#m'alright...!

[0aurelion-sol0]

Well ?! 👀

I'm not mad at all of this! 😗

#not bad st not bad #good teases here & there #m'alright...! #stranger things #st5 #stranger things season 5 #stranger things 5 #st the first shadow #stranger things: the first shadow #will byers #the upside down #the demogorgon #henry creel #demobats #demogorgon #mind flayer #the mind flayer #william byers #william jacob byers #stranger things five #stranger things season five #st season 5 #the first shadow #st day #st day 2023 #stranger things day #stranger things day 2023

[chocosnowflake0]

I looked at my first drawings on this fandom, i cringged and tried to remake at last my lamb/nari concepts - here the wip

here each of them ;

i wanted to add the god!lamb but ig i will be doing that tomorrow prolly !!!

extra, lamb sketches

m'alright, thats all for today <3

#cult of the lamb #cotl fanart #cotl lamb #cotl narinder #cotl #fanart #myart #hotcocoasan #still sketches #lineart is my e n e m y

[my-castles-crumbling]

anger born of worry - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 219

"What the fuck, Sirius?" Remus burst out as he pushed his way into the Hospital Wing, ignoring the protests of Madame Pomfrey.

Sirius, who currently was propped up on six pillows and looked a bit out of it, murmured, "Wassa'matter, Moony? M'alright."

"Alright? You-you're-!" Remus stuttered, cutting himself off in anger, gesturing hopelessly at Sirius's condition. "You're broken!" he choked out, emotions suddenly overcoming his anger and tears threatening to fall over his eyelashes.

"Thanks, mum," Sirius smirked, but he reached for Remus and the taller boy gripped his hand so firmly that he worried he was hurting Sirius. "Moons. M'fine. Fixed in a blink, don't worry."

"Fuck. I always worry, Sirius," Remus sighed, meeting the gray eyes that never failed to make him melt.

"Same," Sirius shrugged. "'Least it's me in here f'r once."

And Remus contemplated that, thinking about the countless times he, himself, had awoken in those starched sheets. "I didn't realize it felt so..." he trailed off, feeling incredibly guilty. Not that he could help it. He wasn't the one asking Prongs to send Reducto at him 'for science.' But still..

"Remus," Sirius murmured, sounding clearer. "Stop feeling guilty. I can see it in your eyes. I just...I wanted you to know that I care. Too."

And that did funny things to Remus's stomach.

#marauders #harry potter #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #the marauders #the marauders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #the marauders fandom #sirius and remus #remus john lupin #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius x remus #remus loves sirius #remus lupin and sirius black #sirius being sirius #sirius black #sirius orion black #moony #wolfstar #sirius x lupin #sirius black x remus lupin #wolfstar fic #wolfstar microfic

[harpsinfinity]

Sub!Simon

Simon Riley X fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: edging, handjob, light sub + Dom dynamics

Petnames: Love, good boy (used for Simon)

You'd never had expected Simon to agree to this, to be beneath you with his hands cuffed to the headboard. He was one never to give up control.

His muscles tensing and flexing as your soft hand wraps around the base of his cock, your hand taking him to the high he desperately wanted, only for it to be taken away from him when he was right about to cum.

His cock twitched every time you stopped. The tip an red and swollen with drops of precum rolling down his cock, staining the sheets. Every time your hand left it make him whine. It made Simon Riley, a man feared by many, fucking whine and whimper

The cycle of taking him so so so so close to his high and then taking it away left him oversensitive and twitchy. Tears brimming the waterline of his eyes, trying to blink them away with his soft, blond lashes. "Love..please i- fuck I need it so bad. Please let me cum"

"y'wanna cum Si?"

You coo, seeing how this 6'4 tank of a man has crumbled beneath you into a whiny, twitchy mess begging you to let him cum. He nods "w'na cum..love- please" gasping and biting down on his bottom lip when he feels your hand return around his oversensitive cock.

He leans his head back into the plush pillows and his eyes flutter shut when your thumb rubs the leaky head of his cock. You create a fast pace stroking up and down his cock, squeezing him at the base. The whimpers and whines of bliss he lets fall from his lips have you dripping in your panties. He groaned out your name, feeling a coil in his stomach getting tighter and tighter as you worked out hand around him

"That's it, give it to me Si, good boy"

You feel him twitch in your hand and whine as he finally gets to fucking cum, his pretty chestnut eyes rolling back with only the whites visible. Spurting out and covering his abdomen and thighs in hot, sticky cum. You finally stop tormenting his, now, softening cock, uncuffing his hands and running a gentle hand through his tousled hair.

"Y'okay? Did I go to hard?"

Simon's eyes flick to yours, letting out a tired chuckle as he cups your cheek.

"M'alright love, that was fuckin' somethin' else"

You give him a smile back, getting up to grab some things to help clean up.

After seeing him like this, you know you'll definitely be doing this again.

#simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #cod simon riley #simon ghost x you #simon riley cod #simon riley fanfic #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader

[starzioo]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓. 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.

Hiii! This is a DracoxFem!Reader one-shot! In this story you are a ballerina. I saw this post of the Slytherin boys x a ballerina and I could just imagine Draco being absolutely in love with her. So here it is I hope you like!

WARNINGS: NONE <3

You sit on the stage of the Royal Opera House in London. Tightly wrapping the dusty pink ribbons around your ankles. Today was your rehearsal day for the production of The Nutcracker. You had been casted as the Sugar Plum Fairy. Most people would take this role as being easy and simple. But oh no, they would be terribly wrong. The movements you made had to be fluid and effortless, while also being regal. You sigh before standing back up and fixing your rehearsal tutu. You head over to your starting mark and give the signal to the director to start the music.

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DRACO POV

I get out of the muggle-car behind my father. 'Muggles really think that this is the peak of transportation?' I think to myself as I look back at the black car behind me. "Good morning Mr. Malfoy. It's a pleasure to have you here again! Mr. Evan's is in a meeting right now and told me to tell you that he'll meet with you as soon as possible." A woman who I assume is Mr. Evan's assistant spoke to my father. "M'Alright." My father says obviously annoyed with the muggles tardiness. "Right this way then." The woman says with her smile not faltering. She walks a couple paces ahead of my father while I linger behind him. We step inside of the building. The interior looks to be made for royals. The architecture being elegant. She leads us down a couple hallways before stopping at a big door. "You may sit and wait here. Mr. Evan's will be here shortly. If you would like any refreshments or if you have any questions just head down the hallway and my desk is right there." My father only nods in response. She flashes her smile once more before heading down the hallway. Me and my father sit down on the waiting chairs. "Why are we here? Better question why am I here?" I turn and ask my father who's reading a muggle newspaper. He doesn't even look at me, "Because Draco. We are here on important business. It's about time you start learning what lies ahead for you." His tone still cold as ever. I can't even speak back, I know i'll be silenced. All I can do is huff. I stand up and just walk the opposite direction of him. I don't hate my father but sometimes I just can't stand how he seems to have my entire future in the palm of his hand.

Walking down the large hallway I can start to hear the elegant music that I can only recognize as music from The Nutcracker. When I was little my mother used to take me to a muggle theater around Christmas time. Although my father urged that we don't celebrate muggle holidays. She would always sneak us out and take me to see the Nutcracker. Not only did she love ballet but I loved to see the story play out through the graceful dancing. Of course as I grew older the tradition stopped but I never forgot.

I continue down the hallway and I can hear the music growing louder. I turn one more corner to see a double door way with a sign above the entrance that says 'MAIN THEATER' in gold lettering. The doors were slightly cracked open. I slightly peek into the theater to see a girl dancing on the stage doing the sugar plum fairies variation. I quietly slip into the room and sit down in the farthest back row to watch.

Y/N POV:

I had already rehearsed my routine twice but my director kept critiquing every little thing I did. I mean of course that's his job but I swear he was acting as if everything I did was wrong. I was in the in the middle of my third pirouette when my coach suddenly stood up and started walking to the back of the theater. I continued my pirouettes until I heard my coach speak. "I'm sorry sir but you aren't allowed in here while rehearsals are going on. I must ask you to leave." He said as he ushered someone who was sitting in the back of the theater out of the room. The man stood and I caught a glimpse of him. He was tall and had icy blonde hair. I paused my variation and stood to watch. The blonde man then spoke, "I'm sorry for interrupting sir. I had no clue." He said before then exiting the theater. My manager turned back around after closing the doors to the theater. "Alright Y/n from the top!" He said as he gave the tech people the signal to restart the music. I didn't complain. I rushed back to my starting mark and started my routine from the beginning.

DRACO POV:

As I sat in the back row I admired the ballerina on stage. Her movements were so elegant, mesmerizing even. With every turn and step she took her tutu bounced. Her arms stretched out with grace. I'm instantly snapped out of my daze when an official looking man comes up to me. "I'm sorry sir but you aren't allowed in here while rehearsals are going on. I must ask you to leave." He said as he turned to open the door for me. "I'm sorry for interrupting sir. I had no idea." I said as I stood from my seat. I walked to the door and took once last glance at the ballerina.

Y/N POV:

After the man had left the theater I ran through my routine nearly a half a dozen more times. Each time my coach giving me more pointers and critiques. As the music stopped and I finished my last variation my coach stood from his seat, "Y/n you need to keep your back straight and your knees pointed on that last part!" My coach shouted clearly tired of me not being able to perfect my solo. I just huffed and wiped my forehead with the back of my wrist. "Can I go get some water?" I said with my hands on my hips. My director sighed, "Yeah, be back in five." He said as he wrote something down on his clipboard. I hurriedly sped walked down the stairs that were on the far end of the stage and headed towards the theater entrance. I took a turn then walked down the long hallway. I stop at the end of the hallway when I see that man who got kicked out of the theater and another man who has long icy blonde hair, they're both sitting down on the waiting chairs outside Mr. Evan's office. I shake my head of any curiosity about the two and hurriedly walk past them to go to Adeline's desk. I notice the short haired boy look up at me as I walked but I continued. "Hey Adeline, could you please get me a water?" I asked to the woman. "Yeah just give me a second." She said with her usual smile, as she stood and went to another room. A couple seconds later she reappeared and had a water bottle in hand. The water bottle had a custom logo on it that said The Royal Opera House in gold letters on a dark red paper. "Thank you Ade, I'll most likely be back soon." I said as I turned around while simultaneously taking a drink of my water. As I turned I practically bump straight into a brick wall.

But it wasn't a wall it was that same blonde boy. And I had now just spilt water all over him. "Oh, i'm sorry! That was my bad!" I said frantically as I tried to wipe the water off of his black button down. "No, no, no, don't worry about it." He said laughing lightly as he grabbed hand to calm me, after a few seconds you let go. "I was just coming to compliment you. I saw you back in the theater and your dancing was truly beautiful." He said as his ice blue eyes practically pierced yours. "Oh...thank you." —I laughed softly—"But my director would say other wise." I said as I began to walk past him, I turned back around to look at him once more to find him with his eyebrows furrowed. "Well it's basically his job to tell me what I'm doing wrong, but it feels impossible to get my routine perfect." I sighed. "Well...regardless of what that oaf thinks I think you dance nothing short of perfection." He said slightly playfully. I let out a small laugh. "Well, I've got to get back to rehearsing. It was nice meeting you...?" I questioned having never learned his name. "Draco." "Draco?" "Draco." He confirmed. "Well it was nice meeting you Draco." I said nodding my head before turning to go back to the theater. "Wait what's your name?" He calls out to me as I was walking away. I turned around once more then gestured to a poster on the wall, then finally walked away.

As I gestured to the poster Draco immediately examined it. It was a picture of you in your sugar plum fairy costume and a title below it. It said, 'Y/n L/n as The Sugar Plum Fairy' Draco let out an airy laugh as he admired the poster when Lucius appeared behind him. "Draco I would like to not have to come look for you as if you were a lost puppy. Mr.Evan's is ready to see us now." He said coldly then turned Draco following behind.

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You had went back to the theater thoughts of Draco lingering in the back of your head. Draco had went to sit in on the meeting between Lucius and Mr. Evan's. To Lucius that meeting was very important to the future of his shares in the theater, but to Draco it was merely an hour wasted listening to rubbish. You had finally wrapped up your rehearsals for the day and it was time for you to go get food and go home.

DRACO POV:

"Draco you can sit outside while me and Mr. Evan's wrap this up. Don't wander." Lucius spat. I didn't respond he simply just got up and left the room. I sat outside on the chairs until I heard a voice. "Yeah, I'll see you on Thursday?" She said as she walked out of the theater. There she was, Y/n. All of my attention was on her. She was no longer wearing the tutu and leotard. She was now wearing a baby pink off the shoulder knit sweater with grey flared leggings. She has a white knit scarf around her neck and she carried grey bag, what I assume was her ballet stuff. Her hair was in a low bun making her headphones she had in visible.

     When she turned to walk out she paused when she saw me. "Hey, you're still here?" She said softly as she walked up to me while taking out her headphone. "Yeah, i'm just waiting for my father and Mr. Evan's to get out of their meeting." "Well, I could wait with you?" She said as she rocked back and forth on her feet. "Yeah, sure. I don't mind." She sat down next to me setting her bag on her side. "So why are you here? To see Mr.Evans I mean." She said as she looked up at me. "Well I wouldn't say that i'm here to see him. My father is.  Something that has to do with his shares. I honestly don't know. The only thing i've gotten out of coming here was seeing you dance." I laughed a little, and so did she. "I didn't know I was that good." She smiled. "Whatever your director was yelling at you, he truly is wrong. I thought you danced perfect." I said avoiding eye contact with her. I could see her out of the corner of my eye just staring up at me. "Why thank you good sir. I'm glad you liked it." She giggled. "Have you ever seen The Nutcracker?" "Yeah, quite a few times actually." "Oh. Would you like to see it again maybe?" She asked this time not peering up at me, but now fiddling with the loose ends of her scarf. "When?" She stop and looked back up at me. "Uhmm,—she hummed— Opening night would be December 10th, I could get you tickets if you would like?" "Yeah, yeah, although I don't know when I'll see you again?" I asked. She laughing softly, "I guess whenever you want to see me again." She smiled.

DECEMBER TENTH

DRACO POV

Today was the day, the day I get to see her again. I don't know why I'm so...entranced? By her. Something about her just makes me fascinated. Ever since last week she's all I could think about. Of course in order to be able to go see the show I told my parents some bullshit excuse. My father would never let me go to London by myself, especially just so I could go see the ballet. Not only that a muggle girl.

I had made my way to the theatre early so I would be able to avoid all the people there for opening night. I stepped out of the taxi, it was cold the winter air crisp. I entered the building and walked up to the concierge. "One ticket for The Nutcracker, please." I said slightly rubbing my hands together trying to warm them. "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid we are all sold out for the night." He said with pity. "What? No, I have to see the show tonight." "Like I said, I'm sorry. But I can sell you a ticket for-" "Oh! Mr. Malfoy I wasn't expecting you so early!" The concierge was interrupted by no other than Adeline. "You were expecting me?" I turned to her. "Well yes? I expected that Ms. L/n made you aware of your visit?" She said with her usual smile. "Well yeah, but- you know what never mind. Why were you expecting me?" "Of course, because she was very adamant that you got the best seat in the house!" She said ushering me down the hall, then to an elevator.

The classical music played lightly in the elevator, the ride up two floors wasn't awkward, it was actually quite pleasant. This was an elevator ride I had been on countless times before, it was nostalgic in a way. The elevator dinged before the large metal doors opened. We were on The Donald Gordon Grand Tier. It was technically the third floor of the theater. She led me to row A which was in the very middle and front. "Ms. L/n was very insisting that you get this specific seat sir. She said it was the best seat in the house and you deserve nothing less!" I stood there for a moment and blinked at the seats in front of me. That feeling of nostalgia had now been explained. I was sitting in the exact same seat my mother would always sit in when we would come to the theater. "Mr. Malfoy, are you okay?" Adeline broke my trance. "Thank you Adeline, for everything." I thanked her as I sat down. "No problem! Feel free to come down to my desk if you need anything!" She smiled before walking away.

I sat there for maybe 30 minutes before hundreds of people started sitting in the theater. Of course by courtesy of Adeline I was able to avoid the crowd. After about another 30 minutes the lights in the theater had dimmed. That's when I heard the oh so familiar tune to the mystical music. There was something about the story of The Nutcracker that always fascinated me. Maybe it was the playful but yet elegant dances that were done. They were so complex but yet so smooth and graceful. Or perhaps it was the fact that I was able to watch a story come to life in front of my very eyes. As I watched the ballet I found myself the same way I was many years ago. Only blinking every few minutes to be sure I didn't miss any parts of the show. My mind fully clear, only focusing on the ballet dancers below. I was entranced by the story all over again.

Now, we were in act II. After Clara and the Prince have slayed the Mouse King, the snowflakes have led them to the Kingdom of Sweets. As the enchanting music transitioned to a more sweet sounding melody it hit me. She was going to be dancing soon. Clara and the Prince arrived to the gates of Kingdom of Sweets. The Sugar Plum Fairy reigns over the Kingdom of Sweets. I sat up in my chair. Then there she was, graceful as ever tip-toing across stage. Her costume was beautiful a light pink bodice and tutu with gold accents. Her hair was elegant and she wore a gold tiara. She was covered in glitter, but what shined the most was her eyes. She was so passionate in the way she danced. Her moves were liquid smooth enchanting the audience. She placed a tiara on Clara's head then commenced a day of festivities in honor of Clara saving the Prince from the mouse king. First came the Chocolate from Spain, then the Arabian Coffee, the Chinese tea, and lastly the sweet French Marzipan.

But then the flowers came, and they preformed a great waltz. The Sugar Plum Fairy came back with her cavalier and did a mesmerizing duet. Although they were doing a duet me and the whole audience could only look at one of them. Her. She danced with a great passion. Not that he didn't. There was just something about her that made you believe that she was born to be on that stage. Born to shine. Even with the light shining down on her, she was the light. Soon after she and her cavalier finished their dance Clara is guided back home. She tosses and turns in her sleep, she wakes up to find out it was a dream? A fantasy. Nothing more.

And Suddenly I was pulled into reality. The audience erupted in roars. Not one person in that theater wasn't clapping. Roses were being thrown onto stage by people sitting on the lower floors. The people around me whistling and cheering. I quickly stood up and headed down to Adeline's desk. "Excuse me, Adeline. I had a delivery made here, did it arrive yet?" I said as I leaned on her desk. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy. Just wait one second while I go grab it. She disappeared into a room before coming out with the custom bouquet I had delivered. Freshly picked Frutteto's. The baby pink roses were dusted with gold glitter, they were perfect. "She's gonna love them you know?" Adeline asked snapping me out of my trance. "Yeah...yeah, I know. Do you know when she'll be out?" "I'd say maybe 30 minutes? In the mean while you're more than welcome to wait here." She said as she sat back down at her desk and started flipping through a book.

I sat there for what seemed like forever. I inspected every flower to make sure they were nothing short of perfection. Just as I was picking off a petal that was too pink to fit in with the rest I saw her. She was already on her way out of the glass doors. I quickly rushed after her, "Y/n, wait!" I yelled after her as I caught up. She turned around her nose being a light shade of pink from the brisk winter air, the soft snowflakes landing in her hair. "Draco, you came? I didn't see you come in before the show?" "I got here early, don't worry I watched the whole show. You were...amazing. Oh, I got you these." I quickly handed her the bouquet, "They're beautiful." Her face lit up, "Perfect, they're perfect." She cradled them in one arm while the other fiddled with the petals. "Thank you." She said with that sweet smile of hers. "My pleasure, I knew you'd like them." I really didn't, I was actually terrified she wouldn't like them. "Hey...would you maybe..." Her eyes glistened in the street lights as she looked up from the flowers, "...would you maybe like to go to dinner with me?" I was a bit taken aback by the sudden question. I paused, "Yeah, I would love to. But it's my treat." "You don't have to i'm the one who invited you." She said lightly laughing. "Well, I would like to treat you after your amazing performance tonight. Where do you wanna eat?" "I know a great place! It's called Bancone, it's an italian place, is that okay?" "Whatever you want is fine with me." I smile. "Okay, uhh, hold on let me call a cab!" She turned and walked to the road. She hailed us a cab.

We both sat in the back of the cab, watching the snow glitter down from the sky. "How far is the restaurant?" I asked turning to her. When I looked at her she was simply smiling down at her flowers. "Oh, we should be there any minute! Actually we're here! Thank you!" She said as she scooted out of the cab. I paid the driver then got out. I was surprised to find she took my hand and led me inside.

We stepped inside and I was taken aback by the olive tree that was planted in the middle of the restaurant. The interior was classy but casual. "Hi! Welcome in! Table for two?" A hostess came up to us. "Yeah, uhm, could we be seated at a window table?" She asked as she dusted off the small pieces of snow she had in her hair. "Of course! Right this way!" The hostess led us to a table in the front of the restaurant. I pulled out her chair for her, "Why thank you good sir." She softly laughed. I sat down. "Can I get you started with any drinks, or would you like a minute?" "Could we get a bottle of the house red? And then I would just like a glass of water." She asked the hostess. "Great choice, and as for you sir?" "I would just like a glass of water, thank you." She handed us our menus then walked away. "What do you think you're gonna get?" I looked up from my menu. "For sure the bucatini, i've been craving it all day." I laugh lightly, "I don't know what I want" I said as I studied the menu, "What do you think?" I looked up at her to find her already looking at me. "I personally think you'll like the duck ragú, I had it last time I came and it was heavenly." She laughed. "Okay I guess it's settled then, wait what about dessert?" "Oo! They have these cannolis! They're covered in hazelnuts you have to try them." Just then a waitress came to the table, "Here is your house red, and waters." She said as she set down our water and presented the bottle.

She opened the bottle with a pop, then filled our glasses. "Thank you" we both said nearly in unison. "Are you ready to order your entrees, or would you like another minute?" "We're ready. I'll have the bucatini and as for dessert we'll do two orders of the hazelnut cannolis." She said as she handed the waitress her menu. "Sure thing! And as for you sir?" She turned to me, "I'll have the duck ragú, that'll be all, thank you." I handed her my menu. "Okay, i'll be back with your food shortly." She smiled then walked away to another table. "You know what I realized?" Y/n said as she twirled the wine in her glass. "What?" "I barely know anything about you, but yet here I am at dinner with you." She tilted her head slightly. "Well, I don't know anything about you either." I laughed, "What do you wanna know?" "Anything! But skip the basic things, I just really wanna know you" She took a sip of her wine. What was I supposed to tell her? That i'm a wizard and that I went to a school to learn sorcery? "I honestly don't know where to start? Just ask me anything, anything." "Mmm, what's your favorite childhood memory?" She said as she took off her scarf.

I took a breath "I would have to say...probably going to see The Nutcracker with my mother." I laughed, she looked up at me curiously. "Ironic isn't it." "Very." "See my father isn't big on...fun. Or anything really. So every year my mother would sneak us out of the house and we would go see the show. As I got older the whole tradition kind of just...stopped. But you know what's crazy?" "Hm?" "The seat that you picked out for me, was the exact same seat my mum would sit in when we would go." She looked at me like I was crazy. "She always said 'it was the best seat in the house' the whole thing felt like a dream." "That's...just...wow. That's a big coincidence huh?" "I know huh, I was so confused. But what about you? What's your favorite memory?" "My grandmother she was absolutely amazing when it came to playing piano. As a little girl she would play the Swan Lake piano arrangement while I danced. We would do this for hours and hours till my mother told us to take a break. I've always loved ballet. What I would give to re-live those memories." She looked out the window and played with the hem of her sleeves as she spoke. "That's...beautiful. So you've been dancing since you were young?" "Yeah, kinda like you my mother took me to see the ballet when I was little. But instead we saw Sleeping Beauty. I was absolutely fascinated by it. For weeks I begged my mother to put me in classes, I guess she just got annoyed of my constant begging and just gave in." She laughed softly. "Well it definitely paid off." I smiled.

We got to know each other all night long. Even though we had already finished our food long ago, we sat there and just talked. About everything. She was just so captivating. Every detail about her was intriguing. Each one of her stories just led me to wanting to know more about her. The way her eyes sparkled a little when she would talk about something she was passionate about. All of her was just perfect. I told her a lot about myself. Maybe more than I should've. Everything about me surrounded the one thing I couldn't tell her. Most of the stories I told her had gaps but I don't think she caught on. I felt almost...bad? For not being able to tell her what could possibly be the biggest detail about me. But seriously how do you just tell someone that. 'Oh yeah, by the way i'm a wizard. And there's millions of other wizards around the world.' And plus even if I wanted to tell her I couldn't. And it was killing me.

We stayed at the restaurant until the waitress told us they were closing soon. "I guess we should get going huh?" She asked as she lightly laughed. "Yeah, I guess so." I slightly frowned. I paid the bill, then we left. We stood on the side walk as the snow continued to fall from the dark sky. Street lamps lit the road, illuminating it with golden rays. She wrapped her scarf around her neck and carried her flowers with both hands. "Could I have your number by the way?" She asked. "Oh, yeah. Here just put your number in and i'll text you later." I handed her my cell. I got a muggle cell phone, specifically for this reason. My father would never approve of me having a device like that. But for her it was worth whatever trouble it could cause. In all reality the reason I asked her to put her number in my cell was because I had no clue how. "Okay, there." She smiled as she handed me back my phone. I looked down, Y/n xx , is what she put as her contact. "I should get going now, I have to be back at the theater early tomorrow." She said as she fiddled with her flowers. I took a breath, "Okay, tonight was really great. When can I see you again?" "Like I said, whenever you want." She smiled, I laughed. She turned out to the road and hailed a cab. "Goodnight!" She yelled out to me before turning back to the cab, she paused, then turned around back to me and ran back to me. She gave me a kiss on my cheek and then a small hug, "Goodnight." "Goodnight." I said a bit surprised. She ran back to the cab and got in. I watched the car disappear down the road, out of sight.

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[miniwheat77]

Tension. (Soap x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, cursing, alcohol, drunk foreplay, age gap, violence, gore, teasing, (let me know if I missed any) 

!MINORS DNI!

(((This has been revised and edited that’s why I’m reblogging it!)))

Summary: After a mission gone bad, soap and reader spend the night at a safe house bar, and get a little more personal than intended.

Part 2 here

You’re panting when you finally reach the humvee with Soap. He’s trying to hold you up but he himself was hurt. Maybe not as bad as you, as you had taken the brunt of the damage from the enemy, but he was still hurt. You had a bullet hole in your shoulder and you had hurt your foot but you weren’t sure how bad.

Soap helps you lean against the passenger side of the humvee, looking around to make sure nobody was around. He looks at your wounds. The bullet had gone clean through your shoulder and your ankle had been cut. It seemed pretty deep and it freaked Soap out too much to get a good look at it. He wraps your foot up using his first aid kit that he kept on him. “C’mon lass,” He lifts you up and sets you into the passenger seat, throwing the rifle he had been using down in the back seat before walking around to the drivers side. Not much damage had been done from what he could tell. You still had full range of motion. Soap’s thigh was grazed by a bullet but he wasn’t hurt that bad, it just hurt him to move it. You examined it on the way back to the safehouse as he drove. He couldn't help but laugh as you examined it. "Sweet girl lookin' after me." He chuckles. You put a light amount of pressure on it, sending him a small side smile. Since you couldn't get too good of a look at it, it'd have to wait. It didn’t seem to be that bad but that meant nothing. You tore his pants a little bit more, placing a bandage over the wound and taping it there.

Captain Price was furious. Somehow the enemy found out you were going to be there, looking into a tip Captain Price had gotten on the enemy, from an actual reliable source. Which Price was now considering an enemy until further notice. You all met back at a safe house that Captain Price had put together in case anything had gone bad, which everyone thought now had been a great idea. When everyone knew they weren’t being followed, they made their way to the safehouse. You and Soap were the only two in the humvee, but when you had left for the operation, you had Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and You. Gaz had met up with Captain Price early on in the mission, and Ghost had made off on his own, managing to steal a car to get back to the safe house which was a direct order of Captain Price upon finding out you and Soap had been injured. You were all ordered to fall back immediately and make your way back to the safehouse.

For a few hours everyone was wrapping their wounds up. Ghost was on watch since he had been uninjured. You and Soap weren’t too close. But it amazed Soap how comfortable you were with him touching you, and how comfortable you felt touching him. Sure it was just for the fact that you had both been injured but you didn’t tense up at his touch or anything.

He noticed that when it came to anyone else and him checking their wounds out, they shrugged him off, told him they'd be okay. But you, you just let him. Like you trusted him, and that meant absolutely everything to Soap.

"Hey, come out of there lass." he smiles. His voice is quiet as he coaxes you out of the room you were staying in. "Soap? Are you okay?" You ask. "m'alright sweetheart. Just wanted someone to come get a drink with me before I take watch." You cross the jacket you’re wearing over yourself. "Shouldn't you be getting rest before watch?" He lowers his head. "ah, can't really sleep after a mission like that."

"Yeah, you got me there. I can't either." you're only wearing shorts which Soap notices. "little cold for shorts eh?" he smiles. "Yeah, definitely. When Price said something about a safe house I didn't think we'd end up using it, so I just grabbed the first thing I could see." you smile. His own smile falters just a little. "What are all of those little punctures?" he asks. "oh uh.. they're nothing.."

He turns his head, crossing his arms. There was no way you're getting out of this one. "Tell me."

“When we got separated, I was covering Ghost so he could get inside and someone threw a grenade near me. Couldn't get far enough away.” Soap shakes his head, knowing full well those are shrapnel punctures, and they were all probably still inside of you. "You're lucky they aren't worse, I'm going to get Price.” He takes a step toward Price’s door. “No Soap, that isn't necessary." you try to plead with him. "we gotta get em out." he grasps your arm, pulling you along as you limped because of your foot. He knocks on the door. Captain Price didn't have much medical training, but had dug shrapnel out of his crew more than he'd like to admit, but only when he knew it wasn't close to any vital organs. He could usually tell about how much force the grenade exploded with by how deep the wounds were and where they were.

When Captain Price opens the door, Soap is holding you there like a scared puppy. "What's going on?" Soap looks at you. "She's got shrapnel in her legs and didn't tell anyone." Captain Price narrows his eyes, leaning down to look at your legs, seeing about 5 clear distinctive shrapnel punctures. He nods his head. "Cmon in you two." he steps back, opening the door for you both to come inside. You send a glare Soaps way, knowing that this was about to hurt worse than you could imagine.

About an hour later, Soap feels awful. You've screamed, cried, passed out. Begged Captain Price to stop because it hurt too bad. You squeezed Soap's hand so hard, he's sure it's gonna be bruised the next day. When he is sure all of the pieces are out and doesn't see anymore marks, he sends you and Soap on your way. Soap helps you out to the countertop at the bar. It's got a few old bottles of liquor and Soap brings a couple of them down. Your eyes are bloodshot, and this is where Soap realizes he's starting to catch feelings for you. He knows this isn't good. He sees how hurt you are and the only thing he wants to do is lay next to you in bed, hold you close and reassure you that everything will be okay.

"you alright love?"

You don't say a word as you take the bottle from his hands, drinking down a few gulps. He laughs. "Gonna take that as a no." He smirks. When you set the bottle down, he pours two glasses full and you both do nothing but talk and drink for a few hours. Price had Gaz take watch for Soap and you since you were both the only two hurt in the action. Soap is laughing at something you've said and your eyes are glassed over, you were drunk, and so was he. "cmon, lets go to the room I'm staying in. It's got an old ass tv in there, I bet we could watch something super quiet." you nod your head, your knees buckling as you stood up. "gotcha lass," he chuckles, picking you up bridal style and walking back to the room with you. Soap had no intentions of anything happening in there with you. He knew the rules about relationships, but he also understood an operation like this was a little different. He knew that Captain Price was a little more lenient when it came to stuff like this. And as he walked back into the room with you, a little worried he might drop you, he felt excited. Like something would happen, and maybe that was the whiskey talking. Maybe he was just overanalyzing the situation.

He sets you down on the bed, searching for the remote. "alright. We gotttt..." he pauses, looking through the very limited stack of movies that had collected a fair amount of dust. "Superbad, Zathura, Tropic Thunder, Pineapple Express, and the Hangover." he laughs. "oh god, they're all so old."

"Yeah whatever, you're just young." he rolls his eyes. "Ooooh, did I strike a nerve?" you smirk. He smiles. "Yeah, you did. These movies aren't that old." you laugh. "Relax, I didn't call you old." he narrows his eyes. "what's that supposed to mean ah?" he crosses his arms. "mnot old." you stay quiet. "why, that isn't very nice of you lass." he rolls his eyes, picking up super bad and putting it into the dvd player. "What, I didn't say anything." you throw your hands up. "Exactly." he rolls his eyes. "You think m'old. Just admit it."

"No, I don't think you're old." you laugh. "Yeah whatever." He sits on the edge of the bed. "if I thought you were old, would I do this?" you throw a leg over him, pressing your lips to his as you straddled his thighs. You thought for a split second you might hurt him because of his wound, but he was too drunk to feel anything. He places his hands on your hips, keeping you on top of him. His lips move against yours sloppily and the both of you are too drunk to be aware of your surroundings. "Shit lass, you gotta stop." he pulls away. "mnot gonna take advantage of you when you're drunk." You sit back, a smile on your face. "But.." you laugh. "What?" he asks. "you'd fuck me if I was sober?" it catches him off guard immediately. He feels his cheeks light up and his face is burning hot. "Yeah, yeah I would." you slide off of him, laying back on his bed. "I'm gonna hold you to that." you smirk. "Yeah right, you probably won't even remember this lass, besides. M'too old for you. You don’t want anything with a guy like me. There's better out there for you than me." he laughs. "I guess we'll see about that. I feel the same about you drunk as I do sober." he breathes out, feeling excitement in his chest, but he knows it has to be the alcohol talking. He laughs, shrugging it off. "Cmere," he pulls you into him. "Watch the movie and get some sleep love" He pulls the blanket over the both of you.

---

When you wake up the next morning, you're lucky you're not more hungover than you are. You can feel you still have clothes on which is a good thing. The bed is empty next to you, but you're in Soaps assigned room. You remember most of what happened the night before. Straddling him. Telling him about how you felt about him. You cover your eyes as you emerge into the bar. "Kid, get your stuff. We're going back to our barracks to make another plan." Price catches you as you emerge. You nod your head with a "yes sir" making your way into your room. You quickly get dressed, forgetting your vest was in the Humvee. "Captain, where is the Humvee?" you ask, walking in the front doors. "Soap and Ghost took it to get to the barracks already. Why?" he asks. "My vest is in it, why didn't anybody wake me up?" you ask. "you were injured wanted to give you time to rest, you're still limping as we speak. When we get back to the barracks, I'm putting you on rest for a couple weeks. Only thing you'll be doing is helping put a plan in place." You release a sigh after he says it. "now cmon, I'm driving."

You follow him out, noticing a dog tag on the ground by the bar as you pass it, stopping to pick it up. It's Soap's. You shove it into your pocket, following after Price. You climb into the passenger seat of the truck he was driving. The drive to the barracks weren't too bad and you're asleep when you arrive.

"Soap." Price announces as he walks inside the barracks. "Yes Cap?" Price smiles. "Go get your girlfriend out of the truck, she fell asleep on the way here." He smirks as Soap raises his eyebrows. Ghost lets out a deep chuckle as Soap shakes his head, walking toward the door. He opens the passenger door, lifting you into his arms and walking inside with you. He opens your door, laying you down.

A few hours later when you still aren't awake, they start to get a little nervous. "Let's go check on her." Captain Price stands up from the table. They make their way down the hallway into the women’s barracks. Soap opens your door, flicking the light on. Captain Price stands in the doorway. Soap sits down at your side, reaching down to pull your covers off your face. "Hey, wake up." he shakes you slightly, wiping your hair out of your face. Your eyes open and they're still bloodshot. You don't see your Captain in the doorway. "Soap? What's going on?" You ask. "Where am I?" You ask. "You're back at base. You don't remember how you got here?"

You shake your head. Captain Price steps into the room. "Keep an eye on her sergeant, I've a feeling she has an infection somewhere. Let me go see what we've got lying around, if I can't find anything we need to ship her out and to a hospital in America so Laswell can keep us updated on her health." He says. Soap nods, feeling saddened by the fact that he may have to finish out this mission without you. "Just keep an eye on her until further notice Soap." He says, turning toward the door. "Yes sir." Soap says, turning back to you. You look up at Soap. "Hey, relax sweetheart. Can I get you anything?" he smiles, wiping the hair from your face again. "no... no. I'm okay. I'm gonna be okay Soap." you smile. "Just... need some rest that's all." you laugh. He lets out a chuckle. "you took one hell of a beating yesterday sergeant. Whatever Captain feels is right you have to do, no matter what. Even if it means you go home." You lower your head. "Yeah... I know. But.. He'll find some way for me to stay, he needs my help." Soap nods his head. "you are very valuable to our team after all."

"Okay. I've got in contact with Laswell. She said to look for an antibiotic with some weird name and to try it out on her. She said if it doesn't start to take effect in approximately 2 days that they'll get a heli out here for Y/N." He passes the Bottle to Soap. "you both need to stay in here and I need you to look after Y/N very close Soap." Captain Price says. "Yes sir. But what about the mission?"

"Laswell and the rest of us are all hands on deck, no worries Soap. You both just focus on getting to 100%, I don't wanna send anyone home." Soap nods his head as Captain Price exits the door. "I'm gonna go get you a glass of water and than we'll clean your wounds okay? I'll be right back." he stands up, walking away.

—

The following day, Soap made a bed on the floor. You'd fallen asleep again at some point during the night. When you woke up, everything came flooding in at once. Drinking with Soap, kissing him. Captain driving you back here. You couldn't remember much after that. "Soap?" you ask. He sits up quickly. "You okay?" he asks immediately. You let out a laugh. "I'm fine, what happened last night? I remember getting into that truck with Cap and that's it."

“Your foot is infected, but you're doing better which is amazing." He smiles. You laugh, “thank you for sticking by my side. I appreciate it.” You lay back. “No worries.”

“You can come up here you know. It’s not like it means anything.” He laughs. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Oh just shut up and come up here.” You roll your eyes. You hear him shuffling around. You scoot yourself to the edge of your small cot. Soap squeezes in next to you. You turn over and lay on his chest, taking him a little off guard, “get some sleep. You’re gonna need it.” He laughs. “No you.”

—

After about a week, you’re feeling a lot better. Still walking with a bit of a limp but you’ve been doing good. You’d be allowed to join the rest of the crew in a few short days and that’s all that mattered. “Captain. I think I lost a dog tag in the safe house.” You overheard Soap talking to Price. “Well.. Ghost is on watch, and Gaz is next. Get Y/N and go get it.” Soap nods his head,

You hear his footsteps coming toward your door, “hey, I need you for a mission.”

You squeezed the dog tag behind your back.

“What’s up?”

“I think I lost a dog tag at the safe house, you mind you coming with me to get it?”

“Yeah. I’ll go with you, no problem.” You smile.

You follow Soap out to the humvee. It’s around 6pm and it won’t take too long to get there. But the nervousness gets the best of you.

Around 20 minutes later when you pull up to the safe house, you and Soap had only made small talk. But what you were about to confront him with was probably crazy. He reaches for the door handle but you stop him, “are you sure this is where it is?” You ask. “Yes I’m sure. I had it when we were at the bar.” You nod your head, getting out to follow him. He frantically looks around the bar but doesn’t see it, walking off to the room he had stayed in. “Thanks for helping look.” He rolls his eyes. “Soap.” You say. He turns to look at you, and that’s when you slide the small necklace out of your back pocket, raising it up in the air, “you found it?”

“I’ve had it.”

“What? You had it this whole time?”

“Maybe.”

“Y/N, why did we come all this way?”

“I needed to get you alone.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“No. I just wanted to do this.” You raise yourself up on your tip toes, pecking him on the lips. When you pull away his eyes are still closed for a brief second. He stands there stunned for a moment. His eyebrows raised. Neither of you say anything for a minute, but than he cups your cheeks with his hands, kissing you hard. He takes you off guard and you jump a little.

He backs you up into the bed in the room, pushing you back into it. He hovers above you, still kissing you with just as much urgency. When he pulls away he presses his forehead to yours. "Not gonna lie lass, thought I was gonna lose you there for a while. " He smiles. "Never, m'right here." You smile. You shove him back, forcing him back onto the bed and straddling his hips, like you had done before. "Always gonna be right here."

He places his hands on your hips. Trying to stop you from grinding your hips into him. "I can't stop myself if you let me start." He breathes. His nostrils flare and he reminds you of a predator stalking its prey. "What do you mean?" you breathe out, resting your hands on his chest. "If you let me fuck you... I won't be able to keep my hands off of you." You lick your lips, staring down at him. "Who said I wanted you to?" He breathes out, that mischievous grin on your face makes him roll his eyes. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." you roll your eyes, grasping his hands in yours and intertwining your fingers into his, pinning them above his head on the bed. Rocking your hips into his. "I'm a big girl Johnny, I know what I'm getting myself into." he clenches his eyes closed. His name falls perfectly off your lips. He has to stop himself from flipping you over and burying himself so deep inside of you that you forget your own name. "You aren't in control sweetheart." He smirks. You roll your eyes. "Than do your worst, MacTavish."

He grasps the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Revealing you to him. He reaches behind you, unclasping your bra with ease. It slides off of your shoulders and he throws it to the side. "sit up." he pushes you up slightly. This was one thing you were learning to hate about your clothes. They're so thick and bulky and seem impossible to take off when you're in a hurry. He pushes your camo cargo pants down your legs and you kick them off. "cmon" he pulls you back into him. "But... you still have your pants on." you blush heavily. "Don't care. Just get up here." he pulls you up. You lean down and kiss him once more. He was playing a game. To see who'd give in first. You could tell. "You won't win." You whisper into his ear, sliding your hips up his front. "Not trying to win baby, just trying to prove a point. You can still stop."

You draw back. Staring at him. "if you aren't interested in me, you can just say that." you slide off of him, reaching for your shirt. "It's not that it's just..." you stare back at him, and he goes quiet. "Get your dog tags, we need to get back soon, before sundown." you slide your shirt and pants back on. "Y/N-" he tries to stop you.

Now, it looks like he was just trying to play games with you. Play with your feelings. How was he supposed to get himself out of this now?

#soap #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #soap cod #call of duty mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #mw2 smut

[official-mr-knight]

Heya kid. Feelin' any better, Sleep good? Grabbed some uh.. breakfast yeah?

- he sets a wrapped breakfast sandwich on the table next to you -

Made sure it was vegan an' all that ~🎲🔆

Ah.. Mr. Joe.. T.. Thank you, yea m'alright..thanks for the help, yea?.. Also late goodnight/good morning wha' ever eheh- but yea, thank you!

#steven grant #roleplay blog #moon knight #moon knight system #Mr. Joe!

[adoratixns]

ooc: closed starter for luke | fire & ice au

the curly haired male was all but nervous for the game to start, pacing the hallway of their shared apartment. he was only stopped in his movements by a hand that came to calm his body with its mere touch. "m'alright." he lied. "just ready for the game to be over."

#morgan:thread. #fvntasmic #fire & ice au. #morgan:luke

[yookoota]

I’m going card sharking mother (about to leave in un-slay outfit)

M'alright. Don't do much trouble.

#wdym by un slay outfit btw sddsfdfgdf

[thatconfusedanon]

-A head peeks into Altair's room, checking in on him.-

Altair? Are you up yet? How're you feeling?

[ @thelivingbluescreen ]

*He looked towards the voice and saw Ai. He pulled themselves into an upright sitting position, rubbing his eyes.*

m'alright... not exactly in my best condition but m'alright...

[straightupsickfics]

For the sentence thing: It was embarrassing, or even shameful, to be so tired so early in the day, but there he was nonetheless, trying his best not to look suspicious as he tried his best not to nod off.

It was embarrassing, or even shameful, to be so tired so early in the day, but there he was nonetheless, trying his best not to look suspicious as he tried his best not to nod off.

It's before noon during one of Stede's now infamous Crew Meetings, and Ed's pretty sure he's never felt more fucking wrung out and exhausted in his life.

"So, anyway, I think going by way of the coast is the best move here, really, because... Ed? Are you alright?"

Ed startles at the sudden mention of his name, and he has to shake himself back into focus.

"Mm? Yeah, m'alright, just resting my eyes, y'know how it is," Ed says quickly. "Night watch went long last night, s'all."

He knows Stede knows he wasn't on night watch last night, but he also knows that Stede will just go with it. Ed lifts a single eyebrow and nods, trying his best to convey that he's probably not fine but he would very much rather not discuss it with the entire crew present.

Stede just shoots him a worried little look, but Black Pete nods as if Ed's just shared the secrets of the universe, so they all move on rather quickly.

"Anyway, I think that's our plan for the next week or so," Stede says at the end of their meeting, clapping his hands together. "Any questions can be handled... er... later. Everyone, enjoy your afternoons!"

The crew give him a few puzzled looks, since Stede usually called for a crew-wide meal or activity after these little meetings, but they also seem relieved to have a few moments of freedom. In particular, Ed watches as Jim and Olu sidle away together, heads bent in close, and can't help but smile just a little despite how shitty he feels.

"You're sure you're alright, m'dear?" Stede's voice is right by Ed's ear this time, and he's leaning in good and close and pulling him in against him now that everyone's gone.

Ed immediately relaxes into Stede, letting his head rest against Stede's shoulder. He's so solid and warm enough against him that Ed wants to melt right into him, steady in the knowledge that Stede will know just what to do about his stuffy nose, watery eyes, and sore head and throat.

"N'do..." Ed sighs. "Don't know where this fucking came from but I feel like shit, if I'm honest. Never get sick..."

Stede clucks his tongue, and that warm, sympathetic look is back again. "Poor Edward," he says, his tone hushed even though it's just the two of them now. "Why don't we go back downstairs for a bit, hm? No one'll know the difference."

Ed just nods as Stede loops his arm through Ed's and guide him back to their captain's quarters.

As soon as they get down to their rooms, Stede tugs Ed back into bed, gathering him in against his chest and hugging him tightly.

"You were snoring last night," Stede says into Ed's hair. He tucks a stray strand of gray hair behind Ed's ear and looks at him, really looks at him in a way that makes Ed feel exposed in a way he's never been before.

"Sorry," Ed says quickly.

"No, I just mean... You never snore, sweetheart," Stede explains. "You're a clingy sleeper, not a loud one. No, don't apologize," Stede says, stopping Ed before he can interrupt him again. Stede pulls the blankets from the bed up and around the both of them, even though Ed's sure Stede can't possibly need them the way Ed does.

"Oh?" Ed's head is throbbing, and it's all he can do to follow the conversation, but he's so warm, tucked in so close to Stede that he doesn't let himself think about what this means for Blackbeard, or the crew, or anything else.

Here, with Stede, and the cold he's definitely caught that will be running through him the next few days, he can just be Edward, and Stede will be here with him, no questions asked, while he deals with it.

It's nice, actually, having someone he knows he can count on. With this in mind, Ed looks up at Stede, who's smiling over at him, soft and familiar and warm, and he lets his head fall once more against Stede's chest.

#this is what 5 sentence looks like #it's not shameful ed pls just rest <3 #of//md #my fic #anonymous

[redstarsandnightmares]

"Can you stand?"

It was rare that something knocked him off his feet like that, but being tossed across the room by Banner's massive green friend would definitely knock the wind out of you. He laid there slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Yeah...m'alright, Tasha. I guess calling him the Jolly Green Giant was a little uncalled for, huh? Who knew he was that sensitive? Next time, I'll ignore the monosyllabic insults, I promise."

#〘⋯✪asks - where's the fight?⋯〛 #ovdovetyeye #〘⋯✪My Romanova - And you were the one good thing in all of it.⋯〛

[chocosnowflake0]

M'alright! Then, second post now 👀 @cultoftheswag's Nari & Lamb,,, here we got some pretty baes

look at them

they're better dressed than me

#cotl #cotl au #cult of the lamb #cotl fanart #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #fanart #myart #hotcocoasan

[forgaeven1]

[ hold ]  –  for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. /meera for gendry, if u like ! :^)

he's been havin' those breathing spells again—

lately it's gotten worse. it'd be better, he reckons, if it's somethin' like what the other folks were havin', which were usually some sort of fit or cry in their sleep. and you'd think no one would know, but the encampment around winterfell hasn't actually dispersed despite the long night bein' behind 'em, 'cause apparently there's another war t' fight, down there in the south, in king's landing, one where gendry has no intention of goin', but it's still important, isn't it ? 'cause it means, if the dragons won, then there'd be a targaryen on the seat again, and gendry doesn't actually know what that'll mean — he'd cared very little o' the bloody throne ever since he was hunted 'cause of it — but he's sure it'll be- a change.

it already is, with all these dothrakis and foreign soldiers wit' their arms all out. what was the name again? maybe if he could just remember, he'd get his breathing right in control. get his head t' think of something else besides the way his chest feels tight, and his throat feels funny. fuck, gendry thinks. fuck! and he's trying to wring his fists and extends his fingers, works his jaw to get- he doesn't know- to try to get breath in, he supposes, but all gendry feels instead is as if he's seconds away from weeping. or dying, take your pick. head swarming with- with the cold, and the whiteness of the snow, and blood against that white, and wights, and corpses, so many o' them, oh the smell, and the burning, and letter of legitimisation, and a sound of protest — i'm just a bastard — and ser davos comin' t' talk to him, and her cousin's name, shireen, just a little girl, burnt at the stake, and arya, and her lists, her stupid lists, and her back, walking away from him, and the red lady, and—

a hand pulls at his face; gendry heaves, his whole body, despite the north surrounding them, feels hot. like he's been running non-stop at the smithy, like all he's had t' do the whole day was stand under the sun. in the north, ye' could barely see the sun. some of the northernmen said that summer'll come soon now that the white walkers are no more. it's already warming up, they told him, but gendry thinks they're only pulling his legs. or maybe not. not right now, at least, because it's hot, and gendry feels- he feels exhausted, and nauseous, and scared, and—

❛⠀m'alright, ❜ he insists, gulping, though he breathes now - and there's a big sigh of relief from that as his lungs greedily takes what it couldn't before. gendry falls a little into the steadiness of her hands. they're skinny, he thinks distantly. pale little things. hands o' a lady. she shouldn't be touchin' him, but gendry has no strength to pull anyone away. he could barely stand as it is. he focuses only in breathing instead, following the sway of her thumbs. it's the only thing he could do. ❛⠀m'alright. ❜

@womanlives — the intimacy of hands.

#womanlives #womanlives: meera. #oh u killed me #gendry. #gendry; interactions.

[zariyari]

"But you don't, we don't get sick. Do demons get sick? But how have I never known?" Aziraphale frets.

"No, no." Crowley waves a dismissive hand. "No illness."

"So..." Fingers fumble in Crowley's hairline and he floats off somewhere much nicer than feverish and dizzy, or maybe somewhere exactly like that. Aziraphale's voice feels like a hymn, a dirge, a heavy rock song carrying him away, "What is this? Crowley? Crowley! Talk to me."

Two snake eyes pop open only to drift off again. "Hnrg. Sss'nothing. M'alright, Angel. Jussst..."

#good omens #aziracrow #my writing #i wrote this while i was sick woooooooooo #i need aziraphale fretting over crowley after the way s2 ended T-T #might finish it.. #crowley's “sick”

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continued from here / @ospraey

laid out leisurely on his bedroll, oberon had been stirred from his trance rather abruptly by the sounds of barely - muffled cries and   SHALLOW  ,  PANICKED  BREATHS   . thinking the camp under attack, he'd jolted upright, only to be surprised by the otherwise   deathly  -  still  quiet   of the night. that's when the echo knight had gone 'round checking his companions tents, stopping when he'd reached maverick's and the sound of   harsh  ,  ragged  gasping   began again. frowning, he'd ducked in through the tentflaps, finding the rogue [ thrashing about ] in his sleep, face stained with tear - streaks. what   a  truly  awful   sight  —  it made oberon's stomach churn for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on. and, so, with that discomfort roiling in his gut, he'd grabbed maverick by the shoulder   ( not gently by any means, but not roughly either )   . 

he jolts awake near - instantaneously, sending his eladrin companion reeling onto his backside with a start.   'hells, mav, it's just me,'   he grumbles, moving to right himself.   ' ... it's you,'   maverick responds, voice ragged  —  broken, even. oberon notes the way the rogue reaches   a  trembling  hand   toward his face, but falters with a flinch. the frown pulling at cobalt lips grows louder, and the echo knight reaches out to grab maverick's hand, leaning forward so that he's   cupping  oberon's  jaw   in his hand just - so.   'see? m'alright, promise. didn't mean to frighten you, but … yes, you did wake me. that sounded like a particularly nasty night - terror, i must say,'   he remarks, leaning into   THE  ROGUE'S  TOUCH   absent - mindedly.   'would you perhaps like to accompany me for a short walk? to clear your mind, even if only for a moment?'

#heehee hoo #OBERON. in character #OBERON. act ii #ospraey