#and her FACE WHEN SHE'S GRABBING HID FINGER IN THE LIBRARY

[dragonflylady77]

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So... yesterday (today? timezones, man...) was @thissortofsorcery's birthday and I decided around 5pm that I'd write a fic for her.

2502 words later... read on Ao3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!!!

Summary:

Billy apologizes, Robin helps Steve with something, then she helps Billy with something.

Steve was standing against his car when he spotted Hargrove walking towards him. He planted his feet, crossing his arms over his chest and waited. It had been a couple of months since the fight at the Byers’ and they’d both done a good job avoiding each other.

He’d heard from Dustin that Max had told the gang Billy was sticking to his word and staying out of her way. The guy didn’t seem to hang around Tommy and his clique anymore and Steve wondered who he was hanging out with. He wasn’t sure why he wondered, but he did.

Hargrove stopped a couple of feet away, taking a deep drag on his cigarette before dropping it on the ground and crushing it with his boot. “Harrington.”

“Hargrove,” Steve said, his face showing none of the turmoil he was feeling inside. He wondered what had compelled him to press a finger to Billy’s chest that night, but he couldn’t get out of his head how warm and soft Billy’s skin had been.

“I took it too far that night, and for that I am sorry. My dad, um, my dad made it very clear that I needed to bring Maxine home and when you lied to me about it and wouldn’t let me take her with me, I saw red. That wasn’t your fault, but you have to agree that a thirteen-year-old girl had no business being alone with a bunch of boys at night in a house in the middle of nowhere.”

Steve felt his face heat up. “That’s not… I mean… I don’t…” he sputtered. What the fuck ?

“Yeah, I know that now, but you gotta admit it looked dodgy as hell. Anyway, you don’t have to forgive me or anything, but I wanted to say I’m sorry I made your face my punching bag.”

“Oh, um, okay.” Steve was having a hard time processing.

Billy nodded. “See ya.”

A car door slamming shut snapped Steve out of his trance and he realized Hargrove had left while he was staring into space. He heard the bell and swore under his breath, grabbing his bag out of his car before running towards the school.

The day passed in a daze and last period found Steve in the library for his tutoring session. His English teacher had arranged for someone from his AP class to help Steve with his college essays. Steve couldn’t ask Nancy anymore, obviously, things were too awkward. Part of him hoped it would be Billy Hargrove, though he doubted the new King of Hawkins High would want to spend more time with a washed out loser like Steve…

“Steve Harrington?” a decidedly female voice said next to him and he sat up, blinking. 

“Yes?”

“Hi. I’m Robin Buckley. Mr. Crowder asked me to help you with your college essays.” Robin sat in the chair next to him, dumping her backpack in the chair next to her. She pulled out a purple pencil case that was bursting at the seams and turned to him expectantly. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Steve had no idea what was going on and he was sure it showed on his face. This girl would no doubt tell everyone he was an idiot.

“Show me. Your essay.”

“Oh, right.” Steve reached in his bag and pulled out a slightly mangled sheet of paper. He passed it to Robin and tried to ignore the face she made as she flattened the sheet with her hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled, looking down at his hands on the table.

“It’s okay.” 

Steve felt her shrug then she started reading, a red pen at the ready. She read it slowly, clearly taking her time, and rereading it a few times as well. The amount of red marks on his essay made Steve wonder why he’d bothered at all.

Once she was done, she put her pen down and looked at Steve, an apologetic look on her face. “Okay, Steve. Um, it’s not all bad. You have some good ideas in there, but the execution is, um, shall we say, clunky.”

Letting out a groan that earned him a glare from the librarian, Steve crossed his arms on the table and hid his head in them. “I suck, I know.”

“Do you even want to go to college?” Robin asked, her voice muffled.

Steve shrugged. He was tired of his father yelling at him about his shit grades, his lack of prospects if he didn’t get into college, even how short-sighted he had been breaking it off with the Wheeler girl. Life sucked, and now he was kinda maybe having daydreams about what it would feel like to kiss Billy Hargrove.

“Ugh,” was the answer he gave Robin, lifting his head to peer at her. “My dad won’t shut up about it, threatens to cut me off if I don’t get in somewhere. But this study thing? Not sure it’s for me, yanno. Senior year is hard enough. From what all my teachers are saying, I’ll be lucky to graduate.”

“What are you going to do then? Work for your dad?”

“Ha!” Steve scoffed. “As if the great Richard Harrington, Jr. would stoop so low as to give his dumbass son a job in his successful empire.”

“Wow, okay… well, I work at Melvald’s on the weekend and they’re looking for a delivery boy. You have a car, you should apply. Don’t tell your dad and earn your own money.”

“Why are you helping me? I mean, you seem great, don’t get me wrong, but we don’t even know each other…”

“Everyone in the school knows who you are, Steve… but I don’t know.” Robin shrugged. “You don’t seem to have many friends and you look sad a lot.”

Steve had nothing to say to that. Her assessment was almost spot on. “I have friends…” he mumbled, embarrassed.

“Middle schoolers do not count, Steve, I don’t care what they tell you to get rides everywhere.”

“How do you know about that?” Steve sat back in his chair, staring. What the hell? Who was this girl and how did she know so much about him?

“I’m in the school band, dingus. I’m as good as invisible. And I’m very observant. For example, I saw you and Billy Hargrove have a chat this morning.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. It surprised me because, last I’d heard, he was leaving you alone after he bashed your head in, last November.”

“He, um, he came to apologize for that, actually.”

“Nice. So… are you going to see him again?”

“What? What are you—no!” Steve looked around, checking to see if anyone was paying attention to them. Thankfully, the few students in the library seemed busy with their own things and they were far enough away that they wouldn’t have heard Robin. “No, it’s not like that,” he whispered furiously, inwardly shushing the little voice in his head saying that he would like it to be.

“Awww, you’re blushing… Your secret is safe with me.” Robin leaned closer and whispered, “I love a good enemies to lovers romance.”

Steve couldn’t make words, he could barely breathe, his mind stuck on a loop of ‘ whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck ’ until the bell rang, moments later, snapping him out of it. He heard someone walk in, the stomping of boots familiar as hell, and he whipped his head to look, even if he already knew. Throwing Robin a small smile, he grabbed his essay from the table and shoved it in his bag. “I have to go.”

He forced himself to walk past Hargrove on his way to the exit, nodding back when Hargrove nodded, and managed to stop himself from running all the way to his car. He sat in his BMW, shaking like a leaf, trying to get his breathing under control before the kids showed up.

*****

“What was that about, Bird?” Billy asked Robin as he sat in the chair Harrington had just vacated. He tried not to react to the residual warmth of the plastic, considering who had been sitting on it. He failed.

“Not sure yet, my sweet. Crowder asked me to help Harrington with his college essay, and, hoo boy, he needs all the help he can get.” She smiled at him. “How was your day since your little chat with our former king this morning?”

Billy groaned, low enough that the librarian didn’t hear, leaning back in the chair. “Ugh. Of course, you know about that.”

“I was literally in the parking lot, and watched the painfully awkward encounter with my own eyes when I was chaining my bike.”

“Painful is accurate.” Billy rubbed both hands over his face then looked at Robin. He knew he was lucky they’d found each other. The two resident queer secret besties.

The basketball team had had an away game a couple of weeks after Billy had arrived in Hawkins. Unlike the cheerleaders, the band traveled with them. As the new guy on the team, Billy’d been assigned the last bed available, sharing a room with the member of the marching band that no one wanted to room with. 

Robin had told him as soon as the door had closed that she knew about his crush and that he needed to be more careful. Once Billy had recovered from the shock, they’d spend the night talking, exchanging stories and tips on how to appear less queer than they actually were. On the bus back to Hawkins, they’d gone into details about their current crushes, vowing to help each other. Billy had agreed to pose as Robin’s boyfriend in front of her parents, so they’d stop asking her about gross boys, and he was able to drop Robin’s name and keep Neil off his back—about the queer thing at least.

“I asked him what you said to him, and he said you had apologized.”

“I did.” Didn’t Robin say she had witnessed the interaction?

“Uh huh, that’s great, I’m proud of you, but wha—”

“Wow, you don’t have to sound so enthusiastic…” Billy deadpanned, hearing Robin’s complete lack of interest.

“Shut up. I asked him if he was going to see you again, and he blushed. He turned bright red, in front of my eyes, my sweet.”

“And?” Billy said, confused. What was Robin getting at?

“He didn’t deny it, he looked so flustered then you walked in and he ran off.”

“Again, and?”

“I think you should go to his house and, and, do that thing you do, you know, with your eyelashes and your mouth.”

“Flirting?”

“Yes, that. Go now, while he’s still all in a state. It’s your best chance.”

“Bird…”

“Fly, my pretty, go get your love,” Robin said, and she honest to god giggled. 

Billy rolled his eyes but had no choice but to do what she said because she started shoo-ing him and the librarian was now looking in their direction. 

He parked a couple of houses down from the Harringtons’ fancy mansion and made his way to the front door, ringing the bell and waiting. No matter what Robin had said, he really didn’t think Steve would open the door. He took a slow spin, taking in the surroundings, noticing the overwhelming amount of greenery in this part of town, especially compared to Cherry Lane.

“Billy?” Steve’s shocked voice said behind him. “What, um, what are you doing here?”

Billy turned around, taking in the soft looking sweater and joggers Steve was now wearing. “I came to see you, pretty boy. Robin said you needed some help and, well, here I am.”

“You… Come in already, it’s freezing out.” 

Steve moved to let Billy in and closed the door behind him. “ You want to help me ?” His tone was saying one thing but the way his eyes swept over Billy were saying another.

Billy took the two steps separating them, crowding Steve, but not quite touching him.

“You bet, pretty boy,” he whispered in the gap between them. “In any way I can…” He let his eyes drop to Steve’s mouth before making eye contact again. This close, he could see the flakes of gold in the brown. He wondered what Steve’s chocolate eyes would look like in the early morning sunlight.

Steve’s hands were on his jaw before Billy could react as Steve pulled Billy to him, slanting their mouths together. The surprised gasp that breached Billy’s lips was all Steve needed to slide his tongue in Billy’s mouth. 

The shock of Steve making the first move only lasted a moment. Billy wasted no time pressing Steve’s body against the door, his hands reaching under the hem of his sweater. His fingers encountered warm naked skin and Billy moaned.

“Fuck, Steve…”

“Not on the first date,” Steve said with a smile, burying his hands in Billy’s hair and pressing their foreheads together.

“Could be a date,” Billy replied, sliding a thigh between Steve’s legs, his heart rate picking up speed when he felt Steve grow hard against him.

“Billy…”

Billy never thought that hearing a guy whine his name would get him hot under the collar, but today was fraught with new and unexpected experiences.

“Yeah, baby, I’m here. I’ve got you. What do you need?” he asked Steve, nibbling along Steve’s jaw, before mouthing at the column of his neck.

“You. Me. Naked. My bed.”

*****

“Billy?” Steve asked, his head resting on Billy’s chest, fingers drawing patterns along his barely visible treasure trail. Billy had gone down on him then Steve had given his first every blow job and he was pretty sure Billy had enjoyed it. He hoped Billy would let him do it again.

“Yeah?” Billy’s hand on Steve’s back didn’t stop; Steve took comfort in that.

“I… Robin said something earlier, about enemies to lovers romance and I want you to know, this isn’t an experiment for me.”

“No?” Billy’s voice was devoid of emotion and Steve didn’t like it.

“I really like you, Billy. I know what happened in November happened, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

“Steve…”

“What I’m saying is, I know we can’t go out on dates, because it’s dangerous for people like us, but if you wanted, we could hang out here. Order in. Make out in the hot pool my parents installed last year.”

“I like your idea, Stevie, a lot.”

“So you’ll stay?”

Instead of answering with words, Billy flipped them over so he was on top, his hands in Steve’s hair holding him still as he licked into Steve’s mouth. Steve’s hands found Billy’s hips, helping the rolling rhythm that made them both groan and gasp. They never stopped kissing, moving against each other until they both reached their peak.

The ensuing shower to clean the mess that covered them both took so long that they ran out of hot water but they didn’t care. 

With the help of a little birdie, they’d found each other, and, well, that was worth all the cold showers in the world.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Another Good transition shot. Not the best but still pretty good.

Love how he's like "pft I'm bored let's go home" as if it's not a big deal to be letting Robin Hood go.

SHE'S HUGGING HIM!!!!

LOOK AT THE SHOCKED EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE!

AND HIS CUTE LIL SMILE WHEN SHE WALKS AWAY!!!

😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭

God.poor rumple here. His sadness leaking through is killing me.

She's literally like "you're too nice for me."

Babes.

Cmon.

THERE'S STILL A POINT!

SHUT UP!!!

BUT THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SCENES IN THE CARTOON!!!!!!

And not to judge rumple, but just this lil shot... lot of empty shelves.

Looks like I have more books than you here.

HER SMILE AS SHE GRABS HIS LIL POINTY FINGER!!!!

HE DID SOMETHING NICE FOR HEEEEER😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

Here comes Mr. Gold beating ass with his cane of doom.

And here comes Belle Lacey being glad he's beating ass.

Lacey has some real openness about her liking bad boys.

🎶Cuz i may be bad but im perfectly good at it sex in the air i dont care i love the smell of it sticks and stones may break my bones

BUT CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE MEEE🎶

BUT NEAL CARRYING HENRY 😭😭😭

OH SHIT THEY HAVE HOOK NOW WHAT ARE THEY GONNA DOOOO???!?!!!

[drmaddict]

Kitten and Grizzly

Summary: Sy finds out what his kitten really wants

Word count: 941

Warnings: mentions of primal play, mentions of masturbation

What Sy held in his hands was not what he had expected. Not quite. He thought his kitten would read tearjerkers.

She rarely allowed this form of girly hobby in front of other people. Hid them outright. He remembered once coming home from a binge earlier than he thought because one of his friends had broken his leg and finding her on the sofa watching Bridgerton. Her cheeks flushed abruptly, but she just said, "Shut up." and turned back to the TV.

He had sat silently watching along with her. Actually, he shouldn't say something like that, but he liked the show. So when the second season came out, he just turned it on for their weekly movie night and pressed (y/n) against him. "I want to see what happens to Eloise," he shrugged.

They were both treating it like their little secret.

So he would have expected that this secrecy around her Kindle was simply related to the fact that she just preferred to keep this girly preference to herself. Without comment from the outside.

But when the little device was switched on and lying forgotten on the bed and he read the first sentence of the page, he realized that he had been mistaken.

He wasn't stupid. He had heard of Fifty Shades and had also seen the movie, but it had amused her rather than being a serious read.

But after what he had now read, he realized why. Fifty Shades was probably rather laughable against this. Before he knew it, he was lying on the bed, immersed in this new world. Got to know a whole different side of his kitten. Neither of them were prudes, but she had never been so explicit about what interested her. Was she actually interested, or was this just a more outlandish outing for once? He hesitated, but then looked at the considerable library on the device.

He read through the summaries and some reviews. One theme seemed to run through. Primal Play.

He memorized a few titles and put the Kindle back in its place as he had found it, only this time turned off.

He said nothing about it for now. The next few days, when his kitten was at work, he spent reading more and more of the books he had found. Not only once did he have to interrupt himself to get relief. If she liked that sort of thing, he was definitely into it.

Little fantasies crept into his head. How he caught her. Burying her underneath him. How she would live up to her nickname and scratch his back until red streaks decorated the skin. How he would growl when she bit him as hard as she could. Animalistic lust.

He wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted her that way.

He needed to talk to her. Today.

He waited until they were lying on the sofa together, watching a horror movie.

He cleared his throat hesitantly. "Kitten we need to talk," he began. She broke away from his embrace and looked at him uncertainly.

He looked back uncertainly. "First... It's important to me that you know I didn't WANT to snoop," he began, holding his index finger up to her nose. "But your Kindle was on the bed, turned on, and I picked up a phrase and then I just couldn't stop." He looked at her searchingly. She let no emotion flit across her face. Her walls completely intact and set on a defensive course.

He sighed. "Why didn't you ever say you liked that kind of thing?" He stroked her calf gently with his thumb. She shrugged her shoulders. "Kitten. Come on. If there's one thing I can say, it's that these ideas don't leave me cold, and I really, really want to hunt you." He grinned at her, but that grin fell from his face as she got up and left.

"Kitten!" he called after her, following immediately.

"Sy. This isn't going to work." she sighed still walking.

He grabbed her wrist and held it tightly. "Why?"

She slumped her shoulders. "Because my head won't cooperate," she sighed.

Sy was confused. She let her back fall against his chest. He held her tightly. "It's not about the hunting," she began. "It's... In the books... It's just feelings and actions. It's no thoughts. It's not overthinking. It... Damn you know me Sy. I always think about everything way too long until my thoughts are no longer thoughts. It... I want someone to rip this burden out off my mind. I don't want to have to think. I want to be able to just be, if only for a short time, but I can't. And I never will be able to. All I have left are the books." She literally fell against him. "If you want to chase me through the forest like Little Red Riding Hood, we can do that. But that's not really what this is about for me."

He turned her around and she dropped against his chest in surrender. He just held her close and stroked the back of her head.

"I just want you to feel good," he mumbled softly.

"I want to. But I'm afraid that if I do, I'll just be disappointed.", she murmured humbly into his chest. "After all, you're made for this.", she said and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Sy grinned. "I'll be your grizzly if you stay my kitten."

She sighed. "We'll try."

He smiled and continued stroking her hair. "You just wait kitten. I've managed to handle a few other missions."

She smacked his chest.

They laughed.

[blooming-violets]

Giving preschool teacher Peter Parker a massage, I know those kiddos use his long limbs as a human jungle gym

[from this prompt list] [feel free to request a prompt from the list]

[tasm!peter parker x reader]

Gray Hairs and Massages

"And then, for some unknown reason, Marcus stood up and started singing Jingle Bells at the top of his lungs while Allie attempted to do the worm around him. She hit her face off the floor and got a bloody nose. Meanwhile, Jessica and Kit have climbed to the top of the bookcase and are attempting to jump off, Kevin has Chubs the hamster in his pocket even after I told him not to touch the class pet, Max is spinning in circles so fast that he starts puking, Rowen is crying in the corner because he misses his mom, and the rest of the kids are sitting on the circle time rug looking at me like they've lost all hope in my abilities to run a classroom!"

Peter let out a loud, exaggerated sigh and flopped face first onto the bed after detailing his chaotic work day to you.

"I thought fighting crime was hard," he mumbled into the bunched up blankets under his face. "Preschool is worse than any bad guy I've ever come across."

You repressed a laugh for his own sanity and took a seat on the bed beside him, "At least it'll be good practice for when we have kids. If you can handle 22 children, I think you should be able to handle four with ease."

He peaked his eyes up from his blanket prison to give you a questioning look, "Four? You want four kids now? What happened to only two?"

You shot him a smile and gave an innocent shrug, "Hearing you talk about the chaos made me excited. I want to see you in action. Super dad, Peter Parker. It has a nice ring to it."

He groaned and hid his face back into the blankets, "I don't think I could even handle one. These children are crazed. They're taking over. They know I'm weak. They can smell my blood in the water and they're circling into attack mode. They're going to eat me alive. One day someone will check in on me and my half devoured body will be staring lifeless up at the ceiling while the children have gone completely feral as they feast on my flesh for snacktime. It's Lord of the Flies in there. My head has been pounding all evening."

You chucked at his over exaggeration of the situation and patted his back, "Such a drama queen. My day was lovely, thank you for asking. I got to sit in a quiet library and sort books."

He rolled over and flopped his head into your lap, staring up at you, "That sounds wonderful. Wanna trade?"

"You wish." You brushed your fingers through his thick hair. "Want me to give you a massage? I'll go grab some ibuprofen for your headache and massage away your troubles."

He responded with a pathetically sad whine, "Please. I'm dying."

You scooted out from under him to go grab a bottle of pain meds from the cabinet, along with a glass of water, and your cooling eye mask from the fridge. When you returned, Peter was laying in his boxers and had half unbuttoned his shirt before giving up. His arms were flopped onto the mattress and spread out to either side of him while he stared in a daze up at the ceiling.

"Help me," he croaked, his voice clearly strained from trying to speak over boisterous four year old's all day. "'m so tired. Can't even finish taking my shirt off. Just wanna be comfy..."

"Oh, honey, you poor thing," you chuckled under your breath. "Come here."

You placed his things on the bedside table and quickly made work of unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugged it off his shoulders, grabbing the pain relief next to him and chugging the entire glass of water with it. You helped fix the eye mask around his face and he rolled back onto his stomach.

You climbed up on top of him, straddling your legs on either side of his hips, and started to rub your hands over his bare shoulders. Peter let out a low groan of approval.

"Your hands are so cold," he mumbled.

"Aren't they always like that?" You replied, working your fingers into his large muscles with circular motions.

"Yeah but they feel nice now. You should quit your library job and work as a masseuse. Libraries are a dying breed."

You gasped in feigned outrage, "How dare you speak of my beloved library like that?"

He shrugged his tense shoulders, a tiny smile gracing his half hidden face, "Truth hurts, baby."

"Yeah, well, at least I know I'll never become a preschool teacher."

"Hey, don't mess with us teachers. We're hardcore."

You laughed, "Says the man who couldn't even take off his shirt tonight."

He gave a sly smile, "Maybe I wanted you to be the one to undress me? Maybe I knew exactly what I was doing?"

"Or maybe you were exhausted and lazy?" You patted his shoulder and rolled off him, sitting upright on the mattress. "Turn around and roll over. Put your head in my lap. I'll massage your head."

He did as he was told and settled nicely into your lap, a lingering smile on his lips. You gently took the eye mask off his face to have better access to him. You started with a gentle pressure, circling around his temples and working your way up his hairline to his forehead.

"Imma fall 'sleep," he mumbled.

"Go for it. You deserve the rest."

You continued to work on massaging his scalp, listening to his breathing get steadier and softer, when you looked down and quietly gasped at what you saw. As you ran your fingers through his thick hair, you noticed a patch of gray glinting under the dim light. The more you brushed through it, the more single strands of gray you saw. It wasn't immediately obvious unless you were up close and grooming him like you were doing but, there was no denying it, Peter was graying.

"Well, shit," you whispered under your breath.

Peter peaked a sleepy eye open and mumbled, "What? Don't tell me a kid gave me lice again."

"Not lice. Did you know that you're graying?" You couldn't hide the tinge of amusement in your voice.

His eyes snapped open, the sleep vanishing from his face, and he shot up right.

"What? I'm not going gray! Don't say that!" He gasped, putting a protective hand to his precious hair.

You laughed at his over the top reaction, "Sorry, Pete, but go look in the mirror."

He rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom. You laid down to curl up in the warm spot his body heat had left on the bed and smiled when you heard his yelp of horror from the other room.

"No!" He yelled. "Those damn kids! This is their fault!" He shuffled back into the bedroom with a pout. "Am I old?"

You rolled your eyes, "You're 35, Peter."

"Is that old?" He sank to knees beside the bed in front of your face and looked up at you with pleading, but playful, eyes.

You nodded, taking on a serious tone, "Very. Oldest man alive."

"Oy vey," he stifled a laugh with his hand. "Might as well get me a cane and call me grandpa. Now that I think about it, my father grayed really early and so did Uncle Ben. At least they both still had a full head of hair. I'd rather be gray than bald. If I start to bald, I need you to put me out of my misery."

You scooted over to give him space to climb into bed with you, "Come on, old man. I promise if you go bald that I will make you a wig out of my own hair."

He rolled into bed beside you and snuggled his face next to yours so your noses were brushing against each other, "I have gray hair."

"I know," you whispered back. "That's so fucking hot."

"Really?"

You nodded, "Oh yeah. You're giving off serious daddy vibes right now." You gave him a sneaky smirk. "Is this old man too tired to please his wife tonight?"

His smile matched yours as you watched his eyes spark to life, "Wow, look at that, I suddenly feel fully rested. You're the perfect cure to a crazy day."

[strawheart-pirate]

Antiquity

Vampire!Sabo x gn!Reader

Words: 2000 CW: SFW / Modern World AU / Books / Talks / Fangs / No Snacks Please

You were in the library to exchange books. As you looked over the massive choices you had, your appearance caught the interest of a blond gentleman.

The little bell above the door chimed as you entered the library with three books in your arms. As you placed them on the counter to give them back, the librarian came running to you.

“Finally, I didn’t think you would make it today. Welcome!” she said as she started scanning your books with a smile on her face.

“Hey Koala! My lecturer asked me to help him with some stuff and since that took a solid 60 minutes, I was caught in the Rush Hour afterwards. I really hate the traffic in this city!” you sighed as you hang your coat by the door.

“I’m glad you made it. Some new books arrived this week and I already reserved two of them for you. I’m sure you’ll like them.”

You thanked her and made your way towards your favorite section. You’ve already read 90% of the books they have, but you always check if one of the other 10% is available. Most of the time, you were lucky.

As you walked slowly through the aisles, your fingers glided slowly over the backs of the books. The library was your retreat after a stressful week at the campus. You loved the smell of old paper and parchment, of ink and antique leather. Aisles full of books from floor to ceiling, so that you need these movable mounted ladders to grab books from the top shelves. Moreover, you especially liked this library, since Koala pours her heart and soul into it. She has a good eye for decorations, arranged some cozy reading nooks all over the place and added a well-equipped workspace in the middle. And if you crave for a certain book which is not added to the library’s collection yet, just ask her. She will go out of her way to get you the missing piece. There is no better library in the whole world, which is more alluring to you, than this one.

A rather old looking book picked your interest and you took it from the shelf. As you read over the worn-out leather cover, you see that it’s from 1887. Impressive. You read the blurb and the story seemed really appealing so you decided to give it a try and stored it in your arms as you searched the massive collection for more germs. Half an hour later you had a total of five books with you, as you went over to your favorite reading nook. On the upper level was a round window seat right next to a beautiful monstera. The view was breathtaking and it never failed to calm your mind. You can overview the colorful garden and the mighty fountain in the middle of the small lake. The golden glow of the setting sun was working magic on the already autumn-colored leaves and you couldn’t take your eyes of this bewitching sight.

You managed to break to spell of the view, when Koala handed you the two books she saved you and you finally started reading. You were really sucked into another world that you didn’t notice the man across from you. He was at a table across the room and flipped randomly through the pages of the few books on his table. It was clear to see that he was just acting busy, since all he really does was to sneak glances of you. You tried to ignore him and just keep reading, but it was no use. His gaze was shamelessly fixed on you and sent small shivers down your spine everytime you looked back at him over your book.  Annoyed, you closed the book and go on the counterattack. It must be possible for him to stop staring at you somehow. You decide to withstand his gaze until he finally looks away. Big mistake. He seamed pleased that you noticed him and smiled. You were disarmed. His smile hit you unprepared and your cheeks grew hot and red and this most beautiful smile on his pretty face radiated at you. You hid yourself behind your book to escape the embarrassing situation but your plan failed as soon as you heard footsteps approaching you.

“Good choice.” The blonde said as he came to a halt just an armlength away and you slowly lifted your head to look at him. He had blonde, wavy hair which covered half of his face, no facial hair and a pair of eyes which were a deep shade of blue. He was really handsome and obviously waiting for a response. You cleared your throat and answered him in you best confident demeanour.

“We'll see. I just started with it, but someone kept distracting me.”

“I never meant to interrupt you, I'm sorry. Let me tell you something. If you really want to know, if the book is to your liking, then I recommend taking a glimpse on page 10. There the action starts.”

You gave him a scrutinizing look but did as he told you. Just three sentences were enough for you to like the book. You sighed and admitted defeat.

“Okay, yeah you we’re right. I like that book. Did you read the book too?”

“Yes, but it gets even better. I met the author in person, he was hilarious.”

As you were about to ask him, what he meant, Koala called from the ground level. “Sabo!”

“If you would excuse me, please. I‘ll take my leave for now.”

He bowed and your eyes followed his figure. He surely was muscular and the tailored fit of his jacket suited him. The way he walked was like royalty, the grace and confidence that evaporated off him with every step left you speechless. You just realized you were gawking at him with your mouth hung open when he was out of sight. A slight blush crept onto your face and you closed your eyes to collect yourself. This man was something special. Like a good book he caught you with his cover and left you wanting more with the blurb. He said he knew the author in person… Even though he was not joking, you just didn’t know how. You decided to ask him about that later. And if he had already left by then, you were sure to see him another time or ask Koala for his information, since she seemed to know him. You sighed as you grabbed another book from your stack and continued your reading session.

Night fell and as you were done with the books you decided to take the one Sabo recommended and one of Koala’s suggestions with you and save the other ones for later. You were back down between the endless aisles putting the other books away, when Sabo approached you again. He appeared right behind you as you were struggling with putting a book back on the higher shelf, his fingers pushing it effortlessly into the right position. You were surprised and nearly crashed into his chest as you turned around. He eyed you with a smirk, trapping you between the shelf and his self. As your eyes met his you were captivated. Those round eyes, accentuated by a scar which you didn’t notice before, enchanting you with these big blue orbs. Your lips parted involuntarily and Sabo lifted your chin with his gloved hand. You were frozen with anticipation what will happen next. His lips parted... Wait? Are these fangs? A shiver went down your spine, but you weren’t afraid. You wondered what other mysteries you might unfold about this man and how good these fangs would feel on your skin. His lips were just an inch away, when…

BONK!

“Sabo! I told you just how many times?! No snacks in the library!” Koala scolded the now whining man, holding his head.

You shook your head as your cheeks got beet red. Never in your whole life were you that carried away. You lowered your head deeply embarrassed about what just happened. If a hole would swallow you right now, that would be too good to be true. But you weren’t that lucky.

“Ah, I’m sorry Koala!” Sabo said, but Koala glared at him with an evil expression.

“(Y/N) is my friend! Don’t you dare use them for your filthy blood lust.”

“But take a look at those eyes! They are gorgeous!” Sabo said in his defense and a massive blush crept onto his face as they both realized that you were still right beside them. “I’m sorry. It’s really out of character for me to neither introduce myself properly, not take you onto a date first. Please forgive me my rudeness.”

You were blinking fast, your blush darked as Sabo bowed his head and Koala giggled.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? It was never my intention to scare you or cross boundaries.” Sabo investigated you with concern as he lightly touched your arm.

All kind of thought kept spiraling in your head. Did he say date? And had Koala just mentioned blood lust? Is it April the 1st and you just seemed to miss it all day? You were highly confused until Sabo’s gloved hand touched your arm and though the thick leather of the glove and the thin fabric of your longsleeve separated your skin from his, you could feel warmth seep into you and the hurricane of thoughts came to a stop. You shook off your trance. “No! I mean yes! I…” you took a deep breath and sorted your thoughts before you spoke. “It’s alright. I’m fine.”

“I’m relieved you are.” Sabo gently took your one hand, which wasn’t holding on tight onto your books, in his. “As I said, I never introduced myself properly. My name is Sabo and I’m a 376 year old vampire. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said and pressed a tender kiss to the back of your palm.

You were touched by the kiss, but one word really hit you hard. “Vampire?!”

“Yes, I…” Sabo looked down shyly. Was he afraid?

“Wow! So those fangs are not just a kind of costume?” you were amazed but still you had doubts. Just mere minutes ago all this was just a fantasy to you, but Sabo told you so and Koala seems to know about him. So, he must be telling the truth.

“I’m afraid they are real. Do they…” Sabo admitted and a hint of worry crossed his face until he heard your answer.

“So cool!” you interrupted him and your eyes twinkled in amazement. Sabo blushed and looked at the floor sheepishly.

“So, I was about to close for today…” Koala tossed in from the back and headed towards the upper floor to tidy up and close the doors and windows.

“Yeah, well. (Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me?” Sabo asked insecure.

“Yeah, I would love to.” You said and smiled. Sabo’s whole face lit up at your words and he looked a little bit like a puppy who just got treated.

“I know a nice restaurant just two streets away or we can pick another time and place, if your day was exhausting enough.” He offered like the true gentleman he was.

“First you give me your blurb and now you offer me a cliff hanger! No, thank you. I’d like to take your offer for today.” You said as you shouldered your bag and walked to the counter to check out your books yourself.

Sabo chuckled and hooked your arm with his as you were ready.

“Have fun you two!” Koala waved from the stairs. “And no biting until the second date Sabo!”

“Will do, thanks Koala.” Sabo said and opened the door for you.

“Have a good night, Koala!” you said and as you looked over to her, she made a gesture, that you should call her. You winked and left the bookstore with a smile.

Who would have thought that you would leave the library today with not just two books, but a walking, priceless antiquity today.

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[shinsoup]

Hi! I liked your work about Katsuki and I wanna make a request now). Imagine like fem reader has lava quirk, and in childhood, when she only got it, she wound herself and got big burn scar on her leg, like a little bit below the knee to just above the foot, I hope you understand me. She's really insecure about it and always wears pants or skirt with stockings. She's dating Katsuki about few months and still doesn't want to show it, but ofc he notices it. Reader in A class too btw. English is not my native language, sorry for mistakes. Thank you🥰

always

☆ summary ☆ bakugo helps his girlfriend realize how beautiful she actually is.

☆ warnings ☆ cursing, soft bakugo (run) , lava quirk ! fem reader

☆ word count ☆ 875

you started dating bakugo a couple months ago, the blonde actually asking you out after weeks of being close friends.

you loved bakugo.

how he would stay up late making you food because he didn’t want you “eating that junky shit from the vending machine.”

or how he would play with your hair—sometimes tugging teasingly to get on your nerves.

but with all the times you’ve slept over, or went to change—you always wore pants or hid in the bathroom.

sometimes the long shorts you were wearing would rise up, causing you to quickly yank them down and hope your boyfriend didn’t notice.

it’s not like you thought bakugo would judge you, but sometimes he came off harsher than he thought.

never towards you, but to others.

the names he would call izuku, or the punches he would give to eijiro whenever the red head made a remark.

“y/n?” bakugo’s voice called, waving his hand in front of your face making you snap out of it.

“hm?” you hummed, turning your head towards him and giving him a small smile.

your leg was itchy and on fire, not literally. but after the incident your scar would still throb and burn, causing you to lather it with lotion almost everyday.

“you aren’t paying attention,” he sighed, leaning back and running his hands over his face, an aggravated groan leaving his lips.

“i’m sorry,” you frowned, “these jeans are just…really itchy.”

katsuki got up abruptly and shoved his textbook into his bag, then going to take your hand and drag you away from the library table.

“kats wha-”

“we’re going back to my dorm.”

you let him drag you in silence, chewing on your bottom lip as your mind raced—your leg feeling like it was set on fire.

bakugo lead you into his room before sitting you on his bed, standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“what’s going on?” he asked, eyes narrowed onto yours as your brows furrowed together.

“what’re you talking about, kats?” you mumbled, your hands going down to scratch at your leg, a bad habit you’ve picked up throughout the years.

“stop that.”

“stop what?”

“stop scratching your leg,” he spat, going to grab your wrist and pull it away, he was gentle though.

he was always gentle with you.

“i know why you do that,” he added, his fingers not leaving your wrist as his other hand went to hover over your leg.

“i’ve seen it before.”

your eyes widened as your mouth went agap, bakugo hesitating to lay his hand over your leg.

“why do you hide it from me?”

you knew one day he’d ask, bring back memories that were shoved deep inside you. but you never expected it to be so soon.

“i j-just…” you trailed off before letting out a sigh, “think it’s ugly.”

katsuki’s eyebrows perked up as his mouth went agap, his fingers soon coming up to flick you in the head—causing you to whine and glare at him.

“don’t ever call yourself ugly, you understand?”

“b-but,” you tried defending yourself but he was quick to cut you off.

“i don’t date ugly people. and my girlfriend is sure as hell far from ugly—you’re the most beautiful goddamn woman i’ve seen in my life.”

although he was scowling and trying to act tough, you could tell he meant every word he said, softness laced in his voice as he ran his finger soothingly up and down your leg.

“what about my scar?” you whispered after a moment of silence, bakugo letting his eyes wander down to your jeans that covered your legs.

he let his fingers come up to play with the button, his eyes looking into yours as he waited for your consent.

you gave him a small nod, bakugo then carefully undoing the button before pulling them down your legs, your arms moving back onto the bed to help lift your butt up.

although some would see this as a sexual gesture—it was far from it. katsuki made sure to make you feel safe and comfortable with him, not overstepping any boundaries.

he finally revealed the scar that laid large on your leg, a wince leaving your lips out of habit.

“this scar is a reminder of how strong you are,” he said, leaning down to kiss the tender skin before looking up at you, “you should wear it with pride.”

“…besides, you look fucking hot with it.”

you slapped him playfully as a giggle escaped your lips, bakugo smiling as he reached up to peck your forehead.

“you really mean that, kats?”

“which part? because yes you look hot as hell-”

you shoved him with a smile before running your fingers through his hair, his hand still resting on your bare leg as you scratched his scalp.

“all of it,” you whispered, playfully taking a piece of hair and tugging softly, making him crack a smile.

“always.”

[fromasgardandback]

My Promise To You

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

description: She promised never to leave his side, which means following him to the dark side.

word count: 3.0k

warning: semi-fix-it fic. mentions of death, murder, suffering, pain, fluff, and some quotations not written by me.

note: should i write a part 2?

masterlist | oneshots

She met Anakin when he walked into the Jedi temple on Coruscant. She hid behind her teacher peeking out to lightly wave at him, to which he waved back with a smile. He was kind and friendly with everyone. Although it did come with its challenges being new to a planet you’ve never been to, leaving behind your only family to follow a gift you were born with, and not to mention people you just met and are forced to trust. Just a week prior to Anakin’s arrival, Obi-Wan found Y/N crouching in fear in the back of some random bar on Coriella. Her parents weren’t in her life and the woman who cared for her couldn’t take care of her anymore. Even in her horrible situation when she was found, Y/N would give her life to the nameless bartender, if it weren’t for that woman, she’d be good as dead.

After Anakin was accepted into the Jedi teachings, he was assigned a partner to learn with. And although they would mostly pair them with the same genders, there weren’t enough to go around, so she became his partner. They sat together in the dining hall, read the same books in the cozy chairs in the library, and lived a few rooms down from one another. They were inseparable. He would sit with her when she had a nightmare of her childhood. Anakin normally wrapped his arm around her shoulder to give her comfort while he told her everything would be okay. She reciprocated when he was missing his mom. One day it was so bad that she had to help him breathe again. It never got that alarming again. Anakin took Qui-Gon’s death hard, and Y/N was there with him. She understood his pain, although she didn’t know him as well as Anakin, she hurt just as much. Obi-Wan begged the council to teach them both but was denied that request until they were older Padawans. 

She was Master Billaba’s Padawan. Learning from a strong woman definitely had its perks. When they would spar with each other, she maneuvered in a way that a flexible body can bend. Master Billaba taught Y/N that along with meditation, flexibility would get her many places. It serves to be true on one mission she grabbed the pipes above the control panel of an Imperial ship, swung her legs around a droid, and took them all out in one turn. Y/N was glad to have a female Jedi Master for her younger and coming-up years, but with the stories of Obi-Wan, she could hardly wait to become his Padawan as well. She would walk past a training, heading to the dining hall when she heard Master Kenobi talking with the younger children about one of his adventures. She watched the children’s eye beam with excitement when he told them the ship blew up and all the bad guys were no longer. Quietly she giggled to herself as one kid screamed happily.

“What are you doing spying on Master Kenobi?” Anakin whispered into Y/N’s ear, peering over her shoulder and looking into the room. She nearly jumped a foot up in the air.

“Anakin! You scared me. Don’t do that again.” She chuckled, lightly hitting his upper arm.

“My apologies princess, didn’t mean to cause you to be in fear. Here, I can help the bad guys go away.” Anakin dug his fingers into her side, tickling her to no end. She laughed loudly, remembering where she was, and quickly covered her mouth sliding down the parallel wall and kicking her legs at him to stop. Anakin laughed quietly at her stature with a wide smile on his face. To her ignorance, his eyes shined with love and adoration for the teenage girl under him on the hallway floor. 

“Stop, stop. I can't breathe.” Y/N panted while continuing to giggle.

“Alright. I’ll stop. Shall we head to dinner?” He smirked.

“Can I catch my breath first? Geez Ani.” She chuckled, getting off the floor. 

A few months later Y/N stood before the Jedi Council and was transferred over from Master Billaba to Master Kenobi. She tried her hardest not to show strong emotion in front of the council, but the minute she left the room she jumped up and down happily holding Anakin’s hands. They laughed carefreely and practically ran to an empty training room waiting for Obi-Wan to finish his meeting with the council. 

“Do you even know how to spar? I mean I know we did as kids, but do you remember? It’s kind of tricky, here I’ll show you the correct way.” Anakin smugly mocked her.

“Haha. Very funny Ani, put your saber up.” She quipped back at him. 

They spared for what felt like twenty minutes waiting for Obi-Wan to return. Both of them fought exceptionally well. Every turn she made, he followed suit. Every twist he made, she was quick with it. Y/N twisted her torso, lowering herself down to s squat, and kicking his legs out from under himself. She used this advantage to take his lightsaber and extinguished it. Smiling down at his surprised expression she remarked back at him.

“Do you mean this kind of sparing because from what I can clearly tell you still have lots to learn about the element of surprise? Master Billaba was right in teaching flexibility. Seems like you could use it.” She smirked, handing him his lightsaber as he stood up. Anakin was about to respond when Ob-Wan entered the room.

“Both of you are still learning and lack experience. But from what I saw, I can confidently say that you two will become great Jedi someday. Now, to the basics.” Obi-Wan smiled, walking into the room and standing before them with his hands behind his back.

Summertime came quickly on the planet of Courscant which meant the stars were visible from the highest balcony in the Temple. Nights were spent sneaking up to the observation balcony with Anakin overlooking the city in all its glory and the sky in all its beauty. On certain nights you could make out different constellations. 

“Anakin look, there Orion.” She pointed it out above his left shoulder. She smiled wide in bewilderment. “The stars are breathtaking tonight.” Y/N leaned against the railing looking up above.

“You’re breathtaking every night. The most beautiful creature in all the galaxy and I’m grateful to be with her here.” Anakin commented, turning her around to face him, eyes not leaving hers.

“Oh, Ani.” She blushed harshly. “You know we can’t. What if we get caught?” She gently placed her hands on his chest.

“Then so be it.” He held her close. “I have fallen in love with you since the day we met as children. You took my heart and I wouldn’t want anyone else to have it. It’s not right they won’t let us form attachments. Attachments are human nature and make us focus more on our jobs to protect others. It gives up gumption and spirit. If we’re forced to leave, I’d want it to be with you.” Anakin poured his heart out.

“Oh, Ani. I want to be with you too. I want us together and I want to live our lives in peace and harmony. I’ve felt the same way for you since we were young. I should care about the Jedi code, but right now with you, I only care about us.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his next, pulling him closer to her. As their lips touched, they felt a push in the force as their hearts and spirits intertwined. 

Senator Amidala was a good friend of Obi-Wan and Anakin. She’s met Y/N a few times, but the girls grew closer when there was a threat to the Senator’s life. The three Jedi were sent to protect her and the friendship grew closer. Whenever Padme was on Coruscant the young Jedi Knights would go out or go to dinner. So when they heard she was going to be in town to vote in the Senate, they couldn’t pass up their opportunity to talk with Padme. 

“C’mon Padme. Can you please do this for us?” Y/N practically begged her.

“Why so you and Anakin can be together? Y/N you know my job is much more important than just your needs.” Padme said looking over documents. That comment stung in her heart, but she also knew that it was selfish to ask.

“Padme. I did come with selfish intentions, but this is for the good of the Jedi Code. We can’t form attachments. What the hell kind of code is that? We are taught to be fearless and that fear leads to anger and anger leads to the dark side. Well, fear is what brought that code together. The fear of losing, hurting, or seeking vengeance for a loved one instills emotions we aren’t supposed to have. Therefore, the code of attachments is completely bogus. We should celebrate the fact that we care so deeply to want a relationship with people to better the republic. Do you not see that too?” Y/N sat down next to Padme’s desk looking at her friend. Padme slowly turned to look at her. She was right. The act and right of attachments should be allowed. Not everyone would be subject to fighting, change, and the stereotype of only being a Jedi for the ones you love.

“Fine. Put together a reasoning and valid points with at least fifty signatures and I’ll look it over and debate it at our next meeting.” Padme said gently placing a hand on her friend's arm, “But I cannot promise you anything.”

“I thank you for even listening.” The girls hugged and Y/N sneaked herself out of the Senate offices back to the Jedi Temple.

Anakin and Y/N spent the next few days working on getting signatures from others in the temple in hopes they would see their cause. Although, they had to be discreet about it because if the Council got wind of this “uproar” happening, it would not go well for either of them.

“Are you sure this is going to work?” Anakin asked sitting on her bed in her room.

“We can only hope, Ani. Padme said no promises. All we have to do is have faith.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, rubbing his back soothingly, and laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder, kissing the top of her head. 

“All I want is to live the rest of our lives together. I don’t care how that looks. If we have to sneak around and stay Jedi or leave the Order and find sustainable jobs, then so be it.” Anakin whispered softly into her ear.

“I feel the same Ani. I just want to be with you.” Y/N leans up and kisses his jaw.

That night, Anakin slept in Y/N’s room with her, cuddling close. He proposed that it made him calmer and it was “practice” for when they were married. To which the comment made her giggle. Anakin tossed and turned most of the night. Sweat beading down his body and hairline. He shot up quickly panting, hands shaking, and fear running through his body. The vivid imagery was fresh in his brain. He got up, putting his robe on walking to the small balcony that connected to his girl’s room. He took in the fresh crisp early morning air, steadying his breath and looking over the city. ‘She can’t die. I refuse to let her die. Y/N is my life. I will do anything to protect her.’ 

“Ani?” Y/N asked walking onto the balcony and rubbing his upper back soothingly. “I felt you leave the bed. What’s troubling you?” She kisses the back of his head.

“Nothing.” He grinned lightly, enclosed his arm around her waist, pulling her into his lap. She obliged, looking deeply into his eyes for reassurance.

“I know you’re not telling me the truth. Talk to me Anakin. I’m right here.” She caressed his cheek.

“I had a dream. A nightmare where I lost you.” Anakin didn’t turn to look at her. “You died before me. I couldn’t save you, Y/N.” He lifted his head. “Like my mother. I won’t let this one become real.” Anakin held her closer.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise you, Anakin. I won’t leave your side.” She rubbed his back holding onto him ad he rested his head on her chest. 

“You're fulfilling your destiny, Anakin. Become my apprentice. Learn to use the dark side of the Force.” Palpatine spoke softly to Anakin. Anakin breathed out heavily for a moment, looking up at the man before him.

“I will do whatever you ask.” Anakin sighed. “Just please help me save Y/N’s life. I can’t live without her.” Anakin pleaded with Palpatine.

“To cheat death is the power only one has achieved, but if we work together, I know we can discover the secret. The Force is strong with you. A powerful Sith, you will become. Henceforth, you shall be known as Darth...Vader.” Palpatine spoke to a knelt down Anakin.

“Thank you, my master.” Anakin bowed his head. 

Y/N was with Master Yoda when they both felt something in the force move. She looked down at the Jedi Master, nervous about what she felt. It couldn’t have been what she felt.

“A disturbance in the force, I feel. Come, go we must.” Yoda said, leading Y/N back to the ship. They were soon picked up by Obi-Wan and Senator Organa. They were told of a mass murder at the Jedi Temple but Y/N didn’t pay attention after that. All she could think about was her love. Where was Anakin? How was he? Is he safe or is he hurt? Did they get him, even though he is the chosen one, and fought back against everyone? The moment they landed she ran off the ship scouring the dead bodies, tears running down her face as she passed the people she once had a close bond with. 

“Y/N, slow down. We don’t know if who did this is still here.” Obi-Wan scolded her.

“I’m sorry Master. I was looking for someone. I will obey and stay close behind.” She answered, still scared to find Anakin’s dead body. But it wasn’t until they saw the security tapes that her heart shattered. Her beloved Anakin killed all the Jedi, and the one part that broke her most was the younglings. The ones they swore to protect and share wisdom with. The ones they would tell stories to of adventures. The younglings that had looked up to them and he just went at it. Slaughtering them like animals on a farm.

“This can’t be,” Y/N whispered.

“I can’t watch anymore.” Obi-Wan shut off the hologram.

“Destroy the Sith, we must. Twisted by the dark side, young Skywalker has become. The boy you trained, gone, he is, consumed by Darth Vader.” Yoda looked up at Obi-Wan saddened. “You will join him, Jedi Knight. Go before it’s too late.” Yoda looked at Y/N.

Y/N and Obi-Wan sought their feelings and found Anakin on the planet Mustafar. He stood there in the control panel, running through the small building to the landing port. She ran down to Anakin wrapping her arms around his neck. Anakin lifted her off her feet, holding her body close to his.

“Y/N, my love. What are you doing here?” Anakin scanned her face carefully.

“Me? Ani, what are you doing here? I’ve come to take you back home. You can walk away from this. Please don’t do what you’re planning to do.” She pleaded with him, raising her hands to hold his face.

“There is no going back, Y/N. I have this new power that will save you. You will not die. I can save you.” Anakin looked at her seriously.

“Ani… You killed younglings.” 

“I did that for us.”

“For us? We said we would fight to be together and if not, leave the order. This wasn’t what we talked about. Why wouldn’t you tell me your fear got this bad?” She tried hard to blink away the tears but failed feeling the salty water rolling down her cheeks. By this point, Obi-Wan walked down from the ship towards them.

“I love you, Anakin. I’m begging you, please don’t do this.” She tried to hold onto him. He stepped back from her.

“I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new empire,” Anakin stated, eyes darkening.

“Your new empire?” Obi-Wan chimed in.

“Don’t make me kill you.” Anakin reached for his lightsaber.

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the republic, to democracy!” Obi-Wan reached for his lightsaber.

“If you are not with me, then you are my enemy.” Anakin stepped closer.

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must.” Obi-Wan stepped closer.

“You will try.” Anakin ignited his lightsaber, raising it up. Obi-Wan following suit.

“NO!” Y/N stood between them. “Please Anakin, don’t fight Master Kenobi. I will follow you. I will join you. Please don’t fight him.” She pleaded.

“Y/N.” Obi-Wan sternly said.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you. I promised I would stick by your side. I’m not lying, and I am not leaving.” Y/N gently placed her hand on his left cheek. “Just do me this one favor and not kill him. You know Obi-Wan. You love him like a father and a brother. Please remember.”

Anakin contemplated looking between the love of his life and his master. The internal fight could be visibly seen by both the two people he loved most. Anakin placed his lightsaber back on his belt loop, leading Y/N to his ship, refusing to look at Obi-Wan.

“Y/N. Do not leave with him.” Obi-Wan yelled.

“I promised him, Obi. I love him, I’m sorry.” She smiled sadly at her master, leaving with the love of her life.

[frost-queen]

Deadly kiss (Fem!Reader x Lady Lesso)

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You sighed hovered over parchments. Touching your forehead with a brief shake, you were disappointed in the answers you were reading. With your feather you crossed out sharply the written word. Lifting the parchment up, you narrowed your eyes to try reading the scribbling ink. It was unreadable. In a way it was wicked that the writing was this chaotic, but you couldn’t even read what it said to examining it was harder. 

You decided to leave a little sidenote with it. A bit of praise and a bit of criticism. You then swished your finger across as the parchment rolled up on it’s own. Picking it up, you placed it on the side. You heard the door creak behind you while grading the next parchment. A presence sneaking up from behind you. You clearly felt their presence as a shadow came down on your desk. With a sweet curious hum, you knew enough. – “Lady Lesso.” – you said dipping your feather in the ink bottle. – “Y/n.” – Lady Lesso answered admiring her nails. 

You sighed again crossing out a word. Lady Lesso chuckled. – “They still have a lot to learn.” – you said out loud. The wood in the desk cracked a bit when Lady Lesso pressed her hand down on it. Her other hand laying on your chair. She came leaning over your shoulder to take a look for herself. You swallowed smelling a bit of her wickedly perfume. All the flavors that send your senses tingling.

She hummed again as you weren’t sure what meaning it had. A simple high hum that hid perhaps a bit of sarcasm. – “Lesso?” – you said as her eyes went down to your hand. She clicked her tongue in pity saddening her expression. You watched her trail her fingers above your hand. – “Your hand must feel so sore from grading?” – she said. It hadn’t occurred to you yet. You lifted your hand up, rubbing over it with your other. – “Perhaps… I have been grading for over an hour now.” – you casually responded. 

“Well then.” – Lady Lesso said leaning in closer to you. You licked your lips brief thinking she would kiss you. Hoping she would. Her smile was cunningly. Her eyes dazzling with playfulness. You even leaned in to meet her half-way. Lady Lesso lifted up your hand bringing it in between. You watched her leave a delicate kiss on your hand. Her eyes focused on you. A tease to mess with you. It made you tighten your jaw. She lowered your hand as you leaned in wanting to kiss her. 

“Anyways.” – she started straightening her posture. You kissed the air, grabbing onto your chair to prevent yourself from falling forwards. – “I should leave you to it. You still have a lot to do.” – she spoke with her back at you. You grabbed the back of your chair, turning more towards her. – “Toodles.” – she waved her fingers flirtatiously. You groaned loud once she was out of the door. Letting your forehead bump against the top of the chair to knock some sense into yourself.

After grading the parchments, you headed outside. Taking a turn to head for the library. There was some witches book you wanted to perhaps use in your lessons to knock more sense in the nevers. The library was close to empty. Perhaps a few nevers with their noses deep in a book. You looked at the shelves silently mumbling the titles you came across. All not the one you were searching for. You went into a new row doing the exact same thing. 

Bringing your finger up, you dabbled your fingers as they moved across the book’s back. – “Ah!” – you quietly said with a surprise smile on your face. You came to a stop before it, reaching your hand out. Suddenly you felt another body pressed against your back, making you panic for a moment. A long black sleeve coming in your visual with a delicate hand. You squeaked being squashed between the body and shelves as it reached for the book. – “Allow me.” – you heard her whisper in your ear. 

Lesso had taken the book, plucking it out. – “How… how did you know where I was?” – you asked, a rocket of fireworks going off inside of you. The warmth of her body against yours was enough to make you meld into a puddle. Lesso chuckled amusingly in your ear bringing her hand down. – “I know everything.” – she answered with a widen of her eyes. You gasped how her voice sounded so wickedly delicious in your ear. She moved the book down putting it down in your hand. Your eyes widened when you felt her plump lips against your bare neck.

The imprint it left on your skin from her glossy lipstick. Lady Lesso backed away before you could react to the fullest. Turning around sharply you stared into nothing. No sign of her. Swallowing you needed a moment to cool yourself. Why was it that she kept teasing you with these kisses. You wanted to kiss her, actually kiss her. Not some sweet pecks here and there, no a real sturdy kiss that would leave you breathless. 

Before you knew it, you were gripping onto the book firmly. Nails pressed into the cover, shaking with frustration on the inside. If this went on for any longer, you would lose your devilish mind. Mumbling some curse words and witches speech, you stormed out of the library. If she would tease you like this one more time, you would explode. Her little pecks only made you crave more for her. Yearn for those devilish lips on yours. If you had to face a million evers just to receive one, you would. Nothing would stop you now from getting that kiss.

The next day you busted into her office unannounced. Lady Lesso’s brows quirking up at your presence. Another of the never teachers at her side. – “Y/n.” – she said leaning back in her seat. – “To what do I owe the pleasure?” – she completely seemed to ignore the other teacher as you hadn’t. You swallowed nervously eyeing the male teacher. – “Well uhm…” – you began completely off guard. You didn’t expect anyone else to be present. 

This all made it more awkward. – “It can wait actually… it is not that important…” – you continued letting your gaze go to her. – “Are you sure Y/n?” – she asked with a smile. – “I would hate…” – she started moving her hand to her chest. – “for you to feel unimportant.” – she added, winking afterwards. You sucked in a breath feeling yourself boil with love. The cauldron inside of you bubbling till it almost over-cooked. You nodded firmly; jaw clenched as you didn’t want to answer before flipping out something embarrassing. 

Turning sharply on your heel, you walked out. You returned to your own class to prepare the next class. Lady Lesso found her way to you. Once again teasing you with kisses on anywhere but your lips. This time her lips kissed your jaw and collarbone. She managed to escape again before you could strike your hit. It aggravated you that she would always leave you hanging. This time you weren’t going to let it slip so easily. You were at your boiling point.

Lesso hummed sarcastically sitting beside Dovey. Dovey was entertaining her with stories of her good students. Lesso could care less as the stories only made her want to throw up. Now was your time as you weren’t going to let it go so easily. Now it was your turn to leave her grasping for nothing as love slipped through her fingers. You walked firmly up to the table. 

Lady Lesso quirked her eyebrow up at your presence. You leaned over the table grabbing her by the cheeks. Pulling her out of her seat, you smacked your lips right onto hers. Dovey gasped dropping her fork in her plate, sending it clattering. You counted in your mind the exact kind of seconds you would kiss her to leave her with a tease. You pulled away in one shot taking your leave. Lady Lesso stared with wide eyes in front of her. 

She let herself fall backwards into her chair, utterly speechless. – “Oh my.” – Dovey commented waving her napkin as a cooler at herself. Lesso pushed her chair loudly back getting up. – “Lesso?” – Dovey asked curious. Lady Lesso went around the table, storming after you out of the lunch hall. – “Y/n!” – she called out. Her voice bouncing off the walls. Her pace firm as she tried to catch up on you. – “Y/n!” – she repeated ordering you to stop.

You stopped moving your hands innocently behind your back. – “Yes.” – you said sweetly. Lady Lesso approached with a firm step. You gasped when she grabbed your cheek firm. She guided you to the wall, pushing you against it. There she smacked her lips onto yours. She retrieved them forcefully from yours. – “No one…” – she breathed out, a fluster on her cheeks. – “No one takes away my pleasure this quickly.” – she spitted out. – “Perhaps that is what you deserve from teasing me all the time!” – you responded loudly. Lesso’s lips curled into a smirk. 

“Oh…” – she squeaked. – “Is this how it is?” – you hummed loud. – “You can’t just tease me with all those kisses and give me nothing in return.” – Lady Lesso chuckled at your words. It angered you how lightly she went over it. You grabbed her by the collar, switching positions with her. Lady Lesso gulped when you had pushed her up the wall. Before she could speak had you kissed her again. Not giving her the satisfaction to make an escape for it. Lady Lesso melted under your kiss letting her hands rest on your arms.

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[theink-stainedfolk]

The Beauty and The Jewel

The library was lively as usual. Customers came in and greeted Belle, who was standing on the ladder and cleaning the shelfs. Belle smiled and greeted back. This demeanor of Belle was liked by everyone in the village. Old ladies chatted with her and wished if she was their daughter or daughter in law. Belle, however, didn't have an interest in marriage. She had to take care of her old father, so she declined every offer she received.

Men in the village wanted to win her heart. Not only was she naturally beautiful, but she was also intelligent and kind hearted. But all of them also feared Gaston. He was extremely powerful and said he loved Belle. To him, Belle is the prettiest girl in town. He believed that he is every girl's dream, Belle however, didn't like him at all. Because everyone feared Gaston, no one approached Belle, except some others and they also ended up getting rejected despite showing courage.

After cleaning the shelf, Belle sat down on a table on her favorite window spot with her favorite coffee from Vanilla Delights Café, a coffee shop near her library. While reading, she saw someone out. A girl with tattered clothes and black hair with blue eyes, she had beige skin color. She was gazing inside the library, her blue eyes held admiration for the books inside. Belle waited for her to come inside, since she was standing for so long. But she never came, her eyes widened when it met Belle's, and she walked away.

It became a routine for both of them. The girl used to stare at the books, and Belle at her. Belle used to get lost in her beautiful blue eyes, and as soon as they used to gaze back at her, she used to disappear. Belle was curious. But she never got the chance to talk to her. People used to swarm around her that it was hard for her to excuse herself from each and every single one of them.

One day, Belle closed the shop for the first time. She saw a couple of sad faces returning back after seeing the 'closed' sign. Mumbling a small 'sorry' she hid inside the shop which was right in front of the library, and waited for the mystery girl to appear. As the mystery girl came and stood in front of her library, she felt her heart broken after seeing the girl. The eyes that held adoration for the books were now replaced with sadness and confusion. But the girl didn't move. She just stood and looked at the books just like how she used to.

Belle decided not to waste the chance that she got and stood beside her.

"hello!" she said, startling the mystery girl. "I've seen you here many times- ah! Wait! Please don't leave!" she said as she grabbed the hand of the retreating mystery girl. Belle apologized for suddenly grabbing her hand and asked her to stay. She took her inside the library and sat down with her on her favorite spot.

Belle smiled.  " Hello mystr- I mean.... Hello.. My name is Belle. As you know, I am the owner of this library. And I'm not creeping you out but, I've noticed you, quite a few times in front of the library. And I admit that, it intrigued me. And I would like to know. The reason for coming here daily, but never stepping inside. If you don't mind... " she said very politely.

The girl shuffled with her fingers nervously. She looked up at Belle and spoke. " I.... I.. " her voice was hoarse. "I love books... " she said after a long time. "That's great! " Belle exclaimed. " I love books too! You can come here anytime you want!"

"I.... That's the problem.... I can't read...." There was silence between them. Belle was in awe. The girl in front of her was really desperate to read despite not being able to. Belle smiled "What is your name, pretty one?"

The girl looked up and nervously replied "Bijou... I... My parents couldn't afford studies so-``''It's okay Bijou. Maybe I can help."

Bijou was confused.  "How?" "You can come here everyday. And spend some time with me. I'll teach you how to read and we can enjoy each other's company. I'll guarantee that you won't feel bored here!". Bijou was really grateful for the help.

"Don't you want anything in return?" Bijou asked. Belle laughed "No. Nothing except your time and attention." Bijou smiled and said "I can give that. But you'll have to stay away from Gaston. I hate him".  "Great!! Me too! Finally someone who hates him!`` The library felt lively once again from their laughters and chatters, that didn't seem to stop anytime soon. 

[jonogueirawrites]

The in-between.

Chapter 3 of 20 (?).

Chapter 1.

It.

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Xavier ran his long fingers through his face. Why did he have to be paired with her? He pondered asking the professor to change his pair, but after hearing him deny many other students, he gave up on the idea.   

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Evangeline approaching him. "Look." He shoved his sketchbook inside his backpack. "No offense, but I have a lot in mind right now. So we got," he turned to the board looking for their topic, but all his mind saw were black eyes staring back at him, "I don't even..." He sighed. "I'm sorry. You take half, and I take half." He shook his head and left.   

After his encounter with her at the library's entrance, everything intensified. He didn't mean to be rude or mean to her. It was just the feeling that she had something to do with what was happening to him wouldn't go away.   

What was she planning? What was her game?   

He crossed the hall with long steps. He needed to think, and his fingers twitched inside his pockets. Needing to feel the weight of a brush between them.  

Heading to his shed, he had a sudden feeling of dread. His nightmare came to mind, and he shook his body when goosebumps left his hair standing on end. The closer he got, the more he wanted to run in the opposite direction. What the hell was happening with him?   

The padlock on his hand never felt that cold nor weighed that much. Throwing his backpack on the ground, he took the key from his pocket and opened it.    

                                          Black eyes stared at him. 

His raven and black paintings were all displayed for everyone to see. The fabric rested on the dirty floor, taunting him to hide them away again. Clenching his jaw, he took every single one of them and threw them outside. Emptying his flask of thinner on top of them, he watched as the flames engulfed his nightmares.    

Wanting to put them behind him, he entered the shed and closed the door. A new canvas in front of him. White as clouds. White as they should be.   

Without looking, he reached for his charcoal, and the first traces started to appear. Soon Xavier stood with his face smeared in black. His hair tied up, and his eyes glued on the picture smiling at him.   

Evangeline rested amidst trees. A full moon the only light on her skin. Though in the shadows, something lurked. Something he couldn't see. He raised his hand, and she started to dance. A song about children and death, peace, and pain played around him.    

Something on her right hid behind a tree, and when he approached the canvas to have a better look, his phone rang, giving him the fright of his life. His father's name on display. He thought about ignoring it but changed his mind.   

"It's the second time you've called me in weeks. Is everything okay?"   

"You're my son. Can't I call my own son now?"   

"What do you want?"   

Xavier heard his father sigh. "Something is going on with you. I can tell."   

"Everything is fine."   

"We are psychic, Xavier. Do you really think I wouldn't know something was wrong with you?"   

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. He was about to answer his father when his eyes fell on the painting. "I'll call you back." His father's voice just a noise in the background until he hung up. Xavier was getting closer and closer to the canvas. His brain didn't believe his eyes. "What the fuck?" He caressed it with his thumb to ensure he wasn't seeing things. Going crazy.    

When he touched Evangeline's face, a painful scream almost split his head in two. His hands pressed against his ears in a futile attempt to muffle it. From his own mouth, a terrible sound left.   

He panted and heaved on the floor. His hands grabbed the fabric under him and squeezed. His knuckles turned white, and a copper taste filled his mouth. He looked up at the painting, and his heart stopped. "What the fuck is happening?"   

A knock on the door, and he was on his feet. The dirty fabric thrown over it . Making sure he was presentable before he opened the door, he was surprised to see the moon was already high in the sky and that it was Evangeline who stood in front of him.   

"How did you find this place?"   

The smile she shot him too strange. The brown in her eyes the wrong hue.   

"Ah," she looked over her shoulder, "Ajax told me where to find you. Is everything okay?" She observed his features and glanced at the burned canvas by their side.   

"Yeah, yeah. Sure." He shook his head. "You wanted to talk to me?" He closed the door a little further. Trying to hide the inside from her.   

"So you said we should do half and half. The assignment?" He nodded. "You also said you were busy, so I decided to give you a small part." She chuckled. "Here it is. I can come and take it on Sunday afternoon, so I have plenty of time to put it all together. What do you think?"   

"Sounds good to me."   

"Good, good."   

The awkward silence between them too much.    

"I have things to do if you don't mind." He gave her a small smile.   

"Yeah, sure. Sorry."    

Xavier watched as she waved him goodbye and got lost among the trees. He closed the door and stared at the object before him. The way the fabric covered it made it seem like a ghostly figure floating in the air.   

Looking at his watch, he closed his eyes. It was late, and he hadn't eaten anything that day. A snack and a bath were all he wanted. With a last glance and a heavy heart, he left his shed. He made sure it was locked before turning his back to it and walking back to his room.   

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Evangeline wondered what was going on with Xavier. Did he suspect who she was? Was he planning on telling everyone? She sighed.   

The path ahead of her was a short one. She could see the university beyond the treetops. It was a cool night, and when she realized it, fireflies were flying around her. Remembering the night before, she lifted her arm and let them land on it.   

She watched them in the air for a few minutes until a sound by her right caught her attention. Ajax, Bianca, and their group of friends came her way. They stood still, watching her. She could see curiosity in their faces.    

"Good evening. Hope everything is okay." A small wave and a shy smile were all she did.    

The group looked at each other before Ajax addressed her, "We are going to the lake. Build a bonfire." Bianca gave him a hard stare he chose to ignore. "Do you want to come with us?"   

Evangeline raised an eyebrow at him. She noticed how half of the group seemed uncomfortable with the invitation, but before she could answer, Xavier walked out of the forest and into their little exchange.   

He greeted his friends and gave her a slight nod. They chatted a bit until Ajax repeated his invitation. "So. What's it going to be?"   

For some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off Xavier. When she spoke, her voice had a tinge of something wicked in it. "I would love to." She tilted her head and moved her gaze to Ajax. A grin spread across her face. "But it would be wiser if I didn't." Her words in the air. Something naughty echoing with them. When she blinked, everything came to an end. The oppressive atmosphere gone. "I have to study, and there's also the assignment. I better get to it. Thank you for the invitation, though." She waved them a good night and went on her way.    

A devilish smirk played on her lips. One she knew damn well shouldn't be there. Little by little, she was losing control. And although she knew she should be worried about it, she simply did not care.   

Nevermore was a place for freaks. Who would be fit to be there if not her?   

She chuckled and laughed. Xavier's eyes on hers setting her warm skin on fire. She slid her fingers over her black hair. Wetting her thumb with her tongue. Xavier. The devilish smirk returned to her lips.   

This time she decided to shut it down before she lost all control.   

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Her night was peaceful, and she rested well enough to wake up and concentrate on her studies. The books open on the desk in front of her were beginning to blend by the time she decided to have a break. Going to the cafeteria, she noticed it was way past midday, so she headed to the vending machines. A sandwich and water bottle would have to suffice until dinner time.   

Going back to her room, she started doing her assignment. After hours of researching her books and the internet, she headed to the library. Since it was Saturday night, it was empty, just like the way she preferred.    

The clock on the wall showed her it was almost midnight. Because her visits to the place were often without problems, the man responsible for closing it let Evangeline stay after closing time. He trusted her with the key and knew she would take them to the security guard once she was done.   

Stretching her neck and putting the book away, she returned to her room and took a quick cold shower. And although she would rather be up and finish the paper, she fell on her bed and slept until morning came.   

After eating a small breakfast, she got back and finished the last details. Satisfied with her work and praying for a good grade, she let her brain rest. A nap and soon lunch was being served.   

Full and content, she headed to Xavier's shed. She was so sure this one thing would go well that she didn't see the signs. Half-drawn and torn canvas lay haphazardly on the ground. The door ajar, letting anyone see what he tried so hard to hide.   

She noticed the dark circles under his eyes when she entered the place. His hair was a mess reflecting the state of his clothes.    

"Is everything okay?" Her voice startled him.   

His eyes were wild when he looked her way. "What are you doing here?"   

"I-I came to pick up your-"   

"Leave." He tore the canvas in front of him. The small blade in his hand shining in the air.   

"What are you doing?" She took a step his way, but his eyes... They showed her everything she needed to know.   

"I said leave."   

"I'm not afraid nor scared." She defied him. "And you better tell me you have your part of the paper ready, or so help me, the Lord."  She knew that the assignment was an absolutely ridiculous demand, given the situation around her, but her control was about to slip through her closed fingers. She just wanted a normal life.

Xavier scoffed. "Do you really think I care about some paper? I have bigger things to worry about."   

Evangeline closed her eyes. The heat building up inside her too intense. She tilted her head at him, and her following words were pure venom. "You little stupid boy." One step, and she was almost in his personal space. "You silly little boy." Another step, and she broke the invisible barrier. "You have no idea what it is to be worried about shit!" She whispered his way. "You have no idea what I have to deal with every single fucking day of my life." She was up close and personal. Her finger dug into his chest. "I'm almost at my limit. This school, this place, is just too much. Do you know what it's like to keep yourself in check in everything you do? When you eat, when you talk, when you smile. Afraid of what might happen because you can slip up and shit could, no, shit will hit the fan, and there will be no turning back?" She looked up at Xavier, who had surprise in his features. "Fuck you, fuck them, fuck them all. Next time I won't hold back."   

When she left the shed, she wanted everything to explode. Why did she have to hold back when everyone else simply didn't give a fuck?   

No.   

It ended there. Little by little, she would let go. And damned be the consequences. 

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[kazoosandfannypacks]

How The Vicar Says "I Told You So"

a/n: I realized I never posted the link to this fic on tumblr yet! How silly of me! No wonder some of you didn't find it right away!

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 Penzance walked into the library, unsurprised to find there the same lad he'd met there a decade ago- though now the young boy was a strong man, his shaggy crop of hair tamed, and his title as the Earl of Mount Dunstan rightly claimed.

 The vicar was about to give his typical greeting, but he hesitated, seeing his lordship put a finger over his mouth to advise him to be quiet, then nod his head ever so slightly to his left, with a smile that would've been uncharacteristic of him even a year ago- for tucked under Lord Mount Dunstan's arm was the new Lady Dunstan, lost in a contented and beautiful sleep.

 Penzance nodded, quietly grabbing a stool from the other side of the room and planting it, and himself, at Dunstan's right hand.

 "It's almost unnatural to see her at rest," Penzance whispered, "she is of the nature that is always doing, always acting."

 Dunstan looked back down at her, brushing a dark lock of her hair from her sturdy, beautiful face, as enraptured as he always was by the red of her cheek and the line of her jaw and the deep lashes that hid her bluebells-under-water eyes.

 "She is Life," he said, in hushed tones, "Life can't help but keep moving, keep doing- and yet, Life itself stops and finds rest in my arms! Surely even Red Godwyn, in all his glory, couldn't count treasure like this among his spoils."

 "Is that the chronicle you were reading to her tonight?" The vicar motioned to a book which rested in his lap.

 "She's interested in the histories, in the 'First Man,' as she calls it, and all that followed after. She thinks a great deal on my family history," and here he smiled again as he corrected himself, "on our family history. She wants to know everything, and I want to share it with her."

 "As it should be," Penzance said, "you share the future of the Mount Dunstans, and the past along with it."

 "I truly am fortunate," Dunstan said, "There's no one I'd rather share it with than Betty."

 The two sat in silence for a moment, the contented silence they'd often relished in, the silence their unusual friendship was forged in. Presently, Lord Mount Dunstan noticed a smile across the vicar's face, a knowing smile, one that even sparkled in his eyes.

 "What's on your mind?" Dunstan asked.

 "Nothing of importance," the vicar responded.

 "Your face betrays you," Dunstan shook his head, "your thoughts dwell on something, something lovely, if not humorous."

 "It is both," Penzance replied, no longer trying to hide his expression, "it is a conversation we had here, many years ago, and one a few years later."

 "And which conversation was that?"

 "When you mourned the fall of the house of Mount Dunstan- that such a great house would end with you."

 The fifteenth Earl of Mount Dunstan gave a laugh, one that would've been more hearty had he not been careful not to wake his wife.

 "And I seem to recall…"

 "We both remember it well," the Lord interrupted, and perhaps if their friendship wasn't as it was, the vicar wouldn't've taken the liberty to continue.

 "I recall, on the cusp of greatness," Penzance continued, "your belief that standing before me was the last Mount Dunstan, that all the decent world wouldn't come near you- and do you recall what I said to you?"

 "I do."

 Penzance nodded at Dunstan to encourage him to continue his thought, and with characteristic begrudging (but out of respect for the elder man,) Dunstan offered the vicar his smug victory.

 "'No- not the last. Believe me-' and for a time, I didn't. It would seem that I was wrong, friend" Dunstan said, "and that in the end you were right."

 Penzance smiled at the young man who sat before him, having had the honor of seeing the fifteenth Earl of Mount Dunstan transform and develop, watch as he grew into his place in the world- to watch a man who clung so closely to himself now admit to the personal folly of disbelief.

 "It would seem you have sacrificed your pride after all," the vicar smiled.

 Dunstan looked back over at his wife, at how peacefully she had let herself fall to rest in his embrace, and he contemplated the irony of it all. She was not of the kind to take interest in a poor investment such as himself. He was not of the kind to accept anything from anyone, let alone the most sacred gift in the world- Bettina Vanderpoel herself, and all that she had- and yet, neither of them would've felt happy with anything else but each other. He kissed her forehead, gently, softly, as not to disturb her, then turned back to look at the vicar.

 "It turns out some things," Dunstan reasoned, "are worth the sacrifice of anything."

 And the love that James Hubert John Fergus Saltyre held in his heart for his beloved lady Bettina was one of those things.

 She was, in fact, several of them.

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 377

McCoy

McCoy looked back at his breakfast. Who had snuck into whose room last night? Quite obviously Leah or Robbie had not spent the night in their own room. He supposed they should have expected that. He glanced across at Leah again. Joy radiated out from her. Would he get a moment to talk to her alone? Not likely. They’d be headed back to school in a few hours and Leah deserved to spend as much of that time as possible with Robbie. Who knew when they would get to see each other in person next?

McCoy smiled. Scotty’s leg was warm against his and he too wanted to spend as much time with his love as he could.

He walked through the library with Scotty after breakfast. They wanted to collect a few more books they could read together at school. McCoy led his boyfriend through the sciences and engineering sections, making note of what books Scotty took an interest in.

“Your highness?”

“Yes?” McCoy answered, turning towards the voice. One of Father’s secretaries was standing behind them.

“The king would like to see you please.”

“Just me or can Scotty come?”

“He didn’t say sir.” The secretary’s face was apologetic. “He is in his office.”

“Thank you. I’ll be there soon.”

The secretary gave a bow and left. McCoy looked over at Scotty, whose eyes hid worry. McCoy grabbed his hand.

“Come on. If he wants just me, you can take the books up to pack.”

“Aye,” Scotty acknowledged. “What do you think he wants?”

McCoy shrugged. “Don’t know. Could be anything. We’ll find out soon.”

David called for them to come in when McCoy knocked on the office door. The king was alone behind his desk.

“You wanted to see me?” McCoy asked.

“Yes Leonard, come in.”

“And Scotty?”

“Of course,” David smiled. “You’ll tell him what I say anyway, so why not hear it directly?”

McCoy saw Scotty blush, so he reached over and squeezed his hand as they sat in the chairs in front of the desk.

“I must say I’m surprised at your sister,” David said after a moment. “I am most happy for her, just surprised she kept it secret from your mother and I so long.”

“She…” McCoy stopped. He knew he shouldn’t share his sister’s private feelings… “She wanted to have something of her own before you found someone for her.”

“I would never force either of you into a relationship you didn’t want. If Robbie is who she chooses, then Robbie it is.”

“Even if we’re just a pair of poor lads from Earth?” Scotty asked nervously.

“You aren’t poor lads. You are both smart, kind, loyal young men who make my children happy. And their happiness is far more important to me than anything else.”

McCoy reached over for Scotty’s hand again and smiled at him. His boyfriend had gone quite red on the face at the king’s words.

“Which is why I have made a decision,” David continued. “I am quite pleased to be the king making changes to an outdated way of thinking and working.”

McCoy’s heart began pounding in his chest. The king who made changes… a decision… had Father decided about McCoy being king?

“Leonard, I am afraid you will still have to make that speech for your birthday—”

His heart dropped to his stomach. Father wasn’t going to change the succession?

“—you are the prince who is turning eighteen after all. But we can work together on it to also make it the announcement of the changing of the line of succession.”

McCoy felt his mouth slowly drop open as Father’s words fully hit him. A breath he hadn’t realized he was holding in escaped and his body sagged forward in the chair. Freedom! Freedom from having to someday be king!

“Leonard?”

McCoy’s fingers slipped from Scotty’s as his hands hit his knees to hold himself up. He wouldn’t be king! He could do what he wanted! He wanted to jump up and grab Scotty and dance around the room, but he couldn’t move himself. His breaths were coming out heavy.

Scotty was in front of him. “Mo ghràdh?”

“That is what you still want, right son?” David asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yes,” McCoy whispered hoarsely. “Yes!” he said more firmly. His strength came back and he looked into Scotty’s worried eyes. His hands cupped Scotty’s face and he kissed him with everything he could.

Scotty stumbled back when McCoy released him and rose as McCoy stood and drew him with himself.

“Yes, that’s all I ever wanted,” McCoy said to David. “Leah will be a much better ruler than I could be. Thank you. Thank you so much Father!”

David stood and came from around the desk. He embraced McCoy tightly. Joy that McCoy had never imagined flowed through his whole being.

“There are still a few ministers to convince,” David said as he let go of McCoy and set his hands on his son’s shoulders. “But Leah did an excellent job this summer.” David released McCoy and walked back to his seat.

“Of course, this is private until we announce it.”

McCoy nodded. He wouldn’t say a word to anyone.

“Scotty?” David looked at him.

“Aye sir, not a word.”

“Hopefully coming from you at your speech will make people realize it is what you want and that I haven’t kept you from your rightful place.” David looked thoughtful.

“People will still think that no matter what,” McCoy shook his head. But he couldn’t stop smiling and thinking about the life he could now have.

Part 378

Scotty

It would really happen. The line of succession would be changed! Scotty still couldn't quite believe it. But the way David had said it had been a definite promise. They would convince even the last ministers that Leah should become the queen.

After the talk, the boys had gone out into the garden for a quiet chat.

Leonard skipped lightly along the path and Scotty was glad to see how happy the prince was.

"Isn't life wonderful?" Leonard laughed out loud before cupping Scotty's face in his hands and kissing him wildly.

The Scotsman had to laugh as well. He had never seen his boyfriend that cheerful before. Well… maybe in private in their rooms, but never outside.

"Aye, it is."

It surprised him when Leonard grabbed him by the waist and shoulder and started dancing with him. A quick waltz, across the garden.

"Freedom, freedom, freedom," the prince sang to himself, and Scotty laughed before pressing a finger to Leonard's lips.

"Shh, not so loud! Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us."

Who could tell if more people were out in the garden.

Leonard nodded with a grin.

"I know, I know. I'm already quiet."

Scotty smiled and tilted his head to the side.

"Good, good. I was afraid I was going to have to shut ye up."

He raised his eyebrows insinuatingly and Leonard grinned.

"Maybe you should do that anyway. Just to be safe, I mean."

Scotty nodded slowly before urging Leonard kiss by kiss to a shady tree. He felt Leonard begin to run a hand wildly through his hair and he smiled into the kiss.

But before the two could do anything more, a voice snapped them back to reality.

"You just can't behave yourselves, huh?"

Scotty looked over his shoulder and spotted Leah and Robbie strolling hand in hand through the garden toward them.

Leah grinned, while Robbie colored a little.

"Trust me, nothing can stop these two."

Scotty knew Robbie was alluding to the Archer incident. So he quickly sent a death glare over to his little brother to shut him up. Not in front of Leah!

"Oh really? Is there something I should know about?"

The princess looked briefly at each of the people present, but her gaze lingered on Robbie.

He glanced briefly at Scotty, then shook his head.

"They're embarrassed."

"Oh? Well then I want to know all the more!"

Leah grabbed both of Robbie's hands and blinked at him hopefully.

"Later," the younger Scott assured her, and Scotty knew he had no chance of stopping him.

"All right." Leah smiled gratefully before turning to Scotty and Leonard. "So, when do you guys have to leave?"

Scotty looked to Leonard, who shrugged.

"To be honest, I don't really know. Spock keeps track."

Of course, Spock had the schedule in mind. And Sarek probably did, too, since he would be escorting the boys back to school.

"In any case, I hope you'll stay a little longer."

Leah hooked up with Robbie and gave him a kiss.

"We will definitely stay until lunch," Leonard agreed.

"Plenty of time for whatever you guys were up to," Leah teased her brother with a mischievous grin.

Robbie laughed, while Scotty blushed slightly. Leonard just waved it off.

"Better mind your own business, sis. And use your time with your sweetheart wisely."

"Oh, thank you for the advice. I'll do that."

With those words, the couples parted and went their separate ways. Scotty couldn't help but laugh and Leonard joined in when they were out of earshot.

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Autumn Morning (Chapter 47) - A Genshin Impact Story

Zhongli x Original Character

“Coming!” Chao-Xing giggled as I ran down the stairs and trilled once she saw Zhongli.

“My little star,” Zhongli coos, taking Chao-Xing from me and allowing me to eat. “Have you been good for mommy?” Chao-Xing looked back at me and smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes,” He chuckled. Zhongli took our daughter to the living room and, using his geo magic, created a toy for her to play with. Choa-Xing brow furrowed, and I wondered what she was thinking about. Was she wondering how her father greeted nothing out of the air? Wondering how she could do the same? 

“Chyou?” I blinked a few times before looking at Zhongli. 

“yes?”

“Mora for your thought?”

I chuckled. “Thinking about when Chao-Xing discovers she can do the same things you can.”

Zhongli chuckled softly. “Perhaps not everything, but yes.”

“What are we going to do?”

Zhongli looked at Chao-Xing, rolling the toy around. “I don’t think we need to worry yet. Even if she is advanced for her age, it will be years before she realizes it.”

“How can you be sure? How long before you knew how powerful you were?”

Zhongli pursed his lips and stood up. “I- I don’t recall.”

“What?”

“I don’t recall a time I was little. It’s... Only my time as a full-fledged God, then Archon.”

“Zhongli,”

“I apologize. I can’t remember.”

I jumped from my chair to hug him. I could tell my question bothered him. “Forget that I asked.”

“Chyou,”

“I wasn’t thinking when I asked. You’ve lived a long life. To ask you to remember an obscure moment from over 6000 years ago...”

Zhongli continued to frown. I grabbed his jaw and forced him to meet my gaze. “Whatever Chao-Xing brings, we will deal with it together.” His face softens, and he leans in for a kiss.

“Together,” His fingers traced the ring that now adorns my left hand. 

“Together.” I let Zhongli play with my ring a bit more till he fully relaxed. 

“Are you ready for our stroll?”

“Yes.” I stood and pulled him up. “Let’s go.”

I opted out of the stroller and chose a wrap to keep Chao-Xing as close as possible. Yesterday’s events made me warry of the Fatui in Mondstadt. While we walked towards the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, I kept looking over my shoulder for any pursuers. 

“Chyou, no one is following us,” Zhongli assured me. But it didn’t matter. I could never be certain anymore. Stepping into the headquarters, I saw Sucorose, Collei and Lumine exiting the library.

“Chyou?” Lumine asked.

“Hi,”

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for Jean,”

“Jean?” I didn’t know how to tell Lumine about the Fatui. “Chyou?”

“There... There was an issue yesterday,”

“Issue?” Chao-Xing fussed in my arms, and I tried my best to console her while trying to explain yesterday’s events.

“The Fatui have retaken an interest in Chyou.” Zhongli put it bluntly.

Lumine’s eyes narrowed, and her fist clenched at her side. “What happened?”

“Lumine, it’s being dealt with. Focus your energy on helping Sucrose.”

“But-”

“Chyou is right. We have the issue dealt with for the time being. Enjoy the festival.” Zhongli squeezed my hand, and I smiled. It was then that Lumine’s eyes caught sight of the ring on my left hand. I could see the gears turning in her head as the frown turned into a smile.

“He asked you to marry him!” I stared at my friend in shock that she could blurt it out so easily. Zhongli hid a chuckle behind a cough as Lumine rushed to my side and took my hand to examine the ring. “Cor Lapius in the ring with... Is that?”

“Noctilucous Jade,” Zhongli confirmed. 

“Good taste.” Lumine chuckled. “You have to go into every detail of how he proposed.” 

I shook my head and laughed. “Another time. You have two people waiting for you, and Zhongli and I have plans.”

Lumine huffed, letting go of my hand. “Fine. Later then. Before you head back Liyue.”

“Of course.” 

“Good. Congratulation.”

“Thank you,” Zhongli and I said together. Lumine rejoined her two other companions and left the headquarters. 

“It won’t be long now.” I huffed. 

“Sorry?” Zhongli asked, confused.

“Before everyone knows.”

“Ah. Yes. Lumine will spread the word. I expect Bar-” Zhongli cleared his throat. “Venti will be the first to congratulate us once we are done here.”

“I expect he’s waiting for us already.” 

Zhongli rolled his eyes, and we continued with our goal. Two quick knocks on Jean’s door before it opens to reveal not only Jean but a tall man with red hair.

“I’m sorry. Are we interrupting something?”

“No. I was just leaving.” The raid-haired man turned back to Jean. “You’ll have the shipment of wine by tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Master Diluc.” Diluc bowed his head before leaving.

“Chyou, right? My sister has mentioned you before.” 

I tilted my head to the side, confused. “Sister?”

“Barbara.”

“Oh!” Come to think of it, the two did share similarities.

“Yes. But I don’t think you’re here to talk about that. Mahamatra Cyno tells me you had a run-in with two Fatui operatives.”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t the first time the Fatui have bothered you, is it?” Zhongli squeezed my hand to offer support. 

“No. The Fatui captured me... Almost a year ago now.”

“I see. Please sit.” Jean montined at two chairs in front of her desk. “I am glad you are safe. After the General Mahamatra informed us of the altercation, I sent a few Knights to the Groff Hotel. Of course, the Fatui did not cooperate, and we do not know who approached you.”

“We expected as much,” Zhongli growled. The growl caught Jean off guard.

“I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Jean, Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius.” She held her hand out for Zhongli, who took it to shake. 

“Zhongli. Consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor,”

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[pariahsparadise]

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requested by @ittybittygreek: might you be able to do GOLDEN AGE EDMUND X READER where reader cant sleep during a snowstorm and goes to the library and eds there and they just stay up and talk about plans for spring and they fall asleep n then tumnus finds them asleep in a chair together the next morning

word count: 1.2k

pairings: edmund pevensie x gn!reader

warnings: unedited work, fluff? mentions of the white witch & nightmares idfk

a/n: i really hope this is what you had in mind, thank you so much for this request! i wrote this so fast lmaoo

You couldn’t sleep.

You tossed and turned in your perfectly lavish bed, the sheets satiny soft and the pillow always cool, in search of the comfort that it usually brought you. Today, however, there was none. The air in the room remained frosty, a result of you forgetting to close your window earlier. A major error, considering the roaring snowstorm currently plaguing Narnia. No matter how many sheets you piled up over your body, how you tried to huddle amongst the pillows, your body was at a loss for warmth, desiring heat you could not give it. 

Giving up, you threw the covers off, shivering when the cold air hit your bare skin. Quickly grabbing your dressing robe, you slipped into your shoes and lit a torch, carrying it with you to light your way to the library. This was something you did often when you couldn’t sleep, whether it be because of the weather, or just a certain restlessness you felt. 

The library was surprisingly warm when you entered, and you frowned when you saw a crackling fire burning away merrily in the corner. You approached it hastily, because unattended fires in a library filled with books and parchments and scrolls- well, that was just a recipe for disaster, wasn’t it? As it turned out, you needn’t have worried, because a certain dark-haired royal was sitting right across it, his locks unruly and his shirt askew, evidently another sufferer of insomnia like yourself. 

“My King,” you said with a small bow, chuckling at the scowl Edmund looked up to give you. 

“It’s just Edmund to you, and you know that, Y/N.”

“I think you’re messing up the order, I’m pretty sure it’s Edmund the Just?” you teased, picking out one of your favourite books from the shelf nearby before taking a seat next to him on the couch. You lifted your feet from the cold stone floor, tucking them under you as you glanced at Edmund.

He was shaking his head at you disapprovingly, the top two buttons of his nightshirt open, allowing you a glimpse of the skin that hid underneath. The sleeves of the shirt were pulled up his arms, and his skilled hands were currently cradling a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice- one of the few books from your world that were found here. His eyes glittered in the firelight that lit up his face just so, the dark eyebags etched into his skin deterring absolutely none of his beauty. 

And Edmund Pevensie was devastatingly beautiful.

“Like what you see?” he asked you, mouth quirking up to the side, and you rolled your eyes, hitting his arm lightly. In a motion so swift, he quickly grabbed your wrist, palm sliding up to splay across your hand, twining your fingers. 

“Flirt,” you accused and he just laughed, his rarely seen dimples showing as he smiled at you, “Only for you, love.”

You shook your head at him, but left your hand in his.

“What are you doing up, anyways?” you asked after a few moments of content silence. 

Edmund sighed deeply, turning his head to gaze at the flickering flames in front of you, “Same as you, I suppose. I couldn’t sleep, so I stole away here.”

“Was it the nightmares?” you asked cautiously. Edmund’s betrayal of his siblings to the White Witch still haunted him, and the snowstorm raging outside was similar to the weather that had cursed Narnia while she had ruled. He had come to you before, when a woman guard bore a slight resemblance to her, when he saw someone wearing a similar outfit- if little things could send him into such a panic, it was not hard to believe that an entire fucking snowstorm wouldn’t. 

Edmund didn’t respond to your question with words, instead opting to tip his chin down a centimetre, before raising it again as confirmation. 

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, squeezing his hand, sending a spasm of warmth through both of your bodies and bringing a slight smile back to his face. “Guess you can’t wait for spring, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Edmund said, his words tinged with excitement. “I already have so many plans.”

“Do go on.”

“Training programs,” he started, “The soldiers won’t be nearly as bitter when the weather’s warmer, so we could start implementing the new initiatives then. Not to mention, dances,” your eyebrows shot up, but he persevered, “Yes, we could invite royalty from our neighbouring kingdoms. Narnia is lovely in the spring, and with our hospitality combined with the refinery we’ll showcase- I’m sure we’ll be able to forge alliances with many. And I’ll take you as my date, and we’ll dance together. And you’ll step on my toes because you’re a terrible dancer, but I’ll survive, because it’s worth it if you’re the one dancing with me.”

Your cheeks flushed a terrible red, but Edmund was too caught up in his plans to notice, “And we’ll go on picnics. We’ll go horse-riding and swimming, and I’ll be able to pluck you flowers again.”

“And I’ll make you another flower crown,” you piped up, and Edmund snapped the fingers on his free hand before pointing at you seriously, “Yes. Exactly. You’ll do that, and I’ll wear it instead of my real crown till the flowers die, like last time.”

You chuckled, nestling in closer to Edmund’s shoulder, which was now pressed up against yours, startling a little at the space between you two - or lack thereof. When did you even shift this close? You listened to his voice rambling on, the low tones a glorious medley you’d listen to forever if you could. And though you tried, you really tried to stay awake and participate in the conversation, your eyelids became heavier than stone, impossible to keep lifted up. Somehow, you were warmer sitting here with Edmund than in your room with the dozens of blankets piled up. More comfortable, too, and you found yourself slipping easily into the land of dreams.

“So what do you think?” Edmund asked as he finished ranting about one of his other ideas, looking down at you and mentally smacking himself for being so loud. It hadn’t seem to affected you though, if the way your breaths flowed steadily and your eyes remained peacefully closed was any indication. 

Edmund found himself smiling a little giddily at your frame curled up against him, irrationally happy that you trusted him enough to fall asleep in his presence. 

“And maybe,” he whispered to you quietly, voice feather-soft as he pressed an even softer kiss to your forehead, “Maybe I’ll finally ask you out this spring.” As he spoke the words, they cemented themselves on his mental checklist of things to do the next season, and Edmund fell asleep not long after with a stupid, stupid smile on his face.

“Should- should we wake them up?” Mr. Tumnus asked Lucy in quiet tones. The two of them had come into the library in search of a book about botany, wanting to identify some of the plants that had somehow survived last night’s storm.

“No,” said Lucy, watching the two of you with a knowing smile. It didn’t matter that Edmund had an important meeting this morning, she’d happily be able to fill in for him, “No, let them be.”

read part 2 here :)

[slytherweasley]

Desperate love (Pansy Parkinson x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary/request: Hiii, could I request a Pansy Parkinson x fem!reader smut where reader eats out Pansy very well and she’s just a moaning hot mess and it’s the best she’s ever had so when reader walks around the halls next day all the boys are intimidated and stare because they heard Pansy moan and wail?

If you want to request here are my request guidelines

You signed yourself up to tutor some of the fifth years in preparation for their owls as extra credit from Snape. You also signed up to get extra credit from other professors, it was mainly a bit of cleaning and watering plants for Professor Sprout. You didn’t have much time for yourself or your girlfriend who was very high maintenance.

Pansy doesn’t take shit from anyone, she doesn’t like to be told no, she doesn’t like to be kept waiting and she does not tolerate not being centre of attention. That’s all you’ve done this week but with you she can take it for a little while before she snaps and needs your attention. If you weren’t so busy she would have forced you to stay with her and spend time with her but you never see her after school until you get in your dorm and she’s half asleep.

You finished watering Professor Sprout’s plants and you were on your way to the library, you sat down and got the books you needed for tutoring and realised you left a couple in your dorm so you quickly rush into your dorm.

Little did you know as you were getting dressed in the morning after packing your bag Pansy pulled out a couple books and hid them under her pillow. You run up the stairs, luckily your dorm is right near the common room so it wasn’t a far walk. You burst through the door and Pansy sits on her bed, legs crossed trying to keep her smile in.

“Hey Pans, I’m just grabbing some books I left” “Why don’t you stay for a while?” “I have to go tutor another fifth year” you were frantically searching your big pile of books under your bed. “Is something wrong?” She asks innocently “I can’t find the damn books I need” “Oh that’s a shame. Just call it a day and come here, darling.” You stopped searching and stood up with your arms crossed “Where are they?” You ask “What” “The books, where are they?” “I didn’t do anything!” “Look Pansy I understand you don’t care about school but this extra credit means a lot and I promise I’ll find time to spend time with you.”

Pansy took the books from behind her pillow and held them in her arms. “Thank you” you say but she doesn’t hand them over “I mean you could go and tutor some fifth year and be boring or you could help me out and be a bit more exciting.”

Pansy lifts up her school skirt to show she’s not wearing anything underneath. You stand there weighing up your options, she is practically irresistible. “Fucks sake Pansy” you get on the bed and kiss her.

Finally Pansy got her way. You quickly undressed her, unbuttoning her shirt and throwing her tie and shirt on the ground and unclasping her bra. Pansy undoes her skirt and you pull it down throwing it with the pile of her clothes on the ground.

You admire her body before kissing down her stomach “Please Y/n” she begs “How desperate for me are you?” You swipe a finger through her folds and feel how wet she is, she shivers just at the touch of your finger. “Shit Pans, you really are wet” “Please” she begs.

You lick up and down her pussy relieving the throbbing sensation between her legs. You had never experienced Pansy being this needy and horny before. She couldn’t help the moans coming out of her mouth “Y/n fuck feels so good!” She yells. As your tongue moves fast on her clit her hips grind against your face.

You start to finger her with a couple fingers curling them inside her while still working on her clit. “Please Y/n Please! I’m so fucking close!” Her yells and screams were so hot. She kept pleading and swearing as she came closer to orgasm.

She grabs a fistful of your hair and yells out “Oh shit! I’m going to fucking cum, fuck” she curses. As she came you continued sucking on her clit as she finished her high.

“Oh my fucking God Y/n, that was the best thing I’ve felt in my life” “Darling, you were so fucking hot” “Give me a second to calm down before I return the favour” “I’ve got to go tutor but I promise I’ll be back soon” “Hurry back, sweetheart.”

You place a kiss on her lips and admire her body once more, you were so turned on but you had to go back. You’d noticed people looking at you but you ignored it because you were in a rush.

On your way back you noticed people staring at you again. You got to your dorm and checked yourself in the mirror. “You look great darling” Pansy says “Do I have something on me? People were staring at me” “No, you look just as beautiful as before” “Huh, well that’s weird.”

You and Pansy took a shower together giving her the opportunity to return the favour. After the shower you were both so tired you fell right asleep.

The next morning you and Pansy walk to breakfast, guys were looking Pansy up and down and avoiding eye contact with you. It boosted Pansy’s ego “This is so weird” you say “I like it” she smiles playing with her hair “Why? You don’t even like guys” “I know! I like the attention though” you roll your eyes.

People didn’t sit near the two of you. Draco, Crabbe and Goyle sit across from the two of you. “Morning” Draco mumbles grabbing a piece of toast “Hi” you mumble back “What’s got you in a bad mood and why are you in a good mood?” He asks “I don’t think we need to guess what’s gotten Pansy in a good mood” Crabbe chuckles with Goyle and Draco rolls his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy snarls at the two boys “Do you know how to cast a silencing charm?” Draco asks “Of course I do, I’m not dumb, we learnt that ages ago” “Maybe you should use it instead of feeding all the horny teenage boys with your unholy moans.”

“People could hear?” You ask “Pansy was yelling like bloody murder” “So they are only looking at me because they heard me in an intimate moment and not because I look pretty today?” “It wasn’t so intimate” Draco comments “Don’t worry you look gorgeous” you tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

You and Pansy death stared anyone who dared to look at the either of you. Eventually people got something else to talk about and left you alone.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

A Deafened Bard (Stephen Strange x Female!Reader)

I can explain. 

Please don't come at me for starting a new project before finishing Cult Girl Doctorate. I hit a wall and needed to take a break. I am trying not to let this one take up too much time.

Y/n is a sorceress-in-training who’s known for being hard to teach. Sensing her potential, Doctor Strange takes her on as an apprentice. 

You firmly believed that shattering the urn of Fei-Amie was the best thing that ever happened to you. 

It happened a year ago, but it still replayed in your head over and over again. You made a conscious effort to remember it vividly. 

Sure, it was terrifying, Stephen Strange's initial look of anger when he heard the ceramic shatter. It softened when he saw that the culprit was just a clumsy sorceress-in-training who looked on the verge of tears with remorse. Still, it was a face you never wanted to see again: his teeth bared, his already sharp features accentuated under the constraints of anger. 

It diluted into silent, simmering frustration that revealed itself to you in short sarcastic jabs and body language. 

"Just, stop." He cut you off after a string of profuse sorries. With no disarming smile in sight, you could tell he was tense. "Artifacts get broken all the time. Don't cry. It was an accident." 

His tone indicated that he was trying to convince himself more than he was you. You were a closed-off person and could hardly stand the idea that anyone out there didn't like you. The idea of the Sorcerer Supreme being mad at you, personally, made you briefly consider ritual suicide. You lowered your head. "Yes, Master Strange."

"Hey, butterfingers." He called out after you as you tried to make a painless exit. You looked back at him and he gestured to the pile of broken ceramic pieces. "You gonna fix what you broke?"

It hadn't dawned on you that an ancient relic could be fixed. Especially one that once contained the ashes of the ancient necromancer Fei-Amie. You were embarrassed to say that your knowledge of manipulating time was surface-level at best, and couldn't think of any other solution. 

You wordlessly gathered the pieces up in your skirt and carried them off, striking out any plans to go into town that evening. Instead, you poured through book after book for any instruction whatsoever on repairing broken artifacts. You ran out of desk space, so books were just floating in the air, suspended on pages that briefly mentioned relic breakage. 

You started to believe you were given an impossible task. Or perhaps all the resources you needed, he was withholding. Even so, you didn't want to go back to him empty-handed. You changed into your street clothes and opened a portal to the local craft store.

You returned with two types of extra-strong superglue and got to work. First, you made all the pieces come together and had them hover over the desk. Unconsciously, you began to sing as you pieced the urn back together. 

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels

Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles

Brown paper packages tied up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

"Haven't heard that song in years." 

You dropped the tube of glue and the few remaining pieces fell back to the desk. "Master Strange!" 

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He said, though his apology was undercut by his smug tone. "Carry on." 

You picked up a piece and began to line the edges with glue. 

"Aren't you going to finish the song?" 

You looked up to see that he hadn't been just passing by. He was leaning against the threshold, watching you. 

"I don't usually sing for an audience." You laughed, uncomfortably. "Just me." 

"A man and his sentient cape should not count as an audience," he scoffed. "But, if you insist, I guess I'll have to just listen to Julie Andrews instead." 

"What's wrong with her?" You raised your eyebrows in surprise. 

"Oh, nothing. She's a treasure." He put his hands up. "But everyone gets to hear her sing. And I take it that only a very select few get to hear your rendition of my favorite things. I just have to be one of them." 

You blushed, suddenly forgetting all the words to my favorite things. 

"Girls in white dresses..." he offered, an impatient edge to it.

You swallowed. "Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes. Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes-"

"Hey, butterfingers." He interrupted again. Before you could object, he pointed to the way that the pieces floated gracefully overhead at the sound of your voice. 

"I'd like to see Julie Andrews do that." He said with a wink.

"Looks alright," Master Strange said, running his finger along the tight seams that showed where cracks once were. 

"Will it still work?" You asked. That was really all you were worried about. 

"Beats the hell out of me." He shrugged. "I didn't know how to use it to begin with." 

"What?!" You spat back. "Are you kidding?" 

"I'm afraid not." He said, taking the urn and placing it back on its pedestal. "Don't worry, you did a good job. I'm not mad at you anymore." 

That was really all you needed to hear. "Thank you, sir." 

"You're an apprentice, right?" He asked. 

"I'm..." Your voice trailed off in embarrassment. "Between masters right now."

He raised an eyebrow. "If I were to ask around, would I receive glowing reviews from your last masters?" 

You admitted it point-blank. "No." 

"Let me guess," he folded his arms. "Something didn't make sense to you and instead of giving you the space to question it, they insisted you follow blindly." 

You wanted to throw your head back and shout in relief; finally, someone understood! 

"Bingo, bullseye." You put your hands up in surrender after being read so easily. "Right on the money."

"I see." He said, tucking that thought away for later. "Could I trouble you for one more odd job before you go?" 

"That depends." You folded your arms. "What is it?" 

He looked over his shoulder at his cape. "How are you with sewing?"

‘Sewing' was not the verb you would use to describe repairing the tears in the Cloak of Levitation. It was taller and stronger than you and it did not want to be repaired. It was closer to performing surgery on a fully grown mountain lion that could rip your head off at any minute. 

"Like putting eyeshadow on a cat," Master Strange said. It flicked its edge contemptuously, while still clinging to his shoulders for dear life. "I'm a licensed surgeon and it won't let me within 20 feet of it with a needle." 

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." You said, thoroughly discouraged. All he'd given you to work with was a spool of thread and a pack of needles. 

He tried with sincere force to remove the cloak, but it wouldn't budge. "Of course, now it knows you're coming at it with the sewing kit and it won't leave my shoulders." 

"Maybe I can work with that?" You shrugged. You threaded the needle and hid it in your hand. 

You approached the cloak, only for it to shove Master Strange in your way like a human shield. 

"Listen, you naughty little blanket." He scolded, turning around to face it as if it were a puppy that had just wrecked the living room. "If you don't let her fix you, you're going in the washing machine. Extra spin." 

It shuddered, and, for a moment, you thought it was going to comply. You slowly took a step forward, only for it to dart as soon as your foot hit the ground. It made its escape with a large crash through the heavy wooden doors of the library. 

"Hey!" You shouted, chasing after it. "Get back here!" 

You caught a glimpse of it headed towards the relic room, so, without thinking, you opened a portal to make it there first. You reached it only seconds before the cloak breached the threshold, with only enough time to grab it by the edge. 

"Come here!" You exclaimed, giving it a full force tug. It tugged back, overpowering you to the tenth degree. It dragged you across the room and into the foyer. You yanked on it, only for it to escape from your grip and send you flying back into the wall. You wondered for a second how such a sturdy piece of fabric could possibly be in need of maintenance. 

"Bastard." You mumbled, rubbing the spot where your head collided with the wall. The pain didn't stop you, though. You were on your feet within seconds, pursuing the naughty blanket all over again. 

You heard the words of one of your many, many masters ringing in your ears; "never outrun what you can outsmart". Or maybe that was from a Garfield comic. Either way, whether or not you could outsmart the cloak was still unknown, but you had to at least try. 

You took a second to catch your breath and tried to remember where you saw it heading next. Downstairs, you thought. To the laundry room. The one place you would never look. 

You slowly but deliberately descended the stairs to the basement where the laundry was. You turned the light on and saw overturned baskets of towels, clothes, and sheets everywhere. And then a washing machine door slammed shut. You turned your head and saw a twinge of dark red hiding in the washing machine. 

You removed your shoes and socks to minimize noise, then picked up a fitted sheet that had been thrown on the ground. You mounted the washing machine and affixed the sheet to the front. The cloak would have to come shooting out the door, and you would ambush it. 

You forced the door open with your heel, holding the sheet like a giant net. As predicted, the cloak shot out like a bullet from a gun, getting caught in the sheet. It thrashed around aimlessly, trying to escape, but you had a tight grip and it wasn't going anywhere. 

"It's curtains for you!" You said, then laughed at your own joke. "Stop struggling!" 

It flailed and fought, but eventually ran out of energy and sunk to the ground. Not trusting it quite yet, you pinned it down with your whole body weight before releasing it from the sheet. As expected, it tried to fly away, but couldn't get anywhere.

"The less you fight, the faster this will go." You said, examining the fabric for any visible tears. The rip presented itself right away. About as long as your hand, right in the center. 

"What did Strange do to you?" You asked, pulling the threaded needle from your pocket. "Hold still, I'm going to fix it." 

Once the needle hit fabric, the cloak stopped trying to fly away and instead writhed about on the floor like it was about to die. You fixed the tear with as many stitches as you could make, then pulled it shut. Once you knew the thread was secure, you rolled off the cloak and let it fly free. 

It shot up, but froze, noticing something was different. It swished itself around, unaccustomed to the feeling of air not blowing right through its center. 

"You're welcome." You said with a shrug. "It's not like I had to chase you all around the sanctum to make it happen." 

Without any warning, the cloak scooped you up and squeezed you. Your initial reaction was that this was its revenge and you were taking your final breaths, but you could tell it was gratitude by the way it gently set you down on the ground. 

"Happy to help." You gasped for air. "Just remember this feeling if I ever have to do this again." 

"Not bad, butterfingers." Master Strange told you, though the tone of his voice conveyed he was impressed beyond a simple 'not bad'. 

"Not bad?" You protested. "I absolutely crushed it." 

He ran his finger down the uneven but sturdy stitching. When his face met yours again, he was smiling with genuine enthusiasm that managed to eek through his dry, sarcastic exterior. It came out as an admittedly very handsome sideways smirk as his eyes scanned you up and down. 

“If you don’t need anything else, I’ll get out of your hair now.” You said, heading towards the open doors. 

“Wait.” The doors slammed shut before you could reach them. You turned around to see Master Strange still examining the stitching. "You wouldn't leave without tea, would you?"

A pot of chai tea sat between you, filling the air with an aroma of spicy vanilla. You held the teacup in both hands, determined to never give him a reason to reinforce the "butterfingers" nickname he'd become so fond of. 

"Chai is my favorite." You said, letting the scent waft into your nose. "Yerba mate used to be my favorite, but if I drink more than two pots of it I get sick." 

"Yeah, definitely don't do that." He chuckled, bobbing his teabag up and down in the cup. "Out of curiosity, are you wondering at all why I invited you to tea?" 

"Oh, definitely." You nodded. "I was just wondering about that." 

"Would you believe it's just because I find you interesting?" He raised an eyebrow. "Good company, perhaps?" 

"Interesting? Absolutely." You agreed. "Good company is debatable." 

"I can't believe I never thought to trap the cloak in the washing machine." He rested his chin in his hand. "It seems so obvious now." 

"If it makes you feel any better," you shrugged. "It was mostly dumb luck and reckless disregard for my own life, considering it almost threw me off the balcony.” 

He glared at the cloak. “What did I tell you about trying to kill our guests?” 

It lowered its collar shamefully in his direction. 

“Don’t apologize to me!” He scolded. “Apologize to her.” 

It turned to face you and repeated the somber motion. 

“It’s okay.” You shrugged. “My family adopted a retired army German Shepherd growing up. I’m used to high-strung creatures that could end my life at any second.” 

“Well, rest assured, butterfingers,” He said, leaning back in his chair. “This will never happen again.”

“I, uh-” You opened your mouth before you could even really pick up on the implication he was putting down. “Wasn’t aware that there would be a chance for it to happen again?” 

“I suppose we should get down to brass tax, then.” He folded his hands in his lap. “How would you like to stay here?”

“Well-” You said, not wanting to come off as too enthusiastic, which you certainly were. “Not if it’s going to kill me-”

“If I could promise you that your life won’t be in constant danger, I would.” He cut you off. “But if you wanted safety, you wouldn’t have started studying the Mystic Arts.”

“Got me there.” You conceded, your made-up objection withering away. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” He shook his head. “I’ll help you train and in return, you help me preserve the integrity of the sanctum.” 

“So an apprenticeship?” Your eyes widened. "Are you saying you want to take me on as an apprentice?" 

“I know you’ve got bad associations with that title, but yes.” He answered. “If it brings back memories of your previous masters treating you like garbage, we can call it a ‘partnership’, if you’d like.” 

Partners with the Sorcerer Supreme? You thought, butterflies materializing in your stomach. 

"That sounds great, but-" You broke eye contact and fidgeted with your fingers. "I feel like I should disclose that it wasn't really all that one-sided. I am… notoriously hard to teach."

"And who told you that?" He tilted his head. "The ones who refused to teach you?" 

You hadn't thought about it that way. "I guess."

"The way I see it, you've repaid your debt and are free to leave," he began. "But seeing how dutifully you reassembled that urn, wrangled my favorite piece of defiant outerwear, and how desperately this place is in need of some life, it might be a good idea to keep you around." 

You put your hand over your chest to still your heart. "It would be an honor." 

"Excellent." He nodded. "That saves me the trouble of having to convince you."

He brought you to a small but comfortable room with a bed and connected bathroom. 

"There's plenty of closet space for all your clothes." He said, gesturing to an antique looking bureau set. 

You dumped your duffel bag out on the bed, revealing the extent of your possessions. "Thanks, but this is all I've got." 

"Travel light, huh?" He asked.

"Yeah, I moved around a lot growing up." You admitted. "Got no real roots and all that jazz." 

"That changes now." He told you. "This is your home now so I want it to feel like it. Make the space your own."

“I don’t know how I can thank you for this.” You lowered your head, still feeling undeserving. 

“Don’t thank me yet, butterfingers.” He chuckled. “I’ve been told I tend to be a little on the egotistical side. That I don’t work well with others.”

"It's actually [F/N], if you were curious." You said, sitting on the bed and folding your hands in your lap. 

"Okay, [F/N]." he smiled. "You've been in and out of enough apprenticeships to know the drill. Early mornings, late nights. And I've got a laundry list of odd jobs for you that I'm too important to do." 

"Naturally." You nodded. His dry self-awareness inspired a little confidence that he wouldn't be a complete tyrant. 

"You did a good job today." He said, bluntly. "Thank you for your help. Keep it up and you'll make an invaluable addition to the sanctum."

You smiled downwards. "Thank you." 

"Do you often sing when you're trying to focus?" He posited. "Just, as an aside." 

You could tell the gears in his neurosurgeon's head were turning, undoubtedly trying to pin some kind of diagnosis on you as doctors were known to do. 

“I guess it’s just a force of habit.” You admitted. “I used to play piano, so when I’m working with my hands, it just kind of happens. My last master was not happy about that.” 

"Oh, screw him." He waved his hand dismissively. "He pissed away an opportunity to nurture a sorceress with a special gift for the sake of tradition. That's a mistake I won't make."

Special gift? You thought. Nobody who practiced the Mystic Arts had ever referred to anything you'd ever done as a 'gift'. Annoyance? sure. A symptom of ADHD? All the time. But 'gift'? That made it sound useful.