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eggtartz · 6 months

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✧ 27th October ✧

Phillip Graves // Too Long (f! los vaqueros reader)

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warnings : blood, psychological torture, manipulation, the sex part is soft though 🤭

las almas was your home, a place you always fought for. when the accident with the shadow company and the fact that they took your commander, it was reasonable that you were satisfied when their commander, phillip graves was reported killed on action by rudolfo. so imagined your horror when you see him in front of you as you got tied up. you remember that day you were joking around the vaqueros as you went to your patrol alone and the next thing you remember is someone suffocating you. you snarled as you counted how many days it has been since your captive.

"come on, doll. just tell me where the rest of vaqueros is and it won't be too difficult for you" he glimmered his eyes, coaxing you like he has been doing all this time. you responded by spitting on the concrete floor "go to hell, graves" you said and he smiled in disbelief. "i warned ya, doll. hate to see a pretty face like yours broken" he grabbed a brass knuckle from a table behind him, punching your face multiple times that your mouth bleed and you coughed harshly. "giving up, doll? we can do this all night!" he waved his hand in front of you, mocking your thinning endurance. "fuck.. yourself.." you mumbled before coughing again.

"i gotta give it to you doll. you're a tough cookie are you?" he snickered, taking off the brass knuckles. "shame no one's coming for you though" he said as you looked up. you spat the blood in your mouth and spoke "what does that mean?"

graves smiled. the bait is booked and now he needs to pull his fish on the hook.

"i'm just saying, you've been here for a week right? how come not even one vaquero came here to save you, hm?" you visibly flinched at his question as your brain went haywire. when you thought about it back, no one came for you. why was that? "i guess you're not as valuable as they say you are, doll" he added again. the thought of your own team abandoning you mixed with the constant pain was taking a toll over your hazy brain. "you're lying.. they'll never leave me, they haven't found me yet, that's why you don't realize the tears running down your cheek. "oh you poor thing" graves cooed, kneeling in front of you to wipe the tears away. you sniffle, face smeared with dirt, blood and now tears.

"if they did, where are they? it's been so long, they at least have already found where you are but there's no signs, doll. where are they?" he bought his face close to your face as you weep, denying his words. "no.. it can't be., they're looking for me.. i know they are" you sniffle as his rough fingertips grazed against your cheek again. "it feels painful does it? to be left? to be abandon to die?" his words were manipulative, tricking your vulnerable state. you slowly sobbed as you nodded "I understand that feeling, doll but look where i am now. the shadows didn't left me. not like those vaqueros, leaving you to die in a torturous way, did they not?" he said again "I can't believe they'd do me like this.." you sobbed as graves comforted you, you feel exactly into his trap.

"don't cry for the people who left you" he said as he loosened the ropes binding your body. "let me take the pain away. join us, doll" his eyes bore into yours as you weakly leaned onto him, desperate for any warmth possible. he hummed, stroking your hair gently. you buried your face on his shoulders as he took off your ripped vest and the jacket underneath it. "hold me, please.. please.." you sniffle, sounding like a small insecure girl and not the soldier you trained yourself for.

graves shushed you as his hand traced your shirt and unbuttoned it. his warm hands felt comfortable to you as he undressed you easily leaving you bare and naked while he's still fully clothed. "doll? wanna do more?" he asked gently, not wanting to spook you away when you're so close to surrendering yourself. you nodded slowly, wiping your face. "yes, please" he nodded and unzipped his cargo khaki pants, his erect cock sprung out. "it's okay, i'll be careful" he whispered, rubbing the head slowly along your folds as you jolted. he shushed you again, slowly inserting his dick into your cunt while he guided your legs around his waist. "there you go. hold on tight" he said and made slow, sloppy thrusts as you whimpered. any sexual needs you had was always ignored for the sake of your training to be in las vaqueros but now, you felt free in a sense.

you moaned as your tits bounced with his rhythm as he holds you easily with his strength. "fuck, you feel good. if you weren't a soldier, i'd probably make you the barrack bunny, you'd like that wouldn't you?" your pussy clenched, imagining yourself being appreciated for once despite it meant that you'd be treated like a thing to pass on. "I do.." you shyly confessed as he fastened his thrusts. "I know damn well you want that. i know you more than anyone" he smiled as you melted, gushing over his warm length as you milked him. you shuddered as you came all over him and he grunted.

"you're precious to me. too precious.." he thrusted deep into your wet as you cried moans of pleasure and graves smiled at the view. he loves breaking down soldiers like you, mending you back and recruiting you as one of his own. "fuck!" he yelled when he busted his nut inside you as your cunt drinks it all. he pulled out and soothe your orgasm with rubbing your clit in circles, "c'mon. i'm not finished with you yet"

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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I want to thank you about Mary's family in PostTraumatic. My father remarried when I was little and my (hate this word) stepmom's family was nothing but great to me. My grandma (her mother) was like «I've just looked at this girl and she's mine. no further questions». So reading that was very nice for me. Can we see, maybe, this Karen meeting Edmund?? Thanks again!

I'm not sure why the dynamic feels different for Mary's family in Post Traumatic, I think I just wanted Kate to have the best support network possible, I think she just needs it more than in other AUs here.

I don't think this mary's mum is Karen though, feels like She's a Sarah, but I think Kate would just call her Granny.

Kate could remember the very first time she met Mary's family so clearly. She remembered the way Mary had knelt beside the car when they'd pulled up at the curb, holding her hand tightly when she'd whispered.

"What if they don't like me?"

And Mary shaken her head, smiling gently, "You Katie Kat, are my favourite person in the whole world. How could they not love you?"

And she'd felt it, Mary's lips against her forehead, bolstering her as she held onto Mary's hand with one of hers, her Dad's with the others. Mary's brother darting forward to meet her, crowing delightedly as she introduced herself before he called a kindly looking woman over.

The woman turned, Mary's mama, she must be, they looked nearly the same, and the woman let out a soft little gasp, kneeling before her, holding her hand out gently. "You must be Katie."

Kate had nodded, a feeling she didn't like churning in her stomach, "You're Mary's Mummy."

She smiled, "I am, I'm Sarah. This is a very pretty dress." She'd tugged at the hem of it, "Did your Dad help you pick it?"

Kate had shaken her head, huffing, "No, Mary took me to the store. My Daddy's bad at clothes."

Sarah had laughed delightedly, "Well, why don't you come inside because I made some chocolate cake for you, and you can watch a movie maybe, how does that sound?"

"David said we'd play a game with Mary." Kate had looked back at her Dad who'd nodded encouragingly.

"David's very good at games, come on."

And as she'd sat on the floor that afternoon, learning to play Hungry Hippos, with Mary and David she heard Sarah hum, "She's beautiful, Tom. You make a lovely family."

And she waited, after Mary and her Dad got married, waited even when they had Edwina, for Granny Sarah, and Papa Jack, and Uncle Davey to like the baby more than her, but it never happened.

When they'd had a party after Edwina had come home from the hospital one of Granny Sarah's friends had said, while Kate sat on her lap-

"You must be so excited, first time Granny."

And Kate hadn't like the feeling of disappointment that rose in her chest, or the tears that pricked at her eyes.

But Sarah had scoffed, "I'm already a Granny. Haven't you met Mary and Tom's Katie?"

The woman had laughed, "well, it's a bit different."

"No." Granny's voice had been so sharp it had startled even mary across the room, the entire room falling silent. "It's not different. Katie is Mary's daughter as well. She maybe didn't give birth to her, but we love Katie, and she's as much part of this family as Edwina is."

Kate had wrapped her arms tightly around Mary's Mum, even though she barely understood, her face pressed against her neck and they'd stayed like that until it was time to go home.

And even as she'd grown older, more reckless, came home with tattoos and piercings on the back of a motorbike, Mary's family loved her.

"Katie," Sarah sighed as they sat around the living room. "I know this is self expression but I only worry what people will say."

Kate had laughed, throwing her head back, "Are you worried people will think I like a good hard fuck? Wouldn't be wrong."

She'd rolled her eyes, swatting at her with a tea towel, "Alright if you can get it. Cheeky bugger."

Loved her when they stood in front of her arms wrapped tightly around her, Mary weeping in the background as she got deployed. And her Grandmother who had already sent her husband, sent her son off to war, and never cried apparently, wept when she sent her Granddaughter.

Granny Sarah and Uncle David circled around Anthony like a pack of Jackals the first time they'd met him, barking questions at him in quick succession.

"Name?"

"Age?"

"Occupation?"

"Have you ever been in jail?"

"Have you ever hit a woman?"

"Have you ever not returned a shopping trolley to the return bay?"

Before Sarah had hummed, wrapping her in a tight hug before she left, eyeing Anthony over her shoulder. "He's a nice boy, Katie. You're beautiful together."

And She'd been there, smiling from the front row when Kate married Anthony, tears welling in her eyes as she's pulled her close at the reception. "And when were you going to tell me you were having my great grandchild?"

Kate had balked, the news still new even to her and Anthony.

"How do you-?"

"Please, darling, a grandmother knows these things. Ugh! It's going to be so beautiful!"

And he was. Edmund Bridgerton, Kate's son who was laying peacefully against Anthony's chest when Mary's family burst through the door, Uncle David looking as though he'd been harassed all the way from Somerset, and he probably had been.

"Oh don't mind me Anthony. Don't get up, I'll see my Grandbaby when he's at university I suppose." Sarah tutted impatiently as Anthony leapt forward, trying not to jostle Edmund.

Kate rolled her eyes, "Granny, give him a minute."

"It's important to keep the men on their toes- Oh!" She cut herself off, with a gasp, tears in her eyes as Anthony placed Edmund in her arms. "Katie, he's so beautiful."

Kate felt her love, right down to the very heart of her, and the next week, when Edmund came home, she didn't miss the way Sarah cleared her throat loudly and said "Have you met my granddaughter Katie's new boy Edmund? I might be a little biased but I think he's the most handsome boy there ever was."

#post traumatic #sharma family feels #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #molly’s asks and answers

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rodthomaswriting · 1 year

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Overworked

Their scarf was tucked neatly under their lapels, the ends trailing behind as they walked just as quickly as one can without looking suspicious. Nonetheless, she managed to catch up.

"What? So, you're just going to leave?"

"Yes." Their tone was decided, almost tired.

"But don't you think-"

"No, I don't think. Ever."

"Well that's clear!" She was running every few steps to keep up. "I'd understand on a first date, but a third?"

"I'm sorry," but they didn't slow down.

"Ergh! I hate you so much!" She stopped.

So did they. "I really am sorry, but today was not a good day. I should've planned ahead."

"Yeah," her breathing was heavy. "You should have."

They opened their mouth to say something, but kept stopping. Should they say they're free Thursday? No, poor timing. Another apology? Pathetic, redundant. "Am I out of chances?"

Her hands were on her knees, panting, but she shook her head. "No, you know, I don't know. Give me... time."

"Sorry." They reached out a hand, almost touching her shoulder, but declined. There wasn't time. Guilty as they were, they began running to compensate. Guilt was becoming a routine emotion, but they still weren't used to it. There was an obligation, however, and it could not wait.

Floor three, room 329. The lock clicked and the dingy brick gave way to their familiar little home. "You still here? I got your call."

The air became cold, and a distant hiss made the hair on their arms stand up. She was home alright.

"I was kind of in the middle of a date." They made their way to the kitchen. "You said you were okay with that. I mean, if you're not, we can t- Oh! Are you okay?"

They kneeled to join her on the floor, curled up and covered in dirt and matted hair. Her many eyes gazed up longingly, mist pouring from her mouth as it emitted a sound of children weeping.

"No, no, you still look good, babe. Let's just, let's get you cleaned up." She managed to stand by holding onto their shoulder with one arm, around their waist with another, and holding their hand with a third. "Easy, easy. What happened?"

Her skin radiated blue light as her nostrils let out the buzzing of a swarm of bees.

"I see. You really need to be more careful. If I'd known, I would've stayed home today."

She let out a hellish shriek.

They blushed. "Really? That's so sweet."

After an hour, they managed to clean all twelve of her limbs and pick the bugs from her scabs. Beneath it all, she was a truly magnificent creature with her scales, wings, fangs, claws... Their favorite feature, however, was her eyes. All eight of them had a soft multi-faceted glow like opals. Even with her hair wet and gray, her glory unrevealed, she was the most beautiful thing they had ever laid eyes upon.

"Really, though, do you mind me dating humans? It's not you, really, I just can't keep paying the hospital bills when we try to cuddle."

She blinked rapidly, her lids scraping out a tune like birdsong.

"No, I understand. You can't help it, but then you have to give me some recovery time. Is that okay?"

She exhaled hot snow from her mouth.

"I love you, too." They gave her a peck on the lips and immediately wiped the blood off onto their arm. "I think I made her mad, though. You'd like her! She's very sweet, has given me way more chances than I deserve. Here, I have a picture." They held out their phone showing the woman they'd abandoned earlier today.

Her hooked claw gently brushed the screen, pointing at the girl's hair.

"Yeah, I like her hair, too. The bangs are really flattering. The red's fake, but she's been dying it for years. Oh, and she's so funny, babe! You should see-"

She closed all of her eyes, and her hair began swirling as if underwater.

"Oh, sure! She works from home as an author and cuts hair in her basement. I mean, she says it pays well, but I can't imagine starting with those kind of risks."

A silence followed. She sat motionless, licking her chops apprehensively.

They reached out, taking one of her scaly hands and ignoring the white-hot burning and pain. "I'll break up with her."

Her jaw unhinged as she vomited up a traffic cone in protest.

"No, no. I insist. I mean, it's heading nowhere, and I can tell you're uncomfortable with the whole thing. I mean, thank you for trying, but I can see this going in a bad direction."

Again, her skin glowed blue, but this time her ears flapped making a heavy sound like knuckles popping.

"I feel the same way! This whole thing was a bad idea, and I'm sorry if at any point you didn't feel like my priority. You are."

She clenched her teeth and they could hear leaves rustling.

"Wow, that's so thoughtful! I could've just ironed them myself, but you steaming them with your breath does go a lot faster. Thank you so much."

The phone in their pocket buzzed. It was the redhead. "I need to talk to you," said the white on blue text. They looked up. Orange smoke was coming from her fingertips. She cooed like a pigeon.

"I will! What, you think I can't let her down easy?"

A knock at the door.

She blinked, but not in unison. Show me.

"Alright, alright. Enough with the telepathy." They made their way to the door and looked through the peephole. Sure enough, it was her, the failed third date.

"I know you're in there. Did you get my text?"

They cracked the door open. "Yes. What is it you wanted to-"

"Listen, you're really nice. I want to make this work."

"Oh?"

She sighed. "I do. Has it been rocky? Yes, but I'm sure with enough compromise-"

They held up a hand. "I-I can't. I'm sorry."

She stared blankly, then laughed. "What? Really?"

"I should've told you. I-"

"After all I've done..."

"I know, shh, I know. You've been better to me than I deserve. You deserve better. Think about it."

She pursed her lips. "You know what? You're right." She stomped away. "I can't take it anymore!"

They stared after her, the guilt returning. Did she deserve an explanation? Was one possible?

Claws gently ran over their hair from behind, leaving the smell of smoke and visible ashes. The air suddenly smelled of strawberries.

"You're right." The door closed with a click. "I did it. That's what matters."

Many thought 329 was haunted. Often neighbors called in with noise complaints, saying they heard something like hooves on tile. People reported strange noises and smells coming from it. The paper interviewed one man who claimed to have been possessed by a spirit on that very floor, but when asked, its resident only smiled and said, "Must be my girlfriend. She came a long way to visit."

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uncpanda · 3 years

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Pancakes

Prompt 9: Hands on baby bump.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Requested by: ANON

Warnings: Pregnancy

AN: Inspired by the gilmore girls coffee addiction.

“I’m going down. They’ve got me. I’ll never survive. HELP ME!”

You watch your husband sink to the floor, your children wrestling him to the ground. You watch in part amusement, part irritation. It’s Saturday and not even seven am. It’s too early to be up or this loud. As a group all of them pause and look at you. “I’m not saving anyone. It’s too early. So . . . perish.”

Steve pushes up to his knees, your four year old son dangling from his neck, while your six and five year old daughters remain wrapped around his middle. His eyes fixate on your coffee and you know what he’s about to ask, “Is that decaf.”

You bristle, “I’m allowed one cup of regular coffee a day. The doctor said so.”

Steve’s eyes narrow, and he stands up. The kids continue dangling from him. “I’m pretty sure she said one serving of coffee.”

You move your mug closer to your chest, “That’s what this is.”

“That mug holds at least three servings of coffee.”

He makes his way over to you, the kids giggling, as he takes the cup away from you gently. He takes a sip, and then looks at you, “This baby is going to have three heads from all the caffeine.”

You gesture to your other three, “They turned out just fine.”

“It’s six thirty on a Saturday morning, and they only slept like five hours last night.”

You roll your eyes, because that’s more due to Steve than your caffeine obsession. Steve was able to survive on very little sleep and function beautifully. Some mornings you would come down and find some new project had been completed after you had fallen asleep. You, on the other hand, needed at least eight hours. And thanks to the person growing in your belly, and your three other kids, and your husband you are not getting that.

You pout, “I need it.”

He smiles, it that sweet smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place, “Your choice.”

You scowl, “Keep it.”

You stomp away, into the kitchen. There’s more giggling, and you feel two small bodies slam into you from behind. You look down at your girls; Meredith and Josie. You stroke their hair as they reach forward to put a hand on your bump. They’d been so young when Ethan had been born that they hadn’t really understood what was going on. This time around though, they were fascinated, and loved feeling the baby move. Ethan had some idea of what was going on, but not much.

You move their little hands to where the baby is kicking. They giggle and their little laughs help soothe the tiredness that is plaguing your body. “How about pancakes for breakfast?”

“YES!”

“Go let dad know.”

They run away screaming about pancakes. You go about, getting what’s needed from the cabinets. You’re just about to start when large hands settle on your shoulders. You look back at Steve. His blonde hair is mussed, and his t-shirt is rumpled from playing with the kids. You lean back into him and close your eyes for a moment.

You and Steve had been together for nearly eight years now. You’d met while in a park sketching, and the two of you had spent hours talking and drawing. You hadn’t even realized who he was right away. But you and he had met in that park once a week for nearly two months before he had asked you out. It had been a steep learning curve; dating an Avenger. And then the Snap had happened.

You could still remember turning around and finding your best friend just suddenly gone; she’d been in the middle of feeding a ten month old Josie, and Merdith had been playing on the floor. You’d been terrified. You had gathered your girls and held them. And then a terrified Steve had burst into the apartment. The relief that had flooded his face had made you nearly weep. The two of you had gotten lucky in the long run. Your little family hadn’t been broken apart like so many others.

You feel Steve’s hands trail down your front, and move to your sides, before slipping under your bump. Ever so slowly he begins to lift it, and the relief you feel on your back is immediate. You let out a moan and Steve laughs. “I thought that might help. Especially since you can’t have your usual vat of coffee.”

“Best. Husband. Ever.”

“Yeah, well I contributed to your current state. I figure this is the least I can do. This and taking the kids out later so you can nap.”

You cover his hands with your own, and close your eyes. The two of you stay like that until you hear the screen door. “Rogers family! The Stark family has arrived!” Tony’s voice calls out, and Steve begins to gently lower your bump again. The tiniest bit of pressure from your hands stops that nonsense, and he chuckles.

Tony comes into the kitchen a moment later. Morgan is on his hip and Pepper is right behind them. They stop and stare at you before Tony asks, “Back pain?”

“And caffeine withdrawal.”

Pepper snorts. She knows exactly where you’re coming from. Tony had actually hidden the coffee from her when she had been pregnant with Morgan and she had nearly killed him. He’d survived by sleeping on your couch for two weeks until she’d let him come back home.

You glance over at Tony, to where Morgan is patting Tony’s cheek and demanding to be put down. You glance down and see Ethan patting Tony’s leg, silently demanding the same thing. Morgan was three weeks older than Ethan, and the two of them were best friends.

Tony rolls his eyes, and sets his daughter down, and the two of them take off. “How do they never run out of energy?”

You exchange a look with Pepper. Tony and Morgan were like Steve and your kids; they needed very little sleep. As a result you and Pepper spent a lot of time commiserating over your lack of sleep over tons and tons of coffee.

“Also. Your kids said you were making pancakes. Where are they?”

Pepper rolls her eyes, “Tony!”

“What? I’m hungry. The least they can do is be neighborly and cook us breakfast.”

Steve snorts, “You’re the one who insisted we be your neighbors. Remember?”

“It made sense. We’re best friends.”

“We are?”

“Our wives are best friends. Our kids are basically cousins.”

“Not to mention your wife stopped you from doing something stupid with the accords.”

Steve grunts at that. He’d been half a second away from rushing off to find Bucky when you had gone into labor. He’d been forced to work the case from your hospital room. He’d found the evidence he’d needed to prove Buck’s innocence.

You pat Steve’s hands, and he gently lowers your belly. The pressure returns to your lower back but it’s not quite as bad now. You and Steve move around the kitchen, making pancakes, while talking with Pepper and Tony.

You’ve just gotten the kids settled with their plates, and Steve is serving your guests when you hear the screen door open again. You smile as your new guest appears in the doorway, “Nat!”

She goes and hugs you. When she pulls back there’s an apology in her eyes, and that’s when you see the others in your doorway and you know things are about to turn topsy turvy again.

“Come to steal my husband away Nat?”

She bites her lip for a second, “I’m sorry. We might have found a way to reverse the snap.”

You look back at Steve, who’s leaning against the counter. His arms are crossed and his eyes are on you. Tony is the one who answers, “Nope. We’re retired. We’re dads. We’re out of the superhero game. Done. We are not the droids you’re looking for. However, we do have pancakes if you would like some of those.”

Pepper’s voice is quiet, “Tony.”

You glance back at the kids who are munching on their food. Nat’s voice is a little hoarse, “They’ve gotten so big. It’s only been a few months..”

Nat had kept her distance over the years. She’d been too busy trying to keep the world together. She had never begrudged you and Steve moving to the woods. But you knew it was hard for her to be around reminders of their initial failure.

Meredith waves at her, “Hi Aunt Nat.”

“Hi sweet girl.”

She turns to you, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t honestly think I had something.” Her eyes move to your belly. And a moment later you feel Steve behind you again. His hand smoothes over it, “She has three weeks before her due date Nat. And there’s always a possibility she could go early. Whatever we’re going to do needs to be quick. I haven’t missed the birth of one of my children yet, and I don’t plan to start now.”

She smiles, and they turn to Tony, “Stark?”

He stares at them for a second before throwing his hands into the air, “Well, I guess we’re getting the band back together.” He looks back at Pepper, “You okay with that?”

She nods, “I’m good. Morgan and I will stay here just in case Mrs. Cap needs help or goes into labor.” Steve shoots her a look, “Which we all hope won’t happen until after you get back.”

Steve smiles, “We’re in.”

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x you #marvel #Marvel Comics #marvel fanfiction #marvel reader insert

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Dancing the night away

Synopsis: You accomply Zemo to a ball yet you feel like you don’t truly belong there and you still compare yourself to Zemo’s ex wife but Zemo comforts you and assures you he loves you

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, all the fluff, plus very spicy end scene not 18+ but hella close

Word count: 2k

Authors note: As I promised a fluff one shot after the last one. We all need more loving Zemo in our lives. Also I just wanted to say that I love and appreciate every single one of you who likes and comments on my one shots. I used to write fanfiction on sites like Quotev and Wattpad and they never really got any attention which was quite down heartening to someone who wants to carry on writing for their career so all the love you have been showing to my Zemo one shots mean the world to me. Thank you all so much.

Once again Zemo had outdone himself. Buying you the most expensive dress in the shop, lavishing you with jewelry and make-up. Looking into the mirror even you could admit how stunning you appeared. You were wearing a tight-fitting emerald green dress that flurried out at the bottom in a swirl. The front of it cut down into a low v shape showing off the sides of your breasts.

You looked like how every little girl had always wanted to look like yet you couldn’t help but wonder...was this you?

You had never imagined you would be someone who would have a lot of money or meet someone who owned money. Let alone a Baron. It had happened so suddenly and you were swept up in a daze. It felt unreal, like every time you fall asleep you expect to wake back up in your old bed in your apartment. The truth was, deep down you felt like you didn’t deserve this.

You jumped as you felt hands wrap around your waist. Resting upon your stomach and pulling you in towards their chest.

“You look like the goddess Venus” Zemo whispers as he leans his head on your neck drinking in the scent of your perfume.

“If I hadn’t already promised the president I’d be there I would say screw this dance and take you right here”

“Zemo!” you gasp, your face instantly truing bright red at such a bold remark. You two had never gone that far in your relationship yet. You needed time to be ready before you ever went that far. Zemo respected that choice though he loved to tease you like that.

He chuckles, kissing your neck briefly then pulling back to admire himself in the mirror. “We will be the best looking couple there darling”

“You think so?”

Though his mouth was still turned into a smile he turned to you serious, “I know so y/n”

You break out into a big smile making Zemo smile flashing his teeth as well. He pulls you into a soft kiss, his hands gently holding onto you.

Following Zemo, he leads you to his car and a little while later you arrive at the ball. It felt like there were thousands of people there and they were all staring at you.

Zemo loved the attention. He politely smiled at everyone and greeted his friends there, introducing you to them.

You tried to make polite conversation but you had always been rather awkward. You didn’t know what you could say to people like them but Zemo made up for it by talking for you.

It felt like hours of you walking arm in arm with Zemo till he finally led you to the dance floor.

One hand on your waist and one holding yours, you two started to waltz to the music. Zemo started intently at you. His eyes sparkling in joy just to be in your presence while your face seemed to be in a permanent state of blushing.

“Have I told you just how much I adore your blush?” Zemo asks

You slightly chuckle still looking away, “Everyday” you breathed

“And I will continue telling you every day till you believe it”

“...Zemo”

“Darling, look at me” he whispers

Slowly you manage to drag your eyes off the floor and up into his warm chocolate ones. His grip on your hand tightens as he smiles warmly at you. “Words can not describe how stunning you are y/n. Poets would weep with joy just to be in your presence, even the stars would blow down to your light”

“I love you so much Zemo” you whisper

“I love you too”

You two continue to dance for the rest of the song till the music stops. You excuse yourself to step outside for a few moments.

Though Zemo loved to tell you how much he loved you, there was always a part of you that seemed to always doubt him. You were someone so common compared to him. Compared to his ex. He hardly spoke about her. You knew they were married with a child but they were both killed and it hurt him deeply. One day you snuck into his office and found a picture of her. She was so beautiful, so different to you.

“I hate seeing you looking so down darling” you hear Zemo say as he follows you outside. He stands behind you wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your shoulder.

“I’m fine” you try to reply but Zemo shakes his head, “I know you y/n, I know you are upset by something. I want to help you with whatever is lying heavily on your soul but I can’t unless you tell me”

You don’t say anything for a moment, you just breathe in and out trying to calm your nerves. Zemo pulls back from you. He turns you around and picks up your hands in his. He brings them up and kisses them gently.

Finally, you gather up the courage to just let it all go, to just say everything that had been bothering you.

“I don’t feel like I fit in here Zemo! Before I met you I was just an average person. Someone everyone here would look down on. Part of me still finds it hard to believe you even like me. Why would someone like you, a Baron, who could have any supermodel settle for someone like me. It doesn’t make sense. I feel so outcast here and I can’t help but think about your ex-wife. She was so beautiful, I saw that picture in your office of her. I know she is prettier than me and I just can’t understand why you would choose me after being with someone like her. I just don’t understand why you choose me Zemo!” you cried, letting the tears freshly leave your eyes.

Zemo looked shocked as you spoke but his facial expression soon turned to one of sadness. He raised his hands to your face, placing it on your side, and with his thumb, he brushed the tears away.

“Oh, y/n…” he whimpered as he struggled for a moment to find the right words.

With his other arm, he wraps it around your side and pulls you close to him till you could feel his breath on yours. His eyes stare intently into yours as he speaks,

“When I saw you in that restaurant a year ago, I was awestruck. My life had turned to shit. I’d lost everything and it felt like I was drowning in the waves of pain but when I saw you it was like the angels had blessed me. What drew me to you most though was your eyes. In the sun they shone, darling, tantalizing, drawing me in deep and under. I just had to talk to you. Other women may be pretty. Perhaps. But you darling. You look like the gods came down and painted you with the best colours in existence. Everything I say to you I mean and I want you to believe it. I would do anything just so you could see yourself the way I see you. I understand how you feel about my wife. It was my fault, not talking about her to you but the way I love you isn’t the same way I loved her. I always felt like I was forced to be in love with her like it was the right thing to do. Everyone told me I would be an idiot not to pursue her so I did. Yes, I liked her but I never felt connected to her. But you darling, I would throw everything away for you. I don’t care what anyone else says because I love you. I treasure you. Just looking at you makes my heart race still and my body feel warm. I want to hold you, touch you, taste you but at the same time, I’m scared I would taint you. That you were too beautiful, too innocent for the likes of me.” Zemo declares, never taking eyes off you.

Through his words you feel yourself melting. A warmness takes over you as your heart too nervously flutters. You place your hand over his chest and you can feel his heart quickly beating, almost in time to yours. He looks at you, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted as he desperately waits for your words.

“You mean the world to me Zemo, I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you and never will. I could never come close to your way with words but...thank you. For saying that. It...it means so much to me to hear that. I’m still going to occasionally have doubts. I’m afraid that’s the way I am and I don’t think that will ever change but I’m not leaving you Zemo. Never”

Zemo wraps his arms around you bringing you into a hug as you rest on his chest, encompassed in his warmth. “I will be there every moment of every day to help you through your doubts”

Eventually, you pull back to look at him, at his lips. You were so drawn to him at that moment. You two were so close it was intoxicating. Pushing forward, you closed your eyes to kiss him. Zemo’s eyes fluttered shut as well and he raised his hands to wrap in your hair. They got tangled in them and he slightly tugged making you moan.

You both freeze as your blush comes back but you pushed past your embarrassment, kissing Zemo harder. Your core started to warm and this time you weren’t going to run away from your desire. You part your lips slightly and Zemo takes that invitation to explore your mouth with his tongue. You push into his further, wanting to feel his body against yours. This caused him to take a few steps back till he hit a wall. You moved your body slightly up and down his as you two kissed. He pulled back, out of breath as he gazed in wonder at you.

“Am I okay to go further?”

“Yes” you gasp, “Zemo I…” you knew it now, you knew you were ready, “Zemo I want you”

His teeth flash as he smiled at you before he lowered his face to your neck, sucking on a section. His hands also lowered down your back till they grabbed your ass. It elicits more moans out of you as his teeth graze your skin. His mouth wanders all over you like he was attempting to kiss every inch of you. As he moved his head lower you tangled your hands in his soft hair, tugging it slightly which made him groan.

When he reaches your chest area he grabs the back of your legs lifting you. You wrap both your arms and legs around him as he walks you over to a table and lays you down on it. You continue to hold onto him so that his body was between your tights and his chest was pressed against yours.

While everyone danced inside you and Zemo lost yourself to the pleasure outside.

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Weeping Willow

Harry sends his wife for a girl’s night, and their five-month-old baby falls sick.

Word count: 5,093

A/N: i am no expert on babies (unless it’s my almost two-year-old niece) but i have it on good authority this does bring down fevers. This was written for @tbslenthusiast dadathon. i hope you love it. xx

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It's a Saturday night, and Harry tries his best to convince his wife to go out with her friends for a nice dinner while he cares for baby Willow.

Their five-month-old infant. The sweetest little girl to grace the earth in Harry's opinion.

He's never felt a love like this, a never-ending love for his child. He swears he has never been more in love with his wife, his twin flame, for giving him the greatest gift he will ever receive.

She's standing there cradling Willow in her arms as she begins to drift off to sleep. Humming a song she hasn't shared with Harry. Something special between mother and daughter. As much as Harry hates to admit it but their daughter is a momma's girl at heart.

Willow feels that extra protection from her mother; he gives her all the cuddles and kisses, but there is no more special bond than when Y/N holds her close to her heart, and Willow settles down in seconds. When she is breastfeeding, Y/N tells her the stories of her childhood and when Harry and she were first dating.

It's the irregular sleep schedule that Y/N has never once complained about.

Harry wakes up at the oddest of times when he stretches his arms out to reach for Y/N to pull her close to his chest only to find her missing. More time than not, he'll find her at their windowsill, Willow getting her night time meal as Y/N gazes at the moon softly singing Lolo a lullaby that was once sung to Y/N. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look eternal as if she weren't real, and Harry just imagined up this life.

But she is real, and she is all his, and their daughter is theirs.

As a kid, this was the life he dreamed of, never knowing if it would come true or not. He will never stop being grateful for all he has in life, full of love.

Harry is brought out of his thoughts when Y/N addresses him.

"I don't know, H. She's a little warm." Y/N stands there, the back of her hand gently placed on her baby's forehead before moving it to Willow's cheek. She smiles down at her sleeping baby.

Harry sighs, extending his arms for her to hand him their small baby. She shakes her head, taking two steps back.

Harry chuckles because he knew this would happen, but he forgot how stubborn she could be.

She's wearing Harry's lilac robe, her hair curled, and makeup is done. He made her do a red lipstick because he missed it. It's one that Gemma gave her that's smudge and transfer free. Meaning he can kiss her with it all night long without his lips turning red.

"Willow is fine. Maybe she passed some gas."

She rips her gaze from Willow and shoots him a glare. He puts his hands up in defense.

"If she starts feeling sick, you know the crying won't stop. She likes it when I soothe her."

"She's my daughter too. I can take care of her and soothe her just as good."

She kisses Willow's head, slowly continuing to grow brown curls just like Harry's. "I know you can, but there's this motherly instinct telling me not to go."

"My husband instinct is saying that my wife should go out to dinner with her friends for a nice dinner and some wine." Harry rebuttals.

"I don't drink." She mutters into her baby's head as she adjusts her to lay on her chest as she sways side to side.

"Well, then go crazy with the strawberry lemonade."

She sighs. Harry knows she's close to giving in.

Her clothes set out in bed, ready for her to throw on. Harry chose her outfit, and he's proud of it. Camel-tone flared fitted trousers, a black fitted v-neck, and a double-breasted twill blazer to tie the look. Her black Gucci 'sucker' boots waiting for her at the door to be slipped on then head out the door.

"If I go, you have to promise to text me every hour."

"Half hour if you really need it." He counters.

She shakes her head, no. "If you do that, I'll be home by the second text."

He nods, happy she agreed to go. She needs this no matter how much she had been fighting it.

"Alright, Lolo, I'm going to leave you with your Daddy for a few hours. I hope you don't miss me too much. I'll make up for leaving you with cuddles for the whole night, munchkin."

Harry's eyes well up, always in awe at the relationship between his wife and their daughter. Their beautiful five-month-old daughter who Harry, thinks is growing too fast. She's still on the small side, but the doctor assured them she was doing good.

Y/N placed her in the crib that Harry put together with Gemma's help, who wanted to be involved with as much as Harry would let her.

She stirs a little, but Y/N pats her chest softly, calming her down.

"I'm going to go get dressed. Turn on the baby monitor, please?" She points in the direction of it.

"On it, love."

She walks out and gets dressed quickly, knowing there's a reservation, and she doesn't like arriving late. Harry meets her downstairs baby monitor in hand as she stands boots safely on her feet.

Harry shamelessly checks her out. He almost begs her to stay after seeing how good she looks, but he knows she needs this.

"Text me when you get there." He wraps her in a hug, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Of course."

She pulls back, looking up at him before leaning in to peck his lips three times; she walks out the door, bag in hand, when Harry tugs her wrist, turning her around connecting his lips with hers. It's a short passionate kiss, Harry's tongue fighting for dominance. She lets out a small moan. Y/N, let's Harry be the one to pull back, not at all wanting to break the kiss.

Harry smirks as he sees the dazed look in her eyes. "Just so you know what you have waiting at home for you."

"You menace." Harry leans on the door as she walks out. "I love you, H."

"And I love you."

Harry watched as she drove away before going back in and heading straight to the nursery, where his darling Willow is still sleeping.

"Just you and me, Lolo," Harry whispers as he sits in the rocking chair and lays back to rest his eyes. It's like they say when the baby sleeps, he does as well.

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Harry wakes up when he hears a small sneeze. He peeks at Willow, but she still has her eyes closed. He picks up his phone to check how long he slept and is shocked. It was only twenty minutes; he felt like it had been much longer now, feeling a bit more energized.

He sees a text Darling and opens it,

I've arrived safely.

I miss you both so much already. xx

Harry can't help but smile. He misses her already. He might always be playing music in the house that fills the silence, but Harry only does it because she sings along to each song no matter how bad she can butcher the lyrics to an unknown song.

She fills the home with warmth and love.

I love you! Lolo is still sleeping. Have a lovely night. xx

Harry sat in the rocking chair, just gazing at his daughter. Her cheeks were a little red, but he thought she might be a bit warm. He unwraps the blanket, just watching her stretch out her small fists.

Willow slowly blinks her eyes open, a small smile on her face when she sees her father looking down at her.

"You up, Lolo? No more sleep, I'm guessing."

She continues to stare at Harry before turning her head to the door. Harry knows she's waiting for someone to come in. After a few moments of no movements, Willow looks at Harry, giving her a small smile.

"Waiting for your Mum, I know. She'll be back later; for now, it's you and me."

Harry reaches in to pick her up, gently shushing her, not wanting her to start crying. He walks down the stairs slowly, the fear of tripping down the stairs more present than ever with his baby in his arms.

Harry sits her on the couch, a pillow propped up on the back to help support her back, and grabs her stuffed bunny that was left on the coffee table. It's her favorite toy to play with at all times.

Willow sets it in her lap, not at all looking at it, eyes on Harry. He sees her eyes begin to well up, and he knows the tears are coming. He scoops her up gently, letting the bunny fall to the floor so Harry could soothe his baby.

"My Willo baby, no tears. You know it breaks my heart." He begins shushing gently. Gemma swears by it watching Alice do the Ss in New Amsterdam. Y/N does it too, her grandma teaching her that when she helped watch over younger cousins.

This settles her for a second, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck as he rubs a hand gently down her back. "Good baby, Momma would be proud of us." He knows he made a mistake once she lets out a loud wail.

He can only assume the word Momma did it for her.

His phone alarm begins to ring, meaning it's the hour update, and if he doesn't check-in, she'll call, and if he doesn't answer, she'll worry even more and drive herself more. He does not need that happening.

Harry will not let her call; he'll send a sleeping photo of Willow to Y/N to keep her calm because he can do this. He can tend to his child alone. She's half of his DNA; why wouldn't he be able to.

His Mum always told him babies cry for three reasons: dirty diaper, sleepy, and hunger. He assumes she's hungry. Has to be, her diaper doesn't feel full, and she also doesn't smell.

As Harry goes to the kitchen, he stops at the fridge. He sees all the magnets that Y/N loves collecting when visiting a new country, state, or city. Her favorite being the Trevi Fountain. Tells her every time she sees it, she can see Harry down on his knee, tears in his eyes and heart wide open for her. Safe to say it became his favorite as well. Right under it is a yellow sticky note "Just in case xx Dr. Harp" The phone number of Willow's pediatrician.

Y/N really is the best, but he knows that he has everything under control, or at least he keeps telling himself that as Willow continues her crying, no amount of words calms her. He'd also call his Mum before the pediatrician, who would only end up calling Y/N.

"Mummy left your milk in the fridge; now, all we have to do is warm it up."

Willow's cries go quiet for a second at what Harry can only think was at word milk. He can do this.

They don't bottle feed her as often, both preferring her to breastfeed directly from Y/N. Harry encouraged her to pump milk because Y/N has complained over too many milk stained shirts. It has helped her tremendously. A few times, when Y/N was too tired to get up, he offered to warm the milk to feed Willow. Y/N knew how important it was for Harry, so she allowed him and began pumping more for Harry to help provide her during the day.

He gets a bowl and fills it with hot water, then places the bottle in. He knows it should be a few minutes, he begins singing to Willow. He sings her the song he wrote for his sister, which holds meaning to Y/N now, finding a connection that makes them feel at peace when hearing the song. As Harry gently sings 'Sweet Creature,' he sees her settle, nose runny from the tears, he grabs one of her clothes that Y/N keeps in the kitchen. Truth be told, she has them spread all over the house to have one on hand when necessary. He wipes the snot then drapes it over his open shoulder. He checks the temperature, able to hear Y/N scold him in his head for wanting to skip the step.

"Lolo, going to go sit down, and then you can begin eating." She blinks up at him, her green eyes unfocused, refusing to settle on one place of his face.

He sits and adjusts Willow to cradle her in his arms. He does a final temperature check on his wrist and is happy with the outcome. He slowly brings it up to her lips to startle her, and she latches on after a few seconds.

Harry leans back on the chair, releasing a long sigh. He feels victorious, even just for a moment.

The phone on the couch seat next to him displays a text:

I love you both. xx

He's in the clear.

Harry sings Willow the first song that pops into his head, well he mainly hums as she has her eyes closed and a fist clenched on her blanket and the other tucked in. He pulls the bottle away once he sees no more movement. He wipes the outside of her mouth very carefully to not disturb her.

"Willow, Angel, I need to burp you. You shouldn't even feel it." Harry likes warning her; he knows she understands.

He's done relatively quickly, settling her back in his arms to let her sleep. Harry would love to turn the television on, but he settles for staring at the angel in his arms.

Harry frowns when he sees Willow's eyes flutter open. She sleeps longer after eating.

"Lolo, it's barely been ten minutes. That's not enough for a growing baby. You need to grow up to be strong, just like Momma."

Willow lets out a small cough. It startles Harry, not having heard the sound before. He gently picks her up and begins patting her back, soothing her as she calms down.

Harry thinks back to the phone number stuck on the fridge but shakes the thought away because one cough is not enough to make a call, especially this late at night.

He is now slowly walking in front of the couch, trying to get her to fall back to sleep. It's not working.

It starts off in small whimpers before turning into loud wails.

This is not good.

Harry tries his best to place his baby's cries, but it does not sound familiar. He isn't calling Y/N; worrying her is not part of tonight's plans, but there is someone in mind who will always answer him. Without thinking twice, he goes to favorites and picks the second person.

"Hello love, how are you?"

He's greeted by a calming voice, but it does nothing to soothe the pounding in his heart. "Hi, Mum." Harry isn't even sure she heard with Willow's loud cries.

"Is something wrong? Why is little Willow crying? Where's Y/N?" Anne is quick to jump in.

"Today was her first girl's night out that I was insistent she go out to even though she didn't want to, but she should be back in the next hour or so." He addressed that question before jumping into the most important one. "Willow coughed then settled down before bursting into this cry. I've never heard it before. It's not her hungry one because she ate half an hour ago, and her diaper is clean." He lets out a sob he didn't know he was holding back.

"Oh, dear, right. First off, is she hot? warmer than usual."

Harry pulls her back, face scrunched up, nose full of snot. He places the back of his hand on his forehead, and it's burning. "Yes, she's warm. But couldn't it be from the crying?"

Anne sighs, worried for her son, but this is parenthood having to see your child get sick and old help them through it. The first time is always the worst, but each time after that still breaks your heart. "No love, check her temperature and call the pediatrician. Tell her the symptoms, and you can go from there. Right, hang up, call Y/N, and the pediatrician in that order."

Harry agrees to get her off the phone and to make the call right away. Anne knows Harry well enough that he will skip one important thing she told him to do, so she takes it upon herself to get it done.

He heads upstairs, sitting the still crying Willow in the crib as he searches for the thermometer he knows Y/N keeps next to the wipes for emergencies. He is quick to take off her shirt as gently as one can be and sticks it under her armpit as he waits for it to ring as he dials Dr. Harp.

There is an answer on the third ring, just as the thermometer beeps.

"Dr. Harp, hello, it's Harry Styles, father of Willow Styles." He says in a rush.

"Yes, Mr. Styles, what can I do for you." The doctor's voice is kind, and it calms Harry knowing there's a professional helping him.

"Well, my daughter slept about ten minutes before waking up after eating, and that isn't normal for her. She had a bit of a cough and has not stopped crying for the past twenty minutes now. She's burning up Doc. The thermometer says 103F. Shit, I meant 39C. My wife's family got us a fancy thermometer that gives us both numbers." He feels the need to explain a hand on the back of Willow's head, trying to calm her down as well as himself.

"Well, it seems it could be a common cold. There is not a lot to do, except keep your baby drinking milk. Mrs. Styles is still breastfeeding, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's important to keep her hydrated and check with her through the night. To bring down the temperature, a lukewarm bath would help as well as a humidifier because, from the sounds of it, she is a bit congested."

Harry nods along to everything she is saying, repeating it back. "Thank you so much, Dr. Harp."

"It's no problem; if the fever doesn't break or gets higher than 40C, then I suggest you head straight to the hospital." Dr. Harp says her goodbyes as he picks up Willow and heads to their bedroom, taking her into their bathroom.

He looks around, not sure what to do first that he misses the sound of the door opening and closing as well as footsteps up the stairs. It might have also been Willow's crying.

Willow lock's eyes with Y/N over Harry's shoulder, stopping for a second, causing Harry to gasp before she starts up louder than before for not being in her mother's arms.

"Willow, darling," Y/N smiles at her daughter, cheeks red and nose snotty but still her beautiful baby.

Harry feels like he can breathe properly now that she's home with him. His missing half home, finally feeling complete. He does feel awful for not calling her right away, but he swore she was having a good time.

Harry hands over Willow to Y/N's waiting arms watching as she cradles her close, pressing repeated kisses to her daughter's brown hair. Willow instantly clenches a fist onto her necklace, not that Y/N minds, but Harry feels guilty for depriving his daughter of her mother. It was his fault she was out tonight.

"How'd you get here so quick?" Are the first words Harry thinks to say.

Harry thought she'd be mad at him for not calling, but all he sees are her kind and gentle eyes he fell in love with.

"Anne called me to update me, but I was already ten minutes from home. I had dinner but got it to go having that nagging feeling you needed me. Anne called it mother's intuition, but" She breathes in Willow's smell, Harry finding it endearing how she always says she smells amazing like peaches. "I swear I could feel how distressed you were. I thought you were having a bad time, so I got you ice cream and brought home a meal we could share."

He leans against the sink, a small grin forming on his face. "I did always tell you we were soulmates."

Y/N steps further into the bathroom, heading to the tub to get the water-filled. She sits on the toilet, letting it fill before dipping her hand in from time to time. It feels a bit less than halfway before she closes the tap.

"Doctor's orders were getting the temperature down, right?" Y/N asks Harry, and he nods. "Well, in the lukewarm bath, she goes." Y/N fakes as if she is going to place Willow in before hugging her to her chest once more. "I'm only playing." She boops Lolo's nose.

"Your momma thinks she's so funny, Lolo." Harry rolls his eyes at her, not at all, hiding the love behind them.

"Get in the bath with her, H." Y/N has successfully undressed Willow, giving her kisses all over, causing Willow to let out a small giggle.

Harry near tears now. "That's the first time she laughed this entire night."

"Honey, listen. She hasn't gotten sick before. It's okay, we're learning." She reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into it eagerly. "We are learning together." He nods as she pulls her hand away. "Now, do I need to undress my other baby as well?"

He smiles. "You're welcome to, but I got this." He slips off the black shirt and grey sweats, leaving on his briefs.

The water is perfect. Not that he expected any different because she does everything with extra care and love for Willow. He's glad to have her as his life partner and mother of his child and future children.

He slips in, sitting down, letting Y/N gently place Willow on his bent knees. He cups her head, gently sinking himself lower. She hands him a cloth, and he looks at her, eyes wide.

"Wet it, rinse it a bit, then just sponge it around her."

He nods but doesn't move to receive it. Y/N moves forward, dips it in the water, and squeezes it leaving a bit of water. She gently gets Lolo's back patting before moving down.

"Thank you." He says and accepts the cloth.

Y/N makes her way to the bedroom. "You're leaving?" He questions, causing Willow to look at her as well.

She laughs at her two loves, both wanting her close. "Going to turn on the humidifier. It's going to be good for her and her congestion. Then will get you both a new change of clothes before coming back. Is that okay with you both?"

Harry looks down at Willow that still has her eyes on her Momma. "What do you think, Lolo? Think we should let Momma take care of us." He hums as if hearing her response. "She said not to take too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Harry settles in, Willow moving her hand in the water, intrigued by the ripples allowing Harry to rinse her. He feels good, feels great, and can honestly help her and no longer cry about it.

Y/N knows he needs this but hopes she isn't feeling too awful about leaving Willow when she got sick for the first time.

For all, he knows she could be crying in their bedroom or, even worse, the nursery where he can't hear her.

But that's what Harry is here to remind her what a fantastic team they are and how she saved the day like always. He's proud of her just as he knows she's proud of him.

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It's twenty minutes when Y/N walks back in. Now dressed in grey sweats and an old white shirt that Willow loves to cling on. She approaches, and Harry raises Willow so that she can wrap her in the yellow towel.

"My munchkin smells so good." She kisses her cheek. She turns to look at Harry with a smile on her face making him smile back. "Shower, I'm going to dress her, and then I'll bring your clothes in."

"Okay, love."

Harry drains the water before turning on the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away the stress in his body. He doesn't take too long, wanting to cuddle his two girls all night long.

Walking out, dressing in the warm clothes that she must have thrown in the dryer for him knowing how he likes to be warm after a long night. He smiles, slipping the shirt over his head, slipping on the black sweats with no need for briefs. Turning off the bathroom light, closing the door, he sees Willow lying on Y/N's chest.

"How is she doing?" Harry paddles over, hovering over Y/N to kiss her forehead, doing the same to Willow.

"Better, the temperature is at 98."

Harry smiles, glad she's under three digits again. She looks sweet dressed in a bodysuit with small bumble bees all over. Y/N wrapped the knitted mint green blanket that Y/N's mother made for Willow around her shoulder to keep her warm but not enough to overheat.

"That's great. Our baby is so strong." Harry gets in bed and sits against the headboard, making Y/N shift over to rest her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around Willow for support.

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It's an hour of silence basking in hearing their baby's breathing. Not as smooth due to the congestion but better than before. Harry places a kiss on Y/N's forehead when he feels the first tear, then many more follow. A sob breaking out, but breathing even to not disturb their sleeping baby on her chest.

"Love, lovie, hey. Don't cry. She's doing better already." He wraps the arm tighter, hoping he can transfer all his love for her through the hug.

"I'm just overwhelmed." She chokes out.

Harry sits up to face her, reaches his hands out to wipe her rapidly falling tears.

"Please don't be mad with yourself; if there is anyone to be mad at, it's me." He pleads for her to understand. "I told you to leave us be."

"Not mad at you, honey." She whimpers. "I-I-I'm upset I wasn't here to help you. But you handled it so well. Very proud of you."

Harry sits there, tears falling out of his eyes now because she was proud. He did nothing. He knows he did nothing; he called his Mum and the doctor. He never got her to stop crying.

"I didn't do anything."

"Honey, you did." Her voice firm, one hand reaching up to gently raise his head to look at her. "You called Anne because you knew she would help and then called Dr. Harp for help."

"But she never stopped crying, not until you held her."

She shakes her head. "She was feeling bad, she cried at discomfort and unusual feelings. Might have also sensed your panic," She teases. He lets out a small chuckle.

"We're a team. Together and apart, H."

Harry lays down on his side, pulling Y/N down with him. He does it slowly to not move Willow; Harry lays his head on her shoulder, looking down at their baby. He lets himself relax, knowing she's going to be okay.

"I love you." He whispers. No response causing him to look up at a grinning Y/N. "Say it back."

She giggles. "Thought you were talking to Lolo."

"That was for you, wife."

"My bad," She pecks his nose. "I love you, H."

"Missed." He mutters, puckering his lips in her directions.

"Dork." She closes the small distance and hums at the sweet taste that is Harry and mint toothpaste. He deepens it for a few seconds before pulling back. His eyes closed. He kisses her from her cheeks to her collarbones, no spot left untouched. He steals one more kiss before settling down.

"Sleep tight, my darling, Willow," Harry whispers, throwing his arm over Willow's small body and Y/N's stomach for extra protection.

He peeks one eye open to see Y/N smiling down at Willow, no sign of sleep in her features. "I take it you won't be going out anytime soon again."

"You got that right." She jokes. "No, it was nice. I forgot how good it is to chat about anything other than what size diapers she's going to need next."

"That's not all we talk about. We also talk about the size of your boobs."

She snorts at his comment, and he happily joins in.

"We haven't had a date night, well we have but indoors with a baby always in arms."

Harry smirks. "What do you have in mind, love?"

She blushes, "We go away for the weekend, leave Willow with Anne or Mitch since he keeps saying we keep his goddaughter away from him."

"You'd be okay with that?" Harry checks, making sure she really wants this.

She nods. "I'll miss her like crazy, my heart is beating faster just at the thought, but I miss you." There's a gleam in her eye, one when she gets lost in a memory. "It's quickies and late-night conversations. As much as I love our daughter, I miss my best friend."

Harry grins, glad she's sharing this. "Any other time, I'd make a joke, but honestly, I miss you just as much."

"Then, coordinate with Jeff on a weekend you're free and look for a place we can go to. Driving or flying whatever you find best."

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make you fall in love with me all over again."

"I'm counting on it, Harry."

Harry helps Y/N drift off to sleep with his ideas of where they can go and all the naughty things they will get up to.

Harry knows nothing in life will be better than being in the arms of his two favorite girls.

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In Another Life // Two Ghosts

Aaron Hotchner x y/n

March 2013

It’s current day at the BAU. I’m working at my desk like normal, every so often peeking over at Aaron’s office every few minutes. It’s just comforting knowing that he is so close to me while I work. Spencer, Alex and JJ work at their desks around me. I am very engrossed in my work, but look up when I hear footsteps up to me. I look up and jump in my seat when I see the face in front of me. It’s Haley, with her blonde hair, it was brown the last time I saw her. The last time I saw her laying in a pool of blood…

“Haley,” I blurt out.

“Hi Y/N,” she smiles. She adjusts her bag on her shoulder then looks around the BAU. “Is Aaron in his office?”

“Uh, yeah. Do you need to talk to him about Jack?” I ask, but she laughs at me.

“No,” she says with a crude smile. “I’m here for our date.”

I choke on the air I’m breathing. “D-Date?” I finally get out.

“Of course, a wife has got to keep her husband close,” she says.

“But you two are separated,” I say.

Haley tilts her head at me and pinches her eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

Based on how things are going I’m scared to say this next part. “But Aaron and I are together,” I say slowly.

Haley looks concerned, then quickly laughs. “Oh I get it. You’re his work wife. Very cute,” she says. “I should get going,” she says, but I get up and follow her.

“No, no, not just that,” I say over her shoulder. She’s walking towards Aaron’s office. “Aaron and I are in a committed relationship.”

Haley ignores me and walks into Aaron’s office with me on her heels. When we walk in Aaron looks up and smiles at me, or at least I think he’s smiling at me. “Hi honey,” Aaron says and I flash him a grateful smile.

“Thank goodness,” I say and walk past Haley to him. Although, once I reach Aaron he gives me a weird look. “Honey, are you okay?”

Aaron chuckles. “Y/L/N, you should probably stick to calling me Hotch.”

“W-What are you talking about?” I ask. But he ignores me and walks up to Haley and kisses her. On the lips. “Aaron,” I snap.

He turns around to face me, clearly annoyed. “Y/L/N, my wife and I could use some time alone,” Aaron says.

“But she’s not your wife. I-I’m your girlfriend!”

Both of them look at me with wild eyes. “Y/L/N, are you feeling alright?” Aaron asks.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I shout. “I know what’s real and I know that you’re my boyfriend.”

“Honey,” Haley hisses. “He will never be yours. He’s mine,” she smiles up at him again and they kiss.

I wake with a jolt, shaking the arms off my waist that previously rested there. I scramble in bed for a moment, but finally go still once I sit against the headboard. I haven’t been very quiet, so the person next to me also sits against the headboard.

“Honey,” Aaron croaks. “Are you alright?”

Oh my God, it’s just like my dream.

“I-I need to go,” I say then throw the cover off me and slip my shoes on.

Aaron chuckles. “Go where? It’s the middle of the night.”

I don’t answer him and just leave the room. I don’t know where to go so I settle on a bench outside the hotel. I wish I brought my jacket. It’s freezing out here and I’m only in a tank top. However, I am sitting by myself for less than five minutes because Aaron comes outside bundled up and holding a blanket for me.

“Thanks,” I grumble as I take the blanket and quickly wrap it around me. He sits down next to me with a long sigh.

“So what’s going on?” he asks.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. “I just don’t feel right about this.”

“About what?” he asks.

“This baby,” I say and turn to my boyfriend. His face goes blank as he continues to make eye contact with me. “Aaron?” I snap. He shakes his head and comes back into reality. He reaches out and takes my hands in his.

“Do you not want to have this baby?” Aaron asks and I stay silent. I don’t know what to say. I eye Aaron again carefully. His face is full of concern. I have to tell him what’s been going on.

“Okay,” I hum while placing my palms on my eyes. “I’ve been having some…guilt about the baby.”

Aaron furrows his eyebrows. “What is there to be guilty about?” he asks.

My chest starts to grow tight and tears start to fight their way out of my eyes. After a moment of resisting, I let the tears fall as I gently weep. “Haley,” I murmur.

Aaron wraps me in his arms and holds me against his chest. “What about Haley?” he asks.

“I’ve just been feeling guilty like I am taking over her life. I don’t ever want to replace Haley in Jack’s or your lives, but I don’t know what I am suppose to do. Am I suppose to not marry you and not have babies with you? Am I suppose to not love Jack? I just don’t know anymore Aaron,” I rant. “Then I had this dream where Haley wasn’t acting like herself and saying that she would always have you and you would never be mine. And you were acting like we weren’t together.”

Aaron stays quiet for a few moments, but rubs circles in my back. “You know what I think we should do?” he asks and I look up at him. “We should talk to Haley. Jack and I talk to her occasionally before bed, but it sounds like you need to talk to her too.”

I am a little unsure. What am I suppose to say? But I agree anyway. “Okay,” I say.

“We’ll do it right when we get home,” Aaron says then kisses my forehead.

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I got out of the shower just a few minutes ago and am currently brushing out my hair. The whole team just returned from Minnesota a few hours ago. It was nearly dinner time so we picked up some food for the three of us then ate at home. I got in the shower right after dinner because I am beyond exhausted. I am planning on a long, solid sleep.

I open the bathroom door and see Aaron in his pajamas sitting on the edge of the bed. “Are you ready?” he asks.

“For bed, yes,” I laugh then pull back the covers.

“No,” Aaron says then grabs my hand. “To talk to Haley.”

I freeze. I didn’t realize we were still doing that. Maybe it will be a good thing though. I’ll do anything to stop this guilty feeling in my chest. I give my boyfriend’s hand a squeeze then let him lead me into Jack’s room.

There is a candle and a lighter resting on the floor with Jack sitting in front of them. “Jack, Y/N is gonna join us this time to talk to mommy. Is that okay?” Aaron asks.

Jack nods quickly and scoots over. “Thank you buddy,” I whisper as I sit down cross legged in front of the candle with Aaron next to me. Without warning, Jack sits in my lap and lets me wrap my arms around his tiny torso.

Aaron carefully lights the candle then turns to me and Jack. “Hi Mommy,” Jack says and my heart nearly breaks. “At school I am doing a lot of reading and I’m playing a lot of soccer.”

“Tell her how good you are,” Aaron whispers to him.

“I’m really good. I score all the time,” Jack says which causes me to chuckle.

“Hi Haley,” Aaron says. “I miss you and love you. Work is going well, but I know you would tell me that I’m working too hard. I’m spending lots of time with Jack and going to all of his games. I wish you could be here to see him play. And something very exciting is happening. Jack, do you want to tell her?”

“Mommy, I’m getting a little brother-,” Jack exclaims.

“Well we don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet, but yes, there is going to be a baby,” Aaron says then he pauses and turns to me. “And we brought Y/N here to get some advice from you.”

I give Aaron a small smile then turn to the flickering light. I let out a shaky breath and nervously run my fingers down Jack’s hair. “Hi Haley,” I say. I pause for so long that Aaron finally turns to me. “Is there any chance I could talk to her alone?” I ask quietly.

Aaron nods. “Sure, Jack, let’s give Y/N and Mommy a moment together,” Aaron says then takes Jack’s hand and leads him out of the room. I let out a shaky breath before continuing.

“Hi Haley. I know we never really close while you were here, but I sort of feel like we’re bonded now. You know, both having been Aaron’s girlfriend at one point,” I say with a laugh. “Anyway, I’m sort of struggling. As Aaron said, I’m pregnant, but I’m feeling guilty that I’m stealing your life. You know, it should be you with Aaron and Jack and having Aaron’s second baby, not me,” I say as tears stream down my face. “But the hardest part is that I want to be with Aaron and care for Jack, but I feel like I’m living in your shadow.”

I’m quiet for a moment. “So I guess I’m asking your permission to be with them? Ugh,” I say then bury my face in my hands. “I honestly don’t know what I’m asking. I just don’t want to feel guilty anymore. I want to know that you are okay with me taking care of your husband and your son.”

I focus on the candle. I guess I expect there to be some sign to know that she’s listening, but there’s nothing.

“And I am really trying to keep my promise I made to you, to keep Aaron safe. But as you know, he’s got a mind of his own,” I say. “I want to make a new promise now too. I want to promise that I will love Jack and Aaron with all of my heart and never let them forget how much they are loved. I also want to promise that I won’t let them forget you. I always want you to be a part of our lives.”

Suddenly, the candle blows out on its own. It takes me a second to realize what happened. I stare at the smoke curling into the air and know that must be Haley’s way of saying “okay”.

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Curiosity // Luke Patterson

Summary: After filling up another journal designed his songbook Luke is left empty handed. With the offer to a shelf of blanket journals is given he’s immediately choosing. But Luke’s curiosity leads him to a discovery. In other words Luke finds Perfect Harmony in Reader’s bedroom.

Requested: Yes by @averyharrypotterlife

Warnings: None.

Words: 1.7 (including lyrics)

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Luke’s always been a curious person going as far back as his early childhood. The most consistent evidence being during the Christmas holidays. Until he was ten, yes, he’s aware that his friends stopped believing in Santa way earlier. The young lad would stay up hidden in the living room waiting to catch Santa. Without fail, Luke would wake up in his outer space planet sheets having fallen asleep in his mission.

When he was twelve years old, he was left at his aunt and uncle’s house for the weekend due to a work-related thing. His older cousin was eighteen at the time and at college, so Luke stayed in his bedroom. Luke couldn’t help but snoop through Bryan’s personal items, and in a drawer with a false bottom, he discovered magazines.

Luke had a lot of fun that weekend diligently going through the magazines his mother would skin his hide even knowing about them. He may have had to use the excuse of having a cold for the entire box of Kleenex missing. No one was the wiser on that weekend.

Now when Luke was fourteen years old, he had snuck into the Rated R film Candyman with Alex and Reggie. Luke’s parents had been strict in their rules and definitely had shot down the question of seeing the film. The three didn’t sleep with the lights out for a month after that, and the truth came out when no lie was sufficient to their concerned parents.

Luke Patterson didn’t care about boundaries. Why ask for permission when you can just ask for forgiveness? It worked with going through Julie’s dream box, but all personal items got hidden from the ghostly guitarist.

“No!” Luke exclaimed flipping through his song journal once more in hopes of a blank page. The frustration in his body snapping the pencil he had been using.

“You good?” You questioned glancing up from the essay you graded as a teacher’s assistant for an AP course. Luke’s frustrated brown met yours with a cute pout on his lips.

“I’ve filled my journal up. I hate using loose-leaf, but no money means no buying things.” Luke roughly scrubbed one hand on his face.

“You could always just forever borrow one from the- “Luke quickly shot that down with a look of absolute horror, “Okay…so stealing a no.”

“I did listen to my parents on certain aspects. I would never steal anything, other than the food when we didn’t have enough cash.” Luke’s brown hue had softened back into the hazel that caused flutters in your heart, “I have no respect for thieves.”

You nodded before scribbling a suggestion on the paper in dark red, “I have a shelf in my room dedicated solely to blank journals. If you want to, you can take one free of charge.”

With a quick smile, Luke disappeared from the room to your personal domain he sometimes hung out with you in. You had no misgivings on the teen finding solace in your room and gave him free rein; your prized possessions hidden very well.

Luke appeared in the soft blue and lilac bedroom with the queen white iron wrought style bed in the middle. A white desk in the corner with a multitude of bookcases and shelves in the room. The desk chair neatly pushed into the desk as well he went straight to the shelf.

Journals of all colours and styles with a label on the shelf noting them as empty. It was packed with dozens, but it was the midnight blue one that called to the boy. In his reach, he bumped an emerald green one off the edge. It opened having hit the edge of the desk.

As he leaned down, he noticed notations in the margins, now remember how Luke is a curious guy? He only hesitated a second before he was reading the pages of words in your signature script.

The guilt flared for a second before he justified it as being on the shelf you declared free game. So Luke settled sitting criss-cross against the side of your bed reading the words so eloquently written. Even notes allowed Luke to hear the melody in his mind.

Assignment: Write a piece of literature from two points of views. Genre doesn’t matter as long as it is a minimum of one page and not exceed eight.

Step into my world

Bittersweet love story ’bout a girl

Shook me to the core

Voice like an angel

I’ve never heard before

The words took his breath away, recalling a moment he gushed to Alex on how he had caught you singing. He had described your voice as being angelic, and it took him by complete surprise. He remembered Julie, and you entered the room shortly after with a nervous feeling if you had heard. Now Luke had his answer. His phantom heart pounded in anticipation for the reply to this first point of view.

Here in front of me

They’re shining so much brighter

Than I have ever seen

Life can be so mean

But when he goes, I know he doesn’t leave

The smile threatened to split his face with the elation as he continued reading with a subconscious hum. His fingers tapping the sides of the paper as his hazel irises tinged green ate up the words.

The truth is finally breaking through

Two worlds collide when I’m with you

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we’re

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

The world faded as Luke distinctly heard your angelic voice singing the parts he could easily recognize as perfect for you. There was something so powerful in this incredibly personal song only intended for your eyes and your teachers.

The next handful of lines left him breathless and astonished as he visualized not sitting across from each other. But engaging in another art form that can be so incredibly intimate for people; he imagined singing this while holding you in his arms.

You set me free

You and me together is more than chemistry

Love me as I am

I’ll hold your music here inside my hands

We say we’re friends, we play pretend

You’re more to me, we’re everything

Our voices rise and soar so high

We come to life when we’re

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Luke went from humming to softly singing to the heartfelt tune with a flutter of butterflies deep in his stomach. When Julie saw Unsaid Emily, he had denied it as an experiment, and it was the truth. Luke wrote rock anthems and rock-pop with his living friend. He never dabbled into romantic ones.

He’d never read something so poetically beautiful it felt him weeping at the sheer amount of feelings.

I feel your rhythm in my heart

Yeah yeah yeah

You are my brightest burning star

Whoah whoah oh

I never knew a love so real (so real)

We’re heaven on earth

Melody and words

When we’re together we’re

In perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

Perfect harmony

Whoa-oa-oa, whoa-oa-oa

We say we’re friends (we play pretend)

You’re more to me (we create)

Perfect harmony

His eyes found the last line of the song setting him back in a dead silence returning to the start to reread it. On his third read, he found the notes from your teacher on a separate page.

Y/N, in my years of teaching, I’ve never read something with such meaning behind it. The longing, passion, respect and love you artfully encapsulated is rare. To have written, this means you’ve felt this. No corrects needed, and I felt compelled to not mark on the piece. Thank you for being vulnerable with me, for letting me step inside your mind and please never let this emotion fade.

Your grade is A+.

Luke’s lips pulled apart at the genuine words your teacher had written because it indeed was a word of art. Carefully Luke returned the notebook back to the shelf to retrieve the blue one that caught his attention. AS he turned, he found you leaning against the door frame with a soft smile.

“I am so sor-“

“No.” You replied, walking into the room, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I told you any notebook on that shelf. I can’t get mad, and I’ve seen you can’t leave something half-read.”

“Probably why my book reports were insanely well done in school.” Luke joked as you stepped in his personal space. The tension faded from his shoulders as he took in your features, “You got a perfect grade.”

“I did.” You simply spoke, staring up into his eyes, “You helped me with it.”

“How?”

“You told Alex what you felt about my voice. You looked nervous when I walked in, so I let it go. It wasn’t the time to bring it up. It’s called Perfect Harmony.” You told the ghost gently grazing your fingertips on his hand. The feeling sends shudders down his spine.

“I guess it just wasn’t the right time. With the band and-“

“-the whole soul owning thing. Too much but now that you’ve read that…what do you feel?” You hesitantly asked because reading it and discovering how someone feels is another to if the feelings are reciprocated back.

“That I was always meant to live in 2020. That I was meant to love you with every atom in my very being.” Luke murmured before he crashed his lips onto your own in a searing kiss that had your toe-curling.

The midnight blue journal dropped to the floor as his large calloused hands cupped your face to feel the warmth. The very journal would be filled with songs all about this person, Luke adored not matter his state as a ghost. Two worlds collided just as two souls came together in perfect harmony.

So, wrapped up in each other Luke didn’t notice something magical encased in the warm love. In the bedroom, the two teens were kissing in had two distinct heartbeats with a glow emanating from Luke Patterson.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Prompt list 2: 173 and 194 with Oberyn please?! If you’re still doing them? -💫✨🌈 ps. Congratulations on your follower milestone! U deserve everything baby

Okay, soooo, perhaps this is me imagining this as Sunshine and Oberyn from INO. But totally not necessary!

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Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader ; warnings: soft smut (18+ Only)

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You couldn’t help but stare across the lush gardens as you spotted Oberyn in the distance. He was taking a turn about the palace with one of his many advisors going over one thing or another, in deep conversation as his brow furrowed in concentration. He still managed to look better than anyone should have been allowed to. He was wearing robes of deep orange and gold today, barely tied at the waist, showing off his immaculate golden torso. His hair, now a mess of soft curls, was chocolate and golden under the warm sun, and suddenly you left much more flushed than before.

You might have the privilege of calling him your husband, but he still managed to stun you in so many ways. Oberyn must have felt something, as he quickly lifted his gaze and found your eyes with his. A small smile tugged on his features as you offered up your own saccharine smile followed by a wave. Shooting you a cheeky wink, which left you hot and bothered more than anything, he turned back to conversation, as if he hadn’t just been shamelessly watching you. It wasn’t just a wink, you’d learned early on into your marriage, it was a promise of so much more. The heat was already pooling low in your belly as you turned back to the flowers you’d been tending to.

“Lady Martell?” you turned to find your handmaiden, Asha, watching you with an intent gaze, “is everything alright? You look quite...flushed. Shall I fetch you some water?”

“Please,” you gave the young girl a smile as she nodded and got ready to head to the kitchens. Her sweet innocence was enough to make you chuckle slightly, “I suddenly feel quite...parched.”

As you plucked and pruned the blossoms, you couldn’t help but think of all the sweet words and stolen kisses that had been exchanged between the two of you here. The gardens, one of your favorite places in the whole of Dorne, serving as a refuge for both of you needed a little break from the real world.

It was where he had first professed his love to you. Where you had first told him you loved him too. Where he had first gently taken your face in his large hands, and pressed his lips to yours and kissed you until you felt like lovestruck teenagers. So many firsts had taken place in his sacred place, and it would always hold a special place in your heart.

Just like your love had blossomed and flourished in this garden, so were your blooms and flowers, a beautiful symbol of your relationship with the prince.

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“Hello, my Prince,” you grinned when Oberyn walked through the door of your shared bedchambers, a tired but happy grin on his face when he spied you on the bed, wearing nothing but sheer undergarments, “I’m so happy you’re finally ready to retire for the day.”

“My Queen,” his eyes, soft and honeyed in the soft glow of the candlelight, drank you as he seemed to perk up. You patted the space on the bed next to you, holding your arms out to him, “I would have retired to your arms much sooner, had I been given a chance. Unfortunately, it seems that duties sometimes must be attended to.”

“Of course, everyone wants a piece of the prince,” reaching for the lapels of his robe as you pulled him for a kiss. He smiled against your lips, easily melting into your touch as you dragged him down to lay on the soft covers, “luckily you’re all mine. And you know, I will always wait for you, my love.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” a contented sigh escaped his lips as he looked up at you from the soft, fluffy pillows. You ran a hand through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp, just like he always enjoyed and he practically keened into your touch, “I love you, sunshine.”

“I love you so much,” you whispered back to him, “you are everything, my prince, and deserve the world. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I have done a lot of things in my life, some good, some great, and terrible,” he mused as you watched him closely, tracing a finger over his features before stopping at his lips, “but the best, by far, is getting to call you my wife.”

“Oberyn,” your heart felt warm, like it was about to burst with butterflies, “you are a poet in every sense of the word, but you mustn’t flatter me. I’m already your wife.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true, sunshine,” he reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles, “you have me - heart and soul.”

“As you have me,” you promised him, “always and forever - my moon and stars.”

“Sunshine-”

“For once in your life, Oberyn Martell, please be quiet and let me take care of you - let me love you,” you quickly silenced him with a kiss, swallowing up any words he had, “lay back and relax and be a good boy.”

"And who am I to oppose my wife - my queen?" he crossed his arms and tucked them behind his head as he watched you with a grin, "as you wish, sunshine."

"Firstly," your hands went to the singular button holding together his robe and unfastened it before traveling to his shoulders as you started to push it off. He sat up for a moment to help you, and soon the orange cloth was in a pile on the floor, "you were wearing too many clothes. This is much better."

Swinging a leg over his hip, you effortlessly straddled his waist, causing him to a small, pleasured sound of surprise. You took one of each of his hands in yours before bringing them to your lips and kissing each palm in turn. When you were done, you settled them on your waist as you pulled off your sheer top, leaving you as bare as him.

His grip on your waist sent sparks throughout your whole body, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch.

Leaning down, you kissed him softly, gently, starting at his lips before trailing kisses along his jaw and down his glorious neck.

"I love you so much," you whispered against his golden skin, kissing along shoulders and collarbones, making sure every part of his torso received some love. You traced along each silvery scar and mark, every freckle and sunspot, before bestowing them with a kiss. You loved every part of him - every last little bit - and you wanted him to know that.

"Sunshine…" he whispered in your ear as you nuzzled against him, his own hands finding your backside and giving it a good squeeze. You moaned lightly, wiggling your own hips against his, as you felt his hardness against your already wet folds.

"Shhh," you raked your nails along the expanse of his broad chest, "let me love you - fully and completely."

He didn't argue further or so much as make a sound as you kissed down chest and stomach, stopping only when you got to the waistband of his trousers. Taking a moment to kiss his hips, you swiftly pulled down the trousers and let them join the pile on the floor. It was a quick job for you as you pulled down your own sheer bottoms and sent them spilling off the bed.

You could feel his warm, gentle gaze take you in and admire your form - it was nothing to make you feel self conscious or uncomfortable, but a look of reverence and adoration.

"You are so beautiful," his voice was gentle as his hands skimmed your sides, leaving fire in their wake, "perfection, more so than any god."

"Gold and honey drop from your mouth my prince," you reached for his hard, weeping cock, running it through your folds before slowly sinking down on him. No matter how many times you'd had him, he still managed to stretch you deliciously, "Oberyn."

"You are so perfect," he whispered as you laid against him, wanting to feel as much of his skin on yours as possible, "feel so perfect."

"Mhmm," you murmured as kissed his back and he wrapped his arms around your waist. He slowly rocked into you, matching the languid movement of your hips as he had you.

You liked evenings like this, when it was only you and Oberyn, and the world ceased to exist, even if only for a little bit. There was no rush, no urgency to get anywhere, and it was easy to get lost in the pleasure of him - every touch, every feel, every sound.

Your lips barely parted as you made love, swallowing up each other’s moans as your hands roamed the expanse of your bodies. You were quite sure you could feel the love radiating from him and onto you as he smiled against your lips.

"I've got you, Sunshine," he whispered as he peppered the side of your head in gentle kisses when he left your walls start to clench around him, "you can let go."

His name left your lips in a breathy whisper as you closed your eyes and buried your face into the juncture of his neck and shoulders. The tight coil in your belly snapped and that familiar wash of warmth flooded your veins as your release washed over you.

His own was close behind as he spelled inside of you, coating your walls with his warm release as a moan of pleasure reached your ears. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, as he held you close and worked you both through your highs. There was no better feeling than being wrapped up in his arms, and if you could choose to never leave them, it would have been an easy decision.

"Gods, I love you so much," you pulled back and beamed at him, nuzzling your nose with his before kissing again. He nodded in agreement before you slid off and laid on next to him.

"I love you," he pulled back the plush blankets and ushered you under them, following closely behind as he pulled you into his arms, "more than you will ever know."

"My sweet prince," you snuggled into his chest, resting your head just above his heart and letting the steady beat lull you to sleep, "I love you too. Rest now - everything else can wait."

"You are everything," he promised with a toss to the top of your head as he closed his eyes, "my Sunshine."

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z3llous · 3 years

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Would You Still Love me?

(FTM Reader x Sanji)

Warning: Transphobia. It's gonna get sad before it gets happy, so don’t read if you aren't in the mental state for that.

(Also it starts with she/her pronouns for a reason, just wait and see ok? Don’t worry it’ll get there.)

(Aug 16, 2020)

He was her closest and most trusted friend. They did everything and went everywhere together, but not today.

Women were what he loved, y/n was a woman, and y/n loved him. So what was the problem? As much as she loved him, she wasn't sure he loved her in the same way. Her love was unconditional, but was his?

The path trailed off into a darker more mysterious part of town.

He seemed to "love" all women, but what about her specifically? Was it simply adoration? Would he truly love her if she asked him to, or would he continue to "love" the others as well?

Wandering aimlessly and alone was the plan of the day. It was all in hope of somehow easing the weight of her heavy heart.

She would love him even if he wasn't a him. Regardless of gender Sanji was her everything. Gender meant little to her as long as Sanji was Sanji, but what about him? Would he still care about her if she wasn't a woman anymore?

A dark eerie shop came into view ahead to her left. It somehow gave her a warm welcoming feeling that flooded her lonely soul and begged for a visitor.

Wasn't the person more important than the gender?

As she grew closer she noticed the witch symbol that marked all magic shops.

The thoughts that plagued her mind and heart relentlessly, became lighter as she turned the bone handle and opened the door.

"May I help you?" A sweet fairly young looking witch asked kindly.

Incense filled the small shop with its pleasant aroma bringing some comfort to her weary mind.

"I don't need help at the moment. Would it be a bother if I asked questions about some of the things you're selling?" y/n said politely, eyes trailing across the shelves.

"Not at all, dear. Look around, ask all you like." She answered happily twirling a strand of her soft teal hair.

"Thank you." y/n said before walking around in search of something that might be of use.

The bay leaves caught her eye, since she'd watched Sanji use them in soups before. Unfortunately, the thought of Sanji wasn't welcome at the moment. Her expression unknowingly dropped.

"I'm sorry to pry, but are you alright miss? No one else is here and I won't judge you, dear." The kind witch asked noticing the poor girl's change in mood.

"I- No, I'm not alright..." y/n answered truthfully, since there was no use in hiding it. Her heart couldn't bear to lie to such a kind woman.

"Well what's the matter, dear?" Curiosity and concern filling the witch's voice and face. She knew from experience how harmful holding in emotions could be.

"Well, there's this man I love, but he adores women in general. I'm not sure, even if he truly loved me, that it would be the same way in which I love him. I love him for him, not because he's a man. Would he still care about me if I wasn't a woman?" Y/n admitted feeling relieved that she'd finally said her worries aloud.

"Ah, your worries are deep and valid, dear. It's understandable that you'd feel that way. Would you mind if I read you? Take a closer look at your soul." The teal witch said looking wise beyond her years. She'd thought similarly when she met her wife and soulmate. One often searches deeply inside themselves and the other when soulmates are involved.

"Why not? I'm always open to learn a bit about myself. " She said walking over.

A teal lock of wavy hair dropped from the witch's hand as she released it and held out her palm calmly.

Y/n placed her hand into hers and waited. The witch examined her hands, eyes, and face with her experienced gold eyes.

"I'm certain this isn't your first life. You've been both man and woman in your previous lives." The witch said confidently and patted y/n's hand softly to reassure her.

"That doesn't surprise me..." y/n stated, eyes drifting to the floor.

"You've known it for awhile, hun. Well, I do have something. I wouldn't normally bring it out, but since it fits your situation. So, I'll make an exception." She said pulling out a purple potion with blue flecks swirling about inside in a whirlpool like manner.

The sight of such a thing mesmerized her eyes with its lustrous hypnotic swirl.

"It changes one from female to male. The only way to reverse it is to ingest a male to female potion. Make sure to take it before you climb into bed, because it has sleep inducing qualities." The witch continued as she carefully poured some into a small shot glass sized bottle, sealed it, and marked it with the male symbol, before placing it onto the counter in front of y/n.

"Thank you, so much." y/n said paying her and placing it carefully into her bag.

"Not a problem, dear. Would you like the other one as well? Some grow to miss their old body within a week." The witch said pulling out a red glittering potion.

"....Just in case, yes." She said after a moment of thought. The sweet witch had experience with these things after all.

"Alright, dear." She said cheerfully as she poured another small bottle and marked it with the female symbol. Excited for the poor thing to settle the turmoil that resided within her.

"I can't thank you enough!" y/n exclaimed paying for that one too and putting it into her bag as well.

"I wish the greatest of blessings upon you, dear! I hope that man sees you for you!" The Teal witch happily waved as she watched the girl leave.

---

Robin was the only one who knew of what she was going to do. Robin never failed to keep a secret for her and she certainly wasn't about change that.

Once night had arrived she waltzed into the safety of her own room. Sliding under the cool sheets she couldn't help but fantasize of the best possible outcome. Excitement filled her system and she drank the surprisingly sweet potion. A pleasant feeling swept through her that was soon followed by drowsiness and so she slipped away into unconsciousness.

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hє pínnєd ѕαnjí αgαínѕt α wαll αnd ѕlíd híѕ hαndѕ íntσ thє вlσndє'ѕ hαír. hє вєgαn tσ pull hím clσѕє fσr α kíѕѕ-

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He squinted his eyes from the glaring ray of sun light that peeked past the curtain. Suddenly remembering he raced to the mirror. Amazing, the potion had worked so well. It would take a bit to get used to, but they already had some previously oversized clothes that fit nicely.

Robin, expecting it, casually greeted them as though nothing had changed.

"Morning, Y/n." Robin said as he walked out and sat next to her for their usual morning reading session.

"WAIT Y/N???" Ussop yelled confusedly, nearly dropping the project he was working on.

"Yes, Ussop?" y/n asked normally, turning toward him as he lowered his book.

"WHAT HAPPENED???" he yelled again.

"Oh, I bought a potion from a nice witch lady." Y/n answered casually going back to his book.

"That sounds SUUUUPERRR!" Franky yelled popping into the conversation for a moment.

"Thank you, Franky, it is." Y/n said with a smile.

"Did it hurt?" Chopper asked peaking around the corner, since he was playing hide and seek with Luffy.

"Not at all, it tasted sweet and made me sleepy." Y/n answered calmly as he turned a page.

"I wanna meet the nice witch lady!" Luffy exclaimed as he fell out of an orange tree.

"STAY OUT OF MY ORANGE TREES!" Nami yelled as she ran over and grabbed all the oranges that fell before Luffy could get them.

"I don't think the nice witch lady would appreciate you running all over her shop, Luffy." Y/n said amused, turning another page.

"Aaaaaw no fair!" Luffy whined as he rubbed the new bump on his head.

"Nami-swaaan! Robin-chwaaan! Y/n- Who are you?" Sanji said walking out of the kitchen with a morning snack only to be surprised by a familiar, yet new face.

"A nice witch lady gave y/n a potion!" Chopper said with adorable enthusiasm.

Sanji just froze with a blank stare, Chopper panicked, and Luffy started poking Sanji.

Suddenly it clicked and Sanji quickly placed down the snacks on a nearby table and sped off to the kitchen.

===[edited^]=== ---

Sanji didn't talk to y/n much all day. He seemed... distant.

Evening came around and everyone was having fun on the beach. Robin was comfortably reading a book and laying on a beach towel beneath an umbrella, Nami yelling at Luffy, and the others were messing around with crabs.

"Sanji! Mind if I help?" Y/n walked up happily offering to help him cook the crabs like he always did.

Looking away Sanji held out a ready to be cooked crab and said nothing the entire time. The silence began to bother y/n a little bit.

"Are you alright?" He asked Sanji quietly to avoid drawing attention.

".....why?" Sanji asked looking down.

"Why what?" Y/n said confusedly.

"Why did you take the potion? I- never mind..." He said refusing to look up.

"What? What is it?" y/n stared at him.

"It's nothing." Sanji said glancing at him for second and turning away.

"It clearly isn't nothing."

"I-..."

"I what?!"

"You were better before this!"

"I can't BELIEVE you!" y/n yelled standing up and running off.

Sanji angrily focused on the crab and Luffy looked up at with a frown.

Luffy walked off after y/n.

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Sobbing echoed from the cave as Luffy walked closer. His frown dropped further when he saw y/n curled in a weeping ball. He sat next to him and gently placed his hat onto his head.

Y/n calmed down a bit and leaned against him before he began to talk.

"Luffy, Sanji doesn't like me for who I am. I love him with everything I am. Why can't he just love me. Does it matter if I'm a woman or not? I want my best friend back. I'm still the same y/n aren't I?" y/n began to cry again.

Luffy looked down quietly for a moment.

"Y/n is y/n no matter what. He's wrong for being upset with you. You'll always be our y/n." Luffy said as he turned to him and smiled.

Y/n hugged Luffy tightly.

"Thank you...thank you so much, Luffy." He said slowly letting go, giving Luffy his hat back as well as a teary eyed smile.

They got up and walked into town, since Luffy agreed to let them stay the night in an inn. He gave Luffy a piece of paper with his room number and the symbol of the inn drawn on it in case they needed to find him. Y/n hugged Luffy once more before he headed back to the rest of the crew.

---

The had nearly set by the time Luffy returned.

"Luffy? Where's y/n?" Ussop and Nami asked when they noticed that he had returned alone.

"In town." he answered with a rare frown.

"What???! Why?!" Both of them yelled confused.

"He isn't coming back tonight." He said turning to Sanji, who was staring at the sand with his hair covering both his eyes.

Everyone turned to Sanji. They all heard what he said to y/n.

"Apologize to y/n." Luffy demanded looking at Sanji seriously.

"I agree. You weren't exactly pleasant to y/n today." Zoro said getting up and standing next to Luffy.

"Cruel more like it." Ussop stated glaring over his shoulder from where he sat.

"...Yeah." Chopper sadly mumbled next to Ussop.

"Captain's right." Robin said not looking up from her book.

"Not Suuuperrr." Franky said lacking passion.

"Horrible..." Nami whispered.

Luffy walked closer and held out the paper in front of Sanji.

"Go find him and apologize. He'll forgive you." Luffy said pushing the paper against him.

Sanji slowly stood up and grabbed the paper. He finally looked up with a hurt expression.

"Are you sure?" Sanji painfully asked holding in tears and gripping the paper.

"He's your best friend isn't he?" Luffy answered placing a hand onto his shoulder.

Sanji nodded.

"Then go." Luffy said smiling.

Immediately Sanji rushed towards town.

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He desperately looked for the Symbol. One path to another, alley after alley, turn after turn, he was beginning to think he'd loose his precious friend.

Who am I kidding. He's not just my best friend. He's also my love. I was just confused by the change in gender. My feelings never left and I got frustrated and took it out on him. It doesn't matter, y/n is y/n. I need to see him. I have to. I can't loose him.

As he ran around the corner hope rushed back into him at the sight of the inn.

He quickly apologized to poor man at the desk for bothering him at such a late hour. He scoured the place for the number that marked the room of his love.

"13..." he whispered at the sight of it.

Softly he knocked on the door. Anxiety crawled up his back as his worst fear arose from the depths of his mind.

What if he doesn't forgive me? I'll never forgive myself if he leaves because of me.

The door opened and wild disheveled y/n appeared. They looked at him for a second... and closed the door.

He knocked again.

"Please, y/n. Please talk to me. At least listen." He pleaded.

The door opened again and Sanji walked in. Y/n closed the door behind him and turned towards Sanji silently.

Remorse and longing filled his heart from just seeing him. Sanji couldn't help but quickly pull y/n into a needy hug.

Tears soaked into y/n's shirt as he pulled him in as close as possible.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I was frustrated with my own feelings and took it out on you. I was wrong. I was so wrong. I'm sorry. Please don't leave. Please, I love you. Don't leave me. You're my best friend and my love. Don't leave." His tears escaped rapidly and his breath grew unsteady.

His shaky hands grasped y/n's shirt.

Y/n wrapped his arms around Sanji and leaned into him. Tears began to escape from him as well.

"I forgive you. I'm sorry I yelled. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me. I understand. I love you too and I'm not going anywhere. It's gonna be alright. C'mon, you can stay here with me tonight." Y/n whispered and gently led him to the bed.

Taking off his shoes and vest Sanji crawled under the sheets. Y/n turned the light off and crawled in too.

He pulled Sanji in close so his head rest upon his chest and began to run his hands through the messy blonde hair.

"Shhhhh, rest easy, my precious Prince." y/n whispered softly kissing his forehead.

"I will, my love." Sanji tiredly answered nuzzling further into his chest and placing a soft kiss onto his collar bone.

They slept better than ever before that night.

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uncensored-steve-the-platypus · 3 years

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Monopoly

Steve Rogers x Reader one-shot

Word count: 921

Warnings: explicit language, oral (m receiving), explicit sex, Steve has a daddy kink

Based on some RP with @rogersanon (used with permission)

Not beta-read so all mistakes are my own!!

18+ ONLY!

“Steve, I’m bored!” You whine as rain pounds the windows of your apartment. “What should we do?”

He sits there with his hands behind his head, thinking. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Got any ideas?”

You think to yourself for a moment. “What if we played Monopoly?”

“Sure! I remember playing it in the ‘40s. Can’t say I remember how to play it, though.” He rummages through one of the hall closets and finds a very old Monopoly game.

You take it from him and set it up on the floor in the living room. You toss him the rule book. “Read up and refresh your memory, Captain.” He looks at you and shakes his head, smiling as he picks up the book and flips through it quickly. You sit cross-legged from each other on opposite sides of the board.

After a few turns, you land on a Chance space and pick up the “Go to Jail” card. You pout, holding it up for Steve to see, before placing your token in jail. After your second attempt at rolling doubles to get out of jail, you chuckle and ask, “Do you think you could bail me out, honey?”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Is that something I can do?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. I just thought I’d get your reaction.” You pause for a second, smiling slyly. “Conjugal visit?” He freezes for a second. You slide the dice towards him. “Take your turn.”

“Now wait just a minute! That’s not a bad idea, and we should explore all our options,” Steve sets the dice down, shifting in his spot on the floor.

“Well, I don’t think that’s in the rules, and I’m not sure--”

“The rules are overrated,” he interrupts, his voice noticeably deeper.

You pretend not to notice, nudging the dice again. “You… gonna take your turn, or?”

He smiles at you. “Sorry honey, got distracted. You mentioned a conjugal visit and it got me… excited.” He shifts again, his pants getting noticeably tighter.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that then,” you say with a chuckle. “Unless that’s exactly what you want.”

“We’re not talking about the game anymore, are we, doll?” he asks you.

You shake your head as you crawl over to his side of the board. You kiss him and climb into his lap. “Hi there, doll,” Steve says with a smile. You smile back and mumble “Hi daddy.”

He grips your ass as you drape your arms over his shoulders. You trail your fingers up and down his arms. He kisses you, slowly at first, but the kisses slowly grow more passionate. As Steve starts kissing down your neck, he mumbles, “This is much better than the board game.” You nod in agreement and start leaving sloppy kisses on his neck and shoulders before removing your shirt.

He pauses to graze his eyes over your body. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbles as you move to remove his shirt.

You trail kisses down his jaw to his chest and stomach, smiling as you unbutton his jeans and pull his pants down, freeing his erection from his pants. You crawl backwards to position your face between Steve’s legs. “Wanna taste you, Daddy,” you whimper. He grunts and nods at you, the sight of you making him even harder. After teasing his tip, already weeping with pre-cum, you lick along one of the veins of his shaft. Steve moans, “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so good to me…” You hum and take him into your mouth as far as you can, using your hand to stroke the base of his shaft. You moan onto him as he twitches in your mouth. He threads his fingers into your hair and tugs, praising you. “Such a good girl.” You slowly take him out of your mouth, making an obscene popping sound at the tip. He whimpers at the loss of your warm mouth on his cock. “I want you inside me, daddy,” you whisper.

“I don’t think you’re ready yet, honey,” Steve replies, shaking his head.

“I am!” you whine. “I’m so wet.”

“Prove it, kitten. Come show daddy how wet you are.”

Taking your pants off, you kneel in front of him to show your glistening pussy. “Oh, honey,” Steve coos. “This all for me?” He swipes a finger over you, collecting some of your arousal and sucking it off of his finger. “You taste incredible. Spread your legs so daddy can see what’s his.” You sit on the floor, spreading your legs for your Captain. “You’re so perfect,” he praises as he cages you underneath him on the floor.

He slowly eases himself into you until he bottoms out. You squirm underneath him. “Fuck daddy. Feels so good,” you moan.

He starts building a rhythm, and you dig your nails into his back. “Yes, baby. Scratch me up,” he moans. He moves his hand to flick your clit as he pumps in and out of you.

“Daddy…” you moan. “I’m getting close.”

Steve kisses underneath your earlobe. “Okay. Cum for me. Wanna watch you fall apart.”

His words are just enough to send you over the edge and your thighs tremble as you reach your climax. His hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own high. He gently sinks his teeth into your neck as he paints your walls.

He pulls out of you and lays on the floor. “Much more exciting than a board game,” he sighs, pulling you in for a tender kiss.

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confused-as-all-hell · 3 years

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Nina Zenik's trade was love.

Her lips were the colour of teenage breakups, her eyelids dusted dreamy gold. Her kisses tasted like melting chocolate, and the touch of her bare hands was wildfire, burning, destruction. Within a cage of ribbon and bone, her heart wept for quiet.

Her smile could have set the world aflame.

Nina had ridden desire until her body gave out, had slept with infatuation in her bed, had risen to the prying hands of lust. She had never known gentle touches or warm butterfly lips; men and women both saw her body, saw an opportunity, a conquest.

She loved, my god, she loved.

But nobody had ever loved her.

Some tried; they took her to quaint little cafes and pretty sparkling monuments, but her laugh was too bright, her grin too wide, she was too much to be managed.

Her friends did their best to cheer her, and their kindness was often her lifeline, but Inej’s comforting hand never struck out, and Kaz’s vicious mind never bent towards anything but his studies, and Jesper was too busy with his boyfriend for more than a friendly hello.

Nina had never expected them to wage her wars, but some little, nagging part of her mind longed to be fought for.

So when she met Matthias Helvar, she hated him.

He was gentle, kind, waited on her opinion, halted before kissing her fingertips. His warmth, she thought with breathtaking terror, was just a ruse.

No person on the entire fucking Earth could romantically love her.

She knew that her giggles were just too raucous, and her body too curved, and her wit could have cleaved the moon. She knew she was too much, and she knew she wasn't enough.

When she was studying, when she was jesting, when she was laying on top of Matthias' broad frame, the vines crept in.

When she heard him sneer at a young woman, when she heard him degrade her, their, rights, those tangling vines nearly fucking strangled her.

For the first time in her life, Nina fell silent. The stars spun before her eyes. The ocean was in her ears. The hatred and bewilderment clouded her lungs.

When she mentioned it to Kaz, he only frowned. "Helvar isn't known for his humanity," he said fairly.

Nina didn’t shake. She didn’t sob. She didn’t bury her face in her hands and weep.

She was still Nina Zenik, and she would not lose her heart over a hateful boy.

She only turned to Kaz, seated at her desk, and Inej, cross-legged on the bed, and Jesper, sprawled on the floor.

And Nina did what she had forsworn eight years ago.

She begged.

They were good to her, her friends.

They worked quietly and quickly, abandoning their piles of homework to soothe her furious heart, ditching their responsibilities for her anger.

It was their love she clung to when red flashed before her eyes.

Yes, she cared for Matthias, more than she ever wanted to admit.

But she was proud to be a female, and prouder still to be a feminist. She refused to dissolve her values for a few hours of sex.

They worked through the dregs of night, and when the first wisps of sunlight spun around the stars, Nina at last sat back.

Later that day, Matthias Helvar was expelled.

She had been staring at his back during one of their lectures, silent silent silent, as Inej squeezed her hand tight.

When the announcement came, all she felt was a bitter surge of terror.

The look on his face, the misery and humiliation and awful bewilderment, it would fucking haunt Nina forever.

He turned to her, eyes full of hope. "I was with you that day," he said softly. "You know I didn't."

Matthias, bold and kind and gentle, the god of burnished gold, a saviour like none she had ever known. His kisses tasted of salvation, his laugh sounded of redemption.

And fuck if the pain on his face didn't break her damn heart.

I'm wrong I'm wrong I'm wrong.

For just a second, Nina wondered if she had acted too harshly. But the image of the girl, sobbing into into her hands, screaming she was worthless and awful and didn’t deserve to be called human….

“I am so sorry, Matthias,” Nina said softly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Months later, Nina still dreamt about the hopeless look in his eyes, the way he would pick her up and kiss her neck, how his kindness was her tether.

Did she love him?

Yes.

She loved him, simply, bitterly, indomitably.

It felt like dying.

It felt like waking up in the middle of the night, heart hammering, and trying to shift the veil of sleep from your gaze because something's wrong, something's out of place, and fuck if it isn't a boy with pretty blue eyes.

It felt like searching for your oblivion in someone else's body, and their hands are too wide, and their breath too rough, and the fury that lights your bones aflame is too fucking much.

Nina was no stranger to heartbreak. Many, many boys had shattered her courage, her wit, her pride; she had built it up again, a fortress of red silk and crimson anger.

But to break someone else's heart, to dream of a guileless laugh like rumbling thunder, to think of his coffee order whenever Inej asked her what she wanted for breakfast, it was nearly too much to bear.

She tried to heal herself.

She tried changing her perfume and restyling her hair, tried shedding the skin of a rash, reckless woman, and dressed in the suitable tones of a graceful lady.

But a quiet life did not suit Nina Zenik.

The roar in her head could have broken queens. The hum of adventure in her veins moaned for one more taste. The tide of kindly words and gentle smiles were unfamiliar in her mouth.

Her friends always did their best to extend a hand, and it was due to Kaz's ability to hack the school website that her grades remained polished. It was thanks to Inej's quiet that Nina could breathe for just a bare second. It was put down to Jesper's raucous laugh that she clung to life.

How stupid, she told herself, to cry over a boy.

But she knew there was no shame in crying over a boy. It was natural to mourn a relationship, a missed opportunity, and it didn't make her less.

What she really meant was: How stupid, to cry over an awful person.

Was Matthias awful?

That remark, that stupidly bitter remark, was terrible, yes. But she in her indomitable fury had reacted so harshly.

Worse men than twenty-three-year-old Matthias Helvar had learned better. Couldn't he?

For a second, hope lifted her heart on the wind.

The very next morning, she hurried out to the center where Matthias was doing his penance, and she begged to speak with him.

When he stalked out, tall and breathtakingly handsome, aurete hair brushed back and glacier eyes gentle... fuck if she didn't lose her damned mind.

"Nina," he whispered, so softly, as if her name was his salvation. As if they were back in the safety of her bedroom, bare among the silk sheets, limbs intertwined as he gasped for her to keep going, not to stop.

"Hello," she said shakily.

"Nina, my love," he said again, his words heavy with sorrow. “My sweet garden flower.”

Her joy rose like a crashing wave, and for just one second, it felt like she might conquer the entire fucking world.

"Matthias," she said, her voice strangely airless.

He rushed towards her, fingers reaching, and she dared to close her eyes. His calloused palms brushed against her bare throat.

"My darling," he murmured into the hollow of her ear. "Oh, Nina, why would you come here tonight?"

"Am I unwelcome?"

He laughed, but it was injected with something akin to misery. "You were always welcome, Nina. I never turned you away from my door. My bed was yours. My hands, yours. The key to my dorms hung around this pretty neck. When have I ever denied you houseroom?"

"I thought you might hate me," she admitted, still trembling. The idea seemed ridiculous now.

"Hate you?" Matthias echoed, thumb grazing her pulse point, pressing down gently. "My fucking god, Nina, I have detested you since the very moment you said my name in that damned lecture hall."

Her heart stuttered.

"Every aspect of your pretty fucking face," he whispered, still soft as if he was kneeling for his confessional, "reviles me. Your laugh, your grin, those little melodies even the birds cannot mirror. The way you write your birthday cards. The way you sat by while I was convicted for a crime I did not commit."

He kissed the corner of her mouth, light as a butterfly's wings. "Oh, my darling, but you knew. Was I so terrible to you? Did I not sing you to sleep and hold your hand and bring your spring blossoms?"

She tried to croak his name, but he ghosted a finger across her lips.

"I loved you, Nina Zenik," he said. "I love you still. But send me to fucking hell if I wouldn't drive a blade through your heart." He pressed his mouth to her own again, so delicate, so careful. "I thought you cared for me."

But Nina was beyond responses. She was dashed on the rocks, laying on the stretcher, amid the ashes of her ancestors.

"No?" said Matthias gently. "Very well, my sweet love. Go to your grave in my arms, as I went to heaven in yours."

His fingers brushed her lips, grazed the swell of her breasts, closed around her throat.

When Nina woke the next morning, it was to her own unmade bed. Her neck was so swollen, peppered in bruises and markings in the shape of broad fingertips. She could barely speak.

She didn't know if she would have, even if given the choice.

The words within her, the lovely ebb and flow of their comfort, had washed away with the tide at last.

Within a few days, the markings on her skin had nearly been scrubbed away, and the gasping pressure of her larynx had eased up enough for her to cry.

She felt like an untethered ship, bound for no shore, alone on the ocean with no hope of salvation. No matter how loud her desperate screams, there was no lighthouse beacon shining through the storm, no gentle arms to welcome her home.

Her tears fell like raindrops, pattering into her morning tea and onto the silk of her pillows, rolling down her face and staining her clothes with salt.

Inej tried to soothe the grief, and her grace was often enough to hold the hurricane at bay. She slept in Nina's bed, hands outstretched as if beseeching forgotten gods, the set of her delicate face troubled.

Kaz worked hard to keep her grades high, and he seemed to take her desk as his own, working there until the latest hours of night whenever Inej ran late. He was always there, irate and dry perhaps, but there.

Jesper, newly engaged to bright-as-the-stars Wylan Van Eck, could be counted on for mindless chatter and familiar jests.

It helped, of course it did.

But nothing filled the hole in her armor, the pride Matthias had so aptly destroyed.

Some people had thought of Nina's rage as a monster, a beast slithering through the night, a serpent prone to striking first and thinking later.

But she had loved that fury, loved her pride. It gifted her a defense against sneers and remarks and hatred. It had given a little girl with happy eyes a purpose, eighteen years ago.

Nina blazed like fire, lovely and breathtaking, but so many forgot that her flames were not just pretty. They were scalding, awful, burning hot to the touch.

And she had been fucking stupid enough to think Matthias could withstand the inferno.

It was ten months before she saw him again.

Nina was leaning over the counter at a little cafe, doing her best to remember her friends' orders, touching her fingers one by one.

A laugh, like the demanding rumble of a hurricane, crested over the cafe.

Her heart fucking stopped.

Matthias was seated at a rickety table, arms tucked behind his head. He was grinning at a boy seated across from him, one of the number who had snickered at his remark over that weeping girl, all that time ago.

He glanced to the side, laughter on his soft rosy lips, and caught glimpse of her.

It was too late to smooth her straight dark hair, or wish she had worn a ball gown instead of ripped jeans and one of Jesper's T-shirts.

It was far too late to do anything but stroll up to his table and lean across the wood.

"Aerts," she said with a click of her tongue, indicating the other boy. "Darling, and I thought your sad little gang provided good company?"

"No complaints," Aerts said with a roguish smile. "You look pretty enough to whine in my ear, though, Zenik. You fancy a tumble?"

There was a shuffle, and a loud thud, as if Matthias had swung his foot into Aerts' shin.

"Fuck off," Matthias said jerkily to her.

"I'd much rather get off," Nina said dispassionately.

His ears turned red. "You've grown more petulant than ever."

"You didn't mind my whining," she said airily.

A hand flashed in the air; Kaz, waving her over impatiently.

Nina waved to signal her understanding before turning back to the boys. "How about it, Helvar? For the sake of nostalgia. I'm going home with somebody tonight, might as well be you."

Aerts didn't seem offended she'd turned him down. On the contrary, he grinned shiftily at his friend. "Go on. It'll be fun."

They barely made it to an alleyway before Matthias was kissing her.

The sex was quick and rough and furious, bruised lips and roaming hands, gasping moans and clever fingers. It was Nina with her head thrown back against the wall, eyes fluttering like the wings of a dove. It was Matthias bent down over her, whispering I hate you I hate you I hate you as though the words were his litany.

When he knelt before her, the sun was in his skin, his hair, the brush of his tongue.

And suddenly they were in their first year again, learning to love and lose and grieve and gift.

He bought earrings shaped like little stars for her because he had seen the way her eyes lit up.

She left a bouquet of white lilies on his bed because he had once mentioned they were his favourite.

He kissed the curves of her body because he had seen the disgust which others regarded them with.

She let him cry on her shoulder the anniversary of his sister's death because it hurt it hurt it hurt.

But just like in their first year, they parted.

He would always be the boy with some semblance of poison in his heart.

She would always be the girl who was simply too much for anyone to love.

And if they met, again and again, in thrift shops and opulent restaurants and beaches and nightclubs, they could pretend it away. They could smile, wave, sleep at night with the memory of a sweet laugh ringing in their ears.

Maybe one day, another day, a kinder day, they met again.

Maybe this time, Nina would ask him to heal the hatred in his blood.

Maybe this time, Matthias would tell her why he had hurt that girl.

Maybe they would love each other anew, a spring blossom eager to flower again, an old oak tree strong enough to outwait the storm.

But for now, the blossom will wither and die every winter, and the tree will go gently to the hurricane.

For now, it is Matthias, the king of ice, Nina, the queen of fire.

For now, love is simply not enough.

#nina zenik #six of crows #matthias helvar #crooked kingdom #king of scars #rule of wolves #anyways i put this in someone's inbox but thought i would share anyways #here #sorry if it sucks #im so fuckin tired

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witchersgoldenbard · 2 years

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id love to read every wip on that list but lotr wip is calling me. pls

was gonna ask about light13wip cuz i read all of it again last night (i thought hmm what could help with this aching within and went and read it all and it helped) but i dont think im strong enough to read just a bit of it and then carry on with my life hehe <33

khfsjkdf nonnie you... you read it all again last night? that's.. my darling, that is 60k. are. are you okay? oh my god? i cuddle and smooch you on the forehead. but for that, i am going to be nice and mean and give you more jaskier&ciri comfort. (and also because someone else asked for lotr au so :3)

Light ch13, beginning. in which they both get to cry

Jaskier holds her, his hand flying to her hair and stroking her gently, shushing her but not to keep her quiet, only to keep her calm. To remind her he’s there. He will always be there, as long as she needs him. He’s crying, too, though he’s not sure why. Maybe it’s the pain she’s been holding in for too long, strong enough to make the whole Continent weep with sympathy. Maybe it’s the relief of getting to hold her again, getting to comfort her again after he was so scared that he had fucked up and abandoned her unwittingly. “I’ve got you,” he whispers repeatedly. “You’ve got this, Cirilla, and I’ve got you. I promise. I promise the world won’t end. I’ve got you.” Her sobs echo through the halls and he has no doubt that the witchers and Yennefer can hear her. He hopes that their worry doesn’t weigh heavier than their relief. Witchers and sorceresses aren’t prone to such displays of emotion, and Jaskier isn’t sure if they know that sometimes you have to cry and let your tears wash away the dirt of the world for everything to look brighter again. All he can do is hold his crying princess and hope that no one will come running to demand what is going on. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he tells her again, apologising to the princess and to himself. “I should have been here, but I had to hide for a while. I’m sorry, my darling. I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head against him, but when a sob wrecks through his chest, she pulls back. Not far, only to look him in the eyes. Oh, what a sight they must be making right now. The princess and her bard sitting on the cold, dusty floor of a witcher keep that is falling apart, their eyes red-rimmed and their hands clenched into fists by each other’s hearts. Cirilla looks at him and lets go of his linen shirt, threadbare now where she had been tugging on it. Her hand comes up to his cheek and she wipes at his tears, much like she had a few nights ago when she already found him a wreck in his own bed. Gods, he really should have been more careful with his own mind there and spared the girl some worries. But still she is here, wipes his tears from his cheek and meets his eyes. Shakes her head. And it takes Jaskier a moment to realise that what she is telling him is, no. No, you shouldn’t have been here. No, you get to hide. No, don’t be sorry. Jaskier clenches his jaw against the onslaught of words that want to bubble out of him right now, and he swallows until what leaves his mouth is nothing more than a whispered, “Thank you.” She smiles. It’s barely there, merely a quirk to her lips, but Cirilla’s smiles have always been more about her eyes and the light that Jaskier can see in them even now, even here on the floor, even after everything that happened in the past few days. This girl really is the strongest person he knows. In a keep full of witchers and a sorceress, full of the strongest and most powerful people on the Continent. And here she is, crying, smiling, hiding, and so alive.

sorry nonnie, don't hate me. ily.

#tell me about the light behind my eyes #geraskier #the witcher #jaskier #ciri #cirilla #nat rambles #wip game #sorry nonnie jkshfsk but at least it is soft i guess?? i am also soft for you reading it all again ksjdfhs 💛#this is also unedited and repetitive but so is everything here so we just have to live with that

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Lovely Shade of Green

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend.

Words: 1.7k

Warning: Smut, oral sex, jealousy, slight daddy kink, slight dom bucky, language, 18+ Only

A/N: For @drabblewithfrannybarnes who wanted chubby!Bucky smut! Here you go darling, I hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

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You were bleary eyed, head rising and falling slowly as it rested on the soft pooch of Bucky’s belly, a hand patting your head gently. You would have fallen asleep had the bottle not landed at you. Tony was snickering, shitfaced and you wondered again why you agreed to play today.

“Truth or dare Y/n?” He asked and you mumbled truth. “Do you and tin man take it up the ass raw or are you lubing it up?”

Bucky groaned, a hand coming up to shield his eyes. He was still not comfortable talking about your sex life in the open, and certainly not with Tony. You rolled your eyes, hand hugging Bucky closer as you scoffed.

“Changed my mind, gimme a dare.”

A little spark of doubt crept in you when Nat and Tony exchanged a look. The moment a smile blossomed on Nat’s lips you knew you were fucked.

“I dare you to sit between Thor’s legs until the game ends.”

In the time it took you to understand they actually meant it, Bucky had sat up straight and pulled you up under his arm. He growled with a hand holding you to him, jaw clenched tight.

“Shut your crap trap Stark, this is not a joke.” He warned and Tony, intoxicated beyond measure just waved his worry aside.

“I’m not asking her to ride his thigh terminator, just asking her to sit between his legs. You don’t mind do you, Thor?”

Thor who was just as drunk on his Asgardian mead as Tony, giggled and shook his head.

“Come here little Y/n, I’ve got lot of flesh to keep you warm.” He bent his knees to make space for you in them and you raised your eyebrows. Your gaze shifted to your boyfriend who was glaring at Thor and Tony while Nat looked expectantly at you.

“It’s only until the game ends, come on now. Few minutes at most.” Nat urged and you hesitatingly went over to Thor who gently plopped you between his thighs. His front was brushing your back and you bit your lip, looking at Bucky who was now scowling at the floor with fists clenched. The bottle was spinning again, and you pretended to be interested in the game, your sleep deprived brain still not sure what happened.

Maybe it was finally too much, maybe it was because Tony kept looking over at you and chuckling or maybe it was because Thor placed a warm hand on your shoulder that Bucky snapped. He stood up suddenly, took the spinning bottle in his hand and smashed it on the floor right beside Tony.

“This game is fucking over, and if you utter another word from that stupid pie-hole so will you.”

Saying this he marched over to you and roughly hauled you up by your arm, walking swiftly back to the hall and your room. Drunken murmurs and cheers could be heard behind you, most clearly Sam’s who said, “I’ll take my 20 bucks now Cap, told you it won’t take more than 10 mins.”

You tried to keep up with Bucky’s long stride as he angrily dragged you to your room and all but flung you inside. You were far more awake now as you gazed into Bucky’s narrowed blue eyes, his plump cheeks red with anger you felt a nervous heat between your legs. The door was shut and locked and Bucky turned on you.

“You have been a naughty girl, cuddlebear.” He said softly and you nodded dumbly.

“Buck, it was a game.” You said and he came closer, his hands wrapping around your waist and pushing you back towards the bed.

“You should have said no, you should have left.”

You trembled as your knees met the bed, sitting down and letting Bucky peel away your t-shirt. His frown deepened as he bunched the Captain America t-shirt you had stolen from the charity event last month.

“Look at that cuddlebear, not only do you dare to sit between another man’s legs like you’re his puppy, but also wear someone else’s mark. Do you think that was a nice thing to do?” His voice was hardened with lust and jealousy and you creamed yourself when he tore the fabric in his hands and threw it away.

“No, I am sorry.” You say and Bucky tutted, flicking your chin.

“Sorry what?”

“I am sorry Daddy” You corrected, and Bucky’s lips enveloped yours, rough and soft at the same time. Your hands clutched his side, nails digging into his soft love handles as he pushed you on the bed and climbed over you. You moaned in his mouth, shimming out of your pajamas when he pulled back to breath and started stripping himself.

“You know I don’t like it when you’re in some other man’s arms, right?” He asked and you nodded. You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed him down, straddling him.

“I’m sorry Daddy, let me show you I only love you.” You breathed and Bucky’s eyes rolled when you pinched his nipples. He nodded, and you bent over him, your mouth meeting his in a messy kiss. His metal hand was cold on your back and your groaned, sucking a spot on his neck that made him shiver. Tracing the jagged scars on his left shoulder with your fingers and mouth you ground your hips on the bulge between your legs, your wetness dripping down and over his balls.

“Cuddlebear, gimme more.” Bucky begged and you hummed, sliding down to bath his body. You kissed and suckled his flesh, giving special attention to his nipples before nuzzling the chubby flesh of his belly. You dipped the tip of your wet tongue in his belly button making his arch up and smiled. One of his hands fisted your hair and pulled you, the other grabbing his weeping cock and smacking you in the face with it.

“Take it in, now. Show me your love and loyalty.”

You took his thick cock in your mouth, the corners of your mouth aching as they stretched wide to fit his girth. Your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t take, and you started bobbing your head, the bed rocking slightly as Bucky thrust softly in your mouth. As you hollowed your cheek and sucked, slowly pulling back to just graze your teeth and again going back down, your hand reached between your own legs to play with your swollen sex, your juiced coating your thighs.

Bucky’s moan spurned you on, your drool dripping over his pelvis and you moved fasted and deeper, taking him with a skill that made his thighs shudder. He was close and you could feel it, his hand in your hair tightening until almost painful and suddenly you were pulled off and rolled onto the bed and under him.

“Now cuddlebear, you are going to take me in your drenched pussy and take me hard and fast. You’re going to come around me, gush around the tool that makes you feel so so good and thank me for giving you my cum. Get it?”

You nodded, drunk on lust as your Bucky’s hand reached your wet folds and played with your entrance, rubbing the walls to loosen you. Even after months of being together, you needed to be prepared to take him in, his cock thicker and meatier than any you had had before. You felt him align himself and grabbed his face in your hands, pulling him into a deep kiss just as he pushed inside you.

Moaning into his mouth as the mix of pain and pleasure, you held him to yourself, mashing your breast to his chest. His hips snapped against yours, thrusts deep and hard as his piercing eyes kept yours prisoner.

“Who do you belong to cuddlebear?” He asked, head dipping for a moment to nip at your nipple that made your clamp on him harder.

“You daddy, only you.”

“Who do you love?” The bed was banging against the wall, the sound of his balls hitting your ass echoing in the room. Only the sheer power of his hypnotic gaze kept you grounded to reality, made you aware of nothing but him.

“I love only you daddy.” You whined, voice broken as he gave you two powerful, punishing thrusts.

“Will you ever sit on another man’s lap?”

“No daddy!” You shouted and his mouth came down on yours, hips a blur as they powered into you. You cried out, heels digging into his back and his sweaty front pressed flush to yours. Salty sweat trickled down from his hair and fell in your eyes, mixing with your tears as you babbled incoherently at the abject pleasure that sent lightning bolts shooting down your spine and right to your clit.

You spasmed around him, your warmth clutching around him in a glove of velvet heat as his voice whispered his love in your ear. He twitched inside, the warmth of him filling you until some escaped and squelched along with your own release, a breathy “Thank you daddy” leaving your mouth.

He was laying on you, his weight crushing you to the mattress and you let him be, wrapping yourself around him. Warm lips met your jaw and cheeks, continuing to press against your nose and forehead until finally, almost chastely pecking yours.

“Did I hurt you my love?” He asked softly, eyes tender and concerned. You smiled at him, the strongest and kindest man you knew.

“You can never hurt me Buck, never. I love you.”

He rolled over to the side, taking you with him and tucking you to his side. You threw a leg over his thick thighs, tracing the numerous stretch marks and battle scars that littered his body.

“I’m sorry about tonight, I didn’t mean to get angry.” He said and you giggled, booping his nose with your index finger.

“Buck, I love it when you get jealous and angry. It’s flattering, and I kinda adore it when you go caveman.” You admitted and he laughed, hugging you closer.

“Good, because I don’t like sharing. You’re my cuddlebear and I plan on keeping you.”

You peeked up at him, twirling a strand of his hair and tugging gently.

“Forever?”

His eyes, your safe place and heaven looked at you in warmth and full of promise.

“Forever.”

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@what-is-your-wish @shooting-star-love @littlegasps @sebastiansthot @its-izzys @sweeterthanthis @muralskins @stanmysoul @scentedsongrebel

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky x reader #chubby!bucky

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morgansunflower · 3 years

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That I Love You 1/2

Older!Damian Wayne X West! Reader

Warnings:explicit language, blood

Words:1535

Y/N, West is the daughter of Wally and Artemis. Damian, fights his heart to feel a ounce of love for her though fails

Being a speedster like my dad has it perks. I am one of 'the fastest person's alive'. My little twin brother Jai and I have been not only twins but best friends. We know almost every single one of the others secrets. My dad had been believed to be dead, before I was born. After we we're 5 months old he came back. Now, we live in Central City. In a 3 bedroom, two bathroom, a kitchen with a, table and a living room big enough for the four of us. I've been with the team at the hub for 9 years now. The team consists of myself, my brother, Jonathan Kent, sisters Jennifer and Anissa, my cousin Lian Harper, Arthur Jr, and Damian Wayne. Oh, Damian. We're friend's. Just friends. So why do I want more? I would die if anyone knew how I feel about him. Not even, Jai knows. At least I hope.

Damian's P. O. V

9 year anniversary of the team. A party at the hub. With previous members and current attended. I stand in the back leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. I look at, Y/N laughing with her brother. I always was fond of her smile. Her laughs warm my heart. Her kindness always brings me to a comforting place. My older adopted sister joyfully steps to me.

"you gonna keep being a creepy stalker or go talk to her" Brown said with a smile

"tt, I should have taken advantage of ridding of you when I had the chance"

"Dami, you've been threatening to kill me since the day we met. Besides she's pretty, kind enough for both of you. Plus she knows when to put you in your place, and--"

"Brown, enough" I grunted

"well I never Damian Wayne scared to talk to his oh so adorable crush" her tone mocking

"tt"

I pondered on my annoying yet I do love her, adopted sister's statement, 'Crush?' Meaning you like someone. That, word didn't even come near to how I feel for, Y/N. I didn't simply like, Y/N. My feelings for her were far deeper than that. I have a deep adoration for her. I can't seem to find any reason to allow her to be mine. She deserves far better than I can ever attempt to be. The following day. My arm extended holding my sword blocking Slade's own sword. Are swords clashed. The team and I preventing, Injustice League from causing further chaos.

"Robin, look out!" Y/N yelled

I push Slade harshly as I hear gunfire. He kneels grabbing his pistols. I swiftly three two batarangs in his pistols barrels. I turn abruptly. I see, Y/N on the ground.

"no!" I said I then say in my intercom "H/N, is down!!"

I run and hold her in my arm's. I feel my heart pounding against my chest. Her body limb everything, next to where her heart is blood pouring. I use my spy-contact's on the faraway building I see, Dead-shot! I don't have time to ruin him for hurting my love. I run using a boom-tube to the Med-bay. How could she have done that?! I didn't deserve that. I lay her on the stretcher I use my spy-contact's. Her pulse still there. Suddenly I'm being pulled back

"no! No! No! No!" I yelled

"Damian, we have to perform surgery!" I hear though I can't retain

I can't leave her. I see Diana and Barry. I look at, Y/N's unconscious body. My breathing hitches. I step out of the Med-bay. I look seeing the blood on my uniform and hands.

"where's my sister!!" Jai demanded

He grabbed my collar I move his hand away.

"she's being tended to"

"what the hell happened?!"

"Deadshot, was aiming at me. H/N, heroically let the bullet shoot through her. As I said 'their tending to her condition'"

I then see her parents

"Jai!!" Artemis exclaimed

Jai runs to them. I see Artemis hug Jai. Wally, hugs them both. I look down to her blood on my uniform. My heart racing. I'm sweating. I step away unable to stand another moment. Jai, ran in front of me grabbing my shoulder.

He whispers with rage "are you seriously thinking of leaving? After my sister took a bullet for you? The hell is wrong with you?! She deserves better than that, Damian!" his tears fell

I shove his hand away "like you said West" I step away leaving "'she deserves better'"

I use a boom-tube going to the Bat-cave. I step to the training center. I feel so enraged! I think of the blood she bled. I punch the wooden post repeatedly. I ignored the sweat pouring down my face. The pounding of my heart.

"Damian!!" I hear

Todd, grasped my fist I dagger glare at him.

"we've been yelling your name like 500 fucking times take a fucking breath, short stack" Todd said

I'm 3 inches taller than, Jason and he still insults me like he did when I was a child. I see, Grayson. I move my hand away from, Todd. I then feel the burning pain on my knuckles. I was so enraged I never noticed. My gloves torn and knuckles swollen with blood. I sigh deeply catching my breath. I step to the small medical area in the Bat-cave. I grab the cloth from the top of the shelf and clean the blood off my knuckles. I then see, my blood stains on my uniform from Y/N's blood. My heart sinks further. She has to fight through.

"you gonna explain the fuck that was about?" Todd asked enraging me

"Jay, not helping man" Grayson, looks to Todd irritated and sighed. He then looks at me "what's wrong, Little D? You don't look too good. C'mon you can talk to us"

I shake my head gently my breathing un-calmed. I step out of the Bat-cave going to my room. I walk up the stairs. I step into my room and I slammed the door shut behind me. I feel my heart heavy. I strip down and change into my boxers and sweatpants. I lazily sat on my bed. I take a shaky breath. What if I've really messed up this time? What if I lose her? I force my tears back. I already ruined my friendship with her. Could I never get the chance to beg for forgiveness. I feel my unavoidable tear fall down my face. Then it all fell to the floor beneath me. I hear footsteps among the hallway near my bedroom door. I knew it was my adopted brother. I hold my hands together with a firm grip my rage consuming me. I ignored the pain I felt within my grasped hands and the sound of my door knocking. The door cracks open then opens more. I see, Grayson out of the corner of my eye.

"tell me what's going on, kiddo. Your big bro is here to listen closely and intently"

"tt" I don't know how to tell him how I feel about, Y/N. How scared I feel.

He sits next to me I take a deep breath. He's my best friend. He touches my neck.

"c'mon you know that you can talk to me, what's wrong?" he said with a soft voice though with worry

I sigh deeply "she takes a damn bullet for me. I care about her Grayson.. The same way you care for your wife. I failed her" my voice breaking it wasn't the first time I broke in front of my brother.

I'm grateful for him. I'm in love with, Y/N. Admitting the truth is freeing. Though I broke the chance to be with her and that scares me to my core

Y/N's P. O. V

I feel a light pain in my middle chest. I blink my eye's my vision blurred. I blink again seeing clearly. I see, my parents and Jai. My mom with tear stained cheeks and Dad nearly weeping. Both of them locked arm's. Jai, sitting on the chair with a saddened look on his face.

"stop moping I'm not dead" I mumbled

"Y/N!" they exclaim

Jai and Dad were the first one's near me. Jai, standing on the right side of the stretcher and my dad on the left. Dad gently touched my face. He started crying. My heart sinks to my gut. He kissed my head.

"oh, my sweet little girl"

"oh, daddy" I touch his hand

He squint his eyes, pinches his nose stuttering. I squeeze his hand that was on my face. He softly smiled and kissed my head again. He moves allowing my mother's shaking hands to cup my cheek.

"Y-you're grounded"

I slightly scoffed she kisses my head. I feel, my brother softly grasp my hand. He uses his other hand rubbing the top of my hand. He takes a quavering breath trying not to cry. I softly smile.

"cry baby" I insult him to try and make him feel better

He gasped smiling with a tear falling.

"shut up, Y/N"

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