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[crabbycatboy]

The second part of my "Sayu & other NSR artists collaboration" series!

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Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier James Bucky Barnes | Morally Gray Princess!You. 

Description: When the Winter soldier experiments go wrong on your fiance Crown Prince James Barnes and he ends up crippled and unstable, you call the engagement off and your family proposes that the alliance can still be on if his family pairs you up with his twin brother Nick instead. But then James breaks out of the lab one night and comes straight for you, razing through everyone who stands in his way, hurt and unforgiving.

Disclaimer: I do not own James Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler or any of the MCU characters mentioned (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content. Minors do not interact.  

Warnings: Dubcon, morally gray!reader, opportunistic reader, smut with plot, dark!Bucky, angst, winter soldier, exhibitionism, choking, hair pulling, slapping, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected p-in-v, biting, missionary and doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, fear kink, power imbalance, Bucky's metal arm (?), pet names (rosey, baby), Daddy kink, sir kink.

Note: I think this sounds a bit unserious and somewhat goofy aah but this was exactly my idea and I don't think I could have done it any different. Please let me know what you think <3 

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You rolled your eyes with a scoff at something your now fiance and ex brother-in-law to be, Crown Prince Nick Barnes, said. The night was cool and you had ordered for the lights of the garden that your balcony faced to be turned down. Your silk nightgown that was dark blue in color -Nick's royal color- hung from your shoulders in the most comforting way as the skirt bit of the article swayed with the gentle breeze. You heard Nick's chuckle on the other end of the video call and before you retorted with something edgy because that was just the kind of Princess that you were, you shifted against the railing to make yourself more comfortable while still holding the phone in such a way that he could see you.

His demanding nature was not one you particularly fancied but you supposed that was the kind of liberty that came with being an actual heir. Though you couldn't help but be reminded of how although his brother -the older twin- was a much better crown prince than Nick could ever be and yet he had never made you feel inferior in status by imposing his will on you.  

It was impossible for you not to muse on the possibility that if your older sister, The actual Crown Princess of your kingdom, had been chosen by his brother instead of you, Nick would still treat her the same way and if she would put up with having to be subservient. 

"All things considered, Your Royal Highness, we are still not having a dozen children" the title never failed to sting your tongue due to how you had never had to use it for your original fiance. 

But Nick was just one of those people. 

His snort made you want to roll your eyes but you knew better than to disrespect him as the two of you shared a rather formal relationship that was quite terse around the edges. Perhaps, his brother had spoiled you too much. "I always find it amusing that you think you have a choice in–" you were busy watching the stars because you could not bear to look at him when he behaved like this. But then he abruptly changed the topic and you didn't care to express concern by glancing at the screen, "I thought you said you excused your ladies, little one" he did not appreciate being lied to; something he shared with his identical brother.  

"I did, Your Excellency" when he sighed in disapproval, you had to avert your eyes from the sky to look down at him on the screen with an air of annoyance about you. "I really–" 

"Then who is that behind you?" Nick had also been busy reading away on a tablet as he traveled somewhere -probably back to the Palace- in a vehicle but now he narrowed in on his screen. 

Your eyebrows remained flat and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Ha ha, Your Highness, very funny" he had a thing for making silly jokes when he was in an agreeable mood, or at least moving towards one. 

"Y/n, I am serious" there was an urgency in his voice as he leaned closer to get a better look. "Turn around right now and tell me who is–" 

"You even wear his color now, huh rosey?" Your body took a good few moments to register the voice behind you and you nearly failed to recognize it at first. Though when your brain finally managed to make the association, your heart dropped into your stomach and your blood ran ice cold. 

You spun around on your heels so hard they ached, coming face to face with James Barnes; the original Crown Prince and your real fiance. The man who had chosen you over your sister; giving preference to you for once, the brave warrior who had surrendered his body to his country; so they could make the best protector possible out of him, the honorable fool who only wanted to do good; a hero too noble for this wretched world.

Your phone that now blared with Nick's alarmed yells slipped through your numbing fingers but James caught it before it could break against the ground. "What the hell are you doing here?" You harshly whispered as if in a defensive autopilot, overwhelmed by how he had grown three times his size. Your eyes unintentionally traveled to where his arm had gotten mutilated on an expedition and you found a metal one glinting up at you in its stead. Maybe your reaction could be considered foolish in hindsight, but the knowledge that you were utterly at this unstable man's mercy and had nothing to defend yourself with against his monstrous stature terrified you. That in turn caused you to act in the only way you thought was appropriate as you desperately hoped for your facade to affect him in a helpful way. 

"Did all those years mean nothing to you, rosey?" His face was covered in stubble and his dark hair was long as it obscured most of his features, deep voice animalistic as his black leather clad form seemed to expand and contract with each heavy breath. Your throat tightened in on itself and your breath hitched. What the hell had they really done to him? 

"You shouldn't be here, James" you looked around for your guards– anyone but found the area to be eerily silent. How had you not noticed this ominous shift in your environment before? "That is against the rules as you're endangering the future Queen and many other people" he was all about rules and that was what you had disliked most about him. "Go back" your heart was on the verge of exploding but you pushed on with as much a semblance of composed firmness as you could muster. 

Nick's threats and curses melted into the background as James coldly snorted before snatching you by your hair, fingers snaking through a tangle of the strands, the action causing you to wince. It was only when you tried to fight him back and the bustle caused the two of you to inch closer to the lighting of your chambers did his face really come into your view. Your eyes widened in horror as your hand went to clamp over the hold he had on you defensively.

His pale face was covered in blood splatters and his glossy teal eyes seemed to shake, their blown pupils crazed. 

"So it was always about the crown then, huh, rosey?" You would never have expected him to sound as hurt and betrayed in this maddened state as he did.

"You know it was" you lied through your teeth to try and get his stance to falter like it always did when you counterattacked to his affectionate advances with hostility; the only thing you had known all your life. "Nothing matters more than the crown" the world functioned on power. So you had always used and abused that you had over him; over his heart. 

"I see" except, it didn't seem to budge him much today. Your eyes desperately scanned your dark surroundings again, this time for a weapon albeit still in vain. "In that case, you should be with me, then" your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you whimpered at how his fingers tightened around your neck. 

"James!" And then you were getting dragged back into your chambers. 

Once he had approached your bed, he placed your phone on the bedside table so a fuming Nick could clearly see whatever was about to unfold. 

Your flailing form was yanked back in frame and then held tightly in place by the clasping of his metal hand over the deep neckline of your nightgown. "Because I am all fixed up," your eyes turned to look at him in horror as he chuckled dryly, "and back to take all that's mine" you screamed and hot tears finally rushed down your flushed cheeks when your compressed breasts sprang free in the air upon his tearing a thick valley between the front piece of your gown. James only snickered into the camera while his brother screamed at him to not dare damage what was his amongst other profanities. 

But wasn't James simply repossessing what had always belonged to him in the first place? 

He had finally corrected himself in the way the world deserved. 

Now he would only live for himself like everyone else was. 

He was done getting played for a fool by all. 

"Please!" Your words fell on deaf ears as the man proceeded to further rip his brother's color off your body furiously until nothing remained in his hold except for your nudity, strong jaw nearly ticking broken due to how it was clenched as he did so. 

"Tell me, dear, did you also let him have you?" You were nearly petrified at this point both by shame and fear as he manhandled you onto the bed before crawling over you like a predator and trapping your limbs under his. "And if you dare lie to me then so God help me" his metal hand roughly fondled your breasts as his other hand tightly restrained your limp yet determined wrists above your head. 

"S- Stop!" Your back arched and you turned your face away in disgust when he started sniffing you all over like a hungry hound. 

"Hm, what about this little pussy of mine down here" a chill ran down your spine at how the crevices of his metal hand felt against your nether lips when he stroked them. "Has she forgotten her Daddy, hm?" He was the stark opposite of the man you had been engaged to and that in addition to how you had last seen him slashing at the lab assistants while speaking a language you did not understand as well as how semi-liquid crimson particles covered his face caused for a wave of pure terror to rush over you. But it was nothing compared to the chilling fact that his body heat and touch -regardless of its fashion- had awakened that one familiar feeling only he could evoke in you.

Nick went silent at James' words and you felt blood rush to your tear stained cheeks. 

Contrary to popular belief, you were not the chaste future Queen saving herself for her wedding night and King like the royal protocol demanded. 

But in your defense, the then future King, James, himself was the one who had defiled you because you were already his. And you had let him for you could act all high and mighty as you desired in front of him as well as others due to how comfortably open he had always been about his feelings for you hence presenting a very vulnerable perhaps even a subservient part of himself to you on a silver platter, but also because the man knew how to fuck.

You were addicted to how he felt against you and though you had never brought your suspicion to your lips, you had wondered for the entirety of the time your betrothal had changed to Nick whether the younger twin would ever be able to come even close to his brother. 

"Would you look at that?" His coo sounded out of place and ominous due to how the pretend softness stood out from the menace of his tone. "It doesn't seem like she has," your fingers instinctively clawed the air to try and take a hold of his hand to deal with the feeling of his bionic digits invading their way between your petals. "She still weeps and blinks up dumbly at me like a stupid slut all the same" horror filled you as you became hyper aware of Nick's eyes on you, and yet your skin began to buzz at the filthy words that still scratched you in that one way regardless of everything. "Rosey…?" It was chilling how he playfully raised an eyebrow like he wasn't covered in blood and flesh of the people that he had torn apart on his way to you, instead giving you a lazy grin as he spread your privates apart with the back of his hand. "Be honest for once and say, you didn't let him touch you, did you?" Your loins sparked to life when the tip of his finger ghosted over your entrance. "I mean, I know how demanding a whore you really are, common ways can't satisfy you and you don't waste your time on lost causes" James bent down to inch his grin closer to peer down at you and you had to turn your eyes away with a clasping shut of your lids. You had been caught. "The crown matters more than anything, huh?" Your eyes further clenched at his taunt and a shiver reverberated through you when his hot tongue darted out to swipe across the tear stains on your cheeks. 

He had promised you during your courting period that he would never allow a single tear to fall from your eyes. It seemed so that even in this state, he was determined to keep it. This way or that.

"I- I belong to someone else now." Having always been treated inferior to your sister, you refused to let go of your only chance at power. So jutting your chin out determinedly you refused to look at him and falter in your stead, for you knew it would make you cave as his face was still that of your protector and pursuer.

Because even if a woman had not the slightest preference for her admirer, the mere knowledge that she was fancied earned him a place in her heart still. 

"No, you don't" his words were stern and determined. "You were mine and you are mine" his lips trailed their way down to your neck to mark you his while one of his metal fingers penetrated your intimate band of muscles, causing you to bite back a moan as your pussy clenched defensively; hence intensifying the pleasure. "It's not your fault, really. Your little girl brain is too small to remember the difference between me and him for too long since we are identical, huh baby?" You hated how your traitorous hips betrayed you and began to move in sync with his finger. "But you don't have to worry your pretty little head about that, my sweet rosey…" His lips ghosted over your ear, hot breath fanning your alarmed skin. "I'll just claim you again to remind you" his teeth were sharp and unforgiving against your skin that had faded out the marks of his passion. "And I'll put my heir into that little womb of yours so whenever your tiny mind tries to get too silly again, my child will remind you who you belong to" he refused to acknowledge your protests at that and plopped his fingers out of you just long enough to undo his pants. "Besides," his hard cock easily found its way to your entrance, as always, "isn't procreation one of the duties of the King and the Queen?" 

It was then you realized that his transformation had been physical in every sense. 

Your eyes widened as your body jolted upwards in shock, lazed out hips now sparking up to life to almost try and get away from the cruel impaler that threatened to intrude it in a manner so devastating that the band feared a ripping of the lining. 

James snorted when your pussy refused to accept him and clenched in on itself defensively to shut him out, your petals nearly trembling in fear. "Aw, baby. How cute, you did stay faithful to me after all, huh" shaking his head when you only sobbed in response, he grunted as his huge shoulders moved to attempt an invasion yet again only to be denied. "Tsk, tsk, never learns her lesson, does she?" 

"Plea–" your words were cut off by a harsh smack resounding against your pussy lips and you jerked up and into his chest. 

"Bad pussy" he seemed to be immersed in a world of his own amusement and lust, ears deaf to your pleas while his dark eyes drank up every last drop you had to offer. "Always playing around with her Daddy" the force of his metal hand was cruel against your tender flesh when three short paced slaps came down on it in quick succession. "Thinking she has a choice, tsk" the next hit was hard and heavy. "It seems she needs to be reminded who calls the shots around here" two concluding slaps later, you were being braced for his cock again and surprisingly enough, your tense little pussy was much more compliant with receiving him this time. 

That, and the embarrassing amount of slick that had seeped through your petals as a product of the brief disciplining session. 

"You feel that, baby?" His eyes finally looked up into yours as he aligned himself along your entrance. "She's all fixed up for her Daddy now" and then he pushed in. 

"Oh!" Your back arched before you could respond since he bottomed out rudely at once, biting down on a sensitive patch of your neck the same time as when he intruded your insides. 

The thing was, it wasn't that James wasn't an experimental lover, no. The two of you had done things that you felt mortified to even think about for too long. But it had always been with proper care and vigilance because the then crown prince was very soft on you as he referred to you as his heart. So you treated him like a pet dog and trampled all over his feelings and the liberty you had found in his treatment of you; something you had never been allowed before. You were used to pulling at his strings like a puppeteer.

But now, the way he pulled and twisted you in whatever fashion that he desired… 

You never expected the rush of hot need that waved its way over you and the thick arousal that gushed out of your womb to slick his cock to be the result of his manhandling you like you were no more than a doll for him to play with. 

And then his touch that you had been deprived of for months was further blocking your intellectual faculties amongst other things. 

James' eyes fluttered close as his metal hand reached for your throat to squeeze out the remnants of your refusals. A grunt left him as he let himself reminisce as well as get overwhelmed by the velvet texture of your splotched walls. He brought his face closer to yours and groaned before pressing it into one of your cheeks to press hard, sloppy kisses all over it as his hips moved but only to press harder up your womb. 

It was James' custom invented way of getting you completely stretched out for his cock. 

… That had grown thrice its size because of his serum procedures. 

And the man had already been way bigger than the average. 

"J- Jame-s!" You gasped out, struggling to breathe. His stiff tip felt like it was beginning to penetrate something else. "P- Plea-se!"

"What do you want, huh baby?" Your features scrunched together in discomfort as you flexed your fingers again. They needed to be freed so they could hold onto something to cope with the overwhelming penetration.  

"Move…" A smirk pulled his lips apart and he opened his dark teal eyes to peer down at you, silently grunting as he pushed deeper at that. "P- Pl-ease–" your tears were starting to become hot and you could feel your nerves bulging against your forehead from the lack of oxygen. 

"Will you behave if I do?" Your toes curled as you hissed, the knee that you wanted to bring up as a way to deal with the pain trapped under his heavy thigh.

You timidly nodded because there was not much else left for you to do. It hurt, and you wanted him to move to ease the pain almost as much as you needed him to fuck you. 

James clicked his tongue in disapproval and bit down on one of your nipples in a punishing manner, making you jolt upwards in pain. "Use your words, honey." A surge of pure pleasure overwhelmed you and you moaned loudly with satisfied nods, letting him know that you were in the process of complying. 

Like you always did when he was buried balls deep in your cunt.

"So you were fucking him when he was courting you, weren't you?!" Nick was furious on the other line, feeling like a lied to fool as you had denied it when he had asked you about it. "I fucking knew it you stupid slut!" The words caused you to clench harder around James' girth as you bit your bottom lip. "I am–" he went to cut the call but a gun entered the frame to press into his temple as his car seemed to come to a halt. You heard a faint 'watch' being told to your fiance.

But for some twisted reason, the way in which Nick's livid eyes now watched you with a quiet rage caused the desire in your hips to only bubble hotter. He didn't have a choice for once and you could go against him all you pleased "I w- will behave… p-lease!" Your eyes had stuck on your fiance so James patted your cheek to redirect your attention to him. 

"Eyes on me" the demand was followed by his letting go of your wrists to snake his arms under your waist to hoist you up and in a more convenient position for his cock. You moaned as your fingers found his long hair to hold on to. 

"Y- Yes… sir" his leather jacket was coated in blood and human and you did not want yours to add to the mix. So you raked your mind and you raked it hard. "T- Thank you, sir" you rather prided yourself on your opportunistic wit. 

James chuckled darkly as he began to reel his hips back, your cavern making a loud decompression sound as a result. You found yourself sighing in relief when his hard skin unglued from yours because for a second it had begun to feel like he was stuck in your channel.

"So fucking clever even with that little brain, aren't we, baby?" Of course you could never truly fool him regardless of how good you were. 

"BUCKY! OH!" A vile whine loudly left you when he kissed your chin only to sink down his teeth into it next as his hips snapped against yours to fuck you upwards. He didn't halt this time and pulled out again to back thrust in, his movements slow but visibly desperate to speed up. "FUCK!" 

"Ah, there is that girl I raised on this cock and its milk" your chin stung when he finally let go to close his mouth on one of your cheeks now, causing you to shiver from how overwhelmed you felt by the pain in your face and the pleasure that bloomed in your pussy that was inching closer and closer to a proper pounding as result. 

"Please fuck your child in me!" It had been far too long. "Please! I need it so bad! Please fuck me full of your children so I can always remember who I belong to!" You liked how Nick watched– had to watch. It almost felt like revenge; a slap you had wanted to hit him stupid with for the longest time for making you feel so low when his brother, who was twice the man he could ever hope to be and your real suitor, never had. James' cock felt just right as he fucked you so good that you began to see neon stars. You didn't care anymore. Or at least, not in the moment. It felt as though your life depended on this release. 

Perhaps… it did.

Besides, the silence in your surroundings and gun next to Nick meant James had it covered in some way. Not that it was much of a surprise. His Kingdom had the greatest army to date and those soldiers were loyal and compliant only to him. 

"You know what's the best part about this, rosey?" Your mouth was agape as you panted and moaned through it alike, tugging at his silky strands as his ballsack clapped against the beginning of your ass before sliding into your cunt each time, the primal smell of slick, sweat and sex floating in the air around you.

"What is it, my King?" You were shameless with it, as you had always been. "Please tell me" the fake way in which you unclasped your fingers from his hair to scratch one of his cheeks with your nails made him clench his jaw as he squeezed one of your tits, pistoning his cock in and out of you even faster. 

"I know you don't mean any of this" you froze momentarily and his crooked smirk morphed into a grin. "But you will before the year's end" you went to speak but his metal hand found your clit just in time and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into the stubble of his cheek. "I know you will" him promising you that you'd return his feelings one day wasn't anything new. He had always told you that. However, normally your response would be a roll of your eyes or simply a change of topic. But today, something dangerously final lingered in them and you had no clue why but you found yourself answering; 

"Yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I will, sir!" One of his thick nerves twitched against a particularly sensitive spot in your walls the same time his tip found your special bundle of nerves and brutally collided into them, tearing out incoherent screams from deep within you. "Oh- I am– I am–"

"Don't cum" his hand disappeared from your clit and your eyes that you had subconsciously closed flung open as you begrudgingly tugged at his hair with a needy whine. "You don't deserve it" your body violently jiggled up and down in his arms as you vehemently shook your head. 

"NO! PLEASE!" If there was one thing he didn't appreciate, it was you raising your voice at him. But you couldn't help it, your build up was nearing its edge and the fear that it would topple over all wrong after such a long time scared you. Because once an orgasm was ruined, there was no coming back from it. James had taught you that one night after a ball when you had danced with someone a little too frankly. 

"No?" He was panting himself as he hugged your waist closer to his, the feeling of his cock's imprint pressing against both of your stomachs only making him slam you down harder and harder. "So you deserve it?" 

You quickly shook your head as your boobs flew about, pussy trying to close on itself out of sensitivity when his metal fist closed around your throat again. "N- No! No! I don't, sir!" Your voice altered in a humiliating manner when he squeezed and your dry throat pressed in on itself, making you cough. 

"That's right" his hand parted from your neck long enough to slap you. "Think you can just say your pathetic little pretty please and I'll forgive you for forgetting my existence the moment I wasn't good enough for you?" You sobbed out of frustration, willing your hips into squeezing themselves closer together so you could hold on from falling over. 

"No!" He slapped you again, the force causing your head to turn sideways this time around. "No, sir!" Desperately reaching for the artificial hand you pressed humiliating kisses all over it. "But it's been so long! Please, my King!" Your back arched from the strength it was taking you to keep yourself from cumming. "I need you so bad! I need it so bad!" In your confusion and oversensitivity you dropped your head against his, your knees trembling. "Only you can make me cum! I tried for months! So many times in so many different ways!" The tears of embarrassment were hotter than those of need that you had been weeping all this time. His movements faltered a little at your confession. "But nothing worked! Only you do! So please! Please let me cum! I don't know what I will do if you don't! Please let me cum and give me your babies!" 

"Only I work, huh?" His voice was eerily quiet, a new kind of dark exploding in the air about him. You vigorously nodded, genuine for once in your life. 

James' chuckle was the only thing your hazy mind registered before you were moved, twisted, turned and bent faster than you could keep up with. 

The next time your consciousness caught up with the present you were facing your phone, on your knees like an animal as your build up slowly subsided. Though your vacant pussy was plunged full soon after, your legs getting pulled apart before being hoisted up in the air by James' hand, your elbows the sole support of the upper half of your body now. 

"Tell him how badly you want to be stuffed full of my children and I'll let you have it" blood rushed to your face to bubble under the skin when your eyes locked with those of the stoic male at the same time but before you could hesitate, James cock began to move inside you although torturously slow. "You might want to hurry up, rosey. I don't have all night" the spank that his words accompanied sparked you into motion like someone pressed a button on you. 

"Please, Nick!" The thrusts sped up and your claws dug into the mattress. "I want James' children so bad!" There wasn't much emotion on the male you faced but the bright red of his ears and neck even in the dim lighting of the car indicated that he was both furious and humiliated. Perhaps even more so than you. "Please! Please ask him to stuff me full of his babies!" The more slaps rained down on your ass as your pussy expanded to welcome James balls deep inside you with each brutal thrust, the more your mouth ran on the most vile autopilot. "All I want in my life is to be fucked swollen and heavy with his children with my body wrapped up in his color while I nurse the other ones!" James cursed before his hand reached for your front to dip between your legs and you moaned before your arms gave out and you fell face first. 

"You heard her, now tell him that" as your cheek rubbed against the mattress everytime you were pounded into it, you heard a man speak to Nick. The Prince tried to protest but something– probably the gun pressing against his head caused him to stop before he gritted out a few seconds after; 

"... Fuck your children into her and wrap her swollen body in your colour, James" the man reminded him that it was King James, for whatever reason and Nick sighed before correcting himself. "Please, King James" you couldn't help the whimper that forced itself out of you at his menacing tone.

Your back arched when the frantic circular motions of his fingers became too much for your cunt to handle and you clenched around his girth again, shuddering as you prepared yourself to get in trouble for the orgasm you were about to have. 

But then your dependable luck did its thing. "Cum," the vibration of the spank buzzed through your whole body, "cum for me" as your tense muscles relaxed and you closed your eyes to let go, you felt James' hot seed explode within you, the force of his thrusts causing the cum to go flying all about. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and the only two things you registered for the next few minutes were shaking profusely while limb paralyzing pleasure exploded through you and the rapid rubbing of your cheek against the soft bed covers which was result of the brutal pounding you were receiving from behind.

When he was done with you, he slowly untucked himself from you and left you trembling on the mattress while he fixed himself up. "Natasha!" Your ears perked up at the name of his second in command and you trembled at his volume. The heavy doors to your chambers opened and closed after the woman in question. 

The red head clicked her tongue as she approached the bed, the heels of her boots faintly clicking against the floor as she walked. "Could've done better…" You jumped from how close she sounded when she spoke. "Because she's still awake" the hair on the top of your head was fisted into his metal arm to pull you up and you had to hurriedly scramble to cover your blushing jizz covered ass. 

"For what's going to happen next" you whimpered at his words as you were moved onto your trembling knees by the humiliating hold that the man had on your hair and your whole body shook under the stern woman's scrutinizing glare. Peeking up at the red head through your lashes, you went to cover yourself up but James' scold for you to stay put had you planting your wrists in your lap within the next second. "Hands down" you hurriedly lowered your head too to avoid further increasing his ire. 

Some shuffling sounded from above you before James approached you again. "Arms up, baby" the endearment must mean that you would be spared… right? You quickly complied with the utmost obedience and James placed a comfortable black gown on you before stepping back to reach for something else. 

You almost gasped when you recognized the brilliant glimmer from your peripheral vision.

His mother, The Queen's, crown.

"There you go" you felt him place it on your head and your heart dropped. "Everything you always wanted placed on that silly little airhead of yours, baby" an embarrassing gasp escaped you when he suddenly pulled you closer by your throat. "Are you happy now, my sweet rose?" Your eyes welled up with confusion and how he suddenly slapped you before pressing his lips against yours roughly. 

"He asked you a question, brat" you jumped at how Natasha spoke up suddenly, clearly fed up with you blinking up at him dumbly. 

"That's no way to speak your Queen, Nat" your heart warmed up at how he clicked his tongue at the woman disapprovingly. "Tsk." 

"Y- Yes. Yes" you nodded, still in a daze of post-orgasm sensitivity and general puzzlement at the absurd turn of events from an already shocking situation. "Yes, sir. Thank you so much." 

He was smiling now. "Good girl" before he pecked your lips and held his hand back for Natasha to hand him something else. "You can rule all of them" your face burnt when your mind registered the accessory that he wrapped around your throat next. A collar and a leash embedded with sparkling diamonds. "I just want to rule you" his metal hand rotated in the air as he wrapped the leash around his bionic digits. "Let's go" you nearly fell on your face as you were pulled off the bed before being marched straight to the heavy doors. 

Natasha opened them to reveal your entire family and staff standing mortified outside on weapon point of James' army. You whimpered and lowered your head in embarrassment until your chin touched the area between your collar bones, fingers tightening around your gown as you suddenly became hyper aware of the faint dig of the edges of the collar against your pampered skin. 

"The King has called the alliance off" Steve, your owner's right hand, announced in his firm and curt voice. "The only reason why he has spared you, I must add just this once, is because you are related to the Queen. Any efforts of contact from here on out will lead to unsavory consequences akin to those his own family has met" a chill raised in your spine as your blood dropped in temperature. Holy fucking shit. They really had made a beast out of this once too noble to be true man. "Lastly, not that any of you really care but if the Queen ever wishes to visit, she will be allowed to do so after she has provided His Highness with an heir, accompanied by some of the best that the army can provide." 

The walk out to the numerous sleek black SUVs felt like one of shame despite you wearing the crown you had always fantasized about.

And perhaps that's exactly what it was.

A balancing of the scale.

For betraying the one who loved you so dearly that even in his mindless state, he had known not to hurt you.

At least, not in a way that hadn't made your silly little pussy weep for more. 

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[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc

summary: truly, nothing can break Nadia’s soul.

warnings: cussing, outfit descriptions, slight angst, typos, it’s a long one 😭 click on the links, i’m watching you 🤨

wc: 6.4k

saint’s team radio 🎀: don’t beat me up y’all! this took more than forever and i am really sorry. hopefully this chapter brings you guys joy 🤭 thank you so much for all the love on renaissance so far! 🥹 i also want y’all to know that Nadia is a thick babe, when she wears shorts or mini skirts/dresses, it’s mini!!! just wanted to remind y’all!!!!

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The thin white thread from the duvet cover couldn't be any longer as Nadia continued to pull on it, clicking her nails together in the process. Her buzzing phone sat on the bed in front of her with the voice of her mother pressing her about the past week.

"I'm sure it wasn't easy being the trophy wife this weekend, people were going crazy this side." Her mother chuckled from the other end.

"Ma, you haven't spoken to me since I signed on that dotted line, you haven't checked up on me yet this is what you have to say to me after nearly 3 weeks without contact?" Nadia said with a strain in her voice.

"Oh come on. I was just giving you time to adjust to that fame you've always wanted and for the love of all that is good, cover up more. Do not need to see more than what I've already seen." Thembi said, not understanding how much she was hurting her daughter.

Quietly wiping her tears with her wrist, she thought back to how much peace she had before she called her mother.

The journey from South Africa to the uk had been a tough one when Nadia was much younger. Although the mother daughter pair had gone through hardships, they were as close as they could be. Residing in South London at the time had been a rollercoaster, from trying to fit in with the other kids to adapting to the new culture around her, it became easier thanks to friends she made along the way.

Within a year and a half of moving countries, Thembi announced to her daughter that they would be moving in with a new man, her 'friend' for the time being all the way in Stevenage. Nadia saw her mother's entire personality change the second the last box was dropped off by the movers, a new demeanour being shown off to the neighbours and a less kind version of her was shown to Nadia.

Conversations were barely there, hugs were rarely given and reassurance was never enough as opposed to the affection she would previously receive from before the move. Wanting to keep the positives on the surface, Nadia decided to distract herself from her feelings and continued to go to school with her old friends even if it meant travelling distances just to get away from her mother.

As Nadia grew older, so did the sudden change of attitude from her mother, finding the need to comment on everything she found wrong with Nadia. In rebellion, the girl would wear whatever would make her happy, get the tattoos she felt she needed and not spending as much time with her mother as she did before. When university opened, she hurried to move out, already planning her life out and visited her home country to find comfort in her family back home, her cousin Rea becoming a younger sister to her.

However after uni, Thembi seeked therapy to better her relationship with her daughter. Happy to go back to the way it was before, their relationship became healthier and happier after years. What changed?

Sighing out, Nadia ignored her mother's harsh words. "When is Rea going to get there? You've cancelled her flight three times already."

"Only next week Thursday. Ooh tell me, has he bought you anything fancy yet?" Anyone could imagine the smug look on her mother's face as she asked the question.

"Bye mom. Greet James." Rolling her eyes, Nadia hung up and gently rubbed her eyes, getting rid of the tears with her knuckles. Texting Rea that she should rather move in with her, she let out a sigh at the thought of her mother's sudden phone call the day after the race.

Walking into the en-suite bathroom, she fixed up her light makeup with music playing from her phone. Lewis had texted her earlier that he would be going on a run, not too sure what Nadia would want to do during the day before their trip to Malibu. She blinked the tears back whilst tilting her head backward to avoid them falling once again.

The cold tiles of the bathroom were cooling off the high temperature of her body, mainly from all the emotions and the overall heat in Miami. All she wanted to do was leave Miami and curl up in her bed - her old bed. The one she would lay on after an incredibly long day of teaching high schoolers. The one that had her plushies that she was gifted by her students. The one where she could be lying in at that very moment but she decided to drive to her mom's house that fateful day.

Deactivating her social media accounts was a no go as instructed by Tia, saying the engagement was good and for her to keep it up, the public unfamiliar with the concept of a WAG speaking to people as if they've been friends for decades. Having not gone too far into the mean and hateful comments, Nadia gets chills just thinking about it. How she's perceived by the world now with her newfound fame. One she did not ask for but she was willing to help her new friend.

That's all he was. A friend. Right?

Not realising she had zoned out and begun picking on her old acne scars, she hadn't heard her hotel room door open, a slightly breathless Lewis stood in the bathroom doorframe watching her pick at her skin whilst looking at a specific tile.

"Nads?" He called out but the girl still hadn't heard anything. Wiggling his neon sneakers on his feet within her vision, she snapped out of it, her eyes widening at the sight of him there. "Oh, hi." She greeted, voice as soft as silk as she looked at the man once then back to the mirror to avoid eye contact. "Everything okay?" He asked, wiping his forehead for any sweat left.

Nadia nodded, packing up her mini makeup bag from the marble counter, jewellery jangling as she zipped it up. "Just woke up a little weird and hungry, that's all. Are you good?" She responded, giving a half smile and she finally maintained eye contact with him.

"Yeah. Yeah, the run was good and ready for the day." He answered, feeling her energy yet just not sure where to put it between sadness or anger. "Still very proud of P2 yesterday, it was insane to see that live." She added, the gold grills matching her jewellery perfectly. Very casually dressed with a tired look in her eyes.

"Nads, are you sure you're good? Have you had breakfast?" He moved to the side as he watched her leave the bathroom with heavy footsteps. "The heat is killing me, not used to such and I was going to wait til the plane for something. Got too nervous to order room service." She slightly chuckled to herself, feeling a slight twist in her stomach.

Not wanting to upset her, he just gave her a look with his eyebrows a little raised and that made her crack. "Oh my days, don't look at me like that. We can go for lunch or something, I don't know." She suggested, looking away from Lewis to avoid looking into his eyes.

"What if I was going to compliment your hair?" He joked and crossed his arms with a slight chuckle.

"Please, I know that look from anywhere. I give it to my kids all the time." Nadia said while rolling her eyes, a soft smile on display. "Now let me change. The room's got stuffy air so we need to take a step outside." She shooed him away as she walked into the bathroom once again and closed the door with a huge smile.

Left standing in awe of her, Lewis shook his head as he headed out of her hotel room to change up for their outing.

-

The cold granadilla slushy had been freezing up Nadia's hand but she couldn't care less, the heat in Miami unbearable to no end. The pair sat in the back of the Escalade on the way to any mall nearby where Nadia could get some sandals, her feet suffocated by her sneakers.

Tia had advised them to travel by their allocated security cars because the streets of Miami were still buzzing with F1 fans, hungover or sober, hunting around for any f1 drivers that were around.

"Not that it isn't weird, it is, but I have to live with the fact that the women I have dreamed of styling one day know I exist and Pharrell too! Like my colleagues are blowing up my phone like crazy." Nadia emphasised, the slushy swishing around in her hand as she was talking.

Lewis could watch her talk for hours, even more when she was excited about something. He had thought that this weekend would be too much for Nadia with all the attention on her much more than the Grand Prix itself but the way she handled everything from the instagram posts to the multitude of introductions was incredible to watch.

She was graceful but with a spunk to her, expressing her personality to the friend group but not yet to the f1 media, wanting to get a bit more comfortable in that vicinity with Lewis by her side. Already seeing how she could get when someone were to wrong Lewis, the man was certain that they will get through this fake marriage with ease and fun, gaining a friendship within it.

"So what's your biggest goal with being a stylist? I haven't seen your work yet but I feel like it's phenomenal." He asked, smiling once he saw her roll her eyes at him.

"Phenomenal is a stretch but I'm trying to get like Law Roach or even work with a fashion house to be honest. I always wanted a way to show my work but I just never knew how to." She shrugged, taking a sip of the slushy.

"How about you style me for a few events and for a race or two?" He suggested.

"And take Eric's job? Are you crazy?" She stared at him with widened eyes and furrowed eyebrows but all he did was chuckle. "It'll be fun plus Eric knows already, he's more than excited for it." Lewis continued smiling, Nadia stared at him before releasing a sigh.

"When do I start?" She shook her head in disbelief, not believing what just happened. "Friday but the main brief is that we're sitting courtside." And like clockwork, he gave her a smile that she couldn't resist.

"You're just so full of surprises, aren't you? Let me find out there's more events you're hiding from me." Nadia said squinting her eyes at him, his cheeks eventually hurting from smiling at her.

"A magician never tells his tricks."

"Yeah yeah, Hamilton." Nadia replied, shaking her head once more as she got her purse ready, seeing the Miami Fashion District come into her view.

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Pulling the bottom of her dress down constantly, she looked around at all the luxury stores that were never ending.

This wasn't the norm for her, she was hoping to see a much cheaper alternative than what was in front of her but she had to remember who she was in that very moment. She felt safe with two security detail walking stealthily behind them, her hands staying at the hem of her sundress.

"Your dress is okay, don't have to worry." Lewis leaned a little closer to her shoulder to whisper, sending back a reassuring smile. All she responded with was to hold his ring-clad hand in sign of appreciation.

Reaching Gucci, Nadia's first thought were those platform sandals she had seen on social media and in that exact moment, her mind went to the comfort she had been wanting since she hadn't packed any open shoes. Pulling him towards the store, everything in that store went quiet.

Sale associates just stopped and stared whilst costumers began whispering and muttering to themselves. Immediately spotting the sandals from afar, they walked slowly towards the shoe section of Gucci, trying to ignore all the eyes on them. From her peripheral vision, she could see someone speed walking towards them, fixing her uniform and her appearance once she reached the couple.

"Hello, welcome to Gucci. I'm Roni and I'll be your sales associate today." The woman introduced herself, looking straight at Lewis as she did.

"Nice to meet you, Roni. I'm Nadia and really we just came for a quick visit, hopefully get a few things whilst we're here." Nadia had on a bright smile as she spoke, the worker's smile fading as she looked at Nadia.

"Of course," Roni said, licking her teeth. "Where would you like to start? Perhaps dresses. It is a hot day in Miami." Looking at Nadia up and down with the slightest hint of disgust shown on her face, the woman continued to smile in her face.

Taken aback by the tone of her voice, Nadia just smiled and averted her gaze back to the shoe section. "It truly is but I have to pass. I'm much more interested in the shoes right now." She said, still holding onto Lewis' arm, who was enjoying every moment of this. "Alright, let me go get some champagne for you guys, racing must be tough in this heat." Roni smiled, turning around to walk in a different direction.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Nadia sighed out as they sat on the large velvet green couch. "Is this the crap i have to deal with? Her eyes said it all." She complained, rolling her eyes and placing her purse down. Following suit, he sat next to her and did not keep a friendly distance between them, relaxing his arm behind her.

"Don't worry about her or anyone else for that matter. People will purposefully piss you off for their enjoyment so let's just have a good time and we'll get ice cream later." He advised, not bothering to look around the shop but had focused all his attention on Nadia.

"Stand on your promise, Hamilton. I don't play about my ice cream." She joked, both chuckling after a beat of silence. Eyeing the store, she saw a few pieces that she knew would look good on Lewis and a few on herself. This one particular top was screaming her name, the Gucci monogram sticking out but it had a level of class to it, already imagining outfits with it on.

"The top is quite nice, I don't know what you could match it with to make it work but it seems cool." Lewis said, staring at the same top, unaware that their heads were tilted the same way. "You think so?" Nadia pondered. "Well you can't not be stylish around me so." He shrugged jokingly, earning another laugh from her. "Okay whatever you say, pookie bear." She patted his knee, watching a completely different sales associate head their way with a tray of champagne.

"Hi, I'm Tracey, my colleague Roni just decided to not help a couple because she didn't like the wife. Crazy I think she's talking about the Hamiltons because they came in here the same time." The new associate rambled off, placing the tray onto the small table next to them.

Finally looking up, Tracey's breath hitched. "Oh shit, that's you guys. Oh god, I'm sorry for my words." The younger girl apologised, eyes widened at the couple who just smiled at her.

"It's okay, lovely to meet you Tracey." Nadia smiled, amused at her actions. "What can I do for you today?" Tracey asked.

After a rather pleasant sales interaction with Tracey voicing how much she loved the both of them as a couple and as individuals, there they stood at the counter waiting for their items to be fully scanned. Lewis was very content with the pieces that Nadia had picked out for him, confident that every single one was going to look tailor made. When it came down to payment, Lewis had no problem in swiping his card as Nadia dug through her purse to find hers.

"Thank you for spending your time with us here at Gucci, Mr and Mrs Hamilton." The lady at the till said, handing the the large green bags that felt so good in Nadia's hands.

"It was really fun and tell Roni we said goodbye." Nadia smiled wickedly as she waved and walked out of the store with Lewis laughing at her words right behind her. "Damn that felt good. Gotta keep it cute and classy until it's not." She smiles as they walk to a different shop.

-

LOS ANGELES

"I swear, the powder I used for my under eyes is just super cakey." Natalia complained as she walked down the plane stairs onto the asphalt, Nadia following close behind with her carry on bag on her shoulder.

The Californianian air was different from that of Miami, less humid but a little hotter. It was late in the afternoon when the group landed, greeted by a beautiful sunset behind the Los Angeles skyline. After the impromptu shopping session, the plane was already for takeoff so everyone had hurried to be in the air by lunchtime.

Taking the time to catch up with everyone, the group shared laughs and their stories from Miami although it was less than a week that they had spent in the eccentric city. There was a gnawing feeling in the pit of Nadia's stomach, unable to get the guilt of spending Lewis' money as if it was hers. Although he reassured her multiple times that he was more than okay getting her whatever she wanted, she still felt uneasy about it all.

The all too familiar Escalades were parked on the ground, Lewis waiting patiently for Nadia to get down so that they could go to their destination. Seeing her confused face as Natalia, Miles and Daniel waved goodbye to them as everyone went to their respective cars, Lewis then spoke up. "Everyone's going their places, we're going to our house."

Snapping her head to look at him in bewilderment, she almost stopped in her tracks just to recall what he had said. "Another one?!" She whisper yelled, not wanting anyone near them to hear. He nodded with a closed smile as they reached their car with all their luggage inside, all similar to when they landed in Miami.

The morning came quite quick as the rest of the day ended with Nadia yet again exploring a new home, almost screaming when she saw the garage full of cars she only wished she could drive and you can imagine the shock when Lewis told her that in hindsight, they're her cars. In his words, "I don't really like to drive as much so you can use them as freely as you want."

Climbing out of the huge bed of the even larger guest bedroom, Nadia was careful to not wipe her eyes too much because of her extensions. Stretching every limb on her body, she walked towards the bathroom to splash water on her face to fully wake her up. The birds were still chirping from beyond the closed curtains and the sun was shining through the slivers of the curtain, creating a peaceful aura throughout the room.

Her bonnet luckily stayed on through the night, grabbing her glasses from the night stand along with her phone, she walked out of the room with her fluffy slippers on her feet. The trip downstairs was quiet and the aroma of something sweet wafted through the air, making her wonder where Lewis was.

Reaching the last step, she saw something move in the corner of her eye. Rather small, the thing moved towards her with its feet patting against the floor. Looking in its direction, the first thing she saw was the droopy mouth belonging to the short dog and her heart almost stopped, the fear running through her body as she continued to stare at the dog.

"Oh my god, please don't come close." She whispered out loud, hoping the dog would listen. Nadia was frozen in her place and she was too afraid to look anywhere else in case the dog moved towards her. "I see you've met Roscoe. Hope he's been kind." Lewis' voice spoke from behind her, crouching down to pet the dog lovingly. The silence from Nadia was odd, he turned his head to see her frightened state as she didn't move her gaze from Roscoe.

"Nads? Nads? Okay, let's get Roscoe out of here." He called out then whispered to himself, carrying the dog out of the living room then hurrying back to Nadia.

"Well that was my dog, Roscoe. I'm sorry he scared you." With a worried expression on his face, Lewis placed his hands on her arms to snap her out of her frozen state. Finally making eye contact with him through her glass lenses, she spoke up. "I-it's okay. Just have to get used to seeing him." She nodded, wanting to end the awkwardness right there.

"Anyway, good morning. Did you eat yet?" She said, slightly smiling and making her way towards the marble kitchen island, the two plates on top of it were filled with stacks of waffles with a side of fruit next to it. "Uh no, waited for you to wake up so I just took a run in the meantime." He mentioned, following behind her and took his seat across from her.

In that very moment, her heart fluttered at his words. It was so simple yet so sweet of a gesture to do for her. "Thank you for that, Lew. Let's eat up then." She replied, a shy smile on her face as she felt his eyes on her. The two dug in to their breakfast that Lewis had made for them earlier in the morning, wanting the logistics of their relationship.

"So, I need to know how you feel about pda and how much you're willing to show to the public. We have to make this look real." Nadia said, biting down on a slice of apple. "I don't have an issue with it, just as you're comfortable with it." He responded. Just nodding along, she continued to eat the fruit.

"This is just so weird to me. Three weeks ago I would've been in my apartment trying to think how i'm gonna get groceries for the month and now i'm in Los fucking Angeles eating fruit with 5 cars sitting in the garage. It's crazy." She blurted out, everything now properly dawning on her as they sat down in peace.

"Life works in mysterious ways for sure, never thought I would be sitting in my kitchen with my wife on a Wednesday morning." He said, the smallest of chuckles escaping him. "You are very good with your words, sir. A lil too good." She joked, pointing the fork at him.

"What's the plan today? I don't think I can handle anything hectic." She asked, her accent changing when she said 'hectic' . Giving her a cocked eyebrow at the sudden change of accent, Nadia looked smug.

"A little history on me. I moved to the uk at 8 years old and this south african accent stuck with me for a while until I reached high school. By then my mother decided to send me back home with my aunt and cousin to complete high school that side then year 12, I went back for university. The slang and accent never left me along with the 6 languages I know." She explained, almost bursting into laughter after seeing his face morph from curiosity to shock.

"Six?!" He vocalised. "And counting, my kids don't call me Superwoman for nothing." Biting into another piece, she smiled as her phone vibrated multiple times. Looking at the name across the screen, she immediately sighed and got up off her seat and signalled that she would be back.

The school's name flashed across her screen as she walked into the familiar hallway towards the guest bedroom.

"Hello Ms Brown! I hope this doesn't disturb your holiday." Lisa, the headmaster of the school, greeted with such enthusiasm.

"Well, it slightly is but what does that matter. Anything you need? Has the parents evening been postponed?" She scratched her head as she held the phone up to her ear.

"Uh, no. There's something I wanted to discuss with you and I thought it would be great for a one on one. We as the school has noticed you are quite the star these days, bringing much more traction than what you get from school already." Lisa chuckled at the last sentence, seeming to quiet down when she realised Nadia wasn't laughing.

"Oh, yes Ms Crawford. This was a subject I had wanted to discuss with the rest of the staff when we get back from the holidays. Of course this isn't something minuscule, all the media attention has been quite intense." Nadia responded, watching as Roscoe walked closer to her and sat by her feet.

There was a beat of silence from the other end of the phone call. "That was what I wanted to actually talk to you about, Ms Brown-"

"Its Mrs Hamilton." Nadia corrected.

"Ah yes, my apologies Mrs Hamilton. As much as we do appreciate your ways of teaching here at our school, we as the board have been thinking of releasing you from your position as the history teacher. Now I know it's all sudden but we feel it's good for our school." Lisa announced, voice filled with pity.

"Now excuse my manners, Ms Crawford, but I would like to know who all decided to quote on quote, fire me. Furthermore, when signing the work contract, you personally had assured me that you would stand behind your teachers through it all. Am I correct?" She started, standing up straight with Roscoe following suit.

"You are correct however this would ruin the reputation of the school and our relationships with other schools in the district. It truly pains us to do so." With the same false pity tone, Lisa spoke.

"I hope you do realise that we are about to start the second term of the school year after these two weeks and I do not appreciate the current dismissal you are going through with just solely because I married a prominent figure. Neither do I wish to leave my flourishing students because the board does not agree with my marriage." Nadia indicated.

"Not to mention prior to this conversation, no one had contacted me in regards to a possible sacking. So I would like for you and the rest of the board to rethink your approach on this matter. I do not accept this and this issue can be taken to court if you prefer to continue with this. And through a phone call? Really?" With that, Nadia knew she had won upon hearing the sigh on the other side of the phone.

With a few moments passing by, Lisa sighed out. "You are correct about this, I do apologise. See you after the holidays then, Mrs Hamilton." And with that, the headmaster said her goodbyes in defeat.

Crouching down to pet Roscoe, she held his face in her hands. "We fucking did that, boy. Thanks for being there, you not so bad after all." She smiled at the happy dog, standing up straight to back downstairs to finish her breakfast.

"And? What was that?" Lewis spoke up, putting his phone down next to his fruit bowl.

"These bitches tried to fire me so I said no. Can't get rid of their only history teacher." She wiggled her shoulders with the biggest smile on her face, biting down on the remaining fruits.

"And your dog's cool. Sat with me the whole time."

"Damn. Remind me to never get on your bad side. Let's get celebratory croissants?" Lewis giggled, taking both of their plates to wash them off.

"You read my mind, Sir!"

-

Standing in front of the open garage door, Nadia stared at the two cars in front of her. The sun in the courtyard was hitting her back but she didn't mind, as long as she continued to look at the cars.

Lewis' words rang in her head, unable to shake off the fact that technically, these were her cars as well. The Urus was very tempting to drive but she knew she didn't trust herself with that type of speed yet. The Mercedes GLE however, looked so classy and seemed like a joy to drive.

The decision took so long that she didn't notice that Lewis was taking pictures of the scene in front of him, his wife stuck between choosing cars to drive on the sunny streets of LA. "Can I drive today?" She asked once realising that he was next to her, wearing a comfortable outfit.

"You can drive whenever you want." He smiled, handing her the keys of the suv he knew she was going to pick. "Okay, cute. You'll be my passenger prince." She smiled, pinching his cheek then happily walked towards the driver's side.

Just sighing in content, he walked to the passenger's side, hopping in to see Nadia exploring the interior of the car, matching that of the black exterior. "This shit is huge." She muttered to herself as she leaned over to look at the backseats and all its intricate details.

"And before you say anything pookie bear, Tia made me do an international license when we didn't see each other. So you're safe driving with me." She reassured, putting her now blonde hair behind her ears.

"I think i like this passenger prince business." He expressed, already making himself in the seat, pushing it back and relaxing.

"Let me search up a bakery and we'll be on our way." Nadia started the car up and was geeked by the roar of the car.

And on their way they were. Blasting Beyoncé as Lewis suggested they go to a vegan bakery in Malibu, the two sang both old and new songs during the drive. Barely through her hip hop playlist, she found parking in front of the surprisingly popular bakery.

"Now you know I don't play about Beyoncé. I did not expect this place to be busy right now." Nadia pointed out, fixing the sunglasses on her head. "You'd be shocked at the amount of vegan people in Malibu alone. If you want, I can go in by myself and get the treats." He offered, unbuckling his seatbelt and holding his phone in his hand.

"We're going in together, I do not look this cute to sit in the car." She flipped her hair, dramatically exiting the car, making him laugh quite loud at her antics. Holding his hand out, Lewis connected his with Nadia's, feeling a chill when he felt her ring touch his skin. He led the way into the bakery, the sweet smell of the treats was a bit of a treat in itself.

Gasping at the baked goods on display, she didn't hesitate to greet and place an order, mouth salivating at the sight of the treats. Once Lewis also made his order, Nadia brought out her card to pay, wanting to test that it actually worked and it definitely did.

Enjoying the chocolate doughnuts in the bakery, the two laughed at the whole ordeal of the phone call this morning. "I've never had a good relationship with this new headmaster at all. She has been on my case since she joined two years ago." Nadia informed, drinking a bit of her pink lemonade.

"The courage of just saying no is so endearing to hear. Can't believe she wanted to sack you in the middle of a term. Again, the courage is so cool, Nads." He complimented her and he watched as her shoulders started to rise as a way of blushing.

"Thanks, pookie bear. Means a lot. So where to from here?" She asked, ignoring his gaze on her the whole time.

"We've got lunch with friends of mine, then home time." He said so calmly, not noticing Nadia's eyes widening at the information.

"I'm not dressed for lunch with your friends, Lew! Could've warned a girl first." She stressed, looking down at her outfit. "Wanted you to be comfortable the whole day hence I didn't tell you our plans today." He showed his full smile, wanting so badly to laugh at her facial expression.

"You are so lucky you're sitting across me right now or else I would've bitten you." She rolled her eyes at his giggles. 

Within a matter of time, the Mercedes suv entered through the high black gates of their destination with a press of a button on the intercom outside. Nadia drove in the driveway quite slowly, unfamiliar with her surroundings as she saw a cars parked in the courtyard. The sound of the waves crashing could be heard when stepping out of the car.

"Damn your friend's got bank." She commented, opening the backseat door to get her purse. "And by the sea too? I just know it's a different world here." She added, closing her door and locked the car when she saw Lewis walk closer to her with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, Bey and Jay wanted serenity next to the sea." He said, looking back at Nadia who was frozen in her tracks.

"Did you just fucking say Bey and Jay?!" She whisper yelled as she pulled Lewis closer to her. He nodded with the same expression he had from before. "Are you fucking crazy? I can't meet Beyoncé, Lewis! I'm not ready!" Nadia's stress levels were sky high as she held onto his arm tighter, standing by the car.

"Wanted to tell you earlier but when you started playing her music in the car, just knew I had to surprise you." He smiled. "Look, if it makes it any better, she's excited to meet you as well." Lewis told her and if her eyes couldn't get any wider, she looked behind her husband's broad arm to see the woman of the hour walk towards them.

"There you two are! We were scared y'all weren't coming no more!" The happy southern voice rang through the courtyard and Nadia was scared shitless. "My goodness, Lewis! She's a beauty. Hi, I'm Beyoncé." The woman introduced herself to Nadia and she quickly snapped out of it once she realised her favourite artist was speaking directly to her.

"Hello, I'm Nadia." She managed to speak up as Beyoncé extended her hand out to shake hers. Surprisingly enough, Nadia's hands weren't sweaty neither did she stutter over her words like she thought she would. The woman went on to greet Lewis with a side hug then invited them inside.

"It was so lovely meeting you guys, a full circle moment on my end." Nadia smiled, holding onto her purse and onto Rumi's hand, the little girl so interested in everything that has to do with Nadia. "No, it was our pleasure to host you guys. My God, a couple I never saw coming. Y'all welcome back here anytime." Beyoncé said, the group of 4 walking towards the front door and into the courtyard once again.

"We'll definitely take you up on that offer, thank you for inviting us into your lovely home. Better get home before it gets too dark." Nadia replied, leaning into the hug between her and Bey whilst looking at the sunset over the horizon.

"We'll catch y'all in Paris." Jay Z smiled with a toothpick in his mouth. He dapped Lewis up as everyone said their goodbyes after a successful lunch. Now sitting in the passenger seat, Nadia held her head in her hands as he swiftly drove out the long driveway.

"I just met Beyoncé, I don't think you understand the damage you just did." She turned to Lewis, who kept the same smile as before. "And that is?" "I'm never going to stop talking about it."

"I'm glad you're happy. Saw an opportunity and I ran for it." He voiced, patting her thigh before putting his hand back on the steering wheel. "Remind me to give you the biggest hug when we get home." She smiled, becoming comfortable in the seat, not knowing how much Lewis' heart raced after hearing her refer to the house as home.

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FRIDAY

"Stay still! I need my vision to come to life." Nadia ordered, holding his face in her hands. There were two different earrings on his ears and she was trying to decide which better suited the outfit. "Okay, wear the first pair then go to the mirror and tell me what you think." She requested, standing back to let him look at his outfit.

"Oh this is really good. Ooh, this outfit is good." He admired his outfit in the mirror, impressed by her styling and how she kept it simple yet so him.

"Glad you love it. Let me go get changed so that we won't be late." She rushed, almost running out of his room to hers, luckily her hair and makeup was done. Nadia quickly put on her outfit and made sure to take pictures in the big mirror in the closet.

Soothing over her top, she then places her sunglasses on her head and spritz her perfume for the last time before stepping out the room. At the same time, Lewis stepped out of his room and glanced at her outfit before doing a double take.

Everything sat so perfectly, the outfit had really simple colours that weren’t too loud but her silhouette accentuated it all. Both outfits complimented each other greatly whilst showing their own style individually. “Wow.” He blurted out, hoping that she didn’t hear that.

“Damn I did good.” She muttered to herself as she looked at him as well, very proud of her styling.

“You ready to go?” Lewis asked, finally focusing on her face and fidgeting with his rings. “Yeah, yeah.” She said in a light voice, carefully walking towards the stairs then feeling his hand slip into hers to help her downstairs.

“Remember, this isn’t real,Nadia.”

“Remember, this isn’t real, Lewis.”

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[thedanniannie]

🖤Uchiha Men on Bagging a Goth Baddie🖤

Characters: Madara, Obito, Shisui, and Itachi

Warnings: sliiiiight NSFW mention

(Descriptions also lean feminine)

Madara:

- first of all, I do not think Madara to be the kind to search out a goth babe. He would have to stumble upon someone who's personality fancied him, and they just happened to be gothy.

- I can see a connection happening after his future goth partner fearlessly locks eyes with him from across the street. And I'm sure this man has the biggest RBF of the entire clan, so that eye contact MEANS something.

- But once he falls in love with it once, let's just say he learns to love the goth side real quick.

- I think his favorite goth activity to share is watching horror films together. Talk about a man who could stomach any and every horror film (couldn't be me). Also, it's the perfect opportunity to play with their thighs.

- In terms of aesthetic, I think he likes the look of corp goth the most. He's a capricorn, so it just makes sense to me.

Obito:

- Oooohhhh... oh poor Tobi... bless his simp ass soul....

- He's the kind to find goths very hot from afar, but would be too nervous to really act on anything.

- Based off his crush on Rin, he might be drawn to a "sweeter" gothy babe. Like, if they're wearing a pretty little dress or ruffley blouse, and looks like a sweet Gothic fairy or something his heart would just swell a bit.

- Honestly the only way I could imagine him having the nerve to talk to a goth babe is if they were friends with Kakashi or something, and after a collective meeting and some hangout sessions, kakashi would have to wingman Tobi to finally ask them out.

- When he's got them locked in tho, ABSOLUTE simp behavior. They want to watch a horror film? Tobi will have it streamed immediately. They want to listen to their playlist in the car? Tobi has it saved and it's blasting. HE IS A SIMP!

- A babbling simp at that. On the days that they decide to really dress up, he's on his knees. And if they decide to accessorize with garters.... he wouldn't be able to leave the house with them bc of his constant boner.

Shisui:

- like Tobi, Shisui finds the goth bitches very hot. Unlike Tobi, he's always looking to bag a goth hottie.

- like, he's the guy to have a crush on Rhea Ripley. Yeah, that's gonna be my new hc for him.

- on their first date, Shisui is the kind to match their energy by bringing a Gothic bouquet for them (and yes he keeps one flower to know when to replace them yadayadayada)

- he'd also purposefully buy more black t-shirts for his wardrobe so that he can more often see his goth baddie wearing his clothes. And they know that pairing it with some cute underwear and some thigh highs will make Shisui loose his absolute mind.

- The Uchiha to most likely take them to the club. May lead some small dances here and there, but he's really there to let people know who's their boyfriend.

- also expect him to be the one to beg his gothy partner to put makeup on him while they sit on his lap.

- gets excited about crows with them

Itachi:

- okay LET ME IMGAINE THE MOST FANFIC SETTING FOR 3 SECONDS OKAY......... imagine bumping into him at the book store as you two are both browsing through the Gothic literature section and grow a connection after collectively geeking over the literature y'all have read JFIEKSBDIDOJWBDJDJIDJSBJD

- HE IS SUCH "VAMPIRE BOYFRIEND" MATERIAL. THIS UCHIHA IS A SECRET GOTH AND I WILL TAKE THAT TO MY GRAVE!!

- He'll get matching dark manicures with them.......... and he'll pay.

- I think Itachi would loooooove a "Morticia Addams" kind of look, the long dark hair and a long, flattering dress would make him stare at them like a valuable piece of high art

- a hangout at the graveyard doesn't phase him. He ends up finding it quite peaceful.

- out of all the Uchihas, he's the one to most likely adopt all their goth playlists (like I said, he's a secret goth)

- Itachi also gets excited about crows with them

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WHERE'S SASUKE, WHERE'S SASUKE? I'M NOT A SASUKE GIRL.... sorry to hurt your feelings. Also, I think sasusaku is very cute, and I'm sorry but sakura is NAWT a goth girly. Like, it'd have to be a whole au thing. Also I'm so not experienced in writing uchihas other than Itachi, so this really is just a warm up for me.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Expect the unexpected

PAIRING | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 2.7K

SUMMARY | At the start, you and Bucky were colleagues and good friends. This all changed drastically when you had a fun night together, and both got more out of it than you'd bargained for. Unsure of how Bucky would react, you keep it to yourself until you can't take it any longer.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Angst, smut [ unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, quickie ], unplanned pregnancy, talk about abortion (non-descriptive), a blood test (non-descriptive/no talk of needles).

A/N | I want to give the full credit for this fic and all its wonderful ideas to @jamesbuckybarnes1917 for coming up with this and proofreading it countless times! I couldn't have written this without your help, so thank you so much; I really appreciate your help with this one 🖤

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Tony is throwing a party in honor of the Avengers, and since you're part of the team, you're obligated to go. Even though you didn't want to go initially, you've changed your mind after a few drinks.

You've dealt with social anxiety for most of your life, so you have dreaded attending these parties since Tony announced they would happen. To temper your anxiety a bit, you asked Nat to help you get ready, and she brought vodka as a starter for the evening, starting to get you a little more loose before you even arrived.

Nat helped you into your dress and did your make-up before curling your hair and making an updo so it wouldn't take away from your gown.

''Wow, Nat! what have you done to me?! I almost don't recognize myself right now,'' you say, with a huge smile.

She rolls her eyes and mutters, ''maybe now Tin Man might make a move on you.''

''Come on, let's go to this party before you're too drunk to even walk through the doors,'' Nat says, and you can't help but laugh at her comment. You know she's right; you would never attend the party if you kept drinking.

Most of the Avengers arrived simultaneously, and you couldn't help but steal a couple of glances at Bucky, who looked dashing in his all-black suit and short hair.

When it's time to go in, you're accompanied by both super soldiers, Steve walking on your left and Bucky walking on your right. It makes you feel like a princess and eases your nerves even more than the vodka shots Nat gave you earlier.

After Tony's speech in honor of all Avengers, the party starts officially, and you start to mingle with the guests at the party, whilst subconsciously keeping an eye out for Bucky.

Your judgment has already been slightly lowered by the vodka shots, and the champagne on top is helping you to let loose a little more, so you're staring at the super soldier once you finally spot him, remaining professional at the same time since you're still at a work event.

You constantly talk to someone; whether or not you know them doesn't matter. After a while, you find yourself at the bar, and after two glasses of champagne, you crave something different, so you order a cocktail.

The fancy drink has really lowered your inhibitions, and you are on your way to order another when you spot your reflection in the mirror; you can't help but feel very good about how you look in your gown, which hugs every curve on your body to perfection.

You walk over to it, grabbing a full glass along the way, and admire yourself in one of the mirrors on the wall of the hotel's ballroom, eyeing yourself in your dark blue gown while you sip your cocktail.

Bucky has been watching you from the bar and has finally worked up the courage to approach you. As he walks over, your eyes meet in the mirror as he stands behind you, his metal hand finding it's home on your waist.

''Whatcha doing, Buttercup?'' he asks, and you can't help but smile at the nickname he gave you when you first started working as an Avenger.

''Checking out how hot I look in this dress,'' you say, keeping your gaze locked onto his steel blue eyes.

''I have to agree, you look pretty fucking hot in this dress.'' He stands there, drink in his hand and not so subtly looking you up and down.

You'd been an Avenger for nearly seven years and had felt a connection to Bucky from the moment you met. Lord knows you found him very attractive, too. You'd always been worried about acting on your dirty thoughts and wet dreams about the super soldier. You are good friends, and you don't want to ruin your working relationship with complications.

However, the alcohol combined with these circumstances has dramatically lowered your ability to think about consequences, and you find yourself upstairs with Bucky not long after.

You're on your hands and knees on the bed, your dress bunched at your waist. Bucky's pants and boxer shorts are around his knees as he sits behind you, pounding into you.

''Hmm, such a fucking slut for this cock huh? Couldn't wait to be stretched out by me, could you?'' he purrs.

All that comes out of your mouth are broken moans and whines at the feeling of Bucky stretching out your cunt.

''P-please, harder! Can take it, Sergeant,'' you finally slur out as Bucky grips tighter onto your hips, almost jackhammering into you relentlessly, constantly hitting your sweet spot deep inside.

He can feel you clenching around his cock, and before you know it your arms give out, and you cum on his throbbing member, slick dripping down your thighs as he rides out your orgasm, following with his close behind.

He pulls out when he is done riding out his climax. Bucky cleans both of you up before you return to the party, sneaking in a few cuddles before you re-enter society.

When the party is over, Bucky makes sure you arrive safely back at the Compound and even goes as far as to drop you off in front of your bedroom door. He may be old-fashioned in some ways, but he would not change it for the world, seeing how happy it makes you when he acts like a true gentleman.

''Thank you for everything tonight,'' you say, standing on your tiptoes to softly kiss Bucky's cheek before walking into your bedroom and getting ready for bed.

Both of you wake up in your own beds after an excellent night's sleep, and when you've stretched, you still feel a little sore from last night, but you don't mind.

Your day starts like any other, and you and Bucky fall into your old rhythm like nothing has happened, for which you're very thankful.

Something about the last few weeks felt different, but you couldn't exactly pinpoint what. You and Bucky have returned to normal after the night of the party, and some might say your bond got even stronger.

Your body isn't as cooperative as it once was, though. During missions, you've felt nauseous now and again, but you figured you just ate something bad the night before, and that's why your stomach has been giving you some issues.

But then there's something else: your breasts have been feeling more tender the past few days, and wearing specific bras even straight up hurts. You've chosen to stick to sports bras for now because they don't feel like they are setting your nipples on fire from the friction.

''God, I think I'm gonna need some new bras soon; the ones I have are definitely getting worse for wear,'' you tell Nat and Wanda one afternoon after adjusting the one you're wearing for the fifth time that day.

''Yeah, you're going to need to size up. Your bras look like they're shrinking in the washing machine or something,'' Wanda says, and even though she doesn't mean anything by that comment, you can't help but blush lightly at her comment.

Paired with your period being late, you decide to leave it for now, and you're probably just going through PMS. You did not know how wrong you would be about this, though.

It would appear the male agents have also caught onto the fact that your breasts are growing, some even going as far as staring at their size. You've never had a small chest by any means, but when your already tight shirts are starting to get uncomfortable, you are beginning to think about a particular possibility you're not sure you can face.

Tonight is your evening with the Avengers, meaning you all order take-out together and have a movie night right after. Most of them have decided on Indian food, which usually is one of your favorites.

When the food arrives, your stomach turns at the smell, and Nat notices you running away, but she decides to leave it for now, instead checking up on you later.

When all of your stomach's contents are finished flying into the toilet, there's only one thought swirling through your brain, aside from the fact that you're wondering how you're not empty yet.

When your stomach finally calms down, there is still one thought in your brain, especially since the realization dawned on you that your period is a little over three weeks late.

At the thought alone, your stomach turns around again, but at this point, you're just dry heaving above your toilet.

Tears start welling up in your eyes now that you've finally calmed down again, and you're trying to figure out the next steps without making it obvious what's happening. The first step? Getting a pregnancy test before jumping to conclusions that might not be correct.

That might sound easy, but being an Avenger has its downsides since everyone in your local area knows who you are. Asking someone else isn't an option since you don't want to tell anyone about your irresponsible actions; your anxiety is already getting the best of you.

When your mind jumps to Bucky, you realize you have to tell him what's going on since he's the only person who could've gotten you pregnant; you're not precisely fucking everything that moves around the Compound.

''No, I can't tell him yet,'' you whisper to yourself as you place your hand on your stomach. Even though they're still hypothetical, you would love them unconditionally and do anything for them without hesitation.

You finally got up from the bathroom floor. You go to your bed, sitting against the headboard to calm yourself down with your shirt raised above your stomach and your hands placed protectively again while you let yourself think about the possibility of raising a child.

When you hear a knock on the door, you quickly lower your shirt and pull your knees up before telling the person on the other end to come in.

''Hey, how're you feeling?'' Nat asks as she walks into the room and sits beside you on the bed. ''Could be better,'' you sigh as you make yourself even smaller.

''Are you pregnant?'' Nat asks straight out.

''How, why, HOW?!'' you stutter with wide eyes as you turn to Nat, and she can see all she needs to know as she looks at the tears starting to form in your eyes.

''Sweet cheeks, all the male agents have noticed your C's are bordering E's,'' she says as she motions at your breasts, and you know she's right. You've seen them stare, too, much to your discomfort.

''So, have you told Bucky yet?'' Nat asks, and your eyes fall shut at the idea of telling him, afraid of how he will react if you are pregnant.

''How do you know it's Bucky? For all you know, it could be anyone in all of New York,'' you try, but she laughs and shakes her head.

''Oh honey, please. You two only have eyes for each other,'' she says in an almost pitiful tone, and you feel your cheeks warm up after her comment.

''Have you figured out what you're going to do? Keep it, terminate the pregnancy?'' she asks, and you quickly shake your head. You've already decided that if you're, in fact, pregnant, you're going to raise it. Alone or with Bucky in their life is debatable, but you will not terminate a pregnancy.

''Well, should I not figure out if I'm pregnant before I even think about that stuff? Although I definitely won't terminate if I am pregnant, I can take care of the kid by myself,'' you sigh and place your hand on your belly again, rubbing softly.

''You know what we're going to do? We will sneak you into the lab, and I will draw your blood anonymously to confirm that you're pregnant,'' she offers, and you nod.

The next thing you know is that you are sneaking into the lab, trying not to be seen by anyone since it's after hours, and all the scientists and other people working there have gone home already.

''Alright, please sit still while I draw your blood, and wait until we have the results. It shouldn't take more than 10 minutes,'' she says, and you keep tapping your foot out of nervousness and anxiety.

As much as you hope the test will say you're not pregnant, a little voice inside you hopes you are. You've always dreamt of becoming a Mom, and this might be your chance to have that lifelong dream come true.

When the system checks your blood, Nat sits beside you and takes your hand, squeezing it softly to reassure you. Neither of you says anything until the results comes back, and she tells you the words you've wanted to hear.

''You're pregnant,'' she says, and a big smile appears on your face. Now, all that's left to do is tell Bucky and figure out where to go from here on out.

The moment you find out you are, in fact, pregnant is still fresh in your mind, even though that happened a few weeks ago now. You're thankful you can still wear your regular clothes (aside from bras that had to be sized up), but you're dreading the day you'll be showing in a few months, assuming everyone will treat you differently once they know.

And then there is the part where you still have to tell Bucky, which you've been constantly thinking about, trying to find the right moment to say to him, but it appears there isn't one.

These last few weeks, Nat has been picking up your missions whenever possible, and that's a true lifesaver because your morning sickness has been a real rollercoaster.

You're sitting on a fluffy couch in the library, your favorite place on your days off. Right now, you're alone with your thoughts, and even though you want to have Bucky involved in the life of your little peanut, you think it's important to give him the choice to be involved.

Neither of you is in a relationship - either with each other or other people - but you also know you can't expect him to drop everything and start a relationship so that you could be a picture-perfect family.

You're so deep into thought as you're looking out the window that you don't notice Bucky walking in and approaching you.

''Hey there, little bookworm! Penny for your thoughts?'' he says, and it snaps you back to reality.

''Hi, sorry. Yeah, uh, we're friends, right?'' you start, figuring it's now or never.

''Yeah, of course; what kind of question is that?'' Bucky asks, worried about the following words coming out of your mouth.

''It's just- I want to make sure we can talk about anything,'' you say, and your hands are starting to get sweaty, so you wipe them on your pants to distract yourself a little from your thoughts.

''What did you want to talk about, Buttercup?'' he asks, and he steps a little closer to ensure his full attention is on you.

''That night at Tony's party,'' you sigh and squeeze your eyes shut, not sure you can look at Bucky when you're going to confess that you're carrying his baby.

''Still thinking about that night, huh?'' Bucky smirks and expects you to smile back, but he frowns when he sees you look away from him, your face almost blank.

''Do you regret what happened...?'' he asks apprehensively, and your eyes snap up to his immediately.

''Oh, no! Bucky, I- it was special. It's just-,'' you start, a lump forming in your throat, and tears appear in your eyes. Damn hormones, you think.

''What's wrong, Buttercup? You know you can tell me anything, right?'' he reassures you.

''Bucky, I'm- I'm scared,'' you finally admit, and the tears that formed in your eyes are starting to roll down your cheeks, showing how you feel about the situation.

''Scared about what?'' Bucky still needs clarification about what you're trying to tell him.

''Bucky, when we- we didn't- I-,'' you say, sniffing loudly, trying to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks as well.

Bucky grabs your hand and sits himself on the couch next to you. His being so close and comforting does calm you down, making you feel like nothing bad can happen when he holds you like this.

Despite the tears, a small smile forms on your face, and you finally confess what's been on your mind for two months.

''Bucky, that night when we... I'm pregnant.''

[pacifymebby]

Get Your Hands off My Girl, Man

Protective Cal intervenes when two new guys start harassing you one night at the bar.

Warnings: unwanted sexual advances which start when you are asleep. This is 99% an incredibly self indulgent theraputic little piece of writing for me.

If you don't want to read the description of events prior to the comfort bit, I'm going to put the particularly triggering bit between two dividers so you can skip.

You hadn't really meant to fall asleep by yourself that night. In fact you'd promised Cal you'd wait up for him to take you home on the back of his bike, and that if you got really tired you'd come and find him before you fell asleep just anywhere like you used to. You had a reputation for falling asleep before the end of the night and Cal was more than used to your droopy eyed smile as the sun went down, finding you'd fallen asleep across three chairs lined up, tucked underneath his Vandals jacket.

It didn't used to be so much of an issue, back when the bar was packed out with familiar faces and friends, guys who looked intimidating but were good at heart. Well meaning guys who just wanted to unwind and have a bit of fun. Guys like Cal and Johnny who just really fucking loved motor bikes.

Cal was a pretty laidback guy and he didn't mind seeing his girl pick a snug little spot in the corner of the room to curl up and get her beauty sleep. You were never too far from him and he could relax knowing you were safe, that Johnny wouldn't let anyone bother you, that all the guys knew and respected you and Cal too much to interrupt your dreaming.

Lately however things had been a little different around Johnny's place. The picnics and the house parties had become rowdier. Busier. Guys from different towns riding in to join the 'fun'. And these guys were different. Younger, or back from Vietnam and fucked in the head. Guys bringing all sorts of drugs and weapons around. They were more violent, didn't seem to have much respect for anyone else at all. And the way some of them looked at the women. Cal had mentioned it to you a few times before because it always ground his gears seeing the way those new guys looked at the women. Looked at you.

"Like they ain't even people man, it's fucked up, looking at the chicks like they're somethin t'eat man, I don't like it..." You'd heard him tell Johnny on more than one occasion.

And Cal wasn't the only one who was bothered by the new guys and the thinly veiled threat they posed to the old guys and their girls. Benny was wary too, Johnny always seemed to have a look of trouble in his eyes when he saw the younger guys pull up outside the bar and fill in.

Some of the guys wanted to do something about it, there'd been grumblings at meetings, murmurs of laying down some new rules, enforcing some old ones. Teaching these new guys a lesson or two about how things worked in the Vandals. The things that were okay and the things which were, obviously, fucking, not.

But Johnny seemed worried about conflict. Seemed wary of the new guys. Less eager to see any of them challenge him. He wouldn't say it out loud but he was worried about starting a fight he couldn't win. So he was being careful. Trying to keep things friendly. Only stepping in when it became absolutely necessary.

Well, tonight it would be.

You hadn't meant to fall asleep there at the back of the room. You'd been fighting sleep away for hours by the time you'd settled on the sofa by the juke box. You'd slipped your shoes off and pulled your knees up to your chest, rested your head against the back of the sofa and searched the room with your tired eyes for Cal once more. He'd headed outside for a smoke a little while before, him and Benny and Johnny, all outside shooting the breeze. God knows how long they'd be out there for and you certainly didn't fancy braving the cold night air for a drag on a joint that would make you even sleepier than you were already feeling. You'd already been out for a smoke, already drank your beers. You were all worn out now and all you could do was settle down and try to stay away until Cal came back inside.

Once he saw you curled up like that, your eyelids so heavy and dozy looking he'd know you needed to go home and insist upon giving you a ride back to his so that he could tuck you into bed himself.

You only closed your eyes for a moment. Just to relieve the tired sting of them. Only closed your eyes for a moment but that had been a moment too long and you'd succumbed to sleep before the jukebox beside you had finished her song.

When you awoke you found yourself trapped at the center of a nightmare. You could feel hands on you, jostling you as someone tried to manoeuvre you out of your curled up position.

"C'mon pretty baby, parties only just begun..."

You didn't recognise their voice and even in your half asleep state you weren't naive enough to presume this was just one of the guys trying to prank you. This was real, really happening and the moment that fact registered with you you were gripped with panic.

Without opening your eyes you froze, hoping desperately that if you just pretended not to have woken up you'd spoil their fun and they'd leave you alone. After all what could they possibly get out of you whilst you were asleep.

"Looks like someone's been on the junk..." You heard one of the snigger, their friend laughing too, a hint of delight in his voice that made your blood run cold.

"Oh boy," he cried, "she's gonna easyyy..." You heard him clap and rub his hands together before you felt hands slip beneath your knees to pull your legs away from your chest. You tried to resist a little, but only a little. Scared that if you fought back they'd realise you were awake and get ten times worse.

You knew there was nothing you could do as you felt a hand grope your breast and then another push your knees apart. The horror which gripped you was truly paralysing, your body freezing up, every muscle in you stiffening as you became rigid. There was no questioning whether you were awake now, your eyes shoot open as you starred, absolutely petrified at the grimy, practically toothless man leering down at you.

"Well would you look at that boys!" He grinned a brown, rotten smile. Your felt a cold creeping sickness tighten in your stomach, thoughts rushing through your head so fast they blurred into one.

What were they going to do to you? Why weren't you screaming? Why weren't you calling for Cal?

You wanted to desperately, but something was stopping you. That nauseous lump in your throat that had you struggling to breath let alone scream.

"C'mon baby, gimme some sugar..." He winked, his tone so laden with the threat of what he might do next, so spiteful and cruel. You knew he was enjoying scaring you half to death.

His friends jeered and laughed along, cheering him on, snatching at you, pulling your hair, their unwashed grimy faces hovering above you as they tried to get their mouths on you.

Cal

That was the only word you could conjor to mind in that moment. He was all you could think of. Desperate as you were for him to come back inside and save you.

And just like that it was over.

You didn't really see what happened but you heard it. The sound of a bottle smashing over the back of someone's head. You heard the strange gurgle in the back of your attackers throat as his eyes rolled back and his head slumped. His whole body falling to the side as Cal shoved him aside and out the way.

"Get your fuckin hands off my girl man," he wasn't looking at you, he was glaring with all the hatred in the world at the second man. The one who had been pulling your hair and threatening to let his string of drool land between your eyes.

He let you, raising his hands above his head and backing away when he saw the threat in your mans eyes.

You couldn't move, still frozen to the sofa you'd probably never feel safe on again.

"Shit man is she yours? We're sorry Cal we didn't realise!" But his defense was weak and seeing the whites of your attackers eyes only stirred Cal's rage all the more.

His hand gripped the neck of the now broken bottle he held as he raised it above his head.

"We don't want no trouble Cal, it was a misunderstanding! Thought she was free game man! It was a misunderstanding!" The man looked real scared, shaking his head and cowering away from Cal who had frozen with the broken bottle raised and ready to strike. The gleam of sharp glass caught the light, glinting with malice.

You didn't realise the scream which had rang out moments before had been yours. That it had been the sound of your terror which had stopped Cal in his tracks. His eyes now locked on you.

"Fuck I'm sorry! We're sorry!" The third man tripped over his words, his voice real whiny with fear as Benny interrupted, charging into the scene, snatching the lecherous creep by the scruff of his shirt, fist colliding with his grimy face.

But that was all you saw before Cal rushed to you. He'd dropped that broken bottle the second he saw your petrified little face, guilt tugging on his heartstrings because he thought he was the reason you were now so scared, trembling where you sat.

"Sweet angel I am so sorry baby! Didn't mean t'scare you doll c'mere, gonna get you outa here baby don't need to be scared no more honey..." He said his tone so soft for you as he rushed to wrap his arms around you and pick you up. He wanted you out of there faster than was humanly possible but he was determined to give light speed a good go.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face into his neck as you held onto him for dear life. As he rushed you away from the chaos of the fight which Johnny and Wahoo has both joined now too, you felt like your life really did depend on Cal in that moment.

When he got you outside he placed you down gently on the seat of his bike, not ever really letting go of you as he held your waist and cupped your face in his palm.

"Let me look at you angel, did they hurt you?" He asked stroking your cheek with his thumb as he studied you for signs of harm. "I'm so sorry honey shoulda taken you home hours ago..."

Of course they had hurt you, even if there were no marks to prove it, emotionally you felt completely wrecked. Humiliated, terrified, so full of shame and guilt.

"M'okay," you tried to be brave, tried to pretend you weren't half as upset as you were but with your voice shaking the way it was and that godforsaken heartbroke look in your eyes Cal could see straight through your brave face. He shook his head and sighed.

"No you're not, course you're not baby..." He said doing his best to hold himself together too, to be calm enough to be what you needed right now instead of storming back inside and killing the bastards that hurt his baby.

You choked on another sob as you too tried to hold yourself together. Now it was just you and him outside you felt the adrenaline rush tearing through you, wrecking your nerves. You were shaking, but you didn't want to let your man down or ruin his night. You wanted to beg him to take you home but you didn't want to be dramatic.

"I'm so sorry Cal!" You said struggling to hold back your tears. You bit down on your lip so hard as you tried to fight back a sob.

Cal could see the tears in your eyes but he also knew you hated crying in front of people. He knew you'd never forgive yourself if you cried in front of his friends so before any of them could come outside and disturb you both he shook his head.

"S'alright baby," he said, "not here alright, let me take you home yeah..." He said helping you to sit properly on the back of his bike before he too straddled the seat and gripped the handles. "Gonna take you home like I shoulda done hours ago..." He'd never held that bike so tight in all his life as he revved the engine and told you to hold on tight. Of course you never wanted to let go of your man ever again.

As the two of you sped off into the early morning darkness, Cal's tires spitting gravel and dirt out behind you as he broke the speed limit, you held onto him tighter than you ever had before, your hands slipping beneath his shirt so that you could feel his chest beneath your shakey hands. You rested your cheek against his back listening to his racing heart beat almost as fast as yours. His familiar scent and the heavy dusty air soothed you a little as you shut your eyes and tried to focus on the present moment. Tried not to think about what had just happened, what might have happened to you had Cal not turned up when he did.

And when your mind began to race with too many terrible scenarios for you to handle on your own you couldn't help but shout for him to stop.

"Cal! Please stop!" You shouted fighting to be heard over the grumble of the engine. But Cal heard you loud and clear, feeling your voice and your breath skim his ear as you called out to him. Stopping the bike in a panic so that you skidded to a halt at the side of the road.

You were out in the middle of nowhere, tilled farmland to your left and right, worn out fences running along the roadside.

It was dark but for the headlight on Cal's bike lighting up the night and when he killed the engine the night was silent but for your ragged breathing. His too.

"What is it baby?" He asked you turning to look back at you with worry in his eyes. "What's the matter?"

But you could barely speak, everything hitting you, the rush of fear, the desperate urge to scream, all of it hitting you all at once leaving you on the brink of tears. Tears you couldn't hold back any longer.

"S...sorry!" You cried, your voice a choked sob as you clutched your hand to your mouth to try and stop yourself.

But Cal was already helping you down from the bike, wrapping you up in his arms gently, his hand combing through your hair before cradling your head against his chest. He rested his chin in your parting and rocked you gently, closing his eyes as he tried to calm you. He just wanted to make your pain stop. He hoped Benny had killed that good for nothing back at the bar, if he hadn't well then Cal might just head down tomorrow and kill him himself.

"Angel, honey it's alright," he said as gently as he could, "I've got you baby, no one's gonna hurt you now, s'jus me an you my sweet girl..."

"I know..." You sniffled as you clutched him close and let him guide you both to the ground.

He sat you both down on the grassy verge at the edge of the field and shifted you up into his lap, cradling you in his arms. He held a lingering kiss to your hair and shut his eyes listening to your sobs shatter the cool quiet night.

The road was dark for miles, the two of you completely alone, but that was good. That was peaceful. It meant that you were safe to cry your heart out. Meant that no one could disturb you either. Cal shrugged his jacket off and draped it around your shoulders, kissing your head again as he stroked his hand down your arm and held you close.

"You're safe baby, I won't let no one hurt you honey..." He said it again feeling all kinds of guilt because it was too late. You were already hurt. This was the aftermath of that hurt, hurt he should have been around to prevent.

"I'm s...sorry Cal," you sniffled, "shouldn't have fallen asleep like that it was stupid of me..."

"Honey no!" His whispered exclamation so certain, he couldn't believe you were blaming yourself.

"Know y'dont like it when I fall asleep like that, should t have..." You carried on, not really listening to him, so scared he was going to be angry with you. But how could he be.

"Baby, baby... baby stop that," he hushed you dragging the pet name out slow and sweet for you until your trembling lips hushed and you looked up at him, so dependent on him. "You don't apologise for nothin baby," he said firmly, pushing his finger to your lips to make sure you kept listening to him. "Baby that was not your fault... Wasn't your fault at all...It's these new guys, theres somethin wrong with em, they're fucked up... Now they shouldn't have been anywhere near you whether you were sleepin or awake, they had no right and they know it..." He said desperate to reassure you that it wasn't your fault. And as you listened to him you felt yourself beginning to calm down, felt your trembling calm as he stroked your back gently and rocked you in his arms.

"And I shoulda been there," he said a little quieter then, "I shoulda been there to stop em..."

"You did stop em." You reminded him quietly, trying to wipe your tears from your eyes, letting him do it instead, his calloused thumbs brushing your skin so carefully.

"I know honey, but I shoulda stopped em sooner.." he said swallowing the lump that looking at your sad eyes left in his throat.

"You stopped em just in time," you said, a small smile gracing your lips as you remembered what he'd said as that bottle had come smashing down on your attackers head. You let out a small giggle, one which simultaneously confused and delighted your ol' man.

"hey," he chuckled nervously, "what was that for?"

You bit back your smile as you tried to mimic his accent.

"Get your hands of my girl, man..." You said, your eyes lighting up when you looked back at him and saw him grin a little sheepishly.

"ha," he smirked almost shyly, "yeah I guess I did say that didn't I..." He mirrored your grin when you giggled and nodded your head.

"Y'know I never been more glad to see your face..." You admitted shyly, "moment I saw you I knew I was safe, knew you wouldn't let anythin happen to me..." You said smiling, your fingers playing with one another as you grew shy.

Your adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off now and you weren't shaking anymore. You just felt hollowed out and tired and as you shied away from Cal you had to hide your yawn behind your hand.

"That's right sweet girl," he said, his smile growing when he caught the blush on your cheeks, "your ol' Cal's always gonna protect you..."

So he pulled you back in for another hug, cradling you so gentle and firm like you were the most precious thing in the world. And then as he kissed your temple, and then your cheek, he let out a sigh of relief.

"C'mon baby doll," he said softly, "let me take you home, gonna hold you all night yeah?"

"Yeah." You said with a soft smile, your voice so quiet and calm as you looked up at him with such trusting eyes. He held his hands out to help you up and when you stood they found your waist, held you in front of him so carefully.

"I love you honey," he said, his eyes checking you over once more for any injury, anything he might have missed, only letting you stand on your tip toes to skim a kiss over his lips.

"Love you too baby," you whispered, your eyes gazing up into his like he was your whole world, because really he was... Your whole world.

You stood for a moment, leaning against his chest as he held you, chin atop your head, cherishing the feeling of being held by him, so close to him. The two of you listening to the still of the night, standing so still at the side of the road as you closed your eyes and let yourself lean against him completely. Letting him take your weight as you felt all your energy drain from you. Remembering how tired you had been before you'd been so scared.

Well now you were safe and your exhaustion was overpowering, your eyes struggling to stay open.

Cal could feel you growing weary, his chuckle rousing you from the precipice of sleep.

"C'mon doll, y'better wake up, I've gotta get you home..." He said tickling your cheek with his stubble to make you giggle and wake up a little bit.

"Am awake," you promised, your eyes lighting up at the thought of being home, of Cal lying down with you and pulling the blankets over your intertwined bodies.

"Atta girl," he teased you, kissing your nose before helping you onto his bike, making you promise you'd hold on tight, one hand resting on top of your two hands linked around his waist.

As he revved the engine and the two of you went riding again through the dark his hand would return to yours at every opportunity he could spare. Patting your knuckles, stroking his thumb over your fingers, half to keep you awake, half to reassure himself that you were still there. That you were still his, safe and sound holding onto him.

He'd never known relief like it when he parked the bike up outside, and lifted you up bridal style in his arms, holding you to his chest as he carried you to the front door. He kicked it open and then kicked it closed behind you both, carrying you straight up the stairs to the bathroom where he placed you down on the edge of the bath tub, mimicking your pout when you looked up at him.

"M'sleepy..." You whined making him chuckle as he pushed your hair from your eyes and stroked his fingers over your tear stained cheeks.

"I know baby I know," he cooed, "let me wash your face an I'll take you straight to bed, I promise..." He said. He didn't want to let you fall asleep with a tear stained face and the evenings makeup running down your cheeks. It would only irritate your skin and, in the morning when you woke, serve as a reminder of the awful thing that had happened to you. No when you woke up in the morning he didn't want there to be a single trace of the nights events to haunt you.

"M'kay," you agreed, yawning and rubbing your eyes, waiting for him to damp a cloth with warm water and dab it to your cheeks. You shivered as the warm water trickled down your skin, it was so soothing, lulling you into even more of a lethargic haze. Your eyes were fluttering shut as he washed your face gently, every movement careful and tender. When he was finished he held a towel up for you to bury your face in and, when for a moment you didn't move, he worried you'd actually fallen asleep there, your face nuzzled into the fluffy towel, your head only held up by his hands.

"You gonna walk or dya need a carry?" He asked as you wrapped your arms around his waist and leant against his belly. When you nuzzled wordlessly into his t-shirt he knew your answer.

He let out a yawn of his own, scooping you up into his arms once more, kissing your cheek as you clutched at his shirt, never once opening your eyes.

And then finally he was lying you down on the bed, asking you to help him help you out of your dress. Being ever so careful not to startle you as his fingers skimmed your waist. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it in a pile at the foot of the bed along with your clothes. Finding you a clean shirt of his that he could pull down over your head. It fell down around you, far too big for you. Made you look so small and sweet as you lay down and reached for him.

"Hurry up baby..." You yawned making grabby hands at him.

All he'd wanted to do all evening was wrap you up in his arms, have you fall asleep with your head on his chest. Cocoon around you so that you felt safe and a snug, so that you could sleep peacefully.

And that was what he did, falling down into the bed beside you, his arms bundling you to his body, pulling the covers up over your shoulders. Kissing your cheek, your temple, each of your eyes, your nose and then, pausing. He held your cheek in the cup of his hand and looked down at you.

"Can I kiss you baby?" He asked you, something he'd never really needed to ask you before. But tonight he wanted to be sure. Needed to know he wasn't going to scare you or remind you of anything you didn't want reminded off.

You bit back a smile, opening your eyes so that you could look up at him.

"Please," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as he smiled and leant in.

When his lips met yours you felt a warm flutter in your chest, a sanctified feeling spreading through your body, radiating from your heart. You'd never felt so loved as you did in that moment as his lips moved against yours, his nose knocking with yours as you both tried to slip just a little closer to one another. You never wanted him to pull away, despite how sleepy you were. Despite the fact that your head was heavy in his hand. You were sure you wouldn't be able to open your eyes again now that they had closed. But you felt so dreamy and content, so peaceful and cherished. So safe. So it didn't matter. And Cal held you and kissed you, only pulling away to kiss your cheek again, to stroke your hair from your face tenderly, to kiss your forehead and watch as you drifted into a peaceful sleep.

He would have waited up and watched over you all night if his own exhaustion hadn't hit him too. And now that he knew you were safe, that you were happy and peacefully dreaming, he finally felt able to drift off too. But he held you in his arms all night, your heart's syncing to beat a gentle rhythm together.

[donnerpartyofone]

Once again, sorry that my fancy phone camera makes everything look like shit, but I'm having the oddest experience:

I'm almost done with The Golden Apples of the Sun, the Ray Bradbury anthology that I've been really hot and cold on, and this is my favorite story from the book. It's about a woman riding across the desert to be with her mother before she dies, and a storm forces her to spend the night in a remote power plant where she has a shocking (🥁) religious epiphany. I'm not exactly religious but I think it must be a really good description of what it's like to have faith, with this idea about how electricity connects everything into one simultaneous unified whole. The story has the only piece of marginalia in this entire copy, which is this:

I really enjoyed the story and I thought I would send it to a couple of friends, so I looked to see if it was online anywhere. One of the first things that came up was a YouTube video with this exact passage as its caption:

I don't know if I necessarily need to listen to Jarvis Cocker tell this story...but that was a weird experience for me! Here is the link if you want to hear it (I couldn't find a pdf or whatever immediately):

I did find some interesting notes on the story, though, first from the author:

I guess the building was still there for some time, but I have a feeling it's been razed because I can't find more about it now. Oh well, if you have the enterprising energy to try to dig me up some old photos of it, please do so!

[quillsareswords]

omg for #QFWW with a vampire reader bc spooky season never ends, like a date gone wrong or something like that pls

A/N: I really know I've found my people when half of these were for my supernatural reader-characters. More vampire reader in my That Which Bleeds collection! WARNINGS: mentions of blood but no descriptions of consumption, mentions of food, language

MASTER LIST in BIO

   “For the record, this was not originally how I intended the night to end.”

   He glances down at the massive bloodstain on the front of his once crisp green button down for emphasis. “No? Were you aiming to have this stain a little higher up? My collar, perhaps?”

   You glare at him dejectedly. “Not funny.”

   He’s smiling anyway. He’s sitting on the curb outside of some swanky restaurant, with this huge dark blotch on his shirt, and he’s smiling at you like you’re finer than every piece of art in the gallery you took him to earlier in the afternoon.

   You bury your face in your hands. “I’m sorry.”

   "What ever for?" he chuckles.

   You glare again. "You're joking, right?"

   Against the cold night air, the warmth of his arm wrapping around your shoulders feels more like a space heater kicking on next to you. “You don’t have to apologize,” he chuckles. “It was a good day.”

   Well, it had been. You'd spent most of the day flitting around the apartment, finding things to keep you busy while you waited for him to finish with his classes. You'd gotten ready together, and he went down and started the car before sunset so it would be warm for you.

   It was all downhill from there. When you finally got to the gallery venue, there was nowhere to park and the valet was nowhere to be seen. There was no choice but to park elsewhere and walk three blocks in your slightly uncomfortable fancy clothes. He'd insisted it was nice to be able to stretch his legs after being stuck in his home office all day, but you know he's still sore from his showdown with Riddler's biggest, baddest goon last week.

   Inside, none of the trays walking around were vegetarian friendly. It was all meat, or very obviously coss-contaminated. On top of that, none of the refreshments were to either of your liking. So, two hours of meandering around a winding exposition with nothing to eat and no drink—because why on earth would they offer water?

   When you finally finished, with a new piece under Damian's arm (a delightful reimagining of a lesser-known Van Gogh, apparently), it was raining. You'd checked the forecast every hour, on the hour all day and there hadn't been a cloud in sight until tomorrow night. So, just this once, you hadn't brought your umbrella. 

   Luckily, the artist he'd purchased from was more than happy to hold it for you until one of you could come back and safely pick it up. And neither of you wanted to walk in the rain, so you called over a cab and left the car to sit in a business lot for awhile longer.

   Finally, you'd thought things were looking up.

   And then the restaurant couldn't find your reservation. The reservation you made weeks ago, because The Stranger is the only nice restaurant in all of Gotham that caters to both vegetarians and vampires.

   Fortunately, they happened to have an open table, and because you had the foresight to bring along some proof of reservation (ensuring the entire mess was their fault), drinks were free.

   Finally, all was well. Damian loved his mushroom risotto, you were thrilled with your AB+ blend, and it really looked like you'd be able to pull this off.

   The whole night was your doing. He'd been so busy with his degree and his heroism and his internship, and you'd been finding a delicate balance between your own school work and playing mediator between any decent vampires in the city and privy law enforcement, while also making yourself a threat against any indecent vampires that didn't care for humanity anymore. You hadn't been able to do much of anything together, especially when he slept for six or so hours most nights and you didn't.

   You sat with him while he ate breakfast. You'd sit in his office while you both worked. He'd sit in the living room to work while you chipped away at hobbies or watched something. You'd sit closeby while he painted. You'd lie in bed and read while he slept, because he always sleeps better if you're around. If you're lucky, you may even doze off while you're there. You found ways to spend time together whenever you could, but it wasn't quite the same as getting out and going somewhere.

   Valentine's Day was the best excuse to do so. Two whole days cleared on both schedules. One night to stay out as late as he could bare. You'll make breakfast for him tomorrow, and whenever he decides to get up, you'll talk him into watching some ridiculous romance movie he'll roll his eyes at but end up teary-eyed by the end of.

   You can practically taste victory, despite all the mishaps leading up to dinner. The waiter is bringing over your second glass. Damian's almost finished. You're almost done with the artichoke dip he didn't like as much.

   And then, in a wretched turn of events that you swear only belong in shitty television dramas, the waiter trips. Over thin air or his shoelaces or your hopes and dreams, it doesn't matter. He falters, squeals, and the glass he's carrying goes flying like a targeted drone strike.

   Thinned red blood splatters against the wall behind your table and then—all over the front of Damian's shirt.

   You could have burst into tears right then and there. Instead, you waited patiently for Damian to assure the sputtering waiter that it was fine, he wasn't angry, he wouldn't have the poor kid fired. Then, you took Damian to the family bathroom and tried your best to rinse out as much of the blood as you could in the sink. 

   "A good night?" you ask incredulously. "Where have you been all night?"

   He raises one hand, the one not touching you, in mock-defense. "I didn't say it went perfectly, my love. Could things have gone a little smoother? Of course. But they didn't ruin the evening."

   You finally pull your face from your hands. "Yeah, they kind of did. Case in point," you grumble, gesturing to his shirt.

   "I don't care about the shirt," he tells you seriously. "I have dozens of them. I'll buy another one if I miss it. Look at me." His hand skims up the round of your back to the base of your neck to get you attention. It's pointless, because you never turn down an opportunity to look upon him. "I don't care about the shirt. Or the shoes."

   "What happened to your shoes?" you cry suddenly.

   He laughs tiredly and shakes his head. "Nothing important. Will you let me finish?"

   You bite down on your lip as your hand absently passes over your mouth, as if you're subconsciously trying to keep yourself quiet.

   "I was going to say, that I don't care about all these little things that happened." He rubs his thumb across the cool skin of your neck, mere inches away from a scar that's never quite going to heal. "All I wanted to do tonight was spend time with you. I didn't care what we did. I did enjoy the gallery, and dinner, and I do appreciate all the time and effort you put into planning all this: but you really didn't have to. I would have been perfectly content to sit at home and stare at you all night. I wanted to be with you tonight, and you gave me that. Everything else was secondary."

   The way he looks at you now almost brings tears to your eyes. He looks at you like you're the prettiest thing on Earth. Like you're the only thing worth looking at. Like he really would have been happy to do nothing but look at you until the world ended.

   "I just wanted it to be perfect," you tell him honestly, voice as wilted at you feel. "We don't get the chance to do this very often, so I wanted it to be special." You laugh wetly despite yourself. You're quick to wipe away one rogue tear. "Guess I should have known better. We do live in Gotham, afterall."

   "That's true," he chuckles. "On the bright side, it still wasn't as terrible as our New Year's dinner last year."

   You laugh just thinking about it, like you always do. He knows you always laugh about it. It's a trick he keeps tucked in his back pocket for just these occasions. "That was pretty awful," you agree. "Your brother tumbling through the window covered in blood wasn't exactly how I thought that night would end, either."

   He gently pulls you closer to him. Tucks you into his side while you wait for a cab to take you back to the car. "Well, to be fair, I expect most nights to end with at least a little blood. I am in love with a vampire, afterall."

   You rest your head on his shoulder and watch slow traffic pass. "I love you, too," you hum. "Even though you are the one who spilled my drink last night, and now you're trying to blame me."

   He rolls his eyes."I am not–"

   "Oh you so are–"

[vammieposts]

DOCTOR WHO MUSIC RABBIT HOLE WOAH

i love finding doctor who in random places, just now I was struggling to find the lyrics of a Belgrado song bc I was hoping to be able to translate it but I ended up on their bandcamp which led me to this persons profile which led me to this other album with this as the cover!?!? hi cybermen i wasnt expecting to see you guys here. but this ended up leading me down a several hour long rabbit hole of doctor who music as a genre

Ok so as I write this post i'm discovering more and more really good doctor who inspired music that I personally enjoy/think others will enjoy

Chameleon Circuit - probably the most well known doctor who fan band, very fun, rock, 2008-2014, according to wikipedia they invented the term "Time Lord Rock", or "Trock", which is used to describe music created for and by doctor who fans about doctor who

Hero of a Hundred Fights - The Remote, The Cold (2001) - Faction Paradox stuff, sort of math-rock, they're really good! lots of BIG SOUND as my brain describes it, and cool lyrics+art, from Wisconsin according to wikipedia, my fellow eda fans, this is for YOU (tbh this and solid space are my favorites so far, chameleon circuit is good but doesn't appeal to me much personally)

Solid Space - Space Museum - as I described above, this stuff has a fun sort of electronic atmospheric feel, makes you feel like you're in a big empty fancy building at night, the kind of music you can wiggle slowly to and feel like a little robot person, has songs called the Tenth Planet and Earthshock, if you like cybermen you'll like this lol

DOCTOR IN DISTRESS - of course, I couldn't possibly leave this out could I? Very Important Song

Viva Computer - This Town will Never Let Us Go - calm, fun electronicy, as you can probably guess based on the songs namesake, faction paradox!

Starvefish - This Town Will Never Let Us Go - Also faction paradox!

The Go Go's - I'm Gonna Spend My Christmas with a Dalek - a beautiful product of dalek mania, my favorite christmas song, and the most confusing description of a dalek I've ever heard which includes at least one large toe. Included on the compilation, "Who is Dr Who"

The Art Attacks - I am a Dalek! - fun song! rock, feels very 80s but i don't know much about music tbh oh wait its 1978, pretty close!

Time Crash - another "Time Lord Rock" band, if you want to find them on youtube don't mix it up with the Time Crash: Children in Need special tho. I like the lead's voice a lot! its very chill and fun!

Also, these aren't doctor who themed, just related via actors, but Peter Capaldi was in a post-punk band called the Dreamboys and Billie Piper was a pop artist!

Some Doctor who Music fun: (doctor who, Delia Derbyshire, and the BBC radiophonic workshop have a really interesting place in electronic music history soo have fun learning)

But yeah there's my collection from this morning, and these are just my own personal taste plus a couple that are really good and I think others will enjoy so please rb with your favorite bands and songs you think should be added!

[archivus]

MAG[REDACTED] - Double or Nothing

tw: non-descriptive mention of suicide and cults

*tape clicks on*

- I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU

- Sam, you know exactly why I'm here

- And why exactly would I tell you how I ended up here? You've got your own god serving you its powers on a silver plate and you still serve a different one- why would I talk to a traitor like you?

- Because I *know* you're no different

- NO DIFFERENT? HOW DARE YOU COMPARE US, YOU TWO FACED DISGRACE! I joined the Falling Titan's reign for the man I loved and as soon as the waves took him I changed sides. The difference between us is that I left. I didn't serve two powers at once. I didn't sell out like that.

- And your heartbreak as well as you leaving one entity sent you plummeting into the arms of another one...

- Do you really think I became like this over some breakup? You should know damn well that serving an entity requires stamina, effort and reassurance. I didn't just have a small depressive episode and stuck with The Lonely, I was destined and I finally arrived, I could feel it.

- Would you mind going into greater detail?

- You're just as ceaseless as your master, so fuck it. I need this off my shoulders. Go do your thing, and once it's over get the hell out of my sight

- Got it. Statement of Samuel Bolt, regarding the story of how he obtained his powers. Recorded from subject 2024 May 6th, archivist present: Arcturus Walker. Statement begins:

- I've had it rough since forever. I can't remember my childhood and it's probably for the better. I couldn't figure myself out. Depending on the circumstances I was always someone else. At home I was chatty, couldn't shut up about whatever caught my fancy back then, but once around people I knew it was a total blackout. I never said a word, almost to a comedic degree and around strangers once more it was like I transformed, I was brave and, perhaps not a leader but still, assertive in conversations.

And I got *respect*. Something I didn't get at home nor from those who were supposed to be my friends. So I craved talking to strangers, I frequented parties, beaches, conventions for trivial topics I wouldn't think about twice but it worked. People appreciated my attitude, were acting just how I wished they all did. In retrospect that is, as I actually hated approaching strangers. I found myself in this paradox, either I couldn't express myself or I had to do so around *people*. And how I hate people. Always did, that never changed. And the burnout, that damned exhaustion, I was living my daily life on battery saver to have enough energy for all that self fulfillment later. But now I can be myself, the fog listens, the empty houses are there for me to wander, to explore the perverted lives of those that never lived there, not really. It's amazing. I'm all alone, happier than ever. No need to fight against stupid amatonormativity, I never even wanted a spouse. I had one crush in my life and look where that lead me, to an entity that couldn't keep me around for a year. Heh, pathetic.

Serving your *better* god did me no good, I got way too existential for my own right. Now don't get me wrong, I love a good philosophical crisis every now and again, but it felt like the sky was peering down at me, my own insignificance took a toll and at that point I once again felt that need to prove myself to make it worthwhile. The others in the cult? Oh they bathed in the light, enlightened about their own meaninglessness they fully gave in to nihility. But I couldn't. It didn't feel right. Call me another stupid human, well I'm not even that anymore I suppose, but I needed purpose. And that was to be myself, with myself, without the whole entire universe towering over me.

- Huh, how did you find the Forsaken? What did it take for you to join and embrace it?

- To find it? I kinda always felt it was out there, the tranquility of isolation lifted my spirit, I could tell there was something otherworldly behind it. From the two of us you were always the one reluctant to spirituality and look where that lead you!

- To be fair, neither of us would have guessed the ones overlooking our world were born not of perfection but of fear-

- Mr. fancypants coming at me with that poetic language, oh please. Your little ego was stroked, because the way those scientific videos you always watched about our universe altered your brain chemistry, were just a step away from what one of those entities stood for. I still remember how full of joy you were reading your first Leitner, still not believing a word that text said but you just related so close to it, it was like someone read you. You chose a path and didn't even knew what you signed up for. Hell, neither of us did, I'll give you that. And I don't know what it took for you to be able to throw people into the sky, but the Lonely took nothing from me. Hear that? Nothing. Not until I gave it what I thought it deserved. It never drove me to do this, it calmed my mind when I most needed it, making every moment of peace last forever. I'm not saying it was easy serving it you know, I'm sure you can't relate but I'm plagued with guilt for every bypasser I sent into the fog. But it never made me feel like I needed to be different to align with it. I could join its grace without changing a thing, even carrying all that guilt. It allowed me to keep that part of my humanity. That's why I did it. Neither you nor your polycule of gods deserve the details-

- The Sam I knew would've never worn turtlenecks. I can guess the rest, thank you very much

- ...So am I free to go then, *officer*?

- Did it seem like I forced you to stay?

- Is that a rhetorical question? Get outta here, you bastard *tape clicks off*

Thank you so much for reading this episode of MAG[REDACTED] which was dedicated to The Lonely! I have an important announcement to make: I am an author for @magnusforgaza, please check them out and donate to the charities if you can! You can also request me to be your artist for any tier 1 commission!

You can read the rest of the episodes here: The Flesh The Vast The Stranger The Dark

Or here: #magredacted

[theinstagrahame]

Just published this MOSAIC Strict supplement, as part of the Tiny Library Modern Fantasy game jam:

And in a nutshell, it's about adding this to your RPGs:

For the uninitiated, kinstones are half-coin fragments that Link finds scattered throughout Hyrule: chests, monster drops, hidden in grass, etc.

Some NPCs have the matching halves of these coins, and when you "fuse" them together, it changes something in the world.

From a game design perspective, what I found cool was that it encouraged players to explore the world, interact with as many NPCs as you can, and try to gather up a collection of Gemstones. Rewarding exploration and interaction on both ends.

It's not especially fancy: you have a rollable table and some prompts for when to give players Kinstones and how to generate some for NPCs. If a player has the B4 gemstone, they need to find an NPC with the matching B4 half.

But it's definitely the most complicated thing I've made layout wise to date. I taught myself some basics of Affinity Photo and Affinity Designer before I even sat down to make the card itself. With the exception of the icons in the center of the image (which game from Game-Icons.net), the rest of these coins were photoshopped.

I then went through and made a series of unique split lines for each coin, in Affinity Designer:

Then I made the table that players can roll on during the game, with the complication that it needed to fit on one side of a single bridge-sized card.

After that, I just had to cram all the rest of the rules on the other side of the card. No big deal, except that I tend to be verbose and 2.25 by 3.5 inches is pretty small...

The current set-up on Itch includes a simplified PDF with the same table, and the rules text in a larger font, plus some tips and tricks I couldn't fit on the card. I hesitate to call it "plaintext" because I did include images of the coins (with image descriptions as an attempt at accessibility).

If I have time, I want to create a package of the tokens as PNGs for use in Virtual Tabletops (VTTs) and other online games. I also really want to make a laid-out version that someone could print onto a page of business card printer stock, so people can punch out a set of gemstones, cut the cards in half, and play physically. But that is more work, and I recently lost my job so I need to work on that first...

[oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat]

DarkSides Family AU - Uncle Roman

So, someone in the tags wanted me to add Uncle Roman content. Yes, I saw that. I always read the tags. Y'all make me smile.

Features some side mention of Patton, Emile, and Logan as well. But mostly about Uncle Roman.

OH, and trigger/content warning: mention of past child abuse (be careful y'all, not very descriptive tho), mention of sexual organ (it's Remus being Remus)

It's a few months after Virgil is officially adopted that he meets Roman

Remus has mentioned a twin brother a few times before, saying how he's always busy as a Broadway actor & occasional playwright, so not surprising that it takes so long to actually meet him

There's also the point of Virgil not being comfortable enough to meet him until months later anyway, so it panned out well in that case

Plus, Virgil's only other interaction with an 'uncle' was from his birth family and that went horribly (the uncle got thrown into jail, thank god) (dumb little uncle man, evil b*tch)

Anyway, though Virgil knows his current family is NOTHING like his birth family, he still feels anxious about meeting Roman

Both parents decide to take a day off from work (Janus has no urgent case, though he'd easily drop one for his spouse and son) and drive almost an hour to visit Roman

Roman has a break between plays, and invites them over cause he really wants to meet his nephew (like omg, his twin has a SON, omg I want to meet him)

It'd been Virgil who mentioned wanting to meet Roman, after Remus mentioned him inviting them all over for a day, and they all agreed to go together

So yeah, the drive up felt a little anxious for their son, but they distracted him by playing his fav music CD on the radio thing

They also were making fun of a particularly dumb plaintiff from a past case and Virgil couldn't help but snicker at the dumb-dumb's ignorance to basic laws

Like Janus says something like "Literally one of my easiest cases, they were so f*cking dumb." And of course, Remus cackles at that and Virgil snorts

And yeah, they help ease Virgil's worries (they already know a good portion of what his birth family did to him cause it was in his case file, and God did they want to kill them and Virgil's so-called uncle, that perverted bastard)

Side Note: Roman lives alone with a German Shepard dog named Liv (she is very cute and a cuddle-bug and actually pretty good around kids)

Anyway, Virgil's nerves slowly trickle back in as they pull up to this kinda bigger fancy house Roman lives in (what, is he rich or something?? Like wtf, it looks so dramatic for a house)

Remus and Janus take notice as they all exit the car, and they pull their son aside and tell him that they can leave at any time if he needs them to, like you're more important, okay? We love you and want to keep you safe, and although Roman IS safe, we'll go if you feel uncomfy around him (which makes Virgil want to cry cause he's still getting used to being cared for so he just settles for a nod instead, not trusting his own voice)

Janus hooks a finger with Virgil, keeping a firm hold so he knows he's there as a way to reassure his son

Remus goes up to the door, doesn't even knock, and just yells "HEY MF, OPEN THE DOOR B*TCH." which Virgil finds amusing as Janus sighs (in a fond way, of course)

Roman appears as he opens the door, an annoyed look there for a brief second before caving in and hugging his twin, saying a "Nice to see you too, you gremlin of a sibling."

Yeah, they're definitely siblings

And Virgil can see how they're twins, though appearances were a little different: Roman had no facial hair but they both shared brown curls and a wonder-filled gleam in their eyes and though Remus had a streak of white, Roman and them shared almost the same face shape (honestly, they probably pulled very believable twin pranks as kids, seeing as how similar they looked and seemed)

Roman's smile was warm, unlike Virgil's jailed birth uncle, and that put a little ease for the anxious boyo

As Janus and Virgil came up the steps, Roman let go of his sibling and greeted them two

He gave Janus a welcoming pat on the shoulder and asked him how things were going

Then Janus put calming hands on Virgil's shoulders and introduced him to Roman, which went like "Roman, this is our son, Virgil. Your nephew." And Virgil kind stood there awkwardly and gave the smallest wave hi

Roman's eyes lit up as soon as he saw the kid, excited to finally get to meet him, and gave a big grin and welcomed him

After a few minutes of basic catching up, they all went into Roman's house, and Virgil decided that this guy was definitely wealthy to some degree bc who tf has a like a million broom closets under their stairs?? Like why is there so many-

They all migrate to the living room and chill on the couches (yes plural, who owns this many couches?), and continue chatting

Roman sits on one of them alongside his twin, and Virgil sits on a different one near a corner by Janus (Janus is now holding Virgil's pointer finger in his own and Virgil appreciates the small gesture)

After a little bit, Janus decides to mention their son's school accomplishments like the proud dad he is

Like "Yeah, Virgil here has an A in algebra. He's very smart." Or even a "he likes art, and he's really good with comic stuff." and Virgil kinda blushes slightly in embarrassment at each compliment and cause of the attention on him

And yus, Remus joins in boasting about their son like "yes my son is very artistic and cool." And also like "he knows many things, and I taught him how to deck a b*tch if they ever get too close."

Side Note: at some point, after that whole bully situation (mentioned in the first post), Janus & Remus taught Virgil self-defense n sh*t

Roman makes a joke about him being a nerd and that he knows more than one now, which kinda makes Virgil uncomfy slightly, but Remus notices and shoots a quick glare at their brother like "stop that sh*t before I pummel you into a dickless form of agony" and Roman understands (kind of?) idk, he stops with the nerd jokes after that

Roman mutters a "sorry kid" and mentions how he knows someone that is very smart like that, like with math and stuff; thus he tells Virgil about his friend Logan who is an inspiring astronomer but currently works as a teacher at a high school, and how Logan was also smart even as a kid, and Remus laughs and is like "oh yeah, I picked on him all the time, that little smartass." And Roman kinda is like "lmao we both did, idk how he managed to tolerate us." And Janus silently knows the answer to that cause it's the same reason he himself married Remus and stayed friends with Roman: all thanks to love cause you just can't help but love the two chaotic twins

Side Note: Logan is a single dad to a pair of siblings, Patton and Emile, who were about a year apart in age but were a little younger than Virgil was, and he does his best as a single parent and his kids seem to love him all the same; Logan doesn't yearn for a partner, he's literally aro/ace, but sometimes he wishes for a co-parent or help now and then

Anyway, Virgil feels better at the mention of someone smart like him and the good memories the twins share, seeing the twins share memories and laugh with each other makes him smile a little bit

Some time passes and it's almost dinner time, so Roman offers to order pizza or something cause he was gonna have pizza anyway, and then three are like "yeah sure, why not" (Virgil is okay with staying a little longer since Roman has been pretty nice so far; plus free pizza)

Yeah, and as pizza is being delivered to Roman's place, Remus gets up to go piss or something, leaving Janus and Virgil with Roman

But then Janus gets a call from work and needs to step out for a sec, and looking to Virgil he says "I need to take this, are you gonna be okay with Roman for a few minutes, darling? I can always wait until Rem gets back." But Virgil shakes his head no and says it's fine, it's only a few minutes and Janus hesitates but is like "okay, but pls hollar if you need us, okay?" And Vi is like "okay" and Janus leaves to step outside and takes the phone call

Virgil didn't miss the grumbling Janus made before picking up the phone and going outside (he muttered something about "istg someone better be dying, this is my day off, like just let me be, b*tch")

And now Virgil half-regrets doing that cause he's in a room alone with an adult he doesn't know a whole lot and it almost feels similar to his birth uncle but not entirely cause at least Roman sits on the other side of the living room, at least there's that; you're fine Virgil, as long as he stays over there you're fine; and yeah, some anxiety starts to trickle in yet again

But then Roman does something Virgil doesn't expect, and says "I know you probably don't like being alone with someone you don't know, but I just wanna say that I'm glad I got to meet you and that I just want to make you feel comfy while you're here." which is surprising because hey, maybe he's not so bad, he's being kind at least

Virgil relaxes a little at that but not by much, and Roman notices so he gets an idea, and he whistles

Virgil is very confused until he sees a dog walking in, wagging her tail

Virgil's eyes light up at the sight of a cute little doggo, and Roman is very glad he has Liv

"Her name's Liv, btw. She likes kids." Roman says, as Liv spots Virgil and walks to him and sniffs him

Liv rubs her head against Virgil's hand so he pets her, and he does pet her and lets out a small giggle at the dog cause he f*cking loves dogs

And of course Roman is like "omg my nephew is adorable, I love him already, kskwsidks" with a little side thought of "God damnit, I sound like little Patton lmao"

And yeah, Virgil eases up a lot with Liv around him, and Liv decided to lay down with Virgil and cuddles him (which makes Virgil laugh again cause yus doggo is cuddling, so cute, yus, she is a good pupper, omg yusss)

Roman is glad to know Liv calms Virgil's nerves down (maybe Virgil would do good with an ESA?)

After a few minutes, Remus returns to see the cute scene of Virgil smiling at a cuddly dog and Roman chatting idly with his nephew (though Virgil only gives small answers here and there)

Remus is happy to see their son relaxed and comfy around their brother

Janus' call goes for a little bit longer than he originally thought, and it kinda irritates him cause he just wants to see if Virgil is doing okay with Roman or not, but this mf on the other end won't shut up like omg no one cares, Janus isn't gonna take a case on his day off, f*ck that sh*t

After his phone call, he goes back into the living to see Remus sitting with Liv and Virgil, a content aura in the room as the twins chat away again and Virgil chimes in a few times as well

That makes him smile and his foul mood is nearly gone

But he still just wants his partner so he plops down next to Remus and immediately leans his head against him

Remus understands and combs a gentle hand through the attorney's hair, getting a content hum from their husband

Yeah and the visit goes good from there and they have pizza and a good time

When they leave after dinner, Virgil feels a little sad saying goodbye to Liv but also to Roman, cause Romans turned out to be okay and generally safe

As they all say goodbye n stuff, Virgil surprises them (even himself) and gives Roman a quick little hug before heading to the car

And Roman kinda cries cause Remus and Janus mentioned Virgil not being touchy but he was okay with giving his uncle a quick hug, so yeah now Roman is crying cause that means Virgil feels safe with him on some level

Remus teases him like "bro you're so dramatic lmao" and Roman is like "f*ck off, he's so awesome, I love him already, he hugged me omg" and yeah Roman is a sensitive boi

Eventually the fam leaves and while in the car, Virgil blurts something out about liking Liv and that "eh, Roman was alright ig" even though they all know Virgil was okay with Roman and was just putting up a little front cause he be like that (blame trauma and trust issues, I'm going to murder that damn evil birth uncle of his, istg, cue author rage)

Side Note: Roman is still geeking out over his nephew cause he loves him so much, even well after they all left

Yep, I love Uncle Roman <3

There ya go, y'all. Wholesome interactions. I really like this au, so I'll probably write more about it.

[thatdammchickennugget]

Heyyy, I hope you have a wholesome day 💖 I'm sending this ask for the event you're organizing. Congratulations for your milestone!!!

Here is the description of myself:

I am a Romanian girl that grew up in both Canada and Romania. I am fluent in romanian, french and english.

I have hazel eyes (brown (in the middle) and green (at the exterior)), long brown hair that sometimes has natural reddish reflections in the sunlight and I am what I would consider a standard height, between 1.66m and 1.68m ( I don't know the measurements in foots 😅).

I love to read, to listen to music, paint, watch movies in fantasy settings, go to museums or exhibitions (mostly art exhibitions), astronomy, talk deep conversations about the universe(s) or life itself, learn about ancient civilizations (litteraly what I'm studying), know about different types/style of paintings and travel.

I am a daydreamer and creative person.

I never did the Harry Potter house quizz, but my friends and I see myself belonging in Gryffindor.

My style ( if I could buy everything I envision and want, but I can't unfortunately because of taxes, time that I have for myself and little pocket money I presently have ( being a student today in a middle class family)) would be a mixed depending on the occasion or the way I'm feeling I am a coquette, light royal core and old money girlie.

I do have gold jewelry and love it. I also have some kind of sport outdoor outfits because I also like being in the middle of the action, explore and do some little sportive things.

In the future , I would love to relearn the piano, learn to play the harp, write songs and movie scripts (even act in some of the ones I created), write fantasy-romance books, skydive, have a successful business, discover old infrastructures from antiquity and find ways to preserve/protect the fauna of the Amazonian forest, Romanian forests and others.

Wow, I just looked back and saw how long the description was... Hope it's okay :)

I cannot decide between two characters and tropes, you can choose if you want to do one of them or both of them. It's up to you 💖

Mattheo Riddle with the trope of: Rivals to secret friends to "I fancy you but it is forbidden" to lovers

Or

Ominis Gaunt with "I tolerate you because of my best friend but don't really like you"/forced proximity, I guess to gumpy-sunshine (maybe only in the beginning when Ominis still thinks he doesn't really like her) to "I don't know why I feel this way around you and I never realised we had so many things in common" to friends (but both of them have feelings for the other, yet they think it's only one sided(poor Sebastian, he'll be so frustrated 😭)) to lovers

If you decide to do one of these or both or even if you only read it, thank you so much!!! Sending you love and good vibes ❤️✨

The fact that I love both of these characters who have a reputation, a bad life at home and are touch starved, and love so many characters with these in common like Sirius Black or Regulus Black, makes me question myself.

-Selenophile 🌌🌙✨

Ps: Congratulations again!!!

Thank you lovie!! And don't worry, the more you guys put into you descriptions the more I have to work with 💕💕

Hogwarts Legacy Era; Romantic Match-Up: Ominis Gaunt

ominis and you were like oil and water when you first met. with your vibrant personality and love for adventure clashing with his reserved demeanor and aloofness, you found yourselves constantly at odds, exchanging snide remarks and wary glances whenever you were forced into each other's company.

despite your initial animosity towards each other, fate had other plans. your best friend, sebastian, seemed to be determined to bring you two together, constantly orchestrating situations that forced you into each other's orbit. whether it was group outings or study sessions, you couldn't seem to escape ominis's presence.

at first, you both tolerated each other begrudgingly, but you found his standoffish attitude irritating and his constant brooding a drain on your energy. but as time passed and you were forced to spend more time together, you began to see glimpses of a different side to ominis, a side that intrigued you despite your best efforts to resist it.

one night, when you were taking a break from studying in the undergroft, you found yourselves discussing ancient civilizations and lost civilizations, you realized that you shared a common passion for history and exploration. even with your differences, you discovered that you had more in common than you had ever imagined.

as your friendship with ominis deepened, much to sebastians delight and your own confusion, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you couldn't explain. his quiet strength and unwavering loyalty touched something deep within you, igniting a spark of attraction that you had never felt before.

yet, both of you were hesitant to acknowledge your feelings, convinced that they were one-sided and doomed to go unrequited. little did you know, ominis was grappling with his own emotions, struggling to come to terms with the fact that he had fallen for someone he had once dismissed as nothing more than an annoyance.

and as you stood on the precipice of something more, unsure of what the future held, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for you and ominis to find happiness together, despite the odds stacked against you.

Song: War Of Hearts by Ruelle

Golden Trio Era; Romantic Match-Up: Mattheo Riddle

mattheo and you were destined to clash from the moment you first crossed paths. with your opposing personalities and conflicting interests, you found yourselves locked in a silent battle for dominance, exchanging sharp remarks and challenging each other at every turn.

despite your rivalry, there was an undeniable curiosity that sparked between you, fueled by the mystery that surrounded mattheo and your own enigmatic charm. beneath the surface, you sensed a connection that defied logic and reason, drawing you together like magnets.

it was during one fateful encounter in the library that your dynamic began to shift. as you found yourselves reluctantly working together on a group project, you discovered unexpected common ground and shared interests, your animosity giving way to a tentative truce.

through late-night study sessions and stolen moments of camaraderie, mattheo and you began to forge a bond that transcended your rivalry. you found yourselves confiding in each other, sharing your hopes, dreams, and fears in whispered conversations that echoed through the empty halls.

yet, your newfound truce was not without its challenges. as you navigated the complexities of your forbidden connection, you were forced to keep your growing affection hidden from prying eyes, lest you face the consequences of defying the expectations placed upon you.

mattheo and you found solace in each other's presence, your clandestine meetings becoming the highlight of your days. you stole moments of stolen kisses and lingering touches, each one a testament to the depth of your love for one another.

and as you stood on the precipice of uncertainty, with the weight of your forbidden love pressing down upon you, mattheo and you knew that you would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, united by a love that defied all odds.

Song: Infinity by Jaymes Young

[jeongyunhoed]

As seen on my FF.net Also seen on my Ao3

Following the events of fifth year, a new adventure awaits for Norah Lee. Boys, exams, school events, common room parties, and old foes outside of Hogwarts. Even battling pensieve guardians was easier than this.

Main Pair: OC / Ominis Gaunt Genre: Adventure/Angst/Fluff (it's a little of everything, tbh)

KEEP IN MIND: Characters are aged up (even if the story's got them in sixth year) to make it more appropriate. Time period is leaning towards the modern day so in case you might find anachronisms in the dialogue or references, this is why. This may also be quite a lengthy fic too.

BE WARNED: Social anxiety, mentions of blood and injury, grief, drinking, kissing but nothing more than that, death (this is Hogwarts Legacy, after all)

P.P.S: Amit is the greenest flag among the HL boys. Nerida and Grace are also coming in clutch.

Masterlist

Chapter 17

There was something on Ominis' mind as he worked on his Transfiguration homework in the library. He opted to do his homework with Amit and Henry this time, with Sebastian following later after getting in detention again. He had only heard Sebastian describe Norah's hair, with Natty and Poppy making some comments about her clothes back when they used to hang out. But as to what she looked like, Ominis had long wanted to know but couldn't ask without getting suspected of fancying Norah.

"I have a question," Ominis paused in between writing, making the two Ravenclaws look up.

"Yeah? You're nearly done, by the way," Amit tried to point out.

"I know, but, this is...rather different, it's something I admit is personal," He started. Sensing that Amit and Henry were fully focused on him, he took a deep breath, as if trying to muster the courage to say it. "...What does Norah look like?"

Amit and Henry stared at him. "You've never mapped her face, Ominis?" Henry was curious. "Didn't you say that Norah was beautiful in what you said about her in the Daily Prophet?"

"No, I haven't mapped her face and if I did, she'd think I'm mad," Ominis shook his head. "...I thought I'd ask you two since Sebastian's in detention, and if I asked him, he would never live it down."

Henry chuckled. "Well, she's got dark brown hair, down to her shoulders, brown eyes," He began, trying to picture her in his head. "She's average height, that or Samantha's quite tall, really. As far as looks go-"

"She's beautiful," Amit interrupted, before Henry could get specific. "Even if she wasn't the hero of Hogwarts, she would still turn heads. If not for her looks, for her actions. For her wit and charm."

Henry and Ominis stared at him. "That is awfully profound of you, Amit," The blonde Slytherin noticed, making Henry snort. Amit's cheeks turned pink at the remark. He didn't bother to say anything after that, as he agreed wholeheartedly with Amit's description of her. And what did it matter what she looked like anyway? Her personality made her beautiful enough for him.

"You know, it reminds me, Norah never got to tell us who summoned her from Ronen's little assignment before the Gryffindor party," Henry raised a brow, trying to recall the time. "Has she said anything? Natty certainly believes whoever did really fancied her."

"It was me."

Amit and Henry gaped at the Slytherin boy's admission. "...You were the one who summoned Norah?" Henry said, looking impressed. "How did you do it? You know people were watching that board like a hawk. Especially when Norah's name is on that board."

"I don't think they were watching it as well as you thought," Ominis shook his head. "I woke up early to check if Norah's name was still there, and while everyone was having dinner in the Great Hall later that day, I tried my hardest to summon her name."

Henry was even more impressed. Amit still looked surprised. "Must be great to finally get that off your chest, huh?" He said.

"What do you mean?" Ominis wondered, even though he had a feeling he knew what Henry meant.

Henry laughed. "You must've fancied Norah for a while now."

This time, it was Ominis' turn to be surprised, nearly spilling over his ink pot. "I-I uh-" He sputtered, much to the amusement of the spectacled boy sitting across from him at the table. Amit had also looked at Ominis like he had figured it out at last despite being surprised earlier.

"So that's why Norah came looking for you at the greenhouses," Amit said. "Knowing her, she confronted you about it, didn't she?"

"She did. She must have remembered I went looking for gillyweed," Ominis nodded, his heart fluttering at the thought.

"To be fair, many guys fancy Norah, maybe even that Nicholas Carrow, but that flew out the window when he cursed her the other day," Henry shrugged, the three of them frowning at the thought of that duel.

Ominis went back to finishing his homework, scribbling down the last few lines. He wondered if he should tell them something he hadn't told Sebastian yet, about that dream he had of finally baring his heart to Norah in the Undercroft. No, he couldn't, because that would only make him even more vulnerable to Henry and Amit. As if he wasn't vulnerable enough already.

As Henry and Amit also went back to working on their respective essays, the taller Ravenclaw glanced at Ominis. "The Hufflepuff party's this weekend. You should try and ask her out by then," He suggested.

"If you won't, we'll ask her out for you," Amit chimed in, making Henry snort and shake his head. "What? I think Natty will understand. She knows how you feel about Norah, doesn't she?" He glanced at Ominis.

"No comment," Ominis replied. "You should probably focus on your own romantic conundrum, Amit, than worry about mine."

"Ah, did I just hear a confirmation?" Henry pointed out with a grin, making Ominis grumble. "Aww come on, am I the only one among the three of us whose life in that area is going well?"

"Yes," Ominis and Amit said in unison. Henry chuckled. "Don't push it."

Once Ominis was done with his essay, he rolled up the parchment to place in his satchel, closing his ink bottle and wiping the ink off the nib of his quill clean. "I just remembered, Norah might be back from Hogsmeade by now," He muttered.

Henry looked victorious as he continued to write, while Amit looked particularly flustered still. "You can do it, Gaunt, be confident and tell her how you feel."

"Like you've told Natty?" Ominis retorted as he got up to leave.

"As a matter of fact, I have made my intentions clear to her. Natty, well, has yet to get back to me on it," Henry replied as-a-matter-of-factly. "Ask Norah to the Yule Ball, Ominis. If you don't, someone else will."

Henry's prodding didn't help him one bit as he shuffled out of the library, his wand-bearing hand outstretched to guide him to where he wanted to go. As he climbed up the steps leading to Central Hall, Ominis found himself replaying his dream over and over again. It made his heart pound, anxiety settling in over the thought of possibly telling Norah how he felt. It would be one of the very rare times Ominis showed someone else his vulnerable side, the very side he sought to protect each day as he got older.

His mind was racing with thoughts of Norah, the terrible poems and riddles he wrote in those letters. The moments that the two of them were unintentionally alone, the comfortable silences they had whenever they'd walk outside the grounds. It was a big change from the rather cold first meeting they had next to the windows of the common room. Ominis could only dream of telling Norah how he felt, ramble about how he felt about her, how he had always seem to feel about her.

It reminded him of their adventure into the Scriptorium again, how she bravely led the way and cracked Salazar Slytherin's locks with ease. And ultimately, how she chose to be cursed so they could get to the secret room built by his ancestor. Her screams then resounded in his mind, just like how his own family's victims would scream in excruciating pain while his relatives cackled. Ominis thought of how she mustered up all her strength to continue but also of how he just stood there, wondering if she was okay. Of course she wasn't, you idiot, he thought to himself back then.

When he entered the common room, he sensed Norah was by the window, by the spot where he would stand and tease unsuspecting first-years about seeing mermaids.

"Ominis, Ominis, Ominis," Norah sing-songed, and the blonde could suddenly tell that something has happened to her. "You're here~"

"What on earth has happened to you?" The words came out of his mouth as he approached her. "You sound sloshed."

"A little tipsy, I've had one too many butterbeers and Garreth's Fizz-beer was unusually strong," Norah giggled, closing her eyes to take a deep breath. "He might bring that to the Hufflepuff party, and everyone will surely be drunk there."

Ominis took another step forward. "I don't think you're just tipsy, I think you're really drunk," He said. "Maybe you should sit down," He said.

"Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't," She mumbled, following him to the couch where the two of them sat. Ominis felt his heart skip a beat when Norah actually sat much closer to him. They usually sat closer in the Undercroft, but not where their housemates could see them. "Oh, I now have. It's a wonder I'm not levitating off the ground anymore."

He pointed his wand at her, sensing what she looked like at that moment. Her cheeks were pink, and she was warm. Despite getting a whiff of the alchohol, that familiar perfume she always wore overpowered it. "Did Weasley at least give you a hangover tonic?" He sighed. "Look at you, it's the first time I've seen you like this," He said, his voice soft.

Norah rested her head back on the couch. "But you can't see me," She said.

"You know what I mean," Ominis pointed out. "We must get you some water at least, or some food. Would you like to go to the kitchens? We can go to the Room of Requirement if you like," He suggested.

The brunette shook her head profusely. "I think sleep can get rid of this. I don't mind a hangover. I just want- I just want to not feel anything right now, if it's alright," She said.

Ominis paused to turn to her. "Norah... What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, that I just want to not feel all of this pressure and anxiety and grief just for a day or two," Norah replied. "It's making me quite numb and if I'm honest, kind of...empty."

"Empty?" He was curious.

Norah hummed. "Mhmm. I won't bore you with the details. I think you already know what I meant by those things."

He did have an idea. "I did tell you that you don't have to be alone in all of this," He reminded her.

"Doesn't mean I still won't find it hard to walk," Norah pointed out, to which Ominis nodded. "But there's something else to it, really, the fact that no one's asked me to the Yule Ball, when I know for a fact that Natty and Professor Onai are already preparing what she'll wear then. What about you? Has anyone asked you yet?"

Ominis wanted to scoff. "You're forgetting who you're talking to, Norah," He said.

"So someone has asked you to the ball, then?" She asked, feeling her own heart sink at the thought, while relieved that Ominis couldn't see what she looked like then.

"No, no one has asked me to the ball. Who would want to be my date anyway?" Ominis looked down as he admitted it. "And...I haven't asked anyone either."

"Many girls would want to be your date, Ominis," She said, a hint of sadness in her voice. "They're all just waiting for you to ask them..."

"But I-" Ominis started, his breath hitching. "I-don't want to ask those girls, I don't intend to. There's- there's someone I want to ask," He muttered.

She raised a brow. "Oh? She must be very special to have caught your eye," She said, feeling her heart sink even more. "She's so lucky."

"Indeed," Ominis couldn't turn to her after admitting it. His already pink cheeks turning a shade darker the more he said anything. "If that's what she might think..."

Norah looked down at her hand that was an inch away from the blonde's. "I'm sure you've got a way with words, based on the letters you sent me. You'll be able to ask her," She said quietly.

Ominis tilted his head towards her. "I hope I could..."

He was waiting for Norah to say something more until he heard a soft snore come from her all of a sudden. Norah had fallen asleep. Ominis turned a little to face her, his free hand hovering over her head, moving down to hover over her face. "I'm back from detention, finally," Sebastian's voice could be heard when he climbed down the steps, immediately spotting Ominis. "Norah back yet?"

"She is, and she seems to have crashed," Ominis gestured to the sleeping girl next to him.

Sebastian snorted at the sight of her. "I did pass by Garreth on the way here, he seemed quite drunk too."

"Mhmm. They had one too many butterbeers, apparently. And they had some of his Fizz-beer," Ominis recalled. "Weasley plans to bring it to the Hufflepuff party."

The freckled boy grinned, taking out a vial and wiggling it in front of his friend. "Good thing he's given me this to give to her, the hangover tonic. Kept mumbling on how he needed to give it to her after getting the first taste today."

"You do realize we'll have to wake her up to make her drink that," Ominis pointed out, to which Sebastian only hissed in reply.

Sebastian was faced with a minor dilemma, but a dilemma nonetheless, as he studied Norah's rather peaceful expression. Her cheeks still a little flushed from all the alcohol content she consumed, lips parted slightly, with soft snores escaping her. Waking her up didn't seem right, yet, did he want her to wake up hours later with a splitting headache and looking unwell? If they were in the Undercroft, it would've been easy to tuck her in and let her sleep there. Or if they were in the Room of Requirement even.

Sebastian cared about Norah, and he knew Ominis did too, to the point that he actually had fallen in love with her. Ominis already had a feeling that he too, was in love with their own best friend. Both of them were, yet they knew that Norah might only have eyes for one. Would he decide to bow out and help Ominis win her affections? It was becoming clearer that the blonde was certainly more deserving than he was, harkening him back to the morning after the Gryffindor party.

He needed to choose. He still needed to choose. At the same time, he wondered if Norah liked anyone, aside from Garreth, that is.

But that dilemma was quickly solved when they spotted Nerida and Grace suddenly come in. "Hello boys, we heard Norah was here and a little unlike herself," Grace was grinning, and the two girls stopped when they saw the girl herself, unconscious.

"Yeah, she passed out. Garreth's got some really strong brew coming in time for the Hufflepuff party," Sebastian replied, glancing at Norah's sleeping form. "He also gave me the hangover tonic to give to her, but we're quite in a dilemma, aren't we?"

The two girls sighed. "Alright, we'll bring her back to the dorm," Grace side-eyed the boy.

"What? I didn't do anything," Sebastian gave her a look as the two girls helped Norah up. "And I can't bring her to your room. I can recall very well boys aren't allowed in the girls' dormitories. The steps turned into a slide."

Nerida and Grace laughed. "And for good reason," Nerida pointed out, as she and Grace helped Norah to her feet. Norah, unsurprisingly, remained unconscious as they brought her up the steps to their dormitory. As they hauled her inside, they laid her down on her bed, covering her with the blanket before stepping away.

"Whatever Garreth put in that drink, I'm actually looking forward to having some at the party," Grace muttered, evidently excited for the upcoming festivities yet. Both hers and Nerida's dresses for the Yule Ball already on display on conjured mannequins.

"I think we all deserve a pint of that," Nerida agreed.

As they sat down on their respective beds to either study or read, they suddenly heard Norah mumbling.

"Ominis...Ominis Gaunt...Why do you hurt my feelings?"

The two of them froze, eyeing each other with both surprise and intrigue at what they were hearing. "She fancies Ominis?" Nerida mouthed.

"Not surprising," Grace shrugged, the two of them going quiet once again to see if Norah would say anything more.

"You...Ominis Gaunt...I don't want anyone else..."

"That changes everything," Grace concluded. "Norah Lee, the hero of Hogwarts, has her sights set on no other than Ominis himself."

[wake-me-up-inside-imagines]

Saw Smooches

Synopsis: You've been dating Leo for a month now, and it's been going pretty good so far! There's only one issue…he hasn't kissed you yet! You devise a plan to change that.

Leo Myers (oc) x reader

Word count: 4,932

Warnings: Mentions of the movie Saw (non-descriptive)

Gn! reader

cross posted on my ao3

Divider/banner credit goes to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

I wrote a majority of this in the middle of the night while eating cold pizza because my roommate was asleep and I didn't want to wake them up. The only acceptable writing conditions.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! I'm writing a bunch of little one-shots of first kisses with my ocs, so I hope those pique your interest!

The first thing you noticed about your boyfriend when he opened the door to his apartment was how nervous he seemed to be. 

Of course, you weren't surprised. You and Leo hadn't been dating all that long, only about a month to be exact, and he had been a bundle of nerves for the entirety of that time period. This was his first relationship after all, and you knew he just wanted to make sure he was doing everything right, even though he had no clue what he was meant to do. He had been so nervous about going too fast or making you uncomfortable, he hadn't even built up the nerve to hold your hand until the third date you two went on. It was simply too much for him to handle at once, and more often than not, you were the one who had to initiate any form of intimacy, no matter how small or insignificant.

You couldn't deny how cute his nervousness was, how cute he was, but at the same time, you were frustrated. You appreciated how considerate he was trying to be towards you and your comfort, you really did, but it was too slow. You needed more. You needed to grab his hand and hold on tight, you needed to cuddle up close to him, you needed to feel the warmth of his body against yours, you needed the warmth of his lips against yours. You needed him, but despite the hints you had been dropping, Leo had remained physically distant, trying to be respectful of your potential boundaries, while being completely oblivious to your actual needs. It was driving you crazy, you had to do something about it.

So, you hatched a plan. Leo was nothing if not generous, so when you casually, almost flippantly mentioned you'd like to do a movie night together, he was quick to offer up his apartment for the date, as you expected him to. It wasn't meant to be a fancy date, you specifically told him not to bother dressing up for it, it was just meant to be a relaxing, chill night together. You two decided to order pizza, Leo refusing to let you pay for it, as per usual, and the date was set, both of you marking it on your calendars.

It was the perfect opportunity to strike. Leo would be the most comfortable he'd ever been during one of your dates (at least, you hoped he would be), in the safety of his own home, in comfortable clothes, relaxing as much as possible. You'd even let him pick the movie, if it would help him chill out. 

And luckily, if all went well, you'd finally be able to do what you had been craving for long, before the two of you even started dating. You were going to kiss him. 

Now you were here, at his doorstep, the day of your movie night finally upon you, and you were practically about to jump your boyfriend's bones already. He looked so adorable standing there, in his sweatshirt and sweatpants, his messy brown hair falling over his glasses, hiding parts of his green eyes from your view. Despite that, you could see the nervousness in his face, his eyes gazing at you longingly for a moment before shyly flicking away, looking anywhere but where you were. His hands were wringing together, his entire form looking tense and shaky as he waited for you to enter his apartment. 

"...Hey. You look..." His eyes traced your form, his fingers pinching at his skin as he fought to find the words to speak next. "Nice. You look really nice."

"Hey." You greeted back, shifting from foot to foot. You weren't dressed in anything special, you had just thrown on the most comfortable clothes you could find, but even then, he still found you attractive. Lord, you wanted to kiss him. You had to fight to keep your gaze away from his lips, it was too early in the night to scare him off. Not yet, you couldn't give in yet. "Are you going to let me in?"

Leo's eyes widened slightly, as if he had just realized he was still standing there, blocking the doorway. "Oh, yeah! Sorry, please, come on in!"

He moved off to the side, allowing you enough room to finally step into the apartment in front of you. It was a nice place, with a whole living room area set up directly in front of you, the kitchen nestled behind it. There was an awkwardly placed table in an empty space next to the kitchen and behind the living room, big enough to sit at least four or so people, a couple of plates and two big pizza boxes stacked on top of one another. There was also a big bottle of coke, as well as a couple bottles of water, all lined up neatly in a row beside the pizza boxes. The whole place looked well-kept, and you noted with a hint of amusement that the living room area smelled heavily of apple cider. Leo must have sprayed the whole place down before you arrived, maybe a little too much. Still, you appreciated the thought. 

You heard the door creak shut behind you, the lock clicking into place with a light thunking noise. "My roommate isn't here right now, she's on a date with her girlfriend, so we won't have to worry about disturbing her." Leo's voice rang out behind you, his voice surprisingly steady for how shaky he had seemed a moment ago. You turned around to look at him, debating whether to say something or not, but he kept going, his hands still fiddling nervously with each other. "I got the pizza before you got here so that we wouldn't have to wait, but we don't have to eat right now if you don't want to. We can also eat wherever we want, it doesn't have to be on that table, I just put the food there because I was a little worried Mikey would get into it. I got some soda, but I also have water if you don't want any of that, I think we also have some juice in the fridge-"

"Hey, slow down, no need to be so nervous!" You cut through your boyfriend's nervous rambling, shooting him a reassuring smile. You moved toward him, quickly grabbing his hands in yours before he had a chance to put them in his pockets, or hide them behind his back. "I love how thoughtful you are, so don't worry. It means a lot that you were even willing to pay for the food. You're so sweet, you know that?"

Leo's face was getting really red, the tips of his ears especially so, but he seemed to be trying his best to stay calm, his fingers gently tightening around yours. This was a good start. You were warming him up. Hopefully, this would help him get a little more comfortable with your touch. "I...thanks. I just wanted to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible."

"And it will." You reassure, beaming at him happily. "This is supposed to be a relaxing, low-key night, remember? Everything will be fine." You grip his hands tighter, releasing one hand so that you can stand next to him, rather than in front of him. "Now c'mon, why don't you show me around this place? It would be nice to know where everything is."

Leo's face was still beat-red, but he nodded, walking slowly forward, you in tow. He awkwardly led you through the living room and the kitchen, place you had already become familiar with at just a glance, showing you everything you might need to know for future visits. He led you down the hallway of his apartment, pointing out where Natalia's bedroom and bathroom were (obviously you two didn't go in to her bedroom; that would have been a massive invasion of privacy), before leading you to his own room, his free had slightly trembling as he twisted to knob and let you inside.

His room was about what you expected it to be, but it was still really cool to see where he spent most of his free time, where he felt most comfortable. He had a crap ton of movie posters hung around the walls, a couple of other, unrelated posters dotted in between them where there was space. He had some knick-knacks strewn about on his shelves, which were kind of messy, in a charming way. His bed was an amalgamation of colorful, fluffy blankets, all laid neatly on top of each other, a black comforter buried at the very bottom. He had a couple of smaller, silkier blankets on the very top, probably baby blankets if you had to guess, and you smiled at the sight, resisting the urge to grab Leo's face and smash your lips onto his right then and there. Lord, he was such a nerd. You loved him.

The most prominent thing of all though, were the bears. There were a ton of bear plushies, all looking to be from the same brand, some hanging from hooks on the ceiling. Others, bigger ones without loops on their heads, sat neatly on Leo's bed, staring out into the wider room as they patiently waited for bedtime. He even had a little figurine of them, one that sat amongst the other random objects on the top of his bookshelf. 

Your hand slowly released Leo's as you walked further into the room, going towards his bed. You picked up one of the bears sitting there, a blue one, a set of furry, pajama-like clothes sewn into it's body. It's massive white eyes stared back at you, its claws laying on its legs, right next to a little bow placed directly on its chest. It was really cute, you could see why Leo had so many of them. "Wow, you have a ton of these little bear dudes. You like them a lot, huh?"

Leo shuffled behind you, walking towards the bed, until he was right next to you. He picked up another bear, one that looked exactly the same as the blue one you were holding, except its fur and clothes were black, not blue. "I...yeah. I collect em. I think they're really cute. They can be expensive, but I add on to the collection when I have money to spare."

You placed the blue bear down, looking up at the ceiling, where more hung. "They are cute. When did you start collecting?"

"When I was a teen." He replied, following your line of sight, staring up at the bears with you. "I also have a couple of stickers, and some clothes of them. Actually, the sweatpants I'm wearing are from the same brand. There's a little picture of one of them on one of the legs."

Oh?" You turned to look at his pants, letting out a small laugh when you saw were he was pointing. There was indeed a picture of one of the bears on his black sweatpants, its colorful appearance hard to miss on the dark fabric. How had you missed that? "...You're so cute, you know that?"

Leo's face erupted into red once again, his throat bobbing nervously as he swallowed, his eyes immediately looking away from you. "I uh, I didn't know that. Thank you..."

Resisting the urge to snort at his embarrassment, you take the lead, heading out of his room and back into the wider apartment, where the food was at. "Wanna eat?"

"Sure, feel free to sit wherever." He followed behind you, his hands stuffed firmly in his sweatshirt pocket. You could see the outline of his hands, still fiddling intensely with each other, even when hidden from view. You wondered how long it would take for him to kick that habit. "You have a movie you wanna watch in mind?" 

"Yeah, I do!" You picked up one of the nearest plates, opening up the pizza box on the top of the stack. To your delight, it was your favorite type of pizza, probably on top so you could serve yourself first. He must have remembered you mentioning it offhandedly, although you yourself couldn't remember the exact moment you had told him. "Can we watch Saw? I've wanted to watch it for a while."

You're no exactly lying, you have wanted to watch it for a while, although your reasoning was more related to Leo than you would let on. He loved that franchise, he talked about it constantly, he even had a shirt he would wear often (and as it turns out, a poster of it hanging in his room). You loved listening to him ramble about it, it was one of the few times his nervousness melted away and he let his true excitement show, but you kind of wished you were able to join in on the conversation, or that you had a deeper understanding of what he was talking about. You were hoping to change that a bit tonight, despite how many of the movies there were. 

"Really!?" He asked, excitement entering his gaze. His hands stilled inside his pockets, his nervousness temporarily forgotten at the prospect of watching and sharing a movie he loved with someone he loved. If this didn't help relax him a little more, you weren't sure what would. "I mean, sure, as long as your ok with the violence. You won't mind the gore, will you?" 

You shook your head. "Nah, it'll be fine. And besides, if it gets to be too much, I'll just shut my eyes." Or bury your face in his chest, but you weren't going to leak your plans just yet. "Can we eat on the couch?"

Leo watched intently as you poured yourself a cup of the coke before placing a couple pieces of pizza on your plate, the excitement never leaving his green eyes. "Of course! It's more convenient anyway, the tv's more visible from there." He grabbed his own plate, reaching for the pepperoni pizza underneath your pizza box and grabbing a couple slices for himself. "The first movie's not that bad in terms of gore, not compared to the later movies at least, but there's still some gross scenes that I know get to people, so I wanted to make sure you'll be fine with it. It's a good movie though, minus some bad acting, which I actually think makes it better. The only downside is that John Kra- I mean, the main villain isn't in it much, but he gets introduced in two, so if you like the first one and you want to watch two, you'll get to see more of him-"

A small smile made its way onto your face as you listened to your boyfriend prattle on, clearly enthusiastic about your selection. You were glad he was so happy, it would help to put him at ease, and besides, you loved when he rambled. You loved his voice, and the way he described things. You would be happy to hear him talk all throughout the movie, if it meant you could listen to his voice. You couldn't wait until the movie started. 

The two of you finished up making your plates, carrying your food and drinks to the table in front of the couch before sitting down, dragging the table close enough to reach while you ate. Leo grabbed his remote, flicking on the tv before scrolling through his streaming services, looking through them until he found the first Saw movie. He pressed play, and without anymore delay, the movie began, the captions popping up as soon as audio began to play. You both settled down, your eyes trained on the tv as you began to eat.

There was just one problem: You two were sitting on the opposite sides of the couch. That wasn't too much of an issue while you were actively eating, sure, but what about after? What about when you were both done with your food, when there was nothing to do besides watching the movie, when you were ready and open for his touch? Something needed to change, and that would start with scooting closer to Leo as stealthily as possible, until he caught on that you wanted to be near him. 

You started slow, shifting over to your left ever so slightly, moving a centimeter at a time. He didn't seem to catch on, his eyes mostly on the tv screen, but whenever he did look at you, you made sure to halt your movements, leaving him oblivious to your intentions. It took you a solid ten or so minutes to get close enough for him to understand what you were doing, the slight brush of your hand against his enough to tip him off that you were right there. You were sure he had figured out a long time ago, he had been looking a bit tense for several minutes now, but he hadn't said or done anything until this moment, probably too afraid to scare you away, if you had to guess.

It was a good thing you weren't easily scared, least of all by him. 

Slowly, as if trying to placate a frightened animal, you shifted your hand, moving it further and further onto Leo's own, until your fingers were intertwined tightly with his. He didn't move away, in fact curling his fingers tightly between your own, and you took that as a sign to continue moving closer, until your side was pressed directly against his. It was nice, to be so close to him, but you needed more. You needed way more.

"Can we..." 

He looked to you, a nervous sort of desperation shining in his eyes. "I...yeah. Please."

Without missing a beat, you leaned over, removing your hand from his in favor of wrapping your arms around his waist. He copied your motions, his arms circling around your torso while his head moved to the crook of your neck. He skin was a little cold, but you could fix that. 

Neither of you really knew where to go from there, so you just stayed in an awkward hugging position for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do next. Eventually, after seconds of uncomfortable stillness, Leo began slowly leaning backwards onto the couch, and you let him, accepting the small fall he was pulling you into as you landed softly on his chest. You fully believed he would remain there, laying down face up with you on top of him, but to your surprise, he rolled himself over, pushing you until your back was against the rear of the couch, and his back was to the tv, both of you laying directly on your sides. His arms were still around you, the movie playing on as he held you awkwardly in his tense arms. 

You snuggled closer, placing your head in Leo's chest, his warm sweatshirt rubbing up against your cheek. You could still see the movie from over his shoulder, but he wasn't able to, not when his face was pointed towards the head of the couch. You frowned. "Hey, do you wanna flip sides? You can't see the movie from there, can you?"

You expected Leo to agree, to release you enough to flip the two over you over so he could watch the movie he loved so much, but to your immense surprise, he shook his head, his arms curling tighter around your waist, his head moving forward, until it was in the crook of your neck again. You could feel his breath on your skin, the tickle of his hair on your cheek, the slight pressure of his chin digging into your shoulder. It was the feeling you had craved ever since you had started dating, maybe even before then, if you were being honest. "It's ok, I can hear it well enough to know what's going on. You've never seen it, so you should face the tv. "Can..." He paused, gripping you tighter, hiding his embarrassed face within the space between you and your neck. "...Can we stay like this? I like this a lot. I like being so close to you..."

"Of course we can!" Your boyfriend couldn't see the grin spreading across your face, but you were sure he could hear it in your voice as your grip got tighter. "I've waited so long to hold you like this, I'm not gonna let you go anytime soon."

Leo buries his head further into your neck at that, snuggling as close as physically possible. You can feel his hands kneading the back of your clothes, kind of like a cat, his thumbs rubbing up against the soft surfaces as his fingers curled around other parts of your top. You could feel his feet shifting back and forth below you, getting him comfortable and somewhat aiding in him pushing himself farther into you, his legs beginning to entangle with your own. It was like he was trying to bury himself within you, to become one with your body, and you realized with a hint of joy that maybe, just maybe, beneath all the nervousness and hesitance, he was just as desperate for your touch as you were for his. 

The two of you spend a solid half of the movie curled up against each other, simply taking in each other's presence while the movie droned on in the background. It was really, really nice, to be so close to him. You could feel him trembling a little, at least in the beginning, but eventually he became more lax, going limp in your arms, his hold tight around your body. He was clearly warming up to your touch, something you were proud to have achieved in such a short time. 

There was only one step left in your little plan now: Kiss him.

Steeling your nerves, you pull back a little, enough for your face to go from the crook of Leo's shoulder to right in front of him. He resisted at first, trying to keep his face where it was, but he let you go after a moment, his arms still tucked securely around you, but loose enough for you to back up a little, until you were face to face with him, your noses practically touching. You were both looking at each other now, your heads and shoulders leaning upward with the support of the pillow beneath you. Hesitantly, as if afraid of scaring him away, you removed one arm from around his side, dragging it over the curve of his body before pulling it over his shoulder, the palm of your hand landing softly on his upturned cheek.

He swallowed, his face slowly turning red again. He knew what you were up to. This was it, you couldn't back out now. 

You didn't say anything. You just leaned forward, until your lips were hovering right above his. He didn't pull away. 

Softly, as gently as you could, you pressed your lips onto his, a small smile forming against his mouth when you heard him make a light groaning noise at the contact. His lips didn't move much, you didn't think he knew what to do, but you could feel one of his hands removing itself from your back and landing on your cheek, mimicking the movements you had made only a few seconds ago. He pressed himself further to you, his nose bumping against yours as the kiss became a little firmer, a little more intimate. You were doing most of the work in terms of the actual kissing, Leo mostly following your lead and copying your movements when he could, but that was ok. You knew this was his first kiss, so he probably had absolutely no clue what he was doing. That was fine, you could teach him, and hopefully, he'd get better at kissing you over time.

You pulled away after another moment or two, your eyes slowly opening as you pulled back, face to face with Leo once again. He was doing the same as you, his lips slightly parted as his eyes opened back up, a desperate sort of disappointment on his face as you pulled away from him. His hand stayed on your cheek, his thumbnail dragging softly over your skin. His lips had chased yours briefly, trying to keep up with you as you pulled away, but now he was leaning backwards himself, looking you nervously in the eyes before his gaze would shoot away, focusing on anything but you. He swallowed again. 

You frowned. "...Are you ok? I'm sorry, maybe I should have asked-"

"-Can we do that again?"

You blinked. Leo was looking at you now, trembling with nerves, but he was forcing his gaze to remain steady, looking you dead in the eye as he asked. He didn't pull away when you leaned forward, in fact, he leaned in to meet you, his eyes instinctually shutting again when your lips met his, the force behind it a little more rough than before. You weren't as gentle this time around, your tongue going to swipe at his bottom lip as you got lost in the kiss, his chapped lips feeling heavenly against yours. This is what you had been waiting for for so long, and fuck, was it worth every second. His skin against yours, his hand caressing your cheek, the tremble of his lips as he tried to keep up with you, it was all so, so worth it to you.   

You could have stayed like that forever. So could Leo, you assumed, because he refused to pull away, attaching himself to you as long as you would let him. The only reason you pulled away for a second time was because you were running out of air, and as much as you loved kissing your boyfriend, you didn’t really feel like blacking out directly on top of him. 

Even after you pulled away, the two of you remained as close as physically possible, panting against each other's lips as you tried to catch your breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, a clouded over look in his irises as he stared at you, then your lips, then you again. However, before you could say anything, he abruptly pressed his face into your chest, nuzzling the soft fabric of your shirt with his nose, his eyes shutting in pure bliss. He removed the hand on your cheek, wrapping it back around your body, his hand going to grasp at the clothing covering your back.

You smiled down at him, taking the hand on his cheek and placing it in his hair. He looked so handsome when he was like this, cuddled up to you, his glasses askew and his lips swollen from where you had kissed him. You couldn’t wait to do this again. 

“...I’m sorry if I was bad at it.” Leo mumbled against your shirt, his voice cutting through the audio of the movie you had forgotten was playing. “I’ve never kissed anyone before, not until that, at least.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” You reassure, whispering softly. It felt appropriate to be quieter after such an intimate moment. You just wanted to savor the moment with him, to relax and reflect on the many milestones you two had hit that night. “It was really nice. I’m so glad I finally got to kiss you. You know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?”

You couldn’t see Leo’s face, but somehow, you felt the small shift of his face through the fabric of your top, as if he was smiling into your chest. “I uh…No, I didn’t. But I’m glad you did. I’ve wanted to do that for ages now, but I was too scared to initiate. So thank you.”

“No problem.” You hesitated, but you resolved yourself, leaning down enough to kiss Leo on the top of his head. Why not? You had already kissed Leo directly on the lips, what was his head in comparison to his mouth? “I…I’m really glad I’m with you.”

If you were being honest, you wanted to tell him you loved him. It had only been a month, but you couldn’t deny that your feelings for him ran much deeper than just a crush. Still, you had already done enough in terms of pushing the relationship forward that night, and you were hesitant to push your luck. You didn’t want to scare Leo by pronouncing your love just yet, not this early on in the relationship. You’d save that for later. For now, you were content to stay like this, holding him in your arms while he relaxed. 

“So am I.” Leo whispered, shuffling closer to your body. “Thank you for going out with me. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

Neither of you spoke anymore. The movie continued on in the background, nearly over by now, but the two of you weren’t paying it any mind. You were too wrapped up in each other, in the intimacy of the moment, in the joy of holding on to each other so tightly, like the other would disappear if you or him were to let go. This was a good end to a good night, and maybe, with any luck, this could become a regular thing, something that became much more normal to do in the coming weeks.

You couldn’t wait to kiss him again.

I hope you enjoyed!

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It probably would have been more accurate to post this a few weeks ago when Eddie had his birthday, but it's over now, it's too late :b

Anyway. Small not so small fanfic (technically fanfic, but it's like an idea that I don't know how to translate into a complete story) for Eddie Brock x Venom symbionte x Flash Thompson

So these three have been dating for four years. In the fourth year Flash realizes that they never really celebrated Eddie's birthday. Weird because who doesn't celebrate his birthday? He had fought hard enough to force his boyfriends to celebrate holydays properly. With the symbiote because many times they didn't understand the meaning of the celebrations and with Eddie because apparently he had a shitty father who didn't celebrate anything.

Flash wasn't sure if Eddie ever told him what his birthday was. So he had to consult with the symbiote.

They talked a bit about it. Flash was aware of Eddie's trauma regarding his mother's death and at that point had completely forgotten that his mother-in-law's death and Eddie's birth were directly related (It was obvious, but he was so interested in knowing the date of the birthday who just forgot that little detail). But regardless of what happened that day, Flash believed that it was only fair for Eddie to let go of those traumas and be able to enjoy his birthday properly. After all there was, even if it is a sensitive topic, more than thirty years have passed since that incident, it was time to forget.

Flash wanted to have a party, not that big, but the typical celebration with friends, gifts, lots of food and cake. The symbiote opposed this idea, firstly because Eddie still hasn't gotten used to the idea of ​​having so many friends and even less to the idea all in one place and secondly, Eddie isn't a big fan of parties.

Flash responded to this negotiation with a lengthy "Boooooriing". But he accepted it. If he couldn't follow through with his idea, then he would have to find another, and ask.

"What was the best birthday Eddie ever had?"

"I don't know if you will like the answer"

"why?"

"Eddie's last best birthday was with Annie"

"Fuck"

Annie, of course it was with Annie. And, Annie was a tough wound to heal, and he couldn't blame his boyfriend, Annie was probably the first person to show him any affection. But he's still jealous that Eddie's best memories are with Annie. At a certain point this got very personal, he was going to make sure he had the best memories with Eddie and no one is going to stop him.

"It is incredible that you are competing with a person who died almost 20 years ago"

"Shut up!"

So the right way to make Eddie a pleasant birthday was to take him out for a walk and eat at a restaurant. It's no mystery to anyone that Eddie loves to take time to walk and think a little. They do not need to go to a specific place while walking, because in general moving from one place to another while engaging in an interesting conversation is enough. Eddie felt somewhat confused when Flash invited him for a walk and it wasn't about a morning jog, or going shopping or visiting someone, the point is that it's not very Flash just going for a walk. Flash was carrying the symbiote, Eddie thought it was so he wouldn't have to use the uncomfortable prostheses or the wheelchair, but in reality it was so the symbiote wouldn't accidentally reveal the intention behind all that.

Even if the walks weren't Flash's thing, he could say that he really enjoyed walking with Eddie, he always had something to say about what was going on around him, monologues and monologues full of descriptions, anything that crossed their paths could be a topic of conversation. But the time had come to redirect Eddie to the restaurant.

It wasn't very fancy, just Eddie's favorite restaurant and Eddie isn't exactly a person with fancy tastes. They sat down and evidently ordered their food. It wasn't long after the waiter left that Eddie couldn't help but ask.

"Okay, what is this all about?"

"What do you mean?"

"What is the special occasion? What happened today? I'm sure our anniversary is in about 4 months"

"Can't we take our beloved boyfriend out for a romantic date?" (fake offended drama)

"So you two just woke up this morning wanting to be romantic?" (mocking tone)

"You really don't know what day it is today?"

"hmm, tuesday?"

"no you idiot, why is today a special day?"

Eddie just shrugged in confusion.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY"

"What? No..."

"what do you mean no?"

Eddie checks the date on his phone.

"Oh right, it's my birthday"

the three laughed in unison

Eddie thanks his boyfriends very much for the consideration, they enjoyed the food and the day ended as satisfying as they expected it to end. Spending a birthday with his two favorite people definitely made Eddie's birthday the best ever.