#but my man can not do anything in the grey area can he

[seungrem]

lee felix x m!reader

‘Work Husband’ ~*+

summary: Transitioning into a new department can be tough. Luckily, male!reader’s new boss pairs him and Felix together- the two almost immediately having great chemistry. Work-relationships almost always develop into something more, right?

( overview: office AU, soft-top!felix since u guys want it so bad, bottom!reader, smut obviously, protection and all of that, bj + anal, discreet/hidden but in office )

emoji theme:

🪐 ( office AU )

+❄️ ( +18, mdni )

🌱 ( short fic, oneshot - barely 1k words )

☁️ ( = y/n )

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“Welcome. It’s a pleasure to have you join us here.. and I’m sorry about your former office.”

A large wooden desk with a few tan files sat inbetween ☁️ and his new boss. Shedding beams into the room, the sun’s golden rays illuminated the frosted glass surrounding the two. ☁️ shook his head lightly, him then smiling at the older woman.

“It’s no problem. As long as this department isn’t anything like the other, this’ll feel like a promotion.” ☁️ brushed his hand against his navy blue sweater and sighed. “Thank you for having me.”

“Like you said, this is kind of like a promotion. I expect great things from you.” The boss stood up as a soft knock erupted from outside of the office. A man with long-ish blonde hair walked in and smiled- first at the boss, and then to ☁️.

“This is who you’ll be assisting. Felix will give you written pieces and ask for revisions until he sees that it’s fit to be published. Unfortunately, we are short staffed by choice, so the work load will be a lot. Please keep up with the given tasks and their deadlines. Felix?”

☁️ turned his head back to the man.

“Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Lee Felix and I’ll be taking care of you. I look forward to working with you.”

☁️ simply smiled and spoke a shy “hello,” as he stood up. “I’m ☁️, it’s nice to meet you as well.” He then thanked the boss for her time and followed Felix out of the room.

“Behave, Felix!” The boss shouted as ☁️ stepped out of the room behind the man. He followed Felix down the left side of the large room, stopping at a set of cubicles that sat against a wall of windows. Started from the floor and touching the ceiling, the view displayed a bustling city. The cubicle was light gray and quite large, with a grey laptop located on the desk inside. Felix walked in and pulled out the large cushioned chair, and looked around awkwardly.

“So.. this is where you’ll be spending a majority of your day. Since it’s so spacious there’s only two cubicles located against the wall on this side of the room. My area is directly in front of yours.” He pointed over the cubicle wall. “If you ever need anything, please just walk over or.. just look over it. Sound good?” Felix explained, his voice soft yet sonorous.

☁️ nodded and smiled bashfully. Felix was remarkably good-looking, which was unusual for an office setting such as this one. The man was pretty much ☁️’s type, too, making him even more nervous than he already was.

“Yes. Thank you, Felix.”

Felix smiled and nodded to the man before leaning against the cubicle’s entrance. He dug his hands beside his white button-up and down into his black pant’s pockets, waiting for ☁️ to sit down before responding.

“Of course. I’ll let you get used to the office before I ask you to do work.”

☁️ acknowledged what he said by nodding and smiling.

After Felix left, ☁️ opened the new computer and typed in his passcode information. For some reason, the office wifi wouldn’t connect, though. After trying for another minute, he stood up and peered over the wall to see a sitting felix.

“Felix?” ☁️ asked, his nose just barely peaking over the wall. Felix smiled and stood up to look over the wall as well.

“What’s up, love?” He asked, placing a hand on the edge to support his weight. ☁️ was initially taken aback by the pet name, but ultimately didn’t mind.

“I can’t get onto the wifi for some reason. Is there a different one that you use?”

“Oh yeah, sorry about that. I guess our tech guy forgot to set that up for you. Jisung always forgets.”

☁️ watched a Felix closed his computer and then made his way back over to his cubicle. As a result, the man sat back down and perked his back up to fixed his posture. Felix strolled in after a few seconds and leaned into ☁️’s computer, his body softly brushing against the man’s shoulder. ☁️ couldn’t take his eyes off of Felix’s side profile as he typed into the computer.

“All right, you’re all set.” He cooed, brushing against ☁️ once again. As Felix was about to leave the cubicle, ☁️ shot up and grabbed his hand. Surprised, he stopped and turned around, still holding ☁️’s hand.

“Sorry if this is weird to ask, but..” ☁️ paused and tilted his head. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Oh, no.. not really my type if you know what I mean..”

“Oh okay.. then do you have a significant other- or something?” ☁️ asked.

“No,” Felix smiled and tightened his grip on ☁️’s hand. “but I think I kinda have a crush.”

☁️ knew exactly what he meant and mentally blushed. “Same here. Maybe we could go out sometime?”

“For sure. What’d you have in mind?”

“Would you wanna.. come to my place?”

Felix looked to the side, and then back to ☁️. “We don’t have to wait. Here, follow me.” He said, leading ☁️ into a storage room a few feet away from their work areas. Though the lights were extremely dim as the two hurried in, ☁️ could see the many drawers, bulletin boards, and spare furniture. Felix lightly closed the frosted door and somehow locked it from the inside, him then turning his attention to ☁️. He grabbed ☁️’s hands and held them in his own.

“Do you mind?” Felix asked as he raised one of the man’s hands to his mouth, kissing it. ☁️ shook his head and wrapped his arms around Felix’s neck, Felix reacting by guiding ☁️’s back into the wall behind him. ☁️ pushed Felix’s head forward, allowing the man’s lips to meet his own. Felix’s hands ran down ☁️’s torso, then settling on his hips as ☁️ began french kissing. Felix’s grip on the man’s waist tightened the deeper they kissed, with Felix’s bulge now rubbing against ☁️’s. A few seconds later, Felix pulled away from ☁️- strands of his blonde hair having fallen over his eyes.

“Come over here.” Felix instructed, using a hand to drag ☁️’s wrist over to a small table sitting against the wall. Felix gently pushed ☁️’s shoulder down as he leaned back on the table, leaving ☁️ to fall onto his knees. With a growing bulge right in front of his face, it was only natural for ☁️ to begin unbuttoning the man’s pants.

“Ah.. you’re excited, aren’t you?” Felix teased, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. He ran a finger through ☁️’s hair as the man exposed his dick print, ☁️ then pulling the pants down to Felix’s ankles. Felix began unbuttoning his white top as ☁️ stroked the man’s boner through his gray underwear.

“Can I take it out?” ☁️ asked, continuing to caress it. Felix finished unbuttoning his top, displaying sculpted abs much to ☁️’s liking.

“Go ahead.”

☁️ slowly pulled the man’s underwear down, not anticipating getting smacked by his length.

“Oh, sorry.” Felix laughed. ☁️ rolled his eyes and smiled, him then beginning to stroke Felix’s cock, the man softly whimpering as he did so. ☁️ grinned at the reaction, placing Felix’s dick inside of his mouth and slowly throating it. He leisurely bobbed his head up and down as Felix threw his head back, practically moaning out now.

After a few seconds of steady swallowing, Felix quickly grabbed ☁️’s head and yanked it back. His dick fell out of the man’s mouth dripping in saliva.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to finish yet.” Felix said, kneeling down to match ☁️’s eye level. “Can I get some of this too?” He whispered as he got closer to ☁️, him then reaching behind the man and squeezing his ass.

“Oh, do you have a condom?”

Felix reached behind him and magically pulled out a wrapped condom and a tiny bottle.

“Of course.”

☁️ furrowed his eyebrows and muttered an “alright.” as he followed Felix’s action of standing up. Felix’s skinny dick was still hard and poking out in front of him. Pulling his own pants and underwear off with quickness, ☁️ placed a hand on Felix’s chest.

“You can sit or lay on the table if you’d like, or you can-”

“You should let me do the work.” ☁️ murmured, softly pushing Felix back. Felix smiled and nodded, sliding back to sit on the table. He rolled the condom over his dick as ☁️ climbed on top of him, the man placing his knees beside each of Felix’s thighs. Waiting for him to pour the liquid onto his dick, ☁️ wrapped an arm around Felix’s neck- the man’s chest inches from Felix’s face.

“Alright, go ahead.” Felix muttered, placing his hands on ☁️’s waist and guiding the man down onto his cock. As his pink tip slipped in, ☁️ moaned out and tightened his grip around Felix’s neck.

☁️ now sat entirely on Felix’s dick, moaning softly as he took his time to undulate on it. The two huffed and whimpered as ☁️ began moving steadily on Felix’s dick, with ☁️’s chest still inches from the man’s mouth.

“That’s good.” Felix whispered, his eyebrows furrowed and his ajar lips producing silent moans. ☁️ felt Felix’s lips on his nipple a second later, him sucking and licking as the man bounced. ☁️ sped his undulating form up as Felix moved his hands down to ☁️‘s ass. Guiding him up and down even faster, ☁️ quickly became overstimulated. His knees buckled and he fell into Felix, who pulled away from the man’s nipple and placed his chin into ☁️’s neck.

“Can you keep going?” Felix hummed into ☁️’s ear, rubbing up and down his waist as he waited for an answer. After another few seconds, ☁️ pulled away from Felix and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah, you can keep going.”

Felix nodded, pulling ☁️ into him and wrapping both of his arms around ☁️’s waist. As Felix began thrusting softly into him, the man wrapped both arms around Felix’s neck. Felix grunted as his thrusts picked up in speed, filling the room with the sounds of clapping and ☁️’s whimpers. Both of their moans hummed in each other’s ears, pushing the two to the brink of finishing.

Felix continued shoving the man onto his dick despite feeling ☁️’s knees buckle for a second time. As ☁️ felt his leaking dick brush against Felix’s rough abs, he threw his head back and gasped. He ejaculated, painting Felix’s abs in a glistening white liquid. The man thrusting into him noticed, and became even more turned on, using all of his force to drill into ☁️.

“I-I’m cumming.” Felix gasped. After a few more seconds of harsh and sloppy thrusting, Felix forced ☁️ onto the entirety of his length, filling the boy up with his semen.

The two breathed heavily in front of each other before Felix fell back onto the table, pulling ☁️’s arm as he did so. ☁️ fell on top of him, his energy drained. The man pulled Felix’s dick out of him and slid the condom off, bringing it in front of him so that he could tie it and throw it aside.

“I would’ve lasted longer if you weren’t so cute.” Felix muttered, stroking ☁️’s arm as the two laid still.

“It’s okay, there’s always next time.”

“Yeah.. and I’ll be sure to take you out to dinner beforehand.”

☁️ chuckled at the comment, planting a kiss on Felix’s puckered lips. “I’d like that.”

“I would too, love.”

a/n: writing smut is saurrr boring but i hope u guys like this lil top felix moment. i still think he’s cuter as a bottom lolll :,)) alsoo lowkey im desperately waiting for someone to request an indie movie plot so i can write smth cute, request awayyy!

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[baekuras]

Well about the only thing I did on my non-existent list was cook potatoes

BUT i have continued my rewatch/finish of the walking dead and gotten to season 8 soooooooo...thats a win v-v

#txts #aaaah all my toxic lil favs #mostly negan rly #funnily enough some characters i like more on my rewatch and some less #also as always during the saviour arc a shoutout to my pathetic little meow meow dwight #you shall be missed...unless you appear again #idk i dont remember shit from the next season except the heads on spikes bit #and i am p sure i dropped it shortly after that #i....remember everything before season 8 #and then everything after is blurry-if i even saw it #unsure-unclear #anyhow i like carol more on my reatch-daryl less but i still like him but i dont go out looking for scenes w/ him #i am still done w/ morgans dramatics #so nothing changed there #look idk or care if his character arc is good #but my man can not do anything in the grey area can he #jesus literally had to go 'hey your stick has 2 ends fucking use them appropriately' for him to consider...not murdering everyone #and then being upset about it #....again #like sir we are on season 8 it's a bit late to revisit your character bit from...idk 3 seasons ago and then flip flop around again #kill some-save others and just dont do smth you'd regret #also a fun way to watch shows is to get emotional when ppl die #but also just go 'the rituals are intricate' when someone tries to threaten someone else #like bitch your face is RIGHT in his face-are you about to kiss right now? #just fuck already and get this tension out #anyhow i am now show-tired and will do some good old art...or more of that #its 3am and i have yet to be tired so rip

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP: Game of Deadly Love

Danny is minding his business, flying through the ghost zone, mapping out areas, when he stumbles across a door that seems like it's between two giant cave walls.

He's never seen anything like it, so he gets curious. When he touches the handle, it is yanked open by a woman dressed in a classy Victorian-era dress made of what looks like grey smoke, pale moon skin and sharp icey black eyes.

He blushes as she smiles at- she's the prettiest ghost he's ever encountered, even though he feels a strange sense of danger from her.

"Hello, dear Prince." She says in a voice that has shivers running down his spine. He's never met anyone so obviously dangerous but hard to resist "I am Gotham, Ghost of misfortune, and my city is in need of a new player"

What?

Gotham flips open a fan, not bothering to hide her amused smile. "My Knights need more kind-hearted mischief. Misfortune of the heart is just what my City needs. Oh, and do me a favor. Get rid of that clown for me."

She taps her fan on his head and- Danny is suddenly falling, forcibly change into his human form.

He can't go Ghost!

He's going to die-er AGAIN!"

"Heeeeellllppppp!" He screams, and just as he is about to give, a body flings itself from the nearest building on a grabbing hook. He is caught in the arms of a man wearing a red helmet who effortlessly flips them in the air and lands on a roof.

He blinks up at the man who is holding him in his arms. "Ugh, hello?"

"Whatever the reason for jumping is, let me help you. " The man growls, and Danny frowns.

"Jump? I didn't jump! Gotham was the one that dragged me here!" He hisses as he struggles to get down. The man makes it hard to get out of his hold.

"Who the hell are you?" Danny snaps when he can't budge the other. Has he also lost his super strength?

"Im Red hood"

"That's the stupidest name I've ever heard."

Red Hood tilts his head "I can shoot you"

"So can unattended toddler; you ain't special."

Danny finally feels his ghost side and witha burst of light he's sinking through the roof away from the startled Red Hood.

He finds himself running through mout Gotham, his powers limited by the city limits and realizes with a horrible start that the only way home is to play Gotham's game.

The only thing is.....he has no idea what game she wants him to win. He'll just have to run around until the objective is found.

Red Hood watches the meta man run from the rooftop, watching his glow disappear around the corner. He sighs, pressing on his communicator to the various voices of his siblings.

"Hey, we may have a suicidal meta-lose in the city. I caught him trying to leap Wayne Tower." He says silencing the others.

Gotham watches her Knight inform his family with a chuckle. His affection rate for the boy is 5% already which means The prince manage to peak his interest with looks alone.

She wonders who will be next to fall for The Prince's Pretty Face and Deadly Might.

Oh what fun this will be to watch. She did enjoy giving her people a hard time.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Gotham threw Danny into a dating App #Danny has to romance the Batboys #Not Damian hes too young #and Gotham sees people as toys

[heartcereql]

tommy shelby x finn's teacher!reader

when you first read his name on the class list, you freezed, a shiver running down your spine. of course you weren't oblivious as to who the shelbys were or what they did. but he was so young. twelve. you actually had a tiny bit of hope that finn shelby would be different than his brothers were. you were soon proven wrong.

finn and what he called "his boys" soon started doing their business around the school, and, before you knew it, inside the school as well. bringing cigarettes, picking on younger students, terrorizing girls...

you had had enough. it was one thing for adults to get their hands dirty doing whatever businesses. but a kid? hell no. and while you couldn’t do anything about what they did outside school, you could try to correct their behaviour in school.

so that's how you found yourself one grey and cloudy evening in front of the shelbys' door, mustering the courage to knock.

you knocked three times. nothing. as you were about to knock again, you heard the lock and then the door opened, revealing a man with the same ocean eyes as finn.

thomas shelby.

you knew him, naturally, but this was the first time he was so close, let alone about to talk to you.

“good afternoon” you greeted as you tried to ignore the way your chest was tightening.

“afternoon. may i help you?” he asked, hand resting on the doorknob.

“yes, actually. i’m y/n y/l/n. i’m finn’s teacher, and i wanted to discuss certain behaviours of his with you" you explained firmly. “if that’s okay” you added in a mumble.

he just stared at you for an instant. an instant that felt like eternity to you. then he nodded, letting you come into the house.

he led you through the betting house to his office.

he sat on his chair; you took your place on the other side of the desk.

“so” he said, pulling out a cigarette, “is he getting in a lot of trouble, eh?”

you smiled timidly, admiring his sharp features.

"more like he's the one creating the trouble." you watched as tommy lit his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke before resuming. "he and his presumed gang sometimes drink beers or smoke cigarettes, torment some younger kids maybe. mr shelby, i understand that he spends a lot of time at the cut, and that ... um, that..." you were suddenly at a loss of words. you didn't want to say it, but that's how you felt it: he had grown up in a similar environment.

thomas smirked, knowing your thoughts. he knew what your mind instinctively told you. but he didn't feel enraged. quite the opposite, your concern seemed genuine, and you looked like a lovely young woman; even if your thoughts were a bit tainted by the reputation that preceeded him, he knew you meant no harm.

he also took a moment to admire how off place you looked there. your clothes were rose golden, which seemed to accentuate the soft aura that surrounded you. even with the dim lights and the greyish ambience of the office, your skin appeared to glimmer.

"i guess i'm okay with whatever he does outside school, that's what i'm trying to say. but as of late, finn and his boys have been taking their businesses around the school area. and that is of my concern. we can not afford to have children intimidated, girls harassed; hell, if a child were to try substances because of your brother and his friends, and the parents found out, we could be- the school could be sued and-"

"miss y/l/n" tommy interrupted your ramble.

"y/n." you corrected, offering a smile. "please, no one calls me miss y/n/l; it would feel weird"

"i see then. y/n" you tried not to feel butterflies tingling on your stomach as your name rolled off his tongue. he smiled as well, more to himself than to you.

"finn is his own man now" tommy continued. "i will talk to him about this, but i can not guarantee that he will do as he is told. truth is, i don't have much power over him now."

he took another drag of the cigarette, eyes finding yours through the smoke.

"what do you mean? i'm sure there's something you can do"

"not really, much to my displeasure. i assure you, y/n, that i will do what i can to correct finn's behaviour at school. he used to want to be like me, y'know? but now he's... he's him. "

"i don't think that's entirely true. you know, one of the only assignments finn turned in this semester was an essay about the person they admired most. not only finn excelled in the task, handing a beautiful composition, well structured and showing a wide range of vocabulary; but the essay was about you, mr shelby. it professed how he wanted nothing but to be like 'his brother tommy'. he truly looks up to you. he still does, mr shelby. so, i think you will succeed at getting him to change his mind."

now it was tommy who seemed to have run out of words, only inhaling from his cigarette. his eyes studied you meticulously. how your eyes fluttered around the room, unable to settle, refusing to meet his; how you clutched your hands in your lap; how your chest rose and fell as you breathed.

“i’ll give it a try, eh?” he finally spoke.

a smile lit your face.

"wonderful. well, thank you for your time, mr shelby", you showed him your appreciation to him listening to you as you stood up.

"tommy"

"what?" you asked, genuinely confused; you thought you hadn't heard correctly.

"if i am to call you y/n, it is only fair for you to call me tommy. i suppose" he stated. though he refused to look directly at you, a smile was tugging at his lips.

"very well, then. thank you for having me this evening, tommy" you offered a tight-lipped smile.

he just gave you a curt nod, taking another drag of the cigarette. you smoothed some wrinkles on your clothes and, after giving him one last grin, you made your way to the door, ready to leave.

"wait" he uttered, his voice low, as if he was rethinking his decision.

you turned to him, hand resting on the frame of the door.

"would you- maybe, consider going for a drink with me?" he hadn't looked at you as he posed the question; but his gaze locked with yours when he was expecting your answer.

you felt heat creep up your neck and cheeks, praying to whoever was listening that he didn't notice.

"only if you stay true to your word, tommy" you responded before heading out, smiling like a fool when you were finally out of sight.

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[evilminji]

You know what's my JAM?

Extremes being treated as the Serious Dangers they ARE, even when they aren't "oooh its a spooky Grey morality and BADness!" Extreme.

Like? No, people. ALL of them are bad. They are ALL face melting dangerous. The void may crush your soul, but look upon the Face Of GOD? Not gonna be having a fun time! Doesn't MATTER if he's a cool dude! Face melting!

We are creatures of BALANCE. Tiny, fragile, little motes of dust. That can only exsist in the careful, blended, dances of territories and powers that be. We squishy.

Ghosts? Less squishy.

Poor impulse control, too. Especially ones with Fenton genetics. ABSOLUTELY ones with Fenton genetics and a trauma based aversion to therapy. That one? Pretty hardy. Made pretty tough, what with being Fates third favorite chew toy. But? Still gets the Sads, you know? The slightly longer then just seasonal depression.

Would medicine and some therapy help? Oh like a dream!

If medicine WORKED on his Ectoplasmicly contaminated ass. And he TRUSTED therapists.

But... surely, Danny thinks, as he sits grossly in his Depression sweatpants and eats suspect pizza on the floor of his moldering shoebox of an apartment, there must be SOME way to address his Depression? He should... he should DO something about it. Take a break maybe. Look up some ghost doctors or something.

.....

Oooooooooor..... >.>

He could break out that OMENIOUS af, bound in suspect leather, Big Book Of Forbidden Knowledge(TM) that he got from Pariah's.... what, fourth? Fifth? Library? Fuck that Lair is huge. He's STILL cleaning it out and it's been over half a decade. He swears it spawns more floors just to mock him. Bastard. Don't know HOW a building can be a Bastard, but it sure found A WAY.

Anyway!

Book it is! *horrifying Eldritch light as he opens it* huh. Neat. Comes with its own visual effects. *another bite of suspect pizza* Funky.

And so! Danny, the depressed King Of The Zone... fucks of to go cheer himself up in the Fields Of Bliss(TM), an area of Absolute Bliss. Which! Sounds GREAT in theory, now don't it? Lovely even.

Remember that little comment about extremes?

You can ENTER those fields. But no one leaves. No one CAN. The deeper you go? The more doomed you become. Less will to do anything at all. Eat, talk, move. So much as think. Like ALL extreme "Goods", it sounds lovely, but the reality is no gentle little thing.

It's a glue trap.

But how could Danny have known? Honestly, who would have TAUGHT him? Textbooks can only go so far, after all. And placing blame will not rescue the young monarch.

I imagine it's one of his helpers that pieces together what's happened. Come for further clarification on WHERE exactly he wants certain statues moved. Only? Your Majesty? Your Majesty...? Where ever could he BE? Oh? He's left out some of his books. Well, I'll just assist by putting them away for-.....

Oh.

OH ANCIENTS, NO.

But! What can the poor man DO? Ghosts are Beings of Will, Emotion, and Obsession. Were it some sort of Holy Blade or Sentient Tree, you know, something INDIVIDUAL with a will they could FIGHT? Oh no problem. But an area of effect? Especially an EMOTIONAL area of effect!? Ooooooh, this is bad. The Zone can't AFFORD to lose ANOTHER King!

We JUST GOT THIS ONE!!!

Wait. He's heard that there's an organization for this! That loudly cursing fellow who got violently thrown back into the Zone. "Ruined his fun" and all that! Perfect! He'll just hire THEM!

Smashcut? To a nice, peaceful, everybody's screaming Justice League Meeting. John's cursing life, extremely hungover. Zatana still has three cracked ribs. Wonder Woman is enjoying the new sword she... liberated... mid battle. Truely stunning craftsmanship. When?

Knock Knock!

Heads swivel. There... is a glowing green... accountant? Dandy? Dandy accountant. With an equally radioactive day glow green Actual Pirate's Chest Of Treasures, floating next to him. In the void of space; Just beyond the glass. What, the, fuuuuuu-

He seems to be under the impression they are some sort of Heroic mercenaries. And has come to request the retrieve-

"NNNNNOPE! Pariah can SHOVE it!" Snarls a suddenly very awake John Constantine, sitting up straight for the first time in hours. The rest of Dark grimly nod in agreement. Let the fucker rot. It's a kinder fate then he deserves.

No, no, NO! King PHANTOM! Pariah's SUCCESSOR by right of combat! They are not, and were never, allied in any way!

Well, all right then. Road trip to save a young idiot then.

@the-witchhunter @hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @mutable-manifestation @nerdpoe

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[milunalupin]

— sugar

sirius black x reader ★ 1k words

a/n : first post ! ty for reading <3

Honeydukes was packed with witches and wizards of all ages as it always was on the weekends, tables and shelves stocked with most colorful and exciting sweets in the area. You made your way to the back of the shop where your favorite treats were, relieved the see this part of the store empty.

As you scanned the wall for your sweets, someone cleared their throat behind you. You turned to see a man grinning at you, leaning against the shelf behind him. He was wearing a fitted black shirt, and a leather jacket. His dark curls perfectly framing his defined face.

"You've got good taste, I see. Honeydukes always has the best sweets. What's your poison, chocolate frogs?"

You eyed the handsome man in front of you, then offered a smile towards him.

"I'm more of a sugar quill girl."

The curly haired stranger chuckled, his grey eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Ah, a woman of refined tastes, I see. Sugar quills are definitely a good choice. The only problem is, you're going to need something to wash them down with. Say, a butterbeer?"

"That is quite a problem, isn't it?" you bit your lip, your eyes twinkling mischievously.

His grin widened, a knowing sparkle in his eye.

"Sure is. Lucky for you, I've got a solution. Allow me to take you to the Three Broomsticks, where I can ensure you have the most delicious beverage available to pair with your equally delicious snacks."

You couldn't help but smile, his charm almost impossible to resist.

"Take me away, handsome."

"Sirius Black. Shall we, sweetheart?" He offered you his elbow, a gentleman through and through.

You took his elbow and gave him your name, grinning up at him as your eyes twinkled with excitement.

The two of you walked up to the counter and after a few "Sirius, no!"s and a "I've got it, sweet girl", the cashier handed you the bag of sweets Sirius paid for. You thanked him as you left the candy shop and walked down the streets of Hogsmeade together.

As you entered the Three Broomsticks, Sirius escorted you to the bar, pulling out a stool for you. He ordered a round of butterbeers and pumpkin pasties for the both of you, the bartender nodding to his request. As you waited for your drinks, Sirius leaned back on his stool, watching you with amusement.

You looked around and smiled softly at the cozy atmosphere, then turned to him when you noticed him watching you. You smiled nervously, bringing a hand up to your mouth.

"Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you're perfect, love. But I wonder.. why a woman like you would be having a butterbeer with a known troublemaker... some might think you have a thing for bad boys."

"And what if I do?" You smirked at him, taking a small sip of your butterbeer.

Sirius's eyes twinkled in response. He seemed to find your spirit and openness refreshing.

The two of you talked about anything and everything as you drank together, Sirius especially interested in your work with magical creatures.

You cut your pumpkin pasty in half, sliding one half over him before taking a bite out if your own half.

"Here, before it gets cold."

Sirius chuckled, reaching out to take the offered half. Their hands touched briefly, and he felt a tingle run down his spine. He blinked, trying to play it off.

He felt his cheeks grow warm. Even the way you ate a pumpkin pasty was endearing. His eyes flitted across your face, his heart pounding in his throat. His mind was racing with possibilities, thoughts that he hadn't let himself think in years. He was in trouble.

"Um, would you care for another butterbeer?" He motioned to the nearby bartender, who nodded in acknowledgement. He was going to need a whole tankard of butterbeer if he had any hope of keeping himself from completing embarrassing himself in front of you.

He knew he should stay cool, but there was something about you that threw him off his game. Before he even realized what he was doing, he blurted out, "Godric, you're beautiful."

Your eyes widened and you let out the biggest laugh, throwing your head back. The blush on his cheeks deepened as your laughter filled his ears. He leaned in, his words filled with sincerity.

"And you are the kind of woman who can make a man forget about all of his worries. I could listen to you laugh all night, love."

He reached out, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently. He was falling for you hard and fast, and he had a sinking feeling that he was in trouble. But at the same time, he couldn't be happier.

"You're trouble, you know that?"

You looked down at Sirius stroking your hand, then looking back up at him with a teasing smile.

"Trouble? You're the one who kidnapped me."

Sirius chuckled, the soft melody of your laughter tugging at his heart. He felt warm all over, his lips curving into a soft smile. He was never the romantic type, but there was something about you that made his heart ache with longing.

"I may have kidnapped you, but you're the one who's stolen my heart." Sirius's voice was soft, a whisper meant for your ears only.

It was your turn to be flustered, your cheeks turning pink as he looked at you sincerely.

"Merlin, who knew you'd have such a way with words." You chuckled softly, tilting your head to the side.

"Maybe I've been saving them all for you." Sirius took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

A small gasp left your mouth, giggling at the man sitting beside you.

"Sirius Black, where have you been all my life?"

Sirius chuckled, his eyes twinkling at your reaction. He knew you were feeling the same way he was, and it made him feel alive. You had lit a spark within him, one that he thought had died long ago. He was thrilled to have found you, and he wasn't about to let you go. He leaned closer, his voice just above a whisper.

"Waiting for you, sugar, waiting for you."

#sirius black x reader #marauders x reader #sirius black #marauders era #sirius orion black #sirius x reader

[mncxbe]

Come on, baby, don't you hurt me anymore

𝐀𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!.𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: light angst, fluff?, itty bitty smut, one bed trope, smoking, mutual pining, spoilers for s1// inspired by an ask i got from my beloved 🐑 anon

"I can feel you plotting something" said Aki, his gaze fixed on a distant spot outside the hotel room window. It was snowing so much that the buildings on the opposite side of the street appeared only as a blurry contour– blocks of dark grey punctuated by neon signs. Aki's voice carried an edge of annoyance which you shrugged off, huffing.

"I'm not plotting anything" you chuckled, shifting away from under the heavy blanket. "Whatever..." he groaned in response "Just stop moving around I'm trying to sleep"

You were grateful he couldn't see you rolling your eyes at his words. He was impossible. It's been a few months since you first started crushing on your partner and now that Makima sent you two to Kyōto on business it was the perfect opportunity to make a move. You were forced to share a room, a bed.

As you laid next to him, you wondered what would be the best way to confess your feelings– a direct approach might've worked, but Aki was too sleepy to engage in any conversation. You sighed, your gaze musing on the snowflakes outside and then it hit you... the perfect opportunity to get Aki to talk to you. Sliding out of bed you made your way towards the window, prying it open.

Your movements alerted the man beside you who groaned angrily. "Where are you going?".

"Just getting some air, relax. It's not like I'm gonna run off or something" you retorted "You should come too"

"Like hell. It's freezing". You couldn't help but laugh at his comment– for someone who grew up in a mountainous area he sure hated winter. "Suit yourself, but you'll have to do without your cigarettes" you giggled, dangling his pack in front of him as you disappeared outside on the fire escape platform. You could hear your partner's groans of protest as he called out your name but you didn't respond.

With an annoyed sigh, Aki got out of bed and slipped on his shoes, following you outside. He found you at the leaning against the metal railing, holding the pack in front of him– daring him to come get it. He wasn't in the mood for this; it's been an exhausting day, packed with meetings with the higher ups and honestly all he wanted to do was sleep but you wouldn't give him a break.

Stepping closer to you, Aki reached for the cigarettes but you quickly pulled your hand away, hiding it behind your back. "Come and get them if you want them so much, Hayakawa" you taunted. The mischevious smirk that played on your lips only irked him more. "Can you not?" he hissed, closing the distance between you as he tried to grab a hold of the pack. He was basically hugging you, his body pressing you further against the icy railing."I'm not joking, y/n. give them back it's cold out here" he whined and you pursed your lips, cooing at him. "I didn't know the great Aki Hayakawa was scared of a little cold"

You could see the shift in his expressing, his lips pressing in a thin line as he yanked the pack from your hands. "You're no fun, Aki" you sighed, content that the man was back to his alert self. "Well, I'm not in the mood for this" he answered mindlessly, taking a cigarette out of his pack and lighting it. The flame glowed red against the grey night. You stepped closer to him, the crisp snow melted under your bare skin, burning the soles of your feet but the sensation felt oddly comforting– a distraction from the heavy tension between you and Aki. Raising on your tippy-toes you gave him a knowing smile "Then what are you in the mood for?"

Aki's cheeks dusted pink at your question. He wasn't stupid, he was aware of your feelings for him but he'll be damned if he was going to give you the satisfaction. His gaze moved up and down your body– from the lace trimmed tank top and cushy pajama pants to your bare feet and he scowled. How were you not freezeing?"Get back inside, idiot. I don't want you catching a cold."

"Didn't know you cared so much about my well-being" you purred, stepping on the vamps of his boots. Your actions took him by surprise and he instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You were almost at the same level as him, so close he could see the fat snowflakes resting on your hair and lashes. God, you looked so pretty in the soft glow of the winter night. You seemed right out of an old pictures movie. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it, averting his gaze.

"What, Hayakawa, you nervous?" you taunted, your voice dripping with amusement. Hooking a finger under his chin, you brought your lips closer to his ear"Am I making you nervous?" The man shivered– your breath was hot against his skin, the closeness warming up his insides.

"No" he said plainly, still not facing you. He's never been a good liar and he knew he wouldn't be able to hide his true feelings if he were to look you in the eyes. Of course, you were aware of that, but you were dead set on making his composure crumble. Your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear before making their way lower, tracing soft kisses along the expanse of his neck. "You sure, Aki?" you giggled, relishing the way he tensed up under your touch. He smelt well; of tobacco and fresh cologne, making your whole body heat up in anticipation.

Your kisses raised goosebumps in their wake, causing the man to shudder. Still, he made no attempt to stop you- he knew it would've been pointless. Instead, he squeezed your hip tighter, ashing his cigarette. "You know it won't work, right? A relationship I mean"

"Why not?" you asked, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. You were perfectly modled in his embrace, as if you were made to fill his sharp, hollow edges with your soft curves. "Because it simply wouldn't work" he insisted, sighing. He didn't want to tell you that he only had at most two years left to live, that starting a relationship would be pointless since he wasn't going to watch it grow into something... more. So he simply remained silent.

As if reading his mind you pulled away from him, looking up to meet his eyes. "If it's about you dying soon, i know already" Aki raised a brow at your words and you shrugged, wrapping your arms around him "Denji told me" you clarified, watching the stern expression on his face melt into something softer.

"Look, Aki... do you really wanna go through life without living a little? Don't you want something more?"

Aki would've lied if he said that your words didn't take a toll on him. You were right, he wasn't allowing himself the comfort of normality– getting attached to you, caring. "I just don't want you to suffer. There's no point in you falling in love with me when I already have an expiration date"

You chuckled at his words, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. "Be a little selfish, Aki. It's your life, don't let it go to waste. Plus, i'm a big girl I can take care of myself."

"You clearly can't" he commented, gesturing at the way you were clinging to him. Aki brushed a frozen strand of hair away from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "I like you too. i really do but... I don't think we should do this"

You looked up at him with those big doe eyes he so adored, blinking a few snowflakes away from your lashes "Okay, you don't think we should, but do you want to?" you asked in a soft voice that made him melt like a wax candle. "It's nothing wrong with letting yourself have the things you want. for once, think about what you want, not what you think is the right thing to do"

You were so goddamn adamant that you were making him give him, so stubborn– but also right. He never allowed himself the things he wanted most. Looking down at you his heart tightened in his chest; you were so beautifully present, so real and certain, unlike any other aspect in his life. He couldn't bring himself to say no to you. So maybe... just once he could have something good in his life.

Aki let out a low sigh. flicking the bud of his cigarette out on the street, he took a deep breath "And how would this work? Are we going to sneak around? You know Makima doesn't take relationships between colleagues too well" You hushed him, placing a finger on his lips "Don't worry about that, Aki. We'll figure out a way." you reassured him, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips and his heart skipped a beat. His arms tightened around you, squeezing you against him as his tongue slipped in your mouth, ripping a soft moan from you.

Aki's mind went blank, all his worries and doubts melting away as he held you close to him. You were far away from home, so he was going to make the most of the alone time you had together. You were right, he thought as he rushed back inside with you and slid under the puffy blanket, dragging you on top of him– you could figure things out. Give it a try at least. But for now he just wanted to give in, to spill all his want in you. So for once, he didn't hesitate when you kissed him, dipping his hand lower down your body to touch you where you needed him most. you hastly unclasped his belt, the sound of metal piercing through the silence of your room and he groaned at your touch, pulling you closer against him. Any trace of uncertainty was gone the moment you sunk low on him, moaning softly into the needy kiss you were sharing– he knew without a shred of doubt that this was right, you were good for him. And he wasn't planning to let you go.

#‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚ #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #csm aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #csm x reader

[miris-secret-files]

can i get a loid x fem reader hc where he becomes attracted with reader after interrogating her once while she was tied up? he ends up stalking reader and the two end up going at it. ty!

An Increasing Obsession || Loid Forger x fem!reader

A/n : Hello my dear 😎 now thank you a lot for this because that was so fun to write ! And so interesting because I don't think I ever wrote something like this 😌🔥

Warnings : Dark content, obsession, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1026

It had started in a way that was quite usual for him. Indeed, it was not unusual for him, in the course of an investigation, to question or even kidnap a person who seemed key to his mission. In this case, he thought he was dealing with the author of the plot

So it was in all normality that Agent Loid Forger had tied you to a chair, so that he could interrogate you on all the grey areas of the investigation

Everything had been pretty well executed. In the beginning, he showed no mercy and was extremely rigorous. He didn't hesitate to raise his voice or threaten you

Unfortunately, the interrogation had come to nothing, as it seemed you had literally nothing to do with anything that was currently going on in Berlint

However, something rather unusual followed this usual scene, which was already a week old. Loid couldn't stop thinking about you. It was the first time such a thing had happened to him, and yet he decided to let his impulses carry him along

At first, he just felt the need to protect you now that he'd involved you - albeit from a distance - in this affair

He was using his impression to gather in his head all the information he had about you. He needed to know that you were safe and sound at the end of the day

That's how he gradually found himself in front of your house, then at your window - despite the height of the building - every evening to check on you.

But very soon, his obsession with your safety extended to other areas

First he wanted to make sure that no one was unpleasant or threatening to you in the course of your work. Then he started to follow you even when you left work, he couldn't help thinking that such a beautiful woman would be bothered in public transport or on the street. He wanted to be the only "stranger" who could talk to you. No. He wanted to be the only man who could talk to you

His - more or less very - close surveillance ended up making him late for some of his missions or tasks that he absolutely had to do. He did them at night, when he was sure you were safe and sound in bed. During the day, when he was "busy", it was Franky who looked after Anya, who ended up seeing the man with the afro more than her father

For his part, Loid started gathering information about you. Much more than he had in the WISE files or in his memory. First of all, he was going to write it all down in a notebook. He'd draw a timetable, add your favorite foods, the clothes you wore depending on the weather or your day, your friends, your doctor's appointments, your going-out habits and so on...

In 2 weeks, 1 month, he had already filled at least two binders, adding photos he'd taken of you without you knowing and extracts of sentences he'd heard you utter

He knew he couldn't stay in the dark and felt the need to talk to you again. So he went undercover. It worked well, but he soon dropped the idea when he became jealous of the idea of you talking to him when he was in costume, because it was as if you were talking to someone else. He wanted you to talk to him and him alone

And then by following you like this, he witnessed two or three things that should have remained private. Like you in the shower, you doing yourself good or even you watching at porn…

He began to long, every time he came to see you, to hear you moan. In time, he said goodbye to his inhibitions. When he felt his dick swell in his pants, he'd lead his hand over its bulge to gently palm himself

But he got tired of feeling his touch through his clothes. So he ended up freeing his erect member from the confines of his pants. Once he even ejaculated on your windowsill as if marking his territory

But his cock had a mind of its own, because even in perfectly normal moments when you were typing on your computer in the office or drinking a coffee, it managed to get impossibly hard and needy. His underwear often had a little pre-cum stain when he changed at night

He needed to see you now, feel you, touch you, he was a man with needs after all. And so he did. He gave you an appointment on the pretext of compensating you for last time's trouble. But you refused, saying it was fine. He insisted on coming for tea, and you finally gave in. After all, you thought he was quite good-looking, so why not ?

But it literally didn't go as planned for you. And exactly as planned for Loid

After a little taste, you ended up pinned on your back while he was railing your tight pussy

His hands clutched your arms possessively, as if you were about to disappear. This was bound to leave its mark tomorrow. But you didn't care, the pleasure he was giving you at that moment was nothing in comparison

His hand was pressed against your mouth to prevent the slightest moan from coming out, as if someone else had been in his apartment

However, one thing that didn't seem to bother him was the creaking of the couch and the sound of his thrusts as his cock sank deeper and deeper into your warm depths

Now that he had you on top of him, just for him, he wasn't going to let you slip away so easily - maybe that's what you wanted too

When he felt his orgasm building up inside him, he was careful not to tell you. He'd planned everything, starting with not wearing a condom. He ends up cumming deep inside you. Depositing his seed where it can grow, so your life will always be linked to his

That's how Anya got a little sibling

#spy x family #spy x family imagine #spy x family smut #spy x family dark content #loid forger #loid forger imagine #loid forger smut #loid forger x reader #loid forger x reader smut #loid forger dark content #request #dark content #smut #miri's-files

[forgeofthenine]

Is it the holiday season, or are you just a genius cause my yearning heart is being well fed by your tiefling headcanons. I hope this ask inspires :)

I’d go feral for some good pining headcanons; what are they like in the gray space between flirting and relationship? Especially if there’s mutual understanding that this might not be the best time (i.e. there may or may not be a mindflayer invasion in progress) and so they hold off on initiating anything, but have to watch as their crush dives headlong into danger? I love imagining ill-timed interruptions punctuated by longing looks.

Alternatively, how good are our darling tiefling bachelors at dancing? Would they learn a jig or two if their SO loved dancing?

Here's a lil' something something for you about pining, Anon. I didn't decide to write a full set of dance headcanons (despite it being on my to do list right from when I started the blog) but I am going to post something similar 👀

What the bachelors are like while pining for you

Dammon

This man pines so hard

He's touch starved to hell, quite literally, but has no clue about it

Dammon was sure he was fine right up until he met you and was hit with the realisation that he wanted more

The way he shows his affection is also anything but subtle, expect to know right away

It's never the type of affection that makes you feel guilty if you don't return it or makes you feel like you feel pressured

He's very easy going and good at reading people, he slowly increases how much affection he gives you until you both find a comfortable balance

Soon you'll find all your weapons and armour is repaired or replaced to the highest quality

Dammon is overjoyed if you return the same affection, even if you both know dating is off the cards for now

Bring this man some home cooking and he'll want to marry you right then and there

It's a grey area you both find yourself in for quite some time, to the point you both often get asked if you're together

The way he blushes when people ask is absolutely adorable, even more so when he hesitates to correct them

Towards the end you both basically already live together, both slowly easing into a romantic relationship without realising it

Dammon is more than happy once the ilithids are dealt with to make things official, finally not needing to correct people anymore

Zevlor

This man is the king of pining, absolute reigning champion

He knew he was in deep right from the moment he first saw you

It's something he keeps under wraps very well, to the point that you probably won't realise for a while

He tends to sneak peaks at you when you aren't looking, or he comes up with mostly reasonable excuses to come and speak with you

If you call him out on either thing then he'll heavily deny doing any of it, despite the blush on his face giving him away

Even if there wasn't an ilithid invasion happening Zevlor would still be cautiously optimistic about ever having a relationship with you

He's wary of a potential age gap or coming across too strong and scaring you away

A part of him also reminds him that you'd likely want a suitor your own age

The best way to quell those worries is to simply return his advances with some of your own

It could be anything, so long as he thinks you're interested he'll keep up his very subtle flirting

Soon, the two of you are already regularly having meals with each other and finding ways to spend hours together

Zevlor is absolutely already thinking of the life he'll have with you after this

Rolan

Rolan is a dick at first, he honestly is so out of touch with his own feelings that he doesn't realise he's into you

He's completely oblivious to anything that isn't directly spelled out for him, including how much he actually enjoys your company

It takes Cal and Lia teasing him relentlessly before he finally comes to terms with it

Once he does it hits him like a brick to the face

And after that, it's like a switch flips

He can barely speak to you now without second-guessing himself or tripping over words

It's enough to make you wonder what's going on until the siblings start teasing you both, much to Rolans embarrassment

He's always quick to shoo them away and apologise but his feelings are already clear

You're both smart people, it's easy to know now isn't the time to start a romantic relationship, but it's harder to listen to reason when your feelings get involved

After weeks of you both tiptoeing around each other, feelings clearly returned, he finally has enough

Rolans the fastest to take action on his pining, impatient and hating the uncertainty

You'll find yourself in Ramaziths Tower and kissing the tiefling that runs it in no time

Rolan is quick to pull you into him, kissing you passionately before making you promise you'll stay safe

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

[captain039]

PART 3 Stains of red

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Vampire things, blood, light gore, witch things, fantasy things, swearing, age gap, heats, smut, shameless flirting, virgin reader, indulging in pleasure xD, pining, jealousy, possessiveness, angst, masturbation

Previous part <-

You awoke to Pax, greeting him groggily before getting up to make tea. You made some toasted bread with jam as well before sitting on your seat outside, placing your items on the small table. You watched the duck family go about the pond, quaking to each-other, it brought a smile to your face. Pax sat on the table cawing softly trying to steal some toast making you huff and give him his own bit. You half expected Astarion to show up, but then again you prayed he didn’t not after what happened. You’re not sure how the whole vampire feeding worked, suppose to make it enjoyable one would partake in such activity’s. you shook your head sipping your tea as you took your attention back to the ducks. You perked up though hearing footsteps, not Astarions though, someone different. You saw the butchers father and stood, shooing Pax off as he approached closed.

“Morning” he greeted a little gruffly and you gave him a soft smile.

“Good morning” you said.

“How can I help?” You asked.

“Do you have something to, to help ease pain?” He asked and you frowned slightly.

“Physical or mental?” You asked and he looked to the ground ashamed.

“It’s only been a day and I can’t stand it, not after his mother died” the man said voice breaking and your heart clenched.

“Come inside for some tea” you said inviting him inside. You made him some herbal tea, one to sooth the mood and sat down with him.

“What’s happened is horrible I can’t imagine it, but I don’t have anything to ease that sort of pain, it’s something you must work through” you said a little sadly as you saw his shoulders sag.

“Guardian said he was drained of his blood” he whispered softly and you froze.

“Drained?” You repeated and he nodded putting the cup of tea down.

“Neck slit and drunk dry” he scoffed, brow frowning. Your stomach dropped, you didn’t know any vampires in the area part from Astarion, gods you hoped it wasn’t him.

“I’m so sorry” you whispered.

“What kind of monster does that!?” The man raised his voice, angry alpha filling your nose. You gulped a bit and he saddened.

“I’m sorry Lass” he said and you shook your head.

“It’s alright” you offered a smile and he sighed.

“I didn’t mean to come here and burden you with my issues, I know that’s not what you do” he sagged. He looked tired, long brown hair tied back and greying, wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, dark bags under his eyes. He looked ready to give up.

“I’m here to help the village, if that help means a simple talk, then I’ll do it” you said and he smiled sadly.

“My son, though he never said anything was sweet on you” he chuckled lightly and you tensed a bit.

“He’d always watch you when you’d get your ingredients and food, silly love sick pup look on his face” you smiled slightly at his words, you didn’t know you had an admirer.

“I’d tell him to man up and go talk to you, but he’d always shake his head and say something like he wasn’t worth it” you saddened at his words now, though you didn’t know him well, he seemed like a nice young man.

“He hasn’t always been that smart I think that’s why he held back” the older alpha sighed.

“If his heart is good then he needn’t worry, if I’d known-“ you stopped glancing to the woods outside your window, you heard light steps, Astarion, he wasn’t coming closer though, just pacing in the forest even though you couldn’t see him.

“Are you alright?” The older alpha asked.

“Yes sorry, my ears are very sensitive” you chuckled lightly.

“Aye, you’ve got a gift” he said and you nodded.

“Shame what happened to your parents, is that white haired elf still around?” He asked and you tensed. Yes well he’s pacing in the woods.

“Sometimes he brings me things or says hello, apart from that he’s distant” you shrugged.

“Seen him around town a few times is all” the alpha shrugged.

“I don’t know” you chuckled lightly shrugging.

“Odd elf” the alpha shrugged.

“Yes” you nodded glancing to the window again.

“I best leave you, the meats not gonna cut itself” he said standing up, you with him.

“Of course” you smiled as he opened the door.

“If you do need to talk though, I don’t mind if you pop in” you said and he gave a small smile and nod as he left. You cursed slightly at the constant pacing sound in your ears. You closed your door and followed the noise finding him pacing by the river.

“Would you stop!” You snapped and the vampire turned around.

“Another alpha visiting?” The man scoffed and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“He needed someone to talk too, he is in mourning!” You glared making Astarion cross his arms over his chest.

“Besides your busy pleasuring women and feeding” you blurted and flushed furiously as you realised what you said. He grinned then, fangs on display and you gulped.

“I saw you staring” he said voice low and you dropped your hands to your side.

“Must’ve been someone else” you brushed off.

“I’d never not know your face or scent, darling” he said tongue running over his fangs.

“Besides, I could smell your arousal from the alleyway” he kept his grin and you felt your heart skip a beat, gods you wished the earth would swallow you.

“Fuck you” you said simply and turned around to walk back to your cottage, listening to him laugh and follow you.

“It’s only natural!” He called and you growled annoyed as you saw your cottage. You headed inside slamming the door in his face making him laugh. He sat out on your porch eyes closed and relaxed, you huffed as he looked perfect in the sun rays.

“Staring impolite” he called and you quickly busied yourself with your alchemy. You let him in eventually annoyed by his overly relaxedness on your porch. He grinned, but didn’t say anything as he sauntered in. He said little as you went about your day till dinner.

You stood over your oven, stirring the soup gently before you felt a presence behind you.

“What are you doing?” You asked feeling his fingers push your hair away from your neck. Your body tensed feeling his breath fan over your neck.

“I can see your pulse” he muttered lowly.

“Hear your heart pounding in your chest” he added quietly. one hand going to your hip. Your mind wasn’t processing the situation as cool lips pressed against your neck. His other hand crept to your throat and held gently, making you tilt your head to the side. You had dropped your spoon in the soup, breath shuddering as you gripped the counter.

“I always want a taste” he said darkly before you felt sharp paint in your neck. You hissed eyes closing as the pain went to a numb throbbing. Your legs shook and you panted as he stopped and moaned in your ear.

“Sweeter than anything I’ve imagined” he said breathlessly making you flush.

“You were always mine” he whispered.

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The Song by a Pond

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: King Vicerys visits an old friend, bringing his children along to the Kingdom filled with mystery and magic.

Aemond shouldn't be out so late, he knew that, the forest knew that. 

He wasn't lost, he knew this place by heart since he visited a lot as a child, and so, when he was ready to return to the castle, this is when he heard singing.

A voice so gentle and beautiful, it made him turn around immediately.

The Prince knew, he needed to follow the voice and he did. Slowly walking back in the direction he came from, he followed the song. 

He knew the area the voice was coming from, he knew there was a small pond. 

Hiding behind the trees Aemond walked closer and closer, trying not to alarm whoever was singing.

When Aemond arrived at the pond, he saw a figure, it was clearly a woman.

He could hear her softly humming along to a song as she moved about.

Aemond couldn't make out what she was doing, hiding behind the tree, with his hood up, he debated leaving.

He decided to leave the woman alone but not without one last glance.

She was breathtaking, washing in the pond, her naked back towards him as she stood in the waist-deep water. 

She turned slightly and Aemond caught her profile she was as gorgeous as the song she was singing.

Something in him awoke, something inside him yelled at the man, telling him to get her, that she was his. 

It had no basis, he didn't even know the woman, and yet, he wanted her. Aemond had to have her.

---

After that, the Prince found himself visiting the forest more and more frequently. Hoping, wishing to see the woman again.

One afternoon, he heard cries.

Cries of an animal. He followed the cries and found a small grey bunny. Aemond could tell the bunny's leg was hurt, but he was frozen in place when a voice came from beside him.

"What have done?" Aemond slowly turned and noticed, it was her. The woman he has been seeking.

"I didn't do anything." he watched as she kneeled beside the injured animal and lifted it.

"Why did you hurt her?"

"I didn't. I heard cries and followed, this is how I found it." You looked up at the man in front of you, noticing his sword by his side, his hood was up, hiding his hair as he had an eyepatch. You could see the scars, then you looked down at the rabbit once more. You checked her leg once more before you began to heal it.

Aemond watched dumbfounded. One moment the rabbit was crying for help, in the next it was running back into the forest.

"I apologize, a fox attacked her, you didn't." you gave a quick nod before turning to leave.

"Wait! My Lady! Who are you?"

"My name is Y/N. I live in the forest."

"Are you a witch?"

"Some call me that, others call me a ghost or a fairy. I'd say I'm a woman of magic."

"You healed the rabbit."

"I sure did, she was hurt. Why are you here? Do you seek my help to fix your eye?" Aemond took a step back, could you fix his eye? "Many people come here for healing, I assumed you were the same."

"You can fix my eye?"

"I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

"Because there is nothing to fix. Your eye is just fine, scars are beautiful in their own way, and they tell stories. Stories of strength. The only healing you need is within." You turned around and started to walk away, he followed you closely. "You don't live here. Where are you from?"

"King's Landing." his honesty made you stop as you turned to look at him. A sudden change in the wind blew his hood off, revealing his long hair.

You looked at him closely before you shook your head. 

"I'm afraid I do not know who you are."

"I am Prince Aemond Targaryen."

"Never heard that name before. But then again, I live in the forest away from others. Are you special?"

"You don't know House Targaryen?" you shook your head, no. "We have the blood of the dragon in our veins, we ride dragons. My father's the King."

You took a step closer to him, putting your hand on the middle of his chest.

"No dragon blood, I'm afraid." Aemond was so confused, it was rare when he didn't know what to say, this was one of those moments. "But your family... are you aware that it is bad for the blood to marry within your own?" Aemond made a face as he slapped your hand away.

"How dare you?! My family is pure, the Targaryen name is-"

"Children die during their early ages, or they succumb to illness early. To you it might be common, but I'm telling you, Prince, it is not natural." you slowly turned back and walked away. He was speaking behind you, something about taking your head for this but you didn't listen. "Why are you following me?"

"I will take you to the palace, you will answer for the things you just said." he was meant to grab your hand but you moved away.

"Why are you really here? You were looking for me. I saw you before. You watched me bathe one evening." Aemond was taken aback, he didn't know you noticed him.

"I-I wanted to see you again."

"You are not the first. Last year a man tried to trap me so he could take me as his wife. King's Landing you say? Prince Aemond Targaryen... what would a prince want from me? I'm sure you have Princesses lining up and down the halls of your castle."

"My mother said I can marry whom I wish. I wish to marry you."

"You don't know me. Go back and never come looking for me."

Aemond stood in one place as you walked away from him, he watched you as you left, knowing fully that he will be back the next day.

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And he was. The next afternoon he came back, sitting on a log by the pond.

You noticed him the moment he entered the forest.

Then the next day, he was back. Sitting on the same log. And the day after.

A stubborn creature he was.

The day after it was raining, pouring down but he just sat there.

"Do you wish to catch a cold?" your voice startled him a little.

"My Lady. It is nice to see you again."

"I have seen you every day, sitting there, waiting."

"I will return to King's Landing tomorrow, I wished to see you one last time. I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage, an official proposal."

You looked into his eye, there was only the sounds of the forest for a couple moments, no talking.

"You know my answer, I cannot marry you. You do not know me, and I don't know you. For all I know you could be a woman beating, cheater who takes a new wife every week."

"Is that who you think I am?"

"I don't know you."

"Then get to know me, come with me to Red Keep, get to know me. I could become a great husband." he took a step and got your hand into his.

"You must let go of Lucerys, you mustn't follow him on that day. You will lose control." Aemond looked at you, confused. "Your family is... fragile. If you follow him, if Vhagar kills Luke, you will start something you shouldn't have. It will end in fire and death." you pulled your hand away from his before your eyes met his.

"You see the future?"

"I see something which can be changed. You must choose the path." 

"I seek revenge for my eye."

"But if you take it too far... your eye won't be the only thing you lose." he believed you, he could see it in your eyes, you looked scared and concerned. It gave him an idea. 

"And if you marry me, would that change my fate?"

"I didn't see that." you saw too much, it scared you so much you failed to realize he was manipulating you.

"Then marry me, bring me down the right path. Leave this forest, this Kingdom. You will be my Princess."

Why was he so devilishly handsome? Why did he have such a hold on you? 

Was there really a choice? You could reject him and watch the world burn or agree and hope you can help him.

"Come back tomorrow, before you leave, I will give my answer then." you turned around, ready to leave when he grabbed your hand and turned you around, one hand holding your hand to his chest, the other on your waist as he pulled you close, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"You must know I want you, not for your powers."

"You don't know me or my powers." you clenched your fist around his chest, gathering the fabric of his jacket in your hand.

"I know that I want you, you beautiful Goddess, I heard you sing, did you sing so I could find you?"

Busted.

How could you not? You weren't ready for the handsome stranger to leave that day.

"I might not know much about you, but I can learn through the years as your husband." he leaned down for another kiss but you quickly pushed him away.

"Tomorrow," you said as you quickly walked away. 

---

That night, Aemond couldn't sleep. 

His thoughts were filled with you. He knew you watched him, but you stayed away.

He thought the fact that he was a Prince would scare you, and he assumed he was correct.

He needed you, your beauty was beyond anything he had seen before. A one-eyed man like him cannot touch such beauty, as he was told many times before, but you had to be his.

Aemond smiled as he thought about you, seeing his future, you would be perfect as a wife and he can use your abilities to have a fulfilling life. 

Suddenly he heard a noise. His given room had a balcony, with his dagger in hand he stepped outside, only to see you. You looked at him then at the dagger in his hand.

"You wish to kill me?"

"I did not know it was you. Why are you here?"

"I was here every night, My Prince."

"You watched me sleep?"

"Your dragon didn't let me sleep. She keeps talking to me."

"Vhagar?"

"She does say nice things about you, but when I wish to sleep, it can get a bit too much."

"You decided to come with me? To be my wife?"

"I will say this, Prince Aemond. I have powers, and while I will protect you, I do not wish to always interfere. You will have to choose your path."

"I believe my path is with you by my side, My Goddess." you looked into his eye as you moved your hand up to remove his eyepatch, seeing the sapphire in his socket you ran your finger down his scar. 

"Must have hurt."

"Not as much as the thought of living without you." you wanted to laugh, but something in you told you he was serious. 

"I like to read romantic novels or even books about the human body, how it works. I like winter evenings, sitting by the fire and reading. I love the rain, watching it run down the windows. I love to eat and cook. I prefer nice warm bread with some meat next to it. I love my freedom in the forest but I seek new things. A better life. Love and care. And I-I wish to be your wife, if you will have me." 

There were so many things which Aemond didn’t know about you. You wanted to tell him that you knew him from your touches but didn’t. You decided he will need to open up to you as you will to him.

Aemond smiled a little before leaning down and capturing your lips.

The kiss was a promise, a promise to be loyal, a promise to care for and protect you. 

A/N: Please let me know if anyone would be interested in a part 2. I do plan on explaining her powers and her new life as his wife, but if only people would be interested. :) 

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Out of Place.

Price moves to a small town now that he’s retired. He’s enjoying the peace and quiet, yet it seems trouble likes to find him.  Word Count - 2.8k. Characters – Reader x Price, Madeline.  Warnings – Abusive relationships. 

‘You’re the second person to move here in a month.’ The lady said, Price arched an eyebrow as he looked to her.  ‘Second?’ Price asked, the woman nodded sternly, the high ponytail swayed with the force.  ‘Y/N,’ the lady said happily, ‘doesn’t count she lived here before.’ She swatted a hand yet the older gentleman to Price’s left scoffed  ‘Yeah before that man of hers took her away.’ The man replied gruffly, Price arched an eyebrow.  ‘But that doesn’t matter, you came for breakfast and here we are discussing the towns history.’ She dismissed the conversation.  ‘Yeah, let’s just hope that fella doesn’t show up here pleading to get her back.’ The man commented, the lady’s face twisted in disgust.  ‘I’m sure the town will have her back this time.’ She stated, the man raised his cup of coffee before everyone feel into silence as well.    ‘Shit sorry.’ The man said, a gentle hand rested on your back as it kept you up.  ‘It’s okay.’ You said, you stepped away from the touch before you took in the stranger, he kept his gaze on you.  ‘You must be Y/N.’ He said with his brows slightly furrowed, you tensed but looked up at him, a small smile on your lips.  ‘That’s me.’ You hesitantly replied.  ‘John Price, your neighbour.’ He introduced himself, you arched an eyebrow before you nodded.  ‘Nice to meet you.’ You said politely, he dipped his head slightly but he didn’t break eye contact with you.  ‘If you need help with moving in, just give me a knock. I’ll be there.’ He offered, you nodded.  ‘I need to go, on a tight schedule.’ You told him, ‘I was nice meeting you.’  ‘You as well.’ He said, you both smiled once more before you both went your separate ways.    You hesitantly lifted your curled fingers and chapped the door, it wasn’t long until you heard the muffled footsteps. A lock was turned before the door opened, John stood on the other side, his grey eyes softened when he looked at you, you gave him a small smile.  ‘Sorry to bother you but my sinks blocked, I'm hoping you might be able to fix it before I have to call the handyman.’ You said, he blinked a few times before he nodded.  ‘I can try, doesn’t mean I'll be able to do it.’ He said, you nodded and stepped back to give him space to step out, the jumper tight over his shoulder as he pulled the door over.  Price walked next to you the short distance to your door, you pushed it open before you both stepped into your flat. Price was shocked that the same flat could feel completely different, yours felt lived in, the odd clothes lying on the arms of the couch. 

‘Have at it.’ You gestured to the kitchen area, Price walked over to it and rolled his sleeves up. 

  ‘Thank you, I didn’t mean to take you away.’ You told him, he shook his head and rested his lower back against the counter. He had managed to unclog the sink after a few hour, sweat spotted across his forehead.  ‘Wasn’t doing much, haven’t been doing anything lately.’ He admitted, he sounded bored,  ‘Holiday?’ You asked, he rubbed his beard.  ‘Retirement.’ He replied, you looked shocked.  ‘Seem a little young for retirement.’ You commented, he chuckled.  ‘My bones don’t agree with you but yeah, I’m on the earlier side.’ He stated, you hummed.  ‘Military?’ You quizzed, his eyes widened slightly.  ‘You’re good a spotting things.’ He stated, you rubbed your lips together.  ‘I’ve needed to be.’  ‘Why’d you move back here?’ Price asked, you knew the pair of you had been the towns gossip but his seemed to be about you, ‘I mean I needed the silence and calm that came with here but you seem -,’  ‘Out of place?’ You quizzed, the difference ten years make is crazy.  ‘Yeah.’  ‘I needed peace and quiet.’ You stated, he tilted his head to the side.  ‘Wild childhood.’ He joked, you gave a little smile.  ‘You could say that.’ You replied, a thud came from the other room both of you tensed up before you walked towards it.  ‘Everything okay?’ Price’s brows furrowed.  ‘Yup, it’s -,’ You started, you waited for the cry of pain.  ‘Mum?’ A quiet voice called, heavy footsteps followed before the small girl stopped at your side, her arms wrapped around a leg and she hid herself behind you.  ‘You’ve been hiding a princess in the other room?’ Price questioned, you and your daughter’s brows furrowed in unison and he couldn’t help the corner of his lips jump up. He made eye contact with you, you slowly nodded and moved a hand down to cup the back of her head.  ‘Say hi to Price.’ You introduced him to her.  ‘Price?’ She questioned, the wrinkles between her brows deepened.  ‘My first name is John, but I prefer to go by Price.’ He explained.  ‘Why?’ She questioned, slowly she moved out from behind your leg, her grip still tight but she wasn’t hiding behind you.  ‘I had friend called John as well so it was easier.’ He said, ‘Do you have a name I can call you?’ Price questioned, she nodded with a wide smile.  ‘Madeline.’ She said, Price gave a nod.  ‘That is a princess name.’ He stated, Madeline crossed her arms over her chest.  ‘I’m not a princess, princesses always need saving, I don’t.’ She replied adamantly, Price arched an eyebrow before he gave a stern nod.  ‘Understood ma’am.’ Price replied, when he stood up his knees popped, you winced.  ‘Can you go back to your room -,’  ‘But I want to stay.’ Madeline cut you off, you raised an eyebrow.  ‘Maddie, you need to bring your dirty washing through then you can stay.’ You told her.  ‘Mum.’ She sighed.  ‘Fine, but then I’m choosing the movie tonight.’ You challenged her, her face dropped.  ‘No, I’m not watching Nativity again.’ She replied and quickly walked away, her wild hair flew behind her.  ‘She seems like a hand full.’ Price commented, you chuckled to yourself.  ‘Sometimes.’ You admitted, Price smiled and turned to the cooker, ‘What do I owe you?’ You asked, he shook his head.  ‘Nothing.’ He replied, your eyebrow raised.  ‘Nothing?’ You quizzed, he nodded.  ‘First times on the house, any other time might cost you a cuppa.’ He said, you smiled widely and nodded.  ‘I’ll take that.’ You agreed.  ‘Got it.’ Madeline said, she shuffled with the couple items of clothing held tightly in her arms.  ‘Thank you.’ She dumped the clothes into the basket near the washing machine.  ‘What are you gonna chose?’ Price asked, Madeline wiped her hands down her top.  ‘What’s your favourite movie?’ She asked him, eyes wide as she looked up at him.  ‘Nativity.’ He replied, she flung her head back and groaned at his response, both you and Price smiled.

‘Price.’ Madeline called, she ran before you could tell her to stay next to you.  You turned and watched as the ran over to Price, a hand slipped into his free one as he stopped pushing the trolley, it was half full with various items.  ‘Madeline, how have you been?’ Price questioned.  ‘Okay.’  ‘Just okay?’ He quizzed.  ‘Mums not been the happiest.’ She told him, he raised an eyebrow at her.  ‘Has she not, do you know why?’ He quizzed.  ‘It’s her birthday.’ Maddy told him, he glanced to you as you walked over.  ‘Maddy.’ You said sternly.  ‘Mum.’ She turned to you.  ‘I hope you aren’t annoying Price?’ You said, both of them shook their heads as you looked to Price.  ‘Of course not, she’s telling me that it’s your birthday.’ Price said, you looked at your daughter and narrowed your eyes, she looked up at you the same way.  ‘Yup.’ You replied.  ‘Have anything planned for it?’ He questioned, you shook your head.  ‘Dinner with the gremlin, a movie and maybe a bath before bed.’ You told him your extravagant plans.  ‘Sounds like you’d nights packed,’ Price said, you nodded, ‘but how about you cancel your plans and I’ll take the pair of you out.’ He offered, you went to shake your head hut then you saw Maddy’s eyes widened, excitement took over her features.  ‘You’re not taking us out, but you can join us if you’d like?’ You offered, he tilted his head.  ‘Seems like we’ve got a deal.’ He said, he and Maddy looked at each other, ‘I’ll get the snacks,’ He added, you went to object but Maddy grabbed his extended hand and walked away, you had no choice but to follow. 

‘Maddy?’ You whispered, she didn’t move and you leaned forward enough to see she was asleep, you turned and noticed that Pirce has fallen asleep as well.  HIs head rested against the back of the couch, gentle snores escaped his lips, Maddy’s head rested on his thigh. You were sure that there would be a collection of droll on his jeans, bags of sweets sat on the coffee table. A smile took over your features before you sat forward, carefully you removed Maddy’s legs from your lap as you stood up, your hands slid over her back and went to lift her before Price snapped open, a hand landed on her side.  ‘I need to take her to bed.’ You whispered, you watched as he relaxed, he cracked his neck.  ‘I’ve got her.’ He said, he rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes, you shook your head.  ‘Relax, I'll put her down.’ Price said, you sighed before you nodded.  You watched as he carefully lifted her head up, he slipped out before he turned and lifted Maddy up. Her head lulled to his chest, he carefully stroked her head as he held her close. Price walked to the two doors and nudged the correct one open before he disappeared inside.  ‘Thank you.’ You whispered, when he sat back onto the couch, his head fell back into the cushion, he opened his eyes slightly.  ‘No need.’  ‘I just – I've never been treated to anything like this.’ You admitted, you felt comfortable to tell him, his brows furrowed.  ‘Never?’ He asked, you shook your head.  ‘Nope, my birthdays weren’t important, I was more focused on Maddy.’ You said, he twisted his head to look at you, grey eyes took you in. 

‘Can I help you?’ Price asked, both your heads snapped around, you went to reply before Marcus did.  ‘Nothing that bothers you, mate.’ Marcus said, you made eye contact with Price and his jaw bounced.  ‘I’m not your mate,’ Price said, his voice stern as he fully stepped out his house, ‘and it does bother me when you’re shouting at a lady.’ He added, Marcus scoffed as you turned back to him.  ‘She’s nothing close to a lady.’ Marcus said.  ‘The mother of your child has pissed you off that much, you’re treating her like a discarded item?’ Price questioned, his hands clasped in front of him.  ‘As I said this doesn’t concern you.’ Marcus told him, a dismissive hand waved at him.  ‘It does, now why are you yelling obscenities at this time of morning.’ Price said, you noticed the loose shorts and large t-shirt, even the messy hair allowed you to realise the time.  ‘Sorry it’s too early for you grandpa but this is between me and the Mrs.’ Marcus growled.  ‘Haven’t seen a ring in her finger, is it one sided? Unable to keep anything up?’ Price quizzed, Marcus’s mouth snapped shut and his face turned red. He glared at you over Price’s shoulder before he huffed and walked away.    ‘Don’t run from him.’ Price said, you looked at him as you continued to shove items of Maddy’s clothes into bags.  ‘I need to keep her safe.’ You told him, the bags were starting to fill.  ‘Stay here.’ He said, you shook your head but continued to things into bags.   ‘John, I can’t go back to him, I can’t let Maddie see his true colours.’  ‘Y/N -,’  ‘John,’ you snapped and stood up, ‘he almost killed me when I was eight months pregnant, he was willing to take both our lives without even a second thought.’ You told him, rage filled his eyes before he pushed it away.  ‘I can understand mine, but someone who hadn’t even started a life yet.’ You tried to reason with the thought that bounced around your head for a while.  ‘The town, they aren’t going to let him take you again.’ Price said, you looked at him as if he had grown a second head.  ‘What?’ You asked.  ‘I was here a day and everyone in the cafe was planning on how to keep him away from you, they despise him and love the pair of you.’ Price stated, he remembered the hushed conversations in the cafe.  ‘I’m not putting anyone in danger.’ You told him  ‘You’ll be putting yourself and Maddie in danger.’ He stated, you froze and looked at the half-filled bags, your jaw slackened as you tried to think of a response.  ‘I know half a dozen folk here that want to help and I can call my buddies from work and they’d be here in a second to defend you from the jerkbag.’ He said, the corner of your lips curled before   ‘I don’t deserve it.’ You admitted as you dropped down onto the edge of the bed.  ‘You deserve everything.’ He said, you went to shake your head but he crouched down so he was level with you, his eyes danced around your face.  ‘John -.’  ‘Just listen to me please,’ he begged, ‘I am willing to defend you and Maddy, the pair of you have somehow wrangled your way into my heart and I don’t plan on letting you leave without defending you.’ Price told you, one of his hands landed on your knee and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

‘You need come with me.’ Marcus said, a hand stretched out towards you, you tried your hardest not to flinch.  ‘No.’ You replied, barely about a whisper, his eyes darkened.  ‘What?’ He quizzed, you straightened, knowing that people were looking out for you, courage filled your chest.  ‘No, I’m not coming with you.’  ‘You can’t keep my daughter away from me, you can’t stay away from me.’ Marcus snarled, you arched an eyebrow.  ‘I am staying here Marcus, with Madeline and away from you.’ You told him, your voice steady.  ‘She is mine.’ He hissed.  ‘No,’ you snapped, his jaw bounced, ‘I am done running, this is my home, always has been and I was stupid enough to listen to you all those years ago.’ You finished, arms crossed over your chest, Marcus took a step closer but you didn’t move.  ‘I’d be careful.’ A voice called, Marcus’s lips curled in disgust when he spotted Price, his own arms crossed over his chest which allowed him to see the muscles.  ‘Oh, you’ve got a guard dog.’ Marcus sounded amused, Price’s fingers twitched on his arms.  ‘No,’ Price approached the pair of them, Marcus cocked his head, ‘just here for moral support.’ He added, only now had you realised the difference in height between the pair, warmth from Price spread down your side.  ‘Your fucking him aren’t you?’ He accused, you looked over your shoulder to Price before you shook your head.  ‘No, not yet, not like you that jumps from woman to woman.’ You told him, Price’s breath got caught in his throat as Marcus’s eyes widened.  ‘Yeah, I knew about them, often wondered how many of them you got pregnant and almost bet to death?’ You commented, his face twisted. ‘Shut up.’  ‘Enough,’ you growled, ‘I don’t want to see or hear from you again, ever, Maddy and I do no exist to you.’  ‘She’s my daughter.’  ‘And when she’s eighteen she can chose to see you but for now get lost.’ You told him, he glared at you but you didn’t back down, his gaze darted to Price before he sighed.  ‘Fine.’ He huffed and walked away.  You gave a shaky exhale when he was far enough away that he wouldn’t hear it, Price carefully placed a hand on your elbow, quickly you turned to him and wrapped yourself into his chest, both his arms wrapped around you.  ‘He’s gone, you did it.’ He said, your grip on his shirt tightened.  ‘Mum?’ A quiet voice asked, you pulled back from Price to see Maddy walked towards you.  ‘Maddy.’ You said, a small smile present on your face as she looked between you, Price and the surrounding area, wondering who you were talking to.  ‘You said we had to leave, we’ve missed the time when we should’ve.’ She informed you, your stomach dropped at the panic that was wrote over her face. You crouched down to her height, a hand coming up to cup face, the soft cheeks under your fingers.  ‘We aren’t leaving baby.’ You told her, relief settled in your chest.  ‘We’re staying?’ She asked, you nodded as you glanced to Price over her shoulder.  ‘Yeah, I think it’s time for us to make this place our home, what do you think?’ You asked, a wide smile took over her face as she started to bounce up and down, giving you your answer. 

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Death Island!Leon S Kennedy x Umbrella!Reader one shot

Desc: When Leon & His team Rebecca, Chris, Jill & Claire run into an incident at Alcatraz Reader unexpectedly shows up to grab one of the secret antidotes for her personal studying on the new virus being sprung on humanity & in the process gets into a fight with Leon that makes it clear to everyone about the twos old love history.

Content: Violence, Mentions of heartbreak, Death Island!Leon x Umbrella!Reader, small Implication of sex, Angst, Fluff??, Happy ending :)

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Leon’s plans were far from what was currently happening, The poor guy was just trying to go on a tour around San Francisco but instead he was stuck in alcatraz fighting off the undead becoming infected & even uninfected and when he was told to grab the antidote to stop all of this mess he ran into you which was an even bigger pain in his ass.

You see, when you were In the technological area of the prison so was Leon & when you were standing across from him in the room his heart was already preparing to jump out of his chest, You two had multiple encounters on past missions that it even had a small fling between you guys but you couldn’t let him too close as you felt the fear of being heartbroken by the man who was your first love, first fuck & first everything so you cut ties with Leon before things got too ‘serious’ and clearly there was still that little spark between you both as you felt a small twang in your chest making direct eye contact with his blue eyes.

You couldn’t handle the tension or distraction that was stopping you from getting what you needed for Umbrella since they wanted to test this virus on multiple people like experiment subjects, the silence was loud & all the two of you heard were technical wires sparking and faint noises from some freakish monster fighting Jill so you cut the memories short & finally spoke up “You done reminiscing on the past yet” “As done as you are, what the hell are you doing here?” Your eyebrow perked up a bit as he held the gun attached to the belt of his jeans “I think you already know why i’m here Leon so let’s make those easy and start handing me the goddamn antidote” “Not happening doll, You know what happened last time you pulled one of these stunts.” You scoffed before stretching your arms “Fine you want to make this difficult and hurt your fragile ego we can play that game.”

Immediately as you started sprinting towards Leon he picked you up and practically body slammed you onto the floor but that still didn’t stop you from anything, you tugged on his hair and lifted both your legs and quickly wrapping them around his head putting his face in an area he was VERY familiar with & very much so missed but that’s for a later discussion, You flipped him over to where you were not on top and quickly got up but much to your demise he didn’t give up, he stood up and tried slamming you against a wall but you acted fast and held on multiple wires hanging from the ceiling and started swinging back & forth enough that you kicked him in the face “Son of a bitch!” You Snickered at his pain as he landed on a technical board while you jumped onto the ground and grabbed a random pole about to hit him with it but he held up his wrists against the pole causing it to bend “Why do you choose to make my life more- fuck!- more difficult than it already is sweetheart!”

You glared at him as he used one of his pet-names for you as a verbal weapon, he knew exactly what he did with that name and he knew it would hurt you in a place of your heart that you locked up & shoved away, “why do you choose to get in the way of MY job leon?” He smirked as he pushed you back as you attempted to hit him one more time “Because you’re so in love with me beautiful” You hated the way he spoke to you with sarcasm sometimes but you knew it was true, You were unexceptionally in love with him despite your split up & you hated it with your entire soul, “Just give up the act sweetheart you know your not gonna get what you want.” He warned as you kept trying to get swings at him but would fail miserably because of his dodges that he learned from training many years ago

After 30 more minutes of endless fighting you eventually gave up, both of you sat across from each other in two separate corners breathing heavily & sweat running down your guys’ face eventually leon broke the silence with a heavy sigh “Why do you do this to me Angel? You know how much you make my heart hurt when I see you so why do you do it?” You refused to acknowledge what he was saying to you so eventually he got annoyed and crawled his way towards you & almost placed a hand on your knee but you quickly pressed your high heel boot against his forehead & lightly pushed him back to where he sat on his stomach sighing “Sweetheart why did you leave? was it something I did back then I just don’t get it? What did I do?” You became irritated with his nagging for answers so eventually you fessed up. “It wasn’t You Leon. I think you know that by now. I was scared of you breaking my heart at some point so I prevented it from happening by dumping you before you could do it to me.”

Leon looked at you with sympathetic eyes while sitting up and moved your leg out of the way to cup your face into his hands while he hummed softly “You know that I would have never left you right? No matter how fucked up your little mind is I find it extremely fucking attractive to the point where I even bought you an engagement ring doll.” You rolled your eyes trying to move your head out of his grasp but he didn’t budge, “Yeah right, I highly doubt tha-“ “It’s true sweetness, I even have it in my wallet to this day after all of those years.” You watched him move one of his hands off of your face and digging into the pocket of his pants and pulling out a wallet he still somehow had on him & fishing out a ting that was slowly starting to show off how old it was getting & placed it into the palm of your hand “You know I never lie Doll face.”

You felt your breath hitch slightly but you gave the ring back to him and just around that time a guy as buff as leon but with short brown hair busted through the doors “Goddamnit Leon where the fuck have you been! And who the hell are you?!” You glared as Leon stood up & pulled you up along with him “Don’t worry about it Chris, let’s go before that weird fucking monster eats up rebecca.” Rebecca? Who the fuck is Rebecca? You didn’t have time to blurt out this question since Leon was dragging you along, Once your eyes settled on that big creature that was swinging it’s weird large fucking tentacles at what seemed to be Jill & Claire you felt pure fear run through your veins

“Rebecca!” You snapped your head as you heard Leon shout out this woman’s name once again but then you saw her run towards Leon with a box of what seemed to be the antidotes of the virus and even samples of said virus. You watched as she hugged around him in relief while blood ran down her face and it made the blood inside of your own body start boiling that you snatched the box she held & quickly held out your gun at Leon, Chris & Rebecca “we’re going to kill whatever the fuck that thing is back there & we’re all going to go our merry separate ways and i’m going to be taking this” “Who the hell do you think you ar-“ you quickly aimed back at Rebecca with an anger expression plastered on your face in which Cho Leon took note of “Watch it Bill Nye I will easily shoot whatever is in that fucking large cranium of yours.” Chris glared you down but you didn’t care, you put your gun away set the box down and started loading up some sort of large machine gun that could possibly take down whatever creature you saw Jill & Claire fight with, Chris was busy making sure Rebecca wasn’t wounded or infected while Leon practically hovered over you trying to help but you would shove him away “What the hell was that about huh? You’re not taking shit from us got it?”

You kept ignoring him, just as you got to make the machinery work the creature had slammed of its tentacles on the area you & leon were currently located causing you to fall down & hang onto a piece of metal while Leon was slammed against a wall “SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME?” You saw Leon quickly spring up and run directly towards you while Chris got ahold of a large rocket launcher & continuously blow up the creature wreaking havoc on everybody, You hear Claire shout something out towards Jill & Rebecca run towards You & Leon to help him grab you as he was slowly sliding off of the platform, Leon quickly grabbed onto your hand dragging you back up causing him & Rebecca To fall backwards while you rolled onto the side as you groaned loudly after just now realizing there was a deep gash in your side & due to you quickly loosing blood you passed out.

Eventually you woke up but it was outside of the prison on the ground patched up in stitches & gauze wrapped around the stitched up gash, You sit up quickly and wince causing Leon to move away from his group & kneel towards you “Good-morning sunshine, Thought I lost you for a second.” He chuckled out lightly while your eyebrows furrowed “Is it dead?? What are we doing out he-“ “it’s more than dead don’t worry.” Jill reassured with a smile on her dirtied face “We haven’t seen you in a while, It’s good to finally see you.” Claire spoke out walking towards you “Thanks..It’s nice seeing you guy’s too..” Leon cleared his throat indicating he wanted to speak with you so Claire & Jill walked off towards chris & Rebecca ass he grabbed ahold of your hands “Sweetheart I think you know we will never be able to avoid each other so that’s why I’m going to ask- not even ask TELL you to Marry me, give us an actual chance & be with me. I’ll handle all of your Umbrella bullshit an-“

You smiled up at him and leaned up as much as you could to grab his face and kiss him “Fine. I’ll marry you.” He grinned and just as he was about to kiss you deeply Rebecca stepped towards you “Y/N right..? I’ve heard a lot about you & I just wanted to address that..Leon & I? Have nothing between us an-“ You smile reassuringly “It’s fine rebecca, Don’t worry about it.” Rebecca smiled in relief & congratulated the both of you & eventually a helicopter came around and picked you all up & brought you all to a facility.

2 years later since then Leon & You got Married & Even had a child recently! A sweet little girl who had the both of you wrapped around her finger. Life was doing great you would say, Until You had gotten a call from a very very old friend of yours Albert Wesker, Alerting you that your work is needed immediately for yet, another outbreak.

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Twisted Wonderland: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader: Do We Have A Deal?

A mafia AU. Slight mentions of violence and blood

Getting yourself tied into the underground world is something no sane person would wish upon their worst enemy. For the insane it’s a life that you could thrive in. If you knew how to survive with the underworld and have the skills, you will be alright. You never wanted anything to do with any of the seven mafias that plagued the city you called home. You just wanted to run your cafe known as Ramshackle and live a life as normal as you can.

You should’ve known that the universe would decide otherwise. It had started as a normal day, business was steady and you were doing what you can to help the three other employees, Yuuken, Yuuka, and Yuuta. The first two worked as servers while the other one worked as the cook. Yuuta would also make the rest treats as a show of gratitude. At the end of the day you were in your office, going through paperwork that you had put off in order to help in the cafe. Your leg bouncing on the ground as you went through paper after paper. Notice after notice. Business has been really slow lately and the bank is threatening to shut you down. A knock came on the door. “Come in.” You said, not even looking up.

Yuuka came into the room, her dark eyes showing concern and worry. “(Y/N), there’s someone here to see you.” She said.

“I can’t see anyone right now I ha—”

“You really need to come out, it’s someone important.”

The tone she used made you finally look up from the pile of papers. One look at her and you can tell that it’s something that can’t wait. You stood from your seat. “Who’s here?”

“It’s best to see for yourself.”

You followed her out to the dining area and froze in your place when you saw the unexpected guests. There were three men, two looked identical with their teal hair, dark grey streaks, heterochromia brown and yellow eyes and an earring on one ear with teal gems dangling. Where one had one unique feature in the place, the other had the opposite. The other had silver-gray hair, thin glasses that framed the same colored eyes.

One of the identical men had Yuuken pinned against the wall by his throat. “You’re looking like you really need a squeeze.” He said, a sadistic smile that revealed sharp teeth on his face. He let out a laugh, having fun in making the poor man’s life flash before his eyes. Yuuta was being held by the shoulder by the other twin by his shoulder. He wanted to help but the grip on his shoulder would tighten

“Unless your friend gets the boss, then you won’t be let down soon.” The other one said.

“Now, now Jade and Floyd.” The smaller man said. “There’s no need for violence but this is a special case. He did rudely tell us to go as they’re closed but I really must speak with the owner. It’s important.”

‘Of course they’re here.’ You thought. The don of the Octavinelle mafia Azul Ashengrotto, and his most loyal men, Jade and Floyd Leech. “Let them go.” You said. The three heads turned towards you and the don smiled. They were clearly pleased to see you.

“Ah, (Y/N), you’re finally here. It’s so nice to see you.” Azul said, greeting you like you were old friends. You didn’t buy into the persona he put on. He signaled Floyd to let the man and he did so, albeit begrudgingly. His fun was interrupted. Jade had already let Yuuta go the moment you spoke.

“What do you want? I don’t appreciate my employees being threatened in that manner or any manner in fact.” You said. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling aggravation rise.

“Please take a seat. You’ll want to sit down for this.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the nearest chair at the closet table and plopping into it. “Just spill, I’m not in the mood for any games.”

“Of course.” He sat down across from you. “I want a partnership with this lovely cafe.”

Alarms started ringing in your head. Whenever Azul made a partnership with a small business, he ends up putting the original owner into debt and him taking control of the business. He’s taken so much businesses from other hard working entrepreneurs and now owns a good amount of the city. It’s his rise for total control.

“No.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“You heard me. The answer is no and it will always be. You can come back here a hundred times and still get the same answer.”

“But I assure—“

“Leave. I won’t say it again.”

You stood up and pointed to the door. There’s no way that you’re partnering up with that slimy octopus. You’re not interested in getting into debt and losing the only home you’ve ever known. The silvered hair male had a dark look in his eyes as he stood up from his seat.

“Alright. I’ll go but know you’ve made a grave mistake in turning me down. I’ll get what I want from you one day.” Azul said.

“Can’t I just give the shrimp a squeeze?” Floyd asked. A manic smile grew on his face. “The little shrimp is in need of one.” He let out a chuckle thinking about crushing your bones to bits.

“No Floyd. We best take our leave.” The three left with Floyd grumbling about not getting to squeeze anyone. You watched them walk down the sidewalk until you couldn’t see them anymore. Once you were sure they were gone, you turned to the three employees who were staring at you shell shocked. While you talked to Azul, Yuuka had gotten Yuuken into a chair so he could catch his breath. Yuuta had gone and got him a glass of water to calm the other’s nerves.

“Do you know what you just did?!” Yuuka yelled. “You’ve just painted a target on your back! Those that turned Azul down are never seen or heard of again.”

“I know the risks of getting into a contract with him. I don’t want everything that I built from the ground up in his hands. If something happens you three won’t be affected by the chaos. I’ll be sure of it.”

~~~~~~~~

Things had been getting out of control after that night. Whenever you come into work to open up shop, you find many surprises. It ranges from a chair being out of place to threatening messages written on your wall and questionable splatters on the floor or wall. At times those splatters are on both. You couldn’t tell what liquid it could be but a gut feeling was saying blood. You were quick to get things back to normal and cleaned up before the others arrived. You didn’t want them to worry about this. A part of your mind was telling you that you can’t hide it forever but the part that believes you can drowns it out.

It’s not until you came into work that you realized how grave the situation is becoming. The first thing you noticed when you walked up to the shop was the broken windows. You thought it was from some kids who got out of hand but when you unlocked the door and went inside, you felt the blood drain from your face. The furniture was turned over and broken. Wood splinters mixed with the broken glass and ceramics on the ground. On the wall was something that you would never forget, dried bloodied hand prints with a message in dried up blood.

We’re Coming For You

You pulled out your phone and took pictures of it. Then you called the three to tell them not to come into work. You called the police and had them come over to investigate. After the police did what they needed to do, you thanked them and sighed. Fear now flooded through your veins as you thought about who would be after you. You thought it was the Octavinelle mafia but then dismissed it. This wasn’t Azul’s style for getting revenge as you heard. From what you heard is that he makes his demands higher and higher until it’s impossible for pay him back, for those with contracts. For those without contracts he keeps showing up and offers bribes.

“My, my this is unfortunate.” A voice said. You turned around and saw Azul standing outside, peering in from a broken window.

“Go away Azul.” You said. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you.”

“I’m not here for any business reasons. I’m here simply because I saw the damage. Would you like any help?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. Just go.”

The man didn’t listen to you and simply walked in the building. He closed the door behind him and walked behind the counter. “(Y/N), it’s clear that someone has a grudge against you. Why I know not, but what I do know is that you’re in serious danger.” He spoke with a serious tone and serious glint in his eyes. He looked at the writing on the wall. “A poor unfortunate soul like you shouldn’t have to deal with this while dealing with debt. Of course, I can help you with that.”

“By forcing me into a contract? I won’t let you take everything away from me!”

He looked back at you. “I promise that I won’t do that. What I will offer you in return is protection and customers. I’ll tell people to come here and it’ll raise your business. You wouldn’t want the bank to close this place down right?” He had you there. You need money to keep business afloat. You watch as he pulled out a golden scroll, a feathered pen, and a vial of ink. “If you make a partnership with me, I’ll generously help you out.”

You watch as he set everything down on the counter. You knew you shouldn’t but bills are getting really expensive and you could use the help. “I have one condition. If I sign Yuuken, Yuuka, and Yuuta won’t be involved and know nothing about this. I promised them that I’ll keep them out of this and I intend to keep it.”

“You have my word. I’ll go ahead and add it in the contract.”

He dipped the pen in the vial and scribbled down the terms you added. He held the pen out to you. You sighed as you walked over to the counter and took the pen from his hands. You looked down at the contract and signed with a heavy heart. What you didn’t know was Azul was watching with a victorious smirk on his face.

He always gets what he wants.

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you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) Part 3

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1 PART 2 PART 4

PART 3

The rest of dinner is pleasant, but not terribly emotionally eventful, comparatively. You survive by telling stories about Helen from when you were children, which John listens to with a wistful look in his eye. Maybe it's the wine, and the excellent food, but that sharp edge in his obsidian eyes softens, somehow. It is endearing, and your heart aches more than it should.

You are so full you try to decline dessert, but the special is a chocolate mousse and John insists you should split one, even if you only have a bite. You are not sure if the waiter brings one spoon on purpose, but you watch with fascination as John takes the utensil between his long fingers and scoops up a delectable little nibble.

When he offers it to you from across the table you think you might die. You have had far too much wine to not do exactly what you want to now, which is to accept the sweet morsel between your lips while meeting his eyes, wishing it was something else.

Your panties are drenched by the time the meal is through. You know that you are the worst, living vicariously through your older, better, sister, but just in that beautiful moment, its hard to care.

You can always hate yourself properly tomorrow. 

John's hand finds a home at the small of your back as you are leaving. You know there are Feminist! reasons to hate when a man does that, but secretly it’s your kryptonite at the end of a long evening when there’s a crowd to navigate and you're tired and not really sure which way to go.

“Can I drive you home?” he asks, looking down that straight patrician nose at you. You could draw him from memory, you've studied his features so much tonight. You probably will, later, when you’re alone in your apartment with just the reminiscence of him.

“I live in Brooklyn,” you warn him.

He seems amused by this.

“I know.”

You pause for a moment at this. But then, it’s not so strange he knows. Helen could have mentioned it a hundred times.

“Okay.”

When the valet rumbles up in a sinister black American sports car, you lift an eyebrow. 

“This is yours?”

“Did you think I would drive a Mercedes like some kind of asshole?”

The next car in the valet line is a Mercedes, and the stodgy old dude behind you who just exudes Old Money looks like he's received an extra stick inserted in his ass. You huff, your lips twisting as you are fighting a grin.

“Usually I would make a crack about a midlife crisis, but it really does suit you.” You'd heard tell of The Car, but had never actually gotten to see it.

“Kind of you to say.” It’s so deadpan it takes a moment for you to realize he’s teasing you. 

He holds the door for you, and you can tell by the way he’s looking at you that he has not taken anything you've said seriously, or personally.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

The car is kind of bare bones inside, but it is undeniably cool. The sound of the motor is a tactile experience—you feel it in your bones as you pull away and take off down the street. You feel it other places too, as you look over at John seamlessly working the gears. Perhaps you look at him longer than what is polite, thinking about how once Helen used to sit in this seat, and they would undoubtedly go on adventures upstate, her cameras in tow.

You close your eyes, because you are tired, and you are thinking, and for the umpteenth time you are fighting tears. As you go across the Brooklyn bridge you roll down the window. The cool air helps clear your head.

The lights of the city at night from up high are a treat. Usually you're taking the subway.

Only once you arrive at your building and John parks on the street do you realize you never really gave him any directions. But once again, you shrug it off. 

There is a long moment of silence after he turns off the engine. The intimacy of an enclosed car at night, the weak light of the street barely intruding. “Do...you want to come up for a drink?” you ask, before you can really stop yourself.

Another long moment passes, as he looks at you in the shadows of the car, undoubtedly weighing the merits of this suggestion. His dark eyes glitter in the night, and your heart is in your throat, hoping he'll say yes.

“Sure.”

He is watchful as a hawk of the street as you make your way to the security door of your walkup. He frowns when you simply pull the door open, no working lock. 

“How long has that been like that?”

“At least a year. Shall we say the landlord moves at his own pace?”

“Give me his number.”

You laugh. “Ok.”

“I’m serious.”

You pause to look at him, his face half in shadow. A chill runs down your spine, the hair lifting on your arms; he is so beautiful, but there is something dangerous about this man. Something only your deepest instincts left over from the days of life in caves picks up on. It is…intoxicating, because somehow you know you are not the one who needs fear him.

Your landlord, on the other hand…you might be getting that new lock sooner than later.

You start to climb the stairs. When your heel catches the edge of the old wooden runner he is there, steadying you with a hand on your waist. You lean into him without a thought. He's taken charge of you, for the evening at least, and you are more than happy with the arrangement.

For the evening, at least.

Your key sticks in the vintage lock, the way it always does. The more modern deadbolt goes quicker. And then you are inside your humble sanctuary, and you can tell John is a little shocked by the cacophony before him. Helen liked the ordered balance of modern design, but you are a maximalist at heart. The walls are covered in art, your own, and friends’, and collected pieces as well. There are little shelves filled with curios from your travels and thrift stores around the city. What isn't filled with art is taken up by plants, on the floor, and side tables you have rescued from the curb over the years, and hanging from the ceiling too.

“Come on,” you say, taking his arm to guide him through. It's not actually messy. Everything has its place, and is fairly clean. The space is just full. “Have a seat. What do you drink?”

He lowers himself onto your cerulean blue couch, still looking around. It’s almost as though he forces himself to look back up at you.

“Bourbon, if you've got it.”

“Sure.”

You slide off your coat, hanging it on a vintage brass coat rack from an old hotel long defunct. 

“Ice?”

“A little.” 

You make his drink, and a vodka tonic for yourself. You cross the room to join him. “Thanks,” he says as you hand him his glass. 

“Sure.”

He is still surveying the room, and you are content to sit in companionable silence while he takes it all in, used to this reaction from newcomers.

“Did you make these?” he asks, looking to a cluster of small but highly detailed portrait paintings on the wall closest to you.

“Yes.”

They had taken months with a tiny 20/0 brush. You can be…obsessive, when a project grips you.

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.”

“May I...” He pauses, taking a deep draught, nearly finishing his drink in one go. “I overheard, this morning. About the piece, with Helen's photographs. I know Helen said you don't like people in your studio, but I was wondering...if I could see it.”

It dawns on you that this is the reason he agreed to come up. Possibly the reason he took you to dinner too. You are relieved, in a way, even if your heart aches a little for it.

Even though it’s true that you usually hate letting anyone into your studio, the place where you think and dream and create, the resting place for the unborn and half-finished creations of your imagination, you do not hesitate in your answer.

“Yes. Of course you can see it.”

You stand from the couch and hold out your hand to him without thinking, and he takes it. It’s as though you both know you're going to need a little extra emotional bolstering for the task ahead. You take him to the second bedroom that is your art studio. The smell of linseed oil and paint is heavy on first entry, though you are used to it.

Helen’s piece is still on your easel, the most recent thing you’ve finished. Usually you like to work small, but this canvas was five feet on both sides. It took you months to go through the boxes of photos she’d left you, then to lay it all out, deciding which photo went where according to value and structure. You could have done it easier with photoshop, but the personal quality of this project demanded completion by hand, from start to finish.

To complicate things more, you used a transfer technique to affix them to the canvas, giving the images a hazy dream-like quality. In between it all you had painted with miniscule strokes, miniature scenes and tiny embellishments, adding color, pumping up contrast and value. There were words she had said to you, short one sentence stories from your childhoods, and miniature daisies sprouting through the cracks. It was a galaxy of image and memory, each square foot containing a multitude. Yet when you stood back and unfocused your eyes, it was unmistakably her face looking back at you, larger than life, beautiful and filled with warmth.   

The subject of the photos ranged from her arty pieces of architecture and landscapes from trips she’d taken, to more candid shots of family and friends. There were also several images of John, and it occurred to you that maybe you should have okayed that with him. You’d been working in the pitch of such a fever dream with the materials Helen had left you, it hadn’t even occurred to you at the time to reach out to ask. You’d made this piece in a damn near fugue state, swinging between working rapaciously and crying in a ball on the floor. There had been some catharsis in finally finishing it, but the process had damn near killed you.

“I hope it’s okay…that you’re in it,” you say as he stands before the canvas, his exacting gaze taking in every detail of every inch.

He has not let go of your hand; in fact, his grip has tightened almost painfully upon your fingers. You don’t think he realizes he’s even doing it, and you let him hurt you, the way you’re pretty sure you’re hurting him with this visceral reminder of the life of the woman he’d loved.

“I’m honored,” he says, his voice hoarse with emotion, his jaw clenched. “Such a full life she lived.”

“Only the good die young,” you answer, barely able to raise your volume above a whisper against the constriction in your throat. “It’s not fucking fair. All the horrible people in the world…and the fates took her.” Your voice cracks. Your eyes are burning, and you know you are on the brink of losing your shit again. He pulls you in against him, and there are no arguments this time about preserving his suit or your dignity. It’s too easy, to settle into the solid warmth of his chest. This man feels like he could be a bastion against all that is bad in the world; it is hard not to wish to just stay there beneath his chin forever.

“I would have traded, if given a choice,” you whisper into his collarbone. “In a heartbeat.”

“Me too,” he answers. “But she never would have allowed it. She loved you beyond measure.”

You give a tinny, sad little laugh—or maybe it’s a sob—for the tragedy of it all. You know that no one—no one—will ever love you the way Helen did. Will ever protect you, the way Helen did. You will wander the Earth for the rest of your days with a Helen-shaped hole in your heart that will never heal.

“I know she felt the same about you.” Minutely you lift your head to look up at him. “It’s easy to understand why.” You touch his face lightly, wiping away the tear that is hovering on the blade of his cheekbone with the side of your thumb. When you realize how casually you have invaded this man’s personal space, this man who has been so kind and tolerant of you, you try to draw away. But his hand covers yours on his cheek, the scruff of his beard surprisingly soft beneath your palm.

Your eyes meet, and you can see that John is drowning in the loneliness of so much loss. You reckon you look about the same; this day has left you feeling like you fed your heart through a meat grinder. Pushed to the brink, perhaps there is little wonder that when his face descends, you do nothing at all to fight it.

Yet he does not kiss you.

His lips hover above yours, and you think you might expire of longing, caught in the limbo of waiting. He brushes the tip of your nose with his. It is almost unbearably sweet. You feel like it’s a gesture between two people who have been in love for ages. A remembered gesture, a sweet habit left from a different relationship, a different woman you resemble, but can never really be. 

You should stop this. You should back away before you both get hurt. But then his lips touch yours, and any small amount of resolve you might have worked up to do the right thing shatters.

At first it is the simplest press of lips; light, and sweet. He is shaking; or maybe it’s you who is? He rests his forehead against yours, savoring the moment, or trying to talk himself out of whatever it is he is about to do.

It’s his choice, you know.

You no longer possess the willpower to stop him either way, and your wicked heart rejoices when he leans in to kiss you again. Still, he is gentle with you, as though you are a thing in his grasp that might break.

 He isn’t wrong about that, and yet as the kisses go on, you feel it in him when something snaps—the change is sudden, and visceral, and you cannot withstand the onslaught as he slants his mouth over yours. It is like being caught in a hurricane, grabbed up by his inexorable strength and the fury of his desire. You’re not really a small woman, but he maneuvers you like you weigh nothing at all, backing you into the wall.

You know it’s wrong, somewhere in the back of your head, but it feels so good. Or maybe, it could be right? Maybe it could be ok, to take comfort in this certain someone who also loved the person you lost. Doesn’t that balance, somehow?

You are full of shit, but you also don’t care.

All you know is that he’s hiked your leg over his hip as he’s kissing you, and you can feel the hard length of him pressing into your center, and you might collapse with the heady pleasure of it all.

You reach for his belt, but he catches your hands, panting as he presses his forehead against yours again. “Let me touch you?” His words are laced with such a mix of fragility and need that you know no matter what he asks you for tonight, you won’t say no.

A trembling sigh escapes you as you nod, and he kisses you again, hard and hungry and you’ve never surrendered so willingly to anyone before in your life. He’s running a hand up your thigh to the molten core of you, pushing your underwear aside to slide a single long finger inside your desire-slicked body, and you are lost.

Utterly wrecked, and irrevocably lost. 

He toys with your swollen little clit with his thumb while he finger fucks you, his mouth on your neck and you are so close, before he picks you up all together like you weigh fucking nothing, and walks you to the couch in the other room. A vague thought enters the cloud of your sex-addled brain, a small sense of relief that he has removed you from Helen’s watchful gaze on the easel.

Any guilt you might feel vanishes with the thrill of him dropping you on the soft cushions, which is only topped by him dropping to his knees before you in that beautiful suit, (that beautiful suit!), and hooking his fingers in your panties, practically tearing them down your thighs.

There is a moment of eye contact, that burning dark stare that bores a hole straight to your soul, before he falls on you like he means to devour you whole and lick the bones clean. You’ve never felt anything like his furious mouth on you, the hard licks and soft kisses, the circling of his tongue around your clit, the relentless pleasure he mercilessly bestows until your back is arching and you cannot stop and you cannot wait, you are cumming in his mouth.

It’s the most magnificent thing you’ve ever felt, this fierce and fiery pleasure that is like fireworks inside your cunt and across your skin, and he keeps licking you slowly through the tremors and the aftershocks until you beg for mercy.

There is a moment of reverent quiet, while he rests his cheek on your thigh, your hands stroking his long dark hair. But when you try to reach for him, “Come up here,”—you are suddenly in his arms again, and he is carrying you to your bedroom, laying you down. You expect him to climb in with you, but with a flourish he covers you with the sheet, effectively trapping you, pressing a hard but reverent kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest, y/n.”

“Wait!” you plead as he is walking to the door, dizzy from the whiplash of this change of direction. You hate the desperation in your voice but at the moment you’re unable to care. “Where are you going?” Even you can hear how pathetic you sound.

He stops in the doorway, looking back over his shoulder. His profile is half in shadow. He looks like a masterpiece by Carravagio, beautiful and terrible to behold. You want to paint him in this moment, almost as badly as you want to fuck him.

“I’m going home.” You cannot tell if that is regret in his voice, or pure exhaustion?

“Why?” You know you sound wretched, like the lost little girl you are inside.

“Good night, y/n.”

Then he is gone like a shadow, like he’d never been there at all. You barely even hear the front door snick shut. If it was not for the glorious soreness between your legs, maybe you would have thought it was all just a magnificent dark dream your twisted little imagination thought up.

You weren’t usually prone to such dramatic thoughts, but it was possible that John Wick had just ruined you for all other men, and you didn’t even get to see him naked.

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All That's Left

There's routine and there's getting used to change. Some are quickly adaptable but, depending on the circumstance, it isn't always that easy.

Leonardo x Reader

Warning: angst

Being a ninja has its perks: one can evade the eyes of man whilst making way to their destination. However, even with such skill, moving through the night is more optimum, especially for Leonardo. Shifting over buildings and hiding around dumpsters is one thing but more open areas are difficult to navigate whilst adhering to the element of stealth. Luckily, the elements are in his favour: the downpour of rain shielding him by both sound and sight. He isn’t typically one to go to such lengths to get to one place unless it’s in the name of a mission but this has become a routine as of late. He does it as frequently as he can given his circumstances but it never feels as though it makes up for all of that lost time. By now, he knows this path like the back of his hand: sneak past ground watch, jump over the gate, and take the fifth walkway from the left. A few more paces and he’s made it. His observance is dim but his lips pull as best as they can at her sleeping form.

"Hey," he greets quietly. "Sorry, it’s been a few days since my last visit."

Despite the blank, paling face that stares back at him, his smile remains. He lays the flowers down and kneels before her.

"I would have brought everyone else with me but I decided to be a bit selfish today. Just the two of us. I hope that’s okay.”

Again, silence follows and he readjusts his sitting position to get comfortable.

"Things have been quiet lately," he continues, his eyes absentmindedly gazing over her bed. "I'd say it's a nice change but I wouldn’t mind the distraction."

He huffs a laugh and his head cranes towards his shoulder before straightening again. The gentle pierce of his brown stare wanders over the rest of the cold space that surrounds them. Despite having come here for the last two months, there’s still something new to look at. He remembers when he first heard of this being her new residence and how long it took to adjust. Often, he still finds himself heading towards her old apartment out of muscle memory. 

"I know it probably sounds like a broken record at this point but everyone misses you. I… miss you.” 

There’s a grasp on his throat, a squeeze that only tightens the more he tries to fight it. He swallows past the restriction, mouth dry, tongue suddenly alien to him. Just keep a level head. This isn’t anything new by now. His cheeks cave in against the deep intake of air. 

"There's a lot I should have said when I had the chance," he whispers hoarsely, though no words follow in this empty promise of rectification. 

He can’t do it. His eyes clamp shut with his lips, firmly pressed to hold back the internal incursion. He can't even bring himself to say it: what he wants to say; what he's wanted to say for so many years. There's no point knowing that he'll never get an answer. His fingers dig into the sodden ground, pulling away the strands of grass that have only just begun to grow above her. It breaks beneath his palms and sullies the very hands that tremble under his hunched body. He should remain composed. He shouldn’t fall apart like this. Is it not he who should be able to think straight during dire circumstances such as this? Be the voice of reason? For his family but not himself it seems. Not right now. 

With a heavy, laboured breath, his head pries upward to meet her grey face once more. The carved letters of her name stare back at him, dowsed in rain and he can only hope, wherever her spirit may be, that she isn’t crying for him. He doesn’t deserve her tears. He was in South America saving all of those people when he should have been here to save her. If he had come home when he was supposed to, this never would have happened. Leonardo and his brothers would have been back doing patrol before any of this could become a reality. She would still be alive. She would still be with him. He took her for granted and now he’s paying the ultimate price. 

“I thought I might find you here,” a voice calls out to him. 

A familiar voice. Not the one he’d be wishing for but a welcome one nonetheless. He tears his gaze away from the gravestone to be met by his friend April, who kneels beside him. She tilts her umbrella so that he may be sheltered too and together they sit quietly. Rain is their only comfort with this mutual understanding of unrest in the air. There isn’t anything that can be said to make better of this; nothing that hasn’t already been repeated countless times. 

With the clouds readying their part for day’s oncoming dawn, April takes her stand and outstretches a hand to her friend. He waves his muddied fingers with a pathetic attempt at a laugh and rises lethargically.

“Come on. You can’t hold onto this guilt forever, Leo,” she reminds him, just as everyone has been since his return. “She’d want you to let go.”

He's not sure he'll ever be able to rest on that idea. Not until he learns how to say goodbye, at least - the last word he had said to her so carelessly, not realising it would indeed be goodbye.

This is something shorter and a bit different but an idea that would not leave for the life of me. Hope you enjoyed!

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