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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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Can I request a Lockwood x reader oneshot with angst prompt 45 and 24?? 🥺🥺 I love your stories 💖💖

a/n: of course!! thank you for your support - I'm so glad you like my stuff! i hope you enjoy <3 this includes mentions of holly munro from the books (i love her so much) but nothing too much about her so to anyone who hasn't read the books, don't worry

warnings: angst, mild language, mentions of panic attacks prompts: "You left, you left, and now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened." and "Just give me another chance. Please." gn reader

Maybe working at Satchel's wasn't a good idea.

Having been an agent, you don't have many transferrable skills for a job beyond teamwork and stone-hard dedication, but beyond that, well, there isn't much. Like most agents, your time at school was very limited, and your qualifications are limited to 'professional ghost-hunter', making it very hard to get a job outwith being an agent.

Yes, you could've gotten a job at Fittes or Rotwell or Tendy or a thousand other agencies, but the thought of going back into the field... Satchel's is much preferable.

Except when your ex-boss, ex-best friend, ex-crush (ex most things, really) appears.

For a while, it was someone else that he sent to get supplies, and more often than not you were working in the back processing stock. When you first started working in the front, behind the till, it was still usually Lucy or George that came along, and you'd have a nice little chat with them. After all, they aren't the problem.

No, Anthony Lockwood is.

You're not sure where it all started going wrong. Maybe it was just that last case you went on, or, further back, maybe it was the slowly built-up frustration that emanated between you both for months. If you wanted to go even further back and agree with the anger that once coursed your very veins, you could say it all went wrong when you joined his company and entrusted your life in his hands.

To begin with, your day was going fine. You restocked the shelves with the products that customers could be trusted to handle safely and then went into the back to ensure all of the big stuff - the industrial magnesium flares, the heavy-duty chains, et cetera - were all accounted for. Your boss even got you a cup of tea for you to drink in between customers.

It's a shame half of it was spat out when Lockwood stepped through the doors.

Okay, exaggeration. It wasn't half, but it may as well have been.

For a moment, you believe he's a figment of your imagination, a being conjured up by the feelings of fury and loneliness and frustration you've dealt with for the past couple of months, the same feelings that make you dream of him even when you don't want to.

But, then, his eyes meet yours, and you know he's real. No dream, no image mustered up by your traitorous mind, could ever paint such eyes so accurately. Hues of burnt umber and sienna and copper would become muddled beneath your mind's hand, but here, they're so bright, so beautiful.

He strolls around for a little while, plucking salt bombs and dried lavender bunches and silver wards off of the shelves. He inspects a few different rapiers, holding them to the light and testing their weight before returning them to the rack and testing the next one until he finds one he's happy with. Trips to Satchel's often meant he'd come home with a new, fancy rapier. He wanders for longer than is necessary, almost like he's trying to convince himself to come over and speak to you.

Though you've had at least twenty minutes to mentally prepare yourself for him coming up to the till, your heart still pounds in your chest with a mix of anticipation and anger.

"Ah, (name)," Lockwood says as he approaches. His voice is entirely casual, but you know from his pacing around the store that he feels otherwise. "It's nice to see you. How've you been holding up?"

You type the products into the machine. "Fine. You?"

If the short answer takes him off guard, he doesn't show it. "Good. I'm good. I was actually hoping to see you here today."

Great.

"Is that so?" For the sake of your job, you keep your customer service voice on as you bag up the items.

The slight shuffle of his feet is something not many people would take note of, but you do. After years of knowing him, it's like a massive flag waving in your face with the word NERVOUS written in bold letters across the face of it.

But you ignore it. It's not your place to take note of it anymore.

"I wanted to ask you if you'd consider joining Lockwood and Co again."

Your heart stops beating, and your hands falter. "This is hardly the time to discuss that, Lockwood. But I can give you an answer right now: no."

You don't look up at him, because you already know the face he's pulling. It's not one he does on purpose, quite the contrary, but the way his eyes soften and his lips part in a sad manner has always persuaded you to agree with his cause, no matter how angry you would've been with him. So you don't look, because every ounce of self-respect you have left and cling onto will crumble if you do.

"If it's about that case-"

"It is." You take the owed money from his hand and pass his bag of products over. "Besides, by the sounds of it, you've hired someone new already. Holly, I think Lucy said her name is. Two months since I left - that's got to be a record. How about you get Holly to help you out with whatever has led to you crawling back to me?"

"(name)," Lockwood says, and the smallest undertone of desperation catches your notice.

It's then that you look at him, and every vestigial of your anger, the only thing that has stopped you from breaking into a million pieces the last two months, threatens to melt away under the warmth of his eyes.

"It's not the same without you at home," he continues. "We all miss you."

"This isn't the time for this conversation," you insist.

He looks around, giving you a temporary reprieve from his gaze. "I think we've got time. There aren't any other customers just now."

"I'm on shift, and I'm not getting paid to humour this dream of yours."

"Is that all it is? A dream?"

You pause, looking at him incredulously for a moment. "Could it ever be anything but? Lockwood, I almost died on that last case because you didn't do what you said you would. You left. You left me Lockwood, all alone in that room while I had the worst panic attack I've ever had, and now you have the gall to come back like nothing happened!"

"I thought you were already gone," Lockwood says. There's a defensiveness in his voice that you just can't be done with. "How was I supposed to know you were still in there? You'd told me five minutes before you were going to head home because you felt ill, and I was going to go a little after you once I'd made observations because we were going to reschedule."

"I screamed for you," you say, but your voice has dropped to such a quiet whisper you're not even entirely sure he's heard you. "I screamed as that ghost put me in ghost-lock, but you never came. I still have scars from the ectoplasm burns."

That gives him pause. "I didn't know."

You shrug. "Doesn't matter now. I'm not coming back - to Lockwood and Co, or to being an agent. I'm done with that life. Now, if you've got everything you'd like, I ask that you please leave. And, no, be quiet, you don't get to say 'but I haven't gotten you' or some corny line like that. Not anymore."

Desperation fills those eyes of his. "Just give me one more chance. Please."

"Even if I could forgive you, which I don't, I can't go back to ghost-hunting. My therapist has banned me from doing it, to make a long story short."

"Your therapist?"

You look away from him again, unable to stand another second looking at him. "Inspector Barnes... he found me the morning after the case walking around London trying to find my way back to Portland Row. The ghost messed me up pretty bad, so he organised therapy, paid for by DEPRAC, thank god. Even he's telling me not to come back."

"He did always have a soft spot for you," Lockwood says. That line should be accompanied by a charming grin, or at least a smile with a hint of teeth, but there's nothing but guilt and regret.

"What makes everything worse," you say, "is that you were my best friend. Shit, I dreamed of us being something more than friends, and I trusted you with my entire being. But I screamed for so long. There was no way you couldn't have heard me unless you'd left, too, even though you'd told me you were going to observe the ghost that night before leaving. I couldn't speak when Barnes found me. So don't come here begging me to come back, because I won't do it."

"You wanted us to -" He falters as if trying to decide which part of your spiel was the most important.

He's taking too long, so you say, "I'm asking you to leave now, Lockwood. Goodbye. Have a wonderful day."

Pain flashes in his eyes, so acute that it's almost tangible, but you grit your teeth and ignore it. He doesn't deserve to feel that way.

"Please, (name)," he says, begs. "You wouldn't have to do fieldwork. You could be an assistant or something."

"Seems Holly's got that covered for you already." You push his bag closer towards him. "Goodbye, Lockwood."

As if on cue, the bell at the front door chimes as another customer strolls in.

You ignore the agonised expression on his face, fueled by the rage you've learned to survive on. You can already feel that horrible loneliness seeping back into your bones, longing to reach out to him and agree to go back to Portland Row, back to him, but you force yourself to stand your ground. Going back there would bring back nothing but painful memories and feelings you've fought to keep away.

And, though you long to give into the feelings, to allow yourself to feel the love for Lockwood that's always lingered even through all the pain, you push it down and watch as he leaves, dejected and hurt.

But it'll never compare to what you've felt.

Once, you would've given anything to see him happy, to take away any glimmer of pain he felt, but you've got to come first. You have to.

You say goodbye to Anthony Lockwood, and goodbye to the things you've felt for him, no matter how badly it hurts.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Anniversary//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY!!! Summary: Bakugo and you have been dating for two years now and things went well, but lately he didn’t had much time for you, something he plans to apologize for on your anniversary Words: 3.2k+ TW:nsfw: unprotected sex, toys, anal play, anal, choking, spanking, degrading and praise, oral (him receiving), using a gag on you, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, lots of drool basically, at the end a cute little fluffy scene I’m sorry it’s a bit messy 😖 I hope you still enjoy it and wishing everyone a great start in the new week :) You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, cladded in a red lace body suit with some cute flower details. It hugged your curves in all the right places, your waist adored by straps that clung to matching knee high socks. “Ugh, I don’t know Mina, I think it’s too much...” you said through the door, turning around to look at your backside. “Let me see,” before you could say anything she opened the door and slipped in, careful so no one else could peak inside. “Girl please, you look like a fucking masterpiece, you really make me question my sexuality right now,” she told you, looking you up and down. “Momo, what do you think?” Mina asked your sick friend on the other side of the screen, turning the camera to you. “You look absolutely stunning! If it’s the money I’ll send the amount you need to you on Venmo, just buy it, Bakugo will definitely fu-” she was cut of by a fit of coughs, taking a sip of her tea. “That’s not it, it’s just...” you trailed off, wrapping a lacy coat over your body before sitting down in the small changing room. “Oh please, that man is deeply in love with you, I met him a couple of days ago and he would only talk about you. He’s just stressed with Hero Work, with Kiri sick right now he’s a bit overworked, it has nothing to do with you,” said Momo. “Imagine being one of the strongest shields to ever exist and getting defeated by a badly cooked piece of chicken, poor Eijiro,” Mina shook her head. “You’re right, I worry too much... We actually want to visit him later tonight, I hope he’s a bit better, Bakugo wanted to cook chicken soup for him,” you told the girls with a smile on your lips. “See. Now please buy this or I’ll lose my mind,” your pink haired friend told you. “Fine, if it keeps you sane,” you laughed. Mina walks out of the stall so you have enough space to change back into your normal clothes, ready to go all in. Bakugo was indeed very stressed, coming home later than usual and barely talking to you. Not because he didn’t want to like you thought, but because he was so on edge that he was scared to snap at the one person who took some weight off his shoulder, not adding onto it. He knew it was shitty, that you didn’t like it when he shut off like that and especially push you away he does right now. So Bakugo hoped pulling you in close at night when he came back from work, noticing how hard you tried to stay away to see him, would tell you how much he appreciated you. When you woke up the spot next to you was already cold, the only sign of him laying next to you was the dent in his pillow. He had made you breakfast, leaving a note that read: I will be late again today princess, I love you x A small smile found its way on your face, he always left you notes when he’s stressed and sorry about not being able to spend as much time with you as he usually does. You kept them all in a small box in your night stand, reading through them when ever he was on a hero mission. You texted him good morning and thanked him for the breakfast, not awaiting a reply as you knew how busy he was. But much to your surprise his ringtone signaled you that he had send you a message: I’ll be at home by 11:30 p.m, see you then? Of course he will. You have been craving him for long now, your body and mind screaming his name, begging for his touch, begging for his hot kisses all over your body, wanted to feel him inside of you again, his skin on yours. You couldn’t remember the last time he bend you over and fucked you, his hand wrapped around your throat, reminding you who’s slut you are.

Now you had 13 hours to pass, so much time on hand and yet so little. You had so many ideas popping up in your head that you didn’t know where to start. You made yourself a list and hoped to finish everything before he came home so you could spend the night together nicely, partying into your special day. Once you were done with cleaning your living space you decided to go out and grab Bakugo’s favorite take out, not being able to pass by your local flower shop without grabbing a couple of new plants to fill your flat nicely. Still having two more hours to pass you decided it was time to prepare yourself. As the warm water fell onto your skin and making your muscles relax, your mind wandered off to the many times Bakugo had joined you in here, taking the stress out on you, the windows not only fogged from the hot water. After you had dried yourself and put on some lotion that left your skin extra soft you applied his favorite perfume, the one he gifted you on your birthday last year. You still had enough time left, drinking a cup of coffee so you’ll stay awake long enough, answering the girls group chat and texting Bakugo that you can’t wait to see him. You had send him a picture of you holding up the take out, letting him know he doesn’t has to worry about his dinner. He texted you back earlier, stating that he doesn’t know what looks more delicious, you or the food, with a text following suit after to let you know that his decision fell on you. The red lace outfit was hidden in one of your drawers, not wanting him to see it on accident. You slipped into it, twisting and turning in the mirror to make sure everything sat nicely. Not a moment too soon apparently as you could hear Bakugo’s key rattling and the door being opened. The light in your hallway was being turned on and you could hear Bakugo taking off his shoes and jacket, his bag falling on the floor as he walked into the living room. “Princess?” he called out, making your heart flutter and setting off a tingle between your legs. “I’m here,” you answered, hearing him walk to where you stood. “Holy shit,” he groaned as his crimson red eyes fell onto your in lace clad frame. His eyes wandered over every curve of your body, taking in the beautiful view he could never get enough from. “Come here baby,” he motioned for you walk up to him, licking his lips as you stopped right in front of him. “You look so good, I’m so fucking in love with you, do you know that?” “I love you too Katsuki,” you whispered against his lips that were mere moments away from crashing into yours. One of his warm hands cupped your cheek, drawing small circles on your skin as his other hand wandered down to the swell of your ass, squeezing it and delivering a slap onto the soft skin, pulling out a soft moan from your throat. His mouth now wandered along your jaw, kissing down your neck, licking over your sweet spot before biting down on it. Bakugo turned you around so you would face the broad mirror, his eyes meeting you in the reflective surface. You could see the glint in his eyes and knew you were in for a long nights, feeling him smirk against the crotch of your neck. He made sure your body was pressed into his so you feel his hard dick through his pants. The blond stopped kissing you, watching your face twist in pleasure as his hand slipped into your underwear, middle finger sliding into your wet walls, collecting some of your wetness before pulling out again and licking his finger clean. Making sure your eyes were on him the whole time he now grabbed your face between his other hand, turning it to him so he could kiss you, his tongue coated in his spit and your juice. The blond returned his hand back to were you most craved it, flicking your clit every now and then to hear your sinful mewls swallowed by his mouth on yours. He had enough of muffling your moans so he turned your face to the mirror again, ordering you to keep looking at yourself with his hand wrapped around throat, his mouth licking and biting along your shoulder. His fingers were circling your clit over and over again until he heard your breath hitch, your hands now gripping his underarms tightly. “Are you close Princess?” he asked you, a smug look on his face as a whimper of a ‘yes’ left your puffy lips. “Wanna cum? Already? That’s a bit pathetic, don’t you think?” he groaned, biting your earlobe gently as his fingers picked up speed, his hard on throbbing in his now tight pants. You couldn’t help yourself but agree with him, how could you not? He knew your body better than anyone, knew how to make you cum within minutes. “It’s okay, you can cum, I neglected you for so long, hm? Be a good girl and show me that pretty ahegao face you make,” he slapped your clit before dipping a finger into your needy cunt, his thumb now drawing eights on your sensitive nub, sending you over the edge. “There we go,” he didn’t stop there, making you ride out your orgasm before his finger disappeared from your wet core, turning you around again to kiss you, chuckling at your pitiful whines. Always so needy for him. “Go grab your special box and come into the living room, I’ll be waiting for you,” Bakugo told you with a husky voice and your eyes landed on his dick imprint, mouth watering. You didn’t need to be told twice, darting straight for the hidden silver box somewhere in your shared wardrobe. When you entered the living room you noticed that Bakugo had striped down, now laying on the couch in his full glory. You made your way over to him, putting the box down on the couch table before crawling on top of him. He made you sit, his meat right between your labia, as he ground your hips onto him. Pulling you in for another kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth and once again his hands were on your ass. How he loved squeezing it, massaging it between his big hands and feeling your body shutter whenever his fingers would stroker over the rim of your ass. Bakugo flipped the two of you over, him now on top of you as his lips wandered down to your chest, licking your nipples through the lacy material, his hand opening the buttons of your body suit and exposing your wet cunt to him. He sat up, looking you up and down yet again, not able to get enough of how good you looked, he was so lucky, he thought to himself. Katsuki opened the box, roaming through the different toys before pulling out the ones he liked to use the most on you. “Ass in the air,” he ordered, pulling out the lube, dripping it on the black plug as you arched your back the way he loved it. He bit onto your left ass cheek before spitting onto your puckered hole, before you could feel the cold tip off the plug dipping into you. He twisted and turned it, not pushing it in completely but more and more every time he went in, cock throbbing whenever another moan slipped out of your mouth. With one final push the thick toy was buried snug inside of you, the dime adoring the end glowing in the red of the LED lights. Bakugo tapped on it a couple of times, wiggling it slightly looking at your glistening pussy, your wetness dripping down on the fabric beneath you. “Hands,” he tapped your back, making you fold your arms behind it as anticipation grew inside your stomach. You wouldn’t dare to be bratty with him, not now. Way too many times had it backfired badly, leaving you hanging for sometimes a whole week and you couldn’t handle that happening right now, you were going to be his good girl so he would fuck you senseless. Taking out the robes Bakugo tied your hands up, making sure they were tight enough before pulling out a paddle but deciding against it. If you were going to have an imprint on your ass then he wants it to be his hands, marking you as his in a place for only him to see. If only your friends knew how dirty you were. He held you down with his hand between your shoulders as his hands abused your jiggling ass cheeks, spanking you over and over again. He might set off his quirk on the last spank, to make sure you couldn’t sit without thinking about the way he makes you feel. Without warning he slammed into you, making you scream out his name. Bakugo pulled your body towards his with every thrust, his hand on your wrists, showing no mercy as he pounded into your cunt. He could sense you were embarrassed, biting your lip to muffle your moans, so your boyfriend pulled out completely, letting your upper body fall onto the couch. He grabbed the ball gag out of the box and pulled you up by your hair, wrapping it around your head. “None of that, you’re a filthy little whore, stop trying to hide that,” the blond kissed your forehead before returning to his previous spot. His tip dipped into your wet walls, now teasing as if to warn you not to pull anything funny anymore. He knew he made you feel good but hearing it from you spurred him on even more. The living room was one of his favorite places to fuck you as he could see watch you in the reflection of the window and right now all he could see was how he fucked you stupid. Drool dripped down your chin and chest, your tongue out as the ball wouldn’t allow you to close your mouth. He loved seeing you so stuffed, every hole used as he used you however he wanted. Bakugo pulled on your restrains harder, pulling your body flush against him so could wrap his hands around you throat, squeezing tightly, your walls around him doing the same. It was his goal to make you cum as quick as possible, as many times as he could before he would. Taking a vibrator into his other hand he pushed it down on your clit, watching your eyes grew wide. There was no doubt in his mind that you pushed yourself down on his dick even harder, chasing your second high that crashed down with in seconds. Not waiting for you to come down he pulled out your plug, slowly inserting himself where the toy was just seconds ago, the vibrator falling onto the couch as his hands gripped your waist tightly. His crimson red eyes watched his thick shaft disappearing inside of you, ass jiggling every time he was balls deep inside of your tight hole. “Fuck, you’re such a cock hungry slut, aren’t you? My good little bitch, so needy for her man to fuck her hard, hm?” he knew you couldn’t answer him, not in your current state. You looked so messy, mascara stains all over your cheeks as your tears mixed with your drool while he choked you hard enough to have you wear a turtle neck for the following days, unless you wanted everyone to know what he did. Katsuki untied your hands, pushing them down next to your head, his hands wrapped around your wrists as his body was now pressed against yours, his smell all you can register next to the extreme amount of pleasure filling every inch of your body. “Gonna cum for me again? Can you do that?” he moaned into your ear, his hips slamming into yours. All you could was hum in agreement, feeling another knot in your stomach ready to explode. The muscular man kissed up and down your neck, feeling you clench around him, legs shaky as you were barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Bakugo found the still vibrating toy, pushing it into you this time and thrusting it in and out sloppily, making you scream out his name as good as you could while coming undone yet again. He pulled out, standing up and stroking himself in front of you. “I’m not done yet, on your knees,” he ordered, pulling you down and propping you up the way he wanted. Unclasping the band that kept the ball inside your mouth he didn’t waste any time before pushing his swollen cock past your wet lips and down your throat. His hand was in your hair, pushing you down so the tip of your nose hit the skin above his meat. Bakugo thrusted in and out, your hooded eyes locked with his. All you could do is push out your tongue, knowing he loved you like that, on your knees, fucked stupid with only his dick and pleasure in your mind. The way Katsuki would grown every time he went down your throat made your pussy throb, craving more. It didn’t take long for him to pull out and cum all over your face. “Don’t swallow just yet, let me have a nice look first,” he told you, watching the vibrator slip out of your dripping cunt, your other hole clenching around nothing. He felt himself already hardening at the view again, but he had to take care of you first before making you ride him. He picked you up in his strong arms, kissing your forehead. “You did so well for me princess, I’m so proud of you, let’s get you cleaned up, sounds good?” he asked, already on his way to the bathroom. “You won’t break up with me, right?” you suddenly asked him timidly, making him chuckle, the doubts of before filling your mind. “Definitely not, I plan on doing quite the opposite of it actually,” he told you, watching you as you tried to make out what he just told you. “It means, I want to marry you dumbass, of course only if you’re up for it?” he planed on asking you tomorrow but he just couldn’t wait, the ring in his jacket basically burning a hole through the pocket. “You’re not joking, right?” you asked him as he sat you down in the bathtub, pulling you into his body so he can clean you. “No Idiot, I mean it, you’re everything I ever wanted, you’re so patient with me and so understanding and I couldn’t handle a day without you by my side, so Y/N, I’m asking you will you become Mrs. Bakugo?” “Of course!” you told him with the biggest smile he has ever seen, eyes sparkling full of love as you pulled him the best you could, wincing as the pain of your bruising asscheeks made itself noticeable. “Good, it would have been really embarrassing to return the ring tomorrow,” he told you, kissing your lips.

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

✧ Stefan Silver and Oliver Black ✧ investment manager ✧ interests: art, spirituality, shopping, romance, photography, sports, music, fitness, dancing, sex

What is this, 50 Shades of Grey? This is low-hanging fruit. That’s like the easy way out to create a storyline for a dating game. Powerful rich dude looking for – let me guess – a partner for his BDSM dream? Daddy issues en masse… Below the guide to charm him in the most efficient and fastest way.

« 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

How to read this guide

The choices are portrayed like this: A | B. The one in bold or with an exclamation mark gets you (the most) affection.

Sometimes both choices work! They get you a different dialogue from your match, but you or they give the same amount of emoji reactions, balancing everything out.

Make sure to equip the interest that is about to be unlocked when you fill up that relationship bar! That gives you 15 additional gems. Don’t accept the gems and close the app when you haven’t already.

Message me or comment below if you found something else!

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Chat History

(Misplaced dialogue 😭 ✧ I sure did! | You’re not too bad yourself.)

#1 Texting

✧ Because I’m sophisticated like you? | I’m a party ANIMAAAAL. (trust me!) → I’ve got a pretty wild imagination 😈

✧ I oversee several management firms in various sectors. → 🔥! | 😳

✧ Nothing gets me riled up like venture capital! | That sounds pretty mysterious and vague → Previous partners have attempted to blackmail and sabotage me. → 😱! | 😳

✧ Nothing gets me riled up like venture capital! | That sounds pretty mysterious and vague → That could be arranged. → 😈! | X

✧ I’ll have my helicopter pick you up. → 😍! | 😳

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#2 First Date

✧ You’re about to find out I’m full of surprises (gem choice for 150 💎) | You think I’m special? → only for boost, not worth it at all

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#3 Texting

✧ I stayed up all night trying to figure my feelings out… → 😏! | 😳

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#4 Texting

✧ 1st CG for 180 💎

✧ Ooo, yes please! | I always misbehave…

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#5 Texting

✧ Go on… (gem choice for 120 💎) | OKAY - I get the idea

✧ I just don’t do romance. → ☹️! | 🤔

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#6 Texting

✧ I promise to have an open mind. | Try me!

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#7 Texting

✧ This better be good 🤔 | Totally fine, these things happen 😊

✧ Please! I want to get to know you better 🙏 (gem scene for 150 💎) | Guess I’ll leave it alone 😬

-> Wow. Wow. You get to so much tea about him. I can’t stop saying “wow.” I chose the “how were you as a child” option. For the one emoji reaction, chose ☹️! | 😱

oh yeah you should get a swimsuit here 🎁 or was it in #6?

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#8 Texting

✧ I love being spoiled 💋 | I don’t know how to feel about this…

✧ 2nd CG for 300 💎

✧ if we keep chatting now, you’ll never come… over. -> 🍆! | 👍

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#9 Second Date

✧ Thank your FOR the gift! | Keep ‘em coming!

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#10 Texting

It’s that kind of disobedient behavior that would lead me to discipline you -> 😈! | 👍

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#11 Texting

✧ I like the sound of that! | Don’t make promises you can’t keep…

✧ Did you have a chance to do any research on the flight back? -> 🌶! | 👍

✧ Yes, Mr Silver… | But I need sarcasm to live!

✧ Maybe I can change your mind 😉 (gem choice for 120 💎) | Maybe you’re right…

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#12 Texting

✧ That sounds a lot better. | I’m still not sure…

✧ Besides, where the fun in sharing everything right away? -> 😏! | 👍

✧ I want it to be… or I’m not signing. | Fine, I won’t push it further…

-> There’s a possibility we could alter the agreement in the future. -> 🥂! | 👍

✧ I want it to be… or I’m not signing. | Fine, I won’t push it further…

-> I’ll think about it. -> 💋! | 👍

✧ 3rd CG for 300 💎

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#13 Texting & Third Date

✧ LOL I know | I do too 😏

✧ Ask for another (gem choice for 150 💎) | Ouch, I don’t like that. -> a little too short for my liking, but definitely a bit more graphic than gem scenes in other matches

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#14 Texting

✧ Of course I do. | Maybe just casually…

✧ I know my limits. -> 🙄! | 👎

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#15 Texting

✧ I can help, but you’ll have to open up more. (gem choice for 120 💎) | I don’t have the answers you need. -> 8 screens of dialogue and more omg 10000% worth it

✧ Well, I CENSORED FOR YOU'RE OWN GOOD, so hard can it be? -> 😳! | 👍 -> SOMEBODY TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS ALSO ONLY IN GEM SCENE

✧ I know it means a lot to you- -> 😍! | 👍

#16 Texting

✧ You might be scandalized, it went on ALL night. -> 😈! | 🌶

✧ How embarrassing 🫢 | I’m VERY into it 😈

✧ I am known for dramatic entrances 😎 | Phew!!! 🎉

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#17 Fourth Date

✧ Just kiss me, Stefan (gem choice for 150 💎) | Chicken out. -> only for boost. You kiss and everyone is pretending to have not seen it, but you get interrupted, such a waste ugh…

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#18 Texting

✧ Should I make an appointment to be able to see you? | It’s not a problem! You’ve got a lot on your plate | How ominous…

✧ Well, it’s about time! I thought you’d never ask! | Ooh! Let’s roleplay! I’ll be the jetsetting CEO and you can be the lover left hanging!

✧ Leaving a submissive without their dominant is never a good idea for too long -> 🙄 | 😈!

✧ Are you feeling okay? Are you sucking up to me? | Anytime I get to see you is a good time, advance notice or not | You’re already here, aren’t you? Damn it!

✧ I also had a gift prepared to sweeten the deal -> 😍! | 🤔

✧ 4th CG for 300 💎 (post got flagged bc of it so click here to see Stefan’s and Oliver’s pic)

✧ I’m looking forward to it! | Hm, I’ll have to move my schedule around a bit | You know where to find me when you want me

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#19 Texting

✧ Is it me? Am I something? 😏 | I didn’t do it!! | My bad

✧ I was saying that the playroom is yours now -> 🫢 | ❤️!

✧ Well that sounds ominous! | How thoughtful! | Do you do this for all partners?

✧ Taken over any small countries yet? | Have you had an opportunity to relax and clear your head yet? | Clearly thinking about me the whole time -> not decisive but him joking around with you actually made me laugh 🥹

✧ Tell me everything! (gem choice for 180 💎) | Don’t share anything you’re not comfortable with | I’d love to hear whatever you’re comfortable sharing about your past with me (gem choice for 120 💎)

✧ I’ve got the perfect gift in mind 😉 -> 😏! | 😮

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#20 Texting & Fifth Date

✧ Hey yourself, handsome | Who, me? | Wrong number

✧ The driver is outside waiting for you -> 👍 | 😍!

✧ Right now?? I’m naked on the couch eating oreos! | Mr. Silver, you shouldn’t have! | I prefer a windowless van to be honest

✧ I take it we’re not going to a restaurant then? | Playroom time! Yessss! 🎉 | What are we doing?

✧ The ropes. (gem choice for 210 💎) | The cuffs. (gem choice for 180 💎) | The blindfold. -> choose the streetlight system to minimize the triggering content!

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#21 Texting

✧ MC, I was wrong | I suppose that makes sense… -> 👏! | 🙄 -> depending on what you chose for the first choice

✧ Tell me what’s really going on or I’m out. (gem choice for 180 💎) | Is this where I find out you actually are a serial killer? | Just talk to me. I want to understand you. (gem choice for 150 💎) -> he’s explaining his feelings for you in typical dry Stefan-Oliver straight to the facts fashion for 7 screens

✧ I think I understand better now | You have a terrible way of showing it you really hurt me! | Do you even know what you actually want?

✧ And I need to make sure I’m doing right by you -> 😐! | 🥹

✧ I don’t know how I feel about us right now | l appreciate the apology | This is all very complicated

✧ l understand you’re in a really stressful place, but you don’t get to take it out on me | This situation sounds really difficult. I’m sorry you’re dealing with all of that | All these business issues are really going to get in the way of plotting to kill me.

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#22 Texting

✧ I really appreciate that. It means a lot to me to hear you say that | It wasn’t great, I won’t lie to you | Yes, yes, I’ll still let you carry out your devious serial killer plan, okay? 🙄

✧ I’d like to have a date with you -> 😍! | 🤔

✧ I knew there was a catch. | All I’m hearing is less prying eyes and more touching | Like, romantically secluded? Or serial killer secluded?

✧ I’ll figure out how to make it work -> 😐 | 👏!

✧ You broke the contract. I don’t know A LOT, but I know aftercare is part of it. (gem choice for 180 💎) | I’m concerned you have too much going on in your life to really build something with me | I’m done meeting your expectations. It’s time for you to meet mine (gem choice for 150 💎)

-> a lot “you’re right, I was wrong” dialogue and options to shit on him which is so satisfying

✧ What this all boils down to is the fact that you’re right, MC. -> 😄! | 🙄

✧ It makes me really happy to hear you say that! | I’m feeling really hesitant and concerned, if I’m being honest | Don’t fuck this up, Stefan

✧ I can do that | I’ll try | Yes. Mr. Silver

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#23 Texting & Sixth Date

✧ Oh right... our date | I need like 20 more minutes! | I’m ready! I think…

✧ You’re a billionaire. You could have the sexiest person in the world at will. | Of course there’s no pressure on me | Comfort was the plan!

✧ So the pressure is entirely mine, love -> 😐 | ❤️!

✧ Maybe I can.…. help get your mind off of all this? I want you, Stefan. (gem choice for 210 💎) | If it’s a distraction you're looking for, I can keep those lips occupied. (gem choice for 180 💎) | | I’m sorry this is weighing on you so much, but it makes sense.

-> soo many screens of sex and normal sex! just hot sex in the kitchen, kitchen bits, no bdsm

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#24 Texting

✧ Look who’s talking! | Hey yourself | Well hello, Mr. Silver

✧ I’ve been thinking about the offers too | I really enjoyed the date too | So a mommy kink, huh?

✧ The part that weighs on me the most is how this is going to affect things between us -> 🥹! | 😬

✧ I’ve been feeling really uncertain about us and Id like to lay everything on the table (gem choice for 180 💎) | Regardless of what you decide, I know I want to be with you. | I’ve been feeling really insecure about your step-mother’s offers. (gem choice for 150 💎)

-> again tons of dialogue

✧ I’m all ears | l used your toothbrush, I’m sorry | Well that sounds ominous

✧ I have no plans to take on another contract -> 🤔 | ❤️!

✧ I feel really good about maintaining our contract | I have my reservations, but I'm into working them out with you | Do we even still need the contract?

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#25 Texting

✧ Is for me to open up more to you, right? Talk about where I’ve been in life, where I want to go, etc. -> 👏! | 😮

✧ Oh right, yeah, that one | YES! | Don’t go getting my hopes up now

✧ 4th CG for 300 💎 -> 🥹! | 😳 (if you buy it, this unlocks a whole different dialogue! you can shit about the ugly cat. If you do, please send me some screenshots! btw I thought it was a dog)

✧ That must have been really hard to deal with | That makes total sense | At least you found your way through

✧ Without your trust and your consent, I can’t do anything at all -> 😐 | 🎉!

✧ Not at all | Yes! | I’m not sure

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#26 Texting

✧ I was just sitting here on the deck and thinking about you -> 🤔 | 🥹!

✧ Are you still on the yacht? | What deck? | You have amazingly good reception out there!

✧ That’s awesome! | She hates me now, doesn’t she? | How did it go?

✧ Okay that’s great but YOU’RE ON A YACHT AND I’M NOT. THIS IS A CRIME, SIR (gem choice for 180 💎) | Might be a popular category on some “hubs” but definitely wouldn’t look great to the public | This whole thing IS odd! It makes me feel weirdly jealous! gem choice for 150 💎) -> absolutely worth it. He flies you out, you swim together in the ocean, you have sex in the water. It’s a whole hidden chapter.

✧ Looking forward to our date, MC -> 💋! | 🙂

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#27 Texting

✧ I thought I was the only one you were giving a contract to | That sounds extra boring | Yikes, is everything okay?

✧ l’d love to, but I just finished crossing an ocean a bit ago -> 🙄 | 😭!

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#28 Texting

✧ I am kinda concerned that this is you getting cold feet | I completely understand | I’m genuinely disappointed

✧ Do you want to have a video call for a bit? -> ❤️! | 😫

✧ I’ll do you one better. I’ll strip for you. To remind you EXACTLY What you left behind. (gem choice for 210 💎) | And I get to tease you while seeing your live reaction? You can ABSOLUTELY count me in! (gem choice for 180 💎) | Sure! I’m always up for hanging out and spending time with you! What did you have in mind? -> uh it’s mostly about you making him horny but the end scene is the same for every choice. idk, not worth 210 gems

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#29 Texting

✧ Oh yeah! Yeah that too! | It really doesn't look good, honestly | I’m listening.

✧ There was no sex, nothing intimate between us in any capacity. -> 🙄 | 👏!

✧ I still feel a little weird about it all, but not as much as I did before | That’s a huge relief | You genuinely scared me

✧ You should have told me about helping her out (gem choice for 210 💎) | I’m glad she has you there as a resource to ease back into things | Can you tell me more about what coaching her looks like? I’m so new to all of this still (gem choice for 180 💎)

✧ OH MY GOSH! YES YES YES! | I’m trying to remain cautiously optimistic, but my face is doing this painful grin thing | I don’t think you’d necessarily murder me in public soo.…. sounds good to me

✧ I already love the sound of this | I hope you’re not trying to buy my affection | It better be good!

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#30 Texting

✧ Absolutely! For what? | I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for your | little excursions. | Yes yes yes!

✧ The plan is to take you out shopping, MC -> 😍! | 😮

✧ Oh boo, I’m sad you’re not going to be here | That works too! | This is so surreal…

✧ I understand! | What?? I thought billionaires can do whatever they want or something! | Okay, but I get final say on the purchases

✧ I’ll play along, because I know you like it (gem choice for 210 💎) | Not that I don’t appreciate it, but… -> you get more shopping sequences but I highly doubt that you can keep the clothes that are described, not even shown. absolutely not worth it

✧ clothing item 🎁 (silver bracelet for 60 💎)

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#32 Texting & Seventh Date

✧ I’m looking for a devastatingly ravishing companion to escort me to this rather significant executive gala -> 🤔 | 😍!

✧ Starting with the compliments already?? 🫢 | If you’re happy being accompanied by a dumpster fire instead, then yes! | Why, of course I would, Mr. Silver. It would be an honor!

✧ Then you should also know how much Stefan values his privacy. (gem choice for 240 💎) | Let me stop you right there. I have no interest in hooking up with you. (gem choice for 210 💎) | This is entirely inappropriate.

-> only for boost

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#33 Texting

✧ That’s so sweet! | OH MY GOSH. THEY LIKE ME BETTER THAN YOU | Why do you sound so surprised??

✧ Don’t look at ME! | No way! I know what’s on the line! | Not that I can remember…?

✧ l apologize for insinuating and implying you would do anything to hurt me or what we have -> ❤️! | 🙄

✧ I totally understand | I forgive you, but not cool | You’re not allowed to panic! I’M panicking!

✧ 6th GC for 330 💎

-> with repeated dialogue. I swear we’ve had the talk about shibari and what not already for free

✧ clothing item 🎁 (yellow jumpsuit for 330 💎)

✧-✧-✧

#34 Texting & Eighth Date

✧ Can I see you? -> 😫 | 😍!

✧ Right now?? | OMG YES! | Uhh…

✧ Stealthily have sex in the spa. (gem choice for 240 💎) | Makeout in hot tub. (gem choice 210 💎) | Kiss him back softly, but break the kiss. Time to go!

-> for a hot Stefan/Oliver scene kinda disappointed. Normally their scenes are on point, especially the normal dialogues in the chat. Hm… still public sex so 6.5/10

✧ Hold on to it. We’ll put it to good use next time. | I’ll grab it from you next time I come over. | Feel free to use some! It smells great!

✧-✧-✧

#35 Texting

✧ Wooooooow! Haven’t heard that one in a long time! | So can I unmatch you at this point or? | Lmaooooo cute

✧ OMG, I love surprises! | Uh oh, l hate surprise… | Go on…

✧ 7th CG for 330 💎 -> 😳 | 🔥!

✧ Uh, that doesn’t sound good | In a good way, I hope! | Like.…. what?

✧ Your openness and willingness to learn is always really exciting and refreshing to me -> 🥹! | 😐

✧-✧-✧

#36 Texting

✧ Oh, I know, don’t worry | That’s really reassuring, thank you | I’m not sure I’m comfy safewording out of something that's been planned in such detail

✧ But I didn’t -> 🙄 | 🙏!

✧ The only thing left I need is you | I can’t think of anything else! | A clown that makes balloon animals?

✧-✧-✧

#37 Texting & Ninth Date

✧ I’m really nervous | Yes! I’m excited! | Remind me what we're doing again?

✧ It’s really really important to me that you’re comfortable the entire way through this, MC -> 🥹! | 😬

✧ I’m feeling good about this. I want to keep going with the threesome. (gem choice for 210 💎) | Honestly, I’m not feeling any of this. I just want to cuddle with you | I’m not comfortable with a threesome. I want it to just be the two of us. (gem choice for 180 💎)

-> bro. I first hated the thought of a meddling counterpart route again but here, ambassador doesn’t have any romantic interest in you, just sexual. he’s a fucking sub dude, you can do whatever your match has been doing to you. It’s like you’ve unlocked a whole ‘nother chapter, not just dialogue. it’s fantastic. Wow. Replayed it like 7 times.

✧-✧-✧

Full Relationship Bar

-> idk how many times you have to fill up the bar to get this CG, but I assume you must spend tons of gems, buying his CGs n shit

✧-✧-✧

#38 Texting

✧ Oh man. I LOVE conversations that start out so ominously. | Time for a serious talk, got it. So what’s up? | Let me guess, you’ve changed my kidnapping plan! Warehouse wasn’t available?

✧ Yeah. I remember those conversations | I don’t know if I like where this is going | You’re about to break things off with me, aren’t you?

✧ Contract or no contract. I don’t care. Whatever leads to you -> 😳 | 😍!

✧ I’ve been waiting for you to say those words (gem choice for 210 💎) I really like the idea of us being exclusive 😊 | I can be a lot to handle! Might wanna keep the Ambassador on stand by 😂 (gem choice for 180 💎)

-> overwhelmingly short but so satisfying if you’re a real fan, FINALLY UGH

✧-✧-✧

#39 Texting & Tenth Date

✧ If you want to | Yes, you can. And you should | If you have to ask.

✧ I’ll come by your place -> 🎉! | 😮

✧ sex scene (gem choice for 240 💎) | something else (gem choice for 210 💎) | free choice im sorry I didn’t screenshot it

-> normal sex in your bedroom idk lacked the emotion after meeting for the first time as an offices couple. Actually not worth it

✧ I love you too | Please be careful! | Come back to me soon.

✧-✧-✧

[ Stefan and Oliver will be offline for a while. ]

#kikkis.guides #lovelink guides #stefan silver #oliver black #lovelink oliver #lovelink stefan #ludia lovelink #lovelink #he was my first match when i reinstalled the app after the first time. matched up with salvatore right after that. powerful white men *sigh #kikkis.swiping #kikkis.stuff

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drabblingdraco · 4 years

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✬Arranged✬ Draco Malfoy X Reader (Request)

This is a request I received!

"Hello! I would love if you wrote something around reader and draco being forced into an arranged marriage by their parents. They hate each other at first because draco used to bully/insult her in school, they're constantly at each other's thoughts at first but then they begin to not mind each other's company... idk if that makes sense feel free to ask any questions. if you don't mind writing it I would love you see your take on it ❤️ oh and maybe the reader would fit the whole pureblood Slytherin comes from a wealthy family thing too. Something like that..."

I’ve read various imagines with a similar plot, but here’s my take on it! If you’d like a Part 2, let me know! I love this story line

Warning: swearing, slightly mean/bully Draco

Very long like 2k oops

Draco's POV:

I was awoken by the sound of Father walking in to my bedroom. He told me I needed to get up and ready for the day, as the (y/l/n)'s were coming. I ran my fingers through my hair, stressing over the fact I had to see (y/n) again. I couldn't stand being in the same room as her. She made me feel emotions I refused to let out. Although we were arranged to be married, I would never let her in my head. She wasn't getting anywhere near my vulnerability. I looked up at Father as he walked towards my bed, grabbing my chin.

"Son, you know how important this is. She's one of the only good pure bloods your age. Not to mention her great, great grandfather was the founder of Slytherin house. Don't fuck this up, Draco." He spat his last sentence before exiting.

I sighed, getting out of bed. My warm feet adjusted to the cold temperature of the wood floor. I went into my closet and picked out my usual attire: an emerald button up, black slacks and black laced dress shoes. I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I combed my hair back to a suitable placement. After spritzing some cologne on my neck, I saw a silver town car pull up outside the window.

(y/n)'s POV:

As the car came to a stop, I sighed while slouching in my seat. I could see Draco peering out the window pane. I wasn't looking forward to spending another day at the Malfoy's, yet again. I've been coming to the Manor my whole life. I knew the Malfoy's like the back of my hand, except Draco. He repeatedly threw his aggression towards me. Every time we spoke, one of my flaws came up in conversation. He always pointed out the (y/birthmark) on my (y/body part).

"Out the car now darling, time to see your fiancé."

"Mother please stop calling him that."

"Why? He is your betrothed after all." She grinned.

I rolled my eyes. After all these years, I still can't imagine being married to that foul mouth. I wanted to marry someone I loved, like my parents. But all they cared about was the Malfoy’s and keeping their great image in the wizarding world.

I stepped out of the car and mother shouted at me from the other side. "Go ahead inside love, I'll meet you in there." She had a slight smirk across her lips. I was suspicious, but not enough to ask questions.

I make my way up the grand stairs, Narcissa waited for me in the doorway.

"Hello dear! Delighted to see you again." She gave me a hug and a peck on the head.

"Draco will be down in just a minute- DRACO!" She smiled. I internally groaned.

A figure came walking down the spiral staircase. His hair was placed just right, making his piercing grey eyes stand out. His sleeves were cuffed right above his wrists, the green really accentuated his skin tone. I quickly shook myself out of admiration coma.

"Draco." I said with a straight face.

"(y/n).." he replied.

"Draco, why don't you take her to the gardens while your father gets her trunks?"

"Trunks? What do you mean?"

Narcissa looked confuzzled. "Oh dear, don't know you? You're staying at the manor for a short while."

My eyes went wide, "What?"

"WHAT?!" Draco grasped the railing of the stairs, the veins on his hand popping out as he strained against the wood.

"Draco! Behave yourself," Narcissa gritted through her teeth, she turned to me smiling.

"I don't have any clothes," I stammered, trying to make up excuses to avoid my dreadful stay.

"Yes you do!" Mother said, walking through the door.

I turned to face her with stink eyes, "is there a reason you didn't tell me I had to stay here with this twat?!" I motioned to Draco.

"And you didn't tell me this bloody-" Draco shouted at Narcissa, but she quickly stopped him.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence."

There was a brief, awkward moment of silence between the four of us.

"My love, it's time you got a taste of the married life," she grasped my shoulder shaking me subtly. "After all, you are older now and soon enough, you'll officially be husband and wife."

"But mother! I-"

"No buts! Now I really must be going. I have to meet your father at the council meeting, but enjoy yourself! I packed you enough clothes for a few weeks, so you're all set dear." She kissed me on the cheek as I stood there, dumbfounded.

"Goodbye darling!" She shouted as Lucious shut the door behind her, exiting the manor.

I turned around to face the two Malfoys that stood before me. How could she just dump me here? And for weeks? It's bad enough she married me off before I could even breathe. There's no way I would be able to last that long here with Draco. I look at both him and Narcissa, he looked enraged and I couldn't blame him.

"Now take a walk in the gardens, get some fresh air." She stated as a command rather than a question.

We both looked at each other with disgust, but we followed her wishes and headed towards the courtyard. We walked in silence for quite awhile. It was a cumbersome stroll, he wouldn't look me in the eyes or even my direction. I shouldn't be surprised, he was always like this, but something was different. He seemed tense, like he was holding something back. I tried to enjoy myself as if he wasn't there, admiring the lilies and pansies scattered perfectly symmetrical. Unfortunately my eyes kept falling back on him. His tapered slacks rested right above his matte dress shoes. The way his shirt grasped his frame. I felt a chill going down my spine. I adjusted my cardigan, wrapping it tightly around my chest. For some reason this got his attention and he whipped his view towards me.

"Don't tell me you're cold?" He scoffed, scrunching his nose.

"Is there a problem with feeling normal human reactions?" I spat.

He laughed, "just find it rather odd you'd wear such a short skirt on a day like this."

I shook my head in anger. It was typical he pointed out something to do with my attire. "It's summer Malfoy..what, would you rather I wear jeans and sweat like a pig?" Looking me up and down, his eyes lingering at the hem of my skirt.

He ignored my words and continued to walk faster, heading back to the manor. I scoffed and continued at my pace, in no rush to go back inside with that jackoff.

I closed the door to the courtyard and locked it. My eyes traveled around the room, I remembered memories from my childhood, when Draco was actually pleasant towards me and didn't act like a dick. We used to play with fake wands and babble made up spells to each other. I snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Narcissa approaching.

"Why don't you come have some tea? I just brewed a pot." I nodded and followed her to the dining room.

I sat down in one of the many chairs seated at the table. A minute later she came back with a kettle and two dark green teacups with silver snakes on them. Typical Slytherins, but I was one to talk. We chatted a bit about how I've been since we last saw one another, even though it was only a mere three weeks ago. Then we diverted to the subject of Hogwarts. She went on about Dumbledore and how Lucious couldn't stand him. At this point, who didn't know about his vendetta against him.

After a few hours of conversing, she said she was tired and was heading to bed.

"You'll stay in Draco's room this evening."

"Um, are you sure? Can't I stay in the guest room?"

"Oh..the guest room is being..remodeled at the moment. Draco knows of the arrangements. I assure you dear, don't worry about about a thing. Sweet dreams." And with that, she left me standing in the dining room.

I clenched my fist together, wanting nothing more than to obliviate myself and forget everything that was happening, but alas, I couldn't go through with it. Like the kind, forced houseguest I was, I took the teacups and kettle back into the kitchen to be cleaned when I ran into Dobby.

"Hello Dobby how are you?"

"Hello Miss (y/n), you're always so worried about Dobby, it warms my heart. Dobby's keeping his feet on the ground. Dobby keeps hearing things from Mr. Draco about you."

"I'm sorry but I thought I just heard you saying Draco's been talking about me.."

"Oh dear, Dobby has said too much! Bad Dobby." He reached for the teacup but I stopped him before he could.

"Don't hurt yourself, it'll only make me sad, and I know you hate to see me that way." I bat my lashes.

"Sorry Miss (y/n)..since I've already said too much...Mr. Draco talks about you nicely. He likes your (y/h/c) hair and the way your nose scrunches when you're laughing. Dobby hears him talk to Mr. Crabbe and Goyle about these things and much more.." He shyly looks away, looking up the stairs towards Draco's room.

"Hey, hey, I won't tell him. (y/n) keeps secrets Dobby tells her." I smiled at him.

"Thank you Miss, Dobby likes you much more than his masters."

"I like you more than them too." I gave him a peck on the head and went up the staircase.

I trailed down the hall towards his room. The halls were dimly lit by small candles on the walls, as well as moving paintings on the walls of their family tree. I arrived outside his bedroom, scared out of my mind to knock, but I brought myself to do so. Shortly after knocking, he opened the door to his bedroom. I stood there admiring his night clothes; a fitted white v-neck tee shirt and boxer shorts.

"Are you just going to stand there like a git and gawk or come in?" He smirked.

"I- Uh- Coming in." I slipped past him and stood there, unsure of my next move.

"It's getting late," he shut the door behind him. "You should put on some more comfortable clothing to sleep in."

"Right..oh, my trunk is downstairs. I should go get-"

"It's right here," he pointed towards it. "I brought it up a little bit ago. Didn't want to risk you breaking a nail, I'd never hear the end of it."

I scoffed, walking towards my case. I unbuckled the clasps and opened it to find clothing that didn't belong to me, or so I thought."

I've bought you some more appropriate dressings for your stay with Draco. Enjoy them, I know he will too.

-Mother

I was taken aback by her note. It's like she's asking me to fuck him, and we're not even married yet. She's already desperate for grandchildren, I thought to myself. I rummaged through my new wardrobe and ogled in shock. Lingerie, bodycon dresses, even shorter skirts. Are mothers supposed to be like this?

I picked the least revealing item I could find to sleep in. It was a silk green nightgown with lace detailing on the chest, lingering a little too low on the chest for my liking..but it was the only thing that didn't expose my entire body. I grabbed my toiletry bag and my feet brought me to the bathroom. I peeled off my current attire and put on a new set of panties along with my nightgown. I brushed my hair up in a ponytail and brushed my teeth. Gathering my belongings, I slowly walked out of the bathroom and locked eyes with Draco. Now he was the one gawking at me.

"I know I'm always being a dick but..you look dashing (y/n), really." He said shyly, looking down at his feet as he sat on the bed.

"Thanks..." I wasn't sure how to respond.

I put my dirty clothes and bag on top of my trunk. I scratched the side of my arm in nervousness, not knowing how the sleeping arrangements were going to work, although I had an idea. There was nothing else to sleep on besides Draco's bed. He stared at me with anticipation as if he was waiting for me to join him.

I proceeded to the opposite side of the bed. I peeled back the sheets on my side, snaking my legs underneath. Draco still sat in his place, shifting a bit, but stayed in his current position. I laid down, facing his direction, closing my eyes. Maybe if I kept them closed long enough, I'd eventually fall into a deep slumber without any further conversing with Draco.

I felt the sheets ruffle as he too laid down, I couldn't tell if he was facing my direction or not, but I ignored it. I adjusted my pillow to a more comfortable position. We both laid there, within the same vicinity, completely silent. After a few moments, I peaked my eyes open ever so slightly to find a pair of silver eyes looking deep into my soul. I shuttered, unaware of the fact he was staring at me. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Couldn't help myself."

"Couldn't help what?" I asked in confusion.

"Having the pleasure of looking at you," he licked his lips.

"I don't think I understand.."

"My god (y/n)...I never took you for dumb."

I raised an eyebrow, "how am I dumb?"

"Because you can't see it," he paused. "You can't see how madly I'm in love with you...and you can't tell me you don't feel the same." He reached for me chin, grasping it ever so slightly.

I didn't dislike his touch. His hands were ice, melting on my warm skin. His thumb caressed my jaw, heading towards my lips.

"I- I will admit..I do have f-feelings for you, I've been suppressing them..but you make it very convincing that you have a..distaste for me. Ever since we were young.."

"I don't think you understand the common thing about us males...we tease the ones we love," he chuckled.

Not knowing what the hell came over me, I forcibly grabbed his face and slammed my hungry lips onto his.

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purrincess-chat · 3 years

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH22

And we’re back! Chapters will resume posting on Fridays both here on tumblr and on AO3 (linked below). I hope you’re ready for the second half of this story. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that are different from last time, so I hope you all enjoy it!

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Chapter 22: Mean

Marinette chewed her lip, picking at the hem of her shirt. She’d been too nervous to sleep, and the coffee she drank on the way to the hotel made her jittery. Clara and her manager flipped through her designs, the silence eating away at Marinette’s composure. Did Clara like them? Hate them? Had Marinette let her down? Why wasn’t she saying anything?

Clara glanced up at Marinette, a smile curling on her lips. She stood up with an amused giggle and took Marinette’s hands. “Oh, Marinette, you can chill. These designs really fit the bill. Choosing you was in good taste. Eloise, send these to my tailor, posthaste.” Clara winked, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Truly, great work, Marinette. I love them.”

“I’m glad. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” Marinette bowed.

“Although your formality is rather cutesy, there’s no need since you and I are friends, you see.” She spun Marinette around and pulled her in for a hug. “I felt a connection with you right away. If you ever need anything, you just have to say.”

Marinette’s chest swelled as Clara pulled away and brushed her nose with a finger.

“Eloise, write a check for her beautiful mind.” Clara ordered, pacing over to the piano. “I’ve got an idea for a new song that will be simply divine!”

Clara’s manager tore a check from her book and handed it to Marinette as Clara began to pluck at the piano. Marinette did a double-take to make sure the decimal was in the right place, but before she could protest, Clara’s security guard ushered her out.

“Goodbye, my dearest friend. I’ll miss you until we meet again!” Clara blew a kiss.

As the door closed behind her, Marinette glanced down at the check, heart pounding. Clara liked her designs! She considered Marinette a friend! Oh, she’d love to see the look on Lila’s face the day Clara walked the red carpet in Marinette’s dress.

“I’m so proud of you, Marinette!” Tikki said as Marinette tapped the button for the elevator. “You worked really hard, and it paid off.”

“I’m just happy that Clara liked my designs. It’s not about the money for me. I want to design clothes that make people feel good,” she said, stepping onto the elevator. “I can’t wait to tell everyone over tea this afternoon!”

“Will there be cookies at the tea party?” Tikki asked.

Marinette shot her a knowing smile and brushed her kwami’s nose with one finger. “Control that sweet tooth of yours.”

“I want to celebrate your accomplishments!” Tikki shot back indignantly. “If there happens to be cookies there, then so be it.”

“Tell you what,” Marinette said as the elevator dinged on the first floor. “I told everyone to come over at 2. Why don’t you and I celebrate now? Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Tikki perked up, ducking down into her purse. Marinette shut the clasp as she paced out the front doors of the hotel. Pulling out her phone to see where Andre was stationed today, she failed to look up as she rounded the corner and collided with another person.

“Sorry!” she gasped as they both stumbled backward, but upon seeing the face of her victim, her face hardened.

“Finally apologizing for trying to upstage me? It’s about time,” Lila said.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you. Nothing else.” Marinette rolled her eyes and stepped around her.

“So, you’re not sorry for abandoning all of your friends then? For turning your back on Alya?” Lila asked.

Marinette’s hands balled into fists, but she didn’t stop. “Alya made her choice.”

“And she chose me over you.” Lila smirked. “She even got us matching bff necklaces. She’s so sweet.”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your genuine friendship built on honesty and trust will last a lifetime.” Marinette retorted.

“I’m just glad she finally deleted her blog dedicated to that insect. She has so much more time on her hands to do all of my work,” Lila said. “You know, I’m class representative now since you deserted your post.”

Marinette bit her lip hard. Lila was taunting her, and she knew it. How could anyone be this vindictive? Marinette had always known Lila was evil, but she really had a way of one-upping herself. Marinette made a promise with Adrien to stay out of it, but no matter how far she ran, Lila was always right behind her.

Marinette spun around with a sharp retort on her tongue, but a silver limo pulling up to the curb cut her off. She half expected blond hair to pop out, but to her surprise, it was Martin who appeared.

“Hey, Marinette. I saw you walking, so I had my driver pull over.” He flicked his gaze between them. “Do you and your friend need a ride?”

“Ha! She and I will never be friends. I have much better taste,” Lila said.

Martin eyed Marinette, eyebrows knitting together when she shifted her weight.

“Then if you don’t mind, please leave her alone. She’s my friend,” he requested.

“You don’t want to be friends with a loser like her. I’m the great-granddaughter of world-famous piano player, Victor Laurent,” she said, fluffing her hair. Her sinister smile said that she’d taken all of Marinette’s friends once, and she’d do it again.

“Victor Laurent didn’t have any children. He died alone at the age of 72 from pneumonia…” Martin tilted his head to one side. “And anyway, Marinette’s great-uncle is a world-famous chef with his own brand of cookware—my mom loves his knives. Not to mention she knows Jagged Stone and is good friends with Adrien Agreste. She has a lot of connections.”

Marinette stifled a laugh as Lila gasped in offense. Martin blinked in confusion as Lila stalked off with a huff, glaring over her shoulder at them.

“Who was that girl?” he asked.

“One of the worst human beings you’ll ever meet,” Marinette replied. When Martin seemed confused, she added, “It’s a long story. I was actually on my way to get some ice cream. Wanna come?”

“Sure.”

Andre was in Marinette’s favorite spot in the Trocadero—a fitting compensation for the unpleasant encounter they’d just had. They found a bench, ice cream cones in hand, and Marinette flopped onto it with a sigh. Lila was insufferable, but Marinette wasn’t going to let it spoil her day. Clara liked her designs. Nothing else mattered.

“So, that’s the girl who turned all of your friends against you?” Martin asked, and Marinette nodded. “Wow. No wonder you changed schools. I would have changed cities.”

“I thought about it.” Marinette took a spoonful of ice cream. “She’s super manipulative, and if you side against her, she does everything in her power to ruin your life.”

“She sounds like Gabrielle just without the muscle, but at least we don’t have to put up with her now that her family’s bankrupt,” Martin said.

“Yeah…” Marinette lowered her gaze. “I bet you were really happy when you found out about Gabrielle.”

Martin shrugged. “I’m glad she doesn’t pick on everyone anymore, but I can’t imagine losing everything. I feel kinda bad for her… Is that weird?”

“I don’t think so,” Marinette said. “Actually, I feel the same way. No one deserves to go through that.” She pursed her lips, jabbing her ice cream with the spoon. “I’m surprised you of all people don’t hate her. She was the worst to you.”

“I try not to hate anyone,” Martin said around a bite. “I think everyone has good inside them deep down, and with the right influence, anyone can change if they want to.”

“So, you think Gabrielle could be a good person?” she asked.

“Well, sure. Why not?” Martin quirked a brow.

Marinette eyed him, a small smile curling on her lips. She sat up and turned to face him.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, but Gabrielle and I are kind of friends now. I think…” Marinette admitted. “I haven’t told anyone because of everything, but I think you’re right. Anyone can be nice if they want to be, even Gabrielle.” When Martin seemed stunned, she curled her shoulders and added, “Do you hate me?”

Martin’s face softened, and he shook his head. “Of course not! I could never hate you.” He assured her. “I think it’s good. If anyone can help Gabrielle find the light inside of her, it’s you, Marinette.”

She leaned back on the bench with a smile, the spring sun warming her cheeks. Winter was over, leaving the cold and dreary behind. Nature was turning over new leaves. A fresh start, just like Marinette wanted. She took a deep breath, picturing all of the good things in her life. Adrien, Macy, Eliott, Martin, Gabrielle. Chloe, weirdly. Her parents, Tikki, Master Fu, Chat Noir, Clara. New opportunities. New beginnings.

She exhaled, letting all of the negative flow out with her breath. Lila had no power over her anymore, and after two months of running, Marinette was finally free.

♪♫♪ Cruel Summer ♪♫♪

Marinette hummed jovially, the heat from the tea kettle on the stove warming her arms. Her friends would be over soon to celebrate her presentation. After her run-in with Lila earlier, Martin dropped her off at home, where her dad made special macarons for their celebration. Talking to Martin eased her nerves, and Lila’s empty threats were far from her mind. Today she was celebrating.

It was the first time her new friends were coming to hang out at her house. After seeing all of their extravagant homes, Marinette might have felt self-conscious about her family’s tiny apartment, but her friends never gave her reason to worry. If only Adrien were joining them, but he was busy with a photoshoot. He promised to make it up to her, which had her head swimming with possibilities. Oh, she hoped whatever he had in mind involved kissing. Three almosts was driving her wild. Would she ever get to kiss those perfect lips?

And what were they now? Were they dating? Marinette didn’t know for sure, but they had to be pretty close, right? Adrien was so bold with her lately, complimenting her, touching her face, her hair, her hands… One of these days she’d snatch those lips down to hers if he didn’t kiss her soon. Kissing Adrien—the thought alone made her melt.

She wanted to hear his voice, but did she dare call him? He probably wouldn’t answer since he never brought his phone to photoshoots—always so professional. Then again, she could listen to his really cute voicemail… And she still hadn’t told him how her presentation went. Maybe she’d leave him a message. Girlfriends were allowed to do that, right? Oh god, Adrien’s girlfriend! She’d have to get used to calling herself that. Okay, no more stalling. New beginnings. Marinette wasn’t going to second-guess herself anymore. She was going to charge forward with confidence!

Pressing the call button, she chewed her lip with a giggle. This was really happening! One cute voicemail, then the next time they saw each other, she was going to kiss Adrien on the lips. Then they’d become boyfriend and girlfriend, date throughout the rest of collége and lycée, go off to university and get married, have 3 kids, and a hamster named-

Wait!

What was she going to say in the voicemail? She didn’t know how to be cute and flirty! Every time she tried, she ended up rambling about her toothbrush or falling down stairs. She needed to write a script. Abort! Abort!

“Missing me already?”

Marinette’s heart skipped at Adrien’s flirtatious lilt.

“Adrien! You answered,” she gasped.

“You called me, and you’re surprised I picked up?” he chuckled.

“Well, I thought you had a photoshoot, I was just going to leave a message,” Marinette said.

“I just got done with makeup, so I have a few minutes. I was actually thinking of calling you,” he said. “I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

“No worries. I understand.” She assured him.

“I take it your presentation went well?”

“Yeah! That’s what I was calling to tell you. Clara loved my designs! I’ve never been so happy.” Marinette paced the length of her living room, biting back a smile. “I ran into Lila as I was leaving, but not even she could ruin my mood.”

“Whoa, wait! You ran into Lila?” Adrien asked.

“Ugh, yeah, but it was fine. Martin swooped in before she got me too riled up. She even tried to lie him out of backing me up, but he totally called her out. I’ve never seen her pout so hard.” When Adrien remained quiet on the other end, she added, “I’m fine, really. I’m not going to let her bother me anymore. This thing with Clara could open up a lot of opportunities for me.”

“I guess you’re right. Lila only wishes she were half as talented as you. You’re amazing, Marinette,” Adrien said, bringing a familiar warmth to her cheeks. “They’re ready for me on set, so I have to go.”

Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to tell you the good news, and…talk for a minute.”

“You can interrupt me anytime. I’m always happy to hear your voice,” he said. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Marinette bit back a smile.

“Oh, and congratulations! You deserve it, Marinette.”

Marinette hung up with a dreamy sigh, hugging her phone to her chest. She was going to replay that conversation in her head for the rest of the evening. Before she could get lost in her lovestruck daydreams, the doorbell rang.

“Congratulations!” Macy hugged Marinette’s neck the moment she opened the door. “Oh, I knew she was going to love them!”

“Uh, I think you’re choking her.” Martin pointed out, and Macy let go.

“Sorry! But you did it! A major celebrity is going to wear your designs to an official awards show. That’s huge!” Macy squealed. “Oh! Is this your living room? It’s so cozy!”

As Macy pushed past Marinette into the apartment, Martin presented her with a bouquet of flowers.

“We picked these up for you on the way.”

“Thanks! That’s so sweet.” Marinette gestured him in, moving to find a vase in the kitchen. “Where’s Eliott?”

“He’ll be here soon. He was auditioning for another play today, so he’s running late,” Macy explained. “Your house is so cute! Did you make these pillows?”

“Uh, yeah. They were one of the first things I learned how to sew,” Marinette said, filling a vase in the sink. “My dad made macarons, and I’m making tea if you want any.”

Martin helped himself, taking a seat at the table, but Macy moved over to the bookcase to look at their family photos. Marinette set the vase in the middle of the table and grabbed the cups from the cupboard.

“Are you feeling better now?” Martin asked while she set the table. “I mean, after running into that girl earlier?”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, surprised by how much she meant it. “I’m not worried about her anymore. I’m fine.”

Martin relaxed. “Good. You seem happier now than when you first came to school,” he said. “I could tell how sad you were, even when you were smiling.”

Marinette grabbed the kettle from the stove and pursed her lips.

“I guess I’m not as good at hiding as I thought.” She laughed bitterly. “It’s been hard, but I’m really lucky to have people that support me. I have you all to thank for that.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?” Martin smiled, an expression Marinette returned.

“Right.”

“Marinette? Is this you?” Macy held up a baby picture. “You were so cute!”

Marinette’s cheeks burned, but before she could snatch the photo away from her, the front door flew open. Eliott burst in, hair disheveled and eyes wide with panic.

“Eliott? What’s-” Macy started.

“I need help!”

#mdcspr #my writing

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unrelenting-jazz-hands · 3 years

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There's paperwork and everything, that's my weirdo.

They both think its a stupid idea at first. Big, fussy weddings are a waste of energy, time, and money. They don't need to make some big announcement about it, they already know they're committed to each other.

But then they realized they can put anything they want on the gift registry. There isn't a law that says it can only be shit from Bed, Bath & Beyond. It could be a new microscope, a year's worth of tea, or a non-flammable waffle iron.

Hange thinks of how it would be great time to make Levi dance and take cute pictures. Levi knows how happy a wedding would make his mom. He also sometimes thinks about how beautiful Hange would look with white flowers in her hair and how she would smile before he leans in to kiss her.

He kind of likes the idea of saying ‘that’s legally my weirdo.’

But they hum and hah over the idea, going back and forth between the pros and cons of the concept of marriage. Hange has made more than a few diagrams and slide shows. Levi nods during her presentations, taking notes. They both learn a lot about the history of the modern concept of marriage in their part of the world. Hange digs around to learn about marriage through the lenses of different fields. She likes to have the whole enchilada before making big decisions. As she puts it, you can't make sound decision before there's a whole lot of enchiladas cookin' in the kitchen.

There isn’t anything wrong with the idea of them getting married, but nothing ever gets decided.

Then one day, Levi is walking through downtown Sina, to pick something up for Kuchel, when he pauses at a window. There, on a plastic hand, is the first ring he has ever seen that might just be able to survive Hange. He goes inside and stands there, looking nervous and uncomfortable, until a sales assistant asks if he would like to look at something. He hopes he doesn't sound as unsure as he feels when he asks about the ring in the 3rd window.

The sales assistant nods and asks what he likes about it, he laughs and says it looks hard to break. She smiles and leads him to a table.

It's even prettier up close, he realizes, as he holds in between his fingers. Beautiful and sturdy, not unlike the person who's finger this ring would sit beautifully on.

Hange is messy, loud, and enthusiastic about everything; she can't enter a room without drawing attention or leave a room like she found it. But she is so kind, caring, and gentle (and patient, and funny, and brave, and brilliant). She sparkles all day and smolders during the night. He smiles to himself and imagines her waving happily at him with this ring on her finger.

xxx

He walks out of the store an hour or so later, hands a little clammy. Inside of his pocket there is a small maroon box and a stack of warranty papers. Inside the box there is a silver ring with small sparkling diamonds set flush into the band; nothing to get broken off or snagged on something. It has small indents along one side, where another ring will go, fitting together like a puzzle piece. They can choose the next band together and get a matching one for him. He stops mid-step in the middle of the street, looking more constipated than usual.

Fuck. He's going to ask Hange to marry him.

xxx

Hange looks beautiful that evening. Its a warm summer night and Levi had dinner ready for when she got home. Her favourite meal, drinks, and music were ready to go. He was wearing a nice pair of pants, and the third shirt of the day (he sweat through the other two). She gets home and he's at the door, drink in hand, to kiss her hello. She looks over his shoulder at the patio he spent hours setting up, her eyes widen and a small smile creeps onto her lips.

He's really sweating now.

He shoves the drink into her hand and directs her to the stairs, saying to go put something nice on. If he's going to do this whole thing than they better be able to get some good photos out of it.

He's pouring himself another pina colada (her favourite) when she walks into the kitchen. She's wearing one of her brightly-coloured jumpsuits that she breaks out every summer (this one is held up by straps that tie over her shoulders, and he's had a lot of fun untying them on various occasions).

Barefoot, hair down, and smiling brightly; she lights up even more when she sees the pina colada cups filled up to the brim (they bought them last summer and she insists it makes the drinks taste different).

xxx

Dinner went smoothly, he tells himself. She's chatting happily about work as they sit around the little patio table. Dinner was finished. Time for dessert. Shit. Shit, fucking shit.

He stands abruptly, which makes her pause and raise an eyebrow. He excuses himself, grumbling something about dessert, and rushes back to the kitchen.

Shit. Shit. Ok, its time. His hands are shaking as he takes the little box out of his pocket. He opens it one last time to check that the ring is still there, still in one piece, before placing it in the middle of a tray. It's surrounded with the assortment of pavlovas he spent a good portion of the afternoon baking (they're Hange's favourite). He carefully places a white bowl overtop of the box and then places another bowl, right-side up, on top. He fills it with blueberries, with a mint sprig on top. Beside it, a bowl of whipped cream and two spoons.

Alright. The plan:

1) Put the tray down.

2) When she goes to mix everything in one bowl (like she always does) ask her to pass you the other bowl.

3) She lifts up the bowl and then bam. There's the box.

4) You take the box, get down on one knee, and open the box.

5) "Will you marry me?"

He's run through this a hundred times. He can do it. This is going be fine. He looks outside at Hange, who is facing away from him, head tilted back to look at the sky. He gulps. Game time.

He walks outside, curses as he almost trips (his life flashes before his eyes), but makes it to the table in one piece.

He sets the tray down before taking a seat and proceeds to stare at his hands. She tilts her head to the side and asks if he's ok. You look unwell, are you feeling ok? What did you eat for lunch?

He waves his hand, stammers out an unconvincing excuse, and motions for her to help herself. Hange raises an eyebrow at him but then shrugs and turns her attention to the plate in front of her. She starts to mix everything and Levi's mind goes blank. He can hear her begin to chat in the background but he can't move his body.

He has found himself in some scary situations before, but this was the most terrified he's ever felt. He looks like it.

But before she has the time to ask if he's ok or reach over to place a gentle hand on his cheek, he blurts out that she's hogging the whipped cream and to pass him the bowl already.

No, not that bowl. The other bowl. No, the one under the blueberries.

She lifts the bowl, eyes glued to his face. She doesn't see it, she's still staring at him. His mouth is open, he's staring at her, and he feels like the world's stupidest piece of shit. He shuts his mouth, and clears his throat. She looks at him like he's losing it, and maybe he is.

Fuck. She's looking down now. She's looking down at the tray. Fuck she sees the box. Oh shit, she sees the box.

He stands up, almost tripping over his feet, and grabs the box a little more aggressively than he planned.

For a minute he's just standing there, holding the box. But then she looks at him with those damned brown eyes; they're wide and sparkling... but there is a hint of fear there too.

She looks nervous, he thinks to himself. She hasn't been practicing for this all week and she doesn't know what's going to happen. Neither of you know what's going to happen tomorrow, or in the next year, or in the next 50 years. But... facing the next 50 years with this brave, fierce, kind, loyal, clever, funny, beautiful person would be the best thing Levi could think of.

He feels himself relax and smile softly. He kisses her forehead before kneeling down. He wonders if she can hear his heart beating loudly, and she wonders if he can hear hers.

Now he's down on one knee. Levi looks up at the person he loves most, the person who makes the sun warm and the sky blue. This is the person that helps ground him when his brain gets stuck in a painful loop about some stain or imaginary dust, that tells him when he needs to apologize, laughs at his stupid jokes, lights up his life, and holds him tightly when he wakes up from a nightmare.

He wants to always help her do her laundry, remind her to eat and sleep when she gets too caught up in work, he wants to celebrate with her when she gets a grant or a tenure position at a university, to smile and tell her that her burnt cupcakes and muffins aren't that bad. He's lucky to have her and he'll never stop trying to be a man worthy of her.

They have the rest of their lives to be together; to laugh at stupid jokes, plant vegetables in their little garden, get stoned and eat everything in sight, go for long hikes in the woods, watch shitty horror movies, and hold each other close. There isn't anything in the world he wants than to hold her and kiss her and love her. Fuck, he even wants to dance with her.

He can't believe he hasn't done this sooner.

No, those are not tears in his eyes.

His eyes are locked on hers as he opens that stupid little box.

"Will you marry me?"

#levihan #levihan brainrot #levi x hange #fic #myposts #aot fic #i want them to be happy #Happy!Au

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ilonga · 3 years

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new fic!

ao3

"Haven't you heard? Master Skywalker's out in the Gardens!"

The whispers start in Jula's Navigation class, jumping from padawan to padawan until everyone in the class has heard it at least three times. Apparently Leshi had heard it from Isde, who heard it from Aalani, who heard it from a padawan in saber class who heard it from a padawan who had just gone meditating.

"Psst!" Leshi elbows her, whispering under her breath. "Can you believe it? We might be able to see Master Skywalker!"

Jula doesn't think anyone in the class has actually ever seen the man before—even if the Temple wasn't as large as it was, apparently the war hero is notorious for rarely leaving his quarters. Not like Master Yoda, who's always around the younglings, or Master Windu, who both Jula and Leshi have caught glimpses of every now and then.

"Only if class finishes quickly enough," Jula whispers back, "and only if we're quiet about it. Can you imagine how embarrassing it would be if he realizes a bunch of padawans invaded the gardens just to stare at him?"

Leshi bites down on her lip— "Good point." —and the teacher heads over to shush them. "Those star charts better be perfect if you two have the time to stand around and gossip."

"Of course, Master, sorry, Master," they mumble, and turn back to the work at hand, even as the other padawans continue to whisper.

A couple minutes later, Leshi leans over again. "But we're totally going to the gardens after this, right?"

"Totally." Jula says with a grin.

* * * * *

"Master!" Jula rushes into her quarters after the endless-seeming Navigation class, slamming the door open with a thud. "Master, all of the padawans are medidating in the Gardens today after classes, can we go too? Please?"

Master Katooni startles and drops the tea cup she's holding, snatching it up with the force before it can hit the ground. "Peace, padawan." she grumbles, bending down to wipe up the spilled tea. "And you owe that door an apology."

"Sorry, door." Jula mutters, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "So, can we go?"

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the rumors I've been hearing, would it?" her Master says, placing the tea cup back on the table. "About Master Skywalker leaving his rooms for the first time in years?"

"In years? Really?"

Master Katooni laughs. "That was an exaggeration, Jula. I don't think anyone could survive trapped in a room for years on end."

"Oh. Anyways, can we please go? All the padawans will be there, and Leshi and her Master too!"

Katooni grins at her and grabs her robes "How could I ever say no to making you do more meditation?"

"Yes!" Jula shouts then quickly backpedals. "Uh, I mean—thank you, Master."

Master Katooni just laughs.

* * * * *

When they enter the gardens, they make for her master's favorite spot by the featherferns, dropping to sit crosslegged by one of the fountains. Jula spots Leshi and her master a couple fountains over, and a couple other padawans from her class chatting, meditating, or pretending to meditate while sneaking glances across the gardens. Leshi gives her a little wave and a grin.

"Now," Master Katooni says, closing her eyes, "open yourself to the Force; release your worries, your doubts. . . "

She lets herself fall into an easy breathing pattern, arms loose and hands folded in her lap. Jula, for her part, breathes in tandem with her, but soon she remembers the real reason she and the other padawans were so adamant on coming today—Master Skywalker.

She turns to look for him, not even bothering to disguise her curiosity. There! He's at the edge of the uneti tree, eyes closed and deep in some sort of meditation. He's human, so his hair is turning silver-y—she tries to imagine Leshi with silver hair and shudders—and he has a jagged scar running down one eye.

"I sense that you're distracted, padawan." Katooni says, and Jula jumps.

"Sorry, Master."

She opens herself to the force, and tries to float above it all, letting the room's various presences flow through her. That's Leshi's joyous figure, and some of the other padawans from Navigation, and there's her former crechemaster, and there's the Knights from saber class, and there's—a deep, deep sorrow.

Is that Master Skywalker?

Jula opens her eyes.

"Master?" she says, tugging on Katooni's sleeve. She opens her eyes and gives her a quizzical glance. "I—it's just—"

"Ask, padawan."

"He seems. . . sad." Jula says, gazing at Master Skywalker from across the gardens. Master Katooni follows her gaze and a glint of understanding passes her eyes. "Why is he so sad, Master?"

"Ah," Master Katooni clicks her tongue softly. "How much do you know about the end of the Clone Wars, padawan?"

Jula frowns. "Only what we learned in class. The Jedi Council discovered that Chancellor Palpatine was a Sith Lord, and Master Skywalker, Master Windu, and. . . some others managed to defeat him." She looks up at Master Katooni. "I don't remember all of them. But the Separatists surrendered after that, right?"

"Yes." her Master says, folding her hands in her lap. "One of the Masters in the battle was Skywalker's Master, Obi-wan Kenobi. He was killed by Sidious."

Oh. Jula thinks with a pang. She doesn't know what she'd do if she ever lost Master Katooni. She can't imagine a life without her warm wisdom and teasing laughs. "Many Jedi lost their masters in the war, right?"

Katooni nods with a faraway gaze. "That wasn't all for Skywalker, though. Only a few days later, Senator Padme Amidala died in childbirth. He lost his master, wife, and child all in the same week."

"Wife?" Jula claps a hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to shout. She sneaks a glance over at Master Skywalker, at the far end of the Gardens—thank the force sound doesn't carry too far in the courtyards.

"It was a big scandal at the time," her Master says, gazing off into the distance, "But after the way that battle ended, and after Senator Amidala and the child were lost. . . well, there wasn't really anywhere else for him to go."

"Oh," she says softly. "That is sad." She turns away from him and back to her Master and suddenly she wonders. "Did you know him?"

Master Katooni puts a finger to her chin and slowly shakes her head. "I don't remember if we ever met. His padawan saved my life though, once. Me and a whole host of younglings, on our first trip to Ilum."

"He had a padawan?" She tries to imagine being apprenticed to the Chosen One—the sheer pressure sounds exhausting. Although she supposes that sort of thing hardly would have mattered, in wartime. Everyone would have just been trying to stay alive. "Who?"

"You wouldn't have heard of her, padawan." Katooni smooths a hand over her lekku. "Her name was Ahsoka Tano. She left the Order about a year before the end of the war. She was very brave, though. Kind, and clever. I imagine you would have liked her very much."

Ahsoka Tano. Jula turns the name over in her head. It's a very pretty name, she decides. Kind of badass. From her master's description it sounds like Padawan Tano was definitely badass. She wonders vaguely why she left. Probably something to do with the war.

"Hey," she says impulsively, glancing downwards. "Master. Do you think Master Skywalker would like a featherfern?"

"Like. . . a featherfern?" Her Master raises an eyebrow. "You want to give him a flower?"

"Um." Suddenly Jula feels quite embarrassed. "Maybe? I don't know, it always makes me feel better when you bring us flowers for our quarters."

"Padawan." Katooni puts a hand on her shoulder. "I think it sounds like a lovely idea."

So she picks a featherfern, and heads over to the other side of the greenery, stepping carefully around stray roots and branches. She comes to a stop in front of Master Skywalker, who's still meditating with his eyes closed and face taut.

"Um," she says, trying not to lose her nerve. "Master Skywalker?"

The Jedi in question blinks opens his eyes blearily and focuses on her in surprise. He opens his mouth to speak—to ask what she's doing here, maybe, or maybe even tell her to leave him alone—but she beats him to it.

"You seemed kind of lonely," she says matter-of-factly, "so I brought you a featherfern. They're my Master's favorite type of flower."

"Oh." says Master Skywalker in surprise. His voice sounds sort of croaky—Jula imagines he doesn't really talk much. There's a long pause. He looks up at her, then down at the flower, then up at her again. "Thank you, padawan."

"You should come to the gardens more." Jula says impulsively, then wishes she could take the words back. Ugh, she sounds so stupid.

"Really?" he says. She's relieved to find that he seems amused more than anything. "And why's that, young one?"

"It's nice here!" she says defensively. How anyone would need a reason to come to the Room of A Thousand Fountains is beyond her. ". . . I guess if you don't want to, you could always just keep the featherfern in your room. They're very resilient, you know."

"I didn't know that." he says, and gives her a small smile. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." she says.

They exchange a few more awkward words before she excuses herself and heads back, leaving Master Skywalker to his meditation. He seems a little. . . less sad now, she thinks. Or maybe she's just being too hopeful.

Still, as she's heading back to her master, she imagines the force feels a little bit lighter.

Behind her, a featherfern blooms.

#my writing #star wars fanfiction #star wars au #anakin doesn't fall to the dark side #no order 66 #katooni #original female character #anakin skywalker #star wars

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guqin-and-flute · 3 years

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In Your Hands [Peony to Lotus!Verse]

[@theleakypen *points accusingly* Look what you did! 😁]

[Second Chronological installment of the Peony to Lotus!Verse]

[First Installment] [Ao3 Series]

It starts small and slow, because Yanli asked and because A-Yao listens. It’s more delightful than she could have imagined, to shyly mention something and see it tucked away behind a smile. To have it come back later and set before her in reality.

She isn’t truly used to receiving a great many gifts--A-Cheng and Xianxian are men of action, showing love in hugs and favors and tucking her into bed when she is too tired or sick to do so herself. (Now she has 3 people who would do this. Sweet boys. How lucky is she?)

Usually, it’s her that brings the food they like, makes sure to tuck little notes into the folds of their clothes when they pack for a trip, brings back little knick knacks from the market that might make them smile. So, when she wakes alone in the crisp air of their bedroom and goes to do her hair for the day, she is startled to find a silver hair pin topped with a delicate metal lotus with tiny pink beads tucked in the petals that mirror the ones interspersed throughout the 2 trailing chains that dangle beneath it. There is no note, but it had been placed very obviously and precisely in the middle of her table. Yanli finds herself smiling as she picks it up and admires it, noting the fine, swirling engravings that etch down the stick itself. It’s a gift! For her!

She, of course, slides it into her wound hair and finds herself holding her cheeks as she grins at herself in the mirror and turns this way and that, watching the little chains sway with her movement, clicking gently. The flush on her face matches the beads. It’s a little silly, she tells herself, to be blushing over a gift like this. He’s my husband! I’m already married!

There is still that giddy lightness in her chest that feels as though she will burst out laughing at any moment, like the morning sun has roosted in her heart.

Because it’s more than just the gift, of course. She and A-Yao had been chatting over tea one evening on the pavilion over the lake, listening to the night frogs and the fresh wind through the curtains and distant treetops. It had been very soon after their realization (their breakthrough, she privately considers it, the silly man, of course she cares for him, of course) and he had been watching her with warm eyes. “Jiang-furen,” he had said lightly, because it made her wrinkle her nose at the formality--and she had, and he had smiled. “Would you allow this one to court you?”

Oh.

‘I think I would like to try,’ she had told him, and with such confidence, too. Loving. And here they were, at the trying part. Complication had swelled within her chest like a tide, wanting and fear and a sudden shyness. The thrill of flattery and being wanted; the fear of ruining this, too, somehow, by too demanding. Unworthy.

The fear that she would not be able to...feel the right way. She had never been in love, not even the giggling, girlish love her friends had spoken of as children, nor had she ever understood the longing whispers of her shimeis and shijies when they saw the young men unloading the boats, sweaty and gleaming in the sun. She had been confused when her mother had lectured her on the importance and the virtue of staying out of the beds of men. It had just never seemed as difficult as anyone made it out to be. She had been prepared for the duties of a wife and a mother when she had agreed to marriage--both times--and had not meant to shy from it. It was the way things were. And she did want a child--several of them, actually.

And then had come A-Yao with his gentle understanding and his poor wounded heart and his telling her that she had no obligations and him, no expectations. And that secret part of her that had bound herself up tight in the waiting had breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Now, within the bounds of marriage, she was being asked. Is it what she wanted, of them, with him. It was real and present with no barriers, time or otherwise. And she didn’t know. Because he was sweet and kind and she did not want any part of him hurt.

It had almost been easier when there had been a straight path she had been bound to walk with no option of deviating. Inevitable.

Oh, and she had been silent for too long, leaving him waiting and wondering. She had felt him go completely still across the table. Hurriedly, she moved her hand over to cover his, to quell any rising anger or misunderstanding, had opened her mouth to try to stumble through an explanation--

And his hand had covered hers. And he had waited. And she had loved him for it. His face was stiffer than she might like, his pleasant smile up, now, like armor against whatever he thought was going through her mind, but he allowed the time it took for her to gather this all up. “A-Yao…” she had begun and her throat had closed up and she had chastised herself for being a silly, stupid girl and making him wait, making him fear that she was saying no, because she wasn’t, she did want to try, for him, for her, because she could feel the first step in her heart of loving him in a way that was unlike A-Cheng and A-Xian, unlike her mother and father, but she couldn’t say exactly where or how far those steps would take her and she would never want to break a promise or get his hopes up and be unable to--unable to--

“A-Li,” he had said, polite shield of a smile disappearing, brow tucking into worry as her eyes filled with frustrated tears. “Have you...changed your mind?”

She shook her head quickly, mouth working and oh, why couldn’t she ever just speak?

“Are...you sure? You don’t....”

Yanli nodded, just as vigorously and she sniffed, trying to stem whatever this was. “I’m...Of course….Yes, of course, you can, I’ll....”

Hurriedly, he had risen to kneel beside her, below her, both his hands on hers, now, where they rested on her knees, face open and almost scared. “A-Li,” his tone had been urgent. “What do you think I’m asking you?”

Finally, finally, she had choked her way through an explanation, an apology, a promise to try to do better, to try to fix whatever incomplete love she was offering and his fingers had tightened over her own.

His voice had been rough. “I would never ask something of you that you’re not ready to give.”

“But...what if...I’m never ready?” she had managed in a watery whisper.

His answer had been as gentle as the breeze that brushed by them from across the lake, flickering the flames in the lanterns. “Then I will never ask.”

“Wouldn’t that be horribly selfish of me?” Her eyes had remained fastened on the rise and fall of his chest in his purple robes, unable to meet his gaze. She could hear her mother in her head, knew what she would say; yes. Selfish and childish and unrealistic. If Yanli could not cultivate, if she could not be strong or clever or useful, what on earth did she expect to be her duty to her family? Did she think she was special? Did she think that marriage was just easy for everyone?

“Why would it be selfish?”

When she gave a small, despairing laugh at what she assumed had been a joke, he had simply blinked at her. She had wiped her eyes. “Children, for one, A-Yao.”

Something distant had come over his eyes, the look he got when he was puzzling through a problem for A-Cheng on the spot and his tone was one of musing when he said,“If you wanted a child, I could get you a child.”

That laugh had burst from her in shock and some of the tightness in her chest lightened. “You’re as ridiculous as A-Xian. Is YaoYao 3, as well, with that sort of reasoning? Where do you think children come from? A roadside store?” Shaking her head, she had bopped the tip of his nose with the crook of her finger and tucked his already neat hair behind his shoulder, soothing herself, giving an excuse to be close to him.

He had smiled, slow and sleek, head tilting a little, saying, “Of course,” and nothing more. When he had simply waited patiently for her to stop fussing over his hair, she had taken his dear face in her hands and ran her thumbs over his cheeks.

“We’re here again,” she had noted and knew by the way his smile dimmed, slightly, and the softness that came back into his eyes that he, too, was thinking of their wedding night when they sat in this very same position; him at her feet, promising to take no more than what was offered; her holding him in fondness. She sighed and tilted her head in hopeless asking. “And what about a wife’s duty to her husband? The other part you’re promised.”

“Neither of our vows said any such thing. All I was promised was loyalty and support.” His voice had quieted further, and a tentative had hand lifted, and rested on her cheek, light as a moth’s wing. “Which you have given. I want to court A-Li because…” To her delight, his cheeks had pinkened slightly, and he looked young and sweet and oh, yes, she loved him as A-Yao--whatever that meant to her, she did. “Because I want to. I-I want to do it the right way, to please you, and bring you gifts and gain your favor. Because you deserve it.”

She had felt a warm curling in her throat, like tears, but not (loved! loved!) and she had smiled and hadn’t been able to help from leaning down and kissing his forehead, kissing the tip of his nose. Then, daringly, because she wanted to, she had brushed her lips over his and he had sat, hands carefully in his lap, still as a stone as she pressed them, warm and soft against hers. He smelled like the fragrant flower tea they had been drinking. “You already have my favor, ” she had murmured when she sat back from the chaste kiss, feeling her own face heat up as his had. Oh, as his was!

“If it…” he had started, almost staccato and slightly too loud, as if he had surprised himself and he pressed his lips together and made a face like he regretted it. But then he pushed out, almost in a rush. “If it makes you feel any better, I also wasn’t...looking forward to...that night. I...would have slept with you. If it was what you had required.” He took a breath and pressed his hands, chill in the night air, over the backs of hers on his face. “But, now, we can go as slowly or as far as only you desire. It is in your hands. I’m simply happy to have A-Li.”

Her heart felt as if it were the tail of some magnificent fish, fluttering and flashing around with a gleaming joy. She believed him. Knowing what she knew of his mother, of his father, and of how that rested in him like chains and blood and hurting, she believed every word. Safe. Safe to test, to try. To stop.

He was safety.

“One condition,” she had said, schooling her face to seriousness and warning so quickly, he must have known it was a jest.

He, in turn, however, didn’t make light, and only smiled, dimpled and almost completely real. “Name it.”

“I can court you in turn.”

At this, his face had dropped into blank startlement for a brief moment before a crooked little smile had hitched itself back on his face. That was real. She had been able to tell. “Of course,” he had agreed steadily. “Anything at all.”

And now, as she leaves their room with his first gift in her hair, she sees him down the walkway, slim and purposeful in his angling, talking to A-Xian about something. All at once, something mischievous and powerful skitters up from her stomach and down her arms like laughter and she straightens and glides like she was taught, a grin on her lips. A-Xian looks up first and grins back. Excitedly, he bounds up for her to stroke his cheek, which she does, still walking, still passing, and as she draws level, she gives a preening toss of her head, making the little beads of the pin click and flicks her eyes over.

A-Yao is watching her performance with eyebrows raised, eyes wide in surprised appreciation, fresh delight pressed behind his lips, making his whole face light. Like they are sharing a private joke. Like he thinks she’s beautiful and funny. His regard feels like lovely fingers combing through her hair and, beneath this silly posturing, she’s blushing all over again. “Husband,” she greets with exaggerated propriety, inclining her head. The chains sway in her peripheral vision.

He inclines his head back, smile wide and gracious. “Wife.”

She doesn’t break her stride, continuing her glide down the walkway, not looking back. She hears A-Xian say, “What the heck was that about?”

She is in earshot long enough to hear A-Yao laugh, quietly.

#Peony to Lotus #Yaoli #Haha silly A-Yao wouldn't steal children! 🙃#Yanli your husband is a murder gremlin just like your brothers and the sooner you accept it the better life will be #The tenses in this...are wild. Sue me. It's 5 am #There will probably be more of this Wooing 101 stuff because it's fun and I want to think of gifts #Tw internalized aphobia #My fic #My stuff #I literally might do an overhaul of the tenses if it bothers me enough but not todaaaaaay :)))#Yanli is demisexual in this au in case anyone forgot #this deals a lot with that #and courting

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lifeistooshorttowasteyourtime · 3 years

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Different worlds, same heart - Chapter 6

Chapter summary: The charms course has come to an end and it’s time to say goodbye although (Y/N) is not ready yet, Tina and the Scamander brothers too close to her heart. In a most personal farewell, she finds herself wanting to delay her return to Hogwarts while Theseus holds her in his warm embrace, admitting he’s also going to miss her.

PART 1 – PART 2 – PART 3 – PART 4 – PART 5

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“Don’t hold back” (Y/N) smiled at her opponent.

Theseus smiled back and the both of them started to throw spells at each other, some verbal, some not, putting in practice what (Y/N) had taught the Aurors in those last weeks. The rest of the group observed them fighting, not knowing which one could win.

After good ten minutes, Theseus threw a non-verbal spell which made her fly back and, before colliding with the floor, Newt caught her. She smiled up at him and then at his older sibling who was panting a bit tired. The rest of Aurors started to clap, which (Y/N) joined smiling brightly.

“Well, I think I can’t teach you anything else. If you need any more help with the spells, your leader is fit enough to help you out” they all laughed and Theseus bowed jokingly “it’s been a pleasure working with you all, really, and I can’t thank you enough how comfortable and welcome you’ve made me feel in the last weeks. I’m going back to Hogwarts, but if you need anything, I’m a jump away. Thank you so much to you all and good luck”.

The room erupted in claps, all of them approached (Y/N) to say goodbye in a more personal note, making her tear up a bit because of the warm farewell from the Aurors. The Scamander brothers and Tina waited till the end, not really knowing how to say goodbye.

“Oh no, I’m not ready to say goodbye to you three just yet” she said looking briefly a Theseus “I would like you to come to have dinner at my home, if you want of course. Don’t want to impose at all”.

Tina smiled brightly “it will be a pleasure!”.

(Y/N) smiled back and looked at the brothers who nodded “count on us” said Theseus.

The woman blushed with a small laugh and the four of them talked about the details for that night meeting.

“See you tonight” said the older Scamander once they were going to part ways at the door of her house.

“I’m looking forward to it” she smiled happily before turning to step into the building.

Theseus chuckled watching her disappear and kept a small smile while going back to his own house. There, he couldn’t help but think about the times she had been there, at the beginning because of her nightmares but then because they just enjoyed each other company. Those walls had known her tears, her laughs, her confidences and vulnerability. And he turned sad. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye either.

That night, Theseus picked up Newt and Tina before leading them to (Y/N)’s house who welcomed them warmly.

“It smells amazing, (Y/N)” Tina said when they stepped into the living room.

“Oh, thank you, dear. I’m not the best when it comes about cooking but I’ve learnt a thing or two back in Hogwarts, some elves are quite chatty. Please, get yourself comfortable!”.

“I have to go down the suitcase to feed some creatures” Newt mumbled shyly.

“May I go with you?” (Y/N) asked with big eyes.

The magizoologist was surprised but nodded with a smile.

They all ended up going down the staircase, Theseus wasn’t much a fan but enjoyed seeing his brother discussing with (Y/N) about some of the creatures and how Newt gravitated towards Tina who couldn’t stop smiling in Newt’s presence. Theseus chuckled watching how his little brother fell in love even more with the brave Auror. Meanwhile, he couldn’t help but admire how (Y/N) was fascinated with every creature, a special spark in her eyes and a permanent face of amazement.

Once they were all having dinner at (Y/N)’s dinning room, they all talked about their future plans, without mentioning the possibility of a futile future if Grindelwald won.

“I know I’m going to get old in Hogwarts” the professor said “I can’t imagine myself doing another thing”.

“As I do with creatures” Newt added with a small smile.

“You would be a good teacher of Care of Magic Creatures”.

“I-I don’t see myself being-being a teacher”.

“I said you would be, not you should be” she smiled at him “you are a free spirit after all. But I’m going to pester the director to make your book the basic one for that subject”.

Newt blushed but smiled at her with thankfulness.

Tina had to go back home before midnight so both women embraced each tightly, promising to write each other and visit as soon as they could. Newt, as the gentleman he was, offered himself to go with Tina. (Y/N) and the magizoologist shared a short hug as an expression of the affection they had harbour for each other in the last weeks, promising to keep in contact. Besides, Newt knew his brother wanted to have his own goodbye.

Theseus helped (Y/N) to clean up after the dinner in the muggle way, wanting to stretch the time they still had.

“If you… If I asked you again to join the Aurors, would you?” Theseus asked when they both were drinking a cup of tea while chatting in the living room, she titled her head smiling and he coughed “Miss (Y/S), would you kindly reconsider to occupy a position between our lines in the Auror department? It would be a pleasure to work along side such a brilliant mind”.

(Y/N) laughed letting her head fall backwards a bit, remembering all the times Theseus had asked the same in the past and making him smile brightly “you know my answer but… You’ve made me doubt for a moment. Made me see myself working with you”.

Theseus shook his head “if I have made that, I’m terribly proud of it”.

She smiled and nodded “you should, yeah. But you make it easy. I mean, I…” she blushed looking down, her shy side coming out again. He sighed and put his hand over hers calling her attention “I’m going to miss you”.

(Y/N) pressed her lips into a thin line and wrapped her arms around his torso, pressing her face against his shoulder. Theseus hugged her back immediately and kissed her hair, not an unknown act from him. She sighed and flexed her fingers against his back before pulling away slightly to look at his eyes “I’m going to miss you too”.

Both of them smiled but decided it was time to part ways and they went to the main door. She smiled sadly at him and crossed her arms over her chest, feeling lonely suddenly “promise to write. I think I’m going to go mad worrying about your role as leader of the Aurors”.

“Don’t worry too much, concentrate in teaching the future generations”.

“Don’t ask me not to worry about you, I hold you dear, you know?”.

Theseus smiled and she uncrossed her arms shaking her head while her cheeks turned red. He observed her and decided to take both her hands between his, making her look up at him shyly.

“I promise to inform you of my wellbeing, I hope to hear about how much the kids learn with you”.

(Y/N) laughed and squeezed his hands a bit. He smiled and kissed her forehead softly before pulling away completely, their hands losing their hold slowly.

“See you soon, (Y/N)” he smiled.

“See you soon, Theseus”.

He disappeared in the night while she sighed closing her door. She put her hand over her chest and closed her eyes hoping it would slow down.

The return to Hogwarts was marvellous, she had truly missed the school and the children so going back to the routine wasn’t that difficult. But to be totally truthful, she sometimes missed teaching the Aurors. Actually, she missed her time with her friends. And the one that was more even though her head told her not to admit what her heart desired.

Three weeks later, in which she exchanged letters with Tina, Newt and Theseus, she was in her class with Hufflepuffs and Slytherins when a silver figure flew by the window. One of the students opened it and the figure went to (Y/N) but, before it could say anything, it disappeared.

“Professor, what was that?” a boy asked with curiosity.

“That was a Patronus, McArdle. You will learn it in Defence against Dark Arts” she coughed before looking at the children of first year “I’m afraid the class has to end now. Go back to your common rooms, please. Not homework for tomorrow”.

(Y/N) alerted Dumbledore and the director with her own patronus before going outside of Hogwarts and apparated to the ministry, her heart telling her she would find Theseus there waiting for her.

#theseus scamander #theseus #theseus scamander x reader #theseus scamander fanfic #theseus scamander fanfiction #theseus scamander imagine #theseus scamander imagines #fantastic beasts and where to find them

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Summer Mornings (Charlie Weasley NSFW smut)

Character: Charlie Weasley x Plus Size!Female!Reader

Plot: You’re a friend of Fred and George and spend summers with the Weasleys’. One summer, you and Charlie grow close and something blooms on those summer mornings.

Warnings: Sex, Rating Mature, smut, swearing

Note: may make a part 2, depending on whether people want that or not!

You smiled as you picked up the envelope, knowing that messy handwriting that had your name scrawled on the front of it. Eagerly, you ripped it open, desperate to drink in the words of the letter. It was from Charlie, Charlie Weasley. Yes, you would admit that when you first received a letter from him last September it was a little odd, especially considering you were a friend of Fred and George’s and not necessarily Charlie’s. Now, though, you were always awaiting his next letter, hungry for the stories he would tell and the pictures he’d paint.

Something had changed last summer. Something that shifted in the dynamic of yours and Charlie’s relationship. You’d known Charlie for years since you were a friend of Fred and George. You were a year older than the twins and every summer they invited you to the Burrow to spend the holiday with them and their family. You loved the Weasley family, all of them were lovely, even Percy - once Percy had a shot of firewhiskey in him he became much friendlier. So, yes, you’d known Charlie for years but it wasn’t until one summer that everything changed. You began to notice him more; how charming he was, how happy his laughter was, the one tuft of hair that would never go down and would instead point in any direction it fancied. His good looks you were already aware of but him in general, you’d always sort of looked past until one summer.

Things changed when he asked you to go for a walk early one morning with him. You accepted. The conversation was mainly small talk, chatting about the weather, the next few weeks of summer, what you were planning to do career wise until you started to ask him about his job. He had given you a general answer when you grabbed his arm and practically begged him to tell you stories of it.

“It’s a world entirely different to the one I’m used to, Charlie,” you said to him as you pulled him to sit on the warm grass under a large tree with you, “Just one story.”

He had smiled at you, some unknown expression across his face, “Okay... What would you like to know?”

You’d spent hours out there with him that day. One story turned into ten and you were captivated by his adventures. He didn’t do all of the talking though, he asked about you, what you enjoyed doing, what your passions were and what you wanted to do next. He encouraged you towards your goals, encouraged you to believe that you could do anything that you set your mind to. It was only when you heard Mrs Weasley screeching loudly that ‘LUNCH IS READY!’ that you both realised the time.

“It’s lunch time already?” You asked, amazed.

Charlie smiled fondly at you, “Time flies, eh?”

He helped you up, holding out his hand for you to take to help yourself up with. As he let go of your hand, you realised you missed the warmth of it. You walked in silence for a couple of minutes, both content, when he stopped you, “That was... Talking to you was... It was lovely.” He was unsure of the words to say, he didn’t want to overstep a line but something changed in him that day. He began to really see you, you weren’t just his brothers friend, you were his friend now too.

Every morning, the routine became the same; you and Charlie would go for a walk, sit under the same tree, looking out the rolling hills, and talk for hours. You would make a small picnic for the two of you complete with tea, sandwiches and a biscuit. Mrs Weasley gave you a smile every morning as you prepared it, it always seemed like a sneaky smile but you know now that it was more of a knowing smile. You would sit with Charlie in the sun and even if it was raining Charlie would cast a protection bubble around the two of you so that you could still enjoy the privacy outdoors together.

Charlie fast became one of your closest friends, he had a way of just making you feel so comfortable and safe when talking to him. You could tell him anything and he wouldn’t judge you or make you feel silly. He was one of your closest friends but... that wasn’t all. You hadn’t realised until Ginny teased you one afternoon saying, “Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with my brother.” You’d laughed it off but you began to realise what you truly felt for the older Weasley boy.

Whatever you felt for him though, nothing could happen. Charlie was leaving tomorrow early morning... Summer was over and he was leaving soon. It hurt you, truly and deeply. He would be going back to Romania. You had realised how you felt for him too late.

Charlie had suggested that you go for an evening walk instead since he would be leaving before you’d have the chance to go for your usual morning walk. Charlie prepared the picnic basket this time. Every time you tried to walk into the kitchen, Molly would usher you out and continue talking in hushed whispers with Charlie... something was going on.

You walked in silence with Charlie to your spot under the tree when Charlie stopped you from sitting. He pulled a blanket out of the basket and with a smile, he laid it out for you, “I thought since this is the last time we do this until next summer, I’d make it special.”

You frowned at him, “Why do I feel like you’re plotting something?”

Charlie grinned at you, “You see right through me.”

You sat on the blanket and Charlie started pulling out dinner for tonight. Turns out he’d gotten your favourite food from the cafe in town, thank god for ever warm charms that keep food warm, “Charlie, wow,” you breathed out, it touched you that he’d went to the effort of getting your favourite things. But that wasn’t all, he pulled out all types of desserts that he knew you loved and to top it all off, he flicked his wand and little balls of lights danced in the air.

“It’s...” You looked at him with tears in your eyes, “Oh, Charlie, it’s beautiful.”

His smile was wide but his eyes were sad, “I wanted our last night to be special... but let’s not dwell on that just now, tuck in.”

It will remain one of your memories that night with Charlie. Dinner was lovely and conversation flowed but afterwards, the atmosphere changed and the relationship shifted. You both took a lead of faith.

You and Charlie had been laying on the blanket, stargazing, when he rolled onto his side to look at you, “What?” You asked with a nervous laugh, “You make me nervous when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” you rolled your eyes, “Stop it,” you swatted at him with your hand but he caught your wrist easily.

“No.” It took you by surprise, the change in his tone and expression. He wasn’t laughing or joking around. He was serious, “These last few weeks with you have been some of the best. I’ve loved getting to know you, getting to talk with you is the highlight of my day and I hope you know how much I’ll miss that... how much I’ll miss you.” There was a secret confession in his words that you only figured out when you looked into his eyes. Your breathing hitched in your throat slightly as he began to lean forwards, “Can I... Can I kiss you?”

You nodded as your eyes fluttered shut and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You’d imagined this moment for weeks, you’d imagined kissing him and feeling his skin against yours... the real thing was much better than imagination. But soon the soft, gentle kiss began to get hungrier and hungrier until your hands were tangled in his hair and his hands were on your hips.

He pulled away, panting, pressing his forehead against yours, “Is this... Do you want...” Me.

You nodded quickly, “I want you, I want this.”

Charlie kissed you again, hard and fast. He rolled over you as your hands tugged at his shirt. He broke the kiss to sit up and pull his shirt off. You bit your lip as you looked at him; muscled body littered with silver scars and a dragon tattoo that curled over his shoulder, sleeping soundly. Your eyes trailed up to his face, he smirked at you before you sat up and allowed him to pull your t-shirt off exposing your flesh to him. You were nervous of him seeing all of you, seeing every angle of you, every lump and roll and but the way he looked at you made those worries fade. He looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, in fact, he had always looked at you like that but you were only just realising.

He puffed out a breath of ‘fuck’. He drank you in, appreciating every curve, every freckle, every blemish on your body, “You’re perfect.” Charlie kissed you again, leaning you back to lie down before his lips began to trail to your neck, kissing and sucking, making sure he left his mark on your soft skin. This was the last time you’d see him in almost a year, you had to make sure you savoured every moment, every breath.

As Charlie’s easily unhooked your bra and tossed it aside in a fluid motion, you could feel butterflies in your stomach as he exposed your bare flesh to him. All he had to do was look at you and feel your soft skin and his excitement grew. His tongue circled your nipple as he pinched the other gently. You gasped under him, arching your back as pleasure filled you. Charlie had a way of making you feel like no other. He was attentive and paid special attention to your body, testing the waters, figuring out what you liked. He smirked against your breast as you moaned softly. Your moans drove him wild, oh how desperately he needed you in this moment.

“P-Please,” you whimpered, “I-I need you.” You could feel how wet you were already without so much as touching yourself, you could feel your excitement pooling between your legs just waiting for him.

Charlie grinned, as he stood as kicked his jeans off revealing himself to you, practically making you beg for him. He knelt in front of you, slowly pulling your jeans off. He was torturing you, enjoying seeing you so needy and desperate for him. Of course he was desperate to have you, to feel you but he wanted to savour these touches. His hands ran over your legs, groaning as he touched you, “You drive me crazy,” he whispered as he stared hungrily at you, “I need you.”

“Have me,” you whispered, breathing getting caught in your throat every time he touched you, “I’m all yours.”

“I want to taste you first, kiss you all over.” He kissed over your stomach, loving the feeling of your soft curves under his lips and fingertips. Instinctively, you’d tried to hide your stomach, scared he might not find your stomach rolls or the fat on your belly attractive but Charlie moved your hands out of the way, intertwining your fingers, “Perfection,” he whispered, kissing your stomach once more before going lower and pressing soft kisses to your thighs.

You’d never had anyone touch you the way he did, you’d never had anyone spend so much time wanting to just touch you and feel you... You’d never had anyone want to please you as much as Charlie did. It made your stomach flip but not from nerves, it was something else. It was a level of intimacy that you’d never experienced and you knew that it wouldn’t just be a one time thing. No, it was too intimate for a one night stand. Charlie’s actions hadn’t been with the intention of a one night stand, no, he wanted this... he wanted you. The thought excited you. It felt nice to have someone want you; it felt nice to have Charlie want you. Charlie was a handsome man, he got a lot of attention. He was muscled and chiselled to perfection. He was that perfect mixture of rugged and rough around the edges. But he wasn’t rough, in fact, he was one of the kindest, most respectful people you’d met. No wonder he got attention.

You were honestly a little shocked that he would want you like this. You weren’t used to attention like this, from people like Charlie. You didn’t deem yourself worthy of someone’s attention or love like this; you didn’t deem yourself worthy of Charlie’s attention or love. You’d always hidden away, insecure of your looks and your body. You weren’t stick thin, you had lumps and bumps and rolls of stomach fat and wobbly thighs and a jiggly tummy. It made you nervous for him to see you in your entirety but Charlie didn’t care. He loved the way you looked. He loved the softness of your skin, the warmth of your thighs; he loved it.

Your eyes snapped open as your hips involuntarily jerked against his face as his tongue flicked against your clit. You let out a loud moan as your head fell back and your eyes fluttered shut. Charlie knew exactly how to feel good, he was a fast learner. He quickly found out how sensitive you were and relished the feeling of making you squirm and grind against his tongue. Your hands clutched his as you moaned, “I need you,” you panted, “Please.”

But he wasn’t finished. He wanted to make you cum, wanted to hear those sweet noises tumble out of your mouth as you climaxed. Charlie got off on pleasuring you, making you feel as good as he could possibly make you feel. He sucked at your clit as your moans grew louder and louder, you were close and he knew it. It only took a few seconds before your thighs were firmly pressing against the side of his head, rocking your hips against his mouth. Your moans grew louder as you came becoming a gasping and mewling mess beneath him.

Your thighs let go of the clamp like grip you had on him, he swirled your clit once more with his tongue making you jerk and gasp before pulling away, “You’re just...” he shook his head as he crawled over you, giving your stomach lazy kisses, “divine.” You stared up at him, flushed and breathless.

He kissed you again as you felt his erect cock against you, you could taste yourself on his lips. Charlie pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, “Are you sure?” He whispered.

You pulled him closer, “I need you, Charlie.” He whispered the protection charm, ensuring you’d both be protected, before he lined himself up at your vagina and pushed in slowly. He groaned into the nook of your neck as he felt your warmth wrap around his member.

He felt damn good. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his muscular frame. Soft gasps came from your mouth as you rocked against him, finding your rhythm quickly. You felt truly alive in that moment, every nerve ending was alight as he touched you, grabbing at your soft skin. He whispered in your ear how good you felt, how good you looked, how perfect you were. It only made you moan more. Knowing he wanted you, knowing he wanted you like this turned you on immensely.

It was just you and Charlie bathed in the moonlight, embracing each other. No one else mattered, nothing mattered except the two of you.

He thrust into you, filling you to the hilt with absolute pleasure. You loved his moans and reactions of him shuddering under your touch. He was under your spell as much as you were under his. He kissed your skin, moaning against you. All you could think about was Charlie, how his muscular arms felt under your palms, the slight raised bumps of scars that littered his arms, the way he smelled - citrus and pine - and the way he moaned for you. You rocked your hips against his as you threw your head back, “Fuck!”

Your senses and your body were on overload; overwhelmed with so many emotions and feelings. You were overwhelmed with the pleasure that Charlie could give you, he just felt incredible and he knew exactly how to make you feel good. You moaned loudly, unashamed and no longer self conscious about how loud you were being. You couldn’t help it, he just made you feel something that you’d never felt before. Your body tingled, as though magic or fire danced on your skin. Charlie was only more turned on by your moans, “Moan for me, darling,” he purred, watching your face with lust filled eyes, “Cum for me, darling.”

Nails digging into his back, you moaned loudly, “Oh my god, Charlie,” you were panting, barely keeping it together. Charlie grinned before slowly trailing his fingers down to your achingly sensitive clit and began rubbing harsh circles with his thumb. He needed you to feel the best that you possibly could.

Your back arched and he took the opportunity to lean his head to your nipple, biting it gently, “Fuck!” You practically screamed, “I’m going- I’m going to- I’m-”

“Cum for me, darling,” Charlie murmured against your breast, “Cum for me.”

It was mere seconds and then you were unravelling beneath him, gripping his biceps tightly, moaning his name loudly. Your orgasm seemed to last forever, everything heightened and intense. Charlie rode your orgasm out, squeezing his eyes closed as you tightened around him as you fell into a blissful vortex. As you came down from your high, panting and still reeling, you pulled him to meet your lips, rocking against his hips making him groan.

“Cum for me, Charlie,” you whispered against his lips, “Let go for me.” He dropped his head to your neck again and you began to kiss his neck, leaving slight pink marks there as you rocked your hips, “Cum for me...”

Charlie groaned your name into the crook of your neck, a throaty husky groan, and his thrusts became fast and uneven before he gripped your hips tightly and pushed as deep as he could into you, warmth flooding into you with a loud grunt.

He panted into your neck, sweat coating the two of you, as you caught your breath. He stayed inside of you for another minute or two, not quite ready to have it be over. He let out a long breath and a ‘fucking hell’ before slowly pulling out of your warmth and flopping lazily beside you on the blanket.

Your curled into him, not ready to be apart from him, not caring about the sweat that shone on his torso. As he caught his breath, your fingers traced the silvery scars in the moonlight that you could see before trailing to his dragon tattoo, “Good thing the dragon stayed asleep,” you teased watching the dragon’s slow breaths dance on his skin as it slept.

Charlie laughed slightly, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, “That was... incredible.”

You nodded, “I’ve never felt that good before.” He grinned, happy that he could make you feel so good and let’s not lie, proud that he was the best you’d ever had.

Silence fell as you just relaxed into the other’s embrace and then you remembered what was going to happen in just a few hours, “I... I don’t want you to leave.” The thought made you tear up.

Charlie lifted your chin with his thumb, “Let’s enjoy the now, love. We’ve still got hours left to enjoy.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, “I... I wanted to tell you something and I don’t know if it’s too soon but I can’t deny the way I feel about you... I...” You were looking into his eyes and you knew what he wanted to say, “I...”

“I know,” you whispered, cupping his cheek, “I do, too.” It was Charlie whose eyes filled with tears this time, “Don’t tell me yet... You can’t give me everything I want tonight, instead... tell me when you come back next summer.” He nodded, smiling slightly before you leaned over him to kiss him, “I can’t believe you wanted me too.”

Charlie frowned, “Love... don’t say it like you don’t deserve love and affection. You’re thoughtful and kind and you have such a passion for life and helping people. You deserve happiness and I promise I will make you the happiest.”

You fell asleep that night wrapped under a second blanket under the night skies in Charlie’s arms. When you woke up that next morning, you woke up alone beside a letter and a picnic basket.

Darling,

I’m sorry that I’ve left without waking you or saying goodbye but I felt that last night was our perfect goodbye. It was happy and I couldn’t bare the thought of waking you up out of that happiness to tear it down and leave. Plus, you look adorable when you sleep.

I hope you forgive me for not waking you.

I meant every word that I said last night. I meant every word, every action, every breath and every touch. I have never felt so strongly for another person and I know that I never will again. This has been the most perfect summer... Why? Because it’s the summer that finally brought us together.

I’ve decided I’m going to write to you, I’ll try to write to you every week. I’ll tell you lots of stories and all about my adventures, we’ll keep the tradition going even if we’re not together in person. Please write back to me. Tell me all about your adventures, what you’re doing, what my family are doing. Tell me everything, even if it’s a story of you getting caught in the rain. Tell me everything because then I won’t have missed a thing when I get back and tell you what you already know.

There’s breakfast in the picnic basket, I did sneak a slice of toast, sorry about that, and I’ve put your clothes to the side. Don’t worry, there’s a protection bubble around our tree so that no one will interrupt or see you.

Enjoy the sunlight and think of me, will you? I’ll see you soon.

Yours,

Charlie

You sniffed as you finished the letter and then you read it again and again, not wanting to stop reading his lovely words. You clutched the letter to your chest as you let out a long breath trying desperately not to cry. Oh, how you wished you could just skip ahead to next summer. Wiping at your eyes, you opened the picnic basket to see your favourites piled up complete with a rose on top, “Charlie Weasley,” you smiled, “you incredible, incredible man.”

It would be hard to go almost a year without seeing him but even in the short time that you got to experience a love with Charlie, you’d felt happy and hopeful about the future. You couldn’t wait for that first letter to arrive.

You’d had breakfast, gotten dressed and packed the picnic basket back up before setting off back to the Burrow. It was Fred and George who met you first. They hugged you tightly, knowing that you’d be sad with Charlie leaving, “I just have to say,” Fred started, “out of all of your siblings you chose to fall in love with, I’m glad it was Charlie.”

“Yeah... could you imagine if you’d fancied Percy? Merlin’s beard, I’d have to knock some sense into you.”

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mickmarstookmyheart · 3 years

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More Espresso, Less Despresso

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Warning: none

Summary: Reading and sipping coffee when another caffeine enthusiast joins you in a lovely café.

It was a bleak, gray day made for books and tea. Well, rather coffee. Drinking coffee helped Mick bearing all the shit his bandmates did 24/7. After some rehearsals, he grabbed his leather jacket and headed to his favorite café nearby. It was an adorable, little place that felt like heaven. It was a family business and he knew the owners of the café and he occasionally had small talks with them. David, the owner, was quite an extrovert person, he always told stories or jokes for the customers, making their day a little bit better.

When he stopped in front of the facility he observed it from outside. He could already smell the scent of caffeine making him feel awake and relaxed. The bell rang above the door as Mick entered the café. Only a few of the tables were taken and it was quiet, something Mick appreciated after playing loud music and listening to the Terror Twin's screaming for hours.

"Well, well, well. Look who has the wind blew here?!" David stated after he noticed the guitarist waiting at the counter. David was a kind man, the father of this family. His silver beard already started to reach his chest.

"Hey, David. How are you?" Mick asked leaning on the counter and observing the people sitting at the tables. Couples, businessmen, ladies spending their lunchtime from the office. Then his eyes wandered to the back of the room. A girl was sitting there with a book in her hand and a huge cup of coffee in front of her still untouched.

"Nothing extra, just the usual. Customers coming and going." David continued but Mick wasn't paying attention. He was gazing at the girl. You. "Anyway, imagine that I finally managed to buy that grill the other day. It's marvelous." David said. He frowned noticing that Mick wasn't paying attention. He followed the guitarist's gaze and smirked. "Mick!"

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. So what did you say?" Mick rubbed the back of his head and took the coffee in his hand before placing the money in David's palm. "Hey, do you know her?" He cleared his throat.

"She turned up here first about a week ago and since then she comes here every day asking the same drink and always bringing another book with her. If you ask me, it's fascinating." One of David's talent was observing people and also remember them. "Though she is pretty shy. I have already tried to talk to her many times but she wasn't really talkative, ya know."

"Well, thanks, buddy." Mick glanced at the old man and nodded thanking the information and the coffee. Instead of taking his usual spot, he made his way towards you.

As for you, you were deep in the forest helping Robin Hood invading the guards of the king who collected the gold from the poor. Robin just shot his last arrow when a silhouette covered all the light you needed for reading.

"I'm sorry but can you stand away? You are covering all the lights." You murmured not leaving the page you were on. Mick slowly stepped aside and took the seat in front of you. "Can I help you?" You asked glancing over the book.

"Umm. Actually, no." Mick was searching for the words. To be honest, he didn't understand how he had the ability to speak to you. He wasn't a big chick magnet like Vince.

"Then...?" You looked around to see that there were plenty of empty seats. He just casually drank like you weren't even sitting there. You sighed and gathered all your strength to get back to the forest but curiosity took over and you couldn't help but peaked over the top of the book and hid behind it whenever the stranger looked in your direction.

Moments passed before you put down the book and wrapped your hands around the now cold cup of coffee. You may looked uninterested, but oh boy, your mind was racing like a machine. Who this person could be, what could be his intentions.

"So, what are you drinking?" You asked breaking the silence between the two of you. He tilted his head with an arching brow glancing at his coffee. He cleared his throat.

"Espresso, black like my soul as the saying goes." He chuckled and took another sip from the cup. "And what about you? You look like someone with a brighter mind."

"Yeah, I have heard of that. Umm, cappuccino. I don't think, there is anything that rhymes with it so-it's lame." You pouted staring in front of you.

"Hey, what did you say about my coffee? That it is lame?!" David exclaimed from the bar. You immediately regretted what you said previously and your cheeks were now crimson.

"Don't worry, David. It's all good." Mick calmed the owner down and shook his head. "He is worse than any FBI agent if you ask me." You didn't say anything, your heart was still racing. From the corner of your eye, you could see a half-smile on his face making you blush even harder. "Anyway, I'm Mick." He held his hand and you shook it lightly and pulled your shaking hand back right after.

"I'm (Y/N)." You smiled but deep inside you were screaming like a baby. Why this person just sat in front of you and wanted to spend his time willingly with you? He didn't know a thing of you yet he was staring at you as if you were some miracle. And you were, well, that's what your parents always told you.

"So, I now know that you like coffee and you prefer books to movies-" He stated while glancing at your closed book on the table. "What are you doing in your free time? I mean, I don't want to disturb you or anything. If you want, I will leave you alone and forget what happened." Mick thought he totally went crazy walking to you and just starting a conversation like you were interested in him. He rose from his chair when you grabbed his wrist making him stop.

"No, wait. You are not bothering me at all. You can stay if you want." You murmured while you hid a lock of hair behind your ear. You weren't used to this and you didn't want to destroy it. He seemed nice so you thought you would give it a shot.

"Really?" Mick asked in true surprise as he sat back and leaned on the table on his elbows.

"What about you? Why are you here?" You asked. Mick wasn't sure if he should tell you his true job, he might scare you away. A wild rocker against a bookworm. Didn't sound good, at least in his head.

"I had to run away from-" He sighed. "From my friends. They can be pretty annoying sometimes and I needed some quiet moments here. And you?" He looked into your eyes making your stomach do a backflip.

"Well, I and my family moved here recently and this is the first café I found. And I'm still here. I love the atmosphere, the coffee, and the quiet. And the fact that I can be alone-" He chuckled along with you as you realized what you had just said and what were the circumstances.

"Sorry, for ruining that fact." He smirked.

Hours passed with chatting, changing ideas, telling stories and jokes, drinking coffee, and getting to know each other. Mick couldn't remember when was the last time he had a decent conversation with a smart and marvelous person like while you couldn't recall if you had such a good time ever. He had a similar way of thinking, whatever was the topic and he was handsome. Black hair was always your type and those eyes, those blue eyes looked like the deep blue ocean and you couldn't help but lost in it.

"Sorry for interrupting, doves, but I have to close soon," David stated with a little bit of disappointment as he noticed how wonderful were the both of you.

"Alright, thanks for telling." Mick glanced up at the owner who nodded and left. "It looks like we have to go." He hummed with tight lips while he was drumming on the table with his fingers.

"Yeah, it does. Incredible, how time flies when you have a good time." You sighed and stood up from your chair, adjusting your hair and back which popped loudly as you were sitting for a pretty long time. You put on your coat and scarf and grabbed your book and held it close to your chest.

Mick wanted this conversation to last forever. He didn't want to go back to his bandmates, neither travel to another city. He wanted to stay and be with you. Drink coffee and talk about everything, listening to music together, have a walk in the park nearby and just be together. You might only be with each other for hours but it seemed like ages. He felt like he could tell you his deepest secrets willingly. He felt something. Something from long ago.

You adjusted your scarf after you stepped outside seeing it was already dark and it was quite windy. Mick shoved his hands into his pockets after he closed the door and shivered from the chilly weather.

"So, where do you live?" Mick inquired hoping you would think he was a psycho.

"Just a few blocks from here. And I think I should go. I'm sure my mom is freaked out even I'm 23. Some things just don't change, I guess." You snickered.

"Indeed." He added. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"When can I see you again?" He bit his lip down hoping he will be able to see you at least once more before going on the next stop of the tour.

"Tomorrow, maybe?" You thanked the angel it was too dark to see your crimson red face.

"That would be nice." His lips curved into a smile. "Then see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Mick." You gave him a last smile before you crossed the street, holding your book for dear life.

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 4 years

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He Decided Purple Just Wasn’t For Him | Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: HARD ANGST without a happy ending, death, mourning, drugs and drug abuse, dark themes

Time/Era: Marauders era

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: After James and Lily die, Y/N watches Sirius fall into insanity.

Request: Hey could you possibly write young!Sirius Black x reader imagine based on song Colours by Halsey? Thanks a lot xx

A/N: I’m sorry in advance. Sirius doesn’t go to Azkaban in this.

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Sirius was the most vibrant soul Y/N had ever met. Everything down to his smile was full of color. She absolutely adored him. Sirius could touch her arm or look in her direction, and her dark blue soul would turn into a light lilac.

Y/N came from a family very similar to Sirius’; she was the heir of a very strict pureblood family, and she was expected to follow her family’s expectations. She had lived up to the expectations perfectly until she hit the ripe old age of eleven. She was sorted into Gryffindor alongside Sirius and suddenly the Noble House of L/N had no daughter. You are no daughter of mine. A howler was sent on the second day of school. The red envelope twisted into the hideous face of Y/N’s mother and filled the entire Great Haul with her shrewd voice. You are an embarrassment to the name L/N. I have never been more disappointed. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up and tears well up in her eyes. This was the most embarrassed she had ever been. That was until a young boy sitting down the table opened his howler. How despicable. I knew you were a problem child but I never thought you would betray your only family like this. The entire Slytherin table snickered at this. The woman’s voice was very similar to Y/n’s mother’s. It was thin and nasally but it spoke with a keen sharpness. When you return home don’t expect to be welcomed with open arms. The young boy looked over at Y/N with a matching sorrowful expression.

When it came to leave the Great Hall, Sirius came over and spoke to Y/N. She was a good few inches taller than him at this point and he had to raise his head to look her in her eyes. “I’m sorry about that,” He spoke as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “What happened, I mean.” Y/N smiled with half of her mouth, making one of her cheeks puff. “Me too, but hey, at least we can get murdered together.” This made a small smile grace the boy’s face. For some reason, it made Y/N feel warm.

Sirius’s hair covered his eyes and curled in perfect spirals over his forehead. And no matter how sad he was in the moment, he still had a brilliant sparkle in his eye. Y/N had heard a lot about the Black family as Sirius and Y/N’s parents were friends. She knew that they were one of the most regal families within the wizarding world. Y/N didn’t have the biggest expectations for meeting Sirius.

Sirius had also heard a ton about Y/N’s family in passing; they were known for owning part of and sponsoring Gringotts bank. Her father was rumored to be in special talk with some of the goblins, thus making the family name worth millions. Sirius didn’t have the best first impression of Y/N, but seeing what happened in the Great Hall, his hopes of friendship rose. Finally, maybe someone would be able to understand some of the deep thoughts whirling inside his head. “I’m Sirius Black.”

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.” ~

“Do you think he likes me?” Y/N asked Sirius one night during their fifth year. The boy had been picking feathers out of a pillow in the common room, but his fingers stopped immediately at the sound of his companion’s voice.

Y/N couldn’t help but admire how he looked in this moment. It was 4 am on a Tuesday; the fire was mere ashes in the fireplace and the half-moon shone through the common room window. A moonbeam reflected across Sirius’ features and cast a deep shadow across the bridge of his nose. The low light defined the dark bun on the back of his head and the various fly away hairs that framed his face. He was effortlessly beautiful, even in his striped boxers and ratty Beatles t-shirt. Especially, even.

Something about the picture in front of Y/N made her feel safe. Sirius sat upright with one leg lazily draped over the arm of the couch, pillow in his lap. Maybe the casual deminer of her best friend comforted her, or maybe it was the lack of school uniform. She didn’t know. Sirius’ head lifted and he made direct eye contact with his best friend.

“Does who like you? The giant squid?” Y/N grew bashful and twisted in her chair a bit.

“No, love, Moony.” Y/N’s cheeks dusted a light rose color, which was only intensified as Sirius remained silent. A deep hatred for Remus Lupin filled his stomach.

“No,” Sirius spat, throwing the pillow onto the cushion next to him. “He doesn’t.”

Y/N is taken aback by the sudden aggression towards her. She crosses her arms and sits back in the chair. “Why not? I mean, he keeps walking me to class, he gave me some candy, he-”

“No, he doesn’t. Honestly, Y/N/N, he’s just being friendly.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N’s face twisted in disappointment. “He hasn’t really done those things for any other girl.” “I know him better than you do, Y/N. Trust me.” Y/N couldn’t describe it, but her beautiful, colorful Sirius turned to gray at the moment.

Remus and Y/N ended up dating for the majority of their 5th year. It was sickenly sweet; the two complimented each other perfectly. Remus loved her with all of his heart, and she loved his company.

This was around the time Sirius started to distance himself from Y/N. She had no idea what she did wrong. One moment the two of them were staying up late in the common room just to talk, the next moment he wouldn’t even meet her eye. “It’s something at home, it’s not you,” Remus had assured her. That’s the thing, though. He would always tell her about his home life.

Y/N began to feel empty without Sirius in her life. She would see him in the common room or hanging out with James, and her stomach would rise to her throat. After a while, this began to impact her relationship with Remus. It started off small, but soon escalated into large arguments.

“Can you stop staring at him? You’re here with me,” Remus said one afternoon as they ate at The Three Broomsticks. They were out celebrating their seven-month anniversary and Sirius just happened to be on a date with a Ravenclaw girl. The two sat four booths away from Remus and Y/N, and they were in Y/N’s direct line of vision. The girl was chatting animately while Sirius pretended to listen. Y/N turned to look at her boyfriend.

“I’m not staring at him, love, I’m just thinking.”

“Yeah, thinking about him. Come on, give me a break. It’s our anniversary.”

“I am not thinking of him, Rem. I’m just daydreaming.” Remus pressed his back into the booth and covered his face with one of his large hands. Y/N loved his hands, but they were poor in comparison to Sirius’.

“I don’t deserve this,” Remus said, gripping the edge of the table and pulling himself to a standing position. “I deserve someone who loves me as much as I love them. And you love Sirius.”

Y/N stood up too. “I don’t love Sirius, I love you.”

Remus lets out a single, harsh laugh. “Listen, Y/N, you deserve happiness and it’s very obvious I can’t give that to you,” He looks over to Sirius’ table to see the boy’s gaze fixed on him. “But he can. Please, save me the additional heartbreak and just get on with it. For the love of Merlin.”

“Does that mean you’re breaking up with me?” Y/N sniffled. Remus had been her first boyfriend, and to have it end so badly was a shame. She couldn’t lie and say that she wasn’t expecting it, but it still stung.

“Think of it more like...setting you free.” Remus leaned down and kissed her cheek before walking out the door. Y/N now knew what it felt to be gray.

As time went on, Y/N’s gray soul started to morph back into dark blue. She thought a lot about what Remus had told her, setting you free. Maybe he was right, she didn’t exactly know. Y/N spent a lot of time at the lake. There was an old, splintered bench near the shore that had an excellent view of the water. Especially at night. The moon would reflect against the water and make the surface look like liquid silver; sparkling, and swirling against the dark depths.

“Hey,” A familiar voice said one night. His voice was smooth and silky like he had just finished drinking a warm cup of tea. Y/N could sit and listen to him talk for hours.

“Hi, Sirius.” Y/N responded, pulling her knee to her chest and tucking it under her chin. She suddenly felt insecure under the gaze she once felt most comfortable.

“I heard you and Moony broke up,” He said casually, as if he was discussing what he had for dinner.

“Yeah, you watched it happen.”

An awkward silence fell over the two.

“I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them. Y/N sucked in a harsh breath. “Yeah, why did you do that?” There was a pause.

“I don’t know, Y/N.”

“Yes, you do. Don’t lie to me.” She turned her head to look at him. The moon was casting a dark shadow over his nose, like that night in the common room. Y/N observed how it danced across his skin as his head moved. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and Y/n could see a hint of the colorful boy she had known for years.

“It’s embarrassing to admit if I’m being frank,” His fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on his shirt. “I guess I was a bit jealous of Remus.” “You, Sirius Black, was jealous of Remus?” She couldn’t believe his words.

“I know, it’s stupid.” His back slouched against the splintering wood. It pressed into his skin through his clothing but he didn’t want to move and disrupt the still atmosphere.

“It’s not stupid, love. I just missed you. Besides, my relationship wasn’t exactly the best, there was nothing to be jealous of.”

“What do you mean?” His eyes met Y/N’s for the first time since he sat down.

“I don’t know, I think the entire time I was wishing it was someone else? Every time we kissed I wanted it to be someone else. Every time he called me “baby” or “love” or “darling,” I wanted it to be someone else.” Y/N looked directly into Sirius’ eyes. “Every time we fucked I wanted it to be someone else.” Sirius’ eyes grew dark.

“Who did you want it to be, Y/N?” She scooted closer to the boy and turned so her body was facing his straight on. She reached out her hand and cupped his cheek, her thumb running against his lower lip. “I think you know the answer to that question,” “Say it, I need to hear you say it.” “You, Sirius. I wanted it to be you.”

The look in Sirius’ eyes was the most colorful look Y/N had ever seen.

“I think it’s him,” Sirius paced across the floor of his and Y/N’s bedroom. “Remus has to be the spy.”

Y/N placed a gentle hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder and led him to their shared bed. He was wearing all black clothes, having just returned from an Order mission with James. Y/N wondered if Lily was dealing with the same sort of conspiracy from her husband. She thought of Lily bouncing baby Harry on her hip while James paced across their living room floor.

“Remus is not the spy, darling,” Y/N ran a comforting hand across Sirius’ back. His muscles were tensed into tight knots.

“It has to be someone close to us, and we haven’t even heard from him in weeks. He’s out to get our godson because James didn’t choose him. Or maybe he was manipulated by the werewolves. Completely brainwashed.” “It’s not Remus, end of conversation.” Y/N glanced out the window at all of the Halloween decorations. She loved this time of year. The colors were gorgeous, the atmosphere was spooky, and the weather was amazing.

“Prongs said him, Lily and Harry are going into hiding,” Sirius said. He took hold of Y/N’s hand and began playing with her ring-clad fingers. Still not the ring she yearned for, but she was more than patient.

“Hiding? What do you mean?”

“Apparently, You-Know-Who is planning on killing Harry.” Sirius looked solemn. “They asked me to be secret keeper, you know. I couldn’t do it.” “Kill Harry? Why him out of everyone? He’s just a baby…”

“I guess there was some prophecy that included a boy born in July, and it matches with Harry perfectly. The Longbottom’s kid, too.” Sirius let his back hit the mattress and his hands ran down his face. How Y/N loved his hands.

“Who’s the secret keeper if it’s not you?”

“I’m not sure. James picked someone,” Sirius lied. “It’s not all bad, I guess. Keeps the spotlight off of you. Us.”

“It doesn’t matter if the spotlight is on me or not, you know that. I would happily die for any one of you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of, love.”

Sirius was with Y/N on Halloween night. He insisted that the two of them hit the hay early that night as he had been awake for almost 72 hours due to a particularly hard mission. He never spoke to Y/N about his missions, but she knew that this one would take a long time for him to process. Sirius had fallen asleep at such an early hour, that Y/N hadn’t even eaten dinner yet. Still, she tucked him into their bed, kissed his forehead, and turned out the light.He had only been asleep for almost four hours when the doorbell rang. Y/N was finishing a cup of tea in the kitchen when it happened. Puzzled, she grabbed her wand and opened the door. “Ms. Y/L/N,” Albus Dumbledore greeted, pushing his way into the small house. “May I help you?” Y/N had never been particularly fond of the old professor, and his presence made an uncomfortable feeling overwhelm her senses.

“I actually come baring some unfortunate news.” The way he talked made Y/N uneasy. Why was he so casual about it? “May I ask where Mr. Black is?”

“He’s asleep upstairs, I am sure I can handle the news by myself.” “As you wish,” The old man takes a deep breath. “The Potters have been ambushed…”

“Babe, you have to eat something.” Y/N said, pushing a bowl of cereal towards Sirius. It had been six months since James and Lily were murdered. While it was hard for Y/N, it was devastating for Sirius. His smoking had taken on a mind of his own, acting as a gateway drug. He had attempted to hide his activity from Y/N, but that proved to be difficult when he started using every single day. Whether that was alcohol or drugs, he was just happy to be sedated and numb.

More times than not, he would lash out at Y/N. He blamed her for Lily and James’ death, saying that she should have talked him out of rejecting the secret keeper job. And when she would find him on the bathroom floor, eyes bloodshot with his head in the toilet, he blamed her for not taking care of him.

The thing Sirius didn’t seem to understand was that Y/N was mourning just as much as he was. Similar to his situation with James, Lily had taken Y/N into her wing and added her to the family. It felt like a knife being stabbed through her heart when Albus Dumbledore had declared Lily dead. Sweet Lily Evans with the quick mouth and heart of gold. Lily Potter, the woman who dropped everything to protect her son and loved her husband more than anything, was dead. Even just the thought made Y/N’s stomach twist in knots.

All of the color within Sirius and Y/N’s lives had vanished. Any beauty had been ripped from their brains and replaced with deep feelings of regret, guilt, and depression. At month four, Y/N decided to visit a therapist to reorganize her brain. She had tried to get Sirius to come with her, but he wouldn’t move off of their sofa.

“Stop bossing me around,” Sirius responded, pushing the bowl away from his body. His mind seemed to be clearer today, but his skin still had a sickly yellow hue and his eyes were sunken in. Somehow, she had managed to convince him to shower the day prior, so he did not reek of body odor.

“Sirius, please. You haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.” Y/N was trying to cope as well as she could. Not only was she mourning her best friends, but she was also trying to watch over Sirius. Between therapist visits and tending to her lover, she had taken up journaling and meditation. It wasn’t a cure, but it sure did help.

“You know what? I’m tired of you acting like you’re so much better than me, with your fancy therapist visits and mental health bullshit. You’re not better than me, Y/N.” His voice was loud, but she knew it was just his sick mind talking. She tried to take everything he said with a grain of salt.

“I don’t think I’m better than you, baby. What I do think, though, is you need to eat your cereal.” She pushed the bowl closer to him and he snatches the spoon from inside the bowl.

He shoves multiple heaping spoonfuls into his mouth. “Fine, if it will make you get off my back.” Small bits of chewed cereal spray all over the table as he spoke.

“Y/N, I think I need help,” Sirius said one evening, an empty bottle of vodka in his hand. His cheek was laying on her shoulder and his drool was dripping down her shirt. He was dressed in striped boxers and a raggedy Beatles t-shirt, but this time, the fabric had various stains and burn marks. Y/N wiped some of the sweat-soaked hair off of his forehead.

“Help with what, babe?”

He lifts the bottle in response. “I want to be happy again.”

The following day, Y/N contacted a drug rehab center. When they arrived, Y/N kissed Sirius’ cheek.

“I’m proud of you for getting help,” She whispered so only he could hear. Sirius looked as if he couldn’t understand what Y/N was saying.

“I don’t want to be here, Y/N. Please don’t make me.” His voice came out as a whimper, making Y/N’s eyes grow damp.

“I know, my love, but this place is going to help you.” Y/N wiped a tear from her cheek. “I love you.”

Sirius stayed in rehab for three months before he was released.

The first time Y/N saw him was magical; his hair was cut short, he had shaven his beard, his skin was back to its normal color and his eyes had regained their sparkle. He seemed to get his colors back. When Y/N ran to hug him, though, he didn’t hug back.

“Sirius! You look so good!” Y/N exclaimed, taking in the new look of her boyfriend.

“Thank you, you do too.” His voice was monotone and flat, his eyes landing on anything but hers.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think we need to talk, Y/N,” He led her to sit down on a bench outside of the rehabilitation center. He took a deep breath before continuing. “I’ve had a lot of time to think, and a lot of time to talk to different professionals. I don’t want you to take offense to what I’m about to say because it is anything but your fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, my therapists said I need to take a break from things that are bringing me distress so I can move on and heal.” He looked down at his hands. “And that’s James and Lily’s death. Y/N, every time I look at you I’m reminded of them and the good times we had. I think about how we’re Harry’s godparents. I think about how James always used to kiss your cheek to make me jealous. I think about you and them, Y/N.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Y/N felt her entire world begin to collapse.

“I think we need time to heal separately, to deal with this in our own ways. I love you so much and I am so grateful for what you’ve done for me, but I need a break.”

Y/N felt her chest close and her shoulders shake with a sob. She got up from the bench quickly, pushing past Sirius and towards the parking structure.

She was no longer purple or even blue; she was the color of a thunderstorm. She was the color of a bad day, of paying taxes and skinning your knee. Y/N was the color of pain and she wasn’t sure if she would ever be purple again.

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Make the Eggs

Happens around the time of this fic, where the other flatmates are on a trip. A little exposition: Henry is agoraphobic, but also extremely extroverted. He loves meeting new people and having new experiences, but lately he’s limited to meeting people online, and he usually just has them come straight to the flat.

CW: implied “night before” stuff with no details, character dealing with rejection, loneliness, anxiety, frustration, hunger, brief mentions of chronic pain.

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Henry woke up and reached for the source of heat lying in the bed next to him, finding that it had moved away; the warmth he sensed was merely lingering between ruffled, empty sheets. He opened his eyes a crack, everything a dizzying blur as he stretched his hand a little further. Feeling the arm of his glasses on the edge of his desk, he tugged them delicately towards his face and slipped them on.

His companion for the night was stunning, and Henry wished some of the flatmates were home to clap him on the back and congratulate him on his score. For a second, he was content to just lay on his back and watch the guy gathering his clothes from the floor, trying to decipher what was his from what was Henry’s.

This bedfellow of Henry’s had been raised by a single mother, had a brother who had overdosed at the age of seventeen, had dreamed of being a ballet dancer but had settled for gymnastics, had a pet parrot called Suzie when he was a kid, and had read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy six times.

They knew practically everything about each other from just one almost-sleepless night, except for their names.

The man sat at the edge of the mattress to pull his socks on.

“Going already?” Henry finally asked.

The guy turned his head as he stood up again, wearing a tighter, colder version of the smile he’d had for Henry the night before. “Reckon I should.”

“You don’t have to.” Henry sat up as far as the ache in his lower back would allow. “I scramble a good egg.”

“I don’t do eggs.”

“I also toast a good… toast.”

The look on the guy’s face matched the regret Henry felt at the weak follow-up. The guy finished tucking his shirt into his pants. The creeping realisation was like tar setting in Henry’s gut.

“You don’t do breakfast at all, do you?”

“Now you’re catching on.” The guy scooped up one of Henry’s sweaters from the floor, momentarily mistaking it for his own before bending down again. “Hey, come on, don’t get that look. We both knew what this was. You told me yourself, you don’t do dates and relationships.”

Henry swallowed and smoothed his thumb over a crease in the fitted sheet. He wanted to ask why eggs couldn’t just turn into a prolonged morning of haziness, but bit his tongue just in time. We both knew what this was.

“Thanks for letting me charge my phone,” the guy said, stooping down again to retrieve it from the tangle of chargers next to the bed.

“Yeah, you’re welcome.”

“You, uh, want to come and lock the door behind me? Do you need this?”

Henry chewed the inside of his lip as he watched the guy cross the room, hand closing over the top of his cane. The handle was silver and shaped like a wolf’s head, and the guy peered at it as he picked the stick up by the shaft. He’d heard all about the carving the night before, and was clearly interested in the handiwork.

“The door locks itself,” Henry said, watching the guy put the cane down. He didn’t want to walk him to the door after all of this. He’d probably end up making it weird by trying to kiss him, breaking his own rule of no kisses in the morning.

“Bye, then,” the guy smiled, giving a little wave.

“Yeah, bye.”

He flopped back in the bed, wincing at the shift in pressure in his hip. The bedroom door clicked shut, and a few moments later, the heavier front-door to the flat was opened and closed too.

And that was that.

Henry thought the silence of being left in bed alone was terrifyingly beautiful. He always imagined himself disappearing off the face of earth whenever it happened. Imagined he could walk up next to someone and have them look right through him, could say their name and not be heard, no matter how loudly he screamed.

It was like existing and then, having existed, ceasing to exist.

His stomach growled in the agony-inducing silence; he’d been having hunger pains, on and off, since three or four in the morning, but he had been too caught up in words and kisses and touches and breathless and easy and nice to think about food or anything else. Now, he was thinking about the eggs he’d offered to scramble for his guest, but the thought of eating alone was unappealing in the wake of what he’d been envisioning; he’d wanted them to chat and laugh over cups of tea, wanted to see how different the guy’s face looked when natural light hit it, wanted to turn on the radio and watch his guest’s reaction to being in the presence of someone who owned and actually still used a radio.

After allowing himself an indulgent sigh, Henry rolled over and pulled his phone out from under the mattress, where he always tucked it when he was banished to the wall-side of the bed. Payton hadn’t updated their Instagram story as much as they usually did on trips, and Donnacha hadn’t posted at all, and the only information he could glean from Lucy’s story was that she’d been bored and annoyed on the bus ride, and that they’d gone to McDonald’s for dinner before heading to the campsite.

Muscles clenched despite his horizontal state, Henry let his mind turn over the question that they’d been avoiding since they’d left; should I have gone? Should I have gone? Should I have gone?

The only answer that sang back to him was No. Henry would have been miserable in a tent, no matter how “glamourous” Lucy claimed it would be. He would have hated being stuck on a bus for so long, surrounded by strangers and smells and chattering noise. He would have hated being in a field, in the countryside, where hoards of even more strangers would have been lurking about.

The entire thing smacked of no good, and yet he couldn’t shake the discomfort of being left behind.

His phone was littered with notifications about his battery life and storage space, and as he swiped them away, he noticed Lucy’s name crammed in there.

Morning! How’d you sleep?

Henry pursed his lips and typed a response. – Barely. Had company.

The message status turned to “read” almost instantly.

Ooh… Decent company? Lucy asked.

He rejected my scrambled eggs, so you tell me.

His loss. Go and make the eggs for yourself, king. And send me pictures so I can eat them vicariously! Breakfast here is just cereal and toast

Henry sighed and rested his phone on his stomach for a minute. The day suddenly sprawled out in front of him like an impossible, unknowable obstacle race. He didn’t know if he had the energy to shower, pick out something to wear, cook, eat, wash up, decide what to do to pass the rest of the time –

He sighed again, feeling the hunger pinch his stomach right where he’d placed his phone.

Make the eggs for yourself, was all that Lucy had said. Everything else was optional. All he had to do was make the eggs.

And send pictures, he reminded himself, picking up his phone and sending a few hearts to Lucy before he began the process of getting out of bed.

#my OCs #Lucyverse #Henry #OC Henry #hunger #anxiety #agoraphobia #angst fic #my writing #whump fic #whump writer #sickfic writer #I'll give Henry some emeto very very soon I promise #in the meantime this is sort of important setup for what he's like and what his relationship with Lucy is like

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