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night-unfurls-its-splendour · 1 year

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My Favourite Moments from Chapter II of When the Longing Returns

◇ A sudden anxiety gripped Christine's heart and she stumbled.

Immediately sensible of her faltering, the Phantom turned, reaching out and taking her upper arm to steady her. The mere sensation of his stable hold eased her, but the fear that had made her stagger reminded her that those same strong hands were not beyond choking the life from a man.

He could see instantly that something in her was amiss.

Honestly i would include this whole scene before they leave the cemetery if I could.

This part specifically, I remember being very insecure about when I began writing chapter 2. Originally in my head, he took her back to the opera via an underground tunnel inside the mausoleum, but I quickly realized that would make the necessary ensuing charade much harder so I had to do some quick rejiggering. And I questioned if I should start off chapter 2 with Christine having a Saint Peter moment of falling through the water, but I'm so glad I did because there's nothing I love more than a man being reassuring, especially when you know he's capable of murder. And I love that he's so aware of her. He won't even stand for her falling and scraping her knee. And we go from that to his verbal admission of the fact that he's committed murder, but also his assurance (which I won't lie, is a direct refutation of the lyrics to "Twisted Every Way") that he does not, in fact, murder without a thought. She is not in love with a homicidal lunatic, and he will tell her everything, soon, but they just don't have time to go into it now. And Christine just accepts that. She can tell from his tone that this is not something he'll talk about easily and it only makes her want to show him comfort. 🥺🥺🥺

◇ Slowly, she drew closer to him, letting him hold her as she rested her head against his chest and felt his heartbeat under her cheek. She inhaled deeply and tried to discern each note in his unique scent: the silk of his waistcoat... the earthy tang of the subterranean tunnels he frequented... hints of many exotic spices... alcohol, but something rich and pleasant; cognac, perhaps?... and the mellow, floral sweetness of roses. It took several deep, intoxicating pulls for her to identify all these notes and there was more, much more to decipher. She would have time to apprehend them all. But not right now.

She resented that she could not remain there longer, but the clouds and fog of the early morning were thinning with the approach of dawn. Allowing herself just a few moments more in the warmth of his arms, she finally lifted her face to his.

"You must take me back now," she said grudgingly.

It's a side effect of being a twilight fan, but I love a detailed description of a scent with very specific notes. This was a late addition but I decided to go for it. Some of you know I Love me some cognac and I HAD to have that be part of Erik's personal fragrance, because my Erik is a cognac man, and this will come back later.

Christine made a huge decision and she is in sensory hypermode here. I wanted her to just enjoy the sumptuousness for a bit. And this grudging last line I have highlighted--I can hear Emmy saying this. I can just see her plaintive, sloping little eyebrows.

◇ It was a relief to no longer be haunted by her repressed emotions flapping in the back of her mind, like a bat trapped in a cage.

Favorite sentence in the chapter, quite frankly. I could have used any analogy here, but I let her be a little goth sweetheart and characterize her frantic, raging longing for him as a trapped bat.

◇ Working to calm herself, she reluctantly slid his ring from her finger and clutched it for a moment, feeling it dig into her palm; then she tucked it down the front of her bodice where she knew it would be safe.

As she did so she glanced up to look at the broad line of his back and shoulders again, and saw his head half-turned to look back at her. His mask concealed his expression, but his gaze caught hers briefly before he turned forward again.

The multitudes held in that sparkling eye as it connected with hers! He had seen her tuck the ring away; seen that she had chosen to hide it, not in a pocket, not in her sleeve, but in such an intimate area, where it would be concealed, but very much felt.

She was glad of his notice; glad to see, in his smoldering blue eye, that mixture of awe and triumph and a hundred other emotions so knotted together she could not distinguish them all.

Emboldened by the deep understanding of this silent, charged exchange, Christine took a deep breath and steadied herself as they approached the opera house.

I have talked in my author's notes about this ring and why it's so damn important to me that it's his manly ring. So let's focus on where she hides it instead.

This girl is so kinky about this and she doesn't even fully realize it yet. They are both so turned on in this moment. We've just set up that she's thinking of this ring as a symbol of him--a little piece of him to have with her all the time--and her first instinct when she can't just wear it on her finger is to put in between her breasts.

◇ "Brava, brava, bravissima~" a ghostly, melodious voice whispered from some dark corner nearby—or perhaps from within the very wall.

Christine's pulse raced and her breath shuddered at the sudden and unexpected sound of his voice, luxuriant with praise. She felt almost as though he were standing right behind her, and imagined feeling his breath on the back of her neck. She hugged herself little tighter, and the metal of the ring hidden in her bosom suddenly felt especially warm. She relished it, and wondered if he could see the blush rising in her face from wherever he was hidden.

She made no response other than these reactions, unable to risk Raoul noticing her talking, apparently, to herself; but Christine somehow knew that no other reply was needed—all was understood.

I really wanted a moment where she just gets to have that sinful little thrill in her spine. I also like making her a little bit of a freak in that she's so overwhelmed by the emotions she's letting run free after holding them back for three months that the idea of him watching her from inside the walls like a creep is really just doing it for her and she's not thinking twice about it. Her inner exhibitionist is peeking through here.

Also there's a little Depeche Mode reference in here that I failed to footnote: although it's a bit tenuous "All was understood" was inspired by the chorus of "Its No Good" off of Ultra:

Don't say you want me,

Don't say you need me,

Don't say you love me;

It's understood

Don't say you're happy

Out there without me

I know you can't be

Cuz is it's no good

◇ Christine was not a devious creature by nature, he knew. Yet how perfectly she had beguiled the vicomte. How superbly she had played the mortified ingenue, clutching at her dashing hero and shaking in terror. It had so delighted him to watch her dupe the over-righteous whelp, that he had almost laughed aloud at how absolutely the gallant idiot had swallowed her affectations of dread.

She had followed his instructions exactly, and had met every query the damned fool had posed to her with aplomb. Further, she had used her own intuition to play to vicomte's boyish affection, while simultaneously deflecting his touches with such subtlety that the Phantom himself would almost have been convinced that nothing had changed in her feelings for her erstwhile lover, had he not known her face and mannerisms so well. He could see her underlying coolness at the stripling's touch—especially because he could now compare it to the warmth she had exuded at his own.

I love writing him dunking on Raoul so much. And him reveling in the fact that Christine is so committed, she's actively behaving in ways she wouldn't normally condone so they can be together. It's just nice for him.

◇ It seemed disrespectful to use her image for his self-gratification. But he loved her—deeply, purely—and his love and his desire were an endless loop of each other. Each produced and consumed the other—the head and tail of the same serpent, eternally swallowing itself in an unremitting spiral.

Haha, just some casual ouroboros imagery in the semi-smutty chapter, no biggie. 😘😜

No, actually, I spent a lot of time crafting this wording. Really what made me think of this was the conversation in Sex, Lies, and Videotape where Graham (James Spader) says "I heard somewhere once that men fall in love with the women they're attracted to, while women become more and more attracted to the men that they fall in love with." Or something to that effect. Then I started thinking of love and lust as a chicken-and-the-egg type of conundrum, paired it with the fact that Erik really isn't sure which kick-started his attraction to Christine, and this is where I ended up.

#when the longing returns #poto fanfiction #phan phic #the phantom of the opera #erik the phantom #poto erik #erik poto #eristine #christine daae #christine x erik #erik x christine #e/c #poto e/c

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underoosweb · 2 years

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Live stream

Andrew Garfield X Fem!reader

Andrew accidentally live streams and things get a little steamy

18+: suggestive themes, teasing

Y/N stared at her boyfriend’s wide-open arms. Andrew smiled at her, his hands making a grabbing motion.

“Come on, love. Come and sit here with me.”

“In between your legs?” His eyes lit up and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. He nodded. She smiled and crossed her arms over her chest

“I feel like I’m being set up here.”

“What? No, come on. Please.” He pouted, she shook her head, giggled, and slid in between his legs. His arms wrapped around her waist automatically.

“What were you doing?”

“Oh, just scrolling through Instagram.”

“Your fans are probably dying for you to upload a photo, a video, damn maybe even just a meme. Give the thirsty people what they want baby.” Y/N stated with a smile on her face. Andrew laughed and kissed her cheek.

“They want me to upload or you?” She shrugged

“Well, I mean who wouldn’t want to see you. Look at you.” Y/N turned to place her hand on his cheek

“My handsome baby boy.” Andrew blushed leaning into her hand

Y/n could hear the phone buzzing on the kitchen counter. She rolled her eyes, pulling her way and moving to get up. Andrew held onto her waist tighter, his lips lightly brushing against her neck

“Ignore it.”

“Baby..”

“Just wanna hold you and talk. No interruptions.” She looked down at his puppy dog eyes

“Please?” She groaned, leaning back against his chest

“Ugh, why are you so cute?” Andrew smiled, her head resting against his shoulder. Y/N continued to hear her phone buzz on the kitchen counter.

“Speaking of pictures…”

“What? Are you in a Peter Parker mood?” He laughed

“I’m talking about the Polaroids I took of you a couple of days ago, remember?” She felt his teeth nibble her neck. She froze.

“Yeah, I remember…”

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” He trailed kisses down her neck, she nodded. Her breathing getting heavy. Andrew noticed and smirked.

“I was thinking…” His hand trailed to the top of her sweatpants, playing with the strings

“Yeah?” She gasped out

“I should take some more, maybe…” His hand slipped into her sweatpants, playing with the top of her underwear.

“Maybe photos of my cock inside of you, completely covered in your c-” They jumped when they heard a loud crash. Y/N looked over, her phone on the kitchen floor continuing to buzz.

“Shit!” She jumped up from his lap. The buzzing had stopped. She sighed in relief

“Luckily it didn’t crack, I think I would have cried. It’s brand new.” Andrew didn’t care about the phone, Y/N met his eyes, his pupils were fully blown. Y/N looked down, the obvious tent in his sweatpants. She smirked, slowly taking off her over-sized shirt. By the time her shirt come off over her head; he was there in front of her. His hands cupped her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped. He leaned and she jumped from the phone buzzing again, Andrew groaned.

“Ignore it.”

“I can’t, they keep calling.”

“Who is it?” Y/N looked down and her brows furrowed

“It’s your manager.” Andrew’s brow rose

“Why didn’t he call me and just leave a message?” Y/N shrugged

“No idea.” She answered the phone and put it on speaker

“Um, Hi Jack. What’s up?”

“Fucking finally! I’ve been calling for the last 30 fucking minutes!”

“Is something wrong?” Worry in her voice

“ANDREW HAS BEEN LIVE STREAMING FOR THE PAST HOUR AND EVERYONE KNOWS AND CAN HEAR WHAT YOU TWO WERE SAYING AND DOING!” Y/N and Andrews’s heads flew up, eyes wide and panicked

“FUCK!” Andrew yelled. Y/N stood there staring at her boyfriend as he frantically looked for his phone

“WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!” Y/N choked back a laugh.

“LOVE, THIS ISN’T FUNNY!”

“Baby?” he looked over at her, she pointed to the other couch cushion. Andrew quickly picked up the phone, he stared at his feet through the phone.

“SORRY!” He yelled ending the live stream.

“I can’t wait to see the news articles about this. I’m pretty sure tik tok and twitter are all over this already.” Andrew groaned; running his fingers through his hair

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

“Don’t worry about it, just next time double-check what you click on.” He nodded, Y/N felt her phone buzz again. Mom flashed on the screen

“Shit!” her eyes widened, Andrew ran over to her

“Shit!”

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew!peter parker #andrew garfield x you #fanfic #andrew garfield fanfiction #andrew garfield imagine

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ptergwen · 2 years

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love day

w/c: 0.5k

warnings: the tiniest bit of suggestiveness towards the end

a/n: happy valentine’s day besties! i love y’all the mostest and i hope it’s been a good one :,) thank you to everyone who sent in requests omg i don’t think i’ll be able to get to all of them but i did read through each and they were adorable + i took inspo from a couple to write this ! on that note sending so much love and as always enjoy xo

the sound of your phone buzzing wakes you from your sleep. a grin instantly spreads across your features as you reach over and check it, seeing there’s a text from peter.

meet me outside <3

a few moments later, your phone vibrates again.

happy vday btw :) i love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

you snicker at the screen and practically jump out of your bed to get dressed, with far more energy than you’d normally have this early on a monday morning. this is no ordinary monday morning, though. it’s valentine’s day. it’s the day of love, the day to celebrate those nearest and dearest to you.

fittingly, you and peter decided to spend it together.

once you’re ready, you dash out the door and descend the stairs to your building. you find peter waiting for you outside like he’d said. your jaw drops at the sight of him.

peter has a bouquet of roses in one arm, and a teddy bear that’s almost the size of you in his other. he laughs softly at your reaction, you racing over to him.

“oh my god, pete! is all this for me?” you giggle. “duh! only the finest for my girl on love day,” peter beams and holds out the roses to you. he sighs in relief when you take them from him. “i would’ve came to get you, but i couldn’t make it up the stairs,” he explains.

you inhale the sweet scent of the roses before throwing an arm around peter’s neck. his chin rests on your shoulder, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“thank you so much, baby. these are beautiful,” you peck peter’s cheek. “you’re welcome, y/n. happy valentine’s day, angel,” peter flashes you a toothy smile, capturing your lips in a quick kiss.

he raises one of the bear’s paws so it waves at you.

“don’t forget about this little guy,” he reminds you. you quirk a brow. “little? that thing is bigger than i am,” you joke, but swap peter the bouquet for the teddy bear. “he’s gonna be such a good cuddler, i can feel it already,” you pout as you squeeze the bear in both arms. “better than i am?” peter challenges.

“no one’s better than you are,” you affirm, going in for another kiss that peter happily reciprocates. he then kisses your temple, his lips lingering there. “will you be my valentine?” he murmurs. “yeah, you cheeseball. i thought we already established that,” you poke at your boyfriend’s torso playfully.

peter responds by grabbing your waist and burying his face in your shoulder, where he leaves more kisses. you gently thread your fingers through his styled curls that tickle your cheek.

“let’s go inside, pete. i wanna give you your gifts, too,” you tell him, twisting a curl around your index finger. “you are my gift,” he dismisses. with a knowing smile, you tilt your head down towards him. “then you’ll love what i’ve got in store,” you purr.

peter’s heartbeat picks up from your suggestive tone. he pulls away to look into your eyes, his own glazed over.

“in that case, lead the way.”

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ziee · 3 years

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Yb x Reader (Relax)

"Fucking hell.." You rubbed your aching shoulder, wincing as your fingers dug into a knot. Closing the door to your home behind you, you dropped your bag beside your door and headed towards your room.

That was odd.. You were sure you turned the lights off before leaving this morning.. Standing in front of your door, you slowly turned the knob. The door creaked as you pushed it open, stepping inside and looking around.

Looking behind the door, a hand shot out from the shadows and grabbed your arm. You screamed, before looking to the face of your attacker. Your boyfriend. "Peter! Oh my god, don't do that to me." You whined in his arms as he rested his head into the crook of your shoulder. Your back was pressed against his chest as he took in your smell.

"Hah, I'm sorry dear. How was work?" You moved your head around, making him release his hold and pull his head back. Giving him a death glare, he got the message. "Aw, you know, if you just came and lived with me.." He trailed off as you sighed.

"No, I don't want to put you with the responsibility of taking care of us both. Besides, even though it's exhausting working at the diner, I love it." You leaned your head into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around your sweaty back.

"I should have a shower." You mumbled, not really wanting to move anytime soon. He hummed, petting your hair.

"Why don't we have a bath?" He suggested.

"We?" You looked up at him and smirked, understanding his message. He gazed softly down at you.

"I want to make you feel good darling.. And after such a long day, wouldn't a nice bath work wonder?"

"Yeah, 'bath'." You removed yourself from him, grabbing your towel from behind your door. "But sure babe, let's take a bath together."

Once everything had been set up, by mostly Peter. Candles drenched the bathroom sink, as the smell wafted throughout the room. You placed your towel neatly on top of the toilet, as you waited for your boyfriend to join you.

He walked into the room not even a second later, carrying a pink loofa. You must have made a confused face eyeing it because your boyfriend soon explained. "To wash your back." You nodded, smiling as he made such an effort to give you a relaxing evening.

Although you and your boyfriend had undressed in front of each other many times, you were still a little embarrassed. He took off his shirt, motioning you to do the same. Gladly, your shirt was drenched in sweat stains from running around all day. Your pants were no different, dried syrup and milk had been spilled on your clothing more than once.

You threw off your shirt, before bending over and slipping off your pants. He did the same, the both of you now standing in your undergarments. Deciding to be the big girl, you unlatched your bra, breathing in relief as you threw it a little too hard on the floor. Stupid bra.

Your boyfriend watched your performance in amusement, staring directly at your chest. You looked up at him and covered your tits, faking a gasp. You both laugh, easing the slight tension in the room. The both of you then undressed fully.

"Ladies first." He gestured towards the filled bathtub. You nodded and dipped your foot into the water. Warm. Submerging yourself into it, you moaned in pleasure as warmth surrounded your pain-filled body. Your boyfriend followed you in, flinching at the water temperature, but getting in fully after adjusting.

"Mmm.." You tilted your head up, looking at the ceiling as you floated in the water.

"Feel good?" Your boyfriend asked, staring at you with his big, blue eyes. You fought a nod, turning around in the water, then scooting back against his naked chest.

"Now it is." You rested your head against his chest, feeling his deep intakes of breath as he wraps his arms around your stomach. The 2 of you lay in silence.

"Here, let me.." He shifts, pushing you outwards a bit as you let your head tilt forward, your back bending. Lifting his hands up, he sets them on top of your shoulders. Softly, he starts massaging your worn-out skin.

"Oh gooddd, don't stop.." You moan, rolling your head. You could feel his satisfactory grin behind you as he kneads your shoulders, moving down towards your back, rolling the knots out before coming back up.

You sigh as you get pampered. A few minutes pass as he massages you. His hands slowly wander down, as you raise your eyebrow. Softly rubbing your arms, he lowers as he stops at your waist. "Mmm.." You moan out, urging a twitch from a becoming hard phallus under you.

He clutches your breasts in his two hands, sopping them up with water as he rubs your nipples. You slowly turn your waist, grinding against his erection from under the water. "Is this what you meant by bath..?" You whisper out, already feeling a spike of heat in between your thighs as he continues to rub.

"Not in the slightest, but I'm glad it's happening." He nuzzles your neck, flicking your nipples between his fingers as he licks your skin. Opening his jaw wide, without warning, he bites down hard onto you. You squeal, starting to pant from the heat and pain from the bite. Removing his teeth, he licks at the shallow wound as it starts to grow red.

His cock, now standing at full attention, writhed from behind you. You could feel it pressed against your cheeks as you leaned forward. He released your breasts and bent you over, your hands clutching the sides of the tub as your ass rose from the water.

"Ugh- Please hurry and put it in." You mumble, arching your back as you seductively sway your ass back and forth. He watched as your thighs jiggled with your movements, sticking out his long tongue as he licked his dry lips.

You stared ahead, looking at the ground as you eagerly waited for him to fuck you. Hearing small splashes and movements, you jolted as a wet tip came into contact with your soaked lips. And it wasn't just from the water.

"With pleasure, darling." He growled, before thrusting his hips. He slid in easy, and fast. Spreading you, filling you up. Your skin hot as it grows hotter from the activity at hand. You clutch harder onto the porcelain, your knuckles growing white.

"How do you feel love?" His breathy voice runs to your ear, hot pants against your shakey back.

"Ah-.. So good.." Barely needing to talk, you hint at wanting more by pressing yourself into him. He slides further into you, earning a throaty groan from your grey lover. You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he prepares to pull out, only to slam back inside you.

Sweat and water run down your face as you stumble to catch your breath. You gasp, inhaling the hot air from the steam as well as the scent of the ongoing burning candles.

His large hands move onto your back, settling onto the fat that surrounds your pretty little skeleton. Your whines and cries have him thumping against you as if a bunny in heat. He pulls back and forth with such drive. Slapping of skin becomes louder in the small white room.

Your mind goes hazy with lust. The need for more pleasure. Your back arches as he pounds into you, reaching the place that sends sparks down your cunt. You cry as he repeatedly hits your spot, halting at nothing as if your voice falls on deafened ears.

"M-More!" You shout, your head drooping low to the porcelain as your knees grow wobbly. Your boyfriend complies, roughly grabbing into your skin for leverage as he speeds up. How? You don't know, he goes even faster than before.

You choke on your saliva as you drool, trapped in the need to cum and not caring what you looked like. You release onto him, soaking him in your fluids as he continues to rut into you. Like the beast he is, he goes on and on. Torturing you in oversensitivity as tears fall from your eyes.

It was too much, but he intends to give it to you good. And that he does. He grunts, rolling out a low groan as he cums inside your abused hole. Your walls soaked in his liquids, you lean over the tub, wasted as he pulls out. The white mixture drops from his tip and your hole into the water, soiling itself.

Your boyfriend helps clean you up, washing up the sweat and among other things before pulling you from the water. He dries you, helps clothe you, before placing you into bed.

"Did I help you relax?"

"Yes, thank you." You kiss him goodnight.

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writing-wh0re · 3 years

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Heyyy could I get some virgin!boyfriend!peter and virgin!girlfriend!reader, going down on each other for the first time and kinda discovering each other kinks like the reader likes being called a good girl and Peter loves having his hair pulled 🤪😩 sorry this is very specific lmaooo I trust u bby do whatever you want !!💜

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Parker x Female Reader

Words: 1,563.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal Intercourse, Loss of Virginity, Unprotected Sex, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Hair Pulling, Handjob, Soft Peter.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this!

*I think I'm slowly finding it hard to write for Peter because yes, I love him but just not as excited when writing* - But I'll figure this out.

Spending the weekend with Peter was something I was looking forward to this whole week. Finally time to ourselves, time alone that I hope we will both take advantage of and take our love to the next step.

I reach Peter’s apartment, using my key to let myself in as a peaceful silence hits my ears. I sigh in relief, thankful that Ned and Betty were away for the weekend and had already left. I rush to Peter’s room, dumping my overnight bag on the hardwood floor before making my way into the ensuite bathroom, wanting to get out of my work clothes.

The lukewarm water hits my skin, allowing my eyes to flutter closed in pure bliss at the feeling of relaxation. My day washes off my skin, happy to be taking it slow for the first time in nine hours. I don’t hear Peter call my name or his footsteps as I wash my body, the smell of my mango soap filling the air.

“Ah, baby there you are.”

I jump at the sound of his voice, a small yelp escaping my lips causing the tall brunette to chuckle at me.

“Jesus.”

“Sorry, did I ruin your peace and quiet.” Peter opens the shower door, the cool gush of air causing goosebumps to liter my skin. His eyes trail up my body, a proud smirk dancing across his lips.

“As a matter of fact, you did, I was enjoying my ‘me’ time.” I lean against the cool shower wall, showing more of my body to Peter which causes him to bite his lip.

“Mind if I join you?”

My heart skips a beat as I softly nod watching my boyfriend slip out of his clothes, his toned chest and arms causing a flow of arousal to pool between my thighs. I quickly look away from the god-like sight, splashing my face with some water to calm myself down.

Peter’s lips brush against my shoulder, kissing his way up my neck. I giggle at his actions, his lips causing a tingle to rush over me, excitement bubbling inside my stomach.

“I missed you.” His warm breath fans cool air across my wet skin, a love drunk smile present on my lips.

I spin around to face him, droplets of water dripping from his hair onto his nose. “I missed you more, I’ve been counting down.” I instantly blush at the words that leave my lips, knowing I sound like a complete dork.

Peter smiles at me with love and adoration, his lips kissing my nose.

“You’re adorable.”

I stand on my tippy toes, my arms wrapping around his neck allowing for our lips to meet. Peter smiles into the kiss, pushing me against the wall as I gasp, the cool tile coming into contact with my ass. Peter grabs my thigh, encouraging me to wrap my leg around his waist, I use the new angle to pull him closer to me, a soft moan escaping both of us as his cock presses against my pussy.

“Sorry baby.” Peter pulls away from me, his face filling with regret. “You’re fucking addictive.” His eyes trail up my body.

I reach out to grab his hand, pulling me closer to me again.

“Please.” Peter rests his forehead against mine, his eyes searching mine. A wave of confidence takes over me as I trail my fingers down his chest, causing his breath to hitch. Peter’s hand cups my cheek, pulling our lips together before moaning into our kiss as I slowly pump his cock up and down. His hand wraps around mine, helping guide my actions to reach his release.

Peter’s hand leaves my face, cupping my heat earning a gasp from me.

“You’re so wet.”

Butterflies erupt inside of my stomach, excitement and nerves starting to take over my senses. Peter slips his middle finger past my folds, rubbing my clit slowly as all of the nervousness washes away, replaced by pure bliss.

Peter keeps his eyes trained on his fingers, ensuring to take everything slow, both of us moaning at each other's actions. My eyes fixate on his dick, loving the sounds I am pulling from him as I continue to pump up and down, circling my hand from the base to the tip which causes a string of curse words to leave his lips. I fall to my knees, looking up at Peter through my lashes, his face filled with surprise at my sudden actions. I swipe my tongue across the tip of his cock, taking his length into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, his hand falling to the back of my head, guiding my mouth causing his hips to thurst.

“You’re good at that baby.”

“Such a good girl.”

His praise causes my clit to throb with arousal. I use my hand to cup his balls, massaging the skin as my tongue swirls around him, causing his head to tilt back and profanities to fall from his lips. I pull his cock from my lips with a pop, his strong arms pulling me up against his chest, our forehead's resting against eachother again. His finger slips back between my folds, circling my clit, my lips part with soft moans filling the air.

“I want you.”

Peter smiles at me before registering my words, causing his actions to halt.

“Please, I need you.”

Peter’s eyes search mine, looking for any doubt behind my words.

“Fuck me.”

Peter shuts the water off causing a sense of sadness to take over me.

‘Does he not want to have sex with me?’

Peter chuckles, sensing my emotions.

“I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good baby.” His words cause my breath to hitch and my heart to race. “But not in a shower, not for the first time.”

He laces our fingers together, guiding us to his queen bed, not bothering to grab a towel for either of us. I fall back onto Peter’s quilt, his body caging me against the mattress before locking our lips in a heated kiss, tongue and teeth hitting against each other, both of us excited for the next step in our relationship. Peter’s lips trail down my body, kissing and licking in between the valley of my breasts before his lips suck my thighs, littering the skin with his mark.

My fingers instantly grip onto the strands of Peter’s hair, his tongue slipping past my folds as my body tenses.

“Keep doing that.” I look down at Peter watching as his eyes flick to my fingers tangled in his hair.

His tongue goes back to circling my clit, his finger slowly slipping inside of me. A lazy smile fills my face, nothing but pleasure filling my body. Peter’s tongue causes my legs to shake, his fingers curling inside of me.

“Yes, Peter, yes.” I tug on his hair, attempting to pull him closer to my core, grinding my hips against his tongue. Peter moans against my clit, the slight vibration causing my mind to go fuzzy. My heartbeat slows, my breathing starts to become erratic as I feel the coil inside me tighten. Peter senses that I’m close, pulling away from me and earning a soft whimper.

“You’re cumming around me.”

I open and close my mouth, no words forming, another sense of nervousness settling around me.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this.”

I instantly shake my head, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of me.

“No, please, I want you so badly.”

Peter smiles at me, kissing my lips softly before lining himself up with my entrance.

“It will hurt, but only for a little, I need you to breathe for me and I’ll stop whenever you need.” I nod in response to Peter’s words, I hiss as his dick stretches my slick walls. Peter moans at the action, kissing my lips before whispering in my ear.

“You’re doing so well.”

“My gorgeous girl.”

“I love you so much Y/n.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of me, both of us moaning at the deeper angle.

“I love you Peter.” I whisper, rocking my hips up slightly. His hand falls to my hip, holding me still as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, building up a comfortable rhythm.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“So good, god Peter.”

“Such a good girl.” My pussy clenches around him as he praises me, a soft chuckle falling from his lips, knowing what he is doing to me.

“I-I’m cl-close.” Peter rubs my clit, the added pleasure causing my body to flush hot, my body tenses before I feel my release wash over me. Peter’s name falling from my lips, mixed with curse words.

“Fuck, Y/n, so good.”

Peter continues to rock in and out of me, my legs shaking at the sensitivity of my core. I watch his muscles tense, his fingers grip my hips tighter as a warmth fills me. Peter captures my lips in his before he slides out of me, his cum trickling out of my warm core.

“That was amazing.” I smile, my chest rises and falls, Peter’s the same as he pulls me into his side.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you so much Peter.”

It was safe to say, our weekend was spent like no other.

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Late for The Love Of My Life: Part 1

Warning: mentions/reference of death, fluff, angst?

Pairing: Tobey! Peter Parker x Reader, Peter 2 x Reader

A/N: based off of "Cleopatra, Acoustic Demo" by The Lumineers

Master-List

Part 2 Part 3

I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actress

When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand…

As applause rose from the audience, Y/N’s eyes scanned the crowd searching for him. She was drawn out from her search when she felt a tug on the sleeve of her dress. Her eyes moved to the side of her watching MJ give a smile.

“He’s here… they both are, I know it” she hummed.

“I hope they are,” she smiled, turning back to the crowd talking out of the side of her mouth.

“Why don’t you just go backstage after bows and freshen up. I will look for the boys.”

Y/N’s smile changed from her typical post-show smile to one of relief as she turned to MJ. “Mary Jane, you are the best” she hummed leaning over to MJ, giving her a side hug.

As the cheering and applause stopped the cast made their way off stage, MJ and Y/N linked arms walking to their shared dressing room. Dropping Y/N off at the door frame she gave her shoulder a quick squeeze before taking off to find Harry and Peter.

Letting out a sign Y/N changed from her costume into a robe she’d brought from home. Setting her costume up in its dedicated spot before sitting at her and MJ’s shared vanity and started to take off her makeup.

After a few moments the stage makeup was gone and Y/N sat staring in the mirror before a knock on the door pulled her from her trance.

Quickly readjusting her robe, she moved over the door pulling it open. A smile graced her face as Harry greeted her back, he pulled her in for a hug.

“You two were amazing!”

“Thank you Harry.” she hummed, glancing behind the two.

“I thought I saw him in the lobby but by the time I got through the crowd to bring Peter to my booth I lost him again.” Harry placed his hand on her shoulder. “He was here though, I know he was”

“Yeah, was….he was here” she shook her head chuckling as she moved to sit back down at the vanity. “It’s always he was here… you hardly ever get he is here…” she mumbled under her breath. “You two shoul-”

“We are not celebrating without you Y/N.” MJ cut her off. “This wasn’t just my big break tonight, it was yours to and beside-”

MJ paused as the door opened, popping his head through the crack, Peter smiled.

“Sorry I’m late. I thought we were all gonna meet at the stage door” he entered the dressing room closing the door.

Standing from her spot Y/N let out a sign of relief as she made her way over to Peter pulling him in for a hug.

“You were spectacular” he smiled into Y/N's shoulder before pulling away and kissing her cheek. “You were great too Mary Jane” he looked over to her and Harry.

“I’m glad you liked it Pete” MJ hummed.

Taking his hand in hers, Y/N smiled “I was a little nervous there for a minute, you weren’t in your seat and I couldn’t see you in the crowd”

“Yeah, a little old lady and her husband took my spot and I wasn’t about to fight her so I had to find an open seat in the back” he chuckled.

“Well why don’t Peter and I leave you guys to change, then after I will be treating the four of us to dinner and drinks” Harry threw his arm around MJ, “How's that sound to you?”

MJ nodded before Harry turned to Peter and Y/N, “How about it?”

“I could do food.” Y/N hummed, to which Peter agreed.

So the boys left the room waiting for their ladies. As the night carried on, Peter and Y/N had long since left Mary Jane and Harry to each other for the night. They made their way to Central Park walking along the path.

“I mean it Y/N you were absolutely breathtaking tonight” Peter turned to her, swinging their hands back and forth.

Letting out a chuckle Y/N hummed leaning into Peter as they walked, kissing his cheek. “You have said that about 10 times now” resting her head on his shoulder and Peter’s head instantly went to rest against hers, Y/N’s eyes glancing up to the night sky watching the stars.

A soft smile came upon Peter’s face before he led them over to a park bench, sitting down on the bench, Peter’s head went to rest on Y/N’s as his hands cradled hers. His thumb ran over the back of her hands, rubbing circles over her knuckles.

Unknown to Y/N, whose eye’s still watched the sky, Peter’s eyes glanced to his coat pocket, eyeing it before deciding to settle into the comfortable silence.

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But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress

With my father in a casket, I had no plans.

The cool, crisp air nipped at Y/N and Peter as they walked through Central Park arms linked together.

A sniffle came from Y/N as she rested her head on Peter’s shoulder, gripping onto his coat a little tighter. “We should check on Mary Jane… I can’t imagine how she’s feeling after today”

Peter nodded, and the two continued to walk in silence. Letting out a sigh Peter slipped his arm fromY/N’s and took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips he kissed her knuckles. As they continued to walk Peter led them over to a park bench, sitting down Peter’s arm automatically went to wrap around her shoulder to pull her closer to him. He let out a huff before mumbling to Y/N.

“You’re gonna hate me…” he watched as Y/N turned to face him, her brows knitted in confusion.

“What do you mean?” her voice tightened in fear, her eye’s frantic.

“You’re gonna hate me…” he stated again “But Harry’s known about this since last year and he would hate me more if I didn’t do this”

Before Y/N could speak Peter moved from the bench to kneel in front of Y/N, one of his hands going into his coat pocket before pulling out a small box and with his free hand took one of her hands.

Looking down at their entwined hands, her free hand went to her mouth to conceal the silent sobs as Peter spoke.

“Harry was the one who introduced us… he was the one who kept pushing for me to ask you out, and as soon as he learned that I got this he pushed me to ask you as soon as I could…” He took his hand from hers to open the small box before his hand returned to her grasp.

Moving her eyes from their hands to the box, she let a full sob escape her lips as she leaned forward onto Peter’s shoulder to support herself.

“It seems only fitting that Harry was the one who made this the right time to ask” he hummed resting his head against her as she buried her face into his neck.

“Y/N, Somehow… by some way of Harry… He knew we were gonna be together way back in high school… and I look at today, and what he and MJ shared…” he paused “I don’t want you to wake up one day and lean that something happened to me… and I don’t wanna go out some day and have something happen knowing that I never asked you this question…” his hand moved once more from her hands, up to hold the side of her face. Pulling her from his neck, he rested their foreheads against each other, wiping away the tears that littered her face.

“Y/N Y/L/N… I kneel before you know…… to ask if you would do me the honor of becoming the love of my life, for the rest of my life.” he brought the ring box into her hands, and placed it into hers.

The two sat in silence, as Y/N tried to stop the tears and calm herself to speak. Her eyes never once looked up to meet Peter’s. “Pete…” her voice broke. “I-... I don’t know what to say” she brought one of her hands up to hold Peter’s jaw, he leaned into her touch. Her eyes finally met his, sorrow swimming in hers. “Peter… I don-” she stopped herself unsure how to phrase it. She looked down at the ring box in her hands before her eyes went back to Peters “... This isn’t a no.” she stated. “But….. I can’t… Not today, not after Harry” she shook her head.

Taking her hand from his jaw, she closed the ring box and placed her hand on Peter’s shoulder and just stared at him, she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

Moving her hand from his shoulder he placed it over the not closed ring box “Keep it… and when you’re ready you can tell me okay?” nodded Y/N looked down at the box in her hands.

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But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant

Sitting next to Mary Jane, Y/N stared at the TV not really paying attention to whatever was on. She was only pulled from her stare into the void when MJ nudged her leg.

“Y/N, are you good?” she hummed.

Looking between Mary Jane and the TV she nodded, “Yes I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“Because I asked if you wanted to get food a minute ago.” She raised her eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Letting out a sigh Y/N got up from her seat and went over to her coat, producing the box, she paused for a moment staring down at it before walking back over to sit next to Mary Jane. Opening the box she set it down infront of Mary Jane.

“What!?” She picked up the box in excitement and examined the ring. “When did Peter do it?’ her eyes widened with happiness as she looked at her glum friend.

“... The day of Harry’s funeral…”

“You’ve been engaged for four months and you’re just now telling me ho-”

“We aren’t engaged Mary Jane!” Y/N cut her off “He proposed and… I haven’t really given him an answer…”

“Why would you not give him an answer!” Mary Jane shrieked.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak but waited a few moments thinking of how to say what she wanted to. “... I told him that I wasn’t saying no…. But that I basically wasn’t saying yes either”

“Y/N, you and Peter have been together for three years now and you’ve known each other for even longer, why would you not wanna be his wife?” MJ closed the box and set it down on the couch.

“Damn being a wife” Y/N hummed “I’d be his mistress if that meant I’d still get to have him around” she picked up the box for herself, running her fingers over the smooth leather. “...I mean… I love Peter, I’d marry him in an instant…” she mumbled

“Then why haven’t you said yes?” MJ cocked her eyebrow.

Staring down at the box in her hands “I don’t know…” she sighed looking up and off into space “I guess… I guess I’m scared… I’ve only had two moments where I’ve been scared like this, where everything felt real…” she huffed before continuing “Uncle Ben’s funeral, seeing Peter feel so helpless like he was in this hole and he was never gonna be able to get out of it… watching him struggle and I was afraid for him, and afraid that I wouldn’t be able to help him” she set the box back down on the couch.

“The other time was Harry’s funeral…… He and Peter were the same age, and when he proposed he just-... he talked about my worst fear with him being Spider-Man… he kept talking about how because of what happened with Harry, if something were to happen to him an-” “And you started thinking about all of the bad stuff” Mary Jane cut her off. “Y/N…” her voice trailed off. “You can’t… you can’t think like that honey, if you start to think like that you’re not gonna be able to enjoy anything Y/N.”

Taking Y/N hands in her own, MJ gave a reassuring squeeze. “Y/N, you love Peter, Peter loves you… you shouldn’t think about the dangers of loving him this much, you should look at the joys of it. Look at everything the two of you have done, you have an apartment together, other than Peter’s hobby you both have stable jobs” she hummed “Even if he wasn’t Spider-Man the two of you would still be in the same boat, would you hesitate if he wasn’t Spider-Man?”

Y/N shook her head “Probably not”

“Then why are you doing it now?” Mary Jane took the box and placed it back into Y/N’s hands before standing from her spot on the couch and walked over to the coat rack grabbing Y/N’s coat then going back over and handing it to her.

“Now get your ass up, and the next time I see you better be because you told him yes” she smiled.

Shaking her head, taking the coat as she stood. Y/N slipped the box into its previous pocket before putting the coat itself on and made her way to the door.

“And if you don’t do it I-” MJ started

“Let me guess” Y/N stopped her “You’ll kick my ass?” she smiled as MJ nodded.

Leaving the apartment, Y/N took her phone from her pocket. Calling the one number she needed.

“Peter Parker’s phone, Peter speaking.” His voice carried from the device.

“Hi Pete” Y/N smiled as she spoke. “Are you still at the bugle?”

“Yeah, I was just about to take my lunch why?” she could hear him shuffling around.

“Can I meet you at the bugle? Maybe treat you to lunch?” a small chuckle came from the other side of the line.

“Not have to pay for lunch, hell yeah” He laughed “I’ll wait for you here.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes” she shook her head chuckling.

The bus ride to the Daily Bugle was quick to which Y/N thanked, trying not to stress out. As she stepped into the building, her eyes scanned the lobby searching for Peter. Once her eyes found his figure she snuck through the crowd, careful not to alert him to her presence since he was engaged in a conversation with someone. As she approached the person Peter was talking to left, taking a few more steps she quickly pounced on Peter placing her hands on his shoulders saying “BAH!” as she did.

His hands immediately flew up as he turned to see who had snuck up behind him, eyes wide with fear before he realized it had been Y/N. Placing one hand on Y/N’s shoulder as she laughed, his other went to his chest as he chuckled out a few breaths.

“That wasn’t funny” he laughed as Y/N bent over trying to catch her breath from laughing, after a few moments Y/N smiled standing back up, she leaned over to Peter placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes it was Pete, it totally was” she hummed, looping her arm around his as she started to lead him to the door of the building.

As they entered the bustling street Peter led the two of them to a small restaurant, after a few moments the two had been seated. Not long after food had been ordered they sat in a comfortable silence before Y/N looked to Peter with a small smile upon her face.

“Pete.”

“Hmm?” He turned his attention to her.

“Ask me.” she smiled, watching as Peter’s face turned confused.

“Ask…ask what?” he leaned forward on the table.

Looking down at her coat, her hands moved to dig around in her pockets, she locked eyes with Peter before producing the box from her pocket and slid it over to Peter.

“Ask me.” she smiled watching his eyes follow her hands, watching how they widened when she slid the box over to him.

His eyes flickered between the box and Y/N, before he took the box in his hands looking to Y/N one last time, a small smile now gracing his lips.

“You’re sure? Absolut-”

“Peter” Y/N cut him off smile growing even wider as his name sounded like a chuckle falling from her lips “Just ask me,” she laughed.

His eyes glistened with joy as his smile grew to match hers. Standing from his spot he moved to the side of the table he kneeled next to her seat, opening the box once again and took her hand in his free hand.

The two chuckled as bystanders gasped noticing what was going on in their surroundings, watching the two.

“Y/N” Peter started smiling. “We’ve been together for three years now… and you have been with me through everything, no matter how hard the time was, you stuck with me. I have loved you for as long as I can remember…” He moved to hold the box up, giving a loving squeeze to her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N… I kneel before you now…… to ask if you would do me the honor of becoming the love of my life, for the rest of my life” he smiled as Y/N moved out of her chair, kneeling down next to Peter throwing her arms around his neck, whispering into his ear.

“Yes, absolutely yes.” she smiled, Peter’s arms wrapped around Y/N’s frame, and the two kneeled together. Wrapped in each other's arms, and they stayed together in their own moment in time taking the other in.

It was the faint sound of congratulations and clapping that pulled them from their thoughts and from each other. Y/N looked at Peter, her joyful eyes meeting his gleaming ones.

Placing her hand to hold his jaw, she brought Peter’s face closer to hers and pressed her lip to his, and all at once they were wrapped up in each other once more. Pulling away from each other after a few moments, Peter rested his forehead against Y/N’s as he unwrapped his arms from her body.

His hands fumbled with the ring box as he pulled the ring from the satin cushion it sat between. Y/N watched Peter’s face, his brow furrowing in slight frustration till they relaxed as he finally freed the ring from its confines.

Her eyes followed his down to their hands as she extended her left hand, chuckling as Peter slipped the ring onto her finger.

I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life

And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry XIV

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, thoughts of self-harm and suicide, depression, some triggers might not be fully tagged.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: It’s the final day of the tournament and all are holding their breath to see who prevails.

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The arena was buoyant on the final day of the tournament. The most awaited event, the joust, was finally come. As Lord Barnes would once more be among the competitors, you were left on your own in the box with the rest of the ladies and their queen. Most of the noblemen were listed for the sport, Barnes, Rogers, Stark, and even the king.

You didn’t watch as the names were announced and the banners presented before the games commenced. Your attention wasn’t even drawn as the first clashed with their blunted staffs and galloping horses. It was much more perilous than the other contests.

You stayed away from the other women. You were not interested in humouring the queen’s false kindness nor were you interested in their chatter of things that hardly mattered to you. Sewing, birthing, loving; you didn’t care for any of it. You didn’t care for them or the men on the field. You cared for nothing in this bleak world.

As Barnes took to the saddle for his first opponent, you glanced down lazily but found your eyes drawn to clouds instead. It was bitterly cold under the grey sky, streaked with umbrous and ominous wisps. It would likely snow soon as if to mark the grand finale.

You tucked your hands into your sleeves and hugged yourself alone on the bench. You were drawn from your glowering by the rustle of skirts. The queen sat beside you and let out an airy sigh.

“Thankfully, my brother has kept clear of conflict,” she said, “in fact, he’s hardly spared another snarl for the visiting Baron.”

“Your majesty,” you muttered as the flag was waved and the horses barrelled at each other and the men pointed their long poles.

“Unless you count this,” she mused as his pole broke off the armour of the other men and sent his adversary sprawling and the other horse whinnying in a panic. You lowered your eyes meekly. “He will be eager to be away and I do hope you aid him in a speedy departure. The baron is expected to remain in the capital for the winter.”

“Yes, he is want to be gone back to the castle,” you assured her.

“It would be tragic if you were to be snowed in here. Very inconvenient and costly at that.”

“Certainly, your majesty,” you said flatly.

“You understand the urgency that will follow in the coming days,” she intoned.

“I understand but you do seem to misunderstand your brother. To think that I have any hold over him is farcical. He does as he pleases. He is a duke, I am a displaced chambermaid. That is all it is… your majesty.”

“You do not speak as a chambermaid,” she replied sharply, “my brother favours you but he still cannot overrule me, understood?”

“Your majesty, I understand my place completely,” you ceded, “would I be remiss to excuse myself?”

“For what means?”

“To find a commode,” you answered, “these game do carry on and I am distracted by my humanly needs.”

“Go off then,” she stood, “you are rather dour today. You would cast a mood over us all if you languish thus.”

“Your majesty,” you rose and made your way to the doors as she rejoined her ladies and gave a forced giggle as they welcomed her. You wondered how the nobles were trained so well in lies. Was it in their books or did their tutors include it in their curricula?

You descended the stairs without aim. You had no need of the commode, only an excuse. You stepped out into the lower stands and peered out at the field. In that moment, you could be gone. You could disappear and be away from all this misery.

You scoffed at yourself and leaned against the wooden planks. He’d find you again. You couldn’t make it far enough before he sniffed you out again. You weren’t stupid enough to try it twice, even at such an opportune moment. You would only earn yourself further punishment.

“Is something amusing, my lady?” you stood straight and looked startled to the man who emerged from the shadows of the stairway. Lord Zemo smirked and came to stand arm to arm with you as he looked out across the stadium.

“My lord, I was only watching the field,” you lied, “thinking.”

“Ah, yes, these games, how violent,” he remarked, “where I am from, we have festivals before tournaments. Singing, dancing, poetry, theatre… I suppose that is just as silly as all this.”

“It is… a privilege to be able to afford silliness,” you said, “to not be the one cleaning up after all of it and yet… so very pointless.”

He nodded and grumbled as he considered your words, “very true. Wise, even. I think that after one has seen how grave things can be, these affairs become less and less entertaining. It is almost sickening to think of them, let alone attend them. Why should men play at war as if it were fun?”

You peeked over at him. He was here because he once fought those men down on the field with real steel and armour. It was rather grim to think of. “I did not think of it like that but I suppose you are right. I know little of war, however, my lord.”

“You know of pain, though,” he said, “it is painted on you as much as those battle scars carried by veterans like your beloved Barnes.”

You were silent. You stared up at the sky again, the endless grey, the half-finished canvas.

“Beloved? Perhaps that is the wrong word for him. I see little affection there. I sense it is not an arrangement you asked for.”

“Does it matter if it is?” you shook your head, “My lord, you waste your breath on little more than a servant. I suffer Lord Barnes the same as any, I am no help to you.”

“Help? I have no desire to change my standing with Barnes, I am not so foolish as that,” he turned to face you, “Have none ever taken interest in you as your own being?”

“I am a servant. I am not my own being,” you murmured, “my lord, if you would, I should return to my party.”

“As you will,” he said dolefully, “it was a pleasure to meet again.”

“Was it?” you asked as you turned to go.

“It is always a relief to speak of anything but politics or gold,” he said, “and yes, you served me well in this conversation. As you said, that is all you are worth.”

You left him but didn’t ascend back to the box. You continued down the steps until you reached the final landing. You looked up and sat on the lowest stair. A moment of peace before you had to go back. To not think for a single second.

🏰

You listened to the raucous voices of the audience. You didn’t want to move from that spot. You didn’t want to go back to it all. You just wanted to stay on that step forever. But you knew you had to go. You knew you had to get up.

You lifted yourself wearily but your foot only hovered above the bottom stair. You heard more voices, and an angry one as the crowd bang and buzzed. You followed the lower sounds, the singular conversations yelled through the din. You ventured down the tunnel that led beneath the stands.

Horse kicked and snorted as you came into the area meant for competitors. Men sat and stood with blood on brow and lip. Those who’d already lost, many as the final face-off was about to commence. You looked around but did not see Lord Barnes. Perhaps he was on the other side or even looking for you.

You walked the perimeter of the large space and a familiar face caught your eye. Peter rubbed his shoulder as he muttered, his aunt and uncle sat with him as the former checked the cut on his chin. You felt the same stabbing in your chest as the night before. Before you could think, you were marching towards him.

You skidded to a halt before him and gulped. You didn’t know what to say, you only knew how you felt. He looked over at you as May and Benjamin followed his gaze. You wavered and blinked away the tears that threatened.

“I did want to be friends but I stayed away to protect you, Peter,” you said, “did you have to be so cruel?”

“What? I--” he stood and winced as he jarred his shoulder, “I didn’t-- I wasn’t--”

“I know what I am and I know we cannot be friends but could it have hurt to let me think ‘what if’?” You quivered.

“No, my lady, I--”

“You know I’m not a lady. No need to treat me like one now. I heard you last night. I didn’t come to change your mind, I’m not so simple as that. I only came-- well, I don’t know why, but perhaps I only wanted to say to one person how they hurt me. Perhaps I wanted to just once be able to speak my part and that I can do because I know I will never see you again.”

You brushed past him and he reached for your arm as he stammered, “please, don’t, I was l--”

“Don’t,” you shrugged him off and stomped on as the figures around you blurred and the anger and despair swelled in your head.

You followed the noise of the crowd. They were hungry for blood. If that was what they wanted, they would have it.

You pushed out from behind the curtain and the wood and dirt vibrated from the cacophony. You saw Lord Barnes in his saddle as he was handed his pole and his competitor, Lord Rogers, as he took his own. Their attendants checked the horse and took them to their marks.

You quaked as the ocean of voice rolled over you and you crept out along the wall. All were entranced by the two dukes as they readied for their signal. Barnes silver armour was dented and dinged from his former bouts and Rogers golden armour was just as scuffed. The two men steadied their steeds and the crowd fell into a hush of anticipation.

The red cloth dropped and the riders galloped at each other across the field. The hooves dusted up the cold dirt, through blood stains left throughout the day, and the crash that came sent up another cheer through the crowd.

Wooden slivers exploded around Barnes and Rogers was pushed back against his horse as his own shield was deflected. Both men kept astride and righted themselves as they rode back to their posts and again, their liveried attendants approached to calm their horses and fix their dressings.

They would go again and again, until one of them was tossed from their saddle or worse. You began to breathe heavily as you paced along the wall and the lords were handed new shields. You readied and watched the man in gray lift the rag. You began to run before it was even visible to the crowd.

You heard the horses barreling at each other as you did the same. You closed your eyes as you got closer to the lanes and you tossed back your arms as you threw yourself forward. A heavy and hard force hit you and several crushing blows landed across your body as the horse trampled over you and overturned.

You croaked as you were left in the dirt. The eerie silence that followed was void of the bouncing excitement. It was broken only by the screaming of the injured horse and the confused voices of those on the field. You heard that familiar deep groan, of pain, not delight this time.

You rasped and gasped as your chest ached and your bones throbbed. Your limbs were filled with sand and your head pounding. There were shadows all around you as you wheezed and you smiled as you tasted blood on your tongue. You began to laugh as your eyelids drooped and blacked out the arena.

“Don’t move her!” A voice called as someone touched your arm. It was broken, you were sure of it. It didn’t matter, they couldn’t fix you. Not your arm, none of it.

You laughed louder and louder as you heard more footsteps. It was all so funny. You were free! Your eyes rolled back and your mind flickered. Just before the flame gave its last lick, you heard his voice. The gravity of it gave you peace.

“Is she alive? Is she alive!? Help her! Help her!”

Lord Barnes could demand as he did for all he had but in this, he could not be mollified.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Hey!!! I'm so glad you liked the blurb night idea :) 💞 Can I request a blurb with Peter bumping into the reader while she's kinda lost at times square and he's dressed as spiderman so he tries to flirt with you, but it makes you laugh instead?

I loved the idea hun, thankyou sm for helping me with this idea xxx

“You’re a guy?”

Pairing | Peter Parker x reader

Summary | based on the request

Warnings | mentions of crime, brief mention of death and drugs, mention of sex

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Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

“And there was this girl. She was really pretty, but-“ May quirked her head at her nephew, hardly understanding his blabber as he sped through his words like he was racing verbally against a cheetah, though, she was manage to uncover that particular sentence.

“Whoa, slow down kiddo.” His aunt laughed lightly, bracing her shoulders on his arms as he caught his overexcited breath. “How about you start from the beginning, and take a breath?” May had much practice with calming the boy down, she sincerely remembered how that night his parents had dropped him off, how worried he had been for them not to return. And they didn’t.

Peter bobbed his head in a eager nod, doing as he was recommended by his legal guardian, puffing the air in through his cheeks, as he inhaled and exhaled normally through his nose.“I was out patrolling the city, checking out for any bad guys, and then, I saw her...” her, the girl that had captured his attention, and distracted him from his friendly neighbourhood duties. She was much like a magnet, pulling his north face into her axis spinning world, distracting him from the things that he was actually meant to be ensuring did not happen on his watch.

“Weren’t you supposed to be patrolling?” The elder of the two quirked a brow, earning a splutter of a response from the teenager under her roof. She wasn’t a strict guardian concerning his heroic antics, though, she made sure to keep him on track for his own sake. Peter had quite the tendency to become overrun with stress from the amounts of responsibilities that he took on, and him being only young did not help the situation.

“I’m getting to that!” He was fast to defend himself, huffing his chest in as he prepared to tell May his story, from the beginning. It was quite the tale, he’d say, combined with the embarrassment of his own presence entangled in the random and friendly interaction that he had felt promiscuously lulled to create.

Queens, it was new to you. There were so many streets, filled to the brim with people that seemed to know where they were going. Unlike them, you didn’t, in fact, you’d go as far to admit that you were lost. Lost in a place that was known for the chaos that wrapped it off with a tarnished bow, and made the collateral practically fashion within its various newspapers that rounded every corner to divulge their companies’ obscure theories.

A panicked look struck your eyes, as you turned, shaking your head and pressing through the mass of citizens and finding an empty lot, scrolling through your phone, diverting your attention quickly towards google maps. It was the only thing that you could think of, it’d be a shame if you were to disturb one of the many passersby from their clearly packed schedule; you did not need that, nor berating them on your conscience.

“You lost or something?” A voice asked, making your shoulders jump as a figure, twisted in the colours red and blue, with a seam of black fell from the roofs above. Your heart rate imploded, more so when you realised who the mask wearing vigilante was. The wearer, although unknown, was infamous for the successions of saving lives that they had participated in, including defending the galaxy against outside threats.

It was Spiderman, the neighbourhood dubbed avenger, that tried their utmost to return stolen or lost bikes to their rightful owners, and protected banks from armed and overnight robberies. There was known to be something different about this particular hero, they were young and clearly had time to improve their skill set, for they were quite the clutz, and spoke significantly more to those he faced off against than what was necessary.

But this one hero, stood out amongst the rest. Not only was their suit designed by Stark technology, as you had written about in a work article, but it was far more concealing, and not to mention restricting, for the person beneath the red concoction to wear. Yes, you were in town for a new job, specifically to delve into the details that regards the world of heroes, and exploit all possible angles to how they deserved as much recognition for their stunts, as the president received for his noble speeches.

“I-“ you paused, think back over what you were preparing to say. It was without a doubt, that you had not expected the vigilante to appear in your spectacle gaze the first time that you stepped foot on the premises that he roamed, and protected. But here the spider enthusiast was, leaping down to stand beside you, burdening you with more knowledge that you could use, such as the person beneath was not as tall as you had expected, and there was definitely no way you could see their true eyes through the shallow white cases that covered them.

That was something you could write about, and make various descriptive theories about. ‘Seeing in white vision, sparked by the purity that glazed their unknown signature irises, Spider-Man halts all with the sparing of their true self. They may have reasons for shielding their eyes, much like Daredevil, not needing to see when they are overcome with various other senses that convulse their body into attentiveness,” -no, that sounded absolutely terrible.

And not to mention, if you spread that horrid writing about, Murdoc would be ashamed of ever deciding to get your aid in uncovering the route of the villainous underworld, that had take over Hell’s Kitchen and turned it into their own ring for drugs and more. The battle of New York had many repercussions, that being one, another influencing you into the career choice of being said reporter that you now proclaimed yourself as.

“Yeah, I am.” You responded with the company of a smile, and Peter swore he could feel his heart convulse beneath his suit. It’s pace was vaguely rapid, disheartening him from thinking of any more to say, he was practically speechless. “I’m looking for New York Times, you ever heard of it?” Yes, he most definitely had, it was the average run of the mill newspaper company, though, he did not know that you intended to change that into something much more.

“Funnily enough I have.” He scratched the back of his head, his arm subconsciously flexing as he did so, feeling like he had failed as your eyes remained focused on the wideness of his suit’s intense eyes. “It’s about three blocks from here, I could take you there if you want, I have nothing more to do.” From his proclamation you quirked a brow, crossing your arms amusedly.

“Don’t you have a city to watch over?” You asked, watching as Spider-Man’s false eyes widened, and he visibly panicked, realising that you had been right. “I’ll find my way, I’ve been to New York, many a time, Queens is bound to be a piece of cake. Also, a map is always handy.” A shrug rippled off your shoulders, Peter watching and walking closer as he thought of something more to add to the initial acquainting conversation.

“I’m Spider-Man.” Inwardly, and beneath his mask, Peter cringed noting how his voice rose, and it could be perceived as boasting. That though was definitely not his intent in the slightest, but he worried of how it may have come across to you. He wasn’t sure how you may have read it as, but a swarm of relief filled his lungs as he watched the corner of your eyes crinkle up, humoured by the tone of his that had significantly heightened. “Im a guy by the way.”

He felt the need to state that, especially considering people’s perceptions in the past. But instantly after saying it, he was regretful, through, he had to admit, he enjoyed listening to you laugh, it was like a melody that he wanted to listen to until the end of time. “You’re a guy?” You released a dramatic gasp, aiding your phoney response. “Yeah, no. I completely thought that you were a girl.” Sarcasm, he had well gotten used to frequency of it thanks to Mr Stark, who... well, he wasn’t around any more.

“You’re funny.” He smiled, shaking his head whence he realised that you could not see his hidden expression. “I don’t know, maybe, would you like to go to coffee with me, if you have time before you have to get to the news place? I mean, I don’t drink that much coffee, I get told that if I have too much caffeine that I get a little hyper, but I mean, I’m trying to ask you out and I have a really bad track record of-“

“Sure.” You spoke, ignoring the map that had finally loaded onto the screen of your phone. It was to your luck that you weren’t required to make your presence known at the business until tomorrow, and there was always time to kill, so you thought screw it, and decided to find it so that you didn’t get lost the approaching day. “Are you going to be wearing that, or you know, take it off?” You pointed at him, making peter surprised.

“It’s not that kind of date.” He quickly responded. “I meant just for a drink, not to hook up in the back of an a- oh, you meant the suit, didn’t you.” With a roll of your eyes, you nodded, pursing your lips together, as Peter felt the rain of relief once more. “Oh, that’s good, not that I wouldn’t want to, you’re gorgeous, that just wasn’t my intent and I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“Basically.” You wrinkled your nose, with a laugh, the way you scrunched it up was adorable to Peter. “So I’ll meet you here in two hours, I’ll let you finish up your duties, and change into something that doesn’t make you look you’re wearing a thong, because I can tell you from experience that those things are not comfortable. That good for you Spidey?”

“That works.” He spoke, trying his best to contain his overflowing excitement, biting his lip to do so. “That definitely works.”

“Hi.” The familiar voice of Spider-Man spoke, and you turned around, watching as a young man, not much different in age from yourself rounded the corner. He was clothed in a blue and white chequered flannel, and grey jeans, and you had to say, that whilst the amazing Spider-Man was quite the sight, this was something else.

“Oh, I was waiting for a girl actually.” You informed him, clearly messing with him, as you walked closer, a stretching smile pinning up the corners of your lips. “But I guess you’ll do webslinger.” He could feel his heart racing, but he walked closer, watching as you eyed him, a stranger met with the sight of a vigilante unmasked. “Where to, red and blue?”

“There’s this really good place on main, they sell the best sandwiches. And trust me, once you buy from there, you won’t stop...” the two of you began to walk away together, and towards Peter’s secret destination, where the two of you learnt the others real name.

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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years

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Space Between 1

Ao3 *** Part 2

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 2: First Time

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The first time Marinette died she was six. She had been walking along the sieve with her papa when she was pushed and fell into the river. She doesn't remember how long it was until the doctors started her heart again after having drowned. Her parents told her it was the scariest 10 minutes of their lives but she doesn't remember that.

What she remembers is the garden. A ring of flowers circled the garden, a small pond in the center surrounded by lush soft grass. A willow tree with two swings hang from its branches on one side of the pond. On the other a long bench with a podium next to it. She went over and on the podium were two stone tablets, one was blank. The other had Marinette written in elegant script, a single line was the only thing on the tablet with her name.

That was when she blinked and her eyes fluttered open.

"She's back. We got her back." she heard but it seemed like she had cotton in her ears.

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The next time she was in the garden she was now 14. It was during Desperada that she died again, and again, and again. The kept being time missing but that was thanks to the snake miraculous. At one point she just stood or sat at the podium when she would arrive. At roughly every 2,000 deaths she would remember them all. When her number hit 34,559 and the other stayed blank she was ready to scream.

She has now died 34,559 times and 34,558 of those times were because of Adrien. The count had changed from tallies to just a number at some point.

She was going to say something when she appeared in front of Adrien for the up tenth time but he beat her.

"Sass, scales rest." The poor Kwamii nearly fell from the air in pure exhaustion. "It's been 4 months."

She cut him off. "I know?”

"Wait!!! How do you know."

"34, 558 times you rewound." Both Adrien and Sass stared at her.

"You are a Gray-Soul.” Sass exclaimed, “When did you get the memories."

"Around every 2,000 and about 17 times so I don't remember the last 500 of them." Adrien seemed to sigh in relief.

"Give it a week," Sass spoke, Adrien paled but that was a problem for future her.

She nodded. "Okay, but we need to deal with Desperada."

With Luka's help they finally were able to defeat Desperada. Okay sure she was bitter toward Chat during that fight, he hadn’t shown up earlier, but it was understandable. Okay she did die again with Luka but that was only once. She begrudgingly fist bumped them both in the end, but she was tired.

"M' lady are you alright?"

"Huh. Ya, Ya I'm good." she waved him off and left soon after.

A week later unfortunately, during yet another attack did her memories return.

"LB are you okay!" Chat asked her. Her gaze became steely and that akuma didn't stand a chance.

"Meet me at the tower in 15 minutes." Mari's voice was cold and serious. She gritted out attempting to process before swinging away.

"So Kitty anything you want to confess to or should I just tell you what I remember."

"Um... I'm.. I'm sorry," he was crestfallen.

"I'm not mad at you Adrien." she consoled. "It was a shock and I'm processing."

"I knew you didn't want to reveal and I'm sorry." He blurted, tears brimmed his eyes as he shrunk on himself.

"Hey, hey look at me." she placed her hands on his shoulders. "Would you believe me if I told you I used to have the biggest crush on you."

"You what?!"

"Ya but I just found out what a dork you are," she grinned flicking his nose.

"Am not!" he pouted.

"Are too Agreste."

"Fine, will you tell me who you are since you know me?

"Marinette. I'm Marinette, Adrien." she chuckled.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He looked hopeful.

'Sigh' "I'm sorry but no Adrien." he was going to protest but she stopped him. "Yes, I used to have a crush on you, but that kind of died after my 8,000 the death." he winced and she chuckled. "Adrien you are my best friend, no matter what Alya thinks. Your my partner and I trust you with my life, just not with the snake again," This time they both laughed.

"But the Ladybug and Black Cat are soulmates."

"Maybe we are. Just not romantically." she laughed at the confusion clear on his face. "there is more than one type of soulmates. I think we are more Platonic or even sibling soulmates."

"So you are like my sister, or should I say my soul sister."

"I guess you can see it that way."

"Hey soul sister." He had begun to sing.

"No don't!"

"Ain’t that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo, the way you move ain't fair you know." he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Definitely my brother, no romance." she deadpanned.

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Of all of those on the Miraculous team she is the only gray-soul. Everyone on the miraculous team has died at least a handful of times, but who hasn't in Paris. They asked her about it but it was always the same. Just her number rose each time.

A year later she and Adrien had swapped miraculous to practice with the other's power. Unfortunately she was hit before Vipereon was on the scene.

She was in the garden and she noticed him. "Oh!" she startled as did the boy. He was taller than her, black hair and ocean blue eyes. "Is it your first time?" She walked over to the podium.

"First time for what?" he asked.

"Here, dying." She shrugged. 34,999 she read a note that now appeared on her tablet. STOP DYING ALREADY!!! She chuckled at that.

"How are you so god damn calm about this! We're dead!" he screamed.

She gave him a bored look and pointed at the podium. He moved over to see what she was pointing at.

"What the Fuck! Okay so that explains how your so calm." On one side was Marinette her death total and her note, on the other side was the name Jason in elegant script and a single tally.

"So here's a run down. We are called Gray-souls this is the Go-Between or limbo. You can only die and revive once or ya know some 36 thousand times."

"You've actually died and revived that many times."

"Unfortunately." she gave him an eye roll and a small push.

"Want to tell me about it?"

"It's a long story and I don't know if I could finish it."

"Why wouldn't you, we have as much time as we want right now?"

"Once the cure is cast I'll be revived and that will be max 30 minutes."

"Fine, but you will tell me when we both get out of here."

"Okay!" She nodded and went to shake his hand.

"I'm Jason Peter Todd."

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. How will we you know, know it's the other person?"

Jason's tablet seemed to answer as it glowed drawing their attention.

Look among the Bats and the Birds for,

the Ladybug among the Menagerie.

They both stared at those words recognizing which part meant them. Marinette was about to say something but felt the all too familiar pull.

"Until next time, Jason, or should I say Gray." she nudged him with her elbow.

"Smell ya later Marinette Gray." he nudged her back with a smirk.

She waved and vanished from the garden. She never told anyone what happened that time, but those words were a constant whisper in her head.

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yourlocalmaraudersbabe · 3 years

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Hi could you write a SiriusxReader where Sirius and the marauders pull a big prank that ends with Sirius confessing his love for the reader and asking them out? Thank you so much!!

“Then I’m in love”

Summary: Sirius confesses his feelings to you as you both bask in the prank he helped pull

Pairing: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader (Just small little notes like the common room and the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall)

A/N: Hope you like the fic :))) Thanks for the request, my lovely anon <3

Word Count: 1007

Masterlist + Characters and ships I write for

Requests are always open <3

Reminder that I do not support jkr. Do not interact if you do.

Your library visit was practically ruined from the loud whispers of Sirius, Peter, James, and Remus.

“Will you four shut up already?”

“Afraid not— we’re working right now,” Sirius spoke cheekily.

“Oh! Well in that case, speak up, I’d love to eavesdrop.”

He shook his head and laughed, casting a silencing spell around them.

You were finally able to study for exams that were coming, which was much needed.

As you were heading out from the library and walking towards the great hall for lunch, your favorite person came along beside you. “Wanna tell me what was up from before?”

“Just a prank— a little planning. Actually, much needed planning.”

“Oh c’mon Sirius. Don’t do something too bad. Last prank you pulled scored you two weeks detention every evening. You practically abandoned me in the common room.

“S’not my fault! Blame McGonagall.”

“Is too,” you laughed, taking a jab at him.

Arriving at Gryffindor table was a relief as it was just you two so far. Moments were always more enjoyable when it was just Sirius— nobody else.

When you two were in your own little area at the dinner table, you and Sirius liked to work together to make plates of food. It was something so stupid, yet something the both of you couldn’t give up. He piled on the mashed potatoes on the plates as you spooned some vegetables. He had picked out some tender pieces of roast chicken while you started to pour gravy. “Do you know if anyone else is coming down?”

“I’m not quite sure anymore. They said they’d be headed down, but—”

“There they are! My favorite Gryffindor couple,” James' voice rang through the hall.

You looked over to see Lily smacking James on the arm while you chuckled, finally meeting eyes with Sirius who’s cheeks were rose colored, taking another bite of the food on his plate.

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“Today’s the day,” Sirius spoke in a singsong voice as he threw an arm around your shoulders, coming up from behind. You were simply trying to walk to your first class of the day.

You jumped back, flinching under his grasp.

“Merlin, you scared me.”

He dropped his arms, adjusting something in his bag.

“Still can’t tell me what you have planned?”

“Nope,” he grinned. “Nothing messy, just erm— annoying I suppose? I think it’s quite nice actually.”

“I can’t even begin to think about what you have planned, and quite frankly, I don’t want to know.”

“Oh c’mon, you’re not even slightly interested? I think you’re going to like this one.”

“Nope.”

“You’re lying. You love me and the pranks we pull.”

If only he knew.

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Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter had disappeared from your last class of the day. You were walking back to your dorms to drop off some books, maybe even take a short nap. As you climbed through the portrait hole, you met eyes with Sirius who was walking down the stairs. “Finished,” he gave you a small smile and fake dusted his hands.

“Snape is going to be the death of me. We have an essay due Monday,” you talked about the potions lesson he missed, anything to avoid whatever he just finished.

“Hmm why don’t you go have a lie down?” he spoke in a tone all too familiar— waiting for you to discover something.

You started for your dorm, Sirius right behind you. “What have you done now?”

Opening the door, your eyes darted around the room. Each bed had flowers sprouting from it, the comforters turned to rich, dark soil, mixed with grass.

Much to your surprise, as well as Sirius, something inside of you switched. You laughed, flopping back down onto the bed. “I love these so much,” you mumbled, picking one and sniffing it.

“I told you that you would.”

Sirius leaned against the corner of your four poster bed.

“Well don’t just stand there,” you piped up, relishing in the flowers. He laid next to you on his back, letting out a content sigh. The smell of the flowers enchanted the room even more than magic that already lived there. Sirius’s pinky slowly moved over yours until it was wrapped around it completely. You turn your head smiling as your cheeks got hot. His were already beet red. You reached for his entire hand, slipping the rest of your fingers through his. “I- y/n?”

“Sirius?”

He brought your knuckles up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against them. “I’ve been wanting to say this for some time now. And I was able to get them to pull a little nicer of a prank for you.”

“Wow,” you let out a laugh. “So thoughtful.”

He squeezed your hand, laughing a little with you.

He took a pause, breathing in and out deeply. You admired the way his eyes stared at one spot of the canopy, as if it would tell him what to say next. He turned his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I say,” his voice flipped to a more playful one. “We become Gryffindor’s favorite couple.”

The two of you laughed. “Sirius you better not be—”

“I’m not making a joke or pulling any more pranks, promise you,” he reassured.

“I- James says I’m in love. You’re my best friend and sometimes even more than that. If wanting to wake up next to you each morning, or wanting it to only be us in the Great Hall during meals, or hoping that everyone would leave that stupid common room for an early night so we can have the couches and fireplace to ourselves, or-” he stuttered over the end of his words, eyes darting back and forth, until they met yours again and he calmed down. “Or wanting to kiss you every time I see you is being in love, then—”

You completely cut him off with a kiss, grabbing onto the side of his face. He let go of your hand, holding gently onto your hair where his fingers found their way to.

“Then I’m in love.”

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kidney9-9 · 3 years

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A Sleepless Night - Peter Parker

Anonymous asked:

ok concept: catching peter masturbating and moaning your name and he gets so embarrassed and you’re just like “i mean i think of you when i do it” and he’s like huH and that just makes him even hornier AHH

thanks for sending this in :) hope you enjoy! masterlist in bio, tags in reblog! every character is above the legal age.

Peter Parker x Reader [Smut] Warning: Swearing and masturbation Word Count: 877

It was in the middle of the night when Peter woke up, panting and squirming around in the bed, next to you. He slowly got used to the bare amount of light as he gazed down at himself, seeing the sweat clinging onto his skin as his chest rose and lowered.

His head turned towards you, seeing you were shifting around in your sleep, collecting more of the blanket by twisting your legs around it. He shrugged the rest of the blanket off his body completely, groaning quietly when another wave of heat poured through him.

It was that stupid dream again. Well... it wasn’t stupid, but more of a desire. A thought that popped in his mind one day when he saw you bending over at the gym, picking up one of the weights. He just wanted to spank your ass right then and there, and then fuck you on the bench.

And now he was haunted by it, by his cock hard against the fabric of his underwear.

“Fuck... oh no.” He moaned out, his hand going down to get just some relief. He glanced back towards your figure, wondering if you were awake or not. You were a light sleeper, but he just hoped if he was quiet enough, you would get a long night’s rest.

He tugged the band of his underwear, lifting his hips to get his boxers off just to his knees. “Damn it,” He panted out, struggling as he accidently kicked your foot. When you didn’t move for a few moments, he continued, and fully took off his boxers.

He gripped around his cock, looking down as it stood up completely. He smoothed his thumb over his tip, collecting some of the sweat and pre-cum that built up in his sleep. He pushed his thumb back down, smearing the pre-cum down his cock and slowly started to move his hand in a rhythm.

His eyes closed as he chocked out a whimper, imagining your ass in the air, all swollen from how he’d spank when you’d let out sly comments. You were always a tease with him, and he started to feel as if he was really in that gym, “Oh, good girl... say please.” He mumbled, chest rising even more as his hand pumped up and down faster.

“Y/n...” He spoke up a bit louder.

That was when you woke up, turning around in the bed. You slowly blinked at Peter, unaware of what was happening just for the briefest moments. And then he grunted again, and you could see the movements of his arms.

“Peter? Babe?” You whispered, groaning as you slowly sat up in the dark. You leaned over and turned the light on. Peter’s eyes widened as everything stopped and his eyes drifted to yours.

“What?! I- Oh- I’m so sorry Y/n!” He rushed out, stuttering over his words and you grinned, still sleepy.

“Peter...” You whispered, almost laughing at his shocked expression.

“I’m so so sorry, please, it just- my dream made me like this!” Peter chocked out, his face turning red in shock and surprise and you finally laughed, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it. I mean, I think of you when I do it.” You shrugged a bit, pulling the blanket closer to your shoulder, as you completely rolled over to face him. He gasped, feeling as if his heart stopped just for a second.

“Huh?!” He yelped out, eyes bulging as he stared back to you. You nodded to him, licking your lips tiredly.

“Yeah, I usually finish but it’s not the same without you.” You admitted, starting to feel even more sleepy. you glanced back to the clock, realizing what time it was and you yawned.

You were unaware of how your words spurred on Peter even more, and he could feel his orgasm coming. You sniffled a little, “Sorry I’m just too tired right now, but maybe we can do something in the morning? It’s alright if you masturbate in bed still, don’t worry about it.” Your ramble slowed as you drifted back to sleep.

Peter moaned loudly, eyes squeezing shut tightly. “Okay, love you.” He bit out, as he started to pump up and down again around his cock.

His other hand that was resting on the bed had bunched up the sheets as his hips started to lift in the air again, his hand going up and down faster and harder around his cock, and he groaned loudly, now thinking about you again. It was all you, just on the bed, using your hand to play with your breasts, and your other playing with your clit, moaning his name without him there.

He had no idea you thought about him while masturbating. It was one of the hottest things he’d ever heard from you now and his vision blurred as his eyelids started to flutter. He gripped his cock even more and with a final few strokes, cum pumped out of his cock.

His cum spread against his legs and torso, and he sighed, letting go of his cock. After cleaning himself up with a towel in the nightstand next to him, he gazed back towards your body softly. He sighed for a moment, before murmuring, “Goodnight.”

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Invisible String | Werewolf AU | Raul Mendes

Raul is a werewolf and his mate turned out not only to be human, but his best friend's little sister. And as much as he tried, he could not ignore that invisible string tying her to him.

Hello hello! This is a bit of an experimental thing and I'm really excited about it, I've always been highly interested in everything about alternative universe and fantasy in general, and ever since I received the first ask to write a werewolf piece I've been wanting to do it but also a bit nervous. So hopefully this meets your expectations and you guys like it! Let me know if this was any good and if you guys would like to see something else like this!

*Word Count: 8K+;

*Warnings: a few curse words, a little angsty (i guess), minor drinking;

*Posted: March 28th, 2021.

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Raul felt like life liked playing sick little tricks on him.

Like the fact that werewolves had a very strict hierarchy and normally it worked nicely. The Alphas are the ones in charge and responsible for keeping the pack safe and in order. Betas normally were kind of the strength of the pack, trained to listen and do whatever the pack needed and physically skilled to fight off anyone. And the Omegas were the glue to all of it, the sweet and naturally more caring ones, and it was an ancient thing that was followed to this day. Until Raul and his twin brothers were all born Alphas. It was hard informing the pack that they’re all going to be the Alphas of their pack. And since normally it was only allowed one wolf to claim that position, it was harder to make older ones respect their decision and actually accept, but at the end of the day, they didn’t have much of a choice. The Alpha genes ran in the Mendes family for generations and thankfully their dynamic was actually great and the triplets formed a great group of wolves.

And that was just an example of the things Raul blames on fate or whatever for making his like a bit more difficult. But maybe the hardest one was having mated with not only a human, but his Beta’s younger sister. His best friend’s and right hand’s sister, one of the only girls that was off limits had to be his mate.

And it wasn’t even his choice. Mating is a common thing between werewolves and other creatures, often seen as a blessing, a reason to celebrate. It’s similar to what most people have as a soulmate. It’s two souls that were meant to be together and are deeply connected to the other. Sometimes it’s harder to notice, it can take a few years and sometimes it’s almost instantaneous, and it can’t be undone or ignored. And even though sometimes it can be denied by one of the sides, according to the ones who’ve been through it, it’s an awfully painful experience. Some even go as far as describing having a piece of you being pulled out of your heart.

It also doesn’t have to be necessarily tied to a romantic relationship, you can simply be friends with them for the rest of your lives, even though it doesn’t happen most of the time. Most of the time it isn’t even something to think about, it just feels natural, you feel whole when you’re around that person, they’re meant to be your other half and normally it just clicks. And when you grow up surrounded by wolves, it’s normally a beautiful connection to witness. Raul always found their parents relationship amazing, and deep down longed for a similar deep relationship with someone, finding his mate and falling in love. He just didn’t expect it to happen the way it did.

It was over four years ago and he was running a bit late to Mike’s, his best friend, nineteenth birthday he was having at his parents’ house. Raul got caught up sorting through some pack stuff and when he was finally done with it, he was already half an hour late and it was outside their little secluded “neighborhood” in the wooded area. It was a bit far from the town so the wolves wouldn’t have a problem with the humans since their existence was still a secret. Only very few and selected humans knew about them. So it was best for everybody if they built their little community on the woods just beside the town, and keep their presence among humans only when seen necessary.

Mike’s father, who is a werewolf, fell in love with a human (Mike’s mom) and they decided to move into town to be closer to her job since she was a nurse and needed to be near the hospital in case of an emergency. And when Mike was born a wolf, they decided that he was going to be raised like his dad was in the wolf community and would make his decision in joining it or not when he was older. And he did choose the pack life since it felt more natural to him. But Y/N, his younger sister, was actually born a human and was raised by his parents like any human kid, and she was never taken to their community since she was three years younger than her brother and Mike was very protective over her, not knowing how his pack would treat her or react to her.

So when Raul parked his car right outside the address that was sent to him and ringed the bell, he wasn’t expecting to be met with his mate. But there she was, Y/N stood with the door open as her eyes widened the slightest bit and he was sure he wasn’t breathing. He felt like he was floating and her sweet scent of something like Roses and Strawberries was all he could feel. All his other senses were clouded by her presence just a few inches away from him. He didn’t know how to react or what to say, and for the first time in his life he was completely speechless. Raul was normally a very socially skilled person, he was good at talking to people and reading someone’s expressions like a book, always had a sharp answer at the tip of his tongue and knew what to do at most situations, but Y/N caught him off guard.

She seemed a bit confused as well. Her mouth slightly a gape as she held to the wooden doorframe. Y/N was really happy she was finally meeting all of her brother’s friends and getting to know a bit more of this part of his life she was deprived of. And she was a bit shocked to notice how big and strong all of his friends were, specially Shawn and Peter, who Mike explained to be the Alphas. They were also incredibly nice to her, she suspects it was her brother’s doing since every time they would say something or curse, they would always look at Mike first. But when the doorbell rang again, she knew it was Raul, he was the only one missing and they knew he was late due to “pack stuff” as they explained. She felt a bit jittery and basically ran to the door from the spot she was sitting next to it on her phone, wanting to get to know her brother’s best friend for a while now. But she wasn’t prepared to meet him.

Sure, he was identical to his twins, but there was something different about him that hit her hard. Of course, he had more tattoos and a few more piercings, he looked a bit rougher in the edges with his leather jacket and wild golden eyes, but there was something that wasn’t about his appearance that took her breath away. And suddenly she didn’t know what to do, they’re both stuck in their place staring at each other. And even though her mind was screaming at her to stop being awkward, invite him in and actually act like a decent being, Y/N couldn’t move a muscle, and he’s probably thinking she’s an idiot and too polite to invite himself in. And in the middle of her internal turmoil, he regained some self control for the sake of both of them.

Raul cleared his throat shaking his head a bit “Hi, I’m Raul, you must be Y/N” he said and she swore she melted at the sound of his voice “it’s really nice finally meeting you”

He offered his hand to her to which she swiftly grabbed, feeling his warmth seeping throughout her palm, his fingers curling around her much smaller ones. He had a beautiful design tattooed on the back of his hand and she got a little lost in it.

Y/N sighed relief he broke the awkward moment and looked up back at him, trying to control her thoughts “Yeah, that’s me, nice to meet you too, would you like to come in?”

Raul smiled as he let go of her hand a bit reluctantly “sure” was all he said as he stepped in closer to her, being hit with a fresh wave of her sweet scent, forcing him to take a deep breath.

“The boys are outside in case you’re wondering” she said placing a strand of hair that fell out of her little updo behind her ear.

Raul held back the urge to do it himself “Oh, so they annoyed you into staying in the living room?”

“No no” her eyes almost budged out of their socket “I was just- I was just waiting for you since I knew you were running late and they’re all talking, so I didn’t want to intrude and I-“

“Y/N it’s just a joke” he said through a chuckle as he saw her face flushing “relax a bit, honey”

Y/N giggled softly as she closed the door “I’m sorry, I-“

“Hey, dude!” Mike called from across the room, making their heads snap towards him “how’s everything back home?”

“All settled” Raul said taking a step closer to his Beta “just arrived actually”

“Oh, so you met my little sister” and even though it seemed like a normal sentence, Raul knew Mike and knew his posture like the back of his hand, he knew this was a reminder of the conversation they had back home about staying away from her.

“Yeah, she opened the door for me” he said and from his peripheral he saw Y/N nodding confirming his line.

“I see, the guys are outside, let’s go grab a burger for you” Mike said patting him on the shoulder and dragging him away from the front door where Y/N seemed to be frozen in place.

Raul remembers vividly every little second of that night. Remembers how he decided he should keep his distance for the sake of his friendship and for Y/N herself. She was only sixteen when they met and she is human, which means the bond isn’t too strong for her, specially at first glance, and dating a werewolf was hard. He lived far into the woods and didn’t necessarily mingle with people in town, who were probably her friends and she wasn’t raised with his type, so maybe it would be too much for her. And Raul’s sure Mike wouldn’t be happy about it, at least not now where they first met and she’s that young. So he kept his distance, only talking to her when extremely necessary.

And that was a pattern he kept for the remaining four years of their limited interactions (which he intended keeping that way).

As older as Y/N got, the closest she got with the pack. She was always close to Mike, but since she was young she wasn’t allowed to walk or drive alone to the community, but as soon as she was old enough she was always around on the weekends and important dates. And she was just lovely, so everyone adored her, always wanting to have her around for monthly movie nights and even going as far as inviting her to spend the night. Raul couldn’t really blame anyone for wanting her around, he did too, but he couldn’t, so he didn’t say a thing about it. And he knew he made her hesitant on accepting those invitations, cause at every attempt she ever made to get closer to him, he shut her off. And he could see Y/N was hurt, but it was for the best.

He even tried dating someone else for a while and he noticed Y/N didn’t like it even the tiniest bit. The girl he was dating was a Beta that was temporarily living with them as her pack solved something around the area, and she was nice. But it didn’t last long, she was only staying for a few months, and on the day she left, there was a barbecue in celebration to one of the older wolves and of course Y/N was there. Raul was late since he was taking his ex to the airport, and Y/N didn’t even look at him when he stepped into the little location they were all settled. He found the act odd but didn’t say a word, only walking towards his brother’s and Mike who were laughing probably about something dumb one of them said. Raul spent a few minutes with them, but he kept looking over his shoulder where Y/N was sat, noticing after an hour she was missing and he instantly started trying to find her.

He dismissed his friends as he walked into the pack house, trying to clear his senses to track her in case she was hurt (since she was a bit wobbly on her feet already), but only to be met with her staring at her phone while sitting on the couch with a huge pout set on her lips. Raul was about to turn and leave when Y/N looked up, noticing his presence and he swears his heart stopped at that moment. She had tears filling her eyes and her lips were trembling slightly, a deep frown set on her brows.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here” she mumbled sniffling softly “I just needed to clear my head a bit”

Raul nodded with softer eyes as he walked closer to her “it’s okay, are you hurt? Are you in pain?”

Y/N shook her head “I honestly don’t know why I’m so upset, I didn’t even drink that much or anything, I just-“ she sighed heavily and looked up at the celling.

“Tired?” Raul offered gently and she nodded her head slowly “want me to drive you home?”

“No, please, just go enjoy the night, isn’t Samantha here?” she said as he sat down beside her, still keeping some distance.

“We broke up, she left today” was all he said and she looked up at him with wide eyes, but before she could start apologizing, he just pressed his hand to her knee gently “it’s okay, it wasn’t anything serious, no need to apologize, sweetheart”

“I- okay”

“Still wanna stay?” he pressed gently “I can still take you home”

“No, it’s okay, I was supposed to spend the night anyway” she shrugged.

“Wanna go upstairs and take a nap?” was all he asked and she shook her head.

“The thing is I was supposed to stay at Stacy’s room tonight, but her boyfriend showed up, so I guess I got the living room” she explained “which is totally okay, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I know you don’t like me much, and I don’t want to make things worse”

And at that his heart shattered “wait, what?”

“Oh no, I really don’t mind, I can call a cab too, I can leave in twenty minutes too, I’m sorry I-“ she started breathing a bit heavily as he picked up her heart racing more than usual.

Raul shook his head, turning on the couch to face her better “No, it’s not that, I’m not mad at you or anything, I just- who said I don’t like you?”

“I- no one” she opened her mouth a few times before closing it until she said something that shattered his heart in a billion pieces “no one, it’s just something I’ve noticed throughout the years”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N sighed deeply as she glanced down at her lap, fidgeting the bracelet she always wore, which Raul caught on a long time ago to be a nervous habit “I know you get uncomfortable when I’m around and Mike told me it was probably something about you not being used to have humans around, and I totally get it, it’s just sometimes it seems like my presence is enough to put you in a sour mood and I don’t think it’s because I’m human or anything, and I shouldn’t be saying this to you, I’m sorry”

Raul took a deep breath as he squeezed her knee gently and seeing her relax a bit at his touch “stop apologizing for everything, you did nothing wrong, sweetheart, well, besides assuming I disliked you”

“Oh” was all she managed out as her brain ran a million mile per hour.

Y/N has had a crush on him for years now, ever since the first time they met. He was the literal description of her type, but the dreamy part ended there. Of course Raul was always polite and never made anything to directly hurt her, but he kept pushing her away and avoiding her like the plague, and maybe it was all in her head, but he didn’t seem like that whenever he was around others. And that did nothing to help her case. She knew nothing would ever happen between them, he made it pretty obvious he wasn’t attracted to her, but she’d like to try and be friends with him but even that didn’t seem to interest him. And it wasn’t his fault, she didn’t even knew the reason as to why she felt the need to have him around, but she just did. So Y/N just lost hope after all the attempts to make him like her, but he was always so distant and it still affected her after all this years.

In the other hand, Y/N had no idea how hard it was to push her away. Raul was certain she knew exactly what to do to get to his heart, she had to. Every little thing she did made his heart flutter and she was just so good at having people wrapped around her fingers that she made her way through all of his friends lives. He thought they were mates at first glance, her scent was a great clue, but as they got to know each other better, even indirectly, just made him sure of it. Y/N meant much more than what he thought was possible, seeing her stressed over school stuff or sad about whatever reason was enough to put him in panic, not knowing how to keep his distance and stop her from hurting. And all his cold exterior wasn’t necessarily his choice, he knew Mike confessed he hoped his sister would not get with an Alpha, that meant she would have to give up a few things in her life and that would herself in danger for having Raul’s scent all over her. And Mike also told him he would do whatever he could to avoid that to keep her safe.

So he did it for her, to keep her safe from the problems that came along with living in a pack, dating a werewolf and being a human. But it was getting harder, and tonight he decided to ignore it, that she needed him more than she needed to stay away from him. And that’s what pushed him to wrap his fingers around her wrist, making her look up at him

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” he offered in a lower voice “maybe it will help you clear your head a bit” and Y/N seemed a bit shook, looking up at him with wide eyes and she nodded slowly.

Raul smiled fondly at her as he got up with her following him up the stairs to the little movie room the pack out together for movie nights. They sat down side by side as he offered her to pick something for them, then Raul proceeded to reach for a fluffy blanket that was thrown on the corner of the sofa. When he turned back to her she still looked a bit lost, so he offered to put on a show he knew was her favorite, and she just nodded in response. Y/N was too nervous to do anything wrong that would push him back into being his closed off distant self, and she knew she looked ridiculous all tense and barely breathing by his side.

Raul noticed her stiffness right away and decided to turn off the lights hoping this would make her relax even a little bit. And as the episode progressed he noticed she was getting more and more loose. An hour later, in the middle of the second episode, he felt her leaning closer to him, probably searching for a bit more warmth, so he lifted his arm to rest on the back of the couch and to make room for her in case she wanted. It only took a couple more minutes for her to be basically leaning most of her weight on him, and when her arm slipped, she fell mostly laying on his chest. And as soon as Y/N was ready to start apologizing, Raul shushed her softly, asking her to relax and pulling the covers up both of their bodies, and so she did.

He didn’t notice he was falling asleep until he woke up many hours later with the sound of voices downstairs from his brothers. Raul looked down at his chest to find Y/N cuddled to him, sound asleep as his arm wrapped around her waist held her still. He took a deep breath and almost chose not to wake her and just go back to sleep, to deal with the stiffness due to the sitting position he held and the consequences of sleeping there with her in the morning. At least until he heard the door cracking open slowly and Shawn’s head popping in.

“Are you two okay?” his brother whispered as he noticed the girl asleep on the couch, and to that Raul nodded in response, afraid to wake her up “take her upstairs to your room, dude, Mike will find out you like her sooner or later and he’ll deal with it, just don’t let her sleep on the couch”

Raul sighed and nodded. Shawn bid his goodnight and closed the door with a soft click. Peter, Shawn and his mom were the only ones to know about his mating situation, and he liked it better that way. They tried convincing him to tell her at least, but they understood that maybe it wasn’t the right time just yet and let him decide what to do with his feelings.

So he ended up taking his brothers suggestion and as gently as he could, he rearranged the girl in his arms to he could carry her upstairs to his bedroom. Y/N grumbled softly in protest, nuzzling her face further on his neck as she quieted down. Raul had to stop himself from cooing at her. As he walked out into the bright hallway she mumbled something unintelligible before calling his name.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here, it’s just me” he whispered as they walked into his room, before placing a kiss to her hair, gently lowering her to his mattress.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes “Raul? I’m sorry, I fell asleep on you” she mumbled quietly.

“It’s okay, just thought a bed would be a better place for you to sleep other than the couch” he said standing up to his full height and bringing the covers up her body “that’s why I brought you to my room”

“Thank you” she said grabbing his hand and he just nodded at her with a gentle grin on his lips “why are you up?”

“I’m going to crash downstairs on the movie room” he stated caressing the back of her hand with his thumb and she started shaking her hand.

Her hold on him tightened “No, not a chance, I’m not taking you out of your bed for you to sleep on the couch, please stay here with me, please”

And how could he possibly say no to her looking so sleepy and so sweet?

He breathed a chuckle with a nod “just let me change first, do you need a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt instead of what you’re wearing?”

“Yes please” she murmured feeling a bit embarrassed for making him do all of this for her.

And as if he could read his mind “Don’t look at me as if you’re being a headache, yeah? It’s okay, sweetheart, let me just grab you some clothes” he squeezed her hand before letting go of it in favor of picking up what he promised.

He came back from his closet in only a pair of sweats and a thin white t-shirt, a similar paring folded in his hands for her. She got up to change on his bathroom as he climbed on his bed, trying to contain the excitement of the prospect of having the girl he’s been fond of for over two years, the possible love of his life. Y/N quickly returned in his clothes, following suit and diving under the covers, laying on her side away from him as he stayed on his back, trying to control his breathing after turning off the lights. A few minutes passed and he’s sure she was asleep, the room dark enough so he could only see the silhouette of her body by the faint glow of the moon seeping through his curtains. But then he heard the soft rustle of his sheets as she turned to face him, and he only turned his face on the pillow to properly look at her.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered almost as if she was afraid to break the comfortable silence that fell over them.

Raul hummed in response “anything you want” his voice a soft and raspy tone, making her shiver slightly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” her voice barely audible as if she was nervous to ask, or maybe the answer frightened her more.

“You don’t have to worry about it, you should just rest for now” was his response and she sighed in defeat, nodding her head before facing him away again.

The clear defeat on her features, despite the darkness was enough to make him regret his words. So Raul turned on his hand, raising a careful hand to caress her exposed bicep. She flinched at first, not expecting his touch, but quickly relaxing to it as he felt goosebumps raise on her skin. He decided to scoot a bit closer almost as if he were testing the waters and she shuffled closer in response. Soon the hand on her arm slid to wrap her waist gently and Y/N sighed happily in return, finally resting her back on his chest. Raul placed a kiss at the top of her head as she melted under his sweet gesture.

When she was in transition to dreamland, she swears she heard him whisper into her hair, the place he decided to muzzle his face “I’m sorry I made you think I disliked you, Y/N that’s not the case at all” he took a deep breath and she was far to gone to say anything back “You just seemed like you needed me tonight, and I’m sorry if I ever made you think your presence here was unwanted, you’re just too good and I don’t deserve you, sweetheart”

And not knowing if this was true or not, his whispered confessions with that slightly raspy and almost honeyed at the same time voice lulled her completely to sleep.

-*-

In the weeks prior to that event, neither of them said a thing about that night, not even in an indirect way. Raul barely spoke to his brothers about it, but they already knew what happened, and Y/N didn’t feel like telling Mike would be a genius idea, so she decided against it. And to her disappointment things got back to the old normal, at least for the most part. She felt like Raul was a bit more comfortable around her and didn’t try so much to stay away, but it wasn’t like that day, and it still hunts her that she actually caught a small glimpse of what their relationship could be. But it was also taking its tool on him, that night he slept like a baby and allowed himself to daydream that this could’ve been their reality if things were a bit different.

He woke up that morning pretty early as usual, for his perimeter check, but only this time Y/N was sound asleep on his chest, and maybe he stalled a bit to enjoy her sweet scent a bit more before slowly peeling her off of him and gently laying her back down on the pillows. There was only a bit of resistance in form of a whine but she ended up pulling his pillow to her chest before settling down. It was harder than he thought leaving her on his bed as he quickly changed and jogged downstairs to go on his run, but maybe it was better like this, this way he could run and put his head at ease and actually come up with his next moves. So that’s what Raul did, but as soon as he was back on the house, already in two feet only, she was already wake and preparing something in the kitchen as she chatted with Peter.

Raul leaned on the doorway as he watched her, back on the clothes from last night, talking about her next college project as his brother sipped on his coffee mug, so he cleared his throat not to scare her as he walked in “good morning”

“Morning, Raul, can you keep her company as she eats her breakfast? I actually need to run to Sam’s house to pick up some stuff before he leaves for work” Peter asked, a knowing look on his face as Raul just shrugged it off “thanks, got to go, Y/N, good luck with that sheet!” his brother said before leaving the kitchen completely.

“Hi” she said, eyes trained on the eggs she was making as he stood beside her, his hip leaning on the kitchen counter “would you like some?”

“Sure” he said looking around the room “did you sleep well?”

Y/N’s body visibly stiffened as she cleared her throat before answering “yeah, thank you about last night, by the way”

Raul nodded before changing the subject and seeing her relax at that, knowing it was for the best, mentally deleting the speech he came up with. And that’s where the whole conversation died.

-*-

Months later Raul found himself in an equally as hard situation.

Y/N was spending the weekend at the pack house that was a bit more empty than usual, since a few of the wolves (including Mike) decided to go on a little getaway to run from the cold that was arriving sooner than expected, and since her parents were out of town, his best friend asked if she could stay with them so Y/N wouldn’t be all by herself for four days during the possibility of a storm that was estimated for that weekend. And of course they couldn’t deny it, specially since she was very sweet and everyone loved her.

And tonight was the second night of her in the house and Raul was pacing back and forth on his room, probably about to open a hole on the floor from pacing too much, but he didn’t know what to do. She was downstairs on the living room working on some sort of paper for college and he decided he was going to bed, but as soon as he reached his room, the storm that was expected to happen finally arrived and he literally heard her heart rate speeding up exponentially, but didn’t know how to approach her or even if he should. However, when he heard her curse under her breath when a lightning lit up the whole house he knew he could not do nothing, so he opened the door to his room and basically ran down the stairs.

As Raul reached the bottom of the stairs, he identified Y/N to be the little ball wrapped up in a fluffy blanket in the middle of the couch. He took a deep breath before carefully walking towards her, he tried making enough noise so she wouldn’t get caught off guard but not enough to disturb her. But as soon as he reached the side of the couch she looked up at him with wide teared eyes from the little cocoon of blankets she was. Raul physically stopped himself from cooing at her and pulling her to his lap.

Y/N gave him a little sad laugh as she rubbed her eyes harshly “I’m sorry we always end up meeting like this, I must seem like an idiot, right?”

Raul shook his head sitting down beside her “You’re not an idiot, what’s making you so upset?”

She took a deep breath before answering “I guess I’m just tired, and this paper is a bit harder than I thought and I’m actually a bit afraid of storms, and this is all stupid and I-“

“Hey, it’s not stupid, it’s stressful and it’s okay, no one really like storms, they’re dangerous and pretty scary”

“Sure, when you’re five” she said playfully rolling her eyes as he chuckled softly.

“Oh, darling, you know that’s not true”

“Are you scared of storms?” she asked with an arched brow.

“No”

“See?”

Raul chuckled as he shook his head “you’re really something, aren’t you?”

Y/N shrugged as she saved the document before moving to the book she was using as reference “Why are you up if you’re not scared then?”

“You are”

Y/N turned her head in his direction “Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you up”

“You didn’t, I just knew you were afraid and decided to come check on you” he said already regretting admitting to it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come though, I’m a big girl, I can take it”

Raul gave her his signature lopsided smile that she had only seen a few times directed to her, making her insides a bit toastier than before “I know you can, sweetheart, just didn’t want you to be alone if I could come down and try to help”

“Yeah, that’s the Alpha spirit, right?” and with that sentence Raul rested his head on the back of the sofa with a laugh.

“Maybe” Raul turned his head to face her, deciding he was going to ignore the whole ‘pushing her away’ speech, at least for a moment “I was thinking that maybe we should make some hot chocolates if you want to finish this paper tonight”

“Are you serious?” Y/N had to confirm she wasn’t going mad and that he was actually willingly wanting to spend some time with her.

“Of course I’m serious, you can’t joke about stuff like this”

“What? Hot chocolate?” she asked holding back a laugh.

“Well obviously” he pushed himself up from the couch, relieved to see she seemed distracted enough to forget about the whole weather outside “I’m aces in the kitchen”

Raul offered her his hand and she smiled at him shaking her head before closing her computer and pushing it aside, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull her up carefully “well, how did I just find that out?”

“Because I’m normally too tired and busy most of the time to actually make a meal”

She noticed he didn’t let go of her, and she wasn’t going to be the one to do it or point that out “oh yeah, being the Alpha and bossing everyone around must take a lot of your time and energy”

Raul chuckled as he walked her to the kitchen, letting go of her hand against his will in favor of grabbing the ingredients “Mike’s a bad influence, I bet his the one who told you that”

“You certainly didn’t, we barely talk at all” and as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it.

Raul was with his back facing her as he sorted through the stuff to prepare their drinks, and she was ready to start apologizing, afraid he was going to push her out all over again. Why did she have to go and say something like that? As much as the mood between them was playful, mostly cause he was trying to distract her and she knew it, but it was light and fun, she had to say such thing and ruin it. Sometimes things felt so natural with him that she just forgets that they aren’t that close. But before she could freak out and start spitting strings of ‘I’m sorry’ he did something Y/N wasn’t expecting. Raul started laughing out loud, turning to face her and she ended up laughing as well, maybe out of nervousness or out of relief, either way she laughed.

“I deserved that” he pointed out “but I guess that will have to change since you have such a distorted vision of the Alpha role”

“I wouldn’t particularly mind” she added softly, in hopes he wouldn’t pay much attention to it, but again, Raul was, apparently, a little box of surprises.

“Me neither, darling” he said before turning on the stove.

Y/N felt heat rising up her chest to her face and decided to clear her throat before changing subjects “Who taught you how to cook? Shawn’s a mess in the kitchen, Peter’s good but I know he took lessons”

“I guess I just learned from watching my mom, when I was little I used to spend a lot of my time in the kitchen with her whenever she was using it, my grandma too, and I guess I somehow absorbed that”

“Oh, they’re good?” Y/N took a tentative step closer to him, eager to learn about him and taking the opportunity of his sudden interest in spending time with her to milk all the information she could.

“My mom’s good, but my nan is just fantastic, she told me she used to sit on the counter by her father and watch him, and I guess I did the same”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to do the same cause my kitchen experience resumes to making toast, sandwiches and eggs” she said and he looked at her from the corner of his eye as if he was pondering.

“Then do it, I don’t mind a little audience” he said and she giggled, hoping on the counter beside where he stood.

And that’s how they spent most of their night, with light chatter and a bit of healthy teasing going around and they were ecstatic about it. Y/N felt like she was finally able to relax after all the stress and she felt weirdly complete, almost as if before she was missing a piece. And Raul, he was over the fucking moon and already regretting keeping her away for that long, avoiding every type of contact with her and he was almost telling Mike to piss himself and ignoring all this stupid made up rules he made. He sat down by Y/N’s side as he helped her finish her paper and he was actually able to, finishing it in less than twenty minutes, so they just sat down side by side talking about random stuff, until he noticed she was starting to get sleepier and sleepier with every passing minute.

“You should go to bed, sweetheart” he pointed as she was basically leaning her weight on his side, not that he minded, but they got really close really fast

“Already trying to get rid of me?” she joked and he laughed despite being afraid that was something she actually believed in, and maybe that’s what drove him to ask her what he did next.

“Never, and if you’re still a bit nervous about the rain you can sleep in my room, I can always take the couch”

“I can’t kick you out of your bed” she said looking up at him

“You’re not kicking me out, I’m inviting you and offering to stay elsewhere”

Y/N shook her head “I don’t mind sharing if you do”

Raul didn’t expect it, but he also wasn’t mad about it “If you really don’t mind, then yeah”

“Okay, I’m ready for bed if you are” she said grabbing her stuff.

Raul nodded as he helped her to carry her school material up to his room, which he placed on top of his dresser before turning around to face her standing awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, nothing I just-“ she mumbled as he chuckled.

Raul stopped by the end of his bed “I can still take the couch if you’re uncomfortable”

“It’s not that, you don’t make me uncomfortable” she said as she walked up to him “I don’t know what it is, I just feel safe around you, is it weird?”

Raul was not expecting it as he looked down at her “No, not at all, you can climb on the bed, darling” he offered as he did the same on his side.

She ended up taking up on his offer and laying down on the other side, pulling the covers up her body “you can be really sweet when you want to, you know?” she mumbled softly after a while, after the lights were already off and the only source of light in the room was coming from the lamp on his bedside table.

Raul said turning to face her, only to find Y/N already on her side facing him “Don’t think many think the same”

Y/N laughed and shook her head “guess you’re just good at pretending you’re this big bad Alpha when you’re just a big softie”

Raul laughed throwing his head back and she couldn’t stop herself from admiring the sound, his neck and his beautiful face, looking a lot more soft than normally.

“I really like your laugh” she blurted out before she could think.

His laugh was cut short when he realized her words and he smiled at her “I like yours, wish I could hear it more often”

“Well, it’s not really hard to get me to laugh”

Raul smiled at her “yeah, hm- I wanted to apologize”

“For what?” she asked, genuine curiosity shining on her eyes.

“For being a dick to you, for such a long time, there’s not an excuse for that, as much as I tried to come up with one” he finally admitted running his hands through his curls.

Y/N bit her lower lip as she looked at him “you’re never a dick to me, you’re a bit closed off, yeah, but never a dick, you never made me feel uncomfortable or anything like that, and ever since that night where you made it clear you didn’t dislike me, a few things started making more sense to me”

“Like what?” it was his turn to get confused.

She sighed heavily “I thought for a very long time you just hated my guts or didn’t want me near for being a human or an outsider, but then you said it wasn’t the case and you were so sweet to me that night, and the morning after, and ever since that day, even though you weren’t necessarily cuddling with me and being around me all the time, you were slowly opening up, spending more time around me when I was here and at first I was confused, but then yesterday I was talking to Peter and he may or may not have told me this was something to do with Mike”

“What?” Raul almost sat up, but he didn’t want her to stop talking, so he held back his impulse and just kept laying down.

“And I also talked to my mom about it, very recently, and she said my dad had a similar reaction to her when he found out they’re mates… I’m not implying anything, and I can be totally wrong about it, but I thought about it for a second and I swear it made sense, it explained why I felt so drawn to you since I first laid eyes on you” she admitted, coiling into herself a bit.

Raul was completely taken back, not knowing what to do or what to say, not expecting her to come into realization and not knowing how to proceed, that until she mumbled a soft “please say something, anything, just don’t shut me off again”

“No, darling, it’s not that, I’m sorry” he said reaching for her hand as grabbing it in his “I’m just speechless, I- you feel it too?”

“Is it true?”

“I- yes” he sighed in relief.

“You’re my mate?! Or I’m yours, I’m sorry, I don’t know how this works” she giggled nervously.

Raul couldn’t stop his smile to blossom on his lips as he nodded his head what felt like a thousand times “whatever you want, I don’t mind”

“So what does that mean now?” she said shuffling closer to him.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, I know your brother wouldn’t appreciate the idea and I don’t want to hurt you or cause any pain, darling, I just want what’s best for you” Raul said squeezing her hand gently.

“You could never hurt me, and I don’t honestly care about what Mike thinks right now” she said placing a hand on his chest “what do you want?”

“Honestly?” he asked and she nodded eagerly, which made him chuckle “you, in any way you’ll have me, but I also don’t want to rush you into anything, this works differently for me since I’m a wolf”

“Yeah, I know how sensitive you guys can be” she joked and he laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead “but I want you, I feel the pull to have you near me almost as a need”

“I know, sweetheart, I feel the same way” Raul admitted pulling her closer by her waist “just don’t want to skip any steps with you, but I kept you away long enough”

Y/N nodded tipping her head back to look at his beautiful face better, their noses brushing due to the proximity “agreed, but I still want you close”

“We’re already close, darling” he breathed a chuckled and she shook her head.

“Are you afraid of kissing me? What are you? Twelve?” she teased and he laughed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Of course not” he whispered leaning a bit closer.

“Then what’s taking you so long?”

“Bossy little thing” he teased one more time before closing the space between them in a gentle kiss.

Y/N tangled her fingers in his wild curls as he cupped her jaw carefully, afraid that if he squeezed her even a tiniest bit she was going to disappear. But his gentle touches soon turned into a bit more urgent ones and she pulled his hair, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. Raul tighten his hand on her waist, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it to him softly before lessening the sting with a swipe of his tongue. And unfortunately Y/N had to pull away too soon for her liking due to her stupid lungs needing oxygen. Raul leaned in to press a bunch of soft, barely there, kisses all over her face.

She giggled a bit breathlessly as she murmured “Mike will murder me when he finds out”

“Shh, we can worry about that when he’s back, he’ll have to get over it eventually”

Y/N giggled before leaning in for one more kiss.

“Okay, love, we really should sleep, and then tomorrow I can maybe take you on a date if you want” he said pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before resting his forehead on hers.

Y/N smiled up at him “Or we can have a little movie marathon here and you’ll make me dinner”

Raul laughed “you’re a mean one, you know that?”

“Why?”

“Because you know I can’t say no to you” he said and she smiled at him.

“Good boy, you’re such a good puppy” Y/N teased and he laughed.

Raul shook his head “okay, it’s definitely time for you to go to bed”

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fleursowl · 3 years

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James & Sirius friendship drabble

this is for @gaeilgelupin because it’s her BIRTHDAY GO WISH HAN A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RN!! han i love u millions u r the james to my sirius <3

never saw one without the other, did you? you’d have thought they were brothers

it was the fourth week into the summer holidays, and James had yet to hear from Sirius

now, if you asked James, he would say he was a pretty relaxed person. prone to fits of excitement, sure, but all in all? a calm, cool, collected guy. (not everyone agreed with this)

however, his calmness had a breaking point. and that breaking point was neither him, nor remus or pete, having heard even a whisper from sirius all summer- even their two-way mirrors had been silent since sirius had arrived at grimmauld place

neither remus nor peter had heard from him either, which was particularly bugging james as no matter how bad sirius’ summers had been previously, sirius always managed to write to remus at least once

after not being able to stand james’ constant fretting any longer, euphemia had invited remus to stay midway through the summer, hoping the mild-mannered boy would be a calming influence on him

this did not have the desired effect however, as james now had a person to bounce his fretting off, and after a week into remus’ stay euphemia was beginning to feel like pulling her hair out

however, this all rose to a climax one warm august evening, where euphemia and fleamont had stayed up late playing gobstones in the living room with james and remus in an attempt to distract them from their worries

james was in the middle of doing a victory lap around the room, crowing his victory, when two bodies stumbled out of the fireplace in a pile of soot and ash and- what was that smell?

all members of the potter house jumped back in surprise, wands drawn and at the ready, only to find it was regulus clutching what looked like sirius’ body to his chest, his eyes wide and imploring

“i can’t stay, i have to go back. you have to help him- don’t ever let him come back.” he urged, depositing sirius’ body onto the carpet, and with that, he turned back and stepped into the fireplace, shouting “grimmauld place!” before disappearing in roar of flames

the firelight gave effie a chance to momentarily glimpse sirius’ face and she let out a noise james had never heard from her before, falling to her knees beside sirius on the carpet and pulling his head to rest in her lap

“fleamont, please contact dumbledore immediately. james, go get my emergency aid kit.” she commanded, her voice shaking but firm as she waved her wand over sirius’ body, her eyes intent on his twitching body

james and remus stared at sirius, lifeless in effie’s arms, and a sob escaped remus’ throat, a hand clasping over his mouth as he collapsed next to effie, desperate hands frantically trying to find something to do to help

in the meantime, james had run to get the emergency kit and passed it to his mother with shaking hands, watching her heal scar after vicious scar on sirius’ body, tapping her wand against his chest and nearly sobbing in relief when breath rushed back to sirius’ body, causing him to wake up in a rush, immediately sitting up and letting out a cry of pain, his head landing again in effie’s lap

“where’s… regulus?” he croaked out, reaching out a hand as though he thought regulus would take it. instead james stepped over, grasping sirius’ hand in his like it was a lifeline

“he’s gone back, sirius. are you…” words choked james’ throat as he surveyed the broken body of his best friend, his brother, and he turned to remus in the hope that he would be able to say something, but remus was already clutching sirius’ hand, tears pouring down his cheeks and clearly beyond speaking

after a few more minutes of tense silence, the only noise being sirius’ occasional groan or whimper of pain, james finally forced the emotions back out of his throat and managed to articulate again. “is he going to- is he going to be alright?” he stammered to his mother, and she paused momentarily in her healing of sirius to run a soothing hand through his hair

“he’s going to be just fine, he’ll just need a while to recover. is the spare bedroom tidy?” effie reassured, and james closed his eyes and thanked whoever was listening that he’d been blessed with her as a mother. “it’s tidy, but i’d rather stay with him. can’t he stay in my room with me and remus?”

euphemia potter looked up from her healing of sirius into the wide, watery eyes of her son and his best friend, and knew there would be no arguing with them. sirius would be staying in james’ room.

sirius woke up sharply the next morning in james’ bed, gasping for breath and looking around wildly. after clearly not recognising where he was, he started thrashing and crying out again, waking up james who was curled up next to him

“hey… hey, sirius, it’s me, prongs, i’m here mate, you’re at my house” james did his best to soothe the terrified boy, nervous hands flying all over his body before deciding his shoulders were the best place to rest them

“i’m at your house?” sirius whispered, wide eyes looking like they couldn’t quite believe it when james nodded back at him. “at my house. you’re safe, sirius.” “safe.” sirius repeated back to him, his hands trembling and curling over james’ chuddley cannons duvet

“safe, padfoot.” james promised, lying back next to sirius and putting a tentative arm over his bandaged chest so that even in his sleep, sirius would know he was with people who loved him

over the next few days sirius gradually grew back into himself, the worst day being when dumbledore visited and sirius was forced with trembling hands to recount the events of his last night at grimmauld place to a room of euphemia, fleamont, dumbledore, james and remus. after dumbledore had asked a few follow up questions and promised he would sort things out sirius had collapsed into remus’ waiting arms, allowing the boy to lead him back to james’ bedroom where the three boys stayed for hours, just sitting quietly in each other’s company on james’ bed

a week later the worst of sirius’ wounds had healed and he accompanied fleamont on a trip to london, which he returned from laden with bags and grinning ear to ear.

“i can stay! forever!” he crowed as soon as he got back, throwing himself at james and nearly tackling him to the ground. james couldn’t believe his luck- not only was his best friend out of the worst place he’d ever heard of, but he was moving in with him!

the three marauders immediately ran to the potters’ spare room which had been given happily to sirius. however, the thing that shocked sirius the most was that he was allowed to decorate it however he wanted- hence the trip to london with fleamont

“merlin pads, how many bloody bowie posters do you need?” james grumbled from where he was stood on top of a chest of drawers, getting his fingers tangled in spellotape as he attempted to stick up his fifth david bowie poster as of yet, snorting at sirius who was busy not helping and instead had chosen to twirl around the room to the music blasting out of his brand new record player

“oh i don’t know, i think he has more of freddie mercury.” remus grinned, ignoring sirius’ indignant protests and tugging him in by the waist to press a kiss to his hair.

sirius’ offence was of course, a pretence, as when he stood in his room in the arms of his moony watching james wobble off the chest of drawers with a yelp, crashing onto his bed, a warm feeling spread from his chest to the rest of his body, a warm feeling that he felt whenever he looked at james. james, his best friend. james, his partner in crime. james, his fellow marauder.

james, his brother.

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theadventurousdork · 3 years

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Dani Clayton and Jamie Taylor: A scene by scene study on the dynamism of a queer romance

by theadventurousdork

Well, here we are! An unnecessarily long essay breaking down Dani and Jamie’s scenes together that I decided to write purely for the fact that they have taken a hold of my queer little heart and haven’t given it back yet. Grab some awful tea or coffee and take a read, if you’d like!

Episode One

In this episode, we see Dani and Jamie meet for the very first time. This is the beginning of them and their story. It all starts in the kitchen of Bly Manor where a dirt covered Jamie walks in just in time for the residents of Bly to gather for an afternoon lunch.

“The gardener didn’t even introduce herself to the new au pair. She barely acknowledged her at all. Simply treated her as if she’d always been there. The others in the room just assumed they’d already met, which, if she were honest, was how the au pair felt when she first saw the young woman.”

Jamie walks in without even batting an eye to the new guest meanwhile, we see a soft eyed Dani looking over at the gardener with a gaze that gives the audience the first look to the gravitational pull that seems to be set between them. With Dani explaining her belief that she has seen someone on the parapet of the old wing, Jamie’s reaction is cold. She looks down at the table with a hardened look. She looks almost hurt. We learn later on that Jamie was the first adult resident of Bly to find the dead body of Rebecca Jessel floating in the lake of the manor which has probably resulted in trauma for Jamie as she remembers her late friend. With Owen and Hannah also finding the possibility of someone being on the balcony to be slim, the residents carry on with their meal. As the introduction to Jamie’s character, we are able to see her cold and guarded exterior. However, we also see her wit and humor as she comfortably pokes fun at Miles and Flora. The space she takes when she walks into a room isn’t empty for she fills it with her bold personality and Dani immediately takes notice of this yet she doesn’t show any hint of openly acknowledging it.

Episode Two

Episode two sheds a different light on the pairing. This episode gives us the first look at Dani’s trauma and the weight that she’s feeling on her conscience. But first, we see her changing the tide at Bly as she puts Miles and Flora to work in the garden as punishment for locking her in a closet. As Dani and the children pull weeds, a relaxed Hannah and Jamie watch from a distance just as Owen offers them drinks. As the trio sip on their gin and tea, they discuss Dani and how her presence is a nice addition to the grounds of Bly. This is where something I call “testing of the waters: part one” occurs. Jamie asks Owen if he thinks that Dani’s pretty before continuing to poke fun at his inability to answer. Now this seems rude, especially considering Hannah’s negative reaction to it even going as far as to remind her that romances don’t fare well at Bly. However, I feel like Jamie does this purposefully to see if Owen would provide any reaction that would indicate that he would have any intent of pursuing Dani, which he quickly shuts down as he states that he only has eyes for Hannah. Jamie’s choice to do this can boil down to a simple poking of fun or maybe something more in terms of her trying to understand, and maybe even deny, the gravitational pull that she’s feeling towards Dani by deflecting it to Owen.

This episode also offers the first glimpse into Jamie’s humanity and her deeply empathetic nature. As a distressed Dani storms outside in tears after being triggered from seeing her dead ex-fiancé’s glasses, our favorite gardener comes to the rescue with buckets in hand. Now this is probably the first time that Dani has physically seen Edmund’s glasses since she packed them away before leaving Bly which can explain her intense reaction to finding Flora wearing them. The part to highlight about this interaction between Jamie and Dani isn’t the fact that Jamie tries to console her but is the way that she does so. First and foremost, the gardener tries to make au pair laugh. She makes multiple attempts in her dialogue to make Dani crack the slightest smile. Jamie’s dialogue saying, “there we are,” after Dani finally gives into the attempted jokes shows how laughter was Jamie’s initial goal.

“How else do you think I keep all these fucking plants watered? With my endless well of deep inconsolable tears. That’s how. It’s what got me the job in the first place.”

After she accomplishes this, she goes on to relate to Dani by telling her that she cries several times a day in an effort to make Dani feel normal and not alone in her vulnerable state. To see someone as cold and guarded as Jamie admit to something like this quickly humanizes her and puts her in the position of becoming a dynamic character. Finally, Jamie tells the au pair that she’s doing a great job and leaves a smiling Dani to watch her as she leaves. This offers insight to how Jamie doesn’t like seeing people in distress. She radiates a grounding energy and puts it upon herself to ensure that no one feels like they’re in over their head.

Dani is able to return the favor as she finds an angry Jamie kneeled over a massacre of her rose bushes. Jamie’s hotheaded attitude is shown as she wastes no time getting up to confront Miles for cutting her roses before they were ready. The point to highlight in this moment is that Dani hears her out. Dani listens to Jamie’s grievances and not once tells her that she’s overreacting. Dani hasn’t known Jamie for long but she knows the importance of plants to the gardener and she doesn’t give Miles a pass at ruining something that matters so much to her. Having two separate scenes showing that each half of the pair have the power to talk each other down regardless of having known each other long, serves as a taste as what’s to come for their journey together.

Episode Three

Here we see “testing of the waters: part two” as the keepers of Bly watch over a sleeping Miles and Flora by a crackling fireplace. A tired Hannah rests her head on Owen’s shoulder as Dani and Jamie watch from across the room. Jamie goes onto ask Dani if she wishes she were leaning on Owen instead of Hannah and explains how every woman in town fawns over Owen without him even knowing it. This key moment goes hand in hand with Jamie’s testing of the waters in episode 2 when she tests Owen’s potential attraction to Dani to now testing to see if Dani would be interested in Owen. Jamie’s subtle comments allow her to see the odds of Dani liking Owen without risking any awkward interaction that would potentially be too invasive. With Owen being the only man in the house, it’s understandable for Jamie to want to see if Dani would pursue him which in turn would signal that Dani may not be interested in someone like her.

What comes next is what I like to believe is the moment that Jamie begins to fall for Dani and I mean really fall for her. The conversation about love and possession is beautifully done and sets the distinction that will go onto separate Peter and Rebecca from Dani and Jamie. After a vindictive history lesson on the toxicity of Peter and Rebecca’s relationship, Jamie mentions the idea of loving someone versus possessing someone to which Dani replies that she doesn’t believe should be possible. The effect of this is seen on Jamie’s face as she looks at Dani. It’s a face that says that she’s staring at someone who understands. Understands the fragility of love and the thin lines that separate healthy versions of love from toxic ones. It happens in the span of a second but we can see a switch click in Jamie’s mind just before she breaks her gaze. From what we collect of Jamie’s past a few episodes later, we come to understand that she has always been owned. Stemming from a broken home and growing up in the foster care system, Jamie has always been someone else’s possession to claim ownership of but never was truly loved and nurtured. To hear someone finally understand that there’s a distinction between loving someone versus feeling like they have the right of possessing them, must feel like a moment of overdue comfort.

After a restless night due to seeing Edmund’s ghost again, Dani wakes up the following morning to see Jamie asleep on the couch. This scene lasts merely thirty seconds so why make the choice to keep it in? What significance does it really hold? Is there any significance at all? For me, the significance is comfort. I feel like there’s a level of comfort that Dani feels when she realizes that Jamie was just down the stairs as she laid awake the night prior feeling as if she were alone in the depths of her own shadows.

The new day ends in the tragic news that Owen’s mom has passed away. After a sympathetic Hannah sends Owen off and leaves to light a candle for the deceased, the gardener and au pair are left to give their own goodbyes to each other. As Dani voices that she’s glad that Jamie stayed on the grounds throughout the day and the night prior, Jamie agrees and the two share an uninterrupted gaze at one another. Here is where we see Dani’s first advance as she takes hold of Jamie’s hand. Ever so slightly does Jamie latch back before Dani quickly pulls away.

“Who the hell knew?”

Those words leave Jamie’s mouth as a mixture of relief and shock paint her face as she gets into her car. Dani watches her drive away with an expression that reads “did I really do what I think I just did?” This moment is cut short as she turns around to see Edmund’s ghost staring blankly from behind her. Fear overcomes Dani and a scream is let out as Edmund gets sucked backwards by an invisible force. Up until this point, Edmund’s ghost has remained stagnant, either appearing in a reflection or in parts. This extreme motion of getting pulled backward into the manor can be read as a way to reflect the intensity of the emotions that Dani is feeling in that exact moment. The amount of tension that Dani must have felt to muster up the courage to reach for Jamie’s hand must have been extremely intense which in turn would evoke an intense manifestation of Edmund’s ghost.

Episode Four

Episode four is what I call the episode of guilt. In this hour, we delve deeper into Dani’s past and the darkness that she’s been holding in her heart. Dani’s life just before Bly is revealed and we see snippets of her life with Edmund. From childhood best friends to teenage lovers to getting engaged, Dani and Edmund almost seemed like the perfect set up to an 80s romcom. Almost is the key word here as it’s revealed that Dani breaks up with Edmund just before he storms out of their car into the path of an oncoming truck, killing him right in front of her thus revealing why Edmund is haunting her. Flashforward to Bly, Dani has begun to see Edmund’s ghost more and more. His first appearance in the episode is in Dani’s bedroom mirror just as Jamie helps unzip her dress. If it weren’t apparent in the episodes prior, Dani holds an immense amount of guilt. This guilt doesn’t only stem from being the reason why Edmund was killed but also lies in who she is. Edmund’s presence is symbolic for the guilt that Dani feels whenever she is just on the brink of exploring her sexuality. We see that every interaction that Dani has with Edmund’s ghost occurs just after she shares a moment with Jamie. With Jamie being a tangible representation of what Dani desires, her visions of Edmund become more intense and more frequent as her guilt increases.

The episode continues to show Dani experiencing Edmund’s haunting again when Jamie arrives back to the manor after attending Owen’s mom’s funeral. Here we see Dani catching herself staring at Jamie from across the table. When Jamie catches her gaze, Dani retreats to the sink where we see a mixture of nervousness and excitement across Dani’s face as she looks over her shoulder to take one more look. This moment filled with butterflies and yearning is cut short as Edmund’s hands slide across Dani’s hips as she sees him in a reflection which causes her to panic. Edmund’s presence is growing closer and stronger as Dani has begun to navigate her feelings for Jamie.

In a flashback, we get a glimpse into possibly one of the first times that Dani’s internal conflict of her sexuality crosses her mind. As Dani gets a dress fitted, the female tailor makes flirtatious passes at her. We see Dani acknowledge these advances and isn’t opposed to them occurring. The scene switches to a guilt stricken Dani, her eyebrows furrowed above saddened eyes that wander upward to Jamie who’s helping prep the table for dinner. This quick glance up to Jamie holds so much. The internal turmoil that Dani is feeling in this moment is palpable. To think that all of her moments of repression have led up to this. This feeling of wanting. This feeling of yearning. To live openly and authentically as the person she’s always been.

Later that night, the keepers of Bly hold a bonfire to honor those that they’ve lost. A weight can be felt on the four as they remember their late loved ones by the warmth of the fire. The concept of found family lies in the heart of those who find a home at Bly and can be seen through Hannah and Jamie’s odes to the late Rebecca, Dominic, and Charlotte.

“Because from here on in, the shadows get deeper… the nights get longer. We’re heading into the dark and we have to hang onto each other. So, we can only carry so much.”

As they commemorate who they’ve lost, Jamie mentions Dani and how she believes that Dani is the key to getting Miles and Flora back to themselves. A moment of pain rushes across Dani’s face as Jamie states how she believes that Dani is stronger than she thinks. To be in the midst of an internal conflict yet hear how someone believes in your strength can be something so painful to hear as you struggle to believe it yourself. We see Dani in a battle with herself as she fights to live authentically regardless of the guilt she’s carrying.

Eventually, the gardener and the au pair break away from Owen and Hannah to go to the greenhouse. A pivotal moment in the growth of Dani and Jamie’s relationship occurs here when Dani makes the decision to lay everything out on the table for Jamie and finally explain her history with Edmund as well as sometimes seeing his ghost.

“I’ve never told anybody that.”

These words that leave Dani’s mouth are so intimate and so vulnerable. Jamie takes what she’s being dealt and handles it with such a level of care that ensures that Dani knows that she’s being heard and respected. As we’ve seen Jamie talk Dani down from a breakdown in episode 2, we see a parallel here where Jamie takes it upon herself to make Dani laugh in an effort to console her. This moment is cut short as Dani musters the courage to ask the heartbreaking question that allows Jamie to make the decision whether to take or leave Dani and all of her baggage.

“Think I’m crazy?”

The pain in Dani’s face as she asks this shows just how scared she is to be rejected by the one person she wants the most. Without even a hint of hesitation, Jamie reassures her that nothing has changed in her view of Dani’s strength. A wave of relief comes over Dani as she’s hit her tipping point of acting upon the feelings she’s been suppressing all this time. She kisses Jamie and a moment of vulnerability is shown on Jamie’s face as she gets the confirmation that Dani is sure in her decision to do this. This moment is short lived by Edmund’s ghost appearing just behind Jamie, causing Dani to retreat in a panic. This is probably the worst cockblock in the history of cockblocks. Dani quickly retreats as Jamie mirrors her actions and immediately puts her walls back up as embarrassment sinks into them both in different directions. As the pair make it back to Hannah and Owen, Dani is visibly disappointed with how things ended up. Jamie’s comment of “it’s all good” as she guides Owen away from the bonfire shows how she would prefer to move on right away instead of confronting the confusing messages she’s just received from Dani.

The final scene of the episode is what I like to call Dani’s last straw. Dani’s guilt has turned to anger as she makes the decision to confront her own shadows by throwing Edmund’s glasses into the bonfire. Flashbacks of kissing Jamie intercut the scene to really solidify Dani’s desires to move on and be able to freely love her without the burden of her past.

“It’s just you and me then.”

Dani is tired. She’s waited for this moment. She’s finally accepted this part of her and she stares straight into Edmund’s ghost without any more fear. She’s found the strength to move on.

Episode Six

The sponsor of this episode is cement as Dani and Jamie cement their relationship in this hour. The episode begins with Dani’s attempt at reconciliation after the unfortunate cockblock of a certain dead ex-fiancé in episode four. Dani wakes up at the crack of dawn to visit Jamie in her greenhouse. Dani’s entire existence in this moment is ridden with nervousness as she puts on her best “everything is normal” face. Jamie is quick to notice how out of character waking up this early is for Dani to which Dani dismisses. We see that Jamie’s cold and guarded exterior is back and for good reason considering the unfortunate events at the end of her and Dani’s last interaction. Dani’s eagerness to patch things up puts her through several attempts at getting a reaction out of Jamie, each of which ends up being shut down. First is the gesture of giving Jamie coffee which results in her gently spitting it back into the cup. Next is Dani’s attempt at voicing how lonely she’s been.

“No Owen. No you.”

Dani’s voice drags on a little longer here to emphasize how Jamie’s absence the last few days have created a noticeable emptiness at the manor. Jamie responds with a simple “sometimes people wanna be alone” which seems like her own personal choice. However, Dani finally gets a reaction through Jamie’s icy exterior when she makes her laugh after a terrible attempt at a British accent. This mirrors the other instances prior where Jamie has made the effort to make Dani laugh in order to ease any emotional tension. After the ice has been broken, we see Dani’s first wind of confidence as she asks Jamie out to a boring ol’ date at a boring ol’ pub. We can see relief and a sense of pride strewn across Dani’s face when Jamie catches her drift. This marks the beginning of a fresh start for the two.

The next time we see the pair is in the kitchen as Jamie surprises Dani by coming back to the manor after initially leaving.

“Made it halfway home and I thought ‘rough day, maybe Poppins might fancy a little boredom.’”

Dani’s shocked excitement quickly turns into awkward nervousness as Hannah and Owen wave them away to spend time together. Jamie gently takes Dani’s hand and guides her out of the room. This presents the reaffirmation that Jamie still cares enough to try again with Dani.

The gardener leads the au pair somewhere off on the grounds of Bly to a secret area where moonflowers have bloomed. She explains how difficult they are to grow in England and how fragile their lifespan is.

“That’s a lot of work for a flower that only blooms once.”

“That’s what people feel like to me. Exhaustive effort, very little to show for it.”

“All of them?”

“All of them. Even you. Even me… especially me.”

Jamie’s emphasis on herself shows her insecurity of not being enough after anyone makes the effort to break down her walls and gets to know who she really is. What follows is a tear-jerking speech that gives insight on Jamie’s past and her painful upbringing. From the details of her childhood like growing up in a broken home, being forced into foster care, and serving time in jail, we begin to understand why she puts such a strong, guarded front. The absence of a family unit in her youth and young adulthood has resulted in her feeling like she may be unlovable. Like she might not be worth the effort of loving. Just as Dani did in episode four, this is Jamie laying everything out on the table for Dani to decide whether or not she will take or leave Jamie and all of her baggage. After Jamie finishes her monologue, Dani gets up and doesn’t say a word. She takes hold of Jamie and kisses her. No words can alleviate the pain that Jamie’s endured but the effort of loving her can be a start. Dani pulls away for a brief moment to reveal a relieved Jamie smiling back at her after she has realized that Dani has chosen to accept her for everything that she is.

The next scene they have together is the morning after Dani finally gets her first restful night’s sleep.

“The au pair could not remember that last time she’d slept this well. And she thought perhaps she never had.”

The moment to highlight in this short scene is Dani stopping to look at herself in the mirror. She is finally able to see her truest self without being haunted of guilt. She smiles as she looks at her reflection and to a sleeping Jamie in the bed next to her. She’s finally made peace with herself.

The final Dani and Jamie scene of the episode occurs at the end of the day just as Dani puts Flora to bed. Here we see the purity in the relationship that the two are creating. We see Dani unapologetically long for Jamie as she says she’s going to leave for the night. The au pair’s subtle look at the gardener’s lips as she speaks and the inching closer and closer to her shows just how high Dani’s confidence levels have risen to after being able to finally love freely. To see Dani in such a smitten state of mind is a breath of fresh air for not only herself but for us, the viewers, who have seen her in such a trapped state of mind when it comes to loving someone. The innocence of longing, in tandem of making the promise of spending other nights together, show how much care and caution they are taking in order to ensure that they’re building their relationship in a healthy manner. What they are both experiencing shows a trade off of what they each have to give to the other. Dani has accepted her sexuality, which is something that seems like Jamie has already done long ago. Meanwhile, Jamie is being loved and wanted, potentially for the first time which is something that Dani has already experienced in her past. Each half of the pairing offers support and guidance to the other as they begin their journey as a couple.

Episode Nine

This final episode of the season was an absolute doozy in terms of Dani and Jamie’s relationship. I’ve watched all of these scenes a solid million times over and I bawl my eyes out every. damn. time. But I mopped up my tear-soaked notebook and carried on for the purpose of this essay. The episode picks up action as Flora sacrifices herself to save Dani from being dragged and choked to death by Viola, the Lady of the Lake. As Jamie and Owen arrive back at the manor after both having awful dreams, they briefly see Hannah as she says that they’re needed at the lake. Jamie bolts the second she hears Dani yelling. She knows Dani’s in trouble and wastes absolutely zero time trying to find her. Jamie yells Dani’s name and you can feel that her sense of urgency has one goal in mind: save Dani.

“It’s you. It’s me. It’s Us.”

Viola has accepted the au pair’s offer. Besides Flora, Jamie is the only witness to see Dani’s last moment of belonging to only herself. From this point on, the darkness begins to fester deep within Dani’s soul and Jamie must live knowing that there was nothing that she could do as she watched Dani let part of herself go to let Viola in. Jamie runs into the lake as Dani’s trauma starts almost immediately. Her breathing is quickened, and she can’t stop repeating those final words that she felt deep in her bones. The gardener holds the au pair and takes one look at her as she already notices the effects of trauma. Dani’s darting eyes are panicked as she struggles to register that Jamie is there with her. Her breathing finally slows as Jamie holds her close in her attempts to calm her down. Jamie is Dani’s grounding force in this moment. Dani has finally freed the ghosts of Bly but at the cost of her own self. Her own life for the souls of the others.

The following scene highlights the days following the incident at the lake, immediately starting with Jamie and Owen looking into the well to find Hannah’s dead body. I wanted to highlight this moment just for the sake of Jamie for she has been there to witness all the deaths of her loved ones firsthand. She was the first adult to find Rebecca in the lake, one of the first to find Hannah in the well, and the first to see Dani die in more ways than one. She just can’t seem to catch a break but after all… death is beautiful, it’s natural.

Jamie finds Dani as she packs away her things however, Dani’s mind appears to be somewhere else. Darkness has begun to burrow itself into Dani’s soul. She’s shaking. She’s terrified. She’s mourning the loss of herself.

“I feel her. In here. It’s so quiet, it’s so quiet, but she’s in here. And this part of her that’s in here, it isn’t… peaceful.”

Dani explains how Viola’s presence feels like a beast waiting for her in a thick jungle. She feels hopeless again but this time feels heavier than all the rest. She has something to lose here now. She has a relationship with Jamie to lose, she has an entire life to lose. It isn’t as simple as feeling the guilt of losing someone or the guilt of loving someone. This feeling isn’t human, this feeling of dread goes beyond what the stages of grief entails. Where is she to go if she can’t go within herself to find peace?

“She’s gonna take me.”

A tear falls down Jamie’s face as these heavy words fall out of Dani’s mouth. This is the first hint of Jamie losing Dani. The fear of the inevitable fills the room with such a weight that no words can alleviate Dani’s pain. Yet Jamie tries. She tries her damn best. She offers her company with the seal of a pinky promise. She gives all that she can offer: herself and her love. Dani’s feeling of darkness doesn’t have to be lonely this time.

After a final goodbye to Henry, Miles, and Flora, the gardener and the au pair set off to start their lives together as the image of Bly fades away into the distance. Their life together starts at a diner as Jamie plans their course of action, hoping to end up in Vermont to see snow by Christmas. Here we see Dani looking at her own reflection in the tableside jukebox before stopping Jamie as she worries that they’re planning too far ahead. Dani’s cautious. She doesn’t want to get either of their hopes up.

“One day at a time is fine by me. As long as those days are with you, Poppins. One day at a time is what we’ve got.”

There’s a brightness in these words which in turn reflect onto them. There’s a light in this moment that shows that they haven’t lost their footing yet. And thus begins the final climb to their highest point before the tragedy that lies ahead occurs. We flashforward to a year later to The Leafling, the flower shop that the pair have opened up together. Dani is still Dani and Jamie is still Jamie but more in love this time than the last time and the time before that.

“You see, I’m not sick of you. At all. I’m actually pretty in love with you, it turns out.”

Here we see the reintroduction of the moonflower. The symbol of Jamie and Dani’s love. The last time we saw the moonflower was back when the pair finally made the choice to accept one another and start their relationship. This time, we see the moonflower one last time as Jamie chooses to solidify their love by finally breaking the big L word.

A montage ensues of the gardener and the au pair’s life together. Years have passed and peace was just finally in their grasp. Or so it seemed. This feeling of fluttering innocence is put to a halt as Dani sees Viola’s reflection in the door of the flower shop. Dani stops in her tracks as she stares at the reflection, her face is still as she stands in a quiet shock. That is until she sees Jamie through the door, smiling at her with such a playful gaze. This instance shows yet again that Jamie is Dani’s grounding force even after all this time and Dani’s own reflection returns not even a second later. This is a moment for the audience to take a peek into Jamie’s importance in Dani’s life, especially at a point that something so vengeful is making its way to the surface. To see Jamie’s smiling face cut through the image of the beast in the jungle, we can’t help but feel the same pain yet also the sense of relief that Dani must feel in this moment. Although Dani returns to herself, we can’t help but feel Viola’s presence looming.

The scene that follows is another significant milestone in Dani and Jamie’s journey together as Dani comes back home with a dying plant that’s concealing an engagement ring. Above the surface, Dani has put the ring in a dying plant because she knew that Jamie would waste no time investigating how to save it. But this can also be interpreted in relation to Jamie’s moonflower speech where she says “every living thing grows out of every dying thing” to show how their relationship is taking the next step of growth as she pulls the ring out of a dying plant. The ring itself is a traditional Irish Claddagh ring, which shows how Dani did her research and chose a ring specific to Jamie’s northern heritage. The hands that make the band of the ring represents friendship, while the heart representing love, and the crown representing loyalty. These representations are fitting for the relationship that the pairing has created and for Dani’s proposal speech.

“Here’s the thing - you’re my best friend and the love of my life. And I don’t know how much time we have left but however much it is, I wanna spend it with you.”

The thing to highlight about Dani and Jamie’s relationship is that it runs on Dani’s timeline which is something that is so important to showcase, especially considering how Edmund had made almost all the choices for her in her previous engagement. Jamie understands this and has always insured that Dani felt comfortable before progressing further into their relationship together. In this moment, Jamie finally has a promise of love while Dani has security in the person she loves the most. As Jamie accepts her proposal and the two share a moment of celebration, Dani’s face of worry as she hugs Jamie shows that she feels an inability to be fully happy. She’s unable to fully give herself to Jamie in this moment which in turn shows how Viola’s presence is getting closer and getting darker.

We jump slightly forward in time to the pair visiting Owen’s aptly named restaurant, A Batter Place. After a moment of remembrance for Hannah, Dani looks into the reflection of a metal water pitcher to see Viola’s reflection yet again. Dani’s face is surprised by this sight, but she keeps it quietly to herself as to not ruin the moment of reunion. If we compare this instance to the first time Dani looked at her reflection at the tableside jukebox at the diner years prior, we can see that this moment is filled with much more darkness. The light that used to be inside of her is dimming. Although Jamie is holding her and is physically next to her in this moment, she doesn’t cut through the darkness anymore. Jamie’s power as a grounding force is dimming as well.

“So, they’re all happy?”

The inflection in Dani’s voice here is so subtle that only Jamie takes notice of it. Jamie looks at Dani and senses that something has gone off in her. Owen continues to explain how Miles and Flora have no recollection of the events that took place at Bly. No recollection of the sacrifice that Dani made to save them.

“So, if they don’t remember Hannah…they don’t remember…”

Dani’s voice trails off here. She looks down and is caught in the bitter realization that her sacrifice has been forgotten. This feeling of a looming darkness, this feeling of living a life that’s ticking down to her own demise… was it worth it? Jamie can feel Dani’s pain immediately as her eyes stayed glued on Dani who’s trying to see if there would be any way to remind Miles and Flora about what she did. The gardener stares at au pair without breaking away and in this instant, we can see that, along with Dani, Jamie is breaking too. Breaking under the burden of knowing that she can’t take Dani’s pain away.

The scene that follows shows Dani washing dishes where she sees Viola again in the water. She panics and finally admits to Jamie that she’s been seeing her more and more. The tension that was present between them moments earlier immediately fades away as Jamie wastes no time in trying to console Dani. Jamie’s blind optimism here has a slight tinge of desperation as she refuses to let Dani slip away into the abyss that’s growing stronger and stronger. Dani’s interaction with Viola’s reflection in this moment sets off an alarm bell within her, unlike the other times where she sat quietly and dealt with it on her own. This is Dani’s tipping point. The highest level of fear is felt as the reality is beginning to sink in that the beast is coming for her. Another thing to note here is that even after all these years, Jamie still makes the conscious effort to make Dani laugh.

“I’ll do the washing up from now on, yeah? You’re shit at it anyway.”

Dani can’t help but give the smallest laugh, but it’s more than enough for Jamie. Through Jamie’s optimism, we have begun to see that she’s not only consoling Dani but also herself as she tries to convince both of them that they can have so much more time together. The episode continues on with the train of heartbreak as Jamie comes home after receiving civil union paperwork for her and Dani. What comes next is what I feel like is the most heartbreaking Dani moment in the entire series. Dani stares deep into an overflowing bathtub where an ominous Viola stares back at her. Jamie is quick to bring Dani back to reality but Dani has lost her footing. Her hold on Viola has flipped to Viola having a hold on her.

“It’s like every day I feel myself fading away, but I’m still here, and… I don’t really understand how that is.”

The fear has withered away into emptiness as Dani struggles to stay afloat. We see Jamie so pained as she watches the light fade into a grey nothingness as she listens to Dani talk about how she is beginning to lose herself to the beast.

“I’m not even scared of her anymore. I just stare at her, and it’s getting harder and harder to see me.”

To listen to the love of her life slip away through her fingers has Jamie in a phase of denial as she continuously refuses to let Dani break apart. We see the gardener’s optimism wavering as she tries her best to help the au pair hold onto herself. Dani’s voice as she says Jamie’s name is filled with nothing but pure hopelessness and despair as she dips further and further into uncertainty. Yet Jamie doesn’t lose hope. Jamie would never give up on Dani as she repeats the words she told Dani in the diner all those years ago.

“One day at a time.”

However, Jamie has run out of answers. She can only offer comfort now.

Next we see Dani hit her lowest low as she is taken over by Viola and awakes to see that she almost strangled Jamie to death in their sleep. Dani is shocked and broken as she sits in the disbelief of what she almost did. The time has come. The beast has arrived. Viola has waited years until Dani was so broken down and so vulnerable, that she would finally be able to take her. However, we can’t help but believe that Dani fought off Viola this long thanks to the love her and Jamie shared.

The gardener wakes up the following morning to find an empty space next to her. She reaches to the empty space in the bed and then for the note left on the bedside table. It can only mean one thing: her biggest fear has come to light. With her strong will and determination, Jamie gives one final push and flies back across the pond to Bly to face what she’s been in fear of all this time. The amount of immense grief that is felt in this moment, to be at the same place that the love of her life began to be taken away from her all those years ago, must be incredibly damaging. The manor holds so much of Jamie’s life. She found her family there. She created a beautiful garden on those grounds. Her and Dani’s love blossomed on the same grounds that she first began to lose her that night at the lake. Jamie storms off to the edge of the water. Her face is so tired. She already knows what she’s going to find and yet she still doesn’t lose the hope that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be true.

“The gardener said the words she’d heard those years ago; she willed it with everything she had. You, me, us. Us. ‘Take me with you,’ she cried in her heart. ‘Take me. Drag me down like you did the others.’ But the lady in the lake was different now – the lady in the lake was also Dani. And Dani wouldn’t. Dani would never.”

The agony and desperation that we see Jamie endure in the moments that we see her find Dani laying at the very bottom of the lake is a type of pain that is unmatched from any other moment of pain that we’ve seen this season. Her muffled screams as she takes a hold of her heart, only to let her arms go in despair under the water is something so haunting yet so unbelievably moving to see her love so much considering how far she’s come from the cold and guarded gardener we saw all the way back in episode one. She would’ve given up everything. Absolutely everything to take Dani’s place. Given up everything to join Dani at the bottom of the lake. Unlike Peter with Rebecca, Dani could never take Jamie down to the depths. Dani could never harm a single soul, let alone the one person that mattered the most to her. By letting Jamie go and taking Viola’s place as the lady of the lake, Dani has broken the cycle of violence that’s haunted the grounds of Bly for centuries. As Jamie was the hero of Dani’s story, Dani will always be the hero to Jamie’s.

The final act of the season ends with an older Jamie finishing her story to the wedding guests.

“She would know nothing of the gardener, nothing of their life together. The details, the specific moments would all fade away. More time will pass, and the water will wash away the delicate features of her; of her beautiful, perfect face. But she won’t be hollow, nor empty. And she won’t pull others to her fate. She will merely walk the grounds of Bly, harmless as a dove, for all of her days. Leaving the only trace of who she once was in the memory of the woman who loved her most.”

We see an older Jamie comfort a teary-eyed Flora who is afraid of the time when she would also lose the love of her life. Jamie comforts her with advice that we can only ever assume she learned in her time with Dani. The final scene shows the gardener’s nightly routine as she stares into reflections, hoping to catch one last glimpse of the au pair. As she drifts away into sleep, a hand wearing a golden wedding ring rests gently on her shoulder. Our haunting love story has come to an end. And the rest? Well the rest… is confetti.

#dani x jamie #dani clayton #jamie taylor #thobm #the haunting of bly manor #damie #amelia eve #victoria pedretti #bly manor

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Tony smiles at the sight before him as he enters his bedroom.

Peter is stretched out on the bed. His hands are raised above his head and his legs, which are just barely covered by the frilly robe he’s wearing, are slightly raised. He gives Tony a coquettish look, somehow radiating with innocence.

Peter purrs, “Hello.”

Tony laughs. He climbs onto the bed and hovers over Peter’s face, casting a heavy shadow down on him.

He says, “You look so pretty today, honey.”

“You like it?” Peter asks as he fiddles with the fabric of the robe.

Tony says, “Oh, I love it.”

He presses his face into the crook of Peter’s neck. His scent is a distinct mix of vanilla and cherries, it’s so delicious. Peter giggles, it’s such a sweet noise. He weakly pushes against Tony, twisting and turning in the older man’s hold.

“You’re tickling me, Alpha,” Peter complains, though he smiles despite himself.

Tony says, “Sorry, babe.”

And then he proceeds to lick Peter’s neck, provoking a sharp gasp from Peter. He tastes just as sweet as he smells. Tony then peppers a few kisses onto Peter’s mating mark. He giggles in response.

“Do you want me to fuck you, honey?” Tony asks as he presses a sloppily wet kiss against Peter’s neck.

Peter releases a tight breath and nods. There’s a cloudy, almost absent, look in his eye and his face is flushed a sweet rose color. He’s the picture of purity.

Tony says, “Ask nicely.”

Peter covers his face with his hands and shields himself from Tony’s view to which Tony only laughs. Peter, even after all this time, acts as if he is merely a shy virgin.

“Go on,” Tony says, blowing some air next to the shell of Peter’s ear.

Peter whispers, “Will you please fuck me, Alpha?”

Tony laughs as he grabs Peter’s wrist in a firm grasp, moving it so that Peter cannot hide his face. He looks so sweet, so delicate. Tony wants it all for himself.

“You are so precious,” He says.

He places a gentle hand to Peter’s face and Peter purrs, leaning into the touch. His skin is soft and smooth like the finest satins and silks.

Tony can’t resist. He presses a kiss to Peter’s lips, who graciously accepts. They spend a moment with their lips locked together. It’s not a rough kiss, but there is a unique hunger in the way they cling and move against each other.

Peter is still clumsily moving along with Tony, but it’s more endearing than anything. Their teeth knock together occasionally. Tony pulls from the kiss and proceeds to remove Peter’s robe.

Peter looks so sweet. His eyes are hazy and unfocused, his lips are swollen and red. He’s panting and spreading his legs.

His skin is ivory and dusted pink, spotted with faint freckles. Tony takes great pleasure in feeling every inch of it; running his hands along every curve, everything available to him. He soaks it up and revels in it. Even more, he revels in the slight shivers and gasps that come from Peter. He squirms underneath Tony’s touch and moves upward into it. So sensitive, it makes Tony’s cock stir.

Tony then presses a series of kisses from Peter’s neck down to the flat expanse of his lower abdomen. Peter obviously enjoys it, evident by the desperate noises spilling from him and by the way his body bucks up and shifts with every movement.

Slowly, Tony continues downward and stops next to Peter’s covered cock and cunt. He’s wearing a pair of silk, pink panties. Pink panties that Tony bought for him.

He presses his tongue against the fabric, where he knows Peter’s wet pussy is. Immediately Peter lets out a breathy whine and his hips rock against Tony’s face. He continues, licking and sucking Peter through the barrier of silk and lace.

Even through the fabric, Tony can still taste the sweet slick of his Omega. His Omega who is panting and whining and on the verge of tears almost.

“Alpha,” Peter whines, “stop teasing me.”

Tony makes a noise from deep within his throat, allowing Peter to feel it on his sensitive sex.

He smiles, wicked almost as he revels in the torture he brings Peter, “I will do as I please.”

Though, he decides to take Peter’s advice and move the process on a bit. His fingers pull at the sides of the panties and he pulls them down, Peter shifting upward to assist with it. They’re not removed all the way however, both of them in too much of a haste to bother with it. The underwear rests loosely around Peter’s ankle, which is held in the air by Tony - who has his hand on Peter’s inner knee.

Tony presses a firm fingerpad to Peter’s clit. Peter gasps for a moment, but doesn’t seem too impressed. The look he gives Tony is almost challenging, as if silently asking, Is that all?

Accepting the challenge, Tony adds two more fingers and rubs in precise, rhythmic circular motions. It has Peter moving along, rocking his hips desperately, within only a few seconds. Tony, deciding that alone is not enough, begins using his tongue against the sensitive spot as well.

Using his other hand, he rubs the head of Peter’s hard cock. It’s flushed, a drop of precum leaking from the tip. The room is filled with the potent smell of Peter’s arousal and the sound of his pleading moans.

The taste of Peter’s wet arousal sends a flurry of primal feelings through Tony. It tastes pungent, not sweet but almost, and not in a bad way. He can’t help how he groans near the sensitive nub, sending a series of shivers through Peter.

Tony then removes his hand from Peter’s clit and slips two fingers into his cunt. Due to the obscene amounts of slick, Tony’s fingers easily press through the delicate, flowery folds of Peter’s pussy. He takes to fingering Peter’s cunt, pushing his fingers in and out.

He starts off slowly. Finger-fucking Peter steadily at first, then slowly increasing the speed. All the while, continuing to lap, suck, and gently nip at Peter’s clit. It doesn’t take long before Tony adds a third finger into Peter’s wet pussy.

Noises leave Peter, even as he bites his lips and presses them tightly together. It seems he’s lost all control of his body, his hips rock against Tony’s ministrations, his head moves from side-to-side and it all is clearly involuntary. He shakes and shivers and his breath comes out in uneven pants. His eyes are almost entirely in the back of his skull, and there’s an absent, dazed look in them.

“Tony! Alpha, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum, I-” His cries are broken off into a series of desperate noises.

Tony can feel the contracting muscles of his cunt against his fingers and tongue. It’s then proceeded by the gushing wet of his orgasm, the fluid tasting divine to Tony. Peter is lost in his pleasure, body quivering and convulsing from his climax. His breath comes out in small, shallow pants while a series of small whimpers leave his lips and it all does not stop until a moment has passed.

And once Tony is sure Peter is back to a more sober frame of mind, he hoists Peter’s legs up over his shoulders. Peter makes a sluggishly amused noise in response.

He frees his cock in record time, allowing a moment for Peter to admire it. Despite the many times they’ve fucked, Peter still looks at Tony’s cock with a virginal excitement each time.

Peter whimpers, “Tony.”

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” Tony says close to Peter’s ear, “and then I’m going to fill your womb with my cum. I’m going to breed you, baby.”

Peter nods, the motion weak and heavy, and he says, “Yes, Alpha.”

Tony makes sure to take his time filling Peter’s cunt with his cock. He watches in perverse fascination as his dick slides into Peter’s tight, warm pussy. It slowly contracts and tightens around Tony’s shaft.

Peter’s mouth is open, though he makes no sound, and his eyes are shut. His muscles tighten and taut and he spreads his legs.

Tony groans as he slowly reaches his hilt inside of Peter. The pleasure overcomes him in waves, but he restrains himself. He doesn’t want to hurt Peter.

“Is this okay?” He asks.

Peter gives a small nod.

It’s all the approval Tony needs. He starts moving inside of Peter, gentle and shallow thrusts to start with but it isn’t long until they become more forceful. Tony groans, the sheer relief of being able to press into Peter’s sweet cunt nearly too much for him to bear.

He can feel himself losing control, the urge to slam into Peter’s tight pussy growing stronger. Peter truly is his prized possession; his cunt is silky, sweet, and dripping wet from his arousal and previous orgasm.

Peter’s eyes are shut tight and his body moves in time with Tony’s thrusts. His mouth is open and broken, desperate noises leave his lips. His hands dig into the duvet, clawing at it and it appears like he is trying to ground himself. It’s a futile effort, though.

It doesn’t take long until Tony’s fucking into Peter. His movements are hard and deep. It has Peter mewling and throwing his head back. The room is full of the loud, lewd noises of their bodies.

Peter gasps, “Yes! Right there- Oh, God! Yes!”

“Here?” Tony says in a gruff voice as he continues fucking into that spot. He lifts Peter’s leg just so that there is more room to plough into him.

Peter nods frantically and his face tenses up. His eyes are shut tight and he is biting his lip. His back is arching off the bed and his arms are splayed out across the bed.

He starts repeating, “Yes, yes, yes, yes-”

Tony laughs, raspy from his own desire, “You want my cock that bad, baby?”

“Yes! I do!” Peter nods and his voice bleeds with desperation.

He’s so pitifully desperate. It’s perfect. It only motivates Tony to fuck into him harder, fucking into him as deeply and thoroughly as possible. Each time, making sure to hit that precious spot within Peter; the spot that sends Peter reeling with want and arousal.

Peter’s hands fly to Tony’s shoulders and his head falls backward against the pillows. His eyes are shut tight and his lips are wide open, cracked gasps leaving him. He moves in time with Tony’s cock slamming into him. His fingers tighten into Tony’s shirt.

He cries, “I’m going to cum!”

Tony continues spearing his cock into Peter, making sure to fuck into him as deeply as possible. Peter’s noises get more desperate, his movements become more frenzied.

“Cumming-! I’m cumming!” He yells it, his voice broken and weak.

His entire body seizes. A series of colorful swears tumble from his mouth as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Tremors go through his entire body. And Tony can feel Peter's pussy tightening and contracting around his cock. It's almost enough to make him cum.

Tony slows, but does not stop entirely. Peter's fucked out. His eyes are half-lidded and he's fallen limp against the bed.

"May I continue, love?" Tony asks.

It takes a moment for Peter to respond, but he nods weakly when he does.

Tony presses a gentle kiss to the side of Peter's face. He begins pushing back into the tight heat of Peter's cunt.

Tony relishes in the feeling, in how close he is to his climax. He then strips away the last bit of his self-restraint, giving in entirely to the lust. He fucks in and out of Peter at a brutal pace and relishes in it.

"Who do you belong to?" Tony asks.

Peter whines, "You!"

Tony groans and slams into Peter, his pace growing unsteady in his hurry to finish. Everything is teetering on the edge of just too much. Peter's pathetic little whimpers of pleasure.

There's a tight, fervent need growing in Tony. He can only describe it as animalistic. He needs so much.

“I’m going to come inside you, baby, I’m going to fill you with my cum,” Tony says, words tumbling out of his mouth. “I’m going to make you mine forever. You belong to me. You will always belong to me, baby. I’m going to put a whole litter of pups in you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Peter’s only response is to moan. Tony growls and feels himself come to his completion. He slams inside Peter and, making good on his promise, cums as deeply as possible into the omega. His orgasm is so plentiful that it already begins leaking out of Peter’s thoroughly abused pussy.

It takes them a moment to come down from their high. They stay connected to each other for a moment; basking in the pleasant noises of their breaths mingling.

Peter is a panting, whimpering mess. His lips, his entire body, is quivering and there’s this unfocused look in his eye.

“You’re so pretty, babe,” Tony coos as he pets Peter’s hair out of his face.

Peter purrs and leans into the touch. Tony continues petting Peter, both to soothe him and because he enjoys the feeling of Peter’s hair. It doesn’t take long before Peter’s out like a light, dead to the world and asleep - so pretty - in Tony’s arms.

Tony briefly leaves to run a warm bath and, when he returns, Peter is barely conscious, though he is whining. He’s rubbing his face in Tony’s pillow and making loud noises of despair.

Tony rushes to his side immediately and starts cooing reassurances.

“I’m right here, baby, I didn’t leave you. I would never leave you. I’m right here. I love you,” He says.

Peter mumbles, “Where did you go?”

“I filled the tub so we can clean off,” Tony says.

Peter whines and hides his face in the unkempt blankets and pillows.

Tony chides, “Don’t be like that, babe, you have to take a bath. I’ll do all the work. How does that sound?”

“Don’t wanna get up,” Peter says.

Tony asks, “Do you want me to carry you then?”

Peter nods and Tony obliges. He picks Peter up with limited effort and carries him to the master bathroom. He kicks the door closed behind them.

He goes to place Peter in the bathtub, but Peter whines and shakes his head, clinging to Tony tighter.

“Baby,” Tony says, mostly amused, “you have to get into the tub.��

Peter shakes his head, but allows himself to be placed in the tub this time anyways. Tony pets his hair and says, “Good boy.”

Peter chirps in response.

Tony pours out some shampoo and rubs it into Peter’s hair. Peter purrs into the touch and closes his eyes. He looks so beautiful, so pretty.

“Tilt your head back, darling,” Tony says.

Peter obeys and looks up at the ceiling as Tony begins washing the soap out of his hair.

Tony says, “Alright” once he’s gotten all of the soap out of Peter’s hair.

Tony continues soaping up and washing off a preoccupied Peter. Tony himself slowly starts to get preoccupied. The feeling of Peter’s wet skin beneath his fingertips starts to stir something up in his pesky Alpha instincts.

His hand slowly sinks beneath the water. He finds his way in between Peter’s legs and presses a finger against the small nub of Peter’s clit. He adds another finger and begins rubbing small, circular motions.

Peter’s legs rise above the water and spread as wide as the tub will allow. His head lolls back and his mouth opens. His lower body begins moving slightly upward in order to meet Tony’s fingers.

“Do you like this, baby?” Tony asks with a smile.

Peter only responds by gasping softly and nodding weakly.

Tony continues to stimulate Peter’s clit, slowly increasing the speed of his movements and delighting in how Peter whines and gasps. His pretty lips are open wide and his body is tensed taut as a bowstring.

He has a white-knuckle grip on the edge of the tub and his head is all the way back. He keeps letting out small, strained noises.

Tony inserts one of his finger’s into Peter’s cunt. Peter gasps and bucks up into it. His face is red, eyes closed and mouth open - with breathless, whiny noises leaving him every other second.

“Are you gonna cum for me again, baby?” Tony asks.

Peter nods frantically. Tony picks up the pace and devotes all he has to Peter’s sensitive clit. It provokes a raw, desperate noise from Peter. Peter who’s entire body is tensed up, who appears to be holding his breath, who has his eyebrows furrowed together.

Peter says, “Ah, it’s so good-”

He’s cut off by his own desperate noises as he finishes on Tony’s fingers alone. His eyes refuse to open and shivers rock through his body as he comes down from his high. He steadily eases the tension in his body as he slowly regains control of his motor functions.

“Did you enjoy yourself, baby?” Tony asks after a moment.

Peter’s boneless and limp in the tub and Tony basically has to hold him up. He continues to let out small, desperate noises even as Tony continues to wash him off.

After Tony deems Peter sufficiently cleaned, he drains the tub and begins drying Peter off. Peter purrs and coos at the feeling of the soft towel.

“I love you, my precious boy,” Tony says with a fond smile.

Peter murmurs, “I love you too.” It’s barely intelligible through his slurred words, but Tony understands it enough.

Tony hoists Peter up from the tub and into his arms. He carries Peter back into the bedroom and places him on the bed.

“I’m going to get you a cup of water,” Tony says.

Peter shakes his head, “Stay with me.”

“I’ll be right back,” Tony says, “and you need to stay hydrated, honey.”

Peter pouts.

“Babe,” Tony says, “I promise you I will be right back. Not even a minute.”

Peter sighs, “Fine. I’ll be counting.”

By the time Tony returns, Peter is already sound asleep on the bed. Tony only laughs fondly. He readjusts Peter in a more comfortable position and places a soft, snuggly blanket onto the blissful omega. He sets the drink on the nightstand beside him for when Peter eventually does wake.

Tony slips under the covers with Peter, petting his auburn curls and tracing the soft blemishes of his angelic face. Peter cuddles into Tony with a blissfully unaware smile on his face and Tony’s sure he’ll never be as happy as he is right in this moment ever again.

#starker #a/b/o dynamics #intersex omegas #max writes #yuh

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