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archangel-seraphiel · 8 months

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Love of my life

Crowley X Nephalem!Reader (f) X Aziraphale

Warnings: Angst, sadness, comfort, leading to fluff and maybe light smut in the next parts

Part 1

English isn't my first language, please pardon me. This is my first story, too!

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The stars shimmered on the velvet night sky as you sat on the balcony of your apartment, all alone. The feathers of your softly glittering wings gently swayed in the fresh breeze, silence put its heavy blanket around you.

You held onto your cup of hot chocolate, gazing at the sky. A sigh escaped your lips. You felt alone.

You never really had a family; you were a mistake, something that shouldn't have been born in the first place. Nephalem like you were rare, for the reason that they usually got rid of as soon and fast as possible. But at the point, they weren't aware of what you were.

Nephalem are Angel-Demon-offsprings with immense powers. You couldn't care less though. You never wanted to side with either one of them, and just wanted peace. Which is why you led a normal life, among humans. Only in solitude and night you would spread your wings in comfort.

After a while, you fell asleep on your cozy seat, drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

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You walked through London, early in the morning. The park wasn't so crowded yet, you enjoyed that. You sat down on a bench, taking out a book from your bag to read.

You forgot about time, and probably sat there for hours. You didn't even notice the lots of people that went past you, alone, with friends or with their dogs.

"Would you mind if I sit here?" A voice said. It wasn't the voice that disrupted you, but rather the aura the Person was surrounded by. Definitely not human. You looked up from your book to see a man dressed in a light suit and a friendly smile. "Of course, take a seat" you said and shifted a little to the side to provide more space. "Thank you, mylady" he said, and sat down. "I see you have quite a good taste in books." You glanced over to the man. You weren't really set up for a conversation, you were quite shy around strangers. "Oh, I kind of read anything I get my hands on." A simple answer from your side. You felt his aura so strong at this point, you knew what he was.

An angel. But what does he want from you? Did they find you? Does heaven want to cage you in now? You started to get nervous, your head exploding with questions. The man seemed to notice. "Did I say something wrong?" He asked concerned as you quickly got up and left, without even saying goodbye. He got up too but didn't follow. "Wait, miss, your book!" He said, reaching a hand out after you. But you were off into the nowhere already.

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-Aziraphale's POV-

"Crowley, she was most definitely a rarity. Believe it or not, I'm sure she is more than just an angel" Aziraphale said to his friend, who sat opposite to him in a cafe. He was so struck by meeting you this morning, he had to tell Crowley right away about it. "And? Even if, why would we care. There's lots of weird ethereal beings out and about." The demon said, taking a sip of his espresso. "No, not like that. She beamed of angelic grace but something was off. She seemed scared of me. I know that she must have felt my angelic presence." Aziraphale was concerned. He was sad that he might have scared you away.

He saw you in the park and immediately caught interest in you. Your whole being drew him in like a beautiful piece of art. "Aziraphale. Stop overthinking about it. It's just a girl you thought was cute, that's all." Crowley sighed. "There is no such thing as angel-mix-whatever-thingies. They get eliminated as soon as birth happened, if not before already." Crowley must be right, Azira thought. They changed conversations, but Azira just couldn't get you out of his mind. "I need to give that girl her book back."

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-Your POV-

After the Meeting with the angel, which was your first in thousands of years, your mind went crazy. You fled to your apartment, closed off everything and hid in your bed. You were scared. Scared as you've never been. Trembling and heavily breathing. You always tried to surpress your aura as good as possible. Was it not hidden well enough this time? Has it really come to an end for you now?

On the other side, he didn't seem like he wanted to harm you. He would've acted right away if he was to take you in for heaven. You remember his eyes, and his beautiful aura. You lost yourself in the memory of his eyes for a moment before you shook your head. Are you going crazy now? A stranger angel you see for the first time, and you already fall for their eyes? You let yourself fall back, laying straight on your back.

You probably overreacted, you thought, as you warmed another cup of cocoa later. It was your save haven after stressy days. With the cup in your hand you went to your window. It was rainy tonight. Typical weather. No stars to be seen, just clouds. A sky as clouded as your mind.

You sat down on the soft carpet, and with a light fluffy sound your wings spread across the room. Unlike most others, you had 6 Wings instead of two. A little bit like the Seraphim. 2 on your head, 2 on your back and 2 on your lower back. They were slightly transparent, of silky white colour. The tips of the wings faded into darkness, with glittering spots like the most beautiful stars one could imagine. But except you, noone has ever seen them.

You wrapped your wings around you, covering your eyes and body. You always liked to imagine it as a hug that you've never gotten. And with that hug, your day had ended. But this time, you wouldn't sleep dreamless, but rather with the image of a certain angel in your head.

You decided to get your mind off the happenings of yesterday and took a stroll through the city. You were a mousy, yet pretty lady. You didn't want to attract too much attention.

You came across a certain bookshop you always felt drawn to, but never dared going in. It seemed like a shop with not too many customers, so whoever owned it would surely notice you.

But today you took all your confidence and went in. With a little ring above your head you entered and got greeted by a friendly "Hello! Have a look around, I'll be with you right away!" You froze.

The voice was all too familiar.

The voice was now accompanied by a figure coming from behind the shelves, and your guess was right.

"Oh, it's you again!" The man beamed, coming closer. "Please don't leave right away, I didn't want to scare you. You forgot your book, too!"

You felt overrun, but were too struck to leave now. "oh uh... thank you.. I'm sorry for yesterday I... I didn't mean to run away like that" you stammered, looking to the ground. He stepped closer. "My name is Aziraphale. Would you mind sharing your name with me?" "(Y/n)." You said, looking him straight in the eyes. "You're a principality, yes? Guardian of the eastern gate?" The words spilled out of your mouth. Did you really just ask that? Aziraphale blinked surprised. "Well yes, I certainly am. But how do you know that? Are you an angel too?" He knew you were, stupid question. "Uh, kinda.." you scratched your head. "I don't like talking about it. It's a rough topic." And with that the door of the bookshop flew open, a red headed man bursting in. "Angel, there's a demon in your bookshop I sense it!" He growled, furrowed his brows and stared right at you. And this was the moment you wanted to snap your fingers and sink into the ground. "But Crowley, she's an angel!" Aziraphale protested. Crowley came closer, surely not trusting you. "What in hell's name are you, girl?" You sighed, sadly. Just as you thought, you met a nice ethereal being like you, it got destroyed again. "A Nephalem."

Silence.

"Who were your parents?" He straightened up, glaring at you. "Crowley that is none of your business!" Aziraphale said, standing protectively in front of you. You smiled a little at that, but stepped forward to face the demon. "My mother was Jophiel. My father, I don't know. I am no harm to anyone, I just want peace. I'm sorry if I bothered." You explained, bowing your head a little. You knew, compared to them you're just a little youngling and had to show some respect. You were merely about 2000 years old.

Silence laid heavily on the bookshop. Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other. Aziraphale went up to you and took your hands. "We aren't bothered by you. After this whole Armageddon thing we're just.. cautious. But I felt right away you are no harm."

Crowley came closer to you now too, eyed you up and down. "Sorry mylady. I didn't mean to be rude, just making sure you ain't here to turn us into mincemeat."

You smiled lightly. This could be the beginning of a great friendship.

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thelighthousestale · 4 months

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A Miraculous Christmas Moment

James wasn’t sure if the Christmas market was unusual because it was a Muggle market or because it was in London.

Then again the market in Godric’s Hollow was run by the Muggle Town Council so it must be London that was different. It was larger than he thought it would be, and busier. You don’t get many tourists to Godric’s Hollow unless it's to stop by for lunch on the way to a more tourist-friendly destination like Cheddar Gorge or some medieval abbey.

London was just too much. He honestly didn’t know what Sirius loved about living in the city so much. Lily’s apprenticeship at the apothecary was in London so they decided to live there for now but James was truly itching to get back to the wide open spaces and lush landscapes of his youth - either in the Scottish Highlands or the West Country. London was too large, too crowded, too smoggy, too noisy. James was too much of a country boy. Christmas means going to see the choir singing in the small stone church, it means going to the pub and having a pint with your neighbor, it means helping the shops in town put up lights and wreaths around the town square. Christmas is small, cozy, and warm. As far as James could tell, Christmas in London was a strategic plan to make people spend more money than they had to to have a miraculous Christmas moment.

But at least the warm nuts he bought from one of the stalls in the market were good.

“Oh, James, look! Handmade glass ornaments!” James felt a tug on his hand as his wife (and how unbelievably exciting was it to call Lily his wife! He didn’t care that they’d been married since August. He was going to live the rest of his life thrilled that the most beautiful and intelligent witch agreed to marry him.) dragged him towards another small booth. “Aren’t they pretty?” Lily pointed a gloved finger to one of the baubles.

James popped another chestnut in his mouth and gave a little hum in agreement as he looked around the surrounding stalls until he finally saw something amusing. “Hey look, Lil! Look at this!”

“It’s a nutcracker, James.”

“Yes, but look, it’s wearing a rat head with a crown on it! How funny! I should get one for Wormtail.” James picked up the wooden nutcracker and chuckled at the inside joke, “You don’t think he has one does he?”

“Probably not,” Lily laughed with James as she looked it over with him.

“I don’t understand though, why the rat face? The others just look like normal wooden soldiers.” James frowned as he looked at the stall to see if there were other funny animal-headed nutcrackers. “You think this Muggle just has a thing for rats?”

“No, James!” With a large laugh, Lily swatted James' arm and shook her head. “You wizards are so stubbornly ignorant, I swear. It’s from the ballet, you know, ‘The Nutcracker’.”

“I do not know that ballet or any ballets come to think of it…”

“Well, The Nutcracker is a very famous one. My mum took me and Petunia up to Birmingham when we were little to see it one Christmas. It’s about a girl who is given a magical nutcracker by her godfather at Christmas and then she goes on some adventures and in one of the adventures the nutcracker, who had come to life, fights the rat king.” Lily then took a moment to think before continuing, “Tuney loved the ballet when we saw it. When we came home she announced that she would be a ballerina and spent the next few weeks twirling around the house. But Cokeworth doesn’t have a dance studio and even if it did I doubt Mum and Dad could afford the lessons. Did you know ballet dancers go through new shoes practically every month? Petunia was really upset when she realized she couldn’t be a dancer and declared that ballet was stupid and only snobs like it and threw out the ballerina doll that Mum had bought her for Christmas.”

James gave Lily’s hand a little squeeze, he didn’t have many kind things to say about Lily’s sister so he learned not to say much at all and changed the subject, “I think Wormy will like the rat king. Maybe we can get him a crown of his very own and they can match.”

Lily agreed that the rat king would be a funny gift and as they wandered around the market some more, they pointed out other things for sale that amused them (“Look electric candles, Lily! What’s the point of that!” “James, stop yelling and pointing you’re like a toddler.”) (“Oh, James, listen to this music box!” “That’s a horrendous sound, let’s get one for your sister.”) and stopped to buy some hot chocolate (“This would be better with some whiskey in it.” “James, were you carrying that flask the whole time!” “Might’ve been...” “Well, pass it over then. I can’t believe you were holden out on me.”)

Eventually, they made their way out of the market and into the hustle and bustle of the London evening streets. As they passed the steps of a church James could hear a choir singing from inside (“Mary, did you know that your baby boy would save our sons and daughters?”) and he took Lily’s hand once again and led her to one of the many bridges that crossed over the Thames. Lily leaned on the bridge with her elbows on the side wall, supporting her weight, as she looked out over the city lights. James stood behind her with his arms wrapped tight around her.

Lily turned in his arms until they were facing each other and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you?”

“Christmas in London is nice but I think I’m looking forward to next year more.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and I know we said taking the floo to work every day was too risky with Death Eaters tracking the network but I could still apparate couldn’t I?”

“You could.” James felt his eyes narrow as he looked at his wife. What was Lily getting at? Could she really be suggesting -

“So maybe we don’t have to wait for my apprenticeship to be up for us to move. Maybe we can leave the city in the new year?”

“You want to leave London?”

“Yes, well it is too crowded and noisy, isn’t it? I think we’d be much happier in Godric’s Hollow. I mean we are there every weekend practically anyway.”

James moved his hands to grasp Lily’s face. “I’d live anywhere with you Mrs. Potter, you know that right?”

“Yes, but you’d be much happier in the country.”

James could hear the bells of Westminster Palace chime as he bent down and kissed Lily softly on the lips. Her lips were cold from the winter evening air and determined to warm her up he deepened the kiss until he felt her warm breathy sigh on his face. “I’m happiest with you. Merry Christmas, Mrs. Potter.”

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Potter.”

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aquagirl1978 · 2 years

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Can you do a react about if you and chevaliers fraction (separately please) got into a fight and they raised their voice/hit something and the reader flinched btw your writing is wonderful! Have a good day/night

Thank you so much for the request and the kind words!

IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - MC REACTS TO FIGHT WITH SUITOR

Chevalier Michel

It was not often that the second prince raised his voice.

So, on the rare occasions that he did, it was reason to be concerned.

"Simpleton." The single word was loud and sharp like a whip crack in the air.

Your body jerked at his tone, quickly turning around from the bookshelf where you were returning a book.

"None of these were returned properly." In his arms was at least half a dozen books, to which he was frowning at.

He placed them down on a table nearby. You froze in your spot as he stalked over towards you; you knew he was not pleased. He prized those books above all else and this was a job he entrusted you with. And you failed.

He stared down at you, his ice blue eyes cold and piercing, as he roughly plucked the book out of your hand. "That does not belong there."

You let out a small sigh as you felt your body shrink under his gaze.

He raised his arm, and you flinched. Just slightly. And then his expression softened, his gloved hand awkwardly stroking your hair.

You looked up at him in confusion.

"You must be a real fool if you think I have not noticed you are overworking yourself." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "How many times have I told you that work can wait?"

"But your books..."

"Nothing is more important than you, not even my books," he murmured into your hair, placing a kiss on the crown of your head.

Clavis Lelouch

"Why are you so friendly with him?"

His voice was calm, quiet even, when he asked you this question in the rose garden.

"Who are you talking about?"

"My brother." His answer was quick and plain, and yet, you shivered knowing exactly which of his seven brothers he meant.

"I am only doing my job as Belle. I am required to get to know each prince..."

"Yes, I am well aware of your duties. The very same ones that led you to get to know me, right?"

"That's not fair." Your voice rang through the rose garden; you didn't care who heard you at this point. Clavis was being unfair, unreasonable.

"Is it, Belle?" You sighed sadly when he didn't call you by your name but rather that title. He approached you, his face so close you could feel his warm breath on yours. "You cozy up with the each of us."

"Enough! You know I am not like that. Why does it bother you so much anyway?"

He took your chin in his hand, making sure your eyes were on him. "Because I hate my brother." His words were not loud, but rather they carried with them a chill that could have frozen the entire garden.

Your body trembled slightly before him. You had never seen such anger in him, and it terrified you.

"I don't want to lose you to him. I can't; I won't."

You relaxed slightly at this revelation, and you offered Clavis a small smile.

"You silly man. How many times do I have to tell you I love you and only you?" Clavis looked at you dumbfounded. To prove your point, you grabbed him by the lapels, and kissed him, reassuring him that your heart belonged to him.

Nokto Klein

"What's wrong?" Nokto had been acting strange all evening, and you couldn't figure out why.

"It's nothing." He shrugged off your question and his coat as you entered his room.

Afraid he was retreating behind his walls once again, you sat nervously on the couch as you watched him pace the room.

"Maybe I should go back to my room?" You suggested, wanting to perhaps give him some space.

He turned around from his desk where he was reading some documents. He crumpled the piece of paper in his hands, eventually letting it drop to the floor. "Is that what you think I need now? To be left alone?" Despite the harsh edge to his voice, there was an unmistakable sadness in those crimson eyes.

You winced hearing his words. It wasn't just his tone, but the words themselves. How could you even suggest leaving him when he so desperately needed you?

Standing up, you crossed the room to him. Taking his hands in yours, you gazed into his eyes, standing strong for him when he needed you. "Talk to me. Please."

And he did. He told you about the trouble he had been having with this one ambassador, and how if negotiations did not work out, there could be some real problems for Rhodolite.

"Do you want to know the worst part of it all?" he asked quietly.

Nodding, you caressed his cheek with your thumb. Leaning into your touch, he continued. "All this extra work, added meetings with the ambassador, extended visits out of town, it all takes me away from you." He averted his gaze for a moment. "I'm sorry I snapped earlier."

Your heart filled with love, you leaned in, kissing him, his lips hungry and needy for yours. A much-needed reminder that you will always be there for him.

Luke Randolph

"Hey, Emma, can you help us out?" Rio asked when he saw you making your way through the garden.

"Sure, what's up?" You joined them on the setee, sitting between Rio and Luke.

"We were enjoying all these treats made with honey, and the problem is..."

"The problem is," Luke interjected, cutting off Rio. "Is that this guy here thinks that these cookies are superior to Yves' homemade honey cakes."

Stifling a laugh, you enjoyed watching the two grown men bicker over sweets. "Boys, there's an easy solution. I'll taste both and let you know which is best."

"Here, Emma, try this." Luke handed you a plate with a slice of Yves' cake on it.

You took a large bite; it was so delectable, it practically melted on your tongue. "Mhmm, that is so good." Luke beamed, clearly pleased with your response.

Rio grabbed your hand, pulling your attention to him. "Emma, have you tried these honey galettes from the new bakery in town?"

Luke scoffed. "How dare you say that anything is better than Yves' baking?"

Rio's brow wrinkled in frustration. "Let Emma be the judge of that." He handed you a large cookie, from which you took a nibble.

It was crisp, delectable, and sweet; you might even call it heavenly. You put the cookie on the tray and closed your eyes as a soft, pleased sigh left your lips.

"Emma!" Luke's voice was raised as he slammed a fist on the table, rattling the tray. You flinched, having not seen Luke this angry before.

"I'm sorry?"

Luke frowned, disappointed. "Emma, I thought you were on my side?"

You scooted closer to Luke and offered him the cookie. "I am. But have you tried this cookie?"

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scarlikebite · 3 months

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Hello, I’m Scarlett or Scar. I’m a biromantic and demisexual just trying to survive and get a little enjoyment out of life along the way.

I run another blog on here for mostly mha fanfic writing and wanted a place for my other fixations and personal ramblings though you’ll obviously find mha content here too, I’m sure.

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fakesurprise · 10 months

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A Hidey Whole

The universe is unique in that it is the universe (which covers everything a universe could be, and much else besides) but there are other spaces like it. That’s how the wandering magician explains such things, badly. This one looks like a cozy, family-friendly bar but we walked here through something like a door that made my ears pop and the god inside me cower just a little. Even Jay says his skin is itchy (‘but not the good kind of itchy’). The wandering magician says nothing, but his forehead is bright with sweat during the walk. We are somehow safe but far from the universe: I don’t think he has any power here, but I can’t be certain.

There are no staff. No windows, which is probably a blessing. No source of light but something that approximates light exists. The wandering magician squeezes my right hand once before letting go. Jay just looks about in excitement, because adventures and eleven but mostly because Jay.

“You wanted to speak with us?” the magician says mildly.

Moshe appears. The creature is impossibly beautiful, a distraction from it being a Walker of the Far Reaches, which is something akin to being a magician for the spaces Outside the universe. I don’t pretend to understand that; I just know that the Power that Moshe serves is scary even to Jay.

“I did.” Moshe has a glass in one hand, sipping it.

Jay has moved to hide behind me warily. I try to hide my own fear at that.

“What do you want?” I snap.

“To offer a warning in a - neutral place. Jay is still eleven -.”

I feel Jay’s grin of pride behind me.

“- but he is being Noticed. The universe is not large: a small, stable place in the vastness you call Outside. I do not understand how the universe was made, nor how it endures. But Jay’s influence cannot be unnoticed, no matter how good he is at hiding.”

“I am right here,” Jay says.

“I am aware.” Moshe’s voice is dryer than dust. “And I am not the only one aware of you. This place is shielded and protected -.”

I cough. “Jay is still sending messages to people on tumblr.”

Moshe starts visibly. “That is NOT possible.”

“I can’t forget other adventures when having this one,” Jay says, as if that is completely obvious.

I glance over at the wandering magician, and he is so carefully not smiling.

“What are you?” Moshe says, focused on Jay.

“Jaysome,” Jay says, looking baffled.

“Moshe.” He turns to look at the magician. What passes between them is mostly unspoken.

“This situation cannot endure -,” Moshe begins.

“Jay. You mind checking on some dinosaurs for a few minutes?” the magician says.

“Okay, Honcho!”

Jay vanishes. Moshe stares at the spot, then at both of us. His expression is a mixture of power and fear.

“Jay is eleven. He is innocent. You will not take that from him,” the magician says.

“And how will you stop me?”

The wandering magician smiles. Thin, sharp and nasty. “Because it is mine to take, and not yours.”

Even here, his power to speak truth which cannot be ignored drives Moshe back a step.

The magician isn’t looking at me. I hope he didn’t see what I tried to hide when hearing those words. There are truths no one should ever hear.

“Push me further, and I will call upon power I should not,” he says, soft and seeming calm, magician even in this space and place.

Moshe stares into the magician, then at me. It is less being crushed, and more being peeled open from the inside out. Moshe’s gaze feels - like nothing, as Jay appears again, and the full force of Moshe’s will collides with Jay. Who does not even notice.

Jay grins. Moche steps back.

“Go,” Moshe says flatly.

We vanish through hungry emptiness that tastes of stale regrets and fists almost swung.

I remember how to breathe, because Jay is hugging me.

“It is a place to hide,” the wandering magician tells me. “There are few hidey holes you can trust: that is mostly one.”

Jay is dragging us to another adventure before I can ask for details, which I know is not a coincidence. But I let it go, because sometimes we must do that or go mad. And I couldn’t afford to do that, not not and not ever.

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wolfpants · 1 year

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Hello hello!

Dear wolfie, my sister gifted me a trip to edinburgh next year for my birthday and i'm so excited! (it's a bit of an early gift because we have to organize basically everything but she knew i've been wanting to go and she thought i might just pack a bag and leave, that's how bad i want to go, so she had to tell me)

One of the first thoughts i had was you lmao i was like oh i have to ask them if there's a couple of places i should definitely see and things to do, obviously the classic places yes but maybe there's something i'm missing (i really don't want that to sound like i'm looking for a tour guide so sorry if it's weird)

Anyway, thank you for sharing your writing you are absolutely one of my favorite authors out here xx

Lovely anon, I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get to this for you.

And hurrah! What a lovely gift! I hope you enjoy Scotland while you're here! I mean, I know I'm biased but, it's wonderful.

As for things to do in and around Edinburgh, here's a list of my favourites:

The Botanics - plants and trees! Wide open spaces! A really lovely cafe! And just beside it, one of my favourite areas in Edinburgh...

... Dean Village! This is a protected area of Edinburgh and host to historic and untouched buildings dating back to the 19th Century! The water of Leith also runs through it, and if you follow that you can get to Stockbridge, which is a really nice part of town for cafes, boutique shopping, and just wandering around. The farmers market on Saturdays is brilliant too. Also has some nice charity shops and the Oxfam bookshop which is amazing for vintage volumes and coffee table books. Rare Birds and Golden Hare are also two very good bookshops in the area.

Leith is a cool place to check out if you're into beer/brewing (Campervan is worth a look at), and there is some good shopping up that way too and a nice walk along the Shore.

On the other side of town you have the Old Town and St Giles Cathedral which hosts lots of classical concerts and recitals if that's your thing, and I highly recommend booking a ghost walking tour while you're here. They're cheesy, but really fun and a must for first time visitors. Also, my favourite place in all of the city is Edinburgh Castle. It's expensive, but well worth it if you're a history buff. If you don't want to do the tour though, you don't have to pay to visit the platform.

Little gems around the city: Mary's Milk Bar (best ice cream ever), Dragonfly (amazing cocktails), Wings (for chicken wings and nuggets and about a million different sauces), Armstrongs (a few outlets - second hand/vintage), Paradise Palms (queer-friendly bar with amazing veggie and vegan food and fantastic music), The Salt Horse (cozy brewery shop/pub with great scran), the Cameo cinema (old school cinema up in a really cute area of town where you can also grab an amazing breakfast at Tree House).

This list isn't extensive but these are just a few things I love!

If you fancy a day trip outside of Edinburgh, I'd suggest hopping on the train (or bus) to: Linlinthgow, South Queensferry, Crail, North Berwick. I'm a sea lover and live on the coast myself so I'm a bit biased!

Have fun while you're here!!!!

#ask #anon #sorry it's taken me 82 years

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noahhawthorneauthor · 2 years

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Inside Thitwhistle's and the mind of an immortal who has never had friends. (Phantom and Rook)

I’m elbows deep in dish water and my muddied thoughts when a familiar voice sounds from the other side of the counter behind me.

I swallow something heavy, dry my hands off and make sure to pull my hoodie sleeves down past my wrists before turning to face Quentin. I give him a smile. “Hey, Quentin. Gowan need more scones? They’re on the house, I did eat three or four of hers.”

Quentin smiles back, shoulders squared, stance tall. “No thanks, I was actually wondering if you could help me with something. I’m looking for a book.”

“Oh, sure. I’m not completely familiar with the selection yet, but there’s a computer back here that I can use. Well, once I figure it out. Follow me.” I say, gesturing to the hidden aisles of books.

The circulation desk rests on the opposite side of the dividing wall that houses the sink and appliances for the cafe. Green velvet upholstery and dark brown leather provide cozy lounge chaises and reading nooks, accented with silver embroidery.

Arlo’s touch lacks in this area, but the occasional black or gold feather flutters across the dark wood of the towering bookshelves. Aisles stretch into a seemingly endless labyrinth, offering anonymity. A few private niches and group friendly reading spaces are tucked between the aisles, often not revealing patrons until you’re right upon them. My favorite area is the least occupied and hides in the far back, under the stairs that lead to the apartments.

Quentin waits patiently while I struggle to boot the computer on, then find the right browser. My brows furrow, the desktop is a mess and full of icons. He peers over my shoulder. “Oh boy. You should have Caspian take a look at that dinosaur.”

I look back at him. “Dinosaur?”

“Yeah, that’s like twenty years old.”

I wrinkle my nose, muttering, “I must be the dustings of a fossil then.”

He chuckles nervously. “True.”

“I think Caspian most likely would rather do anything other than assist me, but thank you for the advice. Ah, here it is. What book are you looking for?”

Quentin blushes, pushing up his glasses. “Well, I feel bad now seeing how much of a hassle this is for you, but I don’t actually need a book.’

I turn from the computer to glare at him head on. “Oh.”

He adjusts his glasses. “We could really use your help, with the Game, you know? And Arlo’s worried about you.” Quentin shifts on his feet. “Your business is your business, you know? I don’t know what happened to you, but … You don’t owe us anything, or have to feel weird. I think you’re really nice, and the others do too. Caspian’s an ass, but that’s just him.”

I cross my arms, having to look away from his elegant features. He has one of those faces that can bring forth your deepest secrets and crack your heart open. Quentin should be with Arlo. He won’t disappear. He’s kind, and I know he would love Arlo so much better than I ever could.

“I appreciate that, Quentin, thank you. I don’t,” I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve … made connections, I guess you could say. Making friends is not a strong suit of mine.”

Quentin blinks in surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you make an enemy, not yet, anyway.”

I chuckle darkly, an unfamiliar feeling. “People liking you, and what you can do for them,” I finally drag my eyes up to his, “and those who are a true friend, are two very different things.”

Quentin nods solemnly. “I think I can understand that.”

We stand there, staring at each other.

“Oh, also, Kitt wanted me to tell you that she’ll be empty bright and early tomorrow morning if you still wanted to get that tattoo, if not that’s fine, too.” Quentin nods quickly. “But anyway, I’ll, um, I’ll go now. Oh, also this message is from Tobias, they’re having dinner at six tomorrow, if you wanted to come. Stop by and eat some grilled food, surprise a good mood into Arlo. We’ll all be there, talking theories.”

And fuck if that doesn’t spark my interest. “Did you come up with anything?”

“Well, we didn’t, but someone found the first painting about an hour ago, in Arlo’s studio. It’s been all over the news and social media, a few people have already submitted their guesses that it’s him. Can you imagine?”

I chuckle. “I might be able to.”

Art by @gagakumadraws

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contreparry · 2 years

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Hi and happy Friday! I’d love to see something with the prompt “pet” for dadwc!

Absolutely! Here's a snippet from the modern Warden AU I keep writing (name is going to come to me eventually!) for @dadrunkwriting!

"I don't think Duncan will approve," Bran said as Alistair desperately stretched his arms and legs out to try and hide his latest... project... from Bran. Said project wagged its stubby tail and lolled its big tongue out of its giant maw, and stared up at the two men with a friendly, doggy grin.

"It's only for a few days! I swear!" Alistair exclaimed as he lowered his arms to his sides. Despite being nearly a foot taller than him, Alistair looked rather sheepish as a red flush crept up the back of his neck and up to his ears, almost blending into his reddish brown hair. Bran

"Were you planning to hide a mabari in the stockroom for 'a few days' without anyone noticing?" Bran bit down on the inside of his lip to prevent himself from cracking. There were Rules, after all, and hiding a giant dog at work had to be breaking at least one of them. No pets allowed- but perhaps they could make an exception just this one time.

"... well when you put it that way it sounds absurd," Alistair grumbled. "But I am serious! I only need a few days to find Barkspawn a good home, and he'll be out of everyone's hair! I'd take him myself, but my landlord-"

"Doesn't allow pets, I know," Bran interrupted. He'd heard it all before at least a dozen times ("We're in Ferelden! It's practically the law to have a mabari in your home!"), but Alistair's landlord was unmoved. Alistair had taken to volunteering at the local shelter so he could spend time with animals. Bran had three guesses as to where Barkspawn came from, and the first two guesses didn't count. He sighed and tied his hair back with a hair tie on his wrist as Alistair ranted about the indignities of a Ferelden landlord who seemed to hate animals in general and dogs in particular.

"You'd think I could at least keep a tank of shrimp or something, but no, of course not," he complained. "But really, Barkspawn's an excellent pup. Very well-behaved, housebroken, loves snuggles and is food-motivated-"

"Ah. I see why you two get on," Bran said dryly. "Kindred spirits." He offered the back of his hand to the still grinning Barkspawn, who politely sniffed it before giving him a good, slobbery lick. Disgusting. Bran knelt down to give the hound a good scratch behind the ears and smiled when the dog melted under his touch. He'd always wanted a mabari: a sweet, loyal friend who wouldn't mind that he stared off into space sometimes or got lost in his studies or that he wasn't very talkative. He had found many friends in Amaranthine, ones who were endlessly patient with his oddities, but a dog-

"Ugh, you and Morrigan are terrible," Alistair said, but there was a laugh in his voice that told Bran that he wasn't too upset. The silence in the stockroom was cozy, the warm sort of silence after a good meal with friends, when you were sleepy and satiated and safe. Alistair wordlessly handed him a few dog treats from a bag, and Bran fed them to Barkspawn, who politely took each one from him fingers and ate them before licking his hand again. This must be what it's like to fall in love, Bran thought as he pet Barkspawn, long, strong strokes down the dog's spine.

"You know... my apartment allows pets," Bran said slowly. "I can take him for those few days... see how it goes."

"I can drop by with some supplies, give you some pointers," Alistair offered. Bran smiled as Barkspawn leaned his full weight against him.

"I'd like that," Bran replied.

#da drunk writing circle #my writing

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mijukiwrites · 15 days

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Prologue

Swords and Stars

Between endless fields of golden corn, ready to be harvested, lived Billy Joe and Daisy May MacMillan, a charming yet simple farmer couple. They had good amount of land, a wonderful old farmhouse, and a big barn that was in desperate need of fresh paint. Most of their days were filled with the sweet laughter of their six small grandchildren that visited often, and the faint echo of Billy Joe’s tractor whenever he was working on the fields around the farm.

One lovely morning, as Billy Joe was working around the farm, he had a brilliant idea. He had a lot of wood planks in his barn, that were not needed anymore, so he decided to build a birdhouse out of it. Not any birdhouse though. Billy Joe was a talented man when it came to woodwork. As the proud american he was, he build a miniature and bird friendly version of the White House as it stands in Washington D.C.. With a big grin on his face, he proudly painted “The White House” on top of the bird house.

Daisy May was busy inside the house that day. Their grandchildren would visit tomorrow, so Daisy May decided to bake some of her fine homemade cookies. Covered in flour she was humming to a tune, all in excitement of seeing the happy smiles of her youngest family members again.

Their cozy day however took an unexpected turn.

As Billy Joe admired all his finished farm work in the evening, a weird noise appeared above him. He didn’t bother paying attention to it, thinking it would be nothing else but an airplane. When the noise however got louder, and more unusual to what he was used to, he looked up. His eyes widened. There, above him, was a huge wooden flying object, something he has never seen before. “Daisy May, stay inside the house and don’t come out. Call the cops if you can!” the old man shouted in a heavy texas accent, out of fear for him and his beloved wife. With a dropped jaw he watched the wooden object, which seemed to be a mix between boat and space shuttle, land in the cornfield in front of him. Mr MacMillan took his screwdriver that was still next to the birdhouse and held it tight in his hand, ready to use it for self defense.

A door of the weird thing opened, and two humans with unusual hairstyling and clothing emerged. They both were very tall and slender, having straight long brown-grey hair that had some silver metal pieces and herbs braided into it. There necks were unusually long. They wore coats that were longer at the back and dark grey pants and black boots. One of them, the taller one, was carrying a strange looking plant, that had visible pollen flying around it.

Billy Joe’s heart raced as these two odd humans walked towards him with graceful, yet unfamiliar movements. They looked slightly confused at the birdhouse, then to Billy Joe. “We imagined your leaderships housing bigger, but every new civilization brings it’s own surprising traits”. The smaller one said with a big smile in broken english. They both bowed their heads slightly at Billy Joe. The smaller one spoke again.“Well then, greetings, esteemed leader. We are happy to announce your planet has been accepted into “The Merged Society Of Intergalactic And Extragalactic Universes And Subuniverses Of The United Democtratic Humanoid Non-Hostile Planets And Cultures”, short TMSOIAEUASOTUDHNHPAC or even shorter, “The United Society of Space”.

Billy Joe only looked at them with wide eyes, unable to speak.

“Are you sure that this is their leader?”, the taller one with the plant in it’s arms asked this time. “It says “The White House” right there!”, the smaller one said and gestured to the birdhouse. “It must be him. This also should be the right planet, and the translators should also work. To my knowledge, most of their species can speak without problems, maybe their leader is just slow?”

As the two weird people infront of him continued arguing about wether everything worked out according to their “plans and protocols” Billy Joe noticed Daisy May, who had emerged from the farmhouse with a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hands. With a warm smile, she handed the tray towards the two. “Would you like some fresh cookies?” she asked, stopping the argument between the two, and finally making Billy Joe move again.

The two odd looking people looked at her confused but curious, before carefully reaching out towards the cookies and grabbing one each. So did Billy Joe. “Delicious! I knew this planet was worth visiting!” the smaller one said. Hesitant at first, Billy Joe and Daisy May MacMillan started to engage in some small talk with the two. Despite the fear and confusion at the beginning, they were quickly able to bond over the cookies in a chill summer evening.

And so, in the middle of a cornfield in rural Texas, history was made. The first encounter between humans and alien lifeforms was not one of fear or violence, but of warmth and hospitality, all thanks to the sweet innocence of an elder farm couple and some fresh cookies.

#original story #original work #swords and stars

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fallen-from-venus · 1 year

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Winter, please.

I regret to inform you that a Marie Antoinette themed birthday did not occur this past October. However, the planning of an imaginary party was quite fun. But that is not the reason for this post, the reason of this post is to talk about winter and all the fun things I can dream up about that.

I was a little hard on myself for a moment because I realized all of my entries on here are just me crafting an aesthetic idea of a holiday or event, and here I am just jumping to the next. Putting my hand up, I had to stop myself and say who fucking cares. It makes my life a little more exciting and God knows we need more excitement and things to look forward to in life. So, for my overall wellbeing I am going to ignore the little pessimist in me and continue writing about things that make me happy, even if they are a little shallow or never come to fruition. Plus, along with all the wonderful things about winter, it can get a little sad and lonely sometimes. If I can make myself or maybe another feel that a little less, that’s a win. But enough with all that, let’s get into the meat of this post.

Winter. I know it’s November, but I am determined to make the most of the winter season and that means prep. Just a little aside before we continue, so were on the same page, I have never been a big winter fan. Snow sports have made it bearable, but besides that and Christmas/New Years I find it hard to enjoy the cold. I’m tired of that though, it’s an entire season and I want to find a way to like it, maybe not love because I don’t think we’re there yet, but yes, like it. Which brings me back to prep. Where I’m at we’ve had the first snow of the year, but it’s still basically fall. So, we know that winter is coming fast so we must get ready, as I have said for the third time this blurb alone. Of course I’m no expert, but I will share what I am doing personally.

First off, I’m spending as much time outdoors as I can. Vitamin D baby! Also to just feel connected to the outside world because life can feel unreal when you go to work in the dark and get off in the dark as well. Don’t talk about that wording, I don’t want to hear it, you know what I mean. I kind of love the disconnected nighttime feeling in the wintertime, but that can get really old really quick so I try to remain sane as long as possible.

Secondly, I am transforming my space into a chic cozy cocoon. Notice how I specified chic, making it look nice is very, very important. Not only does it set the mood for the season, but it’s good to start with a nice fashionable slate. Things will inevitably get shifted around or redecorated, so to save your future self some energy and stress, do the hard part now and leave the fun for later. Circling back to the rest of the room: cozy and cocoon. If winter is one thing, it’s cold. Making your environment welcoming and warm is essential during this time, and really all year round. For me bringing in a fat stack of blankets helps with that, but maybe you’re a pillows person, I don’t know.

Thirdly, I jump on gifting right away. Whatever you celebrate, if it involves gifts I highly advise to get them together sooner rather than later. And no, not in a Black Friday more bang for your buck kind of way. Rather in a stress if not very winter/holiday season friendly. Personally, I think that the whole Christmas shopping aesthetic is bullshit because it’s not fun or cute. What’s really fun and cute is the gift wrapping. So if you get all the gifts earlier you can save the wrapping for your cute little holiday experience later on in the year when its more enjoyable. Also I think that gift shopping or making can drown out all the other winter experiences and really put a damper on the mood of things if you aren’t careful.

Finally, and arguably the most important, I am planning out fun events, get togethers, and outings for the next few months. Everyone wants something to look forward to and that want is so much more pronounced in the winter, when the impromptu hangout is not as appealing as you look outside and see the snowy roads. Host a Christmas party, go see your local ballet company’s Nutcracker production, hold craft nights or cookie baking afternoons. And of course things don’t have to be themed, you could go bar hopping or try out a new restaurant in the area. Hell, you could even just volunteer at an animal shelter or a local food kitchen. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, the important part is that you get out of your routine, get out of the house, and get out of your head. I always tend to lean towards things that I have to get dressed up for because I revert towards warm and layered clothes in the winter which translates to hoodies, leggings and sweats. Nothing wrong with that, in fact I welcome it, I just have to be careful that the casualness doesn’t translate to my mindset.

Okay. This didn’t end up being what I initially planned, but that’s okay. It’s a good preface to my later posts I will write. And like I said prep is important. Personal and mental hygiene is crucial in prep. But prep also includes more superficial things too. My next post will be all about the fun and cute things I want to do this winter. And as always pictures will be included.

Ciao

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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rahatake asked: Oooh, Sfw and Nsfw hcs for what its like to share a dorm with college ! boy shikamaru 👀✨📷

THIS IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR! It was on my other blog lol. I love this one!

Hope you like it

Warnings: 18+, smut, nsfw, awfully long😩📷

SFW

Well first of all, your dorm room is big and spacious, both of you having your own bedrooms but sharing everything else. Including the bathroom.

He’s not really meticulous, but he’s not a raccoon either, so whether you’re super clean or not won’t be much of an issue because he does clean up after himself.His mom raised him well enough so best believe he has good home training.

When you first move in together you were a little shy at first because you and Shika were well acquainted friends throughout high school and kinda haven’t been in each other’s personal space like this before.

He’s actually really friendly, he always invites you for movie night or asks if you’d like to start watching something together!

When he cooks food he cooks enough for the both of you every time, and always reminds you that you’re more than welcome to eat too! His groceries are your groceries. He doesn’t like that “what’s mine is mine” bullshit.

Because you usually ask him to help you move your bedroom furniture around when you feel like a change, he’s been in there enough to conclude his own perception of you.

He can tell from all the stuffies you own that you must like cuddles?

He thinks you’re adorable and feels a need to make sure you’re always okay in the dorm.

Please text him and let him know when you’re going out and send him your location, he can’t stress about your safety enough, and he knows how problematic it is for women out there, so he tries his best to do his part and keep you and your friends out of trouble. Like giving you rides everywhere so you and your girls can get drunk or high and do all the fun stuff!

Always reminds you to study or helps you out with anything you don’t understand. He explains work that he doesn’t even study better than your professor does. He’s so helpful with your studies and makes little exams for you to take after your study breaks🥺

He does sleep a ton though, so you’re usually the one who prepares breakfast for the two of you and you like to do the morning chores to keep yourself active.

You thankfully don’t have to ask him to do anything, he has the common sense to just get things that need to be done, done.

When it gets colder in the winter time he might try and see if you wanna cuddle during movie night, or maybe even fall asleep with him? Everything about you is so soft and cozy to him. He’s longing to hold you honestly. Everyday he has to fight for his life trying to keep his hands to himself. He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or even the slightest bit unsafe with him.

He’s hatched a plan. Your next movie night is tonight and he really thinks this will work and has already thought about all the ways this will benefit you and him, cuddling will definitely ease your stress levels and give you both better sleep for the next exam! Yes this will work!

“Awww yay!”, you say happily, making happy hands as you get comfortable on the couch, with a few of your stuffies and a blanket for movie night. Your favourite spicy, chocolate popcorn is waiting for you both and some homemade fruit smoothies and water bottles, everything set up by Shika while you were getting ready for the night in your room. “This is so sweet of you Shika! Thank you once again!”, you say, yawning while waiting for him to settle down to start the movie. “Of course y/n, I’m really excited about this one, I’m surprised you want to watch it too”, he says, his aura calm and collected as usual. As corny as he knew it was, he purposely put on a scary movie in hopes of increasing the success rate of his plan, resting his arm behind you in an attempt to lure you in. He also took a shower about an hour and a half ago so he smells very delicious and you find yourself having to forcefully look away from his snuggable body once again.

The movie is on and you still haven’t gravitated towards him, holding your stuffy close so you can hide behind it. This isn’t working. He needs a knew plan. “Is it just me or is this place getting colder by the day?”, he says in a low voice, hoping you take the hint. He’s not really nervous, he just wants to know that you wanna hold him too. “Nah you’re right, I feel it too”, you say, looking over at him for a second. “Oh!, would you like some blanket?”, you offer, and he happily accepts, shifting the tiniest bit closer to get under it. He watch’s you put in a bit too much of an effort to ensure his entire lower half is covered, lowly chuckling when he feels you tuck his feet in too.(btw you’re both sitting on the super long part of the couch, so both your feet are up)You finally lay back too, placing one stuffy next to him and one under your arm before laying your head down on his chest. Success! And he immediately wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. Wow this feels really nice, he thinks.

Not even halfway into the movie and he asks you a question to get no response. You’re asleep. He gently picks you up your face nuzzling the crook of his neck while he carry’s you to your bed, laying you under the covers. You don’t let go of him though, so he decides to crawl in beside you.

NSFW

He notices that ass alright. And he can’t help but stare when you walk by. Why are you prancing around here in those shorts? You live here so he can’t really say anything about that but daaaamnmm😩all that ass and you not gonna give him nun?😭you’re killing him.

He’s been nothing but respectful to you and after that night of cozy cuddles you both noticed the atmosphere change. It’s grown to be surprisingly sexually aggressive.

You pretend to work on something in the living room when you notice he’s about to take his morning shower, just so you can see him walk from the bathroom to his bedroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Lawd that towel was hanging especially low 😩 you didn’t realize how mesmerized you were, your eyes literally glued to him as he walked past, your body frozen in place with an empty laundry basket in your hands.

“You want a picture too?”, he teases, instantly snapping you out of your lustful haze. You literally heat up, your body warming from your palms all the way to your ears. Girl you’re dismally failing at hiding your want, making him stop in his tracks. “Y/n… hey, don’t drool onto the floor”, he says, and you immediately snap out of it. “Yeah whatever”, you quickly say, fast walking to your bedroom. “What a drag”, Shika mutters to himself.

Not either one of you has ever brought somebody back to have sex with, but you do tend to go to other peoples houses…Shika doesn’t like to think about what other boys are doing to you. It ticks him off. Why is he jealous.

He overhears your little conversations with your friends over the phone late at night, knowing full on why you’re giggling like that.

One night after a party you both went to, he’s decided he’s had enough, surprising you with his next words. “Why do you keep seeing him if he can’t even make you cum?”, he asks, totally unashamed. You freeze up, how did he know you sleeping with a guy who couldn’t make you cum? “You complain about it over the phone alot”, he adds once he notices the confusion on your face. And that’s where it all started.

He left you stunned and a complete mess, before he had to run to his next class, while you still try to catch your breath hunched over the couch. You can’t believe what just happened. You came. For the first time at the hands of another person, you came. You felt so embarrassed, remembering how you were literally pushing at him while he mercilessly ate you out from behind, spreading your lips apart and sucking on your exposed bud, dragging his tongue to your vagina to roughly lap at it, massaging your sensitive clit while at it. Yes you already came twice from what he did so far, but his fingers moved after his mouth, ensuring that you were thoroughly stimulated. But you lost your mind when he started slowly sucking your clit and fingering you at the same time. Even as your juices dripped all over him and down your legs, he didn’t stop and you really felt scared for a minute, like he was doing better than you’d ever hoped anyone would do you.

After that incident he’s been all over you ever since. He spanks you hard every time he sees you walking around in those shorts.

Overtime he’s only grown to be much sweeter, with a heavy and almost unbearable dose of making you cry with orgasms on a day to day basis.

Literally no one knows that he’s breaking your back every night, but that’s okay no one has to know ☺️.

Sneaks into the shower with you from time to time, hoping he can have a quick snack before breakfast, forcing you to sit on his face while he’s on his knees behind you. He fucks you so good afterwards, your body feels like jello for the next few hours.

Likes teasing you sometimes, holding you close to him when you bump past each other, lightly rubbing your booty and your puss for a good minute while he tells you about the dinner plans he has for you after your classes today. You’re just there trying to concentrate on the words coming out of his mouth and also the pleasure he’s making you feel. Poor you, that pleasure is short lived and he’s getting ready to head out for his next class.

He knows what he’s doing 😡🥺😩😩😩😩😭😭

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The Busy Bean

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Coworkers to lovers AU

Word count: 5.6K

A/N: Hi all! This is my entry for Sadie’s (@meetmeinfleetwood) To Lovers Fic Challenge!! As always, many thanks to Mia (@hardcandy-harry) and Lu (@meetmymouth even tho shes taking a little break lol) for being wonderful betas!! I really love it and I hope you enjoy it too! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I would love to hear what you think (or anything else lol) in my ask!

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The first day at a new job is a universally terrifying experience.

You can’t sleep the night before, head full of nightmare scenarios of evil customers and mean bosses, and a swirl of anxiety continues to bubble in the pit of your stomach, refusing to slow or calm. There's a part of you that prays they will call and tell you that they don’t need your help anymore, despite how bad you need the money. But the call never comes, and the next day you stand in front of the building, desperately trying to take deep breaths and slow your heart rate, bracing yourself for whatever is to come whenever you enter.

This is where Y/N was today, in a mess of shaky palms with slight blue bags under her eyes from a lack of sleep that wouldn’t disappear no matter how hard her concealer tried. She stood in front of the large plate glass window of the cafe, sneaking glimpses and trying to prepare herself for whatever awaited before she actually reached to take the door handle. With a glance at her watch that signaled it was time for her to arrive, she took one last deep breath and entered the small but cozy space.

The cafe itself wasn’t open yet, devoid of customers with only a few lights behind the counter on, but it was full of the delightful and familiar smell of coffee that swirled around her head. The wall to her left was an exposed brick that had been painted white with a long table running along it with stools tucked underneath and a long cafe counter ran the length of the shop to her right. The far back wall of the shop was a giant book shelf with books stacked from the bottom of the top, arranged in a rainbow pattern along each shelf. The store was unbearably charming.

“Hello?” she felt herself call out softly into the empty space. Her voice came out slightly timid, her anxious mind not giving her lips full permission to speak.

She listened to a shuffling and a distant voice muttering “shit,” that seemed to be coming from a door that sat behind the counter where the few lights had been turned on. Before long, a man with curly hair popped his head out from the back hallway, giving her a wide dimpled smile. “Just give me a minute!” he said, holding up his pointer finger for a second, before disappearing back into the hall. After a few more moments of shuffling and muffled cursing, he reappeared. His face held the same dimpled grin as before.

“You must be Y/N,” he said, reaching out a hand for her to shake across the counter. “Boss man said you would be starting today.”

“That’s me,” she spoke gently, still apprehensive in the new surroundings. She placed her hand in his and he shook it with a friendliness she hadn’t expected from her first couple minutes in a new work space. His hand was warm and his nails were painted a bright and sunshiny yellow.

“I’m Harry. It’s great to meet you!” His voice was deep, but light and enthusiastic, far too excited for the early morning calm that she had been reveling in on her walk to the shop.

She decided quickly that he looked like a ‘Harry’ and that his name matched his cheerful disposition. His green eyes shined, even in the relatively dim early morning light that illuminated the room through the front window, and they held a disarming and calming quality that slowed her heart rate for the first time since she had woken up.

“You too.” She forced a smile onto her lips, hoping to conceal the first day jitters that ran through her system.

“Don’t worry about your first day,” he read her like a book. “Everyone here is very nice and you have the best trainer in the world.”

“I’m assuming that’s you?” she questioned, letting out a light chuckle.

“Well, of course it is.”

She was slightly taken aback by the peculiar, yet undeniably charming, man that stood across the counter from her. He was dressed in a loose fitting black sweater that looked cozy and soft, paired with wide-legged tan slacks, all covered with a dark green apron that had the cafe’s logo on the chest. The Busy Bean was embroidered in a light yellow sitting above a mug with a bumble bee on it; it was charming and cute, fitting in well with the plethora of plants and flowers that filled the cafe.

He must have noticed her staring at the logo. “You like the name?” he asked her, pointing at the logo that sat on his chest. She nodded softly, a smile finding its way on to her lips. “We’re going to be very busy beans in about,” he paused to check his watch, “thirty minutes when we open. So put this on,” he slid her very own apron across the counter, “and let's get ready.”

Harry wasn’t lying when he said they were going to be busy.

While the shop had intentionally started her on a Saturday morning when it was usually a bit slower, the morning rush came in and threw her for a tizzy. She took orders and ran them to tables for what seemed like hours, kept far away from the coffee bar as she was unsure of how to make all of the drinks yet. But thankfully, she wasn’t alone.

Soon after opening, another woman arrived, wearing the same dark green apron that matched Y/N and Harry’s. She had long dark hair that fell to the small of her back and in gentle waves and glowing mocha skin with golden eyes. She introduced herself as Isla, with a warm and friendly smile, and stationed herself behind the counter, making drink after drink that smelled intoxicatingly delicious. Y/N thanked god, or whatever was out there, that she and Harry had someone else to help them out while customers flowed in and out of the shop.

Harry hung by her side for the entirety of the morning rush, carefully watching her every move, and gently redirecting her when she seemed to make a mistake. He was kind and she could tell that he genuinely wanted her to learn, not just to do a job well for efficiency’s sake. There was never a trace of frustration on his features, just patience and good will.

Around noon, the flood of patrons looking for their morning coffee began to slow, finally giving Y/N an opportunity to rest. She flopped herself down on a stool that sat behind the counter and released a long sigh, stretching her neck and slumping her shoulders. She was met by sympathetic giggles coming from her two new co-workers.

“Honey,” Isla began with a hint of pity in her voice, “that was nothing.”

“What did I get myself into?” Y/N chuckled through a groan, putting her face in her hands out of exhaustion.

“I promise it gets easier,” Harry chimed in, always one to calm someone’s anxieties. “You just need to get into the swing of things.”

“What I need to do is learn how to make all the fancy coffees that people keep asking me for,” she said, peeking through her fingers at her still amused coworkers.

A look was passed between the two of them, Isla eventually moving out of the way and motioning for Harry to take over the coffee bar. “Come on Baby Barista, lets teach you some of the basics.”

His nickname for her made her release a loud laugh, immediately stifling it to a few giggles when she realized she had caused a few patrons to look up and over at her. Her cheeks warmed instantly, embarrassed for disturbing them, and she added another item to the list of things she was learning never to do again with customers in the store.

He guided her over to the counter full of machinery including pots of coffee, hot water, an espresso machine, and more equipment she couldn’t even identify. He spoke to her gently and gave her all his attention, carefully talking her through how to make a few of the most ordered drinks. Other than almost burning herself a couple times, she was starting to get the hang of it. She had a very hard time wiping the smile off of her face after Harry taste tested each one and gave his seal of approval.

“Not bad, Baby Barista,” he complimented with a dimpled smile and a slight nod after she handed him what she believed was a caramel latte. She reveled in his praise, wanting to do her job well, but also loving his approval and the nickname he had now assigned to her.

They did this coffee lesson for a few more hours, as the shop slowed to almost a complete stop as they got closer to closing time. Isla had headed home and there were only a few stragglers left that had spent their days working or reading in the cafe as the sun began to set around 5pm, with closing at 6. Harry diligently continued to teach her as much as he could in one day as they began to close up the shop and get ready for the next day. He was easy to talk to and their conversation seemed to flow effortlessly as they swept and did dishes.

“So, what brought you to London?” he asked after a short lul, looking at her with an inquisitive look, the ever present dimple on his cheek and grin on his lips disarming her easily.

“Oh, you know,” she stumbled over her words slightly, “I just needed a fresh start.”

“No mysterious or heartbreaking backstory I need to know about?” he quipped, a questioning eyebrow perched on his forehead. She let out another loud laugh, deciding not to quiet herself this time as there was only one customer left in the store.

“No,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she swept. “I got dumped in a small town and needed to get away from them. It was like they were around every corner.” She wasn’t sure why she was telling him this, but he just had a way of pulling the truth from her. “I always dreamed of living here and the breakup was the kick in the ass I needed to actually do it.”

“I’m glad you made it here, but I’m sorry about the breakup.”

“Don’t be,” she smiled. “Definitely for the best.”

“Okay, then I won’t be.” His eyes had a mischievous glint behind them, but she couldn’t exactly place what he was getting at.

They worked together in a comfortable silence after that, making sure everything was ready for the morning to come and clean from the day that was leaving. Y/N covered a yawn as Harry told her that she was done for the day.

As she clocked out and gathered her things, she heard Harry’s voice as she moved towards the exit. “Do you live close by? I can give you a ride if you need. Don’t want you having to walk too far in the dark.” His offer was sweet and made her smile.

“I’m pretty close and I like the walk.” She grabbed onto the handle of the front door but couldn’t make herself leave just yet. “Thank you for being so patient with me today, Harry,” she said looking back towards him and connecting their eyes. She tried to convey her emotions to him on her face, something she wasn’t always very good at.

“No problem. We’re happy to have you here, Baby Barista.”

With a final nod and a light flush to her cheeks, she set off down the street towards her new flat. It wasn’t a long walk, just long enough to get a little chill in her bones from the cold winter air and to turn her nose into a small icicle.

She reflected on her first day as she walked. She liked Isla, and really liked Harry. And while she was very busy, it was good busy, not the type of busy that depletes your energy and makes you want to fall over at the end of the day. It was a kind of busy that kept her on her toes, ready to learn, and develop a skill.

Her thoughts were broken through when she noticed the old beat up red car that seemed to be following her down the road. It drove slowly, as if it didn’t want it to see her, and took extra long at intersections like it was hoping to stay behind her. She took a turn she didn’t need to at the next block, and another after that, and when the car continued to follow, her heart began to race.

She thought about running, or going up to a pedestrian and asking for help; she even considered calling her mum just to stay on the phone with her until she got home. It wasn’t until she recognized the green eyes and dimples behind the wheel that her heart began to slow. She turned around fully then, making eye contact with the man who had been following her, and crossing her arms in front of her and shooting a questioning eyebrow up at him.

He wore a look of shame as his car slowed to a stop in the street next to her.

“Excuse me sir,” she said sarcastically, bending over to look in the window and get a better look at his embarrassed rosey cheeks. “Why were you following me?”

“I wasn’t being a creep, I promise,” he quickly defended. “This neighborhood gets a little dangerous at night and I just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” He looked panicked and frazzled, clearly not planning on being caught. It was the first time she had seen him without a smile on his face all day.

“Harry, you were the thing that was making me feel unsafe,” she said, playfully scolding him through giggles. She watched as his face fell in a flood of relief that she wasn’t angry with him. “If you told me that you were going to follow me home anyway, I would have taken the ride.”

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head and ran a stressed hand through his curls.

“It’s okay, Harry,” she smiled softly. “I appreciate you caring enough to make sure I got home.” She rested a hand on the passenger side door handle. “And now you’re going to drive me the rest of the way home to make up for making me get off my normal route,” she laughed as she pulled on the handle and settled herself into the passenger seat.

The car was old, but clean and it smelled like the cologne he wore that she had picked up on a few times throughout the day. He was quiet, hanging his head like a child who had been caught with his hands in the cookie jar, as she directed him towards her flat. “I’m sorry, again,” was all he said when he pulled up in front of the building.

“Don’t be,” she smirked, using the same words she had earlier in the day when discussing her breakup. She exited the car, giving him a wave, and a call of “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before entering the building and shutting the door behind her.

***

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Y/N became fast friends.

After about a week of begging, she finally broke down and allowed him to pick her up and drive her home from work every day. Their morning rides consisted of the perpetually peppy and excitable morning person in the driver's seat blabbering on about something he saw on the news while he was getting ready or going on about a new book he was reading, while she would settle her still sleepy head on the window and rest her eyes for just a few more minutes before their day was forced to begin. At the end of the day, Harry was the quiet one, letting her recount the day (usually complaining about unruly customers or people that would sit and steal their wifi all day without ordering anything), while he drove her at a painfully slow pace to her flat. He always waited until she got inside the building, even asking her to text him when she got inside her tiny flat.

“I just want to make sure you got inside safe,” he would argue when she teased him about it.

“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself,” she would rebut.

“Then I’m not coming to help you anymore when you can’t figure out the milk steamer, Baby Barista.”

“Don’t threaten me with that stupid milk steamer. It has so many buttons you need to work for NASA to understand it,” she would groan, only to be met with a teasing glare from the curly man next to her. “Fine, I take it back,” she would always concede.

His protectiveness was not unwelcome to her. If she was being honest with herself, Harry was the only real friend she had made since she made the move to London and she was quickly becoming heart crushingly lonely. She took any care that anyone in the new and scary city was willing to give her with open arms.

He was her only friend. They got on so well, she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the extra few minutes she spent with him every morning and evening in the car. Maybe even a little too much.

At work, there was usually a chorus of laughter and giggles coming from their direction as Harry had taken her under his wing while she learned the ropes. There were days they would stay late after they had been off the clock making drinks over and over again; him patiently teaching, and her desperately trying to learn. There were definitely a few failures along the way, but they were always met with a teasing joke and then careful step-by-step directions on how she could fix it.

Technically Harry was her boss, store manager to be specific, but they worked alongside each other seamlessly, him never barking orders at her or using a harsh or authoritative tone.

Until today.

Y/N had been talking to one of their regulars, Robby, after she delivered an Americano to his table in the corner while it was particularly slow. Robby came in often, always shooting Y/N a bright smile and peppering compliments into their quick conversations. He was gorgeous, she couldn’t deny that; he had deep brown skin and an athletic build that she was sure was muscular under the thick sweater he was wearing to protect him from the cold. But he wasn’t her type, a little too arrogant and self-obsessed for her liking, always figuring out a way to turn their quick conversations back to himself. While it was fun to flirt with him, she knew it would never go any further than that.

“When do you get off?” Robby had asked suddenly, derailing their conversation away from the drink she had just delivered him. “I would love to take you out and see you in something other than that god awful apron.”

“Hey! I quite like my apron,” she playfully feigned offense, reaching to lightly swat him on the arm. “And while I appreciate your offer, I just got out of something pretty long term and I’m really not looking for anything right now. I’m sorry, Robby.” She forced a friendly pout onto her face, pretending like she was actually sorry for denying him.

Before he could respond, she heard an annoyed voice call her name from behind the counter. Whipping her head around to see who it was, she found Harry wearing an annoyed and frustrated face she had never seen him make before, especially not directed towards her. “We need some help back here. You have a job to do, remember?” he scolded, eyebrows furrowed and jaw steeled.

Her cheeks flushed white hot, embarrassed to be reprimanded like that in front of the whole shop. She hung her head in shame as she quickly walked back behind the counter. She was beyond embarrassed, suddenly uncomfortable in a place she had finally begun to come into her own in. She was learning and doing a good job, at least that was what she had been told, by both Isla and Harry; but the uneasy feeling in her stomach kept her from feeling comfortable for the rest of the day.

She carefully and quietly navigated behind the counter for the rest of her shift, sheepishly doing her best to stay out of her coworkers’ way and just do her job.

For the first time, she was slapped in the face with the reality that Harry wasn’t just her friend; he was her boss. He had an authority over her, and could probably get her in trouble with the owner, or even fired if he really wanted to. Navigating a business-like relationship was awkward and abnormal for them both, but Y/N decided she needed to learn how to quickly.

There was another reason his silent treatment seemed to hurt, one that Y/N had been trying her best to ignore. An undeniable crush had begun to build in her for the bright and bubbly man, despite however hard she had tried to fight it.

Harry made her feel safe, always keeping an eye out for her and trying to make sure she was alright. He made her laugh more than anyone she had ever known and their chemistry together felt electric. But what warmed her heart, and what now hurt the most, was that it felt like he cared about her just as much as she cared for him.

But now, it all felt like a fairytale she had built up in her head.

Their usual banter and giggles fell quiet for the rest of their day, reducing to curt directions from Harry and understanding hums from Y/N, following his orders without question or comment. Even Isla was quiet, not daring to breach the tension the pair had created between themselves.

The car ride home was quiet and strained that day.

But she still texted him when she was safe inside her flat.

***

While she had prayed that the next day would be like any other, their morning ride to work was filled with much of the same silence.

Harry fiddled with the heat and the radio in an effort to avoid her eyes or having to make conversation, eventually settling on a station that was playing old classic rock she didn’t recognize. He drove like she wasn’t even in the car, staring silently ahead at the road. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat fiddling with her fingers, not daring to get comfortable in a space that was all his.

At work, they both held tight to the tension, only muttering at each other when absolutely necessary. She kept her head down and just did what she was told to do.

She was at the counter when a woman approached the coffee bar, seeming to bark her order for an extra hot cappuccino with extra foam at Y/N. Her face was twisted into an angry pout, like she had just smelled something bad, and spat her words out her words. Y/N just nodded and breathed a “yes, maam,” unable to fight with any nasty customers today while her head was so occupied with Harry. She was off her game.

The woman hovered at the counter, watching intensely and tapping her foot impatiently as Y/N fought with the dreaded milk steamer attachment to one of their large industrial machines. She would have sworn that she pressed the extra hot setting.

Passing the full mug to the woman at the register, Y/N watched as she took a long sip of the drink before paying, something that wasn’t really allowed, but Y/N just didn’t have the fight in her today to reprimand her.

“That will be £2,” Y/N spoke softly with as much sweetness as she could muster, afraid of what could come out of the woman’s mouth. She watched as her face turned even more sour than before after she finished the long drag from the cup.

“I’m not paying for this,” she declared, nose stuck high in the air.

“I’m sorry?” Y/N asked with confusion clear in her voice. “Is there something wrong with it?”

“It’s not extra hot and there is no extra foam.”

“Okay, I’m very sorry about that,” she said apologetically, even though she knew for a fact the drink had both of those things, and released an exhausted sigh. “I will make you another.”

The woman’s eyes flicked down the counter in Harry’s direction, rudely snapping her fingers at him to catch his attention. He was hunched over the back counter, somehow worsening his already terrible posture, trying to eat a sandwich as fast as he could before his break was over. “Are you her boss?” she shouted at him, even though he could have heard her without raising her voice at him.

Y/N’s eyes were already filled with anxiety when Harry connected his with her’s, seeming to wordlessly ask what was going on and Isla watched on in terror. She felt her body try to shrink away from the woman before her and Harry as he came closer.

“I’m the store manager. Is there something going on that I could help with?” His eyes kept flashing back and forth between Y/N and the woman, trying to decipher the situation without words.

“I want you to remake my drink.”

“I’m actually on a break-”

“No,” she cut him off mid-sentence. “If she makes my drink again, she is just going to fuck it up all over again. She’s obviously incompetent.”

Y/N eyes flew open at her words, a mix of shock and hurt running through her. With her heart beginning to race, never one for confrontation, she wanted to melt into the floor and disappear all together.

Harry’s face hardened at the woman as she hurled insults towards Y/N. Stepping in front of her, as if putting his body between her and the woman could protect her from her harsh words, he took a deep breath before he began to speak again. “First of all, you will not speak to anyone who works here like that,” he defended her. “Second, I’m sure she’s completely capable of making your drink again if you give her a moment.”

“I don’t want her to make it and I have places to be,” she continued to fight. “I don’t have time for some pathetic newbie to give it another try.”

Her comments hit Y/N hard in her existing feelings of inadequacy and before she knew it, her vision was beginning to blur. She felt like this woman was repeatedly kicking her while she was already down.

“You have to leave.”

Harry’s voice was angry. It wasn’t the frustration or annoyance she had heard the day before, and it was a far departure from the kind and patient tone she had grown to love since she began working at the shop. It was full of anger, something she had never heard from him and an emotion she hadn’t even been sure he could feel before this point.

“I’m not leaving until I get another drink that’s correct and free.”

“I will call the cops if you don’t leave right now.”

Y/N couldn’t stand to watch this unfold before her any longer. An anxious weight had settled on her chest and she had felt the tears begin to roll. She was gone from the counter, running towards the soundproof walk-in fridge in the back hall. She planned on shutting herself inside and sobbing until she froze.

She stood in the freezing chill, holding her arms tight to her frame, desperate to keep herself warm and shield herself from the wrath that was playing out in the cafe. The cold seemed to ground her and the distance she had put between herself and the woman eased her stress, but the tears continued to flow as her eyes ran over the stock of the fridge in an attempt to distract herself.

A knock came from outside the heavy metal door that startled her, a soft and patient voice that she knew so well called through. “Y/N, are you okay? Can I come in?”

After doing her best to wipe the tears off her raw and cold cheeks, she choked out a small “yes.”

The door carefully opened and she was met with a soft and empathetic gaze from the only person she wanted to comfort her. He breathed a soft “come here,” before he opened his arms wide. She bolted into them, letting his giant frame envelop her whole in the warmth that always radiated from him. Y/N let herself weep softly into his chest as the dizzying scent of his cologne took over her senses.

He held her close to him for a few moments, letting her get all her emotions out, before releasing her body and taking her face into his somehow still warm hands, using his thumbs to swipe away a few more tears that had managed to escape.

“I don’t think that I even messed her drink up,”she broke the silence, feeling pathetic as he held her in his hands.

“I know you didn’t. She won’t be coming back.”

“Thank you for defending me,” she said, hiccuping as she stared into his comforting eyes. “I feel so stupid. I’m sorry.” She went to pull away, but he continued to hold her close.

“No, this is all my fault,” he shook his head slightly, eyebrows drawn together in concern. “If I hadn’t been such a dick yesterday then none of this would have happened. I’m so sorry.” His eyes held honesty, determined to be granted absolution by the girl before him.

“I don’t like it when we don’t get along,” she squeaked. “I really don’t like it when you yell at me and make me feel like I’m not doing my job well.”

He sighed hard, his face looking like his brain was going a mile a minute. “I have to be honest with you,” he confessed. “I wasn’t acting like an asshole yesterday because you weren't doing your job; you were just doing fine. I was upset you were flirting with that guy.”

She felt her lips fall into a small ‘oh.’ While she hadn’t meant anything by what she thought was harmless flirting, Harry hadn’t known that. The frustration and annoyance she had heard was in actuality all jealousy.

“You were jealous?” she asked softly, bringing a hand up to hold over one of his own that were still holding her face.

“Well, yeah,” he said with an awkward shrug. “I just thought that there might be something between us.”

He looked so adorable like this, slightly uncomfortable and shy. She looked at him intensely as an excited bubble began to form in her stomach at the idea that this massive crush had been mutual the whole time.

“There is.”

She couldn’t hold back her smile any longer, a grin breaking out onto her face as she nodded at him. The cold of the fridge was no longer nipping at her skin, her whole body radiating a flattered and excited blush of heat. The screaming she had just endured felt long behind her although it had only been a few minutes.

He mirrored her giddy expression. She watched as all the tension in his face began to melt away in relief and it reminded her of the look on his face when she teased him after he followed her home that first day.

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed. “I was so worried that you were going to friendzone me forever.”

“I thought you were going to employee-zone me,” she chuckled.

“Are you going to kiss me or keep staring?”

A wide cheeky smile stretched across his lips, before she reached up and connected hers to his. The kiss was caring and sweet, but it felt like it sealed something she had been feeling since the first day they had met.

Their lips moved smoothly against each other, interrupted occasionally by a smile one of them couldn’t contain or a giggle that slipped from one of their mouths. She wasn’t nervous or overwhelmed by his proximity. She was so comfortable in his embrace. He was her best friend, after all.

They broke apart after a few moments, giant grins plastered on their faces that neither of them could manage to wipe away. “I liked that a lot,” Harry beamed, a boyish flush to his cheeks.

“Me too,” she mirrored him.

They spent a few more minutes in the fridge, swirling in a daze of infatuation and affection. “Do you think anyone heard us?” he asked softly, looking over towards the large metal door that had been left open a crack, before it flung open and they were met with a thrilled Isla.

“Yes, I heard you!” she exclaimed. “It’s about time!”

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