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Heeey sweetie ! I hope you’re well !! I always look forward to your posts and check your page daily for updates ! Your writing is incredible and always leaves me with butterflies in my stomach !! I wanted to leave a request if that’s okay ! I was thinking about mob Bucky with grumpy-sunshine trope !? Bucky being the grumpiest little shit ! He’s arrogant and stares too much . But then he meets this ray of sunshine and she’s the only one to get him soft ! She’s the only one that can coax a smile out of him ! Gives her the gentlest touches and sweetest kisses ! He’s proud to have her next to him and loves how much smaller she looks compared to his massive size . Even tho he’s dominant in bed , he’s still careful and considerate with her ! Fluffy fluff with a big intimidating man

YESS Omg i love this so much its adorable. (18+, cause there’s fluffy fluff but also smutty smut)

Disclaimer: I love fics where Bucky loves his much smaller reader compared to his larger size but I do my best to not describe the readers size too much because I want anyone to be able to imagine themselves in my fics. When I write, Bucky is obsessed over how he can just easily scoop you up into his arms and toss you over his shoulder effortlessly.

First time meeting you I just imagine you both meet in the most wholesome way as well. He's truly the grumpiest shit anyone's ever met. Arrogant and cocky but he’s earned his reputation so no one dares question it. That being said, he has some principals, one of them being that family always comes first. He takes that very seriously. That's why he's out and about, looking for a present for Sam’s daughter’s birthday, hand picked himself (and by present, we’re talking presents plural, he already bought her a custom gold engraved locket and an Hermes baby blanket, no godchild of his would get any less).

Still, he wanted to give her more, wandering into a little book shop at the corner of the street that appeared to be empty. His men stood outside the door while he scanned the shelfs, huffing in frustration because there were so many choices and it would have been easier to just buy the all the books. He picked up a book and set it down, the store probably wouldn’t cost too much-

"Can I help you?"

A sweet voice called him from behind and Bucky was ready to give the person hell, he hated sales people. Most people. Honestly all people. Except Steve. He'd maybe pee on Sam if he was on fire but that was as far as his love for him went. (its all a front, he loves Sam).

He turned around, about to tell whoever it was, to fuck off, blinking instead when he came face to face with you. You smiled up at him, eyes twinkling, setting down the pile of books you had in your arms to look at the shelf he was browsing.

“What age group are you looking for?”

Bucky hardly registered your words, staring at what looked like the human form of a cute little garden fairy straight out of a fairytale. You were in a blush pink sundress, covered in tiny flowers, standing on your tippy toes trying to reach the books higher on the shelf. Garden fairy, what the fuck was wrong with him, he shook his head trying to regain his train of thought.

“Uh- a baby?” Bucky didn’t know what to do with himself, most people took his staring as a sign to go away but you seemed unbothered.

"Oh! Come with me, there’s a great section at the back, I’ll show you!” You happily led the 6′4 mob boss to the kids corner at the back of the store, colorful drawings, plush rugs and little bean bags covered the area.

“Any of these would be great for a little one” You pointed to the shelves that were low to the ground, pulling out a few and handing them to him “let me know if you see anything you like” with that, you went back to putting books away. You returned a few minutes later, biting back a smile, looking at the tall man covered head to toe in dark ink, diligently reading through one of the books you handed to him.

"You look so cute" You giggled, looking at Bucky sitting on one of the tiny chairs, his long legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Cute?" Bucky had never been more insulted in his life, of all things to describe him, how dare you tell him he looked cute.

“Of course” You grinned as you walked over and sat down beside him. The gentle sweet scent of your perfume evaded his senses, his heart jumped when he felt your warm hand brush against his. Bucky didn’t know why his heart was racing, he didn’t like it. His brows furrowed, trying to stop the blush that spread across his face when he saw your smile.

“Do you like that one?” Bucky nodded, looking at the cover of the book; two bears sitting together looking at the moon. “I love you to the moon and back, its such a sweet book, I would have picked this one too”

Bucky nodded again, not trusting himself to speak around you. You took the book to the front to check him out. After he paid, you placed a little brown bear that matched the ones on the book cover in the bag as well. Bucky cocked his head confusedly, reaching for his wallet again.

“How much?”

“Just take it as part of the gift” You smiled, tying a ribbon around the handles of the bag. “I’m sure they’ll love it. Have a good day!” You gave him a little wave as he walked out, turning back to your books, while Bucky felt his insides melt.

The pretty girl at the book store thinks I’m cute.

Bucky slid into his SUV, the corner of his lips twitching, his cheeks dusted pink. You thought he was cute. Cute. He continued to bite his bottom lip, fighting with his face muscles to keep from smiling, failing miserably instead.

“Is he having a stroke”

Sam whispered, staring at Bucky through the rearview mirror while he sat at the front with Steve. Bucky’s face continued to twitch, trying to keep his classic scowl on his lips.

“I think he’s smiling” snorted, cocking an eyebrow watching Bucky carefully inspect the little brown bear you put in the bag.

“He knows how to smile?”

“You good punk?” Steve called out, smirking when Bucky stuffed the bear back in the bag, pretending he wasn’t giving it heart eyes while thinking about you. “You looked real cozy talking to the girl at that the bookstore”

“Shut up” He ignored his two friends snickering, throwing them a growl before thinking about you again.

She thinks I’m cute.

After that meeting, imagine Bucky finds himself going back for more and more books; he doesn’t even have time to read but he can’t help it. Every time he steps into your bookstore, its like sliding into a comfy blanket. He’s addicted to your sweet smile; your always there with a new book for him to read. He can’t help but smile every time he sees you flit around the shelves, he felt like he was living in his own fairytale.

The first kiss

Bucky watched you huff in frustration, trying to put a book back on the shelf but it was too high for you to reach.

“Um-could-would you please help me put this back?” You asked shyly, while Bucky smiled, nodding and coming up behind you, his hand gently holding your waist, placing the book on top with ease. His tall form towered over you, his chest brushing against your as you turned and looked up at him.

“Th-thank you” you whispered, your eyes flicking from his blue eyes to his pink lips. His lips were curved in a soft smile that gave you butterflies; it wasn’t often that you saw him smile but it seemed he did it whenever he was close to you.

“You look handsome when you smile” You squeaked, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the words slipped through. Bucky bit his lip, while you looked away embarrassed you had said that out loud. “Sorry I didn’t mean-”

You gasped, feeling him pull you closer, his hand gently tilting your chin up to look at him. His head dipped down slightly and you felt your body moving on its own, standing on your tippy toes to be closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his nose nudging against yours. You nod, letting out a shuddered breath as his hand cupped your cheek, pressing his lips sweetly to yours. You hesitantly moved your arms to wrap around his shoulders, melting into his touch.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, staying tucked in his arms, having waited ages for him to finally make a move. When he finally has to leave, he comes running back in mere seconds later.

“Did you forget something?”

Bucky nodded, his hands wrapping around you waist, pulling you close to him again, his lips kissing you softly as ever.

“I wanted another kiss”

That kiss turned into lots of kisses. Lingering hugs. When he finally brings you to his home, he keeps you his little secret for a while so he can enjoy your company. You bring out a softness in him he didn’t know was possible; soft fluffy dates with him cooking for you, or going on evening strolls. You’re his everything, he loves seeing his little garden fairy comfy in his home. You made everything warmer; the soft scent of candles always traveled down the halls; sweet baked goodies were always ready in the kitchen. Sam and Steve were definitely not complaining, pretending they didn’t notice Bucky’s classic grumpy face now also came with a cute little blush on his cheeks.

The first time they meet you

Imagine Bucky’s team finally find the mole they’d been hunting for months. They’re all riled up, throwing him into the van, threatening him within an inch of his life. They know Bucky likes to take care of business himself but it doesn’t stop them from warning him about the pure wrath he’s going to face.

“You’re fucked”

“You thought we were bad? You’re gonna wish your mom swallowed you”

They drag him up the steps, bursting into his office, expecting Bucky to be waiting there with his knife twirling between his fingers.

Instead...

Bucky’s men all stared at each other before looking at the sweet thing that was sitting in their bosses lap, feeding him pastries. Bucky grinned like a love struck puppy, cradling you to his chest while he sat on his office chair, moaning at the sweet caramel melting on his tongue. The last thing they expected to see was a delicate thing like you cuddled up with who they thought was a blood thirsty gang leader.

Sam snorted, shaking his head, watching Bucky ignore the rest of them, his eyes still trained on you, peppering kisses onto your cheek.

“Motherfucker, are you eating butter tarts right now?”

“They taste good” Bucky shrugged, giving you one final sweet kiss to your lips before looking up at his team.

“Why don’t you wait for me in my room, I’ll be there soon” Bucky pressed a soft kiss onto your temple, helping you off his lap. You smiled, brushing some of his hair back, kissing his forehead.

“Come soon bubba” Your bare feet padded through his office, giving the towering men a quick wave as you passed them “Hi Sam, Hi Steve!”

Sam blinked, before grinning and giving you a friendly wave back.

“She is adorable, fucks she doing with you”

“Shut the fuck up bird brain” Bucky panned, a growl emitting from his chest, as he rounded the table, his previous soft demeanor dropping as soon as his eyes landed on the mole. “Have Steve keep him quiet, my angel doesn’t have to hear this shit”

After Bucky’s men saw how soft he was for you, you become their secret weapon. You’re always there to soften the blow they’d face, making him smile even when delivering the worst news.

“Boss, the deliveries were seized” Peter trembles at the door, while Bucky’s nostrils flare, he’s about to tell everyone off, but his anger dissipates as soon as your head pops into the room.

“Bucky, come cuddle?” You push past the men, your hands draping around his shoulders.

“They put you up to this, didn’t they?” Bucky snorted, rubbing his temples, melting as soon as you crawled into his lap. You giggled innocently, kissing his scruffy cheek while he lifted you into his arms, carrying you over to his room.

“Hmm, they’re lucky you’re so sweet babygirl”

The first time

For months, Bucky didn’t do anything more than give you soft kisses, hugs and cuddles. He wanted you, he needed you in a way he never thought was possible, but he didn’t want to rush anything. You were special and if he was going to be intimate with you, it’d be whenever you were ready.

He never wanted to pressure you into anything, but you reassured him you wanted this. Bucky swallowed thickly, looking at your smaller form curled up against his bed waiting for him. You looked so sweet and delicate, wearing just one of his shirts, nervously fidgeting with your hands while he crawled up the bed to you.

“Are you sure about this prinţesă?” He kissed your knee, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb; you felt your face heat up and the name he had for you, nodding without meeting his eyes. “Look at me baby” He tilted your chin to meet his gaze, “I won’t be upset if you want to wait”

You knew he meant it. Not once had he ever made you feel like doing something you didn’t want. His sweetness only made you want him more.

“I want this, I-I want you” you whispered, moaning softly when his lips pressed against yours. He kissed you softly, his hand moving to your waist to lay you down against the pillows. He was on top of you, nipping your jaw, peppering kisses down your neck, his hand caressing the side of your thigh.

Being with you was different.

He natural instinct had always been rough and fast; clothes torn, no build up.

He didn’t want that with his pretty doll. Yet.

He slowly undressed you, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you bare underneath him. He continued to kiss you while still being fully dressed, chuckling when he felt you squirm under him.

“What is it baby?” He cocked his head, picking up on what you wanted when you fiddled with the buttons on his shirt but he didn’t want to give in, enjoying your flustered state.

“I-um” You fisted his shirt, burning under his gaze, “Take it off”

“Take what off?” He cocked his eyebrow, a smirk dancing on his pretty lips.

“Ugh, I want to see you naked Bucky” You pouted, burying your face into his neck while he grinned, bringing your hands to unbutton his shirt.

“Whatever my babydoll wants, go ahead prinţesă, m’all yours” You squeaked when he pulled you and rolled over so you were straddled on top of him, his hands stroking your bare waist and thighs.

“Want you to take it off babygirl” He couldn't take his eyes off you as you shakily undid his tie, moving to his buttons next. As soon as his shirt was off, you managed to unbuckle his belt and tug off his pants. You blinked at his thick cock straining against his briefs.

Bucky brought his fingers to rub though your soaked folds, groaning at the slick that easily coated his fingers.

“Will you let me taste you?”

“I-no one’s ever-

“I’ll be gentle baby, promise it’ll feel good” Bucky laid you on your back as he worshipped your body, trailing kisses down your skin, while you hesitantly parted your legs, his thick, wide shoulders forcing them apart further.

“So pretty baby” Bucky groaned, kissing your clit, his lips sealing around your clit, sucking softly, careful not to apply too much pressure. “You have the sweetest clit doll”

He could feel his cock throb against the mattress at the way your face contorted, soft whine slipping past your lips as you tried to keep your moans down. He pushed a finger in, gently stretching you out, while you started to grow needy, your hips shifting under him. He pulled away, his beard glistening with your arousal, eyes heavy with lust.

“Want to be inside you prinţesă”

You nodded, while he threw his briefs off, his cock standing tall and proud as he hovered above you.

“Bucky, it-it won’t fit” You whispered, watching his thick cock bob between his legs, grazing on your clit.

“We’ll make it fit baby” His hand gently cupped your face, while your legs moved up to hug his waist. “Tell me if its too much and I’ll stop” He moved his cock through your folds, groaning at how you felt on the tip of his cock.

“Ready?” You nodded, gasping feeling his thick blunt tip prod against your soaked entrance.

“Jaames...” You whimpered feeling him stretch you while he kissed your forehead, stopping his movements with just the tip inside you.

“Shhh angel, it’s just me sweet girl” Your body trembled under his, biting down onto his shoulder as he pushed himself further while holding your body close to his. You were still getting used to the burn and stretch of him as he buried himself to the hilt, clinging onto him while he stayed still.

“I know baby” Bucky stroked your forehead, brushing your hair away from your face, kissing your cheeks. He felt a new type of feral, his sweet girl under him, whining and whimpering over his cock, your pussy dripping around him.

“S’too big Bucky” You bit your lip, your pretty doe eyes locked with his.

“My cocks too big for you baby?” Bucky cooed, while you nodded, throbbing at your nails digging into his skin “Your pussy’s too tight, huh angel, you need me to go slow?”

There was something addicting over how hard Bucky was trying to hold back, his brows furrowed, cock already leaking into you. He started off slow, gentle thrusts, letting you adjust, telling you how perfect you were, his hands laced with yours, pinned against the bed.

“Taking my cock like such a good girl baby”

“You know how pretty you look right now doll?”

You felt the burn start to melt, your moans growing louder while he pushed his entire length in and out of you, his bally smacking against your ass.

“M-more Bucky, please?”

Bucky’s breaths grew heavy, feeling his spine tingle already, you had a different affect on him, his cock already throbbing.

“You’re beautiful prinţesă”

“Could make love to you like this for hours my baby”

“Taking me so well babydoll, making my cock throb, you’re so tight”

He craved so much more of your warmth, his pace speeding up, moaning and grunting each time you cried out. He gripped onto the head board as he started to pound you, the sounds of skin slapping carrying through the room.

“F-uck baby, you feel so good” He moaned into your neck, the muscles on his back tensed as he fucked you harder. “Am-am I too rough sweet girl”

“F-feels g-good James” You cried out from under him, your walls starting to flutter as he hit your g-spot. Bucky moaned, his forehead coming down to rest on yours, lips parted and brushing against each other. “Bucky, harder, please”

The sound your moaning his name made him almost cum on the spot.

“Oh fuck don’t stop, tell me it feels good baby, tell me how bad you want it, keep saying my name”

“JAMESS” The headboard practically slammed against the wall as he abandoned all softness, the both of you feral over each other, chasing your highs.

“Tell me how good my cock makes you feel baby” His hand snaked between your bodies, rubbing and teasing your clit, making you nearly sob.

“S’good Bucky, stretching me, I- fuck m’gonna cum!”

“Cum my gorgeous girl, CUM” “JAMES-I-F-FUCK” You clenched around his cock, cumming and squirting around him while he roared, his pace stuttering as he spilled ropes of cum into you. You both held onto each other, moaning and panting as you came down from your orgasm, your body still convulsing feeling his cum drip out of you.

“Fuck I love you” He panted against your skin, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face. He had a goofy grin, sweeping you into his arms to run you a hot bath.

(Which was a waste of time, considering he spent the rest of the night with you, making an utter sticky mess in his bed)

Bonus: The first tattoo (dedicated to you)

Most of Bucky’s body is covered in dark ink, but none of his pieces were done impulsively. Each piece had a meaning behind it, and his latest one was his favorite.

“Close your eyes baby” He picked you up and placed you on his desk, unbuttoning his shirt while you impatiently waited for him to tell you, you could look. “Alright, open”

“A fairy?” You gasped, looking at his newest piece, your fingers gently tracing over his chest. Above his heart, was his latest piece, a little fairy reading a book while sitting on the moon.

“From when I first met you. I thought you were like a little garden fairy” Bucky blushed, kissing your nose. “Could never get enough of you, the only little fairy to think I’m cute”

Tears stung your eyes, sniffling while he wrapped his arms around you. You smiled against his skin, kissing his chest.

“You like it baby?” His thumbs swiped across your cheeks, stroking your hair while you nodded, struggling to formulate words.

“I-I love y-ou” You choked out, hugging him tighter

“I adore you sweet girl, love you to the moon and back”

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sumsumstrashbin · 8 months

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 ~ 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟖𝟓𝟎

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲?

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲

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The sound of leaves crunched beneath your feet as the breeze flowed through your hair. It was a brisk autumn day in the town you resided in, and the market was bustling with wizarding families picking out pumpkins and other goodies.

You walked hand in hand with James, your partner of five years, and husband of one. He swung your hands together as you walked, chatting about your surroundings.

“Care for a candy apple, love?” He asked, approaching one of the booths.

“Sure.” You smiled, letting go of his hand to let him pay.

He held it out to you, waiting for you to take it. As you reached out to take it, he yanked it out of reach. “Excuse me, miss, you owe me some form of payment for this.” He quipped. “A kiss would be sufficient, I suppose.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a peck on the lips. He then handed the apple to you, taking his compact 35mm film camera out of his pocket. “Smile.”

You held the apple up, giving him your best smile as he snapped the photo.

“That’s going to turn out lovely.” He grinned, putting the camera back in his pocket.

You had become very familiar with his camera, as he had a habit of snapping candid photos of you whenever he thought you looked too gorgeous to not be photographed. Despite magical cameras being readily available, he was quite fond of his muggle camera, capturing still photographs rather than the more common moving photos. He also liked bringing the camera into the bedroom, as he couldn’t resist taking a photo or two of you in rather compromising situations. He always kept two photos of you in his wallet: his favourite photo of you during your years at Hogwarts, and one more intimate photo of you that he tucked away behind the other one for “safe keeping”.

The two of you spent most of the afternoon in the market, and he ensured to spoil you with anything that you may have glanced at for even a second. You ended up at a jewellery booth, admiring a beautiful locket on display. You decided against buying it, as you were content with the things James had already bought for you, so you put it back down and walked off. You quickly realised that James wasn’t following you, so you looked back, only to see him jogging after you.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise you weren’t following me.” You said, taking his hand. You felt something cool and metallic inside of his palm, and he looked down at you with a grin. He placed the object into your hand, while you watched him, confused. When you opened your hand, you found the locket.

“James, you shouldn’t have. It was expensive, and you’ve already bought me enough stuff.”

“I couldn’t resist. It’ll look so beautiful on you. Let me put it on for you.” He took it, stepping behind you to put it on your neck. His minty breath fanned against the back of your neck, and the cool metal of the locket against your skin sent chills through your body. No matter how long you were together, he still managed to give you butterflies. He pressed a loving kiss to the side of your neck before turning you around to have a look at the necklace.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” You smiled up at him, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Hold on, I need to get another picture. Stand right there.”

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On the way back to your home, the two of you walked through a quiet park, full of the gorgeous colours of autumn. A rustling sound came from a pile of leaves under a tree, breaking the silence.

“What was that?” You queried, looking over to the source of the sound.

“Probably just the wind.” James answered.

The rustle was heard again, causing him to turn towards the leaf pile as well. Just as he was about to speak, a small black cat emerged from the leaves, looking at the two of you.

You dropped to your knees, calling it over. “Oh my goodness, what a cutie! Come here!”

“Y/n, I don’t know if calling a random stray cat over is a good idea.” He said, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Nonsense. It’s just a baby.” You said, watching as the cat slowly approached you. You allowed it to sniff your hand, before it began rubbing its face all over you for pets.

“Can we keep it, James? Please? It has no collar, and it’s so cute!” You smiled, scratching the cat’s head.

“You know I’m more of a dog person, Y/n.”

“I know, but look how adorable it is! How could you say no to this little face?”

James sighed, knowing it would break your heart if he said no.

“Fine.”

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The rest of the evening was spent cuddled up on the couch by the fireplace with James, and your new addition to the family curled up on your lap.

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braveclementine · 21 days

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Prologue

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

𝕬 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 outside a burning house arguing with a giant. Well, a half-giant at any rate. "I am Harry's Godfather Hagrid, give Harry to me." He said, desperate to take Harry. He knew there was another child in the house as well, a child Hagrid had overlooked, a child that Lily and James didn't want the world to know about.

Hagrid argued against him. "Dumbledore's orders." He said stubbornly. There was no arguing against Dumbledore's orders. At least, not if you were Hagrid.

Sirius hesitated, panic filling his veins, on the brink of arguing and of saving the girl. "Fine, take my bike, I won't be needing it anymore."

Hagrid took the bike and was soon in the air, loud rumbling making the lights in some of the neighboring houses turn on. He didn't have a lot of time. Sirius hurried into the house before turning into a black, shaggy dog. He whined as he stepped over James, his best friend, lying dead at the entrance. His eyes were still open, his glasses slightly askew. But he could not stop over James, he had to get to the girl before anyone else showed up.

He dodged falling beams till he reached the entrance to the basement. He stood on his hind legs, pressing his paw to the door. It swung open and he hurried down the stairs.

He returned to human form, guilt filling his veins. This was all of his fault. Why had he suggested that James use Peter instead? It had seemed so genius at the time! There was no way that Voldemort would've seen such a stupid, cowardly man as the secret keeper. And yet. . .

The air was purer down here, magical barriers to keep out disasters and enemies. All except Sirius Black- the only one who knew of this child's existence outside Lily and James and Harry. Would Harry even remember that he had a sister when he got older? Would his sister remember Harry? She would have to remember Harry right? Siblings always remembered each other, right? He wouldn't know, he wanted to forget his own brother.

She was sitting in her crib, white furniture and pink bedding, looking intently through the bars as though she knew her time had come to leave. All her emergency supplies was in a pink backpack next to the crib. Sirius looked through it quickly. Bottle, clothes, food, diapers, Gringotts key, and a special locket that Lily had bought in Diagon alley. She had put pictures of her and James on both sides of the heart. It was a small thing too, the pictures nearly microscopic. Lily's picture was holding baby Harry. James was holding the girl.

Sirius reached into the crib and picked up the little girl. She rested her head on his shoulder. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to figure out the next move. He was the only one in the world who knew that James and Lily had this child, they hadn't even told Dumbledore. They had told Sirius not to tell a soul. Sirius would break that promise tonight.

Sirius quickly ran through the house, and running out the front door. He turned his head sharply, thinking he might've seen someone. . . he would've recognized that oily long haired Death Eater from anywhere. . . but there was no one there. It must've been shadows and his paranoia. He turned his back on the shadows, thinking quickly.

He settled the girl into his arms, wondering if there was a rule about apparating with children as young as the girl but knew he didn't really have a choice. Hagrid had taken his bike and he had no other means of transportation to where he needed to go.

He turned on his heel, ending up in a random alleyway in downtown London.

He walked carefully out of the alleyway, looking left and right. There was no one around. He slipped into a 24-hour Muggle coffee shop and took a table near the back. There were small booths for Muggle children and he placed Elizabeth Kane Potter in one before he pulled out ink and a quill and parchment to write his frantic letter.

Dear Remus, I don't have a lot of time, I have something I must do. I'm sure you'll here about soon. I am the Godfather of Elizabeth Kane Potter (and Harry Potter but Dumbledore is sending him to live somewhere else). I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, it was James and Lily's rule. They didn't even want Dumbledore to know. I am sorry they didn't tell you. But now, it is your turn to keep the secret for I may not be around to keep her safe and she needs someone to depend on. For some reason unknown to me, she must be kept a secret Remus. James said to change her name to Elizabeth Kane if anything were to happen to them. I have the documents inside her backpack. Keep her a secret and love her well. I did not know who else to turn to. Forgive me for what I will do, Sirius

Sirius placed the letter and documents in an envelope he had enlarged with magic. He put it in Elizabeth Kane's' backpack. He looked at her little eyes. They were James eyes. She had Lily's face, her brown hair with red tints, but she had James brown eyes. Sirius reached out a shaky hand and touched her face softly. He would miss James eyes. James had been like his brother. Her little hand curled around his pointer finger.

"Puppy" she said in a high, clear voice. He hadn't realized she could speak so clearly. . . didn't kids start talking at two years old or something? And she was just over a year old. . .God, he loved her.

He smiled the last smile he would smile in a long time. "C'mon Lizzy. I'm going to take you to a loving home."

He stood, picking her up and making sure he didn't leave a thing behind and left the shop, getting dirty looks from the bartender behind the counter. He supposed he should've bought something, but he couldn't stand Muggle coffee. Disgusting stuff.

Standing back in the abandoned alleyway, he put the locket over her head and slipped it under her pajamas. He hugged her tight and apparated near Remus's home. He walked quickly until he reached the small house. Full moon wasn't for another two weeks, thankfully. Sirius put Elizabeth on the front step of the house, setting the backpack down next to her. He hesitated at the door, wanting to knock and also not wanting Remus to be the last person who had seen him. Hagrid would have to be the last person to see him. He could not put the pressure on Remus. They might go after him if something prevented him from keeping him from murdering Peter Pettigrew.

He bent over and kissed her on the forehead and then got up and backed away, unable to take his eyes off of her. He also hoped that she didn't try to follow him. She was only a year old for Merlin's sake and yet she was acting like a three-year old. He waited a full minute. He had to leave, he had to track down Peter, and he had to kill him. If only he, Sirius, had stayed the secret-keeper. This girl would've grown up with James and Lily and Harry. Now, she had only her Godfather who would probably get caught killing Peter, and her second Godfather, Remus who would love her, but he wasn't James either. Peter had to die. It was all Peter's fault. No, it was all his fault.

He turned away. "Good luck Elizabeth Potter." He whispered and he turned on his heel, disapparating into the night.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS, @nova-stardragon

Please enjoy the second part of your fic for the ACOTAR Secret Santa 2022 gift exchange! @acotargiftexchange

Rating: Explicit (smut)

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Ch 2: The first Solstice and the first snowball fight

Cassian

It was that time of year. The days were getting shorter and snow had come to Velaris, blanketing the city in a silvery white. It was every bit as peaceful and serene as any Solstice before - and the citizens had put in their usual effort to fill the city with seasonal decorations. It was almost as though life had returned to normal.

It hadn’t. Not for Cassian.

They still had heard no word from Rhys. But in the months that he had been gone, life had settled into a new rhythm.

Since Solstice was approaching, Cassian was doing his best to behave extra cheerful. He knew it was what they all needed. He had spent the past year watching his friends suffering, grieving. Azriel had it the worst. He would drift in and out of dour moods, spending days at a time just hiding in his room. Cassian was the only one who could coax him out to share a meal or spend some time in the sparring arena. Even Mor had been unusually sad and distant - but she still treated Cas the same way she always did, for the most part. Flirting with him shamelessly, sitting next to him whenever she got the chance, or curling up with him in the evenings, her feet in his lap, letting him massage and stroke their soft undersoles. But she never let it go any farther than that.

He actually hadn’t been with anyone since Rhys had gone. He was suffering a bit of a dry spell. Not that that was abnormal for Cassian. His love life was made up of a series of passionate, short-lived engagements - and he never stayed with any one lover for very long. But it would have been nice - he supposed - if Mor had wanted him for something other than a foot massage.

Even Amren was starting to look like a promising prospect. But she was so scary and aloof that he didn’t think he would ever be able to seduce her.

Speaking of scary and aloof…

Cassian wanted to find Azriel the perfect gift for Solstice.

That morning, he had been in and out of dozens of shops in the market sector to no avail. Azriel had all the weaponry he could ever want. There were a hundred daggers, gifts, and ones he bought for himself, stowed and stashed in every corner of the House of Wind. Even if it was a safe bet, it seemed too obvious. Cassian wanted to make sure this year was different. He wanted to see Azriel smile.

“Shopping for someone special?” A lesser fae woman with horns called to him from a nearby street stand, glittering with jewels and silver. Cassian wandered over to her, admiring all of the precious stones and gems and intricate pieces lined up across her table for display.

“They’re lovely,” he told her, “But I don’t think you have the right gift for my friend.”

“A friend,” she drawled, pursing her lips. She bent down and began to rustle through a locked cupboard beneath the table. “Aha! A locket like this will turn a friend into a lover,” she winked at him, pressing a silver locket into his hand.

Cassian smirked, wondering how she had picked up on his quiet ruminations about his empty love life. “Thank you,” he said. “But it isn’t a woman I’m shopping for.”

Her eyebrows raised. “No? Well, that’s alright. I’m sure any man would appreciate being showered in luxury with something like this. I sell to all sorts of people, you know.”

Cassian spluttered, trying to hand her back the locket. “That’s not what I meant - ”

“No matter,” she said, patting him on the back of the hand. “We can find you something else, if you’d rather not entrance your friend with a heart-capturing locket.”

He laughed, unable to help himself, apologizing when he saw the woman’s face fall. “Sorry. How can you promise something like that, anyway?”

“It’s Solstice magic,” she insisted. “Believe me. I’ve seen it at work.”

“Not for my friend,” said Cassian, a dizzying swoop going through his stomach at the very idea. “But I appreciate your help.”

He almost turned to go, when he heard her voice ring out again. “Is your friend the sort who would rather have something useful than something pretty?”

Cassian shrugged. “He’s a little hard to shop for,” he said. “Usually, I buy him a weapon and call it done.”

She tutted at him. “That won’t do, will it? No - we must find something that will really take his breath away.”

He smiled at her. Maybe this mysterious woman really did have something in her cupboard of trinkets that Azriel would like. He stopped in his tracks.

“Alright,” he said. “If you can help me find something, I’ll pay you generously for it.”

Her eyes brightened at the challenge, and she smiled at him warmly. “How long have you known this fae?”

“All my life,” said Cas.

She leaned against a black clothed table behind her. “So. He likes to collect weapons, does he? Would you say he has a propensity for violence?”

“Not exactly,” said Cas, amused. “He can be very protective, though.”

“I know the kind,” she said. “Is he the sentimental sort?”

Cassian quirked an eyebrow at her. “Yes,” he said. “I would say he is.”

The woman nodded. “Sentimental, protective, and a life-long friend. Would you say he’s more of a warrior, or a poet?”

“A poet,” said Cassian at once. “Though I’ve seen him fight bravely, so that’s not exactly right, either."

“He sounds complicated.”

“He is,” Cassian agreed. “He’s quiet and reserved, and slow to trust others. I’ve known him long enough that I’m lucky to see him from a different side, and we’re as close as brothers. He has a lot of nuance to him. Once you get to know him, he can be so open. When we first met - I - ”

The woman grinned at him, cutting him off. “Are you sure you don’t want me to box up the locket?”

Cassian blushed. “That isn’t what he wants.”

She sighed, and waved him on. “Well, what do you think he would buy for you?”

Cassian shrugged. “I don’t know. I never know how to tell him what I want.” She rustled under her table again. Cassian leaned over, watching her work. “For me, Solstice is all about spending time together. If I could have anything, it would be that. The gift of his time.”

She pulled out a few more trinkets from the depths of the cupboard, placing them one by one on the table surface. “A lot of us want that,” she said, rising from below to lean across the table and peer at him. “But time is intangible. And a Solstice gift is meant to be symbolic. It isn’t about spending the most money to bring home the fanciest prize.”

“True,” he said. “This last year has been hard - for all of us - but especially for him. Velaris is a fine place to live, but he hates being trapped behind these wards. When our High Lord returns, I know he’ll lay aside his anger and serve him, but if you asked him about it today, he would say that he’s out for revenge.”

The woman nodded. “When our High Lord returns,” she said wistfully, placing a hand on her heart, a gesture of mourning.

Cassian cleared his throat.

It was a common belief in Velaris that they had been forsaken. That they no longer had a High Lord, and the Cauldron had not seen fit to grant them a new one. Long ago, Rhys had elected Amren as his second and Morrigan as his third. But there were some citizens who didn’t want a woman as a leader, even a terrifying one like Amren. For some, any mention of the High Lord had taken on an almost religious undertone. As though Rhys had been lost to an untimely demise, and only those with conviction believed that he would return one day, like some kind of god granting salvation to the true believers.

It was creepy and uncomfortable, and Cassian never knew what to say when he encountered someone like this in the street. Azriel was much better at telling them off.

“Death is final and no one returns,” He would say. “If he is dead, you’ll be better off showing your respect to the acting High Lady.”

“He’s not dead,” Cassian would insist, while Azriel just rolled his eyes.

“It doesn’t matter. He’s not here.”

He guessed that was the root of it. Rhys was not here. And there was no telling when he would be back. Cassian, for his part, still believed that it would be any day now, but he hadn’t yet sided with the heretics. He didn’t keep an alter for Rhys, and he certainly didn’t worship him. But he did, sometimes, still sleep in his bed, taking comfort in being surrounded by the sights and smells of his personal belongings. The scent of Rhys was growing fainter day by day, replaced by his own scent, and Azriel’s, too. Cassian found the combination alluring, but he missed Rhys more than anything, and hoped he would be home soon.

He fished in his pocket, handing the woman all of the gold coins he had. “I’ll have the locket,” he said, just to get away from her.

***

Azriel

As far as Solstice went, it was a pretty somber affair. Only Cassian had any real enthusiasm, and he kind of brought the whole Inner Circle together. Azriel might have let the holiday come and go, unobserved, if it weren’t for Cassian’s gleeful, boyish charm.

It was their first Solstice without Rhysand. Part of him didn’t want to celebrate, but he knew Cassian was right. This time of year was about being thankful for what you have, remembering those you have lost, and maintaining hope that the future will be bright.

There was lots to be thankful for. He still had Cas, and he still had Mor. Amren had not drained all the citizens of Velaris of their lifeforce - and she was a pretty capable ruler, even if Azriel found her undeniably unsettling. She called on him as Spymaster from time to time. There was never much to report, since all he had were the shadows at his feet, and the realm outside the wards was inaccessible to them. But it was nice to feel needed.

He wasn’t interested in buying any Solstice gifts for Amren, placating her with expensive jewelry the way Rhysand always did. But he wanted to give her something, so he had gone to the butcher’s market and acquired several flasks of fresh pig’s blood that he knew she would appreciate.

He poured the rest of his energy into making something festive for the others. After centuries, it was hard to shop for people, but it was always a safe bet to give them something consumable.

For Mor, he prepared a decadent breakfast on Solstice Eve, and set in front of her bedroom magically enchanted to still be piping hot when she woke up to find it. For Cas, he knew he needed to go all out, so he made sure their Solstice feast would be filled with all the foods he liked. Soup filled dumplings, roasted hen, pork tenderloin, seasoned rice and vegetables… Plus some traditional fare, solstice pudding and a plaited loaf of bread. And to top it off, he brought out a barrel aged cask of his favorite whiskey.

Lastly, he visited the sommelier to buy a bottle of rare and expensive wine for Rhys.

Not that he was expecting him to magically turn up to enjoy it with them - he just wanted to honor his place in their gift exchange tradition, if nothing else. He wrapped it up and scribbled Rhysand on the tag in his flawless penmanship, setting it beside a small gift he had also laid out for Cas.

***

The morning of Solstice, they sat in the living room, everyone in varying states of hung-over as they prepared for the exchange of their gifts. Mor and Amren had gifts for one another, and he and Cas gave each other something, too.

“I know it’s not much,” Az said, when Cassian opened the box bearing an enchanted thermos. “It’s supposed to keep your drinks completely hot for hours.”

Cassian’s eyes softened, and he lifted it to shake around the contents. “Aw, you shouldn’t have. Is there something inside?”

“Yes,” said Az. “A tea infused with jasmine and citrus. It’s going to wake you up, but the flavor should be more smooth than your traditional blend.”

“Thank you,” said Cas, and he unscrewed the top to have a sip of the contents. “Mmm,” he moaned, swallowing a mouthful.

“I’m glad you like it. I had a hard time shopping for you,” Az admitted. “A lady in a street booth had me half convinced to buy you a simple silver locket.”

Cassian spat out his tea.

Mor was sitting right in his path, and she squealed when she was splashed by the warm liquid, standing up to magically spell the front of her gown clean and dry. “What the fuck, Cas!”

Cassian coughed and pounded on his chest with a fist. Mor rolled her eyes and sat down again, turning pointedly away from the boys, going back to chatting merrily with Amren and ignoring them.

“You alright?” said Az, eyeing him carefully.

“I’m fine,” said Cas, hastily taking another sip, trying to cover his mistake.

“If you don’t like the taste, you can pour it out. I’ve got something else for you to drink, though I’d rather you save it for tonight.”

“No - ” he protested, screwing the lid back on. “It’s really good, Az. I love it.”

Azriel pulled his own gift out, untying the ribbon twined around it. “Wonder what this could be,” he teased, knowing that Cassian seldom broke from tradition, and in all likelihood he was about to unwrap his one millionth dagger.

His eyes went wide when he pulled open the box to reveal the same stupid locket he had thought about buying himself.

“Oh, before you judge me….” Cassian spluttered, “Just open the hatch.”

Azriel slid his fingers along the mechanism, pressing down lightly until the the locket fell open. Inside were several ruby red shards of a crystal, the broken edge sharp and jagged, like the edge of a knife.

Azriel looked up at him, his mouth falling open.

“I know it’s stupid,” he said, rubbing a hand through the hair on the back of his head. “But I wanted you to have it. It’s not functional but… since I have yours… I felt like you should hold onto mine. Because I’ll never forget what you did for me. You have no idea how much it meant.”

“Cas,” he smiled. “You cheesy bastard.”

“Woah,” said Mor, leaning over Azriel’s shoulder to look at the locket in its box. “Romantic, Cas. How come you didn’t get one for me?”

“Mor,” he laughed, pushing her away. “What could you possibly want with a broken siphon?”

“I just want to know you’re thinking about me,” she said, sighing theatrically. “Guess I can’t compete with Az, though. What is this, some kind of Illyrian courtship ritual I’m unfamiliar with?”

Both Azriel and Cassian began to argue with her, raising their voices until Amren slammed her open palm hard against the table and looked at them all with dangerous, slowly swirling eyes. “Enough of this childishness.”

“Yeah,” said Mor, grinning from ear to ear. “Just kiss, already.”

Once again their voices rang out in conjunction with one another, earning another searing look from Amren,

“Come on,” said Cas, grabbing Azriel by the hand. “We’ve got a date with a snowball fight, anyway.”

Azriel went with him readily, a thrill going through his spine at the feel of that hand in his. Once they stepped out onto the townhouse’s front porch, they winnowed to a vast, snow-covered grassy expanse by the Sidra.

“Oh,” said Az, as Cassian dropped into a squat and started forming snowballs. “You’re serious? You want to have a snowball fight?"

“Come on, we have to. It’s tradition.”

Azriel stepped forward, putting a hand on Cassian’s shoulder. “We can’t do this without Rhys.”

Cassian went stiff under the weight of his hand. He stopped forming snowballs and stood up again to his full height, his hands going to his hips. “That sounds like something someone who’s about to lose would say.”

Azriel laughed. He couldn’t help it. “Alright,” he said, stooping down and touching the snow at his feet. It was the perfect packing texture. He scooped up a handful, pressed it into the form of a ball, and tossed it into the air, testing its weight. “You really want to do this?”

“I said - ” Cassian growled, dropping into a familiar stance. “It’s tradition.”

“Just making sure you really want it,” said Az, grinning as he returned to the task of forming snowballs. “Because I’m going to completely fucking dominate you.”

Cas quirked an eyebrow at him flirtatiously. “Is that a promise?”

Az rolled his eyes. “You wish,” he muttered, and hurled a snowball directly at Cassian’s face.

***

Cassian

Azriel really came alive during the snowball fight.

It was the first time he had seen him this happy in months. Cassian gave it his all - he really did - but Azriel must have been primed for this victory, and, as he had promised he would, he totally fucking dominated Cassian.

They’d pretty much desolated the little glade by the river after a few hours - hardly a scrap of snow left after their battle - just mud, and dirt, and boot stomped grass beneath. Both of them were panting hard. Cassian took aim with his final snowball, and Azriel shot it out of the air with a well timed one of his own, obliterating it into frosty pieces that splashed into the river’s bank and stuck in the mud at their feet.

Cassian was just about to throw his arms up in surrender, but Azriel wasn’t finished with him. He lunged forward with a snowball in each hand, tackling Cassian against the earth, pinning him with both his knees on either side of his hips. At this close range, he splattered one of those remaining snowballs fiercely against Cassian’s face, and he groaned, gritting his teeth at the impact.

“Ready to admit defeat?” Azriel panted, his other hand still wielding the next snowball, holding it in threat above Cassian’s head.

“You win,” Cas groaned, trying to guard himself against the coming blow. “Please - Let me up!”

“Not yet,” said Az, and he brought his hand down, but instead of a snowball to the face, Cassian felt him cram the whole thing inside of the neck of his shirt, twisting the ice and snow until he yelped and cried out from feeling the bitter cold of it against his skin.

“Ow!”

Azriel’s satisfied smirk was a thing of beauty. His hair was dark and windswept, bits of ice and snow clinging to the strands, dripping as he sat astride Cassian. He was the champion of this year’s Solstice Snowball Fight, and he looked as handsome as Cassian had ever remembered seeing him, even covered in bits of mud and dripping wet as he was.

“Now will you let me up?” said Cas.

“Just admiring the view.” said Az, leaning his weight against Cassian harder. “I wonder if you went easy on me. Did you just want me to pin you down like this?”

“No, Az,” he blushed. He could tell it was a tease, that Azriel was just running high on the adrenaline from the fight. But something deep inside of Cassian burned as he stared up at him, and if he were being honest, he was rather enjoying being in this compromising position, already delving into wild fantasies and picturing himself licking the mud off Azriel’s boots. “You won fair and square.”

“Sweet victory.” He was still smiling when he leaned down to bring their lips together.

It was an entirely unexpected kiss - the feel of his lips, chapped, and cold from the snow. Maybe he expected Cassian to squirm away, but instead, he met the kiss with bold enthusiasm, opening his mouth to Azriel and sliding his hands into his hair, pulling him closer.

Azriel kept pace with him, moaning enthusiastically, his scarred hands moving readily to Cassian’s hips, working their way underneath his shirt and jacket. He could feel how strong and passionate Azriel was, how eagerly his hands moved against his skin. The sensation of his frigid, ice cold fingertips against Cassian’s searing hot skin was a new thrill that he wanted to burn into the forefront of his memory.

Cassian broke the kiss, pulling back even though his body was screaming at him to continue. “Azriel,” he said. “Maybe we should cool off,”

“Cool off?” Azriel breathed, trailing those fingers against Cassian’s chest again. “You’re so fucking hot, Cas.”

Cas groaned. “I’m all for letting you have your little victory lap, but it’s cold and I’m covered in mud, and we’re out here in the open, where anyone might see us.”

“Hmm,” Azriel sat back again, staring down at Cassian. His lips were kiss swollen, glistening pink and inviting. “I guess we could go get cleaned up. It is tradition, after all.”

Cassian shut his eyes as a hot flush settled over his cheeks, and he felt himself go red to the tips of his ears. They couldn’t get to the Cabin with the wards up. That was one tradition that would have to wait for the next time they saw Rhysand.

“Sauna,” Cassian muttered, lost to the image of the two of them, sweaty and naked at that private retreat. “We’ll have to - ”

“We’ll have to improvise.”

***

They winnowed back to the townhouse, and Mor and Amren were still sitting on the living room sofa, comfy and casual looking with flushed cheeks that might have warned they were both on the other side of sober.

“Who won?” asked Mor in an overly excited tone.

Cassian didn’t trust himself to speak, his brain still filled with lust-filled thoughts of Azriel. He glanced over at him, expecting him to announce his victory with all the aplomb that it deserved.

Azriel just shrugged.

“What, was it a tie?” Her eyes moved from one to the other, narrowing at the way they dripped sludge and mud on the carpet in the entryway. “Ugh. Gross. Why don’t you both go get cleaned up.”

Azriel raced for the stairs, and Cassian followed close behind, tugging his shirt up over his head as they made their way to the large bathing room that usually belonged to their brother.

Cas would have given anything for another hour of privacy from the girls, but he would have to make do with an exceptionally long bath time.

He slammed the door and turned on the faucet at the tub, letting it run full blast. Azriel shimmied out of his clothing, sporting an impressive bulge in his undergarments, and Cassian could barely keep his eyes off.

“Is this alright?” He asked, quickly getting himself undressed, too.

Azriel smiled at him roguishly. “I’ve seen it before, Cas.”

“I know,” he said, blushing. “It’s a little different this way, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know. Hard,” he moved his hand along the outside of his underwear, describing the shape of his erection for Az with his fingers.

“I really got you all riled up, didn’t I?”

Cassian blinked, taking his hand away. “I can try to make it go down if - if you just want to get cleaned up.”

Azriel just stared at him, hazel eyes roving all across Cassian’s form. “How?”

“Hmm?”

“How will you make it go down?”

“Oh - I don’t know. Douse myself in cold water. Or think about something unsexy and boring. I can’t make any promises, but, I’ll give it a try if you want.”

Azriel stepped closer to him. “Wouldn’t you rather do something else?”

Cassian swallowed. “Like what?”

“Oh - I don’t know.” Azriel mimicked his tone, running one hand over Cassian’s chest. “We could sit in the bath. I could watch you stroke yourself. Or you could let me handle it for you.”

Cassian felt like his body was a live-wire. It took him a minute to find his voice, and he settled his hand on top of Azriel’s, holding it steady above his pounding heart. “Would… would you really want that?”

“Yes, Cas.” His eyes flicked up to meet his. “Of course that’s what I want.”

Cassian nodded slowly, trying to let his brain catch up to his body. This was more than he ever expected - more than he ever hoped, he looked at Azriel, who was sporting what looked like half a chub himself. “Can I touch you, too?”

“Hmm,” Azriel let go, stepping out of his underwear before clambering into the bathing tub one leg at a time. “Maybe. We’ll see. Who was it that won the snowball fight, again?”

Cassian stared at him, awe struck. “Y-you did.”

“That means I’m calling the shots.”

“Oh,” Cassian felt entirely flustered. “So. Should I…”

“Get in the tub, Cas.”

His voice was steady. His tone, lowered into an intense, commanding register that set Cassian’s blood on fire. He wanted to do everything Azriel said. He would have given him anything in that moment, but all Azriel wanted was for him to get into the tub. So Cassian stepped out of his underwear, the last barrier between them falling away. He was impossibly hard - his cock bobbing as it sprang forth from the fabric, already flushed and leaking a bead of precome from the tip.

It wasn’t lost on him that Azriel’s eyes went directly to his cock, and he had this look of blatant desire written on his face. Cassian marveled at the way his pupils dilated as he waited for him to climb into the tub.

He slung one leg over, sliding in front of Azriel. The bathtub was generously sized, but its water level nearly overflowed when Cassian brought his other leg in and settled down into it. He quickly reached around Azriel to turn off the tap.

When he started to draw back, Azriel took hold of Cassian by the wrist, pulling his arm forward to plant a kiss on the inside surface. Despite the warmth of the surrounding water, a shiver went through Cassian at the brush of those lips, and he was swept into a vivid memory of their snow depleted field, of Azriel’s chapped lips and icy fingers, the way they had come together like a miracle of Solstice.

“Lay back,” Azriel said, letting go of his arm. Cassian gripped both sides of the tub with all his strength, slouching down so that the water came up over his chest and shoulders, and let his neck rest against the far edge. He tried not to move as he watched Azriel creep closer to him in the hot water.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to get you off,” said Az matter-of-factly, “Then, we’re going to clean up, and you’re going to go downstairs and help ready my dinner. How does that sound?”

“Good,” Cas babbled, clenching the rim of the bath tightly with both of his fists to keep himself from shaking as Azriel reached beneath the water to slip a hand firmly around his cock. He started slowly, more of an exploration than anything, and Cas tried not to squirm as he enjoyed the sensation of Azriel’s fingers, slowly working him. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed for the back of Cassian’s head, pulling him forward to kiss him fiercely. He fucked his tongue in Cassian’s mouth while his hand found its rhythm, starting to increase the pace and vary his grip. Soon, Cassian was moaning, desperate for relief.

Az was an intuitive lover, knowing exactly what Cassian needed. He urged him toward his orgasm with that deft hand, all the while controlling their kiss, and Cassian just let himself get lost in it, forgetting all about the girls downstairs. By the time Az had Cassian thrashing, his balls tight and his cock aching, he exploded into the water, coming harder than he ever had from a hand. Az let out a responsive moan that threatened to shatter his restraint.

Azriel broke the kiss at last, touching his forehead to Cassian’s, huddled up against him as they both panted, coming down from the excitement.

He wanted so badly to touch him. It was everything he could do to keep his hands to himself. Azriel was calling the shots, and Cassian could be patient.

He gave him a pleading look, but Azriel just shook his head, kissing him chastely on the chin. The same hands that had delivered his excellent orgasm were moving to finish washing up, such gentle, soothing motions, so at odds with their earlier fierce intensity. It was just as well. Cas sighed, relishing this attention, the sweet tenderness that Azriel offered to him, as though he understood how very touch-starved Cassian had been these last few months, and put easing those feelings above his own pleasure. He didn’t know what was next for them, but he silently vowed he would pay it all back to Azriel when he got the chance.

He knew there was still dinner to prepare, and he needed to be on his best behavior. Once he had had his fill, Azriel let him climb out of the tub and dry off. He wrapped Cassian in a large fluffy towel, and led him to the adjoining room, leaving the door open so the steam from their bath could dissipate.

They dressed each other with casual, clean linen clothing and a few last lingering caresses before they headed back downstairs. Cassian felt light headed when he followed Azriel to the kitchen, relieved that Azriel was still with him, as they went about finishing the last preparations of a feast to share with their fractured Inner Circle.

He missed Rhys. Of course he did. His absence was almost palpable, a gravity that pulled all of their attention to the empty seat at their table when they finally laid out their feast. And yet, as he sat beside Azriel, taking a serving of one of each of his lovingly prepared dishes, he couldn’t help but feel that this Solstice had been better than he could ever have hoped. Better than he could ever have dreamed.

#acotar gift exchange 2022 #cazriel #fanfic #ao3 #smut #feels #that's it #that's the ship

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coolgirl32 · 5 months

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What they do during Christmas. I know it's been a while since I did this but I hope you all enjoy it also no copywriting as you know I'm going to write about the X-Men as usual

Dog logan 🤠🐶

Before he met you he would spend his Christmas drinking whiskey and being lonely and acting like the Grinch and Scrooge. but when he met you his heart grew three times bigger (pun intended) and now he's much more excited about Christmas than ever I'm talking about him putting whiskey in his eggnog wearing a Santa suit for you on sexy time decorating his cabin for Christmas he's even more excited since you and him had your daughter and he's very excited to put her on her little Christmas onesie that said baby's first Christmas which is so cute by the way he loves Christmas and he wants his daughter to have a really good childhood and Christmas not the one he had when he was a little kid because he never had a good Christmas as a child he feels like he can be a better father than his dad ever was. Christmas photos are a must he will take several Christmas photos of you and everyone else. I also think he would put on country Christmas songs or Christmas carols and sing along.

Wolverine 🐺

He didn't really like the holidays because of so much sadness in his life that's until you came into his life he's a little less grumpy nowadays on Christmas but still being himself there would be snowball fights sometimes I also think he would put Christmas lights out on the roof because he doesn't want you getting hurt I also think he would help you decorate the tree watching Christmas movies and drinking hot chocolate is one of the greatest things to do with wolverine among other things. Spending time with his kids is also a great thing too cuz family has to stick together you know I also think he could sing Christmas songs only in front of you no one else can know about it 🤣 I think he'd be very curious on what you'd want for Christmas but he would always try to get you the best things like a good sweater uggs and some jewelry I also think he would want to spend time with you on Christmas nothing too fancy or anything.

Soul Creed 🦁

He and his sister only spend Christmas together just the two of them cuz when they were little kids their Christmas wasn't really a good one but ever since you came into his life he doesn't feel like Christmas is sad anymore he feels like Christmas is happy because he gets to spend it with his sister and you the love of his life. I also think that he would get you something very special like a locket with a picture of you and him and I also think he would get his sister something special too I also think that he might make you and his sister and him some hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies like Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer or Frosty the snowman I also think he would help you and his sister out with decorating the whole house and also having a Christmas dinner together. It warms up his heart that he has finally found someone that actually loves him for who he is and that there is someone that gets along with his sister deep down inside he knows that he doesn't deserve you but you remind him that he is loved and that you'll always love him for who he is.

Omega red

Before he met you he didn't really understand nor liked Christmas because when he was a child he never had any happiness in his life now as an adult he was even more unhappy that's until he met you now he's happy and he feels warm inside. His icy cold heart melted you are going to have to explain to him how to celebrate Christmas because when he was a kid him and his family never celebrated Christmas he was a little confused at first but with a Little help from you he finally got the hang of it he didn't know what to get you at first until he saw what you really wanted you were looking at this really cool awesome book that you had your eye on for a couple of days now so without you knowing he bought it and wrapped it up for you and when Christmas day came and you opened it you were surprised when you open up his present however he was even more happy it was a book he had once when he was a little kid he hugged you and thanked you and gave you a wonderful passionate kiss you too then drink hot chocolate and watch movies.

Victor Creed 🐯🦁(I'm using my OC)

When Victor was a young boy he never really understood about Christmas his father was a drunk and Christmas for him wasn't really that happy skip to many many years later she came into his life Victor is very happy with his wife Jacqulyn and is very excited about Christmas because he gets suspended with her when they eventually had their daughter his life became even more brighter and more happier and Christmas was even more joyful and exciting he decorates the house with his wife and make sure that everything is very fun he also buys his daughter a little onesie that says baby girls first Christmas to keep the memories he takes photos I think he would call his little brother and sister and everyone he knows and loves I also think that he would get his wife something beautiful like jewelry a beautiful picture frame with a beautiful family photo of him his wife and daughter while his wife gets him something like a new watch or something he'd like.

I hope everybody will have a wonderful Christmas and what are your thoughts on my post and please don't be afraid to request any fanfic

#xmen x fem reader #xmen x my oc's

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 1 year

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Remember everything

Word 2: Church

He softly grazes the top of the wooden bench as he breathes deeply.

There's always been some sort of peace he finds in sitting inside the church after hours when nobody comes inside, when it's almost closing down and the bell starts ringing for midnight. He thinks maybe it comes from being brought to church when he was a little boy and would sit quietly. Even as a little kid, he knew it was the most peaceful place in the world and today, he could use some peace.

Somehow the war was not ending. It was growing incredibly harder and harder to stay inside the manor with Voldemort practically living in one of the quarters making all of their lives miserable but what option did he have. He couldn't run away, he couldn't step back, he couldn't fight back, he was pretty much helpless and out of all of this, he was worried sick about Harry.

The ministry was very stuck on trying to find Harry, no.1 wanted criminal but wherever Harry was hiding, it was better that way.

But tonight Draco felt lonely. He remembers the last Christmas he had with Harry and he wishes he could go back in time and live that day over and over again, just because it was the last perfect moment they had.

"I bought you something." Harry said giving a calming smile.

"You really didn't have to, Harry." Draco insisted. Harry had already given him 2 gifts and he was worried Harry might just never stop.

"This is the last one, I promise." Harry said.

Draco sighed and then nodded, "Show me then.".

Harry smiled again and he fetched a small box from his pocket and opened it.

It was a small locket of a snitch.

"This is a replica of the snitch we followed in our first match. I couldn't think of anything but we both love quidditch and we do have some weird recollection of trying to catch the snitch against each other the first time. I want you to have this, as something to remember me by." Harry explained.

Draco was immediately about to cut Harry off and say something like, they don't need remembering or anything but Harry cut him off to that.

"I don't want to be negative but just look at my history. There's somebody inside the castle who's trying to kill Dumbledore and have me for Voldemort. It's always been clear that one day I'll have to face voldemort and I have a feeling that it'll come sooner than I imagined. I always get in trouble every year and you say I have survival instincts of a cat but I'm not trying to be funny- it's just, we both know that this relationship is not bound to be forever, you and I have always been aware of it but I don't want either one of us to forget this. So, this locket represents that I won't forget you and I hope you won't forget me either." Harry said almost too sadly at the end.

Draco felt overwhelmed, a lot. He wasn't a man of many emotions but right now his heart felt so heavy that he wanted to cry. It deeply saddened him because he was firstly betraying Harry and he could never find the courage in himself to tell Harry the truth but also because he knew that he would be the reason why the relationship would end and it would end very soon.

He looked at Harry for a moment then shook his head, "Harry, no matter what, no matter what goes down, I want you to know that I will always remember you, always love you."

But he knew it'd be their last Christmas.

"I love you too, Draco. I'll always remember you and always remember how you loved me."

Draco smiled sadly at Harry then turned away for a moment to discard his thoughts about telling him the complete truth but he knew the damage it'd do to Harry, so he chose not to. He finally said, "Put it around my neck."

And Harry did and they laughed a bit about how it ruined Draco's aesthetics but also fit quite right in but they enjoyed the last few moments in that forest, the togetherness, the warmth, the embrace before the fall.

Until Draco finally touched the locket and said, "I'm never taking it off, ever. I'll carry it with me forever."

And he meant it.

Sitting in that Church in silence, exactly a year after it happened, he traced the locket in his hand, ran circles around it and shed a tear. He rested his head against the bench and whimpered wishing Harry safety and comfort and he just hoped that Harry was still alive. He wanted Harry to win the war so badly. He needed Harry to win the war so they could finally be together again. He needed Harry to win the war for the whole wizarding world, for past, present and the future, for everything.

He stayed there a while until it was too late and the lights were starting to turn off and he knew he should leave but he needed to do one last thing.

He took out his wand and cast a patronus.

"Find him and tell him to be safe. Tell him, I miss him tonight the most and that I love him more than life itself. Tell him, I still remember everything and I always will."

And the patronus went right through the window and the final lights shut off casting darkness inside the whole church. Draco stood up as he heard Christmas Carol going off somewhere and thought about approaching those voices. It came from behind the streets and he looked at the choir sing from the far corner, not to be seen by anyone. He was about to leave and go back to the manor when a bright blue flamed stag patronus came in front of him and said nothing but went right through where Draco's locket rested and Draco needed no other words.

He walked back home holding the locket close to his chest, "I remember everything."

Projecting my little sadness into this

Tagging some of y'all for a boost, don't hesitate if you're uncomfortable with the tag <3

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satyr-gardens · 1 year

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Ghost in the Tower

It was a late night in the Dolore Tower, with the sky obscured by a thick, foggy darkness. As usual, Cadmus was alone in his penthouse, relishing his solitude. You see, Cadmus had a unique ability - he could read minds. But when he was stressed, it felt like a noisy concert in his head, with everyone talking to themselves. So, he treasured his moments of peace and quiet.

However, there was a problem - Dolore Tower seemed to attract the souls of the dead. Cadmus had no idea about this when he bought and renamed the tower. But now he had to deal with it. And, as if on cue, he felt a chill run down his spine, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end.

He looked up at the sky through his large window and saw a ghastly sight - a pale woman with parts of her hair ripped clean off her head. Her neck was twisted in a horrifying fashion, and Cadmus found himself staring into her empty eye sockets.

"Oh, come on! Really? Can't a guy get some peace and quiet around here?" Cadmus grumbled as he watched the ghostly woman climb up his window. "And seriously, lady, do you have to shed hair all over my freshly cleaned window?"

Cadmus grabbed a wand that he kept nearby and pointed it at the ghost. "Listen, you spectral nuisance, you ghosts are always causing trouble. Ooh, I can climb walls like Spiderman now that I'm dead. Big whoop!" Cadmus flicked the wand, and the ghostly woman went flying, screeching as she hit the wall.

"Shut up. surely by now you lot would know better than to haunt me."

The ghost continued to howl as she got flung around the room, smacking into walls like a helpless balloon. Cadmus looked around for an object to contain the lost spirit, much like someone would look for a glass to capture a rogue spider on the loose in the house.

He spotted a silver locket on his dresser and snatched it up. As he approached the ghost, he saw that her howls had turned into a pained whimper. Cadmus hesitated, wondering if trapping her in the locket was the right thing to do.

But then he remembered...thats right..he didn't care. and decided it was worth a shot. He held up the locket and chanted an incantation. The ghost was sucked into the locket, which glowed for a few moments before returning to its normal state.

Cadmus breathed a sigh of relief and put the locket back on his dresser. "Like a fucking PokeBall." he said to the empty room.

But as he settled back into his armchair, he couldn't help but wonder how many more ghosts he would have to deal with in the future. Dolore Tower was a magnet for the supernatural, and Cadmus had a feeling that his peace and quiet wouldn't last for long.

#Cadmus Dolore #Drabble

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fictionallyinparadise · 1 year

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Fuck it. The current yearnings and what we got each other for Christmas. Under the cut because I feel so fucking silly 😭

47: You know the books that have pages cut out to conceal a gun? Yeah I got him one of those and a bunch of other ways to conceal his guns/weapons. He got me a Halloween Squishmallow. Yes he bought it in October and hid it until Christmas <3

Diana: I got her a little gold heart locket with a photo of her, 47, and me in it!!! She wears it almost all the time hehe. She got me a long pretty red dress that can match with her black one!!!!

Arthur: I had a small crisis trying to think what I'd get him bc of the time period LMAO- anyway some premium cigarettes and a knife with our initials engraved on the blade. He gives me one of his shirts that doesn't fit him but would fit me and a bottle of expensive alcohol he absolutely did not steal.

Karl: A bar of soap /j. No but I'd get him a TV and a N64 console because he deserves to play Mario 64 damnit!! He makes me a bracelet with his House symbol engraved on one of the charms. The bracelet itself he didn't make, he bought it and made a new charm!

Lucifer: I don't think he celebrates Christmas tbh? I feel like we'd do the nice dinner part but not the gift parts. But that's just as valid and fun!!! We made our own pizzas :D

Aizawa: I would get him the whole world if I could oh my god. But I cannot give him the whole world so I instead can give him a wearable blanket! It's got cats on it. He got me a bunch of succulents and a sweater that says 'plant dad' to go with <3

Niko: We'd have a chill and low-key Christmas to ourselves, watching movies and cuddling. Also I think he'd get a gift we could both make use of, like a blanket or a board game? Anyway he got us a nice set of Battleship hehe

Pierce: I don't think he would celebrate either! Maybe put some lights up but otherwise it's just another day. But since this is our first Christmas together, he would get me a little gift. A Zippo lighter with 'my anchor' engraved in it, done by himself! I'd get him a better couch for his office, one with lots of pillows and comfy to sleep on.

Sully: As revenge (/lh) for him stringing mistletoe everywhere he gets to just have me sitting under the tree with a bow on my head. Which he would probably get a kick out of. I mean he also gets a nice cigar box with a map of the world on it but! He gets me a nice comfy robe. Just a soft fuckin cozy robe bc I am almost always cold.

Codsworth: He'd cook up the best food he can for me!! With all the love in his sweet little sphere body!!! He also lets me put some ornaments on his arms 🥺🥺 I'd get him like...two cans of oil so he can stay afloat <3

Luna: A HOUSE WITH BETTER WINDOW LOCKS /j. Nah but I'd get her this Squishmallow!! Because she deserves it. She got me a pen,,,the ones that look like this: ✒️ !

Jaskier: I get him a fancy pocket watch with a lyric from one of the songs he wrote for/about me on it!! He gets me a leather bound notebook, one with a fuckton of pages and high quality too.

Geralt: I get him a good fucking sword cleaning kit and some assorted treats for Roach! I think he would run out of time to get something because he's not uh. used to buying gifts. So he ends up getting a little wood carved daisy for me, which I wear on a chain. (daisies mean a lot to me IRL and it's my self insert's name so it's cute af)

Gordon: A fuckin break!! We relax!! We cuddle in bed and take a long warm bath together and then cuddle some more!! Fuck!! We both deserve this!!!

#tw christmas mention #💜; the a team #🌼; his lawman #🔨; oh beloved #💘; devil's dancemate #🧣; captured hearts #❤️‍🩹; and still i will live here...#🔑; opened up the sky to get one last kiss!#💰; he's my treasure #🪛; struck by your electric love!#❣️; nothing fucks with my baby #🥩; i'll build you up buttercup #🗡️; questing together #🥽; goggled and dangerous #tumblr glitched and deleted Gordon and jask/geralt's part >:(#anyway!!!!!!#christmas 2022 #self ship post #idk what to tag this with #anyway!!! luna always has the Squishmallow on our bed <3 #feel free to ask what other f/os get and got me!!!#i just did the current yearnings bc uh. head full #(ik geralt isn't on the 'current yearnings' list but i felt like it would be a crime to not include him)#(i love him and jask EQUALLY damnit!!!!)#anyway anyway <333

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weatheredcoffeecup · 4 months

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@thermalant

hiii i’m here for a written ship!! idk how many groups you do for one submission but the ones i’d want are skz txt enhypen ateez and the boyz if you do more than one!! and idk if this is too much to ask but could you possibly write like a sentence or two for one of the ships abt how you think they’d interact with me?? if not dw!! <3

Hi lovely! You can request any group any amount! And you're always welcome to come back for more requests if you think of more groups you'd like! :) sorry for the wait but here's your ship!!

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In Stray kids I ship you with... Felix!

I read what you sent and I'm like? Is this not felix himself? You both have the exact same energy and normally I'd choose someone who compliments that but come ON. You two would be the cutest thing ever. You two would walk in any room and immediately change the vibe to nothing but warmth and positivity. If either one of you were having a hard time, I know the other would know exactly what to do or say. On days off he'd plan the whole day around spending time with you. Baking brownies, watching films, taking a walk outside on nice days, probably going to a cat cafe or two. Once it came to night, it's either scream singing to kareokee or this sweet boy will be cuddled up right next to you. He would be playing with your hair and next thing you know he's fast asleep in your arms. Your whole relationship would be based on support, trust and making the happiest memories ever known.

In TXT I ship you with... Huening Kai!

You two had a special day where you'd get together and watch the latest episode of a show. You've seen quite a few this way, and sometimes at the end of the series, it leads you guys into a deep conversation. When there's sad scene on you'd glance over to Huening Kai who is tearing up and sniffling. "Are you crying?" "Stfu no..., maybe" But if there's ever a romantic moment- don't be surprised if next week he's attempting the same thing. "It's raining, I brought you an umbrella. We can share." "Hueka it's not even cloudy out."

"Let me take you to dinner at this 5 star restraunt."

"We have $5 combined rn"

"take out it is."

He would put in his best efforts and even if sometimes he was clumsy with it, the thought is appreciated. He's so sweet and does his best to make you feel special.

Anytime he would mention anything he likes, you would suprise him with it and it would always make his heart swell with love. He'd post you on his story all the time showing off your adventures together.

In Enyphen I ship you with... Jake!

Days with Jake would be like hunting fireflies as a kid. Anytime your with him it's fun, warm, and always special. Even the boring days. He would absolutely love spending the day with you and your friends too. Seeing your relationship dynamic helps him understand how he can understand your love language and treat you the best of his ability. He would be mesmerized with your drawings. Anytime your sitting down working on a piece he's right there watching. Sometimes he'd get his own paper and make silly little doodles with you. They'd be so cute you'd turn them into stickers and put them with some of your work around the house.

In Ateez I ship you with... Yunho!

Golden retriever boy pt 4 here lol. You know how Yunho and Mingi have their special handshake? You guys would to. It'd be so outrageous and bizarre no one could comprehend it when you tried teaching them. One day you would see a set of beautiful dainty necklaces. Upon further investigation it turns out they were lockets! You'd put in photos of you two and suprise him with it. (Up to you if it's on a random day just cause or for a special day!) When he realized what it was he MIGHT have teared up a little. Who could blame him? His favorite person bought something just for him. Now he can carry you around with him all the time.

In The Boyz I ship you with... Kevin!

Can you imagine watching his baby niece with him...? Just some food for thought.

Anways

Be prepared to suddenly have copious amounts of Beyonce in your music shuffle. You'd be making dinner when all of a sudden run the world or single ladies comes on. The next thing you know Kevin slides in busting out the absolute worst dance moves ever seen, but you can't help but join. If you mention how much you enjoy dancing he may take it upon himself and sign you two up for a dance class! You'd get there and he would be so excited. He's naturally really good at it and helps you find your groove and get into it also. Kev is quite an early bird so I hope you're okay with being woken up to with freshly made smoothies and a bright and smiley Kevin. Mornings would be filled with soft kisses and chats about what's to come. Maybe you'll go on a picnic, or a spur of the moment road trip. Maybe even just going to different pet stores and wishing to pet every animal there. More than likely though, you'll spend it inside listening to him practice singing and playing guitar. Sometimes you'll join in and have a small duet but the seriousness only lasts a second until Kevin does something silly and cracks a smile on your face.

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I hope you enjoy lovey and I hope the explanation/scenarios were good 🥹 have a beautiful day!! 🪻

#kpop #kpop ships #tbz #the boyz #tomorrow x together #enhypen #stray kids #ateez

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bisexualunicronrunningloose · 2 years

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Turtledove - Chapter 7

Ch.6

Y/N POV

The next day

You woke up the next morning. You sat up in bed and almost fell out of bed when a voice said “Good morning, Miss. y/l/n. Hope you had a good rest.” A strange voice said coming from… where was that voice coming from.

“Uhh… who’s there?” You questioned looking around for your knife… where was it?

“Apologies, I’m FRIDAY. Mr. Starks AI and home system. I assist him and the Avengers with their day to day lives and missions” FRIDAY replied

“Oh? Let me guess. James or Mr. Stark have already asked you to run a search on me?” You replied

“Yes they have” FRIDAY replied

“I wonder what you were able to find. What does it say after the explosion? I always wondered what was mentioned after that night” you asked

“I was unable to find much of reliable information after that night. It looks like you either died or just vanished” FRIDAY replied

“Have you shared this information with Mr. Stark and James then” you asked

“Yes Miss. It’s my understanding that they both wish to speak to you about what happened next.” FRIDAY replied

“I suppose you might be right” you got up from the bed and looked around the medical room you were in.

“If you are looking for the bathroom it’s the door behind you” FRIDAY prompted

“Thank you” you chuckled

You stepped into the bathroom. Your jaw dropped. You had never seen such a big shower. You took off your gown that you had put on yesterday and had a much needed shower. The stress and events of the last 24 hours had left you feeling sticky and in need of hot water to feel refreshed. You scrubbed your hair clean. And sat under the shower head letting the hot water and water pressure relax your tense muscles.

You got out the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself and went to grab some clothes from your bag. You grabbed a pair of black jeggins, a top in y/fc and grabbed a black leather jacket with silver zippers you had bought recently. You looked at yourself in the mirror as you brushed out your hair. You found the hair dryer and dried your hair. You pulled your necklace out from under your shirt. You opened the locket and looked at the photo of you and James at Coney Island. That day felt like a life time away. You were so different now but you still loved him, he had been your rock for years. You wondered if the two of you would be able to go back to what you were before. You shake your head and take one last quick look in the mirror and leave the bathroom.

“uh FRIDAY?” You asked unsure on how to get the AI’s attention

“Yes, Miss y/ln? How can I help you?”FRIDAY responded

“Y/n you can call me y/n. I was wondering where everyone was? I mean Nat, James, Steve and Mr. Stark? I think I probably should go and talk to them? Also where should I bring my stuff?” You ask.

“They are all currently in the common room and kitchen. I can give you directions. As for your bags. I’ll have someone take them to the room that Mr. Stark and Nat have set aside for you” FRIDAY replied

“Thank you.” You replied. You grabbed your satchel bag with all your files that you had grabbed from HYDRA when you escaped. You didn’t want them in anyone’s hands except your own. You still hadn’t decided how or when you were going to share them. But you figured you should probably do so soon. Keeping that a secret for too long would eat you up. If you wanted to be trusted by the Avengers you had to share everything with them and let them decide.

FRIDAY gave you directions to the common room and kitchen area. You could hear people talking before you turned around the corner. You took a deep breath before turning the corner. Everyone stopped talking when they saw you standing there. James slowly stood up. But before he could walk over to you Nat was by your side. She must have sensed how nervous you were and wrapped her arm around your shoulder looking at you with a huge smile.

“Look who decided to finally join us! Come on sit. I’ll grab you some food and introduce you to everyone else she smiled”

Nat said pointing to all the free seats infant of you.

You hesitated before taking a seat on one of the single arm chairs.

“Thanks” you looked around at all the people sitting around on the sofas and floor.

“Everyone, this is y/n. Y/n this is Wanda, Clint, Sam, Bruce, Tony, Vision and you already know Bucky and Steve” Nat said as she introduced you the the members of the Avengers. You nodded and smiled at everyone.

“I’m sorry, did you just say that she already knows Bucky and Steve” the man called Sam asked. “So she is your girl then Barnes, why didn’t anyone tell me!” Sam said jokingly.

“But that would mean …How? I mean … you don’t …” Sam looked visibly confused

“Old? Like I should be what 90 something by now? Or dead” you joked looking at Sam

“Yeah…” Sam replied looking at trying to figure out exactly how you hadn’t aged.

“Long story… I … um *sigh* how do I phrase this … was on ice for a while…” you responded.

At that James snapped his head to you. Who looked concerned and shocked all at once. You wondered why he looked like that.

“I … uhh … have these files that have some information about me that I believe will be useful. Um Nat? I think you better take a look and um maybe whoever is in charge or can make sense of them. I’ve read over them countless of times and still don’t understand everything in them” you handed over the satchel to Nat. She looked at you to check if you really meant it. You nodded, you figured now was a good time as any to finally share your past. You figured that Nat would be the best person to hand the files over too.

“I figured since you already asked FRIDAY to look into me this will help fill in the gaps. Also it should help you decide how much you trust me. Considering the content of them.” You looked at Nat. You raised both your eyebrows in question ‘should I tell them now or wait until you’ve looked at them?’.

“Y/n what do you mean if we can trust you?” James asked he looked visibly confused. Poor guy, you thought how is he going to take this… considering everything that has happened to you since he last saw you you wondered how he was going to take it.

“Uhh…” you looked at Nat. She had opened one of the files and was scanning them. She looked up to you and walked over to the man named Tony showing him the file she had just read. He looked at it then looked at you.

“By any chance are you the same y/n y/ln that my father talked about you was presumed dead after an explosion in a lab?” Tony asked. My father you thought… wait is Tony Howard’s son? You looked at the man in front of you and you saw the resemblance. He must have been the Mr. Stark FRIDAY was referring too earlier.

“Your father? Wait Howard Stark is your father” you asked

“Yes” he replied, he had a ghost of a smile on his face.

“You look a lot like him you know. But to answer your question yes. But the explosion didn’t kill me. It almost did … but by the file you are looking at. I’m guessing you may have an idea as to how I survived”

“I’m sorry. What explosion!” James asked standing up he started to walk forward but Steve stood up and put his hand on James’s shoulder.

“I hope you understand when I say I want to look over all of these. Talk to you and dig deeper with FRIDAY before I can let you join us. Also keep you somewhere away from the rest of us” Tony replied

“I expected as much and I completely understand why. I do have questions as well. I also hope that you might be able to help in undoing some of what was done to me” you said

“Would someone tell me what is going on! Why can’t we trust her! She’s y/n! Steve and I know her. Isn’t that enough!?” Bucky asked

“Tony doesn’t know if you can trust me because… *you took a deep breath* I was used by HYDRA to do their dirty work. They ran experiments on me and controlled me for years. I was finally able to get away a few years ago.” you looked down at your shoes you couldn’t bring yourself to look at James or Steve.

“So HYDRA… had more than one human weapon doing their dirty work” Sam said.

“What there was someone else?” You looked up shocked.

“I think it’s best if I show y/n to her room and go over some details before we share anything else with her. Sorry, but just to be safe” Tony cut in.

His father had mentioned you a few times. Skilled nurse, volunteered to help with the war effort and research. She had been in a lab where they were trying to replicate the serum when something went wrong. She helped get everyone out but ran back inside to get some files when the whole lab blew up.

You followed Tony down a few corridors until you came to a door where Tony scanned his hand and plugged in a code. You followed him through the door and he opened a door on the right. It was a small room with a bed, desk and a en suit bathroom.

“I’ll have someone come by and drop off your bags” he said while taking a seat at the desk. Nat had handed him the satchel with all the files. He began reading them flipping through the pages of them he had a solemn look on his face.

“Looks like you put up a hell of a fight against them. They didn’t use you as much as ….” Tony trailed off

“Who?” You asked

“Barnes” he looked at you

You blinked. James had been used as well. You wandered if the two of you had been kept in the same place. Had the two of you been down the hall from each other all these years? You had so many questions running through your head.

“From what I understand. It looks like they used a computer chip to control you?” Tony asked brining you out of your thoughts.

“Uh yeah. That, I know very little about, just that it is what they used to control me. If I refused to comply or try and fight the programming they would zap me through it.” You turned around and showed him the scar at the back of your neck.

“They had some sort of device that would turn my self control off and that gave them the ability to tell me what to do” you explained.

“Right… and I’m guessing that chip is still there. And if someone were to find that device or replicate it. They would be able to control you” Tony said closing the file and putting it in the satchel

“Yes. And that’s what I’m afraid of. I’ve been on the run the last few years since I escaped them. I caught wind that the Avengers had taken Hydra down. But I was still worried. Just because you take the head off the monster doesn’t mean a new one won’t grow back or someone will crawl out of the woodwork wanting to continue their mission” you said.

Tony nodded his head. He stood up and turned to face you.

“I’m going to go over these files and get FRIDAY to look somethings over. I noticed that there are some hard drives here as well. May I ask how you have all of this” Tony asked

“When I was being held I noticed once that they kept everything about me in a box along with what I had on me when the found me. When I escaped I grabbed everything so they wouldn’t be able to do what they did to me to someone else. The hard drives hold videos. Some are of the experiments they did on me, so you better have a strong stomach watching those. The rest is video surveillance from what I did. I understand that you will have to share this with the others at some point. I just ask to warn James and Steve. Seeing someone you know be subjected to what I went through might be too much.” You stated.

“You know, my dad mentioned you a few times. I think he felt responsible for what happened. I’ll go over the file on the chip in your neck in more detail and consult with someone who I think might be able to help. They have experience with getting HYDRA out of peoples heads. You seem like a good person you just had a lot of bad things happen to them. Once we get that thing out of your head and I’ve gone over these files I don’t see any issue in you joining us. If that’s what you want.” Tony made his way to the door and opened it.

“Oh. When you are hungry just let FRIDAY know and she can help you with ordering some food and get it sent to you here” Tony turned back and walked through the door closing it behind him.

You fell back on the bed. You took a deep breath and sighed. You had done it. You had shared the files and now they knew. What happens next was out of your hands. Your stomach grumbled. You hadn’t realised how hungry you were. When was the last time you had eaten?

“Hey FRIDAY?”

“Yes y/n? How can I help?” FRIDAY replied

“How do I order food? Like is there a menu or? You asked

“If you look at the small tablet on the side table you will see the menu options for this week. Just select what you would like and I will get it sent up to you” FRIDAY replied

You picked up the small tablet and looked over the menu. You selected a burger (with meat or vegetarian) with a side of fries and (a drink of your choice) you also selected something to drink.

—— meanwhile in the conference room——

Bucky’s POV

The team where all sitting around the conference room waiting for Tony. He had called everyone to meet him there. He was on his way after talking to y/n. He was replaying what she had said.

“Tony doesn’t know if you can trust me because… I was used by HYDRA to do their dirty work”

She had been used by HYDRA… they had used her to do who knows what. And she thought that because of that she couldn’t be trusted. He was going to have to talk to Tony. If Tony was able to begin to trust him then he should trust her too.

Tony walked in carrying the bag that y/n had handed to Nat. What was in there that she thought she couldn’t be trusted. He knew that sharing his past had been difficult so he was going to be supportive in helping you.

“Ok. So I had a conversation with y/n. She gave me a brief explanation of what she has gone through. Seems like she was captured, experimented on and controlled is a similar way to Barnes” Tony began

“When?” Bucky interrupted

“Sorry?” Tony asked

“When did that happen” Bucky explained

“Uh..” Tony looked at the file “Looks like a few days before Steve went into the ice” Tony replied

“So what almost 2 years I fell of the train” Bucky replied

“Anyway” Tony continued “She was very willing and accepting that she stay in our holding area while we go over her files. She even explained what is on the hard drives. It seems like it’s videos of what they did to her and want she was forced to do. She doesn’t understand everything that happened to her and wants answers. She’s also worried the wrong people will find her and control her. I think we might have to contact Shuri for help in extracting the chip in her neck along with any programming”

“So what your saying is you are willing to trust her” Bucky asked

“I’m willing to begin to see if we can. Yes. So shall we all look at these files and videos” Tony responded

“I guess before we move forward we should” Sam replied

“I do have share something she told me. She said that the videos may be hard to watch” Tony said looking at Steve and Bucky.

Bucky looked at Steve, he could only imagine what they were about to see. He had flashes of what he had been through and wondered what you had been through. He mentally prepared himself for what he was about to see. Steve looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Bucky nodded his head.

“Ok, let’s start” Steve said looking at Tony.

“Alright” Tony said. He pressed a few buttons on his tablet to turn off the lights and plugged in one of the hard drives and opened up the first file.

Ch. 8

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frickfrackiwastakingabath · 2 years

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Crime accessory au (sorry for being dead)

Niche aus that only I find interesting? Its more likely than you think.

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Device

tw for slight dehumanization and depressing/suicidal thoughts

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Ranboo was an accomplice. He made the wearer invisible. When he asked someone a question then they would have to tell the truth.

A perfect design for a terrible evil man like the sorcerer.

A hundred years in the making. Sneaking around, interrogating, killing. Planning. All to over throw the king and install himself as the new ruler.

Dream enacted on his plan, putting Ranboo on and sneaking into the castle.

Ranboo wasn't the best at keeping time, especially not when in the pocket dimension he was kept in and changes his perception of time. But if he was correct...

Some one thousand years have past since then.

Just him, alone, stuck in a rock. Ranboo almost wishes rocks were alive just so the one he was in could die and release him from this eternal limbo.

While thinking about ways it would be plausible for him to stop existing, Ranboo's stomach lurched. In all his time alone, he nearly forgot the gut wrenching feeling of knowing a person was about to die soon.

Leave it to Dream to forget about him for a thousand years.

... humans lived that long... right?

Ranboo felt a chill on his cheeks, the first thing other than numb he's felt in a while. The sky was gray, rather than the blue he had hoped to see, and his dark greenish-blue necklace was resting on the humans hand where he was standing next to.

But... that definitely was NOT Dream.

Well,not saying Ranboo would be happy to see Dream either.

The human... human? Whatever whatever he was had long pink hair sticking out a dark purple helmet and armor, a bit bulkier and heavier than Dream would wear, though Dream prioritized stealth. The ears on the helmet were pointed and moved, which Ranboo didn't really remember seeing any human being able to do. His hand was calloused and pointed like claws shut in around him.

From the amount of times Dream would grab him or be less than careful, Ranboo still found his breath quickening like it was his first.

"What in- ow-" The hum- person. The person winced, clutching his head. Something red glinted in them. "What in the name of Blood God are you?"

Oh, direct addressing. That was... rare. Especially asking for him to speak. "Ranboo."

"What the heck is a Ranboo?"

"My name." He felt small. Well, metaphorically. Ranboo always felt like he was physically small because he was.

"No but what ARE you?" He asked again. "Like... my name is Techno, and I am a piglin. Your name is Ranboo and you are a...?"

Ranboo wiggled a bit, luckily sending a clear enough message for Techno to loosen his grip. "I am Ranboo and I am a device."

"Of?"

Hmm... Dream made it very clear that it was bad for people to find out they murdered people. "That was never made clear to me."

Techno shrugged. "All right. Why were you in a necklace?"

Ranboo shrugged back, not saying anything. It was so he was on a mundane but recognizable item normal enough to have around. Would always be on Dream.

"So I got an enchanted necklace for only twenty gold?" Techno looked back at the stall (they must be at a market) he was bought from. Even after Dream made it clear Ranboo was an item,it still left a coppery taste in his mouth to be treated as such. "Score. How do you work?"

"If you put me on with a stand of your hair in the locket, I can make you invisible," Ranboo explained,not really thinking. "And in this form I make anyone tell the truth."

Techno's eyes went wide, before he squinted and swatted at the air next to him. "That seems pretty useful. Glad I got you. How do I put you back in the necklace?"

Ranboo shrugged, not actually knowing what Dream did to put him away after a mission. And even if he did know, he wouldn't tell anyone ever again. He would do anything as long as he wasn't put away.

"Hmm..." Techno thought for a second, before getting an idea. "Here."

Techno pulled a bottle off of his belt and dumped Ranboo inside. It smelled overly sweet, like strawberry gummy, so a health potion. Ranboo's theoretical heart sunk.

Techno didn't think he was a person, did he?

It made sense, he was bought. He explained himself like a user manual. And it would be correct, Dream enchanted him into existence like any other magic item. Like Dream always said he was, just a weapon.

Ranboo felt numb again as Techno got on a horse and rode down a bumpy dirt path, far away from the village.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #tiny!ranboo #giant!techno #crime accessory au

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han-shinsuke · 2 years

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| s h o y o h i n a t a

he’s not lost but had to send him back home.

A day has ended beautifully.

“Hm, Sho? Can you sign this for me?” he simply nodded his head when you handed him the merch you bought.

Shoyo pulled out the jackals’ jersey jacket from the reusable bag and searched for a pen inside his bag. You sat in silence beside him, admiring the rising moon from the view deck of your favorite food park.

“Do you miss going home, Shoyo?” you asked while helping him to find a pen. Shoyo paused for a second, looked at your face and then asked.

“We could do the signing at home, shall we leave?” he smiled. As kind as he always does.

“Found it!” you said, giving him a wide grin.

You motioned him to sign the jersey while digging back to his things. You were searching for something. When found, you slid it in your pocket.

“Done!” he looked happy when he shoved back the merch in its place. You wondered, was he really happy? Or just forcing himself to be joyous, “let’s go home, Y/N.” Shoyo caged your hand inside his.

Shoyo had to let go of your hand to open the car’s door for you. You shook your head and smiled.

“Let’s get you inside first, Hinata,” some strange feelings engulfed Shoyo when you said ‘Hinata’ instead of ‘Sho’ or ‘Shoyo’.

You led him to the driver’s side and open it up for him. “Come on! Go in! Time to go home!”

He could feel your excitement. There’s just something different with the way you talked.

“You are scaring me, Y/N,” Shoyo said, hand gripping the rim of the car’s window, “get inside now.”

In contrast to what he told you to do, you pushed the door closed.

“Be careful on the road,” you said, smiling. “You can go home now.”

As your hands started to slip, Shoyo grabbed them immediately and furiously, asked you this. “What the fuck is happening, Y/N?!”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Just sending you back to your real home.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Hinata.”

Still smiling, you removed his hands on yours.

“You’re happier whenever you were with her,” you looked on both sides of the road before running to the other car. You waved him a goodbye.

“Mister, please take me to the address written there,” you gave a piece of paper with the exact location of your property and told the cab driver to drive.

As you sat in the backseat, you sent Shoyo a message.

• [ I had your things moved out from my house. The delivery team is on their way to Miyagi. ]

• [ Do not come back. You don’t owe me anything. You are where you are right now because of you. You aren’t indebted to anyone. Your success is yours. ]

Shoyo started living with you over a year ago after his successful debut as a professional volleyball player. You were certain he had done that to repay your kindness and help during those years of struggles and homesickness.

When he learnt you have feelings for him, Shoyo had to confirm it. He heard of it from your own lips. Said, maybe to give it a try.

That time, he was already dating someone. Shoyo stopped seeing that girl to spend his life with you. He moved in to your house. Treated you well and with respect.

But, there’s a part of you that aches whenever you think of that his life could be more different and happier if he’s with her.

It happened last month, you’ve seen her again with Shoyo. They were talking casually and that was when you saw him put his jersey jacket on her when he noticed her shivering. And then you realised the extent of Shoyo’s choice, of what he had to give up just to return your efforts.

Shoyo Hinata has a right to life. So, you made a decision for him.

You kicked him out of your life.

It was cool. Maybe, not at all.

He looked betrayed when you left him there... speechless.

Again, you sent him a text message.

[ Go straight home, Hinata. ]

You took out the duplicate key of your house from your pocket. It has a compact mirror sized keychain that looks like a locket. Your chest tightened. To fight off the tears from escaping your eyes, you breathed out a heavy sigh.

Inside the locket were your photo taken years ago.

It was you, raising a banner with a message; Shoyo, the rising sun!

You were his first fan.

#anime #hinata shoyo #shoyo hinata #shoyou hinata #hq #haikyu #haikyuu #angst #shoyo hinata x reader

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jaesvelvet · 3 years

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muse — watanabe haruto

warnings: lowercase,grammartical error,spelling error

pairing: haruto + fem! reader

words: 2.3k words

目が合う目が合う

だけで息が詰まる

ほど美しい my muse

my muse is so beautiful

that i can't breath

just by meeting her eyes

+.*

haruto widens his eyes when you stand not so close beside him. your presence could make haruto cloud nine. your laugh could make haruto smile like a fool and your lips, if the world free from any rules, he would like to put his lips onto yours.

as you felt someone watching you, you turn around only to see some male's back, walking away from you. haruto fastens his pace to go to the dance practice room with hands full of snacks, he doesn't want you to think of him like a creeper, staring at someone without any particular reason.

"oi, what takes you so long?" mashiho asked the younger

haruto smile, he gives the oldest snacks that he bought from yg's convenience store. he gave all of the members snacks and water that he bought with his own money as punishment for losing rock paper scissors.

they all minded their own business, felt too tired of having chat with each other, they have gotten no rest since morning, practicing for their upcoming debut. all they could think now is their comfortable bed. but as much as they want to rest, they need to get this choreo neat and perfect to amaze the audience.

but haruto, his mind could think of you. you with silky hair and always wear your favorite white converse whenever you came to the company. it's unbelievable how you made him go crazy about you since he never felt falling in love with anyone. but when you step in the dance practice room and greeted them with a big smile on your face, that's the time where haruto felt you are so cute and making his heart fluttered

knowing your personality, haruto felt you are his type, he is completely head over heels for you, and he hates how he can't speak even a single word towards you when he realized his feelings. he felt so stupid.

"you guys!!" you entered the dance practice room with your infamous smile. behind you, lee youngsang, your father followed you into the dance practice room and put his belonging on the couch.

"i give you all 5 more minutes and shows me your result" said lee yongsang, or treasure's dance teacher or your dad more specifically.

as the leaders of the group, jihoon, and hyunsuk yelled out a 'yes teacher!' as a response, but once again haruto felt the cloud nine in his body, seeing the person he likes talking to doyoung, you always laugh whenever doyoung make the dad jokes, although haruto and the others find it not funny and lame, you being the easily laugh person, always laugh at doyoung's joke and it successfully made haruto smile like an idiot.

"who are you smiling at?" haruto flinched, truly shocked by asahi sudden appearance.

"no one, i remember when jeongwoo fell the other day, it's still funny till now" he answered coolly asahi can't know his big secret although he closes with asahi.

asahi nodded and left haruto alone, haruto sigh, relieved as the oldest trust his little lie.

"ruto ya" you called him

"yes,y/n?"

"i watched t-map yesterday, and i heard you like collecting butterfly necklaces"

"um yeah, that butterfly necklace is cool you know" haruto's heart flutter when you said you watched t-map, it means you knew how loud he is, a bit embarrassing but felt happy when you knew what he likes through t-map.

"you know– your style is cool and your fashion sense too, what about you wear something cute?"

"um yeah, that butterfly necklace is cool you know" haruto's flutter when you said you watched t-map, it means you knew how loud he is, a bit embarrassing but felt happy when you knew what he likes through t-map.

"why don't you try to wear something cute?" you asked

haruto scrunched his face. wear something cute? like what? like doyoung's all-red outfit? or junkyu's koala pajama?

"wear this. i made it myself, i made for you cause i remember you said you like collecting butterfly necklace" you handed it him a white pink bead necklace with a butterfly locket

haruto smile widely and couldn't help but chuckled at your cuteness. oh, how he wishes he could hug you right now

"thank you y/n, i'm gonna wear this," he said and wear the necklace on the spot, seeing you laugh happily made him happy. love turns someone crazy.

"okay guys that's enough of a break" the teacher yelled, making all of the 12 treasure members turn to their positions. haruto smile as he saw you mouthing 'fighting' to him.

+.*

haruto stares at the bead necklace with love in his eyes, he smiles when he thought you made this while thinking about him who loves collecting a butterfly necklace. he felt appreciated for the moment.

suddenly the door open, showing junkyu with his koala pajamas, entered the room with a towel on his shoulder and wet hair.

"i felt like i could sleep till next week" the older groaned, throwing himself to his bed, ready to sleep.

haruto didn't reply, he also felt tired from all day practicing, he turns his body facing the wall, ready to sleep but junkyu's question made him awake.

"do you like y/n, ruto ya?"

"what are you talking about hyung?"

"we all know"

haruto gulped

we?

who we?

treasure members?

if yes, he is doomed.

"no, how can i—"

"you guys could make a cute couple"

"go to sleep hyung, we got to get up early tomorrow" haruto said, not want to continue this topic.

junkyu let him off, he also wants to sleep right now.

+.*

today is the day, where they need to record their debut song, but in the japanese version. when haruto turns to record his part, you enter the studio with your favorite potato snack.

you smiled at haruto who's now in the recording room, haruto returns your smile and starts practicing his rap before record it as he wants everything to go perfectly.

you still smiling at haruto, secretly adoring how cool he is while working, noticing jihoon looking at you with a smirk on his face, you quickly change your focus to the snack you bought

you don't want anyone to know your crush on haruto because they're gonna debut soon, and rookies can't date. you felt butterflies whenever haruto talks to you or smile at you, although you're the one who always starts the conversation, yet haruto never failed to make your day better

you noticed how haruto always awkward whenever you guys having a conversation and it made him cuter! thinking he must be awkward with a person besides his members

"ready, haruto?" the producer asked through the mic

haruto gives thumbs up, showing he ready to show off his skill to you although you know how good he in rap through ygtb.

he starts rapping in his native language, making you surprised, amazed at how his voice got so much deeper than rapping in korean.

"y/n cover your mouth, i'm afraid if fly flew into your mouth" jihoon joked, making all of the members laugh at you, you frowned at him but of course jihoon, being jihoon, he keeps teasing you more and more.

"it's cute how you flirt with haruto with the bead necklace"

"i wasn't flirting!" you backup yourself

the members gave a sly smile at the youngest, obviously didn't trust all the words that come out from your mouth.

"yeah, but your dad said you took the class for the necklace, and you hate beads since they're so small and hard to do anything with it" said jihoon

you sighed as you can't think of another reply, because all of jihoon said is true.

"am i being obvious?" you finally being your true self towards the olders

hyunsuk nodded

"we can already tell you like haruto— the way you talk, see, and smile to him is different whenever you with us beside you only do bead necklace for him only," hyunsuk said, faking his tear at the fact you didn't give them your handmade bead necklace.

"haruto must know about this too, right?"

"nah he doesn't" junkyu replied

"why are you so sure?" you asked

"i was his roommate and i can tell he clearly in love with you, he slept with your necklace yesterday and we all notice how he smiling like an idiot whenever you around"

you couldn't help but smile at junkyu's statement

"you know y/n,his part in 'boy' he wrote himself. and guess who is the lyrics dedicated to?" yoshi asked

"who?"

"to you of course," mashiho replied

"seriously?" you turn your head, facing haruto who now rapping to his part.

"what does that mean?" she asked

"it means, my muse is so beautiful that i can't breathe just by meeting her eyes" asahi spoke, grinning at the youngest

the members start teasing you, making you turn all red. you cover your red ears when haruto gets out of the recording room. haruto frowned when he saw you covered your ears, did his rap didn't impress you?

jihoon and hyunsuk who sit in front of you could only smirk when they saw how fluttered you are.

+.*

as usual, you only sit on the couch looking at the twelve boys practicing so hard for their debut, your dad keeps correcting their choreo and makes sure they all dancing in synchronize or they need to repeat all over again.

you felt pity for them, but they need to practice for a good result. you keep your eyes on haruto, ah, how charming is he? the way he laughs whenever the others making a joke.

"okay, take 5," said the coach, making them all lay on the floor, catching their breath. you smiled as you take fruit juice from your bag pocket to give to haruto but your dad snatches it away from you and innocently drinks the juice.

"how thoughtful my daughter is? brought juice for her dad" said your dad, continue drinking the juice. you scrunched your face, you want to yell at your father but you decided to not make a scene, instead of doing what you have in your mind- which is throwing a punch on your dad's arm, you push him and leave the dance practice room with a frowned face.

jihoon and hyunsuk laughing, knowing their coach purposely doing that to tease his daughter. meanwhile haruto just finds you sulking is cute(not fully knowing what happen), he just wants to squish that tiny girl.

hours later, you come back to the practice room after wandering around the company. you surprised that they still practice although it's 8 pm. they should head home, right?

as you want to ask your dad when will they go home, a groan, making everyone froze and look at haruto who already lie down, holding his ankle. you quickly go to him and check his ankle

"i think he sprained his ankle," you said and help haruto to stand–with the help of the other of course. haruto winced as the sprained feet touch the floor, without saying anything you took off haruto's shoes and socks, taking ice packs from junghwan who go to the store when hyunsuk ordered him to buy ice packs

"wait, i get the first aid," you said and left making all of the members, including your dad to look at haruto

"what?" haruto asked

"i know you like my daughter kid, just confess i'm tired of answering her about you every day," he said

haruto widen his eyes

"w-what?"

"just confess ruto, i'm 100% sure y/n accept you," hyunsuk said

"if you still not sure, please take a look how fast y/n go to you when you sprained your ankle and the fact she only made beads necklace only for you" jihoon added

hearing their words making haruto smile shyly, she likes him back...?

seeing haruto smiling like an idiot, they all left the practice room as you arrived with first aid in your hands. you ignored the sly smile on others face, haruto's ankle is now more important

you kneel in front of him carefully bandaging his ankle

"you need to rest, no practice, walking making a late recovery," you said

haruto smile

"thank you y/n, i appreciate it" he said

you nod as you can't think any of response, you worried about haruto's injury, their debut only a month away

"i like you" his sudden words making you froze, slowly you look up, facing haruto

"what did you—"

"i like you" he cut you off

you pin the bandage and stand, making haruto look up at you. your smile making haruto's nervousness faded away.

"that is so sudden? i thought you could make it more romantic?"

haruto froze, feeling regret confessing to you without anything special. he needs to give a good impression as a boyfriend! - you could do better haruto! he thought. he apologizes to you in which you reply with your beautiful giggle.

"i'm just playing with you" you said and take a seat beside haruto, taking a brave move, you rest your head on his broad shoulder.

"but really, i'm sorry for confessing unromantically"

"ruto, the rap in your debut album is amazing, and that's the most romantic thing someone ever done to me. thank you" you said while smiling, thinking about his rap.

haruto scoffs, he knows so well yoshi said this to you because yoshi is the one who knew the rap is meant for someone he loves. however, he also wants to hug the older as he 'helps' his feelings towards you.

"let's go home, you need plenty of rest" you said, helping the boy to stand up

"can you come to my dorm? i need someone to take care of me, i can't walk it will cause a late recovery someone said" haruto said in a teasing way making you slap his arm, laughing at his words

"i will make sure dad send me there tomorrow"

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DRUGS, ALCOHOL, ADDICTION, ABUSE, SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS, AND POSSIBILITY NSFW STUFF.

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Part 2 is a little about readers past

Part 1 /// Part 2 (You're here)

And yes, I added two songs. Why? Because I felt like it!

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'Rain' was something Y/N always enjoyed. Rain even though brought cloudy sad days, also brings life. Rain needs to be balanced. Too much can cause disasters and death. The day that it happened was rainy. Y/N wished that it wasn't a rainy day. If it wasn't, maybe they would still have the same love for them as before.

It was a few months ago when their heartbreak happened. You were walking in the rain, enjoying the weather with not a care about getting wet. You liked how it felt on your bare hands, and how it sounded when it hit your umbrella. Y/N also liked to splash the puddles with their yellow rubber boots. You were often called childish for this action, but you never cared. That was something he said he loved you for. The ability not to care what others felt.

It was your anniversary, and you got the perfect gift. It was a small watch that mimics the actions of a locket necklace. You also bought all the ingredients to make an excellent dinner for tonight.

You arrive at your small brick apartment that had small flowering vines growing on the side. You close your umbrella, shaking it out before walking inside the establishment. The architecture of the inside gave a vintage feel. With marble checkered style floors with a chandelier hanging in the small lobby area. The lobby was a small room that everyone used as a sort of wet room and it was also where all the mailboxes were kept as well. You set your wet boots and umbrella on your respected shelf and hurried upstairs.

Y/N liked where they lived. Sure it was a bit cluttered and small, but it felt lived in. Another plus is that the rent was cheap and the landlord wasn't cruel. You befriended the sweet old lady that was your landlord and went by the name Lily.

Lily and you both would often have little get-togethers on her fire exit balcony. You learned a lot about lily and her life. She would often tell you stories of her younger years and talk about both good and bad in her lifetime. One of the good parts was her grandson that she would brag about constantly. She told you that he opened up his own floral shop and how she was so proud of him. You loved to listen to her speak. She had a voice that was harsh yet kind that blended into one like her tea concoctions.

You rush up the stairs to your apartment to get everything started for your eventful evening. You put your groceries away and wrapped your gift perfectly. Now it was time to find the perfect hiding place for it while you still have time.

As you were about to hide your gift in your shared bedroom, you heard the front door open. You quickly hid in your closet. Your heart was racing with the fear of getting caught and ruining the surprise you had in store.

Sadly, Y/N wasn't prepared for what they would see. I mean, who wouldn't be prepared to see their boyfriend of 2 years fuck someone else on their bed.

Y/N watched from a crack in the closet door. Hateful tears running down their face as they felt the betrayal ripping their heart into pieces. Their hands over their mouth in shock and to prevent the harsh screaming in their throat.

As you watched you saw the physical features of the woman he has bedding. She looked tall and extremely fit, with long flowing hair. She was everything that you weren't. She was like a goddess while you were just some commoner.

They finally finished after a few minutes and rested for a bit before they started to clean up the mess that they made. You listened to the small conversation they had as they were getting dressed. "Thanks for the good time, babe." Said your now ex as he put on his shirt, adjusting it to look like nothing happened. "No problem, big boy. But, I need you to tell me something." The mistress said while putting on her undergarments. "When are you gonna leave your-uh- 'current situation' to finally be with me?"

Y/N's mind burned with questions. How long has this gone on? Did he even love me? Was all this just nothing? These thoughts ran circles through poor Y/N head as they listened.

"Oh I don't know, I wanna let them down slowly. We've been together ao long. I don't want to hurt them, you know?" But, what he didn't know was that the damage was already done and the hurt was sinking in like a knife to your chest.

Y/N waited in the closet for a long time. So long that your boyfriend already walked the mistress out the door, changed the sheets, and took a shower. You sat in the closet silent and shocked as you were thinking what your next move is. It took some time but, you finally made up your mind. He needed to go. On wobbly legs, you stood and walked out of the closet. You were ready to confront the one who you once loved and never really loved you back.

You walked into your living room to find him sitting on the couch watching tv, supposedly waiting for you to come home. You slowly walked up to him, not wanting to be noticed too soon, but a loose floorboard gave you away. He turned to you, the words 'happy anniversary' died in his throat as he saw the look on your face.

You had a sickening scowl on your face that was accompanied by tear-stained red eyes. "You need to leave. Now" Y/N hated how they sounded at that moment. Voice strained and raw. They cringed internally at how their voice sounded so pathetic and hurt.

That's when the fight began.

Y/N and their lover screamed and fought. Hurtful words and insults were thrown at each other. For a moment Y/N thought he was going to strike them. You had to physically shove him out the door along with some of his things. "I never want to see your fucking face anywhere near me again! And you can crawl right back to that whore that you were fucking earlier and sleep there!"

Those were the last words you said to him as you slammed the door in his face and locked it behind you. You slid down the door, sitting on the floor, as you listened to the petty insults and the pounding that your ex was throwing at you bedind the door.

As you hear him start to walk away from the door, you continue to slide and lay on the floor observing the chaos that was before you. The couch was flipped over along with some broken lamps and vase pieces that you both threw at each other.

Y/N laid in the remanence of their once loving home that has now turned into a room of hurt. Now too exhausted to move, Y/N fell asleep on the hard floor, listening to the rain.

After that night, Y/N fell into a deep depressive hole that felt no escape from. You didn't want to get up, you didn't want to do anything. You just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

Sometimes your neighbors would come to your apartment to check up on you, but you would always say that you were fine. Lily would come and make you breakfast and chat sometimes. Your best friend would come as well staying with you almost all week to make sure you were ok.

You remember once she brought you some flowers and tea from a local flower shop to help you cope. In the end, you just watched the flowers wither and rot wishing you could do the same. You were going to make that happen.

It was a clear night with the moon full and beautiful. Y/n walked up the stairs wearing their best dress clothes with their hair combed up. It was going to be your last night alive, so one must dress appropriately to fit the occasion.

The apartment building was a few stories tall, it wasn't skyscraper tall but, it was enough to get the job done. Y/N stood at the ledge, hair blowing in the wind as they looked down below at the concrete below them. As they took a shaky breath ready to make the first step, Y/N heard that kind voice behind them.

"I hope I'm not interrupting something," It was a voice you wouldn't expect in a thousand years. Y/N carefully turned around on the ledge to find Lily standing behind them. Looking at Y/N with kind eyes.

Y/N would have never expected Lily to be here. It was even more of a shock that she looked at them with a kind glance, giving the position they were in. As you focused on lily you saw that she carried 2 foldable chairs, a blanket, and a thermos. Y/N questioned how she even carried that up all those stairs.

She propped both chairs open and took a seat mentioning you to come to sit next to her. You slowly climbed down from the tall ledge and made your way towards the old lady. You sat down next to her staring at the ground, not daring to look up at her face.

"How did you know I was up here?" You asked while holding back the tears that threatened to fall. "I read it in my tea leaves this morning dear!" She started chuckling at her statement as she threw a blanket over both of your laps.

She started to hum a soft unfamiliar toon as she grabbed her thermos pouring you a cup and handing it to you. You stare deeply into your cup as the warm floral liquid floods your nostrils.

"You know I know what you going threw right now." You look over at the woman speaking to find her looking up at the stars. "This is a story I refuse to tell because it hurts so much. So listen closely when I speek."

She took a shaky breath before she started her story. "It was a warm summer day, my husband and daughter thought it would be a good idea to go grab some ice cream together like when she was little. I remember her smile as she handed me her little Finn before she left. She had wild red hair with freckles that sparkled across her whole face, like her own personal galaxy." She paused smile faltering as she remembered.

"There was an accident. A drunk driver crashed into their car killing everyone. It tore me up inside. I lost the love of my life and the gift that he gave me. Sometimes I can see my daughter's face when I look into her son's eyes. Soon after the funeral, I adopted Finn and sold my house to move to the city. I took all of the insurance money and invested in this very building. Sometimes after I tucked Finn into bed I would walk up here, right up to the ledge just like you did. I would stand there and just think about what to do. I never jumped and I think a good reason is that I had to live for my grandson."

You finally let the tears stream down your face as you turned to look at Lily. Lily got up from her seat and sat in front of you taking your hand in hers. "Y/N listen to me when I say this, even though this breakup is hard right now and you don't know what to do with your life right now, you should never give up on your life. Not now or ever. Y/N you have so much life left in you and tomorrow is never granted but, take your time, go slow and you'll come through the other side stronger and happier than before."

She brought your hand towards her lips as she mumbled, "please stay alive for me at least." You felt her hot tears stream down her face as she wept into your hand. You both cried for what felt like hours but, this experience had brought you together way more than before.

You remember that night almost every day. It was like a reminder to never give up and keep looking forward. But as Y/N laid in bed could think about was the eventful evening they had with that man. The man at the bar. The man in a bunny outfit. The man who sat in their lap. The man with his light blue eyes and with a loving smile that felt oh so genuine. Thoughts of him flooded their mind. As they drifted off to sleep they finally made up their mind.

Y/N had to see Alphonse again.

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