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brodieland · 2 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Love the guys your dad hates !! ´ˎ˗

Percy Jackson x fem!dionysus!reader Synopsis: a daughter of Dionysus needs a break from the chaos by the water, till a Poseidon boy comes and spoils the quiet. Word count: 1610

Dionysus, the god of wine, vegetation, fertility, pleasure and insanity.

Y/N Y/L/N, daughter of Dionysus. Being his daughter didn't just make you a half-blood to one of the twelve Olympians, along with his powers of vegetation the insanity trait also followed through with it. Maybe you weren't fully demented, just slightly nutty. Your brain moves a million miles a minute and sometimes its hard to think with so many things happening around you. So every now and then, you sneak away from the hundreds of kids at camp half-blood and make your way to a clearing deep in the middle of the forest. In the middle of this clearing was a beautifully clear blue lake surrounded by an immense amount of greenery and flowers. It was perfect. And the best thing about it was that no one knew where it was.

Or so you thought.

After a long day of helping younger campers with their archery, you were absolutely wiped. When you were finally done with your duties, you rushed back to your cabin, changed into your favorite wine colored two-piece(very on brand), and quickly snuck off without being noticed down to your spot. The lake.

Arriving as quick as you could, you slipped off your clothes down to your bathing suit and made your way into the water. You laid and floated to the top, starfish style, and floated your way to the middle of the pool of water and closed your eyes to relax. After a few minutes you sank down and let the water take you. Complete silence. Under the water was complete silence and you loved it. After a few moments you needed oxygen and made you way back up. After breaking through the surface of the water, you noticed a blurred figure standing by your clothes, looking as if they were inspecting them.

"What the hell" you thought to yourself. You were convinced no one knew of your spot.

You dove back underwater and made your way to the lakeside where this mystery person, and your clothes, were located. When you got there, that's when you shot out the water, asking what they were doing and scaring them in the process.

"WOAH" said the figure as they jumped and dropped your clothes back down to the ground. You rubbed the water from your eyes and that's when you realized, this wasn't just some random person. It was a certain big three kid you may or may not have had your eye on. Specifically a Poseidon boy, or the only Poseidon boy in fact, Percy Jackson.

You wouldn't say you guys are the closest of close, but you guys would talk every now and then. As much as the both of you wanted to be able to talk more, being the daughter of Dionysus made that a little hard. Your dad was never a big Percy fan the way you were, I guess that happens when you smart-mouth a god of wine, and refuse him some wine. Though you found the interaction funny, Dionysus never really cared for any campers other than his own kids. It is what it is though.

"Oh, um, my bad didn't mean to scare you.. like that" you were a little nervous, he was really cute. "So um, what are doing here. I didn't think anyone else knew of this place.."

"Well, I noticed your always disappearing after you finish your camp jobs and stuff, you know? So, I got curious and followed you out here to see what you were doing, sorry if that's kinda weird" Percy started rambling, but the thought of him actually noticing you weren't around and following you wanting to know where you go, made you feel excited.

"Wow, you were curious about me, that's adorable" you started giggling as you said this, amused with yourself.

"Well, yeah I, uh, was" while he was talking Percy was stuttering and looking around, clearly hot in the face. Yours was just as hot though so not much room to talk. That's when you got an idea, and with that you extended your hand toward Percy.

"Here, help me get out" you asked.

"Oh sure" he happily reached out and grabbed your hand, that's when you held on tight and pulled him into the lake with you. You started laughing so hard your stomach started hurting, and if you looked down and saw a six-pack you wouldn't have been shocked.

After a few seconds, Percy emerged and looked at you wide eyed. "DUDE, MY CLOTHES" right, he was fully clothed, whoops!

"Your in shorts, just throw your other stuff back to the shore and you'll be fine" and that's what he did. You tried not to stare so instead you just splashed him and swam off laughing.

And that's how the next few hours went by, swimming and goofing around with Percy. You really liked hanging out with him and he enjoyed it just the same. Sucks your dad didn't like him. And before you two realized it, it got dark, and therefore late.

"Oh my gods, Percy we have to get back before curfew we have to hurry" you hated getting in trouble, you liked being able to stay off radar.

"Oh come on, we'll be fine if we're a little late" Percy said.

"Maybe for you, but I don't know if you remember, my dad kind of works here, so he'd punish me himself. Plus, he's not your biggest fan" you explained to Percy in a matter-a-fact tone. That's when he gave in and the two of you started running back clothes in hand. You guys made it back just about a minute or two late. Despite being past curfew, he still walked you back to your cabin, what a gentleman.

"Hey, thanks for walking me back" you said as you both walked up to the cabin door, stopping and turning to each other.

"Oh of course, no problem" Percy smiled, clearly not a care in the world if a harpie found him here. And funnily enough, that made you happy. Dare you say, you had butterflies in your stomach just standing near him the way the both of you were at that very moment.

That's when the both of you started leaning in closer and closer till your lips finally connected. It was like a dream come true, this was a perfect moment not even your dad could've ruined. Or so you thought, because as Percy pulled you closer by the waist and you pulled him in by the neck, your cabin doors swung open.

"Hey, there kids" Dionysus shouted, despite the smile on his lips, his eyes had a murderous intent behind them as he stared at Percy. The both of you jumped back and separated, standing there embarrassed. Then, Dionysus turned directly to Percy, with the same smile and crazed look in his eyes. "I'm gonna give you a ten second head start, after those ten seconds are up, I'm sending my grape vines your way. And if they catch you, they will wrap around you and you will get hung upside on the nearest tree and I will leave you there for everyone to see."

And without a second thought Percy ran for his cabin as fast as possible, looking back once to shout a 'see you later' at Y/N. "NO YOU WON'T" shouted back Dionysus.

"YES YOU WILL" you shouted and waved at Percy as he kept running. You couldn't see it, but he had a giant grin on face when you said that.

"Dad did you really have to do that" you turned to your dad and asked, with slight annoyance dripping from your voice.

"Of course I did, your my kid. And really Peter Johnson? You went out on a secret date with Peter Johnson?" Dionysus questioned.

Your face got hot when he said date. "Hey, it wasn't a da- wait, how do you know about that" you looked a him with a raised eyebrow.

"Heard about it from the grapevine" with that he patted your head as you both said your goodnights.

You walked into your cabin and changed and started getting ready to sleep. As you were now walking towards you bed, you heard a knock at your window. You completely stopped where you standing and turned your head to see your favorite forbidden kid standing right by your window waving at you. You quickly made a b-line and made your way straight to opening your window and speaking to Percy.

"Hey Percy, glad to know my daddy didn't scare you off" you said while making both you and Percy laugh.

"Not even a god, not even one of the twelve Olympians themselves, could ever scare me from you. Which is why I'm here, to see if you want to hang out again tomorrow, but this time as a date?"

Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods. He just asked you on a date.

"I'd love to go out on a date with you Percy Jackson" you smiled out at the boy standing in front of you and he smiled back.

"That's amazing to hear Y/N Y/L/N" and with that he leaned back in and planted a quick kiss on your lips then made his way running back to his cabin before the harpies, or gods forbid Dionysus, knew he wasn't in his cabin fast asleep.

After watching him run off, you shut the window and made your way back to your bed, having an amazing sleep. All nightmare free, just Percy.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson pjo #percy jackson x reader #percy pjo #percy jackson x you #percy series #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson fluff

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saberlight1 · 5 months

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oaths & songbirds — coriolanus snow

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, mentions of violence and ptsd, trauma, slight toxic and possessive snow, Y/N usage, standard hunger games warnings.

authors note: hiii!! i’m glad you all enjoyed part 1 to this story, it is linked here, and part 3 is here. i loved the ballad and coriolanus & lucy gray’s chemistry and relationship was so beautifully displayed, i had to write about it. also, the song Y/N sings is linked here, the girl singing is how i imagine her to sound. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

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The bright blue sky had faded into orange and pink, you and the Covey all now scattered around the land. Maude and Lucy Gray sat on the dock, feet in the water as they sang random melodies they came up with, Issac sitting behind them drumming along with a beat.

That left you and Coryo, who were laid together on a blanket under a tree, in each other’s arms. You laid in his lap, his arms wrapped around you, a warm feeling in the both of you chest’s. You softly sang a song to him— one you had recently came up with.

In the time of the harvest, the leaves fallin’ down.

I held what my true love could reap from the ground.

But the bounty of a garden can all rot away,

Without love and protection and a hard will to stay.

I’ll never have a garden again.

Where I fall to my knees and work with the land.

Now I’m just prayin’ with two dirty hands.

I’ll never, no, never have a garden again.

You finished the song with a breath, your hands going to nervously fidget.

“Your singing is beautiful.” Coryo whispered. “Did you write that?”

“Yeah, I did.” You softly smiled. “It’s not done, but I came up with it the other night.” You looked up, hearing the mockingjay’s repeat the melody you had sang.

Coryo followed your gaze. “I’ve never seen those type of birds before.”

“Mockingjays, as we call ‘em, or as Lucy Gray does.” You explained, smiling at the thought of your beloved cousin.

“Well, I like it so far. Your songs are always beautiful.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your nose.

You giggled, your hand going up to grab him to connect your lips. You exchanged a passionate kiss, the boy always kissing you like you were his air. He slowly broke apart, leaving small pecks on your lips before he pulled you closer.

“I wish it could be like this all the time,” You sighed.

“Me too, baby.” He brushed some hair out of your eyes, studying you for a moment. “It could be… if you came to the Capitol—”

“No, Coryo.” You cut him off with a wave of your hand. “I mean out here. In nature, away from it all. I don’t want to go back to the Capitol ever again. I don’t belong there.”

He deflated, shaking his head. “Y/N, you know I have to go back eventually..”

A breath of air left your lips, his words leaving you frowning. “I know,” your eyes casted downwards, away from his.

He bent down slightly, leaving a kiss on your lips. “I’m not gone yet, my songbird. I’m still here,”

His actions brought a small smile to your face, as your hands came up to grip his lovingly. “I.. I’m sorry I make things difficult. I’m torn, Coryo. I don’t want to be without you, but I refuse to live that life in the Capitol.”

“You don’t make things difficult, my love. I understand. You were brought up out here, it‘s your home.” He muttered, staring into your eyes with a loving gaze. “I will figure it out— We will. Don’t worry, baby.” He left another kiss on your lips, this one longer and washing all of your worries away. When you pulled back for air, the boy turned to dig in his bag, turning back to you with an orange shawl in his hand.

“What’s this?” You asked, sitting up and turning to him.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, passing it to you. “It was my mother’s, and I’d like for you to have it.”

“Oh, Coryo,” You smiled, clutching it. “Thank you, really.” You brought up to your nose, inhaling deeply. “Mm, still smells like roses.”

He smiled down at you with adoration.

“I’ll take good care of it, I promise. Thank you, sweetheart.” You said, your accent showing. “You must miss your family so much out here.”

“I do.” He answered. “I worry about them all the time.”

“…Would you really go back, though?” You met his eye again. “If you could,”

“I have to, it’s where I belong. Like how you belong out here.”

You nodded, breaking your eye contact. “Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry.” Your gaze turned back to the water in front of you.

“Hey..” He scooted closer to you.

You shook your head. “What if this was our life, Coriolanus?” You asked, and his attention was immediately on you with the use of his actual name. “Out here, waking up whenever. Catching our own food, living out by the lake— I mean, would you still feel the need for the Capitol even then?” You further went on, urging him to listen to you.

“Hey, lovebirds!” Lucy Gray called with a giggle, causing the pair of you to break apart. “C’mere! CeCe and Issac caught dinner!” She waved, as Issac held up some fish they had caught.

You sighed, shaking your head once again at Coryo before you stood up to join them, Coriolanus on your tail.

As the night went on, the previous worries were now in the back of your mind as you sang a song with Lucy Gray, a smile on your face.

However, as Coriolanus watched you, the same worries were front and present in his mind. In fact, he couldn’t think of anything else. He knew somehow, someway he had to convince you to come with him. He couldn’t leave you behind, not again.

He didn’t know if you’d still be here when he got back.

‘What if this was our life, Coriolanus? Would you still feel the need for the Capitol, even then?’ Your past words ringing in his ears as his smile dropped. If he didn’t lure you in soon, you’d fly away with the mockingjays into the wind, never to be his again.

He couldn’t have that.

#coriolanus fanfiction #tbosas #coryo snow #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #coryo x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fluff #the covey #corio snow #coriolanus angst #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #y/n #coriolanus x you #coryolanus snow

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kysuguru · 9 months

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gojo catoru — satoru gojo x fem!reader

synopsis : you see a white cat on the street, his resemblance to satoru is uncanny.

includes / cw : fluff, gojo is in love, kittens

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a / n : this is apart of a series called “all mine” that i’ve been working on, so geto is a love interest too, this one shot is just gojo centric

Your sudden gasp of excitement caught everyone’s attention. You rush ahead with stars in your eyes. stopping a few feet abruptly in front of a fluffy cat.

It’s fur is white, so pure it reminds you of the snow when it sparkles from the sun’s illumination. It has some dirt matted into its unbrushed fur, but you don’t mind.

You lean down and let your hand approach it’s nose apprehensively.

It comes close and you fear you upset them, but that’s until it rubs themself into your awaiting palm.

Your eyes glitter like never before and you coo towards the cat before you bring them into your arms in a baby like position.

It begins to purr, the rumbling sound making you melt. You’re enamored once you realize the cats eyes are a beautiful bright blue.

“Oh? A kitty?” Shoko’s voice bleeds in as she approaches you, leaning over your shoulder. “Are they a boy or girl?”

You look down spreading its legs a bit. You’re even more in love when you find out they’re a boy.

You whisper the answer to Shoko as you pet him.

“Satoru…” You murmur.

“What about Satoru?” Suguru comes in next, eyes lighting up slightly at the sight of the adorable feline.

“He looks like Satoru doesn’t he?” You lift him up higher for everyone to see, the cat mewing in protest, paws waving towards you with the desire to be back in your warmth. They both look at him analytically.

“He does,” Suguru whispers, also enamored.

“I definitely see it,” Shoko says.

“What looks like me?” Satoru approaches, finally, groaning about how you all left him behind.

You turn around, gesturing the cat towards him. “Doesn’t he look like you?”

Satoru makes a face. “He looks dirty.”

You don’t take offense, simply bringing the cat back into your arms, not noticing the sweet smile that adorns your lips as you look at the cat fondly.

“I dunno, I think he really does look like you. The resemblance is so cute. It makes me wanna keep him…” The affection in your voice doesn’t escape anyone’s notice.

Satoru’s cheeks are red. Shoko snickers while Suguru smiles.

Now that Satoru’s aware how lovely you find the cat, especially with their uncanny resemblance to each other, he’s quick to agree with you, “He does look like me doesn’t he?”

“He does,” you immediately agree. Satoru preens.

“We’re both really cute, aren’t we?”

Shoko and Suguru scoff.

“More than anything,” you whisper, adoring, as you rub your cheek against the cat’s face. You’re too deep in your swooning for the feline you don’t realize the words leaving your mouth.

Satoru is on an ego trip now, “Then maybe we really should keep him!”

“I think so too. The thought of letting such a gorgeous cat go…” You kiss the bridge of the cat’s nose.

“If I kept him,” You whisper, lifting him up in the air once again before you look towards Satoru, “Would you let me name him after you?”

The sun is behind you, and it casts an orange glow over you that makes you look perfect. And to top it off, you’re smiling. At him. So beautifully. His glasses slip down his nose, his mouth slightly agape. And he’s in love.

“Yeah.” He stutters out, breathless.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #stsg.am #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #🫐.jjk

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unabashednightmarepizza · 10 months

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𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒

Summary: Black Family sucked. That's what your friends, your family and boyfriend said. They were obsessed with being "pure" and ready to do anything to achieve that... But none of you would have known exactly what measures they would go.

A/N: I went overboard with this one, and had to seperate it to two parts. So, hopefully, next week, you guys will have a second part. But I'm sleepy while uploading this so... Forgive me if there are some mistakes, I'll fix them later. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of torture and abuse, some very slight make out mentions(?), typical Black family, 8.2K words.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Pureblood!Fem!Reader

Prompts: "No one makes me smile the way you do.", "I've always loved that about you.", " I know I don't say it a lot, but I really do love you." and "You're all I'll ever need to feel better." from this prompt list ; 3,6,7,8,9, 19, 22, 29, 30 and 31 from the kissing prompts 4 of my "SUMMER CELEBRATION" event.

Part2

Regulus wasn't seen.

It wasn't like he wasn't at the school where you both called your home, he definetly was. There were glimpses of him in lessons, or Quidditch practices, there were slight whispers of his rich and silky voice as he spoke to his friends in the Great Hall, one that you could always catch no matter where or when. It was the same voice that whispered you sweet good mornings, the same voice that told you soft spoken, full of love and adoration, words as he danced with you in somewhere away from the prying eyes, his own blue-ish gray ones looking extra ethereal and captivating at the moonlight that shone on both of you, contouring his sharp face so beautifully that often left you speechles.

Speechles at how this amazing, caring and loving boy was yours. And he often felt the same about you, about how lucky he was for finding you in that library corner, drowning in books and hair messy, at his lowest point.

A point where no one really made it an effort to listen to him, to know him.

By his friends, his parents... His own brother.

But, even if he wasn’t heard or seen by his family, Regulus Black was seen in Hogwarts, by many others... But not you.

Not today.

He was avoiding you.

It hurted you whenever he distanced himself. He often did this, but even then, he would tell you that he just needed to be alone and gather his thoughts after a kiss to your forehead and then return a few hours later with your favourite dessert from one of the house elves. They even learnt when to bake them for him and you, after witnessing how bice you treated them and such, they were happy to stay awake a few more hours so that you two could be happy.

And of course, you understood that everyone could need some alone time in this hectic life, Regulus more than anyone, but this much of being alone...

He didn't even come to dinner time, instead saying some bullshit about wanting to sleep and tell you to eat with your friends after a soft kiss to your cheeks and a short kiss to your lips. He would always lay some on your lips, and even pepper your whole face with them. His kisses were always so passionate, they left you a breathless mess at the place he kissed you, making you jump on him as you both laughed in delight.

Be it his dorm, you would jump on the bed and you two would play fight, looking into each others eyes as he would hover over you, a hand on your waist with a thight grip as his breath fanned your face, his nose touching yours as he would muzzle his to your neck. You are beautiful, he would whisper before his kisses would turn urgent and you both’s clothes would soon be thrown away at somewhere.

Regulus Black was a passionate young man, someone who felt deeply... But that passion was slowly dying.

And it was your greatest fear coming true.

“Excuse me, guys... I don’t have an appeatite...” you slowly got up as you looked at them, apologizing with your eyes. People always thought them to be such fuckers but Barty and Evan, as long as they weren’t in their teasing romance, were actually great friends of you and Regulus... Barty was the first one who adopted you in the group, back before you were sorted in any houses, in the train and... Perhaps, you were the only one they loved in another house.

“Where are ya goin’? Ya haven’ eaten anythin’?” Barty pointed to your plate as a sheepish look came over you, lips tugging to a sweet smile, hoping that he would let it pass. He wouldn’t have fallen for the puppy eyes, not for the 97th time, had Evan not pointed to who was missing on their table as well.

“looking for her boyfriend, I see...” you gave a sad smile at Evan as he nodded to the entrance of the Great Hall. He, too, was aware that something was... more wrong with the Black as well, but none of them could come close enough to question him without getting blasted off. “Go. That boy never admits, but he is very dependant on you... He needs you.”

But, if there was anyone who could do that... And perhaps, it was you he wanted to have with him, it would be you.

He had seen from first-hand experience how good you affected the boy, how he seemed happier. Though he would always tease him for the heart eyes he sent your way, or how he would get up from his seat and hug you at the entrance of the Great Hall as soon as he sees you, and also accompany you to his side as you talked with his friends and then, sit with you in your side of the table with your friends at lunch time or dinner, he was glad he found some solace in you.

He was aware of the “pureblood nonsense” most “pureblood” families believed in, his and Blacks for example, and did anything to make their children believe in it too. Regulus was still considered lucky in his eyes, for having Sirius protecting him since he didn’t have someone that would protect him.

And now that they were friends, there was no way in hell that he would allow him to relapse into those bad thoughts that could never actualy stop swirl in his head.

You beamed at Evan as your sprinted from them, Evan yelling after you that they would bring some food for you two while Barty hissed about you not doing any funny business. Evan elbowed him hard as Barty whined about how Regulus was becoming soft, and pink, and domestic around him so much that he couldn’t take it anymore. I love our girlie, and cold bitch of a friend but they both make me... sick...

You couldn’t care less about what they said though. Your mind was only on Regulus and how in pain he looked earlier, even when he tried to hide it behind his steel look. You wondered if it was the anniversary of his brother leaving him behind, but quickly checked it out. Maybe his parents were strict and harsh to him again? But he always said he was used to their harsh ways of teaching...

And now that you stopped in front of the the door seperating you from the Slytherin Common Room... You realized that you didn’t know much about your own boyfriend as much as you were supposed to. And that thought made you frown as you looked down for a moment. You knew how... intense things can get with the “pureblood thing”, even though your family wasn’t that harsh when it came to that ideology, you could only imagine what was going on behind the Black household’s closed door by what Sirius had told you.

Pain, screams and suffering enough to make even the strongest wizard or witch cry their eyes out, just to escape, just to... end it all.

Much like the sniffles coming from insidehis dorm after you entered, sniffles that did nothing to ease your nervousness.

And there he was, your absolutely soft and loving and perfect boyfriend, laying on his side as he clutched his cushion thightly while sobbing uncontrollably , his body heaving up and down as his cries rolled off his tongue and reached your ears. Your heart clenched painfully at the heartbroken boy before you, twisting an invisible knife deeper and deeper with each of his cries as you slowly walked up to him and sat down on the bed, alerting him to your presence before putting your hand on his shoulder and caressing his shoulder comfortingly with sad eyes.

“Reggie...” you knew how he hated that nickname, even throwing a fit to Evan how he didn’t like, though he always said he preferred only you to say it, so when he didn’t react even at that name, you sprinted to his other side after applying a locking charm to the door, guessing he would want to be alone with you right now withour anyone barging in.

At first, he tried to deny you and your touch, but you were persistent. When you said yes to date him, you made a promise to him that day: even if your ways split, you would still be there for him through thick and thin.

You wouldn’t ve another person who left him alone.

“I’m not leaving, I’m here... You’re safe, Regulus...”

And perhaps, it was the way your voice so softly comforted him and how your hands glided through his black curls, or maybe he was too tired after crying his heart out. Whatever it was, he suddenly got up and launched at you, burrying his face to your neck as you sat down on your butt and swayed him from side to side like a baby. Regulus was a man who fought until his last breath, someone who rebelled silently, someone who stood on his ground so strictly that you often thought there would be nothing that could break him.

What happened to him to make him turn into a mess?

What did they do this time?

He was talking, rambling about how bad it was and how she was gonna kill him for it but you didn’t know what “it” was. Your frown hardened by each passing second as his rambles got more intense with fear, fear of his own mother.

“ I-I h-had to leave... I had to leave there, Y/N! They... They wanted-“ another choked sob raked through him as you hugged him even thighter than previously, lifting his head in a hurry and desperately searching for your eyes, to see if you believed him, if you were trully there, if you were... real.

You held onto his face softly, running your thumb up amd down through the bridge of his nose as you kissed his lips to prove to him that you were real, and he was safe in Hogwarts, making him feel all of you as his tears wet your lips, leaving a bitter taste at your tongue.

Not from the salty taste, but the pain they held.

Your mind already finished his sentence without him actually doing so. Because there was only one thing you both feared, one thing that kept him awake at most nights...

One thing that made him cry onto your shoulders that much...

“Did they... Did they do it?” your shaky whisper shook him from the half-trance he was in, and your question made you shiver as if You-Know-Who’s hands were around your neck, your shoulders, the death and chaos that followed him around reeking even in the comforting bubble you two had in Regulus’ dorm.

He shook his head as his hands twisted the silk of your robe. “No... Bella came to the house, said that she wanted to take me to him... The Dark Lord. She said it would be an honor to fight for his cause...” he paused to gulp down the bile that rose to his throat, clenching his eyes shut and focusing on your comforting smell and warmth. He slowly calmed down and looked at you with his ocean blue eyes, wondering how it was possible for you to net be like his own family, how you were so kind and different than others. When he first saw you in the Great Hall, everyone was looking at you in awe, some were jealous and some were scared. Mostly half-bloods and muggle-borns who was now aware of your family and how in danger they were with a school full of purebloods who mostly wanted to get rid of them.

But just as your kindness and warmth eased him many times, they eased those who once feared you as you welcomed them all happily with open arms, making them promise to turn to you if something were troubling them. You proved everyone that you and your family wasn’t like those psychopaths who was hellbent on killing them, even if it made you be branded as “blood-traitor”. You didn’t seem like you cared much about it, rather spending time with your friends even when nasty Slytherins threw insults at you. All you did was to flip them off and go back to whatever you were doing...

And this was why he hesitated to talk to you at the beginning, both from his family status and the nasty comments that would be thrown at you from his house in Hogwarts. He thought you were only kind to muggle-borns and half-breeds since they were being bullied constantly and, harsh to the purebloods who insulted you.

And he was a pureblood... which meant that you would defiently flip him off and even hurt him.

Which proved to be wrong soon, when he cautiously walked up to you in potion class and asked for help as you turned around and gave him a wide smile as you patted the spot next to you. He didn’t want to think back to how close you two were as you listed the ingredients behind him and looked from his head and down at the cauldron to see if he was doing it right.

But it was the happiest he had ever been as you smiled at him and patted his back proudly as you called for the Professor and showed him your works. That was the moment he realized that he could talk to you without any fear, and also, come to you with some of his problems whether you were able to solve them or not. But perhaps, the biggest discovery about his first meeting with you was...

Knowing deep down that he would fall for you, and your dedication for those close to you.

He was proven right, and it was also a joy to realize this as much as it pained him. He knew with what kind of burden he came, and he didn’t want to do that to you. It wasn’t fair to such a sunshine person like you. But he had been a bit more selfish than he wanted to admit in his life, and he needed a light... A hope that showed him, told him that his days that was often covered with darkness would be gone soon.

He didn’t know what he did to deserve you, to have you return his feelings almost 2 years ago, but he was so damn glad to Merlin that you were in his life, that you were his light, his saviour.

Just a few minutes ago, he was miserable and scared and didn’t know what else to do. He felt like he was cornered like a wild, hurt animal, not knowing or seeing a way out.

But at least... He had you, he would always have you.

It wasn’t like he didn't come clean with this, his family and how they supported Voldemort. It was actually one of the main reasons that even if he loved you, his heart called for you, he would never try to court you. He couldn’t bring himself to be the reason your smile would fall, the reason you would be dragged into his mess.

But still... Both of you naively thought that he had more time, that you both had more time to act like a normal couple living a pink romance.

That was what you wanted to have. For Regulus to feel safe and happiness, away from the tragedy that was his family.

Apparently, Merlin had other plans.

“B-But... You’re still in school? I thought they wouldn’t...” your voice died down as horror filled you for what was coming to your ways. You were aware of their bond with the Dark Lord, and that they would make either him or Sirius join the DeathEaters too. Sirius was safe now that he ran away and seeked help from James, and you were happy for him. Sirius, James and Remus were your friends anyways, you loved hanging out with them or tutoring them.

Which meant almost all the time.

They were nice people, happy to help you at any time and anywhere, or well, every person who they loved and cherished...

That was exactly why you didn’t understand when Sirius appeared in James’ house alone, leaving his little brother, 14 at that time, alone in such a “hellhole”.

Alone and defenceless, crying much like now as he curled in a ball...

But deep down, you knew that Sirius was worried about him too. You knew him, and listened to him as he cried to you about how he wasn’t used to feeling safe and how worried sick he was for his brother. Something must have happened for Regulus to not let him come with his brother, and Sirius to not drag him away from that house.He, after all, was a stubborn little shit whether the situation was good or not.

But whatever it was that made both of them not to talk for months and reconcile, it came back to bite everyone’s ass.

“I know, love... I know...” he kissed the tip of your nose as he tried to comfort you back, feeling your fear as his. That was one of the reasons why he fell for you: You felt everyone’s pain even when they really didn’t deserve it.

And though he liked watching you get protective and help someone out while he stood behind and admired you, the tears sitting at the corner of your lovely eyes did nothing but break him even more as he wiped them away, kissing just under your eyes softly, afraid of inflicting you with even more pain.

“That’s what I said, that I should finish school first but... Mother said it was full of dirty wizards and witches, muggleborns and half-bloods. She said I was better off without all those scums....” your brows furrowed at how Walburga Black was so... full of hatred at those who wasn’t like her, her sons included. You probably never saw another human who was so full of hatred, her negativity pouring as venom, trying to poison everyone just as she once was. You had a good guess of why she was like this, why she always threw hatred and so many curses on practically everyone.

After all, none of her sons turned out to be like the Black family. Both of them didn’t support the “Pureblood nonsense” like they did, and Sirius was brave enough to rebel against them while Regulus did it more silently. He showed himself to be just like the perfect Black heir, did everything they asked for and stood tall against them.

He wasn’t brainwashed by them, and though they weren’t proud of him- and could never be- You were so damn proud for him, just like a certain older brother.

You didn’t know it but Regulus, had it been not for you, he feared he would have actually believed in them and what they said, solely for the reason that he wanted them to love him, to acknowledge him as a son. They wanted perfection and he wanted to be perfect, he needed to be perfect.

Because if he wasn’t... Who would he be to anyone?

You are Regulus Arcturus Black, he remembers you telling him after he finally came clean to you about what was in his mind, after asking you out. He was so sure you would decline, laugh it off or anything remotely that told him you didn’t feel the same, before he felt your soft hands slowly taking hold of his downcasted head as his eyes widened in surprise at how... content you looked with the same smile that ignited a fire deep in his soul that it never died, and would never do.. And you are a great man who is kind, strong and powerful, brave too! You are my favourite person in the whole world and I’ll spend an eternity reminding of who you are... Starting with, my boyfriend.

Silence scretchted between you two as he smiled softly at the memory, a perfect one to cast a Patronus perhaps. He desperately wished that this was one of those times you sneaked into his dorm for a nightly fate when he would for sure know that you would scare away all the demons in his head...

But unfortunately, the reality was something else. Something even more demonic and evil than the usual nightmares that haunted him.

Something that tore both him and you apart by how scary it was.

“What did you do... Regulus, did you do it?” he didn’t speak, just took your hands and put them on his sleeve, wanted you to look yourself. Because he didn’t have enough energy anymore. Suddenly, as you slowly pulled his sleeve up, the reality of what would have happened if he didn’t fight against them crashed him.

He would never see you saunter into the Great Hall every time, he wouldn’t sneak out in the middle of the night to have a late night date with you, he wouldn’t be the one to walk with you to your next class, he wouldn’t wait for you for food, he wouldn’t go to Hogsmeade and look at you as you begged to have some more candy from Honey &Dukes, he wouldn’t watch as yougot embrassed cutely...

He wouldn’t be there to love you, and you wouldn’t be there to love him.

You took a sharp intake of breath as you felt his skin over his dress shirt, as if somehow, you would feel the dark tint of the skull and snake symbol over his forearm. You would never judge him, never dare to do such thing. How could you, when you knew how much pain he would have to endure for it, knowing how much it would hurt him?

If that happened, if he yielded and accepted-or rather forced to- you would surely feel helpless and scared, for him. But then, there would absolutely be nothing stopping you from taking him to safety, and possibly going apeshit crazy at them for doing something, something he didn’t want to, on him.

“I just... I just wanted to be enough, for them t-to just... love us.” Your heart broke as stray tears escaped your eyes at how broken he sounded, how even amidst his pain, he still cated for his brother. Regulus took your silence and gasp as a bad sign, he murmured sadly with his eyes downcasted once more as he rubbed your tender flesh. He already felt like a total douchebag, including the voice that screamed at him that he was just like his family with you crying in front of him and him not being able to do anything, that he didn’t deserve anything good in life. And your soft cries didn’t help how he already felt helpless either.

“Don’t cry, love... I know that’s stupid but-“

“No it's no... Not if it’s making you feel like this...” you murmured as you took his hand between yours, squeezing his elegant and long fingers one by one as a way to comfort him as he smiled down at you, seated on his bed as the silky green color complimented you in the best way possible. His eyes looked at your body as the light casted on you made you look ethereal and take his breath away with your beauty. He looked down at your hands as they caressed his hands and wrist comfortingly, before pulling it up to reveal... smooth skin, without any dark ink covering it.

But...

Your hands stopped at feeling a bump on his perfect skin... A bump that wasn’t to be there... Alongside with bruises and yellow-ish tints on his arm...

“T-They... They did crucio o-on you?” you stammered out as you lofted his arm closer to yourself, looking between him and the bruises he had with wide eyes.

“Bella...” he said sadly as his hands clutched your arm thight, as if his life depended on you. And in a way, it did. You were his whole life, the only thing he had, and he would be nothing without you. “She did it, later mother beat me and threw insults and crucio at me...”

“I didn’t even say anything at first... Until she included you. How she would destroy you, ruin you since you were being a distraction to me and what was more important.” He explained as he took your hands between his and kissed them, a gesture that often left you a blushing mess, and continued. “That’s when I decided that it was enough. That all the pain she inflicted on us, on me was over. I had a life, my life... I would never let her or anyone hurt you, so I fought back and... well, you know the rest.” He mumbled shyly as he peered at you, trying to determine what the effect of his words were to you. Flushed cheeks and wide eyes? That’s something he expected. Shuffling like a cat in embrassment? Also expected, that was something you usually did with him which was another thing that he found adorable.

But what wasn’t expected was what left your mouth.

“I’ve always loved that about you...” you whispered out eith softest eye possible and this time, it was the Regulus Black who blushed.

“What do you mean?”

You shrugged your shoulders as he frowned, but upon you not looking at him and the sudden urge to hide yourself, he smirked and threw his arms around your waist to pull you against him as he nuzzled his face to your neck while your hands played with his curls. He was glad that once sad and bad vibe left to a more pleasant and happy one as he shared this moment with you, with hugging and kissing.

You giggled as the ticklish feeling his lips left on yourbskin made you groan while trying to stop him, so that you could get those words out. You loved his kisses and how they made you feel, but you had to say this... Or else it would eat you alive, and then you would be frowning the whole next day.

“I mean-hey, stop! I’m trying to be romantic here!” you swatted his hand away as it slowly slithered upwards aling the expanse of your naked back, ruhhing circles on the flesh there as he hummed. “I thought it was my thing, love?”

“Yeah, but now, I changed it! It’s mine now, you did it a lot. Now, will you please listen, my pretty and handsome boyfriend?”

“Hmm... Gotta think, love... Maybe after a kiss?” he wiggled his brows playfully as you rolled your eyes but did so, smiling into the soft and lingering kiss you both shared.

Ugh, this boy... Always looking for way to smooch me...

“Now that you had your kiss,” you said after being parted from him, panting at the intensity of the kiss and trying hard to not dive back at the sight of his pink and swollen lips, you continued with a finger idly rubbing his lips and then his beauty mark under his chin.

“I love your brave heart. Even if you might not think so, you have been standing up against them for so long and you, protecting me even if I wasn’t there further proves it...” you looked at him with a kind look and took his hand to place it on your chest, right where your heart was as you continued.

“I love how you always know how to make me smile, no one makes me smile the way you do, my days better and surprise me. I love how you always seem like you don’t care but actually listen when there is something we, any of us, want or when something is bothering us.”

“I love how thoughtful you are, even when it breaks you... Just like how when Sirius left home, and you came to me crying. Not because you felt anger or hatred, which would have been understanable by the way, but rather joy. Joy, because you knew that it was a new start for him so that he could live a normal life even if it killed you.” A scoff left you in the middle of your speech remembering how your best friend left his little brother like that but soon disappeared when you remembered how broken he was when he talked about his brother.

Regulus, though, was in shock. Because no one in his life had ever been that thoughful and attentive to the way he felt. No one really saw what was hidden behind his strong façade but yet again, you weren’t “no one” and he was always going to be understood.

From now on, and until forever.

“you don’t think I’m... broken? Bad?” he mumbled as he looked at you through his lashes, head down but still smiling. Your heart soared for the boy before you and you leant down to capture his lips with yours, but not before uttering one lost heartfelt sentence.

“All I know is that I love you, that you deserve everything good in life.”

Regulus sniffled once more as he accepted your kiss, humming happily as he allowed you to deepen it. Little shocks went through his body and he wondered if you felt it too but didn’t dwell on it more. He only accepted your unconditional love.

“I know I don’t say it out loud much, but I really do love you so much... You’re all I’ll ever need to feel better.”

“And I love you, love... So much.” You whispered silently, kissing the topnof his head as he thightened his hold on you. Everything was nice and silent once more, only the sounds from the crickets and owls reaching both of your ears. You kissed his head, his forehead and cheek contionously while he laughed, genuinely laughed since he came back, while trying to make you stop. He knew trying to physically stop you wouldn’t work, so he opted for other ways.

Like, kissing you desperately from your neck as he breathed out to tour most sensitive part of the column of your neck, gracefully out only for him to kiss, to mark.

And he wasn’t wrong. When you felt his hot lips on your neck trailing wet and fast kisses up and down your neck, you gasped and let him do as he wanted. Your legs opened for him to step between them, hovering over you with both of his hands on each side of your head as he gazed at you with love and clear desperation. At that moment, you two weren’t just two lovers who were fucking around.

You two were soulmates that understood each other on another level.

He suddenly stopped his ministrations and just looked down at you from above you for a few seconds before sighing dejectedly.

“I don’t want to live there... But I don’t know where-“

“You are not going back to that place, Regulus. Not again, I won’t allow it.” You sternly cut him as you rose up on your hands, brows knitted together while you pushed yourself up as he lowered back and looked at you as if you were crazy.

“B-but... I have nowhere else to go! They would cut me off of the tapestry and disown me! Sirius had James and-“ he exclaimed in distress as he started to shake again, shaking his head at the sudden panic of the reality and what he was supposed to do. He was so caught up in the comfort he had after so long that he had forgotten about what was waiting for him.

His mother with her wand out to use even mkre gruesome punishments, forcing him to come to their meeting and kill innocents...

He couldn’t get help if they did it, and how would his brother look at him if he were to get that damned mark? He already didn’t consider him as a brother, he would definetly refuse to have anything to do with him after he sees it.

And you? How would you accept him like that? A vicious killer who would have to work for the Dark Lord even if it was the last thing he wanted?

You wouldn’t deserve it, you wouldn’t want it, you wouldn’t love him, you wouldn’t accept him, he would be all alone and then be killed as-

“And you have me..! You could stay with me and my family, you know they would do anything to protect us.”

Your desperate call for him was what made him come back to his senses, from the panic attack he had at just thinking about the possibilities. He didn’t register what you said at first. Inside his mind, there seemed to be a constant whirl and buzzing sound as if he was fighting back against a huge storm and he was just... trying, trying and trying but failing in the end.

But it was because he tried to do it alone. He was never allowed to ask for help since it was a “sign of weakness” as his father called it, but now that he had a different circle of people, different friends and above all you, he didn’t have to fear anything.

The way Regulus broke down at the mere mention of his family house( something that was supposed to be comforting) broke you, the sight of the kind boy you knew being treated that way... You couldn’t allow it anymore. There was no way you were letting him go to that house, back into Walburga’s waiting arms as she was waiting to point that damned wand to her own son and mercilessly torture him.

And, to prevent it, a bright idea came to your mind. Sure, there was a potential that your parents would be shocked, more likely have questions as to why they were hosting the boy but thwy would understand... and hopefully help him out.

“You know how my mum adores you, they would gladly help us both.” You weren’t lying to comfort him or yourself, it was true. Last summer, when you brought him to your house after he told something about his whereabouts to his mother, he stayed with you and he would always be thankful for what you did for him that summer. Because those 3 months were the best he had in a long time. At first, when he witnessed the pure love and care there was between all of you, he felt jealous and angry.

Jealous because he didn’t have, and could never have, what you had. He felt the bitter pangs of knives every time you kissed your parents, they brought you home made meals to your room as you showed him the cool muggle books or listened to songs on your bed as you held hands and looked at each other with lovesick smiles. The way you bravely sneaked into the guest room just to fall asleep with him, to comfort him so that he didn’t feel alone changed him in a way, made him more brave.

You didn’t have to know, but your mum always checked on him during night to see if he was doing fine and smiled whemever she saw you both sleeping while hugging each other as if your lives depended on it.

But even when he was jealous of you and your parents, though never serious, he had a clear mind to judge the situation and then... he realized how they included him to their casual lifes as well, just like you did.

It was like a famy thing, huh?

How your mother requested him to come to the kitchen and later taught him how to cook some meals, tasted what she cooked and even helped her out around the house all the while listening to her talk shit about almost every family in the wizarding world, except Weasleys, with a huge smile on his face.

He could never dare to do that in his own house, but here, in your own... He was sitting with your mother on the kitchen with a cup of tea and biscuits while they talked and talked. She took after her mother, both inner and outer beauty, he would think as he gazed at the way your mum talked and even threw some praises at him here and there which didn’t fail to make him blush.

He really wanted to be a part of that life, he needed it... He had never been happier than he was at that time and to hear you say that he could be...

“I can? You... Promise?” he hopefully asked with tears in his eyes as you nodded uour head immediately, bringing him for yet another hug as you kissed his nape softly.

“Yes, I promise. You and I, forever and then even more... Remember?” he suddenly surged forward and took your face in his hands, inhaling your shampoo before diving for a passionate kiss as his hands wrapped themselves around your waist and pulled you to his lap. He poured all his love and gratitude into it, teeth clashing together as his lips and tongue desperately searched for yours.

You squealed but then moaned slightly at how hot you suddenly felt, how his movements and kiss heated you up more than normal. This kiss wasn’t normal, this side of Regulus wasn’t normal. He normally was someone who showed his love silently, who kissed you under shadows. You understood it well, he wasn’t a man who liked to show off with physcial affection and rather made his silent care work its magic.

But right now, this Regulus was fragile and sensitive, and his desperate kisses showed it too as he wanted you to... know it.

And Merlin, did you know it...

You held onto his neck and hair as your lips moved against his lips, leaning him back amd making him lay on his back as your body laid on his flush, chest to chest. The kiss was everything you both wanted, it has been so long since he deprivee both himself and you from each other but it wasn’t the time for it to lead to something more.

Not when he was so in pain, and need of comfort.

Besides, there was something else that needed to be talked about if you were doing what you were planning to do. Some people that needed to know, who would gladly move the entire universe for the boy below you

You shyly looked at him with a troubled look and Regulus’ brows knitted together as he worriedly took a hold of your face in his warm palms. “Is something wrong, my love? Was it too much?”

You looked at him in amazement, the fact that he still thought about your comfort when he was the one who needed it bedazzled you. But like you said, it was a trait you loved about him, perhaps the the best one.

You shook your head while taking a huge breath in. “No, love... It was quite... enjoyable.” You flushed under his teasing smirk, cursing at him for making you feel like a little kid being offered candy inside your mind as you cleared your throat and got off of him to sit next to where his body was now leaned back against the head of his bed. He was looking at you with confusion and slight worry, wondering ehat was on your mind as his hand wandered to your knee and rubbed it gently. To not give him any more scare any longer, you took in his glorious sight and continued.

“There are two more people who you could turn for help to.”

That was something you both talked about a lot, who he would turn to if shit went wrong and he had to act quick with his escape. You always knew that Regulus shouldn’t stay in that house even a moment longer, but he insisted that he was fine and assured you that everything was under his control with a swift kiss to your forehead.

So you kept your silence. You didn’t talk about it again until he would want to, but still... You told Sirius about the awful things they did to Regulus as he listened with clenched jaw and asked him if there was anything he could help with when the time comes.

Not if... When.

Because everyone knew that the inevitable was waiting right outside the door, and there was no stopping it.

And he of course, immediately offered himself which you declined for the time being since Regulus still believed that he hated his brother. You watched how broken he suddenly seemed after you said it but still nodded, knowing how he fucked everything up by not grabbing him with himself as he left, and gavr you their uncle’s name.

“He is a good man, also like us who didn’t believe in their ways... If there is anyone that could help, it’s him.”

Regulus tilted his head to you as if asking what you meant, how the hell it was possible that there would be more people who could help him, and with a sigh, you looked at his eyes. “Your uncle Alphard and... Sirius.”

“No... My uncle? That’s fine. But Sirius... He hates me, love. He showed me how he felt about me! He wouldn’t want anything to do with me!” he got up from his bed hastily in panic and went to the open window as he leant over it with his hands in his hair, welcoming the fresh and cool air into his lungs.

You understood where he was coming from, knowing little pieces about how that night went between them and how he... did a lot for Sirius that night, something he didn’t know and probably would never. Some harsh words were apparently exchanged between them and even if they both knew that the other didn’t mean it...

It didn’t hurt any less.

Regulus thought that Sirius chose James over his own brother and hated him for being the way he is.

Sirius thought his little brother wad ashamed of the person he was, how he always caused trouble even as toddlers and made him get hurt even though he would mostly be the one taking the blame for him.

And you thought that the Black brothers were stupidest motherfuckers in the whole world.

Your arms fell helplessly on the bed as you watched Regulus break down, almost, again. You never felt this helpless in your life, and your gut told you that the reason of his agitation was partly because he hated himself for making you go through this, but...

You promised him one year ago that no matter what happens, you would be there for him.

Always.

“No, my love... Sirius loves you and cares about you. I know, because I listened to him as he cried in James’ house.” You walked up to him slowly, took his hand and stood before him as your hand crept up towards his sculpted face and rubbed his cheek softly before tiptoeing and kissing each side of his cheek as he smiled and exhaled slowly.

At that time, things were tense for them. So much so that it affected the school as well. Sirius was still on edge because of his parents, worried sick for both Regulus and himself, thinking that they were planning something evil about himself. Regulus was hurt because his brother left him, for James, and even called him his “brother” which didn’t seem anything friendly to the poor, young boy who was drowning in his insecurities. It didn’t matter that he was already thinking about also running away, to you probably, but he wasn’t abandoning a brother for another one in his eyes and therefore blamed Sirius for being selfish.

But, as much as you understood both Regulus’ frustration and Sirius’ anger, you also knew that your friend and the older brother of your lover would drop everything to help his little brother out of that shithole.

“Just... Talk to him. Because I know you, you would regret not doing so if you don’t do it.” You sighed out tiredly, the later hours into the night catching up to you as you begged him softly, hoping that he would accept. A part of you feared that he wouldn’t, and tey to solve this by himself like always...

But you were his weakness, the reason he rebelled back and changed his future unknown to either one of you.

He would kill for you, die for you, live for you and turn the whole universe upside down if he had the power.

“Okay... Will you... Will you also be there? For me?” he softly smiled and kissed your nose, leaning his forehead to yours as he waited for your answer with a small smile. You smiled before kissing him deeply, slowly as your lips lingered on his and he closed his eyes slowly as if to savour this moment. You tugged him towards bed with a whine. “ Forever and always... Now, come back to bed.”

At that, a playful smirk found his face since you came in his room. “Now, I thought we could get to that lever later in our relationship, love.” You blushed heavily at how that one innocent sentence seemed so... cozy and something a married couple would say. You hid your face at the sudden flashes of you two being married, living your dreams in a cottage far way from everyone came before your eyes before punching his arm. It didn’t do anything of course, that boy was fit contrary to what people thought by his lanky figure, except making him laugh and kiss your hairline.

“You’re so adorable when you blush... Alright, let’s go and sleep.” You smiled as you watched him get under his duvet and groan in relief when he found a good position to sleep, blushing at how the expanse of his back flexed with each of his movements. You sighed in relief at seeing that he would finally fall into a comforting sleep and moved to quitely get out of his dorm when his monotone yet curious voice reached you, halting you in your steps.

“And, where do you think you are going?” he asked matter of factly as you stood there like a deer, with a hand on the doorknob as you slowly turned to look at him sitting down on his bed and laying halfway down with his torso out. “Uh... Going back to my dorm?”

“And who said you could?” he raised a brow at you questioningly as you laughed awkwardly, turning fully to him with your arms crossed in front of your chest as you looked down at him hesitated.

“I thought you would want to... be-“

“Trust me, love, being alone is the last thing I need right now... I need you...” he shyly said, his cockiness suddenly disappearing as he opened the duvet and offered you to come and sleep with him. His chuckle of disbelief made you scoff at him as you went up to him and got under it without making him repeat himself. He chuckled once more as he pulled you towards him, snuggling to you as your arms wrappes around him and soon you both fell asleep to the comforting embrace of your lover.

When he arrived in his room, he was terrified of going back to Grimmauld House and be forced to accept the Dark Lord’s way. He felt as if there was no other option for him, and he even mentally prepared himself to break up with you to save you from the tragedy. But as you slowly came back to his bed and sat down before inching closer to him and settling right next to him on the single bed, your bodies flushed together as you laid your hand on his chest, right where his heart was beating loudly, he felt hope blossom in his chest.

Even if he chuckled and tried to play the cool Regulus to hide how these all meant a lot to him

He fell asleep peacefully with you between his arms and this time, rather than those nightmares that decorated his dreams as he only saw his mother and the red hue of the cruciotus curse, he now dreamed of future.

A future where he was happy with you, in a country-side...

A future where you would be waiting for him with just as warm and soft embrace, continuing to lighten his days just as you are doing just by existing...

A future where he is safe and happy, with the family you two might create, a family that would be completely different than the one he has.

And, for the first time in 16 years, he had a good nights of smorning.yoy btoh laid under his duvet together, not caring about the teasing he would face the next morning.

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can u write something about the morning after the reader gives jj her virginity she's kind of insecure and awkward and he just reassures her , I seen something similar to this and all I thought about was him 😅

i love soft & reassuring jj sm omg ♡︎

you'd both been awake for awhile, laying in each other's arms and content about how close you too are. at least, that's where jj's head was at. he'd awoken to you, asleep and as pretty as ever as your chest rose and fell deep in slumber. he took the time to admire you, your features beautifully graced over by the sunlight peaking into your bedroom. then, when you woke up, you couldn't hide your sleepy smile when you pushed your face into the nape of his neck. it'd been a short while since then, and the comfortable silence had since become loud when jj noticed that there was something obviously on your mind. "where'd you go, pretty girl?" he questioned, nudging his nose against your forehead lovingly. "nowhere. i'm just...i don't know. was i...okay...last night?" jj's brows instantly furrow, and he slides down lower on the mattress to meet your gaze. "baby, you were amazing. last night was amazing. what's got you thinkin' otherwise?" you shrug. "nothin', i just...i've been waiting for this for a long time, y'know? to be with you, to be loved by you. i just hope i wasn't a disappointment for you because you were everything for me." jj's hand grasps the one you have on him, and he presses a kiss to your palm before he slowly flips you onto your back. he towers over you, his blue eyes finding yours and keeping them locked there. "listen to me. you're perfect. and last night was more than i ever could've asked for because i spent it with the girl of my damn dreams." he lowers his head to press a slow kiss to your lips. the kiss is soft but deep as jj does his best to convey his adoration for you. "you were so damn beautiful, i couldn't stop staring. and, if you're okay with me being a smidge dirty, baby girl...i didn't wanna stop. i had to restrain myself from kissing you and feeling you all night long, and it was fucking hard. i never wanted to come up from the air that was you." you blush instantly, closing your eyes to shield yourself from jj's intruding gaze. it was like he could see all of you, inside out. he knew all your thoughts and sentiments, and it was intimidating, but in the best way possible. "now, if you'll let me, i'd really like to spend the morning reminding you of how gorgeous you are, and how much i love you."

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secretivemessenger · 1 year

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Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Heavy fingering! Nipple play! Squirting! (Pantalone)! Riding! Pet names! Belly bulge! (Tartaglia)! Humiliation! Facefucking! Brat taming! (Scaramouche)! Lab sex! Rough sex! (Dottore)! missionary! Back scratching! Biting! (Capitano)! Manhandling! Soft to rough! (Pierro)!

Note: i know i said i won’t be writing long shit for a while since i had some lack of motivation- BUT, I suddenly got the urge to write this. So yeah 😀. Currently 4am so don’t mind if there is any mistakes

Pantalone

Pantalone adores you a bit too much, he just loves you lots and is willing to give you anything you could ever want.

If you just simply want to ravish his pretty body then he’s all yours, or you just want to buy yourself a little treat then he’s more than willing to give you as much mora as you wish for.

One of the biggest and obvious benefits of being his lover is the things he gives you. He always likes to shower you with his gifts, it can be count as his love language.

And it specifically make him extremely happy when he see’s you wear something he gave to you. it’s insanely adorable how his eyes shone once when you wore the dark blue sweater he gave you.

Just as much as he likes to give you his little gifts, he also enjoys it when you do things for him. Like having you fill him up till he’s a sobbing mess, or just simply pampering and praising him while gently stroking at his hair.

Pantalone can also be very demanding. He is a very straight forward man after all. If he wants something he will not hesitate to get it. So if he wants you to just fuck him dumb right on top of his office then you’ll have to do it. Not like you’re complaining about it anyways.

His back was pressed down against his own desk, pantalone was bare naked for you while you still had your clothes on. The squelching sound of your fingers fucking inside his wet hole mixed perfectly with his sweet moans.

“Nghh…ahh please no more” pantalone let out a helpless cry. But instead of stopping you only moved your fingers faster. “Do you really wish for me to stop? Just say so and I’ll stop” you said with a smile looking directly at his eyes.

Biting his lips he gave it a thought before spatting with an adorable whine “please, give me more”. Giving him exactly what he wanted. You added a third finger and started fucking it in and out of him at a hight pace. His body couldn’t stop squirming around, back arched beautifully for you. He looked so mesmerising in such position.

Leaning down you gave his pecs a little kiss earning you a surprised gasp. Taking it as a sign you took his nipple inside your warm mouth, sucking at it harshly while twirling your tongue around it. Biting it every now and then. All that while still fingering him open.

His body was already an overstimulated mess, he himself was surprised he hasn’t come yet. But once you pulled out you fingers and replaced it with your cock, he couldn’t stop himself from squirting all over himself. He screamed your name loudly as it just kept coming out.

He looked quite fucked up even tho you just put it in. You wonder how would he last when you start fucking him silly with your cock.

Tartaglia

Childe is the definition of the so called puppy boy. Probably because of his little habit of following you around like a little lost pup.

You don’t mind it, actually it’s the quite opposite, you find it extremely adorable the way he stalks behind you everywhere you go.

He wishes for nothing other than your satisfaction. He’s willing to do anything you want and give you everything you need without asking for a thing in return.

If he were to take anything from you it would be the little praises when he does a good job for you. He finds his own satisfaction from pleasing you. Being a good boy for you is all he does.

He craves your touch all the time, even if he doesn’t ask for it you know that he just wants you close to him in anyway possible, he just wants the heat of your body against him. Still he doesn’t wish to be a greedy one fearing you’ll despise him after.

But in reality you’re more than willing to give him what he wants, after all he has been nothing other than a perfect puppy for you, and a good puppy deserves a reward for their hard work <3.

When you told him he can do anything he wanted with you he got so happy, you actually feared the smile he had on might rip his face apart from how wide it was.

He giggled at himself before telling you what he wanted “i want to ride you, please?” he said with hopeful eyes. And who were you to deny him after being such a good boy for you all this time. “Sure. Go ahead, please yourself”

And there he is, going up and down on your cock. You wanted to help him out but he specifically said to let him do things on his own.

He supported himself by placing his hands on your shoulders while you sat back against the couch. Watching the way he moves on your cock, the way it disappears inside of him and pop up against his tummy. He looked gorgeous with the way his eyes teared up you couldn’t help not to tease him.

Thrusting up against him with no warning made his knees feel weak, it made him squeal loudly. He looked up at you with teary eyes you almost felt bad. You just smiled at him and praised. “Cmon be a good pup and continue moving. Or do you want me to do it” he whined before answering “I’ll do it”.

He continued to abuse his hole on his own as you just watched him like he was some kind of a show. He looked like mess, as his cock leaked lots of precum. Your cock bulging against his stomach was the cutest thing ever, you barely held back on just slamming him on the couch and fucking him on your own. But you have to respect your darling’s wish. So you let him continue on his own, for now atleast.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is the polar opposite of childe. He is the actual definition of an arrogant little brat, If it wasn’t obvious already.

He has a bad habit of looking down on people especially those who he deems nothing but weak mortals.

He even looks down on you, His lover. Constantly raising his voice at you, ordering you around like you’re one of his subordinates. If someone saw you they would not believe that you have such special bond together.

He’s absolutely not the type to show affection, especially when in public. He feels like falling in love is such a humiliating thing and that everyone looks down on him for it. So he makes sure to act arrogantly with you when there is people around. To show them that he still have the dominant hand.

But do you care about his behaviour? No not at all. He can continue acting like a brat as much as he wants, it just gives you better satisfaction when you start breaking his little pride Till he’s nothing but a putty at your mercy.

He can say whenever he wants to you in public but you know damn well you can very much easily just bend him over anytime and have your way with him.

You seated yourself on the little chair while looking in-front of you as scaramouche stood there, fiddling with his fingers nervously. Why? He himself doesn’t know reason.

“On your knees” you said in a rather calm voice.

Hearing your words made his little ego drop. And it made anger rise in him. YOU want HIM to get on his knees? Just because your his lover you think you have the power to order him around like that. “Huh who do you think you are”

It honestly started to get irritating, and it just made the thought of breaking him grow more inside of you. “Hurry up and get on your knees instead of making things worse for yourself”. Your sudden change in tone made his body shiver, he didn’t know why but his body reacted on it’s own. Swallowing up his pride and getting down on his knees between your legs, letting out a small whine.

“Suck me off” these three words made his face heat up real quick. He looked up at you like you were crazy or something. The shock being too great he forgot how to talk. “You go the easy way out do it on your own, or i can just shove my cock down your throat on my own.” A mischievous smile spread against your face “which one would you prefer hmm?”

Gosh how could you say such things with a straight face. It made him embarrassed, he would never admit it tho. He was too deep in his thoughts to even realize the amount of time that had passed, the patience you had quickly drained. “I guess your choice is the latter”. Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, but it was already too late for him

It’s like his consciousness stopped for a moment and when it returned your cock was already deep down his throat. A little glare was all he could give, but it only made you chuckle at his pathetic move.

If he continues to be a brat then just fuck it out of him, yes it’s that easy. Grab his hair and shove him down till he kisses your abdomen. Watch while he grips at your thighs for support. Tears running down his face uncontrollably, droll dripping down his chin. He looked fucked out already even tho you just started. And you weren’t gonna stop till he’s nothing but an obedient doll for you.

Dottore

Dottore views everything as an experiment, even the relationship you both have was nothing but a mere experiment to him. Until these “feelings” got involved.

Dottore was someone who had little to no understanding of human emotions. Let alone ‘love’. But being with you changed that, you were destined to be with him. Or so he believes.

He believes that you’re meant to teach him all the things that he doesn’t know or understand. And with time he became obsessed with you, so much to the point where he’s willing to take anything your able to give to him.

You’re his just like he’s yours. He won’t mind being your little toy, as long as you keep teaching him all these new things. Especially about his body. Together you explored all the parts of his body that could give him the feeling of euphoria.

Learning all of these new things about his body was certainly interesting, not just for him but for you too. You observed the way his body would react to every touch you make on it.

His reactions always leaves you in aww. No matter how many times you fuck him dumb it would always feel like the first time.

Fucking him in his lab is always hot. Knowing that anyone could possibly enter, a fatui agent, a harbinger, or one of his clones. But thats the fun part of it.

Pressing his face against the wall, while you thrust in and out of him. One hand holding his waist, and the other pulling on his harness.

His muffled up moans is all he could let out as you continued to ram his used hole. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back against you. Begging for even more fraction. “Please sir.. fuck me harder” he said while looking back at you with temping eyes.

Snapping your hips against his harshly while pulling back his harness. It made his eyes roll back from the pleasure. Head clouded with lust and only one thought, he wants to cum so soo bad. But when he wanted to jerk himself off you thrusted directly on his prostate. It made his hands shoot up to hold onto the wall for support.

You continued fucking against him, hitting his pleasurable spot over and over again. “Instead of playing with your cock, why don’t we see if you can cum with only your ass hmm. What do you think?” you whispered near his ears making a shiver run up his spine.

Letting out a loud breath “fuck me harder then” a mocking smile spread on his face despite the fact that it’s soaked in tears and drool.

“What a greedy whore. Alright you asked for it”. if he wanted it this way then he have no right to complain after about how sore his body feels.

Capitano

Capitano is very much clueless about relationships and such. Because he’s so new to this he knows nothing about it so you’re gonna have to teach him little by little.

Go easy on and don’t rush him. Start by the simple things of how to enjoy some quality time together. A little date, a walk around together, or just having a small chat in his office. Doing that will deepen the relationship you two have.

After you get closer he’ll become more comfortable to physical touch’s. At first small little peaks is all he can do but in no time he was able to last in heavy make out sessions. Grip at his waist and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, listen to how he whines in the middle of the kiss. It’s all new to him to the point of it becoming overstimulating.

He was very sensitive to the kisses you too shared not knowing about the amount of pleasure he can get from other parts of his body. Starting with overstimulating his nipples to ramming your fingers against his prostate. All the new things he started experiencing with you were incredibly overwhelming, yet it felt fucking amazing.

He now looks forward to it everytime that you call him over for some tension release.

You had no idea why capitano called you in first. Usually when you wanted to do anything together you’ll be the one who have to make the first move. Well guess things change.

The moment you arrived you knew why he called you in because of the way he was acting. And you were honestly quite tempted to tease him, but you know better than to do that. Because he can kill you off just as fast. So you jumped straight to the point.

Seating yourself perfectly between his legs, already balls deep inside of him resulting in a deep groan to be let out from him. “Ngh.. hurry up and move already” chuckling at his demanding words “yes sir”. Before starting to slowly pull out till only the tips inside, and ramming back inside.

The satisfaction of being stretched open felt so good. Capitano wrapped his hands around you for support. Digging his nails in your back. “Loosen up a bit. My dick can barely breath” you said w a light laugh.

With a deep sigh. He tried to relax so you can move easily inside of him. Your thrusts started growing in speed bit by bit. As deep moans escape capitano.

Leaning down you started sucking at his neck which added to the pleasure he was feeling. Leaving hickeys all over it before biting it out of nowhere. He would’ve screamed if he didn’t mange to hold himself back. He Shot a glare at you which quickly disappeared once your movement speed increased.

His eyes became dazed as the pleasure was starting to get too overwhelming for him. For someone like him he was very sensitive. It’s truly adorable. It just makes you want to ravish him even more, turn him into your perfect toy.

But maybe you shouldn’t say that out loud. You still wish to hold on to your head after all.

Pierro

Pierro might as well be considered the most ‘calm’ of the other harbingers. He lived for far too long, and has experienced a fair amount of relationships to understand what he’s doing.

A life as pierros lover is real calm and relaxing, you have no arguments, great communication, and a nice relationship overall.

The most struggle pierro have is being the leader of the harbingers. He is always expected to be so strong and smart, everyone thinks that he can and will do everything for the fatui. And he will. Yet it’s still quite tiring.

All the work he have to do always gets him so stressed. he just wants someone to take care of him. Someone to love him. And who else is there for him other than his precious lover.

You’re there to him. you’ll treat him just like he deserves. With love and care. And maybe some roughness too.

You just can’t deny how good it feels when you look down on the 1st fatui harbinger like that. Laying naked, legs spread wide open.

The way you can see your cock go in and out of him had you staring intensely. How you wish to fuck him so roughly but you care too much to mess him up more than his work is doing. You know how stressful his work is, so you have to push your urges and just focus on pleasing your lover. Continuing to fuck softly against him.

Of course pierro noticed you holding back. Honestly his pride was hurt a bit because maybe you thought he couldn’t handle a more rough play. “No need to hold back. I can take it” he said it so confidently. Hearing his words was like a switch.

Flipping him around so easily made a shrinking sound to be let out by him. His face pressed against the mattress while his ass presented itself so beautifully infront of you.

Holding down his waist you didn’t hesitate to push roughly inside of him again. He was the one who told you that you can be more rough. So you did just that. Going in and out of him in such roughly manner made the volume of his voice rise, which was pleasant to hear due to the fact that he’s mostly quiet during sex.

Pierro continued to enjoy the feeling of your cock fucking his hole. He didn’t mind the roughness of your movement, it was actually very arousing to him. Even a man like pierro like’s to be manhandled every once in a while.

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

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mylucayathoughts · 6 months

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Little moments that I love in Red White and Royal Blue. PART 6 (haha I'm going feral)

I know these scenes have been talked about like hundreds of times already but I still need to get the feels out of my system, plz bear with me 🙏😭

When Alex bends almost 90 degrees to take a look at Henry at the royal wedding. He seeks out Henry so much already it is so cute 😍 His commentary "He is so smug and entitled", "he's such a snob" and "I swear he's not 6 feet 2!" and yet we get this eager look from him 😝

Alex was MAD at Henry but he never meant for his suit to get ruined, he was so drunk he forgot that he had whipped cream all over his hands. You can see from his reaction that he realized he fucked up and says sorry immediately, even tries to clean the suit with his cream hands 🤣

"Well now I feel like I need to apologize" - and I'm sure it took some pressure off of Henry. Wish we saw his reaction. I bet he was finally at peace knowing that Alex doesn't dislike him anymore or at least sympathizes with him.

The face Alex makes at his phone after talking to Henry, if only he could see it 😏 he LOVED every second of the call 😍 and he adores Henry but he hadn't realized it yet, my dumbass baby 🤧

During the new years party, whenever Alex was physically away from Henry, his mind wasn't 😏

The way Henry grabs Alex's face and pulls closer while he kisses him 😩😍🦋 you can see the wrinkles on Alex's cheek.

My boy (Henry) was really going at it and then Alex closes his eyes and gives in to the kiss 🥺

Henry giving Alex a look after his "the night is still young Ma!" he must be thinking "what exactly are your intentions?" 😝

Then he smiles both at the joke and at the prospect 🤣😏

Alexs come-hither look 👀👀 gotta mention Taylor, he was so good with his expressions here, (focus was on him in this scene, as opposed to the Paris scene where we saw Nicholas's mostly)

From the red room to Alex's bedroom - the whole thing is just so beautifully scripted, well directed, well acted. Cinema peaked here guys 😍😩 I have no complaints!

I love love how before leaving, Henry took one good look at Alex, took a deep breath, smiled and slowly turned away. Like he couldn't believe his own damn luck that he was just with Alex, after years of longing. And that Alex seems to want him too 🥺

Henry struggling with his buttons and Alex immediately going to help him and their sweet little smiles in this scene 😍 And Nicholas and Taylors acting here, part eager, part excited, part nervous, part silly 😩😩😩 beautiful honestly 😭

Henry saying "oh and I told my sister" and Alex's "awe I didn't know that" and they both get lost into their own little world forgetting the tornado in the room that is Zahra. Boyfriends™

I almost cropped out Alex's butt here (which would be a crime btw) but I didn't and Henry's smile 😩😍 he is such a cutie patootie 😘

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#Red white and royal blue #Rwrb #Firstprince #Alex x Henry #Alex Claremont Diaz #Prince Henry #henry george edward james hanover stuart fox #Nicholas Galitzine #Taylor Zakhar Perez #Rwrb movie

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strawb3rrystar · 10 days

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HII!! I absolutely ADORE your writing!! Could you please write a jellyfish!reader x helluva boss (mainly Stolas, Blitzø, Ozzie and Fizzy but if you want to add more characters that’s fine!!)

(https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/897834875718584016/)

like a reader who’s whole colour palette is blue, purple and pink which contracts the red, black and white vibe in hell and is UNDENIABLY beautiful. Like, reader is absolutely ethereal and has the jellyfish haircut!! The reader COULD rival an overlord (maybe a sin if they made deals with others!!) with their strength and the fact they could electrify, shock and sting others- the fact they’re so CALM yet so elegant is an understatement. They rarely get mad or upset and when they do, it’s so passive aggressive that its just the slight insults, leaving out the person or just harming them straight away. Btw reader would be able to glow in the dark, doesn’t have a brain but is EXTREMELY intelligent (could be immortal as some jellyfish are), doesn’t feel pain, no heart (bones or blood) and is just made of 95% water YET looks so human-like and beautiful (has the human body yet no organs etc. think of a mirage, an illusion. They are demon(human) like, they have a body but it’s completely water. Not that you could tell. Their skin is pale, almost white, they’re almost ghostly yet so beautifully created. I don’t think jellyfish can sleep either and I’d like to think that jellyfish!reader died in the water while observing jellyfish, they were so SO obsessed with jellyfish yet they died by one and I’d also like to think they would have some sort of power with water, due to the fact they’re mainly water (and electricity, poison).

How would they react to jellyfish!reader?

Don'tcha know? Jellyfish are brainless.

Pairing: Stolas, Blitzø, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli x GN! Jellyfish! Reader

Warnings: None I think, mostly platonic!

Word count: 450

✰Masterlist

Stolas thinks you look extremely cool. Lets say he saw you on one of his outings. You immediately catch his eye because of your practically see-through body. He had never seen a Sinner look like you before. Of course he has a book about jellyfish in his collection though. So he already knows a lot about them. But he'll ask you a bunch of questions and write them in a little notebook. He finds it quite interesting that you don't have a brain, but are completely capable of functioning. Though, if he really thinks about it, if you did have a brain it would just be floating around. Which would probably be very strange.

Blitzø thinks you look badass. You were one of his clients when you met. He was enthralled by your jellyfish look and your need to take revenge on the living world. Lets just say, the two of you hit it off. He might even ask you to work for I.M.P as like his assistant or something. He'll ask you a ton of questions, most of them revolving around sex... He doesn't realize you don't sleep until you stayed in the office for a full 24 hours. He then felt stupid for not taking that into consideration. Basically, you make him feel stupid because you don't have a brain, but you're smarter than him.

Asmodeus thinks you look adorable. The first time you guys met, he assumed you were from the Envy ring and was just visiting the Pride ring like him. But he was wrong, very, very wrong. To find out you were a sinner was a shock to him. Like jaw on the floor type shocked. Will buy you jellyfish themed things when he finds out you love jellyfish. Maybe he'll even get you a pet jellyfish. His trips to the Pride ring become more frequent, just to see you. When you tell him you died looking at jellyfish, he's surprised once again. Considering they were your cause of death, your love for them didn't waver.

Fizzarolli thinks you look amazing in every way. You first met at one of his shows in the Pride ring. You caught his eye with your jelly-watery body. He probably points it out during the show, mentioning how cool you looked. You were a bit shy to be the center of attention, but you still decided to come up with him after the show. You two make jokes and laugh until someone else comes up for an autograph. Years later, you meet again. And he's just as mesmerized as the day you met. He wants to know everything about you. So expect a ton of questions heading your way.

Star's notes -> Sorry I didn't add much in the fighting side of things. I completly forgot about that part :[

(Thank you, @scr4luv for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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gabessquishytum · 28 days

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I wanted to write a little something more detailed based on this lovely ask, so I did - I'm afraid it's not very much, ironically because I'm very much struggling with my own Hypermobility at the moment! But I hope it'll bring joy, nonetheless <3

Love is Stored in the K-Tape

(550 words, rated M, no major warnings apply)

“You know, darling, it wouldn't hurt you to buy k-tape in a colour other than black.” Hob muses – measuring up the tape against Dream’s ankle and then cutting the strip. Dream huffs, and kicks his foot very lightly against Hob’s hand.

“Because the supposed flesh colour is so close to the colour of my skin.” Dream's tone practically drips with sarcasm. And all Hob can think is – he's adorable. Beautiful. An absolute brat.

“Well yes, it would look more like orange against your skin. But the blue would match your eyes so beautifully!” Hob picks up the last strip of tape and peels the back part away. He holds Dream’s ankle, taking care that the joint is comfortable, and applies the tape to the velvety pale skin. A quick kiss to the joint seals the process. “There we are, love. Is that alright? Not itching or creasing too much?”

Dream rotates his foot and gives a regal nod in response. Both of his ankles are taped, as is the outside of each foot (this part is to keep his toes from popping out of place). His right knee has been decorated too. Hob runs his finger over each piece of tape, and then leans in to kiss each one too. Hearing Dream’s little hum of satisfaction after each kiss brings a smile to his face.

“Thank you.” Dream eventually murmurs, when Hob has finished the tour of his joints. He tangles his fingers up in Hob’s hair and tugs affectionately. “For all that you do for me.”

Hob crawls up the length of Dream’s body to kiss him properly on the mouth before replying. “I can promise you that there's literally nothing else in the world that I'd rather be doing.”

“Even so…” Now Dream is blushing, just a little bit. It makes him look delightfilly radiant. He nudges his nose against Hob’s cheek. “Perhaps. I am becoming spoiled.”

“And perhaps. Spoiled is exactly how I want you.” Hob is half teasing, copying Dream’s intonation and the seriousness in his voice. But really Hob is the one who is quite serious, at least about this. He likes Dream to have expectations and demands of their relationship. It makes him feel like he's doing something right.

Dream only says “hmph.” And goes right back to pulling Hob’s hair. Hob has never been more enamoured with anything. He may be, he is willing to acknowledge, a tiny bit obsessed with Dream. This is what he wants: to be allowed to care for his lover and to make sure that he can enjoy sex without pain. It doesn't seem like too much to ask for.

“Darling.” Hob nuzzles into Dream's oh-so-soft neck, licks the flutter of his pulse, and fails to stop himself from smiling. “Do you think that I could make love to you, now?”

Another one of those beloved regal nods. Dream’s hand slides down from Hob’s hair to the pelt on his chest, and he tugs on that instead. “I will be most disappointed if you do not, after all that effort.”

Hob has no intention of disappointing Dream ever, let alone this evening. And so he sets the tape and scissors carefully aside, to devote every ounce of energy and attention to his unique and utterly perfect Dream.

#disabled dreamling #the sandman #dreamling #dream x hob #sandman fic #cw medical

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bucky-barnes-diaries · 1 year

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Masterpiece of Art

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || Your husband gives you an anniversary present that has you looking like a goddess—a masterpiece, perfection in every way.

World Count || 886

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Mild Smut — [N]SFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, implied sex and sexual activities. Lots of fluff as well!

Authors Note || This is for @the-slumberparty Week One Slumber Party Game. I chose A Diamond Necklace. Thank you guys for hosting! This was such a fun piece to write and it turned out perfect <3

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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Mob!Bucky Masterlist

It was yours and Bucky’s one-year wedding anniversary. And to celebrate, you were going out on a lovely fancy dinner. You and he were getting ready in your shared his and hers grand closet—piecing together fabulous formal wear that would fit the occasion for tonight.

You were almost entirely ready. Hair and makeup were done beautifully. And the dark purple dress you wore fit your figure to perfection—accentuating your curves and features. It was just the jewelry left to choose and match with your outfit. You pulled out rows of the expensive ones you owned and hunted to find the perfect ones.

The ring on your finger was an easy pick—wedding ring, of course. It always stayed on, and the significant meaning of the ring was the most perfect accessory you could ever wear. And for the earrings, you chose a pair of your favorites—the ones Bucky gave you on the first Christmas you celebrated together. But as you scanned the various necklaces, nothing really stood out. They were all, of course, beautiful in their own way, but nothing really struck your fancy.

“Hmm, what to choose from?” You mumbled to yourself as you tapped the fingers on the glass cover.

That was your husband’s perfect cue to make his way over to you.

A familiar arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you into a perfectly toned chest—a place that had been your home for the last three years. You hummed in contentment and closed your eyes as a perfect set of lips ghosted across your jawline before peppering soft kisses down your neck. A flow of pleasurable tingles spread throughout your nerves at the tender and loving affection.

“What are you looking for, princess?” Your husband mumbled in the curve where your neck and shoulder met.

“A necklace to go with the outfit. Is there anything that stands out to you?”

“Actually, there is, but it’s not something you own. At least not yet.”

Before you could ask what he meant, he turned you around, and in his hands, he held a deep blue velvet box. Opening it up, you were presented with the most stunning piece of jewelry you’d ever laid your eyes on—a diamond necklace. It outshined the rest of the jewelry you owned, but it wasn’t anything too heavy—it was a perfect balance between subtle and grand—elegant and simple. You were in awe of it, and Bucky chuckled at your speechlessness.

You almost didn’t want to touch it—your fingers only lightly brushed along the edges. You didn’t feel worthy of wearing such a masterpiece of art. But before you could voice your thoughts, Bucky pulled you to the full-length mirror and stood behind you.

He laid the necklace across your collarbone and clasped it at the back. The gems against your skin were a beautiful perfection, putting a finishing touch on your attire for the evening. You touched the necklace proudly now. A smile on your face as you examined yourself in the mirror.

Your insecurities from before were all tossed to the side once you saw how it all fit together, and especially by the way your husband was looking upon you in complete adoration.

He wrapped his arms around you again. “Gorgeous,” he muttered as he kissed your shoulder, lingering his lips there for a moment before resting his chin on the same spot. “You look like a piece of artwork, my love. Happy anniversary.”

“It’s beautiful, James. Absolutely perfect,” you uttered as you touched the gems one last time before cupping the side of his face with your hand. He leaned into it, kissing your palm and smiling in contentment at the tender touch.

“You are beautiful, princess. Absolutely breathtaking.” His warm breath brushed against your skin as he spoke, and you gasped at the sensation. “It’s you that makes the necklace perfect. Without you, it would just be a dull piece of nothing. Insignificant. Nothing of value. You make it worth something. It’s you that brings out its beauty. Only you.”

His loving declaration of your aesthetic quickly became sensual as his previous soft touches and praises turned into erotic ones.

“You know what will be even more perfect?” He mumbled against your skin as he slowly glided the tip of his nose down the column of your neck, making you purr and close your eyes in delight. “When I have you home later tonight. In nothing but that pretty necklace as I take your gorgeous body that belongs to me. Kissing and touching every inch of your divine skin.” He continued his journey towards your shoulder, leaving open-mouth kisses across it. “Fucking you so good that you’ll scream my name all night long.” And then back up your neck again. “What do you say, princess? Does that sound like the perfect evening to you?”

He pulled you closer to his body, and you felt his growing bulge digging into your ass, making you whine in need to have it deeper in you. It looked like the evening may be cut short, and you would jump straight to the delicious dessert part.

You didn’t mind at all. An evening of sex and pleasure with your husband was nothing you could ever say no to. You could do the fancy dinner another time.

“It sounds perfect, James.”

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💙 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark

💙 Stunted, Starving Juvenility

by TomatenMark (@tomatenmark5)

E, WIP, 686k, Wangxian

Summary: At sixteen Wei Wuxian is—through some strange twist of fate, or a nick in the layer between parallel universes, who knows—out of the blue confronted with that one incense burner dream one night. While his curious mind is left unable to stop poking at this new perspective on Lan Wangji, circumstances in the Cloud Recesses begin to change and Wei Wuxian is suddenly presented with life-altering opportunities. Maybe Gusu isn’t so bad after all? (Or alternatively: The fic where I get to give Wei Wuxian the academic scholarship he deserves while simultaneously getting him hitched early on.) Kay's comments: Honestly, if you haven't heard of this fic yet, then you've probably lived under a rock this past year, haven't you? It's definitely The Fic™ and has been for a while now and it's already been recommended a few times by followers already, but I need to give it a personal shout-out as well, because I adore this story. It's living rent-free in my brain and despite already having more than 600k words, I re-read it like every other month and never get tired of it. One of the highlights is definitely TomatenMark's incredible attention to detail. Something will get mentioned once in chapter five and ten chapters later it'll suddenly be a major plot point. I also really adore the numerous characters TomatenMark has added to the story, they are all working so beautifully in the story and I find myself caring for them very much! As for the plot, it's basically a Cloud Recesses canon-divergence where WangXian get together and get married during the lectures and it kickstarts a canon-divergence that looks much better than the original timeline while also staying true to the characters and not sugarcoating things. If you haven't already, you should definitely check this story out! Excerpt: “I regard Lan Zhan highly,” he tried to reassure and Lan Xichen interestedly hummed, prompting him to add, “If I ever make him unhappy in some way I’d be the first to beat myself up over it.” Lan Xichen nodded and twinkled at him but Wei Wuxian didn’t dare to relax. “You seem to be quite dedicated,” the other noted. “And Wangji seems to return the sentiment given how he returned without any protection from the storm when I was quite sure I had seen him leave with his coat that afternoon.” “Ah. Er, yeah, Lan Zhan was so kind as to lend it to me when it started to rain,” Wei Wuxian explained, feeling on edge from the other’s roundabout way of hinting at something Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure he was even knowingly hinting at. “However, I have noticed that your neck was quite bruised when you returned, Wei-gongzi,” Lan Xichen went on. Wei Wuxian’s head snapped up from where he had held it politely lowered before. Lan Xichen’s eyes were overflowing with mirth. He definitely knew what he was hinting at!! “I hope you two didn’t get into a fight?” the Lan sect heir innocently mused and Wei Wuxian felt his resolve break. “Zewu-jun, please don’t torture me like this,” he begged.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, cloud recesses study arc, sunshot campaign, getting together, falling in love, first time, first kiss, developing relationship, period-typical homophobia, kink exploration, fluff and angst, cultivation sect politics, genius wei wuxian, inventor wei wuxian, marriage, minor character death, scheming nie huaisang, burning of the cloud recesses, wei wuxian has a family, bad parent jiang fengmian, top lan wangji, bottom wei wuxian

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: On Saturday morning, you start to remember all the details of the night before. Sharing yours and Bucky’s relationship with your friends, having entirely too much to drink, and being taken care of by your super-soldier. But now that you were sober, it's time to repay the favor…

Ch 16 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 15 | Ch. 17

Warnings: language, pet names, SMUT [oral - m receiving], a half-baked ending, idk I think that's about it

AN: Hello, I’m back from the dead, and I have nothing to show for myself but a midnight release of some half-beta’d smut 😂 But I TOLD you guys I’d come back!! Y’know, just… two jobs and a deployed boyfriend later 😬 I’m really excited to have this chapter out, I know it’s been a long time coming, but I’m hoping to get back into some kind of groove. I’ve been daydreaming about putting a printed version of Neighbors on my bookshelf, but that requires me to actually finish writing it, lol. And we’re finally tip-toeing the line of seeing events of the show in the fic, so that’ll be exciting 👀 I missed you guys, I’m glad to be back, and I hope you enjoy 💖

EDIT 12-28-23: I did change the ending a little bit, but not my much... I just updated some of the dialogue. It was really throwing off my groove trying to start the next chapter 😂

The soft rays of the morning light filtered in through your blinds, and you woke up gently to the golden light blanketed across your bedroom. There were no alarms to snooze, no obligations to be met, just a beautifully lazy Saturday morning for you to share with the man sleeping beside you.

It was moments like these that had made these slow mornings one of your favorite things. Rarely did you get to see Bucky’s face relaxed in blissful sleep, normally one to wake up before you and help start your day. But the weekends brought a pleasant lack of worries and expectations for his super-soldier brain to focus on. You loved getting to admire his sharp features in the golden light, mentally charting every detail of his gentle expression before sleep escaped him and his hyper-active mind brought back that crease between his brows.

And as much as you enjoyed seeing Bucky in such an easy state of being, watching him escape the demons that tormented his waking existence, it never failed to make you smile when you felt him begin to stir in the mornings.

Before his face would give anything away, you would feel his mismatched hands roam your body, or reach out to find you if they weren’t already. This morning they were wrapped around your waist, and your cheeks began to burn with the force of your smile as you felt Bucky’s right hand slide down the small of your back until he reached your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. And only when you gave a soft laugh in amusement did his expression crack, the corners of his lips tilting up in a smile before he cracked his eyes open to look at you.

“Good morning,” you cooed, your voice soft as you basked in the adoring attention of his blue-eyed gaze.

“G’mornin doll,” he slurred, using his vibranium arm to cage you in and press you against the planes of his half-naked body.

“How’d you sleep?” You offered, hoping that it was a favorable answer. The shrug of his shoulders told you otherwise.

“Had that dream again, where I’m… him. But I’m fine,” he said with a shrug, which you knew by now meant that he’d had a nightmare that was affecting him more than he could shake, but the last thing he wanted to do was talk about it. At least for now. “How did you sleep, baby?”

“Pretty good. I think all those drinks I had last night might’ve helped because I didn’t move,” you lamented, and you felt Bucky’s body shake with his quiet laughter.

“Oh, those drinks certainly did a number on you,” he grinned, clearly replaying the memories of the night before across his eyelids, and finding amusement in the whole situation all over again. When he looked back to find your brow raised in question, he offered another question. “How much do you remember from last night?”

You scoffed, but couldn’t erase the smile from your cheeks, even in your irritated facade. “How much do I-I remember the night just fine, thank you!” You defended incredulously, going over the details in your own mind before you spat them out in the wrong order and gave him any more ammunition.

At Charlie and Jay’s dinner party, the two of you kicked off the evening by announcing — prompted by your friends’ schemes — that the two of you were dating. You were official, going steady, cuffed… the list of phrases and jabs went on forever, and most of them were used as the dinner party continued with no lack of questions and pleas for details.

Some of the conversations, and the number of drinks you had, are all mixed together, the journey home being much the same. At least until you got into the building. You could vaguely remember falling back into Bucky’s arms on the stairs, and without any connecting context, having your shoes in your hand while you were carried bridal style up to your apartment.

But you did remember the rest of the night. You could remember almost every detail of getting Bucky back into your apartment, and damn near climbing him like a tree. Your intoxication had made you turn feral in an embarrassingly short amount of time, desperate for more of the intimate moments you’d shared before you left for the dinner party.

“Ask me again when you’re sober,” his voice rang through your head, his words from the night before causing a spark to light inside you. You’d wanted him bad last night, and he had wanted you just as much.

“Oh, you remember? Is that why I can see the gears turning in your head?” Bucky’s deep voice said from beneath you, the vibration of his baritone bringing you back from your daydreams, back to the reality where your very handsome super-soldier was half-naked beneath you and still had his hand resting on your ass.

“Mhmm… I remember something about picking up where we left off,” you lilted. You shifted so that you could straddle his hips and get a better look at him, the movement bringing your hips over the already impressive size of him through your thin layers of pajamas and panties.

You did your best to keep yourself from making any depraved sounds. An involuntary roll of your hips caused Bucky’s eyes to close as he took a sharp inhale, and you felt a shiver surge through you watching how easily you could make him crumble.

“I believe I was told to ask you again when I was sober…” you whispered, watching his blue eyes focus back on you and darken as he tried to hide his grin. “What do you say, Sarge?”

With another slight roll of your hips, he adjusted his grip on your ass to squeeze it again, stilling your movement as he twitched beneath you. You tried to keep your whimper at bay, but it did you no good when his vibranium hand found the back of your neck to pull you back down to him, leaning up ever so slightly to crush his lips against yours, eliciting a desperate sound from somewhere you had no control over.

Bucky kissed you senseless, and you lost yourself in the sensual way his lips molded to yours while his tongue licked at your lips, teasing entrance without giving you the satisfaction. Between his gruff moans and the way your bodies continued to move together, it didn’t take long for a familiar puddle of arousal to appear between your legs, no doubt helped by the growing weight beneath his sweatpants.

His hands began to roam across your body, caressing anywhere he could reach, and causing a shiver to run up your spine and break the kiss. Bucky smiled up at you through half-lidded eyes, laughing under his breath as your expression started to mirror his.

“You alright, sweets?” he asked you softly, his hands rubbing a soothing pattern on your back. You nodded enthusiastically, your head swimming with too many inappropriate thoughts to be able to form words, and taking your opportunity to latch onto the stubble-covered skin just beneath his jaw. He hummed in appreciation, and you took your cue to continue traveling downwards, trailing kisses behind his ear and down the column of his neck.

Bucky’s pleasure-laced laughter rumbled through his chest as you continued your barrage down his collarbones, shifting your hips lower as your trailed kisses down his ridiculously large pecs, and making your way all the way across his washboard abs before he reached a hand down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. The sweet movement gave you a good pause to stop your affections and look up at him, unable to stop the sly grin that appeared on your face as you settled yourself between his legs, your arms braced against his hips.

He let out a shaky breath as he smiled at you. “S’this okay?” you asked sweetly, running your hands across his stomach as you waited for his answer. He released another amused breath.

“I- It’s more than okay,” he grinned, combing his vibranium fingers through your hair, clearly contemplating his words. “But you don’t have to. I don’t want you to think-”

“I want to, Buck,” you assured soothingly, cutting him off before he had a chance to get in his head. “I want to make you feel good. You took such good care of me last night, now it’s my turn.”

“That’s part of my job,” he pleaded, not trying to dissuade you, but too stubborn to let this point slide. “I’ll always take care of you, and I don’t ever expect something in return.”

“Okay, sure. But that’s my job too, y’know,” you argued, satisfied when you could see the gears in his head struggling to find a counter-point. “Let me take care of you, baby… Let me taste you,” you finished with a whisper, enjoying the way his eyelids fluttered at the thought.

Bucky took a breath as if he was steadying himself, watching you adoringly as he licked his lips. “Show me what you want, sweets.”

You had to bite your lip to contain your smile, almost immediately jumping to action. You grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling both the pants and his boxers down over his hips, your mouth nearly watering when his cock sprung free.

You were half convinced you would be just as starstruck by it no matter how many times you saw his dick, admiring his bulging tip hiding beneath the foreskin. You risked another glance up at Bucky, having to contain the excited giggles bubbling inside you before you wrapped your hand around him, giving a few slow pumps to unsheath the angry red tip already starting to leak precum.

At this point, there was nothing in your head other than what you needed to do to get him in your mouth as soon as possible. You darted your tongue out to lick up his length, making a point to swirl your tongue a little more at that special spot just beneath his tip. His sharp inhale spurred you on, wrapping your lips around his head as you continued to swirl your tongue, and your eyes almost rolled back when his thighs involuntary squeezed around you.

“Ohhhh shit… I forgot how good this feels,” he laughed breathlessly. You were immediately distracted by this new information, and unashamedly bolstered by the fact that you’d barely had him in your mouth before he was singing your praises.

“How long has it been? Since you had someone to take care of you like this?”

“Decades,” he answered firmly, and it sent another shiver through you. It was almost embarrassing how much it turned you on that you would be the first one to give him a blowjob in so long.

“Mmm, then I guess we’ll just have to make up for it,” you winked, but before Bucky could question your motives you dove right back in, sliding your lips down enough of his length to comfortably fit. He muttered another curse under his breath and you heard his head hit the pillow, rocked with pleasure.

Now that you’d had a chance to let him get over the initial shock, you set a steady pace. Sucking up his length, and wrapping your tongue around his tip before repeating the process, taking more and more of him each time you bobbed your head.

“You feel too damn good, babygirl,” he hissed, and you could hear his restless hands shifting around the sheets beneath the two of you as you continued to worship his length. When Bucky’s gentle fingers began to comb through your hair, your eyes rolled back a little as he pushed some of the pieces out of your way.

With your clear signs of enthusiasm, he took his cue to continue, both of his mismatched hands collecting all of your hair before his right hand grabbed a fistful, holding just enough tension to make you squirm. You couldn’t hold back your own moans of pleasure from the feeling of his hand gripping your hair, sending the vibrations down his cock with your lips wrapped around him, sucking up and down his length as he let out a throaty groan.

“S’that feel good, sweets? D’you like when I hold you like that?” Bucky asked, fighting his way through the words. You could only hum in agreement from around him, never slowing your ministrations, and taking far too much pleasure in the way it made him break. As you hummed around him, his cock twitched in your mouth, and you glanced up to watch through your eyelids as his head hit the pillow.

With nothing else to lose – and everything to gain – you took one last long drag up the length of him, hollowing your cheeks before going down just that much further to take him to the very back of your throat. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he let out a slew of curses.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up…” he muttered. When you nodded, moaning in a sort of plea, he could only respond with incoherent sounds of his own pleasure.

Taking neither of you by surprise, it only took a few more bobs of your head before his grip on your hair tightened, and you kept a comfortable length of him inside your mouth as he hurtled to his climax. You basked in the sounds of desperate pleasure Bucky made as he as he shot warm ropes of cum down your throat.

After he’d finished, and you could feel his length start twitching on your tongue, you made your final attempts to collect his spend. With one last gentle suck, you released his sensitive cock, shooting a sweet smile back up at him – an action that earned you a tired laugh as he turned away from you.

“Fuck, sweets you can’t jus… Take it easy on me, will ya? You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled, and you could hear the soft grin he was wearing. You giggled as you gingerly made your way back up his body, snuggling back into his side.

You could tell Bucky’s super-soldier stamina was already starting to catch back up to him, looking much less tired as he turned his head to look up at you, donning a bright smile when you brought a hand up to play with the scruff on his cheek.

“Did’ya have a good time, Sarge?” you asked him softly, feeling another wave of amusement rumble through his body in response.

“I haven’t felt that good in… I don’t even remember how long,” he answered happily, his voice deep and relaxed. It nearly sent a shiver down your spine on its own.

“Glad to be of service,” you shot back flirtatiously, earning you a sly grin. You hummed a laugh, Bucky following suit as he continued to look at you with those baby-blue eyes. And when your laughter faded, his expression didn’ falter. The hint of adoration quickly overpowered anything else, and you felt your cheeks start to heat up as he gazed up at you as if you’d given him the world. You noticed a small quiver of his brows, but before you could ask him what was going on inside his head, he opened his mouth.

“We’ve done this a little backward, haven’t we?” He asked earnestly, accentuating his words with the smallest scrunch of his nose as if it were obvious what he was talking about.

“How do you mean?” As you watched him contemplate his answer, you couldn’t help yourself from teasing him a little. “If you’re insinuating I should’ve cum first, we can always just do it again.” The deep belly laugh that rumbled through the man beneath you made your heart skip a beat. God, you loved that sound.

“No no, I mean… I mean with us. I never took you out for a proper date, did I?” Bucky’s voice was soft and sincere, which only made his question more confusing.

“Uh, of course you have. What do you think we do every Saturday?”

“That’s different. I just thought it’d be fun to take you dancing, but I never asked you out on a first date the proper way.” And there was the daily reminder of just how old Bucky was, talking about the “proper” steps to dating. The fact that it was almost immediately after getting sucked off was just comical.

“Okay… what about Valentine’s Day? You asked me out then, we had a fun night!” You bargained, taking care to remember the very romantic picnic that had been the cause of your first kiss.

“I was told specifically that that didn’t count,” he teased, and you only rolled your eyes at him. Damn him and his perfect, super-soldier memory… Before you could get another jab in, he cut you off, his voice soft and sincere again. “Let me take you out tonight, sweets. We’ll make it different, something special.” He was persistent this morning… He was clearly up to something, but what that was you had no idea.

“Yeah? And how’re you gonna make it different from all the other Saturday nights at the diner?”

“Damn, that’s tonight, isn’t it? That’s…” Bucky trailed off, and you watched the gears slowly turning in his head. Suddenly his eyes went wide. “Saturday. It’s Saturday, what time is it?”

Shit.

You nearly launched yourself off of him to reach for your phone on the nightstand. Turning back to him, his expression told you he already knew the answer. “Buck, you’ve got to go.”

If he hadn’t recovered from your intimate escapades of the morning, he definitely had now. Both you and Bucky shot up from the bed in an attempt to get him out the door to make it to his appointment with Dr. Raynor on time. He was already stepping into his dark jeans by the time you’d gotten to the dresser, pulling out the first of his t-shirts you could see and throwing it in his direction.

Bucky caught the black shirt effortlessly and started to put it on as he turned back to you. “Alright, well… diner night or not, I still want to make tonight special,” he pleaded, and you stopped for a moment to watch his muscles flex as he slipped the shirt over his head.

“Yeah, okay great. Right now I’m worried about you missing court-mandated therapy. This conversation will be much less romantic when there’s an officer at my door looking for you, and we don’t exactly have a good excuse.” Bucky laughed under his breath at your comment, silencing himself quickly when he saw your raised eyebrow as you went to hand him his leather jacket.

“I’ll be fine. Raynor can wait for five damn minutes,” he half grumbled, clearly not pleased with the new direction his morning was going in.

“James,” you pleaded. This time he nodded.

As Bucky finished getting himself ready, you managed to get some toast started for him; it wasn’t anywhere close to being enough breakfast for a super-soldier, but it would be ready fast, he’d be able to eat it on his way, and it would hopefully avoid him dealing with Raynor on an empty stomach again... Something was better than nothing.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” You offered again as Bucky opened the front door, slices of toast in hand. “I can make you a little more food, and we’ll-”

“I’m gonna make it on time, peach,” he reassured you gently. You opened your mouth to continue making your case, but he spoke before you could get a word out. “I can out-run your sedan. I’ll be fine.”

That was new information… you felt your brows crease in surprise, resisting the urge to continue asking about this new ability of his he had yet to share, trying not to invade his already dwindling timeline. But if he could run that fast… Bucky laughed softly as he watched you process his comment, gently holding your shoulders to kiss the creases you were making between your brows.

“We can talk more when I get home,” he reasoned, slipping a hand around your waist to pull you just that much closer. “I’ll have more of a plan for tonight by then.”

“That plan better involve the diner; we promised River we wouldn’t miss another week. WE;ll never hear the end of it if we don’t go,” you reminded pointedly.

“So you really do remember last night…” He teased, and you smacked his chest in jest, earning a deep laugh from the super-soldier.

“We’ll be at the diner, don’t you worry. Maybe you could wear that blue dress I know you’ve been saving for something special. I’ll find something to surprise you with tonight, make it memorable.”

“You do that just by being you,” you sighed. Bucky donned an almost giddy smile at your words, and the vibranium hand around your waist tugged you just a little bit closer, and he leaned down to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. He made your head spin like he always did, making you forget your surroundings so effortlessly.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours for a moment, clearly contemplating doing it again. Miraculously, you found a moment of clarity amongst your brain fog. “Alright, you’ve got to go, Buck.”

“I’ll pick you up at six?” He shot playfully, removing his hand from your waist as he stepped out into the hall, watching as you leaned against the doorframe.

“I’ll be here,” you smiled, unable to hide the smile from your face as he winked at you, just before turning around to make his way down the stairs.

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lorebeth · 11 months

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When you aren't looking

Disclaimer: Hello! This is my first ever piece on this website so I hope it reaches the right audience! I'm still a little new to this so if you have any tips for how to get better accustomed to the app I'd be happy to learn!

I've recently had a hyperfixation on Dan Heng so hopefully this expresses my love for him psfjdhfjsj HELP THERE'S A FEW SPELLING MISTAKES

TW: Might be a little sad, Dan Heng ignores reader due to his feelings, Dan Heng hopelessly in love with you and terrified of his feelings towards you. Readers birthday, mwah!

Dan Heng couldn't comprehend it. His feelings for you have skyrocketed and he can't help but get a feeling at the bottom of his stomach whenever he sees you.

He doesn't like what you've done to him these past few months since you first joined him and the others. He couldn't find it in his heart to trust you after the effect you had on him so drastically but he also couldn't help not let you into his heart through your caring actions towards the others. How you communicate with March 7th, it makes his heart flutter and the way you make coffee for Himeko before her waking up.

He wonderered what you haven't done to make everyone's life just that inch more easier. Even Pom Pom adored you in their own little way.

What really hit the nail on the coffin for Dan Heng was when you found him awake in the dead of night when even Welt himself was asleep. You carefully approached him with a careful hand on his shoulder, making him shiver whenever he remembers the event.

"Would you like a cup of coffee? Tea, perhaps?" he knew you could see the bags under his eyes and the messy nest ontop of his head, yet all you did was offer him a hot beverage. You could have told him to go to sleep but he knew you knew that would have done nothing. And for that, he slowly started opening up to you. From a distance that is.

You had in fact won him over but his crippling fear of rejection stopped him. He couldn't face you again after he came to the conclusion he doesn't feel the same way he does with you with Himeko or March for example. How would you react if you saw him smile ever so gently whenever you help someone or whenever you explain to March why Welt has his phone brightness too high and can't change it due to his lack of expertise in mobile phones, causing March to giggle and try take Welt's phone.

So, he began to ignore you. And it did hurt him to see March come in his room without you because he simply couldn't see you. You had caught on quite quickly after the 3rd or 4th time he kept making excuses to not being able to spend time with you.

As time passed, your birthday was finally here and of course you felt horrible because this amazing boy was ignoring you, and of course you told March who felt the need to scold him personally and escort, as she frased it the, "Sorry Looking Emo Potato Salad" to the meeting held in place for your birthday. He of course had said previously that he was busy sorting out the files of the new monsters you had stumbled across and it would take the whole day. You felt your eyes tear up when he came in startled and with a face full of shame and desire to run away from the situation.

"March.. It's okay, he said he was busy. Honestly, Dan Heng it's okay, go do what you have to do." it angered you that the one you most wanted to spend your birthday with couldn't be bothered but your interest rised when he pulled out a little dark green envelope and a blue bag with a Happy Birthday plastered on it. It looked like his handwriting so perhaps it almost made up for him ignoring you all this time. Almost.

"Oh..? Thank you Dan Heng! I know you've been really busy these few weeks. So I appreciate it!" you were still upset but alot less now that you've seen the boy and you had a beautifully wrapped gift inside from him, there was shredded navy blue tissue paper covering the top.

"Happy Birthday Y/N. I'm sorry I haven't seen you much. I have to go now. If you don't like it or it isn't right, come to my room later tonight. I want you to open the envelope and my present last, please."

With that, the boy was off again. And instead of the feeling of sadness and hurt wash over you, you felt quite happy and curious for what he could have gotten you.

"Well that was weird.. Oh Y/N, Y/N!! Look at my gift!" you went on and started opening the rest of your presents, almost forgetting about the raven haired boy and his mysterious envelope and present.

After the little party, you found yourself ecstatic. You were going to have a sleepover with March after you got dressed and changed your out of your beautiful birthday outfit. Himeko wouldn't stop complimenting you and your colour combinations. It made you feel special.

Just as you were about to leave, from the corner of your eye, you see the little bag. You had put the envelope inside and from there you took it upstairs, having a quick chat with Welt and then changing.

You picked it up and saw a rectangular box, as you carefully tear off the paper, you see a stunning pair of earrings, they matched your everyday work outfit and still stood out, in the light shining your favourite shade of (F/C). You felt so full and empty at the same time, these must have cost a fortune but they were so fricking pretty. They made you laugh softly.

You had only discovered your feelings for him a week before he started disappearing on you. You made him that hot beverage and took him to his room, helping him put the last of his data he had collected and took his mug when he was finished. That moment was so domestic and made you strangely happy. You couldn't see yourself doing that for anyone other than March and you loved her like a sister.

The envelope caught your attention, as you begin to open it you hear a knock at your door, "Y/N! Are you coming?" March did have a habit of being impatient.

"Yes! One second, I'll be right there March." as she walked away, you opened the envelope, noticing the little pattern engraved onto the paper inside and on the envelope itself. It had a scent to it, as if Dan Heng himself hugged the letter and it caught his perfume.

Dear Y/N,

I'm sorry I've been so distant lately. I've grown to like you more than a friend would, and it hurts me every time I ignore you and you hurt. I've been afraid of rejection almost my entire life and I could not stand to lose another person I have grown to love. If you do not feel the same way, please ignore this letter. I just felt the need to explain myself because you deserve it. I've been selfish.

Yours, Dan Heng.

You've never sped walked to his room faster.

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starhvney · 29 days

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Hi hello!! I absolutely adore your writing and I hope you're having a good day!

I was wondering if maybe I could request a (mystreet) Zane x Reader with a reader who loves spoiling + pampering him all while he's still wrapping his mind around the fact anyone could even like him romantically lol. If not no worries!!

𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet zane x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: when you don't expect love to find you, it's hard to comprehend when it does. for zane, it's a mystery.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slight hurt/comfort? zane cries just a lil bit, otherwise super cute

𝐂𝐖: none?

𝐀/𝐍: i made this a bit more emotional than anon probably intended with the request. but i’m weak for men who are vulnerable so i had to do it to em. i have a soft spot for zane i want to be besties with him my lil emo pookie wookie. also guys i finished this after drinking half a bottle of wine so if there's any typos i'm sorry lolll

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

zane had gone quiet ten minutes ago, his eyes spacing away as he blankly nodded along to whatever you said. you ignored it at first, trying to figure out if it was just you overthinking things or if something about him was really off.

you had excitedly asked him over to hang out. it wasn’t the first time, but this time you decided to be extra affectionate and doting on him. fresh baked heart shaped cookies were laid out on the coffee table as you ushered him to rest on the couch with you. you turned on whatever show he wanted while you had him rest his head on your lap.

sliding his scarf down his face, you lean over him as you rub his cheeks with your thumbs. it was a shame he covered and hid his face so often. while he acted different from his brothers, he still most definitely looked like them, and the ro’meave boys never had any bad complaints about their looks.

porcelain skin somehow was perfectly clear, save for the freckles that painted along his straight nose and high cheekbones. thick dark hair starkly contrasted against his face, the same color beautifully framing his bright icy-blue eyes.

“you’re so pretty.” you whisper.

the apple of his cheeks glow red and his lips warble, his fingers trailing across the fabric of his mask as if he was tempted to pull it back up to hide away.

“you’re prettier.” he refutes, the genuineness and uncertain shyness in his tone enough to keep you from teasing him.

you merely tap his nose, before your fingers trail up to his thick black hair. gingerly, you pull it back, fully exposing his other eye and the light scar that nicked his eyelid and brow. with a satisfied hum, you lean back to grab the bag you had prepared before.

“what’s that?”

“skin care.”

“for…?”

“you! will you let me?”

“...if you want.”

you quietly cheer in victory, a smile on your face. his lips twitch up and his eyes glisten as up at you while you begin your routine. as soon as you start massaging products into his face, he sleepily drifts his attention to the tv. after a moment his muscles go limp against you, a deep exhale leaving through his nose.

you poke his nose and lean down to kiss his freckles, giggling as his ears grow red. one kiss follows another, and another, and another, as your lips touch and trace each mark along his pale skin. he made a whimpering noise of protest, pale hands reaching up to hold your face in place as your lips had threatened another kiss on his soft cheeks.

“hm?” you question. dark lashes hide his eyes as they dart away from your face and towards the screen.

“it’s nothing.” he mumbles, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as his hands drop back down to his side.

your eyebrows pinch at his sudden mood change, but you don’t question him further, reaching over to feed him a cookie instead.

“okay…” you simply return, patting his cheek as he chews the sweet snack. “are the cookies good?”

“mhm.” he nods, voice warbling as he hums.

a moment passes, the background noise of the show the only other noise in the room as you stare down at him. his lashes still hide his eyes from you as they brush along his cheekbones.

“what’s wrong?” you finally question.

the question is met with silence as you feel his shoulders tense against your legs. your fingers reach out to gently brush against his cheeks.

“zane, look at me.”

finally his eyes drift back up to yours, icy blue glazed over with emotion.

“why are you so quiet?”

“i’m just… confused, i guess.” he mutters.

instead of asking him, you patiently wait for him to continue, tilting your head as you lightly trace small shapes across his face.

“well, confused isn’t the right word… or maybe it is?” he groans, pale hands reaching up to rub against his face. “you’re just… so sweet. i can barely imagine any girl giving me the time of day, let alone you. i guess i still just don’t understand why you’d want to spend your time and energy on me. it’s not like i was your last choice, either. you’re beautiful and unbearably kind. You could have anyone you wanted. And i’m just… me.”

for a moment you don’t know how to respond, completely taken by his words. your fingers pause against his jawline, and he freezes at your following silence. his eyes widen in regret, and for a moment you swear he looks on the verge of tears before he shoots up from his spot on your lap.

“it’s nothing, forget it.” he mumbles quickly, facing away from you.

“no! no, it’s not nothing, i was just surprised!” you leap forward to hug him from behind, voice scrambling to comfort him. “i didn’t think you felt that way.”

your hands connect over his chest, feeling his heart thud in his chest. his rib cage stutters as he takes in a shaky breath, one hand reaching up to grip onto yours.

“zane, i chose you because i love you. i treat you like this because i truly want to.”

slowly, he twists his body to look back at you. you’re barely able to see the shine of the tear running down his cheek before he buries his head in the crook of your neck, practically tackling you back down into the couch. his hands tightly wrap around you, holding you close as he lays on top of you. your heart swells at his vulnerability, a side he had rarely shown to you.

“i love you.” his voice whispers back to you, the words barely loud enough to be heard if you weren’t paying attention.

“when you’re not pretending to be a grumpy, unhappy little grouch, you’re one of the sweetest men i’ve ever met.” you continue, rubbing one hand along his back while the other runs through his hair.

the neckline of your shirt feels damp, and you feel another shaky exhale against your collarbone.

“thank you.”

“i adore you, zane. you don’t need to thank me for something that isn’t a chore to me.”

his head shifts, turning towards the screen as he quietly stares at the show playing on the screen. you pull the blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over the two of you, hugging him to your chest and continuing to rub his back.

“want to stay here for a while?” you ask softly.

“...yeah.”