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[atomgecko]

Takoyatta is my favorite thing from Season 3 I'm so happy that he. Exists..

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[thefallennightmare]

Forgotten-Part Two

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, maybe some fluff

Summary: Have things worked out for Reader and Chris or is their relationship too far gone to try to save?

Author's Note: Here is the very long-awaited part two of Forgotten one shot. Hopefully you all like it!

Snow fell softly but swiftly against the hard ground below as my eyes took in the sight in front of me. Winter in Boston had come on suddenly but I didn’t mind it; never did.  I did find myself minding, however, the news of a bad blizzard just mere hours away. 

Chris was supposed to be flying in two days but with the incoming snow, I knew that those plans were bound to change. With the jump in my heart, I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that he might not make it home in time. 

The fire cracking and popping in the fireplace of the large living room had added a small comfort to my worried thoughts. My mind had been racing all day, every day for the last few days in preparation for his arrival back home. We hadn’t spoken much the past few weeks and truthfully, I was thankful. 

I was still upset at the fact that the weekend I tried to surprise him had ended so sour that I was thankful for the time to think things over. While I loved Chris with every inch of my heart, there came a point in the relationship where you got tired of trying to keep things alive and I was close to that point. 

With the last text I received from Chris the other morning made that decision a tad bit easier. 

I know things are hard right now but please remember that I love you. I want things to work out but you have to understand this is my career. I’m not ready to give it up just yet. 

With my text in response, he had gone silent since. 

But yet you’re on the verge of giving me up without even realizing it. 

A quiet whine brought my attention back and with a soft sigh, I nodded towards the dog that had his head perched on my lap. I gave a quick glance at the clock and couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Right on time, Dodge. We need to make this walk a fast one, I think the blizzard is coming faster than they said.”

Dodger was immediately at the door waiting for me while I did my best to bundle up for his post dinner walk. 

“Mother fucker,” I cursed while shedding my winter jackeet, the snow falling to my feet. “I swear you bring me out into the cold to torture me for dad not being here.” 

Dodger took his previous spot in front of the fireplace, his soft snores filling the room once again. 

“He’s a stickler for that post dinner walk. Can’t ever miss it.” 

A hand clutched to my chest as I spun on my heels catching sight of the tall figure leaning against the doorway into the kitchen. His beard had grown a bit in the last few weeks and the bags under his eyes were heavier than the last time I saw him. But the slight smile pulling at his lips warmed my cold skin. 

“Chris, hi. I thought you weren't coming home for a few days.” 

I stumbled over my words with nerves. 

Chris nodded while he bent down to give Dodger some much needed love. “I was but with the upcoming blizzard I was able to fly back early. Plus we wrapped up shooting yesterday.” 

It was my turn to nod. 

“Do you want me to make you something to eat or-?” 

He declined. “I grabbed something to eat on the way home.” 

Silence fell between us, engulfed in an awkward cloud, and I shifted on my feet. There was still some kind of tension between us but neither of us took the first step to talk it through. 

My lips parted, ready to swallow my pride and be the first one to talk about things but when I noticed the weight on his shoulders, I decided against it. 

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” I nodded  towards our room at the end of the hall.  

Chris raised a brow towards me. “Are you not coming?” 

“I’m not tired,” I lied with shifted feet. “I’ll come to bed soon.” 

To be honest, I wasn't sure if he even wanted me in the same bed as him. 

A deep sigh rumbled in his chest before he placed his hands on his hips; a stance I knew all too well. 

“I’m not avoiding anything so don’t even say it,” I warned while walking past him towards our bedroom. 

Anger was beginning to radiate off of me that I hadn’t noticed the way he slowly reached for my hand but I was out of his reach in an instant. 

Chris’ long strides followed behind me. “You do this every time you know?” 

I turned swiftly on my heels and arms crossed over my chest “Excuse me?” 

No matter how quickly he followed behind, there was still a decent amount of space between us. 

“Every time we disagree or have an argument, you’re always the first one to either ignore it or move on. You don’t want to work through things.” 

The scoff that fell from my lips echoed throughout the room. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Do you remember that weekend? You basically ignored me the whole time I was there.” 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I was-.” 

“Working,” I finished the sentence for him. 

It was always the same argument between us and no matter how many times we would try to talk about it, nothing would come of it. I wanted him to put more effort and time into our relationship but he wouldn’t, no couldn't, stop filming. Not yet. 

I couldn’t hold it against him, however. This was what he loved to do and he was damn good at it. But he would always say he wanted to settle down to start a family soon. Yet here I was, standing in front of him, ready to give him everything he wanted. 

The empty space on my ring finger made me remember that he was in fact not ready for any of that. 

We had been together for years and only wanted each other but Chris couldn’t take that next step which always made me wonder if I truly was the one he wanted. 

“I don’t know what else you want from me, Y/N.” Chris stated, exhausted. 

“All I want is for you to give me the time of day!” I exploded. “When was the last time you texted me good morning when you were away?” 

Hands stuffed deep into his pockets, Chris remained silent. 

“I want you to care about me. You can be in denial all you want but we haven't been the same in a long time. We haven't actually shared a kiss that wasn't a goodbye one in so long. You haven’t even touched me in months, I’m starting to wonder if you even want me like that anymore.” 

Tears pooled in the corners of my eyes. 

“Y/N,-” Chris started. 

“I thought this time apart was going to be good for us but I’m starting to wonder if I should have-,” my voice trailed off. 

“Should have what?” Chris asked with a shaky voice. 

His face was etched with worry. 

My bottom lip trembled and I took a deep breath, trying to gain the courage to say the next words. I wasn’t sure how Chris would react. 

“When I came back from that weekend, I had all of my things packed, ready to move out,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 

He shook his head, dumbfounded. “What?” 

“I was two steps away from walking out the front door but do you want to know what stopped me?” 

“Dodger?” 

A small smirk pulled at the corner of my lips, even in the middle of our fight, Chris knew that at the mere mention of our pup, it would ease whatever tension was between us. 

“Well yes but he wasn't the only thing. I remember turning back to look one last time around the house, the memories we created together, and knew that I couldn’t let you go, not without one last fight for you.” 

Chris shrugged his shoulders, the words I spoke not meaning anything to him. “You were still willing to give up.” 

I scoffed. “Can you fucking blame me? It feels like I’m the only one fighting for us.” 

He started to pace around the room. “I’m so tired of this. Can we sleep on it and maybe continue it tomorrow?”

Without another word, I walked into our shared closet and lugged out my suitcases. Chris watched with parted lips as I started tossing in my clothes and things. 

“Wha-what are you doing?” 

I ignored him and continued on. It was at the point of when I finished, zipping up the suitcases, and was dressing myself ready to leave, that it finally woke Chris up. 

“You’re not leaving,” he informed me while taking the bags out of my hands and placing them back into the closet. 

Anger filled me that he was stopping me. “Chris, stop. You can’t keep me from leaving.” 

“The hell I can’t,” he said. 

I went to side step him, wanting to at least leave for the night because I knew that we weren’t going to solve anything, but he gripped my wrist stopping me. 

“You’re willing to give everything up because I’m too tired to talk?” 

I wretched my arm away from him. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, Chris. You accuse me of turning my back on a fight, willing to ignore it, but yet you were the one that wanted to stop tonight. Do you want me to stay because you love me or because you don’t want to have to deal with starting over with someone else?

He pinched his eyes closed but remained silent. 

“Do you even love me anymore?” I choked out a sob. 

Chris’ shoulders fell, hearing how broken I sounded. 

“Of course I do, Y/N,” he reached for my hand, wanting to link our fingers together. 

“Then why won’t you marry me?” 

My sobs now echoed through our room, the question that I had been dreadding to ask finally falling from my lips. 

He retreated his hand while stumbling over his answer. 

“Please don’t lie, I need to know if this relationship is even going anywhere. We’ve been together for years and everytime I try to bring up the mention of marriage, you blow me off.” 

“Y/N, please. It’s not as serious as you think,” Chris sat on the edge of the bed. 

I stood in front of him, hands on my hips. “Isn’t it? You tell everyone who will listen that you want to settle down and start a family but when I tell you that I’m ready to, you tell me one day or ignore me completely.” 

“It’s my career-.” Chris began. 

“Don’t you fucking say because of your career,” I interupted with a sharp finger pointed towards him. “It’s always the same god damn excuse with you, Chris!” 

My voice boomed off of the walls.

“Just tell me that you don’t want to marry me and I’ll leave your life for good!” 

“It’s because I’m scared!” Chris’ own voice boomed around us while he stood from the bed. 

My body slightly flinched, not in fear, but in shock of never hearing Chris raise his voice before. We had our fights, yes, but not once did he raise his voice towards me. 

He noticed the way I stepped back, lips parted in shock, and slowly reached for me with an apology falling from his own lips. 

“Scared?” I asked. “Of what?” 

For the first time that night, I allowed him to link our fingers together, him bringing them to his lips and ghosting kisses over my knuckles. The first mere action of affection from him was enough to mend my hurting heart. 

“I’m scared of not being the husband you deserve. You deserve someone that you can count on, that will be there when you need them,” Chris began confessing. 

I cupped his cheek and he leaned into my warm touch. “I know I’ve been gone a lot for work the past year and it hasn’t been easy on you or our relationship but I’m finally doing something outside of Marvel.” 

My heart sank, suddenly feeling guilty. I knew that deep down Chris had been dealing with trying to move out of his phased Marvel status, wanting to show his old and new fans that he can be something other than a superhero. 

I told him everytime that they love him for whatever role he decides to take on, he doesn't have to prove anything to anyone. 

“I’m not saying quit acting, Chris. All I want is for you to take some time out for us. Show me some kind of effort.” 

He nodded, lips pressing into my palm.  “I’m trying.” 

I nodded now. “I know you are. And we don’t have to get married right this second but it would be nice to maybe talk about it so I know if you want a future with me or not.” 

“I do, I promise you I do.” 

Chris wrapped his arms around me, bringing me into his chest. I felt his lips pressed into the top of my head, him breathing in my scent. 

I grasped his hips, craving more of this new affection he was giving me. I couldn’t remember the last time we had been in this position. Our bodies began to sway together, the same soft tune playing in both of our minds. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been such a distant asshole,” Chris apologized. 

I pulled away from his chest and looked up towards him, giving a slight shrug. “I’ve been kind of a bitch to you too. We both could have gone about things better.” 

“Forgive me?” Chris wondered, lips pouted. 

I stood on my toes to bring our lips together in a soft but firm kiss, one that caused him to let out a quiet moan into my mouth. Our lips mended together in a much needed heat, our hands grasping at each other's skin underneath our clothes. My fingers worked through Chris' hair, while he snaked underneath my ass, lifting me into his arms with ease. 

“Always,” I mumbled into his lips before feeling my body being gently laid onto our bed. 

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[aviolentday]

The ice was melting. My father and I had our last seal hunt of the year, just like other hunters of the village.

The hunt was short. Only a few of us could catch any seals, mainly old ones that could not hide in the water quick enough, or were too slow to swim away from the ice. My spear was clean.

Here from the fast ice I could see the border where the white foggy air met with the still waters of the ocean. The border where the sun was born. Sometimes the both worlds would melt together, two separate yet equal souls. My thoughts roam on boats of the same matter, traveling on air, formed by words, sounds, waves. Fog. Water.

I think back to that blizzard often. I was trembling in bed, did not dare to fall asleep. Did not dare, because I heard it speak to me. With each whistling blow of the  arctic wind, when I could feel it with my skin that the house's walls were tensing up to stand their ground, it would get to me. It would penetrate, cold and mad, tingling dust of ice splinters, speaking of its loneliness. Blizzard told me to mourn, and there, my father came.

I was ready to leave the ice when father yelled, behind you, son. Unwillingly, I turned around. There was a young seal, hanging on the edge of the ice, half of his body in the ocean. He did not squeal, he was not hurt. He was watching me, his nostrils moving.

I raised my spear. The seal kept watching.

Throw! Father yelled. I saw myself in the seal's wet eyes. They were as round and black as my sister’s when she was born.

Then father threw his spear. I jumped, it all happened so quick, just as quick as the seal disappeared in the dark water. The spear went through my fur coat and I could feel a tingling pain on the side of my abdomen. I walked towards father. He shook his head, took his hood off. The people were whispering, some gasped when I took the spear out of my coat.

I thought it went right through you. Father smirked and his gaze moved downwards, the ice beneath me.

Toko is bleeding! A woman yelled.

Father wrapped his arms around me, I tried to step away. Come on, come on, he whispered, I'll show you. He pushed me down on the ice and, with his strong hand in a glove of seal skin, held me by my hair as he dragged my head into the freezing cold water.

Again, it spoke to me. The black depth, the eyes I was now being drowned in. They looked inside of me while I fought for air. Mourning child, why are you not in bed, why are you living your life on ice instead of steady ground. When on my tenth winter my great-grandfather Toko was being buried, he had eyes just like this, and the whales gathered by the shore to say goodbye. For that day his soul merged with the ocean, with the last breath he took before falling off his whaleboat, and he became water forever. Goodbye, Toko. He told me now. It is not your time.

I broke free. I held father by the collar of his coat. I tried pushing him off into the water, but got scared that he would take me with him. His hands gripped my arms and for a moment I noticed a glimpse of fear in his eyes, black, dry. I hit him in the face. There was blood. People gathered to watch.

The moment I could run - I rushed to the hill, holding on to my wound. Up on the hill the tundra herbs were breaking through the last snow. I ran until I reached the cliff. He went after me and almost threw himself at me. I was first to do so. My hard fist met his stomach.

I knew I hurt him, this time I truly did. He folded in half and shook. He probably groaned, moaned in pain - a wounded beast growing wilder. Yet all I could hear was my own heartbeat - scared and feral - and the roar of the crowd watching us.

It was when he looked me in the eyes that I fell down to my knees, unable to shake off the pain from where the spear touched me. He knew he would win.

I think of that blizzard often. I remember watching it from the darkness of our room, the window in front of me, in the dark, while Aina snored and tossed around next to me. It was that night when I watched father bring something into the house. He threw it in the kitchen and left to wake up mom. I thought it was a sack of something, maybe gifts, cigarette packages, potatoes, salt, maybe even dolls for me and other children. Once I stepped outside my room, I saw the trail of blood stretching from the front door to the kitchen table. Blood - it was all I could see, I froze, as if someone opened the window and the winter’s hands creeped up behind me, they held me, they did not let me go.

He did not let me go. He kicked me and I laid down on the ground, he sat on my back, held my arms behind me, called me weak. I did not move. I must have reminded him of himself, the day he lost the right to hunt. Shame, I saw it glistening in his eyes after he turned me around. Shame and fear.

That night when I heard dad cough at the same time as he shouted for me to come to him. Why are you not in bed, mom whispered as she gently took me by the hand. I don’t see it anymore. I see her face, the movement of her trembling lips. Dad yelled again for us to come to the kitchen. Cough. I will show him.

The moving lungs, pumping air, as the blank eyes tell that there's no need for breathing anymore. This is what I remember thinking as I watched the wounded seal laying flat on our kitchen floor. Dad said he was allowed to hunt again. We won't have to borrow meat from neighbors anymore. You will help me. The next morning we went to the ice together.

Since then it had been one death after another.

Now I laid flat on the ground, just like the first seal and many more after him. Taking meaningless breaths. I lost the fight. The crowd went silent. They knew the rules. Only the sound of crashing waves. The ice had already melted.

If another man hunts you, he tells me as he gets up, coughs, spits up blood right next to my face. The ocean will not submit to you.

I was left alone on the hill. I crawled closer to the edge, where I could look down at the ocean waves, running up to the shore, collapsing, fading. There was movement, there were shadows. Something big swam close to land - and I knew what it was. The second I thought of it - an orchestra of a dozen fountains sprang up in the air, shining with rainbows in cool daylight. Whales. Our brothers came to greet us.

Aina was down there, on the shore. She sat on a giant stone, The stone of ancestors, and sang to the whales. Suddenly a new fountain sprang in front of her. She giggled. The drops of water came down and splashed with the wind, raining over her head.The ocean will not submit, I said to myself.

[dokifluffs]

Lookie | Bokuto Kōtarō

Pairing: Bokuto X Reader (female) ft. Kuroo, Kenma, and Akaashi 

Genre: fluffyyy, surprise domestic

Author’s Note: I WANNA BE Y/N 

gif from @rivaillerose​

“Kenma, you gotta hurry or else you’re gonna get blown away,” Kuroo called as he paused, the bitter frozen winter wind blowing right into his face

He tightened his grip around the bag in his hand while Kenma shuffled through the inches high snow, not a single big of his face showing as he hid himself in his bundled layers to keep warm

The two walked through the blizzard with Kuroo walking behind Kenma, walking toward the house

With a brief knock on the door, the door opened to Akaashi as he stood there

“Where’s Kenma?” He asked  

“Here,” Kuroo raised his arm, revealing Kenma at his side, facing into Kuroo’s body to stay as warm as possible

The two entered and stripped their layers and boots, letting the warmth envelope the two of them completely

“Thanks for bringing chips,” Akaashi said as he took the bag from Kuroo

“No problem. Are Bokuto and Y/N running late again?” Kuroo asked as he noted the silence in the house

“Actually no, they got here a few hours ago. They’re on the couch.”

And with that, the three of them made their way to the living room of Akaashi’s house, for the  occasional movie night and sleepover

The three walked in on Bokuto as comfy in his regular spot on the couch, a warm blanket nu, smiley as ever but quieter than normal and with his face looking down into his sweater

“What’re you doing?”

“And where’s Y/N?” Kenma spoke as he quite enjoyed your company yet you were nowhere to be found

“Shhh,” Bokuto shushed them almost louder than the two cats spoke

He was giddy and he seemed like he was about to explode from excitement or something but he couldn’t

“Lookie!” He happily waved the two over as he pulled his collar

“Huh?” Kuroo confused as ever

The two hesitated as they just looked to Akaashi

“Just trust him,” Akaashi commented from the side, smiling himself at his best friends

The two leaned forward and their questions had been answered

There you were, fast asleep against Bokuto’s bare chest inside his sweater, cuddled close beneath the blanket too

It was like there were stars forming in Bokuto’s eyes as he adorned you in the position you were in

“She looks so comfy,” Kenma said quietly, a tinge of envy in his voice as he was still freezing cold from the journey here

“She actually has a bit of a fever-“

“But she can’t go home in his weather or she’ll get even worse and I didn’t want her to be alone while we were all watching a movie, so she’s here with me,” Bokuto cut off Akaashi but spoke every word with his chest as he squeezed you closer to him

“Alright then,” Kuroo said quietly, only for Bokuto to dramatically shush him once again

“Don’t wake my little bean,” the ace practically whisper yelled to Kuroo

“I didn’t even- fine,” he gave up as he grabbed a blanket and found his seat

For the rest of the night, Bokuto could hardly focus on the movie

His heart did flips every time he looked into his shirt and there you were, your cheek squished against his warm skin, your lips jutted out just a bit so it looked like you were pouting

Your hair and breath tickled his chest and stomach but he didn’t mind it a single bit

The others could hear and feel the bubbliness emanating from his persona throughout the entire movies

The little laugh he would give when you moved a little or when he played with your hair or booped your face

His occasional movement, that you had gotten used to sleeping on him, to reposition himself

But also how quiet he was whenever a jump scare popped up

He was always the first one to yell or leave the room but not tonight

He couldn’t focus

How could he when you were right there and you were fast asleep on him

You were his precious little bean and he wanted to make sure you got all the rest you needed to make a speedy recovery

But oh all the times he had to refrain himself with smothering you with his kisses

He just wanted you to shower you with all the love in his big heart for you

He wrapped his arms and legs around you, not wanting to let you go even for a millisecond tonight

Domestic bonus: 

The popcorn popped in the microwave as the paper brown bag expanded and expanded, always making you nervous that one day you would open it and it would just explode into your face 

but you just watched as the bag expanded 

you could hear subtle noises coming from the living room but before you could look, the final beep of the microwave sounded off in the kitchen 

“Hot, hot, hot.” You barely held onto the hot bag with your fingertips as you juggled it to prevent burning yourself 

You poured the bag into a large bowl, bringing it to your living room 

and that’s when your heart melted 

“Peek-a-boo!” your husband lifted the collar of his shirt, his face disappearing as he called, the living room erupting with laughter from your daughter as she giggled contently 

“Where’d she go?” He “closed” the collar of his baggy tank top, teasing her as your little girl hid herself under his shirt, hiding her face into his chest 

“Here she is!” he opened his collar again, more laughter ans squeals erupting from both of them as he pulled her out, sitting her in his lap, playing with her, giving her butterfly kisses as her small hands reached out to cup his face 

“She’s swo cwute,” he turned to you, his cheeks being squished by his daughter. “Ooh! Popcown!” 

Both their eyes lit up as they turned to you, Kotaro lifting his baby girl in his arms as he made his way over to your side 

Though only you and Kotaro ate the popcorn while your baby girl played with his clean hand, the occasional giggle coming from her as he tickled her 

but to be honest, the two of you could barely pay attention to the tv when you two had your little girl

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[genshin-pals]

Corruption......part TWO!!!

Part one is here!! 

At this rate we’ll just do all the genshin characters because GOD I love this trope and y’all apparently do as well.

Characters: Venti, Lisa, Razor, Hu Tao, Qiqi, Rosaria

He hates Dragonspine. The snowy mountain only brings him sadness and pain. It serves as a reminder of a horrific battle that would end with his dear friend in pain and susceptible to suggestions of the abyss.

Anxiety consumed him when you told him you were off to the mountain, but he smiled and waved you off anyway. He regrets that.

There was a pain in his chest, fingers hovering above the strings of his harp as he stops in the middle of a song. 

Without another word he started running, running to the mountain he hated. 

It was up at the top of the mountain he found you. Kneeled down in the snow, clutching your head as something dark pulsed through your body. Tears fell. You were hurting.

Without his Gnosis, Venti’s power is limited. But he’ll be damned to leave you in this state. Taking a step forward, you turn at the crunch in the snow. Frantic like a cornered animal.

Kneeling before you, hands raise to gently cup your cheeks. He sees the pain on your expression. You’re frightened, much like Dvalin was when you first arrived in Monstadt.

“With the last of my divine strength, let me share in this curse...” 

The tips of his braids started glowing, and the boy’s form changed. Wings grew, and he was now dressed in white. However, all of that soon vanished, crumbling away as the darkness that haunted you moved over to the former archon.

Thoughts started becoming clearer, and recognition returned to your eyes. Venti...what was he doing?

Winds dying down, you stared at the other as he breathed heavily, still holding your face so gently as he panted.

“You, who have traveled the stars, also have your limits...” He forced out. Lifting his head, he smiled, despite the purple crack crawling across his face. “...but perhaps in a smaller dose, this hatred can be healed by your spirit...”

With the cursed blood split between the two of you, Venti helped you down the mountain. Windrise would help cleanse the last bits of corruption from you both.

How curious Lisa was. She wanted to know the truth of this world, but once she saw the madness that quest for knowledge cursed those around her, she gave up.

If the price of knowledge is the well being of others, it is best to remain ignorant.

Now, she’d use all her knowledge and power to save you. The witch was quite knowledgeable of legends of Monstadt, and the curse of Durin was no different.

That hatred radiating off of you was familiar. When you brought that corrupted tear drop crystal, that felt the same as you do now.

“Looks like I’ll have to play rough...”

Spell circles appeared at both her and your feet. The snowy clouds turned dark and pitch black. Lightning flashed, crashing down where you stood.

Identifying the woman as the source, you charged towards her.

But you couldn’t even get close. Thunder roared, and the air itself seemed to be filled with electro. 

This type of powers was almost unimaginable. Lisa may have forsaken the title of “grand mage”, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t still qualified for it.

With all of her magic, a bolt of lightning finally struck it’s might upon your form.

The scream you let out pained the woman’s heart, but the fight was over. Rushing to your side, she kneeled down, lifting your head to rest on her lap. Gently, her hand stroked your hair.

Lisa hated work, but she’ll work as hard as she needs to in order to heal you.

He doesn’t understand what’s happening.

Razor followed you to the mountain, met a mysterious blond boy, and you got some weird sword. The more you battled, the more you changed. 

He was scared, but couldn’t find the words to express his concern. You assured him you were alright, but he never believed it.

One night, a blizzard raged across the mountain. The two of you rushed into a cave for shelter. Strangely, the cave seemed to radiate warmth. Razor looked at the white hail outside, calling your name. When you didn’t answer, he turned around.

You started at a large red...thing, in the back of the cave. Razor didn’t like it. If it wasn’t for the blizzard he would suggest leaving. But then something else happened.

You lunged at the wolf boy, slashing the cursed sword towards him. He gasped, quickly dodging.

“Please, calm!” He shouts. “Why attack?!” 

You weren’t listening, charging once again.

This was so bad. Survival came first, that’s what his head told him. But you were his lupical, and you were in pain... He could see it in your eyes, and the unnatural cracks in your skin.

Razor wanted to protect his lupical. So he had to think. This started when you entered the cave. No...before that. When you got the sword.

Static pricked on his skin, his sword clashing against your own. With a growl, electro burst forth from his blade. 

You were slammed into the wall of the cave. Razor was fast, roaring as he drove his weapon into Festering Desire. The piercing gaze of the gem cracked, and you let out a gasp.

Slumping down, you were out cold. Nothing Razor did would wake you up.

Positioning you on his back, he would run down to the city. Through the storm and over the hills, he needed you to be okay.

Dragonspine was a good source of business for Hu Tao. Foolish adventurers who believed they could conquer nature often lead to their own downfall.

Sometimes, she goes out there herself, knowing that there are bound to be bodies and spirits that have been lost for years. The pyro spirit that followed her kept her warm as well as helped to locate the corpses. But this time, it found something else.

Something else caught her attention. A disgusting energy. But it was you.

You rushed to slash at the girl, and Hu Tao dodged. This was unlike you and she knew it.

“Trying to send me off, hm?” She called to no response. Any sense of teasing was lost. This was serious. “I see...” Eyes drifted down to the weapon you held.

Twirling her spear, Hu Tao prepared herself for a fight. “Sorry, y/n. No discounts today.” She would take you back alive.

As the fight went on, the cold was starting to get to her. How long have you both been out on the mountain? This needed to end, and soon.

Summoning her blazing spirit, she swung it around and hit you. It burned, and you stumbled backwards. 

Hu Tao was running at you, before vanishing for a moment. In that single moment, the blazing spirit appeared from nowhere, screeching into your face. 

Something grabbed your wrist, turning, you saw the girl you were fighting.

“Boo~” She said with a grin, knocking the sword from your hand and holding you down.

Vision began to blur, and all you remember is a calm, forgiving warmth...

Someone who made Qiqi not mind the warmth was now so cold.

The energy created from the sword you were given wasn’t good. She didn’t like it, and yet Qiqi was unable to tell you.

You were hurt, attacking everything in sight. Somehow, that felt familiar, as if sparking a memory.

Qiqi didn’t want you to be sealed. So she would help you now.

With her orders received, she jumped into action. 

Even when you were marked with her talisman, the battle was difficult. The strength radiating off of you was almost overwhelming. But Qiqi felt if she didn’t save you now, you would be destroyed.

It was dangerous, but Qiqi unleashed the adeptal powers within her. Snow and ice raged around you two, and the small child rushed forward once again. She slashed at your hand, the evil sword sent flying.

You gasped, turning to retrieve your weapon when someone stopped you.

Small arms wrapped around your legs. They were cold, but shockingly strong.

“Qiqi loves you the most.” The girl spoke quietly. Those were the words used to cancel her orders. Typically spoken by Baizhu with no sincerity. But now? Qiqi means those words with all of her heart.

The adepti power helped to clear your mind, and soon your eyes fell heavy, along with your body. Now passed out, Qiqi would drag you down the mountain. 

Qiqi doesn’t ask for much, but she would demand Baizhu help you once returning to Liyue harbor. She would stay by your side until you woke.

Albedo is a dead man. She doesn’t know how, but she knew this was his fault.

It can wait, though. But for now, she focused on you and you alone. If you became a threat to Monstadt, she would end you. That is what she told herself. And yet, looking at you now, she wishes to save you instead.

Rosaria was making more work for herself, it seemed.

With a tired sigh, the sister darted forward. Blades clashed against one another, and Rosaria wasn’t above underhanded tactics.

Kicking up snow into your eyes, Rosaria moved to your back, slashing hard and fast. Blood dripped onto the white snow. You were injured, so that should slow you down.

It should have, but the power possessing you didn’t care what your physical state was. You fought regardless of the blood loss. Swearing under her breath, Rosaria noted how the darkness seemed to originate from your sword.

You ran to pierce her chest, but Rosaria’s spear parried your attack, sending Festering Desire into the air. Before anything else could happen, the woman tackles you to the ground, holding the handle of her spear to your throat.

You couldn’t get up with her sitting on top of you, and the bar above your neck made it hard to breath. Senses returning, your eyes fluttered close.

With a sigh, Rosaria stood, pulling you up and onto her back.

She would head back to the city, hoping Barbra would be able to heal you properly...

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin venti #genshin lisa #genshin razor #genshin qiqi #genshin rosaria #venti #lisa #razor #qiqi #rosaria #mod cake #corruption prompt

[sunflowersteves]

𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ❅ 𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Geralt likes to punish you when you’re being naughty.

author’s note: this isn’t very holiday themed but i hope you all still enjoy!

warnings: fluff, afab fic, SMUT!!! a little degradation, dom/sub, edging, semi-public sex in snow dont @ me ok, [18+ only]

holiday prompts m.list

Heavy blankets of snow covered the small village whole, prompting everything to look as though it was a winter wonderland. Even the wood-burning fireplaces couldn’t stop the cold from towering over and leaving valleys full of little snowflakes.

Usually, you and Geralt would be situated in one of the pubs, relaxing with a nice pint of ale. Jaskier would be near you, most likely right beside the fire as he strummed sweet tunes. Yennefer would have her arm around you, swaying gently to the music. 

But that wasn’t tonight, no.

Tonight, you were pressed up against the outside of the pub while the cold air hit the base of your cheeks.

Geralt was peppering kisses up and down your neck, occasionally stopping to bite down on that sensitive spot. 

“What you pulled in there was unacceptable, sweet girl.”

Throughout the whole night, you had been teasing Geralt. It first started with a hand on his knee, occasionally squeezing around him in comfort. Slowly but surely, your hand started to move up to the inside of his thigh. 

He had sent you plenty of glares, but every time you’d act like nothing was wrong. Your hand even got to the point where you kept grazing his semi-hard cock. That’s when he had had enough and practically shoved out of the pub.

And now here you were, back aching from the hard wooden wall and nose runny from the cold. Some snowflakes instantly melted when they hit your hair and skin, while gusts of wind blew through you and your Witcher. 

It wasn’t ideal to be fucking in the middle of a snowstorm, but you didn’t have very many options. At least the powerful storm could hide your desperate pleas and whines. 

But your body still felt fiery, as though the cold wasn’t even there—the heat radiating off of Geralt was practically scorching.

His hands rested on your hips as his tongue ran along your collarbone, sucking just enough to make you whine. 

“I know what you were doing, pretty girl. You wanted me to take you out here in the cold and fuck you senseless, hmm?”

You could only let out a whimper as his hand trails slowly down to your throbbing core. He lifted the ends of your dress, your legs fully wrapped around his waist. His hands explored the crevasses of your legs; the rough calloused hands make you shiver as poke and prod. 

“Answer me.”

You hated how much control he had over you, your body and mind already melting into him as his lips connect just below your jawline. You hated how much you wanted him—needed him, so fiercely that it burned. 

“Yes. I-I wanted you fuck me out here, I—”

His hand was dangerously close to the slit of your entrance. His mind became almost foggy as his abilities picked up the sweet smell of your cunt. His finger teases the beginning of your slit, a gruff moan leaving his lips. You were already so wet. 

“Good. Then that’s what you’ll get.”

He inserts his middle finger, and you yelp in surprise, watching as it easily slides in and out of your folds. You couldn’t believe that he let you go without being punished, just immediately giving you what you want. However, you weren’t going to question it. 

The squelching sounds would normally be louder, but he could hear it, his cock twitching at it. A smirk rests on his lips as he stares into your half-closed eyes. His finger brings you no mercy, just pounding over and over and over again. 

His hands always pleased you to no end, filling you up so nicely. One of his fingers was like three of yours, hitting every single spot you couldn’t. 

Your walls clench around him as he inserts another finger, thick and wide as he fucks you relentlessly. Your hands move to grip his forearm, nails digging into the surface of his skin. You let out garbled sounds, on the edge of being a cross between a moan and a whimper. 

“Geralt, please!”

“What do you say, little flower, hmm?”

You opened your mouth, but it just hung open, whines and whimpers leaving it. You were so unbelievably close, your core aching for some type of relief. Your slick had covered his whole hand, and you could almost see the end, the sweet euphoric end. 

“I’m s-sorry, Geralt. Please, please, let me cum. Please!”

But then, he stops.

You whine loudly, your body thrashing slightly to see if there was any sort of friction. You wanted to hate him so fucking badly. That bastard had taken away your pleasurable bliss. It was all because you had teased him a little in public, and that set fire in your bones. 

“Oh, little flower, did you think you could get out of punishment that easily?”

Your eyes widened, “Geralt, p-please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you and your cock—”

He tsked, pressing sweet little kisses along your chest. But you knew better, you knew it was all a rouse. He was ruthless; he was unrelenting. He gave you everything, all at once, to then take it away like it never happened.

“Please! Please, let me feel your cock inside me. I-I need it!”

He has the audacity to chuckle, “begging won’t get you anywhere this time, little flower.”

He drew achingly slow circles on your clit, letting your desperate whines fill the air. Your body squirmed and wiggled, desperate for anything and everything more than what he was giving you. But he wouldn’t comply, he wouldn’t give into you. 

“You look so divine like that, little flower, just begging for my fingers to get you off.”

It felt like it had been a millennium by the time he started rubbing faster, sometimes pinching and grabbing the swollen nub.

He’d smirk every single time it made you jump; his eyes never left yours. He was intoxicating, the atmosphere around you was completely taken over by him. 

You were getting close again, he could tell. Your face was screwed up, gasps and pants leaving your beautiful lips. Your pleading never ceased, even if you knew it didn’t get you anywhere. You knew he loved it when you begged. 

“Are you close, little flower? Do you want to soak my fingers?” 

You nodded, wantonly mewling at his fingers seemingly deeper and deeper inside of you.

But then he stopped, again.

“Such a pity I won’t let you.”

He let you plead over and over again, the smirk never leaving his features. He watched you beg so desperately that pre-cum spilled onto his trousers. You were such a sight, and yet he didn’t give you what you wanted. 

“You brought this on yourself. You will face the consequences of your actions, little flower.”

He did it five more times, out in the blizzarding cold. Five times of giving you the brink of an orgasm to then take it away like you were just something to play with.

He enjoyed it, that much you could tell. There was a twinkle in his golden eyes when he watched you so utterly dire to feel anything. 

Your body was almost entirely frozen. It probably would have if Geralt’s body heat didn’t protect you. You honestly should probably go inside and get warm again, even drinking some of Jaskier’s hot chocolate to feel the hot spices rest in your belly. 

But gods—you didn’t give a fuck. You didn’t care less if you got frostbite or froze to death. All you wanted was for Geralt to fuck you senseless. You were getting tired; your body was limp now from all of the teasing and tantalizing. 

Your cunt was leaking, slick spread all around your thighs and even on your hiked up dress. Your clit throbbed, your cunt ached. It was torture to feel this way, to feel the pure anguish of Geralt’s punishment.

Tears sprung to your eyes, and Geralt never missed it, a feigned pout on his lips. You started to beg again, but this time your desolation became prevalent and loud.

“Please,” your voice became weak, “No more teasing, Geralt. I need you. I need to feel you. I-I can’t —”

You don’t know when he sprung his hard cock out and shoved it inside of you, but he was pounding into you, fast and hard. You mewl once again, the feeling almost unreal. You were finally getting what you wanted. 

“Have I been too mean to my sweet girl? Was I being too harsh, hmm?”

You nodded as he picked up the pace, slamming into you while you’re trying to grab at his broad, large shoulders to brace yourself. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, so warm and tight.”

Your back was going to hurt tomorrow, you just know it will. You’d been up against it for what felt like an eternity. He was deep inside of you, his eyes darting from the look on your face to watching his cock disappear in your cunt. Your walls clamp around him, nails digging even harder onto his back. 

“Cum for me, my love. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”

Your screams become louder in the air as he hits just the right angle, over and over. You try and brace yourself as your walls flutter. Hearing his low moans of your cunt milking him was getting all too much, the coil immediately snapping. It hits you hard, his name the only thing that comes out of your mouth like it was a prayer. 

Watching you come undone so ferociously and hard made his cock twitch. He knew he wasn’t far behind you. Your screams never ceased as he continued to drive into you, hips slightly stuttering as he released into you. 

Your body was fully limp now on the snowy ground. You didn’t want to move, your eyes becoming heavy. He lets out a small content sigh, trying to clean you up the best he can. He was especially gently over sensitive areas, knowing that it might sting. 

He picks you up into his arms and pressed a light kiss to your temple. The snow falls lightly onto his hair, his warm body just now picking up how cold you’ve become since you laid across the ground. 

His heart soared as you snuggled closer into his chest, “let’s go back inside, little flower.”

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#geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x y/n #geralt of rivia x you #geralt x reader #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #the witcher #the witcher x reader #the witcher x you #the witcher x y/n #the witcher netflix #geralt z rivii #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fandom #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill characters #geralt imagine #vics holiday prompts #smut

[coldflame96]

Wrapped up in you

Summary: Sharing a scarf with your girl when you don’t like things around your neck is something that can be so personal..

Rating: T

Also found on AO3 and FF.net

Based off that picture in the very last scene with Kyoru sharing a scarf <3

“Wow!" He heard her gasp. "It's snowing!" But then she furrowed her brow. "But it was so mild this morning."

Neither of them had brought coats with them, but Tohru brought her scarf with the pom poms. She really loved that thing and it was cute.

"Kyo-kun," she grabbed his hand. "Are you cold?"

He didn't think he could ever truly be cold as long as she was around.

But he did shiver a bit. "A little. The temperature really dropped."

"Well here!" She took her scarf off, handing it to him. "Maybe this will help."

He knocked her head gently. "Then you'll get cold, dummy."

"I'll be okay!" She waved her arms. "I don't want you to get sick!"

He could tell this was gonna go nowhere fast. He rolled his eyes fondly and grabbed the scarf. She looked at him expectantly and he got an idea. It was cheesy, but knowing her, she'd probably love it.

He pulled her in closer, wrapping one end of the scarf around her neck, and the other end very loosely around his own.

"There." He said triumphantly, breath visible, "now neither of us have to be cold." He punctuated with a gentle whack with one of the poms and she giggled. He paused and then whacked her again. "Huh, this is kinda fun."

He was met with a whack on his own cheek with his girlfriend grinning impishly. "You're right, it is."

He gently whacked her again, this time pressing the pom right on top of her nose, shaking it as she tried to bat it away.

She tried to do a little twirl but the scarf wasnt quite long enough for that so she just did an awkward twist. The temperature was dropping by a lot and her nose was starting to turn red.

He leaned over to kiss it and she gave a questioning look.

He shrugged. "It looked cold."

She grabbed his hand, peeking at him from under her lashes. "I think my lips are cold too."

Subtle. He cradled her face and kissed her gently. "Better?"

"Still feels pretty cold."

He hummed, kissing her again. It was something he never really got tired of doing. She fisted her hands in his uniform jacket as he just kissed her slowly, careful to keep it chaste.

"Oi, lovebirds," he jumped when he felt a hand slap his back and saw Uotani to his side. She smirked. "When you're done being gross, you might wanna actually head home before you turn into snowmen." She put her arm over her head like a visor. "It's supposed to snow all night."

"Oh really?" Tohru asked. "I had work tonight."

She grunted. "So did I. But I called off. You should too."

She frowned. "I wouldn't wanna trouble them-"

He'd heard enough. "You're not walking to work in a blizzard. If you don't wanna call off, then just have Momiji do it for you. His dad owns the place."

She bit her lip. "I suppose…"

"Momiji Sohma is quite fond of you," Hanajima came out of nowhere. "I would imagine he wouldn't expect you to risk yourself in such weather."

"C'mon, we should go." Uotani said, wrapping an arm around Tohru's neck. "It's already cold and it’s only supposed to get worse."

She relented and he followed behind her closely, the scarf still hanging off his neck.

"Apparently we're supposed to get 15 cm," he heard Uotani say vaguely.

Tohru clapped her hands in excitement. "Really? Wow. We could play in the snow!"

"We could have a snowball fight." And then Uotani smirked. "Betcha I could beat Kyon."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't start a fight you can't finish, Yankee."

She snorted. "Yeah okay. You know your ‘bad boy’ image is ruined with that scarf around your neck."

He shrugged. It wasn't like he had anything to be embarrassed about.

Tohru was talking to Hanajima now about something, her face lit up. He smiled softly. She was happy and that's all he cared about.

The wind was really picking up and everyone in the group did a full-body shudder. It really was getting freezing and the snow was sinking into his clothes uncomfortably. Tohru was trying to hide it, but she was shivering. How did she manage to wear skirts in this kind of weather?

They parted ways with Uotani and Hanajima and no sooner than they rounded the corner, he wrapped his arms around Tohru's waist from behind.

"Are you cold?" He whispered.

She nodded. "Only a little."

He kissed her temple. "C'mon, let's get home."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time they got into the doorway, her teeth were chattering and he rubbed her arms to try and warm her up.

"My, my, my," he heard Shigure say from the kitchen door and he looked up to see him standing there, looking way too amused. "I understand you kids are in love, but there is a time and place."

"Piss off," he snapped. "It's snowing and freezing outside."

"Well, that's why coats exist." He said smugly. "Honestly, Kyo-kun, do you not ever check the weather forecasts?

He was gonna punch this asshole. He felt a light tug on his shirt and he brought his attention back to his currently shivering girlfriend.

"D-do y-you m-m-m-mind if I shower first? I...c-can w-wait if you w-want to."

He pushed her back gently towards the bathroom. "Go shower before you get sick."

"O-okay."

It was once he heard the bathwater running that Shigure turned back to him, smirking. "Nice scarf." He gave him a flat look in response, which he took as a cue to continue talking. "Tsk, tsk, you made a rookie mistake just now."

"What are you talking about?" He asked on impulse, and then came to the conclusion that maybe he shouldn't have.

Shigure's grin only grew wider. "When a beautiful woman you're with is going to the shower, it's only natural you offer to join her."

Kyo grabbed him by the collar, growling, "Don’t talk about her like that, you fucking creep. I’ll kill you!”

"Scary~" And then something else seemed to come to him. "Where's Yuki-kun? Don't tell me you left him out there."

"How should I know? He was never even with us."

And that was when the phone rang. Shigure waved, saying "I'll let you handle that” and then went back to his own room, hopefully to die.

He scoffed. He didn't usually answer the phone but he had a good idea who it was.

"Hello?" He sighed out.

"Kyo?" Yuki's voice came through the speaker. He sounded surprised, which was fair.

"Yeah?"

"Where’s Honda-san?"

"In the shower.

"I see. when she gets out, tell her not to save me any dinner. The weather's getting bad so I went home with Kakeru."

"Fine. That it?"

"Yeah."

"Great. See ya."

"Wait."

"What?"

"You and Honda-san are alone...don't do anything stupid."

His face heated up. "Shigure's here, you jackass." He gritted. And probably eavesdropping. "And that's none of your business."

"Oh, he's actually home?"

"Yeah."

"My condolences."

"Whatever. Anything else?"

"No. You can hang up now."

And he was about to do just that but something paused him. "Oi."

"What?"

"You too," he mumbled through gritted teeth because he really didn't wanna think about Yuki doing anything like that. "Don’t do anything stupid."

A pause and then a "Thanks" before the line went dead.

"Oh, was that Yuki-kun?" He heard Tohru behind him, her skin flushed from the steam and her hair still damp. “Is he alright?”

He grunted in affirmation, trying not to look at how a stray water droplet ran down her neck. "He's fine. He's at Manabe's, so don't wait up for him on dinner."

She made to hug him, but then reeled back. "Kyo-kun, you need to get out of those wet clothes! You'll get sick."

If it were just them, he would suggest she help him with that, but Shigure was here and he was not gonna give him the satisfaction of that.

He patted her head. "I'm going."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Without work to go to, her and Kyo-kun took the night in. She had already changed into her sleepwear (which consisted of one of his shirts that was way too big on her and a pair of flannel pants).  

He had changed too, in a loose long-sleeve and a pair of sweatpants.

With Shigure-san here, they couldn't exactly do anything more than kiss, so they'd just ended up watching a movie.

He'd fallen asleep halfway through and was currently clinging to her, head on her chest.

She could really admire him without being questioned when he was asleep, how his nose wasn’t set completely straight, the smattering of light freckles on the bridge that were more pronounced in the summer.

She lightly stroked his strong jawline and his arms tightened around her waist.

She smiled to herself. He was such a cute sleeper. She lightly threaded her fingers through his fiery hair, noting how it curled around his ears now.

It's getting so long..

She heard her phone vibrate from the nightstand and strained to reach it without disturbing her sleeping boyfriend.

She saw the message was from Uo-chan and then shot up in alarm at the attachment.

She heard a light groan and saw Kyo-kun blearily blinking his eyes open and she felt a little guilty.

"Wha's goin' on?" He mumbled.

"Uo-chan just sent me something."

He hummed. "'Splains why you woke me up."

She was pretty sure he was being sarcastic based off the grumpy look on his face but paired with the messy hair, it didn't have much of an effect.

"Look at this." She shoved the phone under his nose and watched him squint as he put his own hand over hers.

It was a picture of them, sharing the scarf with snow falling around them. Neither of them were looking at the camera but she was chatting with Hana-chan, though the angle of the photo cut her poor friend off, and Kyo-kun just watched her, looking content.

He normally hated getting pictures taken so it was rare to see him so relaxed in one.

"Was this from today?" He asked.

"Yep! Uo-chan took it." Then she cocked her head. "I wonder how she managed to do it without us noticing."

He stretched, his shirt riding above his waist, which she attempted to steadfastly ignore for her own sanity.  

"Probably because I wasn't looking at her."

He always said things like that so easily and it was a marvel each time.

"I know you hate pictures," she started hesitantly, "but do you mind if I keep this one?"

"I don't mind pictures," he said softly. "Not with you, anyway."

She blushed, smiling to herself. "Right." She put one foot down on the carpet. "I'll go ask Shigure-san if I can borrow his printer."

A warm hand grabbed her wrist. "Do it tomorrow," he said. "It's late." And then he slumped on top of her. "I want my pillow back."

He was actually pouting and it was quite possibly one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen.  

She just stared at the picture of them, smiling softly, Kyo-kun’s chin on her shoulder.

"You look cute," he murmured.

"I look the same as always, don't I?"

"Yeah."

He was warm. Like a steady heater on her back. It made her feel sleepy.

At some point, she’d been gently coaxed on her back again, eyes heavy and her boyfriend a comforting weight on her chest. She managed to text Uo-chan a 'Thank you' through bleary eyes before letting sleep take her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, she bought a frame and added the picture to her shelf next to her mother and Kyo-kun’s beads.

“You’re such a sap,” he’d said when he walked in and saw it.

But he couldn’t hide how his eyes kept softening when they landed on it.

Not from her.

#kyoru #fruits basket #kyo sohma #tohru honda

[deancaskiss]

Destiel December 2020, Day 8: Blizzard

@jellydeans @galaxycastiel

Word Count: 920

Dean shivered, yanking the scratchy blanket off the motel bed and throwing it over his arms as he sat back down at the table. Why oh why did they take on a case in the middle of Minnesota in winter when there was a massive blizzard happening? Sam was stuck out there alone, and now Dean and Cas were snowed in the motel with no functioning heating and a case they couldn't solve.

Not that Cas seemed at all affected by the cold. The angel had his head buried in one of the books they’d borrowed from the library, sprawled out in the chair in a completely relaxed manner. Which would have been frustrating enough, had Dean’s teeth not started chattering five minutes ago. The shivering had reached a level so violent Dean couldn’t even hold the book he was reading anymore.

“Are you seriously not cold?” Dean asked, forcing the words past his clacking teeth.

Cas finally looked up, tilting his head to the side when he saw Dean shaking. “I’m an angel, we don’t get hot or cold. We’re just warm all the time.” And then, hesitantly, “Are you really that cold?”

Some days Dean wondered why he even had this unspoken crush on Cas. Dumbass angel. “Yes, Cas, I’m really that cold. There’s a massive blizzard outside, and, news flash, there’s no heating in here at all, which has got to be some kind of health hazard if you ask me.”

A weird expression crossed Cas’ face, as if he were mentally warring with himself over some decision before he stood up, grabbing his book.

“Where are you going? Can’t leave, remember? Snowed in,” Dean said, words barely getting past his teeth as he shivered.

A second later, Cas elegantly placed himself on the small couch and then looked over expectantly at Dean.

“What?” Dean asked, motioning to Cas in a ‘what are you doing’ manner, which made the blanket fall off his shoulders.

“Come here,” Cas said.

“What?” Dean asked, bending down to pick the blanket back up again; muttering curse words under his breath as another cold gust of air creeped down the collar of his shirt. “Why?”

Cas tilted his head again, regarding Dean carefully before saying, “Isn’t that what humans do? Sit close and share body warmth when it’s cold?”

Dean let out a choked noise, turning sharply to look at Cas. “You want to cuddle? Is that what you’re proposing?”

Cas chewed his lip for a second before nodding slowly. “If cuddling will help to share my body warmth so you’re not cold? Then yes, Dean, I want to cuddle.”

Now it was Dean’s turn to mentally war with himself. Stay over here and freeze his balls off? Or tuck himself up next to Cas and hope to God the angel wouldn’t be able to hear how fast his heart would be beating at that much physical contact?

‘Keep your stupid feelings in check, Winchester. It’s just about getting warm, that’s all,’ Dean thought to himself.

“Alright, fine. Just to warm up,” Dean said, even though he wasn’t sure if he was convincing Cas or himself of the blatant lie. Picking up the book he’d been researching, Dean moved over to the couch. He hesitated for half a second, before throwing his pride out of the window and sitting right next to Cas; pressing their hips and shoulders together.

Cas smiled softly, gingerly putting his arm around Dean’s shoulder and tugging him even closer, until Dean was all but sprawled out in Cas’ lap.

Dean was about to protest, he really was, but God, he could already feel Cas’ warmth seeping through his clothes and burning into his skin. “Jeez, you weren’t kidding when you said you weren’t cold,” Dean muttered, relaxing into Cas with a content sigh.

“Is that better?” Cas asked carefully, hand still lingering on Dean’s shoulder.

“Much better,” Dean admitted. Picking up his book again, Dean jumped back into researching, finally feeling warm for the first time in hours.

And it was that comforting warmth that Dean swore was the reason he could barely keep his eyes open half an hour later. Words were blurring across the page… and wait, when had he tucked his head into Cas’ shoulder? He could distantly feel Cas rubbing a hand up and down his spine in soothing circles; lulling him further into the sleepy haze.

“Cas,” Dean mumbled, the words ghosting out across the angel’s throat.

“Yes, Dean?”

“Thank you,” Dean murmured, pressing his lips to the underside of Cas’ jaw without thinking about it.

Cas instantly stiffened, before he darted his eyes to Dean in shock, then awe, then realization. Slowly, Cas tilted his head down, and Dean suddenly felt much more awake than he had been a moment ago as he leaned forward himself.

And when their lips finally met in a soft brush of a kiss, Dean felt warmth bursting through his body; lighting his veins on fire and sending tendrils of heat racing down his spine. Dean wasn’t sure if it was Cas pushing his Grace into the kiss to warm him up, or if the kiss was just that good that it had Dean glowing. Either way, Dean pulled Cas into a second kiss, and a third, and then a fourth.

And as he found himself pressing even closer to Cas, half straddling his waist as their mouths melded together from one kiss to the next, Dean had never felt so warm in his entire life.

#deancas #destiel december 2020 #spn #dailydestieldelights #bex writing

[themadlostgirl]

Keeping Warm (2)

*Did I make a second part to this because one person asked for it? Yes I did. Come to me my Felix simps! Enjoy your fluff!*

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That had to be the best sleep I’ve had in a while! This cloak was a lot better than my old one. I wonder how long I could get away with keeping it before the boys stole it back. I folded it up neatly and hid it under my cot so it wasn’t out in the open for them to steal back.

I left my tent and noticed that the boys that had been laughing and teasing me yesterday were keeping a wide berth from me today. I had no problem with that. The farther away they stayed the better.

Since I was truly well rested for the first time in a long time I decided to take advantage of my energy and practice my archery. Before Neverland I never had a need to learn how to wield a weapon but archery was fun and it helped in hunting small game. I grabbed my bow and quiver of arrows before setting off into the jungle. When it came to game on the island there wasn’t a whole lot outside of fish and some birds but they didn’t make for much food.

If you wanted a good meal you had to head into the dark jungle of the island. It’s where all the big game lived since anyone ventured in there. You could sometimes find a rogue boar running around outside of the dark jungle but they mainly stayed within the perimeter. Other than boars there was also a type of goat that lived there. The boys had tried keeping some of the goats for milk a while back but after the “incident” all the goats were shoved into the dark jungle and water became the only acceptable source of drink. Probably for the best.

I was out tracking for a while when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I tried to make it out through the foliage and saw the head of a goat pop up. Gotcha. I notched an arrow and took aim. I let the arrow fly and cheered when it went right through the goat’s eyes.

“What the hell?” Another head popped up, this time it wasn’t a goat though. Felix turned to look at me. “What was that?”

“Sorry!” I rushed over, “I was hunting and saw the goat head. I didn’t mean to shoot at you. What are you doing out here?”

“Same as you it seems. I had been tracking this fat bastard for over an hour.” He kicked the dead goat at our feet. “Almost had it too before you got it first. Nice shot by the way.”

“Thanks! I was really lucky this time around. I usually don’t get a clear shot like that.” I tore the arrow out of the goat’s head. “Since you’re here do you mind helping me lug this beast back to camp?”

“Sure,” Felix heaved the goat up and threw it onto his shoulders. “Let’s get moving.”

“This will surely make for a good dinner tonight.”

“You really wanna let those jerks tear into your catch?” Felix asked.

“I mean not really but this is way more food than you and I can eat so we kinda have to split it up.” I shrugged, “Why do you care anyway? I thought you liked the other Lost Boys.”

“They’re my brothers but brothers can get damn annoying.” He muttered, “Taking shit that doesn’t belong to them and whatnot.”

“Ugh, I know what you mean.” I sighed, “They stole my cloak out of my tent last night so I stole one of theirs as payback.”

“Did you now?” Felix trudged further ahead, “Did you give it back yet?”

“No and I don’t plan to. Mine was so thin it didn’t help at all but this one is really warm so unless they come and pry it away from me I’m not giving it up. It also helps that is smells good so I cuddle up in it even tighter.” My face started heating up after I realized what I just admitted. “Sorry, that was a lot of unnecessary information.”

“It’s fine,” Felix muttered.

I jogged to fall into step next to him. I grabbed an apple out of my bag and started cutting off slices with my knife. I wordlessly offered one to Felix. This time when I popped it into his mouth for him though I didn’t roll my eyes since his hands were full carrying the goat. We trekked back to camp in companionable silence. Felix set the goat down for the others to skin and cook while we rested.

We sat down on a log together while I picked bits of goat fur off his shoulders.

“Felix,” One of the boys approached us, “Pan was looking for you earlier but you were away from camp so he wanted me to pass on a message.”

“And?” Felix asked.

“He’s gone off the island on a mission of sorts. Says he may not be back till morning at the latest so you’re in charge till then.”

“Got it.” Felix nodded and the boy ran off again.

“Man in charge tonight,” I poked his shoulder, “Don’t crack under the pressure, captain.”

“Har har,” He rolled his shoulder ushering me off, “Being in charge for a night doesn’t entail much. I just have to make sure these idiots don’t go rogue during Pan’s absence and do something stupid like burn the camp down again.”

“These boys can really be just the dumbest things on the face of the earth, can’t they?” I shook my head. Then my body shook. A cold gust of wind blew through the camp. It wasn’t like the slightly cooler breezes that Neverland usually had. This was cold. Really cold.

The other boys felt it as well. All of them rushing to their tents and reappearing with cloaks and others running for firewood. “What’s going on?” I asked Felix as I rubbed feebly at my arms.

Felix sighed. “I almost forgot that this happens when Pan leaves. He so rarely does anymore it didn’t even cross my mind.”

“What?”

“When Pan leaves then time stands still. I don’t mean that in the way that tie naturally stands still here. I mean the island basically goes into hibernation without him around. Depending on how long he’s been gone we should start to see the beginnings of…” Felix looked up. The once clear sunny sky had been replaced with dark dreary clouds.

“Oh don’t tell me it’s gonna rain!” I pouted.

“Worse than that.”

We sat there for a minute as delicate white flakes started falling from the sky. “Snow?!” I gaped at the offending weather. “How is there snow? This is a tropical island!”

“It is a magic island too though.” Felix said. “You may want to grab something to put on, viper. It’s only gonna get colder.”

“Right, I’ll be right back.” I ran back to my tent and pulled the cloak out from under my cot. I put it on but while it was thick enough to keep out the chill of the night it was just another feeble layer against the bitter cold that we had been subjected to now.

I went back to the log where Felix and I had been seated but he wasn’t there anymore. I made my way towards the bonfire the boys had started and huddled as close as I could get to the flames. I really hope the boy I stole the cloak from won’t try to take it back now. I fear I’ll freeze to death without it.

The sky grew even darker and the island got even colder. We were quickly burning through our supply of firewood and I knew that it would run out soon. When that happened it was every man for themselves. I figured I’d hunker down in my tent and try to keep warm by myself until Pan returned and the cold went away.

I stayed by the fire as it dwindled down to faintly glowing coals. The snow had really piled up and my toes were numb in my boots. Oh no! I didn’t even take into account the snow! I ran as fast as I could to my tent but it was of no use. The snow had weighed it down and it crumpled. My cot was soaked and the beams I had used to pitch it had snapped. This was just great.

It looked as if the other boys had gotten the memo to keep the snow from piling up on their tents since they rest were still standing. Would have been nice if they mentioned something to me. I shivered violently against another harsh gale of wind and trudged away from my ruined tent. Maybe I could find Felix and he’d take pity on me and let me stay in his tent for the night.

I scoured the wintry white camp but saw no Felix. He was probably already hunkered down. If only I knew which tent was his.

~~~

Damn this cold. Why did the island have to go into hibernation just cause Pan wasn’t around? It really wasn’t fair. Felix hated it all the more since he didn’t have anything to keep him warm now that he had let you have his cloak.

Upon realizing just how bad it was going to camp Felix remembered something that could help him keep warm. He jumped up and ran into the jungle until he found the old, gnarled dead tree that years and years ago had been the first home of the Lost Boys. He knocked against the trunk until he found the hatch that opened up. It would be a tight fit but if he kept his arms close to his chest then...Felix slipped down the hollow trunk of the tree and was deposited into an underground cavern.

He lit a torch along the wall and breathed in the dusty but altogether warmer air. This place looked as if it hadn’t been touched in decades. It probably hadn’t. Felix only ever remembered this place when Pan left and turned the rest of the island into a wintry hellscape. He never told any of the other Lost Boys about this warm oasis since he didn’t want them crowding in around him.

Felix was down there clearing cobwebs and shaking out the dusty furs and blankets when he was hit with a sharp realization. He left you back at camp. He left the one person who cannot handle any amount of cold in any way back in a blizzard!

“Shit!” Felix hissed and climbed back out of the cavern. He raced back to camp and spotted you easily enough since you were the only one still outside. Why were you outside? Why weren’t you in your tent at least?

“Hey,” He shouted, pulling you away from where the bonfire had been, “What are you doing out here?”

“Tent collapsed under the snow.” Your whole body was shaking so bad that it even bled into your voice. “Was looking for you…”

“Come on,” He grabbed your hand and tugged you along, “I know someplace we can go to wait this out.”

Felix knew it was a bad time but he couldn’t get over the sight of you in his cloak. It was just like last night when he got that strange fluttering in his chest. He gripped your hand tighter and tried pulling you faster but you ended up losing your balance and tripping. Felix caught you before you landed in the snow but he could tell you were having trouble keeping up.

“We’re almost there, just a little further,”

“I can’t feel my toes,” You whimpered.

“Damn it,” Felix ran a hand through his hair. “Well we can’t stay out here. Hold onto me.” With that Felix gathered you in his arms and pulled you off the ground. He hiked his way back to the dead tree with you held in his arms. This was the first time he had really been this close to you. Your head nestled on his shoulder as your body trembled. He set you down long enough to open the hatch on the dead tree again and set you inside. You went sliding down and Felix shortly followed.

“Where are we?” You gazed around the cavern you both were in. “It’s warm in here.”

“My own little get away when the island goes into stasis.” Felix explained. He helped you up and ushered you towards the bed at the back of the cavern covered in blankets and furs. “You’ll keep warm down here.”

“Blankets!” He burrowed underneath the blankets with a content sigh. “I am never leaving this pile.”

“Thought you’d enjoy that.” Felix smiled. “Are your toes still numb?”

“A little.”

“Let me see, I want to make sure you don’t have frostbite.” He instructed.

You untied your boots and Felix grimaced when he saw that your socks had been soaked through. You peeled those off too. There was no way to make this awkward so Felix grabbed your feet and inspected them, pushing on your toes to make sure they hadn’t incurred any damage.

“Good news, you get to keep your toes.” Felix pushed your feet off his lap and pulled the blanket you were wrapped in back over them.

“That is a relief.” You smiled brightly. “Thanks for sharing this space with me.”

“Well I wasn’t just gonna let you suffer out there in the cold. The others deserve it but not you.” Felix said. The fluttering was back and he could feel it’s way creeping up his neck into his face. The air in the room suddenly felt too hot. He shuffled back to the foot of the bed further away from you.

There was a beat of silence.

“Hey Felix?” You crawled over to sit next to him.

“Yeah?” Felix tried not to look at you lest the pink in his cheeks be noticed.

“Where is your cloak? Don’t tell me you were out running around in this weather without grabbing it.” You said. Felix resisted a bark of laughter. Said cloak was still around your shoulders and you clutched it tightly in your hands as you looked at him.

“I didn’t have much of a choice.” He pulled the hood up over your head and down in front of your eyes. “You kinda stole it, viper.”

“Huh?” Your eyes peeped out from under the hood. He watched with amusement as the realization hit you and you pulled the hood back down to hide. “I’m sorry! I had no idea it was yours! I thought it belonged to one of the jerks that stole mine!”

“It’s alright, you needed it a lot more than I did anyway.” He chuckled softly. “Glad to know you think I smell good though.”

“AGH!” You dove under the blankets to hide further. Your embarrassed voice still rung clear from underneath the furs. “I cannot believe I told you that!”

“Come now, it’s not that bad.” Felix couldn’t help the spark of joy he felt when he teased you. “Come out. I wanna talk to you.”

“Nope! I am never leaving again for the sake of my dignity.”

“Fine.” Felix took a deep breath and pulled the covers up over himself. Your face was inches away from his under the blankets. “I’ll just come to you.”

“Felix…” You muttered, you were still keeping your eyes down so you weren’t looking at him.

“I wanna know something.”

“What?”

“If you get so cold at night why didn’t you ask me for help? I could have brought you as many blankets as you wanted from down here.”

“I didn’t ask because I had already tried asking the other boys for help and all they did was make fun of me. I didn’t want you to tease me too.”

“Teasing you is fun but I’d rather you not freeze to death.” He said, “I also told the boys that if they steal anything from you again then they’ll answer to me.”

“Why would you do that?” You asked, “I get that we’re friends but you don’t have to fight my battles.”

“It’s because you are my friend that I want to help you, idiot.” He poked your forehead, “Which means threatening Lost Boys and letting you steal my cloak. It kinda feels like it’s my mission to keep you warm.”

“A noble cause indeed.” You laughed and Felix decided then that he had never heard a more pleasing sound.

Your smile softened and Felix got lost in your eyes for a moment. The fluttering was getting worse but he found he didn’t mind it. “Here,” You closed the distance between the two of you and left a quick kiss on his cheek, “A little token of thanks.”

Okay. Now he minded. It felt like a billion butterflies had gotten trapped in his ribcage. It was just a moment. A mere second of contact but it lit his body from the toes up as if he had stepped into a fire.

“You okay? Did I cross a line? Sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just thankful for what you did and you’ve always been nice to me so--”

“Give…” Felix mumbled under his breath but it was enough to stop your mess of ramblings.

“You say something?” You asked.

“Give you…” Felix took a deep breath but it did little to calm his nerves. “Want to give you one.”

“Give me one what?” You asked.

“A...um…” he tapped his cheek. This was stupid! Why was he trying to initiate this right now? It was only meant to be a thank you kiss between friends and he was making it weird!

“Oh!” Your face got even hotter than it had a moment before. “I mean if you really want to then go ahead. Can I ask why first?”

“A thanks for never dropping a hermit crab in my mouth whenever you offer me food?” he joked. You laughed again, the tension between you breaking.

“I do deserve thanks for that.” You nodded and presented your cheek, “Go ahead.”

Okay Felix. Do not screw this up. There is not conceivable way to mess this up. He inched closer and left a darting kiss to your warm cheek.

“I bring you a lot of snacks,” Your voice was a whisper, “I think maybe that’s worthy of two kisses.”

“I was thinking the same thing.” Felix turned your face so he could kiss your other cheek. “While we’re at it I think I’m owed more thanks for lugging that big goat of yours back to camp. It wasn’t light at all.”

“I suppose you do.” You grinned wider. This time when you kissed him you pressed it to the tip of his nose. “You also carried me here so if we think about it logically then I should--”

“Just kiss me already.” Felix pulled you closer.

“Yes sir,” You held his face in your small warm hands and kissed him on the mouth. Your lips were so soft and you tasted sweet like berries. “Felix,” You murmured against his lips.

“Hm?”

“If this is another way of keeping warm, it’s working.”

“Then we probably shouldn’t stop.” His lips met yours again. He couldn’t have you getting cold again after all.

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(Part 1)

#felix imagine #felix x reader #ouat felix #ouat #neverland #peter pan ouat #request

[some-kindofgnome]

Kinktober #4: Control Yourself: Bucky Barnes

In which you are incapable of controlling the weather. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) dom!Bucky/bratty sub!reader, discipline, spanking, choking, emotions, mentions of anxiety, aftercare

Notes: Here it is- the first Marvel fic of the month! If you’ve been loving the MHA stuff so far, I’m thrilled, and I thank you in advance for accommodating my multifandom ass. If you’re more of a Marvel person, this one’s for you!

Today’s prompt was “spanking/choking,” so... both is good. 

Kinktober Masterlist

“It’s not letting up any time soon.”

You pull the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders to ward off the chill that wafts from the frosted glass in front of you. It’s dark out there, but in the faint glow of the porch light you can see that the blizzard is unrelenting.

It’s easy to see that you will not be getting Stateside tonight.

“Dammit!”

You twist from the window and the blanket whirls behind you like a cape. You can feel cold anxiety twisting its fingers around your heart, curling its way up your windpipe. You can’t help it. You hate it when things go wrong.

“You’re doing it again.”

Bucky’s voice pipes up from the loveseat across the room. The cabin that you’re stationed in for the night is barely twelve feet by twelve feet- just enough room for a double bed, tiny kitchen, a loveseat and a rug parked in front of a big wood stove.

“Am not.”

He lifts his eyes from the book he’d been paging through before- some crumbling classic piece that neither of you had heard of- and though his gaze is soft, his jaw is set.

“Are too.”

“It doesn’t count when the situation calls for it.” Your voice breaks into the upper register as you cross a few steps back towards him, coming to stand on the edge of the rug with the blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

“The situation is out of your control,” he retorts. “There’s nothing you can do about the snow.”

He licks his lips and his gaze flicks over your body. There’s not much to look at, when you’re wrapped up to the chin in such a massive throw, but you can tell he’s not just checking you out. He can read you like a book, and that’s exactly what he’s doing right now.

“Sit,” he prompts, softer than before. “Might as well settle in.”

But you’re not ready to give in just yet.

“I’m allowed to feel this way.”

“I never said you weren’t.” He shifts a little in his seat, bringing his eyes back to the book and flipping forward a few pages. He always does that when he’s bored with a story; he flips forward to see if he’s got anything to look forward to.

“But you’re acting like it.”

“Sweetheart, you and I both know that I am not out to stop that. I just don’t want you to spend the whole night letting something you can’t change keep you from relaxing a little.”

You needed the rest, too. Part of the reason you were so wound up was the mission you’d come back from. Bullets flew over the fate of a heavily armoured briefcase and your getaway car was a snowmobile- just the sort of thing to fray your nerves. In the field you were iron solid. But once you were safe… it could be difficult to process sometimes.

“So you’re trying to change the way I feel. You’re trying to tell me not to be anxious anymore. You of all people should know that it’s not as simple as that.”

His eyes drag from the book again, and this time he’s agitated. Your chest thrills. One step closer to getting what you hadn’t realize you wanted, until he gave you a taste of it with his gaze.

Unfortunately, he picks up on that. He quirks a brow and narrows his eyes, looking you over again.

“I understand,” he growls with a feral edge to his voice that you’re suddenly not sure you wanted to provoke.

“It’s not that,” you snap and your cheeks heat in defense. But it’s too late. He’s already smirking, snapping the book shut and rising from the loveseat with embers smouldering in his silvery gaze.

He comes to stand in front of you, towering over you like the mountain of a man he is. He’s always leaned into a haphazard sort of lumberjack aesthetic, and that effect is amplified tenfold against the backdrop of a snowy cabin and a blazing fire. Burning wood that he chopped earlier that afternoon.

Okay, so maybe you have a thing for lumberjacks.

He growls your name with such a deep edge of baritone that it draws your attention right back to him. He’s got his stern face on. The one he always makes when you’re behaving this way. You know he’s only doing this because he knows it’s what you need- and you do need it, badly, even if you’re not ready to ask for it.

“Drop the blanket.” He growls like a drill sergeant and your body keens. You sink your teeth into your lower lip, hesitate for half a heartbeat, then release your grip on the corners of the broad knit. It slips over your shoulders and pools in a half-moon at your feet. As it draws away from your skin, it reveals the underwear you’ve got on underneath. The rest of your clothes are draped neatly by the fire, drying out from the spill you took in the wet snow.

Black bra. Black thong. Practical, for missions. But it doesn’t exactly keep you well-covered.

Bucky’s seen you in less.

“That’s better,” he rumbles. He reaches forward and takes you by the hips, stroking his thumbs over the skin just above your waistband. He reaches up and cups your cheek, tilting your face toward him. It’s warm, by the hearth, but you’re still shivering.

You’re already starting to break down.

“I’ve got you,” he coos. He leans down and kisses your forehead, the strands of his unbound hair brushing your cheek. In the next instant, he’s scooped you into his arms and he lays you face down on the bed, running one hand in and out of the curve of your spine. You tuck your knees underneath your body and push your hips up.

You know how this works. You’re ready to give in.

“I’m gonna give you five,” he grunts, already running his fingers over your ass. He slips his fingertips playfully under the edges of your underwear, snapping the elastic against your skin and making you jump. You can’t feel him behind you, but you know he’s getting excited already.

He hooks two fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down over your ass. He never takes them all the way off; he only pulls them down enough to expose you, for extra humiliation.

And if that’s not enough, he draws his palm over your bare ass, and you can hear him rumbling his appreciation. He’s never actually told you this before but based on the grabbing and the slapping and the pinching- sometimes in public- your ass is one of his favourite parts of your body.

He draws his hand back and pauses, just to torture you that much longer.

“Count for me, sweetness.”

His palm- flesh, not metal, thank God- connects with your backside, sending a thrill of pain through your whole body. The sting sets in like an afterthought and you whimper, tucking your hands under the pillow that you’ve buried your face into.

“One.” The word is muffled, but it’s enough for him, and he soothes your ass with another delicate stroke of his palm before he’s pulling it back again.

Smack.

“T-two.”

This time, his palm connects with the tender spot where your backside meets the back of your thigh, and your hips jolt forward in surprise. Your spine goes concave and you push your chest into the mattress, squeezing your eyes shut.

He was right about this. You’re in agony, but at least you’re not thinking about the snow.

“You with me, sweetness?” He runs his hand up your spine, fingers curling gently around the back of your neck and making you groan.

“’M good,” you promise. You lift your chin and you can hear him smirking over your shoulder.

“That’s my girl.”

His metal hand slips under your left arm, fingers dancing up your sternum before they close around your throat. You choke on a breath but quickly realize that he’s not squeezing. Not yet, anyway.

“Almost there,” he promises. His flesh hand slides down your back again and lifts away from your skin. “Count of three, sweetness. One…”

He smacks you on two and you were fucking ready for it this time. But that doesn’t stop your body from jerking forward into his metal palm, sucking in a panicked breath and loving the way the air seems to rush past his fingers. They tighten, restricting your breath just a little and you let your eyes fall shut.

“Three,” you gasp, not even hiding it anymore. You’re blissed out. You don’t care. He knew he could do this to you.

“Almost there,” he repeats, holding you fast. His metal fingers tighten just a little more and your pulse is racing beneath his smooth thumb.

The next one comes hard, relentlessly so, and you cry out hoarsely, letting tears blur your vision. You want to be tough for him but it hurts too much and you’re feeling delicate and he always knows how to unlock it when you need a cry. Your feelings get bound up inside you so tightly sometimes- he’s the only one who can unravel them.

“One more,” he murmurs, and he’s stroking your back with his flesh hand in broad circles, loosening his grip on your throat as you choke and gasp for breath. “You can do it, sweetness. My strong girl. You can handle one more.”

“D-do it,” you plead, because he’ll worry if you don’t say something. He stays where he is for a minute, whispering softly to you. Then he shifts and lifts his hand. And you wait.

Smack.

“Five,” you sob, and then you’re collapsing onto the mattress and he’s collapsing beside you, pulling your body into his chest and wrapping all his limbs around you. He holds you tight and strokes your hair as you cry, letting the stress of the mission, the weather, and everything else wash over you.

He doesn’t say anything to you, just holds you, shushing you quietly when the sobs wrack your body too tightly to let anything else in.

Once your cries have quieted into soft little hiccups, he kisses your forehead and pulls away just enough to see your tear-soaked face.

“Better?” He asks, so tenderly it’s hard to imagine he had you by the throat just a few minutes ago. But that’s the nature of your relationship. He knows how to take you apart, but he’s the only one who can put you back together.

You cast your gaze over his face. He looks considerably more relaxed than before, too, and you let a sleepy smile stretch your features. You snuggle in close, as he draws the blankets over you. He casts another glance at the fire- whatever he sees, he decides it can wait, because he rolls onto his side and pulls you back against his chest, draping a heavy arm over your torso.

“Better,” you sigh, letting your eyes fall shut. You sleep through the night.

When you wake up in the morning, the storm has passed. The sun beams through the dusty cabin, splashing brilliant gold across the bedspread.

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[buckybarnesdollface]

Mountainside: Chapter 3

Summary:  Reader and Bucky aren't quite ready to return to reality after the storm subsides.

Warnings: Female reader, SMUT, fluff

          I woke up the next morning still curled up against Bucky’s side. Sometime through the night he had pulled down a blanket from the armchair to cover us, and despite the fire having burned down to just embers I was pleasantly warm. I stretched my body, easing the kinks and sore muscles, a quiet groan passing my lips. I felt something hot and hard twitch against my thigh, and then strong arms were pulling me up to straddle Bucky’s hips. His eyes still held traces of sleep, but they sparkled nonetheless as his lips quirked up mischievously.          

           I ground my hips against his, heated core running over his already-hard length, and his hands tightened on my hips as he growled. He lifted me enough to slip into me before lowering me back down so that he was fully sheathed inside me. We both hissed, my hands falling to his chest to brace myself as I once again adjusted to his size – From this angle I swear I felt even more full.

           Bucky only gave me a few seconds to adjust this time before his hands started rocking my hips against him. Taking the hint, I took over, rolling my hips teasingly before setting my hands on his chest as leverage to bounce myself up and down on his length. He grunted, eyes darkening, and then his hands were lifting to paw at my breasts as I continued to ride him.

           After a couple of minutes, Bucky bent his legs at the knees and pulled my mouth down to his to capture my lips in a searing kiss as I rested against his thighs. He took over the movements, thrusting his hips up into me, alternating between fast and shallow and slow and deep. I whimpered, body falling forward onto his, and his arms wrapped around me as he continued to drive into me. I pressed my face to his neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh until his breaths came out as sharp as mine.

           With one particularly hard thrust I came, biting down on Bucky’s shoulder as I groaned. He growled and then I felt his hot release coat my insides. He held me tight to him for a minute before pressing a few soft kisses to my shoulder. I tiredly lifted my head to see him grinning lazily at me.

           “Good morning,” he chuckled, and I smirked.

           “Yes, it is. The only thing that would make it better is a hot coffee.”

           Bucky cocked a dark eyebrow. “You tryin’ to tell me something, doll?”

           “Well…” I said slyly. “I’d make it myself, but I honestly don’t know if I can walk right now.”

           Eyes darkening, Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before a slow smirk spread across his face. He rolled me over so his body hovered over mine, nose skimming along my jaw. “Well then, in that case I don’t mind getting the coffee ready,” he murmured, and then he was getting up. I watched the muscles of his backside ripple as he bent down to grab his sweatpants, and I bit my lip.

           “You’re staring, doll,” he said, without having to turn around, as he pulled the sweats up his legs and over his hips. I grinned.

           “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t put those back on,” I teased.

           Bucky turned around, eyes glittering. “I’ll leave the shirt off,” he promised as he went to stoke the fire. I sat up, pulling the blanket up around my chest as I smoothed a hand over my unruly hair. I watched as Bucky brought the fire back to a low roar before heading to the kitchen to fill the kettle with some of the bottled water. Sighing, I got up and found Bucky’s discarded Henley, pulling it over my head and quickly slipping down the hall to the bathroom. When I came back Bucky was at the counter with his back to me, filling our mugs with the instant coffee powder. I came up behind him to wrap my arms around him, pressing a few soft kisses to the skin between his shoulder blades.

           He hummed, and then turned around in my arms. His eyes raked down my body and narrowed, tongue wetting his lips. “Shit, doll,” he groaned. “I already thought you couldn’t look any better in that shirt, but seeing you wear it and absolutely nothing else…”

           Bucky’s hands slid down my back to bunch the hem of the Henley in his fists, exposing my backside. “I should take you right here for torturin’ me like this, doll,” he said in a low voice, and I bit my lip as I looked up at him with my best doe eyes.

           “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sarge,” I said innocently, and Bucky growled, hands squeezing my ass as he spun me around to press me against the counter. He slid a knee between my thighs to spread my legs, and he was just about to slip his flesh hand underneath the hem of the shirt when the kettle started to boil, piercingly loud in the heavy silence. I jumped, startled out of the haze I’d been in, and Bucky reluctantly pulled away from me to get the kettle and bring it to the kitchen to fill the mugs.

           The moment was over, and I padded over to the window to assess the situation outside. It looked as if the snow had let up into light flurries, and the wind had died down, but the cabin was half-buried in drifted snow. I turned to Bucky as he handed me my coffee.

           “We’ll have to dig our way out,” I told him, and he shrugged.

           “Won’t take long. It’s just the door that really needs to be shovelled out.”

           “Good thing I have a big, strong supersoldier with me to do that for me.”

           Bucky cocked an eyebrow. “Is that all I am to you?” he asked, feigning a hurt expression. “The guy that does all the heavy lifting while you sit back looking pretty?”

           “Oh, I’m sorry,” I teased. “Did you want to be the pretty one, sweetheart?”

           “Maybe I did.”

           I laughed, and turned to pull his lips down to mine. The kiss was soft and sweet. “You’ll always be the prettiest one,” I murmured, “at least to me.”

           Bucky’s cheeks tinted pink, but then he was tugging me towards the couch to fold me into his side as we finished our coffee.

           “When do you think the team will be here?” I asked after awhile. We were still on the couch, Bucky’s back against the armrest and my back against his chest, situated between his legs. His chin rested on the crown of my head, and his metal fingertips swept lazily up and down my arm as my hands idly played with the fingers of his flesh hand.

           “I don’t know,” he finally said, “but I can’t imagine they’ll wait too long now that the storm has stopped. I should probably shovel out the door soon so we’re ready when they come.”

           I pouted, lacing my fingers through his. “I don’t want to leave,” I mumbled, and his body shook against mine as he chuckled.

           “Two days ago, you were begging Steve to come get us,” he pointed out, “and now you want to stay?”

           “Two days ago was a long time ago,” I replied. “A lot has happened since then.”

           Bucky laughed, pressing a kiss to my head. What I hadn’t said, though, was that I was scared of what would happen once we left the cabin and returned to New York. Here, things were easy – We were isolated from the rest of the world. Our responsibilities, our teammates, the media; none of that mattered. Here, we were free to do what we wanted with no consequences.

           But back in New York…Getting involved with a team member complicated things. Not only would we have to answer a million questions from our teammates, but since the Avengers were such public figures, the relationship would be impossible to keep private. Not to mention the liability it created on missions.

           My heart sunk, and I wished more and more that the blizzard had lasted just a little longer.

           “Well, I suppose,” Bucky sighed after a few minutes, nudging me up. “I should get dressed and go shovel some snow.”

           Reluctantly, we dragged ourselves off the couch and to the bedroom to get properly dressed. As Bucky slid on his boots, I leaned against the counter with my arms folded across my chest.

           “Sure you don’t wanna come out with me, doll?” he teased, and the corners of my lips twitched.

           “I’ll pass. You know how I feel about the cold.”

           Bucky grinned as he shrugged on his jacket. “Aw, c’mon, I won’t make you do any of the shovelling,” he promised. “You can just come out and watch me work my ass off so we can get out of here.”

           “Work your ass off,” I snorted. “Please, maybe if you were a normal person it’d be hard, but you’ll have that cleared in no time, Mr. Supersoldier.” I shrugged. “Besides, I don’t have to go outside to watch you; you have to shovel your way out the damn door first.”

           Sure enough, when Bucky opened the door, he was met with a wall of snow. “Suit yourself,” he said as he grabbed the shovel. “I won’t be long.”

           He shovelled out the doorway in five minutes, and then went out to clear a small path. I bit my lip, and with a sigh I slipped on my boots and grabbed a jacket from the hooks by the door. When I got outside, Bucky was cleaning the snow off the kitchen window. He looked up when he heard me coming, a grin spreading across his face.

           “Decided to come out after all?”

           “I couldn’t pass up the chance to see Bucky Barnes do something as mundane and domestic as shovel snow,” I teased, and he laughed.

           “Hey, I’ve been pretty domestic since we got here,” he replied. “I’ve kept a fire going, cooked, made coffee…” His lips curved into a lopsided grin. “That’s husband material right there, isn’t it?”

           I choked on the air I’d breathed in, eyes widening. My heart hammered against my ribcage. “What?” I managed to get out, and he shrugged.

           “Y’know, like that meme about being boyfriend material?” he said. “But this would be more husband material, because it’s so domestic.”

           “Oh.” It was a joke. He was joking. My heart rate slowed back down to normal as I realized he hadn’t been suggesting what I thought he was, and I shook my head, fixing a playful grin on my face despite still feeling lightheaded. “Since when do you know enough about what a meme is to reference them?” I teased, and Bucky squared his shoulders.

           “I may be an old man, but I keep up with the culture,” he told me, and I laughed.

           “The image I have in my head right now of the Winter Soldier scrolling through the internet looking at memes is priceless.”

           “Oh, shut up,” Bucky grumbled, though his eyes sparkled.

           “No, really,” I insisted. “What’s next, are you gonna start listening to Cardi B and Post Malone? Or start dressing like the ‘kids these days’?”

           I put air quotes around “kids these days,” and Bucky’s eyes narrowed.

           “Watch it, doll,” he warned devilishly.

           “Or what?” I replied. “What are you gonna do, old man? Bore me to death with a story about the Great Depression?”

           I was only teasing him, and he knew it; his wicked grin said so. “Alright, that’s it,” he decided, and then he was grabbing me under the knees and lifting me to swing me over his shoulder. I shrieked, hitting my fists against his back.

           “Bucky, put me down!” I cried. His hand came up to pinch my ass and I squeaked.

           “No can do, sweetheart,” he said to me. “I warned you.”

           I squirmed, but he only held tighter. When I realized what he planned on doing my eyes widened, and I squirmed harder as my fists pounded against his back. “Bucky, no,” I warned. “Bucky…James, stop!”

           He didn’t listen, tossing me into one of the snow drifts out in the yard. I shrieked as I hit the snow, sinking deep into it. It was cold and powdery, at least, rather than wet and packy, but I still glowered as I pulled myself up to my feet.

           “Oh, you are dead,” I said in a low voice, and Bucky only grinned before tossing a handful of snow at my chest. I lunged forward, but he was quicker and he caught me around the waist, spinning me around before dramatically falling backwards into the snow, me on top of him. Grinning mischievously, I grabbed a handful of snow and smushed it in his face.

           “Oof,” he grunted, scrunching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut, and then he was rolling over so I was the one pressed to the snow. It was cold underneath me and I wiggled, hoping he’d let me up. “That was dirty, (Y/N),” he said with a pout, and I couldn’t help but giggle at the snow clinging to his eyebrows and eyelashes.

           “No one ever said I played nice,” I teased, and the muscle in Bucky’s jaw twitched. He made no move to get up, and it was my turn to pout. “Buck, I’m freezing,” I whined, and he smirked.

           “Maybe you shoulda been nicer.”

           I arched a brow. “Is that really what you want, though?”

           His blue eyes glinted, but he didn’t say anything, instead running a hand through his hair roughly to get the snow out of it. The snowflakes fell onto my face, cold and wet, and I scrunched my nose as I turned my head to the side.

           “Bucky!” I breathed. “Please, I surrender, I’m so cold.”

           Bucky’s smile was honey as he got up and pulled me up with him. “Let’s go back inside, then,” he murmured, “and I promise to warm you up real good.”

           I shivered, but this time it wasn’t from the cold. I let him tug me back into the cabin, where he started peeling off my wet clothes as soon as he’d shut the door behind us. He frowned as the fingertips of his flesh hand traced down the curve of my waist and over my hip.

           “Shit, you are cold,” he breathed. I shook my head, clawing at his own clothes to get him as naked as I was.

           “It doesn’t matter,” I mumbled as I freed him of his shirt. “You promised to warm me up, that’s all that matters.”

           With a growl, Bucky discarded the rest of his clothes in a pile on the doormat, and then he held his arms open and I jumped, my arms winding around his neck and my legs locking around his waist as he secured his hands under my thighs. My lips found his, and I kissed him hungrily as he carried me through the cabin to the bedroom. He tossed me playfully onto the bed and I squealed as I bounced back into the pillows, and then he was crawling up the bed to cover my body with his, claiming my mouth in another kiss.

           He kissed me deeply as his flesh hand snaked down my body to press against my core. I moaned into his mouth as he rubbed circles against my clit before dipping two fingers into me. He pumped them in and out at a steady pace, his thumb finding my clit and pressing against it. His lips travelled down my jaw to my throat, where he sucked lightly at my pulse point until my back arched off the mattress in a soft moan, pleasure taking over as the sensations became too much.

           “Good girl,” Bucky murmured as his hand slowed to a stop and his lips returned to mine. I barely had time to register the loss of his fingers inside me before he was burying his length in me. I gasped and he let out a guttural groan as my still-sensitive walls clenched around him.

           This time, there was nothing slow about the way Bucky rolled his hips into mine. It was hard and fast, desperate and hungry, and it didn’t take long before my skin was flushed and a thin sheen of sweat had beaded on my flesh. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, gasps and moans, and the sinful sound of flesh on flesh. Bucky lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to change the angle and I exhaled sharply, hands fisting in the bedsheets.

           It didn’t take long for either of us to reach our climax; we came simultaneously, my walls clenching around Bucky at the same time that he spilled inside me. He threw his head back with a deep groan and I keened as he continued with slow, shallow thrusts until we’d ridden it out.

           We stayed in bed for awhile after, not saying anything and just holding each other. We both knew this was coming to an end, and we wanted to drag it out as long as we could. Eventually, though, we knew it was only a matter of time before Steve and the others got here, and we reluctantly got out of bed.

           “I should check your stitches one last time,” Bucky murmured, and I sat on the edge of the bed as he delicately unwrapped the bandage. He lifted my arm to examine it more closely, and when he was satisfied it was healing, he put a fresh bandage on. “Good to go,” he said, and I gave him a soft smile.

           “Thank you.”

           “Anytime you need me to poke you with a needle, doll, I’ve got you.”

           I wanted to make a joke, but the lump in my throat made it impossible to do anything but nod. I stood, pulling my jumpsuit back on, not wanting to take any clothing that wasn’t mine. I picked up Bucky’s Henley off the floor and held it out to him.

           “Here,” I said, and he shook his head.

           “You keep it,” he murmured, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “It looks better on you, anyway.”

           My heart fluttered, and I pulled it over my head. This time Bucky’s smile was wide as he pulled his sweater on.

           We cleaned up the cabin as best we could, leaving behind virtually no trace of what had taken place here the past couple of days. When everything was back in place, there was nothing left to do but sit and wait. We curled up on the couch, and Bucky’s hand smoothed out my hair.

           “Why don’t you get some sleep, doll,” he suggested softly. “You’re exhausted; I can tell. I’ll wake you up when they get here.”

           I wanted to protest, to stay awake and enjoy the last little bit of time we had here together, but Bucky was warm and I was comfortable and the soft rise and fall of his chest lulled my tired body to sleep faster than I could muster the energy to argue.

           A gentle hand shook my shoulder. “(Y/N), wake up,” Bucky murmured. “They’re here.”

           I groaned and sat up in time to hear the rumble of snowmobiles outside. Bucky took my hand and pulled me up off the couch, and he put the fire out as I laced up my boots. He tossed me his jacket.

           “You’ll freeze without it,” he said before I could protest, and I nodded as I pulled it over my shoulders and zipped it up.

           There were two snowmobiles outside when Bucky opened the door; Steve was on one and Natasha on the other. Steve’s face flooded with relief when he saw that we were both okay.

           “Thank god,” he breathed. “Come on. Tony and Sam are waiting back at the quinjet, but we have to get out of here before HYDRA realizes we’ve come.”

           “Hop on, soldier,” Nat said to Bucky, and I frowned. He looked between her and me and shook his head.

           “You ride with Steve,” he said. “I’ll take (Y/N) on this one.”

           Natasha’s brow furrowed. “Why does it matter –”

           “Just do it.” Bucky’s voice was firm, and Natasha grumbled as she got off the snowmobile and climbed on behind Steve, whose brow was furrowed in confusion. Bucky got onto the snowmobile and motioned for me to get on behind him. I did, securing my arms around his waist.

           “Are we good?” Steve asked, and everyone nodded. He took off, and Bucky looked at me over his shoulder.

           “Hold on tight, doll,” he said, and in response my arms tightened around him. He grinned, and then revved the engine before following Steve.

           The air was bitingly cold as it whipped across my cheeks, and I buried my face against Bucky’s back. I was grateful that he’d given me his jacket; I would have frozen otherwise. The trip to the quinjet was fairly quick; as soon as we approached, a ramp lowered to drive the machines onto the jet. Once inside, I released Bucky and slid stiffly off the snowmobile. Tony and Sam appeared.

           “Oh, good, you’re safe,” Tony said. “Now are we ready to go?”

           Steve nodded. “Yes, let’s get out of here.”

           Everyone headed to the front of the jet, and Bucky and I followed. We buckled in for takeoff, and then Tony had us in the air and on our way back to New York.

           Once the quinjet was in the air and we no longer had to stay buckled in, Bucky got up and headed to the back of the jet. I frowned, and then got up and followed. I found him grabbing a bottle of water from the little fridge.

           “(Y/N), hey,” he said, surprised. I bit my lip.

           “Can we talk?” I asked hesitantly, and he nodded.

           “Of course. Yeah. What’s up?”

           I hesitated, but I had to know so I pushed myself to speak. “Look, I don’t want to be that girl,” I started, “but…things happened back at that cabin, and now that we’re going back to New York, and back to reality…” I swallowed hard. “Where do we go from here, Buck?”

           Bucky was silent for a moment, and I feared I’d made a fool of myself. But then he set his water bottle down and took my face between his hands, backing me against the wall out of view of any lurking eyes, and kissed me dizzy. When he pulled away, his thumbs brushed over my cheekbones.

           “Don’t you remember what I said about São Paulo?” he asked, and I nodded.

           “Yes, but –”

           “But nothing. (Y/N), I have feelings for you. If that story about São Paulo didn’t make that clear, then I would at least hope my actions at the cabin did.” His eyes sparkled. “And if that wasn’t enough, then I’ll say it now; (Y/N), I want to be with you.”

           I bit my lip. My heart was full, but I shook my head. “What do we tell the team…?”

           “Nothing, right now, if you don’t want to,” he said with a shake of his head. “We can tell them, or we can just keep it between ourselves right now. It’s entirely up to you.”

           I was beaming, I was so happy. I knew we would have to tell the team eventually, but right now I liked the idea of keeping Bucky to myself.

           “I’m not ready to share you yet,” I admitted, and he grinned.

           “I’m alright with that. But that just leaves one more question, then.”

           My brow furrowed. “What’s that?”

           He grinned mischievously. “Which one of us is sneaking the other one into their room tonight?”

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[crystalirises]

In Dreams I See You, In Reality You Haunt Me

Today is a good day

For angst

Aka

I want angst and I haven’t been fed in daaaaays.

So... have this.

TW: Sleep Deprivation, Near Death Experiences, Implied Death Experience, and Suicidal Themes (at least in other people's POV)

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/82150489

When he’d asked his grandson to meet him in the ruins of New L’Manburg, he was unprepared for the person he would meet. He stood on top of the glass, eyes cast low to the crater of a country that once was. Red vines had crept along the crevices, consuming the land that they had tried so desperately to get rid of. He’d heard of the red egg, a being that was spreading throughout the land. Though Phil couldn’t find it in himself to care, so long as it left those he loved alone, then he’d let it thrive and consume the Essempy. He was so busy contemplating that he barely even noticed the hurried footsteps of his grandson until Fundy practically ran into him.

Phil flinched away, messy ginger hair and dark circles beneath the eyes reminded him of the last time he’d seen his son. He held Fundy at arms length, the tired fox hybrid blinking profusely like he wasn’t sure there was a person right in front of him. His hair was a tangle of uncombed hair, grayed at the edges with… soot and gunpowder. Fundy eyes were dull, devoid of any life, the dark circles beneath them only seemed to pop out against too pale skin. His clothes were a mess, his usual white shirt covered in dust and black with ash. He was shivering despite the warm sun that reflected off the glass, his black jacket didn’t seem to be able to keep him warm. Phil shrugged off his green cloak, it wasn’t made to keep anyone warm, but if it helped Fundy. He tied it around his grandson’s shoulders, but Fundy didn’t seem to acknowledge him at all. Phil sucked in a breath, smelling cinder and destruction. His grandson looked just like Wilbur now…

“When’s… the last time you slept and took a bath, mate?” Phil chuckled nervously, reluctant to let go of Fundy in case he decided to faint. Fundy jolted at his voice, blinking away his exhaustion, a weary yet confused smile appearing on the fox hybrid’s face. “You look like shit.”

“Huh? Uh no, no sleep. Bath… I… Why am I here? Oh, you wanted to talk to me…” With every word, Phil found himself slowly frowning. Fundy giggled, shaking his head as though to remember why he was there. “I was… I was blowing up my house. I, uh, a demon lives there, ya know? It’s in my dreams, in my house. Wilbur came by one time too, the demon was gone then.”

“Wilbur visited you?” His heart ached, his son really was alive…

“Uh huh, he was… he was standing there… all Wilbur-like.” Fundy let out a yawn, eyes fluttering close for a moment before he flinched, reaching up a hand to slap himself awake. Phil’s eyes widened. Was Fundy… intentionally refusing to sleep? He kept a gentle grip on Fundy’s arm, reaching down to untie the lead that kept Friend from wandering off too far. He didn’t doubt Fundy’s claim that he’d blown up his house, but that meant Fundy didn’t have a place to stay, and he wasn’t about to let his grandson wander off on his own. “Why am I here, Phil? What d—”

“Nothing you have to worry about, mate.” He would want to ask Fundy where Wilbur had gone off to, but he wouldn’t want to upset his grandson. He knew how… Fundy felt about Wilbur. He needed Fundy calm and relaxed, enough to push him into falling asleep. With the lead in one hand and his grandson’s arm in the other, he slowly led his grandson and Friend in the direction of the nether portal. “You’ll need a place to stay… I have a spare bed that you can sleep in—”

“NO!” He nearly fell to the ground in Fundy’s haste to get away from him, the fox hybrid pulling against Phil’s hold. Phil pitied his poor grandson… he wasn’t holding Fundy that strongly but he couldn’t seem to get out of Phil’s hold. “I don’t want to sleep! The demon is waiting to kill me!”

“Fundy, mate, there is no demon. There are no demons, they’re just nightmares, mate. You’re fine! They can’t get you in the dreams.” Fundy had started to cry now, shaking his head so fast that Phil was surprised he wasn’t getting sick. Friend let out a soft baa beside them, nudging Fundy’s leg as it to calm him. “I cannot, as your guardian, let you live while you’re in this state.”

“You don’t understand, I can’t go back in there. I-I can’t go back to that desert wasteland. I can’t, Phil! I can’t!” It was sad to watch, and Phil knew he’d have no choice but to take Fundy back. His grandson could get in a lot of trouble if Phil were to leave him alone. “Grandpa, please!”

“Fundy, you need to sleep. You’re wasting away like this.”

“I don’t need sleep! Wilbur even told me… he told me that if I wanted to keep the demon away that I… that I didn’t need sleep! I’m fine. ‘m fine!” After a few more seconds of struggling, Fundy slumped over, eyelids fluttering close. Phil adjusted his hold, praying for his back before pulling Fundy up into his arms. It wouldn’t be a proper sleep, fainting was different from sleeping, but they’d have to settle on this for now. He glanced over at Friend, the blue sheep giving Phil a baa before walking forward. At least Friend wasn’t trying to make a break for it while Phil was distracted, the poor sheep probably did want to search for Ghostbur… oh, right.

“I’m so sorry, mate.” Friend didn’t look at him, but Phil was sure that the sheep understood why.

He shook his head, he’d have to make sure Fundy got a better sleep schedule once they got home. With his grandson in his arms, and Friend in front of him, Phil started to head back home.

Surely Techno wouldn’t mind seeing his nephew again.

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Techno wiped the sweat off his forehead, his breath coming out in cold puffs of smoke. He leaned against one of the spruce trees, taking a moment to breathe in the air of the arctic, the chill wind blowing through his pink hair. The hair tie must have come loose at some point during his training, he’d have to find it in the snow later on. He sniffed, the icy wind smelt of an incoming blizzard. He’d have to bring Carl inside the stables and collect Steve who’d gone out to go fishing in the nearby ice lake. His gaze turned towards the cabin, smoke coming out from the open window. He could only hope that Phil was cooking and that Fundy hadn’t caused a fire. He wouldn’t blame the poor kid, but it certainly would be exhausting to rebuild the house again.

Speaking of his nephew, Techno’s ear flicked up at the sound of a door creaking open. A familiar fox hybrid sneaked out the door, glancing around before pausing to look in the distance. He followed Fundy’s gaze, unsure if his delirious nephew was looking at Steve or at the ice lake.

He sheathed his sword, heading back towards the cabin. Fundy was very unstable, no matter how hard Phil had tried, Fundy refused to sleep. Techno would have to herd or drag him back inside.

Techno paused at the bottom of the steps, careful to avoid Fundy’s gaze, an easy feat to accomplish for he was too occupied to even notice Techno’s presence. He moved up the stairs, feet gently thumping against the wood, but the noise was enough to cause Fundy to bolt.

He glanced over at Techno, dull brown eyes blown completely wide before Fundy jumped off the side of the patio. Techno rushed forward, but Fundy had jumped down into the small pond. His tail was raised and bristled, his teeth bared at Techno while he let out a low growl. He made a move to jump down, preparing himself for the shock of jumping into ice cold water. Luckily, the water only reached up to his knees. Fundy screamed as he jumped down, running further away.

His heart seemed to freeze in his chest. Fundy was headed towards the ice lake. He raced after him, unclasping his blue cape along the way as it was only extra weight. Fundy was quicker, pouncing past fallen tree logs and rocks. He was determined, Techno gave him that. If only his nephew could put that energy into a hobby that didn’t involve jumping into freezing ice lakes.

“Fundy! Fundy!” Techno chased him down, “Fundy, you don’t know how to swim!”

He didn’t get a response, but Techno expected that. Fundy had reached the edge of the river by this point, pausing to glance back at Techno. “Fundy, get away from the edge. Now. Or else.”

His nephew was shivering. Frost had already formed on his dripping wet clothes.

“Mama.” Techno’s nose scrunched up. He hoped his nephew wasn’t hallucinating him for Wilbur’s wife, whose name he’d never been told for Wilbur was adamant to keep her a secret. Fundy scooted closer to the lake, shaking his head the moment Techno took a few steps forward. The fox hybrid had wrapped his arms around himself, his body aware that he was freezing even if his mind was muddled with sleep deprivation. Techno would have to research more on the topic. Fundy pointed at the lake, tears flowing past his cold cheeks despite his smile. “Mama!”

Fundy tried to jump.

Techno rushed forward, taking Fundy by the arms before setting him on his shoulder.

“Mama!” Fundy squirmed in his grasp, reaching back for the ice lake. Techno huffed, lugging his confused nephew back to the cabin, trying desperately to tune out Fundy’s cries. It hurt to hear.

It did hurt to hear, more than he cared to admit. He headed back to the cabin, waiting for Fundy to tire himself out. It was the only sleep he ever got nowadays, if fainting counted as sleep. He glanced back towards the river, unsure of why Fundy had insisted that his mother was in the lake. Phil hadn’t mentioned hallucinations, but Techno knew the signs. He’d heard them all his life, the voices. Fundy had visions, not voices, or maybe he had both. Techno paused on the way, waiting for Fundy’s breath to lull down. He only continued to head back once he was sure Fundy had passed out. He’d have to find a way to get his nephew to sleep. He’d die if he stayed awake.

Now, if he saw his twin brother, he’ll have to ask why Fundy thought a lake was his mother.

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“I’m not a fucking babysitter, Phil!” It was too late, his dad had flown off before Tommy could curse at him further. He scowled, turning back to his… nephew. Gods, that was so fucking weird.

“Hey, big man. You look shit, you know?” Fundy glanced up at him, the book he’d been reading (though if you’d ask Tommy he was sure that Fundy was just staring at the page) completely forgotten. He sighed, sitting across from Fundy for a moment. It was unsettling - fucking creepy, if you asked him - how Fundy hadn’t stopped staring at him, if anything, he wasn’t sure if Fundy had even blinked once since he’d started staring. “Hey… You know that’s… You okay, Fundy?”

“... Why are you a ghost?”

He felt a chill run down his spine. He traced the scars on his skin, dark forest green eyes flashing in his mind, the stench of decay and blood hitting him in full force. His throat had gone impossibly dry. No one had known of his death, at least, no one had tried to talk to him about it. Fundy wouldn’t… how would he know? “You know you can’t just ask me that kind of question.”

“... How did you die?”

“I did not—” Tommy slammed his hands on the table, the noise startling Fundy. The fox hybrid blinked, mouth agape as if he was only seeing him for the first time. Tommy took a deep breath, counting down from ten before sinking back in his seat. He didn’t remember Fundy being so rude, but then again, he didn’t remember ever seeing Fundy tired. He looked at the dark circles underneath his eyes, wincing at how familiar the look was. “I’m not dead, and I’m not a ghost.”

A clear look was in Fundy’s eyes as he looked at the scars that traced Tommy’s hands.

It disturbed him. Fundy looked aware for the first time since he’d gotten to Phil’s house.

“I can’t sleep.”

“What?” Tommy leaned back against his chair, tilting his head as a bitter smile crossed Fundy’s tired face. He’d known that Fundy was going through some shit, but he didn’t know about what.

“These past few weeks, everytime I close my eyes I could see him.” Fundy curled in on himself, his face buried in his hands. Tommy winced, afraid that Fundy might start sobbing and that he wouldn’t be able to do anything. “I’ve had these nightmares. I can’t sleep because I always wake up in the desert, alone. The van is always there, until it isn’t. Then there are books, and they tell me to wake up. I… I’ve been trying to stay awake but Phil and Techno say that’s not healthy.”

“... They’re right, Fundy, and you know I hate agreeing with Techno of all people.”

“I can’t sleep, Tommy. I won’t.” Tommy didn’t know how long it’s been since Fundy’s had a proper rest, but there’s a reason why Phil had brought him back with him. If Fundy looked like shit now, gods know what he’d looked like when Phil first found him. “He’s waiting for me.”

“Who…?” Tommy frowned.

“The demon.” Fundy paused, and shook his head. “No, not the demon. Wilbur.”

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He’d escaped. Phil was busy in the mines and Techno had been on the cusp of hibernation. He’d had to run from Steve but he’d gotten away from the arctic and back to the Essempy. Fundy walked down Prime Path, a voice whispering into his ear. His dad was calling him, and Fundy really wanted to see him again. The one in the real world, the one in his nightmares terrified him.

He reached the top of the hill, casting his eyes to the right where the walls of L’Manburg were (once were? no, they were right there). His dad said he’d wait for him at the bench. Well, it was Tommy and Tubbo’s bench but his dad said to meet him there. He swayed at the top of the stairs, shaking his head as he turned to look towards the bench. His dad stood by the edge, the sun illuminating the blue of his uniform. He felt something wet run down his cheeks. He reached up, surprised to find that he was crying. Why was he crying when his dad was right in front of him?

“There you are, Fundy.”

“Hi, dad.”

He stood next to his dad, basking in the sun that was setting in the distance. The sky had turned a beautiful mix of orange, purple, and pink. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his dad had taken the time to watch the sunset. He felt an arm snake around his shoulders, keeping him in place. His dad moved forward a bit, Fundy hesitating to follow. His dad hadn’t turned around to face him yet. His tail stopped wagging, his ears pressed to the top of his head. Was his dad angry at him? Had he taken too long to get to his dad? He let out a small whine, but then an arm ruffled his hair. A smile found its way to his lips. Oh. His dad wasn’t mad at him. That’s good, great.

“How’s my little champion?”

“I missed you.” He hesitated, but reached up to hold his dad’s hand. It’s been years, but somehow his hand still looked so small against his dad’s. He laughed nervously, his hold gentle as if afraid that the vision would end. But it wasn’t a vision. “I missed this version of you, dad.”

“Hm… come with me then.”

His dad finally turned around, a kind smile on his face before he turned back to walk forward.

His breath stuttered in his throat, his dad’s hand suddenly slipping from his hold. His dad was walking away, right into the sunset. Fundy could feel his breath quicken, his head heavy with nausea. His dad was leaving him again. His dad was leaving again. But he said Fundy could go with him, didn’t he? He took a step forward to follow after his dad, climbing over the wooden fence that was in his path. He reached out a hand, calling out for his dad… then he was flying.

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He didn’t dare to loosen his grip.

Wilbur breathed through clenched teeth, grasping his son by the arm before willing himself to pull him up. Fundy had fainted, good. Wilbur didn’t want Fundy, his son, to struggle against him.

After a few agonizing seconds, he’d pulled Fundy away from the edge of the cliff.

He held Fundy in his arms, eyes tracing the dark circles beneath Fundy’s eyes. He’d been on a walk down the path when he’d seen his son climbing past the fence. Wilbur couldn’t believe it, but Fundy hadn’t stopped, eager to jump off the edge as quickly as he could. He had been lucky, he’d grabbed just as he fell. He cradled his son in his arms, pressing a kiss to Fundy’s forehead.

“Oh, my little champion…” Wilbur held Fundy closely, “Why would you do that to yourself?”

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Clarification:

I know he's supposed to be at least out of it... but I wanted Fundy to talk to Tommy cause honestly, I want more of their dynamic. It's like a friendship that doesn't seem like it would hold up... but I think if there's two people on the Dream SMP who has suffered to much, it's Tommy and Fundy.

#fundy #philza #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

[midnight0stars]

Hello! I absolutely adored this idea! Goofy to sexy Lea is my absolutely favorite. Not gonna lie, he’s probably one of my favorite characters to write smut for.

Thank you so much for your support and I hope you enjoy!!

**The Show ~ Lea x Fem!Reader NSFW**

Words: 2077

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A long breath slipped out as you leaned against the front door. The golden light of Twilight Town shined through the windows, cascading its warm light over the living room of your shared home with Lea. Your eyes scanned the surprisingly clean room, wondering where Lea was. As far as you knew, he had been off from missions for the day and had been waiting for you to get off work.

“Lea? I’m home!” You called, hearing your voice fill the seemingly empty home. When there was no response, you sighed, taking off your shoes and jacket. “Maybe he got called to a mission last minute.”

You walked past the living room towards the hall, glancing into each room as you passed in hopes of finding your redhead fast asleep or to have him jump out in an attempt to scare you. There was no sign of him as you reached your bedroom, so with a slight slump to your shoulders you went inside, resigning to head to bed early.

Music sprang to life as you pushed open the door. You jumped at the sound, a yelp escaping and eliciting a snicker from your closet.

“Lea…?” You asked, walking into the room and seeing loose rose petals strewn over the floor and the bed spread. The sight brought a smirk to your lips as you also noticed the flickering flames of candles on your nightstands. “Something you want to do tonight, Lea?” You asked, giggling as you added, “A little obvious, don’t you think?”

You were just about to open the closet until Lea cleared his throat.

“Sit on the bed.” He told you, his voice muffled through the door. “Then we can start the show.”

“The show?” Your brow quirked up along with your lips as a grin split across your face. “Sounds exciting.”

“Yeah, well it won’t start until you sit on the bed soo—”

“Fine, fine,” you giggled, hurrying back to the bed and sitting along the edge of it. “I’m ready.”

“Well my lovely lady, prepare for the show of a lifetime.” Lea announced as he pushed open the closet doors and stepped out for you to see.

A snort escaped you, causing your hands to fling over your mouth as you looked him over in his ridiculous getup. His spikes of hair were tied back and hidden under a wool hat. He looked as if he were ready for a blizzard, with a long, thick scarf wrapped around his neck and multiple jackets covering his lean body. The longer you looked, the more you wanted to laugh. It didn’t help that he was smirking confidently as he strutted in front of you.

“Lea,” you couldn’t hold back the laugh in your voice. “What are you wearing?”

“Oh don’t worry,” he assured you as he turned his back to you and tossed away the hat. “It’ll all be off soon.”

You snickered in response, leaning back on the palms of your hands to watch the show. “You goofball.” You whispered fondly.

The music kicked up, the beat matching Lea’s hips as they swayed side to side in an exaggerated fashion that only made it harder to hold back your laugh. He unzipped the largest coat– while singing along to the beat of the music– and slipped the fabric off his shoulders. His head slung back as the jacket crumpled to the floor, allowing his hands to rake through his spikes of hair and undo the tie holding them together.

“Woooo! Yeah, take it off!” You cheered, cupping your hands around your mouth before falling into a giggling fit when he winked over his shoulder at you.

He untied the scarf around his neck, holding it one hand and swinging it over his head as if it were a lasso, before tossing it behind him. You reached out and caught it, holding it close as you watched him take off the second jacket. He spun back around to face you as he shrugged off the coat, leaving him in a thin, button up shirt that clung to his chest.

Your grin merged into a smirk as your eyes roved over him, a certain swell in your gut making your fingers ache to feel his skin against yours. His bright, intense gaze bore into you and when your eyes met back with his, it caused your breath to catch in your throat. A similar smirk to your own curved his lips as his hands slid down towards his hips that were swaying much more subtle than before. His fingers undid the metal belt buckle and you couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his pants just below. Your grip around the scarf tightened in your lap as you averted your gaze.

“What’s the matter?” Lea asked, drawing your eyes back forward to see him leaned forward, his face merely inches from yours. His smirk grew as your cheeks warmed. “Aren’t you enjoying the show?”

You swallowed as you nodded shortly. “I’m still trying to figure out when it switched from being ridiculous to sexy.”

Lea chuckled, “Yeah, I do have a knack for that, don’t I?”

He grabbed your shoulder, gently pushing you back onto the back before he climbed on top and straddled you. His fingers undid the buttons to his shirt agonizingly slow.

“I would have thought you’d have that memorized by now.” He told you, getting a soft, breathy laugh in response.

“Sometimes I could use a reminder.” You replied, your hands sliding up his legs until he gripped your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Nu-uh,” he told you, his smirk growing at your huff. “You don’t get to do anything till I say you can.”

Your brow quirked up. “Oh really? Didn’t realize there were rules to this show.”

“Try it again and I’ll have no choice but to tie you up.” He explained, holding up his scarf with one of his fingers.

“You wouldn’t,” you gasped, your heart’s rate picking up at the thought.

“Try me,” he goaded, making your breath catch as he sat back up straight and continued unbuttoning his shirt.

You kept your hands up above your head, following orders as you resigned to watching him undress. His clothed cock rubbed against your stomach and you struggled not to grind your hips against him. Your breath quickened as the shirt was pulled off completely. The faded scars were raised over his toned skin. The indents of his muscles contracted as he breathed in deeply, and your fingers twitched with need to trace them. Your eyes lifted back to his, seeing them staring right back at you.

He leaned over you, tracing the tip of his nose along your jawline then down your neck. His hands snaked under your shirt, pushing up the fabric past your breasts just in time for his lips to kiss between them. You whined, biting your lip at the fleeting sensation that caused a wave of tingles to rush through you.

“Th-That’s not fair.” You objected, your voice cracking when his hands squeezed your breasts. “You can do whatever you want, but I-I can’t?”

He chuckled as he slid off the bed while his lips continued to feather kisses down your stomach.

“Tell you what–” he said between kisses, before standing back up straight and undoing the latch to his pants. “–Next time you can put on a show and call all the shots.”

You smirked as your eyes drifted towards his cock that became freed as he pulled down his pants and boxers in a single motion. There wasn’t much of a chance to admire it as he climbed back over you, straddling your hips. His fingers gripped your chin as he leaned down and met your lips together.

You whimpered into the kiss, completely at his whims. As the kiss broke, your eyes danced over his face while your lips spread into a grin. “Deal.”

He met your grin, kissing you shortly before asking with a whisper. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” you confessed without hesitation.

He groaned as he kissed along your jawline to your neck. “Do you want to touch me?” He asked against your skin.

You whined, your fingers twitching. “Yes,” you admitted.

“Then do it.” He gave permission as he sat back up.

Without needing a second invitation, you sat up and slid your hand behind his neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. His breath caught, but he quickly met your intensity as his arm wrapped around your back. Your free hand traced down his chest, memorizing the indents of his muscles. The liplock broke with a sharp moan as your hand wrapped around his cock. Lea’s head slung back as your lips feathered his chest, eliciting short cries of pleasure as your hand pumped along his shaft.

His fingers laced in your hair, tugging back your head before your lips crashed together. Lea moaned freely in your mouth, your tongues sloppily, needily meeting together as you continued to pleasure him. Wrapping your other arm around his back, you rolled both of you over. The kiss broke with a gasp as Lea realized he was on his back with you over him. His surprise quickly melted away into a smirk as he watched you stand up and take off your pants. The fabric was kicked away along with your panties before you climbed back on top of him.

Gripping the bottom of your shirt, you pulled it off over your head, watching Lea’s eyes rove over you as his hands slid along your hips to your waist. He sat up, his hands easily unclasping your bra behind your back and tossing it aside. Both of you gazed into the others’ eyes, a hunger and desire that was begging to be released.

“Fuck me, Lea.” You told him, your heart jumping at the grin he gave you in response.

His hand slid behind your neck, pulling you close and crashing your lips together just as he slid his cock inside of you. A sharp cry escaped you, one of pleasure and surprise, but Lea didn’t break the kiss. His tongue danced against your own, melting you completely as his hips met with yours. He remained deep inside of you, your bodies already pressed close together as your hips grinded against the other. The sensation sent both of you wild as moans filled the room, completely covering the music that had continued to play in the background.

Your head slung back for a breath, allowing Lea to kiss and suckle along the curve of your neck. His arms were tightly wound around you, keeping your bodies pressed up against the other as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

The coil inside of you snapped first as your fingers dug into his back and your back arched. Your voice cried out his name, begging him not to stop– not that he ever would until he was sure you were spent.

Pulses of overwhelming pleasure coursed through you, causing the slightest movement to bring you even higher. Lea groaned against your neck, feeling you tense and convulse in his arms as he continued going faster and faster, until he burst.

His voice broke, his eyes shut tight as he moaned out your name. You could feel him coming inside of you, his cock twitching and muscles trembling as the climax washed through him. He fell back onto the bed once he was spent, his arm slung over his eyes as he struggled to take in a full breath. You rested on top of him, your head along his chest, listening to his racing heartbeat as his hand traced along your back.

You looked around the bedroom with half lidded eyes, still able to see the rose petals and melting candlelight that had been strewn around the room. The sight brought a soft smile to your lips as your exhausted eyes slid closed.

“Have you been planning this a while?” You asked with a soft, whisper.

Lea hummed, “It’s possible.”

You giggled, kissing his chest. “Well, I loved it…”

“It’s your turn to do a show next time.” He mumbled.

With a soft huff of amusement, you replied, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to live up to this.”

“You’ll figure something out, I’m sure.” He assured you.

With another giggle, you nuzzled further against his chest. “I guess we’ll have to see.”

#Axel/Lea #Kingdom Hearts Smut

[spell-cleaver]

DAY 5: WHUMPTOBER: Where Do You Think You’re Going? - Rescue @whumptober2020​ 

DAY 9: WHUMPTOBER: For The Greater Good - “Run!”

and

DAY 10: WHUMPTOBER: They Look So Pretty When They Bleed - Trail of Blood

Spell’s October Writing Aims

Another one set in The Pirate Son AU! I’ve written this to cover three prompts, for days 5, 9 and 10, which is why it’s longer; I’ll be reblogging it on those days!

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The letter was clear.

I have your comrades, Skywalker.

Come to me on the island of Bespin. For every sunrise that you do not, I will slit one of their throats. Their blood will be on your hands.

Stop running. Stand and face me. It is time to meet your destiny.

Luke knew who that note was from—if the method of delivery wasn’t clear enough. A burnt rowboat from one of the captured Rebel ships, empty of evacuees, holding only a chest with an envelope with an ultimatum.

And Luke knew he had no choice.

So here he was.

Bespin was a tiny island in waters half-frozen in winter, not too far from Hoth, where Vader and Luke had last faced each other. Luke was sure that his father—his father, he still couldn’t believe what Obi-Wan had told him, the man hunting him so ruthlessly was his father—was waiting for him eagerly, wrapped up warm against the cold, while Luke’s Rebel compatriots were left to shiver and possibly die in it.

So he came as fast as he could.

They sailed like the wind from the moment they received the message, until Bespin was a faint smudge on the horizon. The midday sun blazed down on the water and made Luke’s eyes hurt. The Imperials on the island had no doubt seen the ship by now, but it wouldn’t go any closer than that; Luke grasped Wedge’s hand, exchanged a grim look with him, then they tossed the rowboat over the side and Luke climbed down the rope ladder.

He had his sword. He had a knapsack—of rations, of supplies, even a spyglass. But nothing important, nothing they could risk falling into Vader’s hands. And he had the oars.

He rowed to the island under the cold sun, eyes almost fully closed against the glare, then he hit the sand, grimacing. He climbed out, spent a few minutes of exertion to pull the rowboat above the high tide mark—he didn’t trust that Vader would supply his friends with transport off the island, if indeed he let them go at all—then went on his merry way.

The sand ground against his feet where it slipped into his sodden boots, but he kept trudging forwards, into the woods beyond the beach. There was a faint path that he followed, towards a ramshackle building atop a hill on that island; when he climbed onto a rock, he caught a glimpse of a pale face watching him ascend from out one of the windows.

Then he reached the house, its fine gardens, and realised it was an old manor. It looked familiar, in a way he couldn’t quite place; perhaps it had been built by Alderaanian settlers, since the architecture resembled what he’d seen when he visited there.

But that wasn’t what was important.

What was important was that in the gardens stood Vader, with five people kneeling blindfolded at his feet. Wes, Hobbie, and a few others from that ship Luke hadn’t known personally.

Luke stepped forward, carefully, hand on the hilt of his sword. White-armoured troopers parted to let him through, and guard the perimeter of the garden; Luke took the chance to observe the battleground.

A large garden, paved in cracked stone slabs, arranged in rings around a central fountain, in front of which the prisoners were kneeling. The wind blew hard and the white flowers planted in every bed blew with them, littering the ground with petals like confetti at a wedding.

Or a funeral.

“Skywalker,” Vader’s voice boomed, and Luke flinched. He wasn’t ready for this. He wasn’t ready to face his father.

But he was here. He was here, and his friends needed him.

This was a poor rescue, but it was a rescue all the same.

He raised his voice. “I’m here, Vader!” he shouted. “Let them go!”

Except, now… He saw blood staining the cracked grey paving slabs, he saw blood splashed over the side of the fountain. He saw—

“I came before dawn,” he said. “I came within the day. And you already started killing?”

Vader said, “Darklighter made a nuisance of himself. Do not make a nuisance of yourself, or the others might share his fate.”

Luke wanted to be sick. The water in that fountain wasn’t running, and now he could see that the basin was an unsettling pink. There was a trail of blood across the stones.

He said, “These are not the terms I agreed to come on.”

“And yet you have come. That is what is important.”

Luke drew his sword.

All the troopers tensed—suddenly there were dozens of pistols trained on him, from the windows of the manor and the edges of the garden, but Vader made a lazy gesture with his hand, drawing his own massive sword in the same fluid motion. “Is this how you want this to go, Luke?” he asked.

He hated hearing his father say his name like that.

He hated the possessiveness curled around that one syllable.

“Let them go, now, and it doesn’t have to,” Luke said.

“And if I don’t, you’ll challenge me with my own blade?”

Luke’s sword—his father’s sword, that was right—trembled in his grip. “It’s just a tool,” he said. “You made it well. And it’s all I have.”

“I am willing to give you much more.”

Luke set his jaw. “I don’t want it. Let them go.”

Vader said, stepping away from the prisoners, “No.”

He arced his blade up and down so fast that Luke nearly lost his footing in the scramble to get there, the blade crashing off and away from his crewmate, who stood staring at him with wide eyes. Vader pressed against Luke’s blade for a moment and Luke held it, already tired from the walk up the hill—then Vader disengaged, and took a step back.

“Not unimpressive,” he praised. “Not—”

Luke slashed out, two steps forwards, then leapt onto the lip of the fountain so he could regain some extra height. Vader scoffed as he saw and slashed low.

Careful, careful strokes. Like a dance. Like his father wanted to see what he was made of, but didn’t want to hurt him.

His father had already hurt him.

Luke slowly crept back, watching Vader. He was tall, monstrous and masked, but he could feel his intent gaze on every twitch of Luke’s muscles, every rasp of his breath. Luke’s hand was wrapped so tightly around the grip of the sword it ached.

The wind blew again. A blizzard of petals blew with it.

Then suddenly Vader was there, slashing down out of the cloud and Luke screamed; threw himself back, shouted. The tip of Vader’s sword carved a shallow furrow from his hip to his heart, blood stinging and staining his damp shirt, spurting to splatter on the blustering petals. Another strike; Luke caught it on his blade and tried to parry but it forced him back, back—

A fist: Vader backhanded him, fiercely, and pain exploded along his face.

His foot went in the fountain and he went down.

Blood pinked the water. His nose burst red like a ripe berry, his eyes blurred and blinked; he scrambled to his feet, gasping and spitting, and flung himself out the other side, until the statue in the fountain stood between him and his father. He could hear distant laughter.

“Stop fighting, Luke,” Vader said. They both skirted the fountain, keeping it between them, Vader following in Luke’s wet, bloody footsteps. “I do not want to hurt you.”

Luke wanted to flush, wanted to scream, wanted to cry—this was not how this was meant to go. But it was going, and he needed—to—adapt—

He reached his friends, ripped off his blindfolds and slashed through their bindings. “Run,” he said. “Hobbie, Wes, run—”

They took one look at him, tried to protest, then he promised, “I’ll be right behind you.”

And they ran.

“Was that wise, Luke?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin.

He’d stopped for too long. His friends were gone—and his father was right behind him.

He pivoted on his foot, slashing blindly—and Vader was expecting it. He caught the movement with his blade and twisted, until Luke cried out and his sword clattered to the floor.

Vader bent down to pick it up. “This is my blade,” he observed bitterly. “Obi-Wan has stolen so much from me.” He turned his gaze on his son. “But you were by far the more precious thing.”

Luke was trembling. He was soaked to the bone, in pain, and cold. He was shaking so hard he thought he might fall over any moment.

At least his friends had escaped, he thought to himself. At least—at least they were running—

He heard the distant sounds of pistols.

Ten shots, perhaps, then silence.

Smoke rose over the garden.

No.

Vader sheathed his sword. “I am sorry, Luke,” he said. “I could not allow them to return with news of what occurred here.”

“What—” Luke got out. “Why are you like this?”

“I have missed you, Luke.”

Instead of replying, Luke raised a finger to his face. His lip was split. His nose wept blood. His eyes saw through a translucent scarlet haze.

“Luke?” Vader laid his hand on his cheek. “Stop fighting, my son. You must—”

Luke’s legs collapsed from under him. When he opened his eyes again, his cheek was to the dirty stone slabs and his father was kneeling before him.

“Luke, it will be alright. This is not the fate you think it is. You need resist it no longer.” Words washed over him and he thought he heard the seagulls of his hometown caw. “Rest, now. You will know to join me when you wake.”

A black-gloved hand went over his eyes and Luke knew no more.

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A/N: This is a gift for my dearest friend @some-piece​ ! She requested a self insert with Zoro, I hope you enjoy this love, I made it extra spicy to suit your exquisite taste also hope you appreciate the pun I made whilst naming the fic

Wishing you a merry early Christmas!!! 

Summary: Bas gets a bit too excited when she sees snow after a while, she decides to go on her own when Zoro decides it’s too “childish” . 

Genre: Romance/Lemon (aka ns.fw) sin sin sin 

Word Count: 1619 k

Warnings: Oral(receiving) , fingering, teasing 

Prompt: Snow

When Bas excitedly stared out the window, gazing upon the snow like a child, Zoro dismissed it. 

When Bas said that she hadn’t seen snow for so long and that it was beautiful, Zoro ignored it. 

When Bas pouted and said that she wanted to go outside, Zoro shrugged it off as her just being too excited. 

Because there was no way she would want to go out into the freezing cold when they could just cuddle in front of the fireplace, right? 

Right?!

Zoro called out to her from the kitchen maybe once or twice, he had made ramen, which was not as fancy looking as the ones Law made but he digressed. When there was no reply, he went to the living room grumbling that she never listened to him, he readied himself to scold her but that’s when he realized;  

There was no one to scold. 

Panic bubbling up inside of him he quickly went to the front door. Sneakers gone. Snow boots untouched. Zoro’s heart was beating so fast that he could practically feel it banging against his ribcage, what was she thinking? It wasn’t like this was just harmless snow, the news has been saying over and over again that there was a huge snow storm coming towards them, this was literally the reason why Law had to stay at the hospital. How on earth could someone be so reckless? 

Quickly Zoro put on his jacket and boots, because who the hell would go into the snow with sneakers?, he quickly left the house. 

He hissed when the cold hit his warm skin but he couldn’t really think about that right now as a million of worse case scenarios flooded his head. Bas would certainly fall, there was no way she wasn’t going to slip. What if she hurt herself? Law would never let him hear the end of it. What if...what if…

What if he couldn’t find her? 

That’s when something hit him in the neck, it was cold, it was hard. It felt almost as big as his fist. Then the thing hit him again, this time in the back. Clenching his teeth he turned to face his attacker but there was no one there. 

This time the thing hit him in the face. 

Now more annoyed than anything, Zoro charged towards the location he assumed the person was. With an unnecessary loud war cry, he jumped and with hands in front, tackled them. They both fell to the ground, grunting, Zoro quickly grabbed the person from the arms and pinned them to the ground. Glaring, he gazed upon their face. 

“...Bas?” he asked, his eyebrows raising. 

“Yes you idiot, who else!?” Bas shouted with a grimace. “Get off of me, you’re on my bad leg!” 

Feeling both relief and worry, Zoro quickly got off of her, Bas groaned as she lifted herself up and placed both hands on her knee, massaging the damaged joint. She glared at Zoro. 

“Just who did you think you were attacking?” 

“You’re the one who ran into a blizzard!” Zoro retaliated, crossing his arms in front of him. “Besides I got worried, who goes off into the snow with sneakers?” 

“They're easier to wear.” Bas said, averting her eyes. 

Zoro sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Can you stand?” he asked, Bas could hear the hints of worry in his voice. 

“I mean...I could, but it would hurt. A lot.” 

Knowing that despite what she said, she would try to get up, Zoro acted before her and picked her up in his arms. A faint blush appeared on Bas’s cheeks as she went quiet. Normally Zoro would tease her but knowing that she was in pain, he quickly began to walk home. 

“Our house is in the other direction.” 

Bas wasn't going to lie, being pampered by her guilty boyfriend was just amazing. As soon as they entered the house Zoro had laid her on the bed, put a pillow under her bad knee and brought her tea. It was amazing. 

When Zoro finally took his place next to her, he was still pouting. Bas sighed as a smile spread across her lips, she gently placed her hand on his cheek and stroked it. When Zoro gave her a look filled with guilt, needless to say her heart broke. 

“I’m okay,” she whispered. “It’s not like you broke my leg.” 

“I should’ve been more careful,” he grumbled. “I was trying to save you and I ended up hurting you.” 

“I mean it wouldn’t be the first time.” Bas said, giggling. 

Zoro gave her a dirty look, still chuckling, she raised her hands in a sign of defeat as a plan formed in her head. 

“Fine fine, look if you feel so guilty I do know a way you can make it up to me.” 

Zoro raised an eyebrow to that, he didn’t trust the mischievous glint in her eyes. Bas’s grin grew wider, Law wasn’t here, that was a bummer but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun together and since Zoro felt so guilty there was no reason not to nudge him in the right direction. Slowly she spread her legs open, Zoro’s eyes traveled from her face to her legs, a devilish smirk spread out across his own lips as he started to slowly catch on. 

Without saying a word, Zoro climbed between Bas’s legs, he was careful not to move the injured one as he shimmed her pants down. Before he dipped down into her heat, Zoro rolled up her shirt, revealing her breasts. Bas took in a sharp breath when the cold air of the room hit her bare chest. Zoro raised an eyebrow. 

“You went into the storm without a bra?”

“You know well that I’m against them.” 

His hands traveled up to her breast, kneading the soft mounds. Slowly he began to play with her nipples. As his fingers moved, Bas let out a series of baffled whimpers, her nipples starting to get hard. Giving them a little pinch Bas reacted by letting out a squeal, her cheeks now bright red. After that her nipples got even harder.

“I think I’m against them too.” 

Soft moans escaping her, Bas couldn’t reply to his remark. She could only focus on his calloused hands on her breasts, it made her mind feel hazy. Zoro pinched her nipples again, this time her reaction was louder. He pinched them over and over, rolling them between his fingers, it made Bas yelp. The sensation was making her go crazy, over and over he pinched and pulled her nipples, occasionally pushing them in. 

After that his attention was now directed to her nether regions, Zoro stopped playing with her nips and grabbed her thighs, spreading her further apart, he dipped down into her cunt. 

Bas let out a shriek when his lips touched the folds of her pussy. 

“That was a nice sound.” he hummed. 

Bas could feel his tongue on her soaking cunt. She yelped again at the sudden sensation, this seemed to edge him on further. He pushed in the muscle. Over and over Bas felt his wet warmth sliding against her’s. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter everytime his tongue grazed her. It made her whole body spasm and burn hot. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of moans, slurps and heavy breathing. 

Bas’s pussy twitched as Zoro’s tongue dove deeper inside of her, his warm wet tongue now inside her. She flinched at the sudden sensation. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, his voice muffled. 

His teasing was followed by his tongue pushing deeper inside her, Bas could feel him wriggling around in her pussy, it felt so good that it made her hips buck wanting more. 

“Looks like you are.” Zoro answered, smirking against her arousal. 

He slid his tongue in and out of her, making slurping sounds as he licked up her fluids. One hand came up to her clit, starting to rub the bundle of nerves, thrusting his tongue as he did so. Loud, throaty moans left Bas as he pinched and pulled her clit. The sensation was just too much for her. Bas screamed his name when his mouth closed around her clit, sucking it hard and twirling his tongue around it. 

Bas placed her hand on the back of his head, scratching his scalp and pulling at his soft green hair. She was so close, heat built up inside of her as Zoro easily slid two fingers. He continued to suck on the sensitive nub and thrust his fingers in and out of her. Zoro curled up her fingers and pressed the tip on to the spongy spot inside of her, Bas shouted his name between gritted teeth. Knowing her body like the back of his hand, he continued to graze his fingers against the same spot over and over again until she was sent over the edge. 

Bas could swear that she saw stars when she came. Her toes curled up, and her hand pushed his face further into her pussy. Zoro continued to suck and lick her clit as she came all over his face. When Bas managed to come down from her high, her grip on Zoro’s head went soft and he looked up to her. She glanced down, still breathless, seeing that Zoro’s mouth and chin were glistening with Bas’s sticky fluids. 

“Consider yourself forgiven.” Bas breathed out, still panting. 

“And here I thought you two would be heartbroken because I couldn’t make it home.” 

Both Zoro and Bas jumped at the voice, both of their eyes going to the door they saw Law, smirking, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed in front of him. 

“Welcome back?” Bas said nervously smiling. 

“How long have you been there?” Zoro asked, also a tad bit nervous. 

“Long enough to know that I have a problem that needs to be taken care of.” 

Both Bas and Zoro grinned as Law made his way towards the bed. 

#one piece #roronoa zoro #self insert #zoro #christmas event #2020 christmas event #christmas prompts #a gift for you event #demonetized #sin #one piece imagine

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One Morning (Part 1/2)

Part 2

Pairing: (Post Azkaban) Sirius Black x reader (I tried to write it without a gender or skin colour or size in mind, but sorry if I have moments where it slipped)

Warnings: a small amount of angst? 2261 words? None really I think. 

Summary: On a calm morning you wake up to a shoking newspaper, and when memories flood your mind, you decide to take action. 

Note: This is for @im-a-writer-right​‘s 2k followers writing challenge! Congratulations! None of the prompts I chose are in this but they’re going to be in part 2 when i write that one. If anyone has any feedback, please write a comment or send me a message, I appriciate it all! Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language and the time is currently 2345

PS. I have used a part from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, chapter 3. I do not own the rights to this, I merely use it for the purpose of this fanfiction. All the credit for this passage goes to J.K. Rowling. Please dont sue me. 

The dust was sparkeling like little stars in the morning light as you lied in the soft bed. You slowly awakened with your cat, Freya, coming closer to you before she cuddled against your duvet cover. With eyes closed you petted her soft fur with a tired hand as she purred in content. The moment passed and you got up from the covers, much to Freya’s displeasure. With slow steps you made your way to the small kicthen to pour yourself a glass of water, which you drank while you looked at the little street from your flat. The café opposite your building was opening up, already with a few customers at the tables outside. The weather was wonderful, not to hot with a light breeze. The people at the café were wearing overcoats and scarfs but nevertheless looked incredibly comfortable and cozy in the august weather. Freya jumped up on the counter and sat almost next to you, looking at the street too as if she understood it all. Maybe she did.

You became starteled when your small transformer owl, Hermod, jumped inside from the window you were just looking out of. Freya jumped down from the counter and found a sunny and warm spot in the living room where she lied down for a morning nap. She had been playing and exploring the flat the night before, so she was probably tired. You smiled to yourself before you turned your attention to Hermod, who carried a copy of The Daily Prophet and a letter.

‘Thank you, Hermod,’ you said as you took the post from him and gave him a little snack as pay for his work. He was a very small owl, as transformer owls are, but he did a great job for his size. He was hard to catch, small, and fast – and insanely cute. Hermod hopped away while you looked at the front page of The Daily Prophet. It was the first time you had read it in a couple of weeks because your work for The Order had taken up your time. You absolutely knew how essential it was that you followed the news and how the ministry dealt with everything. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the headline you were faced with:

BLACK STILL AT LARGE Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner to ever be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. ‘We are doing all we can to recapture Black,’ said the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, ‘and we beg the magical community to remain calm.’ Fudge has been critisied by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. ‘Well, really, I had to, don’t you know,’ said an irritated Fudge. ‘Black is mad. He’s a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Minister’s assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black’s true identity to anyone. And let’s face it – who’d believe him if he did?’ While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand which Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

Your breath came to a stop when you had processed every last word. You stared into the air, not really seeing what was happening in front of you. Freya had noticed the silence and made her way back to the counter. She was purring loudly as she stroked your arm with her body. But you hardly noticed. A blizzard of thoughts ran through your mind. Memories, feelings. Everything that you had long ago hidden in the corners of your mind rushed up as if a tornado raged in your head.

Your trance was awaked by the sound of the parchment letter hitting the hard kitchen floor. Freya looked innocently at the letter and back at you as if she tried to convince you that she wasn’t to blame, although you knew differently. Still unsetteled, you stroked her fur as you unfolded the letter with shaky hands. You recognised the handwriting as your good friend Remus’s.

Hello Y/N, I’m sure that you’ve read the news – can we meet soon to talk about it? I’m sure we could both use it. All the best, Remus Lupin.

You put the letter down in front of you, on top of the newspaper. Freya looked concerned at you and you could hear Hermod from the other room, also sounding concerned abour the sudden silence that fell over the flat.

‘Don’t worry, Honey,’ you whispered as you petted Freya. She closed her eyes and the concerned look on her furry face changed into one of love and enjoyment as she purred in delight. Hermod stopped his complaining and went on to enjoy the snack you had rewarded him. While you were standing in the kitchen with a million different thoughts racing through your mind, one certain memory took the front seat.

The sun was setting in the distance, way behind the mountains and forests. Sirius’s arm was resting around your shoulder as you rested your head against his own shoulder. Tired from the exams and the circus that was school the two of you had gone outside to relax in the calming presence of each other. It was the last year and everyone knew that Voldemort was rising and that it, sooner or later, would lead to some kind of a war. Everyone knew that there would be losses, great ones. Painful ones. But for that moment there was bliss. A breeze russteled Sirius’s hair and you nuzzeled closer to him. He sighed a tired sigh and closed his eyes in an effort to enjoy nothing but your body against his own. Something he enjoyed greatly, but knew there wouldn’t be much time for when you finished your time at Hogwarts and were forced to face the brutality of the real world.

‘Are you ok?’ he asked in a quiet whisper, as if it pained him to speak the words. You turned to face him and were met by a concerned but yet caring face. You smiled sadly at the question and turned to look back upon the landscape. The quiet water. The still mountains. Absolutely unbothered by the ongoing conflicts in the world and only slightly disturbed by the breezes.

‘I honestly don’t know. I’m anxious and I feel like I’m waiting for something. But I don’t know what it is that I’m waiting for,’ you said quietly. Sirius leaned closer to you and kissed the top of your head, gaining a small smile from you.

‘Whatever happens Y/N,’ he started and paused. Once again you turned to face him. He looked at you with worry in his eyes before he finished his sentence; ‘I will always love you.’

You finally decided on what to do; first things first you went to the bedroom and found a piece of parchment and a quill.

Hello Remus, I’m going to his house. You know where. Y/N.

Hermod was had long ago finished the piece of meat when you entered the living room of the flat with the small letter in your hand. He knew what he had to do and without protesting let you. You instructed him to fly to the Burrow when he had done his duty, and when the letter was fastened securely, Hermod flew out of the open window. Quietly you followed him with your eyes before he was nothing but a black spot far away.

You yourself got dressed in a loose, white dress shirt and some black trousers. The august weather was still colder than what was preferable, so you put on a scarf that Molly had knitted for you years ago, along with a dark brown coat. You packed a bag of necessities before you went sat down in the couch next to where Freya was resting peacefully. She raised her head when the couch was weighed down by you. The cat carrier bag was placed next to you and Freya knew what she had to do.

‘I’m sorry, I know you don’t like it, but I don’t want to leave you alone,’ you quietly said as Freya made herself comfortable in the carrier. She sounded a little meow as an answer to your remark. You stood up, bags in hand and over your shoulder. A small checklist was crossed in your head as you made sure that you had everything you needed. A loud noise sounded and soon you appeared on Grimmauld Place. The slight breezes were still present. You looked around and before you was 11 and 13. In the cracks of the pavement small flower weeds grew in yellow and purple colours. You picked a couple, gathering a small bouquet. With a quick movement of your wand, number 12 appeared between 11 and 13 – an apparent mistake the muggles merely laughed at.

The house stoof before you. Suddenly you were filled with dread although you knew that Walburga and her husband were long gone. You had only visited Grimmauld Place 12 once or twice, but the house’s energy was comepletely off. Everyone could feel it radiating evil, and not having been there in ages you felt as if it was stronger than ever. Whether it was the impacts of the words from The Daily Prophet, or your own imagination and feelings tricking you, you didn’t quite know.

‘Here we go,’ you whispered to yourself as you took the steps towards the door you opened slowly.

The scent that immidiately hit your face as you closed the door was both recogniseble and not. The few memories you had of the place filled the screen in your head. As you looked around, you noticed how the dust was flying in the room in which you had entered. Paintings had been covered up. Bookshelves looked as if they were going to break the moment somebody touched them. You sat down the bag and Freya when you noticed a piece of parchment on a credenza. It was yellowed – old.

Calla,

A big smile formed on your face and a warmth spread in your heart when you read the first word. The nickname he had given you when you were still at Hogwarts.

You walked into the Gryfindor common room with a glass of water and flowers in it. Careful not to spill it, you made your way around the furniture. The room was empty for people, everyone being at Hogsmeade and the first and second years yet at brunch. You had snuck outside for a moment of peace before the castle would vibrate with curious 11 and 12 year olds, who still had loads to explore.

‘Calla,’ you heard a familiar voice say when you reached the entrance to the girl dormitory. You turned your head around and saw Sirius Black standing at a window.

‘What?’ you asked confused. You knew him – not well, but enough to know the very basics. His group of friends, James, Peter, Remus, and he himself, was well known. Especially in the Gryfindor house. Your best friend Lily always talked about how irritating James and his friends were. But even though you were only thirteen, you could hear that even though Lily found James incredibly annoying, she also at times enjoyed his company.

‘The name of the flowers,’ Sirius answered. You looked at the flowers. They were like small glasses or cups, mixes of pink and white with strong, dark green stems. Beautiful and robust, you thought to yourself.

‘I find them quite beautiful, thought I’d put them on my desk and enjoy them until they wither,’ you said and again turned to look at Sirius. He walked closer to you. You weren’t shy around him, although you did find him very handsome.

‘Do you know what the Greek meaning of “calla” is?’ he asked. You shook your head.

‘No, I don’t,’ you answered. Sirius smiled and walked close enough to smell the flowers.

‘Then I’ll let you figure it out on your own,’ he said and walked out of the common room.

Confused and wondering you made your way up the stairs to your dorm. The flowers looked refreshing on the wooden desk and although they didn’t survive too long, you enjoyed them while they lasted. A week later you asked Professor McGonagall if she knew the Greek meaning of “Calla”.

‘Most beautiful, if I remember correctly.’ She answered.

And you didn’t sleep for a week.

I figured you’d be the first one to come here. Nobody knows about this place – only the Order, as you probably remember. Is the order still active? I hope it is – at least, it should be. I’m in Hogsmead. I won’t be more precise than that in case anyone else reads this. You will recognise me when you see me. Love, Sirius Orion Black.

You turned to look at Freya, who was lying in the carrier with her eyes open as if she analysed your every movement. You walked back to her and petted her calmly.

‘Sorry girl, I have to do it again. I know you don’t like it, but I promise it’ll be the last time for a while.’ You said as you picked her carrier and your packed bag up again. The small bouquet of flowers was in your hand and before you could count to three, you were in Hogsmeade.

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