#but this close up on her face (her cheekbones !!) is insane

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Léa Seydoux as Madeleine Swann in Spectre (2015)

Some lesser-seen production stills by Jonathan Olley

#madeleine swann #james bond #spectre #léa seydoux #lea seydoux #007 #praise the lord for the bond producers' endless budget allocation for film still photographers #barbara broccoli to me you are perfect #tbh i'm making this post because of the very first pic #was utterly speechless when i first saw it and i'm still regularly gobsmacked by it #it's never been used anywhere #i understand that the press prefered to use pics from the train dinner scene because of the old james bond vibes #but this close up on her face (her cheekbones !!) is insane #no other word for it #she is out of this world

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hey lovely! if you’re up to it, would you be able to write something w james or remus with comforting a reader who’s insecure about her skin/having broken out? i’m totally not projecting (i get chronic rashes on my face and one broke out recently and it’s making me sooo self conscious because my birthday is soon and i wanted to feel pretty 😖)

thank you!! mwah!!!

xoxo @mareagirls

Hi Rosa my love! Thank you for requesting and happy early birthday!!

cw: reader is insecure about her skin

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 750 words

You scrub at your skin with your fingertips, pads pressing harshly as you distribute the cleanser over your face. Then turn the tap as cold as it can go, splashing water and scrubbing again to make sure the product is all gone. 

“Alright, enough of that,” says Remus as you towel your face dry. You look up to see your boyfriend watching you in the mirror from the bedroom. He tents his book beside him on the bed, beckoning you over. “Come here, bring your stuff.” 

You turn around to look at him. “Why?” 

You can see Remus intentionally smoothing the pique from his expression, gentling it into something kinder. “Just come sit with me, please.” 

You gather your things off the bathroom counter, carrying them into the bedroom and plopping down in front of him on the bed. Remus knows your routine. He takes a washcloth from you wordlessly, wetting it with product. 

“Close your eyes.” 

You do, and he starts swiping the product gently over your skin, starting at your jawline and working his way slowly upwards, following the planes of your face. His free hand is wrapped loosely around the side of your neck to steady the both of you. 

“Why are you doing this?” you murmur, trying not to move your face as you speak. 

“Couldn’t stand seeing you look so angry with yourself,” Remus replies, matching your volume. His voice is low and raspy, inlaid still with traces of frustration. You hadn’t realized you had been looking like that. “S’like you’ve no idea how pretty you are.” 

There’s a thick pause. The washcloth shushes over the skin of your forehead, and you can feel Remus’ gaze boring into your shuttered lids. 

“I know you think I just say that,” he says, setting the washcloth down on your leg. You open your eyes, and he’s squirting moisturizer onto the pad of his index finger. His eyes flit up to yours, the color of honey or perfectly steeped tea. You look away. “I don’t. I wouldn’t bother saying anything if you weren’t as lovely as you are, and it’s insane that you don’t know it yourself. I mean, we’re looking at the same face, aren’t we?” 

Your lips twist upwards as you close your eyes and Remus sets his hands to your face again. He smooths the moisturizer into your skin with thorough, loving strokes. 

“I do feel pretty, sometimes,” you admit. “Just not so much when my skin is acting up like this.” 

“Not sure how that changes anything.” His voice is gruff, audibly judgemental in the way you’re sure only he can manage. It coaxes a soft laugh from you, and Remus’ thumb swipes extra affectionately over your cheekbone, approving. His tone lightens. “Really, dove, it’s not like the rest of you just disappears because you’ve broken out. You’re just as lovely. I’m not sure anything could change that, short of reconstructive surgery I suppose.” 

You roll your eyes. They’re still closed, but you hope he sees the motion anyway. “You’re being too nice to me. I know it’ll go away eventually, but it’s still not the same as when my skin is clear.” 

“It’s not,” Remus allows. “Of course it’s not the same. But that’s like saying I’m not the same with my scars as I was without them. And I still managed to snag you all mangled-looking.” 

You open your eyes, despite his hands still moving over your face. “You’re not mangled-looking,” you say. You know Remus knows this, but it feels important to tell him anyway. “I love you with your scars.” 

He smiles softly, and you close your eyes again, satisfied. “Then you see what I’m getting at,” he says. “I love you like this, just the same as when your skin looked a bit different.” His touch arcs over your eyebrow. “And everyone else loves you just the same, too.” 

You hum, a pleased sort of capitulation. “You’re such a sweet talker.” 

“Doesn’t take much imagination to tell the truth.” You can hear Remus’ smile. “You’re always lovely, dove, but I like you best when you look like you feel lovely, too.”

“I’ll try,” you say. He hums satisfiedly, thumbs brushing twin paths across your cheeks. “Is there really still product to rub in?” 

“Mm, not strictly speaking.” Remus’ lips press, soft and sweet, to your freshly moisturized cheek. He doesn’t seem to mind the bumps. “But I think I’d better do this a while longer just to be sure.” 

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𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: a special valentine's day date 

warnings: nothing but pure fluff 

words: 2201

a/n: i was listening to the ronettes and this fic was the outcome. i hope you enjoy!

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It was around half eleven in the morning, the gentle sound of the radio and the boiling of the kettle filled the silence of the kitchen. You stood, humming quietly, swaying side to side as you waited for the kettle to come to a boil.

Alessia was still fast asleep, her mind reminiscing the soft tender touches the two of you shared last night. Whilst she slept, you thought to make her breakfast in bed. A plate of pancakes and fruit were to the side of you as you made her some tea. 

Today was Valentine's day. A day you wanted to make extra special for her. The two of you had been together for nearly three years, having met during an England call up the both of you had been inseparable since. 

Once everything was prepared, you placed it all on a tray and carefully made your way back into your shared bedroom. Pushing the door open gently with your foot, you were met with Alessia’s back, the blonde having rolled over in the time you were downstairs.

Placing the breakfast on Alessia’s bedside table, you sat yourself down by her side and tenderly brushed a loose strand of hair that fell over her eyes behind her ear.

“Less,” you whispered, placing your hand on her shoulder. 

Slowly, the blonde started to stir, her eyes fluttering open but closing as soon as they were hit by the bright sun rays. 

“I made you some breakfast,” you said softly, pulling the tray onto your lap.

“Thank you, baby,” Alessia mumbled, turning onto her back and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Of course,” you smiled, watching her pull herself up against the headboard.

“What time is it?” Alessia asked, pecking your lips as you placed her breakfast on her lap.

“Nearly midday,” you replied, smiling at her widened eyes.

“I’ve never slept in so late,” Alessia said, taking a bite out of one of the pancakes.

“And whose fault is that?” you said, tilting your head in a teasing manner.

“Yours,” Alessia said, taking another bite before offering a pancake to you.

“Mhm, sure it was,” you hummed, taking a small bite from her fork and letting her finish the rest.

Alessia didn't reply, only huffing out a small laugh, knowing exactly why she slept in so late. Her aching legs being a constant reminder. She finished off her breakfast, feeding you the occasional pancake or chunk of fruit, until there was nothing left on her plate. 

Taking the tray from her lap, you placed it on the floor. You placed an arm over her legs, effectively trapping her to the bed under your body. The two of you didn’t say anything, just enjoying the company of one another.

Not being able to stop yourself, you let a smile form on your face before you shuffled up and started placing delicate kisses over Alessia’s face. A kiss for each of her freckles.

Both of your hands reached up to cup her face, bringing your lips down onto hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against yours. You could feel Alessia smile against your lips, the gesture driving you to insanity.

Pulling away slowly, your eyes met Alessia’s, the corners of her lips pulled proudly into a smile. Your heart fluttered at the sight, you couldn't believe that she was yours. You truly felt like the luckiest person on the planet.

“What was that for?” Alessia asked, wiping a thumb over your cheekbone. “Not that I'm complaining.” 

“Just felt like it,” you shrugged, leaning back and reluctantly getting up.

Picking up the tray from the floor you made your way to the bedroom door, turning back round before you left.

“Where are you going?” Alessia questioned, confused that you weren’t staying with her longer.

“You need to get dressed,” you said, glancing at the time. “We’re going to be late.”

“Late?” Alessia wondered, sitting herself up. “Late for what?”

“You’ll see, just get dressed,” you replied, being discreet on purpose. 

Walking back downstairs, you quickly wash the dishes and put them back in their designated places before going to the guest bedroom to get ready yourself. 

Quickly hopping in the shower, you get yourself ready for the day. With your outfit, you chose to go smart but casual, a perfect combination for the day.

Having got ready in the guest bedroom to give Alessia a little space, you walked back into your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed as you waited for her to come out of the bathroom.  

Hearing the door creak open, you snap your head up to your girlfriend, unable to take your eyes off her as she walked out in nothing but a towel, small droplets of water falling off her face.

Alessia, knowing the effect she had on you, decided to tease you. She turned around, looking in the wardrobe and dropping the towel to the floor. Your eyes trailed over her body and although she couldn’t see you, she knew what you were doing.

You bit your knuckles, trying to stop yourself from smiling as you watched Alessia get herself ready. Once the blonde turned around, you were quick to get up on your feet.

Taking one step forward, you cupped your hand around her jaw and pulled her into a bruising kiss before parting slightly and saying, “We won’t be going anywhere at this rate.”

“You were the one to decide to go out for the day,” Alessia shrugged, a teasing smile on her lips.

Shaking your head, you huff out a laugh, dropping your hand back to your side. 

“You ready to go?” you asked, pulling a coat out of the wardrobe and putting it on. 

“Yeah,” Alessia nodded, following you out of your bedroom and to the car. 

Sitting in the driver's seat, you started up the car and looked in your mirrors. Double checking it was safe to pull out of your spot, you placed your arm around the back of Alessia’s chair and began to reverse.

Using one hand on the steering wheel to reverse, Alessia watched you carefully. Going from the way your hand manoeuvred around the steering wheel effortlessly to how your side profile was on full display as you looked out the back window.

The drive there didn't take long and before you knew it you were pulling up into a parking space. Turning the car off, you got out and walked around to Alessia’s side, opening the door for her.

Placing a kiss on your cheek as a thank you, the two of you walked down the street hand in hand until you reached your destination.

“Why are we here?” Alessia questioned, looking up at the small building.

“It's a baking class!” you said happily, looking down at Alessia with a smile.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Alessia mumbled, looking up at you with a playful glare.

“Never,” you replied teasingly. 

The two of you walked in, greeted by a little old lady beaming happily. She took you both to a back room where three other couples were already situated. Placing your coats on the hangers behind you, you put on some aprons and waited for your instructions. 

In front of you was a table covered in an abundance of items scattered all over the top. The little old lady stood at the front of the room, addressing what you would be doing. 

Alessia grinned at you at the mention of cookies, her excitement increasing tenfold. The lady executed each step with the intent of you following, although she seemed to underestimate that you and flour were a bad mix. 

Pouring some into your hand, you blew the white powder into Alessia’s face. The blond turned to look at you with an evident scowl on her features. Taking it as a challenge, Alessia also grabbed some flour, throwing a handful back at you. 

The old lady gave the two of you a scolding look causing you both to laugh and get back to the task at hand. After making the sugar cookies and putting them in the oven, the next task was making the icing. 

You and Alessia placed multiple icing bags around your table each of them containing different colour icing, ready for the cookies to come out. 

After taking the cookies out of the oven and waiting for them to cool down, it was finally time to decorate them. You had four and Alessia had four, the two of you decorating your own to then give to each other after.

Every now and then, Alessia would glance over to you watching every move you made. The way you stuck your tongue out in concentration or how your arms flexed as you squeezed the icing bag, even noticing the veins that crawled from your hand up to your arm.

Once you were happy with your cookies, you squeezed the last remaining icing into your mouth waiting patiently for Alessia to finish hers. Hearing a chuckle from beside you, you turned to look at Alessia. Raising an eyebrow in question you wondered what she was laughing at.

“What’s funny?” you wondered, your voice coming out muffled due to the icing in your mouth.

“Nothing,” Alessia smiled, shaking her head as she let out another soft laugh.

Still not quite believing her, you shrugged your shoulders and turned your face to glance around the room when she took a hold of each side of your face. Alessia used the pad of her thumb and brushed it along your lip, clearing away the icing that was there.

As she pulled away she kept her eyes locked with yours, licking the icing off her thumb and smiling to herself at your reaction. You couldn't help the blush that creeped up the back of your neck to the tips of your ears.

Having finished decorating her cookies, Alessia shielded her finished product from your view. She thanked the old lady when she came round with some boxes to put them in and you both put them in separate containers.

You put the aprons back where you found them, washing the four off your faces as well, before putting your coats back on, and leaving the little shop.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the street, turning a few corners and making your way into a park. You and Alessia talked about anything and everything before you found a bench overlooking a lake. 

Placing your boxes beside one another, Alessia rested her head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath in and sighing contentedly as you wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer into you.

“Do you want a cookie?” you asked quietly, trying not to disturb the tranquillity between you both. 

“Yes please,” Alessia said, lifting her head from your shoulder.

Turning to your side, you opened your box, pulling out a cookie and handing it to Alessia. Taking it from your hands, she chuckled as she read the writing on it.

“Do you like it?” you questioned, looking down at the cookie which read, ‘be my baby’.

“I’m already your baby,” Alessia smiled, taking a bite, closing her eyes and humming at the taste.

“Forever?” you said a little nervously, holding out another cookie which read, ‘marry me?’

“A-are you serious?” Alessia mumbled, eyes wide open in complete shock.

“You’re it for me, Russo. There's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with,” you nodded, placing Alessia’s cookies back in the box and taking a hold of her hands. “I don't know how you do it, but every day I fall more and more in love with you. You’re continuously pulling me in, so much so, that if you leave me I'd simply break. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you.”

“I -” Alessia sniffled, struggling to find the words as she looked into your eyes, tears flowing down her face. “I love you so much.”

“It’s always you, Less. Always has been and always will be. You’re my person. You’re my home.” you said, tears of your own forming in your eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, you stood up from the bench pulling Alessia up with you. She watched you carefully as you reached into your pocket and pulled out a small black box. With her hands shaking and breathing ragged, her heart pounded as she watched you get down on one knee in front of her.

“Alessia Mia Teresa Russo,” you started, opening the box to reveal a glittering ring inside. “Will you marry me?”

Unable to form a coherent sentence, Alessia nodded through her tears and choked out a ‘yes’. 

Getting up from the floor, you took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Alessia’s finger. Alessia practically threw herself into your arms, smashing her lips against yours in a kiss full of love and passion. 

You both reluctantly pulled away, looking into each other's eyes. The two of you reciprocating one anothers smiles. 

“I can’t wait to call you my wife,” you mumbled, placing delicate kisses on Alessia’s lips.

“Me neither,” Alessia smiled, pulling you back into a kiss. 

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

A Song of heart and blood - part five | Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader

Summary: After an horrible prophetical dream, you find yourself traveling through time to try and save your sister, Daenerys, from her fatal ascension to the Iron Throne. During your mission, your heart derives you from your duty and you fall in love with your ancestor

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: After a long wait, the fifth part is finally there! I hope you didn't forget about this story... In case you did, please give it a re-read. The last two parts will follow soon (for real)

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Was there a day when Daemon Targaryen wasn’t plotting and scheming? When he wasn’t trying to secure his succession to the Iron Throne, he was coming up with war strategies or helping his great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter change the future of an entire dynasty.  

He didn’t understand the magical side of your story, how exactly you had traversed through the stones, but he believed you.

As the sky gradually darkened, you shared with him the future you knew — the dance. The demise of King Viserys, the crowning of the usurper, the Velaryons’ betrayal to Rhaenyra, plunge culminating in Daemon's final breath, Rhaenyra’s barbarous death, and more. 

Daemon wished he had brought a strong alcohol of some sort. Your tales were very difficult to hear at times. 

‘’We have to stop this war from happening, Daemon.’’ 

The prince nodded, his gaze fixed on the flames dancing in the stone fireplace before you. ‘’How do you suggest we do so? You suppressed the wrongly-crowned king before he could be born, but no moon tea will stop Alicent from birthing another babe. My brother is determined to have a son, and he'll persist until one is born to his young bride.’’ 

Being wedded to a king so young and with such a considerable age difference must not be pleasant for her. She wears a crown and owns beautiful dresses, but she was forced into a role she never desired all because her father aimed to have his blood on the Iron Throne. You almost felt bad for Alicent, but you couldn’t erase the horrible things she did — the things she will do. 

A reflection struck you. ‘’The king declared Rhaenyra his heir, but if you were to marry and have a babe of pure Targaryen blood, would the king be willing to reconsider your succession to the throne? His and Alicent’s children will never be pure Targaryen blood, yours could.’’

Daemon turned his head toward you, raising an eyebrow. ‘’Are you suggesting we marry?’’

Air got caught in your throat, causing you to choke. ‘’No! No, I…I was thinking of the princess. She is young, but—’’ 

‘’Marrying my niece has been on my mind in the past, but I’ve grown out of that idea. But you, you are of pure blood. Born from another time, but you carry the blood of the dragon.’’

Shaking your head, you stood. ‘’I cannot marry you, Daemon.’’ 

‘’You said you were in great danger from the hands of Otto Hightower. Marriage would ensure your safety.’’

You shook your head again, laughing at the insane words that left the prince’s mouth. ‘’You’ve lost your mind.’’  

Dameon suddenly looked serious, any ounce of humor wholly erased from his earlier easygoing features. ‘’You are my blood, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.’’ He combed a hand through your hair, pulling your face away and forcing you to look at him. ‘’You’re safe with me. I swear it.’’

Every bone of your body believed him. If you hadn’t felt safe in his presence, you would never have revealed him your secret. You would never have come to him for help.

You closed your eyes, drinking in the feeling of his touch. ‘’But I can’t stay forever,’’ you said, reopening your eyes. ‘’I’ve played enough with the future; a marriage would have significant repercussions.’’ 

Daemon’s finger ghosted across your cheekbone, sliding downwards until it settled on the corner of your mouth, gently caressing your pout with the rough pad of his finger. His eyes were contemplative, thoughtful. Gradually, his touch gently lowered, your decollete now the point of his focus. His index finger ran a smooth ring around the chain at your neck, a ghost of a perplexed frown forming on his face.

‘’I don’t care.’’ 

‘’Birthing an heir myself will change the whole lineage, Daemon. By doing this, my sister and I may not exist in the future.’’

‘’You said yourself that you were from my lineage—’’

‘’Your and Rhaenyra’s lineage,’’ you corrected. Was he not listening to what you were saying? ‘’If you don’t marry her, your children won’t be born and therefore I cannot exist.’’ 

Your eyebrows furrowed as a question echoed in your head. If you disrupt too much of time, will you vanish? Unfortunately, there was no way of finding the answer to your question. Not many had dangled with time-traveling, let alone written about it.

‘’How long do we have?’’ Daemon asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

‘’I don’t know,’’ you said truthfully, lowering your eyes to the stone floor. 

Daemon lifted your chin, tipping your head up to look at him. ‘’Let’s not waste time, then.’’ He closed the space between you, his lips molding perfectly with yours. 

You angled your head to deepen the kiss, not realizing how much you missed the taste of him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, nimble fingers burying in his silver hair as he pulled you against him, his clothed body flush against yours. 

Then, you were suddenly reminded of Rhea Royce. ‘’Don't you already have a wife?’’

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All Daemon had said before leaving on Caraxes was that he had a business to take care of. Assuming it had to do with his wife being in the way of your marriage, you didn’t ask questions. You wouldn’t like the answers. 

He could have it dissolved by the king. His marriage with Rhea Royce had never been consummated, which would leave her honor intact. But Daemon had mentioned Runestone. Hopefully he’ll spare the woman’s life, you didn’t want to indirectly have blood on your hands.

To put your thoughts to rest, you busied yourself exploring the castle. The corridors echoed with the history of your house, each step revealing a new layer of the past. 

Eventually, you stumbled upon one of the bedchambers, situated atop of the castle. Pushing open the heavy door, you stepped into the large chamber. Like the rest of the castle, the walls adorned large dragons crafted into stone. You ran your hand over the stone, smiling. 

Dany would love this.

Curtains were draped above the large windows, a bright red shade — Targaryen red. It made the room more elegant and matched with the couch cushions. How nice must it be to sit there and look at the sunset.

Lastly, your eyes found the bed. It was smaller than the bed you shared with Daemon and the velvet bedding was slightly dusty from not having been used in a while. You laid on it regardless, tired from all your travels.

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The hour was late when Daemon returned to Dragonstone, the moon casting a silver glow over the island. He should have gone to bed — with you —, but the weight of his responsibilities pressed upon him. There was no rest for the prince tonight. 

In the dim light of the candlelit room, he sat at a desk and wrote a message to a Septon he trusted would keep his tongue, arranging for the discreet ceremony that would bind you and him in the morrow. It had to be done rapidly and in the most secrecy. 

When the devastating news of Rhea Royce’s passing would inevitably travel across the realm, he knew that as her husband, the first suspect would be him. Their marriage was purely political. His dislike for the Lady of Vale wasn’t a secret. But if whispers of Daemon’s wedding to you were to reach the people’s ears, it would strengthen their suspicion that Daemon had something to do with it.

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You had never seen a traditional Valerian marriage before. You had only read about it in books. The entire ritual involved blood to keep with the Targaryen legacy of being wed by blood and fire. 

A breeze coming from the bay blew over the hill, causing your silver waves to dance in the foggy air. You had removed most of your braids for the ceremony, letting your hair cascade down your back. Atop your head sat a traditional piece of Valerian headgear, given to you by Daemon. You assumed it was old, so you treated it with the utmost care. 

The Septon stood between you and Daemon, your vibrant marital robes contrasting with his dark clothes. ‘’We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever. In the sight of the Seven, I, hereby, seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words: Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger…I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.’’ 

Although this marriage won’t last forever, you wished Dany was present for the ceremony. When you were little, you and her would fantasize about getting married and the beautiful dress you’d be wearing on your big day — and the lucky man who you would wed to. 

‘’Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger…I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,’’ Daemon repeated, his violet eyes looking into yours. He was so beautiful. 

The Septon turned to you, silently telling you it was your turn. 

‘’I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,’’ Daemon continued.

You repeated the words, then, using a dragonglass blade, Daemon cut the middle of your bottom lip. He took blood that was drawn from the blade and smeared it on your forehead. You mirrored his action, smearing his blood on his forehead. The ritual felt witchcraft-y, but whispers had it that your Valyrian ancestors used magic to build this very castle. 

You handed back the dagger and, in turn, Daemon cut a line in his palm. You followed suit, hissing as you drew a matching cut on your own skin. Blood trickled from the fresh cut before clasping your hands together, letting your and Daemon’s blood mix together. 

‘’Blood of two, joined as one,’’ the Septon said, placing a ribbon with a traditional pattern and tying it over your joined hands as blood dripped from your injuries and to the ground. ‘’Ghostly flame and song of shadows. Two hearts as embers, forged in fourteen fires. A future promised in glass, the stars stand witness. The vow spoken through time, of darkness and light.”

A chalice brimming with wine was passed to you, and you sipped from it before passing it to your soon-to-be husband. Even standing there, you almost couldn’t believe you were marrying this beautiful man. 

Daemon leaned down, pressing his cold lips against your own. You could taste blood through the kiss, unpleasing and metallic, but you ignored it and kissed him harder. 

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[st-danger]

hi st im new here but ur writing is amazing and hurts my dick alot and i was wondring if u coulld write smth with free use if ur comfy 🤭🤭🤭 ty ur amazing

Mind the content, perverts.

Swiss is just starting to nod off, drifting into sleep in his dark, pleasantly cool room under a thick comforter when he hears his doorknob turn and click. Creak of the hinge that follows has him cracking open a single gold eye to see the silhouette of a ghoul who's body language looks sheepish, even in outline.

"Hey," Aeon says, telling on himself instantly with the breathy quality of his voice. He steps in and shuts the door behind him, and Swiss gropes for the light on his nightstand. He blinks against the sudden flood of light while his pupils constrict and the full picture comes into view: Aeon's wearing a thin cotton shirt, socks, and flannel pants- tented. Obviously hard. Pink cresting his cheekbones, unruly hair looking even more unkempt for how he must have been running restless hands through it. For something so vulgar, he looks so innocent. Swiss yawns and nods, sleepy.

"Yeah," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. "Go on."

Aeon almost trips over himself, stumbling into his bed.

"Thanks," he says, and Swiss can't help the small smile; how is he supposed to find that anything other than endearingly awkward? The idea of feeling anything but fondness towards the newest summon and his neediness seems insane, though he will admit to a grumble of protest while Aeon jostles the bed climbing in, pushing the blankets away from him and he's exposed to the cooler ambient air. He doesn't bother to move- stays on his side, an arm tucked under the pillow, face half-smushed against it. Doesn't even try to pull his boxers down. If Aeon wants it, well, they've agreed that's his job.

"Need it again, huh?" Swiss says, eyes drifting closed once more. He's just so sleepy. He'll fuck him tomorrow, of course, but for now Aeon is welcome to do as he pleases and Swiss will put forth no effort. Honestly, depending on how furiously Aeon's going to rut against him, he might even end up falling asleep anyway. He hears the rustle of flannel, and then feels trembling hands begin to work the waistband of his boxers down, pulling them lower until they're bunched against his thighs, exposing the cleft of his ass. He does shift to help with this part. He's a gentleman, after all. Ask anybody.

"Uh huh." Aeon's voice is as unsteady as his hands, and it takes Swiss's deep well of maturity to only chuckle a little at the tone. At how horny and out of control and worked up the little critter is. Not from anything, just the weird thrill of a new body and new sensations. Can't help himself right now. Can't stop himself from getting stiffies. Can't keep from getting all excited all the time. He's like a naughty little puppy at the moment, and nobody, Swiss included, would ever dream of dampening his enthusiasm. The press of a warm body against his back, the feeling of him hard and blood-hot against his ass is delightful even through his tiredness. "Just- hard again," Aeon breathes into the nape of his neck. "Gotta cum," he says, quieter. Bashful.

He's not sure exactly what he expected right now. Aeon's done everything from jerk off onto him, to rub off on his boot. Fuck his thighs, maybe- that's what Swiss would have guessed for right now, but Aeon seems to know Swiss wouldn't be getting up to grab any lube for that, and there's no way Aeon has the modicum of self control needed in order to tear himself away long enough to snatch it from the bathroom counter himself. It would seem, however, that Aeon's so desperate he's just going to...hump him. Like he'd done to Cumulus the day before while she read, straddling her chest so he could press his straining, red cock against her still clothed tits and rock back and forth until he finished on her just like that. She's a real sweetheart, Swiss thinks. Let him collapse on top of her after. Stroked his hair and asked if he felt better while she finished the chapter.

Swiss can't help but yawn again as Aeon's hands settle on his shoulders and he begins to thrust against him stupidly. Oh, he'll be trouble for them all when he hits his first heat, and the collective agreement is that nobody is about to tell him what that is just yet. It'll either be the same or it'll be worse (and better), but a team effort undoubtedly. Aeon's movements shift him, rocking him back and forth.

"Needed it so bad," Aeon huffs, right in his ear. "Woke up hard." It sends a pleasant shiver down Swiss's spine, but that's as much as he can give right now. Tomorrow, for sure. Not now. The slide of his cock against him is delicious, though, no denying it. "Hard for you."

"I can tell," Swiss says, nestling into his pillow further, eyes drifting shut. "Really hard, aren't you?"

"So hard," Aeon almost wheezes, curling in closer to him, hands holding ever tighter while things turn ever more frantic. "Can't help it." He lets out a nervous wisp of a laugh. "I really- can't." Aeon draws his leg up, rests his leg on top of Swiss's so he can really get some leverage now. "So hot, Swiss, you're so hot. Oh- I don't think I'm gonna last," Aeon moans.

"Take your time," Swiss says around another yawn. "Clean me up when you're done."

#st-speaks #cw: free use #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #nameless ghouls

[actual-changeling]

i thought about the end scene of 'beyond the sea' too many times and this is the result. mulder is so soft with her for the entirety of the episode, and it drives me insane.

first ficlet i've ever written for these two, so hopefully i got their voices right.

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Mulder's hand against her arm is warm and comfortably heavy, a tether keeping her close enough to the ground to not drift away like she's been prone to do for the last few days. When her eyes flutter shut on their own accord, Scully doesn't fight it, all too aware of the hours of sleep she hasn't been getting.

Between fragmented nightmares about her father and the feeling of blood under her fingernails—Mulder's, dried and darkened no matter how hard she scrubbed—the last time she got more than twenty minutes at a time was before she saw her father's ghost in the flickering television light. The regular beeping of the machines echoing through the hospital room calms her somewhat; they're familiar sounds, no matter how far from medical school she might have ended up.

"Maybe you should head home, get some rest," Mulder suggests softly after an extended period of amicable silence, slightly squeezing her shoulder before reclaiming his hand. Her fingers twitch against the sheets as she fights the urge to chase after him, her body suddenly oddly cold. When she opens her eyes again, she catches him staring at her with concern clouding his gaze.

"I'm fine." 

It's a reflexive answer, a lie she keeps telling even though they are both aware she's everything but.

"I know," he replies, smoothing his palm down her arm until he can gently take her hand, and the chill disappears as quickly as it has arrived. "The last couple of days have just been a lot, and you deserve a break."

The noise is out of her mouth before she can stop it—something between a dismissal and a sob, tinged with bone-deep exhaustion. Even if she were to go back to an apartment full of Christmas decorations and unwanted quietude, she wouldn't be able to get any rest at all; not with guilt sitting on the bottom of her lungs and fear poisoning her breaths.

Scully tightens her grasp on his hand and turns to watch his heartbeat weave its way across the monitor. Alive, it whispers, over and over and over. 

Alivealivealive, and no thanks to her. 

She thought about it a few times, only when the darkness seemed entirely ubiquitous and the sleep deprivation spun webs across her ceiling, if maybe her choice to join the FBI, to go against her father's wishes, to put her life on the line while the distance between them grew—if all the stress she caused him somehow made her responsible for his death. 

No matter what she tries to tell herself, her father will still be dead, and Mulder will still be injured because she allowed him to run off alone despite Bogg's warnings. She had known without wanting to that he was going to get hurt, and yet. Always too little, too late.

"…Dana."

A tug on her arm rips her back out of her mind, and the worry carved deep into Mulder's face tells her that he has been trying to get her attention for longer than she can simply shrug off; she attempts to smile anyway and fails miserably.

"Whatever it is you're blaming yourself for, you're wrong."

"Mulder—"

He releases her hand in favour of cupping her cheek exactly as he had days ago in their office, and she relaxes into it without wanting to, the touch warm and comforting.

"If you don't want to go home, at least close your eyes for a little," he smiles for the two of them, his thumb caressing her cheekbone. Whatever protest she was about to utter dies on her tongue, so she simply nods. Mulder pulls back slightly to invitingly lift his arm, and for once, Scully doesn't even pretend to need time to consider it. 

God, she is beyond tired. 

She toes off her shoes and lies down on the scratchy hospital sheets, conscious of his injury as she carefully fits herself against his side. With her cheek resting on his chest and one palm above his heart, Scully closes her eyes and enjoys the comfort of Mulder holding her like she is doing him a favour. 

His fingers trace slow patterns up and down her back, and when she feels him press his lips to her hair, she inches impossibly closer in silent thanks.

The day bleeds from her limbs, and little by little, the tension in her aching muscles dissipates until only exhaustion and a familiar sense of safety remain. For the very first time since waking to see her father's ghost in her living room, sleep comes easily and remains completely dreamless. 

Mulder keeps her wrapped in his embrace and rests easier than he has in years.

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[4riadne]

MEET-CUTE nanami kento x fem!reader

summary: you meet nanami at a cafe - thankfully for you, your friend isn't going to let him pass you by. word count: 815

a/n: wrote this six months ago, forgot it existed <3

You’re in a cafe when it happens; sitting by the window, close to the counter, listening idly as your friend chatters away. You’ve got your favourite drink in front of you, half-finished as you idly swirl circles in the drink. The door chimes, and in walks a customer who, in your humble opinion, just so happens to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He’s perfect; you’re talking tall, chiselled cheekbones, intense expression, and a vaguely exhausted look about him. His blonde hair is meticulously styled. “I think I just saw my soulmate.”

“What?” Your friend's head swerves. You can see the second she notices the man you just saw, because the next words out of their mouth are, “oh, wow. Smash.”

You both giggle, embarrassing juvenile. For a moment, you feel like you’re twelve years old again, giggling over crushes and shushing your friend’s so as to not wake up your parents. You sink in your seat, attempting to hold onto some of your dignity as both of you try to subtly catch another glimpse of the man.

“You have to say something,” your friend whisper-shouts. You respond most maturely with a violent shake of your head, catching another glimpse of him–lucky enough, he hasn’t caught onto the fact you were both ogling him. 

“Are you crazy?” The man turns your way, and you resist the urge to duck in your seat. Instead, you take a long sip of your drink. Your friend, the absolute traitor, waves at him. Before you can sink into embarrassment, his eyes flick up, and he offers a nod. A soft incline to his head.

“Damn, he’s hot.”

You hiss your friend’s name. “Why did you do that?”

“Because you clearly weren’t going to.” Previous conversation completely forgotten, your friend kicks your leg under the table. “Go talk to him.”

“What if he thinks I’m weird? I don’t know.”

“Like he ever could. Just smile and he’s yours.” They push your chair back slightly, making you grip at the table in surprise. “Besides, if things get weird I’ll come over.”

“And how would you know if things got weird?”

“Uh, we’re girls. It’s obvious.” They kick your chair again, brows furrowing into a glare. “Go get him, girl. And get me another slice while you’re at it, please.”

“I hate you.” You rise out of her seat, brushing down your pants. “What do I even say?”

“It’ll come to you!” I hope you die, you think, legs feeling like jelly as you force your way towards the counter.

You tap his shoulder, finger trembling against the fabric. He turns towards you the second your finger brushes him, and your hand is left there awkwardly hovering as you stare up at him. You’d thought, upon noticing him, that he was a few years older; upon closer inspection, he’s just plagued by the daily struggle of corporate life. It’s doing horrors to his skin. 

“Can I help you?”

For a moment all the air feels like it’s being sucked out of the room, and you debate just making a break for it. “Um, hi.”

“Hello.”

“Sorry, I was just, uh–” You wince, “do you come here often? I haven’t really seen you around here before.”

“No.” He says, and he turns so he’s facing you, attention fully on you. You do your best to keep your hands still. When you don't make a move to say something else, he continues. “The cafe I used to go to raised their prices too high.”

“Oh, that sucks.” You offer him a sympathetic smile. “Coffee prices here are insane, huh? It was so startling when I moved here.”

“When did you move here?”

You tell him the date, a hopeless smile crossing your lips. Okay, okay, this is going well–small talk is always a good place to start, right? “What about you? Have you lived here long?”

“I have. I haven’t had the chance to go elsewhere.” 

“Oh, do you not travel much?” 

“I do, when work allows it.”

“I get that.” You do not, in fact, get that. “Well, hopefully you get the chance soon. What do you do for work?”

“I’m a stockbroker.” Just about the most boring job known to man, but that’s okay. You can work with that. At least he’s been willing to talk with you this far–baby steps? “What about you?” You answer him. This is going startlingly close to a game of 20 questions, and you really don't feel like you’re getting anywhere. You take a deep breath. “So, uh–” your mind blanks, “--right! I can’t believe I forgot to introduce myself. It’s nice to meet you.” You give him your name. Now, you might be over analysing things, but you think his expression gets the slightest bit friendlier, so you must be doing something right.

“I’m Nanami Kento. It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”

#jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami x reader #kento x reader #by luca

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck • Part 4

Misterwives

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: Your nephew Benji overhears a conversation. Not liking what he's hearing, he takes matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 3.9k

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five

A/N: Sheeeeeesh. This one's longer than the other parts. Take this as my Happy New Years! treat I guess haha. Pt 1 just passed 4k notes and my mind is absolutely blown.

Everybody thank @kilikina34512 for our latest Benji hijinx 😏 Enjoy! and thanks again for all the love 🫶🥰

Bucky joined both of you at "The Screamery" that following day. A themed ice cream shop you and Benji both love that is decked out in classic horror movies.

Benji ate what seemed like his weight in ice cream. You caved and bought him a banana split sundae which Dracula dropped off at your table in a sundae boat the size of Benji's head. Strawberry syrup was drizzled on top to look like blood and a fake candy eyeball took the place of the cherry on top. You knew it would be too much for him to eat all of it, but figured you can always bring the leftovers home.

Benji pointed out all the memorabilia around to Bucky, filling him in on both his personal favorites and yours.

After arriving back at the house, Bucky stuck around for a cup of coffee and this was the point where you royally fucked up.

It's now a few days after, reaching midweek.

"We've decided we're just going to be friends," you explained to Nora as you sat on your bed.

"What?? Why? Was this his decision or yours?" Nora stood in front of you with her hands on her hips.

"Well, both..? I think…"

"You think??"

"He didn't disagree."

"Y/N! Of course he didn't disagree if you decided you didn't want to be with him."

"It's not that I don't want to be with him. I do really like him. He has been nothing but super sweet and kind with our insanity."

"Yeah, it's always a real bummer when a super hot guy brings you flowers and enjoys hanging out with you and your family," Nora rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, I get it. I'm an idiot, okay?"

"Why are you self-destructing? I've seen the smile he gives you, are you kidding me? Smitten. Same goes for you."

"I don't know! I panicked. Holidays are coming up soon. I didn't want to drag him into more nonsense than we already have. We've probably been way over the top and too much for him to want to deal with. We practically kidnapped the guy over the weekend," you ramble on, "Plus what you said with the whole super hot thing. Like come on, how are those cheekbones and that jawline-"

"The eyes."

"The eyes! How is he even real? It's ridiculous."

"No, you're ridiculous. Please explain how the conversation happened, did he tell you this was too much?"

"Well, no…not exactly. We were just talking and my brain kind of went into this red alert mode and I started rambling like an idiot about how nice it has been hanging out and I vaguely remember saying something along the lines that we make a great couple of friends."

"Couple of friends?! Are you for real right now? Did you hit your head and not tell us? What the hell is wrong with you!"

"UGH!" you shout while slamming a pillow over your face.

Benji overhears the conversation from the hallway and shakes his head. Making sure both his mom and aunt were distracted with their conversation he grabs his hat and gloves, putting them on and then grabbing his jacket and tossing that on as well.

He does one more look back when he gets to the front door and quietly makes his way out, closing the door at a glacial speed so no noise would be detected.

Bucky was seated next to Sam at a local bar, beer in hand. Bucky explains what happened last with Y/n.

"I don't blame her for not being interested in me."

"C'mon man, that can't be it. You couldn't shut up about the great time you had bowling with her and how awesome her family and friends were. I was expecting a wedding invitation in the mail by now."

"Now you sound like the small one."

"Love that kid. He really is something else. I hope there's a video out there of him asking you to marry Y/n at that event. That was the best thing I've seen in years. Oh! Maybe I should give him my address so he knows where to mail my invitation," he grins, "We could also play the clip at your wedding."

Bucky glares over at him.

"Who am I kidding, your glare is right. He probably already knows my address. Y'think the kids gonna take this news of you just being friends well?" Sam asks.

Bucky's phone buzzes in his pocket. Pulling it out the screen lights up alerting a new call, listing an incoming call from NYPD.

What could the NYPD want? "Um, I'll be right back, I'm just gonna go-" he holds the phone up slightly and points towards the exit.

He answers as he walks to a quieter area, "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Sergeant Barnes?"

"Yes, is there something I can help with…?"

"We have a Benjamin Barnes here, he was found at Chestnut Park when he approached one of our officers. He said he got separated in a crowd and asked us to call you. Is this your nephew?"

"Yup," Bucky sighs, "That's my nephew, alright. Is his mom or aunt not with him?"

"No, sir. We checked the surrounding area but he wasn't able to spot them. Your phone number was the only one he could remember. Are you nearby to come collect him, or do you have an address we can bring him to? He wasn't sure what his address was either."

How convenient he didn't know his address or mom's phone number, but could probably rattle off all 50 states with their capitals if you asked him.

"I can come and get him."

"Officer Mills is with him now, they are near the east entrance of the park."

"Thanks." Bucky shook his head as he disconnected the call. Walking back over to the bar quickly to close his tab, "I gotta go," he tells Sam as he places cash on the bar.

"What's up? You need some help?"

"Small ones at it again, he must have heard something. Just got a call that my nephew, Benjamin Barnes, is at the park right now. He conveniently got separated from his mom and my phone number was the only one he knows," he answers with a knowing look.

"This kid deserves an award. Please can I come? I'm begging. I need to see this for myself."

"No." Bucky rolls his eyes, starting to walk out without another word. He holds his arm up to flag a cab.

Sam quickly tosses his own cash down and grabs his jacket, running to catch up with the super soldier.

"Are you going to call Y/n?" Sam asks as he finishes adjusting his jacket after he finally catches up.

"No, Sam. I thought I'd collect the kid and take him in as my own," he answers sarcastically, opening the door to the cab as it stopped in front of him.

"Well, he would probably be an excellent member of the team."

"We are not a team."

"Whatever you say, blue steel," Sam quickly opens the other side and slips in.

Once they're close enough Bucky spots Benji next to a hot dog vendor, chatting with the officer. Benji looks over and spots the two approaching through the crowd.

"Uncle Bucky!" He grins, looking over at the officer that was waiting with him, "My uncle is here, Officer Mills," he announces while pointing over at Bucky.

"Sorry for any trouble this might have caused. Thanks for having someone call and waiting with him," Bucky shakes the officer's hand.

"No problem, Sergeant Barnes. Glad to help. I was surprised when he said you were his uncle. Maybe you guys should start workin' on teachin' this guy his address and stickin' with his guardians in a crowd," Officer Mills instructs, looking down at Benji at the last part.

"Absolutely, I'm certain his parents will have a lot to say," Bucky answers, also giving Benji a pointed look.

After the officer walks away wishing them a good evening Bucky pulls out his phone.

"Alright, nephew, where is your mom?"

"She's at home…"

"And why are you not at home with her?"

"I thought it was a nice day for a walk…"

"Uh huh. Does she know you're out for a casual stroll on your own right now?"

"...Not so much…"

Bucky shakes his head and starts to open the contacts in his phone.

"Does anyone know you're out here?"

It was Benji's turn to shake his head.

Sam sits down against the ledge of the wall next to Benji. "You can't be out here walking by yourself, little man."

Bucky goes to tap on your contact, his eyebrow raising when he notices your name now seems to be under "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" with a photo of you laughing while eating ice cream he doesn't recall taking. He looks up at Benji with an eyebrow still raised.

Holding the phone up to his ear, it rings a few times before going to voicemail.

Bucky glares at the phone. He's about to start a text when the phone starts buzzing, "Future Y/n Barnes 💌" pops up on the screen with the ice cream shop photo on full display now.

"Hello, Y/n."

"Hey, Bucky…Sorry I just missed your call. What's up?"

"Do you happen to know where Benji is at the moment?"

"He's been in his room for a while, why do you ask?"

"You sure about that?" He questions while looking over at the roughly 4'2" boy in front of him that is currently in an animated conversation with Sam.

"Well, I was until you asked me that…his room has been blasting Party Rock Anthem for maybe half an hour now, but as far as I know he was in th-" Bucky hears loud music suddenly playing from your end and Y/n mutters a Benjamin under her breath, "Please tell me you have him."

"Well, not sure if he's achieved a cloning system, but I certainly have a close look-alike standing in front of me right now."

"That little punk... I'm so sorry, Bucky. Where are you? I'll come get him," he can hear you starting to rush around as the music shuts off.

"We can come to you, we're not far. We should be there in a few minutes."

"Thank you so much, Bucky. I really really appreciate it. I should probably go tell Nora her spawn escaped. Damnit, she's going to flip her lid… I'll see you soon."

"Tell her he's fine. Sam is with us too, we'll see you soon."

Bucky hangs up and joins the pair, "Alright, pal. We're dropping you back home. Your Aunt Y/n is expecting us now, and she's telling your mom about your Houdini act."

Benji's shoulders slump, "Do we have to?"

"Well, you kind of live there, and you're 8 years old. You can't be walking around by yourself. Especially without telling anyone. It's too dangerous out here by yourself, bud."

"I know, but I really needed to talk to you."

"What was so important you had to pull this stunt? You know my phone number," Bucky fixes another look at him while crossing his arms which sparks a small giggle from the boy.

"My tablet was charging and I didn't have a phone available.. I heard Aunt Y/n talking to my mom," he starts to explain looking ahead of them as they start their walk back.

"Okay?"

"Please don't give up on, Aunt Y/n."

"Not sure what you heard, pal? But we're still friends?"

"Friends is so lame! She didn't mean it. She said she panicked, but she really likes you. Even mentioned how um, handsome you were," he adjusts his answer with a side eye, "Also, she was worried we were too much for you. You don't think we're too much, do you?" He looks up at Bucky with a pout fully engaged.

"Well, Benjamin Barnes," he jokes, "I can't say you've been flying low under the radar here, pal. You certainly know how to make a statement," he ruffles his hair and puts his arm around his shoulders as they continue their walk.

Sam laughs and offers a fist bump to Benji.

Bucky continues, "But no, I wouldn't say you've all been too much. Just an adjustment. A nice one," he adds.

"You've managed to make robo-buck over here smile more than I've seen since I've known him," Sam comments. "Did you know when I met him, he ripped the steering wheel right out my car from my hands? Punched right through the windshield," Sam makes hand gestures to go along with the story. He and Bucky both glare at each other, Sam's has a smirk to his however.

"Whoa!" Benji shouts, "Can we try that with the car over there?! I wanna see!!"

Bucky huffs and pulls Benji along.

"Ignore everything Samuel says. Pretend he's not even here. I know I certainly do," Bucky mutters at the end.

"I was talking to.." Benji pauses, "Prudence.. about reincarnation. She says you knew Y/n in another life, but you never got together in that life, so your hearts are like puzzles with missing pieces and when you get together the puzzle will be complete. I know this because I'm younger and pure, so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."

"Wait, puzzles, cosmic forces… Why does that sound familiar?" Sam asks, squinting ahead in thought.

"BENJAMIN DAVID RUSSELL!"

"Dang, full government name. Nice knowing you kid," Sam lets out a low whistle.

They were still about 5 houses back, the front steps to their destination visible up ahead. Nora stood outside their doorway with her arms crossed.

"Get your scrawny butt in here, right now!" Nora points to the door.

"Farewell fellas, it was nice knowin' ya," Benji sends a salute and a wave to the pair as he slowly walks the rest of the way ahead of them.

"Inside, let's go," Nora instructs, "Straight to your room. You'll notice your speakers are no longer in there and the door is left open, keep it that way."

"But mom!"

"Nope, I don't want to hear it right now. Inside, move it."

Benji disappears inside and up the stairs.

"Thank you so much for bringing him home," Nora greets Bucky with a tight hug.

"Hi, I'm Nora," she introduces herself to Sam, "Thank you so much, truly I appreciate it," she pulls Sam into a hug as well.

"Great meeting you, big fan of your kid. Probably not what you want to hear right now though."

"Ha. Yeah, never a dull moment around here. Please come in and join us for dinner. We have some lasagna that's about to come out of the oven. It's the absolute least I can do to thank you both. You can fill me in on what scheme he pulled this time."

"Oh, we wouldn'–"

Sam cuts Bucky off, "We would love to!" He slaps Bucky on the back and then gives him a slight shove forward towards the doorway.

Y/n hears more voices and walks into the living room from the kitchen to join them as they file in through the front door. Following the same steps Nora had done previously, you greet Bucky and Sam with a hug while thanking them.

"Food should be ready in about 10 minutes. You guys wanna grab a seat in the kitchen? I'll grab some drinks. Theo should be here any second, you can fill us in on the latest shenanigan," Nora sighs walking over towards the fridge.

"I need more stories on this kid. Has he always been like this? I'm a little offended he didn't ask me to be his uncle," Sam jokes following Nora into the kitchen.

Bucky looks over at you.

"Hi…" you offer a small wave.

"Hi," he smirks back.

"Should I be worried about what has come out of his mouth this time?"

His smirk stays as he places a quick kiss to your cheek and walks into the kitchen without further comment.

Your eyes widen, "Wait, where are you going?? Bucky! What did he say??"

The adults all sat at the kitchen table.

Theo arrived home right as Bucky started his explanation of getting a call from the NYPD to collect his nephew.

"I spoke to him quickly before I went to talk to Y/n earlier. I should have known something was up after the 5th Party Rock loop. It just kept going. I assumed he was working on a dance routine or something," Nora looked over to Theo.

"Never trust Party Rock Anthem," Theo shook his head solemnly.

"Party Rock was not in the house tonight," she answers with a deadpan tone.

"Everybody just wants a good time," Theo continues while standing up, "but he's definitely gon' make us lose our minds.."

"We just wanna see you - shake that," Nora points over at him.

"Ev'ry day I'm shuff-shufflin'." Theo dances over to the staircase, "Prisoner number 6-2-4, your gruel is ready!" He shouts up the stairway.

Benji speeds his way down, "Hiya Dad, how was your day? You're looking great today. New shirt?"

"Wow, only butt-kissing level 5? You've done better than that. Let's go, menace." He walks back into the kitchen

"It's wild here and I love it. Hey Buck, we could be brother-husbands! …Misterwives? Co-husbands??" Bucky glares at him, "We can workshop it later," Sam sends him a wink with a nudge.

Nora laughs while your cheeks heat up across from them.

"Can I show Bucky something upstairs?" Benji asks as everyone cleans up from dinner.

"In your room?" Nora asks, suspicious of more shenanigans.

"Uh, yeah…? Please! It'll be quick."

Benji grabs Bucky's hand and leads him up the stairs.

"This is my room," he points towards the open doorway leading to his room as they walk by, "but this is what I wanted to show you," he opens a door at the end of the hallway that leads to another set of stairs going up to the attic space.

"Ta-daaa!" Benji flips the switch at the top of the stairs, turning on the soft string lights set up around the room. A blanket fort with lights was set up surrounding the large plush sofa, various pillows and piles of soft and fluffy blankets scattered along both the sofa and the floor in front of it. Fake candles and lanterns dotted around the area. A large stack of movies rests on the floor next to an empty bowl labeled "popcorn" and a dusty bottle of wine.

A large projector screen was set up across from the sofa fort with lights also surrounding it, and in the middle was a projector on top of a tripod facing the screen.

"This is our movie hang out room. I made some additions to it. You and Aunt Y/n should have a movie night!" He grins up at the stunned brunette.

"Pal, this is… wow.. This is a really cool setup you have here..."

Two sets of footsteps joining them can be heard, "Benjamin if I come up here and you have Bucky locked up or something, I swear- whoa," you stop short and look around, "What's all this??"

"A movie night for you and Bucky!" Benji bounces up and down, arms out wide.

"What the shiiii-zz," Sam corrects himself in present company, "This is incredible. Now I'm really doubling down on misterwives. Does that popcorn machine over in the corner work??"

After a heavy back and forth debate, Benji somehow convinced Bucky to stay for a movie and Sam to come back another night for the next family movie marathon.

Benji had grabbed Sam's sleeve and tugged him to follow back downstairs.

"Will you sign my Captain America car Bucky got me? What's your favorite kind of car? Do you have a car or do you just use your wings? Can I see redwing next time??"

"Good luck, Sam!" You called down to him.

"Night lovebirds!"

You look over at Bucky, "I'm sorry for self-destructing the other night… I didn't want to overload you. There's been a lot of schemes by an 8 year old going on," you motion around you.

"Well, friend," he gives you a cheeky look, "with how hard Benji has been working on his schemes, your avoidance skills have been understandable. I don't blame you for not wanting to be with some well past his time grump like me that has a questionable history an-"

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted you to have your own choice in all of this. I know how persuasive that little punk can be. I feel bad we've essentially kidnapped you multiple times now."

"Not exactly kidnapping if I've been willingly showing up. I'll let you in on a secret though. When we walked out at the start of that event, I noticed both of you before Benji even walked up to ask his question. Benji was fidgeting, tugging at your sleeve and you- and your hair," he chuckles, tugging at a rogue brightly colored curl, "caught my attention almost immediately. Something was already pulling me to both of you before the schemes even began and I'm honored for whatever crazy reason it brought me here."

You hold your pinky up, "Promise you'll tell us if the crazy gets to be too much?"

He hooks his pinky around yours and tugs you in, his lips brushing against yours. You eagerly return his kiss, pushing up on your toes slightly to better reach.

Bucky pulls back and smirks, "Do your worst."

"Don't let him hear you say that," you laugh pulling him back in.

-

You both moved to the sofa as you looked over the stack of movies Benji set aside, "Of course…such a punk."

"What?" Bucky asks, trying to see the titles you were looking at.

"I really should have seen this one coming. There seems to be a theme going on here with his selections for us," you turn the stack towards him.

The Princess Bride,

Arsenic and Old Lace,

The Wedding Singer,

Corpse Bride,

My Big Fat Greek Wedding,

The Proposal,

Just Married,

The Wedding Planner,

27 Dresses,

Bride of Chucky,

and Shrek.

"Arsenic and Old Lace? Is this a wedding movie too?"

"Kind of? It starts with a couple from Brooklyn eloping at city hall. Mostly it's about two older aunts poisoning men and shoving them in their window seat…Fun times. The back says it's from 1944, have you heard of it?"

He shakes his head, "I shipped out in '43."

"Right. Well, one of my favorite lines from it is highly relatable. He goes I probably should have told you this before, but insanity runs in my family…it practically gallops. I should print that on a custom welcome mat for our front door," you laugh.

He holds up Shrek next, "and this one with the green guy…?"

"I actually think you'll enjoy the friendship between Shrek and Donkey in that one. Their banter reminds me of another pair you may know," you give him a side eye glance.

"He's friends with a donkey? What is the green guy supposed to be? He doesn't marry the donkey, right?"

"Yup, we're watching this one. Pass the popcorn bowl, pleease. I'll go fill it." You grin as you kiss his cheek.

(😉🧩❤️ did you catch the reference? ☝️)

If you have any diabolical ideas, my asks are open. If it sparks an idea you just might get lucky to see more 😏

Thanks again for your submission @kilikina34512 🥰

"I’m so in love already with Benji! I could see this boy somehow getting lost at the park and telling a police officer, “Can you call my Uncle instead of my mom? He’s the Winter Soldier!” and having Bucky come get him just to keep from getting in trouble with his mom! 😂"

Next: Part 5 Meddlingpunkitis

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[themotherofhorses]

you are the moon, i am the sun (i will not allow you to forget)

summary: when the battle is done, and you think you have won- don't dance on my grave just yet.

notes: just a small drabble that graced my mind earlier and made me go absolutely insane. lets call it a "what if" but with a twist.

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When Aemond One Eye took command of the Greens from his older, wastrel king brother and retook Harrenhal, he decided on a war trophy of his own, to take home in celebration and remembrance. She had to have been close to his age, mayhap a year younger, as she peered up at him with the loveliest lilac eyes.

A Targaryen bastard, he grinned, as he stared down at the girl huddled amongst the other ladies, clutching tightly the arm of another woman, an older wench with dark hair and green eyes.

The daughter of his nuncle, maybe. She had the same silver crown that tumbled around her shoulders and arms and a cute pout on her lips, though she was quick to tuck her face into the wench’s neck, shying away from the stare. The older woman mumbled something in her ear that Aemond could not hear. He did not care, though. “Have all the Strong men been rounded up in the courtyard?” he asked a nearby knight, who nodded.

“Good. Kill them all.”

And Aemond ignored the women that wept to that, and their many pleas and mercies for their husbands and sons. He stayed eyeing the pretty silver bastard, not minding the glare he was receiving from the woman next to her. He could have her head bashed against the wall if need be. “Who is your father?” He asked the girl. But she did not answer, and the wench stiffened and tightened her hold.

“You’re a bastard; that much is for sure.” He tilted his head. “I’ll ask yet again, who is your father?” he paused before adding, “Daemon Targaryen, my uncle? The gods and everyone else know he fucked every whore found across the realm.”

And when again she did not care to answer him, his patience grew short, and he caught her by the arm, yanking her up from the wench. They both cried out, and the dark-haired woman made an attempt to steal her back, though it was in utter vain, as she was pushed back down with a blade at her throat. Aemond laughed, and brought the girl close to his side.  

“I will not harm you, so let that ease any worries. I plan on taking back home a trophy, so I might remember this day well.” He looked down at her, at her cheekbones and lips and the curve of her nose and the black gown she wore, “-and you’ll make the prettiest one.”

It was decided, then. Aemond would spare this silver bastard’s life, and take her as his wife and bedmate instead. And before he left the room, he glanced down at the dark-haired wench, the woman who glared at him with such fire in her green eyes. “What is your name, woman?”  

“Alys Rivers,” she spit.

“Ah,” Aemond chuckled, “A bastard as well. You look like a Strong too. Perhaps I’m right?” She did not answer him either, and he took her silence as that he was right in that. He nodded, a small hum under his breath. “Let it be known that I carry no love for any of your ilk, trueborn or bastard.” With one last look thrown at the Strong bastard wench, he told the knight, “None of Strong blood is to be spared. I will be back, to make sure they are all dead and buried.”

So with a smile on his lips, and feeling quite content and proud of himself, Aemond One Eye threw his new woman over his shoulder and left Harrenhal. He would take her back to the Keep and wed her there, and not allow her out of his chambers until he was sure his son was seeded deep in her belly. Then he would return, to determine what would be next for Harrenhal.

As he carried his woman away, she lifted her head to meet Alys Rivers’ green eyes, perhaps for the final time.

I love you, she mouthed, with fat tears falling down her cheeks. I’m sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

But the rivers woman shook her head, and refused to say any sort of goodbye. Instead she smiled, and blew to her a small kiss.

There was no need for a goodbye, she told herself, as she watched the two leave, and the castle doors shut behind them. She would find her, and bring her home, but not before killing this Targaryen prince for daring to steal away her wife.

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[theladycarpathia]

burn

Max is late. Again. 

Billy flicks the lighter open and shut again and again, half considering giving into his impulse to burn everything down. He never thinks about it too seriously, but it's always there in the back of his mind. A flickering ember, just waiting. 

The only question is what will come first - getting out of this town, or when he finally gives into it.

But for today he clicks the lighter shut and stows it away in the glove-box. It’s just one of the shitty ones he buys at the gas station, of no actual value if Neil decides to search his car. He learned a long time ago that even the Camaro isn’t safe.

He thinks briefly about leaving her to skate home. He’s done it before, and it usually works well enough that she doesn’t pull the same stunt too often. He promised to keep out of her business and away from her friends. He’s followed through with that. But if he’s giving her a ride, he expects her to be on time. 

And if they’re back late, it’ll be his head on the chopping block. 

A familiar flash of red catches his eye and he grinds his teeth. Fucking finally.

She’s not alone, four boys trailing his stepsister like puppy dogs. He recognises them, half knows some of their names. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t even attempt to get out of the car, not since last November. He’s kept his promise. 

If Neil ever catches Max with them, that’s her own problem. 

One of the boys with dark hair says something that makes Max laugh. Another dramatically clutches his hands to his chest and staggers backwards and Max affectionately slaps him on the arm. Something about the easy, casual way they all walk in sync together makes bile rise in Billy’s throat. It seems that Billy’s the only one suffering in this town. For all of Max’s initial griping, she appears to actually like Hawkins.

He shouldn’t want her to be as miserable as he is. He just doesn’t want to be the only one drowning in it.

He doesn’t get why the boys are coming over to the high school until someone behind him leans on the horn. That’s when he spots the BMW.

That’s another promise he’s kept.

He’d woken in the Byers house, bloodied, sore and alone. The bitch had taken his car and when they’d returned, Billy had snatched the keys, grabbed Max, and driven off without a word. They were all dressed weirdly, with gloves, goggles and scarves wrapped around their faces. Max had strange dark smudges on her skin and her clothes reeked of smoke until laundry day. But she never once told him what they’d been doing and Billy decided that he didn’t want to know. Whatever fucked up shit she was involved in, he just didn’t care anymore. It was entirely up to her to explain to Neil and Susan, because he wasn’t about to cover for her.

But she’d told them something, and Neil hadn’t come into Billy’s room looking for an apology so Billy had left it. He’d cleaned the blood from his face and his knuckles, and he hasn’t looked too closely at what happened at the Byers’ since then.

Nor has he spoken to Harrington. He’d looked at the bruises on his face with some pleasure, and what the hell does it say about him that he wants to ruin something that pretty? Much to his annoyance, it had only made it worse: the cut on Steve’s bottom lip, the dark marks across his cheekbones.

The wounds eventually faded but Billy’s desire to make a mess of Steve did not.

Harrington climbs out of the front seat, clad in that same clingy green sweater that he’d worn to school today. It’s fucking insane that the former king of Hawkins High dresses like some golf-playing middle aged parent. Polo shirts, jumpers, khakis…every single item of Steve’s clothing makes Billy want to rip every single stitch.

Billy’s not been spotted. He slinks down in his seat, eyes focused on the rear-view mirror at Steve’s long body as he shouts for the kids to move their asses. Max waves at Steve, who returns the gesture. The boys shout their goodbyes to Max, scurrying across the concrete to their waiting babysitter. Billy doesn’t miss the expression on Max’s face as she watches them go.

Max climbs in and slams the door, even though he’s told her a thousand times not to. He watches her dump her bag at her feet, skateboard pulled onto her lap.

“You’re late,” he says, even though they could have peeled out of the parking lot by now. With Neil waiting, he probably should have. He’s still watching the rear-view mirror, watching Harrington in a sea of kids. 

“I forgot about the time,” she snaps back, but she’s picking at one of the stickers on her board. 

“Sure,” he drawls. The kids are piling into the BMW, but Steve is still standing, poking around in the trunk. One of the boys’ backpacks is wedged in, preventing the trunk from closing.

“We were talking and I just forgot,” she says defensively. “The others didn’t have to meet Steve until later and I just forgot.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?” Billy asks. She shrugs.

“They’re just going to play that stupid game,” she mutters, but she’s watching the rear-view mirror too. “El’s not even going to be there so it’s not like I’d have anything to do.”

It hurts a little sometimes, how alike they are. Maybe in another life, it would have made them good siblings.

But Neil made sure that was never an option. 

“We can’t be late,” Billy reminds her and her mouth twists. She’s starting to learn now and that frightens him. Neil’s rules are made to be obeyed and she’s no longer exempt. 

“I know, that’s what I said!” she bites out. There’s a curtain of red hair half-hiding her face. “Steve’s taking them all. There’s no space for me anyway.”

In the mirror, Steve stops and straightens up. He slams the trunk shut and looks around the nearly empty lot, tugging out a pair of sunglasses. Billy watches the light glint off the glass as Steve slides them onto his nose. There’s something so elegant about the easy way that he does it. King Steve never quite faded away, even after the fall from power. For some people it’s just built in: the delicate curve of his throat, the flick of a tongue across a bottom lip, the confidence in every movement.

“Good old Steve,” Billy says bitterly and Max shoots him a look.

“Shouldn’t we be going?” she says pointedly and Billy takes one last look at Harrington climbing into the front seat of the BMW. 

“We’re going,” he says, turning the key in the ignition. He grabs his own sunglasses from his pocket and then shifts into reverse. Billy swings the car around so he beats King Steve to the punch, effectively blocking the BMW in. 

“You’re being an ass,” Max says, her voice dangerously low. Billy gives her a grin, and takes his sweet time shifting into gear. He knows what lines he can cross. 

He catches sight of a few middle fingers as they pull off, and the move does little to stifle the itch under his skin. Nothing ever does these days.

Max stares out of the window as they pull away, dark clouds swirling around her bright little head. Billy dares one last look in the rear-view, watching the BMW reverse, allowing him one last look at Steve.

All he ever does is want to burn pretty things down.

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[kryptonitejelly]

Hello! I am absolutely in love with Hotch and I love your writing!! I was wondering if you could write something Aaron x female reader where they are dating and in a relationship, when suddenly they are working a case where the detective in charge starts flirting with him and that drives her insane, they fight, but Hotch makes her see there is no one else and he is head over heels in love with her? Thank you!!! 😊❤️

hi! you are so sweet - yes of course you may, and you are most welcome <3

this is cute! because i’ve only ever seen hotch jealous of a detective flirting with reader. and they didn’t really fight here…… (eep i’m sorry baby, i feel like i haven’t written aaron in a bit)

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It had bothered you from the moment you and Aaron had walked into the station - Detective Wilde. Your relationship with Aaron was no secret from the rest of the team, but you both tried to keep a low profile while working cases in order to maintain professional boundaries. But watching her, Detective Wilde simper at Aaron, watching her brush herself against him every chance she got, it made your blood boil.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks, shutting the door of the hotel room behind you both. You had your own room, FBI policy - but since you had started dating Aaron, it was always booked in name, but left unused, “you’ve been simmering the whole day.”

You busy yourself, tossing your back onto the table, while rummaging through blindly - not looking for anything, but just to avoid looking at him.

“Sweetheart,” Aaron speaks from his position by the door, not crossing the room. You take a deep breathe, once, twice, three times, before spinning on your heel to look at him, arms crossing defensively over your chest.

“Detective Wilde,” you spit out, almost venomously and you see Aaron’s brow furrow in confusion.

“Detective Wilde?” He echos, and you roll your eyes, before throwing your hands up to the sky. He was one of the best profilers in the country, or even the world - but as a man, he was painfully oblivious.

“Please tell me you realise she’s been practically throwing herself at you for the entire day?” You ask, exasperated, and you watch Aaron’s brow furrow even further. “Aaron,” you sigh loudly, angrily, “at one point today, she basically had her breasts rubbing up against your arm.”

He blinks, once, twice, at your frankness, before rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, realisation dawning on him. The Detective had indeed gotten too close to him, but Aaron had pegged it off to a misjudgement of personal space.

He watches you stare angrily at him, your lips pressed into a tight line on your face, eyes flashing with anger, and he pushes himself off from the door he had been leaning against, crossing the room in a few easy strides.

You find his hands cupping either side of your face, his lips against yours. You fight the internal battle within you, trying not to relent, but the moment his thumb rubs against your cheekbone, you relent, your posture softening, lips moving in tandem with his, kissing him back with the same amount of fervour.

“It’s only you,” he says in between kisses against your lips, as his hands slides down from your face, to your body, circling your waist and pulling you close, and flush against his body, “it’s always only ever you.”

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[celandeline]

Summer of Like // Farleigh Start x OC (2)

I’ve always known that Saltburn was huge - Venetia had never even tried to pretend that she wasn’t insanely rich and lived in basically a castle - but I didn’t understand just how huge it was until I’m standing in front of it, travel bag in hand as the driver slows to a stop in front of the massive oak doors. 

“Jesus, V…” I say, eyes locked on the monstrous house. Suddenly I feel very small, and wish that I’d just stuck to my guns and fought harder to go home. I don’t know this place - nor do I know these people, outside of Venetia. But I’m already here, so I swallow my nerves and get out of the car when the driver opens the door. I almost reach back into the car to grab my bags before Venetia stops me. 

“Don’t worry about those, the footmen will bring them up.” She says, grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the house. “You have to meet everyone, and I’ll show you around - I asked Mum to tell the maids to set you up in the room across the hall from mine, so we’ll be close.” Excitement exudes from her like sweat, and it’s a little infectious - I find myself grinning as we bound up the front steps together. 

The massive doors open, revealing a stoic looking man in a butler’s uniform. “Venetia. Welcome home.”

“Yes, hello Duncan.” Venetia chirps. “So wonderful to see you again - how have you been?” She asks, still holding my hand. “Oh- this is my friend, Evie- I don’t know if Mum told you that she was coming along-”

The butler - Duncan - nods. “Yes of course, all the staff was informed - welcome as well, Miss Evelyn.”

The use of my full name - and the formal ‘Miss’ attached make the feeling that I don’t belong here even stronger. “Oh, um, thank you. You don’t have to bother with that ‘Miss’ stuff - just Evie is fine.”

Duncan nods again, just as stiffly as before. “Of course.” He steps just outside of the frame of the doors, and sweeps an arm forward, silently welcoming us in. Hands still clasped with mine, Venetia leads me inside with a smile. 

The inside of the house is just as lavish as the outside, though I don’t have much time to take it all in as Venetia tugs me along. There’s too much to see - portraits and sculptures and rare books and antique furniture, all interspersed with the kind of clutter that you could find in any home. It’s a little jarring but I don’t give it too much thought, too busy being pulled along by Venetia. 

“Mum and Dad are likely in the library.” She says. “I really think Mum will be so glad to meet you, she’s always gone on about how anyone I want to bring back here is more than welcome - she’ll be so excited.”

I feel out of place here, sure, but I’ve never seen Venetia so happy. I think I was right in assuming that she was a little jealous of her brother bringing home a new friend every summer - and maybe a little pressured to do the same, if what she’s saying about her mom is true. I’m happy to be here for her, if nothing else, and that feeling is enough to force the strangeness of being at Saltburn aside. 

It turns out the library isn’t much of a library at all, as Venetia slows to a stop in what seems to be more of a living room than a study. A large couch takes up the center of the room, facing a TV against the wall. Sprawled on the couch is an elegant woman with long blonde hair, and the kind of face you’d find in a magazine. I can see bits of Venetia in her face - the sharpness of her cheekbones, the slope of her nose. Venetia’s mother. 

Next to her, a woman smokes a cigarette, dressed head to toe in black. Her bright red hair and heavy eye makeup seem almost like a mask for the rest of her face, her style distracting anyone from looking too close. The way she sits on the couch, perched all the way at the edge, makes me think that she also might be like me - a guest. 

In the back of the room, perched at a table by one of the windows, an older man leafs through a newspaper, reading glasses perched on his nose. I can see some of Venetia in him too - the way he purses his lips as he reads, how his foot gently swings back and forth where he’s crossed his legs. 

Venetia’s mother is the first to notice our arrival, leaping up from the sofa with outstretched arms. “Oh, Venetia darling, you’re home!” 

Venetia drops my hand in favor of hugging her mother. I stand to the side as they embrace, and the other woman on the couch smiles at me. I return the gesture. 

“And you’ve brought a friend, oh how lovely!” Venetia’s mother turns to me. “I’m Elspeth, you must be Evelyn…” Her gaze sweeps down, and then back up to my face. “Venetia neglected to mention how beautiful you are, my…” She runs a hand along the side of my head, sweeping up one of the shorter curls that frame my face. “What beautiful hair… and you’re so gorgeously tan, darling, what are you?”

It takes me a moment to register exactly what she’s asking, and for a moment I simply look at her. “My family’s Italian.” I say. “Well- American, but Italian.”

“That explains it then - Italian, how romantic.” She says. “Before I met James, one of my girlfriends was Italian - I was a lesbian for a while, you know - Sofia, her name was. Gorgeous, gorgeous woman. Bit of a gambling problem but oh, how pretty.” 

She retreats back to the sofa, taking her place in the middle of the cushions again, but not sprawling this time. Elspeth pats the spaces on either side of her and smiles. “Come sit down, my sweets, there’s so much catching up we have to do - oh, Evelyn this is a dear friend of mine, Pamela, who’s been staying with us for a while, and that there is my husband James, doing the crossword.”

At the mention of his name, James looks up from his paper. “Does anyone have a six letter word for ‘poor’?” 

“Six letter word for poor…” Elspeth muses. 

“Poor’s only got four letters.” Pamela chimes in, cigarette smoke hovering in a haze around her head. 

I trade a look with Venetia, and she stifles a grin as she plops down on the sofa next to her mother. 

“In need?” I offer aloud. It’s technically two words but six letters…

I watch as James pencils in the letters from the couch. “In need, yes that works perfectly.” He says. “Thank you, erm…” He trails off as he looks up from his page at me. 

“Evelyn.” Elspeth adds. 

“Evelyn, yes.” He says. “Clever, that.” He peers over the top of his glasses at me, silently assessing for a moment, and then smiles. “How splendid that Venetia brought a friend along.”

I smile at him before Elspeth steals my attention again, a gentle hand coming to rest on my thigh. “And where in America are you from, my dear?”

“New York.” I say. “Brooklyn.” 

Over her mother’s shoulder I watch Venetia mouth ‘New Yawk’ with a teasing grin. 

“Oh, yes, I’ve been to the city once or twice - Manhattan, mostly, - but I’ve heard that Brooklyn is full of creatives.” Elspeth says. 

“Um,” I can’t help but think of my friends from NYU, who thought it was a great idea to name their band Chlamydiot. “Yeah.”

“Evie’s family’s got mafia ties.” Venetia chimes in, pulling a cigarette from the box that lives in her pocket and tucking it between her lips. My own lips fall into a thin line. I’d known Venetia was going to bring it up at some point, it’s her favorite party trick of mine-

“Oh really?” Elspeth/s eyebrows shoot upward, and she looks excitedly towards Pamela. “Now that’s something - like your Russian billionaire, Pamela, isn’t that right? Except, the Russian mafia, of course.”

“Yes, I think that’s right.” Pamela says. She pauses. “Though I’m not quite sure what the Russian word for mafia is…”

Elspeth turns back towards me, with a large smile. “Tell me more about that, darling!”

“It’s not - we’re not in the mafia.” I say, a little embarrassed under all the sudden attention. I glance towards Venetia, and she smiles, proud, like she’s showing off a prized pony. “My grandfather, on my mom’s side, was, uh - he was the head of the Giordano family, but then he got assassinated in his living room and the Giordano family got absorbed into the Barbieri family.”

“In the living room, you say?” James perks up from his crossword. “And is the house still-?”

“My parents still live in that house, yeah.” I say. 

“How ghastly!” Elspeth says, in a tone that seems to say she doesn’t think it’s ghastly at all, but rather exciting. 

I glance again at Venetia, but her focus is locked on her mother, absorbing every reaction she gives as she puffs on her cigarette. I’d had a hunch that she asked me here to show off to her family, to say ‘look, I do have friends’, but this confirms it. I’m not surprised, nor am I upset - to be friends with Venetia Catton is to be an accessory, but a loved accessory at that. Right now, I am her favorite pair of Louboutin heels, and in return, I will get to experience what it’s like to be part of her, to be here at Saltburn, to get a taste of this lavish life she leads. 

And I am fine with that. 

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#saltburn x reader #saltburn #farleigh start x oc #farleigh start x reader #farleigh x reader #farleigh start

[catierambles]

Summoned Ch.5

Pairing: Demon!Syverson x Bethany Stewart (OFC)

WC 1262

Warnings: demon smut Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

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They lay together in bed, Bethany pressed against his side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I can't believe I just did that." She said, burying her face in his chest. "I just had sex with a demon."

"Yep." Syverson said and rolled them over so he was above her, looking down at her with eyes sparkling with mischief. "Demon cock made you come." He leaned down, pressing his lips between her eyes. "Again." The tip of her nose. "And again." Her closed eyelids. "And again." He pressed his lips to hers and she arched up into him, holding his face between her palms as she responded to him. "And you were beautiful each and every time."

"Question for you."

"Shoot." He said, looking down at her softly.

"What did you do to him? David." She said, "There was a lot of screaming."

"Two things. I showed him my true form, and I showed him what his endgame was." Syverson said and she nodded.

"And that made him run out to confess?"

"I also told him that if he confessed it might lessen his sentence. Repentance and all that."

"Will it?"

"No." He said with a snort, "He confessed thinking he was saving his own hide, not to spare the pain of other people. Self-serving repentance doesn't mean dick."

"Oh." Bethany said, scowling slightly and he kissed between her eyes again, smoothing the furrow. "What was worse for him? Seeing your true form, or knowing what was awaiting him?"

"Probably seein' what his punishment is going to be. My true form was just a double whammy." Syverson said and she nodded.

"Can I see it?" She asked and his brows jumped in surprise.

"You want to see my true form?"

"Is that okay?"

"I've just never had anyone ask before." Sy said.

"Is it bad?" Bethany asked and he shrugged.

"Bad is a matter of perspective." He said, "Seein' a demon's true form has driven humans insane before, not all, but some. Their brains can't handle what they're seein' and they break."

"They're also not supposed to be able to understand the demonic language, but I was able to."

"True." He said and thought for a moment. "You really want to." She nodded and he sighed.

"Okay." He said and moved to get out of bed. "Ya don't need to see it up close and personal." She spared a moment to appreciate his backside as he got out of bed and he turned to face her. Bethany rolled over onto her side, propping her head up in her hand and looking him over slowly. "Doll, you keep lookin' at me like that and I will not be responsible for my actions." That made her giggle slightly and he sighed.

The change was gradual, probably for her benefit. His skin darkened, becoming a deep ashen gray, scales like armor appearing on his chest, shoulders, and thighs, what wasn't covered having almost a snakeskin pattern. Glowing, red-hot cracks branched up from his hands and high into his forearms, his fingers ending in wicked claws that glowed like molten metal. His blue eyes were gone, replaced by eyes that glowed just as brightly as his claws, fissures spreading from the corners. His face was more angular, cheekbones and jawline slightly more defined, but she still recognized him as him. There were no horns like she had been expecting, no wings or forked tail.

"Doll?" He asked and she realized she had been staring. Getting out of bed, she went to him, standing in front of him and looking him over. He stood very still, as if afraid of what she was going to do, nevermind she was standing in front of him as bare as her nameday. Looking up at him, she pressed her hands against his chest, hearing his breath catch in his throat, and raised herself on her toes slightly, crossing the gap between them and pressing her lips to his. They were still unbelievably soft and plush and she felt his hands come around her waist as his eyes closed, leaning into her kiss. His hands went to the backs of her thighs as he pulled her against him, letting her feel him against her stomach. He was larger in this form, thicker, and that was saying something.

"Bastron." She whispered and his breath caught again. Picking her up, he took her back to bed, laying her on the blankets and moving over her. Leaning down, he kissed her, feeling as she pressed up into him, her hands going to his waist. His stomach muscles clenched as one of her hands slid around to his front and his breath hitched as she took him in her palm, stroking him slowly.

"Fuck." He sighed, a shudder racing down his spine. "You're somethin' special, doll. You know that?" He slid a hand between her legs as she pumped her palm lazily, moving his fingers through her folds and circling her clit, being careful of his claws. Her breathing started to quicken after a while and she grew slick under his fingertips. "You want me, doll? You want me like this?"

"Uh huh." She said, nodding, and she squeezed him gently, forcing a growl up his throat. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips before he moved off the bed, going to his knees and pulling her to the edge. Parting her legs to fit his shoulders, his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he looked at her.

"So pretty." He whispered and buried his mouth between her legs, licking and sucking at her with fervor. He swirled his tongue around her, through her, pressing it flat against her and dragging it up slowly, pulling her clit between his lips and sucking gently.

"Sy." She sighed, her hand going to his head. "That feels so good." With the claws, he dared not push his fingers into her, so his tongue would have to do. Standing, he took himself in his hand, running the head through her folds and wetting himself with her. "You're so big." Pressing against her entrance, he slid into her slowly, letting her stretch to fit him before starting a steady sway of his hips.

"Fuckin' hell, babe." He said, leaning over her and pumping between her thighs. "You're so fuckin' tight."

"Fuck me, Sy. Please, I want you to."

"Yeah? You want me to fuck this tight pussy? Make it mine?" His head went back briefly, pleasure shivering up his spine at the feel of her sliding over him. "You take my cock so well, babe. Look at us." She looked between them, watching him pump into her and the sight brought a whole new rush of warmth between her legs making her moan. "Bethany, fuck."

"Bastron…" She reached up, holding his cheeks and pulling him down into a kiss, making small noises against his lips every time he buried himself in her. "I'm gonna--"

"Are you gonna come?" He asked and she nodded. "Come on my cock, show me how good I make you feel." Her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued pumping into her and soon she cried out, arching into him as her inner muscles clamped down on him in waves. "Yes, that's it, let go." His hips slowed, swaying into her gently before he buried himself in her completely, looking down at her with soft eyes.

"You didn't--I mean, I didn't feel you--"

"Oh, babe." He said, the glow of his eyes flashing briefly. "I'm not done with you yet."

#henry cavill #captain syverson #summoned

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Ransom hated wearing suits. But, today was the funeral of Harlan Thrombey. He committed suicide. He slit his throat. Ransom did not expect that. If he knew Harlan needed help, he would have been there.

Made him go to therapy and all that. He watched you from the distance at the cemetery. You and Martin cried the most. Then his mom.

Ransom wondered if Nana knew what was going on. She wasn't here but at the mansion. It wasn't safe for her to be out in the cold foggy weather.

Just then thunder was heard. Fuck. It started to sprinkle and rain. Rolling his eyes, Ransom stared at you again.

You pitied your friend Martin. He told you about how he accidentally overdosed Harlan. It was not his fault. You couldn't tell the police. But, poor young man was feeling guilt. It was eating him. But, you reassured Harlan knew what he was doing.

Martin's mom was an illegal immigrant and his younger sister was still in high school. He was the bread winner in the family.

You let him cry on your shoulder. But, you felt so uncomfortable when soaked by the rain. The funeral finished early. Less than two hours the will reading was to be heard. You knew you weren't going to get anything. You came to America about two years ago. So, maybe Harlan doesn't love you that much.

Oh, well. You have your job working in a bookstore. So, that will be enough to pay for your college fees.

You smiled at Martin and made him go to his car. You ignored and noticed Ransom glaring at you and Martin. Whatever. You assumed Harlan spoke to him before.

To your displeasure, your car got a flat tire. Why now?

"what a damn shame." Ransom spoke behind you.

You turned to see your mean cousin with his hands inside his pockets.

"The taxi I called will come around forty minutes. I will drop you home."

You narrowed your eyes. Why would he be nice?

Ransom rolled his eyes. He grabbed your hand impatiently. "I'm trying to help."

He led you to somekind of barn house. The inside was clean as fuck. Only hay and grass inside for storage. Where were the horses?

"Hmm." You raised a brow.

Ransom closed the door and now you were alone. Uh oh. You knew that predatory look. You tried to run but he enveloped your whole body into a tight embrace. He groaned and you squirmed and attempted to leave. He kept you still like a rag doll.

"Fuck. I didn't touch you for a long ass time. You're driving me nuts."

Your eyes widened.

"But Harlan ordered..."

"Harlan is dead." He snapped.

Ransom gently pushed you on the haystack. He groped and fondled everywhere he could touch like a crazed man.

You wanted to scream.

"I love you."

You blinked and looked up at the drenched face of Ransom. He means it.

He caressed your cheekbone. "I'm sorry for being harsh. I never wanted to hurt your feelings. But, you never paid attention to me unless I bullied you."

Your breath hitched.

"I know it's a stupid reason. Please. I can't live without you. I will go insane without you. I must have you."

His beautiful blue intense eyes caused you to be horny and you admitted you missed his touches.

Ransom grinned at your submitted response. "I know you wanted me too."

He stripped you naked and then finally himself. His thick male organ was red and looked as if it was going to explode.

It looks as if it got bigger!

"Ransom. No. You will hurt me..."

He made you look at him. "As long as you are wet. I will make it slide in." He did. He slowly inserted all his inches.

This was the first time he made love. Rather than fucking you. He made you kiss him and he licked and kissed your finger tips.

Then he pressed your palms to his warm cheeks.

He spilled his seed inside. Hot and creamy.

"You are forbidden to use contraceptives."

"But..."

"I am not not young as you are. " He made you sit up. He gathered your clothes and been to dress you. "I need kids now. I want to be alive when they become my current age at least."

You looked at him as he plugged in your bra. He is serious about you...

"The family..."

"Fuck 'em. They are not family. Bunch of blood relatives. You, Harlan, and Nana are the only family to me."

With his wealth, Ransom doesn't need anyone.

He will take care of you.

"You can go to college for fun and all that. Just don't neglect my kids."

You nodded. It's nice now you don't have to be a slave to money now.

You felt his lips on your forehead.

"I know I won't get anything at the will hearing. I am curious to see who will get Harlan's shit."

You asked him if Martin and Fran will get it.

Ransom nodded. "I think so. Only fair."

"what about Meg?"

Ransom scoffed. "She ignores Harlan and barely speaks to him unless she needs money for school. She doesn't deserve him."

You remembered how at the birthday party. Meg left the party early despite Harlan always spoiling her.

Jacob was as usual in his phone and the others would argue.

You chatted with Nana and was quiet. You saw Ransom speak to Harlan in the study. You locked eyes then looked away

Ransom knew you would come. But, Harlan didn't invite him. The way you snubbed him hurt his feelings. But, he deserves that and worse for bullying you. Harlan asked him to do some legal paperwork for one of his books to prevent from being a movie. Thanks to Walt. Again.

Ransom then left giving Nana a slice of cake.

Now here you two were. Holding hands and wet at the will hearing. Ransom glared at his family members who almost yelled at him for being with Name.

But, he kept his mouth shut for you. You were sitting on his lap and listened how Martin got almost everything. Fran got some paid leave money. And you got ten thousand dollars for school.

Everyone was yelling at Martin. Ransom led Martin and you sat in the car with him.

"you can have my share of money." You told Martin.

Ransom who was driving was listening.

Martin wouldn't accept it. "You need it."

"Not anymore." Ransom said.

He dropped Martin off and made you sit on the passenger seat next to him.

He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

"I can't believe I used to be jealous of that guy."

"What?"

"I thought Martin had a thing for you."

That explained why Ransom was always pissed when you were with him. Especially when you hugged him as he cried at the funeral.

To your surprise. Ransom Parked in front of his glass luxurious home in the woods.

"Ransom. I need to go home. "

"I know..." He gave you a weird look.

Oh, shit. This fast?

#knives out #chris evans #ransom drysdale #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans x reader

[jaestrz]

secret between us -Jeonghan

idol!Jeonghan x idol!reader

smut

Unprotected

“Jeonghan-ssi. I saw you keep glancing over y/n’s side; and you look like you’re having a hard time. Are you okay?” Jae jae remarked, with the usual excitement tone she has in her voice. Her action of words moved everyone’s attention to Jeonghan. Mainly you who had a curious thought with the name coming up from someone’s mouth.

Although it wasn’t in the original mc script but Jae Jae really has the habit to be out of it.

His hands that originally placed on his knees was closer to his inner thighs, with his leg carefully changing positions. To others it wasn’t noticeable but your side view gave a clear impression of him acting weird. Jeonghan shift in his seat every few second when Jae jae wasn’t looking.

Maybe Jeonghan was good at anything. The only thing he needed to work on was his professionalism on public.

-

His heart pumping increases, his mind was trying to focus on the Jae Jae’s talk— this shoot was honestly dreadful for him. MMTG wasn’t boring, he loves being able to be there for the show.

If it weren’t for his self control.

The last shoot felt like hours for him. Trying to caught up with everything Jae Jae was talking, playing Rock Paper Scissors between Jae Jae and Seungcheol. The last thing Jeonghan was able to focus was something about smoking cigarettes.

You’ve never seen a man spacing out this much. When the camera men yelled cut, everyone was getting up from their seats, ready to head home after a long exhausting day. A long exhale escaped your lips, reach out your hand and touched his cheekbone to regain his self conscious back which turned into a flinch.

“Something’s wrong?” The concerned look on your face was trying to read Jeonghan’s. He look around before gently pulling your wrist to somewhere a bit more— private. A unused room and locked the doors behind him. He left your questions unanswered when you keep repeating what’s wrong. He had a shaky breath.

His free hand combs through his brown hair while admiring you. “Y/n…”

You let out a hum as a response to him calling your name. You were driving him insane. He can’t keep this to himself anymore. The warmth in his heart grew each time you were getting more closer to him and wasting time together.

Jeonghan swallowed the lump in his throat. “If I do this, please don’t hate me.” You didn’t get a chance to tell him anything, his hand tilted your head up and the warm feeling on his lips was on yours. It would be lying if he said he wasn’t freaking out, he was panicking inside. He didn’t know what you’re going to do.

Push him away? Telling him you hate him? Ignore him after this?

You almost gave him a scare when you didn’t react at his kiss and wasn’t returning the kiss back. But with a few thoughts inside your head, you slowly gave in. Was it the right thing?

Jeonghan pulled away, both of you were catching back your breaths. He was hoping you would at least try to say something.

“I don’t hate you but—” you stopped. “You do realize we’re both idols. Right?” You breathed, watching as he tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. The cold wall hitting your back.

“I do. I do realize that.” He repeated. His scent lingers in your smell. “Please? 1 week. Give me 1 week to make it up for you. Y/n.” He pleaded. The room was spacious. He pulled you closer to him, closing the empty gap between you two. “You’re stunning today. You’re so freaking stunning to the point where you made me feel like this.” You felt the bulge between your thighs and it instantly made you feel week to think about anything.

Jeonghan connected his lips to yours again before carrying you by your thighs and bringing you to the corner edge of the table. His hands found its way under your oversized cardigan and roamed around, exploring your body. The cold metal ring he wore hit your skin, tensing you up.

Who knows what his hands were doing under your clothes, his touch on your body gave you pleasure to think of anything else. Everything else was stayed on except for your bra that he unhooked, playing with your breast and tracing lines on it. His teasing was now making you lose control. “We don’t have to do it if you’re not ready. Your angel can stop anytime.” He reminded and you let out a soft whine when his warm hands rested on your torso, waiting for your answer coming out from your mouth.

He made you insane.

“Continue, it’s okay.” That short sentence was a chore for you to say during this state.

Jeonghan let out a low chuckle before kissing your forehead. He tugged your pants a little low, hands touching your inner thighs. It went well until he accidentally brushed his finger against your soaked that made you squirm under his touch.

He was— impatient. His cock was getting hard. But Jeonghan holds himself from ruining you right here and went slow. He pulled your underwear to the side before sliding a finger in you, your tight walls were compressed around his finger. There was a thing with Jeonghan. Among’s all the members, he had big fingers. So taking his finger was definitely a challenge for you.

You sucked in a breath focusing on the rhythm he was pacing. The sharp pain turned into pleasure and his pace quickens. “Jeonghan.” He responded to you calling him. “I need you, I’m getting close. Love” You panted. The nickname you called him really turned him on. He stopped fingering you and unzip his pants, spitting on your part before lining himself against your entrance. You were small for him and it would be a lie if you said it didn’t hurt.

He slowly went inside you, kissing you so your sound weren’t too loud. “You need to relax or else I won’t last long baby.” He whispered, cupping your face to calm yourself a little. You accidentally clenched around him and it was driving Jeonghan to the edge.

“You’re so big—”

“I know baby. You can take it.”

It started of as slow then it got to the point where he saw the pleasure look on your face. He was riding you fast until he felt his orgasm getting closer.

You felt his cock twitched in you as you gave him a nod, allowing him to come with you. The warm liquid filling up in you. “Should we continue this in our bedroom? Hold in my cum until we get to our room love.” He told you before pulling himself out and cleaned the side of your thighs that was dripping out.

He helped you up before exiting the room.

-

It was hell trying to keep it in. You almost gave up.

But as soon as you arrived in your room that shared with Jeonghan’s, he went back to finish what he left just now.

Clothes were scattered on the floor, he was riding you at a rough pace until you felt your second orgasm building up. Your thighs were shaking while you were trying your best to stay quiet. He lift up your waist and start thrusting in you hitting the spot that made you feel more pleasure. Swallowing back a moan. His liquid and yours were mixed, filling in you. The stamina he had didn’t last for a while, Jeonghan and you both were getting tired.

He thrust into you for the last time before falling beside you on the bed.

Both of you were breathing quicker, sucking air. Jeonghan wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead before planting a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay love?” His soft voice made you nod.

“I’ll go prepare a bath for you—” he was about to stand up before your hand was tugging his wrist, encouraging him to stay.

“Can that be later? Please don’t leave first.” You told him, his eyes softened at your response.

“Alright. Anything for you y/n.”

#jeonghan #svt smut #svt jeonghan #kpop smut #seventeen #imagines #ao3 #fanfic #kpopidol #yoon jeonghan #svt fanfic #jeonghan au #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagines

[keketopia]

Tamaki Amajiki with a Mermaid Reader

You and the Big 3 took a little road trip to a campsite.

Tamaki had a crush on you since you first arrive in U.A. but knowing him, he doesn't have the balls to ask you out. Tamaki always admired everything you do. How you were so curious about his quirk, how you were insanely smart. Seriously, you once solved an algebra math question nobody could answer. And I mean NOBODY! It got to the point where people would ask you for help.

Another thing that he admired was your eyes, he didn't know what it was about your eyes that made him fall in love with you more. Your eyes were so inhuman…almost…siren-like. He swears there was a strange, alluring quality that's drawing him towards you. Your sharp cheekbones were your most defining feature of all. Even Mirio & Nejire agreed that there was something abnormal about you. But then again, humans come in different shapes and sizes.

Nejire once joked that "She's like a beautiful mermaid, who draws people in with her natural beauty" Little did she know, she was right.

Anyway, you've arrived at your destination. It was a tiny cabin with a campfire in the front and a giant lake in the back to go swimming.

"Wow, only one bed," you said as you walked into the bedroom

"Good thing we brought sleeping bags," said Mirio who was toting a bunch of stuff.

"You sure you don't need help holding all that stuff?" Nejire questioned.

"Oh no, I'm fine" Mirio expressed with a big smile on his face.

"Alright, so who is going to sleep on the bed, and who is going to sleep on the floor?"

"I dips the bed!" Nejire jumped on the bed.

"Alright, Y/N and Tamaki, looks like you're both sleeping on the floor"

"Wha-"

"Yeah, I'm taking the bed" Mirio got closer to Tamaki

"Plus, you can get close to her~" Mirio whispered.

Tamaki blushed like a tomato and immediately went to a nearby wall to place his head against. For the rest of the day, ya'll just made smores, went swimming (except you of course), and went on a walk. It was already dark by the time you all made it back to the cabin. You all got freshened up and started getting ready for bed. Both Mirio and Nejire shared a bed while you and Tamaki slept in sleeping bags on the floor. By then, you were all fast asleep, nothing could be heard other than the tiny snores and the crickets chirping.

Everything was nice and peaceful until you woke up unexpectedly. You check the clock "1:14 a.m." Tamaki woke up too, surprised that you were awake. You got up from the floor and walked out of the bedroom. Tamaki was questioning why you got up so late but thought you were just hungry or thirsty. But for some reason, he too got up and followed you. He doesn't know why, he just let his legs carry him.

When you walked past the kitchen and headed toward the back door, Tamaki was confused. Where were you going? He sneakily exits through the back door and hid behind a tree so you wouldn't spot him. He peeks to see you by the lake.

Before Tamaki could question anything else, you started taking your clothes off. He was taken aback by your action and quickly hid to silently scream.

"W-What is she doing?!"

He peeked once more to see you fully naked, standing by the lake. Good thing you had your back towards him, but that didn't help that he could see your butt.

"C-Come on, Tamaki. D-Don't be a pervert"

He then sees you getting closer to the lake, putting your arms above your head, bending forward, slightly bending your knees and dove into the water.

He assumed you were taking a skinny dip but why so late, especially in the early morning?

He was about to go back to the cabin when he heard a noise coming from the lake, it almost sounded like…screaming! Was it from you? You were screaming in agony. Were you in trouble?!

Without wasting any time, Tamaki rushed to the cabin, grab a flashlight, and boosted to the lake before jumping in. As soon as he was in the water, Tamaki turn on the flashlight and started to frantically look for you. Eventually, the light spotted a naked figure, whose body was twisting and turning under the dark lake. As he swam closer to help you, he notice something that stopped him in his tracks.

Your skin was turning grey and scaly, your nails began to grow long and sharp, and some skin began to grow between your fingers. What was happening to you?

A single fish-like fin was growing down your back and your legs began to form into a tail. You then stopped screaming, meaning your transformation was finally over.

Tamaki couldn't believe it… was he dreaming? Were his eyes deceiving him? Or was he actually seeing a real-life mermaid in front of him?

It didn't take long for you to notice a bright light shining on your body, so you turn around to see Tamaki, looking at you like he doesn't know who you are. You gave him the same look he was giving you, you were caught! You two stared at each other until Tamaki snapped back to reality to realize he was drowning.

He quickly began to swim up as he was running out of air. Thankfully, you grabbed him by the hand and brought him to shore, which took a few seconds since you were a fast swimmer. Once he was out of the water, he took a moment to breathe as he held his breath for so long. He got his breathing straight before looking at you, you were still in the water, with a fearful look on your face.

"What- How- You- Tail-" He couldn't talk properly because he was so stunned.

You tried to speak to him but all that left your mouth were high pitch calls and wails, sort of like a whale or dolphin. You forgot that mermaids can't speak while in their aquatic form, you guys communicate in a special kind of sign language. You've been on land for too long.

Tamaki looked at you confused, he knows you were trying to say something, but all that was coming out were noises.

"I guess you can't talk, huh?"

You looked at him for a second before you climbed out of the water. Tamaki move a bit so you can have some space Once you were fully out of the water, you just laid there, in the grass. Tamaki took this as an opportunity to fully inspect your fish-like appearance.

You had 3 slits in between your ribs, on either side of your body. He guessed those are your gills, that allowed you to breathe underwater. You had webbing between your fingers, tipped with razor-sharp claws in place of normal fingernails. You had spiky pelvic fins that helped you move left & right and up & down, and are half the length of your tail. Your dorsal fin was even longer, stretching from the base of your neck to the near tip of your tail. And let's not forget about your caudal fin, it was almost the shape of a dolphin but with a stinger growing out in between.

Just as he was done studying you, you suddenly started to scream in agony again. Tamaki panicked, he didn't know what was happening. All he could do was sit there and watch you scream in pain while tugging the ground

Your grey and scaly complexion was turned back into your normal human skin tone as your dorsal and pelvic fins started to disappear. Your webbed hands turn back into human ones. Your tail started to tear apart and there sprouted your legs.

When the transformation was over, you start breathing heavily as you were in so much pain. Tamaki looked at you in shock again, you just went from mermaid to human in just a few seconds. If his jaw wasn't dropped from the moment he witness you transform into a mermaid, it was now. You were laying there in front of him, on your stomach, fully naked, all that was left was your bloody fin.

"A-Are you okay? You sounded like you were in a lot of pain"

"I'm fine, my transformation is supposed to be painful. It's dreadful, but I'm used to it" You replied, giving him a small smile.

You then got up, much to Tamaki's surprise as you were still naked. He quickly covered his eyes with his palms as he blushed madly.

"H-Hey! Warn me if you were going to stand up! You do realize you have nothing on!" He panicked, clearly flustered.

You just walk over to where your pajamas were and put them on, you then approach Tamaki who still has his eyes covered as he does not want to see any nudity.

"You can uncover your eyes now"

Tamaki slowly removed his hands from his eyes to see back in your pajamas, he felt relieved.

"Now I guess this is the part where I explain everything," You said nervously as you sat down next to him.

"Yes, I thought you were quirkless"

"I am, but the whole mermaid thing is not a quirk. I'm actually a mermaid"

Tamaki looked at you with a non-believing face.

"I know it's hard to believe, but I'm not lying. There's a blood test that proves I'm not human"

"And where is it?"

"At my house, after this road trip is over I'll show you the results"

Tamaki thought for a while. What if you were actually telling the truth? I mean your file and the U.A. staff did say that you were quirkless, but they could be wrong. And 80% of the ocean was still yet to be explored, who knows what other sea creatures were out there. Part of him wants to believe you, really, part of him wants to, but he isn't certain as they were always said to be a myth.

"O-Okay, Let's say I-I do believe you, what are you doing h-here on land and not in the ocean?" Tamaki questioned

"Well…" You looked uncomfortable. Tamaki instantly regretted asking that.

"I-I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean it to be personal! Y-You don't have to answer!" He apologized.

"No, it's fine, I was going to answer anyway"

Tamaki perked up, he was ready to listen to what you were about to say.

"A couple years ago, my sister was captured by humans." Tamaki was appalled, he did not expect that answer.

"We were hunting for food near the surface when a giant net came out of nowhere and trapped my sister, seeing her being hoisted up out of the water was unbearable as she was the person I loved the most. She took care of me when our mother died. And now she was gone. I can't even tell you how much that felt"

Tamaki's felt his heart drop, he felt so bad, he didn't know you were going through that.

"When I saw my sister being carried away, I followed her to see where she was going, and I saw this boat with a few men on it. My sister ambushed them before she was forced inside this giant safe. A few minutes later, a helicopter appeared and more people came, they took my sister and flew away. As risky as it was being on land with humans, I couldn't just sit there and let her be taken away. So I decided to come on land and look for her"

"Eventually, I came across two nice humans during my journey, they helped me look her"

"Did you guys find her?" Tamaki asked

"We did, but a lot went down after that" You responded.

"W-What happened?" Tamaki questioned, already nervous

"Well, for context of where my sister was, she was taken to a military base where she was used as a lab experiment. They took her blood and her skin. Somehow, she escaped and we were reunited. We went back home but later returned a month later due to the lack of food for us. I wanted to ask the humans for help but my sister didn't trust humans after what they did to her. We ended up in a fight because she felt betrayed. We later reconcile and teamed up to ambush the man that hurt my sister. We attacked him but the humans put a stop to it. We parted ways and she went back to the water. She brought another one of us and attacked the same men on the same boat, they ended up killing one of them who happens to be one of the men's Dad."

"The son of that man sought vengeance and wanted to get revenge on the person that killed his Dad, meanwhile my sister came back on land to try to get me to come back home, however, she was shot by the son and she died. I still think this is all my fault" You felt your emotions run all over your body and you fought back your tears.

"If I hadn't convinced her to hunt near the surface none of this would've happened" You sniffled.

Tamaki felt like he was about to cry after hearing that story. You went through so much, you didn't deserve any of that to happen.

"Hey…it's not your fault. What you did was very brave. Risking your life to find your sister was a really brave thing, even though your sister didn't feel the same way" Tamaki reassured. He place his hand along your back and started to rub circles on your back, comforting you.

"You're a strong and amazing woman, I'm really sorry for what happened, but always know that your sister is watching over you and even though she isn't here physically, she's here in your heart" Tamaki gave you a comforting smile. You hugged him, catching him by surprise. He hesitated before wrapping his arms around you. Patting your head in comfort.

This was a beautiful moment, you could be in this way forever if Tamaki didn't unexpectedly asked. "N-Now are you going to tell me why you were sneaking out in the middle of the night to jump in the lake?" Well, it was fun while it lasted.

"Ummm…" You broke the hug.

"Well, basically my skin was getting dry and irritated for the past few days due to me not being in the water for a while. I've been wearing baggy clothes to cover up my skin so no one would notice. This night I couldn't take it anymore as it only got worse, I had to be in water ASAP" You responded.

"What happens if you don't get in the water?"

"I die from dehydration"

Tamaki was horrified. "O-Okay"

Everything went silent. You both just sat there, by the lake, not talking, it was awkward. Not a word was spoken until Tamaki manage to say,

"D-Don't you wanna go back in the water, with your p-people?"

You didn't look at him, you just stared into space, thinking about what you're going to say.

"Well, I did thought about going back home at one point, but I chose not to"

"Why?"

"Because...I...I fell in love"

Tamaki felt his heart drop once again. He knew it. You were falling for someone else. What did he expect? Who would even love someone like him?

"O-Oh...w-who is this p-person?" Tamaki said on the verge of tears.

"You"

Tamaki turned his head with a surprised look on his face.

"M-Me?! W-Why me? I'm not good enough for someone like you. I probably won't be a good boyfriend"

"Oh hush! You'd make an good boyfriend, and you ARE good enough. You're amazing! You made it to the Big 3 despite your crippling anxiety. You are the most kind and handsome man I've ever met. I stayed on land because of YOU, I want to be with you, I won't be if I go back to the ocean. I love you, Tamaki!" You were practically grabbing onto his face, bringing it towards you & squishing his cheeks. Tamaki's face turned bright red by how close he was to you, he wanted to pass out.

You realized your actions and quickly let go of him "Sorry, too much?"

Tamaki took a minute to calm down "L-L-Little bit..." Man was blushing mad hard.

"So...do you feel the same way?"

Does he feel the same way?! Of course he does, if he had the chance he would shout it from the rooftops, but that would be embarrassing.

"I-I-I-I..." Tamaki was finding it hard to say the words. He could feel it coming out of his throat, why can't he say it?

"I-" Tamaki began to panic, this was so embarrassing.

"It's okay, you got it" You said, encouraging him.

"I-I...I do" Tamaki felt relief as his shoulders droop down as he finally said the words he wanted to say to you all day.

"There you go, you got it big boy" You patted him on the head.

Tamaki blushed at the nickname you gave him. Big boy?! Were you trying to kill him?!

You continued to pat his head when you heard a voice.

"Hey, is everything okay? We heard screaming" It was Nejire, along with Mirio. They were both awoke by your agonizing screaming, you can tell from their faces that they were both tired. You felt bad for waking them up, but it's not your fault, if anyone was feeling pain, they would scream, right?

Mirio and Nejire approach you both. "What are you doing up this late? And why are you both wet?" Mirio questioned.

Tamaki's eyes widened, he thought very hard on what to say to them, thankfully you came up with an excuse very quickly.

"Oh, me and Tamaki were taking a walk around the lake, but then we both fell in by accident"

"Oh, well we heard screaming, we just wanted to make sure everything is okay"

"Everything is fine, Togata" You smiled.

"Well, let's go back inside and get you two dried up so we can go back to sleep" Nejire added before yawning.

You and Tamaki got up and you all went back inside the cabin. Tamaki looked at you and you looked at him back with a finger pressed against your lips, signing to him that he should be quiet. Guess you want him to keep the mermaid thing a secret, meaning he can't tell anyone, not even his longtime best friend. He still doesn't even know that if you're telling the truth, mermaids aren't real...unless they are. He has so many questions that were yet to be answered. Guess he will find out the truth after this road trip is over.

This was my first every story I've written on Tumblr. I hope you all enjoyed this random fanfic that just popped into my head, maybe I will make a part 2 if I come up with any ideas.

This was heavily inspired by Freeform's drama series, Siren. I love the series, I recommend you watch it!

Anyways, that's all for today. Bye!

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