#extremely normal conversation to have with your fiancé

[isabellaofparma]

You feel bad about lying to him all this time? That's why you couldn't look at him? I feel awful about it.

#coronation street #corrieedit #daisy midgeley #daniel osbourne #ryan x daisy #mine #corrie stuff #soooo unhealthy im <3 #extremely normal conversation to have with your fiancé #cs.20230605

[memphisflash]

Hii 💕Could you write an angsty fic about 70s Elvis being very jealous and possessive of a girl? Elvis is desperate to have her all to himself because the girl's job might involve interacting with other men or something like that? and wants to teach her a lesson, with gunplay.🖤

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥

⊱ word count: 3,8K

⊱ warnings: dead dove do not eat!, elvis being jealous and possessive, strong language, tiny mention of diet pills, smoking, degradation, gun play, russian roulette, elvis pulls the trigger a few times, murder threats, elvis manhandling reader, sucking on the barrel, dubious content, obviously smut; penetration with a revolver, normal penetration, unprotected sex, dom!elvis, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, creampie.

⊱ authors note: seriously, read the warnings bc this is a ride, y'all. also i suck at describing guns but whateverrrr. honestly not that angsty, but it's pure filth. hope y'all likeee <333.

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“He’s in the den and he’s pissed.”

You were confused at the words that were flying out of Charlie’s mouth, who had come running to your car as soon as you drove it through the gates of Graceland. Having just finished a six hour shift at the nightclub you worked at, you weren’t in the mood for these shenanigans tonight.

Or rather, this morning, seeing it was five o’clock.

“How pissed are we talking?” You asked as your fiancé’s friend jumped in the passenger seat of your red Chevy Camaro. “And why is he even angry?”

You were aware that when it came to you, Elvis was easily triggered. He was jealous and that jealousy had seemed to grown tenfold over the past year when you’d gotten a job at an upscale club downtown as a hostess, tending to customers which most often involved business men who couldn’t quite handle their liquor.

You didn’t need this job, because Elvis gave you everything you wanted and more, but being a social butterfly, you liked working and being among people. People outside of Elvis’ bubble.

And Elvis was fine with that. Until tonight, it seems.

“We went to the club to come and surprise you- had this whole VIP table booked and everything, but then he saw you talkin’ to some men and he thought one ‘em put his hand on your waist,” Charlie was rambling, not giving himself time to breathe as you slowly drove up the long driveway to the house. “He was ravin’ and rantin’ in the car the entire way home. About how you was cheating on him and all that. I ain’t gonna repeat what he said, but…”

You looked over at Charlie and clench your fingers on the steering wheel, nerves starting to bubble in the pit of your stomach. You were grateful for Charlie not repeating what Elvis had said, because you knew how foul mouthed he could get when he was angry.

In a way, your relationship could be considered unhealthy at times. Toxic.

He was extremely possessive, not even liking it when a man did as much as look your way or breathe a little too loud in your direction. At some points, he didn’t even want you talking to the guys in his private circle and there’s been plenty of times where he would see you crack a joke with Sonny or have a serious conversation about the newest diet pills with Dr. Nick, and he’d absolutely rip into the men. And into you, though he did that in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

Elvis didn’t want to share you with anyone. He loved you so much it had grown into a borderlining obsession and he’d be damned if he would lose you to another man.

He’d be damned if he’d lose you at all.

And you know how much he loves you, because he’d often tell you and shower you with affection and gifts, as it was his way of apologizing for his behavior. You accepted it every single them, because you too love him so much it’s nearly unbearable.

Besides, you never did truly blame him for his behaviour because you could get the same way. You’ve threatened enough girls that got a little too close to him for your liking, but that’s a story for a whole ‘nother time.

“Wish me luck, Charlie.” You sigh deeply as you parked the car by the house, the man next to you jumping out before you could even kill the engine. He leaned down, holding onto the door.

“You got this, Y/N. Just… don’t be too loud.”

At the small grin that broke the slightly panicked facial expression he wore, you knew what he meant and gasped softly. Before you could give him any kind of verbal reaction, he had slammed the door shut and jogged around the white mansion, sneaking in through the backdoor.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed out a sigh and got out of the car to walk into the house to face Elvis. Ready or not.

The house was eerily quiet which means Elvis had sent everyone home or to their respected corners on the property. Taking off your shoes and jacket by the door, you put your purse on the floor and made your way into the den with its exotic styled furniture.

The space was dimly lit but the dark figure sitting in the arm chair in the far corner of the room was as clear as crystal to you. The waterfall wall that your fiancé had installed a few years back was switched off, but you could still make out a few stray droplets dripping down. The smell of tobacco was heavy, a hint of vanilla tickling your senses as Elvis blew out a breath of smoke from his cigarillo.

“Took you long ‘nough,” he spoke up, venom lacing his tongue. “Done whoring around?”

Your feet moved slowly across the moss green carpet, loosely folding your arms underneath your chest as you stood in between the couch and another chair across from him.

You knew he didn’t mean his words and he’d apologize for them later, but something in your heart was telling you this was going to be an interesting morning. And definitely a long one.

“I was at work.”

Elvis looked at you, letting out a bitter laugh as he rolls the brown cigarillo around between his fingertips. That’s when you noticed the white handle revolver laying on his left thigh, arm resting on the chair. “Work..” he scoffs, squinting his eyes at you a little. “Ya mean that place where you lettin’ all those wolves touch ya like a goddamn whore?!”

He was yelling, his voice thundering through the room and sinking straight into your veins. You felt your stomach clench, heart skipping a beat and then butterflies pathetically fluttering in your very core.

It scared you when he got like this, even though you knew he’d never physically hurt you, unless you asked for it. Maybe you weren’t right in the head, but God… he was so hot when he got like this.

“That’s not what my job is about and you know it.”

If there was one thing about you, it was that you like pushing his buttons, especially when he was in a state like this. Elvis knows this and while it only gets him angrier, he likes the part where he makes you slip into submissiveness.

There was a small smile on your face, one that he deemed too cocky for his liking. Seems like you were forgetting who had the upper hand here.

Elvis looks at you, sapphire eyes darkened as he pushed his smoke out in the ash tray next to him. He picked up the gun that had been on his thigh and settles back against the cushioned chair, shoving the hocker that was in front of him aside with his foot. Manspreading, he lets the revolver lazily rest in his hand.

“Get on y’er knees.”

He says it casually, though you didn’t miss the urge in his voice. He wanted you to do as he said and you weren’t willing to do so just yet.

“Or what?” You challenged him, standing there with your arms crossed and a cocky, raised eyebrow. Excitement was starting to crawl its way into your veins, arousal growing and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

Elvis’ jaw clenched as he raised his arm, pointing the lengthy revolver in your direction. His index finger grazed the trigger and although you know he wouldn’t pull it, at least not now, you had no idea if there were even bullets in the thing. Knowing him, there probably was.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees, Y/N.”

This time, the words didn’t come out in such a calm manner. His deep voice and the harsh tone of it made you clench around nothing, surely starting to ruin your panties as you feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

A small grin threatened to break through on his face but he managed to fight against it, watching you slowly get on your hands and knees, the gun still pointing in your direction as he rested the handle on his knee.

“Crawl.”

Yup. You were definitely in for it now.

There was a twinkle of excitement in his eyes as he watches you slowly crawl across the room and into his direction, stopping until you were sitting on your knees in between his spread legs. But he wouldn’t allow you to see his excitement- eyes darkening once more, looking down at you as if you were filth.

He allows you to put your hands on his knees, sliding them up his thighs as he trails the end of the barrel along your cheek, to your jawline.

“I ought’a teach ya a lesson for disrespectin’ me like ya did tonight.” He growls lowly and you shudder at the feeling of the cold silver of the gun against your skin, both your fear and arousal battling each other. They seem to go hand in hand. “God knows what else ya been doin’. You should be happy I haven’t blown your fuckin’ brains out.”

Your hands grip firmly onto his thighs and a gasp tears through your throat as he places the barrel against your temple, his free hand coming down to wrap around your throat.

You know he’d never do what he said, but you couldn’t help yourself from growing hotter at his threats.

“You w-wouldn’t anyways..” You said breathlessly, thighs rubbing together as his hand moves up to your jaw a little, fingertips pressing in your cheeks.

“Big fuckin’ mouth. How ‘bout ya stop that yappin’ and put that mouth to some good use, huh?”

You nearly moaned out loud at his words, but due to the grip he had on your face, all you were capable of was a needy whimper.

He knows this is turning you on, knows how much of a slut you really are for him. He’s been in this situation with you countless of times before and it never fails to get him all riled up, no matter how sick it was.

You feel the barrel of the gun moving down the side of your face, your eyes closing in anticipation as his other hand releases your face and moves down your throat, fingertips trailing between the valley of your breasts before his hand roughly squeezes your left breast through your top. The gun has moved down your neck and over your breasts too, following his hand before he rests it in between his legs, placing it on his crotch with the barrel pointing up.

“Suck it.” He orders, moving his hand in your hair to pull you down a little more. You’re looking straight into the barrel of the lengthy revolver, which you know oh so well. Hell, you were with the man when he bought it a month ago.

Part of you wants to make him even more angry, but you’re painfully aware of the fact that the longer you’d act like a brat, the longer it would take before he’d actually touch you.

You look up at him as you move closer, his grip on your hair letting up, instead caressing some locks behind your ear as you part your lips and wrap them around the gun in his hand. The taste of steel isn’t a pleasant one, but the sight of Elvis smirking down at you is and that’s what gets you so turned on – knowing he was calling the shots here, watching you do exactly as he says.

And when it came to him, you were a people pleaser. Wanted to please him in any way possible, even if that meant sucking off his gun.

You squeeze his thighs, digging your nails softly in the fabric of his pants as you take the barrel in deeper, though careful not to let it touch the back of your throat. Elvis’ finger had moved away from the trigger, which was only evidence to you that he wouldn’t follow up on what he had threatened you with.

You treated the gun as if it was his actual cock, pulling back up to swirl your tongue around the tip of the barrel. One of your hands moved underneath the handle of the weapon, cupping his cock that was straining his pants.

He let you, pushing the revolver deeper into your mouth as he groans lowly. You relaxed your throat as much as possible, squeezing your eyes shut as your hand was rubbing him a little more frantically through his clothes. He stopped you when your fingertips start fumbling with his belt, pulling the barrel back a little only to press the end of it against the inside of your cheek.

This time, his finger rested against the trigger and you whimpered out in slight fear.

“Did I tell ya to do that?”

Drool was spilling out of the corner of your mouth as he kept your mouth forced open due to the gun being in it, and all you could do was whimper and shake your head. You moved your hand away from his bulge and clung onto his arms pathetically. He took the barrel out of your mouth completely, allowing you to speak.

“I’m s-sorry..” You gasped breathlessly, panting softly.

It was truly pathetic how fast the brat inside of you was willing to do whatever he said and wanted, but you were too horny to care.

“Oh, y’er about to show me how sorry ya are.” The smirk on his face was close to devilish and you knew he didn’t mean sorry about what just happened, but about what happened at your job.

Which was nothing, but to Elvis it had been enough to set him off like this. And you weren’t complaining.

Like a good girl, you had stripped yourself from all pieces of your clothing when Elvis ordered you to. Draped over the hocker in front of him on your tummy, you could feel the cold barrel of the gun traveling down your spine.

Your hair hung in front of your face as your head hung low, hands tugging at the carpet and fingers clenching in the greenness of it because you had to have something to hold onto. You were squeezing your thighs together, arousal sticking to the insides of them and Elvis laughs tauntingly as he prodded them open with the revolver, liking how you jumped a little at the touch of steel grazing down your slit.

“Wonder if those fools at your sleazy lil job get ya this wet.” He grumbles behind you, his free hand rubbing rough circles on your ass cheek. You didn’t answer him fast enough, which resulted in a harsh slap to your ass.

You jolted a little, letting out a soft moan as you threw your hair back and looked at him over your shoulder. “N-No.. Only you, Elvis. Only you make me t-this horny.”

He raises an eyebrow and grins, kneading the supple flesh of your ass in his palm. “I hope that’s the God honest truth, honey, because I’ll fuckin’ kill all of ‘em.”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip and your ass sticking out a little more to him, you flutter your eyelashes at him as you moan softly. “You’d do that for me?”

“I’ll do anything for ya, you ought’a know by now.” He growls, caressing the end of the barrel on your clit, rubbing small circles on it. “The question is, what will you do for me?”

“Anything.” The words spill out without hesitation. You’d really do anything for him and he knows it, knows you can’t resist him.

You don’t quite understand the devilish smirk that spreads across his face, until you feel the end of the barrel lingering at your awaiting hole. Widening your eyes, you gasp and squeal softly as he slowly but surely pushes the steel length inside of you. Your hands grip onto the edge of the hocker, the cool slender barrel stretching you open for him to see.

“E-Elvis!” You cry out, clamping your hand over your mouth and the raven haired man is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away, pulling your arm behind your back and keeping it there. “Hurts!”

Both your arm being twisted back in such a rough manner and the fact that he was fucking you with a revolver without any prep.

But you wanted this. You asked for it – after all, you know better than to disrespect your man like you have done.

“Good. It should.” He doesn’t even move the barrel that fast, but it has you clenching harshly and your thighs quivering as you braced your toes into the carpet. He holds onto your arm roughly, preventing you from getting away. “s’what two-timin’ whores like you deserve.”

It hurts, and yet it feels so damn good. You liked the danger of it all, the fear mixing with arousal that was overtaking your entire being, making you forget you were even here on earth.

Elvis was thoroughly enjoying himself – watching you moan out in breathless squeals, wiggling and writhing, trying to get away and get the barrel to go deeper at the same time. Despite not wanting to hurt you seriously, he still loved threatening you with doing just that.

You disobeyed when he ordered you several times to keep still and he decided to pour some more fear into you by placing his index finger at the trigger, pulling it.

“There’s only one bullet in here, sweet pea, and I didn’t count so you better keep still.”

You froze in place, eyes widening as you look at him over your shoulder. You didn’t know if he was serious or not, but he was looking at you with a dark expression, brooding eyes boring a hole into you.

Was he truly playing Russian Roulette with your life right now?

You should be terrified at this point and while the fear in your chest intensified, so did your arousal, slick sticking to the barrel as he pulls it out a little.

You figured doing exactly as he says from here on out was your safest option, so you did just that – letting him fuck you with the revolver, you put your head down and bit down into the fabric of the hocker, muffled cries filling the den as you came violently over the coolness of the barrel.

Elvis didn’t give you any time to catch your breath after your orgasm and he’s pulled the gun out of you. You could hear him shuffling closer, his pants dropping before he aligned himself at your previously assaulted hole.

You let out a strangled cry as he pushes inside of you, filling you up to the brim and letting you stretch around his thick girth. You felt him all the way in your stomach and could barely utter a word, trying to keep your breathing as steady as you could. Elvis let go of your arm and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up against his chest roughly.

Your back arches, the fabric of his shirt feeling like fire against your skin as he starts thrusting into you at a harsh, calculated pace. His arm comes to wrap around your waist to hold you against him, bringing his other hand up to once more press the revolver against your skin. You moan like the whore he’d called you as you feel the end of the barrel poke underneath your chin.

You feel him so deep like this, you can barely think straight.

“You’re gon’ quit that damn job of y’ers and stay right here where ya belong.” He growls as his face presses against the side of yours, his breath hot against your skin as you can smell the hint of tobacco on it. “I’ll be damned if I let ‘nother man even look at ya. Nobody can have ya, darlin’, nobody but me.”

He presses the barrel firmer against your skin and all you can do is roll your eyes back and let out loud strangled moans.

Sorry, Charlie.

“I’m y-yours!” You cry out, knowing he wanted to hear a response. “Only yours!”

“Tell me who ya belong to.”

“You, Elvis! I belong t-to y-you!”

“That’s fuckin’ right.” He grunts animalistically as he unexpectedly pulls the trigger once more, making you let out a soft shriek as you tremble in his arms. “Your life belongs to me, princess.”

It’s the fact that he could possibly blow your brains out right now that has you clenching around his cock so fiercely, his hips falter. He drops the revolver to the floor, unable to hold back any longer and knowing you’re about to scream, he clamps his hand over your mouth as he starts thrusting into you at an ungodly pace.

You grip onto his arms and push your manicured nails into his flesh so deeply that you draw blood, screaming into the palm of his hand as his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust. The angle allow his balls to slap against your clit wildly and your second orgasm of the night washes over you like a tidal wave.

You’re shaking so violently that he has to hold you up, pressed firmly against him so you wouldn’t collapse. Tears running down your face and mascara smudged, you look like an absolute fucked out mess and Elvis grunts and moans as he presses his nose against your temple, filling you up with his load after two more harsh thrusts.

It felt as if your limbs were made of jelly as he lets himself fall back on the chair once he pulled out of you, taking you with him. You weakly settle in his lap, turning around to face him, the both of you panting.

You could see his eyes had softened and he lets out a breathless laugh, smiling at you as he caresses your hair out of your face and brings your face closer to his, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love ya, honey.” He mumbles against your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself firmer against him.

“Love you more.”

“There ain’t no bullets in that thing,” He admits, a grin raising the corner of his mouth as you pull back and gasp in disbelief at him. “I jus’ needed ya a lil scared.”

Because being scared got you horny, and he knows that.

“Oh, you’re terrible, Elvis,” you laugh softly as you peck his lips and then hide your face in his neck, cuddling up to him. “I’m gonna quit my job. Be a good wife and give you lots of babies.”

He laughs softly and caresses his fingers through your hair, his other arm wound around your waist to keep you close to him. “Good. ’s All I ever wanted, baby.”

You didn’t need a career, didn’t need something to do when Elvis wasn’t around. As soon as the two of you would get married later this year, you’d give him a bunch of beautiful children and be the perfect little housewife.

Perhaps there was nothing for you in the outside world after all, because you had everything you wanted right here, in the bubble of Graceland. In Elvis' bubble, because that's where you belong.

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[watermelonsugacry]

any recent stage interactions with 1d band mate yn and harry? possibly on each other's tour?

(gif credit @stylesrecord 💚)

tons, lovie. tons

but the most recent one is in Amsterdam.

"Alright," Harry gathers up some of the wire from his microphone in his hand as he walks along the stage, the jewels and emblessments on his suits shining under the stage lights. "Is everyone having a good time?" 

He fixes his ear pieces as the crowd screams and cheers. The fans among the pit start raising up their signs as he walks by. "Good." 

He stops in his tracks at a particular sign, a smile tugging on his lips at what it says. 

He extends an arm out in the fan's direction, "Hello. Yup, yes you. What's your name? Cayla? With a C? Great sign, Cayla. You've written 'Call YN.'" 

The fans all scream once they see the sign on the big screens behind him. Cayla has the biggest smile on her face and if it wasn’t for her friends surrounding her, screaming in her ears, she might have thought she was dreaming. On second thought, she must be. How can Harry Styles staring straight at her with a smirk on his face be her reality?

"Okay." Harry shrugs nonchalantly and if the crowd wasn't screaming their heads off before, they sure were now. He walks over to his things in front of Sarah's section and uses the microphone for his team to hear to ask if one of his backstage crew members can bring him his phone. 

It's a given that he normally wouldn't do something this extreme but he can't help it when it comes to his fiancée. He knows that YN is currently in the next city over doing a casual rehearsal before her show the next night. She should be finishing up so he's sure it wouldn't be a bother to give her a quick call. 

Once he has his phone, he quickly swipes through it before her name is popping up on his screen. Once it's ringing, he brings his microphone to the speaker and the crowd is in a mixture of screaming in excitement and stilled in quietness from anticipation. But the phone isn't sounding through the speakers like it normally would. He furrows his eyebrows with a pout but then he hears a fan yell from the midst of the crowd.

"Put it on speaker!"

"It is on speaka'." He sasses back. "This is not my first rodeo, my friend. Put it on speaker." He mocks. YN’s witty attitude has been something that’s been rubbing off on him more than ever it seems. "It's not amateur hour up here." It isn't until he looks down at the screen that he realizes his error. "Oh, I haven't put it on speaker." 

He fixes it, acting like he totally wasn't in the wrong and smiles when he hears the ringing. It only takes a few rings before he hears his fiancée's voice.

"H? Are you alright?"

And the crowd bursts into excited screams.

"Hi baby."

He almost feels bad by how worried she sounds, clearly not expecting a call from him when she knows he's doing a show. He knows she's probably thinking the worst but when her laugh can be heard from through the phone, a bright smile takes over his face.

"Are yeh really calling me during a show?"

"Cayla told me to do this." He teases.

"Oh wait, hang on."

After a moment, Harry quickly accepts her facetime invite and her face pops up on his screen.

Her face is fresh and bare of any make up. Her hair is messily tied up on top of her head, some of it sticking to her forehead from having done a run through of her show, dance routines and all.

He holds his phone up for everyone to see her with a smile of a child who just made a grand accomplishment. 

"Hello Amsterdam!"

Harry brings her back to him, walking further up the stage with his microphone behind his back to solely speak with her. The fans don't know what they're talking about and only some can still see her face from their spots in the area. But whatever he's saying to her has her smiling and laughing. 

He turns back to the crowd for a moment in fake offensiveness, "Hush, m'on the phone." 

Their conversation doesn’t last very long and after a few more moments, he raises his phone to the crowd again. “Give it up for YN!”

YN blows kisses to the crowd as they yell and wave back at her. Although they can’t hear him say it, fans can read his lips and swear he tells her that he loves her before hanging up.

“YN! YN! YN!”

“Hey, this is about me!” He says after putting his phone away. But he can’t help but encourage the crowd to start barking and hooting with a pump of his fist.

“Alright, enough enough. Stop barking at my girl, the lot of yeh.”

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Please (with your finger)

Written for day 2 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 163

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: bound and begging

Warnings: smut, bondage, sub!Javier, implied trauma

Tag list: it's been forever since I wrote for this fandom, so I don't know who to tag anymore

Kultsi = gold (a Finnish term of endearment)

He’d been quiet all day. Aurora first noticed it when they got ready in the morning. He gave her the usual forehead kiss as he rolled out of bed, said ‘morning’ in that low voice still raspy from sleep. But there was no question about how she slept, nor any verbal answer to her question about whether or not he’d seen her purple plaid shirt. He’s not a talkative one, she knows that, but this is the most extreme it's been since Colombia.

“Javi,” she said as they got a moment to themselves while Chucho went to show the vet one of the heifers, “kultsi, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” he attempted to dismiss her concerns. Even turned his back to her, as if he hasn’t learned by now that she’ll circle around him to keep him from hiding his emotions.

“Nightmares are back?” The shock on his face was brief, but it was there. She was right. Then his features smoothed over, settled into well-practiced neutrality that Aurora is just as experienced at seeing through. Javier sighed, knowing the look in her eyes that told him she wasn’t letting this go.

“I’ll deal with it,” he said, again attempting to turn away when her hand landed at his forearm.

“Let me help you,” she urged. “For once in your life.”

“How?” He set both hands on his hips. “What, are you going to hop into my dreams and save everyone dying in there?” She paid no mind to the sharp words, well aware that the upset was directed more at himself than at her.

“I could try and help you relax.” She rubbed gently at his forearm. “Put you at ease so sleep comes easier and maybe with less terrors.” His face pinched together as he studied her in the afternoon sun out on the patio.

“How?” Javier asked again. That led to a long and hushed conversation, which then led to…this. 

⁂

She goes over the restraints again. Normally, they’ve been used on her when she’s in the mood to have Javi take care of her in such a way that it overrides her anxiety. She watches him now, his brow furrowed but from confusion rather than distress she thinks.

“Javier.” He turns to her as she speaks. “We can stop whenever you want.” He shifts beneath her, the seam of his jeans rubbing against the inside of her thigh and setting off a flash of heat.

“Not used to this,” he murmurs.

“I know.” She brushes curls away from his forehead. “So you have to promise to tell me if something doesn’t feel good.” Javier peers up at her, big brown eyes studying his fiancée. He nods.

“Promise,” he says. Aurora bends down, meeting him as he raises his head from the pillow, and they meet in a kiss. Just a peck, really, then she sits back up. They’ve already done away with his shirt, making sure that it was off before restraining his arms, and now she reaches for his zipper. Pulling at the tab, she reveals his bulge where it lies beneath black boxer briefs. Half-hard just from the anticipation. She pauses to squeeze him and hears a breath catch in his throat.

“You’re so fucking handsome, Javi,” she croons. “Can’t believe you trust me enough to do this.” She catches a smile playing over his features before it disappears again.

“You trust me enough.” She does. Trusts him enough to let him tie her to the headboard and settle between her legs even though others have put cuffs on her for cruelty’s sake. Aurora passes her hands along his thighs, feels the plump meat of them. He’s gotten better at eating ever since she moved in, not because she cooks for him but because there’s a routine now. It’s no longer work and/or drink until one of the two has him passing out in his childhood bedroom. His underwear lands on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes. Aurora bends down over him, presses her lips to his heated salty skin in a trail of open mouthed kisses along his collarbones, his neck, his cheeks. He’s trembling beneath her, breaths coming quick and shallow. When she pulls away, he goes to grab her. Or rather he tries to because the restraints keep his arms solidly low and to the sides. In plain view of him, Aurora spits into her upturned palm before reaching between his legs. As soon as she makes contact, his cock twitches in her hand and Javier begins to curse in a way that’s usually reserved for when the truck breaks down. She swipes the tips of her index and middle finger across his head where a bead of precum is glistening. He gaps as though he’s been punched in the gut, his stomach muscles contracting so violently that she has to clamp her thighs on either side of him.

“There,” he pants.

“What was that, kultsi?” she asks, smugly.

“There,” he repeats in a whine, “like that. Feels so fucking good.”

“Uh-huh?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “And what do we say when we want someone to do something for us?” Javier’s lips purse together, a scathing glare sent her way, but then she passes her thumb over his weeping head again and his throat bobs.

“Please,” he says between gritted teeth. “Please, querida, do that again. With your finger on my- Fuck!” The rest of his sentence becomes a drawn out groan as she presses the pad of her thumb to his tip and rubs circles into it. His whole body tenses, hips rising from the bed and feet scrambling to find purchase in the bed linen as he tries to push himself further into her touch. She holds him there, making herself as heavy as she can on top of him as her thumb keeps at the motion until she hears the change in his breathing, his telltale sign that he’s close, and she stops as abruptly as she started.

“Aurora…” he whines while she shifts on top of him. She pauses - raised on her knees and cock in her hand - to see if he’ll say stop but when he remains silent she angles him to her opening and sinks down. Javier sobs as she takes him into herself, his arms making a jerking motion as if to try and grab her again.

“Please…” He’s sweating, the curls she previously pushed away now sticking to his forehead and his eyes as wide as saucers. Aurora begins a cantering motion, rocking back and forth with a pleasant heaviness building in the pit of her stomach. It happens quicker than she thought it would. Something within her snaps, the climax surprising her with its intensity as it courses through her, and she squeezes Javi tightly between her thighs. He gasps again, closes his eyes and bites his lip. His hips stutter into motion, getting one, two thrusts in before he cums.

#nffalphabet #javier pena fic #javier pena x ofc #narcos fic

[echonk3]

999 Week 2023 - All

so went with something similar as last years and honestly thank god i got this done. this week came at a kinda shitty time in my life and they're short but i got them done

These guys have the be the weirdest fucking party you’ve all dealt with. Not the worst. God, they’re far from the worst. Most may be varying levels of drunk but they’re at least decently polite to you guys. At least all of these people are of drinking age.

Everything was normal at first. Decent amount of people, a bar, the common things. They even brought a few things to do. Including sudoku which seems to have been a bit of a sore point between two of the people there. A man who apparently walks strangely and had declared that he’s “high of life” and a woman, somebody he went on a loving tirade about since they’re fiancés, who’s wearing soft purples. They’re in an argument over who gets to do the sudoku… oh, wait. They’ve both conceded and are working together, even if it is a tad… chaotic.

An extremely drunk white-haired man has his arm around a sober silver-haired man. He’s blabbering apologies and crying as the other pats him on the back and tries to make him drink water. He does, and then starts laughing about other outcomes in a way too cheery tone as the silver-haired man just looks concerned.

One of the oldest of the group, a dark-haired woman that you swear is related to what looks like a pair of twins, goes over to the two while nursing a beer. Something that your coworker said that she said that she doesn’t usually have, but “eh, it’s there” so she has a big mug of beer as she says a few words to them.

The twins are talking very animatedly with the pink-haired girl, all quite drunk and doing some shit with each other’s hair. Honestly, you’re surprised they’re awake. There’s a hulking man, who just like the woman is nursing a beer, talking to a blond. You hear “love advice” and glances at the two now very aggressively doing sudoku. It’s odd, if not a bit funny. 

There’s a redhead talking with a man wearing beige. Both are just drinking water, having a pleasant conversation. You’re pretty sure they’re talking about ice cream flavours and which ones they like. They’re so normal compared to some of the others it makes you want to cry, and have ice cream. You feel like they both deserve ice cream. If only you guys served any.

There is a girl with a fading dye job, white with orange roots, arguing robotics with a dark-haired man. Both seem to have had enough to break the tolerance they seem to have, yet they’re able to argue about robotics and it sounds legit. As far as you know. But then the one with what seems to be natural white hair shouts some other thing across the room and suddenly they’re teamed up against him.

And then the argument starts to change and others join in before the dark-haired woman stands and shoves her beer up into the air.

“Shut up! I know it’s been a shitty year!” she says before taking a glance at the robotics man, the natural white-haired man and the sudoku woman. “Or decade! Or decades! But we did some amazing shit! And now it’s time to continue with the religion man!”

“To being alive!” The sudoku man shoves his drink in the air, to which the girl next to him shoves hers in the air and chugs it.

“Preach!” she yells.

“To no longer being kidnapped!” 

“To not being in a death game!”

“To having the fate of the world on us! Again!”

You are suddenly very worried about these people.

#zero escape #999 week

[rommahh]

[feeling very tired you guys. I was supposed to post this yesterday and im so sorry. I didnt get out of class until 9 pm last night and then went back to my room to decompress. I really enjoy this part, I cried writing it. I love you all.]

Part one

Your moms house was located in the small town of Moraga, California. It was dry and extremely hot here but you loved it. The comfort of your moms eclectic decorations and many potted plants made you feel a little better. Five days ago you came home with a cloudy head and an overwhelming sadness but now you felt fine. Sad of course, but fine.

It was sad not knowing where the future of your relationship was going. We’re you guys going to get married? It was scary to not have definite answers. You’ve been with Harry for seven years, is this where it ends?

The sound of your phone going off woke you up. You weren’t in a deep sleep but you were drifting in and out of consciousness.

Harry’s icon greeted you, the multiple heart emojis sat beside his nickname ‘Bubby.’

“Hello.” You grumble, sleep evident in your voice.

“Good morning love, how are you?” He asks, his voice is deep and guttural signaling that he must’ve just woken up as well. Everyday since you’ve left Harry called you. The conversations are short, with him just asking you how you are and telling you small affirmations. He missed you dreadfully and to hear your voice for a small moment of the day was enough for him.

"Im ok, what about you? Hows Tacoma? I haven't been on twitter or anything so I haven't checked any updates." You tell him, his stomach does a backflip. Normally you watch the lives, check twitter, interact with fans, he felt disconnected from you.

"Oh, the show was good. I haven't checked twitter either, just came back to the hotel and slept." You hum to acknowledgement putting him on speaker and letting him know you were checking twitter.

"It looks like no one liked the outfit, I like the pants are they velvet?" You ask scrolling through twitter. You hear Harry say yes and then start explaining the outfit choice but your focus is on a report of harry from the show. Harry opens his twitter as well and is faced with the same new article.

Did Harry and long time lover, Y/N, split?

Harry Styles came out on stage tonight with his fiancé, or ex-finances, engagement ring hung on a necklace. Harry proposed to Y/N over a month ago at one of his shows- what happened? Rumors say that he has another woman on the side, others say that Y/N broke It off because of her lack of fertility. In other words, Harry Styles may be back on the market!

All Y/N could hear was Harry dropping his phone as he ran to the bathroom to throw up. He's used to the media and the rumors but the fact that their relationship was on a tightrope wasnt a rumor. It hurt him to be in a place like this. He felt like he had fucked up something so good.

Harry heaved over the toilet as you listened. You sat up in your bed, scared for your boyfriend. "Bubba? Bub?"

Harry muttered a small 'fuck' before cleaning his mouth and returning to his phone. "Im sorry, fuck, im sorry."

The apology at face value was for him running away to the bathroom but deep down the apology was for so much more. He was sorry. He never wanted your name to be in any tabloids out of negativity. He felt sick.

"Its ok bubby, get some water, and- and some crackers. It ok." The words are rushed with concern. The tabloid was disgusting. You knew Harry would never cheat on you and your fertility was nothing to be discussed.

"Its not ok, I'll- I'll get someone to get it deleted. Im-" He gags again, sobs wracking in his chest.

"Harry answer the FaceTime." The FaceTime chime rings through his phone, he answers trying to wipe as much tears as he could. His face was red, eyes clenched shut as he tried to catch his breathe.

"This isn't what I wanted, Im sorry my love. I should've talked to you about Australia." He wails. You've never seen Harry like this, so distraught and overwhelmed with emotion. He was emotional during your fight when he sent you home but now he seems ten times worse. There nothing scarier than thinking that a seven year relationship is going down the drain.

"I hear you Harry but im still mad. This isn't a situation where an apology Is it. I want actions, I want it to seem genuine and real. I don't want us to be over but I do get worried when you make plans that deter from our relationship." Harry watched you intently as you spoke, hand wiping the tears away. "I love you very much and I know we arent done but you hurt me when you act like our relationship is nothing."

"Im sorry for hurting you. S'never my intention, im just dumb sometimes." He knows he fucked up but he's willing to do whatever it takes to get you back.

"I love you Harry. I, um, I have to go. Please don't pay any attention to the tabloids and meditate to calm down, ok?" He nods.

"Ok, I love you. Youre beautiful, youre kind, youre strong, and youre an amazing human being." He whispers to you. His affirmations brighten your mood. With one final goodbye you hang up.

When the call is over you start to cry. There was nothing worse than seeing Harry cry. It’s hard to watch the person you’re in love with become ill with sadness.

You didn’t want your relationship with Harry to be like this. This has been the hardest five days of your life. There has never been a moment like this in the seven years of your relationship.

It’s been weeks since you met Harry Styles. Weeks of texting, weeks of Skyping while you read him your favorite books, weeks of just getting to know each other. And after all of those weeks, you both knew that you liked each other.

It was hard to communicate over the phone and laptop but you guys made it work. Harry always looked forward to your Skype calls, he appreciated the way that you would stay up late or early depending on the time zone just to read and talk to him.

When the tour ended you didn’t really know where your relationship stood. Was he just going to go back home to London and forget you? Would he return to LA and act like he didn’t know you?

Not to be cheesy but you’re a normal girl. You’re not a model or another a-list celebrity. Harry had no real reason to to be with you. These thoughts flooded your mind as you worked your shift at the library. Moraga’s public library was not busy on a slow Thursday afternoon.

You pushed a cart of returned books around the grand library placing the books in their designated place. It was only you and your boss working today, your boss sitting at the front desk as you organized the books.

The quiet that covered the library was interrupted by the grand library doors being shoved open. You could hear small conversation happening but you stuck to organizing the books.

“Hey, can you help me find this one book? It’s called the fault in our stars.” You hear a voice ask you from behind.

“Of course let me just put this away.” You answer still not turning around as you tuck your final book into the shelf. You turn on your heels and come to a full stop. In front of you stood Harry. His long hair was pushed back my a rolled headband and a t-shirt sat on his frame loosely. Your hands were at your chest trying to calm you down.

“Holy crap Harry.” You launch yourself into his arms, gleeful giggles escaping your mouth. Harry held you tightly in his arms enjoying the way that you fit in his arms perfectly. Harry stepped back to look at you up and down, it caused you to blush. You had a long skirt on and a loose fitted t shirt tucked into it. Harry thought you looked amazing.

“Hi love.” He murmured, a cute little smile on his face as he greets you. You nudge his shoulder back with you hand still looking at him in shock.

“What are you doing here? I know tours done but shouldn’t you be back home sleeping?” You still couldn’t believe he was here or the fact that he hadn’t let go of your hand. His rings were cold against your warm skin.

“Well Moraga was on my path home so I came to see my girl.” He blushes at his own statement, apprehensive of the words that he has just said. His girl. It made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Also you knew Moraga was no where close on his trip home.

“Your girl?” You mumble with a shy smile. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be your guy if you have me?”

You grab the back of his neck pulling him down for a kiss. He reciprocated the kiss with just as much passion, arms encasing you again.

You both pull away hesitantly wanting nothing more than you continue kissing you and feeding that connection that has been building since the first time you guys met in that bookstore.

"I need you to ask me the question properly." You joke kissing the pam of his hand. He looks down at you with a smile, dimple forming adorably.

"Y/N, the past few weeks have been the best moments of my life. From the books, to the late night tour bus conversations, you've made my life improve drastically. So, do me the honors of being my girlfriend."

A pause.

You roll your eyes shoving harry away, he looks at you offended. "at least buy me dinner first you jerk."

Your facade doesn't last before your bursting out with laughter and attacking Harrys face with kisses. "Id love for you to be my boyfriend."

Harry lets out a sigh of relief before grasping you in a bear hug. He knew that this was it for him, he could feel it.

Harry had a plan. He had a plan on how to get you back. Maybe he was going in a little bit over his head, but he would do anything to get you back, anything.

From the moment he got off the phone with you to the few seconds before the show in his little box, up until the last moments before he went to bed. He woke up early the next morning with new plane tickets to the small town of Moraga, California.

You prayed that today would be a better day and it worked. Twitter wasnt flooded with mean tabloids spreading rumors or people discussing the contents of your fertility. Twitter was filled with beautiful photographs of your boy- well Harry and fans who were sending you the nicest tweets supporting you and Harry.

Walking into the kitchen, your parents quickly switched from shed voices to completely silent. You looked at them suspiciously as they looked around the room avoiding eye contact.

"Whats going on?" You inquire. Dad pours you a cup of hot coffee, putting the cream in sugar in just as you liked it. He pats the tall island seat beside him putting the coffee on the surface. You sit beside him humming at the taste of the perfectly crafted coffee.

"Good morning my baby, nothing is going on. Dont ask weird questions." Dad replies sipping his own coffee and turning on his kindle to read his latest book. Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention to your mom who's standing over the stove making scrambled eggs.

"Good morning mommy, what's your plans for the day?"

"Oh, well, we have plans today, have some stuff to do." She doesn't give many details spooning food onto a plate to give to you.

"Oh? What are we doing today?"

"We were invited to a party tonight so we are going to get all dolled up and what not." Vague. Your mother tries hard to be vague, not letting of the secrets slip out.

Your mom takes you all around town shopping, your last stop before the party was a dress shop. The dress shop was pretty fancy, not really in your budget of any sort.

"Ma, why are we here?" You question looking at the rack of beautiful dresses.

"The party tonight has a dress code, you can't go in those jeans." She looks at your jeans in distaste, not understanding the 'mom jeans' phenomena.

"Rude much."

The dresses here were gorgeous, you never knew this little shop existed having grown up in this town. Your hand stops on one dress, its beading made you swoon.

"How dressy do I need to dress?" You call out to your mom. She walks behind you to the dress letting out a large gasp.

"Oh, you need to try that on."

The dress glides onto your body, fitting ever nook and cranny of your body perfectly. Mom has to hold back tears looking at you, she didnt want her emotions to maybe reveal any secrets.

"Its a beautiful dress but ma, it costs so much." You admire yourself in the mirror. For the first time in a few days, you felt beautiful. Mom had did you hair this morning and you did your makeup just the way you liked so you could feel good for the day. All of those pieces combined with the dress made you feel spectacular.

"Dont worry about the price. Now cmon, lets go and pay, we are running short on time." Your mom makes a move to the cash register to pay.

"Wait, we are going to the party now? Im just gonna show up in this dress?" You ask following after her. She stops at a rack of shoes, pretty, clear heels in your size catch her eyes. She snatches them off the rack and shoves them into your chest.

"Ope!" You huff at her force. You pull your shoes off and replace them with the heels. Your mom had her own dress on and matching heels. You watch as she pulls out a distinguishable black credit card, your eyes go wide.

"Hey, is that Harry's? How did you get that? Mom what is going on?"

"Shush, stop asking me questions!" Your mom refuted your questions taking the receipt and hurrying out to the car that is waiting for the two of yo. Your confusion grows more.

Sliding into the black rover you turn to your mom, "Mom, what is going on? We came in a cheap ass uber and now we are in a Range Rover? Do you know how expensive this is going to be!"

"Hush girl!"

The car starts taking you out of the town, into the outskirts where large houses and farms were located. A sharp turn is made and then you guys are driven down a long dirt road. The dirt road slowly turns into pretty cobble stone lined with small twinkle lights. The car rounds to the front of the barn that's at the end of the dirt road. In front of the barn awaits you dad, dressed in his finest.

"Mom?" You gasp. Your mom smiles at you helping you out of the car.

"Hi pumpkin." Dad greets you as you feet hit the cobblestone ground. The barn doors were closed waiting for your entrance.

"Dad what's going on?" He takes you arm in his.

"New day pumpkin. You have got this man In your life that has made you the brightest I have ever seen you. So here, take this bouquet and lets do this." He hand you a bouquet of flowers, flowers you that had pinned in your Pinterest when planning the wedding with Harry.

The barns doors open wide and there he is. Dressed in all white, like you were, was Harry. His suit tailored to fit him perfectly. A nervous smile was on his face as he spoke to his groomsman, Mitch. The sound of the door opening makes him look up and there you are.

The dam breaks. Harry starts crying, heavy sobs escaping him. The music starts playing, a song he wrote for you. Your heart is beating so fast that it may flutter out of your chest. The iside of the barn looks exactly how you described it to Harry.

"I want fairy lights and pretty bushels of flowers. Oh, and the theme has to have that sage green color I love, but other than that, I want the wedding to be as natural as possible."

He took everything you said and made it happen. Your dad leads you down the aisle with small steps. Your mom walks behind you fixing the tail of your dress. At the end of the aisle, dad shakes Harrys hand with a strong grip, his eyes telling everything Harry needs to know. Harry hugs your mother next, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a thank you.

Its your turn now. You stand in front of Harry five days after one of your biggest fights, a wedding. Your greatest friends sit in the seats watching happily. Sarah on your bridesmaid side and Mitch on the other side of Harry. The rest of the band sits wearing matching suits like they would at a show. Your child hood friends sit around them. There were a few more of your family but two people catch your eye. Anne and Gem with the brightest of smiles, Anne looking close to tears.

"Your moms here?" You utter. Harry let out a quiet laugh at the fact that those are the first words that you say to him. "Harry what's-"

"I love you and I knew a few days ago I messed up terribly. I don't think Ive ever done something worse to someone I love. You said you needed actions and this is what I thought of. I took everything from your spreadsheet and made it real. I knew you wanted to be close to home so your family could be here so I chose this venue. I want to get married but know that this isn't a coercion of any sort, if you don't want this today just say so-"

"I want this today." You cut him off. Everyone in the venue laughs.

"Ok, lets do this."

The officiant says his part and then comes the vows. You've had vows written for five years, its odd but you did. Harry goes first.

"Y/N, or my bubs, baby, love, you know the rest," he smiles, "seven years ago I met you, the brightest thing in my life. I was in a dark period of my life, touring everyday, getting three hours of sleep, and I broke. Then I met you. You were everything I needed in my life. You read me The Fault In Our Stars and I fell for you, hard. I can't wait to live the rest of my life with you, in a home, and with a baby or two. I can't wait to give you all of the things you want in life and more.

To conclude my vow, I um," he chokes up, "I have a quote from our book and it goes: I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

The venue was filled with sniffles, Harrys words bringing everyone to tears. He looks at you as if youre the only one in the room, it makes you melt. You knuckle the tears off of your face before wiping the tears from his face.

"You idiot," you both laugh, "Ive had my vows written for five years now and now I get to say them. Harry Styles, a bright shining celebrity to everyone but the very normal, fry stealing, and dirty sock boyfriend to me. I first saw you on stage during a One Direction concert and I always thought that who ever would end up being with you is beyond blessed. Turns out im the beyond blessed one. I cherish our dumb conversations about nothing, or the late night junk food binges that we go on, and I especially enjoy the time we have spent together just growing up.

You've grown up together, learning new things about life and I don't think there's anyone else in my life that I could've experienced life with. Im in this for the long run Harry. Im ready for the long run bubby." You finish with a soft smile.

The officiant continues with his final words, "and now we've come to the moment that you both have been waiting for. Mr Styles you may now kiss your spouse, Mrs. Styles."

The room erupts in cheers as you both fall into each other. The kiss is passion and full of love. He kisses you like he's never kissed you before, gripping your body tight to his own body. Five days was too long to be separated but your connection never disappeared.

"Fuck I love you so much." He mumbles again your mouth.

"I love you too."

This was the best night of your life. You were surrounded by all of your greatest friends and family, the music was beautiful, and the night was spent dancing. Harry got you two a hotel room to stay in for the evening, your mother already having a bag packed and ready to go for you in Harrys car. You two say goodbye to everyone, waving and smiling as rose petals are thrown over your heads as you walk out.

The hotel room is decorated with beautiful white petals that trail down the hallway to the bed. Theres a large bathtub already filled with hot water, oils, and rose petals.

He lets you walk into the room, placing your bags by the door.

"Lets get in the bath." He suggest walking behind you to wrap you in his arms. You nod, agreeing with him. Youre too enamored by the day to notice that he's gently pulling the zipper of your dress down and moving it down your body. He didnt care that you were wearing your worst underwear, nothing sexy about them, but he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

Settling the bath, he sits across from you with his legs on either side of your body. You notice that he's brought his small iPad into the bathroom and its placed on the small side table by the grand tub.

"Thank you for today Harry, you really did prove yourself to me." You say looking at the man in front of you. You lean forward with a wet hand to move his hair off of his forehead. Before you can sit back he grabs you so youre sitting on his lap. He smirks at you, kissing you on the lips.

"Id do anything for you and im sorry that I didnt show that to you before." he apologizes again. The bathroom is warm with sexual tension, his hands grabbing your bum with a strong grip. It feels so good making you keen. You move your legs to straddle over him. His cock slid in between your wet folds. Harry groans as he maneuvers you down onto his cock.

"Oh fuck." You moan loudly.

You ride him like you've missed his cock for days, and you did. He split you open with his girth. Every vein and ridge rubbing you in all the right ways. You both find yourself humming harshly, Harrys moan louder than yours. His plans on the iPad are long forgotten as you slump against his chest.

He hears you sniffle, scaring him. "What's wrong?"

"I just missed you so much and- and I don't want to be away from you but I want you to be happy so if you need to go to Australia I won't hold you back." You cry holding his cheeks in your hands to look deep in his eyes.

"Im not going anywhere, here lets get out of the bath so I can show you something." He helps you out, confusion deep in your bones.

Dressed in matching pajamas, he grabs the iPad and joins you in bed. The iPad is opened to a set of photos. Beautiful photos of a large house.

"Whats that?" He settles the iPad in your lap flipping through the photos.

"Thats our new house in L.A."

You gasp, eyes tearing up.

"I wanted to find something here but It was difficult for work and I know you love L.A. and your friends there."

"Harry I don't..." You're gobsmacked by the beautiful house in front of your eyes.

"Ive been building this house for the past year, I just didnt know when to show you. Ive been an ass these past few days and im sorry, I really am sorry." The photos in front of you show you four large bedrooms, an office, a small little library nook for you, a large kitchen, dining room, living room, and then one last little room. You look at him in confusion.

"Whats this room?" It has pastel yellow walls with tiny giraffes bordering the center.

"Well, that's, um, that's our baby room. When we have a little Bub." He's shy again, nervous that he went too far. You choke out a sob. Dropping the iPad beside you, youre in his lap in seconds hugging him as tight as you could. Harry didnt care that he couldn't breath, you hugging him was the best feeling in the world.

"A baby room?" You sit back looking him in the face.

"Yeah, you were right for being mad. I don't want to wait five years for a baby. I know you want a family now and that's what I want too. I shouldn't let the flash and excitement of being famous get to my head. You come before anything in my life." You could tell he meant every word.

"What about Australia?" You question.

"I told them I couldn't do anything longer than a few months. If I film I can only to a few months of filming on site and then I need to be home for the next few months. I want you to always go with me but that's for you to decide."

As his words settled in you, the excitement grew. You squealed, hands pumping air. Harry lets out a deep belly laugh. This is all you both ever wanted, especially you. It took seven years to get to a place of content like this.

"Thank you for everything bubby." You thank him after calming down.

"Id do anything for you, never want live life without you."

"And you never will."

They fall asleep in each others arms, happy and content. These past five days have been the hardest days of both of your lives but here you were, over the hill. As you both slept, so did the little forming bean in your belly too. A little present for the future.

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SFW Alphabet - Elliot Stabler

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Elliot is very affectionate when it’s just the two of you. He loves to cuddle and kiss you and feel your body. Elliot loves any kind of physical touch. He’s a bit restrained when it comes to other people being around though. He’ll hug you or give you a quick kiss on the lips or forehead but he’d rather keep the displays of affection private.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You and Elliot would meet at a bar late at night after his shift. He was having a really bad day; no leads on a brutal rape case, working all day and night, not being able to sleep, and not being allowed to see his kids as they were with his ex, Kathy. You were having some drinks with a friend on your night off. After your friend left, you watched as Elliot chugged beer after beer. He noticed you sitting alone, empty glass sitting in front of you on the bar top. Due to the alcohol, he had the confidence to strike up a conversation with you (which he normally wouldn’t do when sober), offering to buy you a drink. You took up his offer and sat at the bar and drank and talked with him for hours after that, realizing just how good the two of you were getting on.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Elliot loves to cuddle. It’s one of his favorite things to do after a long, hard day. Elliot enjoys the intimacy and closeness that comes with cuddling. He loves holding you close to him in any way that he can. As long as he can feel your skin on his, he’s more than happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Elliot is scared of settling down again since things didn’t go so well the first time. However, because of settling down the first time, he is an expert at cooking and cleaning. He has five kids to take care of, so he knows what needs to be done around the house to keep his family healthy and happy. While he doesn’t always have time to do things like laundry or dishes, he makes sure that everyone always has what they need.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Elliot had to break up with you, it’d be in person, no question about it. There’s no way that Elliot would even think to try to break up with you over the phone. He didn’t want to break up with you, but his life was just becoming too hectic and negative and he just couldn’t keep you around for it all. He felt as though he couldn’t give you what you deserved. It broke him inside to have to let you go.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they want to get married?)

Elliot is apprehensive about getting married. While he is very committed to you, he’s worried about what would happen if he got married again. He wasn’t at all expecting to get divorced from Kathy, so thinking about the possibility of that happening once more scares him. He doesn’t want to put himself or his kids through something like that again.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

While Elliot is a big bad cop and all, he’s almost always super gentle when it comes to you. He never wants to push or break any boundaries, even if you say it’s okay. Although, sometimes if he’s overly stressed or tired, or has just had a bad day, sometimes he’ll accidentally snap or yell at you. He immediately feels bad about it afterwards and apologizes so many times, even when you tell him that it’s okay and that you understand why he did it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they hug? What are their hugs like?)

Elliot loves hugs. While he only hugs certain people, those certain people get hugged all the time. Elliot gives big, long bear hugs. He just needs to feel the closeness of someone, the comfort of holding someone or being held. His hugs are warm and tight in the best way possible. If you’re lucky enough to be hugged by Elliot, it’ll be the best hug you’ve ever had.

I = I love you (How long does it take for them to say the L word? How do they say it?)

It takes Elliot quite a while to say I love you, but only because he wants to make sure that he really means it. He doesn’t want to end up getting into another failed relationship. When he finally does say it, it’s late at night after Elliot gets home from work. He’s had a particularly hard day, and you let him vent to you. He ends up getting emotional from stress and lack of sleep, and he breaks down. He sobs into your chest as you hold him. “I’m just so lucky to have you here with me when I need you... I.. I love you.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

Elliot gets jealous, but not too jealous. He doesn’t usually have a reason to be jealous, because he knows what’s his and he’s confident in that. If anything, he gets jealous because he knows what people can be like and he doesn’t want them around those who he loves and cares about. When he gets jealous, he usually keeps it to himself. He bites his tongue, because he knows that if he doesn’t, he’ll probably do or say things that he’ll regret later.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Elliot loves kissing you. It may be cliche, but his favorite place to kiss you is your lips. He can look right into your eyes, smile, and be as close to you as he can, your lips moving in sync with his. Elliot’s kisses are gentle yet rough at the same time. If he’s in a hurry to leave, Elliot will kiss your hair or your temple. He hates leaving without kissing you. When it comes to Elliot’s preferences, he loves being kissed on his neck and chest. It’s so comforting to him. He just melts into your touch.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Elliot is amazing with kids. Having five of his own, he definitely knows the ins and outs of what to do and not do. While he’s extremely overprotective of his kids (and even children who aren’t biologically his), it’s only because he loves them and wants to keep them from the horrible things that he sees every day on the job. Children that he meets through SVU trust and open up to him very easily.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Elliot are always unpredictable. Some days, you wake up in bed by yourself. Other days, you have long, sleepy cuddle sessions until one of you decides that it’s time to eat breakfast. On occasion, the house is full with Elliot’s kids, sitting at the table waiting for their breakfast. Elliot stands in the kitchen in his robe, cooking food for everyone, his coffee never far away from him. Elliot isn’t a morning person, but he makes the most of every morning because he feels he has to.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Elliot are unpredictable, just like mornings are. Sometimes you’re home alone all night, not seeing Elliot until the early morning. Other times, the two of you are cuddled up on the couch, eating takeout and catching up on each other’s days. If it’s been a particularly bad day for Elliot, you make him dinner and you massage his shoulders and his back and give him all of the attention that he wants or needs. Some nights, all Elliot wants to do is have sex. It doesn’t happen as often as he’d like since he’s almost never home. What Elliot does once he’s home at night is always up to him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they reveal things all at once or wait a while and reveal them more slowly?)

Elliot would reveal the more obvious details of his life right away, and then slowly start to share more of the private stuff later on. He’d make it known that he’s divorced, has five children, is an SVU detective, etc, but the details delving into those things would take longer for Elliot to share. Elliot would rather be open without being too open when it comes to people he’s still getting to know.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It doesn’t take much for Elliot to get angry, especially when it comes to his job. He just gets so worked up so fast, and he can’t control it. Often times when Elliot is angry, he’s passive aggressive as well. When he really wants to, he can be patient, but he absolutely hates it. He can’t stand waiting. Elliot tries so hard to be calm and patient when it comes to you or the kids, though. He ends up feeling horrible if he accidentally lashes out at any of you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you?)

Surprisingly enough, Elliot remembers a lot more about you than you’d think. He’s a great listener, but you’d expect him to forget about a lot of things because of how much he learns about and absorbs from his job. You’ll be having a conversation with Elliot and he’ll chime in randomly with a “oh, like when you...” or a “remember that time...” Your eyes light up when you realize how much he actually remembers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite memory of your relationship?)

Elliot’s favorite memory of your relationship is when he realized that he was in love with you. After his divorce, he didn’t know if he could love anyone else again. He was so scared that he’d end up being alone for the rest of his life. But that night, when Elliot couldn’t hold himself together anymore, you were right there by his side. You listened to him and you let him vent and cry and you held him and comforted him when he was at such a low point in his life. At that moment, he knew that he was capable of loving again. The hope and love that that moment gave him alone is what makes it his favorite memory of your relationship.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Elliot is extremely protective. He doesn’t want to even think about the things that could happen to you or his kids if he doesn’t keep an eye out. He knows how horrible and disgusting people can be, so he wants to keep you and the kids away from that as much as possible. Elliot calls you multiple times a day to check up on you and make sure that you’re safe and doing okay. Whenever he goes anywhere, he always has his gun on him in case it’s needed. Elliot will go to any lengths to make sure you and his kids are safe and protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When Elliot does something, he always puts his all into it. It doesn’t matter what it is, he will never settle for the bare minimum. That’s just who Elliot is as a person. While he doesn’t always have the time to do big, special things for you or the kids, he’ll make the time to make it big and special because he knows how important it is. He loves seeing the ones he loves happy.

U = Ugly (What are some of their bad habits?)

Besides his occasional anger issues, Elliot tends to drink a little too much when he’s stressed or in a negative situation. He’s not good at dealing with his emotions, and to him, it’s just easier to turn to alcohol to help him instead. Not to mention, Elliot may or may not be a coffee addict. But who isn’t, right? What else is going to help him cope with the lack of sleep?

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Elliot wants to look decent and presentable, but he’s not all that worried about his looks. When it comes to work, obviously he’s going to put some effort into his appearance with dress shirts and trousers, and the occasional jacket, but besides that, he couldn’t care less. However, if it’s a super special occasion, Elliot will go all out in a suit and tie.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Elliot would definitely notice if you were gone. He’d try his hardest to forget about it, but every now and then he’d be reminded of you or he’d think about you randomly. Elliot would never tell anyone, but he’d be really struggling without you. He wouldn’t realize just how much you mean to him until you’re gone.

X = Xtra (A random head canon of them)

As much as it doesn’t seem like it, Elliot takes his health very seriously. He’s very conscious of what goes on in his mind and body and is the first one to go to the doctor’s when he thinks something is wrong. Not to mention, Elliot is always working on his body. He’ll go on mile long runs in the morning or afternoon when he’s not working, or he’ll lift weights or do a bunch of push and pull ups when he’s got some free time at home. He loves working out, it helps him clear his mind.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like in a partner or in general?)

Elliot wouldn’t want anything to do with anyone who doesn’t respect him or his family. Everything he does is for him and his family. Nothing else matters. If anyone were to question or doubt that, Elliot would already be sending them on their way out of his life. No one fucks with Elliot and his family.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Elliot snores SO BAD. It doesn’t matter whether he’s alone or with you or with literally anyone else, his snores will definitely be heard by everyone. Elliot is always so overly tired that once he’s asleep, he’s out cold. It gets so bad that sometimes you have to go sleep on the couch or in one of the other bedrooms. And of course, Elliot completely denies it. “I don’t snore that loud!”

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Siblings

Bio!Dad Bruce

Day 3: Siblings

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Mari had agreed to go to Gotham after Gina, Tom, and Sabine's funeral. And now I am sweating bullets, not for how she will react, oh no I am far more worried about how the boys will. Maybe having a civilian in the manor will curb some of their unsavory habits.

When I asked Mari and she agreed I could tell this was going to be eventful. She asked if she had any siblings.

"Biologically, legally, or emotionally?" I responded completely serious, "There is a difference."

She thought for a moment before saying "Legally because I already know I have a biological brother" she stated with a smile.

"How did you know that?" he asked her.

"DNA testing project for an ethnicity and ancestor report." Marinette said casually, "So how many siblings legally?" she pushed.

He sighed "Seven but it might as well be eleven with how often Barbara, Stephanie, Jon, and Roy are at the mansion."

"Can you tell me a bit about them. Maybe even the measurements!"

After he had given enough information to spur her creativity, Mari could only be described as a tempest of creative energy.

By the time we were to board the jet to Gotham there was a suitcase filled with only gifts, he had lost count after the sixth gift, but she still added some more. By the time they landed she had a rough idea of what she was getting herself into.

To his shock the boys hadn't tried to figure out where he was and that in itself was a blessing. The boys knew that she existed but were never interested in finding her and to quote Jason 'Save her from the insanity that surrounds this family.' Yet he was about to change that.

He had told Alfred that someone would be staying in the manor but to only leave a car at the airport and he would drive them in. Thank god at least one person listens to him.

The ride to the manor was silent conversation wise. But the constant scratching of a pencil as Mari designed inspired by Gotham's architecture filled the quiet.

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Before leaving Paris, Mari found out she has seven siblings, 1 biological and 6 adoptive and 4 practically siblings, she will have to figure that part out. Bruce told her all about them and got her their measurements and that includes the one of Bruce's butler/father figure and his fiancée Selina. So in one suitcase there were 13 individually wrapped gifts that even Bruce didn't know what they were. The Miracle box, disguised as a sewing caddy, was among her things, but the horse miraculous and Kaalki were in her purse along with Tikki.

Oh kwamii how am I going to keep this secret if I’m going to be in another country along with being in a house with more than a dozen other people.

Once touching down in Gotham she began sketching, one because she was nervous and two Gotham's architecture was gorgeous. She didn't even realize that they had arrived at the manor until the engine cut.

"Let's introduce you to everyone" Bruce stated with a sigh and a small smile. They left the bags in the car and walked up the steps. As they neared the door they heard it.

"Get back here Todd" one extremely angry voice sounded.

"Dick HELP ME" another voice yelled.

They opened the door and there was quite the scene. Who she believes is Damian is chasing, who she is mostly sure is Jason, with a... is that a katana? And who she is certain must be Dick is trying and failing to stop Damian. In fact he is now also being chased. She looks over and Bruce is sighing looking completely done and with someone next to him.

"Hello and welcome to Wayne Manor." the man states, Alfred if she had to guess.

"Hello Alfred I presume” Mari greets him.

“That would be correct Miss…” Alfred responds.

“Marinette. Um this normal?" Mari asks.

"Unfortunately” Bruce states in a resigned tone.

"Huh" is all she says as she formulates a plan. The boys haven't noticed them yet so that is a plus, but what to do. Then she got an idea so she sprang into action. She watched for any pattern in the chase and when she found one she hid. She was next to the stairs in the perfect position to pounce. By this time Bruce and Alfred were watching her curious to what she was planning. She never left her hiding spot, but when Damian paused to look for Dick and Jason near her she moved. She took the katana and replaced it with a bouquet of flowers and went back to standing between Bruce and Alfred still holding the blade.

"How did you?" Bruce questioned her but she just gave him a smirk and spoke loud enough to get not only Damian’s attention but Dick and Jason’s who were hiding behind the couch.

"I thought you didn't tell them I was coming and here is Damian with flowers. Or wait who is the lucky person?" This got everyone's attention in the manor, if it wasn’t already.

“What the?" Damian stared at the flowers in his hand, while Dick and Jason came out of hiding.

The three boys were looking between her, holding the katana Damian was previously chasing them with, and the flowers in Damians hand. Then they began to stare between her and Bruce before finally someone spoke, "Seriously Bruce another one" Jason, yup definitely Jason, was the first to respond.

"Nice to meet you too" Mari replied. When she looked at Bruce he was still in shock but was now sporting a smirk. "Jason right"

She was holding the katana in her left hand while pointing at Jason with her right hand, he was tall and his build was most like Bruce he had blue eyes and black hair but had a white streak in the front, he nodded acknowledging she was right.

She then continued "I'm going with Dick, right?" she moved on and the oldest, who again only nodded his head, he looked the most like Bruce with his black hair and blue eyes but he was leaner.

"And your Damian" she finished with those in the room, he had tanned skin and green eyes that were complemented by his black hair.

"Is that my katana?" Damian asked, his voice seemed to be a mixture of disbelief, anger, and dare she even say awe, and all eyes seemed to focus on the blade in her hand.

"Yes" She responds with a smile.

"Honestly Mari how did you do that?" Bruce asked her once again.

"You learn to take objects off of an Akuma if you get caught up in too many attacks." she shrugged. She moved towards Damian and handed back his sword. "I'm Marinette by the way."

"Seriously B your missing for two weeks with no notice and come back with your Daughter. Who I might add was able to take Demon spawns sword without him noticing. Why wouldn't you warn us you were coming back with her! Or I don’t know going to find her at all!” Another person walked out into the hallway. Honestly he seemed ready to fall asleep and was holding a huge cup of coffee, he then turned towards me. He also had blue eyes and black hair but it was the longest of the boys. "I'm Tim, nice to finally meet you" he stated with a smile before turning back to Bruce with a slight frown.

At Tim's appearance and statement Jason and Dick burst into confused screams and wild gestures in Dick’s case, while Damian stood there analyzing her before giving a nod of his head. Bruce looked done but it was Alfred who spoke. "Perhaps it would be best to discuss this over lunch along with everyone else?"

"That would be best. Thank you Alfred." Bruce responded. "In the meantime why don't we you get settled."

With that Bruce and her walked back to the car to get her bags. Jason and Dick followed them out, and helped to get her things. Alfred led the five to a room where she began to put things away, only Jason stayed to help her finish her task.

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The day had started as normally as any other in Wayne Manor, but no one, and I mean no one was ready for this tiny little french teen with the biggest blue eyes to get the drop on any of them. Let alone be able to take Demon Spawns sword without him noticing.

To say Jason was intrigued was an understatement. Seriously how did she do that, because he sure as hell isn't believing that excuse, like what the hell is an akuma attack. Bruce, Dick, and I helped her bring her bags into the room Alfred prepared. He was the only one who stayed to help her. One because if she could get the drop on the Demon then he had to win her over as a pranking ally. Two she was his sister now and he isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be.

While helping her set up her room he found it, it was a suitcase filled with wrapped boxes. Now if she is my sister then let the blackmail material begin, but not without some teasing thrown into the mix.

"What's with the presents in the case Bluebell," Jason asked, throwing in a nickname to see if Marinette would have any type of a reaction. Because who packs presents unless it was a distraction or trying to hide something.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a smirk and heat tilt. Well not the reaction he had hoped for.

"So what was that thing you said archery attack was it?" this got a reaction, but not one he was expecting.

"You don't know about the akuma attacks?" she was a mix of fear and surprise and he was unsure how he was supposed to react to that. Lucky for him as he was about to speak Tim and Dick came in and told them lunch was ready.

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Jason not knowing about akuma attacks was odd and she didn't know how to react to his question. He was about to respond but Dick and Tim came in, and told them lunch was ready. They walked into the dinning room and inside were too many faces. She recognized Bruce and Damian. Tim, Dick, and Jason walked in with her.

"We're here" Dick dramatically announced, and all of a sudden all eyes were on her.

"OMG she is so cute!" a blonde yelled "Are we sure she is yours Bruce."

"Yes Stephanie. I am sure" Bruce answered almost amused. "Why don't you introduce yourself before you suffocate her."

"Ya, Ya," she waved him off "I'm Stephanie Brown" she stated as she continued to hug her.

The introductions included Stephanie, Cassandra or she said Cass, Duke, Roy, Barbara, Selina, and Jon. During lunch they asked her about herself she stayed in the realm of civilian, but Jason again brought up the akuma attacks so she explained a bit about the Paris situation and referred to them to Aurore's blog 'BugOut'.

She figured out the meaning of her practically siblings

Jon was Damian's best friend as Roy was Jason's because of this they spent large amounts of time with the family . The blonde who tackled her, Stephanie, was dating Tim and Barbara was a close family friend to everyone.

Afterwards she ended up giving everyone their gifts and Damian challenged her to a spar. The fact that no one, except Bruce having a partial reason, had any idea why she could hold her own was priceless. Seriously everyone's jaw was on the floor and Bruce looked like he was plotting something but it seemed to quickly leave his thoughts. All in all it was a good first day with her new family.

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HOLIDAY SURPRISE

A @starseternalnighttriumphant X @empire-of-wildfire CHRISTMAS MINI-FIC COLLABORATION

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Cassian Laskaris’s personal phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, causing him to frown. Almost no one bothered him on his phone while he was at work, so he fished it out of the deep pocket and looked at the name that flashed on the screen. A sigh followed by a small smirk, he answered the call and put the phone up to his ear.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Funny,” Rhys answered, voice full of amusement. “I was just checking for cold feet.”

“Are you sure you meant to call me and not Feyre?” Cassian drawled.

“Hers are warm and currently playing footsie with mine.” There was a shuffle and Feyre’s tinkling laugh in the background. “I just want to make sure you’re actually coming.”

Rhys’s worry was genuine, but it still grated Cassian’s nerves. He had promised his found brother he would be there for his wedding, and Cassian was many things, but he never broke his promises to the people he loved.

“Yes, bastard brother of mine,” Cassian sighed, spinning in his office chair. “I leave in the morning. I’ll see your ugly face tomorrow.”

His door opened, a beautiful dark haired, deeply tanned skin woman walking in, her hips swinging. Emerie smirked at him, holding a folder, and he took his time dragging his eyes over her. She looked extremely good in that tight black dress and he wanted to—

“Are you still there?”

“Sorry,” Cassian muttered, leashing his dirty thoughts. Now wasn’t the time. “Yes, Rhys, I’ll be there. I have everything set up, I’ll see you around one or two p.m.”

He hung up before Rhys could say anything else, turning his womanizing smile towards Emerie. She had started at the firm less than a year ago, and Cassian knew he shouldn’t have spent most of the time fooling around with her. But she was a good distraction, and she didn’t want anything from him besides friendship with benefits. She was also the only woman that had lasted this long in the past four years since he’d left Velaris. Most women only made it a few weeks, maybe a month or two.

“Dinner tonight before I leave?” he asked as she handed him the folder containing his next high profile law case.

“My pleasure,” she purred, winking as she left.

-

Despite Rhys’s protests, Cassian had decided to rent a car and stay at one of the two hotels in Velaris. He hadn’t been home once in four years; he felt awkward even being back in his old stomping grounds without the subtle tension his presence in Rhys and Feyre’s home would bring. He didn’t fit in anymore, and though his brother would never admit it, Cassian knew it was better to keep a distance. And he knew Rhys and Feyre would be busy with wedding planning, and his intrusion in their house would probably create more stress since he was staying through Christmas until the day after New Years, their wedding on the very first day of the year. Rhys and Feyre were disgustingly romantic like that.

After checking into the hotel and letting Rhys know he was on his way, Cassian decided last minute to take the scenic route to his brother’s home. He wasn’t sure what had pushed him to do it; curiosity, maybe. He hadn’t been home in four years.

Velaris hadn’t changed much in the years since he’d been gone. Honestly it was like looking into a time capsule— everything was almost identical to how it had been when he’d blown out of town to chase his dreams. Driving through the small town, he was immediately transported back in time to his high school and college days.

Ahead on his right was the park where he’d met Feyre, Nesta, and Elain not long after the Archeron family had moved to Velaris. He still remembered that night perfectly: he’d been having a normal conversation with Azriel when Feyre walked over, her sisters in tow, and his entire world had stopped the moment his eyes fell on Nesta. She was without a doubt the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Dressed simply in a gray t-shirt dress and sandals, her long golden brown hair was braided around her head. Cassian remembered marveling, knowing that something so intricate had to have taken quite a bit of time. Nesta hadn’t appreciated the staring, and made sure to tell him as much as soon as she walked up to him.

He abruptly shook himself out of the memory, trying to focus on driving so he didn’t get lost in his past and the girl who still haunted his dreams even four years later. But then just a bit further down the road, there was the restaurant where he’d taken her on their first date, almost a year after he’d met her. It had taken him so long to get her to go out with him, he honestly thought she’d just agreed to get him to leave her alone. But that night he’d walked her to the door and he’d said goodnight, not wanting to push her too far. He had moved to leave when she’d grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him. Nesta was the kind of girl who knew what she wanted, even back then, and that first kiss broke and remade him all at once.

The entire drive to Rhys’s house was a lot of the same. He passed their spot, a hidden trail leading back to a small lake that he’d taken Nesta to after six months of dating, which was where they had their first time. He still sometimes got embarrassed at how awkward he’d been then. He passed the Archeron’s old house, now occupied by a different family, which was where he told her he loved her for the first time. Everywhere he turned, memories of him and Nesta haunted him like a ghost. It left him unsettled, that despite years of silence and trying to forget and move on, Nesta was still so much a part of who he was.

He was glad when he finally pulled Rhys’s driveway, able to put the memories of the past to bed and focus on the present. His excitement at being home increased exponentially as he got out of the car; he’d missed his brothers, and despite how infrequently they communicated he still loved his family fiercely.

He knocked on the door twice and within seconds it was opening. He hadn’t expected it to be the tall and lithe woman his brother had been in love with nearly a decade, but his grin was genuine as Feyre laughed in delight and all but jumped into his arms, hugging him tight. He wrapped a strong arm around her, hefting her up as he pushed further into their house. He set her down and he ruffled her hair when she looked back at him.

She batted his hand away. “I was worried I wouldn’t recognize you.”

He raised a brow. “I’m hurt. It’s only been a few years.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and turned towards the staircase. “Rhys, my favorite brother is here!”

Cassian laughed as Rhys came down the stairs, shaking his head. “Gone four years and you’re already trying to steal my fiancée, brother.”

The two hugged firmly, and Cassian tried to ignore the tightness in his throat. He remembered the last time he’d seen Rhys in person. It had been a year after he left, and his brother had all but begged him to come home. But Cassian had been so entrenched in his work, climbing up the ladder at the law office he’d joined, and he’d refused. It had led to a huge argument, and though it had long since been resolved, Cassian still thought about it almost everyday.

“It’s good to see you,” Rhys told him, clapping him on the shoulder. “I hope you’re ready for some wedding planning because we have about five more seconds before Feyre darling sends you out on a task.”

Feyre’s slim hand smacked Rhys’s arm. “I was going to ease him into it.”

Cassian huffed a laugh, meeting his future sister-in-law’s eyes. “Tell me what you need.”

Feyre rattled off that she needed him to pick up all the stationary waiting at the printing shop, place cards and thank you notes and custom signs to scatter around the wedding venue. She gave him the receipt and told him where it was, even though it was unnecessary. It seemed that nothing had changed in this small town, and that included the local printing shop. He was willing to bet it was still owned by the same old woman that had printed their graduation announcements so many years ago.

The shop was near the town center, and he parked on the side of the road next to the library. He got out and looked at the towering structure, knowing that it used to be the town hall hundreds of years ago when Velaris used to only have a few hundred people. Now it was the library, and his mind drifted back to spending summers there, doing book reports on books he never actually read. He remembered finding Nesta there the next week after he’d met her and her sisters, nestled in a quiet corner with a book in her hands.

He’d been surprised; he’d only known her for a week but she had struck him as the reading type. He remembered he had come up to her to talk to her and she’d hid the book behind her back, a light blush staining her cheeks, taking his breath away which he had tried to hide with a laugh. He’d managed to grab the book from her hands and saw that it was one of the smutty romances that were in the adult section that he and his brothers had snickered at as young teens.

A slight smile turned his lips up as he remembered how embarrassed and angry she’d been, and how she’d gotten him back by “accidentally” spilling her drink all over his pants during lunch. He’d been mocked for weeks.

He blinked, pulling himself out of the memory, shaking his head slightly. Gods, he was going to go insane if he stayed in this town longer than he had to. It was bad enough he was here for over a week. He’d have to stay holed up in his hotel room as much as possible if he wanted to escape wave after wave of memories and nostalgia that seemed to crash into him without any warning.

Cassian headed down the street and grabbed all the wedding stationary from the printing shop. Sure enough, it was that same old lady. And she’d been delighted that he was back in town, patting his cheeks and telling him to come by before he left. He’d given her his charming grin, but he’d left feeling… off.

The drive back to Rhys and Feyre’s house was a blur, trying not to let his mind wander as he pulled into the driveway. Hefting the large paper bags that held everything Feyre had ordered, he walked up the steps and reached for the doorknob with his free hand.

The door opened before his fingers even brushed the cool metal, a figure he’d almost mistaken as Feyre standing in the doorway. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs, her golden brown hair braided in that all too familiar crown around her head. Her smooth, flawless face froze in an expression of pure shock, her full lips falling open as she stared at him.

He knew his own mouth was hanging open, his heart in his throat as he met the steel blue gaze of the woman he had known better than he’d known himself. A woman he’d loved fiercely for almost seven years, a face that haunted his dreams even when he tried so hard to forget her.

He hadn’t seen her, handn’t heard from her, hadn’t even heard her voice in four years but Nesta Archeron’s silky tone still managed to raise goosebumps along his skin as she blurted out, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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Battles and Babies - Loki x Reader

Summary: You, pregnant with your boyfriend Loki’s baby, fight with the Avengers at the Battle of New York. You, however, had no idea that it was Loki that you were supposed to be fighting. And when you find out, well...

Word Count: 1,258

Warnings: Language, pregnancy, fighting while pregnant I guess

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You were in the middle of throwing up when your doorbell rang. Who knew morning sickness would suck so much? Worse than throwing up normally, you were sure.

You sighed. “Coming!” You called, standing. You flushed the toilet, washed out your mouth, and made your way to front door. You opened it to a tall black man in a trench coat, and a woman in a catsuit standing slightly behind him and to his right.

“My name is Nick Fury, and I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

That day, you got recruited to fight some god from a place called Asgard (mildly worrying, as your boyfriend was from there and you hadn’t seen him in over a month). You weren’t told much other than that. It was a sense of duty, overall, that compelled you to fight the incoming aliens.

“I’ll come, but I’ll need a few days to finish some things. Tie up a few loose ends. I’m sure you understand.”

“We understand, Miss (Y/L/N). You have two days.”

You nodded, and they left.

Two days later, you were standing in a circle with the other Avengers, in a catsuit and boots, with two modified pistols and your powers. If I lose my baby, Fury is getting sued. You thought to yourself.

“My brother is powerful.” Thor said, leaning over to you. “Loki can be extremely dangerous. Be careful.”

“Loki?” You asked, staring at him. 

“Yes.”

“As in Loki Odinson?”

“Yes, he’s my brother.”

Your face contorted. “I’m gonna kill him.” You said.

“(Y/L/N), they’re gods-” Natasha began.

“No, I’m gonna kill him. I am going to kick his ass.” You held your hand out. “Stark, elevator key, now.”

“I don’t have it on me-”

“Then carry me to the top, because I know Loki, and your tower is where he’ll be going.”

“Why-?”

“Just do it.”

“Fine.” Tony carried you bridal style to the top of his tower. 

“If you drop me, I’m suing.”

“I won’t drop you.”

“You better not.” Tony set you down on the roof of the tower. “Alright, you keep fighting the Chitauri. I’ll deal with Loki.”

“I still don’t get where you know him from.”

“I’ll explain later.” You waited in the penthouse for your boyfriend, tapping your foot angrily. Finally, he came in through the elevator. “Loki.”

“Darling! I’m sorry I haven’t been home. Might I say that you look ravishing in that catsuit?” He purred, stepping closer to you.

You stopped yourself from leaning into him. “Loki, I swear to god-”

“You’re cute when you’re angry, did you know that, love?”

“You think I’m cute when I’m angry? Then I’m about to be fucking adorable.” You inhaled. “How dare you?”

“Darling-”

“No. How dare you? You disappear, don’t answer my messages, don’t contact me at all and now you’ve showed up on earth, trying to take over the world? What is wrong with you? You should’ve known that this wasn’t a good idea! The earth is stronger than it looks. The Avengers and I are going to defeat you, no matter how much I don’t want you to be hurt. The Avengers...we’ll defeat you, so it’s better that you surrender, because my baby’s father is not going to be locked up in an Asgardian prison! And I will go up against Odin or Fury myself to fix it, but I can’t do anything if you don’t fucking surrender! Please, Loki!”

He was staring at you in shock. “You’re pregnant?”

“That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“You’re pregnant.”

“Yeah. Surprise!” You said sarcastically, making jazz hands. “I wish I could’ve told you a better way.”

Loki picked you up and spun you around, grinning. “I’m going to be a father!” You buried your face in his shoulder as he hugged you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The two of you stayed there for a moment, wrapped in each other. You began to cry. “Love-”

“I’m fine.” You said, wiping away your tears. “They’re happy tears.”

“I’ll surrender.” Loki said. “I’ll surrender, and then-” Loki cut himself off. “And then I don’t know, but we’ll get through it.”

You nodded. “We’ll get through this, Loki.”

“Marry me.” Loki said suddenly.

“What?”

“Marry me.”

“Is this because-?”

“No, it’s not because you’re pregnant, I’ve been thinking about this for ages.”

“Yes.” You said. “God, yes!” You held Loki tightly again, before he suddenly froze and pulled back. “Babe? What’s wrong?”

“Why were you fighting if you’re with child?”

“Um...”

“What the hell, (Y/N)?”

“I had a sense of duty, Loki!”

“That does not mean that you should be fighting while pregnant! You could’ve been killed! The baby-”

“I’m sorry. Can we not fight now, please?” 

Loki nodded and wrapped you in his arms again. “I worry, Darling.”

“I know. I worry about you, too.” You looked up at him. “I’ll get back on comms...can you call off the Chitauri?”

Loki nodded. While he stopped the invasion, you got back on comms and told the team to meet you at the top of Stark Tower.”

“Loki!” Thor said excitedly, and you moved out of the way long enough for Thor to hug him awkwardly.

“Brother.” Loki rolled his eyes, patting his back. You smirked at him, raising an eyebrow from behind Thor. He gave you a look, and you snorted. Can’t stop me.

I’m aware of that, love.

“Everyone,” You grinned at your team. “this is Loki. He has something to say.”

Loki sighed. “Can’t you say it?”

“No, you have to do it. It won’t mean anything if I say it.”

The raven-haired god huffed. “Fine.” He turned back to the Avengers. “I surrender.” He said.

They all stared at him, shocked. 

“There’s no way he’s actually surrendering!” Clint exclaimed. “He brainwashed me!”

“I’m sorry, you did what?!” You demanded. “You did not tell me that was that stupid stick did! And why on earth-!”

“I was not of my own volition! Thanos has been killed, thank the gods, but he was still controlling me at the time!”

“Jesus. Loki, why didn’t you tell me before? That changes everything!”

Loki sighed, and began to speak, but Tony cut him off. “I’m sorry, I’m confused. How do you know each other?”

“Um...Loki is my fiancé.” You said awkwardly. 

“Congratulations, Brother!” Thor exclaimed. “We will have many celebrations once we get back to Asgard!”

“He’s your what?” Bruce exclaimed.

“To be fair, I didn’t know that he was the one attacking New York, or this entire thing would’ve been avoided. Or, you know, if he hadn’t chosen to fall off the Bifrost, or so I’m told happened. Funnily enough, Thor, you never mentioned Loki by name until now. And he’s not going back unless he wants to, because some of the shit I’ve heard about your father makes me slightly uneasy about Loki going back...” 

You put a protective arm around his waist, and Loki put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Loki bent down to whisper in your ear. “Thank you, love.”

“Of course.” You kissed Loki’s cheek and focusing back on the conversation.

“Why were you fighting when pregnant?” Steve asked.

“Sense of duty.”

“Well, I have state of the art facilities. Doctors, a place to stay, anything you want.” Tony said.

“Thank you, Tones, but I think we’ll manage-”

“I insist.”

“Alright.”

“Not to be a party pooper, but could we finish this up?” Clint asked. “I still can’t believe this man is going to be a father.”

“Neither can I, Barton.”

#loki #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #reader #the reader is pregnant #pregnant!reader #loki is dad :))

[selfilluminatingkyu]

Dancing with the Devil(s): Chapter IV

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F!Reader x Adult Trio; this takes place during the same timeline as Season 3 of HxH but the events with Kuropika and the crew are just shifted a little. Things will align back up within the next couple of chapters.

Warnings: Subtle Mentions of Torture and Abuse.

Word Count: 3.1K (She a lil short) 

As the name rattles off of Hisoka’s lips, you furrow your eyebrows. Is he someone you know? Is he someone you should know? A thousand thoughts run through you head in the span of a second and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there is a reason behind why Hisoka would ask you whether or not you knew someone. 

You also weren’t completely insufferable in your lack of underworld knowledge. You knew who the Zoldycks were. Had heard many of the wealthy families mention the name before. Wealthy families got to where they were not because they didn’t deal in shady things…they just happened to have enough money to pay someone else to do it for them…and keep it from ever tracing back to them. 

You remember being at a gala not to terribly long ago. The patriarch on the family hosting the event had left midway through to speak to an older man with grey/white hair. You’d gone to the bathroom when he’d walked out of the office with the other man—who’d looked extremely pale and weathered as compared to when they’d left. You’d smiled and apologized, telling them you’d gotten turned around on your way back to the party, and the man with the grey/white hair, Zeno Zoldyck you’d come to learn, had simply smiled at you before nodding to the host. The other man had disappeared out of view and the two of you were left alone.  

“My, my you have grown into a beautiful young woman since the last time I saw you y/n.” He’d said and you could only blink, registering quickly the sheer power rolling off this man. There was no malice behind it, nor intimidation effect, it was simply him. 

“I’m sorry sir, and forgive me for being rude, but do we know each other? I don’t recall ever having met you before.” You said, smiling softly but anxiously, wracking your brain for anything to give you a clue as to not incur your mother’s wrath for forgetting a powerful man’s name and presence. 

He chuckled, walking closer to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “No need to worry dear, we’ve never met before per se, but I do know who you are. I’m well aware of your parents’…pursuits. Your name has come up in conversation before and the last time I saw you or a photo of you, you were quite small. Maybe no older than 10 or 11. I was merely making an observation.” 

You smiled again and nodded you head, understanding and yet feeling embarrassed and ashamed that you probably looked no better than a filly up for auction, because truthfully…you weren’t. 

“Oh! Well it’s nice to meet you—” 

“Zeno, Zeno Zoldyck. And it’s nice to finally meet you as well y/n y/l/n. And I’m sure this won’t be the last time we see each other.” 

Thinking back on that situation now, back on the first time you ever met Zeno, you wondered how exactly it was your name had ever befallen the ears of the Zoldyck patriarch. Regardless, to be asked about a Zoldyck was odd, even coming from Hisoka. 

“I know of the Zoldycks, I’ve met Zeno a couple of times. But I’m not well versed in the members of the family. Is there any particular reason why you ask Hisoka?” You ask, thinking it over more as you answered, wondering where the missing link was in your knowledge. But when you looked up, in that moment, when the words had only just left you mouth, the look in Hisoka’s eyes made you think that not knowing may have been a small grace than a hinderance. And in that moment, you were somewhat grateful the water was already growing cold, because the shock of chill that ran through the air wasn’t nearly as potent. 

The small seep of bloodlust in the air made you take in a breath and try to sink into the furthest side of the tub away from him. The hairs on your body stood up and gooseflesh peppered across your skin. You bit back the whimper that wanted to escape and instead looked at the imposing man before you with wide eyes. The shift in demeanor, you realized, was not direct at you but something else entirely. 

“Did you ever see the man you were initially going to be engaged to?” Hisoka asked and this made you pause because you had told Chrollo of your past but not the rest of the Troupe and you were certain that it was not information passed along to them as they’d been dismissed when the discussion had happened. 

Was this slip up intentional, to make you put the pieces together or had Hisoka’s apparently bloodlust caused his tongue to run away from him? If you were a wagering girl, and you really weren’t, you would’ve bet on the former instead of the latter. Hisoka was calculating and manipulative. You knew his interest in you had made you into a new toy to play with and this seemed like a twist in his play with you. Keeping this in mind, you responded accordingly. 

“Yes, once, late one night when I snuck into my father’s office. I wanted to see what he looked like. This elusive person who was supposedly going to be my husband. He was attractive, but I never was told his name because, for whatever reason, my parents ended up forgoing the engagement. I was never told why exactly, and it never dawned on me to ask honestly.” You chose your words carefully, watching him the entire time to gage the way he reacted. 

That wasn’t entirely a lie, it wasn’t also entirely the truth. You knew why you parents had never gone through with the engagement; the family, while incredibly powerful and wealthy, was part of the seedy underground and that didn’t bode well with their agenda. A family like the Zoldycks fit perfectly within that description you realized. Although, it was an inclining you’d had after the second time you’d met the Zoldyck patriarch and his son, Silva, the current head of the family and business. They’d been nice, familiar even, and they’d been assessing you. At the time, you hadn’t exactly been sure as to why, but you’d wondered if they’d been the family who’d been very adamant about marrying you to their eldest son. 

However, they thought had derailed when Zeno had made an offhanded comment about wondering if you’d be into younger men and you’d been utterly confused. Were they not them? Were you mistaken and they too were now interested after meeting you? You’d never truly gotten your answer though because the next time you saw them, it had been a strained meeting as you’d been their target. Why Zeno had come and told your parents that information instead of just doing his job, and risking his reputation in the process, had puzzled you even more. 

“HISOKA! Enough!” The roar from Phinks had startled you as had the slamming of your bedroom door. Curling in on yourself, you’d just managed to cover yourself before Phinks and Shalnark had busted through.  “Keep your bloodlust in check, it’s giving me a headache. And what are you even doing in here you pervy bastard? Leave the poor girl alone. You’re needed downstairs anyway, something’s come up.” 

Both blonde men gave you a quick once over, probably making sure that you weren’t harmed by the magician but nodding their heads towards the door. Shalnark gave you a smile and a wave before trailing behind Phinks. “Come on Hisoka, don’t want to keep the boss waiting.” 

Hisoka turned, beginning to move towards the door again before stopping. “Don’t think too hard on it little dove. We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” 

And with that he’d walked out, slamming the bedroom door behind him, leaving you utterly confused and feeling chilled to the bone. 

Was this Illumi Zoldyck guy your previous potential fiancé? 

Was there another member of the Zoldyck’s who had almost taken that roll instead? 

Or was Hisoka just trying to find out some sort of other information that you just weren’t able to see yet? 

You didn’t know the answer to those questions right now…but you were certain you were going to get them, whether you wanted to know or not. 

That night, you’d gone to bed shortly after you’d forced yourself to climb out of the bathtub. The water had grown cold, and your skin was pruning uncomfortably. The peace in which you had hope to find, even a sliver of, had never come to you, so you hoped maybe sleep would just be a void. 

And while you hadn’t been completely wrong, you also hadn’t been completely right. 

At first, you’d fallen asleep easily, not even the noises of what was taking place downstairs had deterred you from finding solace in the black abyss. However, that had apparently been short lived as a few hours later, you’d slipped into a nightmare.  

You were surrounded by people you didn’t know, and they were talking about you, looking down on you. It was then you realized that you were strapped to a table and that you had wires running from your body to machines. They didn’t appear to be normal medical equipment though, but you couldn’t say for certain that they were made out of nen either. Regardless, seeing the wiring connecting to your body and then to unknown machines left your blood running cold and your mind running a mile a minute as to how to get yourself out of this situation. 

“She’s extraordinary. Just extraordinary! With powers like hers…you could rule the world…could rule worlds. There is an unlimited number of things you could do and accomplish with this kind of power. Who knows where it stops!” The excited voice from beside you startled you. 

The small man in a lab coat and mask was standing closest too you, scribbling things on a clipboard as he looked at you in awe. You tried to ask what was going on, how you had gotten here, what he was talking about, but nothing came out. Not even a whimper and whisper of breath. You frantically looked around, trying to find a face, a friend, anyone you recognized and kept coming up empty. The faces were blurred, and your eyes began to strain. The sound of voices chattering and a machine clicking barely registered to you…

…but the pain certainly did.

Excruciating was putting it mildly and you quickly understood why you were bound, outside of not allowing you to flee your captors. The pain seared through even molecule in your body and those that it hadn’t even created yet. Your back arched off the table and your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Your throat felt raw, like you’d done it before…possibly even several times before. The only thing that actually seemed to escape you were the tears from the corner of your eyes as the pain stopped and deftly you registered that the machines had stopped but the voices had picked up. 

What they were saying, you couldn’t tell. But as the noise kicked up tenfold, the pain did as well, and this time when you screamed…a noise came with it. 

“Y/n wake up! It’s just a dream! You’re fine. Wake up!” You bolted up right, screaming yourself hoarse as the pain creeped its way from fantasy into reality. It jarred you to the bone and without thinking you struck out at the closest thing, sending it hurling away from you in an effort to end whatever was causing you pain. 

What you hadn’t realized was that that “thing” in which you had sent flying had been Chrollo. Didn’t realize it was him till he was nearly striking the wall on the other side of the room, caught off guard by your sudden attack and the power behind it. It was also then that you realized there was an aura radiating around you and there was immense power coming from it. 

You looked to Chrollo wondering if he had always been this strong and had somehow been masking it. But looking at him, seeing the wild, almost gleeful look in his eyes, made you realize that the power was not coming from him…but yourself. 

“I need you to breathe for me y/n and focus on controlling the aura that’s around you. If you don’t get a control over it, it’ll continue to seep out of you, and you’ll pass out from the loss.” He spoke softly, walking up to you slowly like you would a terrified animal, afraid that in its fear, will lash out at you and go for your jugular. 

However, his tactics were a bit sabotaged when Franklin and Feitan came flying into the room, nen activated and ready to take on anyone who posed a threat. The hostile energy pouring out of them had your fear peaking again, the faces from your dream flashing before your eyes and the power in which you’d thrown at Chrollo was surging again, zeroing in on the new threats and detonating without so much as a blink from you. 

Both of their boys went flying as well, Chrollo, seemingly reading your nanosecond of a shift in body language, braced in anticipation, activating his own aura, and deflecting easily. As he seemed to watch two of his strongest members go soaring across the room as if it was no big deal, the look in his eyes seemed to increase tenfold and suddenly he was behind you, wrapping himself around you and smothering you face into his chest. 

“Shhh, you’re okay. They aren’t going to hurt you. No one here is going to hurt you little one. I promise.” He stroked your hair and while you realize the sentiment that he was going for, the affection left you feeling even more displaced. 

You could feel your body seemingly gearing up for another act and, despite still being unsure as to where these people lie on the spectrum between friend and foe, you did not want to hurt them anymore than you already had. With that in mind, you tried to even your breathing out; tried to think of a dam stopping the free flow of water, and all thing similar to keep yourself from exploding with aura again. And that, coupled with Chrollo’s continued words of assurance, seemed to do the trick, and stop up the free flow of energy. 

As the bubble around you seemed to smooth and flow but not run, you realized you’d started to sob at some point, the tears streaming down your face and a near continual stream of whimpers and apologies pouring from your mouth. Apologies to Chrollo for the initial attack, apologies to Franklin and Feitan who’d only come to make sure everything was okay. You didn’t know what was going on or how things had escalated so quickly but you were sorry and you hadn’t meant to hurt them. 

You weren’t entirely certain the message hadn’t gotten out clearly, if the pissed off look on Feitan’s face was anything to go by, but you weren’t entirely certain that hadn’t been there prior as the man seemed to wear a scowl frequently. 

“What…happened…?” Feitain asked and you could feel Chrollo shift, looking at them while maintaining the comforting stroking on your hair. 

“I’m not sure. I came up here to check on her when I felt a spike in aura and heard her crying out. I couldn’t sense another presence outside of her own, but we’ve met nen users capable of cloaking themselves before. However, when I came in, she was thrashing about, when I woke up her…the same thing that happened to you happened to me.” 

“Clearly not as hard though. You seem fine. I feel like I’m going to be sore for days after that power she just threw at us.” Franklin muttered rubbing at his arm and stomach. 

“Such…a…. baby…” Feitan muttered, earning a side-eyed glare from Franklin. 

“I wouldn’t say it was any less powerful, it was more like she registered who was in the room with her right as she threw the power out. I’m almost certain she did the same with you, and my presence so close by also muted her attack, afraid she’d hurt me in an effort to harm you two.” 

Franklin and Feitan looked from Chrollo to you and then back to Chrollo before looking at each other in disbelief. “You’re saying that wasn’t her full power?” Franklin asked, the shock and awe clearly evident in his voice. 

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I can’t even begin to feel the depths of her power, let alone where it ends.” 

The words seemed to hang in the air, all three men seemingly having a silent conversation that you were not perve to, nor did you think you ever would be. You had known from the start, regardless of what degree of comradery you obtained with these people you would always be an outsider, never allowed to fully know the scope of everything. You’d never be told all of the details, never know the full extent of all of their abilities, never know the ins and outs of it all. And you did not mind that, not at the moment at least, because for what you did not know, you had come to understand that these were dangerous people, people that were probably on several hit lists and wanted by many…and you did not know if you ever wanted to truly be associated with them. 

While sitting in the tub, you’d come to the conclusion that you would use them to obtain the skills necessary to save your younger siblings…and that would be the extent of it. You were not a killer, did not fancy yourself someone who killed for sport or out of the desire to prove you were stronger or better than others. No, you did not believe your wants in life to align at all with those of the people in this group nor did you think they ever would. So you’d do what was necessary to be able to get your siblings back, to be able to protect them and keep them safe till they were capable of doing as such on their own. But once you’d achieved that goal…you were as good as gone. 

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[wickedgamesoyaoya]

For a considerable amount of the day, Oikawa found himself seized by a net of emotions. Aiding Osamu in his quest to earn your forgiveness was certainly the correct decision, a fact affirmed by your reaction to the cook’s presence. Yet, since his departure from the apartment, the setter struggled to lift the corners of his mouth into a smile. What plagued him stemmed from a rather selfish desire, albeit a natural one. The thought of returning home to an empty apartment had stirred awake a sense of loneliness, one that had been dormant since your arrival. Truthfully, he missed his best friends, and while he knew that Japan was your home, he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye.

And was it really that terrible that he wanted to spend a little more time with you?

A mixture between a sigh and grunt was exhaled by the volleyball player as he twisted the doorknob and nudged open the door. Maybe it was time for him to get a roommate. It would certainly be better than spending most of his time alone.

“Tooru?”

Pausing mid-step, his eyes travelled across the room, instantly searching for the one who called him.

“Y/n? You’re still here?” The brunette blinked slowly, adjusting to the dimmed lighting. It took him a few seconds to process the scene ahead – but there you were, lounging on the couch with a pillow hugged against your chest. His first instinct was to scan the open space for a second figure, though to his disbelief, you were alone. “I thought you would have left with the onigiri man.”

His admission was initially responded to with a little tisk, with the sound resonating from the inside of your mouth. The noise prompted the setter to expel a partially suppressed chortle as he tossed his keys onto the coffee table. Your artificial display of disappointment only increased the joy slowly washing over him. He had spent the entire day fixated on the possibility that you would leave without a goodbye, thereby neglecting to consider that you could have chosen to stay.

“Was that disappointment in your voice, Tooru?” Adjusting your position on the couch, you narrowed your eyelids into a questioning glare. Of course, you knew it wasn’t disappointment laced into his inquiry, and yet you felt compelled to tease him.

“Oh yeah, didn’t you know? I only invited Miya here to get rid of you.”

The snarky remark did not pierce through your false veil of suspicion, and when he claimed the spot next to you on the couch, a playful growl vibrated inside your throat.  

“How unfortunate that I got rid of him instead.”

“Yeah right. You didn’t.” Oikawa was well acquainted with your teasing ways, and the sarcasm coating your witty counter did not go unnoticed. There were also other factors that led him to dismiss your response. The likelihood of you remaining inside and sober after breaking off your relationship was extremely low. Additionally, even if your emotional stability tipped on the scale towards insanity, he could not see you murdering your fiancé. Murdering the girl who had caused this entire mess, though? He could predict that. And he knew for a fact, you would be a very theatrical killer, and if anyone would be your partner in crime, it would be Hanamaki.

But that was not the point right now!

Noticing the setter’s gaze travel in the opposite direction as his mind wandered, you rolled your eyes, providing your head a short shake. “Of course, I didn’t.”

The annoyance in your response guided him back to the conversation, forcing him to abandon his concerns about your mental state. Stretching out slightly, he brushed his knee against yours, seeking to demonstrate that you once again had his full attention. “So, if you didn’t get rid of him, why are you still here?”

“Wow, now I’m seriously thinking you did want to get rid of me!” A dramatic gasp parted your lips, as you scooted forward, fully intending on delivering his forehead a flick if he continued this charade.

“Y/n, don’t look at me like that!” Lifting his hands in surrender, laughter bubbled from his chest. “You know what I mean. What’s going on? You two are usually inseparable.” It was for that reason alone, he thought you would have elected to leave tonight.

The question generated a wave of exhaustion to collide with your chest, prompting a knot to form inside your ribcage. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip roughly, you shifted your attention to the television, seeking a remedy for your sudden change in mood. The alteration in your confidence surprised him.

“Things have changed, Tooru.” Bitterness crawled up your esophagus, disguising itself as laughter as you curled your fingers in, digging your nails into your palms. “I’ve been sitting here for two hours obsessing over that. I didn’t want things to change. I was happy before.” Frustrated with the vulnerability in your words, tension strained your jaw. “I don’t want to start over from the beginning. I loved my relationship with him… Well... mostly. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.” The cries spilling from your swollen lips were intertwined with a silent beg – as if you were pleading him to say something – anything, that could solve the damage your relationship had endured.

“So, don’t start over from the beginning. Things went wrong recently right. Redo the last three months.” His solution had sounded much more refined in his head, and now that he vocalized it, it dawned on him how ridiculous it was. A tense smile stretched out his lips as you squinted at him, attempting to comprehend what the hell was just said.

“Do you have a time machine I don’t know about, Jimmy Neutron? Because if you do, I have a few points in time that I would like to revisit.” The emotions that had sparked just a moment ago faltered, with amusement claiming its spot. While his solution did not provide you the remedy you sought, it did at least silence the increasing irritation flooding your nerves.

“You did not just compare me to that acorn headed kid.” Bewildered, Oikawa reeled back, straightening his posture.

“I always thought his hair looked like ice cream.” A thoughtful expression painted your features, the ridiculousness of your comment further soothing the erratic beating inside of your chest.

“I’m sorry – what?” He was unsure whether you were purposefully deflecting or if this was merely the result of your minimal attention span. Either way, he needed to guide you back to the topic that required addressing. “You know, this is not the point! I was trying to support you.” Reaching out, he poked at your nose with his index finger.  

“Oh, I know. Emphasis on ‘trying’.” Snickering to yourself, you gently swatted away his finger. But the male took the action to heart, holding the now ‘injured’ limb to his chest protectively.

“At least I’m trying.” The puppy-like expression that brought his caramel irises to expand dismantled any desire you had to continue teasing him.  

“Fine, tell me Bill Nye. How do I ‘redo’ the last three months?” Your brows were provided a lift, indicting your willingness to receive his ‘advice’.

“I didn’t mean literally! I meant, work on what went wrong. Like…” Permitting his gaze to wander away from yours, he laced his fingers together, twiddling his thumbs. “your drinking habits.” The comment was followed by a little innocent whistle, and from the side of his eye, he saw you twitch at the sound.

“Okay. Touché, pretty boy.” He was absolutely correct in his assessment, but that did not keep your features from twitching into a scowl. Why did he have to come for you like that?

“You’re going to have to accept that your relationship won’t go back to normal right away. But what you can do is try and work on what went wrong.” Based on your receptiveness to his first suggestion, Oikawa assumed you would be open to hearing his additional comments. But he was sadly mistaken. 

“What do you think you are, a marriage counselor?” Feigning disgust, you planted your palms on his cheeks, squishing his face together. “What are you going to say next? A relationship is something that can bloom? And communication is something you can polish?”

“On second thought, I do want you gone!” As you continued to play with his face, the setter sniffled before curling his lips out into a pout. Cold. You were so damn cold.

“I’m just kidding. Come here, ice cream head.” After releasing his cheeks from your grip, you snaked your arms around his neck, drawing him into a tight embrace. “I appreciate you a lot.”

Your words provided Oikawa a bit of comfort, but he continued to pout, aiming to tug on your heartstrings.

“You better.”

Let’s do it again, shall we - jimmy neutron 

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[stxrrywildflower]

can’t help falling in love (three)

pairing - george weasley x reader

summary - you invite george to be your date to your sisters wedding

warnings - mentions of family/home issues, fighting, deep talks, mentions of anxiety

word count - 3.7k

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“george i don’t think i can do this,” you breathed out. “i haven’t had a proper meal like this with my family in years.”

george woke you up just a few hours ago. he knew you didn’t want to sleep for too long but also realized how much you needed your rest.

you got dressed right away, probably getting ready far too early than you needed to, but you were just so incredibly nervous. you knew there was a strong chance the conversation was going to be turned to you and or george.

still at the desk, george stopped his tinkering immediately, setting down the supplies he was working with to turn to you.

“is everything alright love?” george didn’t want to make any assumptions on your emotions at the moment.

your eyes darted back and forth. “i-i don’t know,” you admited.

george was up and out of his chair in an instant. he took a seat on the bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down.

you took a seat where he motioned for you to do so. you didn’t say anything at first, not exactly knowing how to put what you were feeling into words. george seemed to understand as he didn’t push you to say anything or start a conversation.

“i just don’t know how i’m going to deal with being with my family. i know it’s stupid for me to get worked up over this but it’s just tough.”

“y/n it’s not stupid. we don’t have to go to this dinner. i have a multitude of excuses i’ve used at hogwarts that can be applied to this as well. and there’s always the prank option, i’m sure i can stir something up if needed,” george started. “your feelings and your well-being matters more then a dumb meal.”

you thanked him quietly, mind still swirling with your thoughts about the night ahead.

“and i swear, if anything happens during dinner that makes you uncomfortable, we’ll leave. you do not owe them anything, especially with the way they’ve treated you.”

“but they’re my family...” you trailed off, feeling slightly guilty.

george moved his hand up to your cheek, turning your head to look at him. “hey, none of that,” he spoke. “yes they may be your family but that does not excuse their attitudes. you deserve more than that y/n.”

“now come here,” george smiled softly. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him as his hand moved to run up and down your arm. you leaned into his touch, resting your head under his chin as you allowed your eyes to flutter shut.

“thank you george,” you mumbled, hand moving to stoke the back of his palm. “it means a lot.”

“always y/n. but seriously, we don’t have to go if you don’t want to. i’m sure there’s some place to eat we can find around here,” george offered.

you shook your head. “i think i can make it through.”

george hummed in response. “alright, love. should we head downstairs?”

“yeah let’s go,” you stood up, extending your hand out to george who took it to get up as well.

you took lead in going downstairs first and made your way towards the living room.

“grammy!” you exclaimed, moving forward to hug your grandmother who had just arrived. “ah there’s my favorite little witch,” your grandmother beamed.

you smiled at the nickname. it had been a common one since you got your hogwarts letter.

george barreled down the stairs right after you.

“a weasley!” your grandmother exclaimed. she noticed right away from the ginger hair and familiar facial features. “i can’t believe you brought a weasley home. ah that’s so exciting! now which one are you?”

“george,” he answered with a smile, also moving to hug your grandmother. “fred and the others are back at school.”

“ah george, you and your brother always mix me up. it’s really good to see you, i hope your family is doing well.”

“they are, thank you,” george replied.

you didn’t have time to delve in your conversation about school as your normally would. your grandmother loved hearing about hogwarts, it had been awhile since she was there. while your houses were different, she was a ravenclaw, she still found the different changes extremely interesting.

“dinner!” jasper, your sisters fiancé, had called as he walked in the room. “hey y/n.”

“hey jasper,” you greeted with a small wave. “this is george by the way.”

jasper greeted george with a firm handshake before repeating his prior message. “i think your mum wants us in now so i would hurry.”

you and george took a seat at one end of the table. he was to your left, claiming he was ‘too tall’ to sit in the middle. you didn’t mind, george was your guest after all.

“so cress, what’s your plans for tomorrow?” your mom asked.

you zoned out for the majority of the conversation, not really wanting to listen to your sister go on and on about everything. george didn’t really pay attention either, choosing to rather turn to you and talk about summer break. it wasn’t for a few more months but he figured it would be a good topic to discuss.

“you’re coming home with us again, right? i honestly think my mum is planning on it unless you tell her otherwise,” he spoke.

you nodded. “i think this has been enough family time for the year. as long as i’m welcome i’m there.”george grinned, clearly satisfied with your answer.

“george,” the conversation was then turned to your mock-boyfriend. “why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself? i feel like we haven’t had any time to get to know you.”

“well,” george started, turning to face your family. “i go to hogwarts with y/n. i’m a middle child and a twin so technically i have four older brothers when you factor in the fact that i’m the younger twin. y/n and i are in the same year and same house so we have a lot of classes together-”

“wait houses? which one are you two in again?”

“gryffindor,” george answered with a smile. “it’s the house of the lion. i think our three house traits are courage, chivalry, and determination.” he turned to you for confirmation on the last part to which you nodded.

george ran through the rest of the information like it was rehearsed. your entire family seemed pretty enveloped in his story, all except for cass who was visibly becoming more agitated by the minute.

“anyways!” cass soon interrupted. george raised an eyebrow towards her, clearly taken back by being cut off. you leaned across to rest your hand on top of his. “don’t worry about her,” you whispered.

“jasper, is everything ready with your wedding party?”

you frowned. a wedding party was the one thing you didn’t thoroughly explain well enough to george.

george turned to you for that exact reason, asking with a confused tone, “what’s a wedding party again?”

“you don’t know what a wedding party is? geez do you live under a rock?” cress scoffed from the opposite end of the table.

“cress,” you warned, already feeling your blood pressure rising. you could handle a few bitchy comments but when she came for george, well that was a different story.

your sister narrowed her eyes at you. “what?”

“george comes from what we can a pure blood family. both of his parents are wizard born meaning he is a one-hundred wizard. they don’t know about a lot of the things we do. so if you could calm down and cut him a little-” you tried to explain only for your sister to have finally had it.

“god, can you just shut up about magic for once? we get it you have powers but can you please stop talking about it. this is supposed to be my weekend and my special day. you’re ruining it y/n. god, you shouldn’t even be here.”

the table went dead quiet, no one quite knowing how to reply to the outburst your sister had nor your reaction.

instinctively, you turned to george. his eyes met yours and he just knew. with a gentle hand, he guided you up and out of your seat.

“thank you for dinner, it was lovely.”

with that, george was leading you out of the dining room with his hand on the small of your back.

you made it outside and to a more private section of the yard before you broke. a combination of tears and sobs racked your body. you were far too emotional right now to even feel embarrassed.

george held you close to him, both arms wrapped protectively around your body as you cried. he didn’t mind that his jumper was getting stained with tears, it was more important to him that you were okay.

“i hate it. i hate it so much,” you sobbed. “she hates me so much for no good reason.”

“shhh, it’s okay,” george murmured. “let it out.”

you didn’t know how long the two of you were out there. everything just felt a little fuzzy at the moment.

your tears eventually dried out, a range of hiccups following. george, in turn, moved his hand to run up and down your back. “sorry to let it all out on you.”

“hey,” george pulled away to get you to look at him. “none of that. it’s okay y/n, i promise.”

you nodded, letting out a deep sigh as your head fell again.

george thumbed away the final few tears that fell down your cheeks. “i’m here for you always. i just want you to know that.”

you squeezed his hand gently, conveying a silent ‘thank you’ as you don’t exactly trust your voice at the moment.

“why don’t we go for a ride,” george offered. “to clear your head.”

through teary eyes you looked up towards your friend. “george, neither of us can drive well enough for it to be considered legal. besides, we don’t even have a car.”

a wicked grin passed over george’s face. “i might have planned ahead,” he spoke.

you quirked an eyebrow. you weren’t entirely surprised at his words but you were a little nervous.

“i might have snuck our brooms in our luggage....”

you smacked his arm gently. “george! mcgonagall said no magic. did you even listen to what she said?”

“hey hey hey, brooms aren’t technically magic,” he started. “kids are learning to fly and play quidditch even before they go to hogwarts.”

you thought about it for a moment. “i mean when you put it that way,” you trailed off. george jumped up the second you finished speaking, extending his hands out towards you to pull you up.

george raced inside and up the stairs, returning just moments later with your coats and familiar broomsticks you used for quidditch.

“if mcgonagall finds out i’m blaming you,” you commented.

“fine by me. i’m sure she won’t be surprised.”

you left the house once again, not bothering to stop back in to tell your family where you were going or when you would be back. frankly, you didn’t really care either.

the london air met you with open arms. it was pretty dark out allowing for you and george to be practically unseen on your brooms. you followed george’s lead up into the sky until you were at a comfortable distance to go side by side.

“so!” george shouted. “where do you want to go?”

you shrugged. “don’t know! i’m following you.”

you flew around for close to an hour, diving up and through the clouds and back down again. as the city slowly shut down for the night, george stopped again.

“you want to go talk somewhere? i may know a place,” he spoke.

“let’s go.”

george flew down to the famous london bridge. your eyes widened slightly as his plan clicked in your mind.

you touched down at on one of the top platforms which was thankfully out of view from anyone not in the air. in other words, you were practically hidden.

“damn georgie, didn’t think we would be up here. how much trouble would we be in if we got caught?”

“don’t know,” george spoke. “and don’t want to think about it. all i know is that no one can see us so we should be fine.”

after laying your broom down, you took a seat next to george on the roof-like platform. he was clearly deep in thought, knees drawn up to his chest with an arm wrapped around them.

“what’s on your mind?”

“eh it’s nothing, just thinking about some family stuff,” george answered.

“everything alright?”

“yeah yeah yeah, everyone’s good. besides, this was supposed to be for you.”

you frowned at that. “george, come on. you can talk to me about anything. you’ve done the same for me. what’s on your mind?”

“i don’t want to bother.”

“george,” you warned again. “if this makes you feel better, i could use a distraction.”

it took him a few minutes to say anything. you didn’t mind at all. george’s insecurities weren’t exactly something new, it took him a bit to muster up the courage to even admit he had them.

just as you had moved onto watching the people below on the bridge, george finally said what was on his mind.

“i just feel like i’m always second best, you know?”

you turned to him with slight sympathy in your eyes though you did understand, to some extent, exactly what he was saying.

it’s always been ‘fred and george’ and never ‘george and fred.’ you said it that way, teachers, parents, other kids did too. everyone knew them as fred and george and not the other way around.

sure it was something as simple as name flow but it did get to him at times. almost like he was placed behind his brother.

“it’s just i-i come from a big family-”

“no kidding,” you joked. “sorry sorry, continue.”

george smiled at your words, the corners of his lips upturning. it made your heart full seeing him happy.

“i mean ron and fred are the closer siblings and then then the three older are the same. bill and charlie are off working and percy has his job at the ministry. i know ginny and i are closer but just when you look at the percentages, i always just feel like i’m kinda forgotten.”

it went quiet again. george had just revealed a lot about how he was feeling and you wanted - needed - to chose your words carefully.

“sorry i know that sounds stupid,” he apologized, partially to fill the void.

you turned to him. “it’s not stupid george. like you told me earlier, your concerns are valid. i’m really proud of you for admitting that.”

“i’ve guess i’ve just always felt kinda like an outsider at times. fred and i are always the odd ones out but even then he feels more included. and then you know about my issues with separation.”

you nodded. george wasn’t exactly open about him getting really bad separation anxiety. he’s spent his whole life with siblings and a twin. being around people all the time made it difficult for him to be away from it all.

“and that’s understandable, george. you shouldn’t feel bad for something you can’t control,” you offered.

george hummed at your words. “it just doesn’t help that mum has always compared me to percy if i bring it up since he’s such a ‘model brother.’ just because i’m not the best academically and struggle with something doesn’t mean i should be dummed down, right?”

george almost didn’t believe his final words. george found himself repeating ‘right?’ over and over to himself as if to reassure it in his mind.

his voice fell off, all signs of an incoming sob becoming apparent. you reached out to grab his hand, pulling him a little closer before bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles.

“george i mean it when i say you are are one of the smartest and strongest people i have met. i would be lying if i said your brain didn’t work a different way from other peoples but that’s what makes you who you are. you shouldn’t change for other people, i promise.”

with that, the first wave of tears flowed down george’s cheeks. his words meant more to him than you would ever know.

“have i ever told you why cress and i don’t get along? i’ll only tell you the story if you want a topic change.”

“yeah that would be nice actually,” he agreed, hand still loosely interlocked with yours.

you took a deep breath. george knew about your family issues but like you’ve said before, no one knew the extent of it.

“cress and i have a pretty big age gap. i mean that’s obvious. she’s getting married tomorrow and we’ll i’m still learning how to make potions and playing quidditch at school,” you started. “but since i’m muggle-born, it’s common for wizard abilities to skip around.”

george squeezed your hand gently, a silent reasurrence to your next sentence.

“well, i wasn’t born yet but when cress was ten, she didn’t get a hogwarts letter. barely even knew about the school either. and then when i was finally ‘of age’ you could say, i got my letter. i can’t even put into words how angry cress was. i swear she screamed at me for a full day straight and refused to talk to me for a good month. she made it seem as though i was the worst person alive for getting these abilities.”

“but you aren’t,” george jumped in. “it was a rare chance for either of you to even inherit your grandmothers powers.”

“exactly,” you agreed. “and it’s just so frustrating because i didn’t ask to be born like this. i didn’t chose to be thrown into the wizard life. i didn’t agree to get a letter to hogwarts and she just has never understood that. it’s turned into a one-sided sibling rivalry ever since.”

��i’m sorry y/n. you truly don’t deserve that,” george spoke.

you shrugged. “it’s taken me awhile and tonight may have been a little contradicting of that but i’m trying to move past it. in no way do i plan on restoring our bonds but i can at least act civil.”

george agreed instantly with your words. the conversation died down after that. both of you had gotten multitudes of feelings off of your chests and the aftermath of it was hitting a little hard.

you stayed on the bridge until it became near unbearable to. it was still pretty cold at night. george’s cheeks and nose were flushed pink, a key attribute to your reasoning.

“are you ready to go?”

“yeah yeah, let’s go back.”

after mounting your brooms once more, you descended back into the london night.

you arrived back to your home after midnight, touching down softly in the backyard almost silently.

the house was quiet by now, most of the lights being turned off as people slowly started heading off to bed. your dad and jasper were the only two still awake, sitting on the deck together and talking. you were sure it was about the wedding.

they were clearly startled by your presence, neither used to seeing magic let alone people flying on brooms. your dad got up first, opening his mouth to speak as you and george stepped up into the deck.

“look y/n-”

george held up his hand, your dad going quiet the moment he saw it. “leave it.”

with that, george grabbed your hand gently as you headed inside. “do you want to go up to bed?” he asked. you nodded, “yeah that sounds nice.”

you reached your shared room rather quickly, george taking your broom out of your hands to put away. your brooms were placed back into their concealment. to be honest, after seeing how they were packed, you realized how you didn’t notice george brought them at first.

“i’m going to go get changed, are you alright?” george asked.

you nodded. “go ahead, i need to change too.”

george exited the room before returning a few minutes later, dressed down in a pair of flannel pants and his most recent christmas initial sweater. “cozy?” you mused. george hummed, “very.”

you, on the other hand, were still cold. london at night, especially on the top of a bridge, was absolutely freezing.

the two of you got further ready for bed in silence. george closed the door and turned off most of the lights as you tidied up some of the mess from the day.

subconsciously, your mind had drifted as you were folding your clothes. sure you and george had your deep talk but there were still unanswered questions you had, especially with everything going down tomorrow.

“y/n?” george’s voice cut through your haze.

you hummed, turning around to face him. “are you coming to bed?” he added.

“yeah, sorry.”

“no need to apologize,” george spoke.

he flipped the covers forward, patting the spot next to him in bed for you to lie down. you slid in beside him, only leaning over to turn off the bedside lamp.

“are you cold? i can practically feel your chattering from over here,” george teased.

“freezing,” you answered.

george shifted slightly to face you, opening his arms with a small smile barely visible in light only peaking in from the moon. “come here.”

in an instant you were burying yourself in his chest, his natural body heat warming you up in an instant. george chuckled quietly, “is that better?”

you moved your head to rest on his chest, arm falling across his stomach. he, in turn, wrapped his arm around to rest on your back and pull you closer to him.

just as your coldness had melted away, so did your mutual doubts about the awkwardness of sharing a bed. it was comfortable actually, being wrapped up together.

“thank you for tonight georgie,” you whispered.

“thank you y/n,” george repeated. “sleep good, alright?”

you hummed, mumbling a ‘goodnight’ before slowly shutting your eyes.

despite being near exhausted from the entire day, your mind was still racing. everything just felt wrong and you needed some - any - reassurance that something was going right.

“hey george?” you eventually spoke into the darkness, unsure if the man you were literally laying on top of was even awake.

it took a moment for him to respond, his slight shifting being a key factor.

“yes love?”

“you’re my best friend, you know that right?”

george chuckled quietly. “yeah i do. and your mine as well.”

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[sassyhobbits]

I feel like Merry Christmas motherfuckers is a very Aelin appropriate Christmas prompt. Do with it what you will :)

it is quite an aelin thing to say... so i worked it into an elorcan fic. here’s the first of the xmas fics! as of rn, i have about 2 others planned. enjoy some fluff!!

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Lorcan Salvaterre was a terrible gift-giver.

It wasn’t something he would ever try to deny, nor that he was particularly ashamed of. It was simply a fact. He wasn’t good at giving gifts.

The reason was likely that he didn’t care enough to really put much thought into it. He did cherish his friends, and they knew that. So Lorcan had never seen the reasoning behind getting them fancy gifts anyway.

Not that any of his friends held his terrible skills against him. They accepted the packs of socks, gift cards to coffee places, and variety bags of chips without complaint. Lorcan normally did all his Christmas shopping in one day. Without leaving the drugstore.

No. It wasn’t until last year that Lorcan had actually worried about his gift-giving abilities. Last year had been his first Christmas with his girlfriend, Elide. He already thought she was way too good for him, and she totally was, not that Elide would ever agree with him. Lorcan had wanted to give her something to reflect what an amazing woman she was and how much he had cared about her.

He had thought about what to get her for months, debating between jewelry and clothes and bags, all which he knew Elide did have a fine taste for. But, after much contemplation, he had gotten her tickets to see her favorite band in concert. Elide had loved it, and Lorcan loved the memories he got to make with her that night: seeing that wide smile on her face, watching her dance and sing and jump along to the beat of the drums, how she had kissed him through the night. It was the best gift he had ever given.

Now, this year, the second year he was spending with Elide, he was nervous for a different reason.

He had purchased her gift months ago, had known what he had wanted to get for her for even longer. He had spent the past few months hiding it and rehiding it, paranoid that his extremely smart, terribly observant girlfriend would find it somehow.

But tonight, Lorcan had the gift tucked safely away in his pocket. The little, velvet ring box felt so much heavier than it actually was.

He was going to propose tonight.

Lorcan had been hyping himself all day, pretending that everything was casual as he helped Elide prepare their apartment for the party they were hosting this evening. It was Christmas Eve, and their friends were all heading over for dinner and gift-giving.

Elide was in the kitchen, going around and lighting a few candles. She looked lovely tonight, dark hair loose and gleaming, a thick sweater hanging from her shoulders, nails painted a deep red.

Lorcan twisted the ring box between his fingers, hidden in his pocket. His heart was a pounding drum within his ears, practically drowning out the sounds of the cherry holiday music Elide had playing over the speakers. He knew their guests would be there any minute, but he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Elide, love?” he called as she finished lighting the last candle.

“Yes?” she replied, striding towards him and kissing his cheek. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. It’s just… you know how much you mean to me, right?”

Elide’s brows furrowed slightly, but her smile didn’t falter. “Of course, Lor. Just as much as you mean to me.”

Lorcan’s heart clenched in his chest. He truly loved this woman.

“Elide…” he continued softly, reaching out and taking both of her hands within his own. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved in my life. You mean the absolute world to me. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Nothing?” Elide said with a playful smile. “And if I asked for all the stars in the sky?”

“Then I would go up there myself and get them for you. As well as the moon, for good measure.”

She laughed. It was a beautiful sound.

“Elide Lochan…” Lorcan whispered, releasing one of her hands and reaching into his pocket. “There’s nothing I’d rather do than spend the rest of my life with you… so, I have to ask-”

The question that rested on the tip of his tongue never got the chance to be uttered. The front door slammed open suddenly, Aelin Galathynius standing in the threshold, a bottle of wine in one hand, a neatly wrapped gift in the other, and an infuriatingly wide smile on her face, completely oblivious as to what she had just interrupted.

“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!” she shouted, strolling into their apartment. Rowan was right behind her, Aedion, Lysandra, and Fenrys following.

Elide made to turn and greet their guests, but Lorcan held firmly to her hand.

“No,” he said, grinding his jaw and shaking his head. “This isn’t going to wait and you-” he pointed to Aelin, “can shut the fuck up for two minutes.”

In true Aelin fashion, her eyes darkened dangerously and it appeared as if she was going to start arguing. Or cursing. But, Rowan, who knew Lorcan best, placed a steadying hand on her arm. They had one of their stupid no words needed conversations, and Lorcan saw Aelin relent. That was all he needed to see before he grabbed the box in his pocket and dropped to one knee.

He ignored the gasps from their guests, only having eyes for the woman in front of him. Elide’s dark eyes grew wide, hand covering her mouth in surprise. Lorcan had never felt more vulnerable, more nervous, than he had in that moment.

“Elide, I love you. I want to spend every day of the rest of my life with you… if you’ll have me.” He swallowed hard once before sucking down one more bracing breath. “Elide… will you marry me?”

It was then that he saw the tears begin to well in Elide’s eyes. Her hands shook slightly as she lowered them from her face, revealing a wide smile. She nodded wordlessly once before she spoke.

“Yes,” she rasped, voice quivering with emotion. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Lorcan.”

She held out her left hand towards him, and Lorcan didn’t hesitate before sliding the ring into place. He rose to his feet, taking Elide’s face between his palms and kissing her soundly. Their friends cheered and congratulated them, and although Lorcan didn’t want to truly stop kissing Elide, he'd rather do it when they didn’t have an audience. So, they eventually parted. Their friends came around them with hugs and congratulations, the girls wanting to see Elide’s ring and the men patting Lorcan on the back.

The rest of the evening was wonderful. They ate and drank and laughed, everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves. They moved to the livingroom to do the Secret Santa exchange, Elide sitting snug at Lorcan’s side. When it was his turn to give his gift, he reached into the drawer by the couch and pulled out the unwrapped stick of Old Spice deodorant, tossing it to Aedion, who actually seemed to enjoy the scent.

Eventually, the evening ended and their guests left with rosy cheeks and sleepy smiles. They all wished each other a merry Christmas one more time before they departed, leaving Elide and Lorcan alone once more. His girlfriend, or rather, fiancé, didn’t wait long before draping her arms over his shoulders and pressing herself firmly against him.

“Do you like your gift?” Lorcan asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It took me months to pick out the ring.”

Elide lifted her finger, examining the diamond. “The ring is beautiful, yes, and I love it but… the ring isn’t the gift. The gift is getting to spend the rest of my life with you. As your wife.”

Lorcan didn’t think it was possible to love her anymore but in that moment, he fell a little deeper. He kissed her again, slowly, sweetly, holding her close. He parted, only to tuck her closer to his chest, pressing his lips against the top of her head before whispering into her hair, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

#elorcan #did i write an elorcan engagement scene like a month ago? #yes #but this one is CHRISTMAS #my writing

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handmaid - 04

PAIRING: mob!sebastian stan x ingenue!reader

WARNINGS: age gap

A/N: i’m sorry i’ve taken so long to update, i’ve started my online internship and for the past 24 hours i’ve been looking at papers about various medicines so i had to give myself a break 😂 hope you enjoy this one xx

NEXT CHAPTER

Sebastian hated to miss the opportunity to see Y/N go through a whole lot of various dresses, however, working with clueless idiots meant he had to drive straight to his place for an impromptu meeting. It was boring to say the least and at the end of it, he didn’t feel like getting dressed up with a silly mask and host a ball in the reception of some sleezy hotel. However, appearances mattered and although most people had known he was bethroted prior to before him even knowing him, he still had to parade around with Genevieve as if they were the happiest couple on Earth. They weren’t and they would never be.

For starters, Sebastian despised the tactics applied by the Forrests when running their business with absolute trust in everyone who worked for them. Additionally, both his prior encounters with Genevieve had been awful and none of them were really interested in keeping the facade of happy couple behind closed doors.

However, he had to admit that having Y/N parading around as a direct consequence of his future wedding was no bad thing. He had a sly smile as he sat against his chair, thinking about her. He found her delightfully naive and extremely sheltered for someone who followed Gwen around like a lost puppy. There was something extremely captivating in seeing a woman who was untainted by the environment she lived in and due to his extremely good sharp-eye he had mostly memorised her reactions. How she would bring her hand up to only her left cheek when she felt embarrassed, the constant lip bitting which on its own could possibly attract all the unwanted attention in a room, the constant pulling and smoothing of her clothing fabrics whenever standing next to someone of power ... If it was an act, well, then she was a very good actress.

He would’ve probably been stuck in the mindless act of thinking about someone who’d probably run to the hills at the mere thought of being intimate with him, had it not been for the clock in the wall showing that it was already time for him to possibly get ready.

Sebastian got changed out of his suit into a new one, grabbing the mask on his way out and proceeded to pace the floors of his living room expecting Gwen. Of course, part of him was only pacing the floors and not in the car because he wanted to take a quick peak at his fiancée’s handmaid but he wouldn’t admit that to himself. At least out loud. This was quickly thrown out the window once he saw Gwen coming down the stairs in her red gown, black satin mask in place, followed by her bodyguard and not by Y/N. 

     - I see your shadow is missing. - he asked in a teasing manner, something Gwen didn’t take too lightly, rolling her eyes as per usual. 

     - Y/N is getting ready. Can we please go to the car and get this charade over and done with? - the heiress huffed, holding the fabric of her dress slightly up so she wouldn’t trip on it. Sebastian decided not to comment on it, thinking that poking the lion would only make it for a worse evening, so he ordered one of the countless bodyguards he kept in his penthouse to drive Y/N. The man nodded, as men usually did whenever he gave them orders and with that Sebastian left with his bride-to-be. 

Y/N on the other hand had finished setting her hair in place, sliding in a few star shaped pins onto her hair which had been a gift from Dan once she graduated from university along with Gwen. She extremely cherished them and thought there was no better occasion to wear them but tonight. 

Her eyes slightly gazed onto her reflection in the mirror, thinking she looked exactly like what she used to believe princesses looked like in fairytales and couldn’t help but slightly smile at the sight. Once she stepped out of the room, ready to supposedly join the rest of the people downstairs, she was met with another bodyguard who gestured for her to follow him. 

    - Did Gwen leave already? - she questioned, her instinct of making sure her friend was safe on the back of her head screaming at her. 

    - Miss Forrest and Mr. Stan left early. - he replied in the usual monotonous voice that didn’t leave room for many questions. - We shan’t take too long. 

Meanwhile, Sebastian was having a tedious time. Wherever he turned to there were either people trying to lend money from him, talk business with him, or congratulate him on his engagement, all things that made him want them removed from his inner circle. Yet again, he can’t just get rid of people because they’re a nuisance, usually they have to give him a reason, which after some time they always do. 

He knew exactly what he had signed up for when he agreed to this ludicrous show off party, he had signed up for a night of fake kissing and fake laughing all while wearing a stupid last minute Phantom of the Opera mask he had from the last time he’d seen it. It was a pretty boring night except for the champagne flutes that luckily seemed to find him whenever he felt like putting a bullet into someone’s head for talking too long. 

Contrarily, Genevieve seemed to thrive in these functions as shown by the way that she was introducing herself in several conversions and, very unprofessionally, flirting with various mob family’s bodyguards. It wasn’t like Sebastian really cared, having a unfaithful wife wasn’t something new, however he still would like her to be at least respectful. 

His eyes roamed over the crowd, champagne flute in hand, as he noticed the commotion that settled at the entrance of the room. From the door emerged one of his bodyguards and in front of him Y/N. He couldn’t help but stare at her, his brain explaining that behaviour by telling him he could do so as he had paid for the dress. She stood slightly smaller than the crowd due to her constant habit of looking down but he could still see her perfectly clear in a ankle length beige dress covered in lines of pearls which matched her equally beige shoes. Just like everyone else she had a masquerade mask wrapped around her face with a bow made of black ribbon. 

The moment Gwen set her eyes on her friend, she was pulling her into her own social circle leaving Sebastian to observe her. As per usual, she didn’t speak much unless addressed and even when addressed she would bounce the conversation to someone else, hands always slightly tucked in front of her stomach, and a look that told him she probably disliked this party more than she did.

Social gatherings weren’t Y/N’s cup of tea, despite going to at least more than a hundred of them in her life time. She always thought them to be extremely fake with people putting on several different personalities throughout the evening in order to entice various upper ranked mobsters. 

     - We must discuss business someday, Miss Forrest. - one man pulled Genevieve away from Y/N leaving her by her lonesome. Her fingers drew over the top of the champagne flute looking around at everyone. Some people she knew, some were men close to Mr. Forrest with their new wives, some their sons. There were some people she had seen from hit lists and others from birthday presents. Her eyes laid on Mr. Stan and his perfectly tailored navy suit. His posture screamed power, dominance and authority without even trying, even with that matte white half mask. 

She cleared her throat, turning her head to face the opposite wall once her gaze was met by his. Y/N couldn’t stare at him, he made her nervous without saying a single word. Funny thing was, she did not know why he made her nervous. Sure he was a mob boss with probably a few kills under his belt but she had grown up around that type of people, yet he made her nervous. He made her feel like digging her own hiding hole whenever he look slightly in her direction. 

    - Miss Y/N ... - came a voice from behind her, making her drop the flute on the ground. Despite the noise, no one turned their head, too busy in their own conversation. - Didn’t mean to frighten you.

    - Mr. Sta... Sebastian, good evening. - she took a step back, noticing how close he was to her. He was close enough she could smell his cologne, the type of smell that made a girl want to wrap herself in a guy’s scented clothing. - I spoke with the saleswoman and she said I could return the dress later. 

    - It’s a gift, angel. You should keep it, it suits you. 

    - This is the type of gift you give to Gwen, not to me. - she smoothed over the fabric of her dress.

    - Miss Forrest has enough dresses as it is. Speaking of gifts ... - his hand went to his pocket, pulling a golden chain. - I believe this is yours. 

    - My necklace. - her heart swelled up as she saw him hold her golden necklace. Mindlessly, she wrapped her arms around him, taking him by shock. Normally, he’d have the head of whomever tried to hug him. - I can’t believe you found it. 

    - You dropped it on the club. I’ve been meaning to return it but it passed my mind. - he handed it over to her who like an over excited child getting a new piece of clothing for Christmas, immediately wrapped it around her own neck. However, it was slightly hard for her to clasp the necklace herself which automatically and mindlessly led Sebastian to hold both ends of the chain in his hands, her hand slightly grazing his as it left the clasp and rested upon her abdomen. 

It was a rather easy clasp leading the moment to be over in less than a second if so, however his hands instead of returning to stand politely over his pockets, he instead left them softly against her warm shoulders, a stark contrast to his cold ones. This contrast did not go unnoticed by her, her skin trembling and shivering at the touch that seemed to last a whole millennium.

    - Uhm ... - she cleared her throat, slowly turning around to face him. - Ho...how are you enjoying your evening?

    - I would rather be doing anything else, Miss Y/N. - he chuckled darkly, grabbing another flute as a tray passed by. 

    - You should call me Y/N if I’m to call you Sebastian. - she walked alongside him, through crowds of people which like the red sea to Moses would part so he could pass through. - It’s only fair.

    - Fairness isn’t exactly my strongest suit, angel.

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Berlermo + Teachers AU 🤩

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“Isn’t gold like, really reactive?”

Martín stared at the offending student blankly. He thought he might burst a blood vessel.

He decided to give this count to ten thing a try, before finally sighing.

Asking was unavoidable, even though he was almost certain he already knew the answer.

“Where did you hear that?”

The girl blinked at him with wide eyes, like she simply couldn’t believe he was reacting like this to her perfectly accurate scientific facts. “Señor Fonollosa told us, earlier today.”

Martín didn’t normally sneer at his students, but now he came close. Whenever any of them carried completely mistaken and equally unfounded opinions about something only tangentially related to whatever Martín was currently trying to teach them, the culprit was never far.

It had always been a little unclear to Martín if Andrés de Fonollosa hated him.

At first Martín had been certain he did, because Andrés had been so snobbish and pretentious, and because nothing was worse than being informed by snooty teenagers that the inner core of the Earth was liquid, actually.

But then Andrés started inviting him for coffee, or dinner, and they would have insightful conversations about their respective subjects. Of course, Andrés seemed to be taking notes on Martín’s just to use them to ruin his life—but still. Andrés willingly sought him out, and he didn’t seem hateful about it, anymore.

Martín had never particularly wanted to play friends with any of his colleagues, but Andrés had made this decision for him.

“Well, he was mistaken. Gold is actually quite unreactive. Even though it has only one electron on its outermost shell, which would normally—”

“But señor Fonollosa said—”

“And he was mistaken,” Martín repeated, very calmly, not at all irritated. “Now can we continue with the class?”

Why was she so perfectly willing to take an art teacher’s perfectly unsubstantiated opinion over his anyway? Was it because she had a crush on Andrés? That seemed to be the case for many – optional art courses had never before been so popular. If Martín knew enough about colour theory to butcher it, he would have done so as a form of revenge. As it was, he wasn’t even quite certain what the term encompassed, but Andrés certainly seemed very fond of it.

After the class, Martín was extremely grateful to have a free period. He had been planning on spending it grading exams, but now he decided, on a whim, that what he needed was a coffee from the cafeteria, and a tea for Andrés. Andrés had bothered him during so many free periods, it was clear that the breaks in their days lined up perfectly.

Andrés's office was in an annexe – probably just because he enjoyed telling students to come to the annexe and proceed to get lost on their way. Martín was certain that most people didn't even know what an annexe was. He didn't, anyway.

Upon his entrance, the man in question smiled at him from the corner of the room, where he had been painting. “Good afternoon, Martín. What brings me the utmost pleasure of your radiating presence?”

"Gold is very reactive?" he asked as a conversation starter.

Andrés smiled. "I’m afraid I don't know what you're talking about, señor Berrote." He accepted the tea with a nod and a content sigh, moving to his desk, motioning for Martín to assume the chair opposite.

"She literally said it was you."

Martín leaned over Andrés's desk, for he enjoyed the way Andrés never shied away from him. Andrés didn't let him down now, either. He smirked and leaned forward a fraction, so that their breaths mixed. He was staring at Martín with that eternal smirk of his, and Martín was certain that the sexual tension wasn’t his own invention. It would have been so easy.

Andrés had a fiancée, though. It was better to leave it at that, regrettable as it was. Martín pulled himself back and sat down in the chair he had been offered.

“So it was.”

“Why do you keep feeding them all these fake facts?”

Andrés shrugged, dramatically stretching his limbs. "I only do it for my most promising students, you know. They shouldn't be wasting their time on chemistry classes—"

"It's a compulsory course," Martín interrupted. Unlike art, by the way.

"Regardless. The sooner they realise they have no future in STEM – doubtlessly their parents want them all to become doctors – the better. I'm doing the world a service.”

Such incredibly backwards logic – Martín wasn’t at all surprised, although he wasn’t sure how he felt about the implication that Andrés actually did care about his students succeeding – even if his methods were rather unorthodox. Martín couldn’t claim to have such a passion for the teenagers he was teaching – he cared about chemistry, nothing else.

"You got the sugar right," Andrés praised him, changing the subject.

Martín rolled his eyes. They had been having these little black coffee / sweet tea outings for months; of course he got the sugar right.

For a man with a betrothed, Andrés sure spent an awful lot of time making plans with Martín.

But that’s none of my business, Martín thought as he sipped his coffee.

"Oh, a film just came out that I would like to go see," Andrés said, like he had just happened to think of it. Martín knew him better than that, though – he was always making plans for everything he said and did. This, too, was calculated.

"Yeah?"

"It's Argentinian. I feel like I could use a translator."

“Charming. Isn’t your fiancée Argentinian?” Martín had never met her, but he remembered distinctly how Andrés had grinned to him, his first week at this job, saying you’re Argentinian. Like my fiancée.

“She’s out of town, and I’ve already bought the tickets. Tomorrow night?”

“I’m busy.”

“Wednesday, then.”

“I thought you had already bought the tickets.”

Andrés simply smiled at that. “Is that a yes?”

Martín shrugged. “Will I be hearing any more botched science from your students today?”

Andrés hummed, clearly proud of himself. He was doing the world a service, after all. “I told one that the Moon is slowly moving towards the Earth. That it will eventually kill us—"

“Please stop talking, actually.”

“If you’ll come see the film with me.”

Martín sighed, in an entirely staged manner. “Emotional blackmail.”

“That’s a yes.”

Andrés had a fiancée. But if said fiancée was out of town, and this was how he chose to spend his free time, who was Martín to judge him? He enjoyed Andrés’s company. They were co-workers. They seemed to be on their way to becoming friends.

Martín had never cared for friends, before, but he didn’t completely mind this one.

“Yes.”

#hope you like this dearest!!! thanks again for putting me up to this honestly #this isn't just about me trying to regain your favour by writing fluff haha #I wrote a third of this on my phone yesterday while waiting on my car's annual check-up #shout-out to boyfriend for providing me with fake science for Andrés - I only know and care about electron shells myself #Place your bets - does Andrés's Argentinian fiancée actually even exist? #Surprisingly I have all the answers about this Andrés #Hope whoever else reads this likes it too!! I forgot to say that earlier haha #ficlets #asks #au ficlets #tumblr prompts #sorrydearie #berlermo #lcdp #teachers au #also if you're still reading these tags - well thank you firstly - please prompt me your fave Berlermo Disney film no one's done it yet #How many times did I get lost while looking for a room in the annexe at uni? The answer is yes.