#and that silly little ending at the shop was just a thing to tie it all together

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Can You Hear The Rumble? - Vergil x Reader

Music Inspired Fics (Devil May Music) - Cirice, by Ghost

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Everyone knew the kind of demon a hunter should be wary about is the one who plays with their victim's minds. You and Vergil were very proud on the outside - but how would it be when having to save each other on the inside for the first time?

TRIGGER WARNING: A lot of blood, cuts, bruises, scars and suffering on both Vergil and the reader's sides. The reader also struggles with perfection and self-loathing - in a "I'm never going to be a good person" kind of way, because I needed to get more intimate on the reader's part as well - and there are scenes with the reader covered in cuts and bleeding, though not self-imposed, it could be read like that. Those scenes are the reader's and Vergil's internal images of themselves. Reader and Vergil meet each other on their imperfections and the darkest parts of their souls, so BE WARNED. This might not be everyone's cup of tea and there are lots of potential triggers.

Author's Note: @tokkis-shelf asked me if Vergil's part of the Halloween special was inspired by Cirice, and here we are now. It is what kickstarted the song-fic requests! As with a lot of people, I think, Cirice is pretty personal to me.

In the video, it was so comforting to me seeing the black sheep being represented hahahaha and I guess that's why people love it so much. The part where they hold hands? I died, I'd never let go, I cry my soul out upon watching. (I did a very similar drawing to that scene when I was in school around 15 years ago, so it drop-kicked me out of my body xD)

Now, when writing this, I kept in mind that this song has a double meaning and can be quite comforting and quite manipulative at the same time - hence why I use the "can't you see that you're lost without me?" in two different situations, 'cause I think Cirice can be interpreted in so many ways and each person takes what they need from this song. I hope you guys like it!!

Plus, the song the reader and Dante sing at the end is The Power of Love, by Huey Lewis and The News

Cirice, by Ghost

“Can’t you see that you’re lost…?”

It happened every time Vergil walked in the darkness.

That voice in the back of his head, silently taunting him, the hiss of a quiet viper in the hopes of taking him back to the darkest parts of his soul. Quiet, lurking, whispering… Mundus always there, somewhere in the folds of his consciousness, guiding him back into the void – luring Vergil back into his shackles.

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

As if Vergil couldn’t belong anywhere else, as if his place was in Hell. After all he had been through, after all the sins he perpetrated, he believed wholeheartedly there was no hope for him at all – only a fool’s hope; only a glimmer of a wish he wasn’t as tainted as he was… A desire to not be such a monster as he was.

Pacing quietly through the empty cathedral, Vergil had already learned not to give in to those thoughts – to keep them at bay, as only a whisper in the darkness, of trickster voices that would always remind him of how inhuman he was.

It was times like this Vergil longed for the faint glimmer of the moon, or the warm ghostly light of a candle. It was easy to get lost in the dark, but a single ray of light could help through the direst of situations. That night, though, it seemed like the moon had fallen asleep behind the curtains of the clouds – Selene hiding her tears for her earthly lover in his eternal sleep.

None of you knew what that night entailed – you weren’t even certain what you were dealing with. That was the reason why Lady strutted in the Devil May Cry, not too fond of taking a job she didn’t know if it was up to her abilities.

“Well, looks like I have a new one for you to pay your debt, big guy!” Her singsong voice interrupted the ambience of the jukebox; Lady entering the shop with Kalina Ann and all.

“Eh, I’m never gonna be free of my debt, Lady, let’s be honest.” Dante sighed, putting his feet down and throwing his magazine across the table, shooting her a serious glare. “But things have been borin’ lately, so one of your odd jobs’ not gonna hurt. Whaddya have for me?”

“You talk as if I never help you enough to maintain this place.” She lifted one eyebrow, approaching the big desk at the middle of the shop.

“Gotta give the woman credit, Dante. Last month’s bills were on her.” You shrugged as you had finally come out of your shower, happy to see Lady around, still drying your hair with the towel as you went down the stairs.

“See? Someone who has a bit of common sense.” Her smile was nothing short of devilish as she gestured towards you.

“You know where you are, Lady. ‘Common sense’ isn’t much of a thing in this household.” You greeted her by quickly blowing her a kiss while passing by, making your way towards the couch where Vergil was quietly reading.

“Ey, you’re hurtin’ my feelings like that.” Dante put one of his hands over his heart, laughing alongside you as you kept on your way. “But fine. I’ll give ya that, Lady. So, what’s up? What job do you wanna throw at me this time?”

“I am not throwing it at you.” And there it was: you could always see when Dante stroke a nerve when Lady got defensive and with that fiery stare on her multicolored eyes. “If you wanna do it, great, if you don’t, I can deal with it myself just fine. I’m here to be a good friend since you can barely afford all that pizza you keep stuffing yourself with!”

As you sat by Vergil’s side, you both exchanged a telling glare. Just like you, Vergil was used to observing people. Granted, he didn’t know Lady as much as Dante or even you, but he did know her since he was very young. That fiery, easy-to-anger personality had been there since they first met at the Temen-ni-gru – and Vergil argued it was one of Lady’s traits that would never change.

Something he was quite pleased with, if he had to be honest with himself. It was a good trait for a human demon hunter like her. Dante always praised human’s hearts and particularly their love and empathy – Vergil praised their burning anger that made them unconquerable in the direst of circumstances.

“Jeez, alright, alright, don’t shoot me!” Dante raised his hands as if he was at gunpoint, making you wheeze quietly. Vergil side-eyed you for a while – half judging, half holding his own laugh. “It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I?”

“Humpf.” Lady rolled her eyes and took a slice of pizza from the box resting on the desk, pointing at Dante with it right after. “You know I wouldn’t bring you something if it wasn’t important.”

“Actually, you would.” With those words, Dante rested his arms crossed on the table – all the while, you and Vergil watched it all as if it was a show. Who needed a TV when you had those two? “But you’re bein’ too dodgy ‘bout it, babe. What’s goin’ on?”

“I got a call from a priest in a city nearby.” Lady’s answer was uncharacteristically quiet, followed by a bite from the pizza while she seemed pensive and in any hurry to chew it. “I’ve done some jobs there, know the guy, he’s nice. All the times he called me, it was always a quick, good-paying job. He said some weird things have been happening at the cathedral for the last couple of weeks.”

“Not to sound mean, but there’s always somethin’ strange happenin’ at churches.” Dante’s eyes carried a bit of skepticism: ‘weird things’ didn’t always entail a job for the Devil May Cry – and it usually ended with all of you hunting a rogue raccoon or something.

“I know. But this guy, he doesn’t get scared easy, ok? He’s one of those types of priests who’ll try to shoot down a couple of demons with a shotgun and, if that doesn’t work, he gives me a call.” Those words, though, made you and the Spardas raise your eyebrows. Indeed, it was a rare type of priest, but a good one to keep as acquaintance. “He said the cathedral is increasingly quiet, even from noises outside, with occasional distant noises that are not done by any of those who live there. After it all started, the other priests reported having weird nightmares, of being chased by something in the dark, inside the cathedral – this thing whispering things they can’t understand. Alright if it happened to one or two, but soon all of them started waking up in the middle of the night with similar nightmares – and, catch this, the higher ups of the clergy didn’t tell the common priests about it, but they all reported the very same dream.” Those words caught everyone’s attention. Vergil finally closed his book and leaned forward, paying attention to Lady’s retelling of the priest’s misfortunes. “The priest has been trying to figure out what’s going on, but some old books appear to go missing from the library, only to re-appear as if nothing has happened. Some books are missing pages, something that never happened before. He also said the inside of the cathedral has been getting darker and darker as the weeks go by. As if something is approaching – his words, not mine.”

Vergil immediately furrowed his brows and seemed to turn into an ice sculpture right by your side. You risked a glance, finding him with his usual dark aura – pensive, somber and quiet; hunter’s eyes showing themselves in a matter of seconds.

“Rare are the creatures in Hell in search for knowledge…” He muttered loud enough for his brother and Lady to turn their attention to him. “But those who do, are usually among the worst. Haunting noises, torn books, nightmares, dead silence and total darkness…”

“What? You think those Hell Piranhas came out of their pit?” Dante’s question had a bit of fun in the words, but his eyes were serious and he didn’t allow his lips to smile.

“Could be. Could also be a demon trying to mimic them to hide something else.”

“Hell Piranhas?” You and Lady didn’t need a cue to ask at the very same time. Neither of you had ever heard of that – and both of you had heard of a lot.

“This is not their name, but it is how Dante calls them since we were kids.” Vergil almost sighed in response.

“How we both called ‘em. Mister smart-pants over here isn’t that much better than lil’ ol’ me.” Dante winked at both of you, making you giggle quietly in return. “They’re kinda like illusion demons, but they like stayin’ in the darkness and gatherin’ knowledge. Usually work for someone bigger, though.”

“And even if they don’t, they swallow up all their knowledge and that is dangerous in itself. Afterwards, they feed from the victims they have been toying for so long.” Vergil continued Dante’s thought, ignoring his brother’s previous words. The more you didn’t think about what Dante had said about him, the better – for Vergil couldn’t deny it. “They hunt in packs, and the more victims, the more powerful they become. Some call them the Pit Deceivers, others call them the Lie Weavers…”

“You call them Hell Piranhas.” You concluded bluntly, making Vergil stare at the horizon with emptiness in his eyes – he could say all he wanted, flex all his demonic knowledge, you heard the Piranhas and now you’d never forget it.

“I never heard of them.” Lady had her eyebrows furrowed, searching her memory for some story like that.

“They either don’t leave the pit that much or not many humans survive to tell the story. That’s why.” Dante pointed at a great, old book Vergil had left on one of the tables a long time ago and now it was its official resting place. “You can find it only in the likes of the Codex Daemonica.”

“So either we have them around, or it’s something else. Something bigger. Right?” As you asked, Vergil only agreed with his head as the attentions turned to you. “Or something mimicking the Piranhas.” And Vergil had to sigh at your addition. He would never have peace again. “The mimic or the master, what kind of demon would the Piranhas answer to? If they are that obscure, I take it their existence is more of a niche knowledge in Hell rather than a common information.”

“On that, you are correct…” Vergil murmured in response, falling back into his pensive demeanor. You knew he would be lost for a while.

“See? Good thing I brought this for you, then.” Lady waved dismissively at Dante, but you could sense a little edge in her playful voice. Dealing with big things was fine, same as dealing with cruel demons and the ones that played the big-scary-one persona. Unknown demons were another kind of monster – one only Dante and Vergil used to deal with. “Plus, they always pay well.”

“Eh, I won’t be seein’ much of that money, if I know ya well.” Dante scoffed, having a small smile hidden in the corner of his lips; his tone and demeanor, though, were quite somber and you knew the red devil was taking it seriously.

“If you don’t mind, Dante, I would like to take over this one.” Vergil finally declared while getting up from the couch. “I know some of the hellish creatures who might make use of the Weavers or mimic them.”

“Fine for me, I’m needin’ some time to rest.” Dante sighed, but looked right back at you while Vergil rested his book on the big Devil May Cry desk. “But I’m gonna feel a lot better with someone around to keep an eye on ‘im, pretty thing.”

“Well, I didn’t intend on letting you guys deal with this all by yourselves anyway.” You got up from the couch, immediately receiving a glare from Vergil. “I’m going, blue devil, whether you want it or not. I want to get acquainted with these Piranhas.”

Vergil only closed his eyes, letting out the longest and most regretful sigh you ever heard in your life.

And there you were – although Vergil lost track of you quite a while ago. He knew the stirrings rippling through his heart when you were in danger; and being the fierce human you were, Vergil wasn’t worried about having you search for the demons in the cathedral.

There was, though, a slight uneasiness. That voice echoing in the darkest parts of his soul, it always came as an omen – causing nothing but destruction, inside or outside of himself. Vergil never could really say which one would be, but both were devastating.

“Veeeeergil…”

His steps came to a dry halt in the middle of the cathedral. The night outside the colorful stained-glass windows was pitch black, robbing the colors of their warmth and light – the fire on the candles, long dead in that cold night. The whisper that crept to his ears, like stark chalk on a chalkboard, dragged itself through the marble floor and took a hold of his soul in its clutches.

It was a different kind of sound – different from the ones inside himself, calling him to the darkness. It was from the outside… The Lie Weavers. Slowly coming up, finding him as their next victim. He was close to one of the places they were certainly lurking in the shadows, patiently waiting for someone they could consume.

Vergil never feared the darkness. Tightening his grip around Yamato, his steps resumed his way, approaching the places in the cathedral the faint light of the night could barely touch. Those demons should have known their end was near, and he was the harbinger of their demise – he expected all kinds of trickery, of resistance, of fight from them.

He did not expect to hear a familiar voice, filled with uncertainty.

“Vergil…?”

Halting his steps once more, this time his silvery eyes lost their predatorial gaze as his heart jumped in his chest – even if for a slight second.

“Mother?”

His answer was but a whisper before he was swallowed by darkness.

*

When engaging with illusion demons, one should be aware of not falling into their element: when engulfed by it, those demons were more powerful than expected, able to subdue even the strongest of foes. Breaking from their control required mental and emotional discipline rather than brute force.

It was a slight second – a foolish slip from his human soul, disarmed by the trickery of Eva’s voice – and Vergil was surrounded by a sea of darkness and turmoil. His heart stirred with anger towards himself for being such a child, a vulnerable stupid child, tricked by a puppet of something his heart missed so much.

Eva was long dead. There was no demon able to bring her back. And he would never see her again. All that logic was tossed aside in a spark of a second by his stupid human heart, trembling upon hearing her speak his name again. Granted, Vergil only heard his mother in his dreams, barely remembering how her voice sounded in reality, and this time he heard outside himself – but he should have seen it coming. Illusion demons, trickster demons, cruel demons… They all relied on the barely closed scars inside his damned human soul.

Vergil could always count on them to re-open those wounds, making him bleed as much as he did on the floor of that cursed cemetery so many years ago – and he was a fool to fall for it after he had been through so much.

“Vergil… Can you hear me…?”

“I can, you damned deceiver. You can stop these theatrics – mimicking my dead mother will not affect me.” His voice cut through the dark like the sharpest of ice, his predatorial gaze back into his silver eyes.

“I… Don’t understand you, son. I cannot find you.” Her voice had a tinge of sorrow and desperation – but it was exactly like Eva’s voice. Vergil remembered it with a tinge of gold, probably a result of the haze of nostalgia, but today it was grounded and melancholic – perhaps, that was how Eva had always sounded… He just didn’t remember it. “I can’t find you. You aren’t home.”

“I haven’t been home for a long while.” Vergil didn’t even try to hide the growl that raised from his chest as he argued with that creature. He was used to having a puppet of his mother parading in front of him to hurt his human soul even more, but that was already getting on his nerves. Taunting him about the fact his mother ran to find him that fateful night wasn’t part of the usual games those filthy demons played – and to say they were honing his wrath was an understatement. “And I will never be back.”

“I… I cannot see you, Vergil. Where are you…? Why…?” He could hear the weeping in her voice, faint sobbing while the desperation made her words tremble. Vergil raised his head in the darkness, holding his own heart not to quiver: she wasn’t real and it was all a gimmick to affect him. He would not be affected. He was stronger than that. “Why couldn’t I save you? Those demons they… They hurt you, didn’t they? Oh, my child! My son! They hurt you and I could do nothing! I couldn’t be your mother!”

“Enough with this, filthy, hellish creature!” His voice finally exploded from his chest, roaring in the dark and echoing through the void, finding only silence. “You have no right to desecrate my mother’s memory like this! Shut your putrid mouth and stop with your rancid lies!”

The glint of the Yamato being unsheathed made the darkness recoil for a split second, only to envelop the Dark Slayer once more. His grip was tight, his eyes fiercely looking for his first opponent to direct a very well-placed judgement cut that could end all those creatures with just one swing of his hand. Vergil had enough and all the patience he carried in his being wouldn’t be enough to stop him from overkilling those demons – he just had to know where to direct his wrath.

“Don’t say those words, Vergil… You are not… Not like this.” Her voice still trembled, and his hand was still certain around Yamato. Vergil knew quite well at that state he was a weapon of mass destruction, he just had to find his opponent. His soul was screaming for him to do that, to put a stop to all that mockery. “You are good… You are my son.”

Vergil would have sliced that demon into a thousand million pieces without flinching, even if it took the form of his mother – but his eyes widened as a soft, warm hand touched his face. In all those years being taunted by demons, being tricked and mocked, seeing so many puppets of Eva, Sparda and Dante, none of them had touched him… And none of them genuinely felt like them.

It had been so many lost years he hadn’t felt his mother’s touch – last time, she could cup his entire face, thumb lovingly caressing his innocent eyebrows, but now her thumb could only reach his cheekbones. Nevertheless, it felt like her: not like a golden, nostalgic lost memory of how she felt, but exactly like Eva’s hands, even with the slight roughness of her continuous gardening.

“It took me so long to find you… I am so sorry.”

“You are not my mother.”

“Don’t say that.” Her answer was a sorrowful whisper, her thumb now carefully caressing his sharp cheekbone. Vergil closed his eyes, unable to move, convincing himself all of that wasn’t real and not allowing his heart to sway – forcing his arms to remain frozen by his side, fighting the urge to embrace her. Reminding himself: his mother was dead, killed while trying to save him, a long time ago, and nothing could bring her back. “Your heart hasn’t hardened as much as not to recognize me. You…” Her voice once more became soft, as if trying to do the same with his soul. “You are not a monster… You are my son, my Vergil.”

With those words, Eva’s hand was finally met with a tear – melting the ice from those silvery eyes.

*

There was an impending storm rumbling inside your chest.

Whenever that turmoil took ahold of your heart, you knew Vergil was in trouble. You had just finished checking your side of the cathedral, finding some things out of the ordinary but no demons, when the waves became aggressive in your chest. Your steps were already taking you to meet him, but you found yourself walking even hastier – the sound, though, eaten by the shadows that seemed to only grow around you.

Neither of you had calm seas of feelings: they usually raged like a maelstrom of emotions you could barely get through without some destruction – be it internal or external. But there was a certain note of melancholy and desperation in your heart at that moment that made you know Vergil was hurting – and that hurting, you knew quite well.

It was almost ironic how you apparently despised each other at the beginning, but after a while you came to understand; that aversion was there because you, in a certain way, were a mirror of each other. You could see in him the traits in your soul you disliked the most, and Vergil did see in you the same thing – those traits, however, were the same ones that brought you together, and made both you and Vergil feel seen and understood for the first time in your lives.

He didn’t judge your sins, as you didn’t judge his. To your eyes, he was never a monster, and to his, you could never be as crooked as you thought you were. You found each other in imperfection and, in that, you managed to talk and feel on the same level – after that, every feeling of admiration, care and love was easy to blossom.

You understood that storm, that thunder rumbling inside your chest at that very moment. You could feel it exactly the way he felt – and you knew Vergil needed help… Even if he would never say so himself.

You couldn’t hear or see him, though. You found yourself exactly at his area of patrol in the cathedral, but there was no clue as where your blue devil had gone – and for him to completely disappear, imposing presence and all, was quite an achievement in itself. The air was stiff, heavy as if the windows had never been opened, eating up any sound from the inside and the outside. The darkness was heavier than the one you had previously patrolled, shadows allowing only a few glimpses of the opulent decoration and the path in front of you – although, you couldn’t see more than a few meters beyond your feet.

If you couldn’t trust your sight or your hearing to find him, you could trust your heart: the storm would guide you. Closing your eyes, you allowed your feelings to take over, following with your footsteps in the direction you could hear his soul calling.

Those shadow creatures wouldn’t be able to hide him from you: no matter what happened or where you found yourselves, you would always be able to feel Vergil’s presence and find him in the darkest of hours.

And as the thunder in your chest cracked violently, your feet came to a halt and you opened your eyes.

Right in front of you, there was only darkness. Not like in the shadows that took the cathedral little by little, but pitch-black darkness, that no light could cast aside. To enter it would mean to be completely bare: vulnerable, lost, without guidance, naked – but the screaming in your soul made it very clear Vergil was in there.

Contrary to your lover, you were afraid of the dark. You always preferred to have a little light by your side, for you never knew what could be lurking alongside you, ready to pounce and drag you to certain suffering and death. You protected yourself by being forever vigilant, as you always did – a trait that exhausted you, yes, but luckily, in the last few years, you had Vergil around to keep a light by you when your body started giving out.

For that reason, you would never fear entering the darkness for him.

And with a deep breath, your bold steps took you inside the dark.

*

Your feet were cold, bare, stumbling over a sticky floor. Even if your eyes could see only darkness, you felt the freezing air of that night slicing your skin: you were shirtless and something was hurting… Oozing. The cold wind mixed with a faint warmness that leaked from the open wounds on your skin.

Blood. You were bleeding.

Your arms immediately wrapped around you – those scars, they were showing. They never showed before.

Running your hands quickly over your body, you could feel the warm blood slipping through your fingers; some wounds barely holding themselves closed while others still poured as in the day they were created.

That was the version of yourself you used to fiercely hide. None of those wounds were physical, none of them could be seen… But whenever you looked in the mirror, you saw them there, under your skin, under your soul, quietly resting until you couldn’t hide them anymore.

“You are lost…”

It was always the same voice, of something dark, something inside you that could break your soul if you didn’t shove it back into the darkness like you always did. That was why you were afraid; that was why Vergil always kept a faint glow by your side whenever you couldn’t hold yourself together. The dark was dangerous to you – to both of you.

“You are lost without me…”

“I can survive quite well without you…!” You growled to the darkness, keeping that part of yourself at bay. The part that gave in to the pain, that bathed in the blood and didn’t want to get up… And the part that would bathe and rise in rage, making you survive at great cost to those around you.

You were past that. And you didn’t need that to survive. You didn’t have to survive, you could live.

“Can’t you see that you’re lost…?”

“Vergil!” Your scream was a roar in the dark, looking for the one you plunged into the darkness to find. You wouldn’t give in to the trickery of those Piranhas – and you would get Vergil out of there.

They would learn they shouldn’t fear only the son of Sparda: they should also fear you.

“You think you can find him…?” After the mischievous ethereal voice questioned, you heard a giggle rippling around your feet as you stumbled on the sticky floor to find your lover. “You think you are that good? You think you aren’t a monster?”

You furrowed your brows, doing your best to ignore the voices. You knew it was that part inside of you that always taunted how broken you were, how imperfect your soul was. For the longest time you believed there was nothing good in you, nothing to save you from a life of loneliness, until you crossed paths with Vergil.

He was broken too – and he would never judge the things you did to survive your lethal wounds.

“Vergil! Can you hear me?! I’m here to find you!”

“How chivalrous, how heroic! What are you trying to accomplish?” The giggles pooled around your feet, threatening to drag you inside that pool of viscous darkness. “Trying to prove yourself? You’re never going to be perfect. You’re a black sheep, an outcast, remember? The likes of you aren’t heroes.”

“Oh, I’m no hero…” You growled back, fighting against the things trying to pull you back; fighting against the pain of the freezing cold and warmness of blood. “I’m a fucking fighter. You’re messing with the wrong kind of monster, fucking Hell Piranhas.”

“Piranhas…?” A faint whisper in the dark broke whatever control those things were trying to have over your body, starting at your feet. It was Vergil’s whisper – followed by a louder speaking tone. “Y/n! I can feel you, where are you?!”

“Trying to find you!” You screamed back, immediately dragging your feet towards Vergil. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel where he was – and there was nothing those demons could do against that.

The darkness seemed to shift for a couple of seconds. You couldn’t understand what was happening, but you saw a faint, ghostly pale glow in the dark – almost imperceptible, but your heart knew, you could finally see Vergil.

And, in return, he could see you. Moving his feet, Vergil dragged heavy shackles through the floor, screeching in a horrid, soul scratching sound as he willed his body to move towards you. You could hear him grunting with the effort, another set of chains being dragged as Vergil moved his arms – slowly, but surely, wearing all of his strength to get to you.

You felt the viscous ripples of the floor creeping up your legs, almost on your knees, doing their best to pull you away – back into the darkness, back to the taunting voices, to the doubt, the hurt, the self-loathing.

“Vergil! Let me hear your voice! You’re still there, right?!”

“Yes. I am always here.” His answer came with grunts of effort, barely above the noise of the chains screeching around him.

The darkness shifted again, and his form became even more visible, as yours did to him – followed by a scream that rumbled in his chest, Vergil managed to get even closer. That made something spark inside yourself, that thundering storm breaking in your soul cracking in a scream that broke the insidious tentacles holding you back and making you lunge forward.

Once again, the glow you diffused only to each other seemed to get stronger as the darkness wavered.

“Y/n…” He growled once more, the shackles screaming on the floor as he reached out to you.

“Vergil…!” You reached out in return, barely making out the form of his fingers in the dark.

As you were almost touching each other’s hands, the heavy, muffling darkness faltered once more. You could finally see one another, as you were in that godforsaken place.

Vergil was shirtless, his body covered in wounds – new and old – bleeding profusely. His silvery eyes were red, sunken in deep shadow, surrounded by a deep purple mist on his dry skin. You could see his bones under his pale skin covered in so many lacerations you wouldn’t even know where to start healing him. His knuckles were battered, showing the flesh underneath, as well as his wrists covered by heavy iron shackles – wounds from fighting against them for so long. His hands were still long and elegant, but bony and covered in bruises.

You had never seen Vergil so hurt, so broken, so… Vulnerable.

In return, his eyes took in shock the vision of you: as shirtless as him, as battered and wounded as he was. Even if not locked in the shackles he wore for so long in Hell, you walked barefoot leaving a trail of blood behind you. Those scars, those wounds, those bruises… He knew they were there, but he had never seen those. You looked weak and tired, bloodshot eyes under dry skin, as if you hadn’t slept in ages… And those things you fought so much to conceal, now crystal clear in front of him.

Those were the scars you carried inside yourselves. The wounds you had to fight against every day – that you had to try to heal, even if sometimes it seemed impossible. The things you would never show, but, somehow, you managed to sense it in each other… Now you could see it, clear as a bright night.

And, even if you wouldn’t admit to yourselves, those were the very same breaking thunders that would keep you moving – fiercely fighting, fiercely surviving.

As you took in each other’s internal selves, Vergil’s silvery eyes finally found yours.

A loud thundering noise shook the floor underneath your feet twice, as your hearts rumbled alongside the devastating sound. You lunged forward, holding Vergil’s hand as if your life depended on it. Never breaking your eye contact, Vergil held your hand with the strength you would expect of the legendary Dark Slayer. You made each other stronger, and there was nothing that could come between you now.

His shackles immediately screeched back, pulling Vergil violently away from you. At the same time, you were grabbed by the viscous darkness – your knees, your legs, your abdomen, your arms. It pulled you back with vicious strength, doing its best to drag you away from him – back into the darkness.

“Don’t let me go!” You screamed back, tightening your grip around his bony hand.

“I will never let go!” He growled, doing the same, trying to drag his body forward – failing to notice you willed yourself towards him as he pulled you into his arms. Those silvery eyes never moved away from yours.

“You are lost…! Lost…!”

The voices chanted and screeched around you, doing their best to drag you apart. For a moment, your hand slipped and you let out a desperate scream, hurting your lungs as you were almost pulled back into the void. Vergil’s cry resembled a roar as he willed his body to move and tightened his grip in a way he didn’t hold even Yamato.

He hadn’t held his brother’s hand once. This time he wouldn’t make the same mistake. This time, he would hold you even if that damned the both of you to the darkest pits of Hell.

“Can’t you see…? Can’t you see that…?”

“I am lost…!” You barked back to the voices, still staring into Vergil’s eyes, trying to catch your breath while your lungs stung as if you were inhaling a thousand knives.

As Vergil looked into your eyes, though, he knew exactly what you were going to say – and he could safely say it was the very same thing he struggled to find the words to.

“Without you.” His answer came in a dark tone, ragged from the effort he too made to be able to hold your hand.

The thunder rumbled twice again – the voices shrieked and you suddenly found yourselves being launched into each other’s arms as the forces that bind you broke into a million pieces.

Vergil’s arms wrapped around you, one of his hands holding your head close to his chest, as you wrapped yours around his waist, keeping him as close as you could. His head rested on top of yours, and you kept your eyes closed – washing away the blood above his heart with the tears that streamed down your face.

“Don’t ever hide from me.” Vergil’s voice was uncharacteristically shaky, somber but reassuring. You had never been so vulnerable in front of him – and even upon seeing you like that, his reaction was to take you in his arms, to welcome you. “I’m not afraid of the dark.”

“And I’m not afraid of your darkness.” You tightened your arms around his cold, bony body as you felt tears running through your hair. “I can see beyond your glimmer, and I’m not afraid of what’s in the dark.” Your voice shook as you took a deep breath and Vergil’s arms held you even closer – his body shaking with the tears falling from his eyes. “It’s you. And I’m never afraid of you.”

“Neither am I of you.”

His answer was but a whisper – a whisper enough to break the darkness into a memory to be kept away in the deepest pits of Hell.

I can feel the thunder that’s breaking in your heart I can see through the scars inside you

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“You killed the Piranhas from Hell with the power of love?”

Vergil wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear. Or die. Or both.

Probably both.

The whole crew was there as you and Vergil never came back from the job as quickly as expected – and when you did, it looked like you hadn’t slept in days.

The priest was more than happy with the result of your work – even though you never discovered why the Weavers decided to come out of hiding nor what they wanted. The congregation was just happy they were gone and the whole reason behind it would be a long-term thing for the Devil May Cry to work on – or to keep an eye on; maybe something bigger was approaching.

You and Vergil didn’t feel like going back to the shop, though. When you were hurt physically, things were very much ok to deal with, but when the wounds were emotional… You needed time for yourselves.

Unlike his brother, Vergil was a little more responsible with his money – and you, a lot more than the two. You managed to find somewhere to spend a few nights… Which involved the both of you talking out everything you felt and saw. It was harrowing at first, something neither of you were versed in and honestly were terrified of, but it eventually brought you even closer together.

So, to say you had defeated the Lie Weavers with the power of love was something that killed Vergil inside.

And you could almost see his internal self, glaring at you with a ‘really, after all of this you say this kind of foolishness’ look in his sad, silvery eyes, as Lady stared at both of you and made the question everyone was thinking.

“Yep. Power of love, it’s a curious thing.” You shrugged, making Vergil physically groan by your side while Dante slapped his table with a huge grin on his face.

“Make a one man weep, make another man sing! Hell yeah, Back To The Future, babe!” He winked back at you as you smiled in response.

“Of all the people you could end up dating, Vergil…” Trish sat on Dante’s desk, crossing her long legs while sporting a devilish smile on her rosy lips. It was interesting how her voice could never really sound like Eva’s. “It had to be someone who references the same songs as your brother.”

“Alas, fate plays many games…” Vergil rolled his eyes, but as they rested on you, there was a vulnerability you saw only once in that pitch black darkness. “But it is kind enough to give us what we need.”

No one ever really understood what he meant, but Dante was the only one who managed to see something inside his brother’s silvery eyes that could only reflect in yours – and that made him genuinely smile.

Indeed, you would never be the romance of a fairy tale book or a romantic comedy – but you could see what lied beyond each other’s scars; taking a glimpse at the worst of each other without fear and finding whatever light was left inside. You could understand – and that was much more than most lovers in the world would ever have.

[redr0sewrites]

Hihi! You are amazing! I’m obsessed with your DC work! What do you think the batfams favorite date activity is with they partner

🥀A/n: AAA TYY! i love this request sm- sorry it took me a hot minute to reply i am still fighting off writers block (but im winning)

🥀Cw: fluff, reader is gn, little suggestive in Bruce's part

Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader, Tim Drake x reader

Dick Grayson:

Dick is a somewhat social person, and i feel like he would enjoy dates that allow him to show you off. definitely prefers to go out rather than stay home!

i also think he's a little adventurous, so he's the type to enjoy theme park dates or something along those lines. loves when you're excited and just wants to make you happy

he really likes enjoying thrills with you, so he definitely wants to take you on a roller coaster at least once. he's definitely teasing you a bit if you get scared, but he thinks it's adorable if you cling to him

i also think Dick would enjoy shopping dates or just going to the mall because, again, they are very social and give him the opportunity to spoil you! he loves walking around with you, holding hands and swinging his arm and pointing out interesting things. definitely an avid window shopper, but will buy you anything you want. he also loves flirting with you in public, so expect more than a few kisses

roller skating or ice skating dates!!!! this is just a personal hc but i think Dick is like SO good at skating its uncanny. he would love to take you skating, its just so silly in his eyes and he loves being close to you.

if you (like myself) are not a talented skater, he offers to teach you but ends up teasing you a little and pulls you into the center of the rink just to mess with you. definitely challenges you to a race only to laugh at you if you fall (he helps you up tho and then genuinely teaches you)

if you are a talented skater, Dick loves trying to go as fast as you both possibly can. he's pulling you alongside him and twirling into the center of the rink as though you both are professionals, and kisses you with the most main-character energy ever

if you're ice skating and you get cold, he is absolutely offering you his jacket. he thinks it's adorable when you're cheeks get all rosy from the cold

i also think Dick is a bit of a hopeless romantic, and would want to take you out to a very cliche and aesthetic dinner. he's taking you to the best of the best, he loves dressing up just for you and spoiling you with the best food. he would meet you at your door with an entire bouquet of your favorite flowers, a cheery smile on his face in a gorgeous suit and tie. he'd definitely convince beg Bruce to let him borrow one of his cars, so Dick is driving you to dinner in the fanciest vehicle you've ever laid eyes on. once you both arrive at the restaurant, Dick REFUSES to let you do anything for yourself. he's suddenly your knight in shining armor, opening every door for you and pulling out your chair for you to sit. he's rented out the entire rooftop of the restaurant, treating you to a beautiful candlelight dinner under the stars. he's genuinely so cheesy, but in the absolute sweetest way.

Jason Todd:

Jason is a bit more introverted than Dick and would prefer to stay home a bit more. he prefers dates that don't require a lot of energy, and he just gets to spend time with you

reading dates! definitely takes you to a library or a bookstore and reads with you all day. he'll pick out a book he thinks you'll like and vice versa, and then you both spend the rest of the day cuddled up in some nook reading together.

Jason loves talking to you about books and would read anything you recommend him. a lot of the time during these dates you both will end up reading the same book, with you curled up on his lap. he always checks to make sure you're ready before turning the page, and loves getting to hold you close.

similiar to this, i also think Jason would enjoy reading to you. he loves curling up with you in bed, and reading to you while you lay on top of his chest

cafe dates are definitely another favorite of his. Jason likes getting to sit with you over a cup of coffee and just talk about any and everything. you are truly his favorite person to be around, and even when it's mundane he still enjoys your company

this may be mundane, but grocery shopping with you is unironically one of his favorite dates. Jason loves helping you with domestic chores, and he loves how you take his opinions into consideration as well. its just a simple reminder that you both are a team, and you make even simple tasks worth living. Jason loves it even more if you both live together, and will occasionally smeak your favorite foods into the cart because he knows you won't indulge yourself otherwise

park dates, but only when it's not too crowded. i also see him as a fan of taking nature walks or hiking with you, just holding your hand and enjoying the scenery. loves sitting at the park with your head in his lap, listening to you ramble on and on while he admires you. would definitely pick flowers to make you a little bouquet!

gym dates, but not in a douchey gym bro way, moreso in a let's enjoy eachothers company type of way. he would never push you to workout or exercise, but he does enjoy spending time with you. he's happy to spot you in any of your workouts, and his presence definitely keeps creeps away!

finally, his last ideal date would be a picnic under the stars. whether this be at the park or on a rooftop, he loves staying up late with you and enjoying the view. after a particularly rough patrol, Jason loves just sitting with you under the stars and talking to you about any and everything on his mind. you truly are his comfort zone, and he likes his dates to express that

Bruce Wayne:

Bruce is definitely very classy, and enjoys bringing you to various gala's and parties. he loves when you dress fancy, and getting to show you off to all the fellow business people at these gatherings is certainly a bonus.

along with this, Bruce loves spoiling you. i think he's the type to take you out shopping to fancy stores you could never imagine yourself entering otherwise, buying you hundres of dollars worth of gorgeous formal wear, jewelry, and shoes. i also think he'd take you lingerie shopping, and would fund anything you wanted to buy- as long as you showed it to him... he's definitely watching you have a little fashion show in the dressing room

loves taking you to high end restaurants, elegant and classy through and through. dressed to the nines and in his nicest cologne, he always courts you like a gentleman. he doesn't care about the public eye at all, and a photo of billionaire playboy Brucie Wayne and his partner kissing in Gotham's most famous restaurant is definitely making its way into the papers.

Bruce would definitely take you to a winery or a wine tasting festival as a date. (i've personally never been, but he absolutely gives off these vibes). he'll buy you the fanciest, most expensive red wine at the venue and, while he stays sober to drive, he definitely shared a glass with you once your both home

for a more lowkey date, Bruce would definitely love to take you to the beach. just a soothing afternoon on a private island with crystal clear waters and the sun in the sky. i headcanon that he's the type to burn very easily in the sun so he'd definitely appreciate if you applied his sunscreen for him. definitely carries you into the ocean and throws you in- only to jump in after you. while he doesn't get to relax very often, he definitely enjoys the quality time spent with you.

Bruce would love to take you to theatre performances or shows of the similar variety! whether it's a famous ballet or a musical performance, there's something so lovely and romantic about him taking you to go see whatever your heart desires. he always gets great tickets too, with the best view.

Bruce overworks a lot, and i feel like there are times when he's practically glued to the batcomputer, unable to pull away from his work. during these times its best to distract him eith a selfcare date, which, while simple, is heavily appreciated by him. doing facemasks together and giving him a massage is the perfect opportunity for him to unwind, and he appreciates you endlessly for guiding him to rest.

movie nights!!!! wayne manor doesn't have a movie theatre for nothing. Bruce very rarely gets a night off, but when he does he spends it curled up with you watching your favorite films. theres something so domestic about it, and he finds it adorable when you fall asleep on him

all in all, i feel like Bruce would enjoy a wide variety of dates. a lot of his preferred dates would probably just be whatever you want to do, and he's very flexible when it comes to your schedule. he cares about you a lot, and your input is important.

Tim Drake:

arcade dates- i said what i said. its my own personal headcanon that Tim is like insanely skilled at any type of video game or puzzle, so arcades are a very fitting date for you both. Tim loves getting to win you prizes and show off his skills. he is insanely strategical about anything, even something as simple as the claw machine, and somehow he always wins. you swear he's blessed by the arcade gods or something but, hey, you aren't complaining, not when you're carrying at least 6 plushies he's won for you!

sleepovers, except neither of you are doing much sleeping. Tim is a horrible workaholic and insomniac, but having you nearby helps to ease his mind. he loves just cuddling you while he works, soothing his stress and eventually helping him doze off. loves falling asleep on your chest or being the little spoon, theres something so cozy about being taken care of that just eases him right to sleep.

aquarium dates! he loooves going to the aquarium with you and looking at all of the unique fish and marine life. takes a lot of candid photos of you admiring the fish, and listens to you ramble about all of your marine knowledge (if u didn't have a marine biology hyperfixation as a kid are you even real? /j). he thinks its endearing how excited you get, and certainly enjoys watching the animals. i think his favorites would be the octopus exhibit or the penguin exhibit, but don't ask me why. i also think he's a huge fan of botanical garden dates or just gardens in general.

study dates! Tim isn't a natural at studying (same tbh) so he's a bit unsure about the idea of studying alongside you, but grows to love it. he would help you make flashcards or practice, and in return you help him with cases and red robin related work.

coffee shop or caffe dates! unlike Bruce, Tim cares a bit more about the press and his image so he would probably choose a more private area to dine with you. he loves getting brunch with you when taking a break from work, and seperating himself from the stressors of the day. it makes him feel almost civilian, and he loves getting to spend time with you

definitely takes you to all of Wayne Enterprises galas and events. he used to hate them, but now that you're by his side he begins to enjoy them just a bit more. getting to see you all dressed up is certainly a bonus, and he feels pride in knowing that your his and he's yours. brags about you endlessly to lots of other business people and fucking LOVES matching outfits with you. you cannot tell me this man would not match his tie to your outfit. he loves it.

another one whos a fan of movie marathons, and will try to pull an all nighter with you. you both always try to compete to see who can stay up the longest, but he wins most of the time. Tim is also absolutely eating like all of the snacks, and loves stealing your food. he's a (lovable) little shit

art show or museum dates- Tim adores these type of dates. there's something both so romantic and so casual about admiring the beautiful artwork with you by his side, and he loves discussing your favorite pieces. he takes a lot of photographs and just loves looking at all of the exhibits. if theres any romance paintings he kisses you in fromt of them and blushes like crazy. he's a romantic at heart.

overall, dates with Tim aren't very high energy, but they're very romance oriented. he's very expressive about his love for you and wants you to know his feelings are genuine

AA HOPE U ENJOYED! this took way too long and got a lot longer than expected tbh- i love them all so much aaaaaa- PLEEEASE SEND IN SOME DC REQUESTS ESP (but not limited to) FOR TIM I LITERALLY HAVE NONE 😭

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SIMP! bnd x CRUSH! reader GENRE ! pining, fluff, angst if u squint TW ! none (lmk if there is any) NOW PLAYING ! . . . . magnetic by ill-it WC ! 7O2

𖠗 𝐣aehyun — shy cute flirt !

insert butter-myung. once he lays eyes on you he's a goner like he's so dramatic about it, panting and clutching his chest hard "guys i think im going to die if i don't wife her up". is pretty delusional too yk. will outwardly flirt with and then get so shy smh. very cheesy pick-up lines that most of the time fail to flutter your heart but does give you a good laugh tho lol (his biggest accomplishment). expect lots of attention and acts of service ^^

𖠗 𝐫iwoo — calm (going insane inside) sweet guy !

tries to be very calm with you, his hand will always be balled in a tight fist and tries to hide the teeth gritting with a nonchalant smile (but the red ear says all lmao). very rational yet funny, constantly pulling jokes that actually make you laugh yet still being respectful. shares his food with you specially donuts!! takes you to caffé dates "hey, there's this new pretzel shop wanna check it out together??" if you say something about dieting he would immediately encourage and lecture you about how important it is eat alot. will try to feed you too >_< !

𖠗 𝐬ungho — nervous yet reliable big guy !

the first time he saw you he was literally going through a massive panic attack, he literally thought he saw an angel lord! tries hard not to stutter or get nervous around you cue the clammy heads lol. but he still tries to collect his composure together and tries to be more reliable. will tie your undone shoelaces, make sure you ate or drank, always making sure you’re not upset. bro will take you’re side and clap back on behalf of you (sass king). will let you rest your head on his broad shoulder if you fell asleep and he so happens to be sitting beside you chill.

𖠗 𝐭aesan — shy introverted observer !

he's very introverted and often struggles to express his feelings. so he will always just admire you from afar, eyes never leaving you. you're his only muse. he notices all the little details about you and your reaction and expressions to certain things. like the way your hair sways, looking soft, they way you get excited with your friends or the way his heart literally explodes when you laugh or smile. if you end up catching him looking at you he would become shy mess, hiding his face and all. you’ll have to strike the convo first tho cuz he's too shy. loves making playlists dedicated to you oh! he has 100+ songs written for you on his soundcloud (shh).

𖠗 𝐥eehan — confident and shameless flirt !

you thought he was a quite and introverted pretty boy but boy were you so wrong. he's way more extreme in cases of flirting than jaehyun. the fact that he knows that he's drop dead gorgeous makes it even more intense. he will say the most cringiest, cheesiest pick up lines with the signature poker face and an eventual smirk (cue the girls screaming) and expect you to swoon (but you don't) and bro's downbad. veryyy delusional like he will announce to the entire school you two are married (you’re not??). you become the only one he yaps about his fishes and weird obsessions too. will hysterically start crying if you tell him to eat more "OMG YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT ME LET'S GET MARRIED!!!" "leehan js eat!"

𖠗 𝐰oonhak — cool guy to loser lover !

he would try to put on a cool guy frat boy image infront of you but it was a big silly FAIL! that one time when you smiled back at his corny "hey, beautiful" he passed away infront of the whole class BYE. he thought he had no game but when you aided for him he realised maybe being a loser for you wouldn’t be so bad actually! "hey cuties this one's for you" and then completely misses the ball smh. takes you out to arcade dates and parks to play (you win most of the time). but nevertheless he's a fun guy to be with (pls let him win time to time :D)

[ 🦢] : last post before semi hiatus (again exams sigh)

[railingsofsorrow]

hiiiiii!!!! i saw your requests were open and i’m so excited i love your writing so much!! i was wondering if you would be willing to do a coffee shop au of spencer x barista!reader? i feel like it would be very fluffy :) <3

a healthy caffeine addiction

[spencer reid x reader]

summary: spencer finds a new coffee shop near work and he may be going there not just for the coffee...

pairing: s.reid x gn!barista!reader

w.c: 3K

warnings/content: a lot of flirting; mentions of case related stuff but you blink and you miss it; fluff fluff!! (you asked for it); swearing.

A/N: hi! I used gender neutral pronouns because you didn't specify so I thought it would fit best. the coffee shop is called “enchanted brewing” just do you don't get confused. one more thing! I mixed two of his best eras, glasses + long hair just because I was feeling a little silly. thank you for the request <3

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“Oh, look, it's boy genius again.” You muse upon seeing a certain long-haired FBI agent next on the line. He's wearing a purple tie today which checks out your theory that it's his favorite color because he's always wearing something purple. It would be funny if it was an unconscious choice. “What's your order today, Dr. Reid? Maybe some coffee with your sugar?” You ask as if you hadn't seen him earlier in the day and had repeated the same thing.

You've met Spencer Reid when he walked in one day as the coffee shop you work in was still closed. He hadn't seen the closed sign. After spending five minutes straight apologizing, you delivered him his coffee order promising he wasn't bothering you. Especially if he was a cute guy with glasses. But you didn't say that last thing out loud, of course.

He's been coming to Enchanted Brewing for two weeks now. You have his order memorized from each early morning that he strides in through the entrance, his satchel hanging from his right shoulder as his bright honey-brown eyes scan through the menu on the wall. He always did that in spite of ordering the same thing from the first day.

Your timeline is slightly offbeat today. Your favorite costumer usually comes in on his way to work, once a day. Except that today he showed up twice. You're not complaining, you're currently trying to hide how happy you are that he appeared right on time for your lunch break.

“I want something different,” he says, adjusting his glasses as he looks at you with a timid smile. “Surprise me?”

“Oh.” You quickly recovered — did you? — from the spell he had you in and moved to prepare his drink. “I'll definitely surprise you, boy genius.” You already had one in mind. Your boss shots you a glare from the other side of the counter where he's delivering an order for a regular. He had reminded you of your lunch break an hour ago but you ended up attending clients and time passed by. You mouthed that it was your last one before lunch and he rolled his eyes with a knowing smile.

You take Spencer to a table outside. The day was good enough to not worry about a storm interrupting your afternoon coffee. Not yet, at least.

“So.” You utter after taking a bite of your sandwich. Spencer is sipping on the surprise he asked for and you are no profiler but your guess is that he liked it. “Aproved?”

“One hundred percent approved. What is this?” He makes a sound of satisfaction as he drinks it again. A smug grin reaches your face. “It's so good.”

You hum, “It is. From how much you like your sweets, I thought you'd like this one. Though, it barely tastes like coffee.”

Spencer silently agrees with you. “What's it called? I can taste caramel.”

“It's a caramel macchiato,” you reply, sipping your watermelon juice. “Caramel is all you can taste, boy genius.” You laugh at the way his cheeks turn pink at your nickname. Ever since he told you about his PhD's and his age. “To what do I own the pleasure of seeing you twice in a day?”

He takes his time putting the cup on the table, fingertips grazing the sides in half circles. When he meet your gaze, you were already staring, but you have the decency to look away, feeling your cheeks heat up. Thank god you were done eating or else you'd be blushing and attempting to swallow your food. Not a good view.

“Um, I... I didn't have a case today and I finished paperwork early so I thought I'd come, um.” He stammers, straightening his posture and exhaling. The middle of his forehead creased a bit and you find it incredibly endearing seeing him trying to figure out the words.

“...you were craving caffeine so you came to the best place near your work?” you complete his sentence with a playfully smirk dancing across your lips.

“Yes!” Spencer exclaims, clearing his throat realising his voice had failed. He offers you a sheepish smile, to which you respond with a grin of your own. “Yes, and... well.”

“It's okay,” you tap your fingers against the hard wood. “You can admit that I make the best coffee.” The convinced stance you had made him chuckle, eyes traveling over your frame discreetly. He could only hope he was being discreet.

“I wanted to see you.” He admits. “And for the coffee, of course.”

Sometimes you had the impression that he did know the effect he had on you, either that or he just didn't want to see it.

“Of course.” You nod as if it was obvious. “Sure.” He wanted to see me? Me?

He pulls his glasses up again, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. He was about to say something when he jumped on his seat, groaning as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

“I have to go,” he says, disappointment lacing through his tone. You brush off his apologetic expression.

“That's completely understandable. Duty calls.” Both of you stand up. You still had half an hour left of your lunch, you guess you would have to resort to play your mobile game instead of flirting with a handsome FBI agent. “I'll see you tomorrow?”

“Hopefully,” Spencer picks up his work bag and the coffee cup you thought he had already finished. The corners of his lips raise a bit when he catches the boy genius written in a messy handwriting on the cup. “It's not a local case...”

“Oh,” you try to hide your lack of joy. “Alright. Be careful then.” Spencer nods, giving you a tight-lipped smile. “And don't betray me for another barista, boy genius.” That got you one of his short laughs that made his eyes crinkle in the edges.

“Never.”

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Spencer was back three days later. The case was a hard one, one of those were the unsub decided to not make their lives easier and kept moving across state lines to hide. He was keeping a victim hostage in the trunk of his car and thankfully, they were able to save her in time. Everybody was granted a day-off to get some rest.

It's not like Spencer was married to his work, in fact, he could enjoy a little alone time in the comfort of his home with a book and some coffee to accompany his quiet reading.

But that's the problem.

Routines are hard to create and they are hard to let go of. Ever heard the saying “old habits die hard”?

Ivan Pavlov researched about classical conditioning. According to him, you have a stimulus and a response in a given situation. It is likely that you'll keep repeating an action if it proves to be beneficial to you. If you like doing it, you'll barely notice it became an habit.

He's been visiting your coffee shop almost every day for the past weeks and that is an habit he's gotten quite comfortable with.

Therefore, in order to not disturb his routine that is very very important to him — honestly? Spencer can't handle changes — he drives down to Enchanted Brewing. The soft jingle of the bell alerted of his entrance.

Spencer gets in line. There's seven people in front of him, maybe because it's lunch hour and all of them are rushing to get their orders. Spencer waits. He still hasn't heard any flirting remarks or winks sent his way and he's not sure if you are not behind the counter today or if his lenses are just really blurried that he can't see your pretty face.

“Afternoon, sir. What would you like to order today?”

You are definitely not behind the counter and he's slightly confused before listing off his order. The clerk notes it down, then he stops midway, studying Spencer with narrowed eyes.

“You're boy genius?”

Spencer blinks, startled. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish and really, what is that question? How is he even supposed to answer that? You call him that, so is that a yes? Is he supposed to say yes—

“Sorry,” the guy says, shaking his head with a laugh, “they told me about you.”

“Oh.” Spencer doesn't know what to say, thankfully, he doesn't have to because he carries on.

“You two have kind of a system going on, right?”

“A- a system?”

The clerk's polite smile widened into a smirk. “Well, yes.” He says slowly. “You order the same thing and they make you an entire difference drink, isn't that it? They explained it and that's how I got it.”

“Uh, yes. I think so. But you don't have to—”

Your coworker waves him off, “I was just making sure you were the guy, really. They left a special order for you in case you appeared while they were still sick.” Spencer's concern is visible through his face. “Sore throat, I asked them to stay at home this week. You know, they don't care about day-offs so I forced it upon them to have it either way since they're sick. Really stubborn, that one. I'm Tim, by the way."

“Spencer.” He gave a little wave while introducing himself and was quick to add. “Are they okay?”

Tim turned to look at him in the middle of the beverage making. He nodded. “Yes, they'll be back in a day or two. Nothing serious.”

Spencer lets out a sigh in relief, leaning against the counter to wait for this order to be ready. He hopes you get better soon and that you were taking proper care of yourself. If he knew, he would have brought some jell-o and mint tea, they are great remedies to soothe a sore throat. After he paid for his surprise drink, he sat down on a table outside, there wasn't a lot of people and he enjoyed his alone time while mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

Maybe if he had gotten your number, he could ask how you were. But he didn't because Spencer doesn't think. He doesn't have game as Derek says, whatever that means. It's not his fault that he can't think straight around pretty people, is it? He can't help it!

He left the café that day with another great drink to add to his list and his mind set on one thing: he's going to ask for your phone number next time he sees you.

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Every person in the whole freaking world decided to appear at Enchanted Brewing today. Nothing wrong with people. You love people, really!

But your back is aching and your hand is cramping from how much you used the hand mixer. God, you needed to lay down for a month and wake up maybe never.

A costumer just left and you finally turn the sign to closed. Thank god. You're finishing cleaning up the tables when you notice the silence. Being around people all day long can be a little exhausting, especially if you have to yell a name in order for someone to pick their order. Your recently recovered sore throat does not appreciate that.

You're alone tonight. Tim left early to run some errands and you're in charge of closing. You don't mind, it's actually peaceful to close the shop and make your way home. You don't live far and the streets aren't too busy nor totally empty.

Boy genius didn't show up again.

You know his job is demanding, he's occupied being a hero and using his brain to solve difficult cases and catch bad guys. You feel bad complaining about your work, knowing what he does. He must get exhausted daily.

You miss him. And it's weird, you're not one to get attached easily. To be able to call Tim your friend took about half a year, you just don't trust people fast. Spencer just feels different. He makes you feel comfortable, despite not having the experience of hanging out with him outside of your work, he's that kind of person that has a safe ambience all over him. You could be wrong, you're aware of that, you don't really know the guy. He's a regular, he loves your surprise coffees, he's got a cute smile and an awkwardness that is endearing. You don't know more than that, but you'd really like to.

After placing your uniform in your assigned locker, you check one more time to see if everything is in place before leaving.

The doorbell scares the shit out of you and you grab the first thing you see to defend yourself, which is your phone.

It's closed. You turned the sign. The lights are off. Who the fuck is entering a coffee shop when all of the lights are off?!

“Uh, what... Why are you threatening to throw your phone at me?”

And there it is, the man you cannot stop thinking about materialising in front of you. Not a burglar.

Your shoulders slump in relief and you lower your phone back to the counter. “Fuck, genius. Don't do that. Why do you always ignore the closed sign?”

“Sorry,” he responded, bashfully, realising how the situation came out. “I saw you were inside and I just came in, didn't thought it through.”

“Mm. You scared the shit out of me.” A soft smile formed on your lips and it soon became a wide grin. “God, you're so...”

“Annoying?” he offers, grimacing as he buries his hand on his overcoat. Both his cheeks and the tip of his nose are pink, reminding you of how cold it is outside. “Sorry, I'll just— I'll leave you be.” The regret on his features is what puts you out of your dazed stare.

You sprint over to the door, blocking his exit. “I didn't say that.” You let out with bated breath. He halts right in front of you, big doe eyes staring down at you in surprise and you're beaming at him again. “You could never be annoying, boy genius. I was about to say amazing, actually.”

Morgan and Penelope are two people that keep making his life miserable by the amount of nicknames they make up for him. But this one? This one he doesn't complain at all. Boy genius. You could call him that every day and he would never dare be annoyed by it. The reason is because he loves your voice — which he realised it's a bit hoarse right now — but that's besides the point.

That is a nickname he missed dearly.

Were they about to call me amazing?

“I have a confession to make.” Emily is one hundred percent right when she said his IQ is slashed to 60 while around pretty people, because now that he's seen you he can't seem to remember what he came here for. “I betrayed you.”

You raise a brow, surveying him with amusement. “Oh?”

“Yes. I, I ordered a caramel macchiato on a cafeteria in Fairbanks.” He elaborated, lifting his hand to brush his hair behind his ear. You wanted to find out if it was as soft as it looked. “It wasn't good. I don't know, it wasn't the way you made so I didn't— I didn't though it was good.”

Your chest swells for a reason you're not sure.

“What I'm trying to say is that... Your coffee is better. No. It's not actually that—”

“Breathe. You're turning red like a tomato.”

That made him impossibly redder. He pushed his glasses up his nose, swallowing hard.

“Spencer,” you say, dropping your flirty facade in fear of him combusting in front of you. You nudge your finger against his hand, timidly. “I won't bite. You can talk to me.”

“Okay.” He croaks out, playing with your fingertips. And without looking directly at you, he lets out a sigh to muster some courage and says, “I like you.” He manages to say, pretending as if the way you said his name didn't affect him that much. You're smiling at him and suddenly he's fourteen again with butterflies in his stomach because his first crush just greeted him in class.

“I like you too,” you confess in a whisper. You're too close yet so far.

Spencer shakes his head, lifting his gaze to yours since he was staring at your hands. “Not like that. Not in a I like-your-coffee-and-your-flirting kind of way.”

You fear you're misunderstanding him and you don't want to make a fool out of yourself, so you remain quiet, getting lost in the twinkle in his brown eyes provided by the street lamp outside.

“I like you in a... I-want-to-spend-more-time-with-you way.” Finally, he says it. Could he have explained it better? Yes. Is he able to do it? Not with you looking at him like that. “I-Mm, I mean, I love your company and spending time here but I would like to take you on a date.” You were supposed to ask for her number first! What are you doing, you idiot?! “If you want to, of course.”

You can't hold back the giant grin taking over your features. “Boy genius,” you drawl out, doing what you've been fantasizing from the first moment you've seen him: touch his hair. You pull a stubborn strand behind his ear and from the way he almost flutters his eyes shut and leans into your touch, you assume he likes it. “When I said that I liked you, I didn't mean as a favourite-cute-costumer-of-the-month kind of way. But in an I-think-he's-cute way.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You laugh. “Spencer, I would love to go on a date with you. Preferably, somewhere where we don't drink coffee.”

The crinkles around his eyes show up as he chuckles, nodding. “Okay, yeah, we can definitely do that.”

“Cool.” And you can't stop smiling like an idiot.

Spencer not only got the number but a date with the cute barista. He'd say that's very cool.

[jmscornerlibrary]

Snape's Retirement Headcanon:

In an alternate reality, in which Snape survives Nagini and is pardoned by the higher powers or whatnot, both Minerva McGonagall and he come to a decision: as soon as the aftermath of the war is over, they are going to retire.

And they do retire. Minerva manages to find two matching bungalows somewhere in a village and after a lot of snapping and arguing Snape agrees to move into the one meant for him. They visit one another every day, read to one another, go on walks dressed exactly as they normally would be in Hogwarts and become somewhat of a mysterious attraction for the locals.

The village children don't like Snape at first - he's always grumpy/scowling, hardly laughs, and he looks pretty ominous in his black clothes which he wears even during the summer. Minerva is slightly more welcoming: she invites the children for biscuits and tea and they after a week or two they all call her Granny Minnie and are fascinated by all the things she has in her house and how amazing the sweets she has are.

After Snape catches a cold or something irritable like that, and the children arrive at Minerva's for their usual visit and after they get scolded for having muddy knees and hands (which they wash), Minerva gets up using her walking cane, gestures with it and says:

"Come on, children, we're all going to pay Mr Snape a visit to see how he is!"

And Snape gets absolutely swamped by these loud and hyper village children (including little girls of six with frilly bows in their hair which fetch their plush toys and dolls and place them all on his bed and rowdy boys trying their best to be helpful whilst fetching things and knocking furniture over) who all offer him tea and show him their treasures and babble nonsense while he vaguely resembles the 'A Bug's Life' ladybird. He's obviously really irritated but cannot for the life of him bring himself to chase them away since they obviously mean well. During all of this, Minerva basks in the image and almost gets a stitch from laughing and... well. After some time, they end up adopting all these village kids, deemed a mad uncle and auntie, get invited by their parents for tea and get interested in the small village community state of affairs (though Snape obviously pretends he couldn't care less, which is a big fat lie).

Minerva often says things like:

"Wow, Franny has grown so tall and quite a proper young lady! We'll have to use a warding charm so that she doesn't get into trouble when the admirers start pouring."

"Don't worry, Dylan, you'll look as good in braces as you did without them, like I have told you before... What? Your teeth magically straightened overnight? Merlin's beard, what a surprise! [hides wand] I cannot imagine how that possibly could have happened."

And Snape:

"You say Antoinetta has a boyfriend, now? Tsh. I remember when she was six and could hardly tie her laces... a tidy, neat creature, that has to be admited. Though she had a gift for breaking all of my porcelain... What? He left her for another girl? She was in floods of tears? [drawing wand] Oh, no, no, don't be silly Minerva, I'm just going to repair the sink. It broke recently... [under his breath] And it won't be the only thing that's broken when I'm through with that wretch."

and:

"No, for the final time, Minerva, I don't give a damn whether Brandon wants a cat or an even an ostritch for his birthday. Honestly. [scoffs and adds 'cat for Brandon' to shopping list] Who do you take me for, a fairy godmother?"

And for them, life is good, and they do live happily ever after.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ SKZ + What they love on you (fashion) ‗ ❍

Pairings : OT8 x reader

Genre/warnings : skz simp agenda. Fluff, lots of compliments and sweet boys. no smut but it's definitely suggestive (18+), boobs and ass are mentioned and reader is female presenting

Summary : Which items of clothing (or related things) I think would drive the boys insane when you're wearing them

Word count : 1.8k

A/n : None <3

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Chan ‗ ❍

- This man would adore you regardless. He's one of those guys who would find it 10x times more sexy or romantic seeing you just being yourself in an intimate setting, like a house, some sort of trip, going grocery shopping and so on. Plus 10+ points if you happen to be wearing something of his.

- Yeah, wear one of his hoodies or shirts and he's already GONE. He's a (simp)le man. Or his beanie, jackets, scarf, anything that could look good on you tbh.

- But hear me out: also his accessories like his famous stay bracelet, or you could even be lovey doveys and share one earring each.

- NAIL POLISH!! Let him paint your nails for you and do silly little designs on them! You'd have so much fun, he'd giggle so much and end you playing with your hands at random times reminiscing the memories.

- Now onto what would ACTUALLY get him going: I think that either a really really nice dress (like a cocktail or party dress) would make Chan go CRAZYYY

- Bonus points if it's black and hugs your body perfectly. Even more if some skin is showing. V neck, shoulders, low back. He LOVES seeing you dolled up and confident and would make sure to boost the energy as much as he can because you deserve it and he wants to make his girl the most beautiful in the world <3

- Okay now hear me out, seems quite specific but random at the same time BUT, what about side boob. You know those loose sleeveless shirts/tank tops? Like the sporty ones? If you ever wore one of those he would NOT be able to control himself. Imagine if you're not wearing anything underneath tho 🫠

- The side boob + nipple shadow peeking...oh he's HARD and only an emergency fuck can fix it for him I fear

Minho ‗ ❍

- Anything that shows your skin is free real estate for this man. Shoulder? Neck? Collarbones? He's gonna BITE.

- Oh but not only. Imagine wearing something that exposes your legs (and maybe some thighs) like shorts or a mini dress, skirts and so on.

- He's so unhinged like he would purposefully drop his keys or something and leave a bite on the side of your thigh when he crunches down. If he's feeling romantic he'd go for a lil kiss but his goal is to make you flustered nonetheless.

- Speaking of touch and kisses: he'd make sure to get his mouth literally everywhere. Picking up your hand to linger his lips on your palm, back, wrist or forearm, fingers.

- Moving your hair to the side to kiss the back and side of your neck. Yeah 🤒

- In general I don't think he has specific preferences in fashion? I just think that he'd love to see you confident and comfortable in whatever you want to wear.

Changbin ‗ ❍

- You're either his little precious porcelain doll or his emo bad bitch. Nor in between. Man CAN do both and can HAVE both.

- I feel like Changbin (like all the others tbh) would be happy seeing you comfortable and confident. Which doesn't necessarily needs to tie with fashion or your looks.

- BUT☝🏻 he'd be a sucker for a good aesthetic look. He'd lose his mind fr, worshipping the ground you walk on, being loud about how HOT his girlfriend his and all that. As he should!

- As I was saying, he'd like both someone who's extremely feminine and delicate, doll like almost. Soft make up, lots of girly clothes, dresses, skirts, stockings, cute hats and accessories.

- But also someone who gives off the same 'dark/emo' vibe that he gives off at first glance. Lots of black, leather, dark colors, laces, a stronger make up, some edgy accessories.

- And a resting bitch face that would make anyone run but NOT HIM! You'd look like a cupcake to him regardless. He'd go around gushing and fighting his cute aggression for you by just existing.

- Now, a little treat that would most likely (and fortunately for you😵‍💫) get him turned on would be a GOOD pair of jeans. Either some very tight jeans or some cargo style ones, as long as they show off the delicious curve of your ass he's gone. It's literally over for him.

- Trust him to be EMBARRASSINGLY turned on by this, to the point where he'd ask you to wear some just for him, he'd buy them for you and so on. Your body and your ass are already his constant thought and motivation while he works out so might as well fuel his own delulu fantasies by providing the material, am I right?

Hyunjin ‗ ❍

- Once again, he loves you as you are and would be happy just knowing you comfortable in your own skin. But that won't stop him to try and dress you up like his personal model.

- He would never force on you something, especially if it was something that would make you uncomfortable. But he would give you some suggestions here and there, on how to mix and match some items, which colors he thinks compliment you the most.

- He would love to see you being so confident and happy in the results, too. Just like a painter adding details to his masterpiece.

- I lowkey feel like, since we got Mr. Romantic and artsy boy on our hands, I kinda feel like he'd lose if he saw you wearing something more... ethereal? Like a specifically made dress. It could be the soft palette, the delicacy of laces and pearls, the perfect way that the draping compliments your body and falls perfectly.

- His own personal princess. Yes, I think that he would love to either have you as his personal hot catwalk style model or a literal princess that came out of a painting.

- Speaking of art. You're also his muse, of course. And few things to him are equally as aesthetically pleasing as certified turn on for him like your chest.

- He does love lingerie on you, BUT, if you really want to make him drop on his knees on the spot, just wear one of those pretty corsets. You know, the ones with laces, and ribbons. This is for the bedroom though.

- He'd get equally as horny with any type of garment that gave the same effect though. Like a sweetheart neckline paired with a good bra. A low v neckline dress, a slightly unbuttoned plain shirt. Oh yes.

- Hyune tits man agenda going strong and I'll die on this hill.

Jisung ‗ ❍

- He's a homebody. Being at home and domestic is probably his favorite place after being on stage. I feel like his perfect day would be chilling and having fun at home, where you're most free and comfortable.

- Which is why, while I of course think that Jisung would foam at the mouth with you being all sexy and dressed up, he'd as easily get turned on by a simple home outfit.

- Yoga pants showing your ass, shorts showing your thighs, long oversized t shirts showing legs AND thighs. Bonus if the stuff is his. Bonus X2 if you're not wearing anything underneath.

- Yes absolutely that's enough for him. He loves a nice put up together outfit but would that allow him to take you on the nearest surface and make an absolute mess of you without a care in the world? Probably not, so there you go, you got yourself a winner

- You wearing his old glasses (since he doesn't need them anymore) or even your own glasses get him turned on. Don't ask, he's a pervert.

Felix ‗ ❍

- Felix seems like he has a taste for expensive things. Especially fashion and accessories wise.

- He'd drool seeing you sport a very high fashion item, like peculiarly cut out dress or jacket, something quite unique. He loves seeing you looking like a literal model straight out of a magazine. And would love even more to match with you.

- The matching would be valid for the accessories too. You would share pretty much everything, from the earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces, watches, hats, gloves and so on. He'd insist to have always something matching with you.

- In a more intimate setting though, something that you can never go wrong with are pretty sleeping gowns, lingerie sets, silky and lacy pajamas. Something very girly, dollish, delicate, almost innocent. Strictly in pale and pastel colors. He would love to buy them for you, too. As his personal treat.

- The sight of you wearing such a delicate but expensive as fuck bralette and panties that he knows he could rip off of you with his own teeth just makes him nearly cum in his pants.

Seungmin ‗ ❍

- Seungmin would get off on the confidence that you show to others. Whether it is a façade or you're really just a bad bitch, he finds it extremely hot.

- He goes crazy when you dress up smartly, elegantly, and maybe, just a tad provocative.

- A normal blouse, elegant. But that shows just enough cleavage when you move or bend in certain ways. Cigarette pants perfectly ironed, peofessional. But that make the curve of your ass so delicious. A normal pair of black Louboutines, with that sexy red heels.

- It makes him hard because he feels superior in knowing exactly what's behind that façade and that he's the only one that you'd be willing to drop it for.

- Extra points if he saw you getting ready and you're the only two people in the room who know that a pretty, lacy red lingerie set is hiding under all those elegant and composed clothes. You'd get him thinking about it all night.

- I also feel like he'd have a thing for your legs being shown off and your nais being done, maybe even when you're wearing a particular perfume. Maybe HIS, perfume.

Jeongin ‗ ❍

- Jeongin would be a sucker for you acting cool. Like standing there with some sporty clothes and a pair of sunglasses and a nice perfume. That's enough for him to simp HARD.

- He'd love to go shopping together and purposefully buy stuff that you could easily switch and match with each other. You're boyfriend and girlfriend yes but you are COOL boyfriend and girlfriend ykwim.

- In a more formal setting, he particularly loves when you wear dresses that have low cuts. Somewhere. Whether is a frontal low cut, a side low cut, a back low cut, or a high slit on the bottom part.

- The idea that all it would take for him to take it off you is just a flick of his fingers gets him CRAZY. Especially if they are dresses that require to not wear a bra.

- All that bare back, shoulders, neck, chest...idk man in his opinion it should all be covered in kisses, licks and bruises IMMEDIATELY.

- Bonus if you wear a high slit dress and you make him understand that you're not wearing panties underneath. Now you're in for a treat...

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[thetopichot]

•°♧ Late Night Phone Call P. 1 ♧°•

A little idea that I had last night that I wanted to write about. In this silly little group of headcanons about our beloved Yuuriboys, you have trouble sleeping & the boys offer some help with a nice phone call to help you sleep.

•°◇ Alphonse ◇°•

Al was working a little late tonight at his shop. One of his candy shelves fucking broke & like a shit-load of candy in the jars broke. Now, he's gonna have to spend all fucking night cleaning this up. He sent a text to you saying:

sorry boo

gonna be late coming home

my goddamn shelves broke on me as I was fucking leaving

You didn't mind that he sometimes came home late since he always lets you know why he's late. He doesn't want you worrying so much about him. So, you got ready for bed as usual without him. However, for some reason, you had trouble getting yourself to fall asleep. Was the bed always this freezing cold?

Normally, you would be able to fall asleep without him, but ever since you guys recently moved in together, you kinda had a harder time sleeping whenever he's not with you. So, you decided to check up on Alphonse to help soothe your worry.

Hey babe?

yeah boo? u alright?

Yea, I'm okay. I just miss you right now.

aww ya miss me?

Of course, I do. You ding dong. 🙄

jeez you're so mean to me 😔

but I love you too boo 🫶

You smiled at the text, but it didn't really soothe you completely. You wanted more than that. You wanted to hear his voice.

Do you wanna get on a call?

I'm bored and I can't sleep.

sure boo

Alphonse is calling...

"Hey, boo." You hear Alphonse's tired voice from your phone. You frowned slightly.

"Are you okay, Al?" You asked him.

"Not gonna lie to ya, boo. I feel like ass right now." You hear the sound of shattered glass being moved by a broom. "I just wanna go the fuck home but this glass is a hazard & I don't wanna get sued because of this shit."

"How did that happen, bae?"

"I don't fucking know." He huffed with both frustration & confusion. "As I was gonna close up shop for the night, I heard this loud ass crash from the back. Then, BAM!" He clapped to mimic the sound of the falling shelves. "Then, I was like, 'The fuck was that?' & guess what the fuck I see?" You hummed in response. "The fucking shelves fell off & I'm here cleaning this shit up." He sighed.

Then the call got quiet. "Hey, boo?" No response coming from you. "Boo?" You hummed. Alphonse chuckled. "You finally getting sleepy, boo?"

"Hmm-hm." He couldn't see your smile, but he felt it. "I like your voice. It makes me feel..", you paused as you tried to fight back your sleep, "..safe."

"Really?" Alphonse felt flattered by that statement. He started grinning like a goober as his face flushed a little. "I'm glad to hear that. Maybe I should rant more often."

"That would be nice.." You yawned. "You got another.. rant?"

"You know I do, boo, you know I do."

•°♤ Auron ♤°•

Auron was working late tonight due to the abundance of paperwork. Celebrities did stupid things & did reckless shit. Now he's sitting in his office, trying to tie all of the loose ends created by them. Of course, he's pissed as fuck about it & he's quite close to bang his head on his desk. However, he must show restraint & poise.

He felt bad. You were waiting for him at his penthouse & he would very much rather cuddle with you in bed than to be stuck at his desk. Earlier, you wanted to have a nice movie night with him, but before you were going to prepare some coffee for him, he sent you a text.

I'm sorry, darling. I don't think I'm going to be able to join you in our little movie night.

You frowned as you started to text him back.

Why? What happened?

Just some unfinished paperwork caused by celebrities who know nothing about decency.

I will be here for quite some time, dearest.

But in the meantime, you should head to bed. I don't want to catch you sleeping at your desk, understood?

Sir, yes, sir! 🫡

He smiled softly at the message as he placed his phone down on his desk. However, it was going to be a long night for the both of you. You began your bedtime ritual without Auron & got as snug as a bug in a rug but for some strange reason, you couldn't fall asleep. The bed felt more... emptier & colder than usual. Yeah, sure, there were nights that he would come home late, but this night made you long for him more than normal.

You felt nervous about texting him. You didn't want to come off as too needy, but he did say that you could come to him if you needed anything. You decided to push down those thoughts & just text him.

Hey, hun?

Yes?

Would it be alright if we got on a call?

Of course, Rook.

Auron is calling...

"Good evening." Auron's voice spoke. "Shouldn't you be sleeping by now? It's not like you to be up this late, my dear."

"I should be asking the same thing." Auron chuckled.

"To be fair, I've already told you why," Auron sighed, "However, I could go into further detail if you like." You hummed a 'Yes'. You hear Auron adjusting himself as he prepares to rant. "Well, our most recent celebrity was caught in a controversy with the others. Being quite abrasive towards fans & collaborators. Now, I'm here trying to help sort everything out since this all came last fucking minute." He groans. "I'm trying to at least organize everything now, so it won't be such a pain the ass at work tomorrow."

Auron paused as he heard a light snore from his phone. "Rook?" No answer. "Rookie?"

"Hmm?" You answered sleepily. Auron laughed.

"Am I boring you to sleep, dearest?"

"No. It's just... your voice is really soothing." You admitted. You couldn't see it, but Auron's face flushed slightly. He was giddy inside, but he was trying to hide it.

"Oh, really? You enjoy the sound of my voice?" His voice got softer. "I might as well talk to you to sleep."

"Yes, please." You felt Auron's unseen smile.

"Very well, then. What should I discuss?"

•°♧ Big Red/Lucien ♧°•

You were visiting family for the holidays & you told Lucien to babysit your home for the weekend. As much as you loved your man, bringing a big demon boyfriend would raise a shit load of questions & neither of you are feeling up to answering all of them. Lucien is also learning how to use a phone since, in Hell, they don't really have phones & he has big ass hands which makes it harder for typing.

did u male it tg your parenys house yet?

Yeah, I did. Is there something you need, baby?

i wass just woreied about you angel

Aw, don't worry. I'm fine.

Are you doing alright without me?

yeah i jist moss you so much :(

I miss you, too. ❤️

Shit, wait. I gotta go. I'll see you later, babe.

stat safe angel

"What are you smiling about?" Your cousin asked while grinning devilishly. "Is it your boyfriend?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes but, that's none of your business."

"Are we gonna meet him one day?" They asked. You looked nervous but, you still remained calm.

"He's super busy all of the time but, maybe one day." They smiled at the answer. Thank god. Your cousin, well at least this one, doesn't really ask as many questions. If it was your other cousins or any of your other family members, you would be genuinely fucked. Your parents prepared a room for you since you didn't like sharing rooms with your family & you enjoy your personal space. You unpacked your luggage & started make your temporary room more to your liking.

You went straight to bed after a long night with your family at dinner. You didn't really have the energy to do jack-shit so, you just flopped onto the bed & curled into a ball. However, you felt.. uncomfortable & goddamn this bed was so fucking cold. You got up from your bed to check if there was a heater anywhere.

There was! You turned it on &..! Uh.. it's warm I guess? It didn't really feel warm. Eh, maybe you should give it time to heat up & maybe the room will be finally warm. Well guess what my friend? It's been nearly 30 minutes & you've been staring at the ceiling in a cold ass room. You're genuinely pissed off.

You turned over to your side to look at the empty spot next to you. You missed him. You missed him so much but for his safety, you don't want anything terrible happening to him. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by your phone ringing.

Big Red is calling...

"Angel?" You heard his voice & the sound of something sizzling.

"Yeah, babe? You didn't burn down our house, did ya?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Oh, no no no. Everything is fine! Surprisingly. I'm starting to believe you have no trust in me, love." He laughed. "Oh, shit! Hells!" He hissed in pain.

You looked at your phone concerned. "You alright, babe?"

"Hmm. I'm fine. I just burned myself trying to flip my omelet with my hand." You stared at your phone like 'The fuck?' & you starting laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You." You smiled tiredly. "I'm glad that you called me. Speaking of which..., why did you call me?"

"Oh, I just wanted to check up on you. I kinda had a small feeling that you would be still awake. Ooh, Saffron!"

"A feeling?" You tilted your head.

"Well, you do really like my warmth. I assumed you would hard time sleeping without me." You tried so hard not to smile. You hated how much he was right. "I take that silence as a yes."

"No."

"You sure?"

"Fine. Yes, I am having hard time sleeping without you." You admitted & you huffed sadly. "I miss you, Bigs."

A short silence followed after. "You know, there's something I can do that can help you fall asleep."

"Yeah, what's that?" You asked.

"I've been watching those cooking asmrs that you like so much & I feel so mesmerized by it. It's like being put under a spell." He did jazz hands behind the phone. "I'm also cooking right now so, I was thinking it would be the perfect opportunity!"

"That sounds nice.." You heard Lucien opening the fridge & the sound of a bag crinkling.

"Now, should I throw in some bacon bits?"

•°♡ Charlie ♡°•

Charlie had to head home after a long night with you & you both had work tomorrow so, you both had to wrap up your little smooching session for the night. You both hated saying good-bye but, there was always something you both did that helped eased this pain. The magical thing called texting. God bless technology in this scenario, am I right?

Are you home yet?

almost casper

i left 5 minutes ago n' you already miss me?

Well, yeah. Is that a problem? 🤨

no no

i dont mind cas i think its just sweet

cause i miss you too 💛

I'm glad that we feel the same.

And love?

yea?

You are watching where you're going, right?

yea im fine y?

Good. Cause I don't want you to get hit by a car.

Because last time, you didn't watch where you were going and I had to save your ass from getting run over.

So, please don't almost die.

Again.

i would say no promises

but for you cas? i promise

I love you, Charlie.

i love you even more casper

You smiled at his last text. Jeez, you loved that boy very much & he loved you very much in return. You guys are practically inseparable ever since you both found eachother years later. The reason you both hated saying good-bye was because of the "What if?" questions. They would both plague your minds whenever you were apart.

What if something really bad happened to Charlie? What if you guys never spoke to eachother again? What if? 'Fuck that shit.' You thought as you laid in bed. 'Charlie is fine. I just texted him so, I know he's fine.' You tossed to the side. 'Everything is okay.' You closed your eyes & that was it for night.

...

Was it though? You're wide awake so, yeah that was not it for the night. The bed was uncomfortable as shit without Charlie but, you felt like you had to suck it up. You didn't want to come off as too needy & clingy. You hated that. What if that scares him off?

Then, the goddamn 'What If?' questions plagued your mind again. 'This fucking sucks.' You laid there. 'I wish he was here. If he was here maybe this shit would stop.' Ding! A notification from your phone. It would be wise to pick that up, ya know?

It was like if he heard your thoughts. It was a text from Charlie.

hey cas?

u still up?

Yeah, I am. What's up?

o nothin its just

i cant sleep

Me, neither. Lol.

wait y?

i thought u b sleepin by now

dont u have work tmr?

I should be asking you the same thing.

yea ur right

but u get up earlier than i do

I know.

I just fucking miss you, rn.

And I just feel..

So goddamn lonely.

I'm sorry.

There was a long pause after that message you've sent. Shit. You scared him off, didn't you? That was what you thought until.. Ding!

u don't have to b sorry cas

i miss u a lot too

how about this

we can get on a call

if ya want 2

I'd love to.

Charlie is calling...

"Cas?" It was Charlie.

"Yes, Chuckie?" Your voice sounded relieved but at the same time, tired out. Hearing Charlie's voice made you feel so much better.

"Are you doing okay?" He sounded concerned. "I saw the messages. Of course, I fucking did. Damn it, Charlie. Anyway, that don't matter. I just wanted to call you to help ya maybe?"

"I'm just-" You sighed. "I'm sorry." You placed your phone back down your drawer.

"That's the thing, Cas. Whatcha' sorry for? You didn't do anything wrong. Well, I hope ya didn't."

"I'm sorry for being so damn clingy. I was just worried that I scared you off or some shit." Charlie was taken aback by this.

"But you haven't been clingy? Like at all actually." Charlie paused to think for a moment. "Wait? Are you talking about earlier when you said ya missed after I left?"

"Yes." He heard the hurt in your voice.

"Casper." He said in a serious tone. "You checking up on me is not being clingy! It's very sweet of you that think about me & care about me. I care about you a lot too, Cas."

"So, I'm not being too much?" You asked.

"No. No, ya not." Charlie reassured. "If you were being too much, I would've let ya know. It's the whole point of boundaries! You set boundaries & I set boundaries but that don't mean that you're bad. It means that you're uncomfortable or I'm uncomfortable & we can improve on it."

"Life is all about improving & many people in my life helped me learned that. You helped me learned that, Cas." He says reassuringly. "You're amazing. So, don't be a jackass to yourself."

"Thank you, Charlie." You smiled. "Thank you so much."

"Anytime, Cas."

Then a silence followed after but you broke the quiet barrier.

"Hey, Chuckie?"

"Yeah, Cas?"

"Would it be okay if you could stay on call with me? Until I fall asleep?"

"Of course, Casper. Anything for you."

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - Whoop! Whoop! Part 1 is done. Originally, I was going to make like the whole thing in one go but this is like collection of one shots into one post. I wanted to get this out before 2024 but you know, I had other plans. So expect Part 2 to come out next year technically since it's not gonna come out until 2024.

I was also trying something new & creative with this so expect this to not be good because it's probably ass but if you like it, I guess I did good. I tried my best & I'm glad I did.

[dn-imagines-in-2023]

DATE NIGHT

Light

Is pretty open to whatever you want to do. If you ask him to choose, he'll go with the classic dinner at a nice restaurant and maybe go to a museum or something.

He's a very good conversationalist. He loves to learn so he's very easy to talk to; he remembers details.

'Oh, they hate this color, I better pick a different tie.'

If you're doing something fun, he'll have a good time. But he's not a fan of the 'lay around on the couch' kind of dates, they make him feel unproductive.

L

He LOVES the lay around on the couch type of dates. They're a good safe option for him when it's not safe for him to be in public.

When it is safe for him to be in public he's completely shameless. All of his habits and quirks are out on display for the whole world to see and he does not care if he gets judged for it.

So if you can't handle the secondhand embarrassment of your boyfriend having his bare feet out for free, you're going to have a bad time.

If you do go out, he likes quieter, more private dates. A library, a park, places that aren't too crowded or chaotic.

Cafes and bakeries are always a win for obvious reasons.

Misa

She really goes all out. You have to schedule your dates with her, because they can be like 6 hours long.

She's a big fan of classic romantic dates. The 'dinner and a move' kind of thing.

I think she would absolutely love to take you to a masquerade. A chance to experiment with fashion and dance with you all night? She'd be all over it.

She would also like shopping dates. She loves to pick out clothes she thinks would look good on you and will let you pick out things for her too.

Takes lots of cute pictures through the night and displays her favorites in her room.

Mello *NSFW mentioned*

He’ll only go on dates with you on his off time- work always comes first. He has to beat Near by any means necessary, that means his love life comes second to that. In another world where everything was resolved neatly, he would likely be more willing to engage in romance.

Mello loves an adrenaline rush. His favorite dates are always a little risky and you always end up sweaty and out of breath (in a good way.) 

I imagine he would like taking you out for drinks and going dancing- probably to raves rather than nightclubs. 

The dark is a nice excuse to hold your hand- so you don’t get separated of course. 

When you’re so exhausted and dizzy you can’t see straight, he’ll call you both a cab and you’ll do everything short of have sex in the back of it.

The real fun starts when you both get upstairs ;)

Matt

Matt loves relaxed stay-at-home dates. You hop on multiplayer on a really relaxing game like stardew valley or minecraft and just lay in a snuggly pile of blankets together. 

I think he would also like dates where you make something together- trying a new recipe, or making an art project. It might not turn out great - he doesn’t have a sophisticated palette or a lot of artistic skill, but he would have a lot of fun.

He doesn’t mind going out once in a while, but he doesn’t like dressing up. He hates wearing ties. He’ll do it occasionally for your sake, but it’s not his favorite.

Near

He doesn’t really do specifically set out *dates*. You both just… end up in each others company.

It’s never a case of ‘Let’s set aside this Saturday at 7 for a date night.’ Usually, you just end up in his room while he’s working, you distract him, and you two end up spending the next six hours talking.

I imagine he would like that type of date, where you sit and have a really, really good conversation for hours and hours.

Especially since you’re one of the only people in the world who can really keep up with him.

He might bring out something for you two to work on together, some of his toys, puzzles, models, etc.

He likes meticulous, detail oriented work. Introduce him to knitting/crochet and you two can sit and knit together for hours. (embroidery would also work for this.)

Matsuda

Silly goofy guy.

He likes new experiences, he’s willing to try just about anything once. So if you have a really wild date idea, he’s probably down with it.

If he’s the one to come up with the date, he tries to put some thought into it and make it personal to you. But he has trouble coming up with new ideas so he tends to stick to what he knows - you two have a dedicated date night restaurant you both like.

I have no idea why, but I imagine he would love live theater? Like specifically musicals. Take him to see Hairspray, he’ll have the time of his life.

[mochiwrites]

okay but them getting the suits. i’m imaging that they spent a lot of time looking thru thrift stores trying to find affordable clothing. giddy over the idea, trying on clothes “you can’t see me while i’m wearing it until the wedding day! it’s bad luck” (even though they looked together. just really silly and sweet, lots of affectionate touches, scars heart is so full, close to bursting. he never thought he would have a life like this, never thought he would even know the touch of another, and to know that connected to that hand on his chest is the love of his life, he gets teary eyed looking at grian as he joking pulls out a too big tie, grian seeing his expression pulls him into a tight hug. “you deserve this. i’m so happy to be with you” they end up finding these silly little ties that they love, they don’t mind a pinch of laughter in their big day

I’m so soft over this image uwahhhhh

I imagine it happens like… they’re both dressed in suits that aren’t quite what they’re looking for but they’re trying on anything to figure out what works and what doesn’t. scar is watching as grian is dressed in this plain white suit, and his tongue is poking out as he’s scrutinizing the display of ties in front of him

he looks so breathtaking, just existing like that. grian doesn’t have to do much to look majestic in scar’s eyes, he just is. and he starts thinking about the fact that this is all real, they’re shopping for suits, and they’re getting married. he’s getting married. and it’s to the most amazing person he’s ever met. scar’s eyes start to grow wet as he keeps thinking about how happy and excited he is, how he never thought he’d have anything like this

grian turns over to scar with this funky looking tie so they can laugh about it, but stops when he sees his watery gaze. “oh, scar.” he doesn’t have to ask what’s wrong, he already knows. he steps over to him and pulls him in close. scar doesn’t hesitate to bury his face in grian’s hair, wrapping his arms securely around his waist.

“I’m just so happy.”

“I know, I am too.”

“I never thought this would happen.”

“And you deserve every good thing and more. I’m really happy I have the honor of sharing this with you. I’m happy I’m with you.”

“Me too. Like you’d never believe, Gri.”

it takes them a few more hours to find the suits. scar ends up with this lovely dark green suit that’s embroidered with floral patterns. grian has a pastel pink one with embroidery as well, but it’s only on the lapels and the vest under the jacket

they get matching red ties <3

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Inspired by that one Heart Hunter interaction with Julian, how would the M6 react to a MC who's way stronger then they look?

Btw i seriously have to thank you for everything you do. Seeing you post puts the biggest gein on my face every time, you're awesome!!

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC is stronger than they look

~ yes. Just ... yes. yes. thank you. and also, thank you for the compliment! knowing that people enjoy my ideas puts the biggest grin on my face too! cheers to you anon - brainrot ~

Julian

He was already very much in love with you before, but DAMN

He does not have enough room in his body for this level of attraction. The first time you display your surprising amount of strength he just about melts into the floor

For such a tall guy, he doesn't have that much mass on him, so having you around is a whole new version of things he didn't know he needed in his life

Pickle jar? He's asking you to open it. Something fell under the couch? He's asking you to lift one end while he bends over to retrieve it

Malak must have dragged his eyepatch back there, silly raven

Any chance to watch you be strong, really

He also adores the chance to get a good feel for your abilities up close, so you can expect him to be a lot more clumsy when you're around

Suddenly he can't step over anything without tripping and falling. He is not safe around stairs, doorsteps, cobblestones, or even that one kitchen tile apparently

He just likes the way you catch him

Asra

They knew post-recovery that you weren't physically weak, but they had no idea just how strong you had gotten

Until he randomly decided to get an overstuffed neon tie-dye couch to go under the window and you managed to get it up the stairs almost completely by yourself

They were completely caught off guard and are now very curious about exactly how strong you are

If you're willing, he'll ask you to lift heavier and heavier things each day until he gets an idea of how much you can manage

They also love to tease, so this is going to be their cue to baby their strong, capable beloved

You could be restocking a part of the shop and he'll take a crate of feathers from your hands and coo at you while he carries it to the next set of shelves

They love seeing you shine, though, so they won't hesitate to ask you for help with something heavy or invite you to try something physically impressive

He just adores everything about you, what else is there to say?

Nadia

The first time she sees your strength her eyebrows nearly meet her hairline. She is very, very impressed

She's stuck between not wanting to make you self-conscious and asking you to do it again so she can watch more closely this time

She'll end up asking you to do it again and then be uncharacteristically distracted for the next fifteen minutes

Will eventually ask why you're so strong

Is it the diet? The lifestyle? The magic use? A spell? The side effects of having the body of an Arcana? Being a shopkeep? A mysterious exercise regimen?

Now that she knows what you're capable of, she'll invite you to join her for more physically demanding tasks

If you didn't know how to fence before, you're about to learn. If weapons aren't your preference, she'll pick up boxing with you

She's not the type to brag but she does like to show off things that she believes are worth praising

She's going to ask you to carry lots of heavy things whenever her sisters are around

Muriel

You have no idea how relieved he is not to be the only significantly strong person in the room anymore

Do you know how awkward it is for him?

Don't get him wrong, he loves to help, but it's a little intimidating when every eye in the room turns to him as soon as someone pulls out a stubborn jar

And it gets even worse when all the attention makes him sweat and he keeps losing his grip

Now he can turn and look at you instead and his hands can stay dry

If you're up for it, he really appreciates the extra set of muscle around the woods. Sometimes the big, old trees fall across the paths, and while he can manage on his own, it's much easier with you around

He secretly loves it when you show a slight competitive side

It's fun to unnecessarily move a boulder across the clearing just to wait for you to not-so-subtly try to lift it yourself a few hours later

He has to be careful though, because he might choose something too heavy and then feel guilty when you pull your shoulder

Portia

Ilya was feeling petty when he stopped by earlier, which means he put a bunch of things on the top shelf again, and she's on her toes trying to reach them because she doesn't like using the stool, and -

Oh, that's so much easier, how are you able to pick her up like she doesn't weigh anything at all?!?

She's read about this in some of the fairy tale novels in the palace library and now she's even more convinced that you came straight out of a book

Mysterious? Magical? A partner in crime? A partner in crime who can dramatically carry her to safety? Be still her beating heart

She will ask you recreate scenes with her out of curiosity. What's it really like to be princess carried around the house? Can you uproot a small tree with your bare hands?

If a shipment of something heavy comes in she'll drag you to the back entrance to see if you can lift it (and to show off who she's dating to the palace staff)

She's also surprisingly strong, so heaven forbid someone ticks you both off during introductions on an ambassador visit. Those handshakes are going to hurt

Lucio

He likes to think that he's the brawn to your brains in your relationship, so when he sees you with both he's not sure how to react

Does he want to test his strength against yours and prove himself? Yes. Does he also want to receive the princess treatment? Yes

He'll go back and forth on how to proceed

Maybe he'll challenge you to an arm wrestle and let you win so you have to promise to protect him if anything happens

Maybe he'll just use his gauntlet to point out that yeah, you're strong, but he bets you can't do THIS (... oopsie)

A few broken tables later he finds that teaching you to fight is much better. He gets to admire your strength up close and still show off what he's good at

He also gets to give back, in a way. You've contributed so much to his growth as a person, now he has the chance to help you flourish too

He will brag about you in every town you stop by until the stories he tells become rumors that turn into legends

You're tired of disappointing new friends when you can't split a mountain in two with a flick of your wrist

[stargirlwrites]

Little star sinner ~

-> churchy sub Jungkook x f. Dom reader

-> sinner f. reader and church boy Jungkook

Warnings -> smut - virginity lost- car sex- oral inside church storage closet- pain kink- big b00bs- mommy kink- edging- unprotected sex- riding- whiny koo- edging- scratching- crying during sex- blow job- handjob- nipple play- huge religious topics- its kinda messed up but everything is consent given. - age gap (Jungkook is 6 years older)

• kinda just smut with a bit of fluff at the end <3 •

*the "f." Means female reader btw just in case you're new here !! ~ *

☆ ------ ︻╦╤─ ҉ -¨ * ‧₊˚*♡ * *” ♡. ♡ ------ ☆

"Oh my.. no.. its too much p-please oh no" tears escaped Jungkooks eyes as he felt all the pleasure you were providing him, but he still couldn't back away. He just needed to cum inside your mouth, he needed this.

Your knees were definitely bruising from the hard floor of the storage closet inside the church. Your throat pulsing and tongue moving on Jungkooks dick was probably the best thing you've ever felt.

"You almost close baby?" You say as you take a breath of air while stroking his cock. You felt so in control. Well.. maybe because you were in control. You were only 19 yet you had this 25 year old Virgin man wrapped around your finger, how could you not feel powerful.

Jungkook shivered at the feeling of your lip snake bites, smiley, and tongue piercings gliding over his cock while you sucked and slurped all of him.

"M' I'm g-going to-" he couldn't even finished his sentence before you took him out of your mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at you... smirking. He saw nothing but pure evil.

"N-no. Please I need to...." he couldn't even think of words. You got him so whipped for you. Tears rolling down his cheeks as his thighs shaked.

"Its 1: 57 pm silly. Bible study starts at 2 pm we need to hurry before mommy and daddy starts wondering where their youngest most precious son is doing. You wouldn't want them to know you were about to cum in my mouth in the churchs storage closet now would you?" Your words were pure venom. He couldn't believe you for a second but then he almost remembered he couldn't underestimate the chokehold the devil has around unwell people.

He just nodded and picked up his church slacks, he re did his tie and patted himself down so no flint was on him. He looked at you.. the way you were dressed. He knew the churchs message was to come as you are so you can leave with the lord in your heart but he was convinced not even the highest power can save you.

"__, I uh.. you should try shopping for more church appropriate clothing. Not in a b-bad way of course but.. this is how I get distracted.."

he pointed at you. The black crop top that showed 98% of your breast. The ripped baggy jeans with huge holes that can show your fishnets. Your tattoos on full display and all of your piercings intact on your body. You didn't even wear a bra for crying out loud he and anybody else can clearly see the nipple piercings. Your beat up converse with what looked like devil worshiping symbols written on them with what seems like black and red pen.

"How cute, blaming the way I dress and look for you being a filthy little sinner hmm? Wasn't it you who got a boner by me just removing my jacket? Wasn't it you who touched yourself looking at me as if i didn't notice while wearing a damn rosary inside a church?"

Jungkook was on the verge of crying. He felt disgusted of himself. He feels like evil has taken control over him. Tears forming inside his eyes and chest heaving up and down while you speak.

"Darling don't cry, it's okay to love yourself and make sure you feel good hm? Don't you think Bible study can wait? You wanna become a man instead of ready the same boring book baby?"

Gosh he hated you. He hated himself. Jungkook hated that your words turned him on. Hated that you were such a man eater. He looked at the cross hanging from his neck, he prayed and prayed days and days for god to save him but evil has consumed all his will power. Prayed and begged god to just make him stop touching himself to the thought of you, but he couldn't stop. He needed more, he needed you.

"p-please" was all he said as you smirked and took his hand and led him out the church.

It was like his life flashed before his eyes because next thing he knows he's in your light marijuana smelling car. It wasn't that big but it could fit at least 3 people in the back. You had a blanket in the back seat of your car so at least that was something.

"Are we leaving or.." he looked at you and your pants were already off.

"Of course not silly" you giggled, looking deep into his eyes for a split second. He could've swore he just saw the most beautiful angle and the most seducing demon at the same time.

"Take your clothes off for me kookie" you attached your lips to his as he kissed back, also not hesitating to undress himself for you. He was completely undressed, he tugged his boxers down and revealed his throbbing angry cock leaking with pre cum.

He was so sensitive the smallest bit of friction made him moan into your mouth. He can feel your smirk on his lips, taking your tongue out from his throat you grab his length and tug on it making him whine pretty loudly. What you did next made him cry and roll his eyes back. Gosh his sounds made you even wetter.

You slapped his cock, a drop of pre cum flying off onto Jungkooks cheek.

"You like when I slap your cock around baby? Love it when I make you feel good hmm." Jungkooks mind was going left and right. All he could think of was you, it's like you put a spell on him.

"Please.. I need you so bad. I'll do a-anything just give it to me.. please." He was at full submission and you loved it. He loved it too. He wanted you so had. He needed your pussy around his cock. He needed to be nasty with you.

"Of course baby. You've been so good you deserve it" Jungkook sat down in the middle of the back seat, his legs spreaded apart as his cock was screaming for you. You hovered over his dick, slowly sinking down so your wet pussy lips were sliding on his tip.

"F-fuck! Yes please I need it mommy!" As unexpected as his pleads were it made you wanna ride him like there was no tomorrow.

You sink down on his cock and felt the nice stretch he was giving you. Jungkook didn't know how to react so the first thing he did was full on cry. You looked at his face and saw tears rolling down his cheeks, his cheeks also a pretty pink color. You took his full length inside you didn't move to let him get used to the feeling.

"F-fuck your dick is so big kookie" you can feel his tip deep inside you.

"You feel so good and warm. Feels so good.. oh my.. it's t-ight and warm." Jungkooks dick twitched inside of you as you started to move a bit, basically slightly bouncing up and down.

Soon you guys were both moans and moving in rhythm. He didn't really know what to do his body just instantly trusted upwards inside your warm wet cunt. You grabbed Jungkooks lard hand inside your slim small one , making him spread your puffy pretty pussy lips and placed his index and middle finger on your clit, signaling him to rub you as you rode him.

"Love riding your cock kookie. S-so big, you're doing so good for me baby I'm so so proud of you. Being a good boy just for me. Being a good little star sinner for mommy" His cock hit this one spot inside your pussy that made you squeal. You can feel every vein and every drop of pre cum that was sliding against your tight walls.

Your hands reached to his light brownish nipples and started toying with them. Jungkook didn't know he could receive such pleasure from getting his nipples touched. His sweet moans made you ride him faster as you attach your lips on his nipples making him moan out loudly. Thank god your windows were tinted black if not you and jungkook could've had an exorcism preformed on you guys by the church if they saw this.

"I- I'm gonna cum! Mommy please I c-an't" Jungkooks cock was pulsing inside you cunt, your moans and the way your lips sucked on his nipples were enough to make him bust his load inside you right then and there.

"Hold it baby. " you said, pushing Jungkook down so his body is laying down on the seats. You quickly got on top of him and moved your hips around in a circular motion, then back and forth. Jungkooks eyes rolled back for a second. He literally almost saw heaven. His tip hitting your insides made you scream out his name. Jungkooks large hands groping your huge breast that didn't even fit all the way in his hand making you reach your high.

"Fuck Jungkook! Fuck baby your huge fucking dick gonna make me cum all o-over! You're such a fucking good boy" The praise was amazing, but what was even more amazing was your black painted nails digging in his chest. The pain of your nails digging from his collar bone all the way to his abs. Feeling your nails drag across his chest made him start thrusting up. His thighs shaking in insane pleasure.

"I-im cumming !" Jungkooks cum painted your gummy warm insides, you moaned out loud with the feeling of his hot cum reaching all the way to your womb. You didn't care about protection or the risk of getting impregnated at the moment, all you cared about was this big dummy underneath you. You hoped off his softening dick, the feeling of removing his long thick length from your insides making you groan a bit.

Jungkook was looking up at you with a big smile on his face, looking a little silly but that's alright.

"That was so.. amazing koo" you placed kisses all over his cheeks, neck, nose, and lips. He pulled you in for a big kiss which caught you by surprise. After a couple seconds you both pulled away. You instantly went to get soft clean tissues to clean both of you up. You cleaned yourself up and then put your full attention on Jungkook. Carefully cleaning his abs, thighs, and cock with the tissue. Making sure his soft skin was clean and didn't have any rash. You put on your panties and a shirt on and quickly put pajama pants on Jungkook and a warm shirt since it was a little chilli outside. You looked up at him and saw stars in his big glassy eyes.

"I love you" was all that came out of Jungkooks mouth.

"I.. I love you too, My Little star sinner" you whispered and squished his cheeks making you both giggle cutely

"Let's go to my place, we'll cook and watch movies.. and maybe sin a little more." You winked at him.

And with that.. you drove Jungkook home and ended up falling asleep with his head on your lap and your hand in his fluffy hair as the TV played the care bear movies.

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holy fuck😭.

Hope You Guys Enoyed This!! ♡

[wannaeatramyeon]

Vin Jin x Reader: Friendship Bracelets

Very random. Fluffy scenario pre-relationship

Vin Jin taps his pen impatiently, willing inspiration to strike.

Stupid fucking Duke and his stupid fucking talent. Vin needs to remind everyone how much better he is, and he needs new material.

You haven't been much help with his music, fiddling with some silly piece of string and beads most of tonight. Tongue poking out in concentration, and brows knitted as you continue whatever the fuck it is you're doing.

In fact, you have been a hindrance more than anything. Numerous times Vin had wanted to write something about you - your words and looks and company becoming his muse. Then he remembers how cringe and weird that would be, so he's back to square one.

And now you've fallen asleep, hand still holding your little craft project. It's not an uncommon occurrence, you and Mary and Vin often spending evenings together, leading to an inpromptu sleepover.

Vin pulls a spare blanket over you and resists the urge to ruffle your hair.

.

.

In the morning, you tie the friendship bracelet around his wrist.

So this was what you were working on? This stupid thing took you all night?

Vin thinks it looks pretty ugly. A black knotted cord thread with tacky white beads, reading '♡VIN♡'. The bastard didn't hesitate to say so, which you brush off with a forced smile.

The shitty thing clashes with his aesthetics, and he's half tempted to cut it off right then and there.

But it's a gift from you, he can't do that. If only to spare your feelings - that's absolutely the only reason. He doesn't care about the stupid thing.

Not at all.

.

.

Fiddling with it becomes a habit.

The bracelet becomes a reminder of you that night, the hours that you spent on this. (Seriously, how did this pathetic thing take so long?)

Not even Mary has one, which Vin is quietly smug about. It's completely unique. One of a kind. Just for him.

He likes to think it brings him good luck when he notices it dangling from his wrist. Even the ugliness has its own endearing charm.

The first time he misplaces it, he tears his room apart.

.

.

A couple week later, you receive a small box thrown at your head, signed with just 'V'.

No prizes for guessing who your assailant is. You notice Vin barely managing to duck behind a corner as you frown in his direction.

Smooth.

.

.

"This is fucking bullshit," Vin had cursed the day before, frustration building as he sits alone in his room.

How the fuck did something so simple take so much time and still end up being so hideous. He looks at his exceptionally poor handiwork. It was somehow even worse than yours, and that's saying something.

What a waste of fucking time, he thinks, as he angrily grabs his jacket and sunglasses and makes his way to the shopping mall.

There's no way Vin could give you his homemade attempt. This would have to do.

At the jewellery store, he flushes in mortification when the store assistant asks him what his girlfriend would like. Nevertheless, as soon as his eyes land on this, he knows it is exactly your taste.

.

.

A silver bracelet with a heart pendant hangs prettily from your wrist.

Vin feels a rush of joy when he notices you wearing it. He keeps the smile off his face, wills his pulse to stay normal, and the heat on his face to subside.

You shake your wrist at him, the jewellery flashing in the sunlight, and give him a small smile like you're sharing a secret.

Vin calls you a loser, even as his hand absentmindedly comes up to touch his own bracelet.

He thinks of them as a matching set.

[stvharrngton]

a lesson in romantics; lesson ten

summary: a multi-part series where reader is the new art teacher at hawkins high and the history teacher, mr. harrington, takes a shine to the new girl. mutual pining ensues on their road to love 🥀

a/n: aaaand that’s a wrap! (sort of 👀) i just want to say a quick thank you to everyone who has read or reblogged or commented anything on this series. it’s been something totally out of my comfort zone compared to what i usually write lol and it’s been hard sometimes to want to stick with it but i have done (somehow!!) 🥺 but stick around for the alternative ending coming soon 👀😮‍💨

characters: steve harrington x fem!reader, robin buckley

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none, fluff, happy ending

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

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SERIES MASTERLIST

HAWKINS HIGH, MAY 1993

The school year had soon run its course and was coming to the end, the summer break right around the corner but not before the big end of year senior prom. It had been a big year for you, with its ups and its downs, but you were looking forward to your first summer in Hawkins, you couldn’t lie.

You had your dress picked out, something simple yet formal enough to chaperone at a high school prom. It was a long and a deep red, with capped sleeves at the shoulders, the fitted material fitting you perfectly. Every time you caught a glance of it hung up in your wardrobe, your mind would drift to seeing Steve in a tux for the first time.

It was silly really. You felt like you were getting ready for your own senior prom, rather than one at a school where you taught at.

The evening soon rolled around and you were sat on your couch, patiently waiting for your ride to pick you up. Your car was in the shop, much to your dismay, your knight in shining armour had saved the day.

The knock soon came at your apartment door, the man standing behind it wore a suit with a simple black bow tie, his hair perfectly tousled, wire frame glasses perched on the bridge of his nose and his mouth hanging open for way, way too long.

“Wow,” he breathed, “you look—,”

“Is it too much?” you blurted out, feeling a tad overdressed as you made your way to the passenger side of the car. Steve held your hand as you lowered yourself into the cream leather seat.

“No, God, no,” he insisted, leaning down with you so you could see the bashful smile on his face, “it’s perfect, I promise, you look perfect.”

~

The prom was in full swing, students dolled up and suited and booted dotted across the school gym as the music blared and the lights strobed. The teachers were spread across different corners of the gym, hands stuffed in pockets or nursing a red solo cup filled with punch, on-looking the students on the dancefloor.

Robin sauntered over to Steve, slinging her suited arm over his shoulder, coming in close before she spoke.

“You all set for tonight? Big plan still in action?” Robin joked, her hand patting Steve’s shoulder as she spoke.

He rolled his eyes as he pushed the frames of his glasses back up his nose, “Please don’t call it a ‘big plan’, it makes it sound like some kind of scheme, Robin.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed, taking a sip from her cup, “I’d wish you good luck, Steve but I don’t think you’ll need it. Not from the way she’s been trying to sneak a glance at you everytime she thinks you’re not looking all night.” Robin said all cocky as she nodded over to where you were standing.

Steve tried not to let that linger in his mind too much, tried not to think about how he was doing the exact same thing to you all night. Teachers and students kept you away from him with their short conversations and jokes but Steve was damned if he was going to let that from carrying out his plan tonight.

As it got a little later, a little quieter, Steve finally found a minute to sneak up behind you, his large hand hovering over your back as he leaned in to ask, ‘You wanna get out of here?’

You snorted at the question and the implication of it, “You don’t wanna see who gets crowned Prom King and Queen, Mr. H?” you said with a smirk, raising one of your eyebrows.

“Not really my scene,” Steve said casually, “come on, there’s a great little diner just outside of town that does the best milkshakes. You’re telling me that doesn’t sound amazing right now?”

You couldn’t lie, that did sound amazing and so that’s how you found yourself sat on the hood of the burgundy BMW, strawberry milkshake in hand as the neon diner sign blinked in the dark sky. Steve’s dinner jacket thrown around your shoulders as the cool spring air nipped at your skin.

The space between you was silent, but a comfortable silence. The only sound around was the occasional car driving past and the hum of the radio of Steve’s car. It wasn’t until the next song ticked over that Steve made his first move,

Friday I’m in Love by The Cure began to flow throughout the speakers and out through the windows as Steve held his hand out to you, a coy smile on his face as he asked, “Dance with me?”

You placed your hand in his and you couldn’t help the heat that crept up your cheeks. He pulled you close, his hands held you at your waist whilst you tentatively slung yours over his broad shoulders. He swayed you back and forth in the diner parking lot, not giving a single damn about the funny looks you might be getting.

You giggled at the situation you found yourself in and Steve’s ears immediately pricked up at the sound, “What’s so funny?” he asked, voice quiet like he was afraid to disturb the peaceful moment between you.

“Oh, nothing,” you insisted, your mascara covered lashes fluttering against your cheeks, “I’ve just never slow danced to The Cure before and definitely never in a parking lot, either.”

“First time for everything,” Steve said so casually, so coolly, “and hey, it’s a good song!” He took your one hand in his now, as he span you around and back in again singing along to the words of Robert Smith.

Your hand hit Steve’s firm chest as he span you around again as he sang the words, “It’s Friday, I’m in love.” He couldn’t help but grin at you but you could only hide your bashful smile in Steve’s shoulder.

“Come on,” he cooed, “don’t get all shy on me now.” Steve dropped your hand now but let his long fingers tuck themselves under your chin so he could bring your gaze back to him.

You blinked up at him, all bright eyed and hopeful as if Steve’s eyes held all the answers. You whispered out a ‘sorry’ and you couldn’t help but let your gaze fall to his pretty pink lips.

“Can I try something?” He asked, voice as smooth as velvet. The way his fingers moved from your chin to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, how they lingered by your neck before they finally cupped your cheek, it told you that just maybe, you may be on the same page.

And so you nodded, laying your hands flat on his chest, waiting for what was coming. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed as Steve leaned in, his warm breath tickling your lips as he brushed them against your own.

The kiss was everything you ever could have dreamed of. Soft and sweet as the butterflies churned in your stomach, the metaphorical sparks igniting as Steve pulled you in closer with every second that went by. You felt as giddy as a teenager that was experiencing her first kiss, like it was your first date with your high school sweetheart, like it was your own senior prom.

Steve made you breathless and your knees weak. It was like all the feelings you tried to convince yourself that you didn’t have came bubbling back up to the surface, pouring out through your kiss. Nothing else mattered right now, except for you and Steve, standing in the middle of the diner parking lot.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for,” Steve breathed against your lips when you finally managed to pull yourself away from him long enough, “it’s been driving me crazy.”

You grinned before your bottom lip found its way between your teeth, your brain doing its best to muster up a quip in reply. Especially when all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss Steve again.

“Is that so?” you teased, fingers drawing circles over the material of Steve’s shirt, you could see the blush creeping on his cheeks underneath the neon lights, “well there’s more where that came from if you agree to take me out on a date. What do you say, Mr. H?”

[drummergetwicked]

Jason X Reader

“Tonight And Always”

By Drummergetwicked

Warnings: None. Total romantic fluff. Just a silly romantic fantasy I was having tonight. Thanks, hormones.

Tonight is a big charity gala in Kansas City and Jason has asked you to be his plus one. You never in your wildest dreams thought that moving to KC would mean you’d actually meet Jason Sudeikis, let alone that he’d ask you out and make you his girlfriend. But here you are, in his home, putting on a gown that he helped you shop for, getting ready to be the pretty thing on his arm for the night.

You told him that you want to make him wait to see you, to give him a “She’s All That” moment. So you’re using the guest room to get ready. Your favorite pump-you-up jams are playing and as you fumble with the deep red silken fabric and the blasted zipper, you’re starting to regret your decision to be cute and romantic rather than practical. But after a good few minutes and plenty of curse words, you finally get the damned thing zipped.

You fix your hair and look in the full length mirror. You’ve never felt more beautiful. Jason insisted that you try this gown on and he was right. The man has impeccable taste. A corseted bodice with a sweetheart neckline, draped sleeves, and a full skirt with a slit up the side. Gorgeous, timeless, sexy yet classy and it hugs you in all the perfect places.

“Y/N you almost ready, girl?!” You hear his deep voice reverberating up the stairs. You swiftly grab your shoes, bag and jacket. You take a deep breath as you take your first step down the staircase, Jason standing at the end watching you, waiting. His big hazel puppy dog eyes wide and beaming at you. But it’s you that’s breathless at the sight of him.

He’s dressed in a beautifully tailored navy blue three piece suit with a sky blue dress shirt and crimson silk tie with white dots. His hair perfectly styled. You’re so used to casual hoodie and ball cap Jason, that seeing him like this has your heart exploding and your eyes blinded by love dust.

“You’re a damn goddess, Y/N. Look at you. Just incredible.. holy moley.” He coos at you as he takes your hand to lay a sweet peck at your knuckles. You damn near trip over the last step from swooning.

“Jason, would you mind helping me with these shoes? I always have such a hard time with the tiny buckles and my nails.” “I’m at your service.” He says with a little flirty shoulder wiggle as you hand him your heels. You giggle as you sit yourself on the edge of an ottoman.

He so delicately takes your foot and places a shoe upon it, carefully fastening the ankle strap and repeats the process with the other. You can’t help but look at him with so much love and affection as he makes this small but sweet gesture. You lightly trace your fingers up his graying sideburn up into his hairline, beaming.

Looking up at you with those big eyes and their crinkles at the side, he asks sweetly “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?” Without a word you just cup his face and lay a tender kiss on his dimple, his cheek, up to that gray temple that does something indescribable to you. He lovingly placed his hand on yours, at his cheek. With tears beginning to form in your eyes, you whisper with your face upon his other bristled cheek: “you take my breath away.”

He maneuvers his lips to yours for a sweet, loving kiss and then looks into your eyes and asks softly “are you in love with me, baby?” Neither of you had said those words before. But lord did you feel it. You fought back more tears with a laugh and say “I never have been great at subtlety. I guess I am. Please don’t feel obligated to say it back.” You kiss him and put your arms around his neck as he leans into you, wrapping his arms around you. Still on his knee in front of you.

“I would never say that if I didn’t mean it. Not to you or anyone. But the feeling is mutual, Y/N. You take my breath away every day. You don’t even have to be here. Just thinking of you leaves me breathless. My heart just bursts with love for you.”

The tears are flowing now and you feel the wetness of a couple tears rolling down his cheek onto your arm. “Oh what a mess we’re going to look like at this thing we’re going to!” You laugh as you wipe his and your own tears away.

He chuckles and gets himself standing. Takes your hand as you stand next to him. He helps you on with your jacket and hands you your bag, pecks you on the cheek and offers up his arm. “I can’t wait to show my love off tonight. I’m proud to have you on my arm. Tonight and always.”

“And I’m proud to be on your arm. Tonight and always.” Two faces and two hearts beaming.

“Blinded by lovedust, what did I see? A million, a billion, a trillion stars.” -Luna

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[sweetlittlenamjoon]

BND as caregivers!

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jaehyun 🐶🌹

hyper hyper hyper

honestly more hyper than you most of the time

super duper excited when you ask him specifically to take care of you

loves to go for walks and go shopping

will be buying everything you touch so be careful

blanket forts and story time are a must

does the thing where he pick you up on his feet

and dancing while you stand on his feet

calls you baby, cutie, aegi

sungho 🐱✨

concerned mom

makes sure you eat

the rest of the boys (except riwoo) always forget bc theyre too busy playing w/ you

comfy socks and tea and candle vibes

lets you play with his hair

matching clippies!!!

lets you do his makeup even tho youre absolutely horrible and jaehyun makes fun of him

calls you sweetheart and little one

riwoo 🐥👟

little sweetie :]

pats your head a lot

is on snack duty with sungho

usually just ends up ordering way too much food tho

'i didn't know what you wanted so i got everything'

tells you to call him uncle

mostly so he can feel responsible enough to take care of you lol

really sweetly and slowly teaches you dances

sometimes just moves your arms to a dance lil a cat

calls you baby and bub

taesan 🐈🎸

now this is pookie

like bro just turns to mush any time you waddle your way into his room

lots of crafts

you have matching shirts you fabric painted together

and you made bracelets for everyone (taesan had to tie them off bc you kept dropping all the beads and about to cry)

buys story records when he finds them

very comfy bed times story with the cracklies

overall sweetie who will bite any of the boys of they make fun of him for being a softie

calls you little dude and honey

leehan 🦁🐟

we relaxing we vibing

SO much parallel play

him staring at the fish tank, you sitting next to him with a colouring book

sharing a snack in the middle of you

but also

infodumping back and forth

better with you when you're kid regressed than baby

he will still coo at you and give you lots of love but he has no clue how to care of you when really little

calls you kiddo and buddy

woonhak

brother/babysitter type

absolute menace team tho fr

finally someone on his side against the hyungs

but the secret is they still trust your sweet little baby innocence eyes so they never expect a thing

a very silly fun friend tho

makes you mac and cheese and ramyeon bc thats all he knows how to make

also makes some fire fits for you ngl

calls you dude and bro and stuff like that

[siriuslystargazing]

Sirius' Moving Castle PT2

I'm sorry it ended so quickly i wanted to get the chapter out ASAP

Edit:16/10/23 - Grammar and spelling changes :)

The morning sun broke through the windows, and a layer of frost still clung to the windows. Remus couldn’t keep warm. He tossed and turned as much as his old, weathered bones would let him. That was his first indentation to say what happened last night was definitely not a dream. Remus slid out of bed, his body still aching and feeling weaker than the night before. He looked down at his wrinkled hands; all the callouses he had built up being a cobbler were gone, just replaced by wrinkled, old, leathery skin. Remus wanted to cry. He could feel the tears pricking and the sob rising, but in his old age, how could he call? It was no use shedding tears. It was his fault for standing up to a wizard… who was also wicked and slated his mother's shop. Remus had a temper, and he didn’t keep it in check last night, resulting in such a harsh and cruel punishment. He never thought of himself as handsome or good-looking, just sort of plain and ordinary, nothing special. Remus wondered if that was the reason he was single…

Remus sat up, reaching out for the time; he grabbed his tarnished silver pocket watch. He was planning on polishing the damnd thing, but now his hands were laced with arthritis he feared he would never be able to shine the ornate stag design on the front. Remus sighed, clicking the button at the top, finding it a lot harder than before the face spang open, revealing it was ten twenty in the morning. Fuck. He was late for work. Remus always started his day at 6 am, grabbed breakfast and brought his mum a cup of tea before starting on a new pair of boots. Remus shuffled off the bed, hitting the cold hardwood floor. He hissed, wrapping his blanket tighter around his body, trying to keep what little warmth he had trapped. He pottered around his room, gathering his clothes, when a knock sounded at his door, followed by his mother's concerned voice.

“Remus darling, are you awake?”  

Remus panicked. He was going to have to reply, or she would be in here in seconds. Remus gulped, “Yes,--” his voice! It was so old and broken, all croaky like his grandfather was

“My goodness, you sound terrible. I'm coming–”

“--no, Don’t! I don't want to get you sick!” Remus called back, praying that Hope would not enter.

“If you say so, dear,” her sorrowful voice broke out “, I'm just heading into the city. Peter is looking after the shop, so do shout to him if you need anything.” 

“I will.” Remus waited for Hope to leave before getting dressed. He went over to the wash basin and looked into the small mirror above the pale of water.

No matter how many times he glanced at his wrinkled face, Remus was still shocked, but at least his clothes suited him more. His brown slacks and well-worn mandarin shirt finally found the old decrepit owner the garments craved. Remus pulled on his shoes. At least he was still agile enough to tie the laces and then start packing a small case. If a wizard cursed him, Remus was sure another wizard or witch would help him reverse the curse. Part of him hoped he would run into that handsome blond wizard again. Remus shook his head at the perverted, though, of course, the young, handsome wizard would never fall in love with him. It was silly. He grabbed his winter cloak from the hook and wrapped it around his old body, pulling to the hood to conceal his face, and headed downstairs.

Peter was anxiously wringing his hands as usual. He hated being put in charge. He had the backbone of a chocolate eclair when it came to angry customers. Remus shook his head but headed to his workshop, pulling one of the pairs of boots he finished the day before. They looked about the same size as the wizard who saved him. Perhaps if he were to bump into him again, he could bargain the boots as a way out of the curse. Remus opened his case, put the shoes inside with the spare clothes he packed, and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a loaf of bread and some cheese for his long journey.

Remus headed out the back entrance, not like Peter would have noticed anyway and made his way through the streets. Local men were discussing the war efforts. Remus just tuned them out. What was the point in ruining what little life he presumed he had left over that stupid war? As Remus continued through the village, the built-up areas began to stretch out, leaving small cottages and the local farmer at the end of the road with his wagon. Remus paced himself over to the farmer and his farm hand, asking if he could hop on the back of his cart towards the wastes. The farmer agreed but was still giving Remus a lecture on how dangerous his trip sounded for how old he was. Remus finally started to understand why some old people were so grumpy…

By four that afternoon, Remus had reached the Farm and the entrance to the wastes. Now, when people who have never visited the Kingdom of Griffdom are told about the wastes that connect the land, a few people assume it looks barren of life.  Black sludge coats the ground where grass should grow, and all manner of disgusting creatures live there. Still, in fact, the Western Wastes is beautiful, picturesque, even—rolling hills filled with wildflower meadows and distant snowcapped mountains. To any budding walker or hiker, it was the perfect trail, but to a wrinkled older man like Remus, it was actually hell on earth.

After the overly kind farmer's wife tried to persuade Remus to stay in the valley, Remus was very thankful, but he needed to find help and sped up the cliffside. Remus was sure he had made good progress and decided to stop for a while, pulling out his bread and cheese pack. He stared out to the village below. He had barely made any progress, and his body was starting to ache. The wind was getting too cold.  He looked down at his food. He still had half a loaf left, so Remus decided to pack the rest away and pull himself up with a satisfying round of cracks and pops as he sighed, straightening his back and continuing; at this point, Remus really wanted a walking stick. He looked everywhere for one, but the bushes all had thorns in them or weren’t long enough for what he deemed his freakishly long, stupid Lyall gene legs. His father was a skinny bastard like him. Remus was starting to think the curse was just having a mini-giant as a father. Still, Remus pressed on up the hill until he noticed a broken tree. Remus headed over to it. The stalk was thicker than he wanted, but it was long enough. As Remus got closer, he noticed a broken snare trapped within the ropes was a magnificent white stag! Well, the head of one followed by a human body that was covered in Hay? Remus couldn’t quite tell it was like a strange straw-like dress, as if he was a peculiar animal scarecrow. He wasn’t surprised he was in the wastes after all.

“Holy–” Remus slid down the bank and into the hole the stag-man was trapped in. Being old wasn't as bad. The strange second winds with adrenalin were fun. Remus pulled at the metal wire. The stag was surprisingly docile for such a grand, wild and awkward creature.  Remus gave the stage a few reassuring words of encouragement before releasing the final snare. The stag didn’t move, and Remus was growing impatient with the thing. 

“Well? I freed you. Do I at least get some form of repayment?” Remus grumbled; the Stag man didn’t so much as bleat or do anything; it just blinked. Remus shuddered. It was slightly unnerving, “as if I should be so lucky... Well, if you see a cane or anything, I'd really appreciate it,” Remus sighed. So, instead of getting another curse, Remus clawed his way out of the hole, dusting himself off and continuing on his journey. The wind had begun to pick up, and the white fluffy clouds soon wooshed by; Remus held on to his cloak as the wind worked against him up the hill when he heard the rush of another person running after him. Remus looked over his shoulder, the wind taking his hood and blowing through his floppy grey hair. “What on earth?” 

It was the Stag-Man running after him, his straw entire body cloak billowing in the wind, and in his hands was a cane. Remus’ jaw hung open as he watched the beast-man run up to him and offer the cane with a bowed head. Remus looked down at the outstretched cane, taking it. 

“Thank you, it’s perfect.” Remus looked up, smiling as tears pricked in his eyes. After the day he had, this was probably the kindest thing anyone had done for him; the stag-man began waving his arms around, trying to stop Remus from crying. It worked. He was now laughing.

“If you really want to help me, you could find me a place to stay, a house, a cottage, anything.” The stag-man blinked and ran down the hill. Remus smiled, waving him off. It seems you get more cunning in old age. Remus was never one to ask people for help; he favoured his independence too much, plus he hated being a bother to people. But he realised he couldn’t rely on his wits alone. He needed help, and if support came in the shape of a man with the head of a white stag dressed in a straw dress cape, then so be it.

The sky began to darken as the white clouds rolled away, and thick grey ones blew in from the east. Remus looked up, watching the breaks when the setting sun would break through. He sighed, catching a glimpse of the village he hadn’t gotten very far. Remus tried to push on but found the cold had set into his joints. He decided to stop pulling his cloak tighter when he heard the thrumming of machinery and soot blowing in the wind. He looked up to the sky, gasping at the sheer sight of the war machine flying in the air. Its iron-clad underbelly blocks the sweet sun and what little warmth it provides.  Remus got up as he smelt the sweet smoke of a log fire. He wondered if he had stumbled upon a lodge or something as he followed the smell of fire only to be met with the clanking and groaning of a mishmashed land ship thingy– in fact, Remus had no idea what the fuck that thing was, but it was definitely ugly looking. That meant one thing. It belonged to the Wizard brothers Sirius and Regulus Black.

It looked like a castle. A black house sat at the top with three towers, then a second house attached to a balcony, and then a face and the Stag-man chasing it and waving at Remus. 

“I know I said I wanted a place to stay”, Remus started “, but not the Black Brothers moving castle”, Remus exclaimed, clutching his cloak tightly as the feisty castle settled on the ground with a groan, its large mouth like thing on the front opening and a tail with a door rested on the floor smoke huffed out of the castle like a giant sigh. Remus wandered over to the door. The stag-man tilted his head, knowing he wouldn't fit, but Remus would. He knocked on the rickety old wooden door, but there was no answer. Usually, people wouldn’t just trespass, but he was old and tired and old, and he felt entitled to it, seeming that it technically was Sirius' fault that he— Right. That.

Remus stepped inside, and a soft blanket of warmth lulled him in further, but he turned to the stag man. “I can’t thank you enough, Stag-Man! I hope you find happiness one day.” Remus felt younger in his soul as he smiled at the beast man. He didnt reply, just bowed his head. 

Remus stepped inside the ‘castle’, staking out the place. It was manky and disgusting. A thick layer of dust coated every surface and furnishing in the limited sight. He continued up the steps. Open spellbooks with coffee stains were strewn across the already cluttered table. Remus winced at the sight. Who could treat books like that? It was bloody barbaric; considering the owners were wizards, you would think they would have more respect for literature. Remus sighed, using a wooden spoon to push the filth of the book. He couldn’t make heads or tales of the script.

“That is some curse you have their gramps”, a crackly voice came from behind Remus. He whipped around, arming himself with a spoon. “Calm down and hand some of that wood, would you? I’m starting to crackle”, the voice came out again. Remus looked down at the fire pit. A tiny orange ember clung to a log swamped in a mountain of soot. Remus pulled up a dining chair and fed the fire. Two eyes popped out, and two stingy arms began peeling the bark off. Remus just stared in awe. “that is a nasty spell; it won’t be easy to break.” The fire sighed, munching on the fresh logs. Remus's mouth hung open. “oof, and you can’t even talk about it! Yikes, you must have really pissed off the wrong wizard,” Remus composed himself. This was happening. He was about to talk to an actual fire.

“Are you... Are you Sirius?” Remus asked, getting closer and letting the heat warm his weary bones

“No, I'm the great and powerful Fire Demon Calcifer.” Calcifer grew bigger as colourful flames whipped around him. Before coughing and returning to his average size, Remus contemplated an idea. What if he asked this demon to help him

“Could you break the spell on me?” Remus asked on the edge of his seat. Calcifer laughed, peeling another strip of bark.

“Sure, as long as you break the spell that keeps me in this rat-infested dump.”

“A fool's bagin then.” Remus sat back in his hair, tapping his cane on the wooden floor. He inwardly cringed. That was something Lyall would do. 

“No, a good bargain”, Calcifer began to beg. “Look, Sirius chained me to this palace and worked me to near death all day, every day!... Look, if you figure out the secret to this spell, it breaks, and that means I can break your licker split.” Calcifer looks at Remus with triumph in his strange fire eyes; Remus scoffs, sinking further into his chair, his eyes going heavy as the swell lul of sleep begins to take hold of him. “

“All right then, calcium–” Remus yawned, smacking his lips together like an old man. “it's a deal.”

Regulus urgently came down, buttoning his waistcoat and fixing his jet-black hair so it didn’t look so ‘I just got out of bed.’ 

“Portheaven door”, Calcifer grumbled, irritated by the constant knocking. Regulus made an angry noise, grabbing a cloak from the coat rack and stopping at Remus’ sleeping form. 

“Who is this?” Regulus pointed at Remus, who was pretending to be asleep 

“Port–haven–Door!” Calcifer hissed. Regulus rolled his eyes, donning his disguise and going down the steps. 

“Changing to Porthaven stand by”, Regulus muttered, turning the door handle, and the little circle with an iron balck arrow clicked and changed to the colour blue. Remus watched through the corner of his eye, Regulus had opened the door to a small harbour town. A fat mayor was stating there two seamen by his side, he was there requesting the presence of the great Wizard Jenkins, whoever that old fart was. Still, Regulus was quick to shoo them off and closed the door, thumbing through the summons letters he was given and discarding them on the cluttered table. Remus was already up and feeding a few logs to Calcifer, trying his best to be invisible, but when you are a strange old man in a castle, you sort of stand out. Regulus just watched, folding his arms. 

“And who might you be, Gramps?” Regulus started. Remus continued to feed the fire and returned to his seat. 

“Calcifer, let me in”, he hummed. Warming his wrinkled hands, Regulus looked at the fire, raising an eyebrow.

“I did not!” Calcifer spewed embers. “he wandered in from the wastes.” 

Regulus stiffened. “The wastes! Did you make sure he isn't a wizard, let alone a Death Eater?!” Regulus hissed 

“Do you really think I would let a Death Eater in here–” the doorbell rang, making Calcifer wince. “Porthaven door again”, he sighed. Regulus rolled his eyes again. Well, if the old man was not a wizard, he supposed he could stay. Regulus once again donned his disguise and answered the door to a young girl asking for a spell. Remus was in awe once more as the bell rang again, and Calcifered announced it was the Gryffindor door. He watched Regulus turn the handle, and the circular plate clicked to the red and just behind was the royal capital. 

“Do you mind? I’m trying to work here, Grandpa,” Regulus grumbled.  Remus took a step back, trying to curb his enthusiasm. 

“Sorry, it’s just–”

“Ugh, whatever, I’m getting something to eat.” Regulus removed his cloak disguise, heading to the table covered in exotic foods and prime cuts of meat, opting for the bread and cheese; Remus frowned. No wonder he was so skinny if he ate bread and cheese. All the time 

“Don’t you want some eggs and bacon?” he asked, filling a basket full of eggs and grabbing the fresh bacon hashes.

“As much as I would, Sirius isn’t here, so I can’t use the fire.”

Remus scoffed, grabbing the black pan that had barely been used since it was purchased off the wall. “don’t worry, I can cook”, Remus hummed. Regulus stopped watching Remus pot around. He snorted. “Good look, getting Caclifer to do what you want. He’s as stubborn as they come.” 

Calcifer stuck his tongue out, and whisps of green ember flicked off as he glared at Remus. “yeah, I won’t take any orders from you, gramps.”

Remus ignored him, setting the basket down and rolling his shirt sleeves up. “all right, Calcifer. Let’s get cooking.”

“I am a powerful fire demon. I. Don’t. Cook!” Calcifer roared, coughing a little on his flames, but Remus was unfazed, raising an eyebrow

“Really, well, I suppose Sirius would enjoy knowing about our little bargain”, Remus whispered to the angry fire, which quickly died down. 

“You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”

“Try me.” 

Calcifer glared at Remus as he placed the pan down on top of him and added bacon. 

“Here’s another curse… may all your bacon burn”, Calcifer muttered as Regulus watched on; Remus actually got the stubborn fire to listen to him. The bacon happily sizzled in the pan when Remus asked Regulus his name. Regulus was hesitant to introduce himself but realised if Calcifer obeyed and trusted the older man, he supposed he could too. Remus happily fired more bacon. Regulus helped by finding the kettle when the door clicked to black, drawing everyone's attention.

Sirius stepped through the door front, the inky void behind him; his blond hair lay limp, covering his eyes; concern quickly brushed over Regulus' face. Remus also stopped cooking, looking over at the wizard. So Sirius really was the one who saved him!