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snookienthusi4st · 4 days

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mello sfw alphabet

warnings: language, gn! reader, angst if you squint, reader gets called pretty/gorgeous, pet names(doll), mentions of violence, mentions of sex

sfw, just suggestive

a (affection)

mel’s super possessive. not because he doesn’t trust you, he just likes having you all to himself. so i feel like he’d have no reluctance to show you any type of public affection, and will probably be touchy given the time and place.

like an arm around your waist in a crowd or a quick lil kiss before he goes somewhere

b(best friend)

i feel like we can agree that mello is a very distrustful person, so it’ll take time for him to even consider opening up to you. nothing personal, it’s just how things have always been for him.

but be patient, and whether it’s obvious to you or not, he will develop a soft spot for you and will come to enjoy spending time with you :3

c(cuddles)

this guy is so touch starved this answer’s a no brainer

maybe he’ll brush off the idea at first because he has that big of an ego, but if you ever lie down next to him and hug him around his neck he’s gonna consider crying and will not let you leave until the time he sees fit

as tough as he seems, he has such a soft heart and those moments where you two are holding each other are what push him to get through another long day

d(domestic)

it’s hard to tell if he would settle down. i know he would want to but the mafia stuff is making me rethink

unfortunately i think the closest he’ll ever get to settling down is having you move into their base thingy, which seems decent in theory minus the shootouts, yelling, blood etc etc

e(ending)

if he ever had to break things off, it wouldn’t be by choice. but like i said earlier he does grow a soft spot for you, and might distance himself because he doesn’t want you in danger

he’s involved with a lot of menacing people and the thought of you getting hurt or him getting hurt after you get attached could be too much for him to carry

f(fiancée)

wouldn’t get married cause of the mafia stuff and having to stay undercover, but i do think you guys would get to that level if that makes sense

like no documented marriage but after a while you guys are conjoined at the hip so it’s obvious you guys want to have a future together even without the rings

g(gentle)

it’s kind of out of character for him to be gentle by any means but if you guys get close enough, he’ll start warming up to you

whenever he attempts to be gentle it’s the hottest thing ever and he doesn’t even realize it. he’ll tone down his voice a bit cause we all know he can get a bit high strung or he’ll lean down a bit and tilt your chin up to hear you better

also he really likes people looking at him when they talk to him so once you guys start dating some of those mannerisms will be coupled with small little coaxes

“look at me, doll. there she/he is, you’ve got such a pretty face.”

h(hugs)

he wouldn’t initiate them cause he’s too nervous cool to ask

but if you’re a hugger then he’ll gladly accommodate! he’ll return it normally and let you stay as long as you want within reason, probably run a hand down your back or ruffle your hair if you’re already dating

i(i love you)

give it a while, but he will tell you he loves you eventually! prepare to be incredibly shocked when he does because the man will catch you off guard

and he’ll probably go about it like he’s already said it a million times and he’ll be surprised by how emotional you get if you’re a sensitive person

“have i told you i love you yet? no? wait, the hell are you crying for? you’re such a baby..”

and he’s holding you close while you both laugh about it together

j(jealousy)

so mel’s less jealous and more protective. not to the extent where he’ll go and hurt someone over talking to you but he has a killer stink eye

and then later on when you get a moment alone he’ll be all over you, kisses on your neck and running his hands over your waist and collarbones

not cause he’s envious of whoever got to talk to you but because he likes knowing he’s the only one that can get this physically close to you. it’s like an unsaid reassurance for him

k(kisses)

his kisses get rougher over time but it depends on where you two are, like he’s not gonna shove his tongue down your throat in front of the mafia members

subtle, quick kisses in public, on your forehead or on your cheek. he probably won’t give you many in public unless you ask, and he’ll have that lil smirk on his face when you do like aww you want me so bad

but in private he has no shame in heavy makeouts, his lips careful but firm against yours as he holds the back of your head to cradle you against him as you kiss :3

l(little ones)

homegirl hasn’t been around kids since 500 BC, and wammy’s doesn’t really count since he was a kid then too

wouldn’t end up having any kids, since he doesn’t want anyone born into a mafia “household,” but he’d be like awkward in a cute way if he ever encountered a kid

do not let him around babies though, he’ll freak the fuck out

“am i holding it right?” and he’s holding it upside down

m(mornings)

mornings are slightly chaotic when you live at their base. if you’re lucky enough you two get a cuddle session in before you hear people fighting outside

during kira, he’d be up earlier than you and out of bed already to work on the case stuff

but as soon as he’d hear you start to stir and wake up he’d sit at the foot of your bed and wait for you so he could greet you :3

n(nights)

work work work, especially during kira, but he’d always do his best to make time for you. maybe he’d have you straddling his lap and napping on him while he works, just so he gets to feel your body against his

you usually turn in earlier than he does but on the rare case where he’s ready for bed at the same time as you, you guys cuddle or have sex before you both fall asleep

o(open)

so he’s not a super open book considering he’s literally undercover half the time

but a while after you guys start dating he’d tell you his real name, but he’d urge you not to call him by it unless told that you could

he doesn’t want either of you two getting hurt but especially not you

p(patience)

his patience is usually pretty thin as shown in the series but he really does try for you

he’s super passionate about things so something that might get him slightly impatient is if you’re like super deadpan and nonchalant about things he vocally shows an interest in

not a lot of ways to get completely under his skin though, man’s been through hell and back

q(quizzes)

i see him as the type to forget a few minor details about your likes and dislikes but to remember the things that matter to you the most

like your favorite color, gifts you want, things you like about yourself, he’ll remember it all

r(remember)

his favorite thing he remembers about your relationship is probably the night he saw you after kira was apprehended

just seeing your gorgeous face and knowing that he wouldn’t have to worry about you being prematurely taken away from him made him feel so whole

he hugged you when he saw you and his voice was really shaky but he never ended up crying or so you saw

s(security)

he’s secure about your bond/commitment but he’s really insecure about himself :(

like he trusts you and knows you won’t leave but he feels like you deserve better than a mafia scarface like him

he dreads the day you’ll kiss his scar and tell him how beautiful he still is because the waterworks will be showing up VERY fast(should i make a fic about this)

t(try)

will definitely make an effort!! for anniversaries he’s got you covered on gifts, nothing you can’t buy with mafia money

but he’ll make sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you too, last thing he wants to be in a relationship is superficial

u(ugly)

some bad habits of his are being a workaholic and sometimes raising his voice

if you ever have an argument, he won’t raise his voice to try and scare you. it’s just how he’s gotten people to listen whenever he’s getting his point across in any type of conversation so if he ends up freaking you out he’ll definitely reel it back in and apologize

and he’s a total workaholic, but he manages to make time for the things he cares about, like you

also bottles his emotions up half the time since that’s what he was indirectly taught to do at wammy’s, so sometimes you have to sit him down and really reassure him before he cracks and opens up

v(vanity)

absolute fashionista

whenever he’s outside, he always has one of his fire fits on, extra points if you dress up too

you guys definitely go shopping together if you have similar or even contrasting styles

seems like the type to let you wear that big fur jacket he has whenever you’re cold and tease you about it later

w(whole)

after some time, he can feel you growing into a piece of him. like you’ve become such a big part of his life that he can’t imagine it without you

this was a big struggle back during kira, because he felt like you’re the only person that would ever love him that much and the only person he could love as much as he does

lots of nights where he’d spiral and stress, resulting in comfort from you that eventually calmed him down, until the case was finally over

x(xtra hcs)

will absolutely play dress up with you if you let him

like it won’t usually lead up to sex of any kind but it’s so intimate, just having him pick out your clothes and gently undress and redress you

even better if it’s his clothes, he’ll be so proud of himself like damn he really lucked out with you

“think this dress is my favorite on you, y/n..you really are gorgeous.”

“that shirt’s big on you. it’s a cute look, though, maybe you should keep it.”

y(yuck)

obviously all of this is subject to accommodate but he doesn’t fairly enjoy people he has to repeat important stuff for(unless it’s a normal amount and you genuinely didn’t hear him lmao) like no he will not tell you that for the fifth time

also he likes smart people and he’ll still like people that at least try to be smart, but the man does not fuck with airheads. like if you’re identical to misa if not more extreme personality wise, he will take forever to come around to you

z(zzz)

light sleeper, but he eventually starts sleeping better and getting into a better schedule after you two start sleeping together

another one of the reasons he’s so grateful for you

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coming-lieutenant · 1 year

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Hello!

Got another idea about younger detective and how Hank can't believe she likes him, so he thinks she spends time with them for Connor, until she's fed up with all of this and kisses him. Maybe in front of DPD 👀.

Thanks Queen/King/any other royality you might identifies with 💖😌

Get a Fucking Clue

A/N: Sorry for the delay 😭 my life literally imploded over the last week and a half and I finally got the ship back on course. I hope you enjoy it!! I’m so sorry it took me so long!

Cool, refreshing air envelopes your body, a comforting contrast to the summer heat outside as you walk step into the Detroit Police Precinct. Today marks the beginning of a new journey for you as a criminal investigator. Over are the days of sitting on the side of the road, in alleys, waiting for someone to break into a building, mug some unsuspecting passerby, or any of the other unsavory activities that occur under the moonlight of this restless city. Now, you get to work among some of DPD’s finest on the scenes of the crimes, solving crimes with much higher stakes.

You take a breath, trying to keep yourself cool and collected as you walk into the Bull Pen. You’ve been in here before, but typically you didn’t spend much time here. You walk through, looking at the desks, looking for the lieutenant and his partner you’ve been assigned to train under. You see a man, or android, rather, as you can tell by the bright blue LED on his temple, sitting at a desk. You recall being told the partner in question was an android detective sent by Cyberlife, and though you don’t see anyone sitting with him, you approach anyway.

“Hello. You must be Connor,” you say, greeting the android as you walk up to the desk. He looks up from his computer at you. “Hello,” he says, giving you a warm smile, “I am in fact. Can I help you with something?” You look at the empty desk across from him. “Have you seen Lieutenant Anderson this morning?” You ask, puzzled by his absence. Connor smiles again. “It would be surprising if I had. I’ll call him and let him know you’re here.” He picks up his phone, calling Lieutenant Anderson. He looks mildly surprised as his call is answered. “Lieutenant? Our trainee is here. She wishes to meet you.” He’s quiet for a moment, seemingly listening to the response. “Alright. I’ll let her know.” Connor hangs up the phone, looking to you, “He wanted me to inform you he’ll be here in fifteen minutes. He said you may sit at his desk until he arrives if you want.” You smile, nodding. “I think I will.”

You sit at his desk, taking in the various items he has scattered around. He’s got a little plant, which makes you smile, and a picture of a saint bernard dog. He’s also got stickers all over his computer screen, almost completely covering the screen itself. You scan your eyes over the snarky and sarcastic stickers, referencing his disdain for his ex-wife, happy people, and complaints.

Just as you finish reading them, you catch the motion of someone approaching out of the corner of your eye. You look up to see a particularly tall man, taller than Connor, with shaggy, silver hair and a brown leather jacket approaching. You smile, standing up. “You must be Lieutenant Anderson,” you greet, holding your hand out for him to shake. He stands in front of you, an apathetic yet curious look on his face as he shakes your hand. The contact nearly sends a shiver down your spine, heat blossoming in your hand and running all the way up your arm, settling in your cheeks. “Unfortunately.” He responds, looking down at you. “Are you the new kid Fowler wants me to train?” Your smile falters a little bit, taken aback, but you’re not one to back down at the first sign of trouble. You stand up a little straighter, smiling at him confidently. “I actually have several years of patrol under my belt.” This makes him chuckle. “I consider ‘several’ five or more years. How many you got?” He retorts. You cross your arms, still smiling. “Four. But regardless, I’m not fresh meat, Lieutenant, and I’m sure someone as experienced as yourself will have no problem training me up in no time,” you quip. This finally gets you a smirk from the detective. He sits down in his chair, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Your training under Hank went like that for months. Sarcastic comments from Hank, witty replies thrown right back in his face from you, Connor being an unfortunate bystander, day in and day out. As the days went by, you found yourself growing… Particularly fond of Hank. It was nearing the end of your training, meaning working so closely alongside Hank and Connor was about to come to and end, and you would be assigned to cases on your own and eventually be issued your own partner. As exhilarating as it was, finally having the world in your hands, it was bittersweet. You found yourself waking up in the morning eager to go to work, and though you were in some degree of denial about it, deep down you knew you weren’t eager to work. You were eager to see Hank.

Hank was grumpy, cynical, and spiteful, yes. Absolutely he was. Concurrently, though, you knew that, much like Connor, he had grown a soft spot for you. In fact, much to Connor’s chagrin, he seemed to have more of a soft spot for you than he did for even his android partner. Of the three of you, you were the most likely to make mistakes. To get things wrong. Regardless, he always met your self criticisms with defensiveness. Defense of you. He never let you feel like you weren’t a good enough detective, or like you would never be able to make it on your own. And, though you would never let him know it, the banter between the two of you, when it happened, never failed to light a fire deep inside you. It was exhilarating to go back and forth with him, and you basked in the attention of it.

Nearing the end of your training with Hank, only weeks out from it, you found yourself standing outside of Chicken Feed with Hank. Connor sat in the car, as usual, seemingly wanting to give the two of you space as he slowly caught onto your feelings for Hank. You smile at Hank. “Only a couple more weeks of this, huh?” you quip. Hank chuckles. “Yep. You’re lucky, you only have to deal with two more weeks of this ugly mug. Connor over there has to put up with it until further notice,” he responds, motioning to Connor in the car with the sandwich in his hands. “You’re going to miss him, aren’t ya?” he says, laughing. A look of confusion spreads across your face, and you look at him with furrowed brows. “Miss who?” Hank gives you a knowing look. “Connor.” He says, as though it’s the most obvious statement in the world. You are thoroughly perplexed by this. “Oh, uh… Yeah? I guess so.” You’re not sure what the point of the question is, but you finish your lunch anyway, not much of a word from either of you as you finish eating.

Back at the station, Hank’s words repeat like a broken record in your head. You sit with him, once again in Connor’s absence, as the two of you quietly work on filing through cases. Suddenly, Hank speaks. “You know, I think you should tell him how you feel.” You sit up, crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair. “Hank, what in god’s name are you talking about?” you demand, looking incredulously at him. He looks back up at him. “Connor. You should tell him how you feel. I mean, even when there’s no case, you’re always hanging around. You always seem to laugh when you’re with him, and you blush all the time. I think before your training is done, you should tell him how you feel.” You stand up, running your hand through your hair and sighing, pacing slightly away from your chair as you are struck with disbelief, not knowing how to respond. You’ve never in all your years seen someone be so dense. He starts to talk again. “Listen, I didn’t mean to stress you out, I just think-“ Suddenly, you know exactly what you should do. You spin on your heel, cutting him off as he speaks by grabbing him by the collar and slamming your lips onto his. Hank’s hands are suspended in mid-air where they had been while he spoke, and they slowly move to your arms, gently touching you as he begins to kiss back. After a moment, you pull away, smiling. “Still think it’s Connor I’ve taken an interest in?” Hank stares at you, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips as seemingly the whole bull pen stares at the two of you in disbelief. Hank chuckles, speechless. And you smirk, returning to your chair, satisfied with yourself as you return to your work. Finally, the man has gotten a fucking clue.

#hank anderson x reader #dbh x reader #hank dbh x reader

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Birthday Blues (J.S.)

A/N: I’m back! My laptop has been broken for awhile, and while I haven’t bought a new one, a friend is letting me have her old one until I do. I have so many ideas to bring to you guys, and it’s great to be back :)

You are fuming.

You gave Jake the benefit of the doubt this morning when he mentioned nothing about your birthday because maybe he was too blinded by being tired, but when he left for class without saying anything, you realized he had forgotten. At first, you tried to understand. He had a lot on his plate with the death mission he could be sent on, but when he said he had to stay later at the Hard Deck because he and Rooster planned a pool game today, you were wondering how he forgot your birthday but not a pool game to show up Rooster.

“Hey, Jake? Where are you?” You ask into the phone, and you can hear the loud music playing in the background along with the laughs of Jake’s friends.

“I’m still at the Hard Deck, Baby. Is something wrong?” You know Jake. While he’s trying to still seem like the calm and cool guy his friends know, you can tell he’s concerned. You can see him leaning against the wall while watching Rooster take his turn in your mind.

“Just wondering because if you’re waiting to tell me happy birthday until the exact time, you’re thirty minutes late.” You look out the window and at the beach, hoping his face is covered in shock. It’s silent for a few minutes, but you swear you can hear whispering. Then, there’s laughing, but not from Jake. It’s Rooster. Dude! I can’t believe you forgot her birthday! Haha, I hope she beats your ass, man.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I got caught up in this whole mission thing and–”

“But you remembered your game with Rooster?” Again, it’s silent for a beat. He sighs into the phone, and he says a goodbye to the gang before the music begins to fade from the speaker.

“No, no, Jake. Go back inside and finish your game. I’ll just call my mom and dad so I can have a little celebration.” You threaten because you know that he knows your parents will give him hell for this slip up. They will never let it go.

“God, no. Look, I’ll come home, and we can do whatever you want. We can watch that god awful remake of Footloose you like even though the original is so much better.” Jake groans which gets you to laugh a little bit, and so does he.

“I’m still mad, Jake.” You mention when the laughter dies down.

“I know. Why don’t you come down to the Hard Deck and tell Penny all about my disrespectful attitude and get yourself a free drink?” The offer is tempting, but you know that if you go down to the bar, he’ll just try to sweeten you up to forget his mistake. Then again, the hundreds of dollars that he’ll have to spend at a packed bar on the weekend seems very tempting and a good punishment.

“Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” You grumble, and he lets out a small cheer with a short I love you! Walking over to your closet, you wonder what you should wear. You know that you’ll want to go to the beach at some point when you’re there so you decide to go for the “shorts and bikini top for shirt” look, but to rub it in Jake’s face more, you wear one of Rooster’s hawaiian shirts he lent you after someone spilt their drink on you at the Hard Deck.

Once you arrived, it was oddly quiet for the bar even if it was a slow day. There’s no music or chatter, so you slowly walk up to the doors with your guard up. Just as you pass you walk through the door, the entire bar jumps out and yells Surprise!

“Jesus wept!” You cry out, hand over your heart. Jake walks over to your hunched over form with a beer in his hand.

“Happy birthday, Baby.” His smile is infectious, and you wonder how lucky you are to have tied down Jake Seresin. Though, his original “charm” still lingers as his eyes stay glued to your chest until you start walking over to his group, the bar returning to its original environment.

“Now, that is a look, Sweetheart.” Rooster comments when he sees his shirt slowly falling off your shoulders from the surprise. You smile at him as he comes over to you for a hug. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, and he whispers a wish of happy birthday in your ear.

“Wait, that’s Rooster’s shirt?” Jake questions, holding the collar of the fabric in his hands. You give a smug smile to the rest of the group as Jake continues to stand behind you. When you turn around, you slide the fabric the rest of the way off of your body and hold it in your hand.

“Let me take it off if it bothers you so much.” Your voice is smooth as you hear the rest of the group cheer behind you. Slowly, you turn back around to place the shirt on Rooster’s shoulder. Now standing in only shorts and a bikini top, you lean back on the pool table staring directly at Jake whose jaw is now tense.

“Don’t you think you tortured me enough?” He whines. Jake Seresin whines. You laugh and walk back up to him and hug his waist. He places a kiss on your head as Fanboy fake gags.

“I can’t believe Jake’s gone soft.” Coyote teases, and Jake shakes his head.

“I’d do anything for this woman, but she definitely doesn’t make me soft.” You all groan at the innuendo, and you are tempted to walk away into the ocean.

“I’m leaving. Bye, Roos.” You wave to Bradley before running out of the bar with a call of Thank you, Penny! You hear Jake’s footsteps pick up behind you, so you let out a squeal when you reach the sand, taking off as fast as you could. Just when you think you’ve gotten away from him, he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder.

“Jake Seresin, you put me down right now!” You punch at his back with a laugh, but he just squats down a bit as if he’s going to drop you.

“You really wanted me to feel bad about forgetting your birthday, huh?” He smiles as he stares at the pier. You take in the silence and close your eyes. Even though he forgot your birthday, you take in his body on yours, his smell, the coolness of the night, and you relish in it. You open up your eyes and see the wooden floor of the pier, and Jakes puts you down.

“I asked you out here.” He states, leaning over the railing. You remember that night. You called him a dick for throwing Pete off the railing that first night and left to check on him. Once you saw he was okay, you took a walk to the pier. Once he found you, he apologized to you about how he can act around his friends.

“That you did. I thought you were such an asshole.” You mirror him and lean over the railing. He scoots over and lays his head on your shoulder.

“And now?” He asks, but you stay silent with a grin on your face. Jake looks at you with fake hurt. He puts his hands in his pockets before looking down at the ground.

“I am really sorry I forgot about your birthday.” He sounds like he could cry. Your heart feels for him, and you start to feel really bad for the things you’ve done tonight.

“Just because I forgot doesn’t mean I didn’t get you a present, though.” He walks back up to the pier and takes a small box out of his pocket. Because the box has a lid that slides on, you think it’s earrings. Giddy, you open the box and see a diamond ring inside. Your breath hitches.

“I bought that the morning after we met, and I thought about giving it to you when I saw you again. That seemed too forward, though.” He lets out an awkward laugh. You take the ring out with shaky hands and place it gently on your finger.

“...If I say no, do I get to keep the ring?” You look up at his nervous face becoming serious with the tilt of his head.

“Baby..” He warns and you just close the box and hand it back to him.

“I would’ve said yes if you gave it to me that day.” You mention as he stares at the ring on your finger. He holds the hand and kisses it.

“I know. You’re obsessed with me.” You shove him away. He just laughs and pulls you in for a hug. It’s different now, but a good difference. He sways you two slightly and hums a random tune you’ve never heard. A part of you wants to run into the Hard Deck and yell that you’re engaged, but another part wants to keep this moment to the both of you.

“This means you can’t be going on deathly missions every year. When you left to save Pete and Bradley last year, I was so worried.” You squeeze him tighter, pushing your face into his chest.

“This means you have to stop doing your weird flirting with Rooster.” You can feel his chin on your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back.

“But then how will I rile you up?” He pinches your hip, and you yell out, smacking his chest.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

Thank you for reading! Requests are open :)

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slytherinshalo · 15 days

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁

parts: 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈

「 𖤐 MORANA 𖤐 」

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑, me and tom have grown closer, and I think I like him like, like him like him, and I might be thinking to much into it but I think he likes me too, we’ve been going on dates a lot too.

He’s even taking me with him on family trips, we’ve been all over Europe and I can say it’s been the best time of my life, i’ve never been this happy before and I don’t want it to end.

𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, he asked be to be his date to the yule ball, me and the girls are going to go dress shopping soon, I can’t wait, I wonder if he’ll like the dress I pick, will he like the dress on me, maybe I shouldn’t go all the other girls will probably look way prettier than me, maybe he’ll even ditch me for one of them.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, merlin I look horrendous in this dress I why did I buy it. Tom will definitely ditch me tonight salazar i’m so stupid for think he would actually like me. as I walk downstairs the stairs to the common room I see him talking to our friends, james then nudge Tom and he looks at me, merlin I think i’m gonna throw up.

「 𖤐 TOM 𖤐 」

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, salazar slytherin she looks so beautiful, no she looks divine in that dress, I watched as she walked down the stairs, I got up to greet her, meeting her at the end of the stairs I take her hand kissing the back of it, keeping eye contact with her while doing so. I noticed she’s wearing the bracelet I got her two days ago it looks so beautiful against her skin.

I have to do it tonight, I have to ask her to be my girlfriend, I hope she accepts, I’ve been in love with her since second year, before I even knew what was happening to her, before I saw the blue and purple bruises, before I saw the various size cuts, I only saw a girl who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

the moment the doors opened and we walked down the stairs all eyes were on us, I grabbed her hand rubbing my thumb up and down it to calm her nerves, since I know she’s not the biggest fan of large crowds.

as the night went on we danced together, to say she looked beautiful would be a understatement, the whole night I couldn’t take me eyes off of her. But she looked like something was bothering her and I couldn’t help but ask her, “little lamb what’s on that pretty mind of yours?”, she looked at me then looked way “I just-i” “take your time love” I say while moving a lose strain of hair. “I feel like you don’t like how I look in this dress, you probably want to ditch me for some other girl”

I looked at her before pulling her close, something she only lets me do. “Little lamb you look so divine in this dress, and I would never leave you for another girl, I wanted to come here with you tonight because I don’t want anyone else but you, morana” she stopped dancing and just started at me, oh merlin I think I just messed up shit.

「 𖤐 MORANA 𖤐 」

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, did he just- did he just confess that he likes me.. holy salazar slytherin he did, ok ok morana calm down keep cool just tell him how you feel back.

“I- Tom-I like you too, and I’m sorry if my overthinking ruined the night for you I didn’t mean to I swear-“ he cut me off before I could start rambling thankfully, “morana, you didn’t ruined the mood, my love you could never do that” as the night went on we danced until my feet started hurting, me and tom sat and talked until the late night and we had to go back to our common rooms.

No way he just fucking carried me to my dorm room and took off my heals, undid my hair and removed my makeup, hell he even undid my dress and ran me a bath and carried me to my bathroom. He didn’t even protest when I told him I would be fine and he didn’t need to stay in the bathroom with me. Once I was done I was getting into my bed I heard a knock on my door, going to see who it was.

「 𖤐 TOM 𖤐 」

𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, I can’t believe I actually did it, bloody hell she’s-she’s my girlfriend morana gaunts is my girlfriend. After pulling myself together I went to her dorm.

“I wanted to see if I could possibly stay here with you tonight, if you’re comfortable with that”I anxiously waited for her answer. “Sure yea I’m comfortable with that”

One more part after this

#slytherin #slytherinshalo #black authors #shifting blog #shifting realities #fuck jkr #harry potter #black reader #reality shifting #slytherin boys #slytherin girls #wife of tom riddle snr #tom riddle sr #morana gaunts

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Had the cutest wolverine idea.

Wolverine is dating oc, had been a few years and she’s worried he might not get up the nerve to propose and so she buys a ring and proposes to him. He’s a bit stunned, realizing internally as he accepts right away (he’s not gonna let her think for a second he wouldn’t) that he was subconsciously due to losing his exes to death in various ways he was putting it off a bit to give her a chance to leave him if she didn’t want to stay with him.

They have a talk and he’s prepped if she wants to for the biggest grandest wedding of her dreams. He’ll dust off his grandfather’s uniform to the title he inherited (I usually go with Baron) and book the church even if him and Victor have to sabotage a few events to make sure her chosen day is free.

Oc wants a wedding underneath a giant tree, or in a cave though. (It’s a cute idea give me the benefit of the doubt) Throwing him off a bit but he’s up for it, inherited tons of land in Canada on the family estate and they can take some hikes and find the biggest trees or caves she might like for the date.

50 guests max but optimal 30. Again, done deal and better for a quicker date for the deal she wants to get done soon to not wait. Plus oc is not much for being the center of attention so he’s down to take hosting or causing a scene to keep her comfy on their big day.

Magneto is officiating. He knew her gran and is her only family and let’s be honest Erik gets tearful and is down to ensure James behaves and has her day done to perfection without any worries of mood or sass from him.

Deadpool is walking her down the aisle. Not a hard ask Wade has been her adopted brother and James has learned to work with him through war and in his meddling to get the two gunshy lovebirds to start dating in the first place. Plus he’d just parachute in if he wasn’t involved in some way anyways when he found out.

James insists on a big ring, oc likes a vintage one they’ve been pining over for years and he takes them to go and buy it. Silencing an irritation for the salesman there who had to watch them sigh over the ring when they came to the shop until the day he was able to buy it for her. Expensive after a few mount repairs/sizing and cleaning it up, but well worth it for her dream ring.

Oc wants a big detailed dress. Adorable to James he says he doesn’t care if it’s 50k he will foot the bill for whatever she wants for their cave/forest wedding.

Big cake. Again, not a bad expense, he’s down for what she wants.

BBQ meal after. Good he can spend his stag party hunting some stag and fishing for the meal she wants. Much more appealing than any strip club nonsense little boys do nowadays for their supposed wedded send off to bliss with their wives only hiring at cold feet for his liking. More intimate and him and Victor are happy building the tables and chairs for the day she makes cushions and bows for the chairs herself and tops with flowers, love notes they write and resin on the tables for more touching decor for them to keep and their guests to enjoy.

One day she comes home with a bunch of twine and crates of mason jars and yellow glow sticks and little glowing balls and clear stones.

No cave chosen but in a ring of trees they build up an arched platform she agrees to and he still is waiting a few weeks to hear back on more decor with no answer as he buys a new grill to have set up near to the platform for the eating they add a makeshift set of pillars and connecting arches/beams in case it gets rainy. He plans a wagon trail for people to be driven out there from the main drive for a surprise secret getaway.

Week before the big day she chose he sees her taking mirrors out there and is essentially banned from going out there…okay…she wants full control, he gets to be surprised. Cool. He can handle that. Long as he gets to marry her.

Day before the wedding the supplies with help of Wade, she can’t carry them all herself so the 4 wheeler pulls connected wagons of supplies into the woods where he was allowed to help set up the tables and naked chairs she is going to cushion and coat with tarps to tape on and keep clean overnight.

Victor and James go hunting and come home to hear Wade’s taunting hints that James is going to be floored by what he sees tomorrow.

Night of the wedding James is uniformed up and is being driven blind folded to the site and is floored at what he sees. In a heart dangling mason jars filled with clear stones, yellow glow sticks and the glowing balls around the platform for the two of them hung from the massive tree above are joined by more firefly based designs. He’s just a bout in tears at just that but sees the arch above where they are going to stand has copies of small notes they wrote to one another coating the woven design of it with loving endearing things from one another to seal the day.

He sees a miniature horse carving of a specific breed of horse his mom said she wanted for him to have at his wedding in the portrait and now the tears are a real threat to seeing what else oc had added from tiny slips of info on what he liked.

He mentioned he liked forget me nots once, they’re in resin orbs on the tables haloing to reflect the light of the lanterns there.

His favorite book in on a table under a glass dome, it’s his groomsmen cake.

He has a favorite set of cutlery and China from his family that is in the tables for a touch of fancy to the evening to suit more of his tastes.

But he hears oc is coming so he takes his place and is close to being a mess when Magneto arrives, to gladly see him welcomely emotional at being married to oc.

Wade is in a nice tux, and while a bit much for a wedding in the forest the dress and everything is perfect and the slightly fancy/cozy wedding with their closest is enough to have him smiling for three months afterwards at minimum.

And they have a camping/cabin getaway for their personal honeymoon close to home.

#Wolverine x oc #James Howlett x oc #marvel #mutants #magneto #Victor Creed #Deadpool #Wade Wilson

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Legend of Lightning Chapter 43. Lord Praven

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/111710548

Two days later

“Aaaaaaaaand… touchdown!” Kira cried happily as she set her speeder down next to a cliff face. “How’s that, eh? Ten for ten?” She looked at the rough straw doll she was using as a stand-in for… anyone. “What? A seven?! That’s outrageous! It’s unfair!” She tilted her head. “Oh. So it counts against me if I don’t land parallel, or perpendicular? Only you would say that, jackass! You try landing the speeder when we’re going at eighty klicks per hour! See how you’ll do!”

She landed lightly on the sand and pressed in the supersonic sensor. She then pressed the switch, sending the plunger digging about a meter and a half deep inside. She then returned to the speeder to spend the next ten minutes.

“No, evening isn’t that much better than the day, little doll. The morning is, though.”

“What’s that? Practice my Forms? Aren’t I supposed to be conserving water? Such a silly suggestion! You should have your Mastery taken away for that. Oh? What’s that? Oh, right! You ain’t Master yet.” She took a swig from her flask. “Wait, how can you say that? You’re the kid Master Satele drools over! She’ll be so heartbroken to know that you’re not interested in serving next to—wait. Silly me, I shouldn’t make such jokes until you’re at least twenty, right? No? Eighteen is technically enough? Okay then. I start teasing you at eighteen." She nodded firmly. “Don’t give me that! There’s plenty of relationships with wide gaps that last! … not from eighteen though? You got a point. Okay, twenty. Final offer. Ah. Sensor’s done.” She coughed, groaned, then took another long sip. “How many left, you ask?” she lifted up the doll. “Hard to say. Maybe a few? Maybe? Damn. Need to call… what was her name? Welp. I need to call her again, whatever her name is.”

“Ah, Padawan Carsen. I trust the mission is unfolding smoothly?”

“No small talk, I’m in the sun. Now tell me what comes next.”

“I… I think I might have enough to triangulate the location within the next ten minutes. I��m sending you the deactivation code now, so you can head on over directly. Thanks again for leaving your Astromech here with us. With the central computer down, his processing power is all we’ve got.”

“Right.” Giving him up had been hard. “Let me know when you’ve got something. I’ll just be… thinking of something cool. Blasted binary star system…”

She got another call as soon as she hung up on Hare’en. “Hey, boss. You got any sundaes?”

“What kind of question is that? Do you think I can enjoy a sundae when my sweet little Padawan is suffering in the sun?” He made a slurping sound and Kira straightened up indignantly.

“Hey!”

He laughed. “Sorry. And also sorry for putting this all on you. You’re more than ready for solo missions, but I wish I could at least be close enough to cheer you on. Anyway, you finished planting all those sensors?”

“Yeah. Any news about the Czerka Type Twelve, or whatever?”

“They’re still digging at the site. I hear Kamus and Less Sand Day’s testimonies have already started putting Czerka in a lot of trouble. They’re unlikely to bug us again for a little while.”

“Hang on, I’m getting another call. It might be Hare’en. I’ll just patch you in… huh?”

Her caller wasn’t anyone she knew. He was a pureblood Sith, though it was hard to tell if he was part of the Order or not thanks to his desert gear.

“Hello, Jedi.”

“Who are you?” Kira wondered, before recognition flashed. “Wait, you were one of the Sith alongside Darth Angral, weren’t you?”

“Indeed, I was. I am Lord Praven. But you are not the Jedi I’m looking for. My Master’s enemy. My student’s vanquisher.”

“If you mean me, Kira has me patched in. Say whatever it is you need to.”

“My Master seeks retribution for his son’s death. I must give it to him. When my Master heard you were on this planet, he demanded I power up the Shock Drum. He’ll destroy the entire world to kill you.”

“First of all, why is his retribution more important than anyone else’s? Your Master has killed billions of civilians. And he aims to kill billions more! Heck, your dearly departed apprentice nearly starved a trillion people to death!”

“I will not argue with you. It is not mine to question, merely to serve.”

“And second of all, the chances of me dying from the Shock Drum are minute! This is why you don’t use a tactical warhead to hunt a single fugitive. Your Master is insane.”

The pureblood sighed. “Perhaps your death will make him whole again. I have changed the activation code to the Shock Drum. If you want the new code, come and claim it from my dead body! I will be waiting for you in a valley near the Dune Sea.”

“Kira, I’m coming too. Heatstroke, or no heatstroke, I can’t let you face a Sith alone.”

“I’m glad for the company, but please come in the ship! Minimize your exposure to the suns!”

“Alright. Stay where you are. We’ll come pick you up in thirty minutes.”

Kira sighed and looked at the straw doll. “Don’t worry, Master. You’ll always be my second-best friend.”

Meanwhile, on Tython

“The situation on Fondor has been resolved,” Seraphim concluded his report. The man stood tall and proud, his chest thrust out and fists on hips. “The fleeing escapees were saved, and the Dreadnought Bloodfeather has been destroyed. It looks like Jedi Arnor is a free woman again. She’s a little beat up though, so it might take a while before she can present herself for debrief.”

“Thank you for your report, Seraphim,” Satele inclined her head. “You have done the Republic a great service today. May the Force be with you.”

“Next on the agenda… an update from Vajra,” Gnost read out. “And a proposal.”

“I hope he’s not requesting that we Knight his security risk of a Padawan,” Jaric grumbled.

“I doubt it. He and Kira both want Bela to be present on that happy occasion. Patch him in, please.”

“It’s not a transmission, but a recording,” Gnost said, pressing a switch beside him.

“Good day, Masters. I’m sorry I have to do this via recording, but Tatooine didn’t agree with me. I am resting right now, but I needed to inform you of a situation here on the planet.”

Vajra gave a brief summary of the project which Czerka designated as a ‘Type-Seven device.’ There wasn’t a lot to go on yet, but the fact that a Czerka hitman had opened fire on a Jedi was alone enough to trigger a dozen alarm bells.

“The real problem here,” Vajra went on, “is just how many people landed here and brushed off Agent Fauler’s urgent request for aid. Master Devel, Jedi Pridence, Havoc Squad, and at least seven other capable parties. Even I almost ignored it, given the urgency of my mission. But there were others who could easily have helped—Havoc Squad for instance, whose mission to punish traitors might be important to them, but it pales when compared to the big picture. Just imagine if Czerka had gotten their hands on whatever superweapon it is that lies beneath the sands of Tatooine. I think a contingency clause like a ‘code black’ is needed which obliges Jedi and armed forces alike to drop what they’re doing unless it’s just as critical. Thankfully, the crisis is unlikely to truly emerge from its shell now that Les… Lock Sand Dee? I think that’s his name? Now that he’s out of the picture, the urgency should be gone, though I still believe that the weapon needs to be seen to, and soon. I don’t know if I can do this personally, however. As I said, I am not at my best on a hot planet. Still, it might be possible, if I’m only out in the sun for a few hours… anyway, that concludes this part of the report. Rest assured, Kira is making great progress in finding the Shock Drum. I hope to have found Master Kiwiiks by this time tomorrow. I hope we do. Kira says her Master’s life force is growing ever weaker. May the Force be with us.”

“Type Sevens have always been troublesome,” Jaric complained. “When coupled with the Rakata, you know it’s a cut above the rest. I volunteer to deal with this myself.”

“And I should go too, to chronicle whatever I can find,” Gnost added. “As everyone here knows, Rakata tech is as illuminating as it is dangerous. Attuned to the Force in ways we can’t imagine. Such knowledge needs to be found, so that we can better understand attempts to recreate it.”

“A good idea,” Tol nodded. “I approve.”

“As do I,” Syo said. “We should reach out to Agent Fauler and ask him to let us know directly when the door has been excavated, so that you don’t arrive there only to cool your heels for the next five years.”

Everyone chuckled and nodded.

“Then it’s approved,” Satele said, in something of a hurry to finish today. “What’s next on our agenda?”

“A message from Master Nomen Karr,” Gnost said. “As well as a follow-up from his Padawan.”

“I wonder if he’s about to report a great triumph in his personal crusade?” Jaric said sarcastically. “If his Padawan has sniffed out another puff of smoke that’s not really there?”

“Let’s hear it.”

A holo of a bearded man appeared in front of them. Nomen Karr was still a handsome man despite being a decade older than Satele.

“Good day, my esteemed colleagues,” he began as he always did. “It pains me to be calling in to register a complaint against a fellow Jedi, but it needs to be done.”

“Oh?” Satele’s eyebrows rose. She looked around to find confusion and apprehension on all faces around her. Jedi rarely ever brought up small charges against fellow Jedi to the Council. Normally, it was dealt with directly. If the offending Jedi was a Padawan, the complaint was taken to their Master first.

“The Jedi in question is Vajra Devarath,” Master Nomen almost spat out the name, his face contorting for a moment. “He approached my Padawan behind my back and tried to lead her astray. He showered her with words of doubt and confusion. My Padawan was much dismayed by what he had to tell her. But that’s not the end of it. By now, I am sure you are all aware of my Padawan’s power? Her miraculous gift of Sight, which can pierce all lies and deceptions? The perfect tool to seek out truth? It has spoken. She looked upon Vajra and found a monster lurking within his heart. It was so fearsome, it frightened her senseless. She was wailing incoherently when I found her, abandoned and alone. I understand that Vajra is a rising star of our Order. He is the apple of more than a few Council eyes. But make no mistake, he is a grave danger to us! A viper poised to strike at our very heart! I request the Council restrict his movements until he can be redeemed back into the Light. Good day to you.”

Everyone in the room was too shocked to pause the recording in order to speak. Satele more so than others. A fury burned in her gut that she longed to give voice to, but before she could gather the wits to speak, the next recording in the series began to play.

It was a small woman, around Jasme’s age. Her straight black hair sat neatly against her neck. She bowed humbly before the Council and proceeded to speak.

“Greetings, respected Masters of the Council. My name is Jaesa Willsaam. I apologize for putting in my little postscript, but I couldn’t not do it. I… I feel conflicted for giving testimony counter to what my Master just did, but I need to give the whole truth, since it’s being brought before you. Please forgive my Master; he is merely overprotective of my talent. He meant no harm.” She took a deep breath. “Regarding the matter of Master Vajra’s words to me… I assure you, they were innocent enough. He wanted me to be sure of the path I was on. To really introspect. And I did. I still am. I suppose Master Karr interpreted my questions as a sign that I wanted to walk a different path. Coming to the vision… it was really intense. He and Kira Carsen came to say their goodbyes to us, but I was the only one in the house. I let them in, and gave them tea. But there was something about Master Vajra… like he was hiding something. I needed to know what it was, so I Looked. I saw a monstrosity, just as Master Karr said. It was this great beast with many heads whose breath spewed a cloud of poison into the air. Its body was wrapped around his heart. It looked at me, and the eye contact was enough to give me nightmares. Whatever it is, Master Vajra houses great darkness within himself… although he showed no outward signs of it. In fact, one might believe his façade to be the real Vajra. Master Nomen didn’t exaggerate about that. My apologies again for the impertinence. Goodbye.” She bowed deeply, and her holo disappeared.

“What… was that?!” Satele whispered, seething with outrage.

Gnost turned to Kana. “Padawan, would you mind summoning Archivist Jasme? I think she might have some insights into these charges.”

The Falleen bowed and left silently.

“Even I have difficulty believing such a thing,” Jaric snorted. “He’s starting to grow horns, and he’s way too attached to his Padawan—”

“Debatable,” Syo said softly.

“—but if he was a servant of the Darkside, we’d all Sense it. Especially if he hid this… monster!”

“I think Nomen has been allowed far too much freedom,” Syo said. “Not to mention indulgence.”

“And this Jaesa Willsaam. Whatever gift she possesses is clearly not so mighty after all if it feeds her such a big lie.”

The doors opened, and in walked Kana and Jasme, holding several weighty tomes in her hand. “You summoned me, Masters?”

“She was passing by the door,” Kana snorted. “Just my luck.”

“Jasme, you may want to keep the books down. And… maybe stay away from anything breakable. Master Gnost, please show her the accusation.”

The word ‘accusation’ stumped Jasme for a moment, but she watched it without questioning. As soon as Nomen mentioned Vajra’s name and started rolling out his charges, her expression grew stormy. Like Satele, Jasme was too incensed to speak when Nomen was finished, and the squawk denoting her first attempt at speech was cut off by Jaesa’s testimony. Jasme closed her mouth and listened to the rest, her expression shifting over the course of the message, from outrage to alarm.

Once the recording had ended, Jasme stood stunned for a second. Eventually, she shook it off and asked, “You—you don’t seriously believe this tripe, do you?”

“No,” Jaric said firmly. “Whatever his immaturities, Vajra has been a miracle worker like none other. This Jaesa Willsaam, on the other hand, is an untried, sheltered child so far as I’m concerned; one whose Master has been feeding her delusions of grandeur. And Nomen’s obsession with Darth Wide has been making us nervous for months now.”

“There is a reason why this Council does not act on Visions alone—” Tol began.

“Because of the Masters of Taris, I know,” Jasme said impatiently. “But in all honesty, I kinda believe Jaesa’s vision. However, I believe she’s grossly misinterpreted what she saw, proving how inaccurate it is.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d have something to share.”

“Given the timing… right after he was done with his mission on Nar Shaddaa, correct? I might have something,” Jasme said. “It… it’s an incident related to the SIS agent, Galen. The one who got captured and turned into a Power Guard. Vajra… knew he was going to ask for mercy, and wanted to be able to persuade him otherwise. So he did something utterly bull-headed. He watched the recording of Sadic turning Galen into a cyborg. Kira told me that he had this strange notion that it was arrogant to try to persuade Galen to withdraw his request without knowing what he went through. That, coupled with all the horrors he’s seen recently, horrors he wasn’t ready for—” Jasme through a disgruntled look around. “—the ‘monster’ in question is probably his trauma given form. Sort of. He does have a history of mental health problems after all.”

“I see,” Satele said softly, sitting back and pondering Jasme’s words.

“If this is so, Vajra must have been highly troubled. Why didn’t we Sense it when he stood before us?” Gnost asked

“Because of the Emperor, I’d say,” Tol answered. “He was high on adrenaline when we met him.”

“That explains it,” Satele nodded. “Jasme, did you see signs of distress afterwards?”

“Yes,” Jasme confirmed. “Given the increased dangers in my career change, he wanted to teach me the 101 of his approach to Lightsaber combat, so we trained together for a good two hours. All was okay at first, but he started to lose focus midway. He’d just trail off in the middle of a sentence. Rapid flashes of light made him jump. I imagine he has other issues I didn’t get to see in that brief time. I insisted he get some rest while he was here, but he got deployed again before he could get it. Kira promised to look after him for me.”

“I see. You’ve been most helpful, Jasme. Thank you. You may leave.”

“Don’t forget the books,” Gnost added as she turned to leave. She jogged back, red-faced, and left with her burdens in her hands.

“Nomen needs to be assessed for corruption,” Nikil said. “And his Padawan needs to be extricated from him before whatever potential she has is… focused in the wrong place.”

“Ironic that he was the one pushing for someone else to be reeled in for the same thing,” Oteg noted.

“We’ve asked Nomen to return to us before politely, but he ignored the invitation. I think we need to send in an escort this time.”

We don’t have Jedi to spare for multiple superweapons, but we can scrounge up a couple for a matter of disciplining a possibly rogue Master, Satele thought. I wonder what that says about us. “Master Syo, I think you should be the one to go fetch him. We don’t have the Knights to spare, but perhaps we can spare you for a few hours.”

“I can leave immediately. Does anyone know where he is?”

“He was supposed to arrive on Balmorra today,” Tol replied. “Investigating the disappearance of a Jedi. But he never takes his Apprentice on such dangerous missions. It’s possible she’s still on Nar Shaddaa.”

“Ask the Republic Embassy to confirm. Discreetly. If they’re there, go and bring her in. If we can get her out from under his thumb until we’ve confirmed his state, it will be enough.”

“Perhaps we need to consider the more overt route,” Satele suggested. “Order him back. If he ignores us, we strip him of his rank of Master and inform the Republic of the same. He will be forced to return to us with all his avenues drying up.”

“Such a course will cast a bad light on us, Grand Master,” Jaric protested. “In addition, a truly fallen Jedi wouldn’t act rationally. He might just get more desperate. Covert movements first, I say.”

“So be it.”

Tatooine

The mesa Lord Praven had guided them to was impossible to get to in their ship, so Master Vajra was forced to proceed on foot. Kira tried not to fume. The heat from outside was bad enough.

Still, couldn’t Lord Praven have just invited them to one of the many abandoned homesteads on Tatooine? Why did it have to be in such a difficult-to-reach place? Her Master was still unwell—he was already starting to pant like a dog, and his movement was an ungainly shuffle, completely different from his usual elegance fit for a throne room.

“Boss… this is desperate. You’re barely able to stand right now. I think you should be backup this time.”

He jumped when she spoke up, as though he had forgotten she was there, then nodded.

His steps slowed, as though he was losing… well, she hated to use the word steam. She moved to catch him if he stumbled, but he did not. Kira sighed. Watching over him was proving to be a strenuous exercise. Him being out here was a gamble they could not avoid. They had looked through Praven’s record en route, and he was not the sort of opponent that Kira could take on as her first solo fight.

Master Vajra had tried reaching Master Devel, but he was already needed offworld.

In peak form, her Master should be able to beat Praven hands down. But like this…

“I think I see an opening,” Kira said after a lot of walking. “I hope it’s cooler in there!”

Master Vajra spoke at last. “I’m not counting on it. This world is alive, and it wants to be hot.”

The exited to find themselves in a large cavern which opened into a plateau. Jagged cliffs above prevented the Garuda from landing directly, but there was a smaller Imperial ship which had managed to enter the gap.

Praven was waiting for them at the very edge. Unlike them, he seemed to bask in the rays from the suns.

“Welcome, Jedi. I applaud you for marching to your execution.”

“A courtesy I wish Angral would do us,” Master Vajra replied. “I ask you again, why is it that he deserves retribution, but the people he has killed don’t?”

“And I say again that it is not mine to question.”

“Remind me to thank Jasme,” the boss told Kira. “For teaching me the importance of questioning.” Turning to Praven, he asked, “So is that your philosophy? As long as your personal honor is untarnished, you don’t mind if your liege does as he pleases?”

“Don’t try to understand. A Jedi cannot understand.”

“It’s useless, Master. And we’re on a timer.” Kira stepped forward and drew her Saberstaff. “We’ll lecture him after we’ve stopped the countdown.”

“Right. Priorities.”

Praven was enraged. “You would send your apprentice to fight me? Am I not worthy of your attention?”

“Tatooine doesn’t agree with me,” the boss said, leaning against a stone shelf. “It’s a small miracle I’m even standing.”

Praven blinked. “What?”

“It’s true,” Kira snarled. “Now do you want to do this, or what?”

Praven cocked his head for a moment, then drew his Lightsaber. “So be it.”

Kira waited for him to salute before making her move. She danced closer, making her approach in a zigzag line. She closed the last few meters in a run and leapt into the air, striking with a downward jab. Praven blocked the attack before unleashing one of his own.

Kira blocked the chop aimed at her face and another pair at her ribs before counterattacking. He leaned out of the way, and the tip of her blade seared past him. Using his momentum, he smashed her blade upwards so that her reverse sweep missed his mouth.

His blade descended on her head, forcing Kira to cartwheel to the side. The Sith didn’t let up on his momentum, and rushed her with a flurry of attacks which Kira had no difficulty blocking at first, but each impact jarred her joints.

“Not bad,” he said approvingly as their blades locked. “You were Master Kiwiiks’ Padawan first, correct?” He attacked her shoulder, and she blocked, then kicked at his stomach. He dodged, then landed an elbow on her shin.

Kira fell with a curse, but backflipped to avoid the coup-de-grace. Thankfully, the blow hadn’t broken anything.

“She favored the use of the Force rather than the blade. In this, at least, you surpass her. Let’s see how you fare in the other aspect, shall we?”

Praven began hurling rocks at her, then fired a stream of Force Lightning. Kira managed to evade the rocks, and tossed a few right back at him, but the Lightning stymied her. She was reduced to blocking it with her Lightsaber. She tried to leap out of the way of another hail of rocks, but her struck leg buckled when she landed. She fell with a cry, and Praven leapt at his chance…

Only for her to be Pulled away.

“Oh. I’d almost forgotten you were here.” Praven sounded surprised by that.

“Kira really did well, didn’t she? I guess it’s my turn now.”

“As it should be.” Praven frowned. “Hmmm… you really do look ill. A mere breeze should be enough to knock you over.”

Kira rose painfully, noting the clouds in her Master’s eyes.

“I suppose that makes this… a fair fight.”

“What did you say?”

“I think it’s best I just show you.” Master Vajra raised his blade. “En Garde.”

Praven flourished his blade and held it in a side stance. He shifted to the boss’ right. The Raudra’s eyes followed him, but he remained still. Pity filled Praven’s orange eyes.

“I will make this quick.”

He charged in again, aiming a blinding flurry of strikes at the youth’s chest and neck. Master Vajra’s blade intercepted each strike with only the slightest movement of his body.

Praven’s eyes widened, and he threw more of himself behind his attacks.

The speed and power of his blades increased, and eventually, Master Vajra had to begin moving his body. But it was only a small win for Praven, who was now attacking with an all-out ferocity that put his prior attack on Kira to shame.

Kira exhaled in surprise. Praven really was good. He might be a match for a few top-fifty swordsmen in the Jedi order. But the question was, could he beat her Master in this state?

Kira was afraid that was a yes. Each salvo claimed a heavy tax on his reserves, and the Sith noticed. Denied of the quick victory, he instead tried to overwhelm her Master’s weakened body. He used leaps, dashes and rolls to force Vajra to move more than just his blade. And although the Sith was using more energy in this clash, it was the Jedi who had less to expend. But a moment came when her Master suddenly began moving for real.

Was forced to.

Praven hurled a particularly large boulder at him, and he leapt out of the way to avoid it. He then retaliated by going on the offensive. He spun into the Sith’s intended path and stabbed at his heart. Caught off-guard, it was Praven’s turn to fall back.

But the attack didn’t last, and soon enough, Master Vajra faltered enough for Praven to retake the initiative. Still, that didn’t mean his opponent was easy meat. He still had enough strength to counter the Pureblood’s offensive.

What a show it was turning out to be! The air around both men was saturated with the clash of red and blue plasma; the sound of Lightsabers clashing echoed through the caverns beyond the two men.

Her Master slowly gave ground under the blows which fell like leaves in an autumn storm; but he was not out. Not yet.

“Fall, damn you!” Praven roared and Pushed with the Force. Her Master sidestepped the attack, then backed away under another mixed series of attacks—blade, rocks, direct Force attacks, and even a blast of Lightning.

He batted aside the Lightsaber, and evaded the Force attacks. Praven used a Lightning flash to flank her Master, but the Jedi saw it coming. He ducked under the blow and swung at the Sith’s blade. His blade spun in an arc, scoring a slight gash on Praven’s face.

Praven backhanded, and this time the blow landed. Master Vajra was struck in the face, the blow only softened by his veil and the Force.

But his guard was momentarily down, and Praven seized the opportunity. A stabbing strike scored a gash on Vajra’s left flank—the first time Kira had ever seen him take a wound in a fight. The follow-up chop almost cut him in half, but her Master managed to dodge. The front of his robes were singed, however.

Vajra flipped out of the danger zone and rushed right back in, cutting off a piece of Praven’s armor.

“Not bad,” Master Vajra said softly. Kira couldn’t tell if he was calm, or drained. “But do you see what I mean? If we had fought in almost any other environment—”

“I’d have been defeated long ago,” Praven finished bitterly. “You have a strength I could not have foreseen. It’s no wonder you defeated Lord Tarnis.”

“Face it. Your Lord Tarnis wasn’t training to be a warrior. I wonder if he even listened during your lessons.”

“He did. But four years of neglect left him rusted.” Praven looked at his opponent with respect. “But it’s clear who the victor here is. You are seconds from falling. Accept your fate. I will give you a warrior’s death, and a warrior’s funeral.”

Holstering his Lightsaber, he fired a stream of Lightning with both hands… but it didn’t work. The Lightning fizzled out when it got close to its target.

“I’ve seen this trick enough to know how to unravel it,” Vajra whispered. “At least, at this power setting.”

“Incredible…” Praven whispered. He hurled rubble and rocks once again, but his opponent had dug out his final reserves of strength.

Without warning, he burst forth like a thunderbolt, his blade cutting through Praven’s arms like butter. The Sith Lord growled. Then he screamed—a shout whose volume was amplified by the Force.

Unprepared, her Master was struck back. He clapped a pair of arms to his ears, cursing silently.

Oh, right! His hearing was better than Kira’s!

Shit… this decided the match, didn’t it? Just one more Scream, a stronger one, and her Master was done for—but he surprised her.

A bubble shimmered into existence around Praven’s when he tried that a second time, and the scream was reflected right back at him. The only sound escaping the bubble was channelled upwards, and the ceiling was blown off. A large pile of rocks fell on the Sith, who fell to his knees in agony, screaming in pain.

The Sith fell face-first into the dirt, utterly defeated. His forearms were stumps, blood oozed out of his ears. “Brilliant,” he mumbled. “Brilliant! You are… an astounding warrior.”

Kira’s Master failed to rise, but he turned his eyes to Kira, who nodded.

“The code. Now.”

“It’s on my belt. Second pouch on the right of the buckle.” He closed his eyes and waited. “Well? Aren’t you going to kill me?”

“Not the Jedi way to kill a defeated opponent,” Kira replied. “But we promised you a long chat afterwards. So, we’ll be taking you with us.”

The Sith seemed confused. Kira sighed. He probably couldn’t hear right now. She took the stunner out of its sheath and pressed it against his neck. He made a rather comical gurgle and passed out.

Kira keyed her comm. “C2? We’ll leave the canyon in the Sith’s ship. Pick us up on the surface. We have to make up for lost time.”

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I knock and wait for Josiah’s deep baritone telling me to enter. He sits behind his desk, eyes trained on the laptop in front of him. He doesn’t look up, but keeps typing. The silence persists, stretches to awkwardness, so I drop into one of the armchairs in the center of the room along with a sofa and coffee table, and set my purse on the floor.

“Harvey’s on his way,” he says, still not looking away from the screen. “His last meeting ran a few minutes over, but he’ll be here soon.”

“Oh. Sure. Great.”

I run damp palms over my legs, the jeans smooth and cool beneath my hands. Fidgety and looking for something to do, I tighten my topknot. I got box braids last weekend because I was tired of messing with my hair. This morning they’re studded with a few gold cuffs scattered throughout the strands. All in all, I feel pretty. And confident, and I won’t be shook by the pissy mood Josiah seems to have saved just for me. Finally, he closes the laptop and walks over to the sitting area. I study my nails, taking my turn to ignore him.

“I like the braids.”

Surprised, I glance up to find him sitting on the arm of the leather sofa across from me. I didn’t expect him to say anything personal. Definitely not about my appearance. When I meet his eyes, they’re cool like they’ve been for weeks, and his face remains unreadable.

“Thanks.” I scour my mind for something else to say. Gone are the days when I couldn’t get the words out to him fast enough. We’d watch couples eating dinner in absolute silence and promise each other that would never be us.

“Um, did you see Deja’s report card?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He frowns. “I can’t believe she got a C in English.”

“It used to be her best subject. It’s not just the grade itself, but I worry she’s spending too much time on social media.”

“I think she’ll find the balance without us having to come down hard. Your relationship with her is already strained enough and—”

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across his stupid broad chest. “Let’s not fight over how we need to handle things with Day. Have you given any more thought to Kassim playing football?”

“You mean since I said never when you asked last time? No. Besides, he has soccer.”

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“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic? I played football. Preach played. Theo’s playing.”

“I love Preach, but him letting Theo play doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. What he and Liz decide for their kids has no bearing on what we decide for ours. Kassim has barely mentioned football to me.”

“He hasn’t mentioned it,” he returns with obvious stretched patience, “because he loves you and he doesn’t want to displease you, but he asks me almost daily.”

“Of course, because you’re the cool parent.”

“Well, I’m not the one who says no to everything because I’m too scared or too uptight to allow my kids some freedom to make their own decisions.”

“How dare you!”

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memory prompts | accepting (ish, since it’s not friday anymore)

witchescourge asked: purple...!

Send [ purple ] for a melancholy memory.

“-Do you think it was too much? I mean, I’m not going to leave him there permanently, just until he cools off and, you know, until I’m ready to face-” Monkey King pauses in his ramblings to make a vague gesture. “-all that again.”

The shrine stays silent, save for the wind rustling the trees outside the temple.

“Yeah, you’re right, he’ll be fine.” He clicks his tongue, rocking back and forth a little. His armor was left at the entrance so he could move freely for now - or the foreseeable future. “Princess Iron Fan is going to be super mad at me when she finds out I buried her husband under a mountain though. Good thing I already moved the Flower Fruit Mountain into the middle of the ocean so she doesn’t even know where to find me now, right? She or anyone else.”

He chuckles and leans back against the stone. There were quite a lot of offerings he had to move aside to get this close, which was definitely rude and probably in some way blasphemous, but he hardly cares about that. If anyone deserves to be close to the Great Monk’s last resting place, it would be him.

“Maybe it was a little too showoff-y,” He admits, turning his head to look at the shrine. “But I had to make it a spectacle, you know? It had to be the dramatic ending of the Monkey King’s tale, the last fight where he loses his staff and disappears into the unknown. Where could he be now? Nobody knows! Maybe the legendary hero is biding his time, waiting for a moment when he’s needed again and not spending most of his days sitting on the floor of his house, feeling too down to do anything because all his closest friends are-”

He cuts himself off, lowers the hand he used for gesturing with a heavy sigh and curls up on his side against the hard stone.

“I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that at all. I know I have responsibilities and stuff but I just-- I can’t. Not right now.” Not when all he wants to do is sleep for a very long time. His voice raises just a little, bouncing off the wooden beams of the temple’s interior. “If I’m making a mistake here, now’s your chance to gently scold me about it and tell me I should do better or whatever, otherwise I’m sticking to it. Three, two, one...”

The shrine stays silent.

“Thought so.”

Slowly, very slowly, he pulls himself up again. He feels... heavy. Everything feels heavy these days: his body, his name, his armor, the carefree smile he’s supposed to always wear, people talking to him, people talking about him. He thought maybe letting go of his staff will lessen the weight that tethers him to the ground, but now his hands just feel empty.

“Well, I’m off. Don’t get too lonely without me, okay?” He pats the stone one last time. “I know, I know, ‘That’s rich coming from you, Sun Wukong.’ But, you know, do as I say...”

He’s already halfway out the entrance before he pauses, looking back at the shrine for only a moment. Smiling seems pointless and hard, but he does it anyway, for his friends’ sake.

“If you decide to reincarnate again and need my help with anything, you know where to find me.”

A colorful bird with a long tail flies out of the temple and it is, once more, silent.

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❤️A/N: happy v-day my lovelies!! this is my bouquet of roses for you and its also part of @thebigbutterflytattoo 's writing challenge, it's an enemies to lovers and i hope it will bring you all some joy whether you spend/spent it with your partner or alone!

❤️PAIRING: neighbor!Harry X Reader

❤️WARNING: smoking🍃, smut

❤️SUMMARY: Your neighbor keeps getting on your nerves and you hate him for that but you hate how good-looking he is even more.

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Harry Styles is ruining your life. And he decided to do that by moving in next door.

As you lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you try to keep your cool while the wall you share with his apartment vibrates from the bass of the song he is playing on the other side, a lot louder than he should at midnight. It doesn’t matter that it’s a Friday, you don’t have weekends, working as a waitress you can’t even remember a day when you had a Saturday off.

You have a ten hour shift tomorrow as well and you need all the sleep you can get, but the smug British guy on the other side of the wall is making it impossible. He started slamming his music at around nine. That wasn’t a too unreasonable time so you let it slide and waited. And waited and then waited some more and when you went to bed at eleven it was still blasting. Now it’s been an hour of trying to shut it out and sleep, but it’s not happening and you are not planning to lie awake all night long or at least until Harry decides he’s had his fun.

“This fucking… man!” you groan, kicking the covers off of yourself as you march over to your wardrobe and grab a hoodie before heading out of your apartment and right over to his front door.

The music can be heard even out in the hallway too and you wonder how the people above and below him are not using their minds. Oh right, he is living above Mrs. Fowler who is basically entirely deaf, she never hears when you say hello to her in the elevator and then above him lives Holly, who is a stripper so she is at work right now, not present to hear the concert Harry is putting on.

You ring the bell next to his door, but you don’t actually hear it ringing so it probably doesn’t work, just like yours. Groaning you ball your hand into a fist and start banging on the door, hoping he’ll hear it through the music. It takes a few tries for him to notice and the music finally stops, footsteps echoing in his hallway before the door flies open and you lay your eyes on him.

He is an asshole, or he has been one to you since the beginning for sure. He is always moody and never holds the elevator when he sees you coming into the building. You keep finding his mail in your mailbox and you’re starting to think that he is giving out your address on purpose just to piss you off.

But god damn it, he is so hot! Especially shirtless, like right now. His grey sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, that happy trail leading down under the fabric catches your attention more than you’d like. Those stupid tattoos look so fucking sexy on him, you want to lick them, but then you see the smug smirk on his face and even though he is undoubtedly handsome, you want to punch him right now.

“If it isn’t 3C, how can I help you in this ungodly hour?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze shamelessly running up and down your body. The hoodie covers your upper body pretty well, but your cotton shorts are putting your legs fully on display.

“Oh, so you know it’s an ungodly hour! So then why the fuck are you having a whole ass Tomorrow Land in your apartment this time of the day?” you grit through your teeth, folding your arms on your chest as you shift your weight to one leg. Harry purses his lips, but he doesn’t seem surprised at your accusation.

“Was it too loud? I didn’t know, no one else came to complain.”

“Because it’s just the two of us on this level and your lower neighbor hears absolutely nothing while your upper neighbor is a fucking ghost in the night. Would you turn it down? I’m trying to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”

“Mrs. Fowler is not deaf, Y/N. That’s very rude to say.”

“I’m pretty sure the last thing she heard was the announcement in the radio that World War II is over.”

Harry lets out a belly laugh, flashing you his bunny teeth and fucking hell, even imperfections look good on this man!

“I would tell you to watch what you say about her, but you’re right, she doesn’t hear shit. So, what can I help you with exactly?”

“Are you dumb? Turn the fucking music down,” you tell him and without waiting for an answer, you turn around and head back to your apartment, but Harry calls after you.

“Is you little boyfriend not fucking you right? You’ve been so cranky lately.”

“Shut the fuck up, you can’t even get a woman to be in the same room with you willingly!” you snap back before shutting the door closed behind you.

As you get back to bed you fear that your comment just riled him up even more and he won’t stop the concert, but luckily you only hear silence.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you know how important this project is.”

Duke sighs on the other end of the call as you push the door to your building open, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder.

“I know, I’m just bummed I can’t see you tonight either,” you tell him with a pout as you walk up to the mailboxes, looking for your key on your keychain.

“I’ll make it up to you this weekend, okay? Just you and me, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

“Alright, that sounds like a great plan,” you chuckle, biting into your bottom lip.

“I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Love you!”

“Love you too,” you sigh before ending the call.

Reaching your floor you are about to just simply get inside, but something averts you as soon as you approach your door.

“Fucking… Harry,” you grumble under your breath when you see your doormat all muddy and dirty when his is practically untouched.

It had to be him, when you left your doormat was nice and clean and no one has been in your place since then. The asshole must have used yours just to keep his perfect. Stepping to his door you bang on his door in annoyance.

“Keep your fucking dirt away from my doormat!” you scream before marching right into your home, not even waiting whether he is home and heard your message or not.

Duke canceling tonight gets you a bit crankier and you want nothing else than to just have a relaxing bath and go to bed without a care in the world. You do some quick cleaning while the water is running, fogging up your tiny bathroom and you scroll on Netflix to put on a show from your tablet while soaking the long day away, but your bubble is quick to pop when the familiar thumping of music starts pulsating through the walls you share with Harry’s apartment and it’s the last straw.

You’ve complained to him way too many times before about listening to music too loud and you’re convinced he is doing it on purpose now, knowing you’re home after you banged on his door about the muddy doormat. This man is out to get on your nerves and you will not let him get away with it.

It feels like he enjoys having you kicking his door every other day so this time you choose a different way of letting him know he is being disrespectful. The apartments in the building are not too spacious but there’s one big perk for them: the balconies. They are designed in a way that the partition between the two apartments doesn’t run all the way along, it turns into the railing before making a turn to the front of it so it gives you a nice little peephole to your neighbor’s balcony. And this time you’ll use it as your entrance to Harry’s place.

Without a warning, you march out to your balcony and with easy, you climb over to Harry’s. He’s got two mismatched chairs and a tiny table out there with an empty ashtray and you remember all the times you smelled the weed coming from his place.

The sliding door is wide open thanks to the oddly warm day today so you can walk into his home with no hustle. It’s exactly like yours, just mirrored, but his interior is a whole different universe than yours. It’s so obvious a guy is living here, he has a lot of mismatched furniture inside, quite chaotic but definitely fitting for his style. He’s got the speakers that are blasting the music right now too but he also has a record player with a massive amount of Vinyl records stacked. You almost forget about what you’re here for and start going through his collection, curious about what records he loves so much he bought them, but when you hear his singing coming from the bedroom you remember the mission.

Walking over to the speaker, you simply turn it down to a reasonable volume and then just stand there, waiting for him to realize what happened.

“What the—“ you hear him followed by his steps until he walks out of his bedroom, both of you shocked to see the other.

Him because you basically just broke into his apartment to lower the volume of his music and you because… he is wearing nothing else than just a towel that hangs dangerously low on his tattooed hips, that teasing line of hair running down his lower stomach and disappearing underneath the towel, urging you to fantasize about what he’s hiding there. His hair is damp and water drops are running down his chest and your thoughts are running wild for a second.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” he snaps and though he tries to sound angry, you can hear the amusement in his tone.

“I told you a million times to keep it down. You’re not the only person living here,” you simply tell him, folding your arms on your chest.

“And how exactly did you get in here?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and you’re having a hard time keeping your wandering eyes up at his face when he is practically naked in front of you.

“I have a key,” you tell him and watch the confusion etch through his stupid handsome face. “I climbed through the balcony, you idiot!” you roll your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about doing that before.”

“I have, plenty of times, hoping to find you dancing around naked in your living room,” he smirks at you smugly.

“Creep.”

“I’m not the one who actually broke into someone’s apartment,” he defends himself holding his hands up and your eyes snap down to the towel that seems to loosen in the motion and Harry definitely catches the stolen look.

“Whatever. Keep the volume down or next time I’ll call the cops on you and I’m sure the weed you keep around here would interest them enough to give you a hard time.”

Heading back out to the balcony you’re climbing over the railing again as Harry appears at the sliding door, watching you maneuver your way over to your place with a grin on his face.

“I’ll leave the door open for the night. Feel free to come over if your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you right. I’m sure I can make you scream,” he winks as you land on your own balcony and you shoot him a narrow-eyed look and ignore the reaction his words caused in your body, not giving him the satisfaction to know his dirty talking definitely gets you going.

“Keep on dreaming, Styles,” you tell him before disappearing from his view and as you get into your living room you make sure to lock the door in case he might decide to visit you too.

Duke is late. He had some last minute emergency at work so now the dinner you made will be cold by the time he gets to your place. You try not to be mad, it wasn’t his fault, but he’s been so absent lately it rubs on you the worst way possible.

You cover everything and blow the candle out you lit just to set the mood and pulling a hoodie on you head out of your apartment to climb up to the top of the building and blow out some steam on the roof, your favorite secret spot. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re typing away on your phone replying to one of your friends as you push the heavy door leading out to the roof without even looking around so you don’t notice that you’re not the only one up here.

“Are you following me?”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and as you look up from the screen you see him sitting on one of the massive pipes running close to the edge, your favorite place to sit because you have a great view of the city from there, but apparently it’s not yours only.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was taken,” you sighs, already turning around to go back down when he calls after you.

“I think this roof is big enough for the two of us, you don’t have to leave,” he says and when you turn to face him again you realize he is smoking a joint. You ponder going back to your apartment or staying and decide you’ll give this a chance so you walk over to him, sitting down to the pipe as you stare out ahead of you, the rumble of the city surrounding the two of you as Harry silently keeps smoking. He holds out the joint for you.

“No thanks,” you say, but not because you don’t smoke, you just don’t want to be stoned when Duke finally arrives. You spend so little time with him, you don’t want to mess it up.

“You seem tense,” he comments as he brings the joint back to his lips, taking another long drag before the thick smoke dances out through his lips.

“Mm, shocker,” you mumble.

“Want to talk about it?”

“With you?” you scoff. “What makes you think I want to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. I’m high and you didn’t curse me out in the past three minutes. Thought I would shoot my shot,” he chuckles, taking another hit before putting it out in the ashtray you saw on his balcony earlier. At least he doesn’t leave his ash all around the roof.

“I only curse you out when you deserve it.”

“So… every time you see me?” he grins and you hate how good it looks on him.

“Because you piss me off every time I see you!” you defend yourself, making the both of you laugh.

“It’s your fault, you make it so funny,” he shakes his head, staring out ahead of him.

“What? How is it my fault?” you gasp.

“I love that prissy face you make whenever you give me a lecture. As if you were the fucking prime minister or something.”

“Wow, thanks, good to know,” you huff, but you don’t take it to your heart, not this time. It’s all just fun and games.

“I let my balcony door open the other day, but I’m disappointed you didn’t come visit me again,” he smirks peeking at you.

“And I locked mine in case you got funny ideas,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“I didn’t think of it, but I should definitely try it out sometime. Raid your fridge, take a bath and then go home.”

“Not gonna happen,” you scoff. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling it out you see a text from Duke.

DUKE: Can’t make it baby, I’m sorry!! I’ll make it up to you I promise! Xx

“Fucking… great,” you growl and shove the phone back into your pocket without answering the text.

“What happened?”

“Just… my boyfriend can’t make it,” you mumble under your breath, watching the twinkling lights of the city in front of you.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, but your boyfriend is a total douche,” Harry huffs, rolling his head around to crack his neck.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know enough about him.”

“What do you mean?”

“A friend of mine works with him, I’ve heard things about him and he doesn’t seem too delightful,” he chuckles, playing around with the rip on his jeans at his knee. “He is like a total flirt with everyone, did you know that?”

“What?” you breathe out confused.

“He like, keeps sweet talking to women at the office, always flirting with someone. I’ve seen it myself actually. I dropped off a package for my friend and your little boyfriend was sitting on the desk of some secretary and they were definitely more than just friendly.”

“Where is this coming from? You saw just one little thing and you’re so quick to assume you know everything!”

Anger is rising in your guts, but not because Harry is shit talking Duke, no. It’s because deep down you know it’s entirely possible that he is telling you the truth, but you will not admit that to him.

“I just told you my opinion, no need to get so mad,” Harry scoffs.

“Your opinion about others is always so fucking negative. You see someone and assume you know everything about them.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?” he chuckles in confusion. You jump to your feet, the sudden urge to get away from him burning in your chest. His honesty is just way too much for you at the moment.

“You. I’m talking about you and your big mouth that just loves to talk about others when you’re just as problematic as the ones you judge.”

“I’m not judging, I just told you what I saw. Don’t take it like a fucking attack.”

“I’ll take it however I fucking want to! I don’t need you criticizing me or my relationship!” you snap and head towards the exit, wanting to get off of that roof as fast as possible.

“Get the fucking stick out of your ass, Y/N! And open your eyes for once! That asshole is using you, but you know what? It’s none of my business, you’re right! Go and jump on his dick when he is fucking like a dozen other women too!” Harry calls after you and for a moment you debate turning back and punching him in the face, that would serve you peace or at least some fun, but instead, you just leave and march back to your apartment.

As much as you told yourself Harry was just trying to get on your nerves with what he said about Duke, he definitely got the gears turning in your head and brought your paranoia out. Duke really has been spending a lot of time doing extra work, apparently, and you never questioned if it was the truth but after your little chat with Harry on the roof, you can’t help but wonder if something has been going on behind your back.

Curled up on your couch, the two of you are now watching a movie, he finally made time to be with you and he’s been super sweet, he brought you flowers and ice-cream to make up for all the time he had to miss with you but it just got your suspicion even higher.

Is he trying to make up for something else? Is he trying to butter you up so you don’t ask him what he’s been up to lately?

You hate yourself for doubting him but you hate Harry even more for bringing it to your attention. You were fine living in oblivion, why did he have to break your bubble?

“Let’s have a break, I need to use the bathroom,” he gets up from beside you, his warm body peeling away from yours as he pauses the movie and walks into your bathroom. You’re just sitting there patiently waiting for him to return when his phone buzzes on the couch, it’s been laying on his other side, screen facing downwards. Pursing your lips you stare at the device, practically burning a hole into it until you find yourself snatching it up and unlocking it. He doesn’t know you know his code and you never intended to use it but your anxiety has brought the worst out of you.

You see red instantly when you pull down the notification bar and see his latest message from someone named “G”.

G: I promise ;) miss you, can’t wait for next weekend Xx

There is no stopping from there, you open the message thread and start reading it completely ignoring how you’re violating his privacy, but it doesn’t matter when he’s been dirty talking with other women behind your back. And when you see nudes popping up on the screen, you lose it completely.

You hear him flush the toilet when you go back to his other messages and see at least three more from women saved as just one single letter, but the moment you scroll in the conversation you see more and more nudes and intimate texts popping up in front of your eyes.

“Alright, I’m back and—“

“Get the fuck out of my place,” you snap at him jumping to your feet as you throw his phone at him. Unfortunately, his reflexes are good enough that he catches it so you do no damage to him or his phone.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he raises his phone with wide eyes that keep switching between you and his phone in his hand.

“I said get the fuck out, Duke! Before I fucking smash something on your head!” you scream at him but he doesn’t listen and tries to get closer to you, which you don’t want so you move away, keeping the couch between the two of you as a barrier. Not sure if it’s for him or for you just yet. “Go and fuck all those sluts in your phone! I don’t want to see you again!”

“Babe, I can explain, okay? Just let me—“

“I don’t want to hear it! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! I don’t want you here or in my life!”

“Y/N, you are acting crazy. Let’s just sit down and talk!”

“I’m not fucking crazy! You are if you think I want to even be in the same room as you ever again!”

You’re desperate to get rid of him so climbing over the couch you start pushing him towards the door while he keeps trying to resist you and get a hold of you, but you shake his hands off every time they make contact with your arms or shoulders.

“Stop fucking pushing me! What’s wrong with you?! You’re being very childish, let’s just have—“

“GET OUT!” You scream when you finally reach the front door and opening it you’re trying to push him out, but he is too strong, he just keeps pushing back and getting farther away from the door, the panic rising inside of you.

“Don’t fucking scream at me, Y/N. You have no idea what—“ He doesn’t get to finish his threat, because he gets pulled away from you violently and it takes a few seconds to realize what’s happening.

Harry has barged into your place and he now has Duke by the collar of his shirt, dragging him out of your apartment as your cheater (now ex) boyfriend is trying to wiggle his way out of Harry’s hold, but it seems like your neighbor is stronger than you thought.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! Did you not hear her scream at you?” Harry barks as he pushes Duke out to the hallway with one swift movement.

“What the—“ Duke gasps, completely feral over the fact that he was thrown, as if you haven’t just found out he’s been cheating on you. “Who do you think you are?!”

“The one who will beat the shit out of you if I see you here again. Now leave!” Harry shouts before shutting the door closed, trapping Duke outside while he and you are inside.

Harry turns around and you’re just standing there completely frozen and in shock, barely processing what just happened. He slowly walks closer but makes sure to keep some distance between the two of you in case you freak out.

“Hey, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he asks and you’ve never heard him sound so soft and gentle. The shock is tightening your chest and tears are forming in the corners of your eyes as you finally lift your gaze to meet his. Before you could even stop yourself or think about what you’re doing, you close the gap between you and him and hug him so tight you’re crushing him, but he doesn’t complain. Instead, he wraps his arms around you, running his hands up and down your back as he holds you in his arms securely.

“It’s alright. He’s gone. And if he ever comes back I will break his arm,” he mumbles and you laugh through your tears, sniffling your nose as you try to slow your wildly beating heart down.

Harry makes you sit on the couch and he disappears for a bit to make you a tea, the warm drink definitely soothing your raging mind. He sits beside you, his eyes filled with worry as he eyes every move you make.

“You were right,” you mumble, avoiding to look at him as you talk, feeling like a complete idiot. “I saw at least four text threads with different women in his phone and they were definitely not friendly.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve it.”

“I should have listened to you, but… I just didn’t want to believe someone would do this to me. I was so fucking stupid…”

“Don’t beat yourself for something that asshole did. It wasn’t your fault, alright? He’s a piece of shit,” Harry growls shaking his head.

“He had the fucking nerve to call me crazy,” you tell him, now replaying the moments before Duke got thrown out. “He was cheating on me with several women and I was crazy for being upset, how does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t,” he chuckles. “He’s a prick.”

“And now I’ll be single on Valentine’s Day, cool. I was already making plans for the two of us, but I guess I’ll just mope around here,” you sigh, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch.

“That’s what worries you the most?” Harry chuckles.

“What? It hurts! I fucking hate being alone on Valentine’s Day!” you gasp dramatically, though you know it sounds ridiculous, but it does bother you.

“Alright, then if that’s your biggest concern, I’ll take you out.”

“What?” you ask, eyes widening.

“We’re gonna have a night out on Valentine’s Day, have some fun and forget about your asshole ex.”

“Don’t you have some girl to take out?”

“Weren’t you the one who said no woman wants to be in the same room as me? Why do you think then that I have someone to take out?” he asks with a sly grin and you roll your eyes at him.

“That was just a joke.”

“I know,” he smirks. “But our plan still stands. We’ll let lose a bit.”

He keeps his word. When Valentine’s Day comes in just a few days, he shows up at your door dressed in a simple red flannel and black jeans while you chose a fully black outfit for yourself just to reflect how you truly feel about the holiday. Because all lovely couples go to restaurants and romantic places, you decide to spend the night where single people go: a nightclub.

It’s been three days since you’ve became single and you’ve seen Harry more than in the one year you’ve been neighbors. He’s checked in on you every day and even helped you running errands. He said he needed to get some stuff done for himself too, but it very much seemed like he just wanted to keep you company and it’s the sweetest thing he has ever done for you. You even sat on the roof together one time without any of you cussing the other out.

Now as you push your way into the loud club, Harry’s hand holding yours so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd, you can’t help but wonder how you would have never guessed this is how you’d be spending Valentine’s Day just about a week ago.

Harry orders two shots for each of you and a long drink to chase them down and you happily chug down the drinks, eager to feel the alcohol burning away the pain your ex caused you.

“Damn, we should have done this when you moved in!” you chuckle after another shot, your head starting to feel dizzy.

“Oh, come on, you would have never gone out with me anywhere!” Harry barks out a laugh as you grab your beer and move away from the bar. “You’ve hated my guts since day one!”

“I only hated you because you made me hate you!” you defend yourself, his grin widening as he stares down at you over his beer.

“I was just being playful, but you took it to your heart and decided you hated me.”

“You kept getting on my nerves, that’s not too playful.”

“What, you never heard that when guys like you they annoy you?” he cocks his head to the side and your smile falls as you stare back at him.

“You like me?”

“You mean, did I have an instant crush on the hot girl living next door? Absolutely. But it seemed like she hated my guts so all I had left is to annoy her and have her banging on my door every other day, shouting my hair off,” he admits chuckling.

“Shut up!” you giggle. “I thought you were fit too.”

“Really?” he smirks smugly and as someone moves past you, you get pushed against him, a small gasp slipping through your lips, Harry’s free hand coming to your lower back to steady you.

“Yeah, with your stupid handsome face and sexy tattoos, it always got me even angrier that I wanted you in my bedroom whenever you pissed me off with something.”

“You should have just asked, baby,” he grins and you bite your bottom lip, busying yourself with your beer.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move to the dance floor, the DJ is playing old hit songs and you’re having a blast, loving how everyone around you is just having a great time with friends or the new people they just met, not even one lovey-dovey couple in sight.

Harry is a great dancer, honestly. He doesn’t care what others might think, he just busts whatever move he wants and you’re having the time of your life. It’s not even the alcohol you consumed but Harry himself that got you forget about all the shit you had to deal with.

And now you feel like an idiot for being so mean to him all this time.

The crowd goes crazy when Time Of My Life comes on from the iconic Dirty Dancing movie, every girl is screaming and even the guys are swaying along to the song happily.

“I fucking love this song!” you scream over the music and Harry’s grin widens as the two of you move along with the crowd.

“Want to do the move?”

“What move?”

“You know, the lifting!” he says, motioning with his hands as if he was holding something up above his head.

“What? Are you crazy?” you laugh.

“Just the right amount! Come on, let’s do it!” he claps and tries to make some space for the two of you, shouting at people to move back as you watch him with amusement. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll catch you!” he shouts and everyone around you is starting to get curious about what’s happening, some of them even pulling their phone out.

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t! Trust me!”

Your rationality is telling you not to do it, but you shove it to the back of your mind as you back away from him, creating some space for yourself to run towards him. Harry steadies himself, hands ready to catch you and when the right moment in the song comes, you leap forward.

You squeal when you jump and Harry lifts you up above his head, your legs moving around as you try to find balance, only focusing on Harry’s face that’s watching you so you don’t get too dizzy. You hear the crowd around you scream and clap as you finally straighten your legs out, a deep laughter coming from your belly as you get lost in this pure, joyous moment.

Slowly, he eases you down back to your feet, your chest pushed against him, his hands remain on your hips as you run your palms up over his chest to the base of his neck, your gaze wandering down to his delicious pink lips and you catch his eyes flickering down to yours as well.

“Do you want to go home?” you offer with a small smirk and leaning closer you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He nods eagerly and taking your head he makes his way out of the club, pulling you after him, keeping you close in the sea of people.

When you finally make it outside, the two of you climb into a taxi and head home, getting a little handsy in the backseat. He circles an arm around you, his fingers dancing on your ribs as you lean against his side, hands on his thigh, gradually moving higher as you get closer to your building. Harry presses a kiss to your hairline and your eyes meet, the lights of the city flickering through his face as the car drives down the almost empty streets. A lazy smile tugs on his lips you want to taste so badly and just as you push yourself up, your nose nudging his, your lips almost brushing against his, the car stops and the driver announces that you’ve arrived.

Harry pays for the ride and you climb out of the car, hand in hand making your way up to your floor and you don’t hesitate before tugging Harry towards your door. He teasingly takes your keys out of your hand and as you press your back against your front door, he pushes up against you, blindly unlocking the door, but when you hear the lock clicking, you don’t move just yet, instead, you grab the back of his head and finally smash your lips against his.

You both moan at the same time, the long anticipated kiss is finally happening and you’re ready to devour him entirely.

Kicking the door open you stumble into your place, tangled together and giggling as you keep your lips locked and once the front door is closed, Harry wastes no time picking you up into his arms and carrying you into your bedroom. He makes you sit on the end of the bed and he stands close to you, taking your face in his palms as he runs his thumb across your cheeks. You snake your arms around his waist and under his shirt so you can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch, it makes you lose your head almost instantly.

“I want to make you feel good, Y/N. So good like your scumbag ex never did,” he murmurs and leaning down he kisses you passionately.

“That won’t be hard,” you sigh against his lips and he stops, giving you a puzzled look, so you elaborate. “He made me cum like… five times in five months,” you admit, feeling your cheeks and ears heating up.

“Wait, what? Five times in five months?”

“Yeah…” you breathe out chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s… Y/N how the fuck did you not break up with him earlier?”

“Hey, it’s harder for some women, it might not be entirely his fault,” you shrug, but Harry is not at all satisfied with your answer.

“It was his fault and I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll make you come three times tonight and the two times in the morning to show you he was just a piece of shit,” he growls before attacking your lips again, pushing back on the bed so he can crawl on top of you.

His words alone got your underwear drenched, but the way his hips press against yours as his tongue dominates yours, you almost come on the spot just from that. He covers your jawline and neck with hungry, sloppy kisses as his hands work up your top and he is quick to pull it off of you, your lacy black bra now mesmerizing him as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Fuck, I have a confession,” he breathes out while you start unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get him out of it.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I saw you once in your window only in your underwear.”

“What?” you chuckle, finally finishing with his buttons and you drag the shirt off of him as he starts explaining himself.

“I was coming home and it was already dark outside, you had the lights on but you forgot to draw the curtains in. You were wearing a pink bra and white panties, washing your teeth, I almost came in my pants just seeing you.”

“And why are you telling me this now?” you laugh, finding his word vomiting quite hilarious.

“I don’t know, you’re making me go crazy I guess,” he admits before he puts his lips into good use again, kissing you hard and he grinds his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your needy core and you can’t help but cry out from the sensation.

“I wanted to tear your towel off of you when I climbed into your place the other day,” you confess too when he kisses down your chest, his hands kneading your breasts as he licks and bites the swell of them.

“You should have. I wanted to fuck you so badly,” he mumbles against your hot skin, one hand moving to your back to unclasp your bra and a moment later he has full access to your breasts.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” you whine as he gently bites your pebbled nipple and tugs on it, the slight pain just adding to the rush you’re going through.

“Let me see just how wet you are for me,” he mumbles as he kisses your stomach moving down your body, quick to undo your pants and tug them off of you, leaving you in only your lacy panties that match your bra, though that’s already somewhere on the floor.

Harry kisses your cunt through the fabric and you moan so loud, if he was in his bedroom he would definitely hear you, but he is right here, between your legs. He rids you of the last piece of clothes and there you are, lying completely naked in front of your hot neighbor who you hated just a week ago.

“Tell me, has your asshole of an ex ever eaten you out?” he murmurs, only kissing the inside of your thighs, the feel of his lips making you wiggle on the mattress, but he places a hand to your stomach, keeping you down.

“He didn’t like to do it,” you whine out and it’s the truth, Duke only went down on you about twice, but you have a feeling he did poorly just so you wouldn’t want him to do it again. Though he very much liked it when you used your mouth…

“You make me want to kill this dude with every detail you share about him,” he growls before he dives right in, kissing your throbbing pussy, with his hungry mouth, making you almost cry from the way he sucks on your clit and then draws circles with his tongue.

You lace your fingers through his curls and grind your hips against him as he keeps pleasuring you like no man before, you start to see stars, his name keeps falling from your tongue as a desperate plea for the release you’re chasing.

You completely lose it when he thrusts two fingers inside you, moving them in just the perfect pace as his mouth does magic on your clit.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp out, your limbs turning into jelly, your growing orgasm keeping your nerves in a chokehold basically and your warning just makes him go even harder.

You come on his fingers fast and hard, it’s like a lighting that strikes through your body and leaves it in pieces. Your hold on his hair tightens but it just earns you a sensual moan from him as he licks you up, letting you ride out your orgasm fully. When he climbs up your body his lips and chin is glistening from your pleasure and he looks better than ever. Leaning down he kisses you and tasting yourself on him gets you wet again even though you feel like you won’t survive another orgasm, not when you’ve been kind of in a drought for a while now.

When your hands find his ass you realize he is still wearing his pants and that just doesn’t sit right with you. Without breaking the kiss, you undo his jeans and waste no time with tugging them down along with his boxer briefs. When you finally dig your fingers into his bare ass you gasp against his lips, his hard cock springing free and smacking against your pussy.

You grab his cock wanting to feel him in your hands, squeezing and pumping him lazily as your lips nibble on his chiseled jawline, his mouth hanging open when your thumb plays with the head of his cock.

“Maybe don’t keep doing that if you don’t want me to… fucking come right now,” he chuckles nervously and you find it amusing how fast he can go from sexy and rough to cute and shy.

“Mm, wouldn’t mind it,” you tease him as he reaches for his pants he pulled off just seconds ago, grabbing a condom from his pocket. “Were you planning on this the whole time?” you grin as you watch him roll it on.

“Planning? No. Hoping? Definitely,” he grins, stealing a quick kiss before bringing his cock to your cunt, running the head up and down a few times, gathering your arousal, getting you ready for the second orgasm he promised out of the three for tonight.

“Cheeky,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as he lets his body push down against yours, his weight feels comfortable and very much needed, his cock poking at your entrance teasingly.

“Are you ready for the second, baby? Or do you need some more time?” he hums, kissing your face all over, his soft lips caressing your skin gently.

“Need you inside,” you urge him, buckling your hips to show him that you want him to move. He doesn’t need more, kissing you on the lips he pushes inside you and fills you up inch by inch so perfectly, you could cry.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,” he moans, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he stays still inside you, but you need him to start moving before you lose your mind.

Pulling your legs up you open up as wide as you can, allowing him to bottom out fully and when he finally pulls his hips back and thrusts forward again, you moan so loud you’re afraid even Mrs. Fowler can hear you downstairs.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N, tell me how to make you feel the best,” he begs before his lips claim yours again, his rock hard cock gliding in at out of you so deliciously it starts a fire inside you.

Duke never really cared what felt good for you, he just assumed whatever was right for him was enjoyable for you too, but it wasn’t really the case. He liked to fuck you from behind lying on your side, but you didn’t quite enjoy it, you had to hold your leg up for way too long and you felt a bit empty that you couldn’t see him. You told him this once, he ditched the pose the next time but about a week later he was back at doing what he wanted.

He was a selfish bastard. But Harry right here… he has already done so much more than Duke, you’re afraid you’ll never be able to look at another man ever again.

“Just please let me see you,” you beg panting as you grab a handful of his luscious curls and pull him hard against your mouth, your teeth clashing as he keeps pounding into you.

“Right here, baby. I’m right here,” he murmurs, his body weighing down on yours just right, you need to feel him to keep you grounded because the way he is making you feel is definitely out of this world.

He pulls back, just enough to hook his right arm under your left leg and hike it up to his shoulder, the switch allowing him to hit a spot inside you that you never even knew existed.

“Oh my God! There! Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out, your back arching as Harry makes sure not to change anything he is doing.

Every time you said the same thing to Duke he instantly started going deeper or in a different angle and the feeling vanished into nothing in a blink of an eye. Harry knows what he is doing and he is not afraid to cooperate with you for the sake of not just his but your orgasm as well and it makes him a million times hotter if that’s even possible.

“I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to come until you do,” he grunts before turning his head to place an open-mouthed kiss to your calf, his fingers digging into your thigh on your other leg and you’re close to bursting, just a few more… thrusts… and…

“Harry! Fuck!” you scream as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced washes over you, every bone and muscle is shaking in your body and your vision blackens out for a few seconds.

Your walls tighten and pulses around Harry and it finishes him off fast and hard, his thrusts fall out of his rhythm and he grunts loud and raspy as he comes, his head buried in the crook of your neck and your leg slips off of his shoulder, falling to the mattress as if it wasn’t even attached to your body.

“Holy shit,” you pant when you come back to life, blinking your eyes open only to have part of your vision occupied by his unruly curls. You dig your hands into his hair and massage his scalp gently while he lies on top of you and still inside you, both of you still fighting to slow your breathing down to normal.

Several minutes later Harry finally lifts his head up, the widest lazy smile stretched across his handsome face and you can’t help but mirror it as he leans closer and locks lips with him. You’re fucked, in all sense, completely gone, but apparently, Harry is still not done yet.

“That was only two,” he mumbles against your lips. “I promised you three for tonight.”

“Harry, I think I would die from a third,” you chuckle, barely able to lift your arms up. He rolls off of you, his arms curling around you to pull you into his embrace and you happily melt against his hot body, the feeling of his naked skin sticking against yours is so soothing and gentle.

“But I always keep my word. Just trust me! I know you can do one more,” he grins before kissing you, slowly and sensually, his hands raking your back gently, squeezing and massaging your aching body he completely just destroyed.

You’re tangled up under the sheets and his tongue becomes one with yours as you keep making out, it feels so nice and soothing, you barely even notice when you hook a leg over him to get closer to him and your hips start grinding. Harry grins into the kiss, his hands moving down to your ass to pull you closer and he moves the two of you around until you have his thigh between your legs, the one with the tiger tattoo and the one you’ve definitely had dirty thoughts about when you saw him in short shorts in the summer.

“Use my thigh, baby,” he mumbles, kissing down to your throat as you settle in a comfortable position, rubbing your sensitive cunt against his hairy thigh, the friction of your movements slowly building up your third orgasm he promised you, though you’re still not convinced you’ll be able to come again.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now, Y/N,” he gasps as you start to pick up your pace, your clit rubbing against him relentlessly and his skin is slimy from your wetness, you would have never even though about doing this with Duke, but with Harry the sky is the sky is the limit.

“Harry,” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut when the tension between your legs is starting to grow rapidly again.

“Look at me, baby! I want to see your beautiful eyes,” he begs you, cupping your jaw in his palm and you force yourself to open your eyes, meeting his beautiful green ones. “You’re perfect, Y/N. So fucking perfect,” he breathes out before kissing you hard as you keep grinding against his thigh.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you cry out, but you feel like your body is not letting you come for a third time even though you’re desperate.

“Come on, I know you can do it. One more, just one more!” Harry urges you, his hands coming to knead your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and when he bites into your bottom lip while kissing you, the dam finally breaks.

You come repeating his name, panting and gasping for air, Harry wraps you up in his arms tightly and he whispers into your ears as you ride out the last waves of your pleasure.

“You did so good. So fucking good, Y/N. I knew you had one more for me,” he murmurs kissing into your hair.

He lays you onto the mattress next to him and you’ve turned into a ragdoll, completely numb but in the best way possible. Harry gets up and disappears in your bathroom before returning with a towel. You grunt as he cleans you up, like a whiny baby, but he just hushes you kissing your knees before taking care of the mess on himself as well. When he finally returns to bed you’re already half asleep, but when he cradles you in his arms you gladly melt against his body, inhaling his musky scent that smells like sex and some kind of spice, it’s intoxicating and you’re already obsessed. You fall asleep feeling his hands rubbing your back and arms and his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

It’s barely eight am and Harry has already made you come once. You’re convinced you won’t leave this bed in one piece, because he is definitely adamant to keep his word of giving you a second one on this fine morning.

You woke up feeling his lips all over your naked back and it didn’t take long for his gentle fingers to find their way between your legs and soon enough, you were gasping for air starting your day off with an orgasm.

“It’s like you’re obsessed with making me come,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as you pull him against you in the morning bliss.

“Because I am,” he grins smugly. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you scream my name and come on my cock… or fingers… or my tongue,” he mumbles kissing your face all over.

“Mmm, or your thigh,” you add and he nods smirking.

Just when things are about to take up a notch, someone starts pounding on your front door.

“Y/N! It’s me! Let me in, we need to talk!”

You both freeze hearing Duke’s voice coming from outside, the banging continuing as you stare at each other.

“I’ll take care of it,” Harry then announces and gets out of the bed in all of his naked glory and you sit up alerted as he grabs his boxer briefs from the floor, putting them on though his erection is pretty evident through the fabric.

“Harry! You’re gonna answer the door like that?!” you gasp, holding the covers to your chest and he just winks at you before making his way to the front door.

As he opens it and reveals Duke standing there, it takes for your ex to realize what he is seeing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Duke spats at him, but it doesn’t faze Harry at all. Instead, he simply leans against the doorframe, pretending like it’s a normal thing to answer the door with his dick rock hard.

“Y/N can’t come to the door, she’s busy. What do you want?”

“I want you out of my girlfriend’s apartment!” Duke barks, but Harry just laughs at his ridiculous attempt at dominating the situation.

“She is mine now. And if I were you, I would take the remainder of my pride and leave, because I made her come in one night almost as many times as you did in five months. Cheers, mate,” he nods and Duke is so shocked by his answer he doesn’t even move as Harry shuts the door at his face.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you gasp when he returns and quickly gets rid of his underwear before getting into bed with you again.

“What? I told him the truth!” he chuckles before rolling on top of you. “Now, how do you want your fifth orgasm?” he hums, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Just get your wonderful dick inside me already,” you moan impatiently and Harry is quick to please you.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

#harry #styles #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles oneshot #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #neighbor!harry

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ranhaitanisgf · 3 years

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Hello so glad to see you write for Shinichiro!! Could I have some headcanons of spending the day as Shinichiro’s s/o with Shinichiro, Mikey, and Emma? Maybe having a picnic or going to the mall together? Just some fluffy Sano family time!

spending a day with shinichiro sano (feat. emma & manjiro sano): headcanons

[𖤐] hii anon; thank you for requesting this!! it was so cute and fluffy to write i kinda melted a little bit when i was writing this aaaa, i hope you like it!! <333

❧ masterlist

✂︎ honestly, the day was supposed to be just a casual date with shinichiro; going to the mall and doing some window shopping and maybe buying a few things, then going to the food court to get some food before riding to the riverside to watch the sunset. nothing really out there, but just spending time with him was enough for you, so you didn’t really need any sort of fancy date.

✂︎ at least, that was the original plan. you weren’t sure how you had ended up taking emma and mikey along with the two of you, but frankly, you didn’t really mind. there’s probably a lot of other people who would have some...thoughts, if their boyfriend’s little siblings tagged along on their date, but emma and mikey were always such sweethearts, (to you at least) so you actually thought it was a nice change of pace.

✂︎ hm, well, now that you think about it, the both of them coming wasn’t really supposed to happen in the first place. it was pretty nice weather out, so you and shinichiro had decided to walk to the mall instead of taking his bike. the both of you had figured it would be a nice change of pace and that the fresh air would do both of you some good, but you two were so wrapped up in your conversation with each other that you didn’t even notice the steps following you two. it wasn’t until you were almost at the mall that you and shinichiro had realized emma and mikey had tagged along.

“what were you thinking of buying, (y/n)?”

“hm, i’m not really too sure yet, maybe some-”

“i can’t believe that didn’t see us the entire walk!! we’re just that stealthy, emma!”

“what the hell-”

✂︎ and just like that, your date was crashed by the two little kids who had followed you on your way to the mall. according to emma, the only reason she was here was because she was trying to stop mikey, but by the time she finally was able to pull him back, she didn’t know how to get back home, so she just decided to follow you. according to mikey, he had followed you two because...well, just because he wanted to.

✂︎ mikey’s response earned him a punch on the head from shinichiro, who started yelling about how he can’t just crash his date, ‘just because he wants to’.

✂︎ it was obvious from his body language that shinichiro was feeling pretty exasperated from all this, and you can’t really blame him. i mean, who would expect for their little brother to purposefully follow him while he goes on a date?

“sorry about this (y/n), i should’ve noticed they were following us sooner. if you don’t mind, i can run them back real quick while you go look at some shops, how’s that?”

“...hm, actually, if it doesn’t bother you, how about we just take them with us? i don’t really mind that they came along; i really like emma and mikey, and if we take them with us, then you don’t have to go all the way back. is that alright with you?”

“are you sure, (y/n)? mikey can be a little troublemaker sometimes-”

“hey, shut up!! am not!!”

“yes you are!!”

“i’m sure it’s fine, now both of you stop yelling at each other, people are staring!!”

✂︎ gonna be honest here, the two of you looked like a family when you walked into the mall. mikey was sitting on shinichiro’s shoulders while shinichiro kept a firm grip on his legs, and emma was holding your much bigger hand in her smaller one, looking around a bit curiously.

✂︎ as you all walk around, looking at the different shops, there’s going to be a lot of commentary about literally everything from mikey. he’s going to be commentating on everything he sees, whether it’s clothing or a food stand that he wants to go try, his commentary will just be endless.

“do girls really wear that sort of thing??”

“woah, that looks super cool!”

“can we get the dorayaki that’s over there, (y/n)-nii?!”

✂︎ you’ll probably start to notice emma’s longing glances at some of the things that she sees in the windows. she won’t really say anything about it, but you can tell that it’s something she wants, so you’ll go into a couple of the stores with her, asking what it is that she wants. she’ll definitely be surprised at first, but she’ll get really excited that you’re willing to get stuff for her and will show you the things that she thinks are pretty. she’ll probably start talking about how she wants to be able to wear all of the cute stuff she saw in some of the other windows someday, so you just ruffle her hair and tell her that when the time comes, you’ll definitely buy it for her.

✂︎ your actions don’t go unnoticed by shinichiro, so he’ll just be waiting for you outside the store with mikey, looking at you with a small smile on his face. he doesn’t know why, but whenever he sees you getting along with her and mikey, it just warms his heart and reminds him of how much he loves you and how much he wants to be with you for the rest of his life.

“stop staring at (y/n)-nii, it’s weird.”

“wha- i wasn’t-!”

“yes you were! i saw you!!”

“be quiet mikey, i’m trying to have my moment!”

✂︎ ah, well, he actually does know why his heart skips a beat whenever he sees you smiling and getting along with emma and mikey, but he’ll save that for later.

✂︎ when you and emma walk out of the store, the giddy smile on her face makes shinichiro smile down at her before turning his gaze to you, who was looking at her with a giant grin on your face as well.

“let’s go look at some more places?”

“definitely!!”

✂︎ emma is a lot more vocal from that point onward, pointing out all the different things in the shops that she thinks would look best on you. she actually has a pretty good fashion sense, so you ended up buying some of the stuff that she suggested.

✂︎ she’ll even have you try on all the clothing that she picked out for you so that you can show shinichiro, (she whispers to you it’s so that he’s struck with love when he sees you). her plan definitely worked though; when you came out of the dressing room in the clothes she had picked out for you, shinichiro was wordless for a few moments, so captivated by you that he doesn’t even know what it is he should say. he’ll probably stutter out some words after a few moments, the broken sentence resembling that of a compliment, but you’re not quite sure since it’s all pretty broken up.

“wow, uh, you look, uh...wow, you’re very...wow…”

“shinichiro-nii, can’t you think of anything else?! i thought you were supposed to be their boyfriend!! you’re making my plan fail!!”

✂︎ mikey will probably be more interested in going to the food court, and will be asking every five minutes when you guys can be finished with window shopping so that he can eat because he’s absolutely starving, (it’s a lie, he just wants dorayaki).

✂︎ you’ll probably tell shinichiro that he should probably get some new clothing as well, with emma chiming in that his taste in clothes is kinda boring and that he should spice up his wardrobe, (he feels very wounded by this and puts a hand to his heart as if he’s been fatally shot). with that, the four of you will start to look for new clothes for shinichiro. it’s quite the serious mission, so the three of you will be closely examining him whenever he steps outside of the dressing rooms. it’s also like you three are judges at a fashion show, and if you could, you would all be holding up numbers that were rating his outfits, (the employees are fairly amused by all of this).

✂︎ after you all finally find some new clothes for shinichiro, you’ll be making your final stop at the food court, the place mikey has been pestering you about going to for the entire time you were there. he immediately dragged you all over to the dorayaki place, eagerly asking if he could get one. really though, how could you say no to those eyes?

✂︎ after getting everyone something to eat, you’ll all be sitting down, emma and mikey chomping down and their food, and you and shinichiro resting your feet after all the walking you had just done.

“remind me to never bring you to the mall on a date again.”

“what, you didn’t have fun?”

“no! no, that’s not it, i just...my wallet feels lighter than before…”

“you’re so dramatic sometimes, i swear.”

“but you love me.”

“...yes.”

✂︎ by the time you all are done with your food and are exiting the mall, it’s dark out, and emma and mikey are barely able to keep their eyes open, meaning that for the walk home, you were carrying emma on your back and shinichiro was carrying mikey. the walk back was rather peaceful, but what you enjoyed the most was the whispered conversation you were keeping up with your boyfriend, who was complaining about how mikey was drooling on his neck and he could feel it dripping down to his shoulder.

✂︎ after putting both the kids in their respective bedrooms and tucking them in, the two of you just crash on shinichiro’s bed, tired from all the events that had happened that day. you really had to admit though, it was times like these that you would always remember the most. the way he looked like when he was beside you, his eyes already closed as he rested his head on your arm. god, he looked so pretty…

“hmm, what do you think you’re doing?”

“just fixing the hair of my beautiful boyfriend, that’s all.”

“i see...carry on then.”

✂︎ neither of you bothered to change out of your clothes into pajamas, just deciding to leave them on and stay in each other’s embrace. in your opinion, there was truly no better way to end a day than to have shinichiro on your arms, his head fixed into the crook of your shoulder as he peppers kisses all over your neck and jaw.

“love you so much (y/n)...”

“mhm, i love you too.”

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Hmm can you do a licorice cookie x reader human au? Idk if this is an au but basically their humans and not cookiesbut maybe reader works at library and Licorice comes often but strictly so that he could see reader? Basically reader being oblivious to licorices obvious crush on them, sorry if this is not specific enough!!

"Hello, where can I find your most sinister--I-I mean most informative books on necromancy?"

As you were all done shelving the books, you turned around to meet the eyes of your customer.

You never knew what to expect when people entered the library, often coming from distant lands with their royal outfits and crazy hairstyles. From knights to bandits to actual werewolves...everyday was a surprise.

This man in particular might as well be the grim reaper, wearing a robe that looked hastily-sewn together and a skull necklace. His licorice-black hair fell over half his face, showing only one golden eye.

Intimidating for sure, but you simply smiled. "I don't know off the top of my head, but I can show you where our horror fantasy section is."

"That'll do." He grinned, not at all sounding as menacing as he did previously.

"I should let you know, though, that we have a policy against bringing large weapons in here." You politely explained, pointing out the bone scythe he was holding and a nearby sign. "We just don't want any books or displays falling over."

"Awh.." Grim Reaper Man pouted. "Guess one of my minions can hang onto it outside. Schwarzwälder!!"

Then he bolted away very suddenly, leaving you standing there alone. But you just waited for him to return, now scythe-less.

"I feel less evil without it.." He sulked a bit, though when he heard you chuckle he tensed up, feeling his chest fluttering.

'What was that? What happened just now..?'

"Even evil knows when to follow the rules. Now lemme show you where-"

"L-Legion."

"I'm sorry?"

"That's my name...n-not that I would tell you my real name anytime soon." He sneered, trying once more to keep his image up.

"Oh, that's a cool name." You chuckled once more as you both walked to the horror section. "I'm [y/n]."

'Th-They think my name is...cool????' Once again, Legion got that funny feeling in his chest.

A feeling that wasn't good nor bad, but simply foreign.

'Are they cursing me?? No, no..they're just being nice. It's their job, stupid.' While distracted by his own confusing thoughts, he didn't realize you both arrived and you were currently searching for a book similar to what he asked for.

Finally you found one and handed it to him. "Well you're in luck. This is only the first volume but.....Legion?"

"H-Huh?! Oh..right. Thanks." He took the book from you, looking at the title. "Ah yes..this shall serve me well. Is there a chance you'll get other volumes?"

"I'll look at our database, but until then you can check back over the next few days in case anyone returns them. I'm here all week so if you need any more help don't be shy."

"Shy? Me? Hah! I would never shy away from an opportunity for more power....o-or rather knowledge of how I can replicate this power, of course..."

God, why was he getting so tongue-tied over nothing?

The moment he turned to leave, he felt his face growing warm as he stared down at the book. Though when he overheard you helping another visitor he glanced over his shoulder, seeing Hero was asking you about some chemistry mumbo jumbo.

He scoffed, but then wondered why he instinctively scoffed.

Was he...catching feelings for someone he just met? Who was only doing their job and may not actually be this kind at home?

Legion knew he shouldn't let his emotions go astray. Not when he's trying to win the Dark Enchantress' favor. She comes before all else...

Or so he convinced himself until now.

After checking out the book, he exited the library with a huff, much to Brute's confusion "What wrong, master?" He handed the scythe back to him."

"N-Nothing."

"...you seem interrrested in-" Bat-Cat began.

"Silence."

No. He wasn't going to let any silly emotions or thoughts about you get in the way of his quest.

All he'll return to the library to do is research and find the books he needed. Nothing more.

............

As it turns out, you were the only reason Legion kept coming back to the library. He found himself wanting to spend more time with you.

If you were on break or not immediately available, he would browse around until Bat-Cat spotted you or used his echolocation to pinpoint your footsteps.

Yeah..that's a little creepy to anyone who knew, but being creepy was the dark sorcerer's specialty!

Despite denying it again and again, his two main minions weren't that dumb. They knew their master had a crush on you and came up with several plans to push him to confess, while still maintaining his villainous image. Perhaps you could be his evil sidekick!

The only problem?

You were oblivious to all their efforts.

It never occurred to you how flustered Legion got when he asked you to help him find something..only for you to jokingly remind him he asked you the same question just yesterday.

Even when Bat-Cat and Brute encouraged him to partake in the "ritual of exchanging phone numbers" and hang out at a nearby café, you just saw it as him wanting to be close friends. Nothing more.

But he, on the other hand, saw you as someone who could fill that gap in his cold and almost-empty heart. Unlike the enchantress he often complained about in his journals, you paid attention to him when nobody else did.

Not to mention...you were actually sweet to him even outside of work, once you got to know him better and learn why he turned to dark magic. Of course he fibbed some of his "tragic backstory" simply because he wasn't ready to tell you the truth.

All the while he fell for you more and more.

Part of him was scared that he's setting himself up for heartbreak. He was already alone enough and didn't know much about love. Heck, he refused to even ask others who were more knowledgeable about this because of his pride.

He wasn't sure if you realized yet...or if you even saw him that way, too.

Until then, though, he'll keep trying.

For once, he wanted this plan to work.

#clanask #anonymous #cookie run x reader #licorice cookie #licorice cookie x reader #human au #fluff

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apompkwrites · 3 years

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reader impact || first meeting

series masterlist characters: xiao, albedo genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: have i read a few genshin impact x game character reader stories and impulsively decided to make one too? maybe. you can't prove anything. i don't know if this will be a series but we'll see :D

xiao's playthrough -

xiao, named as alatus on his streaming platform, has made himself known as a gaming streamer with an awkward personality and blunt words.

he's the type of streamer who wouldn't have a set type of game and would, instead, play whatever his viewers recommended.

valorant? sure, he'll try it out.

hitman? why not?

animal crossing? it's a complete 180 from the other games, but sure.

when one of his viewers recommended genshin impact, he was quick to say yes and search for the game.

once the game finishes downloading, he quickly begins the game.

once the opening cutscene passes, he compliments the overall aesthetic of the game, pointing out the smaller details such as the footprints made by his character and the sound their clothes make when they move.

as always, his expressions are quite monotone to a point where it seems nothing draws his attention towards the game.

one of his mods, however, knows xiao well enough to where he knows which character he would like.

they convince xiao that the game is worth sticking with towards the second half of chapter 1, act 1.

he doesn't understand but he trusts his mods so he promises to continue.

it takes a few hours, especially because of the grinding, but a few streams later he's finally made it.

after fighting a one-sided argument with cloud retainer, he immediately begins his trek to the wangshu inn. and yes, trek, he enjoys walking/gliding through the world of teyvat rather than fast traveling everywhere.

he walks up the stairs to the top floor of the inn, resting his hands in his lap as the cutscene begins.

"to the blind, everything may not be as it appears..."

xiao is normally stoic during games, even ones with scenes made to fluster the player and catch them off guard.

but not this time.

once xiao's character is faced with yours, he just stops. his chat is spamming messages, asking if he's okay and if he's actually emoting for once.

he just stares at your character for a good five minutes.

and trust me, at least half of his viewers clipped that.

"... who are they?"

that was his only question after those minutes of silence. never before had he been attached to a character within the first few minutes of meeting them. his mind is racing and all he can think about is how amazing your character design is and how nice your voice is and how cool your character is and--

oh right, he's streaming right now...

anyway, the more your conversation goes on, the more he loves your character.

you're just so sassy and snappy but he loves you either way.

once you turn away with your back towards the camera, he just stares.

he stares at the intricate tattoo on your exposed arm and the mask hanging off of your belt.

and then you're gone.

his face drops so quickly and his viewers are very quick to point it out. he grimaces once paimon starts talking and he's very tempted to just speed through her dialogue.

he just wants to see you again.

once he hears from verr goldet that you've never smiled (at least around her), he immediately turns to the camera and says, "we better make them smile in this game."

once he finds out about your favorite food, he's already asking his viewers if he's able to get the recipe for it.

the next time he gets to talk to you, his face just lights up once he sees your character standing on the balcony.

however, once his characters tell you about rex lapis's death, his heart sinks when he hears how sad your voice becomes, even if your tone is still as harsh as before.

he gets all sad again when the quest ends and he has to wait to unlock the next archon quest.

he ends the game there and decides to spend the last few minutes talking to his viewers.

"i'll stream genshin again soon."

his viewers all know it's only because he met you.

albedo's playthrough -

albedo often does art streams and the occasional science-y stream.

if he does games, he mainly uses them to admire the art/mechanics of the gameplay.

genshin impact was one of those games he decided to play on his own solely because of the beautiful scenary.

(and the opportunity to draw more characters).

he's definitely the player that cares about elemental reactions above all else. pretty much every character he uses is built for elemental damage instead of physical.

most of his genshin streams are him walking around teyvat and pointing out the scenary.

he was definitely excited for the dragonspine event because that meant a better view of teyvat!

what he wasn't prepared for, however, was the reveal of a new character: you.

he isn't too into looking at the updates for genshin on his own, so he didn't find out about who you were until his stream asked about it.

he decided to react to the newest updates live since his chat seemed excited to hear his input.

once he pulled up the latest update details, he spent a few minutes talking about the new subzero mechanic.

but once he scrolled down to the characters... OH BOY

he's able to keep his composure but he definitely spends longer talking about you.

he almost gasped when he saw you were the chief alchemist of mondstadt.

combine that with the fact that you rely on elemental damage instead of physical...

your honor, he's fallen hard.

he'll put a countdown on stream to when your character and event drops, even on his non-genshin streams.

speaking of those streams, on the week just before your event, his streams will all be based around you and the information he's seen on you.

his art streams will consist of you and how he thinks your attacks will work just based on the description (he purposely avoided all pictures of your attacks for this stream).

his science-y streams would probably be based on your element.

once your event drops, that's the only thing he'll stream until it's over.

your assistant used to be his favorite character to play as but they just never clicked. it's not like he hates your assistant, it's just he didn't immediately fall in love with them.

his party definitely has your assistant in it, though.

he would have normally taken his time to look around dragonspine and admire the new scenery, but he couldn't help but speed through it until he finally gets to see you onscreen.

once the cutscene officially introduces you in front of a canvas, he's internally panicking.

you like art too?! and science?! how perfect can you be?!?!?!

he will genuinely feel bad when he scares the hilichurls because he knows that that's what you were sketching.

"who are you? why did you alarm them?"

NOW HE FEELS EVEN WORSE

even when you tell him you've finished sketching, he wants to make it up to you :((

if he were able to, he would've lured more hilichurls to let you sketch more.

some people in his chat would probably spam him to skip your dialogue because it's so wordy, but that's the exact reason why he listens to it all.

he likes listening to your character ramble on, especially because you have a soothing voice.

anytime your character does their idle animation where you give life to something, he will always let it play. even if your dialogue is finished before the animation, he would not progress until it's completed.

once your character asks for help, he would immediately agree before you finished your sentence.

man just wants to spend more time with you.

he likes staring at the tattoo on your neck whenever the camera is close to you. he just thinks it's really pretty on you.

once your other nonplayable assistant begins talking, he'll skip through the dialogue. he doesn't care if it goes more in depth into this world's alchemy, he just wants to hear it from you.

"hmm, looks like the potion's ready. i'll try a little first."

"please don't..."

he doesn't want you to try it just in case it hurts you :(

anytime he is allowed to walk freely with you around, he'd definitely put his traveler character next to you for a few minutes and just let you two stare at each other.

someone asks him why he spends a few minutes doodling on his desk when you talk.

he shows them the notebook that he had been writing notes in. it's filled with little doodles of you and some more information you give on the world of alchemy.

for future streams the involve you, he'd set up another camera to show the notes and doodles he's making about you.

sometimes he'll spend a few minutes on a single section where the camera is focused on you just to recreate the picture in the notebook.

he absolutely loves whoever planned out the camera angles because of how cute you look in every one of them.

he definitely gets a bad vibe from rosaria when she hints at the fact that you may be using alchemy against him.

he will defend you and alchemy to his grave!

that one scene where you create a flower in front of you is one he will always treasure.

he makes sure someone clipped that moment just so he can draw that, make it a print, and put it on his wall.

since most of his viewers most likely consist of artists, he will encourage them to draw you and send him fanart. he will put them all on a wall and dedicate every picture that goes there to you.

"if i one day lose control... destroy mondstadt... as well as everything around it..."

"huh?"

"will you be there to stop me?"

"wait... no."

if people were only listening to that portion, they would still be able to hear the pout on his face.

he'll end the game there but change his stream into an impromptu art stream.

he will only be drawing you in nice situations to distract himself from the fact that there is something going on with you.

"hm? what do you mean something's wrong with (name)? i have no idea what you're talking about."

poor boy's in denial...

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♡𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷♡

𝓖𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐺𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝐺𝑜𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.

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𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔(𝑠):𝐹𝑒𝑚!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡(𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝)! 𝐺𝑢𝑛

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“Why couldn’t this have waited until another day?” Gun muttered, unbuttoning his shirt, letting it slide off his taut frame, and neatly folding it, placing it onto the roof of his car. He was glad he hadn't put his jacket on, having left it in his passenger seat. “I can’t dirty my clothes again, [Name] will be mad if I get blood on it.” He rolled his broad shoulders until they released a satisfying crack, his thick muscles bulging as he stretched his arms across his scarred chest. Gun peered at a nearby store, the digital clock displaying in big white numbers, ‘7:45 PM’. He groaned, his lips curling into a scowl whilst his arms fell to his side. He didn’t have enough time to deal with this.

“Hmm, and it’s almost time for our date. Fuck.” Gun whispered to himself. He clenched his fists, narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. He removed his shades and revealed his dark gaze, placing his favorite accessory to his side as well. “I’ll make this quick, Goo. I have more important places to be.”

Goo laughed, grinning in his spot as he balanced a pole in his hands. He rolled his eyes, arching a brow at his partner. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gun, maybe if you didn’t spend all your time by [Name]’s side, we could have dealt with this matter much earlier. That girl has you wrapped around her pretty little finger, huh?”

“Shut it,” Gun said, already racing towards the blonde and thrusting his fist, knuckles colliding with metal. Upon the cold sensation meeting his skin, he wanted to absolutely kill Goo and rip him to shreds. This would take longer than he wanted, wasting his already precious, short time. He backed off, having a considerable distance between the two, stretching his fingers a few times before clenching them again. He growled, spitting venomously, “You just like picking fights.”

“You did too. Before you met her, y’know,” Goo tutted, waving his finger in the air. He scoffed, voice low, “Who would’ve thought? Gun going soft for a girl. Psh, pathetic. Never thought I’d live to see the day...” The blonde trailed off, his face becoming stoic, his mind wandering. You truly had to be someone exceptional if you managed to have a guy like Gun to fall for you. He always wondered who you were, how you looked like, what you did, but Gun had kept you a secret from the world of crime. He hid almost every known trace abou you and tied every loose end that implicated you existed. No one knew who you were and no one could find you — unless Gun allowed them to.

Goo found it so irritating how he was unable to know the girl who made such a notorious gangster go soft.

He only met you once and that was by pure sheer luck; dropping by unexpectedly at one of Gun's apartments, only to be met with the sight of you. Seeing how Gun reacted, he knew you were supposed to be kept hush-hush. But boy, did he have a field day the next time he saw the man.

Goo had to meet you again. Or at least, know you more.

Only when Gun’s fist connected with Goo’s face did the man snap out of his thoughts, the impact of such force throwing him a few feet backwards. He dug his feet into the floor, a high-pitched screech coming from his shoes as the rubber burned against the pavement. With his sleeve, Goo wiped his cheek, seeing a speck of blood staining his clothes. Goo chuckled, standing up straight with a grin, “If I can remember right, you told me you got Eli Jang in trouble for basically the same thing. What was her name again? Heather?”

Goo blocked the upcoming attack, his pole raised and crossed above his face. He pushed Gun back with an effortless swing of the pole. He tilted his head and scratched the back of his head with his free hand. “How is [Name] any different from Heather? What does she have on you?”

Gun twisted his neck gently until he heard a crack, looking back at Goo as he hissed with venom, “Nothing.”

“Let me think, let me think….” Goo hummed, racking his mind for any possibility that someone like Gun would stay with a woman longer than one night. His face lit up and he broke out into a wide grin, pointing a finger at Gun. “Aha! You got the poor girl knocked up, right?! See, I always tell you to wear protection! Just couldn’t keep it in your pants, hm? Shaaame.”

“Ugh, fuck no. I don’t want kids and neither does she. We made that clear at the beginning," Gun said with a sneer, annoyed beyond comprehension at Goo's antics.

“Awe, I really thought she held something over you. How about this: I’ll stop fighting you if you tell me why you’re still with such a pretty girl like [Name]? Deal?" Goo offered, slinging the pole onto his shoulder. His eyes darkened as he spat maliciously, knowing each word would wind and rile Gun's emotions. "She deserves better than a perverted gangster, you both know that.”

Gun stayed silent, the corners of his lips tugging down into a frown. Goo’s last words struck a chord in him, sending a pang through his heart upon hearing an insecurity he’ll never admit to. Of course. Everyone told you to stay away from a man like Gun. People kept telling you you will only get hurt in the end, that a better man will come along and sweep you off your feet if you just waited, or you could always do better than him. But you never listened. You stayed by his side, even when the whole world looked down on you two. Even for months, he tried convincing himself he felt nothing for you, but after a while, he finally accepted that someone managed to tear down his walls and enter his hollow, cold heart — you.

You were just a different kind of girl - no- a different kind of woman. A special woman he had the pleasure of meeting. One he wouldn’t dare let go of now that he has the privilege of calling you ‘mine’. And by any god out there, he won’t be a stupid fool to lose you.

Gun sighed. “I tell you and you’ll put this stupid fight behind us, right?”

Goo placed a hand over his chest, replying shortly, “You have my word.~”

“[Name] is just that special person you meet once in your life. One you know you can’t let go of because there isn’t another like her. Simple as that.”

“What?! Ugh, don’t be boring! Tell me more!”

“You asked why I stayed with her and I told you.”

“Yeah, but I expected a story, not some sad attempt at an old man’s wise words.”

A low guttural sound rumbled in Gun’s throat, his eye twitching. “Maybe when I’m in a better mood I’ll tell you, but if you’ll excuse me, I have a date with my woman.”

Goo groaned and tossed his pole to the side, rolling his eyes and grumbling, "Fiiine, but you owe me a story. "

"Whatever—damnit," Gun looked at the clock once again and his face contorted into one of pure irate. "I'm late."

'8:12 PM'

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Your head rested on your hand, balancing a glass of wine between your fingers, twirling the cup as the liquid swished around. Your eyes were looking down on the glory of Gangdong, the shimmering, blinding lights of the city mesmerizing you. The city always looked beautiful at this time of night. You just wished you could enjoy it with the person you cherished. A sigh leaves your lips and you look away, eyes trailing to the other tables over the balcony.

The lingering eyes of many strange men didn't faze you anymore, the two burly boys surrounding your table always making them avert their gaze as fast as it landed. A courtesy of your boyfriend, who was at least thirteen minutes late, who insisted on you needing to be guarded at all times. You knew if he were here, no one would dare to even breathe in your direction, let alone glance.

The cool air pricked your skin and a shiver passed through your body, reminding you of where you were. For a man as smart as him, Gun tended to neglect keeping the season in mind when planning your dates. Nonetheless, you were happy he went out of his way to take you out on such a busy schedule.

You jumped in your seat, snapping out of your thoughts. A jacket was wrapped around your frame, warmth immediately enveloping you as the fabric made contact with your bare skin. You looked up and smiled.

Gun stood behind you, towering over your sitting form as he made sure you were nice and covered. His coat basically swallowed you whole. A small stuffed animal was tucked under his arm, it’s fluffy fur peeking out. He walked over to take his seat, pulling the chair out, and wasting no time to slip in. He waved to the guards and they nodded, beginning to clear the scene of people.

“Sorry I’m late, [Name],” Gun started, taking the stuffie out from underneath his arm and presenting it to you. Oh, how adorable. "I brought you a gift as an apology."

A small brown otter sat in his palms, barely taking up Gun's hands. It’s beady, plastic eyes looked straight at you, a little smile stitched onto its snout. A snort left you. The sight of such a well-dressed, intimidating man carrying such an adorable toy was amusing. "Really now? Just a cute toy, Gun?"

Gun sighed and sat up a bit from his chair, leaning over the table, and cupping your face as he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek. As quick as it started, Gun's lips left and he was seated once again. You pout. "Don't give me that look, [Name]. We can do more at home if you want but not here."

"It's not wrong to be disappointed in no kiss on the mouth after not seeing your boyfriend for such a long time. Don't you think I deserve it?"

Gun smirked, placing his shades on the table and taking your hand, intertwining your fingers together. He gave a light squeeze and you didn't miss a beat as you squeezed his coarse hand back. The way you pursed your lips and looked at him with such glossy, innocent eyes made his heart swell. With such a pretty, cute face, it was hard to say no to you. "Hmm, maybe. But Olly told me you crossed paths with Hostel A." Gun spoke, slipping his hands from yours and picking up his dinnerware, quickly cutting the savory meat into pieces. He didn't hesitate to put a piece up to your mouth, a hand underneath so as to not have the juice leak. "I was told you nearly broke the Uncles' bones and Big Daddy himself."

Your face scrunched up and you scoffed, shaking your head. You placed the stuffed animal to the side, petting it. "Figured those assholes wouldn’t tell you everything. The ‘uncles’ wouldn’t leave me alone and I thought Olly was another one of those bastards,” you snap, sitting back in your seat with a scowl. “How was I supposed to know he was trying to help when he dresses like that? I thought he was trying to assault me for God’s sake!”

Gun placed down his fork on his plate and his face twisted into one of fury, eyes turning cold and rigid as all the warmth disappeared whilst his lips curled back into a nasty frown. You almost thought his infamous scowl was directed towards you, but you knew better. You dear boyfriend wouldn't dare lay a single finger on you if it didn't bring you pleasure. "They what?"

You smiled softly, placing your hand over his as it clenched into a fist. With your small attempt at trying to soothe him by rubbing small circles, you spoke with a bit of hesitation, "Ah, yeah. They kept trying to get my number and wouldn't let me leave the booth I was in. I had no other choice than to use the training you taught me. Since I never met Olly, I really thought he was just another one of them and I reacted before thinking, making me attack him too."

Gun scoffed, shaking his head as he listened to your explanation with disbelief, every word fueling his rage of someone daring to hit on his woman. Every fiber in Gun's body screamed, wanting to feel their skin underneath his fists as he pounded them into oblivion. But the only thing stopping him was his date with you. For now, he'll put his anger aside to be with you and keep you happy. Who knows how long he'll be gone and when he'll see you again. The man has to make every second count.

Yet, he couldn’t let this go unpunished.

"Fuck." Gun leans closer to you and sits on the edge of his chair. Placing his hand over yours, he slips his fingers to grasp your palm, and lifts your hand to his lips, pressing tender kisses against your knuckles. His thumb grazing softly across your fingers and his eyes flutter shut. You couldn't help but stare in awe, never quite seeing him like this.

So careful with you, so gentle, you were surprised he wasn't seething in his seat and threatening to break their heads open. Gun opens his eyes and looks up at you, shaking in his seat. “I promise I’ll have those fuckers begging on their knees for your forgiveness. They should know better than to treat a woman with such rudeness and disrespect. Shit, I’ll go right now. I’ll beat them till-”

Your sweet laugh reaches his ears, cutting him off from his little speech. You lean in and pull in his hand to your lips, pressing a tender peck to his coarse knuckles. Gun felt his heart race and skip a beat at the sight, shock crossing his features. You look up, looking at your boyfriend with mirthful eyes. “As much fun as that sounds, I'd rather you stay here. Please? I want to spend as much time with you before you go back to work.”

The man stayed silent for a few seconds, taking in your words. He looked away, clicking his tongue before he broke out into a small smile, a blush blooming across his cheeks and the tip of his ears burning a bright red. “Of course, [Name]. Though, you could’ve just said you like spending time with me.”

Giggling, you lower your hands and shake your head. “Gun, of course I like spending time with you. You’re my favorite person and I love you after all.” Your voice said those three words with such fondness, it’s as if the man was in a dream.

If your words from before didn’t send Gun over the edge, your proclamation of love surely did now. He looked down, grinning like an idiot, showing a soft, bashful side he’s never revealed to anyone before. He swore his heart would jump out of his throat from how fast it was pounding against his ribcage. Gun grasped your hand tightly and sighed blissfully, Gently, he spoke, gazing at you with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

You smiled.

The tension in the air grew to be too much and both of you found it unbearable, wanting to do what both of you have been waiting for for weeks.

Both of you sat up and leaned over the table, closing the gap between you two as your lips interlocked, slipping together like if you were made for eachother. The kiss sparked and fed the fire both of you held in your hearts, burning brighter with every moment you spent at one another’s side. Gun couldn’t help but smile against your mouth.

As much as he hated being apart from you for so long, moments like these made the long hours worth it. If working so much meant he could provide for you, then he wouldn't mind doing it for the rest of his life if you had a roof over your head and a nice, warm meal at night.

Afterall, you were his woman.

And he loved you.

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