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povlvr · 2 years

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1 • A New Kind Of Mission | OPERATION: FAKING IT ...?

1 • A New Kind Of Mission | OPERATION: FAKING IT …?

Description: You are summoned to a meeting with Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & the long suffering PR Executive to present a new kind of mission: Operation: Faking it. Fake dating Bucky Barnes to raise his reputation with the public sounds fun, right?

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Cute Bucky, swearing.

A/N: I can't believe the response the master list got so thanks for all the likes & follows!! FYI I wanted the presentation above to look as goofy & ridiculous as possible, as though Tony actually sat at a computer tongue out in concentration drawing tiny hearts around Bucky.

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‘Could you repeat that again from the top Tony?’ you glanced at the shy super soldier to you left expecting a similar annoyance that you were feeling to be reflected back at you, if anyone looked like they wanted the floor to open up & swallow them whole it was him & quite frankly you were ready to jump in there with him because you were convinced you had entered a parallel dimension before you were summoned into this meeting; that is the only explanation.

You didn’t even give Tony the chance to open his mouth, holding your finger up to shush him as you began summarising the tomfoolery that had just been presented to you.

‘You are concerned about the image of the team, specifically public opinion of Sargent Barnes, the man whom I might add saves the world on the regular & has jumped through hoop after hoop to appease the government & public, so the only way, literally the only strategy a so-called ‘genius’ with a powerhouse of a PR team behind him can come up with is to stage a romance between said super soldier & myself? Did I get everything there? Encompassed your PowerPoint presentation you worked so tirelessly on, clip-art hearts & everything?’

‘You seem to have grasped the basic concept of ‘Operation: Faking It’ & also thank you for noticing the hearts.’ Tony cockily boasted; you loved Tony, you really did, but even this was trying your patience.

After giving yourself a moment to gather your thoughts, including a exagerrated irritated breath release & nose bridge pinch you were ready to verbally rearrange his insides, when in doubt point out a man’s stupidity & misogyny aka the Romanoff technique.

‘Again, it’s not quite adding up for me because you’re telling me that all the years I have been working my ass off to be in the position I am was leading up to the moment where I have basically been told my sole use in the team is to fake a relationship so that the public, who are complete morons by the way will like a man who was a prisoner of war, tortured & brainwashed for 70 years?’

You caught the smirk on Bucky’s face out the corner of your eye, you knew he would enjoy witnessing Tony Stark being firmly put in his place & you hoped he didn’t think your reluctance to participate was anything to do with him.

Tony’s offended face & fake pearl clutching almost broke your composure ‘Don’t twist our words kid, you know you’re a valued member of the team & everyone’s favourite Avenger.’

‘Then why was I asked? Why me? You could have chosen Natasha? Hell, you could have actually thought outside the box & suggested Steve, Sam, Thor? You know be an ally & get the LGBTQ+ community behind this.’ Yours & Tony’s silent battle of raising a brow to each other was swiftly interrupted by the ‘expert’ PR Exec.

‘You were chosen because your image with the public is solid across the board which will intern lift Sargent Barnes’ & the market research concluded that the idea of two assassins together would make the public nervous.’

‘Ex assassins’ you & Bucky corrected in tandem between gritted teeth. If looks could kill she would have been dust from the scowl you gave her.

Tony was quick to lower the tension, knowing you were a hair's breadth away from walking out, ‘Plus you’re his type & Thor doesn’t look like he’d snuggle up to Barnes quite as adorably as you would for the cameras.’

‘Would people even buy it?’ the whole time the ridiculous proposal was being presented you couldn’t help thinking that the public wouldn’t even fall for it?

‘If you make it convincing enough they will, public dates, hand holding, glancing into each other’s eyes, bit of PDA, under the jumper action around the city.’

‘Thin ice tony’ You warned. A wave of humiliation overcame you at having to ask the question & address the elephant in the room. ‘What I was implying is that Sargent Barnes is a 10. I am … well not, would they even believe he’d date me?’

Tony’s face fell at your comment & you could see Bucky’s expression of confusion in your peripherals, normally you’d explain a modern term to him but this one he could remain clueless about, the last thing he needed to hear was that you thought he was a 10.

You were confident enough when it came to guys, but Bucky wasn’t any other guy, he was probably the prettiest man you’d ever laid eyes on, he was huge & had a hell of a stare on him but was so soft once you got to know him, you’d become friends since your arrival in the tower. You never thought of him as more than a friend, he could do date anyone he set eyes on, like someone supermodel levels of hot so never thought of him as more than a friend.

Tony looked at you with the sincerest face you’d ever seen on him, ‘You’re an 11 kid.’

As much as you appreciated the gesture & threw him a little wink of thanks you were still completely unconvinced this was going to work.

‘Whilst I commend the work that went into the presentation, I’m not sure going for a coffee & dinner is going to get anyone talking.’

‘Well, there’s a little more to it than that.’ Tony stated like he was pointing out the obvious that this stuff is rife in the entertainment industry.

‘We hire a photographer & leak some pictures to the press for your coffee date, it will drum up some attention for the gossip sites & then fan attention with social media will do the leg work to get you noticed in the wider news circuit.’

‘So, you’re almost encouraging strangers to spy on us, that’s a bit of an ick for me Tony.’

‘You’ll be safe with Tin Man over there.’ He assured.

‘I know I will be, but who’s to say that when I’m on my own I will be safe if people are reporting my location to Deuxmoi every day, where I hang out, my schedule.’ You shuddered at the thought, yeah you could handle yourself but the idea of looking over your shoulder constantly wasn't appealing.

‘Tony, I’m not putting her in danger just to score points.’ Bucky warned, he’s a man of few words but when he does speak everyone in the room pays attention at his deep gravelly voice, you couldn’t help noticing the way his jaw was clenching.

‘Ok, if you agree to this then switch it up, go to a new coffee place, bakery, book shop etc just whilst we’re running the campaign. Oh & it’s probably best you both temporarily re-locate to the tower too, just to prevent any potential for people following you home. I’ve already set up the arrangements on the assumption you agree.’

The very quiet PR chimed in. ‘It’s not that we expect crazy fans to show up at your door, we just expect the media focus to be intense at the start & you really don’t want them chasing after you home.’

‘Enough Tony, she’s not uprooting her whole life, putting herself in danger for me & my mistakes, all to prove to people I’m no longer a psycho killer.’

You reached across to squeeze his arm, he wasn’t huge on physical touch but you both needed grounding to keep this meeting from boiling over, you spoke to him earnestly ‘They weren’t your mistakes Bucky.’ Before turning back to Tony ‘if and it’s a big IF I do this then relocating to the tower is a sensible option I guess, I’d have a list of demands though & so will Bucky.’

‘I expect nothing less kid. Look, it will be initially coffee, dinner, a bit of social media interaction, attend a party or Gala nothing taxing & nothing you don’t already do as friends, so just hold hands, stand closer to one another & the gossip sites will put two & two together & write about you. Then we’ll reassess in a month to see how it’s going & if it’s worth continuing etc. Think it over & we’ll reconvene tomorrow.’

‘Ok but how does it end? It can’t go on forever, what if one of us meets someone, we’ll eventually start seeing other people for real, I mean a girl has needs Tony.’ Bucky’s stomach weirdly dropped at the thought of something not even real ending, then couldn’t get his mind off you at your other concern.

‘Easy tiger, it’s simple, a ‘close source’ will tell a reputable publication that you work better as friends & decided to call it a day. You both get out of it your reputation intact & Bucky’s elevated if all goes to plan.’

You let out a breath & rubbed your face trying to keep your mind from going into overdrive, ‘Ok, can Bucky & I use the room to talk it over & decide if we want to do it?’

‘Sure you can Kiddo, oh … and no missions whilst this is going on, k byeee’

As the eccentric billionaire swanned out the office in style with the PR exec on his tail you turned to the Super Solider on your left, you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression, it was a mix between being perplexed by the situation & angry about being benched.

‘So, no missions aside, what do you think about all this?’

He couldn't quite look you in the eyes as he gathered his thoughts, ‘I think … I’m mainly embarrassed that I’m 107 years old & being made to stage a romance so that strangers on the internet will like me more & that you of all people are being dragged into it.’ A little sad smile graced his face before his customary scowl returned.

‘I get it, modern times suck I bet, but there will be more than just strangers paying attention. It’s laughable that they didn’t lead with appeasing the higher ups which could intern give you more freedom & less scrutiny seeing you as a ‘functioning’ person. I would have agreed to it in a second had that been mentioned, if you were comfortable with it, of course.’

‘But why are you so willing to help? It’s a lot to ask of you to put your life on hold, move & then the fake dating thing.’

‘Helping out a friend is reason enough. Plus, think about it, we won’t have to cook, clean or do laundry for like a month if we’re living in the tower, it will be like a vacation & Tony will give us whatever we want.’ You wiggled your brows coming up with a list in your head of ridiculous items you could ask Tony for as the Super Solider shook his head chuckling at you.

‘I only need a bed.’

‘Where’s the fun in that Bucky? We could be outrageous I’m thinking new car, a puppy, cinema room in my apartment, unlimited ice cream, a unicorn.’ You checked off your fingers at every wild thing running through your imagination.

He raised his brows trying to stifle a laugh at your ridiculous list, ‘you do realise unicorns are mythical beings, don’t you?’

‘Hey if anyone can get me a Unicorn, it’s Tony Stark.’

‘And a puppy? You are an actual puppy you couldn’t handle one on your own.’

‘Yeah, a puppy, why not? You can be their Papa. We could take him on walks around the city, the beach, oh my god we can set him up an Instagram account & all wear matching outfits in our pictures. It’ll be so freaking cute.’ You were practically bouncing on your chair.

Bucky being the voice of reason wanted you to think this over a bit more, ‘Don’t get your hopes up Doll, Tony hasn’t agreed to it yet, what about missions? Who will look after him? What about this when it’s all over, we won’t be living in the tower, so I won’t see him.’ He looked so sad saying that & you knew you had him wrapped around your finger, no one can say no to you.

‘You could come over & see him whenever you like or us come to yours, we’ll share, he’ll be ours. Tony can’t say no to me, he thinks he can, but I just need to flash him some fluttery lashes & he would sign over Stark Industries to me, so me asking for a puppy is showing him mercy, trust me, the puppy is ours. Fury will love him, did you know Fury loves dogs, he has two, I'm not supposed to say what kind, if anyone asks they are Dobermann's ... they're actually Pomeranian's, white little fluffy things. I bet we’ll have so many people fighting to look after him when we’re on missions.’

Bucky couldn’t help being swept up in the imaginary scenario of you sharing a dog with him, despite him knowing it was a terrible idea & all the horror scenarios his brain conjured at the thought he nodded his head at you. His therapist would be proud of him choosing the path that leads to potential happiness instead of the safe miserable one he usually went for despite it being reckless & not thought out in the slightest. Who was he kidding, he couldn’t say no to you.

‘Ok so the puppy is on the list’ he conceded, ‘But, do you actually need a new car?’ You beamed at him agreeing to the puppy so easily, you should use your powers of persuasion for evil if the hero life didn’t work out for you, you thought.

You shrugged your shoulders trying to justify the request knowing Tony would expect a valid argument presented to him to justify the cost, ‘Nope, I never drive but you just never know when you’ll need a ride so it’s handy to have, ya know?’ You argued.

‘Where are you going to keep the car, does your apartment have a parking garage?’

‘No, it does not. I could keep it at the tower, yeah Tony will let me.’ You nodded trying to convince him with your smug smile & challenging eye contact.

He looked at you amused knowing you would fold at his next logical question, ‘So, you’d have to travel to the tower to then travel somewhere else?’

‘I see your point.’ Ok, so you couldn’t win every battle & you really didn’t think the car through in fairness, it just sounded so fun to be able to go on rides in the middle of the night to McDonalds without anyone from Uber judging your eating habits.

‘How about if you need a ride you call me & I’ll take you, I’ve got my bike or my car if the puppy is with you.’

‘Sweet. I guess it lowers my chance of being kidnapped by an Uber driver.’ You grinned at him, he’d learn to regret that offer, you really did get on with Bucky & he seemed comfortable with you, he tended to keep you in check & according to Tony ‘within the atmosphere of reality’ when your enthusiasm or imagination ran riot, so you knew this would be a fairly simple assignment for you both.

‘hmmm what else could we get?’ you said thinking out loud, your fingers drumming on your chin as you pondered what else to ask for.

‘Like I said, having a bed, you & a puppy seems a good deal.’ You let his words sink in because he would be stuttering in no time at the gaff, oh his sweet innocent 1940’s mind.

‘What I mean Is …’ Bucky stuttered, he was such a gentleman that any accidental innuendo or double meaning took him a second to register & then a flood of embarrassment would hit him, it was incredibly cute really.

‘I got what you meant, don’t have a coronary. What about a cabin in the woods, co-ownership? We can take road trips, swim in a lake, see baby deer, build a fire. Oh, the puppy will love it, we need to think of a name for them, we can get matching Kagools.’ You quickly clapped your hands in excitement, you wanted a rainy forest & warm cabin covered in blankets & all snuggling up in front of the fire.

Bucky chuckled at you knowing there was no talking you out of something once you’d painted that picture in your head, ‘Whatever you want Bambi. Just make a list & see what you can get away with I say.’ He chuckled.

You blushed at the nickname, you needed to think of a woodland related one for him. ‘So, we’re doing this? Coffee, dinner dates, bit of insta flirting?’

‘Sounds like we are, no idea what insta flirting is though.’ He admitted shyly.

You smiled warmly at him, ‘I’ll teach ya.’ He couldn’t help reaching out for your hand & bringing it to his mouth, he didn’t understand why you were always so kind & understanding towards him, he always enjoyed spending time with you so to have an excuse to be in your vicinity whenever he wanted felt like it was his lucky day.

You winked as his lips touched your knuckles gently, ‘That’s the spirit.’

‘Hey, that was genuine.’ He faked scowled at you as he unlinked your fingers.

‘Oh, Sorry.’ You blushed at his gesture & that him being sweet came from a real place, you reached out to him & placed a kiss on his cheek.

‘So we’re doing this.’ You smiled at him & Bucky found himself reflecting it on his own, he would even go so far as to say he was looking forward to the next month.

As you made your way home to pack up your belongings & spend one final night in your apartment you couldn’t help but be excited for what was to come, yes for the puppy but Bucky being there with you too, he was a good guy & needed pushing to leave his house when he wasn’t on missions. He had once told you that living his life as a free man was stressful, he’d missed out on so much, having been held captive for so long he found the choices of what to do & where to go overwhelming at times so just stayed home. You always hated the thought of him alone, so having a little family tied together with a puppy would be good for him, who cares about the PR bullshit you thought.

The next day you both crossed the T’s & dotted the I’s & laid out the final plan & agreements with Tony & Rachel the ‘PR wizard', you’d snitch on Tony to Dr Strange at a later date for the ridiculous title he gave her.

So, you didn’t end up getting the blue whale on your list, you compromised graciously with a whale watching trip, a trip to Wakanda to see Bucky’s goats, use of Tony’s log cabin in the woods whenever you liked, a puppy & unlimited Ben & Jerry’s for life for both you & the super soldier, quite frankly it seemed like a sweet deal.

Bucky quietly admired your strength in arguing every crazy demand & saw Tony almost working out how he could get you a blue whale at one point before you relented to common sense once Bucky had managed to talked you down but mostly he loved seeing the sheer joy on your face at every yes from Tony, immediately turning to him with a wink, he knew that the next month or so would be filled with your unwavering enthusiasm for every event & would hopefully let him experience some of it through you, it was just a few dates & pictures with a friend, nothing more, right?

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Hoped you enjoyed guys, this was just the set up chapter ready for the two fluffy idiots to commence their faux romance. Don't forget to like, reblog & follow!!

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babyjakes · 2 years

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event | whumptember 2022

prompt | being protected

pairing | bf!ari levinson x reader

warnings | i wrote this while thinking about matilda by harry styles so automatically it's gonna be emo asf, reader has an emotionally abusive family (focus on father bc same <333), protective!!!!!ari, ari and reader’s dad face off a little, this is just me healing my inner child okay no big deal

word count | 898

i am just thinking about. this song. and like living it through dating ari basically.

maybe reader and ari have been dating for a while. and ari has come to understand the circumstances of her family life and how her childhood was. he is treating her different in every way from the abuse she endured and little by little she’s learning to love and trust with a safe partner that would never be so cruel and heartless to her.

she maintains a relationship with her family (her parents mainly) bc it’s the easiest way to keep the peace. ari supports her in this and knows it’s a complex decision to make. he would never want her to feel forced to cut them off by him, as he believes everything should be in her control and what she’s comfortable with. he knows trauma bonds can be complicated and that even though they’ve been horrible to her, reader does love them in the ways she’s learned to.

maybe there are minor conflicts or hiccups as time goes on but reader is mostly so distanced from them that she can just take space where she needs it and nothing ever becomes too much.

until a family gathering one evening when things end up finally going too far.

ari’s along with reader to visit her parents’ house, maybe her siblings are there as well and they’re all talking over dinner. the small talk is easy enough to navigate most of the time so it starts out civil and almost pleasant. but maybe reader’s father eventually starts going down a mean road, starting to pick on reader and criticize her, embarrassing her even.

ari’s face is stiffening as everyone but the two of them laugh. reader’s right next to him, her head hanging low in humiliation. he hates seeing how they treat her and how she sort of collapses into herself, not wanting to draw any more attention by calling out the harassment or defending herself. images flash in his head of pictures he’s seen of her when she was a little girl, so helpless against her abusers. it makes his blood boil to know she must be feeling so small still inside, so defenseless.

ari tries to shoot her father a look but maybe that only encourages him further and he says some really horrible, nasty things. aiming at her biggest insecurities, the places he knows will hurt most. as her father, he has the unfortunate privilege of knowing exactly how to break her down. and after one particularly despicable jab, ari’s had it.

his silverware rattles sharply against the table as it’s dropped. he rises to his feet and pushes his chair back out behind him with his legs. “that’s enough.”

reader is now looking up at her boyfriend with the biggest eyes, shocked and a little terrified; she’s never seen anyone stand up to her father before

the room is silent. no one knows what to do or say, not even reader’s loud-mouthed father himself

after a few moments the older man clears his throat and replies darkly, “excuse you, son?”

(but like let’s be real ari is bigger and stronger and just overall more beefy than him like if they were to fight… that would be really stupid on the old man’s part to accept such a challenge lol)

“i said, that’s enough. i won’t let you speak to her that way, not for another minute. how dare you? she drives halfway across the state twice a month to see you and keep the peace in the family, and this is what she gets? you don’t deserve her. and you won’t speak to her that way anymore; do you understand me?”

ari’s reaching down and taking her hand softly, his piercing gaze not leaving the man across the table for even a second. maybe the father curses and decides to stand up as well, starting off on some piss poor response, “you’re awfully bold, you son of a bitch. why i outta-” maybe he even makes the mistake of raising a hand at ari, and that’s when the devil really goes off in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t do that, if i were you,” he speaks so lowly, barely above a whisper but the room is dead silent so everyone can hear him. then he turns to reader, his voice much softer as he says, “c’mon, honey. we’re going home”

they walk out together, and no one dares to follow after them. when they reach the car at the end of the drive, ari pauses to hold reader’s hands in his own as he stands with just a few feet between them. it’s dark out but they can just make out the outlines of each other’s faces. reader’s eyes are full of tears. ari cups her cheeks and whispers through tears of his own, “i love you. i will never let them hurt you again.”

there’s a long way to go. i don’t believe that time would change your mind. in other words i know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go.

you can let it go. you can throw a party full of everyone you know. you can start a family who will always show you love. you don’t have to be sorry, no.

my therapist will be hearing about this one 👍

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dovahkinniez · 2 years

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FARKAS BF HEADCANONS!

— bf farkas. <3

bf farkas is a whole different person to who he is in everyone else’s eyes. let me explain why…

‘ice brain’ is exceptionally good at reading your emotions, one hint of an offish mood and he’s frowning trying to understand what’s wrong and if he finds out without asking you what’s wrong, he’s pretty good at helping you out.

he focuses a lot on things you like, he usually forgets stuff pretty easily but sometimes he’ll randomly remember you like this certain food or this flower and then soon after he will surprise you with it, just to show he remembers and cares.

great hugger. the best. big strong arms, amazing chest and they’re like the best pillow’s skyrim can offer you. a hard day? cuddles. a good day? cuddles. rainy days? extra cuddles. sunny days? sweaty cuddles.

he likes to pretend it’s you who is the cuddle bug but no, it’s him. he’s a furnace with a pulse so summer times you’re usually trying not to die in the heat between his arms but he doesn’t care. man needs his daily dose of cuddles.

his love language is both quality time and physical touch, since he isn’t too good with his words and expressing verbally he likes to express his love in those ways instead which is evident, physical touch more so when you’re both alone.

he’s likes it when you smell like him, wolfy thing? perhaps. but it makes him feel like people will also know you smell of him which means they’ll leave you alone - because obviously all of skyrim wants you, the big mighty dragonborn, so our beefy wolf likes to ward off the potential threats by letting his scent onto you.

after hard days this boy just wants some TLC. care for him, hum out his childhood lullaby and he’s off to sleep with a wink.

i just hope you’re comfortable because once he’s asleep he moves less than lydia when she’s in front of a door you’re trying to walk into.

he likes to kiss your nose. it’s a little thing he’s always done and will do. when you wake up he does it, before bed, when one of you leaves to work, before you eat. he always does it. and it sets you into a spiral each time because he’s so sweet.

farkas doesn’t understand his strength but with you he does and instead of treating you like an fully able adult he treats you like a porcelain doll - especially near the start of the relationship - gentle hugs, lightly holds your hand, soft kisses. he’s so gentle and it makes you laugh a little because you didn’t think he had that in him.

he has random mood drops. he can go weeks happy one day his entire mood will drop and he becomes this gloomy cloud and if he wasn’t clingy before he definitely is now. sometimes it happens when he’s with his thoughts too much, i see him as a self conscious man when it comes to his smarts and abilities.

vilkas was always the responsible smart one, farkas pinned as the stupid brute so from time to time this will weigh heavy on his conscience. tell him he’s smart, give him the love and reassurance he deserves. </3

he can sing. i don’t care who argues with me. his humming is enough to send you to sleep and when he sings it’s deep and soothing, he doesn’t do it purposely. when he’s doing his own thing he will naturally sing out a small song and each time it shocks you by how he’s good - don’t tell him though, he won’t sing again (until he forgets and does randomly hum or sing).

he’s also a lightweight. too much alcohol to him is the starters for the other companions.

he goes red in the face, mumbles random stuff and either tries to fight someone or tells them how much they mean to him - depends who they are and exactly how much he’s drank. he passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow though.

farkas is the sweetest partner ever and i will die believing that. there’s a juxtaposition between who he is to others and then to you and you love it because you get special attention while with the others its like ‘whatever, i’ll deal with them later. i’m with you right now.’

#☆ — mama dovie writes…#elder scrolls #elder scrolls skyrim #elder scrolls x reader #skyrim #skyrim headcanon #skyrim scenarios #skyrim x dovahkiin #skyrim x reader #skyrim farkas x reader #farkas x reader #skyrim farkas #farkas

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wordsbymae · 2 years

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King of the Outlaws (Alwyn) Alphabet 18+

Hey everyone! Hope your weekend was lovely! I'm planning on doing part 2 for Alwyn and the reader but in the meantime, while I watch a documentary, I thought I should write up his alphabet. Alwyn is a clear fan favourite so I hope this lives up to the hype.

Also, I hope I don't need to say this but I will just in case, I do not condone these sorts of actions!!! Or any actions in any of my work. This is pure fiction. The yandere aplhabet is not mine!

TW: This one is gonna be pure filth. Fem!reader, insecurities, insecure thoughts, smut, implied murder and violence, implied corruption kink, reader has got big boobies :), term whores used as a historical term, oral sex. Please use discretion!!!

Minors turn away now, please!

Let's get into it!

Part 1

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I think I have a thing for strong, beefy, tough, rough and somewhat aggressive yanderes being kinda dumb and just so in love with their darlings. Cause this man is all that and more. He is still cunning and witty, being able to plan the perfect heist or the perfect kidnapping. He is an expert manipulator, liar and pickpocket. He can run across rooftops like it's nothing and can outrun any guard after him. He's vicious with his daggers, silently assassinating anyone who is in his way and he is an expert swordsman (not in the way he knows the names of the moves just in the way he knows how to kill someone quickly and cleanly). But!!!!!! he just becomes this dumb, obsessed puppy whenever you're around.

Above I said he was an expert at kidnapping people. Yet, he failed every single time when he tried to take you and you had no clue. He would get distracted when he was meant to steal you cause the way the sun hit your hair made you look like you had a halo and he just forgot he was meant to yank you away. Or his men were meant to do it but at the last minute, he thought they would hurt you so he just tackles them when they go to do it. Also, he could have very easily stolen you from your room (despite what he said) but he would get stuck just lovingly staring at you from the tree he was meant to use as a ladder to your balcony. By the end of the week his men know he doesn't want to kidnap you for ransom and that he's obsessed with you instead, I see them encouraging him and trying to lift his mood, coming up with plans like "we can kidnap her father and threaten to kill him if she doesn't marry you" or " what if we threaten a noble to ask for her hand and at the last minute we swap you at the altar". he just groans and lays his head in his arms. He thinks he's never going to marry you and each mug of ale makes him think that the first plan isn't too bad at all. Until it's announced any man, noble or not, can ask for your hand as long as they can afford your bride price. To him, it's the ultimate jackpot. If he is able to get enough money (easy for him) he can marry you the honest way, and he can kid himself into believing you wanted him.

If people thought he was violent before it was nothing compared to the bloodshed he caused during that week. He went absolutely feral, robbing every single wagon, caravan and traveller who was stupid enough to journey through his woods. He does not care at all about the suffering he's causing (he used to let some people go, but now he's killing anyone who even thinks of hesitating to give up their coins) he is just thinking of you, sweet, beautiful you. I'm not gonna lie and say that his thoughts of you before he got betrothed to you were wholesome and pure. This man is a slut in the fullest meaning of the word. His thoughts of you are 90% centred around sex. He hasn't seen you naked yet (that happens the week before the wedding when he's hiding under your bed as you change) but he doesn't need to. He's more than happy to imagine you kneeling in front of him in that pretty blue dress of yours, your tits practically spilling out from the fabric and you're just looking up at him with those innocent eyes. he can only hope you would need him to help you through it. That you would need him to instruct you to unbuckle his belt and to edge his pants down and take out his cock. he could only hope you would whimper at the sight of it and look to him for guidance. That he would get to praise you as you would begin to leave soft kisses on its head before hesitantly taking it in your warm mouth.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

He was so cocky when he got the money, he didn't even think your father would refuse, so yeah he just waltzed into the castle and demanded to be seen by your father and even got some of his men to keep the guards happy (by fighting them all). He's then ripping open the doors, throwing the money on the table, falling into the chair in front of your father and begins discussing what colour theme he wants for the wedding (but he's happy to let you pick). The thing is he had no idea that you had made a deal with your father. He had no idea that your father was forced to say yes to him (always a man of his word), he really just thought your father was impressed with him. I think he gets quite sad to find out your father didn't say yes because he was blown away by his charming personality and good looks. You might have to reassure him and sook him for a few days.

All in all, to anyone else he is not a nice person, charming and slightly whimsical yes, but still an outlaw that would happily slit a man's throat if it could him a penny. To you? He is the sweetest man alive, constantly wanting to touch you and talk to you and do things for you. he is the ultimate dream man.

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Since he didn't 'abduct' the reader, just replace the abduction with forcibly married.

A = Affection (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

To him love is sex, but sex isn't love. The only intimacy he has ever had with women is through sex, and while he was never in love with them, it is the only way he really knows how to show his affection. He wants to prove to you his love through physical touch. Not only that but he is obsessed with your body as well, very much on his knees kissing your ankles sort of stuff and worshipping you. He is always trying to get up your skirts, constantly touching you and trying to convince you to have sex, anywhere and everywhere (he tried to convince you to do it while riding once, you thought it was a joke and he had to awkwardly pretend it was too). H

e is very possessive as well but he is a bit of a strange one, he wants to show everyone who you belong to, so he will try to fuck you in front of his men. He is more than happy to talk about your body and your sex life to them and will only stop if it makes you visually uncomfortable. but it is a fantasy of his to just take you on the large table in the planning room. You on your back, legs open wide, just cock drunk as he thrusts into you, showing you off to everyone. He will keep your dress on though and will probably kill any guy who seems to be enjoying themselves too much, but his ultimate fantasy is making sure everyone knows who you belong to and how much you love getting fucked by him.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

He was willing to kill anybody and everybody to get the money to marry you so yeah bloody. But very cruel as well. Tortue sort of stuff. he takes pleasure in killing and he is very good at it. i do see him being very quick with his killings, you have to be when assinating or during a robbery, but when it comes to you and someone tries to steal you from him or worse, your father tries to send men to 'rescue' you, he is going to be very cruel. blood and screams everywhere. just so they know not to fuck around with him. he also wants you to know that he is willing to do that for you and will encourage you to watch, instead, you very understandable run out of the screaming either crying or very anger at him. he just goes to find you arms open wide, blood everywhere trying to hug you. You would be the most mad if it was your father's men and i see him getting a bit frustrated because hes trying to prove to you how much he loves you and you dont understand.

C = Cruelty (How would they treat you once abducted? Would they mock you?)

he is very sweet to you in his own way. he won't be cruel deliberately but as we've seen he doesn't think before he says things or even does things. hell call you things he thinks are cute (like heifer, goose or whore) and even be a bit forceful (throwing on the bed, picking you up, not letting you outside the woods, etc), or even does things that the reader is uncomfortable with, (making her sit on his lap in front of other, touching her stomach, asking for her to sit on his face, putting his hand up readers skirt in front of his men and making her come in front of them, bragging to his men he has the prettiest princess and that they can only dream of a cunt like hers) but he never goes out of his way to be cruel or to mock. especially during sex or when you're opening up to him. Some people like being called mean things during sex but not this reader, this reader needs lots of support so being called a slut or whore or a dirty girl during sex will probably lead to some tears or anger. she doesn't see herself like that and would hate for him to see her like that. he thinks those names are 'cute' but learned very quickly to not call her them unless he wanted a broom to the dick.

on the other hand, he is very quick to reassure the reader and support her. at the time of writing this I haven't written part 2 but he has had a little insight into her own self-esteem and he can see it isn't very strong, so he will be quick to notice body checking or disinterest in food or staring too long at some of the leaner women that run with his crew. hell shut those down real quick, but sometimes the reader doesn't show any signs until she's hiding away crying, but because he's obsessed with you, you don't get a lot of time alone so he knows very quickly when that happens and is quick to help ease things.

D = Darling (Aside from abduction, would they do anything against your will?)

This one is tricky because I don't plan on the reader being opposed to him, I mean (and this going to sound bad) the reader was so desperate for someone to love her and for someone to desire her (whether they liked her personality as well or not) that when he started to show romantic (but mostly sexual) interest in her she was so happy and relieved someone (anyone) liked her that she was like well ok cool I guess I'm married to this guy then. and yes she does actually fall in love with him (he's been in love obsessed since the first sight). what I'm trying to say is that the reader very rarely says no. I mean look at their first sexual encounter, she never out rightly says no (even though the absence of a no doesn't mean yes) she doesn't actively struggle nor fight back with the intent to cause immense damage or to run away, she is happy to let him show his desire for her when he reassures her he is actually attracted to her and not just pretending to be.

So he never has had to force the reader to do anything, while she might protest a little ( and depending on his mood will drop it or continue pushing) but if he continues to push she is happy to let him. also as their relationship develops he's less likely to push things as the reader's confidence has grown and he doesn't want to get hit with a broom. But if she had fought him since the wedding? actually, try to hurt him and say nasty things or try to flee when they stopped for breaks on the way to the woods and really tried to fight him in his bedroom? I'll leave it up to your imagination but he's never been told no before.

E = Exposed (How much of their heart do they bare to you? How vulnerable are they when it comes to you?)

he will tell you everything, and it'll be the oddest secret and timing as well. He'll be fucking you from behind, hands gripping your hips and deep moans and high-pitched whines filling the room as you feel his heavy balls thud against your clit, and then he's grunting out how this reminds him of the turkey he once stole from a farmer back in the day and how he got into a fight with the turkey and how the turkey won and then how they become best buds until he got hungry and killed it for dinner. You have no idea how it reminds him but you really don't want to know.

also, he'll whisper to you in the middle of the night when he doesn't think you're awake that he doesn't think he's good enough for you, the bastard so of a lowly knight married to a lady. he talks of how he is terrified some lord is going to catch a glimpse of you and steal you away from him or worse you'll freely go. its the only time you've ever been scared of your husband when he whispers how he will never ever let you go and if you try to leave he will butcher your father's people before stringing your family along the castle walls, then he'll find whoever you runaway with, watch as he disembowels them and then how he'll fuck you next to their corpse. he says all this before kissing your head and going back to sleep. he still thinks you're asleep while you're there thinking how lucky you are to actually love this man and that you want to stay with him, for your family's sake.

F = Fight (How would they feel if you fought back?)

ahhh reader never actually fights back with the intent to hurt or escape so I don't really have a plan for this.

I said before that if the reader from the get-go was rude, and mean, fought him to hurt him and objected to his charms for sex he would not like that at all, but I'm taking this one from our reader's actions, not a hypothetical reader. I think this reader would only play fight or pretend fight like half mad half joking, and boy would he love it. he has spent his whole sexual adulthood fucking whores, whom he didn't really have any affection for.

don't get me wrong he was kind to them but he still took what he wanted without caring for their pleasure (i gotta humble you guys he's a man from a historical time period do you really think he knows where the clit is, or that it even existed?), he would go rough and fast chasing his own pleasure like a greyhound after a rabbit. but with you, he changes tactics, at first he planned on rolling you onto your hands and knees, flipping up your skirt and just driving his cock in, but then you got all sad and sappy and he got a bit affectionate so he was a bit gentle and slow and actually tried to get you off.

but he still is a man who likes it rough and fast so when you start to play fight with him, he is imagining pulling you down onto his cock while he lays on his back, hands tight on your hips as he harshly bounces you on his throbbing member. he would love to watch your tits bounce and he would love to tease your hardening nipples as he praised you for being his dirty little slut (first (and only) time he called you that you slapped him- you were born a lady so you got pretty mad) who just couldn't go one day without his big fat cock driving in and out of your cunt. you on the other hand are just having an innocent play fight over the last date biscuit.

G = Game (Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching you try to escape?)

he is a very jolly sort of person who would enjoy making sex a game. since the reader never plans on leaving and honestly doesn't see anything wrong with her husband or the shrine he has of her in the back room, he also thinks there's nothing wrong with threatening to kill her family if she ever left (even if she was 'asleep' when he said it). so while he is silly and a bit ridiculous it isn't a game to him, instead its the life he's always wanted ( a pretty woman sitting on his cock while he sucks on her nipples)

H = Hell (What would be your worst experience with them?)

when he says he has a surprise to show you and it's a half-dead man tied to a chair that you barely realise is the man who grabbed your arse in the marketplace. he'll use this as a good reason why not to leave the woods without him.

you had hoped for a puppy

I = Ideals (What kind of future do they have in mind for/with you?)

he is a simple man. you on your knees wearing nothing but jewels he stole for you, mouth open wide, tongue out, eyes begging for his cock while he pats your head and calls you his good girl.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

yes, he does get very jealous and he most definitely lashes out. but it's almost always his fault. he'll be the one to fuck you in front of his men, he'll be the one to sit you on his lap as his fingers fill you up while his men watch with greedy eyes, he'll be the one to brag about how sweet and supple your breasts are and how glorious they look with his seed spread out over them. So what was he expecting when a few of his men's hands wander to their own members when you walk past or a few greenhorns who don't know not to touch get a bit close and daring after listening to your loud moans all night. he gets very angry and very bloody. and hes down a few crew mates after that.

K = Kisses (How do they act around you?)

like he'll starve without touching you.

L = Love letters (How would they go about courting or approaching you?)

courting? he didn't even give you a choice in marrying him, there was no courting. unless you count him following you everywhere and listening to your pleasure yourself as he hid in your closet the week before the wedding, he does.

M = Mask (Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?)

yes, but if anything, everyone else gets the real him, cruel, violent, rough and a real killer, while you get the sweet, kind and charming him.

N = Naughty (How would they punish you?)

sex but in a fun way. like I said reader is more than happy to stay where she is so she never fights him on anything but he may 'punish' you if you decide to tease him or if you have been a bit cruel to yourself. he will either make you sit in front of a mirror as he fingers you and makes you repeat kind things about your body after him or he will edge you until you apologise for giving him blue balls.

O = Oppression (How many rights would they take away from you?)

none, except freedom of going somewhere and not being followed by a killing machine puppy.

P = Patience (How patient are they with you?)

very, we saw that in their first real conversation when the reader kept turning her head and he kept missing her cheek. while he was frustrated he was still very patient and would have allowed the same thing to happen a few more times by finally holding your face still. unless your teasing him with your tits, as long as you don't bend over in front of him and show him how hard your nipples are from him right now, you could do anything and he would wait patiently, so yeah teasing sex is a no go but telling him long-winded stories or getting a bit mad at him and giving him the silent treatment, he won't snap or anything

Q = Quit (If you die, leave, or successfully escape, would they ever be able to move on?)

hahaha, all the woods burnt down, and your family castle in ruins.

R = Regret (Would they ever feel guilty about abducting you? Would they ever let you go?)

no.

if anything he might feel like he's not good enough but hell be damned before some lily-livered lord tries to worm his way between your legs. he might not be good enough but neither is anyone else. so no not really and no never ever letting you go.

S = Stigma (What brought about this side of them [childhood, curiosity, etc]?)

just who he is really, I know some yanderes can have multiple darlings over their lifetime or whatever but he never had this side of him till he fell in love with you. I think its' really true love. but he also loves the idea of possessing something that nobody like him ever could imagine processing, an outlaw marrying a noblewoman. it's like the peasant boy's dream to have a lady begging for their cock, he's corrupting this woman who is so much better than him with his lowly peasant seed.

T = Tears (How do they feel about seeing you scream, cry, and/or isolate yourself?)

he would feel terrible, mainly since he made you cry by calling you his pretty heifer.

U = Unique (Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

ahh nothing I can think of.

V = Vice (What weakness can you exploit in order to escape?)

his lust but come on why would you want to leave him?

W = Wit’s end (Would they ever physically hurt you?)

no no no no no, only in play or in sex and always if you allow it. hypothetical reader? yes

X = Xoanon (How much would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

he adores you, he's on his knees worshipping every inch of skin he touches. he killed people for you so yeah he would go to very long, very bloody lengths for you.

Y = (How long do they pine after you before they snap?)

he saw you and then very quickly decided he wanted to keep you forever, so really as soon as he heard you make a funny joke about dogs

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you?)

no, can't break what is freely given to you.

#oc yandere #oc alwyn #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #oc #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #female reader #oc outlaw #chubby!reader #insecure!reader #midsized reader #yandere alphabet #yandere fantasy

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the-light-finds-its-way · 2 years

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K so here's how I fall in love with Ghaul.

While Papa Dumak is training all of us Guardians in the way of leadership, he brings attention of the Traveler's Legion to Ghaul, who's a Guardian now. Papa Dumak wants the Dominus to approve of his efforts, provide funding, etc. So Ghaul comes by to check out if this is truly worth it.

And I'm Primus of the Legion, alongside Papa Dumak. So naturally, it's him and I who welcome Ghaul. And upon me seeing him, I immediately am flustered. Gigantic alien beefy AF Titan. I'm blushing madly, but try to hide it and act professionally. This man could crush me with his pinky finger if he wanted to. I'm literally less than 1/5 of his size.

Anyway. Ghaul is lead around to see the Legion base, to see us all training. Papa Dumak shows him how we fight, and when Ghaul sees me fighting, he's astounded. I'm the smallest Guardian, I'm a whole whopping 4'11" (149cm), but I beat everyone. And Ghaul is like, "That one. I want that one to lead."

"Good thing is, he's already leader," Papa Dumak says.

Ghaul sees me wielding a sword, and a Cabal shield, and notices I never die. He's impressed by this. He wants a word with me after the sparring match.

We go to a private room, and Ghaul says how much he thinks I have going for me. He starts speaking in Ulurent, and I respond in the language fluently. Ghaul is once more astounded, and he says I have the will, heart, and soul of a Cabal, only the body of a Human. He would like to see me do more.

Ghaul draws his guns, and starts fighting. I go in, blocking with my shield, and deflecting bullets with the blade. Papa Dumak is panicked on the other side, thinking oh my Traveler, my son is facing off against the Cabal king, and he's gonna die. But I fight hard, and never back down, and eventually, I pin Ghaul down with the sword to his face, and he bows in defeat. He's impressed once more, and clearly blushing. We back off, and now I'm blushing, too.

Ghaul excuses himself from the room before making a fool of himself.

He goes to Papa Dumak, and asks for his permission to bring me on a date.

Papa Dumak is like, "You don't need my permission, my Dominus!"

Ghaul says it's only polite.

Papa Dumak says yes, absolutely he can ask me on one!

So Ghaul does. And I'm just silent in awe, blushing madly, and say I accept. Ghaul and I go on our first date, and it's perfect. He's a gentleman, he treats me with such respect. We finish off the night by going to the Crucible, but instead of watching, Ghaul says we'll be fighting. In a Crimson Days match. As partners.

We defeat everybody. We're the kings of the arena, and even Shaxx doesn't know what to say. He gives us crowns, and Ghaul leans down, picks me up, and gives me a kiss.

It's our first kiss.

Everyone cheers.

And that's the start of my self-indulgent, self-insert relationship.

#ignore me lol #mun is a titan and gay as fuck #dominus ghaul #me

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otunnicliffe · 2 months

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Chloe + Harry Potter And The Philosophers Stone

Chapter One: The Twins Who Lived

'Alright then Dumbledore, do you want to read the first chapter?'

Albus Dumbledore simply nods at McGonagall, and opens the book. 'This Chapter', he booms, 'Is called 'The Twins Who Lived'.

'Ooh! That'll be Chloe and Harry!' Alice exclaims to Gwendolyn excitedly.

Mr and Mrs Dursley of-

'Wait, I thought this was about Chloe and Harry?' Regulus says, abruptly stopping Dumbledore's storytelling. 'Who are the Dursleys?'

'Dursley... that name does ring a bell, but I can't put my finger on why.' Gwendolyn ponders.

'Isn't your sister, Petunia, dating a Dursley?' Kimberly asks.

'AHA! That's it!' Gwendolyn exclaims. 'Is it?'

'Yes, Miss Evans, the Dursleys are your sister and her husband,' McGonagall says.

'Why are we starting the story off with a bunch of muggles?' Narcissa scorns. 'Why aren't we talking about Chloe and Harry, or even Gwendolyn and James?' With this, everyone erupts into conversations filled with confusion about the beginning of this tale.

'Everyone!' Dumbledore booms, and the room instantly falls silent. 'Everything will be exclaimed. Now, if you all don't mind, let's use our ears and listen to the tale.'

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

'Don't exactly know why you'd be so proud of being normal,' Xenophilius mutters to Barty Jr. 'I personally find normal to be very boring indeed'.

'I agree mate,' Barty Jr whispered back.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

'I won't lie,' Sirius exclaims, as he shuffled down in his beanbag, hands going behind his head, 'That sounds like the deadest job ever.'

'I agree,' Calls Peter, mouth full of sweet treats.

'Ew, Pete!' Arabella groans. 'Swallow before you wallow!'

'Sorry,' Peter muffles, clearly not being very sorry at all.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache.

'He sounds like a right looker,' Andromeda exclaims, sarcastically, and the room erupted into laughter.

Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which became useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.

'That is deffo your sister, Gwen!' Arabella announces, Kimberly next to her chuckling in agreement.

'This book isn't very nice about my poor sister,' Gwendolyn says, whole trying not to laugh at the trueness of the definition of Petunia.

The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

'This is a lovely description and all,' says Bellatrix, who was already laid back on her seat, already very bored. 'But what does this have to do with us?'

'Patience, Miss Lestrange, Patience.'

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.

'What's wrong with the Potters?' James cried, defensively as he suddenly sat up in his chair.

'Do you want a list?' Severus cut in.

'Snivellous, watch it!

'James leave it!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, and James gave Severus the finger and turned away from him.

Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursleys sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,

'Me and my sister don't get along?' Gwendolyn exclaimed sadly. This garnered sympathetic looks from most of the people int hat room, apart from a few Slytherins, who really couldn't care less.

,because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband

'Way harsh!' James objected. 'I am NOT good-for-nothing!'

were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.

'Well I don't want to be like them anyway,' James exclaimed proudly, 'Do we Gwen?'

'Nope,' Gwen responded, letting out a small smile. James took this as a win.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had children too, twins, one girl and one boy, but they had never seen either of them. Those children were another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on a dull, grey Tuesday out story starts

'Merlin, has it only just started!' Bellatrix groans.

,there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country.

'What things?' Asked Peter, looking up from all the food he'd been eating.

'If you let the man talk, he'll tell us, stop interrupting!' Amos exclaims, also already fed up of this book.

'That was rude,' Peter mutters, but nonetheless shutting up to let Dumbledore continue.

Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

'Lovely child,' drawls Lucius, with disgust.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the wall.

'What a delightful child', Kimberly quipped, not even trying to hide her obvious sarcasm.

'Little tyke' chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

'He's got a car!' Exclaimed Arthur excitedly, looking up.

'Most people in the Muggle world do,' Gwendolyn explained.

'Well I am very jealous of Muggles!'

It was on this corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar- a cat reading a map.

Everyone suddenly turned to look at McGonagall.

'You're in this story too!' Amos exclaimed.

'Well of course, Mr Diggory,' She said, trying her hardest to hold back her smile.

For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realize what he had seen- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was the tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking?

'Oh Minnie, confusing Muggles yet again,' Sirius remarks, grinning broadly.

It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.

'McGonagall, no offense, but you really need to work on your being a cat skills,' Regulus jokes.

As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.

'Lies, we all know one who can.' Molly exclaims, pointing at McGonagall giddily.

Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about.

'Wizards wearing wizarding clothes in the Muggle world?' Alice quizzed.

'That's strange. That's like one of the things we know not to do!' Narcissa remarks, also looking puzzled.

People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes- the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. Mr Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald green cloak!

'Something big has happened,' Murmured Barty, 'Something huge in our world'.

The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt- these people were obviously collecting for something...

'Stupid muggles!' Chortled Bellatrix.

...yes that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

'I'm presuming that it isn't normal for owls to do that in the Muggle world?' Andromeda asks Gwendolyn.

'No. it's not at all,' Gwendolyn responds, brows furrowed in confusion.

'Question.' Remus says. 'Why are we reading about this? What about Gwen or Prongs? Or Chloe and Harry?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin, and all will be revealed.'

Most of them had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly fine owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls

'What's a telephone?' Arthur asks.

Gwendolyn got him a pen and a sheet of paper, and handed it to him with the instruction of 'write what you don't know and I'll explain later'.

and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunch-time, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakers opposite.

'Lard-arse,' Arabella exclaimed.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin.

'Stupid Muggle, they aren't collecting anything!' Bellatrix says.

It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

'Is this when we find out what happened?' Regulus said, trying to contain his excitement.

Everyone now, even Bellatrix, was listening intently.

'The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard- yes, their children, Chloe and Harry-'

'What happened to them?' Asked Gwendolyn, looking nervous.

'Why is everyone talking about us?' James asked, also looking nervous.

'Patience Miss Evans and Mr Potter, all will be explained.'

Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing home when he changed his mind. He put the receiver down and stroked his mustache, thinking... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure that there were lots of people called potter that had children named Chloe and Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his niece and nephew were called Chloe and Harry. He'd never even seen either of them, the girl or the boy. It might have been Charlotte and Harvey. Or Clara and Harold.

'Harold!' James exclaimed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. 'What a horrible name, why would I name my child that!'

There was no point in worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at the mention of her sister. He didn't blame her- if he'd had a sister like that..

'A sister like what!' Arabella exclaimed defensively. 'Gwendolyn is so much better than Petunia, that bitch!'

'I agree!' James says. 'I'd be more worried about his wife more than anything else.

...but all the same, those people in cloaks...

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside of the door.

'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was two seconds before Mr Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passers-by stare: 'Don't be sorry my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last!

'WHAT!' Came the collective shout from everyone in that room, excluding the teachers.

'He's gone?' James exclaimed loudly, 'But how?'

'That will be revealed soon, Mr Potter.'

Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy happy day!'

And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping his was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

'Shock me,' Remus said quietly. Kimberly chuckled.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw- and it didn't improve his mood- was the tabby cat he'd spotted this morning.

Everyone turned to stare at McGonagall once again.

It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure that it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behaviour, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word (shan't!). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

'And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'

'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars!'

'Shooting stars!' Exclaimed Gwendolyn. 'No wonder they're all wondering what's going on!'

Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early- it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.'

Arthur added 'Bonfire Night' to his list.

Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters...

Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. 'Er- Petunia, dear- you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?'

As he expected, Mrs Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

'I always knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she would take it this far!' Gwendolyn exclaimed, sadly. She once again received sympathetic looks from most of the inhabitants of the room. James put his arm around her comfortingly, and she softly smiled.

'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'

'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled.' Owls... shooting stars... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today...'

'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley.

'Well I just thought... maybe... it was something to do with... you know.. her lot.'

'Is that us he's referring to?' Andromeda asks. 'Witches and Wizards?' Dumbledore nodded.

Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'. He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could. 'This twins- they'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't they?'

'I suppose so,' Said Mrs Dursley stiffly.

"What's their names again? Clara and Howard, isn't it?'

'Chloe and Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me.'

'Says the one who named their child 'Dudley''. Kimberly scoffed.

'Chloe and Harry are nice names, especially in comparison to Dudley!' Regulus agreed.

'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'

'He can't talk about names!' Gwendolyn says defensively. 'His name is Vernon.'

This sent James into a pit of laughter.

'Who names their child Vernon?' Alice says, giggling.

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. it was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

'But what!' Remus asks, getting rather annoyed. 'What does this have to do with Gwen and Prongs?'

'Patience, Mr Lupin.'

'I don't have that at the moment.'

Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did.. if it got out that they were related to a pair of-

'Pair of what?' James asks, defensively. 'What's wrong with me and Gwen?'

well, he didn't think he could bear it.

'Well, I can't bear the fact that I'm gonna be related to you!' James says. 'Such a horrible, boring man!'

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he feel asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind...

'What's his issue with us?' Amos asks.

'He perceives us as not normal,' Xenophilius explains. 'And he only likes normal things.'

He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them...

How very wrong he was.

'What do you mean by that?' James asked quizzically.

'Do we turn up at their doorstep?' Gwendolyn asks.

'Patience, Miss Evans, Mr Potter.'

Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the the wall outside was showing no signs of sleepiness.

All eyes again returned to McGonagall.

It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unthinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

'Where you not bored?' Regulus asks.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground.

All eyes went to Dumbledore.

'Is it you, sir?' Molly asks.

Dumbledore shrugs, but the grin on his face gave it away that it was, in fact, him.

The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard. which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes, were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

'But why are you at Privet Drive?' Remus asks. 'What happened?'

'Once again, patience Mr Lupin.'

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered 'I should have known'.

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up into the air and clicked it. The nearest street light went out with a pop.

'Oh that's so cool!' Frank exclaimed.

He clicked it again- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.

'I bet your sister would have still tried though, right Gwen?' Arabella teased. Gwendolyn chuckled lightly.

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it. 'Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall.'

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking women who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had around its eyes.

'That's our Minnie alright!' Sirius joked, smiling at the teacher.

She too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

'How did you know it was me?' she asked.

'My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'

'You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day' said Professor McGonagall.

'All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passes a dozen feasts and parties on the way here.'

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily. 'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no- even the Muggles have noticed something's going on/ It was on their news.' She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls... shooting stars.. Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent- I bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'

Everyone in the room recognised the name. Diggle was a Hufflepuff a few years above them, and they all happened to agree with McGonagall on her evaluation of him.

'You can't blame them,' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years'.

'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. 'But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumours.'

Everyone's head poked up at this.

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't so she went on: 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?'

'It certainly seems so,'

Everyone gasped.

'But how!' Barty Jr asked.

said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?'

Arthur wrote 'Sherbet Lemon' on his list.

'A what?'

'A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of.'

Arthur crossed it off his list.

'No, thank you,' said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. 'As I say. even if You-Know-Who has gone-'

'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort'

Everyone in the room let out an involuntary shudder, except Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. 'It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who". I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

Another shudder from everyone.

'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. 'But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort- was frightened of.'

'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldemort had powers I will never have.'

'Only because you're too- well- noble to use them.'

'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey like my new earmuffs.'

Alice and Molly giggled to each other at that.

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, 'The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'

'Are we finding out now?' Remus asks.

'Yes, Mr Lupin.' Everyone was now sat up, attention fully on the story, the suspense in the air thick as they awaited to hear what had happened.

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer.

'What they're saying,' she pressed on. 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters.

Everyone turned and looked at Gwen and James, whose faces had turned pale.

'I think I know what's to come next, James,' Gwen says softly, tears filling her blue eyes.

James clearly knew what she meant, and grabbed her hand tightly. 'Don't say that.'

The rumour is that Gwendolyn and James Potter are- are- that they're- dead.'

A gasp erupted from the room.

'Knew it,' Gwendolyn said quietly, tears now spilling from her eyes.

'We die?' James asks, voice croaky, as he starts to softly cry too.

'I'm afraid so,' Dumbledore says solemnly.

Arabella lets out a small sob, followed by Kimberly, Molly and Alice doing the same. The others just started at the pair in shock, tears in some of their eyes. Sirius mouth gapes open, silent tears streaming from his face.

'We'll give you all a few minutes to get used to that,' McGonagall says softly, feeling hot tears pricking her own eyeballs.

A few minutes pass, and a still sniffling Gwendolyn and James say that they are ready to continue.

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. 'Gwen and James... I can't believe it... oh, Albus...'

'Aww, Minnie you care!' James says, giving her a water smile.

'I have a question,' Molly says. 'What happens to Chloe and Harry?'

'Yeah, the book is about them, so they haven't died,' Kimberly says. 'So were they not in the house at the time or something?'

'That part is coming up now.' Dumbledore announces.

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know... I know...' he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's twins, Chloe and Harry. But he couldn't kill those little children.

'WHAT!' The room broke out into.

'Prongs, your children are the reason why he's gone!' Remus said, putting the pieces together.

'Really?' James says, as he and Gwendolyn look to Dumbledore for some kind of explanation.

'Mr Lupin was correct, your children did stop Voldemort.'

'But how?' Bellatrix spoke up, looking completely dumbfounded. 'You're telling me that he killed all those people and was as powerful as he was, but couldn't kill two kids?'

'That is correct, Miss Black, but the rest of the explanation, I'm afraid, you'll have to wait to find out what happened.'

'Are we ready to continue?' McGonagall cuts in.

With everyone nodding in agreement Dumbledore continues.

No one knows why or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Chloe and Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke- and that's why he's gone.'

'James, you have some powerful offspring, mate!' Amos announces, everyone nodding in agreement.

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

'It's- it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. 'After all he's done... all the people he's killed.. he could kill two little children? It's just astounding... of all the things to stop him... but how in the name of heaven did Chloe and Harry survive?'

'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never know.'

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said 'Hagrid's late.

'Hagrid's in this story?' Gwendolyn asked happily. Hagrid had just become the Groundkeeper for Hogwarts very recently, and Gwendolyn found him very lovely and kind.

'Great, just what this story needs,' Lucius remarks to Narcissa and Bellatrix. 'That big oaf.'

I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'

'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?'

'I've come to bring Chloe and Harry to their aunt and uncle.

'YOU'RE WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn shouted.

'Why would you do that!' James asked, looking at Dumbledore as is he'd gone mad.

'My sister hates me, and you want to give her my children?' Gwendolyn asks, anger rising in her voice. 'She's going to treat them terribly!'

'How come either me, Kimberly, Remus, Sirius or even Peter don't get them?' Arabella asks.

'Well the short story is, Miss Nott you have a child and so does miss fox.'

'I have a child?' Arabella says, shocked. 'Well you kept that one quiet!'

'Yes, you have a girl named Nora Black.'

'BLACK!' Arabella says looking at Sirius.

'I have a kid with Ara?' Sirius asks, shocked.

'Yes and Miss Fox has a girl named Elle Lupin.'

'I have a child?' Remus asks, concerned. 'But sir, what about our conditions?'

'You don't pass it on, don't worry.' Remus and Kimberly breathe a sigh of relief at this.

'But that still doesn't explain why you couldn't have given Chloe and Harry to any of us,' Arabella says.

'Miss Nott, there is a long story behind it too, one that I'm afraid you'll have to wait to find out about. But be assured, this was the best choice for them in the long term.'

'I don't believe you!' Gwendolyn says.

Before starting an argument, Dumbledore just keeps on reading.

They're the only family they've got left now.'

'You don't mean- you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. 'Dumbledore- you can't.

'See, McGonagall agrees it's a bad idea!' James says.

'Unfortunately, Mr Potter, it had to be done.' Dumbledore said calmly.

You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street. screaming for sweets. Chloe and Harry Potter come and live here!'

'It's the best place for them,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older

'But they won't!' Gwendolyn exclaims angrily. ''My sister hated me being a witch, she won't tell my children that they're the same!'

I've written them a letter.'

'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down against the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain this in a letter? These people will never understand him! They'll both be famous- a legend- I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Potter Twins Day in future- there will be books written about Chloe and Harry- every child in our world will know his name!'

'I bet Potter's having a right ego boost at the minute,' grovelled Severus.

'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before either of them can walk or talk! Famous for something they both won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'

'There's a difference between growing up away from it and being placed in an abusive home!' Gwendolyn says.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, 'Yes- yes, you're right, of course. But how are the children getting here, Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding the twins underneath it.

'Hagrid's bringing them both.'

'You think it wise- wise- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'

'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.

'I wouldn't trust that big oaf with anything,' Lucius remarks.

'I'm not saying that his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly. 'but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to- what was that?'

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky- and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide.

'That's Hagrid, for sure!' Kimberly said.

He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild- long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms, he was holding two bundles of blankets.

'It's the twins!' Molly exclaimed to Gwendolyn.

'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?'

'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it me.

'I have a motorbike!' Sirius exclaimed, an excited look on his face. 'That's so cool!'

I've got them both, sir.'

'No problems, were there?'

'No sir= house was almost destroyed but I got them both out alright before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They both fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.'

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the two bundles of blankets. Inside each, just visible, was a baby, one girl and one boy, fast asleep. The girl's hair was barely visible in the dark light as it was so light, and the boy's was the exact opposite, jet black.

'Aww you had a mini you and a mini James, Gwen!' Alice said, cooing slightly.

'I bet they're proper cute, our kids,' James said, smiling down at Gwendolyn who just blushed in response.

Under the tufts of platinum blonde and jet-black hair over their forehead they could see identical curiously shaped cuts, like bolts of lightning.

'Is that where-?' whispered Professor McGonagall.

'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'They'll have those scars for ever.'

'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground.

'Really?' Gwendolyn asked, amusement written over her face at the idea. Dumbledore nodded.

'Can we see?' Andromeda asks.

'Maybe another time.'

Well- give him here, Hagrid- we'd better get this over with.'

Dumbledore took Chloe and Harry in his arms and turned towards the Dursley's house.

'Could I- could I say goodbye to them, sir?' asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry first and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss, then doing the exact same to Chloe. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the Muggles!'

'I mean I doubt it,' Arabella says. 'especially if the motorbike didn't in the first place.'

'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it- Gwen and James dead- an' poor little Chloe and poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles-'

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Chloe and Harry gently on the doorstep

'WHAT!' James and Gwendolyn erupted again, turning to Dumbledore angrily.

'You're leaving them on the doorstep?' Kimberly asked him, looking both parts angry and confused.

'What if there was foxes or something?' James asks.

'Yeah, and the weatherman said earlier that it was going to rain!' Remus added. 'You're leaving them in the cold and the wet?'

,took two letters out of his cloak, tucked them inside either Chloe's or Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute, the three of them stood and looked at the two little bundles; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations.'

'What you should be doing instead,' says Gwendolyn, angrily, 'is thinking about the fact that you left two BABIES on a doorstep!'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. 'I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall- Professor Dumbledore, sir.' Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the two bundles of blankets on the step of number four.

'Good luck, Chloe and Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

'And leaving the two babies on the step,' Arabella said, rolling her eyes at the idea.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Chloe and Harry Potter rolled over inside of their blankets without either of them waking up. Each baby had one small hand closed on the letters beside them and they both slept on, not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing that they would both be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, not that they would both spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by their cousin Dudley...

'He better not do anything to either of them!' James muttered.

...They couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: 'To Chloe and Harry Potter- the twins who lived!'

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Why must all of the slashers that talk either be underrated or really hated

#absolutely no-one knows who pinhead is #and they all hate freddy and chucky 😩#i know everyone loves silent beefy man #but the man who talk own my heart #i understand why y'all hate freddy but pls my heart 😩#slashers #nightmare on elm street #freddy krueger #hellraiser #pinhead #childs play #chucky #charles lee ray

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Okay, so we’ve spoken about Bakugou’s hands briefly (never enough talk about those hands!)… but now my brain is stuck on Kiri’s hands. How massive they are. The scars. The strength.

Imagine his touchiness… because he’s 100% a touchy beast! ❤️ Those hands casually around your hip, enveloping your waist, cupping your ass or curling around a thigh.

How do you think the two sleep with their partner? Together and separately of course.

I imagine both enjoy being little spoon for you at least sometimes, being a big bad pro hero is tough ya know? I can imagine Kirishima being the type to fall asleep on a plush thigh, or on your chest sometimes, only some of his body on you because he doesn’t wanna squish his baby. Or sleeping on his back, you halfway in him, or even completely on top of him. Bakugou is always possessive in some way or another in my head, so I feel like he’s the big spoon most of the time. Pressed to your back, one hand curled around your throat, the other on your waist, or thigh, or even between your legs? 👀👀👀

A touchy beast! Oh my god I love that!

He always wants to have some form of contact with you. Whether it’s looping a big finger through one of the belt loops on your jeans, to holding your waist, to holding pinkies, wrapping an arm around you or placing a hand on the small of your back. It’s those little touches that just make him feel warm and fuzzy inside but also makes him feel closer to you. Plus, it’s a silent possessiveness to any potential guys that may look your way. Just because he’s a big, friendly hulk of a man and he trusts you unequivocally it doesn’t mean that he trusts the men out there that may flirt with you. That silent dominance ensures that everyone knows what is his.

I love, love, LOVE being the big spoon so I would love to be the one sleeping behind these beefy Pros😭🥺

I can imagine Bakugou loving falling asleep between your thighs as you lay on your back with his head on your chest, boob pillows are the best pillows. And of course he gets grouchy if you’re not running your fingers through his hair or dragging your nails against his scalp. Grunts or moves your hand back himself if you stop. Or those evenings he comes in late from a strenuous night patrol and he drops into the bed behind you and just tugs you into him possessively, wedging one of his beefy thighs between yours or laying it on top of you to cage you in. Burying his head in your neck as you feel the cold of his limbs against you, stealing your warmth.

Sometimes you both wake up completely separated because you both got too hot during the night but his hands are always reaching out for you when he wakes up and realises you’re on the other side of the bed again.

Kirishima is content in any position but I feel like he would love your arms around him. Laying on his back with your head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady breathing. His big palms tugging your thigh up over his. Definitely loves laying his head on your chest too, or your back, or your booty. He can nap anywhere as long as he’s with you. Definitely the kinda guy that falls asleep on public transport with you sitting beside him.

#jo talks

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soupbabe · 3 years

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Stardust Crusaders w a Chubby s/o!

Gender neutral reader babey!! Also added Iggy (platonic) to replace Old Joseph because the most I got was sugar daddy Joseph. He has that Speedwagon Foundation money, that's it.

Also this really do be showing who my favorites are out of them skdndkkd

~ Jotaro Kujo ~

He doesn't care what you look like, but that doesn't stop him from checking you out occasionally. You look different compared to a lot of students he's seen at his school and he highkey low-key likes what he's seeing

Looks just aren't that important to Jotaro in my opinion, he knows what it feels like to be given unwanted attention or people only wanting him just for his looks and nothing else. Why would he act the same way to you?

That being said, if you are in a relationship with him he's surprisingly sweet.

When y'all are alone he likes to give you little complements while you're cuddled up beside him or on top of him, playing with his hair.

Not the biggest on pda because he knows that the rest of the group *cough cough* Joseph and Polnareff *cough cough* would tease him to hell and back, but sometimes Star Platinum would be sneaky and give you surprise hugs from the back while he rubs his cheek against your chubby ones

It never fails to make you let out a little chuckle and you kiss him on the cheek to show appreciation to both Joot and Star <3

I fully believe that his favorite part of your body are your big arms. Like they're so soft omg and when the group can rest for a bit he likes to rest his head on them and silently enjoy how soft they are

You like to tease him about how soft he can be and you'll get one out of three reactions: Him pulling his hat down to hide a flustered Jotaro, a playful (but still scaring looking) glare, or a flick to the forehead

~ Noriaki Kakyoin ~

I feel like he wouldn't be too shy about his attraction to you, complimenting you at random times but it wouldn't be overbearing. It's mostly just to see how cute your face looks when your face heats up and you try to quicky push away the flustered feelings

How couldn't he not find you attractive? I like to think that he's a huge art nerd and your figure reminds him of those people in paintings who radiated beauty and gracefulness

Uh yea doesn't matter if you literally go feral in fighting, that's all that comes to his mind when he sees you sjsnsjsk

Somewhat shy when it comes to pda, but he is touched starved so he'll always link his slim fingers with your soft and chubby ones while you guys travel

Loves to lay his head on your fluffy stomach, twirl his lil hair noodle and he'll fall asleep within 5 minutes

This is a very good thing to exploit when he's up late playing on his Game Boy that sneaked in while preparing for the trip to Egypt

Just fuckin uh y a n k him into cuddle time and he'd probably won't complain too much. You're warm and it's very nice.

His favorite body part is your thick thighs, he likes to lay between them while he plays his game. You're his favorite gaming chair technically.

Eh don't worry though he gives lil celebratory kisses to them everytime he wins a game

~ Jean-Pierre Polnareff ~

Absolutely adores plus sized bodies! There's more to love and hold onto, you know?

Your biggest supporter, supplier of confidence, and the booster of your ego

"Oh Mon cheri/Ma Cherie! You look so amazing in those new clothes! Your curves look wonderful as always!~"

He's beefy as all hell and he will lift you up. Literally doesn't matter how heavy you think you are you are getting treated like royalty

Squeezes your soft frame like a teddy bear sometimes.

Enjoys pda, but like it's mostly having his arm around your squishy waist and if you aren't comfortable with it he'll respect it 1000%!

Will absolutely show you off to anyone and everyone! He almost got decked by Star once for annoying Jotaro because he kept going on and on about you and you just laughed at it

Enjoys having you lay on top of him, ngl it's like his own weighted blanket and you get to be able to bury your face in his big bara tiddies

He likes to touch you a lot and enjoys holding you close at night. I just think it's because he wants to double check to see if you're actually real. He's lost a lot of loved ones and has been learning to cherish them more before they're gone and having you here with him and staying for as long as you have makes him fear that he'll lose you for a tiny bit so he takes any opportunity to get to be with you.

I think he'd just admire your stretch marks! It makes you unique and he loves the way you laugh when he places lil smooches all over them

~ Muhammad Avdol~

Absolute sweetheart the love I have for this man is immeasurable ajdjsksjsn he's so gentle with you it doesn't matter how you look he would love you regardless your size

He seems like a man who is proud of his knowledge and appreciation of other cultures, his favorite thing is to feed you his favorite foods, watching your eyes light up while he tells you interesting facts about how they make it and where it comes from

Really not one to go wild on pda, hand holding or draping an arm around you around you to keep you close is what he's comfortable with

He seems like he'd know how to bake omg he'd absolutely lose it if you baked with him because he can just sneak up behind you, wrap his arms around your tummy, while just acting like the close proximity between your faces isn't making your face show visible signs of your mind going 'y/n.exe has stopped working'

His robe is absolutely huge on you and it's your favorite blanket when the group has to sleep in the desert.

I can imagine it smelling so nice like what comes to mind is white sage?? Anyways, his coat is definitely a comfort item you wear on those days where you do feel a bit insecure. It's big, soft, and smells like the man that brings you the most comfort.

His chickens adore you so much!! Literally they would have to or else Muhammad would not be in a relationship with you lmao, he believes they have good judgement and they're like his kids.

They love to be by your side and they love to be in your lap, you're just so soft it's like heaven to them

Yea his favorite body part is your plush tummy! He just finds it cute and it's his favorite thing to either rest his head on or grab onto while cuddling! If you wear a crop top (or shirtless if you're a masc person and crop tops aren't your thing :) ) and his face just burns up omg you're so handsome/beautiful how did he ever get so lucky

~Iggy (Platonic. Of course.)~

(IM SO SORRY BUT I'M LAUGHING AT THIS PICTURE SO MUCHS SKSHSKNSKSKS)

You're his owner, the only one who can pet and dote on him like the little feral baby he is <3

He lets you take a piece of his coffee gum and occasionally steals treats for the both of you to share sometimes

Although the majority of it goes to Iggy because it's all covered in dog drool

When it's car ride time he loves to lay in your lap or sometimes he forces has you carry him around because he enjoys being able to relax in your big arms

If people start staring at you inappropriately, including any of the Crusaders, expect them to get barked and growled at

If anyone decides to make rude comments surrounding your weight, enemy or not, they're getting their hair ripped out and their left shoe shit in <3

You make sure to buy him extra gum and call him a good boy

He's like your furry little bodyguard, if anyone does or talks some shit, they're going to get hit

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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a/n: here she is!!! while i work on afl, here is my crackfic on tattoo artist bucky!! if u haven’t caught on yet, most of my writing is au’s because of all the possibilites in terms of scenarios and storylines. anyways, i hope you enjoy, lovies!!! xoxo, ali <3

wc: 2.8k

[tattoo artist!bucky x fem!reader]

It was like an addiction.

Your first tattoo you got was simple. It was a dainty, small one on your wrist.

But now, it was slowly developing into a sleeve.

Not that you minded, though. Your forearm was slowly becoming filled with designs that you kept going back and getting here and there.

And at the tattoo parlor near your apartment in Brooklyn, you had become a regular at this point.

It was called B&R Tattoo Shop, and it was run by two of the kindest, but most attractive men you’ve ever met.

You’ve come to find out after getting to know the owners, that they opened the shop a bit after they returned from their second tour in the army and wanted to settle back in their hometown.

Steve and James were hospitable to you, especially when they first met you. Steve was the one to meet you and speak with you at first, but he handed you off to James, or Bucky as he asked you to call him, because he was the artist at their shop that specialized in more of what you were looking for in terms of style.

As far as first tattoo conversations go, you and Bucky got to know each other pretty well in one session. The tattoo itself took less than an hour, but it felt like Bucky was... prolonging it in a way, like he wanted to keep you there longer.

As you swung open the door of the shop, you were greeted by their piercer, Natasha.

“Hey, back for another already?” She smirks from her spot behind the desk. While she wasn’t piercing, she usually worked the front if there was no one else free.

Your first tattoo had been done by Bucky, and you instantly fell in love.

With the tattoo.

Well, Bucky too. Just a little bit.

He was extremely soothing and eased you into the process of tattooing you. He told you when something was going to happen, and as soon as you got used to the feeling of the needle against your skin.

The more he talked to you, the less pain you felt. It was already not that painful, but you almost forgot about it with him talking to you. When he looked up to you as he finished, you looked like a confused puppy.

“Okay, all done, doll.” Bucky looked up at you, moving to turn off his machine.

“Oh... that was fast.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well, yeah, we moved pretty fast since it was a pretty small piece.” He explains, grabbing a paper towel and the anti-bacterial spray.

“Do you mind if I take a quick picture of it? I usually do, for my portfolio.” Bucky asks, inspecting the tattoo closely once again.

“Oh, yeah, that’s fine.” You wait for him to pull out his camera, take the picture, and he comes back with a piece of plastic film in his hand.

“Okay, so this saniderm has to stay on for about three days. This is how it’ll heal, and when you take it off just wash it up with a gentle soap and use a cream without any fragrance or any of that crap. I can give you a little of that spray if you wanna use it to clean it up if you ever feel like it’s dirty.” Bucky explains, giving you a mini bottle of the antibacterial spray.

“Thank you,” you say, moving to sit up in the chair. “How much do I owe you?”

“Uh, just about $40.” Bucky says without eye contact, heading to the computer at the front counter.

“$40? That’s it? When I signed the waiver it said the shop minimum was $75...?” You wonder out loud.

“Let’s just say you get a special discount, doll.” He smirks, typing something into the computer and only sparing you a glance.

“O-Oh. Alright.” You say sheepishly, handing him your credit card.

“Okay, you’re all set. Hopefully I’ll see you again soon.” He tells you with a gentle smile. It really contrasted his aura; a big, beefy guy with a metal prosthetic arm, covered in probably hundreds of tattoos. But here he was, smiling like sunshine.

“I think I will be. Have a nice day, Bucky.”

“You too, sweetheart.” He gives you that smirk again, making you feel like you might actually pass out. And not because you just had a needle jabbed into your skin for almost an hour.

“Uh, I already talked to Bucky for my session today. I know I’m a bit early, I can wait if he’s still working on someone else.” You tell Natasha with a smile.

“Sure, let me get you your waiver.” She says, and you plop down into one of the chairs at the front and pulling out your book to pass time after filling out the form.

After a few minutes, Bucky emerges with a girl from his little tattooing corner.

You hear his voice first, looking up from the book while he talks to her.

“Okay, since this was your first piece and pretty small, I’ll only charge ya $55 for it, doll.” Bucky tells the girl with a smile, and you immediately feel a pang in your chest.

You didn’t want to say you were jealous, but goddamn it, your breathing became just a little more shallow at the sight you were currently witnessing.

Even Natasha and Steve turned their heads to him, confused looks on both of their faces.

“Oh! Y/N, you’re here! C’mon back, I’m sure Nat already set you up with your waiver.” You nod, not saying a word as you follow him to the familiar chair.

“So, are we still doing what we discussed on the phone?” Bucky asks, setting up his area to tattoo you.

“Actually, I was thinking something different.” You say sharply.

“Different?” The shock is evident on his features.

“Yeah. Different. Just want a little something on my collarbone.” You say, sitting down.

“O-Okay... what were you thinking of?” He asks, pulling out his sketchbook.

“I want an olive branch, going from here to here.” You show him where you want it to start and end. It was a bit of a stretch right across the left side of your chest. “Something simple and minimal. I’ve been thinking of starting the top of my sleeve, this might be a good way to transition into it.” You say nonchalantly.

“Uhm... alright. How does this look?” Bucky asks, showing you his sketch. “I would, of course, add more detail to your liking, just let me know.”

“Yeah, I want some more shading, please.” You say shortly. You honestly weren’t trying to be mean, but you were irritated.

But in the end, you really had no right to be.

After almost ten sessions with Bucky, he hasn’t made any indication that he likes you the way you like him.

Sure, he calls you pet names, but he does that to everyone. Even discounts. You weren’t special. He was just being nice and doing his job.

So honestly, you had to cut the act here.

“Are you sure this is what you want? Are you saving the other design for our next session?” Bucky asks, growing more and more concerned with your odd behavior. Usually you would talk to him about your day, how work was, really anything.

“I don’t know. I think I might ask Steve to do that one instead.” You say out of spite, more than anything. You would never take a design that Bucky made specially for you to another person to tattoo on you, even if it was his own business partner.

“Wha- Why? Did I do something? You’ve been acting really weird today...” Bucky questions you carefully. “Talk to me, doll. Did you have a bad day at work?”

But that, that right there, was your breaking point. Doll.

“No, I’m fine. Let’s just get this done.” You huff, laying down after nodding to the sketch that Bucky drew out.

Bucky’s brows furrowed even further, but didn’t ask any more questions. He laid down the stencil and asked if the placement was alright. You looked in the mirror he handed you and nodded briefly.

The entire time Bucky had the machine in his hand, neither of you spoke a word. He tried to make brief conversation, but you only responded with a hum or nod.

When he finally finished up, you got up and headed to the counter without a word after looking at the finished tattoo in the mirror.

Your face was blank, emotionless, and Bucky was truly lost.

After you paid the full price of your piece, you walked out of the shop, not even sparing anyone a glance.

Once you left, the shop was dead silent. Everyone either just finished up with a client or didn’t have any at the moment, and the shop was blanketed in an extremely uncomfortable silence.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam’s voice broke the silence, making Bucky’s head snap towards him.

“I-I... I have no idea. She was acting so...so weird today.” Bucky looked more confused than ever.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” Natasha’s voice cuts through the palpable silence.

“Wh- What the hell did I do? I asked her too, and she didn’t give me an answer...” Bucky mumbles.

“Do you like her?” She fires back with a fire in her eyes.

“W-Well, yeah. She’s a regular.” Bucky answers, looking at his fiddling hands.

“Not like that, you dunce. You know what I mean, don’t act dumb.” Natasha rolls her eyes.

Bucky sighs, not making eye contact yet again.

“I-... I do like her.” He says. “But I don’t think she feels the same.”

“Jesus fucking Christ... You really are a dumbass.” Sam sighs out.

Steve snorts at his words, nodding in agreement.

“Buck, she got jealous.” He explains, shaking his head at his best friend’s obliviousness.

“J-Jealous? Of what?” Bucky scoffs in shock.

“That girl you had right before her. Gave her a discount, called her pet names. The whole shabang.” Natasha points out to him. “Also, you gotta stop giving out discounts like that. You’ll lose more money than you’re makin’.” Natasha scoffs.

“Wh- But... She never said anything...?” Bucky thinks back to all the times you’ve sat in his chair. You never made any indication that you were outwardly interested in him.

“I think she said enough today without actually saying much.” Steve laughs. His friend was a real idiot.

“I... But, why didn’t she say anything before?” Bucky asked.

“Buck, you never said anything either. I guess that when she heard you talk to that girl like that, she thought you really didn’t like her like that at all. You treated that girl the same way you treat her.” Natasha explains to Bucky, who had a look of realization on his face.

“But... I was just... being nice...” He says with his head in his hands.

“Well, now she thinks you do that with all you clients, so...” Sam says, making the brunet’s head shoot up.

“Fuck. Fuck. I fucked up everything!” He exclaims. “I-I do like her!”

“Well, don’t tell us that, tell her!” Sam shouts back to him, and before Bucky can process, he’s pulling out his phone and dialing your phone number.

“C’mon, pick up, pick up,” He mumbles repeatedly, but the call goes to voicemail. “Fuck.”

“Not pickin’ up?” Steve questions, coming to the front and picking up the shop phone. “Gimme her number, she’s doesn’t have to shop saved to her phone, right?”

“No, I don’t think she does.” Bucky says, watching as Steve dials your number.

“Hello?” Your voice sounds annoyed as it filters through the phone. “Who’s this?”

“Uh, Y/N! Hi!” Steve speaks, looking at Bucky in a panic, his facial expression screaming, ‘talk to her!’

“Steve? What’s up?” You ask, wondering what he needed.

“You uhh... you forgot your book here!” He blurts out, trying to find an excuse, but quickly found one upon seeing your book resting on the seat where you were waiting.

“O-Oh... I guess I’ll just turn around. I’ll be there in a few. Thanks, Steve.” You say, ready to hang up.

“O-Okay. Bye, Y/N.” He clears his throat, hanging up. “You have like, ten minutes to get your shit together and talk to her when she gets here. Good luck.” Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder, ready to haul Natasha and Sam to the back to give you two some privacy.

Bucky thought that this was the longest ten minutes of his life, and he was trying to conjure up a speech in his head to confess to you.

Finally, when you did appear through the doors, you looked lost. You only saw Bucky, which made you even more aggravated from the fact that you had to turn back around.

You were ready to head home and wallow in peace, but alas, you wanted your book.

Bucky just watched as you picked up the book from his grasp across the desk, your eyes not meeting his while he kept his gaze on you very intently.

Just as you turned around to leave, Bucky’s voice cut through the unbearable silence.

“Y/N?” He simply asks, and you feel like the wind’s been knocked out of your lungs at the sound of his small voice. This wasn’t the Bucky you knew and... loved.

“Yes, James?” You simply respond, and Bucky cringes at the sound of his first name being used.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“...Why? Is everything alright?” And although your voice didn’t give it away, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Any possible scenario popped into your head. He has a girlfriend. He’s gonna tell you he doesn’t wanna see you anymore. He-

“E-Everything’s fine, doll. Just wanted to tell you that... That I...” Bucky’s voice sounded strained, like there was something caught in his throat.

“Bucky, just spit it out.” You say, wanting to leave already.

“It’s just- I like you. A lot. And I’m so sorry for earlier with that other client. I was just trying to be nice, but I realized how that looked to you, and I never thought anything of it because I didn’t know if you liked me back or-” Bucky was rambling, and your eyes were wide as saucers.

“Bucky, Bucky stop. Let me talk before you drive your own head in with conclusions,” you say, resting your hand on top of his on the desk.

“I like you a lot, too. I didn’t think you like me either because of that girl before me. You just- you treated her the same way you treated me, and I got jealous. I know I didn’t have the right to be, but it just made me think that... that you didn’t feel the same way about me, that I was just another client to you. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions, and also for being kind of a bitch to you...” Now you were the one rambling, your hands flying all over the place in explanation.

“D-Doll, I never wanted to make you feel that way. I’m sorry, too. I should’ve told you before, before I almost blew everything with you that we’ve been building these past months.” He says placing one large tattooed hand and one metal hand on the sides of your face. “But I’m not gonna miss my chance again. Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I-I would love to, Bucky. Took you long enough to ask me.” You giggle, holding onto the hands on your face.

“Yeah, well, I’m kind of an idiot, if you haven’t already noticed.” He laughs, gazing into your eyes with a look that almost turned you to mush in his hands.

“Do... do ya wanna go now?” You ask, nodding your head to the door.

“Sure, let me go grab my jacket from the back.” He tells you, and you nod, watching as he keeps his eyes on you until he disappears to the back.

“My man, who would’ve thought you’d finally man up?” Sam ridicules him as soon as Bucky appears.

“Dude, shut up. I got a date to get to, see you losers later.” He rolls his eyes, moving back out where you’re smiling at him.

“Ready, angel?” Bucky asks, slipping his hand into yours.

“Ready, handsome.” You reply, and as soon as you step out into the fall air, you plant a kiss on his cheek. “Where to, lover boy?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes fic #tattoo artist!bucky #tattoo artist!bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst

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in-ky · 3 years

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An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

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"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

#negan x y/n #negan x you #negan x reader #negan smith #alpha!negan #omega!reader #twd a/b/o #a/b/o kink #a/b/o dynamics

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"The Neighbor"

Marvel AU - One Shot

Characters: Reader, Wade Wilson

Posted: Jan 2nd

A/N: woke up to this so yall suffer with me

WARNINGS: attempted rape, assault, death, violence, vomit, drinking, cursing, mentions of drugs (if i missed something let me know)

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You knew him, lived next door, frequented the same bar. His humor was… dark and caustic. His laughter was one you could pick out in the crowd easily. Still, it was one of those things where you never really meet, just brush past each other.

He missed her.

It was easy enough to see.

His great love.

You smirked to yourself, a little bitter. Love. How could anyone believe in that absolute horse shit? Downing the last of your drink you decide it's time for bed. Ignoring the looks of a few and step out into the drizzle, your breath proceeds you in little white puffs. Something you focus on for whatever reason, huffing to create the little explosions of white you miss the steps following you.

Pulling your keys out you stop in front of your door, swaying slightly. Puff, white cloud, a small giddy sound escapes you before you hear a sound. Someone clearing their throat as you slide your key in.

It happens quick, you turn and meet an angry gaze, a hand clamps down across your throat and you are shoved against the wall. The amount of alcohol deters your reaction time, not that you can do much against this large beefy stinking rotting son of a bitch forcing himself on you. His free hand goes to the front of your jeans, you grunt softly as he jerks at it, the button snapping off and he is shoving his hand down, you try to kick. Scratch at his face and that does something, he jerks you towards him- fear. It snakes down your spine late to the game, your gut roils as he breaths into your face before shoving you violently back and your vision blackens as your head cracks against the wall outside your door.

There's another sound you realize.

Whistling.

And then a hum.

You know the cadence of that voice.

He was always just out of your vision. Just passing by…

"...eighty seven beers on the wall…" his steps slow and you squirm. He'll just walk by. Nobody in this godforsaken city cares. And this is going to happen. This dirty filthy scumbag is gonna have his way with you and then more than likely kill you-

Shock ripples through you as the bear of a man shoving himself on you disappears, leaving you to scramble to find strength to just keep yourself upright. You reach out, gripping the doorway and gasp for air, suddenly realizing you hadn't been able to breathe.

Where was he?

Your vision is blurry and a little shaky but you focus on your neighbor who is currently kicking the ever living shit out of your attacker. Your gut roils, you're going to vomit.

"Hey- come here," he beckons you forwards and your so far gone you stumble forwards. "Any words for Fredricks here? Since he was so good at asking for consent, figured you might want to ask for some."

You can't help but stare. Yeah you had seen him, some sort of accident? Others had called him a freak but honestly? Not the worst thing you had seen, others looked clean and normal but were absolute dog shit.. You looked down at your attacker and shoved your booted foot between his legs with a vicious kick. Anger boiling your blood, fear driving you to repeat the action, tears flowing as you realized he would have killed you.

He was gentle with you. Pulling you off and dragging you away. His apartment was built the same as yours. He talked. A lot. You stayed silent as he pushed you down onto the couch. Still talking. You couldn't focus. A ringing filling your ears and you shoved your hands over them, as if it would stifle the sound.

She was a mess.

Couldn't really blame her though.

He had watched you stumble out the door, Weasel frowning. Commenting about how sad it all was. "- not really sure but she was some superstar before everyone turned on her and-" he made the sound of an airplane diving and exploding. "Guess that's what happens when you trust the wrong people. But she fits in here with the bunch of us losers."

Wade watched as you shoved the door and stared at it. Shoved again before pulling and exiting. You lived next door somewhere. He had seen you. Of course he had. He always took note of his surroundings.

Tonight seemed different. And he knew that feeling. He would ignore it. He didn't need to get involved. Not with the amount of alcohol you had drank. Nope. No need to get involved.

"They say-" Weasel smirked as Wade shoved away from the bar and walked off, calling out to him.

"FUCK OFF!" came his loud brash response.

Yeah it would be alright.

Flash forward and Wade grabbed a fistful of dirty hair groaning as the he shook his hand free. "Never heard of a shower?! Eww!" He dodged a fist, came back and connected hard with the fuckers jaw, heard a definite crack and drove his knee into the mans gut.

It was over too quick.

He had used his size and bulk to pin you.

"Anything you wanna say?" And you did. You kicked and kicked, kicked a little more and Wade saw the adrenaline sift out of you and caught you as you swerved to the side. Wrapped an arm around your waist and turned you away before pulling his love out and pulling the trigger. A silent baft sound muffled in the quiet of the night as you pressed your face to his shoulder.

He talked, filling the silence as he walked you to his place. "Honey I'm hoooOOoome!" He shouted, opening the door with a kick and pushing you onto the sofa. "Guess she's out doing old lady things, I live with Al, she's great, secretly in love with me. Cocaine. She's probably out finding cocaine. Could use some myself-" he prattled on as you sat rigidly upright, quiet tears tracking their way down your face. He wasn't good with tears. Anger and frustration he could work with.

But tears?

Nooo sir, he stuffed that shit deep down and ignored it the best he could and yet here you were hot angry tears streaking down your face. "Awkward," he hummed quietly.

He shook his head as if to clear it and handed you a shot glass, "tequila. Heard you were something of a sharp shooter back in the day?" You downed the clear liquid and slammed the shot glass down. Eyes squeezing shut and you grimaced before a sob tore out of you. Wade watched as you shoved the heels of your hands into your eyes, heavy rough cries torn from your gut.

"That motherfucker!" You growled vehemently.

"That motherfucker-" he nodded in agreement.

"I should have fucking killed him!" You screamed, standing as he sat, you stalked back and forth.

"I did kill him," but his words were lost on you.

You paced, stomping your frustration and fear into the floor, curling your hands into fists. "Fucking drunk- that disgusting pig! Absolute dog shit! This is fucking horse shit!" You turned and stared at him, bewildered, Wade waved at you and smiled softly. "Were you following me?"

He was, but you didn't need to know that. "I live right beside you?"

You jerked back a bit. "I'm gonna vomit."

Wade threw a bucket at you and you bent over heaving violently. What was it about you? You had been swinging hard when he pulled that grotesque fucker off you. Sheer size had you, he was certain you would have taken the guy had you not drank half of Weasel's inventory, rivalling his own thirst.

"Thanks."

Wade blinked. You shoved a hand through your hair, dropping back down onto the couch before setting the bucket down beside your feet. "Bathroom is there. Al should be back sometime soon."

You stared at him, gaze unwavering and Wade found himself squirming. He had wanted you to look at him so many times before. Had laughed a little louder when you were around. Brought up the old days. Had been inches away from just walking up to you before he veered to the side and thought better of it.

Today of all days.

"You got any condoms?"

Wade balked, "what? No, why?"

"Cause I am gonna fuck the shit outta you but we need condoms."

The bell rang and Misty, cashier of too many years, watched as Wade bolted into the small horribly lit store. She snapped her gum as he muttered to himself finally grabbing an armload of the display and quickly shoving it all onto the countertop.

"That it?" She asked, lifting a mega size and raising and eyebrow at him.

"Fuck off Misty!" He breathed.

She chuckled and threw a bag at him as he shoved bills at her.

Of course you were asleep.

Wade dropped the bag on the ground next to the vomit filled bucket before grabbing a blanket and covering you with it.

He set out a water bottle and aspirin, emptied the bucket with a grimace and dry heaving before setting it back beside you.

"Looks like Pink was right, its just gonna be me and my hand tonight"

#the neighbor #deadpool #wade wilson #reader #marvel au

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