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sinner-as-saint · 3 years

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The Unseen.

Hades!Bucky x Reader AU

Run-through: Your father is forcing a profitable marriage proposal upon you. Unwilling to endure such a thing, you run away from home and deep into some unknown woods. Naturally, your father sends his people to find you and bring you home, but this causes you to run deeper into the woods to a point where it feels like you’re not even in the same world anymore. Though fatigued; mentally, emotionally and physically, you manage to find shelter. You stumble upon a mysterious, handsome stranger. The God of the Underworld is baffled upon seeing you because it has been millennia since a mortal entered his dark, forlorn kingdom. And it’s been even longer since he felt something for someone…

Themes: hades!bucky, fluff, angst, smut,

You staggered through the woods.

Holding on to whatever you could find to help you keep your balance, and not fall flat on your face. You had been on the run for days now; running from your tyrant father and his people, running from a marriage proposal which was being forced upon you, running from the only place you called home. You wondered, was it really home?

You were currently deep into the woods. Famished, dehydrated, sleep deprived, your body covered in small cuts, bruises, insect bites and scratches. Your clothes were soiled. You could barely hold yourself up, but you had to get as far away as possible.

This part of the woods was so dense that the sunlight barely got through. There was more fog around you than sunlight. Actually, you could no longer tell what time it was. Perhaps it was not daytime.

Your throat burned, your tears had dried, your stomach rumbled in hunger; you were miserable. Your heart hurt at the thought of your mother; you had to leave her behind as well. You missed her, terribly.

You walked on, and a while later you felt the ground beneath your feet get more soft and damp. Your senses were alert. There must be a water body close by, you thought. You rushed forward, and let out a raspy sigh of relief when you saw the cool, slow-moving river which snaked around the large trees. You could just tell by the sight of it that it’s water must be ice cold. The thick fog condensed and danced above it. It looked mystical. Too good to be true.

You rushed to the river, kneeling by the side of it and picking up handfuls of water and drinking to satiate your thirst. You cleaned yourself as best you could - getting rid of all the dirt and muck from your face, and limbs and clothes.

You felt at ease for the first time in the past days. You got up and sat back down at the river bank for a while, feeling light and almost comfortable even though you were all alone inside a dense and cold, and dark forest. You chuckled at how much safer you felt here compared to back at your father’s house.

A minute later, you tensed up when you heard distant animal sounds. You panicked and took off running; deeper into the woods. You found yourself running alongside the river. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to keep going. You couldn’t have your father finding you again and dragging you back home to marry whoever he chose for you just so he could profit off of it and expand his businesses; you refused to be a pawn in his games

You ran, stumbled, fell and stood up again. For hours. And just when you felt like you were about to pass out from fatigue again, you noticed a gate in front of you. It looked rusty and old, with dead vine all over it, surrounded in fog. You couldn’t see past it but something told you that once you’d get past it, everything would be alright.

So you did. You pushed open the gate and stepped into what seemed to be a poorly kept, dying garden. Though disorganized, and unkept; it felt almost familiar. It felt like coming home. You looked further and saw what seemed like an abandoned, dark manor, almost as grand as a castle. The whole thing looked like an old, forgotten private property.

“Help…” you called out with the little energy you had left. You doubted anyone lived here, but you called out anyways, just in case. “Help!” you called out again, falling to your knees on the rough ground.

And right before passing out, you heard something getting closer and closer. It sounded like it was galloping… several of them. Horses? In here?

Your eyes rolled back as you could no longer hold yourself up. You saw something approach you. Your blurry vision picked up on a tall, dark figure approaching. Whatever that was, it caught you right before your body fell to the ground.

It was a man. Even in your insensible state, you could feel the dominant, strong, virile aura surrounding him.

His low voice was the last thing you heard before you gave in to the darkness, “...I’ve got you, my love. You’re home now...”

---

The god stood at the entry of the spacious bedroom, in the middle of which was a large bed, upon which you laid; comfortable, but still unconscious.

Hands stuffed in his pockets as he leaned against the doorframe, he contemplated. Everything. He doesn’t remember the last time he had something so beautiful, and alive, inside the walls of his dark and dangerous kingdom.

He wondered where you come from. Who were you running from? Why did you cry for help? How did you find the Underworld? The moment he saw you first entering his kingdom, he thought that you might be a lost, wandering soul. But then when his hands touched you, he felt your warmth and realized that you were very much alive.

If you had made it through the entire woods to get here then you must be stronger and more courageous than you look, he thought.

He stepped closer so he could hear your soft breaths. So full of life… he thought. Whatever it was that you were running from, he made a decision to protect you from it. He felt the urge to wrap his arms around you and shelter you, keep you safe forever. Why so? He didn’t know. He had never been so attached to mortals before. He barely even met any of them.

But you… you walked right into his kingdom, and now you were making him feel things he had never felt before.

The god had always been alone. He never quite had company, and he stayed as far away as possible from his dysfunctional family. So having you here was new, but also something he didn’t know he needed so badly.

“Who are you, pretty human?” he whispered as he lovingly caressed your cheek while you slept. He had healed all your cuts and bruises the moment he picked you up in his arms, and placed you in his chariot. Now he was just waiting for you to wake up so he could talk to you.

He couldn’t wait to meet you.

---

You woke up to loud, warm puffs of air fanning your face. You peeled your eyes open, expecting a headache but there wasn’t one, what you did find though was a fairly large, mean and dangerous looking three-headed dog with shiny black fur standing beside you, on the bed, looking down at you with tongues hanging out of each of its mouths and wagging its tail so hard that its body moved side to side along with it in excitement.

Your eyes widened even in the slightly hazy headspace, you almost took off running again but your body refused to get up from the comfy bed and then you saw the playful look in all three pairs of eyes and you immediately calmed down.

“Hello there...” You whispered as you squinted and reached out to pet it. You gave it soft scratches behind the ears and under the chins and it immediately tackled you with wet kisses. You squealed and chuckled as you sat up, trying to escape the adorable monster.

Maybe you had died? You thought to yourself as you kept petting the dog once it calmed down. Perhaps you were in some sort of after life, hallucinating about a three-headed while wearing a very vintage-y black gown with long, puffy sleeves; and sat in the middle of the softest bed ever inside what seemed to be a chamber fit for a Queen.

“Am I dead?” You asked the three-headed animal. It didn’t answer, obviously so you tried to dig your memory to find something which would explain how you ended up where you are right now. All three heads laid on your lap, as you lazily pet them while thinking; you remembered running… deep, deep into the forest… you remember being tired, so tired you felt like you were about to pass out… wait you did pass out! In the garden. The dark garden, with the horses and the tall man.

You gasped as you heard a voice, not far from you, answering your previously asked question. “No you’re not. Surprisingly.”

Upon hearing the voice, the dog got up from the bed and immediately ran to the man who had just spoken. You got up from the bed too confused and nervous, standing and watching him cautiously as you took in the man’s appearance. Your heart raced the more he stared into your eyes with his deep, stormy ocean blue ones.

He could easily be classified as one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Tall, dark and dangerous; dark hair, dark suit, dark shoes, dark rings on his fingers. He looked like dominance and power personified. A rugged, intimidating alpha male with sophisticated charm. Icy eyes with a fiery look in them.

He looked like a god.

When you finally got over the beautiful man, you realized what he had just said. “What do you mean, surprisingly?” you were aware that this was the same man who had answered to your cry for help earlier so you were trying your best to be polite.

The sound of your voice made his cold, frozen heart race. “You’re not dead. Just in the realm of it.” He spoke, confusing you even more. “You’re in the Underworld. My Kingdom.”

You frowned, thinking hard on what he had just said. Wait a minute… you looked down and saw the three-headed dog sitting obediently at his feet, very much well-behaved. You looked back up at the handsome stranger and stuttered while getting your words out. “You can’t… you can’t be real.” This wasn’t a dream?

He flashed you a lovely smile. “Really? Why not?”

You looked around, panicking again. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. This can’t be real. “Because you’re a myth. You… you don’t exist. You’re not supposed to.”

He almost chuckled. “And yet, here I am. Forgotten by most mortals, yes. But still very much real.” He took small steps forward as he spoke. You found his voice to be calming, soothing.

“Hades?” you couldn’t believe it. You had heard stories about him at school, read about him in books but never in a million years would you have even for a moment considered that he could be real.

“The one and only.” He answered, looking down at his feet to find his beloved dog looking up at him. “You’ve met Cerberus already.”

Hades. God of the Underworld. That sitting at his feet was the Guardian, the ultimate Hellhound. How can this be real life? Anyone else would’ve freaked out upon finding all this out, but you remained surprisingly calm. “You look… I mean, aren’t you supposed to be… you know-,”

He finished your sentence with an amused look on his face. “Bearded? Crowned? Carrying a pitchfork? Riding in a chariot?”

You nodded.

“Well, you mortals aren’t the only ones who evolve every now and then. Us gods, although more or less forgotten, have to keep up as well, don’t we?”

You smiled faintly but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

You were still a little anxious, and you fidgeted with your fingers. He noticed and walked up to you. Without a word said, he reached out and gently held both your hands in his large ones. He spoke up again, “I know you’re a little nervous. I expect you to be, given the circumstances but I assure you, you’re safe here.” He said, softly.

You looked deep into his icy, sharp eyes which despite their intensity managed to provide you with a sense of comfort; effortlessly. Who would’ve known that the God of the Underworld could be so gentle?

“Thank you for helping me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard it alright given he was so close to you. He squeezed your hands a little, as if to say ‘You’re welcome.’ Your hands fit in his perfectly, you noticed. He stood just a feet away from you and you could feel the power radiating off of him.

He smiled gently. “If I may ask, how did you end up so deep into the woods that you stumbled upon my Kingdom? What are you running from?” He wanted to figure this out since the moment he saw you.

“My father.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why is that?”

“He wanted to marry me off to a business associate's son so he can profit off the alliance and expand his own businesses. I refused, repeatedly. But then I found out that he was planning to forcefully fly me out somewhere, to marry the same guy. So I took off. I ran from home, and didn't tell anyone where I was going.” You exhaled shakily. “And now I’m here.”

He nodded, slowly and calmly as he hid his utter disgust at the mention of you almost becoming someone else’s wife.

He noticed how you started tearing up while speaking of your cruel father, so he simply pulled you closer and tucked your head under his chin while running a soothing hand down your back. His arms wrapped around you in a safe embrace. You felt the cool material of his suit against your flushed face as he held you close. He smelt amazing. You wrapped your own arms around him, feeling his taut body beneath the material of his suit.

You hadn’t been hugged in a long time, so you started tearing up even more, until you began letting out little sobs. He tightened his grip around you, pressing you against his muscular torso. “Shh, my angel. It’s alright. I’m here now. You’re safe.”

You held back a sob, your voice cracking as you spoke, “But if… if he finds me, he will…”

The god pulled away a little, his hand reaching up to gently cup your face and tilt it back so he could look into your teary eyes. “He won’t find you here. I will keep you safe, don’t worry.” He wiped the fresh tears which escaped your eyes.

You were once again lost in his eyes, just now noticing the flares of grey in them. You were both caught in the moment, when you heard a low whine. It was the adorable monster who had managed to get in between your bodies. You looked down and cracked a little smile.

“Of course, Cerberus will keep you safe too.”

---

You and the god had quite a long conversation leading up to dinner. A conversation often interrupted by a certain three-headed dog’s constant need for attention from either one of you.

You learnt a lot about the one whose Kingdom you were in. You found out that he’s been here forever. Despite being dark, cold and barren you could tell he loved his realm more than anything.

You had to ask him about Persephone and he had you surprised when he told you that unfortunately their relationship didn’t last long and that she left him for good shortly after they got married.

You also found out that those closest to him call him ‘Bucky.’ And that his one true friend has always been the hell-hound and guardian of the Underworld, who also was currently asleep at your feet.

“Doesn’t it get lonely?” you asked, watching him from across the grand dinner table.

He took a sip of his wine, never breaking eye contact with you. “Not anymore.” he answered and you melted.

Over dinner, you spoke some more. Then he noticed you got all quiet. Damn it, he cursed. This was the moment he had been dreading all day.

“You miss your home.” He wasn’t asking, simply stating. He noticed how you pushed your food around on your plate. You weren’t as curious to know about his kingdom anymore, you weren’t chatty; just quiet all of a sudden. He missed the sound of your voice.

Home… “Not home, no. Just my mother. Sometimes I feel like she’s the only parent who’s ever truly loved me.”

He could feel the pain in your voice. But some of the rules of the Underworld were such that even he couldn’t bend them. “You know I cannot let you leave.”

You had that bit figured out the moment you found out who he was. “I know.”

He was surprised by how calm you were. “You… don’t ardently wish to go back home?”

You looked up from your plate and at his handsome face. “Going home would mean that I’d have to face my father. Now that I’ve been gone for so long, upon seeing me he’d either obliterate me or drag me down the aisle and marry me off against my will. I prefer none of those things. As for my mom, I do miss her but she’ll survive. She’s a strong woman.”

The god listened, leaning back in his seat; very much at ease in your company. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What do you want?”

You cracked a little smile. Or perhaps it was a smirk. You mimicked his body language, leaning back in your seat as well. You twirled the wine around in your glass. “For now, I want to be away from my family. I feel safe here. I don’t want to leave.”

He found himself wanting that as well.

---

You woke up the next morning to a sight which made you chuckle. No, it wasn’t an overly excited Cerberus. It was breakfast, along with a generous serving of pomegranates.

You ate it all up. Then set out to find the god after you got dressed and ready for the day. Somehow, everything one could need could be found in the large closets found in the room you slept in. You had only been here for a little while but you settled in just right.

You walked along a shadowy corridor. Bucky had given you a tour yesterday, hence you knew that this path led to the throne room. And that’s where he was; manspreading on his throne, wine glass in one of his hands while the other lazily stroked his beloved three-headed guardian; who sat by the feet of his master and wagged his tail as soon as you came in sight.

“Your Majesty.” You spoke, walking further into the room and stopping at the stairs which led to his throne.

He smiled as he watched you standing there, dressed in a dark grey dress. Similar to the one you wore yesterday, just a different color. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You looked down at the dress, smoothing the soft fabric down as you spoke. “Also thank you for breakfast.”

He caught the smirk you had on your face. He knew the reason behind it. “I assure you I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

You took the liberty of walking up the stairs which led to his throne. “I didn’t say anything.” You whispered with a smirk and reached down to greet Cerberus. “So what do you do all day?”

He took a sip of his wine, watching you as you knelt to the ground beside him and gave the dog endless pets. “I’m a god.” He sounded cocky. “That’s plenty of work already.”

When you looked up at him and smirked, he could’ve sworn he felt tingles dance down his spine. There you were, a beautiful woman happily sharing space with him inside his dark kingdom like it was no big deal, with no intention of leaving anytime soon because you said it yourself that being here made you feel safe.

The more he looked at you, the more he saw the light radiating off you. The light he so desperately needed. The light which balanced out the darkness he carried with him. The light which showed him glimpses of possible futures with you, if you’d be willing. The god was content in your company. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt the need to protect something so fiercely.

“Come with me.” He stood up and set his glass aside, holding his hand out for you to take.

You took it and he helped you up. “Where are we going?” you asked, as he led you down the stairs and into the corridor again.

“There’s so much for you to see. My kingdom isn’t just full of darkness and death. There’s beauty here too, of course, none quite like your own but close.” He spoke as he led you somewhere, holding your hand carefully in his as though it were made of glass and would shatter if he let it go.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, pretending as if it didn’t make you all flustered. “Is it now?”

The god led you all the way to the place he was most fond of in his entire kingdom, other than his beloved throne. It was a vast garden, fit to be the backyard of a castle. There were more kinds of plants and flowers than you could count. Cobblestone walkways leading to what seemed to be a pond in the middle, surrounded by stones and moss.

The dark red roses caught your attention rather quickly. You reached out to touch the soft petals and you felt Bucky’s presence behind you. He was so close that you could feel his warm breaths against your skin.

“It’s so pretty.” You whispered.

He reached around you and plucked one of them, handing it to you. “Just like you.” He mumbled and you gave him a genuine smile as you accepted the gorgeous flower. Dark red, like blood and sin.

Amongst the numerous plants, trees and shrubs you managed to spot the one growing pomegranates. You cracked a little smile. Even though the garden was partly shadowy and foggy; the rays of sun which came through were golden and gentle. As you looked around, you spotted a yellowish weeping willow tree and walked towards it, the god followed you.

“You’re the first one to ever step in here, you know that?” he said while thinking about all the times he spent hours in here wondering if one day fate would ever allow him to find someone he could share the joy of being here with.

You reached out to touch the dangling leaves and looked back at him. “Well thank you for the privilege, Your Majesty.” You teased.

You walked a few steps forwards, standing under the willow tree and admiring his secret garden when you felt his arm snaking around your waist as he placed his chin on your shoulder.

Neither of you said anything. He was more than happy to have you here, he had been lonely for way too long. You said to yourself, ‘this isn’t so bad.’

He had told you about the rules of the Underworld before, you knew you couldn’t leave. You didn’t want to either. Sure, you missed your mom a lot. But going back out there would mean having to live in constant fear of what if your dad finds you. And what would he do if he does?

Being here meant that you’d be safe and wouldn’t have to worry about anyone catching you. You didn’t fear anything here. It was quiet and the handsome god was great company. You felt all warm and tingly as he held you close, yet it felt comfortable and natural - like you were meant to be here with him, as if you had known him all your life.

As of now, neither of you knew where this mutual attraction would go, or what it would end up being. But at the moment, just having the other one there was enough. He gave you the safety you had been searching for all your life and you provided him the warmth and light he had craved for millennia.

---

Days in the Underworld were surprisingly peaceful; filled with surprises, visits to the garden, learning more about the god and finding out why he stayed as far away from his family as possible, wandering his kingdom all day, reading… time just flew by. And before you knew it, you had lived in the Underworld for months.

Your bond with Bucky morphed into something more affectionate and sweet. Lingering touches and longing stares turned into deep, passionate kisses and always having to sleep in the same bed because otherwise nothing made sense. It wasn’t just love, it was tender adoration. It was warm, and light and safe.

You hadn’t been intimate yet, but the sparks flew around whenever your hands touched at night, or when your eyes met from across the table at dinner. You were both holding back from taking it a step further. It wasn’t like he wasn’t dying to have you in his bed, or that whenever he kissed you good morning you didn’t feel the need to get on top of him and ride him until the sun came up the next day - but you were both waiting for a sign from the other and it was driving both of you insane.

It got really, really heated one time. Bucky was on his throne, with you in his lap. His hands slipped under your dress and lazily caressed your thighs while he kissed the hell out of you. Your fingers tangled in his hair, while you gasped and moaned through the kiss.

But just then Cerberus barged in, barking and jumping around with nothing but chaos on his mind. Bucky let out a loud sigh while you hid your face into his neck and giggled. It was those moments which made you love the place all the more. Not just the place, but the god as well.

Winter came and when the weather was the coldest, and you spent all your time indoors is when the memories of your mother started tormenting you. She used to spend all her time baking in the winter, so you asked Bucky if you could too. He, of course, let you have anything you wanted whenever you wanted so naturally he let you.

You tried so hard to keep yourself busy and happy but you couldn’t help but miss your mom. Bucky noticed it. And it broke him. He gave you everything one could ever need. You had everything here, and yet he could see how your eyes weren’t so shiny and curious or filled with magic and light anymore. You were dimmer than when you first came here.

He began seeing you wandering around his home a lot less as you spent all your time either in bed or standing on one of the balconies, staring out at the woods longingly. No amount of books, or poetry or visits to the garden or your favorite food or kisses from Cerberus made you happy any longer. And Bucky’s worst fear was materializing in front of his eyes.

You were no longer happy in the Underworld it seemed.

One night, he found you curled up in bed earlier than usual. He stood at the door and watched you. You weren’t crying, you were just sad. He walked into the room and called out, “Angel, are you okay?”

You sat up immediately, not wanting him to see you like this but at the same time you couldn’t fake being happy either. So you gave him a faint smile. “Yes, just a headache. I’ll be fine by morning.”

He smiled faintly. His heart breaking at the sight of the sadness in your eyes. “Come with me, I have something to show you.”

You got out of the bed and took his hand. He led you to one of the libraries he had; the coziest one with the huge fireplace and the perfect window which allowed you to see the breathtaking view of the gentle snowfall.

You stepped further into the room and saw that he had the fire going already and the room was much warmer than anywhere else in his castle. You walked right over to the large window, pressing your palm against it as you watched the light snowfall; clean, dazzling white and calming. Your headache faded little by little.

You felt a soft, warm blanket being placed upon your shoulders and you immediately wrapped it around you. Turning your head to the side you found Bucky right behind you. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.

“Feeling better?” He asked and you nodded.

“Much better.”

You stood there, basking in the comfortable silence and the warmth of the room, just watching the snowfall and how it accumulated on the ground; a fresh, thick blanket of ice.

“You miss her.” Again, it wasn’t a question from him, just a statement.

“Who?” You pretended not to understand.

He kissed your cheek and whispered, “Your mother. Your home. You want to go back, don’t you?” He sounded almost heartbroken and bitter.

You remained quiet. You didn’t say anything. No… ?

He spoke up again. “Even if I let you go, you will never be willing to come back here. To me.” He pulled away from the hug and walked over to the fireplace, shifting the burning wood with a brass fire poker. “Why would you?” He sounded pensive. “Why would you come back to this dark, barren kingdom when you can be perfectly happy out there? You must feel like you’re being held captive here.”

He didn’t turn around to face you so he couldn’t see the silent tear which fell down your cheek. So he thought that if given the chance you would run away from here and never come back to him again? Did the past months mean nothing? Did he not see that he was all you wanted?

Your throat burned.

“Is that what you think of me?” The crack in your voice caught his attention. He turned around to face you with a worried look on his face. He couldn’t believe he made you cry. You weren’t sobbing, but you couldn’t contain the tears. “You really think I’m gonna be happy out there, without you?”

That broke him.

“Angel… I didn’t mean to…,” it was rare for the god to find himself at a loss of words but now he did.

You wiped your tears away. “Did you even notice that I haven’t cried in months? Not since I met you because you make me the happiest I’ve ever been. This dark, barren kingdom you speak of feels more like home to me than when I lived with my family.”

He walked up to you and pulled you into his arms. “Baby… I’m sorry.”

You hugged him back. “I don’t feel like I’m being held captive. I don’t want to leave you. But I can’t help but miss my mom. I don’t want you to think I’m not happy with you anymore, I am. But I… It’s… I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry.” He said, pulling away to look down into your eyes. “I need you here, with me. The thought of you leaving me forever and never seeing you again, it… it kills me.”

You held him by the back of his neck and pulled him closer. “I’m not leaving.” You gave him a sweet kiss. “I love you.” You kissed him again and sensed his surprise as he kissed you back feverishly. You whined when his mouth left yours only to kiss down your neck, nibbling on your skin and leaving dark red marks behind.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He mumbled as he kissed along your throat, walking the two of you back until he plopped down on the soft, velvety couch with you on his lap. You looked at him with nothing but hunger in your eyes. He looked at you and smirked; burning desire, lust and sin in his icy blue eyes.

“Likewise.” you whispered.

His hands grabbed you at your butt, firmly as he pressed you further into him. You could feel him; big and hard under you. You moved your hips against him, grinding on him out of desperation and whining in need.

He chuckled against your lips. “You’ve had me by my heart ever since you walked into my life.” He spoke as he cupped your face gently. “I never knew I could feel so deeply for someone until I met you.”

You stared into his eyes, your heart overflowing with all that you felt for him and your body burning with desire at the same time. So much so that you could no longer sit still on his lap. You needed him so bad it almost hurt.

You leaned into his touch. “I feel the same way.” You leaned closer, gently caressing the back of his neck. “Falling for you was so easy.” You felt his body tense under you.

He groaned. “Come here…” he pulled your face closer and pressed his lips to yours immediately, kissing you passionately and making your body tingle; biting your lip before shoving his tongue past your lips and kissing you like he’s famished and you’re the only thing which can satiate his profound hunger.

Next thing you knew, he pushed you down onto the couch and hovered above you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You moaned and whimpered, body squirming under his. You needed him, terribly.

Bucky’s mouth left your lips as he kissed his way down your body, undressing you in the process. Your long, flowy dress found itself on the floor as he settled himself in between your legs. His handsome face just inches away from your dripping core.

He looked hungry, and feral – a man who wanted to do bad things to you, and you were more than happy to let him do whatever he wanted. “You’re mine.” He growled before he leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

Your body felt hotter and lighter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside you as you felt his tongue stroked your most sensitive parts. “So fucking sweet…” he looked up at you and found you with your eyes shut, head thrown back in pleasure. “Look at me.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You opened your eyes and supported your upper body up with your elbows digging into the couch and you took in the sight of him in between your legs. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to him. He maintained eye contact as he licked in between your wet folds again, making you whine as he teased you. His touch was deliberately slow, pleasurably agonizing.

“Please…” you cried out, whimpering and begging him to take you already.

Your hand flew to his hair and you tugged on it gently as he flicked his tongue over your clit over and over again. His stormy blue eyes watched how you lost control under his touch; legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud until you came undone.

He kissed his way up your body again, then lifted off you for just a moment to get rid of his clothes. Once done, he was hovering over your naked body again.

“If it were up to me, I’d keep you here…” he leaned in to kiss you on the lips, “just like this, forever.” He loved the sight of you; naked, hot and squirming under him. He desperately wanted to keep you there forever and never let you go.

You giggled. “Fiend.”

He smiled as he looked down at you. “Where have you been all this time?” He leaned in to kiss you again as his hands touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and kissing your skin.

His hands slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. You moaned into the kiss; his touch was slow, and gentle and enticing but also fiery - much like himself.

You whimpered and squirmed under him, and he smirked through the kiss as he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance, pulling your legs up to wrap them around his waist. You moaned out loud as he pushed into you, your back arching off the surface of the couch. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, giving you a couple of seconds to adjust.

He grabbed both your hands, laced your fingers together with his and pinned your interlaced hands down above your head. He stared into your eyes, lips parted as he struggled to fit inside you. He had always wondered how he would feel inside you. How warm and how tight and snug you’d feel… but you felt better than he imagined.

You threw your head back, moaning. You were so full of him that even you couldn’t even form a proper thought. His lips found yours again, trying to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours. He pulled out and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to fit him inside of you.

“Come on, take all of me…” He mumbled breathlessly as he pushed deeper into you. You heard him gasp and swear under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulders; which you held on to as he pounded into you.

He bit your lips, kissed your open mouth, and shoved his tongue past your lips while he rammed into you; and you never once complained. He stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain. Your legs trembled around his waist, he thrust deeper into you; fucking you like only a god could.

Your back arched off the couch as you felt a familiar warmth washing over you. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from being too loud while he fucked you. He was relentless. The sound of his moans and grunts sent tingles dancing down your spine and you were sure that his bite left a mark.

Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the rush of excitement which coursed through him each time he felt his cock deep within you. His hand travelled all the way to your neck and he gently squeezed the side of your throat. Hard enough to make you lose your mind while he kept pounding into you incessantly.

“Fuck…” you heard a barely audible moan leave his lips as he rammed his cock in and out of you incessantly.

You felt him quicken his pace. You tightened around him, and he groaned, pounding into you; growling and mumbling swear words under his breath. You felt the pressure in between your hips grow until you couldn’t hold back anymore.

His other hand toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously rubbed the skin around your clit and made you tremble and whimper again. You moaned, craving more and more of him. With a few more strokes of his thick cock, you felt his thrust becoming irregular, and felt his cock throb against your walls. You tightened around him, feeling the burning hot need to cum grow hotter and hotter inside you until it exploded.

You came with a loud moan, gushing all around him. Bucky came right after you; buried deep within you – growling under his breath. His warm cum shot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance. You were a whimpering mess. And so was he.

He collapsed next to you. You were shaking just a little as he tucked your head under his chin and ran his soothing hand down your back; while kissing the side of your head.

“I love you too, angel.”

---

Bucky agreed on letting you go for a few days, so you could meet your mom. But he had one condition:

“My mom will freak out!” you exclaimed.

Bucky shook his head. “Mortals can’t see him as the guardian of the Underworld. Your mother will see him as just a regular dog.”

“Then how can I?”

“You’re special.” He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “You were meant to be here. To be mine.”

“Are you sure about this?” You bent down to give the excited three-headed little monster scratches.

“Absolutely.” He was sending Cerberus along with you for your safety.

You smiled at the dog and looked up at it’s master. “Alright then. When do I leave? And how?”

The god smiled. “Right now. I’ll take you.”

You smirked. “You know we can’t show up in a chariot being drawn by horses, right?”

He chuckled. “Trust me, angel. Come on, take my hand.”

You did. And the next thing you knew, all three of you were surrounded by black fog, and less than a few seconds later, you found yourself standing at the entrance of a beautiful, gated home you didn’t recognize. You looked beside you and there stood your beloved god and his trustee guardian. You realized it was night time.

“Where are we?” you looked around, not recognizing the neighborhood.

Bucky grabbed your hand in his and Cerberus’ leash in another. “Your mom’s place.” He led you to the front door and rang the bell. You were confused, but too excited to see your mom to ask any further questions.

Needless to say, your reunion with your mother was filled with tears and teary smiles and hugs. She then told you that her and your dad were no longer together and that this was her home now. She didn’t know where your dad was, and neither did she want to.

“Oh honey, who is this handsome young man?” Your mother asked, once she realized that Bucky was there too.

You went along with the story you and him had concocted before leaving the Underworld. You told your mother that Bucky was your long term boyfriend and that you ran away to him because you were in love with him and couldn’t agree to marry someone else.

“I’m gonna be away on a business trip for a couple of weeks, so I thought why not leave Y/N with you until I return. After all, she’s been wanting to see you.” Bucky spoke to your mom politely and won her over within a few minutes. The god was indeed very charming.

After leaving Cerberus in your care, Bucky parted from you at the doorstep with a long, deep kiss. “I’ll be back for you, angel. Miss me.”

You smiled, kissing him back. “I will wait. I love you.”

“I love you more. Take care.” he kissed your forehead, and left.

Leaving you behind to your mother whom you had missed, but who also had a thousand questions for you. You answered all of them, lied at most.

---

The first week went by almost too quickly. Mother-daughter quality time, gossip and all. Cerberus was a sweetheart and each morning when you woke up and saw him in the kitchen keeping your mom company, you’d freak out for a moment or two. Then you’d eventually remember that she couldn’t see him for what he truly is and you’d calm down.

By week two, the jittery feeling of being back with your mom had died down. Not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with her, but the fear of your father finding you caught you off-guard often.

It was someday during the third week of you being back with your mom that your fears hit you hard. You had a terrible nightmare where your dad was back and was trying to take you away again. It was spine-chilling to a point where even Cerberus picked up on it.

You woke up to him whining and licking your face. You sighed in relief upon seeing his heads looking down at you in worry and confusion.

“I’m okay,” you gave him some pets and he immediately curled up on the bed beside you. You snuggled beside him, caressing his fur which looked shiny thanks to the moonlight coming in through the window. “You miss your daddy, don’t you?” You saw his multiple ears perk up at that. You giggled. “I miss him too.” You give his paw a kiss.

“Well good thing daddy’s here.” You heard his voice coming from the dark shadow of your room. Cerberus jumped out of bed and was surprisingly quiet as he greeted his master with much excitement. “Hello,” Bucky greeted him, “how about you go home now? I know you’ve missed it.” One last scratch behind the ears and a snap of Bucky’s fingers later, Cerberus disappeared into black fog.

You sat up in the middle of your queen-sized bed and leaned over to light the soft, golden lamp shade by the side of your bed. You blinked in confusion. “Bucky?” You were pleasantly surprised. The soft golden light made him look almost angelic despite his signature, all black outfit.

He gave you his signature cocky smirk. “Were you expecting someone else at this odd hour, angel?”

You rushed out of bed and right into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and he kissed your hair. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too baby. You have no idea.” He pulled away and cupped your face so he could get a good look at you. He leaned down to kiss your lips, deeply. You felt warm all of a sudden.

You smiled through the kiss before pulling away, asking in a hushed tone, “How come you’re here at this time?”

“I sensed that something was wrong. You were having a nightmare, weren’t you?”

You nodded. “But I’m okay now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

You rubbed your nose against his. “Doesn’t matter, you’re here now.”

He grabbed your face and kissed you again; down your neck and along your shoulder. His stubble tickled your skin and you giggled as quietly as you could. You felt his hands caress your skin under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your breasts while he walked you back and eventually pushed you down onto your bed.

Your body tingled and burned under his warm touch, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him buried deep in you. Ever since that first night together, you craved him almost all the time. After all, he made love to you like a god.

“Do you know how hard it was, being away from you for so long?” He whispered, sounding gentle, but also demanding and hot.

Suddenly you felt all confident and sassy. “Why don’t you show me then?”

He smirked and grabbed your oversized t-shirt and tossed it over your head and somewhere behind him. The sight of your bare body underneath him made him growl. “Is this how you slept every night? Almost naked?” He whispered in your ear as his hands roamed your body, mainly toying with your breasts. “Did you touch yourself, while thinking of me? Hmm?”

You gasped and moaned just at the sound of his voice, he was barely touching you.

He pressed his mouth to yours again, impatient to just have you already. His mouth didn’t leave yours as his hand slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. His touch caused a shiver to run down your spine as you moaned through the kiss.

“Shh,” he mumbled against your lips. “Can’t have your mom find out that her daughter is being a dirty, dirty little girl for me now, can we?” He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went.

He messed with you for a little bit; stroking your walls with his fingers and making you whine. You whimpered quietly under him as he nuzzled your neck and nibbled on the skin along your throat. “Please…” you pleaded. He chuckled.

“Please what, baby?” he teased you with his fingers, keeping you on the edge.

You whined under your breath. “I need you… please…”

His lips found yours again as the two of you hurried to unbuckle his pants and he pulled it down enough to free his erected cock. He couldn’t wait any longer. “I need you too baby,” he kissed you deeply, “but I’m gonna need you to be quiet for me, okay?”

He pulled away and waited for an answer. You nodded, breathless already.

“Good girl.” He pressed his forehead against yours while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned under your breath as he did. You whimpered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

“Shh, angel.” He whispered in your ear before pounding into you like his life depended on it. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, something which had become a habit of his, as he groaned under his breath at how your body welcomed him perfectly.

You failed to form proper thoughts as he rammed into you. The sounds he made were downright sinful and you loved it so much; knowing that you had the power to make him lose his mind.

“You’re all mine, you hear me?” He mumbled. “Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered right at the shell of your ear, and you moaned quietly at how he sped up into you.

You did as he asked. You told him again and again that you were his. And no one else’s. You couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.

Bucky held you like you were the most fragile thing ever even while he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. You were a tear-stained, whimpering mess as you came around his thick cock. He came right after you, grunting and groaning under his breath.

“I love you. So much.” He whispered, kissing the side of your face to calm you down.

You smiled, breathless still. “I love you too.”

He stayed with you, in your bed long after you two were done going at it for a second time that night. You snuggled into his side, your hand lazily across his torso. “Are you gonna stay for a little longer? Have breakfast with mom and I?”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, “Won’t your mother ask how I got here?”

“I’ll tell her that you got here quite early while she was still sleeping.”

He raised his eyebrows at you rather dramatically. “Look at you lying without any shame.”

You giggled and got on top of him, straddling his waist and placed both your palms against his toned chest. “Oh the things I do for love,” You leaned down and kissed his lips with your own swollen ones.

He smiled. “Does your mom like me? As your… boyfriend?” He asked, sounding a little worried and it made you laugh because he was… him - a god, a king, ruler of the Underworld and here he was worrying about if your mom approved of him or not.

You pulled away to look into his eyes. “Yes. She likes you quite a lot actually. Who wouldn’t? You’re perfect.”

He smiled, his heart exploding at your words, as his hands caressed your exposed thighs. “I like her too. We’ll visit her every now and then, don’t worry.” he spoke and then looked around at your bedroom. “I like it here.”

You kissed him again, pouring all your love out into the kiss. You pulled away again, “Also I was thinking maybe we could go back tomorrow.”

He knew perfectly what you meant but he was dying to hear you say it. “Where to, angel?” He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

You smiled down at him, your heart exploding with just how much love you had for him.

You answered, “Home.”

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ferris wheel (g.w. & reader)

REQUEST:

"Hi! I hope you’re doing well! 💙 May I please request a George Weasley x best friends to lovers!reader where reader takes him to a carnival and she happens to be really good at the games and ends up winning him a prize and just how he would react to that and the fun things they can do? 💙 Thank you for your time and consideration! Sending you lots of love! 💙"

This is adorable and the perfect prompt to end the summer. Oh, to attend a summer fair with George freaking Weasley. Sending you lots of love back!

Summary: You, George, and the rest of the Weasley family spend the day at the summer fair. You realize there’s more to be won than just a carnival game; George’s heart is also up for grabs

Tags: Friends-to-lovers, fluff, Arthur Weasley being interested in all things muggle.

Words: 3.1k

ferris wheel (g.w. & reader)

It started out innocently enough.

It was just another routine dinner at your two weeks spent at the Burrow before the end of summer. You loved being here for numerous reasons. Firstly, there was always fun to be had whether it was playing Quidditch with Ginny and her brothers or running errands in town with Molly. Secondly, George Weasley had been your best friend since forever and it was always nice to get some time alone with him. It certainly didn’t help that over the years as he grew into his features, that your feelings for him grew as well.

You were hopeful he felt the same, but you were too shy to initiate that conversation yet.

Lastly, the Weasleys had become something like your second family. So, when Arthur began to inquire about the summer fair you attended every year in your muggle hometown, you thought nothing of it.

“Good lord,” he exclaimed. “So, the muggles play these games for a prize? And what usually is the prize?”

You were very attentive to Arthur’s questions and answered each one the best you could. George beside you, however, was starting to tire of his father’s incessant questioning about muggle life. He gave you a look that beckoned you to call for help if you wanted his father to stop, but you gave George a reassuring smile.

“A stuffed animal usually, sir,” you responded, approximating the dimensions with your hands. “About this big.”

“And there are rides?” he questioned again.

“Yes,” you nodded. “My favourite is the Ferris wheel. It’s really lovely at night.”

Arthur’s eyes twinkled.

“What do you say we make a day trip tomorrow, Weasleys?” he exclaimed, turning to Molly who was preparing dessert on the counter. “Nothing important to do anyway!”

The nine of you set off early next morning, climbing the grassy hill behind the Burrow to the nearest portkey. Arthur led the way with Molly who had risen early to prepare a hearty breakfast and lunch for the day. She tucked in numerous bacon sandwiches and refreshments in a bag that she’d cast an extendable charm on. You walked alongside George who was beside Fred. Ron was in the back with Ginny, Harry and Hermione. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day: clear skies and the rising sun promising it was going to be a hot one.

“You’ve really taken over Harry’s role in explaining these muggle things to dad,” George remarked, considerately matching your pace. Him and his entire family had taken to wearing muggle clothes to disguise themselves at the fair. And if you were being honest, you couldn’t keep your eyes off George. You glanced up at him as he pushed back his red hair to keep cool in the heat. The nape of his neck was covered by a collared shirt and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He looked so handsome, and you couldn’t believe you’d get a whole day with him at one of your favourite places in the world.

“I don’t mind it,” you shrugged, forcing yourself to look back at the grass. “I’m sure you’ll like it too, George.”

“Of course he will, (Y/N),” Fred piped up with a mischievous smile. “Plenty of attractions, but only one to catch his—ow!”

George gave Fred a quick jab with his elbow before he could finish his sentence. Fred, however, recovered quickly and flashed you a wink. Writing it as a typical Fred-Weasley-gesture to be filed away and ignored, you continued your walk to the portkey.

When you arrived at the entrance of the fairgrounds, Molly was insistent that all her children be doused in sunscreen.

“You’ll burn!” she scolded as she wiped sunscreen on Ron who’d turned chalk white from his mother’s ministrations. When she was satisfied, she turned to your group.

“Well, Ron and Ginny will be in good hands with Hermione and Harry, won’t they?” said Molly. Hermione nodded.

“(Y/N), make sure Fred and George don’t get into too much trouble,” she added, throwing a warning glance at her sons. They just smiled back.

“I’ll do my best!” you promised.

“Excellent,” she said, linking arms with her husband. “We’ll meet back here for lunch.”

You walked in the opposite direction of the others and set off to your first destination – something that caught George’s eye. It was a carnival game the boasted high hoops, basketballs and an array of gigantic stuffed animals overhead.

“You weren’t joking about the size of these things,” Fred remarked.

“Are they really that impressive?” you questioned incredulously. “You could just enchant them and make them bigger.”

“But it’s more impressive to win one of these, no?” George questioned, looking at a young couple who’d just claimed a small prize.

“Why not give it a go, dear brother?” suggested Fred, already paying the booth attendant. “Show some chivalry. Win one for (Y/N).”

“If she has enough confidence in me,” George said with a grin.

“You know I do,” you responded, lining up behind George. “But it’s a little different than Quidditch.”

The three of you assembled beside each other and waited for the timer to start.

“You have one minute to score as many hoops as you can. A perfect score nets the biggest prize,” the attendant explained, pointing to the stuffed animal above her. “Anything less and you’ll be choosing from the middle row.”

When the buzzer went off, the three of you began shooting as quickly as you could. Years and years of experience playing and learning just how the hoops had been rigged put you ahead of Fred and George by at least eight points already.

“You’ve jinxed this!” exclaimed George, who was having terrible luck.

“Clearly!” you retorted in a whisper, nearly rolling your eyes. “Don’t you think I would’ve been expelled already if I was using magic at a muggle carnival?”

“No way you can be so good at this,” he exclaimed, picking up a basketball and attempting another throw. The ball rebounded off the ring of the hoop and landed on the floor. Fred was having slightly better luck than his twin brother, getting a few shots in.

“So much for being on the Quidditch team,” you joked, effortlessly sinking another few shots. “They might kick you off this year after your performance today.”

“That would be a tragedy for you,” he chuckled. He set his basketball down, evidently giving up on the game and instead, mimed holding a bat as if he was back on the field. “You can’t keep your eyes off me at those games, darling.”

At his words, you fumbled and missed your last shot.

“George—” you held your hands to your mouth and looked up at the scoreboard, “you messed me up!”

“So, it’s true?” he laughed. “I wouldn’t have expected such a reaction otherwise.”

You went silent. Saying yes would admit your true feelings for him, and saying no would be a lie, and you didn’t want George to think you didn’t fancy him at all.

“We were so close to getting the grand prize.” You groaned as the buzzer rang again, indicating time was up. You went up to the booth attendant, who offered you a selection of stuffed animals. You picked up a modestly-sized teddy bear and offered it to George.

“That's for me?” He raised an eyebrow. It really was adorable, what you chose and the fact you had decided to give it to him. But he was slightly disappointed he couldn’t be the one to win it for you.

“Yes!” you said with a smile. “So you can remember my exceptional talents at basketball.”

The rest of the early afternoon was spent perusing more stands in hopes of winning the grand prize. You, Fred, and George attempted archery, shooting targets with water guns, and whack-a-mole until your pockets felt a whole lot lighter. While you showed mastery at dexterity games, the twins had shown they were exceptionally skilled at the high-striker. Even the attendant had commented he’d never seen such sheer strength. You reckoned it was from beating bludgers in Quidditch. They picked up another few prizes to add to your collection.

When you’d begun to feel hungry, you headed back to the meeting spot suggested by Mrs. Weasley. On the grass under the shade, she distributed the sandwiches she wrapped in parchment paper. The tea she’d packed, thanks to magic, had managed to stay icy cold in her bag. And to compliment the meal, she offered some fresh peaches she’d gotten at a fruit stand.

“You’ve got something here,” George said. He used his thumb to wipe off a crumb off your lip. His hand lingered a little too long on your cheek. You felt a flutter in your chest as his fingers grazed your skin. You felt your eyes being drawn to his lips and wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

“We ought to try some sweets from these muggle stands while we’re here,” Arthur suggested to his wife, who nodded in agreement.

“Let me help you, Mr. Weasley,” you offered, quickly getting up, thoroughly flustered by what had transpired between you and George.

You looked at the array of choices on the chalkboard with Arthur, making comments of what your favourites were over the years. You didn’t notice George’s tender gaze on you. Your kindness and how well you got along with his family was really taking a toll on his heart. Merlin, how much he wanted to make you his girlfriend right here and now.

“You’re smitten,” teased Fred, breaking George’s focus on you. “It’s almost disgusting, Georgie.”

“What?” asked George, looking back at Fred. He was sure Fred, being his twin brother, was cognizant of his feelings towards you without him having to state them.

“You better tell her how you feel, mate,” warned Fred. “Or I will.”

“Not if I tell Angelina about you first,” George cautioned with a smirk, unwrapping his sandwich. Fred laughed and dropped the conversation quickly, letting George have this one.

After Molly’s delicious lunch had been thoroughly appreciated, more sunscreen had been slathered on her children, and all your winnings stuffed into her bag, you were ready to take on the rest of the day. You were expecting Fred to come with you, but he was more interested in showing Ginny something he’d seen at a stand. This left you with George for the rest of the afternoon which was nothing to complain about.

When you re-entered the carnival, the tallest attraction caught George’s eye – the Drop Tower. “Let’s have a go at this one.”

“A little high, isn’t it?” you whispered.

“(Y/N),” said George, shaking his head. He pulled you by the hand. “We’ve flown much higher. This is nothing.”

“It’s different, though,” you rebutted, trying to pull George back. “You never know when it’s going to drop!”

“A little surprise isn’t a bad thing,” he said. Ultimately, you surrendered and followed George to the queue.

When you were seated, you clenched onto the safety restraint, fingers digging into the leather.

“You’re looking pale,” remarked George, who was perfectly unaffected by the height as the ride ascended. “Will this help?” He asked and extended his hand towards you.

When you threw him a perplexed glance, he clarified, “take my hand.”

George endured your iron-clad grip all the way up. It was tauntingly slow. You looked like you were about to hurl as you watched your feet dangle in the air. George squeezed your hand in gentle bouts, which helped your unease.

“The people look like ants,” you commented as you looked down at the ground at the specks of people and colourful tent-tops. The ride had begun to spin around at the top, giving you a panoramic view of the fair.

“It sure is nice up here,” he said coolly. As he looked down at the numerous attractions and stands, he was beginning to fully appreciate a muggle carnival; it was magical in its own right and he understood why you liked it so much.

“It sure—AH!”

Suddenly, you were hurled downwards. You could feel the knots in your stomach from the sudden force. You screamed while George let out a whoop, clearly enjoying the fall. In mere seconds, the ride came to a gentle stop on the ground.

When the safety mechanisms unlocked, George was quick to help you up on your feet.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, guiding you to the exit.

“Quite dizzy, if I’m being honest,” you said, grabbing onto the fence. It felt like the ground was spinning and you could fall at any moment.

“Easy,” George murmured as he caught you. He wrapped his arms tightly around you to steady you from behind. You could feel his breath by your neck and his skin on yours. This was so comfortable; you’d never had such a long hug from him. “You alright now?”

“Yeah,” you said, hiding the blush on your face. You were almost reluctant to let go of his embrace. “Much better. Thanks, Georgie.”

“Come on, then,” he said, taking your hand and spinning you around so you could face him. Your bodies were pressed close together and any passerby surely would’ve thought you were on a date. George looked at a nearby ice-cream stand. “Maybe a treat will help.”

When dusk had fallen on the fairgrounds, one attraction drew the lot of you – the Ferris wheel. Standing proudly in the sky and shining brilliantly, it seemed like the perfect way to cap off the night. How lovely it’d be to be alone with George in the sky, you thought, kissing him on the apex of the ride.

“Four in a carriage,” explained the attendant as he slowly began to let people on.

Arthur and Molly entered theirs and the attendant shut the door after. They were followed by the trio of Harry, Hermione and Ron. When it came to you four, you came to the sinking realization you wouldn’t get the picture-perfect ending you wanted. You wondered if you saw a look of disappointment in George’s eyes too or if it was something you hoped he felt.

You and George sat down beside each other. Fred and Ginny, however, remained standing.

“Aren’t you coming on?” you asked.

“Nope, gotta take care of the little one,” responded Fred, smiling smugly with his arms crossed. Ginny just shrugged her shoulders at her old brother’s antics. “Have fun.”

The attendant shut the doors and off you and George went. He was uncharacteristically quiet and was nothing like the George you knew minutes ago.

“I can’t believe they ditched us like that,” you joked nervously, trying to break the silence.

“Yeah.” George looked downright gloomy.

“Er,” you continued. “Did you have a nice day?”

“Suppose so,” he said. “Could’ve been better.”

“Oh.” You fiddled with your bright paper wristband, a look of dejection crossing your face. “Sorry you didn’t enjoy it.”

“No, the day was perfect,” affirmed George. His jaw tightened. “I was just—” he looked out the window at the neon lights underneath him, “—hoping it would’ve ended better.”

“Is there something else you wanted to do?” you suggested with a frown. “I know the lack of magic makes everything less exciting, but I was hoping we’d make a day out of it.”

You felt short of breath and felt awful George didn’t have a good time. It seemed that he did based on everything you’d done together, unless somehow, you’d completely misinterpreted him. He seemed to like spending time with you, as evidenced by his hug to his gentle touches to his lingering gazes.

You felt like you could cry; maybe he didn’t like you in the way you thought he did.

“No, (Y/N),” he said. “I loved spending the day with you, but I hated spending it as just friends.”

You remained silent, processing his words. All you could hear was your heartbeat and the mechanical creaks of the Ferris wheel.

George was the one to speak up this time. “Look, I’ve liked you for a while now. And I didn’t think it was possible to like you more,” he stared into your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction, “but after today—”

You put your hand on his.

“I like you too, Georgie.”

George let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding. A smile re-appeared on his face shortly after. “Really?”

“Really. As more than a friend.”

The ride stopped at its peak height, giving you a marvelous view of the purple sky.

“Can I help you end the day better, then?” you asked, a dash of courage consuming you. You leaned in closer to him and looked up at him then down at his lips.

“Sure,” he said. George placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. He smelt like a pleasant mix of caramel corn, sugar, and fading sunscreen – all the makings of a perfect day at the fair.

You closed your eyes and felt George’s lips on yours. It was everything both of you had ever dreamed of. The kiss was tender, but just strong enough to let you know that George had been pining for you for a while now. You felt the same knots in your stomach as you had on the drop tower, but this time, you welcomed it.

When you pulled apart, you saw the biggest grin on George’s face. It was an infectious sight because you were smiling just as wide.

“We’ll come back next year,” you affirmed, nuzzling into George’s neck as the Ferris wheel began to descend. “As a couple.”

“No doubt about it,” he agreed. “I’ll win that bloody stuffed animal for you next time.”

“Oh, no need,” you said. “You’ve won already.”

“Have I now, love?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “You’ve won me over.”

George laughed, taking your hand in his and planting another kiss on your forehead. “I suppose there’s no better prize than that.”

You spent the rest of the ride securely in George’s arms. You could hear his heartbeat as you lay on his chest. What a wonderful way to end this summer and to start a new school year, you thought.

As the Ferris wheel finished its rotations and you were let back down, Mrs. Weasley announced it was time to head home. You and George walked slowly behind the pack who was chattering animatedly about the day. Shyly, you reached out for George’s hand. He was more than happy to take it. You walked the rest of the way to the portkey with his fingers intertwined in yours.

You took one glance back at the glowing fairgrounds with a smile. You were definitely looking forward to coming back next year.

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milkbaer · 3 years

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Eye of the Storm | Part 2

Summary: It was true, Nikolai might indeed be a fool but he just couldn’t let go of you.

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Tidemaker fem!Reader

Warning: angst (don’t worry there’s fluff)

Wordcount: 5.7k

A/N: Again, thank you so, so much @sumsebien bien for your help and input! It helped me a lot 😊 I promise, this one isn’t as heart-breaking.

Your heart felt like collapsing, imploding and crumbling into pieces. This wasn’t a good idea, it couldn’t be, it was the most stupid thing you’d ever agreed to, and yet your body felt like all its butterflies would lift you up in the air. But he was a prince and you Grisha. This – this wouldn’t work. Hesitating your fingers still lingered on the cords of your stays, contemplating if this was the right thing to do, if you really wanted it.

You heard the splashing of water and a loud, cheerful yell. Quickly you turned around to see the tsarevich’s butt disappear in the chill water of the lake. Even for a summer day, especially when it had been rather hot, the water felt cold. It was both damned and refreshing. Undressed to your stays and chemise you still stood there on the shore, watching mesmerized the prince diving into the water. Nikolai emerged with a loud and excited yell. Pushing the damp hair out of his face he saw you standing there where you stood before. He wanted to see you here in the water, with him. But his adolescent mind had him making ogly eyes at you standing there at the moonlight shore in nothing but your stays and chemise. Claiming that he had never wanted to know what was under the kefta would have been a big fat lie. But seeing you now, all he thought was that it was much better than everything he had imagined.

“Did the tidemaker become a chickenmaker?” He teased you with a grin, it wasn’t the best he had to offer but it had come quickly.

“Shut up! I’m still contemplating!” You told him. If someone were to tell you that one day you would be skinny dipping with a prince, you would never have believed them. Never would you’ve thought to fall in love with a prince and he with you. You didn’t even know how it happened. One second, you hadn’t a clue who the tsarevich was and the next he stuck to you like glue.

“About swimming with a prince?” Nikolai grinned, taking some strokes towards the shore.

“About swimming with a fool.”

“Many would die just to go swimming with me. Let alone swimming with me naked to go skinny dipping with me, you know. I’m quite popular and very charming, or so I heard,” he said, grin never leaving his face. If you’d asked him, he would gladly watch you step into the water with your chemise and after, to prevent you from freezing and catching a cold, he would wrap you into his shirt and coat.

“They must’ve told you lies then!” But he was indeed very charming and handsome, and kind. You looked at him, a golden spot in the silver water. Truly he was storybook material, even more than any fairytale could wish for. Gnawing on your lower lip, thinking more about how much you wanted this rather than if it was a good idea, you slowly untied the strings of your chemise. Finally, Nikolai heard the words he had been waiting for. “Turn around and don’t look!”

With a happy smile he did as you asked. “I wouldn’t even dare, moya milaya!”

Cheeks burning hot, not only from the mere thought of approaching him naked as a newborn, you threw your stays onto the ground, next to your kefta. And when the chemise hit your ankles, you made a run for the water, hissing when your toes sunk into the cool. When Nikolai heard the familiar sound of moving through the water and your hisses and giggles, he couldn’t help but smile. Never had his grin been wider. And never had he been more anxious. He felt like heart would explode that very second.

“May I look now?” Nikolai grinned, turning around before he got an answer. His smile fell when he saw nothing but the shimmering water of the lake. Where were you? Surely you must be in the water, but he saw nothing. The moment the prince decided to dive down himself he heard you gasp for air behind him. Relieved and happier than getting his favourite dessert he watched you looking for him, frantically calling for him. Grinning devilishly, he thought about playing a game with you, which would fall short as soon as you brushed all your hair out of your eyes. But he did it anyway.

“Marco.”

“Nikolai?” You turned into his direction, still blind like a bat.

“You’ve to say Polo, not Nikolai. But I like hearing you say my name, love.” He knew it was very wanton of him saying all these things as a teen. Speaking of love was probably to early but whatever he felt with you, he didn’t want to let it go.

“Ha ha, very funny.” As soon as you could see again, you saw everything except him. Nikolai had sounded so close, but that bastard dived down. Maybe you should just wait and dip your head back when his breath would get short, and he emerges again. It would be fun, a fun little game. But instead of waiting, you dived down looking for him. Diving with your eyes open wasn’t the most pleasant experience but it allowed you to see Nikolai, all of him – maybe too much of him. But he also looked beautiful, more than he did on land. His blond hair, glistening and floating in the water, looked like liquid gold. Nikolai looked like a saint with a golden halo. Like a saint that was giving you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen.

Never ever had Nikolai seen a real siren or mermaid. He heard of them in stories knowing that they weren’t real. Even the fish people of Fjerda sounded unreal to him. Never did he understood how brazen privateers and adventurers could be lured and lurked by the simple sound and beauty of sirens. But when he saw you, floating in the water, hair loose and swirling around, simply looking like the most beautiful thing he has ever witnessed, he believed that the tales were true. You weren’t a soldier, you weren’t grisha. You were a mermaid that could lure him to his doom, and he would gladly, knowingly follow.

Motioning with your finger to pop up Nikolai nodded and followed you to surface. You both gasped for air and you gladly took the chill of the summer night. Taking in some moments of tranquility, enjoying the night air and the calming sound of the lake, you heard Nikolai approaching. For some reasons you didn’t feel like facing him yet. Not after what you’d ve seen under the water. But you didn’t need to.

One moment Nikolai was roughly a meter away and the other he’s cupping your cheek, meeting your lips in a wet and hungry kiss. His lips tasted different through the sweet lake’s water. Surprised you moaned into the kiss, your hands desperately searching for something to hold. You wouldn’t drown and yet if you didn’t grasp him, it felt like you would.

Never had he kissed you like that before. Kisses often had been sloppy, short and sweet. Even the one where Nikolai had stolen you into the dark corner of the hallway, kissing you desperately like his life depended on it, tousling your hair and pressing into you, felt different. You two were too young to know that real love was. But this kiss? It felt like he was pouring all his love and adoration, and something ungraspable into it.

Both panting for air, the embrace had felt like a good eternity, you expected him to grin. Nikolai always smiled after kissing you. He didn’t, not this time. All he did was pant and stare, lips red and lightly swollen, golden strands sticking to his face. You couldn’t bring yourself to smile either.

“You look beautiful,” he breathed, unable to say more. His brain felt like it had been shut down. You wanted to say the same about him, Nikolai deserved it, he looked amazing himself. The image of his golden hair floating around him and his smile, you couldn’t forget it. But instead of telling him you caught his lips in a loving, but far lighter kiss. It had been short and sweet, and nothing like the kiss you shared moments before. Your lips lingered over his, ready to embrace them a second time.

“Do you tell that every girl you meet?” Knowing how sincere he was you hated yourself for asking this. It just slipped. Plus, he was a prince and like he said, no one would refuse going skinny dipping with him. Why should you be the first? You hated yourself for suddenly thinking so lowly of him. It was like your friends’ words, who had warned you falling for a prince, got to your brain.

“No, just myself every morning.”

“So, you have never done this before?” You asked, hesitating.

Nikolai grinned, brushing his lips against yours. “Oh no, I have. Dominik and I sometimes go for a swim here.

“Y/N I – I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone, but you and I don’t want to.”

He kissed you again. It was different from the first one, different from the ones in the hallway. His fingers brushed some wet strands out of your face only to push some of them back seconds later. Like yours, his fingers didn’t know what to do, where to go or what to grasp. It was a mess, but he wanted to show you, to express something he had never felt before. Was this love? He had no idea. But what he felt with you, for you, he wanted you to know and feel that way. Forever.

. . .

Saying that you were confused was a kind understatement. One moment, you drowned the only person you’ve ever loved and the next you began to fall asleep. You weren’t dead, even though you should be. Neither were you in shackles. A stupid decision considering you were on a ship and surrounded by water. Your body was aching, which must have come from laying on the hard wooden floors for hours, maybe days. But when you watched a tear, and another, followed by more, falling to the ground, hitting the rigid stone floor you slowly realized that you weren’t on a ship anymore. Unless the ship had cells made of stone.

Your back was aching, as was your heart mourning the decisions you had made, mourning the death of your love, mourning him. In your mind, you saw him drowning again, swallowed by rage and pain. It was necessary you told yourself, well, you lied. But your heart was hurting so much. You hated yourself. He might not have cared for you but … you did for him, still, after all this time.

Hot tears streamed over your cheeks, dripping onto the ground. What was happening? Were you on a ship, on the ground? Were you dead? You didn’t know.

“I hope those tears are for me.”

Dazed, your head shot up to see the blonde prince you thought you had killed. Perched on a barrel, head resting in his hand, he watched you, probably the whole time. You angrily wiped your tears away, but they didn’t stop coming. Seeing him made your heart race and your head spin.

How was that possible? He’s supposed to be dead.

“It’s almost like The Princess and the Barbarian isn’t it?” Nikolai said, getting up from his barrel to crouch in front of your cell. His face looked grim, and his eyes told of his pain. You wondered how he had survived and whether he had watched you all this time. “Only less fun.”

“Where am I?” You asked, having the slight suspicion that you might be on land. Some place where you shouldn’t be. Some place that meant death for you.

“Os Alta.”

You were in the palace cells? They dragged you all the way from the True Sea to Os Alta? Asleep? You didn’t like this feeling, knowing you had been unconscious for weeks among people who wished to kill you. “You dragged me to the capital? For what? To see me hanged in front of the king?”

Truly you were a coward. Killing was remorseful but you did it, you risked killing your love. You did it, or so you thought. But getting killed yourself? The thought of a noose around your neck, fire scorching your skin, or a sword driven into your heart scared you. It was what you deserved; you knew that. But you didn’t want to die.

“Why didn’t you just let me die? Why drag me all the way here to kill me?” You wept.

The tears didn’t even think of running dry, they just kept coming, making your cheeks all wet, sticky and hot. Nikolai stretched his arm through the bars, but you were too far away for him. He couldn’t even catch a strand of hair if he wanted to.

“Why didn’t you kill me at the sea? Your crew should’ve killed me on that ship!” You cried, sniffling and hiccupping in the process. Nikolai’s lips were sealed, and they stayed that way, watching you weep on the cell’s floor. Seeing you cry wasn’t a nice view. It wasn’t romantic or beautiful, it was ugly and gruesome.

Through your tears, you watched him get up. You expected him to leave, to let you cry alone in the king’s prison, waiting for you death. Instead, you watched him do the opposite. Silent he walked through the cell. You backed away, back hitting the wall when he came to crouch down for you.

“You’re right. I should’ve killed you,” he finally said. “That would’ve been the smart thing to do.”

“Then why didn’t you?” You whispered.

“Looks like people were right. I’m not as smart as I thought.” Nikolai showed you the faintest hint of a smile.

“I can’t watch you cry,” he suddenly said, reaching out to cup your cheeks, only for you to flinch. He hesitated and waited for you to slowly give in the touch. And when you did, allowing for him to hold your head, his thumb gently wiped your tears away. “Even now, it pains me more than it should.”

Your lips quivered, your heart racing, you didn’t know what to do. It would’ve been easier if he hated you, you did after what you’d done. It all would’ve been easier if you didn’t love him still. But your heart was longing for him and there was nothing that you could do.

“And I can’t watch you die.”

Nikolai caught you by surprise, his lips did. His one hand followed the other, cupping your cheeks, keeping you in place and pushing you towards him. His lips were dry, chapped even, and the kiss desperate but intense. It reminded you of the time where he kissed you in the shadows of the hallway. But this kiss wasn’t full of love and adoration, it was all pain and grief. Nikolai’s lips caught yours again and again, kissing you senseless, as if he had to make sure that you were real. Either he was afraid of you being nothing but a ghost or he made up for all the years he didn’t taste your lips. They tasted like salt, a flavour he was willing to take if it meant for you to stop crying.

Nikolai gasped for air, mumbling stupid apologies. “I’m sorry. Forgive me, I shouldn’t have …”

Your mind was gone. Simply gone. But your heart was aching for more, not caring for his excuses. Nikolai didn’t seem to care either. He mumbled all these words, close to yours lips, but he couldn’t contain himself. His lips caught yours yet again before he even realized it. Afterwards he kissed your cheeks, desperately trying to dry your tears.

“Nikolai,” you breathed, pushing him away gently. “You–We can’t. We can’t do this, I tried to kill you. I almost killed you.”

“But you wouldn’t do it again. I know you and even if you would, that’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he said, still holding onto you until you pushed him away further. “Maybe you’d do it for Ravka, but I’d do the same.”

You looked him in the eyes, hazel but full of hope and sorrow. Did he really long for you, yearned the way you did for him? But you could do this. You were his prisoners, his murderer. “No, Nikolai, you don’t understand. I tried to kill you.”

“And yet, you didn’t succeed. I’m standing before you, handsome and smart as ever, as you can see.” He winked at you but that only made you angry.

“How can you still love me after all that I’ve done?” You asked him, sounding angry and desperate, ready to shed more tears.

The prince shrugged. “I just do,” he said, a rueful smile on his lips. “It’s hard to resist you.”

“Stop!” You cried. “Why are you all doing this? You know I deserve the most gruesome death for what I did. I committed treason, I betrayed you. There’s no way out, we can’t change the past Nikolai!”

His ease wavered, fading away. He looked like the man outside of your cell, before he kissed you, grim and heartbroken. “You’re not my prisoner. Call me a fool or whatever you please. I’m not going to kill you.”

“You’re a fool.” But so were you.

. . .

How long have you been waiting? One year? Two? You lost count of the days Nikolai had been gone. One day you laid in bed together, dreaming about what the future had in store for you, and the next he was gone. You knew he would eventually go to study in Ketterdam. But he had vanished without a word, without a letter. It was like Nikolai had never existed. How long and hard had you cried that day? You could hardly recall. All you knew was that you kept your eyes westbound. Somewhere there, somewhere beyond the western coastline of Ravka was Nikolai.

After that day, your friends began hating their tsarevich, feeling vindicated in their beliefs of him toying with you. Even though he was of noble blood they called him a bastard, telling you that you were better off without him. He probably already had another lover, telling them the exact same lies as he told you. But you couldn’t stop praying for his safety and well-being. You couldn’t stop wishing for him to come back.

When you heard the shuffling of feet behind you, your heart leaped in your chest. But when you turned around you didn’t see the warm face of the man you longed for. Standing behind you was your general. You had no idea what he was doing here, had he looked for you or was this all an accident? General Kirigan had never really talked with you. Your skills had never really been of importance to him.

“My general?” You asked him faintly, not really knowing what else to say. It probably was all an accident, and he just came here to admire the view, not to talk to you. How embarrassing.

General Kirigan settled himself beside you, staring into the width without looking at you once. It must have been pure coincidence then. Not that you felt like talking with him in general. “Are we admiring the view or crying about lost love?”

His words shocked you and when he turned to you, dark, depthless eyes staring into your own, you were at a loss for words. How should you respond to that? You gaped at him, General Kirigan, most powerful Grisha of Ravka, and you could do nothing else but stare at him like a dumb fish.

Did he know?

How did he know?

Kirigan stared back into the opens, not really focusing on anything. “He won’t come back.”

That snapped you out of your daze. You felt rage bubbling up, how dare he say something like this? Sure, Nikolai hadn’t visited or written for years now, but how dare he? Even as your general he had no right to say something like that. “You’ve no right to say that.”

“Oh?” He merely glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. “You surprise me Y/N. You truly do.– Never have I thought for you to be so foolish. You disappoint me.”

You froze.

“He’s a stupid little prince, not fit for a Grisha.”

Never would you’ve suggested that Nikolai wouldn’t be fit for you but rather you were no match for him. Still grasping for the last bits of love and the idea of him returning to you, you burst. “You have no right to speak about him like that! Nikolai is one of the smartest people I know! You don’t know him; not like I do. So don’t speak of him as if you do!”

Surprised, brows raised, Kirigan faced you again. Truly he hadn’t expected for you to be that stupid. But it was nice to see that after two years, you were still trapped in the claws of this star-crossed love. Foolish little tidemaker.

The way he stared at you, dark eyes eating you up, swallowing you into a puddle of nothingness and obscurity, scared you. What you did had been a mistake, clearly. You shouldn’t lash out at him – but … Nikolai. Even as your general, if Nikolai didn’t love you anymore and had forgotten about you, he had no right to say these words.

“Oh, you think I’ve no right?” He said, dangerously low and brooding. For probably being enraged he was eerie calm and it scared you. “You think I know nothing?” He breathed, eyes swallowing you fully, letting you drown in their abyss.

Always you had respected your general but never had you feared him, not like today. Your heart was racing, feeling like it would combust any second. You didn’t dare to breathe.

“You think I am a fool, like you?”

Suddenly he was coming closer, and you were frozen to the ground, unable to escape. Your general was standing before you, far too close and yet you did nothing, except for shaking and drowning in his eyes. If Nikolai was a too clever fox, Kirigan was a hungry wolf, and you were nothing but the stupid prey.

Kirigan’s fingers were digging into your cheeks, holding you in place. You whimpered at the sudden pain. “You know that the problem with wanting is?” He whispered, hot breath fanning your ear. As if he expected an answer from you, he made a pause, even though you couldn’t really do that. “It makes us weak. And I don’t want you to be weak.”

“You better forget him.” Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. I know you’re better than that. Wake up, darling. He’s never coming back. Not for Ravka, not for you.”

Tears began forming but you didn’t want them to run, you didn’t want to cry in front of him. “He doesn’t know how it is to be Grisha. He doesn’t know your pain. He doesn’t know you,” he whispered dangerously low into your ear. “But I do. And unlike him, I can make you powerful. You can have anything, Y/N and you deserve everything.”

. . .

It felt weird sleeping in your own bed after you had laid in a cell, where you technically belonged. Nikolai said you weren’t his prisoner, but you couldn’t go back to normal. Even if he forgave you, which he apparently did, you couldn’t forgive yourself.

Not yet.

Maybe never.

Even worse, your mind was a mess, unclear of what to think. You should feel more than happy that Nikolai accepted you with open arms, visiting you every day, looking like he did when you were freshly in love. But your mind wandered back to him, the Darkling. He was different from Nikolai. He used to be your mentor, not your lover. You feared him, and yet he made you a better Grisha, a powerful tidemaker. And yet, you were thinking of going back. If he was alive, he either thought of you as dead or traitorous. But could you really just go back? Honestly you didn’t know if you wanted to but staying here didn’t feel right either.

A knock on your door interrupted your troubled mind. You sat upright in your bed expecting either servants or Nikolai, since they were the only ones who visited you these days. Not even your friends came to greet you, but it wasn’t like you felt ready to face them all. Nikolai peaked inside, grinning like a cheeky schoolboy ready to play the biggest prank of his life. “Are you ready for your daily dose of handsomeness?” He asked, winking at you. But when he came closer, seeing the expression on your face, his mood dropped.

Nikolai plopped himself onto your bed, taking your hands in his, stroking it gently with love. “You’re not my prisoner,” he said.

You sighed, if it was only that. “I know,” you said. You weren’t his prisoner. You were your own prisoner. Deep inside you were glad that he still loved you and didn’t hand you over to death. But it felt weird roaming these halls freely knowing that you’ve done.

He eyed you intensively, brows scrunched in concentration, maybe your face would tell him what was troubling you. The whole prison-thing wasn’t all, and it didn’t take long for him to decipher it. “That’s not the only thing,” he mumbled, more to himself than you. Nikolai knew you for years, he could read your face like an open book. His brows shot up in disbelief, you couldn’t be serious. “You’re thinking about him?”

Averting your eyes, you remained silent. Even the smallest notion of returning to the general felt like a bad idea and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe switching sides to the dark forces was what you deserved.

“Are you thinking of returning to him?” Nikolai asked, letting out a choked laugh.

He let out a shaky sigh, running his finger through his blonde hair. Suddenly the cheeky schoolboy, the glorious prince was gone. Sitting with slumped shoulders, Nikolai looked awfully defeated, as if he had just lost a fight to the Darkling. In a sense, he did. Taking you away, far away and letting you rest and rethink everything made him think that you had returned to your senses, that the tables had turned. That you committed treason out of spite and not true belief. He thought the day in the cell, your talk, your kiss had made you change your mind. But what a fool he had been.

The Darkling had won. He hadn’t got hold of Ravka but to something even more dear to Nikolai.

You.

“If you want to go back to him, if it’s what you truly desire, I will let you go. I won’t stop you,” he said. The pain in his voice made your heart ache and the miserable look on his face didn’t help to soothe the pain. “But answer this truthfully, did he ever care about you the way I did?”

No, Kirigan, the Darkling had been your general. Nikolai had been your love. Did he care deeply for the Grisha? Probably, more than any nobleman or king ever did. He saw you as a soldier, nurtured the talent in you and made you a powerful tidemaker. You weren’t the best, but he had made you stronger. However, you couldn’t compare him to Nikolai. Kirigan had never been your lover.

You simply didn’t know what to say.

Nikolai sighed at your silence, believing that all was lost. He lost you to a maniac and yet he couldn’t be angry with you, not even when you faced him with the desire to kill him. “The Darkling doesn’t care if you make it out dead or alive. For him, you’re just another pawn to spend.” To avoid looking at you he stared at the ceiling, tracing the molding with his eyes. “He never came for you. Not once, all the way to Os Alta. I doubt he cares the way I do.”

You hadn’t noticed the tears that began to well in your eyes or the ones running down your cheeks. “Don’t act like you’re the saint here Nikolai. You left me too and never came back for me, you remember? You left me without a word. Not even leaving a stupid card did you leave me! No words, no letters! Nothing!” You cried. All of the anger, sadness and false hope bottled all the years inside of you, securely stored away, exploded like a volcano.

“I never wanted to leave you!” He cried. Nikolai couldn’t stand watching you cry, it broke him. But then the fury in his eyes vanished as quickly as it came. The young prince scrunched his brows in confusion; he didn’t understand what you just said, accused him of. No letters? This couldn’t be true, he remembered writing to you almost daily as a “student” in Ketterdam, even as a privateer. “What do you mean? I left you a letter at your door, I wrote to you every day.”

"You never wrote to me.”

“I did write. It was you, who never–” Suddenly it became clear to him, the sudden departure for Ketterdam, the lost letter, you never writing to him – it all seemed to make sense. Like it had been planned for a long time. But for what? To get rid of the second heir to the throne? To play cruel games with the heart of a young girl? To hurt the bastard prince? But why? It wasn’t like Nikolai was a threat to him, not at the time he was sent to study in Ketterdam.

“I don’t understand it yet but he’s smarter than I thought.” Nikolai shook his head in disbelief, leaving you confused. Seeing the puzzled look on your face he began explaining his theory to you. He couldn’t give you a reason but the Darkling hat it all planned long ago: Sending Nikolai away, making you one of his weapons and him one step closer to the throne. Nikolai had no clear proof for it but looking at recent history it wasn’t so far-fetched.

“He wanted me dead.” Nikolai didn’t say you. To him you weren’t the assassin you believed yourself to be, and it did warm your heart but there wasn’t a chance you’d forget the words you’d thrown at him. “He used you to kill me,” he sneered, cherishing more and more the wish to kill that man with his own hands.

“But why me?” You asked him, not yet understanding your role in all of this. You weren’t important to the throne. Actually, you weren’t important at all, just another Grisha in the Second Army. Without your connection to the prince, you were nothing but average.

Nikolai squeezed your hand lightly, making you look at him with your puffy eyes. “He didn’t want my blood on his hands. It is easier for his plan if you’re the one who kills me, betraying the Tsar, the Royal family and Ravka … who knows what would’ve happened to you if you succeeded.” Maybe execution had lain in your future? He didn’t want to think about it. Unseen he took a deep breath before putting on a smile and patting your hand light-heartedly. “Too bad he didn’t predict that you simply can’t resist my charm.”

Nikolai had hoped to loosen the mood with that, but you were still stuck on finding your role in the whole mess. “Why me?” you asked him. “I’m of no importance to the throne.”

Scoffing, Nikolai looked like you had said the most obnoxious and insulting thing he had ever heard, and the prince had heard a lot in his young life.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? It’s the truth.”

“Don’t you know how important you are to me?” Your mouth opened to say anything, but you were unable to form any coherent thought. Pressing a gentle kiss to your hand didn’t make it any better. “I can’t picture anyone by my side but you.”

“Nikolai …”

“It’s the truth. Since the night at the lake, I knew one day I would make you the princess you were always meant to be.” Your heart felt like it was collapsing, and new tears began to build in your eyes. This was such a long time ago. It felt like an eternity ago that this night, full of giddy, foolish, and love-drunken youths, happened. It broke your heart knowing that this love could never be recognized. Back then you didn’t know but now you did. There was no possibility for you to be by his side.

“Nikolai.” You sounded broken. But when you tried to tuck your hand back from his grasps, he didn’t let you. Nikolai kept his hold firm but gentle. He wouldn’t let go of you again. “Please, I love you, but you know this will never happen,” you cried, hot tears flowing down your cheeks. “Even if I were of noble birth. It’s not possible, I–“

“Please don’t say ‘I killed you’.”

“I’m still Grisha. Even if I would be a noble man’s daughter, I would still be Grisha. And soldiers aren’t meant to be princesses.”

His heart swelled knowing that he hadn’t been mistaken about your feelings towards him. Your kiss in the cell already had told him as much but hearing it from you made it all so much more real. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do but he’d claim the throne and make you, his queen. Never would he lose you again.

“Well, if you say so. I must’ve missed something then,” Nikolai grinned and gave your knuckles another kiss, before pulling you towards him, making you almost topple onto him. “A soldier, privateer and a prince. I’m all the evidence you need, moya milaya.”

Gently did he press a kiss to your brows. “I’ll make you make my queen,” Nikolai murmured before wandering to your ear. “And no one. Not the Darkling, not my family, not you, no offense, can stop me.”

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Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea- Matthew Tkachuk (8)

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There was no fucking way you were hopping into the elevator and making your way up to Matthew’s place.

No, not a fucking chance, despite what you told him the night before.

Onyx was laying at the foot of the couch and rubbing his face against your feet as you started the next episode of ‘Vanderpump Rules’.

The bus ride home was confusing for you because Matthew was kind and, for the first time, he revealed a personal part of himself to you. He was reading the books that ‘Game of Thrones’ was based on and you were more than surprised by that.

His big smile when you started comparing the book to the show was blinding and you hated how you giddy you felt when he followed up in conversation.

“I mean I haven’t read a ton of books but I’ve heard that they’re always better than the screen remake,” he had said.

“Most of the time, yeah that’s accurate.”

That easy conversation turned into Matthew driving you home and you learning that the two of you shared a building.

Of course he lived in the top floor penthouse, of course his views were beautiful. Of fucking course Matthew Tkachuk had everything and more.

Onyx was laying between your legs as you sprawled out on the couch watching reality tv. The knock on your door was hard and scared the shit out of you.

“Oh my god,” you stood up and headed toward the door, “what?”

You didn’t expect to open the door to the unruly, red curls and blue eyes of Matthew Tkachuk, but there he stood.

“Hey,” he hesitated slightly, “I missed my boy.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Onyx.”

“Oh, your boy?”

“Yeah, we met and the connection was instant, we’re fucking besties.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you rolled your eyes but stepped aside anyway, “he’s just going to run away as soon as he sees you. Onyx hates people.”

You expected Onyx to bolt for the bedroom but he sat on the arm of the couch watching Matthew with big, curious eyes as he entered your apartment.

“Hey bud, you remember me?”

Onyx looked like he was about to take off, and he did, but rather than hide in the bedroom, he was nuzzling his face into Matthew’s shins. He began purring furiously when Matthew leaned down to rub behind his ears and scratch just above his tail.

“I am amazed,” you shook your head in disbelief at the interaction between Matthew and your cat, “he doesn’t ever do this. Literally, he never does this ever.”

“He trusts me and wants to claim me. I looked it up.”

“Really? You did research on cat behavior?”

“Yeah,” he blushed slightly and dropped his eyes to the floor, “I was curious. I’ve never had a cat.”

Silence fell between the two of you as you continued standing in the doorway watching Matthew love on Onyx.

“You know, Onyx might be interested seeing Calgary from above.”

Matthew perked up right away, smiling at you in a way that was so annoying you couldn’t do anything besides return it.

“If he comes up, he might like the views and he might not want to come back.”

“Oh, don’t worry, he’ll want to come back. He does want the views though.”

The number of women that Matthew had seen in his apartment, taking in the views and trying their best to charm him, was foreign at that point. This was brand new, though.

He never expected to see this woman, much less a cat he didn’t know she had until recently, in his second home, surveying the view from above and maybe, maybe, not hating him as much as she used to.

“This is incredible, it’s crazy how we live in the same building but our views of the city are so insanely different.”

“Yeah,” he tried to be cool, “give me the boy, please.”

“Ugh, whatever.”

She gently set Onyx on the floor and watched as he practically begged to be picked up by Matthew before turning her eyes back to the views of Calgary below her.

This woman wasn’t the same one he’d known, and disliked, for two years. She was someone entirely different and he hated how drawn he was to her because, actually, she was the same woman and he wasn’t ready to face that just yet.

“You can’t have my cat, Tkachuk.”

“But he likes me so much,” Matthew pouted and you resisted the urge to find it adorable.

“He likes me more, I promise.”

“Fine!”

It wasn’t a serious response, Matthew set Onyx on the floor just inside your apartment and backed a few feet away.

“See you in the morning, I guess?”

“Yeah, obviously,” he playfully punched your shoulder, “we work together.”

“You gonna be nice to me from now on? Now that your best friend lives at my place?”

“Yep,” he responded as he popped the p, “g’night. Goodnight Onyx!”

You knew you weren’t into Matthew Tkachuk. He was largely a trash human and you had plenty of experience with him to back up that accusation.

Still, it didn’t stop you from thinking about him as you lay in bed with your wand pressed against your most intimate parts. It was purely physical, you told yourself, Matthew was hot but that was it. That was absolutely it.

Sleep overtook your body and when your alarm went off in the morning, you were groggy and irritable and absolutely not in the mood to go to work.

“Good morning, sunshine!”

“Hey,” you weakly greeted another staffer as you made your way into the arena.

“No sleep for the wicked?”

“None at all,” you smiled at her as she offered you a hot coffee and everything bagel.

“Today’s going to be rough on the guys.”

“Why?”

“They’ve been breaking rules, Chuky especially.”

That piqued your interest.

“What did he do?”

“He was treating one of the assistants like shit and it got back to Sutter.”

“Who was he treating like shit?”

You knew, obviously.

“No idea, but Sutter’s pretty upset and Matt is going to have to deal with that.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Holy fucking shit. He was sure he was going to fucking die.

As soon as practice ended, Matthew hurried off the ice and toward the toilets. It was a hard practice and he knew he was just barely going to make it to the toilets before he started throwing up.

His eyes watered as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl and when his stomach finally felt secure, he still found himself sweating.

“Hey, Chuk, you ok?”

“No,” he probably should’ve lied but fuck it, “no I’m not.”

“You know why this happened, right?”

“No, I’ve got no fucking idea.”

“The whole floor thing. You know?”

Jesus Christ. He knew he fucked up for doing that to her, but when was he going to finally stop paying for doing it?

“Yeah,” another wave of nausea washed over him, “yeah I know.”

You stood just outside the toilets in the locker room listening to him wretch into the bowl. It was hard to hear.

“Matthew?”

“Oh, shit!”

He jumped back in surprise and clutched his chest when he realized who had called his name, “you scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed. He wasn’t in a good state and it was very obvious. Matthew pushed past you in a rush and all you could do was watch as he headed back to the ice.

“Tkachuk is on fire tonight! Three goals and we’re only halfway through the second,” the announcer’s voice boomed across the arena and you couldn’t hide your grin.

Matthew was being bitchy to you at the moment but there was something there. The Flames won and you felt electric.

You were sure this was what he wanted. He’d been dropping hints for a week and you were tired of playing dumb. You were pretty fucking sure Matthew wanted you, almost as much as you decided you wanted him.

Now was the time to go for it. You knew he was home, the game ended hours ago, and you knew it was time to just fucking go for it.

So you knocked on his door and when it opened, you were met with the sight of a beautiful blonde with big eyes and a sheet wrapped around her body asking ‘who are you’ and all you could do was fucking run to the elevator and frantically press the button to your floor.

Who the fuck were you kidding? You didn’t have the body and face of a supermodel. Matthew didn’t want you. He never would.

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Have you ever seen where they get kids to ask the players tough questions and there all dress up and have fake beards and stuff. Maybe you could do that with Jules and Katie asking the team all these really hard questions?????

Thank you for giving me an excuse to spend an hour and a half watching adorable kids ask questions and melt the hearts of celebrities. You’re my hero. There are no fake beards here, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Sweater Weather characters belong to the incredible @lumosinlove!

“These chairs are so small,” James said as he scooted closer to the table. He nearly knocked Talker over with his elbow as the four of them squeezed in; the two kids on the other side shared a look.

“Ready, everyone?” Dorcas asked. When she received six thumbs up, she turned to the camera with a cheerful smile. “Hello, Lions fans, and welcome to Lion Pride! We have a couple of very special guests today to do the introductions.”

“Hello! I’m Katie and I’m six!” She held up six fingers and all four hockey players melted a little bit.

“I’m Julian, and I’m ten.” He waved, a little shy.

Dorcas smiled. “And how are you two related to our favorite Lions?”

Katie lit up and pointed behind the camera. “That’s my dad!”

There was a chuckle in the background. “Can you tell them my name, mon chou?”

“Pascal Dumais, but everyone calls you Dumo.” She swung her legs and her tulle skirt fluffed out.

“Remus Lupin is my older brother,” Jules said with a grin. “But Finn thought he was my dad.”

“It was an honest mistake!” Finn protested around a laugh. “Cut me some slack, Little Loops!”

“Do you want to do the intros for the guys, too?” Dorcas asked. Katie tugged on Jules’ sleeve.

“Can I go first?” she whispered. When he nodded, she hopped out of her chair and ran to the other side of the table, tapping each player on the shoulder. “This is Pots, Talker, Harzy, and Sirius.”

“Aw, man, I didn’t get to do any of them,” Jules pouted.

“You can ask the first question,” Dorcas said, hiding her smile behind her clipboard. “A quick reminder for our Lions: if you refuse to answer any of these, it means you hate children. Take it away, Jules!”

“Okay.” He cleared his throat and looked across the table with a solemn expression. “How many sticks have each of you broken?”

“Oh, that’s a tough one,” James mused. “A lot, but not always on purpose.”

“I haven’t broken that many,” Talker said. “I’ve forgotten to return quite a few to the rink after games, though. I think I have about five in my trunk that I keep meaning to put back.”

“Maybe…ten? Fifteen?” Finn rested his chin on his hand. “I should start a tally board.”

“Too many,” Sirius laughed. “I need to be more careful.”

Katie wiggled in her seat as she picked up the question card. “Why do you swear so much?”

Matching expressions of shock painted all four players’ faces. “Have we sworn in front of you?” Finn asked in a small voice.

“Yeah.”

“Mon dieu, I’m the worst person on earth,” Sirius murmured as Talker leaned his forehead on the table.

James opened and closed his mouth a couple times before answering. “Uh. Well. I don’t know, Katie. Instead of answering, I’m going to take this time to personally apologize to you and your dad, who is laughing his a—his rear end off in the back, as well as promising to form better habits.”

“If you could be any superhero, who would it be?” Jules asked, seemingly unfazed by the previous question. Wordlessly, Sirius gestured to his Captain America t-shirt.

“Spiderman,” Finn said without hesitation. “He’s the coolest.”

James unzipped his jacket to reveal a Superman shirt. “We didn’t coordinate this,” he said, tilting his head toward Sirius. “But yeah, Superman’s the best.”

Talker thought for a moment. “I really like Hawkeye. Are we talking Marvel or DC here?”

“Anything.”

“Anything? Hmm. I’m going to go with the Flash, then.”

“Nice.” Jules reached over to give him a high-five.

“I got Jules’ approval, everyone else can go home.”

“What’s your greatest fear?” Katie asked, still swinging her legs.

The table went silent. Sirius turned to Dorcas. “Is this the plan? Get us rolling with fun stuff and then give the hard ones to the five-year-old in a princess dress?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Cool. Well, munchkin, I don’t like bugs and I’m not a huge fan of the dark.”

“Vegetables,” Finn said sagely, which sent both kids into a fit of giggles and made all the adults break into sunny smiles. “God, you guys are cute.”

“Pomeranians freak me out,” Talker answered once they had calmed down a bit. “They have those tiny little eyes and sharp teeth.”

James shrugged. “I’m not a fan of heights.”

“I thought you wanted to be Superman?” Jules frowned. “He flies all the time.”

“I think I’d be less afraid of heights if I knew I could fly.”

“So you’re afraid of falling, not heights.”

James looked to the camera. “And now I’m getting psychoanalyzed by a ten-year-old. Uh, yeah buddy, I guess so.”

“Hmm.” Jules looked back to the question card. “Who would win in a fight, you or our moms?”

“Your moms,” Talker said immediately as the others nodded. “No contest.”

“How would we even get in that situation?” Sirius asked. “What the did we do to make the nicest women in the world that mad?”

“Stole brownies,” Katie said with great gravity for one so young. “Mom says you four are the worst about it.”

“Mom wouldn’t even have to fight you.” Jules cocked his head to the side. “I feel like she could just give you a disappointed look and that would be enough. Katie, your turn.”

“Yay!” She brightened again. “What is your favorite cereal?”

Sirius smiled. “Fruit Loops.”

“Cheerios,” Talker said. “They’re good for you physically and emotionally.”

“I’m with Talkie on this one,” James agreed.

Finn gave them all disappointed looks. “You’re so old. Mine’s Lucky Charms.”

“Okay, Leprechaun Boy,” James snorted. Finn reached over and smacked the back of his head. “Hey!”

“Do you ever play hockey at home?” Jules asked. “I feel like Sirius doesn’t have to answer this one since it’s so obvious.”

Finn laughed. “Does tapping a puck around on the carpet with brooms counts?”

“Yeah, that counts.”

“Then yeah, sometimes.”

“I have no space in my apartment to play hockey,” Talker said. “Though I plan on moving someday and then the answer will be yes.”

“I made a rink in my backyard.” James smiled slightly. “Lily likes to skate sometimes while I run drills.”

“My turn, my turn!” Katie scooted her chair closer. “Okay. Out of everyone on the team, what two people would you take with you on a dessert island?”

“Desert,” Jules corrected quietly.

“Desert island. Are there deserts on islands?”

“I think they mean like super sandy beaches with no people on them.”

“Oooooohhh.”

James mouthed a thank you to Dorcas, who gave him a thumbs-up in return. The other three looked at the kids with unbearable softness. “Well, I’d feel awful if I took your dad with me, so I think I’m going to go with Finn and maybe Kasey. We’d have a blast.”

“Nice, dude.” Finn fist-bumped him. “Unfortunately for you, my choices are going to be Leo and Logan, since I already know we could live together without starting a war on the third day.”

Sirius thought for a second. “I think Nado would actually be able to survive on a desert island, so I’ll bring him along, and for the second one…maybe Kasey? Yeah, Kasey’s cool.”

In the ensuing silence, Jules gave him a significant look. “Aren’t you forgetting someone?”

“You’re not on the t—” The realization hit him like a truck; his eyes went wide and he slumped in his seat as the others burst out laughing. “Oh no. Oh, no, no, no.”

“Your own fiancé.”

“Please don’t tell him.”

“He’s gonna laugh so hard,” Jules cackled, leaning back in his chair. Even the camera crew was losing it in the background. Dorcas had to step out of frame. “You’re never going to live it down.”

“Well, the first person I would bring with me is Remus Lupin, because he’s read a lot of books and definitely knows how to survive on a desert island,” Talker said around his snickering. “And then I’d bring Cap, because God knows that would get entertaining after Loops finds out about this. The sarcasm would be off the charts.”

“Okay, next question.” Dorcas came back into view, still grinning. “Jules, go for it.”

“Can I ask Katie’s question again so Sirius can give a better answer?” he asked gleefully. Dorcas hesitated, then shook her head. “Bummer. What was cool when you were young that isn’t cool now?”

“When?” Finn looked scandalized. “I’m 24!”

“Yeah, and?”

“Ugh. Um, maybe Furbies? People were really into Furbies when I was in high school, though I can’t say I’m sorry to see them go out of style.”

James bit his lip in thought. “Tamagotchis.”

“I loved those things!” Talker said excitedly. “My sisters and I used to go nuts with those things!”

Sirius smiled. “Lite Brites.”

Finn’s eyes went wide. “I forgot about those!”

“Regulus and I each had one and we loved them. That was the only thing we agreed on and we used to sit—” He paused for a second to laugh. “—we used to sit in the middle of the ice rink in the backyard, still in our skates and everything, and do Lite Brites for literal hours.”

“That’s so cute, oh my god.” Talker shook his head. “What a nostalgia trip.”

Katie knelt on her seat and rested her arms on the table. “Who skates faster, you or me?”

“You,” all four answered in unison.

Jules rolled his eyes, but he was clearly hiding a smile. “How many push ups can you do?”

“How many can you do?” James countered. A flash of competition lit on Jules’ face and all the guys grinned. “Uh-oh, there’s the Lupin glare.”

“How about we have a little competition?” Dorcas suggested. “See how many everyone can do in thirty seconds?”

“Absolutely,” Finn said. The four of them had a little bit of trouble getting their knees out from under the kid-sized table, but eventually they succeeded and gathered in the middle of the room. “Katie, are you joining us?”

She smiled innocently. “No, I know I’d win.”

“Get ready.” Dorcas pulled her phone out as they knelt. “On your marks, get set, go!”

The guys went easy on Jules from the outset, but they made it look like those pushups were the hardest exercise they had ever done in their lives. Talker took a second to dramatically wipe his forehead and James’ wheezing was almost comical; Jules, however, was giving it his best shot. When the timer finally went off, Finn collapsed with a groan. “I forfeit.”

“Did I win?” Jules panted, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

“You did, congratulations!” Dorcas put her timer away and winked at the camera as they headed back to the table. “Great job, everyone. Katie, your turn.”

“Do you live in a mansion?”

“I live in an apartment,” Finn said.

“Same.”

Sirius shook his head. “My house might be big, but it’s not a mansion.”

“Does a two-story house count as a mansion?” James asked. “No? Then no, I don’t.”

“Who is your least favorite person on the team and why?” Jules turned to Sirius with raised eyebrows. “Are we going to have another desert island problem?”

Sirius threw his hands in the air, speechless, as the other three cracked up. “Jules, can I adopt you?” James begged around his laughter. “Please?”

“You’ll have to fight my mom for that, I think.”

“My least favorite person on the team is James Potter,” Sirius sighed. “Not the person I’m getting married to.”

“We could get married. Lily might mind, though.”

“Full offense, but I know way too much about you to ever consider that.”

James ruffled his hair and turned back to the kids. “My least favorite person on the team is Remus Lupin, because he ran me over in practice the other day.”

Finn side-eyed him. “Didn’t you trip him after he stole the puck from you?”

“He ran me over.”

“Sure, Pots. Um, my least favorite is Kasey Winter. He threw ice at me while we were in the ice baths.”

“Logan took my Gatorade last week and hid it all over the rink,” Talker said. “I’ll never forgive him for such a crime.”

“Oh, I like this one!” Katie exclaimed as she looked at her card. “What’s the best birthday party you’ve ever had?”

“My tenth birthday was at Red Robin and I got a Power Ranger outfit.” Talker grinned. “I was the coolest kid on the block.”

“My eighteenth birthday was pretty fun,” Finn said. “There was a bouncy house and Alex almost broke it because we were jumping too hard.”

“Does it have to be my birthday?” James asked. “Because my son’s first birthday party was awesome.”

“Why?”

“He threw cake in Sirius’ face and a food fight broke out in the backyard.”

“That was a pretty great day,” Sirius agreed. “My last birthday party was my favorite.”

“You spent the night with us!” Katie said happily.

“I did, yeah,” he laughed. “And I had a really good time.”

Jules perked up when he read the next question. “I love this one! Do you have a lucky pair of underwear?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, totally.”

“Of course I do.”

“Is there a superstition I don’t have?”

Jules looked especially pleased with those answers as Katie picked up her card. “This is the last one,” she warned. “And it’s super important and super hard. What kind of dog would you be and why? You can take your time, I don’t mind.”

“Thank you, Katie, we’ll need it,” Talker said as he desperately tried to contain his smile. “I’ll go first, if nobody minds. I would be a border collie because one, I love them; two, they have a lot of energy; and three, they love making friends.”

“That’s a good one,” she said seriously. “They’re also very soft.”

“Yes, they are.”

Once Finn managed to suppress his quiet laughter, he raised his hand. “Can I go next?” Katie nodded. “I’d be an Irish setter. They have red hair and they’re really affectionate. Plus, I met one the other day at the park and haven’t stopped thinking about him.”

“This was a tough question, Katie, but I think I’m going to go with a golden retriever,” James said after a moment. “They’re good family dogs and they like to be on the ice with those big ol’ paws.”

“That’s what I was going to say!” She beamed at him. “Sirius, you don’t have to go. I already know what you’d be.”

He raised his eyebrows, looking highly amused. “Do you now? Can everyone else know, too?”

“Well, it’s obvious,” she said. “You’d be Hattie. She looks just like you and she gives the best hugs.”

A small puff of air left Sirius’ lungs and he blinked as James reached over and patted his shoulder. “Oh. Okay.”

“That wraps us up,” Dorcas said, looking between them with a soft smile. “Any closing statements from our guest stars?”

“Ready?” Jules muttered to Katie, who nodded rapidly. “On three. One, two, three!”

“Go Lions!” they shouted in unison with matching grins. The camera crew cheered and the players applauded, all laughing.

“Thank you for tuning in, everyone! Remember to like and subscribe for more content.”

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Thoughts and Reaction to ROCKETEAR!

It's a long post, but when are these ever really short? xD Seeing Carapace first made me so excited. I've been sad we haven't had much of him in the show. And then I saw that it seemed like Ladynoir was doing pretty good as they only had Carapace helping them this time. More S2 & S3 like. So I was like cool, cool, this is great. But what the heck scientist WHY ARE YOU BRINGING TYRANNOSAURUS REX'S BACK! Obviously she's going to be something big later on, she's too nicely animated not to be back. Not to mention Bob Roth's plans. Anyone else both intrigued but also scared at what that could do later? Big upcoming plot point, I think.

I screamed awwww because this is everything. I've wanted a LB/Carapace and Marinette/Nino friendship bond in this show since season 1. This scene made me incredibly happy! I'm a huge Nino fan, for those that don't know, so you can imagine how much I love this episode. Even though sad Nino.

"Alya, everyone has to believe that you will never use the Miraculous again!" End of episode: So anyway... So what I'm seeing here is, Alya's not fond of the idea of being just a spy, not being in on the action. Even though it's Ladybug's plan. Chat Noir isn't fond of what's going on right now either, where he thinks what's going on is all Ladybug's plans. Alya makes the decision to not do what Ladybug wants and tells Nino she's still Rena Rouge. So what's Chat Noir going to do to go against her? Because that's coming up on the horizon. Despite everything being easier for Marinette since everything's not just on her shoulders now, she's still been unable to play video games with her dad, and we know how much she loves doing that. :c That's really sad she doesn't even have time for her family anymore. DJWifi over here being all adorable. "You don't love me anymore!" Me: *Chat Blanc flashbacks* Alya suggests her new content could be Chat Noir edits and Marinette's like YES DO THOSE. Then those edits helped push Nino into thinking she was into Chat. Big oops. Not gonna lie, the rewind freaked me out for a moment. Last time I saw that was Chat Blanc so I thought something big was up. But nope, it's just like that scene in Puppeteer 2. Ugh poor Nino! He knows something's bothering Alya, but she won't say what it is and her behavior's too off from how she normally is. Poor guy. x.x Grumpy Nino that Carapace doesn't get attention and then they wrote his girlfriend with Chat Noir. I remember when Alya was grumpy for a bit about Rena Rouge not getting a party to celebrate her. Movie Ladybug telling Movie Chat Noir that he's better with Movie Rena Rouge. Is this a reference to the episode in Avatar, The Ember Island Players? Getting strong vibes when Play Aang and Play Katara were like, we're just friends nothing more and it's great! Play Katara was extremely into Play Zuko. I can see why Ladybug dismissed the movie (or was it the previous one since it's been awhile? Maybe?) because Rena Rouge and Chat Noir???? The writers (of the movie) just wanted to be different because everyone can see Ladynoir, unless they're blind. Alya and Nino are Andre's favorite couple. YES THANK YOU. I mean they're not my favorite because Love Square. BUT they're my second favorite next to them. Those kids are super adorable but definitely that kid playing Chat wasn't doing Nino any favors. First picture Alya shows. Chat with a heart tail. Yeah that's not doing her any favors lol. Nino: UGH CHAT NOIR'S COMING IN BETWEEN ME AND MY GIRLFRIEND. I KNOW, I'LL CALL MY BEST FRIEND TO VENT TO ABOUT IT. Best Friend Chat Noir: Best Friend Chat Noir: Welp maybe I should see what's up. Maybe I went a little to hard on the cat charm and she's fallen in love with me. Me: Oh oof here we go. Also can I ask, if anyone knows, who animated this episode? The fluidity is great and it looks really pretty. But it doesn't quite look like SAMG's work either. Whoever did it, I love it. S2 Chat Noir: You're not replacing me with a turtle, are you? :c S4 Nino: Who would want a reckless turtle as a partner? BOYS STOP. But yeah this whole scene had me laughing so hard XD Very dramatic and I love it. Nino's hilarious even when he's worried and sad! I would've absolutely loved to have heard this in English with the old English voice of Nino, but the new one worries me on whether or not he'll do a good job sounding like Nino and less high-pitched and whiny. :/ New York Nino was great but S4 Nino....x.x THE TRANSITION BETWEEN HIS INNER MONOLOGUE AND SPEAKING REGULARLY AGAIN 😂😂😂😂 Brilliant! It doesn't really feel like Miraculous Ladybug this episode, and I love it. Not that I don't love the show as usual but wow this is great. Okay, I want to point out that Chat Noir

probably was more worried about it than he would've been otherwise because of what happened with Marinette in Weredad. It probably made him more cautious about this sort of thing.

LOL Chat's sulking because Alya's laughing at the idea of being interested in him. 😂😂 I know that's a blow to one's ego and all, and he's dealt with this kind of thing a lot so I do feel bad for him, but that is his best friend's girlfriend and he definitely doesn't want her to like him. Alya: With him it's not just ❤️it's *makes massive hand gesture indicating she loves him deeply* SO SO SO CUTE OKAY ALL THIS DJWIFI 😭 Alya: And I don't even know your secret identity! I would never fall in love with someone I don't know. Chat Noir, literally fell in love with Ladybug, whose identity he doesn't know. Well Alya, I wonder if you saying that matters for later somehow.... o.O Nino running away crying is honestly one of the things that hurts me most in the entire show. Ugh. Adrien over here being all, I'm having a good day. I'm happy and smiling and it's great. And then it wasn't. Adrien, if Nino let him and didn't interrupt, would've told him about how Alya really doesn't love Chat Noir, and that would've seriously led up to his identity being exposed since Nino was watching and filmed them. o.o Did you notice how he was going to tell him about it? S4, the basement is where it's at. Adrien: Uhh, when did you arrange all this? Nino: *pounds fist on desk* I ASK THE QUESTIONS! 😂 So like. Why is Nino interrogating Adrien when he's after Chat Noir? He doesn't know they're the same person. XD He's looking at him like Adrien has info he's keeping or something omg.

Also again this animation is so nice. Adrien, feeling uncomfortable and so turns the music off. Nino, wanting his dramatic music on while he interrogates Adrien, turns it back on. Adrien, feeling even more irritated and uncomfortable, wants the music OFF and turns it off. Nino, turns the music back on. This may be a reference to something, I don't know, but lolol it's so funny. This episode is both super hilarious and super angsty! Honestly they've done such a good job in my opinion. Nino: I'm talking about something that I shouldn't tell you! ...but I'm going to tell you anyway! Alya's Rena Rouge and I'm Carapace! Okay but the way Adrien went from shock to utter anger, knocked his chair back and grabbed Nino's shoulders like "Tell me the truth. You two know about each other?" Aw man, my poor sunshine boy. A lot of the stuff bothering Adrien is all circumstantial, none of it is to purposefully keep him in the dark. And yet from his perspective, that's how it looks. "I thought secret identities must be protected at all times! If that was the truth, you would never tell me this!" Alright so three things. If he's referring to him saying that Nino and Alya know about each other, that was situational and important info for him to know now that this is out. It wasn't important to know before this. The time it happened was dire and was really no time to get around it. If he's talking about Nino telling him the secrets, well yeah that's not supposed to happen and Nino broke that trust. But also, I get the feeling pretty strongly at this point Adrien's going to be breaking some rules too and one of which is he's going to tell Nino who he is. Adrien's being too emotional in this scene to not be involved in it all, I'm wondering if that's going to be questioned later by Nino. He's acting like he knows too much to be a random viewer of the heroes like the rest of Paris. Also Adrien's best friend just totally dissed Chat Noir and went off about how he throws himself at Ladybug whenever he sees her with roses and love confessions. 😂😂😂 This is just too funny! "But he's always rejected because Ladybug finds him annoying! And she's completely right!" Omg Nino, that's not the reason anymore, shush! "And then Rena Rouge appears and he goes *tickles under Adrien's chin* hey pretty lady! You look elegant and you have great perfume." OMG does Chat Noir actually say and do stuff like that to Rena Rouge or is he just exaggerating here XD "If I could I would shut his mouth forever!" Yeah Nino, say what you really think about your best friend in the entire world. Yikes poor Adrien though. I never imagined he'd hear all these bad things about himself from his best friend directly like that. :/ That's a major misunderstanding of him. Which kind of pushes me more towards the "he's going to tell Nino" theory. Sad Adrien transformation DDDX Alya: *explained everything about why Chat Noir went over to her house in the middle of the night* Marinette *facepalm* Ugh that Chat Noir... Well at least there will be no misunderstandings there! xD "Chat Noir, you stole Alya from me! I will steal your life from you." Good lord man calm down. You can't just kill a man! Fanon: Chat Noir gets attacked by a guy over Marinette. Canon: Chat Noir gets attacked by a guy over Alya. Time to go back to the basement! lol Nino's music's still playing xD And the video is left with it paused on Chat Noir hugging Alya. Marinette looked a bit sad, but it was probably more about the situation being a mess rather than being sad he'd hug her. Meanwhile, Chat Noir's fighting Nino and would rather get beaten up by him than fight. x.x "I can't believe that I doubted you." "I can't believe I chose to do anything but be with you!" She wiped away akumatized Nino's tear just like how Ladybug wiped away akumatized Chat Noir's. ALL THE PARALLELS 😭😭😭 But that hug is so sweet!! Nino broke off the akumatization just like Alya did :o Dang, I wonder if that means something later too. "Love and secrets do not go well together, Ladybug. And I'm sure you have a lot of

them!" Secrets = from Chat Noir. Love = for Chat Noir. Yeah even Shadow Moth knows at this point. xP Thanks for that foreshadowing. Nino's charm is my favorite charm so far! It's my favorite shade of blue. Chat Noir: Everybody has doubts sometimes...even me." Ladybug: Is everything okay, Chat Noir? Chat: Oh yes...pound it!

So um. The placemet of Adrien's poster in between Chat Noir, Ladybug, and just with this entire situation feels very strange. Very intentional. But no clue exactly what that could mean..... Nino and Alya are happy over there watching those two, like they're waiting for them to figure things out or something. But really, Adrien should've talked to Ladybug when he could still do so calmly and be reasonable. I doubt that's going to be the case later on. And honestly Ladybug doesn't even know what's going on. Every episode we've seen really either has them working together or she's unable to be Ladybug when he's unable to be Chat Noir most of the time. I've said it before but these two really need to communicate. Nino and Alya are like a less adorably romantic version of what they'd be. "But they're a couple and they know their secret identities, so why does that rule exist for us but they can know?" Very simple. Because they were temporary holders and the Miraculous they had, Hawk Moth hasn't made it his life's mission to obtain, unlike them, who are permanent holders and Hawk Moth's been after them fiercely to make a Wish that could destroy everything. But. The fact he's asking this, and Marinette's Chat Blanc nightmare, really points in the direction that he's going to eventually find out that while she's thought about telling him all along, Chat Blanc's kept her from doing so.

Okay, so while it looks like he's staring up at the moon, if you notice, it really is just one of the pink bubbles.

Now, they could be making it seem like it's the moon though to give it a double meaning. But poor Kitty, he's feeling so awful right now over in that dark corner Dx Nino felt bad for only two episodes? and it got resolved, so hopefully this all won't last too much longer for him! Marinette had a few shaky episodes so hopefully he'll have a few before it gets resolved. But somehow I think that may be wishful thinking. This episode was so amazing, honestly. Wonderful writing, made me laugh a lot, aw a lot, and hurt a lot. It focused on the core 4 characters which I've wanted more of for a long time. The animation was beautiful. And it just felt so different in such a good way. Chat Noir's having a hard time right now, and I know there's a lot of anger and hate about it going around. But please, think of this as him hitting a rough spot in the road to a much better and brighter future. He's going to end up okay, he'll understand it all someday. And that day's honestly not that far for him if you think about it.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #ml season 4 spoilers #chat blanc #rocketear spoilers #ml spoilers season 4 #toujoursmiraculous thoughts and reaction #ladybug #chat noir #carapace #rena rouge #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir

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moonflowerlesbians · 3 years

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Jamie is trying to ignore the new au pair. She doesn't need to fall for this beautiful and straight girl. But then Flora asks her to clean the pool after months without using it because "it's a perfectly hot and beautiful day and we need to have a pool party. And you're invited too".

Dani. The pool. Bikini. Jamie doesn't know how to react to this, so she decides to keep ignoring her. But she can bet Dani is looking at her... A bit too much.

took me a second but I offer you almost 3000 words as penance. also I sort of extended it because it's apparently impossible for me to write pure fluff.

AO3 link in reblog if that's your preference :)

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“Ah, yeah, it’ll be perfectly splendid,” Jamie grumbles between pants, yanking the tie of the pool cover over one shoulder with a huff. “Sure, perfectly splendid to swim in. Have t’ get it clean first. Can’t just jump in.”

At half eight in the evening, she’d been trying to beat the bizarre heatwave that had befallen the English countryside, but she’s failing rather spectacularly if the moisture gathering at her hairline is any indication. She swipes an arm across her forehead and listens to the faint chatter from the open sitting-room window, where the other grown members of the household bask in the glorious company of electric fans. Meanwhile, Jamie swelters away the evening spraying down pool filters and vacuuming leaves from the tile floor because someone had the bright idea to remind an eight-year-old that she has access to a pool.

“Oh, please, Jamie, please!” Flora had pleaded, practically bouncing out of her seat at the dinner table and coming terrifyingly close to tipping several drinks onto Hannah’s pristine tablecloth. “It’s dreadfully hot and a beautiful day, and we simply must have a pool party.” She had gasped so abruptly that Dani nearly dropped her fork, Jamie noted with a subtle grin. “We’ll all have a pool party! And Owen can make sandwiches, and Mrs. Grose can bring picnic blankets, and you must come, too, Jamie, won’t you please?”

Then Jamie had made the poor decision to lock eyes with Dani from across the table. The desperation plainly written across her face had been enough to convince Jamie to concede with a faux exhale of annoyance.

Thus, the weary gaze of a haggard au pair run ragged by herding two children indoors is the reason Jamie finds herself skimming the pool’s surface for any leaves and algae that managed to weasel beneath the cover when she should be driving home.

“Sorry,” a voice comes from behind her, “I’m the one who planted the idea in her head.”

Jamie turns to find Dani, a glass in either hand, peering at her with the expression of a woman who is half-tempted to change places and take up the skimmer herself simply to have a moment to herself.

“S’alright, needed to be done anyway. Won’t be ready until at least tomorrow,” Jamie sighs, accepting the proffered glass with a grateful nod. “Kids tired of being cooped up?”

Dani puffs out a laugh that says, you don’t know the half of it. “You’d think they don’t have a house the size of my old school to explore.”

“Bet they haven’t even found half the secret passages,” remarks Jamie over the smooth rim of her glass. Dani sips from hers, and Jamie endeavors to ignore the bob of her throat as she swallows.

“The what?” The wrinkles that appear on Dani’s forehead are surprisingly charming. Too charming. Jamie shoos the thought away before it can land.

“C’mon, Poppins. House this size? This old? There at least have to be servants’ tunnels.”

“Have… have you found any?”

Jamie hums noncommittally, noting the way Dani shifts her weight on her heels as if she cannot bear the thought of standing still. “Did you come out here just for this?”

“Partly, yes, but,” she lowers her voice, “I really just needed to get away from the kids for a few minutes. Owen’s got them playing a board game, thank God, and after that, I can put them to bed. I adore them, but sometimes…” she shrugs.

“We all need space,” Jamie finishes, a bit more brusque than she intended, which she chalks up to the evening hour and the heat, and Dani takes a step back. Shit. “Meant to say,” Jamie salvages with a wince, “it’s nice to be alone sometimes.” She grimaces, doing her best to focus on the cool glass in her hand rather than the heat in her face and the flutter low in her belly.

“I know what you meant,” Dani says softly. Then, after a moment’s pause spent glancing from Jamie to the pool and back again, “You need any help out here?”

Jamie raises an eyebrow. “Lookin’ for excuses to avoid work, are we?”

“No, no, I, um… No?”

“Relax, Dani,” Jamie chuckles, setting her empty water cup down in the grass. Dani visibly settles. “If you’d like to drag the garden hose over, we’ll need to rinse the filters.”

“Got it,” Dani says seriously, and she practically marches to the nearest hose rack as Jamie watches with a quirk of the lips. The au pair completes tasks as if the world will fall apart if they remain incomplete a moment longer. It’s a quality Jamie admires in her, the passion and fervor with which she undertakes the seemingly mundane tasks in her life. Jamie also finds herself mildly amused by the way Dani stalks across the property like she might break into a run at any moment, always on high alert. Always tense.

Might be nice to see her take a full breath for the first time in her life.

Might be nice to see her at ease.

Might be nice to see her relax.

Very nice, indeed, it turns out.

Almost too nice, two days later, the way Dani lounges on a patio chair she’d dragged to the poolside, with a book in her hand and one leg propped on the seat.

Too nice, the way her hair looks beneath a sun hat, casting dappled shadows over the tip of a tongue poking out between pursed lips as she turns a page.

Too nice, the way she lowers her sunglasses over her nose to keep an eye on the children splashing and shrieking in the water.

Too nice, in fact, far too nice for Jamie, who tries and repeatedly fails to keep her gaze off pale, freckled skin and eyes as blue and clear as the water. She can’t sit still. Can’t seem to cease the bouncing of a leg or the rote twirling of hair between twitching fingers. Can’t seem to stop flitting from superfluous task to superfluous task long enough to catch her breath, stolen against her will each and every time she catches a flash of exposed skin dancing in the midday sun.

But the worst part, by far, is when she looks at Dani… Dani is looking back. Four times now, Jamie has cast a fleeting glance at the lazing au pair only to find her peering at Jamie with equal intensity.

Odd, Jamie thinks, fiddling with the stem of a bush a few meters away from the pool, to catch Dani staring so often. But coincidences have been stranger, she decides, chalking it up to amicable concern. She can’t allow herself to dwell on the occurrence. Too many possibilities that open doors to too much trouble. Far more trouble than Dani is worth.

But what if… a niggling voice at the back of her head chides.

No, Jamie reminds herself with a mental kick and an outward shake of her head. She had a fiancé.

Hannah sits with her trousers rolled to her knees, ever one for modesty, with her legs dangling in the shallow end of the pool, while Owen and the kids do everything short of pulling the poor housekeeper in the water to utterly drench her. Hannah, to her credit, is taking their antics in stride, no doubt due to the mustachioed mastermind currently huddled with two overeager children.

The promise to Flora had been a pool party, and, never one to give up on her goals once they were set in her mind, the girl had hounded the adults with unrelenting chipperness until, one by one, they had been worn down. Which is surely the only reason Jamie hovers at the edge of the pool deck in an oversized t-shirt tied at the waist and old running shorts--the only sort of swimsuit she could throw together on short notice.

“Thought I might get in. Care to join me?”

Slender legs enter Jamie’s field of vision, then Dani is only paces away, a hand resting on one hip. She’s removed her hat, left to save her empty seat, and her sunglasses rest atop her forehead, pushing her hair out of her face and onto her shoulders. Her cornflower-blue swimsuit hugs her figure, and Jamie forces her eyes up, her throat terribly dry. She swallows thickly.

“May as well.”

Dani leads the way to the water’s edge, dipping one painted toenail into the water and producing a satisfied noise. She turns to Jamie standing a few feet behind and sweeps the sunglasses from her head, shaking her hair out. “Hold these for me?”

Wordlessly, Jamie delicately grasps one temple of the white plastic frame as Dani steps forward, her arms over her head, hands meeting in a V-shape. The hidden muscles in her back ripple, and she executes an elegant plunge into the pool, emerging with a gasp and a whoop of elated laughter. A smattering of applause rises from the opposite end of the pool, the others having apparently stopped their scheming long enough to watch Dani’s flawless--at least in Jamie’s opinion--swan dive.

“Oh, Miss Clayton, that was splendid!” Flora’s shrill voice chirps.

Hannah remarks, clearly impressed, “I had no idea we had a professional in our midst."

“I’d hardly say professional,” Dani says with a modest roll of her eyes. The water swirls where she treads. She pushes water-darkened hair from her eyes. Then, to Jamie, she explains, “I was on the community pool swim and dive team for a few summers before I could get a job.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Jamie replies. She passes the sunglasses to Dani’s outstretched hand and takes a seat on the sun-warm grey concrete at the edge of the pool. Dani swims up and places crossed arms beside Jamie on the deck, resting her chin on the intersection and looking up at Jamie. Lean legs kick out behind her into crystalline depths, and golden sunlight refracts in the water, bathing beneath the surface in an ethereal glow.

“You’re not getting in?” Dani asks.

“Not the biggest fan of water, if I’m honest,” Jamie confesses nonchalantly, as if by some miracle this admission will end the conversation.

No, Dani’s desire to learn, to understand, is far too intense for that. It’s another quality of hers Jamie admires, even if it feels as though she’s laying herself bare by sharing the tiniest details under her scrutiny.

“I knew plenty of kids afraid of the water back in the day,” Dani says easily, tracing lines in the small puddle that has formed from the droplets on her skin, “it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“‘S not that. I just,” Jamie searches, somewhat defensively, struggling to convey the message without saying the words that reveal a weakness she is loath to expose. Her silence evidently speaks volumes.

“Jamie,” Dani says quietly, a furrow forming between her brows, “can you swim?”

Damn those observant eyes, that sharp mind.

Jamie looks away, shrinks just a little, scoffs with false bravado, “‘Course I can swim.” Then, “Can paddle… float….” Heat rises in her already flushed cheeks, and she picks at the skin surrounding the cuticle on her thumb.

“It’s… You know it’s okay if you can’t, right?” And Dani’s voice is soft, so soft, a murmur really, a whisper that makes Jamie’s heart ache. It keeps the sound from carrying across the pool as it does hold Jamie in her destitution.

She thinks back to a childhood of coal dust and dirty sofa beds and scavenging for food. Thinks of summers spent doing odd jobs to pay the rent, of sleeping on the porch because it was cooler out there than in the house. Thinks of covering herself with as much clothing as she could despite the rising temperatures to fend off roving eyes, to appear a larger threat than a scrawny eleven-year-old girl actually was. Thinks of boiling pots and scalding showers spent scrubbing her skin clean, as though maybe if she rubbed hard enough, the memories would wash away with the grime. Circle the drain once, twice, and disappear forever.

“Never really learned, I s’pose,” Jamie forces a weak laugh. “Didn’t have anyone really keen on teachin’ me.”

Dani is quiet for a moment. “I could.”

“Could what? Teach me? ‘S not your problem to worry about, Poppins.” The thought nearly sends her mind into overdrive. Nescience of an essential life skill is ignominious enough, but to have Dani bear witness to the reality is unthinkable.

“Well, sure it is,” Dani shakes her head, affronted at the mere notion. “What would we do if you fell in and drowned? Someone needs to keep Owen in line.”

Jamie notes the ‘we’ in her statement. We need you. Not I. Distinctly not I, Jamie repeats to herself. She fidgets with the knot in her t-shirt.

“Already told you I can paddle. I’d be fine.”

“Still.” Dani is staring up at her with a pointed look. She has the glint in her eye that Jamie recognizes from the instances Dani deems it necessary to hold her ground with Miles or persuade Flora to clean up her dolls at the end of a long day. She will not give in.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” Jamie raises an eyebrow, approaching Dani’s determination as one might a chest of buried treasure, hesitant, disbelieving, a bit curious.

Dani shakes her head again, the ghost of a smirk upturning the corner of her lips.

A beat, during which Jamie’s thoughts wage war amongst themselves. One team screams at her to take the opportunity to spend time with the woman that another batch reminds her is not interested in the least. Another group acknowledges the practical benefits of developing a skill beyond aimless paddling, while another still acknowledges the persistent flutter in her stomach.

At last, “Reckon you’ll be putting that fancy teaching degree to use again,” Jamie acquiesces with a sigh. “Doubt this is what you signed up for, though.”

“I know exactly what I signed up for.” There’s a mischievous lilt to Dani’s words that sends a bolt of feverish perplexion through her. Dani pulls back from the side of the pool and holds out her hands. “We can get started right now.”

Jamie must look as if she’d rather snip off a finger with her garden shears than get in the water because Dani laughs.

“Or not,” she says with a sincere smile, and she ducks back under the water before popping up at Jamie’s feet, wiping the water from her eyes.

“I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of the kids,” Jamie says with a chuckle. “Lord knows I’ve never done that before, and I don’t intend on starting now.” It’s a half-truth. The real issue stems from the moderately disconcerting realization that breathing on land is hard enough with Dani so close, and Jamie really isn’t keen on finding out what will happen if she tries to slip underwater.

A brief flash of her sputtering to the surface, limbs flailing in all directions, crosses her mind, and she shakes it away.

A whooping from the opposite end of the pool catches her attention, and she looks up.

It seems whatever Owen and the children plotted had worked. Hannah is, much to her presumed consternation, sopping wet from head to toe, though she merely wrings out her blouse and kicks a lighthearted splash back at the children, who, having completed their mission, slink out of the pool and wrap themselves in paisley towels.

“Finished already?” Dani calls, and Flora nods from the deck, a yawn splitting her face despite the clock only reading three in the afternoon. “I’ll be right there!” She turns back to Jamie, says softly, “Another time?”

Jamie nods. “Another time.”

Then, Dani is off, gathering her things and herding the children back across the stretch of grass and into the house, leaving Jamie to watch in delirious bewilderment as her heart pounds far faster than it ought to, given the situation. And yet, Jamie cannot fault it, nor can she calm her racing pulse, though she tries.

Dani is the cause, she knows. Dani is always the cause, and no amount of fervent internal reminders seem to dull her effect. No incalculable quantity of mutterings about ex-fiancés will stop Jamie’s breath from catching when Dani settles down for dinner. No collection of whispered slim chanceswill convince a weak heart to cease its clamant pattering at the sight of a column of silky skin. No platitudes can dissuade Jamie’s longing soul from going against her better judgment, from going against her learned experiences that say this will only lead to heartbreak.

Love is sink or swim, she has learned, and Jamie has been treading water, head just barely above the surface, for far, far too long. Dani has offered to hold her hand, quite literally, to guide her through the risk, if only Jamie will make a move to reach out. Perhaps… Perhaps, Dani can guide her to shore to rest among sand beaches and good company. Perhaps, Dani will not let go along the way.

Another time, then.

Another time, yes. But soon. Soon, because Jamie is rapidly growing weary of condemning her wayward heart to fruitless excitement, of shutting a thing down before it can even begin, like cutting down a sapling before it emerges from a seed.

It’s sink or swim, and, at last, Jamie chooses to swim.

#no beta we die like dani #the ending is questionable because fuck it why not #vibes only #i did spend too long looking up appropriate chemical balances for pools in England in the late 80s #and then scrapped it altogether so #also dont imagine jamie swimming to the middle of the lake to find danis body knowing dani taught her in the first place #also I love not being able to come up with titles for shit #fic #ficlet #my writing #the haunting of bly manor #damie #dani clayton #jamie #jamie taylor #jamie x dani #dani x jamie #damie fanfic #thobm

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ahtsumu · 3 years

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cOuNtRy BoY i LoVe YoUuU–– miya atsumu.

GENERAL HEADCANONS

☆ y’know that kid everyone hates but all the parents love? that’s miya atsumu for you

he’s such a mama’s boy ugh

she’ll see him with mud all over his jeans and be like “miya atsumu! what’d i tell you ‘bout goin’ muddin’!?” and he’s like “sorry ma! just got too excited”

and what’s she gonna do? nothing. absolutely nothing. she just laughs and shake her head because atsumu’s boyish charm is adorable

osamu hates this !!! they’re always competing for mama miya’s heart LOL

☆ says “mornin’ ma'am how’s your day been so far” to the gas station lady and then roasts the life out of his friends

anyone older than 30 adores atsumu to death and anyone his age thinks he’s the annoying dumb hot guy LMAO

☆ plays quarterback on the football team and he’s damn good at what he does !! he’s taken the team to nationals three times already and he’s hoping to end senior year with a first place trophy

☆ teachers also love him to death bc he’s such a sweet-talker and asking questions as if he actually cares about differential equations and antiderivatives but nooo LOL bby’s just trying to make the GPA cut for travelling

it’s a 2.2

☆ on days without practice he’ll hang out around the school parking lot with the Gang™, leaning against his pick-up truck and blasting music from his car speakers to look “cool”

rlly he’s just wasting his time and even his friends think it’s stupid asf like omg no one is looking. atsumu how r u not embarrassed

☆ drives stick shift and thinks he’s hot shit 😭😭😭 he’s not wrong it is hot tho

☆ plays country trap around the boys

when “old town road” first dropped lil nas x was on repeat for 2 months

atsumu has a playlist of EVERY SINGLE REMIX and he’s like “they’re differENT juSt liSTen!!!”

out of all of the boys he has the WORST taste in country music it’s deadass just lil nas x, florida georgia line, luke combs, and morgan wallen

sometimes he’ll spice it up with a little luke bryan but that’s pushing it 😭

his guilty pleasure is that one farmer song by lil tracy and lil uzi vert

do not trust him with the aux

someone come collect him pls

☆ atsumu’s favourite southern meal undoubtedly has meat in it–– ribs, fried chicken, pulled pork, you name it

but he’s weak for peach cobbler and a side of vanilla ice cream for dessert bc homeboy’s got a massive sweet tooth

☆ he may be helpful in helping out with farmwork but this boy cannot fish to save his life

he has a picture of him holding a MASSIVE trout on his instagram and tinder (which he downloaded illegally for his ego lmfao) but really osamu caught it for dinner one night while camping and atsumu stole it for a 30 second photo

☆ owns camouflage but ironically !

whips it out on days he thinks suna might pull up in camo

why? no one knows. it cracks him up tho LMFAO

☆ atsumu actually dresses quite well–– his style is the typical southern prep:

a pair of jeans/shorts and a crisp button-up paired with double monks

loves a good leather belt

his favourite leather is BROWN leather, thank you very much !

☆ owns cowboy boots and he’s so proud of them

they’re steel-toed and decorated by a simple stitch pattern but it gets all the city folks fawning over him so it’s his most prized possession

HE USES THEM TO IMPRESS CITY FOLK LOL he’s like “howdy” and they’re like 😍🤤😍🤤😍🤤

flirts by asking if they’d like to see his horse i––

☆ like his twin, atsumu is undoubtedly great with animals

dogs love him !! like they’re just naturally attracted to him plus he gets so smiley and happy around them

he was probably a golden retriever in a past life lmfaoo

he’s a phenomenal horse-rider too

he rides the horses out at night bc he just loves the wind in his face,,, like a dog

where he differs from osamu is that he hates the actual work of taking care of an animal lmao

☆ works a summer job at six flags because he loves going on rides for free he’s so cute ugh

DATING HEADCANONS

☆ aside from football atsumu also starts the inarizaki high school slam poetry club, which is, coincidentally, also just the entire football team

listen it’s rlly cute how the slam poetry club was founded ok don’t laugh

after developing a massive crush on you, atsumu realises that he’s got too much of a meathead reputation to stand a chance LOL so he goes out of his way seem more “intellectual”

basically he’s like “i’m gonna venture into poetry bc girls love sensitive guys” and convinces the entire football team to host slam poetry nights in hopes you’ll show up at the shows

he starts leaving little poems in your locker and it’s like rupi kaur shit 😭

“you’re the brightest rose

in this garden

and you

don’t

even

know.

---a.m.”

☆ anyway you don’t even show up to the slam nights (you have ✨taste✨) but you do show up to his games!

☆ and eventually he works up the courage to actually ask you out and ofc you say yes bc he does it in such a cute way ugh

he stops you in the parking lot after a game and goes like “hey, uh, yer in my econ class and all yer comments are always so funny and..” and he’s just word-vomiting and eventually he gets to the point where he’s like “anyway i was wonderin’ if yer free friday night?”

☆ your first date is actually at an empty field near school

you’re just talking and getting to know each other better in the back of his pick-up truck under a bright moon, covered in blankets, each of you cradling a hot mug of cider

it’s kinda chilly but atsumu is literally a furnace

and atsumu just opens up the notes app on his phone and he reads you six poems and they’re all like 4 lines with weird enjambment HAHAHA

“you look.

just like the moon.

---a.m.”

most of his lines are actually plagiarised from popular country songs and you definitely recognise them but he just looks so darn cute awh you can’t rlly call him out rn (but you definitely do later in your relationship)

around two hours into the date he’s like “actually i’m the president of the slam poetry club” and you’re like “oh that’s cool!” (no it’s not omg ur praying he doesn’t start slamming right then and there bc you’ve heard rumours of what horrors the club has produced)

☆ if you like driving be prepared to Not Drive once you start dating atsumu (... or at least drive Less Frequently… unless you cut him a deal of some sort...)

he LOVES picking you up for school and this is the only time he’ll change the music playing in his car !!

he puts on the little playlist he made just for you and it’s got songs like:

cruise by florida georgia line (he literally always runs up to you and randomly sings “baby you a song” 😭)

burnin’ it down by jason aldean

play it again by luke bryan

but your song is “our song” by taylor swift ugh he knows every single line and he’s been dreaming of having a relationship like the one she describes ever since it dropped

ps: he’s actually the world’s biggest swiftie and thinks her earliest albums were the best

he got osamu on board too LMAO they go to her concerts whenever she visits their state. now you do too!!

☆ always drives with one hand on your thigh bc he’s just like that 🥰

☆ tried to learn how to play the guitar to serenade you but it was a miserable fail (he just can’t do the barre chords bc they’re so hard and what for !!)

☆ he’s such a good line-dancer tho

he’ll take you out to dance and it’s just such a vibe to see him smiling under lights, spinning you around at the barn dance with the goofiest smile on his face

☆ any time you guys fight or argue he’ll head out to the pasture behind his house and brood under the moon in the back of his pick-up truck LOL he’s so dramatic but it’s so cute!!

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu hcs #miya atsumu headcanons #haikyuu!!

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because-of-a-friend · 4 years

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Boyfriend!Minghao Fluff

Thanks for the request @tinykpoper !!! I really hope you like it! Sorry it took me longer than I expected, I had a good bit of it written but then my computer lost all of my progress :( Remember everyone this is a series I only write by request so if I’m missing someone you want, go ahead and request them!

MASTERLIST

Hao is such a chaotic force romantically lol

He acts very very very confident

But he is not

He’ll talk a huge game to the other boys

“I’m so smooth and charming, I could date anyone I want!”

“Then why aren’t you dating anyone?”

“I- ... shut up, DK”

But he goes on talking himself up anyways lol

Finally one day DK decides to put Hao to the test

Hao mentions something about how suave he is

And DK is like “Ok, go ask them for their number then”

He gestures to you, talking with a friend a few feet away on the sidewalk

Minghao is like “I did not hear that”

But DK keeps egging him on

So finally, Minghao walks up to you

It takes you a moment to even realize that he’s there

He’s so quiet

“Um, hello, my name is Minghao”

He scratches the back of his head

“Hi Minghao! I’m [Y/N]”

He’s taken aback by your bright smile and positive attitude

His heart skips a beat

“I, um... I was wondering if I might be able to get your number?”

You contemplate for a second about giving a random boy your number

But he’s cute and sweet and you’re not getting any bad feelings so you think why not

You put your number in his phone

“You better text me, Minghao”

His whole face is tomato red as he nods

DK is absolutely giddy when Minghao turns back to him

He opens his mouth but Minghao drags him away as quickly as possible

For the rest of the day, Minghao stares at your number wondering what to text you

He writes messages and then erases them over and over and over and over

He gets so in his head about it that eventually he just quits the idea of texting you

“Oh well, I’ll never see them again, it doesn’t really matter”

But he does see you again

He walks into a coffee shop late at night

He’s just looking around and studying the menu

“You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here”

He feels shock at the words

His mind starts racing to try and remember if there’s anyone he’s offended

He turns and it’s you!!!

You’re working there as a barista

Hao startles

“Oh...um”

“Is that what you do? Just ask people for their numbers and then never talk to them again? What’s even the point of that?”

He scratches the back of his head

“Well it’s just that...”

He looks back up at you

You’re smiling

Oh... you were messing with him

He smiles back a little

“I just didn’t know what to say”

“Well” you look over at the clock on the wall “You better figure out some things to say within twenty minutes”

“What? Why?”

“That’s when my shift ends! We can go get food, I’m hungry”

Minghao is speechless

“I- um...”

“And you can treat to make up for not texting”

Minghao sits in the corner of the cafe, waiting for your shift to end

His heart is pounding the whole time

He looks up every once in awhile to watch you work

You were so bright and kind to every customer

And you’re practically glowing in the golden lights of the cafe

When your shift is up you practically skip up to his table

“C’mon Mister Minghao, time for you to get me some dinner”

Minghao scrambles out of his chair and follows you out the door

Once you’re outside, you grab Hao’s hand and drag him towards the restaurant you have in mind

Hao is completely infatuated with you

How you’re smiling brightly under the street lights

You tell him excitedly about the restaurant you’re going to and how it’s one of your favorites

He just nods happily

Once you’re both finally settled in the restaurant, Minghao finally speaks up

It’s mostly to ask you questions about you

He finds out that you’re a university student, and what your major is

You tell him all about your family and friends and goals and dreams

Then you turn the conversation back to him

He shyly tells you about Seventeen and what that’s like

He beams as he talks about the boys and you find it absolutely adorable

“Can I see you dance sometime?”

He freezes

“Would you even want to?”

“Of course I would, Hao! You talk about it so passionately, I want to see you in action!”

“I mean, I was gonna spend some extra time in the practice room this weekend...”

“Cool, it’ll be our second date then!”

Minghao is absolutely glowing when he gets home

“I’m guessing the coffee shop was good?” Jeonghan asks as he and Coups stare at his dazed face

“Huh? Oh yeah... it was fine”

For the rest of the week, Hao practices dances he could show you

When the day finally comes, he’s so nervous

He keeps watching himself in the mirror, worried that he looks ridiculous

When you finally come, he’s already pretty worn out

You sit with your back to the mirrors as you watch one of the dances he’s been working on

In the midst of his thoughts about doing well enough to impress you

He gets a passing thought that the image of you sitting in front of the wall of mirrors watching him dance is one that he could get used to

Once the song is done, you jump up excitedly

“Minghao that was amazing!!! You have to teach me something!!!”

He grins as you grip his arms and jump up and down

“Um ok, have you ever danced before?”

“Not once!”

He laughs at how brightly you say it

“Ok, then we’ll try something basic first”

The two of you spend the rest of the day dancing around, laughing when you mess up

You’re both exhausted by the time you actually make your way through a simple dance

You sit on the floor of the dance practice and drink water

“So, Mister Minghao... Any ideas for our third date?”

Romantically, you hit him like a hurricane

Every day is a new adventure with you

He thought he was outgoing

But you’re honestly down to do anything at any time

It changes his life honestly

Every moment is new and exciting

And while he’s with you, it’s never scary, just fun

He tries so many new things he never would have even considered just because of you

Once he gains confidence in your relationship, he comes up with just as many ideas for dates as you

And he takes more of the lead sometimes

His favorite feeling is the two of you holding hands as you rush off towards your next adventure

“Honestly Hao, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this confident and happy before”

“It’s cuz I’m in love Gyu”

Speaking of the other boys

Wow do they adore you

Just like Hao, they’re all taken aback by your confidence

Even Seungkwan and Hoshi

But they really think you’re awesome

And it’s not long before you and Hao start inviting them on some of your adventures

They all have so much fun

They love it when you attend their concerts because you cheer so loud

They have an inside joke that they can always hear you no matter how loud the other attendees get

And they know you’re really good for Hao

Bc not only are you taking him out of his comfort zone

You always take him seriously

You listen closely to all of his problems and concerns

You never make fun of him, not even a little

You always proudly show off his art and praise him for it

You two like to go to couples art classes

There was that one time when you came home from a rough day

And you just kind of leaned across from him on the counter and rant

You admit that you’re struggling with school and the idea that you’re enough to accomplish what you want to

He silently takes out his paint and every time you complain about yourself, he writes one of the things he loves about you with paint on your skin

Then he stops waiting for you to say doubtful things and just continues writing kind thing after kind thing across your skin

When he runs out of space, he pushes up your shirt and continues to write

Then as he’s simply painting pretty designs up your stomach, he climbs on top of you and pushes you back to kiss you slowly and deeply and sweetly

Let’s just say he makes it very hard for you to doubt yourself

And you do the same for him

You honestly don’t even give him the chance to start doubting himself

You’re always supporting him in everything he does and praising his artistic creations

He loves talking to you after concerts

Because you always have something new to say and you’re always overly excited about their performance and you explain your best parts with giant gestures and loud words

And he just sits there giggling at you

If you mention something about one of the other boys

He’ll get pouty until you talk about him again

And then you have to pet his head while you tell him how proud of him you are

But then you also push him back and tell him he’s so dramatic

But you two just have a really pure love for each other

You’re each other’s #1 supporters

And your relationship is all about finding adventure and doing it together

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the-karma-cafe · 4 years

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drunk!reader x obey me

a/n: i said, yknow what ? i am gonna simp for every goddamn character in this game. so naturally my hand slipped n i wrote mindless stuff for all of them. sorry for the weird jumping around - i wanted to get to as many characters as i could

My head slowly nodded above the counter, the alcohol taking hold of my body. I hummed, gulping down the last of my drink.

I felt something touch my hair and I looked over, squinting at the person beside me. “Asmo?” I asked.

“Aww, looks like someone can’t hold their drink, hm?” Asmodeus cooed, twirling a strand of my hair around his slender finger.

I mustered up a small smile. “You got me.” I lifted up my head to look around at everyone else. They sat at different places in the room, but all mingled happily in varying degrees of intoxication.

I went to prop up my head with my hand, missing the first time. “You’re all so pretty. I dunno how I function most of the time.”

Asmo blinked, watching me carefully. “Who do you think is the prettiest?”

I gave a short laugh. “I don’t think you want to hear the answer to that one.”

“Whaat~! If not me then who!” He whined loudly, attracting the attention of a couple of the others.

I felt an arm come to a rest on my head none too gently. My head stumbled from its perch on my hand and I glared up at the offending demon. Mammon grinned down at me, “Figures you’d get drunk first, MC.”

I fingered his tie before abruptly pulling him down to my eye level. “Wanna say that to my face?”

Bright red filled his cheeks, his eyes darting from my eyes to my lips and back again. “Uh,” he started smartly.

Asmodeus clapped gleefully. “Ooh~ They’re sexy when they’re drunk. We should do this more often.”

I ignored him, releasing Mammon from my hold and ruffling his hair instead. So soft... “I’m teasing. ‘Course I’d be the first to go off the deep end.” I giggled softly.

His blush only increased. He cleared his throat, backing away from me. “Right, heh, I knew that. As if you could intimidate the great Mammon anyway.” He scoffed, looking away to take a deep swig of his drink.

Barbatos appeared in front of us from behind the bar. He smiled kindly. “Looks like I’ll be cutting you off for the night.” He swiped my glass from me to go clean it.

“Wha~!” I whined at him, making grabby motions for my glass. “That’s not fair, everyone else gets theirs!”

“You’re starting to sound like Levi.” Belphie yawned, taking my hand lightly. His thumb smoothed slow circles over the back, calming me slightly.

I smiled up at him wordlessly, a little dazed, squeezing his hand back.

Levi frowned in response, muttering something like, “I don’t sound like that,” but was ignored.

Barbatos turned back around, cleaning the glass with a rag. “I’m afraid that’s just the way it is! Diavolo’s orders.”

I smiled shyly, walking my fingers across the counter towards him. “Any way I could convince you?”

Mammon did a spit-take and Barbatos’s eyes widened. An amused smile teased his lips. He gently grasped my hand, pulling it up to his face. He brushed a kiss across my knuckles, winking. “Maybe another time, MC.”

Mammon shouted nonsense in the background. Pink dusted across my features. “Oho, I see you, Barb~” I fluttered my fingers at him.

He straightened up and nodded politely, returning to the sink behind him.

A spoon poked my cheek. I frowned, glancing to my side. Asmodeus was gone and had been replaced by Beelzebub. A bowl of steaming soup sat in front of him. He looked at me expectantly.

I sniffed it. It smelled heavenly. I took the spoon into my mouth, greedily drinking its contents. Beel smiled approvingly. Mammon almost burst a blood vessel behind us, being held back by Asmodeus. “What is that?” I asked, intrigued.

He took another sip. “Soup. Barbatos said the stuff in it helps prevent hangovers. Figured you’d need some.”

“Awww~” I leaned closer. “You take such good care of me, Beel. What would I do without you?”

His eyes glanced from his soup to my eyes to my lips. “Um,” he muttered. “Probably be hungry.”

I smiled fondly, tapping his nose lightly. “You’re adorable.”

A light blush rose in his cheeks. “Oh.. thank you. You… look tasty?”

It was my turn to blush. I knew he didn’t register that remark as anything other than food-related but I couldn’t stop the thoughts from snaking into my mind. I smirked, my gaze dropping to his lips. “Wanna find out?”

His eyes widened and his lips parted to say something, but he was interrupted by a rather loud slap. I whirled around, or tried, to see Satan hitting Mammon upside the head. “Be quiet, what’s all the fuss about?”

I giggled, drawing his attention. His gaze softened. “Ah, I see. And here you said you were going to control yourself tonight.”

I pushed up from my seat, wobbling slightly. His hands jumped to steady me. I smiled gratefully, bringing my arms up to rest on his shoulders. “You’re so sweet, Satan~” I chuckled. “Pfft, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

The faintest blush decorated his cheeks, his hands finding my waist. “I can’t imagine why.” He teased, cracking a smile.

I squealed, bringing my hands forward to cup his cheeks. “You’re so cute!! Gah, I can’t take it.” His blush darkened a bit, his head slightly leaning into my touch. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Nope! Can’t take that much cuteness at once. Sorry~”

I felt him rumble with laughter. “I can’t really take offense to that.”

He glanced up to see Lucifer marching over, a particularly murderous look on his face. Satan’s smile curled into an impish grin. He pulled me close without warning, earning a small yelp from me. My hands flew from his face to behind him, grasping at the back of his neck for stability. My eyes snapped open to stare up at him. My face turned redder than it already was. “Well I know I didn’t just get a hug for no reason.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, watching curiously as his eyes slightly lulled close at the touch. “What’s the occasion?”

He smirked, “Guess.”

I turned in his grasp to see Lucifer walking towards us. I smiled toothily, waving at the stronger demon. “Hey-o, Lucy~”

Lucifer paused in his tracks, staring at me incredulously. Mammon burst out laughing. “Lucy! Hah, that’s rich!” Levi and Asmodeus shared in his laughter. A couple of the others hid grins of their own.

Satan squeezed me lightly. “Cute.” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. I shivered, involuntarily leaning towards his warmth.

Lucifer resumed his angry stride. I squinted, barely seeing an outline of purple around him. He approached Satan and cleared his throat. Apparently, he didn’t have an idea for what to do when he actually got here. Satan smirked. “What, you want ‘em?”

He nodded. “Clearly you all cannot be trusted with them.” He grabbed my arm, twirling me into his chest. I thudded against him, my hands feeling at his chest in wonder. Is Lucy just rock? Are all demons made of rock? Is Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson a demon? No way, he’s too pure for that… or is he……… “I will take them back to their room.”

I snapped from my thoughts at that. “No!” I protested, squirming in his grasp. “I wanna stay!”

Lucifer peered down at me, thinly-veiled concern clouding his gaze. “You must be tired?” He asked.

I shook my head wildly, pinning him with a pleading look. His expression and grasp on me softened further as I ran my hands up his chest. “No! Super awake. Please let me stay. Pleeeaaase~?” I wheedled, hoping puppy-dog eyes worked on him.

Lucifer held my gaze for a beat, his eyes tracing my features worriedly, before sighing in acquiescence. I hopped up happily, kissing him on the cheek and wrapping him up in a hug. “Thank you, Lucy~” I cooed into his ear, feeling him shudder a bit beneath me. He patted my back mechanically and I pulled away, my eyes settling on Diavolo a bit behind Lucifer.

“Deee-ah-vo-lo~” I grinned, skipping up to him.

His eyes sparkled with interest as he considered me. “Yes, MC? You’re enjoying your time here this evening, I take it?”

I nodded brightly “Of course I am.” I paused, biting my lip. “I wish I got to see you more often, Dee.”

He blinked. “Dee?” He echoed.

My hands flew to my mouth. “Oh no! I’m sorry, Diavolo is such a mouthful I’ve taken to just referring to you as ‘Dee’ in my head. I’m so sorry!”

Diavolo chuckled goodnaturedly. “That’s fine, MC. It’s a cute nickname.”

“For a cute demon.” I winked.

He nodded, playing along. “Precisely.”

“What, he gets a cute nickname but I don’t?” Levi muttered behind me, just loud enough for me to hear, although I doubted that was intentional. I turned and advanced on him. He blinked in surprise, slightly red at the attention. “Oops, did I say that out loud?”

I nodded, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Yep! But worry not! You already have a cute nickname, Levi-chan.” I affectionately tacked on the honorific. This pacified him slightly.

“That does sound cuter.” He nodded approvingly.

I held up a hand. “Of course it does!” Levi’s eyes brightened as he slapped my hand in a high-five. His following fist pump of victory launched him into a spiel about his newest animated obsession.

Solomon and Simeon approached, polite smiles decorating their handsome features. I nearly swooned. “Hello, MC.” Simeon greeted, his eyes dancing mirthfully over my current state.

I nodded weakly. “You guys are very pretty.”

Solomon’s eyebrows raised at that. “Not the greeting I expected, but,” he smoothed his features over, “not unwelcome~” he teased.

Simeon chuckled. “Aren’t you charming. It’s taking a lot to resist inviting you up to my room tonight~”

My face glowed red. “O-Oh, holy shit you are way too attractive for me to know how to respond to that coolly.”

He barked a laugh. “You’ll always be cool to me, MC.”

“Thank you!”

Mammon broke free of Asmo’s grasp and interrupted the conversation, circling me in his arms. “No touchin’! Grrr!” He growled at the non-demons.

I tugged at Mammon’s tie again, making him squeak a bit. He bent over my shoulder. “What’d I do this time!” I turned my head to face him.

And promptly pressed a kiss to his lips.

My stomach somersaulted, either from the alcohol or the kiss. Some whoops could be heard around us, mostly from Simeon and Diavolo. Mammon sprang into action, bringing me closer to him, his hands finding my waist. I played with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him hum happily in response.

A hand pulled Mammon from me. Lucifer frowned at him disapprovingly. Mammon’s expression was downright giddy. “I got a kiss.” He boasted proudly, puffing out his chest. “None o’ y’all can say that, heh!”

Satan spoke up from his seat on the couch next to us. “Well I definitely won’t be bested by you.” He seized my wrist and pulled me down into his lap.

“Oh!” I exclaimed in surprise. One of his slender fingers guided my chin up towards his face.

His eyes glittered as he looked down at me. “Can I kiss you, MC?” I nodded eagerly. He poorly hid his victorious smirk and caught my lips with his. I melted in his embrace, shifting on him to card my fingers through his hair.

Mammon shrieked in dismay beside us.

Thin but strong arms pried me off of Satan. I sighed at the loss. “What was that for~” I whined, “put me back.” I made grabby hands at Satan. He was blushing! He smiled, waggling his fingers at me.

My attacker whirled me around, almost making me nauseous. Asmodeus faced me, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Don’t tell me you think Satan is the prettiest of all of us. I mean, c’mon, MC! Look at me!” He gestured at himself confidently. “I bet you want a kiss from me, too, huh?”

I shrugged. “I’ll kiss anyone here.”

His eyes widened at this. “Really?”

“Have you seen the people here? Is that rhetorical?”

“Point taken!” He laughed. “Free MC kisses!” He shouted to the group, earning some head-turns. Mammon sulked in the corner, growing mushrooms.

Asmodeus cupped my face sweetly. “Aww, you look so cute with your face all red like this.” His face neared and he pressed our lips together. Immediately he tried to deepen the kiss, a welcome outcome for me, but was pushed aside. “Hey I wasn’t done~!” He complained.

Before me was Beel. He held up another spoonful of soup. “Less kissing, more eating.”

I grinned. “If I take another bite will you kiss me?” I spoke mostly just to tease him. Mostly.

He blinked, growing pink again. “Oh… alright.” He fed me another spoonful, his lips following the hot soup soon after. I hummed into him. Delicious. I tugged at his jacket, desperate for more. He indulged me, but kept the soup level in his hand behind me. His tongue slipped into my mouth curiously and I gasped, pulling away from him when I remembered the people watching. He frowned at the loss, licking his lips. “I was right. You are tasty.”

I laughed. “Pretty sure that’s just the soup, but thanks.”

“That’s enough.” A gruff voice spoke up. I felt my world spin as I was swept into someone’s arms. Lucifer held me bridal style. “This ridiculous game ends now. I am putting MC to bed.”

Some boos resounded throughout the room and I giggled, waving to no one in particular. “I’ll kiss you later~!” I reassured everyone. I earned whoops in response and grinned widely.

Lucifer scoffed and swept me from the room.

It was much quieter outside and I felt the fatigue of the night start to set in. I yawned, readjusting in his arms. My eyes fluttered closed. “You don’t mind, do ya, Luce?”

He glanced down at me fondly. “Of course not.” He whispered so softly I barely caught it.

I smiled in response. “Yer just a big softie. Y’ain’t slick.”

His chest grew a bit rigid against me. “I am not.. a ‘softie.’”

“Mhm.”

Lucifer frowned at that. He nudged open the door to my room and cast me on the bed unceremoniously. “Oof!” I looked up at him through lidded eyes. “That could’ve been sweeter.”

He grinned condescendingly. “I did say I wasn’t a softie.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mere ya big softie.” I grabbed his tie and yanked him down to my level. He made a small noise of surprise in his throat, his gaze catching mine. I grinned impishly. “Aw, I’ve got you right where I want you. Now what’re you gonna do?”

A low growl bubbled up from his chest. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed atop me in one swift movement. I gasped. His face was even closer to mine now, a confident smirk twisting his lips. “I should be the one saying that.”

My eyes dropped to his lips. “Can I kiss you now?”

He chuckled. “You’ve been doing a lot of that tonight, are you sure you can handle more?”

I scoffed. “It’s a kiss not sex I think I’ll be oka-��

He cut me off with a searing kiss and I sighed into his mouth happily. I could fall asleep like this. Another wave of fatigue washed over me. Oh… I am going to fall asleep like this.

As if reading my mind, Lucifer parted from me. “I’ll have someone bring you something in the morning for your hangover.” My eyes slid shut and I hummed noncommittally. I felt his soft lips touch my forehead and I smiled, snuggling into my sheets.

“Goodnight, MC.”

a/n: can you tell who my favorites are dskfh

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plainbrunettelbl · 4 years

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ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Word count: 1679

Warning: Enough fluff to kill you.

Title: ABO (O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) Reader Blushing Birthday Boy

Summary: It’s your Omega’s birthday and you can’t wait to take him out to celebrate!

(Gif not mine credit to the owner!)

🐙-You were excited to spend the day with your sweet Omega on his birthday! You had planned this day a week in advance just to make sure everything was perfect.

🐙-You didn’t tell him where you were taking him, wanting to surprise him when you pulled up to place. You excitedly pecked him on the cheek when he climbed into the car. He let out a quiet squeak before slumping into the leather chair in a blushing mess.

🐙-Your Omega was so adorable! Your Alpha purred at the sight of him.

🐙-“Happy Birthday, Omega! I can’t wait until we get there! We are gonna have so much fun today, Tamaki.” You beamed, pulling away from the curb and driving to the destination.

***

🐙-You parked the car and turned to him. You had made him close his eyes five minutes before you got there just to see his face when he opened his eyes are saw where you were.

🐙-“Okay! Open up, Tama.” You grinned, loving the way his indigo eyes reflected the sunlight hitting them.

🐙-“A carnival?” He questioned, looking at the twirling rides and white and red striped tents.

🐙-“Yeah! I am glad today is your birthday since this is their last weekend here.” You said, getting out of the car.

🐙-You walked over to his side and opened his door for him. Once his feet hit the ground you scooped him up in a hug. You Alpha nearly purring at his sweet smell rubbing off on you.

🐙-You should have scented him before you went into a crowd with a bunch of Alphas but you knew he would short circuit if you scented him it in public. For now, you were content in leaving a little of your scent on him with the hug.

🐙-“Are you excited, Omega? I asked Mirio if you ever been to a carnival before and he said no. I thought it would be cool to do something you haven't done before.” You said, pulling away and looking up until into his blushing face.

🐙-“Yeah, it seems fun.” He stuttered, still feeling the warmth of your body against his.

🐙-His Omega was begging him to stay wrapped up in your arms all day but he pushed his Omega’s thoughts down. His Alpha had planned this trip for him and he was gonna enjoy every second of it.

🐙-“Well come on Omega! The fun is about to begin!” You smiled, taking his hand and tugging him to the entrance.

***

🐙-You and Tamaki stood in line at the very first ride you saw. It was a huge roller coaster that had so many loops and turns it made you head spin just looking at it.

🐙-“There are so many sweet treats I know you are dying to try! Let’s get on a few rides before we start hitting up the food stands. I don’t want my Omega getting sick on their birthday!” You laughed, loving the way Tamaki was trying to hide with his face stuffed in your chest.

🐙-“Y/N...” Tamaki mumbled, nuzzling more into your chest.

🐙-“What’s up? If it’s about the food we don’t have to wait if you are hungry now. It’s your birthday so we are gonna do whatever you want.” You hummed, rubbing a hand down his back.

🐙-“I don’t think I can go on this ride.” He said, shivering a little.

🐙-Your Alpha sat up immediately, her protective instincts rushing forward.

🐙-“What’s wrong, Tamaki? Did I mess up? Are you afraid of roller coasters?” You asked, you heart stalling at the thought of ruining your poor Omegas birthday.

🐙-You had planned the perfect day and not taken into account that Tamaki might not like roller coasters.

🐙-“No, Alpha! I am willing to try them but I would prefer if we went on the ones that have more than one bar holding you down in place.” He mumbled, embarrassed at his own fear.

🐙-The smile bounced right back on your face.

🐙-“Why didn’t you say so sooner? Let’s go find another ride. This one looks like it would give us a headache anyways.” You hummed, dropping a peck on his forehead before pulling him away.

***

🐙-After a few rides, you and Tama finally hit up the food stands. Your Omega looked like he didn’t eat a lot but thanks to his quirk he could put away quite a lot of food.

🐙-“What do you want, baby? The turkey legs look good. I could go for a couple of hot dogs though.” You pointed out, looking at the menu.

🐙-From the corner of your eye, you saw Tamaki eyeing the ice cream vendor not too far from you.

🐙-You knew he wouldn’t ask for ice cream if you didn’t push him. He had wanted to pay for his ticket at the door. You had lightly scratched the back of his scalp and told him you were paying for everything today. He had melted in your grasp and didn’t put up much of a fight after that.

🐙-He usually wouldn’t let you spend a dime on him if it wasn’t needed.

🐙-Like you would sit by and let your Omega go dessertless after a meal. That was unthinkable. Your Alpha was determined to spoil your soft-spoken Omega.

🐙-“I think I will get a turkey leg and some chili fries if that is okay, Alpha?” Tama asked nervously eyeing the prices on the menu and looking back at you.

🐙-“Of course! You know what! I am feeling some fries too. How about I buy us a large order of chili fries to share?” You convinced, look sideways at your gentle mate.

🐙-You knew a small order of fries and a turkey leg wasn’t gonna fill him up so you would buy a big plate for him and pretend you were eating your fill.

🐙-He perked up at the suggestion.

🐙-“Sounds good, Alpha.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around your arm while you placed your order.

🐙-You both walked to a table not too far away and waited for it to be made.

🐙-“Are you having fun, Tamaki?” You questioned, pulling him closer to you by his waist.

🐙-“A lot of fun, Alpha! Thank you for bringing me.” He beamed, leaning down to drop a kiss on your lips.

🐙-“Are you sure? I know the crowd must be a lot for you.” You asked again, peering out at the bumbling crowd shifting around you both.

🐙-“Not if you are by my side, Y/N. Everything seems to fall away when I am in my Alpha’s arms.” He looked down a small smile on his face.

🐙-Your Alpha howled in pride.

🐙-“I’m glad to hear that, Tama. Looks like our order is ready. Let’s eat and afterward that ice cream stand is calling our name.” You said standing up to go get your food.

🐙-Your Omega was getting his sweet treat whether he liked it or not.

***

🐙-You were walking down the two rows were the carnival games were set up. You looked as kids and adults tossed rings and threw darts. You knew taking your Omega here was evil but you couldn’t help it.

🐙-There was a reason why this lane smelled of Omegas more than the rest of the carnival. All the stuffed animals stacked on the game walls were too tempting for any Omega that passed by.

🐙-Now you need your precious Omegas eyes to latch onto one and you would be all too pleased to win it for him.

🐙-As soon as his indigo eyes locked onto a small octopus plushy your target was set. Your Alpha was already upfront and center ready to demolish anything in her path to win that soft toy for her mate.

🐙-“Ooh, look! Let’s try out that game. I bet I can knock over those milk cartons in no time!” You declared already walking up to the stand.

🐙-“Are you sure, Y/N? You know these games are rigged right?” Tamaki said, peering at the stacked cartons and trying not to let his eyes stray to the soft octopus hanging a foot away from them.

🐙-“Even if it is, I won’t let it stop me.” You winked, slapping down some money and grabbing the three baseballs you had purchased.

🐙-Your first throw knocked down three of the six milk cartons but it was just a practice shot to get a feel for it. Your second throw was much better, five bottles rolled off the stand.

🐙-“Blow a kiss on the ball for me, Tamaki.” You encouraged, lifting the baseball up to his lips.

🐙-He flushed red and backed away.

🐙-“W-what? Why?” He stuttered, his cute elf ears turning crimson as well.

🐙-“For good luck. You are my good luck charm after all.” You chuckled, offering him the ball again.

🐙-He was blushing up a storm but he still leaned down and blew a kiss on the ball.

🐙-“Thank you, Omega. Now its time to win you that octopus.” You grinned before throwing the ball with all your might.

🐙-Six bottles down and one plush octopus later you both were heading to the entrance. The sun was starting to go down and you knew it would get colder at night so you coaxed your timid Omega to leave.

🐙-You didn’t want your mate walking around in the cold after all.

🐙-Being cuddled up in the nest he had on the couch was a better option.

🐙-“Thank you for the plushy, Alpha,” Tamaki said, climbing into the car.

🐙-“No problem, Omega. Anything for you.” You smiled, turning the car on and making sure the heat was pointed in his direction.

🐙-“W-would you scent it for me when we get back?” He whispered, clutching it tightly to his chest, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest waiting for your answer.

🐙-“Sure thing, babe!” You grinned, happy today had turned out so well.

I had this idea of going to the carnival with Bakugo but since it was our elfs birthday today I changed it out. I hope yall liked it! This is also the first time I switched roles so please give me some feedback!

Please reblog and leave a like! Each really helps motivate me to post! 💜

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Your hcs are so on point! good job op!! could you do a real world hc with the main six playing the arcana? mc being the fictional one, and they caught our reversed ending 😭

Hi! Thanks for requesting I appreciate it! Hopefully this is what you wanted!

Request R open!

Main Six playing the arcana and getting a bad ending!

Also fun fact when I first started playing the arcana stanned asra, hard, and then somehow managed to get his bad ending first, (probably because of my stubbornness) and I never felt more disappointed in my life, so I’m basing these off the pain I felt that one faithfull night.

Asra

He first downloaded the game as a joke, thinking it would be like one of those weird dating simulators (you know the ones) and is pleasntly surprised when he finds out that it isn’t. He’s even more surprised when he starts to get invested in the game, like really invested

He falls in love with your character as soon as he sees it, you’re everything he wants in a relationship, everything he’s dreamed of, he even goes out of his way to buy your charms, and merch, (Muriel makes fun of him for it, but asra feels no shame)

The day finally comes, he’s finally on the last chapter, and he’s almost certain he’s got your good ending, but something feels off. There’s a weird dark undertone that he can’t really shake, but there’s no way he got the reversed ending, he did everything right! Right?

When the reversed ending screen shows up, his heart drops, he goes into a panicked mode trying to figure out where he went wrong, looking up guides and cheats, time traveling to get more keys so he can get a redo, he’ll do anything. Luckily Muriel is there to calm him down and remind him it’s just a game, but that doesn’t stop him from feeling guilty about it, like he did something wrong.

Nadia

Asra somehow managed to convinced her to play it for the story, it catches her off guard when she starts to fall for a fictional character. Very off guard...It takes her a while to admit that she likes your character, so it’s hard to pinpoint where exactly she started to catch feelings, but when she does, finally admit to it, she still tries to push them waaaaay down.

She doesn’t tell anyone, about the game, or about that one character that she really likes, not even Asra, who is the one who got her into this game, everytime he asks how she’s liking it, she’ll simply say “it’s decent” but they both know she’s lying. She’s also too scared to buy merch I case some one were to find it, so she doesn’t but has a deep need too.

She gets very excited when it’s time to get her ending, (a little more excited then she thought she would get,) she’s not too overly confident, she thinks she made one or two wrong choices, but in the end she thinks she made a majority good, right? Right???

Within five minutes of playing the ending, she knows it’s a bad one, there’s no way your LI turning themselves into the devil is a good ending...but then again... she’s not overly disappointed, just a little, shes also not too mad about the bad ending she got.... but all in all she goes back to redo her choices and gets the good eneding. (She found the reverse ending to be more intresting but hey, Beggars can’t be choosers,)

Julian

Portia just wouldn’t shut up about this game, so he decides to give it a go, besides who doesn’t love a cheesy romance story, but then he finds out the story is heavily based on witch craft and Magick and almost deletes the app. Portia some how manages to convince him to keep the app, he falls in love with your character by like the third or fourth chapter.

He thinks your unique, intriguing, he wants to know more about your character so does as much research as he can, and now has a lot of random knowledge about your character. I don’t think he’s the type to buy merch of your character, but he definitely finds it cute.

He’s overalls anxious while playing the game, as soon as it was announced/he found out that there were bad endings, so when it comes time for the ending he is practically sweating, and feels him self on the verge of an anxiety attack for a character of a dating simulator aimed at teenagers and young adults. (Granted Julian should be in his mid thirties atleast)

When he gets your Reversed he feels his heart crush, how could he do this too you, his bad choices got you turned into a damn bird, (or any animal of your choosing) he feels so bad that he catches him self apologizing. Apologizing. He ends up deleting the game because it ended up giving him a lot of stress and anxiety and he can’t mentally go through that again, even if it means getting your upright . (He does go back to get it three months later, because he feels bad and the guilt is eating him alive, then uninstalls it for good.)

Portia

This isn’t her first rodeo. I feel like playing dating simulators is a small guilty pleasure of hers, on the topic she’s lost countless hours of sleep playing mystic messenger, her favorites are yoosung, and jahee, (zen and seven remind her too much of diffrent versions of her brother, jumin grosses her our, and she can’t afford another story.)

She thinks your character is adorable! She falls in love in like the first chapter, you’re just so cute! She most definitely has atleast one charm of you that’s official, the rest of the merch she has of you is from artist from the fandom! (Portia supports small artist the most out of the main six, Asra’s close behind)

She is very confident that she got your upright ending. How could she not? She did every thing the (outdated) guide on Wikipedia said, but when she’s playing your ending something doesn’t feel right...Maybe she read the guide wrong....but those choices felt right....

Gasps, very loudly when she sees the reversed ending screen. She had a feeling, but it still hurt a little bit, it always does, espically when you like a character so much that you go to the wiki to double check your choices. But she tries again anyways and gets your upright ending, (without the wiki) and is very proud of her self

Muriel

Why. He does not see the appeal at all. Why would you dedicate days, weeks, to a fictional character who doesn’t exist and is programmed to fall in love with you. Asra has to bribe him with smoked eel for him to even download it, but when he does indulge in playing it, he starts to see the apeal.

It feels nice to be loved, to be wanted, even if it’s not real, and he likes that about your character, he likes your character a lot. Asra has often caught him smiling stupidly at his phone while he plays the game, he doesn’t like the overly romantic scenes, but the cute cheesy ones are okay. He’s also too ashamed to buy official art, so he draws his own, but doesn’t show it to anyone

Poor man didn’t even know there were bad endings, until asra told him. That’s when things started to go downhill. He went back through the game, replaying old chapters,second guessing his choices, picking the opposite of what he feels is right, because there’s no way what he thinks is right could actually be it, right?

When he gets your reversed ending he feels his heart drop into his stomach, his eyes even start to water, he gets so upset and frustrated that he uninstalls the app, and never reinstalls it. But It’d be bold of you to assume that stops him from drawing fan art.

Lucio

So like, the devs confirmed during one of the “ask the arcana’s” that lucio would be a loud let’s play YouTuber, so It’s bold of you to assume that he wouldn’t play this on his obnoxious YouTube channel because one (1) person requested it on his only fans

He starts out by making fun of the game, very obnoxiously, but suddenly stops making fun of your character, he claims that your character is to “well written” to make fun of, to seem cool, but everyone watching knows that he has a thing for you. His fans even send him official merch or fan art that they made of you’re character because they know how much he likes you. (He keeps all of it but never says thank you)

When it’s time for the endings he is very overly confident, claiming that he knows for a fact that he got the upright ending, that he is 100% sure that he made all the right choices. But in reality he’s just saying that I’m order to convince himself, he’s actually not too sure,

When he gets the reverse ending, he kind of just stares at his phone like a deer In the headlights for a couple seconds, then his twitch stream gets banned from the string of curses he’s letting out because the game is “obviously rigged” and there’s “no way” he deserved to get a bad ending. (He tries to replay the entire route and gets the bad ending again, then just gives up.)

Thanks for reading I hope you liked it!

Next Headcanon: Main six reacting to an Mc with really long hair! (5/19)

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Birthday Magic

Got a request for a scenario where the reader is King Arthur's daughter and has magic powers she keeps hidden but Douxie finds out. Hope you like it ! Inbox is open !

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Being the only heir to the throne of Camelot was stressful, especially as you were now coming of age. Turning 18 today should have been a fun experience, a day of celebration with maybe a party or a present.

But instead your father told you he didn’t have time for such trivial games. Gunmar had killed one of his knights and he was plotting revenge. Sometimes you couldn’t recognise your father. King Arthur he was no no more. The man you called father was a crazed and delusional killer, who wrongly persecuted magical creatures.

Personally, you saw the magical creatures as your people too and wished that you could care for them as you do for the people of Camelot. Maybe as Queen you’d be different, make a massive change to the way things are.

Long ago, legends spoke of a girl who’d be born with the gifts to unite both mortal and magical creatures, together in harmony. This legend was passed down through scriptures, etched onto stone, woven in tapestries. But after Gweneviere’s death, your mother, your father had every magical scripture and book in the palace library destroyed. Only Morgana’s, Douxie's and Merlín’s magical items were left untouched.

So you remained blissfully ignorant of you fate. For now you hid your powers with all your might, terrified of what you father would do to you. Your mothers death had made him volatile, unpredictable and you didn’t want to lose your only parent. To see him look at you with hatred for your gifts scared you, petrified you.

Sad and lonely on your birthday, you left the throne room which was now filling with knights. They were meeting with the king to plan their next attack. You wanted no part in the bloodshed, and anyways your father would never let you join them on a quest. He might be a delusional killer now, but he loved you and would protect his only child with his life.

Head hanging low , you shuffled past the knights trying not to cry at the fact that nobody seeemed to remember your birthday. A cry escaped your lips as you slammed the doors shut to the throne room, and you crumbled to the floor.

With the servants attending to their duties, the knights and king preoccupied with a looming war and Merlín teaching Morgana, the halls were empty. Silence filled the castle, except for your quiet sobs, as you cried into the fabric of your long gown.

Too preoccupied with your own self pity and sadness, you didn’t notice a certain cat approaching you until he nuzzled at your arm, soft fur tickling your skin. A small laugh left you lips as you picked Archie up, placing him on your lap and cuddling into his fur.

“Why are you crying princess ?” His question caused the small smile on your lips to fall, and you looked down at his sympathetic gaze.

“I know it’s silly Arch but....nobody remembered my birthday....” you mumbled into his fur, cuddling the cat closer to seek some sort of comfort.

That left Archie a little surprised but it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Before Gwen had passed your birthdays had been a huge cause of celebration. The whole of Camelot would celebrate and feast to commemorate another year of their beloved princess. Unlike your father you were kind and unlike your aunt you didn’t just want to protect magical beings. You wanted to help everyone and for that you were beloved by your people, even some trolls.

However your mother's death had changed everything. Without her, celebrating your birthday became painful; it was a reminder that she would never be there for one again. It broke your heart, but not as much as your father's who couldn’t stand the idea of you getting older and being in more and more danger. Sexist as it was, he wished he’d had a boy. You were so small, and maybe strong in character but you were no knight. He couldn’t lose you.

“Well that’s no good princess....come on follow me.” Archie leapt out of your lap, signalling you to follow him before scampering down the halls.

Although you still felt disheartened, you had nothing better to do and were a little curious about where Archie wanted to take you, so you got up, dusted off your gown and ran after him.

“Where are we going Arch ?” You asked as you followed him up one of the towers, rushing up the winding staircase after him. It felt like forever when you finally reached the top. Stopping as Archie pawed at the door, you watched it swing open greeting you with the sight of a very sleepy wizard.

“Good morning sleeping beauty.” You said, giggling at the sight of the dishevelled apprentice, who’s long hair was in disarray and eyes dropping with sleep.

“Whaaattts going on ? Princess why are you here ?” Douxie rubbed at his eyes, talking sleepily as he started registering his surroundings.

Douxie got one day off a week from his duties as Merlin's apprentice, and on that day he liked to sleep in. For once he wasn’t being summoned to do chores, whether it was collecting some materials to be used as ingredients or cleaning up the workshop. Yet here he was at 9 in the morning, woken up rudely by his familiar banging on his door. However when he saw you, beautiful as always in your long flowing gown, he suddenly wasn't so annoyed.

Plus as you entered his room in the tower, thanking him as he ushered you in, he noticed how puffy and red your usual sparkling eyes were. As if you’d been crying a lot.

Never before had you been up this tower. When Douxie had been taken in years ago by Merlín, your father had given him a room in the castle, a place to stay and sleep. Whilst you had some interaction with Douxie, exchanging pleasantries to snarky comments, you two were never that close. You feared he’d sense your magical abilities and tell Merlín, who’d then tell your father. Whereas he found himself nervous around you, losing his cool and charm and instead becoming an awkward teenager.

But here you were perusing his room, taking in what few things he had. You were drawn to the bookshelves he had, hand trailing over the magical books Merlín had given him to study. Preoccupied with the books you were looking at, you didn’t notice Douxie and Archie having a little spat behind you.

In a hushed but annoyed whisper, Douxie turned on his famialir who in turn laughed nervously, backing up a little.

“Arch you better have a good reason for waking me up so early on my one day off. And why in Merlín’s name is princess (y/n) in my room ?”

“Well you see Doux, it’s the princess’s birthday and it appears nobody remembered.” Archie’s answer made all of Douxie’s anger melt away.

That explained why you looked like you’d been crying, no wonder you were upset. This was your eighteenth birthday as well, and yet here you were alone. He smiled down at his famialir who let out a sigh of relief that his wizard was now calmer.

“Alright Arch, well I guess we’ve got a birthday to celebrate.” Both familiar and wizard now were determined to make sure you had a good day.

“Woah woah Douxie what are you doing ?” You were taken by surprise when the wizard started pushing you out of his room.

“I’m taking you out princess, for a birthday celebration.” He held his arm out to you, chivalrous as he could be. You might be friends but you were still a princess and also a pretty girl. He was going to be polite.

“Ohhh, yay !” For the first time that day you smiled. Finally it seemed like things were getting better. You gratefully accepted his arm, meeting his eyes for a moment.

That’s when he sensed it, something pure and warm flowed through you. He could feel something magical radiating through you. And then you looked away and it disappeared.

‘Strange..’ he thought to himself for a second he could swear you were magic.

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Out in the town of Camelot people stopped to greet you, wanting to wish their princess a happy birthday. It made you happy that at least your people had remembered, if your family would not.

“princess (y/n.....I made this for you.” A little girl with fiery red hair ran up to you, holding a flower crown made of roses and daises. It was lovely, and clearly carefully crafted by the little girl.

You untangled your arm from Douxie and crouched down to the little girl's height, smiling at her as you bowed your head and removed your tiara. She carefully placed it upon your head.

“Thank you. It’s lovely. May I ask your name ?” You spoke to her gently, as to not intimidate her.

“It’s Mary your highness.” She spoke with a slight lisp caused by her two missing front teeth. She was adorable.

“Well Mary this is the loveliest present I’ve ever had. Here I’d like to repay you.” You handed out you tiara to her.

She froze, eyes locked on the beautiful sparkling object.

“F-for me ??” Her voice wavered as you carefully placed it atop her head of red hair.

“Kindness makes one a princess. And a princess must have a tiara.” You stood up then and watched as she ran to her parents, giggling and shouting as she pointed to the tiara on her head.

A smile played its ways across your lips. Nothing made you happier than helping your people, magical and mortal.

“You are lovely princess.” Douxie slipped his hand through yours, sming at you. The compliment warmed your cheeks and you glanced the other way. The look of admiration he was giving you made your stomach flip.

“Thanks Douxie, it’s nothing really. I just love my people. I would do anything to protect them.....including the magical ones.” You met his eyes again as you spoke the last part of your sentence. This time it was his turn to blush as you basically confessed you’d do anything to protect him as well.

He let out a cough hoping to break the sudden tension.

“Umm well you’ll make a great Queen one day. But for now princess I’ve got one last thing to show you.” He trailed off before pulling you out of the town, hands linked together as you ran with him.

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The enchanted forests had been a favourite place of yours since you were an infant. Before Gwen's passing she’d take you out here all the time with your aunt Morgana. For hours you’d play among the creatures of the forest, who found your kindness and innocence to be enchanting. Magical creatures in the forest were drawn to the light magic you radiated.

It was the purest form of magic, something only the old gods could bestow upon you. Trolls, pixies and even Nari the spirit of the enchanted forest had recognised you from the old prophecies. It was unmistakable. You were to be the last Pendeagon, to unite magical and mortal alike.

However after Gwen died, you were prohibited from even venturing out of Camelot. It was too dangerous according to your father, and he wouldn’t not lose another to the forests.

Douxie knew the risks of taking you here but he had sworn to protect you with his life. Even if he didn’t return from the forests you would. Plus he remembered how much you loved this place from your stories of your childhood.

It was worth it to see the way your eyes lit up as you let go of his hand and ran into the forest, running your fingers over tree bark, stopping to admire the many flowers that grew from the ground.

“This is incredible !” You shouted, cheering with delight as you rushed deeper into the woods, Douxie trailing behind you and laughing at your enthusiasm.

Giggles escaped your lips as you watched a tiny pixie skim across the trees, beautiful wings sparkling in the sunlight.

“Hey princess slow down....(Y/n) !” Suddenly you were starting to disappear out of sight. Douxie let out a panicked yell, noticing you were way ahead of him.

However you were too enthralled in your surroundings to notice the sudden danger you’d walked into. It was too late to turn around and run when Gunnar himself emerged from the shadows.

“Who dares enter my forest !” He let out a roar, swinging his sword down, the point centimetres away from your face.

A scream tore from your lips at the sight of the giant troll, who’d you only heard stories of. The sight of him turned your blood to ice and you could feel your petrification rooting you to the spot. Running wasn’t an option.

“Oh what do we have here ? The princess of Camelot.” A chuckle left the trolls mouth as he started circling you. He couldn’t believe his luck that the only heir to the throne had been so stupid to wander into his woods. And unguarded.

Your death would not be swift. He would make a show of it. Ripping away the last thing Arthur held dear to him. It would be his finest moment and your worst.

“I-I don’t mean any harm.” You started to back away, voice cracking in fear.

Not paying attention, you tripped over a tree root, colliding with the ground. Hastily you shuffled away until your back hit the tree trunk.

Gunmar laughed at your fear. There was no creature he hated more than King Arthur and he would make sure to leave your corpse unrecognisable. Vengeance would be served.

“This will be your last moment princess !” With a battle cry he swung his sword down, the steel metal glinting in the sunlight as you watched it descend upon you.

“Leave her alone !” A blast of blue magic knocked the sword straight out of Gumnar’s hands only milimetres away from your face.

It soared through the air and smahed to pieces upon impact with the ground.

“Douxie !” You cried out in relief, as you realised that your wizard friend hadn’t abandoned you.

His eyes flowed blue as magic rushed through him. He looked furious. You’d never send him angry before at it was frightening now to see the kind and funny Douxie you loved disappear.

“Get out of here princess.” He ordered, helping you off the ground carefully as Gumnar picked up the shattered remains of his sword.

“You’ll regret that boy !” An angry roar ripped from the beast's mouth as he charged at the pair of you.

You froze, terrified now of leaving Douxie here, who you were sure would die.

“I’m not leaving you Douxie.” You said stubbornly, clinging onto him.

“I swore to protect you (y/n), even with my life ! Now get out of here !” He shoved you away just as gunmar brought his fist down.

A scream left your lips as you watched Douxie fly through the air before crashing onto the ground, a small wheeze of pain leaving his lips. He couldn’t get up, he was pretty sure one of his legs was broken.

“Run (y/n) please...” he let out a ragged gasp before blacking out from the pain, the sight of your devastated face the last thing he saw.

Your eyes feverishly tore between the wizard, who you weren’t sure was even alive anymore, and Gunmar who was approaching him.

“I’ll eat you alive boy for your crimes !” Just as he was about to scoop Douxie up, you let out a feral scream.

“No !” Your fear, anger and pain flowed through you and your magic could no longer be contained. Your emotions overpowered it, and a ray of golden light shot out from both of your hands.

It struck Gunmar and sent him flying into a nearby tree. For a second the leader of Gumm Gumms laid still, grunting in pain. It was all the time you needed to rush over to Douxie and try to pick him up.

You attempted to get away as fast you could, but dragging the unconscious wizard's body made it a lot harder.

Gunmar didn’t stay down for the long and the pain he felt in his left arm from your magic attack angered him. Whatever patience he had before (which was basically none)was now gone. Mudderous with rage, he leapt towards you bringing his fists down.

“Die fleshbags !”

Dropping Douxie you brought both your hands up over your head, a force field of light energy surrounding the two of you as Gunmar brought his fists down again and again, trying to smash through the barrier.

Your magic normally would’ve weakened but the anger and fear you felt fuelled it.

“I’ll kill you troll ! For what you’ve done to my father and my people !” You screamed, letting the force field vanish. As gumnar brought his right fish down to smash you both to pieces, you brought you hand up and sent a burst of energy towards his fist.

The golden ray burnt Gunmar's hand like sunlight did, causing it to start turning to stone. He let out a screech of pain, surprised at your magic.

For the first time Gunmar started to retreat, turning his back and vanishing into the forest as you sent more blasts of magic after him. Momentarily, you contemplated following him, going through with your threat to kill the beast, but you heard a groan from Douxie behind you.

“Hey it’s okay. I’m here.” You knelt down by his side, cringing at the severity of his injuries.

“P-princess...” The wizard wheezed, coughing as he tried to speak.

You brought a hand to his cheek cupping it gently.

“Douxie you saved me. You were going to sacrifice yourself for me.” Tears started to stream down your face as you thought about the fact that Douxie could’ve died and it would’ve been your fault.

“H-hey why are you crying love ? It’s all okay. I’m fine and you, you sent Gunmar the Black running.” A chuckle left his lips which caused pain in his left side. Clearly a few of his ribs were broken.

You reached your hand gently down to his side and pushed lightly, feeling a few broken bones. A gasp left your lips as you looked down and saw one of his legs bent at an unnatural angle.

“Oh Douxie.....Im so sorry.” A sob escaped your mouth at the sight of the wizard, you’d grown so fond of, in pain.

“I’ll be alright love, luckily my face seems unharmed. Now that would be a disaster for the ladies of Camelot.” His joke made you laugh through your sobs, but even though he was making a joke you could see how much pain he was in. And it was all your fault.

Your magic called to you, telling you to reach out and help Douxie. Unsure of what you were suposed to do, you placed your hands over his leg gently and tried to let your magic glow through you. For a few seconds nothing happened and Douxie eyed you wearily before he started feeling a warm sensation course through his leg.

He looked down at you concentrating on your hands which were now glowing a faint yellow. A gasp left his lips as he watched his leg unbend, returning to normal as he felt the pain disappear.

“What in Merlín’s name was that ?...” he let out a gasp of surprise as he moved his leg, able to feel it again.

Eyes shining with admiration he looked admiringly at you, smile falling when he was how upset you looked. Fearfully, you started to back away from Douxie, looking between Douxie's fixed leg and your own hands.

He’d seen your magic, you’d fought off Gunmar and healed his leg. What would happen now. You couldn’t run away, leave your people to your fathers mercy and abandon your rule duties, but staying risked your father finding out. It all mattered on what Douxie would do next.

Douxie saw your terrified expression, the way you stared down at your own hands with hatred. He didn’t know you were magic, and he was pretty sure nobody else did. You’d hidden your powers. He’d sworn to protect you and that would now include hiding your powers.

"Love I promise I won’t tell anyone about your powers. It’ll be our secret." He said gently, attempting to get off the ground but stumbling. He’d forgotten about his broken ribs which were now doing their best to remind him of how broken they were,

You rushed forwards to catch him, no longer afraid of the possibility that he’d tell the royal court of your magic.

"Thank you Douxie." Without thinking you wrapped your arms around him, the hug filling you with warmth.

Surprised at first Douxie quickly returned the embrace. It felt like a part of him was completed in that moment. He’d never realised that he’d longed to do just this.

"So princess, did you have a good birthday ?" His question caused you to laugh, and you gave him a playful glare.

"The best one yet. Thank you Douxie." For a split second you kissed him on the cheek before looking at the ground. Douxie was left speechless, a hand reaching up to touch the spot on his cheek where your lips had just been.

‘Woah....' he thought to himself.

"Umm lets get out of here before we get in another fight..." Laughing awkwardly, you helped Douxie up, swinging his arm across your shoulder.

Truly happy for the first time a long time, the pair of you began your walk out of the enchanted forests back home.

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This was a request I got but it kinda took a turn, I hope you like it though !

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