#this is quite an old ask but I felt like drawing them so here you go

[ask-gikabi]

Did you changed your Marx's design? Can we see more of the precious boy (gender neutral)?

“Marx is, as ever, a nuisance.”

#kirby gijinka #kirby marx #magolor #yes his design has been changed :) #this is quite an old ask but I felt like drawing them so here you go #sorry I’ve been absent for so long #dunno if I’ll post regularly but this blog is never fully dead! I still have tons of ideas #Marx is like a whole head shorter than magolor lmao #short king (gender neutral)

[dewdropdinosaur]

Redemption is Best Served Hot

LUCIFER x READER

Part Two

Summary: You are like the mom Charlie always wanted. And like the partner Lucifer wishes he had.

Warnings: NONE.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! See pinned post for details

In the bustling underworld of Hell, where chaos and mayhem were the order of the day, there stood a peculiar establishment known as the Hazbin Hotel. Run by the optimistic and determined demon princess, Charlie, the hotel aimed to rehabilitate wayward souls and give them a chance at Heaven. 

You, an older demon, found yourself entangled in the unique tapestry of the Hazbin Hotel. Drawn to Charlie's mission and warmth, you had become an essential part of the hotel's daily operations. As the pseudo-mother to Charlie and the other inhabitants, Y/N provided a sense of stability and care in the tumultuous underworld. A pillar of support for the lost souls seeking refuge within the hotel's walls, helping with the cleaning, aiding anyone with anything; you were in fact quite literally acting mother to all six inhabitants. Not that they minded, each loved you in their own way. Even Alastor, who would not admit it to himself that maybe your cooking could have rivaled his own mother’s.

“Nifty darling, here. Don’t run around with that old knife. This one is much sharper.” “Oooooo, thank you! BUGS PREPARE TO DIE!”

“Angel, poor thing. Come here, let me draw you a bath and we can talk all about it….or we can just sit in silence. Whatever you would like.” “Yeah…that woulds be good.” 

“The new shipment just arrived, Husk! Do you want me to help you carry it in?” “Nah, I got it. But thanks.”

“PENTIOUS! What did I say about letting the Egg Bois into my kitchen?!”  “Sssssory Mssss Y/N.”  “It’s alright dear, just…please be more mindful of them. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“Vaggie, no you may not kill Alastor.” “But..!” “No buts! You will respect Charlie’s wishes. And that goes for you too, Alastor.” “Oh me? Darling, it would be a pleasure to do as her highness commands.” 

And so on and so forth as the world goes. 

Over the years, Lucifer, the charismatic and charming ruler of Hell, found himself increasingly drawn to you after the original spout with Heaven. It wasn't just your unparalleled dedication to the hotel or the unwavering support you offered to Charlie; it was a magnetic force that pulled him towards you. Lucifer, accustomed to the chaos and seduction that surrounded him, found the calm demeanor and genuine kindness irresistible. In the dimly lit chambers of the hotel, Lucifer found himself captivated by your unwavering dedication and boundless compassion. He admired the way you effortlessly navigated the tumultuous currents of Hell, offering solace to those who had long abandoned hope. 

One evening, as the residents of the Hazbin Hotel gathered for a makeshift family dinner, Lucifer couldn't help but steal glances at you throughout. Laughter echoed through the room, bringing an unusual warmth to the usually cold and unforgiving realm. Lucifer found himself captivated by the way you effortlessly connected with the diverse souls seeking salvation and he felt his heart twinge a little. The scene was sweet, almost too much so. It made him long for something he had never had with Lillith or thought he could ever have. He hardly touched his food all night, too enthralled with you and your presence. You were like an angel, ironically so. 

After the meal and asking the Egg Bois to clean up(they were kind enough to oblige), you retreated to the hotel's back rooms with a book in hand, a haven of peace in the chaotic underworld. Lucifer followed, the air thick with an unspoken tension. You, engrossed in a book, hadn't bothered to notice the King of Hell until he cleared his throat. With a small flush of embarrassment at accidentally ignoring him, you looked up and met Lucifer's piercing gaze with a soft smile, setting your book aside. 

“What can I do for you Lucifer?”

"Quite the family you've built here," Lucifer commented, his voice a silky blend of charm and authority.

Smiling and setting the book aside, you laughed softly. "They're a unique bunch, but they deserve a chance at redemption, don't they?"

Lucifer nodded, taking a step closer. "And what about you, Y/N?” 

Your gaze met Lucifer's, eyes reflecting a depth of understanding about the true meaning of his question. "We're all seeking something, aren't we? Redemption, forgiveness, a second chance."

Lucifer reached out, gently tracing a finger along Y/N's cheek. "And what do you seek, Y/N?"

Your  heart fluttered, and as you took a deep breath you held his gaze. Oh how he loved that dazed look in your eyes. He wanted you to look up at him that way everyday if possible. Just the way your sparkling and your lips parted so sinfully sweet, he knew even the original sin barrer himself could be tempted. "I seek a chance to make a difference, to maybe bring a little of Heaven down here when I could never do it when I was alive."

Lucifer leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "Perhaps you've already brought light to the darkest corner of my realm."

Lucifer then pulled away, a small flush gracing his cheeks. He tipped his hat in acknowledgement before leaving the room without another word. Once outside the door, Lucifer pressed back up against a wall and could feel his undead heart about to beat out of his chest. Placing a hand over his chest in order to calm himself back down, the King of Hell flew back to his castle with a giant grin on his face. 

You too were no stranger to the effects of his…flirting. A giant grin and flush appeared on your face as you sunk back down into the chair you were sitting in. Giggling like a schoolgirl, you kicked your feet happily and ignored the book you were once reading. 

A forbidden connection sparked between Lucifer and you, a dance of redemption and desire in the heart of Hell, where the Hazbin Hotel stood as an peculiar beacon of hope. For in the heart of Lucifer Morningstar, amidst the chaos of Hell's domain, love had found its most unlikely champion.

#romance #hazbin hotel fandom #vizziepop #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #lucifer magne #hazbin lucifer #imagine #lucifer imagine #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel #dad beat dad #lucifer hazbin hotel #king of hell #take that depression

[the--rebel--fae]

ME ME FIRST IM FIRST PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ALASTOR X FEM READER WHO LIKE A HOUSEWIFE IN THE HOTEL AND TAKES CARE OF NIFTTY AND CHARLE AS IF THEY WERE HER AND ALASTOR CHILDREN

A/N: You my friend, caught my attention first because of such an adorable response. So ask and ye shall receive! Here's hoping I do Alastor justice.

(This is an adorable request btw)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! Reader

Tw: None! Just pure fluff!

Word count: 745

The Hazbin Bunch

Ever since you came to the Habin Hotel, it felt like everyone was a little family. You were an older demon, having died back in the forties. So you have been in hell for quite some time. 

When you first saw the TV commercial you wanted to see what it was all about. Especially since you heard that your old friend Alastor was involved. You haven’t seen him in years. Seven to be exact. And to know that he was back sent butterflies in your stomach. You never told him, but you always harbored feelings for the eccentric radio host. You never had the guts to tell him though since you feared messing up your friendship.

Little did you know, he had feelings for you as well. Alastor was already intrigued with you when you first met. Just the way you carried yourself and treated others. It was also a plus that you hated that infernal TV just as he did. Plus, you were a great conversationalist and probably the only one who could keep up with him when you had the time to dance.

Soon enough, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, and even Sir Pentious became family to you. Almost as if they were your children. 

“Nifty my dear, if you truly want to kill those little bugs I suggest you swing your knife in a diagonal direction instead of a perpendicular. That way, they have less of a chance to escape.” You told the little red-headed cyclops girl as she chased around a few stray roaches.

Nifty paused briefly and looked up at you from your seat at the bar. “Ooh! That’s a great idea! Less chance for them to escape hehe.” She giggled creepily and then started back on her roach hunt. 

You shook your head and smiled fondly at the girl. Then turning back to Husk you regarded him with a warm smile. “Well, since I’m here I mine as well indulge in a small drink. What do you have in mind for me today Husk? I do so love the different drinks you concoct. If you worked at a bar back in my days on Earth, you’d be regarded as an artist.”

Husk chuckled as he started up your drink. “Weren’t you alive durin’ prohibition times though?”

You just waved your hand nonchalantly. “Ah, semantics. Besides, you know what they say. Nothing fun ever comes from following the rules.”

“How right you are Cher! Why if people followed the rules, things would be so terribly boring.” Alastor said as he popped out from seemingly nowhere.

Husk handed you your drink and you smiled as you took a sip. “Oh, hello Al. How was the radio show today?”

Alastor’s eyes lit up and his smile shone brightly. Most people would find it off-putting but you personally loved it. “It went splendidly, my dear! Thank you for asking.”

You were about to say something more, but then Charlie came down the main stairs drawing your attention. “Charlie, my dear! How are you, sweetie? Do you feel any better since the latest meeting with that infernal angel? Ad-what’s his name? The first man, I guess?”

Charlie met your gaze and smiled. “I’m doing a little bit better (y/n), thanks. But you don’t have to worry so much. That meeting was a month ago!’

You just chuckle. “That may be so, but I can tell how stressed you’ve been hun.”

Angel Dust clicks his tongue as he takes a seat beside you. “You know toots, sometimes it seems like you're the mom of this place with how ya act.” He then glanced at Alastor who unbeknownst to you was gazing fondly at you. “An if you're the mother of this joint, that’d make ol smiles here the dad.”

“Haha! You know, that doesn’t sound too bad Ma Cherie. I’d consider myself lucky to be assumed to be your husband.” Alastor said as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Instead of commenting, you could only blush furiously. Feeling the heat crawl all the way up to your ears, you tried your best to compose yourself and hide your growing smile behind your glass. Almost hoping that Alastor didn’t catch how much his comment made your long-dead heart soar. But he was no fool, he could see that beautiful smile of yours even as you tried to hide it behind the crystalline glass. 

Perhaps you truly were like a little family after all. 

Hope you enjoyed the story my friend! I gotta say, this was an adorable request. I had a lot of fun with it!

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[rikiluvly]

MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

🥀*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱

tysm to the anon that requested this! <3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | more to come...

PAIRINGS: vampire!riki x human!reader

SYNOPSIS: you and your mom move into an old mansion after some struggles. but what happens when the mansion is actually occupied by 7 vampires and the youngest just can’t seem to keep his eyes off you.

GENRE: vampire au, fluff, a tiny bit of angst.

WARNINGS: mention of food, slight swearing, and Ni-ki is kinda rude.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

PREVIOUSLY ON MIDDLE OF NOWHERE:

"look, don't expect the others to go as easy on you as I did alright?" easy? he scared the living hell out of you two times now.

"when are they coming back?" you wanted to know so you could be prepared. but they could also easily pop up in front of you at any time.

"right about...now," you felt a gush of wind come from behind you, blowing your hair up.

there stood six tall, handsome vampires holding cups of red liquid. which could only be one thing.

blood.

~ ✩ ‧ ₊ ˚ ~

all those stories about vampires that suck your blood to turn you into one of them… was now seeming all very very real. Dracula was a story you adored the most. only the story you were experiencing wasn’t like Dracula at all. when Harker found out Count Dracula was a vampire he escaped… but it’s too late for you now.

staring at these six vampires sent shivers down your spine. their stares were digging into your soul like daggers trying to pierce your heart, but they couldn't quite reach the other side. the one side where you wanted to go home. home seemed like such a dream right now.

you turned you head to watch Riki’s expression. oh how he looked so happy to see his friends. do vampires really feel like humans? have the same emotions?

“Riki who is this?” the one standing to the far left questioned. the boys dark hair fell in-front of his face covering his eyebrows as he talked.

“just a girl… we got new owners,” the familiar boy replied scratching the back of his head. you just sat there being eyed by the line of boys. you smacked your lips together and went back to eating your food. there was no need to draw attention right?

“what’s your name girl?” another voice asked. your lifted head up only to be met with a figure sitting opposite you on the table.

“y/n… you?” you think you have the hang of introducing yourself to vampires now. basing off of your other experience.

“Jake. Is anyone else here with you?” a slight smirked formed on his face as he spoke. would it be wrong to lie? yes. who knows what they could do to you if they found out you were fibbing.

“just me and my mom,” you tilted your head to look at the others. they looked so sureal, like something that was only to be seen in your dreams. the one standing in the middle brought his cup to his lips and took a drink. a dribble of red liquid ran down his chin until he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

“and where is that Mother of yours then?” the in in the middle asked. he seemed a lot colder than the others, more reserved.

“not sure..” you really weren’t sure. what if she was just to come into the room and witness what was going on.

“I- I gotta go, sorry,” you got up and took one last look at Riki as you left the room. you went searching for your mom in every room. you were sprinting a long a hallway until the one and only Riki appeared in front of you.

“what the hell Riki!” I tried to push past him but he wouldn’t budge.

“your mother is asleep,”

“how do you know?”

“I went to go check on her for you…”

“oh, we’ll thank you.” such a nice gesture for something that could rip you apart when your sleeping.

“well I must get to sleep then.. thank you again Riki,” you said as you walked past him.

“no problem,” he replied in nearly a whisper as you walked away.

you had just finished get ready for a long sleep and was just laying in your bed. you had so many thought running through your mind, ones like how the hell is this happening right now? and what if they were to take my blood in the night?

you sat up and took a look around your room. It was pitch black but you could see silhouettes of objects scattered around. a mirror was placed directly in-front of your bed, you stood up from your position in the bed, switched the lamp on and walked over to it.

there were carvings of rabbits around the frame of the mirror, they looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a while.

a sudden noise started to form from outside your window, you went over to draw your curtains apart.

a figure that you assumed to belong to one of the seven vampires was standing outside staring at the trickling pond. the water was moving in slow waves that was seemed to be controlled by the vampire.

you moved your hand slightly to wipe of the condensation on the window only to knock down a candle that was placed on the windowsill.

the persons head slowly turned around to meet his eyes with yours. eye contact was held for a few seconds until he vanished into the thick, cold air. you felt more nervous of the thought that he would end up in your room.

another noise was heard from the hallway that was outside your room. you walked over the door and peeked your head around the sharp corner, a dark shadow was seen moving across the end of the hallway towards the library.

you know that if you weren’t to exit your room blood would be taken from your body. so the brave soul that you are ventured out into the hallway and made your way towards the dreaded library.

once you reached the library the door was already left open only to reveal the darkness that filled the room. the door creaked as you opened it, once you walked in and switched the light on you were met with a high roofed ceiling that was painted with cherubs and white fluffy clouds.

you ran your hand against the spines of books displayed on the shelf’s. they were covered in thick layers of dust but the spines were incredibly pretty. you turned to leave the room but the person you saw by the pond before was standing right there…

“hello?” I said he walked towards me as he had no expression on his face.

"why are you here? you have no right to be in this room," the door slammed behind him as he took more steps toward you.

"answer me!" he was now towering over you, dominating the space. his sharp canines poked out from under his bottom lip and you couldn't help but look. he brought his hand to your jaw and lifted your head up to look him in the eyes.

"I sai- " he got cut off from talking when someone teleported next to him. he grabbed the vampire's hand and ripped it off your face.

"Sunghoon stop harassing her... she doesn't know," the voice was connected to a familiar face. Riki was now standing in front of you, protecting you from the vampire Sunghoon.

"go," Riki said sternly as Sunghoon exited through the rusty door.

"thank you, Rik- "

"why are you here? you need to learn not to wander around so much," he turned around to face you, standing a bit too close.

"I- I saw this shadow walking this way so... I followed it," you tilted your head down feeling slightly ashamed of your foolish behavior. should you have stayed in your dark, lonely bedroom after all?

"that's no shadow y/n, that's out Mother," his voice turned quieter as he looked into your eyes.

"after she died last year her ghost has been foolishly wandering the castle quite a lot, the library was her favorite place, no wonder you caught her coming into here," now that was a surprise, vampires now ghosts?

"I can see why, it's really nice in here," you felt sympathetic for Riki, and the others as well but he seemed really affected by it. as you looked into his eyes for a bit longer you noticed how pretty they were. for a vampire.

"yeah..." his voice drifted off as he maintained eye contact with you. his dark, long hair fell beside the sides of his face. up this close, you could see the beauty marks spotted around his face, the one on his chin caught your eyes the most.

"you have really nice eyes y/n," he whispered as your faces were so close you swear you could kiss him.

and you did just that.

A/N: sorry this isn't the longest fic ever but I put a lot of time into making it good, I hope you enjoy it!!

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#enhahearts #enhypen x reader #niki x reader #nishimura riki #enhypen #nishimura riki x reader #kpop #new jeans #nishimura riki smau #enhypen smau #enhypen scenarios #ni ki x reader #vampire enhypen #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #niki x y/n

[dahliakbs]

Batfam x Reader: Unexpected Trip To The Future

❥synopsis: You sneak out of the house to hang out with your long time bff only to be caught in the cross fire and forcibly ripped away from your family.

✷

Here you sat alone around the small camp fire, su itrrounded by the endless heaps of trash you'd found that were still of use. The night sky shone a prominent blue colour with the clouds being seen far off in the distance.

The air around you was calm and quiet and seeing as how you were the only human being left on this earth it'd be weird if you all of a sudden started hearing noises.

On nights like this you'd sit around the camp fire and think back to the life you'd lived before the accident occured.

You'd always reminisce back to the day you first came to the manor. Bright eyed and filled with joy and enthusiasm, your closest friend Richard Grayson obviously sharing the same enthusiasm as you.

The two of you were know to be quite inseparable, always being seen together no matter the circumstance. The only times you weren't with each other were when Dick had to go out on patrol, reluctantly leaving you in the cold and dark manor by yourself.

Even though at the time you understood why he had to leave you didn't want him to. Back then it was your clingy behavior that got you into the accident.

Both of you having lost your parents at such a young age had left you yearning for some kind of affection and Dick felt the same way. So at any moment of the day you two would be together, playing whatever games you two could come up with until Bruce came home.

But since you two were together every second of the day you didn't see why you weren't allowed to go out on patrol with them. So when you were sat at home by yourself waiting for Dick to come home you'd just decided that if he wasn't gonna come to you you were gonna come to him.

On that night you'd snuck out of the manor, Alfred having not noticed since you escaped through your bedroom window.

You'd somehow squired one the tracking devices B used to know your precise locations and used it to find your way, arriving in less than ten seconds.

"Dick- I mean Robin I'm here!" You yelled out as soon as you made it to the scene. Having not noticed the intense battle going on between your father figure and the joker.

"N/n what are you doing here?" you could see his eyes light up under the mask as he quickly sprinted of the battle field towards you, arms opened wide and awaiting your hug.

You'd returned it quickly, holding out your hands towards him in a silly manner.

"Don't tell B but I snuck out to come see you, I stole one of his tracking thingies and now here I am" you showed off the gadget in your hands to a wide eyed Dick.

"Wait you stole it?!" He exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention towards the two of you.

"Keep quiet or else you'll get me in trouble-"

"What do we have here" Joker suddenly appeared behind Dick, roughly pushing him out of the way to get a good look at you.

"What's a little thing like you doing out here, did you come to say hi to your old uncle Joker?" he asked, you liked down to his hand. Noticing the strange gun he held in his hand. It looked like any regular gun, just deformed and reeking of a strange acidy smell.

"Get away from them" Dick jumped towards the Joker only to be harshly side kicked away from the two of you.

"Well since your here" he grabbed onto your arm, harshly yanking you closer towards him before flashing his deranged yellow smile at you.

His eyes held a mischievous look in them, bloodshot and looking down towards you as if you were nothing more than a puny joke to him.

"I've been meaning to test this thing out and you seem to be quite eager to help your ole uncle J, right?" He asked, pointing the gun in some random direction and pulling the trigger.

The gun shot out a murky green colour, the murky green forming into a circular portal that led to somewhere unknown.

The panic set in for you as you noticed the smile in his face grow to inhuman proportions. Harshly trying to jerk yourself away from him as you called out for anyone's help.

"Someone help me, anyone" your eyes turned blurry with tears as you turned to Bruce then to Dick for help.

"Daddy please help me" you cried out before you felt yourself being thrown towards the portal.

The last thing you saw before being thrown into you the green portal was Bruce chasing after you, wearing an expression you could only describe as scared and desperate. Calling out to you before you were fully submerged inside the portal.

Immediately feeling your body be transported throughout time and space before finally ending up in the wasteland you currently resided in.

The wasteland being the ruins of the former crime city known as Gotham City. Apparently the world had gone to ruins a little after you'd gone to the future, leaving behind a vast dry land ready to be taken over by mother nature.

And all you could think of as you reminisced and watched over this forgotten city were the regrets you had, you just wanted to see your family one last time.

Seeing that expression on Bruce's face really shook you to your core, you didn't think he'd even cared that much about you until you saw how desperate he looked that night.

One of the biggest regrets you had was not being able to see Dick's face one last time, to atleast be able to see his expression before you left him and all you do about it now was cry and look up to the night sky. Hoping that if there was a god out there that they would send you back to the family you belonged to.

Hoping that if you'd finally be able to confess to tell Dick about the silly feelings you had for him when you were both so young. Or maybe hoping to finally spend some time with your cold and hurt guardian.

And as if someone was really out there listening to your pleas you saw a familiar murky green colour fill up the space between you and the campfire.

Immediately lighting up the small space you were in.

A couple seconds of staring at it later you heard someone speak from the other side before s figure emerged from the portal.

?

"Richard is that you?" You asked the figure. They looked exactly identical to him, only difference was that this person was much taller and looked around the same age as you. His suit was very different, instead of the bright red, green and yellow he wore when he was younger he instead sported a black and blue skin tight suit.

The figure kept walking closer, expression slowly crumbling as they inched closer and closer towards you before they stopped Infront you. Taking off their mask to get a better look at you.

"It's time to go home n/n" his voice trembled as he forced the words out of his mouth. He crouched down in front of you, placing his arms underneath your legs and hoisting you into the air without giving you a chance to think to much in the situation.

He hurriedly passed through the portal, almost as if he was trying to get you away from the cursed wasteland as soon as possible. A wave of nausea overcoming before you emerged in the other side.

The intense feeling forcing you into a deep slumber before you could even get to see what was on the other side of the portal.

#dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #batfam x reader #batfam x you #batfamily x reader #batfamily #batfam #Bruce Wayne #batman #batman x reader #dc #dc x you #joker #dc joker

[doggone-devil]

How (Not) To Summon a Demon: Chapter 1

I’m attempting to write my first Hazbin Hotel fanfic. I don’t know how it’s going to go as I don’t normally write so much as I draw. I’m nervous but I’m also having fun with it so here’s the first chapter of my first fanfic titled “How (Not) To Summon a Demon”. Also, I’m writing this solo with no beta reader so sorry for typos, mistakes, etc. If you point them out, I’ll go back and fix them. Thank you!

Alastor x Reader

Warnings: demon rituals, stupid decisions, ghosts, paranormal activity

Feedback is welcomed! I might also move this to Ao3 depending on how well it does. 😊 Enjoy! 😊

Summoning rituals have been a pain in the ass for demons everywhere in Hell. Even lowly sinners with barely a sigil to their name could be summoned should a mortal find the right way. It was worse for those with higher power, demons who ruled over certain humanely aspects such as fertility, hearth, or revenge. Throughout the decades, as humanity build past the spiritual and focused more on science, less and less demons were being summoned. Now, the denizens of hell could roam peacefully, spending their miserable afterlives how they saw fit without the worry of being dragged topside.

That is, until one curious mortal just so happened to stumble upon such a book.

—

“Veronica, this is stupid!” you claim, cringing at the dust covered debris you were stepping over. For some god awful reason, you had decided to entertain your roommate and follow them into an abandoned house. Normally, old houses didn’t bother you. You were intrigued in the history, thinking about the people who might’ve lived in them before Mother Earth took them back. Yet this one in particular was just unnerving.

Nestled in one of the many bayous of south Louisiana, this old plantation looking home was wrapped in moss and vines, the swampland quite literally devouring the structure. The floors were barely holding your weight, groaning with every step you took forward as you tried to keep up with your very enthusiastic friend.

Veronica turned her flashlight at you, blinding you momentarily. “This isn’t stupid! It’s experimental!” she moved the light off you, using it to scan the room you were in, a bedroom on the second floor. It was filled with a bed, a dresser missing drawers, and a nightstand. The wallpaper was peeling and the light fixture had fallen years ago. You mindfully step over the glass.

“Just imagine what could be in here,” she spoke, examining the nightstand. “Not just the memories, but the potential of ghosts!”

“Ghosts,” you scoff. “The only thing here is trash, trash, and more trash.” You wonder why you even came. She thinks so, too, as she glares at you.

“You didn’t have to come you know,” she comments.

“And miss you pissing your pants? Fat chance,” you joke, making her smile. True, you were reluctant to come along when she had asked, you still felt reluctant, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying this even if just a little.

“Oh hey! Check this out!” You move over to where Veronica is hunched over. Just below the nightstand, tucked in between it and the bed frame, is a book. She brings it out and sits it on the bed, using her hand to wipe away the dust. The cover is old, leathered, and the markings on it are too faded to read.

“Maybe it’s a dirty novel,” you say, wiggling your brows at her. “You know, some chicks back in the day had to get off with those. They didn’t have internet like we do.”

“That’s just gross.”

“Honey, that’s truth.” You chuckle as she rolls her eyes, opening the book. The pages are worn but readable as she flips through them. You watch from over her shoulder, frowning at the contents. There’s pictures depicting people being beheaded, of demonic creatures drinking blood. It creeps you out.

“I think it’s a book on summoning,” Veronica says. “Look.” She points at one of the pages, a paragraph instructing on how to set up a circle. It then has some kind of image on the next page, a circle with a bunch of symbols that you can’t recognized. A cold shiver runs up your spine.

“I think we should put it back,” you state. It’s suddenly very cold in the room and you swear you can feel something watching you.

“Don’t be such a pussy!” Veronica closes the book and tucks it into her bag.

“What are you doing?”

“Duh, I’m bringing it back with us!” She looks at you as if she didn’t just say the dumbest thing ever.

“Have you not watched horror movies?” you ask in disbelief. “Two dumb chicks find demon book in abandoned bayou home and then get slaughtered as sacrifices to Satan. Am I making any sense to you?”

“You make it sound like you believe it’s real.”

“No,” you defend, “I’m still a hardcore skeptic, but even I ain’t stupid enough to invite that shit into my home.” You turn to head towards the door, ready to leave this hell hole behind. “Put it back and let’s go.”

“Fine,” she sighs. You leave the bedroom and quickly make your way down the stairs, checking behind you to make sure she’s coming. When you confirm that she is, the two of you make your way out of the house and back to your car that’s parked a few feet away.

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The ride back home is quiet and within minutes, your entering your shared apartment. You go to make your way to your kitchen when Veronica speeds past you to the living room. She’s quickly flittering around, grabbing spare candles and setting them up. You eye her with suspicion and groan when she pulls the book out of her bag.

“Veronica, you didn’t.”

“I did,” she giggles, tapping the seat next to her. You cross your arms over your chest.

“I am not participating in this,” you state, firm in your decision. You didn’t believe in ghosts or the paranormal, or even demons, but you’ve seen plenty of horror movies to know that this is how it starts. In no way were you going to be another victim in a paranormal mystery compilation.

“Please,” Veronica pouts, giving you the puppy eyes. You bite your bottom lip, trying to resist. She even goes as far as clasping her hands together, blinking up at you. You give in with a deep sign.

“Fine. But I’m waking you up if something comes into my room later tonight,” you declare. She nods in agreement as she moves to let you join her on the couch. You eye the book, then the candles. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Not a clue!” she answers. “But, the book has clear instructions. I just need three candles,” she pauses to point at the candles, “and two participants!”

“Well would you look at that,” you mock. It’s a coincidence, is all, as candles are in nearly every home and most households consist of two people.

“Stop being a party pooper and hand me that lighter.” You lean over the couch and grab the BIC, placing it in her open palm. She lights the candles one by one, then straightens up, suddenly looking serious. It takes effort not to laugh.

Veronica starts reading from the book, something about calling the corners and inviting those who wish to join as witnesses. You look around, waiting for something to happen, but so far, nothing does. She continues, beginning to speak something in what you guess is Latin. It sounds wrong as you remember your old high school Latin teacher being strict on pronunciation, but you don’t correct her. When she finishes, she claps her hand and looks expectantly to the empty space in front of her.

Nothing.

A minute passes.

Nothing.

“I don’t get it,” she sighs, slouching back into the couch. “I did everything it said to.”

“Have you thought that maybe it’s just not real?” you offer.

“Ok, but just once, I was hoping it was. I mean, look at the book! It’s so old and weird, I thought it could be legit, ya know?”

“Yeah, but sadly, we live in a place I like to call reality!” you say, using your hands to make a fake rainbow in the air. She huffs a laugh and sits back up, standing off the couch.

“Well, since a hot and sexy demon didn’t appear, how about I go grab us some food?” she asks, already going to grab your keys.

“Oh, pizza?”

“Pizza it is! I’ll be back in like, thirty minutes.”

“Cool, drive safe!” you call out as she leaves. Once it’s just you, you look back at the book, smiling at how silly it all was. Demon summoning. As if. You pick up the book and look at the Latin she had read. It was fuzzy and you’re only able to recall a few phrases. It’s less an incantation like you thought and more of further instructions. It tells the reader to place their finger once pricked on top of the signal and recite the summoning phrase.

You look at the front door then back at the book. It’s silly. You know for a fact demons aren’t real. This book was just some kind of occult hoax. So then, why did you want to give it a try?

Sighing, you reach into the drawer of the side table next to the couch, pulling out of the mini sewing kits you had for emergencies. You pull out a needle and prick your finger, wincing as a drop of blood pooled to the surface. You pick the book up with your other hand and press your finger down into the middle of the sigil. With a deep breath, you recite, “Daemon avaritiae, voluntatum et actuum, te voco. Veni et da mihi desideria mea.”

You close your eyes, waiting for something to happen. There’s just silence and still air. You can faintly hear the hum of the refrigerator. Your shoulders relax and you let out a nervous laugh. “Knew it,” you mumble to yourself, “just a stupid - .” You stop as your eyes stay fixated on the candles. The flames are flickering, raising higher then dropping back down, higher again, like they’re dancing. You feel the temperature drop, just like it did at that house.

“Ok, this isn’t funny,” you whisper, moving your legs to that they’re pulled up to your chest. You gasp when the flames go out, along with the electricity, submerging you into darkness.

“Oh, darling, I can ensure you I’m not laughing,” a voice deep responds and you scream, jumping off the couch. You can’t see anything, trying desperately not to trip over furniture. Of course an intruder decides to show up now when you were attempting to summon a demon.

“W-Whoever you are, I-I have a gun!” you shout, trying to sound tough but failing as your voice cracks and falters. You weren’t lying, you had a gun for just this occasion, but it was tucked safely away. In your bedroom. Where you were not. Great.

A deep chuckle rumbled in the darkness and you gulp, reaching around blindly to try and find purchase on anything. You felt your back press against something cold and felt behind you, relieved to find the wall. Now you just had to find a door, something to bring a barrier between you and whoever the fuck was in your house.

You’re searching for a knob when light suddenly fills the room, a figure stepping in. You scream, making the other person scream, too.

“The fuck is wrong with you!” Veronica shouts angrily, flipping on a light switch. You squint as light hits you. “Are you trying to scare me half to death?”

You run over to her, trying to push her out the door. “We have to go! There’s someone in here!” you warn her, pushing harder, but she won’t budge.

“Girl, what are you talking about? There’s no one here!” You turn to protest, to point at the man who had been talking mere seconds earlier, but she’s right. As you scan the room, there’s no one to be seen.

“No, no, no. He was just there. I was on the couch, doing the ritual, and he -“

“Wait, you actually tried it, too?” she asks but you ignore her.

“- he spoke behind me when the lights went off! He was, he was…,” you trail off, feeling frantic, panicked. Had you just imagined it all? Had you paranoid yourself that badly from the ritual that you hallucinated the whole thing?

Veronica called out your name, making you look at her. “I think you need to go lay down. You don’t look to good.” You nodded slowly, agreeing with her. You did feel tired.

“Y-Yeah, I‘ll just…go lie down.” She sat down the pizza and held your hand to your bedroom, making sure you made it to your bed before bidding you goodnight. Once the door was shut, you were left alone in your room. You looked around it, suddenly aware of the darkness creeping in around the edges. It unnerved you and you quickly turn on your lamp next to your bed. It fills in the empty spaces, bringing clarity as you took note of every little detail of your room. It eased your mind, being able to see everything.

You shoved the blankets back and crawled under them, exhaustion hitting your hard once your head laid on to the pillows. With a stifled yawn, you close your eyes and attempt to forget about the whole thing as you fall asleep.

Masterlist ; Ao3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor #the radio demon #alastor hazbin #Alastor x reader #Alastor x you #Alastor fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfic #fanfic

[keresnotceres]

You, With the Watercolor Eyes

Ghost x Civilian!Reader (gn / undescribed)

[sfw] cw(s): heavy angst, mentions of ghost’s backstory, mentioned/implied self harm, disordered eating (aka ghost’s really bad habits).

1.3k words. not proofread. wrote this in, like, an hour.

While on deployment, Ghost has a recurring nightmare -- you’ve fallen out of love with him. The thought pervaded him for weeks, it wrecks him to a point his teammate notices a change in his demeanor, and he’s fallen into his old habits.

When he first woke up, he didn’t recognize the room he was in. Simon tensed under the thin sheet on top of him, hands twitching at his sides as if reaching for his pistol. Finally, he took into account the jacket hanging on the far end of his bedpost.

He remembered that he is Ghost. Simon does not exist here. And yet, Ghost felt his chest tighten as he recalled the dream that plagued him prior.

It was of you, his charming lover, untouched by the terrors of war and bloodshed. But not just your regular self, you were distant, callous. Something had caused you to change, something he didn’t know, something you wouldn’t tell him. He remembered trying to ask you what was wrong, and you only ignored him. It reminded him, briefly, of his father.

It wasn’t until a man with a blurry, unrecognizable face stepped into the room. If he squinted, Ghost could make out a gunshot wound in the middle of his forehead. When you made your way to the man, you fell into his arms, pressed up against him like he was a lifeboat and you were drowning.

“I don’t want you anymore.”

It was your voice, the voice that whispered “I love you“ in the night. The voice that muttered and screamed his name.

“I don’t love you.” Maybe it had been, “I never loved you;” Ghost couldn’t quite recall. Either way, they conveyed the same message: you weren’t in love with him anymore. You were leaving him for another man, one who could be with you, one who could say just how much he loved you all the time.

He couldn’t utter a word to you as you faded from his view, leaving him alone in an imitation of the living room in your home.

The next several days, Ghost felt more removed from himself than usual. The thought of you, the person he would rip the world apart for, the person who gave him something to live for, leaving him stayed with him. It haunted him.

Memories of his childhood surfaced, the thought of your relationship breaking down into what his parents had ripped into his head. When he was alone, Ghost would toss his gloves to the side just to feel his fingernails dig into his palms to try and feel a different pain. Soon enough, it evolved to drawing blood.

Ghost found himself skipping over meals to busy himself with other tasks, the hunger pains providing him with some sort of distraction from the gnawing hurt that the thought of not having you brought. Deep down, he knew that if you knew what he was doing to himself, you would plea him to stop. But the nightmare kept coming back, and so did the need to feel a different pain, and Ghost couldn’t stop.

Weeks later, the nightmares finally let him be. But the thought of you leaving clung to him like a wet shirt.

Ghost’s eyes glazed over the crowd of recruits in front of him, lingering on a few of the most competent-looking ones before he dismissed them. He watched inanimately as they dispersed, several clumping together to form a smaller, condensed group of friends. Others left on their own, likely to go find their own friends.

Ghost found that the others found him, more often then not it was Soap who came barging into his office to talk idly. It hadn’t happened in a few days, Ghost had taken advantage of not having a distraction to bury himself in paperwork, pushing away all the thoughts of you that clouded his mind.

He left the training area of the outside, making his way to his office. It had become some sort of hellish safe-haven. Ghost could slip away for a few minutes and Simon could claw his way forward.

There were very few times he thought of you normally, without the splotchy pain that came from his nightmares. Ghost found a difficult peace in the thoughts of you untainted by his unconscious, he’d caught himself reaching out to nothing as if you were there with him. It was then that the marred version of your relationship returned to him, you weren’t there because you left. You didn’t love him any more; how could you love a man like him?

While he thudded through the hallways, Ghost was unaware of an uncharacteristically silent Soap by his side. It wasn’t until he swung open his office door several minutes later and was stopped from slamming it shut by Soap grabbing it.

Soap frowned at him, stepping forward to push Ghost into his office without touching him at all. Ghost stepped back, disgust tearing at his throat at the thought of physical contact.

The two stood at a standstill, eyes locked, until Ghost was irked enough by the presence of something other than his own thoughts to turn on his heel and stalk over to his desk. He looked back at Soap, the action a silent question of ‘what the hell do you want.’

Soap frowned deeper and shut the door behind him. he crossed his arms over his chest and rocked forward a bit, stopping when he came to decision. “You’re actin’ wrong.”

Ghost’s eyes bored into Soap’s, unfeeling. “Pardon?”

Soap’s eyebrows set, his gaze hard. “Don’t act dumb. Actin’ more heartless than usual.”

Ghost set a hand on the desk, leaning his weight on it. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, Sergeant.” His eyes strayed to the papers that littered the desk, organization thrown to the wind.

“Bullshit.” Ghost’s eyes flicked to Soap, a tide of irritation crashing in them. “Tell me.” Soap took a step closer, a look of determination clashing with Ghost’s displeasure.

“Got nothing to tell you.”

“You have quite a lot to tell me, Lt.” Soap stepped closer again, his hands thrown to his sides, one balling into a fist.

“Johnny,” Ghost started, an obvious anger in his voice. “Lay off it”“ Soap glared at Ghost, and with all the exasperation and concern he could mange through a fit of anger, he retaliated.

“Simon,” the same vigor Ghost has used present in his voice. “What the fuck happened to you?” The way Soap spat out the words make it seem more like a statement; Ghost almost saw his father in front of him.

Ghost looked at him, defeated, tired. “Nightmares.” Soap looked utterly unconvinced and Ghost could do nothing but cede to the look on Soap's face. Ghost choked back the urge to conceal his personal life, internally clawing at his chest to stop talking. “My partner.”

It took two words for Soap's demeanor to change entirely. In the next moment, he's suddenly John MacTavish, the military personality is thrown to the side. Ghost considers doing the same, if only for a few seconds of comfort.

“I'm sorry, Lt.” Ghost half expected Soap to say something else, to call him an idiot. “Was it bad? Did they...” Soap trailed off, not wanting to say what they both know he was thinking.

Ghost shook his head, “no. Left for someone else, left nothing behind.” Soap grimaced, his hand raised up slightly, but fell down.

“It wasn't real.” Soap offered his best solace, and it made Ghost scoff a laugh out.

“Sure felt like it.”

“They love you,” Soap's voice was oddly serious, “I know it.” Ghost peered up at Soap, searching his face for a hint of falsity. “You could call, check in. Sure they'd love to hear from you.”

Ghost's mouth twitched, not that Soap could see.

“I'll do it, even.” He offered, a twist of compassion seeped through his words. “But I'll talk about how you've been skipping meals. How you stay long past clock to do paperwork.”

“You will not,’ Ghost sounded almost like his normal self, and Soap smiled at him a bit wickedly.

“Then you better call before I do.”

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[heartateasee]

“The Gallery”

Word count: 15.1k

Warnings: Unprotected sex

You can check out more of my work here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/heartatease (but I plan on uploading tumblr specific writing to this blog as well)

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Darcie stood in front of the three black and white canvases that were hanging on one of the walls of the art gallery she was currently employed at. Her head was tilted to the side as she hugged a glass of champagne against her chest. She was dressed in a pale pink jumpsuit with a corset-like top that complimented her olive colored skin, and accentuated her curves perfectly, but it wasn't all that revealing. Nude strappy heels were on her feet, and her hair was straightened, but still a bit big given how thick it was.

She wasn't working tonight, her boss giving her the night off to truly enjoy the showing that was happening. This gallery was a dream of hers, and she knew that she was on her way to being part owner of it. Art had always spoken to her. Whether it be paintings, photography or just drawings - it moved her all the same.

Taking a small sip from her glass, she walked a bit closer to the canvases, fingertips drifting along the bottom of one of them.

"Don't think you're supposed to touch those, you know?"

Darcie jumped slightly, quickly turning to see a man leaning against the pillar close to her. Shaggy chestnut curls were pushed back by a pair of sunglasses, but piercing green eyes were staring back at her. He was adorned in a pair of khaki trousers and a rust orange sweater - black and white old skool Vans on his feet.

"Oh, I just-"

"Those portraits are of you, aren't they?" He asked, raising his hand that held his glass of caramel colored liquor so he could point a finger at the wall.

The mystery man pushed himself off the pillar, beginning to walk in her direction. She nibbled on her bottom lip as he stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder, and he continued to admire the work in front of him.

"Why do you think these are me?" She asked, finally speaking to him after a moment or two.

Smirking softly, he looked over at Darcie - taking a sip of his drink as he looked back to the art. "The lighting may be completely different in this room right now, but I know how shadows would hit your curves. The way that I see it in my head is the exact way it's portrayed in these photos right in front of us - it has to be you. The curvature of your body is beautiful, and there's absolutely no way you can tell me that what I'm envisioning in my mind isn't what I'm seeing on this wall right now."

Darcie felt a warmth covering over the apples of her cheeks, and she quickly looked away from the man standing next to her as she stifled a giggle. He looked away from the wall to watch her, and a smile of his own took over his lips as he saw just how flushed he had caused her to be.

"So, do I get to know if I'm right?" He questioned, pursing his lip slightly to the side.

Darcie slowly looked back over at him, tapping her fingertips against the champagne flute in her hand. "You're right."

The man smirked softly, and she watched as the tip of his tongue ran along the inside of his cheek. "Well, it would be hard to get it wrong when it comes to someone as gorgeous as yourself."

Silence took over the both of them, but neither of them felt uncomfortable. They walked along the wall together a bit further, and Darcie could feel her face redden even more as they got to canvases that were so obviously her. These were more casual - her laying on a blanket in the middle of a park on an autumn day.

"Now these - there's no denying that these are you," he joked, glancing over to her, and she noticed the dimple denting his cheek as she looked back at him. "You must be quite the muse."

Darcie swallowed harshly as her brown eyes held his moss ones, and she quickly looked to her feet as she started to feel a bit overwhelmed. She was confident in herself, but there was something about this stranger that caused nerves to tingle in the depths of her stomach. It was a sensation she hadn't experienced in some time.

"Uhm, I guess so?"

"I'm Harry, by the way," the man spoke, holding his free hand out to her. He bit down on his bottom lip to conceal how much he was enjoying the pink tint covering her skin. It contrasted against her tanned complexion in such a way that drew him in.

"Nice to meet you, Harry, I'm-"

"Darcie," a voice came from behind the pair, and she looked over her shoulder to see her boyfriend, Joel, approaching them - causing Harry to quickly drop his hand.

"Hi darling," she cooed softly as he wrapped his arm around her waist, leaning down to plant a kiss against her cheek. "Did you make that sale?

Joel had left Darcie to speak to a potential buyer who was interested in the canvases of snapshots he had taken during a small trip to Portugal last year.

"I did, he was very happy to take them off my hands," Joel responded.

Harry immediately realized how much he had overstepped, and he grew a bit uncomfortable. Darcie turned to look back in his direction, placing her freehand against Joel's chest.

"This gentleman was actually just admiring your work as well," Darcie stated, noticing how uneasy Harry had started to look, and she felt a bit guilty.

"Oh, thanks man," Joel said, reaching a hand out. "I'm Joel."

"Harry."

They shook hands, and Darcie quickly downed the rest of their champagne as she wasn't sure how this could go. It was apparent that Joel was completely oblivious to the flirting that Harry had been doing previously though.

"Do you shoot as well?" Joel asked curiously.

Harry cleared his throat, taking another sip of his drink before answering. "I do, actually. What are you shooting on? These are magnificent. Both sets."

Harry's hand gestured to both the black and white photos that he had first noticed, as well as the ones of Darcie in the park.

"Well, it comes a little easy when I have someone as beautiful as her in front of the lens," Joel chuckled, squeezing Darcie's hip before focusing back on Harry. "I'm currently shooting on a Fujifilm GFX 100S, how about you?"

Lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck, Harry suddenly felt a bit awkward about the information he was about to share. "Oh, I've been shooting on a Leica S3 for the past year or so."

Darcie watched as Joel's eyes widened, and his jaw slightly dropped. "Holy shit, that's an almost twenty grand camera."

"It was a gift from a teacher," Harry said, really hoping that he didn't come across as some pretentious prick. "Not a college professor or anything like that, just someone who helped me learn a lot of things, and he thought of me like a son so..."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Darcie spoke up, immediately catching onto the fact that Harry was speaking about this particular person in the past tense.

Harry's eyes flickered over to hers, holding them. "Thank you."

"Joel!"

The three of them looked in the direction of where Joel's name was called from, and he quickly leaned down to press another kiss to the corner of Darcie's lips. "I'll be right back."

Darcie kept her eyes trained on her boyfriend as he walked away before turning back to Harry.

"I feel like I need to apologize," Harry rushed out, walking just a bit closer to her. "I'm sorry, if I had known that you were seeing someone I would've never flirted with you the way I was."

"Harry, really, it's okay," Darcie said, shaking her head softly at him. "And to be fair, yes, you were flirting, but you were extremely respectful. I also didn't necessarily stop you so..."

Harry let out a soft sigh, pressing his hand against his chest. "Okay, good, I just...I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. That's the last thing I would ever want."

"You didn't," Darcie giggled, finding this all a bit amusing. "I promise."

"Do you frequent this gallery often?" Harry asked, trying to steer their conversation in a more friendly, not flirty, direction.

"I actually work here," Darcie told him, giving him a large smile. "Hopefully working up to part owner soon."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Wow, that's impressive. Good for you."

The two of them continued to walk along the gallery, exchanging simple conversation, and having a drink refill along the way. As they approached the end of the photos, Harry placed his now empty glass on a table and turned to Darcie.

"I just want to say, you were exceptional company tonight," he confessed, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his pants. "And I have to tell you this because I can't leave without doing so, but you're a very stunning woman, and if you didn't have a boyfriend, I would absolutely be asking you to get a drink with me once you were finished here."

Darcie knew that Harry didn't mean any harm by what he was saying, and she actually appreciated his honesty. She couldn't blame Joel for being away all night, but she would admit that Harry's company was nice. They didn't know each other at all, but something about his presence helped her get through it all.

"Babe," she heard Joel's voice calling out to her, and he quickly rushed over. "I just made another five grand."

Darcie's eyes widened, shaking her head. "Oh my god, what did they buy?

"Your black and white portraits."

A frown quickly took over her features, and she took a step back from her boyfriend. "You told me that you weren't going to sell those. You said that those were only for you or me - other than displaying them to showcase your work."

Harry suddenly felt a bit of disgust brew in his chest from what he was hearing.

"I know, Cece, but it's a lot of money," Joel tried to reason, and Harry watched as Darcie took a deep breath.

Darcie actually hated the nickname 'Cece', but she never tried to correct Joel. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.

"I understand that, Joel, I really do," Darcie said, nodding her head. "I know we had them here tonight, but those are personal photos, and it's one thing for people to see them - it's another for someone other than me and you to have them in their possession. That's...that's my body. That's me."

"Oh come on, you let me take them, didn't you? You knew they were going to be shared around."

"Hey man," Harry didn't think twice about stepping in. "It is her body at the end of the day. From photographer to photographer, if she didn't consent to you selling, that's a bit fucked up."

Joel cut his eyes at Harry, quickly pulling Darcie behind his body to shield her from him. "Yeah, well I think it's a bit fucked up that I've looked over several times tonight, and I've seen you lingering around my girlfriend. What do you have to say about that?"

"Oh my god, Joel!" Darcie exclaimed, gripping his arm. "Please, he wasn't doing anything. We were just talking about your work, really."

"Look, I don't mean any harm, but-" Harry started, but before he could get another word in, he felt a shove to his shoulder.

"I advise that you leave - right now."

Darcie looked between the two of them with wide eyes, her full lips parted as she tried to make sense of what was happening in front of her. Part of her wanted to defend Joel, her boyfriend, because he had been her partner for the past eight months, but there was another part of her that wanted to defend Harry, the man she had just met.

"Okay," Harry nodded, eyes flashing to Darcie for a moment before looking back to Joel. "I'll go."

Joel and Darcie watched as Harry exited the main gallery and started towards the lobby, and it caused that feeling of guilt to creep into Darcie's stomach once more.

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It was a week or so later that Darcie was working at the gallery, and she was still extremely irritated with Joel for selling off those pictures of her. The ones of her in the park returned to his apartment as planned, but the black and white ones had been sold, and they ended up being sold to someone for twice the amount that Joel initially planned to sell them for.

It caused a big rift between the two of them, and she questioned their entire relationship at the fact that he would do something like this for money. Regardless of her pleading with him not to let those pictures go anywhere but his or her place, he still did it. That sour taste in her mouth at the whole thing was growing hard to get rid of.

"Darcie," Fiona, one of the interns, spoke up as she knocked on the doorway of her office. "There's a package for you at the front desk."

"Thanks," Darcie said, hardly looking up from her computer as she was finishing up an email to a potential client.

She was expecting a few shipments of art to display as a lot of recent pieces had ended up selling, so she wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that there was a delivery for her. Darcie pushed herself up from her desk and walked towards the front.

"These mine?" She asked Angie behind the desk who was currently on the phone. Angie gave Darcie a nod, and she collected the wrapped pieces before heading back to her office.

She placed them on her desk, undoing the tie that was holding them together. As she began to unwrap the first canvas, her jaw dropped slightly. It took her a moment to process, and her eyes wandered over the picture.

It was her.

Darcie quickly worked to unwrap the other two pieces, realizing they were also her. All three of the black and white portraits from Joel's show. As she unwrapped the last one, a piece of folded paper fell out of the wrapping and she immediately grabbed it. She unfolded it, and allowed her eyes to bounce along the handwriting covering the page.

"I know you didn't want these pictures going anywhere but the two of you. Before I left, I offered to pay double of what Joel previously accepted, and I was met with an immediate 'yes'. I only did that so I could get these back to you - just as you wanted. I hope this can bring you some relief in knowing they aren't just hanging up in some random person's home.

Take care, Darcie. Maybe at some point we'll meet again. xx

-H"

Darcie let out a small laugh of disbelief, her hands tracing over the canvases in front of her once she set the letter down. She knew it was Harry - it had to be. No other person heard the fight between her and Joel, and the fact that the letter was signed 'H' just solidified that it was him. The way that he would go to these lengths just to protect these pictures of her after hearing her plead with her boyfriend not to sell them was unfathomable.

She sat down quickly at her computer and went into their customer database. It was a bit risky to do this, as she was breaking a few rules by searching for a customer's personal information for something other than a sale, but she needed to find him. Her eyebrows narrowed as she typed 'Harry' into the search engine under the first name, and an immediate groan left her as over fifteen thousand matches popped up. It's what she should have expected, but all she wanted to do was thank him for what he had done for her.

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It was the following June, a little over a year since Joel's showing at the art gallery, and Darcie was preparing for another showing tonight. This one she would be working, seeing as she did get the position of part opener at the end of last year. This particular showing also was not one of Joel's, but a gentleman who was new to the area. His name was Ethan, and this was his first showing in the city.

The showing was already in full force come eight o'clock, and Darcie hadn't stopped moving around since it started. She thought that by now she would be able to leave things in the hands of others so that she could have a cocktail while viewing the pieces, but that looked almost impossible at the moment.

"Darcie, please go and enjoy the showing," Angie, who was now her personal assistant instead of just working the front desk at the gallery, pleaded as she followed behind her boss. "I promise that we can take care of everything else."

Darcie let out a sigh, standing with her hands on her hips as she looked along the crowd around them. "Are you absolutely positive, Angie?"

Angie nodded eagerly, placing a hand on Darcie's back as she guided her to the bar. "Have a drink, and go."

There wasn't another second to spare an argument from Darcie as Angie had quickly turned on her heels and started back towards the main area of the showing. Turning her attention back to the bartender, Darcie ordered herself a dirty martini with extra olives and the bartender obliged. With her drink in her hand, she walked to the beginning of the gallery - starting from 'the beginning' as Ethan had labeled it.

Her feet carried her into the next room a few minutes later, quite bigger than the first room, and there were benches in the middle that you could sit on and admire the work if you chose to do so. As she stared at one particular piece, one that displayed a woman laying in a field of flowers, she suddenly felt a presence behind her.

"I much preferred the showing from last May, if I'm going to be completely honest."

The rich accent that Darcie figured she would never hear again flooded into her ears, and she slowly looked over her shoulder to see Harry with a small smirk on his lips.

"Is that so?" Darcie asked playfully, watching as Harry's dimples appeared as his smirk morphed into a wide smile.

"Absolutely, bought three pieces myself, didn't you know?

Looking down at her drink, Darcie laughed at Harry's statement - knowing that he was referring to her pieces that he had sent her. She lifted a hand to twirl the small skewer with her remaining olives, watching as she moved it around her drink. By the time she looked back up, Harry was directly at her side.

They took a moment and allowed their eyes to drag over one another, and Darcie noted at how much more formal he looked tonight than the last time he was here. Harry made note that Darcie looked a bit more carefree, and the dress she had on tonight was way more revealing than the jumpsuit she wore last year.

"Another showing of your boyfriend's?" Harry quipped, and Darcie just about choked on the sip she had just taken of her martini. He chuckled softly, muttering a quick 'sorry' as he watched her wipe her fingertips over her lips.

"Well," Darcie started once she had gathered herself. "Would be difficult for this to be a boyfriend's showing considering I don't have one of those."

Harry raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his own drink as he hummed in response.

"What?" Darcie questioned, biting one of the olives off the skewer.

He tried so hard not to, but Harry couldn't help that he directed his eyeline to her lips as she pulled the garnish into her mouth. Darcie noticed immediately, and as much as she wanted to tease him for it, she decided not to.

"Nothing," Harry cleared his throat, and Darcie disguised her crooked grin as she saw a soft blush on his cheekbones.

They both looked back to the canvas in front of them, taking it in together, and they each felt as if they were experiencing deja vu. Darcie's heels lightly clicked against the floor as they continued to make their way around the showing, and eventually Harry turned to look at her again.

"So, did you get your part owner position?" He asked, finishing off his drink as he could see they were nearing the end of the pictures.

Darcie's eyes widened, shocked that Harry had remembered that detail from their conversation. "Uhm...yes, actually," she said with a soft nod. "I was in charge of planning this whole showing tonight. It was so busy I didn't think that I'd be able to enjoy it myself, but my assistant made it a point to tell me that she could handle it."

"Well, I'm glad she did that. I caught a glimpse of you when I first walked in, but you looked like you were extremely busy. I didn't want to bother you."

"Looking for me, were you?" Darcie teased, finishing off the rest of her martini - popping the last olive into her mouth once she swallowed.

Harry pulled his bottom lip through his teeth, but his boyish smile still made its way through. "Can you blame me? I meant what I said last time we saw each other, Darcie. You're stunning, and I enjoyed your company that night. I hoped that this time I would actually be able to do what I wanted to do last time."

"And what would that be?"

Harry walked a bit closer, still leaving the slightest gap between the two of them. "Me asking you to have a drink with me once you're finished here. We can go wherever you want - I'm just not ready to say goodnight to you yet."

Darcie's stomach flipped with excitement at Harry's request. She hadn't been on any dates since her and Joel broke up not too long after his showing. She saw his true colors that night, and she didn't like them. Since then, she really hadn't had any time to focus on dating. All of her time was invested in the gallery these days, and she enjoyed it that way.

But she had hoped that one day she would get the opportunity to thank Harry for his kind gesture, and the fact that he was opening that door for her, she wasn't going to pass it up.

Not to mention he was also extremely attractive, and his raspy accent made her want to melt into the floor.

"I think I can manage that," Darcie responded, trying not to seem too eager when really she was ecstatic to be going out with him. She felt like it was fate that he ended up back here tonight, and that maybe this was going to lead to something more.

Harry and Darcie placed their empty glasses back on the bar, and Harry's hand found the small of her back as they began to walk through the crowd of people.

"I just need to find my assistant and make sure that everything's good before we go. This is going to be ending here soon anyway," Darcie told Harry over her shoulder as they walked, given he was walking at an angle behind her, but he still made sure he kept his hand securely on her back.

Darcie quickly located Angie, and she told Harry to excuse her for just a moment. He nodded, eyes staying trained on her as she made her way over to a blonde in the corner of the room. He watched as the blonde's eyes flickered over to him, and Darcie quickly turned so that their backs were facing him. Harry laughed to himself, as the blonde was clearly told not to look over at him, but she did it anyway.

It was only a few seconds later that Darcie made her way back over to Harry with a small black handbag over her shoulder. "Angie actually has it all covered, so I'm ready to go whenever you are."

"I think I'm all set," Harry told her, his hand finding its home on her back once again.

They made their way out of the gallery and onto the street, the newly summer breeze fanning over their bodies. "There's a nice tapas bar a block or so down that has really good tequila if you're interested in something like that," Darcie suggested with a small shrug.

"Lead the way," Harry encouraged her, making sure to walk close to her on the sidewalk.

Darcie decided to be a bit brave, and she curled into Harry's side slightly as they walked. Harry noticed, and his stomach knotted just a bit. As confident as he tried to come off to her, Darcie did make him nervous. She was easily the most gorgeous woman he ever had the chance of being in the presence of, and the fact that she was reciprocating his advances had him both excited and anxious.

"Do you go to this bar often?" He asked, trying to start up another conversation with her. The silence wasn't awkward, but he wanted to be able to talk to her as much as possible before the night was through.

"I do," Darcie said with a soft nod. "It's a regular after work spot for a lot of us. We're missing it tonight, obviously, but they have a really great happy hour. Are you hungry at all? The food is fantastic and authentic."

"I could eat."

Darcie pointed at an upcoming building, and once they reached it, Harry held the door open for her. They stepped inside, and Darcie immediately walked up to the hostess stand.

"Hi there, is the rooftop bar open tonight?" She asked, and the hostess gave her a nod. "Would it be possible for my friend and I to be seated up there, please?"

"Absolutely - just the two of you, Miss Crane?"

"Yes, just the two of us. Thank you so much."

Darcie walked back to Harry and locked her arm around his, her hand cupping to his bicep, as they began to follow the hostess up the staircase that was right near the entrance. The building wasn't too tall, so they only had to walk up two flights of steps before they were exiting out a side door that brought them out onto the roof.

The hostess walked them over to a small two top table that had an incredible view of the city before placing their menus down. "Your server will be right with you guys. Good to see you again, Miss Crane."

Harry quickly pulled out Darcie's seat for her, earning him a 'thank you' before he assisted her with scooting it in a bit. He sat in his own chair, shrugging off his suit jacket - draping the garment over the back of it. His eyes wandered over the drink menu as he undid the buttons of his sleeves around his wrist, beginning to roll them up to his elbows.

Although Harry's eyes were on the menu, Darcie's eyes were glued to Harry's actions. She watched as his fingers gracefully tucked and rolled the shirt, and her eyebrows raised as ink became visible on both of his arms. Harry could feel her eyes after a moment, and he eventually looked up to see her staring at him with slightly wide eyes.

"What? Are tattoos a deal breaker?" He joked, causing Darcie to come back into the present moment. They both laughed softly at his remark before she shook her head.

"I mean, if they are a deal breaker it's because I tend to be attracted to those with tattoos, not the other way around. How long have you been getting tattooed for? You seem to have quite a few."

"Since I was eighteen, and I have plenty more. My torso, hips, thighs and a few here and there along the rest of my legs," Harry said with a shrug.

Darcie's mouth began to run dry, and she quickly grabbed the complimentary water the hostess had poured for them before she left, taking a few big sips to try to get herself together. Thinking about the tattoos on his hips and his thighs caused her mind to slightly spiral, and she knew if she allowed herself to linger on it too much that she could become a babbling mess.

"Seems like you do come here quite often since you're on a name basis with the staff," Harry smirked as he took a sip of water himself.

"I insist that they call me Darcie, but the owner is adamant that they don't," Darcie cringed slightly. "Miss Crane just sounds so formal."

"Darcie Crane," Harry mused, letting out a bit of a hum afterwards. "That's definitely a beautiful name."

"Darcie Lennox Crane, if you want to get official."

Harry's eyebrows raised, slightly surprised that she would reveal her full name to him so suddenly. "Well, Darcie Lennox Crane, I'm Harry Edward Styles," he stated, holding his hand out to her. "It's nice to officially meet you...again."

Darcie's stomach somersaulted at Harry's gesture, and she let out a small laugh as she placed her hand in his. They shook them a couple times before they both busted out into a fit of laughter, dropping their hands back onto the top of the table.

A server ended up coming over to the table, and Darcie ordered herself an Añejo old fashioned. Harry was surprised by her drink of choice, and decided on ordering one of those for himself as well. The server walked away to ring in their drinks, and Darcie turned back to Harry.

"Any dietary restrictions?" she asked. "I have a few go to tapas that I could order for us, but I want to make sure I get what you like or what you can have."

"I'm a vegetarian, but other than that, no allergies or anything," Harry responded, tapping his fingertips against his glass of water.

"I can work with that," Darcie teased playfully.

"So, tell me a little bit more about yourself," Harry said, leaning forward to cross his arms on the top of the table.

Darcie pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, looking out at the city for a moment - tucking a strand of hair that was blowing in the breeze behind her ear. It had been a while since she had to do this. New people didn't come into her life very often these days, at least not on this level, and she wasn't really sure if she found herself all that exciting.

"Well," she started, after clearing her throat, looking back over to Harry to see him still looking at her so intently. "As you know, I'm now part owner of the gallery, and I'm really enjoying that. I have a master's degree in art history, so if that doesn't tell you where my heart lies."

Darcie chewed on the inside of her cheek, trying to think of anything else that would still have her come off as interesting to the appealing gentleman in front of her. "I speak fluent Spanish. I have my whole life practically because my grandmother speaks very little English and, if I'm not at the art gallery, I enjoy readings...like poetry readings."

Harry had moved to cup his chin in his palm as Darcie spoke, his focus completely on her. He couldn't remember the last time he was so intrigued with someone. He'd be lying if he said her beautiful face, and her stunning figure, hadn't popped up into his mind more times than he could count over the past year or so, but now it was nice to match her inviting personality with that as well.

When he witnessed how much of an ass her boyfriend was at that showing last year, and the fact that he would let some random person buy pictures of his girlfriend without her consent, he knew he needed to do something about it. He didn't even think twice about stopping by the table that was set up for those who were interested in buying on the way out. Although Joel had threatened him to leave, there was no way he was going to do that without ensuring those pictures were his. The intention was always to get them back to Darcie, and with him knowing that she worked at the gallery, it made it all so easy.

"A master's degree...speaking fluent spanish?" Harry quirked a brow with a small nod. "Intelligent and beautiful. Consider me one of the luckiest men in the world to be here at this table with you tonight."

Darcie shook her head at Harry, shielding her face slightly for a moment with her hand. "You're ridiculous," she laughed, feeling the heat on her cheeks.

"I'm just telling the truth, Miss Crane."

The server came back over with their drinks, placing them down on the table before asking if they were ready to order.

"Yes, we're going to order a few things, actually. We'll take one order of the patatas bravas, pimientos de Padrón..." Darcie quickly turned her attention over to Harry. "Pesecetarian?"

Harry gave her a quick nod before she turned back to their server. "An order of gambas al ajillo, and pulpo a la Gallega."

Harry was more than impressed at the fluidity of how Darcie ordered, knowing exactly what she could and couldn't order for Harry due to his restriction. Once the server walked away, Darcie focused back in on him, seeing the slight smile tugging on his lips.

"What?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

Harry took the moment to really admire her. The shape of her sculpted nose with the freckles that were scattered across it. Her lips with the defined cupid's bow, and the way her hair framed perfectly around her face. He was so drawn in already, hell, he was already drawn in last year, but now seeing how she truly carried herself - it just made her that much more appealing to him.

"That was..." Harry started but cleared his throat, licking over his bottom lip. "I'm sorry, but for lack of a better term, that was sexy. You're a woman who's very sure of what she wants, and you deliver that with such confidence."

"Oh but if he only knew," Darcie thought to herself.

The only thing that she was sure she wanted was Harry's attention, and maybe more than that, but her confidence that she had in almost every other aspect was not coming to her tonight. He intimidated her in the best way possible. He was so sure of himself, and she hadn't really met anyone who exuded that as much as he did before.

"I told you, I just come here a lot," Darcie said, trying not to have him read too much into her.

"It's not just that," Harry responded with a shake of his head. He ran the tip of his finger around the rim of his glass, waiting to cheers her properly before taking the first sip. "It's everything about you as a whole. I hope I don't overstep by saying that you intrigue me, Darcie. You did a year ago, and even further now that I'm seeing more of you."

Darcie honed in on his finger dancing around the rim, and that's when she noticed just how many rings he had adorning both of his hands.

If Darcie had been standing, she surely would have been weak at the knees. Her body was turning into complete jello the more he spoke about her. Sure, others had talked about her in the past in ways that complimented her, but never like Harry was tonight.

"Well, you intrigue me too," Darcie admitted, lifting her drink out to him. "To an unexpected reunion."

"To an unexpected reunion."

They allowed their glasses to clink together before they each took a sip from their drink. Darcie's eyes peered at him over the bottom of the glass - waiting for his reaction. Harry's brows launched into his forehead for a moment before they settled, and they both lowered their drinks.

"Oh wow," he said, patting his lips together for a moment before licking over them. "That's really good. I've never had one of these before."

"It's my tried and true," Darcie said with a shrug. "I'm glad that you enjoy it."

Darcie now took the time to study Harry. His curls were a bit shorter than the last time she had seen him, and he was obviously dressed up a bit more than he was the first time. She had to wonder if he did that consciously, or if he switched his style up on a whim.

"So I have to ask," she spoke up again after taking another sip of her drink. "You spoke about a mentor of sorts that helped you learn what you know as far as photography goes. How long did he teach you?"

"A few years," Harry responded, swirling the liquid around in his glass a bit. "He was older, and he knew he wasn't in the best of health. There wasn't anything in particular that was wrong, no disease or anything - it was just his time. He left a lot to me, and he actually just passed away before I went to the showing last year. He was my biggest supporter."

Darcie nodded, and she could see a glaze of sorrow coat over Harry's emerald eyes. Slowly, she reached a hand out to run her fingertips over the back of his hand that was still casually resting on the table. "I'm sure he taught you so well, Harry, and I'm certain that teaching you was probably one of his greatest joys. From the little bit you've told me, I think he cherished you dearly."

To try to get his mind off of the sensitive subject she had brought up, she gave his hand a small squeeze before pulling it away. "So what is your typical thing to shoot? Do you shoot people, animals, objects..."

"People mostly," Harry said as he looked down at his drink in his glass. "I shot a few models here and there throughout photography school, but after that I really only shot people that I was...involved with. Men and women."

Hesitantly, Harry brought his eyes up to look at Darcie who remained sitting there with an unchanged expression on her face. Usually when Harry had brought up that he had been with men in the past, most women he was interested in would quickly end the encounter and leave. He wasn't getting that type of vibe from Darcie, but he couldn't quite make out the look she was giving him.

"Well, I think sometimes it's better for the artist to work with someone they feel close to," Darcie began to explain. "You can read them better, and you can sometimes pose them in a way that feels more comfortable - not to mention the model feels safe and relaxed when they know who's behind the camera."

Harry's eyebrows narrowed slightly. "You...you don't care that I've been involved with men?"

"What?" Darcie asked, her brows now mimicking Harry's. "No, absolutely not, Harry. I've been with both men and women myself. Were you worried about sharing that part of yourself with me?"

For the first time tonight, Darcie was seeing a bit of Harry's vulnerability.

"It's not so much that it was about you. I've just had bad experiences with revealing that part of myself. Both men and women, actually, have issues sometimes. It's mostly women though that aren't the biggest fans of me involving myself with both genders. I've even been with those who choose not to label themselves at all. I'm just attracted to people in general, I think. I don't really label myself."

"Trust me, if anyone gets that, it's me. I feel the same way. I'm just attracted to people. Joel actually hated that about me," Darcie confessed. "Was always worried that his beloved Cece was going to leave him for a woman...insecure bastard."

Darcie took a large sip of her drink, and Harry couldn't help but slightly snort at the name she had given her ex, and the fact she had brought up his nickname for her. "Yeah, he wasn't the kindest human around was he? And I could tell you hated that nickname, by the way.”

"Not at all a nice guy, and fuck, that nickname was so cringy. I was way too nice, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him that I absolutely hated it."

They took in the sound of the city for a few moments before the server came over with a large tray, setting down all the different tapas that Darcie had ordered onto the table. Darcie and Harry both thanked them as they placed their napkins in their laps.

"Okay, let me give you the run down before we start," Darcie said, a smile creeping onto her lips. She was a true foodie, especially when it came to authentic foods, and she enjoyed introducing people to new things. "So this here is fried potatoes mixed with spices and sauces, these are just blistered Padron peppers..."

Darcie's dainty finger pointed to each dish as she explained it to Harry, and it honestly warmed his heart that she was taking the time to explain what he would be eating. "These are shrimp in a Spanish style garlic sauce, and lastly this is octopus."

Harry made a slight face and Darcie quickly raised her finger. "Hear me out for a second," she giggled. "It's boiled in a copper cauldron so that the consistency is just right, and it's seasoned with paprika, salt and olive oil. They say it's best if you drink it with red wine, but we'll stick with what we have because I think it's still just as good. And that's just bread on the side that pairs well with it."

The thought of different food didn't disgust Harry really, he had just never tried it before, but he was the type of person who was open to trying any food at least once. "Well, I guess starting here is as good as anywhere, hm?" He asked, pointing to the plate stacked with the octopus pieces.

"I would say so, yes."

Darcie and Harry each grabbed a piece of bread before grabbing a chunk of octopus to place on top. "Cheers," they said in unison, tapping their pieces of food together. They plopped them into their mouths and chewed, a large smile overtaking Darcie's lips as they did so.

Harry licked over his lips once finished, and gave her a nod. "Okay, that's extremely delicious."

"I told you!" Darcie exclaimed, grabbing her drink to take a sip. "See, you got through the hard one, now everything else you don't have to be scared of."

Darcie and Harry made their way through the food, Harry actually liking the octopus dish so much that he ordered a second serving when they ordered another round of drinks. By the end of the night, they were slouched in their seats with full bellies and a nice buzz from the alcohol.

"I'm taking you didn't drive this evening?" Harry asked Darcie after requesting the bill from their server.

Shaking her head, Darcie finished off her drink - ice clinking around the glass as she did so. "Nope, I knew I'd probably have a few drinks once the showing was over, so I grabbed an Uber."

"Thankfully I can walk to both here and the gallery from my place. How far out is it for you?"

"Walking wise? Probably a twenty minute walk," Darcie shrugged, snagging a large claw clip from her bag to pin her hair up loosely. "I've done it before, but I'm too full tonight to do so."

The bill came and both Darcie and Harry reached for it at the same time. Darcie shook her head, hand clasping around the book. "Harry, please, let me," she insisted. "I ordered all that food with the intention of paying."

"There's no way I'm letting you pay for this, Darcie," Harry argued, his hand closing down around part of the book as well. "Especially considering it was a big night for you with your showing and all. Let me help you celebrate."

Darcie shook her head again, beginning to tug the check in her direction. "C'mon, I really don't mind."

Harry pursed his lips to the side, studying Darcie for what felt like the millionth time tonight. Now that her hair was up in the claw clip, he could see the long line of her neck, and his mind was already picturing the way he could pose her to where the light would hit it beautifully.

"Okay, fine," Harry agreed with a soft nod, but he didn't release the check yet. "I'll let you pay if you model for me. I need a few more pictures for a portfolio I'm sending in for a showing a few states over. You'd be perfect."

He hoped he didn't run her off with his offer. He wasn't sure if she had even posed for anyone since Joel, or if she'd be interested in doing so again. Part of him felt a bit foolish now because he wasn't sure if there was hesitancy there.

Darcie smirked softly at Harry, tilting her chin up a bit. "Is that what all of tonight was for? Just to get me to pose for you? You did say I was quite the muse - I haven't forgotten."

Harry's eyes widened a bit, and he moved his head in disagreement. "No, no absolutely not," he stated, beginning to fumble over his words a bit.

Holding it in for as long as she could, Darcie busted out laughing after a moment, falling back in her seat a bit. "Harry, I'm just joking. I'd love to pose for you."

Harry let out a loud sigh, dropping the check onto the table as he was still holding it. "Goodness gracious, Darcie," he chuckled. "About to make me start sweating over here."

Darcie quickly took care of the check and they stood from the table. Harry slung his suit jacket over his shoulder, not bothering to put it back on as Darcie grabbed her purse. They walked back down the stairs and towards the front of the restaurant, Harry making sure to keep a firm arm around Darcie's waist considering they both had alcohol flowing in their system and she was in heels.

They walked outside, and Darcie pulled her phone out. "So where will I be meeting you for this said photoshoot?" She asked, pulling up her Uber app.

"My studio, if that's okay," Harry said, leaning against the brick wall on the side of the restaurant, watching Darcie as she concentrated on the screen in her hand. "Just got it all set up actually - you'd be the first to help me try it out."

Darcie's eyes lifted at that sentence, and she tucked her bottom lip through her teeth. "Well in that case, I'm excited."

Harry's eyes were glued to the way Darcie's teeth sank into her plush lip, and he held his hand out for her. He sent her a crooked smile, and she quickly tucked her phone away. She had ordered her Uber, but it was going to be another few minutes before it arrived. Her hand slid easily in his and he pulled her close.

Slowly, he moved their conjoined hands up to his shoulder, letting his slip away so just hers rested there, and his hand dropped to her hip. "I really enjoyed tonight."

"Me too," Darcie breathed, eyes dancing all over Harry's face.

They were both a bit flushed from the tequila, their heads fuzzy, but they were still very much aware of their proximity. Darcie moved a bit closer, her other hand coming down against Harry's chest. Sucking in a deep breath, Harry's free hand cupped the nape of her neck, his thumb raising up to run the pad of it against her jawline.

"And I've been meaning to tell you all night, but thank you so much, Harry," she said sincerely, her hand smoothing up and down one of his pecs. "For the portraits you bought. I don't think there's anything I could ever really do to truly thank you for that, but just know that meant so much to me. Such a selfless act for someone that you didn't even know."

Harry shook his head. "I wasn't about to let him get away with doing that to you. From a photographer standpoint, it was wrong. You weren't consenting, and that's enough to get him blacklisted from ever having another showing - he's lucky I didn't take it that far. But from a human to human standpoint, especially when that other human was you, I couldn't let it happen. That look on your face when you realized he was talking about your portraits...it bothered me so much."

"God, you're so..." Darcie trailed off, not even knowing what she wanted to say with a shake of her head. She could still feel Harry's thumb against her jawline, caressing the area so gently.

"I really want to kiss you," Harry admitted, swallowing harshly as he waited for her reaction.

Darcie held Harry's eyes, heart thumping against her chest. "Entonces bésame, chico bonito."

Harry groaned, eyes slipping shut for a second at the sound of Darcie speaking Spanish to him. His eyes fluttered back open, and he shook his head. "As fucking sexy as that is, I can't understand what you're-"

Taking the initiative, Darcie leaned forward and pressed her lips against Harry's. His lips were soft and plush against hers, and she found that hers were immediately parting to prod her tongue against his bottom lip. Harry obliged without hesitation, and they both snuck their tongues out at the same time to roll against one another. They could taste the alcohol on each other, both of them tasting the same but different all at once. His hand moved up the nape of her neck to cup the bottom of her chin, thumb pressing into one cheek with the tips of his fingers digging into the other. His rings were slightly indenting her skin, but she didn't care - not in the slightest.

Darcie moaned softly into his mouth, her chest now flush against his. They could each feel their hearts pounding, but if anything, it gave them a sense of security to know they were both just as nervous and worked up as the other.

The kiss was having Darcie weak at the knees, and if Harry didn't have such a strong grip on her face and her hip, she was sure that she'd be falling against the concrete beneath them. She knew that he was probably a good kisser, but this was exceeding her expectations completely. There was never a time where she had an initial kiss with someone that was as good as this.

They each pulled away with a soft 'smack', and their eyes opened back up at the same time - both remembering that they were still very much in public. Darcie gave Harry a lazy smile, sliding her hand up his chest a bit to run the tips of her fingers along what she could see of his collarbone. She opened her mouth to speak, but she felt her phone vibrating in her purse, indicating that her Uber was soon approaching.

She quickly pulled it out of her purse and handed it over to Harry. "Put your number in and I'll text you," she said with a nod. "We can set up a time for me to come over."

Harry was still out of it from the kiss, but when Darcie raised her eyebrows, urging him to hurry since they didn't have much time, he took the phone from her and put his number in. He handed it back to her as a car pulled up on the curb and Darcie held up a finger to them.

"Goodnight, Darcie," Harry said once she turned back to him.

Humming, she pushed onto her tiptoes to press her lips against his once more. "Goodnight, Harry," she spoke, pulling back. She cupped his cheek in one of her hands, and she dragged the pad of her thumb down the middle of his heart shaped lips. "Voy a soñar con estos labios."

She pulled away from him completely, sending him another quick wave before slipping into the Uber. They waved at each other through the window, and Darcie immediately lifted her phone up in her hand - sending Harry a quick text. She was already excited and comfortable with him taking photos of her, but now she really couldn't wait to see him again.

⚘⚘⚘

Darcie found herself outside of the door of Harry's studio the following weekend. His studio was actually in an apartment building, and she wondered what it was going to look like inside. It was a bit aways from where she suspected his place and the gallery to be since he said he could walk to the tapas restaurant and the gallery from where he lived. This was actually a bit closer to her place - about a ten minute walk. She was a bit nervous, but she had to remind herself that Harry had taken pictures of probably hundreds of people, and that he knew what would and wouldn't work for her.

But she was mostly nervous because she was unsure if anything further was going to happen after their kiss.

Sucking in a deep breath, she lifted her fist and knocked on the door, her other hand wringing the strap of her duffel bag that was on her shoulder. He had asked her to bring a few things to change into as he expected to shoot her in a few different outfits. She wasn't too sure what all he was looking for, so she packed about six or seven options to choose from.

The door flew open, and Harry's lips immediately curled up into a smile as he took in Darcie standing in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Darcie Lennox Crane," he said playfully, stepping out of the doorway and gesturing his hand inside. "Nice to see you again."

Just like the other two times she had been in his presence, Darcie found herself blushing furiously due to his charm as she stepped into the apartment. "Nice to see you again as well, Harry Edward Styles."

Her eyes took in the apartment, and she was impressed to see that he had a few different set ups throughout the rooms. The kitchen and bathrooms were the only rooms that seemed untouched and just decorated like they normally would be.

Harry watched as Darcie walked around, her expression showing just how intrigued she was with everything. She finally turned to look at him again, a smile washing over her.

"This is incredible, Harry," she complimented him, dropping her bag near the bathroom as she figured that's probably where she would do most of her changing.

"Thanks," Harry's cheeks flushed a soft pink, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck.

After a second or two, he cleared his throat and pointed towards the bathroom. "If you want to get dressed in the first outfit that you chose, you can go ahead. Meet me in this room over here," he instructed, pointing to one of the bedrooms that had darker hues on the walls, and less lighting than the other bedroom.

Darcie nodded and walked into the bathroom, deciding she'd settle on the darker outfit she had brought with her. She stripped out of the leggings and hoodie she had on, pulling on a pair of black leather trousers, a pair of black ankle boots and a deep red corset type body suit. Tilting her head to the side, she shrugged on a black blazer as well, lifting her hands to get her hair out from under the collar.

Her makeup and hair were done as she usually did them, and it was the natural look she always went for. A lot of makeup had never really been her thing as it covered her freckles, and they were honestly one of her favorite things about herself.

She stepped out the bathroom, the clicking of her boots making her presence known as she rounded the corner into the room Harry was occupying.

Looking him over, Darcie could see that his brows were furrowed in concentration as he stared at the screen on his camera. He had a pair of glasses resting towards the end of his nose, and she took the moment to take in his apparel. He had on a pair of black slacks with a white tank top tucked in, a red short sleeve button up that was open rested on his shoulders. A pair of beat up white Vans authentics were on his feet, pink laces on one with just the plain white ones on the other.

Harry looked up after a moment as he could see Darcie in the door frame out of the corner of his eye, and he felt speechless as he saw her outfit choice.

"Oh wow," he breathed, licking over his bottom lip. "Darcie, you look...you look amazing."

Darcie sent him a soft smile as she walked further into the room. "Thank you, I hope that it's appropriate for what you're going for."

Harry nodded adamantly, having this outfit blow his vision right out of the water at this point. "Better than what I had in mind, actually. You've given me a whole new array of ideas to work with," he said honestly. He walked over to the dark curtains that were covering up the window, separating them just enough to let a little bit of light shine through.

He walked back over to Darcie, gently slipping his hand in hers, still holding the camera in the other, as he walked her over to stand against one of the walls that was adorned in a dark floral type wallpaper. She made notes that the outfit she had chosen matched the colors perfectly, and she could early see the vision that Harry was going for.

Darcie easily posed for him, Harry having to hardly guide her at all. He shot her at different angles, perching down on one knee, standing on top of a chair or just capturing her straight on. It was all he could do to not drool while looking back at the pictures on the small screen of his camera. He was right in what he said the first time they met - she truly was the perfect muse.

"Okay, I think we can do an outfit change if you're comfortable with that," Harry stated as he walked closer to Darcie, showing her some of the pictures he had taken. "These are great, Darcie. You're so beautiful."

He peeked up from the screen, and he saw that her eyes were already on him - her hand lightly on his shoulder as she was peering over it. His eyes dropped to her lips for a moment before he cleared his throat while stepping away from her. Harry wanted to kiss her again so badly, but he also didn't want Darcie to think the only reason he was doing so was to use her as a model.

"Alright, Mr. Styles," Darcie joked with a soft smirk as she started to walk out of the room. She saw a white button up draped across one of the arm chairs. Her fingertips trailed over it, and she looked over her shoulder to see Harry pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose as he was switching out the memory cards in his camera. Licking over her bottom lip, she snatched up the white button up as a new idea for her next outfit popped into her mind.

She could tell the button up was his as it had little splotches of paint on the back, and they matched the walls of the room he had just been shooting her in. It was obvious that for some reason he had either worn that shirt while painting, or nudged against something while the paint was still drying, but as long as she faced forward those spots wouldn't be in the picture.

Darcie stared at herself in the mirror as she stripped out of the clothes she was currently wearing. She switched out her undergarments for a matching set - a white bra and a pair of white underwear. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she pulled Harry's button up over her shoulders. She went back and forth on whether or not to walk out just like this, but she decided she'd go for a big reveal during the middle of him taking her picture.

After doing up the buttons of the shirt, only leaving the top three unbuttoned to reveal a bit of her sternum, Darcie exited the bathroom. Her feet were bare, not having her make any noise like she did previously when she walked out in her ankle boots. She noticed that Harry was no longer in the previous room, and she began to wander around the apartment. Eventually she found him in the other bedroom that had pale pink walls except for one white accent wall. She couldn't help but smile softly to herself when she realized she had made another right choice - what she had on was perfect for the feel of this room.

Harry's back was to her as he was fiddling with a white sheet he had over the window, and she could tell he was trying to figure out how to get the natural lighting to hit the way he wanted. Doing her best not to startle him, Darcie grazed her fingertips over his back as a surge of nervousness flowed through her.

"Can I help get anything squared away for you?" she offered, and Harry groaned slightly out of frustration - causing Darcie to bite down on her bottom lip to stifle a laugh.

"No, it's okay," he sighed, shaking his head. "I think I'm going to have to change this sheet out for this sheer curtain I have instead. This is blocking too much of the light and I-"

Harry suddenly lost his words as he turned and looked over his shoulder at Darcie. His eyes traveled over her lean, but curvy, body in nothing but his white button up. "Where...how did you-"

"Saw it laying over the armchair in the other room," Darcie said, lifting her hand to run the tip of her index finger down her sternum - stopping right where the first button she had done up on the shirt was. "Is it okay? I can go get changed into something else, if you'd like."

"No!" Harry exclaimed, almost instantly blushing when he realized just how fast he had answered her. His hands were free as he had set his camera down on one of the small tables when he was trying to figure out the window situation, and he walked forward - grasping to Darcie's hips. "No, please, I'm...this is perfect."

Darcie moved a bit closer, still leaving a decent amount of space between them, before she raised a hand to play with the curls that draped over the back of his neck. Her other hand rested on his shoulder as she stared into his eyes. "Then tell me where you want me, Harry," she whispered, tilting her head to the side.

Sucking in a deep breath, Harry leaned down to run the tip of his nose along her cheekbone, and one of his hands slowly trailed down from her hip to cup her ass. "Up against the white wall, please," he instructed her, giving her ass cheek a small squeeze, causing her to gasp out.

The action had Darcie squeezing her thighs together. It had been a while since someone had their hands on her body in that way, or since she had someone speak to her in such a manner. She only had a couple of hook-ups after Joel, and they were pretty unsatisfactory, which led her to just give up for the time being. She was extremely busy with the gallery anyway, so it really wasn't a priority for her.

"Okay," she responded breathlessly as they broke their hold, and she started towards the white wall he had been referring to.

Harry quickly changed out the curtain for the sheer sheet, and he smiled once he saw it gave the perfect light - shining on Darcie so beautifully.

Darcie returned his smile once he stood in front of her, camera back in hand, and he began to snap pictures of her. They were coming out just as he imagined, and he reached behind him to grab the wooden chair he had in here. He sat down and continued to shoot her, giving her small directions here and there, but she was truly a natural.

He thought that he was imagining things when he saw her start to undo the buttons of the white shirt, and he hadn't even noticed he stopped shooting - pulling the camera down and away from his face. His jaw went slack once the shirt was completely open, and he was looking at the matching white set that looked so stunning against her olive skin.

"Hold on," he said, setting his camera down and exiting the room for a moment. When he came back, he held a instafilm camera in his hands, and he tilted his head to the side. "Do you mind if I take a picture of you with this too?"

"Not at all," Darcie swallowed harshly, her nerves slightly getting the best of her, but she did her best to disguise it.

Sucking in a deep breath, she pulled both arms over her head, letting one of them extend up the wall above her, and the other moved down to drape over the top of her head. She bent her leg closest to the camera slightly, and tilted her body just a bit.

"Perfect," Harry whispered, looking at her through the viewfinder. "So fucking beautiful, Darcie."

He snapped the picture, and pulled the print-out out of the slot once it was finished. He set the camera down to the side, and dropped the picture onto a white blanket he had on the floor nearby before grabbing his regular camera again.

"Hold that position for a little bit," he told her, beginning to shoot rapidly again.

After a while, Darcie switched it up a little bit, and eventually, she let her shirt fall off her shoulders. This time, Harry remained behind the camera, but his mouth began to run dry as he watched her reach behind her back. "Is this okay?"

Harry peeked around the camera to look at her. "I'm comfortable with whatever you're comfortable with."

To be honest, Darcie had never felt so confident in her life, and she knew it was because of the praises coming from Harry behind the camera. "Have you done nude portraits before?"

"Once. A man."

Darcie couldn't help but smirk to herself to know she was the first woman that he would be shooting nude. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the ground. She ran her hands over her breasts for a moment, before moving down to her underwear, pulling them down to the tops of her knees until she could let them just fall. Stepping out of them, she kicked them over to the side

Turning her back to Harry, she began to pose, and he soon realized that she was posing in the same way she did in those black and white portraits from last year. He wanted to curse himself at the way he felt his cock throb against his thigh, but he couldn't help it. Here Darcie stood in front of him, with her full ass, and he was taking in the length of her beautiful back.

She was a fucking dream.

It was only a few moments later that Darcie looked over her shoulder at Harry, fingers still in the sides of her hair. "Now you have some portraits of your own."

Harry quickly set his camera down on the floor beside him, and he surged forward to press Darcie up against the wall after turning her around. She moaned out already, his only contact with her being his hands on her hips as she stared into his moss-colored eyes.

"I need to know, Darcie, did you think about me as much as I thought about you over this past year?" Harry asked, hands massaging against the flesh of her hips.

"Yes, I did. I tried to find your information so I could thank you for the portraits, and I was hoping you'd somehow just pop back up. I thought about you so much, Harry."

Walking backwards, Harry sat down in the chair he had in the room, and he pulled Darcie over his lap - her plush thighs straddling over his own.

"I need your words. I'm not touching you any further until you tell me," Harry's fingertips indented into the small of her back as their eyes remained connected, both their hearts pounding just like they did the night they kissed.

"I need it, Harry," Darcie reached down to wrap her hands around Harry's wrists, guiding his hands over the plush skin of her stomach before moving them to rest on her breasts. She leaned down, ghosting her lips over his. "Touch me."

Harry tilted his head up to fully connect his lips with hers as his large hands kneaded the soft tissue of Darcie's breasts. She moaned against his mouth, her own hands dropping from his wrists to reach forward to push the opened button up off his shoulders. Her fingertips trailed down his arms, dipping into the creases of his muscles as she felt the pads of Harry's thumbs circling over her hardening nipples.

"You like that?" Harry asked when he heard Darcie whimpering against his lips, and she nodded. "Perky little things. Just want to..."

Moving one hand away to rest back on one of Darcie's hips, Harry disconnected his lips with hers to drop his head down - closing his lips around her now fully pebbled nipple. She threw her head back with a whine, feeling herself clench down around nothing since she currently had no stimulation between her legs.

"You have such a gorgeous body, baby. God, I can't believe you're real."

She reached forward to rid Harry of his glasses, seeing that they kept sliding down his nose, and she lifted both of her hands to run through the back of his curls as he latched onto her other nipple. The tip of his tongue moved round and round before he began to lightly suck.

"Oh, fuck me," Darcie's breath hitched in the back of her throat, and as Harry kept his mouth on her breast, his hand dropped from her other one to dance his fingertips down her stomach. He trailed them over the junction between her thigh and her pelvis before moving over her mound.

Darcie was fully squirming in his lap, having him so close to where she truly needed him to be. He couldn't help but smirk against her skin when he felt how worked up she had gotten, and it wasn't until the pads of his middle and ring fingers began to rub against her clit that he heard the first true noise of pleasure leave her.

"Such beautiful noises you make. Need more of them, Darcie," he groaned as he began to kiss over her chest.

Skillfully, Harry lifted the pad of his index finger to pull up the hood of her clit, giving him more access as his fingers worked her.

"Holy shit, you're good at this," she inhaled sharply as Harry's lips sucked at the hollow of her throat, tilting her head back to give him more access. "More, please - I need more."

Humming, Harry ventured his fingers away from her clit to circle them around her dripping entrance. His prick was now throbbing inside his trousers, especially when he felt just how wet she was, and he slowly entered his middle finger inside of her. He couldn't help but groan at the slight resistance he felt as he started to kiss over Darcie's jawline.

"Oh, you're so tight," he cooed as he sucked on the hinge of her jaw. "I'm gonna need to properly work you up."

"Cocky are we?" Darcie laughed before moaning when she felt the tip of Harry's finger tapping against her g-spot inside of her.

"I feel like you'll be appreciative once you're feeling me inside your tummy, Darcie."

She choked on another noise of pleasure once Harry sunk an additional finger inside of her, feeling the pads of them running along her front wall. Her hips were bucking against his palm - stimulating her clit as his fingers massaged the sweetest spot.

"Want you naked," Darcie whined as she reached down to tug the hem of Harry's tank top out from the waist of his pants. She pulled it over his head, tossing it to the side before looking down at this chiseled torso. "Oh...oh my god."

Her eyes were trained on the butterfly inked on his stomach that was pulsing with each heavy breath that he took - dropping to the ferns lined along his hips. Darcie couldn't help but dig her nails into Harry's skin now that she had lowered her hands to his shoulders, and he groaned at the sensation.

"Told you I had a lot more tattoos," Harry smirked as he began to pulse his fingers in and out of Darcie, causing her to collapse into his chest. "Look at you - your whole body is trembling just from my fingers. I can't imagine what you'll be like when I'm tucked up deep inside you."

"I want that," Darcie confessed, resting her forehead against Harry's. "I need to be trembling around your cock."

"Hm, you want my cock?" He watched as she nodded eagerly, and he tilted his chin down. "Be a good girl, and take my pants off, yeah?"

"Mhmm," Darcie hummed, pecking over Harry's lips as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers as Harry removed his fingers from her. "Want to be your good girl."

Lifting his hips, she hooked her fingers around both his pants and his boxers, tugging them down. Harry kicked them the rest of the way off after toeing off his shoes, and he situated Darcie properly back on his lap. He felt as she began to grind her folds along his hardened length, and he titled his head back with a groan.

"Darcie, I don't have condoms here."

Time seemed to stand still as they looked into each other's eyes, and she nibbled on her bottom lip.

"I'm clean, and I'm on the pill," she admitted, eyes darting over Harry's face. "But if you're not comfortable..."

"I'm clean too."

This would be the first time that either of them slept with someone and didn't use any protection initially, but both of them were too turned on to walk away from this. Even though they still hardly knew each other, they trusted each other.

Darcie's eyes held Harry's as she reached down to wrap her hand around his length. He hissed in sensitivity as she gave it a squeeze, and she looked down for the first time to truly look at it when she felt how heavy he was in the palm of her hand. Her eyebrows jumped up onto her forehead when she saw his size, mouth gaping as she looked back up to him.

"Holy fuck, Harry, you're so big," Darcie blurted out without a second thought. "You weren't joking."

Harry chuckled, but it turned into a moan as she began to give him long, and fluid strokes. "I-I meant it when I said I needed to prep you."

Wiggling a bit to get into a proper position, Darcie popped Harry's tip into her inviting entrance, and then she slowly sank herself down on top of him. Her hands gripped to his shoulders, and she threw her head back in a moan like scream when she was fully seated on top of his thighs once again.

"Tienes que estar bromeando," Darcie gasped, her neck completely exposed to Harry. "¿Esto es lo que podría haber tenido hace un año?"

Harry groaned in response to Darcie speaking Spanish once again, and his hands kneaded the plush skin of her hips. "So sexy, baby, but like I told you before - I wanna really hear you," he coerced, leaning forward to kiss over the side of her neck. "Wanna hear what you're thinking."

Breathy moans from Darcie began to fill the room as she rocked herself against Harry, not even moving up and down, but just rolling her hips against his. It felt so good. He was so deep inside of her that she didn't even feel the need to ride him yet - this was stimulating her wonderfully, and she knew she had to be dripping down his prick.

Harry ventured a hand up to cup Darcie's jaw as her head was still tilted back and away from him. He moved his hand along her jawline before hooking two of his fingers behind her bottom teeth, and he used the leverage to tilt her head back down so that she was looking at him. They held each other's eyes as she continued rocking her hips, her jaw slack, and Harry making no movements to remove his fingers from her mouth.

After a moment, her mouth closed to seal her lips against his digits, and she hollowed her cheeks out - sucking on them. It was then that she used the balls of her feet to lift herself up, still clutching to Harry's shoulders as she began to properly ride him. The position was a bit uncomfortable, and the burning in her thighs grew quickly, but it felt so good that she couldn't be bothered to stop.

"You're so tight and warm, baby," Harry crooned as she continued to suck on his fingers. His other hand assisted with the movements of her hips, but when he felt her thighs beginning to shake, and he knew it wasn't from her pending orgasm, he was aware they needed to switch it up. "Hold onto me - get a good grip."

He pulled his fingers from her mouth with a soft 'pop', and Darcie quickly wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. One of his hands pressed against her middle back, the other against her lower to keep her chest flush to his as he stood up out of the chair. He walked a few steps before lowering them to the ground, and she sighed in relief as the ache in her thighs began to dissipate - staring up at him as it did so.

"Let me know if this gets uncomfortable too, yeah? Just wanted to be on top of you, could tell you were also getting tired," Harry stated as he lifted a hand to move some of Darcie's hair out of her face. "Sorry I don't have a bed or anything in here."

"It's okay, Harry. Thank you," she breathed, hands running up and down his pecs. "You feel really good, by the way. This...this is nice. It's been a bit for me."

"Yeah?" Harry sent her a crooked grin, one of his dimples popping as he did so. "I'm glad you feel good, baby. You feel incredible, and just so you know, it's been a bit for me too."

Darcie isn't sure why, but knowing that brought her some extra comfort. Her thoughts are interrupted though as she feels Harry began to shuffle his body, which caused him to shift deeper inside of her for a moment, and she let out a strangled noise of pleasure.

Her eyes were glued to him as he propped himself up onto his knees before sitting back on his heels, pulling Darcie's thighs up so that they were flush against his hips - her torso outstretched on the floor in front of him. She was practically in his lap again, back arched as her chest heaved up and down.

"God," he groaned as he pulled out a bit just to push back in slowly, causing her mouth to gape open from how deep he was at this angle. "Such a stunning sight in front of me. I don't know how I'll ever get over this. You're so perfect."

"Harry," she mewled, stretching her arms out above her head, flipping her hands over to dig her nails into the hardwood floor underneath her. "M-more. Harder, please."

The mounds of Darcie's breasts jiggled as Harry clashed his hips against hers, finding a pattern that seemed to satiate them both quickly. Every time his pelvis would meet hers again, little 'uh's of pleasure escaped her mouth. It was music to his ears, and he wanted to know if he could get her to be even louder.

His eyes watched as she dropped her hands from beside her head to knead at her own breasts, and he growled as her eyes shot open once more to stare up into his.

"So deep," she moaned, pulling at her nipples, bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

"Yeah?" Harry smirked, knowing that he had warned her just how deep he could get. "You think I could get deeper?"

Darcie choked on her scream of pleasure as Harry threw her legs over his shoulders, nudging him even further inside. He stayed flush against her for a moment, just rubbing his pelvis against hers as she whimpered. She moved her hands down to grasp his wrists, and she used the leverage to start meeting his deep thrusts.

"Squeezing me, baby," Harry could feel the ache in his knees, but he wouldn't dare stop after seeing the look of absolute euphoria etched across Darcie's face. "Did I really get you there already? What if I..."

He trailed off as he moved one of his hands from her hips, her own hand falling to tangle itself into the side of her hair, and he rested his palm against her pelvis. Harry pushed the pad of his thumb against her clit, and it was then that her noises increased tenfold. He began to press slick circles to the swollen pearl as he continued to roll his hips.

"Harry, I'm coming, oh my god," she whined, arching her back even further off the floor to where he couldn't even see her face anymore. "Oh, it's...I'm-"

Darcie cut herself off with a large gasp, which turned into a lewd moan as she dropped her back onto the hardwood floor again, and Harry was convinced that he had never seen anything more phenomenal than her face when she came. It was something he knew he wanted to see over, and over again, and god, did he hope that she'd let him.

"Can't get over that you're letting me see you like that. The most beautiful girl I've ever fucking seen, and she's coming on my cock?" Harry's jaw dropped as he lifted his head to stare at the ceiling, feeling her walls continuing to pulse around him as she rode out her orgasm. "Never gonna see anything as stunning - never gonna be with anyone as gorgeous as you ever again."

Not knowing how she found the strength, but being completely spurred on by Harry's words, Darcie pulled her legs off his shoulders - locking them tight against his hips. Harry's movements stopped, and he looked down at her with wide eyes before he saw her lifting herself and pressing her hands against his chest. "Lay back."

Harry obeyed her command blindly, and his back clashed against the hardwood floor underneath them as Darcie snuggled her hips right against his. This whole time, since she had sunk down on him on the chair, they hadn't lost any contact, something Harry and Darcie realized at the same time - causing them to smirk at each other. "And now," she breathed, slowly starting to lift herself off of him, and then come back down. "I get to see your face when you come. You're already so pretty, Harry, know you're gonna be even prettier."

The knot in Harry's stomach began to tighten, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to last much longer. He watched as her tits bounced up and down with every hard snap of her hips back down against his, and he groaned as he lifted a hand up to cup one of them. Sneaking his other hand behind his head, he found himself trying to memorize everything about this moment - just in case it didn't happen again.

"Oh, I'm gonna come again," Darcie mewled, eyebrows narrowed as she stared down at Harry. "I want you to come with me."

"Y-you want me to come inside you?" He asked, a bit shocked that she would be okay with that.

"Yes, please, I wanna feel it," she begged, fingernails digging at his pecs as she rode him the hardest she had.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room in such an erotic fashion, and Harry knew he was reaching his climax. Darcie moved one hand from Harry's chest to begin to play with her achy clit once again, and leaned forward so she was hovering right over Harry's face. "Come with me, Harry. I need you to fill me up."

"Fuck, I-I'm coming, baby. Come on," he grunted as he felt his cock throbbing inside of her, beginning to fill her with white ropes of pleasure.

Darcie cried out in ecstasy, collapsing against Harry's chest once she saw the look on his face, having that bring her to her second orgasm. He took the initiative to grab her hips, and bend his legs to thrust up into her, helping them ride out their climaxes to full completion. Their motions began to slow, and Harry eventually dropped his legs back down to where Darcie was just laying on top of him. He continued to pulse inside of her every now again, causing small whimpers to leave her with her face tucked into the side of his neck.

"That was fucking amazing," she confessed after a moment. "The bruises tomorrow are going to be worth it."

Harry chuckled as he moved his hands to cup her full ass, giving her cheeks a nice squeeze. "I can't help but agree," he continued to try and catch his breath, and he tilted his head a bit to press a kiss against Darcie's temple. "You're so wonderful."

Darcie lifted her head to rest her hand against his chest, and then she rested her chin against the back of it. "So are you," she whispered, eyes studying his face. "I'd like to do this again with you, only if you would. Maybe a date this weekend? We can go out, and then you can come back to my place?"

Harry's heart fluttered, and he gave her a nod, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't know how badly I want that."

⚘⚘⚘

It had been ten months since Darcie's reunion with Harry, and tonight was another showing at the gallery. She was running around like crazy, similar to the night they had found each other again, only this time, she was ten times busier. The gallery had only continued to grow, and tonight, the showing they had was bringing in the most people they had ever seen.

She had checked with catering, as well as the bar, making sure that everyone had everything that they needed before beginning to walk around and greet guests. She was trying to seem as calm as possible, but on the inside she was freaking out, and there were multiple reasons for that.

Not hardly paying attention, Darcie had made her way out of one of the show rooms, attempting to go check on things in another when she felt hands around her wrists, pulling her into a nearby hallway. She yelped in surprise before she was pressed against a wall, and her eyes fluttered as she stared up at Harry.

"If you don't take a second to breathe, I think you'll surely pass out from lack of oxygen," he smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes, shoving playfully against his chest.

"It's your fault I'm running around like this. This is the biggest showing we've had, and it's all thanks to you."

"Now see, Darcie, that's where I disagree," he leaned down to press his lips against hers, and she sighed against them running her hands over his chest. "Walk with me."

Darcie contemplated it for a moment, there was so much she needed to check on, but just one look at the emotion swirling in his moss-colored eyes, she nodded. He smiled, and he laced their fingers as he walked her into the show room she had been heading to anyway. There weren't as many people in this room at the moment, and he paused in front of one of the portraits in particular. She recognized it as one he had taken of her during an episode of snow that happened when they were on vacation in New York this past December. She was in the middle of Time Square with a bright smile on her face.

"Look at you, and look around," he said into her ear as he stood behind her, hands smoothing up and down her sides. "Everyone is loving this, and it's all you, Darcie. You say they're here for me, but I'd be nothing without you."

Darcie turned around to wrap her arms around his neck, pushing herself onto her toes to connect their lips. She moved them fluidly for a moment before pulling back to stare up at him. "I love you so much."

"And I love you too," Harry agreed, giving her hips a squeeze. "I told you the first time I met you, and not a thing has changed it - you're quite the muse, and the best part? Now you're my muse."

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 11

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

“You're back.” I pointed out the obvious with a warm smile. I was genuinely ecstatic to see him so soon. I just hoped he wouldn’t get the wrong idea about me being in his billiards room.

“I've got some, uh, good news and some terrible news.” He walked slowly in my direction in dramatic fashion. When he approached where I stood he ran his fingers through the hair that fell near my face and maintained the slightest smirk.

“I guess you're supposed to ask for the bad news first, right.” I was just relieved he hadn't asked what I was doing downstairs.

“The bad news is that school got shut down again on my ride in.” He hesitated, looking down and then back up at me. “Body of a another woman was found not far from the first one on campus.”

“What?” I felt my face grow hot and my stomach sank. I hadn’t realized I placed my hand on my cheek until Dr. Miller put a hand over mine. When our fingers entwined I squeezed his hand.

“Were there any details? Is this a serial killer?” I felt a lump form in my throat.

“Nah. You have to knock off a couple more to get that title.” He grew slightly more serious. “But, honestly, I don't think you should be alone - anywhere right now.”

I nodded in agreement. “ Okay.” I let out a deep breath. “What's the good news?”

He smiled and began stripping the tie from his shirt. “I got to come home.. to you.”

I knew I was glowing. There was no sense in trying to hide it. I wasn't embarrassed or coy.

Dr. Miller's kisses would never get old. When he leaned down to touch his lips to mine, I melted into him with closed eyes and a thirst for his touch.

“Let me make you breakfast,” he whispered against my lips before pulling back a few inches.

“I should be making you breakfast.”

He tapped under my chin with his first two fingers. “What kind of host would I be if I allowed that.” Our lips met another time and he wandered around the island while offering me a seat facing a flat top stove.

Dr. Miller removed a pan from a lower cabinet and set it on the island. “After breakfast I'll take you down to check out another floor of the house.”

I swallowed hard and felt my body tense. The blueprint in the H.H. Holmes book immediately came to mind. I got a chill wondering what the maze portion of the house plans were. Without allowing my active imagination to run amuck, I simply nodded in agreement and smiled.

“Okay.”

Did he see me checking out his bookshelf? He has cameras doesn't he? He must have seen me with the blueprint.

Dr. Miller leaned across the way as far as he could. I met him halfway and pecked his lips before he whispered again. “I think you're going to like it.”

…

“Is there anything you can't do?” I asked, wiping the corner of my mouth with a napkin. “This might be the best French toast I've ever had.”

Dr. Miller sat beside me at the oversized kitchen island, smirking as he sipped on his coffee. He turned his body, slightly to face mine.. “My mother has all the best cooking secrets. I thankfully inherited them.”

Despite feeling full, I swirled the last bite around a pool of syrup on the plate and forked the final piece into my mouth.

“You should stay here,” Dr. Miller said, taking the conversation to a one-eighty, drawing my gaze back to his eyes. “Until all this blows over.”

“All what?”

“The murders.”

I felt guilty for letting that colossal event all but slip from my mind. “Oh, yeah.” I shook my head.

“You don't have to, but I would feel better knowing you're here than in a house with no alarm system that anyone could get into if they wanted to.” His eyes could have turned me to stone. They appeared as if they could quite literally pierce my mind and see what was going on inside of my head.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” I wanted to stay. “I’d love to stay.” I smiled, “I feel safe when I'm with you.”

Dr. Miller gave a nod and eyed the floor for a second or two before staring back up. “If this is all too much, let me know. I'm working on not being so demanding.”

“I don't mind that.” I shook my head and continued to look him directly in the eye and rested a hand on his knee. “And it's not too much.”

Dr. Miller looked down and back up. He lifted my hand, squeezing my fingers before placing a single kiss across my knuckles. “Let me show you the lower level.”

“Okay.” I pulled him in for a kiss. I simply couldn't help it. “Mmm.. you taste like syrup.”

Dr. Miller chuckled, sending vibrations across my lips. He stepped down off the high chair and held a hand out to help me down.

“So, you’ll stay?” he asked.

I nodded, “I’d love to.”

“Do you want to take the stairs or the old elevator?” He turned with a smirk, knowing how impressive that must have sounded - not that he needed to do anything else to impress me. That ship had sailed.

“I'll have to go with the old elevator.”

“Come on.” The warmth from his palm as towed me by the hand made me sigh. It was all so new to feel like this and every little touch felt like fireworks, even the innocent ones.

We wandered down a short hallway past another closed door, and hidden in a little nook was the elevator. I would have never guessed that was what it was until Dr. Miller gave a tug on a lever on the wall.

There was some clunking around from behind the wall and then suddenly the noise stopped and he reached for a worn, silver handle by the floor, yanking a rectangular door upward like a garage bay.

I glanced inside the small dark space. In the center of it was a rope that I could tell acted like a pulley system. When I glanced back at Dr. Miller, he nodded toward the opening.

“Get in.”

“In there?” My eyebrows must have raised as high as my hairline.

“We can both fit.”

When I hesitated he winked at me and crouched down to make his way inside. I took a deep breath and followed him. We were only an inch apart; face-to-face. There wasn't much room to move.

“You okay?” Dr. Miller asked.

I nodded, looking down as the floor creaked beneath us. “Is this going to hold our weight?”

“We’ll find out.” He closed the door and pressed a red button on the wall, leaving us with a fiery red glow inside.

The old elevator thrusted me forward, making my body collide with his. He caught me and I looked up at him, partially anxious, partially content. I felt like my emotions were constantly tugging me in different directions.

“Relax.” Dr. Miller held me against him and I felt his chest heave in a deep breath. “We can take the stairs back up later if this bothers you.”

I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent in the darkness as the side of my face pressed against his chest. My anxiety dropped with the gentle stroking of his fingertips down the center of my back.

Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.

We descended to what felt like the center of the earth before the elevator came to a halt. I only separated myself from Dr. Miller in order to let him yank the door upward again. He then motioned with his arm toward the exit.

“After you.”

I let out a deep sigh and stepped out onto white, tiled floors. And then my eyes extended beyond the tiles onto the teal, blue water that sat still in an oversized swimming pool.

Well, this is not what I expected, I thought.

I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. This wasn't the maze from the blueprint, or some secret room. It was a lavish, indoor swimming pool.

My eyes traveled to a jacuzzi at the far end of the pool as well as a sauna and a clear, see-through shower side-by-side.

When Dr. Miller’s hand touched my shoulder I jumped, making him pull back almost immediately.

I huffed a laugh and put a hand over my chest. “I'm sorry,” I said to him. “The ride down got my heart rate up.”

“I know this is probably a lot.” He nodded. “I'm sorry.”

“Sorry?” I shook my head and looked around. “You've been so generous. My brain just hasn't caught up yet to all of this.” I motioned with my hand around the room and looked at him. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being.. such a good host.” I smiled. “For making me breakfast.. and taking care of me.”

“You can make it up to me by staying awhile.” He looked down and reached for my hand again.

“I can do that,” I said with a nod, adding, “No work until Monday.”

“And what are we going to do until then?” Dr. Miller's eyes squinted and he smirked when I giggled.

“This really is amazing,” I gushed as we walked beside the pool. “I feel stupid saying this but I feel like I'm in a movie.”

“I know you probably have questions,” he acknowledged, “Like how can I afford all of this.” Dr. Miller's eyes found mine.

“It’s none of my business.” I shook my head.

“I’ll explain,” Dr. Miller assured me, and then added, “One day.”

“Okay.” I nodded and managed a little smile, seeming to ease some of the tension that harbored in the muscles of his neck. It was enough for now. He unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt and his smile grew wider.

“Care for a swim?”

I wanted to, especially with Dr. Miller; but I had an embarrassing confession.

“Yes,” I told him and then eyed the body of water beside where we stood, “But I might have to stay in the low end.”

He chuckled and placed his hands on his hips, “Why’s that?”

“Because I.. I can’t really.. swim.”

Dr. Miller’s eyebrows raised, “You can’t swim?”

I shook my head. “Not really. I always used to just.. doggy paddle.. and then I’d kind of sink.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at my childish revelation, and I giggled right along side him. I gave a shrug and he looked me up and down. Dr. Miller began to undo the rest of his shirt until the center gave a view of his chest. Without warning he reached for the zipper on the gray hoodie he’d given me to wear and slowly let it run down past my breasts toward my belly button before it finally separated down at my hips.

I chewed my bottom lip and swallowed hard as tingles ignited through mg body. I hadn’t put on a bra and he gave an appreciative sigh as he drank in my figure, clearly at least a little surprised that I hadn’t put the undergarment back on. “I can show you how.”

“How to what?”

Dr. Miller pushed a laugh out of his nose and a smile crept on his face. “Swim.” He continued to undress.

“Do you have a bathing suit?” I immediately felt like it was such a stupid question, and my face reddened. He was undressing. Why the hell would I ever want him to put clothes on.

He laughed again, heartier this time as he purposely began to undo the belt on his work pants. “In about thirty seconds I intend for the two of us to take our clothes off, and then not put them back on until Monday morning.”

I opened my mouth to speak and then glanced down as he unzipped the fly of his pants. Coming from anyone else, the line wouldn’t have worked. I probably would have laughed, or thought it was funny to some degree. But, shit, I was way too enticed and attracted to Dr. Miller to even crack a smile - because I knew he was serious. And him being serious would continue to fulfill my ever growing fantasy.

I don’t know why I was suddenly shy. He wasn’t. An aching pulse began to thump between my legs when he freed his heavy, semi-erect cock from his pants. I couldn't look away. A second later Dr. Miller was stepping out of his shoes as his pants fell down to his ankles. He then peeled off his socks and slunk into the pool before resting his arms on the side, staring up at me.

“I promise I’ll go slow,” he teased, looking me in the eye, “We’ll start in the shallow end.”

My heart was racing and I took a deep breath before separating the zip up sweatshirt with my fingertips and letting it fall onto the tile floor beside Dr. Miller’s clothes.

“That’s my girl.”

His girl. I loved that already. I shoved my pants down and was suddenly thankful for the dim lighting as I attempted to confidently pace the length of the pool like a runway until I reached the little staircase that descended beneath the water. My heart was racing, moreso with each step. I wasn't at all confident enough to freely walk in my bare skin, especially in front of someone else.

When I reached the far edge of the pool, relief filtered over me. It was like a giant, soothing bath; perfect temperature without a hint of a chill. I let out a sigh as Dr. Miller made his way to me, pulling me into his arms. All anxiety drifted away. All I could focus on was his touch.

I linked my arms around the back of his neck and we kissed a long, deprived-of-each-other kiss as if we hadn’t been in each other’s company for months. He was addicting.

“My life is in your hands,” I whispered, smiling as I did.

“I won’t let you go,” he said quietly back.

Dr. Miller opened up his eyes and kept them open as he pecked my lips once more, before taking my hands and repositioning them so they were on his broad shoulders. I then felt his hands pushing up at my torso just below my breasts so my body was horizontal. He held me firmly in place and began to tread water, edging backwards deeper into the pool.

“Kick your feet,” he encouraged amidst a series of short, choppy breaths, still holding my body for support.

I did as he suggested and fully recognized when we had left the area where I could stand. I huffed a breath, feeling my anxiety climb again and he tried to put the fire out with more encouragement.

“I got you,” Dr. Miller promised again. “Just focus on me and keep kicking.”

“Don’t let me go,” I said, managing a nervous laugh.

“I won’t.” He breathed heavier, the deeper we went but never faltered. I never felt like he wouldn’t be able to keep me afloat.

“Let me know if you’re tired.”

“I’m okay.” Dr. Miller continued to tread backward and I was tempted to look over my shoulder to see how far we’d gotten, but I didn’t. From what I could see of the other side, we were getting close to halfway across the pool.

I breathed in and out, allowing him to lead me safely across. When the other end finally came within an arm’s reach, Dr. Miller planted his back against it and pulled me the rest of the way to him.

My body floated back down so we were both vertical and he placed a hand on my lower back so I pinned him against the side.

“That was a little bit of a rush,” I admitted with a deep breath and a chuckle.

Dr. Miller smiled back. “I’d rather be here teaching you how to swim than teaching the classes down at Woodbridge.” He let out a deep exhale and we kissed again. When he flipped us so my back rested against the side of the pool I giggled a little more freely.

“Well, you got your wish,” I told him, finding his lips again a second later. I felt his intensity heighten as he aggressively penetrated my lips with his tongue as his hand cupped the left side of my buttocks.

“Mmm..” he huffed a breath into my mouth and his eyes were still closed as he spoke, “You have no idea.”

I rested a hand on the side of his face. “Yes, I do.”

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[usernameforaboredcat]

Head Over Heels (Law X TomBoyF!Reader)

(A little dabble I thought while taking a piss 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like 3 minutes ago)

Warnings⚠: None

[Part 1/?]

Law meets Luffys older (by like a year) sister who honestly the type of girl he’d imagine being the big sister to the Straw Hat and BOY is she just fiiiiiiiine!

3 brothers!

Imagine growing up with 3 idiot brothers with only one of them being less stupid. Fist fights, rolling around in mud and dirt, covered in blood from hunting, needing a bath every night to not get sick. Haha God I love those idiots!

~

Law doesn’t know why he’s here, walking down a random street on a random island with the idiot Straw Hat Luffy. As the two walk, Luffy lets out a loud yell as he sees a familiar older girl walking down the street. “HEEEEEEY! (YYYYY/NNN)!”. He calls way too loudly, drawing the attention of everyone including the girl. She turns in confusion, the gasps as she looks over with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Luffy jolts off over to the girl, the Captain of the Heart Pirates groaning as he slowly walks to catch up. He sees her wearing baggy long pants and a bikini, saddles and a small pack bag through the belt parts of her pants. Luffy jumps and hugs her, who hugs him back. “No way! It’s so good to see you again little dude!”. She greets him. “I’ve missed you so much!”. Luffy cries. (Y/n) pulls off the younger kid, putting him in a headlock as she ruffles his hair with his knuckles.

“You little fuck! I thought your ass was dead you little shit! Scared me half to death! I swore I saw the light!”. She snaps at him angrily, tightening her hold as he starts to choke. “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”. Luffy breathes out, spazzing in her hold.

The Heart Pirate Captain finally catches up, looking at the two with a raised eyebrow. “The hell are you?”. (Y/n) asks the taller man, looking up at him. A thump goes through his whole body, strange. “Th-this is my friend!”. Luffy chokes out, now trying to pull her arm away. “No shit! Can’t believing you made a friend that isn’t some 30 year old guy!”. She says happily.

Law looks at his now turning blue friend, his cheeks reddening at the sign of his face so squished against her boob. “Hope this little turd hasn’t been too much of a pain in the ass”. She tells him, finally letting go of Luffy to let him fall to the ground. ‘Yes, he has been a giant pain in my fucking ass’. “No, not at all”. He responds. ‘Damn it!’.

She then hums, getting on her tippy toes and leans right up into his face. “Holy crap! You’re that Law guy! I heard about you! Your bounty is like crazy high at like 3,000,000,000 berries!”. She points out in shock. “Yeah! Isn’t he awesome!”. Luffy cheers, now back on his feet. “It is quite impressive, I must say”. She hums, holding her chin with her hand as she nods.

“Uh…th-thanks”. He mutters, gripping the brim of his hat to lower it to hide his slowly growing blush. ‘What’s with this woman? Why am I like this? Damn it!’. “So, whatchu up to these days?”. Luffy asks his older sister, the two turning to each other. “Oh ya know, just traveling around looking for anything to do! Probably doing the least to piss off the old man out of us kids”. She answers, leaning with her hand on her hip.

“How bout you? I’ve seen that your bounty has only been goin up so ya still trying to be King of the Pirates?”. She asks. “Yep! And it’s only gonna go up and I’m gonna be king!”. He responds happily. She chuckles at her little brother. “I believe it! Remember I’ve been your number one supporter since day one”. She reminds him, nudging his arms with her elbow.

She then turns back to the other captain, feeling an arrow go through his heart when her eyes meet his. “Mind if I hang with you guys for a while? Just for a bit, I wanna catch up with my baby brother”. She asks him oh so kindly. Law felt as if his heart stopped, chocking and spitting out his own spit. Luffy laughs at his reaction while his sister just stares.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a handkerchief, holding it out to him. “Do you…need this?”. She asks nervously, never really seeing a guy act like this before in her life. “Uh…”. He takes the handkerchief from her, feeling the soft fabric on his fingers. “Thanks”. He thanks, raising it to clean his face. “Oh man! You should have seen your face!”. Luffy laughs at his older friend.

He holds the handkerchief back to her, her hand grazing his as she takes it back. Her finger tips are as soft as silk, her fingers smoothly sliding off his. Laws nose suddenly bursts, blood gushing out his nose like a hose. “Holy crap!”. The girl yelps, jumping back while Luffy bursts out laughing again. “Hahaha! Now you’re like Sanji!”. He laughs, holding his stomach from all his laughing.

(Y/n) looks at her brother with a concerned expression. “Is he uh…usually like this?”. She asks him. “Hehehe, nope!”. He simply answers. All Law can do it turn away from the two, his face a dark beet red. Never in his life has he been this embarrassed just because of some girl. (Y/n) leans over so she can whisper in Luffys ear. “Should I leave and we catch up a different time?”. She whisper asks him, causing the younger boy to turn and look at her.

“No no it’s fiiiine! Just give him a minute”. He reassures her. She hums as she leans away from her baby brother, then just to lean back over. “He said he acts like a friend of yours, what’s he like?”. She asks him. “Oh you mean Sanji? He usually acts like that around girls, he really likes girls”. Luffy answer. Oh…OH!!! Oh~. “Oh I see~”. She coos, leaning away from her little brother again.

“Huh? Get what?”. Luffy questions. (Y/n) then grabs Laws hand, gaining his attention and causing him to freeze in place. “So Law, are you here for long? Perhaps we can meet up and you can tell me some stories of dumb shit my baby brother has done?”. She asks him, sending him a little wink. His nose starts to bleed again, but he’s able to muster out a nod. “Cool! Now why don’t we go somewhere nice and chat!?”. She says happily, linking arms with her brother and dragging the two down the street.

Trafalgar Law, Died Age 26

Death By Blood Loss & Heart Attack Caused By Luffys Hot Older Sister

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[wanderingelvis]

Honey, I need a part 2 of that Elvis x Innocent Reader ask. Y'all can't leave me hangin like this lordy

I'm so pleased you liked it! It means so much! 🥰! Anyways, here's part 2!

Here’s a link to Part 1 of Elvis x Innocent!Reader for anyone looking! 🧚

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻

word count: 2,119

pairing: Elvis x Innocent F!Reader

Things had gotten better for you recently, since you'd opened up to Elvis about the struggles you'd had in your classes, actually. You hadn't exactly made any friends, even though you were desperate to, but the teasing from the other boys and girls on set, had definitely stopped for the most part. Sure, you would see them looking at you, whispering to each other and giggling, clearly saying something about you but they wouldn't confront you anymore, and you were grateful for that.

You wondered if Elvis had spoken to someone, but you didn't want to ask, in case Elvis hadn't and asking him would put him in a difficult situation where he might feel that he should've.

You actually found the Mafia quite scary, they all wore dark clothing, would brandish guns that they had on themselves, and say words that your Momma had forbid you from ever saying. You wondered if Elvis had ordered them to say something, you knew that if any of the Mafia would ever tell you off, you'd probably run and hide under your bed and never come out again. Whenever you were around Elvis, which was a lot these days, you'd often find yourself in the company of the Mafia. Elvis could tell you were scared of them, you'd go quiet, shuffle as close to Elvis as possible and focus on whatever work you were doing, whatever book you were reading or whatever picture you were drawing - trying to make yourself as invisible as possible.

In all honesty, Elvis liked that you were scared of the Mafia, that it pushed you to be more reliant on him. He knew that none of them would dare look at you in a funny way, let alone hurt you, because they knew he was already obsessed with you, even if that fact would just fly right over your head.

But right now, you had some time off from rehearsals and you'd already run straight to Elvis' dressing room. You would always go to him, or his environment whenever you had any spare time, like he'd told you to do and like you liked to do.

Elvis was already there, looking through mockups of different outfits for his next tour. He wanted more jumpsuits, and that's what had been designed, hundreds of them for him to choose from.

You came in quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but you were greeted with that kind, friendly grin as Elvis asked you how your day was going, listening intently as you babbled away, telling him everything from the songs you were performing in rehearsal to how the door handles on the rehearsal door had been painted to white, but you preferred the old light blue color.

"M'sorry, m'talkin' a lot, Momma says that's a bad habit I got," You said softly, after realising how long you'd spoken for. You were just so happy to have a friend, you felt like no one else wanted to talk to you, so when Elvis let you, you'd talk his ear off. You hadn't realised how long you'd been talking for, but Elvis never seemed disinterested, not once. He would watch you intently, studying your face as you talked, nodding along and throwing his head back with laughter and chuckling loudly when you said something that amused him.

"S'okay honey, it ain't a bad habit, I could listen t'ya ramble on all day besides, sounds like you've had a busy day hm?" Elvis said.

You nodded, grabbing your copy of A Little Princess to read during your downtime. It wasn't the most advanced novel, but you were enjoying it. Your education hadn't been the best as a result of your mother prioritising auditions over school, but you could pick things up quickly when given the help, and you'd started reading more and more.

"Can I read in here for a bit, please?" You asked, never wanting to assume.

"Of course, little un', I'm just going through some outfits for the first-leg of the tour." Elvis said.

You got off the couch, sitting on the soft, plush, fluffy carpet, leaning your book on the low coffee table in front of you. Elvis parted his legs, and as time went on, you'd naturally lean back to sit in between them, the both of you in comfortable silence as you enjoyed your book and Elvis scanned through the outfits, every now and then lowering a piece of paper to show you a design he particularly liked, and to get your opinion on it.

After about twenty minutes, you put your book down, chewing a little on your lip, debating whether or not to ask Elvis about the incident that had happened before.

He'd never actually told you what 'give a head' meant, he'd just bushed over it and you felt a bit nervous to ask again. But you were curious, and he had said he would tell you.

"Um..." You piped up, before questioning if you really should ask Elvis. Elvis moved the piece of paper he was looking at to the side, looking down at you and raising one eyebrow, noticing you were looking a little confused and unsure.

You chewed your fingernails anxiously, your mind going back and forth as to whether or not you should bring this up. As you were thinking through your third reason why you should bring it up, you were taken out of your thoughts by a large hand, pulling your little one away from your mouth. You turned to see that Elvis was leaning down, stopping you from chewing on your nails.

"Now that is a bad habit baby, what's on your mind little girl?" Elvis asked as you gazed up at him with those big, wide eyes that could make him melt.

"It's stupid," You said before he cut you off.

"It's not stupid, Y/N, if it's botherin' ya, which it clearly is, you can tell me, I ain't gonna judge, I ain't gonna laugh, okay pretty girl?" Elvis assured.

"'Kay." You smiled sweetly. "I um, I keep hearing things on set or at the parties and I feel real stupid all the time because I don't know what people are talkin' about, like when Paulie Matthews asked me if I 'give a head' and I don't know what it means and I think it might be about being in charge of somethin' like if I'm the head of somethin' but m'not sure." You said, looking up at Elvis with nothing but innocence.

Elvis paused, he knew he'd have to tell you, but he knew it would be overwhelming for you to take in.

"Well, it's about sex," Elvis said gently, stroking your hair as you rested your back on his leg as you sat cross-legged on the floor. "Do you know much about that, honey?"

You simply shook your head, feeling a little anxious. "No but I wanna know," You paused a little, with Elvis simply watching you, not pressuring you or pushing you. This was a very delicate and sensitive topic, one that Elvis wanted to make sure was done on your terms. He knew that you could be overstimulated easily, so he would make sure he could be there for you, as slowly or as quickly as you needed him to be. "I think." You said.

"What would you like to know, little girl?"

"Um, well, I don't know really where to start really, I know that sounds stupid, but it's just a lot and, and I get confused sometimes with all of it and it's just sorta scary sometimes," You paused, fiddling with your fingers with your cheeks heating up into a pink shade. "M'sorry, that sounds dumb."

"That doesn't sound dumb, Y/N. Sex is a very special thing, so it can be scary to start with, s'only natural, little un'." Elvis assured. A small smile formed on your face as his words brought you comfort.

"How about we start with the basics? Do you know what sex is?" Elvis asked.

You nodded cutely, your head bobbing up and down eagerly, trying to impress Elvis and show him that you weren't as dumb as everyone thought.

"Uh-huh!"

"Wanna explain it to me then baby?" Elvis said cooly.

"Um, okay, it's um, well, um," You said, tripping over your words. "A man puts his thing into a lady and um, well, it makes a baby!" You said, relieved you'd got your words out.

"So you know where babies like you come from?" Elvis said with that shit-eating grin he always had, teasing you and making you giggle, covering your face a little with embarrassment.

"M'not a baby Elvis!" You blushed with a bashful giggle. "And of course I do! I really want to have a baby and be a mother." You said with keen earnest.

You'd always wanted to be a mother and be able to give all the love you had consumed inside of you to another being. Secretly, you wanted Elvis to maybe be the father, but you would never tell him that, even if secretly, he knew.

"Really?" Elvis said.

"Uh-huh! I would really like to be a mother! I think I would really like to have a baby!"

"I think you'd be an amazing mother." Elvis said with complete sincerity. He knew he was right, you were the most loving, caring and sweet little thing in the state, no, in the country.

Your heart was practically bursting, squirming about with delight. Elvis smiled, besotted with the sweet thing sat in front of him. "Really? Do you think so?" You giggled.

"Look at you, getting all flustered." Elvis teased. "But you're still a little one yourself, I ain't putting a baby in that belly just yet." He said, before he realised what he was saying.

Your eyes went as wide as a bush baby at his words. You didn't think he'd ever look at you in that way. Sure, you wouldn't really hesitate to admit you had a little crush on him, but he was the biggest superstar in the whole world who could have any woman he wanted, you never thought he was being anything but caring towards you.

Elvis got up from the couch, heading over to the drinks cart. "Want somethin' to drink, honey?" Elvis asked, pouring himself a scotch.

You asked for a Coca-Cola which he grabbed from the fridge, walking over and handing it to you as you stayed sat on the carpet.

"Doll, are ya sure you wanna keep talkin' about this?" Elvis checked, not wanting to make you uncomfortable - that was the last thing he'd want.

You nodded. You were hesitant of course, and Elvis could see that. He assured you that you could both take the conversation at your own pace, stopping as soon as you said so.

Elvis went on to explain to you what 'give a head' meant, your eyes went wide, and your nose scrunched up cutely, Elvis laughed a little at your reactions, but never patronised you. You asked endless questions, and Elvis answered every single one.

You felt fortunate to be around Elvis, he let you take everything at your own pace, which you loved as you always felt like you were a little slower to pick things up and felt a little behind everyone else. Growing up, your mother would berate you for not learning your audition lines fast enough, but despite always trying your very best, you could never quite catch up.

Elvis treated you differently though, he never rushed you, not once. When you didn't understand something, you could lean up on your tippy toes and whisper it into his ear and he would gently explain what was going on, guiding you and helping you, no matter how big or small.

"Now, I think that's enough for one day." Elvis said, placing a light kiss atop of your head. "C'mere, little un'," Elvis softly demanded, gesturing for you to join him on the couch. He opened his arms for you crawl into, cuddling you close.

He was proud of you, it was an intense conversation but you handled it well. "How are you feelin' pretty girl?"

You smiled up at him, telling him that you were overwhelmed but happy, which he understood. "How's about you tell me about your new book, little lady?" Elvis asked.

You nodded eagerly, beginning to ramble on about everything you loved about the book, what you think will happen and all the things you thought Elvis would love about it too.

Elvis watched, thinking about how cute you looked. He looked at today as a breakthrough in your relationship, he knew it wouldn't be long before he took the next step with you.

Naturally, you were completely oblivious to what he was planning, but you trusted Elvis, you knew he'd always protect you. You were his.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis smut #elvis imagine #elvis x reader #elvis x y/n #yandere elvis #elvis aaron presley #elvis the king #elvis x you

[happyhauntt]

if my wish were granted — nikolai lantsov

series masterlist | writing masterlist | askbox

─── summary: anya likes teasing nikolai. it’s far too easy to get under his skin. this time, enjoying some peace aboard the Volkvolny, anya claims that she prefers sturmhond’s rugged looks over nikolai’s princely features.

─── pairing: nikolai lantsov & anya kamenev (original character.)

─── warnings: fluff, a lil angst if you squint, this is steamy with sexual references but no actual smut, i'd still put it as 18+ just in case, pre-established relationship, this might be the closest to smut i've ever written and i need validation so please tell me i did a good job even if it's a lie, mentions of past injury. oh and krysa = rat.

─── word count: 1.4k.

     The gentle rocking of the ship is a soothing lullaby to Anya. Curled up and warm beneath silk blankets, she feels like she is small again and her mother is humming a sweet Old Ravkan song in her ear, familiar and strange all at once.

     Her mother, of course, did no such thing in Anya's youth — all those nursemaids and nannies — but the rhythm of it is still a balm on her soul. The rocking of the ship, the steady beat of Nikolai's heart beneath her cheek, the scent of saltwater on his skin. This is home, she thinks. She has never felt contentment like this before. She fears she never will again.

     Nikolai stirs beneath her. He toys absently with the loose locks of her hair, curling honey-coloured strands around his fingers. A soft smile stretches over his face, and when he speaks, his voice is low and husky with the remains of sleep. "What are you thinking about?"

     She looks up at him, so close she can feel the warmth of his breath on her face. His lips brush her hair as he speaks, and something lights up inside her chest. A spark she prays will never go out. A sense of safety that settles over her only when he is near.

     She doesn’t respond at first. She raises her hand, draws a gentle line down his face, from his brow to his chin. Nikolai shivers beneath her touch. Her finger lingers on his nose for a few moments, brushing lightly over the tailored crookedness of it. Nikolai tilts his chin and kisses her fingertip.

     “Not much,” she says, finally, and it’s the truth. Her mind feels fuzzy and warm, and the air in the cabin smells like candle wax and salt. Though their country is wartorn and her thoughts are forever occupied with other, more pressing matters — here and now, her mind is quiet. Anya will savour this bliss, these fleeting moments of peace between them, for as long as she can. It is the only time he belongs to her, and nobody else.

      His grin is wide and smug and edged with lovesickness. The tips of his fingers draw abstract shapes on the bare skin of her shoulder. “That’s quite an achievement. I must have done a fantastic job, if you’ve managed to lose your thoughts. I had worried it couldn’t be done.”

     Anya scowls mockingly at him, but she cannot fight the smile that curls at the edge of her lips. “Alright then, sobachka, you asked for it. I was just thinking that I quite prefer your nose like this. All rugged and handsome.”

     He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that makes Anya’s stomach do somersaults. Muddy green eyes rove over her, as familiar to her now as Nikolai’s usual hazel. “I think I prefer when you used to call me krysa.”

     “Ah,” she says, “but I didn’t kiss you then, did I? I’d call you krysa and push you into the nearest puddle. And you certainly weren’t this handsome then. You were still a boy, prim and proper and clean-cut.”

     "But I was a soldier, darling, and you did manage to fall madly in love with me.” A muscle jumps in his jaw, and Anya feels like she’s won some kind of prize. “Is that not ruggedly handsome enough for you?"

     "I'm in love with you, am I? That's news to me."

     A low growl rolls through Nikolai’s chest and suddenly she's beneath him. He hovers over her like a Saint of all things unholy, propped up on his palms with a wicked grin slashed across his mouth, and he kisses her deeply, tongue lashing over hers before he trails lower, peppering open-mouthed kisses over her jaw, her chest, her stomach.

     A calloused hand wraps gently around her thigh. The rings studding his fingers are cold against her skin. He kisses her broken knee, softly, reverently. Looks up at her through heavy-lidded eyes. "How is it now?"

     "Much better." It had never healed right, but the pain of it doesn’t bother her much anymore. Anya is a soldier, after all. The salty breeze and the warmth of the air have eased the brittleness of her bones. Ravka's cold will be the death of her someday, she's sure.

     The scar that remains is little more than a puckered white line, disguising the sort of damage that will never go away, not completely. She had a cane made for when the pain is at its worst, when the chill makes her bones feel like knives beneath her skin and she can no longer put on a brave face. For the most part, it remains hidden out of sight. She despises feeling weak.

     "We're about an hour out from port," Anya murmurs, as Nikolai trails another line of kisses up her body. He ignores her for a moment, choosing to wrap her leg around his waist instead, humming against the column of her throat. "We should get dressed."

     His heart sinks at her words, and he buries his face in her neck. He feels her hand curling into his hair, stroking idly through tailored-red strands, and he wishes there was some way to stop time.

     He wants to press his lips to hers and kiss her until she's breathless. Wants to fuck her hard into the mattress until the rest of the world melts away and there's just this room and him. Wants to make her come so many times she can't remember her own name. Anything to keep her for a moment longer, soft and safe and happy, where the hell of reality can't touch her.

     But Nikolai has no such power, and in the next moment Anya is pushing him away, shimmying out from under him until she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, feet planted firmly on the floor. He reaches out with desperate hands, tries to latch them around her waist, but Anya merely casts an apologetic glance over her shoulder.

     The battle is lost, Nikolai knows, and so he sighs. Settling back on his elbows, he watches her retrieve some of their discarded clothes from the floor.

     “You look better in my clothes than I do,” he tells her as she tugs his shirt down over her head. She turns to face him, silhouetted against the golden light as it spills through the window. His shirt is long and loose on her, gaping at the chest where she’d pulled the ties undone. The hem just brushes the top of her thigh, leaving the rest of her long legs exposed in a way that leaves him breathless.

     She reaches up and sweeps her hair out of the collar, allowing it to fall in tangled curls down her back. “That’s because I’m wearing them, and you’re not. Up now, Kolya. Procrastinating will not make me stay longer; we both have schedules to keep.”

     When the Volkvolny finally docks in the port at Os Kervo, Nikolai kisses Anya just before she reaches the gangway. He keeps a tight grip on her waist but his lips are soft, tender, and Anya knows that if kisses could have a flavour, this one would taste of sadness.

     Saying goodbye is always the hardest part.

     When he pulls away, finally, he keeps her close. Their foreheads press together and his eyes are closed, as if he can keep her that way, as if the secret to making her stay is pretending she will always be there.

     She runs her thumb over the bridge of his nose, over the knots of ill-healed bone that Tolya put there, to disguise Nikolai’s true features. When he opens his eyes, they are green and not hazel, and a bolt of grief streaks through her. She misses them. She misses him, so much, and he is still here.

     She wonders if there will ever come a time when one of them isn’t always leaving.

     Two weeks after she leaves, a letter from Tamar appears, delivered with the rest of Anya’s correspondance. Her laughter peels out of her office and if her employees wonder what has made their boss, usually so stern and sober, sound so utterly giddy, then none of them mention it.

     Please tell the captain that you think he’s handsome as-is, Tamar writes. He keeps goading Tolya into actually trying to break his nose. Anya laughs until tears drip from her chin and the ink smears across the page. And if her next letter to Nikolai is a little more complimentary than usual, well, that’s a sacrifice she is willing to make.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lantsov fanfic #nikolai lantsov oc #grishaverse fanfic #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone oc #six of crows fanfic #* chapter update. #* fic: gold rush.

[meanbossart]

A long over-due ask compilation (Art & Music)

It's vaguely based on a short story from the book "The Consumer" by Michael Gira, specifically "The Boss". I think it came up in conversation with a friend or something when I was picking a new username, so that's how we arrived at it - this was almost a decade ago so, my memory on it is a little hazy!

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HAHA thank you so much!!! Glad you enjoy what I do 😎🍻

I BELIEVE this little guide I put together over here might be helpful to you, also! I touched on pretty much everything you brought up.

As for reference material when it comes to facial expressions, I have a mirror next to my desk which I glance at often and make weird faces at LOL and for consistency, it's really a matter of learning to dissect and remember facial structure. It's just something you end up developing an eye for when you've done it for long enough! Naturally, if we're talking about drawing existing characters, it's always helpful to just look at some pictures of their mugs and take a minute to define what features about them make their faces recognizable - I touch on this at the link above as well!

I do plan on making a "drowstarion" (love that, by the way LOL) playlist eventually, life's just been kicking my ass and I hardly have the time 😭and when I do, I just wanna draw.

Otherwise I don't have any other playlists floating around at the moment, BUT the one my boyfriend made for his Vellioth comic can be found here, and it might scratch a similar itch!

Thank you! I believe this was in reference to this post. Something like that takes me about... An hour??? If we're talking just the colors, at least. Though that's a really rough estimate because I take a lot of breaks, so my sense of time when I work ends up pretty skewed. Even if the application of the colors themselves took less than 20 minutes I probably spent 2 hours just staring at it LOL.

My friend, I have no idea. I'm in a constant battle between "I want to draw more realistically" and "I want to simplify my art so I can draw more/faster". What you see is the result of that ongoing brain-tug-of-war.

Also, just the way I assume everyone else develops theirs - they see stuff they like and emulate it until their art is Frankensteinish enough to be it's own unique thing!

I'm far from a Type O Negative buff, BUT I'm happy to share some of my favorites with you! They're quite scattered across a couple of their albums so I'm not sure I have a favorite, but I would say October Rust is a good starting point.

In no particular order, these are my most listened tracks of theirs: -Love You to Death -Black N.01 -Haunted -She Burned Me Down -Can't Lose You -I Don't Wanna Be Me -Be My Druidess -September Sun -Tripping A Blind Man

Alas, I was one of those people who was already drawing in kindergarten 😅 though I would say I only started taking it seriously when I was around 15-16 years old. As someone who has tried their hand at several other hobbies since reaching adulthood, I get what you're saying that it can kinda feel like... You missed the wagon? I've felt that way about all kind of things lol

That said, I've seen adults managing to develop their art skills extremely fast and effectively before. Understanding where and how you need to improve, and how to follow lessons/guides best is something that is vastly improved by maturity and knowing how to best hone your time, attention, and resources - and those are skills we completely lack as children. So, I sincerely believe that as long as you commit yourself, you can definitely get to a point that you're happy with in a couple of years if not less.

JUST DO IT BUDDY we are all just people looking through a screen and you won't ever see, talk, or meet 99% of the folks who ever clap eyes on what you post. Whenever you start getting nervous about sharing something, take a minute to ask yourself why you're nervous, and if none of the reasons have any genuine substance besides being afraid of what people "might think", just go ahead and post it. You're no mind-reader after all, and if you are, I doubt you can hear what a guy from Argentina or wherever is thinking about the art you made.

Point is, nobody online can touch you 🤷and if someone doesn't like what you do, they can simply choose to not interact with it, and if they do you can block and move on. There are zero reasons for you to feel "bad" about putting up a doodle when our experiences on the web are so easily curated nowadays.

#ask compilation

[ahhhwomen]

Little Kitten

Trigger Happy AU Part 1

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Okay, I’m not going to lie, I am not very good at writing, and this is the first fanfic I have ever posted on here… however I implore you to give it a try, please. Depending on feedback I may have to make this quite the series….

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, Mommy kink, smut, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI

Warnings Part 1: Talk of a dead body, Death by alcohol poisoning (non-relevant character), Insensitivity, Mommy kink, allusions to pet play.

Summary: Police Officer Wanda Maximoff doesn’t like to share.

Word Count: 1168

The way you struggled as she dragged you into her car, was making her go mad.

You were teasing her.

All that kicking and screaming, your nails clawing at her. Not to forget those beautiful tears running down your red cheeks. She wanted to ravish you, tear you apart. You just kept on fighting; you must want it so bad. After all, you knew it made Mommy want to hurt that lovely skin of yours.

She was going to enjoy this.

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“Another drunk?”

Wanda ignored her coworker as she continued to assess the body. The man was laying face down on the sidewalk with a beer bottle in hand. Day old, vomit in amounts that should not be humanly possible, was spewed around him. They showed up increasingly this time of year, idiots.

She brushed the filth off her hands and rose from her crouched-down position. “What else would it be?” She questioned, unimpressed.

The other officer looked defeated, “I don’t know, don’t you think it’s weird?” He shrugged his shoulders. “They have been showing up more and more as of late, shouldn’t we-“ He paused, ”shouldn’t we look into it or something?” Wanda could barely contain her eyes from rolling into her skull. This man was dumber than the guy who drowned in his own vomit.

“We are closing in on summer, which means people are going to get wasted and make foolish decisions much more frequently than what you are used to, newbie.” Having to draw out her sentences like she was talking to a slow child was starting to piss her off.

She huffed as she mentally scanned all the details, writing them down was too much of a hassle, the information was pretty much useless anyways. As soon as it would find its way into a rapport, no one would bother reading it again. Just another stubborn part of the job, paperwork.

Wanda winched, just thinking about it gave her a headache.

“Wrap him up, we are done here.”

She was walking over to her car when something pink caught her eye. You were wearing knee-high stockings, mostly white, but with a strip of pink running along the top.

Wanda slowly dragged her eyes over your figure, still a couple of yards away. There was something about you. Something that begged Wanda to take care of you, to ruin you, and build you back up again.

She opened her car door, making a split-second decision, she picked up her disposable gloves.

Wanda jogged back to where the disposal team was bagging the body and her useless partner was standing around fiddling. “Wait a moment.” Wanda unzipped the body bag, reaching over, she felt around the man’s throat. “Yeah, there is some strange swelling, not often seen with these types of bodies.” Her partner looked over her shoulder, puzzled. “Are you sure?” Wanda nodded.

She could see you slowly make your way over, 15 seconds.

“It’s probably nothing. To be confident, I am going to ask around. Make sure no suspicious activity has been displayed recently.” Her tone signaled finality. That didn’t stop the newbie from trying to question her, however before he could get the words out, she had already closed the body bag, gotten rid of her gloves, and was making her way to you.

“Excuse me, miss!”

You looked up at the officer walking towards you. “Yes? Can I help you?” Your small voice almost made Wanda lose control. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other while standing in front of you. Having to do something with her hands too, she fished out a small notepad from her left pocket and her pen from her right breast pocket.

She hummed “Do you live around here honey?” You nodded, uncertain of what the beautiful officer wanted. A light blush dusted your cheeks at the nickname. Wanda was going to have a field day with you.

A new toy.

“My name is Officer Wanda Maximoff, and I would like to question you regarding what you may have witnessed in this neighborhood the last couple of days. Is now a good time to talk?”

You can’t recall seeing anything, but you figured she would want to question you anyways, so you stayed silent.

Until her question registered, that is.

You almost answered yes, there was just something about the redhead standing in front of you that made you want to comply with her every command. It must be because of her status as an officer of the law. Or so you tell yourself.

“No, I’m sorry. I have a class I need to get to.” Lest you want to be murdered by your new professor, a real hardass. Or so you heard. The woman in front of you smirked, confused you tilted your head. “Is that an issue Officer?”

God, weren’t you just adorable? Looking like such a lost little kitten, in need of a proper handler. “Not at all sweets, just write down your name and address right here,” Wanda handed her notepad and pen over, making sure to point to an appropriate space for you to write. You were clearly too stupid to think for yourself, that was fine. Mommy would do the thinking for you.

Soon.

You handed the notepad back to the Officer. Wanda made sure to memorize your name and address written so beautifully, Y/n. She smiled a little.

It fits you.

She shifted on her legs again, her thighs rubbing together. Refraining from touching you, Wanda pocketed the notes. “I will come by tomorrow, is 10 am all right with you love?” Wanda made sure to lay the nicknames on thick, she couldn’t help herself. The way your eyes turned big and doe-like. She wanted to fuck you right where you stand.

Snapping out of the trance that woman was, you quickly pulled yourself together. “Yes ma’am.” You were happy your mouth remembered to stay respectful even as your mind betrayed you and filled your head with very naughty thoughts of Officer Hot.

Wanda gazed at you with hunger in her eyes. Before she could do anything, however, your phone buzzed. Alarming you to your lateness. You sputtered out apologize as you moved past the redhead, failing to see the smirk that widened as you half sprinted down the road.

Very soon.

#wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff x reader #ahhhwomen #mommy!wanda maximoff

[haddonfieldwhore]

the apparition - vessel

vessel (sleep token) x gn!reader

warnings: angst, inhuman?vessel, i think that’s it

words count: 2.1k

a warm breeze surrounded you as you played with the tall grass, and smiled as a dark cloaked figure approached you, reaching the edge of the pond you sat with your legs dangling in. the crystal water sparkled and rippled as you kicked your legs gently back and forth, and the figure stood towering over you.

“hello,” you greeted the stranger, who despite his odd appearance gave no indication that he meant you any harm. in fact, you felt quite the opposite; like you were safe now that he was here. this unfamiliar expanse had been so lonely until he arrived, no matter how beautiful it was. the sun beamed down on your skin, kissing any areas that were not hidden beneath clothing, as you enjoyed the warm water at your feet.

“hello, my dear.” the stranger greeted you like you would an old friend, in a voice like deep velvet that brought a feeling of warmth to your chest, butterflies storming in your stomach as he smiled at you.

“would you like to sit with me?”

“i would.” he sat on the plush grass next to you, and you wondered aloud how he wasn’t too warm dressed in the ornate coat he wore and the white mask that covered all of his face but his chin. “how long have you been here?” he asked, and your smile dropped. you weren’t sure. how could you not know how long you had been in this place? had the pretty flowers and singing birds really distracted you that much? the thought seemed to leave your mind as you simply smiled back, all anxieties leaving you as you replied.

“not very long. it’s beautiful here, don’t you think?” you looked out at the flowing water again, the wind drawing the scent of the blooming flowers to your nose as well as a different fragrance… something familiar, but forgotten.

“it is magnificent, indeed.” he said, the way his eyes were locked on you rather that your surrounding going unnoticed.

“what is your name, my new friend?”

“you may call me vessel,” he replied, his hands picking up a stone and skipping it across the surface of the water with ease. you noticed his torso beneath his coat was painted black, as well as his arms all the way down to his fingertips. you reached for his hand, lifting it gently in yours to examine it, but he drew it back quickly.

“i- im sorry. i didn’t mean to-“

“i apologize,” he shushed, extending his hand out to you. “you startled me, but please, go ahead.” he allowed you to take his larger hand in his, and you were shocked at how cold he was.

“how are your hands so cold in this heat?” you asked, holding his hand between both of yours in an attempt to warm them. it was working, though vessel felt the warmth in his heart rather than his hands, and his heart fluttered the feeling of your touch. oh, how he would give anything to feel it forever; he had missed it so much.

“it is nothing-“ he began to say, but the words caught in his throat as you innocently touched his exposed abdomen, only a small gasp leaving his mouth instead. your touch sent shockwaves through him, so powerful it nearly hurt, but he wished more than anything to feel it again.

“you’re freezing! are you okay?” you asked, oblivious to the effect you had on him, as he placed a hand over yours.

“i assure you, you need not worry for me.”

“it might be warmer in the water if you’re cold,” you suggested, standing up and beginning to wade into the pond, the water in fact comfortably warm on your skin as it reached nearly above your knees now.

“i do not-“

“oh come on, don’t your trust me?” you stopped him from protesting, pulling him by his hand out into the water. he dropped your hand briefly but only to remove his coat, leaving his torso bare save for a black silk shirt, the fabric flowing in the breeze as it hung unbuttoned from his shoulders.

‘of course i trust you’ vessel thought, he would trust his life and everything in it to you. the water lapped at your stomach as you waded into deeper water, soft heads and sand under your feet as you led vessel further from the shore. you stopped as the water neared your chest, and vessel looked down at you as you placed a hand on his collarbone.

“how is it….” you asked, rubbing you thumb and finger together, in awe that the black paint that covered his skin remained even in the water. his hand wrapped tenderly around you wrist, and you looked up at him, meeting his gaze even through the mask, his dark eyes gleaming as he locked eyes with you.

“i must ask… a personal question.” he spoke almost hesitantly. mesmerized by his gaze, you could only nod for him to continue as he lowered your hands into the water, although not letting go. “do you believe we have lived other lives in the past?” your lips parted slightly in surprise at such a suggestion, but your expression sooner changed to a smile.

“we must have, don’t you think?”

“yes, we must have.”

you thought for a moment, pondering the idea some more and clouds began to pass overhead.

“i wonder if we ever met in another lifetime? like thousands of years ago or something.” vessels heart ached, how was it that you truly didn’t remember? or was this some sick joke being played on him? nonetheless, he smiled at you again, praying that you would never let go of his hand; that he could hold onto you forever, even if it was just like this. how he wished he could make you remember all the times he had held you before, how he had cradled you in his arms as you slept, how you had kissed him softly each time you woke, how you had laced your fingers together when you walked side by side.

“perhaps we have…. long ago,” he agreed instead. his answer seemed to satisfy you, and you began to walk deeper into the pond, the water nearly to your shoulders now. had the pond always been this vast? it had not seemed this big from the shore, vessel thought to himself. the clouds in the sky above began to darken, and the breeze grew cool as your hand fell from his grasp, his fingertips outstretched toward you as you finally stopped, seemingly looking at something in the distance. vessel followed after you, the thin material of his shirt clinging to his torso as it became soaked, the water tickling his ribcage as he reached for you again, a gentle hand on your shoulder catching your attention. you turned to face him, but rather than looking at him, you looked at the sky as raindrops began to fall around your huddled forms.

“i love when it rains,” you stated, and vessel smiled. he knew you did, he knew everything about you. in fact, there was a time when you had known near everything about him as well. his soul yearned for that again, or even a fraction of what it felt like to be understood in the way you once had known him.

“i do as well. someone i…cared for once, loved the rain very much.” vessel spoke cautiously, as if it hurt him to say the words, praying that you would not ask questions. but alas, you remained innocently curious, and he could never hold that against you.

“what were they like?” you asked, and vessel could not stop himself from taking the pad of his thumb and wiping away a stray raindrop that had fallen upon your cheekbone. despite the water having little effect on the pigment that concealed his skin before, a small smudge of it wiped off and dyed the soft flesh beneath his touch. he laughed quietly, a smile gracing his lips again despite the twinge of sadness in his heart.

“they were… quite special to me.” the way he spoke gave you the impression that it was painful to talk about, so you did not press for more details. instead, you reached out towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a hug that took the air out of his lungs. vessel felt as though he were standing on thin ice, cracking under his weight with every second, destined to break and send him crashing through at the slightest movement. however he decided in that moment, if that were to happen, he would have spent his last moment happier than he had been in what felt like eons, with your arms around him. your familiar scent entered his nose as he gave in, no longer able to resist the urge to wrap his arms tightly around you in return, and he decided that if he ever let go it would be too soon.

“i’m sorry. it must have been hard to lose them.” you spoke quietly with your lips next to his ear, your soft voice sending a shiver down his spine. thankfully he was able to play it off as a chill from the water that had decreased in temperature rapidly as the sun dipped behind cloud cover.

“…thank you,” he sighed, eyes closing as he tried desperately to savour the moment that you were finally in his arms again, regardless of circumstance or the pain it caused him alongside the bliss. selfishly, as you went to pull away, vessel held onto you tighter, not wanting the embrace to ever end. clinging to you shamelessly for only a few more seconds before finding the strength to pull back, holding you at arms length now, his hands resting on your lower back. “forgive me… though i needed that.”

“of course,” you smiled, both of you now entirely soaked from the rain that poured down around you. it was suddenly so loud you could barely hear as vessel spoke again.

“you must forgive me for this as well,” he breathed, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours in a featherlight kiss. he allowed his lips to linger on yours for only a moment, before pulling back and opening his eyes; and to his horror, you were gone.

vessel stood alone in a the now freezing water, and although his head was above it he felt like he could no longer breathe. drowning felt worse than he could have ever imagined, and it wasn’t even truly happening to him. the sky grew impossibly darker, and the only light he was granted was web-like cracks of lightening in the pitch black sky. the thunder rumbled so loud it felt like a ton of bricks, and as the world began to spin around him, vessel felt as if he was on some kind of nightmare ride he could never get off. he could feel his consciousness slipping away, and slowly sank backwards into the icy black water.

“vessel!” you called, your hands on his shoulders as you desperately tried to shake him awake. finally his eyes snapped open and he sat up with a bolt, nearly knocking you over where you sat on the edge of his bed. he looked frantically around the room before patting his chest, checking to make sure he was unharmed before his eyes landed on you. “are you okay- woah!” you gasped softly as he reached out and pulled you into his arms, trapping you in a grip so tight you nearly couldn’t breathe. knowing something must be bothering him deeply for him to act this way, you climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around him in return.

“stay with me.” he mumbled, pleading with you not to let go.

“of course.” you agreed, nuzzling into his neck as he laid down, pulling you with him. “are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, and vessel exhaled deeply.

“just get some rest, my dear. i will be here when you wake.” he hummed. you knew that meant that in the morning vessel would not bring it up, and you dared not ask, so like all the times before, the haunting nightmares that plagued him would go unexplained. that was the price vessel had to pay for choosing to spend his life with you, a human. he was cursed to relive the same nightmare over and over again, one in which you did not remember him or the life you shared together. it got more difficult to bare each and every time, but even one day with you was worth a thousand lifetimes of agony.

“i love you,” you mumbled sleepily as you tangled your limbs with vessels, entwined physically just as you were in souls.

“i love you, little dove,” he replied, kissing the top of your head gently. “more than even the gods will ever know.”

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

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New Year's Resolutions| Victuuri

Collab with @otomiyaa ✨

A/N: Our first Collab of the year 🥺 Even though Ginny already retired, I keep bothering her, asking her to do collaborations together. Thanks for accepting again, my deeear! I have a blast as always~ I looove you ❤️

Summary: it's the fresh start of a new year and Victor and Yuuri find themselves talking about their resolutions.

Words: 1.8k

The first couple of days of the new year found them curled up in bed, sleeping with their legs intertwined, hugging each other and their faces so close together, breathing the same air. It was warm and cozy, in their hearts they couldn't wish to be anywhere else than in each other's arms. They would stay in bed until their bellies started to rumble and right after breakfast, they would jump back to bed to enjoy each other some more. 

A hand sneaking here and there would lead to a giggle or a kiss and then another hand going further down would make one of them let out wonderful pleased sounds that would guide them to consummate their love with kisses and caresses until their bodies got tired and they had to take long naps together. 

It was a lazy routine and at first they both felt a little uncomfortable, especially Victor, who really liked to go out and have a good time, but neither of them could resist the other's warmth and kisses. 

“Yuuri?” Victor had mumbled one morning, his voice still hoarse with sleep as he comfortably laid on his side with Yuuri snuggling against him; his long fingers carding through his lover's hair. 

“Hmm?” Yuuri nuzzled closer to Victor, taking a deep breath when his nose touched Victor's throat. 

“When are you going to tell me your new year’s resolutions?” 

Yuuri didn't immediately answer him, and after a few seconds, Victor thought he had fallen asleep again, but he didn't and when he talked again, Victor jumped slightly. 

Yuuri giggled when he felt Victor flinching and he hugged him tightly. “Are you supposed to share your resolutions?” 

“Hmm, I don't see why not. I can share mine with you and maybe you can join me in some resolutions and I can join yours?” 

“... I see. Alright.” Yuuri yawned. “You first.” 

A charming low chuckle could be heard from his husband. Ah, husband… Yuuri was still stuck in his sweet bubbly feelings when he felt Victor pinch his lower side playfully, making him let out a weird strangled noise.

“Don’t be mean Yuuri, I asked you first,” Victor argued, making Yuuri giggle.

“Okay okay!” Yuuri huffed, and he was very aware of Victor’s hand that remained on his side, but it did not move again, so he held his breath and thought for a moment.

“I would like to try more recipes. Learn to cook more good food for you, Vitya. Also eat good food together.”

“That sounds nice,” Victor agreed.

“I’d also like to visit more places. We talk more about traveling and don’t actually do it. Let’s visit some new places this year,” Yuuri continued, now feeling inspired. 

“Oh, and pick up my old workout routine. Maybe you could help me, coach,” Yuuri said playfully. He tingled when Victor’s thumb rubbed his side in approval.

“I’ll help you, student,” he said.

“Another resolution is… To tell you that I love you, more than I did last year. Hmm… Yeah,” Yuuri said, and he yawned sleepily. 

“I’m touched, Yuuri,” Victor said fondly. 

“Now, tell me yours?” Yuuri moved closer against him if that was even possible. He was pressed tightly against Victor and nuzzled him like a cat. 

“My new year’s resolution…” Victor thought out loud, and Yuuri could feel his hands on his body climb up - the one on his side trailing up his ribcage, the other moving from his waist further up as well, and he tensed up.

“Victor?” he whispered curiously, but Victor was still humming, deep in thought.

“Ah, yes. My only resolution is to tickle Yuuri more.” And suddenly his fingers dug into Yuuri’s sensitive torso, drawing out a loud pitchy laugh from him.

“Vityahaha! Nohoho!” he howled, but he had given himself quite the position in his lover’s arms and it seemed he was going to be stuck there for a while as Victor continued to tickle him with quick and playful scribbles.

“What do you mean no, Yuuri?” Yuuri’s cheeks flushed hearing Victor's teasing tone as his fingers wiggled against his ribs, making him throw his head back with loud laughter. “You have to help me with my resolutions since you're in them!”

Yuuri shook his head, shrieking as Victor moved down to his tummy, under his shirt. “You tihihihickle mehehe plehehenty ahahalreahady!”

Victor only hummed and Yuuri cackled, jumping and jerking as his lover's hands jumped from spot to spot, gently squeezing, scratching, poking and jabbing at his warm, ticklish skin. No matter how hard Yuuri tried to cover his weakest spots, Victor already knew the map of his body by memory and his fingers found every little patch of skin that had him shrieking.

“Yuuri!” Victor whined when Yuuri almost caught his hand. “Stop trying to stop me! I'm trying to do something here!”

“Dontticklemethere! Dohohon't tihihickle me thehehere- ahahaha!” Yuuri squeaked when Victor grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it above his head, exposing his underarm. “Plehehehease, Vihihihictor!” 

“Don't act as if you don't enjoy this, my love,” Victor purred and so his fingers finally touched his very vulnerable underarm.

Yuuri’s eyes widened before squeezing shut and he threw his head back, howling hysterically. It tickled so bad! It was way too early for this! And yet… he felt warmth and happy tingles spread through his body. Victor wasn’t wrong, it’s not like he didn’t enjoy this particular feeling. Laughing at his relentless husband’s mercy.

“Lehehehet go ohohof my ahaharm ahahahaha!” Yuuri kicked his legs when Victor wouldn’t stop tickling his helplessly exposed underarm.

“Alright, but promise you won’t move.” Victor was quick to agree and buried both hands under Yuuri’s arms, thumbs rubbing into the center areas of his armpits and tickling Yuuri so bad he was shrieking.

“Nahahaha Vityahahaha!” He flailed his arms and instinctively tried to push him away.

“You promised not to move!” Victor gasped. 

“I dihidn’t prohohomise ahahanything huwhaha!” The last bits of sleepiness were completely gone as Victor pinned him down and tickled Yuuri’s sides and ribs with admirable determination. 

Yuuri tried to keep in his laughter in an attempt to make Victor lose interest, but that was an impossible task when he was already laughing like a mad man, especially when he felt Victor chasing after his hips. He shrieked, panicking, trying to squirm away from those mean fingers wanting to dig into the soft and terribly ticklish flesh of his hips. 

“Hey, what are you hiding from me, huh? Why do you keep moving away, Yuuri? Am I going for your best spot?” 

Yuuri shook his head, but he then screamed with laughter when Victor finally grabbed at his hips and started squeezing them. He jolted and squirmed wildly, tears of laughter falling down the sides of his face. Victor laughed too, teasing Yuuri with comments about how ticklish he was and saying that his resolution was going just fine. 

Yuuri could barely speak as he was cackling his lungs out, his hands uselessly trying to catch Victor's, but noticing that wouldn't work, he gather the bit of strength he had left and moved both his hands under Victor's arms, his fingers wiggling into the warmth of his armpits. The sound that left Victor's mouth was inhuman and Yuuri laughed even harder as his lover's hysterical laughter replaced his own. 

“Oh my god, Yuuri!” He said in English before throwing his head back in ticklish hysteria. “NAHAHAT THEHERE! YOU TRAHAHAITOHOR!” 

It was actually hilarious that Victor tickled him so much when he was this ticklish himself. Yuuri blushed at the reconfirmation: he really didn’t mind Victor tickling him to death sometimes. However right now…

“Traha-traitor? Me? N-now why would you say that, honey?” Yuuri teased breathlessly as he managed to overpower Victor with tickles. Victor fell back, and Yuuri chased after him and continued the tickle attack under his arms, taking along some of those sweet spots on his upper ribcage as well.

“YUUREhehehe! Nohoho! Hohohonehehey!” Victor could return the pet names or anything, but nothing was better than this. Yuuri smiled fondly and wiggled his fingers mercilessly against his husband’s tickle spots.

“You’re the one training me, coach. Don’t tell me you forgot I’ve got stamina for two?” Yuuri asked, still out of breath a little but handling his teases toward Victor quite well. Victor cackled and squeaked, flopping adorably underneath him.

“I knohohow! Buhuhut my rehehesolution - ahahaha!” 

Yuuri cocked his head and concentrated on that great spot between Victor’s ribs. “Your resolution?” he asked dreamily, staring at the blush on Victor’s cheeks as he tickled him.

“Tihihickle you - wahhaah! Nohohot thihihis!” 

Yuuri nodded, taking in that sweet laughter. “But I like this a lot, too. I might add one more resolution,” he said. “Also, didn't you say we could join each other's resolution? I might want to tickle you more this year as well!” 

Victor shook his head as he shrieked with laughter. “Mehehercy on thihihis old mahahahan! Ack! Yuhuhuhurihihihi!” 

Yuuri giggled, “now you're an old man? Don't act as if you don't enjoy this, Vitya,” Yuuri giggled brightly, seeing Victor's cheeks flush pink. It was true that Yuuri was the one that really liked being tickled, but maybe after so much time together, Victor had started to like it as well and that made Yuuri's heart jump excitedly inside his chest. 

“I dohohon't- ahahahah, Yuuhuhuhuri! Leheheave my poohohohor ahaharmpihihits alohohone!” 

“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” Yuuri said, and he couldn’t hold back a giggle at his own bad joke. He could hear and understand each word Victor sputtered through his hysterical laughing fit, but that didn’t stop him and his fingers from enjoying this game a little bit longer.

Only when Victor started to sound really tired, Yuuri slowly stopped his attack, and he smirked. “Mercy?” he asked, poking Victor one more time. Victor nodded tiredly and snorted.

“Yeheheah whahatehehever!” he laughed. Yuuri finally moved back in their previous embrace. They were now both all messy; messy hair, sweaty, teary and blushy faces, and each wearing a huge smile as they caught their breath while staying in each other’s arms. They both sighed deeply and looking at each other's eyes, they couldn't help but break into loud laughter again.

Yuuri thought holding each other like this, laughing and giggling and sneaking some tickles here and there, was the perfect way to start the year and he hoped dearly inside his heart that he could spend all this new year with Victor like this, loving each other and enjoying silly little moments together. 

“Yuuri?”

“Hmm?”

“We'll have a great year,” Victor said softly, his eyes a bit droopy, feeling sleepy after their little tickle fight. “We’ll go to new places and eat yummy food together and I'll tickle your little head off every chance I get.” Yuuri giggled, feeling fingers walking up the curve of his waist. “So be ready, Yuuri, because we'll have a blast! People will get mad they only see our pictures on Instagram.” 

Yuuri smiled and nodded before kissing Victor's lips gently. “I love you, Victor.” 

He knew every year would be enjoyable if Victor was with him. 

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