#it gives off sleeping-by-the-fireplace vibes and i LOVE IT

[drawbauchery]

I had never considered this trio before but they are super cute! I tried giving this a warm look may have went a little overboard. (pinkra5)

THE WARM & COZY CREW QAQ

#submission #pinkra5 #danganronpa #now in color #ryoma hoshi #rantaro amami #gonta gokuhara #it gives off sleeping-by-the-fireplace vibes and i LOVE IT #bus au

[one-piece-aus]

What would marriage life would be like with the seven warlords?

This is an old anon request, I do apologize for not getting to it sooner but here we go

What Marriage Life Would Be Like With the Seven Warlords (Headcanons)

It's pretty chill being married to Mihawk

Y'all just vibe in a mansion on an isolated island

I imagine Mihawk is a person of quality time and acts of service so the two of you would often spend time together

Whether it's reading in your library or cooking dinner for each other, every moment you do together and action you do for him is cherished in Mihawk's heart, even if he doesn't mention it

He makes sure you're healthy and well (eating properly, making sure you get your sleep)

This man will be able to instantly tell if your state is the slightest bit off and will not hesitate to voice his concern

He is not opposed to having children, the idea might amuse him

In fact, after Zoro and Perona had made their appearance, Mihawk grew fond of the idea taking care of his own child, even if they would be irritating at times

Btw, Zoro and Perona think you two act like an old married couple ❤

Only way this would be possible is if you are someone like Luffy

She might not understand exactly what marriage life means but she will do her best to make you happy

She is going to cook for you and feed you

She will bathe you and make sure you have the best clothes to wear

And she will order the best doctors to bring you back to your best health if you get sick

She is taking ✨amazing✨ care of you

The two of you are just living the life of luxury regardless of where you choose to live because you two are together and happy

You will not have kids (for a number of reasons that I will not get into because this is supposed to be a fun post)

Alright, I had no idea what to do for Moria so I asked @ask-the-night-crowl for these headcanons, thank you again Snugs

In a marriage, Moria would totally rely on his partner to fulfill all the duties he has/ should be responsible for. Granted, the other mysterious four already take over most of those, but someone has to keep them all in check.

His spouse better not be aversed by his crew, because for as much as he says he doesn't care about these idiots, he would also face death to protect them.

Unless him and his s/o have known eachother for a pretty long time, he'll try to keep them at an arm's length. Not necessarily because they don't have good enough of a connection, but the idea of loss is always on his mind.

He doesn't mind affection. In fact, he'll back-handedly seek it out by annoying his s/o until they give him attention if he so desires. He's pretty much like an oversized cat.

On the other hand, you'll also have to be prepared not to see him for days on end, because of his sleeping habits (Again, like a cat).

But in that time, cuddling with him is totally fine, because once that man is out, he sleeps like a rock.

His frequent nightmares might lead to the conclusion that comforting him would be the answer. But he hates the idea of being treated as weak as that and would much rather appreaciate the mere presence of his s/o when he wakes up next to them.

In contrast, he'll offer the same to his s/o when they feel down and would have an immediate (even petty) grudge against anyone harming them.

Staying in with him at a fireplace, drinking fancy wines and making fun of the other warlords would be his favorite way to spend time when he's awake for once.

If the spouse is good at cooking, you can bet they'll become his personal chef - after all, love goes through the stomach amirite.

If you're marrying Doffy, his family comes as a package deal, you can't have him without it, that being said, he expects you to get along with them (you can tolerate them instead but just don't let him notice)

Of course, he will expect you to take care of Baby 5, Buffalo, and Dellinger as if they were your children, he is open to making blood offsprings, but never put them before him

Doffy is your number 1 priority, whatever he says goes

But just because he's demanding doesn't mean he won't show you affection, in fact, most of his demands is just him wanting to give or receive affection

You are showed in gifts and luxury, he is the king of Dressrosa afterall, your word has every weight as his own since your are his queen

He is proud to show off his spouse, you are his most prized possession after all

However, you are more than just a trophy, after the loss of his dear mother and brother, he holds you close and tells you how dear you are to him every night

You are often woken up in the middle of the night due to his rustling from nightmares, just hold him to calm him down

Crocodile keeps you in the dark about his work, for all you know, he is a casino owner in Alabasta that keeps the people safe from pirates since he's a warlord

He takes you out for a stroll around in the evening, outside to admire the stars, or in the casino where your every need is met

He doesn't show affection in public but his gestures do show you belong to him and no one else

He keeps you company in bed at night until you fall asleep but when you wake up, he is not there, he's working as always

When see him next, he'll have a gift for you, an apology for not being able to always be around as he is a very busy man, but he'll make it up to you

I imagine it would be comfortable, like little cottage in nature kind of comfy

You both would wake up in the morning with a nice cup of tea

Your place would be clean and organized

You'd receive lots of comforting hugs and cuddles

Life would be peaceful

Until strawhat crew comes knocking on your door

Don't quite have any ideas for Kuma so... This is end, I hope you enjoy anon, and thank you for requesting

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #the seven warlords #doflamingo donquixote #sir crocodile x reader #sir crocodile #mihawk x reader #dracule mihawk #boa hancock #jinbei x reader #first son of the sea jinbe #gecko moria x reader #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #hawkeye mihawk #one piece warlords #gecko moria #doffy x reader #doffy #doflamingo #crocodile x reader #one piece crocodile #boa hancock x reader

[kabie-whump]

✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 7 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from ‘Liquid Smooth’ by Mitski

Series Description and Warnings

Masterlist, First, Previous

Chapter Summary: Onthyes and Ventis try to escape. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t go well.

Chapter Content: Branding!, flashbacks, character death (a character thinks another character is dead when they aren’t), intimate whumper, failed escape attempt, conditioned whumpee, it may get a little stockholm syndrome-ish at the end, passive bystanders, a few sexual references, domestic abuse vibes

Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

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“I’d hoped it would never come to this,” Athos growled as he threw Ventis to the floor.

Ventis struggled to his hands and knees, fingers digging into cool stone as he tried to crawl away from the raging man, but Athos quickly stopped him with a firm boot to his shoulder, pinning him face first to the ground.

They were in the kitchen in the servant’s quarters - a place Ventis had only seen a few times before tonight. He could hear the sound of doors opening and closing down the hall as their noise woke the sleeping servants; the sound of approaching footsteps and confused murmurs.

“Master Landleigh?” A woman’s voice came from somewhere behind them. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, perfectly. Just teaching my pet what happens when it tries to run away. Hand me that.”

Ventis managed to turn his head, his cheek pressed hard into the floor as he tried to get a glimpse of what Athos was asking for. A small crowd of servants had gathered, drawn to the drama that rarely visited them in their home turf. The girl Athos had been talking to moved to the still smoldering fireplace. “This, sir?” she asked, holding something up- oh gods.

Please say no.

“Yes, perfect. Give it to me.”

No no no no no.

Ventis struggled with newfound energy, grunting as he tried to extract himself from under Athos’s foot. He would have succeeded if Athos hadn’t called out to a footman, “You there, hold him down please.”

“No!” Ventis cried, still struggling unsuccessfully as Athos moved off of him and the footman quickly took his place, sitting on the back of his thighs and taking both of his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head while the other hand shoved his face into the ground when Ventis tried to look up at Athos.

“The thought of doing this has crossed my mind a few times,” Athos mused, examining the object in his hand. “It would be pretty, sure, but I was afraid it would be too traumatic for you. Such a delicate thing… I wasn’t sure if you could handle it and I loved you too much to find out. But you have never wronged me like this before.”

Athos had hurt Ventis before, but this was an entirely different monster. An iron rod, capped on one end by a thick handle and on the other by Athos’s personal crest. The baker used it to sear the symbol into fresh loaves of bread - a personal touch that Athos’s guests always commented on during meals. It was glowing red, the air around it taking on a slight haze.

“Please,” Ventis whimpered, shuddering as Athos pushed his shirt up to expose his back. “Please don’t.”

“Hush, pet. I’m trying to decide where to put it.”

“I’m sorry! I promise I won’t try to run again! Please!” Ventis had started to sob, tears pooling under his face and seeping into the thin layer of dirt and dust and flour on the floor.

“If you don’t shut up it’s going in your mouth.”

Ventis closed his mouth but he couldn’t make himself stop crying, his whole body shaking with the force of his sobs. Some of the servants had left, heading back towards their sleeping quarters with pale faces, while others stayed with looks of sick fascination.

When Athos finally made his choice and pressed the hot iron into Ventis’s skin the pain blinded him.

And then he was sitting with his knees to his chest, curled up in a little nook under a staircase where not many others could fit. It was where he went when he wanted to escape. If anyone knew where he was they didn’t come to find him, even though he knew it was time for his lessons and his absence would definitely be noticed since it was only him and his brother and sometimes the Princess when she wasn’t too busy to practice elvish with them.

Ventis knew no one would look for him. He knew the tutor would be glad to not have to deal with the problem child.

There was a mouse hole in the wall - tiny footprints left in the dust that had gathered since even the maids didn’t come here often. Father didn’t know about the mice but Ventis did, and he wasn’t planning on ever exposing their hiding place.

He used to have to squint at the pages of his book in that dark corner, but he’d learned a spell to summon a little blue light that perched on his fingertip as he traced it over the smooth paper, paragraph by paragraph.

He was supposed to be too young to read something so advanced but he didn’t care. If his brother had to be the best at everything else, Ventis could at least be the best at reading.

But it wasn’t reading that he loved so much. It was running away.

Ventis coughed harshly as voice broke on a scream. A horrible ache radiated out from the hot point on the back of his ribs on his left side. The pain came in waves, each one making his vision darken and a roaring sound build in his ears.

Athos must have pulled the hot iron away but he didn’t take the pain with it, and all Ventis could do was sob into the floor and wish he would just pass out already. The footman got off of him but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. And somehow even in this unbearable misery all he could think about was Onthyes.

“Get rid of him,” Athos had said. That could mean a lot of things. Or one thing.

Dead. Gone. No more pretty green eyes.

Ventis didn’t even care about him. Or, he had tried so hard not to care about him. But he'd been so charmingly naive that Ventis had had no choice but to buy into his delusional belief that he could ever be free from Athos.

It was never going to happen.

But Onthyes had seemed so sure.

--- Earlier that day, Onthyes’s POV ---

Onthyes had done nothing but plan ever since Ventis had admitted to him that he wanted to escape. He’d kept the idea in the back of his mind for so long, memorizing the patterns of the other guards and taking note of the more secluded escape routes.

Getting caught sneaking around with Ventis had complicated things a bit. Onthyes had been moved from the night shift to the day so Athos could keep a better eye on him, but Onthyes wasn’t going to let that stop him.

He rarely had any time to talk with Ventis anymore. Athos refused to leave the two alone together, so they had to wait until the night of one of his big parties to really talk. They’d made the plan behind a column, pressed close together to avoid being seen while Athos laughed drunkenly with his friends not far away.

Onthyes had asked Ventis why he suddenly changed his mind about wanting to escape.

“He can hurt me all he wants. I don’t mind it. I did this to myself. He doesn't get to hurt you though. That’s just not fair.”

Ontheys’s heart still hadn’t stopped fluttering.

They waited until the next party to enact their plan. Ventis played the part of the good little servant, ensuring that Athos’s glass was never empty and whispering things in the man’s ear that made him flush bright red and excuse himself, dragging Ventis along with him.

Onthyes tried not to think about what happened next, standing and watching over the party as Ventis did his best to tire his master out. When the genasi reappeared he was disheveled and bruised but looking pleased with himself as he announced to the party guests that Athos had overindulged and would not be rejoining them.

It was then that Onthyes mumbled something about using the bathroom and slipped out of the ballroom through a side door. A bag sat tucked behind a nearby statue, left by Ventis sometime between him going to the bedroom with Athos and coming back. Onthyes checked its contents: a few spare clothing items, a coin purse, and a locked wooden box that Onthyes knew contained a vial of nightspill. They’d gone back and forth over whether or not they should bring any, and Onthyes had eventually given in and agreed that it would be easier to get far away from here if Ventis wasn’t withdrawing. It was enough for a few days if they rationed it - enough time for them to make it to Onthyes’s friend’s house and then find transport out of the city.

Ventis’s hand landed on Onthyes’s elbow, making him jump. “Are you sure you want to become a fugitive for me?” he whispered.

“If it means you can get away from Athos and become your own person again? Absolutely.”

Ventis took Onthyes’s hand and they shared a silent, anxious smile before making their way down a hall and out into the night.

Their walk across the gardens was illuminated only by moonlight. Ventis trembled as they slipped out of a rusted, neglected gate, officially leaving Athos’s property, and Onthyes offered nothing but a simple squeeze of his hand, not wanting to risk speaking just yet.

Onthyes and Ventis were the only souls on the streets as they tried to put as much distance between them and the sounds of music and laughter from the manor as possible. Their hands were still clasped together, and Onthyes marveled at how comfortably they fit. It was just so natural.

“I can’t believe it,” Ventis whispered giddily into the night. “We’re out.”

Onthyes glanced down at him, their pace slowing to a stop in a little side street. They couldn’t hear the party anymore, and they had made it to a more secluded part of town.

Ventis’s eyes were shiny and full of life as he looked up at Onthyes. “Where do we go now?”

“A friend of mine lives not too far from here. We’ll stay with her for the night and then join a merchant’s caravan on their way out of the city at first light.”

“And then?” Ventis’s anxiety was audible this time, indicitave of a fear that can only come from spending years unable to make a single choice for himself. His life with Athos was awful, but at least it lacked uncertainty.

“Then? It’s up to you. We’ll go wherever you want, as long as it's far away from here. And I’ll be with you for as long as you want me.”

Onthyes lived for every rare genuine smile from Ventis. This one in particular could fuel him for eternity.

Then, Ventis threw his arms around Onthyes’s neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Onthyes had to bend over to accommodate it but he didn’t mind at all because the feeling was blissful. After a moment Ventis pulled away but he didn’t let go and their eyes met. Ontheys heard his breath stutter, watched his eyes search his face questioningly, and then felt him lean in.

Their lips had just barely brushed when there was a shout from down the street. “There they are!”

They jumped apart, suddenly on high alert, but it was too late. Guards, at least ten of them and all wearing Athos’s crest on their armor, closed in from each side, backing them against the wall of a brick building. Onthyes put himself between them and Ventis, drawing his sword.

“Stay back,” he growled. “No one touches him.”

The guards drew their weapons and advanced.

“Ventis, run,” Onthyes said firmly. “I’ll find you.”

The fight was quick but fierce. Onthyes managed to knock out some of the guards but he was out of practice and they had him surrounded. Someone managed to land a hit to his stomach that had him gasping and falling to his knees.

Then there was a sword to his throat and Ventis was pushed down next to him with a gasp.

“A valiant effort, boys.”

Athos emerged from the shadows, looking far more sober than he should’ve been considering how many drinks Ventis had given him.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t realize what you were doing, pet? You’ve always been obedient but I’ve never seen you so enthusiastic to serve me.” Athos stalked forward, grabbing Ventis by his hair to make him look up at him. “It's a shame, too. You’ve never performed that well in bed before. Maybe I should let you think you can get away from me more often.”

Onthys glanced at Ventis out of the corner of his eye, too afraid to turn his head with the blade at his throat. The genasi’s face had gone unnaturally blank, his eyes unseeing as he stared straight ahead.

“Leave him alone,” Onthyes barked.

Athos’s glare turned to Onthyes. “And you. I gave you so many chances to get your fucking act together, and you wasted them. All because you couldn’t help but pine after a stupid pet.”

“He’s not a pet!”

“Look at him.” Athos turned Ventis’s head so he faced Onthyes. “Not a thought behind those eyes. He only followed you here because you told him to. Isn’t that right, treasure?”

Ventis didn’t hesitate “Yes,” he whispered. “That’s right. I’m sorry, master. I got confused.”

Onthyes’s heart clenched. That wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. But Athos was right; there was some horrible vacancy behind Ventis’s eyes at that moment that suggested that he was nothing more than an object to be commanded. It hadn’t been there minutes before, when they were holding each other like nothing could ever get to them. Onthyes would give anything to go back to that moment.

“That's not true.” Onthyes shifted as he glared up at the man, causing the blade at his throat to press dangerously into his skin.

“Enough of your delusions, boy.” Athos pulled Ventis to his feet, holding him tightly by his wrist as he started to walk away. “No one steals from me and gets away with it.”

The sudden movement seemed to break something in Ventis. Onthyes saw him blink hard, shaking his head with a furrowed brow. “No,” he muttered, suddenly making an effort to pull out of Athos’s grip.

Athos struck him across the face without any preamble. He stumbled but stayed upright thanks to Athos’s firm grip on his arm.

Then the man turned to the guards who were still standing, his voice cold and detached as he said, “Get rid of him,” and gestured to Onthyes.

“Yes sir.”

“No!” Ventis shoved at Athos as the man started to drag him away, a couple of guards trailing after them. “Onthyes!”

“Ventis!” Onthyes watched helplessly as Athos took Ventis, disappearing into the night.

Multiple helmets turned to him, weapons still drawn. Onthyes closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

But it didn’t come.

When he opened his eyes there was no longer a sword at his throat. The guards who were still standing were picking up the others from the ground, checking them over for serious injuries. One turned and gave Onthyes a tight smile as she walked over to where he was still kneeling.

“You’ve been a good friend. Don’t come back,” she whispered.

Then she slammed the hilt of her sword into the back of Onthyes’s head, and everything went dark.

--- Later, Ventis’s POV ---

Ventis was left curled up on his side under the covers in his own bed, still shivering and hiccupping quietly as pain continued to radiate out from the brand on his back. He tried to think of some joke about how he spent twice as much time in Athos’s bed as he did in his own. There had to be something funny about it, right?

Athos entered not long after. He was carrying something, but Ventis didn’t bother to look at what it was. He didn’t care anymore. Athos was just going to do whatever he wanted to him anyways, so why should he bother?

The mattress sunk as Athos sat down behind Ventis. He drew the blankets down and lifted Ventis’s shirt, exposing the burn to cold air. Ventis whimpered.

“I’m sorry, treasure,” Athos sighed. “You know I hate having to hurt you. I just… I was so scared of the thought of losing you. Of you forgetting how much I love you.”

Ventis didn’t respond.

“My reaction may have been a little extreme. I see that now. Just… let me help you.”

A damp cloth landed on the burn, making Ventis jump and let out a pained squeak.

“Don’t be dramatic, darling. You’re going to be fine.”

Ventis forced himself to remain quiet as Athos finished cleaning and crudely bandaging the burn. When the man was finished he stood and made to leave.

“Stay.” Ventis said it before he even knew what he was saying.

Athos stopped, clearly just as surprised as Ventis was. “What was that?”

Ventis blinked back tears, finally looking at his master. “Please. Stay.”

“I’d be glad to.”

Athos blew out the candles before returning to Ventis’s bed, slipping under the covers. Ventis turned over, taking the familiar position under Athos’s arm, his head on his chest.

They laid there in silence for a while before Athos finally whispered into Ventis’s hair, “Tell me he didn’t mean anything to you, that he was just so big and strong and charming and your sweet little mind couldn’t resist him. Tell me that you still love me and not him.”

“No,” Ventis whispered back. “I can’t.”

Athos’s hand tightened on Ventis’s waist.

“I understand.”

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Hii I'm new here! I saw that your reqs are open and I was just reading some of you headcanons and they are great!!! I was wondering if you have headcanons for Morpheus cause I love Sandman hahaha if not than that's okay. Have a beautiful and lovely day😊

omg my beloved morpheus?? my love??? absolutely anon you don’t know how fast I typed this up

masterlist

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smells like old books and roses and a good nights sleep

his eyes are endlessly stunning

favorite color is dark green?? maybe. i’m not sure he has one

gives off wet cat vibes™

i bet he can appreciate a cloudy day

probs squints in the sun

VERY intimidating. wtf are you supposed to do when the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares comes knocking?

doesnt have a preference for music. he likes it all

favorite sibling is Death (obviously)

he probably smells like lavender too

secretly misses a simpler time

wishes that he could connect better with other people

a SUCKER for a good bubble bath

have a whole day dedicated to him and he’ll never forget it

also has really good memory? literally how

ideal evening is sitting in front of a fireplace on colder nights

pls sit with him

doesn’t know how to cook

can and will burn down the palace accidentally

does know how to ice skate actually

loves his ravens so so much (but he’ll never say so out loud)

such a creative person & loves any form of art

loves any form of dessert but especially loves chocolate

has an eye for color

sucker for architecture (have you SEEN his palace/castle thing??)

goes on walks in the Dreaming just for the hell of it

obnoxiously good at acting

knows how to dance - can and will sweep someone off their feet

doesnt look it but hes really strong

gets a kick out of a good murder mystery novel

loves any shiny (raven brain)

very picky with food but if its good that shit is GONE

this man is a sucker for strawberry shortcake

speaking of fruit

look me in the eyes and tell that this man is cis. you cannot.

im not trying to label an anthropomorphic entity here but its obvious ok

has huge garden with every flower you can think of (and many more that you can’t)

really trustworthy

reallyyyy stubborn too. watch out for that

likes coffee but doesn’t drink for the caffeine. hes strange like that

will make friendship bracelets with you

you just have to pull him by the ear

protective to the MAX

reminds me of a deep purple

these headcanons may or may not have gotten away from me so im gonna end it here

i love him so much

requests and asks are open!

(request here)

#the sandman #morpheus headcanons #lord morpheus #morpheus #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream the endless x reader #death of the endless #the sandman x reader #sandman x reader #sandman #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you

[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 9: The Fawn and the Wolf

Ao3 Masterlist

“She actually said yes,” Vassa asked suspiciously. “Of her own free will? With no coercion involved?”

“Or blackmail?” Tamlin threw in.

“Was there dueling involved?” Jurian asked, scratching his chin.

“Thanks for the ringing endorsement, guys,” Lucien said drily. “And it’s not even a date. It’s a…tutoring session. She made that very clear.” No matter that in his mind it was definitely a date, but his friends didn’t need to know that.

Vassa threw him another suspicious look from where she lounged on Jurian’s bed. “Right. And that’s why you’ve been messing with your hair for an hour.”

Lucien immediately let his hands drop. “It’s just unruly today,” he mumbled gruffly.

“Not to mention the fact that this ‘tutoring session’ is happening after hours,” Tamlin said with a suggestive wriggle of his eyebrows.

“We’re not supposed to get help from other students for the tournament,” Lucien replied defensively. “This way if we get caught we can just say we were doing rounds.”

“Right. Rounds of the Room of Requirements. With snacks,” Jurian taunted.

“Brainfood,” Lucien replied with a smirk. “It’s important to be energized when trying to produce a patronus.”

Both Jurian and Tamlin let out barks of laughter that sounded more like their animagus than human. Vassa fixed him with another glare and pointed a menacing finger at him. “If I hear you were anything less than a perfect gentleman, I swear to god…”

“Yes, yes, you’ll cut off my dick, got it. Thanks, mom!”

His friends’ snickers echoed behind him as he hurried down the stairs and through the portrait hole. It was late, the hallways almost deserted save for a few lonely ghosts floating in and out of the stone walls.

When Lucien reached the seventh floor he came to a stop in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching ballet to trolls. The trolls in tutus paused in their uncoordinated spinning to growl at him, brandishing their clubs menacingly.

Lucien took a deep breath to try and calm his racing nerves that had nothing to do with the growling trolls. He cared about astrology even less than he did about divination, but in that moment he sent up a silent thanks to whatever lucky stars had been on his side to make Elain say yes. He’d asked her out so many times he had almost lost hope that she’d say yes.

Not a date, he reminded himself. Just a study session.

He started pacing back and forth in front of the blank expanse of wall facing the tapestry, focusing on the exact room he needed. Elain had suggested they meet in an empty classroom, but Lucien hadn’t been able to resist showing off a little. He and Tamlin had discovered the Room of Requirements during their second year while running away from Filch, and since then it had come in handy countless times.

That he has hooked up with multiple girls in this room was not something Elain needed to know. Besides, it wasn’t like it would be the same room, just the same location.

After his third pass across the wall a door materialized out of thin air, and Lucien entered the room eagerly. The room had materialized as a large, high ceilinged space, made cozy by a roaring fire in a corner and shaggy rugs covering the stone floor. Candles hung in midair, their flickering light giving the space an almost (dare he think it?) romantic vibe. If someone had asked him to describe a room for a date-not-date with enough space to practice the patronus charm, this would have been it.

Lucien set his armful of baked goods on a side table next to the fireplace. The kitchen elves had been beside themselves with excitement when he had asked them to prepare him snacks, blushing and bowing at his effusive thanks. They could not have been more different than the elves who worked for his parents, all of them glum, ancient things who muttered under their breath whenever he so much as dared to ask them for something.

There was a polite knock on the door, and Lucien wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. Shit, what was wrong with him?

The door cracked open and Elain poked her head inside, her eyes going wide when she took in the space.

“Hey,” Lucien greeted her, forcing himself to relax. His stomach was doing somersaults just at the sight of her. He was so nervous that he wouldn’t have been surprised if she could hear his heart pound in his chest. “You found the room ok?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he wanted to kick himself. Obviously she’d found it ok, she was here, wasn’t she?

“What is this room?” Elain asked, looking around curiously. “I’ve walked by this tapestry before, I never noticed a door…”

Lucien grinned. “It’s called the Room of Requirements. It appears differently every time, depending on what you need it to be. Not many people know about it.”

Elain raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I don’t remember reading about it in Hogwarts: A History.”

“It’s not in the history books. Wouldn’t be much of a secret if it was.”

“How did you find it?” she asked suspiciously.

“Tam and I found it one day when we ahh…needed a place to take cover.”

Elain looked from the flickering candles above them to the roaring fireplace before noticing the little table piled with baked goods. She fixed Lucien with a pointed look and raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked, schooling his features into the portrait of innocence. “I’m just making sure you don’t go hungry. It takes a lot of strength to conjure a full patronus…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Elain rolled her eyes at him and ducked her head, but not before Lucien spotted a little smile quirking her lips.

“So um…should we get started?”

“Sure!” Elain said quickly. Was it his imagination, or did she sound slightly breathless?

They looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. “Right!” Lucien declared, trying to sound more confident than he felt. In truth he had been so elated at the prospect of an almost-date with Elain that he hadn’t fully planned out the tutoring part. In retrospect perhaps he should have asked Vassa about that.

He cleared his throat and came to stand beside her, facing the open, cavernous space. “Show me what you got, then!”

“Right…” Elain took out her wand and took a deep breath. She had ditched her school robes in favour of leggings and an oversized cream sweater, her face devoid of makeup as always. He couldn’t help but notice that her glasses were once again missing.

“How come you stopped wearing your glasses?” he blurted.

Elain paused with her wand halfway raised. “I’m not going to be able to concentrate if you keep running your mouth.” She was frowning at him but the blush staining her cheeks pink betrayed her.

“Sorry, sorry!” Lucien raised his palms apologetically but couldn’t stop himself from smirking slightly.

Elain took another deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was nervous. He didn’t even need his heightened wolf senses to see it. Something about that put him at ease.

“Relax,” he said gently. “I promise there won’t be a pop quiz later.”

She loosed a laugh, some of the tension easing from her shoulders. “Right. Here goes nothing. Just…don’t make fun of me, ok?”

Lucien clapped a hand to his heart in mock horror. “It wounds me that you would even consider…”

“Ok, ok. EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

A plume of silvery smoke shot out from the tip of her wand. It swirled around the room in a wide arc before drifting off towards the ceiling and dissolving into thin air.

“See? Pathetic…”

“Hardly,” Lucien said fiercely. “That’s more than some fully qualified witches and wizards are able to do.”

“Show me yours, then.”

Lucien snickered and opened his mouth to retort when Vassa’s stern voice echoed in his mind. Right. He was meant to behave.

“You got it.”

He took out his own wand and pictured his friends in his mind. Three grinning faces, shifting in unison into a wolf, a mountain lion, and an eagle. The mountain lion running for his life as the eagle swooped at him, her beak snapping menacingly. Ten-year old Tamlin bravely cracking jokes about pirates in his hospital room at St Mungo’s. A large hound, swift as a shadow, shifting into his smirking brother.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

His voice echoed around the room as his patronus shot out from his wand. The fawn raced around the perimeter of the space, leaving a trail of blinding light behind it. When it had decided no threat was present it trotted back to Lucien, head held high.

“A fawn,” Elain said with a smile. “How sweet.”

The fawn dipped its head towards her as if in a bow, and then dispersed into mist.

“That’s…really impressive,” she added, almost reluctantly.

“Try again,” Lucien urged. “It’s like you said the other day. If I can do it there's no reason you can’t also.” Perhaps it was the subtle reminder about the tournament, but something in her gaze went steely.

Twenty minutes and as many attempts later, however, the most Elain had conjured up was a larger mass of white light.

“I think I saw a leg on that one,” Lucien said encouragingly.

Elain shot him a look before dropping onto one of the floor pillows with a huff. “I give up,” she declared. “I can’t do it.”

“Maybe you’re not thinking of something powerful enough.”

Elain’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“I mean, clearly you’re capable of conjuring a patronus,” Lucien continued. “Even a non-corporeal patronus is extremely advanced magic. Maybe you just need to…mean it more.”

“Maybe it would help if there were dementors swarming the castle,” Elain replied with a forced laugh. She was trying to seem unbothered but Lucien could see the defeat in her eyes.

He didn’t know why he cared so much, only that he hated to see her so unsure of herself.

“What do you think about?” he prompted, dropping onto a cushion next to her. “When you’re trying to cast the spell?”

Elain fiddled with the cuffs of her sweater, not meeting his gaze. “That’s very personal, you know.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to help…”

Elain bit her lip before loosening a breath. “My family,” she said in a small voice. “How things were, before my mother died, and…everything else happened.”

Something tightened around Lucien’s heart like a vice at the pain now filling her eyes.

“We had the most beautiful gardens at our house in Little Whinging,” she continued. “I used to spend all day outside, from sunrise to sundown. My parents used to think it was the landscapers, but…”

“But it was all you.”

Lucien desperately wanted to reach for her hand but somehow restrained himself. A heavy silence fell around them, interrupted only by the crackling fire in the hearth.

“Is it possible that maybe that doesn’t just bring you joy, but pain, too?” Lucien asked quietly. “You have to think of something that’s pure joy and hope, something that’s not tinged by melancholy or regret.”

“What do you think about, then?” Elain asked, a touch defensively.

My friends, and the fact that they became illegal animagi for me. And my brother, who stands by me and faces the consequences from our father because of it.

“Flying,” he lied smoothly. “I think about how it feels to fly, with the wind rushing by and the city stretching out underneath me. I think about how freeing that is, and how nothing is wrong in those moment.” It wasn’t entirely a lie but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

Elain fell quiet, her gaze unfocused as she seemed to drift off into her own memories.

“You really shouldn’t feel bad,” Lucien said somewhat awkwardly, at a loss for what else to say. “A full corporeal patronus is even past N.E.W.T level. I only know because Eris taught me.”

Lucien could remember vividly the day he’d seen a dementor for the first time. He’d gone into the Ministry with his mum during the summer after his third year at Hogwarts. As soon as they had stepped out of the emerald green flames of the Floo Network and into the vast lobby, he had felt it. That cold- unnatural and eerie, like the world had gone dark and nothing would ever be right again. The usually bustling lobby had been deathly quiet, and a chill had gone down Lucien’s spine. And then they had floated past, accompanied by an uncomfortable-looking ministry worker. Tall, hooded, and lifeless, leaving a trail of despair behind them as if it were a physical thing.

One of the dementors had turned to Lucien and he could have sworn that it drifted a little towards him before getting herded back in line by the ministry worker. As if it had scented what Lucien was even from across the lobby.

“Let me try again,” Elain said suddenly, jumping to her feet. She rolled her sleeves up and planted her feet as if she was facing an opponent and not an empty room.

“That’s my girl!”

Elain turned to glare at him. “That’s…just an expression…” Lucien added with a grin.

But what he wouldn’t do for it to be true, especially when she glared at him like that.

She held his gaze for a beat longer, and something about the way she was looking at him made his heart speed up. A little smile bloomed on her lips, and then she whirled around and threw her arm out.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

A mass of silvery light erupted from her wand, at first nothing more than a cloud of blinding white, and then- legs, a snout, a strong, powerful back. The creature ran around the room, as Lucien’s fawn had, trailing blinding light in its wake.

“You did it!”

Elain broke out into incredulous laughter, her big brown eyes reflecting the white light of her patronus. “A wolf! That’s not what I expected!”

Lucien looked at the animal again, and his stomach lurched. A wolf yes, but- taller, leaner, with longer limbs than the average wolf. Not a wolf, exactly, but more like a…

“It almost looks like the Grim!” Elain exclaimed in sudden horror.

Lucien forced himself to laugh, even though his heart was now beating a staccato rhythm in his chest. “Now you sound like Professor Suriel. Although that would be a pretty badass patronus.”

The patronus slinked up to Elain on silent feet and raised its snout in a silent howl. “I like him!” she declared. “Whatever he is.”

What he was was definitely, without a doubt, a werewolf, but Lucien would not be the one to tell her that. He wouldn’t even let himself consider the significance of Elain’s patronus manifesting itself as a werewolf, of all things…

“You should call him Moony.” As soon as the joke slipped past his lips Lucien cringed.

Elain whirled towards him, her sweet-scented curls almost whipping him in the face. “You think my patronus is a werewolf?”

Shit. Shit, shit shit.

“No! I just meant, um, you know. Wolves howl at the moon, and all that…” It sounded lame to his own ears.

They both turned back to the creature that still hovered around Elain, its sharp eyes scanning the high ceiling. “Definitely just a big wolf. Who knew that would be the animal you would have the most affinity with. I would have thought it’d be a kitten.”

Elain rolled her eyes at him. “I wouldn’t have thought yours would be a baby deer,” she taunted back. Her patronus drifted off into mist, and Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ahh, well. I told you if you’d agree to go out with me you’d find out if I was a good guy or not. Now you know I’m as innocent as a baby deer.”

“I somehow still doubt that.” She rolled her eyes again, even as a faint blush crept up her cheeks.

“What did you think about?” he blurted. He needed to know what had prompted her patronus to manifest itself in that form.

Her blush deepened as she looked up at him. She bit her lip, hesitating, and Lucien had to restrain himself from grabbing her face and kissing her right then and there.

“I was thinking about when you took me flying on your bike,” she admitted. Her blush had intensified to a delicious rosy tint that rose all the way to her hairline.

“Is that so?” he asked a little hoarsely. He took a small step towards her, half expecting her to step away from him, but she only tilted her head back to hold his gaze.

“Yes,” she whispered. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed thickly. If he pressed a hand to her heart would he feel it beating as rapidly as his own?

“Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

“Maybe.”

Lucien reached for a strand of her golden brown curls, letting it run through his fingers like silk.

“Can I tell you something?”

His hand drifted to the back of her neck, fingers tangling into her thick curls. She nodded, chest heaving from her quickening breaths.

He leaned down until their faces were inches apart. “I want to kiss you so badly.”

Elain’s breath hitched, but still she didn’t step back. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and Lucien nearly whined at the sight.

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I’ve been desperate to kiss you since the moment we met.”

Another sharp inhale. Lucien was used to saying things like this to girls, but for once he actually meant every word.

“Can I ask you something?” Elain asked, slightly breathlessly.

“Yes.”

“Why me?”

Lucien blinked in surprise, lifting his head slightly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, but filled with enough uncertainty that Lucien hated himself for every shitty thing he’d ever done to earn his reputation.

“You could have any girl,” she continued. “Why me? Is it because I keep saying I’m not interested?”

“Is that what you think? That this is some kind of game for me?”

But why wouldn’t that be what she thought?

“I don’t know,” she murmured, lowering her gaze.

“Look at me.”

When she kept her eyes aimed at the ground he pressed a finger to her chin to tilt her face up. “I thought you were supposed to be the smart one here.”

Her eyes glittered as a little smile bloomed on her lips. “I am the smart one here.”

“Then tell me something. If I kiss you right now are you going to slap me?”

Elain loosed a laugh, her breath tickling his lips. “I thought you liked it when I slap you.”

“Maybe I do…” he murmured.

He leaned down further, one hand still cradling the back of her neck, the other lifting to cup her cheek. Elain’s eyes fluttered closed and any lingering doubt instantly dissolved.

Thank god, or thank you Mars, or Venus, or whatever combination of planets and stars was currently in orbit…

Lucien pressed his lips to hers in the softest of kisses- more of a brush of lips than an actual kiss. Elain sighed against his lips, her hands snaking up to rest against his chest, and he had to resist the urge to pull her back down to the floor cushion and kiss her senseless. That was fine for some girl whose name he could barely remember, but not for Elain.

He pulled back for a split second, gauging her reaction, and when he kissed her again it was still gentle, but firm and deliberate. Her lips tasted the way she smelled- sweet and fresh, like candy dissolving on his tongue.

He was just deciding that this is how he wanted to die when Elain gasped and stumbled back, pushing against his chest. Her eyes were wide with alarm, her cheeks still flushed a rosy pink. She lifted her fingertips to her lips, frowning at him.

“Sorry,” Lucien blurted automatically. “I’m sorry, I…” Had he read the moment wrong? He was sure he hadn’t, but…

Elain shook her head, her breathing slightly ragged. “No, it’s not you, it’s…” She dropped her fingers from her lips and frowned, her vision going slightly unfocused as she continued to look at him with a mix of wariness and alarm.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Clearly you did, you absolute git…

“No!” she again, though the way she kept looking at him indicated otherwise.

“I’m sorry, I thought…”

“It’s not you, I just…” Elain gulped, now looking anywhere but at him. “I think all the patronus charms gave me a migraine…” She winced as she said it, as if it sounded false to her own ears.

“Oh,” he murmured lamely. “Are you sure?”

Elain nodded fervently and walked over to the little table by the fireplace where a pitcher of water had suddenly appeared. She poured herself a glass with shaky hands and drained it.

Maybe she simply was feeling unwell, he told himself desperately. She did look a little pale.

Or maybe she changed her mind because you’re an ass.

“It’s late,” she said without looking at him. “We should probably go to bed…”

“Right,” Lucien replied, swallowing his disappointment. “You should go to Madam Madja tomorrow if you still have a migraine. She brews a pretty potent pain tonic.”

Elain’s eyes snapped back towards him sharply, her gaze filled with a wild mix of emotion he couldn’t read. “Sure,” she said slowly. “I will…”

They walked out of the Room of Requirements in taunt silence, pausing at the stairs where Elain would walk down to the Hufflepuff common room and Lucien could go up to Gryffindor tower.

“Um..”

“Look…”

They both laughed nervously. “Thank you for helping me,” Elain cut in before he could say anything. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was no trouble, really.”

“And, um…” She shuffled on her feet awkwardly. “I’m really sorry about…about reacting like that, it’s just, these migraines come on really suddenly sometimes.” “Sure, no, of course. You don’t need to apologize.”

She looked at him pleadingly, and was it his imagination, or was that what looked like regret in her eyes? Most likely it was his imagination, but, then again- she could have brushed him off, couldn’t she? Why bother to come up with an excuse at all?

“Goodnight, Lucien.”

“Sweet dreams, Archie.”

Elain smiled at that before disappearing down the stairs on silent feet, leaving him to ponder how it had all gone from so right to so wrong.

—

Elain did not, in fact, have sweet dreams. When she returned to her dormitory she was immediately accosted by her friends, and it was only after feigning a migraine and promising to give them the scoop in the morning that she was allowed to draw the curtains around her four-poster bed.

She didn’t even bother to change into pajamas before flopping to the bed on her back and staring at the canopy above. There was no way she would sleep tonight. Not after what had happened, and certainly not after what she had seen.

Guilt roiled in her stomach as she remembered the look on Lucien’s face as she pushed him away. He’d looked so wrecked with guilt and confusion that she suddenly felt tears burn behind her eyes.

He’d been so sweet, so gentle- no trace of the cocky, arrogant clown who got himself into trouble every other week. Just Lucien, and his warm hands on her face, and his lips pressed to hers in a kiss that had at once been chaste but had also managed to light her on fire.

Could she have imagined it? Was it simply her mind playing tricks on her after the energy spent working on her patronus, and the dizzying, giddy feeling of kissing Lucien? She’d never had a proper vision while she was awake before, after all. It had only ever come to her while she was sleeping.

She shut her eyes, telling herself she was just tired and that maybe she did have a migraine, after all. Migraines sometimes gave people hallucinations, didn’t they?

But sleep wouldn’t come, and neither did dreams.

All she could see was the giant, muscular beast, silhouetted against the full moon.

The whomping willow thrashed behind it, as if inviting it for a fight, but the animal’s eyes were firmly locked on her, its jaws open in a snarl. The moonlight illuminated its nightmarish face, reflecting off its eyes with a curiously golden glow.

Four legs, a long snout, powerful muscles poised to attack. Something that looked eerily like her patronus. A wolf, but not quite.

Not the Grim, either, but something she had only ever seen in textbooks.

#elucien #elucien fanfic #acotar fanfic #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

[liyacreate]

hey there! can i request the demon boys (if all of them r too much, just lucifer, satan, beel/belphie, barb n dia are fine!!) with a cat-like Bem? they're constantly sleepy, have fluffy, soft hair, always wear comfy (yet stylish) clothes, are pretty apathetic/submissive and love physical touch? thank u in advance if u do my req!

I apologize if I did this wrong but I don't know what Bem is so I'm just going to assume you meant MC. I'm really sorry if it's not! I'll also apologize for taking so long because I only now finished all my requirements for school.. Also I really had fun with this prompt!

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Lucifer

He's honestly more of a dog person but even so he still adores you. He isn't a big fan of PDA but he will absolutely love it if the two of you are alone. He won't admit it, but he loves how fluffy your hair is. You may or may not realize he pats your head a lot because of this. He also won't mind it if you end up sleeping while with him. He actually finds your sleeping form adorable and his pride flares up knowing you trust him enough to relax that much around him.

Satan

Absolutely adores you. He's the cat man after all. He might actually ask you to wear cat ears once the two of you are much closer friends. He loves mindlessly playing with your hair while he's reading a book. You're both sitting in comfortable silence in his room. You know he's damn good at head scratches, so much so that you often find yourself dozing off. It sort of becomes a usual hangout. One that Satan looks forward to all the time.

Beelzebub

Beel loves it when you sit on his lap. It's always a nice experience for him to be close with you. It also means he can hug you from behind. He loves how your hair and clothes feel. He absolutely won't mind if you end up sleeping while in that position. If anything it warms his heart.

Belphegore

You're professional nap buddy. The two of you end up sleeping most of the time since even if you try to get up, if ever you do, he'll pull you right back in for another nap. He loves pressing himself against you when you cuddle just cause of how soft and fluffy you feel.

Barbatos

You give this man the small moments of rest he needs. He can always relax when he's with you. Maybe it's because of your personality or maybe it's just the soft vibes you give off. Either way he tends to be a lot more at ease. I headcanon that Barb also likes cats (mostly cause they take care of rats) but he'll love how you remind him of cats. So much so that he wishes to pet your head but he'll stay professional and refrain from doing so unless you want him to or give him permission.

Diavolo

Diavolo likes to invite you to the castle a lot. It's the days you're there that he's allowed to take a break from his duties. Not to mention it's usually lazy days where you and he can just sit on his couch by the fireplaces and talk about whatever topic you both end up on. Each time you come by, Diavolo will not fail to pat your head if you allow him to. It's just so soft and he just has to. He'll also end up loving the clothes you wear so he orders clothes to match yours. Now you can be cozy together!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #beelzebub obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #lucifer obey me #obey me belphie #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me brothers #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me headcanon #shall we date lucifer #shall we date beelzebub #shall we date #shall we date satan #shall we date diavolo #shall we date barbatos #shall we date belphie #shall we date belphegor #shall we date otome

[havendance]

The Prince Who Runs Through the Night

AO3

Fandom: Batman

Wordcount: 2509

Summary:

The figure that stepped out of the shadows and into the flickering light from the fireplace was Talia, holding something in her arms.

“Why are you here?” Helena asked. She didn't need any more pity, any more people pretending they knew how she felt, that they could understand her grief. She had lost her son. Nothing anyone could do was going to make it better.

“I need your help, beloved.”

Helena Bertinelli & Talia al Guhl in a Helena Bertinelli - Bruce Wayne roleswap AU.

Written for the Helena Bruce roleswap au. Happy Valentines day I guess. (Title picked solely on vibes and not the content of the episode I stole it from)

(See I can actually write fic about stuff other than No Man's Land...)

Excerpt:

There was someone else in the manor. Helena was aware enough to register the fact, but couldn't bring herself to care about who it was or what they wanted. She doubted it was Dick, not after the argument they'd had. It wasn't any of the staff, not at this hour night. Maybe it was a burglar. Maybe they'd come in and kill her. But then she'd be with Jason, so did it really matter?

The figure that stepped out of the shadows and into the flickering light from the fireplace was none of those. Instead it was Talia, holding something in her arms.

Helena went back to staring at the fire. “Why are you here?” She didn't need any more pity, any more people pretending they knew how she felt, that they could understand her grief. She had lost her son. Nothing anyone could do was going to make it better.

“I need your help, beloved.”

“I don't know why you'd want it.”

A sigh. Footsteps drew closer. Helena still didn't look up. “You are the best suited for this.”

“I'll only let you down!” Helena snapped, finally looking up.

The bundle in Talia's arms began to cry.

“Hush, hush my dear.” Helena could only stare as Talia began to rock the baby in her arms. “Your mother's here.”

“You have a baby.”

“Yes.”

“He's yours?”

She nodded.

“Who's the father?”

Talia pursed her lips. “He's not important.”

Helena's brain was starting to turn for the first time in what felt like ages. “Did he—”

“Beloved.” Talia cut her off. “It is none of your concern.” She took a deep breath and then there was a baby being placed in Helena's arms. She found herself shifting automatically, muscle memory taking over as she adjusted her grip.

“Talia, I—”

“Listen,” Talia said, voice low but in a tone that broke no argument. “You know as well as I what the league is like. I can not raise him.” Then, softer. “He's your son now.”

Helena found herself looking down, staring at the sleeping face of the boy she was holding. He was so small, his features so delicate. He was so breakable. She was going to break him. “Talia, I can't.”

“You are the only one I can trust with this.”

“Jason is dead because of me,” Helena said. “I got my son killed and you trust me with yours?” She knew her voice sounded desperate. She felt desperate, everything spinning out of control.

“If you let anything happen to him, I will destroy you.” She leaned down, her hand stroking at the few strands of wispy hair on his head. “But there are few others who can hold their own against father as you do.” Then she straightened up, looking Helena dead in the eye. “Beloved, if you hold dear the love we share, you will do this for me. You will give him the life he deserves.”

Helena breathed out. She felt... tired, not much of anything. A baby meant a lot of things. It meant so much that she would need to worry about later. She'd need to come up with a story, a reason that she had an infant out of nowhere. She knew that she had to say yes. “What's his name?”

“Damian. You'll do it then?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” Talia bent down, kissing first Damian on his forehead, then standing up and kissing Helena on her cheek. “I am in your debt.”

Helena nodded, unable to say anything while looking down at the baby in her arms. At her son and, God, she wasn't ready to be a mother again. She didn't think she'd ever be ready to be a mother again except now she had to be.

Talia left at some point, retreating back into the shadows, back to the league, leaving Helena alone with Damian, still trying to grapple with the way her life had changed. She needed to call her housekeeper, to ask her to get formula and diapers and all the things that babies needed that she didn't have. She needed to start forging documents and laying the groundwork for whatever story she was going to tell. None of that felt achievable just now though, Damian weighing her down far more than his slight weight should be able to. Just a little longer. She'd stay sitting just a little longer.

#helena bertinelli #talia al ghul #damian wayne #helena bruce roleswap au #the cooler gotham antihero #havendance writes #my fic #this was not written for valentine's day in particular but i finished typing it up and was impatient #i am obsessed with the dynamic i came up with between helena and talia in this au #carthago delenda est #dc #bats + birds + affiliated #dick grayson #last of the flying graysons

[mel-0n-earth]

random OC ask: what would your OC's ideal home be like? this can be as specific as inspirational pictures, or as general as the vibes they would like it to give off.

Sorry this took me a few days to answer! I was trying to decide which of my OCs I wanted to respond for. At the moment, I’m working on a half-drow shadow monk character named Kai for a Kar’niss x Tav fic I’m brainstorming right now. So, I’ll answer for them.

Kai hasn’t really experienced the full concept of “home” before. Neither of their parents ever seemed to fully accept their “half-breed” child. Both eschewed the prospect of a child that looked nothing like them, as if it wasn’t either of their faults such a thing came to pass. Where their drow mother abandoned them after birth out of shame, their human father spent the rest of their life loathing his child.

Even after their father abandoned them entirely at the tender age of 13, many of the other urchins of the Gate teased them for their strange half-drow appearance—calling them “chimera,” an insult denoting them as a monstrous hybrid. The name stuck so fast, they eventually shortened “chimera” to “Kai.” By time they reached adulthood, they couldn’t even remember their birth name. What did it matter? They were just the chimera, a beast to be slain or driven out.

So, for Kai, home (if such a thing was even possible for them) would mean somewhere that they felt wanted, like more than a burden or a target. Maybe even loved.

Additionally, Kai grew up with the notion that nowhere was entirely safe. They never felt welcome in their childhood “home,” and after father left, the streets were even less kind.

They never dwelled in one place for long, sleeping in whatever cheap hostels or dry alleyways they could find. Even when they managed to scrounge up enough coin to buy a room for the night, their lodging was usually in a seedy part of town, and involved shared quarters or doors and windows that didn’t lock properly. They never dared sleep more than a few hours at a time, and always with a knife under their pillow.

So, Kai’s idea of home would also be anywhere that they could truly relax without having to sleep with a knife or constantly look over their shoulder. It could be nothing but four walls and a door that locked for all they care. For once, they just want to feel safe.

In terms of general aesthetics, Kai would want a space that is clean, but would like to see it filled with knickknacks and comfortable furniture—luxuries they’d never been able to afford living on the streets. They would also keep their pantry stocked with plenty of food at all times (perhaps to excess) so they’d never need to worry about going hungry again. Finally, they would like to have a good fireplace or wood stove so they’d never have to feel cold, and they’d likely keep a cat or a dog as a pet to snuggle with at night, and to give them that additional sense of security.

Thanks for sending this ask in! It was a great opportunity to develop this character a little more!

[stormblessed95]

Jikook feels like a toasted marshmallow on a lonely night, they remind me of the warmth of glowing fireplaces in cold winters. Of kisses, tasting like strawberry chapsticks. Something I can giggle to just out of the blue, in the middle of the street.

Yoonmin reminds me of a long-lost love letter that I had forgotten, I had hidden under my mattress. It rings like the sound of the sea, in the middle of my city apartment. They feel like that old, worn T-shirt, downy soft from years of washes that I still wear to sleep after a stressful day.

Sorry for being so emo in your ask box, but I just wanted to say I love both Jikook and Yoonmin (but truthfully, the latter just a lil bit extra!)

I'm sobbing?? This is beautiful and I honestly relate! Do you write poems? You should! It also gives off song vibes. Your jikook description gives me the same vibes as Sangria (don't come at me for listening to country music yall!)

And Yoonmin gives me Cardigan vibes:

If you want to come back and either describe more duos, or whatever. Feel free. 😭😭

#jikook sangria #yoonmin cardigan #poet anon

[erstwhilesparrow]

double life playlist

a list of songs, for your perusal and enjoyment :]

I Know by Motherfolk -- Team Rancher, but only for the lines I know that I don't know you that well / But I know I've been missing you like hell. they get along! it works for them! they don't know each other.

Plenty by aeseaes -- breaking the fourth wall for tragedy and horror. characters trapped inside a story of their own making. (Show the crowd you're happy, like a movie, like a movie / What's your story, what's the refund policy? / We want violence, we want blood)

Becoming My Own Home by The Collection -- i am not immune to being sad thinking about Team Rancher post-canon. (Well, your absence sets in with the early frost / And the things that I've loved are the things I have lost / The wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats / [...] / The birds are already leaving / I guess you got swept in their migration / And now every nest I come across looks abandoned / Pacing every inch of this room / Looking for one spot without memories of you)

Salt Lake City by Motherfolk -- Team Rancher, and also the feeling of wishing your soulbound partner had someone else so you wouldn't have to be the one to fail them. knowing it's impossible anyway, since they'll die when you do. (I hope your organs fail you before I do / I hope your lungs run out of air before your dreams run out of truth / I hope your heart explodes before you watch me turn human)

Chance by The National Parks -- for the inevitable, all-consuming tragedy of a death game: Lately I've been losing sleep / The bright lights led me to the deep / If only this was just a game it wouldn't be so hard to walk away. for Team Rancher: Well I roll the dice and I hold my breath / I'll give you all that I have left. for Boat Boys: Well you've got me in this trance and I need your hand to win / If I have to leave this up to chance / You're a gamble and I'm all in

Grenadine by Oliver Hazard -- Boat Boys. (Hold my breath for the next of kin / Douse my hands in kerosene / Troubled loss at the monument / Oh, I can't stand with the rest of them)

Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos -- in case you want to get sentimental about the necessary brevity of a positive relationship formed during a death game. (Oh, don't leave me here alone / Don't tell me that we've grown / For having loved a little while / Oh, I don't wanna be alone / I wanna find a home / And I wanna share it with you)

Already Gone by Wild Rivers -- Divorce Quartet, but also, more generally, the feeling of things going wrong and the quiet of the ruined bases left behind as pairs die off in the later sessions. (I think nothing beautiful comes without a fight / Of course, there's no exception in us / I've come to love revolving doors and things that tend to shine / But you never really cared for that much)

Thunder by Penny and Sparrow -- Pearl. or maybe Bigb. (My heart's like a fireplace in summer / It's useless and only here for show / I don't know what it is I'm after / I just hope I find it when I go)

Stella by Cereus Bright -- Cleo + Scott. (I don't need anybody, I'm fine here on my own / But if I needed somebody, it'd be you I'd call my own / [...] / I know you've danced a hundred songs, but stay with me one more)

Real Good Feeling by Oh The Larceny -- murder! chaos! fire! (Boat Boys!) (This place is jumping off, hot as it can get / No we won't ever stop dancing on the edge / We like it dangerous, we like to see you sweat / Turn up a another notch you aint seen nothing yet)

Grapevine Fires by Death Cab for Cutie -- everything burns! it was always going to happen! we all saw this coming and knew it was impossible to stop, so let's enjoy the flames while we're here. (A wake up call to a rented room / Sounded like an alarm of impending doom / To warn us it's only a matter of time / Before we all burn)

Sleeping on the Blacktop by Colter Wall -- Pearl, in some ways that are mostly vibes, and in other ways, the uncanny feeling that you know these people, that you've done all this before, that your roles and lines have gotten scrambled somewhere along the way. (Hey darlin' / Sleeping on the blacktop / Hey darlin' / Running through the trees, honey / [...] / I swear I've seen ya face elsewhere before / Just as familiar as a bottle and a glass)

others that would be cheating to include here because the fanworks for them already exist but that are on my playlist: Check It Out by Oh The Larceny (which also. isn't double life to begin with.), Rain in Soho by The Mountain Goats, As Many Candles As Possible by The Mountain Goats

#sparrowsong #double life

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Warmth

Pairing: Alpha Beefy Bucky x Female Mutant Reader

Summary: Being paired off with Bucky Barnes on a mission was hard enough. Hell, the two of you being a part of Hydra a long time ago was already hard enough. But when the two of you are forced to seek shelter in an Avengers safehouse, it gets even worse.

Because there's only one freaking bed.

Will you survive the night with the grumpy Alpha by your side? Or will you rip your hair out?

Who knows. The nights are unpredictable.

What you do know is, is that Bucky Barnes is too fucking hot for his damn good.

Maybe you just might pull your hair out.

Warnings: Heavy A/B/O dynamics. Mentions of past torture from Hydra for both Bucky and the Reader. This Bucky is sort of a mix between CW!Bucky, (hence the beefy!Bucky), but also TFATWS!Bucky bc I love grumpy old man, sassy Bucky. Some angst/hurt/comfort, because I'm a hoe for angst. No heats/ruts in this lil fic, just good ole rough smut. Some biting and some mild blood too. This sex would be considered unprotected irl, but in the a/b/o verse, I don't think you'd need protection??? Who knows. Italics are for when Bucky and the Reader are talking in Russian. The Reader also has a nightmare, which ties back in with the whole mention of past torture from Hydra. If I missed any other warnings in this, let me know and I'll make sure to add them!

Additional Notes: This was written for @agentofbarnes's writing challenge! Congrats on 7k, Zee! I'm sorry this took so long. I started writing this in July, and let it marinate for far too long. But it's here now. I hope you enjoy!

All writing mistakes in this fic are mine, as usual.

Word Count: 4,602

Hell.

This was absolute pure fucking hell.

As you and the former Winter Soldier, James "Bucky" Barnes himself stared at the front door of one of the safehouses for the Avengers in case of emergencies, you couldn't help make eye contact with him.

Great. This was just great.

No one, not even Clint had told you that it would be snowing in freaking January in rural Ohio, of all places.

Then again, you had faintly remembered doing gymnastics before you had been taken by Hydra with some arrogant Alpha guy named Lance. He had been a real pain in your ass and you remembered you had made him cry once. After you had escaped from Hydra, you had bumped into him again. Funnily enough, he was still just as scared of you as he was all those years ago. Which, you know, was nice.

But what was not nice was the Alpha that was currently looking back at you. James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, Buck, White Panther, Jesus, Bionic Staring Machine- (the last three nicknames, all given to him by the Alpha Sam Wilson himself), scowled at you. His blue eyes even narrowed at you.

You wouldn't call what you and Bucky had a friendship. You two weren't even enemies. Heck, colleagues? Teammates? That was just putting it lightly, the relationship you had with the Alpha. Even when you had been captured and brainwashed into serving Hydra, the two of you had never crossed paths. It had been only after Hydra had fallen, did the two of you actually meet in person. Other than that, nothing. Nada. Nope. No with a capital N.O.

"Come on, let's go." Bucky all but grumbled. Realizing he didn't have the key to get inside, he looked at you. Like you had the key or something.

"James, I don't have the key." Bucky groaned. "Do you have a bobby pin, Omega? Something?" He asked in Russian. You plucked a bobby pin from your hair. A stray piece of hair fell. Putting the flat side in, you managed to unlock the door. You turned to look at him, giving him a toothy grin.

"Learned that from Pit Pocketing for Dummies, 101."

Bucky rolled his eyes at that. You just sniggered as you opened the door, greeted by cool air smacking against your face.

It made you shiver.

Because, unlike Bucky, you did not have any of that good ole supersoldier serum in your veins.

You were a mutant that could control water. Sometimes, you wished that you had the ability to control fire, because then, at least you could be warm in such dire situations such as these.

Taking your shoes off and putting them at the door, you surveyed the place.

It was a small house. Like a cozy little cottage. Probably only had at least two rooms at the max. It certainly gave off that vibe. There was a fireplace in the living room. A fully furnished kitchen, complete with a little wooden table with benches instead of individual chairs near the window.

Your grip on your bag of clothes became tighter as you realized that you needed to take a shower. Your stomach grumbled, alerting Bucky that you were hungry. Your comms had died. The two of you could contact no one until you charged them.

Which meant for at least tonight, or whenever the snowstorm outside stopped, you only had Bucky Barnes for company.

Well. That certainly would be pleasant.

"Go and shower first. I'll make dinner."

***

After your shower, you walked back into the kitchen, your sweet smell that reminded Bucky of deserts that his Ma used to make for him and his younger sisters back in Brooklyn drifted towards his nose. Thanks to the serum, he had already smelled it a mile away.

Cinamon rolls. Apple turnovers. Apple pies. Pumpkin pies. Bucky felt his Alpha rumble at the smell. Even Winter stirred at the familiar scent he loved so much.

When Bucky had gotten the trigger words wiped away from him due to Princess Shuri's genius, the Winter Soldier hadn't gone away from him. Rather, Winter had become a part of Bucky. Winter had been what Bucky became to survive Hydra. Winter was Bucky, only darker. More possessive. The deepest, darkest thing of him that the Wakandan Elders had helped him find again and reconcile with.

It was during times like this, making dinner in the kitchen that reminded him so much of his time back in Wakanda. Taking care of his farm and his pet goats, (that he sadly couldn't bring back with him when coming back to America), that he missed the most. It was domestic, in a way. He could almost feed into the fantasy, the thought that you were his Omega, his Bondmate, and that he was just making dinner for you.

From an outsider's perspective, it might've looked like Bucky didn't like you. That he just tolerated you. Treated you like how he treated everyone else in his life.

But it was the contrary.

He liked you.

He liked you very, very much. Other than Steve, Natalia, and heck, even the winged pigeon- you were one of the only people to truly understand him. You were probably even on the same playing field as Natalia, because you knew what it was like to be controlled by the Russian government. You held him at an arm's length at most, and you never treated him like he was some fragile, broken man. When you treated his wounds, you never fretted like other Omega's. Nor did you dottle. Ask him if he was okay every five seconds. It was disappointing in a way.

Bucky turned his head, just as you hopped yourself onto the counter, away from the conduction stove.

The smell of butter pasta was filling your nose. You watched with rapt attention as Bucky shut off the stove, grabbed the freshly grated cheese, and dumping it in. To hell with calories. Stirring quickly for a few seconds, he stopped. Turning his head to look at you, he gave you a low smirk. His scent of something sandalwood, oceany filling your nose. It made your Omega preen.

"Get some bowls, will ya doll? And forks too." Hopping off of the countertops, he heard a chirping, yet sarcastic reply.

"Yes, Sarge."

He felt his pants tighten at the thought. Hearing you grab all of the stuff, he swallowed.

Not that he would tell you that.

No.

Never.

***

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking with me."

So, as luck would have it. There weren't two bedrooms.

Nope.

There was only one.

Not only that, the entire room was fully furnished. A closet was on the left side of the door, against the wall. There was a window and just a bit to right, in the middle of the room, was a queen-sized bed, all made up with all the fluffiest blankets, comforters, and pillows imaginable.

"And you're sure this is the only room?" Bucky said. "Yeah! It's the only one, James. It's either this or the couch. And I'm not sleeping on the couch. It's too cold. Whoever built this safehouse didn't have any heaters built in either. Fuck, is this how I die? Freezing to death?" Your voice was getting higher with concern.

Bucky just rolled his eyes.

"No, doll. You're not to freeze to death. We're going to share that bed."

You turned your head towards him like he had just grown a second head. "What?" you exclaimed. "No. No, no, no. Noooo. James. Nu-uh. Uh-uh. I'm not going to sleep with you in my tank top and underwear. the least you've seen me in is a pair of short shorts and a tank top."

Bucky inhaled deeply through his nostrils.

Get yourself together Barnes.

Don't throw her over your shoulder.

Don't do that.

"You're a water mutant, doll. You're not a fire mutant. You aren't a supersoldier either. I'm not letting you freeze to death. I'll keep you warm all night. Better yet, don't sleep in your tank top and shorts. Our body heats will do just fine." Bucky snapped at you. You were still trying to collect your thoughts.

And then the realization, the reality of your situation, smacked you right across the face.

Bucky was asking you to sleep naked.

With him.

In the same frigging bed together.

Oh you were going to die. You were going to die and go up to wherever other spirits went to after they died. You weren't really all that religious nor spiritual.

But tonight though?

Yeah. Maybe you believed. Maybe a little.

Just the slightest bit.

"Okay, okay," you grumbled, "I won't wear any clothes. Better yet, I'll even give you a show. That'll even out the odds, James."

***

Warm.

He was just oh so warm.

Your back was flush against his front, feeling skin-on-skin.

You had stopped shivering about an hour ago.

Bucky had scouted the safehouse, to see if there was actually a heater, in case you had missed anything.

Nope.

There were no heaters in the safehouse.

Absolutely none.

Not to mention, all of the blankets weren't as thick. From what Bucky had observed a few hours ago after dinner while you had tackled the task of doing the dishes, was that the safe house had been abandoned for a while. It was either that, or nobody had stocked this place up for a while.

He had chosen the latter.

With his strong arms wrapped around your stomach, he pulled you close. You were asleep. Dead asleep. Bucky felt and saw your body rise up and down as you slept, your breaths all evened out.

It was nice, almost. Outside was quiet. Bucky could hear other than your breathing only the soft wind blowing due to the snowstorm outside.

For a moment, Bucky was lulled into a sense of calm. His mind was clear. His Alpha and Winter were quiet. He didn't have to fret. Or look over his shoulder. Didn't have to second guess himself or his actions anymore.

And then he heard it.

Soft whimpers coming from the sweet-smelling Omega that he was currently holding in his arms. You had begun to squirm, arms thrashing out. Your legs smacked on his knees, trying to desperately claw yourself free from his tightening grip on you.

"... I'll be good... just don't chuck me in the freezer again... please sir... I hate it there... please don't chuck me in the freezer, please..." you were sobbing in your sleep. You started to blubber, continually trying to claw yourself out of Bucky's grip. The metal plates of his Vibrainum arm shifted as his metal fingers tightened around your stomach. Bucky knew not to apply too much pressure on you- you weren't like him, Steve, or Natalia. You didn't have the serum in you.

"Doll? Hey, doll. C'mon, wake up. It's not real." Bucky tried shaking you awake to no avail. You had continued to thrash in his arms.

Sniffling loudly, your Omega was thrashing in her cage, in the confines of your mind. She was whispering, yelling at you to wake up.

"Omega. Wake up."

Bucky didn't mean to use his Tone. But you were being so hysterical, shaking, and crying to the point where it was beginning to worry him. Your sweet scent had begun to twist and turn into something more burnt. Singed. It made his eyes water.

You stopped thrashing in his grip. Your body froze up at his use of his Tone. Your Omega stopped throwing her temper tantrum too. She had paused for a second.

Her Alpha had given her a Command.

So why wouldn't she listen?

Peering from her cage in the confines of your mind, she sighed happily.

Alpha. Alpha cares about us. She whispered in your ear.

Slowly returning to consciousness, you struggled to know where you were for a second.

You had been having a nightmare.

A full-fledged nightmare.

You hadn't had one of those in a while.

"... Where am I?" Your voice was gentle but confused.

You still didn't know if you were still in that godforsaken Hydra facility or not. But you just wanted to make sure.

"Here, doll. You're here with me. We're in Ohio, remember? Sharin' one bed together cause I don't wanna be a bad Alpha and letcha freeze to death." Bucky said.

You couldn't help it. You snuggled into him, hearing a deep rumble coming from his chest. Bucky's Alpha was pleased. Very pleased. Winter was quiet. Which surprised Bucky. The little shit was usually more vocal about his own needs these days.

For a moment, it felt okay. You felt that weird fog lifting. Your brain slowly settling in your current surroundings. Your sweet, filling scent that had twisted and burnt into something smoky and burnt was slowly wearing off.

You were still a little shaken up. You could still hear your screaming echoing in your head. Your voice trembling, and because you didn't know if you were still stuck in the facility, "How long?"

"Not long."

Bucky watched as you lifted your head up, blinking once. And then twice. And then again, just to be sure.

Your body felt like it still wasn't physically here. Your body still felt like it was back in the cryo chamber, stuck in that damn freezer. Bucky watched your chest heave up and down. Taking in deep breaths.

Then you flopped right back into your previous spot, your back facing his front. Bucky pulled you back with his metal arm. You heard the metal plates in his arm readjust and move. You couldn't help it. Your vagina throbbed at the sound. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wiggled a little bit.

A deep rumble had come from Bucky.

The metal-armed Alpha had pushed a little bit of his weight down on you. Making you feel all warm and safe with the sandalwood and salty scent wrapped all around you like a cocoon.

You wiggled up against him again, trying to get comfortable. Your eyes closed.

A deep groan came from Bucky.

Was he asleep?

You stopped moving.

Another groan came from Bucky. His arms were wrapped around you. Not tightly, but still. It was kinda nice in a way. You could feel every muscle on his broad chest against your back.

Maybe Bucky had the right idea to sleep naked after all.

You shifted again. Trying to wiggle out a little out of the embrace.

A deep growl rumbled from Bucky. His grip on you tightened. You squirmed against him again.

Voice gravelly, "Stop moving."

Your eyes flew open.

He was awake.

And you had been-

Letting out a hiss, Bucky pushed his entire weight onto you and grinded his half-hard cock against your ass cheeks. Not even caring about if his entire weight would crush you, because of the serum.

He saw red.

Pure absolute red.

You choked. A needy little whimper filled the room.

Bucky's metal hand traveled down, all the way down to your pussy, his knee pushing your legs apart. You were panting in anticipation, eyes wide as saucers. His metal fingers were shoved deep, all the way to the knuckles. A pitiful whine left your lips. A needy whine too.

When he entered you, a choked sob escaped from your lips. Your hands curled into fists, eyes rolling into the back of your head as the formerly brainwashed assassin let out a growl.

"So sick and tired of you teasin' me," was what the former Winter Soldier growled under his breath, hissing at the way your cunt wrapped around him. Slick was smeared around your inner thighs, and you couldn't help but sob at the feeling of being so full.

Bucky was groaning above you, his hands nearing shaking.

Never had he ever thought he could ever get to do this again.

Because Bucky very much still liked sex. He very much so was a sexual creature. Being inside you gave him flashes of his life before Hydra. It made him remember a much skinner, smaller Steve. A much duller, war-stricken Brooklyn. It made him remember the giggles of Omegas. It made him remember his Ma's cooking growing up. Rebecca's giggles in his ears. Just like the old times.

Not for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped.

He felt free.

This was freeing to him.

And when he began to move, position his hips against your back, smacking roughly. Good enough to leave marks in the morning.

Wet, squishing noise echoed noisily every time he bottomed out of you. Every thrust in, filling you, completing you. It sent you gasping and crying out into the pillows. His hands- both metal and flesh, reached under you, to grab ahold of your breasts in a tight grip that only made you sob for more.

"More, more, more, please James, please-"

Something snapped in him.

Broke.

Bucky had never felt this feral before. The last time he felt this feral had been the hours when he first presented.

You whined loudly when he slid out of you, crying out at the empty feeling. Your Omega screeched in alarm.

Why had her Alpha stopped? Why?

Grabbing ahold of your legs, he lifted them up. Before he thrusted back in again, filling you up to the brim. It was deeper than last time, and his cock hit that spongy part. Hit your g-spot so good that you screamed into the pillows.

You were coming. You were coming so fast, that deep coil inside you snapping like a bomb wire being cut that you never got the chance to feel your programs. Your body jolted, spasmed. Your legs lifted off of the bed or at least tried to. Bucky's body weight was still keeping you down. So all you could do was grip the bedsheets when Bucky started to pound into you again, taking all he could.

You couldn't help yourself. You glanced back, just to take a glimpse of him.

James Buchanan Barnes looked downright feral and your pussy clenched around him deeper at the sight. as if she knew.

Every thrust made him go deeper, hitting your cervix every time. It made your second orgasm piggyback off of your first one, sobbing into the pillows. It was only when your second orgasm came, your walls clenching down onto his cock that Bucky's teeth sank into your shoulder, shattering, breaking the skin there. The taste of copper filling his mouth. Bucky let out a grunt as he came. Filling you up with so much of his jizz that he was sure it would drip from you tomorrow morning.

Bucky lifted his mouth from your shoulder.

Pants filled the room as the two of you tried to regain yourselves.

Bucky shifted, moving off of you and lying beside you. His eyes weren't black anymore. They were back to their normal blue. They reminded you of the sea in the morning on a peaceful day.

Your hand came to touch his face. Your hand faltered, trembled though. Because you were nervous.

"It's okay," his voice was deeper, huskier. It made your pussy throb. "You can touch me. It's okay."

Your hands came to touch, cup his jaw. You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. His lips were soft. Your lips moved together, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss became deeper. You hadn't expected it to become deeper. You had been just going for an innocent kiss.

You swore.

Like- you really did.

You didn't expect to be fully making out with James Buchanan Barnes.

But it wasn't like you were complaining though.

Because you weren't.

Bucky was the first one to pull away. He could see how red, bruised your lips looked. He didn't recoil from your gentle touch on his face. He welcomed it. He truly did. Hands holding your hips, he looked at you.

His lips traveled down to your mating gland. He touched over it with his tongue, giving it a broad lick. His teeth sank in, piercing the skin.

Your ears popped. You cried out. His grip on your hips didn't falter.

"Yes, yes, yes," you gasped. Bucky lifted his mouth up from your gland, before sinking his teeth back in and biting again. Making his mark all that deeper.

It was only when he lifted his mouth from your gland, wiped your blood off of him with the blanket did you come at him, sinking your teeth into his gland. It made him grunt, even groan. His flesh hand came to your head, pushing your head down, making you sink your teeth even deeper into his gland.

"Yesss," hissed Bucky, his flesh hand sinking into your hair, gripping it. "Deeper, doll. Go deeper."

Winter and his Alpha completely agreed.

Theirs.

You were theirs.

After what seemed an eternity, you lifted your head up. Wiping your mouth on the blanket, you spoke.

"I missed you. What did you do to get us paired on this mission? I thought I was going with Sam," you said to your Alpha. A smirk stretched over Bucky's lips. "Ah," your Alpha said, still smirking, "I might've put something in his drink to make him vomit his guts out. He got sick."

A noise came from you.

"You gave him food poisoning? James!" You scolded him. Bucky leaned back against the headboard. "Don't worry doll, it'll wear off when we come back to the Compound. Bird Brain won't even know what hit him."

You shook your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable, Sasha. Did you teach Natalia that trick, too? Hmm? She and all of your Widow students?"

Bucky was still grinning ear to ear at you when he responded back.

"Well little bird, someone had to teach them. After all, I was their teacher. They all called me Yasha. Speaking of my Widow students..." he trailed off in Russian. You looked at him.

"You've contacted one of the KBG? About that leaked Russian tape with the orange man that is, unfortunately, our President?" He asked you. You nodded. "Yeah, Sasha. Everything's going as planned. Although, I think assassinating the orange man would've been a much better option. We would've gone in there and made it a done deal by now! Fuckin' Steve and his righteous self." You grumbled unhappily.

"Hmm. It would've been great as a date night. Don't you think, doll?" Bucky drawled. You gave a serious nod.

"Although... seeing him freak out on Twitter is much, much better. The tea is better when it's hot." You grinned. Bucky just let out a sigh.

"I'm restricting your phone privileges. And your TV privileges. You need to stop watching those drama channels, Mega."

A noise of deep discomfort came from you.

"Sasha!" you whined, "then what will I do while you're gone on missions?"

"Wait for me to come back?" Bucky suggested. You just sighed. Even shook your head in fondest. You happily snuggled up to your Alpha, your nose rubbing up against your Mate's gland. "I always wait for you to come back, Sasha. I wait and I worry. I love you, James."

A deep rumble came from your Mate.

"I love you too, Little Omega."

Your head peeked up.

"So, can we tell the rest of the team when I leak the tape?" You asked, your eyes glimmering with mischief.

Bucky burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, yes. We can tell them once you've wreaked havoc, Omega."

"Good." You were nodding seriously, in complete agreement. "It'll be fun. And... also, I forgot to tell you."

The joyful expression on Bucky's face was suddenly replaced with one of worry.

"What? What is it?" He asked gently. "When you were gone for your last mission two months ago... I... I came off of my suppressants. I'm ready, James. I want a family with you."

Shock flickered over Bucky's face. And then he was shoving you back into the bed with a shriek coming from you.

"When's your pre-heat?" He demanded.

You felt it. A cramp. It made you whimper.

"N-Now, James. Now," you stammered. Your Alpha pulled your legs apart roughly before he thrusted back into you, making you gasp.

"Say it," he hissed. "Say you want it. Say you want my knot. Say you want my pups."

"I want it, James." Your voice was a low whisper, even staggering a little bit. "I want your knot. I want your pups. Please. Please, Sasha."

His hands, both metal, and flesh gripped your shoulder tight as that vein of his neck nearly popped. His eyes were black with want. Soon, his Rut would be upon him and he'd breed you. Put his pup in you. You'd carry his pup. He'd have the pack that Winter and his Alpha desperately wanted after all these years.

A whine came from you when he pulled out, only to let out a scream when he thrusted back in. Hitting that part of you that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your mouth fell open, but no words came out.

His pace was brutal, not even letting you hold onto him. Your hands were left to grip the bedsheets again. You gripped them so tight that your knuckles turned white and you thought that they were going to pop.

Bucky continued to push, continued to shove his ejaculate deeper and deeper inside of you. A mixture of your slick and his ejaculate smeared all over your thighs and trickled down your legs, and you just didn't know what was happening. Your hindbrain was telling you that this was what was needed. That your designation wanted, nay, demanded this. After all the shit you had gone through, your Omega had found her Alpha and now, now she was determined to have a family. Have the pack she desperately desired.

"Mine."

A harsh thrust made you sob.

"You're mine now. I waited for you for so long. Wanted you for so long. You're mine now. Got my Mark. Got my clothes in your nest. Gonna give you my name. Gonna give you my pups. You're mine. All mine. Say you're mine. Say it!"

You came screaming. Your orgasm making you see white. Bucky continued slamming into you, the wet, squishing noises coming from your pussy becoming louder and louder the more he pushed in. Your teeth sank into his flesh shoulder, shattering and piercing the skin there. You tasted copper in your mouth.

Bucky came with a shout. He shoved you back completely, making you shriek. And then he was leaning in again, sinking his teeth into your gland. Making another deep mark. It made you fall limp into the bed as his knot swelled, locking the two of you in place.

He lifted his head.

Being inside you... knotted inside of you... it was bliss. It was just as good as cockwarming. His cock all nestled deep inside of you whenever you two would sneak off to sleep together.

"Bite me again. Give me your mark, Omega." he panted. Slowly, your head went up, you slowly sat up, before taking in a deep breath and sinking your teeth back into his gland.

Home.

You had brought Bucky home. He held you tight, whispering in your ear how much he loved you and how much of a good Omega you were.

"I love you Omega." His voice was rough.

Lifting your head from his gland. Blood still trickling down the corners of your mouth. You offered him a smile. A genuine one. One that made his stomach all fluttery.

"I love you too, Alpha."

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winter wonderland

a/n: welcome to the second part of my christmas vacation series! although this is one of the ones that is not Christms themed, purely winter vibes. and thank you to everyone who gave the last one so much love, i really appreciate it <3

pairing: matthew tkachuk x fem/gn!reader (the only thing that makes this not purely gn is that the reader is called mama by their kids)

word count: 1.3k+

warnings: mentions of alcohol, matty with kids

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and real person fiction if you don’t like that, please don’t read! and all credit to the wonderful gif maker for this masterpiece

Snowflakes were falling steadily as Matthew left from morning practice, but it was a warm snow. There was no chill in the air, no harsh wind nipping at his cheeks. After helping the rookies brush off their vehicles, he hopped in his own, itching to get back to you at home. Your boys, Eli and Cameron, would already be in their second-grade and kindergarten classrooms respectively, and your 18-month daughter, Jada, was finally napping for hours on her own now. He could have three hours of you all to himself.

He let out a breath as he placed the truck in park on the driveway. He couldn’t for some peace and quiet; maybe even a nice warm nap with the fireplace on. He opened the door, knocking the snow off his boots and shutting it behind him.

“Babe! Sorry, I’m late, the roads were crazy backed up with all this snow we’re getting,”

“Dad!” Voices screamed and a smile spread acorss his face. He would never get tired of that sound. From the living room, his two sons came scrambling, their curls bouncing as they ran to meet him.

“Hi! Why aren’t you in school?” He placed his hands on his hips and looked down at his sons, one eyebrow quirked.

“Snow day! Snow day!” They chorused, jumping around.

“Oh really? Is it now?” He looked up to see you leaning against the wall, balancing Jada on your hip. You gave him a nod.

“School called twenty minutes before the bus was supposed to come,”

Eli was bouncing up and down on his toes, his hand up like he was in a classroom. “Yes?”

“Dad, can you come play outside with us? Please?”

“Yeah, daddy, pretty please!” His younger brother chimed in.

He sighed with a smile and sent you a smirk. “Sure. But only if Mama and Jada come outside too.” The boys instantly turned to you and repeated the question, making you laugh. With a nod, they cheered and raced to the closet to get out their snow pants and jackets.

“Hi,” you said to your husband, giving him a short kiss. He took Jada from your arms, tickling her stomach until she laughed a little.

“You don’t have to come with us, I know you didn’t sleep well last night,”

“And miss out on snow day memories? No way,” You chuckled, squeezing his forearm before heading to find your snow gear. The boys had already raced out the door, bundled from head to toe by the time you got to the closet, so it was easy enough to talk to your husband about your day so far as you got dressed, and got Jada into her snowsuit. The three of you walked to the backyard yard, arriving just in time to see Cameron throwing around some of the freshly fallen powder.

“Let’s make snow angels!” Eli yelled before falling back into the fluffy snow. He giggled as his brother laid beside him and they both waved their arms and legs. Matthew ran ahead, landing in the snow just beside Cameron and made a snow angel with them. You placed Jada down on the ground, holding her hands as she walked towards the boys.

The two of you started to build a small snow fort on the other side of the backyard, letting the boys have their snowball fight, which to no surprise, Matthew started. You were enjoying the warm snow and admired how Jada loved to play in the snow when you felt something hit your back. You turned around to see your sons, each with a snowball in their hand and mischievous grins on their faces.

“Who's on my team?” They instantly looked back to their dad, who chuckled to himself before coming over to join your side. “Okay, ready?” You asked them but before they answered, Eli had already thrown a snowball, hitting you right in the chest. You gasped before making one as quick as you could, throwing it in the direction of your kids. The neighbours surely hated you for how loud your family was but it was all worth it to hear their laughs and shrieks.

“No, no, Matthew!” You shrieked as he pulled you in front of him as the boys continued to throw snow at you. You laughed until a particularly icy snowball hit you and went down your shirt, instantly freezing you. “Stop, stop, we surrender!” The boys cheered at their victory and Matthew told them to go inside for lunch.

You turned to your husband. “You know, you’re nothing but trouble, Tkachuk,”

“Hmm, yeah. But guess what?” He placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek and whispered to you. “You’re a Tkachuk too.” He picked up Jada on his way into the house, her giggles echoing through the air. You watched with a smile on your face before picking yourself off the ground and following them.

“Mama, mama, we’re cold! Can we have some of your special hot chocolate pwease?” Cameron asked as soon as you had taken off your jacket.

“Of course we can, baby. How about this? You and Eli go set up the TV and pick a movie to watch and I’ll make the hot chocolate and some snacks. Sound good?” His little head nodded so fast and he ran to the living room with his brother. With a contentful sigh, you went into the kitchen to turn on the kettle for the hot chocolate and got out the mugs. You added a dash of vanilla extract to the boys’ and poured some Baileys to yours and Matthews. Soon enough, all the drinks were poured, the popcorn was in a bowl, and with some cut grapes and cheese, you brought it all out on a tray to your family.

The sight before you melted your heart. They were all already cuddled up on the couch; your husband was snuggled into the corner of the couch with Jada was happily sleeping in his chest, and Eli pressed up against his side. Matthew’s arm draped across the back of the couch and blanket covered the three of them. Cameron was sitting on the other side of the couch, waiting patiently for his hot chocolate, the remote in his hand. You handed your sons their cups, reminding them that it was hot, and placed the tray on the coffee table. Carefully, you handed Matthew his drink and settled into your corner of the couch, reaching one arm over the back of the couch to touch Matthew’s outstretched arm.

Cameron started the movie and Matthew took a sip of his hot chocolate, only to splutter some of it back into the cup.

“God, how much of that did you put in here?” You laughed but were quickly shushed by Eli.

“You’re missing the movie, Dad!”

“Sorry, bud, I’m watching, I’m watching.” He sent you a wink and you both turned your heads to see the start of Frosty the Snowman. It wasn’t long before the excitement of the day caught up to them and you heard snores from all your kids.

“I’m glad they had the day off. I’ve felt like I’ve been away with them so much lately,”

You quickly turned to him. “Matty, they know it’s your job-"

“It’s not that. It’s that they're growing up so fast, you know? It’s nice to be a part of at least some of the holiday memories they’ll get.” He looked down at the sleeping children and you grabbed his hand, rubbing the back of it.

“You’re in all of their memories. You might not be here physically,” You saw his grimace and squeezed his hand. “But you’re here in all the ways that matter. They love you so much, Matty, so so much.” He met your eyes and softly pressed his lips to your hand.

“Thank you.” You knew he didn’t just mean for your words, but for being there to remind him, for giving him this family, for surrounding him with so much love his insides were mush. You blushed and nodded, before turning your attention back to Frosty the Snowman, ignoring the chill outside and focusing on the warmth from your family.

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(Yes I know this is my second ask but shhh I had several ideas)

So you know how everyone goes on about Dream having both his human form and his blob form? Or some of the side aus where Quackity has his tiny fuck form when he’s on low health?

I’d humbly like to present to you, Pig Techno.

He gets on low health or maybe he’s just forced to transform every once in a while and you’ve got this teacup pig in your arms with the tiniest tusks. He just sits in your lap and “guards” you. Requests you take him everywhere with you so he can keep an eye on people by headbutting your ankle incessantly until you pick him up. Will get onto people later about things they did while he was pig. He makes tiny little snuffles and oinks and wiggles his little hooves around but he’s just so tiny and cute and you gotta love him.

Just Hold. Hold the pig. hold the tiny scarred baby. Acknowledge it’s your boyfriend but then ignore that fact as you kiss his little snoot and give him the best headpats.

(Alternatively Dadza turning into a crow from time to time and you walk around with this ominous sign of death on your shoulder but it’s just Philza tired as fuck and needing a place to rest.)

Again thank you for your wonderful writing! Ever love-🌻

(Please always feel free to send in asks. Ily very much 🌻 and I love interacting with you and reading your asks so please always feel free to send stuff in!!!!) (P.S. This is the last one for tonight! Hope you all have enjoyed!! Maybe more tomorrow, again idk because school is heckin stressful. We’ll see)

This is so so so so so so so so cute!!! Thank you so so so so much for this idea. 

So I imagine you’re like at home, sitting on the couch reading a book in front of the fireplace when you feel something smack against your ankle. It startles you a little bit and before you can look to see what it was, you get another smack on the leg and a small oink fills the air. You instantly know what has happened and you set down your book, reach down, and pick up the small pig and set him on your lap. “Are you okay?” You’d ask, your hand coming down and resting on tiny Techno’s back. He lets out a small snort and closes his eyes, as tries to bury his face against your thigh for comfort and warmth. You let out a small laugh, “Okay then. I’ll just cuddle and take care care in this form then” You get another snort in response. “Fair enough then”. You pick up your book once more and go back to reading, the hand that is resting on Techno subconsciously begins stroking up and down. At one point, he lets out an oink and you tear your gaze away from your book to look at him, “What?” you ask. He looks from you to the book and then back to you, “You want me to read to you?” another oink. “Alright then” and so then you begin reading out loud. Soon enough the small snores and squeals that you get when Techno is this tiny fill the air as he sleeps. 

If you are out in public and he’s a tiny pig, you have to be holding him. It’s the law… Okay it’s a Techno law. There was only one time that you didn’t follow this law and the bruising that appeared on your ankles after Techno smashed his face into them several times trying to get you to pick him up made sure that you never broke this law again. Also if you’re out in public, people have a tendency to coo over the small pig that you call your boyfriend. They never get to see Techno like this, so small and so unintimidating. So they coo over him and try to pet him, but Techno usually doesn’t let them, snapping at their fingers when they get too close to him. But once you scold him, Techno begrudgingly let’s them pet him. And he will never ever admit it but it actually feels kind of nice to be adored like this. Sometimes when you’re out in public and you’re seated somewhere, he will sit in your lap and cuddle you. These are the times where he doesn’t care the kind of scolding he gets, he will not let anyone near the two of you when he’s snuggled into you. Quackity once almost lost a finger because of how hard Techno had bit him with his tusks. Everyone tends to stay clear after that. And even if they don’t, Techno does have a stern talk with them when he’s back to normal.

I have an obsession with putting things on my shoulders okay? So like imagine you’re out walking with Techno in your hands and your arms get tired or maybe you have to carry something else and can’t juggle your boyfriend and the stuff so you just reach up and put him on your shoulder. Luckily he has enough balance and grace to sit himself down on your shoulder and remain there until you take him off. It would be so cute to see okay? Like you walking around with a tiny pig on your shoulder. You could ask questions out loud and Techno would give you small snorts, oinks, and squeals in response and although you may not understand entirely but you always get the gist. Techno always really appreciates how you act like everything is normal when he’s in his tiniest form. You don’t find it weird or off putting, you just accept it 100% and keep going. 

Something that you and him both love is snoot kisses. At random times you’ll pick him up and bring him close to your face and press multiple kisses to his snout. Sometimes Techno expects them and gives you little snorts and grumbles of appreciation but sometimes he doesn’t. The more surprised he is, the louder and higher pitched squeal you get. When he squeals it always makes you giggle and it makes him grumble in distaste afterwards, but he secretly loves it. You just give him lots of snout kisses because you both love it and it’s one of the easiest ways to show affection when he’s like this. It’s just very very cute. 

Bonus: Philza sees how much you take care of Techno when he’s like this and asks if he can come to you when he reverts to his tiny form and of course you say yes! So every once in a while, you’ll be walking around the SMP and suddenly a bird lands on your shoulder. It startled you the first few times, but now you’re used to it. People will look out their windows and see your cheerful self strolling around but there would be this big looming bird on your shoulder staring out around the world. Something really funny that I think happens is that sometimes Tommy will run up to you and be like “Y/N! Have you seen Phil? I can’t find him! Also, nice bird when did you get that” and you can’t help but chuckle, “No, no I haven’t seen Phil. Maybe he’s hiding so he can take a break… I’m sure he’ll be back soon and when he does come back he’ll find you… And my bird? Oh thanks! He’s not really my bird, he just comes and visits me sometimes” Tommy approaches you and tries to pet the bird but Philza snaps his beak and him and Tommy jumps back “I’m afraid he’s not feeling very friendly right now maybe next time… Now run along Tommy, go play with Tubbo okay?” Tommy glares at the bird but gives you a nod and runs away. Once he’s out of ear shot you begin laughing and Phil who is sitting on your shoulder begins cawing, which is the way he laughs in this form. “We got him good huh Phil?” You ask once you calm down and begin moving down the path more. He lets out a single caw and you know he’s agreeing with you. 

(Small note, I almost feel you get the nickname of Y/N small animal tamer and just anyone that turns into an animal or another form after taking a bunch of damage comes to you and just vibes with you until they heal and can turn back into their full form.

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HELLO MADEMOISELLE

For the Christmas event! Can i request the prompt “But it’s Christmas…you’re supposed to be here with me.” from Dialogues, maybe angst to fluff (it just gives me that vibe), with uhhh, hardest decision of my life because i love Miya four all the same way, but since i'm in my Suna phase, i'd like to request it for Suna! Thank you and Merry Christmas <3

Hello! I am so sorry for this being so late, but I hope you like it anyway! <3

Suna Rintaro + dialogue #25 “But it’s Christmas…you’re supposed to be here with me.” + SFW

The lights from the small Christmas tree in your living room reflect on the floor to ceiling windows of your upscale, high rise apartment. The scene is romantic, but you feel nothing close to that right now.

The apartment is silent save for the flickering and crackling of the fake fireplace under your flat screen tv. You down the contents of your mug on the coffee table and sit up, trying to shake off the heavy feeling of hurt and disappointment.

You loved the holidays, and you were looking forward to them especially this year because it was the first one since you and your boyfriend moved in together. You worked so hard to make the apartment festive, lights, a Christmas tree, stockings hanging on your fake fireplace, even a mistletoe above the entrance, but none of it mattered now. You were sitting alone in this beautiful apartment you two had chosen together, your boyfriend nowhere in sight. You hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on after heating up and eating a microwave dinner, all thoughts of a fancy Christmas Eve dinner were out the door.

Last week, out of nowhere, over dinner, he’d told you that he wouldn’t be home for Christmas, that he had a practice game in Fukuoka. He said it as though it was nothing at all, in that same nonchalant way he said most things. You were stunned to silence, before exploding later that night.

He said he was going to take Christmas Eve and Christmas off, months in advance, yet somehow he managed to forget, and since the other players DIDN’T forget, they got their time off and he, and a few others had to play in the games. You slept with your backs facing each other that night, and he left on the evening of the next day without saying much to you, or vice versa.

In his defense, he did try calling you but you were too angry to answer, then the anger simmered down into hurt. You’d read his messages alerting you to his safe arrival, and breathed a sigh of relief, no matter how angry you were, you wouldn’t wish for anything horrible to happen to him.

After two days of unanswered calls, he stopped trying. There was no contact from him at all today, and despite it being partly your fault for not answering, you couldn’t help but feel even worse.

You look at the time on your phone, 11:52pm, almost Christmas. Not wanting to spend even more time wallowing in self-pity, you quickly turn your phone off and head to your room, burying yourself under the warm covers, fully planning to sleep this terrible Christmas away.

The night is unfortunately restless, you toss and turn the whole time. Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend is in the same predicament.

Since he left three days ago, Suna hasn’t been able to sleep well. He’s been so off his game, and it’s more than noticeable. They were just practice games but that doesn’t stop his coach from, rightfully, giving him gripes about it. He just can’t shake the look on your face off when he’d told you that he wouldn’t be there. He knew you would take it hard but you looked so destroyed that he felt like the biggest piece of trash on the planet.

He groans again and turns on his other side, trying in vain to get some rest. He checks his phone again hoping to see a message or a missed call from you, but there aren’t any. He diverts to your social media accounts, but there’s no activity on them either.

When the morning clears, you don’t feel any less bad than the night before. It is Christmas though, and despite your mood, you’re determined to at least do something nice for yourself.

After a while of lazing in bed, you get up and brush your teeth and take a shower, slipping into your ugly Christmas sweater that you and Rin had planned to match and wear today.

Michael Buble is crooning his Christmas hits, and the room fills with the smell of fresh cinnamon rolls in the oven. You hum along to the tune of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,” as you carefully brew your coffee.

Your phone rings and startles you a bit, you hesitate to answer when you see Rintaro’s face pop up on the screen, but after a few more rings you give in, because you miss him, and today is Christmas.

“…hello?”

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing he says, and from the tone of his voice, you know he means it.

You sigh and swallow heavily, that tight feeling in your chest coming back, “I’m not going to say it’s okay because it isn’t,” you reply honestly.

Suna sighs tiredly, “I know, but I am sorry, it was my mess up, I should’ve requested the time off earlier and—”

“I’m glad you acknowledge that, but it’s Christmas…you’re supposed to be here with me,” your voice catches on the last word as you tear up again.

Suna feels his heart clench painfully in his chest, “Please don’t cry, love.”

You take a deep breath trying to gather yourself, “Merry Christmas, Rin, I hope you have a good one.”

“I will once I get one of those cinnamon rolls,” is his response.

“What? How did you--?”

The doorbell cuts you off and you head towards it, phone still in hand, heart racing a little too quickly.

“I forgot my keys home,” he smiles at you when you open the door.

“Rin!” you gasp, diving into his arms.

He holds you tight, spinning you around in the entrance of your apartment.

“Merry Christmas, Suna,” you grin at him.

He frowns and pouts, “Don’t call me that.”

“I love you, Rin,” you laugh at his miffed expression.

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Hii I'm new here! I saw that your reqs are open and I was just reading some of you headcanons and they are great!!! I was wondering if you have headcanons for Morpheus cause I love Sandman hahaha if not than that's okay. Have a beautiful and lovely day😊

omg my beloved morpheus?? my love??? absolutely anon you don’t know how fast I typed this up

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smells like old books and roses and a good nights sleep

his eyes are endlessly stunning

favorite color is dark green?? maybe. i’m not sure he has one

gives off wet cat vibes™

i bet he can appreciate a cloudy day

probs squints in the sun

VERY intimidating. wtf are you supposed to do when the anthropomorphic personification of dreams and nightmares comes knocking?

doesnt have a preference for music. he likes it all

favorite sibling is Death (obviously)

he probably smells like lavender too

secretly misses a simpler time

wishes that he could connect better with other people

a SUCKER for a good bubble bath

have a whole day dedicated to him and he’ll never forget it

also has really good memory? literally how

ideal evening is sitting in front of a fireplace on colder nights

pls sit with him

doesn’t know how to cook

can and will burn down the palace accidentally

does know how to ice skate actually

loves his ravens so so much (but he’ll never say so out loud)

such a creative person & loves any form of art

loves any form of dessert but especially loves chocolate

has an eye for color

sucker for architecture (have you SEEN his palace/castle thing??)

goes on walks in the Dreaming just for the hell of it

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Thunderbolt

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The developing stage of a thunderstorm is marked by a cumulus cloud that is being pushed upward by a rising column of air (updraft). The cumulus cloud soon looks like a tower (called towering cumulus) as the updraft continues to develop. (source)

(or, you meet a stranger during a storm.)

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It was not a beautiful day when you first met him.

The sky was painted a riveting mosaic of white and grey, and a cold breeze swept across the field, tussling the grasses and the trees of the meadow.

It nipped at your cheeks, delivering with it the promise of a storm.

Thunder curled on the horizon, and lightning flickered through the clouds. Slowly, steadily, it began to rain.

A small pavilion sits in the middle of the field, and quickly you take shelter under it, too enthralled by the forces of nature to even think about returning home. 

You sit on one of the old wooden picnic tables, closing your eyes as the storm continues. 

The sound of footsteps causes you open your eyes. Not many people come over here, especially not during rain. 

A man, much taller than the people you’re used to seeing in the town, towers over you. So much so that you can’t really see his eyes. 

He motions to the bench beside you, and it takes a moment for you to register what he’s silently inquiring.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit there.”

He nods, and you take note of his appearance. Red hair covers part of his face, and based on what he’s wearing, he most certainly isn’t from around here. 

How interesting. 

You both sit there in silence, listening to the heartbeat of the storm.

“I’ve always loved the rain,” You begin, noting the way the strange man tilts his head, not quite looking at you. “Even though Mama would pitch a fit every time I came home sopping wet, I’ve always found thunderstorms to be-“ A particularly loud crash of thunder echoes through the sky, as if on cue. “-fascinating.”

You lean forwards, jumping off the table. The sound of the thunder and the rain, the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, faster, faster- it creates a most chaotic symphony, and makes your heart thrum to its tune. 

Twenty minutes go by (or was it an hour? a day?) and both you and the stranger sit there, admiring the roar of the storm.

The thunder seems to dull, leaving for another town.

You ought to go back to your home, but not before saying goodbye to this odd accomplice. 

“It was nice talking to you. Maybe I’ll see you again when the next storm rolls around?”

Thor nods, silently observing the way you smile at the gesture and how you seem to bathe in the afterglow of the storm. 

Then you walk away, plucking at some flowers as you go, oblivious to the golden eyes watching as you leave. 

Unaware of the two birds now perched on a nearby branch.

“Oh! Oh! Thor’s found an interesting human!”

“Ho! Ho! What strange news!”

The ravens cackle to each other, though are quickly silenced by a harsh clap of thunder as Thor’s even harsher glare turns to them. They fly off, probably to sit on his father’s shoulders. 

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166 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

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Hi, I’m obsessed with your Morpheus content and I was wondering if you could do something angsty where they argue? If you’re comfortable with it ❤️

omg anon?? i love you <3 je t’aime

also what POV do you guys like best? second person? First? pls tell me i’m never sure which one to go with

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A strange book caught my eye as I meandered through the library. I grabbed at the reddish-orange cover, pulling it into my hands. I flip to the first page.

“Try as he might, the god cannot love the mortal in his entirety. He burns far too bright, too endlessly - and no mortal can withstand that intensity. So the god becomes so dreadfully alone - as there is no one who can return his love in the way he needs.”

I remembered then that I was meant to meet with Morpheus in Fiddler’s Green. He had asked me - quite formally, might I add - to meet him there so that we might talk, as friends do.

I won’t tell you how my heart leapt. I’m sure you already know it.

I rushed over quickly, hoping I wasn’t late. The grassy path led me to my favorite spot in all of the Dreaming - the pond.

Waterfalls cascaded down, splashing delightfully with the water below. Birds and butterflies and bees flew and fluttered, buzzed and sang.

It felt like home, almost.

And just the thought of this being home made my heart sing. Though, not as much as the prospect of him wanting to talk to me did.

But as I looked around, peering through the shades of green and brown, I saw no Morpheus.

Maybe I was early?

I’ve got all the time in the world. Might as well wait for him.

I sit down in shade, just watching the world go by. The grass below me was soft, tickling my legs not unlike how it would in the real world. A white tulip sprang up from the ground, alerting me that Fiddler’s Green himself as coming to me.

And there he was, walking from the woods. He dipped his head in greeting as he sat beside me.

“Hello, dreamer,” he said, tone like the gentle waterfall near us. “What brings you to my meadow today?”

“Hello Fiddler's Green,” I said, a small grin appearing on my lips. “It’s nice to see you. Dream asked me here today. You wouldn’t happen to know where he is, would you?”

His brow furrowed in concentration.

“No,” he said with an unsure tone. “No, he never mentioned anything like that today. Perhaps he forgot to tell me?”

It was an easy excuse. Both of us knew that Morpheus never forgot these sorts of things: he always remembered everything, as any Endless would. So it was rather strange to hear Fiddler's Green talk about him in such a manner. It was …strange.

"The god loves so fiercely, burns so brightly. And like the sands of time, he will fall in love over and over.

He doesn't like to think about it. So instead, he chooses to forget."

Birds still chirped and bees still buzzed. Butterflies flew and waterfalls - well, they fell. The world continued on even though my heart was racing. 

“He has been rather busy recently,” said the man beside me. “Maybe it’s just the busyness of it all.” We simmer in silence for a moment before-

"No matter,” he says, cheering up. His demeanor instantly shifts. “We can have plenty of fun together - even without Dream.”

Despite his offer, I respectfully declined. I wanted to know what Morpheus was doing and why he stood me up. 

He nodded his agreement but warned me: "Be careful: My lord tends to get antagonistic when stressed."

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hello how are you?, could you imagine where the reader and morpheus discuss something in the dream and morpheus says something hurtful to the reader and spelling a lot like "" you are a mortal human and need to know your place ",

but regrets it, but s / o decides to spend time in the wake neglecting her health without resting not wanting to meet with that king, she is really human and knows her place now. Thanks (the ending can be sad, happy or with continuation, you decide 🤗)

anon. anon look at me. i love you anon. do you understand anon? do you know this fact? i love you anon. i love you.

something short and not sweet for you <333 idk what is wrong with me but i CANNOT write fluff rn its so strange

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Lucienne waited for your return. Despite her professional demeanor, she cared deeply for those she considered close. Including you.

It had been an awful fight, she remembered, between you and her master.

“-But if we were to do this, we could-“

“There is no we in this situation. Do not assume you are part of this.” Dream’s voice was cut you off, also cutting off any argument.

Lucienne stood to the side, unsure of how to diffuse the situation. How to lessen the tension, how to make it better-

It happened in slow motion.

“Fine. You should do this to-“

Similar to how a cat would, his eyes darkened and he spat, “You will not make demands of me. You are a mere mortal human,” He took a breath, face twisting into a sneer. “And you need to know your place.”

You turned and fled the room.

You hadn’t come back since. It had been two days.

Lucienne, as much as she didn’t like to admit it, was getting worried. You were, after all, a mortal human - you needed to sleep. You needed to dream.

Morpheus noticed your absence. And when he questioned Lucienne, she replied solemnly, “They haven’t been back since…then.”

She eyed Morpheus warily as she said that, as though just the suggestion of the argument would set him off again.

It did, but not in the way anyone would think.

“I see.” He hummed, eyes brimming with thought. Were you so apprehensive of meeting him again that you’d damage your own health?

Were you so afraid of him that-

Oh. You were scared of him.

How could he fix this?

And somewhere, Desire snickers, their twin sister right beside them.

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175 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

An overprotective brother vs. the apple of Poseidon’s eye - who will win?

tw: violence & accusations against reader, if its not ur thing dont read this one

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Humans were jealous creatures. Always wanting just the tiniest bit more. And very easily, they can become dangerous creatures.

And what are humans if not created in the gods’ image?

Life in the castle was busy on this chilly autumn morning. People hurried back and forth, bringing with them both endless chatter and preparations for an important meeting - hosted by Lord Poseidon, of course, alongside his s/o.

Servants brought in a large table with many chairs, while others busied themselves with the tablecloth and the proper folding of napkins. Some began to organize the royal blue flowers into vases, setting vases in the center of the table in a symmetrical fashion.

It was about an hour until Adamas and his generals would arrive, and already you were made to get ready. After twenty minutes of playful bickering between you and your servants on the proper color of your outfit, you were finally ready.

Of course, you looked stunning.

Standing beside Poseidon, you prepared to receive your guests.

He squeezed your hand- the only indication that he was responsive to your nervousness. No one else could tell, but the affection in his eyes told you everything.

He loved you.

Your attention was drawn by the arrival of your in-law Adamas.

You don’t miss the expression on Adamas’ face as he is brought inside.

Jealousy.

~~~

“I’m taking a break, darling.” You whisper to Poseidon. Social events were exhausting after a while.

He nods, and a quiet understanding of come back quick was exchanged.

You were one room over from where the meeting was taking place, standing near a window. The stars painted the sky in a such a beautiful manner…it was entrancing. Everything else seemed to be drowned out, if only for a moment.

The sound of footsteps brings you out of your staring.

“He actually looks at you,” The scorn in his voice was obvious. “And he only met you three years ago.”

Adamas steps out of the dark, eyes glinting with a malice that made you shiver.

“Yet I’m his older brother, and he hasn’t looked at me once. Not a single time”

He stopped, now standing much closer than before.

”At first, I wondered what was so special about you. And then I realized that there wasn’t. You must have put some sort of spell on him, played with his mind- to manipulate him into loving you. Because why else would he act like this with someone like you?”

In the blink of an eye, his face twisted into something akin to rage, and he raises you up by the neck. Almost immediately you start clawing at him.

“Did you think no one would notice? Did you think I wouldn’t see what you did to my baby brother?” You struggle to breathe, and every second that passes that you don’t answer he gets angrier.

“Answer me!”

He drops you to the floor, scoffing. His teeth are bared as he hisses out, “You can’t even fight back.”

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Summary: You are forced to go on a mission with Bucky, someone you don’t really get along with. What happens when hydra men get their hands on you?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, drinking, mentions of drugging, references to rape, angst

Well this was longer than I intended. I maaaay write a smutty part 2 if enough people like this, but I hope you firstly just enjoy this little thing I thought of. Love you x

‘You have got to be fucking kidding me’ you groan as you open the suit door to reveal a beautiful room of crimson and black, the intoxicatingly sweet scent of roses wafting through the air. You narrow your eyes, taking in the black marble bathtub, the double shower heads, the ornate fireplace and finally - the source of your anger - the king sized double bed, a bed frame delicately covered in carvings of flowers, dusted in a fading gold.

‘I’m calling Tony’ you seethed, a bratty undertone to your voice as you direct it at the man stood at the doorway, noticing a subtle eye roll adorn his face. The phone rings as you pace around the room, heavy footsteps cushioned by the soft carpet beneath you. Meanwhile Bucky moved to place your bags down on the dresser beneath the window, getting one of the straps caught between the plates on his arm, cursing under his breath as he begins to aggressively pull and twist.

Unsurprisingly, the phone continues to ring until you hear a voice from the other end say ‘Tony Stark is unavailable right now, please leave a message after the bee...’, before angrily pressing the red button on your phone to hang up. ‘Fuck. I am not sharing a bed with you, Barnes. I already hate you enough, no need to make it worse’ you warn him as you toss your phone onto the bed and run your fingers through your hair, a small action which you tend to do when stressed.

‘Obviously not doll’ Bucky breathed as he finally freed the bag from between the plates of his vibranium arm, trying to play it off so you wouldn’t laugh at him. You sighed in relief, a hand on your chest as you turn to look at him.‘Oh thank the gods. I’m sure you’ll be fine on the floor so...’ you started before Bucky held up a hand to shut you up. ‘We won’t be sharing a bed because you’ he explained, poking his metal finger lightly in your chest as he smiled down on you, ‘...will be sleeping on the floor’.

Your mouth fell slightly open, not from surprise though. You knew going on this mission was going to take a lot out of you. You and Bucky were sent on this mission by Tony and Bruce to attend one of those fancy rich people auctions as a fake couple. Your task was to intercept a small branch of hydra trying to sell illegal weapons on the black market. Natasha sniffed them out weeks ago, but she had to go help mother fucking Clint with some shit. I don’t know, or care. It’s Clint. Anyway, Tony promised he would book you a room with 2 separate beds, as you had specifically requested, but looks like the literal billionaire couldn’t even sort that one out.

‘You must be joking’ you snapped back in annoyance, glaring into his crystalline blue eyes which sparkled not so innocently with mischief. ‘Do I look like it?’ he replied, a smirk playing on his annoyingly perfect lips. ‘Do you really think I’m going to sleep on the floor?’ you questioned furiously, gazing upon Bucky with hatred by now. ‘I’d rather you not sleep here at all. That way I wouldn’t even have to look at your face’ he answers carelessly, shooting you a sarcastic smile. You rolled your eyes with an exaggerated flare, glaring at him before shoving past him to grab your bag. ‘Fine. You win this time Bucky. See you at the auction at 9’ you spoke calmly, making sure to bump into him roughly as you made your way over to the door. ‘Wait y/n I didn’t mean...’ you heard his deep voice grumble as you slammed the door as hard as you could. Now, how to get a new room?

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Pushing the door to your new room open, you were faced with a small single bed, a cramped bathroom and an old desk. It was still quite fancy compared to the hotels you stayed in as a child, but it was nothing compared to the room Bucky had forced you out of. Not really worth flashing that worker in the lobby for, but at least you got the room for free.

It was already 7:50 in the afternoon, and you had little over an hour before you had to be there. You flicked on the lights, and unzipped your bag. You were to wear a silky black dress with a low cut V, a slit down the side to reveal one of your legs and a skirt that fell elegantly to the floor, more than long enough to cover up the knife which will be strapped to your thigh. You spent almost all your time on making your hair and makeup look perfect, giving yourself just under 10 minutes to pull on the dress and a pair of strappy black heels. You lost your shit trying to reach the zipper at the back of the dress, furiously pulling up your thigh holster and sliding in your sharpest knife. You stormed out of the room, racing up the stairs in those heels like a queen to bitch boy’s room. You pounded on it with a clenched fist.

‘Open up’ you yelled through the door. It opened up fast enough, to reveal Bucky standing there in a black suit, in the process of doing up his tie, filling it out perfectly with his bulging muscles, smelling like heaven. Not that he looked good or anything. Definitely not hot. Nope. Bucky sort of stumbled over himself as you brushed past him, gesturing for him to shut the door with your manicured hand. As he spun back around after shutting the door, you caught his eyes trailing over your figure, subtly wide in surprise. ‘Eyes up here boy, I thought you didn’t want to have to look at me’ you whistled, pointing with your fingers. ‘Zip me up. Quickly’ you demanded, turning around.

There was a short pause before you felt Bucky’s warm breath tickle the back of your neck as his cold metal fingers gently brushed against your lower back. He zipped you up carefully, taking your hair in his flesh hand and pulling it gently to the side, sending shivers up and down your spine. God his touch made your skin burn. Before he could say anything else, you reached over to grab his knife, tossing it swiftly so it missed his head by an inch, tip landing firmly in the wooden doorframe. ‘Let’s go’ you motioned with your head, leaving Bucky with his mouth open, eyes burning into your back as he watched you leave, speechless.

You arrived at the auction just in time, showing your passes to the security guards positioned either side of the grand entrance. The knife was digging into your leg, but there was nothing you could currently do about it. You and Bucky swiftly entered, observing and mapping out the area in your heads in case a quick getaway was needed. There was the main stage, with strange looking items laid out across it, including what looked like the stolen tech Nat had described to you. There was the bar, with important looking business men sat beside it ordering drinks and talking about money and sex. There were relatively few women, but those who were present were dressed to the nines. Pearls, diamonds and emeralds sparkled tauntingly from their necks and ears, with dresses that cost more than your entire wardrobe.

You pushed down the tang of jealousy you felt as you thought about how easy these people had it. They can buy anything they want, do anything they want, and be anyone they want. Pulling your thoughts back down to earth, you gently reached out a hand to Bucky’s firm shoulder, pushing slightly so he would lean down to your height. He was pretty fucking tall, after all. ‘I’ll take the bar, that prick gives me hydra vibes. You go do what your good at and be a fuckboy, and try to get something useful out of the ladies. Double tap your earpiece if you’re in danger’ you whispered into his ear, plastering on a fake ass smile to make it seem to anyone watching like you’re just sharing something wonderful with your husband. Being so close to him made you feel all warm and tingly, and it made you slightly nervous. Little did you know, as much as Bucky had an affect on you, he was affected by you just as much if not even more.

You both went in opposite directions. Rubbing your hand up the suspicious looking man’s arm, you turned on your flirty charm and began working. ‘What’s a handsome man like you doing without a girl on your arm’ you drawled, noticing the man gesture quickly with a nod of his head for the man beside him to kindly fuck off. You sat down on the barstool, moving your hand to play with your hair. Men fell for that shit every time. ‘Waiting for someone like you’ the man flirted back, leaning in slightly making you want to cringe. ‘Oh please, I bet every women in here has gone up to you already, Mr...’ you trailed off, trying the most basic trick to getting a name. ‘Please darling, call me Eric’ he replied quickly, eagerly. ‘Let me buy you a drink. A body like yours should be treated with the upmost respect’ he spoke, as more off a demand than a question. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat at the mention of your body, internally screaming at how little respect he seemed to have for women.

As the man turned to the bartender, you quickly spun your head around to try and look for Bucky. Mother fucker had 3 girls all over him. What do you care though, your not actually married and he can do whatever he wants. If the bitch boy wants to fuck them, who cares? Not you, that’s for sure. You keep telling yourself that. You shook your head, turning your attention to the man who was now holding 2 glasses of rosé. You actually really loved rosé, so at least the drink might be nice. As he tapped his glass against yours to produce a satisfying clink, you brought the thin glass to your painted lips. The rosé was delicious and you hummed contently, but there was a slightly salty taste to it. Must be an older brand. You drank and talked with the man for a few more minutes, asking him about his job and his family. You thought you were getting somewhere valuable when you suddenly felt your head start to spin. What the fuck. You knew you were a lightweight, but not like this. You felt your mouth go dry as you looked up at the man. The bitch was smiling.

‘W...what did you do to me?’ you slurred, feeling your mind cloud and your muscles weaken with every passing second. ‘It’s ok gorgeous, it will wear of when I’m done with you. Let’s take you somewhere more private, hm? the man’s voice echoed in your ear as he gripped you roughly by the waist and started moving with you by his side to the door. That’s going to bruise. You tried to move your arm to press your earpiece signalling Bucky for help, but your arm felt weird and tired, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lift it up that high. Instead, you opted for trying to reach for your knife but the man who was sat beside the other previously caught your wrist aggressively and smirked, the 2 men sharing a god awful look. It made you want to crawl inside your skin and die. It was at that moment that it dawned upon you what exactly they wanted to do with you, with your body. You had to escape, except you couldn’t. It was too late. You were outnumbered and could feel your consciousness slipping. You don’t remember much beyond that point. A gun branded with the hydra symbol. An explosion. The taste of blood in your mouth. Cold metal on your shoulder. Shouting, screaming, crying. Black.

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Your eyes shot open, a head splitting migraine crushing your skull. What the fuck happened, and where the fuck were you? You felt something warm behind you, holding you close and breathing slowly. It smelt heavenly. You took a moment, taking a few slow, deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. You pulled the blanket off of your body to reveal a human arm curled securely around your waist, your dress still hugging your body, but the knife was gone. Your mind was still foggy, and you were confused as to why a man’s arm was grasping you. Something snapped in you as some memory of what those men tried to do came back to you, and you felt tears blur your already clouded vision.

Pulling the arm off, you pushed yourself up slowly, turning to look at what was beside you. Your eyes softened when you saw who it was. Bucky was lying beside you in the bed in the original suit, still wearing his suit and loosened tie. He looked so beautiful and peaceful like this. Your look quickly turned to one of concern as you noticed his suit was covered in fresh blood, a few cuts and grazes sprinkled across his handsome face. Your gut twisted and you felt sick as you felt the pain which Bucky must have felt receiving those. Fucking empathy. You reached out mindlessly to run your finger over one of the deeper cuts, but a metal arm flew to catch your wrist in an instant, his eyes shooting open.

‘Oh my god you’re up, you scared me y/n’ he said as his face instantly relaxed and he moved his arm from your wrist to your cheek, brushing away a tear you hadn’t noticed had fallen. ‘What the fuck happened Bucky?’ you asked, hand moving to your head in pain. ‘Shit does it hurt? Are you ok? How do you feel?’ he tried to ask but you wanted answers. Why was he being so nice? You softly batted away his arm and turned to face him in the bed. He sat up. ‘What happened, Bucky’ you asked, sternly this time.

‘Those hydra fuckers must have drugged you or something. I saw them trying to touch you, carrying you out of the room, you looked like you were dead, y/n. I set of a small explosion, nothing dangerous, just enough to get all the civilians shitting their pants and running out, but the building started to collapse. When I got to you they tried to shoot me, the gunshots went of right by your ear. Might explain the headache. I got you out though, thank the gods’ he explained, genuine concern in his eyes.

‘Where are they now?’ you asked trying to get out of bed but feeling another wave of dizziness hit you like a truck. You sat down. Bucky looked down and twiddled your knife between his fingers. ‘Dead’ he replied softly. ‘I killed most of them. I couldn’t get the one who spiked your drink. The blood isn’t mine’. Your hand flew to your mouth automatically. Obviously you had killed before, it wasn’t the death that shocked you. It was the fact he had risked his life like that just to save someone he claimed to hate so much.

‘Why?’ you blurted out, reaching out a hand to tilt his head up gently to look at you. Your heart was skipping every other beat. ‘I don’t know what I would have done if something would have happened to you, y/n’ he replied simply, eyes lingering on your lips as yours lingered on his. ‘They were going to...’ you whispered, before Bucky reached a flesh hand out to cup the side of your face, quickly whispering back ‘I know doll, I know. I was never going to let them do that to you’. ‘But I thought you hated me?’ you sighed, watching conflicting emotions dance in his eyes. You didn’t notice how you held your breath, or how dry your throat was, or how your headache seemingly disappears as your lips finally brushed against the winter soldier’s when he pulled you in, answering your question.

It was so gently, his metal hand sliding down to your waist and pulling you closer to him. You wrapped your hands around his neck as you moved to straddle his lap, feeling his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You opened your mouth to let him in, moaning gently at the feeling of your tongue brushing against his. You kissed him with passion, and he kissed you with longing, both emotions mixing together and causing a comforting warmth to spread all over your body. He pulled away. You frowned. ‘Why’d you stop?’ Bucky laughed lightly and you felt the vibrations from his voice travel through you pleasantly. ‘We still have work to do’ he replied simply, pulling that dazzling smile of his you so rarely saw. ‘I still hate you Bucky’ you mumbled in annoyance.

He lifted you of him with ease, holding you up kindly and making sure you could stand on your own. You wobbled a bit on those 4 inch fucking heels he hadn’t bothered to remove from your feet, but gained your balance and reached for your knife that lay dangerously on the bed. Bucky began to walk to the door. ‘Wait...we aren’t gonna talk about...’ you didn’t finish your sentence, as Bucky had turned around and interrupted smugly ‘about you wanting to fuck me? Later doll, we have shit to do now’. It was his turn to leave, and your turn to watch him walk out. ‘Fucking wanker’ you muttered under your breath as you followed. ‘I heard that’ he shouted from outside the room. It was time to kill the fucker who dared to drug you.

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