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theshireisburning-so-mordoritis · 2 years

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Heey 😊 Congrats on the beautiful milestone! 1.5k is an incredible number and you deserve every single one of those follows.

Could I please ask for fluffy Santiago Garcia with prompts "Are you wearing my shirt?" and 'You kissed me last night.'"And you didn't stop me." I feel like fluffy Pope, there is too much smut for him and not enough cuddle (not like smut is a bad thing 😏)

So reading this ask made me realise how little I write fluff for Santi. I guess it was about time I gave the guy a break. Hope you enjoy!

If Only I Could Tell The World I'm Yours

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x F!Reader

Prompts: "Are you wearing my shirt?" & "You kissed me last night." "And you didn't stop me." (Both been slightly altered to fit the dialogue.

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: 18+ just for very minor references to sex. It's pure fluff. Hidden relationship. Frankie, Benny and Will being little shits.

You woke to warmth.

To streaks of golden morning light that spilled from the windows and left glowing lines across bare legs tangled with anothers. There were soft puffs of breath stirring your hair at the crown and the faint smell of mint, smoke and spice tickling your nose with every slow inhale you took in sync with the rising chest you found yourself squashed against.

Face pressed so deeply into the column of his throat that your lashes brushed the skin there when your eyes finally fluttered open.

And yet he tried to pull you even closer when you yawned and pressed your hands to his stomach in an attempt to shuffle yourself back, strong arms winding tight around your waist and the soft scrape of stubble over your forehead as he dipped his chin and planted a lazy kiss there. “Don’t go yet.” He rumbled, voice raspy - sleep thick. "Want to hold you a bit longer before you go rushing off.”

You melted a little at that, your own apologetic kiss laid to the hollow of his throat before you pulled back to meet his heavy-lidded gaze. Fingers stroking through the mess of his curls like you could soothe away the discontent that grew in both of you when you thought about having to leave his arms and his apartment and pretend that you hadn’t created a home for yourself in both.

Because that’s how things were between you and Santi - how they had to be when this thing between you was a secret kept from the other three most important parts of your lives. You’d decided together that they couldn’t know, Frankie, Will and Benny.

It was still so new. There would be too much pressure. Benny and Will were protective to a fault and Frankie would probably have a quiet panic attack over the possibility everything could go wrong and the man who lived and breathed loyalty to his friends, would be forced to choose a side.

It made sense to keep things between them until you had things more figured out.

There was just times, right now being one of them, where you wanted nothing more than to say fuck it and let them find out if it meant you could stay in Santi’s arms that little bit longer.

And he was clearly thinking the same.

For when you stretched and tried to roll to the side, he followed, catching the hand that had been reaching for your phone before pressing it into the mattress whilst he rose above you. “Where do you think you’re going cariño?” He grinned, a little drunk with pride when you shivered lightly before throwing him a rather adorably unconvincing glare.

"We’re supposed to be meeting the guys for breakfast and I still need to go home and change.” You huffed, arching a brow. “Unless you want them asking why I’m in the same clothes I wore to the bar last night.”

Your words made his eyes spark, his voice dropping low and rough as he leaned down, lips purposely avoiding your own and trailing over the line of your jaw. “And if they did? What would you tell them, hmm?” He murmured. “Would you make up some pretty excuse - let them keep thinking that you’re so fucking innocent and sweet.”

"Are you forgetting we all served together?” You laughed, loud in the otherwise silence of the room before it caught in your throat as Santi nipped at your ear. “They already know I’m hardly what you call innocent.”

"Not like I do.”

You groaned when his teeth found your shoulder as he pulled at the collar of your t-shirt, sinking down until you arched against him before sweeping his tongue across the newly made mark.

You were clinging to him now, fingers buried into the skin of his ribs and every thought about getting up and leaving began to drift away like smoke in the wind when he raised his chin, smile teasing, to watch you as he rolled his hips into yours.

"Jesus, Santi.” You breathed and he sank down to kiss you then. All slow, soft heat as he braced himself above you, arms caging you in, gentle hands cupping your cheeks.

It made your blood catch light and your heart ache, your head dizzy with each brush of his tongue against yours whilst your skin grew warm and tingly from his body pressed flush against you - the sunlight that poured over you both when the sheets slipped away as you wove your legs around his waist.

A quiet moan slipped from you when he sucked at the pillow of your bottom lip and there was almost another as he drew back to look at you - all dark eyes, ruffled curls and kiss-swollen lips.

"You make the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, voice a little awed whilst his thumb scraped over the arc of your cheekbone.

You grinned, something sweet and golden blooming beneath your ribs that made you glow from the inside, the air feeling warmer as you turned your head to mouth a tender kiss to his wrist. “Yeah?”

"Mhm.” He murmured, dropping his head to nudge his nose against yours when your gaze was back on him once again. “Everything about you is so fucking pretty, you’re killing me expecting me to just let you leave when you look like that.”

His hand found the edge of your shirt, fingers toying with a hole in the worn fabric before they slipped under to splay across the smooth skin of your belly, his thumb stroking small circles that dipped teasingly beneath the waistband of your underwear. He watched as you shivered, as you shifted beneath him like you were trying to to push further into the press of his hand and then he suddenly leaned back. Eyes twinkling and lips parted before they quirked into a smug grin.

"Speaking of which - isn’t this my shirt?”

Shit. You'd hoped he wouldn't realise that you'd snatched up one of his when redressing last night. Choosing to forgo your own that was nestled among a few other things of yours in the draw he'd cleared out for you.

There was something about being wrapped up in a shirt that smelled like him, that you swore still managed to hold the heat from his skin despite however long had passed since he wore it. It felt like safety and comfort. It felt more like home than any of the dozen places you had given such a title to over the years. And you craved it.

You think Santi understands. Sees it in your face and the flash of nerves in your eyes that stealing his clothes was a step too far too soon, because even when you shrugged, when you tried your best to sound casual and lie that you couldn't find your own, his smile only gets wider. Sweeter.

There's a new warmth in his eyes as he tugged at the hem again.

"Yeah?" He asked, grinning. "Well fuck sweetheart, maybe I should start hiding all your clothes if it means getting to see you in mine. Looks so much better on you."

A bubble of laughter rose from your chest - bright and airy with relief and something impossibly tender for the man above you. You wanted to draw him down, kiss him until you were both breathless and drunk from it and feel him press so deeply into you that it would be impossible to tell where one you ended and the other began.

You would have done it if it wasn’t for the sharp ring of a message alert sounding from your phone, the shrill of it puncturing the sticky-sweet haze you’d both slipped into making you flinch.

There was a pout on Santi’s lips when you nudged at him, your hand a firm and constant obstacle when he still tried to chase your mouth with his own before giving up and falling back into the sheets with a dramatic huff. Hiding his smile with mock offence at the sound of your chuckle.

You bit your lip as you raised yourself up on your elbows and looked at him. The lazy way he draped himself back, all tanned skin against white-cotton sheets, grey sweats slung low on his hips and his curls a rumpled mess from where your fingers had tangled through. He caught you staring and rose-blush lips spread into another shit-eating grin, his tone full of taunt when he winked at you. “You gonna get that or just keep staring at me like you want to fu–.”

He spluttered when the pillow crashed into his face, choked laughter erupting from his throat whilst you huffed and rolled your eyes before snatching the phone from the bedside table.

And then your eyes went wide. Panic flooding through your gut as you attempted to fling yourself to your feet only to get your foot caught in the sheets, flail, and nearly end up in a heap on the floor. You caught yourself at the last minute, a hand thrown to the wall when you stumbled before searching the room for your jeans.

"Benny and Will are on their way here. Right now.” You told a confused looking Santi, whose gaze swiftly changed from concerned to a disappointed understanding, his body frozen where he’d risen, arms outstretched to make sure you were okay. “They asked if I’m nearly at the diner because they’re on their way but stopping to pick you up first?”

"Shit, yeah, I completely forgot.” He muttered. “They offered because my car is still in the garage.”

You nodded somewhat absentmindedly, eyes still darting along the floor before you spied your jeans partially hidden beneath Santi’s clothes from the night before, all pooled together from where you’d tumbled into his room, mouths desperate on the others and hands a little too greedy to feel skin to take notice or even care where the things you were wearing landed.

He snorted at the way you lunged for them, the little cry of aha! when you lifted them triumphantly before bending to shove your legs inside them. “I’m just gonna have to go like this.” You huffed and Santi nearly groaned when you straightened.

Between your sleep-mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips, the tight jeans and his shirt that, when the collar shifted ever so slightly, showed a brief glimpse of the pretty marks he’d left on your skin. He wasn’t sure how he was going to make it through this breakfast with his sanity intact. “...let's just hope they don’t recognise the shirt.”

He swallowed hard, shook his head in a daze both in an attempt to reassure you and to clear the lust that was rapidly bleeding through his veins once more. “They won’t, it’s not one I ever wore that much.”

And yeah maybe that was a lie. But he didn’t want to mention that it had once been one of his favourites and have you decide that wearing it wasn’t worth the risk. Not when the sight of you in it had his pulse jumping every time he looked at you and his chest flooding with warmth.

There was another chirp from your phone and you quickly glanced at it, cursing as you located your shoes and yanked them on before reaching for him. “I have to go.” You rushed out, fingers curling around the nape of his neck to drag him into a too brief kiss, his lips only just beginning to part over yours when you pulled back and went to turn towards his bedroom door.

Only, before you could take another step his hand found your wrist and then he tugged sharply, reeling you back into his arms so his mouth could descend upon yours once again - hot and messy. More than a little hungry.

And despite yourself you melted, humming happily before you felt him smile against you and the corners of your lips tugged up into one to match. “Santi, baby, I’ve got to go.”

You laughed when his hand curled around your hip to pull you closer. His voice muffled but no less cheeky when he countered. “Just getting it out of my system before I have to sit with you, surrounded by our friends and pretend that I don’t want to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you whilst your wearing my shirt.”

Your thighs clenched together at that, cheeks warming as you imagined it. Without meaning to your fingers tightened their grip in his hair, the hand that had rested over his heart curling until your nails bit into his skin and you had to catch yourself as your hips subconsciously rocked against him.

It made him grin, even more so when you swore, his eyes gleaming with mischief when you flexed your hand straight and pushed yourself away from him.

He let you go without a fight and chuckled -low and rough- when you narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re a fucking menace Garcia.”

"Only for you cariño.”

You turned, still grinning like an idiot when you swung his door open and then you screamed in shock. Your hand flying to your chest to cover the place where your heart slammed frantic against your ribs. Santi was by your side in an instant, his body sliding past yours to place you behind him and his expression hard and dangerous before it morphed into stunned surprise. His brow furrowing and mouth dropping open.

Because at his breakfast table sat Benny and Will. Both of them never looking more alike than they did in that moment with laughter in their eyes and bright ‘gotcha’ smiles spread wide across their handsome faces.

Frankie was busying himself with pulling groceries out of a bag but you caught the way he glanced at both yours and Santi’s disbelieving expressions before turning, grin soft and his shoulders shaking.

There was a moment of silence where all of you just stared at each other and then both you and Santi spoke at the same time.

"What the hell is going on?”

"Did you seriously just let yourselves into my apartment? How long have you been in here?”

It was Benny that answered. Like he’d been bursting with impatience for one of you to ask just so he could. His fingers tapping against the solid wood of the table before he pointed to you. “What’s going on is that you’ve been lying to us and now you’ve been caught red handed.”

He smirked, mildly amused by the way you couldn’t even hide your guilty expression before he turned to Santi and shrugged. “Not long, we were going to wait outside after sending the messages but then you took too long. And you gave us each a key.”

"Yeah, for emergencies Ben not –” Santi grumbled.

"So you don’t want coffee then.” Frankie interrupted with a teasing chuckle, lifting one of the steaming cups from beside him without looking up from where he’s setting things up for your apparent breakfast.

A spread of pastries and fresh bread, bacon and eggs and sausages all lined up for him to cook whilst you recovered from the shock and eased into the odd situation you found yourself in.

And just like that Santi lost some of his guarded edge. He watched them all and then you, assessing the situation, looking for hints of discomfort before he trudged forward to take the drink and then a second from Frankie whilst you sank into the chair besides Will.

If you expected it to feel awkward then you were instantly proven wrong. There was no anger or accusation from the guys, only curiosity and something soft like joy when they observed the way Santi drew immediately back to you, one hand placing your drink in front of you and the other resting gently at the back of your neck to let you know he was there.

They hadn’t done this with any other intent but to let you know that everything was fine. That you didn’t have to worry about things changing or them thinking any different of either of you because they would always be happy with whatever you decided as long as it was what made you happy.

And with that knowledge you fully relaxed, easing back into Santi’s quiet touch. You took a deep breath and inhaled the smell of the coffee, the bacon that hissed and smoked when Frankie placed it in the pan and after a large gulp of your drink you turned to the older Miller brother and nudged his leg with your toe. Smiling when his lips quirked and he nudged you back.

"Go on then.” You sigh with a grin, “Where did we mess up - what gave us away?”

Benny laughed, his features boyish and light with it. “Take a wild guess.” He joked and when you didn’t answer, blinking between them in confusion, he looked at you for a beat, then two, and then at his brother, shaking his head with amusement. “I told you it looked like they hadn’t even realised what they’d done.”

You glanced at Santi who looked just as clueless as you, racking your brain for such a memory and coming up with nothing.

"You guys kissed right in front of us.” Will finally explained with a chuckle. “Well, it was at the bar - which we had a pretty good view of.”

It hit you then. A little soft and fuzzy around the edges but you could remember Santi’s hand resting on your hip, the way he tucked you tighter against him to avoid getting jostled at the busy bar and it had been second nature. A reflex almost.

You had looked up at him with a sweet smile and the moment you had tilted your chin he hadn’t even thought to deny you, pressing a warm kiss to your lips and then another to your forehead that had made your heart flutter.

You opened your mouth and then shut it again, pressed your palm to your lips to smother the laughter that bubbled up - bright and delirious. You had both thought you had been so subtle only to discover you couldn’t have been more hopeless at hiding your relationship if you had tried.

There was a twinkle in Santi’s eyes when you turned again to find him watching you, an undisguisable fondness when you reached out and gently punched his arm.

"This is your fault.” You accused, teasing. “You kissed me.”

"And you didn’t stop me.” He winked.

Before you could argue there was a snort from the other side of you and you twisted to catch Benny rolling his eyes, an indulgent grin on his face even as he complained. “God I don’t think I can handle you both suddenly being this sweet. I think I preferred being in the dark about this.”

It made you cackle unashamedly when Will responded, an immediate quip that had the younger of the two blushing when he mentioned how he’d rather see this than the shit he used to walk into the kitchen to when Benny lived with him and had a girl over.

There was warmth in your chest - a champagne fizz type of happiness - when the light barb turned into swapping stories and the room grew noisy with bickering voices and bursts of laughter, when Santi drew his chair closer and tugged you into his side, fingers drawing mindless patterns on your shoulder whilst he added tales of his own to the mix.

You beamed when Frankie placed a plate of food in front of you, a little mix of everything that you liked that immediately had your stomach growling. He returned it when you thanked him. Ruffled your hair like he had ever since he had taken you under his wing the first time you met, forever the protective older brother that somehow turned into scolding mother the second Santi dared to reach over and try snatch a piece of bacon off your plate.

There was a flash of metal, a string of colourful curses from Santiago when the handle of the fork Frankie had been about to pass you rapped across the knuckles of the offending hand.

“Hands off Garcia, didn’t you ever fucking learn manners, jesus.”

“Me? What about you? You break in to my apartment, hijack my kitchen and then try to nearly crack a bone over a slice of bacon. Where are your fucking manners Morales?”

You zoned out their arguing in favour for tearing a chunk of still warm pastry and popping it in your mouth, startled when Benny’s foot kicked out at yours beneath the table. His eyes were full of mischief when you frowned at him and you nearly fucking choked when he pointed the coffee-foam covered end of his wooden stirrer at your chest.

“So considering you were still trying to keep it a secret before we surprised you, how did you plan on explaining the shirt?” He crowed. “Because I could swear Santi has one just like it.”

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random-imaginess · 2 years

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OMG OMG so I found this amazing prompt list.

And I was wondering if you could write Ander Munoz x Reader piece with this one:

the couple have been dating for a while but try to keep it a secret from their friends because of how they would react (positively or negatively). ensues a lot of sneaking around, secret touches, and kisses when nobody is looking.

Please and thank you, love <3

This is really cute! There's so many different things that they could do and I can't decide which one I want to do more! Also, thank you so much for sending something in! I really hope I do him justice! I've thought about maybe doing like a continued thing with this pairing where I can post other drabbles that might go into more of their sneaking around. If that's someone people would want to see! I don't think there's any warnings, just fluff!! A bit of a disclaimer, I've only seen this show once all the way through so far, so I'm still not too familiar with how their school is run or how their classes work. So I'm just kind of winging that part... I'm going to be using one of the dialogue prompts as well! "We're supposed to be focusing." "But you're just so distracting."

The best part of your day was when you got to see your boyfriend, Ander. It didn't matter what time of day, you just constantly craved seeing that beautiful face of his. You had always hung out in the same circle, were always friends, but it wasn't until last summer that the two of you got even closer. You spent nearly every waking moment together, and if it wasn't for the fact that your bodies needed sleep, you would have probably spent those hours together, too. It was an incredibly hard adjustment when school started back up again. Right before you both had to come back to reality, you agreed that you would keep your relationship a secret. It wasn't that you were embarrassed to be seen around each other, that part wasn't anything new. But you both knew the shit that your friends would give you if they found out you were dating, and neither of you wanted to deal with that yet. You liked the bubble that you were in and you wanted to stay in it a little bit longer. So the agreement was, when you were at school or a party or anywhere you could be seen by your friends, you kept things on the down low. That didn't stop you from sneaking around and spending a few minutes together before classes. Or quick kisses in the hall when the coast was clear. It was also a bit exciting, sneaking around. The adrenaline of trying not to get caught fueled a lot of heated moments when you were hidden away in the boys locker room during lunch. The second best part of your day was when you were in the same period together. It was almost like a study period where you were able to work on homework, and it was four people at a desk. You and Ander always sat adjacent from each other. Every now and then you'd feel his shoe nudge yours, other times you would initiate the foot flirting. On this particular day, it was hard for you to focus on anything you were supposed to. You wanted class to be over so you could meet at your regular spot and be held by him, and you honestly wouldn't care who saw. You just wanted to be enveloped in him. Ander could feel you staring at him while he worked. It wasn't until the other student who was seated at your table got up that he acknowledged you. "We're supposed to be focusing." He said quietly, not looking up at you right away. You ran your foot against his ankle, a mischievous smirk threatening to break free. "But you're just so distracting." You whispered back. He looked up at you then, fighting to hide the smirk that spread across his face. He looked at the other student as they returned and sat back down, looking at his work again for a brief moment before stealing another glance at you. The period couldn't end fast enough and both of you were growing inpatient. Ander was the first to leave the room when the bell rang, the unspoken understanding of where you were both going to meet up at. You took your time just a bit before finally arriving at the secluded area behind the school. He was standing under a tall tree, his shoulder pressed against the bark.

You kept your eyes locked on him as you got closer, taking in the sight and the feeling it gave you every time you looked at him. Stopping in front of you, you both stood there silently for a long moment. It wasn't until you saw a smile breaking at the corner of his mouth that you broke your gaze to take a quick look around before smiling wide and wrapping your arms around his waist. His arms wrapped tightly around you and you nestled your head into his neck. "It's so brutal not being able to do this whenever I want to sometimes." You said, breaking the silence. His grip around you tightened as he kissed the top of your head. "All the sneaking around isn't fun for you anymore?" You smiled at the thought of all the shenanigans that you two got up to and you let out a laugh, shaking your head no. "Of course it is," you looked up at him, seeing the smile on his face. "Sometimes I just want to be able to grab your face and give you a big ol' smooch in front of everyone. I want to walk hand in hand proudly down the hall, and who cares what anyone says." "Mm, sounds pretty nice. You know I'm not opposed to it. But are you ready for all the taunting and jokes our friends are going to do when they find out?" You let out a quiet groan as you rested your head against his shoulder again. "Not really, no... but can you imagine the looks on their faces when they do finally find out? Their brains will probably explode, and all the teasing will be worth it." You both laughed at the idea. "That's probably true. But...." he placed his hand on the side of your cheek to get you to look up at him and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. "I've been enjoying keeping you all to myself." There was no denying that all of the sneaking around was fun. There was a thrill in knowing you were the only ones who knew about this secret. The knowing looks in the hall when you pass by one of your spots and your friends are none the wiser. "I have too," you kissed him again. "Alright, fine. We'll keep our secret a little longer."

#I feel like the ending was a bit rushed #I'm sorry!!!#ander munoz x reader #ander munoz imagines #elite imagines #aron piper imagines #aron piper x reader

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liknws · 8 months

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PERMANENT PROMPT LIST !!

credits: creativepromptsforwriting for a lot of the ideas / dialogue. anything else was a creation of my adhd going hyperdrive.

unrequited love

“even if you don’t feel the same… i just wanted to tell you.”

“i thought being friends with you was enough.”

“i will get over you. eventually.”

“they can never find out. even if it kills me inside.”

“i thought it was just a silly crush, but it turned into more. i’m sorry, i know you don’t feel the same about me.”

“we can’t be friends. i can not just be your friend.”

“i keep telling my heart not to want you, but it’s not that easy.”

“i tried to get over you, but i just couldn’t.”

“you were not supposed to find out about it.”

“i don’t want this to ruin our friendship, but i just had to tell you.”

break-ups

“i never meant to hurt you, but it seems like i still did.”

“don’t say it’s over. please, give us another chance!”

“so, you’re just leaving me without any explaination?”

“this isn’t our fault. fate didn’t want us to be together.”

“i didn’t deserve this. i did nothing to deserve this.”

“have you ever really loved me?”

“this is not what i wanted.”

“you can’t change my mind about this. we’re done.”

“don’t try to pin this on me. it was a joint effort.”

“stop. just stop. i won’t be staying with you any longer.”

“we can’t salvage this anymore.”

“it’s over! just accept that!”

“please, tell me what i did wrong.”

“i can’t keep living like this any longer. like everything is ok.”

“we tried. we really did. it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“it’s best to end it now, not dragging it out any longer.”

blind dates

“why do i feel like you look disappointed?”

“is it too early to show you pictures of my fur babies?”

“hopefully you’re not a serial killer. i promise i’m not one either.”

“i really don’t know why my friend set me up with you.”

“so both of our friends think we can’t get dates on our own.”

“to be completely honest, you are not my type.”

“i’m sorry for being awkward, i don’t usually do this.”

“my last blind date left after five minutes, so we’re breaking records here.”

“have you ever been on a blind date before?”

“our friends must have thought we would click.”

“since this is not going horribly, do you feel like getting a dessert?”

“it’s a bit awkward to be on a date with someone who my mother picked out.”

“nice to finally meet you. my friends have told me absolutely nothing about you.”

“to be honest, i don’t really have any interesting hobbies. do you?”

“i don’t like surprises. so i’m very happy to be able to plan our second date all by myself.”

secret relationship

“what if someone sees us?”

“i would love to just take you out on a date.”

“let’s meet at our spot.”

“but i don’t care about what anyone else thinks!”

“not sure i can go the whole day without kissing you.”

“maybe it’s for the best that we don’t see each other in public. wouldn’t want to be arrested for indecent behaviour.”

“i would love to hold hands with you.”

“they will be mad if they ever find out.”

“let’s go somewhere where we no one knows us.”

“i’ll just keep dreaming of our first real date.”

“can we really keep going like this?”

“it’s not easy, but i’m right here with you.”

“are you sure that you’re ready to tell them?”

“i would love everyone to know about us.”

“you’re not my dirty little secret. and i never want you to think that.”

sleepy: waking up in the morning

"good morning, my love."

"do we really have to get up?"

"i've just had the best dream."

"did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

"sorry, i didn't want to wake you."

"love the hair."

"did you dream about me."

"go back to sleep, i'll fight off the monsters."

"no, don't let the light in."

"just five more minutes..."

"you were much nicer in my dreams."

"come back, the bed's cold without you."

"good morning, sleepyhead."

"i had a really bed dream. and it seemed so real."

"you definitely needed the sleep."

"no, don't get up."

"i didn't know you were such a cuddler."

"you're adorable like this."

"can we stay like this just for a minute longer?"

"it was nice... not sleeping alone."

sleepy: going to bed at night

"no, i'm not even tired yet!"

"you're not making much sense anymore."

"we should probably get you in bed."

"you're definitely yawning too much to not be tired."

"can you carry me to the bed?"

"will you dream of me?"

"just put your head on my shoulder."

"you're allowed to cuddle me like a teddy bear."

"come on, let's go to bed."

"you're about to fall asleep on your feet."

"but i need your smell to fall asleep."

"ok, it's time for bed."

"will you stay with me?"

"i'll see you in my dreams."

"your eyes are barely open anymore."

"the monsters can't get you when i'm here."

"hey, i'm not your pillow."

"do you want to keep the light on?"

"you're voice is so calming."

"good night, my love."

oblivious enemies to lovers

that one couple who has this attraction between them, but who would do anything to not admit it by acting like they can’t stand each other.

“you’re so annoying!” “well, you’re still here.”

“i don’t like you!” “finally something we can agree on.”

“wow, you’re actually nice to me for once.” “i won’t make a habit out of it.”

“i’m always happy to be your punching bag.” “urgh, that sounded so cheesy.”

“i definitely don’t like you. i just love to hate you.”

“are you jealous?” “no, i’m not!” “oh, you really are jealous! wait, why would you be jealous?”

“i would definitely not miss your stupid face.”

“i’m going on a blind date.” “in hopes of them actually being blind?”

“it’s not like you like me or anything.” “yeah, definitely not.”

“can you imagine us being together?” “pfft, nightmare material.”

“i would never date someone like you.” “and i would never date someone like you.”

“just because i like torturing you, doesn’t mean i like spending time with you.”

“i will not ever say this again, but… you’re my favourite enemy.”

“i really dislike you.” “oh, so you don’t hate me anymore?”

“even if we were the last two people on earth i would never go even near you.” “i would die happily as the last single person on earth.”

hand holding: the purest form of human connection

tiny hands in big hands

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

platonic hand-holding

running their thumb over the other’s hand

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement

holding hands across the table

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

possessive hand-holding

linking hands together during sex

grabbing hand to show them something

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

holding hands under the table

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

holding hands while driving

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

secretly holding hands under the table

holding onto the other’s hand so they can’t run away

making a heart with their hands and then linking them together

taking the other’s hand to look for injuries

holding hands to calm each other down

hugs: a warm embrace

friendly hugs

hug around the waist

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs

side hugs

hugging and gently holding the other’s head

pulling someone into a hug

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck

clinging to each other

hugging while lying down together

group hugs

hugging with head on shoulder

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs

hugging from behind

bear hugs

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets

cuddling

hugs and kisses

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs

hugging while slow dancing

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner

long-lasting hugs

‘picking them up’ hugs

hugging while grabbing butt

cuddle pile

kisses: showing affections

goodnight kisses

hand kisses

smiling while kissing

lips barely touching

morning kisses

slow kisses

passionate kisses

kisses on the cheek

first kisses

goodbye kisses

welcome home kisses

kisses on the corner of their mouth

frustrated kisses

kissing each other breathless

soothing kisses

nose kisses

kisses as a promise

short pecks

forehead kisses

french kisses

tearful kisses

kisses on head

calming kisses

“we’ll face this together” kisses

kisses in the rain

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover

hard kisses

giggling while kissing

desperate kisses

neck kisses

“stay strong” kisses

hushed conversation in-between kisses

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks while kissing

small kisses

kissing it better

fake kisses

jaw kisses

wake-up kisses

thigh kisses

kissing away tears

“we’ll get through this” kisses

public kisses

relieved kisses

kisses for comfort

tummy kisses

kisses to shut them up

slowly kissing down the body

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger

quick kisses

reassuring kisses

sleepy kisses

feather-light kisses

angry kisses

kisses with trembling lips

“forever mine” kisses

secret kisses

kisses with their last dying breath

touching: feeling another human’s touch.

touching foreheads

running fingers through hair

hiding face in neck

caressing the other’s hand

feeling their pulse

patting the other’s head

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body

listening to the other’s heartbeat

spooning at night

laying their hand on the other’s neck

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

nudging the other one

putting an arm around the other’s waist

hugging each other

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up

squishing the other’s cheek

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury

kissing the other’s brow

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

carrying the other one in their arms

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

stroking the other’s arm soothingly

kissing the top of their head

pulling the other one towards them

feeling for each other in the dark

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear

caressing the other’s back

tasting their smile

washing the other’s body

kissing their bruises and scars

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest

stroking their leg

leaning into the other’s side

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching

braiding the other’s hair

giving them a piggy-back ride

sitting on the other’s lap

feeling their temperature

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

caressing the other’s cheek

gripping thigh

holding the other’s jaw

touching cheek to cheek

tracing the lines on the other’s hand

found family: siblings edition

“hey, i’m the only one who’s allowed to annoy you.”

“urgh, you’re truly the sibling i never wanted.”

“you’re my sister and you always will be.”

“wow, listen to us. we really sound like siblings now.”

“you are the best big [sibling] that i never knew i needed.”

soulmate edition

each others’ names (or initials) on their wrist

first words to one another on their wrists

matching soul mark/tattoo that's unique to them

a timer for when they first meet

you see color for the first time when you meet

write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin

red string of fate

if you get hurt, your soulmate feels your pain

a tattoo where your soulmate first touches you

voice in your head is your soulmate’s

you can choose to find your soulmate by getting a timer installed but if your soulmate doesn’t, it won’t work

whenever you get a song stuck in your head, is because your soulmate is listening to it

sharing the same emotions as their soulmate when they are close by

soulmates are not able to hurt each other physically

it’s impossible to lie to your soulmate

soulmates are born on the same day, share the first breath with each other

being able to feel a tug in the direction of your soulmate if they are feeling a strong emotion

being away from your soulmate will lead to excruciating pain, if they go too far, both soulmates will die.

every touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint on your body, but everyone can clearly see if it was done in a loving manner or if your soulmate caused you harm. people pity you when they see your bruises.

hanahaki disease: if your love is not getting returned, flowers start growing inside your body, suffocating you from inside. surgical removal is dangerous and you’re dying without your soulmate’s love.

soulmates: polyamory edition

everyone had their soulmate’s name on their body when they reach a certain age - with exceptions. but it was a taboo to talk about the ones without a name and it was downright sacrilegious to talk about the few with more than one name.

they are able to see their soulmates’ dreams, but it’s getting complicated when they are not sure which soulmate’s dream this was.

hearing your soulmate’s voice in your head can be calming and even helpful. multiple soulmates having discussions or inappropriate banter in your head is not helpful at all.

you were supposed to feel whole when you’ve met your soulmate. but both realize quickly that there is still someone missing.

they found each other very early in life, but they all always knew that there was one more soulmate of theirs out there. but it takes a while to find them.

it was a shock to find out that they were not their soulmate’s soulmate. and even more shocking to find out that they were their soulmate’s soulmate’s soulmate… one complicated triangle-shaped mess with one easy solution.

their soul mark was an intricate design and they’re crushed when they find someone they have a connection with, but their marks are only almost right. then a third (or more) person shows up whose soul mark’s design seems to be the missing piece that connects them all.

uncomfortable with affection

“this is not something i normally like to do, but… i want to try for you. or with you.“

“i want this. i want you. in any way i can have you.”

“sometimes i will probably not like being very affectionate and i just want you to hang in there.”

“i won’t always know how to do this relationship thing. but i’m open to learn.”

“i love you, i’m just not that good at showing it.”

“i was always afraid of being in a relationship, because i can’t always be affectionate like people expect me to be. but you always seem to know how far we can go and i trust you so much.”

“i love that you trust me and i promise you, we will go at your pace and i never want to do anything to lose that trust.”

grumpy affectionate

“will you stop when i say it? okay, you’re cute.”

“i don’t even want your attention – that much.”

“oh, just shut up, i’m not blushing!”

“if any other person did this to me, they would be in big trouble.”

“this will not stop me from calling you an idiot.”

“no, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“i can never say ‘no’ to you, can i?”

“why is your stupid face just so kissable.”

“i personally like it, but you do look silly like this.”

“don’t call me angel. you’re angel!”

“how do you always make me love you even more when i don’t want to.”

“too bad, you need to sleep here now. i can’t seem to sleep without you anymore.”

“i wouldn’t mind holding your hand. i guess.”

“this is stupid. and i hate that i like it so much.”

“no, i’m not cute, you’re cute!”

grumpy + sunshine

“you’re definitely the only person i would do this for.”

“how can you be this happy this early in the morning?”

“no, it’s not annoying. i- it makes me happy to see you so happy.”

“we’re so different. i wouldn’t want to pull you down.”

“i’ll do it, but only because you asked me to.”

“no, no, please don’t look sad. i can’t handle that.”

“you’re so excited all the time… it’s kind of adorable.”

“i’m not grumpy. not everyone can smile all the time. except you.”

“why do you always manage to persuade me with your charms?”

“are you really this happy 24/7?”

“are you really this grumpy 24/7?”

“oh, come on, grumpy face, it will be fun!”

“i’m so excited, thank you for coming even though you’re not the biggest fan of it.”

“you smiled! i saw it, so no denying it.”

“it was fun, right? come on, you can just admit it.”

“will you dance with me? please, pretty please!”

“i love that grumpy face of yours.”

“everyone should dance in the rain at least once in their lives.”

“oh, your smile is so beautiful! i would love to see it more often.”

“don’t look so grumpy, it will be great!”

love confessions

“i couldn’t live with myself, if i didn’t tell you.”

“i never dared to even dream about you feeling the same.”

“do i really have to spell it out for you? i love you! are you happy now?”

“i don’t want to sound cheesy, but i need you to know how i feel.”

“maybe i do like you – a lot.”

“this is just too much, i can’t act like this anymore, like i don’t love you!”

“i know this is not how we do things, but we can’t ignore our feelings any longer!”

“well, you still love me, right?” “i do.”

“i really, really like your stupid face.”

“you never believe me! if i told you right now that i love you, would you even believe me?”

“i want to wake up next to you. every morning.”

“it’s like you never really see me. i’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

“you have to come back to me. because i cannot do this without you.”

“i love you, okay? i love you!”

“i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“how you made me fall in love with you is still beyond me.”

“i didn’t want to tell you like this, but i have no choice.”

“don’t you see that there are people who care about you? that i care about?”

“i am only going to say this once, so you better listen – i love you.”

“i can’t lose you again! please, don’t make me lose you again.”

“this was not how i wanted you to find out, but i also don’t want to take it back.”

“we need to stop dancing around it. all it does, is hurting us both!”

“i cannot stop smiling when i look at you.”

“my heart aches to be with you.”

“i can’t stop thinking about you. when i wake up, when i’m about to fall asleep…”

“you will never lose me. i will always be right here beside you.”

“i want you to be happy. and i would love it to be with me.”

“i think i like you a lot more than i like anyone.”

“there is something missing, when you’re not here with me.”

“it’s hard for me to describe what i feel for you… but just know that it’s love nonetheless.”

drunken love confessions

“i like your stupid face. it’s so stupid. it’s so… i like it. can i touch it?”

“you’re all i ever wanted. i’m sorry i can’t say it sober.”

“i can’t wait for the room to stop spinning, so i can focus on your face again.”

“i would love to hear those words in any other place than this bathroom, holding your hair back.”

“you’re cute. and a bit blurry. but definitely always so cute.”

“i think i love you.” “and i would love to answer you accordingly, but i think i would appreciate it more when you’re actually able to understand my answer.”

“don’t tell my sober me that i told you i love you. it was a secret.”

“i…i want to give you my heart. it belongs to… to you. how… how can i give it to you? i don’t want it anymore.” “let’s wait until tomorrow with the surgery.”

“oh i’m dreaming of you again. if i wouldn’t be dreaming and if you would be really here, then i would tell you i love you.”

“i love you. but that’s a secret. so i won’t tell you about it.”

“you’re drunk.” “yes. and hopelessly in love with you.”

“i’m seeing you twice. oh, now i can give all my love to even more of you.”

“say that again after two coffees at least and i will be yours.”

“you’re so adorable. i want to pick you up and never let you down.”

“i’ve always loved you. but i will never tell you.”

“this is not a dream, i think. in my dreams we’re usually kissing.”

“i’m not drunk. can a drunk person do this?” “you’re not doing anything.” “but… i sent you my love. did you… did you not get it?”

“can you keep a secret? i am madly in love with you. but psshh.”

“i fell in love with you.” “no, you fell down the stairs. you should really learn to hold your liquor.”

“you’re so perfect. how can anyone be so perfect? maybe you’re just a dream.”

love confessions: scream at each other edition

“it’s like you never really see me. i’m standing right in front of you and you don’t see me!”

“do i really have to spell it out for you? i love you! are you happy now?”

“i love you, okay? i love you!”

“this is just too much, i can’t act like this anymore, like i don’t love you!”

“i know this is not how we do things, but we can’t ignore our feelings any longer!”

“you never believe me! if i told you right now that i love you, would you even believe me?”

“i didn’t want to tell you like this, but i have no choice.”

“don’t you see that there are people who care about you? that i care about?”

“i can’t lose you again! please, don’t make me lose you again.”

“we need to stop dancing around it. all it does, is hurting us both!”

meet cutes

a whole bunch of cute ways for your characters to meet.

losing something and the other picks it up and calls after them

it’s raining and they huddle together under a small roof

getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids

being the new student, one of them gets assigned to the other person as their “buddy” to show them the new school

literally running into each other, holding drinks

getting cast in the same play/show

interviewing people on the street and with one of them it just clicks

accidentally hitting the other one with a snowball meant for their friend

getting stuck in an elevator together

sitting next to each other at their mutual friends’ wedding

waiting in line at the grocery check-out, rolling their eyes at each other because the person at the front is starting drama

going camping with their families with the entrances of their tents/camper van right across from each other, so they always see each other first in the morning and end up spending all their time together

meeting as the best friends/wingmen/chaperones of their two friends who want to go out together, but not alone

getting set up together by mutual friends

being extras in a movie and having lots of fun in the background

meeting in a cinema, both there with their friends, but sitting next to each other and accidently grabbing each other’s hand when something scary happens on screen

being from different schools, they meet at a tournament, trying to win for their own school

sitting next to each other on a long bus/train ride

meeting each other at a kissing booth

getting paired up at a dance class

accidently wearing a matching costume at a party

meeting at a party that both their parents dragged them to and they’re the only teens there

going for the same book at the library

it’s raining and they decide to share an umbrella

meeting on a cruise, seeing a lot of cool places together

dancing next to each other at a concert

interviewing the other one about their new project

mistaking the other for their friend and getting embarrassed when they turn around

helping the other for their missing cat

meeting at a public reading of their favourite author

getting paired up for a project

meeting at a model united nations conference, representing countries who definitely want to work together on a resolution draft

realizing they ordered the exact same drink when they both try to grab it at the same time

working their first shift together, their schedules never matching up before

using the washing machines next to each other at the laundromat

sitting next to each other on a bumpy plane ride

meeting at a fire alarm test, having to evacuate the building

getting shipped by their fans, but they’ve never met, so they finally meet up for their fans

moving into a new apartment and realizing they can see directly into their neighbor’s window

being panelists at a con and having heard about each other a lot but never met before

getting paired up for a partner game at a friend’s party

waiting in an airport for their delayed flight

meeting at a demonstration, where they quickly form a bond over their shared interest

getting summoned to the principal’s office for different things and both waiting for their verdict

sharing a taxi, because they need to go to the same place

asking the other one to take a picture of them and their friends

meeting in the cafeteria, with no other place left

getting tasked with training their newest colleague

being booked as models for a big campaign together

meeting at a holiday resort, both with friends or family tagging along

meet uglies

unlike with meet cutes the future couple doesn’t meet under the best circumstances.

singing off-key in their parked car and suddenly a person outside starts laughing

getting set up on a blind date and not having the best reaction when they first see each other

meeting in the bathroom at a house party, battling over who needs the bathroom more

being together in class and on the first day they debate each other so relentlessly that the teacher has to step in

tutoring the other one, but realizing quickly that they just act dumb because they are lazy

fighting over a parking spot at walmart

learning in the library when the other one starts loudly talking on the phone

accidentally getting elbowed in the face while swimming in a public pool

being divorce attorneys on opposite sides and fighting more than their clients

going to an art gallery and critiquing the art without realizing that the artist is standing right there

falling asleep on their seat neighbor’s shoulder on a plane and definitely snoring and drooling on them

jokingly catcall the other one in a different language, not knowing they can understand that language

getting in an argument over their respective pets

both showing up to their lover’s door, realizing that they’ve been cheated on with each other

thinking the other one is their date from a dating app and just sitting down with them and instantly starting to talk, while their actual date never shows up

coming in for a chemistry read, but the casting director thinks they have an awful chemistry

shooting with each other as models while really disliking the clothing in general and the other’s poses in particular

getting hit in the face with a snowball intended for someone else

being hired as a stripper for a party where they actually know some people

calling the conductor on the train, because the other one is sitting on the seat they booked and don’t want to move

getting mistaken for their own twin who also didn’t have the best encounter with the other person

hammering on their neighbor’s door to make them turn off the music since it’s 3 am

being an influencer and having a stranger constantly photo bombing them

panicking when someone covers their eyes from behind, getting mistaken for the other’s friend

having a power struggle at their clients’ wedding, one being the photographer, one being the videographer

fighting over the last donut in the bakery

being hired as each other’s assassins, but always getting away from each other

accidentally setting off the fire alarm in the building and getting a pissed off firefighter in return

cutting in line is just not acceptable and they will let the other person know that

getting into a heated argument in a sports bar

meet ugly: college au edition

their friends set them up together, but person a is constantly showing off his money and person b is really not impressed.

person b goes to a frat party with her friends and person a acts like he owns the place and person b just wants to have a good time.

they have to do an assignment together and person b has a million ideas and wants to start asap, but person a keeps bringing up plans and reasons for not being able to meet and work on it.

it’s finals week and the normally bubbly and happy person b can’t keep her cool anymore, because person a keeps taking loud phone calls in the middle of the library.

person a’s parents threaten to cut him off if his grades don’t go up, so he demands tutoring from person b, because she is one of the best in the class and he realized early that she loves to help other people, so he takes advantage of that.

exes to lovers

having broken up, but still living in the same area they keep running into each other. at the park, the grocery store, the laundromat, … everywhere.

they are still in the same friend group and they want to make it work as friends. but hanging out all the time makes it hard to get over each other.

person a moves to another apartment and finds some of person b’s, their exes’ stuff while moving and the former lovers meet up for the first time since the break-up to exchange the goods.

while not having adopted it together, person a’s pet becomes miserable after person b stops being over, so finally they have to arrange for a meeting in a park, like two divorced parents.

they are still each other’s emergency contact. which becomes apparent when one of them ends up in the hospital.

having their car breaking down by the side of the road is bad enough. their ex being the one to come save them is even worse.

they had already booked everything for their friends’ destination wedding before they broke up. to celebrate them and not lose their deposits they decide to still share the hotel room.

person a’s family still invites person b to all of their family events. and person b actually goes.

they bought tickets for their favourite band’s concert one year in advance. it’s been a few months since their break-up and they believe the emotions have calmed down a bit, so they decide to still go together when the time comes. but maybe they don’t have calmed down that much, when their song comes on.

they know each other best. even after their break-up their ex is still the first person they want to call when something good or bad happens.

“i’m sorry for how it ended.” “i’m sorry that it ended at all.”

“do you still have place for me in your life?”

“three years was not enough to get over you.”

“i couldn’t stop loving you, even if i tried. and i did try for some time. but it didn’t work.”

“seeing you again brought everything back.”

“it was a mistake to just go away. we should’ve fought more for what we wanted.” “we are doing it now.”

“do you have any idea how much i wished to take it back? to just go to your house and apologize?” “i would have waited for you. i did wait for you. even if it took some time, you are here now.”

“i shouldn’t have ever let you go away. i need you by my side.”

“the fight we had was so stupid and breaking up was irrational.”

“we work much better as a team.”

“it was the right thing at the time. we weren’t ready for it.” “do you think we are now?” “yes, absolutely.”

“people called me crazy for letting you get away. and they were right.”

“we were both so hurt that we didn’t see how much the other one was hurting. i hope that we’re now able to look past that and be able to heal together.”

exes

“you just left.” “yes. that was an asshole move, i’m sorry.”

“it’s your weekend with the dog, so i hope he doesn’t come back again fully covered in dirt, like last time.”

it shouldn’t be this awkward. their break-up had been a mutual agreement and they thought they were both content with it. but it was awkward seeing each other again.

“who is that?” “unfortunately my ex.”

“what have you done?” “i may have called my ex. and texted them. and i think i even sent an e-mail.” “i will never give you alcohol again.”

was it a good idea to hook up with your ex? no. were they still going to do it? absolutely.

sitting on a plane next to your ex for a 14 hour flight is not ideal.

working with a partner can be great. working with an ex partner can be a nightmare.

“you’re still wearing the necklace i gave you.” “well, it’s still gorgeous.”

“do you think that there is still a small, really tiny chance for us?”

childhood friends to lovers

growing up together means that so many of their memories and experiences involve the other person, that if they talk with other people who never met their friend, those people still feel like they already know them.

having had sleepovers together since they were little, it’s not uncommon for them to sleep in the same bed.

they have always known each other better than everyone else, so becoming teenagers and starting to change their behaviours in groups and having different hobbies is putting a strain on their friendship.

because they have always been best friends, they accompany each other to every event, to family parties, sport events and school activities. when it’s time for their first school dance, they naturally want to go together, but they are at an age now, were this can become a little bit awkward.

having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor.

they had been best friends in their childhood, but then one of them moved away and they lost contact. meeting each other again by accident and seeing someone they once knew everything about, but who is now basically a stranger is a weird feeling.

they have always been close and they are very comfortable with casual affections, hugging each other, laying their head in the other’s lap, even holding hands.

having pet names for each other, that no one else uses, which confuse some people.

when they were in elementary school, they created a secret language to avoid their teachers reading their notes they passed back and forth in class. now one of them uses that language to write a love letter.

there was always that one place they would both run off to - to escape parents, annoying siblings and just the world in general. they haven’t had contact in a long time, but when things get rough, they both end up in their safe place again.

childhood friends to enemies to lovers

“you broke my heart, you idiot. and the first time always hurts the most.”

“why do you always seem so angry with me?” “why? you really have to ask me why i’m angry? you left me when i needed you!”

“i actually miss being friends.” “i don’t actually want to be friends anymore.”

“we used to be best friends. what happened to us?” “well, we got older.”

“mistakes were made, i get that. but shouldn’t we start to try to get past them?”

“we were always a good team. and we could still be one.”

“i miss how we were back then.” “the good old times are not coming back.” “but maybe we could try again for the future.”

“what’s the saying? with friends like you, who needs enemies?” “maybe i don’t even want to be just friends anymore.”

“we grew up together…” “and we also grew apart.”

best friends to lovers prompts

“we can’t go on like this. like friends is all we are.”

“you know i love you, right? but maybe in a different way than you think…”

“we’ve known each other for so long. i can’t imagine my life - myself - without you anymore. and i really don’t want to.”

“i was always jealous of them and it took me some time to realise why.”

“everyone is already thinking that we’re dating.”

“you and i together… would that be weird?” “no. no, i don’t think so.”

“we’re already basically an old married couple. what harm could it be to try it out for real?”

“i’m just scared of losing you.” “don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. you’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”

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targaryenimagines · 3 years

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Just Wait

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,989

Summary:

Notes: I hope this is all right.

Dialogue Prompt: “Try and stay calm, okay? Help is coming.”

The wind was howling through the air. Snow whipping past your face and obscuring your view. All that you could see were the elegant spikes of Rhaegal’s neck. The pebbled scales being the only comfort to your numbing hands. You wince as the winds howls were intersected by the wails of the damned. Glowing blue eyes appearing before your eyes as you blinked.

Glancing down, you could see nothing but the unending swirl of white in the pitch blackness.

How many of your friends had already perished below you?

How many would you never see again?

How many would you never be able to properly bury?

The questions only cause the growing pit in your stomach to become that much larger. Your hands clench around Rhaegal’s spike. Trying your best to keep your breath steady as he took another sharp turn. Your body pressing against his neck in order to stay upright. Squinting doing little to alleviate the temporary blindness the action caused.

Craning your neck, you look up in hopes that the moon would be able to guide you to where you needed to be. You were only met by even more suffocating darkness-- even the clouds having lost their glow. Curses fall from your lips as you angle Rhaegal down into another dive. Getting too close to the ground could prove to be fatal but you had no choice; images of Viserion’s lifeless body falling from the sky comes unbidden to your mind at the thought. Your heart breaking all over again as you remember his pain-filled cry. How Rhaegal had echoed it as you both tried to desperately save him. Your gentle boy being swallowed by ice and snow; only to be awakened by the very thing that had cursed him.

You hadn’t seen Viserion yet but you had heard his roars. The once gentle and calming sound turned ragged. A mournful howl for everything that was lost and that had to continue to be. In the same manner, you hadn’t seen Drogon or Daenerys since the battle had begun. Both you and Rhaegal taking to the outside defenses to make sure there wouldn’t be any stragglers. Even now you couldn’t hear the sounds of Drogon’s mighty roars or the cries of battle.

You and Rhaegal were completely alone. In the ghost filled sky that promised nothing but despair when it used to offer nothing but freedom.

That is until a sharp cry from above you caused every hair on your body to stand on end. Your head snapping up towards the sound, even as you made Rhaegal dive to the side, and nothing could have prepared you for the sight of seeing Viserion.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of seeing him so broken. His scales, once so vibrant, turned ashen and lifeless.

His gentle face devoid of any emotion except for the mind-numbing coldness that seemed to be in constant supply in the North.

Once golden eyes, that always reminded you of the sun, turned blue. Fire turning to ice.

The only thing rivalling the horror you felt at seeing Viserion in such a state was seeing the thing that was riding him. The Night King’s cold eyes were watching your every movement as Rhaegal dipped lower and lower in the sky. Your attention diverted from his icy gaze towards Rhaegal as his wings narrowly escaped the tree tops. His body jolts as he tries to avoid the imminent collision.

With your mouth pressed into a line, you force yourself to relax and remember everything you had learned over the years with Rhaegal. Every minute movement of his body and what that told you. Even if the Night King could control Viserion, he would never be able to fly like you could. You just had to get to Daenerys, to Drogon, and everything would be fine.

Chancing one last glance towards him, you couldn’t help the sardonic smirk that pulled at your lips. “If you want me you’ll have to catch me you sick bastard.”

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In retrospect, taunting the Night King wasn’t the smartest plan. While you had the advantage of experience atop dragons. He held the advantage when it came being able to see where you were going. Which, in the grand scheme of things, was a very useful tool to have.

As it wouldn’t be the first, or second, time you had almost slammed into something as you made your back towards Winterfell.

“How did we get so far out?” You hiss as you, yet again, dip Rhaegal into a dive to avoid Viserion’s talons. His disjointed shriek causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand on end. You didn’t remember flying this far out from Winterfell but as each moment ticked by you could tell that you had somehow gotten turned around. We were only supposed to be a few minutes out at most. How did this happen?

Feeling the sudden breeze of air on your head, causes you to duck. Your head almost collided with Rhaegal’s neck as Viserion made another dive towards you. Feeling the slick feeling of liquid running down your neck, you raise your hand to the base of it. Letting loose a soft hiss as a sharp stab of pain is the response your body gives to the prodding. You know you didn’t have to look at your fingers to see that your glove was stained red.

Catching sight of the beacon fires almost causes you to sob in relief. Your eyes welling up at the brilliant sight of light after spending so long in near darkness. The sounds of battle resounding out towards you like a choir.

“Only a bit longer, Rhaegal,” you murmur against his neck. Feeling the way his breaths had gotten deeper. You don’t know how much longer he would be able to last if the pace continued like this. The constant bobbing and weaving through frozen air. Squeezing your eyes shut, you send a silent prayer to R’hllor to get you through this-- to get Rhaegal through this. “You’re doing so well. Just a bit longer and I promise you’ll be able to rest.”

Only a small snort was your response. The reaction caused a small smile to quirk your lips despite the situation you were in. His tenacious spirit hadn’t dimmed in the slightest even as his energy was so clearly waned. That’s my boy.

Angling Rhaegal into a steep dive, you make your descent towards Winterfell. Your eyes desperately searching for Daenerys. Your breath catching when you finally caught sight of Drogon’s familiar form. His looming black shadow shifting over the battlefield as he and Daenerys dealt with the Wights. The Unsullied fight valiantly underneath their Khaleesi. You think you could even see Jorah shifting about with Jon Snow’s direwolf-- Ghost.

Viserion’s sharp cry causes you to wince. Your head is already bowing as you twist Rhaegal into the opposite direction. Hoping that you would be able to be fast enough but you hadn’t reacted fast enough. Not as you felt Viserion slam into Rhaegal and press you down against his back. Your breath escaping you in a harsh exhale as Rhaegal tried desperately to free himself. His angry shrieks like daggers through your heart.

Knowing that there was little else you could do; not when you and Rhaegal were so tired. You call for Daenerys-- hoping that your dragon would be able to get to you. Your eyes search for her violet as you begin your descent towards the snow covered ground.

“Daenerys.”

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“Daenerys.”

The sound of her name ripped through the air. Louder than any scream from the undead below her. Louder than any cry of the dying that would forever echo in her head. Louder than even Drogon was at his angriest.

Her head snapping up in the direction the scream, no plea, had originated from. Her own beginning to form when she saw her mate and son in a spiral. She had known that Viserion was a slave of the Night King’s now but she had never truly prepared herself to see him.

She had never thought it would be when he was clutching onto Rhaegal’s back. His talons like anchors against Rhaegal’s green hide. Rivulets of red already became obvious as her son struggled to break free. Struggled to protect his mother, his rider, from harm. She could even see your face from here. See the pain that was so clearly etched across your beautiful features. The blood that was becoming apparent through the stark white of your cloak.

It was a sight that forced her into action. Nudging, Drogon in your direction as fast as he was able to go. Her heart hammering in her chest as Rhaegal let loose another cry of pain. As Viserion echoed it back with one of his own demented shrieks. Her two boys, that were closer than even she could comprehend, enemies because of the vileness that Westeros held. It brought tears to her eyes as Drogon finally got a hold of Viserion. His much larger form easily being able to overpower his brother. Claws ripping and tearing through brittle hide as he was tossed to the side. Little decorum being shown for what used to be his brother.

Glancing down, Daenerys’s heart almost stops at the sight of Rhaegal’s still plummeting form. His wings weakly trying to keep him afloat but nothing would be able to stop his descent. She could see the wounds in his wings and the way his head was drooping which each second ticked by. Angling Drogon into a dive, Daenerys does everything she can to stop his descent. To stop him from hitting the ground but it was all in vain.

Her widened gaze watching as Rhaegal was weakly able to run across the surface before crashing down completely. The form of his rider being thrown from his body into a heap on the icy landscape.

Not thinking of much else, Daenerys jumps off of Drogon the moment his feet make contact with land. Her hand ran against Rhaegal’s neck in a quick search to make sure he was all right; relieved when she felt his heavy breathing through her glove. His steady warmth is still there despite everything.

With that task accomplished, she makes her way over towards the form of her mate. Her knees hitting the ground with preamble and she brought you into her arms. A worried gaze taking in every bruise and scrape that made up the expanse of your skin. Blood trickling down slowly from open wounds that didn’t look to be too deep. A relieved sob leaving her lips when she notices your breathing; while shallow it was something.

Closing her eyes, Daenerys sends a silent thank you to whatever deity helped keep her mate and son safe. Her mouth pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as she pulled you tighter into her embrace. Very much aware of Drogon’s presence wrapping around her. His protective stance warmed her heart.

“Try and stay calm, okay?” She murmurs softly to herself as she pulls you tighter against her. Wanting to keep you as warm as she possibly could. “Help is coming.”

Glancing up, Daenerys could no longer see the various shadows of war against the landscape. Her heart thudding against her chest at what that could mean. Though none of it mattered if it meant that she lost you.

Looking down, she presses another small kiss to your forehead and smiles despite the tears in her eyes. “I love you. If you hold on a bit longer I promise I will never leave your side again.” She nuzzles into your neck; needing to be surrounded by your scent. “You’ll be stuck with me. Just wait for help to come.”

Unbeknownst to Daenerys the slightest of smiles curled your lips at her words. You could never imagine not waiting for your dragon.

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freddie-weaselbee · 3 years

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Grade A Business//F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief semi-nudity, slight language, two suggestive comments, y/n drools on fred but like in a cute way

Summary: As one businessman makes a trip across the ocean to talk to new investors, he meets his new partner, someone a lot more familiar than he was expecting.

Prompts: Only One Bed with dialogue prompts “if we get caught, I’m blaming you” and “I don't want to be alone”

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Day 2 of @theweasleyslut‘s 2k writing challenge

Fred had never gotten used to traveling on Muggle airplanes. He never had a need to before, not with everything being a train ride, floo network, or apparition away. But as he and George progressed into adulthood, and the businessman life no less, they found themselves constantly on the move and needing a fast and easy way to travel without drawing suspicion. Except for the one time that Fred’s magical briefcase set off every airport security system imaginable, but he’d learned from that mistake.

He was relieved to be exiting the JFK airport in New York City, clutching his luggage and thanking Merlin that his feet could now touch solid ground. Being in one of those huge steel contraptions was nothing like flying in a broom. He had no control over anything and it drove him absolutely insane. Luckily, he was safe now, and one step closer to being done with this awful business trip.

At the beginning of their business endeavors, Fred and George would travel together, trying to pick up business at other locations for Weasleys’ Wizards Wheezes. But as the shop grew and the locations became more and more foreign (so far having shops in Paris, Cairo, and Madrid) the brothers realized that the operations would have to be solo missions to allow for the other to run the shop for longer periods of time. Usually Fred didn’t mind taking the trips by himself. In fact, he rather enjoyed the alone time and flexibility in schedule. But this meeting was supposed to be a big one, and he was feeling quite nervous about having to tackle it himself.

Big investors located in the states were meeting with him to discuss opening a joint operation in New York City, combining his shop with another renowned wizard business that they deemed would be most profitable. Fred groaned internally just thinking about it. He didn’t want to have to share this new shop with anyone, no matter what the new investors thought. What if the other co-owner was a horrible person? Or worse, what if they had no sense of humor? They’d ruin the Weasley reputation and make it some boring book store. Or puzzle shop? Honestly Fred didn’t know much about the other business, just that he already didn’t like it.

Hailing a cab, a trick his sister-in-law Hermione had shown him years ago, Fred lugged all of his prototypes--skillfully hidden from Muggle eyes and detection systems by layers of spells--into the trunk before hopping in, giving the address of the hotel the investors had booked for him. He was about to shut the door when a panting scream startled him enough to make him stop.

“Wait! Hold the cab!”

Doing as he was told, Fred kept the door open and allowed the stranger to climb in, suitcase and all.

“Thanks,” you said, Fred noting your distinct British accent and strikingly familiar features. “I really need to get to my hotel, I appreciate it--”

“Y/N?”

Shocked, you finally looked at your ride partner’s face for the first time. Soft brown eyes. Freckled face. Bright ginger hair.

“Fred?! Fred Weasley?” You knew for a fact you weren’t mistaken, this was definitely the Fred you remembered. Or maybe it could have been George? It had been so long since you had seen either of them. Since Hogwarts, in fact.

Luckily, Fred nodded, confirming your belief that this was the older Weasley twin and saving yourself from heaps of embarrassment. “Y/N L/N, what are you doing here?”

Fred and you both wore matching grins, stretching from ear to ear. What an insane coincidence. What were the chances that you two would be in the same cab, in the same city, in the same foreign country?

“I’m actually here for business,” you said. “After Hogwarts I opened my own shop--”

“Excuse me,” the cab driver interrupted, wasting no time with politeness nor formalities. “But I have cars lined up behind me and I don’t know where you wanna go little lady. So let’s get on with it, if you will.”

“Oh, yeah of course. It’s, umm, oh shit which hotel was it? It’s on 53rd and 10th, I know that…” You trailed off, trying to remember what your hotel was called. You dug around in your purse, hoping to find a piece of paper with the name on it. “I think it was called--”

“Lotus Hotel.”

It was Fred who had interrupted you, once again, and once again you were just as bewildered as before.

“That’s right,” you said after a few seconds of confused silence. “Yes, yes the Lotus Hotel please,” you told the driver with confidence. Turning back to Fred you tried in earnest to understand what was happening.

“So same location?” the driver asked, to which Fred confirmed before you were speeding off down the crowded streets of the city.

“Oh, I get it,” you said in understanding. “Same hotel as me?”

“That is correct, love. What are the odds?” He wiggled his eyebrows in a half suggestive half just plain goofy manner, awkwardly shuffling so that his long legs had room amongst your many bags.

“That is quite a coincidence,” you agreed. “Funny thing is, I didn’t even choose the location. I have a business meeting in the morning with possible investors and they set everything up for the stay.”

Fred’s mouth practically dropped open at what you had said. “You’re kidding. These investors don’t happen to be Robbie Goldstein and Rachel McMillan, do they?”

“Ok, you need to stop doing that,” you said, officially freaked. “That’s the third time you’ve predicted something and it’s starting to creep me out. You never were very good at legilimency.”

He hushed you quickly, hoping the cab driver hadn’t caught onto the magical term you just used. Thankfully, he was too focused on the roads to notice.

“Ok, Y/N, one last question.”

“And then you’ll explain how you know all this?”

Fred ignored your question and continued with his own. “You said you opened a business. Are you perhaps meeting with another business owner to discuss a collaboration on a new store opening in the city?”

“Yes!” you said, eager to know how Fred could have known that. Was this another one of his pranks? Did he have hidden cameras in the cab somewhere? “How do you know all this?”

He only laughed, a joyous and very relieved grin overtaking his face. Sticking out his right hand, he grabbed yours and shook it eagerly. “Well, Miss L/N, it’s a pleasure to be reacquainted. I’m Frederick Weasley, your new potential partner.”

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“You know, you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Oh thank Godric, I was worried you’d think I was grown up and mature now.”

You laughed heartily as you dragged your bags out of the cab, thanking the driver before he grunted annoyedly and drove off. Your drive from the airport had gone faster than expected, mostly due to the fact that you and Fred had so much to catch up on.

After he and George had left Hogwarts in their grand exit, they’d created the shop they’d always dreamed of, parking it right in the middle of Diagon Alley. You, on the other hand, went about creating your success in a much more conventional way. After finishing your last year of school, you started working full time at Zonko’s at Hogsmeade, trying to save up enough money to start your own business.

Many long hours and tiring days later, you opened up your little place, a toy store and puzzle shop. It was a similar setup to what the Weasleys did, but as you described it, “my toys don’t blow up in the user's face.”

You were now very excited for tomorrow’s meeting, the one you had been dreading beforehand. Your business was much smaller than Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and this would be your first international location. You were afraid that the owner you would be forced to work with would be some stuck up rich big whig who wouldn’t allow you to keep any of your small business charm in the new location. But learning that you would be working with Fred, well that was a relief for many reasons.

Fred rang the hotel desk bell, chatting happily about ideas for the shared shop and new products that fit with what both of you wanted to do.

“Hello there,” said the hotel receptionist, coming around the corner. “What can I do for you today?”

“Two night stay for Frederick Weasley,” said Fred. “Should’ve been booked by Robbie Goldstein.”

The young man typed quickly into his computer before offering Fred a hotel key card. “Here you are Mr. Weasley, room 504. We serve complimentary breakfast from 6 to 9 every morning down in our west hall. If you need anything don’t be afraid to call down and we’ll assist you in any way we can.”

Fred nodded at the man. “Thank you, I appreciate it.” He turned to leave before you grabbed his shirt sleeve and pulled him back.

“Wait for me,” you said. “I’m not finished talking to you yet.”

Fred smiled and waited behind you as you took your turn at the desk.

“Y/N L/N, also booked by Robbie Goldstein.”

He clicked away again but paused for a few seconds, seemingly confused. “You said Y/N L/N?”

Starting to get nervous, you nodded. “Yes, that’s me. Is the reservation not there?” You didn’t want to think about having to find somewhere else to stay, especially because it was getting so late.

“Oh no,” the man replied. “It’s here all right.” Ignoring the confused looks you and Fred were giving each other, the receptionist handed you a hotel key card and gestured to the elevator. “Thank you for choosing to stay with us. You’ll be staying for two nights in room 504. Don’t forget to enjoy our complimentary breakfast from 6--”

“I’m sorry,” Fred interrupted. “But that’s my room. You did say 504, right?”

“Yes sir,” he replied, not bothering to try to understand the predicament. “Mr. Goldstein booked one room for the both of you.”

Your eyes widened and you looked at Fred, silently asking him to help you figure this out. But instead, Fred just broke out laughing, having to brace himself on the front desk.

“I guess that’s what you expect when you let two investors who specialize in pranking shops make the room accommodations.”

“This isn’t funny Fred,” you said, although you had to give Robbie and Rachel credit for this joke. Turning to the receptionist, you sighed and ran your hands through your hair. “There’s at least two separate beds, right?”

He glanced down at his computer screen before looking back up at you with a guilty smile. “Well, about that…”

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“Alright, I’ll take the couch, I’m sure it’s a pullout, it has to be.”

Fred stood in the doorway watching you mumble mostly to yourself. As tired as he was and as much as he wanted to just lie down and sleep, somehow watching you freak out about the sleeping arrangements was a much better use of his time.

He watched as you threw the pillows and cushions off of the couch and felt around for a lever, something, anything that would allow you a place to rest. Your face lit up as you felt a small impression and yanked with all your might, only causing you to thump backwards onto your butt on the hotel room floor.

Kicking off his shoes, Fred jumped onto the bed, sighing as he let his body relax. “Come on in darling, there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

He opened one eye slightly, just enough to see your reaction. You were trying again to make the couch open, although you both knew that it wasn’t a pullout. Nevertheless, you kept pulling at every spot you thought could make a difference.

It reminded Fred of the good old days, back at Hogwarts when you two were so close. You were always so stubborn, and he didn’t realize just how much he had missed having you in his life. He always wondered what happened to you after he and George left, but with the shop opening up and the war around the corner, he never had the thought to write you or track you down. He hoped this time after you two parted ways you would still remain in touch.

You groaned loudly, slapping the couch with one of the pillows you had thrown earlier. Nothing was going as planned and you couldn’t be more annoyed.

“Fine,” you huffed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch, no need for a pullout.” You stomped over to the bed and angrily pulled the blanket from off of him.

“Hey!” he shouted, trying to grab it back but you were too quick. “That’s not fair, it’s cold!”

“If you get the bed,” you said, wrapping yourself up, “then I get to stay warm. Now go to sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He couldn’t help but giggle at the small bundle of you wrapped up in the hotel quilt, looking like an angry little burrito. Standing, he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it in the corner, followed next by his undershirt before he unbuckled his belt. He turned to face you slowly, feeling your eyes on him as they peeked out of your wrapping.

You quickly turned your gaze and glared at the floor. “What are you doing?” you said, hoping Fred didn’t see the blush rising to your cheeks. He did.

He continued to undress, leaving him only in a pair of red boxers that left little to the imagination. “Going to bed, as you said,” he replied nonchalantly. He grabbed a toothbrush from his suitcase and made his way to the bathroom, making sure to walk extra slowly and give you a longer show.

“This is so unprofessional!” you yelled after him.

“We’re not business partners until tomorrow, love,” Fred said with a mouthful of toothpaste. “As far as I see it we can do anything we want tonight.”

Rolling your eyes, you shed the large blanket and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from your bag, hoping you’d be able to change before Fred finished in the bathroom. As he emerged, he saw the tail end of you throwing the shirt on, flashing your thighs and part of your panties for half a second. He averted his eyes out of respect, but that didn’t stop his imagination from running away with what he just saw.

You shuffled past him, taking your turn in the bathroom. How in the world had this happened? How had a nice catch-up with a friend turned into an awkward back and forth the night before the most important business meeting of your life?

All you wanted to do was fall asleep, go through with whatever tomorrow brought you, and pretend like this never happened. But as you came out of the bathroom, you saw that Fred had taken the blanket back, leaving you with nothing except your t-shirt and an uncomfortable couch.

“Fred, let me have it,” you said, trying to yank it from his grip.

“No,” he mumbled, voice muffled by one of the many pillows he was cuddled with.

“Frederick Gideon Weasley, give me the blanket now or so help me…”

Instead of responding, he just reached out and patted you on the top of your head before rolling over and pretending to snore. He was infuriating.

You sulked back to the couch, accepting your defeat. You pulled out all of the clothes in your bag, hoping they could form as some sort of makeshift blanket. But after a few minutes of shivering and curling into the smallest ball possible, you realized that you’d never manage to sleep like this. Fred was staring at you, partially amused and partially concerned. You looked away.

“You can always share with me, you know,” he said, patting the bed next to him.

You scoffed and turned away. “Like I said, Fred, we’re soon-to-be business partners. Imagine how that would look! I’m fine right here, thank you.”

After a few seconds of silence you snuck another look at him. He hadn’t moved an inch, and was instead looking more concerned than before. “You’re going to freeze to death over there.”

“Well maybe that’s because someone stole my blanket.”

“The blanket comes with the bed, and the bed comes with me. Take it or leave it.”

It took everything in you not to scream. You wanted that warm, soft, comfortable bed more than anything at the moment. You needed it. Oh but it would send such a bad message if anyone ever found out…

“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” you relented, trudging over to the bed and crawling underneath the covers, ripping the blanket from a very amused Fred.

“Who’s gonna catch us, Robbie and Rachel? They’re the ones that set this up! Trust me, nothing’s going to happen.”

“It better not,” you said. “And make sure you stay on your side of the bed, I mean it! No touching.”

“Oh come on, Y/N,” Fred said, rolling slightly closer to you. “You act as if we’ve never done this before. We’ve slept with each other dozens of times.”

Your face went red at his words, wishing he would have phrased it a different way.

“You know what I mean,” he said quickly, hearing how his words came across. “But the amount of times we’ve cuddled up in the Gryffindor common room or up stargazing in the astronomy tower. It’s just me, there’s nothing to be scared of.”

“We were also 17 and a lot closer back then,” you retorted, remembering the fond memories you had from your high school days.

Fred huffed and returned to his side. “I’m not saying we weren’t. I just wish you weren’t acting so different now. It’s like we’re barely friends anymore…” His voice drifted off, wishing that he could go back and change the past. It had been 8 years since he last saw you. 8 whole years. Maybe things would’ve been different if he had tried to stay in touch. You’d never even visited his shop in those 8 years, never seen everything he was so proud of. He was stupid to think that one reunion was going to bring back a friendship that was practically already dead. He was even more stupid to think that maybe, just maybe, fate was giving him one last chance to shoot his shot, close to a decade later. What a right idiot he was.

On the other side of the bed, less than a meter away, similar thoughts raced through your mind. 8 years. Why hadn’t you, in 8 years, made one trip to visit their shop. Sure, there was a war going on and you were busy starting your own shop, but things had been fairly calm the last few years. Why had you never reached out? Almost subconsciously, you reached out physically for Fred. Your hand brushed up against his back before you tensed and drew back. You both stilled for a few moments, before Fred rolled over, facing you.

The two of you just stared at each other, both playing mental images of what your lives could have looked like the last 8 years if just one of you had done something.

“You’re not seeing anyone, are you?” Fred asked, breaking the silence. You shook your head. He moved closer.

“Are you?” you asked. He shook his head. You moved closer.

Your faces were now about a foot apart. You moved your hand to rest it between your face and the pillow. Fred copied your actions. You laughed softly, the movement causing a strand of hair to fall into your face.

Fred reached his hand out to move it before hesitating. “Can I?” His voice was so soft, so full of care. His hand hesitated in the air for a second before you nodded. He brushed the strands behind your ear, fingertips so gentle that you got chills up and down your spine. He let his hand linger before it moved to cup your face. “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled and leaned into his touch. “I’ve missed you too, Freddie.”

His hand left your face and moved down to your waist, eyes not leaving yours in case you ever grew uncomfortable. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him just like you used to do all those years ago. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and hummed contently, before both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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“Freddie, Y/N! How are ya!”

Robbie Goldstein, a plump man with fading hair ran up to greet you and Fred in the lobby of his and his partner’s office, shaking both of your hands fervently.

“Hey Robbie,” said Fred, slapping the man on the back. “I’m glad to be here.”

“Same with me,” you said, glad you could finally meet the man with whom you’d been discussing business through letters in person.

Robbie looked between the two of you, sly grin on his face. “Ah, so I see you’ve already met them. Wouldn’t happen to be because of a little mishap at the hotel last night, would it?”

You groaned internally, hating that someone else knew about the previous night, but Fred only laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“A great prank, I must admit, but Y/N and I actually go way back. I’ve known her since I was 11 years old, so nice try. I couldn’t imagine how that would’ve gone if we were complete strangers.”

Robbie’s face fell a little before he shrugged and nodded his head in defeat. “Well, what are the odds of that?”

“Astronomical,” you said, giving Fred a subtle tap with your foot.

Robbie gestured for the two of you to follow him into the conference room where discussions about the new business would commence. “Well, I’m glad that you two seem to get along then, this is going to make things a lot easier. Oh, and don’t worry about arrangements tonight, I’ve decided not to let my joke stretch on and I booked another room for one of you for your last night in town.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Fred, and stepped into the conference room. “Thanks Robbie, that makes things a lot easier.”

“Yeah,” said Fred hesitantly, “thanks for that.”

He shut the door behind you and straightened up. There was no place for personal feelings in this business negotiation. He needed to do what was best for his company and yours, no distractions. No thoughts of crushed hope that suddenly plagued his mind.

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Fred hated the bed he was sleeping on. Granted, it was the same bed as the night before, but this time it felt different. It felt like it was mocking him. You had been the one to offer to change rooms and it seemed like you couldn’t wait to get out of there and to your own bedroom, free of any Weasleys. It made Fred sick to think about.

He had just gotten used to the idea of something happening between the two of you. Last night, it all seemed perfect. You had cuddled the same way you had before, talked like nothing had changed. Hell, he even woke up with you lying sprawled out on top of him, a little trickle of drool falling onto his chest. He didn’t mind.

But now, everything that happened the night before seemed like a dream.

Fred knew he’d at least get to see you sporadically from now on. Your business negotiations with Robbie and Rachel went great, and the two of you, three counting George, were going to be combining forces and opening a joke and toy shop in the city sometime within the next year. It went exactly how Fred had wanted it to go, and yet so horribly wrong at the same time.

He didn’t want to only interact with you as a business partner and casual friend. He wanted so much more than you were willing to give him, and having to see you and write you and work with you was going to be torture for him. He buried his face in the pillows, gripping the large blanket to his chest, wishing it was you instead. Stupid Robbie and his stupid pranks and stupid business and--

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Fred lifted his head to check the clock. It was 2 in the morning. Who in the world would be knocking this late at night? Fred slowly got out of bed, too tired to bother putting anything more decent on. He looked through the peephole of the door but his eyes were too blurry to make anything out. Groaning, he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

Standing in front of him, clothed in the oversized t-shirt from last night and a pair of booty shorts, was you, looking nervous and embarrassed. Fred hadn’t noticed the previous day, but the shirt you had been wearing was one of his old Quidditch practice jerseys, all beat up and way too huge on you. He remembered the day he gave that to you, or rather when you stole it from him because you complained about it being too cold. Fred had to hold back a laugh at the irony.

“I, umm,” you started, not knowing what to say to him. How were you supposed to explain that you missed him so much that spending one night away from him was too much for you to bear? How last night had been the best sleep you had in years because of how content and at peace he made you feel. How could you convey all of your feelings to him at this very moment?

“I don’t want to be alone.”

Fred wasted no time in picking you up, laughing as you screamed and kicked your legs around. “Fred Weasley, you put me down!”

He did as he was told and threw you onto the bed before jumping, arms and legs spread out, and landing straight on top of you. “I’m so glad you're here,” he said, peppering your cheeks with kisses. He pushed himself up, scanning your face to make sure what he did was ok, but you grabbed his face in your cheeks and pulled him down into a long kiss. Fred smiled through the kiss, almost laughing at how everything was working out. Maybe fate did have something to do with it after all.

Fred pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “So,” he said, mischief glinting in his eyes, “how about we put this bed to good use?”

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randomingoftherandomness · 3 years

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Prompt! WKX is an omega who's been suppressing his heats for years with the help of Aunt Luo. When he leaves the Ghost Valley, his heat comes unexpectedly because of prolonged suppressant use. Alpha!ZZS helps. Smut or not, up to you.

A/N: I see Omega WKX and just like that it’s on like donkey kong 😝 No smut for this one though I may revisit this. I had to take a pause in writing the Smut Dialogue Prompts because I had to work for my Taobao WoH merch money. But keep sending them in!

I place this fic as taking place somewhere on the journey to the Longyue Cabinet.

This fic is longer than I had anticipated...

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It hits him that he’s out of tea three days into the constant discomfort of aches on the base of his spine, the almost debilitating need to scent Chengling as if he was his young, and the embarrassing urge to bare his neck to the Old Toad Monster whenever they argue. But above all that, the most mortifying thing of all is the distracting awareness of where his Ah Xu was at every given moment and the insanity that rages through him to kneel and submit to him even when the man still looks at him with nothing but a suspicion that makes him want to keen and whine.

Wen Kexing is supposed to be above all this, not just as the Lord of the Ghost Valley, but as someone who is trying to prove to this Alpha that he was the right--

He perishes the thought before it can even finish.

The nondescript brocade pouch is empty save for a few remnant leaves that would barely be enough to tide him through even the first hour of what’s coming next. It’s fine, he tries to reason through the rising panic in his mind that this was missing the mark of ‘fine’ and hitting the bullseye of ‘you’re completely fucked’. This blend is unique to Aunt Luo’s stores and if Ah Xiang was still by his side, she would have a backup pouch for him. As a Beta, she would have no need for it herself.

Unbidden, the memories of the scant few times he had let his Heats run their course comes flooding through him; the pain and ache of being untouched, unfulfilled, the taste of blood and sweat as he rides through the terror of his heart burning through the fever, the fear of that lone door being broken down by some crazed Alpha and being mated against his will. He remembers the rawness of his throat for weeks after, screaming and crying for that boy who balanced a cricket on his head and promised him good food when he could come home with him.

Wen Kexing swallows tightly around the knot of emotions drumming thick in his throat. It’s an old fear and it is the nightmare that he has survived and lived through by the grace of Aunt Luo’s protection. He’d presented early; far too early by the sounds of Aunt Luo’s recollections and the theory was that the trauma of his parent’s deaths coupled with the Mengpo Soup being administered to someone so young, was the cause of things.

“Lao Wen?”

“Hm?” He quickly plasters on a smile, blinking up at his Ah Xu before darting his gaze somewhere over his shoulder instead. This is dangerous.

He’s sweating through his inner robes and it won’t be long now before his scent draws every Alpha in the 15 mile radius from where they are in the forest. He finds himself simultaneously surprised and disappointed that Ah Xu has barely reacted to his scent when the Old Toad Monster had taken a sniff at him this morning and declared that he was taking Chengling along with that strange child-man off their hands for a few days.

It’s ridiculous and he reminds himself that he has nothing to fear when Ah Xu has been nothing but courteous this entire time even when knowing from the beginning that he was an Omega with a bloodlust that could fill entire oceans.

“Lao Wen, are you alright?” Ah Xu asks. Wen Kexing looks at him then; meets his gaze and decides it is all or nothing at this point. Should Ah Xu say no, he won’t press, he won’t push and he won’t beg. His heart will break but that wouldn’t be anything new.

He has survived worse things than a broken heart.

“I’m going into Heat,” He admits, eyes fixed on Ah Xu, gaze strong and unwavering. “It’s going to be bad because I’ve been on suppressants and I need you to know this.”

Ah Xu remains impassive, quiet and still, before he asks gently, “So what are your plans?”

The words twinge something awful in his chest and he forces himself to keep smiling. “Find an Alpha. Pay for one if I must. The last Heat I went through was horrible and I nearly died. I’m not keen to repeat the experience,” He inhales and finds himself stuttering on the sour scent of... Anger? Jealousy?

Ah Xu’s tells are still things he is learning but even with this shallow pool of knowledge, Wen Kexing can tell that he is displeased.

His immediate instinct is to go on his knees, wrap his arms around that slender waist and rub his cheek to his belly until that cold, unhappy scent sweetens into something warm again. But he restrains himself, tries to stand his ground even when he can feel the quickening of his heart demanding that he submit, he surrender, he give himself over to his Alpha; to just reach out and touch and kiss and love and be loved--

“Am I not enough?”

The slow enunciation of the syllables breaks through the cacophony in his mind. Wen Kexing thinks he must be dreaming and half convinces himself that this is some Heat wrought dream, and that there is no way that Zhou Zishu would ever--

Careful hands hold him by the cheeks, wrists placed close to the corners of his lips and he can almost taste the way he can be owned and marked and belong to this Alpha. This same Alpha who is looking at him with eyes of liquid gold and is saying, “Lao Wen, please let me share your Heat with you.”

“But you...” He trails off.

“Me?”

“You haven't even reacted to me,” Wen Kexing says a little dumbly, body swaying into the promise of an embrace.

On that, Ah Xu smiles a little wryly. His hands move, trailing fingers southwards to rest right against Wen Kexing’s nape. The heat of his palm, right over where a Bond Mark should be shouldn’t be this thrilling, but the promise that is etched in the heady weight of his gaze is enough to steal a soft whine from the cages of his ribs.

“It’s the Nails. I’m slowly losing my senses. I can’t smell much anymore,” Ah Xu admits with a gentle press of his fingers to sweat slick skin for the briefest of a moment, before pulling away, huffing with fondness. “Was that what worried you? That I wasn’t reacting to you? I thought I’d held your hands enough times and touched you more than was appropriate. Even Senior Ye could tell.”

The gentle whining that comes from within him builds into something needy that bellies the spreading damp on his inner clothes.

“I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Ah Xu says, leaning in to press their cheeks together. When he speaks again, his words come on heated breath that has Wen Kexing spreading his legs, letting him occupy the space between them. “But I can say this. If you spend your Heat with me, I won’t hurt you, I’ll make it so good for you. I promise you won’t remember all the Alphas you’ve shared them with before.”

Wen Kexing bites down on his lip and ducks his eyes. Ah Xu has never been so forward and yet, with just these few sentences, he has turned his entire world axis on its head. “There weren’t ever any other Alphas,” He confesses in a quiet rush. “I...”

“You’ve never...?” Ah Xu’s eyes widen.

“Never. I’ve never trusted anyone enough.”

Ah Xu seems to ponder on this. “And now?”

Wen Kexing closes his eyes, surrendering to the need to press his brow to Ah Xu’s strong shoulder. The need prickles deep in his groin and he knows Ah Xu can feel it even through the folds of his robes. There is no mistaking where this will go and Wen Kexing finds that there is no fear in this desire.

Here was his Alpha, the one who will catch him when he falls. Here is the one he had chosen as a child when the world was bright. Here he is for him to love, to hold, to cherish.

Beyond any measure of rhyme and reason, Wen Kexing knows that even if this is the only Heat he ever gets to share with him, it will be enough. “You’re it for me,” He says softly, pouring every bit of sincerity and honesty into those words. Even if Ah Xu still suspects him, even if he never loves him the way Wen Kexing has loved him for a lifetime, he has been Zhou Zishu’s Omega from the very beginning.

Whatever Ah Xu finds on his face must be enough, because their lips meet, at first, in an inelegant kiss that was too much teeth that clacked and bump, and then again, in a kiss that was half-laughter and many parts delight.

“Then, let me take care of you,” Ah Xu says, thumb tracking the curve of his jaw, pressing his body close.

Wen Kexing shudders, hands moving to hold him by the waist.

“Alright.”

#wenzhou #word of honor #gab writes stuff #wen kexing #zhou zishu #this was hella longer than I had anticipated #it's the heat verse

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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years

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Just One Night

Day 12, Story #1 is by @rafa-rafaelx / @whenihaveyouromione

Title: Just One Night

Author: rafa-rafaelx/whenihaveyouromione (or FireTheCanon on ao3)

Pairing: Ron&Ginny (sibling platonic) and background Romione

Prompt: "I'm learning to love myself, it's the hardest thing I've ever done." (I used this as a theme more than actual dialogue)

Summary: A moment between Ron and Ginny at Bill and Fleur's wedding.

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For the briefest of moments, as her lips grazed his cheek when the song ended, he considered kissing her.

But the moment passed just as quickly as the question had come. She stepped away with flushed cheeks, but smiling.

"That was fun," she said breathlessly. "But I don't think I can dance anymore. My feet… they're so sore. Thanks, Ron."

"No problem," Ron replied, feeling the rush of his emotions begin to subside now that she was no longer touching him. "I'm a bit tired myself… er… do you want me to get some Butterbeers? Go find Harry and I'll bring some over."

Hermione beamed and nodded. "That would be great."

Before anymore could be said, she disappeared into the crowd.

For a moment, Ron stood amongst the dancing crowd and closed his eyes, relishing in the time they'd just spent together. It had been thrilling, exciting, and he dared not think about what could have happened had they continued to dance.

He touched the place where her lips had touched his cheek. The spot tingled, and it was a good feeling. And they'd been so close… so…

I should have done something, he thought admonishingly to himself as he went to where the drinks were being kept. It had been the perfect opportunity. He'd had her in his arms, they'd been dancing, with their bodies so close… there'd been something there, he hadn't imagined it.

He shook his head.

It was too late now. The moment had gone, she was gone…

He grabbed three Butterbeer bottles and was on his way to find Hermione and Harry when something stopped him. In the briefest of moments, his already fragile heart had crumbled before him. It shouldn't have, because they weren't actually doing anything, but…

Krum. She was talking to Krum and she was smiling. She looked so happy.

She smiled with you, too, he reminded himself, though it wasn't much comfort. Ron might have been able to make her smile, but he didn't have the fame or the money or the popularity to go along with it. Making her smile was the only thing he had.

The familiar pang of jealousy hit him — swirling around him, engulfing him. He had no right to feel as he did, for she was free to choose who she wanted. But he wanted it to be him — he wanted it so much that the reality of the situation was near unbearable.

He loved her. He'd known for a while, working through the confusing, yet exhilarating, feelings it brought him.

He loved her...

"I have no idea why he got invited."

Ron startled, surprised to see Ginny standing beside him. Her eyes were also on Hermione and Krum.

Ron didn't say anything. He looked at the three bottles in his hand. "Yeah, well… I've got to go and give these to…"

He made to leave, but Ginny said, "You're better, you know?"

Ron paused, turning back to face her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Ginny nodded towards Krum. "You're better than him. For her, I mean."

Ron felt his face flush, but he refused to look back over at Hermione and Krum. He watched his sister for a moment, trying to figure out if she was being serious or not. The look on her face told him that she was.

For the first time ever, he decided to be honest with her. "In what way?" he asked quietly.

Ginny shook her head. "I don't know… I'm just repeating what she told me. He's just a friend — she said she's not the slightest bit interested in him in that way. Her words, not mine."

Ron swallowed. When had the room gotten so warm? "She said that?"

Ginny nodded. "She picks you. She won't tell you, because of everything that's going on — you know, all your secret plans and all — but… it's you, Ron."

Ron finally found the courage to look back over. Hermione wasn't anywhere in sight, but he spotted Krum skulking the edges of the tent, watching everyone with his usual deadpan expression. He released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked after a moment. It wasn't like his sister to be this nice, but he couldn't sense any mockery in her voice.

Ginny smiled. "Because it's a wedding, a celebration of love, and the pair of you love each other, but you're too stupid to do anything about it. Besides, I couldn't bear the look of self-pity when you saw them talking just a moment ago."

"I wasn't —" He stopped. Who was he kidding? He had been self-pitying.

Ginny raised an eyebrow, though she was being overly nice to him tonight so it didn’t last long. “Listen, I just thought you should know that you don’t have anything to worry about… about Krum. He’s… he’s not in the way. Not for her.”

Ron cast his eyes around the tent again, and through a gap in the dancers, he saw Hermione at one of the tables with Harry. She was still flushed in the face, smiling widely, and just looking happy to be where she was. She had spent a lot of time crying over the past weeks — over her parents mostly — so to see her smile warmed him.

At the end of the school year, he’d thought that maybe something could happen. He’d been hopeful that it would, even taking the time to read the book Fred and George had gotten him. And the time together before Harry arrived, even the time after, tonight… it had filled him with a joy that he couldn’t quite grasp.

There had been something there tonight. It hadn’t just been two friends dancing. It had been… something more. Maybe, had they let things go longer, it might have ended with them sharing a kiss.

But all it had taken was seeing her with Krum — someone better at Quidditch than him, someone more famous than he’d ever be, and someone with more money than Ron could ever dream of — and all that hope had gone out in an instant.

Now, Ginny was telling him something completely different to what his mind had imagined —

“There's no better time to do it than at a wedding," Ginny said, almost reading his thoughts.

Ron nodded, though he didn't make to move anywhere. Despite it all — despite wanting to — in a few short days they would be leaving, going to who knew where, and he knew that until they found and destroyed all of the Horcruxes then there'd be no time for romance. So what was the point?

Just one night, he found himself thinking. Just tonight, it can be good.

Still clutching the Butterbeers, he moved forward, keeping his eyes on her, repeating in his head what he might say. Maybe he'd take her from the tent, have some privacy, at least see what she'd have to say.

But he was only halfway there when the Patronus arrived. Kingsley, telling them the Ministry had fallen.

Panicked ensued after that, and Ron was thrown to the side as people made desperate attempts to escape what they all now knew to be an attack.

He felt the Butterbeer bottles slip from his hands and spill over his shoes. He ignored it, pushing through the panic.

Hermione was his only thought. He'd lost sight of her and Harry in the mess, but somewhere, somehow, he thought he could hear her… calling his name.

He followed it, and a moment later he saw them. He saw the relief on both of his friends' faces, not just Hermione's.

And then Hermione Disapparated them, sucking them into a void away from the danger. After that, any hope of the night ending well — of just enjoying one night with her — was erased.

Now they had to find Horcruxes.

#chudleycanonficfest2021 #hp fest #hp canon pairings #canon fest platonic #canon fest romantic #submission #ron & ginny friendship

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blossomingimagines · 3 years

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Requiem

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Word Count: 5,572

Summary:

Notes: I changed a bit about Civil War-- like the Reader lives in the Tower instead of the Compound. I also changed a bit about how everything went down-- it’s been a while since I’ve seen Civil War. So please don’t be too mad about those changes.

Warnings: Angst.

Dialogue Prompts: “You’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.” // “I don’t know who you are anymore.”

The soothing melody of music swarmed around you. The smooth ivory keys of the piano were cool against your fingertips. A stark contrast to the whiskey burning its way down your throat every time you paused. The calming melody being replaced by the clinking of ice against the glass; something that reminded you of your father. A comparison that brought an even darker cloud over your head.

Like father, like daughter, your mind purrs.

Clenching your teeth, you slam your glass against the smooth surface of the piano. An acidic feeling working its way up until you were able to force it back down. The action causes tears to form in your eyes and pain to flare through your chest. Images of memories long suppressed flashing through your mind as you stood. Your gait stumbled ever-so-slightly as you made your way towards the large couch in the center of the room.

You wished for nothing more than to have the memories stop. To have the past twenty-four hours erased from your mind. To go back to a time when your team, your family, was still whole; severely damaged but whole. Where you didn’t know that the people you trusted had kept something so crucial from you. From Tony. Back to a time where the image of your older brother’s haunted face wasn’t seared into your brain-- where his bright brown eyes weren’t dimmed to a hollow black.

Back to a time when your heart was whole. Where you didn’t second guess everything that had happened for the past six years of your life.

The Day Prior….

A smile pulls at your lips as you hum a soft tune against the oppressive silence of the Tower. Wanting to fill a normally joyous environment with its usual cheer. Anything to offset the darkness that had been consuming all the light that had finally worked its way into your life.

The inviting aroma of the pasta sauce wafts through your nose. A warm feeling blossoming in your chest at the memories, and the feelings, it invokes within you. It was a recipe that your dear Brucey had imparted onto you after another failed attempt by your brother to make dinner. It seemed that for all his brains, Tony couldn’t figure out how to work a stove even if his life depended on it.

Even though he could probably make one in his sleep.

You held hope that your brother would be returning today. You knew how much the Accords, and the subsequent battles, were affecting him. His already fucked up sleeping schedule became almost nonexistent. Not to mention his new diet consisting solely of leftover pizza and coffee. Hopefully a nice home cooked meal would do him some good. You also held hope that your long term girlfriend, Natasha, would be joining your brother on his return. You didn’t truly know everything that was going on with the so-called ‘Civil War’ but you were beyond glad that Natasha wasn’t on the opposite side of it. You didn’t know what you would do if you lost her too.

You still couldn’t comprehend that Steve, your Capsicle, was no longer part of the Avengers-- at least the version that the public would rally behind. Couldn’t believe that Clint had so easily followed behind him without a second glance back. That Wanda, despite all of her misgivings about your last name, would leave you too. You knew that the Accords were demanding many things from the heroes, although you didn't know the extent of everything, you didn’t see the reason for the battles that had risen because of them. Not when amendments and other legalities could still surface in the wake of such a document coming into fruition.

You understood, in part, how Steve must feel having such restrictions appear. Flashing him back to a time that you had only read in history books and heard from the drunken ramblings of your father. Where if the rules weren’t followed there would be dire consequences. You also understood that Steve wanted to protect his friend from such restrictions-- you just couldn’t understand how a man that followed various rules like they were God’s words themselves could be so flippant about something so important. Could be so callous to the wishes of millions of people and their representatives. It wasn’t the forties anymore, Steve had to come to terms with that. The world wasn’t what it used to be.

At the first sign of Steve’s rejection to the Accords, you had hoped that Tony would be able to talk him into it. Would be able to stop the conflict before it even had the chance to rise. All that hope had flown out the window after the airport. After Rhodey, your beloved wombat, had gotten crippled you knew that nothing would ever be the same again. That nothing could fix the wound that had been inflicted on Tony’s already battered heart because of it.

An event that only became that much worse because you had only been able to catch glimpses of Natasha. Seeing her briefly in the hallway of the hospital with a dark look painted on her face. You had tried to approach her but she had vanished before you even got half-way. The next, and last, time you had seen her she was speaking with Tony. An exchange that didn’t look to be on the friendliest of terms. Yet another fact that you couldn’t comprehend. As their relationship, although starting off rough, blossomed after you began dating. An understanding growing between them that you were the glue that held them together. Friendship growing from that shared bond like flowers blossoming amongst the weeds at last. Witnessing such an exchange had shocked you but you still held hope that it was simply the ramifications of the battle-- having Steve and the rest of the rogues escape must have stung. Not to mention Rhodey’s injuries pouring salt into an already gaping wound.

Your hope was the only thing getting you through.

The smell of burning tomatoes fills your nose causing you to blanche. Your brow furrowing in surprise at the unexpected smell before, with muttered curses, you realize what you had done. As quickly as you were able to, you turned the burner off and brought the pot to the sink-- wherein you dumped it unceremoniously. A petulant frown making its way across your face at the sight.

Shaking your head, you grab a hand towel and make your way around the kitchen. You knew that Tony wasn’t the pickiest of eaters but you had wanted to make his homecoming meal special. Naked pasta didn’t really get that feeling across. At least I tried.

“I guess Tony isn’t the only one who’s been frazzled by all of this,” you mutter as you toss the towel onto the counter.

“You’re still using words like frazzled, Y/N?”

The unexpected response causes you to jump in surprise. Your heart leaping in your throat as you saw the shadowed figure of your brother standing in the precipice of the room. A grin pulling at your lips at the sight.

“Yes, Anthony, I do,” you reply. “At least when I believe that you’re not around.”

“I’m hurt, Y/N/N,” Tony cries with faux hurt in his tone. His hands coming to grasp his chest with an exaggerated air. At the movement, however, you notice how stiff his movements were. Your eyes narrow as you take in his entire figure again. Noticing the slouched posture and the almost defeated air that surrounded him.

Taking a worried step forward, you couldn’t stop the fear that interlaced itself within your tone. “Tony, what happened?”

“I lost.”

If it was possible you could feel even more fear work its way through your body. Tony never admitted defeat, not since your father was alive, he felt like it was a sign of weakness. While it could get annoying at times you know that Tony didn’t mean anything malicious by it. Hearing the words fall from his lips without a hint of resistance?

It filled you with a sense of dread you hadn’t felt since the day you learned about your parents.

And when Tony finally stepped from the shadows?

It brought you back to the moment that he had told you. His body caving in on itself as he tried to hide from the world. His bright, intelligent, brown eyes turning black with the various emotions that ran through his mind. His smiling, jovial, face turning serious and grim. A contrast that you don’t think you would ever be able to stomach. You knew that Tony could be serious, when he wanted to be, but seeing him so broken? Empty? That was something you don’t think you could ever witness without feeling your own heart break because of it.

All of that combined with the bruises? You could already feel the oncoming panic before it even began.

Rushing towards your brother, you gently take his face into your hands-- noticing his slight flinch as you did so. Pressing your lips into a thin line, you gently stroke your thumb across his cheekbone.

“What the hell happened, Tony?”

Your question causes Tony to pause. As if he didn’t know what to tell you-- or how much to tell you. At the expression, your grip tightens ever-so-slightly.

“Don’t beat around the bush, Tony. Tell me what the hell happened.” You pause as an unsettled feeling wells within you. “Did Steve do this to you?”

“Y/N/N,” Tony sighs with a soft look appearing on his face. His eyes trying to desperately tell you what he couldn’t voice. What he didn’t want to voice. Without thinking you take a staggered step away from him. Your hand flying to your mouth as you try to keep your tears at bay. Not believing that man you trusted would be able to do something like this.

“Ho-” You clear your throat as the words get stuck. “How did this happen, Tony? Where was Natasha in all of this? How could she have let this happen? How could your team let this happen?”

“It wasn’t supposed to escalate,” he murmurs as he takes your hands into his. His eyes imploring you to understand. “I went to talk to Rogers and Barnes. I wanted to stop the incessant battles and finally come back together as a team. As a family.”

You take one of his bruised hands in yours. “You’re not a violent man, Tony. Not more than any of the others.” You shake your head. “Something must have happened for it to escalate to such a degree. Especially if you went there to just talk.”

Tony stiffens. “I don’t think you want to continue this conversation, Y/N.”

“Yes, I do. I want to know how a man that praises himself on his honor could attack you in such a way. I want to know what caused you to fight in the first place.” You squeeze Tony’s hand. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Tones. You don’t have to protect me from everything. I’m dating a former KGB agent after all.”

Tony winces at the reminder but you try not to read too much into it. His eyes shifting downwards as he gripped your hand in his. “They didn’t attack me, Y/N/N.” He pauses as he forces himself to continue. To tell you the awful truth of what happened. “I attacked them.”

“What?” You ask with a horrified expression. “Why would you do that?”

He seems to shrink even more because of your tone. “I learned some things. Things that I should have known from the beginning.” His head lowers once more as his voice drops to a whisper. “Things you should have known from the beginning.”

You shake your head as you try to understand. “What could have been so bad that it caused you to attack one of your greatest friends? To do so when you went with the simple understanding of a truce?”

There was a moment of silence.

“I think we need to sit down for this, Y/N.”

Before you could react, Tony was pulling you out of the kitchen and towards the sitting area of the Tower-- the dinner you had made completely forgotten on the island.

You didn’t think you had much of an appetite anyways.

Tugging at your hand, Tony settles on the couch with you at his side. His expressive brown eyes staring into yours as he mulled over his next words.

When the silence became too much, you couldn’t stop the desperate plea that fell from your lips. “Just tell me, Tony. Please.”

He nods, his body straightening and his shoulders stiffening. He looked like a man prepared for battle that didn’t let anything in this world get to him. If it wasn’t for the pained expression on his face you would believe that to be so.

“As you know I went to Siberia to meet with Rogers and Barnes. I wanted to wipe the slate clean between us. To bring both sides back together again. We need to be united if we have any chance of protecting Earth.” Sighing, Tony shakes his head as if to redirect himself. “During the conversation a video began playing.”

“A video?” You question with a small frown furrowing your brow.

“Yes,” Tony murmurs. “A video that was created on December 16, 1991.”

All color drained from your face at the revelation. An almost static buzzing taking over your surroundings as you tried to comprehend what Tony told you. Your eyes watering at the knowledge of what must have been on that video. You didn’t have to hear the rest to know that much. Didn’t have to look farther than Tony’s haunted expression. Or the simple fact of the date you hated more than anything becoming a reality once more. Yet another nightmare working its way into your reality. You just foolishly believed you had finally gotten past this one already.

Closing your eyes, you try to stem the oncoming flow of tears. Your voice coming out strained because of your efforts. “Did he know?”

There was another moment of silence.

“Yes.”

This time you knew your heart had broken-- possibly is much easier to handle than actually. You didn’t want to believe that Steve had kept something from you for so long. Something that he had no right keeping from either you or Tony. Even if it was to protect his friend. You had the right to know what happened to your parents.

At the soft touch to your cheek, you open your eyes to meet Tony’s pained gaze. You knew that Tony had never been close to your father, you hadn’t either, but you knew that Tony never wanted anything bad to happen to him. Much less have anything happen to your mother. Knowing that an accident hadn’t been the cause. Knowing that someone you trusted abetted their murderer. Someone you knew had been connected with each one of Tony’s old teammates in one way or another.

It was a thought that caused your heart to break even more.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” you beg with tears streaming down your cheeks. By the look in Tony’s eyes you knew he understood what you were asking. What you were begging him to not be true. “Please tell me that she didn’t know.” You lower your head as a sob erupts from your mouth. “Please tell me that I didn’t just lose her too.”

Tony wrapping his arms around you was all the answer you needed. Keens falling from your lips as your new reality finally sunk in. Clinging to your brother in the dark with sobs punctuating the silence. Filling the usually joyous space with pain and grief. The darkness finally took over the light.

With your heart irreparably shattered.

And your hope forever crushed.

You had lost track of how long you had stayed in Tony’s arms. Your tears coming and going like tidal waves. The arrival of Pepper hadn’t surprised you in the slightest. You knew that your brother and her had a lot to work through, but you no one could deny the love they held for one another. Nor could you refute the loyalty that Pepper showed to the Stark family. So you weren’t surprised when Tony’s well muscled arms were replaced by slim ones. When his masculine scent was replaced by soothing floral.

You had simply burrowed further into Pepper’s arms and allowed yourself to grieve. Allowed the pain to flow from you like a constant stream. A never ending river that you didn’t know if you could save yourself from drowning in.

However, the refuge you found within Pepper’s embrace was short lived. You knew that you were being selfish by keeping her all to yourself. That you were ignoring Tony’s pain for the sake of your own. A thought that causes your stomach to turn even more. You knew that you had to be by yourself, at least for a little while, so Tony could have his own haven. So Tony could begin to grieve too.

With great effort you had pulled yourself from Pepper’s warmth and gestured towards the silent figure of your brother. You didn’t have to speak to get the message across of where you wanted Pepper to be. You simply stood, fighting back the need to collapse, and began making your way towards the elevator. You knew that the type of comfort Pepper would provide Tony would be quite different from the type she gave you.

Even as you stepped into the elevator and the doors began closing, you could hear the soft murmurs of their voices. The loving lilt you could discern even from the distance you were at. It filled you with a numbing sense of warmth. You had never been more happy for someone being in your life than at that moment. You didn’t want to imagine what would have happened to Tony if he didn’t have Pepper.

Just like you didn’t want to imagine your life without Natasha.

Even though you knew you had to.

It is the reality that you were living in. A nightmare that had finally caught up with you after so long.

As real as the pain in your chest.

As real as the pounding of your skull.

And as real as the glass of whiskey you were going to have to numb it all.

Present….

At the memories, you bury your head into your hands. Trying to stop your heart from breaking even more. There was only so much you could take before you finally lost it. Stifling a groan, you settle back onto the couch and stare at the half empty whiskey decanter situated on the glass table. Wondering if your head, and throat, could take any more of the punishment the amber liquid provided. Your fingers twitching at your sides to pour yourself another glass but you refrained.

You were not about to drown all of your problems with alcohol-- even if you wanted nothing more than to do so.

Letting loose a low groan, you flop your head back against the couch. Your eyes screwing shut as you tried to ignore the growing feeling of numbness that was settling over you. A numbness that was tinged with fire. A feeling that you were beyond scared to feel once more. You hadn’t felt this type of emotion since you had first heard that your parents were dead. Hadn’t felt this growing feeling of anger being off-set by the hollowness of grief in such a long time. You had no idea what to do.

All you did know was that you wanted it to stop.

You wanted it all to stop-- at least for a moment.

Of course, you wouldn’t be a Stark if anything ever went your way. The sound of approaching footsteps rectified that fact. You automatically recognized the graceful gait. A gait that you would only hear if its owner wished you to.

You didn’t know how you felt about that.

Without opening your eyes, you speak. “What do you want Natasha?”

At your words the footsteps disappear, but you knew that she hadn’t stopped moving. Not when you felt a familiar presence settle itself in front of you. Her warmth radiating off of her like a furnace. Something that you would normally relish in. Now it only made you want to get away as fast as you were able.

“Can you open your eyes and look at me, Y/N?”

You almost refused to acknowledge her soft request. Almost turned away from her completely but you couldn’t. Not when she still controlled your heart the way she did. So, with a soft sigh, you open your eyes and are surprised by what you see. Natasha’s green eyes staring at you with tears shimmering within their depths. Her normally luminescent skin a chalky white that caused the dark circles under her eyes to stand out. Her red hair is thrown into a messy bun on the top of her head. It was a sight that caused your heart to lurch-- even if you cursed yourself because of it. Natasha looked tortured. The pain written across her face, her completely open face, a clear indicator.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you try to figure out what to do. You knew that Natasha still held the reins to your heart. That she more than likely always would. But this betrayal, this deceit, wasn’t something you could just look over. Not like you had done with the whole Natalie Rushman debacle. There were only so many lies you could bear before everything came tumbling down.

“Why are you here?” You finally settle on after another beat of silence. Your question rings out across the expanse of space between you. Your gaze never wavering from her emerald green.

Natasha frowns. “Why do you think I’m here? I’m here to make things right between us.”

You scoff, feeling your anger begin to scorch through your body. “Make things right? Make things right?” You stand as the last part of your statement turns shrill. Your eyes blazing with indignation as you stared down at her. “How the hell do you think you can make things right? After what you did? After what you kept from me?”

Following your lead, Natasha stands and tries to move towards you. An action that you quickly move away from as you move back over towards the piano. At your clear dismissal, Natasha wrings her hands together. An almost panicked look beginning to work its way across her face. “I know, Y/N, I know what I did was wrong, I do, but I thought what I was doing was right. I thought I was protecting my family,” Natasha pleads. “I didn’t think it would escalate like this.”

A sardonic laugh falls from your lips. “Didn’t think?” You shake your head, another laugh erupting from your mouth. “You didn’t think that it would escalate like it has? How else would it have fucking happened? You thought that everything would be all hunky-dory after what you did? Really? You know better than that Natasha. I know you do.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Natasha cries. “I know that I fucked up but I didn’t think Steve would react like this. I didn’t think so many people would have gotten hurt in the process. If I had known I would have never let them go.”

Silence.

Complete and total silence falls over the room at her admission. The same buzzing feeling making its way through your ears as you stare at her. Your brain working overtime to comprehend what Natasha had just admitted to you.

Taking a step back, you stare at her with an appalled expression. “What?”

Natasha, seemingly not understanding your confusion, takes a small step towards you. A frown marring her beautiful face. “I didn’t think letting them go would result in all of this.” She runs a hand through her hair-- destroying the bun she had kept it in. “I didn’t think it would destroy you like this. That it would hurt you the way it has. I’m so sorry, lyubov moya.”

“You let them go?” You ask, needing confirmation. Needing to hear her say it again. “You let them go?”

Lowering her head, Natasha seems to wilt. As if she was finally just realizing that she had said the wrong thing. That the true cause of your misery, at your anger towards her, was still an enigma. “Yes,” she whispers. “I let them go.”

Shaking your head, you take another step away from her, your eyes watering once more at the truth that was so obvious for so long. That you had been blinded from for too long. “I’ve never really known you have I?”

Her head snaps up to stare at you at the question. A horrified expression crossing her face as she finally realized how much damage had been inflicted. Emerald green eyes shining with even more suppressed tears as she begged you to understand. “Of course you know me, Y/N. You’re the only one that has ever truly known me. I’ve given my everything to you. Please tell me how I can fix this. Tell me how I can repair us.”

“There’s no fixing this, Natasha. Rhodey is crippled because of your decision to let the rogues go. Tony’s best friend is crippled because of you. He trusted you, believed in you, and you did this? I know that they’re your family, Natasha, I do. But they were ours too. Did you really think that Tony would let them be second-rate citizens forever? Did you really think that we wouldn’t do everything in our power to protect them?” A self deprecating smile flashes across your face. You already knew that answer to all of them. “Of course you didn’t. You didn’t believe that the egomaniacal Starks could save the day. That we wouldn’t just wait for the easy way out and be done with it.”

“No, lyubov moya,” Natasha denies immediately. “I would never think such things about you or Tony. Not anymore. Not since I’ve been able to see what lies beneath the masks. I could understand Steve’s plight. I knew that no matter what you or Tony did it wouldn’t be enough to save them. That Ross and the others would do everything in their power to muzzle us. That’s why I let them go. I couldn’t imagine someone being on the same leash I had been on.”

“Is that why you kept the true cause of my parents death from me? To save them?”

A shocked look passes over Natasha’s face at your question-- a small flinch appearing at the ire strewn within each syllable.

“Steve didn’t tell you?”

A bark of laughter erupts from your mouth. “Of course, your precious Steve didn’t tell me. Why the fuck would Rogers tell me anything that didn’t pertain to him being the golden boy? He’s Captain America. We wouldn't want him to lose that spotless repertoire.” You take a small step towards her. Your eyes turn acidic as your voice lowered into a snarl. “But it doesn’t matter that he didn’t tell me. You should have been the one to do so. You. The same woman that has shared my bed for years. The same woman that has made me look like a fool for years because I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.”

“And what’s that, Y/N? What has been right in front of you this whole time?”

“That I don’t know who you are anymore, Natasha.” You stifle the urge to sob at the look that passes over her face at the admission. “That you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

As if you had physically struck her, Natasha stumbled back. Her face, if possible, turning even paler than you had ever seen it. “What have they been telling you?”

Turning your head, your eyes find the decanter filled with amber. Wishing that you had a glass in your hand. Wanting nothing more than to stop this conversation in its tracks. To simply open your arms and accept Natasha back. To let your heart open up once more to her. There was nothing more that you wanted-- even if you knew it could never be a possibility.

“You may have left the Red Room behind, Natasha.” You begin with a small, dejected, sigh falling from your lips. Your gaze meeting hers once more. “But the Red Room has never left you. Nor will it ever leave you. I know that you’re more than the red in your ledger. I believe that more strongly than you could ever possibly know. No matter how much I wish otherwise, however, you will always be a spy. That’s how you were trained to be. That’s how you were raised and nothing can ever negate that. I’m not saying you’re a double agent, Natasha, I’m not. I just don’t think you’ve ever truly been on our side. I think that the bond you have with Steve, with the others, will always be stronger than the bond you have with us. They’re soldiers, survivors, heroes.” A small smile quirks your lips. “Hell some of them are even spies too. While I’m just an heiress with a lot of daddy issues. With an older brother that sometimes goes over the top. I don’t blame you for choosing them. I don’t blame you for staying true to who you are. I just don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

“Y/N/N,” Natasha pleads. Emerald eyes desperate as she took a small step towards you. Her entire being wilting as you took a step back. A normally impassive face losing its internal battle as tears started to flow down her face. A small sob falling from her lips as she realized that she had lost you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

At the sight of her tears, you finally lose your own internal struggle. Moving towards her and taking her into your arms. Trying to ignore how right it felt to have her there. Trying to ignore the feeling of her tears hitting your skin. Of her heavy breathing as she tried to control herself. The almost desperate way she was clinging onto you. For she knew the moment she let go you would be gone.

Lowering your head, you press a small kiss to the top of her head. Your arms tightening around her as you said a silent goodbye.

“I’m sorry too, Natasha. I’m sorry it’s turned out like this.” Pulling back, you cup her face in your hands. Fighting back even more tears as she nuzzled into the embrace. Emerald green shimmering with her pain. You offer a watery smile towards her. “I’ll give you a head start.”

Another sob escapes her lips. “I would go to jail for the rest of my life if it still meant I had you.”

“I don’t think I would ever be able to live with myself if you went to jail because of me, Natasha.”

“And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live with myself knowing that I’m the reason I lost the love of my life.”

Not knowing what else to do, you pull Natasha back into your arms. Memorizing the feel of her body pressing into yours. Her scent wafting through your nose-- the feeling of home coming with it. The strength she exuded even when she was nuzzled into your neck. Her arms never wavering from your waist as she returned your embrace. Knowing that this was possibly the last time you would ever get to hold her filled you to the brim with anguish.

After another moment passes, you finally step back from Natasha. Gently pulling her arms from around you as she tried to hold on. Your eyes meeting her agonized emerald.

“I love you, Y/N,” she murmurs.

“I love you too, Nat,” you murmur back. “I think I always will.”

Glancing towards the clock situated on the wall, you finally notice the time. Without turning back to her, you speak. “It’s around the time that Tony will be getting up, Natasha. I think you should leave now while you still have the chance.”

There was a beat of silence. Where, for a moment, you thought that Natasha wouldn’t leave. That she was going to stay resolutely in front of you. Her warmth caressing your body like a blanket.

That moment didn’t last long. As the warmth slipped from you like water through your fingers. Your eyes closing at the painful feeling the chill caused. The loneliness that was pressing down onto you. Something that only doubled when you heard the faint ding of the elevator.

The only proof of her presence being the faint scent of her and the pain in your chest.

Opening your eyes, you level your gaze back towards the decanter.

One more drink wouldn’t hurt.

Not if it meant you could suppress everything that has happened.

If it meant you wouldn’t see her face every time you closed your eyes.

Anything would be better than the pain.

Even if you had to be numb to achieve it.

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XY’s Muse

Based on this prompt

It was raining and it was just the perfect atmosphere for me to write in. I hope you guys like this chapter. And like I have previously stated in the previous chapters, any criticism will be welcome.

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Chapter 3

Marinette was sitting on a bench waiting for XY to arrive. She was nervous. Their conversation last night would not leave her head.

Marinette felt her cheeks heat up.

He called me princess.

When Chat Noir called her that she just felt annoyed. But with XY, it only made her heart beat faster.

"Marinette!" she heard a familiar voice yell. Marinette turned around and noticed XY running up to her. When he finally reached her, he was out of breath. "I've been looking all over for you." He managed to say between gasps.

Marinette looked at him up and down with a bit of disgust. "What kind of disguise is this!" she yelled at him.

XY was wearing a sage-green crewneck that says 'NIKE' in the middle with baggy jeans and black converse. His outfit wasn't the worst. In fact, Marinette liked it. But what she didn't like were the accessories she chose. He was wearing an obnoxious cowboy hat with huge sunglasses that almost covered the upper part of his face. To make it worse, XY was also wearing an obnoxiously fake mustache.

XY winced at her reaction and meekly said, "A disguise?"

Marinette let out a huff. "I can not believe I am being seen next to you right now. The fashion gods must've cursed me or something."

XY let out a laugh and Marinette had a feeling that he was rolling his eyes at her. Of course, she couldn't be sure because of those hideous sunglasses. XY tugged her arm, "Come on." he smirked. "The faster we get to your house, the faster you won't be seen with a so-called fashion disaster like me."

Marinette scrunched her nose and started walking towards the bakery. "Hurry up." She exclaimed, letting out a small laugh. "I already know that you can't come up with a subtle disguise, but I hope that you aren't slow as well."

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XY was out of breath, yet again, when they arrived at the front door of the bakery. "You're fast." He let out a breath. “That wasn’t fair. I literally ran to the park so I could hang out with you, then you make me run even more.”

Marinette pulled the door open and winked at him. "I know." She gave her parents a quick hug and turned back to XY. "Do you want anything?"

XY looked at the baked goods and scrunched his eyebrows. "Can I have a croissant and a strawberry macaroon, please?"

He was about to reach for his wallet when Marinette quickly stopped him. "It's on the house." She said reassuringly. XY opened his mouth to protest and Marinette narrowed her eyes and gave him the items he wanted. "It's on the house," she repeated, this time glaring at him..

XY looked at Mrs. Dupain-Cheng for help but she only gave him a smile. "Don't argue with her, dear. She does this for all her friends. She won't take no for an answer."

"My mom's right." Marinette agreed. "Now come on” Marinette tugged his sleeve. “We have plans to make."

Before he could reply, Marinette led him upstairs to her bedroom.

"Woah," XY exclaimed in surprise.

Whatever he was expecting Marinette’s room to look like, it was not this.

"Why are you so sho-" Marinette stopped talking right when she turned so she could face her room and her face went bright red. She let out a scream of embarrassment. "I swear I thought I put all of this away! I can't believe I forg- UGH!" she let out a huff of frustration. "You think I'm creepy now, don't you." she said, her eyes on the ground.

XY gave her room another quick glance before facing her. She had Adrien Agreste's face everywhere. There were posters with Adrien's face all over her wall. The wallpaper on her desktop was Adrien. Her room was basically an Adrien Agreste shrine.

Yet, XY had seen worse. Seeing her room, it was obvious that she has a crush on Adrien Agreste. He held in a scoff. Of course, she does. He thought. Why would she ever like me anyways. I’m a nobody when compared to the so-called sunshine boy of Paris.

XY could feel Marinette's eyes staring at him. He's been silent for a while.

Marinette probably assumed that he hated her and thought she was a creep. "Nope," XY said, a bit louder than necessary. He winced before he added, "I don't think you're a creep." his voice a bit softer this time.

"Yes, you do," Marinette stated, her hands hiding her face. "You took way too long to respond."

"I was taking in the scenery."

"What scenery?" Marinette asked. Though, XY could hear a teasing tone behind it. "My embarrassed face or my even more embarrassing room." Marinette plopped down on her bed. "I thought I took down all the posters and got rid of his face on my desktop." She faced him and smiled sheepishly, "I guess I was so excited to meet up with you that I forgot to take all this-" she gestured around her room "off."

"If it helps," XY tried to say. "This really isn't that bad." When Marinette stared at him as if he grew a tail, he added. "Trust me, I've seen way worse."

And just like that, the tense and awkward atmosphere was gone.

It was silent for a few seconds when Marinette spoke. "Me and my friend Alya” Marinette wouldn’t meet his eyes again. “We were supposed to take down all my posters and burn them." It was XY's turn to stare at Marinette as she was the one who grew a tail, but Marinette didn’t notice it or she just ignored him. "I'm over him. I actually can't believe I ever liked him in the first place."

"What changed?"

Marinette waved the question off. "I'll tell you later. Now, let's start planning the photo shoot."

XY stared at her for a few seconds, trying to see if she was telling the truth or not. "Okay.” He surrendered. “But you're telling me everything later."

"Maybe Marinette teased. "Now come on XY-"

"Xavier." he interrupted. Marinette scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Call me Xavier."

"Oh." Marinette looked at him with a cute smile on her face. "Well come on Xavier," she said his name in a teasing tone. "Let's get planning."

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Planning her 'I'm back cause I didn't realize that I somehow have over 200,000 followers on insta' photoshoot took a lot faster than Marinette thought it would.

XY, no, Xavier was a natural at it. She guessed it was because he was used to this kind of thing.

Marinette looked at her pink notebook. It was where she wrote down all the plans they made and the suggestions he gave her. "Thank you so much for helping me!" she exclaimed in excitement. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Xavier took a bite out of his macaroon, "You're welcome. It wasn't that hard anyways, so it's all good."

Marinette studied him. Technically, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, but same thing.

He took off that horrible disguise of his so she could actually see his face.

Like Marinette said before, Xavier was hot. He had a sharp jawline, which brought out his ocean blue eyes and his golden blonde hair was shining in the sun.

If Xavier ever asked Marinette who she believed his godly parent was, she would definitely say Apollo. Apollo was often described by Percy as hot. Someone with blonde hair and blue eyes. It also helps that Xavier was a musician.

Marinette let out a dreamy sigh before quickly widening her eyes. She tried to make it look like she wasn't staring at him but it was too late.

Xavier caught her. He gave her a smirk that practically made Marinette melt and raised an eyebrow. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Marinette wanted to take him up on that offer. Instead, she forced out a laugh and threw a pillow at him. "Wow. How original."

Xavier rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

Could this guy get any hotter?

"So." Xavier said.

"So?" Marinette replied with confusion.

"What's up with you burning down all the pictures of-" he gestured at her posters.

"Oh," Marinette couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes. "That."

"Are you alright?" His voice was soft.

Marinette looked at him in surprise.

Should she lie?

Marinette couldn’t bring himself to lie to him. He asked her that question with such sincerity. As if he actually wanted to know if she was okay

Instead, Marinette scoffs. "Did you know that you’re the second person who ever asked me that question?"

He didn’t reply.

Stupid. Marinette scolded herself. Why did she say that to him? Now he was going to hate her and think she’s just looking for attention.

Marinette stiffened. Xavier’s arms were around her.

He was giving her a hug.

Usually, Marinette would be freaking out about someone like him hugging her.

But right now, all she could do was hug him tighter and finally let go of all the tears that she's been holding in.

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Also, how do you guys want me to address XY? Do you want me to keep addressing him as XY or Xavier outside of Marinette's dialogue? I tried to address him with his actual name, Xavier, in this chapter. But I don't really know if I like it or not, so please give me your feedback on that.

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KINGSMAN: THE GOLDEN CIRCLE PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2017 film

now go off and save the world.

this is not the end.

i made you these.

you have thirty seconds before they reach your position.

it's all right. don't panic.

that's all i'm gonna tell you, because that's all you need to know.

give me the code!

you've got three seconds to tell the truth.

why are you still wearing that?

i could say the same thing about you!

how the fuck is screwing someone gonna save the world?

how important is that dinner?

you've got to be fucking kidding.

i need you.

how do you do? have we met before?

would you like to hold him?

then you're no use to me.

you are the person i wanna spend the rest of my life with.

i hate to seem rude, but i need to finish packing and get some sleep.

i was looking forward to finishing him off.

i think there must be some mistake.

i hope you're hungry.

i'm gonna get the blame now.

when i was shot, can you guess what the last thing was that flashed through my mind?

it's a bit complicated, but trust me, i would not be doing it if i didn't have to.

if you really love me, just one little kiss.

been waiting all night for you to at least kiss me.

i just thought maybe we could practice? for tonight.

let me teach you a lesson.

why are you telling me about your shoes?

come snuggle with me. i like you.

are you quite mad?

i want to be with you.

don't move. you move, we die.

you're so smart. you should work for me.

you really expect me to take that seriously?

police are right behind you.

loosen up. we saved the world.

it is quite the opposite.

you're really not as i expected.

i'm sure you can last longer than that.

are we going to stand around here all day?

don't mention it.

this is very delicious.

i don't think i can.

yes, how could i forget?

what the hell happened?

what's your name?

what? what's the problem?

that's the first decent shit i've had in three weeks.

or we could just... fuck.

i know you didn't mean to make me feel like a dumbass.

shut up and sit down.

i beg your pardon!

i had a girlfriend.

i'll let you make it up to me by letting me buy you a drink.

you're late.

it's beautiful, isn't it?

take a look in the glove box.

shoot you? well, i will shoot you.

just know that having something to lose is what makes life worth living.

go away, old man.

well, actually, we had an invitation.

i do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself.

we're under attack.

i had no ties. no bittersweet memories.

get down on your knees and tell me who you really work for.

what do you see?

just thought i'd bring you a little leaving present.

this is where we split up.

you were really gonna do it?

wow. this is amazing.

is this a rescue attempt?

i don't like easy. i like proof.

you signal when we're in position.

you all right? what was that phone call you got?

how do i look?

who the fuck are you?

thought everything was supposed to be bigger in america.

it's been an honor.

never experienced companionship, never been in love.

let me translate that for you.

if you save the world, you know what that means.

it seemed silly not to take advantage of the confusion.

how about a martini for old time's sake?

you mind if i share your cab?

what the fuck have you done?

do as you're told.

get out of my room! get out!

it's a lasso.

it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.

what's wrong with me?

is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town?

isn't that supposed to be saturday?

you're lying. look at your hands.

that is true love right there.

i owe you everything.

there's no time for emotion.

you ready?

i have an antidote.

what have you done to me, you fucking bitch?

are you sure i don't look like a dick?

it'll take time to get your coordination back.

it's proof that my plan is going to work.

i thought you fixed me.

remember your training or we all die.

look in the mirror.

there's got to be another way.

suck my southern dick, bitch.

you'll be back to normal soon.

don't worry, i can fix it.

not a doubt in my mind.

our journey began with a mistake i made.

here's a couple of welcome back gifts.

i don't think that'll be necessary.

it doesn't have to be this way.

well, what are you ladies waiting for?

do you know what that means?

you two need to get going.

you're right. mission comes first.

i'm gonna go get changed.

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mfb-better-fury · 3 years

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Episode 4

Night

Atop a mountain shrouded in mist, a young man meditates within a temple. In his mind, he sees flashes of light, hears battle cries, and feels uncertainty. Of these lights, four shine brighter than the others, while one pulses with darkness instead. He muses to himself that four warriors have already awoken, but that the great evil has already obtained their own star fragment.

He turns his focus toward one of the unawakened lights. It is the dimmest of them all, telling him the warrior connected to it is not only unaware of their power but has no one to guide them to it.

Opening his eyes, he briefly glances across the room at a small box sitting on a shelf. Quietly he says to himself: “It seems you were right after all. If you had only waited a short while longer…”

His hand closes tighter around the cracked, jade-carved item in his lap. It pulses, then gains a steady glow. Closing his eyes, he thinks: “For the sake of this world...to prevent any more losses...I will do whatever I can.”

Day

In Madoka’s kitchen, Gingka and Ryo are watching her whirl about in a frenzy as she cooks. Gingka asks Benkei how long she’s been like this, and Benkei has to check the clock before saying it’s been a while. He’s pretty sure she’s overreacting about the person they’ll be meeting. Ryo questions who this person is, but when Benkei tries to answer he’s interrupted by Kenta’s arrival. He greets them, then realizes Madoka hasn’t registered him at all. The others can only shrug.

Ryo excuses himself as he gets a phone call, leaving the gang to themselves. They watch Madoka in awe for a moment before Gingka notes he’s never seen her like this before. It’s almost like she’s panicking. Benkei admits that might be it – he’s not entirely sure what’s going on, but he knows she seems very protective of ‘him’.

Ryo returns shortly to say that Hikaru’s uncle is bringing her, and asks Benkei if he knows if Kyoya might show up. Benkei as always is certain Kyoya will come through, though his usual cheery mood is somewhat lessened as he thinks back to the dark power spike.

By the time Hikaru arrives, Madoka has set the table and the others are already eating. Madoka greets her a bit breathlessly before telling her to help herself. After returning Ryo’s suit jacket, Hikaru sits down and does so. They note she seems to be a bit more put together than she was the day before, and she gives an uncertain, “I guess so.”

Kyoya arrives before too long and wants to get to business right away, but Madoka tells him they can’t until one more person arrives. Once again, Gingka questions this, and Madoka explains that there’s someone who’s been studying the star fragment for years. He watched the new one arrive and came to find them. Kenta imagines he must be someone old and important, but Benkei assures him that whatever he’s picturing, it’s not accurate.

Though Kyoya doesn’t touch the food, he does ask Benkei about Bull’s state. Benkei assures him that he and Bull will be battling again in no time, so there’s no need to worry. Kyoya’s slight smile of relief goes unseen by most of them, but Benkei just beams brighter.

Outside, Yuki is being walked to the B-Pit by Ryutaro, Tobio, and a very bored Tetsuya. He thanks them again for both their escort and for allowing him to stay the night with them. Ryutaro assures him it’s no problem, though is concerned that he didn’t eat enough for breakfast. Yuki explains with some amusement that Madoka tends to stress cook and he’s certain about 3 breakfasts are waiting for him.

Tetsuya complains about being dragged along, but when Tobio points out this could be seen as his way of repaying Madoka for fixing Gasher, he reluctantly goes quiet. Yuki watches their dialogue but is unsure how to take it, simply deciding they are very interesting people.

As they reach the B-Pit, Yuki fishes out a key for the employee entrance and unlocks the door. He thanks them a third time before he’s pretty much shooed inside, after which Tobio wonders if Yuki knows how to not be polite. Ryutaro however finds it a refreshing change, but doesn’t go into detail when Tobio asks, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

As Yuki makes his way through the back of the store and towards the stairs, he runs a list through his head of everything he needs to say, ending with the most important thing: Keep hold of himself and just stay calm. Everything will be alright. He keeps repeating this to himself as he turns the corner to enter the kitchen, but it dies off as he sees Madoka and her friends. They don’t notice him right away until Kenta turns his head. He’s perplexed but points him out to Madoka.

Madoka rushes out of her seat to greet him, startling not just him but everyone. When she hugs him, Yuki finds himself finally relaxing again, and unfortunately can’t stop his tears. In concern Madoka asks if he’s alright, or if something happened to him during his trip. He tries to protest, but reaching up to wipe his eyes lets Madoka see his injury again. Now seeing it up close, she can tell it isn’t simply from falling like he’d claimed, and asks him what happened. Yuki argues it’s not important and tries to brush his emotions off as simply being overwhelmed by seeing her again. Though suspicious, Madoka lets it go for now.

The others are introduced to Yuki, with both Kyoya and Ryo giving him odd looks. Finding out that he is Madoka’s cousin is a surprise to them all. Benkei encourages him to eat before they get started, remembering how tired he had looked on their call the day before. Madoka gives him a grateful smile.

As Madoka starts cleaning up, Gingka tells Yuki about her flurry in the kitchen earlier, and Yuki admits he’d been expecting nothing less. Madoka comments he’s just lucky her dad is out of town – otherwise, there would’ve been twice as much food. Yuki agrees, saying that Uncle Akigo stress-cooks even more than she does.

Once all the food is put away, Kyoya asks if they can get started already. Yuki is startled by him speaking so suddenly but is cut off by Madoka telling Kyoya not to be so rude. She then explains that the whole thing is complicated, so they need a moment to figure out where to start. Ryo suggests they begin with how they know whatever it is they know in the first place. After the cousins exchange a look, Madoka nods for Yuki to start.

Yuki’s answer is a direct quote of the legends of Koma Village, startling them – “Long long ago, a star fell from the sky. Through the ages, the tops born from that star fragment changed shape and evolved into the beyblades of today.” Ryo and Gingka question how he knows this, and Yuki explains that he grew up hearing these stories from his grandfather ever since he was young. Ryo realizes this means Yuki’s grandfather would have come from Koma Village. He then ponders over Yuki’s name and wonders: “He couldn’t possibly be…”

Yuki continues, saying that his grandfather would often take the both of them to a hill to see the vast sky full of stars. He remembers the night they had been told another legend from Koma Village – “When a dazzling glow lights up the earth from the heavens, a new star fragment will arrive and awaken a great power.” His grandfather said that their ancestors believed that a new star fragment would appear in the far future. He believed that time may be closer than they think, and promised them that they would see the new star fragment if it was their destiny.

The others question Madoka as to why she had never mentioned any of this. She first corrects their assumptions, saying that Grandpa was Yuki’s maternal grandfather, and she’s not related to him. She then admits that with everything that had happened before Kenta told them Gingka was from Koma Village, she had been so caught up in keeping their beys ready to go and collecting data on them that these childhood memories had slipped her mind.

Yuki goes on to say that he became intensely interested in when exactly the new star fragment would arrive. Using various astronomical observations and research of ancient ruins, he created a timeline of the universe that would calculate the time of its arrival. Madoka briefly cuts in to complain she’s still annoyed he didn’t want her help. After sheepishly apologizing, Yuki goes on to say that his most important reference came from the ancient Mayans. Ryo explains that they were an ancient civilization that created a group of calendars based on the movement of the stars. Yuki adds to this explaining one of those calendars predicted the arrival of the new star fragment. It wasn’t just the Mayans however – he found legends like those of Koma Village in his research from many ancient civilizations. Yuki is certain the meteor from the night before last is the new star fragment, and the light from his grandfather’s legend has appeared. “When a dazzling glow lights up the heavens...” He believes this to be the explosion of Spiral Force released into space by Gingka. This startles Gingka, who seemingly didn’t think on it all that hard before now.

The new star fragment has arrived, Yuki and Madoka know this for a fact. However, depending on who obtains its power, it could be used for either good or evil. This prompts Ryo to quote: “Where there is light present, darkness can creep in. So a new light may very well become a tunnel of darkness.” He explains this is a continuation of Koma Village’s legends. Their ancestors left these words to foretell the possibility that with the new star fragment would come an evil presence wanting to use it.

Yuki agrees that his grandfather feared that more than anything – that rather than being the beginning of a new era of beyblade, it would be the sign of a new age of chaos. He had warned them that the star fragment must not fall into the hands of evil, and they must be sure to prevent that.

Yuki believes his grandfather had sensed an evil presence that would go after the star fragment. He then corrects himself saying the star fragment itself must have as well. This is why it split into multiple points of light to scatter across the world. One of these lights hit him, and at that moment he heard the star fragment’s voice. Though the others express confusion and surprise, Yuki is certain that’s what it felt like – the star fragment pushed images into his head as if trying to communicate with him. One of these images was that of the cloaked figure, from which Yuki had immediately sensed evil. The next was of the sun being overtaken by a black star which he identified as Nemesis. The star fragment also gave him the information of “blade warriors”, or “legendary bladers”. Yuki warns the others that there is a great evil that will harness the unknown power of the star fragment, using it to revive the black sun, Nemesis. This would turn the world to darkness.

Now turning to Hikaru and Kyoya, Yuki begs them to lend him their strength. Hikaru isn’t sure what to say and Kyoya simply doesn’t respond. Benkei thinks Yuki must have been dreaming it all.

Madoka understands it is hard to believe, but the Mayans themselves predicted the day of humanity’s destruction, and it is coming soon. Yuki confirms this, believing it is tied to Nemesis’ revival. This is why the star fragment split itself, to entrust the earth to its chosen bladers. These legendary bladers were given the star fragment’s power, with there being thirteen in total. He’s also certain the enemy is looking for the legendary bladers as well to gain their power. This can’t be allowed to happen.

Ryo has now put the pieces together – the combination of the star fragment’s power in Leone along with Kyoya’s burning spirit is what caused the bey to transform. Kenta agrees, suggesting that the fragment in Aquario must have reacted to Hikaru reawakening hers. Hikaru expresses uncertainty at this, but as she remembers her mother’s words the day before, bites it back and stays quiet.

Kenta and Benkei express their hopes to become legendary bladers as well. Yuki is uncertain but admits that it is a possibility. This only furthers their excitement.

Madoka now questions Yuki about his injury, asking outright if he truly just fell. Now confronted, Yuki confesses to being attacked while trying to reach them the day before, and that he was rescued by Tobio and then aided by Ryutaro. He believes that the one who attacked him must work for the enemy, meaning the great evil has already begun working toward Nemesis’ revival. Benkei expresses his surprise about former Dark Nebula bladers coming to his aid, but Gingka just sees it as proof that their bladers’ spirits are shining bright. Yuki agrees, saying that they were quite nice to him, though also says that Tetsuya just seemed to be getting dragged along against his will.

Gingka assures Yuki that they’re all on board, with Kenta and Benkei agreeing. Kyoya doesn’t seem enthused but isn’t arguing. Hikaru gives no answer, too busy staring at Aquario in her hand. Ryo officially declares the WBBA will aid in the search of the other eleven legendary bladers. Yuki expresses his gratitude to them all.

As Ryo gathers the kids to head to the WBBA to start their search, Kyoya watches Yuki, who is being told by Madoka to stay and rest first before he joins them. When Madoka turns away, Yuki happens to glance over and catches Kyoya’s gaze. Realizing who he is, Yuki pales a little. Before he can stammer out a word, however, Kyoya turns away and leaves, raising his hand in farewell. Yuki observes this for a moment before catching his breath; when Madoka addresses him, he jumps and apologizes for spacing out, then asks for her to reiterate what she’d said.

Ryo pauses as he and the kids leave the shop, causing Gingka to ask if something’s wrong. He assures his son he’s fine and says that he just needs to step back inside and confirm something with Yuki. He’ll meet them at the office.

Ryo finds Yuki setting his things down in the spare bedroom and asks if he could bother him for a moment. He wants confirmation that Yuki said his last name was “Mizusawa”, and Yuki gives it. Now smiling, Ryo asks if his grandfather’s name would happen to be Isao, and a now startled Yuki questions if Ryo knows him. Ryo recounts how Isao was like a mentor to him when he was their age, always keeping him out of the worst trouble. He asks how Isao is doing but is confused when Yuki seems to deflate.

Yuki admits that his grandfather left on a journey just under two years ago, and he lost contact with him shortly after. He has no idea where he is now. This concerns Ryo, but he tries to reassure Yuki that Isao is a tough man to beat. Yuki says that would only be true if he had Anubius. He takes the bey out, saying that it was his grandfather’s parting gift to him. He then wishes he could be half the blader his grandfather is, but his only battle so far has been while he was running for his life.

Ryo puts a hand on Yuki’s shoulder, saying he’s confident that Yuki’s skill will grow in time. He just needs to remember to have faith in Anubius, as well as himself. Yuki seems doubtful of this advice, so Ryo tells him something else: “It’s easy to watch a battle and cheer for someone, but it can be hard to be the blader in the fight. Even so, you won’t know if you’re ready until you get out there and try.”

Yuki is quieted by this, now teary-eyed. Ryo softly tells him that these were words he heard from not just Yuki’s grandmother, his namesake, but his mother as well. Yuki may doubt himself now, but the strength is inside him just waiting to come out. When Yuki begins to cry again, Ryo stands with him and promises that from this point on, they will walk this path together, not only to find the legendary bladers but to find Isao as well.

Outside on a roof across the street from the B-Pit, Johannes is sitting along with some cats and wonders what he should do next.

#Better Fury #Better Fury episode #BF Legendary Bladers #Madoka Amano #Gingka Hagane #Ryo Hagane #Benkei Hanawa #Kenta Yumiya #Hikaru Hasama #Kyoya Tategami #Yuki Mizusawa #Ryutaro Fukami #Tobio Oike #Captain Capri #Tetsuya Watarigani #Johannes

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Hiya! I absolutely love your writing! I was wondering if I could get something with 6. "I think I'm sick..." And 19. "I'm scared" from the autumn dialogue prompts with Din? You're awesome, I hope you have a great day/evening/night ily💕

Thank you so much, my love! I hope you enjoy 🥺

Mandalorian Masterlist

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"Din?" you called his name softly into the small space he called his bedroom, trying to make him out among the darkness. Nothing, not a sound or flicker of movement met your ears.

Strange.

You hadn't found him anywhere on the Crest, and you were positive he had come home last night. You'd heard him...and so had the baby. The same little one that was currently perched between your legs as he scanned the room as well. He made a small sound of disappointment as you bent down and picked him, holding him tightly in your arms.

"We'll find him, don't you worry my little love," you promised him as he seemed to relax a little bit. Pressing a kiss to his fuzzy little forehead, you decided to go outside and see if you could find him there. Maybe he was out working on something or...something.

You didn't want to admit that you were worried about your Mandalorian, but you were starting to. He was always methodical, catching and hauling back his quarries like clockwork. This was strange...unusual even.

You lowered the ramp to the Crest and walked out, keeping a sharp out for any enemies as you started to scout the small wooded area. The child was in a makeshift bag at your side, hidden by the cloak around your shoulders. You could never be too careful with after all.

Walking around, nothing seemed out of place - no disturbances in the brush or ground, and only the snapping of twigs and leaves under your feet met your ears.

"Something's not right," you whispered so quietly that your words were almost inaudible. You stopped for a moment and looked around before calling out his name out to him again, "Mando? Mando!"

Sighing softly, your reached down and gave the child's hand a small squeeze of reassurance.

Maybe you imagined him coming back...and he was stil gone. Surely that was it. Murmuring to yourself, you decided to head back to the Crest and wait for a while longer being jumping to any conclusions.

But then - a loud, tired groan met your ears. Even from the small sound you knew thet voice, you knew it well.

"Din?" you hissed under your breath as it came it again, and you followed the horrid sound, "Din - ahh!"

A sound of surprise left your lips as you tripped over something hard and metallic before tumbling to the soft forest floor. Luckily, you landed on your backside, not crushing the child, who ended up right next to you, chirping away.

Looking at the offending object, you realized it was Din, lying against the base of a tree, his chest rising and falling with shallow, rapid breaths.

"Din," you were quick to lunge over him to him, all the hairs on your arms standing up on end as you realized something was wrong, "D-Din, what happened?"

"I don't know...I think I'm sick," he admitted, his voice rough and hoarse, his throat no doubt scratchy. Without even thinking about it, your hands went to his helmet, where his cheeks would be as you turned his face to make sure he was watching you. The child toddled over, climbing up on one of Din's legs as he watched him curiously.

"I need you to tell me what happened," you said softly as you tried to remain calm, knowing that one if you was going to need to be. His head turned to the side as another groan left his lips.

"'m scared," he admitted, shocking you both. You'd never, ever heard him say those words before. In once in the several years since you'd been working with him, "hurts."

"Din," your eyes were starting to prickle with tears as you looked at your Mandalorian in pain, "please, you need to tell me what happened so I can help."

"Stopped for food," he started, seeming to struggle more and more with each word, "took it with me and started eating on the way back. Started feeling worse and worse."

"Who gave you the food?" your heart started to pound as you attempted not to panic. Poison - it had to be poison. But who would try and go after the Mandalorian? Then again, you supposed, who wouldn't?

"Dunno," he shrugged as your hands went to his shoulders to steady him, "busy tavern...someone behind the bar gave it to me."

"You silly, foolish man," you bemoaned him for being so reckless. He was normally so much more careful, so attentive to such things, "half of the galaxy is after you - us. You can't just trust things like that. I...I think you've been poisoned...I need to get you to a healer."

"No," he groaned as he held up a hand, "it hurts too much..."

"Din," you insisted firmly as you stood up and tried to reach for his hands, "I'm not leaving you here..o-r I'll get a healer and come back. I can try to be as fast as possible."

"Don't-"

"Din, I am not leaving," you said with a slight shake to your voice. You would never, ever walk away from him, especially when he was in pain. You could never - no, "I won't...I won't leave you to die."

"I'm not..."

"No," you said as firmly as possibly, watching as the child started to crawl further up his lap. You were about to continue on your tirade but stopped when you listened to the small sounds he made before reached down and putting his hand on the non-armored part of Din's stomach. You looked at him curiously as his little brow furrowed in concentration, "what's he doing?"

Din made a small sound of surprise as he intently looked at the small creature. It was silent for a few moments, but slowly his chest started to rise and fall in a more steady, and slow fashion. His breathing was no longer labored as he reached up and held the small child.

He opened his large, inky black eyes again, exhaustion evident on his face as he looked between the two of you. A small, satisfied little sound escaped him before he slumped over, almost instantly knocked out from the effort he had just exerted.

"I think...I think he...helped me," Din already sounded a hundred times better than he previously did.

A sound of relief came out of you as you sank down to your knees next to him, "Din...are you... how do you feel?"

"Better," he confessed, seeming just as surprised as you, "I don't know what he did...but I think he saved me..."

"Din," you whispered as you pressed your forehead against the beskar of his helmet, "I...just...please be careful. I don't...I don't know what I would do without you. You silly tin can."

"I promise," he said softly, his free hand finding the back of your neck as he held you against him, "I didn't mean to worry you. I don't what I would do without you either."

"Yeah?" you asked softly, eyes wide as you listened to his words. You hoped he was saying what you thought he was...

"Yeah," he promised gently, "yeah."

"Okay," you whispered, "come on, Din. Let's get you inside - warm and safe."

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the Mandalorian #the Mandalorian x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #star wars

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Wolves Are Coming For Me (Eric Northman/Reader)

Summary: “You had always preferred your solitude and a week away from the bullshit that had plagued your life lately seemed almost too good to be true. And that's exactly what it turned out to be.”

Word Count: 1.7k

Author’s Note: This is kind of sad, but I prompted this to myself off my Halloween Prompt List. So, I used ‘alone in a cabin in the woods and there are strange noises outside’ from the scenario list and ‘”don’t open the door”’ from the dialogue list. Part of my True Blood ‘verse in which reader is the middle Stackhouse child.

Masterlist / Until We Meet Again / This House Is Falling Apart

After Bon Temps was terrorized by a vampire-hating serial killer and a delusional maenad, you were more than ready to get away for a while.

You were still reeling from not only your grandmother's death, but Godric's as well. It felt like you were losing people left and right and even though your agent understood, you were still fast approaching a deadline with very little to show for it.

Jason had balked at the idea of you spending a week by yourself in a cabin in the woods, but Sookie had wished you luck. She knew just how hard you had taken Godric's death and after getting rid of the maenad, you were looking forward to trying to process at least a tiny bit of your grief during your self-appointed isolation.

The only people who knew about your plans were Jason, Sookie, Tara, and Sam. You had asked Tara and Sam to keep an eye on your brother and sister for you while you were gone. Both of them had a horrible penchant for landing themselves right into the middle of whatever shit was going on, whether in Bon Temps or in Dallas, so you had left Sam and Tara with explicit instructions to call you if they seemed like they were going to make another dumbass mistake that would prompt another supernatural problem.

Your agent had been nearly overjoyed that you were attempting to finish your book. She had practically offered to pay the rental fee for the cabin herself, but you had turned her down.

You felt an odd sense of excitement while you were buying enough supplies to last you a week. You had always preferred your solitude and a week away from the bullshit that had plagued your life lately seemed almost too good to be true.

And that's exactly what it turned out to be.

The first night in the cabin passed with hardly any disturbances. If you noticed an odd sound outside, then you were going to chalk it up to the wind. You could hear the howling echoes of it as you tried to force yourself to go to sleep. You shivered at the sound of it carrying through the house, prompting you to pull the comforter tighter around you as if fighting off a chill.

The next day, you thought a walk through the surrounding woods would be nice and peaceful. You were suffering from an annoying bout of writer's block and needed to get out of your own head for a while. Enjoying a bit of fresh air and sunlight filtered through the trees sounded like exactly what you needed.

You only made it a few steps into the woods before you noticed something smeared on one of the tree trunks. You frowned at it, a sinking feeling in your gut that told you instinctively what it was as you got closer to the tree.

It was blood.

And it looked fresh.

You stumbled back a few steps, quickly looking around when a creeping paranoia set in that had you convinced that you were no longer alone. When you didn't spot anyone, you backed up towards the cabin.

You couldn't help but hope that it didn't mean anything. Maybe a wounded deer had stumbled past the cabin last night and leaned against the tree.

Even as you thought it, you couldn't help but think it sounded like total bullshit.

You spent the rest of the day in the cabin, checking that all of the windows were locked as well as the doors. You never heard anything that would suggest you should pack up and leave, but you couldn't shake off the thought that you should go ahead and do it anyway.

That night, you heard more of the mournful howling of the wind and the rustle of the trees as they shook and swayed outside. You had trouble sleeping, so you were curled up in an armchair in the living room, the fireplace lending you a warmth that did nothing to fend off the chilling effects of the sounds outside.

You were just starting to doze off, your head cocked back at an awkward angle, when you heard the unmistakable sound of claws raking over the front door. You jumped, turning in the chair to watch the door. When no other sounds reached you, you started to slowly relax back into the chair. You were just beginning to think that you had completely made it up, an auditory hallucination that only happened because you were half-asleep, when you saw a shadow move past the window.

You held your breath, your fingers blindly seeking your phone where it was resting on your lap, as you carefully watched the window for another hint that someone was out on the porch. Your first instinct was to call Godric. He would have been the first to assure you that everything would be fine before either coming to your rescue or dispatching someone else to do it. Probably Isabel, you couldn't help but think.

But Godric was dead and no longer playing the role of your protector and friend. You weren't going to call Sookie or Jason or any other humans. You couldn't get them tangled up in whatever this was.

You weren't going to involve Sam and you sure as hell wouldn't call Bill Compton. Where Bill Compton went, Sookie followed. You also weren't entirely fond of the vampire, so you definitely didn't want to rely on him for help.

That really only left you with one option.

You chanced a glance at the phone Eric had gifted to you after yours was destroyed in Dallas. He had made sure to program his number into it, bestowing himself the honor of first place on your speed dial. He claimed it was in honor of Godric’s memory that he extended his protection to you as well, but you couldn’t help but hope that maybe Eric liked you more than he let on.

You weren't really sure what you had with Eric. You seemed to be stuck in the awkward and confusing dance of a potential relationship with him. Your relationship had only strengthened in Godric's absence, especially after you comforted him the morning Godric met the sun, but he had yet to make a move and you weren't sure if you were supposed to.

You chose his name from your list of contacts while you forced yourself to take a deep, shuddering breath.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite Stackhouse," Eric drawled when he answered.

You weren't even going to think too much about how just the sound of his voice was enough to make your fingers unclench from where they had been digging into the arm of the chair.

"Something's wrong," you told him, attempting to keep just how spooked you were out of your voice.

There was a brief silence before Eric spoke. "Where are you?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but you were cut off by the sound of a long, wavering howl.

"Where. Are. You?" Eric repeated, his tone suggesting that he had heard the howl and it wasn't anything as simple as the wind.

You managed to tell him where you were, your eyes tracking the movement of another shadow as it passed the front window.

“Don’t open the door for anyone but me,” Eric demanded, his tone brooking no argument.

"Hurry," you whispered before you ended the call. Your heart was racing so fast that for one dizzying moment, you felt like you might pass out.

You weren't sure why you were so terrified of some odd noises and unexplained shadows. You had faced vampires hellbent on killing you and a serial killer and a megalomaniac of a church leader and a maenad of all things. You had gone up against unimaginable horrors within the past year, so why did you feel like your heart was going to give out from the strain it was currently under as you listened to the creaking of the porch steps as they protested the weight of someone walking up them?

It was because you were alone. You had no one to protect and no one to protect you in that moment. If someone managed to force themselves into the cabin with you, then you could only rely on yourself to get through whatever hell waited for you on the other side of the door. If Eric came just a moment too late to find your body, torn open and bloody, then it would be because you hadn’t been able to save yourself.

And that in itself was terrifying.

You clutched your phone tight to your chest as you forced yourself to get out of the chair. You backed up a few steps from the door, prepared to run if the door was kicked in.

You heard the eerie sound of nails running over the front door again before a pained yelp rang out. There was a sharp thud as something was dropped on the porch before silence fell.

You were just about to bolt for the back door when someone rapped on the front door three times.

"It's me," you heard Eric call.

You hesitated for only a moment before you rushed to the door and unlocked it. You threw it open, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw Eric standing there. You had the inane urge to pull him into a hug, and your arms were already moving to embrace him, when you were brought short by the sight of the dead, naked guy just a couple of feet away.

"Who the fuck is that?" You couldn't help but ask as you took a startled step away from the body. "And why isn't he wearing anything?"

Eric sighed before he turned away from you. He crouched down to inspect the body, his touch careful as he rolled the guy over and studied him. You weren't sure what he was looking for, but after a few moments, he seemed to find it. You noticed his shoulders draw tight before he stood up again.

You could tell from the careful way he was trying to keep his expression blank that something was definitely wrong. It wasn't until he spoke that you began to realize just how fucked up the situation really was.

"What did Godric tell you about werewolves?"

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