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badgerbl00d · 1 year

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one piece boys confessing their feelings

☆ characters: zoro, mihawk

☆ up next: what are we? (law x reader)

☆ a/n: my two favorite swordsmen.. i didn't realize how much i missed writing for zoro so definitely expect more marimo content in upcoming posts. enjoy lovelies!

zoro

“Let’s go fishing, Usopp,” Luffy laughed, “Oi! Zoro! Wanna fish with us? I heard there’s Sea Kings in these waters!”

Zoro waved a hand in Luffy’s direction to dissent, though he wasn’t really paying attention to anything happening around him.

A third bottle of beer found its way into the hands of the scarred swordsman, and was happily chugged within seconds.

His head was buzzing, though not from alcohol.

He was nervous.

He wiped his sweaty palms against his shirt for the umpteenth time that night, trying to work up a sense of courage.

To his satisfaction, no one else had seemed to notice his behavior,

You were flipping through a magazine with Nami, suntanning in the tiniest bikini he’d ever seen.

He couldn’t think straight when you were around and he really needed to- now more than ever.

For weeks now he’d been trying to think of how to admit his feelings to you- a harder feat for him than most.

To completely let down every wall he’d spent years and years building up for even just a moment or two of vulnerability.

He’d come close to telling you several times already, and he was pretty sure he might have let something slip before when he was drunk, leading to more than one awkward morning after. He’d avoid you, beat himself up over it, get drunk again that night to forget anything ever happened, and repeat the night before.

It was a disaster.

“You know,” Sanji had said one particularly awkward morning after- more to himself than Zoro, “You’d have a better shot if you didn’t ignore her completely the morning after a horrendously drunk and half-assed confession.”

Zoro had ignored him and stormed out to cut something in half but his advice- if you could call it that- stuck with him.

So here he was now, looking for a quiet place so he could rehearse what he was going to say.

What did he want to say? He paced back and forth, muttering lines he’d written down from movies or famous love quotes.

“If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” he’d tried, turning towards a mirror to see how he looked.

Absolutely not. You’d definitely read that book.

“You have bewitched me body and soul- No. No way, I’m not saying that.”

He crushed the piece of paper in his fist and opted to take a nap and have a drink, failproof support systems that had yet to fail him.

“I don’t know, Nami,” you said, “I mean he’s been drunk every single time and it’s starting to really piss me off.

It’s like… every time I’m stupid enough to believe it! Even though I know he’s drunk he gets so sincere for a moment or two and says stuff like ‘You're really beautiful you know that?’ or ‘I feel… a connection with you’. And I’m dumb enough to believe it every damn time.”

“And then he ignores you the next day and pretends nothing happened.”

“Yeah. It’s so weird though, ‘cause I swear- it’s like he gets possessed by rationality and calm in the midst of being a drunken idiot and he says these things with such intent! It’s jarring. I mean he goes from a moron to a Jane Austen romantic hero. What the hell is that?”

“I mean, no offense,” Nami started, your stomach churned with dread before she could even continue, “But maybe he’s just.. you know, trying to hook up. Drop some half assed compliments and hope that’s enough to get him laid.”

An uncomfortable feeling of sadness swallowed you whole. You sighed, taking a sip of your drink.

“I know. I don’t think he’s lying about the attraction, but it would save me a lot of grief if he was just straightforward. That way I could just hook up with him and get it over with.”

Nami laughed, “Gross! You know he showers like once a week right?”

“I can fix him,” you said, laughing with her.

The boys had caught a mountain of fish and sea creatures, so Sanji had promised you all a feast.

Brook had started playing before the sun had set and Robin and Franky were dancing.

You played some beer pong with Luffy and Usopp, while Nami helped Sanji in the kitchen.

You loved nights like these, but as much as you wanted to enjoy yourself you knew that with parties and fun came booze.

And with booze came a certain drunken swordsman promising you sweet nothings.

You tried to focus on the game but were getting badly beat.

You walked into the kitchen to sit with Nami who was sipping on a piña colada, special treatment from Sanji, of course.

“Make me one too Sanji-kun! Please,” you asked.

He gladly obliged.

The three of you talked and laughed while Sanji cooked, enjoying the music and sight of the younger boys playing with Chopper.

The kitchen door swung open and in walked Zoro, who had been very clearly napping. His hair was matted in some places and his eyes still carried the sag of someone who’d been involuntarily woken up from a nap.

“Smelled food,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

You finished your drink and got up out of your seat.

“Leaving, Y/n?” Sanji asked.

Zoro turned to look at you, like he was about to say something.

“Uh, yeah, I’m gonna go read for a bit. Thank you for the food!”

Nami shot you a sympathetic look and waved bye to you.

Zoro sighed, not totally oblivious to the timing of his entrance and your departure.

Sanji and Nami glared at him.

He rolled his eyes at them, “I’ll fix it.”

And he walked out to join Luffy.

Amidst the general excitement that had spread itself throughout the crew over the course of the night was Zoro who was making his way toward the crow’s nest, in hopes of finding you.

You were tucked into a corner of the room, reading a book.

Your knees were up on the sofa and you seemed to be nearly asleep.

He felt somewhat guilty interrupting you.

But it was now or never.

He walked in, not saying anything.

You sat up, closing your book.

Your stomach was in a knot.

The swordsman sat next to you, close enough that his knee touched yours.

He was sitting up straighter than usual, and seemed restless, fidgeting with his hands until he finally set his left hand on top of your right one that was resting beside you.

Your eyes widened, you were surprised by this, but didn’t say anything.

“Y/n, can I tell you something? I’ve been meaning to for a while but I- Well, I’ve never done anything like this before so I fucked it up. More than once. So I’m going to fix it right now.”

You nodded hesitantly, caught somewhat off-guard by his unusual behavior.

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped.

Everything around you momentarily stopped as your brain tried to catch up to speed with everything that had just happened.

In an instant you were suddenly hyper-aware of everything- the strong pulse of your heartbeat, the sweat that had gathered on your palms, how you felt suspended in both motion and time as he sat waiting for some kind of response.

But you knew Zoro, and recognized that rosy glow on his cheeks. You knew that when he approached you after midnight with unusual confidence and gusto, on a night when you’d all been celebrating.

How he always sat next to you, closer and closer every time, this time placing his hand on top of yours.

You broke eye contact to look down at your hands.

“I love you, too,” you chose to interpret it as a friendly drunken slip-up, “Make sure you tell everyone else that you love them too, or they’ll get jealous.”

You turned back to your book, trying to ignore the ache in your chest, covering it up with an unconvincing smile.

“No.”

You turned, confused, “N-no?”

“I meant it.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared at him.

“I love you.”

The air around the two of you was completely stagnant, full of tension.

He’d done this before; gotten drunk, been suddenly affectionate and touchy, and then acted completely normal the next day, even ignoring you when you tried to talk to him about it.

You weren’t going to let it happen again.

Scoffing, you brushed him off, moving your hand out from under his.

“You’re drunk,” you said, trying to ignore the disappointment that had started to spread throughout your body, “Why don’t you get some water? Or bread? But don’t do this to me again.”

You got up and placed your book down, ready to make your way to your room and try and forget anything had happened, like he would.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

Zoro stood up behind you and turned you around to face him.

“I’m not drunk,” he started, “Last thing I’d want to do is ruin this with some kind of idiotic drunken rant. I-I want to remember this- I want you to remember this!

Everything about this- how damn cold it is up here, what you’re wearing, what I say to you, how it ends, everything.”

His hands were squeezing your shoulders, and his stare was full of an intensity you couldn’t have reciprocated if you tried.

You’d seen him before in battle- swords drawn, back hunched, and eyes settled onto his victim like a hungry animal.

But this was different, it was vulnerable. He was being weak in front of you.

He took a deep breath.

You had never felt so focused in your life, your eyes were intently set on his and your brows furrowed in concentration as you took in everything about this moment.

“I love you! I love you and- and I don’t mean it the way we say it to each other in battle, or as crewmates.

I hate that! I hate calling you my crewmate, my friend, my companion.

You are!

You are, but I hate that that’s all I can call you.

So I came to you to tell you that I love you.

Entirely.”

He brought his hands down to interlace them with yours.

“I love you,” he said again, this time bending down slightly to level his eyesight with yours.

He looked at you with concern, lips slightly parted.

Your breath was shaky and you had unconsciously grabbed onto his forearms to stabilize yourself while you tried to process what was happening.

You stayed silent, your confusion as evident as his desperation.

Another few moments passed with no words exchanged, it felt like the whole world was holding its breath- waiting for you to say anything.

You took a deep breath and swallowed, your mind racing through the millions of different things you wanted to say.

How dare you? Are you serious? I love you too! I never want to talk to you again. I love you too! What happens now?

Zoro’s grip on your shoulders softened and his shoulders sunk. A look of disappointment settled itself onto his stoic features and he let go of you, in a kind of heartbroken acceptance.

He nodded, more to himself than you.

“Goodnight,” he said, walking back out.

“Zoro- Zoro, wait! Wait, please.”

He stopped and turned around- Were those tears in his eyes?

“I love you, too,” you said, in a much calmer tone than expected, “I have since I set foot on this ship, since I first saw you. I love you.”

His eyes widened and he picked you up in his arms, wrapping them around your waist as you sunk into his chest hugging him back with all the force you could muster.

He spun you around, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

You cried into his chest, and felt a tear or two fall onto your forehead when you looked up at him as he finally set you down.

“I thought that- I thought I’d fucked everything up and that-”

Zoro was rambling, his hands holding onto you again, with a grip that reassured you he didn’t want to let go.

You interrupted him by crashing your lips into his, sending him reeling backwards.

He landed on the floor, one arm breaking the fall and the other wrapped around you.

You straddled him and deepened the kiss bringing your hands to rest on his chest as he pulled you closer into his body.

The two of you kissed and kissed, pulling away only when you were desperate for breath, before resuming again.

When you were finally tired enough, you simply sat smiling like idiots at each other.

“I should’ve been honest with you months ago,” Zoro said, bringing a hand up to your face, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek.

You grabbed his forearm, leaning your cheek into his hold.

A smile spread out over your face.

“It’s okay, I knew.”

mihawk

He’d been dreading it for weeks- months, even.

Never in his life did he think that he’d find himself in a position of having to stay on Red Hair’s ship, but here he was. Sat at a table on the deck, an overflowing pint of beer in his hand, and Red Haired pirates laughing and swearing and drinking on all sides of him. And then out of nowhere, there was you.

They told him you’d been part of the crew for 5 months now, a rookie pirate in need of a ship and some stability and had found your way onto the Red Force after winning several games of poker against Shanks.

He’d had an eye on you from the moment you walked out onto the deck, in a pair of deliciously short shorts and a tank top that hugged your curves in the most alluring way he’d ever seen.

You poured yourself a pint and played a game of blackjack with members of the crew whose name’s he didn’t know, or care to know.

He sat with Shanks and the other officers in the crew.

“She’s somethin’, isn’t she?” Shanks asked, laughing as he took note of his friend’s interest in you, much to his evident annoyance.

“I suppose I just didn’t think a woman like that would be on a crew like yours, Red Hair.”

“Neither did we,” Benn chimed in, earning a playful nudge from his captain.

A sudden eruption of noise diverted their attention towards the betting table you were sitting at.

You were smiling, graciously accepting your winnings from your crewmates who were alleging cheating.

“There’s only four jacks in a deck!”

“I saw her hand moving!”

“She was card counting!”

Yasopp laughed and called you over, “Before they start swinging!”

You approached their table, weaving your way toward them through your drunk and rowdy crewmates, before taking a seat next to Mihawk, who was clearly uneasy with your presence.

What was he supposed to do? He felt a strange desire to make a good impression on you, and realized part of him was hoping to form a friendship. His stomach churned at the unusual feeling.

“Didn’t think I’d ever meet a legend like yourself,” you’d said to him, as you extended your hand, “Y/n, pleasure to meet you.

You’re a lot less scary in person! And a lot more handsome.”

You smelled like cherries and whiskey, sweet and addicting.

He took your hand, despite his embarrassment at your compliments and against his better judgment followed up with, “Likewise.”

Shanks whistled, and put his arm around the swordsman’s shoulders, “Never seen you flirt before!”

The table laughed and you asked Benn for a cigarette, bending over to let him light it for you.

“Calm down, Shanks,” you said as you puffed a small cloud of smoke, “No one’s flirting.”

He felt his chest tighten slightly, had you not been flirting? He wasn’t experienced but he figured that you had at least professed some kind of interest.

You turned to look at him and winked.

His chest tightened again.

Lucky had started another card game, and you played as you talked. Mihawk asked about your life before piracy- a story for another time, you’d told him. He talked about details of his life that were unknown even to Shanks- small things like his garden at home, his favorite things to cook, and even certain details of his warlord duties. It was unlike him to share anything with anyone, but the way you stared up at him batting your big doe eyes with a cigarette hanging lazily from your plump glossy lips… he found himself unable to resist the urge to keep you interested in his presence.

The noise of the ship eventually faded into the background, the talking and laughing melting into their own conversations.

Hours passed and eventually music started playing, some other new crew members that had brought their instruments on board with them.

“We finally have some good musicians, don’t we Y/n?” Shanks asked.

“Mhmm,” you replied, looking through your cards barely paying him any attention. You tapped your feet rhythmically against the floor, humming along to the quick paced flamenco melody that was playing.

“Do you dance, swordsman?” you asked, turning to look at Mihawk.

You heard Shanks groan in the background.

“Occasionally.”

You set your cards down, face up, revealing a winning hand. The rest of the table threw their cards down in frustration.

“Will you do me the honors?”

A rare smile settled onto his face. He offered his hand to help you up out of your chair, and you guided him to a more open area on the deck. He placed a hand on your waist, and you took a guilty pleasure in how unyielding his grip was against you. You could feel the pads of each of his fingers holding onto your soft skin, and trailed your hand up to his face, lightly tracing a finger down the side of his neck before resting your hand on his shoulder.

People whistled and clapped.

“Keep up,” you said.

“I’ll try.”

He appreciated your warning, you were like a different person when dancing. The cool, calculated demeanor you adopted when playing cards with your poker face perfected and your breathing steady and even, was completely washed over by a fiery intent to move.

He did struggle to keep up at first, you slipped through his hold like water, your feet moving and landing between and around him like a downpour of rain.

He managed to match your tempo- catch the tail end of your movements and proved a worthy partner, but he didn’t come close to matching your mastery of the art.

By the time the song was finished beads of sweat dripped down his neck, and his heart was pounding loud enough that he could barely hear the cheering coming from the other pirates.

He wanted to give you the credit of wearing someone of his caliber out, he could take on a hundred men and barely increase his heart rate.

This was different though- the beating in his chest, the excitement in his belly, the way his eyes clung to your figure as though attached with string. He couldn’t get enough of you, he inhaled smelling your perfume again.

Another smile settled onto his face, one of satisfaction.

Three week had passed and Mihawk was grabbing the last of his things- a photo of the two of you you’d forced him to take. It was of you pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Shanks lightly knocked on his door.

“Sure you don’t want to stay another week?” he asked, awkwardly standing by the door.

“That’s what you came to ask?”

Shanks rubbed the back of his neck, “No, it’s actually about Y/n.”

This caught his attention.

“What about her?”

“Well,” Shanks walked over to sit on the bed, “I think you should talk to her before you leave, tell her how ya feel.”

“How I… feel? And how exactly do you think I feel?”

“C’mon man, it’s obvious- No offense. The way you two look at each other? You danced with her. In front of people.”

The swordsman scoffed, but didn’t disagree and chose to maintain his silence as he packed the rest of his clothes.

“She likes ya, Hawk-eye. I think you knew that though.

Don’t say anything if you’re gonna hurt her.”

He got up and gave him a friendly pat on the back before heading back out, “We’re headed to a bar right now, so you’ll have the ship to yourself. Take care of her!”

It was unclear whether he was talking about the ship or you.

Mihawk sighed, he adjusted the collar of his loosely fitting white shirt, and set out to find you.

You were in one of the common areas, one of the musicians was showing you how to play the guitar. Plucking at a few strings here and there, you laughed and sang, trying to play a song with your clearly limited ability.

Mihawk stood and watched you for a moment, before clearing his throat.

You turned, smiling when you saw him.

“What do you think? Good enough to dance to?”

He let out a light laugh, “Maybe in ten years.”

You smiled, plucking a few more strings before asking, “What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be packing?”

“I was hoping to speak with you for a moment,” he paused when you stayed put, “Alone.”

Your eyes widened, “Oh! Of course!”

You handed the guitar back to its owner, ignoring the whistles that followed you out of the room.

You took Mihawk’s arm and walked toward the deck, your stomach turning.

You stopped at the railing, leaning over it, trying to take deep breaths of the salty air to calm yourself.

What on Earth could he have to talk to you about? Shanks had promised not to say anything… Could he possibly-

“I’m… very appreciative of your company these past few weeks.

You’re a very intelligent, talented, beautiful woman, and I cannot think of a better companion with whom to have spent my time,” he started, interrupting your train of thought.

You softly smiled, a light breeze dancing around you both.

You said nothing and only looked up at him, unsure of how to pick up from where he left off.

Luckily, he continued, “You… You are a good friend. Of mine, I mean. And I hope that my departure from this ship won’t change our proximity.”

Friend. A dull, warm pain ebbed in your chest.

It wasn’t sharp like a direct rejection would have been, it felt more like a heavy rock had been gently placed right on your heart.

You nodded, looking out toward the ocean when you felt some tears well up in your lash line.

Blinking them away you turned back toward him suddenly emboldened by the memory of how he held you that night when you danced.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but can I ask if you hold me in any higher regard than that of a friend?”

He was silent. Color rushed to his cheeks and he stared down at you. His eyes were undersold in legend. To say they were hypnotizing was a disservice. They were compelling- when you made eye contact with him your entire being longed to be with him.

“I do.”

You exhaled, tension lifting itself from your shoulders.

“I like you, swordsman,” you gently wrapped your hands around his, bringing his hand up to your chest, placing it against the left side, “I’ll miss dancing with you. Please visit. Please don’t forget me.”

In a sudden motion, Mihawk wrapped you into his chest, his strong arms wrapping around your shoulders as he pressed you into him.

You wiggled your arms free and quickly reciprocated the hug.

You breathed in a long, long inhale, and as you exhaled sunk even further into him.

“I’ll visit,” he promised, “I’ll write. I’ll call- I’ll think of you always. You’re quite unforgettable, you know?”

You laughed and looked up to him as his hold on you softened.

You inched yourself up onto the tips of your toes, hovering your lips just slightly over his.

A smile creeped onto his face, and his hands dispersed across your body, one grabbing onto your ass- something he’d longed to do since the first moment he saw you. The other hand wrapped around your waist to provide you support.

You brought your hands to the collar of his shirt, gently tugging him toward you.

His lips closed around yours, and you deepened the kiss- pulling him closer into you, your tongues swiping at each other as you closed your eyes and indulged.

You inhaled each other- the taste of wine and mint flooding your mouth, the smell of his cologne overwhelming your senses.

The strong grip he had on your ass was so deliciously indulgent.

You let out a soft moan into his mouth before you pulled away from one another.

He tucked some stray hair behind your ears, and you gently wiped some of your gloss from his bottom lip.

“I’ve been waiting for that for weeks now.”

He picked you up, making his way toward your room, peppering your face and neck with kisses and you laughed and kissed him back.

“Let me make it up to you, hermosa.”

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its-not-a-pen · 5 months

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—Terracotta—

Ok so I visited xi'an during my trip back to china (3 months ago?), and this idea popped into my head during the 9h train ride back to shangdong. I am of course 100% projecting my own love of the terracotta army onto Qin Shi Huang, in reality he did not care for this pit of mud statues depicting lowly commoners. In fact, no one ever bothered to write about it and they were lost to history until 1974 when some farmers digging a well stumbled upon them. But it's exactly the reason I'm so fascinated by them. QSH's tomb has not been excavated, and although I have a running joke about cracking it open--mercury vapors be damned--none of the riches inside will ever enchant me as much as the chance to see the face of a person who lived during this time.

Notes under the cut:

the title Qin Shi Huangdi means "First Emperor of Qin" and was given to QSH by later historians. He actually called himself the Shi Huangdi, "First Emperor", and that is the title I've gone with here.

in English the other kingdoms are translated as "states" (i guess to avoid confusion?) but in chinese they are very much kingdoms.

The terracotta warriors used thousands of craftsmen, many of whom were slaves from conquered kingdoms. From a storytelling perspective I thought it would be more streamlined if there were two main artisans who reported directly to QSH.

QSH's clothes are based on the overly complicated courtly regalia. which has 12 symbols that only the emperor is allowed to wear

Notice how this hat is ROUND at the front??? Well I CERTAINLY DIDN'T. HAD TO REDRAW IT!!!!!

the stripped shirt is based on this Chu woman figurine. Clothes were fairly unisex during this time and I thought it was a nice fit.

Paperwork: writing was done on books made of bamboo slips. Anecdotally, QSH had an impressive work ethic and would read 100 bills every night.

Bronze Goose lamp: ok this is actually a Han dynasty lamp pls forgive me. I saw this bad boy at the xi'an history museum and it's bewitched me body and soul. The goose neck is hollow and connects to a reservoir of water in the belly, which minimizes smoke and cools the lamp.

QSH is remembered as a brutal tyrant and brilliant statesman, but I wanted to present a more human version of him here. Bored, tired and drowning in work he refuses to delegate. His new empire is balanced as precariously as everything else on his desk.

The attendants standing behind him are holding little wood tablets called hu for taking notes. Their brushes are tucked into their hats/hair, inspired by Han dynasty custom. (You'll see me using Han stuff a lot. Their cultures were very similar to Qin, since it was only a few hundred years apart).

So I had a slight breakdown trying to find the correct hats for the eunuchs, and ended up redrawing everything the night I was due to publish. Closest thing I could come up with was a reference to a round-style Han Dynasty hat which evolved into this square Jin hat. Yes, this is a cry for help .

the wheeled platform is 100% made up, I tried to come up with a plausible way of getting a bunch of figurines into the palace.

#5 & #6

Painted terracotta soldier

How were the terracotta warriors made

The General: Fun fact, I got to see this guy in person!

The Epic Wide Shot was inspired by some Tang Dynasty terracotta figures I saw at the xi'an museum!

THIS KNEELING ARCHER. ARGGGGG. He use to be my favourite guy. I even went into the pit and drew him IN PERSON. the archers inexplicably have their hair buns on the OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE HEAD. So because of him, I DREW ALL THE HAIR BUNS WRONG!!!! REDRAW!!!! PAIN AND SUFFERING!!!!

#10

Qin was famous for it's very long, thin swords. They were more useful as status symbols than actual weapons, as QSH knows from personal experience…

#11

QSH'S Tomb hasn't been excavated yet, but high levels of mercury have been detected in the soil, making the historical accounts of quite plausible.

#chinese history #warring states period #qin dynasty #qin shi huang #terracotta army #comics #my art comes with homework lol #art

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morriganravenclaw · 5 days

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Bucky loves hearing buck talking about science and all the things he knows or is currently learning by reading a new book the piqued his interest .

But what about the other way around .

Buck lives for the moments that bucky quotes Jane austen to him or Oscar wilde . Just imagine bucky telling buck " you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love , I love you ....."

Buck would be left speechless

#buck x bucky #clegan #gale cleven #john egan #mota #buck would melt #bucky would definitely read all the classic books

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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Hello ! Could i have a the addams family where they are pinning over you , if that makes sence ?

Thank you , have a nice day!

Morticia and Gomez Addams being heels over head for you

synopsis: when it comes about passion, who's better than Morticia and Gomez Addams?

ps: thanks for your request my love! I was really sick last week, sorry making you wait. I think that this was what you were asking, if its not feel comfortable to request something else :)

• Your voice didn't stopped haunting them since they meet you. Your face was like a ghost, appearing whenever it would makes them the most weak. Your touch was cold on their skins like a corpse had find a way into their house. You we're like a witch who gets their soul with a love spell. They were enchanted by you

• You had their souls, so Morticia and Gomez make their goals to have yours. That is a game for three, you should know that before bewitching them

• Morticia would bring you to her garden. She would teach that Gomez has a rose allergy and would feel her heart going faster as you take a cissor and cut it yourself. Her goal was to know you, to spend time with you, but the way your hands move into the land — so gentle, so caring — was making hard for Morticia to not get distracted

• Gomez teach you how to duel. His chest would be against your back, holding your fingers to show you how to use the sword. Gomez did that not only to help you but also because he tought that this would make you shy, but he wasn't expecting to be the one who would get nervous. The smell of your hair, that sweet scent, make him forget his words, they way your skin was so soft against his: Gomez could live in this moment

• Morticia was surprised by how you make her lost her breath. She didn't have a smart thing to say because all she wanted to do was watch you. Gomez let you win. Anyone could say that he was only being nice to you, but Gomez just wanted to see your smile

• Morticia and Gomez knew: the last person that make them felt that way end up married. They want you. They need you. And they are not affraid of showing it. Being passionate was never a problem. And you deserve all the attencion they had

• Morticia and Gomez pay attention to every word you say. You would receive a present from them and realize that they remember your favorite color. You like a special school of art? Darling, prepare your walls because Gomez have news for you. Do you have troubles with something at your house? Morticia will help you even if you insist for her to stop

• They want you to understand what they feel for you and, more than that, to see them the same way they see you. Once you show signs that you may feel the same, darling, the actions will get bigger and the words will get louder

• Morticia would make you blush by calling you ma petitte. Her nails will drag down your skin everytime she gets the opportunity to walk past you. Morticia would show you how to use her lipstick, but don't be dumb and think she would only explain it: her hand will hold your chin in place while the red lipstick™ is against your soft lips

• Gomez's library is a place where you can usually be found. He would get you his favorite books and sometimes surprise you with the effect they can have. Mi pasiòn is something that don't leave his mouth when you are next to him. You haven't win another duel — yet, maybe — but the amount of fun you have is another level appart of everything you ever felt. If you ever stumble Gomez gonna hold you in his arms, against his warm body, and take you to a couch in a briddal style

• And don't get me started about how going out with both of them is. Only the best restaurants are open for you three. Gomez will cut the meet of your and Morticias plate. Morticia will make sure your glass is never empty. You see how her free hand is taking turns between Gomez's arm ir your pulse. Gomez leg touch yours, you may be not sure but you think it is proposital

• And the moment you got drunk by the love spell, they never, ever, going to make you regret that

• Morticia kiss you with the same hunger a vampire would. She does not taste you, she devour you. Morticia make you feel like your lips are make of the sweeter poison. You are the apple and she is Eve. Or maybe you are Eve and she is the devil making your head. You are sure that if Morticia was a sin you would go to hell with a smile

• Gomez does not have hurry to end what he start, he wants time to feel you. Your lips are made of nectar and all Gomez wants is to taste you. He don't touch you: he hold you. You are a delicate elixir, as precious as glass, and he would never let you felt less than that

• And feeling both of them is heaven. Is being truly and completely ready to die of happiness. Gomez's lips crossing your arm, Morticia teeths sinking on your neck, both of their hands finding a spot to hold you

• You are theirs, they were yours, and nothing would ever be more pleasurable than that. Not like you three aren't trying to find more and more and more pleasure together

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anantaru · 1 year

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✧ ۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ sfw tighnari boyfriend headcanons

we all know he‘s amazing, clever and simply perfect 🍃

genre: fluff, gn! reader, kissing, hugs, he deserves all the love so give it to him asap

+ ˚ picnics

our ever so lovely tighnari adored the nature, very much so.

it obviously played a huge role in his daily life and work schedule as a forest watcher, respectably it became a major part of him and he simply couldn‘t think of a life without the forests surrounding his body and soul.

in addition, he wants you to see the beauty of the rainforests as well, although most places aren‘t suitable for a little picnic between lovers, tighnari made sure to find a place beforehand as to not waste more time into searching for a proper spot.

bear in mind he‘s got it covered, always, the picnic preparations concluded cold baverages and tasteful dishes which he was aware where your favorites.

notice how he‘s a great listener? you could tell him a single detail about yourself and he will remember! if it‘s to be included into your dates, that's even better, he sees it as a win-win situation.

also an important trait to include is that even if you ask to aid your boyfriend in the assembling of your little, yet ever so precious date, he will decline most of the time.

"it‘s alright, no need to get worried now, i‘m already finished."

all things considered you won‘t have a reason to dwell on it any longer, it was quite adorable in your eyes that tighnari really wanted to show you that he‘s not backing away in spoiling you, or doing something on his own to make you happy.

furthermore, if there‘s a flower on the ground or a fallen leaf, tighnari most likely will pick it up and gift it to you, as a tiny present between lovers.

to have him show you an extra, in bliss covered, smile is when you keep the flower/leaf in a book and press it together so it‘ll stay alive much longer.

"it‘s a slight reminder of our day spent today." along these lines was certainly all he had to say to you, delighted to see you cherish something so fragile yet meaningful.

+ ˚ stargazing

imagine kissing tighnari‘s blushing, cold cheeks, fading into a radiant red which was a natural response to the cold air layering on top of his skin.

he‘s pushing you into his embrace too, tighnari wants you to feel comfortable, if him sharing his body heat with you would help yourself from not getting cold, he‘ll gladly do it.

if we‘re at it, the glowing starts greeting you high up in the sky were surreal, crystallizing his bewitching eyes you couldn‘t satiate yourself on. he was so handsome and the with a moon decorated sky glimmering on top of his striking features certainly heightened your breathing.

tighnari‘s chest was vibrating with his fastened heart beats. Your heated cheeks were flushed on top of them, listening to the soft tuds of his muscle as he soothed your back with soft circles with his fingerpads.

it became increasingly clear how intimate this fleeting moment was, not in a sexual way, but more in a sheer romantic, emotional way no one was gifted enough to decode, except for the both of you.

his eyes told you he loved you forever, no matter what would come tighnari already decided to not move away from you, ever.

+ ˚ quite the tease

at first you thought that he might be unintentionally flirty with you but after carefully letting those instances prowl through your thoughts you managed to figure out that tighnari, in fact, adored to tease and turn you flustered.

to summarize, in the tiny fracture he notices your cheeks prickling with warmth and that was his fault, signaling how embarrassed you had gotten from a couple of taunting words, a swell with huge pride will hug his heart, he's barely able to cover up a smirk.

"do you have a fever? wait let me check, I told you not to be careless with the weather."

this cheeky guy will deadass place his hand on your forehead knowing full on well the real reason why your skin was bristling with liquid fire all over was he himself.

above that and important to make clear, his forwardness was not to make you uncomfortable and tighnari would never overstep any boundries or turn it into something irritating.

it’s more about throwing random compliments at you, they're so out of pocket sometimes it makes you question his sanity. some being awfully out of place that you can't help yourself but go ??? what

tighnari naturally won‘t do it while being at work though, you‘re aware that he‘s especially professional and strict fulfilling his duties as a notable forest watcher.

at that time he wouldn‘t want you to join him either, as he himself said the forest had huge dangers surrounding it, the hazard of deadly enemies residing within the avidya forest weren‘t to be taken lightly after all.

+ ˚ conclusion and his friends

certainly is, it will never get bored with him, tighnari will make sure of it and shower you with enough of his free time to have you happy and fulfilled in your relationship.

plus point was that after a while he‘d let you meet his friends, it‘s important to tighnari that you‘re familiar with the people he considered family as well, next to you of course.

you see tighnari never actively searched for a s/o, it didn‘t cross his mind that often either since he thought that "if it happens, it happens", deciding he wouldn‘t force it or challenge fate.

it‘s almost as if he knew that, one day, you were going to meet and he made sure to cherish you like no other the moment you became his s/o.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #genshin impact x you #tighnari x y/n #genshin impact tighnari #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #tighnari fluff #genshin impact headcanons #tighnari headcanons #tighnari #genshin impact

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Sweet Reader // J. Todd x gn!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: mention of a gun

Summary: Jason met you on a discord a while ago. You became fast friends.

“Will you come with me, sweet Reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.”**

His ribs ached.

Jason cracked his eyes open to the sound of frantic buzzing on his nightstand and the sound of crashing downstairs. He stared at the ceiling above him as the frantic shouts of Tim echoed through the halls of the Manor, followed quickly with the cackles of Stephanie and Duke. Normally, he would be waking up at noon to peaceful silence in his apartment but a broken rib during patrol meant Alfred guilted him into staying for the night.

Hey, if it meant he got some of Alfred’s french toast, who was he to refuse?

His phone buzzed again and Jason snatched it off the nightstand. He winced as the bright light of the screen clashed against his eyes but he blinked away the irritation and flipped his phone over so he could read the discord notifications piling up on his screen. He must have forgotten to turn his do not disturb on when he had dragged his ass upstairs and collapsed into the queen-sized mattress Alfred kept set up for him.

You motherfucker. Why on earth did you tell me to watch this movie?

Got me kicking my feet and shit.

THE HAND FLEX. THE REPRESSION. IM SCREAMING.

oh my god oh my god he’s so flustered

YOU HAVE BEWITCHED ME, BODY AND SOUL IM SOBBING

You need to wake up and witness my meltdown

Jason grinned at the wall of text you had sent and fired off a quick response. Why the fuck are you watching Pride & Prejudice 2005 cinematic masterpiece at 10am?

Your username, “Maid Marian”, popped up in the lower left hand corner. He watched that familiar name as you typed and he forgot the ache in his ribs for just one moment.

Because I had to be up at 4 to open. Because we exist in a capitalistic society that expects pretty people to go to work in order to make money.

His reply was short, but he knew you would laugh. Tragic.

Before he could read your next reply, the door to his room flung open and Dick launched himself next to Jason on the bed. His older brother made a big fuss last night about needing to get back to Bludhaven, but the second Jason agreed to stay the night, Dick was practically hauling ass upstairs to his own room. Sap.

“Whatcha smiling at, little wing?”

“A picture of you with that god awful mullet.”

Dick let out a dignified sniff. “I know it hurts having the worst fashion in the family, Jay, but that doesn’t mean you need to be rude about it. Now, c’mon, Alfred’s almost done cooking and we still have to wake up Cass.”

At the sound of one of his favorite siblings' names, Jason was up and out of bed. He shoved his phone in his pocket, reassured that you would be there when he had a chance to look at it next.

You and Jason met on a random literature discord that he had joined on a whim. He was looking for recommendations and ended up finding you arguing with some guy about the need for representative media in one of the channels. Your tentative friendship blossomed into a texting everyday kind of thing.

You knew more about him than most people. You knew his favorite color, his go to comfort food, what times he usually wakes up from nightmares. He knew about your pets, your dreams, and how you were a monster for dog earing your books if you couldn’t find a bookmark.

For six months, the two of you had been consistently chatting whenever you had a chance. Jason wasn’t one for connections and friendship, but he would, under extreme duress, admit that you were his friend.

You were exhausted.

Your shift at the coffee shop had been a long one thanks to your co-worker calling out sick and your boss asking you to stay. You were tired, cold, and your feet ached but the walk to your apartment was only five more minutes. Your phone buzzed with an incoming message and you smiled as you opened it.

What are you up to tonight?

You shot back a quick reply. Walking home from work rn and then probably reading. Hbu?

His name, “Robin Hood”, popped up before disappearing. You stuffed your phone back in your pocket, assuming he was busy. Gotham was especially cold in the winter and you just wanted to get home and sink into the warmth of your apartment with some soup and a good book.

So the guy emerging from the alleyway your were passing by and pointing a gun at you was really ruining the vibe. You immediately stumbled back, your feet slipping on the icy pavement of the sidewalk and sending you on your ass. The guy couldn’t even open his mouth to demand your wallet when a fist to the jaw sent him sprawling into a snow drift.

“Dude, c’mon. Eat the rich, not your neighbors,” a gruff, modulated voice snapped. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

The infamous Red Hood zip tied the guy's hands to a stop sign and strapped a blinking red light on his forehead. His helmet turned in your direction and he shrugged.

“Cops are on their way to pick him up. You okay?”

“Yeah.” You slowly started to pick yourself up when a gloved hand curled around your upper arm and helped you to your feet. “Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“Good, good. Alright.”

“Thanks.”

The vigilante nodded and jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Well, duty calls. Stay safe out there.”

“You too, Hood.”

He fired a grapple gun and disappeared onto a rooftop, leaving you to finish out the remainder of your walk. The second you started walking again, your phone buzzed again. You glanced down at the discord message and sighed.

Nothing much. Might watch some Trixie and Katya.

At least one of you was having a normal night.

“Well, I’m just saying. The writing might be good but the characters are flat and boring,” your voice came through the speakers of Jason’s laptop. He chuckled, half of his attention on you and half on the fajitas he was preparing on the stove.

The two of you didn’t have video on, just voice, as you both cooked dinner in your respective apartments. He didn’t want you to see him and immediately clock him as Bruce Wayne’s son. He didn’t want your friendship tainted by the expectation of the world and his “miraculous return from the grave” or whatever bullshit Bruce fed to the media.

“Tell me how you really feel,” he drawled. You laughed, soft and light and it struck a chord in his chest.

“What are your plans tonight?” he asked as he plated his fajitas on a few tortillas. He could hear the clinking of dishes colliding against one another on your line and for a brief moment, he wondered what it would be like to rest in the warmth of your kitchen and be physically at your side, cooking with you.

“A shit ton of snow is rolling in,” you explained. “Two feet or something. So it’s just me, a few books, some fuzzy blankets, and maybe watch Ella Enchanted for the six millionth time. What about you?”

“We’re getting some snow here too. I’m probably just staying in and staying warm,” he lied. He would be out patrolling, no matter how cold. Maybe he could yank a beanie over his helmet.

“Ugh, I wish I could do that tomorrow. I have the opening shift and my boss is all ‘This is Gotham! If I closed for every time it snowed, we would never be open in the winter!’”

Jason paused, his hand hovering over his dinner. “Wait, you live in Gotham?”

“Yeah, have I never mentioned that? I moved here a few years ago.”

“No shit! I’m a Gothamite, born and raised.”

You were quiet for a moment and he was afraid that he scared you off somehow. But then you asked him softly, “if you’re free tomorrow and don’t mind venturing out in the cold, you should swing by the coffee shop.”

Jason exhaled, his breath visible in the frigid air. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and leaned against his bike. For a vigilante, he was being a mega fucking wimp right now. He just needed to get his shit together and go inside.

The warm lights of the coffee shop bathed the sidewalk with a golden glow and welcomed weary travelers out of the cold. There were only two patrons currently, a couple by the looks of it. They were seated in the far corner with whipped cream coated smiles.

One employee stood behind the counter and he realized with a start that it was the same person he had saved from a mugging a few days ago. Balsam leaves framed the windows for holiday decorations and the snow clinging to the edges of the windows made you a truly magical sight.

Jason inhaled deeply and stepped towards the door.

Maid Marian, it’s time I present you my honor as an outlaw.*

* = from Robin McKinley’s “The Outlaws of Sherwood”

** = from Howard Pyle’s “The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood”

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siriuslygay1981 · 1 month

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Word count: 1,818 | Jegulus

Regulus was a weak weak man, how he became so feeble minded, he'll never know.

His eyes unconsciously trail over to the mop of brown hair that rests against the arm of the sofa. It had to be uncomfortable, he was sure the gryffindors neck would hurt for the rest of the day. He resists the urge to be soft and go get a pillow or something ridiculous.

Regulus slowly put his book down, not bothering to save his page, he didn't see the point. He probably wouldn't be back to finish the book anyways, which was a shame he had just gotten to the part where she rejected his proposal.

"You are mistaken, Mr.darcy, if you suppose that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way, than as it spared the concern which i might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentlemanlike manner…” he had murmured the words softly as he read it, careful not to speak too loudly with the faintly snoring boy next to him.

James had long since fallen asleep, his once gasping breaths now slow and even. James had somewhat acted how he expected when discovering the wretched truth..but he had surprised him in still staying. With the dark mark he knew he wouldn't make it out of this war alive..no matter what side won because he would not stay by the mad man he once idolized and the light side, as many called them, would surely never accept him, nor he them if he was honest. It was too much to get into so late in the war, he had chosen his side and he had no choice but to stick with it. He couldn't just switch sides as if this was some silly kids game.

He knew how the tattered book ended, he had read it a total of three times already. He remembers the first time, the late nights spent under his covers behind the closed curtains of his bed. Night after night he spent reading the pages, enraptured by the words that glided right off the page and pulled him in.

He remembers all the feelings that came with it.

The nights spent reading it had him longing for something, at first he couldn't place it but he knew what it was the second time around, the realization making him almost physically ill. He wasn't alone the second time through.

James would softly read the words to him as he swept his fingers gently up and down his arm leaving goosebumps behind and an aching burning need deep in his bones.

James didn't know how much power he had over Regulus, it was absolutely terrifying.

Sometimes it felt like he was bursting at the seams with the affection he held for the older boy

One night, as James was reading a chapter aloud, his hand absentmindedly running along his chest, he started to get closer to a certain passage.

Regulus’ already thumping heart seemed to speed up and stutter, his ears tuning into the deep voice.

He wasn't sure if he could handle james saying these next words, he gulped and looked up to the gryffindor who turned the page softly and continued. He glanced down at Regulus with a small smile, his voice lifting slightly.

Regulus let his eyes trail over the exposed skin before him. He trailed his eyes across the bump in his nose, his long eyelashes, his full lips, slowly trailing down to his throat and back up to the brown eyes he knew so well. He inhaled the scent that surrounded him, some earthy scent that always seemed to cling to the boy, like damp earth, sleekeazy’s, his cedar scented body wash.

His hearing tuned in again as if it knew the words were coming up

“You have bewitched me body and soul,-” he could hear James’ breath hitch as he read the next words, his mouth opening and closing before he continued to the next line

“and I love” he sounded breathless and Regulus could not for the life of him take his eyes off of him, his whole body attuning to James. He could barely exist in the same room with the stupid lovely boy, his heart raced, his mind blanked…he was a fool. A fool who just like the rest of Hogwarts, fell for the mischievous grin and large ego.

“I love, I love you.” his voice was husky and Merlin and Morgana both, Regulus was gone. He felt like he would physically spontaneously explode. Like all this…this thing inside of him was going to burst and he felt so overwhelmed, so full, he felt as if he was bathing in sunlight, the heated rays warming his body and heart. Anything James wanted…Regulus would do.

“And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” James paused, his eyes not leaving the book.

It was silent, tension filling the air.

Regulus slowly reached up for the book and immediately let it fall out of his hands and onto the floor, his body twisting as he sat up and removed his head from James’ lap. James frowned at the loss of contact but he zeroed in on regulus as he sat on his knees next to him.

Regulus reached forward his finger brushing against James’ cheek, like James couldn't help it, he sighed in content a shiver wracking his body.

Regulus let a small smile grace his lips, he never got over how responsive James was.

He cupped his face and rubbed his thumb over the beauty mark near his eye without really thinking about it.

James’ mouth parted, his eyes opening and staring at Regulus as if he was the only thing that mattered. He's sure neither would have noticed if the world was ending around them.

James leant forward, one hand coming up to grasp Regulus’ wrist

“Reg-”

He cut his memory off abruptly, he couldn't do this now. He softly lifts James’ feet off his lap and stretches.

He makes quick work of his last ends to be tied up. His mind drifted away and back as he wrote. He had to force himself to focus, begging himself to just get this over with. Dwelling on it longer than he had to only brought pain.

To the Dark Lord he starts, his hands trembling terribly.

I know I will be dead long before you read this. He resolutely didn't look at the sleeping form of James, he didn't dare let himself think of anyone else either.

but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.

Strong all consuming rage filled him. He had to do this. He was doing it…but he still hated the bastard. Regulus forces himself to calm down before he continues to write

I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.

Gulping he dips his quill in some more ink before signing off.

R.A.B.

Angrily…he hopes the dark Lord figures out it was him….beneath that he hopes he never finds out.

He lets the note dry before shoving it into the fake locket and standing up. The heavy metal sets against his chest as he inhales a shaky breath. It burns against his skin, his heart thumps wildly.

“You have bewitched me body and soul” he murmurs as he kneels in front of the sleeping boy's form. He brushes a strand of hair out of James’ face, his heart aching as James’ nose scrunches up

“And I love…I love..i love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.” he murmurs the last bit almost sardonically

He stands up, ready to leave and meet his end-

A hand grabs his wrist as he turns causing him to gasp at the unexpected contact.

“Are you really trying to leave after confessing your love to me?” a incredulous raspy voice asks

Regulus purses his lips and begs the blush on his face isn't noticeable

“I don't know what you mean Potter” he almost cringes at how obvious he is.

He clears his throat and turns back to the now awake man

“Let go, i have places to be..” he tries to sound stern but it sounds weak to his ears

“No, i don't know what you plan on doing but I know you…and I know that you are about to do something stupid..i also know you will not be going alone.” James stands up slowly his hand never leaving Regulus’ wrist

“I'm not taking you with me, James.” he whispers

He keeps his face blank, his eyes hard, he tries to sound stern. His voice wavering betrays him though.

He's afraid.

James softens slightly but shakes his head and grabs both of Regulus’ hands

“I'm not giving you a choice. You're not going alone”

Regulus glares at James and tugs his hands free, suddenly very angry.

“I'm not giving you a choice James Potter, i'm going.” he gulps at James’ expression and barely stops himself from reaching out

“Kreacher will be with me, i won't be alone.” he adds because he's weak

“Not enough-” James says harshly “That's not enough. I'm coming with you.”

They stare into each other's eyes neither wanting to back down. Regulus scowls, his eyebrows pinching together. James stays still, determined not to lose. Regulus was surprised at James' determination, usually he would have given up by now. Giving into Regulus’ harsh gaze, not wanting to push Regulus away or make him upset.

Regulus goes over a dozen stunning spells in his mind as James stares at him both pleadingly and sternly He crumbles for a moment, his face scrunching up in despair.

“Please.” he whispers hoarsely

Regulus is a terribly weak man. His walls crumble to the floor, his heart clenching painfully. Against everything he knows he should do…he wants to agree. He likes to think it took him longer than a split second before answering.

“Ok”

the word is out of his mouth before he can fully decide but by then it's too late. He's sure it would've ended this way no matter what he did, James potter made him a weak man and it shows. Mostly when that blinding smiles hits regulus and his knees almost give out

He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes glued to the brightly smiling man in front of him.

“But if you don't do as I say…I'll stun you and tie you up before leaving you in the forbidden forest-” he spits out viciously

James just brushes one of his curls out of his face tucking it behind his ear, a soft smile on his lips.

“Alright..” he murmurs

His hand stays there unreasonably long, neither notice.

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life-o-n-m4rs · 10 months

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“you have bewitched me body and soul and i love… i love… i love you.”

can only think about pride & prejudice ineffable husbands. ineffable prejudice. yes

“she wrote books. novels!” “jane? austen??” “YEESS”

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Though he's known as a man of reason and cold logic, Sherlock secretly covets a life of art and romance. When a bookworm moves next door, he finds himself bewitched, both body and soul. 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @asherloki

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Y/N sat cross-legged on the doorstep of 221B. She bit her thumbnail and smiled down at her copy of Pride and Prejudice.

Her eyes darted across the pages as she muttered along with the story's script. Her favourite character, the proud Mr Darcy, was about to enter the scene, and though she already knew what would happen next, the anticipation of his arrival had her buzzing.

Though she would never admit it, Y/N's fondness for the regency hero stemmed from her love for someone all too real; her next door neighbour, Sherlock Holmes.

Just last month, she had snagged a flat on Baker Street. As the new tenant of 221D, she found herself living across the hall from London's rising celebrity. It hadn't taken her more than a first meeting to fall hard for him.

He reminded her of the heroes she read about in her books. Sherlock was very galant, what with his timeless grace and subtle kindness. Even his movements appeared calculated, each motion as deliberate as the printed words in her stories.

As an avid reader of classic literature, Y/N often let passion guide her life. Practicality wasn't her style so much as star-gazing was. Though Sherlock indulged in a hyper-rational philosophy, Y/N liked to think that a bit of discourse added great fun to any lovers' tale.

She flipped a page and leaned back against the door. It wasn't until a black sedan parked by the pavement that she finally looked up.

From her seat on the front steps, Y/N watched with interest as two men stepped out from the car. She recognized Sherlock, but the other was a stranger to her. From the sound of their bickering though, it seemed that both were agitated.

"Dinner was a mistake, Mycroft. The next time you need to consult me, just text."

"Believe me Sherlock, I'm all for skipping the brotherly bonding, but Mother insisted. She's been pestering me all week with late night calls!"

"Don't pick up."

"I can't just ignore her!"

"Why not? I do it all the time."

The men stepped up to the door, too engrossed in their quarrel to notice Y/N.

"Will you be staying long?" Sherlock asked. He reached out to pull the door handle, but it didn't budge.

"Only as long as I need to. I'll give you the case details, then I'll be off. You know how I feel about your... home."

Mycroft stood impatiently while Sherlock fetched a pair of keys from his coat pocket. He glanced at his watch. "At your leisure, brother mine."

"A bit of patience," Sherlock muttered. He tried twisting the keys through the lock, but they jammed midway.

"That's curious," Sherlock said. "It seems we've been barred out. John must have caught wind of your visit."

"You can't be serious."

"Quite."

At that moment, Mycroft looked down and noticed Y/N. "Good grief," he chuffed. "Are you meant to be the porter?"

Y/N felt her cheeks warm. She hadn't meant to stay quiet so long, but wasn't sure at which point to enter the conversation. She stood up quickly. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to linger."

"Don't mind him," Sherlock sighed. "He simply enjoys rattling off. This is my brother, by the way, Mycroft Holmes. And Mycroft, this is my neighbour, Y/N. She lives just across the hall." Sherlock smiled kindly at her, but quickly turned away.

Mycroft curled his lips reproachfully. "Charmed," he said.

Y/N clutched her book against her chest. "I'm not sure if you recall, Sherlock, but Mrs Hudon said that she was having the locks changed today.

"Annual maintenance?"

"Something like that."

He clicked his tongue. "An advanced warning would have been nice."

"She's been mentioning it all week," Y/N responded lightly.

Sherlock winked. "I can hardly be blamed for blocking out her ramblings." He tucked his hands into his pockets and leaned back against the door. "Light reading?" he asked, nodding towards Y/N's book.

She glanced down at it and grinned. "It's Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it?"

"It's a waste of time," Mycroft interrupted. He picked at a loose thread on his jacket. "An atypical romance for its time transformed into an odious cliché. It's been written upon a value system where reason is exchanged for ill-spent devotion." He raised a brow at Y/N, his expression condescending. "My brother and I haven't the time to dawdle over banal narratives. I doubt we even spared the brain cells to remember most of the plot, so if you don't mind, this social call is over. Sherlock, could we please talk elsewhere? This case is of national importance!"

Mycroft turned on his heel and stalked away, expecting his brother to follow.

Y/N stood frozen, embarrassed by the outburst. She avoided Sherlock's eyes and wondered if he also had a bad impression of her. Perhaps like his brother, he believed her to be a silly reader with too much time on her hands.

She put on a smile before addressing him. "I'm sure you're busy, Mr Holmes. It was very nice seeing you."

She waited for him to leave, but he stalled for a moment. He seemed conflicted, as though he had something to say, but didn't know how to go about doing it.

Finally, he spoke. "In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you..."

Y/N lifted her brows, taken aback by his words. Sherlock cleared his throat, flustered. "I didn't mean-" he coughed. "I believe that's Mr Darcy's line in the book, yes?"

Y/N nodded.

Sherlock adjusted his coat collar before proceeding. "I know that I have a reputation for being disassociated from the more mundane things like art and literature, and I suppose to some extent, it's true." He licked his lips. "But my good sense shouldn't discredit my appreciation for the humanities."

He leaned in close and smiled. "Or my appreciation of you, for that matter."

Y/N looked up at him. "Sherlock," she breathed. "Would you like to borrow my book?" She held it out between them, her only defense for being stunned, and not knowing what to say. She felt light headed in the best way, overwhelmed by the turn of their conversation.

Sherlock's lip twitched upwards. "That's very kind of you," he said. He reached forwards and grasped the book from her hold. His fingers grazed her hand, and sent sparks shooting through her arm.

He pulled back and examined the front cover. "I'll be off then," he said. He glanced at Y/N, a gleam in his eye. "I wouldn't want to keep your book for long. I'm sure I'll be done reading by Friday at any rate. Would you be able to pick it up then? Say, 8:00 at the café next-door? If that doesn't work for you, we could always try for a late dinner."

Y/N laughed, not able to keep the smile off her face. "That works just fine," she said. "A late dinner it is."

Sherlock pushed back on his heel, and tucked the book under his arm. He tried to appear casual, but was just as excited as Y/N at the prospect of their date. He glanced at the pavement where Mycroft waited, but not even his brother's sour expression could dampen his spirits.

"Have a wonderful day, Y/N," he called out, grinning.

Y/N watched as he walked off, looking over his shoulder every few steps. She could still feel his touch, however brief, upon her skin.

She gazed at him until he finally met his brother and trailed off across the street. Sherlock spared one last look behind him, and flexed the hand that had touched Y/N's.

She smiled.

"A lady's imagination is very rapid," she whispered to herself. "It jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment..."

Y/N ran a hand through her hair, pleased. It seemed that she and Sherlock had the potential for a classic romance after all.

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