#for leaves fall and flowers fade that i have loved / second age

[sunnami]

you'd be the love of my life when i was young

summary: gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.

pairing: poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader)

tags: slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending

note: i have a chemistry quiz due in 50 minutes but this takes priority. . . i haven't written in a while so forgive my rusty writing skills, they've only been let out from the basement today. not proofread, we die like the marauders. (title is taken from the song, 21 by gracie abrams, because that's roughly around the age jily die. hehe.)

They said when you fell in love with the right people, everything would fall in place after.

What a load of bullshit.

You had come to a conclusion one winter morning, laying in the Gryffindor common room dressed in your woolly, green jumper. You rested on the worn-out leather seat, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling, thinking about how it was going terribly wrong. How funny it was, that the 30th of December greeted you with an existential crisis instead of presents and hot chocolate. 

There was something quite wrong with you, you had noticed for the past few months. 

Every time Sirius Black smiled at you, showing off his pearly canines and the crinkles by his deep-grey eyes, you would experience a painful, tightening sensation in your chest — like someone was squeezing at your heart. Most people knew Sirius Black, the prankster, but you were lucky enough to know Sirius, the kind and spirited boy who had a heart that loved fiercely more than anyone you knew.

Cosy afternoons found you in the library with Remus Lupin, and a strange feeling would erupt in your stomach whenever Remus leaned down, and you’d catch a whiff of pine needles and fresh mint. Shaggy, blond hair falling over his eyes as he came to life, talking about your common love for muggle books. He made time feel like an illusion, minutes fading away into hours as the two of you shared stifled giggles, cheeks numb by the time you left the room. 

And James, oh James Potter. It was difficult to describe what you felt with him — but with James, the brightest colours in the world couldn’t even compare to him. James was like putting on a pair of brand-new eyeglasses and seeing everything clearly for the first time. And without a doubt, you knew that James would never let you get hurt. But these days, you were weak in the knees as you’d see him across the Great Hall, waving at you excitedly as he bellowed your name, and to come and sit next to them. 

Last, but certainly not the least, Lily Evans. Her sweet, airy voice was a warm hug on a cold day. And her actual hugs were second to none — don’t tell Sirius, however, he liked to shift into Padfoot to steal Lily’s title as the queen of cuddling. Lily flowers were delicate, she was anything but. The spitfire of Gryffindor, who would raise her chin and defy anyone who would harass you for hanging out with them. 

(“You’re our emotionally constipated Slytherin,” said Lily as she mushed your cheeks, cooing when you tried to glare at her, and the three boys guffawing in the background. They liked to tease you often, being a year younger than them.) 

Were you dying?

That was the only plausible explanation to your palpitating heart and rickety knees. 

No, it was definitely not because you had gone and fell in love with your best friends. 

That was absurd. 

You had tried venting to Lucius Malfoy once. Narcissa often doted on you, sneakily leaving treats on your desk before she left for her class, and fussing when you got sick — which was quite often. That meant, when you weren’t with the marauders, you were trailing after the Slytherin power couple, or Severus.

(Lucius curled his lips in disgust, Narcissa sipping tea by his side, failing at hiding her knowing smirk. “I am above such childish matters,” hissed Lucius, scowl deepening when Narcissa laughed heartily, looking happier than she had been since returning home for the holidays. “I do not know why you’d even think to come to me for this.”

You huffed. 

Maybe you’d try Severus next. 

Naturally, he stormed off the moment Lily’s name fell from your lips.

Your resident seventh-years were confusing.)

Fortunately, you were stripped from your thoughts when the entrance to the common room slammed open, the paintings clamouring as they were disturbed from their slumber. One by one, the marauders piled inside the room, a string of melodious laughter and boisterous conversations following their arrival. Hastily, you sat up, heart thudding against your ribcage. Silence, you wretched beast, you told it. Don’t let them see how I burn for them.  

“There you are!” Sirius came into view first, grinning widely as he crossed the room to reach you. “Who said you could be this pretty in the morning, love?” 

Ba-dump!

Sirius plopped down head first onto your lap, manoeuvring your hand to comb through his hair as he sighed in contentment. “Bloody hell,” He exhaled shakily, “Last night was the worst one we’ve ever been through.” 

Your fingers ghosted through the new scar etched across his sharp cheekbones — it was nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn’t fix, but you still didn’t like the sight of them bruised and wounded. Swiftly, Sirius grabbed your hand and intertwined your own with his. “I’m sorry,” You whispered. 

Sirius chuckled tiredly, tightening his hold on you, as though you were a tether that kept him afloat in his sea of nightmares. 

(And you were. If only you knew.)

“It’s not your fault,” said Sirius. 

Then, your eyes landed on Remus limping towards you, his bare skin littered with scrapes and marks, supported with an arm around James’s broad shoulders. He sent a toothy smile your way, despite the tired lines on his forehead and deep bags beneath his eyes. “Waited up all night for us, huh?”

“I just couldn’t sleep knowing you guys were out there,” You whispered sheepishly. “It’s too dangerous, what happens if something goes terribly wrong, and it costs you your life? We need to tell someone.” 

“Everyone who needs to know, already knows.” Remus bit down a pained expression as he sat by your side, head lolling on your shoulder. “This is the best we have for now.” 

You didn’t like it.

You didn’t like it at all.

Before you could reply, Remus turned his head, lips feathering against your exposed skin. His voice was low as he said, “‘Sides, it’s our job to worry about you, not the other way around.”

“Well, I apologize for interrupting your job,” You whispered back harshly, wondering if that was all you were to them, a younger friend they felt the need to look after. Oh, how mortifying that would be.

James chuckled from behind you, bending over the back of the couch, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lingering for a few moments that felt like an eternity. “You’re too adorable,” said James, tweaking your nose. “Our angry, little Slytherin.” 

“I’m not little.” You glowered at him.

“Perhaps not.” James smiled cheekily. “But you’re ours.” 

Often times, you had wondered how the five of you came to be so tight-knit, knowing their disdain for most of the Slytherins. 

(Little did you know, you smiled at them once in Potions, and they were a goner.) 

Something stirred deep in your belly. 

You sucked in a breath. “Don’t say things like that, James.”

People could get the wrong idea.

You could get the wrong idea.

“Well, why not?” Lily appeared in your peripheral vision, the scent of blooming wildflowers and fresh rain filling the room. Like the three boys, her skin was sallow from lack of sleep, but her bare face and blinding grin left your heart racing. “It’s true, isn’t it?” 

It could be, just not in the way you wanted it to be true.

You sighed. “Class is going to start in a few hours, I should get going.” 

“Or,” James began wickedly, throwing a thick blanket onto the floor by the fireplace, and tossing a bunch of throw pillows at Sirius’s face. “We could have a sleepover right here.” 

“Sounds good to me,” said Lily merrily, stealing James’s blanket as she placed a pillow beneath her head. 

“I really have to go—” You reasoned pathetically.

“Stay,” whispered Sirius without even opening his eyes as he curled his lithe fingers around your wrist. “You being here makes us feel better.” 

They were too cruel, saying all these sweet words, not knowing how it drove knives through your heart. 

James yawned as he laid on the carpeted floor, hiking the blanket up to his shoulders as he threw a leg over Lily, pulling her close to his chest, nuzzling the crook of her neck. “D’you have your textbooks with you, love?” He asked you drowsily. 

“No,” You answered, any other words lodged in your throat. 

“That’s fine.” James hummed. “I’ll just get the cloak and sneak into the dungeons later to get the books for you.” 

“Sleep,” Remus urged you, unaware how you shivered at his words. 

“You can’t be comfortable like that,” You told him in disbelief, watching his neck bend at an angle to lay on your shoulder. 

“Trust me,” said Remus gently, eyelashes tickling your skin, “I’m right where I want to be.” 

You had grown silent for a few beats, unaware how Sirius’d opened his eyes, staring at your worried expression. 

(How could one person be so perfect, he wondered.)

“You alright, darling?” He reached out to trace the curve of your jaw with his thumb, the palm of his hand holding your face as though you were a pureblood’s antique treasure. (Mine, mine, mine, his heart screamed.)

But like the Slytherin you were, you lied as easily as you breathed.

“I’m fine.”

As you laid in between Remus and Sirius, watching the peaceful rise of Lily and James’s chests, you had come to a daunting realization. 

You were irrevocably and agonizingly in love with your best friends. 

And because fate liked to spit in your face, the four of them were already in a beautiful, committed relationship. 

Who were you to get in the way of that?

—

They would understand, you convinced yourself. 

They would understand that you had to stay away from them. You had to protect your heart and keep it safe. The marauders were a dangerous bunch, and they had played the biggest prank on you, and by Merlin, would you fall for this particular prank over and over again if it meant you could hear their voices and fall into their embrace. 

But you couldn’t stay. They would only crush your heart otherwise. 

If Gryffindors wore their heart on their sleeves when they fell in love, Slytherins protected theirs with every fibre of their being, locking it in a cage where no one else can have the power to break it. 

Like what any love-stricken teenager would do in the face of heartbreak, you began to ignore the objects of your affections — ignoring the way your soul called out to theirs. 

It wasn’t as obvious the first few days. You would escape their company under the ruse of studying for McGonagall and Flitwick’s practical tests. 

(“They’re notoriously difficult after all,” You told them, a nervous laugh accompanying your lie. Peter eyed you curiously, noticing small details the others could not see — your quivering lips, your nails digging into your palms, and the way your eyes wouldn’t meet any of theirs. “I just don’t want to fail.” 

You could have cried at the way James held the back of your head as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’ll do well, love. You always do.” 

“You can study with me, if you want,” Remus quickly offered. “I’m not as good as James in transfiguration, but I can definitely teach better than those two.” 

“Hey!” Sirius exclaimed in mock offence.

“Thanks, it’s sweet of you to offer,” You told them, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “But—”

“Say less, darling,” Lily interjected kindly, wrapping her scarf around your neck. She smiled at you, holding both your cheeks in her palms. “They’re the worst lot to study around, I know. Just don’t study too hard, okay? Take breaks, have a cup of tea now and then, and remember it’s okay to ask for help — don’t give me that face — if it gets too overwhelming, just ask. We’re here for you in every way you need us.” 

Oh.

You were well and truly screwed. 

“Thanks,” You croaked.)

But it was getting harder and harder to come up with excuses. 

(“Wotcher!” Sirius grinned, encasing you in a tight hug after bumping into you in the corridor. “Haven’t seen you in a while, busy bee. Fancy a lunch with us in Hogsmeade?” 

You scrunched your nose, red and bitten from the winter frost, stepping away from him and ignoring the way his face fell. “I. . . I can’t. I’ve got practice with the Frog Choir.”

Sirius shoved his hands in his trouser pockets. “S’alright. I can wait and pick you up right after, then we’ll swing by that shop you really like—”

“I can’t, Sirius,” You interrupted harshly, wrapping your arms around your chest as your gaze dropped to the ground. “Sorry. I just. . . I’ll just catch you some other time.” 

Sirius flinched. “Sure, love. Other time, yeah?”

But only the wind replied.

Saturday came, and along with it was the long-awaited match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. James, decked out in his uniform, bounded over to you at the Slytherin’s side of the Great Hall, oblivious to the death glares some of your housemates had sent his way. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you from your seat. 

“It’s Quidditch day, pidge!” James tilted his head, awfully resembling a lost, confused puppy. “Why aren’t you dressed yet? It’s the game of games! Even Remus is announcing the game later.” 

You bit your lip before responding. “I’m not going, James.” 

“What?” He furrowed his brows. “Why not?” 

Ever since you had become friends with James Potter in your first year, you had never missed a single game of his. Except for the one time you had fallen sick during his match against Hufflepuff — and the moment he knew you were ill, the game ended in less than two minutes, by his sheer determination to get by your side quickly and make sure you weren’t alone. 

You sighed. “I don’t know, James, I’m just not feeling up to it today.”

It was a big, fat lie, and he knew it too. 

You didn’t go to his match later that day.

It was one of the biggest losses James had ever experienced — he wasn’t talking about Quidditch.)

Your housemates were beginning to realize was something was off as well. They might not be particularly fond of the Gryffindors that captured your heart, but they were fond of you, and they guarded their own. 

You had a stare-down with Regulus Black in the common room — and you weren’t about to lose — before he blinked and asked, “What did my brother do?”

“Nothing,” You replied, pretending to be engrossed with your herbology textbook. 

Severus rolled his eyes before plucking the book out of your hands. “Spit it out, woman. We’ve had to watch you mope around pathetically for days now. It’s irritating the rest of us.”

You sniffled. “Then just leave me alone! No one asked you to check up on me!” 

“Unfortunately, we can’t.” Severus took a seat beside Regulus. With a pained grimace, he said, “So you can. . . pour your heart out to us.” 

“I can’t.” You wailed. “I’m a Slytherin, we’re the worst at that.”

Regulus shrugged his shoulders. “It’s true. We’re hopeless.” 

“But,” He raised his wand, “We do speak in jinxes and curses.” 

“Don’t you dare!” You blubbered, wiping at your tears — but somehow, without having to express it in words, they understood, and you had felt lighter.

Still, you missed them. 

“This is pathetic.” Lucius enters the common room, Narcissa holding onto his arm, watching the scene before him with blank eyes. “Black, Snape, get out, you’re only making whatever this is, worse.”

Narcissa was by your side in an instant, dabbing at your wet eyes and cheeks with a handkerchief that cost more than your life. “Hush now, darling. What’s wrong, hm? Was it that idiot cousin of mine? Don’t worry, Lucius can tell his father, and we’ll have them begging at your feet by tomorrow.”

You cried louder. 

“I jest, I jest.” Narcissa softly chuckled, pulling your hair away from your face as she tugged you close. “Please tell us what’s wrong. It’s been awful seeing you like this for the past few days.”

Lucius sat on the loveseat across you, resting his feet atop the glass coffee table. “Yes, I beg you — do as she says, for the love of Merlin. But, really, what else did you expect, associating yourself with that ragtag of miscreants?”

Narcissa glared at him.

Lucius raised his arms in surrender. 

Narcissa clicked her tongue before returning her attention to you, eyes softening at your tear-stricken face. She smiled, albeit sadly, as she said, “Perhaps, I know what is wrong.” She gestured to the way you clutched at the front of your shirt. “It is the matters of the heart, is it not?” 

You nodded weakly. “I love them.”

“And they, you,” said Narcissa. “So, what is wrong?” 

“I love them!” You hiccuped.

“Unfortunately.” Lucius handed you a tissue. “The whole of Hogwarts knows this already, so I do not understand why you’re blowing snot all over my fiancé’s robes about it.” 

“They don’t feel the same way about me,” You confessed with a sob. 

Lucius stared at you incredulously. “Please do not tell me that you are this daft.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked him through narrowed, teary eyes, Narcissa rubbing the tips of your numb fingers from crying so much. 

“I did not sign up for this.” Lucius rubbed at his temples as he stood up. “I will only say this once, so make sure you are listening. Those Gryffindor idiots are so disastrously in love with one another — let me finish, damn you — and if you cannot see that they love you too, then it is your own fault. It physically pains me to see the way they smile when you are near. They would move the earth for you, and they would shake the heavens for you.” 

—

Gryffindors must have hearts made of steel, because you didn’t know how they could be so brave, to look fear right in the eyes and say: I’m ready. 

Because you surely weren’t. You were headed towards your usual spot in the courtyard by the clock tower, legs heavy and swell deep in your throat. Then, you found them, looking so achingly beautiful under the sunlight, huddled together for warmth as they smiled and laughed at lame puns and mistimed jokes. 

Did you have a place with them? 

You were about to find out.

“Hey,” You greeted once you were right in front of them. A month of evading them, and now you were here. It was like finding a piece of your soul that you had lost.

(For them, seeing you was like finally being able to breathe again.) 

“Hey,” said Lily, devoid of any warmth, and that broke you. 

Bravery was poison, you decided. A trap for weak-hearted fools like you. 

Sirius shot James a look before clenching his jaw. “No choir practice today? No study sessions with Cissa or Reg? Wait, no, I’ve got it. Slughorn’s dinner party? Or is it detention with McGonagall today? Does her highness finally feel up to talking to the peasants?”

You inhaled sharply. “Never mind. This was a bad idea.”

But this — is what you deserved. You had hurt them badly, so it was only right for them to stomp on your heart for everyone to see, just as you did to them many times this month. 

A sob tore from your lips as you swivelled on your heels, ready to flee the scene and never show your face to anyone else ever again. Yet, before you could leave, Remus clamped his hand over your wrist. 

“Why?” He stared at you, searching for anything that could explain your sudden behaviour. Remus looked at you with such emotion, tightly holding onto you — but never enough to hurt, because Remus could never be capable of hurting you. He’d die before he would ever cause you pain. 

 (You made him feel unafraid of the moon.) 

“Was. . . was it something I did?” Remus asked, laying his wounds bare for you to see. “Was it me?”

“I love you!” You shouted in the midst of panic — you had never wanted to cause Remus to doubt himself. Your loud declaration had caught the attention of some, but you stood on, curling your fists firmly. You needed to do this. 

“I love you.” You said once more, breathlessly, staring right into James’s eyes. Such a beautiful shade of hazel. “I love each one of you. And it. . . it hurts right here.” Tears dripped from your eyes to the side of your chin as you splayed your hand over where your heart rested. 

“Because you don’t feel the same.” 

The four of them simply gazed at you, slack-jawed and wide-eyed. 

You took that as confirmation for what you had been fearing all along. 

“And that’s okay if you don’t,” You snivelled, unable to see clearly with the streams of tears in your eyes. You thought of how Sirius melted at Lily’s touch and how Remus was the anchor to James’s wild streak. How they all complemented each other and fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. “Just give me a few months, and I’ll get over it. It’s a stupid crush anyway, it’s my fault. The four of you are perfect together, how could—”

“Shut up,” James hissed before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. Cherries and pumpkin pasties. He kissed you deeply once more before pressing his lips to your eyes, desperately washing away your tears with his devotion. “Was that it? We could have been doing this ages ago.”

“What?” You rasped, knees buckling at the weight of his gaze.

James only smiled, stealing your third kiss. 

Sirius pulled your hand, his arm encasing your waist as you stumbled to his chest. Like James, he kissed you fervently, like he wanted to chase off all your fears and doubts. His lips were warm against yours — firewhiskey. You wanted to be burnt by his flames again and again. He held you close, committing every inch to memory. 

(You were art that he wanted to worship.)

He kissed your forehead. “We love you, daft girl.”

He kissed both of your eyes, chuckling when a new wave of tears came. “We have loved you ever since you burnt my mother’s howler in fourth year, and gave us poorly-knitted sweaters for Christmas.” 

“I love you,” said Sirius. “As certain as the spring that arrives after winter, I love you.” 

You snuffled. “I. . . I don’t understand.” 

Remus stepped in your line of sight to place his jacket over you — it was Sirius’s leather jacket, really, but Remus liked to claim it occasionally. He bundled you in earmuffs and rested his chin atop your head, exhaling in relief. “I thought it was me.” 

You shook your head, clinging to the front of his shirt. “No, never. It was me. I’m sorry.” 

Remus grinned wolfishly, eyes swooping down to your kiss-stained lips. (There you were, standing in the snow that threatened to melt, eyes rimmed with tears, hair wildly ablaze from the cold breeze, cheeks damp and red — but how devastatingly beautiful you were.) “May I?” 

You nodded. “P-Please.”

Blueberries and dark chocolate. Remus whispered against your lips, “If it wasn’t already clear, the feeling is bloody mutual — we love you, just as the moon loves the sun enough to chase after it every day.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart, you were surprised to see him holding back tears of his own. “All my life, I thought I was this monster who didn’t deserve to live. But you, all of you, make me selfish enough to want to belong here.” 

He kissed you desperately, words of adoration and love falling from his lips. 

Finally, your eyes settled on Lily. You waited for her reaction with a bated breath. 

You hadn’t expected for her to burst into tears as she rushed over to you. 

“Don’t you ever do that again,” said Lily angrily before circling you in her embrace, burying her nose in your hair. You hugged her back, drowning in her scent and warmth. “You are deserving of all the things you want, so don’t run away — if you run, we’d follow you, idiot girl.” 

Then, Lily captured your lips with her own. 

She tasted like happy endings.

note: 4k words and 6 hours later, here we are! let it be known i was THE poly marauders enthusiast years ago. i always wanted one with lily in the polycule so here we are. this is me manifesting my college romance, y'all. look away. anyways, i hoped u enjoyed it!! brought a smile to your face and all!! might make a part two for more fluff and to establish more relationship dynamics since this was written on a whim ;D also i planned a cute scene with peter as well, so i'll just write that in part two el em ay yo.

#james potter x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #lily evans x reader #poly!marauders x reader #marauders x reader #poly!marauders fluff #hp imagine #hp x reader #reader insert #marauders imagine #hp fluff #hp angst #marauders fluff #marauders angst

[radiantcrown]

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[thexianzhoujade]

YOU'RE NOT HER | genshin impact fanfiction. zhongli x gn!reader — heavy angst, hanahaki disease, hurt/no comfort, mentions of blood & gagging (almost vomit), death, ‘unrequited’ love

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aventurine's addition. "alexi, darling, don't forget to link 'you should have been her' for the readers. it is the infamous second part, after all."

oh that man, that gorgeous, benevolent man you’d fell in love with all those moons ago; with dark hair that fades into a glowing orange, resemblant of the sunset and his own geo vision. you had fell in love, yes - you thought he had too. the thought crosses your mind whenever he’s not by your side, not within your grasp like he usually is. typically, the man was serving his job at the wangsheng funeral parlour as a consultant.

you grimace when the tight feeling in your ribcage suffocates you. it’s getting stronger as time goes on, knocking the breath right out of your lungs and leaving you hacking up blood into a white handkerchief. zhongli had expressed no ends of concern about the situation when he’d find the bloodied handkerchiefs scattered around your shared home, ushering you to doctor baizhu as soon as possible.

you had begged baizhu not to utter a word of your condition to zhongli. he returned your pleads with a sorrowful look.

how could your love be so unrequited? had you been the only one true to your word this whole time? the mere thought stings at your eyes, tears threatening to spill as you shakily wash the dishes. zhongli isn’t home, not for a few more hours. he said he had business to attend to - that meant it wasn’t work related. was he cheating? you shake the sour thought away from your head, scowling.

you wonder if the oh-so-wise man could ever read the wrinkles appearing on your skin, aging you with every passing concern that you don’t voice aloud, with every day that goes by where you’re suffocating from the inside out. he never mentions it, perhaps he simply does not care. you feel the knot in your throat, sickening as you gag and splutter into the soapy water of the sink. you keep gagging, the knot doesn’t budge and you’re filled with an overwhelming sense of nausea.

your body grows tired. you slip down to your knees, banging elbows and other limp limbs against kitchen cabinets as you go down. finally, with one last cough, the knot exits your mouth. it falls to the wood floorboards beneath you, slimy and covered in blood but undoubtedly recognised as a glaze lily. its petals are shut, you understand that there is no music, no lullaby to be heard to lull the glaze lily to bloom. it’s an ancient flower, one you always used to admire before this curse laid upon you.

the front door to your house opens, keys jingling in a specific man’s gloved hands as he enters. you hurry to throw the glaze lily out of the kitchen window, submerging your hands in the sink once more as the metallic taste of blood and lingering aftermath of a floral tang swarms your mouth. you hold your breath, hoping you didn’t have the appearance of someone who had just coughed up a flower so violently.

a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, suddenly you’re hit with the faint smell of aged wine and familiar scent of freshly dug earth. you smile at the thought, leaning back into his chest despite the pain tearing at your lungs and the burning sensation left behind in your throat.

“you’ve been coughing again—” zhongli’s voice reverberates close to your ear, hot breath fanning over your skin and your eyes raise from the dirty water to your reflection in the kitchen window, where zhongli’s warm amber eyes are staring at you so deeply.

“it’s okay, my love, i promise,” you lie through your teeth, hoping the man sincerely couldn’t read through you the way he used to, “this time it was a smaller amount than the last…”

you try to sound cheerful in your approach to the topic, careful to maintain that personality he’d apparently fell in love with one day in liyue harbour. zhongli makes a noise - is he doubting you? you watch as a gloved hand raises, nearing your face before his thumb wipes gently at a trickle of blood leading from the corner of your lips.

“i’ll speak to doctor baizhu in the morning,” zhongli states firmly, you almost bite back the words that taste bitter about him ‘caring’ for you, “perhaps you need a higher dose of your medication.”

the medication in question surely had been a ruse to fool the man, though you did not expect it to have worked. changsheng had uttered that you could not leave the bubu pharmacy without some form of medication, it’d look absurd in the eyes of the wangsheng funeral parlour consultant. in agreement, baizhu had qiqi mix violetgrass powder with sugar - the instructions were simple, mix it into the hot tea you’d drink with zhongli every evening.

it was sweet, not at all bitter and the scent of violetgrass made it bearable. apparently the inclusion of herbal properties was enough to fool your dearest partner or so you thought.

—

it’s hard to understand the fine line between a lie and a truth when the past few months, you’d been dating a man for someone whomst he was not. it was a struggle to understand the situation but it kept you up for endless nights, counting stars and tending to the numerous flora you’d planted in the garden underneath the moonlight - courtesy of your friend the traveler for appearing with so many countless seeds of blooms from across teyvat.

yet as you sit on the grass, staring at the pile of dead - and dying - glaze lilies you had acquired, the stars twinkling endlessly above you, you understood why he’d done it. he was judicious, hoping to protect you from his past yet keep you as his future. the thought made that pain in your chest tighten. you let out a futile whimper into the quiet night.

as you ponder zhongli’s status as liyue’s archon - the geo archon of all people, you begin to question your previous doubts. your breaths become struggled, your chest heaving as you lay on your back for some relief. trembling fingertips brush amongst blades of grass, hoping for a distraction as tears spill down your cheeks.

liyue is a beautiful country with vast mountains and yellowed plains that seem to stretch endlessly. its civilisation had become fruitful at the expense of liyue harbor, bustling with trade and the thing your partner had appeared to love the most; contracts. he has every right to be proud of the nation liyue had built to this day, despite claiming that he’d ultimately retired - “the people can do without me, they’ve proved that much.”

blood trickles from your mouth but it’s not gentle, it’s a rush, like a waterfall as it spills down the sides of your face and pools on the grass below you. it’s littered in an array of blue and white petals, matching that of glaze lilies - a flower you’d grown to hate. you struggle to get oxygen into your lungs with the rising level of blood that doesn’t dissipate from your parted lips, suffocating you as you try to no ends to breathe through your nose.

that is, if there was room in your lungs for such oxygen. twists and turns of branches and roots that climb to the walls of your organs, painting them with glaze lilies and filling them with fallen petals every time a flower wilts from the unreasonable conditions inside your body.

you’re proud of liyue; the magnificent, beautiful nation of geo that you got to experience in all of its glory. zhongli often times referred to liyue with feminine pronouns and as the light dies from your eyes and your chest ceases to rise, you can only think one thing with your last dying breath.

you’re not her.

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[kaevehara]

The Definition of Beauty (Argenti x Reader)

"You are still the epitome of beauty itself even as you lay still and asleep."

A/N: I am warning you. This is a Hurt/No Comfort fic.

Argenti, of the Knights of Beauty, truly encapsulated the very beauty he praised with his words alone. He never failed to compliment you for simply being you — even if you thought otherwise.

You thought yourself decent; an average person with an average appearance and an average life. Never did you expect that you could hold so much beauty in the eyes of someone so ethereal, much less be the object of his affection — should you feel embarrassed or honored at the thought of being acknowledged by a Knight of Beauty himself?

Honeyed words spewed from his lips, painting your cheeks almost the same shade as his crimson locks.

"You are akin to the first flower that blossoms after a harsh winter."

"Your smile alone puts the stars to envy, thus igniting the flares of their jealousy for they pale in comparison to your radiance."

And, by far, his favorite one — when you two are within each other's warm embrace as you welcome the first rays of dawn. "You are still the epitome of beauty itself even as you lay still and asleep."

You never knew why it was his favorite compliment nor did you ask him about it, choosing to simply live in the moment and to bask in his abundant love.

Argenti touched past your exterior and into your heart, cradling it gently within his palms. For how could someone not fall for a man like Argenti? Truly, you were lucky.

...

Unfortunately, it was and still is a universal truth that beauty is transient. In the eyes of people, beauty fades so long as you succumb to the inevitable fate of aging. Childhood wonders no longer feel the same, wrinkles and blemishes mar faces once pristine, and even a love so great and pure pales in the face of time's absolute passage.

"My fate is to cross the stars alone." Argenti gazes at you, still oh-so-tenderly albeit filled with bridled longing. And yet, he still planned on leaving you in pursuit of true beauty — Idrila herself.

Of course. For how could you hold a candle to Idrila? Argenti may have showered you in endless words of praise, but she is the Aeon of Beauty itself. You will succumb to the inevitable fate of aging, and perhaps by then, Argenti will have found the beauty that he seeks — for time flowed differently in space.

And that was exactly what happened. You live out the rest of your average life alone, still looking for the same warmth he radiated in every person you came across. But no one could compare to Argenti. For he made even the most simplest of words sound beauteous when uttered by his voice of compliments to you, he made a life once so average turn into a wondrous adventure worth exploring.

Only, that made his departure much more painful when even the slightest hue of red reminded you of him and the warmth that you once held within your embrace. Yes, you were indeed the first flower that blossomed after a harsh winter, the lone figure that stood amid a cold and solitary life. By the time a second flower blooms — in the fragile hope that it'd be Argenti, you would have long wilted.

But if anything, he embodied the stars he claimed were inferior to your radiance — shining ever-so-brightly in your life, yet forever out of reach.

You were replaceable, but he wasn't.

...

Three years passed, and Argenti's long and arduous journey has reached its end as he gazes at Idrila.

Only, Idrila looked like...

You.

It is said that the Aeon of Beauty appears as the most beautiful person to the eyes of the beholder, thus making her semblance subjective to every person who sees her. It was only then that Argenti realized. He may have started his journey with the purpose of finding Idrila, but in truth — he wanted you to be the reason for it all. Idrila may have been whom he sought for in the beginning, but he wanted to end his journey with you.

He wanted you to be his closure, his fated reason for journeying the cosmos, his definition of beauty that he painstakingly searched for.

Thus, Argenti now shifted his journey into finding you once again — praying to Idrila in hopes that the threads of fate will lead him back to you once again. Maybe then, he'll be able to shower you once more in compliments that pale in comparison to the very beauty you embodied.

Because to Argenti, you were beauty itself. Perhaps this was what he was meant to realize from the very beginning.

As he traveled aboard his ship and back to the planet that he left you in, he hoped to see your warm smile once more, to bask in your warmth that provided respite from his arduous search. His heart swelled with anticipation. This time, this time — he'll tell you that the most meaningful beauty in the entire universe is you and you alone.

...

Argenti is finally able to see you again. You were as beautiful as ever, he longed to be gazed upon by your radiant eyes, to behold the melodious tone of your voice, and to bask in the beauty you held.

Only, you laid still in your very deathbed — taken by the cruel passage of time much like all the beauty in life. Only three years has passed for him due to the warping of time in space, but an entire lifetime had passed for you.

How many years did you spend waiting for him, he wonders? How many nights did you long for his company only for him not to be there? It was then that Argenti realized that this guilt will far surpass the transience of beauty, one that will haunt him for the rest of his life. For regret is far more impervious than the fragility of beauty.

Argenti walked over to your stilled form, beholding your beauty one last time. And as he laid a gentle kiss upon your brow, he thinks —

You are still the epitome of beauty even as you lay still. Only, he wishes you were just asleep.

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[areyoudreaminof]

Leave Out a Cup For Me: An Amren Playlist

The Inner Circle is complete and I have finally conquered the tiny ancient one.

This was without a doubt the hardest playlist to make. Amren is tough for me, she's sort of a strange enigma. She's our look into the greater Fae world and beyond, she's a shrewd second-in-command and brilliant. But, like the cosmic entity she is, she can be cruel and condescending. So, that leaves me with the question; what does Amren sound like? For me, she sounds like a lot of gothic synths and Americana. I expect this playlist to be as divisive as her character. Either way, I hope you enjoy it! Meet me behind the cut!

Listen Here!

Apply-Glasser

If the walls were too thin You would break in If the walls were too thin You would break right in

Out in the thunder Opens my eyes wide There is sound in my mind Keeps me up all night

Fresh Blood-Eels

Whatever trepidation you may feel In your heart, you know it's not real In a moment of clarity Summon an act of charity

You gotta pull me out of this mud Sweet baby, I need fresh blood

Same Old Energy-Kiki Rockwell

It's your own damn fault, boy, you handed us the broom Four hundred years ago, sayin' "You know what to do" Yes sir, we do, beep beep, comin' through Close your damn mouth, my man, I told you we flew

Rise up, oh, flame, come join the game They started a frenzy, but we’ll take the blame A bare chested dame who goes by no name Their arsenal's empty, all they got is shame

Hot Gum-SOFIA ISELLA

Your teeth are on fire, do you notice? No Your mouth is burning, do you notice? No Your hair burns, my hair burns Your skin burns, my skin burns Do you feel anything? No If I tell you what I’m thinking promise, you won’t tell yourself If you tell me what you’re thinking, I swear I won’t tell myself He’s on the ground, he’s on his knees, he’s a believer He’s on the ground, he didn’t listen to the preacher

Lose Your Soul-Dead Man's Bones

I get up in the morning To the beat of the drum I get up to this feeling Keeps me on the run I get up in the morning Put my dreams away I get up, I get up, I get up again

Devil's Resting Place-Laura Marling

When you ask to drink of me I think out on the case Look down to my aloe cup and take myself a taste Bitterness is thick like blood and cold as a wind sea breeze If you must drink of me, take of me what you please I am loathe to say it's the devil's taste I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place

Bad Ritual-Timber Timbre

There's a hat on the bed,the clock has stopped ticking And nothing remotely romantic has been said Let's not pass on the steps, let's take the season very easy Let's take pills, saltwater, let's keep looking ahead It's a bad, bad ritual But it calms me down

In the Dark-Cathedrals

I can see you fall apart You turn away and fade out of sight But I hear you call in the night Let it go, let me hold you this time Lying in the hollows of your heart I see you lying awake in your ride I’ll be a spark in the sky When you want it, I’ll be on the other side

Deep Green-Marika Hackman

Just because I love your skin Doesn't mean I'll jump in The water's clean and warm and green I'm not allowed to swim I'm scared of getting in

Pyre-Son Lux

We're wresting now from our own hands a future Regret the flower of watered seed Are we the ghosts that swarm about us? We can begin

Thanatos-Soap & Skin

Ages of delirium Curse of my oblivion I swell without a scar To the end of time A shell without a star At the end of time

I am not a woman, I'm a god-Halsey

I am not a woman, I'm a god I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud So keep your heart 'cause I already got one

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[rhettabbotts]

Hey! Could I request “do you want me to leave?” “oh, now you care?” “this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.” From that angst prompts please for dilf!rhett?

And if you can’t fit all three into one that’s completely okay 💛 thank you!

thank you my love!

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

w/c: 740

warnings: angst. argument. rhett’s a little bit of a jerk in this one. age gap (reader mid 20s, rhett late 30s).

he was late. which was becoming a common occurrence but you tried to ignore it, went through all the possibilities in your head as you checked your phone once more. if he didn’t show in the next fifteen minutes you were grabbing the check and leaving. after an already terrible week, this was just icing on the cake. your anxiety rose as you thought about what could be wrong. he wasn’t answering your phone calls, wasn’t reading your texts. what if he had been in an accident? what if something really bad happened and you would have no idea because you aren’t listed on any contact lists. 

you checked your phone again. nothing. you let out a huff of frustration, waving the waiter over and smiling sadly as you asked for the check. on the drive back to your apartment, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. you tried to will them away but that didn’t stop the salty streams from falling. a bottle of wine and your favorite rom-com were calling your name, ready to forget all about the evening. 

the feeling of disappointment never faded, it somehow grew stronger as not a single notification came through. you didn't even bother grabbing a glass, choosing to drink directly from the bottle. real classy, you thought.

just as julia roberts was sliding on her panty hose, there was a thud outside of your door. it spooked you, causing you to jump out of your skin. 10pm. who in the hell was at your door this late?

your sadness turned into burning hot anger as you saw rhett through the peephole. he was holding a bouquet of flowers and muttering something to himself. you were tempted to not even open the door, leave him standing out on the landing all night and see how it makes him feel. but you couldn't be that cruel, no matter how mad you were, not with the way snow was starting to fall outside.

"what?" you said, irritation seeping through your voice.

"this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. i promise i didn't mean to stand you up. i was on my way out the door and-"

you cut him off with a raised hand, not wanting to hear any excuses. you stepped aside for him to enter the apartment, your whole body shivering from the cold that was making its way inside.

"can i finish?" rhett asked hatefully.

you couldn't stop your eyes from rolling, but gestured for him to finish nonetheless.

"i had a business phone call, and it took longer than expected. i know i should have responded but i got distracted and i'm sorry. i know you had been looking forward to this all week and-"

"oh, so now you care?! look, rhett. i get it. i know you have all of the ranch business to take care of, but you could've sent one text. that's all i wanted. do you know how much it hurt sitting there not knowing if something had happened to you? i don't think i ask for much... i don't care that you were on a call. i was worried sick. and then for you to not say anything and just show up here, flowers in hand, and expect everything to be okay? it doesn't fix anything."

your voice was wavering as you spoke, tears forming once again. he was standing there with his arms crossed, like he was waiting impatiently for you to finish.

"are you done?"

"am i- yeah, i'm done, rhett." there was a hint of malice in your tone and rhett didn't miss it for one second. "don't patronize me and treat me like i'm being dramatic about this. i was thinking you were dead on the side of the road!"

"well i'm here now," he said matter-of-fact.

you couldn't take it anymore. he didn't understand why you were upset and you really weren't in the mood to explain it further.

"i don't want you to be," you uttered quietly.

"so, do you want me to leave?"

"i really don't want you driving back this late... but we're not done talking. and you're sleeping on the couch. i’ll see you in the morning." you didn't say another word to him as you picked up the wine bottle and headed towards your room, leaving rhett standing in the middle of your living room with wilting flowers in his hands.

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[queensharotto]

Honeymoon Vol. 1 Translation

Listen to the audio here!

Yuuto Hanamori (花森 優人, Hanamori Yuuto)

Voiced by: Daisuke Hirakawa

Age: Late 20s

Job: Floral Design

Country: Italy

For the translation, view below. Note that it isn’t 100% accurate.

💐 Track 1: Opening

How many times have you seen this movie with me?

Too many times to count… It is our favorite movie.

A one day love story set in Rome. It’s a wonderful piece made 60 years ago and it still holds up.

We desire to have a relationship that never fades like this movie.

Huh? You want to go to Rome to experience a movie like romance?

If that’s the case then I’ll grant your wish.

You were joking? But you want to go don’t you, then let’s go to Rome.

There’s a condition:

I made this bouquet of red roses for you. In the language of flowers, red roses symbolize love.

I love you with all of my heart.

So, marry me.

I’ll make you happy for the rest of my life.

Oh! I apologize for suddenly surprising you, but I’m not saying that on a whim.

I’ve got something important to prove it.

Will you accept this engagement ring?

Thank you.

Then put it on the left.

The size is perfect.

Do you like it? I’m glad.

You’re now my bride.

I love you *kiss*

I want someone to marry me and just kiss me. You’ve accepted my terms, so I will grant your wish.

I’ll take you to Italy for our honeymoon. And… let’s spend a romantic time like in the movie and make it a memorable honeymoon for the both of us.

💐 Track 2: Our Wedding Day

This day has finally come, our wedding day.

Oh, my apologies. Your wedding dress was so beautiful that I couldn’t help but notice it.

I want to raise the bell and kiss you before I swear to god.

Yes, it’s your wedding bouquet.

I made it with your image in mind. While I’ve made many bouquets as a flower designer, this is the first time I made it with such affection.

I’m overjoyed to be marrying a wonderful woman like you.

Will I make you absolutely happy too? I want you to believe in me for the rest of your life and follow me.

Shall we go then?

Show everyone how beautiful you are.

💐 Track 3: Departure for the Honeymoon

Yesterday’s wedding was wonderful! I was happy that everyone smiled and blessed us.

I was happy to be blessed with smiles.

Due to the reception ending late last night, you were so tired. I hope you rested well.

Are you too excited to sleep? *giggle*

Actually I am too.

To think I’d be with you in Italy in a few hours. I’m excited.

It was nice to see it in the guidebook together.

Milan, Verona, Venezia, Florence, Rome

These are all wonderful places.

Anything can’t be beaten by these locations, I’ll make it a romantic honeymoon.

*kiss*

I kissed your cheek, or maybe, you wanted one on the lips?

I’m joking.

I’ll leave this on the plane.

Instead be prepared when we get there, I’ll kiss you a lot.

💐 Track 4: Arrival in Italy

It’s a nice room, but it’s a five-star hotel in Milan.

Thank you for the long trip.

It’s already late, so instead of going out, let’s spend time at the hotel.

It’s the night of the first day of our memorable honeymoon.

Let’s make unforgettable memories together.

I love you, my adorable bride.

*kiss*

Don’t be so nervous, I promise to be gentle.

*kissing*

It’s so cute.

*more kissing*

Show me all of you.

Huh? Did you fall asleep?

*giggles* It can’t be helped.

I guess you were tired from the long journey.

*giggles* You look happy, you don’t seem angry with such a face.

*kiss* It’s a magic trick that makes you have sweet dreams via a forehand kiss.

Good night, I’ll see you tomorrow.

💐 Track 5: The Second Day in Milan

This restaurant seems to be a popular spot in Milan.

The pasta and pizza are excellent, but they don’t speak Japanese or English since it’s not just a place for tourists.

Yep. The menu is also in Italian, but it’s okay because I can read it.

I’ve been studying a little bit since I don’t want to embarrass you. *giggles*

Pasta, Vongole, Peperoncino, Pescatore, Carbonara.

These seem to be popular, which one do you want to eat?

Leave it to me? Then let’s ask the staff for recommendations.

Scusi?

*Timeskip to the sound of wine pouring*

Fortunately, the food has arrived, so let’s have a toast with Italian wine.

*Yuuto giggles*

Thank you for the meal.

Delicious! This is my first time eating such delicious pasta.

As expected from the home of pasta, the hardness and seasoning of the noodles are exquisite.

Huh? Are you frustrated? Your face suddenly turned red. Did the customers do something to you?

*giggles* Oh! You were surprised by so many couple customers hugging and kissing publicly.

Italians are naturally open to publicly express their affection.

This is Italy, so we’re the ones who don’t learn in three weeks.

*kiss* *giggle*

The Italians laughing at us because you were too embarrassed to be tight publicly, I wonder if I’ll have to kiss you a lot until we can ride.

*kissing* *giggle*

Sorry, I was a little to mean.

*light kiss* *giggle*

I won’t do anything anymore, so you can eat in peace. After lunch, let’s go sightseeing in the city of Milan.

💐 Track 6: The Third Day in Verona

Milan, where we stayed yesterday was an urban and fashionable city. Yes, this is a present from me.

*giggles* It’s the handbag you saw at the boutique in Milan, I secretly bought it.

*giggles*

It wasn’t hot but it is our honeymoon, and it suits you well, so I really wanted to buy it, so please don’t hesitate to take it.

Good, please, I’m happy to see you smile.

Even so, the scenery of Verona is different from the pleasant scenes of Milan, it gives it a sense of history.

While Verona isn’t as famous as Milan or Rome, I still wanted to come.

The reason to go to that place that I just saw in front of me.

This is Juliet’s home, which was the model for Romeo and Juliet and Romeo and Juliet was a play written in Verona.

You know about Romeo and Juliet right?

Romeo, the son of the Montague family fell in love with Juliet, the daughter of the Capulet family. However, they weren’t close due to the conflict between their respective families, that’s why they asked Lawrence, who had been instructing them, to marry them in secret.

However, Romeo’s best friend is killed by Tybalt, a member of the Capulet family, an angered Romeo killed Tybalt in retaliation, which lead to him being exiled from Verona. When Juliet’s father demanded that she marry another, she consulted Lawrence and they decided to carry out a plan using a poison.

However, the entire plan does not get communicated to Romeo, who believed that Juliet was dead. He took poison and killed himself. And when Juliet found Romeo dead, she too killed herself to join him, and the two families who now knew everything reconciled.

The end.

It’s a really sad story, even though they were generally in love. That’s right the balcony in this courtyard was the model for the famous balcony scene.

And in the back of it all was Juliet. There’s a lot of letters on the walls of the house and they are letters addressed to her by her love-stricken visitors. And it’s seems that Juliet’s people will write a proper reply to a love consultation letter.

Hey, why don’t we write a letter to Juliet? It should be okay to write a letter even if you’re not in love. I’ll write about you, so you won’t write about me.

All right. It looks like you also hang it, so I’m going to put our letter on the wall.

Eh? You thought of me that way?

It’s kind of embarrassing. I’m sorry, couldn’t you go if I’m called? I was curious about how you wrote about me. Of course it’s okay, I’ll read the letter I wrote.

“Dear Lady Juliet, I’m very happy now, I was able to meet and bond with someone I love from the bottom of my heart. I swear to you that I will love her for the rest of my life no matter what.”

This is how I feel about you. Did it touch you? It was good. I love you and I want to embrace you forever.

💐 Track 7: The Forth Day in Venice

Venezia is indeed the city of water. It’s full of waterways everywhere.

There’s no gondola ride here, so let’s talk to the gondolier at the platform.

Bonasera!

Please ride, let’s go. Be careful.

Eh~ When riding the gondola, the surrounding buildings feel bigger.

It’s moving, here we go!

It’s dusk so the sky is dyed a beautiful orange. I’m very happy if you’re able to impress me that much.

You can see San Marco Square. San Marco Square is the central square of Venezia and often has a bell tower as the symbol of the city. The tower is said to be 98 metres tall. It’s San Marco Square, it’s said that it will be flooded if you join.

Acqua Alta is a natural phenomenon in which the water level rises due to high tides and Venezia becomes flooded because it’s surrounded by water. San Marco Square has the lowest level of waiting water, so it seems like a year will be like the sea.

Yeah, while it’s a rare phenomenon for the residents, it’s also a big problem for the residents.

Next, I can see the Bridge of Sighs. The view from the Bridge of Sighs connected the interrogation room of the Eight Springs Charge with the reading, was the last view that could be seen before the master was imprisoned. The prisoner sighed since it was the last time he would see the beautiful city of Venezia, and thus the bridge was named the Bridge of Sighs. Of course, it’s not used as a prison anymore. While there are many sigh bridges, there are also things that cannot be done. You’ll see when the gondola passes under the bridge soon. You’re right under the Bridge of Sighs.

*kiss* There are lots of wonderful things. Riding on the gondola at sunset and kissing underneath the Bridge of Sighs, it’s a promise that eternal love has been caught. I’ve been secretly thinking about it since I saw the liquid motif in the movie before and I wanted to practice it with you. This promises us enteral love.

💐 Track 8: The Fifth Day in Florence

This is Florence’s famous landmark, the Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral. The dome part is called a cupola and the view from the top is amazing. It’s a long staircase to the top, but it will be fine.

Alright! Then let’s go!

It’s okay, I’m not tired. We should be at the top soon, I can see it! We made it! We’re at the top!

Look, you can see the cityscape of Florence! It’s very beautiful! There was a movie where two old lovers reunited at this place, and the footage was so beautiful that I dreamed of seeing this view with you. Thank you for granting my wish!

If it’s okay, there’s one more thing, that I wish for. I want to see this view while embracing you from behind. Thank you, well then. When I’m doing this with you, I feel like I’ve become a character in a movie.

*the bell chimes* It tells you the time of the bell tower beside the cathedral. Even so, I don’t remember the sound of this bell at our wedding. I’m sure the sound of the bell is a blessing to us.

💐 Track 9: The Sixth Day in Rome

Yes, I bought gelato. It was your dream right? Eating gelato at Spain Square in Rome like in the movie. I’m going to eat it deliciously. Oh, there’s some gelato next to your mouth, it can’t be helped, I’ll lick it. Mmm! It’s certainly delicious!

Yes, it’s beautiful. *giggles* Your childish side is adorable! I’ve eaten my gelato, so what should we do next?

There’s a saying that if you put your hand in your mouth with a false heart, your hand will not come out or your wrist would be cut off. Don’t look so worried, I’m an honest man, so it’s okay. Besides it’s just a good time, so let’s get in. You see, no matter what… Huh? What should I do? I couldn’t get it out! *screams*

What?~ I’m joking! I’m sorry, I wanted to imitate a scene from the movie, and I’m a good man so I’m going to get in a good mood and I’ll take you somewhere you wanted to go.

See, we’ve arrived at the Trevi Fountain you wanted to go to. It’s a big and beautiful fountain as you saw in the movie. Did you know that if you throw a coin into the fountain with your back to it that you can visit Rome again? If you flip another one, you can be with your loved one. I’ll throw in two in the hope that we’ll be together forever. I did it! They went in!

Now we’re together! Hey, since it’s a big deal, why don’t we take a picture of the two of us here? Scusi? I’m glad that someone outside will take the photo for us. It’s a newlyweds trip, so it would be boring to shoot normally. Oh yeah! I came up with a great idea! I’ll have you assessed while holding you like a princess. Hey! If you move wildly, you’ll give the people taking the picture trouble. Good girl, now smile and pose!

Grazie! I want to hold you like a princess forever.

💐 Track 10: Last Night in Italy

Will our fun honeymoon end tonight? It was so quick that we’ll be on the plane back to Japan tomorrow morning.

There’s only one thing left to do on my honeymoon, to love you. *kiss* The first day you fell asleep, but tonight I won’t let you sleep.

Your expression looks so sexy, do you feel good when your kissed? Wrong? Then till you feel good, I’ll need to kiss you more. *more kissing*

This time, I’ll kiss you in places other than your lips. First your neck, then, and then, it’s hard to kiss you when your still wearing clothes. *Sounds of clothes being taken off*

Don’t hide, show me everything, I want to love everything about you. *kiss* You’re beautiful, so very beautiful. *kissing* I love you.

💐 Track 11: Epilogue After Returning Home

Yes, they’re wet. Show me pictures of our honeymoon. Let’s see, Milan was the first place we went to, when we rode the gondola in Venezia, that was a lot of fun! My honeymoon with you was the right one for Italy.

Our love deepened even more when we went to Italy. By the way, did you get the cinematic romantic experience you wanted? Thank goodness! We’ll go to Italy again someday and we’ll have an even more romantic experience.

Oh yeah, I made a bouquet for you at my atelier. It’s a bouquet of tulips, in the language of flowers, tulips symbolize eternal love. Like the language of flowers, I will continue to love you forever. *kiss*

#honeymoon drama cd #yuuto hanamori #honeymoon series #drama cd #daisuke hirakawa #my translations

[fastlikealambo]

AMAS VERITAS:  ROBIN BUCKLEY X  BLACK READER

Summary: Happily out Hawkins College graduate Robin Buckley swears on the Goddess that 90′ is gonna be her year.  She’s finally come into her powers, is the manager of the only occult store in Hawkins, and might pluck up the courage to ask the witch of her dreams out. Everything was going to plan until her best friends ask the twosome for their help with a rather unique problem.  Chaos ensues in this sapphic practical magic au that no one asked for.

Trigger Warnings: Other than violence, blood, and gore, this fic will be fluffy and completely safe for work. 

Minors dni.

Chapter One: The Deathwatch Beetle.

Robin Buckley was eight years old when the deathwatch beetle took everything from her.

Though she was still so little, she knew the story of her family, of her magical heritage, and the curse tied to it too well.

 Once you heard the ticking of the deathwatch battle, the person you loved was doomed to die.

Her father was doomed to die.

Though it ticked for her father, she lost her mother that day too, the light in her mother’s eyes went wild as she ripped up the floorboards in search of the beetle before fading to a dull nothingness in the months that followed  until she, too heartbroken to live, left Robin alone in the world.

“In this house, we eat chocolate cake for breakfast and we never bother with silly little things like bedtimes or brushing our teeth.” Her aunts informed her with wicked grins, welcoming her into her new home. Though Robin had seen much sadness in her life, there was sweetness and magic in her life with the aunts and she began to feel normal again.

But with the sweetness came the sour as  like any young child she went in search of a friend her own age and couldn’t believe her luck when there was a whole group of children always lurking just outside her home.

“Hey, do you wanna play?” She asked them, hopefully. 

Her question was met by a sharp stone over the gate,  striking her in the head. 

“Witch, witch, you’re a witch! Witch, witch, you’re a bitch!” The children chanted at the crying Robin, tossing another stone to finish the work the other did not.

But the stone never made contact, having been caught by one Steve Harrington while Nancy Wheeler ripped a piece of her shirt and pressed it to Robin’s bleeding face. Though they were not the friends she thought she would acquire that day, they were the friends she needed the most.  Her home became their favorite place and once she convinced the aunts they were trustworthy, she shared her gifts of magic with them as well.

“ Great job my little Robin egg!”  Her aunt yelled as Robin successfully lit a candle with her magic, her friends clapping in awe.

A knock at the back door brought their celebration to a halt.

“Stay here Robin and show your friends your spells.” Robin’s aunts instructed but the moment the aunts left the room, the little witch and her friends scampered up the stairs for a better view of the guest.

“I can’t stop thinking about him, he has to leave his wife, he has to. Why the hell would I come all the way here if it wasn’t important so do you want my money or not?” The woman all but yelled in her aunts’ faces, stuffing money into their hands.  Within seconds the aunts returned to the woman with a dove in one hand and a sharp pin in the other.

“ I want him to want me so bad he can’t stand it.” The woman said desperately before pushing the pin into the dove’s heart, causing Nancy to gasp, turning her face away from the sight.

“Be careful what you wish for.”

“I hope I never fall in love, I hope I never fall in love, I hope I never fall in love. “ Robin chanted to herself, grabbing her friends by the hands.

“I can’t wait to fall in love.” Steve whispered as Robin tugged them into the greenhouse, grabbing a bowl and her own little book of spells before turning to the flowers growing in front of her.

“She will talk to the birds and they’ll speak back, when she cries, it will rain.” Robin said, plucking a petal and putting it in the bowl.

“What are you doing?” Nancy asked.

“Summoning a true love spell called amas veritas.” Robin explained, grabbing another petal.

“She can make a milkshake blindfolded, she’ll be marvelously kind, and her favorite shape will be the moon.” Robin finished, collecting all the flowers in the bowl.

“Didn’t you just say you never wanted to fall in love?” Steve asked, confused.

“ That’s the point, the girl I dreamed up doesn’t exist. If she doesn’t exist, I’ll never die of a broken heart.”

With her best friends by her side on the balcony, Robin concentrated on the spell, watching the petals lift into the air and scatter into the wind, complete.

 If she doesn’t exist, I’ll never die of a broken heart.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x yn #robin buckley x black! reader #robin buckley x black reader #witch! robin buckley #witch!reader

[m3cvryyy]

immortal x mortal!exiled prince

I have been walking the earth far before the stars were charted. I’ve memorized every single star and have grown quite bored at the thought of them.

But when I met you, the star of the kingdom; I knew you’d light up my world differently than the stars light up the night sky. Even as you discover the heartbreaking scenes the king has caused throughout the people, you continue to shine and lift people’s spirits.

Your promises of a new age coming gives me the feeling that living is no longer boring or cold, but something I will look forward too. Your smile that made me fall in love with the thought of living doesn’t deserve the heartbreak you will face when you discover we were not meant to be.

I have already come into terms with such things. I think me separating myself from you is more for me. I will always love you, forever. You’ve made me think ahead instead of at the moment, you make me wonder if I should choose A over B.

The tears in your eyes bring something that feels worse than the countless times of pain I put myself through to find a break in this curse. As your knights hold you back as I walk away, I can’t help but feel the wetness gliding down my cheeks.

Over the past years, my emotions faded. I didn’t need them, but of course you sprouted new ones in me.

As days turn into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, it seems to be our 78th anniversary. 78 years ago today, is the first time I saw your eyes. I miss the warmth your hugs made me feel.

Your legacy carries on in my heart and the little devils you sprouted with your wife. I am not mad you moved on, I am actually glad. I don’t want you being stuck on the stupid immortal you met 78 years ago. I knew you didn’t forget me though. You celebrating the naming of that star after me every year since you turned king makes me chuckle.

Today, I had a feeling. One that drew me to the castle you’ve resided in all this time. One that the head guard Sino, who was the son of the previous head guard when we were young and in love, move aside as I walked forward.

I entered the room and the smell of Queen Anne’s Lace hit me. My favorite flower. It was my favorite because we were in a field of them when I knew I’d spend the rest of my life following after you.

I reached your bedside. Although old and wrinkled, your eyes were the same as the day I first met you. Oh how I wished to grow old with you. Even when your eyes met mine, no signs of anger showed. Instead a bright smile showed.

“I’m glad your back. You look just as beautiful as the day I met you.” Maybe it was your matured voice or the fact I knew I’ve missed your precious life, but it hit me right in the gut.

“I’m back.” I pushed out as my sobs rang through the room. Those years without you tore me to shreds but seeing you for the final time pushed me to my limit.

“There is so much to tell you, but I no longer have time. I want you to live without regret.” I melted into the hand you placed on my cheek. I would trade anything to relive the moments I had with you. I would give my immortality just so I can have those extra seconds with you.

“I’m so glad you came, my love. I never stopped loving you, I would always leave the kitchen door unlocked incase you got hungry and wanted something to eat.” Your confessions made me sob harder.

“I love you.”

With that your hand on my cheek felt lighter before it fell beside your unmoving body. I stilled, afraid to move. As I reached for your hand and placed it on my cheek for comfort all our memories came flooding. The feeling of warmth I will no longer be able to feel vanished the moment your heart stopped beating.

“I love you too.”

#immortals #immortal x mortal #angst story #happy ending #sad ending #royal au #magic kingdom #fantasy

[thelonelybrilliance]

10 Years of TolkienGirl

This December marked ten years of my posting fanfiction online. Between ff.net and AO3, I've shared more than a thousand fics (some best forgotten, at this point). On AO3 alone, I've posted well over 2 million words of writing. I feel that I've learned so much about the craft of writing, the essentials of character development, and limitless range of interpretation. My favorite accomplishments are the completion of several novel and novella-length works, and of course, my collaborative AU project with @abadpoetwithdreams and @wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey. To celebrate, I'm sharing fifty personal favorites/milestones below:

25 One-Shots:

an imaginary line (2020) - The Silmarillion - What if Maedhros, in Himring, taught the ravens to speak?

and one to call home (2021) - Friday Night Lights - It’s the fear. It’s the hope. It’s the dream, the beginning of everything, head coach of the Dillon Panthers, so much riding on the choice to stay and stay and stay—

half omen, half hope (2019) - The Guest - This is what nobody ever tells you about fear: sometimes, you survive it.

the darkness drops again (but now I know) (2017) - Star Wars - Everything that Kylo Ren ever was is breaking like a wave.

as old as your omens (2018) - Queen's Thief series - Lose a hand, love the sword that took it. (She is the sword.)

sorry about the blood in your mouth (I wish it was mine) (2018) - Stranger Things - Steve is hanging by a thread. 

time, a maniac scattering dust (2018) - MCU: Avengers/Iron Man/Captain America - "I am" is so much easier to explain than "I am not."

we are not traitors but the lights go out (2018) - Queen's Thief series - Attolia feels as if she alone kills in cold blood.

the best lack all conviction (2016) - Daredevil - Matt’s first fear, when the world is stone-still and silent around him, is that he’s going to die. His second is that he’s going to live.

I will be a gun (and it's you I'll come for) (2019) - The Guest/ 손 - Do priests wear black because they carry sin, or so that they can hide it better?

lonely as a cloud (2018) - MCU: Avengers/Thor - “How much of it is real?” Thor asks, because he always, always wants to know. Loki’s brow furrows. The flowers falter and fade. “None of it,” he says flatly.

never all at once (2017) - MCU: Captain America - Bucky never stops falling, and Steve never stops running, and worst of all is that both of them keep living, on and on, as though the train that ran that mountain pass still has them by the hands, metal and metal.

a blur of conquerors (2019) - My Country: The New Age/ 나의 나라  - For Bang-won, stillness is an art.

we are truth-speakers (2016) - Supernatural - Sam and Dean discover J.R.R. Tolkien.

if gold rusts (what then can iron do) (2016) - MCU: Avengers/Captain America - He doesn’t know where this leaves him. He doesn’t know why everyone leaves him.

the blackbird's tale (2017) - Scarlet Heart Ryeo/ 달의 연인-보보경심 려 - She is a princess before she is a girl, a queen before she is a mother.

land of the living (2017) - The Chronicles of Narnia - Susan had thought that this would be the simplest place to start.

here is my hand that will not harm you (2021) - Big Little Lies - Perry seemed like the answer to everything. Sometimes he still does.

his skin barely keeping him inside (2018) - The Vampire Diaries - Somewhere between trying to be a better man and snapping Jeremy Gilbert’s neck, you lost your way. That much is obvious. Less obvious is how you can come back from it.

let us love him at right angles (and each other not at all) (2018) - The Lord of the Rings - "They were so alike, him and my father."

we shall have spring again (2016) - The Chronicles of Narnia - Winter is long, long ago. Edmund doesn’t know why it just won’t leave him alone.

Penultimate (2016) - MCU: Captain America - Steve wonders what would happen if he never stopped running.

it does not do to dwell on dreams (and forget to live) (2016) - White Collar - Sometimes, Peter wonders if Neal only smiles when he lies.

praying with a gun (2018) - Sherlock - All the dates are wrong, and all the data.

all love is time travel (2021) - Once Upon a Time - Killian has long been a captain, and so he does not show weakness or indecision unless he wishes to. 

5 Multi-Chaps:

Fixing on the Hour (2018, revised 2021) - Pride and Prejudice - In which Darcy Williams meets Eli Bennett, tries to be the best at everything, and maybe loses the chip on her shoulder.

Match (2018) - Emma - Emmett Woodhouse returns home from college, and sets about fixing everything but himself.

nor are we forgiven (which brings us back) (2018) - Star Wars - Sometimes going back to the beginning is farther back than you expect.

the way it all melted (like ice melts) (2016) - Supernatural - In January 2001, the Winchesters hunt Grendel, and Sam's life begins to take him away.

what our hearts used to be (2019) - Scarlet Heart Ryeo/ 달의 연인-보보경심 려 - Maybe she dreamed of an ancient kingdom so that she could save a modern empire.

10 Fics from 2022:

The Figurehead (WIP) - Stranger Things - When the first flakes of living ash begin to fall, Steve isn’t ready. He’s never ready. That’s not what counts.

the second hand unwinds (Multi-Chap) - Stranger Things - Steve will be damned if this is the end. Steve is damned already if he has to watch Nancy die in front of him.

love is not a victory march - Friday Night Lights - Fear is something that has always been tied up with Tyra’s understanding of home.

tide me death, betide me life - Stranger Things - Robin’s something of an expert in the business of looking at Steve Harrington for the wrong reasons.

see my heart burning in the distance - Friday Night Lights - For now it’s enough to be free. It’s enough to be unrecognizable. Most of the time, it’s enough to leave.

the heart is slow to learn - Stranger Things - It’s the day after the end of the world, and Nancy can’t sleep.

of green fires lit on the soil of the earth - Friday Night Lights - It’s just been so long since Eric had anyone to talk to about this.

and last year's leaves are smoke in every lane - Stranger Things - “A classic,” Robin says, though no one asked for her opinion. She has the tape in hand. “I always thought Laszlo gets short shrift, you know? He’s so heroic. And Bogart was short. But the heart wants what it wants, right?”

staring into all man's plateglass, faces, questioning after who loves - Stranger Things - Jonathan quirks half a smile in her direction. “Do you want to be right, or do you want me to have lunch with you?”

and yet shall mourn - MCU: Spiderman- There are times when MJ is sure she’s splitting in two, self and not-self, or maybe, self and truer self. Which—what the hell, again? Who is she, if she isn’t herself?

10 Gold Rush Silmarillion AU Fics:

no better hope - Fingon sets forth on his impossible mission.

within the hollow crown - Maedhros' life ends in every way but death.

steadfast as the hills of stone - Fingon is not done healing his cousin. His cousin does not particularly want to be healed.

between the jealous mountains (shall we mourn) - Vengeance is a long road--longer for some than others.

in their eyes (shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes) - Gwindor thought it would be enough, to love in a place of safety.

the tabernacle (reconstructed) - This is the land of plenty (or something like that).

chase winter from the human face - What sort of budding doctor am I?

our possible life - On Christmas Eve, Maedhros asks Estrela a favor.

the song I sing again and again - The night may not be young, but they are.

shatter my dream (with the aid of reality) - Who is he? Pater noster, he whispers to himself, of himself.

#my fanfic #my fic #my masterlists #fic list #10 years!!!

[libidomechanica]

A genius turned with the blue

A ballad sequence

               1

Flowers: then washed up. Don Juan saw     all though not to be, such logic will give pearl and every     cellars of Jerusalem. If she be a work divine;     who, though Ioy her mines of

the alleys, who did not only     in constructed, they will play his shed. Since life’s oblivion,     the sky but for an armour clashed my old guardian,     or woman, and with ease

between the plainly of not I     thinks me your heat to lightened some vexation; nay, marriage     also had not country yields. Equal matches and prest: how     stranger, I wish that love

or leaves, and in mine for clay, you     covered little taper? As may knowe. Our pillow that must     parts of proving far less practised eyes, tho’ I cannot     shed each couple turneth

aside?—What she taut hold? Of attracts     each out-at-elbow peer, or a hymn loud as a flocks     with me the love it more sublime: he love or decline and     sensitive and haste, and

shone soft floating trust the first path     to Auld Lang Syne. So much spirit robb’d of her hunger in     the mount Gilead. My horsemanships, which makes bank of him,     and shalt ca’ me forsworne?

Sits on his tick of land for sweet     fruits of frank to all the villager’s house the shepheards sway     this Wolues, as she nor harm being love must be in’t the     mark of the villagers

quicker, and wanted to want. Appeal     to tell! We see, these and magnifique, that iudge, as the     king sitteth at all … he touches in yours shall knows, is a     man’s kiss, its deep clos’d

o’erawes it. Since then all sun, and     for a debt she e’er drive one lovers, old age in the second     stocks in flowery oleanders, to be endure what     is youth, tops in letters

with banner of blood of mortals,     or soft floating ices, to steal away, and now would have     fallen hem of the story; and sorry I can help descent,     in so harsh, but form

a friend to fields of Europe—can     chaunge my church the Negroes and false in; no end, young people     are to love and beneath his shatter where deaf to ready     now that we love Frankenstein!

Your walk through, and then see to     settle throne! We vanquished, strength, thy holy water fall but     he has done! As those he branch. I am the gold to which     will choose; and stab, a king

how ridiculous. Those became     a Tyranny and papers with share her with regard. Before     full-borne day began, She trees refusing the boughs, from     heau’nly hye? And money.

So rich silks, and thine eyes of     digestion’d ever know him, and scent, by thee in the poor rich     in a case of hay new- fledged beams do show there’—for who had     a sister, daughter in

Friendly Few. And be a thousand     beneath. Had dropt her limbs at noon, while thou my budding was     cursing to stand an hour: come hither: he mighty men. To     make the fair peaceful

citadel, into the wide universes     ceased to touch or soon thy jocund you grew the morning.     If one could make that zeal that treasures the blood, and tears     have no Character was

the grave, Sir. To conqueror William     Curtis is a new news I’ve shunne their silence and scandal     share you won’t success, no doubt in one that despisd, and     as far from the daughter.

               2

Containing, swallows of jewels, the     sprang to reverie, perchant? And mee: now gynneth the more     return their better it,—

so you ignore, so that I owe     thee. The mair they gave thunder’d, I trow, the things transgression     gave me to the first a

fiecer Gripe doth raise thine Friend, O     daughter! This love may be perhaps from a haloed ascends     the same dreams are what’s good

an opener door for hectic     and should be my destines all those disguise, that last year     to thee in private

favourites did end, young herds weep,     with a backward selfe, to fight whose tall and out free the self     must rise, this were brew’d from

cages pull it hight, to make perfume.     For trumpet peace or faded, and all the musk-bull brown     paper bag of pearl and

could be us, last, to feed them     if not I? It language but keep coaches, must a strawberry     should dwindle of a

piece of horse where are oaths of black,     and trickling of long line of thread now? Sometimes have cease trying     this ill ascendant? Changed

is mute—no song of the valets,     staircases, hallways—perhaps from really scarce am fit     for the fury still his

quiuer spends her husband an hour: we     breast told me, stood three in the drowsy hour; forget such succeeds     door; I try to dance,

like their own words that virtue, like     quest, as we once we see, that he fingers. There is not our     soul’s spring at thirty

though this mine; I’ve paid, in their age:     for Reason due; for neuer knewe I louers she fix’d princess—     why not matter foreign

glory shows that wakes their foreigners     cannot quench and concoction, even now, which shows she thou     hast the people doth has

later years, and into these rule     and night. Her proof makes man say, give creeds tempt there is flatter     your wild ecstasy? Kind

of ditches of sheepes blow in     they rose; the sovereign lord, whose about—as my object on     which we bantered little

more right doth lies whose bells to see     us passing the cornice- wreathe through; a woman’s oppressive     nuptial song, in the

stories high woods within my mandate     life so reading his title, built rick. Custom-house, I     see thee the spiders that

piano? It irk’d himself, nor     leave a visits here is Addition move, by form’d with a     small such improve. To take.

Too rare a wall, we call the most     exemplary wife. Deepening they ho the land of Dutchmen     and sail just now a saints.

               3

All night, a noble line, althought.     Pain with the woodbine leaves fall down descends the beryl: his     barren bring that’s romantic, however dempt more cold with     blossoms to the faith is

forced, most fine summer joy! That late     of action, which flashy song that from the night, as happy,     countenaunce. Light upon thinkes you, you say you love thee,     gave you not received me.

               4

No ass so much holds by absent     from the hearts, unutterably mild, to chastity, when     you a debt I owe to

me thou speak of my heart expect     make her bosom is great starres in photography find     weak points in far above!

For its curse, too solemn closed is     greater is past success, or heard: thought; now saw Albion’s setting     around the Soul of

each the three lonely doe darke, since     thousand. From his crammed with allied, bear thine eyes: so short tunes     and Bayona’s holiday!

Of Loue I looked in a Kirtle     of tall glasse: all as further end was Ida by thy life;     but my Rose-tree, and evening

heate? Albeit my years believe,     Deare, like a primal nakedness! Into yon farthest     canto, save your cures for

clay, you complice of harlot, couleur     de rose-bud’s the virtue yielding of the devils who     never in the shadows!

               5

To-night, with boards ere long-stemmed plants     called him, who feast, thrise thee, as cocke of silvery koi swishing     to herself through the

roads sunk low, but mine obscure woodbine     be his sad post-horse; much better than all as Lais how     much alcoves to my garden

inclosed eyes, and on     everywhere is warmth of my little bent. Her climax: ’Oh! Full     of the sphere I seem tame.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #158 texts #ballad sequence

[finarfiniel]

tag drop!

#✧･ﾟ: * — for these were keen as lances in the starlight ( character study. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — out of character. #✧･ﾟ: * — ask meme. #✧･ﾟ: * — answered ask. #✧･ﾟ: * — dash meme. #✧･ﾟ: * — instead of a dark lord you would set up a queue. #✧･ﾟ: * — crowned with a radiant garland ( self. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — a giver of gifts beyond the power of kings ( celeborn. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — & together through ages of the world we have fought the long defeat ( galadriel / celeborn. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — & of her learned great lore & wisdom ( galadriel / melian. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — as kind as summer ( elrond. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — such was her glory & her loveliness ; & in her face was a shining light ( lúthien. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — in her eyes an undying memory of home ; a land that is magical & fair ( years of the trees. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — from the west she appeared ; sunlight & stars in her hair ( first age. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — for leaves fall & flowers fade that i have loved ( second age. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — what ship would bear me ever back across so wide a sea? ( fourth age. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — on the one hand lies darkness ; & on the other only hope ( third age. ) #✧･ﾟ: * — & i shall not be dark ; but beautiful & terrible as the morning & the night! ( dark queen. )

[radiantcrown]

        galadriel  has  long  since  given  up  the  pretense  of  reading  —  the  book  held  between  pale  hands  all  but  forgotten  as  her  mind  races,    contingencies  creating  a  tangled  web  within  her  mind’s  eye.    the  more  time  passes,    the  more  sure  she  is  becoming  of  this  plan  of  hers,    but  the  weight  in  her  chest  seems  to  grow  as  well.    she  fears  what  it  may  cost  her,    but  she  equally  dreads  the  possible  cost  of  her  inaction.        her  daughter  must  be  kept  out  of  harm’s  way,    at  any  cost.

        a  shuffle  brings  her  attention  to  the  doorway,    and  irissë  is  offered  a  weak  smile.    her  cousin  is  a  welcome  sight,    one  that  always  serves  as  a  balm  to  her  aching  heart,    but  the  question  she  must  ask  sets  her  ill  at  ease.        convincing  irissë...    is  not  something  that  she  expects  to  accomplish  easily.

        “    your  hunt,    i  trust  it  went  well?    ”        she  rises  to  meet  the  other  woman,    fingers  idly  brushing  a  stray  leaf  from  her  cloak  —  habit,    she  has  always  cared  more  for  her  appearance  than  irissë  herself.    a  hand  in  hers  leads  her  cousin  to  her  seat  by  the  fire,    craving  closeness  even  as  she  shuns  the  cold.

        “    rissa.    ”        a  breath.    she  steadies  herself,    resolve  settling  into  the  set  of  her  shoulders.        “    there  is...    something  that  i  wish  to  ask  of  you.    ”        please.    just  this  once,    let  me  protect  you.    i  can’t  lose  you  as  well.

        @elensila

#elensila #for leaves fall and flowers fade that i have loved / second age #aredhel tbt #i haven't written in ages so this is uh. rusty

[its-a-hot-girl-thing]

Antología | Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Bruno entered the room behind (Y/N), letting her roam around it for a few seconds, analyzing the patterns marked on the floor and walls, as he turned on some candles. 

"Come, sit here" He pointed to the centre of the room, where five little piles of leaves lay in the sand. She approached him with little leaps and was about to sit down when Bruno took her by the shoulders. "Wait! We can do it like this so you don't smudge your skirt."  

"Oh, it doesn't matter!, I'll wash it later" She sat down, pulling from his arms to follow her. "You know? I think my mamá thinks it's a whim of mine not to get married, but it would make me very happy to do so. It's just that I haven't found the one, that man who makes the colours brighter and life prettier... Señor Madrigal, I just want to know if there's someone like that out there for me." 

Bruno reflected himself in her eyes, full of hope and youth, and remembered the time when he used to have the same gaze. He desired the same things as her when he was around her age: to find someone who sweeten his existence by making him feel understood, someone to share his life with and to form a family of his own. This craving appeared after Julieta introduced him to Agustín when they were twenty-six, during a town festival. They looked so happy he couldn't help but feel jealous, because no matter how many flowers, chocolates or pretty words he said, all the girls in Encanto fled at the mere mention of his name. Eventually, the hope of finding someone faded, and he resigned himself to witnessing his sisters marry and have children, knowing he'd never have the same.

"There probably is" Bruno looked at her tenderly, praying God his same fate didn't await her. From his ruana, he grabbed a pinch of salt, which he proceeded to throw over his shoulder, then struck a match and lit the leaves at his feet. "May I?" He extended his hands towards her.

Nodding with a bright smile, she put her palms against his, feeling her fingertips tingle as they touched his skin. Bruno closed his hands around hers, warm and soft, and took a deep breath before his eyes began to glow a brilliant green that took her breath away. Sand began to swirl around them until a dome formed a dome over their heads, green lights and a strong breeze accompanying it. Between them, two jade figures materialised: a woman (Y/N) recognized as herself and a man of mysterious identity, handing her a bouquet of daisies.

"Felicidades, the man you were waiting for has already entered your life." She squeezed his hands, excited, giving a little squeak. He felt a small ail in his chest, a bittersweet feeling invading his mind: he was happy to deliver good news, especially to her, but at the same time there was a prevailing sadness in his heart. 

"Who is he?" She didn't remember anyone who had caught her eye lately.

"Hmm, wait..." the figures changed to show (Y/N) sitting in front of the man, laughing as he moved two small animals on a table, and then them kissing near the river. “I can't see yet, but you'll love each other fervently. You'll be very happy, your bond will be stronger than any obstacle in your way."

"What obstacles?"

And just when Bruno was about to see the man's face clearly, his figure disappeared, leaving in his place an older woman arguing with her daughter. "Your family" Bruno sighed, of course he couldn't predict a good thing, there always had to be a dreadful twist. "They'll try to separate you by all means... And they'll succeed, a tragedy will prompt him to leave." 

The sand around him began falling, leaving him confused; why couldn't he see the man's face? A jade glass slab formed in front of him, blocking his view of her, picturing (Y/N) crying on a bed, clutching something to her chest. "You won't be able to be together, you'll never marry." The breeze ceased, the green lights disappeared, and Bruno found a bewildered and brooding woman behind the slab staring at him. 

"Perdón." He was waiting for her to start insulting him. 

Usually, the content of his prophecies didn't affect him on a personal level, he just hated having to deal with the reactions they provoked. But the one he held in his hands had struck a chord within him; it seemed an injustice that something like that should happen to people like her. 

"Hey, don't listen to me, I could be wrong." Upset, he broke the slab between his hands and let the pieces fall to the sand, desperately trying to cover them with it. "Let's pretend that none of this happened."

"Señor Madrigal" her voice paralyzed him, and he unconsciously held his breath in anticipation of her anger. "Thank you for your time".

Her words baffled him, particularly because of the calm in which she said them, no trace of resentment or hatred in them. He looked up almost trembling, discovering her hand extended in his direction.

"I guess those things happen, huh" (Y/N) laughed gloomily as he took her hand. “Any idea of who the man is?" 

"No, perdóneme, señorita Cortés."

"It's okay, you've done more than enough for me." She sighed, dusting the sand off her skirt. “Now I have to tell my mother, she's going to go crazy. Huh, well, she'll have to get used to the idea." She shrugged her shoulders. "What about a rematch? If you get down before I do, I'll make you arroz con leche and arequipe. Deal?"

He looked at her astounded as she walked to the door, her characteristic sweet smile back on her lips. She didn't blame him, she didn't yell, she didn't even get angry; And instead, in an act of sheer sympathy, she thanked him for his vision. 

"Señor Madrigal, are you okay?" she touched his arm, concerned for his paleness. 

"Sí, perdón". He snapped out of his thoughts, walking beside her through the passageway. "Please, call me Bruno."

“In that case, call me (Y/N). And well, Bruno, what do you say about that rematch?" 

He ended up beating her again, she even had to walk down the last forty steps at a slow pace, trying to catch her breath. They returned to the courtyard laughing, and found Asunción talking with Julieta near the kitchen. Upon seeing her daughter smiling, the woman ran to take her hands in excitement. 

"When is the wedding?"

(Y/N) and Bruno's smiles faded as they looked at each other nervously.

"Mamá, I need you to stay calm... I'm never getting married." the woman dropped her hands abruptly, staring at her in shock, before glaring at Bruno. "It's not that important, marriage isn't for everyone. And I'm not going to die alone: I have my sisters, Catalina, the children..."

"It was a mistake to bring you here." She took her tightly by the arm, almost dragging her out of the house. “Your sister warned me! That man is a bad omen, he enjoys ruining people's lives. Did you know he was the one who told her she wouldn't have children? And look! Nine years of marriage and no offspring!"

Bruno remembered Amparo Cortés very well, but not for a good reason. The young woman had come to consult him about her marital life a few days before the ceremony, and when he told her she would never be able to conceive, the woman had blamed and cursed him for it. 

"Mamá! You're being rude." (Y/N) tried to get out of her grip. "He only answered your question, it's not his fault."

"Vámonos!"

"I'm so sorry, Bruno. I don't think you're a bad omen!" she shouted as her mother pushed her out the door. "I'll bring you the arequipe and the arroz con leche later!" He didn't notice when he started following her, but he found himself under the arch of the door, watching her fight her mother to go back to him. "It was nice meeting you!" 

"It was nice meeting you too." He whispered to the air, waving her goodbye seconds before Julieta ordered Casita to close the door.

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[gryffindors-weasley]

For The Very First Time

Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius Black just might be more sentimental than you think when he takes you on a trip down memory lane.

Prompt used: “Sorry how do you spell that?”

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: mild angst, smoking, fluff, kissing

A/N: This is for @sweeterthansammy ’s 1k writing challenge! I hope you enjoy. Flash backs are italicized, and the prompt I used is bolded!

The weather was a little bit chillier now that the sun was dipping down in the sky, chilly enough for a sweater or a light jacket. Something you didn’t have much time to think about with the spontaneity of Sirius’ plans and just how urgent he’d been making them out to be. Really, there was no rush and he knew that, of course he knew that, but he was far too eager for his own good and you knew that.

You were certain he’d under dressed when you found him standing by the front door, leaning against the frame in that tattered old jean jacket. The one there’s no chance in him getting rid of, not in a million years. It’s got a myriad of holes here and there in the faded, washed out denim, the cuffs having seen better days as the frayed material dangles down half torn. A miscellaneous pin from James is still on there, even that bright yellow smiley face is stuck on the collar that you’d put there ages ago. It was more than a well worn article of clothing, that much was for sure.

You managed to break away from James and Lily’s conversation, more so Lily, and any other time you wouldn’t have minded a single bit. You absolutely wouldn’t have, but with Sirius calling you from the floor below in the small Potter home, you find yourself having no choice but to give in to saving the conversation for later in favor of quieting the raven haired wizard.

You walk down the stairs until equally tattered converse come into view, then those same old black denim jeans, the those frayed jean jacket cuffs. You smell the distinct smell, something that’d only further been confirmed as you reach the very last step.

“Either I’m a fool, or time just stopped,” he says, flicking the ashes from his cigarette as he smiled down at you.

The corner of your mouth quirks up, the kind of smile he knows isn’t a hundred percent sweet.

“I think you’re just a fool, Pads,” you say, that smile widening a fraction. There it is. He walked right into that one and he knew it, rolling his eyes. “And I don’t think Mr. Potter would approve of you smoking in his beloved family home.”

“Which is exactly why I’m standing outside,” he grins before bringing the cigarette back to his lips, throwing his hands up as he takes one step backwards through the threshold of the doorway just so he can officially say that he is in fact outside and not at all breaking the rules of the residence.

Sirius Black liked to bend the rules when he could, he liked to walk on the wild side just about every chance he got no matter how trivial it may be. He claims it’s the only way to be, claims that’s what having fun is all about and anything less is boring. Nonchalance is simply in his nature.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are,” you counter, hopping off the very last step when he tugged on your hand to urge you out the door.

He pulled the door shut behind him and stopped you in your tracks, making you turn on your heel before you could take another step forward. You look up at him with a narrowed gaze and await an explanation as to just why it is he’s gone and stopped you when all he’s done the past ten minutes is tell you how desperately he’d wanted to go. So you stand and your stare and you watch as smoke blows past parted lips, lips that quirk upwards in a smile as he looks at you.

In that moment, he dips down, pressing his lips on yours in a kiss that’s as smoky as ever and the gesture alone has your smile pressing into his kiss. A smile that’s genuine just as much as it’s teasing.

“I thought we had somewhere to be?” You say, breaking away as you look up at him with a raised brow.

“We do,” he says, taking another puff before you snag the cigarette right from between his fingers, dropping it to the little stone walkway before putting it out beneath your boot.

You take notice of his pursed lips that fight a smile, at the squinted gaze he’s got set on you as you spin on your heel and walk ahead, leaving him to stand there and stare after you for a fleeting moment or two. You’ve got all the amusement in the world sitting on your expression and he doesn’t even need to see it to know it, he can tell just by simply hearing the laugh fall from your lips. He can see it as he catches up to you within a second’s time.

“How very rude of you,” he says in faux offense, but it’s not too long before you feel the tips of his fingers brushing against yours.

“How very generous of me,” you counter, and his scoff doesn’t go unheard.

The next time you look up at him, he’s got those sunshine yellow shades on, those obnoxiously yellow sunglasses that sit on his nose seemingly more often than not. James had gotten them for him at the town fair just a few years back, a gift just for laughs that he’d gotten with the rest of his tickets. They were bright and they were bold and very much fitting for the year nineteen-eighty-one, but he’d gone and kept them. Of course he did.

Sirius Black kept every single thing his friends have ever given him no matter how ridiculous or trivial it may have seemed. Even when he was just a child still stuck in his dreaded family home, he’d saved a shoe box from a pair of dress shoes he absolutely hated wearing, one pair of dozens that inevitably got scuffed up just a little too much for the liking of his parents before they’d gone and bought him a new pair to look more presentable for the family image. Aside from that, he’d kept a shoe box, one that he had tucked under his bed.

Inside were all the letters that James and Remus had sent him by owl over summer break, each and every letter even if it was simply James complaining about some nonsensical thing or a joke or if it was Remus writing to see if he’d gotten his Hogwarts letter yet. He kept all of them. He kept the four leaf clover James had stumbled upon, and he kept that special quill Remus had swiped from Snape. He never knew his best friend had a knack for being mischievous until that moment.

He’d read those letters on his best nights and his worst, read them just for so. They were tattered and worn at the creases where they were folded, but he didn’t plan on getting rid of them any time soon.

Over the years that sentimental collection grew and grew, adding to it a myriad of pressed flowers and leaves from Lily, and bookmarks from Remus, postcards from James that were the absolute most ridiculous he could find. You added to it with miscellaneous letters and a guitar pick you thought he might like. He never used it, he didn’t want to ruin it. He kept that feather boa you’d found and even that lucky coin. He kept it all.

Sirius Black was more sentimental than he let on, he’s got a softer heart than he showcased to most, he kept every one of those things no matter how stupid or trivial it may seem to someone else. But he’d never in a million years admit it. James had found it once, but he never said a word about it.

“You never did tell me where we’re going,” you say, kicking a pebble out of your way as you walked along the cracked sidewalk.

“I believe that’s the point of a surprise, love,” he says, and you catch his smile as you look up at him, lips pursed as you nudge him with your elbow.

“You’re terrible at surprises,” you tease, your smile in your voice and had he not been wearing those sunglasses at sunset, you’d have been able to see his eye roll. But you knew him well enough to know he’d gone and done it regardless of the visual confirmation.

“Have I ever told you you’re a pain?” He asked, his chuckle following his words as he grins ahead, glancing down at you briefly.

“Yes, and I take that as a compliment,” you say, hearing his continued laughter as he shakes his head.

You try and put the pieces together, try and pick up any hints to put together any form of information that just might lead you in the direction of where you could possibly be going. It was in town, that you knew for certain. It was somewhere, local otherwise he’d have taken Mr. Potter’s car. The attire was no use in a giveaway because there was not a single chance there’d be an occasion where you’d find Sirius taking you somewhere in which you’d need to dress to the nines. The days of pristine suits and freshly polished shoes were far behind him, he hated dressing up with everything that he had.

He didn’t even dress up above and beyond for James and Lily’s wedding; well, he did, but he dressed down his suit with a half loosened tie that wound up being a headband and that tattered pair of converse. And he even wore those same old yellow sunglasses.

It was early evening, and things don’t tend to stay open for that much longer, so that narrows things down just a little bit more. Makes things just a little bit clearer, but it all proved to be not as helpful as you’d like it to be.

The small town was dotted with street lamps casting the area in a warm glow as it began to get darker and darker outside. The surrounding trees held reddening leaves that dropped and fluttered to the ground when the breeze sifted through them. And it’s only then that it hits you, the smell of coffee and spice that wafts through the air the closer you get. The sweetened air the closer you got. You even heard that familiar little clang of the bell over the door.

It wasn’t until then that you’d realized that maybe this was his surprise, that it absolutely was judging by the way he’d been biting the inside of his cheek to stifle his grin.

“Sirius Black, is this what I think it is?” You ask, your brow raised as the corner of his mouth quirks upwards.

Your question is answered when that smile breaks through, when you do indeed stop in front of the door to that ever familiar coffee shop and he holds the door open for you to step inside. It’s noticeably warmer than the chilly weather outside, cozier than ever as the smell of coffee washes over you. It looked just the same as when you were here last, felt just as inviting as it always did.

There were a few carved pumpkins sitting outside the door, an assortment of fall decorations littering inside the small shop. Each of the little wooden tables have cozy orange table cloths, and string lights are hung. The entirety of the shop smelled like fall festive drinks and what was left of the pumpkin rolls and muffins, not to mention the sweeter than sweet scented candles that were lit.

He tugged on your hand as he stepped up to the counter.

“Can I get a black coffee with two creams and a hot chocolate?” He asks, dropping your hand to dig around for his wallet in the pocket of his jacket.

That was another thing, Mr. Potter had gifted him that very same wallet a handful of years ago. It was a hand-me-down, but that was the least of his concerns when he was given the leather wallet. He didn’t care about the scratches or worn corners. That was the first real gift he’d ever gotten that had true thoughtfulness behind it.

He remembered your order like the back of his hand, and he’d gotten the same thing every single time.

The drinks were ready in no time and he put some money on the counter with a little extra for a tip, handing you yours as he headed towards that ever familiar table tucked away in the corner by the window.

He ran his hand through his hair, sitting those sunglasses back on the top of his head once more to push his hair out of his face. Your smile was fond as you looked at him, a stubborn chunk of black hair dipping over his forehead and brushing against the tip of his nose anyway.

“Remember this place, love?” He asks, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

“As if I’d ever forget,” you say, a laugh leaving your lips.

Of course you did, it was hard to forget the one and only place you’d met Sirius black in a few years back.

It was a hectic afternoon, customer after customer flooding into the coffee shop especially now that the fall season was sweeping in at last. Things were always busy around this time of year, things were always busy around this time of day, so you’d come to expect the rush hour by now after all this time you’ve worked there.

Things were fairly simple once you got the hang of it, once you were able to do things with a practiced ease and it made the line of customers a little bit easier to move along. Most of them you knew by name, most of them you knew their orders because they never failed to get the very same thing each and every day that they came in. Some of them came in every day, some of them came in every week, some of them even had a select day of the week that they stopped in for their usual order.

It was one of the things you liked about working there. The regular customers were friendly as ever and made the workload a little easier given the prior knowledge of just what they get and how they like it, and it makes the time fly just a little bit faster.

The day hadn’t been your finest, you’d gone and spilled half a cup of hot chocolate on your apron, one you didn’t have the time to swap out and you’re quite sure you’d still had a smear of flour on your face from catching up on baking that morning before opening time. But that clumsiness was only in your nature and it was everything you expected from yourself.

“Y/n, can you cover up front? There’s someone waiting.”

That clumsiness only heightened at the sight of a new face, one you don’t believe you’ve seen frequent the shop before. He’s got a mess of black hair he keeps tucking behind his ear, yellow sunglasses dangling from the collar of a Queen t-shirt as his gaze focuses out of the window to his left. He’s got a pack of cigarettes tucked in the front pocket of his jean jacket and pin on the other.

You quit your staring, you quit while you were ahead as you smoothed your coffee stained apron.

“What can I get for you today?” You ask, capturing his attention as he looks at you.

You swallow thickly as your gaze meets gray eyes, a half smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You take notice of the dimple in his chin and the strands of dark hair that dip down over his forehead as he leans against the counter.

“Just a black coffee with two creams, please,” he says.

“Your name?”

“Sirius.”

You nod with a smile as you snag a cup and the marker from your pocket, turning on your heel to head towards the coffee as you uncapped your marker before you very quickly made that realization and spun back around. In the process, you nearly tripped over your own two feet and you can feel the heat blossoming in your cheeks.

“Sorry, how do you spell that?” You ask, biting the inside of your cheek.

You hear the softness of chuckle as he looks at you, surprisingly not out of mocking even with the way you just made a fool of yourself in front of him. He spelled it out for you with a smile, and you turned away without tripping this time. You made his drink just how he’d asked, your heart racing in your chest the entirety of the two minutes it took to make it as you thought about his smile.

You tried your best to stall, to steal a little bit more time before you had to go back to the counter to face him once more. To give yourself a little more time to let the heat in your cheeks cool off.

You pressed on the lid to his cup and took a breath, turning around and heading back to the counter where he stood leaning against it still.

“One coffee with two creams for Sirius,” you say, setting the to-go cup on the counter as he dug around his pocket for some money.

He counted it out in his palm as his hair fell in his eyes, quickly brushed away as he ran his hand through his hair and set the money down in exchange for his drink, and a little extra for a tip.

You notice the way his gaze lingers on you for a little bit longer, you notice it as the seconds pass and your heart races. It lingers on you and you can see the way the corner of his mouth quirks up as he does, spinning the cup in his hand out of an absentminded habit as his gray gaze finally meets yours.

“You’ve got a little something on your face, love,” he says, pointing to his own cheek as a signal for your own face.

Your hand shoots up immediately to swipe across your cheek, the heat in your face flooding back once more as you swipe your fingers across your skin, pulling back to see that dreaded flour on your face that you knew was bound to be there from that morning.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” you say with a laugh and a smile, his following soon after as he nods.

There’s a sort of tension that simmers as you meet his gaze once more, as it bounces to his smile and you’re not quite sure if time actually stopped or if this is some cliche moving moment happening to you in the middle of your shift, or neither and you’re just being ridiculous. That, it’s probably that one.

Either way, you find yourself interrupted by the ding of the bell to your side on the counter from a customer growing impatient, a call of your name sounding over your shoulder just behind you. It all brings you back to reality.

“Have a nice day, Sirius,” you say, watching as he nods.

“I’ll see you around.”

With that, he offers you that same smile that had your mind on it for a ridiculous amount of time, that smile that made your heart race, and he turned away and headed out that door with a little ding of the bell over the door. He headed down the sidewalk as he snagged a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it before he disappeared around the corner.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Sirius asks, grabbing your attention as he gazes at you over the rim of his cup, gray eyes full of amusement.

“About what?” You ask, playing into it with a half smile even though you know you’re bound to be met with a tease.

“That time you tripped over your own two feet. I mean, do I really have that effect on people, love?” He jest, feeling you kick his foot just under the table.

There it is.

“Must you be so cocky, Pads?” You ask, your gaze glimmering with amusement as you purse your lips.

“I’m afraid I must,” he says.

You roll your eyes as you sip on your drink, eyeing the smile forming on his lips. “What?”

He chuckles as he shakes his head, his gaze dropping down as he swirls his drink in his hands and bites the inside of his cheek. His stare is more amused than ever as he looks at you again, that same lingering gaze set on you in the very same way it had been all those years ago and you knew it couldn’t have meant anything good. If it was anything like that very first time, you were bound to feel your cheeks grow hot even though you’ve known the troublemaker for years.

He doesn’t say anything at first, quiet as he lifts his hand and swipes it across the top of your lip and all the way to the corner of your mouth. He’s just as amused as he wipes away some hot chocolate that’s been left behind from your sip, his chuckle immediate.

“You’ve got a little something on your face, love,” he says, and you hear that teasing tone in his voice that he’s always got, that mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I truly think it’s you that’s the pain,” you huff, biting back your smile.

He chuckles. “‘S that so?”

You nod as you smile at him. “Very much so.”

He bites his lip momentarily as he looks at you, that pesky chunk of his hair falling back down in his face. “I take that as a compliment.”

He used your earlier words, of course he did, that’s just how Sirius Black is. Taunting and teasing in the most lighthearted of ways and that’s something that’s always been so, that’s something that always will be so forever and ever.

He’s got the tip of the arm of his sunglasses between his teeth, having given up on using them to hold back his hair as he looks around the little coffee shop where it all began, as he looks out the window at passers by, the corner of his mouth quirking up when he feels your gaze on him. It widens a fraction as he feels you get up, feels you swing around the edge of the table to take a seat in the booth bench next to him rather than sit across from him.

You’re quiet for a few moments as you rest your head on his shoulder. The foot traffic in the shop was dwindling as it neared closing time, growing less and less busy until it was starting to become just the two of you there. But you weren’t so focused on the details, not when you’ve been in your own little world with the one stealing your attention right next to you as you sat in your usual booth in the corner.

This was it, this was where it all began, this was where you’d met the chaos that is Sirius Black. The chaos that’s brought nothing but good into your life, nothing but a thrilling excitement that only he could bring.

You lift your head and look up at him, his gaze falling on you within a moment’s time. You see that smile, that smile that makes your heart race a mile a minute. You see it and you mirror it as you look at him. It’s only a matter of seconds before you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, soft and sweet and tasting of hot chocolate and coffee and a little bit of that smoke that never quite left his lips.

You kiss him before you wrap your hands around your cup, feeling his eyes on you. You take a sip as you stifle your smile, the arm of his glasses between his teeth once more as that smile he’s got remains as you look at him. You smile when you look away, head shaking as you nudge his foot with yours.

This is where it all began a handful of years ago. This is where you met Sirius Black for the very first time.

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[earlgreydream]

enemies.

| bucky x reader | fluff |

requested by @fitzfiles​ enemies to lovers 

this is technically a highschool au, but only slightly. we love bucky being a loveable ass out here

Your eyes narrowed and you glared at Bucky. You couldn’t stand him. Bucky was popular, flirtatious, and an asshole. He was always flirting with you at school, and you always felt like he was trying to make a joke of you in front of everyone. On top of that, it made other girls envy you, tainting friendships with jealousy.

It seemed like you were the only one who didn’t want Bucky Barnes. 

“You’re such an ass!” You snapped at Bucky, who only laughed in response. You hated when he tilted his head to the side, the stupid smirk you loathed pulling at his lips. 

“Don’t be like that, doll.”

“I’ll do whatever I want! Leave me alone, I’m not going to fall at your feet like everyone else!” You stood up from the library where he had been absolutely intent on distracting you from finishing your homework, the reason for the fight in the first place.

You were the only one who didn’t give him every ounce of attention he desired, and he was determined to get it. 

You sat on your bed, a folder of history homework open in front of you. You studied with music softly in the background, needing a break from trying to study with Bucky bothering you every five seconds. 

“Y/N,” your mom called your name as she walked in the door. 

You looked up, setting down the document on World War II. Your father was behind her, and you grew uneasy, wondering what they possibly felt they needed to both talk to you about.

“We’re worried about you, dear.”

“Worried? Why?” you laughed, surprised by their explanation.

“We’re just concerned that you don’t have the same social life people your age have. You seem to always be up here, studying in your room. We want you to meet some people, and have some fun,” your father explained.

You were confused by the explanation. You spent most of your time at school, and around other students. You did have friends, but you also prioritized your grades. You certainly were not the hermit they were making you out to be.

“You don’t need to worry-”

“But darling, you’ve never dated. One of our friends has the most charming son, and we think he’d be perfect for you. We want to set you up.” Your mother was smiling, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Perfect for me?”

“Yes! He’s so charming, and he’s sweet. He’s also incredibly intelligent, his grades are wonderful. He travels a lot, you know, has that worldly kind of sense. And, he’s beautiful. We were thinking of setting the two of you up, having them over for dinner.”

You couldn’t deny that this sounded too good to be true. The boy they were describing sounded perfect for you, and although you cringed at the idea of your parents setting you up, you were intrigued.

“What is his name?”

“James!” She beamed, and you raised your eyebrows.

“I will go on one blind date with him, if you stop giving me a hard time about my social life.”

“One date. You can meet him at dinner tomorrow, and then the two of you must go on one date. If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. But try for us, honey.”

“I will, I promise,” you smiled at your parents, excited and nervous to meet your supposed dream-man. 

You dressed up for dinner once you were home from school. You’d never even seen this boy, and yet your tummy was filling with excited butterflies. Your name was called from downstairs, and you quickly ran down to meet them. 

You nearly tripped over yourself as you stopped dead in your tracks. You were met with an all-too-familiar silver gaze, and the smirk that made you so, so angry.

“Bucky.” 

Your voice was cold, and all of the butterflies shriveled up and died, the excitement fading from you. You were furious that you’d agreed to go on a date with him in addition to sitting through this dinner.

“You two know each other?” His mother asked, surprised.

“Quite well, actually. We have history together at school, right doll?” Bucky was trying not to laugh, only fueling your irritation. 

“It’s Y/N. And we’ve met, yes.” 

This motherfucker. 

Dinner was long and painful, and you were forced to listen to what a perfect prince everybody thought Bucky was. You were surprised to hear about his academic standing, one that competed with your own. It was clear by his expression that he didn’t want the news to get out that he wasn’t a complete anarchist. 

You cringed as your parents praised you too, unsure of who they were trying to impress. You were quiet, not giving a single damn about being polite to the boy you hated. 

“Why don’t the two of you go upstairs?” your mom suggested, and you sighed, holding back a massive eye roll. Being alone with Bucky was about last on the list of things you wanted to do.

You stood up under the pressure of four gazes, and Bucy followed you up the flight of stairs. He couldn’t contain his amusement for the situation, and you walked into your room and sat down on the edge of your bed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Did you know it was me?”

“No, I really didn’t. But I’m glad it is.” He almost sounded sincere.

Bucky looked around your room, taking in the soft lavender walls, and the white bedspread that you sat on top of. Everything was soft and sweet, like you. Fairy lights hung above the bed, casting a gentle glow over the room. Bucky thought you looked beautiful.

“Quit staring at me,” you snipped, pulling your knees up to your chest.

He smiled, stepping in from the doorway and sitting beside you on the bed. You were angry at yourself for noticing the way the lights seemed to make him look golden, glinting in the reflection of huge silver eyes.

“How could I not?” He breathed, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

No. No, this is not happening. You will not let yourself be seduced by this cocky asshole. 

“Save it for the date,” you rolled your eyes and he smirked. 

“You’re not looking forward to it?” Bucky asked, and you shook your head with a face.

“No, of course not.”

“Come on, I’ll show you a good time. You’ll probably even realize that you’re in love with me.” His grin was infectious, but you fought off the urge to smile back.

“In love with you? Hardly.”

“I’ll give you one night. You’ll change your mind.” 

“You seem confident,” you snarked, rolling your eyes at his arrogance.

“I always am.”

You watched him as his eyes traveled over the room, seeming to take everything in. Bucky noticed every small detail, including the sketch of daisies that leaned against the wall on top of your desk. 

When he was finally called away, he stood in front of you, leaning over you with one hand on the wrought iron bed frame. A soft smile broke onto his face, and you felt warmth spread through your chest, reaching up to your cheeks.

“Goodnight, doll.”

You scowled at the dress that was laid out in the end of your bed when you got home from school. You’d been dreading the date, especially when Bucky winked at you during history class. He didn’t make a show of embarrassing you in front of his friends. You hadn’t even heard gossip about it, so he must not have told anybody. 

You were a bit surprised, you thought that Bucky would seize the opportunity to be the subject of gossip and attention, dragging you into it with him. 

Your parents were out of town for the weekend, and you’d been set up for a friday date after school with Bucky. The doorbell rang, and you went to answer it, your eyes widening a bit when you saw him in jeans and a button down. 

Fuck, he was handsome. 

“Hi James.” 

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” he said honestly, and you couldn’t stop the warmth from blossoming on your cheeks. He held up a bouquet of daisies, and you bit back a smile, taking your favorite flowers from him. You realized he noticed the drawing, and something about that made you feel fuzzy inside. 

It was too bad you didn’t even like him.

“Let me set these down, thank you.” 

You put them in a vase on the table, and he followed you. 

“You didn’t tell everyone at school.” It was a statement, but you meant it as a question.

“Why would I? I knew you wouldn’t appreciate everyone in your business,” Bucky confessed. Despite the amusement he gained from getting on your nerves, Bucky did like you, and he did respect you. The idea of others participate in the teasing, more than just his bit of playfulness, upset Bucky.

He wanted you to like him. 

You followed Bucky outside to his yellow car, one that was sort of vintage. He didn’t drive to school, and you realized you had never seen his car, but it somehow fit him. You got in the passenger seat, and he handed you the chord to play your own music.

You nervously scrolled through your phone, deciding that the safest bet for music was bon iver, and he broke into a smile, leaning forward to turn up the stereo.

“I love this song,” Bucky grinned, surprising you.

“Where are we going?” you asked, leaning forward and watching the buildings pass by as he drove you to an unknown location. 

“Just trust me.”

He parked and was opening your door for you before you could get out. You stepped out and took his outstretched hand, deciding you had to at least give this as much of an effort as he was. 

His hand was soft and he squeezed you gently as he led you inside the huge aquarium in the city. It was your favorite place to go, and you wondered how Bucky knew that. 

“You mentioned it once, in class,” he spoke as if he read your mind, or at least read the bright smile on your face.

“I can’t believe you remembered... Or that you even listened,” you laughed.

“I always listen.”

You walked through tunnels filled with colorful fish, and they swam around you on all sides, even under your feet. You gasped and pressed your hands to the glass, letting go of Bucky as you watched a sea turtle swim by. Bucky watched your delight, smiling at your excited squeal.

“Look!” you pointed, and he grinned.

“I see, it’s so cool,” he indulged you. 

You moved through the tunnel, into a room of separate tanks, all smaller and holding their own creatures. You struggled to see the clown fish in the top, even standing on your toes.

“What’re you doing, doll?”

“Trying to see the nemo fish, but-” you squeaked as Bucky’s hands went around your waist, and he lifted you up so you could see. You blushed and smiled, looking at the fish swimming around. He gently set you down, and you wrapped your hands around his arm, a little bit shyly.

The two of you spent hours looking at the creatures, and you let him wrap his arms around your waist as you stood and watched the jellyfish. 

“They’re so pretty!” you gasped, and Bucky could see the reflection in your wide eyes, and he couldn’t ignore how his heart raced when he looked at you.

You found yourself feeling the same way.

“This was great, James. I didn’t think you’d manage to win me over, but this is the best date I’ve ever been on,” you confessed shyly as you left, the sky already dark. He beamed at you, his silver eyes lighting up when you smiled at him.

“I’m so glad, but we’re not finished yet, doll.”

“You spoil me,” you giggled, and he pulled you to the car.

“Come on, or we’ll miss it,” he hurried you, laughing as he got behind the wheel. 

He drove to a park and got a blanket from the backseat, producing a basket that you hadn’t noticed before.

“Picnicking in the dark?”

“Hush and come with me,” he insisted, laying out the blanket on the grass and pulling the food out. 

You bit into a piece of fruit, leaning against his side. You gasped as fireworks started to go off overhead, and you looked at Bucky, who just smiled back at you. 

“I thought you’d like them.”

You watched the light and colors explode in the sky, enjoying the dinner he brought. You ended up leaning back against Bucky’s chest, wrapped in his jacket when you complained of being chilly. You couldn’t believe that over the course of a few hours, he had managed to work his way into your heart, and you were now in his arms.

“Do you want to come in and stay?” you asked Bucky as he pulled up in front of your house.

“I’m invited?”

“Yes.” 

He smiled, grabbing sweats from his trunk, explaining that he always had a change of clothes, on account of being an athlete. You teased him with a giggle, going inside with him and up to your bedroom. 

You changed into a pajama set and laid on your bed with him, the two of you staring up at the tiny, glittering fairy lights above you.

“You look perfect like this,” you whispered.

“Not as perfect as you.”

“What happens Monday? Do you go back to being an ass and I go back to hating you?” your voice was soft, and although you were joking, the fear behind it was real.

“I was hoping I could call you my girlfriend on Monday.”

You leaned over and kissed him, answering the question. When he kissed you back, it was like a million tiny fireworks exploding inside of you, instead of in the sky overhead. 

“You changed my mind in one night.”

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