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siriuslovebot · 5 months

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˖ ࣪⭑˖ ࣪𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➸ 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: hello my love! ik you’ve already made a couple but i was wondering if you could make another one of those mouse ones, if you’re not up for it that’s completely fine! thank you for taking the time to read this!

𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: we all need more remus x mouse!!!

𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: please write another remus lupin x mouse fluff please. i love your writing style. it's just perfect<33

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: injured reader, the nickname 'mouse', some embarrassing (possibly?) moments, nothing else i can think of??

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: after convincing the reader to go ice skating, things end up going a bit sideways for the marauders.

𝑨/𝑵: merry christmas (and happy holidays) everyone! here is a bit of a late gift for you all! i was astonished to see the amount of requests for more remus x mouse! i didn't even include all of them here. i'm sorry i've been mia for so long! this one may be a bit rusty, but i hope you all enjoy even if i am a little out of practice! (also this is unedited so if you see any typos/mistakes no you didn't)

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“it’s bloody freezing out here,” mutters sirius, his voice gruff in the early morning air.

you roll your eyes, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. in your peripheral, you can see his mussed hair and dark circles, as well as the scowl that colours his handsome features.

“you should’ve stayed behind if you’re going to whine, sirius,” you respond, raising your brows.

he wrinkles his nose, looking an awful lot like he’s smelled something foul. “are you mad? i’m not staying cooped up in that castle when you lot are out here having fun. where’s moony?” he looks at you expectantly.

“running late, i suppose,” you glance at your watch, a christmas gift from remus. it’s charmed, the tiny mice printed on the watch frolicking around as you get the time. your face turns pink, embarrassed although you love the little watch. you hope sirius doesn’t see. you’d never hear the end of it.

“well, it’s half eight. earliest i’ve been up in weeks.” sirius yawns, swiping his sleeve across his face.

you roll your eyes again. you knew the lot of them would be menaces upon returning from the christmas holidays. sirius spent the two weeks of holiday break at james’s house, the two of them likely driving the potters out of their minds. the pair of them had clearly suffered from a lack of sleep, made clear by sirius’s incessant complaining about being up early.

you wanted to spend the holidays at hogwarts, hoping that remus might convince his parents to let him do the same, with no luck. you suffered a miserable two weeks at home, your parents refusing to let you out of their sight for a second. you hardly even had time to respond to the owls sent by your friends; notably, a muggle christmas card of lily and her family, an odd photo of sirius and james wearing charmed elves’ hats, and a sweet note from remus wishing you a merry christmas and promising you a gift upon your return to school.

thus, you are excited to spend a few hours having fun with your friends without worrying about lessons. if only you can wrestle sirius out of his grumpy mood.

there’s a chorus of boots crunching through snow behind you, and you turn to find lily approaching. james and remus trail close behind, with marlene at the back.

“what’s with the frown?” lily makes a face at sirius, who makes another disgruntled face.

“hasn’t got his beauty sleep,” you warn, a smile playing on your lips.

“you’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” sirius says crossly.

you raise your eyebrows at him.

“simmer down, pads,” james says, bright as ever. “don’t mind him. he’s just peeved because of that detention mcgonagall gave him.”

he pats his friend on the back, accompanied only by a grumble from the long-haired boy.

“yes,” says remus, “who knew she would catch him trying to turn marie littletree’s quill into a bowtruckle?”

“all right,” says sirius. “i get it. i’ll paint a stupid little grin on my face like prongs here. can we get on with it?” he grins at the confused half-smile on james’s face, then nudges his friend in the shoulder.

“right,” says marlene. “lily’s got an itinerary.”

“yes,” says the redhead. “first hogsmeade weekend back, and i’ve got plans. now, the three broomsticks is going to be absolutely swimming with people.”

“it’s always swimming with people,” james chimes.

“right,” she gives him a sharp look, and he scratches his neck awkwardly. “i was thinking, we should skip the morning crowd, and have a go at ice skating.”

“ice skating!”

“ice skating?”

james and your exclamations mirror one another, as you both gawk at lily. james looks like a child on christmas morning, and you look… well, terrified.

“oh, godric, i’m going to be so embarrassed. i can hardly walk, lils, much less skate!” you groan, feeling the exasperation sirius has been bleeding all morning.

“c’mon, y/n!” james gives you a shake around the shoulders, looking excited. “you’ll be fine. a little arresto momentum, and you’re saved.”

“right, and which one of you is going to babysit me to keep me from face planting?” you glare at him.

“sounds like a job for moony, if y’ask me,” says sirius smugly. he’s already strutting towards the pond, james close on his heels.

marlene grins, and lily looks at you pleadingly. “c’mon, y/n,” she begs, pouting like a child.

“it’ll be fun,” marlene adds.

you huff, not wanting to feel like a buzzkill.

remus places a gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. you sigh.

“you’ll be all right,” he urges, voice soft.

you sigh, but concede. “fine.”

lily and marlene cheer, taking off behind james and sirius on their way to the pond.

you frown, glancing over at remus as you fall into a slow pace following them.

“do i have to?” you wonder aloud, hooking your arm through his as you crunch through the hardened snow.

remus smiles down at you, a gentle smile finding his lips. his cheeks are pink from the cold already, his honeyed hair sticking out in tufts from beneath his knit hat. your stomach does a flip, and you have to force yourself not to look away.

“don’t tell me you’re scared, mouse,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“scared? pfft, i don’t get scared,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“oh, really?”

“really. but i know my strengths. and ice-foot coordination is not one of them. i’m preparing to embarrass the wits out of myself.”

“it can’t possibly be that bad,” he says.

“have you met me, rem? i tripped over the air just last night.”

“i actually think that was a badly timed jinx from sirius.”

“i hope you’re joking.”

“afraid not.”

“oh, he’s got it coming.” you shake your head, remembering the burn of your cheeks as you tumbled in a heap in the common room. remus came over, smiling to himself as he helped pick up your things. you’d wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of the night.

as you approach the pond, you blink at the sight of a few other students gliding over the frozen water. you blink, not feeling confident in your abilities. you can feel your legs wobbling already, hearing the sound of yourself crashing into the ice.

“okay,” you stop in your tracks, grabbing remus by his wrists. he faces you, eyes expectant.

“yes?” he humours you, looking as serious as you feel.

“promise you won’t laugh if i fall.”

his features crack into a smile, his head falling as he laughs softly. “c’mon, mouse,” he nudges you, draping an arm over your shoulders. he’s warm, and you lean into him as he leads you closer to the water’s edge, where your friends have already conjured up their ice skates.

“if you laugh, i’ll never forgive you.”

“i’ll keep an eye on you,” he says, “and i promise i won’t laugh.”

“holding you to it,” you say, joining marlene and lily by the pond.

“here,” marlene takes half a second and conjures you a pair of skates, untied on your feet.

james and sirius are already on the ice, flitting around faster than you can keep up with. they’re a pair of blurs, their laughter ringing through the air.

you make a face, your ears burning just at the thought of how you’re going to look trying to keep your feet beneath yourself. you don’t even notice your untied laces as you wobble towards the ice.

“just a second, mouse,” remus says softly, his large frame stooping to tie your shoes.

your face goes red as you glance down at him, feeling sheepish. “sorry,” you say, “i could have done that.”

“i’ve got it,” remus hums, his scarred hands tying your skate laces with expertise.

he’s towering over you again in half a second, winking at you as he reaches down to grasp your hand. his skin is warm, even through both pairs of your gloves, and you feel a bit better.

“y’alright?” remus wonders aloud, guiding you to the edge of the ice. he steps on gracefully, somehow able to keep his feet from sliding beneath him. you stare down at his skates, nervous.

you frown. “i’m scared,” you admit, face darkening with embarrassment.

“don’t be scared,” remus says.

he tugs your hand, smiling warmly. you hate how persuasive he is; his soft voice and gentle smile have a way of turning you into a gushing mess in the palm of his hands. no one knows how to make you feel better like remus does.

“you’ll still love me if i make a fool out of myself, right?” you wonder aloud, stepping slowly onto the ice. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, focused on keeping yourself upright.

“i’d love you even if you made a fool out of the whole world, love.”

he’s laughing as you join him on the ice, the velvety deep sound sending butterflies rampaging through your stomach. he grasps your hand, ever so gently, and pulls you to the center of the ice, where fewer of the other students are. your classmates fly by, agile and quick on the ice. you feel somewhat like a baby deer, your legs wobbly beneath you.

“see, not so bad, is it?” remus encourages, his features now split in a jovial grin. his tawny eyes glitter with amusement, the corners crinkled by his big smile.

“no, i guess not,” you agree, fingers still gripping the sleeve of his coat in a vice.

“d’you want to try on your own?” he inquires. his long fingers loosen their hold on your wrist, but you tighten your own around him.

“no–not yet!” you squeak, moving closer to him and throwing your arms around his middle. he laughs, his chest rumbling against your cheek. you take a deep breath.

“sorry,” he chuckles, smoothing a hand over your hair. “i’ve got you, m’little mouse.”

you blink, peeking around his frame to see sirius and lily engaged in a race across the pond, their speeding frames silhouetted by the snowy landscape behind them. a grin spreads over your features, watching as james and marlene cheer them on.

“i don’t know how they do it,” you muse, shaking your head.

“you’ll be racing them in no time,” remus says teasingly, slowly unraveling your death grip around him.

“if you say so,” you murmur.

remus pulls you along gently, gaining some speed as you become more comfortable at the feeling of being on the ice. after several minutes, you’re no longer as unstable on your feet. you hardly even shriek when james charges at the pair of you at full speed, spraying you with a shower of ice as he stops at the last second.

“you git,” you hiss, sending a snowball his way with a flick of your wand.

he curses loudly, already halfway across the pond when it hits his back. lily and marlene dissolve into a fit of giggles, while remus chuckles gently.

you don’t even notice that he isn’t holding you steady anymore. distracted, you’ve released your grasp on his sleeve, and are slowly gliding alongside him. you’re closer to the edge of the pond, your feet steady beneath you as you gather confidence.

“feeling okay?” remus has spun around, facing you as he skates backwards.

what a showoff, you think, but you say nothing. he doesn’t know it, but you adore just how easily he picks up on the things you find to be absolutely mind-boggling. despite his insistence that he’s nothing special, he picks up on skills with ease. he’s a talented wizard, quick-witted and good at solving problems under pressure. it’s precisely why he excels in school, despite being out around each full moon and sometimes struggling to come out of his shell.

“thanks to you,” you say, flushing. “i wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for you, you know.”

he smiles sheepishly, his wind-chapped face going a deeper shade of pink. “sure you would.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i’m serious, rem,” you say. “thank you.”

“don’t thank me,” he says, looking more than a little embarrassed.

you reach for him, wanting to hold his hand, but you see concern flash in his eyes. your eyes widen, but before you can say anything he’s already reaching for you.

“watch out–”

but you’ve both reacted too late. another student slams into your shoulder, knocking you off kilter. you squeal, falling to the ice too quickly for either you or remus to react. the air feels as if you’re caught in slow motion for a second; the ice is approaching your face with extreme speed, glistening in the morning sun. without thinking, you brace with one hand, the other halfway reaching towards remus.

your arm breaks your fall, and there’s a sickening crack as you hit the ice. it’s harder than you thought. you shriek, a sickening pain rocketing up your wrist and shoulder as you finally collapse completely.

“shit,” remus hisses, crouching as you feel his hands on your shoulders, trying to help you up to a sitting position.

you’re too focused on the excruciating pain in your arm to realize that you’re crying. the tears are hot against your skin, burning your cold cheeks as you sit up. you clutch your arm with your other hand, looking at the horrible purple lump already protruding at your wrist.

“merlin,” you sob, “it’s broken!” the sight of the bone jabbing at the inside of your arm makes your stomach do a turn, and you force yourself to look away. remus crouches in front of you, his worried face swimming in your teary vision.

you hear your friends shouting, and several nasty words directed at the student who slammed into you. you glance over, seeing marlene dragging sirius away by his scarf as he tries to throttle the poor third-year student.

lily skates towards you, slowing as she approaches.

“oh, dear,” she says, as she sees your arm.

“it’s bad, isn’t it?” you ask, glancing between remus and lily. you can’t force yourself to look back at the arm, feeling as if you’re going to faint if you have to see the bruises blooming over your arm.

“not so bad,” lily lies, offering a forced smile.

“we’ve got to get some help. you need to see madam pomfrey.” remus says. he’s crouched, one hand coming out to wipe the tears from your face. you breathe in his scent, trying to ground yourself.

james, sirius, and marlene finally join you, sirius still cursing the student as marlene drags him over.

“ugh,” james says as he sees your injury.

sirius peers over remus’ shoulder, his eyes blazing with fury as he sees the extent of your injury. “i’m going to curse the bollocks off of that kid!” he hisses, reaching for his wand, tucked into his coat pocket.

“sirius, stop it!” marlene scolds. “we have to do something about that arm. there’s no way y/n’s making it back to the castle in this state.”

“i’m fine,” you insist, though your stomach is rolling unpleasantly. you think you’d likely vomit if you had to stand.

“you’re not fine,” remus says, his voice stern. “your arm’s gone sideways. you need to be in the hospital wing.”

“we can’t move her like this,” james says, sounding as sick as you are.

“let lily have a go at it. she put my pinky right when that bludger hit it at practice,” says sirius.

“your pinky?” remus says incredulously. “i think an arm’s a bit more important than a pinky.”

“rem,” you say, nudging him with your foot. “it’s fine. i trust lily. besides, i think i’ll be sick if we don’t do something now.”

remus sighs, his eyes dark with worry. he places a hand on your knee, shifting slightly to let lily get closer. “fine.” you can tell he’s not happy about it.

“marlene, go get some help, will you?” you say, your head swimming. you feel closer to fainting by the minute, shock setting in.

“‘course i will.” she’s gone in a flash.

“okay,” you breathe, closing your eyes as you wait for lily to fix your arm.

“right, then,” she pulls her want out of her pocket, leaning closer. there’s a second of silence before she says, “episkey!”

only, the spell doesn’t go quite right. a blinding hot pain blooms in your arm, and you shriek again. this time, you’re not strong enough to keep from fainting. white spots bloom behind your vision, and you collapse.

you wake hours later, in the hospital wing. you stir, your throat dry as you turn over in the cot. your vision is blurry as you peel your eyes open, finding your arm wrapped in some kind of sling. madam pomfrey is nowhere in sight, but remus is slumped in a chair at your beside.

his eyes are closed, his breathing steady as he sits. his head rests lazily against the back of the chair. you study his face; his scars shine in the sliver of evening light that spills in from the window behind you. you groan as you move, your entire body aching.

your muscles throb, the fall having taken its toll on you. you watch him for a few minutes, the delicate rise and fall of his chest. his hair falls in golden wisps over his forehead and his ears, tickling the nape of his neck. you smile, glad he’s getting some rest. you’re sure he’s been perched in that uncomfortable chair all day. he’s probably missed all of his meals, crouched by your bed worrying.

you smile to yourself, wondering how you’ve ended up with someone so perfect.

he stirs finally, his eyes crinkling as he yawns.

“rem,” you say softly, catching his attention as he opens his eyes.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he says, a tired smile painting his features.

you reach for him with your good hand, his long fingers reaching out and enveloping yours with ease. his skin is warm as he brings your hand to his lips, holding it there for a moment. your face heats up. embarrassed, you want to sink down into the cot and disappear, but you can’t run from him. he knows you too well.

“have you been here all day?” you wonder.

“of course,” he says, as if you’d be crazy to think otherwise.

“you didn’t have to do that.”

“yes i did,” he says, frowning. “it’s my fault you went out there in the first place. you wouldn’t be hurt if i hadn’t convinced you to go skating.”

“hey,” you scold, “don’t say that. it’s not your fault. none of it’s your fault.”

he shakes his head, looking apologetic. you sigh, squeezing his hand.

“i’m serious, rem. i don’t blame you. i had a lot of fun, until that kid ran into me, at least.” you grin, trying to lighten the mood.

he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his features. “poor guy,” he says, “sirius wanted to hunt him down so badly. said he was willing to have detention for the rest of the year, if it meant he got his revenge.”

you roll your eyes. “what a hothead,” you laugh.

“yeah, think the kid was pretty scared too. he send a card up, and some chocolate frogs.” remus passes you a card. you open it up, and a flock of little birds explodes from the paper, as well as a bright, sparkling message that says get well soon!

you smile, feeling much better already. you squeeze remus’s hand again, closing the card as he passes you a chocolate frog.

“thank you,” you say in response, though both of you know you’re not just thanking him for the chocolate.

he nods in response, leaning over to press a kiss against your forehead.

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sabo-has-my-heart · 1 year

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Hey there Astra! Hope you're taking care of yourself and doing well 😄. Can I request Izou, Thatch, Marco, and Ace with a shy!s/o? If it's too much you can just do Izou, thank you so much you're the best!! 🤍

So this is also my @onepiece-bingo submission for 'First Kiss'. Thank you for being so patient with me.

Warnings: first kisses, Shy!Reader, Izou, Thatch, Marco, Ace

Word Count: 1490

Izou

It was cute how shy you were, how you hid behind him if too much attention was on you, how you sank in your seat to try to not be noticed, and how you squeaked and quietly insisted on being put down if he lifted you into the air. That being said, it was hard to keep a ‘low profile’ when you were dating the prettiest pirate in the New World and 16th division commander. The man attracted attention and oozed confidence and an elegance that drew people to him. You, by comparison, were relatively plain. Choosing not to wear flashy makeup or clothing in order to not attract attention. Head down and refusing to meet people’s eyes so that they wouldn’t approach you. Izou wasn’t really bothered by your shyness, in fact he found it rather endearing and cute. There was… one thing he didn’t like about your shyness though. You hated PDA. PDA always brought attention to you, attention and teasing. The most he could do was hold your hand but even then, you preferred to hold one of his long sleeves, afraid of the attention you might get if you actually held his hand. The crew never teased you on anything, they knew better than to try to tease you, less they invoke Izou’s wrath, but you still worried about all the eyes that could be watching you. He hadn’t even had his first kiss with you yet! But he was going to change that today! He had a nice place to pull you aside, away from the prying eyes of the others, secluded and not likely to be bothered. So pulling you through the halls, he smiled back at you, the confused look on your face only making you cuter.

“Y/n.” he said softly, caressing your cheek as he closed the door behind you, “it’s not the romance you deserve, but I’ve been waiting too long to do this.” Izou said softly, pulling you into a sweet kiss. Your heart pounded in your chest as you kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. Suddenly, you wished you’d done this sooner, that you’d had the courage to kiss him in front of the others. Breaking the kiss, you looked up at him, in wonder.

“Can… can we do that again?” you asked softly, the dark haired man smiling as he pulled you into another kiss.

Ace

Ace was wild, loud, outgoing, and commanding. You were shy, quiet, introverted, and timid. Logically, your relationship made little sense, but then, love didn’t make any logical sense. You liked how he was always doing grand gestures to show you how much he cared, how he was pulling you out on some new adventure, and how he showered you in affection. He loved how cute you were, how your need to avoid attention kept him out of too much trouble, how you quietly gave him small gifts. That being said, there were things you both hated. You hated how he was always attracting attention to you, despite your protests, you hated how he was always pulling you into his trouble, and how he’d pull you with him when he was really happy, drawing the attention of the entire crew to the two of you. He hated how you always wanted to be a wallflower during parties, how he wasn’t allowed to show you off and tell everyone how amazing you were, and the one he hated the most, how adamantly you refused PDA. He wanted to walk down the street with his arm wrapped around your waist, he wanted to spin you around in his arms, and most importantly, he wanted his damn first kiss with you! But he’d be damned if your shyness stopped him! It was the dead of night that he tugged you to the back of the ship.

“Ace, what’s so important that you needed to talk to me at this hour at the back of the ship?” you asked, confused and slightly annoyed. You’d been getting ready for bed, what did he want? Ace just gave you one of his sunny smiles as he pulled you into a passionate kiss, hands on either cheek, holding your head as he sighed happily into the kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting into the kiss, hands gripping his shoulders. Pulling back, he grinned at the dazed look in your eyes. He didn’t bother to say a thing as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into another kiss, neither of you aware of the small audience that peeked through the windows, quietly cheering and exchanging bet money.

Marco

Sitting in his office, Marco smiled over at you. You always looked so at home in the solitude of his office, away from the rowdy and often boisterous crew. Helping the phoenix with whatever various paperwork or office work he had. He understood your desire to stay out of the spotlight, to stay away from the excitement and attention that often came with much of the crew. In fact, it astounded him that someone as shy as you even sailed with the Whitebeard Pirates. The most infamous pirate currently alive, someone everyone kept an eye on, and you stayed with them. Getting up, he walked over to you, pushing some hair out of your face and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“Sorry, Little Bird, you looked too cute-yoi.” he said softly, large hand cupping your cheek as he sat on the edge of the desk you were working at. Smiling up at him, you leaned into his touch, he was always so sweet. Turning your head, you placed a soft kiss on his palm, the sweet gesture making him sigh happily. Leaning down, he put a hand under your chin, his lips meeting yours, lightly pushing you back into your chair so he could deepen the kiss. Pulling away, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What’s so funny, Little Bird?” he asked, as you smiled at him.

“It’s just… every kiss feels like the first with you. I… I still get butterflies and my stomach still does flips.” you admittedly shyly.

“I agree, your lips still taste just as sweet-yoi.” he said with a nod before pulling you into another kiss. He’d never been so happy that he worked away from the crew, able to share kisses like this with you as often as he desired.

Thatch

The man was a damned flirt, though perhaps that’s what attracted you to him in the first place, how he made you swoon, how charming and sweet he was… his culinary skills didn’t hurt either. Well… mostly, in any case. It was sweet how he’d make you all sorts of culinary confections, cooking your favorite just for you, or other delicious treats. But he was always presenting them in the biggest, most ostentatious, attention drawing ways. Ways that had you looking for somewhere to hide from the prying eyes. Sure, he usually tried to keep said ostentatiousness in private, but on more than one occasion, he’d drawn the attention of damn near the entire crew to you. Hiding in the kitchen, you glanced back at Thatch, making sure that nobody could peek in and see the two of you.

“Don’t worry, my sweet treat, nobody’s going to bother us.” he said, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“I just… you have a tendency to draw everybody’s attention and you know I hate that.” you said, placing one of your hands over his as you relaxed in his hold.

“I’ll make you a deal, you give me one thing and I’ll try to be better about that.” he offered, making you raise an eyebrow.

“I suppose that depends on the ‘one thing’.” you said, as he continued holding you.

“Just… close your eyes and trust me.” he whispered in your ear, making you sigh both from exasperation and your heart melting. Doing as he said, you felt him let you go for just a moment before his hands were on your waist again, picking you up and setting you on the counter as his lips met yours. You wouldn’t deny that you’d been waiting for this moment for a while, but there never seemed to be a good, quiet, moment for your first kiss. A moment where the crew wouldn’t bother you with wolf whistles and ‘good natured’ teasing. Your hands clung to the yellow scarf he was always wearing, keeping him pulled close to you as you remained lip locked until you needed to breathe.

“A-alright, that… I’ll allow you one more for free, but after that you have to keep your end of the deal.” you said shyly, staring down at your lap as you blushed. Thatch chuckled and pulled you into another kiss, more than happy to get another ‘freebie’.

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differentclasss · 5 months

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Christmas One Shot ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Neil Lewis x Reader

pairing: Neil Lewis x reader

summary: Neil throws a party at Gumshoe and admits his feelings towards y/n.

warnings: smut 9 (a handjob) and not really proofread writing. Neil is a little cringe in this lol. Probably not in character

a/n: I wrote this so quickly but I just wanted to get something out for the holiday! Also, send me requests! I have some free time so I'll probably start going through those again.

Honestly, you would’ve spent Christmas alone if it wasn’t for your friend Neil deciding to throw a last-minute watch party of It’s a Wonderful Life at Gumshoe Video that day. It was the most in spirit of the season activity you had done that December with the whole idea of Christmas spirit being a little lost on you recently. You didn’t know why you lacked the usual zeal compared to Christmases of years prior but the whole month of December just seemed like any other month. It was true, you were getting older but even so, you normally had at least a little bit of enthusiasm for this time of the season. You pushed these thoughts away, however, telling yourself you would at least have fun at the small gathering at Gumshoe. You would work for free every once in a while too at Gumshoe, when your schedule was free, so you knew everyone there. It would be fun, the same ensemble as usual all planning to go. Neil was the planner of this whole thing too, which truth be told was the entire reason you were even going. You had a small crush on Neil, he was cute, and it was hard for anyone not to find him cute. He was the type of cute that would make you do something really stupid if you weren’t careful, which is why you admired him from a distance, only ever playfully flirting with him but all around keeping it pretty friendly.

Christmas day came and you slept in, no reason to get up early with your work being closed that day and the watch party being at six in the evening. Eventually, four rolled around and you spent a bit of extra time getting ready, you told yourself you just wanted to dress up for the holiday but deep down you knew that attention-seeking part of yourself wanted to impress Neil, even in the slightest. Off you went, donning what you considered a festive outfit and grabbing a bottle of wine as a party gift, not wanting to show up empty-handed. When you got to Gumshoe you took note of all of the decorations in the windows. There were twinkling lights and a few cardboard cut-outs with those cheap Santa hats draped over their heads. You thought if anywhere could offer you single-use Christmas spirit, this would be the place.

After making your rounds of brief catch-ups with some of your fellow regulars, you spot Neil. He’s over by the television, fussing with the VHS player. He curses under his breath as he clicks the on and off button a few times and waits for something to happen.

“Is it broken?” You ask, appearing over his right shoulder.

“I hope not.” He mumbles. “Before you ask, I already unplugged it and plugged it back in and I’ve been pushing the on-off button for five minutes now.”

“It’s old,” You say and crotch down to the player's level. “You try hitting it yet?”

“What?” He asks, looking at you with a bewildered face.

Without another beat, you lean over and hit the top of it with your clenched fist. Neil looks a bit shocked, maybe a bit afraid that you just broke it completely, but then it turns into a happy grin as the VCR turns on.

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” He says in his charming boyish way.

“I just earned my wings from that.” You joke back and stand up, then hold the bottle of wine out in front of him. “Oh, here. I wasn’t sure what kind of wine you liked so I kind of eyeballed it but… Yeah. Merry Christmas, Neil.”

“Oh, thank you. Red?” He says with a small grin as he takes it from your hands. “It looks nice… Thank you. Oh! I have a, uh, gift for you too. You’ll like it, come on.” He nods his head to the office and walks in front of you.

His office was lightly decorated with a small Christmas tree on the corner of his desk. You watch as he opens a drawer and shifts through it for a minute. He pulls out a crudely wrapped small box, the same shape as a VHS, you can’t help but blush at the gesture. He hands it to you and you take it, looking at his poor gift-wrapping abilities. It’s sweet though, making you feel a little guilty about buying him a meager bottle of wine. He tells you to unwrap it and you do, pulling the wrapping apart revealing a tape of Vivre Sa Vie, you had been looking for it for months now and that pesky blush just got worse from the sentimental gift.

“Neil,” You say and look up at him. “You didn’t have to do this… Thank you so much. I’ve wanted for this ages now.”

“Don’t mention it.” He waves his hand. “I know you’ve been looking for it and you’ve been such a great help here lately.”

“Thanks.” You say again and smile. You want to lean in and kiss him on the cheek but you decide against it. “Well, we should probably go out there and start the movie, yeah?”

He nods and you both take your leave into the main floor of the shop. You sit down on the couch and watch as Neil does a small introductory to the movie like he always does at events like this. After he starts the movie, he opens the bottle of wine pours a glass for himself, and then pours you one. After he hands you the filled glass, he sits next to you and you feel his thigh against yours, making it hard to concentrate on the movie.

Somehow you managed the whole two-hour runtime without dying from some sort of sexually frustrated-related stroke. The wine didn’t help either. You were a little tipsy, Neil having poured too much in your glass, and being near him for so long made it clear to you that you liked Neil a lot more than you originally thought. When the characters Mary and George in It’s a Wonderful Life kiss like they need each other, you find yourself looking at Neil through your peripheral view. Once the credits were rolling, people were starting to get up and either leave or refill their glasses. Neil stood up to say goodbye to some people who were leaving and you could breathe for a moment, not having to feel his thigh against yours. After a moment of contemplation, you decided to leave, it would be the best option with how you were feeling. You knew that he was cute enough to make you do something stupid and with the right amount of wine, you would probably act on it.

“Leaving already?” Neil asked as he saw you put on your coat.

“Yeah, it was fun but… I should probably go home and get some sleep.” You said.

“Aw come on, it's not even nine yet…” He said with his best puppy dog eyes. “We were gonna Eyes Wide Shut next. You should stay. What else are you going to do?”

You went back in forth in your head for a moment, but in the end, you knew you were going to stay. How could you deny his pretty blue eyes? He was right, after all, you would go home and probably just watch a movie by yourself.

“Alright,” You say with a small grin and shrug off your coat. “Just one more movie…”

“Great.” He says and then takes your empty glass. “I’ll get you another.”

You wanted to say no thank you but he was already grabbing the bottle and pouring another, thankfully not overfilling it like last time. Those who were staying, which weren’t many, all retreated to the couch and Neil sat back down next to you after putting the next film in the VCR. You tried to focus all your thoughts on the movie this time but your mind still wandered. You thought of his lips and his hands instead of the movie.

This film was just as painful as the first, all because of Neil. You swore he moved closer to you while the picture played out. You finished the glass halfway through and decided against another, feeling a little hazy. Amid your hazy and lustful thoughts, you realize more people are leaving and get up to say goodbye. After you say your farewells, you realize it’s just Neil and you in the store. You feel awkward and grab your coat.

“Wait.” He said quickly, making you stop what you were doing. “I hate to ask but… Uh, could you help me clean up the place a bit? I just don’t want to have to deal with it tomorrow morning.”

You agree and set your coat down. After all, this will probably only take an extra half hour. You don’t mind spending more time with Neil either, you’re just worried you’ll ruin the friendship, despite not knowing him that long. You start by picking up any cups and he starts to sweep. You offer to mop but he says he’ll do it tomorrow. It ended up only taking twenty minutes and you both are okay with the results. It’s not spotless, but it will do for now. You stand next to him after you finish and then look up at him.

“I had a great time tonight, Neil.” You tell him. “And thanks for the tape. I don’t have to return this one, right?” You joke.

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head. “I hope you like it.”

“I will, I’m sure of it.” You say. “Well, goodnight.”

“Wait.” He says and lightly grabs your bicep as you start to walk away. “I don’t know if it's the wine or the whole "sentimental-ness" of this holiday but… You look pretty and I was hoping I could, uh, kiss you.” The way he phrases it makes it sound like a question and you blush at the request.

“We can chalk it up to the sentimental nature of the holiday and dissect it another day.” You say teasingly and walk up to him. “You’re in luck though, I’ve been thinking about kissing you for a while.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He puts his hands on your waist and kisses your lips at first softly, but then much rougher as it goes on. You both stumble for a moment as you try to find a solid surface to lean on. He lands on the back of the couch, leaning on it as he pulls you closer in your kiss. You try to keep up his kisses but they seem too quick to try to find a tempo. He squirms as he kisses you sloppily. His hips rut against you as one of his hands holds the small of your back and the other settles on the back of your neck.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbles between kisses. “Ever since I met you I wanted to kiss you like this.”

You can’t think of anything to say except little moans of praise. Your hand slinks between the two of you and finds his fly which you unzip and sneak your hand into. He grunts as you palm him through his boxers and eventually, pull him out. Your hands send shivers down his spine. He had thought about this for ages, how you would be in such an intimate moment. He never thought you would be so willing and so open to the idea of pleasing him like this. He keeps grunting into your mouth as your hand works up and down his cock, pre-cum spilling from the tip and on your hands. Based on how sloppy his kissing is getting, you don’t think he’ll last long.

You kiss him harder and apply more pressure to his hand job, making him whine as his breathing gets shallower. His hips start to buck into your hand, wanting to get as much pleasure as he can through you. You think for a moment to bend down and replace your hands with your mouth but you like how he kisses you much more. You don’t notice his grip on you tighten before he bites down on your lip and muffles his moan. You feel something hot on your leg through your tights. His breathing slows and he comes to his senses.

“Shit,” He says and pulls back, looking down at the sheer tights you’re wearing. “I’m sorry. I can buy you new ones! I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s fine.” You giggle and look down at your now-ruined tights. “They were like, two dollars. Don’t worry about it. Just a little gross now.”

“A little?” He asks with an embarrassed laugh. “I’ll make it up to you. How about we go get dinner together this week? I’ll pay, obviously.”

“If you wanted to take me out to dinner, you didn’t have to come on my leg. You could’ve just asked.” You tease and then lean in to peck him on the lips. “I’d like that a lot though. I like you a lot too.”

“I like you too.” He says, blushing at the elementary confession. “Let me get you a towel. I’m sorry.” He adds and retracts from you to go find some way to clean up his mess.

It is probably the weirdest Christmas you’ve had, never before experiencing a love confession or for that much, getting your tights ruined by a guy's cum, but you feel hopeful weirdly. You feel hopeful because of Neil, come this time next year, you’ll be with him you hope. Maybe it’s not the perfect way to start a relationship but it is the start of one. One you’re optimistic about.

#neil lewis x reader #watching the detectives #neil lewis x y/n #neil lewis smut

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Emma's Epic Multi-Fandom Rec List: Oscar Isaac Edition

Work and life and everything took over for a little bit, but I am back with *part 2* of my massive fanfic recommendation list, because good lord I read so much fanfic I have a problem.

I do my best to reblog as much as possible but sometimes I miss it so this is my attempt to make up for that and give all of the amazing creators on here the credit they deserve. Thank you all so much for sharing all of your work with us. This year has been a long and difficult one for me, especially mental health wise, and being able to escape into these stories has been so valuable and important to me.

If you read anything on here that you like, please reblog and/or comment on these pics to show the creators some love!

AN IMPORTANT NOTE: While not everything listed here will include smut, many of these authors have 18+ blogs. Please, please, please respect their boundaries and DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM/THEIR CONTENT IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Stories marked with ❤️‍🔥 contain NSFW content

Moon Knight:

The Best Kept Secrets ❤️‍🔥by @melodygatesauthor — First of all, Mel is the *queen* of Oscar Isaac-fandom fic, especially anything about our beloved Moon Boys. She’s got stuff for every genre, every mood, every random plot bunny — she’s also created some of the most fun and original character.ai bots — but I have such a soft spot for this fic, a dad’s best friend fic where each chapter is a different member of the system.

A Bit Dodgy ❤️‍🔥by @melodygatesauthor — another brilliant one from Melody, featuring professor! Steven falling in love with a student, Jake being protective (and hot) and Marc learning to let down his walls around people. I will genuinely be a little sad when it’s all wrapped up because I’ve loved this journey.

Cherry Pie ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh and @melodygatesauthor — I’m trying not to just rec people’s entire masterlists but these two make it SO DIFFICULT. Anyway, as someone with a soft spot for Steven (is it obvious yet?) this is a particularly steamy and surprisingly sweet fic about his first time. It’s written in such a brilliant way that you can just picture all of the desperate, delicious faces that Steven is making throughout and it’s just … it’s a 10/10 y’all.

Spoiled Rotten by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — MARC. MARC MY BEAUTIFUL, EMOTIONALLY GUARDED BELOVED I love when Marc gets to be soft and this was such a beautifully written, real-feeling story about his relationship insecurities and his desire to be treated like the precious gift he is. If the universe could just give me one chance to spoil this beautiful man …

Personal Time ❤️‍🔥by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — Look, we have already established my love for Steven Grant. I want to hug him and kiss him and let him tell me about Egyptian gods and eat vegan burritos with him and cuddle him all night. But this story? This story makes me also want to ruin him.

The Moon Boys + Where They Like to Put It ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — These little blurbs are pure filth and I would like them tattooed on my eyelids so that I can forever be haunted by them. There is a surprising amount of characterization packed into such a short package and that takes an incredible amount of talent.

On My Knees ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — Look. If Steven Grant came to me, begging on his knees (literally!) for his job back, I too would fold immediately. This two-parter is also great because the first story is pure fluff (and pining for Steven, which, i can relate) and the second brings all of the tension and anticipation to a head with some genuinely smoking hot smut. I’d also like to give a shoutout to Ivy’s Oblivious Roommate Headcanons Series, which is honestly making my obsession with everyone’s favorite gift shoppist a little worse in the best way.

driver!jake and rich girl!reader ❤️‍🔥by @campingwiththecharmings — THIS FIC. I love the slow building tension, the gorgeous image of Jake smoking outside his limo during a night out, the SMUT. It made my brain melt in the best way, possible.

Lessons in Touch by @marc-spectorr— Ugh, the PINING. There’s only one part to this so far and I am already so obsessed with it that I’m recommending it. I cannot wait to see where this one goes because I just am already so in love with this Steven and their relationship.

With The Lights Out ❤️‍🔥by @moonknightly — Jake is, understandably, often characterized as the sexy, seductive one in the system so it’s such a treat to read a virgin!Jake fic. This one is so lovely, a perfect mix of vulnerable and steamy while still feeling so true to him. Basically, I love when Jake gets flustered and I need more of it.

Friendly favors ❤️‍🔥by @runa-falls — (Not so) unrequited pining between Steven and his best friend and the ways they begin to reveal their feelings for one another by … “helping each other out” with their “needs.” Steamy and sweet in equal measure and it just makes me want to scream in the best possible way.

Making Trouble ❤️‍🔥by @juneknight — Possessive!Marc owns me, completely. This and its sequel (where Jake gets his revenge) are two of the hottest, most wonderful smut fics that I have read in this fandom and good lord, it breaks my brain every single time I read it. juneknight is also the creator of the mind-meltingly sexy Dorm Room Marc series which is also *chef’s kiss*

Miguel O’Hara (Spider-Verse)

Halo ❤️‍🔥by @missdictatorme — One of the most interesting Miguel concepts I’ve ever read: Reader is Miguel’s new AI assistant (complete with hologram body) and you ask for the chance to design your own appearance. The slow build of the relationship between the pair is so fun to read and the tension between them as Miguel realizes that their relationship with one another is … unorthodox is amazing. I think about this story all the time.

Something New ❤️‍🔥by @runa-falls — Hoooooo boy. I recommend you read this one in front of a fan or the AC because good lord this is hot.

Decadent ❤️‍🔥by @ivystoryweaver — This one has it all: gorgeously steamy smut, the tension of a slow-burn relationship build, a hint of angst and a mystery at the center of it all: is Miguel a vampire? Or something else? Can he be cured? It’s so good and I honestly give a little squeal every time I see there’s a new chapter out.

Punch-Out Love by @astroboots— Miguel O’Hara boxing AU? Hell yeah. This one is exciting and tense and thrilling and I was invested from the first sentence. Cici also co-wrote the iconic Every You, Every Me, which I am ashamed to say that I only just started reading but it is just as incredible as everyone said. Her stuff more than lives up to all of the hype.

Monster ❤️‍🔥by @writefightandflightclub — Oh, you thought you’d make it through a Miguel O’Hara rec list without some size kink? This is insanely hot and a little dark and so, so good. Heed the warnings, but if this is your thing, trust me, it will sit in your brain forever.

Assorted Oscar Characters

Bloom For Me (Santiago Garcia) ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh — The Triple Frontier Regency AU that you didn’t know you needed. Trust me on this.

Oxford Comma (Rydal Keener) ❤️‍🔥by @whatthefishh — *The* definitive Rydal fic, in my opinion. There is something about the way that Mona writes Rydal that makes him so irresistible, so charming and easy to fall for despite how much you want to resist (or maybe punch) him that I think captures the essence of the character so well.

How (Nathan Bateman) ❤️‍🔥by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction — Set post-Ex Machina, this lovely (and steamy) fic delves into how Nathan deals with the aftermath of the situation with Ava as well as him learning to let another person (not an android!) into his life. It’s my favorite take on a softer version of Nathan and I just adore it. (Also for more amazing Oscar-character content, Fen’s Kinktober masterlist is *chef’s kiss)

Three Years (Nathan Bateman) ❤️‍🔥by @youvebeenlivingfictional — My favorite Nathan fic, ever. The tension between him and the reader, the underlying questions about whether their whole relationship and dynamic is the result of genuine feelings on his end or just him manipulating people, the added angst of Reader’s dynamic with their friend and *her* crush on Nathan — it’s just so good.

Somebody to Love (Richard Alonzo Munoz) ❤️‍🔥by @writefightandflightclub — Not just one of my all-time favorite Oscar Isaac fics, but one of my all-time favorite fics period. As I have previously gushed, this is a gorgeous, romantic, slow-build of a story written with such stunning imagery and poetry and with little nods to an already-familiar relationship that just makes their ultimate relationship even more swoon-worthy and perfect. And the smut is 10/10, five stars, completely mind-melting in all of the best ways. I love it, I love it, I love it.

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Handers Gift Exchange 2024 Round-up!

This year's Handers Gift Exchange has officially come to a close!

We'd like to give a huge thank you and shoutout to all 20 of our participants this year. Congratulations to you all, for doing so well creating beautiful works for your giftees.

On behalf of the mods ( @dismalzelenka, @un-shit-yourself, @storybookhawke, and @hollyand-writes ), thank you to everyone who remains in the Handers fandom—in addition to authors and artists, it also includes readers, commenters, serial kudosers, and avid rebloggers! We appreciate all the love, enthusiasm, support, and cheerleading everyone did throughout this event. Everyone involved keeps the love of the ship alive and well even thirteen years after the game came out.

If you participated in this event, we ask that you please leave a comment on the gift you received, at least three lines in length! Participation goes both ways, so please give some praise and adoration to the person who devoted their time and energy to create a gift for you.

You can view the blog's tag for this event here, and the AO3 collection here, but below is a compiled list of all the amazing gifts shared over the course of this exchange. Please mind the tags and ratings as you go through them!

Invitations by replicatortrash for ghostbunny M!Handers | Explicit |

Summary: Garrett Hawke has been trying to open his home to Anders for weeks and it's been slow going. Is he keeping distance because of something from his past, or because Garrett is a vampire... or is there something else going on Garrett hasn't considered?

Mélange by dismalzelenka for Sulkyvalkyrie F!Handers | Explicit |

Summary: “I want Justice involved.” It was a marvel, Anders thought, how four words flipped his entire world on its head. “You what?” Hawke tilted her head, catlike curiosity peppered across her face. “Justice,” she repeated. “I want him involved.” In which Hawke confesses some secrets, and Anders and Justice both learn there is far more to Hawke than meets the eye.

The Short Straw by autumninfall for DemonicPersephone F!Handers | Mature |

Summary: A quick way to earn some coin while fleeing the Templars of Kirkwall. A dragon up in the mountains. Surely nothing will go wrong, right?

at the end of the world by PhantomsLost for barbex F!Handers | Teen |

Summary: “Hawke, no.” She shook her head and took a step back, both hands still gripping her staff tight. “You and I both know we don’t have a better option.” Tipping her head slightly in the direction of the looming Nightmare, she added, “Go. I’ve got this.”

Broken, yet Remade by Actually_An_Insane_Fangirl for PhantomsLost F!Handers | Teen |

Summary: Hawke may be broken, but that doesn't mean she cannot be remade with the gentle hands of a healer.

Lunacy by Sulkyvalkyrie for GhostGarrison M!Handers | Explicit |

Summary: Hawke wanted to wait another night, but Anders can't stop worrying about him...

Looking the Part by acesdesire M!Handers | Teen |

Summary: While visiting Chateau Haine, Hawke finds himself enjoying the party more than expected, especially with Anders looking so dashing in his formal wear. Infiltration can wait (even if Tallis might have other plans). He would much rather indulge in this rare and beautiful moment.

Some Guys Have All the Luck by barbex for dismalzelenka M!Handers | Explicit |

Summary: Watching Anders fight, powerful, controlled, turns Hawke on like nothing else. That's a man he wants to get on his knees for. And more.

Hunting by DemonicPersephone for Actually_An_Insane_Fangirl F!Handers | Explicit |

Summary: Nothing like a near death experience to make romance bloom <3

Chasing the Light by leonidskies for SalsedinePicta M!Handers | Teen |

Summary: Anders is having a bad day. Hawke, forever down bad, refuses to let it go.

Hurt Less by ghostbunny for PorlPoint M!Handers | Mature |

Summary: After coming close to killing the mage girl, Ella, Anders is in a bad way, consumed by guilt and shame and beginning to spiral. Hawke attempts to help him through it, while dealing with some of his own insecurities.

The One That Didn't Get Away by FactoryKat for winebearcat M!Handers | G |

Summary: Of all the things that could have happened to newcomer Garrett Hawke after moving to Kirkwall, picking up a date outside of a walk-in clinic wasn't exactly on his predictions list.

Healing the Healer by PorlPoint M!Handers | Teen |

Summary: Anders is seriously injured and out of mana, with only Hawke there to heal him before it's too late.

Rose Cottage by winebearcat for leonidskies M!Handers | Mature |

Summary: Anders reaches his 50th Name Day. He never expected to make it past 30, let alone have his happy ending.

ART: storybookhawke's piece for autumninfall M!Handers | G |

ART: notomys-mordax-blog's piece for ocean-in-my-rebel-soul M!Handers | G |

ART: salsedinepicta's piece for notomys-mordax-blog M!Handers | G |

ART: kittyopera's piece for acesdesire M!Handers | G |

ART: gevascloset's piece for factorykat M!Handers | G |

ART: moosu's piece for kittyoperas M!Handers | G |

#handers #dragon age 2 #dragon age ii #mhanders #fhanders #anders #handers gift exchange 2024 #handers exchange 2024 #exchange roundup #mod post

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Hey girl! For by drabble request, it would be for pwyc!bucky with the #4 gift giving scenario, and Dialogues #5, #11, #17, and #21. Thanks!

thank you so much for sending this in! it did not go how i expected but hopefully you enjoy it 👀

gifts 🎄

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: none? this blog is 18+ only.

words: 1.5k

notes: i hope you all enjoy - not sure how i’m feeling about this one 🫣. haven’t decided if this will be canon or not yet.. let me know what you guys think! also steve’s girl has a name now so there’s that lol

Driving back from Eva’s Christmas party, you were inspecting the white elephant gift you had chosen with a quirked brow as you sat in the passenger seat.

“Do people even use nutcrackers? Or are these things just for decoration?” you wondered aloud as you played with the little lever that moved the nutcracker’s mouth.

“I’m sure someone somewhere still uses them to crack nuts,” Bucky responded, mainly to humor you.

“Humph.”

“What?” he asked, stealing a glance at you as he drove.

“Nothing. It’s just.. This thing is kinda creepy, don’t you think?” you cringed.

“I wasn’t gonna mention it, but yeah,” he chuckled, “it is.”

“Would it be rude to regift it?”

“To who?”

“I don’t know.. Or maybe I could just drop it off at one of those donation places,” you mused.

“No, we should regift it,” Bucky smiled deviously. “I know exactly who to give it to.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was planning on gifting it as his Secret Santa gift to Sam. Steve’s girl, Rosalie, was like the real life embodiment of the Christmas Spirit. She had decked the shop out completely the moment she got the go ahead from Steve and managed to get everyone to agree to doing Secret Santa this year. Bucky had previously refused but after Rose wouldn’t stop pestering you to pester him, you finally just agreed on his behalf and sort of forced him into it. He was going to call Steve and get him to take his name out of the mix, but it didn’t take much bribing from you to get him to just go with it.

“You have to play by the rules, Buck,” you admonished.

“How am I breaking the rules?”

“You have to buy him something, something he’d actually like,”

“Who says I can’t give him two gifts?” he challenged. You didn’t respond to that with anything other than a scoff and another roll of your eyes.

“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?” he asked.

“If we must,” you groaned.

“I can’t believe the girl who forced me to decorate the house just weeks ago is the same girl who hates going Christmas shopping,” he taunted.

“Shopping is very different from decorating. Decorating includes pretty lights and soft christmas music and cookies and cocoa and a soft ambiance in the comfort and privacy of your own home. Shopping includes big crowds, dumb people who don’t know how to walk properly in public, loud music, and those annoying perfume samplers who are like everywhere all at once,” you complained, already not looking forward to tomorrow. “I hate Christmas shopping,” you grumble.

“I love Christmas shopping,” he said.

“You love shopping, period. And if you keep buying everything you see, I’m not gonna have anything to give you.”

“You don’t have to get me anything, sweetheart. You are my gift,”

“Always so sappy,” you teased. “Plus, you can’t say that when you’ve already crowded the space beneath the tree full of gifts for me,” you sighed. Bucky put his hand on your knee, squeezing you lightly.

“If I’m being honest, half of them are for me,” he smirked, moving his hand to slide further up your dress and along your thigh. You moved his hand back to your knee, giving him a side eye.

“We’re like five minutes away - you think you can manage keeping your hands to yourself until we get home?” you asked, almost condescendingly.

“I’ve been working all night to keep ‘em to myself, angel. I don’t know how much longer I can last,” he simpered as you watched the speedometer tick up to 75.

“Well let’s try for five and we’ll see how things go from there,” you replied with a light smirk.

“I think you and I both know how things are gonna go,” he grinned.

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A week later and Christmas Eve finally arrived and you found yourself at the shop, surrounded by many familiar faces. As you were talking with Loki, Rosalie began ringing a little christmas bell to get everyone’s attention.

“Secret Santa time!,” her melodic voice sang from across the room.

“This should be entertaining,” Loki mused before he moved to join the growing circle Rose had organized.

You were a little worried about the gift you had gotten Wanda, but there wasn’t anything you could do now but hoped she liked it. As you approached the group, you took your seat next to Bucky, whose arm was already around it, as he spoke to Steve who was sitting on the other side of him.

After giving her little speech, Rosalie started off the gift exchange by handing her gift to Thor. Thor welcomed her gift readily and handed his gift to Yelena. Yelena had Steve, Steve had Clint, Clint had Loki, Loki had Kate, and so on and so on until it was Peter’s turn to give his gift to Bucky. Then it went from Bucky to Sam to Scott, who handed his gift to you with a smile. When everybody finally had their gift, Rosalie instructed everyone to open them.

Peter had gifted Bucky a nice set of whiskey glasses with an expensive bottle of whiskey to go with them.

You unwrapped your gift carefully as Scott looked on, looking more excited to watch you open it than he was to open his. Under the wrapping paper you found a gift set from your favorite beauty brand and a box of assorted See’s candies under it.

“This is perfect, Scott,” you smiled sincerely, getting up to hug him as you spoke. “Thank you so much!”

“I knew you’d like it! I mean, it was what you wrote on your paper, so duh, but still. I’m - I’m glad you like it,” he smiled his signature smile.

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The party continued well past midnight and you and Bucky got home a little after two in the morning. As you tried to head upstairs to get ready for bed, Bucky stopped you and instead directed you to sit on the couch by the tree.

“I thought we were gonna do gifts in the morning,” you said skeptically as Bucky bent down to search through the abundance of gifts sitting under the tree.

“It technically is morning,” he pointed out. “I want to give you your main gift right now.”

“Well, wait. I want to give you yours first,” you argued. You knew you were going to be shown up gift wise either way, but you figured you’d feel less bad if he opened his first.

“Doll -,”

“Please,” you said softly.

“Okay,” he conceded.

You got to your knees and looked for the box that held his ‘biggest’ gift.

He looked a little skeptical at the long thin box you handed him, but opened it anyway.

You were holding your breath as you watched him, still not sure how you even felt about it.

He opened it then looked up from the box, almost stunned, watching like he was waiting for you to say sike.

You just nervously bit your lip before looking down at the box yourself.

“Tickets,” he said. You nodded slowly.

“You know my sister lives here,” he said as he gestured to the plane tickets you had printed out.

“Yeah.. I, uh, I figured..if you still wanted us to meet, we could g-” your trepidatious explanation was interrupted by Bucky’s lips crashing into yours as he grabbed hold of your face.

“This is the best gift you could’ve given me,” he smiled. “You’ve really made my Christmas this year.”

You didn’t say anything, still fighting your anxiety at the thought of meeting anyone from Bucky’s family, and instead forced a smile. You knew he could feel your nerves, but he didn’t call you out on it. He took your hands in his and squeezed gently, leaning his head against yours for a moment before he pulled away and went back to looking for your gift.

He pulled out a small wrapped box and turned to you as you both sat kneeling in front of one another. He gently pushed you back so you were sitting completely on your heels. Your name leaving his lips, the first time in a while he’d actually used it, immediately had your undivided attention.

“Sweetheart. You know I love you. You know you’re my everything, and you know I’d do anything for you. You’re my soulmate, nothing could ever change that. We belong together. You’re mine,” he emphasized as he gently caressed your cheek. “Forever.” He pulled away only slightly to open the little box he held in his hand. You felt like you couldn’t breath as you stared at it, just blinking while he snapped open the lid. Suddenly, with the smallest movement of his hand, gleaming right at you was the most stunning diamond ring you’d ever seen. “You and I both know that. But I wanna make sure everybody else does, too.”

There was silence between you as you continued staring in shock at the ring he held. “Whadaya say, pretty girl?” he asked, finally getting you to break away from the ring and meet his eye again with the gentle nudge of his fingers along your chin, all the while you were trying to gain control of your breathing. “Marry me?”

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w1ldthoughts · 10 months

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The Forgotten One Chapter Three: Blank Slate

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Warnings: Mentions of injuries and death as well as medication and trauma.

Waking up with no memories of the last few years really had been a whirlwind so far. Physically, you were fine, the headaches were still lingering a bit but most of the bumps and other bruises were gone. The doctors had cleared you to look at screens so you were able to watch the television coverage of the accident and some glimpses of your relationship. And Jack and Cleo had done their best to do a pretty lengthy retelling of your life the last five years. But so far, nothing has been ringing a bell or jogging your memory in the slightest and on top of that, you’d been in the hospital for the last two weeks and were very ready to be set free.

“Knock, knock.” Jack said, stepping into your room as you watched the same episode of Snapped for the fourth time that week. “I brought you some much needed entertainment and I confirmed with the doctors that this was okay. Your phone was shattered in the accident but I got you a new one with all of your pictures and everything on it. Figured you’d want to see your ‘get well soon’ messages and all that.”

“Ugh, thank you. You’re a lifesaver, I thought I was actually in danger of dying from boredom here soon.” You tell him with a light laugh. He hands you the package and helps you plug the phone in, the apple symbol flashing brightly before eventually leading you to your home screen. It was a picture of the two of you on a chair, you were in his lap flashing a big smile as he kissed your cheek. A sense of warmth washed over you and your heart clenched, the joy and love practically jumping off the screen, something that you desperately wanted your brain to register. To no avail. The more you looked at the picture the more it hurt, your heart and body could respond but your mind was miles away from catching up. You pushed down your disappointment to face another problem.

“Do—can you unlock my phone? I don’t remember the password.”

He immediately steps in and pushes the numbers. “Shit of course, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that.”

“No worries.” You yawn, “I’m just ready to get some sleep in a normal bed. You probably are too, you’ve been staying on that little ass couch for the last week. I’m sure that’s not the most comfortable thing in the world.”

“I don’t mind. It’s better than leaving you here by yourself and hopefully you’ll be home soon.” He says sadly, secretly hoping that when you do go home, it’s with him.

After you finish setting up your phone and successfully changing the password, you place it on the table and pat an empty spot on the bed, welcoming Jack to come close. “Thank you for staying by my side. I feel conflicted because I know you mean everything to me, it’s obvious. I can literally feel my heart beating out of my chest sometimes when I see you but then up here?” You gesture to your head, “it’s just…empty. But you’ve been so solid this whole time. So thank you for that. And thank you for being here with me every single day.”

He pats your leg softly, shaking his head. “We love each other in sickness and in health. So where else would I be?”

His response makes you laugh. “I know my memory isn’t the best but I’m pretty sure we’re not married, Jack.”

“Technically no but I’ve definitely suggested we elope like six times. If it was up to me we would’ve been married already.”

Two days later you were discharged from the hospital and packing all of your gifts up to take them home with you. After a lengthy talk with your parents, everyone agreed that it would probably be best for you to go back to your home with Jack, only because he had more space and Cleo was going to be back at work. You felt bad even asking her to consider it because she’d already spent so much time at your bedside and asking her for just one more thing seemed like overkill. You also didn’t miss the shy smile on Jack’s face when you finally made your decision. He had a driver come pick the two of you up since his left arm was still bound to a sling for the next couple weeks. The drive to the house was quiet since it was just the two of you. Your parents headed to Jack’s earlier to drop off some of your other gifts and then headed off to grab everyone dinner to celebrate your first night out of the hospital. It didn’t seem like a big deal to you but they had all pretty much watched and waited for you to either be brain dead or wake up. So you understood all the fuss to some extent.

When the driver put in the gate code and entered the property you were stunned. You knew Jack had money but the house that you supposedly had been living in for the last year was absolutely insane to look at. Calling it a house was honestly an understatement, this was an estate. They were in a secluded area, the only building in sight for a couple miles and it just made the outside light shine even brighter on the modern stone home. Once you were inside, the view got even better.

“This place—our place, it’s…incredible.” You whisper out as the driver and one of Jack’s assistants unload everything from the car.

“Yeah it’s not bad,” he responds with a chuckle. “You really added your own personal touch to a lot of it. I can give you the tour if you’d like?”

You nod and allow him to lead the way. The two of you walk through the house and talk about every decoration and element that you both agreed upon when you first moved in brought happy memories to his mind.

One year earlier…

“I really do want this to be our home. So how about we get in touch with somebody and redecorate?” Jack asks.

You rejoiced internally, celebrating the fact that not only had he made it clear that he wanted a future with you by moving you in, but that he wanted it to be a true partnership and valued your opinion. “First things first, we change the black wood floors for some nice marble and lighten up this place a bit. You are not Christian Grey baby, it’s gotta go. Let’s let some light in.”

He snakes his arms around you waist and tucks his head in your neck after placing a tender kiss to your shoulder. “Whatever you want, bubs.”

The next few weeks, there was a piece of you in every room in the home. New gray couches and thin light fixtures, lights on the staircase and new artwork to add some color to the previously neutral bachelor pad.

“You know we’re going to have to do this all over again when we have kids.” Jack uttered with a sigh, happily sitting in their new and improved living room. He really did enjoy what they’d done with everything. “Those stairs and beams are definitely going to have to go. I’m not taking my babies to the emergency room because of modern architecture.”

The fact that he even thought about what would happen in the next few years meant a lot. And it was really sexy to even think about him baby-proofing your home in the future. Both of you spent the rest of the night talking about your future family and raising them in a home that was sure to be filled with love.

Jack was snapped out of his daydream when you flinched at his touch on the small of your back as you walked back down the stairs to join everyone down there for dinner. He was half crushed, half mortified at the sight of you visibly recoiling at the thought of physical contact with him. Before he could even apologize, you stepped in.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you I just—I wasn’t expecting it.” You uttered apprehensively.

He nodded slowly, eyes downcast and you felt shitty for rejecting the simple gesture. “Don’t worry, let’s just go eat and we can talk some more later.”

Dinner was thankfully uneventful. You and Jack didn’t really cross paths much because your parents were showering you with all this love and attention that was nice, but you were honestly glad they were flying back home in the morning. They’d spent so much time worrying about you and taking care of you in the first few days when you woke up that you were glad to have some time and space to breathe a bit on your own. But not before you talked to Cleo.

“Dude, I really need your help. My mind is so stuck on this very different version of Jack than the one that’s in front of me and I really am trying but all I can think of is us calling him ‘Voldemort’ for a year, which to me was literally yesterday.”

Your best friend giggles into her glass of water. “We were funny as fuck for that. Literally calling him ‘He Who Shall Not be Named.’”

“But in our defense that man was rude. Do you remember when he threw that phone at his assistant? Like damn, how am I supposed to just be suddenly in love with this person?”

Cleo gives you a look, the look. The one that not-so-subtly tells you to stop overthinking. “Baby, you know I would never lie to you. Yes, we thought Jack was an evil boss for a very long time. But he’s also the love of your life. At least give him the chance to show you why, please? For me?” She clasps her hands together and bats her eyelashes until you relent. You were living in his guest room, the least you could do was form a friendship.

Cleo left you alone an hour later and gave you a hug, “you can do this. The hard part was waking up, the rest is going to be a breeze.”

God, you desperately needed that to be true. And when you turned around and walked back to the living room to find Jack on the couch, it really hit you. You were living in a mansion with your boss—boyfriend, who you were supposed to know, but didn’t know at all. Simple stuff if you really think about it.

Thankfully, the events of the day had exhausted you completely and you let Jack know you were headed off to bed. He told you to give him a second as he stood up and headed to the kitchen, swiftly coming back a few minutes later with your meds and a cup of water. You thanked him for the thinning of everything for you and walked behind him up the stairs, standing next to him awkwardly as you bid him goodnight. You didn’t know whether to hug him or give him a high-five, so you did neither.

“I’m just down the hall if you need anything. See you in the morning.” His voice wavered sadly but he tried to keep it together. The thought of you being in the same house but not in the room with him brought up several emotions, most that he wasn’t ready for. It was probably for the best that his room was a little ways away in case he shed a few tears in your previously shared bed.

Meanwhile you spent the next two hours tossing and turning in this foreign king sized guest bed. There were so many questions, it was time to look for some answers. You began to look through your phone, reading some of the texts wishing you a speedy recovery and that made you feel good. At least people cared and it seemed like in the last five years you were still a good person at your core. In your notes, Jack had put in all of the important passwords that you would potentially need so you looked up your laptop password and googled yourself and Jack. The Prince and Princess of Kentucky. The names made you want to vomit. But there was so much content to go through. Pictures of the two of you at the Kentucky Derby dressed to the nines, at various University of Louisville sporting events, it was like you two were attached at the hip most times. Sometimes the camera caught you looking at each other like no one else was even in the room. Your life looked like some fucking Wattpad storybook shit. How in the hell had this even happened?

Two nights later, Jack woke up in a cold sweat and out of breath. He rubbed at his sore arm and slipped out of his room and tip-toed downstairs. But there you were, already seated on the couch, covered in your favorite blanket which he smiled at because it had to have been a subconscious decision. And of course Modern Family was playing.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” He asked with a sigh, gingerly lowering himself onto the couch on the opposite side of you.

You let out a dry laugh. “Don’t think I’ll be getting a normal night of sleep for a while to be honest. I can’t remember much, but I do keep seeing flashes of things from that night. Like flashes of an impact and the sound of glass breaking…Why aren’t you asleep?”

Jack clears his throat. “I—I had a nightmare, again. And I was hoping that Sofia Vergara would make me feel better but looks like you beat me to it.” He chuckled.

“What can I say…her accent is sexy. Everything about her is sexy.”

Hearing you laugh again made him forget everything for a second. Like everything was normal, even just for a fickle moment. But reality always has a way of creeping back in.

“I can’t get past it and it’s like I’m replaying it in my mind on a loop, there’s no room for anything else.” You whisper out with a tremble in your voice.

“Can—can I ask you what happened in your nightmare? Only if you’re comfortable talking about it. Maybe it’ll help you unpack how you’re feeling and help me get out of whatever this weird spell I’ve been in. Everyone has been so focused on me and how I’m feeling I haven’t even gotten the chance to ask you and see how you’re doing and clearly, we’re both struggling. So why not struggle…together.”

With a deep sigh, he began to speak. “The light was green. And I know for a fact that it was because I was looking at you and the green was reflecting on your face so I turned to make sure before I went. And then—we got hit. Your side. I was screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like 15 minutes but was probably only maybe three.” His eyes filled with tears as he struggled to continue, but he needed it and you did too.

“You were out cold and I thought you were dead for a second. I couldn’t move my left arm so I grabbed you with my right arm and kept repeating your name but you couldn’t hear me. Your nose was bleeding and your pulse was weak and then the world just kind of faded away. Everything was just dark. And yeah some nights I wake up thinking that I’m back there but this time you’re actually gone and there’s nothing I can do to bring you back.”

Some voice in your head or from the universe just brings your body forward to wrap him up in your arms, careful to not jostle his bad side too much. “I’m here. I’m right here and so are you, we’re gonna be okay. Cleo reminded me the other night that we already did the hard part, we woke up, we’re alive. Everything else is going to be easy from here.” You sniff, wiping at the tears that won’t stop streaming down your face.

“We should make each other a promise.” You tell him and he looks at you like he’s both deep in thought and utterly confused as you hold out your pinky. “We have to talk to each other about how we’re feeling, no matter what time of day it is. The only person that knows what we’re going through is us, so we need to lean on each other as much as we can. Pinky promise?”

He lets out a wet laugh, using his sleeve to clean himself up before joining your pinkies together. “Pinky promise. We talk to each other no matter the time.”

Waking up was hard and they had done it. Little did they know, the hardest part was yet to come.

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idlerin · 1 year

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nonsense — 12. i despise you

five years ago still,,

“quit whispering in my ear, people are starting to stare,” you whisper to oikawa who was sitting next to you, arm lazily placed around the back of your chair. maybe they weren’t just staring at the both of you because of the whispering. you were already standing out being the only one in black in the midst of the white aoba johsai uniform.

“hm?” he hummed directly in your ear, which made you shiver involuntarily, you only hoped he didn’t notice, but of course he did. you see the teasing smile he held, something you were oh so familiar to.

the both of you were currently in his school, because that’s where the joint assembly was held, you had the choice to come here by classroom assignments or by club, you chose to come by club because then there would be less people crammed in the bus.

“i despise you,” you say to him when he starts playing with your hair. the amount of staring got worse. he was popular! did he forget about that? it’s like you could feel the harsh glares of the jealous girls wishing they could be in your position. they could take it! gladly!

but then you don’t really mean that, do you? shut up mind!

“okay, [name]-chan,” he says, eyes at the front as if he was listening to whatever the speaker was saying, honestly, you weren’t too, maybe you’ll ask your classmates tomorrow or something.

you’ve known of oikawa tooru since junior high, he was already popular since then (has this man ever lived when he wasn’t popular?). he was that cool and attractive senior everyone had a crush on, even you were enraptured, he was just so charming, but then you quickly realized that most of his smiles were fake the day you confessed to him, sorta.

it was the last day before his batch's graduation, he was surrounded by people like usual while you were anxiously carrying out a gift (it was milk bread, since you learned from a senior that it was his favorite food) to confess to him with. you tried to find a moment where you could be alone with him, it was difficult, since people kept approaching him left and right and you weren’t about to just walk over and hand him a gift, how embarrassing that would be, you didn’t even think he knew who you were.

but eventually, he was left alone, and you were there from afar watching how his cheery smile fell from his face and what’s left was a tired expression. you were taken aback since you never saw your senior look so gloomy. you hesitantly stepped closer, not saying a word and handing him a gift.

he looked up at you at first, confused, then you watched his mask slip on again as he gave you a smile, “oh? what’s this?” he took the gift gratefully as you froze in his presence.

“i-i’m your number one supporter,” you bowed, face heating up because you stuttered. a lot of people have probably said that to him.

“you’re… [name], right?” the way he spoke your name made your heart beat obnoxiously faster. he knew your name! oh my god he knew your name! how did he know your name? “you’re from the journalism club, i see you around our games documenting it, thank you for the praises for our club!”

“you’re welcome,” was the only thing you could say as you stood up straight again. “i’ve also seen some of the shows you’ve been in so far, i think you’re really talented,” your face was impossibly redder. “t-that’s all, thank you, goodbye,” you say and run away, you hear him call out another thanks but you didn’t have the courage to look back.

you thought that was the last you’ll see of him, since you didn’t end up in the same highschool anyways, and your tiny little crush on him had faded. that was until you showed up at the house of the little boy named takeru you were supposed to be tutoring and jumped when you saw his figure sprawled on the couch. you continued tutoring takeru peacefully and ignored oikawa tooru. the last time you saw him was embarrassing, you think he’s forgotten about you already, you hoped he has.

but when you were on your way to leave he waved a complacent goodbye, “have a safe walk back home, [name]!”

and all of that lead you here to this moment, the assembly had ended and you were being dragged around by oikawa tooru to his classroom because he forgot something in there and decided you should come with him. now you were sitting on one of the classroom chairs— it was a really nice desk, why couldn’t karasuno get a clean not-carved by students' desk.

you watched as oikawa pokes his hand inside his desk among the countless school supplies he left there.

“what are you trying to find?” you ask, head laying on the desk.

“my pen! the one you gave me,” he said, “here it is,” he says triumphantly, showing you the pen with a crow design on it, yes you gave the captain of aoba johsai karasuno merch, what about it?

oikawa leans back on his chair, stretching, “god, i’m tired.”

“has your schedule been packed this week too?” you ask, face scrunched up, you were worried of course, for the past year, you’ve been exposed to oikawa’s rather hectic life, you try to remind him all the time to watch his health.

“yeah, glad i have the weekend off though,” he sighs, he then stood up from where he sat, walking in front of you, blocking your view of the board, “do you want to go eat out?”

you pause, looking up at him, “are you asking me out?” your face heated up at the thought, you just blurted that out without thinking, you were just supposed to ask that in your head.

oikawa notices again, of course he does, he notices everything. he leaned down a little, a hand on the back of your chair, the other on the desk, "[name]-chan, it seems like you're starting to fall for me," he smirks, he was teasing you like usual.

you try to give him a deadpan face as you curl your hand around his tie, tugging him down close to your face, you felt his breath hitch, now he knows how it feels, "and what if I am?” you say boldly. inside you were a complete mess, because why were you confessing, why were you confessing.

alone in this big classroom with just him and you, the warm hues of the sun filtering from the glass windows, from this angle, oikawa’s face was just so close, you realize you were still holding onto his tie so you let go of it abruptly.

you watch as oikawa gulps, “i like you too, [name],” he says it softly. it wasn’t teasing anymore, and now the two of you were incredibly red.

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✦ fun facts !

[name] meets the other boys shortly after this

oikawa and [name] dated for a year and a half!

[name] is a tsundere, if it isn’t obvious enough lol

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — god i love writing fluff

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satans-helper · 19 days

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Smother the Flame in Your Heart - Part XXII

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: sexy time;) [18+ only]

I'm back...very late...again. It's not because I love this fic any less--just bullshit. Trying to get back into the game! And I'll be seeing our boys again very soon so I'm sure I'll be even more inspired after that ;)

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“Whoa, look who’s gracing us with his presence!” Josh said, laughing with unnecessary giddiness, as he roped Sam into a hug just as he stepped past the front door. Sam rolled his eyes as Josh squeezed him, his shorter brother’s face pressed against his chest, but hugged him back anyway. It was good to be home, and he was never one to disparage a royal welcome.

“I know, I know,” Sam said, then let out a sharp breath once Josh released him. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at the sight of Danny following along, a backpack over one of those broad shoulders and Sam’s overnight bag in his hand. “And look who I brought with me.”

Josh immediately tackled Danny into a fierce hug next. Danny huffed with surprise and staggered–Josh was deceptively solid and strong, nearly knocking him off his feet and Sam’s bag to the floor. He managed to set it down so he could properly hug Josh back, resting his chin on top of fluffy curls. “Hey, bud. Long time, no see.”

Josh pulled back and grinned up at Danny. “No shit.” He sighed happily and stepped to the side, keeping one arm around Danny’s waist. “I’ve been waiting way too long for the family to be back together again.”

“You and me both,” Danny admitted, catching Sam’s eye as his boyfriend silently shook his head with a slight grin on his face.

“Where’s Jake?” Sam asked, grabbing his overnight bag from the floor. Although he was a little tender and shaky with nerves at this more official reunion that he was not going to retreat from, his heart sank at the thought of Jake sequestering himself alone in his room.

“I’m here,” Jake called from the kitchen, then the sound of bottles clinking together rang through the house as if he really wanted to make himself known. Everyone paused–a second later, Jake emerged holding four bottles of beer.

“And with gifts,” Sam said, foregoing the bag to grab two beers for himself and Danny. Then he looped his arms around Jake and hugged him as best he could–Jake immediately reciprocated, and the beer bottles clinked against each other’s backs.

Jake chuckled, eyes bright when Sam stepped back and really looked at him. “Glad to have you home, Sammy,” he said, so earnest. His gaze traveled behind, though Sam didn’t feel compelled to follow it all the way. “And welcome back, Danny.”

“Thank you. Such a warm welcome,” Danny replied, also so earnest that Sam couldn’t help but smile–really smile.

Numerous beers, cigarettes and bowls and bongs later, all four boys were so high and drunk that everything that had happened before seemed so far away and totally inconsequential. It was a clear, early summer night around them and the sky above them on that notorious deck was deep blue and scattered with stars, occasionally broken up by swirling tendrils of gray smoke that came from their lips and fingertips.

Josh was playing some disco mix he’d made over the Bluetooth speaker, though the cicadas clinging to the trees around them almost drowned it out. Although he was still sitting in a chair like the others, he was constantly moving, swaying and bobbing his head to the tunes he’d chosen. Jake was sitting next to him in the circle, body a little more stoic but his face surprisingly jubilant in the warm glow of the lights overhead–he was sipping his current beer very slowly, Sam noted, which meant he was even more drunk than he was letting on. He didn’t want to go overboard. Sam started to ponder why that might be until Danny shoved another beer into his hand, distracting him, then he was distracted even more when Danny planted a sloppy, wet kiss on his mouth.

“Ooh!” Josh cheered, giggling ridiculously.

Beyond his closed eyes and Danny’s self-satisfied chuckle against his mouth, Sam heard Jake laugh too. So he relaxed, sighing into the kiss and gently bringing his arms to Danny’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

Jake wasn’t at all surprised when, a few minutes later, Danny was dragging Sam by the waistband of his shorts upstairs and into his younger brother’s bedroom. Josh laughed the whole time, then chugged the remaining couple ounces of beer he’d been hanging onto before he turned to his twin again.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” he asked, setting the empty bottle down with a soft clink, then a louder sigh while he rubbed his stomach. “Good lord, I’m full of bubbles.”

Just a few weeks ago, Jake wouldn’t have been. But now, assuring Josh he was, in fact, alright felt as authentic and real as anything. He was grateful for what he’d received and experienced–Danny as a friend, being spared that frightening wrath from Sam and actually given the opportunity to feel Danny bite and drink from him. That last thing had surpassed his wildest dreams and the memory, though unfortunately faded, pulsed through his mind at least once a day. He was sure it would be that way for a very, very long time.

Even Sam’s own happiness, he was grateful for that too–now, it gave Jake hope that someday, he’d find his soulmate too. Ideally, also a hot vampire but even if not, he knew that person was out there trying to find him.

In Sam’s bedroom, Danny and Sam were all giggles and smiles between heated, fast kisses and even faster hands–Danny was tearing Sam’s clothes off, not that there was much to tear away. The skimpy shorts and thin t-shirt were gone in a flash, then it was Sam trying to get his boyfriend just as stripped down.

Danny pushed Sam down to sit at the end of the bed, dropping to his knees before him. Sam let out a soft sigh when Danny’s mouth pressed against his thigh, then said, “I thought you wouldn’t wanna fool around while we’re here.”

“Well, Sammy, in case you haven’t noticed,” Danny said, looking up at him between Sam’s splayed legs, eyes full of warm desire and bright mischief. “I’m drunk and I don’t care.”

Sam actually did–just a little. Just enough to turn on some music to distract from their own sounds, mostly Danny’s choking and moaning as he sucked him off.

“Ah–fuck.” Sam grabbed Danny’s hair, tangling his fingers in those curls while his boyfriend bobbed his head, slobbered and jerked off the base of his cock like an expert. Whatever the twins were doing, Sam had no idea. His focus was wholly on Danny’s sweet, warm, wet mouth around him, the tongue swirling around his shaft and up to the head, the big palm cupping and squeezing his balls.

"Mmm,” Danny hummed, sending delightful vibrations through Sam’s groin that made him twitch and laugh, fingers tightening in all that thick hair. His boyfriend slid up slowly, saliva dripping down his chin and onto the head of Sam’s dick, jerking him off while he licked his slick lips. “You like that?”

Sam nodded, his own hair falling into his face. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed, tracing the pad of his thumb over one of Danny’s eyebrows.

Danny brought one hand down to his own cock, painfully hard and already leaking precum. Without being drunk, he really didn’t think he would have pursued Sam like this in the Kiszka house–not so soon after what they’d been through–and he definitely wouldn’t have kissed him out back in front of the twins. But the feelings behind his actions were real, of course, and he was glad he had the help of liquid courage to actually act, not just think and feel. The thoughts of the twins were far away even though they were still right outside, or downstairs, or even upstairs in their room–he had no idea. He didn’t care. He kept his focus on swallowing Sam’s cock down his throat as best he could, making his boyfriend moan uncontrollably, the beautiful sounds mingling with the music from the stereo that Danny also couldn’t focus much on.

A sharp jab of Sam’s hips made Danny choke again. He sat back and wiped his chin with the back of his hand, looking up at Sam with his eyes slightly blurry with tears: “I want you to fuck me.”

Sam smiled big and bright, then pulled Danny up onto the bed. Pliant from alcohol, it didn’t take much effort to get him onto his stomach–Sam sat behind him and grabbed Danny’s hips, propping his ass up in the air, then draped himself over his backside.

“I want it,” Danny said quietly, turning his head to try and look at Sam, but all he could see was some dark hair and the tip of his nose. But the it he felt was the hard cock pressed against the small of his back, then one shift of Sam’s hips made it slide down just a little further.

“You want what?” Sam asked, but he was already maneuvering away to grab the lube and appease Danny’s–and his own–desires.

Danny looked over his shoulder again but quickly dropped his head down to rest on top of his hands when he felt the cool slide of lube and Sam’s fingers run through his crack. He was hoping his soft groan would be taken as an answer, but then Sam slid not one, but two, fingers inside quickly and asked him again what he wanted.

“I want–” Danny began, cut off at the jab against his prostate. He keened and closed his eyes, dropping his head down again. But then Sam paused and Danny could feel weight shifting behind him, then Sam’s chin was pressing down into his shoulder, waiting once more. Danny sighed and tried to kiss him, but Sam pulled away.

“Tell me,” Sam urged, the slight authority in his voice overpowered by the audible drunken slur. It almost made Danny laugh, but he really was growing impatient.

“I want you, Sammy,” he pleaded, slurring a bit himself, and arching his back. “I want your cock, please, baby?”

Sam slid his fingers forward again, making Danny shudder and moan. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you beg,” he said. His own cock was as hard as Danny’s still surprisingly was–for as pleasurable as it could be, taking anything up the ass could scare an erection away, especially if you weren’t totally accustomed to it. It wasn’t all that often that Danny offered himself up like this, and it made Sam feel proud and accomplished that his boyfriend was so hot for him that nothing could ruin that.

And he was soon in awe of Danny on top of him, his legs spread wide over Sam’s narrow hips, his big, hard dick rubbing gently over Sam’s belly. He stared up at him, chest tightening when he saw the gleam of Danny’s sharp fangs between his parted lips; Danny caught his gaze and winked, his fingers clutching Sam’s pecs for a second before he tweaked his nipples, making Sam giggle, then moan.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” Sam said, barely more than a whisper, with his hands running down Danny’s sides.

“Mhmm,” Danny agreed, leaning forward to brace one hand on the headboard. He got low enough to meet Sam’s face–he pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then his lips as Sam giggled again and hooked an arm around Danny’s shoulders.

One of the twins’ bedroom doors shutting took Danny out of the moment. “Shit.” He looked over his shoulder, pausing the shifting of his body, but Sam clenched his hands around his hips to try and get him moving again.

“What? No one cares,” Sam said, putting one hand on the back of Danny’s neck. Danny faced him again and Sam pulled him down further, enough to latch his mouth onto his neck. Danny moaned softly and let Sam’s other hand coerce him back into his gentle ride, his cock rubbing continually across Sam’s stomach.

Sam’s abs tensed beneath the contact; his cock throbbed inside Danny, who picked up the pace, moving his hips back and forth with enough vigor to make a rough moan rip out of Sam’s mouth. Danny grunted, his hands gripping Sam’s pecs hard, fingers digging into Sam’s flesh, and the dull pain made Sam wince before it made him chuckle softly. His own fingers hooked into curls at Danny’s nape, tugging just enough to reciprocate the feeling, as he watched Danny’s cheeks turn pink and a slight sheen of sweat make his forehead and chest gleam.

The thick ache of lust in his chest and groin was so strong, but the sharp pang of adoration and affection that struck Sam’s heart like an arrow was just as strong. Maybe even stronger, and Sam found himself gazing up at his man, his favorite person, his sweetheart, with that same heart in his chest thumping with the same rhythm as Danny’s gyrations. He could look at Danny forever–he could get swallowed by the depths of those enchanting eyes, slip into that charming smile, the unbelievably gorgeous face of his earth-bound angel that, for whatever reason, had found his way to Sam’s own wild self.

And Sam didn’t need Danny to verbalize that, even in the moment, Danny was mirroring his love-laden thoughts. Those sparkling eyes were regarding Sam so seriously, so intently, that Sam really did feel like he was going to fall into that dark forest, willingly wander through the trees of Danny’s soul forever, tuck himself into the warmth there.

Danny’s fingers dug harder into Sam’s chest when Sam began to stroke him and the hand on his nape slid down to his ass, those long fingers digging in just as hard. He moaned softly just looking at Sam’s pretty face, those delicate features woven with keen masculinity, that gave away all his thoughts, the wanting hands all over Danny’s body–how could he ever want anyone else?

The orgasm rumbled deep in Danny’s belly and the build-up was short-lived–Sam twisted his hand around his cock just right, just once, and Danny whined and went severely tense, then severely slack, limbs loose, his grip on Sam’s chest finally relenting. Sam kept stroking, the warm palm of his hand spreading the even warmer cum along Danny’s shaft as he took over with energetic jabs of his hips upwards, fucking into Danny with the vigor that Danny could no longer muster.

“So good for me,” Sam said, voice soft as a summer breeze, his pupils huge when Danny opened his own eyes again to look at him. Danny nodded, feeling useless and even somewhat helpless as Sam jerked him off until he was so overstimulated that he whimpered and grabbed a thin wrist to tear Sam’s devilish hand away.

Sam brought that hand to Danny’s flushed face, stroking his cheek, running his thumb over his lower lip. “Sorry, baby.” His own lips parted in delighted surprise as Danny licked his own cum off Sam’s fingers, his gaze fierce and challenging as if daring Sam to finally come himself. And it was only a moment later that Sam did, sputtering and muttering messy praise and affirmations, wrapping his arms tight around Danny’s body to pull him in close.

“Dirty boy,” Danny said before he licked his lips, then pressed them to Sam’s throat with a petal-soft kiss.

Sam laughed, petting Danny’s long, sturdy backside. “That’s you!” He felt Danny’s attempt to lift himself off Sam’s spent dick, but Sam just tightened his hold and kept him there. He closed his eyes and gave himself another minute for his breathing to slow, for the need to sleep to actually creep in, then kissed Danny’s shoulder as he gave a pat to his lower back.

The signal given, Danny slowly moved off Sam and flopped onto his side. Sam followed, rolling to look at him, their faces just a couple inches apart. They stared at one another, Sam being the first to break the faux-stoic gazes with his lips pursing as if holding back laughter before he broke into a smirk.

“Oh,” Danny said, rolling his eyes and sitting up. “You want me to tuck you in.”

“Yup,” Sam agreed, gleeful as Danny pulled the blanket up over both of them.

“Then it’s your job to get the light. And turn off the music.”

Sam sat up then, grabbing his phone from the night table to follow those instructions; he stretched over to switch off the lamp without complaint. Then it was the two of them caught in nothing but soft cotton and moonlight–the cool light coming through the blinds made Danny’s face look both softer and sharper at once. His eyes reflected soft moonlight, his long lashes cast a shadow beneath his eyes, and the pink flush on his cheeks had been swapped out for a blue so pale it was almost white. Sam reached out to touch one cheek, still warm beneath his fingers, and Danny smiled as he closed his eyes.

Sam was up for a little while, watching Danny’s features soften even more as deep sleep took over, until he couldn’t fight off sleep overtaking him too, cascading over him like a warm wave.

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dont-f-with-moogles · 4 months

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hello Terra ♡

new follower here (on Val's recommendation btw) discovering your works and enjoying them a lot so far!

can I request prompt 26 secret Santa gift exchange for the Survey Corps Vets? there's no way this would go smoothly with such a bunch of weirdos, right? you can include ships (I love them all) to pep up your story if you feel like it

thank you for taking prompts and happy holidays (*^‿^*)

Festive Fics 26: Secret Santa Gift Exchange

How Mike Stole Christmas (Canon Universe) Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharius, Nanaba, Moblit Berner 602 words

Mike seized the final scrap of paper lying inside a squat, cardboard box. Erwin placed the empty vessel on his desk before addressing the small group before him in the same formal tones that he used during every expedition briefing.

“And so concludes the drawing of names for this year’s Secret Santa. Now, just a few reminders with regards to the rules. 5000 yen spending limit. No items which include hazardous, corrosive or highly flammable matter. No conspiring to exchange names with one another.” At this he gave a pointed stare in Hange’s direction.

There came a derisive snort from the back of the group. Heads turned towards Mike Zacharius who glanced up triumphantly.

“Hey, Hange. Seeing as you’ve got me, don’t bother buying me a gift. Just swap outpost duty with me next weekend?”

Hange blinked; their eyes magnified alarmingly behind dark, square frames. “Huh? Surely your nose doesn’t possess that level of power, Mike… unless…”

“Well…” Mike strode with his hands clasped behind him and head thrown back so that his celebrated appendage was held proudly in the air. “...not only do I know that you do indeed have me Hange, but I’ve also figured out who everyone else has too…”

Stopping abruptly, Mike gave a sudden nod of his head.

“Levi didn’t put in a name or take one out. He doesn’t want to participate.”

Levi scowled at him.

“Never do. How’d you figure that much out?”

“I got a whiff of ink and paper from everyone here… apart from you.” Mike’s nostrils flared. “Standing next to you, all I smell is deception.”

“Meanwhile, Hange’s expression was just like the first time they saw Levi using ODM gear.” Mike paused to inhale deeply. “The air is thick with awe and… pheromones.”

Beneath their misted frames, Hange’s face glowed pink. “Why thank you.”

“...but that’s just because you slipped Levi’s name in the box when he wasn’t looking and you’re excited to see who picked it.”

Levi closed his eyes in frustration. Mike continued his course, hesitating to sniff the air beside Moblit’s ear. Hange’s subordinate gave a visible shudder.

“Increased perspiration, panic and dread. You could cut the air with it,” Mike concluded. “Moblit pulled Levi’s name. Erwin drew Moblit…”

The Survey Corps Commander regarded Mike coolly. “I thought I kept a remarkably impassive expression and maintained my body temperature throughout the whole ordeal.”

“But you can’t fool me.” Mike tipped his finger from his forehead towards Erwin. “I saw you mouthing ‘Moblit Brenner…?’ with obvious confusion.”

Moblit sighed. “It’s Berner. Sir, I’ve served alongside you for the past five-”

“And, lastly, I caught Nanaba’s clean, refreshing aroma of relief,” Mike cut across him. “She eyed up Hange’s frog crocs immediately after she picked their name. Nanaba’s been dying for an excuse to buy them a new pair. Those old things are falling apart so badly, they’re more hole than shoe by this point.”

“B-but they’re comfy!”

“And I drew Nanaba.” Mike waved his own slip of paper. “That’s why I need next weekend off. I’ve booked a little place outside the district…” He offered her a wink.

“So Mike single-handedly sank the whole thing?” Levi’s brows were contracted in disbelief.

“So, I didn’t get picked at all?” Erwin gasped faintly. “Hange, how could you just throw my slip out…?”

“Let’s punish him.” A glint of light flashed dangerously where it caught on Hange’s glasses. “Shall we draw the names again and leave Mike out this time?”

“Wait, wait - ” Mike’s voice caught in his throat. “You can’t blame me! Blame my nose - it’s both a gift and a curse!”

#omg as soon as I got this one I thought of that Brooklyn 99 cold opening and just had to write it like this 😁#welcome Victoria! 👋#mike zacharias #and his almighty nose #erwin smith #hange zoe #levi ackerman #moblit berner #nanaba #moblit always suffers #levihan #mikenana #aot vets #attack on titan #snk #brooklyn 99 #festive fics #my writing

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sanctuary1988 · 21 days

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~ A Flower For A Flower |6| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, fluff, angst, SO MUCH TENSION, I CAN'T-, creepy man tries to hurt flower, language, food ingestion, blood, minor injury, general vampire stuff, power play, secrets, criticism, period typical misogyny, age gap (huge), dark romance, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 4.2k words

A/N: Hi, everyone! So thanks to @yumisventingmachine and @my-day6 and their lovely comments I got inspired and chapter 6 is early for you, darlings of mine!

Please let me know what you think in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves 🫶🫶🫶

You were getting ready in your room. The candles around you flickered softly as you brushed your hair, pinning two strands to the back of your head with golden pins. Tonight you were to have dinner at the royal palace. Gwi told you to accompany him and honestly, you didn’t know why he desired your company that much, especially at an event that was exclusive for high officers and the royal council.

With delicate motions you straightened out the outer skirt of your dress. It was white with a single layer of red fabric on it that matched the bodice. A simple black ornament dangled from your waist and even though you chose a non-traditional hairstyle, you felt beautiful in your dress. In your own skin.

Gwi had told you to wear red. You had obeyed. You were there to obey his every command. His every request. His every wish. You softly bit into an inked paper with red tint to paint your lips in a crimson shade that matched your beautiful dress. And just as you were satisfied with your look, you saw the vampire lord enter your bedroom through the mirror.

With slow steps he approached you, his hands were behind his back while his eyes took in your beauty. That same beauty that had captivated his mind the first time he saw you. That beauty that had poisoned his dark heart with a beam of light.

Your eyes met his through the mirror, (e/c) danced with a crimson sea as you looked at him. Eyes stoic, not revealing another emotion other than the mesmerising feeling that gripped his heart a bit too tight.

You swallowed as he stood behind you, his tall frame towering over you as he looked at you with his scrutinising gaze that was enough to make you shiver. Gwi also wore red, a beautiful red gown with a black outer robe that trailed behind him with every step he took.

“I’ve been mesmerised by your beauty since the moment we met. And yet you always manage to look more enchanting before my eyes with each new glance, sweet flower.”

A subtle blush dusted your cheeks, illuminated by the candles in the room that was now your home. You lowered your gaze, suppressing the smile that threatened to spread across your lips at his confession. For you, as well, had been mesmerised by him since your eyes locked with his.

“I have something for you.”

His words made you look at him once more through the mirror, curiosity swarmed in your eyes as you watched him untangle his hands from behind his back only for you to see a beautiful hairpin in his hold. It was brown with delicate red flowers on it and two tear pearls hung from a small silver chain that sparkled in the dimly lit room.

Your lips parted at the beauty of the jewel he was gifting you.You were no stranger to luxury, your life had always been filled with jewels and precious things with great value but this gift, even though it was as elegant and equally luxurious as your other hairpins held something special within. Something unique.

“A flower for my flower.”

He murmured as his fingers grabbed a piece of your hair. Gwi marvelled at the softness of your hair, silky in its nature, shiny in its complexity. It almost felt sinful to touch it like this, with such intimacy, with such delicacy. You watched in contemplation, in admiration to the man who kept you close to him as he twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers before he tangled it in the hairpin that was now yours.

“It’s beautiful.”

Your words were whispered into the air. Said almost too quietly, afraid to break the sudden intimacy you were dancing in with the mysterious lord that had you under his power while your eyes shimmered with unspoken emotions that hung in the air.

His hands rested on your shoulders, the sweet perfume of your hair invaded his senses and Gwi realised in that moment just how close he was standing to you. He looked at the mirror in front of you only to find your eyes were already looking at him.

“I’m glad you like it. I bought it for you.”

And there it was. That innocent smile he adored so much danced once more over your lips. His hands slid down your arms and you felt a shiver run down your spine, you could almost feel the heat radiating from his body.

“You are truly the most beautiful flower in my garden, petal of mine.”

Your heart was thumping wildly in your chest that you were scared for a second he could hear it. You were too cold and too hot at the same time. Too close and too far. With a bold move, you turned around now being face to face with Gwi. His hands left your shoulders and tangled once more behind his back as he looked down at you.

The tension in the room was palpable, nearly suffocating but neither of you dared to move. To break such tension that strangled you with a vice grip. That clutched at his heart with poisoned claws.

“Thank you, My Lord.”

His eyes, dark as the night with a tinge of crimson, softened at your words. Simple but sincere. You were looking up at him with a delicate gaze that was melting the ice in his heart. Something stirred within him at the sweetness of your gaze alone. His hands clenched behind his back, desiring to touch your hair once more. It almost felt as if you had casted a spell over him, enchanting him with something he couldn’t quite see.

“We’ll leave in a bit.”

That voice of his made you tremble as he spoke so deliciously. You nodded and bowed ever so softly at him, the light from one of the candles around you was caught in the hairpin that now decorated your hair and he felt a sense of possessiveness come over him. So Gwi turned around and left in silence, leaving you with a racing heart and mixed thoughts while he was no different as his own dead heart beated for a blossoming flower.

Gwi walked next to you through the palace gardens bathed in the moon’s silver light. You weren’t entirely sure why such a big event was being held at the palace, not that it was your concern either way but being in this moment, with Gwi by your side made you feel special. Made you feel at his level. As his equal. As his partner. Even when he hadn’t verbally expressed it, why would he want you to accompany him?

He couldn’t help but steal glances at you from time to time. You were simply too beautiful to not admire. He delighted in your grace and beauty, in your company and how you were, too, fluent in the silence he seemed to navigate all these years he had lived in solitude.

He gave you your place as his lady when you both entered the palace. You walked at his right with your hands clasped in front of yours. Despite you walking next to him, you suddenly felt left out from his presence. As if he had casted a wall around himself and kept you out of reach. It pained you. It hurt because you didn’t understand him. Gwi was a mysterious man that had suddenly entered your life like lightning striking the skies. He had made his way into your life in such a mysterious way you still had to grasp this new way you had of living. This new man that was now your lord and protector and this new life that entitled you to serve him for eternity.

As you walked through the palace corridors, you felt a tension rising within the servants as they saw him walk through the candle-lit hallways. Gwi was someone who commanded power, he was strikingly beautiful but also as mysterious as the night itself.

The people around you bowed with stiff movements as you both walked down the path that led to the main room where the grand event was to be held. Yet the sight of the servants and maids nearly trembling under his presence did not settle well with you.

But nothing could have prepared you for when you entered the Grand Hall. Important people, nobles and members of the royal council were in that room. Even the king of Goryeo himself was in that very same place and it was when you realised you weren’t just anywhere but in the presence of the man who ruled over your world.

You witnessed how everyone stood up from their seats, and just as you were about to bow down to His Majesty, Gwi’s large hand stopped your movements so abruptly you had to swallow the gasp that nearly escaped your lips.

He denied you to bow down to the man who sat at the throne. Your heart quickened in your chest at what he had forbidden you to do. Because whoever dared to disrespect the king was to be executed. However, in that exact moment in that very same room, who exactly held the most power was unclear to you.

In silence he guided you to a table that was in front of the throne itself. He sat down, pulling you with him as you landed on the soft cushion on the ground.

“You may continue.”

Gwi spoke. His voice cold and detached as his hand left yours only to grab the drink that was already poured for him. He took a sip while his eyes roamed around the Grand Hall. He nearly smirked at the confusion of the noble men as they stared at him with wide eyes. The council members, however, knew about who he was. They knew about his power. They knew who was the true king of Goryeo and they bowed in silence at the vampire lord that brought a flower with him for the night.

You still couldn’t believe what was happening. Your stomach rumbled softly and you could have sweared Gwi let out a soft chuckle before he leaned towards you and your heart quickened softly at his closeness.

“Eat as you please, flower of mine.”

His murmured words made you look at him with doubt in your usually warm gaze. As if asking him if it was alright, he nodded at you with a subtle movement. You grabbed one of the cups and took a sip, enjoying the delicate taste of the warm tea and it was until some tense seconds later that the men around you continued with their meal as well.

“My Lord,”

You knew that voice. It was the one of the Chief Councillor. It was the voice of your father. Gwi noticed how you tensed immediately and he wanted nothing more than to pull you close and let you know you were safe while being with him.

“You have honoured us with your presence tonight.”

Gwi nodded, not being in the mood to chat with the bitter old man. Instead, he focused on you. Watching with a warm gaze how you enjoyed the meal displayed in front of you.

“Why is she here?”

A whisper that sounded like an echo. Gwi heard it all. His instincts and enhanced senses allowed him to never be fooled by the humans he ruled over. He looked at the man sitting next to your father. Maybe you didn’t recognise him but he surely did. He was Kang Ju Won, your former fiance before he had broken the engagement in exchange for your life. A life for a life.

Tension filled the room as what was originally intended to be a whisper was heard all over the place. You swallowed and looked at Gwi whose gaze was narrowed toward the man who had insulted his judgement and your stance by his side.

“Lady (y/n) is here as my guest and her presence is not up for questioning.”

You nearly flinched at the harsh tone with which he spoke. Gwi’s posture tensed as he watched the man clear his throat. The vampire was challenging him, daring him to do or say another word so that he could have the excuse to dismiss him from his council. But Ju Won was smarter than that for he bit his tongue and stayed quiet, not even your father dared to utter a word.

The meal continued though with a layer of tension on it. You lost your appetite upon witnessing that side of the man who had you under his power that you had never seen before in these few months you have been at his service.

“My Lord,”

Your voice brought him out of his turmoil and you saw the way his eyes softened when he looked down at you.

“Can we go back to our palace?”

Uneasiness drowned your gaze as you looked at him with a subtle expectation that he’d comply with your wish. You had done as he had asked you to, but the evening was not enjoyable anymore. You wanted nothing more than to go back to the underground palace and rest in your beautiful bedroom with the large cherry blossom tree as the aroma filled your senses. He looked you in the eyes before he gazed softly at your mouth as you nibbled on your bottom lip.

There was something that stirred within him when you spoke of the underground palace he had spent decades living in. You had called it “our palace”, not “his”; “our”. And the fact that you saw his home as your sanctuary from the world as well, warmed his cold heart.

He didn’t utter a word, his hand simply found home around yours before he stood up, pulling you with him, and the subtle conversation died down. Gwi did not speak, he simply walked out of the room hand-in-hand with you. The stares of the people around you felt like arrows, but Gwi was your armour. You felt protected while in his presence, you felt safe. And you softly squeezed his large hand as you both left the Grand Hall and ventured out of the royal palace, leaving the tension behind as the night embraced you both with its large wings of fresh autumn.

“Lady (y/n)!”

You turned around when your name was spoken into the night. Despite your wishes to go back to the underground palace, you had stopped Gwi near the roses and asked him if you could pick some fresh flowers. He didn’t deny you. And that was why you found yourself cradling a bouquet of red roses as you turned around to the voice that had addressed you.

Kang Ju Won had followed you and Gwi after you both had left the event. With a polite smile you acknowledge the older man that now stood in front of you.

“Minister Kang.”

Gwi was admiring you from a distance. His senses were clouded by your beauty as you bent down and picked flower and flower. Rose after rose. Just like that first time he had ever laid eyes over you. Just like when he was mesmerised by you. He heard the man approaching before he had called your name and he watched with attentive eyes as he seemed to engage in conversation with you. Something that did not set well with the vampire.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, let alone at night.”

You frowned at what he said. Clutching the flowers tighter to your chest as you felt a sudden uneasiness wash over you.

“Is that a threat? Because may I remind you, I am never alone.”

The man before you smirked down at you. You held your head high, not allowing him to notice just how small he made you feel. Where’s he? You asked yourself, wishing that Gwi was by your side now more than ever.

“Is that so?”

You took a step back on instinct. Wanting to put as much distance between you and the man who was now a threat to you.

“I am not scared of you. Whatever happened that made you so unhappy, deal it with my father.”

But he simply laughed.

“Come with me. You belong to me either way.”

He attempted to grab your arm but you took another step back. Fear clearly painted your beautiful features but before he was able to do something else that would endanger you further, Gwi stepped between you both. His hand clutched the wrist of Ju Won in a tight grip that made the old man grunt in discomfort.

“Enough! I’ll deal with you later”

He snared. Pushing him away while shielding you with his body. Gwi turned to look at you, his eyes roaming your figure, needing to reassure himself that you were alright. When he looked back, he saw Ju Won hurriedly walking back to the royal palace.

“Fucking bastard.”

Gwi muttered under his breath, clenching his fists with the urge to suck the life out of the man who frightened you.

“Thank you.”

He turned to look at you as those words left your lips in a breathless whisper, carrying by the cool wind of the night. His eyes softened when he gazed down at you, something clutched at his heart fiercely with a sudden need to protect you. His flower. His perfect petal of forbidden desire.

“Are you alright?”

You could only nod, still feeling your heart in your throat. You pushed the thoughts away of what would have happened if Gwi hadn’t been there for you, instead you focused on the soft crimson that bathed his intense eyes. You swallowed, taking a deep breath as you looked down at the flowers in your hands, they were so beautiful, as beautiful as the evening you had experienced with your lord but that beauty had been shadowed by storms you weren’t able to see beforehand.

“Petal,”

His fingers lifted your chin ever so delicately, as if you were a glass doll and he was afraid of breaking you. The words stuck in his throat for a second. Just a second. A moment in time where he lost himself in your eyes. Where he marvelled at the softness of your skin at his fingertips and when your eyes, filled with emotions he wasn’t quick enough to grasp, met his own.

“you will never have to endure something like that again, I promise you. I will protect you even though I know your thorns are sharp and could poison a man’s heart.”

You have already poisoned mine, sweet flower.

But he refrained from saying that last sentence out loud. He refrained from cradling your cheek in his palm. He refrained from letting you in further into his heart. However, you smiled. And that smile melted the wall of ice he so fiercely wanted to put around his heart and protect you from the pain that would come if you were to love him just as he wished you’d do.

“I know, My Lord. I know.”

His eyes flickered to your lips for a split second. A second too long. A second too short. Tension rose between you both at the closeness to which you two stood. To the intimacy of the glances shared in the moonlight.

“Let’s go back, then.”

Before you could agree, his hand left your chin and grabbed one of your hands. Gwi walked you back to the underground palace, your hand in his. He held it in a firm yet still gentle grip, as if trying to reassure himself you were there with him in the midst of the night. You were save while standing next to him, it was something you know understood and cherished deeply. And so, as you looked up at him for a moment, you took in the sharpness of his features but the delicacy in his gaze when it came to you and that made your heart flutter, just as a single rose escaped your hold and landed on the ground.

Leaving behind another layer of ice into his heart, a petal fell from your soul. Prompting him to discover your heart engulfed in sweet petals.

“Go back to your room, flower. You look tired.”

Gwi spoke, his voice soft. His hand let go of yours and you felt the instant coldness in your palm. You nodded, looking up at him with so many thoughts swirling in your mind, drowning your eyes. There were things you wanted to say, things you wanted to ask. But he took a deep breath, his eyes left your as he glanced down at the flowers in your hands as you clutched them to your chest.

“Put those in water, petal, so that they don’t dry out that quickly.”

You smiled at his murmured words.

“I will, My Lord. Goodnight.”

You turned around from him, walking down the hallway that led to your bedroom in the magnificent underground palace.

“Goodnight, sweet flower.”

Gwi said to himself, watching you walk away from him. The sight itself was painful to watch. It almost felt as if you were walking away from his life, leaving him behind just when his dead heart was starting to beat again. But then you turned, smiling softly at the man who had saved you in more ways than just an arranged marriage. He saved your life, your spirit, your future. Your heart.

It was small but it was there, the smile you sent him. Filled with utter gratitude before you bowed softly and continued on your way back to your room. Not having the slightest idea of the turmoil you had eased within his heart with that sweet smile of yours that was starting to get engraved in his mind, like roots from a rose sinking into the earth below. Never to be forgotten.

Never to die.

When you entered your room, the first thing you did was put the roses on a vase, filling it with fresh water as they rested beautifully. A sigh left your lips as you contemplated the enchanting flowers before you. Thoughts of Gwi invaded your mind, his eyes, his hand holding yours, his voice softening as he spoke to you. You thought about him and couldn’t stop your mind from doing it.

Your mind was clouded by his presence, your heart was confused at what you were currently living. So you sighed to yourself and walked to the mirror, your hand went up into your hair to take off the hairpin he had gifted you only for you to hiss softly when your fingers brushed with it.

You brought your hand back only to discover a small bleeding wound on your finger, probably because of the roses’ thorns. The sight of crimson on your skin made something twist within you. A knowledge. A truth. A desire. A need. And the never-ending tale of a beating heart for another soul. You sucked on the wound, the soft taste of iron coated your tongue. It was subtle but it was there. Your eyes met your own through the mirror, feeling a storm of emotions rack within you, all thanks to the handsome vampire lord who was as confused as you were.

Gwi had stood in the hallway, watching you go but this time with a lighter heart to carry. He turned around, walking to his throne before he sat down. The flickering candle around him sharpened his features, accentuating his beauty among the night. He looked down at the hand that had held yours and his eyes turned crimson as he spotted a drop of blood on his skin. Your blood.

The temptation was there. To taste it. To savour it. But he knew the dangers of it. He feared he wouldn’t be able to stop. He feared he would hurt you. Yet the blood was too tempting. The fact that he had it at his reach, literally at his palm and tasted that sweet scent of yours that drove him mad was enough for him to lick the blood from his palm.

The taste was heavenly to him. Sweet in its nature. Just like you. Was it because you were not scared of him? Was it because you didn’t know the truth about him and what he was? Maybe fear poisoned the blood. Gwi had never tasted something as delicious as your blood, and he had to clench his fist in order to control himself.

If that drop was the only thing he’d get from you, that was fine with him. He closed his eyes, marvelling on the taste, feeling his instincts trying to get a hold of his mind. Of his body. But his heart, for once, was stronger. He remembered your smile, your laugh, your touch.

He wasn’t going to harm you. Not his flower. Not his lady. Never you.

So there he sat, fighting over heart and mind as he tasted your sweet blood. Sweeter than honey. The both of you completely oblivious to the fact you both had acted at the same time, sucking on the blood that was yours. Only to connect in a deeper sense through fate.

A flower for a flower.

A punishment for the sinner.

And a taste of heaven that painted everything grey.

May/06/2024

A/N: How are we feeling about this? O.O

Are we excited? What would you like to see next, darling? My inbox is open 🫶

~ Masterpost

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Misumi Ikaruga | [SR] Triangular Sake Cup For A Dinner-Time Drink | A Coming-of-Age Ceremony and a Triangle - Part 2

Kazunari: Ta-da!

Misumi: How do we look~?

Kumon: Whoa!! You guys look so cool wearing hakamas!

Misumi: Ehehe, Yuki dressed us up so nicely~.

Yuki: It’s more thanks to the hakamas from the kimono shop Azu-nee goes to. The fabric they’re made of is great and they really suit you two.

Misumi: Thanks~. They’re also really comfy to wear.

Kazunari: For realsies! Huge thanks to Azu!

Tenma: By the way, if you guys still have some time, we got something for you…

Misumi: Something for us~?

Tenma: Yeah, it’s our gift to you for your coming-of-age celebration. You can open it if you want.

Misumi: Okay! I wonder what could be inside…?

Kazunari: Ah, sake cups! And the designs are supes cute too!

Misumi: Mine’s a really nice triangle~!

Tenma: It’s the perfect gift for you since you’re adults now, isn’t it?

Yuki: We all picked them out for you, so you better use them.

Misumi: Thanks! I can’t wait to have a drink out of this triangle!

Kazunari: Samesies! I’m so hyped! Thanksies, fam!

Muku: Ehehe, we’re glad you like them!

Kumon: Yeah!

Kazunari: Wait, Sumi! We need to get going, aren’t we like, lowkey running late!?

Misumi: Wah, we are~!

*Footsteps*

Yuki: I know you’re in a hurry and all, but you’re wearing those beautiful hakamas, so you better not mess them up.

Muku: Be careful not to fall, guys…!

Tenma: Go make some good memories.

Kumon: Ah, and take some pics if you can!

Kazunari: ‘Kay!

Misumi: Bye!

*Door closes*

*Flashback end*

Izumi: I know I saw the pictures of you guys in your hakamas for your coming-of-age ceremony before, but I had no clue that was the story behind it.

Misumi: Yeah. Kazu was right, we made great memories and I’m still glad that I participated in the coming-of-age ceremony.

*Faucet running*

Misumi: Ah, it’s a pretty triangle now~!

Izumi: Fufu, I’m glad. By the way, did you end up having a drink from that cup after the coming-of-age ceremony?

Misumi: I got to use it on the next day we had off. Me and Kazu had a drinking party with Azuma, Tsumugi, and Tasuku.

Misumi: But it was my first time drinking actual sake, so I drank a little too much… and I think I caused trouble for everyone.

Misumi: That’s why I try not to drink sake that much now~.

Izumi: I see. Well, sake does have a high alcohol content, so it’s easy to get drunk on it.

Misumi: I wanna use this triangle again when I learn to get better at drinking sake~!

Izumi: (But still, drunk Misumi-kun, huh… I can’t really imagine it, but I wonder what he’s like when drunk.)

Azuma: Sorry to intrude on your fun. Do you mind if I wash this dishcloth for a bit?

Misumi: I’m already done washing my triangle, so go ahead!

Azuma: Thank you.

Misumi: I was just talking to Director-san about one of my first times drinking.

Misumi: Sorry for causing you so much trouble back then, Azuma~.

Azuma: Fufu, don’t worry about it. You were quite cute that day, Misumi.

Azuma: If I remember correctly, all your sentences ended with “triangle” as an inflection…

Izumi: T-Triangle as an inflection…?

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Choose!

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Option 1: You should try and talk like that.

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Izumi: Misumi-kun, can you try to talk like that so I can see what it’s like?

Misumi: Umm, today’s a great day for cleaning, so I made my triangle sake cup all shiny and happy, triangle~!

Misumi: It’s a really nice triangle, triangle!

Misumi: …Something like that~?

Izumi: (There were even more triangles than I had imagined…!)

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Option 2: I’ll try to talk like that.

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Izumi: Was it something like this?

Izumi: Can I get another refill, triangle!? …Or something.

Azuma: The nuance is right, but I think he used a lot more triangles.

Izumi: I-I see…

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Izumi: Well, it’s a very Misumi-kun-like thing to end his sentences with “triangle” when drunk.

Misumi: Ehehe, is it~?

Misumi: But I’ve been a little more careful not to drink too much since then~.

Azuma: Fufu. But I’d like to meet that Misumi again.

Izumi: (I think I’d like to see drunk Misumi-kun someday too…)

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Hi can you continue the scarlet witch reader where the reader power is becoming more unstable thanks to thw increase of power and they go seek help to a witch named agatha.

Your second semester at Nevermore has just begun and along with a new semester came new problems. However your problem has always been a reoccurring one; your powers. It seemed that after the fight with Crackstone your powers have only gotten more powerful, maybe you unintentionally absorbed the arcane magic from his cane when he died? You weren’t quite sure but with this new additional power of yours, it only made understanding them a lot harder for you.

For starters your magic went from a beautiful (f/c) to a violent and lively scarlet hue whenever your brought it forth from your fingertips. Also like it was bleeding through you, taking over entirely. Reality seemed to flicker and waver within your presence as objects within your room and outside of it, whether it be a book or a drink would unwillingly becoming something else like a brick or a puppy dog; Minor stuff like that but you managed to change them back easily enough.

Your energy projectiles also have gotten stronger alongside your forcefields that were borderline impossible to break and took a lot out of the witches and warlocks that tired. You rarely did any studying on magic such as your own because on some days it just came naturally to you, so you didn’t see the reason as why you should whenever the witches and the warlocks would warn you of the dangers of this type of mindset before slinking away elsewhere.

Some of them were jealous of the fact that you were quickly risen up the ranks as the most powerful magic user. They spent their lives studying their magic but you come along with a natural born talent for it and excel above even their best attempts. Some even attempted to steal your magic by sneaking into your dorm at night but what they saw horrified them into completely abandoning their objective.

You would be asleep in bed whilst another version of ‘you’ would be staring at them from the corner of your room, eyes glowing red as the magic surging about your fingertips in a threatening manor. But before the witch/ warlock could react, ‘you’ had already manipulated the weapon they were planning to use on you and turned it on themselves; draining them of their magic. Astral projection on the scale that you were subconsciously exempting was a rare feet for even the most gifted of magic users. So needless to say the rapid growth of your magic was staring to become an issue for the school.

Wednesday, Enid, Eugene, Ajax and Xavier were also made aware of your sudden growth in magic when they would walk in on you levitating in the middle of the room as the majority of your belongings were suspended in midair by wisps of your magic whilst your eyes were closed tightly as though in deep concentration. So when enid accidentally made a noise, your eyes flung open and all your belongings shot out towards them like deadly projectiles, forcing the friend group to hit the deck just as books and trinkets flew past them and hit the wall behind them violently enough to leave indents.

“Is everyone alright?” You said hurriedly as you helped Wednesday off the floor as she then looked behind her to examine the damaged delt to your dorm wall. “Nobody’s hurt right?” You added panicked as your eyes looked over everyone and heaved a sigh of relief when there wasn’t a scratch nor blossoming bruises upon their skin. “Your magic has become more stable as of recent haven’t they?” Wednesday asked.

“Yeah, ever since the Crackstone fight but I’ve been seeing someone about them and I’m pretty certain she’s going to be a big help for me.” You told her, watching as her brows furrowed in skepticism and distrust. You understood her reasoning but you were certain that your mentor wouldn’t have any ulterior motives concerning your powers. “It’s not that creepy purple witch lady is it?” Enid asked worriedly as she fiddled with her clothing out of nervous habit.

“Agatha Harkness? The new witchcraft teacher, Yeah why?” You asked them, feeling as though they were hiding something that you weren’t aware of from how Wednesday, Enid, Ajax, Eugene and Xavier would share glances before looking back at you with a sense of melancholy. “She’s bad news y/n,” Ajax told you, “I heard she drains witches and warlocks of powerful magic for her own use.”

“We don’t want that happening to you.” Xavier added as Enid and Eugene agreed with the boys. You looked to Wednesday who was still trying to get a good read on your current thought processes. “What’s your verdict on all this Wednesday?” You asked, knowing that out of everyone, Wednesday’s judgement has never lead you astray and you trusted her wholeheartedly to be blunt and straightforward with her deductions.

“This is a bad idea on your behalf y/n,” she started, “Agatha Harkness is not to be trusted so blindly. She’s a snake and soon enough her venom will sink into you and turn you against us, which is what she wants. A powerful chaos witch to do her bidding.”

“Then what do you suggest I do? No one here is on my scale of magic nor understands it better then her. So if you wish for me to become more unstable in my control over my magic then the destruction of the school is on your hands.” You but back at them, flinging a bag over your shoulder and we’re about to leave the room when Ajax and Xavier attempted to stop you. “Listen y/n we can find someone else to help you, it’ll just take time.” Xavier tried to reassure you but it wasn’t enough as you used your magic to shove them aside and to the floor. “I don’t have time. I found the perfect teacher already and I’m not about to let your paranoia of Thornhill ruin that for me.” You told them as you left to meet up with Agatha in the Nightshade library.

“Your friends don’t trust me with you?” Agatha asked as she flicked through an old looking book. “No, they believe that you’ve got an agenda concerning me.” You told her truthfully as you flicked through another old looking book. Agatha looked at you from the corner of her eye. ‘This is the scarlet witch? They’re just a child?!’ She seethed. The power flowing through you were bountiful and seemingly endless that it made you a beacon for witches like her. Thankfully she had gotten rid of those that would try and help you understand your magic and took their place instead as a teacher. Nevermore was so easily fooled it was pathetic, getting close to you was almost Childs play for Agatha, no wonder the school was almost brought to it knees by a normie, a Hyde and a resurrected pilgrim just last semester.

“They’re just still reeling from the events of last semester as are you dear,” Agatha said sweetly as she joined your side and put a hand on your shoulder, “after I’m done with you, no harm shall ever come to your friends, ever again. Don’t you want that? To protect this school and your friends?” She asked.

“More then anything.” You said, almost as though you were in a trance. “Good.” Agatha cackled. “That’s good.”

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