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Whole Lotta Love | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You and Bradley were just friends, and perhaps that was why you trusted him so much. It wasn't his fault that you were secretly harboring a crush a mile wide. When your noisy neighbor becomes too much and you decide you need to move, Bradley helps you brainstorm a solution. But when you set your plans into action, you're surprised to find that he seems almost jealous.

Warnings: Adult language, angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of masturbation

Length: 8600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"I need to move."

Bradley looked up at your annoyed expression as you dropped your lunch tray a little violently onto the cafeteria table across from him with a clatter. The top piece of bread slid off your sandwich as you sat down with a pout.

"Like to a new apartment?" he asked, reaching over to straighten out your silverware and napkin. "Didn't we just help you move a few months ago, Sparrow?"

For some reason that set you off as your clenched fist bumped the edge of the tray, messing everything up again. "Yes, to a new apartment, Rooster! And yes, I just moved six months ago, but I can't take another day of this shit."

"What's wrong?" Jake asked where he was inhaling his food right next to you like he had a vendetta against it.

You sighed, and the sound was so soft and sweet compared to your frustrated expression, Bradley almost laughed. "The guy who lives above me is an aspiring wedding DJ. Do you have any idea what that means for my sleep schedule?"

"Oh shit," Javy groaned from your other side. "Are you getting Cupid Shuffle all night long?"

"Coyote," you whined, "he makes his own remixes! At four in the morning! When I asked him to stop, he said he was perfecting his artform, but that he'd turn the volume down a smidge. Meanwhile, I moved into my current apartment, because my old neighbors were hosting woodworking retreats in their living room!"

Now Bradley really was laughing. "You need a break? You can come sleep over at my place tonight."

You were finally smiling now as you said, "Thanks Rooster, but I've seen the wrong side of your couch before. I had a long, long night in your living room after the holiday party."

"So don't get drunk first this time," he replied easily, remembering that night vividly. You let him carry you into his house from his Bronco while you whispered the lyrics to Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin really slowly to him. It was funny and somehow a little hot at the same time. He liked it a little too much. "Or you can just sleep in my bed."

Your eyes went a little wide. "With you?"

"Of course not," he replied quickly, hoping he wasn't blushing. "We're just friends. I could take the couch for one night so you can have a break. If you want."

You and he really were just friends. You were friends with all the guys. They all loved you and your humor, and you were a hell of a good WSO. Bradley didn't even fly with a backseater, but he always liked getting paired with you and Omaha. You had an ease about you, and it even translated to the way you took a massive bite out of your sandwich after you said, "Maybe I'll just sneak in and break DJ Insomnia's turntables."

Then you smiled at Bradley while you chewed your food, and Javy and Jake started to make up a song about DJ Insomnia. You laughed when they tried to rhyme 'slumber' with 'nightmare', but you were still looking at Bradley as if he was in on some inside joke with you. Your eyes twinkled when he nudged your leg with his boot underneath the table.

"Hey, I'll be more than happy to help you move again, Sparrow, but I think you ought to at least consider having me over around three in the morning with my keyboard. I'll bring these two idiots with me as well, and we can all sing at the top of our lungs until your neighbor moves out."

You tipped your head back and laughed. "Oh, Rooster. You're the sweetest, but he'd probably actually enjoy that."

Now Bradley was definitely blushing as he looked down at his lunch, and he wasn't really sure why.

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You gathered your things together for the night as soon as you heard your neighbor playing the Electric Slide. If he was already starting at seven o'clock, you needed to get out now. You shoved clean underwear and some random clothing into your backpack before you stopped in the bathroom and grabbed the essentials. Bradley's couch had never sounded better to you in your life, but if he felt like offering up his bed, then even better. Hell, you'd curl up in there with him at this point. What difference did it make? It wasn't like anything physical was ever going to happen.

He was one of the boys, and you loved them all. It wasn't Bradley's fault that his sun kissed skin and wavy hair were kind of your thing. If they were attached to another man, you'd probably have made a move, but he was your friend. Sure, you'd thought about it before, when you were alone in bed and it was very, very late. He was attractive and hilarious, and you were only human. But some things were sacred.

"Yeah, like peace and quiet," you growled as you stomped down your hallway. You grabbed your keys and headed out, zipping along to Bradley's house in record time. You were obsessed with his place which was complete with flower boxes underneath the front windows and a pink front door that he never seemed to get around to repainting even though he mentioned it all the time.

You hauled yourself up to his porch with your half zipped backpack and bad attitude and pounded on his door. You had a spare key somewhere in the bottom of your purse, but you didn't feel like digging for it. When he didn't answer, you pounded again, a little harder this time.

"Yeah?" he asked, his tone gruff as the door flew open. "Sparrow," he muttered, his voice much softer with your call sign attached to it. "Hey."

But you didn't register too much besides the fact that he was standing there in nothing but a pair of snug boxer briefs with damp hair and skin that smelled delicious just inches away from you. "Hi," you said, sounding as mesmerized as you felt. Golden tan. Sparse chest hair. Perfectly groomed mustache. You wanted to lick him. Where on earth did that urge come from? You never thought about dragging your tongue along his chest and neck and all the way up to his lips. Except that you had... very, very late at night.

Fuck.

It wouldn't be worth messing things up. You forced your gaze up to his brown eyes. "I'm here for our sleepover," you said with as much normalcy as you could muster, but the response you got was Bradley's cheeks turning pink as he leaned away from the doorway so you could step inside. Then you came to a stop and looked at him again. He smelled really good. Like maybe he was wearing cologne. "Oh. Were you heading out? Do you have a date?"

His cheeks grew redder. "Um, no. Not at all. Of course not."

His answer sent a little wave of relief through your body. "Good." You winced at your response as you continued to his couch and set your bag down. "I mean, do you want to order a pizza or something?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and nodded. "Yeah. Sure. Just let me get dressed. I'll be right back out."

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You actually came over. With your backpack full of your stuff. Bradley wasn't expecting you to take him up on his offer, and now he was doubly flustered; he actually did plan a last minute date, and he just jerked off in the shower while thinking about you.

"Oh fuck," he groaned as he pulled on a pair of jeans. He didn't start off thinking about you. It just kind of happened. At first, he was thinking about a faceless girl sitting on his lap with her hand in his underwear, and then suddenly she did have a face. Your face. And then she had your voice. And then he pictured the two of you on his actual couch. And it was definitely you giving him a handjob in his shower fantasy, and he came all over the tile wall like it was your face. He was lucky you didn't let yourself in with your spare key in time to hear him moaning your name.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked his reflection in the bedroom mirror. He looked wild. Slightly deranged. His pupils were huge, and his cheeks were hot pink. How the hell was he supposed to eat pizza with you while he was thinking about you on his lap?

But the fact that he wanted nothing more than to eat pizza and drink beers with you solidified the fact that he needed to cancel his date with Erin. He was so stupid for doing this. She was a viable option for someone to date. You were not. But he was apparently going to torture himself anyway as he texted her Hey, sorry this is last minute, but I need to reschedule.

He didn't wait for a response as he made his way back to his living room where you had already cracked open a can of beer from the refrigerator and made yourself at home on the couch. You were wearing what you always wore when you didn't have on a flight suit, just yoga pants and a baggy tee shirt. It shouldn't have been cute, but it was.

You smiled up at him as you nudged the unopened can of beer on the coffee table with your blue painted toenail. "I got you one."

He poked your foot with his finger and picked up the beer as he said, "Yeah, it's the least you could do since you helped yourself to my fridge."

When he dropped down onto the couch next to you, his weight on the cushions had you colliding into him. "Sorry," you murmured, your hand coming to rest on his abs as you pushed yourself back into place like it was nothing. Meanwhile, he broke out in a nervous sweat. "What do you want to watch?"

"Doesn't matter," he replied, handing you the remote. Then he grinned and said, "Or we could skip the TV, and I could get my keyboard out and play Cupid Shuffle for you. Maybe try my hand at a remix." You tipped your head back and pretended to cry before you started laughing. "What's the matter? I'm sure I'll sound better than your neighbor. Give it a chance, Sparrow," he teased.

You turned to face him on the couch, still laughing with your beer can resting against his bicep. "First of all, no. Please. No. Absolutely not. Second, has anyone ever told you how adorable it is that you have a keyboard that you actually play?"

"I tell myself that all the time," he replied, trying hard not to smile as you laughed. "I say, 'Bradley, you're adorable. I think it's so cool that you want to relive your piano lessons from middle school. Maybe you should get braces again, too.'"

You were cackling now as you gasped, "Stop it."

He sipped his beer and shook his head. "Of course nobody has ever said my keyboard is adorable. It's the nerdiest thing a guy in his thirties could possibly own, and only like five people in total know about it."

With tears in your eyes, you sucked in a deep breath. "I'm so happy I'm one of those five people."

"Yeah, well, keep it to yourself," he muttered with a smile as he took the remote back and turned on the Padres game. You were still giggling softly as you settled in next to him again. "You want pizza?" he asked.

"I've never said no to pizza," you replied easily, your thigh rubbing gently against his.

"My treat."

"You always say it's your treat. I'll get it this time."

"Nah, you've got to save up your money so you can move out of your apartment, remember?" he asked as he placed the order on his phone.

"How could I forget?" you moaned. "Your house is so nice, I wish I could evict you and move in here."

He set his phone aside and kicked his feet up onto his coffee table. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "That would be a pretty rude thing to do to the guy who always buys your pizza."

Your side eye was impeccable as you said, "It's not like you'd be destitute. I'd let you live with DJ Insomnia. Now I just need a way to make money fast."

Bradley shook his head as the baseball game went to a commercial. "There's no such thing, Sparrow. Nothing legal anyway, and Uncle Sam pays your salary."

You were tapping your beer can with your finger and biting your lip gently, and Bradley's mind drifted back to his shower fantasy. You hummed softly, and he could practically feel the weight of your body settling onto his lap. That's what he wanted. You and he could finish this discussion with you straddling his thighs and his tongue in your mouth.

He should have gone out with Erin. He should have just admitted that he had a date and told you that you could hang out here while he was gone, because now he was getting his hopes up as your leg bumped his again. He knew he was blushing when he looked at you, so he turned back to the TV just in time for the beginning of a Hooters commercial.

"Wow," you mused with a little snicker as you gestured toward the parade of tits with your beer can. "That really got your attention."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "No, it didn't."

"Seriously? That's a lot of boobs, Rooster. You think we should contact the ad agency and tell them they should feature a few more?"

He turned and looked at you, and you started cracking up again. "I think it was actually just the right amount of boobs," he said, trying really hard not to look at your chest.

You forced your face into a neutral expression. "Do you like to go to Hooters?"

Bradley groaned and tried to stand up but you reached for his arm and tugged him closer to you instead. "Why do you think it's fun to pick on me?"

"I'm not really sure, but it's great," you replied. "Didn't all the guys go to Hooters for Jake's birthday?"

"Yeah," he replied with a laugh. "Jake got completely fucking wasted and proposed to our waitress. Then he tried to write his number on a napkin for her, but it looked like hieroglyphics. He even tried to follow her into the kitchen at one point, and Javy had to go get him. At least he left her a two hundred dollar tip for being so annoying."

You gaped at him and set your empty beer can on the coffee table. "Two hundred bucks? Oh my god, do you realize how fast I could buy my own place with guys like Jake around if I worked at Hooters?"

Bradley sat up a little straighter and watched as your eyes lit up while you watched the end of the commercial before the Padres game came on again. "You wouldn't want guys... fussing over you like that, would you?"

You kind of shrugged and said, "I can handle myself."

"That's not what I meant. I just-" He cut himself off. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to tell you he was already jealous just thinking about it? He definitely couldn't admit that. So instead he said, "Your boobs are too good for Hooters. You should keep them in your flight suit."

Now you were looking down at your body and running your hands up your belly to your chest, and Bradley was entranced as he watched you squeeze yourself through your tee shirt like it didn't even matter if he was there or not. You must have trusted him implicitly as you looked at him with sad eyes and said, "You're probably right. Guys know best about this kind of thing, and flight suits are a catch-all for making everyone's body look identical. Maybe it's better to just keep blending in."

He felt like a jerk, because that's not what he meant at all. He wanted to tell you that you were beautiful and that you'd probably make enough money in two weeks to buy the house of your dreams in those orange booty shorts and the tiny tops, but he couldn't. He wanted to kiss that little pout from your lips, but he wouldn't. Instead he said, "Let's keep brainstorming?"

"Yeah, thanks," you whispered, letting your lips brush against his cheek, and Bradley jumped about a mile into the air when there was a knock at the front door.

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You and Bradley had given up on the Padres game. Now you were turned so you were facing each other with pizza and paper plates and more cans of beer. "Okay, you hear how quiet your house is? You hear how nobody is annoying the shit out of you right now? No turntables or amplifiers anywhere?"

"Yeah," he said with a laugh. His cheeks had been perpetually pink all night, and it was really distracting. You had to keep reminding yourself that he thought you'd look better in your shapeless flight suit than in a Hooters uniform, and it kind of broke your heart every single time. But that's what you needed.

You forced a smile as you said, "I want this kind of peace in my life. So give me your best brainstorming ideas for how I can make some more money. Go."

"What about cage fighting?" he asked before he took an enormous bite of pizza.

"Cage fighting?" you balked. "Maybe you don't think much of my face, but I happen to like it the way it is!"

His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. "I do like your face, Sparrow. I was just joking."

He still looked concerned as you waved him off and asked, "What if I started bartending again? Like I did in college?"

Bradley shrugged. "You'll get just as many guys creeping on you at a bar."

You nibbled on your pizza crust and thought about your options. "What if it's the right kind of bar though? One with bouncers and security guards and everything, and oh my god! I've got it!"

"What?"

You watched him fold another slice of pizza in half and devour it as you said, "The Beauty Bar."

He froze with his mouth full and started shaking his head. "No," he said as soon as he swallowed. "That's like Hooters, but the girls dance. On the bar."

"Exactly," you told him, letting your hand rest on his knee. "Bigger tips and buffer security guards. Just think about it, Rooster. I could play one of the characters and have my own unique outfit. It's mostly just bartending, but the breaks for dancing would be so fun."

He looked a little constipated, and you almost laughed when he asked, "What kind of outfit?"

You tried to remember the girls from the only time you'd been there. "I think there was a cowgirl and a schoolgirl? Or like a dirty librarian?"

Bradley leaned a little closer to you and said, "Maybe you should reconsider the cage fighting. I could get you like a hockey mask to wear?" He ran his fingertip gently down the side of your face. "You know, to keep you safe?"

"I wouldn't last one round," you told him with a grin. "Besides, The Beauty Bar is mostly filled with bachelorette parties and girls having a fun night out. I think I'll call them or stop by tomorrow and see what they say."

Bradley dropped his hand from your face and muttered, "I'll keep brainstorming. You feel like watching a movie?"

"Sure," you told him as you stretched. "You pick since you paid for the pizza."

A few seconds later, your favorite movie was queued up on the TV, and you tried to get him to look at you, but he was actively avoiding doing so as he tried not to smile. You were halfway on his lap with your hands on his cheeks when he finally met your eyes. "Thanks, Bradley. For the pizza and for the movie and the sleepover and everything."

"You're welcome," he whispered softly. You thought about how good it would feel to kiss him, but you ended up laying on a pillow that was propped against his thigh instead. Less than halfway into the movie, you were sound asleep.

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Bradley didn't want to move. You were sound asleep with your cheek pressed to his thigh, and a tiny little spot of drool darkened the fabric of his jeans next to your lips. You had pushed the pillow to the floor, and you had reached for his hand while you dozed.

He'd had a full blown crush on you for a while now. It was useless to try to deny it. But you had him in the friend zone along with Javy and Jake and all the rest of the guys, and he was sure that if he tried to level up, you'd smash him right back down where he belonged.

You were so cute, finally getting the sleep you deserved. Clearly you trusted him, which made him feel important, but he wanted to be important to you in every way.

When he tried to slide off the couch, you snuggled against him harder. When he tried to wake you up, you moaned and snoozed on. He got himself awkwardly into position to pick you up, and he hoisted you into his arms. Your hand rested on his chest, and your lips met his neck as you mumbled, "I'm sleepy."

"I know you are, Honey." The pet name just slipped out, but you didn't complain as he stood there in his living room trying to stave off an erection as you snuggled against him. "I'm taking you to my bed. You'll be more comfortable."

"M'kay."

Then he was treated to your half asleep rendition of Whole Lotta Love where most of the lyrics were wrong and it was pretty much completely off key. But you were singing it right next to his ear, and once again, he liked it more than he should. When he set you down on his bed, you immediately burrowed under the blankets like you slept in his room all the time, and he watched you curl up on your side.

Your eyes were closed as you whispered, "Aren't you getting in?"

He wanted to. He knew the feel of your body well enough to know that he'd love snuggling with you all night. But this friendship meant something to him. "Nah, I'll be out on the couch if you need me."

You didn't respond verbally, but you did nod, and Bradley kissed your temple. Then he grabbed a blanket from his closet and left you alone. His thoughts were a complete mess as he stepped out of his jeans and tossed them on the coffee table. He stretched out on his couch as much as he could, but then he thought about you wearing a Hooters uniform.

"Don't do it," he warned himself, but it was too fucking late. The little orange shorts and the tiny white shirts had been nice on the other girls, sure. But on you'd, they would be lethal for him.

The idea of you dressed as a cowgirl doing a little dance routine on a sticky bartop wasn't much better. Guys would be throwing tip money at you and begging you to make their drinks. They would all want to chat you up and try to touch you. Bradley would go through the roof if one of them did. But if this is what you wanted to do and it was going to help you reach your goal, then he was going to have to be supportive, even if it killed him.

After barely sleeping most of the night, Bradley was finally dozing when you walked out into the living room the next morning. His blanket ended up on the floor at some point, but you came right over to him where he was overflowing from the couch in just his undershirt and boxer briefs.

"You could have slept in your bed, too," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair. "You're too big for the couch."

He noted that you were wearing your backpack as he melted into your touch. "Are you leaving? I thought we could grab breakfast."

Now you were smiling. "I'm gonna run. I'm planning to stop at The Beauty Bar later and see if they're hiring any new bartenders. Thanks for everything."

With that, you kissed his forehead, and Bradley's eyes closed as soon as you went prancing out his front door into the sunlight. "I'll keep brainstorming," he groaned.

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Your interview at the bar consisted of making three drinks and picking out a 'uniform' to wear. Some of the clothing was so tiny, it made the Hooters girls look modest by comparison. But they assured you that you'd love working there, so you accepted the position and took your new clothing home.

The first time you put on the black leather skirt that zipped all the way up the front along with the cropped shirt, you took it back off immediately. Could you mix cocktails in the outfit? Sure. Could you dance on the top of the bar for three minutes straight three times per night? Maybe not. But then you remembered that they told you some girls made up to five hundred bucks per shift. And then DJ Insomnia started on a remix of the Macarena right above you.

So you put the outfit back on again and decided that yes, you could do this. And maybe it would help to get a guy's perspective on the way you looked and your dance moves. You wanted to ask Bradley, but you didn't think you could handle the way he'd laugh about this. But there was something about the way he'd been concerned about you when you slept over at his place on Friday night. You almost felt protected. Cared for. God, you were already jealous of the woman he would eventually fall for, because she would be on the receiving end of all of his warm attention. And she'd get to live in that house with him. And he'd actually sleep in his bed with her, unlike the couch when you were there.

You rolled your eyes in the mirror and added some makeup to your face. This was so unlike you, falling for one of your friends. But you were tired of trying to fight it. And you still trusted his opinions. So you called him.

"Sparrow," he crooned when he answered your call.

"Rooster," you replied in your most matter of fact tone. "I was wondering if you could stop by for a few minutes and help me with something?"

"Right now?" he asked immediately.

You bit your lip before swiping some lipstick on while you said, "Whenever you have a chance."

"I'll be there soon."

He didn't let you down. He never did. Twenty minutes later, there were three taps on your apartment door, and then he was letting himself inside with the spare key you gave him months ago.

"Sparrow, it's me," he called out over the remix of Footloose. "Jesus. You weren't kidding. Your neighbor plays music like this all the time?"

"Yes," you shouted from your bedroom. "Constantly."

"I'm going to go up and have a little chat with him."

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup as you said, "Don't bother. I've tried so many times. All he's done is lower the volume the slightest bit."

Bradley's sarcastic laugh from your living room made you smile. "I'm sure I can get him to do whatever I say."

That was undoubtedly the truth. You also didn't want him to get arrested. When you ran out to see him, you had forgotten what you were wearing as you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him.

Bradley's eyes were wide, and as soon as his hands settled on your bare waist, he pulled them right off again. "Holy shit. What the fuck is this?"

"Oh," you gasped, taking a nervous step away from him. "It's kind of my uniform. For my new bartending gig?" His cheeks were pink, his lips were parted, and he was gaping at you as he dragged his gaze up and down your body. "Is it bad?"

"Holy shit," he repeated. And then he said it one more time before he met your eyes. "Do you think it's bad?"

You winced and groaned. "I wasn't sure. But you're a guy. If you think it's awful, then I certainly don't want to wear it to my second job." He let out a strangled sound, and you started to turn back to your bedroom. "I'll stick to my flight suits."

You felt his fingers lace with yours before you heard his strained voice. "It's not bad, Sparrow. It's really fucking hot." You turned and looked at him, annoyed that you were feeling so vulnerable. He swallowed hard before he added, "You always look good."

He tugged you a little closer to him, and a smile found your lips. "I think I get it. It's hard to be objective when you're friends with someone. You'd probably like the outfit better on someone else."

Somehow his eyes went wider. "I really don't think that's it at all, actually," he whispered. Then DJ Insomnia started playing a remix that actually sounded good for once, and you tugged Bradley toward your couch with your linked fingers.

"Here, watch me dance real quick, and then we can just hang out."

"Okay," he grunted, taking a seat.

"Just pretend I'm someone else," you told him as you ran one hand down your side until your palm settled on your hip. You started to turn in a slow circle as you moved your hips to the music that made its way to your living room.

"I don't really want to do that."

You looked back at Bradley over your shoulder and caught him staring at your butt. "You don't?"

He shook his head slowly as you turned to face him, still dancing. "Hell no," he whispered, watching your face now. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth, and his dark gaze looked almost greedy, but he sat there and watched you dance, barely moving a muscle until you stopped along with the music.

"Well? What do you think?" you asked, holding your hands out to your sides.

He cleared his throat. "I think it's a good thing you don't have a boyfriend, because he'd already be jealous as fuck."

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You looked exhausted every single day now. Bradley started to bring you extra coffee from his own kitchen to try to combat your near constant yawning and fatigue each morning. You weren't just battling through sleepless nights at your apartment with DJ Insomnia, you were also working all day as a WSO and frequently working late into the night at the bar.

"I'm a little worried about you," he murmured one morning as you sipped the coffee he made. "You're working too hard, Sparrow." He didn't want to put voice to the way he felt about your bartending shifts. He made it a point not to stop by and see you there even though you'd asked him to. But he desperately wished you would quit. Every time he thought about you in your little costume with your red, pouty lips, he got more jealous inside. He could just imagine dozens, maybe hundreds of pairs of eyes on you, and he didn't like the way he wanted to be the only one treated to that sight.

"I'm fine," you replied softly. "I've already made thousands in tip money, and it's only been two weeks." You tried to smile up at him, but it didn't quite meet your eyes. "I mean, it's not the best scenario, because sometimes the patrons get a little rowdy. But it's not the worst thing. I'll just keep it up for a few months or until I get deployed."

Bradley grunted. "Explain to me exactly how rowdy they get."

Now you were sipping your coffee and staring at the patches on his flight suit instead of looking at his face. "Well, nobody is supposed to touch us. But sometimes guys do try it. Especially when we're dancing. The bouncers are great and all, but they can only get over there so quickly."

Bradley leaned down until you were looking him in the eye. He knew he was no better than some random asshole at the bar. He was probably worse since he thought about you dancing for him every time he took a shower. But he couldn't stand how apprehensive you looked when you talked about that place. You never looked like that when you were alone with him.

"I think you should quit," he told you blandly.

"It's not that bad," you replied. "Maybe I'm not doing a good job of explaining it. Come visit one night, and I'll buy you a drink."

"Sparrow, literally the last thing I want to do is witness every drunk asshole at the bar trying to look up your skirt."

You scoffed. "I wear little booty shorts underneath it!"

He closed his eyes and grunted, "I could have lived without that visual." It would just add to his shower time fodder.

"Oh! You should come on Friday night," you said, patting him on the chest. "I'll invite all the guys! There are drink specials. Hey, Javy!"

You wandered away, and soon Bradley's fate was sealed. Javy, Jake, Mickey, Reuben and Bob were all planning on going to The Beauty Bar for happy hour, and he was expected to be there, too. It wasn't like it was your fault he was falling for you, so he was just going to have to go and be supportive. He'd make sure all the guys left you massive tips, too.

You were still exhausted on Friday morning, and Bradley didn't like the way you were yawning as you loaded into your jet. You were quieter now at work than you usually were, and he was tempted to tell you to start sleeping at his place to try to cut out some of your stress. Having you close by sounded good to him as well.

Maybe he'd hang out at your bar all night and take you home with him. He could carry you to his bed before retiring to the couch and pretending he was also in his bed. Maybe you would even serenade him with the song. You'd get a good night's sleep and then this never ending friendship loop would start all over again.

If he could think of a way to break the loop and turn it into a straight line that led to a relationship with you, he'd take it. That was probably the type of brainstorming he should be working on at this point since you were already working at the bar now. He was still trying to think of a way to tell you how he really felt without destroying the friendship as he drove his Bronco across the city to the extremely popular Beauty Bar.

"You're kidding," he muttered. There was a line to get inside, and he told you he'd be here by eight o'clock when the dancing started.

"Holy shit," Jake said as he and Javy headed up the sidewalk and got in line with him. "I guess there's no shortage of guys who want to look at Sparrow."

Javy nodded in agreement. "I mean, I don't really want to look at Sparrow, but I'll gladly take all the other girls."

That was literally the exact opposite of Bradley's thinking. He couldn't give a shit who else was working, his eyes would find you and stay there all night. Whether you were serving drinks, chatting with patrons or dancing, he'd be focused on nothing but you.

The guys all got their driver's licenses out, and the bouncer muttered, "Don't want any trouble from the three of you," as he checked them.

Shit, what the hell kind of place was this if you got warned at the door on your way in? But when he walked inside and saw how crowded it was along with the two random girls doing a line dance along the bar, he could kind of understand. It was mostly packed with guys, and Reuben, Mickey and Bob were waving them over. Bradley moved slowly through the crowd, and then he found you in your cute little outfit handing someone a beer, and his heart stopped.

Your smile looked like it was pasted on, but once you saw Bradley, your whole face lit up. You waved to him as you bounced up and down behind the bar, clearly excited that he was here. He started throwing his elbows and shoulders around to get to you, passing all of the other guys in the process.

"Rooster!" you called out over the music when he got closer. The two girls danced across the bar between you and him, but his focus didn't waver at all as he matched your smile. "Do you want a drink?"

He shrugged and said, "I kind of just wanted to see you."

"Oh," you replied, looking pleased enough that Bradley decided to push the boundary just a little bit.

"I don't really like it here, actually. If at any time you feel like quitting your job, I'll take you right to my place and let you sleep in peace and quiet again."

You poured a beer and handed it to him. "You don't like the girls?" you asked, glancing at the boots as they went by again.

"Not those ones."

You looked him dead in the eye and asked, "Which ones then?"

His fingers flexed on his pint of beer as someone tried to jostle him out of the way to get closer, but he didn't look away from you as he said, "Come on, Sparrow." His voice was a little rough, and now you looked confused. He would do it. He'd ruin everything just so you knew. But he didn't want you to feel bad for him.

Then someone called your first name, and you and he both turned to see an older woman holding up both hands. "I'm on in ten," you told him, reaching out to touch his fingers where they rested on the bar. "Let me take a few more drink orders before I have to dance."

"Right," he said. It was better that you didn't know. You were trying to make some money here, and he was already messing it up by talking to you for too long. "I'll catch you later."

He wandered off in the direction of the rest of the guys. "Yo, that blonde is so hot, and she made my drink perfectly," Mickey was saying as he drank something that looked fruity and sweet.

"I'm an equal opportunity aviator tonight," Jake drawled. "I see a girl in a little outfit, she gets my phone number."

"You're delusional is what you are," Bradley told him as he sipped his beer. "All of you better leave Sparrow a massive tip. Seriously. I'm not kidding."

He listened to the guys chat as he turned back toward the bar to check on you. It was almost time for you to dance, and his stomach was churning with anticipation and anxiety. He'd been dying to see you move like that again, but he could do without the memory of everyone else knowing how you looked when you shook your hips.

Then you broke away from some guy who looked like a real tool who was reaching for you across the bar. You backed up and bumped into the mini fridge behind you and winced, and Bradley took a few steps in your direction. He memorized what that guy was wearing and what he looked like, just in case.

But now it was time for you to dance, so at least you were able to step away from him. One of the cowgirls was helping you up onto the bar, and the crowd started cheering. The opening notes to Whole Lotta Love started playing, and Bradley's arms prickled with goosebumps as you ran your hand down to your waist and shook your hips from side to side. You were moving just like you had in your living room, but all he could think about were the times you sang this song to him. He wanted all of it to be just for him. He wanted to touch you the way you were touching yourself. He wanted to taste the sweat that glistened on your neck.

His jealousy flared, burning bright inside of him as he watched everyone crowd the bar as you strutted along with a smile on your face. And once again your smile brightened when you found him, and then you mouthed the lyrics, 'Way down inside, honey you need it. I'm gonna give you my love. I'm gonna give you my love.' You mouthed the words to him.

Bradley grunted. His body felt like it was pulled taut like a rubber band, about to snap. You stopped at the end of the bar and did a little twirl as the crowd sang along to the song, but you kept your eyes on him. Your lips perfectly formed every word, and he'd never forget this feeling for the rest of his life.

Then you turned away from him, and he instantly missed the way you were subtly giving him your attention. He moved forward a little bit through the crowd, wanting to get closer to you. When you spun around again, he saw you looking for him, and your smile wavered.

"Sparrow!" he called out, and when you found him again, you laughed. And he laughed, too. But this must have been the breaking point in the evening, because Bradley got hit in the shoulder as a fight broke out to his right. Everyone got shoved forward, and a random glass of beer hit the bar. You tried to jump out of the way as your feet got soaked, and then your boss started yelling at you to keep dancing. Now when you looked at Bradley, you were no longer smiling.

He called your first name this time as you tried to step over the wet part of the bar and continue to the other end. Bradley saw him before you did. That asshole guy was back, and he smiled as he looked up your skirt. Bradley fleetingly remembered you told him you wore shorts under your skirt, and he really hoped you had them on tonight. But that wasn't the end of it, because now he was reaching out for your foot.

"What the fuck?" Bradley shouted, handing his glass to a stranger as he tried to get to you. With that asshole's hand firmly wrapped around your ankle, you started to waver. You were nine feet up in the air, surrounded by glass bottles, and he knew he was closer to you than any of the bouncers.

"Stop it!" you shouted above the music as you tried to pull yourself free, but that guy was unrelenting. You took one more awkward step before your body turned sideways. You were about to fall off the bar. Bradley fought his way forward as you tried to correct yourself, but it was too late, now it looked like you were going to land on your wrist on the bar, and probably break a bone.

Bradley lunged just in time, and thankfully you saw him. You trusted him, and right now he could see that fact in your eyes. You let yourself fall forward into the crowd. Into his open arms.

"Oh my god, Bradley!" you gasped as your arms wound around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him. You were shaking.

"I've got you," he promised as the song played on. He wanted to throw that guy up against the wall, but he was too content holding you to him as you buried your face against his neck. Letting go of you wasn't really an option. He wrapped one big hand around your thigh while the other squeezed your waist. "I have you, Sparrow."

Jake and Javy were there now, and Bradley nodded to the guy who grabbed you. He'd let them take care of it, because now your lips were brushing his ear. "That was terrifying," you whispered, and someone finally changed the song while another dancer climbed onto the bar.

Bradley made the decision to carry you outside into the cool night, walking slowly down the block where it was quieter as you caught your breath. "Are you okay now?" he asked softly.

You nodded against him, and when he adjusted you in his arms, you quickly whispered, "Please don't put me down yet."

"I won't," he promised before pressing his lips to your collarbone. You whimpered, and he couldn't help it. He said, "I don't ever want to put you down. And for the record, I don't want you to dance here anymore either. I never wanted you to."

You lifted your head away from him, and Bradley practically melted as your fingers tugged through the hair at the back of his head. Your lips were pouty, and your eyes were trusting as you asked, "You never wanted me to?"

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?"

He knew he had to say it and risk ruining everything, because pretending like this friendship with you was enough was actually hurting him now. He looked at your pretty face as he said, "Because I'm in love with you. And I'm selfish and jealous, and I don't want a bunch of other guys watching you dance around in this little outfit. Dancing around to my��song."

"Bradley." You leaned closer, and you didn't stop until your lips were on his. This was better than he thought it could be, already so comfortable around you. Already addicted to your voice and the way you felt in his arms. Your fingers tightened in his hair as you kissed him, parting his lips with yours until you were tasting him. When you pulled away with a little moan, you whispered his name again while you ran your thumb along his mustache.

"Why did you dance to that song?" he demanded gently.

You pressed another kiss to his mouth before you said, "It made it less scary to get up on the bar when I was listening to a song that reminds me of you."

"Why?" he demanded again.

Then you very easily and simply said, "Because I'm in love with you, too."

"Honey," he sighed against your lips, smiling this time as you slowly unwrapped your legs and slid down the front of his body. Once you were standing on your own, Bradley let his hands fall to your hips, and you wiggled yourself snug against his body.

You felt just like his shower fantasies and all of his other fantasies, if he was being honest with himself. He thought about you all the time. You nibbled on his lips and dragged your fingers through his hair until he was frankly afraid he was going to get hard in his jeans right here on the sidewalk. He pried his lips from yours, making you pout, and he chuckled as he said, "Sparrow, you're killing me."

Your pout grew more pronounced as you said, "I want you to call me Honey again."

His smile must look ridiculous now as he said, "Honey."

"That's better," you said as your lips curled into a grin. "Let's get out of here."

"Do you think you should go back inside first?" he asked, hoping you'd just ditch the whole thing with him, but you nodded in response.

"Yeah, good idea. I'll go quit in person," you said, taking his hand in yours.

He stood his ground in response, and you weren't able to move him, but one tug on your hand and you were headed right back to his arms. "Excellent. As soon as you do that, we can talk about how we aren't friends anymore."

"We're not?" you asked, and as soon as that pout started returning, Bradley leaned down and kissed you.

"Hell no," he whispered against your lips. "You're gonna be my girlfriend. And I'll be your boyfriend. And I'm going to take you back to my house. And this time when I carry you to bed, I'm going to stay there with you all night. If that's cool."

"It's so cool," you promised him, and this time when you tugged on his hand, he followed you back up the sidewalk. "It's almost as cool as a man in his thirties who has a keyboard."

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You were honestly impressed by the way the other guys weren't phased at all. Maybe it was obvious that you and Bradley belonged together, but none of them found it surprising that you were suddenly a couple. It really wasn't sudden at all in your mind though. There was a slow build of trust and appreciation over time that turned physical as soon as Bradley admitted he was in love with you. And four months later, none of it had let up. In fact, you couldn't get enough, and neither could he.

"That's it?" he asked, pointing to the single box left in your trunk.

"That's it," you told him as you picked it up. And then he picked you up and carried you toward his house while you laughed. You passed the planter boxes full of flowers and went through the pink door.

"Then it's official. You live here now. Welcome home, Honey."

"Oh please," you replied as he set you down. "I've been unofficially living here for months."

"All thanks to DJ Insomnia," he whispered, leaning down and placing an absolutely filthy kiss on your lips.

You moaned. "I owe him so much."

Bradley shrugged and said, "I think we would have eventually arrived at the same conclusion regardless."

"What conclusion would that be?"

"That you're in love with me."

You wanted to deny it, but you couldn't. "Help me unpack the rest of my clothes and shoes so we can explore another one of your shower fantasies."

Bradley moaned and said, "Absolutely. I'll meet you in the bedroom. I just need to get something first."

That's how you ended up putting your clothes on hangers while Bradley resurfaced a few minutes later with his keyboard. Instead of helping you in any way, he sat on the bed and started playing Whole Lotta Love.

"I asked you to help me," you told him with a laugh as you tossed a pair of your shorts at him while he played. "You're worse than DJ Insomnia."

"Just for that, you get a remix too."

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Unearthed | Regulus Black

Synopsis: You felt your world turn upside down at the revelation that your husband was a wizard, and you get a sense of deja vu when three teenagers appear on your doorstep seeking him out about a locket.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Muggle!Reader

Notes: Not canon-compliant! Word Count: 3.3k

The warbling of sparrows stir from the swaying trees and into your open window, bristles of morning wind brushing against your night clothes. You stare intently at the stove to your side, back pressed against your kitchen island as you mentally count. The glistening finish of your sage-colored tea kettle shone at you as you pace forward to remove the instrument off the flame.

Regulus was still asleep and the last thing you needed was to interrupt his rest because you wanted a cup of tea. As you steadily pour the water into your mug, your mind spirals into a wave of nostalgia.

It had been nearly two decades now since the man stumbled into your life with proper-fitted clothes and a closet of skeletons. You hadn’t met Regulus by any conventional means, having found him stumbling around blindly in front of your house, clutching at his head. You remember that it took a few days for the boy to wake after that night, his lithe figure draped across your couch as the sun rose and set. Those days of waiting felt like centuries now that you thought about it. You had been springing back and forth, debating on running over to the closest town for a doctor, but luckily, the boy woke just as your resolve hardened.

The first thing you had done when Regulus managed to sit up in your living space was offer him a cup of tea, trying to give yourself time to formulate questions as he steadied himself with reality again. He had informed you that night that he had been mugged, and had escaped into the fields within an inch of his consciousness. You had known that he was lying, recognizing that no one was even within a mile radius to do such a thing to him, but you somehow grew to care for him despite your suspicions. After many months of coexisting in your home, with Regulus taking on a good heft of the house chores, he had opened up to you about his family and home life.

You both sat staring into the streaks of flames stirring in your fireplace, the room gradually becoming enveloped in a blanket of grey as the sun sank further along the horizon.

“My parents were not good people.” Regulus murmured into the darkness, eyes trained on the pillars of heaty orange lapping at the blocks of wood and bark.

You gulp and nod along, “Dead like mine, too?”

“Dead to me,” Regulus supplied, hand reaching up to push his curls back as he continued, “I was not pulling your leg when I told you I had been mugged that night. My parents… they stripped me of my freedom and choices. There wasn’t a day that passed by where I could pinpoint my true aspirations or future. Not a day where I could lift the veil that disillusioned me since birth.”

Your lips slant down at the abrupt confession, and you could feel your fingers itching to rest on his hand for comfort. Heaving in a tense breath, you bite the inside of your cheek as you let your curiosity bleed through, “And the rest of your family?”

“The same, but my Uncle Alphie, he was different,” Regulus hesitates for a few moments, and you see his face darken, “so was my older brother.”

Another year after that, he finally cleared up a majority of your suspicions by demonstrating his magic. You went to bed in denial for a week, unable to maintain eye contact with him the whole while as you felt your world flip inside out. Once the reality sank in, you had demanded answers about the secret society that he fled from, trying to wrap your head around the influx of information.

“So… magic.” You breathe out, eyes flying around the perimeter of your kitchen as you lean back against the faded wooden counter.

Regulus allows himself a small small before he drops his gaze down towards his dinner plate, “Yes, magic.”

“Tell me more.” Your tone splintered into brusqueness, leaving no room for Regulus to dodge away.

Regulus, to his credit, seems hardly perturbed by your request. Nodding jerkily, he takes a sip of water before motioning for you to sit across from him, “What would you like to know?”

“Everything. Start from the beginning.” Your words are coated in anticipation, eyes glittering brightly as your mouth sets into a firm line.

Laughter bubbles in Regulus’ throat and he shoots you an indecipherable grin, “As you wish.”

It was a slow process of acceptance, one convoluted with your developing feelings for the boy, eyes no longer seeing a stumbling, comatose boy, but a dependable and bright partner—a life partner.

You both stewed in silent pining and agony for a few more months before the tension boiled and tipped over the precipice one night with a silent kiss by the fireside. As your relationship continued to bloom, you both decided to move toward the city with the last of your savings.

“Are you certain?” Regulus whispers against your lips, eyes trailing across the plane of your face.

You nod and bring a hand to thread through his hair, “I have the money. Besides, a change of scenery would be nice.”

Regulus hums and catches your lips in a swift kiss, bringing his arms to wrap around your figure.

Once you both edge back to breath, he gives you a boyish grin before musing, “Thank you.”

“Good morning, love.” A groggy voice cuts through the air as you squeeze your tea bag against the side of your cup with a spoon.

Swiveling your head over your shoulder, your mouth tugs upwards as you take in Regulus’ disheveled appearance, “Hello, dear. You’re up early today.”

Regulus draws his arms around your waist before kissing your temple as he hums, “Couldn’t sleep without you.”

You huff out a laugh before dropping a hand down to pat his arm, “You don’t have work today, right?” Your eyes drop down to your mug as your head flits through several thoughts about Regulus’ work duties, pleased that the company was flexible, yet you still vied for more.

“Yeah, got the day off,” he murmurs, burying his face into your shoulder, “how should we spend it?”

“The new bookstore around the corner?” You hum as you sip on your tea, noting that the brew of jasmine was much more potent than usual.

Regulus shifts from behind you and maneuvers his chin over your shoulder, “Sounds like a plan. Which reminds me, I should get our bookcase built today, too.”

“Lots to do.” You murmur absentmindedly, not bothered by the fact that Regulus was now inching to take a sip of your tea.

He takes a small mouthful of the cooling beverage before brushing his lips against your cheek, “We have all the time in the world, love.”

“That we do.”

The day seems to speed by in a blur, shrouded with an atmosphere of serenity and bright clouds. Your walk with Regulus through the idyllic streets is bundled with small lingering touches and peaceful silence. As you drift through the bookstore with your husband, you find yourself suppressing a smile as Regulus opts to carry the growing collection between you both, not a peep of complaint slipping past his lips as the sea of pages lengthen in height.

He had always been good to you in that way, and at first you had chalked it up to him repaying you for providing sanctuary, but you soon learned that such manners were practically instilled in his bones.

As you both trail towards the check-out line, an idea strikes you and causes you to hum audibly. Regulus peers over at you with an inquisitive gaze, curiosity barred by the need to shuffle forward in line.

“Dear, we should invite Severus over for dinner.” You mutter in hopefulness, feeling a familiar mawkish pang bud in your chest. Regulus maintained few ties to his life before you, but Severus had been a near constant presence in your life ever since you encouraged him to invite someone to your wedding. You had initially been nonplussed by the doleful man, aware of the turmoil and despair that practically radiated off of him, but you grew to care for him nonetheless.

“We have to build our bookshelf, no?” Regulus hums with consideration, eyes steeling as he notices a fussing customer holding up the line.

You wave him off and lift a finger to run along the spines of books in his arms, “Severus can help us if anything. It’s good to get things done without certain abilities every once in a while.”

Regulus’ lips flicker into a minute grin as he nods, “I’ll send for him when we return home, but he did say he would be rather occupied for a while last time we corresponded.”

You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought, a tidal wave of unease washing over you, “I hope everything is alright.”

“Severus is quite capable, he’ll be okay.”

The lingering traces of worry that pervade your mind fail to dissipate as you walk hand-in-hand with Regulus, the both of you intent on heading home as quickly as possible as streaks of grey clouds roll across the sky.

A sense of foreboding coils around your nerves as you tread closer towards your destination, head thrumming as the sound of your shoes clicking against the concrete permeate into the air. Regulus seems to share your feelings of inexplicable unease as you feel his grip tighten on your hand.

As you both round the corner of the street and near your front door, you feel yourself stop in your tracks as three figures come into view.

“Reg?” Your words are barely above a whisper as confusion ousts your previous apprehension.

Regulus mirrors your feelings, and his perplexity is palpable as he slowly inches forward, “Just some kids, I think.”

You both mutely compose yourselves as your pacing resumes. As your footsteps echo into earshot for the trio, they all spin around with wide eyes. Your eyes drop down towards the redheaded boy’s hand, gaze narrowing as you discern the outlines of a wand.

Regulus seems to draw the same conclusions and he steps in front of you as his eyebrows furrowed together, “Hello, can we help you?”

The three kids, probably no older than 18, share silent looks before the curly-haired girl steps forwards and nods, “Yes, hello. We’re looking for Regulus Black, do you happen to know where we can find him?”

Your thoughts sputter and whirl as your gaze burns into Regulus’ head, trying to correctly assess the situation at hand. It was entirely possible that these newcomers were enemies seeking to drain Regulus of his life, but it was also plausible that they were completely harmless and you were overestimating the danger and animosity of wizards in general.

Regulus seems to stew over the same dilemma, and you catch the calculative look that flashes across the girl’s face as she considers your husband’s hesitance. You decide to interject into the tense silence, not wanting to see the situation escalate, “Hello, I’m Y/N. Sorry, we don’t get many visitors in the neighborhood. Are you all a part of a youth group? A church? Unfortunately, if this has to do with fundraising, I don’t think the Black’s are interested, neither will most residents on this street. Perhaps, you can try with the Miller’s down over at that blue house.”

You plaster on an assuring smile as you point over to yonder, feeling Regulus inch towards you until he was practically pressed against your back. The girl hesitates and looks over her shoulder at her companions as they silently begin to communicate again with wide eyes and emphatic eyebrow raises.

Finally, one of the boys steps out and into direct view. Your eyes run across his face, catching against his round glasses and black fringe. Regulus tenses against you as the boy peers towards him with striking green eyes, and you’re almost too entranced by their vividness to stay on guard.

“My name is Harry Potter.”

The announcement does absolutely nothing for you, but you feel Regulus’ breathing hitch before he relaxes. Your husband brings his hand to rest atop your shoulder as he adjusts the paper bag in his grip, “I see the resemblance now, Harry Potter. Why don’t we all head inside?”

You mask your bewilderment at the invitation, turning to send a questioning glance at Regulus. The man merely shoots you a look of conflict before he guides you towards the front door.

As the trio awkwardly shuffle into your house, lingering in your entryway, you shoot them a small smile before beckoning them inside. You still had your reservations, but it seemed that Regulus recognized them — or Harry, to some extent.

The girl slowly walks further into your home, stopping in front of your living room as she glances at the large box propped up against the wall.

“Ah, we were planning on building a bookshelf.” You supply, bringing a hand to run across the nape of your neck.

The girl nods and sends you a shy smile, “I’m Hermione Granger.”

“Y/N Black.”

Your name seems to drop some intangible bombshell on the three young wizards as they all peer at you with wide eyes. Clearing your throat you turn towards the ginger as you gesture towards the couch, “You can all sit. And I don’t believe I got your name earlier.”

They all trudge towards your couch and the boy nods towards you, disbelief still painting his face, “Ron Weasley.”

“A Weasley and a Potter. Interesting.” Regulus’ voice emits from behind you, evidently finished with putting your newly purchased books away. He approaches the living room and stops to stand beside you, eyes assessing the three as they shuffle uncomfortably under your husband’s scrutinizing gaze.

You turn to look at him, nudging your hip against his, “Care to explain?”

“After we get answers,” Regulus murmurs, eyes trailing towards the loveseat, “Come, love.”

As you both settle on the cushions, Regulus immediately bypasses formalities, still uncertain about your guests’ presence, “So, there must be a reason that we’re meeting this way, Mr.Potter.”

Harry visibly gulps at the intense look in Regulus’ eyes, clearing his throat as he leans forward, “Yes, we’ve come because of this,” you tilt your head to the side as the boy fishes out a pendant from his pocket before he holds it up to you both.

Regulus’ hand drops to your thigh as he hums, “I see.” His tone indicated a lack of surprise, yet an unwillingness to indulge. You knew Regulus’ ways of dancing around conversations well.

“You have the real one.” Harry’s words are firm, eyes stormy as he seems to drift into thought.

“So you have come to find me, and pray tell, how did you find me?” Regulus’ flinty words have Harry retreating back imperceptibly, eyes flickering away to consider his answer.

“Well, you used quite a bit of magic to make this.” Harry clears his throat, slowly retracting the dangling locket from the air.

Regulus quietly huffs through his nose, leaning back as he hums, “Tracking spells. Of course. I assume you’re here for the real deal then?”

Your mind was spinning in circles as you tried to keep up with the conversation, having half the mind to be disconcerted by how you both were effectively tracked down by three kids. Hermione licks her lips before leaning forward to address Regulus, eyes scanning him with confusion, “How did you survive that night, sir? If what Harry told us was true, that cave…”

“You lot aren’t the sort to dawdle, are you?” Regulus muses, fingers brushing down to your knee, “To answer your question, Ms.Granger, I received some help that night.”

“Help?” Ron interjected, eyebrows raised in perplexion as he glanced at Harry for an answer.

At Regulus’ admission, you redirect your attention to him, lips furling into a faint frown as you question all the hidden facets of his life. Of course, you knew the foundational details about the magical world, and perhaps tidbits of his past, but the avenue of conversation unfolding before you was completely foreign.

Regulus peers at you for a brief moment before he nods, “Yes. Severus helped me. He gave me the antidote for the potion inside of the basin.”

Ron sputters at this. “Severus? As in Snape?” He spins to look at Hermione who looks equally dumbstruck, yet she steadily caps away her shock with a hum of acknowledgment.

Harry nods slowly as he runs his thumb over the pendant in his palm, “He’s a traitor.”

You gape at the uninhibited jab, wanting to insert yourself into the exchange to defend your friend. Regulus pats your knee before steadily riposting, “Self-servitude finds companionship in loneliness.”

“Is that the life motto for all you snakes?” Ron mutters, hands clasped together as he leans his elbows on his knees.

Regulus seems hardly fazed by the boy’s acrid tone, eyes slowly rising to gaze away, “You know us Slytherins. Self-preservation and then some.”

“To see the right and not to do it is cowardice.” Hermione blanches, mouth set into a thin line as she examines the wall opposite of her.

“Confucius.” You muse, hand trailing down to cover Regulus’.

Regulus nods and gives Hermione a look of consideration, “Gryffindor, then.” The girl nods in confirmation before tilting her head, causing Regulus to continue his train of thought, “I was a bit partial to betting on Ravenclaw. I suppose you hear that often. That being said, I implore you to examine the nuances to Severus’ situation. I can assure you, he is not your enemy.”

The three teenagers seem to sink into their thoughts and Regulus takes this as his cue to slowly push himself up, giving your knee a parting squeeze as he huffs, “I do hope you all know how to destroy it, and I hope you’re able to accomplish your endeavors, Harry Potter.”

Without waiting for a response, Regulus cascades out of the room and up the stairs, only the sound of his muffled footsteps occupying the hushed atmosphere. You slap your palms against your knees as you begin to get up too, mouth slanting into a small smile, “Would any of you like some tea?”

The shock from the impromptu visit from the three teens stew in the air long after they departed from your home, eyes glistening with determination as Regulus relinquished the mysterious locket to them. A lingering itch of curiosity occasionally swept through your head, but you figured that there would come a time when answers would be granted to you.

You just hadn’t figured such a time would arise so soon after. Not even a week after meeting Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley, another novel face was taking residence by your front door.

“Hello, may I help you?” You asked pleasantly, propping your hip against your door frame as you balanced a stack of towels by your side.

The man surveys you with poorly concealed anxiety before he clears his throat and nods, “Hi, I’m looking for a Regulus Black. I was told he lives here.”

You tilt your head and look over your shoulder at the clock, “Yes. He won’t be home for another hour or two. May I ask how you know him?”

“My name is Sirius. Sirius Black. I’m, uh, his older brother.”

Shock flashes across the forefront of your mind at the man’s words, and you barely thread together any semblance of composure as you nod, “Please come in, I think a much needed chat is in order.”

“Thank you.” He breathes out, straightening his coat with a gulp.

“My pleasure, Sirius. I’m Y/N Black, by the way. Which, I suppose, makes you my brother-in-law.”

“Wait—I'm sorry, what?”

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#regulus black #regulus black imagine #regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black angst #regulus black scenario #the noble house of black #harry potter imagine #harry potter series #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #regulus black fluff #regulus black x you

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libraford · 11 months

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Okay so here's what's going on with the bird crimes.

On thursday I was going to Powers Park when I saw what I thought were 2 chickens hanging out in the parking lot, and a lady watching them from the fence. I thought... they could belong to the lady, but chickens aren't the kind of pet that you just let hang out loose.

I approach.

Lady: "These aren't mine."

I look closer. Its actually 2 roosters, one of which is a very small breed and is missing his tail feathers. Both of them have an injury to their backside- like its been plucked.

So we talk about what to do, I end up calling Animal Control. The actual Animal Control officer doesn't get there until noon, I get a police dispatcher. She says she can send one of the cops to grab them until the actual professional gets there.

I tell her that the roosters are being kept by the woman I met, she's coaxing them into her house.

I post about it on the facebook group in case someone knows who they belong to. The comments are full of jokes, obviously. But no leads. Eventually the big rooster gets caught by someone running a sanctuary for abandoned and abused livestock, but they're still looking for the little black one. Evidently they got out of the lady's backyard and were loose again.

I figure he's going to be a coyote snack and don't think about it for the rest of the week.

So now it is Sunday and I'm opening up the bathrooms. I'm at Summit Grove park and as I'm about to reserve the shelter for a birthday party I see...

A black pigeon.

Pigeons are not a common animal in this area- you're more likely to see house sparrows, crows, and mourning doves. So that's odd. What's more, she doesn't seem to be skittish and is definitely accustomed to humans. And she keeps trying to bite my fingers, so she associates hands with food and she's skinny as a rail so she's been abandoned for a minute.

Why does this keep happening to me? Is this the Morrigan come to teach me a lesson in pigeon form?

So I remember the number of the woman running the sanctuary and I give her a call. I tell her I've got a pigeon here that can't fly, is super hungry, and doesn't seem to have any issues biting fingers. She says she can't take her, but she can find a home for her because pigeons have specific needs. But she won't be able to get there until 12:30. We (my work partner and I) have to deal with the bird in the meantime.

We absolutely cannot take this bird with us on our route because we are in a tiny truck cab and don't have a cat carrier to put her in. So our solution is to lock her in the janitor's closet until the rep can get here.

Around 12:15, we head back to the shelter to make sure she's still there and hasn't been disturbed... and I realize that the reason I even saw her in the first place...

...was because there was supposed to be a birthday party at the shelter at noon.

The party is strongly underway and they have shoved a table against the door of the closet.

The sanctuary lady comes by and waves, we ask the party people politely to move the table slightly because we're trying to rehome a pigeon that's inside that closet.

They move the table, but not all guests see this interaction- because it looks like a bunch of maintenance people are just here to boss folks around during a little girl's birthday party and this draws a crowd.

The sanctuary rep arrives and we open the door just a little bit to let the bird out. She bobbles towards us, hoping for food, when one of the older ladies at the party exclaims:

"Does that ANIMAL just LIVE in there?!"

I mean... sure. For the past few hours, she did live in there.

"Do you have any IDEA how many DISEASES pigeons carry?"

The rep scoops the pigeon into her arms and takes her out of the shelter area to inspect her wings, feet, and back. She shows us her breastbone and explains that its been several days since the bird ate anything, which was why it was going for fingers.

Meanwhile, Aunt Ornithophobia over here: "I can't BELIEVE you would just TOUCH a BIRD like that in front of CHILDREN!"

We take the bird away to the van so the rep can thank us and explain what likely happened- which is that someone abandoned the bird when they couldn't take care of her anymore they just let her loose.

"I understand you got one of the roosters," I said.

"Yes, the big one. But the little bantam rooster is very fast- he darted into someone's backyard and I never found him again. If you see him, give me a call."

"I've been told that chickens are legal to own here, but roosters are not."

She gets an exasperated look on her face. "If you're going to allow backyard chickens, you're going to have to allow roosters. It's impossible to sex an avian chick and they don't get their dimorphic traits until they've reached the young adult stage and chick sellers don't care about whether they're a hen or a rooster. They care about the sale. We get roosters more often than egg-layers because someone sold them a male as a female and they don't want to pay the fine. I'd rather have the laws allow both, or neither. But disallowing roosters is patently stupid."

"Hm. Well. Note to self."

"Anyways, you're heroes to this little rock dove and I want you two to know that. She's going on a trip to a bird sanctuary in Toledo where she'll have lots and lots of snacks to eat that aren't fingers."

#parks and wrecks #life as a temporary twig pig

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gojoroui · 5 months

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PERFECT PAIR.ᐟ

cw: established relationship, jing yuan x gn! reader, fluffy fluff, mention of mimi, jing yuan’s sparrows

note: it’s kinda messy ngl (・`ω´・) btw, the calculations were from my battery percentage / jing yuans hair is so fluffy :(

“jing yuan, how many of these … sparrows do you even have?”

you huffed as you tried to comb through your lover’s luscious hair — but unfortunately, the birds that have been ‘living’ in his hair don’t seem to be happy about the idea of ‘ruining their home’.

“just a few, love.” he responded, resting his head on your chest — making some sparrows fly out in the process.

when jing yuan said ‘just a few’, you knew he meant something like ‘a large bundle’. every time you brushed downwards on his white locks, at least two or more sparrows flew out.

so from your calculations, you estimated that 172 million or more birds were interrupted from their naps by your combing.

“you sure there’s only a few, dear?” you continue to brush his bangs, which thankfully didn’t have any sparrows. “cause our room is nearly half full with the sparrows from your hair.”

and that wasn’t a joke, it was literally half full with his sparrows.

he let out a hearted chuckle. “your so funny, my love. they just think my hair is a perfect home for them, are you against that?”

you merely rolled your eyes, “of course not, but are you against me? siding the birds instead of me? hmph! guess i won’t be combing your hair anymore to protect those friends of your’s!” you interjected.

swiftly placing the brush down, you got up and headed for the door. but you were stopped by strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“c’mon dear, you know id always choose you over everyone, right?” he nuzzled near the crook of your neck; reminding you of mimi.

you had always melted to jing yuan’s gestures, so that’s what happened. “fine.” you mumbled, hiding the blush that creeped up your cheeks.

he again chuckled and lifted you up to lay down on your shared bed.

“let’s take a nap to get rid of your jealousy, hm? im all yours.”

“im not jealous!”

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danihow · 5 months

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Stare

Jack Sparrow x Fem!Reader C. Is it so hard for you to believe I love you? 7. You are so so pretty I can’t help but stare and you caught me. Requested by anonnie.

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: In which the reader realizes she cares for captain Jack Sparrow (idk).

Warning: Angst, crack, fluff, rum, drinking, (?).

A/N: I didn't realize i was writing in fem reader until i revised it, and also, i loved the tropes but it got lost by the end, i'm so sorry i butchered it. LIKE IT DOESN'T EVEN HAS A SUMMARY OMG.+ I HATE ITTT.

Sailing on board of the Black Pearl was rather... peculiar, if you were to put it in words.

One of the sea's most infamous ships in the seas, captained by one of the most known pirates of the Caribbean; a captain that according to tales was either a hero or the devil himself but to you was just a man with a severe craving for rum and an insane amount of luck by his side.

Still, you would never trade your place in the Pearl's crew by anything else in the world, it was your safe place, your home. From the creaky black floors and the moldy walls to the welcoming crew and the surprisingly insanely smart captain who cared for his crew even if his mouth never expressed it.

"Jack, have you seen Marty?" You ask while you walk past him, the Pearl was anchored in Tortuga while replenishing of provisions and the guys of the crew relaxed for a while; it was less to say to say you were a bit surprised to see Jack on board and not in a bar. "Wait why are you still on deck?"

"To answer your multiple and incessantly questions, love, one, I haven't seen Marty, two, I... I just didn't feel like it." He said, the first answer you knew was sincere but the second one was not all that honest by the way his gaze diverted further to the floor and his hands made that little gesture he does when unsure.

"You know you don't have to lie to me, Jack." You say, a raised brow inquiring for a deeper answer while Jack walked away from you. "Actually, you've been acting quite strange these past days."

"Strange?" He reiterates, brows furrowing and lips pouting right before his hands flew around him discarding your words. "You are one to tell that lass." He says, walking around you going to the hold for some of the new rum bottles. "If anything-" He starts again, some rummaging interrupting him before a satisfied hum sounds again. "You be far more strange...er."

While walking back on deck he walks again past you to his cabin, stopping at the door. "Ye should go and have some fun love, you look rather distressed." He says before closing the door behind him, leaving you rather confused in your place.

Out of all the words you just said to the captain it appeared he understood none and replied with less. To anyone else it would appear normal from Sparrow but something in your gut said it just wasn't as right as it seemed.

With a huff you turn on your heels ready to walk off the Pearl, feeling sick due to the annoyingly fleeting butterflies that seemed to rise in your belly every time he called you love even though he called every woman he met that way.

"He's so stupid." You mutter, chugging down some rum mixed with some fruity juice Gibbs handed to you once you sat down beside him at the bar, bottles flying above your head and yelling perforing your eardrums.

"Who? Jack?" He says absentmindedly while eyeing who to take another rum bottle from, hand flying to grab a drunk man's one and exchanging for is water full one. Satisfied grin on his face.

"Why is he so... confusing?" You ask again, another gulp from the bottle before giving it back to Gibbs. "Like, what is the point of answering something you never inquired about?"

"Jack be kind of... a surprise box." He says, alternating from which bottle he drinks from. "He may not say what you want to hear but more of what you need to hear."

"Well, in that case there's nothing usable in his words." You huff, Gibbs shrugging your making you groan.

"Why do you care so much either way? Ye can just let'm be lass." He opines, face scrunching at the sight of someone falling down the second floor.

"I don't care!" You exclaim, slamming your hand down the table as you turn to him.

"Whatever let you sleep at night." He mutters, patting your back before standing up, leaving you a bottle of rum and your thoughts.

Some weeks after departing from Tortuga you came to the realization that, unfortunately, you do care.

And is driving you insane.

"Let's head north, Master Gibbs!" Jack exclaimed as hi pocketed his compass, however he seemed not too sure of the directions of course that had to be taken.

"Ye heard the captain!" Gibbs recalled loudly, everyone moving to occupy themselves as loud chattering filled the deck.

Jack, however, stood in place on deck by the helm, guiding the Pearl as he seemed to be deep in his mind and a few feet away from him, hands in her pockets, stood the only other women on board ever since Anamaria left the crew, you.

Ever since talking to Gibbs in Tortuga your mind has all but stopped thinking about the man that now stood in front of you; some time ago you could’ve sworn you had good taste in men but now, you weren't so sure as you could look at him per various minutes without growing bored of the way his eyes scanned everything around him and how he never failed to do smart remarks in the most serious moments.

You weren't sure at all but what you do know is there is something scarily charming about Jack Sparrow and you can't help but feel uneasy about it.

"Love, even though I may have to accord with you as in I be madly attractive to women, you do need to go and do... whatever it is that you do." Jack stated, turning to look at you with a small lopsided smirk, eyeing your face as it turned as red as a tomato, Jack himself thinking of it as it’s kind of cute, even if he despises tomatoes.

"Right." You nodded, diverting your eyes to wherever else and stepping down to the front deck, away from Jack whose gaze followed you, a sigh leaving him.

"Ye should act on it, Jack." Gibbs dares to say as he steps back on helm.

"Act on what Master Gibbs?" He asks back, Joshamee not letting slide the knowing tone Jack's voice held upon his clueless acting.

"If I know one thing about women it is that they change their mind over a man rather quickly if he doesn’t act on it." He mutters, receiving a hum and a nod from Jack.

However, that small chat from the morning prior left a bitter aftertaste in Jack's heart, something he hadn't felt in a long, long time. It scared him.

They change their mind rather quickly. A voice in Jack's head spoke again, making him shake his head and step out of his cabin into the darkness of the Pearls at night, all of the crew sleeping, and the air silent enough Jack could hear his own breaths.

Squinting his eyes he spots a figure laying against the front deck's rail, eyes staring at the water that expanded endlessly around them. Slowly, he walked closer, his boots making a small creaky noise as he walked up the stairs.

"What are you doing awake Jack?" Your voice whispered to the air, making the captain stop in his tracks while staring at your figure in the night.

"Could ask you the same thing, love." Finally, after some seconds he walked to your side, standing firm with his back against the railing, opposing your posture.

"The sea at night is always beautiful and calming." You mutter, taking in the way the full moon reflected on the calm tides.

"Can't argue with you on that." He smirked, looking down to his compass, the little red arrow spinning for a while before staying still, pointing to his right.

"Now, why is the captain awake?" Your tone held up some diversion, Jack could hear the smile on your face and feel your eyes boring into the right side of his face.

"Couldn't sleep." He simply states. Compass away in his pocket and back drifting away from the railing, ready to walk back.

"You can stay for a while either way, I can leave if you don't want me near." You mutter, backing up to look at him, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in a few days of slipping away from you between tasks and calls.

"Now why wouldn't I want you near me, love?" He asks, sincerely confused as his eyes registered sadness and sorrow in your sweet gaze.

"I don't know, you seem to have been avoiding me these past weeks." you keep on talking as his eyes never falter upon yours. "At first I thought it was just you being weird but now I realized it's only when I’m around." You shrug your shoulders, trying to let it slip of you, but your Captain knew you even if he wanted not to, it was hard for him not to get keen on you.

"There's no need to lie about your feeling lass." He states, feeling almost sad of seeing you shrug your emotions away. "And I have not been avoiding you at all."

"You have"

"Have not."

"You have"

"Have not!" He reiterates, relaxing upon your chuckle reaching his ears.

"You know Jack..." Your voice interrupts the comfortable silence that settled. "When I first got into piracy a few years ago I swore to never care about any mates I had, knowing far well about how dishonored people were becoming as summers passed." To say Jack was intrigued about where you were headed to would be an understatement.

"The thing is, and I don't know why, is has become really hard for me not care about this crew, about the Pearl, and about you." Chuckling, you gaze falls to your hands, head moving almost in a denying demeanor. "I really tried not to care for you, Jack."

"Love..."

"Even Gibbs has come around asking what's up with me, what is it that keeps me looking for you everywhere, it's almost dumb you know..."

"What's dumb?" He had to ask, handheld together tightly to the point his nails clawed his palms.

After a few beats of silence, you force yourself to word it out, the sky shifting as the sunrise came. "How much I ended up loving you."

Jack's face became a poem, an angsty poem as guilt, surprise, shame, sadness, and something else passed behind his features. "I... Really?"

"Just forget it." you quickly recover, straightening yourself and walking away, sensing the betrayal oncoming.

"Is it so hard for you to believe I love you?" You have to ask, turning around in your heels to meet his gaze again, face stern and almost guilty as he stares back at you.

"You wouldn't even bare to imagine how hard it is, Y/N." He says, walking over to you, talking your wrist gently before you walk away on him. "I, meself, can't even come around to put in words how insane you would be if you did love me, darling."

"Why?" Your voice become small, eyes looking up to his as his hand entangled itself in a strand of your hair.

"Because, on which mind it would be correct for a woman like you to fall for a pirate like me, darling." He states, hand falling to his side, ready to let you go,

"Am I not a pirate too, Jack?" You mutter, pinky finger searching for his and tangling them together.

"You could choose not to, you're free to leave this life." Seriously enough his voice responded your question, warmth spreading throughout your chest.

"I would've done that many years ago if I wished for it, wouldn't I?"

"You won't change your mind after, right?" He asks, nose now brushing against yours, eyes searching for anything that tells him to walk away before he isn't able to.

"I will take no offense upon your words, Jack." Your smiling lips brushing against his was enough for him to shorten the distance between you two, the bittersweet taste of rum and herbs that came off Jack was making your knees weaken, hands snaking around your waist to pull you even closer if possible.

"So... this is why you stare so much?" Jack's voice is teasing, a playful smack landing in his chest as you chuckle, walking away from his embrace to wake up the crew as the sun has not risen enough.

#this is so bad #omg #jack sparrow #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow fanfic #jack sparrow fic #jack sparrow fluff #jack sparrow angst #potc fluff #potc crack #potc fic #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #maybe i should rewrite this

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blues824 · 1 year

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Hello again! I don’t know if you remember me but I requested the Black Butler characters x Shinobu! Reader and came back to request another. If isn’t too much may I ask for a Morticia Addams! Reader for Malleus, Lilia, Azul, and the Tweels just imagine them with a Morticia! Reader with them being seductive, elegant, and very motherly. They take care of their carnivorous plants and can see the beauty behind everything.

Hello, again! Did you like the new Wednesday show? Because I loved it so much. Truly a work of art.

Azul Ashengrotto

Somebody’s blushing~ Nah but for real, the first time he saw you he fell hard and fast for you. You were just so elegant and kind, and so unusual compared to the other humans around NRC. You were able to see right through him and help him through his insecurities.

He finds it comforting for you to be there waiting for him after a long day of school and running the Mostro Lounge. You would walk with your arm in his as you looked like you were glowing in the moonlight.

The first time you brought your seductive side out to play, he was super flustered. He’s having trouble breathing, he feels very warm, the tweels are teasing the living heck out of him. He’s very overwhelmed. However, he can’t say that he dislikes it.

Once, when he went to visit you in Ramshackle (which you obviously feel right at home in) he saw you taking care of a few Venus Flytraps. It wasn’t unusual to see someone taking care of plants here, but to see you snatching a fly out of thin air and feeding it to the plant was definitely out of the ordinary.

It’s refreshing to see someone with such a positive outlook on everything. He tends to see things in a more negative light, so you brought a new perspective into his life. He returns the favor by getting you many gifts that remind him of you.

Jade Leech

The Gomez in this situation. When he looks into your eyes, all you can see is pure love and adoration. You both dance the nights away as you enjoy being close with each other. He thinks you’re absolutely beautiful as you both sway together.

It leaves a warm feeling in his heart when he sees you enter the Mostro Lounge and request to be seated in his section. Once you got your food (which he paid for), he would take his 15 minute break to spend time with you.

The first time you brought out your more seductive nature, he reciprocated it immediately. He would do the thing where he starts kissing your hand and slowly moves up. It makes others so envious because they wish they had a relationship (with you) like that.

You both have a green thumb and offer each other tips on how to allow your plants to flourish and thrive. You’ve gifted him a few Satan’s Bolete mushrooms and he’s given you Nightshade seeds. It gives you both a reason to visit each other often.

I would say he’s fairly positive. More so than his twin, at least. Of course, your positive view is more macabre than normal. Once, while you were dancing, a sparrow landed on a nearby branch and you whispered that it would make for a good trinket. He smiled, glad to finally find someone like him.

Floyd Leech

He would most likely call you ‘Dolphin’ because you’re graceful, intelligent, friendly, and most importantly… you have a darker side to you. Another thing he has noticed is that you're loyal to those you love.

Whenever he has to work a late shift at the Lounge, his bad mood is almost immediately lifted when you walk in the door. He will run over and give you a big squeeze, telling you about how much he missed you. You have a very strong pain tolerance, so only you can handle his hugs.

When you first start acting like your seductive self, he is both flustered and entertained. If he sees you being particularly affectionate, he will pull you into his lap where you both will act all lovey-dovey with each other.

As silly as it is, he gets jealous about how much attention you give your beloved plants. He will sit and pout as you whisper positive affirmations towards the Flytraps you love. Of course, once you finish, you turn around and start cooing at him lovingly and he just melts.

We all know that he has intense mood swings. However, whenever he’s with you and you’re giving him attention he remains happy and content. You’re the one he goes to whenever something upsets him, and sometimes you even come to him because you both have an emotional connection with each other.

Lilia Vanrouge

You both make a very playful couple. He immediately warms up to you as you do to him. You remind him of royalty: elegant and graceful, friendly and charming. Even Sebek is happy that the two of you found each other.

He loves trying to scare you because it never works. Instead, you put your hands on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss. Since you do this every time, he makes it a point to try and ‘scare’ you at least twice a day.

He is mostly amused when you bring out your more seductive side. He smiles as you sit yourself on the arm of his chair and run your finger up his neck and move your face closer to his while whispering how much you absolutely love him. He leans even closer, whispering back. Your lips never meet, but it’s enough to make everyone else jealous.

He loves the concept of being a ‘plant parent’, so he will co-parent with you. You have a lovely bed of Nightshade, some Venus Flytraps, Hemlock, and a couple of Ghost Orchids. The orchids are especially valued as they are as odd as the both of you.

You both tend to be very positive. You even have the same macabre interests that you bring up. A lot of the others see you dancing together out of nowhere. No music, just enjoying the time spent in each other’s arms.

Malleus Draconia

The fact that you 1) aren’t scared of him and 2) are actually quite like him makes him fall so freaking hard for you. The chemistry between the two of you is unfathomable. You can just look into his eyes and he’d look back just lovestruck.

He loves to see you waiting for him to get Ramshackle for your nightly walks. He thinks you look absolutely divine underneath the moon’s pale glow. The things you say are very interesting as well. You have plenty of stories to share about your time with your family, and he has all the time in the world to listen.

Bringing out your seductive side can do one of three things: confuse him, amuse him, or make him flustered, sometimes all 3. If you use human ways of seduction, he will be confused. Thankfully, you had read up on dragon courting rituals. You would wear the emerald that is the heart of his horde as a necklace and would remain close to him at all times. Others would often see you with your arm in his.

He’s glad that you were able to find a hobby that wasn’t destructive. He’s surprised to see that Ramshackle was turned into a sort of greenhouse in itself. He’s also noticed that the plants at the normal greenhouse were thriving more than ever.

His view on the half-empty-half-full cup changes depending on what happens that day. However, when he’s with you, he can only see the half-full cup. You turn him into a puppy and he longs for you whenever you have to be away. The absolute look of adoration in your eyes puts anything to shame. The way you hold his face in your hands and he holds your waist as you both go in for a soft kiss brings a warm feeling to both of your cold hearts.

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ivys-garden · 6 months

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My head cannon endings for all the Hilda cast post finale (Spoilers for season 3)

Astrid

She remains in her home, never moving away. However she makes sure to visit Hilda often, which has become easier now that she's learned to fly again. She also doesn't get to lonely as she invites the Pooka to like with her and helps him practice shape shifting. When she dies she is buried where the fairy mound once was to be closer to her family.

Raven

He travels the world but always returns to Trollburg, on cold winter nights he joins Hilda and her family for tea and games, maybe the yule lads join in too. On his travels he spreads the story on Hilda far and wide even long after she's gone.

Tryla & Baba

They remain at the mountain most days but do ecompany Hilda on adventures during her weekly visit. They still live there long after everyone else is gone, telling tales of Hilda to the next hundreds of generations of trolls.

Anders

He continues living in Trollburg, working on wall and city maintenance with the bellkeeper. He never gets back together with Johana but he does try and be a better dad to Hilda, including taking her on that camping trip.

Johana

Begins selling her paintings to people, she also starts painting things from her and Hilda's adventures, including the Fae Ilse, which she still thinks about often. When she dies Hilda burries her at the fairy mound with Auntie Astrid, but she keeps a lock of her hair in a locket. One day, in the far future when Hilda has finally moved on she hangs that locket at the remains of the cabin.

Tontu

Just keeps doing what he does mostly. Going on adventures with Hilda occasionally but mostly keeping to himself. He remains in the house for a long time, even after Hilda had died.

Alfur

Keeps writing reports for the northern counties but he also begins working with Gerda and the safety patrol, his days are busy but that's how he likes them. When he dies, if elfs even do, he would be given a funeral pyre by the lost clan and Hilda returns to the northern counties to scatter his ashes.

Louise

Would go on many more adventures with the trio and would start to develop a crush on David, one that David would reciprocate. She would eventually become a wildlife photographer.

David

Started researching entomology and now runs an insect focused wildlife centre near the sparrow scout building, enjoying a more peaceful and quiet life than most of his friends. He also assists the linworm in a construction of a new garden on sparrow scout property, sometimes the two of them and Louise have tea together. He was the first to die out of the four and was buried in Trollburgs graveyard, later Louise would be buried with him when she died.

Frida

Finished her training and became a fully fledged witch. She would take over running the Trollburg library from Kaisa after Kaisa was appointed to the witch council. When they were teenagers she and Hilda started dating but they never decided to get married.

Hilda

She still goes on adventures in her teenage years, it wouldn't be Hilda if she didn't. She and Johanna also practised flying with their fae magic. She always makes sure to keep in touch with Astrid and Victoria. She continues to paint and make music and becomes a freelance artist like her mum. Twig also grows big enough to ride when he gets older. She lived in her apartment in Trollburg until her death. She and Frida were buried together at the overgrown remains of the cabin

Woodman

He's still there, deep in the woods. even after everyone else has long since died, perhaps he tells the tales of a mysterious blue haired friend to spirits to the passersby.

Or perhaps he would tell you that if you walk deep enough into the woods, you could find an old forest glen where a cabin once was, and you can speak to her spirit yourself

#hilda the show #hilda the series #hilda netflix #hilda #hilda david #hilda frida #hilda johanna #hilda alfur #hilda twig #hilda tontu #hilda anders #hilda astrid #hilda louise #frilda #louivid

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venerablemonk27 · 1 year

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Now that spring is here, we're starting to see some changes in the local bird population. New faces are starting show up, and even the year-round species are out singing and generally being visible. There's territory to claim and potential mates to attract, after all. But while many species are just arriving or passing through, one that's dear to me is just about ready to depart.

[ID: A male Dark-eyed Junco stands in the newly-revealed grass and dead leaves. Juncos are small birds, about the size of a sparrow. This one is the slate-colored variety, with a dark grey head and upper body, contrasting with bright white underparts. He's facing the camera and looking slightly to the left. His eye is dark brown, nearly black, and his triangular bill is pale pink. End ID]

The Dark-eyed Juncos are strictly winter residents of southern Wisconsin, preferring to nest in Canada, the Northeast US, and parts of Appalachia. This past weekend, I could tell they had migration on their minds.

[ID: Another male Dark-eyed Junco, standing among dead twigs and sunflower seed shells. This one is darker grey in the head and breast, with lighter grey on the wings and a bit of rust color on the back. End ID]

For most of winter it's fairly common to see a solitary Junco or pairs or small groups picking through the snow under the birdfeeders in our backyard. But now they're forming a flock of at least 30 birds, foraging together and singing their loose trilling song. It's as if they know they have a long flight ahead, and every moment of daylight must be spent filling the tank and gathering their compatriots.

[ID: A male Dark-eyed Junco forages in the twigs and leaves for scattered birdseed. Juncos scrape at the ground with both feet simultaneously in a little hop, then inspect the freshly-exposed ground for tasty morsels. This one is mid-scrape, with debris flying around it. End ID]

So I decided to sit on the deck with my camera for a while to bid the Juncos farewell until next winter. I've been scattering seed back there every so often, and the other birds aren't exactly neat or careful when digging through the feeder above. As such, the Juncos have lots to choose from while poking around between the squirrels and the Mourning Doves. Once I sat down, they didn't seem to mind me at all.

[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco inspects the ground for bits of seed. The females are distinguished from the males by their paler grey upper parts, sometimes with more brown and tan shades mixed with the grey. End ID]

Though, the birds did seem to mind when my kid joined me on the deck, brandishing his bright green snow shovel. They scattered to the trees or the fence and stayed there until I convinced him to put the shovel away in favor of coating the deck boards in a thick layer of sidewalk chalk.

[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco sits on a wooden fence, waiting patiently for the danger posed by a nearby four-year-old to pass. The wind is catching the white feathers on her left hip and flipping them up like the flounce of a skirt. End ID]

As the sun sank lower in the sky, I figured I better get dinner started. I spent another minute or two listening to the evening birdsong before capping my lens and helping to knock the chalk dust off my kid's coat and pants. This sudden activity caused the Juncos to scatter once again. Have a safe trip little ones. I'll see you when the snow flies.

[ID: A female Dark-eyed Junco stands in the dirt, looking at the camera with head cocked to one side, as though she's wondering what this person finds so interesting about her. End ID]

#bird #birding #birds #photography #bird photography #close encounter #birdblr #birdlife #birdwatching #original photography #original photography on tumblr #dark eyed junco #migration #spring

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spidernerdsblog · 2 years

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morning after

A/N : It's me, hi! So I saw this scene from sex ed with otis and ruby and it made me think of peter and stark! reader. Feel free to imagine whichever peter you like. Let me know what you think. Also Happy Halloween guys!!! 🎃🕯️👻🕸️

Summary : last night after a drunk hookup you and peter aren't quite sure you used protection or not.

Pairing : Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Eager hands clawed at each other's clothes as your ragged breaths mingled into a searing kiss. Like every other year the annual halloween party at the avengers compound was a blast. Everyone showed up in the most peculiar costumes you will ever see except your dad who just wore his ironman suit. ‘Why dress up when you’ve got the best costume in the whole damn world?’ was his logic.

You and Peter went to the party dressed up as elizabeth swann and captain jack sparrow from the pirates of the caribbean so it has been quite a struggle to get out of the costumes as you fall back on your bed with Peter on top of you. His kohl smudged eyes peers down at you.

“God, your eyes look so sexy.” you giggle, not to mention you both were very drunk thanks to the open bar.

“Yeah?” Amusement in his voice as you nod. “You are sexier.” he rasps, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it playfully. His erection presses between your thighs, wanting some friction against your throbbing clit you grind your hips against him. Peter groans as he runs his tongue down the side of your throat to your breast. The tip of his tongue circles around a hard nipple before pulling it in his warm mouth. You moan loudly, back arching off the mattress as he lets go with a wet pop and sucks on the other one. The tip of his cock lined directly to your aching hole just a little thrust and he would fill you to the brim.

“Fuck me, Pete.” your hands reach down his ass, giving them a hearty squeeze as he jolts forward.

“Just a second baby,” he bends over to grab a condom from the night stand after a bit of fumbling in his drunken stupor he was on you again. Pinning your hands beside your head he slides inside you in one single thrust.

“Fuck!” he groans, pulling back his hips and thrusting back again. Once you had adjusted he increased his pace. Your hands fly to his back as he fucked you hard and fast.

“Right there Peter, don’t stop!” your screams of pleasure urged him on and with a few more deliberate pumps of his hips you both were cumming around each other.

****

Peter’s head was pounding but there was someone who was moving around the room. It’s literally a struggle as he peeks an eye open to find you in his shirt frantically searching for something in the room. He looks at the bedside clock and it reads 6:30 in the morning.

“Mmhmmph, Y/N come back to bed it’s so early.” he pats on the empty side of the bed.

“Shut up.” you chew on the nail of your thumb picking up the costumes you had discarded all around the room.

“What are you looking for?” he sits up rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms.

“The condom wrapper.” you reply before stopping your search and looking at Peter skeptically. “Did we use a condom last night?”

“Well yeah I guess… I mean I remember taking it out from the nightstand.” he says groggily.

“Peter Parker!” your loud incredulous voice makes Peter wince in his head splitting hangover.

“Ok! I’m sorry it’s a bit hazy for me too.” he says rubbing his temples.

“I can’t find it in the room or in the trash bin.” you slump on the bed with a worried expression.

“It isn’t that big a deal Y/N, we’ve gone bare back before a few times and we’re both clean.” he says calmly.

“It is a big deal Peter. The last mission was so hectic I wasn’t taking the pill regularly.”

“Oh.” he blinks, unable to think of any other proper response.

“I’ve to get a plan B asap.”

“Ok.” he nods sleepily.

“And you’re coming with me.” you add andPeter’s eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and panic.

“Me? But why?”

“Because you slept with me so don’t try to avoid responsibility as it is your fault we are in this situation in the first place!” you say scowling at him.

“Hey! In my defense we were both drunk and I’m not trying to avoid responsibility.” he huffs.

“Well then it's settled then you are coming with me.”

****

“Was it necessary to come this far?” He faces you standing in front of the store. You were dressed in an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled down to avoid anyone recognising you. You had also insisted that you go to the pharmacy five blocks away downtown.

“Yes absolutely,” you reply with an incredulous expression. “I can’t be seen going into the pharmacy. The papz will have a field day. Imagine the scandal, Stark heiress pregnant with a child out of wedlock in big bold letters in tomorrow’s headlines. Mom would kill me!”

“Ok.” he nods, seeing the logic in your reason. “So have you ever done this before?”

“No, what are you trying to say?” you frown at him for the way he was implying that you sleep around a lot. Peter was quick to rectify himself.

“Nothing, that came out wrong, sorry.”

“It’s fine now go and get it.” you nudged him forward.

“Me?!” his eyebrows rise to his hairline.

“Yeah if you don’t want my dad to see your face with me on the front page of a gossip magazine you better go in fast.”

“Y/NNN…” he whines, looking miserable already.

“C’mon go on, bugboy.” you pat his shoulder.

Peter huffs and hesitantly walks inside the store pushing the glass door. He wanders for a minute in between the aisles before grabbing a bottle of tums and heads towards the front of the store. The lady behind the counter gives him a small smile.

“Indigestion” he chuckles nervously, placing the bottle on the counter. “And can I get the morningafterpill, please?” he adds in a rush.

“I’m sorry?” she looks up at him in confusion.

“Themorningafterpill?” he mumbles visibly sweating as another woman hovered behind him.

“I can’t hear you.”

Peter thought he was being punished for all those months secretly dating you behind Tony’s back. “Themorningafterpill.” he tries again lowering his voice.

“Still can’t hear you.�� she says now with a bored expression.

“The morning after pill.” fed up he finally says it out loud and clear and instantly wishes the earth swallowed him whole.

The lady regards him for a moment then states plainly. “I can’t sell it to you.”

“Why?” Peter looks at her with desperation but she gives him the same bored look.

“You don’t have a vagina, sir.”

When Peter walks out of the store you eagerly reach out to him.

“It’s not… it’s just tums.” showing you the bottle he informs defeatedly. “You need to buy it in person.”

“What? Why?” you demand but Peter just shrugs helplessly. “ugh! This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing. I mean stuff like this happens all the time. Condoms break or people forget to use them, or they just go missing. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes intently. “I also want you to know if you are pregnant I’ll drop out of college, get a job and provide for you both.”

At that moment you feel you have filled your daily quota of emotional distress and decide to put on your big girl pants and walk inside.

“When did you last have sex?” the pharmacist asks.

“Last night. Obviously.” you answer with an annoyed look on your face.

“Did you use contraception?”

“Yes…” you start before adding “I think so.”

“Well the details are a bit hazy” Peter supplies from the back and you shoot him a withering glare. “Sorry, I’m not here.”

“When was your last period?”

“Three weeks ago.”

“Have you taken the emergency contraceptive pill before?”

“No! Why do people keep asking me that? I’m not a slut.” you snap and Peter rushes to calm you down by rubbing down your shoulders gently.

“It’s ok, baby.” he murmurs softly.

“Any drug allergies or hereditary ailments?” the lady just continues with her questions unfazed.

“No.” you say mildly irritated. “If you are done with your 20 questions, can I’ve the pill now?”

She reaches out to the shelves to grab a box and puts it in front of you. “That will be $45”

“Thank you.” you hand her the cash. “And please don’t tell anyone I was here.”

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“That’s impossible, everybody knows who I am.” you say haughtily and exit the store with Peter following behind.

You both take a quiet stroll to the central park, upon finding an empty bench you sit down on it. The leaves on the trees in the park had turned from lush green to an orangish hue giving off the perfect fall vibes as the cool autumn air hit your face.

“Here,” Peter hands a water bottle to you.

“Thanks.” you take it and pop open the pill from the wrapper to swallow it with the water.

“Y/N I’m sorry.” Peter says quietly.

“What for?” you look at him in confusion.

“For last night it was very irresponsible of me. I’m sorry I put you in this situation.” he looked so adorable with his sad brown doe eyes you had the sudden strong urge to grab his face and kiss his sadness away.

“It’s ok I’m at fault too.” you smile. “Let’s just blame it on the alcohol and call it a day, yeah?”

“Also about the thing I said in front of the store I was completely serious you know. I would’ve taken care of both of you.”

You remember the sincere look on his face when he had said that but then you had given such a look as if you don’t want to do anything with him. “I was just stressed Peter and you know I get mean when I get stressed.” you lace your hand with his resting on his knee. “And I also know you will always be by my side no matter what.”

#peter parker #peter parker smut #tasm peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter smut #tasm!peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield smut #andrew garfield fluff

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danger-bird · 2 months

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"Obedience suits you, sparrow."

Ok,ok... listen....hear me out....... This story has been buzzing, festering in my hippocampus since yesteday, and now that I had time I slammed it out on a keyboard. It IS my OC-incert, so it's not technically an Ais x gn!reader, but I did avoid names in case a few crazy eyes, possession and a light sprinkle of amnesia is no biggie... Have fun, okie byee❤️ *scampers off , hides in their cave*

“Obedience suits you, Sparrow.”

Their small talk turned into a teasing banter quickly enough. They’ve been having a sneaking suspicion his worrying about them “almost dying again, running into a Soulless, or another roughneck”, is just him finding excuses to spend more time together. Not that they mind - even with his escorts, the walks always end too quickly.

They bark out a laugh as they turn a corner, slipping into the twisting backstreets behind the Wick. The night is cold, moonless - there are very few people outside, walking around the city.

“Since when? Either way, blind obedience is no fun - I thought you liked a challenge.”

It would be pitch black if not for the light seeping through the windows of the houses lining the narrow alleys. It’s dark – but not dark enough to miss the smirk stretching over his face.

“I do. Making it a challenge, then?”

“Do you want me to make it a challenge?” - they tease and peer up at his face, waiting for a reaction. His expression shifts somehow, but they can’t quite place in what way. He looks at them quietly, not saying anything, so they shift their gaze ahead and shake their head with an exhale, a light smile on their lips.

“Sparrows have been given wings to fly, Ais. I’ll never give you obedience like this.”

He gives a weak smile that drops immediately. His expression is unreadable. They hurry a few steps forward, trying to avoid his unnerving gaze.

He slows down, feeling his thoughts rippling at the edges, unfurling like a loose-knit cloth. His consciousness gradually sinks backwards as he quickly loses sensation in his skin, his hands, his face. The realization hits a moment too late.

Numbly, he can feel another presence emerging forward - a looming darkness casting an impenetrable shadow over his mind, wrapping its sticky tendrils around hazy thoughts, a horrible dread reaching forward…

In an instant, a sharp pain splits through his head, his awareness violently yanked forward like being pulled out of water. A low chime reverberates through his mind, overwhelming his senses… and keeping only his thoughts in focus, drowning out any other to barely a whisper.

“You can’t just take someone’s free will. You certainly can’t have mine. You can earn loyalty, my friendship… but that’s not the way to do it.”

They turn back to look at him, eyes radiating an unnatural shimmer: the color of blazing hot sunlight beaming off of molten gold. In the dim alleyway, their glow is bright enough to cast a light over their face, making their solemn expression that much more unsettling. Any other voices are now nothing more than a muffled babble. Their quiet, serene voice is stretching and twisting, almost splitting in two as it barely coalesces into an audible sound. Despite that, their words ring loud and crystal-clear in his head.

“A good heart means nothing without conviction… and a heart without conviction cannot be helped by anybody. Until your heart finds the conviction to seek out its own goodness, don’t come looking for mine.”

They turn around and take a few steps forward, stopping right before turning a corner and speaking quietly, still facing the street ahead.

“…Loyalty is not the same as obedience. It’ll do you good to learn the difference.”

They disappear behind the corner of a building without so much as looking back. The alley suddenly feels cold again, a drift whistling through the narrow streets between buildings and pouring onto the main street ahead. The dim light from a lone lamppost on the corner shivers before flickering out completely.

When they enter the Wet Wick, their head is swimming, unable to remember what happened after the alarming sense of unease washed over them back there. Mind still hazy, they drag themselves to the bar when Leander calls them over, Kuras keeping an eye on them as they approach.

#ais #touchstarved ais #touchstarved oc #touchstarved x reader #ais x reader #kinda sorta #touchstarved game #creepy spooky reader anyone?#also forgot to mention they're the unnamed #doesn't make a big difference tho #bird scribbles

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callmemerry00 · 10 months

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I thought I'd just throw in my two cents' worth, but here's what I think this is supposed to mean

From what I read, in Japan sparrows are symbols of prosperity and good luck, but they're also tied to a traditional fable called Shita-kiri Suzume (literally "tongue-cut sparrow").

In short, it's the story of an old man who saves an injured sparrow and takes cares of it. His wife can't stand the bird so she cuts its tongue and sends it flying away from their house. With the help of other sparrows, the old man eventually finds the bird. The sparrow is overjoyed to see his friend again and offers him 2 baskets to choose from as a reward. The old man chooses the smaller basket and finds a treasure inside it. His greedy wife hears about the treasure and goes after the larger basket, only to see that it's filled with poisonous snakes.

The moral of this story is that greed only leads to one's demise, but also that the purity of friendship overcomes evil.

And I think the latter fits Kazuma and Ryunosuke like a glove. You can see that line as Ryunosuke suggesting a symbol of good luck to Kazuma. However, considering that this dialogue takes place in 2-4 when he notices Kazuma's distant behaviour around him, I personally see it as Ryunosuke's witty yet roundabout way of telling Kazuma "I don't know why you're acting the way you do, but we're friends and I hope we can overcome this."

#the great ace attorney #kazuma asogi #ryunosuke naruhodo #asoryuu #dai gyakuten saiban #tgaa #dgs #my post

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parkersbliss · 2 years

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Peach | F. Hargreeves

pairing: five hargreeves x gn!reader

wc; 1.4K

warnings: violence, cursing, evil ben being mean

synopsis: Another attempt to save the world, and another timeline messed up… how do you and Five get out of this one?

a/n: obviously idk if that’s how this scene will play out but it’s my best guess! only a few more days!

requests: CLOSED

prompts: 028: “Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here.” 046: “Tell me you want this too.”

Masterlist | Taglist | Prompt list

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“Shit,” Five breathed out.

You stood next to him, the same feeling washing over you.

“What is with the cube?” You whispered.

“No fucking clue,” Came Five’s reply.

Klaus rubs his eyes, taking a step forward. “Is that Ben?”

Ben looks Klaus up and down, frowning. “Who the hell are you, losers?”

Klaus slaps a hand over his heart. “Wow, he just got meaner.”

“There wasn’t a mean bone in his body, to begin with,” Viktor interjects.

Ben rolls his eyes at that, turning back to his siblings. They walk down the stairs and you want to barf at the sight of their stupid little uniforms.

“Listen, why don’t we all have a nice level-headed conversation about this, hm?” Luther asks. “Hi, I’m Luther.”

Ben smiles at him. “Hi, I’m I don’t give a shit and get out.”

You try to stifle your laugh at Luther’s failed attempt to converse with these people. Their distaste for you was obvious.

“If we kill you, do we get our Ben back?” Diego inquires.

Five lets out a groan next to you as Ben snaps his eyes towards him. “What the hell did you just say?”

“I feel like now is a good time to run,” Klaus suggests.

“Yup,” Allison agrees.

Five puts a hand to your back, pushing you out of the room. “Run!”

Five’s hand moves from your back to your hand as he jumps you both further down the hallway.

“So he replaced you guys?” You asked, following Five and taking a sharp right turn.

“Guess so. Can’t blame him after what he saw.”

“They’re so much… meaner,” You said as Five turns down another corridor.

It’s here Allison and Luther come running down, meeting you in the middle with one of the Sparrow academy members pursuing them. Suddenly, she cracks her back, and birds start flying towards you.

“Birds?” You shriek, scrambling after Allison and watching Five slam the door in the bird's face.

“Whose superpower are birds?” You pant, gesturing outside the door.

Allison shakes her head. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”

At the sound of footsteps down the hall, you take off running again, losing both Allison and Luther. Five stops at a dead-end, cursing before jumping with you to the second floor.

Of course, someone else is already there, and Five slowly turns around to meet them. She has dark hair and green eyes. Honestly, she weirdly resembled Five.

“So, can I ask what your powers are before we engage in an exchange of fists?” You asked.

She just scoffs at you, and you nod your head. “Yeah, okay, at least I was polite.”

Five steps in front of you, concealing you from view as he eyes her up and down.

“What are you, their mascot?” She taunts Five.

He blinks behind her, throwing a punch across her face and smiling when falls to the floor. “More like their ringer.”

She narrows her eyes at Five, and out of nowhere, spits a black venom at him.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, running to his side. “Did you just spit at him?”

She only blows a kiss at you in response. You turn back to Five only to find him in a trance. He stands still, staring into nothing and eyes glossed over.

“What did you do to him?” You hiss.

She just shrugs before spitting at you.

In response, you conjure a shield and easily deflect it. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to floss?”

You dissipate your shield before sweeping your arms and enveloping the whole area in shadows. You can see her clearly. She’s spinning around in circles blindly. You chuckle before approaching her and punching her straight in the nose. She stumbles back, hand reaching out to find you, but you vanish into another part of the darkness. This time, you're behind her, and you kick the back of her legs to make her fold.

Again, she reaches out for you, and you vanish. She shouts in frustration, and you clear the shadows, stopping right in front of her. A blade vaporizes in your hands, and when she sees you, you kick her in the face.

She falls back to the floor, holding her face, blood dripping. You throw the blade right by her neck, letting it barely skim her before it vaporizes into nothing. You conjure two more in your hands and grin down at her.

“Reverse it,” You seethe, gripping your shadow dagger tighter.

But before anything happens, something grabs onto your leg and drags you towards the stairs. Your back crashes against the metal railings looking over the living room, and you groan. The girl spits at you again, but you’re quick enough to vanish and hide in Five’s shadow.

She stomps her foot in annoyance before running down the stairs towards Ben. Once she’s gone, you reappear in front of Five and shake his shoulders.

“Five?” You whisper.

No response. You snap your fingers in front of his face, still calling his name but nothing. He’s shaking in your grasp, eyes screwed shut.

“Five!” You shout.

Still nothing. You begin to panic, seeing he’s in obvious pain. Your eyes fall to the black venom on his forehead, and you frown. With one hand, you push back his hair, and with the other, you hover over the black goo. You use your shadow to fuel little claws that pick up the venom and throw it elsewhere in the room. As soon as it’s removed from Five, he collapses. You try your best to catch him, but you both end up on the ground in a mess.

He’s crying, and you try your best to calm him, feeling your heart break.

“Hey, Hey, Hey, I’m right here,” You whisper against his skin, hugging him close as he clings to your jacket. “It’s not real, whatever she did. It’s gone. You’re okay.”

You glance around, still clinging to the boy, and note that you need to get out of here. In a flash, you use the shadows to teleport right outside the academy.

“Five?” You called softly. “Hey.”

He continues to hiccup, breathes still ragged, and you wonder what happened to him. You’ve never seen Five like this. He was in complete distress, and you weren’t sure how to calm him down. Normally, he’s the one calming you down.

You cup his face in your hands, locking eyes with him. “Five!”

He just shakes his head, and you let out a sigh. She really fucked with his head, and you were so going to enjoy taking her down later.

You press your forehead to his, trying to get him to understand that it’s just you. There was no trick, no illusion.

He sniffles, eyes meeting yours, and his breathing starts to calm a little. Your hand finds his, intertwining them as he continues to calm down.

“It’s okay,” You assure. “It’s just me, Five.”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion. His eyes trace your face before one cups your cheek, eyes flickering towards your lips. “Tell me you want this too.”

You’re confused at the sudden phrase, given the boy was just in tears earlier, but you give in anyway. Your lips meet his halfway, and he tastes like bitter coffee and tears. You don’t mind, of course. In fact, you could get drunk on it. You squeeze his hand before pulling back.

“It’s you,” He breathes out.

“I only said that like five times,” You said with a light laugh. “But you had to kiss me to determine that?”

“Peach,” He replied. “You’re always using the same peach chapstick since we met. It’s such a small detail that can only apply to real life. If you were an illusion… you wouldn’t taste like peach because no one else knows that.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, your cheeks burning from what he said.

“And maybe because I wanted to kiss you.”

“There it is,” You tease.

Five rolls his eyes before standing up and taking you with him, given your hands were still intertwined.

“What did she do to you, Five?”

He just clicks his tongue. “Doesn’t matter. What does matter is we might just have to save the world again.”

“Third time is a charm,” You said with a grin. “Now, c’mon, we need a plan to take down that lack of personal hygiene bitch.”

“So that’s what you named her?”

“Wanna hear the others?”

Five smiles, leading you away from the sparrow academy. “List them all, darling.”

— END —

🏷 Five Taglist: @clearbasementvoid

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screamingoverfiction · 1 year

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Birdie

I don't really know what this is. Basically, my 3am fever dreams, fluff, filthy smut, descriptions of gore, and a whole lot of angst. Reader discretion is heavily advised. Canon Typical Violence. Ghost (mw2) x !f-reader, callsign Sparrow. I'm going to start working on some requests after this!

Word Count: 3.3k

She could see nothing but black. The cloth around her eyes prevented her vision. Her hands were bound behind her with a rope that dug into her wrists. Her legs were tied to the metal chair she was strapped to.

All she could hear was the faint buzz of an old lamp and the light dripping water.

Her throat was dry and screaming for water. Her lungs felt like someone lit them on fire and then stomped it out repeatedly. Her chest struggled for every breath, her body forcing itself to breathe, to stay alive.

She heard a metal door creak open, then slam shut. Heavy footsteps came closer, and she pushed herself against the chair, craning her body away.

Someone harshly ripped her blindfold down her face, and a firm hand grabbed her cheeks, forcing her to look at them.

"So you're the little bitch who sniped five of my men," The man said, saliva flying from his lips and splattering on her face when he spoke.

He looked about 45, with dark hair, a greasy face, and a full mustache. His hair was greying in some places, and his features were powerful and intimidating.

She kept her chin high, refusing to let him scare her. She stared daggers into his eyes, mustering as much saliva as she could and spitting it directly in his face.

The man flinched, slowly wiping his face and looking at his hand before snapping his eyes back to hers.

Before she could even blink, his palm collided with her cheek, her face reeling to the side, blood spurting from her mouth.

"We know who you work for. Does Captain Jonathan Price sound familiar? Seargent John Mactavish? Sergeant Kyle Garrick? What about Lieutenant Simon Riley?" The man hissed, grabbing her face again, searching her eyes for any signs of recognization.

"Trained in resisting torture, eh? Well, you'll be spitting names at my feet when we're done with ya," He sneered, harshly releasing her cheeks and standing up, looking behind him at two men who'd just entered the dimly lit room.

She swallowed thickly, straightening her posture as much as she could, glaring maliciously at the men.

The dark-haired man stood at the front of the room, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes dark with fury. He opened his mouth and said two final words before exiting the room.

"Break her,"

"Four down, I've got a shot on one more," Sparrow spoke into her radio, keeping her sniper aimed at the final man, awaiting her call.

"Take the shot," Ghost's stern voice said through the coms.

"Copy that, Lt." She replied with a smirk, taking a moment to realign her shot before her finger squeezed the trigger.

The man fell, and on his way down, he knocked over a bunch of barrels, creating a loud ruckus.

Sparrow's eyes went wide, and she immediately ducked under cover, trying to hide away from the men who'd surely start looking for a sniper.

"Fuck. He went down with a bang, Ghost," Sparrow whispered, anxiously waiting for her orders.

"Dammit, get out of there, and don't let them see youleave your sniper it'll only weigh you down," Ghost replied swiftly.

"Copy," Sparrow answered, unhooking her sniper and setting it off to the side, covering it with a black blanket.

She quickly unsheathed her pistol, moving through the small building with precision and stealth.

Her heart stopped when she heard footsteps coming from the exit. At least two men speaking in Russian, which was never a good sign.

She took a deep breath and waited for one to open the door, but suddenly, a third man jumped through the window beside her, knocking her pistol from her hands and kicking her in the chest.

Knowing that there was little she could do now except scream. So that's what she did. She screamed as loud as she could, hoping to alert Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, or anyone in the surrounding area.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! FUCK YOU GET OFF ME!" She shouted, kicking and screaming, punching and spitting, fighting her captures as hard as she could until a she felt a syringe in her neck.

Ghost's ears immediately perked up at the sound of distant screams. Deep down, he hoped he was hearing things, but he knew right then that Sparrow had been caught.

The color drained from his face, and he jumped up, looking out over his cover to try spotting her, but the screams had gone quiet. His heart sank into his stomach. And he had to grip the concrete to keep himself from falling over. He couldn't think of anything but her and how he'd said to take the shot.

He felt like throwing up, but he knew he had to inform the team before he went out on his own to try and murder every single one of those men.

"T-They got Sparrow," He managed to stammer, surprising even himself at the rawness of his voice. His radio crackled, but no voice responded until a moment after.

"Is she KIA?" Price asked, maintaining a professional voice but inside, he was terrified.

"I don't know. I doubt they'd give up a chance at intel," Ghost responded, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Just- get back to extraction. We'll regroup there,"

Ghost wouldn't speak to anyone. He wouldn't sit, wouldn't eat, wouldn't drink. The only time he did anything was when he yelled at Price.

"Simon, we trying-"

"Then fucking try harder! It's been three fucking days, John! She's either dead or wishing she was, and what are you doing? Having a cup of fucking coffee and laughing with Laswell!" Ghost shouted, pointing at Price venomously. Behind his balaclava, his eyes were bloodshot and sleepless, showing the constant anxiety he'd been plagued with.

Price swallowed, clenching his jaw angrily.

"Get back to your courters, Riley," He demanded, knowing Ghost was only saying these things out of anger and fear.

Ghost walked past Price, slamming the door on his way out, the hinges rattling against the frame.

Soap was standing outside the room, seemingly aged ten years in three days. His eyes locked briefly with Ghost's as he furiously exited the room.

Ghost didn't stop as he strode through the base and down the hallway toward his room. His mind raced with anger toward Price and sickening guilt. He knew he shouldn't have told her to shoot.

He reached his room in a flurry of madness, throwing open the door and almost breaking the wood as it crashed shut.

He grabbed the first thing he saw, an old water cup on his dresser, and threw it against the wall, the glass shattering into millions of pieces.

He felt like he couldn't breathe. He was suffocating behind the mask. His lungs were in a cramped and ever-shrinking dark room, clawing the air from his body.

He reached up and ripped the mask off, throwing it down to the floor and sinking to his knees, hands covering his face as he resisted the urge to scream.

He'd called her little bird, or when it was just the two of them, his little bird. She was the one he'd go to when the words he kept inside continued to feast on his thoughts until he couldn't take it anymore.

There was a warm, soft spot in his cold heart specially reserved for her. She somehow managed to weasel her way past all his coldness and closed-off nature. He still didn't quite know how. Her smile, her laugh, the way she'd roll her eyes when he'd crack one of his infamous dark jokes.

She'd earned her nickname because of her tendencies to chirp and how she could snipe without ever being noticed, well, mostly. She was a dreamer, a singer, a Sparrow, and she was always optimistic unless you tried to speak to her before 8am.

There was never a dull day when she was around. Maybe that's why Ghost has only seen in grey since she's been gone.

His hands shook against his face, and the urge to claw his eyes out was immense. He wanted to take his pistol and aim it in his mouth, but the chance that she was still alive was what fueled his fury.

He needed to save her, even if it killed him.

Blood trickled down her hands, dripping from her fingertips and splattering into the pool on the floor.

She'd lost track of the days. Nothing mattered anymore. If she could will herself to die, she would.

The one thing that kept her sane was him. His crooked smirk and those pretty brown eyes. God, how she would die for those eyes.

Keeping sane throughout the hours of unendurable torture was agonizing. But she would replay their memories in her mind, trying to ignore the hot burning rods they kept prying into her chest.

When he'd taken off his mask in front of her.

It was late at night, and everyone else on base was fast asleep or desperately counting sheep in an attempt to.

Sparrow couldn't sleep, nightmares plagued her dreams, and she was afraid to close her eyes. So she lay there awake, thinking about him, of course.

Almost as if on cue, there was a knocking at her door. A small smile twitched on her lips, and she sat up, pulling her covers off and hurriedly walking to her door.

She took a deep breath before turning the knob, her smile widening when she saw Ghost standing outside.

He wore a simple balaclava, a dark t-shirt that exposed his muscular, tattooed arms, and grey sweatpants.

"Couldn't sleep?" She teased, opening the door wider and letting him walk inside.

"Well, looks like you couldn't either since you were eagerly awaiting my knock," Ghost replied, his eyes scanning the familiar space.

"Ha-ha, very funny," She sneered, quietly closing the door and turning around to face him.

When she faced him, she nearly jumped back in shock, her eyes growing wider.

There he stood, maskless, those tired brown eyes looking into hers, a subtle fear behind them. His hair was short darkish blond, and his face bore powerful handsome features. Scars littered his skin, but it didn't matter, he was the most beautiful thing in the world, and it scared her.

Sparrow's hands quickly came up to cover her eyes. Her mind couldn't process what was happening. He couldn't have just shown his face. It would make it all too real.

"Sparrow," Ghost said, reaching out and trying to pull her hands away, but she just shook her head.

"Sparrow," He tried again, voice growing softer. His hands traveled to her forearms, fingers grazing along the skin.

"Y/n," He whispered, finally making her lower her hands. Her eyes locked with his once again.

"I thought you didn't want this to be real," She asked, reaching up, cupping his face in her hand, thumb brushing over his cheek.

"Guess I lied," He replied smoothly, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to hers.

If you'd looked at the two of them in private, you wouldn't believe they'd never kissed. Never slept together. But they hadn't, neither one wanted anything real, and the proposition of 'just for fun' didn't sound appealing.

Sparrow kissed him back, keeping her hands on his face. His lips were soft and rough at the same time. He tasted like minty toothpaste and tea. His hands trailed down her waist, securing themselves around her hips.

Their kiss was full of yearning and passion. They were making up for all the lost moments.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do this," Ghost groaned against her lips, snaking his hands on the backs of her thighs and hoisting her up.

Sparrow wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles. She didn't break away from his lips, drunk on his lips.

Ghost carried her toward the bed, placing her down on the mattress and hovering over her, lips still hungrily kissing hers.

His hands traveled beneath her shirt, hesitating.

"Take it off," She breathed lustfully against his lips, her hands grazing over his clothed abdomen.

Ghost practically ripped her shirt off, his lips leaving hers to give attention to her newly exposed breasts, lips attaching to her sensitive nipple.

"Oh, fuck, Ghost-" Sparrow started to groan, but Ghost quickly cut her off

"That's not my name, birdie," He murmured, raising his lips and kissing the skin below her ear, causing a soft whimper to escape her lips.

"Simon," She whispered, reaching up and lacing her fingers in his short blond locks, gasping from the hickeys he marked on her collarbone.

Simon hummed devilishly, smirking against her skin and scattering even more love bites.

"Atta' girl," He said lowly, taking the hem of his shirt in one hand and swiftly pulling it over his head.

Y/n almost drooled at the sight of his toned muscles, prominent v-line, scars from battle littering his skin, and a faint happy trail leading down to the place her core desperately desired.

Simon lowered his body, hooking his fingers in her pants and pulling them down her legs, tossing them off the bed.

He wasted no time in doing the same with her panties, prying her legs back apart when they tried to snap shut out of embarrassment.

"Ah, ah, I wanna see my pretty little bird's cunt splayed out for me," He said darkly, dropping his mouth to her clit, tongue sliding inside her entrance.

Y/n had to clasp her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure, her legs wrapping around his neck while he ravenously devoured her.

Simon held his hands on her thighs, keeping them spread as he continued working his tongue inside and outside her core, hitting the perfect nerves every time.

Waves of euphoria washed through her in swarms, her eyes rolling into her skull from the pure ecstasy that radiated through her body.

"Oh fuck, Simon, I'm gonna-" She started, but her sentence was cut off when he flicked his tongue, making her gasp.

"That's it, Y/n, cum on my tongue. I want to taste you," He breathed, working his mouth against her clit until her legs shook around his neck, and she cried out. Her orgasm coursed through her like a tsunami of bliss. Her eyes rolled, and she arched further into him, whimpering at the overstimulation.

Simon greedily lapped up her liquids like he was starved, only pulling away to raise his body over hers, crashing their lips back together.

"Fucking hell," He murmured, eagerly kissing her deeper.

Y/n hurriedly reached for his pants, her fingers hooking in the hemming and pulling them down his legs. His erection tented in his boxers, yearning to be touched.

Their lips met in another sloppy kiss, too caught up in the moment to care.

He quickly pulled his boxers off, groaning when the tip brushed against her already slick entrance.

"Simon," She whispered, her fingers tightly lacing in his blond hair, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Y/n," He replied in an equally quiet tone, slowly pushing himself inside.

The stretch was magnificent. She'd never fucked someone so big. The pain was soon replaced with redoubtable pleasure as he started to thrust.

Y/n nails dug into his shoulders, her moans of pure euphoria swallowed by Simon.

His arm moved upward, placing it beside her head to steady himself as he continued thrusting, hitting her g-spot with every steady himself.

"Oh fuck, it's like your cunt was made for me," Simon moaned, the guttural sound coming from the back of his throat, snapping his hips against hers, the sounds of slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

Her back arched into him, their chest pressing together as she became a moaning, whimpering mess beneath him.

"Fuck, you make such pretty noises. I'm gonna ruin you," He groaned, grasping one of her legs and hoisting it over his shoulder, deepening t the angle of his thrusts.

Soon enough, that familiar coil welled up inside her core once again, heightening her moans.

"Simon, fuck! Don't stop, please don't stop," She begged, whimpering below him, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks.

Simon groaned as her walls clenched around his cock, her orgasm spasming through her even more intense than the first time. He came not long after, her cunt squeezing around him, milking his cock dry.

She cried out as the waves overcame her, back arching into him, nails dragging down his shoulders and back, certainly leaving marks.

In the moments after their highs, not much was said nor done, just quick rapid breaths, trying to regain themselves, and short kisses, still chasing the flavor of the other.

Simon carefully pulled away, reaching over the side of her bed to collect their clothing, pulling his boxers on before helping her into his shirt.

After Y/n had successfully reclothed herself and gone to the bathroom(Simon carried her), she collapsed back onto her bed, sighing tiredly and closing her eyes.

When she didn't feel or hear Simon next to her, she opened an eye to find him simply admiring.

"You coming?"

He said nothing more as he slid under the covers next to her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her warmly.

"Is this real?" He whispered against her lips, protectively holding her as though she might slip away at any given moment.

"It is,"

Simon smiled.

Y/n sighed comfortingly against his lips, resting her forehead against his as she closed her tired eyes, awaiting the sweet kiss of sleep.

Her eyes were forced open by a blinding light- a flashlight. Well, that was new. Maybe they were going to do some sort of light torture next.

Her eyes tried to adjust to the new light, craning her head back instinctively when the figure walked over-no they were running-sprinting. That can't be good.

She whimpered in pain when they gently touched her face, and their hand immediately retreated back.

Her eyes finally adjusted to the light, just in time for her ears to start picking up noise as well. She heard the sound of a knife against a rope, and then she saw him.

An immense feeling of relief washed over her body at the sight of the masked man cutting her free. Tears welled in her eyes, and she started to cry.

He wore his hard shell skull mask and tactical gear, yet he worked so tenderly against her bonds.

When her limbs were finally free, she collapsed forward, but he caught her, wrapping his arms around her figure and lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

Tears of solace streamed down her cheeks. Sobbing into his chest, she did her best to hug him in her weak state, which probably looked and felt pretty pathetic.

"I know, birdie. It's alright now. I've got you," He whispered, his voice lulling her back into an exhausted sleep, despite the desperate, muffled voices she continued to hear.

Beeping, lots and lots of beeping. Hospital. Medic. Torture. Injuries. Soap. Ghost. Someone's hand was in hers. Simon. Twitch.

Simon's eyes opened at the slight movement of her hand. Then her fingers curled upwards until they locked with his.

Her eyes slowly and groggily opened, still glossy and hazed with sleep, but Simon could still see relief wash over her.

"Simon?" She whispered, voice raspy and breaking from screaming out in pain.

"Hey there, birdie," He said back, a small smile twitching on his lips, his eyes red from not sleeping.

"Is this real?" She questioned, blinking at him as if he might disappear, her hand tightening its grip on his.

Simon smiled again, standing up and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, brushing her hair back.

"It's real,"

Y/n smiled.

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