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fatallyfalling · 10 months

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Little Talks ~ ♆

“ almonds, honey, and that insufferable smirk “

warnings: alcohol, typical Hunger Games themes, mention of forced prostitution, slight language, tooth-rotting fluff, mutual pining, Finnick is obviously lovesick, bit of flirting, etc.

{{ word count }} 2.2 k

{{ prompt }} The Capital party swells with music but all either of you can think about is finding the other and sneaking off for some peace and quiet.

{{ a/n }} i was kicking my feet and giggling the entire time i wrote this !! also this switches between Finnick and your pov’s ! i wanted to test out how that would read but this is the tooth rottingly sweet fluff i promised! usually i try to keep Reader more gender neutral but descriptions lean more fem this time around, i hope you enjoy! <3

The Capital revelry was in full swing, swelling music from a string quartet on the dance floor and long banquet tables piled high with hors d’oeuvres and various sparkling cocktails. Colorful lights danced through the outdoor gardens, sparkling off absurd ice sculptures meticulously placed throughout the courtyard.

The Capital district of Panem really spared no expense when it came to a party.

Finnick Odair’s jaw set as his eyes scanned the event, picking a speck of dust from the lapel of his emerald blazer. He’d been ‘bought’ for the night by a high-profile heiress. The sickly scent of her overpowering perfume stung his nose, and her laugh was more like the honk of a goose.

Not caring for whatever the heiress hanging on his arm was squealing about with the other elites nearby, he kept his eyes searching for a particular face. A firm grip on the champagne glass between his fingers. Admittedly, he hoped you’d show up. Unable to stomach the idea of getting through tonight without your sweet smiles or mildly tipsy laugh. Despite the unfortunate circumstances of your meetings he looked forward to them. Maybe you were running late.

In the meantime, the victor plastered a faux smirk on his lips. Dimples pressed into tanned cheeks as he feigned being interested in the ludicrous conversation before him. He could keep up the act, endure sticky unwanted Capital fingers as he had many times before. But his heart squeezed at the idea of your absence.

The extravagant festivities continued on.

A few twirls across the cramped dance floor, rounds of false flattery, and three glasses of champagne later Finnick finally lands his eyes on you mid-waltz. His heart lurches up into his throat, severing his voice mid-lie as you practically sparkle under the lights. You're adorned in dozens of water droplet-esque crystals. Variations of noir, silver, and even hints of icy blue fill the expanse of the silky midnight blue garment. You shine like the night sky above him. The victor swallows thickly, shoving down the rising warmth in his chest. The alcohol must be getting to him. Forcefully tearing his eyes from your form after a moment the Darling begrudgingly returns his focus to the heiress, finding himself defenseless in her manicured clutches and heavily intoxicated breath for another excruciating hour before finally managing to slip away for a much-deserved break.

You're distracted however, conversing with your client's stuffy business partners when the sudden ghost of a touch to your bicep from behind and a flash of bronze hair sweeps through your peripheral. Your gaze flickers to the familiar tall male as he moves past the garden gates into the shadows beyond. Politely, you claim to require the washroom and make your escape, handing off your half-full champagne glass to your client. They down the bubbly drink immediately, causing you to purse your lips, but you know you'll have a few more drinks later.

To be discreet, you don't follow the same path Finnick took, opting for a longer trip around the banquet tables. Snatching a few citrus tarts with a napkin on your way. Normally you refrained from the bottomless sweets but the pastries weren’t often an option and you knew the victor of District 4 liked them. Your heartbeat drums inside your ribcage as you sneak behind a set of peacekeepers in their crisp white uniforms and helmets and out the gates. The music of the lavish party fades to a muffled thrum as it recedes, your gaze flickers across the cobblestone path but no one’s there. Confusion forms a crease in your brows as you continue your steps.

Pausing in an alcove with a small fountain made of marble surrounded by green hedges, you start to wonder if you had mistaken who you saw. At least you were certain that the sweetheart of the Capital was in attendance to tonight’s revelry after passing fleeting glances back and forth the past hour. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth your brows sew up as you peer out the alcove one last time with a sigh. Maybe you really had imagined it.

That is until a strong arm wrap around your waist from behind and you just about drop the small parcel in your grasp while a hand covers your mouth to muffle your shriek of surprise.

Instinctively you throw your elbow back into the ribs of your assailant earning a pained “Oomph!” and immediately you’re released, whirling with a raised fist aimed to strike again you gasp only to be hit with that all too familiar almonds and honey scented cologne.

“Finnick Odair you prick!”

Annoyance laces your tone as that insufferable smirk defines the bronze-haired male’s dimples. An arm wraps around his middle to rub your point of painful contact.

“Geez, hello to you too~” The Darling all but purrs with a step closer.

Rolling your eyes your shoulders relax, “You’re lucky I didn’t mess up that pretty face of yours.” You quip, also taking a step forward. “I’m regretting getting you a treat I hope you know that.” Your own smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, gaze softening as you meet those sea-green irises. Mischief sparkles with a hint of something you can’t quite place.

“A treat?” Your fellow victor hums, quirking a brow with a slight tilt of his head. He looks almost as adorable as a puppy waiting for a biscuit. It’s an effort to smother the warmth licking up your chest making your ears burn red. “Yes, and I won’t make you do any tricks for it~,” you remark while handing over the napkin encasing the delectable contraband. Finnick chuckles at your comment while taking the small parcel and unwrapping it. Those sea-green eyes light up as the small tarts appear, his gaze flickering to yours as his coy smirk melds into a genuine smile.

“My favorite,”

Humming in agreement you tuck a few flyaway hairs behind your ear, sucking your bottom lip again in an amused smile at his elated expression. The tanned male gives his thanks while tasting the sweet and sour pastry, a deep but pleasured hum emitting from his throat. That fire in your chest spreads and you try to brush it off as the alcohol making you think he looks more handsome than usual tonight in his emerald suit. His bronze waves were tousled in a way that set your heart hammering again.

The emerald blazer he wore complimented the warmth on his skin, charcoal dress shirt beneath tight fitted, although undone almost to his navel, showed off his toned physique. His slacks matched the blazer in a similar lean-fit fashion with a pair of black dress shoes.

“I see your stylists decided to cover up this time? Can’t say I’m not jealous.” You sigh, trying to keep your eyes on his instead of the skin peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt. You’d seen him in less as his stylists very much enjoyed objectifying the poor man. Personally, you preferred when they chose the more “simplistic” route.

Finnick huffs another laugh, biting his tongue in order to not comment on the low-cut nature of your dazzling silk ensemble or the revealed plush of your thighs. Unbeknownst to the figure before him, the struggle to keep his focus on your eyes was deemed a challenge as well.

“You look divine ~”

Maybe it was liquid courage, maybe his heart had finally had enough and spoke up but the blaze burning your ears and cheeks was worth all the risk and then some. Your ears always flushed first when you were embarrassed or flustered. Finnick took immense pride in regularly being the cause of that response. You playfully shove his chest away, an embarrassed scoff sputtering from your lips painted a deep maroon.

“I look ridiculous, Odair,”

“Mm, no - I think you’re stunning~,” Your name drawls off his lips like sugar. Placing the remaining tarts on the cool rim of the fountain the space between you closes, sharing breath as the Darling’s thumb and forefinger gently graze your chin to tilt your head up to his. Finnick’s cheeks are rosy, champagne on his tongue and the corners of his eyes crinkling under a cheshire smirk. His other arm snakes around your waist to bring you against him.

“Finn…?”

Your eyes grow wide, and the fire in your chest roars into an uncontrollable blaze. He was mere inches away, one wrong move, and your lips would brush. His touch was warm. You wanted to melt and inhale that almonds and honey scent forever but you couldn’t. You tried to rationalize that your bronze-haired friend was tipsy and not grasping all of his senses but you knew how well the victor handled his drinks. Your brows sew up as you gaze into those sea-green eyes.

Friends - that’s all you were to each other… right ?

Right ?

Finnick knew he should pull away. Teetering over the edge of a very, very fine line that he didn’t know if he’d be allowed to return from if crossed. But your scent was intoxicating, your fingers were icy on his hot chest, a sensation he didn’t notice he relished in. Surely, you were able to feel his rapidly beating heart beneath his heated skin. He didn’t know what exactly he was doing or what exactly he wanted but he did know, the adoration he felt towards you was immeasurable and true. If he could die with your lips and touch engraved on his bones he’d give anything and lie in the dirt himself.

Hell, he’d dig his own grave in this very garden if you asked.

But… he couldn’t mess this up. As much as he wanted you his stomach churned at the possibility of rejection and destroying the one good thing he risked everything to have.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” The victor chuckled, his finger moving to flick your nose before pulling himself away from the embrace. You blinked rapidly and took a sharp inhale while he stepped back. It was an effort to try and steady his own breathing. Adjusting to lean against the fountain, Finnick shoved his hands deep in his pockets and averted his gaze to his shoes, hooking one ankle over the other.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch the male or kiss him.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” Crossing your arms over your chest loosely, you shift your weight to one foot. Shooting him a pointed yet playful glare. There’s a tension in the air, of words unspoken and missed chances. But that fire in your chest doesn’t diminish in the slightest. “So I’ve been told,” Finnick chirps, his brows bouncing and his smile softening.

A silence falls for a moment before you move to lean next to the male on the fountain. Your thighs become all but more exposed as silk slides against your skin. Finnick silently curses himself. He will not mess this up. If all he could do was love you from afar, he would do it. He couldn’t lose your companionship or those sweet smiles and witty remarks.

He had to preserve this.

To preserve you.

The shock of his realization was sobering, but the tight warmth in his core remained. Shifting his gaze from the cobblestones to the starry sky above, colorful lights and loud music still thrumming from the distant party. The stars sparkled more out by the sea, but select constellations were visible from here. The moon was full and glowing as if she’d brought her best show for the elite attendees across the garden.

“We should get back soon…they’ll start to notice your charisma is absent.” You sigh, trying to humor the situation. But as you lay your head on the Darling’s shoulder, he knows it’s the last thing you want to do. Tilting his head to rest on top of yours, his eyes flutter closed to inhale the evening air, your scent still mixed with his cologne and the greenery around the alcove.

“Not as much as the absence of your dancing,” A dry chuckle rumbles his chest, the vibrations moving through your cheek.

“I’m an awful dancer.” You shoot back. But it was a fact. No matter how many tries or attempts you ended up stepping on your clients’ toes more than once in an uncoordinated mess. It was almost a surprise you had clients at all sometimes. You wished you didn’t have any at all.

Finnick hums, picking up the forgotten tarts and offering one to you before biting into the last one. You oblige. The tart is tangy on your lips. A hum of enjoyment goes through you as the tarts are quickly finished.

Neither of you wishes to move. Really, you hope to run and never look back. But you can’t.

“I’ll see you in there,” Finnick murmurs, pressing a fleeting kiss to your temple before standing. He offers a dramatized bow before taking his leave, that insufferable smirk once more flashing his pointed, too-white teeth.

Your cheeks are blazing again, your face falling into your hands to regain composure.

You were falling deep down a rabbit hole you knew you couldn’t escape from, but you weren’t so sure you even wanted to anyway.

“Shit..”

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tearsfallingdownat-theparty · 2 years

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do not have anything funny to say about today’s email. idk something about the image of jonathan locked in that castle for so long that he’s basically numb to what’s happening to him. but still he has enough emotion to be horrified by the concept of another child dying by the count’s hands, he still gets up and tries frantically at the door he knows is locked, and when he can’t do anything he just sits down and cries. just gut wrenching.

#dracula daily #dracula liveblogging 2022 #jonathan harker #count dracula #we’ve finally gotten to how i thought the novel was going to be #poor jonathan #just smth about the image of him crying in despair #for him for that child #both of them are doomed #one just quicker than the other #the fact that he tried to do SOMETHING even tho he knew it was futile #my heart just hurts for him #no longer laughing and giggling twirling my hair etc #i’m fr worried for my pen pal #:(((

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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Can you do a Steve Harrington fluff where the reader is close with all the kids (I'm a sucker for Henderson!reader trope but that's up to you) and they're so sick of Steve's PDA that they decide to mess with him by not letting him until Steve loses it? Like he goes to hold her hand and Dustin asks her to hold his water bottle or he goes to kiss her and Max asks for a hug, etc I genuinely think Steve would contemplate killing them 😂 thank you in advance ❤️

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬.

— steve harrington x f!henderson!reader

warnings; none other than my writing is ass here so don’t mind that

a/n; this idea is honestly so cute and i feel like my writing here absolutely butchered it so i apologize for that LMAO but thank you for the request, and i hope you enjoy it!

word count; 1.7k

“i’m warning you both, harrington, henderson, you better be here on time. i’m not risking any of my break time, especially not for you.”

“yeah, yeah, i get it, buckley,” steve groaned, throwing his arm over his girlfriend’s shoulder. “c’mon, let’s go before she lectures our ears off.”

“and i’ll do that if you’re late, harrington! i swear to god! fifteen minutes, dingus, fifteen minutes!”

steve’s eyes rolled in their sockets and he nodded, waving her off as he guided his girlfriend out of the ice cream parlor and into the mall’s food court. she couldn’t suppress her laugh any longer, her smile peeking through the cracks of her lips. “wow, she’s fun, isn’t she?” she tittered as she snatched the scoops ahoy hat from off the top of his head, twirling it around on her forefinger. steve scoffed, “don’t even get me started.”

his arm slipped from around her shoulders, fingers running through his tresses, chest heaving when he sighed. “goddamn hat practically killed my hair,” he mumbled, desperately trying to tame the mangled mess atop his head. she giggled as she, too, reached for his hair, shaking her hand on his scalp, much to his displeasure. “you look cute, steve,” she chuckled, “stop worrying over it.”

“cute?” she couldn’t help but flash a cheeky grin— he was adorable.

“yes, cute. is there a problem?”

“yeah, the problem is, i’m not supposed to look cute, i’m supposed to be hot.”

she snickered behind her hand, “steve harrington, that is probably one of the strangest things i’ve ever heard you say. what does that even mean?” the corner of steve’s lips quirked when she playfully bumped her hip against his, the brief feeling of her warm skin against his when their arms brushed suddenly gave him the biggest urge to hold her hand. their eyes met when she turned, and for a moment, the mall seemed to melt away, and all they could bring themselves to think about was each other. their feet carried them away mindlessly, but it didn’t even matter where they ended up, as long as they were still with each other.

“so, who makes a move first?” she muttered, loud enough for only him to hear. he couldn’t suppress his chuckle, and he glanced down to her hand as it hung loose at her hip. “you sure you want me to hold that thing?” he joked. “i mean, that’s a huge responsibility and frankly, i’m not sure i’m qualified enough for something like this. i mean, i barely got the job i have now.”

“steve,” she giggled, shoving him away by the shoulder, and he laughed. “fine, fine, okay, i’m going in.”

his fingers twitched as his hand inched closer to hers, itching to be intertwined with her own. she was certain her heart was going to leap out of her chest when his pinky grazed over the back of her hand, and she turned her palm so that it’d face upwards, fingers outstretched and waiting for his. his hand neared, his fingers slithering up her wrist and sending shivers down the coil of her spine. he reached the palm of her hand, the tips of his fingers right where they needed—

“steve! oh my god, hey, there you are! mind holding this for me? oh, thanks man, you’re the best. take good care of that for me! i’m serious! because i’ll be coming back for it and if it’s not in your hands, i’ll kill you!”

they jumped at the abrupt interruption, and all at once, steve’s hand was taken away from hers, his brow wrinkling at the water bottle that had been pressed into his palm instead. her eyelids narrowed at the boy who had pushed himself between them, eyes boring into the familiar light brown curls on the back of her brother’s head, lucas following close behind. “dustin!” she called after him, but he was already gone, but not before he twisted around to give a small salute, and they both disappeared into a crowd of shoppers.

she glimpsed down to the bottle of water that dustin had passed into steve’s hand as he ran by, and he swirled the water around in the plastic, pressing his lips together into a firm, thin line. “i’ll kill that kid, i swear i’ll do it,” he grumbled beneath his breath. “count me in,” she chimed, clasping her hand around her opposite wrist, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip.

“but—“ steve began, passing the bottle of water into his other hand, once again outstretching his palm for her to take. “—i do have two hands, you know. little shit probably didn’t think that thr—“

“oh hey steve! didn’t see you there, but do you mind holding this for me? thanks, you’re the best!”

they watched as mike and will raced by, and when steve glimpsed down to his once free hand, he rolled his eyes and groaned at the hat and sunglasses mike seemingly gave him. although frustrated, she couldn’t help but snicker behind the back of her hand, “guess they all have it figured out, huh?”

“god, it’s like— it’s like one big group of cock-blockers,” he whined, perhaps a little too loud, hence the number of heads doing double takes his way. “maybe it’d be more accurate if you said hand-blockers?” she mused.

steve blinked, “that sounds dumb.”

“and cock-blockers doesn’t?”

he sighed and shook his head, gazing down to his watch, “less than ten minutes left, we better make these next few minutes worth it.” she followed him to an empty bench on the outskirts of the food court, her teeth toying with the flesh of her bottom lip, fighting back the urge to smile. “you know, i don’t see any more of your children around,” she murmured, scooting closer until their thighs were pressed together, her chin resting atop the curve of his shoulder. “surely, none of them would notice if i leaned in and—“ her lips grazed over his, and she could feel him shiver, his breath warm against her skin. he, too, leaned forward until his lips enveloped hers, and she could taste steve harrington on the tip of her tongue.

“steve! oh my god, dude, i totally forgot.”

both she and steve pressed their eyelids closed together, their lips breaking apart from one another before they gazed over at lucas standing there, waiting for them to respond. “dude, really?” steve whined, gesturing between them. “kind of busy right now.”

“but robin told me to come tell you that you need to come back from your break early!” lucas rushed before they could shoo him off, “yeah, she made it perfectly crystal clear that if you weren’t back to help her with these customers right this second, she’d tell dustin all about what happened between you and his sister on—“

“okay! okay! i get it, so just— shut your mouth,” steve sighed in defeat, rushing to his feet. she arched an eyebrow as steve pushed past lucas, and she gave the younger boy a look before following after steve. “you told robin about—“

“okay, let’s not make such a totally big deal out of this?” steve groaned, “i didn’t mean to tell her but i just… kind of needed… her opinion?”

she cocked an eyebrow, “her opinion? and what was it, if i may ask?”

“you know, maybe… maybe that’s not so important right now.”

she cracked a smile, “you’re adorable, steve harrington,” she purred into his ear as she clutched onto his bicep, rolling onto the tips of her toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “god, please don’t say that shit around dustin, please? i’ll never be able to live it down,” he pouted as they re-entered scoops ahoy, robin waiting up ahead at the counter expectantly. “you love it,” she giggled into his ear, placing his sailor hat back atop his head and spinning him around, straightening it up.

“wrap it up, lovebirds,” robin rolled her eyes, “we have orders stacking up and i can’t handle it all by myself.”

“yeah, yeah, i’ll be right there,” steve waved her off, turning back to his girlfriend to caress her cheek. the pad of his thumb soothed just underneath her eye, “i’ll pick you up after my shift, okay? we’ll go get some greasy takeout food, head back to my place, watch a movie. you know, all that typical romantic shit us teenagers do,” he murmured, swiping a loose strand of hair behind her ear. she chuckled and playfully kneed him on the thigh, “you mean teenager? you’re pushing twenty, steve.”

“not til’ next year!”

“god, you’re so old. i mean, you’re practically knocking on the front door of death at this point,” she teased, jabbing his ribs with her finger. “but tonight sounds like a plan. i’ll miss you,” she cooed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“you’re lucky i love you and just let you verbally abuse me like that,” he mumbled into her hair. “and i guess i’ll miss you too.”

“god, you guys are so gross, you’re going to see each other again in a few hours so wrap it up and get your ass over here and make some ice cream, harrington!” robin groaned, and steve glared her way. “i’m coming, god.”

they pulled away, their eyes unable to break contact, and it wasn’t long before they were leaning in, their lips inching closer, and closer until—

“oh my god!” she could hear her name being shrieked, and she turned as max and eleven bounded their way up to her. “i haven’t seen you in forever!” max chuckled, grabbing her hand and tugging her away from steve to instead be pulled into a group hug.

“i literally saw you two yesterday.”

she gazed over at steve from over eleven’s head as the two younger girls went on and on about something she could honestly say she wasn’t paying attention to, mouthing the words ‘i’m sorry’ his way.

“steve!” robin shouted from behind him, slapping his shoulder from behind the counter and giving him a look. she couldn’t suppress her laughter as he grumbled and disappeared to the back, eventually letting the girls drag her off to wherever they had planned to go next.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things headcanons #stranger things fluff #steve harrington x henderson reader #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #will byers #mike wheeler

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 years

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SEX, DRUGS, ETC- P.B PARKER

Pairing: Frat! Best Friend! Peter x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.6 k

Summary: drunken confessions lead to your best friend between your legs, and you weren't complaining. not one bit.

Warnings: SMUT, choking, praise kink. hair pulling, daddy kink, manhandling, booze (drunk sex), blowjob implied, drugs mentioned, masturbation mentioned, marking, swearing, frat!peter being cocky bc... cmon now

Notes: “out the dark, and into the light.. half love, half regret, just enough for polaroids and cigarettes”- sex, drugs, etc (beach weather)

“We shouldn't be doing this.” you slurred, leaning against the white plastered walls that seemed to tilt and move the more you leaned into them.

The door to Peter and your apartment was only a few steps away, yet it felt like you had traveled up Mount Everest and back from the way your cheeks were flushed, breathing heavily as you stumbled.

The booze from earlier that night was coursing through your veins, the thudding of the loud music from the frat house still seeming to shake the floors.

“You saying that is exactly why we should do this.” Peter snorted, crouching down to wrap your arm around his shoulder, stumbling with you to the door. His cap was slung backward across your head, his hoodie massive on your smaller frame, now coated with the smell of weed.

“I wanna fuck you. Wanna fuck you s’damn bad Petey it hurts. You- you even know how long I wanted to fuck ya?” you hiccuped, your last symbols turning into a country twang, making Peter burst out with laughter as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket, dropping them on the carpet below.

“Imma get them, you clumsy goose.” you poked his arm, the world spinning as you bent over, your face near meeting the floor below as Peter caught you before you could give it a greeting smooch.

“I’m the clumsy goose?” he snorted, watching as you struggled to grab them, near missing the keyhole as you stabbed the air.

You wouldn't be this way if it weren't for him. Yes, you would be drunk. It was a party for christ's sake, and what was a party without a little giggle juice?

But not this drunk.

Peter and his friends had teased you about being a lightweight for years now, and tonight you finally decided to take on the challenge to drink as much as them. They were 6’4 men, 250 pounds of pure muscle at least.

You- you were not 6′4.

Seeming to forget this, you somehow ended up dancing on the beer pong table, a random person's bra in your hand as you twirled around, falling on your ass. Peter had decided it was enough after that, dragging your ass here.

Here, as in, stumbling through your front door- near placing a hole in the wall as it swung open from your mighty push. A grand entrance, if you so please.

“You know what I bet?” he asked, managing to shut and lock the door behind you as you struggled to take off your shoe and socks. “Whatta bet Petey boy?” you giggled, the faint taste of vodka cranberries making you hiccup as you leaned against the wall.

“I bet I wanna fuck you more than you wanna fuck me. Bet ya I’ve wanted to fuck you for longer, too.”

You laughed, grabbing his leather jacket, pulling him in close enough to feel his warm breath on your cheeks. “I bet no. But we can’t fuck. It breaks like…every rule in the best friend handbook.” you insisted, head drooping forward to lean against his chest, the world growing blurry again.

“I ripped that handbook up months ago bunny.” he stated, making your eyes widen.

As if there was a physical handbook, one the two of you had invented.

“You ripped it?!” you gasped, fighting a moan from escaping your lips as his hand came up and snaked around your neck, yanking it back for you to look back up at his eyes. “Yup. Ripped it all up. So now, we don't have to follow it. We follow my rules.” he droned, smirking as he noticed your breath coming in shallow pants, skin becoming hotter to the touch.

You wanted to kiss him. More than anything you wanted to kiss him.

With the booze, or without. The booze was just courage, a fire running through your body, hot enough to burn. You blamed the booze deep down for what you were about to do, what game you were about to play, but you knew deep down it wasn't the shots that had you leaning in closer to him.

“Yeah? And what are those rules?” you teased, leaning up on your tiptoes to whisper against his lips, watching as his pupils widened as you neared. “Hmm?” you drawled, knowing you had the upper hand.

Until you didn't.

The air was stolen- robbed from your lips as he smashed his to yours, all teeth and tongue as he pressed you by your neck against the wall.

Choking you.

You moaned, more turned on than you thought was possible as his other hand slipped down to wrap around your thigh, hiking it up around his waist as he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, near hard enough to draw blood.

“Mghm god Peter-” you moaned, exposing your neck, baring yourself to him as he made his way down your jaw, peppering little bits and marks across the bare skin.

“Not so cocky now hmm bunny are ya? Don't worry, I know excatlyyy what you like.”

You could only whine at his words, the dirty talk making you wet enough to drip down your thighs. “You know what I noticed? That every time you bring one of those trashy boys over, it's only him making noise. Never you. Whys that bunny?”

“Doesn't feel good enough.” you admitted, sighing in delight as allowed the need to take over you, every thought in your brain as you rocked your hips against him slowly.

“Awh poor bunny. Just need someone to make ya cum, isn't that right? Someone who can take care of you properly, just like you deserve. I know you like it rough.” he grinned, tugging on your hair hard enough to make you whimper. “Y-yes daddy please.”

Oh. So that slipped out.

The words were out before you could catch them, exposed to the man towering over you. He just smiled, an eyebrow cocked as he took you in. “And she has a daddy kink? How’d I get this lucky sweetheart?” he teased, making you gasp as he picked you up fully, stumbling over to your bedroom in the dim light you had left on before the party, knowing something would happen.

Surely not this. This, now this was only in your wildest dreams.

You fought the urge to pinch yourself as Peter set you down on the bed gently, as if he weren't just manhandling you two seconds prior. “Off. Now, daddy- off.” you growled, tugging at his shirt, your eagerness making him laugh as he slid it over his head, throwing it to the floor.

“Your turn bunny. Or do you need daddy to do everything for you?” he cooed, grabbing your ankles to tug you closer to him, pulling off your pants in one smooth, fluid motion. “Everything for me. You gotta d-do everythinggg.” you hiccuped, smiling as he ripped off the rest of your clothes, the cool air helping soothe the ache in your core.

“Needy, needy baby.” he teased, grabbing your hips firmly and flipping you over, your soaking cunt fully exposed to him. “I’m always needy for you, always touching myself to the thought of you-”

Your words were cut off with a growl, his hand pressing your head family down into the sheets to muffle your sounds. “You keep talkin like that I’ll fuck you so hard you can't walk bunny. But you want that, don't you?”

You attempted to nod in the ruffled sheets to the best of your ability, at a loss for words as he laughed at your struggle. “You’re too cute bunny.” was the only warning you received before he entered you in one smooth stroke, filling you to the brim as you stretched around him.

“FUCK PETER-” you screamed, the feelings of pleasure overwhelming your senses as he brushed your g-spot, the fullness making your bones turn to mush as he rocked into you. “God fuck you feel so god damn good bun-” he moaned, hips snapping roughly as he picked up a pace hard enough to send stars soaring across your vision.

It was your own form of high, the way he was fucking you. So deep and rough, you thought you'd simply combust at any second. He was truly fucking you.

It was nothing like you had experienced, from another man or woman. It was possessive, and dominant. Primal.

“Good girl bunny. Such a good girl.” he groaned, the way your soft walls clenched around him at the praise making him stutter his pace. “Mghwannafuck-” you moaned into the silk, unable to contain it anymore.

Your release licked down your spine, curling in your stomach like the booze had, making you warm and fuzzy as you came around his cock with a scream.

“Y/N I’m gonna- Jesus I can't-” he babbled, head going fuzzy at the sight of your cram coating the base of his cock.

“Let go daddy I’mma lick the cum off your cock.” you giggled, toes curling as he moaned from your words, drunken gaze watching your cured fists tightly ball the sheets. As if you were desperately trying to hold on to something- anything from spiralling down, down, down.

The mixture of alcohol and sex was strong in your nostrils as you breathed in the sheets, whimpering as his pace faltered. Peter came in you with a cry, the warm, stickiness of his cream stuffing you to the brim. “Oh bunny you were so amazing, my beautiful angel, so so good for me.” he praised, cooing down at your limp body as you groaned, legs weak as you tried to stop the shaky feeling. “P-peter?”

“Yes bunny?”

You clutched the sheets tighter, feeling the booze rush to your head.

“I think m’gonna puke now/”

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dreamcatcherrs · 3 years

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what makes them blush; mcyt x reader

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dream:

it's pretty hard to make him blush - even if you were the biggest flirt, you wouldn't be able to make him blush

he blushes the easiest by losing in a game or thinking about you in a *cough* not so family-friendly way

george:

george blushes easily, I think we'd all be able to guess that

small touches or gestures are the things that make him blush the most, though

like giving him food during a stream because he forgot to eat

sapnap:

sapnap blushes easily depending on how far into the relationship you are

the first month he blushes at literally everything - after 6 it's not so bad anymore

he blushes easily at physical touch when you're the one initiating it

badboyhalo:

bad isn't the one who is easiest to get to blush, despite what you'd think

when you get really flirty and touchy with him, though, he gets very blushy

he might flirt easily with you when it's as a joke, but when it gets serious, he's all blush and stutters

technoblade:

he's a pretty easy blusher, he's just very very good at hiding it from you

but trust me, when you run your fingers along his arm or twirl them around in his hair, he is burning up from the inside

good luck getting him to admit he's ever blushed before, though

wilbur soot:

like dream, I don't think it's easy to make wilbur blush just by flirting or using your words, but rather whenever he does something himself that reminds him of how in deep he is with you

getting caught up in just looking at you, for so long that he loses focus on the rest of the world makes him blush hard

jschlatt:

schlatt would seem like the hardest one to get to blush, but he actually isn't

it's pretty simple - he pushes love and affection away, but when it's impossible to avoid, he has no other choice

tell this man that you love him and throw all of your love and affection in his face, he'll be blushing in no time

corpse husband:

it can be easy to make him blush, surprisingly

compliments and praises - like saying how hard-working he is, or complimenting his appearance - is something that can make him very flustered

he knows that no matter how many times he denies it, you'll keep telling him that, and he'll continue to blush every time

karl jacobs:

we all know it's easy to make this man blush, especially when it's you

it's kinda hard to explain, but whenever he gets the feeling and realisation of how much he loves you - that's what makes him blush

like seeing you in his hoodie or doing something that he finds adorable will get him excited and blushy in no time

skeppy:

it is a piece of cake to get him to blush

all you have to do is literally just love him, and he'll be blushing💀

and he literally hates it because everyone teases him for it - even you

fundy:

getting fundy to blush literally just depends on his mood

he could wake up feeling super confident and just tease the shit out of you the whole day

or he could just be sitting there and just looking at you would make him blush

quackity:

alex is another pretty easy target, but he puts up a good fight

because most of the time he'd be the one trying to make you blush, definitely by using his jokes!

but when you're being very straight-forward with what you want and putting how much you love him into words, his face is RED

punz:

almost impossible, only because he is so cocky and confident that he can make you flustered just by existing and I mean is he wrong

I can't really see what would make him blush? only that he'd be taken aback if you didn't blush at all by all of his teasing, but that's all, really

awesamdude:

it's a back and forth kinda thing - one day he's making you blush, the next you're making him blush, etc.

he can get a little shy around you sometimes, and that's when you should try to make your move

flirt with him, touch him, call him sweet names - he will be a blushing mess

slimecicle:

it's hard to get him to blush - you have to try really hard if you want to succeed, is all I can say

he's usually the one making others blush, not the other way around

but, if you wanna give it a try, he is an easy target when in the middle of deep conversations past midnight - hit him with that poetry-type shit and there's a chance he might blush

eret:

the day you catch eret blushing is… well, never

it's damn near impossible to get him to blush

with that flirting demeanour he has and that deep ass voice? honey, he knows there's no chance you'll even try to make him blush

and if you did, he'd just laugh it off and tease you back for trying to get him to blush, but failing

foolish:

you can never tell when this man is blushing, cause he literally always covers it up with giggles

he laughs whenever he feels flustered and that's usually enough to cover it up, so it's great for his advantage

what gets him is receiving a lot of praise and being spoiled a lot with gifts

jack manifold:

he doesn't blush from a lot of things, but there is one easy thing you can do to get him to blush

and that is simply just flirting with him

he'll start feeling more and more flustered the longer you keep it going, and it's something he's gonna hate being teased for later

tommy:

BIG MAN NEVER BLUSHES

nah, jk, it's easy to make him blush - that is if you're a very blunt person and can go to extreme lengths to tease him

then you'll have him flustered and speechless in no time, as crazy as that sounds

tubbo:

it's pretty easy to make tubbo blush despite the amount of times we've seen him flirt with ranboo👀

and that's because he's pretty shy with the whole "being in a relationship" thing, though don't get me wrong, he'd still flirt with you

doing kind, crafty things for him, like making a flower crown for him, specifically with a flower he said he liked once - that makes him blush

ranboo:

ranboo can have his moments where it's easy for him to blush, but he's pretty good at talking/teasing back with you, so it's not super common

he blushes easily at any form of physical contact, especially when in a new relationship or only in the "crush" stages

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Camilo’s Transformation

Part II here

Isabela didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

One minute Camilo was all sweet as shortcake, helping out and being nice to everyone, taking care of Dolores when she was sick, hanging out with Mirabel, etc. Stuff like that was normal for him, and for her too. Isabela was used to Camilo being a nice person! And yet something in him changed today that for some reason, made him act like...this.

It started last Monday afternoon, Isabela noticed, as usual, that her makeup was stolen, and that was just the tip of the iceberg. It was only when she went to Camilo’s bedroom door did she notice that the doorknob was missing. So she did what any rational young woman would do. She grew a cactus and used it to destroy Camilo’s door. But unlike usual, Camilo didn’t care. He was too busy dabbing at makeup in the mirror, making sure he perfectly got the emo look down pat. Not to mention his hairstyle. For some reason he was trying to cover one eye with his hair, almost as if he was trying to create bangs but failing miserably. Isabela didn’t understand what this was about, but as Camilo was a teenager, she let him be.

But his hair and makeup weren’t the only things that changed. His attitude did too. Isa didn’t understand why he was so snippy.

“Camilo!” Mirabel ran up to Camilo from behind, the boy not even looking her way. “Surprise Sneak Attack!” she yelled, before pouncing on him and wrapping her arms wildly around his neck in a suffocating embrace, twirling around midair as she laughed and giggled, forcing him to twirl around as well. When she finally lowered herself to the ground, she hugged Camilo normally and kissed his cheek. “Hey Cami, how are you doing?”

But Camilo’s reaction surprised her. Looking at Mirabel with disgust, he snorted. “Leave me alone, Mirabel, I don’t even have any business talking to you.”

Mirabel froze and blinked, before her shocked expression wormed its way into a grin and she began laughing at this. “Oh Camilo, you’re such a funnyman! Jajajaja!” She punched him in the shoulder and didn’t notice him staggering back. Isabela had to force herself not to laugh. “No but seriously you wanna go to the park after breakfast, we can play football or fly a kite or entertain the little kids and their play, I hear they’re doing Blancanieves, what do you say--”

“NO, Mirabel, just get away from me!” Camilo grunted, resisting the urge to snicker at how funny this all was, as Mirabel’s expression saddened for real. He wanted to comfort her, but he was also having too much fun seeing how long this bad boy charade would last. “I don’t have time for you and your stupid childish adventures. I have more mature things to concern myself with.”

“Oh yeah?” Mirabel hiccupped, her eyes pooling with tears as she resisted the urge to sob. “L-like...like what?”

“Like pondering the meaning of life,” Camilo came up with. “Or why I was placed on this miniscule blue dot known as a planet on this vast black atmosphere. Or y’know, flirting with the hot fellas and ladies in the town.”

“I thought you didn’t like flirting...” Mirabel said, but Camilo held up a hand to silence her.

“Ugh, whatever, see, I knew you wouldn’t understand.” Camilo tossed his hair back in a pathetic attempt to flip it back, but unfortunately for him that didn’t work, so he just shook his head violently. “Anyway, see you around, or not.”

“Wait, but Camilo--”

“And don’t call me Camilo.” Mirabel just stared at him, wide-eyed and stunned.

“B-but--”

“My name--” Camilo glared at her darkly with the one non-obscured eye. “--is Carlos now. So get it right, Mariposa.”

“...I’m not calling you that.”

“Like I need your approval anyway.” Camilo turned his back to Mirabel and crossed his arms. “Just get out of my sight already, Maribel, I’m sick of looking at your face.”

That’s when Mirabel full-on started crying, unable to hold the tears back any longer. “My name...is MIRABEL!” was her last exclamation before running off to go grab some tissues.

Isabela sighed, ready to go comfort Mirabel before she saw Camilo crouch over laughing hysterically like a hyena.

“JAJAJJAJA she totally fell for it!”

And she realized...

Today was going to be a very LOOOOONG day. She was sure of it.

@ribbonspice

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animeomegas · 4 years

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Omega!Naruto getting married

Anon: Omg omg bro I just saw the amazing and wonderful art of naruto in a white dress and it just got me thinking. Could you do naruto and his alpha getting married pllleeeaaassssee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺I also wanna show you the picture soo badd he's so beautifullllllll

(Omg tag me in this 🥺I want to see!!! Naruto is so so beautiful you’re absolutely right and I love him and this was so far down my writing list but I just really wanted to write it anyway. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3)

I wrote for a Western wedding because I have no idea how Japanese weddings work (although I’m taking a degree in Japanese rip)

Warnings: Alcohol mention.

This boy will never admit it, but he always dreamt of getting married when he was a child.

When he was really young, he asked the Sandaime why people get married and the Hokage told him that marriage is what two people did when they loved each other more than anyone else.

Naruto always wanted someone to love him and so he clung to this in a similar (but less extreme) way, to how he clung to his dream of becoming Hokage.

He always imagined his future self as the most badass ninja/Hokage with a beautiful mate/spouse and some little prankster pups who would love him and who he would love unconditionally in return.

And so when his alpha finally proposes to him.

This man goes a bit crazy.

As soon as the shock wears off, you suddenly get bombarded with him shouting about a thousand different things he wants at the wedding, and what food there should be, and “Do you think they sell orange wedding cakes?”.

He wants an insanely big and extravagant wedding.

It’s probably best to just humour him.

Proposal:

You were already mated to Naruto when you proposed.

Naruto lowkey believes in soulmates and when you had been courting for about a year he knew you were his.

His very next heat came around, and boom, you were mated.

You proposed about a year and a half after that, spurred on by Naruto’s less than subtle hints about it.

Naruto loved being around his friends and he also loved positive attention, so the idea for your proposal came naturally.

You threw a get together for him and his closest friends. Good food, plenty of drinks and board games.

Naruto was laughing and smiling all night. He teamed up with you for the games, sitting on your lap the entire time.

He used this vantage point to demand congratulatory and commiserative kisses everytime something happened in the game. You could feel him smiling into the kiss each time.

The plan was working perfectly so far.

As the evening began to wind down, you stood up, immediately garnering the attention of everyone in the room.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as all the eyes in the room settled on you. Sakura gave you a thumbs up behind Naruto’s shoulder.

‘You got this!’ She mouthed, eyes twinkling with excitement. With her encouragement in mind, you took one final deep breath before beginning.

“Sorry to interrupt you all, but there’s one more thing I have to do before everyone goes home.” You started, successfully avoiding any unfortunate stutters or out of control nervous scents.

Naruto furrowed his brows at you, confused. You only smiled, silently telling him to wait.

“I have an... announcement of sorts to make.”

“Then get on with it.” Drawled Shikamaru, smirking at you from the corner. You glared at him for teasing you, but he was too busy dodging a ‘shut up’ punch from Sakura to notice.

“As you all know, I’ve had the honour of being mated for Naruto for almost two years now,” You focused your gaze onto your mate, watching him perk up at the mention of his name. “and I have been madly in love for every minute of it.” You paused thoughtfully. “Even the minute when he drank out of date milk and threw up all over my bed.”

Naruto went red as his friends giggled at him. He let out an embarrassed whine as you joined in the laughter.

“You didn’t have to tell them that!” He groaned, voice muffled from the cushion he had temporarily buried his face in.

“What I’m trying to say, is that when I met Naruto my life changed forever, for the better. I can no longer fathom a life where I could live without him.”

You turned to address Naruto directly. He was watching you closely. Maybe he was starting to guess where this was going.

“When I wake up next to you, when we invent terrible ramen flavours together, when I bandage you after training because you tried to show off and hurt yourself,” You laughed breathily. “Those are the moments when I am the happiest. The common denominator is you, Naruto, my beloved mate.”

No one else in the room mattered now apart from you and Naruto. You took one final breath to steel yourself, before dropping on one knee. Naruto gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth.

“Which is why I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.” You pulled the ring box out of your pocket, opening it to reveal a simple golden band.

“Will you marry me, Naruto?”

Naruto nodded furiously, his bottom lip wobbling as his eyes filled up with tears.

“YES! YES! YES! A thousand times yes!!”

Naruto threw himself into your arms as his friends applauded and whooped in the background. You caught him with a happy laugh, leaning to kiss him. Naruto reciprocated enthusiastically, earning a few wolf whistles from his friends.

Naruto’s scent was that of pure sugar and you revelled in it, certain that your own was the same. Eventually you pulled away from the kiss, wiping a tear from Naruto’s eye, cradling his face gently in your hands.

“A toast,” Chouji’s voice called out, interrupting your thoughts. “To the newly engaged couple!”

All your friends cheered, raising their glasses in a toast to your engagement.

“May their love last forever!”

You laughed gleefully. Forever indeed.

Planning:

Naruto has a lot of ideas and a lot of passion, but not so much in the planning skills department.

I hate to say it, but Naruto is a little bit of a Bridezilla type. A cute one though, so that’s better?

He really really wants a lot of random specific stuff that he dreamt about as a child, but he’s not good at organising it so you get a lot of:

“Alphaaaaa, can you book [insert incredibly specific wedding thing]?”

“Alpha, alpha, alpha, can you find a [insert incredibly specific wedding thing] for me, please???”

Here is a list of some, not all, of the things Naruto wants for his wedding. Bolded are ‘no compromises allowed’.

A traditional, white wedding dress (He knows he can wear whatever he wants, but his life has only ever been atypical and he just really wants a traditional white male omega wedding dress.)

An orange wedding cake (Naruto wants an orange wedding cake, but he can be persuaded to settle for orange detailing instead of the solid orange monstrosity he originally wants.)

A ramen course ( he wants one of the courses to be ramen of course! The idea of a really expensive, fancy ramen course just makes him melt with excitement. Nobody is surprised when they see ramen on the menu.)

A big wedding (He will invite the whole village if you allow him to. Ultimately though, as long as there’s room for every friend he’s ever had, he’s happy.)

Double barrelling your surnames (He really wants to take your name. Now that you’re married and mated, you’re a team for life and he wants that reflected in your names, but he also spent most of his life without family, and his name is one of the only connections he has to his mother. As such, he would never be able to lose it completely.)

A stag do/bachelor party (He just thinks it would be fun to get together with his other omega friends. He wants to hang out with his friends and wedding party for a night without anyone being away on missions for once.)

A honeymoon in Konoha (Naruto doesn’t want to travel for his honeymoon. Konoha is his home and his favourite place to be, so he wants to be there. If you desperately want to travel, you could probably organise a half-and-half style honeymoon. Half in Konoha, half wherever you want.)

Two empty chairs for his parents during the service (He has lost so many people, he could never leave empty chairs for them all. He keeps everyone he’s lost in his mind on his wedding day, but his parents are the ones he misses the most on his special day. When he looks at the empty chairs, he likes to think that they would be proud watching him get married.

The Wedding:

Naruto is fully bouncing off the walls.

He’s so excited. And nervous. But excited.

He gets ready and when he gazes at himself in the mirror, he feels amazing. As a child, he always thought he would cover his whiskers with make up, thinking they were on of the reasons people treated him differently. But now, as he stares at his reflection, he wears his whisker marks proudly.

Everyone pitched in to make the wedding perfect. Ino with the flowers, Chouji with the food, etc.

The wedding was kind of a bizarre mix. Some parts were strictly traditional and other parts were... orange.

Naruto had plenty of fireworks set up to go off in the evening, and this ended up being one of his favourite parts of the day.

Naruto asked Iruka to walk him down the aisle about a month befpre the wedding. Iruka 100% cried when that happened. And then Naruto cried because Iruka was crying, it was an adorable mess.

You got married outside. The sun was so bright, and the weather was warm but with a slight breeze.

Naruto and Iruka wait just out of everyone’s view. When they send the signal, everybody stands.

You watched in awe as your mate turned the corner, grasping tightly at Iruka sensei’s arm.

He was stunning.

The sunlight reflected off his blond hair like light off of water, his white dress adding to the blinding effect. Naruto had refused to tell you what he would be wearing today, but this was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.

As he reached the end of the aisle, your mate gave up on being graceful, running the last few steps and throwing himself into your embrace. You caught him easily, twirling him around. Laughter rang through the hall.

“You look stunning.” You whispered in his ear, gently stroking up and down his arms.

“So do you.” He grinned in return.

The ceremony flew by. You had tried your hardest to listen, but you couldn’t stop staring at your mate instead. His eyes were always one of your favourite of his physical features, but they had looked especially magical today.

Before you knew it, it was time for your first dance.

You hadn’t planned anything and you certainly didn’t take any lessons, so it was just you and him, in each others’ arms, swaying together to the music.

Naruto felt warm in your arms as you swayed. You took a moment to nuzzle your face into his scent glands, pressing a firm kiss to his mating mark while you were there. Naruto hummed in delight, holding onto you even tighter.

“My omega. My mate. My husband.” You breathed into his ear, knowing how much he loved his new title.

Naruto shivered and purred in response. “I love the sound of that, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You laughed, using the distraction to twirl him. Naruto completed his twirl before trying to twirl you as well.

Other couples soon began to join you on the dance floor, but you and Naruto only had eyes for each other.

“I love you, more than anything else in this world Naruto, never forget that.”

“I love you, too. Forever, I promise.”

“Do you love me more than ramen?”

“What? Can’t you just be happy with second place?”

“Narutoooo.”

“Fine... Joint first.”

“I hate you.”

Naruto barked out a laugh at the look on your face.

“No, you don’t.”

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anxious-allie-ren · 3 years

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The Rumors.

Coming at you with the next chapter! This one was fun! I really laid some good ground work here and planted some hints for future important plot points. So, see if you can find them! I hope you enjoy!

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The next banquet was once again held at the King and Queen's summer estate. But rather than showing up in the evening for a night of dancing and conversation, guests came instead to share a meal and a few waltzes.

All that were in attendance had just enjoyed a delicious three-course meal. A light vegetable soup served with a side of bread, followed by roasted pheasant with glazed potato, and finished off with a delicious iced pudding. You had starved yourself all day for the meal, expecting nothing but a grand spread. It's safe to say you were not disappointed. Your father on the other hand, he was a different story. He had nothing nice to say about the meal, stating that his pheasant was dry and the pudding was too sweet. You were able to conjure up an excuse to get away from him, walking away from your table and into the crowd. You needed to breathe.

You're watching the couples dance around the floor as you feel someone come up to your side.

"Did you enjoy your meal, my lady?"

You turn to see Poe standing next to you, looking as dashing as ever. He's dressed in his usual tuxedo, curly brown hair tamed in a perfect mop on his head. You smile up at him and nod.

"Yes I did. How about you, Lord Poe?"

"Just Poe, remember? I did enjoy it, but I have to say, I wish the pudding had been sweeter."

His response makes you giggle, looking down at your hands. He was so drastically different from your father. Of course they would even differ on something as simple as the dessert.

"Of course, Poe."

Poe turns to look at you. He holds out his hand for you just as the previous dance ends.

"Would you like to dance with me, miss Y/N?"

You nod quickly and place your gloved hand in his, allowing him to lead you out onto the dance floor.

You are swept up in him as you waltz about the room. You could feel that spark from your stroll in the park. Only now, it was beginning to burn brighter, being fanned by the closeness of your bodies. The way he was looking down at you had your cheeks burning red. Poe smiled and held your hand just a bit tighter.

"I very much enjoy the time we've spent together, miss Y/N."

His words take you by surprise. Of course you enjoyed his company. But you were not expecting the feeling to be mutual. You look up in his eyes, a bright smile spread across your face.

"I have as well, Poe. But please just call me Y/N."

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Those in the crowd watch the two of you as you dance. The spark could be felt by everyone in attendance. It seemed that the young woman who gained praise from the King had found her love match. Any one with eyes could clearly see the connection between the two of you.

That of course meant that both your father and Lord Hux could see this as well. The men were standing off to the side watching.

"I knew she would fall for a younger man. We should have just arranged the marriage and been done with it. You promised me this would be no problem."

"Lord Hux, I can assure you this will simply be a little obstacle in our plans. MY daughter will be your bride by the end of the season."

Lord Hux looks at your father, his brows furrowed in anger. He slicks back his ginger hair with his hand and sighs.

"You're right, your grace. Because I'll be taking matters into my own hands."

With that, Lord Hux makes his way through the crowd and onto the dance floor.

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You are broken from your moment with Poe as Lord Hux comes up to the both of you, your father following closely behind.

Poe turns to face him, dropping your hands from him.

"Good evening, Lord Hux. How can I help you?"

Lord Hux scowls at Poe and turns his direction to you.

"I've come to ask my lady to dance with me, if that's alright with you."

You couldn't believe the brazen actions of Lord Hux. It is more shocking that your father was going along with this. He had been so demanding that you behave, but certainly this little stunt would not look good to the ton.

You swallow the lump in your throat. The last thing you wanted to do was dance with him. He had made his intentions very clear in your last interaction. You didn't want to do anything more to give him the wrong idea. Lord Hux stood no chance with you. Poe looked down at you, sensing your hesitancy. He was about to answer when your father stepped in.

"Of course, Lord Hux. Y/N would love to dance with you! It would be her honor."

Your father punctuates those last words with a hard look at you. It was clear you had no choice in the matter. It was either behave now and come out of this with your dignity intact, or walk away and lose the good graces of the King and the ton.

You stay silent as you take Lord Hux's hand and begin to dance with him. Your face is as still as the statues that decorate the elaborate ballroom. You wanted to make it clear to all that may be watching, along with your dance partner, that you were not enjoying this.

Lord Hux drones on about his vast estates, wealth, etc. but you can't bring it in you to listen. None of this information mattered to you. As he continues going on about some group of men he's assembling, you catch the eyes of the raven haired man from across the room.

He's standing amongst the crowd, dressed in a fine tuxedo. You couldn't even take in his attire. All you could focus on was his gaze, which was fixed right on you. The both of you couldn't keep your eyes off each other. Even as Lord Hux twirled you around the floor, your eyes still managed to find him. As the song ended, you nodded to Lord Hux and turned towards the direction of the man, but found that he was gone.

You made your way back into the crowd. You were hoping to find Poe or even the mystery man. You stopped at the refreshments table to get a glass of champagne. As you turned, you spotted the man again. He was talking with a few other men, but the second he felt your stare he looked up at you and met your eyes. You were tempted to make your way over towards him but stopped as two other debutantes joined you at the table. Both girls were beautiful. The one closest to the table had short auburn hair with deep brown eyes. She was wearing an emerald green dress accented by silver beads. The woman next to her had hair that was a bit longer than the other's, but it was a lovely chocolate color. Her eyes were blue, just like the dress she had on.

"Lizzie, honestly. No King is going to be joining the ton this year." The woman in the blue dress states as she grabs a glass of champagne for herself.

"No I'm serious, he's here! Look, he's right there!" Who you now know as Lizzie says and points wildly across the room. You follow her finger and find she is spotted at the mysterious man you've been exchanging glances with. You had to be mistaken. Maybe she was pointing at one of the other men in the group.

You look back to the pair and step closer to them.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to intrude on your conversation. But I couldn't help but overhear you say a King is in attendance?"

The women both turn their attention to you and prepare to make an introduction. The woman in the emerald dress speaks up first.

"Yeah, sorry! My name is Elizabeth, but you can just call me Lizzie. This is Julia."

"Lizzie here thinks that a King from another country has joined the ton this season. I think she's delusional."

You laugh at Julia's comment and introduce yourself.

"Julia, I'm not kidding! My mother told me all about it after the last ball. He was seen talking to

Charlotte. I guess the interaction didn't go so well."

You decide to join in, hoping to get more information.

"Which one did you say is the King?"

Lizzie once again points in the direction of the raven haired man, who is still in conversation.

"That man there, the dark haired one. My mother says he's king of Chandrila. A really broody one."

Julia pipes in, staring at the man along with you both.

"Well, he is handsome. Tall and broad. How do you know he's broody, Lizzie?"

"Oh, he's drop dead gorgeous for sure! But my mother knows some of the lads that served in his army. Said he was brutal."

You let those words sink in for a second before you speak up.

"Well shouldn't you be brutal in battle? I mean especially if you're commanding an army."

"Oh yeah of course. But this wasn't just on the battle grounds. This was to his servants and townspeople as well. Said he would have a big outburst and break things, scream at people, all of that. Seems like a case of another horrid man blessed with good looks. Feel real bad for the one who ends up with him."

You and Julia nod along to her remarks. The two women go on gossiping about others in the ton. You pretend to follow along. But you continue to go over Lizzie's words in your head. Has a king from some other country really come and joined your ton? If so, what was the reasoning? Was he really some dangerous man? It sounded as though he was. It seemed as though you had caught his attention as well.

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Kylo's POV

Arriving late was not something Kylo was fond of. He hated doing so. But being so far from home meant letters and packages took a bit longer to arrive to him. This resulted in his duties not getting done in the timely manner he was used to. All of this made him late to the banquet. He knew this would come to bite him in the ass.

Kylo had full intentions of going, introducing himself to you, and asking you to dance tonight. But with how late he arrived he wasn't even sure a dance would still be open for him. Or if you'd even still be here.

Kylo scanned the crowd, hoping to spot you amongst all the women in frivolous dresses. With no luck, he turned his attention to the dance floor. There, he spotted you with the ginger haired man from the ball. It was easy to see your distaste for him. It was written all over his face. It took everything in him to stay in place and not remove you from the man's arms. No true gentleman should make a lady that uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to move on and find a drink, you looked up. Kylo felt as if his heart had leapt into his throat and then dropped to his toes. Your gaze was enough to hold him in place. Each spin, twirl, or dip he stayed right there to meet your eyes again. Each time he got that same feeling. He couldn't put a name to it, but he knew for certain he'd never felt anything like it before. He needed to get out of there. The feeling was beginning to get overwhelming. Kylo quickly made his way towards the drink table, grabbing a glass and walking off to a quieter part of the room.

Though of course it didn't stay that way for long. Just as he was catching his breath, two gentlemen came up to him and began conversation. He didn't want to seem rude, but fuck could a man get a moment of peace?

He listens to the men talk about their respective territories and such, including his input every now and then. Suddenly, he felt as though someone was watching him. He looked up to find you staring at him from the refreshments table he had just been at. It felt as though he was just missing you. You turned your attention to the two women who had joined you. Kylo looked down at his glass, half listening to the men in front of him. He was determined to meet you by the end of the night.

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Many had left already. A few couples stood around chatting while their chaperones watched. Kylo continued to scan the room, hoping he hadn't missed you.

He walks out into the main hall near the doors to the estate. There, he spots you standing off to the side while an older man, whom he assumes is your father, talks with the ginger haired man he'd seen you dancing with earlier. He stands and admires you for a moment. You quietly gaze at the chandeliers and art work that graces the walls, content with just being there.

Kylo walks up to you silently hoping not to scare you from your trance. He comes to stand a few feet from you. Now that he is up close, he can really take in your beauty.

He had very limited experience with women, but he understood beauty. He thinks back to the deer in the forest from when he was a child. It was so naturally beautiful standing in the tall grass. It's antler's seemingly reaching the sky, showing off the deer's strength. He remembers how beautiful he found the animal, how intrigued he was by it. Even up until the end, he wanted to protect it. As he looked upon you, he was reminded of that deer. Beautiful, strong, and something he wanted to protect.

You finally felt his gaze and turned to look at him. Your eyes widened in surprise. Kylo thought for certain he saw fear flash before your eyes before you quickly hid it behind a polite smile. He quickly snaps out of his thoughts. Kylo clears his throat and tries to provide a smile back.

"Hello miss, I wanted to finally introduce myself. I am Kylo Ren, King of Chandrila."

You stand there staring at him for a moment. He's scared he's upset you in some way. Or even scared you off with his title.

"Hello, your majesty. It is an honor to meet you. I am Miss Y/F/N, the daughter to the Duke of Selonia."

Kylo can't help the small smile that begins to form as he hears your name leave your lips. He knows instantly that it will be a name that plays on loop in his mind for days to come.

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There we have it! They've finally met. About damn time am I right? Any guesses on what's coming next?

Also wanted to add that I will be going on vacation for two week starting Saturday. So I will do my best to update in-between then. But I can't guarantee anything.

Love,

Allie

#kylo x reader #kylo #kyloren #star wars #kylorenthings #star wars fandom #fanfic #write #kylo ren x you #kylorencosplay #resistance #kylo ren #regency era #regency #bridgerton #historical

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peach-the-owl · 3 years

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Exu crew and an artificer kid? The crew enters the kids home town and they don't seem that happy about it but doesn't say anything, everyone goes different ways to shop/explore/etc and while everyone goes their own ways the kids old bullies pull them into an alleyway and just bully them breaking anything kid made/name calling/pulling hair just being unbelievable mean. The bullies all freeze, then kid looks over their shoulders and sees the whole group behind them looking intimidating, the bullies run away while the other ask what's going on and try to comfort their child.

Wow this was longer then I expected SORRY!! I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

There’s no need to be sorry for an idea 😁 I hope this turned out good

(Second piece to deal with a bullying theme, dang)

Fine Craftsmanship

ExU Crew & Child!Artificer!Reader

The trip to Byroden was a longer one then you first thought, having to make a few pit stops to rest and restock on food, but it did have its perks, giving you time to work on some projects while on the road. They weren’t anything huge, you wanted to surprise everyone in the group with a personally crafted item, everything was fine at first until you recognized the town you were currently approaching.

"Are you alright (y/n)? You seem a bit jumpy." Dorian comments, having noticed your fidgeting hands. You take a quick second to calm yourself before replying.

"I’m fine, this is actually my hometown. I haven’t seen it in awhile, you know." He gives you a small nod and gets himself a better look out the window.

"If you’re from here that means you know where all the good stops are right?" Dariax asks excitedly.

"I’m still a kid, I wouldn’t know what’s 'good' in your opinion." You stare blankly, it was a bit strange sometimes to be one of the smartest people in the group.

"Right, right. No drinking for you." Dariax says, as if he already knew all this. You playfully roll your eyes at him and smile a little, maybe this wouldn’t so bad after all, so long as you stayed close to everyone. You enter the town and find a good place to park the Glitter-Shitter (I can’t even write the word with a straight face) before making your way into the marketplace and instantly Opal is off browsing the different shops and stalls of the market, dragging Fearne along with her and Fy'ra Rai trailing behind them, telling everyone to meetup in an hour. Dorian heads over to the tavern hoping to sweet talk the folk there for some food for the road, Dariax tagging along most likely to grab some drinks and test his luck with some gambling. Orym had disappeared from your sight entirely, heading off to do his own thing if you had to take a guess. You sigh unsure of where to go, now just hoping things go by quickly and without trouble as you sit by the wagon pull out some tools and continue to tinker away at a small gift you were making for Fearne for a while, placing your mind into a false sense of security.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to come home." You hear a chillingly familiar voice spite at you and look over at the three people you were hoping not to see. There was Marty, Hamna, and their self proclaimed leader Fion (I just made up some names here, idk), they used to terrorize you relentlessly until you’d finally had enough and snuck on that cart to Emon, which lead to the adventure you were on now, a story come full circle in the worst way to you. You get up quickly hoping to dash over to where Opal and Fearne where looking at some sparkling necklaces for protection, you don’t move quick enough as you’re yanked back by your hair by either Marty or Hamna as Fion covers your mouth to avoid you shouting for help. Once pulled into a nearby alleyway, away from public view, Marty and Hamna each restrain one of your arms. You thrash and struggle to try and free yourself, managing to loosen their grip slightly only to get socked in the jaw by Fion giving the other two the chance to readjust their grip into a more secure position, trapping you.

"Let go! Leave me alone!" You shout as you continue to squirm to try and free yourself.

"Awww, and what are you going to do if we don’t?" Marty teases. You wanted to cast something to no avail with their tight grip preventing you of freeing yourself and grabbing your tools.

"Look at them," Hamna laughs, "they’re too weak to even break free." You glare at them. Fion walks over to you and starts rummaging around your bag, mindlessly throwing around the various items you’ve worked on for a long time to make.

"What’s this supposed to be?" They ask, holding up a hair clip you had intended to give to Opal.

"That’s for my friend! Put it back!" You shout a little too loud for their liking and the two holding your arms use their free hands to cover your mouth, muffling your words or cry’s for help. The one holding the hair clip looks it over in their hand before looking you in the eyes and snapping the item in half.

"Oops, sorry. My hand slipped." Their voice dripped with sarcasm. They continue to rummage through your bag, or look through the small pile of items they threw out of it, pulling out items you wanted to give to everyone as gifts. Every time they’d inspect one item, they'd just as quickly break it, smashing it on the ground or snapping it in their hands. You struggled and tugged against the two still holding you back and muffling out your voice, but it was no use, you were restrained, unable to call for help and left to helplessly watch as they destroyed your hard work. As if things couldn’t get worse, they pull out your tools, the literal lifeblood for your magic, look you straight in your eyes and while struggling a bit manage to break them too.

"Awww, they’re crying like a baby." Hamna laughs.

"That’s because they are a baby." Marty continues.

"If you really want to cry like a baby, we’ll give a reason to cry." Fion eggs on, getting the other two to harshly shove you to the ground. You curl into a ball preparing for the worst, you wait a moment and when nothing happens you peek up to see the three of them frozen in place with fear in their eyes. You adjust yourself to have a look over your shoulder and see everyone standing with intimidating looks on their faces.

Dorian stared daggers at the bullies, while also subtly fiddling with his handaxe. Opal twirled her knives in her hands, magic sparking at her fingertips, and if you looked closely enough you could see a faint glow emit from her necklace. Fearne stood tall, her snake staff coming to life and hissing at the three, Mister well perched on her shoulder screeches, purposely showing the fiery interior of his mouth. Orym takes a step in front of you, acting as a shield for you while placing his hand on the hilt of his sword, you knew well enough he wouldn’t actually draw his sword on the other kids, but they didn’t know that. Dariax on the other hand looked very ready to strike at the three, holding a tight grip on his spear.

"Are you hurt bad?" Orym asks quietly, looking over to you. You shake your head giving an equally quiet "no".

"I’m not a fan of people hurting my little friend here." You hear Dariax say, now fulling pointing his spear at the others, the three each take step back. You finch at the feeling of being suddenly lifted off the ground, finding yourself in Dorian's arms, he gives you a concerned but reassuring smile.

"Let’s get out of here!" Fion commands and the three turn to leave but are stopped when Fy'ra Rai blocks their exit, her eyes burning into them with fury.

"You’re unjust actions should not be left unpunished. You dare to put down this child as if they are weak, when it is you three that are the weaklings. Knowing you would never stand a chance alone you group together and single out the ones you see as vulnerable. It is sad and pathetic, now leave while we still show you mercy." Her voice held such a powerful tone to it, it almost felt like the ground itself shook at her words. Fion, Marty and Hamna scramble over each other before running off, one of them crying for their mommy.

"Who where those children? Do you know?" Dorian asks. You let out a long sigh and explain to everyone a bit about your life when you still lived in the town.

"What’s all this stuff here?" Opal speaks up, staring at the broken pile of items.

"I wanted to surprise you all with some gifts I made, but now their all broken." You sigh sadly.

"You made theses for us?"

"I tried to, I know they aren’t that good but you’ve all been so nice and carding to me, I wanted to retune the favour."

"That’s really sweet of you." Fearne smiles, giving you a pat on the head, you smile a little at this.

"Why don’t you just fix them? I’ve seen ya do stuff like that before." Dariax butts in.

"I would, but they broke my tools too." You pout.

"Well that’s easy, we'll just buy you some new tools." Dorian states, shuffling you in his grip a bit to have a better hold on you. You look up at him with big hopeful eyes.

"Really? I don’t want to bother you."

"It’s no bother at all, your our little genius, the last thing we’d want are some small town jerks preventing you from ever thinking that." He proudly proclaims, getting affirmation from the others. Fy'ra Rai walks over and gently lifts your chin up to look at her.

"Listen to me little one, you are much stronger then you'd ever believe, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise." You give her a small nod, not entirely sure what she means but finding her words encouraging nonetheless.

"You know what? I do remember seeing these really awesome looking tools, while searching for a cloths shop. Here I’ll show you." Opal brightens up a bit, grabbing and dragging Dorian and by extension you off into the market again.

"Opal!" Dorian calls in surprise, holding tighter to you so you wouldn’t fall. You just giggle at the two, looking over your shoulder to see the others hurrying to catch up.

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Something Beautiful

Maria Hill Masterlist

Requested by Anon: Hi!! I absolutely love ur writing!! I was wondering if u could write a Maria Hill x fem!reader and they’re like married with a little girl and R gets hurt on a mission with Maria and Maria is trying to keep R conscious until the medical team arrives by telling R stories abt the day they got married, the day they adopted their daughter, their babies first birthday with them, etc. With a happy ending pls! Thx!!

Word Count: 4.4 K (long and angsty but def worth it)

A/N: This took me four days to write. So worth it. Take my advice and read it.

Warnings: A bit of gore, a bit of blood

Moonlight streamed lazily through the blinds. The sounds of a movie playing in the background and a soft lullaby filled the room as you rocked your daughter, putting her to sleep. She had been having a harder time sleeping knowing both of you might be gone when she woke up. It had taken you hours to calm her down, let alone put her to sleep.

When you began to take a little too long to put her into bed, Maria joined both of you. Her figure stood in the doorway, distorting the light coming from the hallway. You tucked her in, pulling the covers up to her chin before sighing.

“Do both of us have to leave?” You asked, probably for the millionth time in the last few hours. Seeing your daughter so upset was harder than you had anticipated.

“Y/n,” Maria began with a sigh, reassuring you time and time again. “you know we have to.”

You sighed again, stroking her hair gently. This wasn’t the first time you had to leave on a mission. You doubted it would be the last. But both of you were leaving. Not just you or Maria. One of you couldn’t stay home to reassure her that the other would be alright. You were leaving your daughter without either of her mothers.

Nervousness still nagged at you. You knew she would be safe, more than anybody. After all, she was in the Avengers compound surrounded by superheroes. All of them would be around her, all the time. It didn’t make sense to be afraid, but fears are never rational.

“She would be safe,” Maria assured you, patting your back. “she’s in the most protected facility in New York.”

Maria stated the obvious, over and over again in hopes of reassuring you. It did little to comfort you. You knew she was trying to help you, her nervousness wracking her all over, she just didn’t show it.

“I know,” you sighed, hoisting yourself off the bed and giving her a small smile. Your hand slid into hers like it had so many times before. Your fingers squeezed hers in assurance, fear just underlining it.

“let’s let her sleep.” You said, tugging her out of your daughter’s room.

Both of you left, not before glancing at her one last time before morning came. Closing the door behind you, you headed towards your room in the compound. You and your wife had decided to bring her to the compound to sleep rather than rushing through the motions in the morning.

Laura didn’t seem to mind, neither did the rest of the team. They enjoyed having Laura there more than anyone. Most of them seemed adamant about spoiling her, even Natasha. The redhead claimed to be her favorite aunt, a notion no one dared to contradict, even Wanda.

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Morning came quicker than you had expected. Even after all the hours it took you to fall asleep, the sunlight streaming through your blinds seemed like it had taken shorter to come there. You knew that wasn’t the case as you got ready early for your mission.

Getting ready for a mission with your wife was usually noisy and involved multiple shouts to double-check everything. Now, it was quiet. Whether it was in fear or anxiety, you didn’t know. But you didn’t want to disturb it, scared of starting another argument about leaving your daughter alone.

In all honesty, the mission wasn’t that important. It was a basic recon mission to get information from an abandoned HYDRA base before they took it down. Nothing the Avengers or a basic SHIELD agent couldn’t handle. But Fury was adamant about having both of you there just for security. Despite yours and Maria’s best efforts, you had to go on the mission.

Everything was packed. The jet was ready. All you needed to do was leave, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to go.

Just before Maria dragged you onto the jet, somehow having more willpower to leave than you. Natasha came through the hangar doorways, your sleepy daughter in her arms. Laura’s head lolled from side to side as she tried desperately to keep awake.

“Nat, what are you doing?” You asked, heading over to both of them, tapping Maria’s shoulder on your way there. Your wife turned around and followed you towards your daughter. Laura reached out for both of you when you were just feet away.

“She wanted to see you before you left.” Natasha sighed, guilty for letting the little girl guilt trip her into this. The redhead knew neither you or Maria wanted her awake while you were leaving. Laura’s puppy eyes and pleading far too convincing for her to resist.

“Sweetheart,” Maria sighed, softening when she took her daughter into her arms.

Her posture softened slightly as her arms stroked her hair. Still holding onto some composure, she said her goodbyes softly, showing less affection than she normally would around your daughter. Maria cared too much about what others thought about her to be less professional.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t care less about being professional if your family was concerned. Everyone who knew you knew your family mattered more than anything to you. It didn’t matter to you what a random stranger thought of you. All that mattered was your family.

Once Maria said her goodbyes, you eagerly scooped your daughter out of her arms and excitedly twirled her around. Laura’s giggles broke out. She squirmed slightly to get away from you as you hugged her tightly.

“Mommy!!!” Laura squealed, her arms flailing.

Maria watched both of you lovingly, a small smile painting her face. You twirled your daughter once more before holding her in your arms. Her little face looking up at yours eagerly.

“Now, we’ll see you,” You smiled at her, bumping her nose playfully. The little girl giggled, waving your hand away from her face. Smiling, you leaned your face so your nose nudged against hers, causing her to laugh harder.

“The second we get back, okay?” You said, a sad smile creeping onto your face as your goodbyes came nearer. Laura sighed and hugged you tightly, sleep still threatening to take over her tired form. Natasha would put her to sleep once the two of you left.

“Miss you,” Laura muttered sleepily into your chest. You sighed and patted her back gently, pulling her closer to sleep. Maria moved to eye level with your daughter, lifting her chin to face her.

“We’ll miss you too,” Maria said, smiling at her sadly before kissing her forehead. The little girl closed her eyes, leaning into your wife’s touch.

“But we’ll be back before you know it.” She said hopeful, pulling away so you could say your goodbyes. Standing by Natasha, she watched you nuzzle your nose against Laura’s playfully. The little girl still sleepy, but staying awake so she could say her goodbyes to both of you.

“We love you,” You said, squeezing her tightly before hesitantly handing her over to Natasha.

“be good for them.” You kissed the top of her forehead, pulling away to catch her looking at you with sad eyes. Her hands grasped for you a little as you pulled away, breaking your heart to leave.

“I will,” Laura replied, her little hand waving in the air at both of you.

If she had begged either of you to stay, you would have stayed without hesitation. The little girl was much smarter than you gave her credit for, knowing if you left for one day you’d be home for longer.

“bye Mama, bye Mommy.” Laura waved as both of you walked away and into the jet. You smiled at her, watching her through teary eyes.

“Bye sweetheart,” Maria said, waving at her while walking into the jet. She turned the switch to let the hangar doors shut closed. A sigh left your lips when you couldn’t see her anymore.

You moved to sit down in the cockpit while Maria joined you in the pilot's seat. There was nothing to do until you got there. The ships automatic guiding system would take you there, even land you. You needed something to do, maybe rechecking the bags, anything else.

Maria sat next to you, watching out the window in silence. Her hand crept towards yours until she could secure your hand in hers. The gentle touch the only thing bringing you comfort. They thought you would see your daughter in two days bringing you more comfort.

You would come back, there was no possibility where this could go wrong. Even if it did, you would make it back, you had to. Your daughter needs you, nothing else mattered.

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More went wrong than anyone had imagined. The info you had received was false. The base was crowded with HYDRA agents. The rest of the team you’d been sent in with, about 20 people you’d hardly gotten the names of had gone in with you. So far, only 10 had made it out. The other ten, you’d lost.

Maria had gotten everyone she could find out while you were getting the information. The information was in your hand, but it came at a high cost. The three guards you had to fight to get it were on the ground. But they had left their mark.

Your ribs were cracked and some were even broken as you limped towards where your wife was. Each breath was painful. Maria’s hand slid into yours as she tugged you towards the exit. All you wanted to do was lie down and rest. It was the last thing you could do.

“Just a little further,” Maria urged, grinning to herself when she saw the exit in sight. The helicopter was another half a mile, but she could call the chopper in a little early. Both of you knew it would still be another half an hour before you were safe.

“we’re almost out.” She pulled you further until you were in the last corridor. You chuckled and pulled her to a stop, needing a rest. Breathing ragged and broken, you leaned back against the wall.

“Always the optimist.” You remarked, eyes fluttering shut in relief as your ribs stopped jostling. Maria chuckled and squeezed your hand, wiping the cut on your forehead. Your blood came off on her hands, she wiped it off on her suit and helped you up.

“Only for you.” Maria winked as you chuckled, letting her help you towards the exit.

A HYDRA agent stood in the corridor, gun pointed at both of you. The thing that struck you first wasn’t the gun, it was his age. He was barely 20, scared out of his mind. He was only doing what his superiors told him to do. If that meant to shoot your wife, so be it.

You couldn’t let it happen, instead of jumping protectively in front of Maria. Your eyes locked with your attacker’s for one brief second. He flinched as he pulled the trigger. The explosion sounded in the room, evidence he’d shot. As he glanced down at the gun, still not believing he’d used it.

“NO!” Maria shouted, the explosion echoing in her ears as your body felt against hers. Her knife was drawn the instant he was about to shoot again. Without a second thought, she threw it at his chest, unbothered to see if he was dead.

You were sure she had never killed someone that easily. Even on missions, when someone had killed a member of a team, she showed them mercy. Now, the knife was burrowed into his chest, a pool forming around him.

Silently, Maria helped you outside, ragged breathing filling the air around you as you were helped onto the grass. The tiny blades slowly turning red as you were laid down upon it. Maria began to apply pressure onto your wound, wincing when you cried out in pain.

“Hey, stay with me okay?” Maria said rapidly, her free hand cupping your cheekbone, leaving your skin stained with your blood.

“You’re safe?” You asked, wanting to make sure she was okay. Clenching your jaw tightly, you tried not to show you were in pain. Her hands shook as she applied pressure, wedding ring digging into your wound.

“You’re the one that’s stabbed!” Maria shouted in panic, blue eyes meeting yours. She was alright if she could yell at you, she was okay. Letting your head loll back, you chuckled weakly. The sky above you was a bright blue, seem so happy, so beautiful, oblivious to what was under it.

Your wife rang in on comms for a medical, her face morphing into anger as she shot out a series of commands. After some whispering on the comms, she told them she would wait and cut out. Her hand returned to your wound. Her wedding ring slowly getting stained with your blood.

“Just a few minutes, stay awake,” Maria begged, pressing harder on your wound when your eyes began to flutter shut. “please.”

your body jerked in pain, trying in vain to get away from the pressure on your wound. You couldn’t help the groan escaping your lips, knowing it was hurting your wife to see you like this.

“So tired.” You muttered, head lolling lazily from side to side as your eyes began to flutter shut. A hand came up to cup your cheekbone, staining it with blood, lightly patting you awake. In a panic, Maria shook your shoulder, still applying pressure.

“Stay awake for me, okay?” Maria pleaded, moving up to make eye contact with you. “For me, just keep your eyes open.”

Her eyes met yours, bright blue searching yours for a will to stay fighting. Gulping, you clenched your jaw tightly, biting your tongue to keep yourself awake. It wasn’t helping. You remembered learning in training to keep talking to someone if they were bleeding, it helps them stay awake.

“Maria, tell me something.” You whispered, hoping she caught your weak words. Both of her hands centered on your wound, stopping the bleeding.

“What?” Maria asked jaw clenched tightly as she adamantly refused to show any emotion.

Too many things running through her mind, she couldn’t lose you. You, the person who had taught her how to love. The amazing person who had married her and brought life into this world. There were too many stories you would never get to tell, too many memories you would never get to make.

“I don’t know,” You tried weakly to shrug when a weak smile crossed your face. “tell me something beautiful,”

Maria pursed her lips, searching her mind for something to tell you. A story she made up wouldn’t do anything, maybe a memory. A beautiful memory, like your wedding. The details came to her mind quickly, she started talking about them rapidly.

Everything from the table setting to the people invited, she didn’t miss a single detail while describing it to you. The first song, your vows, the first dance. She romanticized everything, making it seem more beautiful than it could have been, though she doubted it was possible.

It still wasn’t working, your eyes began to flutter shut again. Your breathing slowed. Your head stopped lolling from side to side. You were slipping.

“Please, y/n,” Maria begged, her left hand coming up to stroke your cheek. The wedding ring scratching against the skin. “stay awake.” you didn’t show any sign of waking up, your body relaxing as your breathing slowed. Clenching her jaw, she tried harder.

“If not for me, for Laura, she needs you.” Maria urged, shaking your shoulder to try to keep you awake. Hearing your daughter’s name, you stirred and squirmed, keeping your eyes open.

Your eyes met hers, trying to urge her to talk about your daughter, to tell you to stay awake. You knew you couldn’t leave, no matter how tired you were.

Maria began to talk about your daughter. The day you brought her home. The day she started walking. Her first birthday. Everything. She wove it into a fairy tale of sorts, managing to convince you that your life was a dream. A dream you couldn’t leave.

For a while, it was working. Your eyes were open wider as you looked around for the medical team. They were only a few minutes out, the jet was already visible as they made their way to you. Maria saw it too, a grin forming on her face as she continued to describe your daughter’s first day at school.

As the blood seeped out of you, you began to lose more of your conscience. Your responses were blurry and slurred, she had to shake your shoulder to try to keep you awake. She could only pray the medical team came faster. There was only so much she could do.

In the middle of her sentence, she heard a buzzing from your suit pocket. A light frown on her face, she stopped speaking. Reaching into your pocket, she pulled out your phone. Natasha’s name was on the screen, she was calling you.

Both of you had told Natasha to only call in emergencies or if you were late. Maria could only assume it was one of the two. She sighed and held it up to your face, knowing it would ring for a little longer.

“You were supposed to leave this in the jet,” Maria muttered, ready to push the answer button when she noticed you were trying to speak. A lazy smirk spread across your face as you reached for the phone.

“Couldn’t help myself.” You smirked, still reaching for your phone. Maria rolled her eyes and answered the phone. Laura’s voice sounded on the other side, but she cut her off before she could talk.

“Hey sweetheart,” Maria greeted, whacking your hand away from the phone. “we’re a little busy right now.”

“Can I talk to mommy?” Laura asked, cutting off her mom. Maria blinked in surprise, she knew her daughter missed you the most when you were away. It was something you teased her about constantly, jokingly of course. But she never thought your daughter would call you because of it.

“In a second, can you hand the phone to Natasha?” Maria asked, persuading the little girl to hand it over to the redhead. Shuffling sounded on the other side as the phone was handed over.

“Sorry, she wanted to talk to Y/n and she was about to start crying,” Natasha confessed nervously, knowing Maria won’t be happy about it. Maria sighed into the receiver, ready to give Natasha an earful about letting Laura do this.

Before she could, you reached for the phone again. Maria glared at you and applied more pressure on your wound in a warning. You winced, still reaching for your phone before Maria whacked your hand away again. You couldn’t talk to your daughter like this, it would scare her. Death frightens the young the most.

More shuffling sounded on the other line. Laura cleared her throat angrily before speaking into the receiver again. She had been spending too much time around Tony and Natasha.

“Is mommy there?” Laura asked, almost pleading Maria to hand the phone over.

Hearing your name, you reached over again. The brunette couldn’t deny you to talk to your daughter. She knew you wouldn’t do anything to scare her, let alone let her know you were in any sort of pain. Handing over the phone, she watched you lift it to your ear before you started speaking.

“Hey,” You greeted, a bright smile crossing your face. Maria glanced nervously at the wound, hoping it wasn’t still bleeding. It had slowed dramatically, the only thing she could do was try to bandage it to make it easier for the medics.

“Mommy!” Laura shouted excitedly on the other line, causing your face to break out in a larger grin.

“how’s my favorite, favorite girl doing?” You asked, stuttering when Maria lifted your shirt and cool air met your wound. Laura didn’t seem to pick up on the pain in your voice.

Instead, she began to ramble about what she had done in your absence. It had only been a little under a day that you’d been gone, but she had done so much it felt like weeks. The avengers had tried their best to keep her occupied and her mind off of her mothers, it still hadn’t worked.

Her rambling continued, you made a hum or a short laugh whenever the moment called for it. Every laugh hurt your ribs a little more, but you didn’t mind. It made Laura happy to know her mother had paused a mission just to talk to her. You weren’t about to take that away from her.

Maria continued bandaging your wound, only stopping when she saw the medics approaching. They had all their gear ready, even a gurney to help lift you. Her stomach lurched when the severity of the situation sunk in.

“Y/n, the medical team is here.” Maria nudged your shoulder, you nodded to her. Waiting for Laura to stop rambling so you wouldn’t need to cut her off. But the little girl kept on speaking a mile a minute, adamant on covering the last few hours in a matter of minutes.

“Laura?” You interrupted, using her name. She stopped immediately, knowing you only used her full name when you were serious. You usually called her pet names or even nicknames, only by her full name when it was something serious.

“I have to go for a bit,” You said, hearing a loud sigh on the other end. “but me and Mama will see you the second we get back, okay?”

Another sigh sounded before she seemed to agree. Not wanting her mothers away from her but knowing you would come back soon.

“Okay mommy, will you be alright?” She asked curiously, noticing you’d been quieter than normal. You smiled at her concern, wanting nothing but to be home with your daughter.

“Of course, I love you, my daughter.” You reassured her, sniffling a little. Maria nodded to you, ready to take the phone away when you held it closer to your ear. Laura usually didn’t say it back, implying it instead when she hugged you after. Still, you hoped you could hear her voice say it.

“I love you too mommy, I miss you,” Laura admitted quietly. A smile broke out on your face. You wanted to hand the phone to Maria so she could get her goodbyes in. But there wasn’t enough time, there never is when it’s needed most.

“I miss you too baby, I’ll be back before you know it.” You assured, speaking quickly to get every word in before Maria took your phone away. Her hand quickly snatched it away, ending the call as the medics approached you.

They lifted you on the gurney, the bloody bandages hanging off the gurney, dripping onto the ground. Maria followed you despite the medic’s warnings. Her wedding ring still soaked with your blood. One hand held her phone tightly, the other reaching for you.

You were brought into the ambulance, an oxygen mask on your mouth. You’d passed out, in pain or out of blood loss, no one knew. Your body was limp. The heart monitor was attached to you, the steady beeping of your heart the only sign you were alive.

The medical team hurried to patch you up. Peeling off the bandages and sewing it up. Nervous eyes flitted up to Maria’s. Her intense glare making sure you were treated with the best care possible. The medics were careful, patching up the wound so you would barely feel any pain.

They continued to tend to the rest of your injuries, but they needed the jewelry off to clean you. Maria took off your wedding ring, holding it in her hand, wiping it off in vain. Your blood was on your ring, she tried to wipe it off with grubby fingers.

Sighing, she put it on the ring finger of her right hand, holding the phone with the same death grip as before. Maria didn’t let you out of her sight, even when you were being escorted from the ambulance into surgery.

The door slammed in her face, guards escorting her away from the scene. She tried to enter but found herself too numb to do anything. Instead, taking a seat in the waiting room, refusing to leave.

It took a few hours for the surgery to get over. Even longer till you were awake. Maria sat by your side through all of it. The wedding ring was back on your finger, cleaner than ever. She had slipped on the second she got the chance.

Half the day passed before you woke up. The moment you were awake, you wanted to see your daughter. You’d been away longer than you’d promised. It didn’t matter if you were injured, you needed to see your daughter.

So Maria got you out of the room and on the jet back to the tower. On the way there, you took a nap with your head resting on Maria’s shoulder, your left hand intertwined with hers. The wedding rings clinking together whenever the jet shook.

The sound comforting Maria, along with your soft snores. It assured her you were here, you weren’t leaving her. She spent the entire time awake, guarding over you, feeling lucky you were there with her.

Once the plane landed, Maria helped you out of the jet. A few of the guards took your things inside. Natasha appeared at the doorway with your daughter holding her hand. Laura grinned at both of you, oblivious to the way your back was hunched over as you walked.

“Mommy! Mama” Laura screamed, running towards both of you.

Grinning back at her, you straightened up and opened your arms. Maria patted your shoulder in a silent warning to be careful. She nodded to Natasha as a thank you, the redhead nodded back while the little girl barreled into your arms.

Twirling her around in your arms, you ignored the pain. Your daughter buried her head in your shoulder while your wife gently patted her back. Smirking, you leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

“Told you we’d be back before you know it.” You whispered, Laura giggled and pulled away.

Maria propped her up on her shoulders while the three of you walked inside. Laura chattered away about how much she had missed both of you. You were oblivious to the chatter, too caught up in the emotion of being back with your family.

Your wife had been right. The life you had was like a dream. A beautiful dream you never wanted to end.

A/N: Save my sanity and tell me what you think!

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puffins-muffins · 4 years

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Hi, please don’t judge me. 😬

Oh boy, okay. Middle-aged broad here using Tumblr for the first time. I just want a place to post my fanfic. I have no idea if I’m doing this correctly. I have no idea if this will be my only post or my only story.

Many years ago I used to write *NSYNC fanfic, mostly Justin Timberlake centric stories, drabbles, ideas, etc. but just lost my motivation when life and my twenties got in the way.

Since we’re closing in on a year since lockdown started, I’ve re-discovered my passion for writing stories. I am currently in a Chris Evans rabbit hole downward spiral (mostly blaming quarantine & a Defending Jacob binge watch) so the first story I’ve written (since my awakening) is centered around him.

It’s 99.9% fluff and .1% smut and I think there’s 1 language! word in there also. Edited to the best of my ability so sorry for any typos (I think this is referred to as beta’d?)

Anyways, I hope anyone who comes across this likes it as much as I do. :) And if not, that’s okay too.

Endlessly

The snowflakes fell gently on the snow covered ground. The sky was full of stars, brightly lighting up the night with the help of a full moon. The air was warm, but the slight wind cast a small chill to the already cold temperature. A tiny figure pushed a large ball of snow through the freshly fallen flakes, groaning in discomfort with every new push. She stopped to take a breath and looked behind her where he stood, an amused smile spread across his face.

"Why aren't you pushing yours?"

He shrugged casually, replying with a shrug and a smirk, "I got bored."

"You got bored?!"

"Is there an echo out here?" He cuffed his large glove covered hand around his ear.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, "I've been pushing this big ball of snow for like...forty-five fucking minutes!! And you… you got bored?!"

He pondered for a moment, then shrugged again. "Yeah, that sounds about right." He added with a nod, his blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

Sitting defeated in the snow, she crossed her arms over her chest and pouted, "You're the worst snowman maker I've ever known."

"Baby, you looked so cute pushing that huge ball of snow, and all the grunting you did made it much more enjoyable.” He quipped, wiggiling his eyebrows. “I just had to stop and watch."

"You are no fun, Christopher!" She whined.

"Awww!” He threw his head back in laughter, nearly hugging himself in the process. “Come on. Your cute ass is freezing." He held his hands out for her to grab onto and he pulled her up, planting a soft, warm kiss on her lips. She smiled against his mouth as his thick beard tickled her face. Their hands entwined as she placed a few more kisses on his slightly warmed lips.

She pulled away slowly, planning her next move very carefully, "You know what, Chris?"

"What’s that Elle?"

"I like you better in the snow." She pushed hard on his chest, sending him crashing into a pile of freshly fallen snow. His mouth hung open for a minute, a shocked expression written all over his face. Noelle was doubled over in laughter and it only took a moment before his look turned mischievous and she knew she was in trouble. Taking a big hand full of snow, Chris hurled it toward her squealing body, part of it covering her coat, the rest flooding down her back.

Noelle shrieked, giggling as she wiggled around, "Oh my god!! That's so cold!! You suck so bad Evans!"

Chris’ boisterous laugh echoed amongst the secluded air as he hopped up quickly before she could retaliate. Noelle tried to throw more snow at him but he ducked away quickly. Instead, he grabbed her waist from behind causing her to drop the handful of snow.

“Chris!!” She squealed. He twirled her in the air as they both laughed, despite the coldness that stung their faces. A few more twirls and spins, making them both dizzy, he gently put her down. Slightly out of breath, Chris chuckled, pushing loose strands of her hair off her face and stared into her hazel eyes. Noelle smiled shyly, as his gaze lingered a little longer than usual and the way he was looking at her sent butterflies all through her body. “What?” She blushed, nuzzling her face into his chest.

“You look so beautiful right now. These snowflakes in your hair. It’s really cute.” Chris’ arms immediately enveloped her small frame and he let out a soft exhale as warmth flooded his chest, his stomach flip-flopping as he felt her arms return his embrace. He kissed the top of her head, sighing at the joy he felt so deeply in his body, "I don't think I've ever been this happy."

Looking into his electric blue eyes, she agreed with a nod. "I'm freezing. Why don't we go inside so you can warm me up?" Noelle added with a wink and a nudge.

Raising his eyebrow, Chris led her toward the cabin, "Girl, don't go putting any ideas in my head."

"Chris…" She stopped him by tugging on his arm, her voice was quiet. He turned his body around, his face showing signs of confusion.

Until now, if he was thinking correctly at what she was suggesting, they hadn't been intimate with each other. Besides many make-out "marathons" as she liked to call them, most of their time together had been PG-13. This was new territory for both of them, Noelle had spent a long time healing from her previous relationship. Chris had been incredibly patient with her. In fact, this relationship was something of innocence for him, something he hadn't had with any woman in years. For Noelle, it had become a learning experience. Being with Chris taught her things about herself she never knew before, especially things about her body. He made her feel beautiful, strong, and sexy.

This man standing in front of her was what she wanted, what she needed. She ached for him so badly.

Standing on her tiptoes, her mouth made its way directly over his ear, "I want you to make love to me, Chris." She declared to him in a calm tone, although her body was shaking. Unsure if this was her nerves or the freezing temperature.

Noelle stood at the edge of the bed, watching with a stare, as his naked body walked towards her. It was as if he had plotted every move in his head, and made sure to cover every step planned. As soon as her bare skin hit the sheets she knew her body would give in completely. It was time for him to show her, to leave her helpless to his touch.

He started slowly as his hands caressed every part of her body. His mouth left trails of wet kisses from her neck to her chest, over her perky, pink nipples, down to her stomach. He paused for a single second to swirl his tongue around her belly button before continuing his descent down to her inner thigh. Chris could feel the heat radiating from her most private of areas and he smirked to himself before he flicked his tongue out across her other thigh. She moaned at this, gripping the bed sheets to gather some control. His mouth teasingly made its way back to her swollen lips and he kissed her with such urgency. Neither one of them had ever felt this together, it was electrifying and they couldn’t get enough. When they finally parted their lips, they were completely out of breath. She looked into his eyes and could see the concern written on his face, even though he tried to hide it. His eyes scanned every inch of her face as he gently pushed the hair off of her forehead.

Her hands instinctively cupped his face, "I want you." She stated firmly, although hardly audible above her own heart pounding in her ears.

He looked at her, unmoved except for the uncontrolled rise and fall of his chest. "Are you sure?" She smiled at him, shaking her head as a response, reassuring the feelings that flooded his body.

Chris rocked his hips in motion with hers, his skin hot and silky as he pushed deeper inside of her. Noelle's mouth nibbled and bit on his shoulders and neck. Her whispered moans were lost in his mind until he heard his name slip from her mouth, then he began to lose control. His hands caressed and stroked her sticky breasts while she gripped harshly at his back. The only thing that existed at that moment was them. Their sweat-covered bodies moved rhythmically together in a room lit by a warm fireplace, cascading the two with a warm orange glow of passion and heat.

Noelle's light sleep was disturbed as Chris's arm wrapped around her bare skin. She felt him bury his head in the crook of her neck and place two warm kisses one on top of the other, simultaneously pulling her even closer to his naked body. The thought of their night together planted a smile on her face. The feel of his fingers stroking her stomach caused a rush of butterflies to surge through her stomach all the way to her heart. She turned to face him, "Good morning." She said softly, stroking his beard with her hand.

"Mornin'." He replied smoothly, licking his lips and smiling a smile that matched hers perfectly. “Man, I kind of feel like a teenager again after that.” He let out a soft chuckle.

She rolled her eyes and yawned, turning back over so that the pair were in a spooning position, "You’re so silly.” She let out a big yawn, “I'm still sleepy." She snuggled herself into Chris’ body.

As she drifted to sleep, she felt a kiss on her temple and faintly heard his voice whisper in her ear, "I'm in love."

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sukifans · 4 years

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PET • RI • CHOR

[n] a pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather

ZUKO X OC SERIES

SUMMARY: a captured waterbender and the fire prince may sound like an unlikely pair, but kena never much cared about others’ expectations and zuko, well… he was just along for the ride

A/N: hm that summary was kind of... terrible. but wow okay that first bit got way more attention than i honestly thought it would. thank you all so much for the love, it’s really brought up my mood and i’ve been feeling pretty down being stuck at my parents’ house during all... this. i’m so happy y’all enjoyed and i look forward to bringing you more Content TM by eventually opening up for requests and stuff like that if anyone is interested 🥺 as before, absolutely reply/message/ask/telegraph/etc me any questions/comments/tag requests!! love y’all!!!

⏎ MASTERLIST // PROLOGUE i « PROLOGUE ii » PART I

They managed to keep their friendship mostly a secret for a little while. Zuko knew his father wouldn’t approve, so they either snuck out to talk together at nights or he’d make up excuses to visit the infirmary. He’d lie about some vague illness symptoms or “slip up” during his training and sustain a few burns. As time passed, they had to get more and more creative. Ursa figured it out relatively quickly, but she thought Kena and their budding relationship was good for the young prince. Zuko didn’t really care one way or another if his mother knew — as long as Ozai never heard about them, it didn’t matter. She often even helped facilitate their little meetings, even if they didn’t know it. One warm June day, Ursa took Zuko to the newly-bloomed field of fire lilies on the palace grounds under the pretense of taking a walk around the gardens.

“Aren’t they lovely, Zuko?” She stroked his hair while they sat in the shade of a cherry blossom tree overlooking the field.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think fire lilies are my favorite.”

“You know, girls love flowers.”

“So?” Zuko scrunched up his face as he looked at his mom, who smiled.

“I’m just saying, if there’s ever a girl you like, you should bring her flowers. I think she’d really like it.”

“Ew, Mom! I don’t like any girls, they’re gross.” He stuck his tongue out comically and she laughed at him.

“What about Mai and Ty Lee?”

“Yes!”

“Even me?”

He hesitated. “Well, no. But you’re not a girl!”

She laughed again. “What am I, then?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “You’re just Mom.”

“If you say so, my love,” she said gently. Ursa dropped the topic after that and pretended not to notice when the prince sneakily pocketed a flower when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Later that evening, he found Kena in a deserted corridor as they’d planned and presented her the flower abruptly, flushing wildly. The butterflies in his stomach went wild when he saw her eyes go big and her lips part in surprise.

“It’s for you,” he said, avoiding her gaze. “I saw it in the garden and thought of you because they’re my favorite and you’re my favorite, and they’re really pretty and I think you’re really pretty too.” Her face reddened as much as his and she beamed, reaching out to take the flower. Before he could react, she had engulfed him in a hug. He closed his eyes and squeezed her back tightly, setting his chin on her shoulder.

“Thanks, Zuko. I love it.” She twirled it around in her fingers absently as she took a step back. “You’re my favorite too, you know.”

“I would hope so!” They both giggled, shyly looking at anything but each other.

“I told my mom I would help her with something tonight, so I have to go,” she said, lips pulling into a frown. Zuko frowned too.

“Oh. Okay.” He rubbed the toe of his shoe against the ground.

“I’ll see you again soon, though, okay? And I’ll stay longer.”

“You promise?” Zuko held out his hand, pinky extended. She grinned again and entwined her little finger with his.

“I promise.” Before either of them could step away, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His mouth dropped open, face deep red all over again, and she dashed away while laughing. “Bye!” she called over her shoulder, waving.

“B-bye,” he whispered, hand raising to where she’d kissed him. Slowly, his face lit up into a wide smile and he turned to go back to his room, stomach full of butterflies again.

The next evening at dinner, Ozai set down his cutlery and looked at his son.

“Prince Zuko,” he began and the boy looked up from his plate, which he’d been smiling faintly at, “I hear you’ve made a friend.”

The boy’s brow furrowed. “I did?”

“It’s his girlfriend, Dad,” Azula taunted from across the table and Zuko paled. “That water tribe girl in the infirmary.”

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me, son,” Ozai said coolly. “Azula said she saw you sneaking around with her last night. What were you doing with her?”

“Zuzu gave her a flower and she kissed him!” said Azula, grinning devilishly. Ozai’s eyebrows raised and Ursa looked nervously between father and son.

“Is this true?” Ozai asked.

“I, uh- um, well-“ Zuko stammered out incoherently. He’d never forgive himself if Kena got in trouble because of him. Well, he’d never forgive Azula for telling their father, anyways.

“Answer.”

“Yes,” Zuko sighed and looked down at the table. “But she’s not my girlfriend. I just... thought she’d like the fire lily because I don’t think she’s ever been to the gardens to see them before.”

“I told him to give her the flower,” Ursa cut in quickly. Zuko breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “I noticed the girl always looks miserable and I thought she’d work better with some cheering up.” She played it off easily, twisting the truth enough to maybe placate her husband. Ozai simply glared at her before looking back at his son who still looked remarkably pale.

“You’re not close with her, then?” he asked.

“No, I’m not,” Zuko lied. “I just see her around.”

“So you wouldn’t be upset if I were to, say, send her and her mother to prison with the rest of the waterbending savages?” Zuko felt lightheaded at the thought of Kena in a cell, suffering and lonely and sad.

“My lord-“ Ursa started.

“Silence,” Ozai snapped before continuing to taunt the prince. “You wouldn’t care, then, if I had them executed?”

Despite the warning voice in the back of his head, Zuko jumped to his feet. “They’re innocent people, you can’t do that!”

“Actually, I think you’ll find that I can and I will. Maybe if the snow savages die you’ll learn to respect your position and your father.” He picked up his fork again and resumed eating like nothing had happened. “Sana, take Prince Zuko to his chambers and keep an eye on him. He will not be seeing that girl again.”

As a frightened-looking Sana ushered a furious and horrified Zuko away from the table, he shot a vicious glare at his sister. Azula’s face was stony. She hadn’t meant for the stupid girl to end up dead, she’d just wanted to get her brother in trouble and maybe have the girl sent away. Now Zuko would never play Love Amongst the Dragons with her again, and it just wasn’t as fun with Mai or Ty Lee as the Dark Water Spirit.

Walking down a corridor away from the dining hall, Zuko made a turn to go to the infirmary when Sana stopped him. He gave her an angry look and she sighed.

“Your father said to go to your room, Prince Zuko.” She set a hand on his shoulder and he shrugged her off.

“I will, but I have to warn Kena and her mom first. I can’t just let my father hurt them.”

Sana crouched in front of him so they were eye to eye and she cupped his face in her hands. “Prince Zuko, if your father finds out I didn’t take you directly to your room and keep you there, he’ll hurt me too.” His eyes widened at the realization. He hadn’t even considered that. “I’ll do what I can to get the word to them, but right now I need you to come with me.”

“Okay,” he said quietly, following her as she walked in the direction of his bedroom. He couldn’t let his father hurt Sana either; she had been taking care of him for as long as he could remember and he loved her like family. It wasn’t a risk he was willing to take and he was confident she’d be able to send word through the network of palace staff. He just hoped the message would reach them in time.

A/N: just another small bit of prologue to establish the relationship between zuko and kena. also i guess i’m calling this petrichor? idk it’ll make more sense later. anyways!! hope you enjoyed this small update!!

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muwur · 4 years

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Hiii and welcome!! May I please request for the lovable annoying baby Hinata who has a HUGE crush on this popular girl in his class and one day she sees him at the mall or something and rushes to him begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend because there’s a group of guys that won’t leave her alone and that’s when she finally realizes that this gorgeous sweetheart exists and Hinata is just on cloud 9 the entire time but then he remembers it’s all fake :((((( teeeee

✿ pretend boyfriend pt. 1

♡ scenario ♡ for hinata

❧ fem reader

✎ 3.2k words

a/n: aw hello ty for the welcome <3 also this request made me cackle AAHAHAHAHA. also this format is interesting lolol, im so indecisive about how i want it

anyways, hope u enjoy hehe >.> this came out a lot longer than i had originally planned but did i even have a plan in the first place buut i aint complaining LOL

also yes theres going to be a pt 2 firhfnxfwifj hehe

requests: open! pls bbys dun b shy i have summer skool soon fml i need this to make me procrastinate on work LMAO

-having been preoccupied with volleyball, crushes never crossed Hinata’s mind

-however, he was about to find out that he was quite clueless when it came to love

-he found himself speeding to school on his bike one morning, riding at breakneck speed to try to make it on time

-ahhhh, i was so excited about the first day of going to karasuno and seeing their volleyball team that i couldnt sleep until 4 am...!

-that explains why he overslept

-lost in his thoughts, he nearly failed to notice the girl who was walking in front of him

-and so, at the very last minute, he swerved. i nto a tree.

- “oh my gosh! are you okay??”

-if he wasn’t okay before, now he’s cURED because the most beautiful girl was looking down at him with an outstretched hand, concern in her eyes

-he jumped up instead and waved his arms in front of himself, blushing and nodding, “y-yeah, I’m fine! don’t worry about me, a-are you okay??”

- “you’re the one who crashed into the tree!” you responded with shock as you moved to pick up his bike off the ground (luckily, it was undamaged)

-he took the handlebars after you offered them to him

-you frowned slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve watched where i was going. are you hurt?”

-he was too busy gawking at you to realize his head started bleeding

-cue you yelling frantically “y-your head! it’s bleeding!” and rushing him to the nurse’s office

-in his head: ‘i-im holding her hand’

-nearly combusted on spot

-and that was how he met you

-later he found out he actually shared the same class with you!

-though you never seemed to notice LOL

-you sat on the opposite side of the room, closer to the front of the class

-he sat all the way in the back, so it’s not like you would’ve really seen him but it was the perfect spot for hinata to stare at you and not pay attention to class

-and during breaks or when the teacher left the room for a few minutes, everyone around you would try to spark up a conversation with you

-oh how he wished he could make you smile and laugh like that too

-and whenever he saw you outside of class, he hid immediately (behind walls, doors, lockers, people *coughkageyamacough* “hinata boke!”, etc) and admired you from afar, way too nervous to approach you after your first encounter several weeks ago

-he just kNOWS he’ll do something stupid and end up a stuttering, blushing mess

-besides, you probably forgot who he was ;((

-one day at lunch, he hid behind yamaguchi, who was confused until he followed hinata’s intent gaze to your form, which was walking by in front of the pair

-kageyama, who also took notice, smiled devilishly

- “pfffft, she’d never glance your way”

- tsukki deadpanned, “you don’t stand a chance. she’s way too pretty for you and people are lining up just to talk to her”

-cue hinata fighting kags n tsukki, blushing and with tears pricking at his eyes

- “aw, guys, don’t be so mean, I think he just has a crush!” yams snickered what an angel (no i am not in love w this man)

-one weekend, hinata was out in a nearby shopping area to get some snacks for natsu cuz she wouldn’t stop bugging him about it (“you ate the rest of my candy, so you have to go get me some more!”)

-as he was leaving the store, hand in his bag, he felt a tug on his sleeve and heard a “psst”

-some higher being must’ve blessed him that day because here he was, face to face with the girl who’s been on his mind everyday for several weeks

-sdgfhjkljihyuitufjhk

-error.exe

-he opened his mouth to say something, maybe like a:

-“h-hey! you look familiar, I totally don’t know your name or think about you before i sleep at night, s-so hOWS the weather???”

-but before he could humiliate himself speak, you gave him a small smile and asked, “aren’t you the guy i took to the nurse after you crashed into that tree?”

- “y-yeah, that was me!” he stuttered out

-he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but he could feel his palms get sweaty and his body quiver with pANIC

-you stifled a giggle with your hand (hinata: so cute dfghjfgljkl) "im glad to see you’re doing well. sorry, i never introduced myself. my name’s y/n, what’s yours?”

-you extended your hand as a greeting

-yet all he could do was stare at it, dumbfounded

-the two brain cells he owned said we ouTTIE

- “my name’s hinata!” he yelled dramatically for no reason. “sorry, my hand’s a bit sweaty, otherwise i would shake yours!” so instead, he bent forward in a bow

-eyes wide at his sudden outburst and gesture, you laughed in response and waved a hand, “it’s okay, really! nice to meet you again, hinata”

-a few moments of silence passed by, he was still bending over, and you were looking at your surroundings awkwardly

-risking a glance up, he caught a nervous expression on your face, and it made his eyebrows furrow in concern

- “hey, are you okay?” he asked as he straightened his body

-nice. smooth and direct.

-you sheepishly looked at the ground and absentmindedly itched the side of your head, twirling a strand of hair with your finger

- “this is kinda embarrassing, but um... could you do me a favor? i promise it’s nothing too bad!”

-little do you know he would literally do aNYthing for you right now

- “of course!” he replied a little too quickly. “w-what is it?”

- “soooo, i ran into these guys from school earlier, and they won’t stop bothering me, especially this one guy. a lot of girls like him and think he’s cool, but he’s such a jerk! i honestly don’t know what they see in him. he’s been so insistent on dating me the past few weeks that i try to avoid him as much as possible...”

-you shyly looked up at him and he had to refrain from exploding

- “could you please, uh, pretend to be my boyfriend?”

-b-b-b-boYFrIeNd??

- “y-y-y-your b-b-b-boyf-f-friend?” he managed to sputter

-you clasped your two palms together in front of your face like a prayer and leaned forward slightly, closing your eyes. “just for today, i promise! i remember you were really sweet when i first met you, so i thought i could ask you! i need to get a few things and i know he’s still around here, so i might run into him and his friends again. also, earlier, i uh... kinda told him i had a boyfriend to see if he would back off, but i think it just made him angrier...”

-you were talking a bit too fast for hinata’s nonexistent brain to process, but he got the gist

-basically, he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of some guy that wouldn’t leave you alone

-it almost sounded like a dream come true

-except for the fact this was all fake and he wasn’t actually your boyfriend

-BUT HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU AND PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING HE WANTED TO BE

-AND PROTECT YOU

-AND HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU

-but...

- “err, how do i do that?”

-you looked back up at him questioningly. “do what?”

-he looked off to the side in embarrassment. “w-well, i’ve never really dated anyone, so i’m not sure how to act and make it believable...”

-you clasped his hands making him even more flustered and jumped up in excitement

- “so you’ll do it??”

-he could only manage to nod in response

- “great! ahhhh, thank you so much! you don’t know how much i appreciate this! as for the acting... well, we just have to do couple-y things. y’know, hold hands, stand close to one another, feed each other, take pictures together, kiss, all that stuff. just follow my lead!”

-did his ears deceive him?

-did you just say

-kISS??

-he?? was going to get?? to?/ kisS yOu?//dfokgjif

-he definitely looked like an idiot right now

-wide eyes glazed over, mouth opened slightly for the soul leaving his body, a grey and sickly pale complexion, stomach twisting from nerves and butterflies

-noya and tanaka would be so jealous

-and possibly kill him so they could replace him as your pseudo boyfriend

- “hinata? what’s wrong, d-did i say something?”

-your concerned voice brought him back to earth

-gazing into your cute, confused eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled

- ‘im acting so uncool right now! y/n needs my help!’

-he mustered up the courage to flash you a determined smile and a thumbs up. “i’ll be the best fake boyfriend you could ever ask for!”

-you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat

-you chuckled at his genuine display and smiled back. “then in that case, would you mind tagging along as i pick up a few things?”

-he could barely hold himself together when you clasped his hand and scooted close to him

-so close he could smell a pleasant scent wafting from you

- ‘i cant believe this is happening im holding her hand agAIN was this meant to be—‘

-and then his mind went blank for like the hundredth time in the last several minutes

-he followed you around, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart and ignore the warmth that remained on his cheeks

-how could you be so calm when you two were holding hands for so long?? (kags: it means she doesnt like u)

-he was both elated and terrified at the same time

-hinata couldn’t help but relish the way your fingers felt interlocked with your own

-how you slightly swung your arms together as you walked

-the way your eyes shone as you talked so casually with him

-the crinkle of your eyes and the sweet sound of your laugh when he said something that was apparently funny

- ‘fjjkdjnf i made her laugh‘

-he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair brushed your face when you leaned forward to inspect an item on a shelf

- “this is kinda cute, don’t you think?” you held up a small plush of a hedgehog

- “y-yeah, adorable!” but i’m not talking about the hedgehog

-it was no surprise to him, really, to see why you were so popular with everyone

-what’s not there to like? aside from your stunning beauty and intelligence, you were naturally charming and radiated an aura that just drew others in

-two hours passed and you both ended up sitting at a table, hands linked together across the table’s surface

- “ah, i need to answer this,” you breathed out, letting go of his hand to rummage your bag and answer your ringing phone

-ngl his hand was already getting cold and he missed your touch

-after a few nods and short replies, you ended the call and stood up

- “well, now that i’ve gotten everything, i have to head home now. ..”

- “oh... i-i mean, oh, alright! uhh, it was nice um, shopping with you!”

-his heart sank a bit now that this blissful time had come to an end

-disappointment seeped in hello darkness my old friend

-you, too, were a bit dismayed. you never expected to have enjoyed your time with him that much

-how come you never saw him at school? you definitely would’ve loved to get to know him more...

- “y-yeah, i had a good time, too! er, shopping, i mean! thanks again for following me around, though. you’re really sweet, hinata. i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help...”

- ‘come on, this is your chance!’

-boyo took another deep breath and opened his mouth to say, “y/n, could we do this again som--”

- “y/n! heyyy, i’ve been looking for you, sweet cheeks!”

-you both whipped around to see a group of guys approaching your table

-quickly, you pulled hinata close to you and whispered in his ear, “act natural.”

-nAtUral?????

-nodding, he stood up straighter and hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist

-then stiffened in fear when you were both surrounded by a group of guys who were all way taller than him

-you gave the boys a suspicious eye and scooted closer into hinata’s touch

-“what do you want? for the last time, i am not going out with you. don’t you know anything about respecting other people? besides, i’m already with someone,” you huffed

-the one in the front cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you two

-he had silky dark hair, smooth skin, a captivating gaze, and a smirk that could creep right under your skin

-“you expect me to believe small fry’s your boyfriend? him? with YOU? you could do so much better, buttercup. I could make you feel so good.”

-hinata could tell this guy was bad news. really bad news. he was the type who wouldn’t take no for an answer

- ‘ahhh, what do i do?? if i just stand here, he’s gonna keep harassing her! and possibly even hurt her...’

-the guy inched closer to you, much to your obvious discomfort as you stepped back, and he reached out to touch your cheek

-but hinata was quicker, and he slid in front of you before the guy could lay a finger on you

- “leave her alone! she obviously wants nothing to do with you.”

-the fiery glint in his eye was almost enough to make the other guy back off, but his pride wouldn’t let him

-angry, he instead grabbed fistfuls of hinata’s collar and spat in his face, “say that again, shorty.”

-hinata continued to stare into the other guy’s eyes daringly and grabbed a hold of his wrist in response

- “she said no. quit harassing a girl who’s made it clear she’s not interested, or else.”

- “or else what.”

-his grip on the guy’s wrist tightened and his eyes sharpened. “you’ll have to get through me, first.”

- “tch,” the taller male scoffed. he let go of hinata, pushing him back and glaring as he did so. then he glanced over at you still standing behind the orange-haired boy

- “bet you’ll get bored of shortstack over here soon enough. i’ll be waiting,” he remarked with a wink

-then he and his friends turned and walked away, disappearing from view

-hinata, who’s been running on pure adrenaline during this whole encounter, then collapsed on the floor from all the excitement and terror he tried to contain

- “h-hinata?!” you gasped, using your arms to support his sluggish body

- “ahhh... i thought he’d at least swing at me, but i got lucky...”

-he sounded breathless

-however, the last thing he expected was the soft press of your lips on his cheek

- “thank you, hinata. i really appreciate the way you stood up for me back there. no one’s ever really done that for me.”

-how many times can you die and come back to life in the same day?? p sure hinata’s broken the record for that by now

- “o-o-o-of course! i couldn’t just let him keep thinking that going after you like this is o-okay! i-i didn’t even do much, i-i mean you’ve been standing up to this guy for weeks, this was the least i could do to help--”

-and you were huGGING HIM

-he awkwardly returned the gesture, eyes wide with shock as he patted your back

- “i mean it. thank you. i hope he backs off, but...” you bit your lip and pulled away

- “w-what’s wrong...?”

-you sighed. “i have a feeling he’s still going to be bothering me for a while. i hate to ask this of you, but...”

- “could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit longer? at least until he gets the hint and stops...?”

-did this mean...

- ‘dating’ you at scHOOL???

-kageyama and tsukki will never let him live it down, he could already imagine their comments

- “why’d she pick you of all people for this job?? you’re so?? you???”

- “couldn’t she have chosen to be with someone more believable??”

-he shook his head from his thoughts

- “i-is that a no?” you asked worriedly

- “n-no! i mean, yes! i mean, ignore that! i can pretend for as long as you need, y/n.”

- “ahhh, thank you so much, hinata! i promise i’ll treat you to something in return!” you brought him back in a hug, swaying side to side in glee

-you both stood up after you let go. “we should exchange numbers!” you suggested

- ‘oh my gawd, im getting her number rdftegiuofref’

-tanaka and noya would be so proud tho

-you quickly typed down your contact information on his phone before handing it back to him. “alright, here you go, just give me a text! i have to go now.”

-you picked up your bags and gave him a parting smile. “i’ll see you at school! get home safe!”

-and with that, you were on your way

-he stood there and watched as you left, holding onto the cheek you had kissed earlier

-he couldn’t believe it

extra:

-he had texted you after he got home, giggling like a lovesick preteen (was he not thooo LOL) as he was reading your messages and sharing memes with you

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : oh ye btw, who’s your teacher? also, where do you usually hang out? just so i know where to find you. i never c u around school for som reason

me: oh rlly? thats strange... (pretending like he doesnt hide from you lol) im usually in the courtyard during lunch or in the gym for volleyball practice, and i have class with ms. akio

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : WE’RE IN THE SAME CLASS??? omg im so sorry, i never noticed :((

me: oh no its okay! i sit all the way in the back, so

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : well, i’ll make sure to greet you next time :) ! we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more now, so

-he was still smiling like an idiot when natsu burst open his bedroom door

- “where’s my candy?!”

-shit, you probably took it with all your other bags by accident

- “uhhh....”

- “shoyooooo! you owe me, big time!”

-he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i’ll buy you twice as much tomorrow.”

-he went back to typing away at his phone

-natsu raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “whatcha doinnn?”

- “nothing, go away.”

- “you’ve been on your phone all day!”

- “and?”

- “are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?”

- “n-no!”

- “then why are you blushinggg?? moommm! shoyo has a girlfriend!” then she added to her brother, “can i see her?? is she pretty??”

-he just groaned, putting a hand up to his face to cover his blush, and nodded

a/n: OKAY this def took me longer than i thot AAHAHA but no ragrets. ty for your request, anon, i rlly enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it! there will be a part 2, ill try to get that done soon >.> stay tuned hehe. msg me or send me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist cx <3 have a great day or night, lovelies, wherever you are

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Wilhelm + Rhea - I’m pregnant.

Something was wrong, Seiros was sure of it. She staggered back to her cot after running a cool, damp cloth over her face, and flopped down with little grace. She groaned as she clutched her abdomen, praying to the Goddess that the world would stop spinning so much.

Someone must have poisoned her. Or rather, is poisoning her because this is the fifth day in a row she’s woken up like this.

“Seiros!” A singsong voice floated through the opening of her tent, all bright and chipper.

“Come in,” Seiros managed to call out, gulping as she felt her stomach heave again.

It was Rowena, which was probably good considering her current situation. How Cichol had ever managed to find, woo, marry, and have a child with such a woman so…different from himself had always been a mystery. But it was times like these that Seiros was thankful she was around.

Rowena frowned when she spotted her companion curled up on her cot. “Another rough morning?” she asked, producing some herbs from her bag and setting them down on the desk. She pushed aside some of the war maps and got to work making a nausea remedy.

“We really must…find whoever’s...responsible for this,” Seiros grumbled.

Rowena brought over the concoction and wordlessly handed it over. As Seiros brought it to her mouth, she caught her friend’s knowing, and worryingly smug grin. She gulped anxiously and asked, “What?”

“I think I know who’s responsible,” Rowena teased, “You might want to have a word with Wilhelm.”

“Why would he be poisoning me?”

“Poisoning?” Rowena’s gleeful laugh filled the tent, though Seiros was still at a loss as to why, “Oh my dear, please tell me all this war planning and scheming hasn’t clouded your head that much!”

“I…I don’t understand…”

Rowena reached out and took Seiros’ hands in hers, and gently pulled her up into a sitting position. “Seiros, my dear,” she said softly, breathlessly happy for her friend, “You’re pregnant.”

“…I’m…what?”

Rowena chuckled. “Don’t worry. That news always takes a moment to sink in.”

“I’m what?”

“Expecting, Sweetie.”

“But… I…I can’t be pregnant!” Seiros cried, “We’re fighting a war! I’m leading the war! A…and Wilhelm and I… I mean… We did, but he’s human and I’m…not…” She gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth as it finally, finally hit. “Oh Goddess I’m pregnant.”

“I don’t think you have much to worry about,” Rowena assured her, “It isn’t unheard of for our kind to have children with humans. And it’s not like you’ll be in this alone. I’ll be here, and so will the others. And of course there’s Wilhelm.”

“Oh Goddess…Wilhelm!” Seiros exclaimed, “I…I have to tell him!”

“Knowing Wilhelm I imagine he’ll be rather excited, too,” Rowena added.

“But what about the others?” Seiros demanded, “Cichol and Indech I’m not too worried about, but Macuil will be furious, I know it.”

“Oh don’t you worry about that old windbag,” Rowena sighed, “If he gives you any problems, send him to me.” She suddenly clapped her hands together, bouncing a little in excitement. “Oh little Ceth will finally have someone she can play with!”

“I’m pregnant,” Seiros murmured, suddenly feeling nauseous for a different reason. This was something completely out of her wheelhouse. She could lead an army. She could wield a sword. She could kick anyone’s ass with just her fists if she had to.

She could not picture herself as a mother.

She sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands, trying not to think too deeply about how this was going to affect her war against Nemesis.

“Oh Wilhelm! What perfect timing!” Rowena greeted cheerfully.

“Very funny, Wena,” Seiros groaned.

“Oh! I’m…sorry… Is this a bad time?”

Her head snapped up in an instant. “Wilhelm! No, it’s… Actually Rowena’s right: it’s perfect timing,” she said quickly.

“I’ll…give you two some privacy,” Rowena said, making her way to the door of the tent. She slipped out quickly, but Seiros could tell by the shadow cast against the canvas walls that Rowena’s definition of “privacy” was a tad skewed.

“Is everything alright my Love?” Wilhelm asked, a look of concern marring his gentle face, “Have you been sick again?”

Seiros was momentarily lost in his warm hazel eyes, but she shook her head briskly to bring herself back. “I…yes, I have,” she admitted, “And Rowena believes she’s found out the reason why.”

“It’s not poison, is it? I swear on my life I’ll find the bastard that’s been doing this to you and—“

“It’s not…poison, Wilhelm,” Seiros cut in with a wince. She patted the space on the cot next to her, and Wilhelm readily sat down beside her. She worked her hands into his, and gave a small squeeze. “My Light,” she breathed, “I’m pregnant.”

There was a pause, as the information sunk in. Then a brilliant smile - as bright as the sun itself - worked its way onto Wilhelm’s face. “You are?” he gasped, laughing with joy. He leapt up from his seat, dragging her along with him. He twirled around the tent with her in his arms, before slowing to pull her into a tight hug. “That’s wonderful, my Love!” he sighed.

Then he stopped, pulling away while still holding tight to her arms. “That…is wonderful, right? I… If you’re not… What I mean is, I know you’ve got your own—"

She put a finger on his lips, a common action of hers whenever the excitable man began to ramble. “It…it is wonderful,” she assured him, “I just…never thought it would happen to me.”

He chuckled. “I have to admit, knowing you can I believe that,” he said, tucking a lock of her emerald hair behind a pointed ear. She cast him a playful glare and he smiled innocently in response. “But…” he continued, “Wouldn’t this mean that… Well, we’ll be a family. You, me, and the little brawler waiting to come out.”

She snorted at the thought. “I should hope the child decides to become a brawler after they are born, my Light,” she stated. But then her mood sobered, as the rest of his statement was realized. “A…family…”

He frowned when he saw her eyes beginning to glaze over. “If it’s too soon, my Love, I…”

“No. No, it’s…” Tears began to form in her eyes, and slowly a large smile spread across her face. She could barely contain her joy as she uttered, “I’ll have a family again.”

— — —

She held the bundle close to her chest, still exhausted and sore. But a tiny hand had a tight hold of her finger, and wide, green eyes stared up at her. The child in her arms giggled, then, and tightened his grip.

“He’s incredible,” Wilhelm breathed as he watched over her shoulder, “So…small. But incredible.”

“He’ll grow to be a great Emperor someday,” Seiros sighed, looking up to meet the gaze of the newly-crowned Emperor of Adrestia.

“Hopefully he’ll know more of what he’s doing,” Wilhelm stated anxiously.

Seiros reached for her Light’s hand. “He’ll have an excellent role model,” she assured him gently.

In her arms, little Lycaon reached for his Papa and smiled.

— — —

AN: Ok, hear me out... This is my take on Rhea and Wilhelm. We don’t really know a whole lot and the stuff we do know comes from fairly shaky sources. We know Rhea - then Seiros - had some kind of relationship with Wilhelm but we don’t know the extent. We also know Wilhelm had a son, but we don’t know with who.

So what if Rhea is the matriarch of the Hresvelg legacy?

I’m going to expand on this more later, but for now I wanted to first, answer this prompt, and second, cover something I probably wasn’t going to cover in my longer fic.

So here are my headcanons that appear here and will likely pop up later:

Rhea and Wilhelm genuinely loved each other. They met when Rhea was in a dark place, having lost her family and unsure of where to turn next. Wilhelm was a kindhearted farmer who wanted to help her out, saved her life from some of Nemesis’ men by sacrificing himself, and was then saved by her in turn when she gave him her Crest in the healing process. From there, their relationship blossomed. Rhea calls him her “Light” because he brought light and warmth back into her life when she thought it was all gone (much like how El views Byleth...hmm, symbolism...)

Rhea tells Wilhelm that Nemesis destroyed her family, but doesn’t go into details. He respects her enough to not push for more answers, though he is curious. He always hopes that one day she’ll trust him enough to open up.

The other Saints join the fight against Nemesis at Rhea’s insistence, but they stay for Wilhelm. He’s a charismatic guy, a hell of a warrior, and a kindhearted man, and he wins over Cichol and Indech with little effort. Macuil, however, never trusts him and acts like the scary big brother protecting his little sister (Seiros).

Rowena is my take on Seteth’s wife/Flayn’s mother. I picture her as a Nabatean, just not one of the powerful saints. (I always kinda pictured it like a hierarchy of Sothis first, then the Children of the Goddess/Saints, then lesser Nabateans forming the bulk of the community.) Like Flayn, she’s mostly a healer and has a bubbly personality. She brings out the fun and happiness in Seteth, and after her death he struggles to feel such things again. Her loss was heavily felt by all, due to how friendly she was with everyone.

The reason Edelgard doesn’t look more like Rhea/only has a minor Crest of Seiros, etc. is due to the fact that it’s been centuries since Rhea gave birth to Lycaon. The Nabatean traits eventually fade, as Rhea is the only Nabatean to ever continue the line in the Hresvelg family. Crest-strength and other traits shared by Nabateans eventually faded as more human genetics were added in. (This is also why I HC Flayn as having two Nabatean parents rather than just one.)

Rhea, having lost Wilhelm in the war and then watching her son grow old while she stayed young, disconnects from those types of relationships once the heartbreak becomes too much. In her altered history, she makes sure Lycaon’s mother is listed as unknown, and eventually the number of people who did know becomes only her close, remaining family. And she swears them to secrecy. Eventually, the connection she and the Church have with the Hresvelg family shifts and breaks, and it eventually becomes unimportant that the Imperial family literally wouldn’t have existed without her.

Perhaps that was a dumb decision, along with some of the other dumb decisions she made back then, but I also headcanon that Nabateans age very slowly. So while she was probably around 100+ years old by then, for a seemingly immortal being who appears to be in her 30s? 40s? nearly 1100 years later, her emotional age by that point would have been maybe late teenager? Early twenties? Around the same emotional age that Edelgard was when she decided that there would be no potential flaws in her Flame Emperor stunt. That’s not to diss either of them - it’s just that they were young, and dealing with emotional shit far too heavy for any one person to deal with. So Rhea’s choices back around year 90 through to year 100 should probably be taken with a grain of salt.

All those centuries don’t make it any easier, though, when Edelgard declares war on her ancestor unknowingly, and through all the anger and betrayal Rhea feels she can see the same passion and fire in the girl that Wilhelm once had.

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