#gregory x reader

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲@luvlydeja 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐭🤭...

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 2020 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 “𝐷𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒“ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑚 𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖, 𝑠𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦 ♡︎ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

❧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬➬ this is absolutely nasty like I’m shocked at myself lmao, oof um let’s see, detailed kissing, hair pulling, flirting, google translate Italian, shorty gets positively pounded, flirting, teasing, unprotected s3x, manhandling, this is what happens in the hands of the h0rny and untrained😭🫵, lots of orgasms and consensual fun throughout ^^ 18+ MINORS GET OFF OF MY LAWN

“𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒍...“

࣪𖤐๋࣭ ໒꒱✧. • 𐙚˙⋆.˚. .

Since he’d be staying in Italy for a while, or at least until he got all the interview material he needed, his first act of business would be to learn the language.

True, he could get a translator but it would be more authentic for him to learn since he’d be the one speaking and asking the questions.

Naturally, Gregory decided that a native speaker would be able teach him best.

Enter you.

He had walked into the convenience store you part timed at and instantly forgot what he was there for when he saw you. The prettiest thing in a sundress he’s ever seen, soft skin glowing with a slight sheen from the heat, your alluring features making his heart race faster the longer he looked at you.

You were talking to a customer in Italian, smiling and nodding in agreement before sharing a laugh with them. Gregory swore he’s never heard the sound warm spun silk but now he can say he officially has.

The words from your beautiful mouth flowed so effortlessly that he knew you would be perfect for him.

The old man who you were talking to was a regular, stopping by every Wednesday to entertain you with stories about his “sweetie baby wife” and how the world won’t stop at losing just their minds, they’re lucky he’s not in charge before buying some cigars and leaving with a lazy wave and wink.

Giggling, you wave back, shouting out after him.

“Vacci piano, ragazzo duro~!”

Smiling to yourself, you look from the door to the newspaper shelf only to lock eyes with a tall foreigner.

The first thing you notice besides his height was that he was insanely good looking. Rugged wasn’t quite the right way to describe his features because while they were sharp, he was just too pretty for that. Biting your lip, you noticed he was broad too; barrel wide chest and thick arms, you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone as classically handsome as him.

You’re so busy ogling him that when he’s suddenly standing in front of you, you startle but regain your wit quickly. Deciding to talk first, but in English.

“What’ll it be boss man?” Flicking your eyebrow up with a playful smile as you lean forward behind the register.

Gregory’s blood rushes south at the way your accented voice addresses him with a flirty look in your big almond eyes. Inhaling sharply he can’t help but smirk back at you.

“I’m looking for a translator since I don’t know much of the language here”, he says.

Goddamn his voice was deep.

Nodding your head to play off how flustered he had you, you get an idea.

Hot guy who needed help learning a language that you just so happen to speak AND moan?

You’re in.

While you’re thinking, Gregory looks you over with all kinds of filth running through his head.

You’d look so good whining naked on top of him.

He could live between your thighs.

What would you sound like when he’s stretching you out and fucking you dumb?

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by the clearing of your throat.

“Well most translators overcharge but since I’m so sweet and if you want, I wouldn’t mind helping you out…?” Realizing you don’t know his name, he rushes to give it to you.

“Gregory.”

“Right. Maybe I could help you out, Gregory…what do you think?” Letting your tone go from intrigued to lilting as you tilt your head to the side, looking at him through your lashes.

You were an absolute dream to him.

Stepping closer to you, he leans down to your face; propped up on his elbows near your own on the register and looks down at you with lidded blue eyes before smiling roguishly.

“I would absolutely love that.”

And just like that the learning process began.

You had taught him things like conversation and structure, how and what to call everyone, transitions and connectors, extensive words, places, and even the slang. Learning from you was hard but the difficulty had less to do with the language and more about how badly he needed to make you cum.

There was always this underlying tension between you two since the moment you met; subtle at first but the steady pent up attraction had it leaking into a more than intense desire.

Constant touches, flirtatious looks, innuendos so obvious that they bordered on invitations then came the teasing.

Whispering in his hear the correct way to say something when he didn’t quite get it right, biting your plump lips when you’d smile at him, but the worst, was the way you’d say his name. Rolling the ‘r’ so sexily that more often than not, it had blood rushing straight to his cock.

Moments like now.

“See? Sei un talento naturale, Gregory. Very good”, you say. Praising him sweetly. You were flirting, have been for a while now and you made sure he knew.

But with the way he reacts to you? The undivided attention, the way he’d strip you with his eyes alone, licking his lips and nodding when he focused hard on what you would say, the lingering hugs and wandering hands, not to mention how close his face sometimes got to yours…

It was only a matter of time.

“No~. Questo è tutto tu, bebé.” The low timbre of his voice makes you break out in goosebumps as heat licks up your spine.

“Yeah? It’s all me?”

“Mhmm.”

“How do I know though?”

“Come vuoi che ti insegni?” (How do you want me to teach you?)

Oof. That’ll make your pussy throb-

“THAT, dipende dal tuo stile..” With that it’s now or never as the air becomes thick with tension.

“That’s fine. Mines is ‘hands on’.

And in one smooth motion, Gregory yanks you into his lap, slotting his mouth over yours in a deep kiss.

He fits his hands around your hips as he completely devours you, one hand moving to slide into your hair, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss, the suction of his lips and yours soon give to him nipping your bottom lip before sucking on it to soothe the sting.

It’s so hot it makes you ache as heat soaks into your body and you moan desperately into his mouth. Gregory grips your hair tighter as he pulls it back to look at how pretty you look wanting and seals his mouth over yours again, swallowing your moans in the process.

Your cunt throbs as you hear him groan when he begins to sloppily lick into your mouth, his big tongue pressing against yours, rubbing his cool taste all over your pallet while you twitch and whimper in his strong grasp.

Sloppy wet kissing sounds along with your whimpers fill the room. The sounds would have made you embarrassed but you want him too bad and the way your tongues lazily swirled around each other’s, making more heat pool in your belly then drip down soaking your panties, made you forget about it.

Gregory groans into your mouth again before kissing you even hungrier to the point where you feel him in your throat as your eyes water in pleasure. You were starting need air but you don’t want it, not more than you want him.

He eventually pulls away and you gasp once your airway is free. The sudden influx of oxygen makes you dizzy as your clit throbs and you whine at him, begging with your teary glazed eyes for more.

Your whole body felt hot. The sensations were almost too good as you grind down on his fat length, moaning at the friction against your swollen clit while you unbuttoned Gregory’s shirt; becoming more desperate when you saw his happy-trail.

He pulls you back to his lips in another obscene kiss while you take his cock out, too desperate to take his pants off completely.

You freeze when you feel how big he is, eyes glazing over as you look down with a weak “oh.”

Gregory swears under his breath at your reaction, making a mental note to make you scream before kissing your ear.

“Sì? Babygirl likes seeing such a fat cock hmm?” He coos, making you gasp at his vulgarity.

“O-okay, if you don’t fuck me right now-“, was all you managed to get out before he lifted you to switch positions, you on your back before thrusting into your sopping cunt.

Your mouth drops open in a sharp moan at the stretch, the pressure almost killing you as you gasp and jerk underneath him. Determined not to cum so fast and make it last, but Gregory isn’t doing much better.

You looked so delicious under him, your back arched in pleasure as you cried out for him as he battered your sweet spots, warm and snug pussy drooling around his cock.

“Hnn - nnnnngghhhh!” The vulgar, borderline animalistic sound eventually forces its way through your gritted teeth when he finishes sliding home some moments later, your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head while your stuffed cunt sensitively flutters around the intrusion. He feels massive inside you. Not particularly long, but sufficiently wide enough to make it seem like he had you stretched right to the breaking point. It was simply too much, and your head lolls back in doped out bliss.

Fervently, your arms circle around his neck as he hunches over you so he can brace his hands on either side of your head, groaning as he moves his hips back before slamming them back in, setting a punishing pace as he fucks you.

You’re already toeing the line of a soul shattering orgasm just from having his cock bullied into you a second time, you toss your head back to peer up at him as if in a daze.

The whorish sounds coming from your throat drive Gregory crazy as he feels himself slip with how mind-tinglingly good you feel.

In a matter of moments he seems to be knocking that tender spot inside of you with near expert precision and you can’t quite catch your breath between helplessly bleating out in wordless ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight on me mami…wet little pussy..! Gonna cum all in you, stuff you full”.

You seize so suddenly it catches you off guard, so rattled at hearing that come out of his mouth that you clamp down on him, hard. You black out while your cunt is sent into a heated pulsing frenzy, wildly squeezing down on his cock so violently that it brings tears to your eyes. Tossing your head back again, you scream for him as you shake weakly through your mind numbing orgasm that you almost miss the moment your cunt erupts, spraying his front in arousal.

You screw your eyes shut with a keening shriek when a second spurt shoots out of you to further soak him but even then he doesn’t let up on the steady push and pull of his heavy girth along your palpitating cunt. Groaning into your mouth as he cums into your soaking heat, hissing through the waves of overstimulation. With no other option, you lie there and take it, your head a mess of static white noise that doesn’t clear up even when you finally start to come down from the high some moments later.

Boneless underneath him, you’re distantly aware of your shared release running down the sides of his cock in warm rivulets where he’s still wedged inside of you but you’re too drunk on satisfaction to care, kissing back weakly as he slips out.

No matter how hard you fight it, sleep overtakes you but one thing is for sure….

You can’t wait to teach him more♡︎. . .

#callum turner #callum turner x reader #callum turner smut #divine 2020 #divine movie #Gregory x reader #callum turner fanfiction #masters of the air #mota #smut #fluff #x reader #d!ck is a mission and I’m on it🫡 #permission to cook? #permission was granted🫡

[snailsgarden]

Heya! ¿How are you? I hope you're safe and sound at the other side of the screen!! <3

Can you maybe write separate platonic headcanons for Stan, Gregory, Clyde and Kenny with a friend (reader) that doesn't speak at all because of trauma? Maybe their reaction on the reader coming to him more nervous than usual and then saying "Thank you" (for being her friend) with a kinda trembling voice because she is still a bit scared of speaking even to him?

Thank you and have a good day <3

(Can I be your 🔇anon [muted anon], please?)

heyhey!! im doing great and wish the same for youu

yes, you can be 🔇 anon<33

cw: its cute & you can bet there ARE spelling/grammar mistakes in here

⊹ stan marsh;

he didn't.. mind? that you didn't talk (he was kinda confused at first, tho bc he didn't???know??? what you wanted or anyth

but he enjoyed how quiet you were, it was relaxing to him

when you went up to him and thanked him, he was confused, shocked!!, happy, and to add onto the many feelings, he thought u had a really pretty voice

"Whaaaat??" he asked and once you told him the reason he was ?????

rlly kind to you

(he thought of you as a great friend, and didn't mind you not talking at all)

was so happy to know you felt comfortable enough to speak to him even if it was only a sentence

⊹ gregory;

ok so we know hes polite and a sweetheart but to you??

SO CONSIDERATE OF YOU IM CRYIGN

felt honored that you actually felt as if you should thank him? for being your friend?

loves your company, and i think he'd suggest you to write to express your opinion n stuff

(i love gregory did u know i love gregory?)

reading books together IS!!! a form of spending time w you he absolutely loves (this is, if you like reading

he comforted you when you thanked him and tried cheering you up after

encouraging of you to speak to him

⊹ clyde donovan;

ok but the talks/listens dynamic is so cute to me

rlly likes ur company

was " im sorry, what?" when you thanked him

you are literally such a good friend to him??

comforted you about it bc who wouldn't like being around someone like you???

happy that you felt safe enough to talk to him and express your feelings

he hugged/offered to hug you ok you csnt tell me he didnt 💔

⊹ kenny mccormick;

he loves your quiet demeanor

such a contrast to his usually 'uniquely talkative friends'

yall r such a good/wholesome ish duo tbh

always wants you to express ur opinion at anyway possible

when you THANKED HIM???

why??? you're so nice???

comforted you and told u abt how he liked being friends with you

a sweetheart, hes so kind to you❤️‍🩹

#🥢% writing #south park #south park x you #south park x reader #sp x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #south park gregory #gregory of yardale #gregory of yardale x reader #gregory x reader #sp clyde #sp clyde x reader #south park clyde #south park clyde x reader #clyde x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #south park kenny #sp kenny x reader

[that-kid-fromtheplayground]

♥𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜!𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫♥

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Gregory: Oh well now, mama, we're all gonna die.

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Bendy: mama, we're all gonna die.

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Sammy: Stop asking me questions, I hate to see you cry-!

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Minny Huggys: mama, we're all gonna die...

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#fnaf security breach #fnaf #Gregory #Gregory x reader #Mini Huggys #Huggy Wuggy #Headcanons #Platonic #Platonic Headcanons #Poppy's playtime #BATIM #Bendy and the ink machine #Bendy x reader #Sammy #Hcs

[megistusmona-mp4]

random south park x gn!reader incorrect quotes

these are probably ooc (out of character)

gif by ﹫///jenoevil on twt.

Y/N: Favorite horror movie?

Christopher: It

Gregory: Saw

Damien: Annabelle

Pip: High School Musical. after watching it I spent all my middle school years terrified that the entire school would start singing something and I’d be the only one who didn’t know the lyrics

Y/N: Nothing in life is free.

Christopher: Love is free!

Gregory: Adventure is free.

Damien: Knowledge is free.

Pip: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

Y/N: Anyone d-

Craig: Depressed?

Tweek: Drained?

Clyde: Dumb?

Butters: Disliked?

Y/N: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people ...

Y/N: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Craig: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Tweek: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Clyde: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Butters: My moral code, is that you?

Y/N:

Y/N: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Craig: Several traffic violations.

Tweek: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Clyde: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Butters: Also, that’s not our car.

Y/N: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Kenny: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Y/N: Three of us saw it, Kenny. How do you explain that?

Kenny: *points at Cartman* Sleep deprivation. *points at Kyle* Paranoia. *points at Stan* Delusional personality disorder.

Y/N: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Kenny: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Stan: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Kyle: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Kenny: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Stan: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Kyle: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Cartman, annoyed: You are disappointments

Y/N: You're a loose cannon, Kenny.

Kenny: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me?

Cartman: I think you play by your own rules.

Kyle: No way, they think rules were made to be broken.

Y/N: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.

Kenny: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Stan is a loose cannon.

Stan: *smashes a chair*

Y/N: Dammit, Wendy!

Wendy: What?! It wasn’t me!

Y/N: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Bebe!

Bebe: Not me either.

Y/N: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Heidi: *whistles*

Y/N: Hah! 69! You know what that means?

Wendy: What?

Bebe: That you're a child.

Heidi: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

Y/N, to Stan: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Stan, motioning to themself and Kyle: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

Y/N: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Stan: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Kyle: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Stan: Good thinking.

Y/N: WHY. why did you give Kyle a KNIFE?!

Stan: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Y/N: Now I feel unsafe!

Stan: I’m sorry.

Stan: ... would you like a knife?

Y/N: Pip, can I talk to you for a second?

Pip: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Damien are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Y/N: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Y/N: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Damien: If?

Pip: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and they might not even die.

Y/N: I’m kind of crushing on someone, but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it

Damien: Just rip the bandage off.

Y/N: It’s Pip.

Damien: Put the bandage back on.

#south park #south park x reader #incorrect quotes #south park incorrect quotes #south park x reader incorrect quotes #christopher x reader #gregory x reader #pip x reader #damien x reader #craig x reader #tweek x reader #clyde x reader #butters x reader #kenny x reader #stan x reader #cartman x reader #kyle x reader #everyone x reader #oh ny god this tookk FoREVER 🤬‼️

[frickingnerd]

cuddling with gregory

pairing: gregory x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, angst, comfort

the night before every battle, gregory needs to hold you in his arms!

the thought that this could be your last battle together, that something could happen to you, kills him...

he already hates fighting, but he despises it even more, knowing it's getting you in danger!

and you aren't as much of a coward as he is. you always rush ahead to help your friends instead of running away

he admires you for that, but he can't help but worry that this could get you killed one day...

so each time he holds you in his arms before battle, he's expecting this to be your last time together

gregory couldn't forgive himself if he left things unsaid or if he didn't spend enough time with you, so he never misses a pre-battle cuddle session!

he cherishes every second he gets with you and whenever you return to him after a battle, he'll wrap his arms around you again and kiss you

#gregory x reader #gregory #griss #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #comfort #headcanons #oneshot #drabble #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem engage #fire emblem #feh x reader #feh #fe

[itsyagurlchip]

can I get a goofy reader insert w/ gregory as the older sibling

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Radically Chaotic!٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆.˚✰

✰⋆⁺warning: Gregory(!) crack(!) a lil older sibling angst(!)

✰⋆⁺ i know who you are *insert gay dog*naw but fr- I apologize that it took so long for this to come out :(( and ur not online as much, BUT I LOVE U SM ❤️🫵🏾I know it was supposed to be goofy- but i had to get some tears in(I knew it was u bc ur the only one who uses goofy like that @thealphagirl)

✰⋆⁺ You are a 14 year old older sibling. Life just couldn't get harder for you!!!-? Wait- WHY DOES HIS TRACKER SAY THE PIZZA PLEX?

"DUDE! WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK IT WAS OK TO BE HERE???" I harshly whispered, my breath heaving in the tight hiding spot we were in.

"I DONT KNOW!? I JUST WANTED TO SEE SOME COOL STUFF" Gregory responded, trying to use that damn Journey Kidz ass watch. I don't even know where that came from, Mom hasn't bought anything like that in months.

"AH YES, BECAUSE THE COOLEST THING IN THE WORLD IS GETTING CHASED BY A GROWN AS WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE SHE NEEDS 3 YEARS OF SLEEP!" I sarcastically retorted as my voice raised a pitch. We were so in trouble, it's bad enough that I got my tablet away. Now the door is up for grabs.

"THAT 'WOMAN' WILL GET US IF YOU DONT SHUT UP"

"MAKE ME, YOU LIL-" His hand slapped against my mouth just as aggressive stomping flooded both of our ears. My heart dropped to my ass. Forget the door! I won't even have a bedroom to myself if we go to jail!

This is a big ass place, no telling how much it costs. Trespassing gets sued for, and knowing Gregory, he probably broke some expensive-!

oh no...

"Gregory?..." I slowly turned to him, "How much have you broken?"

I'm pretty sure I could hear that loudass daycare music (despite us being closer to the front) from how quiet it became.

*sigh* "We need to get out of here so no one can recognize our faces- I am NOT gonna do community service for your dumbass decisions." I hissed out as I slightly gripped my hair. I had to take another long exhale at the absurdity of the situation, my eyes couldn't even stay open as I did so. The buffoonery, the stress, the-

I hear sniffling from my right and I quickly spun around just in time to see my little brother put on a tough face, not before he angrily wiped away some tears with the bittest of snot from his nose.

I sigh once more, with my eyes tearing up as well. I pull him close into a hug, his head leaning close to my chest. I wonder if he can hear how hard my hard is beating...

"Look buddy... Sorry if I sounded so harsh- or if I worded something wrong". A tear fell from my eye. "I just wish you had told me where you were- or, or...I just wanted you to be okay. I'm older than you, I have to protect you." I looked into Gregory's eyes as I wiped some of the tear tracks away.

"Not only that, and I had to admit it but- you're my number one best friend. I don't want to know what it's like to lose you." My voice cracked a I continued on. I held Gg tight, hoping that we weren't crying too loud.

...

Well that was a shit show! You know, crying isn't as bad as it seems to be. Because I would rather be ANYWHERE ELSE than here right now!

You know, at home, in a nice warmish bed. A non hostile environment. No Self aware machines. Especially ones that chase you, AROUND A FUCKING MALL!!

Me and Gregory were booking it- A raccoon-looking animatronic was chasing us.

'What she needed to chase was a color scheme' I thought to myself. 'And maybe a whole new maw- that shit looks like those furry masks on yt shorts.

Turns out, the only robot that wasn't trying to maul our faces off is good ole Freddicson Fazbearington. But, as if the universe is our 3rd grade enemy, Freddy runs like a goddamn iphone battery.

I could only hope that we made it our here, no fees, no community service, or even trouble on our hands. I couldn't even hop for that- the damn things were trying to kill us!

If wishing wasnt doing anything, me and my little brother will. We'll make it home safe, no scratches, no suspicion. Nothing will be damaged, no one will be harmed.

But the security was breached, leaving a radically chaotic fire in its wake by the start of the morning.

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Can I request some fluffy headcanons for Alcryst Gregory and male Alear with a female reader?

Alcryst, M!Alear, and Gregory Headcannons.

Series: Fire Emblem

Characters: Alcryst, M!Alear, and Gregory.

Genre: Fluff.

Reader: Female.

Alcryst

First of all, he's very shy and nervous as we all know he'd always say things like. "You can do better than me." WHICH IS NOT TRUE AT ALL!! Give this boy all the affection, love, and reassurance because he deserves it!

I feel like it would be a while before he started calling you any nicknames. However, when he does I can see him calling you princess, darling, my angel, and my love.

Of course, you call him nicknames as well such as my prince, darling, handsome man, prince charming, and Sir-Loves-A-Lot.

I feel like Alcyrst would be nervous before and even after you officially have a relationship with him. Citrinne and Lapis are his wingmen or wingwomen in this case. They both love and support you both and want nothing more than to see Alcyrst happy. :)

Alcyrst just loves to cuddle with you although he might be too shy to ask for cuddles. He wouldn't bring it up, especially at the start of your relationship and instead would wait for you to mention it. But when he gets more comfortable except to cuddle this boy a lot!

M!Alear

I mentioned cuddling with Alcyrst but with Alear? You might as well be cuddling this boy all day! It's like you mind tho you love cuddling up to your sleepy dragon prince!

Of course, you know this boy's love for animals knows no bounds! After every battle, he'll look around the area to bring back any animals to the Sommiel. This can range from Cats, Dogs, Rabbits, and even Sheep!

You would also be one of the lucky ones to revive an Emblem Ring from Alear! (Whoever that Emblem Ring is up to you!) Alear knows even in battle if he can't protect you the Emblem Ring will.

Of course, since you're in a relationship with Alear that means you also know Sommie! Of course, when you first met Alear you noticed how Sommie followed him around. You found it to be completely and utterly adorable! Of course when Sommie warmed up he'd also follow you around!

Of course, you know how kind Alear is he's the sweetest boy you've ever met! Maybe even too kind can't let people take advantage of his kindness. So just like how he protects you in return you protect him as well!

Gregory

Of course just like Alear and Alcryst Gregory also loves cuddles! Of course, Gregory loves things that are soft and cuddly. So expect to be surrounded by a bunch of plushies while you cuddle!

I feel like Alear Gregory would also like animals. Dogs, rabbits, and sheep are all animals I think he would like. It's a good thing Alear brings back so many animals to the Sommiel. It means animals are never too far away and of course, he loves to hold and cuddle Sommie!

Gregory can be somewhat time and shy especially when first meeting him. However when getting to know him more it's like he's a different person! It makes you happy to see him this way as it shows how much he trusts you.

Of course, you know how much Gregory dislikes pain. It's understandable as no one likes to get hurt. So in battle, you're at his side ready to protect him from danger! Of course, he'll do the same Gregory hates getting hurt but hates it even more when others he cares about get hurt.

Having known Gregory for a while you knew he had a real talent for making outfits! Of course, you would be more than willing to try out any outfits he made. Of course, he'd also make outfits just for you! <3

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Request: Yes / No do you write for Goyle 🥺 nobody does so I'm desperate. I'd  like to read abt his first kiss with a female slytherin reader. Friends to lovers kinda. And how he can't believe she has feelings for him etc Anon

Requests are closed  <3 Have a nice day/night

Gregory Goyle x Fem!Malfoy!Reader 

Word count: 1472

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Gregory’s POV* 

Another year at Hogwarts and we were sitting around watching the first years get sorted. Malfoy seemed to be a little more interested then normal, but he wouldn’t tell us why. He was looked at the front, almost desperately? 

“Why are you interested in the sorting?” Crabbe asked with furrowed brows. 

“You’ll see, just shut up!” Malfoy snapped. The two of us looked at each other and shrugged. 

“Y/N Malfoy!” Professor McGonagall called and both our eyes widened. We saw a girl with black hair and a white streak walk up and take a seat on the stool. We looked at Malfoy and he just smirked. 

“My sister’s been off at boarding school in America for the last few years, but Mother finally convinced Father that she should come home for Hogwarts.” He said and the two of us were confused. 

“How did we not know you had a sister?” I asked. 

“I just told you she’s been on at boarding school!” He answered while rolling his eyes. We looked back at the front and McGonagall placed the sorting at on her head. 

“Slytherin!” It shouted after a few moments. Malfoy cheered along with us other Slytherins. She walked up to our table and Malfoy waved her over. She smiled brightly and hurried over to us. She hugged Malfoy tightly and sat next to him, across from me. 

“I’ve missed you Dray!” She said and he smiled at her. 

“I missed you too, Bun.” Malfoy said. She looked over at us and smiled. 

“Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle.” Malfoy said, uninterested. She smiled brightly and my heart skipped a beat. She was incredibly attractive, but I shouldn’t be shocked… she’s a bloody Malfoy. 

“Do you always call them by last name?” She asked, slightly confused. Malfoy just shrugged, clearly not caring. 

“What’s your first names?” She asked and Malfoy rolled his eyes. 

“Vincent.” Crabbe answered and nudged me. I snapped out of my stunned state and gave her a smile. 

“Uh, Gregory.” I answered and she smiled brighter if you could believe it. 

“Well it’s nice to meet you both, I hope my brother isn’t always so rude.” She said and Malfoy rolled his eyes and gently shoved her. 

“I’m not rude.” He sneered and she giggled. 

“You’re only not rude to our family.” She said and he once again rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever…” He mumbled. She giggled again and it was like angels singing in my ears. She was perfect… 

Throughout the year Y/N had made and effort to be friends with Crabbe and me. She was so unlike her older brother, she was kind to pretty much everyone, she was always willing to help someone in need, and she was extremely beautiful. I was falling for her hard, but I knew there was no way I could get anywhere near her the way I wanted to. Malfoy would literally kill me. Crabbe knew about my crush on her and was telling me to just tell her. I told him he was mad if he thinks Malfoy would let his little sister date me out of all people. 

“Seriously mate, you think Malfoy would kill you?” He asked as we sat on the couch and I rolled my eyes. 

“Yes! You’ve seen how protective he is over her!” I said, annoyed that we were talking about this again. 

“Yeah, but he trusts us around her.” He said. 

“Because what are we going to do to her? He knows that he intimidates us.” I answered and Crabbe shrugged. 

“Well that should mean you’d be a great boyfriend to her.” He said. 

“Whatever, just stop talking about it!” I groaned. 

“Stop talking about what?” I froze at the sound of her voice and Crabbe smirked. 

“Goyle was just talking about how he needs help with the Astronomy assignment.” He said and she smiled. 

“I’d be more than happy to help you if you want.” She offered and I gave her a smile. 

“Uh, sure if you don’t mind.” I answered, scratching the back of my neck. 

“Perfect, would you like to meet me in the library in an hour? I have to meet up with Dray for a bit.” She asked and I nodded. 

“Um… Y-Yeah, sure.” I answered and she smiled. 

“Great! I’ll meet you in an hour!” She said and skipped off to find her brother. Crabbe smirked at me and I rolled my eyes at him. 

“You two will be alone! You guys are gonna have a little study date!” He said and I covered his mouth. 

“Shut it will you! The second Malfoy finds out we’ll be alone he’s going to jinx me into next century!” I hissed at him. He pushed me off him and just smiled. 

“Just tell her how you feel today! I’m sick of you drooling over her.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“I don’t drool over her…” I mumbled. 

An hour later I found myself walking to the library, something I almost never do. Y/N would drag me and Crabbe here sometimes when she wanted us to study. It was cute how much she cared about our education. She was crazy smart, just as smart as Granger. Which is why Dumbledore let her skip first year and take classes with us second years. I walked into the library and saw Y/N sitting at one of the tables, surrounded by books. I sat next to her and she looked up with a smile. 

“Gregory! You made it!” She said and hugged me slightly. I blushed and nodded. 

“Uh, yeah, I wouldn’t miss getting your help.” I said and her eyes brightened. 

“Great, well let’s get to work!” She said and I pulled out my books. 

Y/N was great when it came to anything academics, but Astronomy was her favorite. She always got more enthusiastic when she talked about anything to do with space. Stars were her favorite to talk about, but really anything to do with the class she’d get excited about it. It was so cute watching the twinkle in her eyes get brighter, or her little rambling when she got lost in her thoughts. I could listen to her ramble about anything forever though. She was talking about some planets that we were going over in class and I rested my head on my hand, just staring at her. I wasn’t entirely paying attention, but she was so cute. 

“Gregory! Are you even listening?” She asked, waving her hand in front of my face. 

“Huh? Oh, sorry.” I blushed and she just smiled. 

“Maybe we should take a little break.” She said and closed the book she was looking at. 

“Oh, we don’t have to.” I said and she shook her head. 

“It’s fine, we’ve been going for an hour now.” She said and my eyes widened slightly. 

“Really?” I asked and she giggled. 

“Yeah, how long have you been zoned out?” She asked and I blushed. 

“I don’t know…” I answered and she giggled again. 

“What were you thinking about?” She asked and my blushed deepened, which she noticed. 

“Ooo you’re blushing! Now you have to tell me!” She said, gently poking me. 

“I-It’s nothing…” I stuttered. 

“Liar! Come on Gregory, you can tell me.” She said and I sighed. Maybe Crabbe is right… 

“Um… well…” I started and looked away from her. 

“I was thinking about you and how cute you are…” I whispered. When she didn’t say anything I looked up worried, but she was just smiling. 

“I think you’re pretty cute too.” She said with a light blush dusting her cheeks. 

“R-Really?” I asked with wide eyes and she giggled. She nodded and blushed slightly deeper. 

“I’ve been hoping you’d like me back…” She said quietly and my head was spinning. 

“I-I do.” I said, still stunned by the fact that she likes me. She bit her lip slightly and looked at mine. I gulped and took a deep breath. I leaned in and she followed my lead. Our lips met and it felt perfect! Her lips molded with mind and I pulled her in a little closer. When we pulled away she had a huge smile, that I’m sure mirrored mine. 

“Wow…” She whispered and I nodded silently agreeing with her. 

“Y/N, I really like you and I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go on a date?” I asked and she smiled. 

“I’d love to! But first we should finish studying.” She said and I sighed. 

“Do we have to?” I asked and she giggled. 

“Yes we do, and maybe if you get the questions right I’ll reward you with a kiss for each right answer.” She said, which definitely peaked my interest. 

“I think that’s a good deal.” I said and she giggled again.

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[burnt-wat3r]

GREGORY OF YARDALE X READER HEADCANONS

Part 1 ➛ Part 2

Word Count: 605 

TW: None

All characters mentioned are aged up

➛Gregory’s family is quite wealthy, and he makes quite a lot of money from his missions with La Resistance, so he loves to spoil you

➛ He loves to give you flowers, and you’d get a beautiful bouquet every other day with a romantic note attached in beautiful cursive handwriting

➛ Though sometimes he forgets not everyone has a 4.0-grade average, and you have to ask others what he was trying to convey

"Hey, Kyle?" You look over to your desk partner.

"Hm? Yeah, what’s up?"

You glance back down to the letter, "Whats bewitching mean?" 

"Bewitching? Oh, it means like pretty."

Your eyes widen, "Oh! So he wasn't calling me a witch?"

➛ He would leave the notes in different places each time, sometimes your locker, school desk, or even your doorstep!

➛ If you do give him gifts in return, he’d keep them displayed on his shelf, or even in his pocket so he would have a memento of you while away on missions for La Resistance

➛ Proper British boy, will constantly be correcting you every time you spell colour without the 'u' 

➛ Gregory’s such a gentleman, he’d open doors for you, pull out your chair,  anything for you!

"Wait, y/n!" Gregory blocks you with his hand.

You stop in your tracks, "What is it?"

His eyebrows furrow, "There’s a puddle in front of us." 

You look down, "...so?"

"I refuse to get our shoes wet."

 He takes off his jacket, placing it on top of the damp ground below.

"Now we may walk ;)"

"Greg!"

➛You lent him your jacket because he got cold (-.-)

➛ Gregory believes he has the best of styles, often discretely flaunting his brand name clothing items

➛ He would often leave out his jackets or gloves for you to wear, or even buy you new closets outfits completely

“Gregory, what’s this?” You ask, gesturing towards your dresser.

He looks up from his book, glancing from you to the shopping bag on your dresser. “New clothes, I saw you looking at them during our visit to the mall yesterday.”

“I was... but you didn’t have to buy them for me!” 

“You like them though, do you not?” He looks at you, confused

“I do, but, you still didn’t have to!”

He smirks, “Of course I didn’t have to, though I did.” He flips the page of his book 

“I- but- you- ...Thanks.”

➛ No matter how tall you may be, Gregory always manages to one-up you, wearing those fancy high heel boots to be taller

➛ He definitely takes his height to his advantage, kissing and patting the top of your head

➛ Gregory's typically great at keeping his cool to whatever display of affection you may put on

➛He's just hoping nobody notices the blush on his cheeks

➛Especially if its in front of his friends

You see Gregory in the distance able to recognize that blond hair anywhere. He talks with broad gestures, while his colleague stands with his arms crossed, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

“Gregory!” You run up and hug him from behind, almost causing him to lose his balance.

“Y/n!” he looks down at you, a flustered smile plastered on his blushing face.

“Just wanted to say hi ;D” You smile back, enjoying how red his face got from the action.

You hear a snort in front of Gregory, seeing his comrade blocking his smile with his fist, shaking slightly at the sight of his uptight partner getting so flustered.

“Mole! This isn’t funny!” Gregory shouts, causing Ze Mole to shake even harder with laughter.

A/N: OMG I DIDN’T REALISE I WROTE FOUR PAGES WORTH OF HEADCANONS JKSDHFNNJCVKSU

anyways imma spread them out into separate parts, and hopefully post them throughout the week (ngl I’m scared if they’re too long nobody will read them)

I’ve actually had these written up for 3 months now, I’ve just been procrastinating posting this, sorry sorry, anyways, hope you all enjoyed my first post!

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[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I request something for Snake and Gregory? I can't think of a scenario or anything, so whatever you write is fine! Thank you!

of course!!

how about some lil kissy headcanons? <3 <3 <3

Desperate, more than anything else, would describe the way he kisses you. Every single time, even in passing, he kisses you like he thinks he’s going off to war. It’s never just a quick peck on the lips; he always kisses you hard enough to leave you trying to catch your breath afterwards.

Whenever he kisses you, he has to be touching some part of you with his hand as well. Whether it’s to lay a gentle hand on your forearm or to cup your cheek in his palm, he prefers to have his hands on you in some way while he’s kissing you. Even if you tied his hands behind his back, he’d try to find some way to wrest his hands out so he could be touching you. (Much to your amusement, probably.) It’s almost like he thinks you’re going to run away if he doesn’t hold onto you.

You may come away from kisses smudged with his lipstick a bit. It’s quite a dark shade, and although it’s a fairly good brand that stays on, well… the intensity with which he usually kisses you means it has a tendency to rub off. Thankfully, it’s easy to clean off, unless you like to have a mark (… or more…) on your skin boldly showing that your boyfriend has been snogging you like there’s no tomorrow.

He’s just so… shy! Particularly when it comes to kissing (and other assorted intimate activities, actually), he’s timid simply because you’re his first. He keeps drawing back, as if silently asking, “Are you sure you want me doing this?” It’s sweet and considerate at first, but it also shows a heartbreaking lack of self-esteem.

Even when he starts to get the hang of it, he’s rather hesitant to do something like using his tongue while kissing. French kisses aren’t really his forte; though he tries, he also avoids touching your tongue with his, or at least the area where his tongue is split. It’s awkward and might make you think he doesn’t want to kiss you. That’s certainly not it! It’s sad, because all his avoidance is more of a problem for the kiss than his split tongue would be if he just used it.

There’s a small patch of scales on the right side of his mouth over his bottom lip. Unless one is very close or kissing him, they won’t notice it. Of course, you do, because you’re kissing him frequently. It’s a bit of an interesting texture, and it goes without saying he’s surprised you don’t mind it. More than once he’s woken up to you gently kissing that one spot ― when that happens, he pulls you a little closer, gladly returning the kiss with a soft, sleepy, “Thank you, love.”

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[rheiple]

Baby Steps Freddy, baby steps

OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ A few weeks of him practicing his culinary skills, Freddy's finally able to make his dear children some decent food.

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Glamrock Freddy, Gregory

▪︎WORD COUNT↦ 1075 [Minus the dots for timeskips] ▪︎WARNING/s↦ Again it might be ooc but that's it, also this is not edited, cussing but its literally only one word

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC. I was gonna make this into a drabble but go so into it I didn't realized it turned into a oneshot. Looking at the word count at the first part of this Fic that I made, it made me motivated. Also f/f means favorite fruit.

Part I, Part II [Here]

"Woah..."

Before you there are two plates. Each plate has 1 flavor of tart, one is orange flavored, and the other is f/f flavored.

You and Gregory stared at the Dessert in amazement. The fruity scent of those tarts made you drool from hunger.

"Freddy this is..."

He chuckled. "It Looks delicious, does it not? I have strictly followed the recipe from the cook book you have bought me, to which I still cannot thank you enough for, Superstar."

You let out a giggle. "Don't mention it Freddy, atleast you're not searching on Bing anymore, hehe."

"Ah, of course." He looks away, embarrassed. "I may had, but I learned not to anymore."

"And let us not talk about that, instead we should focus on the present now." Way to change the subject Freddy.

But he's right though, why focus on the pass when you could focus on how delicious those tarts Freddy made? The sweet smelling, fruity looking, soft looking, hunger feeling, the cause of drooling, delicious, delicate fruit tarts.

"Superstars, by the looks of it, you two seem to want to taste the desserts." Freddy proudly smiled.

"Can we Freddy?" The brunette asked.

"Why of course Supersta-" It looks like that was all they needed to hear to gobble down the fresh homemade tarts.

Freddy smiled, patiently waiting for the two of you to finish your food.

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"Oh my god." You burped, immediately excusing yourself after. "Freddy, your tarts taste so good!"

"Yea Freddy, it was really good. It's too bad that someone here decided to immediately devour it, and not savor it like it should be." Gregory, the mischievous child that he is, decided to make a silly comment on the way you eat.

You know he meant that in a lighthearted way, you've been living with him for 3 months now, you know he just wants to start an argument with you. So you decided to humor him by playing along. "Hah? You're saying that as if you didn't started eating like a pig by the time Freddy gave us the ok to eat."

He narrowed his eyes, grin widening ever so slightly. "Hah? Me? Eat like a pig? At least I wasn't drooling at the sight of the food like some kind of dog!"

"Hah?! What the hell do you mean drooling like some kind of dog?! I don't drool, that's disgusting!"

Freddy watched the playful banter unfold in front of him. Sighing, he mentally takes a note to scold you both after your silly argument.

But now, with your desserts done, he could finally give you both the new drinks he had also made!

Deciding to now break the fight, he suddenly announced, "Ah, I almost forgot! I have also made a drink, along with fruit tarts!"

"You have more?!" As he expected, they dropped the fighting and started to focus on the new dish instead.

He hummed. "Wait here so I could go get it, it will be quick!" He said as he went to get the drinks.

"Geez, I wonder what it would be." Gregory excitedly mumbled.

"I think it's like, either a fruit juice, or a smoothie! I'm betting 5 dollars it's the fruit juice." You turned to him, challenging him.

"Hmm...Make that 10 and I'll bet 15 dollars it's the smoothie."

"Deal!" You smirked, but then gave him a glare. "And you better not steal my money again you rascal."

He only snickered.

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"Here it is!" Freddy put the fruit juice on the table.

You smugly smiled, looking at Gregory with the look that says "I told you so" But you only said one word. "Heh."

Gregory clicked his tongue, reaching out for his pocket to get the 15 dollars, and gave it to you under the table.

With the bet already done, you and Gregory now focused on the drinks infront of you...

The drinks are both color purple, you assumed that it must be grape flavored.

Turning to Freddy, you smiled up at him. "Those look really nice Freddy! I-" You got harshly nudged by the arm "-We cant wait to try it!"  You gave him the middle finger under the table.

"Yea Freddy... Wait.. I didn't know we had grapes, where did you get them?"

"Grapes?"

...

You look at Gregory with wide eyes, and he did same gesture. You both only had one question in mind; What the fuck?

You broke away from staring at each other to examine the fruit juice. If that isn't grapes then what the hell is it?

You thought of all the violet fruits you've bought before, but nothing came into your mind. That should be a reminder to buy more different kinds of fruits to stay healthy, but you're too focused on trying to find out if Freddy made a forbidden drink.

Forbidden drink. It made you thought of the first time he cooked food...now that you think about it, the color of the forbidden food looks exactly like the drink now.

Thinking of it made your stomach churn.

"Well, what is there to stop you from drinking, Superstars? There is no need to hold back!"

You and Gregory winced.

...

You and the child stared at each other...

You played rock-papper-scissors.

You both got chosed rock.

You played another round.

You both chosed scissors.

You played again...

...You both chosed paper.

The other one sighed in defeat, and ther one groaned. Oh well, there's no turning back now...

"...Thank you Freddy.." You both said in unison.

...

"So.. How does it taste like?"

...

'TOO SALTY!' You, and the brunette could only think of, how too much salt was added in the drink, they're sure they will have kidney stones.

And oh god, you could actually feel it happening. Your kidneys are actually hurting.

You and Gregory don't know when it happened, but you both found yourselves crouched, gripping on where the pain was, desperately trying to lessen it.

"Superstars! You are both hurt! I- I will immediately call the ambulance! Please, fight for a little longer!" The mechanic bear frantically went to get your phone to call for help. "Oh, what have I done wrong this time?"

"You... added salt Freddy... too much..." You weakly replied to his answer.

"Salt?... I...I have mistaken the salt for... sugar.."

"..."

"Why... the hell would you need sugar for... if you're making a fruit juice....Freddy..." Was the last thing you said before you passed out.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy x you #gregory fnaf #gregory x reader

[paper-lilypie]

fuckin kids sneakin around

#two seconds later Sun grabs him by the scruff of his shirt #feral cat this guy #fnaf #post fire au #fnaf gregory #moon x reader #sun x reader #fanart #art: copper cogs rusted through #ccrt chapter four

[ithebookhoarder]

Truth or Dare (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)

Summary: Married only a few months, you are very much one of the Bridgerton brood - something that often drives your poor husband mad, especially when you happen to be every bit as chaotic and unruly as his siblings... Also known as, you, Benedict and Eloise take a game of ‘truth or dare’ a bit too far. 

A/N: What can I say? It’s well and truly fluff-tober over here on my blog 😅

Warnings: Alcohol, mild smut, swearing, Anthony losing his mind, typical Bridgerton sibling shenanigans 

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There weren’t many nights Anthony spent away from your side.

They were few and far between, but that didn’t lessen how irksome you found them when the odd occasion called for him to leave you over night. You didn’t know what it was exactly, but you never truly slept well without your husband there to hold you.

Of course, it had to be one of those nights that you truly found yourself in a spot of mischief. Though, in fairness, it had all started rather innocently.

Un-beknowst to you at the time, it was Benedict that had been first outside on the garden swing, sipping from a stolen bottle of whiskey he’d pilfered from the kitchens. He’d been sat there perhaps ten minutes by himself, staring at the stars and lamenting about some problem or other.

Then Eloise had come along.

As was her habit - you later discovered - she had been swift to follow her brother’s example, sneaking out of the house in her nightgown for a reprieve in the night air… and a cigarette or two. Apparently her second-eldest brother was something of a soft touch when it came to her, not that you could blame him for it. You doted on Eloise too.

Then, finally, completing the eclectic cast of characters, there had been you.

Now, in your defence, you hadn’t intended on going out into the garden that night, but had found no other alternative suitable given the blasted summer heat. It was worse tonight that it had been all week, and without Anthony in bed beside you, you saw little point in enduring with the effort of trying to get any rest.

So, you’d decided to make your way quietly through the house and sit outside a while, and pray for a breeze. You hadn’t, however, expected to find both Bridgerton siblings already sat there, having had a similar idea.

“My, what do we have here? Another night owl?”

It was Benedict who spoke first, smiling warmly at the sight of you appearing out of the darkness. He was quick to rise, offering you his swing as a perch to rest upon, beside Eloise.

You were about to protest that it wasn’t necessary and that you could find somewhere else to sit, but a warning glare from Eloise was enough to silence you.

She was all too eager to pat the seat next to her in invitation, looking remarkably pleased to have another addition to their little party.

“Come. Sit,” she ordered. “We were simply discussing how tedious Lady Tremaine’s luncheon will be tomorrow and how we could possibly avoid the whole thing. Now that you’re here, you can help us plot our escape. Benedict’s only suggestion thus far has been some kind of contagious summer cold.”

“I think I actually said that I would use such an excuse, sister,” Benedict corrected with a teasing grin. “Not that we would share it.”

“Traitor.”

“Hardly. It is every man - or woman - for themselves. Right, Y/N?”

“Alas, I think your mother would be rather suspicious at all three of us suddenly being absent,” you sighed by way of explanation as both their eyes turned to you. “Besides, I only came outside because of this heat, not to join some conspiracy.”

“Hardly,” Eloise chuckled. “We simply had the same idea, but I am rather glad you came to join us. Perhaps we should form some secret kind of club - Bridgertons against boredom?”

“And do what? Constantly find excuses not to attend social events we deem too tedious or odious to be dragged along to?”

“Sounds like a marvellous idea to me.”

“It would, sister dear,” Benedict teased. “You always have a talent for causing chaos and anarchy. You’d suit the cause perfectly, even if we both know our mother would never stand for it. She somehow sees through even our best efforts.”

“In which case, it’s time I take a leaf out of your book, Benedict. After all, you always say social events become far more bearable after a good drink or two,” Eloise smirked, gesturing towards the bottle of whiskey Benedict had been steadily nursing. “Perhaps I should follow my brothers  example and learn to hold a drink, maybe then things will be more fun.”

“Oh no.” Benedict was quick to shut down that idea, holding the bottle possessively to his chest and shaking his head. “No. I am not allowing you to start drinking. Mother would have my head if she caught you, not to mention Anthony would have all ours heads on a platter in no time.”

The thought of it made you laugh. Your husband was hardly a tyrant, even if he’d been known to have a temper but he was easy enough to handle. A few soft words in his ear or a kiss on the cheek and he was putty in your hands, helplessly and completely in love with you. Just as you were in love with him.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Anthony, Benedict?” you giggled, causing Eloise to join you. “I assure you, he’s more a kitten than a lion and he’d probably prefer you to allow Eloise to sample alcohol here, under your supervision, than when she inevitably decides to rebel and has her first drink later on, in the middle of some public ball…”

The warning was clear and you all knew very likely true. Still, Eloise was beaming in victory as Benedict cursed to himself, muttering about Bridgerton women and the likely death he’d receive should Anthony ever find out he had allowed Eloise to sample whiskey. “Just a few sips, El. I mean it.”

“Oh hush,” she snorted, taking the bottle before he could change his mind. She was quick to throw back her head and down a rather brave mouthful, causing you to laugh even harder as she scrunched her face up in disgust. “Oh! That is revolting.”

“I told you.”

“Now you, Y/N,” Eloise grinned, turning and offering the offending item towards you. “Go on. Join us trouble makers - I won’t say a word about it if you don’t.”

“Oh, for goodness sake… Give me that then,” you sighed, earning a cheer from them both, knowing it was better to simply surrender rather than try and fight their mischievous whims. It only increased as you took an ambitious swig from the bottle, wincing at the acrid burning sensation it left in your throat.

If only Anthony could have seen you. He’d have probably had some kind of seizure - especially as you took another quick swig before handing the bottle back.

“There. Your turn again, brother dearest.”

“My my. You really are quite surprising,” Benedict sniggered, before winking up at you in admiration. “Who knew it? You can hold your drink better than Colin. He seems cursed to choke any time he drinks anything stronger than a brandy.”

“Well, it is your sex that falsely deemed us the weaker,” Eloise quipped. “It’s not our fault you were ignorant.”

“I’d like to remind you I wasn’t part of that decision and you also looked ready to choke a moment ago, El.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still one of the enemy,” she giggled, earning another raucous laugh from you. Oh, you loved her. If you’d ever been so blessed to have had a sister, you hoped she’d have been just like her. “Now, it is your turn again, brother.”

“Oh … joy.”

“Else we shall have to have some kind of forfeit.”

“A forfeit?” you scoffed, finding the idea absurd. “Like what?”

“How about… truth or dare?”

Benedict froze. “Oh no. Not again. Pall Mall is one thing but we swore we would never play that game in this family again-“

“But Benedict-“

“What’s truth or dare?”

Your innocent question ceased their bickering instantly. Their eyes widened as they turned to you, a knowing and nervous look passing between them. Somehow, you knew this evening was about to get wildly out of hand.

Sometime later, you’d been fully apprised of the rules of ‘truth or dare’. In fact, you’d been something of a natural at it, even if you knew the copious amounts of whiskey you’d all consumed was more than likely the responsible culprit. Else, you’d probably have known better and snuck back off inside before you could make a fool of yourself.

By the end of the night, Benedict had climbed a tree, confessed to being oddly scared of spiders, and been forced to sing the national anthem in French.

Eloise had also made an admirable effort, despite her obviously lower tolerance for drink. She still permitted Benedict to try and arrange her hair, before daring to steal a sock from Colin’s room whilst he’d slept. Then she’d loosened a leg on a dining chair. (Alas, none of you could remember which one but that somehow made it even funnier - even if it would not be come morning when you were forced to sit at the table for breakfast in some kind of roulette.)

You could only pray you didn’t choose said seat.

You could also only pray neither of your conspirators shared your contributions with your husband. You weren’t exactly sure how Anthony would feel at the fact you gone for a midnight paddle in the pond, nor that you’d mixed up the papers on his desk, all before finishing the night with a final dare that involved stealing several cakes from the kitchens… you still swore Mrs Reynolds would notice, come morning, that there were no longer twelve perfect cakes.

That, and Benedict had somehow knocked flour all over the counter, causing you all to erupt in drunken laughter as you’d bolted back outside.  

Needless to say, you all looked a sorry sight as you lay in the grass together, staring at the approaching dawn. Had you not been so tired, or drunk, you may have suggested retiring back to your rooms before the house awoke shortly.

“Now that… was fun.”

“Fun? That was more than fun. I haven’t laughed like that in ages.”

“Told you it was a good idea.”

You hummed in agreement with your sister in law.

“I can see why you all favoured this game so much,” you sniggered, winking at Eloise as she sat in the grass beside you. “I can also see why you all agreed to stop playing it… I don’t know what Anthony would say if he saw what we’d been up to.”

“Something sensible and disapproving most likely,” Benedict sniggered. “Our brother, and your husband, can be a right prig, no offence.”

“Oh hush. At least I didn’t let my sister dress me up in her petticoat when she was five.”

Benedict’s jaw dropped.

“Who told you about that?” he demanded indignantly.

“I have my sources.”

Benedict’s eyes narrowed as he turned his head to glare at his younger sister. “Well, you can tell your source that she’s going to have to find someone else to fetch her lemonade at the Cowper’s ball tomorrow night unless she apologises. You can also tell her that I’ll accept either a verbal or a written apology as long as it’s suitably abject. And that means very, very abject,” he added darkly.

“Tell me, Benedict, was it a lacy petticoat?”

With a wordless grunt of annoyance, Benedict groaned, but it was hard to hear over the laughter echoing from you and Eloise. You resembled more a pack of hyenas than two noble ladies - you probably looked just as feral after your night of mischief.

And of course, as was always your luck, that was exactly how your husband found you mere seconds later.

How Anthony had arrived without any of you hearing a carriage pulling up to the house at this time of the night - morning? You couldn’t be sure - was a mystery. Yet, there he was, hands on hips and looking thunderous as he stormed towards the three of you with all the fury of an exasperated headmaster.  

“What in God’s name are you all playing at?”

You all froze.

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over you as your eyes widened, and you all turned to stare sheepishly at him.

“Oh, darling. You’re home?”

“Don’t ‘oh darling’ me,” Anthony sighed, attempting to scold you but without much success. His attempt at seriousness was somewhat undermined by his brother’s heckling, singing ‘here comes mother’ and that ‘someone’s in trouble’. That, and with the way you were lying, he was upside down. “What are you doing up at this god forsaken hour? And why are you … is that flour? And why are you soaking wet?”

“I went for a swim.”

“A - you went for a -“

“And Benedict did my hair,” Eloise interjected suddenly, waving her arms about as she gestured to the tangle of hair upon her head. “Isn’t it marvellous?”

Anthony’s expression very much said that he did not think it was marvellous. Nor did he find any of this vaguely amusing.

In fact, by the way he took a long deep breath, you knew he was doing his best not to lose his temper and wake the entirety of the household. His brow always creased like that when he was faced with dealing with his family, but the expression only made him seem more adorable and handsome to you, rather than authoritative. However, you’d never told him so, knowing it would hardly be deemed a compliment in his eyes.

You also doubted he’d appreciate your usual response right now, which was normally to kiss said brow until it eased back into its relaxed form.

“We were just playing a game to escape the heat, darling,” you soothed. “We couldn’t sleep and all had the same idea to seek refuge outdoors… we simply got carried away passing the time.”

“What game?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, what was the game you were all playing?” Anthony suddenly quipped, the warning clear in his tone. That, and his eyes landed squarely on his two siblings, who at least had the decency to look sheepish… and afraid. “Because there is but one game I can think of that would result in a mess like this one, and I’m confused, because I know for a fact that we banned that game under this roof, and any other roof that houses the Bridgertons.”

No one moved.

No one even breathed.

It was as if you were all too scared to risk answering Anthony, even if the empty bottle of whiskey did most of the talking by itself.

“I don’t recall the name,” you blinked. “Right, Benedict?”

“Oh, uh… we… we were just- Eloise?”

Eloise froze, the guilt written all too clearly on her face for her to even try and salvage the situation - though that could also be down to the whisky she had consumed… it was honestly hard to be sure at this point.

“Well, dear brother,” she began, only to trail off as Anthony lifted his hand.

The silence was instantaneous. 

No one dared to say another word, let alone move. 

You’d never seen Eloise or Benedict so still in your entire life. Hell, you weren’t even sure they were breathing - probably out of fear Anthony would decide to inform their mother about their mischievous exploits. 

If Anthony Bridgerton was scary when vexed, then Violet Bridgerton was a nightmare brought to life in human form. After all, as the matriarch of a family of eight children, she had learned a long time ago how to keep her unruly children in line - a harrowing experience you had only had occasion to witness once or twice since your marriage into the Bridgerton family. Once had been when Colin and Gregory had broken a priceless vase when racing around the house, despite being explicitly banned from doing so. The other had been when she had caught Eloise and Benedict smoking outside on the terrace one night. 

It was easy to say where your husband had inherited it from. 

“Not. Another. Word,” your husband growled, bending down and sweeping you up into his arms in a move that made you squeal in surprise. “Right now, I am taking my wife to bed and I suggest you two do the same - after you clean up your mess. I’ll deal with the lot of you in the morning.” 

A laugh escaped you as you tried not to look like you were enjoying the sudden turn of events too much. After all, you doubted he’d be too happy once you were more sober and he discovered the true extent of your nightly activities. 

It was why you were only too happy to let him put you to bed, grumbling all the while about letting his siblings run wild. He really was most handsome when he was flushed - a fact you were reminded of as he hastily changed for bed, flashing you a tempting glimpse of his bare torso in the process. 

You could tell without asking he was tired from his journey home, as well as fighting the urge to rip his hair out over the chaos he had found upon his return. 

Thankfully, his need to be in your arms outweighed the need to scold you over letting yourself be drawn into his siblings’ schemes. All it took was you pulling him down onto the mattress, and climbing into his lap to turn him into a needy, lovestruck puddle. 

You’d equally missed having him in your arms, but you’d be lying if you said that your sudden forwardness wasn't also due to a mixture of the whiskey you’d drunk, and the residual giddiness from a night of mischief. A confidence radiated from you as you began to run your hands over his bare chest, taking care to graze the areas you knew made him groan. 

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he teased breathlessly, visibly unable to refuse your advances. 

“Is that so?”

Anthony chuckled, nodding as he surged his lips towards yours. “Yes, so come here, my delinquent drunken wife, and let me kiss you before you and those doe-eyes of yours drive me insane. Now.”

Your laughter and surrender was immediate. “As you wish.” 

Alas, for poor Anthony, that was not the end of the ordeal. 

In fact, it was the next morning as you made your way into breakfast that you faced the final consequences of your delinquency. 

Despite wishing to remain abed for the entire day, you’d been granted no such reprieve as your maid had entered your room at the usual appointed time and proceeded to open the curtains with no regard for the fact that you had slept a mere handful of hours. Whereas you would normally greet the day with a reluctant smile, you were in no state to manage much more than a groan as you were harshly ripped from your slumber.

If you had somehow not yet come to the conclusion that last night had been a bad idea, then the sudden flare of pain in your head at the bright intrusion was all the proof you needed. That, and the sudden churning in your stomach. 

You would never let Benedict or Eloise coax you into drinking with them again. 

You had not realised, despite how the idiom went, that what went up was sure to come down again - and you had come crashing down. 

Hard.

“If you’re ready to dress, my lady, then breakfast will be served shortly,” your maid chirped, a dress already picked out for you to wear. She either couldn't detect your fragile state, or didn't seem to care as she continued speaking at a painfully loud volume. “My Lord sent me to wake you as he is finishing business in the study. He was up frightfully early, I could scarce believe it went the housemaids told me they’d already found him awake when they went to start the fires this morning. Gave young Samantha a right fright he did, scribbling away at his desk.” 

“Oh?” you croaked. 

You hadn’t even noticed the empty space in the bed bedside you until then. 

Clearly Anthony had risen early, if he’d even gone to sleep at all. Why were you not surprised? Your husband was perpetually in motion, always claiming there was something or someone that needed his urgent attention as the head of the Bridgerton clan. It was just one of the things that made you love him so much.

“Is he still there?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the young girl continued, breezing about your room. “And that’s not the only strange incident this morning. It will tickle you rotten when I tell you the latest drama, but you see, Mrs Reynolds was ranting and raving about how she swore she had made three trays of fruit tarts last night, yet this morning, there were only two. The youngest kitchen maid, Betsy, is convinced it must be a ghost but my money is on Carter - the groom’s boy - he’s always snooping about the kitchen...” 

You winced. Ah. Maybe you hadn't been as stealthy last night as you’d hoped after all...

With as much enthusiasm as you could muster, you began to peel yourself from the mattress, trying to appear as if you were listening to your maid’s theories as she dressed you for the day. It then took all your resolve to make it downstairs and to the breakfast table without tripping over your own feet, or emptying the non-existent contents of your stomach. 

To your relief, only Eloise and Benedict had so far taken a seat at the breakfast table - and both looked about as miserable as you felt.  

“Good morning,” you mumbled, taking your usual chair next to the head of the table. You were quick to accept the steaming cup of coffee Benedict handed you, shooting him a thankful look. “Dare I ask how we feel?” 

“I think better than you and my dear sister here,” Benedict chirped, gesturing at a miserable looking Eloise. She had her head in her hands and was desperately trying to look at the plate of food in front of her with something other than repulsion. “Then again, I must admit I am somewhat more experienced in the art of late-night mischief than you both. I also did not have to deal with my brother before going to bed - thank you, again, for that noble sacrifice.”

“Your welcome,” you chuckled, a faint heat rising in your cheeks as you remembered the exact events after you and Anthony had gone to bed. “I just feel bad that you both got left to clean up the mess.” 

“Don’t be. I think we got it all.”

“You say that but I can’t remember anything after you started singing in French,” Eloise groaned, massaging her forehead once more. “I have the oddest feeling we may have forgotten something.”

You paused. You could only hope for your sake she was wrong. 

However, you were saved from such discussion by the arrival of the rest of the Bridgerton bunch. All conversation about your night-time escapades were quickly forgotten as Colin, Hyacinth and Gregory entered the room, bickering about something you couldn’t quite make out. They were swiftly followed by Violet and Francesca, who both looked unfairly cheerful for so early in the morning. 

You could only wish to look so fresh and composed before your first cup of whatever caffeinated beverage you could get your hands on. 

Then, finally, came your husband. Entering the room last, he turned and shot you a warm smile. Clearly, your shenanigans had been forgotten - for now - replaced instead by the memory of your other activities, much to the relief of you and your co-conspirators. 

In fact, you swore you saw Eloise exhale a breath of relief when Anthony didn't immediately launch into one of his lectures. Instead, he chose to join the rest of his family in helping himself to the awaiting breakfast spread, laid out on the sideboard for them, listening to some ongoing debate between his mother and youngest brother. 

“-but you said we could visit the park this afternoon.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I have to take Francesca and Eloise for their final fittings at the modiste. We shouldn’t be too long, and we can go after? Unless, perhaps your brothers will take you. Colin? Benedict? Anthony?”

Benedict looked physically pained at the idea of an afternoon at the park, what with his current delicate constitution and all. You honestly couldn't blame him. “Well, I uh - have a drawing class, this afternoon. Very last minute. Sorry.” 

“And I... um, have a meeting at the club?” Colin stammered hastily. “Anthony?” 

“Please, Anthony?” Gregory begged, all but pouting at his older brother as the pair made their way to the table. “I promise I’ll do all my lessons this week without complaining if you say yes. I’ll even let you have my pudding tonight.”

“As you asked so nicely, brother, I don’t see how an hour or so at the park could do any harm -” Anthony began, pulling out the chair next to you and lowering himself onto the seat in a moment that felt like it lasted forever as a horrifying sensation swept over you. 

You remembered what you’d forgotten. 

The chair.

“Anthony, wait-!”

The sudden crash was startling, as was the sight of your husband being sent flying backwards as the chair collapsed beneath him. 

No one moved. 

No one said a word. 

Benedict looked across at you and Eloise, the horror clear in his eyes as he choked the word you felt on the tip of your tongue: “Run!”

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Blinding Ire | Mattheo Riddle

Summary: Mattheo couldn’t bring himself to admit his feelings for the Hufflepuff girl, but as Goyle puts his hands on her, his anger got the best of him.

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff! Reader

Warnings: Harrasement, mentions of physical assault

A/N: Couldn’t Shake the thought off of my head so here it is

As an Scamander and coming from a long line of outstanding wizards you truly wore your family’s name with pride. You had half of Hogwarts crushing and drooling to your feet, you were breath taking gorgeous, smart and everyone just wanted to be around you.

Mattheo Riddle was no other than a polar opposite, smug, cold in his demeanor, borderline arrogant and self-centered but he would be lying if he said you did not catch his eye.

But he did not allow himself to pursue you actively, he couldn’t explain it, but when it came to you his confidence flew out the fucking astronomy tower. He could barely put together a whole sentence.

To your understanding, Mattheo was just reserved, so his sharpness when talking didn’t cut through you.

Something nobody seemed to know was that Goyle had been stalking you for months now, at first you thought it was a simple crush but it started escalating as he began following you around the corridors, sneaking into your dorm when you were in class and stealing your personal belongings.

Honestly, it started being unsettling how unsafe you felt, but you didn’t have the courage to speak up. Goyle could just throw money onto the whole situation and make it go away and in the end, you would be the one to blame.

Perhaps you should have spoken up, but you thought it was better to not make a fuss, involve the families and make a scandal that would follow your moves like the ghosts at Hogwarts.

Right now, you were in Class for Care Of Magical Creatures and Goyle was slowly and carefully making his way to you, whilst you graciously scurried away, Mattheo noticed this, making his eyebrows raise and his eyes narrowed distrusting.

But just then Hagrid gave you the instructions to go seek for food for the Fire Crab, the group broke apart and you went your way,focusing solely on the assignment at hand, allowing yourself to enjoy nature until you began hearing footsteps behind you.

“Hello?” You called out but there were no answers other than the crackles of branches, leaves and the wind. “Anyone there?!”

Nothing.

You took a deep breath and walked a few steps before a hand covered your mouth, you screamed and squirmed away. Suddenly, you were spooned around to find Goyle looking at you with crazy eyes.

“G-Goyle?” You spoke trembling, he stepped closer to you and you flinched back

“Bloody hell you are never gonna love me, are ya?” His tone was dark and as he keep stepping closer until you decided to take a leap and started running away into the woods feeling your heart pounding.

But Goyle tackled you to the ground, pinning you down onto the soil as you tried to break free but it was useless, he was twice your size, holding you so roughly you were certain your wrists were near to crack in two.

“HELP! PLEASE HELP!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as the tears started rolling down your face.

“SHUT IT!” He screamed in your face half-panicking and just as he raised his hand, ready to slap you across the face, his hand caught mid-air.

In the blink of an eye Goyle was off you and as you were now free from danger, you noticed the image of none other than Mattheo Riddle punching Goyle straight in his face, making blood pour out of his nose.

Although , Goyle could land a few punches that would too, cause harm, Mattheo was a raging bull, there was no way of stopping his ire.

You sat there completely out of it, as you watch the scene unfold, but you wanted to do something, anything to stop Mattheo from getting more hurt or in trouble for defending you, but your body was utterly unresponsive to your heart desires.

The commotion was so big the whole class catch up to the woods, you saw how Theodore, Draco and Lorenzo force him up. Yet, he was fighting them off trying to finish what he started.

“IF YOU FUCKING LAY A FINGER ON HER EVER AGAIN I WILL AVADA KEDAVRA YOUR ASS!” He roared.

“OI! Let’s not get carried away, will ya?” Hagrid said rapidly, trying his best to get a hold of such disaster.

Then, at such words, a switch light up in Mattheo’s brain, he looked in your direction and you were still sat down, with your back resting against a tree and your eyes wondering into absolute nowhere.

The Riddle boy approached you calmly, even with his clothes stained with the blood of his numerous injuries, somehow he projected an oddly reassuring calmness as his eyes found yours.

“Y/N you-“ he started questioning you but was quickly caught off guard by you launching into his arms and holding onto him for dear life.

He was taken back for a moment before slowly embracing you as you clawed onto the fabric of his shirt

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” you kept mumbling in his ear as you cried, and even though your hug was doing no good to his bruises and fresh wounds, he could not have given less of a flying fuck.

Because in that moment, his only purpose was to ensure you felt safe. So much so, that he refused to leave your side as you went to the hospital wing, you were just checked up and asked about what happened, while Mattheo acted as if you were the one injured, constantly asking if you were okay.

After you were let go off, you visited Mattheo’s bed, he was freshly patched up and his eyes lighted up at the sight of you, he had a charming smile plastered on his face that almost made you forget his cuts and dry blood.

“Hi” you greeted him softly.

“Hey” you played with your fingers nervously, as the heat creeped up your cheeks, not knowing what to say. Whilst Mattheo soaked in the sight of you completely mesmerized.

“Does it hurt?” You asked inspecting his face and he shook his head.

“I’ve gotten used to it. Don’t sweat it, sweet girl” he shrugged, you smiled softly and Mattheo realized he had called you sweet girl without thinking of it.

“As grateful as I am I would appreciate you, not disfiguring your face in my behalf, Mattheo” you joked making him laugh.

“Why’s that?” He asked curiously stepping closer to you.

“You might have a nice face to look at” you teased, nuzzling his cheek with your index finger softly, your touch was so gentle and mindful it was practically impossible to explain how he felt his skin burst into flames.

“Might? That hurt, Scamander”

“You’ll survive, Riddle”

You were both smiling and there was a moment of absolute silence before his eyes softened.

“You sure you’re alright? Say the word and he’s dead” he said with mischief but you knew he meant it and it was an odd feeling to know someone was willing to kill for you. Especially if that someone was Mattheo Riddle.

“What? Are you in love with me or something?” You joked nervously, he did not crack a smile, but you could see something clicked inside him as he looked at you dead in the eye.

“Yes” you were surprised as he answered you without hesitation and you just kissed him, finding words wouldn’t cut it, this boy was your biggest crush for years and he had just saved you from an ugly situation, kept you safe and confessed his feelings, you would be dammed if you let that go.

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Four Hounds/Winds Masterlist

Zephia

saved by the enemy - oneshot

Griss

dating griss - headcanons

Marni

you and me (and her) - oneshot

Mauvier

the way you left me - oneshot

Zelestia

preparing a proper meal - oneshot

Gregory

cuddling with gregory - headcanons

Madeline

i'll keep you safe! - oneshot

#fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem: engage #fire emblem engage #four hounds #masterlist #zephia x reader #mauvier x reader #fire emblem zephia x reader #fe zephia x reader #fire emblem marnie x reader #fe marnie x reader #fire emblem mauvier x reader #fe mauvier x reader #fe griss x reader #fire emblem griss x reader #griss x reader #marnie x reader #four winds #fell xenologue #zelestia x reader #gregory x reader #madeline x reader #fire emblem gregory #fire emblem zelestia #fire emblem madeline #fe madeline x reader #fe zelestia x reader #fe gregory x reader

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Madness

I wrote this so long ago and then abandoned it because I didn’t know if the ending was satisfactory or not. I thought it would have a greater plot as well but when I couldn’t find it, I was dissatisfied until I reread it and realized the prose was too good not to publish.

Fluff but also a little bit of angst if you squint hard enough.

In which Benedict Bridgerton finally reveals the truth.

She was beautiful. Too beautiful, if Benedict was being perfectly honest with himself. Not the kind of beauty that had him picking up a paint brush and painstakingly striking an easel with lovely swirls of color but the kind of beauty that distracted him, made him brood in a dim corner of the room, watching the little twists of her mouth and the subtle way she arched a brow. Beauty to the point of distraction, like spending hours watching shooting stars dash across the night sky, not realizing as dawn approached on the horizon.

It was utterly maddening.

She was utterly maddening.

How was he meant to live, to exist and breathe, to witness such great beauty and yet have none of the capacity, the right, to keep it?

Just a glance from her, a single curve of her lips, and Benedict could feel his faith in God strengthening as easily as he could deny the Lord’s existence. Only a benevolent God could create such ecstatic beauty and yet no benevolent God could exist in this world if Benedict had to bear the cruelty of Y/N’s indifference.

Maddening.

He sighed, the sound bereft as he continued to watch her charm the eligible men of the ton. She had a veritable cabal of men gathered around her and if any other debutant had been in her position, they surely would have been overwhelmed by now.

But not Y/N.

Never Y/N.

With her head held high and her smile demure, she directed the men as easily as if she was holding court. A slight clearing of the throat and already, someone had a glass of lemonade in their hand while a flap of her hand would have the men falling over themselves in an attempt to get her a chair.

A queen holding court, indeed.

Benedict rolled his eyes at the man to her right, who practically shoved at the man on his left in order to catch Y/N’s attention. Not that it really mattered though, especially not when Y/N’s attention was focused on Benedict.

Even from across the room, the tension between them felt palpable. Exhilarating. It always had been with Y/N. Thick and smooth, the connection between them as tangible as their own beating hearts. Just a shared look between them and the world fell silent, the edges of his vision practically darkening at the edges until he saw only her.

Beautiful. Even as her face contorted with hurt for the briefest of seconds, her eyes pulling away from him and returning to the crowd of men that surrounded her.

Benedict gritted his teeth, the only sign of annoyance he let himself show.

“I see you are not quite so enamored with our diamond.”

Benedict’s head whipped to the left, finding Lady Danbury watching him with those shrewd eyes of hers. The old crone had her cane gripped tightly in her hands and Benedict fought his grimace at the phantom pain that shot up from his ankles. The dowager countess had a terrible habit of whacking gentlemen she didn’t like with that sturdy cane of hers and Benedict had felt the brunt of that pain far too many times for his liking.

Still, as a gentleman, he couldn’t very well ignore the woman. It would have been terribly rude of him to and it went against every fiber of the etiquette that had been drilled to him as a child.

He spared Y/N another glance before he spoke. “You think all those men enamored with her?”

“I think they think themselves enamored by her,” Lady Danbury said. “She is quite a beauty and accomplished too, I hear. Are you acquainted with the young lady?”

He had been, when he was young. As recently as a few months ago, Benedict had counted Y/N as one of his dearest friends but with everything that transpired between them…

“We are familiar with one another.”

Lady Danbury arched a brow, directing her attention back to Y/N. She was animatedly speaking with Anthony and Colin, the only time the entire evening where her smile didn’t seem a little bit forced. “Your brothers seem friendly with her. Why aren’t you?”

Because he was a stupid, bloody, idiot who didn’t know how to keep his damn mouth shut, that’s why.

But his pride would never let him say that, especially not in front of Lady Danbury. “We are familiar with each other.” He repeated, voice tight.

Lady Danbury’s eyes flickered. “I seem to recall your mother telling me about how you and the Lady Y/N were thick as thieves not so long ago.”

Bloody hell, the old crone was relentless. He didn’t want to talk about his and Y/N’s falling out, especially not with her.

He suddenly whirled, cocking his head to the side. “Oh, I believe I hear someone calling me.”

No one was calling him but not even his impeccable manners could make him stay.

Lady Danbury harrumphed. “I may be old, boy, but I am not deaf.”

“Definitely hear someone calling me.” Benedict even cupped a hand, placing it on the side of his mouth before he yelled a quick, “I’ll be right there!” He turned back to Lady Danbury, who was looking at him as if she knew his claims were a lie. “Lady Danbury, if you’ll excuse me.”

The dowager countess simply gave Benedict a knowing look yet let him go.

He ducked into the crowd towards… bloody hell he couldn’t find anyone he would rather talk to. His brothers were still off speaking with Y/N and he didn’t feel like speaking with his mother, who would likely hound him about his fight with Y/N. Which left the last person of their party, Eloise. A quick scan of the room revealed his sister in the other side of the room, conspiratorially whispering to her best friend, Penelope Featherington.

He zoomed towards them, turning his back on Y/N and Lady Danbury.

Eloise caught his eye as he approached and her lips pursed in displeasure. “Why do you look as if you’re expecting me to bail you out of a horrible situation.”

“Can’t I see my favorite sister with joy in my face without being suspected of ill intent?”Benedict said with a grin before bowing to Penelope, who returned the gesture with her own curtsy.

Penelope ducked her head to suppress a giggle.

Eloise rolled her eyes at him. “What do you want?”

“To ask you why you’re sulking in a corner instead of dancing despite—“ he pulled at the dance card in her wrist, every single line filled with names that were unfamiliar to him. “Did you put fake names in your dance card?”

Eloise snatched her wrist back. “Yes. I thought that with Y/N grabbing the attention of so many of the gentlemen, I would be spared the embarrassment of having to entertain any gentlemen tonight. Unfortunately, I was wrong.”

Benedict turned to Penelope. “How many approached her?”

“Six,” Penelope smirked, “and those six quickly turned right back around.”

“Well with a full dance card, I’m not at all surprised.”

Eloise rolled her eyes in annoyance. “Spare me the lecture, brother. I’m sure I’ll hear enough from mother tonight.”

“She caught you?”

“After Eloise turned down the sixth one, Lady Violet began to suspect,” Penelope explained.

Benedict grinned. “When have you known me to lecture you?”

She gave him a saccharine smile, the kind that Benedict always knew would end with her barbed words. “Aren’t you meant to be fawning over Y/N? You’d done it most of our life.”

He bristled at her words.

Penelope shot them a curious look. “You never told me you were acquainted with the lady?”

“Hadn’t I?” Eloise frowned. “Lady Y/L/N’s family and ours have been acquainted for ages. Of course, she rarely ever came to London and if it hadn’t been for her father’s recent passing she wouldn’t have had a season at all. Mama had held hope that perhaps one of my dear brothers would begin to take some responsibility and marry her.” She lowered her voice in a conspiratorial whisper that was so loud, it still reached Benedict’s ears. “Personally, I always thought Benedict would offer. He and Y/N had a special bond growing up. Even Daphne thinks so.”

Benedict had never hit a woman before but perhaps, just this once, excuses could be made for one’s sisters.

“So, well acquainted then,” Penelope said with a slight smile.

“I do recall Benedict pining after Y/N for years,” Eloise mused, uncaring as Benedict’s mood soured. “You never did tell me why it is you suddenly became estranged”

“Not that it’s any of your business.” He grumbled.

Eloise batted eyes innocently. “Irritable today, aren’t you, brother? Could it possibly be because of the cadre of men that hound every one of Y/N’s footsteps?”

“I have changed my mind. Francesca is now my favorite sister.”

“I love you too, Benedict,” she all but grinned.

He turned his attention back to Y/N, who, to his surprise, had taken her leave.

“She’s in the garden, if you wish to speak to her,” Eloise said, noting his wandering eyes and nodding towards the open veranda at the side.

“What gave you the impression that I would like to speak to her?”

Eloise simply rolled her eyes before tugging Penelope’s arm. “With Y/N taking her respite, I imagine there will be a sudden influx of gentlemen who would like to dance. Let us make ourselves scarce.” And she pulled Penelope along, the red head offering Benedict an apologetic look.

He glanced at the crowd once again before letting his feet carry him through the veranda and out towards the garden. There were still many people milling about outside that granted them protection from scandal but it was much more intimate than the loud din of the ballroom.

The night was cool, the spring air serene compared to the humidity of the ballroom.

He spied Y/N, her back turned against the door. Upon hearing his approach, she sighed. “Good sir, if you did not understand me, I wish to be al—“ she turned and her words died at her lips at the sight of him. “Oh. It’s you.”

She looked even lovelier up close. She always did. Whether dressed in a simple frock with her long hair flowing down her back or dressed ornately with jewels adorning her, she always looked lovelier up close.

“What do you want, Benedict,” Y/N said, dropping that societal mask she employed inside.

“To apologize.”

She shook her head. “There is nothing to apologize for. You asked for my hand under false pretenses, I rejected you. End of story.“

“Under false pretenses?” He echoed, his own tone turning sharp. “You think my proposal to be insincere? Is that why you rejected me?”

“I did not think it insincere, I knew it to be insincere. I heard you and the Lady Violet discussing me. I heard when you declared your intention to ask for my hand in marriage simply because she had asked you to.”

Oh.

Oh.

He remembered then, the conversation he had with his mother right before he proposed.

“Propose to her,” Violet had urged just as breakfast had been served, with only Benedict and Violet dining.

“I am not even courting her, mama,” he replied exasperatedly. It had been far too early in the morning to entertain his mother’s insistence on seeing him wed to Y/N. She’d pestered him about it in one form or another even before the Y/L/Ns had come to visit the Bridgertons and Benedict knew she would not stop until he and Y/N were formally engaged.

But Y/N had just ended her mourning period for her father. And though societal mandates dictated that it was perfectly reasonable for Benedict to ask for her hand in marriage, he knew how deeply she mourned the man, especially since his death had placed her in such a precarious position. The late patriarch of the Y/L/N family had been fond of his only child, even if she had been born a girl. And Y/N had loved him, even if his death left her and her mother saddled with financial debt despite coming from the longest line of barony in England.

“What does it matter that you are not courting?” Violet demanded. “You have known her since you were both children. You’ve been courting her all your life.”

“Mama, please leave it well enough alone.”

“What is it that you do not like about her?” She insisted. “She is beautiful and accomplished and you have known each other your whole lives. Any young man would be fortunate to be bound to her in marriage.”

“I never said anything that would imply otherwise.”

“Then why do you refuse to ask her for her hand in marriage? Doing so would spare her a season in London and limit their financial troubles.” And then she had gasped in indignation. “Or is their financial troubles the very reason why you refuse? I never raised you to be avaricious!”

Bloody hell. “I am not avaricious, mother. I do not care about her dowry or lack thereof!”

“Then what is it? Do not tell me it is because you do not love her. I have seen the way you look at her.”

Benedict had eyed his fork, had wondered if perhaps, it would be a better to shove it in his ears than listen to his mother’s hullabaloo.

Instead he took a scone, spreading a generous layer of clotted cream and jam so his hands had something to do rather than maim himself.

“And how is it I look at her, mother?” He drawled.

“The same way your father used to look at me.”

At that he had paused, scone half-raised to his mouth. He hadn’t known what to say anymore. Mentions of his own father had always been capable of silencing his mind.

Finally, he had decided on telling her the truth, that his mother may finally stop pestering him.

“Asking Y/N for her hand in marriage had always been the plan, mother,” Benedict relented. “I was simply waiting for the perfect moment.”

Violet smiled at her son kindly. “There are no such thing as perfect moments, dearest. Only moments that can be made perfect. And whether you ask her later or tomorrow or next week, that moment will be perfect by virtue of you asking.”

She was right, of course. Violet Bridgerton was so rarely incorrect especially in matters of the heart and love.

Benedict had given her a smile, and said, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Well, since you so graciously asked me to, I shall propose to the Lady Y/N, if only to make you happy.”

That must have been what Y/N heard. Not the whole story but the end, when Benedict had teased his mother.

Now he was convinced that God existed and that he must be cruel. Only the machinations of a cruel God could have lined up the timing perfectly.

Y/N’s eyes flickered as she regarded him. “I do not wish to bind you in marriage with someone you do not hold any affection for. You have fulfilled your promise to your mother and have asked for my hand. I rejected you. We no longer have any obligations with one another. Good night.” She made a move to pass him, to walk back to the ballroom to her gaggle of men but Benedict’s hand shot up, gripping her arm and keeping her to him.

His hands were gloved and even Y/N’s arms were sheathed in silk. And though he had never felt gloves to be particularly offensive, he wished to burn the ones that covered their hands. If only so he could feel her smooth skin beneath his fingers.

The heady scent of her perfume wafted through his senses. She smelled divine, like walking through a garden of roses under the cover of moonlight as the stars twinkled above his head. Utterly mouthwatering, and capable of driving even the sanest of men into insanity. The scent of distraction.

Always so distracting.

Benedict forced his mouth to speak before his brain could forget the words he needed to say. “Do you think so little of me? Capable of such cruelty especially when it comes to you.”

Y/N’s brows met, a flash of pain in her eyes and then it was gone. “It is the opposite, really. I think the world of you, Benedict. Only a gentleman would offer to marry a girl he has no obligations to simply because of her precarious position in life. You are an honorable man and any woman would be lucky to call you their husband. It is why I cannot accept your proposal, not when you do not love me. Not when there is no one on this world more deserving of love than you.”

Benedict frowned at her. “Why do you continue to insist that I do not love you?”

“Because you do not!” She pulled away from him, wrenching her hand from his grasp. Her eyes were pure anguish as she looked at him and the very sight of her pain had him staggering back. “If you truly held any affection for me, I would know. I have studied you all our lives, Benedict. And in all the time we shared together, you had never shown any affection for me beyond that of a friend. Your proposal hurt, Benedict. I have loved you in every way a man could be loved for so long and for you to ask for my hand in marriage out of pity—“ She choked, eyes widening as if she didn’t mean to say the things she’d said.

“You love me?” He echoed, heart beating quickly in his chest. He wondered, briefly, if his fast beating heart marks the day he really lived. If Y/N’s confession had been the reason he truly felt alive for the first time in his life.

Her face crumpled in pain as she stepped back. “Forgive me, I shouldn’t have said those things. Please take your leave, Benedict. That I may salvage whatever scraps of my dignity is left.”

But Benedict did no such thing.

Instead he took her hands and lowered himself into a kneel, setting his eyes upon her. The arching light of the manor spilled over the veranda casted her in a soft glow that took his very breath away.

Y/N’s eyes widened in alarm and whatever pain she held there was washed away by her surprise. “Benedict, what are you doing?”

“Begging you for forgiveness.”

“What? Benedict, get up.”

But he held firm, his determination cementing his knees to the ground. “Forgive me, Y/N, for my grave transgressions against you. That you had ever lived your life doubting my affections for you, or wondering if I cared for you as more than a friend are sins I will carry with me to my last breath. It will be my great shame that I had not made it abundantly clear that I love you. Because I do love you. Most ardently.”

“Benedict, get up. This is madness—“

“You are right. It is madness. The way I feel for you would drive the sanest of people into lunacy. But if loving you is madness then I don’t ever wish to be sane.”

Her eyes gleamed silver with unshed tears that threatened to fall from her pretty eyes. “B-But that morning, the day you proposed—“

“I did not propose to you out of pity for you, I did it out of pity for me. I needed to put myself out of my misery and finally marry the only girl I ever had the privilege of falling in love with rather than continue pining after you in secret.”

She let out a a laugh through her tears, the sound like bells chiming during a storm. Light and beautiful despite the pouring rain that threatened to drown it out. “Ask me again.”

His heart leapt to his throat, pounding so quickly he struggled to get the words out. But they came nonetheless, the words clear and betraying none of his anxiety. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

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