#prompt - moonlight/sparkle

[buckets-and-trees]

What You Want

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant reader Word Count: 2.7k Summary: Your boss, powerful lawyer Bucky Barnes, insisted he needed his indispensable assistant to accompany him on his trip to Norway. He also promised he would have you home in time for Christmas, but the weather decided to strike its wrath and decimate international travel, leaving you stranded for a few more days.

Content Warnings: modern AU, slight power dynamic, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, vaginal fingering, use of "plum" as a term of endearment

Logistical Notes: Written for @sstan-hoe Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge - I was given a selection of prompts including "That noise...keep making it," reindeer, and lawyer/assistant power dynamics. Also my December entry for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky-Bingo using the FLASHBACKS prompt. Divider by @saradika.

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You heard the door open and close behind you and then familiar footsteps approaching, but you didn’t turn to look, instead keeping your eyes on the beauty of the frozen wilderness on display before you.

“Peace offering?” Bucky spoke as he stepped up beside you at the rail of the balcony, holding one of two steaming mugs in his hands toward you.

You sighed but gave him a small smile and took the mug. “You don’t need to apologize. You’re a very powerful man, Bucky, but I’m relatively sure you don’t control the weather.”

“Not yet, but I’m trying to pull some strings,” he said with a smirk, and you smiled.

“It’s not your fault we can’t get a flight back to the States when a blizzard has taken out half the Eastern Seaboard.”

It was unlikely that even with all of James Buchanan Barnes’ considerable lawyering power and money that he would be able to get you back home before Christmas. The main international airports in New England would have to live through the record raging blizzard, dig out, and then there would be hundreds of thousands of passengers to accommodate in and out of the country. Reasonably your guess was that you wouldn’t be returning until as early as the day after Christmas at the earliest.

“I should still apologize though. I said I would have you home for Christmas.”

You took a sip of the hot coffee. “You should apologize, but you’re not.”

He smiled. “No, I’m not.”

He turned and looked out over the forest and frozen tundra with you, the snow sparkling by the moonlight. This side of the resort hotel Bucky had booked the two of you into looked out over the wilderness.

“How long are you going to stay out here?”

“Until I see a reindeer. You brought me to Norway in December. I want to see a wild reindeer.”

“Fair enough.”

After a few more minutes, Bucky spoke again. “Are you sure you don’t want to eat, though? They said our accommodations should be ready after dinner.”

It had been a bit of a feat to find any place this close to Christmas that wasn’t closed or completely booked, but Bucky had managed to find this place that although they said they didn’t have a place immediately available, they had late check outs that just needed to be cleaned and refreshed for new guests.

“It’s a very fine restaurant.”

“Alright, let’s go eat.”

“If that will be all for the evening, I’ll be happy to escort you to your suite, Mr. Barnes,” the maître d’ said. He had been attentive all evening, but being with Bucky on this business trip you had quickly learned only the most excellent service was a common thing for him.

“Yes, thank you, I think we’re finished,” Bucky replied, looking to you, and you nodded. You both scooted your chairs back from the table and then followed the man out of the restaurant, through the hotel lobby, past the bar, past the observatory lounge and balcony you’d visited earlier, and to a pair of elevators.

Dinner had been quiet, but not an uneasy quiet by any means for the two of you. Bucky was an intimidating man, power emanating from him very naturally, but after the first few weeks as his assistant, you had gotten over your nerves. After sitting with him through many lunches, plenty of meetings, taking notes from him on cases and projects, and a fair few late nights, you had grown comfortable around him, learned that he could be easy to talk to, but didn’t strive to fill a silence for conversation’s sake, something you appreciated.

The hotel Bucky had found was an upscale, moderately sized wilderness and ski lodge. When you arrived on the fifth and top floor, there was a cozy hallway that only boasted three doors, and you were led to the one at the very end, where the man unlocked the door, stepped in to hold it open, and then handed the key to Bucky.

“If you should need anything at all, simply pick up the phone and our staff will assist you,” he said. “Have a good evening, and we hope you enjoy your stay, even though we know it was unexpected for the holiday.”

“Thank you, dinner was fantastic, and the place looks wonderful, you’ve been great, Lucas. Have a good night,” Bucky said, and pressed what you were sure was a generous tip into the man’s hand.

All your and Bucky’s things had been left neatly to one side of the entry of the suite. A quick look around revealed that there were two rooms off either side of the spacious sitting area as well as a small kitchen and bar, and on the far side full floor to ceiling windows and a balcony. You had hoped for two rooms like you’d had at the previous hotel, but two rooms in a suite would be perfectly fine, especially since the stunning view out of the sitting room’s windows wasn’t the only beauty in the place. There was a fireplace with a gorgeous mantle with a roaring fire already ablaze and a stunning Christmas tree with gorgeous trimmings in the Scandinavian style.

“It’ll do, yes?” Bucky asked, watching you take in the beauty of the tree.

You smiled warmly at him, then looked back at the tree. “Yes, it’ll do just fine.” The sitting room was spacious and rivaled your cozy studio apartment back home for size. You stepped further into the suite. “Do you want to take a look at the rooms and pick which one you want?” you asked. All the trip was on the company’s expense account, and as his assistant, although you suspected he might be a gentleman and offer you the better room, you would defer to Bucky to actually pick.

“We’ll share whichever one is better,” he said with a shrug.

You scoffed. “No, there are two rooms in this gorgeous suite, I’m sure they’re both fantastic, I don’t mind taking the one you don’t want. Might even sleep on the couch so I can stay by the tree and look out those windows all night.”

He chuckled, low, and suddenly at your back. “You misunderstand me, plum,” he said, placing his hands on the curve of your hips and pressing his chest up against your back. He leaned in to speak the next words directly in your ear. “I’m having you in my bed tonight.”

Your breath caught.

You couldn’t move, and a soft, “Mr. Barnes,” was all you could say.

“Aw, none of that, plum, you haven’t called me Mr. Barnes for months, and I won’t it happening again now.”

“We shouldn’t,” you tried to protest, but even as you said the words, a traitorous part of you didn’t put much feeling behind them.

“Shouldn’t we? You’re smart enough to know I didn’t really need to bring you on this trip with me, but I wanted to. Didn’t want to go that long without seeing you, wanted you by my side in a charming Nordic country during the height of its festive season, and you said yes, like the perfect assistant that you are. I told myself that was enough, didn’t go knocking on your door any of the nights we were at our first hotel, kept it professional despite wanting more and more of you every day we spent together away from the office.”

His hand moved from your hips to circle around your front, his left moving over your soft stomach over to the other side to rest over the front of your right hip, and his right further up your torso, his hand brushing the underside of your breast and resting firmly just below it, bringing you flush against him.

“Fate won’t let me get you home for Christmas, so why deny what it’s dangling right in front of me now?”

He pressed his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear, and a small whimper escaped your throat.

“Let me have what I want,” he murmured, leaving a slow trail of more kisses down your neck. “I know you want it, too.”

“I – no, I don’t – I”

It was impossible to put up the words of protest when he licked the shell of your ear. You shivered in his arms instead.

“Let me ruin my perfect girl,” he pressed, slipping the hand that was at your hip into the waistband of your trousers. His hand stopped when his fingers met the lace edge of your panties. He turned you around abruptly and kissed you full on the mouth, cupping your face with both hands so you had no choice but to take the heat of his kiss, and the flame he’d been sparking started to catch more dangerously in your core.

He had somehow maneuvered you further into the sitting room so that when he suddenly broke off the kiss, you were in the middle of the space, the warm glow of the fire and the tree lights casting over you both.

Bucky stepped back, and you frowned in confusion, still breathless. He trailed a finger up the column of your throat to the tip of your chin, his blue eyes dark and hungry. “Undress,” he said.

He moved to the couch and sat, his eyes returning to you as he settled in.

“Undress,” he repeated.

That commanding tone struck another spark right to your cunt. You knew you were already growing wet for him.

You toed off your shoes one at a time, then took off your socks – those requiring you to move a little less elegantly than you wanted with his searing gaze on you. Standing aright again, your hands moved to the button of your trousers, fingers trembling since you had never stripped in front of anyone before. You weren’t a virgin, but although the partners you had been with before had been eager to have you naked, none had ever asked you to undress for them like this, like they wanted to see your full figure, not just fuck it.

Bucky spoke your name in a way that had you pause and look up at him again.

He leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “You know I pride myself on my instincts. I think we both want this, but there are two rooms here.”

You bit your lip.

He was offering the veiled choice if you wanted it.

Your mind raced with flashbacks of conversations and thoughts you’d had over the past few weeks clear back to the first few meetings with your boss.

Insisting to your mother that your boss did absolutely need you to fly with him to Norway to assist him with meetings with an international client the week before Christmas.

Your best friend insisting on a shopping trip for your fancy work trip to a foreign country “because if your hot boss isn’t going to seduce you, have a foreign fling!”

Your heart stuttering the first time your eyes met your boss’s deep blues the day you interviewed with him.

The same eyes that were riveted on you now.

On you.

You unbuttoned your trousers and lowered the zipper. You glanced down as the fell to the floor, then stepped carefully out of them. When you looked back up, you saw even more hunger in Bucky’s eyes, and it warmed your blood. Looking right into those eyes, you reached for the hem of your sweater and lifted it up and over your head, letting it drop to the floor as well.

“Mmm,” he hummed in approval. “C’m’ere,” he beckoned, sitting back on the couch again, but beckoning you into his lap as he watched your every move.

You concentrated on his eyes and on keeping your breathing steady. When you were close enough for him to reach for you, he held out his hand. You took it and let him pull you gently down to straddle your legs on either side of his.

“My perfect plum,” he murmured. His hands moved up your thighs, over your hips, up your waist, and back down.

“Your plum?” you asked, watching his face as his eyes roved over you up close.

“My perfect plum - I want to savor every delicious curve of your body,” he said before dropping a kiss to the top of your breast. Your hands went to his shoulders to steady yourself. “When I felt that lace of your underwear, I thought maybe you did want this, too.” His lips moved to the other breast where he kissed the exposed skin, then traced his tongue along the edge of the lacy cup, causing you to shiver. “There isn’t any other reason you would be wearing such pretty lingerie, is there?”

“No,” you admitted immediately.

“Just for me,” he said as he moved his hand to your mound and immediately slipped a finger beneath the fabric to stroke along your folds, making you gasp. “Good girl, already wet for me.”

You keened as his finger traced your warm hole but didn’t go in, instead taking the slick there and pressing it up over your folds. He continued tracing them up and down before moving up to find your clit, knowing he found it the second your head dropped back, and you let a, “Yes,” tumble from your lips. “More.”

His other hand skimmed up from your hip, up your side, to your neck, and then angled your head back down for another kiss. Your lips met his eagerly, mouths parting, you licked into his mouth, and he growled his approval. He moved his finger from your clit, but your whine was brief as he slipped that finger along with a second straight into your cunt, stroking in and out, over and over again. You canted your hips into his hand, and you felt the rumble of a chuckle in his chest, but he didn’t stop kissing you. Instead, he curled his fingers forward with each stroke, quickly finding the spongy spot that made you tremble and moan.

Breathless, it was you who had to break off the kiss first, but you pressed your forehead to his. “Feel good, plum?” he asked, and you registered that he sounded as earnest as you felt, his voice deep and a little breathless, too.

“Yes, sir,” you gasped.

“Mmm, sir? I like that,” he said, and rewarded you by moving his thumb to start circling your clit.

You moaned openly.

“That noise…keep making it.”

He sped up his motions just slightly, seeming to feel how your body was tensing up, building toward a powerful release.

“Ready to cum for me like a good girl?”

“Yes, sir!” your answer was more like a plea. “So close.”

Keeping up the rhythm on your clit, he applied more pressure with each thrust of his fingers up inside of you, hitting that sensitive spot on the front of your walls, and with just a few more strokes, the wave crested and rolled over you.

“That’s it, plum,” he cooed as you trembled above him, his other hand coming to smooth unhurriedly up and down your back as his fingers continued to stroke your channel, slowly extending your orgasm. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

He removed his fingers and brought them up to your mouth. You sucked them in, laving your tongue over them. “Can’t wait to see you come for me again,” he said. And too impatient for you to lick his fingers clean, he withdrew them and crashed his lips back into yours.

“Earlier tonight when I said I should apologize, and you called me right out for not doing any such thing?”

“Yes?”

“This is why I didn’t apologize. I was in no way sorry that I had more time with you, and I’m going to use it to take you apart and put you back together all night.”

You would think about all of this later. But he emptied your head of anything but him and the pleasure between you, making more than good on his promise to take you apart until you were completely spent and ruined in his bed.

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hello lovely luna !! i hope life has been treating you well, i’ve been missing u ♥️

for the prompt game, can i request “you’re not in bed. i came looking for you” with my beloved diluc? i’ve been struggling with insomnia n i just want diluc to put me to sleep ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

oh my whole heart was poured into this one i'm aching. i did not mean for it to this long but what can i do he has my heart and soul🩷 i hope you like it awea! i love n miss you too🥺💕

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“you’re not in bed. i came looking for you” | diluc x reader with no pronouns used

the winery at night is blanketed in the ethereal silver glow of the moon this time of night. it feels like something out of a fairy tale with the thick grape vines lining the path you walk, sparkling crystal flies silent in the flutter of their wings, and if you look hard enough even in the moonlight you can see the plump purple grapes. 

it’s cool in a way that feels wonderful against your heated skin but not enough to make you cold and with each breath you take, you try to let the fresh air ease your mind that just won’t stop moving and thinking no matter how much you will it to. you honestly aren’t sure if being out here is working but it feels nice, peaceful and you’re glad to not be tossing and turning in bed while your beloved tries to sleep next to you.

you didn’t want to wake diluc, not when you knew how desperately he needed the sleep despite the fact you’re sure he would tell you he’s doing just fine on the little he does get. it wouldn’t stop you from doing your best to try to get tired all on your own before slipping back into bed, looking after him in this way. 

but it was as if he felt the distance between you growing even in his dreams. his tired arm reaches for you on your side of the bed, needing to pull you closer to him before he could settle once again and when he’s met with cooling sheets barely clinging with your warmth, he’s instantly awake, ruby eyes blinking away tiredness and seeing he’s alone in bed.

quick to take in the space around him, diluc notes how the bathroom light isn’t on and there’s a full glass of water on your night stand. you’re nowhere to be found and he feels a tug on his heart that brings him to his feet, his strides long as he heads for the closed bedroom door and down the grand staircase in only long sleep pants. 

he’s not sure what brings him to look outside before anywhere else, he dreads the thought of you being out there where something could hurt you with him not there to protect you. even if you could hold your own.. he just.. he never wanted to see anything happen to you and he could never get back to sleep without you next to him.

feeling his chest grow tight, he doesn’t let it slow his steps as he grabs his coat off of the back of the chair he had been working from earlier and pulls it over his bare arms and back, throwing open the heavy mahogany doors with ease. 

you spot the brightness of his hair even in the dark night barely lit with the few lanterns that still burn around the property and feel your heart squeeze at the sight of him. his ruby eyes are filled with worry and a softness that makes you think he looks a bit younger, makes you want to reach out and touch his cheek, ease his anxieties, stand on your toes to kiss his brow.

“what’re you doing out here?” you ask and you’re forced to look up as he closes the distance between you, shedding his coat and pulling it over your shoulders as soon as he could reach you. 

you’re enveloped in his warmth and the smell of wine from every angle, melting against his chest as he pulls you in close, like he needed to feel you against him.

“you’re not in bed,” he pulls you even closer, cradling the back of your skull with one hand, the other splayed across your lower back and his words are spoken softly against the shell of your ear. “i came looking for you.” 

“i’m sorry,” your reply is barely audible against the immediate comfort he provides you, the kind that melts down your worries and woes and leaves you feeling safe and like you might actually be able to fall asleep. “i didn’t mean to worry you. i just..” you pause, feeling guilty for having worried him by being out here. “i couldn’t sleep.”

“why didn’t you wake me?” 

he’s not angry or upset but you cling to him like a child in trouble. “you need your sleep too, you know.”

“i need you. i need you in my arms and close to me” he says, his words making you forget anything other than just being with him. it’s comfortably quiet between you for a few moments before he speaks again. “we can stay out here longer if you’d like.”

shaking your head against his chest, feeling the scars on his back under your fingertips and the soft skin around them, you let out a quiet ‘no, let’s go back to bed’ and feel your feet be swept out from under you the next second.

easily diluc carries you with one arm under your legs and the other at your back. in the night air his skin is still so incredibly warm and in his steady steps, you feel the tiredness begin to settle in your bones and let yourself skin further in his arms, succumbing to sleep before he makes it to the second floor of the manor.

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"Didn't mean to make your heart Blue" || [3/...]

- OPLA!Buggy x F!Reader

"And I am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner taking up space. But when he walks in, I am loved."

— Mitski, "Me and My Husband"

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends. Years have passed since you last saw Buggy following the dispute that you thought ended your friendship. When you finally reunite with the blue-haired menace you once considered your closest friend, it’s under less than “friendly” circumstances.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, LA!Verse, Buggy is a lonely asshole, flashbacks, semi-canon divergence, Reader is strong AF,

A/N: I forgot to mention this before, but I guess this technically does hold some spoilers from the manga/anime. Keep in mind, I've not seen/read either piece, so it's merely used to give their stories some background.

Taglist: @kurinhimenezu, @carpinchootaku (If you want to be tagged for this story, just send me a message or comment :))

Fuck, fuck, fuck, where the fuck are you?

After some time of searching, Buggy finds you sitting by the docks, your feet gently swaying with the waves, almost free of any earthbound weight. He’d join you if he could, but he’s not brave enough to get too close to the waters yet.

However, he’s content enough to just watch you from a safe distance. The sky is free of clouds and the moon is full, which illuminates your shape like a bright lantern in the night.

Beautiful, that's what he thinks you are. In fact, that's what he's been thinking for a while now, not that he's ever told you that to your face. He wonders when he stopped looking at you like something more than a friend. 

Maybe it was when he caught you smiling at him after you'd successfully managed to steal a bottle of fine rum from the local bar, and you both ended up getting blackout drunk on the ship deck?

Maybe it was when he saw you win a round of arm-wrestling against one of your other crewmates, despite being significantly younger than the opponent.

Maybe it was when you beat a guy black and blue for making fun of his nose in public, with both him and Shanks cheering you on from a safe distance? 

It doesn’t matter when it was. What matters is that, for a while, he has found it difficult to take his eyes off you. Even if it’s just a peek, it usually takes him a while to force his attention on something else.

The rest of the crew are on the Oro Jackson, celebrating their recent endeavors, yet here you are, celebrating on your own. He finds it odd; you’re usually happy to participate in any celebrations with the crew, but you’ve decided to be here instead. It was your absence on deck that prompted Buggy to go looking for you.

The wind picks up and he can feel goosebumps spread across his skin like wildfire. He shivers and tugs his jacket tighter around himself, and that’s when he notices that you’re not wearing any additional clothing to stave off the cold in the night.

He finally calls out to you, a little throaty for reasons he refuses to disclose aloud. “You’re gonna get a cold like that, dumbass! You wanna get pneumonia and die or something?”

You subsequently turn around to face him, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Your sharp eyes, when caught in the moonlight, sparkle like a thousand treasures — compiled of gold, diamonds, and millions and millions of berries — holed up in two caves.

Smiling in the way that makes his pulse quicken, you proceed to wave your feet in the water. A few drops land on your arms, sparkling in the air before landing on the skin of your arms. “I don’t think so? If we get to the South Pole, maybe there’s a higher risk?”

He frowns and crosses his arms over his chest. “The North Pole is colder!”

“Ah, well,” you snicker. “In that case, then I’m not likely to get pneumonia unless we’re there.”

“You can still get cold! What are you, a moron?” 

For someone who can’t keep his eyes off you for extended periods, that doesn’t keep him from being rather crass in terms of vocabulary with you. That’s alright. You’ve never been one to appreciate honeyed words if your frequent bickering with both him and Shanks says something.

With another swing of your legs, you reestablish contact with with wooden platform and make your way over to him. That’s when he finally realises that you haven’t brought your shoes with you, but you don’t seem bothered by it. “By the way, what’re you doing here, Buggy?“

He considers telling you a simple lie that won’t clash with what he knows to be the truth. He was coincidentally going for a walk, he needed some air, he was purposefully looking for you…

“Noticed you weren’t on the ship,” he finally settles on with a hmph. “Had to make sure you hadn’t accidentally up and drowned or something. You’re a shitty swimmer,”

“Not as shitty as you,” you counter and blow him a raspberry. 

He’s about to tell you to fuck off or something when, again, he finds himself pausing. 

You’re smiling at him, so softly, and it feels so warm that the wind no longer has any effect on him. He can feel his cheeks scorch up and his heart is pounding so hard that it feels on the verge of breaking his ribs.

He hastily looks away and coughs a couple of times, trying to maintain what little dignity he has left.

“Are you alright?” You ask with faux concern. “Did you just catch pneumonia or something?”

“S-Screw you!”

You laugh, and it’s like music to his ears. Your laughs are usually raspy and hardly appropriate, but he finds that it’s the prettiest sound in the world. Your smile, your laugh, they are so warm that he hopes that you’ll never stop making them.

Out of the blue, you wrap an arm around his shoulder and begin tugging him on the path to the ship. “Come on, before they leave us behind.”

“Y-Yeah, let’s.” He doesn’t move to tug your arm away, and no power on this earth will make him.

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Now that he's closer to the kid, Buggy realizes the stupidity of asking if he was yours. The two of you are nothing alike, but the truly defining factor lies in your eyes. Rubber Boy's eyes are too bright, too round. Whereas yours are knives ready to strike, his' are simple spoons.

He begrudgingly has to hand it to the kid; he's a fearless one. Even stretching his limbs beyond human capabilities does not diminish his spirit. Buggy doesn't know whether to applaud or reject the determination the boy has.

"I want you to think of this, like an artistic exercise," he explains. "Because pain leads to art, and art reveals truth."

He can't hear any commotion from the backrooms where he keeps you contained. Truth be told, he never expected it to keep you for long, only detain you for a limited amount of time. If he wants to both get the map and keep his life in one go, he is going to have to try and get it without necessarily ruining the kid too much.

Still, it doesn't keep him from testing the lines. He tries to pry the answers out with a needle, but no matter what he does, the kid remains infuriatingly mute. 

So, he decides to dig a little deeper.

"Now, what makes a boy want to grow up to be King of the Pirates? Who are you trying to impress?" He tilts his head with inquisitiveness. "A lost love?"

On cue, he can vaguely make out a gnarling sound coming from the back rooms. The sound of chains rattling, which he perceives as you probably moving in the enclosure. He thinks about sending someone to check on you and find out what you're up to, but he does not want the number of supporting casts to reduce.

"An absent parent?" He continues, ignoring the noises as he closes in on the boy. "Or was it someone that you worshipped? A false idol."

Try as he might, the boy fails to feign any indifference to him. A master of performance himself, Buggy knows when he's hit his target "That's it."

He yanks the dumb straw hat off his head, and the boy's protests against it further dig a nail into the coffin. "Give me back my hat!"

"I used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this." Buggy's grip on the feeble thing drastically tightens as memories of the past resurface. "Red-Haired Shanks."

"You knew Shanks?"

"Ginger? Three scars, left eye?" Of course, how could he not know of the bastard? "We served together on a pirate crew when we were about your age. In fact," he glances at the boy from over his shoulder. "Your friend, Cross-Hairs over there, was with us at the time."

The kid blinks in confusion, clearly not aware of this little piece of information. "I knew she served with Shanks, but she never mentioned you."

In all honesty, it doesn't surprise him, yet he still perceives this as a slight against him from your side. The underlying hypocriticism in that doesn't evade his notice, but he elects not to address it. 

Buggy can feel the straws under his digits lightly crack beneath the pressure of his grip. "She did, but before then, it was the three of us. For a time, I even thought we were friends." His nail pierces a hole through the inside of the hat. "Until they betrayed me, like all the others. He wanted to keep me out of the spotlight! He wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly!"

"They wouldn't do that," Rubber Boy is quick to protest, rather vehemently too as if Buggy just insulted his entire lineage. "You don't know her, and you don't know Shanks. Don't talk about them that way."

"I bet I know her far better than you do, Rubber Boy." He smirks and raises a knowing eyebrow at the kid. "Does she still snatch specifically red apples off vendors when you're in town? Does she still tend to store her knives in her boots when she thinks no one's looking?"

The kid doesn't have to answer. His silence is all the confirmation he needs, and it makes him feel victorious in some sense. 

"Let me ask you something else, then. How'd the famous Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates get stuck with a simple-minded nobody like you? What did you do that was so special that she decided to stick around until now?" 

The damn brat doesn't answer.

He presses on. "Apparently, she made a promise to someone, and though I have a sneaking suspicion as to whom, I don't want to jump the gun." He grasps harshly at the kid's face, no longer smiling. "You know, and if you tell me, I might be convinced to lessen the restraints."

The damn brat still doesn't fucking answer, and it vexes him greatly. Even so, if there's one thing he's learned, it's that the kid's silence can be substituted for an answer.

So, he finally asks the billion-berry question: 

"Was it Shanks?"

Rubber Boy does not answer. He doesn't fucking answer, and Buggy's patience snaps like a twig.

You would be willing to go through all of this trouble, to keep the kid safe and help him achieve his dream, just because you made a silly promise to what was once your mutual friend. You would give up your career as one of the most successful pirates in the modern age, just for that?

Just for him?

Deep down, he feels something carve at him. Carve at the boyish version of him he left behind the same day he left you. Would you have been just as loyal to him as you were to Shanks, if only he stayed?

He does not voice these thoughts aloud. Instead, he can't help but beam, because everything he's theorized up until this point has just been verified. It aches, and it hurts, and it cuts, but even so, he can only smile down at the boy.

"Stretch him until he breaks." 

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Although you hear a commotion coming from the stage room, and despite the urge you have to just break out and be done with this all, you deliberately remain in your cage. One leg pulled up to your chin whereas the other one rests uncomfortably on the stale ground boards, you do nothing more than let your temper simmer down.

Honestly, what a mess.

You made one thing perfectly clear to Shanks the day you agreed to disband your crew and keep watch on the boy. It had not even been a week after he returned to the docks of Fooshia Village, one arm short and the boy by his side.

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"I am not his parent. I will not be held responsible for the mistakes he makes when he decided to leave land. I will only keep him alive until I decide he can do that himself; after he's earned his first bounty. After that, I'm off."

"And what will you do after?" he had asked, genuinely curious.

You didn't answer, because you didn't know.

"Look after the lad for me, will you? Help him achieve his dream." He had taken your shoulder under his warm remaining hand and said:

"Maybe one day, you'll find your own."

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If you'd known that Luffy's dream would one day lead you back to him, you would've been more reluctant to make that promise. At the time, you had little interest in picking up the shattered pieces of your childhood dream, yet it seems that now it has decided to search you out instead.

Or rather, he has.

Your head hurts.

This is not the time for heartfelt reunions if there ever was one. Buggy has only one goal in mind, and that is to get his hands on that damn map. Harming Luffy will serve as a means to an end in achieving that, which happens to clash with your goal. You're not Luffy's parent, you tell yourself, but you're willing to extend the promise to Shanks just this once.

And so, after some careful deliberation, you make your escape. 

You hit the metal once, and it bends significantly. Then twice, and on the third strikes, they bend and crack, finally granting you access to direct contact with the ground. It's never felt so relieving to be earthbound, and you even go as far as to tap your feet a few times to enrich that feeling.

Having most likely heard the noise, two troupe members march through the curtains to see what's going on. The first one barely has the time to register your escape before you lunge. 

You're quick to subdue them, knocking the first one out with an easy choke-hold whereas the other mysteriously ends up with half his body stuck in what remains of your previous confinement. His ass hangs out in a rather humiliating position, but the point is, he's out of the way. 

The adrenaline is the one part of piracy you've missed. The surge of energy that flows through your veins, feeling the air brush your face as you make your move, the warmth in your heart that substitutes any pain or hurt you've ever felt if only for a moment.

You relish it.

You happen to find your weapons in the room, hidden in some crates. Your knives and your pistol, are both unscathed and fully functional, but you know that you'll end up relying on your hands for this. After all, it's personal, and personal matters are handled in a personal way. 

When you're certain the two troupe members are of no concern to you, you exit the back rooms and find yourself in the opening between the audience rows shortly after. The lights have been killed and there's an ominous silence stretching in the atmosphere.

You look up at the terrified audience, and though you're almost in clear view of them, none dares stray away from the view up ahead. 

Said view in question being of Luffy halfway submerged by seawater in a tank, already struggling to keep himself afloat. 

Fuck this. Fuck him.

You don't even stop to coordinate your next move as, as you would've done under ordinary circumstances. No, the moment you spot Buggy standing there, trying to reason with the kid with the promise of belonging and having a place on his crew, you lunge for the kill.

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All Buggy sees just as you make your move is a flash of sharp eyes that seem to glow in the dim room. There's no word upon your entrance, no sound, not a single warning at all. A shriek resonates through the air, shattering the silence that had unknowingly settled over them, and it's his own. 

The air gets knocked out of his lungs as you shove your fist straight into his stomach. Ordinarily, that specific portion of his would've just straight up dislodged itself from his body, but it doesn't this time. He remains intact, a contradiction to what you had threatened to do, and he falls back several good feet on his back like a kicked dog.

A raspy groan is all the noise he manages to get out, heaving his chest in search of the air that was stolen from him. He throws one arm to the ground and gets his upper body up. 

When he finally manages to somewhat stabilize his line of sight, all he sees as the world remains blurred around him is you standing over him with a dangerous glimmer in your eyes. One he's already familiar with.

This is not his old friend or his old flame crew member. This is Cross-Hairs, the feared captain of the vicious Cross-Haired Pirates. The Beast of the East. The one whose aim never misses, and if it does, she'll hunt her target down to the ends of the earth.

And now, he's officially become your target. No longer a passive one at that, but the only one your eyes are set on. He doesn't know if he's content or unnerved by this.

There are no palpable emotions on your face, but he can read your eyes well enough to know that you're angry. No, angry doesn't even begin to cover it; you're absolutely, positively, completely pissed. 

"What?" He forces out, still aching from the punch to his abdomen. "Going to make good on your promise? Going to finally kill me after all this time? If so, then just get on with it!"

You don't answer, and he hates it even more than he would've had you responded. A part of him wants you to kill him; wants you to show that you care enough about him to just fucking do it.

No, instead, all you give him is a glare. That same glare that's never left your face since he first laid his eyes on you. You turn your full attention to the tank and, with one simple hit, you break the glass to try and free Rubber Boy. You free him, without even a moment to hesitate, and it feels so much more painful than if you’d just ended him on the spot.

He wants to scream. Buggy wants to scream until his lungs give in. Scream at your inability to fully look at him. Scream at your apparent concern for a boy who is no more a pirate than he is a banker. 

Scream, because even after all this time, you still refuse to choose him.

Never him.

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[amalythea]

「 but does he really know me when the lights are on? 」

⤷ info: diluc & childe x gn!reader (separate) || angsty fic hehe || wc: 544 & 461 respectively

⤷ warnings: diluc n childe are a tad bit neglectful of their lovers bc theyre busy, mentions of childe's real name (does this even count as a warning), i tried to make this extra angsty as a treat for you guys <3

⤷ extra: i used the prompt i. “but does he really know me when the lights are on?” from @thexianzhoujade 's personal memoires (of the dearly beloved) event!! thank you so much to @mei-sm for proofreading!!

diluc.

As the owner of the renowned Dawn Winery, your lover's days were consumed by the meticulous tasks of wine-making and managing the estate. Diluc was a man of dedication, his every waking moment dedicated to upholding his family's legacy.

But amidst the clinking of glasses and the rustle of grapevines, there existed a longing within Diluc—a longing for companionship, for someone to share his burdens and his joys. It was in the quiet moments of the night, as he gazed out over the vineyards, that this longing weighed heaviest upon him.

Then, amidst the chaos of his busy life, you came into his world like a breath of fresh air. You who seemed to understand Diluc in a way no one else could. Your encounters were fleeting yet profound, each stolen moment leaving Diluc yearning for more.

Despite his limited time, Diluc cherished every second he spent with you. He memorized the curve of your smile, the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. In his mind, he constructed an image of you—a flawless portrait of a person he believed he knew inside and out.

But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Diluc's time grew ever scarcer. His duties at the winery demanded more of him, leaving little room for anything else. Yet, in the rare moments you shared, Diluc clung to the illusion of intimacy he had built in his mind.

One evening, as you sat together beneath the stars, your voice broke the silence. "Diluc," you said softly, your gaze searching his face, "do you truly believe you know me?"

Caught off guard by your question, Diluc faltered. "Of course, I do," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I know you better than anyone."

But your eyes held a sadness he had not seen before. "But do you?" you murmured, your words hanging heavy in the air. "Do you know the dreams I keep hidden in the depths of my heart? Do you know the fears that haunt me in the darkness of night?"

Diluc felt a pang of guilt deep within him. Despite his love for you, he realized that his knowledge of you was only surface-deep. He knew your smile, your laughter, your outward demeanor—but the depths of your soul remained a mystery to him.

In that moment, the realization hit him like a sudden gust of wind. Despite his best intentions, despite his unwavering devotion, he had failed to truly know the one he loved. And as he looked into your eyes, he saw the truth reflected back at him—the heartbreaking realization that your connection was built on a foundation of illusion.

Tears welled in your eyes as you rose to your feet, your voice barely above a whisper. "I wish things were different, Diluc," you whispered, your words heavy with sorrow. "But I fear that we are destined to remain strangers, even as lovers."

And with that, you turned and walked away, leaving Diluc alone beneath the stars, his heart heavy with regret. For in that moment, he knew that despite his best efforts, he had let the one he loved slip through his fingers, never truly knowing you as he had believed.

childe.

In the heart of Liyue Harbor, beneath the grandeur of the illuminated archways and amidst the bustling streets, Childe found himself entangled in the mess of his own making. The weight of his duties pressed upon him like a leaden cloak, consuming his days and nights in a relentless pursuit of power and influence. Amidst the political machinations and secret dealings, there was but one respite for him – the presence of his lover.

Your relationship was an affair hidden behind veils of secrecy and deception. Childe reveled in the moments stolen away from the prying eyes of the world, where he could lose himself in the warmth of your embrace. Yet, even in your most intimate moments, there lingered an unspoken question, a whisper of doubt that haunted your thoughts.

Despite his professed affection, Childe remained a stranger in many ways, his mind consumed by the ceaseless demands of his position within the Fatui. He spoke in riddles, his words veiled in ambiguity, leaving you to decipher the depths of his intentions.

As the nights grew longer and the shadows darker, you found peace in the silence between you, a quiet refuge from the chaos of your intertwined lives. But beneath the facade of understanding, doubts festered, like seeds sown in barren soil, their roots entwined with the fragile threads of your bond.

One night, as the city slept beneath a blanket of stars, your doubts could no longer be silenced. With tears glistening in your eyes, you uttered the words that had long lingered unspoken between the two of you.

"Do you truly know me, Ajax?" you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath upon the wind. "Or do you see only the shadows of who I am, cast by the light of your own desires?"

For a moment, Childe was speechless, the weight of your words bearing down upon him like a crushing weight. In the silence that followed, he searched your eyes for answers, but found only the reflection of his own uncertainty staring back at him.

"I... I thought I knew you," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the night breeze. "But perhaps... perhaps I was mistaken."

With those words, the fragile bonds that held you together shattered like glass, leaving nothing but shards of regret in their wake. In the cold light of dawn, you turned away, leaving Childe to face the emptiness of his own solitude.

Alone amidst the ruins of your shattered love, Childe found himself haunted by the echoes of your parting words. In the depths of his heart, he knew that he had lost more than just a lover – he had lost a piece of himself, forever hidden in the shadows of what might have been.

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[guacamoleroll]

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 「𝔣𝔶𝔬𝔡𝔬𝔯 𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔢𝔳𝔰𝔨𝔶」 ༉‧₊˚

content. f!reader. implied breaking-and-entering, fireworks, metaphors about stars, soft!fyodor, he's secretly down-bad, he's also incredibly possessive. descriptions of moscow (red square, st. basil's cathedral), mentions of eastern european food (pirozhki), references to greek mythology (perseus and andromeda), jokes about greek incest. not proofread. 2.2k+ words.

author's note. starting the last of my fics for the year with the first bungou stray dogs character i've ever written for. thank you for such a lovely year! ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

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synopsis. within the last minutes of the year, sitting underneath the stars, two lovers discuss the stories mapped within constellations. in themselves, they find that some tales are timeless.

"It's so lovely at this time of night."

You couldn't contain your astonishment as flurries coasted to the earth in silent swells, dusting the city in a sheen of sparkling white. With an outstretched hand, you gathered flakes into your palm, admiring them before they melted with the heat of your skin. The riverside stilled as you coasted along the sidewalk, frozen in thickening ice as parents ushered their children away from its tempting surface. Tourists clustered under trees, shivering in their thin hats and coats as they underestimated the spite of Russia's wind. But despite the chill, there was an unmistakable gaiety in the air, smiles strewn on glassy faces as they awaited the new year.

You tailed behind Fyodor as he sauntered forward with broad steps, unable to catch your breath as the basket of freshly baked pirozhki settled heavily in your stomach. Your eyelids threatened to close as exhaustion crept into the corners of your vision; journeying between museums, promenading through parks, and scowering various foods had taken a toll on your energy.

You groaned. "Do we have to go tonight?"

He merely chuckled, the velvety bass of his voice tracing goosebumps down your spine, easily distracting you from the fact that he hadn't answered your question. Your field of vision spiraled into a haze, thoughts shot far in the distance despite the frost attempting to rouse you, left unaware as an assured hand ushered you inside a concealed entrance to the luminous structure slumbering outside of Moscow's main square. You walked forward into the endless darkness, only to bump into something sturdy. Your fingers carded through the puffed fur of Fyodor's coat, tugging on its ends.

"Fyodor?"

With a click, the room was brought to life. The high-vaulted ceiling outstretched to reach the heavens above, walls embellished with intricate frescoes of ancient Abrahamic tales. Flares of resplendent color danced across the floor as moonlight met glass, casting waves of softened light upon your skin. A labyrinth of winding corridors hid in the shadows, prompting any curious wanderer into a trove of antediluvian alcoves and chapels.

Your jaw dropped, gawking at every deliberate component. "What is this place?"

"It was a cathedral erected in honor of Tsar Ivan the IV." His gloved hand puckered altar cloth between his gracile fingers, tracing the embroidery as his mind drifted elsewhere.

You hummed, racking your brain as it itched in anamnesis. "Wasn't that the terrible one?"

He was silent as he released the fabric from his fingers, but the self-satisfied smirk told you everything you needed to know. "Indeed. This place once brimmed with life, hosting religious gatherings and services for the denizens of this city." His boots snicked against the tile, the noise reverberating as it spun towards the ceiling. "It has been left as a relic of time."

You ever-so-delicately brushed your hand against one of the columns, not wishing to disturb the peace of stillness and rest that blanketed the cathedral.

"How marvelous."

Your attention went astray as Fyodor tinkered at a lock, the hinges of a thin door ricketing with unsettling squeaks as he stood aside, uncloaking a never-ending staircase to the unknown.

"After you."

Your muscles cramped with every step, dread buried deep in your gut as your vision remained impaired, the flashlight beam smattering inconclusive rays of light as it aimed at your back. It was almost like the architects had attempted to reach the clouds, their grandiose endeavor churning a flare in your back as you slumped against the wall, your lungs burning with every passing moment. Your spirit was invigorated at the sight of a door through the dime ire of light, basking in your relief as you stepped out the door, the crisp breeze of winter striking your skin as—!

"W-Woah!"

Your feet teetered over the ridge of the roof; only your ankles remained flimsily rooted onto solid paneling as your arms swung out to balance yourself. Fortunately for you, an arm wrapped around your waist, drawing you back against Fyodor's chest. A quick peek upward towards his impish expression revealed everything you needed to know.

"You must be careful, любимая."

Your breath was shuddery, inwardly wavering on whether to punch him or kiss him, the indecisiveness reigning victorious as you pointedly ignored the mellifluous lilt of his tone, hands binding to his arm as your gaze locked onto the ground several hundred feet below.

"Good lord, we're high," you muttered between pants.

His arms braced you further against his chest, leaning away from the perilous drop. "You're trembling." The tension in your grip eased at the sensation of a gentle kiss against the crown of your head. "You know I'd never let you fall, hm?"

"Right." You released the amalgam of tense breath that clawed at your throat, able to balance on your own two feet as you settled your view to the skies.

Your feet shuffled across the panels as you slogged onto a wider expanse of the roof, slumping against a wall as the tension evaporated out through your fingers, the nightmare of plummeting from the roof erased from your mind. However, you swallowed a yelp as the flashlight flickered off, leaving the both of you enshrouded in complete darkness—at least for a brief moment.

Clouds stacked in bunched within the stratosphere, mirroring fragments of light that bounced from below in a nebulose aurora. But despite the wonderment of their decadence, they lost their luster once the stars peaked through their fogged edges, the finite speckles scattered like freckles across the canvas of the heavens. They felt close enough to touch if only you reached out toward them, daring to do so. Your fingers trailed maps of these celestial bodies, finding a sense of peace in their familiar patterns.

"Are you familiar with Ovid's Metamorphoses?" Your voice pierced through the silence.

"I can't say I am."

You withheld the impulse to laugh—he had the entire compendium of books in his personal library. It would be a surprise if he hadn't at least skimmed them, but you decided to humor him this once, scooching closer to point towards a specific cluster of stars.

"Those are the constellations of Perseus, the son of Zeus, and Princess Andromeda, the daughter of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia."

You took his silence as an encouragement to continue. "Perseus found Andromeda chained to a rock as a sacrifice to the sea monster, Cetus, by her parents in order to save her home." Your fingers drew out the character within the stars, a grin upturned on your lips as you envisioned the archaic tale in your mind. "It was told that he found her so beautiful that he slayed the monster, rescuing her before fighting against her uncle for her hand-in-marriage."

"Her uncle?" Fyodor mused.

Your nose scrunched in a grimace. "There's a lot of that in those stories, I'm afraid."

"The couple went on to live happily ever after—an extremely rare ending to most ancient stories."

"There is a simple explanation for that," he replied.

You snickered, already aware that your open-ended commentary would eventually lead to some thoughts from the infamously brilliant man.

His eyes rolled in return at your amusement, disregarding the tightness of his chest. "We hold onto ancient tragedies because they are a reflection of life. Nothing in our world is as simple as a happy ending." A vacant look ruled over his features, a familiar expression that often shielded his thoughts within the dark, contemplative hours of the night. "Most aspired heroes never reach their potential due to their blind devotion to selfish aspirations and goals."

"You're right," you sighed, hands balled against the corner of his cape in an attempt to thaw your frozen fingers. You wanted to say more, but it felt like your mouth was cotton-filled. So, instead, you returned your eyes to the sky.

"Sometimes, I wish I was a constellation." He looked at you. "Even with its flaws, this world is undoubtedly beautiful from above. I like to think the stars admire us just as much as we do them."

And he didn't say anything more; he didn't need to. Instead, he reigned you onto his lap, his coat shrouding your shoulders as he shared its warmth. You leaned into his embrace, basking in the flutter inside your chest.

"You're awfully cold, милая," he grumbled, his fingers mapping your frigid palms.

"Our roles are reversed now," you quipped. "I hope you think about this the next time you decide to stun me with your hands in the morning."

"I'm afraid I might forget," he whistled.

"You little—"

But you found your voice hidden underneath layers of crackling. You ogled as fireworks wiggled their way into the night sky, shimmering onto the city square, the towers of the Kremlin becomen heavenly statues as their structures temporarily glistened. Without a second thought, you grabbed onto his hands, giving them a squeeze with each pop. You were so attentive to the collections of radiant sparks that you didn't notice the eyes boring into your skin; Fyodor's gaze averted from the fireworks to contemplate the interlacement of your fingers.

He surmised you were to be his future the moment you had locked eyes for the first time—his destined, pre-ordained other half as he journeyed to actualize God's promised land. It wasn't a surprise that someone was fated to remain in his keep—another loyal follower, too intertwined in their own aspirations to connect to his cause without deliberate guidance.

But not you. 

You may not have supported his cause with the devotion of his witless flock, but you understood it better than anyone. And most importantly, you understood him. You peered through his intricate plans and performative malice, reading into his cause as you unraveled his intentions. It had been an enticing cat-and-mouse game, the both of you constantly entangled in a mental match, intellect and morals clashing. He knew you were his perfect match from your analytic dexterity, but he had no idea that you would pull at the strings cast around his heart, ones he believed had been severed long ago.

His heart had never belonged to anyone or anything—his mind and will were forever devoted to his cause, but his heart hadn't beat since before he could even remember. The sudden constriction of his chest was so foreign.

You must've been quite the powerful woman to kickstart the heart of a demon, excavating a trove of humanity he had buried within himself with a simple glance of your eyes—and all without knowing, your gentle expression puncturing through his abstruse masquerades, somehow able to see everything except the turmoil that you left in the wake of your very touch.

He found himself less and less concerned about the echoed beat of his heart within the emptiness of his chest, too captivated by your smile as you beheld the heavens with a benevolent expression, savoring the burning red and gold sparks despite their dullness in comparison to you. In spite of himself, your everlasting happiness had become an intrinsic component in his plans.

You were made to remain at his side—not as a brainless devotee, but as his equal and often opposite. The world, so rotten yet somehow divine through your benevolent gaze, may try to pull you away, but he'd have no issue burning cities to their ashen roots if anyone dared attempt to pry you from his hold.

His lithe fingers outlined the constellations of every freckle and beauty mark, star patterns copied onto your skin as his touch drifted your attention from the flashes and flickers to him, your inquisitive eyes scanning his face as he remained unmoved.

"Федя?" 

He shuddered with unparalleled delight at the euphonious sound of his mother language slipping like honey from your tongue, foreign to your lips yet dulcet all the same. Your bonniness beaconed him forward, a heat flowering in his once cavernous chest as he captured your lips, which were as soft as the powdered snow that glinted on your skin. His heavy breath tickled your nose, which crinkled in tandem with your eyes as you drew him in for another. Words became meaningless, his skin seared like static as your arms drew him closer, skin scorched from the cold of your hands against the nape of his neck.

He tucked your hair behind your ear, ensuring that your empyreal features weren't veiled further as flakes of snow flurried once more, your parted lips and shallow breath leaving him in a helpless state of complete limerence. He stirred as his hand brushed against your pulse, your own heart racing concertly with his.

You parted in bittersweet bliss, yearning imbued in your bones as your hands drifted towards one another to intertwine. His forehead rested against yours, your shared breath permeating in spirals within the open air as he peered into your hazy, glossed-over eyes.

His hand cupped your cheek, the frame to a divine masterpiece. "Ты согреваешь мою душу, мое нежное солнышко. Твоя красота вне всякого сравнения; твой разум безупречен." He had never looked at anyone like this before, his ire thawed by the brilliance of your tender gaze as if he had melted. "Я бесконечно благодарен, что Бог привел тебя ко мне."

And you laughed. "You know I don't understand anything you're saying, right?"

He kissed your forehead, concealing his smile as his lips pressed against your skin. "You will one day, солнышко. You will."

любимая = darling милая = dear федя = fedya ты согреваешь мою душу, мое нежное солнышко. твоя красота вне всякого сравнения; твой разум безупречен = you warm my soul, my gentle sun. your beauty is beyond comparison; your mind is beyond flaw. я бесконечно благодарен, что бог привел тебя ко мне = i am eternally grateful that god brought you to me. солнышко = sunshine

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[bellaxisworld]

january 11, @jegulus-microfic prompt: fever. 497 words.

Regulus woke up shivering and practically vibrating out of his skin, uncomfortable and sensitive, too hot and too cold and—oh. He was running hot with a fever. He pulled his large comforter tighter over his head to block out the world, falling into deep fever dreams and shaky, restless sleep.

Regulus dreamt of magic, sparkling and dangerous, of witches and wizards and will-of-the-wisps, mermaids and vampires and dragons. He dreamt of a war, and a cave, and deep water, and pale hands scrabbling at the surface of the murky lake.

He jerked awake, body jolting and shivering so violently he was shaking the bed. It took him a moment of post-sleep delirium to realize he wasn’t alone.

“Hi, baby,” James whispered, warm hand reaching out to touch his curls atop his head. The room was cast in blue and gray and purple shadows, and James was barely visible in the moonlight, but he was here, and he made Regulus feel so safe. He felt the warmth of James’ presence like a growing fire in his chest, blooming sparks and tingles spreading across his body, from the tips of his ears to the bottom of his toes, warm from James. His love, his love, his love.

“Jamie,” he croaked, then coughed weakly, throat sore and crackly.

James frowned. “You sick, sweetheart? You’re burning right up.” His hand swiped gently across Regulus' forehead, worry lines and concern etched across his lovely face.

He nodded, and his head felt heavy.

James sat down beside him, bed dipping and Regulus rolled right into James’ side. He snuggled his head into James’ stomach. James brushed his fingers softly through Regulus’ hair, comforting and kind. “Can I get you anything, love? Food, or tissues, or cough medicine?”

Regulus groaned, holding tighter onto James.

James released a soft chuckle. “Okay, baby. How about I cuddle with you for a little and then I can get you some soup? And medicine. I'll be your little nurse. Bring you back to full health.”

Regulus muffled a sigh into James’ side. He was so good to him, pure adoration and love melting and simmering between them. “I just need cuddles. That's the only medicine,” he muttered, grumpy.

James responded just as seriously, “Definitely, those should do the trick.” He leaned over and picked up Regulus gently(his overt displays of strength always managed to startle butterflies in Regulus’ stomach) and placed him in the center of the bed to make room beside him. James snuggled up right next to Regulus, dragging him half on top of his body. He pulled the cozy blankets up and over to cocoon them, wrapped up together, holding onto each other tightly. James cuddled him, and warmed him, and fed him soup, and he was coerced into taking medicine by James’ big and sweet puppy dog eyes. With a gentle hand and loving gestures, forehead kisses and the essence of love crackling between them, James did indeed nurse him back to health.

can also be found on ao3: burning up.

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[goldenempyrean]

Little Burrito

〚 Prompt - “You look so cute wrapped up in that blanket, like a little burrito.” 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Wordcount - 379 〛

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“You look so cute wrapped up in that blanket, like a little burrito.” Nat cooed lovingly as she pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your red nose causing you to sneeze, “A very sick and sniffly burrito but still adorable nonetheless.” 

She added, earning a small little smile in return. 

You couldn't help but blush at Nat's endearing words, even though you were feeling under the weather. Despite your stuffed nose and scratchy throat, her presence brought warmth to your heart. Snuggled up on the couch, you leaned into her comforting embrace, grateful for her care and attention. 

"I think you're the adorable one here," you replied, your voice slightly hoarse. "Taking care of me like this.” 

Nat chuckled softly, her fingers gently stroking your hair. "Well, someone has to make sure you're getting all the love and attention you need. Besides, it's not every day I get to see my tough warrior get a little vulnerable." 

You playfully swatted at her arm, though your weakened state made it more like a feeble gesture. "I'm not that tough." 

Nat's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, really? So, the last time we were on a mission, and you single-handedly took down those goons twice your size, that was just luck?" 

You couldn't help but let out a weak laugh, which soon turned into a cough. Nat immediately reached for a glass of water on the coffee table and handed it to you. You sipped it gratefully, feeling the soothing coolness ease your irritated throat. 

"Maybe a little luck," you admitted, your voice returning to a whisper. "But having you by my side gives me all the strength I need." 

Nat's expression softened, her thumb gently caressing your cheek. "And I'll always be by your side, no matter what. Whether you're taking down bad guys or fighting off a pesky cold." 

Leaning in, Nat pressed her lips against your forehead in a tender kiss. The warmth of her touch spread through you, providing a momentary relief from your symptoms. It was as if her love had the power to heal. 

"I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. 

"I love you too," Nat replied, her voice equally soft. "Now, let's focus on getting you better, my little burrito." 

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[tohot4u]

Promise

lies/truth prompt

Curled together under the moonlight,tucked neatly between comforting arms. Tails tangled into two-toned ribbons. 

Watching as the world faded into pitch black darkness. Darkness the sun so craved to understand. To hold gently hand in hand.   

 Such a delightful dream filled with wonder. However,the sun could never touch the moon. The moon, too busy to ponder the sun's affections. Hiding from brilliant light that brought such joy to the creatures upon his mountain. 

All but one 

And Wukong couldn’t help but swell with pride and satisfaction. 

If the sun could never touch the moon-

Then it was nothing but a lie! 

It had to be!  

The moon was a vital craving he so longed for. So aloof and fleeting-pleasant and calming. Shy and lovely with an air of intimidation-he was smitten. 

There was nothing his darling could ever say or do that could deny their so destined connection. 

And here he laid ,clasped between his greedy claws,the fruit of his passion.  Of weary-long-nights he chased. With every rotations of the earth,with every passing day-

There was nothing quite like the feeling of when the moon was finally his.  

 Plush flesh so easily abused by the hunger of his love. Innocent and pure,the most intoxicating of expressions always beautifully painted on his moon's face. Pure bliss as the escapades bled into dawn. 

And like a delicate ghost-his moon was alway gone as the sun finally rose from the sea. Opening the bleeding chasm of his heart when his side was found bare. The faint imprint of a farewell kiss across his collarbone his only source of comfort.  

But tonight will be special. 

Tonight would be perfect 

The moon was full,pouring liquid white. Framing them under the stars.

They both stared,eyes locked onto the remnants of their soul.  

Macaque couldn’t help but gaze in admiration. At those burning golden eyes,so swelled with love. The thumb caressing his face and pulling him close. Body sagging,relaxing under the tender touch of the star he pulled from the sky. 

His sun 

Wukong smiled, a soft-snarky little grin directed towards Macaque.  His eyes sparkling,casting a subtle glittering glow around them.

“Stay-won’t you?

“You know I’d don’t-“ 

He hushed him,pressing a quick peck on his lips. Macaque sputtered,red in the face,his ears twitching. Watching as his companion pulled him closer,a pout on his face.  

“Please-I'm cold when you go!” 

He glared,” Like you don’t run freakishly hot already!” 

Wukong looks at him for a moment. Opening his mouth and closing it,before settling for a different sentence.“Oh-fine-I don’t get cold-but still!”   

Suddenly serious he gazes down,his sun dimming into a waning flicker. 

“I-I get lonely” he whispers, squeezing Macaque tighter in his arms. 

Macaque breathed in,rubbing Wukongs fingers as he pondered his response. 

“Will you stay with me?” 

Wukong perks up,a smile stretching across his face. Excited perky squeals shaking his entire body. 

“I will”

“Will you love me?”” 

“I will”

“Forever?”  

“Of course! What kind of question is that!”

“Promise.” 

Wukongs gaze softens,rubbing his thumb across Macaque's face once more.   

“I promise” 

He is a liar

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[jethrowest]

the taste is just a memory you hold…

Prompts for @cozycornerkinktober: overstimulation/double penetration. briefly mentioned since this is a drabble, but i wanted to contribute!

Warnings: incubus homelander- need i say more? fun, freaky tendril shit. slight dubcon. happy reading! 18+

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The days blur together now.

He doesn’t limit his visits anymore. You used to only see him at night.

He’d start off slow, simply studying you while he sat in the chair in the corner of your room. Then he would move to the edge of your bed.

He had quickly grown tired of that, however, and after a few evenings of nothing beyond having his piercing gaze all over and through you, he would trace your skin. Your neck had been first, observing how you reacted to his touch. Once he seemed satisfied, he would slink across your body and envelop you.

Sometimes, if your focus isn’t immediately robbed, you catch sight of fingers bleeding into the darkness. He is mostly concealed, offering glimpses of handsome, ethereal features that glint beneath the moonlight. His eyes shimmer and glow a faint red. You can’t tell what clothes he wears, if any at all.

When he drapes himself over you, attaches himself to you, you feel the weight of a man, but don’t see it.

Inky tendrils disappear inside your stretched center; your open, silently screaming mouth. They make you quiver and shake. Make you clench and cry out.

Your orgasms overtake and consume you, leaving you sore and wrecked. Those very coils disperse and permeate within, leaking from you like your pooling arousal, sliding down your thighs and soaking your sheets.

It becomes so frequent, so haphazard, that you begin to wonder if you leave the house. If you wake up. If you’re currently in a dream.

Hours, minutes, seconds later, you stand in front of your full-length bathroom mirror, staring hard at your reflection. Hoping answers will seep past your pallid complexion.

Instead, something black starts to collect on the floor, spilling from between your legs.

Your knees buckle. You almost fall forward; nearly come from the way it eases inside out, thorough and swollen.

The sensation of something indistinguishable expanding within your most vulnerable, sacred areas and slipping through your cervix until it breaks free is indescribable. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced, and it is equally petrifying as it is delicious.

It’s fucking biblical.

And it doesn’t stop until something you haven’t witnessed in its entirety takes shape.

He flows from you. Stands behind you. Grabs you and pulls you flush to him, pale hand unwavering at your throat.

When you regain balance, you notice that he is now whole to you. Blond hair adorns his crown, irises sparkle blue with a hint of crimson, and rows of teeth are a brilliant, perfect white. Sharp.

Beautiful, elegant robes cascade to the ground, fanning into a velvety scarlet. He smells sweet and warm, like fields of strawberries drenched in sunlight. He smells of the earth and what lies below it.

His slender nose drags along your pulse point. His tongue follows. He inhales greedily.

“How long have you been here?” you ask. Outside. In. It doesn’t matter what you’re referring to. You’re delirious when you question him, as if you’ve already been fucked an unfathomable amount of times, only being held upright by his presence. Your mind is coated with a thick fog.

You notice a small, strange grin lift the corners of your lips. The action feels foreign to you, almost like he’s controlling your mouth.

Your heart dilates, breaks apart and produces two separate beats, thudding in unison. Your cunt flutters, adding a third.

Will time come back to you? Greet you with welcoming arms that tell you it’s always been yours?

He laughs, a low, penetrating sound. “Oh my precious little lamb…” That voice lives in your bones, dense and deep.

“What gave you the silly idea I ever left?”

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[call-sign-shark]

Heaven In Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary:  Beaten with guilt and shame after losing his temper again, Arthur's aimless wandering leads him to church. There she is and, after diving into her heavenly eyes, he is convinced God has sent him His sweetest angel to save his bastard soul.

Words: 2.6k

TW: Blood, a bit of angst, slight blasphemy and bad use of holy water, reckless x caretaker Inspired by the prompt "Where does it hurt? - Everywhere" by @the-three-whumpeteers

Notes:

✞ Timeline: between seasons 2 and 3

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here). Heaven’s voice and song is linked, all you have to do is click on the lyrics.

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The stumbling tall silhouette of Arthur Shelby was crossing through the thick haunting mist of Birmingham. As unwelcoming the town was during the day, it was nothing compared to night time. When sun faded behind the horizon, chased by the pale glowing face of the moon, the whole city turned into a cut-throat area. Arthur brought the neck of the bottle he was holding to his chapped lips and gulped down a mouthful of pure Irish whisky. The fire trail the beverage left behind it as it went down his throat reminded him he was alive — he could still feel something, even though it was the alcohol’s burning. An animal growl escaped from his lips when the bottle left them only for him to lean his back against one of the church’s gigantic concrete walls. A loud raven’s croak torn the silent veil of the night, making him swears. The gravel in his voice answered to the dull bird, which was watching him from a tree with his tiny and beady eyes.

« Fooking bird, laughing at me like the rest of ‘em eh? »

The raven — which was rather large for a bird — tilted its head to the side and kept staring at the drunk man with a cunning interest. Its black eyes, shining under the moonlight, seemed filled with both a wise glare and a mocking sparkle. Soon, Arthur’s curiosity for the raven’s unusual behavior turned into a senseless anger when he understood why the bird was focusing on him, his explosive rage strengthened by the incredible amount of alcohol he had drunk a bit earlier.

« It’s the damn blood is it? Stop lookin’ at me like I’m — I’m some kind of monster, or a beast or I don’t fookin’ know what else! Go to Hell! »

The bottle flew towards the raven but it did not flicker, as if it knew Arthur was not in the shape of being quick nor particularly precise with aiming. As the glass smashed into the ground, Arthur hit the wall behind him with the back of his head and let out a frustrated scream. No more cocaine, no more auto destructive behavior nor suicide attempts for two years straight, and tonight he fucked it all up. He was convinced he could get better, and God knows he tried his best to do so. Got sober from every poison he used to take, got a religious wife that was trying to turn the wolf in him into a sheep… Hell, he even brought her flowers every damn day. But then came troubles, taking the shape of his little brother, Thomas Shelby.

He asked him to do the dirty job — again.

With his calloused hands, he took another man’s life. At first Arthur thought he would not be that disturbed at the idea of killing someone, after all he had done that almost his entire life. Just one last time, he told himself, just one last time and I’ll go back to my little peaceful life with me wife.

Yet, the guilt and the shame that struck him after bashing the lad’s head against the edge of a sink until his face became a pile of squishy flesh soon became too much to handle.

As the last spurt of blood spattered his face, Arthur’s clouded mind became suddenly crystal clear: it would never stop. After that epiphany, the older Shelby brother contemplated how everyone he deeply loved tended to use him. For Thomas and the rest of the family he was a mad dog, the combat brute whose only times he could enjoy life without a muzzle were when he had to rip someone’s throat apart. For his father, he had been nothing else than a poor naive hound that would have done anything to receive his respect. As for Linda, her love was a cruel mirage he wanted to believe with all his heart — but the illusion had vanished in smoke. Whether she considered him as her personal test subject for Christian brainwashing or as a tool to get what she wants, Arthur could not tell. What he could tell though was that he knew she did not really loved him. She wanted to mould him at her will, but he was no lamb. He was a wolf, a beaten and lonely wolf, but still one. And there was no love for rabid wolves, only a bullet through the brain to cure the madness.

As his skull buzzed with macabre thoughts, whose unpleasant noise reminded him of a furious beehive, a bewitching voice pulled him out of his auto-destructive spiraling. Standing at attention and listening carefully, he came to realize that someone was singing inside the church. Arthur’s eyelids fell on his steel blue eyes and the back of his head gently rested against the cold wall behind him, the same wall he had been previously smashing it with. A sighed escaped from his liquored lips as the angelic and hypnotizing voice, slightly muffled by the church’s heavy wooden doors, plunged him into a soft but oh-so-warm haze.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold…

Lulled by the sad melody carried away with Birmingham’s cold night breeze, the swarm of raging hornets in Arthur’s brain stopped crashing against the bony walls of his skull. Another sigh — one of relief this time, for the unbearable noisy thoughts and violent buzzing had vanished. His trembling fingers, numbed by the blows he had hit his target with one hour ago and still covered with half-dried blood, slid along his temples and slicked his hair back. The utter and feral anger he had felt was reduced to void, for even his old heart had slowed its pace down in his ribcage.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold…

The tune, embedded with melancholy, soothed his troubled mind and to be honest, he could barely believe it. When that switch in his brain flipped, God knew he was not in control anymore - even dear Linda, who still managed to hush down some of his tantrums, could not tame the beast inside when it broke free a bit more fiercely than usual. Yet, this voice did so. This stranger, faceless and nameless ghost of the night, brought him back to sanity with the sole power of her voice. The words she was singing, with her a juvenile and enchanting tone, were wrapping his heart. Arthur sniffed and fought hard against the dawning tears that were forming delicate crystal beads at the corner of his closed eyes.

If he had been the jolly sailor bold, he would have thrown himself out of the boat to join the siren that was singing.

My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold…

She repeated, sadder than she previously sang.

Her song sipped through his heart and filled the cracks with molten gold. Arthur’s lips stretched in an almost invisible grin without even realizing it — By her voice, he was convinced she could repair the damaged creatures like him and make them even more beautiful than they were before they had been dragged through the trenches’ mud and shit. He had barely came to his senses, almost miraculously sobered up, when silent fell again in the church. Arthur reopened his eyes, and shook his head - Had he dreamt? Had it been the whiskey singing to him? No, he could not be that crazy right? Not quite sure if he was starting to hear voices and see things, Shelby decided that he had to found out who had been singing to his very own soul. He wanted to see her, the girl who soothed his foul heart and his twisted mind. He wanted to know, no, he HAD to know, even though his whole being was fragile like a flickering candle flame caught in a hurricane and would probably shatter in million of pieces if she turned out to be an illusion.

Gathering all his remaining strength, Arthur grabbed the handle and opened the church’s door.

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A shiver ran down your delicate spine at the loud silence that floated in the gigantic and empty church. The peculiar sweet yet strong scent of myrrh, wood and frankincense filled your lungs with its holy fragrance. The vibrations of the last word you sang was still echoing in the room, swirling to the high and sculpted ceiling, from which marble angels were watching over you. If someone would have told you two years ago that the only place you would find comfort would be a church, you would not have believe it. You had never been particularly fervent about religion, but you did believe in higher forces whether they were good or bad. More than a matter of faith, the church itself was an old friend of yours. A gargantuan friend of stone, holy titan always welcoming you even in the darkest moments of your life. What you liked the most were these lonely moments at night, during which you could light up dozen of candles and sing your sorrow to the status and colorful stained-glass windows. No gossip from the parish, no believers swarming like ants within these mighty walls. There were just you, the candle lights and the soothing silence. For a few hours, you could finally find peace.

Brushing the varnished wood of the altar with your thin fingers and painted-red nails, you let your mind drift and, suddenly, the world around you vanished. You sunk so deep in the abyss of your thoughts that you did not hear the creaking sound of the heavy door opening, nor the footsteps that followed. All you could heard were the « Burn witch, burn! » that hundred of villagers screamed at you in the woeful remembrance of your past. And in spite of your immaculate porcelain skin, you bore the scars of their words deep in your soul.

[…]

Arthur made a few steps before freezing, his body refusing to come closer as if the aura around the creature that was standing back to him , right in front of the altar lightened up with dozen and dozen of small dancing flames, was too sanctified to be violated. Bathed in the soft and warm orange hue of candles, the long white hair of the woman fell down the small of her back like an ivory waterfall. Right above her the pale glow of the full moon coming through the stained-glass window formed a luminous halo around her head.

His breathing stopped, choking in his throat at such a divine vision. The gangster opened his mouth to speak but no words managed to come out. He had never been good with words anyway. Instead he moistened his lips and swallowed, his mouth dry. The white-haired girl had started to hum the same song she had been singing a bit earlier, not aware of his presence — and he did not dare to disturbing her as if he feared God’s punishment. He took another step, the wooden floor creaking under his sole.

This time the angel — because he was convinced it was one — jumped and turned around, an expression of utter surprise veiling her sweet face. Her fox eyes, adorned with two iris so fair it reminded him of aquamarine stones, scrutinized his slightest movements. She remained petrified for what felt eternity for her but, regarding him, time had stopped for good. Arthur finally inhaled sharply, coming back to life.

All those endless nights of crying, all those endless nights of praying in vain for something or someone to save him, and here you were… His salvation.

He had asked God to send him, the most desperate sinner of all, His most beautiful Angel and He had done so.

She was not just pretty. She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening. Almost ethereal in her short white dress whose cut let her naked back for the world to see.

« I waited for ya. » He whispered.

She blinked, her full and juicy lips opening with surprise.

He stuttered, looking down and decided it was better for you if he stopped talking. The gravel in his hoarse voice, as strong as it was, sounded indescribably frail. As if this tall and slightly threatening man could shatter at your single touch. Now he felt stupid, clumsy with words contrary to Tommy and his naturally eloquent and charismatic speech. In addition to the unpleasant impression of being a fool, Arthur’s own whisky-scented breath and the strong metallic smell of blood reminded him of his horrific appearance. Overcoming the awe you infused in him, panic started to kick.

You frowned, and all of sudden he did not look that impressive anymore. Swept away by the wind, your face relaxed and wrapped itself with a calm, almost placid expression. You exhaled through your nose and walked towards the gangster, who had brought his bloody hands to each side of his head and was now pulling his own hair in a desperate attempt to not lose track.

« Where does it hurt? » You asked with a quiet and soothing tone, for you were concerned about all the blood he was covered with.

Arthur raised his gaze toward the petite white-haired doll who had just pressed one of her cold little hands on his. Your ice against his fire made his legs weak and his heart missed a beat. How his breathing calmed down at your touch was a mystery, but it did. Not quite comprehending why you did not seem scared of him, he stuttered again, all flustered.

« Shhh, shhhh. Everything’s okay, take a deep breath and answer with all the time you need. » Your hand gently tightened its grip, willing to show him you were there and you were not going anywhere until he feels better.

« Where does it hurt? »

« Ev-Everywhere love. It hurts everywhere. »

His hands, his face, his body, his brain, his soul, his damn tortured soul… It all ached too much, and too constantly for him to bear anymore. E-ve-ry-where, that was all he could say because pain was all he could feel.

Without answering, you pulled him to the altar and invited him to sit on the marble stairs. The strong and fierce gangster followed you without the single physical resistance and gave in between your hands, as a rag doll. All he did was looking at you with his charming but oh-so-exhausted blue eyes as you tore the fabric of your dress near your thighs and soaked it in holy water.

« Let me wash away the blood. » Your voice echoed in the vastness of the church, enticing and haunting at the same time — enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. You had barely finished your sentence when you started rubbing the wet cloth against his hollow cheek to clean his pale skin from the dark red blood. Once again, he could not help watching you during the whole ordeal all the while enjoying the fresh sensation of the holy water cleansing the dirt of his soul. Not minding his stare filled with fascination, you focused on your task, brows slightly furrowed and fingers blessing him with the softest and most caring touch someone had given him.

« Yer an Angel. I swear you are eh. »

You quickly glanced at him, a sparkle of amusement shining in your cunning celeste blue eyes, before looking back at what you were doing. The weight of his gaze brought fire to your cheeks, for he looked at you like he had just realized what love was.

He looked at you, and to his greatest surprise, found Heaven in your eyes.

I'm super new in the Peaky Blinders fandom, so please bear with me... Especially since English is not my native language. To be honest I am kind of scared to post it so any comment, review, reblog or constructive criticism is welcome. Also, I'll be more than happy to meet people in the Peaky Blinders fandom! In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed some Arthur and Heaven. Still don’t know if I’ll write a full series or snipets of these two love birds.

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[jackkilmerlvr]

I saw “Do you think we are soulmates?” and immediately thought of Bill!! He’s always said he believes and wants that true love, that love at first sight moment and someone to grow old with. It just felt like the perfect prompt for him and I would love to see your take on it! 🖤

a/n: i love Bill's idea of true love.

the wind blew his ponytail in the wind, the stage makeup removed so you could see all his natural features under the pale moonlight. he was beautiful to you. his soft pink lips and eyes that sparkle carved by Gods themselves.

he looked at you the same, the long touches he gave you on top of the chilly patio floor with the longer glances at your features.

thoughts ran through your heads, thoughts about each other, thoughts about the future, anything that held each other in it.

with a soft intake you brush his baby hairs out of his face softly. "Billy," you started, rubbing the tips of your fingers against his cheek. "Do you think we are soulmates?"

the excitement rose onto his face within seconds, his toothy smile emerging as he eagerly nodded. taking both your hands into his own he stared into your eyes. "If i don't spend the rest of my life with you, i'm going to burn cities to the ground."

you giggled, covering your face with your hands while facing away from him.

the white veil covering your face washed back into your vision as the memory faded away and you blinked tears out of your waterline, your eyes looking at your fiance as you walked to the stand to marry your soulmate.

you guys were fifteen, how could he be so sure?

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[misc-obeyme]

I just went back and saw that Simeon is already being used so uhhhh Asmo! Sparkle, Asmo, fluff! Thank youuu.

Hello there!

I wouldn't have minded writing another piece for Simeon lol. I don't mind writing for the same characters multiple times. In fact, it's kind of a thing where I end up getting multiple requests for Solomon any time I do an event. However, I do enjoy writing for everybody and I have only had one other Asmo request so far! So I went ahead and did the prompt for him and it was a fun time because I definitely don't get to write for Asmo as much in general!

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Asmodeus with prompt sparkle

Warnings: none!

There is something endlessly captivating about the way Asmodeus can command a room. His presence is undeniable, as though it's only natural for all eyes to be on him. You see how he meshes so easily with every person he meets, being everything for everyone while always being intrinsically himself. He moves through your heart with a simple glance, the orange pink eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He responds to your presence the way everyone else responds to him - like the sun has finally risen here in the darkness of the Devildom.

It happens at a party - the type of place that you know Asmo feels most at home. He's surrounded by beautiful demons, his lilting voice and tinkling laugh rolling through the air toward you. You think he hasn't seen you yet, but you're content to watch him in his element. He shines so brightly, you're dazzled.

You linger at the edges of the crowd, keeping him in your sights, but moving around everyone. You like to watch him enchant everyone.

Inevitably, it surprises you when he walks through them all straight to you. The minute he's on the move, they part for him and watch as he takes your hand.

His smile is brilliant, his eyes shining.

"Come on, MC," he says, his voice low and quiet so that only you can hear him. "I have something for you."

He leads you out onto a balcony, away from the prying eyes of all the other party goers. They go back to their own conversations, the low hush of their words filtering outside from within, mingled with the distant sound of the party's music.

Asmo's arms are around you before you realize what's happening. You melt, leaning against him and taking him in. You feel his warmth and breathe in his scent - something light and floral with a hint of brightness to it.

"Why do you always hide in the back of parties, MC?" Asmo asks.

You open your eyes and pull back just a little to look at him. "I don't."

Asmo smiles at you indulgently. "Yes, you do. You think I don't notice? I'm always paying attention to you. You hide when you know perfectly well that all I want you to do is come straight to my side."

You squirm a little in his arms, but he soothes you by running his fingers down your cheek softly. "You're so beautiful," you say, not meeting his eyes. "And I'm just not. I don't want to dull your shine."

Asmo sighs a little, extracting himself from you enough to take something out of his bag. The moonlight catches on it, a glint of something filling your vision.

It's a necklace. The bright silver chain is thin and delicate. It holds a single round gem as a pendant and the color of it is unlike anything you've ever seen. It has a subtle pink and a gentle orange and it reminds you of Asmo's eyes.

He puts it around your neck, clasping it with ease.

"I wanted to give you something that would remind you of your own sparkle, MC," Asmo says as he puts his arms back around you, pulling you close to his body. "Your soul is so stunning, it makes my heart throb every time I see you. I know you don't see it yourself. But maybe if you wear this, you'll remember what I see when I look at you."

You're at a loss for words. This radiant demon in your arms is telling you that he sees you the way you see him - bright, shining, sparkling.

You don't need to say anything, though. Asmo can see it in your eyes. A soft giggle escapes him before he's covering you in kisses and it's like the sun has finally risen here in the darkness of the Devildom.

cozy comforts | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #omnb #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #om asmodeus #om asmo #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus x reader #om asmodeus x reader #om asmo x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me x mc #misc cozy comforts #misc writes

[steventhusiast]

Take your pick:

+ Heist AU

+ Fantasy AU

+ Soulmates AU

Look, I really like AUs.

Thank you if you do one!! ❤️❤️

hi! i'll dooooo soulmates au :D take this rambly lil mess. also sorry this took so long, i forgot about the prompts in my inbox oops

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The scariest thing about finding your soulmate is the possibility of being wrong. Or, it's been the scariest thing for Eddie, anyway.

For some people, it's easy; Gareth's soulmark is on his forearm, so it's visible all the time, and it's also so unique and specific- Eddie's certainly never seen anyone else with something as specific as a lobster holding a scythe for a soulmark. Maybe Gareth's soulmate is super into fishing and also is a goth? Or a farmer? He hasn't met them yet, but when he does! He'll at least know for sure that they're his soulmate.

But for Eddie? He has a simple cartoon-ish sunshine on his upper abdomen within a larger circle. So he's always wondered, how will he know? For certain, he means. Surely anyone can be associated with sunshine.

Then he meets Steve. Sunshine personified.

And he spends the first few months of knowing him uncertain. They have chemistry, sure, and Steve is... bright. Like, lights up a room as soon as he enters, perfect smile, eyes sparkling no matter how he's feeling, can cheer anyone up with a little shoulder nudge and a soft 'you okay?' kind of bright.

Eddie just can't be wrong about this. Because his parents were wrong, and look where they ended up. Unhappy, unloved, and dead. (Maybe not directly, but still). They weren't right for each other and they realised too late that the angel wings on his dad's shoulder weren't for his mom, and the devil horns on his mom's shoulder weren't for his dad. But by then Eddie had already been born, so they stayed together, and everyone suffered for it.

He can't go through that. Not again. Not first-hand.

Even when he and Steve first start dating, Eddie finds himself holding back. It's like his heart is inside a safe with a padlock keeping it shut, and that safe is in a locked cage, and that locked cage is hidden at the back of his ribcage.

Obviously, because Steve is so lovely and the embodiment of light, he manages to find it. He gets past each layer of Eddie's defences until his heart is there on a platter for him, vulnerable and beating oh-so-fast.

But it's slow going.

When Steve reveals the soulmark on his upper abdomen, a simple crescent moon with a slightly larger icosagon behind it, it chips away at Eddie's defences a little. But only a little, because his parents thought their marks matched too.

When Eddie can't stop smiling around Steve, and finds himself gushing about him to his friends, they're chipped away at a little more. Little moments like that do most of the work.

But the final, final thing that unlocks that safe protecting his heart, is accepting that uncertainty. Maybe Eddie will never truly find out.

They're not his parents, though. They talk to each other when things are wrong, and neither of them leave unannounced for days at a time, and neither of them are addicted to hard drugs, and they're actually happy with each other. Like, truly happy in a way Wayne promises Eddie's parents never were.

Maybe Steve's not the universe-approved sunshine to Eddie's moonlight. But he's okay with that.

He'll love him anyway. Because when has Eddie Munson ever been about conforming to societal norms?

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#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie drabble #eddie munson #steve harrington #i haven't written properly in ages #this is soo rambly #stranger things #mywriting #ask #anonymous

[tearsonthemoons]

Skinny dipping daydream

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Warning: MATURE CONTENT!! Major smut, skinny dipping, PinV activities, slight dirty talk, mild angst.

Paring: Coriolanus snow x reader smut

Prompt: you go swimming at your favorite swimming hole late at night, you end up finding a young boy you recognize from school, the night takes a turn you didn’t expect.

I had known Snow since we were kids. We grew up together in the same small town, the same district, where everyone knew everyone. But we never really hung out together, I could only see him mess around at school and gather garden supplies from our local market, I always admired him from afar. Other than that, we never even talked, until one summer day when we both found ourselves at the same lake, our towns popular swimming hole, it was always occupied, unless it was dark, which is when decide to sneak off there.

It was a late night and the cool water of the lake was calling to me.

As I followed down the path towards the lake, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I thought about snow all the way down. He is charming, always has a mischievous glint in his eye. I was excited to spend the night at the lake, but little did I know, things were about to take an unexpected turn.

As I reached the edge of the sparkling blue water, I noticed someone already sitting at the dock facing the water. It was him, the boy I thought about all the way here. Snow.

as I was slowly approaching pretending I didn't notice him sitting there, or pretend I didn't know who he was. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether I should say something or not. I had always been too shy to talk to anyone I liked, and the thought of striking up a conversation with snow, now made my heart race. But something inside me pushed me forward, and before I knew it, I was next to him on the dock.

'Hey,' I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Snow looked up, looking like I startled him, his eyes meeting mine, and a small smile formed on his lips. 'Hey,' he replied, his voice was warm and friendly.

I took a seat next to him on the dock, almost like taking a leap of faith. the cool wood beneath me sending a shiver up my spine. We sat in silence for a few moments, both of us gazing out at the peaceful lake. I couldn't help but steal glances at snow, admiring the way the moonlight danced over his features.

'Isn't it beautiful here?' snow finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between us.

I nodded, unable to find the right words to express how I felt. Being here with him made this place even more intriguing. His eyes were studying my face as I reacted to his recent words.

"You're y/n right?" he said turning a little bit making his dog tag move in the wind, immediately causing me to have to remove my eyes from his chest.

"Correct. We've had the same class since pre years." I said letting out a slight laugh. “hm” he said looking surprised he could remember I even existed. "What brings you here, mrs y/n?" "It is late." he said locking with my eyes again.

"I always come here at dark, It's what I consider fun." I said letting out a soft chuckle and softly kicking my feet around the cold water. the conversation lasted a while, dragging itself on.

As the night went on, I found myself talking about a lot of things to snow. I noticed hes listened intently, His eyes never leaving mine, making me feel seen and understood in a way.

Snow suddenly turned to me. 'How about we actually have a little fun today?' he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

My heart skipped a beat, wondering what kind of fun he had in mind. 'Sure, what do you have in mind?' I asked, trying to play it cool. But i was truly nervous. me and snow, alone, at dark. I truly was only a teenage girl, next to a attractive boy.

“Well,”Snow began, “i was thinking we could play a game of strip tease.”

My cheeks flushed with heat at the suggestion. I had always been a bit shy when it came to my body, but the thought of undressing in front of Snow sent a thrill through me, I didn't want him to not like what he saw, but he truly only saw this as an innocent game. I can't seem weak.

'Come on, it'll be fun.' Snow urged, sensing my hesitation.

With a deep breath, I nodded my head and agreed to his proposal. he walked me to a secluded spot on the shore and laid out what looked to be a towel, ready to begin our game. he's clearly done this before, I was clearly just another pawn in his game. But I couldn't resist the urges. the air was blowing my hair, I know he would have smelled my peachy shampoo. I couldn't help but steal glances at Snow as we both removed our clothes, the moon shining down enough to where I couldn't hide myself. He wasn't exactly waiting to get started. He came up close to me and gave me a fast kiss with his hands going from my neck gently to grasping my waist with desire.

"Shall I get us started?" he said in a joking manner, he made me laugh, which was his goal. As he reached for the back of my dress tie I ran off fastly with a laugh teasing him. He ran after me with a following laugh that echoed through the night time trees. "It is a strip and tease aint it?" I yelled as I nearly reached the water.

Before I could run anymore he came up on me and lifted me In a frenzied laugh we both shared. As he slowly put me down we had a remain smile, though my feet were now on the ground, he was still holding me. He placed his lips on mine, he tasted as I felt about him, this was a perfect distraction for him to pull the tie from the back of my dress, making it be nearly fully off of me, just barely resting on my shoulders for support. his eyes were glued to me.

I couldn't deny the chemistry between us. I felt a rush of adrenaline as I slowly revealed more of my body to Snow, his eyes never leaving my moonlite skin. His touch was electric as we moved closer and closer to each other, the game nearly forgotten as our bodies pressed together.

As we kissed under the dark moon, our bodies intertwined, I couldn't imagine a more perfect touch than his. Who would have thought that a simple game of strip tease would lead to such a passionate moment. I slowly lifted him shirt from his body, my dress falling behind. by this time, everything was off our bodies, admiring everything about him, he was admiring me with his hands, caressing everything on me.

His hands and feet were walking us into the water, my feet reaching the cold water, his hands caressing every spot of my body he could reach on me. Kissing him here and there as we made our way deeper. at this point we were swimming. I looked at him, admiring him. His hair was slicked back from the water, his body dripping in water, a smile looking back at me. I couldn't resist my urge to wrap my legs around him, despite being naked.

and the feeling of being so exposed on top of Snow was exhilarating.

As we treaded water, Snow finally pulled me in for a kiss. me on top of him, feeling him nearly go into me, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. The water was the perfect temperature, and the sounds of crickets singing for us only added to the moment. Feeling the weightlessness and the coolness of the water against our skin. It was a liberating and exhilarating experience,

We kissed for what felt like hours, our bodies pressed close together in the water. I could feel his hands exploring my body, tracing the curves of my back and hips, before he pulled away. "Can i?" he said looking me up and down. I knew what he was asking, I wasn't going to say no.

"Yes" I said removing from of the pressure my legs had on his back so he could out me where I he wanted. slowly his hands moved me to where he was finally inside.

The water was teasing our bodies as we he slowly moved me up and down, adding to the sensation of being completely immersed in each other. We started to move together in a slow, passionate rhythm, It was a feeling unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The coolness of the water mixed with the heat of our bodies, creating an electrifying sensation.

I had to press my head into his shoulder almost leaving a soft bite to try and contain the noise I wanted to make. "Can I keep going" he said with his hand holding me tightly so I didn't drift away seeing that my legs were shaking unstable.

"Please." I said in a shaky whisper in his ear.

this was what changed everything, he started moving much faster and using his hands harshly to keep me in place, the pleasure was uncontrollable, He was leaving out soft groans into my ear only spreading my chance of climax up. He was getting faster and Faster, making the water splash around us, I needed something stronger for support, the feeling sent me over, I reached for his back digging my nails into his broad back as I let my final moan out. I had reached my climax.

But he was still using my body, "Im almost there, Just a little longer okay?" he said In a heavy whisper almost out of breath. This feeling was indescribable, he moaned as his hands squeezed me the hardest they had all night let me know he was finished.

For the few minutes of soft kisses and catching our breaths, he broke our heaving breathing by saying "I barely even know you." "That was the greatest I've ever had Y/N."

my heart flutters before I kiss him one last time. "come back tomorrow?" I said ending our night.

#coriolanus fluff #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus smut #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow #the hunger games #smut

[emilybeemartin]

Inktober Days 28-31

Day 28: Sparkle

When people ask me which national park I've worked in is my favorite, I have a diplomatic answer. They're all different! Yellowstone is never boring, Glacier is visually stunning. But Great Smoky Mountains? Great Smokies is home. It was my first park, even before Yellowstone--I was brought on as a summer intern in 2010, and it set the course for my whole career onward.

Where other national parks trade in dramatic grandeur, Great Smokies offers a more intimate beauty. The pale pops of Catawba rhododendron blossoms in the dark forest. The squiggle of a spotted salamander in dewy moss. The first flush of red on the autumn slopes. The Christmas-tree perfume of the balsam firs at high elevation. 

But some of the most special things to me are the fireflies. The secret of the synchronous fireflies has trickled out, and now people flock to see them in late spring, flashing in coordinated laser light shows. My absolute favorites are the blue ghost fireflies, which glow a moonlight-blue, without blinking, and drift a few feet above the ground. On a dark, quiet evening, it's the single most magical sight I've ever seen. So magical I built a whole fantasy system around them in my first novel, Woodwalker.

Day 29: Massive

There are so many parks whose scale simply can't be appreciated in photos. The yawning chasm of the Grand Canyon. The looming summits of Grand Teton. The plunging valleys of Glacier. And the massive span and height of sequoia trees.

Though this is a purely American tree, I've only experienced them abroad, when I lived in New Zealand. A short walk away from my student flat was a beautiful botanical garden, and I was amazed to find a grove of sequoias growing there. I greeted them like compatriots, foreigners in a faraway land. I visited them often and knew someday I needed to visit their cousins on their home turf. Like my fixation on Olympic National Park, I've frequently found myself plotting the drive from my Rocky Mountain jobs to the closest parks of sequoias and redwoods. I'll get there, one day.

Day 30: Rush

Yosemite—the rush of history toward the riches of the west, the rush of visitors in the valley, the rush of air through climbers’ ropes, the rush to protect endangered natural spaces. But to me, no homage to Yosemite is complete without rushing water. Plunging waterfalls, rivers foaming with spring melt, frigid banks piled with frazil ice--- this park sings with the power of water.

Day 31: Fire

We end Inktober 2023 in Hawai‛i Volcanoes National Park, a place where fire, earth, and water all meld together. At first I picked this park simply because it fit the prompt, but as I did some research, I realized how fitting it is to end this month-long celebration of national parks here. Built into the management policies for Hawai‛i Volcanoes is the practice of ho‛okupu, the action of creating growth through chanting or offerings. As Huihui Kanehele-Mossman, Kumu Hula and Executive Director at Edith Kanaka‛ole Foundation, puts it:

“[Ho‛okupu] is not showing gratitude… it’s a recognition between you and the place… that you are present there in order to have an exchange—an equal exchange between you and the place.”

As park rangers, we’re faced with tangible reminders of degradation every day—past, present, and future—in things like the violent history of land theft, the tenacious grip of invasive species, and the looming consequences of climate change. It’s easy for rangers to view both ourselves and the visiting public as interlopers and invaders, capable of only destruction, a force to be managed and mitigated.

But we’re not. That same force that enables us to destroy also enables us to restore, grow, and create. And as Robin Wall Kimmerer discusses in Braiding Sweetgrass, humans shouldn’t consider ourselves mere intruders in natural spaces. We evolved alongside nature. We do belong in it, and it relies on our power and gentleness as much as we rely on it.

Even beyond that, national parks are human-created spaces, with human boundaries, roads, infrastructure, and patterns. We have to be involved with them. We have to view ourselves as an integral part of their wellbeing, an equal partner, and a force for good, or we risk losing them to sheer indifference.

“If you don’t have anything else to give to a place, give your voice.”

-Huihui Kanehele-Mossman

Thanks for traveling along with me on this journey through our national parks! I hope you have an autumn full of peace and purpose!

#31 days of national parks #inktober #national parks #great smoky mountains #sequoia kings canyon #yosemite #hawai'i volcanoes

[atinycafe]

LIME SORBET — ch 01 [jetlag]

PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.

FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader, platonic!beta!maddox x reader (joong + san + woo focus)

IN THIS CHAPTER; reader just lands in s. korea and maddox is here to drive her home, but who are those men next to him?

WRD COUNT; 2.7k

NOTES; this takes place during the inception era, so joong has blue hair yas!! + it's so sweeeeet, the boys r like so quick 2 b attracted 2 her it's crazy + reader is oblivious so it's a slay, make the boys work 4 ur lov!! + soulmates r mentionned + kyungmoon is maddox korean name btw

TAGLIST; no one yet! lmk if you want 2 b added!

She cracked her neck as she descended from her flight, a mix of exhaustion and excitement coursing through her veins. This moment marked a new chapter, creating a tale of unforeseen beginnings in the young omega's life. The long journey from LA to Seoul had left her weary, but the anticipation of commencing her new career kept her spirits high.

Stepping into the bustling airport, she inhaled the unfamiliar scents and absorbed the vibrant energy surrounding her. The girl's eyes darted around, searching for her dear friend Kyungmoon amid the sea of faces. Her heart fluttered with impatience as minutes turned into what felt like hours. Uncertainty gnawed at her, turning her usual sweet citrusy scent bitter, but she remained optimistic, trusting that her friend would show up soon. Oblivious to the fact that the beta had brought along some of his alpha companions, she stood there, a vision of beauty in her own right, radiating an air of independence and grace.

As she waited, the omega's thoughts drifted to the adventures that awaited her in Seoul. She envisioned exploring the bustling city streets, indulging in delectable Korean cuisine, and immersing herself in the rich culture once again. She truly had missed her country. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of wanderlust as she remembered her peripeteias that lead her to where she was. She had finally finished her trainee period after two long years in dance studios, vocal classes and many other categories. She was ready to start her career. She deserved it after all the hard work, her efforts and labor standing as undeniable testament to her dedication and perseverance.

Though weariness tugged persistently at her spirit, the omega's appearance remained steadfastly impeccable. Cascading in resplendent disarray, her tousled hair wove loose waves down her shoulders, adorning her delicate features like tendrils of moonlight. Draped in a long bodycon dress, its fabric sculpting her figure with grace, she defied the constraints of fatigue, radiating an air of confidence and allure. A subtle contradiction played out in her fashion choice, for atop her form-fitting attire, she had donned a baggy jacket, its oversized silhouette serving as a symbol of comfort and nonchalant elegance. Amidst this unique combination of clothing, she exuded an irresistible charm that commanded attention, captivating the gazes and stirring admiration among those fortunate enough to lay their eyes upon her. People couldn't help but be drawn to her presence, both because of her striking beauty and the rarity of her being an omega, a presence often regarded with fascination and reverence.

Moreover, it was not only her visual allure that captured the fascination of those around her, but also the enchanting scent that accompanied her presence. A subtle yet distinct aroma, reminiscent of sweet limes and fresh blossoms, wafted delicately through the air, leaving a trail of intrigue in its wake. It was as if her very essence, an olfactory symphony of citrusy notes, beckoned passersby to linger a moment longer, their senses entangled in the intoxicating allure. Strangers found themselves inexplicably drawn to her, compelled to bask in the delightful fragrance that emanated from her being, an ethereal fragrance that added an enchanting layer to her already mesmerizing aura.

With an impatient sigh, the omega decided it was time to venture beyond the confines of the bustling airport and seek out her cherished friend Maddox. As she stepped outside, her gaze scanned the area, searching eagerly for his familiar face amidst the crowd of unfamiliar faces.

And then, there he was, standing a short distance away, looking as anxious and excited as she felt. In that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Without a second thought, she broke into a sprint, her fatigue momentarily forgotten as she closed the distance between them. The world blurred around her as she ran towards Kyungmoon, her heart pounding in her chest. And then, as they finally met, she flung her arms around him, enveloping him in a tight embrace, two years' worth of separation melting away in an instant. Their reunion was a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared, a bond that had weathered the test of time and distance.

[flashback] As the grueling session of vocal lessons came to an end, Maddox and the omega sought refuge in the comfort of the practice room, their laughter echoing through the air. They had formed a unique bond, a sibling-like connection that went beyond mere friendship. Leaning against the wall, their tired expressions softened into smiles as they exchanged stories and shared the challenges and triumphs of their day. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, a testament to the ease and comfort they found in each other's presence. Maddox affectionately nudged the omega's shoulder, his eyes sparkling with pride. "You were really good today!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with genuine admiration. "Your voice soared to new heights, you just might be a new rival to Jongho." Jongho. The maknae of the rookie group ATEEZ, who had just debuted as she got accepted in the KQent. Blushing, the omega grinned, appreciating Maddox's unwavering support. "Stooop," she whined, her voice brimming with heartfelt appreciation. "I could never, did you hear him, I think his voice goes higher than mine. And he's an alpha!" she laughed out loud. In the warmth of their bond, there was an unspoken understanding. They were there for each other, offering guidance and encouragement through thick and thin. Their connection was like a secret language, understood only by them. In that precious moment, their laughter mixed with the profound harmony of their connection, creating a sanctuary of unwavering support and affection. Their bond, nurtured through their unspoken understanding, would guide them as they embarked on their respective journeys, with Maddox serving as a mentor who inspired the omega to reach for the stars. [end of flashback]

Lost in their joyous embrace, the omega remained oblivious to the presence of the alphas behind Maddox. Their eyes, however, were fixed upon her, captivated by the intensity of the moment. The alphas observed the way she clung to Maddox, the genuine affection evident in her embrace. They couldn't help but be drawn to her, not just because of her pretty eyes, pretty smile, cute nose, rosy cheeks, sweet scent (okay, maybe because she was super cute) but also because her pure and unguarded emotions seemed to shimmer like a beacon in the surrounding chaos.

For a fleeting moment, the alphas exchanged glances, silently acknowledging the undeniable connection that had formed between them and the enchanting omega. Their curiosity stirred, they watched as the omega finally pulled away from Maddox, her eyes shining with unbridled happiness. It was a scene they couldn't tear their gazes away from, as if destiny itself had orchestrated their convergence in that very moment.

As the omega and Maddox finally reunited, their excitement bubbled over, and they couldn't contain their joy. Squealing with delight, they spoke in rapid succession, their words overlapping in a familiar language only they could understand. Their conversation was a whirlwind of inside jokes, memories, and declarations of how much they had missed each other.

Meanwhile, the alphas observed this lively exchange, their thoughts intertwining in a silent symphony. Their telepathic dialogue unfolded, each alpha offering their own perspective on the omega's magnetic presence and her undeniable connection with Maddox.

"Look at her," the shortest alpha with blue hair mused, his thoughts colored with admiration for the omega's vibrant energy.

"They seem close," another alpha with soft dimples chimed in, his inner voice tinged with slight envy and covetousness. Despite him only thinking it, he couldn't help the subtle pout forming on his pink lips

The third alpha, faintly tanned and with moles adorning his face, joined the conversation, his thoughts filled with playful mischief. "Sanni~ slow down, you're going from zero to 'head over heels' in record time" he mused, unable to resist a lighthearted teasing.

At the comment 'Sanni' rolled his eyes and nudged his friend with his elbow, "Wooyoung, why are you acting like I literally can't hear your thoughts," he retorted. The blue haired man let out a "Gotcha!" at the back of their minds, still not leaving the sweet girl out of his eyes.

"Yah! Hongjoong!" Wooyoung let out a scream, wide eyes on his leader as he faked a jab to his shoulder. At the scream, both Maddox and the young girl turn to look at them.

"Are you crazy? Why are you screaming my name like that in the middle of the airport, what if people recognize us?" Hongjoong actually turned to punch him in the side of his chest, making the boy crouch down dramatically, letting a small "Leader whyyy". She giggles.

The girl's melodious laughter caught the attention of all three alphas, their thoughts momentarily distracted from their playful banter. All captivated by the sound that seemed to weave its way into their very souls.

They couldn't help but be enchanted by the girl's laughter. It danced in their ears, like a sweet melody that stirred something deep within them. Wooyoung's mischievous nature momentarily forgotten, he found himself drawn to the sound, eager to be the one to elicit such joyous expressions.

San, the alpha with dimples, also couldn't resist the infectious nature of her laughter. His negligible jealousy momentarily subsided as he found himself captivated by the genuine happiness radiating from her. He couldn't help but wonder if he could be the one to bring forth that laughter, to witness it blossom like a delicate flower under his playful antics.

Hongjoong observed the interaction between the girl and his pack brothers, a spark of curiosity flickering in his eyes. Her laughter had reached his ears, echoing like a symphony in the vastness of his mind. Being the astute and perceptive leader of the pack, he observed his fellow members, as they surreptitiously stole glances at the captivating omega. He could sense the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions stirring within them, their minds ablaze with curiosity and desire. Though they had tried to mask their reactions, Hongjoong, with his keen senses, easily picked up on their telltale signs.

Inwardly, he made a mental note to have a conversation with his pack members about the growing attraction they felt towards the omega.

Yes, she was cute.

Yes, she was lovely.

Yes, she was to die for.

But as the leader of his pack, it was his responsibility to ensure a harmonious and respectful dynamic within the pack. He understood the tumultuous nature of desires, especially when it concerned an omega as enchanting as the one before them. It was essential to address their feelings and establish clear boundaries to maintain a healthy pack environment.

As Maddox and the girl turned their attention towards them, the alphas quickly regained their composure, their expressions shifting to a mixture of nonchalance and amusement. San straightened up, flashing a charming smile, while Hongjoong offered a nod of acknowledgment. Wooyoung, on the other hand, had a mischievous glint in his eyes, a playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Caught off guard by their sudden interaction, the girl's eyes widened in surprise, her laughter faded into a shy smile. The alphas exchanged a brief moment of silent telepathy, their thoughts entwined like a delicate dance. There was a palpable tension in the air, a recognition of the magnetism that seemed to draw them together.

For pete's sake! Have they never met an omega before? Well, they sure are acting like it. Hongjoong pondered the question that lingered in his mind: What was it about this particular omega that had stirred such unprecedented reactions among his pack members — not wanting to admit it but him too? As he considered the extraordinary reactions of his pack brothers towards the omega, a realization dawned upon him. The intensity of their responses, the unspoken connection they felt with her, and the sheer magnetism she exuded— all pointed towards one possibility: she might be their mate.

The concept of a mate held deep significance within their society. It represented a soulful connection, a bond that transcended mere friendship or attraction. A mate was someone who completed and complemented them, a partner with whom they could forge an unbreakable union.

The discovery of mates was a rare and treasured occurrence. It was a phenomenon that went beyond the realm of simple probability and statistics. Finding a mate was not an everyday experience; it was a rare alignment of fate and destiny, where the threads of souls intertwined in a way that defied logic and explanation. The process of recognizing a mate required a profound connection, a resonance that transcended superficial attraction and ran deeper than physical or emotional compatibility.

As the notion of the omega potentially being his mate settled in Hongjoong's mind, a sense of giddiness and excitement surged within him. It was as if a surge of euphoria coursed through his veins, heightening his senses and setting his heart aflutter. The mere thought of sharing a deep, intimate bond with someone so captivating and beautiful was both exhilarating and humbling.

In the depth of his admiration for her, Hongjoong found himself captivated by her every feature. From her pretty eyes that sparkled with joy and curiosity, to her sweet smile that could light up a room. Every aspect of her appearance seemed to align perfectly with his own preferences and desires, making him feel as if she were custom-made to captivate his hear—

"-oong"

"Hongjoong"

"Hongjoong! Help us carry this!"

Startled out of his reverie, Hongjoong blinked rapidly as Maddox's words registered in his mind. He quickly snapped back to reality, realizing that he had momentarily drifted off into his own thoughts, consumed by the sweet girl.

Shaking off the lingering daze, Hongjoong flashed a sheepish smile at Maddox, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and distraction. "Sorry, lost in my own world for a moment there," he chuckled, his voice betraying the remnants of his giddy state.

Without further delay, Hongjoong sprang into action, his focus shifting from his inner musings to the immediate task at hand. He joined the boys in attending to the luggage, the weight of his thoughts momentarily set aside as he dedicated himself to practical matters.

"Oh let me help"

As the words left the omega's lips, a collective chorus of panicked voices erupted from the alphas. "No!" they exclaimed in unison, their expressions a mix of alarm and concern. Startled by their sudden outburst, the omega blinked in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing. Even Kyungmoon cast odd glances at them from the background.

Before she could utter a word, however, the alphas quickly composed themselves, their sheepish expressions replacing the initial panic. They exchanged glances, silently communicating their shared decision, and then turned to face the omega with reassuring smiles.

"Actually, it's fine," Maddox spoke up, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of amusement, seemingly aware of why the alphas were acting in a such peculiar way. Well, she was a pretty girl, and they sure have been working hard on their comeback, not really having the time for contact with the opposite gender. "The car is just right around the corner. We've got it under control, don't worry."

Hongjoong nodded in agreement, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "We appreciate your offer, but we've got everything covered. Just leave the heavy lifting to us," he said, his tone warm and reassuring.

Wooyoung and San chimed in, their voices filled with genuine appreciation. "You've already traveled a long way. We don't want you to tire yourself out even more," Wooyoung explained, his eyes filled with concern.

San nodded in agreement, his voice soft and earnest. "Maddox brought us here to help you. Let us handle the logistics while you relax and enjoy the moment." He softly pats the omega's head, his other hand lifting the heavy luggage, making his bicep bulge.

The omega's confusion gradually transformed into a smile, touched by their thoughtfulness and protective nature. "Alright," she relented, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you, guys."

With that, the group began to make their way towards the car, the alphas leading the way while Maddox walked alongside the omega, offering light conversation. As they approached the waiting vehicle, Hongjoong couldn't help but steal glances at the omega, his gaze filled with a newfound appreciation. The anticipation of what their connection could mean lingered in the back of his mind, fueling his determination to be present and supportive during this pivotal time as trivial as it may be. He knew there would be opportunities to explore the depth of their bond, but for now, he would channel his excitement into being reliable, puffing his chest and all. Ah alphas and their ego~

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