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Your local barista / Part 9

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: a little smut at the end

"Good morning, Sunshine!" Larissa Weems opened the door to the Weathervane with a bright smile on her red lips. She wore a coat-like dress, her hand with red painted fingernails was holding a black purse, her hair was pinned up as usual and she had big black sunglasses on her nose. Even though it was still quite early in the morning, the sun was already out and flooding the entire town with warmth. "Good morning to you too, my Love!" You got around the bar and headed towards Larissa, who had placed her handbag on a chair. She took off her glasses when you came nearer and placed her hands on your waist. "It´s so good to see you!" Her voice was quite and low as she looked you up and down, causing you to shiver. You looked up to the goddess. "I missed you so much!" You looked at her lips, smiling. Right now you wanted nothing more than to finally feel the softness of those red and juicy lips. You wanted to taste her, to be as close as possible to your greatest desire and weakness. She bit on her lower lip just before she pressed her´s against your´s. You felt like flying as soon as you smelled her bloomy scent and tasted the strawberry balm on her mouth.

Ever since you had spend the night at Larissa´s apartment two weeks ago, you were pretty much insepreable. Due to your work schedules you only slept at each others houses on the weekends but Larissa came to the cafe extra early in the morning and you opened it an hour earlier than usual, just so you could have a reason to be together. On days you were missing each other the most you delivered her coffee to Nevermore, causing the two of you to run late to various appointments and workshifts but it was absolutley worth every second of it, especially because of little intimate sessions you shared. She made you feel happy and safe, as if you were walking on clouds. You couldn´t remember the last time you were in love with someone the way you were with Larissa. Of course you hadn´t told her yet. It was way too early to do so and never the right moment anyway. But you planned on confessing to her soon. You dreamed of a future together and couldn´t wait for it to finally happen.

When you stopped kissing she sat down on a chair, you brought her the usual morning coffee and got next to her. She drank it with a satisfied look on her face. "I have to be honest. The only reason I´m with you is your great coffee and the opportunity to get one every morning." She smiled at you. You let out a dramatic sigh. "I knew from the start you were just using me!" Then the two of you started to laugh. Larissa was so beautiful when doing so. She reached over to you and grabbed your hand. Her skin was so soft. You just stared at each other for some time before Larissa continued talking. "I was thinking. How about we take some time off? Just us. We could do a little trip on the weekend. I own a cabin near a lake only a one hour drive away from here. It could be our first holiday together!" "Wait, you own a cabin?" Larissa laughed at your stunned face. "Yes, I do. I bought it a few years ago and when I need some alone time I go there over the weekend. So, what do you think?" "That sounds great! I haven´t been on a holiday in ages!" "Alright. Then it´s settled. We wanted to spend this weekend together anyway. How about we head off right away?" You raised her hand to your mouth and kissed it. "Sounds perfect to me." Larissa looked at you happily. "Great. Let´s drive there on Friday after work. I´ll pick you up at your house." "Alright! I can´t wait to spend some time with you away from home." She leaned over to you and gave you a kiss. "Me neither, Darling."

The next few days were passing slowly. You got more and more excited to head off with Larissa. Time seemed to be standing still except when you spend time with her. Your best friend Isaac was almost as excited as you were, when you told him about the two of you being away for the weekend. "It´s the perfect opportunity to tell her about your feelings!" Isaac said on Thursday after your shift. He had picked you up and you went grocery shopping for the trip. "It´ll be so romantic. The two of you alone in a cabin. A beautiful blue lake outside the window. A hot fire burning in the fire place. You all cuddled up on the sofa." You had to laugh. "Oh, please. Sounds like you would really want to go instead of me. Also you just described the perfect Hollywood-cliche romance." "But maybe it is! I mean, look at you! You´re going out with the most gorgeous woman ever. You fell for her ages ago and when you finally got the courage to make the first move she even liked you back! You two get along so well. You have the same sense of humor, you really appreciate each other and you share some sort of tragic youth." You giggled at his last sentence. "Trust me. You two seem like a couple straight out of a movie." You grabbed a bag of crisps from a shelve. "Maybe you´re right. But still. We´re just people. I mean, we´re going on a holiday. Nothing special." Actually, it was something special to you. And Larissa really wasn´t just a normal person to go on a trip with. Your stomach was full of butterflies as soon as you even thought about leaving with her tomorrow. But of course you wouldn´t tell Isaac about that. He didn´t have to know how deep your feelings for Larissa actually were. "'Nothing special'. Just listen to yourself. Who would actually say that about their first trip with their partner? You´re so in love, it´s ridiculous." "Sh, Isaac. Would you shut up about it already? Besides we haven´t... we haven´t labelled us as anything yet." You blushed a little. "Are you joking? Are you telling me that you don´t know wether you are a couple just because you haven´t 'confirmed' it yet?" "Well, ugh, yes?" Isaac looked at you, shocked. "Unbelievable. Y/n you really are unbelievable." "What? What do you mean?" "Oh, just pull yourself together! You two are in love. You spend as much time together as possible. I saw the way she looked at you, the way she stroke your cheek. Everytime the door to the Weathervane opens you look disappointed when it is not her who is walking in. And now, after like what? Two weeks of dating she invited you to her private cabin? Just finally admit it. You´re a couple. You don´t necessarily need words for that. You just feel it." You thought about his words for a moment. "You´re a wise man, Isaac." He sighed and grabbed a Dr. Pepper. "I know."

On Friday you were barely able to focus on work. All you could think about was your weekend with Larissa. You couldn´t eat during the day because you were so nervous about being away with her. When your shift finally ended you rushed home and took a shower. You got ready and changed into a comfortable but classy outfit. You finished packing your bags and waited for Larissa to arrive. After a few minutes your phone started buzzing.

'I´m waiting downstairs for you, Love! XX'

You felt your stomach going crazy reading her message. You grabbed your stuff and rushed out of the door towards Larissa´s car. It was very different from the car she drove for Nevermore incidents. Her private car was a black sports car with tainted windows. It looked new and expensive. You put your bags into the trunk and opened the door to the passenger seat. You glided onto the clean beige leather seat. "Hello, Darling!" Larissa purred. She grabbed your chin and kissed you. You felt your entire body shiver. When she topped kissing you she stayed close to your face, staring at your lips. "Ready to set off?" she almost whispered. The only thing you could do was nod. She stroke your cheek, then leaned back into her seat. She started the engine and before you knew you were out of town and down the highway. "How was your day?" you asked her, still feeling a bit nervous about spending the days away with Larissa. How stupid, you thought to yourself. "Oh, it was just a normal school day, as always. But I have to admit I was quite excited the entire day. I´ve been really looking forward to our weekend. I could barely think of anything else the entire time." She gave you a bright smile and suddenly you were able to relax more. Larissa being excited as well made you feel less embarrassed. "Me too actually," you admitted. "My shift didn´t seem to end. It was horrible. I´m so glad I´m finally sitting in your car." Larissa moved a hand away from the steering weel and placed it on your thigh. "I feel the same way." She smiled while looking at the road. You felt your ears getting hot.

The entire drive you talked about funny and annoying work stories, laughed about the two of you being distracted because of each other at work and then listened to some music. As it turned out you both enjoyed a similar taste in music, which was a pretty good mix of everything. Florence +the Machine, Elton John, Beethoven, Miley Cyrus and Marina and The Diamonds were only a few examples. You enjoyed the ride so much that you were almost sad when you arrived at the cabin. The sun was going down behind the trees surrounding the building. It was made out of stone walls with wooden accents and had big clean windows. Only a few feet away was a big beautiful lake, in which the sun reflected in different shades of Red, Yellow and Orange. A stone path reached right from the three parking lots in front of the building up to the front door. "Wow," was the only thing you were able to say while you were staring at it. "How come your 'cabin' is ten times bigger than my flat?" "Because I worked hard and I am a few years ahead of you." Larissa gave you a kiss on the head and walked ahead of you, carrying both of your bags inside. When you walked into the house you started staring again. It smelled just like Larissa inside. Bloomy with a hint of Vanilla. Downstairs was a big living room with a huge fire place and a TV above. A big white rug was placed in front of it an a few feet away was a beige sofa. Many bookshelves were placed at the back of the room and through the window you could see the lake. Next to the living room was a big kitchen from which you could also see the lake. A bathroom and a small office were on the other side of the house. Upstairs were the master bedroom, with a view over the lake of course, two big bathrooms and two smaller guest rooms. "This place is insane!" you said coming downstairs. Larissa had started a fire in the fire place and handed you a glass with red wine. "I´m glad you like it. It is very important to me that my partner feels welcome and safe in my home." You had just started nipping on your wine but let it sink. "Your partner?" "Partner, girlfriend, whatever you wanna call it." Larissa shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of her wine. Then she realised your surprised face. "Are you ok, Love?" "You... we have never called each other... partners. Or anything like that." Larissa got worried and placed her glass on a small table in front of the sofa. "I´m sorry, did I got too far? I just thought that... you know, it would be the only appropriate thing to call ourselves but if you´re not ready to do so that´s fine but-" You rushed forward and hugged her tight. She placed her head on top of yours and pressed your body against her’s. Then you gave her a long kiss. She was so perfect. "I love it. I´m so glad you said it. Because I didn´t want to make you uncomfortable calling you my girlfriend. I was so unsure if you would like it." Larissa looked at you for a few seconds. Then she burst into the most beautiful laughter. You blushed a little. "Oh, shut up!" "No, no y/n. It´s just... we´ve been acting like a proper couple for the last to weeks, we know we like and care for each other. We fucked multiple times," you felt a shiver running down your spine "and you thought I wouldn´t want to be called your girlfriend? That´s so-" "Embarrassing?" "It´s cute!" She gave you a hug, then started kissing you. The kissing turned into a proper make-out session and before you knew you were laying on the rug in front of the fire place. "About us having sex multiple times..." you said with a dirty grin on your face. "Yeah?" Larissa´s eyes were dark, full of lust. "How about we do some more?" You felt your face getting hot. Your lips were wet from Larissa´s kisses and you had a few little bites down your neck. "Mh, that´s what you need right now?" Larissa´s voice was dark. She placed one hand on your inner thigh. "Oh, yes. Definetly." You grabbed one of her ass cheeks. Her entire body was slightly shaking. "Well, in that case..." She said, taking her shirt off, revealing your greatest desire. Her body.

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 1 year

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Damn my phone must be broke ,this is the 4 time I tried to send this to you but it keeps glitching 😭

Anyways, i hope you have a good day !

Last time you told me I was free to tell you about my thoughts of my favourite Character ,so here I am ,again. :D

You really inspired me so i got this Idea :D I hope you like it !I would love to hear you’re thoughts of it because I love to image things like that a lot and I thought about posting it ,but I am too scared 🥲bc I am obv not as good as you are but hey a master has never fallen from a sky (a German sentence pls don’t ask)

Image Rei Furuya with a Author s/o ,they love to listen to music and image things ,read books and fanfic a lot. They probably met at first when we maybe ,got out to get fresh air in our lungs and went to the dog park where we met Amuro with his cute dog.And he ask us if we were alright because we looked like we haven’t slept in days (-/////-)

Or we‘re a regular customer at the poirot.Always eating his great sandwiches and searching for inspiration for our new book ,where we saw him(obviously he is just perfect) We sit there silently admiring him while trying to look like we would work on our laptop . 😭❤️ I hope you like it ! Have a good night and stay hydrated <33

Noooo. Literally, just try writing if you want to. You´ll get better with practice, and maybe you´ll even be surprised at how good it turns out already! If you are too worried, you can start writing privately and when you find the confidence, you can start posting then. Whatever you feel comfortable with!!!

Also, yes!!! I´m a sucker for these tropes with an author!reader with a partner who is working really dangerous jobs and can thus give them tips.

Just like: "Hey Rei, how can I write a murder that is realistic?" or "Shuichi, how do I describe a typical mission for a sniper?" and they´ll be so happy to help. Though they will tell you to be careful when someone asks where you got that information from. Just say "lots of research" since he doesn´t need anyone figuring him out.

Also, I think Rei is really big into health (unless it´s about him. He´s shit at taking care of himself pls do it for him) so maybe he´s so used to seeing your cute face in the café, but you´ve been looking so tired lately. And when he sees you in the park, he gets worried and takes you to Poirot to make you your favourite drink, maybe with a shot of espresso (if you, like me, don´t like coffee, he´ll mix it well enough so you don´t taste it) to help you wake up. He makes you tell him what´s going on and then forces you to sleep more. Though he does offer to help you with some scenes that would require research since he has incredibly vast knowledge (and if he doesn´t know something he´ll stay up really late to find it out for you, though he won´t rly tell you that. Again, he´s into health unless it´s about his own well-being...)

#rei furuya #furuya x reader #akai and furuya #akai shuichi x reader #akai x reader #akai shuichi #furuya rei x reader #furuya rei #tooru amuro #amuro tooru x reader #amuro tooru #bourbon x reader #subaru okiya #subaru x reader #what-the-stories-have-foretold #el 🌺

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 2 years

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Love ur writing!! Do you have any recs? 💚

Okay, I have so many recommendations. I try to stick to my absolute favourites (even though I´ll probably miss half of them in this post).

I´ll stick to mostly fluff fics since I´m way too prude for smut and if I wanted my heart to be broken I could stay in the “real” world. Also, all of these will be Dracoxreader fics since I think that´s what most of you will be interested in (I also have some others though, mostly for TWD and Supernatural).

Anyway, here are my favourites:

you have a beautiful smile by @destourtereaux

This is simply cute. Got nothing else to say.

bewitched my mind by @enviedear

This might be the best fic I´ve ever read.

Butterflies and Paperhearts by @jeanthebeans-blog

It´s just so cute, even though I honestly think that Draco really doesn´t deserve the reader here (at least at first)

stormy nights by @kyhgwts

I´m usually not that much into the arranged marriage trope but this is really sweet.

You Think So? by @ladyvesuvia

It slightly reminds me of The sweetest dream, but then again it´s totally different and I have really enjoyed reading it, especially because I just love the dynamic between Draco and the reader.

Hopeful

My heart just can´t take this fic.

My girl

Protective Draco is elite

(the two above are by @littlemissnoname13)

Petty Rivals by @lupinsx

You can´t do anything wrong with a good rivals/someone-gets-injured-during-Quidditch fic.

Maybe he got a heart after all

It´s written from an outside perspective and I feel like that makes it so interesting

The wingman

Blaise is the best in here

(the two above are by @mellifluousart)

Love and Ridiculously Expensive Champagne by @omg-imatotalmess

It was one of the first fics I´ve read on here and I still come back to it

KISS CAM

The idea is just really good and the story turned out so well

THE CROWN PRINCE

This one somehow gives me the vibes from the Cinderella Movie with Camila Cabello (and I love it). Also, I´m usually not that much into AUs, but this one is just really good.

(the two above are by @prettygirlkay)

Tied in a situation by @riddlesna

The tension in this one is written so well and I´m definitely tied to this fic.

pretty by @vnderoos

A very cute friends to lovers

how many branches does an olive tree have? by @writesowhatnext

This is written sooo well!

veritaserum by @wondernimbus

This one is just hilarious in the most adorable way.

And some general amazing blogs, where I really can´t choose my favourite fic, since they are all so good: @dr4cosimp, @lazydreamer19, @slyth3rin-princess, @thehalfbloodedwitch, @writingwitch007

There are so many more, but these are the ones that came to my mind, so I hope I was able to help you out 💚

*Also I for some reason started wondering halfway through this post if by "recs" you actually meant recommending other FFs, so if that´s what you meant, here you go, if you didn´t, I´m sorry.

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firsttimewriter92 · 2 years

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Everything Black Pt. 4

This is a Post Azkaban Sirius Black x fem! reader (Muggle) fic I came up with. This is the first time I´m writing something like this and posting it, so let me know if you have any suggestions as to how I can improve my writing. I am not a native speaker so please keep that in mind :) Please, please don´t copy my work. If you want to repost, please do. I would love it if you tagged me, though :)

Warnings: IT´S HAPPENING! Kissing, making out, teasing, slightly suggestive, Angst, Scared Sirius, canon typical violance, drinking, still kind of fluffy

I´m not sure if I got the timeline for the Arthur scenario right. It´s been a while since I read the book. If it´s not right, I´m sorry.

Word count: 6.200

Summary: Talks about Christmas turn into Sirius showing you something delightful and also something you had not bargained for. A dramatic evening shows you a different side of the man you are falling in love with. Will your new found trust in each other fail?

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The next couple of days Sirius and you spent with playful flirting, slight touches here and there and long hours talking in the library. He showed you so many more things and you loved every minute of it. Remus and Tonks were regular guests and had dinner with you often. As it turns out, Remus was a pretty good cook. A fact that Tonks seemed to appreciate immensely. Seeing as she stared at Remus´ back as he prepared the ingrediencies with such hunger, you could almost feel it. Of course, this did not go by Sirius as well and he had the time of his life sending Remus knowing looks and winks at Tonks. Just grinning ear to ear seeing his best friend roll his eyes and trying to cover up his pink ears. Tonks on the other hand had seemingly given up on trying to outsmart Sirius and would only send him a pleading look and gesturing to Remus´ back with an exasperated grimace.

On one such night, you were comfortably seated on the big wooden table down in the kitchen. You were playing cards with Tonks, Remus was humming in front of the stove and Sirius was lounging in his seat, cigarette dangling from his fingers as soft old school rock music was coming from the old radio in the corner. It was warm, cosy. The kitchen started to smell like food and faint tobacco. “So, Christmas…”, you said with a sidewards look towards Sirius who gave you a slight grin. “Is it…going to be big?” You tried to sound casual but failed miserably. Sirius knew of your infatuation with Christmas. Your love for the food, the sweets, the smell, the lights. Everything. The moment you had told him that you hadn´t had a proper Christmas since you were about six years old (the last time your father tried to made an effort), the moment he saw the twinkle in your eyes dull just a little bit he swore to himself, he would make this Christmas about you. Well…not just you of course. There was Harry and the Weasley family…But if he could make sure that this year was special for you, he would pull out every spell in the book. Since without a doubt, this year would be his very special Christmas as well. He leaned forward onto his elbows stubbing out his cigarette. Grinning slyly, his stomach buzzed with happiness when he saw your slight blush. This seemed to happen more often lately and he absolutely lived for it. “Biggest you ever had, darling”, he drawled.

Only by the flush that came over your face, the slack jawed look that Tonks gave him and the slap to the back of his head from Remus made him realise…”Wait”, he said, eyes round and looking at you apologetically. “Wait, no. That´s not what I-“. “Save it, Pads. Good Godric, seriously. You really haven´t changed much when it comes to primitive flirting.” Remus was back at preparing dinner but you could see his shoulders shake with the effort not to laugh. “Primitive?” Sirius sputtered. “Now that was uncalled for, Remus. I´ll have you know, those primitive flirting techniques used to work exceptionally well when we were younger.” The childish pout on his lips was so endearing, you almost kissed it away. That is, if your body wasn´t still trying not to burst at the seams after his comment. No way to deny it now, your libido was on full force. Not just because of him, but exclusively for him.

“You mean when you were in school? As teenagers?” Tonks said mockingly. Sirius gave her a dirty look. “Of course teenage girls cannot keep their wits together when you come at them with those sleezy flirts and….that face.” She gestured to him with a mock disgusted look on her face.

“Now, hold on Tonks,” you said with a chuckle. “What do you mean by “that face”? I don´t know about you but that face doesn´t just work for teenagers”, with a small wink in Sirius´ direction you leaned back in your seat. Tonks actually looked put off now, shook her head and looked at him expectantly.

“As much as I am flattered right now, darling and believe me I am!”, he said with a dreamy look on his face. “I´d rather not have my cousin fancy my face.”

“Cousin?” You looked at Tonks who just shrugged. “Well, that explains why her taste in men’s faces is disturbed.” It kind of slipped. Sirius threw his head back and barked his beautiful laugh. Tonks was sulking in her seat as Remus turned around with a kind if sour look on his face. Hovering over the table was a delicious smelling and looking stew he prepared. You mouthed a Sorry towards him and ducked your head. His mouth twitched when he handed you your bowl and sat down across from Tonks.

“So,” you said with a teasing tone. “You were quite a ladies man then?” Sirius halted his spoon halfway to his mouth and suddenly seemed a bit squirmish. “I guess I might have been aware that my appearance was appreciated,” he said carefully with a nervous look over to Remus.

“Yeeaaahh,” Remus drawled almost bored. “You were aware, all right. A new bird on your arm almost every three weeks,” he pointed his own spoon at Sirius who almost looked mortified. His eyes flicked to you to see your reaction. You could feel that this topic made him feel uneasy. “Remus, that was a long time ago. And I´m sure the effect I used to have has long since vanished.” The grin that adorned Remus´ face fell for a second when he realised that his old friend was actually affected by this. Trying to save the situation he mumbled for everyone to hear, “I´m pretty sure ____ would say otherwise. Ow!” Tonks had kicked his shin under the table hard. Well, it wasn´t like you had been hiding your flirting for the last few days. So, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you muttered to the table “I do think you are very handsome.”

You took all your courage and lifted your head to look at Sirius. He was already looking at you. You couldn´t quite understand the surprised look on his face though. Did he really not know how handsome he was? How kind and funny. He composed himself quickly and tried to sound not too gravelly when he said with an incredibly dry mouth “Careful, beautiful. Before I make due on that promise of being your lapdog. Literally.” You laughed, relieved that the somewhat awkward stage of that conversation seemed to be over. The evening progressed as it usually did and soon you said good bye to Tonks in a hushed tone at the front door. You had no nerve for the yelling of Sirius´ mother that night.

Back down in the kitchen, Sirius with another cigarette in his hand and Remus were nursing some firewhisky. “Fancy a glass, love?”, Sirius asked with a smile and was about to stand when you held up your hand. “I got it”, you said as you made your way over to the cabinet. Getting on your tiptoes to get a glass you could hear a strange sound from behind you. When you turned around you could have sworn Sirius had been staring at your behind. Remus downed his whisky in one go stating loudly “All right, I´ll leave you to it. Night, Pads.” He clapped Sirius´ shoulder and came over to you. To your surprise he gave you a quick but firm hug. “You are good for him. Thank you”, he whispered quickly and vanished up the stairs. A bit taken aback but also flattered you joined Sirius at the table. He had lit a fire and several candles. In the flickering light of the fire, along with the sentiments shared earlier it was almost impossible not to gush over him some more.

“Tell me something”, you said when you sat down. He raised a single black eyebrow at you. Oh no…he had not done that before and holy smokes…your heart nearly stopped. “Anything”, he said. “All those…dog affiliations that you and Remus always banter with…what´s that about?” He grinned. “I´d rather show you”, he said while standing up and extending his hand. You took it. With his other hand he grabbed the bottle of whisky and your glasses and led you up the stairs to the library. Kicking the door closed behind you, he led you to sit on the sofa. The sofa on which you had almost kissed him just days before….concentrate. He poured you a glass and handed it to you. “Drink up”, he said with a grin. Curious as to what he was about to do or show you, you downed the drink in one go. “Good,” he smiled down at you. Why did that give you goosebumps all of a sudden?

He took three steps back and started to unbutton his black vest. Gods, help me. He looked like sin doing it. You could feel your breathing pick up and getting shallower. His hands so daftly opening one button at the time were your sole focus until, “Eyes up here, love. That´s not what I am trying to show you.” You could already hear the grin in his voice and sure enough, his eyes lit up the moment he saw your flushed expression. “You read some of the books I gave you, right?” he asked. You nodded. “All of them,” you said almost breathless. He smiled and threw the vest over a chair. Don´t do it, you thought. Don´t….he did. One forearm at the time he rolled up the sleeves of his dark blue shirt. Swallowing hard you gave him a look. “You are doing this on purpose aren´t you?” “What are you talking about?” he tried to sound innocent but failed miserably. You scoffed. “It´s more comfortable this way”, he said. Now you were completely lost. “In one of those books,” he continued. “Did you read anything about animagi?” Animagi? You thought for a minute. Wait…suddenly your heart was pounding for a whole different reason. “Are you…?Can you…?” you scooted to the edge of the sofa. He grinned and nodded. “And that means you turn into….?” Another nod from Sirius. Your hands went to your mouth. “Please,” you whispered. “Show me.” Your whispered please went straight up his spine and started buzzing in his brain. And the next second he wasn’t looking down at you anymore. His eyes were now level with yours seeing you were still sitting on the couch. Your eyes were so wide. He could see every beautiful shade. You crouched down to the floor the second he sat down.

You stared unabashedly at the enormous black, shaggy dog that only moments before was the man you were currently falling head over heels for. One moment he was this suave, longhaired, gorgeous gentleman and now…a huge black dog, looking at you with the same mesmerising silver eyes you came to adore so much. Tentatively you lowered yourself to the ground. Sirius sat down on his behind and lowered his head ever so slightly. “Sirius?” you whispered. The animal tilted its head and it was so comically the same way Sirius did it you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. His tail began to wag creating a low thumping sound on the thick carpet. “Can you understand me?” you asked incredulously. For an answer, the big dog just threw himself onto the floor and rolled onto his back still wagging his tail. You threw your head back laughing and scooted closer to the mutt. “Can I pet you? Is that a weird question to ask? Seems like a weird question to ask”, you said still grinning. Sirius just huffed out a small bark and wiggled a little bit. “This is…this is something else”, you said while extending your hand and petting the dogs chest. A pang ran through your chest the moment you touched him. His fur was so much like the wavy hair on his head. You remembered the night he pulled you close and you had rested your head on his. With a smile you made yourself comfortable next to the dog and started playing with his fur.

Still on his back, Sirius was enjoying himself immensely. He hasn’t been in his animagus´ form for fun in quite some time. And sure, being petted by this wonderful woman leaning over him was surely something he would welcome any day from now on. He was infatuated, utterly gone. Besotted beyond return. He studied her face. She was smiling so contently at him it squeezed his heart in more ways than one. He wanted to touch her face, take that strand of hair and pull it back behind her ear. He wanted to see her face in this angle every morning when he woke up. Godric, he wanted to kiss her. Just change back. Use those facial features of yours and bewitch her as you used to. Suddenly he became somber. He didn´t really look like he did years ago. And the last time he actually tried to get a girl was back in school. The war and his time away in Azkaban had not really made a gigolo out of him. That’s a good thing, idiot. But one thing was for sure. He wanted you by his side, in his heart. He wanted to be in yours. And for that he had to make the effort. Hadn´t you already confessed that you found him handsome? Maybe that was enough for a start.

You sat there contently just brushing through Sirius´ fur with your hands. When you started to stroke his ears he made a long and low groaning sound. “Oh, you like that, huh?”, you said with a laugh. Sirius stilled, stopped moving completely and somehow you knew what he wanted. So you let your hands fall to your side watching him change back into the ruggedly gorgeous man. He still lay on his back, you leaning over him slightly. He had a vulnerable look in his eyes. Leaning up on his elbows he lifted one hand and very carefully took a strand of hair in his hand. Your pulse skyrocketed at his delicate touch. You could have sworn he could hear your heart thundering in your chest. His hand made its way behind your ear just touching.

Every hair on your skin was electrified at this point. Would he lean in or not? He spoke instead. Whispering with a pleading voice. “Please. Tell me you know that I am absolutely besotted with you.” You could feel your heart exploding as well as your eyes water. This man went through so much and still managed to be this kind and devoted soul. You never had someone say something remotely like this to you. Someone liked you enough for some time in your bed but that was about it. The way he looked at you now made you feel like the only woman on earth. With a watery laugh you said “I might have an idea, yes.” His eyes switched between yours as your heads moved toward each other. “I´m not going for your forehead this time,___” he said breathlessly. You couldn´t think about it much longer as it was the moment his lips touched yours for the briefest of moments. It was enough to make your whole body jolt. He halted for a second, unsure if it was a jolt away from him. You smiled briefly and in an flurry of confidence you gently leaned in and pressed your lips to his softly. He reacted immediately kissing you back. Your own hand came up and you lay it behind is head. Your fingers tangling into his soft hair. A low groan came from Sirius´ throat twisting your stomach deliciously. Your lips moved against each other so softly but meaningful. It felt like something clicked into place. Something incredibly right was happening here, you knew it. You knew when he broke the kiss for a mere second to breath, just staring at you. “You can´t imagine how long I´ve been thinking about doing that” he said with a disbelieving chuckle. “Holy Merlin…”

You grinned so wide the corners of your mouth started hurting. You took his hands in yours and together you stood from the carpet. Making sure this moment wasn´t over yet, you immediately took his face in your hands. His came around your waist when you said, “Sirius Black, you make it absolutely impossible not to be enamoured with you.” He scoffed a little and looked momentarily away from you. Not long enough to worry you though. With a crooked grin he brushed his nose with yours and exhaled deeply. Again you could feel your eyes water, your feelings running all over the place. In an attempt to order them, you pushed on your tiptoes a little to reach him and again took his upper lip between yours. You could feel him smile a little, his beard scratching your skin only slightly. The hands on your waste tightened while your arms wound around his neck pulling him in even closer. Again your mouths moved together like you had done this a million times before. When he felt the wetness on his face he stood up straight looking at you with the utmost worry in his eyes. Only now you realised that the wetness in your eyes had started to fall down your cheeks. He reached up and wiped the tears from your face. The question openly stated on his face. “It´s not that,” you said with a small smile. “I´ve never…Noone ever said something like this to me before or kissed me like that. With so much….care” You looked into his eyes, obvious worry still there. “I´m pretty confident these are happy tears,” you said and twirled some of his hair in your fingers again. This seemed to calm him down and holding onto your waist again he said “I see. And here I was worried I was too bad a kisser.” You gaped at him incredulously. “Please tell me you don´t actually think that. My knees feel like jelly right now.”

A little tinge of pink made its way upon his regal cheekbones and with a shy smile he said “Love, I haven´t kissed anyone in 14 years. Haven´t even thought about it since I escaped. I was so sure I had lost the ability to feel like this or even have the urge. And then you came along,” his thumbs circling your waist erupting goosebumps all over our midsection. “And you turned my life upside down in a matter of days. You are the most compassionate person I have ever met. I don´t understand how you do it. How you never judge, how you always seem to just know what I need to hear.” You were shivering at this point. He moved and pressed your head to his chest while he hugged you to him. Your arms circled around him and for the first time you could make absolutely sure that his heart was hammering inside his chest with the same hasted rhythm as yours did.

“It might be a lot to ask but,” he took a deep breath while nuzzling the crown of your head. “Let me court you properly. Let me show you that maybe, even if we are here in this dark and frankly depressing house, we can make the best of it.” You could feel his heart stuttering in his chest. Letting go a little you smiled the most encouraging way you could muster. “We can, I´m sure of it. We can do that. I´ll help you. You can´t leave, so neither will I. Hell, I couldn´t even if I wanted to. You are very much addicting Sirius Black. Even though you use outdated terminology” you laughed. “Seriously who calls it courting anymore?” He looked so relived, years younger and with a light laugh bubbling out of his chest he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance and surged down to kiss you again. This time firm and passionate. Your head started spinning when his palm moved from your waist up to your ribcage smoothing his whole palm over it. A little whimper made its way involuntarily up your throat and with a light groan Sirius hesitantly disconnected your lips. Breathing heavily he looked down at you with hooded eyes. With his kiss swollen lips he looked good enough to eat.

“Maybe we should…” he started. “Yes, yes”, you said, nodding absently. “No need to rush…I think.” He nodded as well. “Yea, It´s been a while for me no matter how you look at it.” Again his fair skin took on some colour. “I´m sorry, I didn´t want to rush you or anything”, you answered quickly with an apologetic look on your face. “ I mean it´s been a while for me too and I certainly don´t want you to think I´m only after that just because you are gorgeous. You are also the funniest and most loyal man I have ever met. I don´t want it to seem like I´m throwing myself at you but, holy hell, Sirius, I don´t know if you realise how many times I have thought about kissing you in the last couple of days.” You rushed all that out within one breath and were now waiting for his reaction. He reacted by pecking your nose that you scrunched up before deeply kissing your lips again. One time, two times. “Glad you brought up that I am more to you than just a pretty face”, he winked. You chuckled at that. “But in all seriousness, sweetheart. I am not trying to get you into my bed as quickly as possible. As I mentioned, I didn´t even think I could feel this way again. I want to enjoy you in every way possible, believe me”, he squeezed you again and you giggled lightly. “But, you are way too important to me already for me to fuck this up. Let´s start small, right love?” You nodded. Suddenly you could see that mischievous glint in his eyes that he always got when….”You didn´t even dare use tongue on me”, he laughed out loud when you pinched his side. “One more question though”, he said in mock seriousness. “Hmmm, what´s that?” you asked grinning. “May I bring you to your room, sweetheart?”

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Christmas was right around the corner and you were sure you have never been that happy in your life. Between excitingly decorating some of the rooms in the house and cooking your heart out with Molly in the kitchen, you and Sirius found several moments a day to be alone if only for a few seconds. You would do anything for just one heated kiss. Whenever there were backs turned, Sirius grabbed you by the wrist or waist pulling you around the corner or another room just to slant his lips on yours. Contrary to his believes, he was an incredible kisser. You decided in this moment, that French kissing was overrated. If someone could kiss you like that without using his tongue, you didn´t need it. He knew exactly how to not just use his lips to make your blood rush in your veins, but his whole body. Might it be his hands all over your torso or neck or his weight pressing you to the next vertical surface. He seemed to gain more and more confidence with every stolen moment with you. It was not like you had to hide the fact that you were…..snogging´? Dating? Were you? You were both adults and by now everyone in the order already knew that there was more than just companionship between the both of you. But the secrecy and excitement that came with it made you both giggle like teenagers and you would do anything to see Sirius like this every day.

Right now you were pressed up against the door of the study you had first conversed with Sirius. He was holding your face softly, kissing it with featherlight touches of his lips. Your eyes were closed, you could cry again he was so gentle. When he reached your lips again he pecked them two, three times more before you opened your eyes and saw his own eyes swimming suspiciously. “Arrgh,” he said chuckling and wiping at his eyes quickly. “See what you do to me?” You raised your hand to his face and touched his cheek with light strokes of your fingertips before lightly scratching his beard. The smile you both had on your faces was blinding. “Buuuuut,” he said while grabbing your waist again. You felt the switch in his behaviour and your heart picked up. “I would rather not cry in front of you” he said while ghosting his lips over yours. Playfully nipping on your bottom one. “Don´t you dare hide any kind of emotion from me, Black” you said. “You feel it, you show me.” He laughed lightly. “All right,” he relented with a sigh. “Though I would rather have you cry-” you raised an eyebrow at him. “My name,” he whispered and kissed you once, hard. You started laughing while swatting his chest. “Wow,” you said incredulously. “Right?” he asked with a silly grin. “It´s coming back to me”. “You´re becoming a menace”, you said adoringly while holding on to his neck. He snickered at that and hugged you tightly. “You are a confidence boost, what can I say?” Pride swelled your chest. This gorgeous, kind and funny man who went to hell and back was still able to make you feel like you have never done before. Wanted, cherished, appreciated. Your own confidence skyrocketing, you leaned up and slowly kissed the spot right underneath his jaw. Trailing upwards towards his ear you felt goosebumps erupting underneath your lips. His pulse was stuttering and he seized breathing. Satisfied with your effect on him you grinned and looked him in the eyes. They held a hunger in them you had not seen before. A loud knock on the door made both of you jump slightly. “When you are finished in there”, Remus´ voice sounded exasperated, “Move your arses down to the kitchen. Molly and I didn´t slave over the stove for nothing.”

“We´ll be right there” Sirius called through the door. His voice was strained and a bit breathy. You could have sworn you heard Remus groan while he retreated from the door. You giggled and turned, about to open the door when Sirius´ hand shot out from close behind you, effectively stopping you from opening the door. Looking over your shoulder you gave him a questioning look. “I´m going to need a minute”, he said in the same strained voice. Only now that it was this close to your ear it was all the more intense. “That was a bit more than I can handle knowing I can´t have you alone in a minute.” He almost growled the last part. Your breath rushed out your lungs when Sirius oh so subtly pressed his hips closer to your behind. “That´s not fair”, you almost whined. “You said we needed to take it slow.”

“Because I thought I needed it. My body needed it, but….” He nuzzled his nose into your hair taking a deep breath. “Every day with you, every kiss, every touch…I become more alive. That might sound incredibly cheesy but it´s the truth.” His arms came around you and he pulled you into him. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “We´ll still take it slow”, he said calmly. “I just wanted you to know that teasing me is officially on the table and it will be enjoyed. You don´t have to hold back.” You took a deep breath. “Noted. But I like this a lot actually. Sneaking around, although not really”, you chuckled along with him. “I want to wait for a little while longer as well. I want it to be the best experience for you.” His heart swelled at your words and he kissed your neck for the first time. Before you could angle your head for his better access, he groaned and detached himself from you. Immediately you felt cold. You turned around and he grinned sheepishly at you. “We should really go before I start salivating.” You giggled and opened the door. You descended the stairs to the kitchen and found the usual crowd already sitting at the table eating. Several eyes with different facial expressions followed Sirius and you around until you both sat down. Tonks winked at you while Molly gave you a small smile. Switching over to Sirius however she gave him a bit of a disapproving look which he just shrugged away and started digging in. After dinner, everyone was talking amongst themselves. You were talking to Molly when you noticed Arthurs absence. “He´s working, deary”, Molly said. You did notice the nervous undertone of her voice. You looked briefly at Remus. He returned the look for a moment. You were sure now that Arthur was actually doing something for the Order. It made you almost as nervous as Molly. You liked Arthur a great deal. You´ve had many funny conversations with the man. With an uneasy feeling you turned around to Sirius when the sound of someone aparating into the kitchen filled the air. Your head whipped around and after everything that you heard, learned and what was currently going on, seeing Albus Dumbledore standing in the kitchen made your blood run cold.

There was a lot of commotion. Albus tried to explain everything as calmly as possible what had happened. Everyone was shocked and immediately Remus and Tonks disappeared up the steps, no question about to go wherever Arthur was, apparently injured. Molly was stuttering with a pale face and you tried to console her as best you could. Sirius on the other hand was in Dumbledors face almost immediately. Demanding to know what happened to Harry and how he was doing. He started to pace in front of Albus raking his hands through his hair, looking angry and frustrated. Getting in between that would not help anyone, so you sat there with a shaking Molly. Waiting like everyone else. Albus and Sirius talked in hushed voices but it sounded so serious. You were also worried about Harry of course. It seems like he was taken care of but you still would be more calm if you could see him. You could only imagine how Sirius must feel. And he certainly couldn´t leave to check on Harry. Was it always like this for him? It had to be. The weight of what it meant to be in the order and have people you cared for in danger sunk into your whole body and you momentarily felt like you were drowning. You whished for Sirius´ arms around you. Tonks appeared later that evening with news that Arther indeed had been attacked but was alive. Molly let out one big sob before collection herself and following Tonks to Arthurs current location.

Remus, Bill, Charlie and Kingsley appeared in the kitchen explaining further. You didn´t quite hear them. You stared at the table in front of you feeling useless beyond believe and yet so relieved that Arthur was alive. You didn’t even know if you could approach Sirius in this state. He vanished up the stairs with Albus about half an hour ago and you thought they were further talking about the happenings of the night. Wringing your hands nervously, Remus approached you. His smile was bit forced as he sat down next to you. “How do you feel?” he asked calmly. “Useless” you answered in a defeated tone. “I´m useless in these situations. I don´t even know if it is ok for me to be in this kitchen right now. Most of the stuff you talk about still makes no sense to me and all I can think about is Arthur and Harry and how they are doing. I don´t even know if it´s ok for me to approach Sirius right now. He looked so aggravated. He tells me I have a calming effect on him but this seems a bit bigger than….than…” Remus´ nodded his head and lay a hand on your shoulder affectionately. “When it comes to these things, ___, no one expects you to know. Or participate even if you might want to. Look”, he sight. “Sirius has been absolutely elated since you arrived. But that is not all there is to him. Like I said before, he has been struggling. For the same reasons you are right now.” You understood completely. “He used to get piss drunk every night just to be able to sleep.” You felt the tears in your eyes burn. “He feels responsible for Harrys well being seeing as he wasn´t able to before. He loves the kid. Loved his father like a brother. And he can´t even make sure Harry´s ok because he is stuck here. I´m sure he doesn´t want you to see that side of him. But it will show. He´s too much of a hot head. I just want you to know, as his friend, I can tell you that whatever happens, he doesn´t do it to hurt anyone. He´s punishing himself enough.” He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, tapped it once with his wand and handed it to you. “Give him some time. Let him come to you. He just want´s to be good for you.” You nodded while tapping the handkerchief over your cheeks. With a small smile you excused yourself to your room. Arthur was with Molly and Harry was with his friends. You tried to calm down but you couldn’t stop thinking about how Sirius must feel. Where was he anyway? You didn’t come across him or Albus on the way to your room. Should you go check on him? No, Remus said it was best if he came to you. You just wanted his hurt to go away. After a very long, very hot shower you tried to sleep. Dreams eventually came and they were not good.

Sirius was drunk. Not piss drunk, but definitely incapable of making good decisions. Why wasn´t he with her? Why was he drunk? He was so beyond frustrated at his helplessness and the whole Harry and Arthur situation he had just blindly grabbed the bottle and had made his way into Buckbeak´s room. Now he was sitting in there, leaned against the flank of the animal, brooding and trying not to loose his mind. What a pathetic person he was. Still no clear name, still imprisoned, still as useless as the night he wasn’t able to safe his best friends. He pressed his palms to his eyes, rocking back and forth quietly sobbing. Buckbeak gave a small humming sound and reached his head toward him. With one hand he tried holding on to the soft feathers of his head, with the other he wiped his face. “What am I doing, Beaky?” he croaked. “What can I do? I know Harry is probably safe and the others said Arthur will be all right.” His stomach still hurt like someone was trying to cut into it. “And yet here I am again. Feeling sorry, drinking….and the woman I´m falling for is probably somewhere wondering if I´m all right. I´m telling you, Beaky, that’s the woman she is. I know she worries.” A humourless laugh escaped him. He couldn’t see you like this. You feel it, you show me. That’s what she said. She could not actually mean his half drunk, frustrated self as well, could she? But what would be the outcome if he slipped into his old patterns again? He could never be hostile towards her but imagining her being in the same house as him, and him ignoring her sent a sickening feeling all through his body. No. No there was no way. His head was swimming but he had a feeling he knew what he needed to do. Finally. So, he stumbled to his feet, gave Buckbeak a one last pat and made his way up the stairs towards your room.

You jolted from a very inconsistent sleep when you heard the taps on your door. Trying to wake up a little more you made your way towards the door when you heard him. He taped the door again saying your name in a desperate tone. Within a second you flung your door open and there he stood on wobbly legs. His eyes red and swollen you could still see the tear streaks on his cheeks. His hair was all over the place and he smelled like alcohol. Your heart was breaking in two when you saw his helpless expression. He leaned onto the doorframe and tried to look you in the eyes. “I´m the reason”, he whimpered. “I´m the reason they´re dead”. And with that he stumbled forward into you with another sob, realising with a jolt of his heart, that your arms caught and enveloped him without hesitation.

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And there it is, part 4. I really hope you enjoyed it and as always, if you did, please interact with this post. Have a lovely day :))

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goldie90 · 1 year

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I'm sorry about everything that has been happening to you two. Neither one of you are deserving of this treatment, even if we all disagree with each other about some things. You should probably report the people that have been harassing you two. I don't know how much it'll really do, but it's worth trying.

Hello anon.🙂

That´s very nice, thank you. And I think we already tried everything, we both reported this blog for harassment yesterday, even though I´m usually highly against reporting people, but I felt like in this situation it is necessary + since this whole blog is about us and there´s nothing else on it, it is obvious that this isn´t the blog they use for their own posts/reblogs and therefore I think it´s okay. We also both put our blogs on private settings, cause we were hoping that since we already blocked this user, they wouldn´t be able to look at our stuff anymore, yet they keep screenshotting from us, apparently by using another account. That makes it of course complicated, since we don´t know who this person is (we have a few suspects, but nothing concrete). I blocked a few accounts (said suspects) and Sarey is going to do the same, once they got the time for it and who knows, if we keep blocking people we´ll might block the right one sooner or later. Otherwise we want just try to ignore this person now as best as we can. Maybe they will get bored of it then.

Thank you so much for your message, we both appreciate it and we hope you have a nice day.🙂

#anon #thank you :)

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Hi ! (o^^o) I'm here for a match up please 🙏

My name's Duha , I'm 16 years old. I ´d like a male romantic partner . My pronons are she/her .

For my personality I 'm very caring , motherly and like to help .Even if I take care of everyone I'm forgetful when it comes to myself . Have adhd .I ´m an ambivert more leaning toward introversion, sensitive to noises . I'm introverted towards strangers and more talkative with my friends .

As for my hobbies I like to learn languages,to draw (I usually draw cute stuff) and write fluff headcanons and mini fanfics for my friends. I also don't mind reading gore or thriller/mystery novels. I also bake

When it comes to my outfit I like to wear anything practical especially baggy clothes

In a relationship I ´ll value loyalty a lot , someone who could bear watching a movie with me ( I tend to comment every thing that seems off in it like plot holes , writing mistakes incoherences , funny details that I noticed)+ someone that I feel comfortable around

Thanks for all of your posts ((o(^∇^)o)) I love your writing SO much . Have a good day / night !

Your Match up(s) are… Iida Tenya and Daichi Sawamura!!

<3 When you and iida first met it was a little awkward because of how shy and introverted you were, he kinda thought you hated him

<3 But once you became friends he saw your true personality and was hooked

<3 Likes getting dotted on by you once you got together, he feels like he can finally be calm around you

<3 Iida is like the unofficial dad of 1A (behind aizawa lol)

<3 Once you and Iida got together the rest of the class would call you mom and dad on acciedent because of how you act

<3 But because you also have adhd(twin) you can get hyper active with the class also and drop the motherly nature

<3 I feel like Denki has adhd like in my soul so you and him would be besties in my head (iida thinks he is gonna be a bad influence, hes just a little jelli, you didn’t here that from me though)

<3 He helps you actually take care of yourself when you forget, you have done the same for him so many times so he has to help you

<3 You both would be THE high school sweethearts

Song:

<3 Another mom and dad duo

<3 Sugas yalls wine aunt

<3 When you got together and he started bring you around the rest of the team

<3 He’s also good with hyperactive tendencies because of tanaka, noya, and hinata

<3 He had to soft launch to the team cause of how rowdey they get and he didn’t wanna make you nervous

<3 If you wore his jersey he would melt

<3 He doesn’t read a lot of thrillers or horror books but if you read them to him he would definitely listen

<3 Like yall cuddled up n shit and your reading to him while he plays with your hair

<3 Adorable

<3 Will be your taste tester when you bake

<3 Also high school sweetheart matiral

Song:

(Authors Note: Im really sorry about how late this is. Theres been a bunch of crazy stuff happening in my life so its made updates a bit slow. But I do hope you like and enjoy the fic🫶🏽)

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cnohpytxyz · 1 year

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HHL Prologue

synopsis: The apocalypse came and with it? Werewolves.

...not even the good kind.

word count: 882

genre: werewolves, my own take on A/B/O, female OCs, honestly this is just me trauma dumping in a way that doesn’t make me wanna hurl. feel free to hang out.

warnings: this ff talks about a lot of heavy topics including r*ape, bl**d, s*icide, d**th, m*scarriage/st*ll birth, and far more that I haven't gotten to yet. They will be addressed with care, but won't be censored in the main text. Please be aware of these and make sure to take care of yourself. Detailed warnings will be at the beginning of each post in chronological order, so you can better prepare yourself/choose not to read.

notes: this is a prologue to the much much longer ff I’ve been working on for awhile. currently going through and editing it so I don’t cringe so much when I look at it. if you want more rn, everything I’ve got is currently on ao3. just be aware that it kinda sucks.

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It happened 5 years ago—the apocalypse—but it didn’t happen like we expected.

It didn’t happen when a virus wiped out millions or when the world started nuking itself. It happened when an experiment gone wrong escaped a lab.

Covered in hair and able to shred anyone, anything, to pieces with ease, the bipedal beast had one trait that ruined everything—its venomous bite. Unlike snakes, these creatures weren’t biting to protect themselves, only to infect humans. Drawn to their beating hearts and the scent of life, the beasts attacked with a jealous vengeance.

Originating in Russia, the failed experiment rapidly traveled towards the populated towns of western Europe. From there, things went downhill fast. Because of Russia’s penchant to cover up their mistakes, no one realized how bad things were until countries suddenly closed their borders. That didn’t stop them though.

They were stronger, faster, and far more dangerous than what anyone had expected. It took a few months until one of the original scientists was able to safely step out and announce to the world what they were and what they could do.

The short answer? Werewolves.

The long answer? Much, much longer.

Originally meant to be government super weapons, these creatures were designed to unleash massive amounts of damage onto the general population. One unexpected side effect was their ability to mutate other humans. The scientists took this in stride, however, deciding to enhance this ability and add “bioweapon” to its resume.

Things were starting to look up. The beasts, initially mindless, began to retain who they were before being bitten. They could understand and carry out orders, but that wasn’t good enough for Russia. They needed that mindlessness–that desire to overpower, so the researchers stepped back.

Going back to the drawing board, they figured they could accomplish what their dictator wanted by destroying the minds of the experiments.

The first mind broken resulted in a massive part of the facility being destroyed. Countless people and beasts alike died.

Things got worse from there.

At first, they could contain the damage, but it only took a year for the Grand Escape, as it was sardonically named after the fact.

It was most difficult during the first year of the apocalypse. First the looting, followed quickly by the killing, and then the gangs. Werewolves might have been the trigger, but humans were the bullet. There were few good things during that year, but there were good things.

First, a change could be prevented if you managed to cut off the affected limb in time. Found out purely by chance, this news spread almost as quickly as the werewolves.

Second, there were different classes of beasts. The ones past saving were called Werewolves.

The ones in transition between Human and Were were called Lupi.

Unlike Weres, Lupi had near full control of themselves–that control only waning during the first few weeks of being changed and on rare occasions henceforth. Overwhelmed with the flood of sensations previously hidden from them as humans, new Lupi would go mad for blood. If they managed to survive past that point, the sharpened senses and slightly elevated physical capabilities gave them a significant advantage over the humans.

The last class was one no one expected: Lycans.

Lycans were the pinnacle of what Russia had been trying to create. Fiercely loyal, fast, strong, and could shift into wolves, the catch being how difficult it was to turn lycan. It varied case by case, but you generally had one month from being bitten to find your soul bond.

In an impossibly large world, locating your soul bond was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. The only relief was feeling them in the back of your mind, sensing how they were feeling—if they were even alive. The soul bond was purely supernatural, but knowing they were alive didn’t help you find them. Though Lupi were fast, there was no way they could travel more than a hundred miles in a day and not knowing which direction to travel in made things even worse.

As dire as the circumstances seemed, this new knowledge gave the population hope.

While the world was falling to pieces, there was one group that stood out—Homo Homini Lupus or HHL for short. Contrary to their name, the group of three started to collect people of varying professions before the first six months had even passed. By the end of the first year, they had established a camp south of Denver: nearly 25,000 acres of land surrounded by 10ft walls, including a reservoir, and enough space to support over three thousand people and animals.

Most of the world found their speed highly suspicious, but fourteen months into the apocalypse, the government launched an attack on the camp. After the military suffered a crushing defeat, the world began to see how dangerous HHL could be. They didn’t realize that their knowledge just barely scratched the surface.

While HHL continuously brought people into the safety of its walls, it was also not run by kind people. Their second in command in particular had numerous rumors about her cruel hearted nature, murdering without a second glance, throwing the terminally ill out of their walls to be changed by Weres, and other similarly cruel tales.

The HHL was silent.

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deus-ex-mona · 2 years

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when the chu♡lips

#not me reverting to my 2014-2017 anime idol phase lmaooooooooooo #(read: i was reunited with my old l o v e l i v e collection and am now. reconsidering.)#though it helped me realise the weird (and mildly cursed) trend of my otps :( as well as the cause of it…#but anyways!!! anemone heart (the kotoxumi song) totally gives me aiyuu vibes ngl #the singer ~longing for kindness~ and ~wanting to keep their first love’s eyes upon them~ and ~wanting to monopolise them~#plus the ~flower symbolism~ y k👀👀👀👀👀 does it sound remotely like a certain blue coded guy we all know or w h a t—#but also i think the chiisana lion trio could totally do cutie panther lol. and the entire bibi discography tbh #though how i got to ll in from an *i m a s* post is beyond me #mixed fandom friday… maybe?

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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A moment with you

summary: when the immortals are suddenly reminded of your mortality

pairings: xiao x gn!reader; zhongli x reader; venti x reader; scaramouche x reader

warnings: [angst ahead] overall: mentions of death; xiao´s part: mentions of death, life or death situation; zhongli: mentions of past loved ones; venti: nightmares, past traumatic experiences; scaramouche: death (not reader nor character); if i forgot anything please do tell me!!

a/n: this is my first time writing something that´s not mainly fluff, so i´m both very excited and even more nervous; if you like this fic, i recommend you go and thank @dustofthedailylife without whom i might not have had the confidence to post this ♡

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XIAO

Never bothered to further explore the difference between his immortality and the humans´ mortality

Such sentimentalities only got in the way of his eternal duty

Xiao didn´t get too attached to the realm of mortals, their customs, habits or lifestyles

For many millennia he kept his distance and only spared a glimpse here or there

That was until you came along

You invited him into your mortal life and taught him how to cherish the smallest wonders Teyvat had to offer, no matter how fleeting they were

And that´s when the yaksha grew fully aware of how short-lived this moment of peace with you could be

Countless memories of how easily mortality could slip from between one´s fingers infiltrated his mind

If there was a way for you to become immortal yourself, he would be torn about bringing it up but would eventually talk to you about it; he won´t pressure you to accept and lectures you thoroughly on just what this decision would entail

The black smoke surrounding the yaksha was slowly dissolving, the horned mask evaporating and reappearing on his hip. His grip on his spear tightened as the remaining malice wrapped around his body and clouded his mind, karmic debt weighing him down, but only momentarily. With a last glance over the battlefield, he gracefully leapt off the edge of the cliff.

Xiao´s feet landed on the wooden planks of the inn´s balcony without so much as making a sound, his footsteps quieter than the wind rustling through the leaves. Sure, his day had again been filled with nothing but banishing evil spirits and fighting the malice building within him but luckily for him, he had recently found an effective remedy to cure his ailment.

Opening the door to your shared room the adeptus expected to find you already there, just like on most days. You hadn´t said anything about being out later either but Xiao wasn’t about to fret quite yet. While he placed your well-being over anything else, he also knew you could handle yourself, despite you being `a mere mortal´.

As time passed and the last sun rays cast an eery red glow over the world, however, Xiao grew more restless. Grumbling to himself, he made his way down to the reception, if someone knew when and where to you had left, it was that woman.

“(Y/n)? Hmm, no, I´m sorry but I know as much as you do, I´m afraid. I´ll notify you if I see them.”

“That will hardly be necessary,” he scoffed before taking off and jumping from the balcony. Maybe his ears betrayed him but he swore he could hear a faint “I wish he would stop doing that”.

Where were you? Xiao had clearly instructed you to call out his name if you were in danger and he trusted you´d do so. Currently, he really wished he could trade abilities with you though, wanting nothing more than to call out your name and have you appear right in front of him.

This feeling, he hated it. The way his chest tightened, his mind straying to the worst possible places. It was unlike him and that only made it worse. Just a couple of years ago, he couldn´t have cared less about a single mortal life, choosing to isolate himself from their world instead of learning their ways.

And then you wedged yourself in between the cracks of his hard shell and stirred something long forgotten deep within him. The planes of Liyue he had traversed plenty of times before somehow seemed more colourful when he was with you. Nature was bustling with life, his curiosity for butterflies, lizards and crystal flies reawakened tenfold when you pointed them out to him. His vision was more than just a weapon, a tool for inflicting pain, when you rested your head against his shoulder as you sat with your hands intertwined and listened to the evening breeze. He wasn´t ready to part with these feelings any time soon.

After minutes of aimlessly traversing Guili Planes, he forced himself to halt. Over the harsh beating of heart against his ribcage, he tried listing to the wind. Morax had always told him to focus on the elements around him when in search of something for the world had a way of communicating its joys and sorrows to us.

Xiao was about to give up and continue his manual search when he heard something. Or well, it was more a feeling. Distress, to be exact. At that, his attention broke and he took off in the direction the sensation seemed to be coming from, his footsteps faster than ever, feet barely touching the ground.

He only slowed down when he reached a small village on the outskirts of Liyue Harbor. Spear already in hand, he closely surveyed the area, ready to take out whatever monster was causing your anxiety but there was not one to be found. Actually, there was nobody to be found, the streets oddly empty and the windows of the houses dark and cold.

Just then, the yaksha heard agitated voices coming from the side of the mountain. Rushing over, he could already see the glow of lanterns from down the street. What was possibly the whole village was gathered around an old wooden construct mortals used to mine ores but this one seemed to be no longer in use. The rotten planks were dangling oddly in the air and the frayed ropes barely held them together.

In an effort to decipher what he was looking at, Xiao followed their wide-eyed gazes up the mountain and he almost dropped his polearm at the sight. At the very top, he could make out three figures, two tiny ones and… you. There was no doubt to be had, it was definitely you and the anguish he felt earlier returned. But this time, it was his rather than yours.

You were clutching the hand of a little boy, your palm clammy from both fear and exhaustion. In front of you, just out of arms reach, stood his sister with glassy eyes and trembling legs. Testing your foothold, you tentatively stepped forwards only for the wood to creak and bend under your soles. In time with his sister´s shriek, the boy´s hold on your hand tightened.

“It´s okay, it´s okay. Nothing happened,” you tried to soothe them, praying your voice didn´t give away how helpless you truly felt. “Okay, here´s what we´re going to do: Chang, do you see this part of the mountain above us? I´ll lift you up and you´ll climb out of here, understood?”

When the boy nodded, you folded your hands into a robber´s ladder and pushed Chang as far as your arms could reach, praying to the archons the boy could climb. The plank underneath your right foot gave out, splinters falling into the gasping crowd as your pants ripped all the way up to your thigh where the sharp edges lodged themselves into your flesh. The sniffling next to you grew louder as you cursed under your breath.

Pulling yourself back up, you reassured Ming that you were alright and stretched your hand towards her again. The gap between your side of the construct and hers wasn´t that big, normally you easily could´ve jumped the distance but you´d both fall to your certain death before you could even land. So, you only scooted closer, centimetre by centimetre, leaning closer to the edge.

Your fingertips finally touched and you clasped your hands together. Scanning your surroundings for a safer route, you came up empty-handed. Breathing in deeply one more time, you mustered all your courage and gave the girl a hopefully reassuring smile before pulling her to you with all the strength left in your tired arms.

And then you were weightless. It was as if time had slowed down as you looked up towards the top of the mountains slipping farther and farther out of reach. Clutching the little girl tightly to your chest, you opened your mouth to call out to the only person able to help you now but nothing came out. Your throat was sealed with fear. You screwed your eyes shut and braced yourself for the impact, hoping at least Ming would-

The impact came but it was softer than expected. Shakily exhaling, you vaguely registered someone calling your name. Loosening your arms from the small body in your grasp, you let yourself be pulled into a familiar embrace that felt just a little tighter than usual. Strong hands were stroking up and down your arms, your back, your cheeks—everywhere they could reach.

“I- I saw you fall and- I thought I was too late.”

For the first time since you had met Xiao, his amber eyes were glassy and you saw your own fear reflected in them. Throwing yourself against him, you started to cry harder than you ever had before as he cradled your head closer to his chest. Over your own sobs you couldn’t hear those of the worried parents, relieved they could hold their children in their arms again.

“I was so scared, Xiao. I thought I was going to-,” you whimpered. “Without you, I´d be- I´d be-“

“Shh, no more. Let´s go home.”

A mere blink later, you were nestled into the blankets of your bed at Wangshuu Inn, your position unchanged except for the fact you had wrapped your arms around his waist in return. None of you spoke a word as you calmed down, both still trying to process what just transpired.

As he stared into the dark of the night outside the window, Xiao´s thoughts wandered. It was incomprehensible. Why put yourself in such danger when your own life was so fragile? Why risk everything for someone else? Someone you didn’t t even know?

Although he tried to push them away, the memories of you falling to your death were haunting his every thought and holding his mind in a vice grip much worse than his karmic debt. Scenes of him standing over your broken body, too late to catch you, choked his breathing. Burying his head in the crook of your neck, he concentrated on your pulse, the continued rise and fall of your chest.

“Please, don´t go where I can´t follow.”

ZHONGLI

The former archon was very well aware of your differences, as a consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor he was confronted with a human´s mortality on the daily

He had watched over Liyue long enough to see younger generations replacing the older and eras blend into one another, consequently changing the Land of Contracts in their constant cycle of rebirth

And he had been alive for even longer, forming new relationships and having to sever just as many

Zhongli knew from the beginning he could not enjoy your company for eternity and the day of parting would come sooner or later, preferably later rather than sooner

That doesn´t mean he´d not be worried, the notion of your mortality still weighed heavy on his heart and mind, some days more than others

But he tries to make the best of it and cherishes every moment with you to its fullest

There´s no use lamenting a flower´s inevitable wilting before it even had the chance to bloom

If there was a way for you to become immortal yourself, he would not bring it up to you; humans have a very different outlook on life compared to immortal beings like himself, he´d be scared you´d lose a part of yourself if your lifespan went from barely a century to endless

He will consider it if you´re the one who brings it up and are well aware of what you´re getting yourself into

It was a beautiful day in Liyue Harbor, sun casting its golden glow over the city. Next to the window of his humble home sat Zhongli, attention focused on the journal on his desk. The former archon was deep in thought, absentmindedly twirling his brush between his fingers, the inkwell opened but yet to be touched.

He had already spent a considerable amount of time on finding the right words to convey his emotions but none of the phrases in his head seemed to do the memories justice. The subject of his written memento was an outing he had together with you the day before, a date as the people today would call it. Therefore, only the most eloquent and sophisticated of sentences would do.

It had been quite some time since Zhongli had picked up journaling as a hobby and it had become somewhat of a second nature by now, an essential part of his routine. But it served not only as a creative outlet opposed to the more formal nature of his work at the Funeral Parlor. No, his journals were a second memory for him, an extension of his mind so to speak, which was less prone to slipping from his grasp when he reached for it.

What started this passion was actually a rather sombre occurrence, a realisation he never thought he´d come to. A couple of centuries ago, Zhongli had visited the resting place of a trusted companion for melancholy´s sake and was shocked to find his mind void of clear memories, their voice muted and appearance foggy. In fact, he had trouble recalling some of their fondest moments together, although he promised to treasure them for eternity.

So, in order to keep future promises, he started writing everything down. Especially if it related to the people he cared for, the people he loved; people like you. Be it a common afternoon of sharing stories over a cup of tea or a night spent together under the lights of the Xiao Lanterns during the Lantern Rite. He was determined to commit every part of you to his memory.

As he contemplated his phrasing further, he let his gaze sweep across his room. Wherever his eyes landed, there was a trace of you to be found. The jacket you left hanging over his chair, the matching charms you two bought during a walk in the city, the flowers you gifted him that he preserved by drying them, the teacup you got him to replace the one you´d broken. Zhongli smiled as he recalled how flustered you were and how stubbornly you insisted on presenting him with a new one, one that was far more beautiful and valuable in his eyes.

Wallowing in memories, he flipped through previous entries in his journal. As he read, it was like going back in time and he couldn´t suppress the little chuckle as he visibly recalled you chewing out Childe nor could he stop his fingers from tracing over a note you had written, two little hearts doodled in the corner.

With a sigh he closed the little book, he could tell this was not going anywhere. While thinking back on these moments with you made him feel warm and cosy, it also brought the bittersweet taste of yet to be sorrow.

Sometimes he wished he was mortal like you. He longed to see the world the way you did, longed to grow old with you and longed to not fear the day of parting. But he couldn´t afford to think like this, it was not how the world worked. No matter how much he desired it, he knew you wouldn´t be joined forever, your paths would inevitably stray away from each other. And he could do nothing to change this dreaded future.

He used to be the oldest of the archons, he formed the earth with his bare hands and shaped a city that had long since grown prosperous under his care, yet he was powerless in a situation where he needed it most. It was the universe´s most cruel mockery and he could do nothing against it. One day, these tokens and these notes and these memories would be the only thing marking your temporary presence in this world.

There was a knock on the door. Smiling to himself, he called out for you to let yourself in. As always, your timing was impeccable. Zhongli met you halfway between the front door and his room, his hand reaching out for yours to brush a featherlight kiss onto your knuckles. If only he could preserve your adorable giggle like the flowers in his room, the sound alone was enough to leave him wondering why his spirit was clouded in the first place.

As he listened to you talking about a renowned opera troupe coming to perform in Liyue Harbour soon, his immortality was the furthest thing from his mind. Instead, all he could focus on was your excited expression and your hand in his.

VENTI

He´d rather not think about your mortality

Venti knows it should be addressed, at least for him personally but he avoids the topic as best as he can

After what happened to his friend, it´s hard to ignore your eventual fate

It makes him turn to the tavern more often than he´d like to admit

But he never shares his concerns with you or anyone really, even though there are a handful of people who know his real identity and some of whom are immortal themselves

You and him being separated was not eventuality but certainty, so he wants to use every opportunity to make memories he could look back on fondly

The bard has written countless songs with you as his muse, on a quest to immortalise you in the melodies of his lyre

If there was a way for you to become immortal yourself, Venti would discuss it with you and although he knows better than anyone you´re free to make your own choice, he´d love nothing more than to keep you with him as long as time would allow it

The moon was shining high in the sky, the streets of Mondstadt were empty and silent, yet rest didn´t come easy to its archon that night. Tossing and turning under the covers, drifting in and out of sleep, Venti almost gave up on the idea of getting any shut-eye in the coming hours.

He wasn´t quite sure what caused this but sometimes his thoughts just seemed to move a mile a minute. In his many years of existence, he was bound to have sleepless nights, that much he knew, yet, Venti still couldn´t pinpoint what prompted his restlessness.

His day had actually been quite pleasant, spending it under the old tree at Windrise together with you, strumming his lyre to whatever melody the breeze brought to him. Venti was quite sure he could never grow tired of the expression you wore when you listened to his music and his heart soared when you asked him to teach you how to play, gently guiding your fingers over the strings with his own.

So, naturally, he was puzzled as to why he was lying awake, staring at the ceiling without a hint of sound sleep in sight. Every now and then, he did manage to drift off only to be awakened by a nightmarish image of your hands, covered in red stains. No, that was only residue from the fruits you ate during your picnic. Then he woke up to the sickening crack of a branch giving out underneath you and your shocked scream as your hand couldn´t reach his. But you only lost your balance, you didn´t actually fall, you were okay.

In fact, you were right next to him. Safe and sound, chest rising slowly and evenly, your mind far away from his dark thoughts. Without meaning to, Venti asked himself how much longer he´d be able to look over and see your peaceful expression and hear your soft breaths. Careful not to wake you, he reached out to you…

Your skin was ice cold. The archon physically recoiled from where he had touched your arm and his heart plummeted. The lack of warmth brought back one of the first and most gruesome experiences he had in this form. As much as he tried not to, he recalled it so very clearly; how cold his skin felt, how heavy he felt in his arms, those slow and shallow breaths, the red stains on his hands…

Venti´s sobs must have roused you from your sleep, your groggy voice calling out to him, your icy fingers against his shoulder as he tried his best not to flinch away from your touch. Sitting up, you opened your arms for him to sink into and he gladly did, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands slowly warmed up as you ran them up and down his back in soothing patterns.

“You´re okay,” you whispered. “It´s not real. You´re safe here with me, I got you.”

He wanted nothing more than to believe you. To believe that it wasn´t real, that it was just his mind playing tricks on him but how could he, when he knew what was bound to happen; when he knew that one day, you wouldn´t be here to comfort him; when one day, imagination might turn into reality, into memory.

But for now, he thought, it would be okay to hold you a little tighter, to press his lips to the spot where he could feel your pulse the strongest, to relax in your hold as you hummed a melody he´d heard before. He´d tell you eventually. Maybe not tomorrow or next week, but he would.

Eventually.

SCARAMOUCHE

Your mortality? Yeah, he´s not a fan

I´ve said it before and I´ll say it again: Scara tends to be possessive with what he considers `his´ and he´d be damned if anyone so much as tries to take it (or in this case, you) away from him

Be it a lousy soldier, a disease or even the concept of mortality, he will not relent

Out of everyone on this list, I´d imagine him to be the most likely to actively search out ways to keep you tethered to this world

The end justifies the means and he utilises every resource at his disposal, having his agents look for clues, scanning materials on the matter while on a mission or bribing those who may know something

He might tell you he´s only doing it because this mortality makes you weak and that that´s not a quality the partner of a Harbinger should show but regardless of if he wants to acknowledge it or not, he´s not only worried for you due to the nature of his job and the enemies he´s made, Scara simply doesn´t want to lose you

He doesn´t trust others and others don´t trust him but you still accepted him and could look past his harsh words, something he had scoffed at in the beginning

Over time though, you grew on him and he decided to take a leap into for him uncharted territory and now that he was here, it would be hard to get rid of him again (not that you minded)

If there was a way for you to become immortal yourself, Scaramouch would undoubtedly convince or persuade you to grasp this chance, whether it´s for his sake or yours is unclear though

Scaramouche was leaning against a pillar in the corner, staring down the opposite side of the funeral hall with narrowed eyes. Honestly, the Harbinger couldn´t care less about the guy in the coffin or all these people crying or sniffling into their handkerchiefs.

What he did care about was you being one of these people, dressed in all black, eyes bloodshot from days of mourning. In all the time he´d known you, you had never been so shaken by anything before but after your cousin´s death, Scaramouche basically had to force you to eat, shower or sleep. The vacant look in your eyes made frustration against your late relative flare up for meeting such an untimely end and hurting you in the process.

He watched as you made your way up to the stand on wobbly legs, shoulders shaking as you reassured your aunt that you were fine. Your fingers trembled as you unfolded the eulogy he watched you write and rewrite at least a hundred times as you took a shaky breath.

Scaramouche let his gaze wander around the hall decorated in muted colours and flowers as he listened to you recounting old stories of the trouble your cousin and you would get yourself into when you were still kids. He was already familiar with all of them, you had explained that the two of you used to be very close up until he had gotten into that accident.

Somehow, his attention always came back to the framed picture of your relative and the resemblance he shared with you was so unmistakable it sent a chill down his spine. You´d shown him old family pictures before but as you stood up there, next to that coffin, next to that picture, your similar features seemed to stand out even more strikingly than before. Your cousin even was the same age as you, still young with all his life ahead of him. But death didn´t differentiate between early and late. There was no guarantee as to when your time would come.

Your voice broke off into a heart-wrenching sob, the paper balled up in your fists as if it was a lifeline. Despite the tears flowing freely down your cheeks, you finished your eulogy before being guided off stage by your aunt and into the embrace of your family.

As the memorial came to an end, the guests gathered outside for the burial of the coffin. You left your family´s side and slowly made your way over to him. As you looked up at him with glassy eyes, he couldn´t help but reach out and wipe away some of the tears falling from your lashes. At that, you only seemed to cry harder before hiding your face in his chest.

“Thank you… for coming.” Your voice was hoarse and barely above a murmur but Scaramouche heard you clearly. “I know you don´t normally care about this kind of stuff…”

He scoffed. “Of course, I´m here. Somebody has to make sure you´re getting through this.” In another uncharacteristic gesture, his voice softened. “How are you holding up?”

“I´m fine, really. It´s just…it all feels so real now. Before I didn´t…it didn´t hit me that he´s really gone now, that I´ll never see him again. But it all feels so final now.”

He could only hum in agreement, never having grieved over the loss of someone like this before. He stood back as you and your family all took turns adding to the pile of soil covering the wooden casket. Even then he merely watched as you mourned with your relatives a little longer.

Eternity stretched things out over a long time but each moment within it became all the more fragile. He remembered saying something like this once. And as he looked onto the scene unfolding before him, he guessed he was right about it, too.

Scaramouche had made his decision. He´d never have to look at your picture in that frame next to the casket, he´d make sure of that. This moment with you, he´d stretch it out as far as he could, the couple of decades he´d have with you just wouldn´t be enough.

Even if you despised an immortal life, despised him, you´d have forever to change your mind.

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trutrustories · 11 months

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STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE Part 1: Ouroboros

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining) Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta. I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

Soooo EPISODE 1, le´t go: 1)"Mobius It´s me!" few second in and we have slowmo chasing scene with detail on Loki, and Mobius and then THIS Loki´s heartbreaking look on his face here.

2) "Tell me, you recognize me!" (Loki trying to desperetly find Mobius, and then running towards him) Also If this Time slipping didn´t triggered anything external, but It´s just his own, unlocked power - I honestly don´t know, how they will explain that - does that mean, that he unknowingly unlocked this power, because he was send by Silvie into the past, and then he was simply desperete and Mobius couldn´t recognized him so his body reacted by time slipping to place and time, where Mobius would know who he is???

3) this very unexpected exhibition of touches (meaning Mobius practicaly glueing himself to Loki for this entire section)

I´m sorry, but my man here is like "no, I´m not about to let you have a personal space. NOT. AN. OPTION. let me hold you some more" xD

4) This scene in in an elevator first of all, that was a second time, he slipped and was RIGHT back with Mobius, the very next second. secondly: Mobius being scared for Loki and insisting he needs immediate help thirdly: Loki reassuring Mobius, It´s not that bad.

also this "we just had sex in a cabin" shot:

and lastly...

Big thanks to the film crew for this shot to give us an idea just HOW MUCH OF AN UNUSED SPACE was in the elevator! 👌

5) Mobius and Loki talking to OB. being perfectly coordinated team and smoothly working together, while standing on a same spot, but in a completely different time.

poetry... just poetry!

6) Distressed God and his Happy Face just so we know: how long is it, since their reunion? Because I would swear that not even five minutes ago Loki was in state of complete panic, and look at him now:

Look at him smiling, enjoying view at struggling mobius 💚

few minutes with this man, and HE forgets all about his trauma and just vibing.

me too, Loki. Me too 🥲

btw, this thing over here?!!!!

7) bickering, like married couple, part 1

8) "Mobius if I don´t make it back" and "You´ll make it back". What was it, what where you about to say Loki? It sounded important! next time TALK FASTER!

9) Mobius risking his life SKIN for loki and refusing to give up on him.

10) Loki saves Mobius in an epic fashion and they end up in a hug: also they roll around the floor together

I mean... this whole scene was absolute TOP! So yeah. That was a first episode. before the premiere I was litteraly hoping, that I will see our Loki and our Mobius together at least ONCE, before first end credits. I actually couldn´t believe my own eyes, holy shit!

#loki spoiler #loki season 2 #lokius #loki #mobius #mobius m mobius #loki and mobius #s02e01 #ouroboros

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Congrats on 2000!! I'm so happy for you, you def deserve a lot more <33 i just wanted to say thank you for the amazing content ^^ i love everything you write (esp amir my beloved <3) if it's alright with you, what do think abt reader discovering mika(enstars) killed someone for them or maybe even caught him in the act? And what if they actually forgive him? I'm starved for mika content,, thank you so much if you decide to do this!! :D

Awww thank you!! That´s so nice I think I´m going to cry 😭

In that case you will be happy to know that I still got a few Amir asks in my inbox that you can look forward to😏 I can´t say it enough how much I like writing for him because I pretty much have complete creative freedom over him compared to like actual characters that at least have *some* characteristics I´ll have to abide by. I can just go wild when it´s my own oc so I´m really just so grateful that there are people out there that like reading that kind of thing as well🥺💕

OOOh yes, another yandere Mika post!! I just can´t help it, I love him so much and he´s like exactly the type of yandere I love! It´s sad how little content there is out there for him ( or I guess yandere enstars in general). I guess I´ll just have to make it my personal mission to put the content out there. It´s what the people want!!😤😤

I'm actually kind of proud of this one so I hope you enjoy!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, murder, blood, worshipping, reader is enabling very bad behavior, toxic relationship

Reader discovers that Yandere! Mika killed someone for them but forgives him

Okay so I think in one of the yandere tarot posts I mentioned that Mika wouldn´t kill any of his darling´s loved ones because he doesn´t want them to be sad even if he personally would prefer for all these other people to disappear so he doesn´t have to be so jealous all of the time, and I still stand by that

He´s obviously beneath them so how could he ever dare to sadden his precious darling? More than anything, he wants you to be happy, to be happy with him and so he tries to hold back even though it´s hard for him to stand by and watch as your attention shifts from him to your other so-called friends

But don´t get me wrong, that doesn´t mean that Mika wouldn´t kill anyone. I feel like he´s one of the few yanderes that is actually capable of just straight up murdering someone for his darling without so much as blinking an eye. It´s pretty scary how willing he is to get his hands dirty if only he thinks that it might improve his darling´s life

Friends and family might be off-limits but surely the same doesn´t apply to rude random strangers or even worse, straight up bullies? Seeing someone bother you like that and making you uncomfortable is enough to make Mika´s blood boil. How dare they. How could they. It takes all of his willpower to not just jump at them and wildly punch and beat them down without abandon

No, he has to stay calm for the moment, you´re still there with him after all. He can´t let you see him when he´s doing something so barbaric, someone as nice as you would surely be frightened if you saw him all blood-stained like that! You might start to think that Mika is a bad and scary person and he wants anything but that to happen!

He just adores you so so much, that he almost can´t take it and this is his way of repaying you for all of the joy and love you made him feel. Getting rid of the people that put you down is the least he can do for you!

And so Mika is all too willing to follow his victim into an alleyway until they are all alone before confronting them. There isn´t a lot of talking going on actually, he pretty much straight up jumps into action

All that poor person will get as an explanation is a scream of “I´ll make ya pay fer what ya did to my precious darling! No one is allowed to push ´em around like that!”

Right afterwards he charges at the stranger that accidentally bumped into you at the coffee shop you two visited earlier and hits the back of their head with the large shovel he brought with him

He does it over and over until they completely stop twitching and the ground and both of their clothes are covered in blood. Anger consumes Mika as he keeps thinking about the fact that they hadn´t even the decency to apologize after committing such a heinous crime. It almost makes him sad that the punishment went over so quickly but there just wasn´t any time to waste. He was supposed to meet up with you again later so he really couldn´t afford to be late!

So as quick as he can, Mika picks up the body and starts dragging it through the small alleyway. He has to get rid of the body somehow, take a shower and change his clothes so he can be right on time. He doesn´t think he could live with himself if he ended up making you wait for him. No, he can´t let that happen!

He just needs to get rid of this annoying body fast and then he can finally be with you again! Oh how he misses you already even though it´s only been a few hours since you last saw each other! He just can´t help but hum a happy little tune, now in a good mood at the prospect of getting to see you soon, as he drags the mangled corpse across the dirty ground

There should be a field somewhere close by where he can bury the body...

He's about halfway done with digging the hole when suddenly an all too familiar voice calls out for him

"Mika are you there? We were supposed to meet 30 minutes ago and you're usually never late so I went looking around a bit to see if I could find you. Is everything okay?"

In any other situation, Mika would have been overjoyed to hear your voice and even more so when you show concern for his well-being like this because obviously that must mean you care about him! But no, not this time

He was in the process of burying the dead body of the person he had killed himself and you caught him red-handed. The one person he didn't want to know about this

He unconsciously shifts around a bit in an attempt to hide the body behind him from view but he's not doing a very good job at being inconspicuous when there very clearly is a gaping hole in the ground and he's holding a bloody shovel in hand. There's blood on his shirt as well!

You can tell he's very shifty and nervous, he's trembling all over. He's not scared because he fears that he's going to get reported to the police, he's scared that you might grow to fear or resent him now that you knew what violent actions he was capable of

He didn't want that! He wants you to look at him with a smile on your face, not fear! You're such a good and upstanding person, you must be disgusted by him! You would never want to date a murderer, it's all over for him! He can never be close to you again nor dream of ever becoming your boyfriend

What is Mika even supposed to do with himself now that you, his one light in life, are now gone, forever unreachable? What purpose does life still hold for him? Nothing! He's nothing without you!

"Wait is that-holy shit is that a dead body??"

There it is. You saw. Mika can't even look you in the eye, he doesn't want to see the horror on your face, too ashamed of himself that you had to see this

"Wait, I can explain! Ya know, y/n! This pest-this person, they were so rude to ya! ! They ran into ya without apologizing and I was so angry, how dare they??! So I followed them and I hit 'em' cause I was so angry and I wanted to protect ye! I couldn't let them get away with hurting ya! I'm so so sorry ya had to see this whole mess though, a gentle person like ya is way too good for scary stuff like this.. "

Now any normal person would have been terrified and disgusted, shocked at the revelation that someone they had thought of as a close friend turned out to be a murderer. No one would have blamed you if you screamed your lungs out and ran for your life

But for whatever reason, that's not what you did. Maybe it was out of pity for Mika, who was quietly sobbing now as he anticipated that you were going to abandon him now. Maybe you felt responsible, after all it was because of you that this innocent person was killed, and you didn't want to run away from that fact, wanted to face it head on

Or maybe, a quiet voice told you, maybe you actually held some form of adoration for Mika as well. Maybe you were just being selfish, didn't want to let go of him and the future you may have imagined with him

After a prolonged amount of silence, you reach out your arm and Mika closes his eyes, flinching as if he was expecting you to hit him in anger. You were not that kind of person and yet in this kind of situation he couldn't blame you. If it meant that he could at least relieve you of a few of these boiling emotions, than he was more than prepared to take any kind of punishment from you

But the touch of your hand that made contact with his cheek was not harsh, it was slow and hesitant and yet gentle all the same. Mika wondered if it was improper of him to hope that you might have it in your heart to forgive him as you stroked his cheek, not caring that the blood that clung to him now also smeared the back of your hand, as if the dark red served as a sign of the corruption that was forming it's hold on your mind

Unconsciously, Mika leaned into your touch, all too eager to lap up any kind of affection you were willing to give. He almost pouts when you pull away and he hopes his eyes just in time to see with widened eyes that you had picked up the shovel he had dropped in shock when you called out to him earlier

Your grip was shaky but firm all the same and there was a scary glint of determination in your eyes that Mika couldn't help but be drawn to

"We'll have to be quick", is what you finally say after what seemed to be an eternity of silence after his own outburst

"Y/n what do you-"

"People might walk around the corner any moment now. We'll have to be quick with burying the body if we don't want to get caught. Anyone would be able to connect the dots if they saw your dreadful bloody clothes and the dead body laying on the ground. Come on, you don't want to get arrested, do you? "

Then it all went by very quick. You lifted up the shovel and started to continue digging the hole Mika had started, your movements hectic and fast as he stood to the side, still dazed from what had just happened

You.. didn't run away screaming? And now you were helping him with hiding the body? Does this mean that there is still hope? At least he'll take you not wanting him to go to jail as a positive sign

When the thought finally settles that this might not be the end, Mika springs back into motion and takes the shovel out of your hands, declaring that you shouldn't dirty yourself any more than you already have. He'll take care of everything from now on

Whether you know it or not, you've just opened up the floodgates. All this time, Mika has held back because he thought you might hate him but now that he knows that you have it in you to even forgive him for committing murder in your name, he doesn't think that he'll stop anytime soon

He'll try to not make any repeats of tonight because he doesn't want to burden you any more but not that he has your "approval" he wants to keep being useful to you and get rid of all the unworthy pests that make your life miserable

You've shown him that there are still more ways in which he can showcase his love and dedication to you

Yes, maybe that very night the last piece of his sanity broke away. But it's okay as long as he can serve you as your precious and loyal doll

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ghostking1 · 3 years

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I don’t really know what you’re into but I asked some of my other percico shipper friends and we made a list of some of our favs :)

•|| Five Times Percy Broke His Phone and The One Time It Wasn't His Fault ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29524128

• Percy/Nico

• Rated G

• one-shot

• Words: 5,726

Summary:

As punishment for blowing up the Legions armory Leo is sentenced to work in phone repair for the camps. Normally this wouldn't be too bad, phones these days are pretty bulletproof. Unfortunately, he hasn't thought of the extraordinary circumstances Poseidon’s favored son tends to regularly find himself in. This is one battle the Son of Hephaestus is determined to win. Olympus helped him.

•|| Breaking the Ice ||•

https://www.deviantart.com/leukanthes/art/Breaking-the-Ice-Slash-287857101

• Percy/Nico

• no rating, but I guess G bordering T (?)

• one-shot

• Words: 2,574

[No Summary]

•|| Could Never Imagine ||•

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10703658/1/Could-Never-Imagine

• Nico/Percy

• Rating: T

• 46 chapters

• Words: 103k+

Summary: The war is over Annabeth chose to leave camp to allow her soul to heal, leaving a distraught Percy behind. Soon enough though the girls at camp are coming-on to the twice savior of Olympus. Percy however has no intention of finding a new girlfriend. So how will he get them to leave him be? It's a good thing Nico is around.

•|| Family Dinner ||•

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5439187/1/Family-Dinner

• Nico/Percy

• Rating: T

• one-shot/1 chapter

• Words: 6k+

Summary: The fancy invite card read: Welcome to our new home! Please join Percy Jackson and Nico di Angelo's housewarming dinner. Please do not feel the need to bring anything. Dinner begins at 6:00pm. The address is 38501 Sunshine Lane, Long Island.

•|| Can I Clear My Conscience? ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1250188

• Nico/Percy

• Rating: T

• one shot/1 chapter

• Words: 12,222

Summary:

Death Touch: Nico’s powers have gone out of control and he’s killing living beings with a single touch. The only one who can save him is Percy.

•|| Revival ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19287157/chapters/45872164

• Nico/Percy

• Rating: Explicit

• 4 chapters (complete)

• Words: 28,903

Summary:

After the events of The Titan's Curse Nico finds himself struggling to live on the streets. Exhausted, he recklessly uses his powers to take him somewhere safe. He ends up in an unfamiliar cabin and too weak to do anything else he decides to spend the night.

Percy still feels guilty about Bianca's death. He searched and searched for Nico but was unable to find him. Something is sending him visions of the boy though as if to tell him to go find him. At last Nico ends up in a familiar looking place and Percy seeks him out. What follows is something neither of them expected.

•|| on top of the world ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1184790

• Nico/Percy

• Rating: T

• one-shot/1 chapter

• Words: 16,175

Summary:

In which Gaea wins and Percy breaks another promise to Nico, and surprisingly, Nico doesn't mind.

•|| The world will never take my heart ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1712186/chapters/3646085#workskin

Summary:

where Percy and Annabeth break up, and Percy convinces Nico to move in with him and attend Goode

•|| Sensory Love ||•

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12454985/1/Hitome-Chan-s-Sensory-Love

•Rating: M

•words: 237+

Summary:

Mortal AU where Percy and Nico are best friends, but Nico’s feelings run deeper than that.

•|| Coding and Codeine ||•

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12457018/1/Hitome-Chan-s-Coding-And-Codeine

Summary:

post apocalypse mortal AU where Nico meets Percy in a near dead world, and the two travel the US and fall in love

•|| Seasons Change ||•

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/7838989/1/

Summary:

Mortal AU where in Nico and Percy were friends since they were little, but they had a falling out. Nico never recovered from Percy's rejection and neither did Percy. Through a twist of fate, they get a second chance

•|| The love we miss ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1087406

Summary:

Canon divergent fic where Annabeth is killed during the days following the second war

•|| World Traverls ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1649647

Summary:

a series of amazing fics by awanderingmuse which follow an older Percy and Nico

•|| Kiss a boy in Tokyo town ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/337259

Summary:

Japan becomes the new location for camp half blood after the fall of the United States.Nico comes to visit percy in Japan

while annabeth is still in the US and things transpire

•|| Tribulations ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2061345

Summary:

Percy and Nico are caught in an argument between two goddesses and are put to the test. They must prove the strength of their bond to survive or lose their freedom forever.

•ll When the river meets the sea ll•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1171134

Summary:

Nico di Angelo should be his best friend. He looks over, meeting Nico’s eyes; Nico, who looks patient and a little embarrassed for some reason, and he thinks, why isn’t he?

Or: Wherein Nico has an incurable case of being a martyr, Percy grows to hate The Muppets, and Poseidon surprises the both of them with a bouncing baby demigod.

•|| Fire escapes and friendships ||•

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17810015/chapters/42019895

Summary:

“So it’s safe to assume you’re the reason she’s stalking around like she’s just sucked a bag of lemons.”

“She called me today.”

“And?”

“She just wanted to chew my ear off. You know, for ruining all her hard work and design for your cabin. And then for suggesting to Chiron that she shouldn’t be allowed to help with the refurbishment.”

Or where Percy and Nico burn the injustice that is the Hades cabin and Percy takes the blame.

Christmas parties, confessions and cozy death traps

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27748753/chapters/67921453

Summary:

Ah, Christmas! That magical time of year where goodwill permeates the air, gifts are exchanged, and demigods question if they'll be smote down for singing the less secular Christmas carols! But as Nico will soon find out there are far more nefarious threats than carols this joyous time of year, a threat, in the form of an ugly Christmas sweater.

||• percico authors to support ||•

Likegallows

https://archiveofourown.org/users/likegallows/pseuds/likegallows

Bobinthecomments

https://archiveofourown.org/users/BobInTheComments/pseuds/BobInTheComments

Awanderingmuse

https://archiveofourown.org/users/awanderingmuse/pseuds/awanderingmuse

Midnightinjapan

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MidnightinJapan

anitstar_e(Kailamahine)

https://archiveofourown.org/users/kaikamahine/pseuds/antistar_e

Let me know if you need more~ :)

First of all, thank you so much for these pics. All of these were disgustingly good, like extremely disgustingly good, and I enjoyed them all immensely. But, I figured you'd want to hear my thoughts on them, and because I wanted to share my thoughts on them, so here they are :D

•|| Five Times Percy Broke His Phone and The One Time It Wasn't His Fault ||• -Amazing, a 10/10, one of my favorites, short enough that my attention span never got me distracted, great writing

•|| Breaking the Ice ||• -Another great one, this one blew me away

•|| Could Never Imagine ||• -I loved this one because it showed all of Nico's insecurities

•|| Family Dinner ||• -sooooo cute

•|| Can I Clear My Conscience? ||• -this one was kind of sad but a great healing fic

•|| Revival ||• -showed the Nico living on the streets that we never saw, very well done

•|| on top of the world ||• -dangerous situation where all hope is lost and they can only lean on one another? sign me up

•|| The world will never take my heart ||• -this was a fun fic to read

•|| Sensory Love ||• -this was pretty good, but it had cheating themes which made it hard for me to absolutely adore

•|| Coding and Codeine ||• -loved this au

•|| Seasons Change ||• -this one was a little harder to swallow, it had mature themes in it and there was cheating involved, and I always have a harder time with that

•|| The love we miss ||• -*chef's kiss*

•|| World Traverls ||• -so cute, i love this au, it’s like that could actually happen in the canon book series

•|| Kiss a boy in Tokyo town ||• -percy jackson + japan? yes please

•|| Tribulations ||• -love, love, love, love, loved it

•ll When the river meets the sea ll• -a work of art

•|| Fire escapes and friendships ||• -I really like the change in pov, this fic was really well done

•|| Christmas parties, confessions and cozy death traps ||• -loved embarrassed Nico and the creepy ending

And all the authors you recommended are great! :D

Thank you so much for all your recommendations, they were really fun to read!

#nico di angelo #percy jackson #pernico #percico #percy x nico #nicercy #pjo/hoo #fic rec #fic reccomendations

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unbreathable · 4 years

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ride home / S. Rogers

Summary : As a girl you were always told to never accept a ride from unknown men. You knew what could happen, you knew the dangers and heck, you`ve seen how it ruined some girls. But hey, he`s your teacher, nothing could happen. Right?

Pairing : Dark(soft)!teacher Steve Rogers x female Reader

Before you read, please understand that this is intended to be a dark fic. There will be noncon elements, rape, violence, manipulation and so much more. If you find any of these disturbing, please click away. 18+ only.

Warnings for this one shot : manipulation, noncon elements, rape, use of drugs, lost of virginity. This is some kind of au and Steve might be out of character a little.

Word count : 3.319

Credit : for the gif I used, the credit goes to its rightful creator.

Note : Don’t expect this to be any good. I came up with this over the course of a few hours and I’m still learning how to write one shots, as I find it much easier to write a series. Also I still suck at writing “smut”. I’m trying to perfect it, tho. Promise. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one shot till my mind would be satisfied with the way the next chapter of “The Magpie” turned out and would let me post it. :)) Also, please excuse any mistakes I made. Have a great day you guys!

Also, to all the writers from this platform : thank you !

Girl found wondering around without any memory of the last few days, claims she had been abducted and raped...

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the case which has been all over the news for the past week. It was quite predictable, really. Young girl, too drunk for her own good woke up by herself in the middle of nowhere. You sighed. In a city as big as New York, cases like this happened almost every other day, but there was always something left behind. Fight marks, blood, hair. Anything that could help the police find the person who did it. This time though, there was nothing.

The poor girl. You couldn`t help but pity her. She must be terrified. All alone against a world that knows nothing better than to judge. You pinched your nose in exasperation.

Cases like this, it`s what made you choose to study law. You wanted to be able to help other women. To offer them a chance at justice. No one deserved to be told that it was their own fault for wondering alone at night or for wearing something more showing. No girl should feel like the law protects only the male population...

“ And what`s your opinion on this matter, miss I`m too busy scrolling on my phone to pay attention to class?”

You cursed in your head, as you put your phone away and lifted your eyes to meet your teacher.

Steve Rogers. America`s hero, savior of the world and an actual pain in your ass, was looking at you expectantly. You held his gaze as you forced your lips to form some kind of smile. Something about him always put you on edge and the way his eyes darkened as he stared at you, didn`t exactly help ease the feeling.

“I`m sorry, I was distracted.” you murmured, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he caught you unprepared. ”If you would be so kind...”

You looked at him as you raised one eyebrow. It was always like this. No matter what you did he`d always find something to pick at you. At first you took it as a form of banter between a teacher and his students, but with time it became clearly that he had a problem with you. Your grades didn`t reflect the hard work you always put in. Your extra work wouldn`t be considered. Every time you would as much as look at your watch he`d find something to jab at you. He would also have something to say about every paper you handed him. It was a miracle you even made the grade for his class.

You cringed as you remembered the comments he would make about your life outside his class. You seemed to bump into him on a daily. There was also something, in the way he watched your every move, that it made the hair at the back of your neck stay high on alert. You really couldn`t understand what you`ve done that America`s sweetheart despised you that much.

”The women rights...” he smirked down at you.

“Oh, yes. I strongly believe that women should have got their rights the same time men did.” you smiled when you realized that he wanted to add something else. “I mean we know that every society of this world was built around androcentrism, but if we`re real the women were the ones that kept everything from falling apart.” you drew in a short breath. “Oh, and I believe that 1920 was a bit late for our women to get their rights, since women all around the world fought for it since the 18th century.”

You smirked, as for once in your life the bell rang exactly when you needed it. Forcing a smile his way, you stood up gathering your notebooks. You were quite proud of yourself, not because your answer was the desired one, but because you got on professor Rogers nerves. While he didn`t seem to have a problem with women and feminists in general, he sure had a problem with the way you choose to speak on the matter. From the corner of your eye you saw his jaw twitch.

At first you were afraid to even say your opinion lest you would upset him, but now you enjoyed to see that vein on his forehead nearly pop. You held back a giggle. Oh well, at least you won`t have to see him for the next few weeks.

“Professor!” you rolled your eyes when you herd your bestfriend use her sweet voice. “I was wondering if you`d like to come to our party tonight.”

You stood straight, narrowing your eyes at the one that has been your friend since the first day you came to the city. What the hell was happening. You knew she had a crush on him, everyone did, but she wasn`t the one to just go and ask someone out, especially not him. You watched her in confusion as professor Rogers made his way to the front of the class.

“You know, with everything happening right now, the uni council would let us hold the party only if there was someone that could take care of us.”

“Oh!” you supposed that made sense, but even so why did it have to be him.

“Of course professor Barnes already said that he`ll be there, but we`d be thankful if you came too. Please!” your friend bated her eyelashes at him as you rolled your eyes.

Professor Rogers had a pleased smile as he moved his eyes from her to you. You held his gaze, even going as far as raising one eyebrow at him. He blinked, before turning his head towards the rest of the class.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he said after a short moment dismissively. ”`I`ll be there.”

There was something sinister in his eyes. Something that you failed to see as you made your way out of the lecture class.

“I can`t believe you invited him!” you playfully jabbed your friend in the shoulder as she walked next to you.

“Oh, come on! It’s just tonight, and I bet he won’t be able to stay up that late since he’s like... the same age as history?” she bit back a laugh, as she took your hand. “It will be fun, you`ll see.”

You hoped she was right since you were never a big fan of parties of any kind.

_ _ _

This wasn`t fun. Not at all.

You knew you should have stayed home, yet you still wanted to enjoy the last night with your class mates before break. But this wasn`t it. The music was too loud and you couldn`t even hear what some people were saying. Also you`ve never really been a techno fan. The food was crap and you were sure everyone came just because there were free drinks.

It was well past midnight and you have been there since the beginning, but you were already dreading it. You smiled as your only joy came from watching drunk freshmen being rejected by some of your friends. The girls were ruthless and that made you proud.

“Hey girl!” your bestfriend came by your side, holding two glasses in her hands as her body danced along the rhythm of the music. “Look at was professor Rogers sent us.”

Her words were slurred and you could see that she drank already too much. That`s why at first you thought you didn`t hear her right. While it wasn`t unusual for men to send women drinks, getting a drink from your teacher was something you never thought could happen. It was wrong in a way.

“What?” your eyes widened as soon as the word left your mouth.

You eyed the glass she handed you. It seemed to be one of your favorites, and after the sour taste the beer left in your mouth, that would have been like a desert. Still something made you suspicious.

“Come on, take it!” your friend pressed as she smiled broadly. “He must have realized that he’s been an ass all year and wants to make amends.”

She was giggling as her glossy eyes drifted around the room. She didn`t seem to be able to focus on anything, but somehow her shaky hands found yours and brought the glass you were holding closer to your mouth. You weren`t exactly sure what came over you, but you opened your mouth and let the liquid go down your throat. Involuntarily, your eyes wondered around till you saw the back of your least favorite teacher. He didn`t even seem to care about anything around him as he was engaged into a discussion with professor Barnes. That alone made you feel safe, even though the drink left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You were too quick to judge, you resonated. This was probably his way of saying: “Sorry I tormented you that much.” You suddenly giggled. It was shortly followed by your friend`s laughter. She threw the glass to the side and took your hand leading you to the dancefloor.

You weren`t that much of a dancer. You knew just some basics moves and that was it, but now you didn`t seem to care. You let your body move, and only chuckled when your legs started to feel like jelly. It was a strange feeling. You suddenly felt like were floating.

You furrowed your brows as you started to feel that your body didn`t exactly respond to your impulses. Everything around you happened in slow motion.

You cursed. Just how much did you drink? Moving one hand to your head, you tried to get your senses back, but you found it too hard to do. Your head buzzed. For a second you looked around trying to spot your friend among the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor, but it was like you couldn`t recognize anybody.

Fuck this. You had enough of this party already, and the way you felt made you decide that it was time to go home. You moved between the sea of bodies as fast as you could. Your coat and purse were the only thing you spent more than five minutes looking for, but as you found them you practically run out of there.

The bus stop wasn`t that far, but just the thought that you`ll have to go home by bus, made you want to throw up. You didn`t feel well and there was dizziness that started to overcome you. As you watched the empty street, you cursed again. Of course you`ll have to wait till the next bus came. Damn it! You should really get your license.

The sound of a engine from behind you, made you turn your head. Your eyes narrowed as you watched the Range Rover slow down and actually stop right next to you. You squinted your eyes, trying to see through the tinted glass, but as a wave of nausea hit you, you moved your head to the side. You didn`t exactly pay attention when one of the windows went down. You didn`t really care. You felt sick, and all you wanted, was to get home.

“ I saw you left the party early.” the deep voice said. “Are you all right kitten?”

You hissed when you heard the voice of the last person you wanted to see right now. What was he even doing here? Your heart skipped a beat as another wave hit. You took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself. Just ignore him and he`ll go away. You didn`t exactly knew why you choose to act like that but there was something in your head that told you it was for the best.

“Come on girl, I have to make sure everyone is safe and sound.” you heard his voice. “If you don`t feel fine, I can take you home.”

The idea of getting home sooner and in a nice car was looking really good right now. But still, you didn`t feel like it was the best for you. You choose to keep quiet for reasons not even you knew. You glossy eyes scanned the schedule of the bus that was right in front of you. Thirty minutes and you`ll go home.

You heard professor Rogers sigh.

“And here I thought you never shut your mouth.” there was a deep chuckle, fallowed by the sound of the engine coming to life. “Look kitten I can either get you home or I`ll go my merry way and let you here all alone... well not quite. But I`m not sure you`d want that kind of company.”

Confusion filled your mind. The sudden move you made to look at him, made you dizzy. You tried to focus your eyes, in time to see him pointing to somewhere behind you. You slowly turned.

A group of guys were eyeing you like a wolf would his prey. Your mouth fell open as they did obscene gestures at you. Your whole body freeze as fear took over you. You knew what could happen. Suddenly you were more sober that ever and as you heard the car start moving, you nearly threw yourself in front of it. On shaky legs you moved towards the door.

“Wait” you find it hard to speak. “Professor, I`m sorry I... please!”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, and didn`t even register the way he smirked as you got into the car. Everything was a haze. You only felt like you could breath when the car started to gain speed. You didn`t even remembered to give him your address or anything, but as the car rolled down various streets you were only thankful you were far away from them.

“It such a crazy world out there” professor Rogers voice made you move your head towards him, but as the fear was gone, you started to feel the dizziness again.

With unfocused eyes you watched him. America`s hero was giving you a ride home for free and you were acting like he was your biggest enemy. What was wrong with you?

“I have to say I`m impressed.” he suddenly said as the car started to slow down. “That was one of the strongest drugs that you drank, and you still have some of your conscious left. The other ones were down after a few minutes.”

You looked at him and simply blinked. You wondered if your mind was playing games with you. Surely, he hadn`t said what you think you heard. You must have imagined everything.

“E... excuse me?” you asked dully.

You drew in a shaky breath as your trembling hand went to the door. He chuckled darkly at your attempts to open it. You wanted to scream but as your movement became slower and slower you found that fear wasn`t enough to fuel your limp body.

The car came to a sudden stop. You closed your eyes as you felt hands pulling you back.

“Now, now honey.” you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. “Don`t waste your energy, you`ll need it.”

You turned your head and watched him through your eyelashes. Something in your head was screaming at you to fight, to run, to get away. You wanted to punch, scratch, hurt him in any way. But your body didn`t listen.

It happened too fast. In a matter of second your dress was ripped to shreds. And your found yourself pressed to the door. He was over you in an instant. Turning your head to the side so that he could stare into your eyes. He had a hungry look on his face. You`ve seen it many times but it never terrified you as much as now.

“Just as pretty as I imagined.” he said in a husky voice.

You squeezed your legs as you felt his hand moving around along your body. He tugged at your bra till the clasps snapped. Your nipples stood erect, you didn`t know if it was from the cold of the car or the heat that was inside you. One of his hands came forward at pinched at your nipples. You made to move, but as sensing your intention he tugged your head back by your hair.

“Don`t you even dare!” he growled as his thumb played with one of your nipples. “I waited a long time for this”.

He leaned forward kissing down your stretched neck. His mouth was hot against your skin. You gasped when you felt his tongue leaving wet traces along your collarbone. He tugged at your hair one more time before his hand went down.

“Always dressing like this world is your own runaway, always thinking that you know it all.” he let out a moan as he squeezed your ass. “Do you know what a face as pretty as yours and an attitude like that do to a man?”

You whimpered. You never meant to catch his attention in that way, you just wanted to feel good about yourself. You wanted to tell him that. To tell him that you were sorry, but your brain didn`t work anymore. There was no reaction even as he spanked you. You felt like you could pass out every second.

“Don`t even think about it!”

You closed your eyes when your panties were soon the same as your other clothes. Slick was going down your legs. Despite everything, you were aroused.

“So fucking wet already. Good girl!” he praised.

You felt his hand descend down to your very core, proding around. You bit your lips as tears filled your eyes.

“How many have been here before?” he gave a low chuckle the same time his fingers pinched your button.

“One?” he mocked as one of his long fingers entered you.

You held back a gasp. Non, no, no. This wasn`t happening. Nobody touched you like that before. Nobody even came close to it. That`s not how you wanted it not how you dreamt it would happen. You wanted dinner, roses, a man you loved... not him.

“Two?” he continued as another finger stretched you.

You felt your walls clench around his fingers, as he moved them in and out ou you, everything while his thumb circled your most sensitive part.

“Fuck... you`re tight!” his breath was ragged, it was like he couldn`t get enough.

There was a sudden pause. In a quick move you found yourself pressed to the door of the car, as he angled your body to have better access to your burning core. He drew in a breath.

“A virgin.” he moaned.

You closed your eyes as you herd him playing at his clothes. The sudden hardness you felt proding around your core, made you shiver. You didn`t dare to look back and see it. You were scared. It seemed too big. You were afraid it would split you in a half.

You screamed when he entered you. The pain blurred your vision. Your whole body ached and tears fell down your cheeks. No, no, no. You bit back a moan of pain when he started to move, not caring about you at all. His moves were rough, punishing.

“Shhh doll, I`ll take care of you.” he rasped. “You must have waited so long for this... saving yourself for me.”

Your body moved in rhythm with his. His cock dragged along your walls as every move sent a wave of pain through you. Soon though, you found the pain disappeared. A strange feeling took over you. It was almost pleasurable. You guessed you would have enjoyed it under any other circumstances. But now? Now you were just tired.

As you passed out, you failed to notice the feeling of something warm flowing through you.

_ _ _

Steve smiled down at your sleeping form. So pretty, even after being used like that. You had a glow. Too bad you might not remember anything that happened. He chuckled. It`s a good thing he planned to keep you. He`ll make sure you`ll never forget him.

You were his girl after all. The only reason he took that shitty job as a teacher.

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