#mister clever x reader

[waywardsummoner46]

You’ll be Perfect

Pairing: Mister Clever x (?)Reader, Eleventh Doctor x (?)Reader

Summary: Out of all of the Doctor’s enemies, the Cybermen were the most persistent. Never failing to demolish any hope of a decent time on whatever planet the Doctor decided to take you all, this time. Finding that the future still unfortunately has Cybermen launches you into another adventure except this time they pose even more of a threat than ever because this time… they have the Doctor.

Word Count: 2647

Warnings: Dark!Doctor, slight body horror, mind control, manipulation, slight violence

A/N: I’ve missed being able to write. Thank you all for the warm welcome and let me know what you think of this fic :)

Out of all of the Doctor’s enemies, the Cybermen were the most persistent. Never failing to demolish any hope of a decent time on whatever planet the Doctor decided to take you all, this time.  

  You, Clara and the Doctor.  A new pair of companions but the same Doctor… again. Sometimes your heart clenched painfully for him; he’ll never truly escape lonliness. 

  Wrenching yourself out of your thoughts, you focus on what lies before you: the three of you and Clara’s “kids” had visited the most famous amusement park in the Galaxy with the full intention of being amused. As it turned out, the Cybermen had a completely different idea. 

  There had been a numerous amount of things you had deemed suspicious. The chess playing Cyberman that was completely unsuspicious and absolutely child friendly for example. Or the itty bitty bugs that looked undoubtedly like Cybermites littering the park. 

  As it turns out, you were right. The future still unfortunately has Cybermen except this time they pose even more of a threat than ever because this time… they have the Doctor. 

You don’t know how it happened. 

  First you and the Doctor had followed your curiosity and began studying one of the Cybermites. He found that there was an active frequency and once he’d pinpointed it, you both had been transported to this odd, technological looking room where you found Angus and Angie - both being controlled by the Cybermen. 

  The Doctor had immediately rushed over to make sure they were safe but was given no response. 

  He looked to the corner of the room and saw, “Wibley?” The owner of the place and now Cyberman. 

  “We needed children but the children had stopped coming,” he spoke coolly and began approaching you and the Doctor. “You brought us children. Hail to you, the Doctor! Saviour of the Cybermen.” 

  You glanced at the Doctor and saw the utter confusion and devastation on his face. You knew that that wasn’t true, the Doctor would never put peoples lives at risk like that, let alone kids (but he’d done it to you before, hadn’t he?).

  Almost peacefully, they both sat down at the table in the middle of the room; you stood behind the Doctor and were checking for any injuries on the two siblings. 

  Wibley began explaining the downfall of the Cybermen, how their technology wasn’t further developed enough to be able to survive in the future and so, very gradually, they began to develop. 

  To use the visitors of the park - children in particular - as spare parts. As repairs and updates for a more advanced race of Cybermen. 

  “The next model will be undefeatable.”

  “Nothings undefeatable,” the Doctor said darkly. Your brows furrowed a bit at his tone but you remained silent nonetheless. 

  Wibley rose abruptly and began walking towards you and the children. Standing defensively in front of them, Wibley payed no mind to your pathetic attempts at protection and continued to talk. “We needed children to build a new Cyberplanet. A child’s brain with its infinite potentials is perfect for our needs and yet… we no longer need the children.” 

  He turned to look down at you and the Doctor grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him. Almost as quickly as it had happened, he looked back to the Doctor. 

  “The Cybermites have been scanning your brain, Doctor. It’s quite remarkable.” Again, he started walking towards the Doctor and they both looked terrifying at that moment. 

  “Also useless to you, Cybermen need human parts. I’m. Not. Human. You can’t convert non-humans.” 

   Before the next words even left Wibley’s mouth, you knew what he was going to say: “That was true long ago but we’ve upgraded ourselves! Current Cyberunits use almost any living components.” 

  They were both looking at each other, the Doctor leaning against the table and Wibley by the wall opposite. Your eyes widened when you realised just what Wibley was reaching for in his pockets, dashing away from the kids and desperately jumping in front of the Doctor… but you were too late. 

  He’d thrown the Cybermites at the Doctor and they began climbing up him. 

  Raw panic overtook the Doctor’s face and he yelled at you to get back. You could only watch in horror as his entire body convulsed and twisted in grotesque ways on itself and onto the table. 

  His back was bent horrifically backwards and something was glowing blue on his face. 

  And then it stopped. Everything stopped. 

  A loud gasp echoed through the room and he straightened abruptly. “Incorporated,” he muttered, feeling his face and torso with his hands similar to when he regenerated. “A familiar pulmonary set up, nervous system hyper-conductive, remarkable brain processing speed,” this… this Cybercontrolled Doctor rambled. This couldn’t be happening, this could not be happening. 

  He ran up to Wibley, completely ignoring you and massaged his shoulders. You’d never been so scared in all your life - the Doctor wasn’t the Doctor, you were alone again. 

  “Oh yes,” he said again. His eyes darted to you and darkened immediately with something akin to curiosity. 

  His steps towards you were slow, torturously so, and the steps you took back didn’t seem to be big enough at all. “Now this is interesting.” 

  Before you could ask what, he spasmed again and the Doctor, your Doctor, took control. “Get out of my HEAD!” 

  He spasmed again and looked at you with twisted delight. “Relax! Relax, if you relax you’ll find this a perfectly pleasant experience.” 

  He grabbed one of your hands with his own and with the other, he placed it on your hip and began twirling you two around the room. What were you supposed to do? The Doctor was at war with himself and all you could do was watch. “You are being upgraded to being a Cyberplanner.”

  His fingers twitched in yours and a vengeful look crossed his face. Concern was found in his eyes as the Doctor gazed down at you. 

  “GET OUT OF MY HEAD!” He yelled in agony. Silent tears streamed down your face as you watched him. 

  Another twitch and he was back. His grip on you loosened in favour of him jumping onto the table. “This is brilliant!” He sings. 

  “I was so clever before but now I’m even more clever.”  He said that he’d have to rewrite the Doctor’s entire nervous system and you paled. If that was done then there would be no more Doctor forever. 

  “Doctor…” you said feebly. He ignored you. 

  “But this is going to be the most efficient Cyberplanner,” he said, arms stretched to either side of him. “Quite a dull name - I could call myself… Mister Clever.” 

  It was that that made you pause and almost laugh at the obscenity of the entire situation. The most intelligent Cyberman in the universe and the name he’d settled upon was something a nine year old would name their drawing? 

  “So much data. The Timelords,” you looked up at him, face dropping at his insane look. “There’s information on the Timelords in here. And - ohhhh, now that is interesting.” 

  You gulped as he looked down at you. 

  “Very, very interesting indeed.” 

  He jumped off the table, startling you, and stalked towards you like a predator. “Doctor? What are you doing?”  

  “Oh no, my dear. Dear old Doctor has been  locked up in here, away from anything and everything.” 

  Your lips quivered and you willed no more tears to fall. “You’re lying. He’s still in there, Doctor listen to me! You need to fight him! Come back, please!” You pleaded without paying any head to how desperate you sounded. 

  He smirked darkly at you. He’d backed you right into the children and seemed to cage you in with them. 

  Angie and Artie grabbed one of your arms each and continued to stare forward with a dead expression. You glimpsed Wibley exiting the room, leaving you to face this twisted Doctor on your own. 

  “Doctor, ple-“ 

  “The Doctor’s gone, (Y/N). And he won’t be coming back,” he twitched and your eyes widened, grasping at the opportunity. 

  “Doctor, Doctor! Fight it, I’m here. Oh, thank god. What can I do?” 

  He gasped for breath and raised a trembling hand to his breast pocket, pulling out his sonic screwdriver and thrust it into your chest. 

  “T-take this and go. Reverse the frequency of the Cybermite and go back to where you came from.” 

  You stared at him in bewilderment. “Doctor, I’m not leaving without you. Why would you even say th-?”

  “Take it now and go! I can’t stop him, I can’t stop what he’ll do to you,” he pleaded. You saw the sheer desperation and hopelessness in his eyes and knew then and there that you would do whatever it took to save him. 

  You square your shoulders. “No.” 

  “(Y/N)!” He twitched one last time and was left staring at the floor breathlessly. “Oh, (Y/N)... you really should’ve listened to him.” 

  You swallowed around the sob in your throat. “I’m not leaving without him.” 

  Finally, he looked up and you gasped. His eyes… the colours were… changing? “Then, you’ll never leave again.” 

  Within the next second, he threw something at you and you registered crawling and several little pinpricks. You desperately tried to wrench your arms from the children's grasp so that  you could claw at whatever was climbing up your chest up to your neck and dotting all over your face. It hurts! Oh god, it hurts. You wanted to plead with the thing in front of you to make it stop. 

  You mouthed a plea but it was stolen from you. A pain unlike anything you’d ever felt spawned from your forehead as the pinpricks stabbed into it, planting itself within your skin and making your eyes roll back into your head.  

  An unearthly scream ripped itself from your throat and echoed horrifically throughout the room. 

  Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with a powerful fatigue and your eyes refused to focus on the man in front of you. “What’d you… do to m’?” You slurred. 

  He stood right in front of you and tilted your head up with his hand. Your eyes were drooping dangerously low and all of your other senses were muffled. 

  His closeness brought enough clarity for you to notice an almost fondness in his gaze as he looked down at you. 

  “I’m making you perfect,” and then it all went black. 

Opening your eyes took more effort than you cared to admit. Keeping them open was another story altogether. 

  The instant you managed to keep them open for longer than a second a full body shudder went through you. “Sh, sh, sh. Not yet, you’re not ready.” 

  The once comforting voice of the Doctor now made you go ramrod straight in terror. Your eyes refused to open to specify where exactly he was or where your current room was but you knew that regardless of the added vision, you’d still be as clueless, and as scared, as you were now. 

  There was an odd pressure on your forehead and multiple parts of your body were stinging unpleasantly. All you could do was let out indistinguishable noises of fear and pain. 

  You felt rather than saw the presence of the Doctor’s body looming over you. What you didn’t sense was his hand reaching for your forehead, almost hesitantly. When he touched it, you shuddered again but didn’t stop this time. 

  This time your body was writhing in whatever bindings confined you. Screams tore from your throat and your eyes bulged in their sockets.

  Makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstopmakeit-

  “Open your eyes, (Y/N).” 

  Your eyes snapped open, unseeing. It was difficult to process anything other than-

  “Look at me,” said the Doctor. You looked at him immediately, no emotion present on your face. He tilted his head thoughtfully and clicked his tongue multiple times. “Not perfect yet, are you?”

  He stood from where he was above you and began rummaging around your cell, unworthy of being called anything else. “Come on, come on, come on, come on! Think! You’re the smartest Cybercontroller the Universe has ever seen and you’ve got a Timelords mind at your will. THINK!” 

  …timelord? 

  That word alone was enough to break you out of whatever stupor you were in. Jerking violently, you seethed at the Cyberman. “Let us go.”

  He looked at you again but not in response to what you said but in response to what caused you to say it. “That’s it, isn’t it? That’s what your deepest, darkest secret is Doctor, hey? You knew all along, didn’t you?” He yelled to no one. Hope foolishly filled you, could the Doctor still be in there? 

  “Of course you did,” he sneered. “But you were selfish, just like you always have been. And ohh, it’ll be your downfall.” 

  The Doctor’s body walked towards a console situated by your head. A few buttons were pressed and the metal slab you were on turned to a vertical angle, leaving the two of you with inches between you. 

  He shuddered a little bit and grinned manically. “Oh, Doctor. You truly are our saviour.” 

  “He’s not dead, is he?” 

  “He will be.” His breath fanned across your face and the horrid flashing blue lights from the Cybernetics on his face illuminated the gap between you. 

  Your lips quivered. “What do you want from us?” Hopelessness was all that could be heard in your voice. 

  He didn’t answer; only gripped your jaw with one of his hands and moved your face around studiously. You went to yank it out of his grip but it tightened painfully, making you whimper. 

  “Please don’t hurt me.” 

 “Hurt you? Pointless, waste of time. I’m upgrading you, I’m making you perfect!” He whispered… and then it began. 

  His eyes changed colour. Going from brown to blue to green to… to purple and pink and orange and green and- 

  It changed to every colour all at once and changed back again. They swirled and sifted and whirled and the patterns in them were difficult to make out. 

  Subconsciously, your head had leant forward towards the eyes, feeling the need to be as close to them as you could. 

  A gentle hand smoothed the hair from your eyes. It caused you to blink, confused at the reminder of other senses but any confusion vanished when it stroked your forehead. 

 You moaned quietly at the pleasurable feeling. 

  “Fascinating,” a voice said. You knew that voice… the Doctor! 

  “D’ctor,” you mumbled blearily, giving voice to your thoughts and were immediately quieted. 

  “Look at my eyes, (Y/N).” The voice was right; all you needed to do was look. At the pretty lights and colours… and patterns and… swirls…

  “That’s right, good girl,” you smiled drowsily at the praise. “Look deep into my eyes. Aren’t the patterns pretty?” They were pretty, the voice was right.  

  “Pr’tty.”

 The intensity of the eyes grew as they got closer and you found more and more of your attention being consumed by them. Something was still nagging at you though, something… deep… deep… deep in… in the eyes…

  “Don’t wander away from me, (Y/N). Just look at my eyes, focus entirely on them.” Something cool and calloused was touching each of your temples and in that moment it felt like there was nothing else in the universe apart from you and the eyes. 

  You let out a long sigh. 

  “That’s right, just breathe,” the feeling from your temples adjusted so that it cradled your face. Ever-so gently, it brushed your cheeks in a soothing manner. It didn’t take you long to feel drowsy. Fatigue crashed over you like a wave and you were drowning in its comfort.

  The eyes crinkled, “Sleep now, my little timelord.” Sleep sounded nice.

  Just as the warm blackness of sleep overtook you, you heard a final whisper.

  “When you wake up, you’ll be perfect.” 

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[slytherizz]

Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

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Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest. 

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?" 

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly. 

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin. 

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged. 

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?” 

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest. 

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges. 

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams. 

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight. 

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical. 

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly. 

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom. 

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs. 

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was. 

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand. 

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach. 

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat? 

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work. 

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been. 

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm. 

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?" 

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears. 

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race. 

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder. 

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath. 

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes. 

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned. 

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect. 

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success. 

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they. 

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her. 

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four. 

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat. 

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child. 

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled. 

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for. 

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other  reasons it appeals to me.” 

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him. 

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle. 

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity. 

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl. 

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment. 

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed. 

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall. 

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently. 

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs. 

“Sebastian - please,” she whined. 

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a  groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian��sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke. 

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers. 

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree. 

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach. 

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian. 

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress. 

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation. 

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh. 

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress. 

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips. 

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock. 

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.  

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft. 

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach. 

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust. 

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately. 

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out. 

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined. 

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.” 

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear. 

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her. 

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke. 

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard. 

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock. 

Willing it to take root. 

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take. 

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away. 

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one. 

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her. 

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval. 

“Care to test the theory?”

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Breaking Free

[A/N: I’m driving home for my externship (and Thanksgiving!) so you know what that means- too much time on the road to daydream 🙃 Pls enjoy Gibbs being an infuriating slut]

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x female reader

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You repeatedly pat your boyfriend’s arm, pointing to his left at a sign that’s sure to snag you the win of your road trip competition. It’s become an annual tradition to pass the time by finding the most outrageous billboards on your way to Thanksgiving with your parents and Jethro’s father in Pennsylvania.

“That’s gotta be the best one,” you say confidently. “It even has a handcuff reference for you!”

The large sign promises that if you’re Shackled by LUST? then Jesus can FREE you.

Jethro grunts by way of acknowledgment then poses, “You scream oh my god a lot when I’m inside you- d’ya think that counts?”

“Not, like, a lot a lot,” you protest ever so eloquently, incensed by the smirk blooming on his face and his clever avoidance of admitting defeat.

Clearly your darling boyfriend takes that as a challenge.

The hand resting on your denim clad thigh begins creeping higher and you cut your eyes over to Jethro to find his focus is still dutifully on the expanse of highway ahead. “Whatcha doin’ there, Jay?”

“Driving,” he answers easily, hand moving higher yet. The corner of his lips visible to you arches upward when he meets the cool metal of the button on your jeans, but his smile falters when he fumbles to get it open. “Little help here?”

Raising one eyebrow, you counter, “You wanna prove a point, you put in the work, mister.”

He huffs out a breath, then twists his wrist and finally succeeds in popping the button open with a triumphant laugh. Jethro doesn’t even bother to try with the zipper after that; he simply shoves his hand into your pants so the zipper gets forced down its track.

You gasp when his fingers slide through your folds, and Jethro produces a quiet growl in the back of his throat when he finds you already wet for him. That sound alone has you moaning out a low, “Oh my god,” and your boyfriend outright laughs at you while his middle finger circles your clit. “That was only once- oh fuck, oh my god- okay, twice, you jerk,” you feebly defend yourself.

Jethro sinks two fingers knuckle deep into your pussy with an amused hum, and you slap your palm against the roof of the truck while crying out a third iteration of the deity-invoking phrase. “I can’t- oh fuck me- stand you sometimes,” you bite out, lifting your hips to help Jethro’s fingers slip in and out of you with ease.

“Good thing you’re sitting then,” he fires back, chancing a glance away from the road to smirk at you.

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth in a feeble attempt to muffle your cries, but Jethro brushes his palm over your clit while curling his fingers and another breathy, “Oh my god,” slips out of your traitorous mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” your boyfriend praises you, no longer bothering to mask his delight. “Free yourself from those shackles.”

A laugh punches out of you that morphs into a wanton moan when he curls his fingers again, and your cries rise higher and higher in pitch until you’re clenching around Jethro’s fingers, calling out a litany of curses with a healthy dose of his name mixed in. You drop back into the seat, boneless, with a final, “Oh my god.”

Jethro slips his slick-coated fingers out of your still throbbing cunt and points out your window to another billboard flying by, then runs his sinful tongue along his fingers, groaning at your taste. “I’m always right,” he asserts with a content hum, “and I win.”

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.2 K Warnings: None Prompt: It's time to get back at Severus for being a constant ass... This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 37: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight)

You had retired to one of the tables alongside Remus to explain your plan. It was simple enough to execute, and it wouldn’t cause any harm. Well, as long as Ackley’s prank treats didn’t cause any harm, since your entire plan depended on those. 

 “You think it’ll work?” you asked him. 

He bit his lip, a small frown adorning his handsome features as he thought about it, about 5 seconds later he nodded, a small smile spreading on his lips. “You’re a brilliant little witch, aren’t you?” 

You beamed at his praise, standing just a bit straighter  as he said it, and leaned in just a little closer to him, cheeks brushing against each other as you went over the plan by whispering into each other’s ear. 

“Mister Lupin, Miss (Y/LN), pleasure to see you here,” a voice said from behind. You turned to your teacher with a smile. 

“Professor Slughorn, we must thank you for the invitation.” 

He nodded, “Oh no, the gratitude is mine, such a lovely presence adorning the party,” he said. “I see you’ve made an interesting choice,” he said, now turning straight to you, “How did Mister Black take it?” 

Remus looked at you from the side, seeming weary at Slughorn’s question, you simply smiled at the teacher, “Sirius is more than okay with it,” you reassured. “In fact, he did mention he wasn’t a big fan of Christmas parties.”

Slughorn raised his eyebrows and nodded, you tightened your smile, then another wizard approached Slughorn. “Ah, Roan,” he said with a smile as he pulled the young man and placed a hand on his back, having him face the two of you, “These are some of my best students,” he said pointing at both you and Remus. “Exceptional Wizards,” he praised, “Remus is clever and strong, and this young lady here is brilliant at charms and hexes, I would know, she accidentally hexed one of my kids,” he said, hailing the way you had confringoed Evan. “Very advanced spells I tell you, they would both be brilliant additions to your department,” he said. 

The man smiled, he was slightly shorter than Remus, but held his head high with a smile and a rather prideful look, not in a bad way though, Roan, reminded you a lot of Nightshade actually, that same regal look, thought his hair was a lighter brown and his skin was a lot more tan in comparison to her. He extended his hand to Remus. “Roan Elnore,” he said, “pleasure to meet you both.” Once he shook Remus’ hand, he extended it towards you. His hand was rough and strong, on the smaller side compared to your boys’ thought. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elnore,” you responded.

“Please, call me Roan,” he said with a laugh, “Mr. Elnore is my father.” 

“Roan,” you said with a smile, you didn’t miss the way Remus stepped closer to you after that, as if protectively, or perhaps, possessively. Roan didn’t miss it either and he took a short step back, that’s when you noticed a sharp claw mark that shone from behind his ear to almost the front of his neck, it was outside of Remus’ field of vision, and you weren’t sure if Roan had purposely moved his head in such a way that’d you’d have to notice or if you had just perceived it that way. 

But the scar almost made you lean closer, it was dreadfully similar to the ones that covered Remus’ body, and to the three –now healing– marks across your arm. You almost stepped closer to try and perceive it better but held back when you realised, again, that Remus’ shoulder was almost in front of yours, impeding you from walking any closer. 

“Your department?” Remus asked.

Slughorn smiled as if he had been waiting for one of you to ask. “Ah yes, Roan here, works for the ministry, why don’t you tell them all about it while I go greet some more guests?” Slughorn said as he patted Roan on the back and moved to talk to some other students. 

Roan laughed awkwardly, “Some things never change, do they?” he said with an awkward smile, “I work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” he said with a smile, Remus tensed and it was you who stepped closer to him this time around. 

“Oh, really?” you said, mustering a charming smile as you attempted to divert the attention from Remus, “And what do you do?” 

“I oversee the Registry of Dangerous Creatures,” he said simply. “We basically have to make sure all creatures like goblins, giants, trolls, dragons, werewolves, etc. are identified and–” 

You could feel Remus tense even further and you casually dragged your hand to his, taping your finger over his until he wrapped it around yours, you tightened it reassuringly. “Punished?” Remus offered. 

“Salazar No!” Roan answered as he shook his head, “I know some people who despise dangerous magical creatures, yes, but while they are dangerous because it’s in their nature, it doesn’t mean they’re not either provoked or without the capacity to control themselves,” he explained. “Werewolves, for example, can be extremely dangerous, but only a few times a year.”

You smiled at that, “Yeah, I agree,” you responded. “Most ‘dangerous’ magical creatures are only such a thing because we have invaded their natural habitat and provoked them.” 

“Exactly!” Roan said as he leaned onto you, clearly happy that you understood exactly what he meant. “It’s what I’ve been trying to convince the ministry of,” he explained, “It’s a tough battle, but I don’t plan on giving up.” 

“We’d both be pleased to help,” you said with a smile, now paying a closer look to his scar, it most definitely looked werewolf-infringed. 

“Roan, darling!” you heard a familiar voice approach and were slightly taken aback when you witnessed the way Seraphina wrapped her arms around the young man and pulled him into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” 

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said with a smile, looking at her with adoration. You turned to Remus and he gave you an equally confused look. 

Roan pressed a short kiss to her lips and then turned back to you, “Do you also teach this young couple? Slughorn was giving me all sorts of praises for the two of them.” 

Remus pulled his hand away from you in an instant, feeling nervous after giving the man such an impression. 

Seraphina, who had her hands on Roan’s arm turned to you, a kind of shine in her eyes you saw only when you cast the right spell on a duel, or when you got the answer to a question correct, “They’re not a couple darling,” she explained simply. “And yes, I do teach them, in fact, I’ve talked to you about her,” she said pointing at you, “She’s my star duelist.” 

“It is her?” he asked with raised eyebrows and Seraphina smiled and nodded in return, you swallowed at that, “You’re Silas’ daughter?” he asked almost in disbelief. 

You nodded in return. “And that’s Remus Lupin,” she said, emphasising his last name. 

“Blimey, you’re the son of my boss,” he said with a gasp. Remus smiled awkwardly, he had never been the son of anyone’s boss before, and while he knew his father worked at the Ministry, he didn’t know of him having many people working directly for him at the department, but he had been working there for almost as many years his own age, so in a way, it made sense.  Regardless, Remus felt like Roan was placing him on the same level as you, as if your father’s exceptional political career was equal to his own father’s. He had never felt like that before. Always failing to understand the weight on James’ or Sirius’ shoulders after coming from pureblood families. 

“You’ve met Lyall?” you said curiously, “I’ve only ever heard from him. Hopefully, I’ll get to meet him soon.”

“He’ll be delighted by such a bright young witch, surely,” Roan replied. 

“Certainly,” agreed Seraphina. 

“You are married?” you asked, looking at the two of them with a charming smile, following along the conversation and changing the focus when you noticed Remus didn’t seem too comfortable with them speaking about his father or the registry. Remus, on the other hand, was absolutely impressed with how well you were handling the conversation. It’s not that he struggled to maintain conversations, but you managed to keep the talk flowing with a rather effortless approach. 

And it wasn’t because you were particularly outgoing, but you had been to several political events with your parents, so you had kept a lot of conversations with older people before, you were awfully used to the politics, and you had developed a way to use your charm to veer conversations in whichever way you needed them to go, in this case, away from Remus and his father’s work. 

Seraphina smiled at your boldness, “Not yet darling, we decided to wait a little bit more until things were less complicated and we could make a big party with no looming danger,” she said. “Roan here has a lot of family members, and they sure would be offended if we made a party without inviting them.” 

“She says that, but it’s her family that would be really offended,” the man reproached. “And trust me, you do not want to cross the Nightshades,” he leaned a little closer. “They can be terrifying sometimes.” 

You smiled at that, giving a small look at Nightshade before nodding in agreement, yes, she was stunning, but that didn’t take away her presence, she was delightful in a rather icy way, like an ice queen that could freeze you if you did something that could upset her, and yet, you still liked her very much.  

Nightshade jokingly shoved Roan by the shoulder, it was rather interesting to see this side of her, a lot more playful and youthful in comparison to the much more stoic ballerina vibe she gave off as a teacher, it made you wonder how she might have been when she was just a student. 

You had taken the moment Roan leaned closer to pay a little more attention to his scar, and then when he was shoved by Nightshade, you noticed there was another one peeking from his long-sleeved shirt, barely a the tail of a scar, but you had seen similar ones, on Remus’ hands. 

“Are you planning anything tomorrow?” You asked the two of them. “I mean, I know it’s the last day of class and you must be rather busy with grading and such, but we were thinking of preparing a small dinner,” you said pointing at both you and Remus, “With the rest of our friends, of course. And if you’re still around, Roan, you’re more than welcome to come.” 

Remus, whose hand had at some point travelled to your arm by crossing his behind you, squeezed as if trying to remind you what day tomorrow would be, but you being so calm with stating you would have a dinner had thrown him off guard too, since obviously you had planned no such thing. You didn’t pay much mind to it, almost completely focused on Nightshade who gave you a sharp look, almost telling you she had understood exactly what you were doing while narrowing her eyes. You gave her a soft look in return, even throwing in a bit of a tight-lipped smile. 

Roan’s breath caught in his throat for only a second before he turned to you, “Oh, thank you for the invitation, but I must get back to London with Seraphina early in the morning, we still have some business in the ministry.” 

“Of course, do not worry, I’m sure we’ll get more than enough time to meet again on a different day,” you said. “Anyway, Rem and I were just about to walk over to the food table when Slughorn came over,” you explained, “would you like us to bring you something?” 

“No darling, we just ate,” Nightshade said as she sent a courteous nod to both you and Remus and started moving towards a different place. 

“It was nice to meet you guys, if you’re ever over at the ministry, I’d love to see you,” he said as he followed his girlfriend along. 

Both you and Remus walked over to the sweets table and then towards one of the corners of the room, “What was that about the party?” 

You turned to him, almost peering through your lashes before raising your head, a small smile on your lips, Remus thought he’d never seen such an angelic look on someone with a smirk before. “You didn’t see Roan’s scars, did you?” Remus tilted his head. “He had one on his neck,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his and tracing your finger over the same area but on his skin. Remus almost shivered at your touch, your hand was cold from the drink you had grabbed at the table, and you assumed that had been the reason for the way his breath hitched on his throat and pulled your hand back. 

You then brought your hand up and traced your finger over it too, going first over the long sleeve of your dress near your upper arm and then just for a second touching your own skin. “He had another one there.” 

“Well, he works with magical creatures, dad also has a few of those,” Remus said, missing your point, and perhaps a little annoyed at the fact that you had been paying such close attention to Roan. 

“Yeah, but they didn’t look like just any scar, think of Alastor Moody, I’m sure you’ve seen at least a few pictures of him on the paper, his scars are different.” 

“How come?” 

You let your hand hover over your arm before deciding it would be a bad idea to remind Remus of the now-scarring tissue on your shoulder and decided to grab his hand instead. “They looked like this,” you said as you let your finger brush lightly over one of his scars. “The same depth, tones, tightness.” 

“Are you implying that–”

“I thought I was imagining things, but I’ve gotten pretty used to the way they look, Remus, I’ve seen them up close,” you took a deep breath, as you moved your shoulder just slightly, almost involuntarily but Remus noticed. “They were the same.” 

“So– whatever did it must have been–” 

“Like you,” you concluded. “Roan said they were only dangerous at certain points of the year. He even said he was trying to persuade the ministry. That's a pretty solid stance on werewolves compared to the rest of the people.” 

“He didn’t have as many of them,” Remus said, remembering some of the scars on his own face and the rest of his body, some you had seen, some you hadn’t. Even some already healing you had unwittingly caused the previous moon. It was silly really, how the two of you had scarred each other when you were the last people who would willingly hurt the other. 

You nodded, “Threw me off guard too,” you admitted. “But he’s older, Remus, and some time ago Nightshade admitted she knew what you were when she got hired, that she was close to Dumbledore even before she was a teacher here, and I just thought… What if he hired her because she already knew how to deal with, well you know.” 

“But the scars, it still doesn’t–” 

“That’s why I invited them to dinner.” 

“He said he had to work,” Remus said with a shrug. “He could have been telling the truth, although…” 

“You smelled his nervousness, didn’t you? I wasn’t paying attention to their answers, but rather, to their reactions. Nightshade threw me a look I know well, a warning. I think she knows I was close to figuring it out… and then there was the way Roan was holding his breath, I mean I cannot smell nervousness, not when I’m not Vixen, but I can see it. And you? Tonight especially.” 

Remus was frowning, looking at the floor and yet nowhere in particular as he bit his lip. He’s thinking, you realised. It was a look you had seen him make more than once when he was analysing situations, then he turned to you, his brown eyes could easily let you see how worried he was, “He smelled funny.” 

“You think he’d notice the same about you?” 

Remus sighed heavily, “I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s a lot of people, I was paying close attention because-” he trailed off as if he didn’t know what exactly to say after that. 

You looked at him, now analysing the situation at hand. The way he had stepped over you protectively, and how he had been looking at Roan rather intently. Roan was handsome. Not your type of handsome but attractive nonetheless. What if Remus was attracted to him…? You almost felt your cheeks warm at the thought crossed over your head. You couldn’t have drawn a more faulty conclusion. For someone who had identified a werewolf after one simple talk, you had, so far, been terrible at realising your friend’s feelings for you. 

“You were curious,” you offered, giving Remus an easy way out, and he nodded. It was better for you to think that, than knowing that, in reality, he had actually been smelling the way you reacted to Roan. But most of all, he was trying to make sure that you still smelled like him. He almost couldn’t live without being able to feel his scent all over you and Sirius anymore. He sometimes wondered if that was the wolf, or if he was just possessive like that. More often than not it was hard for him to draw the line where Moony ended and Remus started. 

“Yeah,” he added. 

“He seems like a convenient friend to have,” you said. 

“What if he’s evil though? What if he’s with the other werewolves, like Forrester or… Greyback?” You knew what a delicate subject Greyback was to Remus, he had told you the story of how he’d ended up being a werewolf. He had told you about Lyall and his prejudice and how Greyback had escaped and then taken revenge on him by using his child. 

You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “He wouldn’t be with Nightshade,” you said, “She’s too sharp and perceptive. You know she was offered to work with Moody but rejected being an auror in favour of coming here?”  

“Really?” 

You nodded, “Dumbledore asked her to do it, and she was thrilled to teach DADA,” you told him. “If Roan was dodgy, she would have already sent him to Azkaban.” 

“Maybe she’s blinded by love.” 

You smiled at that, “You really think someone could be blind enough not to see a deatheater?” 

Remus thought about it, if either you or Sirius were deatheaters, he for sure wouldn’t have noticed. “Would you ever suspect Sirius to be one?” 

“Of course not,” you said honestly. 

“You’re in love,” he said with a shrug. 

“You wouldn’t suspect him either, and it’s not because you’re in love with him.” If only you knew. “It’s because you know him, because he’s your friend.” 

“Maybe we’re blinded by the love we have for our friends too.” You looked at him with a smile and pushed with your shoulder just a little. “What?” 

“I think we’re passed Pissy Moony and we have Sad Moony instead.” 

He gasped, a smile playing on his lips regardless, “You think I’m saying that because of the moon?” You shrugged, mirroring his simile and raising one of your eyebrows as you did. “How would you feel if I said the same when you’re on your period?” 

You snickered at that. “Well I do get a little pissy sometimes,” you said with a shrug. 

“You’ll admit you get pissy on your period just to maintain your argument?” 

You pretended to think about it for a second and then nodded. “You know, it’s kind of nice.” 

“Getting pissy on your period?” he teased. 

You shoved him in response, “No silly, having a friend who understands,” you said. “A male friend that understands,” you clarified. He raised an eyebrow at that and you shrugged. “You’ve always been more understanding, it’s probably why Lily had a crush on you in 3rd year.” 

“She what?” Remus gaped. 

“You’re telling me she never told you? She said she did!” 

Remus thought back, and then remembered. Lily had said he liked him, in potions at some point when they were partners, but she had said it in such a casual way, Remus didn’t actually realise what she meant, he had been rather worried about other things he was discovering about himself back then, especially the kind of things that he couldn’t exactly talk about with other people. “I thought that was… I thought she meant it platonically.” 

You responded to that with a simple incredulous look. 

“I said thanks!” he said afterwards, you busted out into a laugh, looking at him as you bit your lip, he was slightly red, and looked adorable all flustered. You were looking at him fondly when you felt someone pushing you as they walked, forcing you to crash against his chest. You were a little stunned by such an unexpected fast movement and had grabbed onto his arms to keep yourself from falling, Remus had done the same to you, holding you just tight enough for you not to fall. 

You stayed in Remus’ familiar embrace for just a couple of seconds before turning your head to look at the person who had pushed you, half expecting them to say they were sorry when you noticed who it had been. Fucking prick, you thought as you saw Severus walk towards Barty with his head held haughtily high. 

You looked up at Remus, a determined look on your face he instantly identified as your need for payback. Severus had been a total prick all night and no matter how upset Lily had been with you, you were going to retaliate, and not with poisonous words this time around. You leaned back onto Remus, “You already know the plan.” 

Remus only nodded with a smile, he wondered if that was what you did on your dates with Sirius too, be all over each other and plan sneaky pranks. Of course, he did it unconsciously, and almost felt bad for even thinking of it, but if that was how it was, he thought it would be splendid.

You walked over to Johnny Ackley as he kept an eye on the Slytherins. Once you reached the boy, you gave him your charming smile, to which he responded with a quirked eyebrow, “May I help you?” 

“Indeed you may,” you responded, grin growing ever wider. ���I’ve heard you’re an entrepreneur, great businessman too.” 

He smiled at your use of words to describe him, “You’ve come for a bargain?” 

“Indeed,” you replied with a smile. “Now I don’t want any Rumpelstiltskin tricks to be pulled under your sleeves. Tell me your exact price after I’ve made my request. How many of those trick treats do you have left in your tray.”

“I have only one safe one left,” he replied honestly. “But I’d give it to you for free.” 

You let out a breathy laugh at his smile, he wasn’t half bad at this game, from what you’d heard you’d expected him to be a little less capable as a businessman, but he clearly knew that was not the reason you had approached. “Good, because I need that one out of the tray before we make a deal.” 

He raised an eyebrow at that, “You cannot kill anyone with these,” he joked. 

You scoffed playfully in response, “Why exactly would you think I– Actually, never mind,” you said, and then proceeded, “you said one of those gives bad breath?” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, someone’s already taken that one,” he said with an apologetic look, “looking to get away from your date?” 

“What?! Not at all! Remus is great!” You weren’t sure why the thought of someone implying you’d want to get away from Remus had upset you so much, but you choked it up to the fact that he was your best friend and that you had to defend his honour because of it. “I’m looking to get back at someone who has been pushing people around since they got here.” 

“Ah, of course. Unfortunately, Severus didn’t want to have any of these,” he said as he pushed the tray up just a little, “I’ve offered a few times already.” 

You huffed a laugh. “Of course, but you haven’t tempted, not in a way that matters to him,” you said with a smirk, the kind of expression someone who had a plan would make, “what other things do they do?” 

Now it was his turn to smirk, and he pointed at one of the treats, “Makes your headache,” he turned his finger to a different one, “gives you the hiccups,” he hovered to another one, “makes you horny–”

“Wait, really?” you asked. 

“Want to give it a try?” he teased. 

You almost punched him. “That seemed like a terrible trick to play on someone. Could have some nasty uses. You sure you wouldn’t get expelled if they find you out?” 

“Not that horny, jeez,” he said. “Belby helped me develop some of these, they are safe and recreational.” He then hovered his pointed finger back on the tray. “Gives you a terrible stomach ache, you can only get rid of it by dancing or kissing someone. And this one–” he said pointing at one with what looked like grey scales on top, “twists all your words so you say the exact opposite of what you mean.” 

You smiled at that, instantly knowing which one would be useful for Severus and his nasty little mouth, “Green is the only one that’s good, right?” Ackley nodded in response. “And the price?” 

“A piece of your hair.” 

You frowned at that. You knew what people could do with hair, you did not want anyone going around with your face. “Hell no!” 

“Do you even know how precious it could be? I know people who would pay so much for it!” he tried to reason. “We could even split the profits.” 

“For my hair?” 

“Hey! A lot of people have a crush on the new quidditch player,” he stated. “I’m sure they’d have a kick with polyjuice and someone willing to help.”

“Ugh, gross!” You said, honestly horrified at that. 

“And people also like Sirius,” he said thoughtfully, “would you consider it cheating if someone had polyjuiced themselves onto you?” 

You looked positively scandalized by the idea, “Well of fucking course it would be!” 

Ackley shook his head as he tsked, “It’s a million-dollar idea, I’m telling you! You lack vision!” 

“You wouldn’t sell your hair if you knew they were gonna use it to satisfy some weird as fuck kink!” He gave you the kind of look that clearly said he would and you scoffed. 

“Okay, I assume Remus, Sirius and James’ hair is also off the question? What about Lily’s? Or Tom’s?” 

“Ackley, I’m not giving you the hair of any of my friends.” 

“Your loss,” he said with a shrug. In truth, Ackley did not expect you to agree to either of those requests, but he also knew he wouldn’t lose anything by trying, especially not when you had come to him for help, “If it’s not hair then… would you be willing to brew a potion for me?” 

“What potion?” 

“I overheard you talking with McGonagall after the game, I reckon she’ll give you the recipe for a contraceptive potion. Think you’ll be able to brew it?” 

Fucking hell, now it wasn’t only McGonagall who thought you and Sirius were nothing but horny teenagers. “Yeah, of course, I can brew a batch.” 

“Fantastic, they sell incredibly well,” he said with a smile. “But I lost my dealer last year.” 

“It will only be one batch though!” you added, a little more vocalised this time around, trying to make it clear. 

“Of course, of course. That’s fine though, the scarcity will make it more expensive. I’m terrible at brewing, but I’ll get you all the ingredients you need once you send me an owl with the list, does that sound fair?” 

You smiled, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal, Johnny.” 

He gave you a short wink and nodded at that, “And a good one indeed.” He then looked over your shoulder, at the Slytherin boys. “What’s the plan?” 

“Just show up near us and offer some treats in a few minutes, play along if necessary. Remus and I will do the heavy lifting.” 

“Easy enough,” he said with a nod and disappeared in the crowd. 

You smiled and walked back to Remus, he was a lot closer to the boys and you started a casual conversation with him, telling him about some of the homework you were supposed to do over the break and asking, subtly –according to you– what he’d like to get on Christmas. Now it’s not that Remus realised you were asking him for your own sake either, he was rather enthralled by your talking to pay much attention to your not-so-subtle questions. 

“What did you ask Father Christmas to bring over?” you asked him. He quirked an eyebrow giving you an incredulous look, “Aw come on! You cannot tell me you’re too old for presents.” 

He shrugged in response. “I’m not sure, back in the house my parents always got me rather practical things, well except for mom, she always got me muggle toys.” 

“Really? Were they fun?” 

“Some of them, for sure. I once got a small broom horse that my father enchanted so I could use it to fly! It only allowed me to go up a few feet, but it was incredible!”

You gasped at that. “Really?” 

He nodded, “And at some point, they even got me a muggle hamster, he was horrified of me though, had to give the poor thing away.” 

You gave him a pitiful look. “At least our children like us both equally,” you said, thinking of Pyro and Nummie. You and Remus had already developed a whole system that would keep them fed while you were out on vacation, they had already gotten wide enough to be dangerous when transporting them home. Remus chuckled at that, letting his mind wander just for a second, he could never have children, not with his condition. What if his child ended up like him? The fantasy was nice, though. You looked to the side, Ackley still wasn’t close. “But… what would you like to get now?”

He shrugged, “I’m not sure, to be honest. Maybe a jumper or something. You keep stealing those.” 

You gasped at that, swatting him playfully on the shoulder. “For the scent thing.” 

“Nah, you’ve been stealing them even before the scent thing,” he said, and it was true, not that he minded it much, he loved it when he got them back and they smelled like you and Sirius. You shook your head in response. 

“But what do you actually want, though?” and then you gave him a look. “Don’t think practical, be delusional about it if you need to.”  

Delusional? I’d like to have you and Sirius… at the same time, he thought. “Haven’t really thought about it, maybe something comforting? Or a cool band T, like the ones Sirius has…” alternatively one from him. “What about you? What do you want to get for Christmas?” 

It was your turn to shrug now, “Not sure either,” you answered sincerely. “I was thinking of getting a muggle gaming console, but I highly doubt it will work with the magical fields here in Hogwarts, so getting it on the summer break might be better.” Remus agreed with a simple humm. “If I do get something muggle it will be like Sirius’ cube.”

“He hates it,” he told you. “He’s been struggling to solve the puzzle since he got it. I think he’ll end up transfigurating it or something.” 

You giggled, the image of Sirius struggling with the cube diverting you more than it should. Sirius was always very capable, so thinking that a muggle puzzle would frustrate him, was rather amusing. You could almost picture him throwing the cube to the wall in a very child-like tantrum after trying for very long and not achieving much with it. Perhaps that’s why he was already rather cranky back when you had worn Minho’s sweater. “I feel like Dromeda gave it to him on purpose.” 

“Oh, she must definitely did,” Remus agreed with a smile. “We should write her a letter, telling her that her gift was an absolute success.” 

“You think she wouldn’t mind? I mean, us writing her even though I don’t actually know her personally?”

“I’m sure she’s heard lots about you, bet she’d be more than thrilled to hear from her new cousin.”  

You pushed Remus lightly after that, he knew Andromeda had heard about you already, she had sent him a letter a little after Sirius sent her one mentioning you were now in Hogwarts too. She wanted to know every single thing about you. Of course, Remus, who already considered you wonderful, ended up sending her a rather short and concise story telling her just that, but that if she needed any more information she was to ask Sirius instead because he was not about to meddle in his best friend’s business anymore. 

“Treats?” Johnny said as he approached, offering them to some other students but moving rather fast before they even got to dig their hands inside the platter. He passed by you and moved towards the Slytherins. 

“Hold up, wait!” you said as he looked your way, the platter on display right in front of the Slytherins. You turned to Remus and called his attention by tapping the back of your hand softly on his chest, “I tried the pink one earlier,” you said. “It was delicious, you should try it,” you said then as you approached Johnny. 

Severus gave you a look, at both you and Remus approaching and then turned to the platter, there was one pink one left. So, naturally, and with the intention to piss you off, he took a hold of it and plopped it onto his mouth. 

Jonathan Ackley turned to him shocked, but managed to keep it together and hold the snigger threatening to leave his mouth. He had tried to get Severus to eat one of his trick treats so many times and it wasn’t until you and Remus intervened that he managed to do it. 

“Oh, you wanted that one?” he asked with a clearly fake concerned expression. “I’m very sorry, I’m sure there are many others you could take instead.” 

You looked at him with an annoyed expression, of course, he had just done exactly what you wanted him to do, but the way he had responded, the fact that he really thought he had taken the treat you wanted, it made your bIood boil. If there was anyone that could make the worst side of you flare up, it was Severus Snape. Exactly like it had happened earlier and with equally disastrous results –Lily was probably still angry at you.  

“Well, that’s all right, Severus,” you said with the most neutral tone you could have mustered, “I can still take the purple one, I heard Imogen say it was good,” you said simply. 

“Which one?” Barty said as he turned. “This one?” he asked as he plopped it into his mouth. 

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ackley said, pretending to move the tray to the side, but Evan intervened and grabbed him by the arm. Softly, but firmly. 

“What? Do you only give treats to the Gryffindors? I’m sure Slughorn wouldn’t be too happy you’re neglecting his own house,” he said as he grabbed onto one of the leftover treats and popped it into his mouth. 

“Reggie, would you like one?” he asked, Regulus, who was a few steps behind, and talking to someone else, turned around, slightly oblivious to the situation at hand and nodded. You gave him a warning look and sneezed when he hovered his hand over some of the treats. He gave you a pointed look and hovered his hand over a different one, you sneezed again. 

“Bless you,” Ackley said as he turned to you, eventually Regulus took hold of the one with the green mousse on top. 

You breathed out calmly and then turned to him, “Thank you, Johnny.” 

While Regulus savoured his treat, you realised Barty blinked a few times and left to the other side of the room. The headache treat he had taken, had been of fast action apparently. 

Then James approached, placed an arm over Ackley’s shoulder and leaned over the tray. The Slytherins could not know of the involvement of either you or Remus in the little prank, so it’s not like you could actually stop James from taking one of the treats, but he already had one on his hands. 

Fuck it’s that one, you thought as you looked, there was still one on the tray. It’s the stomach ache one, well getting a kiss will not be that hard for James, will it? Besides, it was a lot better than the alternative… You moved quickly, taking hold of the one that was left on the tray and turning to James. “Switch with me?” You asked politely. “I really want to try that one, yeah?” 

“I don’t know, Vix,” James teased, Did he have no idea? He probably didn’t. 

“James mate,” Remus intervened. “Be a gentleman, would you?” James gave him a look. “Follow the Marauder’s code.” 

James narrowed his eyes at Remus but nodded, you quickly switched with him and James left with the treat on his hand. 

You gave the small cookie one last look before plopping it in your mouth. Downing it all before Remus even got the idea of eating it instead of you, which you knew he would, but you also knew he’d be in a lot more trouble than you would be if he did take that particular treat. 

“Delicious,” you said honestly.

“Of course it would be, you sensible girl,” Severus said. 

You gave him an amused look, “I’m sorry, what?” 

“I said you, sensible girl! What the heaven?” Severus looked genuinely confused. “BIood loyalist! What in the Godric Gryffindor have you not done to me?” 

“Me?” you asked confused, “Whatever could I have done to you, Severus? I was just getting my own treat.” 

Evan started to hiccup on the back, he looked uncomfortable more than anything, so he left to search for Barty a little later. Regulus was still standing there, looking like he was just understanding what was happening. 

He gave you a complicit smile and turned to Severus with a rather confused stance, “I ate a treat too, and nothing’s happened to me.” He then proceeded to place his hand on Severus’ head, as if to check for temperature. Who would have thought Reggie could be so brazen?

Should have known, he’s Sirius’ little brother, after all. 

“Put your hands on me, Regulus,” Severus spat, desperately, although his words didn’t match his tone.

Regulus pulled back with a frown, instantly recoiling after hearing Severus’ words, not because his tone had been imperious –that was always the case–  but because of what he had demanded. 

“Sev–” he asked cautiously, but he was interrupted by the boy whose name was uttered. 

“It was that angel! She did not do this to me. Godric cherished heaves! This is exactly what I’m trying to say!” 

You broke into a giggle then, “Well, Sev, I never thought you’d be giving me so many compliments in one go, but thank you very much.” 

“You and you’re clever –cherished–”“ he looked genuinely frustrated, “–cherished heavens– your handsome fiend.”

“My handsome fiend?” you asked as if surprised. “I have no such thing,” you added with a devious smile. “You are my only fiend, Severus.”

Ackley had already bolted, but Remus and Regulus were still standing there, Remus looked like he was about to break into a laugh. Severus had turned red, “You stunning lady!” 

“Woah, Severus, I have a boyfriend,” you teased further, just to spite him. It was almost funny that he was saying such nice things now, it really put into perspective how nasty he was on a daily basis. 

“Sev, perhaps we should take you to the infirmary, you don’t look all right,” Regulus intervened again. 

“Yes! I mean YES! Godric bless it! Cherished heavens, this is exhilarating.” 

“Regulus is not wrong,” Remus said, in his always conciliating tone, “You should probably go to the infirmary.” 

“You WILL go unharmed after this,” Severus said as he turned to you with a threatening finger. 

You waved him a polite goodbye as Regulus took him away and got him to sit down at a nearby table while trying to calm him down. 

“Didn’t you mention there was only one good treat left?” Remus asked once the two of you managed to catch your breath. You nodded in response, “Who took it? James? Reggie?” 

“Could have been the one I ate…” you said defensively. 

“Yeah sure, like I didn’t see you sneezing so Reg didn’t take the one that James took and you ended up chowing down in the end.” 

“Reggie took the good one,” you admitted. “Saved James by giving one that wouldn’t affect him much.” Remus frowned when he saw James dancing next to Lily, he had been dancing before he went for the treats too, he probably wouldn’t even feel the effects of the potion. “Johnny said that one gave you a stomachache that could only be cured by dancing or kissing someone, I figured James would have obliged either one without giving it a second thought. Especially if he got yet another excuse to kiss Lily.

Remus gave you a long look and wondered what would have happened if you had taken that one. Would she have asked me to dance? To kiss her? Of course not, she has Sirius. 

But what if Sirius wasn’t around, what if I was the last resort… would she kiss me then? “And the one you saved him from?” 

You took a deep breath at that, thinking of the treat you had taken, red, the colour of lust, you thought, Ackley must have thought things through when he asked Kless for help. 

“Nothing to worry about,” you said with a shrug, you weren’t sure how exactly the red treat would affect you, but you knew it would 100% be a lot worse on a man. “Trust me, I’d be worried if I was a boy.” 

Remus frowned at that, “What do you mean you would be worried if– What on earth did you eat?!?!”

“Shhhhh,” you said, a little stressed. “It’s okay, Remus. Don’t stress about it, I won’t stress about it, and things will be alright,” you said as you turned to him, you hadn’t quite noticed how broad Remus’ shoulders were until they were right in front of your face. Actually, you might have noticed how broad they were before but you had never found them so attractive, had you? 

Fuck, it’s taking effect, you thought as you looked at your friend and bit your lip, fucking hell. At least you could use curse words without them getting all twisted. 

“You can’t just ignore feelings until they disappear,” he said, hypocrite, his own inner dialogue shouted back at him. 

“Remus,” you whined, dragging out “e” from his name. “Please, please, let’s not talk about the potion I took and do something else instead?” 

“Like what?” 

Kissing in a broom closet, your brain shouted at you, you shoved the thought to the back of your head, “Dance?” you offered. 

“Do the effects also go away with dancing?” 

You looked to the side and thought about it. You guessed, in a way, they could. “Yes.”

The rest of the night went in an instant, between dancing and trying to focus on anything other than the fact that Remus looked damn good that day. From the moment he took off his suit coat and kept only his navy shirt, that was just the right amount of tight on him. Or the way the pants were also a little too tight and let you see his toned legs. 

Warmth crept up your cheeks each time your gaze lingered a second too long on Remus, the guilt gnawing at you whenever your head started objectifying him, and the potion wasn’t half as bad as it could be, you weren’t needy or anything like that, but fucking hell did it make you insanely aware of how attractive your best friend was. It wasn’t torturous, except for the fact that you kept thinking that: that night, you’d be sleeping with him and Sirius. 

That sounds terrible, you thought as you winced. Vixen and Padfoot would be sleeping with Remus because of the moon– yeah, that’s better. 

“You all right?” Remus asked concerned as he saw the expressions you weren’t quite managing to hide appear on your face, winces, smiles, frowns, whatever was going on in your head, including a rather large inner monologue. Perhaps the potions were making you overthink stuff? 

And boy were you most definitely overthinking stuff, way too much stuff, and all at the same time. If anything, you’d say the potion had made your mind work 10,000 kilometres an hour –you were doing that on your own– rather than making you exceptionally sensitive to teenage hormones –that was the actual potion’s work. 

In fact, the potion wasn’t some frivolous “horny” concoction, like Ackley had described. Kless had tried to describe it to Ackley, to narrow down exactly what would be going on –chemically– on the person that took the potion, but Johnny had given up about halfway through and decided to call it a horny potion. That was nothing close to what the potion actually was. If anything, it was meant to reveal truths obscured by your own defences, a lot closer to what love potions did than it was to aphrodisiacs. In Kless’ own words, it was more “akin to a mirror for the soul rather than an instigator of base desires.”

The potion was a carefully elaborated brew that Kless had designed with slightly selfish purposes, he wanted to use it on himself. Now that sounds terrible when you think of it as a horny potion, but it was never that. In fact, Kless’ intention was just to make himself a little more sensible to his very own feelings. You see, what we know of love, is actually a series of rather complex chemical processes that happen in our brain, things involving neurotransmitters: dopamine –involves pleasure, rewards and motivation–, serotonin –which regulates the mood–, oxytocin –also known as the love hormone–, Norepinephrine –yeah, the same one that’s related to adrenaline–, endorphins and a myriad of other chemicals that would take much more dedication to explore, but Kless did it anyway. 

Now his investigation had a reason –no he did not want to make a love potion– he wanted to know if he really liked someone in particular, and he knew that, while there were probably easier ways to tell if you liked someone (like those quizzes on Witch Weekly, and doing a bit of introspection) he also knew that a potion that allowed you see your own true feelings for someone could be really useful. So he gathered some interesting ingredients, that according to his research would help: Moonlit Petals (to enhance receptivity), Tears of a Siren (to increase the sensibility to pheromones), Crystalized Honeydew and a few other things that he thought would make an effective potion. He was about ready to present it to Slughron when he discovered his werewolf obsession and forgot about it altogether. That was until Johny had gone to him and revised his notes. 

On the top page, he had written “HARNi” (Heightened Awareness Recreational Brew –Ni was a stand-in for things he didn’t have a proper name for yet), but Kless didn’t have the best handwriting and Johny read horny instead. And we already know how the story goes, Kless tried to explain and Johnny decided to keep the other name instead, he thought the results were similar enough to the meaning of the word anyway. So no, you had never taken a horny potion, what the potion was doing was only letting you see some things you had never been quite aware of before –or not as aware as you were in that particular moment, at least–. Not that you knew any of it, the potion had been presented to you as a “horny” potion and you had eaten the treat as if it had been just that. And whatever it was you were feeling for Remus at that moment, you had –as anyone would– set it down to the potion.

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[magicgalatica]

Sweets

PART 1

Yandere! Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt (2006) x Baker! Female Reader

“…….”

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Smell of sliced meat drifted up. Raw, drooling red. Sunlight beamed in through windows. Casting rays of warmth and heat.

Thunk Thunk Thunk!

Wood gently being chopped by a blade that pierced laid meat. Steak. Pork. Anything that a blade would grace itself with. A tall man stood, hovering. Black hair draped over his shoulders slightly. Mask covering his lower face towards his nose. Hiding whatever what maybe under it. Hazel eyes focusing. Rising his arm then swinging down. Slicing a large rib. Breathing slowly.

RIIIIIINNNNG!

He stopped. Clever at hand. Staring yet remained silent. Shift now ending. Letting out a breath. Eyes lingering on the meat that sat in front of him. As if he was contemplating. Hearing footsteps behind him. Not bothering nor interested to see who it was. Whoever it was stopped. Not close, just a few feet away. Thomas begins swinging down again before hearing a disgruntled voice speaking towards him.

“Oi. The shift is over. Go home ya animal.”

He stopped, holding the clever tightly. Looking at the man, who glared back at him. Eyes locked onto each other. Placing his clever to the side. Moving butchered meat into a container (or barrel). Slowly turning around after finishing. Glaring at the owner one last time before leaving his spot. His boots scraping wooden floors to dirt. Closing the steel door after he left. Letting out more breathes. Following his path. Silent. Feeling a cool breeze grazing him softly. Sunlight nabbing at him slowly. Taking more steps. Then a scent hits his nose. What seemed to be….. Cookies? This was new to him. Usually used to smell of raw meat. Curiosity slowly nawing at him. Following this newly scent. Seeing a small path. He took it. Continuing to trail it slowly. Letting out a breath. Before noticing a building a few feet away from a him.

A Bakery…

Has it always been here? He pondered in his thoughts for a second. Noticing it wasn’t far from town. Nestling by itself. Some chairs and tables settled outside. Gently pushing the door, heading a tiny bell going off. Then a voice spoke.

“Hello! I’ll be with you in one second!”

Raising his head. Taking a look at his surroundings. Seemingly the inside was a theme of western. Some wheels here and there. Bull skull hanging in front near the cashier. Soft music playing in background. Coffee freshly brewed with some tea that glowed from sunlight. Hearing clicking of boots. A female appears. H/c gently swaying a bit. Tying up her apron before moving her gaze up. Smiling.

“Hello! Welcome to Sweetie Bakery!”

Her voice sounded soft and calm. Not a hint of anger or disgust towards him. But he took notice of her nose twitching. Probably gaining a scent of dried blood on him. However she didn’t say anything. Not bothered.

“I’m Y/n! How can I help you today?”

“…….”

Thomas gazed at Y/n. Keeping his silence. He did move forward. Gazing at the options before him. He expected her to call him names or insult him under her breath.

But he heard nothing.

Y/n watched him with her e/c. Still smiling. Being patient. Allowing him to scan each option. He stopped, then gazed at Y/n.

“…….”

Y/n tilted her head a bit. Still gazing at him as he did back. Then his eyes slowly trail towards some pie. Mainly at Pecan Pie. Y/n, taking notice, smiles more at him.

“Would you like a sample?”

“………”

Y/n hummed, ducking down for a moment. Appearing up. Holding a plate with a fork. Setting it down. Placing on some gloves on. Grabbing a slice gently with a baking tool. Placing it onto the plate. Thomas reached for the fork. But Y/n, gently, tapped his hand.

“Hold on mister, let me get you a wet cloth show you can clean your hands for a second.”

Thomas looked at her. Seeing her turn away. Grabbing a cloth. Wetting it with warm water. Heading back over. Gesturing the cloth to him. Thomas gazed at it for a second. Taking it. He slowly wiped his hands to clear off any smell or remain of meat. Y/n gently takes back the cloth. Thomas grabs his fork. Cutting into this pecan pie. Jabbing into a piece. Rising it up to his mouth. Taking a bite. Y/n smiles at him ounce more.

“Do you like it?”

Thomas looks at her, letting out a small huff. To which Y/n took as a yes. Her eyes noticed something red.

“Oh your bleeding.”

Thomas wondered what she meant before noticing. A cut on his hand. Being used to dealing with sharp blades when working. To a point he doesn’t feel it anymore.

“Wait here.”

Y/n disappeared into the back before coming back with a med kit. Going around. Pulling one of the chairs.

“Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll take look at it.”

Thomas turned to her. Slowly heading towards the chair and sat down slowly. Y/n got on her knees. Opening her med kit. Using one hand, she took Thomas’s cut hand. But instead of roughly, it was a gentle touch. To him it was like a delicate soft touch. Y/n pulled out some wipes. Wiping some blood away before wrapping it some bandages.

“There that looks better.”

Thomas let’s out a breath. Y/n stood up.

“Hopefully that’ll heal up nicely. Better then it being accidentally cut further and then getting infected. Especially when working at a meat place.”

Thomas looks at her. Thinking she must’ve offended him.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad. It just when it comes to sharp objects when you cut meat.”

Y/n breathes softly.

“You must be thirst from working within that building.”

Y/n goes back behind the counter, humming a bit. Grabbing a cup. Gently pouring some sweet tea into a cup. Walking back over to him. Placing it down in front him.

“There you go.”

Y/n hummed, walking back to the counter. Thomas watched her. She wasn’t unlike many other folk around these parts. Harsh ones. Especially when it comes to him. Due to his mask and… face. But with you…. You gave no reaction of ill will. Instead, a soft and kind emotion was given. Giving a smile, and helping him with the cut he hand. Welcoming him warmly then harshly. Thomas slowly got up. Inhaling. Grabbing the cup.

“Oh wait sir!”

He looks at her. Y/n came over with a bag. Filled with different sweets. He looked at it then gaze at Y/n.

“A hard working man deserves something for all the work he does.”

Thomas gazed at her.

“Don’t worry about the pay. It’s on the house!”

Thomas gazed the bag. Slowly taking it. His fingers accidentally brushed with hers. She did not flinch nor pull away. Thomas takes the bag. Y/n smiles at him. Seeing him walk away. Waving.

“See you later mister! Hope I see you again!”

Bell chimed. Thomas breathes out. Feeling heat of the sun again. Taking his path once more. His chest however…..

Felt Tight.

Out of all woman he met before until they left town. You were the rarest he seen. Like a rare piece of gold in a mine of silver. Soft hearted. Delicate. Kind. He felt… comfortable near you. Being at ease when he sees you. Calm when he hears you. He needed to come back….. No…..

He will come back.

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Black feathered crow (Reader x Kaz Brekker)

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Summary: R has been keeping secrets from the other crows. One faithful day when it seems as the crows are on the losing hand, she explodes and outs her dark secret. Darkness filling the room while shadows hunger for blood. Inej, Jesper and Kaz each have their own reactions to your secret. Overcome with grief, you tell them how you are a monster. Kaz has a different view upon it, dragging you to a seclude room to tell you what he really thinks. Not knowing yet that using your abilities has alerted your brother. Who wants nothing more but to take you back to the little palace, but someone is not letting him. (Req shortened into this teasing summary)

“You take the door Jesper.” – Kaz addressed. Jesper who was already eying the bar, groaned loud. – “The door Jes.” – Kaz insisted with a glare. – “I never get to do anything fun.” -  he mumbled out, turning around back to the door. Kaz decided to ignore that comment. Looking carefully around the pub. – “Y/n you take…” – he started as you already filled in your task. – “The back entrance got it.” – you said with a wink. – “Uhm… yes.” – he answered, slightly caught off guard. He sometimes forgot how different you were from Jesper. He was someone who needed constant reminders of his duties and to stay focused as you needed none. 

Clever enough to deduce your own tactics and escapes. You made your way over to the back entrance, remaining close by. Kaz knew Inej was surveilling from upstairs. Not having entered with him to keep her presence a secret. By a table in the back away from the bar, he spotted his associate. Kaz tapped his crow’s cane loudly against the floor, making his way over. – “Mister Brekker.” – the man called out, opening his arms to him. Kaz kept his expression coldly, cutting right to business. – “Get to it Rottie.” – The man nodded nervously, reaching for his inner pocket. 

Kaz’s grip tightened around his cane out of precaution. No matter what he would pull out of his pocket, there was always a slim chance it would be a set-up. Rottie revealed a painted card, proudly. – “Worth something like ten thousand Kruge.” – he said. Kaz giving the small painting but the briefest of his attention. Turning his head as the conversation wasn’t anything interesting. Rottie started explaining excitedly about how the thief managed to get it. Kaz looking to his side, blocking out Rottie completely. – “Designed by one of them witches.” – he spoke.

“Fabrikators.” – Kaz corrected him. His gaze lingering on you near the back entrance. Staring almost obsessively at you. Making sure he had seen every bit of detail. Who was around you. Who approached you and how you wimpled him off. His hand tightening on his cane. – “Whatever.”- Rottie interrupted through his thoughts. – “The point is it was either a group effort or a ghost.” – Rottie continued making Kaz turn his head to him. – “Why does this concern me?” – he asked plainly. Eager to look your way once more. 

Rottie chuckled amusingly. – “You have it don’t you?” – he speculated. Kaz keeping a straight face. Putting weight on his cane, he came leaning in closer. – “I have no idea what you are speaking of.” – he answered low near his ear. Kaz pulled back, putting a stop to the conversation. He searched for your gaze in the crowd, nodding slightly. You nodded back, getting up. Kaz turned around, heading for the door. – “I know you have it Brekker!” – Rottie called out infuriated. 

You joined Kaz, walking behind him to give him cover. Near the door you noticed Jesper was doing anything but his task. Deep conversating with a boy. Kaz hooked the crow’s beak on Jesper’s shirt, pulling him with him. – “Whoa, okay, uhm see ya!” – Jesper blurted out, saying goodbye to the boy. Outside unhooked Kaz his cane. Jesper rubbing his chest, mouthing ‘au’. You came walking beside Kaz, letting a sack of coins hop in your palm.

“Took it as wager for our stolen time.” – you told him, seeing a smile curl up his lips. – “Clever crow.” – he spoke when Inej dropped down. Kaz took the coins, putting them away in his coat. The four of you walking through the streets of Ketterdam back to the Crows club. Jesper let himself drop on a stool by the bar. – “A well earned drink.” – he said, reaching over the counter for a bottle. – “For doing nothing?” – you teased with a laugh. Jesper mockingly chuckled back at you, pouring his drink. 

You caught Kaz’s eyes brief before he left. Going up the stairs to his own office. Jesper nudging you made you snap out of it. He had placed a glass down for you to drink as well. – “Cheers to us, Y/n.” – Jesper said, holding his glass out to you. You took it, letting them touch. Inej rolling her eyes. – “I’m going to look around.” – she spoke. – “Why?” – Jesper responded. – “It’s not like Rottie would dare to inform Pekka about the stupid painting.” – Inej quirked her eyebrow up. – “One can never be careful enough.” – with those words, she left. 

“Always so precautious.” – Jesper sighed out, shaking his head. You poked him with your elbow. – “Maybe you could learn a lesson or two from her.” – you answered. Jesper snorted. – “My dear Y/n.” – he threw an arm around you. – “Where is the fun in that.” – you poked him hard in the rib. Jesper hunched over, groaning at the sudden stab with your hand.

Kaz was upstairs, hearing the steps creak. Straightening his posture he waited for the welcome. – “Y/n.” – he spoke loudly. The door creaked open as he couldn’t help himself but smirk. A heavy booth entering as his smile dropped. Two men walking in making him clench his hand. – “Brekker, Pekka send us.” – one of them said. – “Shall we skip formalities.” – Kaz called out, moving his fists up since his cane was out of reach. 

He waited for the first one to rush over, throwing out a punch. The man dropped to the ground. Kaz’s eyes widening when he had to move back at the second one throwing punches. He stumbled back against a cabinet, needing to regain his balance. The first one had come up to his feet, launching himself at Kaz. He took a hold of Kaz, slamming his head against the desk. 

Kaz blinked himself awake, trying to turn in his position. The one holding him pulled him back so the other one could punch him in the stomach. Kaz’s air got sucked out, coughing loud as he lowered to the ground. The two of them taking Kaz into a firm grip. Struggling he couldn’t get himself free. Cursing mentally at Pekka Rollins and his filthy manners.

Meanwhile downstairs sat Jesper and you still at the bar. The click of a gun made you widen your eyes. – “No sudden moves.” – a voice speaking from behind you. Eyeing Jesper, you saw someone pointing a gun against his head as well. Jesper barely nodded at you, making you shake your head subtly. Jesper was fast, but not fast enough. He reached for his gun, wanting to grab it when he could barely touch his holster. His head being smacked against the bar rudely. – “I said no sudden moves.” – the one behind Jesper said, pressing his head firmer against the counter. 

“Au…” – Jesper said, still maintaining his funny act despite the situation. You gasped when your head got pulled back by your hair. – “Hey!” – Jesper called out, wanting to get up, but he was being kept in place. – “We are here to collect a debt.” – The one holding you said. He pulled hard at your hair so that you fell backwards in your chair. Crashing to the ground. Jesper struggling to get up. – “Get off of me!” – Jesper shouted angry, feeling the cold tip of the gun pressed against the side of his head. 

You kicked and punched for a way out. That resulted in receiving a punch. Blood appearing under the corner of your lips. Jesper got pulled up, roughly taken by his arm. You got picked up from the floor as they dragged the both of you upstairs. The door opened. Jesper and you being brought in. The two forced you onto your knees.

Jesper and your eyes widening at Kaz on his knees as well. Kaz’s expression hardened seeing the blood on you. A moment later Inej got brought in. – “Pekka told us to take whatever we liked to repay the debt.” – one with a scruffy beard said. – “Pekka too scared to get his hands dirty himself?” – Jesper laughed out. Scruffy beard kicking Jesper down as he fell against you. – “Jes, you okay?” – you whispered concerned. Lucky the kick didn’t break his jaw. – “Get it over with!” – Kaz said composing himself. He hated stalling. The one in charge whistled loud for his mates to ransack the place. 

Not caring one bit about being gentle. Pulling out drawers and kicking things over in search of values. Kaz watched as his place got ransacked with much hatred in his eyes. Itching to let out his revenge to Pekka Rollins very soon. In no time was the room turned upside down. One of them who had a scar over his nose pulled out a dagger. – “Pekka told us we could take souvenirs of our own.” – he said, smiling crookedly. Pointing the dagger at Kaz. – “I’d like your hands.” – he grinned coming closer. – “Dirty hand’s hands will be a fine prize.” – Kaz barely give a kick as he approached him. 

“No!” – you called out, pushing to get up on your feet. One close by grabbed you by the hair, head pulled back. – “No worry love, your turn will come.” – he said moving a dagger close to your neck. Using the tip of it to press gently into your skin. Inej and Jesper got in action. Fighting their way for control. You watched as Jesper and Inej got undermined. Inej pressed to the ground with a knee giving pressure on her back. Jesper’s face pressed against the wall, his hands held behind his back.

The remaining men gathering around Kaz to grab a tighter hold of him. Now Kaz was struggling to get free. The dagger coming closer knowing he needed to free himself before he’d lose his hands. Kaz grunted and protested loudly when one of them removed his glove from his hand. The two holding him, forcing his bare hand to the front. – “I’ll kill you.” – Kaz threatened, his hand slightly shaking. – “I’d like to see you try without hands.” – he answered setting the tip of the dagger on his wrist. Kaz called it out when he put more pressure on the tip. Blood finding a way out, dripping down.

“Noooo!!!” – you screamed out, suddenly letting it all loose. Everything you had hidden so deep inside yourself, once more, free. A darkness forming behind you. Shadows spreading slowly upwards and sideways up the walls and ceiling. Reaching out like long fingers. The room darkening as it caught everyone’s attention. Hardening your expression you felt that pure darkness inside of you boil. The one who had grabbed you started to scream. 

Lowering his grip on you as shadows overwhelmed him. Consuming him hole till his screams died out. Inej gasped with wide eyes. Kaz’s eyes slightly growing larger as well. Blinded by rage and revenge you moved your hands down across. A swift darkened blade flung across the room, slicing the one near Kaz. Droplets of blood scattering across Kaz’s face, watching the man drop down as the head rolled on the floor. Screaming loud, you commanded the shadows to grab the remaining men. All calling it out in terror, trying to take a run for it. 

The shadows caught up with them. Dark streaks taking a hold of them. One falling to the ground as the darkness entered his body through his mouth, nose, and eyes. His body spasming, choking on the dark matter. Jesper who stood close, watched the scenery with a frightful look. Cutting down your hand across, you decapitate the two remaining, trying to escape. Out of breath you reached for your stomach, withholding yourself from falling. The room turning lighter as the shadows retracted inside of you.

Slowly turning your palms upwards, you knew what this meant. Hands trembling at what you had done. Looking up, the way your friends stared at you was too much. Kaz’s eyes wide, but expression unreadable. Inej shocked while Jesper… well Jesper’s look could be interpretated as wicked delight or total madness. Tears sprung in your eyes, staring at your trembling hands once more. – “I…I am a monster…” – you said shaky. – “I’m…I’m… so sorry…” – lip trembling, knowing you had lost it forever now.

“I…I…I am a nightmare.” – you told them, looking over at Kaz. In the corner of your eyes, you saw Inej maintain her distance. Hands in prayer, whispering to her saints. Kaz slowly got up. Taking a few steps forwards as Inej offered him his cane. He accepted it, approaching you. His expression unreadable. – “Do it quick.” – you said thinking he might kill you from knowing now. Yet to your surprise he hooked the crow’s beak on his cane on your belt, pulling you with him. Out of the room, away from Inej and Jesper.

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Kirigan looked up with realization. Taking a moment to feel the sensation in his body. – “Sir… Sir?” - David Kostyk addressing him nervously. Kirigan took a deep breath. – “I can feel her.” – he spoke. His jaw tensing as he straightened his posture. – “Who… who sir?” – David asked nearly stumbling over his words. – “Y/n.” – Kirigan answered, turning around as his cloak swished grandiose. – “Sir…” – David moved his finger up, blinking confused when General Kirigan pushed the doors open. – “Who’s Y/n?” – he asked himself mumbling.

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Kaz unhooked his cane from you, closing the door behind him. Having dragged you into another room. – “I understand if you wish to kill me… I am an abomination that has cut deep in your trust.” – you said out loud, keeping your head low. – “Shut up!” – Kaz called out coldly, making you swallow nervously. You stood your ground when he walked up to you. – “I don’t want to hear another word from you.” – he insisted with a glare. Stomping his cane loudly on the ground he declared his next words. – “You are not a monster.” – His expression softening. – “Not to me…” – he added gentler. 

You sucked in a breath, staring right back at him. – “But I…” – you stuttered wanting to give it an explanation as to why he should find you a monster. Kaz shushed you loudly. – “I said not another word, Y/n.” – you pressed your lips together, nodding, quickly wiping a tear away. – “I will not have you think such a thing of yourself.” – he spoke as you wanted to contradict it again but held your tongue seeing the warning in his eyes if you opened your mouth about it one more time. – “You are a crow, crows are as black as night which makes you the embodiment of it.” – he explained leaning on his cane. – “A monster no…” – he shook his head. – “Not for a thousand years.” – you looked down at his hand touching your lower arm. Counting the seconds he’d allow himself to touch you. 

Kaz has never been keen on touching. Always keeping his gloves on. You saw the bit of smeared out blood by his wrist. – “Under no circumstance are you to leave. Understood?” – he made clear. – “Yes.” – you answered softly. – “I like you too much for that.” – he confessed moving his hand from your arm to your cheek. The soft touch of skin on skin. It made you gasp, pulling his hand down, knowing how much he repulsed it. – “No…do not put yourself through misery for me.” – you responded. Kaz hardened his expression briefly. – “Don’t tell me what to do Y/n.” – he moved his hand back to your cheek. Drawing you closer. – “I shan’t.” – you whispered, closing your eyes as his lips drew nearer.

Kaz hesitated a few second before putting his lips against yours. Slightly moving your head back by his movement. Lips parting as he closed them once more on yours. Taking the time to explore what madness was running through his bones. The alarms in his head overpowered by a warm fuzzy feeling. Horses trotting on cobble stone followed by carriages made you pull away. Kaz hearing it as well. – “What is it?” – he asked concerned, seeing the sudden change in your eyes. – “You and the others need to hide.” – you told him. Kaz blinking confused at you giving him orders. – “Now!” – you commanded just knowing it was him. 

You were already making your way to the door when Kaz grabbed a hold of your arm with his cane. Worried that they’d come for you. – “Kaz take the others and hide.” – you repeated. – “I’ll handle my brother.” – you spoke facing the door as Kaz gulped. Opening the door, you left Kaz alone. Making your way down quickly. Outside the crow���s club gathered carriage you recognized from the little palace. Taking a deep breath, you prepared to your brother again after such a long time. 

A grisha opened the carriage door, revealing your brother. He stepped out, looking rather worried. – “You haven’t used your powers in such a long time… why now?” – he asked approaching you. – “Aleksander.” – you responded lowering your gaze. Aleksander stepped up to you, letting his fingers brush against the side of your face. Making you shudder out a breath. – “I’ve missed you sister.” – he spoke taking control of the conversation. – “I had no idea where you were… you’ve blocked yourself from me… why… why reveal yourself now?”

You took a deep breath, looking up to him. – “My friends.” – you told him. – “I had to protect them.” – you glanced side-ways, thinking about them safe and sound inside hiding. Kirigan exhaled deep, tilting your head back by your chin. – “Come to the little palace with me.” – he asked, staring deeply at you. – “Your place is with family, sister. We should be a united front. Imagine what we can do together.” – he said to convince you. He moved both hands to your cheek, head still held back. – “Your enemies shall be slain. I will teach you how to become more powerful. Come to the little palace.”

He brought his head closer to you, whispering. – “Come home.” – you closed your eyes letting his words consume you. – “She is home!” – opening your eyes you heard Kaz’s voice. Kirigan lowered his hands on you as Kaz took a hold of your arm, pulling you back with him. – “Y/n is one of us. A crow. This is where she belongs. This is her place so she stays.” – Kaz called out determined, sliding his hand down to yours, taking it. Your brother’s eyes widening clear. – “You may return to the little palace without her.” – he tightened his grip around your hand, making his statement clear. You glanced up to Kaz, quite shocked by his revelation.

“This is where her family is. This is where she can fend for herself, this is where she needs to be. One of the crows.” – Kaz turned his head to look over at you. – “One of mine.” – he said softly. The tension rising between the two of you. Your brother lowered his gaze, swallowing defeated. He took a step back, holding his hands up. – “I see it.” – he said making you look over at him. – “Take care of yourself sister.” – bowing his head. – “Know my offer will always stand. You are my family… always will be.” – he approached you once more. – “Do not be a stranger to me…” – you shook your head as he had taking a hold of your hand.

Kirigan returned to his carriage with a pain aching in his heart. Relieved to have seen you again after so many years, not knowing where you were. Not knowing if you were safe. The carriage took off as you let go of Kaz’s hand rudely. – “You never listen to me!” – you called out with a glare. – “My brother could’ve killed you in a heartbeat!” – you made clear. – “If I hadn’t come, you might be in that carriage riding to the little palace!” – he responded loudly back. – “Do you have such little faith in me?” – you clenched your hand, getting frustrated. – “No! but his offer was very tempting. I had to take actions before I’d loose you for good.” – he replied, getting all worked up. 

“Well good thing I am staying then.” – you shouted. – “Good!” – Kaz shouted back. Both of you widened your eyes hearing the clearance of a throat. Turning your head you saw Jesper lean against the door frame. – “If you two are done with the sexual tension while bickering, we have a revenge to plan.” – he casually said, smirking. – “We weren’t!” – Kaz spoke. – “It wasn’t.” – you said at the same time. Jesper humming unbelievable. – “Come on love crows.” – he motioned for you to follow him. Kaz and you looking at each other, smiling before following Jesper inside the club.

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[remikuii]

I'm not sure if I can request, happy new year btw! I hope your new year goes so well, wishing you happiness.

About my request, if you are okay with it ofc I would like to request Reader who is really similar to Fyodor (Like smart, lonely and quiet most of the time etc) x Fyodor. I really wonder how Fyodor would act towards her! (You don't have to do this :), you can just share your ideas too if you don't feel like making this!!)

15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds

( ᪥ ) : i’m back y’all, i’m gone for days since i’ve been busy with studies lately. soo, another request !! i can’t mention you so i’ll reply to this one :>

characters : fyodor dostoevsky x reader

synopsis : oh, to be one of fyodor's enemies, he definitely cares about the written threats he will send you. well, fyodor's busy with writing something for his beloved enemy—Dazai, that he even threw multiple drafts to perfect his 'kanji". It goes on for exactly 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds while not giving you anything even a spare glance. Jealous for a certain piece of paper tainted with ink, you decided to challenge him on a one-on-one chess match.

warnings : nope because i said no HAHA

Looking around the lounge, you spotted the usual workaholic short raven hair, busy nipping on his fingers—must be having a hard time writing in kanji. You took the opportunity to invite him for a friendly chess match with you, which he couldn't easily decline.

"Please do enlighten me to why I should play chess with you, myshka." Fyodor simply took his eyes off the screen and ran his calloused yet delicate fingers on your cheeks.

Living with Fyodor, two years later after the orphanage incident, is filled with intellectual arguments. Not the actual fights like shouting, harming—but rather, a battle of minds. You considered the tragedy in the orphanage as a blessing in disguise. If that didn't happen, maybe you're still being shout at by one of your so-called 'masters'.

"First of all, you're doing that usual habit of yours which sometimes bothered me, it's almost bleeding! Second, I would like to know if I am really not clever enough just like what you told me two years ago."

Putting up the pieces, Fyodor watched your hands, swiftly gliding through the pieces. He smiled in defeat, he knows to himself that he couldn't win against your lovely invitation.

"Chess, like life, demands sacrifice."

"But not all sacrifices lead to victory...Fyodor, dear." You shrugged, moving a knight to challenge Fyodor's position.

"In literature and chess, foresight is the key," He remarked, sacrificing a bishop to open an attacking path.

"Yet, in every move, there lies a story..."

In the endgame, Fyodor, with a cunning smile moved the piece and turned his attention back to you.

"Checkmate, where every move is a sentence in the narrative of defeat."

You sighed in defeat, letting Fyodor's pride to enlarge. You never won, but you can buy some time—you're not running out of ideas to throw against him, which surprisingly, amazed Fyodor.

He caressed your cheeks with his cold pale hands. His calloused hands itches your skin but you don't mind.

"You're still not clever enough, myshka..But I think, that's enough to entertain me." Fyodor stood up and placed a kiss on your forehead while softly caressing your hair. He tried to move away after the kiss but you pulled him soon after.

"Letting yourself stress over writing kanji merely for that bandaged man and not even sparing me an hour? You've spent a total of 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds only for that letter..." You huffed and pulled out a book out of his random piles.

"Nietzsche's 'Beyond Good and Evil'...Hm, interesting choice you have there...Please do enlighten me about this book, Mister Dostoevsky." Fyodor's sharp and alluring gaze pierced your soul in somehow—a good way.

"Take my hand then, my love. I truly grieved for that 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds I spent not to you."

"But to my next 15 hours, 25 minutes, and 45 seconds, I shall please my queen with these hands which I used to writing kanji and maybe, explore each and every part of her."

and yeahh, it took me a month to finish this one. damn school works :< but dw, it's hereee. i'm actually planning to post scaramouche x reader huhu

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[vodika-vibes]

Hello! The first kiss prompts, would you do one for Commander Cody?

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself

Would be so cute. The man deserves love and kisses. Please and thank you!!

Hihi~ Thank you for your request!!

Euphoria

Summary: You and Cody reunite after being apart for almost four months.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Word Count: 1124

Warnings: None

A/N: I hope this meets the vibe you're going for. But I totally agree that Cody needs much more love, and all of the kisses~

divider by saradika

It has been 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since the last time you saw your Cody. One of the more…annoying…side effects of dating a Marshal Commander means that his brothers need him to be there. 

If you were a lesser person, you would whine and complain about having to spend some much time alone. But you’re not a lesser person, and, in fact, your Cody warned you what dating him would entail before you started dating him.

So you walked into this with your eyes wide open, and you have no regrets.

Because Cody is practically perfect in every way. Kind and good. Clever and fun. A wicked sense of humor. Strong and protective, without sliding into the creepy possessive that had been a genuine concern at the start of the relationship.

That’s not even mentioning the fact that he looks at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky, which is only fair because you look at him the same way-

You release a lovesick sigh, and you lightly trail your fingers over the wooden pendant that Cody carved for you and gave you on your first date with him. A first date that got interrupted less than fifteen minutes after it started with an emergency comm from General Kenobi, and Cody had to run with an apology and a beg for a rain check. 

You’re, maybe, a little salty towards General Kenobi about that. Just a little.

Your head lands on your kitchen table with a thump, you hadn’t even gotten a kiss out of Cody yet. And damn it, you wanted to kiss him. Or to be kissed by him. Or some combination of both.

Because of his position, Cody isn’t able to comm you as much as either of you would prefer. Though he does send you a short message every day. Or he tries to.

The last one you received was three days ago, a simple message saying that he missed you and that he had a surprise for when he got back. And then…nothing. 

You’ve been sending him messages, of course. Pictures of amusing things you’ve seen outside, pictures of the new outfit you bought, a bunch of little heart emojis…and still nothing. No response at all.

You stand your comm up on the edge and stare at the screen. 0 notifications, battery at 7%...whoops, you should take care of that.

You push your chair away from the table, grab your comm, and walk several feet to the docking station in the living room. You fiddle with the device and your comm, and then you carefully set the device down once the battery light starts indicating that it’s charging.

You turn back to your kitchen, you really do need to make something to eat, when your doorbell chimes. And you sigh and your head falls back. Even odds is that it’s your downstairs neighbor, coming back upstairs to yell at you for living in your own apartment.

The door chimes again, and you groan, “Just a minute!” You call, crossing your apartment as quickly as you can to pull open the door, “Look, Mister Alobe, you cannot yell at me for existing in my own apartmen-” You stop and blink at the man on the other side of the door. He is definitely not ancient Mister Alobe.

Cody grins boyishly, “Surprise, cyare,”

You make a noise of delight, “Cody!” You fling your arms around his neck, and he stumbles backwards, his arms sliding securely around your waist to support your weight as you hook your legs around his waist. “You’re back!”

“I am back,” He agrees as he carries you into your apartment, and absently hits the door control panel to shut and lock the door behind him, “Sorry I didn’t let you know.”

You shake your head as you press your face against his neck, inhaling the scent of Cody. He smells like the fire-retardant of his blacks, gun oil, and the cheap soap that he uses while deployed. He smells like Cody. “Is okay,” You finally say, “Just glad that you’re here.”

He sets you back on your feet, but you keep yourself wrapped around him, and you feel him laugh, “Someone’s clingy.” Cody’s voice is lightly teasing, but his arms remain tightly around you as well.

“Shh. I missed you,” You reply as you tighten your grip around him. 

“I missed you too, cyare.” Cody murmurs in your ear, “Thought about you every day.”

“Did you?” you ask as you finally pull your face away from his neck, so you’re able to look him in the eye.

“Mm. Reading your messages to me was my favorite part of the day,” Cody admits. His hands slide up your sides, over your shoulders and the side of your neck, to cup your face. He smiles at you, warm and gentle, “But, I promised you a surprise, didn’t I?”

You nod eagerly.

“Okay, close your eyes.” Cody murmurs.

“You’re not going to put, like, frogs in my hands are you?” You ask, even as you obediently close your eyes.

“Spoken like someone with a little brother,” Cody replies with a laugh, “No, where would I even keep a frog on me, cyare?”

“My brother seemed to have the magical ability to just materialize them from nowhere,” You joke, “Maybe you have the same superpower.”

“Well, it’s not a frog. Promise. It’s nothing gross at all.” He rubs small circles just under your ear, “Are you ready?”

“Yep!”

“Good,” And then his lips are on yours. 

Cody kisses with the same intensity that he does everything else in his life. And you…well, you melt into him, and into his kiss. It’s everything you’ve wanted, and it’s better than you ever imagined.

And then he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, and you open your eyes. And you’re unable to stop the wide grin that crosses your face. You feel giddy, almost. And judging by the matching wide grin on Cody’s face, he’s feeling the same way.

“How was that?” He asks.

“Mm…you know, I think we should try again,” You breath out, “Testing is an important part of forming a conclusion. Scientific method and…things.”

“You just want to kiss me again,” He accuses, but his grin hasn’t faded.

“Oh, absolutely,” You agree shamelessly, “I’ve wanted to kiss you for…oh…three and a half months now.”

“Well, I suppose I have three and a half months worth of kisses to make up on.” He tilts your head back, and crashes his lips against yours again, and delight surges through you.

He kisses you like he needs you to breathe. And you tighten your hold around him…after all, you need him just as much.

#star wars #tcw #Commander Cody x reader #cody x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[alavestineneas]

Nothing we can do

pairing: Finnick Odair x fem!reader

summary: Finnick Odair hates everything about the Capitol and has every right to do so. But what if there was someone who made it a little more complicated?

warnings: mentions of rape, typical hunger games violence

chapter 1 -> chapter 2 -> chapter 3

''Mister Odair, what a pleasure seeing you in such a cheerful spirit! I hope I don't ruin it with my presence, will I?''

Finnick wanted nothing more than to agree with a man, but instead, he politely smiled. ''Never, President Snow.''

''That's good news. I've noticed you made friends with Miss Y/N.'' A white-haired man lifted a glass from a tray, studying a weirdly coloured liquid inside. ''Such a remarkable young lady. Very bright, and might I as well add, very favoured amongst the suitors.''

Finnick did not understand where Snow was going with this, but it promised nothing good for him or Y/N. He wasn't that naive to even hope they could keep this a secret, but it wasn't that evident. Besides, Snow still got his money. Then what was it?

''You see, Mister Odair, Miss Y/N managed to catch the eye of our new military commander - such a sweet couple they are. Now, Mister Odair, we don't want anybody getting in the lovers' way, do we?''

''No, President Snow.'' Finnick felt the air leaving his chest. This punishment was clever, he must admit. Still keeping both of them around but reminded of their place. It was cruel. In the best traditions of the Capitol.

''Good. You are a smart man, Finnick. I trust you to make the right decision.'' The President implied their short exchange was over.

The solution was quite simple - Y/N is marrying the man, and Finnick keeps himself as far as possible. It should be easy. They are not even lovers, just acquaintances. If that is true, however, Finnick's hands wouldn't tremble as much as they do now. He was in love with a dumb lonely girl from the Capitol, and now he had to let her go.

He was invited to the wedding, of course. It might have been Y/N's idea or the President's order - either way he was stuck drinking cocktails and chatting with a bunch of assholes while they all waited for the lover birds to appear.

A tremendous garden was filled with live music and laughter. The wedding was lavish: fountains of chocolate, crates of fresh fruits, names of which Finnick could not pronounce, expensive meat and fish, literal pools of champagne and wine. It isn't something she would have chosen, he thinks. But then, does he really know?

The first notes of a famous melody hit the guests' ears - they hurriedly took their seats, aligned in neat rows. The first to walk down the decorated aisle was the groom. A man in his thirties in a functional but high-class suit walked quickly. He was everything you expect from a soldier - serious and cold eyes, lean figure and short hair. The man looked nothing like people here, so Finnick assumed he wasn't from around here, probably from District 2.  

Then, she appeared. Beautiful white wedding gown, with red gemstones covering her shoulders and descending onto the neckline. From afar, Finnick assumed it was made to resemble fire. But when she moved closer, he realised. The gemstones were droplets of blood. People caught that too, judging from a few gasps in the crowd. Y/N smiled at them, a knowing look in her eyes. The goodbye look.

It hurt, Finnick noted with slight amazement. Watching her kiss a stranger instead of him. What hurt more were her tears, which many falsely assumed were happy. Finnick did not miss how her now husband grabbed her forearm in anger or how her mother tried to cover her sobs in Mr.'s Y/L/N shoulder.

''We have two minutes. He promised me he'll kill me if I ever spoke to you again. And I believe him.''

''Snow?"

''No, Derek. They say he turned his ex-wife into the avox. Can you believe that?'' Y/N chuckled, but Finnick knew better. She was scared.

''Snow also made it very clear that we can't speak again.''

Y/N nodded. ''I guess it is for the best.''

He wanted to say more: to comfort her, to say that it'll be alright, to say that he loves her. But it would make no difference, only give them something they can never afford to have - hope.

Y/N seemed to understand that too. ''Try to stay alive, Finnick. It suits you.''

-

The month changed quickly after that. Quite frankly, Finnick lost count of them a long time ago. Nothing new. Same faces, same duties, the same fake smiles and a small voice in his head.

The voice that slowly poisoned his mind. The voice that woke him up at night and haunted him in the daytime. Telling him that he is a coward, that there was a choice, he was just not brave enough to make it.

When the Quarter Quell was announced Finnick thought he might be going insane. He had not slept all night, preferring to stare into the relentless ocean. It has calmed him before, but not this time. Finnick was sure that he isn't seeing this water again - Snow will have him in that damn arena, and the chances of getting out were even smaller than before.

It was like a fever dream - reaping, interviews, countless photoshoots. It felt bitter but, at the same time, very familiar. He did not have to bother to attract sponsors or build a good image for the Capitol - years of work before came in handy. Finnick was left with a week of existence before his death. Very generous.

A few visits to his most generous sponsors. An hour or two. A pretty smile here and a moan there. Nothing of the unusual kind. Some cried, and some assured they will be doing everything possible to get him back. If Finnick could, he would laugh right in their atrociously painted faces.

The last client for today. A huge hotel with hundreds of rooms, very acquainted to Finnick. Golden doors, luxurious lobby. Room 23, the door to the right. He knocked and opened it without bothering to wait.

''Missed me, fisher boy?'' Y/N and her luminous dress. Finnick quickly shortened the distance between them, embracing the woman in a hug. She smelled sweet, with a hint of sourness - probably the healing cream.

''You have no idea.''

She chuckled in his chest. Finnick thought that this is how he would like to go - in her arms. He quickly lost the idea when she started speaking.

''We have an hour, then he'll find out. I am so sorry about the Games, but I won't be able to help you. Derek can't stand even your face in the magazine. Such an insecure asshole he is.''

Y/N looked up at him, a storm of feelings in her eyes taking Finnick's breath away.  And then he did something he never thought he would - he kissed her.

It was thorough and shamelessly hearty, nothing like the usual kissing he has done. Hell, she was not even his client - she was the woman he loved, the woman that he so desperately wanted to be his. Finnick felt her tilting her head to the right, pulling away.

''Don't,'' he mumbled, bringing her closer.

''You know you don't have to do it, right? You owe me nothing, Finnick.''

''But I want to. I want you. If you'll have me.''

Finnick felt Y/N's hands on his neck, pulling him in for another, much rougher, almost bruising kiss. They have an hour.

-

Salty waves touched his feet, bringing a burning sensation to the cuts and blisters - they will heal faster that way. The hot daytime sun was finally setting, allowing a few moments of peace in the blood-soaked arena.

Mags was already dead - it was absurd to think she had a chance to survive, as much as Finnick wanted to believe that. He will mourn her if he ever gets out of here.

The one thing occupying his mind was the birds, jabberjays. Finnick couldn't allow himself to believe another lie - Y/N was probably dead or on the verge of dying. He hoped she had gone quickly and without much pain, although judging from her cries, it was far from that.

Even if she was still alive, the first thing when the rebellion breaks out will be her torture. Finnick had sacrificed her for the revolution, for the future. And still, the thought of her eyes haunted him at night. Y/N will be dead now or later; for supporting the rebellion or being on the other side of it, and he sentenced her.

Finnick hopes she forgives him. He wishes they had met in another life - Finnick can almost hear Y/N's cheerful laugh and her soft hands holding his face. ''I love you,'' she says, and for once, it sounds happy, not bitter.

He will do his task - Finnick will get the lovebirds out alive. But then, he will make her a nice grave. They will be together. Y/N wanted to see District 4, his home. It will be her home too.

-

The plan worked. Katniss was on the hovercraft. The rebellion has started. Finnick tried to focus on what Haymitch was telling although in vain. It felt real now, the deaths of people he loved. The Capitol took the ones left - Finnick wished he could call them dead.

The door to the room opened, and Plutarch spoke.

''Took you long enough. We were almost getting bored, you know?''

Finnick glanced at the man in irritation. How could he say that? The fire girl lost more in that arena than Heavensbee could imagine.

''Plutarch, I suppose being away from the Snow's grasp helped you lose your manners? I can still have your tongue, so don't get too comfortable."

Finnick's head shot up at the sound of a familiar voice. It couldn't be.

But, there she stood. Y/N. Without her extravagant clothes and vibrant makeup, in a simple grey jumpsuit, she looked much younger.

''Finnick, this is Y/N Y/L/N, although I believe you have met before.''

He did not listen. Finnick embraced the woman, feeling Y/N's hands gripping his torso. She was here. Alive. Breathing and muttering something in his ear. He did not detect it at first, so caught up in his emotions.

''Finn, I love you, but I can't breathe.''

Y/N let out a burst of shaky laughter as Finnick instantly let her go, feeling a slow smile growing on his face.

They made it.

#hunger games finnick #hunger games #thg #finnick x y/n #finnick odair #finnick x you #finnick x reader #hurt/comfort

[to-the-stars8]

Mr. Todd and I

Pairings: Regency AU Jason Todd x Reader AN; I've been sitting on this forever so hopefully everyone likes it!! I'm so excited to show this all to you. Summary; Just a one-shot of Regency AU of Jason Todd and the Reader meeting for the first time. Part II

Part I

“Ah, may I introduce you to one of the loveliest women here, Mister Wayne,” Said Miss Thompson who then proceeded to introduce you in the kindest manner. 

You curtsied, looking up at Mister Wayne, and noted that he was extremely handsome. He was tall with dark hair that was combed back, his features were angular, and his eyes a shining blue that could not compare to the waters of Greece. Yet, when he spoke, there was no cleverness or wit about him entirely. He was good with words, and every so often you observed that there was some intelligence to his tongue. 

“I beg your pardon,” Mister Wayne said as he turned to the two of his children that stood at his side. “I have not gotten to introduce to you to my sons and daughters.”

Mister Wayne came with a whole sort of characters to the party, bringing his five sons and two daughters. The oldest of the five boys seemed the most likable, Richard as he was called, seemed good-humored and even-tempered. He was dancing with Miss Gordon, quite engaged in pleasant conversation. The two girls, Cassandra and Stephanie, were dancing with the two teenage boys, Timothy and Duke. The four of them seemed kind and in good spirits, though a bit aloof of those outside of their party. 

Next to Mister Wayne was the youngest, Damian, who hid behind his father’s legs in childish nervousness. The second eldest, Jason, seemed the most hesitant and impersonal out of all of them. Quiet and hardly smiled. 

Compared to his brother, Richard, Jason was not as pretty. The man was handsome, that was of no doubt, but he lacked the prettiness that the elder possessed. His face was pleasing, with green eyes under long lashes and a fine nose with a pretty mouth underneath. He was big in height and size and did not seem to have an ounce of openness to him. His temperament instantly put you off, but you never tried to create such judgments on small quirks. 

“Such handsome children you have, Mister Wayne,” You said. He nodded, but awkwardness fell in the silence, you attempted to salvage it. “Will you be in town long?”

“Oh, yes! Yes, I find the countryside much more peaceful than the city. My children are very well acquainting themselves,” Said Mr. Wayne, then leaned forward as he continued. “I worry for these two. Nervous, they are.”

You smiled, eyes going to the two of them. “Perhaps they should dance. I have several friends about, some of their sisters about the age of your youngest son.”

“No!” The child wailed, pulling onto his father’s pants. “I wish not to, Father.”

“Damian,” Mr. Wayne said, tone deep with a warning. 

You spoke up, “Damian, there is Sir Kent’s son in the corner playing Jacks, he is not too particular to dancing, either.”

You turned and called to the boy who happily scampered over with a smile. Jonathan, whose father you worked as an au pair for, was a cheery child with all the good disposition and the intelligence of his mother. A boy of only a little over eight, he often acted like every other child, but his mother and father were sure he was brighter than most. They were not the ones picking the boy up from the mud after taking a dive or explaining the simple things. That did not sway his social charm. 

He jumped into your arms, holding onto them as you introduced him to young Mr. Wayne. 

“Damian, would you like to play?” Jon asked, cheeks rosy with anticipation of his answer. 

Damian hesitated, looking to his father, who patted his back in encouragement, before running off with the boy. That left you with the second eldest Wayne, Jason. Mr. Wayne had stepped away, stating that something on the other side of the room had been calling his attention--Perhaps it was the pretty Miss Kyle who had been staring at him most of the evening. 

“Mr. Wayne--” You started.

“Mr. Wayne is my adoptive father. My surname is Todd.” Said Mr. Todd stoically. 

“Oh! Forgive me, I meant no offense,” You assured. After a moment of silence, you continued your questioning. “Do you read, Mr. Todd?”

He nodded shyly. “I do.”

“Ah, does the library in Wayne Manor satisfy you well? Sir Kent says it is the largest library he has ever seen in a home.”

“Yes,” Was all his answer was. Mr. Jason Todd stared at you before asking. “Would you do me the honor of letting me have the next dance?”

You stood there a moment, surprised by the request, but politely accepted. Mr. Todd bowed before retreating to his brother on the other side of the room. Miss Gordon curtsied to her partner before making her way over to you, smiling as she did so. 

When she approached, the two of you turned your backs to the party. 

“You and the elder son of Mr. Wayne seem to have gotten along very well,” You giggled. 

Barbara, clever as she was beautiful, smirked. “Yes, I feel I like him very much.”

“Does he have wit about him, I cannot imagine as someone with good looks like him to have any,” You laughed. “There has to be a fault somewhere.”

She tsked, saying your name lowly, playfully. “He does. Do not believe me to have anyone who cannot have some conversation with an ounce of cleverness. And what of you? Mr. Todd looks at you with such admiration. I had noticed it from the moment he stepped into the room.”

You guawffed. When the Wayne family had stepped into the ballroom, you were dancing and had no time to notice the father or the sons. You hadn’t even noticed the young man until his father approached you with Ms. Thompson. Even then, the two of you scarcely exchanged words. 

“You cannot be telling the truth, Barbara. He seems so…”

“Brooding?” The two of you laughed. 

“Yes! I asked him about his father’s library and he seemed so reluctant to answer. Like he wished not to speak to me,” You giggled. 

Barbara only looked over her shoulder before noting that the song had ended and Mr. Todd was approaching in all his brooding form. She told you of the good wealth he would inherit from his father and to remember it, for even the most dislikable traits could have been overturned with it. You contained your laughter and held your hand out to him, letting him lead you to the dance floor. 

Mr. Todd was surprisingly light with his steps and moved with extreme grace. He was quiet at first, resigning himself to focus on the dance and your eyes. No matter how often you look away when your eyes returned to his face his hadn’t moved an inch. 

“You said you read,” Mr. Todd said suddenly. 

It took you a moment to realize he was speaking to you before you answered. “No, sir, I did not. I asked if you did if I recall correctly.”

“Not many people inquire,” He paused as the two of you stepped close. Eyes looking down at you now. “About reading habits unless they read themselves.”

“I must confess, I do,” You smiled as the two of you turned. His hand was firmly on your waist, slowly pushing you in a circle. “I find characters in novels have more sense than the ones we meet every day.”

“Cynical thing of you to say,” Mr. Todd breathed when he caught a whiff of your perfume. 

“It is not, sir. Perfectly reasonable,” There was playful scorn in your tone. “You are a reader yourself, so you must know you like some novels better than people.”

Jason did not respond as he kept his eyes on you. The moment he stepped into the door he was fascinated by you for no reason. Nor any consequence so far. You were kind, soft-spoken, and had some sense about you as he discovered. Not to mention Miss Thompson was right when she called you the loveliest woman in the room--Or even the whole county. Dick had pushed him to ask you to dance the instant he noticed his brother’s stare, which led him to where he was now. Hand in hand with you.

He liked you even more so after the dance as well. He walked you off the dance floor hand in hand after expressing some tire, sitting you down in a chair by the Kent child. You observed his youngest brother and your charge for a moment before he offered you some wine. 

“No, thank you, sir,” You said. After another moment of watching Jon, you continued on. “I have no other engagements this evening, Mr. Todd. It seems I am the least desirable partner in the room.”

Jason was amused by the blatant attempt to get him to ask you for another dance since you could not ask for yourself. A small smile tugged at his lips. “I am sorry to hear it, for I think you are one of the most desirable women in the room.”

“You flirt with me, sir,” You whispered, feigning shock. “Sir Kent will not think it kind. He thinks of me as family, you know.”

“I do not agree that is flirting but rather stating fact, Miss,” Jason paused. “We should discuss the topic over another dance, no?”

“Very right, sir, we should.”

Jason gladly took your hand for another dance.

#jason fluff #romance #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #robin jason todd #jason todd #red hood x reader #regency romance #regency au

[kidney9-9]

Not Today Mister - Chapter 10

Aizawa x Reader Warnings: Cursing Masterlist

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“Um, I’m kind of busy.” You tried to excuse yourself, huffing out another nervous laugh.

He stared at you unimpressed, looking down at the mop in your hands. “Oh, really? This should only take a second of your time.” He responded, crossing his arms.

You bit your lip, feeling a little flare of anger that he wasn’t accepting you were actually busy. “Yeah, you know being the only janitor here means I have a busy schedule. Now excuse me.” You quickly pushed down that nervousness you were feeling earlier.

He thankfully backed away again, “Oh, I’m sorry.” And then he spoke up again, “But really, it’ll only be a few moments, little listener.”

You swelled with anger when he emphasized on “little”, “Hey man. Sure, I may look little, but I can be so much more if you make me angry. Leave me be.”

He looked amused at your take, and even chuckled, then he waved his hands. “I didn’t mean it like that really – I mean, sure you’re little and you’re acting like the Hulk from those old marvel movies but seriously, this’ll only be a few moments, it’s about my coworker Aizawa.”

He just called you the Hulk.

Your eye twitched. Then you sighed deeply. “Please leave me be. I’m not asking politely again. I’m on a busy schedule.” Hizashi continued to be amused by you and laughed again.

“But it’s about Aizawa!” He sang-song.

Your frown deepened as you felt heat rush to your face, and you tightened your grip on your mop.

“I re-really don’t want to talk about Ai-Aiza- your coworker.” You couldn’t even fully say his name without feeling embarrassed in front of this guy. You felt like you were blushing.

Hizashi’s grin widened even more at that. “Are you sure about that?”

You almost roll your eyes at the man, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Because I’m pretty sure you like him.” He chuckled, sending you a knowing stare. You gulped instantly, and looked away with wide eyes, wondering if he was a mind reader.

“Present Mic – uh,” You paused, “How did you know…?” You squeak out reluctantly. You weren’t going to deny it if he already knew!

“The way you acted around him. I’m a clever guy.” He prided himself for that and you fought the urge to laugh. He was actually not sure you liked him, it was just a guess, but he would never let you know that.

“But still! I worked hard not to be noticed by him and you knew I like him?” You whined slightly, making the guy laugh again.

Hizashi responded, “Wait what? Oh, he notices you, alright. He thinks you’re angry at him for his ‘poor teaching’.”

You gaped at him and shook your head, “No way. I think he’s an amazing teacher. Why does he think that?”

“Aw that’s so cute, you really do like him! Anyway, he thinks that because you run away from him whenever you see him. And he mentioned when you were laughing at one of his kids in his class.” Hizashi answered, nodding to you.

You bit your lip, “Oh my. This is bad. I only laughed at the kid because he was acting funny. You know the kid, he’s in your English class! Bakugou Katsuki.” You name the kid.

Hizashi’s eyes shine, “Oh that little listener.”

“What?”

“He’s a mean little guy. Gotta watch out for him, you hear?” He warned you, laughing when he saw your reaction.

You didn’t say anything in return, so Hizashi continued, “Aizawa is a sensitive guy on the inside. He cares a lot about those kids, and he’ll think that you ran from him since it’s his fault they aren’t the best.”

You sighed, “I don’t think that. They’re way ahead of most kids their age at this point.”

“But you’ve made him think he’s a bad teacher.”

You’re tempted to tell him about the plan you made with Aya. Or at least a section of it. You decide you will tell him, but not the full truth.

“I need to talk to him then.” You start slowly, nodding as you continue, “So I need to bring him into the interrogation room to talk to him. I can’t talk to him in the same room, he makes me too nervous, I get butterflies in my stomach and want to smush his face in my hands in a cute way.”

Hizashi burst out in laughter, “Smush his face? Oh shit, that’s incredible. I’d pay to watch that. You should know that Aizawa hasn’t dated for… ages! He’s not used to this type of stuff.”

“I know that. I haven’t really dated much either in the past few years. Only a few hook ups, but those don’t count.” You shook your head.

“He hasn’t had any hook ups either. That man is wound up tightly. But I can get him into the interrogation room as long as you let me watch what happens. I have to know – he wouldn’t tell me shit about anything if you try to flirt with him.” Hizashi explains.

“I’m not going to flirt with him! Just decide if I really like him or not and tell him he is a good teacher!” You clarify.

“Aw, so cute.” He hummed, teasing you softly.

Your nose twitches, “Stop it.”

“I’ll guide him to the interrogation room, just give me your number and I’ll let you know when it happens.” Hizashi agreed.

You smile at him for the first time, “Alright, sounds good. Thanks for helping me out.”

“Oh, I’m helping Aizawa out too. He needs some pussy.” Hizashi shrugged, then quickly added on, “Not that – uh, I take that back. He needs a good responsible woman to spice up his world. Someone exactly like you!”

“That’s not much better.” You laughed.

“Damn it. My bad, but he’s my best friend. I’m looking out for him, and I know he needs this. You’re the only one that he’ll consider dating! You match all of his ideals, so it’s a good thing. I made sure.” Hizashi sounded smug about knowing it.

Your eyes widened, “I’m his type?”

“Oh, for sure! I don’t know you much, but everything I do know… well you’re his type.”

#aizawa x reader #aizawa x you #mha x reader #bnha x reader #thank you for reading!

[waywardsummoner46]

Doctor Who Masterlist

You’ll Be Perfect

Pairing: Mister Clever x (?)Reader, Eleventh Doctor x (?)Reader

Summary: Out of all of the Doctor’s enemies, the Cybermen were the most persistent. Never failing to demolish any hope of a decent time on whatever planet the Doctor decided to take you all, this time. Finding that the future still unfortunately has Cybermen launches you into another adventure except this time they pose even more of a threat than ever because this time… they have the Doctor.

#doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader

[hardlyinteresting]

Bad ideas

Dieter Bravo x GN!reader

Dieter doesn't watch his own films Warnings: cannabis use (Dieter only) not explicit, work stress??, lmk if you want me to add anything else.

Maybe staying out until two am with some D list actress, and then smoking a joint before a film festival was a bad idea. But, in his defence, his management team is always asking him to be more laid back and approachable on red carpets. Apparently admitting that you don’t watch your own projects, found the entire filming experience beyond tedious, and felt artistically crushed is bad for press? And his nervous sweaty palms and standard one-word answers weren’t helping.

He’s not sure how long he’s on the carpet, his brain buzzing distracting him from his own anxious thoughts, and the passage of time. But, soon enough he’s being corralled into the auditorium and finds himself negotiating with his manager to get himself the aisle seat. He silently prays to anything holy, that he’ll be able to make a clean escape once the lights go down. There are speeches, and dedications. Thank yous, and acknowledgements. Meanwhile, Dieter considers the probability of being able to dose off behind his sunglasses without being caught. 

The lights fade, lowering the room into darkness and he all but flinches at the sight and sound of himself on the big screen. He takes his chances, darting out of the theatre and into the hallway, not looking just going, trying to ignore the weird swirly pattern on the carpeting out in the hallway--boom! He walks straight in something? Someone? He just hopes it’s not his manager. “Oh my-- I’m so sorry!” the mystery obstacle squeaks out, “I’m so, so sorry mister Bravo!” Speak Dieter, Speak! His mind urges, “Oh. yeah. No. It’s fine,” he manages as he helps himself back up to his feet, “Sorry”. “Oh, please don’t be sorry. It was my fault mister Bravo”. “You a fan or something? Am I supposed to know you?” “‘Yes. but not like a stalker or something. I’m working. I’m a journalist. We actually met at this festival last year!” Their nervous smile is infectious and Dieter can feel himself relaxing. Yes, yes. He remembers now . They were cute. They are cute. “Shouldn’t you be watching the film then?” “Yeah, but I got locked out. I left to answer a call from my boss and I couldn’t get back in. I’m kinda fucked now” they sigh, “Shouldn’t you be watching the film? It’s your movie! Wait! Can you get us back in there?” He shakes his head. No. can’t go back. Fleeing. “I don’t watch my own shit”. “Right. Wipe. Flush. Move on”. “Yeah-- was that you I gave that sound bite too? My team almost killed me for that”. He recieves only a sly smirk and an innocent little shrug from them. Fair enough. “Let’s make a deal. I give you  one on one. You help me get out of here”. “Conditions?” they eye him suspiciously. Clever. Love that. “We don’t talk about that quote I gave you last year. And I’ll give you the exclusive on the project I just signed on for if you find me coffee and sober me up first”. “Deal!” “Fantastic!”

Maybe getting stoned before his own film premiere was a bad idea. But, maybe, just maybe, leaving early was a very good idea. 

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo #pedro pascal character x reader #pedro pascal characters #the bubble movie #the bubble #dieter

[dyns33]

The Devil’s Lawyer 6

Part 6 of Matt Murderdock x Nice Lawyer Reader. Part 5 here 

Matthew Murdock had a lot of kinks.

Put his hand around her neck.

Biting. Lots of bites. The man was a biter. Foggy did his best not to comment on the marks.

Tie her up and have her at his mercy.

Praises. Yeah, definitely a praise kink for Mister Murdock. In bed, she was no longer 'darling', but his 'good, brave, clever girl'. It also worked the other way around, even if he didn't want to admit it. Or he didn't realise it. But whenever Y/N said something positive about him like 'that was wonderful', 'you're the best', or 'please don't stop', he would make a noise that sounded like a purr .

However, she did not give him a nickname. No 'my love' or 'Matty'. Especially not Matty, he hated it.

Just 'Murderdock', in her phone. He couldn't blame her for this, he was the one who first mentioned that nickname and Y/N thought it was funny.

She didn't want to think that it also suited him perfectly.

So Matt had a lot of kinks, and lately he seemed to really want to blindfold her. Everywhere. All the time. As soon as they were alone.

And not necessarily to do naughty things. Was this really a new kink ?

           "Matt, I'm eating."

           "Yeah, but do you know exactly what you're eating ? Close your eyes. Focus on the flavours. The textures. Tell me what you see."

           "I don't see anything, my eyes are closed."

           "There are different ways of seeing, darling. Where does the rice come from ? The meat ? Is it overcooked ? Undercooked ? Are there any spices ? Salt ? Tell me what you see."

She saw nothing. Just rice and meat. A bit bland. Because even though Matt knew how to cook, and sometimes went out of his habits to please her, he didn't like adding unnecessary things like sauce. He said it disturbed the whole thing, made him confused.

During several meals, he asked her the same thing over and over again.

Then he did the same while they were in the shower. He put his hands over her eyes and whispered in her ear to focus on the water. The temperature. The sound of drops running over their skin before falling to the ground and trickling down the pipes.

The silk ribbon arrived very quickly.

Matthew 'Delicate' Murdock loved silk. He had bought her lots of clothes in this material. He had changed the sheets of her bed, as well as all the pillows in the flat.

They hadn't talked about what that meant. He hadn't brought his toothbrush yet after all. But he was there very often.

           "I'm tired." she muttered when he blindfolded her. "Tomorrow morning."

           "Although I admit that making you shiver and languish, without you knowing what I'm doing to you, and even maybe playing at making you guess what I will do, that's not what I had in mind, darling."

           "Another one of your tests... I don't have the same senses as you."

That topic had never really come up either, but Y/N had long guessed that Matt had above-average senses. But, like, really superior senses.

Foggy had his doubts too, after being his law school roommate for three years.

There were things Matt certainly couldn't know while being blind.

There were many things he couldn't know, even if he hadn't been blind.

Like when Y/N was rolling her eyes. If she had been hugged by someone during the day. If she was nervous.

Well, the day he had told her he could hear her heartbeat, that had been a huge clue. No one could hear hearts beating.

But as usual, she hadn't asked for an explanation, she had simply accepted this new oddity and Matt had valued her even more for that.

That being said, she really didn't have his abilities, and she didn't think she could ever have them. So she didn't understand what his purpose was.

           "Can't you hear the neighbour's terribly annoying music ?"

           "No. I don't think old Mrs. Clark listens to music that late."

           "I was talking about the young moron down the street."

           "...No, I hear it even less." she sighed.

           "Can't you hear the cat digging in the trash ? The helicopter flying over the park ? No ? And do you smell the clean dishes in the kitchen ? Less difficult, I'm going to move. Tell me where I am in the room."

           "Matt, no. No, let me sleep."

Keeping the blindfold on because she was really too tired to take it off, Y/N put her head under a pillow to escape further questions. She could hear a growl, then a sigh, and finally he lay down next to her to sleep.

As she had asked him, he didn't start again until the next morning.

But the result would be the same.

No, she couldn't hear anything outside the apartment, and even some tiny sounds from the room she was in. No, she didn't smell anything in particular. No, she didn't know where he was, and no he was no longer allowed to climb on the table.

But Matt wouldn't stop.

Every time she tried to remove the blindfold, he grabbed her hands.

           "Again. Focus."

           "Matt…" she growled dangerously, feeling she was reaching her limit.

           "You're not even trying. I can't believe you're trying. I know you can't 'see' as well as I do, but still. The flowers. I moved your flowers, where are they now ?"

Y/N didn't know. She didn't even know what the flowers smelled like anymore, and she couldn't smell them if she didn't put her nose directly into them.

All of this was exhausting. And annoyed. And hurtful.

She felt pathetic. A fragile, stupid, lost, weak little thing.

And as soon as she answered that she didn't know, she heard Matt sigh and that sigh… It didn't help at all. He was judging her. He thought she was all of those things.

It was humiliating.

           "Why do you insist so much ? Are you training your pet ?"

Good. That was mean. Very mean.

She knew very well that was the wrong thing to say. After what happened with Otomo-san.

She knew Matt would never treat her like a pet.

In saying this, she was comparing him to them. She still didn't know who they were, but they were clearly heartless assholes. Matt could be a heartless asshole sometimes. But he was trying not to when he was with her.

There was a long silence then Matt took back the silk ribbon and he left the apartment without adding anything.

Shit. Well done Y/N. Very well done.

Immediately she tried to call him but of course he didn't answer. He also ignored her messages.

And the situation was too serious for her to wait to see him at work.

Y/N therefore decided to hunt him down.

No, not really to hunt him. No one could track Matthew Murdock, the ninja.

Her senses were still useless anyway.

She did something she had only done once before, but never went further than the reception to ask for information.

She went to his place.

Matt's apartment was on the top floor of one of the tallest and most expensive buildings in New York.

As a joke, Foggy always said that he must have chosen the best view, even to piss everyone off since Matt couldn't enjoy it. Maybe it was not really a joke.

This time Otomo-san wasn't there.

Or he was there, but he was avoiding her, since he wasn't allowed to speak to her without permission. So it was someone else who greeted her, obviously without knowing who she was, treating her with a certain disdain.

Until she gave her name.

           "...Lady Y/N ! Of course, of course ! Forgive me, I didn't know you were supposed to come. Master Murdock is here, yes. He came back recently. I don't know if he accepts to receive visitors at this time, but I can warn him of your arrival."

           "That won't be necessary. He already knows I'm here."

If he could hear the music from the little jerk across the street, he must have heard her coming, right ? He who was so gifted, with his super enhanced senses.

           "Of course ! The elevator is here Lady Y/N."

Lady ? Seriously ? She should talk about this with Matt. Later.

As she had imagined, Matt was waiting for her, seated in a red armchair. There was a lot of red everywhere. Was that his favourite colour ?

She saw he had several red coats and jackets.

Katanas.

And a tapestry with a weird symbol.

This was not the time to visit, she was not there for that.

Y/N noted that he had his glasses on and that his face was unreadable.

Great. She had to play it carefully.

           "I'm sorry." she said sincerely, and he knew she meant it.

But he said nothing. He did not move. It was not enough. Very well.

           "I shouldn't have said that." she continued. "I know that wasn't true. I mean, I don't understand why you're doing this, but I know that wasn't it. It was wrong. I was tired and… upset. That's no excuse. I didn't like feeling weak."

           "You are weak."

Ouch. Well, at least he was talking. It was a good start, right ?

           "Matt, I don't have your abilities and I never would. I know that, you know that, and so I don't understand what you wanted to do."

           "You are weak." he repeated, but his tone was less cold. "That's not necessarily a bad thing. They won't come for you. But you should not be too weak either. You have to... be prepared. I know you'll never be like me. I wanted you... to understand how I see. I also wanted to gauge how you saw. And try to help you improve as much as possible, so that you could sense if a danger was imminent. But I didn't want to worry you, so I was trying to make it fun. I didn't think you'd be upset."

Sometimes she forgot that Matt was a great lawyer. And the Kingpin.

For that, he had to be good at talking, at convincing and charming people. And damn it, he was really, really good.

The little pout didn't help. Luckily he had his glasses on. Oh no, he had just taken them off. It was now impossible to stay mad at him. And he knew it. The little shit.

If only instead of being an apology genius he knew how to communicate and explained things before disaster struck.

           "...We could try again." she said.

           "You don't need to force yourself out of pity."

           "Never. Just, you have to know that I can't 'see' outside the room. I can't, okay ? So don't ask me again if I hear the neighbours or the bird singing on the other side of the city. On the other hand... You can... ask me if I guess what you are going to do to me."

           "Darling. You are a menace." he purred.

Blindfolded and hardly leaving the room all day, Y/N didn't have the opportunity to visit the apartment. It will be for another time.

#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfic #matt murderdock #dark matt #earth 65 #lawyer reader

[sporadicthingcollection]

99 Problems: Entry #36 (Cad Bane x F!Reader)

Summary: Cad Bane is not a young man. So there's no way his breeding cycle kicked in twice in one month... Right?

Pairing: Cad Bane/F!Reader

Rating: 🌶️ Explicit 🌶️

Word Count: -4.5k

Warnings: Semi-public masturbation, phone holo sex, breeding kink, spanking, rough sex, bloodplay, mentions of pregnancy, PiV sex, droid bullying

Notes: #17 is my 2nd most liked fic so I have no choice but to listen to the people. Also welcome to the new wave of Cad Bane fuckers inspired by the latest BoBF, complementary snacks and coffee are in the back and the meeting starts at 8

DRIVE B//: User > Me > Documents > Text > Personal > Other > list1.hpd

LIST OF REASONS YOURE A PAIN IN THE ASS AND I SHOULD TURN YOU IN

#36: YOU TRIGGERED MY BREEDING CYCLE TWICE IN A MONTH HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT

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You are Irno Favara. You should be happy -- for the first time in a couple months, you have your ship to yourself. You should be enjoying the quiet. Cleaning your quarters. Baking a cake. Catching up on your soaps. Masturbating.

Anything but arguing with a very small, very angry droid who just finished tearing through your ‘fresher and is now rummaging through the galley.

“You’re not going to find anything because there isn’t anything!” you bark.

Todo 360 yanks the cap from a bottle of sage and dumps it all over the floor. “The only explanation for Mister Bane’s erratic behavior is you! You have done something to him and I will find out what!”

The basil is next, followed by the wedding mint. “So you’re decimating my spice rack?!”

Oregano, marjoram, parsley. At least the floor will smell nice. “It happened after you plied him with alcohol, so the only logical conclusion is that it must be some sort of herb.”

“Or he’s just being pigheaded.”

It’s been a week since you drank Cad Bane under the table, got forcibly cuddled by him, and he whispered words you never thought you’d hear from him.

You were damn sure you liked him for the sex. Understandable, really. You have stamina and a tight pussy, he’s got experience and a nice cock. You make loud, lovely music together and you look hot doing it.

And then it started. A little twinge in your chest. A little heat in your cheeks, a little roil in your belly.

You didn’t know when. You hated him for a long time, yet you just couldn’t stop thinking about him, even as you sat in the cell he put you in. His rough hands, his rumbling voice, how he’ll shoot a man dead with no hesitation. The way cold-blooded violence turned you on used to embarrass you, but you’ve come to embrace it.

Now you smile when you see him. Genuinely. He’s sharp as a whip and always has something clever to say. He’s exciting. Worldly. And he’s greedy! He’s as excited to steal things as you are! You’ve never met a man like that! He listens to your plans, tells you when an idea is dumb and comes up with a better one. And he likes what you cook. Fed men are happy men, as your mama would say.

So when he in uino ueritas-ed that he felt the same way...

The droid flies up in your face, brandishing a bottle at you. “I will not have you slander him like this!”

You get right in his ‘face’ in return. “Then tell him to man the fuck up on what he said--”

You stop as you see the bottle. A very strong, very tasty, very expensive Zeltrian saffron Nonna Favara gave you for your birthday. It’s currently being held very precariously.

Todo sees your expression and jumps to his conclusion. Faster than you can react, he zips off with it.

“No!”

You call him every name you can think of in every language you know as you chase after him. The little droid is quick and your legs can only move so fast. You’re built for sneaking, not sprinting.

You’re about to snag him when a sudden noise makes you both freeze. A high-pitched beep beep beep from the Justifier’s cockpit.

Todo glances at you, then putters up the ladder. You sigh and resign yourself to losing your saffron. You were going to make a pilaf with it, too...

Suddenly, the droid reappears at the edge of the passage. “Mister Bane would like to speak with you,” he says. He putters downward, still holding the saffron, and jabs a finger at you. ”Don’t try anything funny.”

You throw your hands up as he heads back to the galley, presumably to keep tearing through your cabinets. Whatever. You climb up the ladder and enter the Justifier’s cockpit.

You’ve never actually been in the cockpit of Bane’s ship. It’s very utilitarian, but the windscreen is big enough to provide quite the view.

The doors close behind you and you perch yourself in the pilot’s chair. “Bane?” you ask. You’re not sure where the mic or holocam is, so you just speak to empty air. “You there?”

The projector isn’t on, so you only hear his voice. “What’d ya do t’ me?!” he demands.

Your jaw drops. Not him too! “What the hell are you talking about?”

A low, rumbly noise sounds. It goes right to your core. “I know ya did somethin’ t’ me.” His voice hitches strangely. Like he’s forcing words out. “Fess up an’ I’ll make yer demise quick an’ painless.”

You were offended when Todo accused you, but him? “How stupid do you think I am?!”

He ignores you. “Knew ya were up t’ somethin’. Knew ya were too much t’ be true.” His heavy breathing echoes in the cockpit. If you weren’t pissed, you’d be aroused.

Your blood boils. “Accuse me to my face, you coward!” you hiss. You start looking for the holoprojector switch. You find it and flip it on, fully ready to give a piece of your mind. “Listen, you son of a bitch, I--”

You expect his face. Just his face, scrunched up in a scowl. And you do see it and he is indeed scowling.

But you also see that his coat is off and his shirt is rumpled, and his trousers are slung low on his hips. His cock is out and hard and he’s pumping it furiously.

Your jaw drops and your pussy twitches. So much for being annoyed.

He growls again. “I dunno what’chu did but dere’s no way dis happens twice in a month,” he spits. He swirls his thumb across his glans, toying with the slit. “Too old fer dat kinda shit t’ happen naturally--!” A sudden buck of his hips and he’s doubled over, still pumping away.

So that’s what Todo’s been seeing. “You’re fertile again?”

He glowers at you. “No, I’m jerkin’ off in an alley fer fun.” Another thrust racks him. “Fuck!”

You’re still annoyed. How dare he blame you for this? You don’t have any control over his biology. At least, you’re pretty sure that you don’t...

Actually, now that you’re thinking about it, your estrus is due to start in a few days. Your pheromones must have triggered his own hormones. It’s not unheard of for Zeltron pheromones to affect non-Zeltrons...

You’re going to keep that to yourself for now.

“I’ll meet you planetside,” you say. You fire up the navigational equipment, then pause. “...Unless you’d like help now.”

He looks up at you, eyes wide. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips, and he bobs his head.

Without a moment’s hesitation, you pull your shirt up over your head and unhook your bra. Your nipples harden in the cool air, and you gently cup your breasts.

Bane growls in appreciation as he leers at you. “Off wit’ yer skirts, too.”

“Aw, let’s not rush things.” You kick your legs up on the control panel, spread enough for him to get the slightest glimpse of your panties. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

His lips twitch into a snarl. “You.”

“Understandable. I’m quite the looker.” You roll your nipples between your fingertips. “What is it about me?” He growls, low and wet and rumbly. Emboldened by distance, you smirk. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Shyriiwook. Try Basic.”

His jaw clenches, but he keeps pumping his cock. “Flippin’ ya over my knee ‘til ya lose dat smart mouth.”

You jut your lower lip into a pout. “Aw, I thought you liked my smart mouth,” you say. You stick out your tongue and slowly curl it back into your mouth. “You certainly like it when it’s wrapped around your cock, sucking and licking your cum off those ridges of yours.”

He inhales sharply as he traces the peaks of the ridges. They’re dark compared to the rest of him. You can only imagine how green they are. “Yer playin’ a dangerous game, Favara.”

“You’re the one that called me.” Bane slumps backwards, his chest heaving as you shimmy out of your skirt. “ ‘Sides, that’s no way to speak to the girl you’re gonna knock up.”

His eyes widen. His jaw goes slack enough that you can see every one of his pointed teeth. Then his hips buck up and his brows knit together and his teeth clench. A strangled noise escapes him. “Don’t say dat.”

“Why? It’s clearly turning you on.” You slide your hands along your abdomen, tracing your navel. “You want to fuck me until I’m all full up with you--”

“Girlie, no,” he groans. His tongue lolls out between his fangs as he pants, hand pistoning up and down his cock.

You slip out of your panties and he groans again as you slide your fingers between your curls. “--’til it’s dripping down my legs, coating my thighs, and swelling my belly...” A little zing goes up your spine at the thought of that. You like that idea a little too much.

His eyes screw shut as he lets out a whine -- an honest-to-Maker whine -- as his hips buck up into his hand. You can only imagine what he’s wishing it was.

“Feel me clenching around you, all hot and wet, tight and slick...” You dip your fingers inside. A poor substitution for the real deal, but it’ll do.

And it does. Bane reaches a frenzy, hissing and groaning and squirming as he thrusts up. He’s sputtering words you don’t understand in between curses and prayers.

His eyes go wide. His back arcs and he gasps as seed splatters all over his shirt and hand. Even without seeing the true color, you can tell it’s fertile -- it’s thick and sticky and there’s a lot of it. Spurt after spurt in thick, stringy ropes.

You’re not sure whether to be worried or impressed. Either way, you’re turned on.

He slumps, gaze foggy, panting heavily. A few moments pass, and for a second, you worry that he’s broken. But finally he looks up at you. After a thick swallow, a tiny smile graces his lips.

You blush a bit. You like his smile. It’s oddly cute.

For a brief moment, all seems well. And then he cranes his neck to look at his shirt. Then his hand. Finally, he turns to you. His lips screw up into a snarl, and he cuts the feed.

You’re left there, sitting naked in the cockpit, blinking.

You have a bad feeling about this.

===

Cad Bane is a very, very, very unhappy man and it’s all your fault.

First, his fertile period hit again and it hit hard. Twice in one month. Not totally unheard of, but that’s in young men. Loathe as he is to admit it, he’s no spring nuna.

It popped up right in the middle of a meeting with a contact. Literally. He took off his hat to hide it. Acted like a perfect coat peg for the brief moment he stood up.

It was your fault, clearly. This never happened until you showed up. So he stumbled into an alley and called you to give you a piece of his mind and the sound of your voice was so intoxicating that he couldn't help but take care of himself right there.

His shirt was covered in semen. And it wasn’t easy to hide. The smell alone gave it away. He couldn’t walk through the streets like that, so he peeled it off and discarded it -- he really liked that shirt, too -- and walked through the streets bare-chested beneath his duster.

And now here he stands, watching the ship land, gnawing on a toothpick, thinking of all the ways he can get back at you for whatever you did.

The ship touches down, and you trot down the ramp. His cock twitches seeing you: you’re all made up, hair coiffed, wearing a dress that you weren’t before. You look ready for a date.

“Thought you’d rather have your bed than mine, so Todo’s in orbit with the Breeze,” you said. You notice his chest and blush, then frown. “Where’s your shirt?”

He’s touched that you’d remembered the nesting aspect, but only a little. It’s drowned out by the hormones telling him to rip your dress off.

“You ya gonna tell me what ya did or not?” he drawls.

You fold your arms across your chest, perfectly framing your lovely little breasts. “No, because I didn’t do anything,” you declare.

He steps close to you, his chest nearly bumping yours. You stare up at him, expression unchanging. “Givin’ ya ‘til de count o’ three. One.”

Your eyebrow quirks. “I’m not a child.”

Infuriating as it is, he loves your defiance. Makes you so much more fun to break. “Two.”

Your lower lip curls. You shift your weight to one leg, cocking your shapely hip slightly to the side. You keep staring at him. Reaching up, you pluck the toothpick from his lips and toss it away.

So be it. “Three.”

Bane snatches you by the hair and pulls you back up the ramp. You shriek and struggle, but he’s got white-hot rage on his side.

“Cad Bane, let me go!” you howl.

He drags you into the cockpit. Sitting himself down, he throws you across his lap. Pulling the knife from his boot, he slips it between your shoulder blades. You gasp and go still, only to cry out as he drags it downwards, neatly slicing through both your dress and your undergarments.

Aw, and you’re wearing the lacy ones he likes so much. Oh well.

He tosses the knife to the floor and pushes the fabric away. Sweet Maker, you’ve got such a nice ass. No matter how many times he sees it, he’ll never not be in awe.

He grabs your hair again and yanks your head up to look at him. “What’d ya do t’ me?!”

“Nothing!” you spit.

Using his thumb, he cracks the knuckles of his free hand. “Last chance, li’l lady.”

You actually spit at him. You miss, but the intent is clear.

He brings his hand down on your bare ass with a crack so loud it makes him jump. You squeal like a startled puffpig.

The handprint blooming on your ass entrances him. Red on pink. “Don’ lie t’ me.”

“I didn’t--” Crack. “--do--” Crack. “--anything!” Crack.

You squirm and shriek and whine with every hit. But you’re not trying to get away, you little masochist. He’s alright with that. Every twitch and wriggle rubs against his cock, pressing up into your warm belly.

Your ass is red as a raw steak now, and his mouth waters. He licks his lips and pulls your head back up. “Had enough?”

“Bite me!” you hiss.

He grins and drags his tongue along his teeth, feeling all the points and edges. He grips your ass tight, bunching the flesh into a thick handful.

You realize what you said. Your eyes go wide and your expression drops and his cock gets even harder. “No no no--”

You scream as he sinks his fangs into you and he damn near swoons. Your flesh is so tender, your skin so supple, your blood so sweet and warm. It’s enough to get drunk on.

He mouths it a bit before pulling back, placing a little kiss on the ring of punctures. “Ya taste good, darlin’,” he purrs.

Your eyes are wide and glassy. “I-I’m glad,” you breathe. You swallow, then blink at him. “...do it again.”

Now that’s certainly a change in tune. Not that he’s complaining.

He grabs a handful of flesh and bites again. He can only describe the resulting moan as the caterwaul of a tooka-cat in heat. He can’t bring himself to be annoyed that you’re getting off on what’s supposed to be a punishment. The only thing more satisfying than punishing you is making you cum.

He pulls away to slip his hands beneath you: one beneath your stomach to stroke himself, the other between your legs to play with your clit. He finds it easily, strokes and swirls it around with the pads of his fingers.

He laps up the little beads of blood. “Sweet li’l thing,” he slurs. “Ya make such a mess outta me...”

You reply, but he doesn’t hear you. His ears are ringing and your taste is so, so sweet...

He needs you. Right now.

Bane stands up. You fall to the floor with a squeak. He doesn’t notice, shucking his duster and peeling his trousers off. He lets out a gasp as his cock springs free. It’s harder than he’s ever seen it, his ridges plumper, his color greener.

He grabs you by the arms and hauls you upright. He pulls away the last of the fabric clinging to you and pushes your back against the glass of the cockpit windscreen.

He’s on you in a second, pinning you between his arms as he dives for your neck. You grab his breathing tubes and try to push him away, getting in a solid shove that knocks his hat off. But he’s lusting for blood and overpowers you easily.

“People are gonna see--”

You cut yourself off with a moan as he sinks his teeth into your pulse. Warm blood leaks into his mouth as his cock leaks against your belly. He groans into your neck. “Good. Let everyone know yer off-limits.”

He barely notices your gasp. He pulls away and spins you around so that your front is against the window. With his foot, he spreads your legs wide. One arm around your waist to part your folds and one arm braced against the window, he shoves his aching cock inside you.

For a brief moment, he swears he dies and goes to Paradise. You’re so tight and warm and wet and young and fertile and ready...

He buries his face in your hair as he thrusts. Low, hoarse, wheezing sounds escape him. He can’t think, can’t form a coherent thought. All that’s left for him to do is thrust and thrust and thrust until his legs give out and he’s put his baby in you.

Oh, you’re going to be so pretty. So soft. Glowing. When your belly’s all swelled up, he’ll drape you in silver and silk and show you off to everyone. Let the galaxy know that you’re his and his alone.

“Ya gonna--” His ridges catch on the edges of your entrance and his vision goes black for a moment. “Ya gonna give me what I want?”

Your moans echo in the tiny space. “Only if--” Your insides clamp around him. “--you give me--” Maker, it’s like fucking a vice. “--what I want!”

He likes it when you play along. “Can’t promise ya a li’l girl t’ play dress-up wit’, fullua. Don’t work like dat.”

Your giggle turns to a moan. “Not that.”

“Didn’t take ya fer de type dat’d want a boy.” He grabs your hips and pulls you down as he thrusts up. “Ain’t complainin’.”

“I’d be happy with either-- uhf!” He hits something soft and spongy, and you briefly spasm in his arms. “I want--something--from you!”

“An’ what’s dat?”

“Tell me you love me,” you say breathlessly.

A big red WARNING klaxon goes off in his mind, but his high brain functions are too pussy drunk to notice. He’s running on instinct now. “I love ya.”

You gasp and hiccup as he thrusts. “Again.”

“I love ya!” he growls.

“Bis!” you hiss. He has no idea what that means, but he gets the idea.

He presses his entire body weight against you, keeping you still against the glass as he fucks up into you. He puts his mouth against your ear and growls, long and low. “Yer a li’l whore an’ a cockslut an’ a minx an’ I love ya.”

Amazingly, you come undone. And it’s enough to tip him over the edge as well.

Finally, finally, finally, he climaxes. Fireworks go off in front of his eyes. Paints your insides a beautiful shade of blue as your pussy pulses, like you’re pulling every last bit of seed from him.

And just as he finishes, his legs give out. He drags you with him, and you both land in a tangled heap on the floor. He clutches you tightly, like a drowning man holding a life preserver.

Sleep laps at the edges of his mind. He’d love nothing more than to close his eyes and drift off right here...

You let out a groan, rousing him. You’re even more of a mess than he is. Mussed hair, smeared make-up, tattered clothes, covered in bite marks. You shudder and curl into a ball, hiding your eyes against your knees.

Cad Bane is not a man that feels remorse, but he definitely feels pity.

Heaving a sigh, he hauls himself to his feet. Carefully, he scoops you into his arms. You’re not heavy, and he carries you to his cabin without incident.

He slips you beneath the blankets and you burrow into them. He can’t help but smile a bit. He may have made a big mistake, but at least you’re cute.

And with any luck, you won’t remember a damn thing.

===

You wake up surrounded by soft weight and a familiar smell. No warmth, though, which concerns you. You open your eyes and are briefly surprised by unfamiliar surroundings. Where are you? What happened?

Ah, but then you remember. Mostly. Things get pretty fuzzy towards the end. After such a thorough pounding, he must have put you to bed. Awful nice of him. Suspiciously nice. You suppose it’s his way of apologizing.

You squint at the posters he has on the bunk wall. Pinups, mostly, some of them signed. No Duros ladies to be seen, though. Odd.

Speaking of missing things, a change of clothes is conspicuously absent... But it’s his cabin. He’s bigger than you. He’s gotta have something that you can wear.

So you start snooping. Opening drawers, compartments, whatever has a hinge or a handle. Looking for something, anything that could tell you more about the enigma that is Cad Bane.

To your disappointment, you don’t find much. Gun oil. Loose credits. About three different leather care kits. Bits and bobs. But you do find his shirts. All good quality and soft.

You have to roll up the sleeves, but it fits well enough. Covers all your bits. Not that you need to hide them, but you’d rather not send him into a frenzy again.

Stifling a yawn, you head into the hallway and down the ladder. The hatch at the bottom is open, and you can see into the Rashoon Breeze. The smell of freshly-brewed caf hits your nose and sets your nerves abuzz. You normally don’t do this, but...

Hooking your legs around the side, you slide down the ladder.

...and crash into Bane on the way down. Sort of. You just manage to clip his shoulder enough to knock him over.

You land on your ass and pain shoots up your spine, making you see black for a brief second. You fight a whimper by biting your lip, but it escapes anyway.

When your vision returns, Bane is standing over you, brow cocked. He’s only wearing a loose pair of slacks, showing off his scarred, toned chest. It’s quite the sight. “Y’alright, girl?”

You blink at him, pain momentarily forgotten. “Just ginchy,” you reply. You clamber to your feet and dust yourself off. You’re suddenly very self-conscious, and you try and pull the hem of your stolen shirt down to hide your pussy.

He watches you, the corner of his mouth curling up, then shakes his head. He continues on his way to the galley, and you trot behind him.

“Kitchen was like dis when I found it, but Todo’s cleanin’ it up,” he says.

You peer around him, and your jaw drops. Everything is everywhere. Pots and pans on the floor, foodstuffs spilled all over... and one little droid in the middle of it all, puttering back and forth with a broom.

You smile spitefully. “Reap what you sow, you little jerk,” you hiss.

Todo huffs at you -- you didn’t think droids could huff -- and returns to his work. Bane raises his brow again, but you just shake your head. He doesn’t push it.

He sits in the booth while you go for the caf, pouring yourself a cup into a clean mug. You take a long pull, and the bitterness gives you just the slap in the face you need.

You slide in across from him, wincing as you sit. If you weren’t looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed, but his gaze softens slightly as he sips from his own mug.

You sit in companionable silence for a short while. He’s awfully invested in the contents of his cup, swirling it around after every sip. His cheekbones are so sharp, you notice. You try to read his face, try to see what he’s thinking, but it’s like cracking a combination lock with no numbers. Difficult, but not impossible.

“So...” you begin.

He flinches slightly, but quickly covers it. “So.”

“I think I know what made you go nuts back there.”

The tension seeps out of his shoulders. He waves his hand. Go on.

You inhale. “My estrus is due to start in a few days. My pheromones probably triggered your fertile period.”

His brows raise. “Dat somethin’ I should be worried about?”

“I’ve got an implant. Should be all set.”

Another brief silence. You watch his face again. His jaw clenches and unclenches, his gaze cast downward.

What's one more bout of risky behavior today. “Trying to apologize?” you ask.

He looks at you. Hard. Like he’s about to get angry. But as soon as it flares up, it fades and he looks away. He nods.

“For biting me?” Another nod. “And accusing me of poisoning you?” A third nod. “And making your droid go through my stuff?”

He furrows his brows at that. But just as he’s about to speak, Todo flies up into his face. “I’m still not convinced she didn’t drug you!” he says indignantly.

The anger comes out. “Can it!” he barks. “So yer de one dat messed up her kitchen?”

“He ruined my spice cabinet,” you say. “I had some expensive stuff in there.”

He gives Todo a withering look. “Keep cleanin’, ya bucket o’ bolts,” he growls. “An’ apologize t’ de lady.”

Todo huffs again. “My apologies,” he says, voice dripping with venom. He whirls around and returns to tidying up.

Bane just shakes his head. “Really oughta wipe his memory soon. He’s gettin’ t’ have a li’l bit too much character.”

You hum in agreement. You consider your caf for a moment, then look him in the eyes. “Thank you.”

He scoffs. “Fer what?”

“For apologizing.”

He heaves a sigh. He drains the last of his mug, and you watch his throat bob as he swallows. “So’re we...” His lips twitch, like he’s about to regret what he’s about to say. “We... ginchy?”

You let out a little giggle and beam at him. “The ginchiest.”

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My Heart Is Yours [1/?]

Fandom: The Hobbit (Book-based) Pairing: Thranduil x Fem!Reader Rating: T Summary: “My love,” you said as Thranduil came in earshot. “I am so glad you are home.” Words: 500 Notes: A series of short stories (100 to 500 words) centered around Tolkien Characters x Reader. All sorts of verses. Warnings and/or notes will be the note in the chapter. Note2: My Thranduil's more in line with book Thranduil, but I do love Lee's look as Thranduil.

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You watched as the army that had left the caves came back, your husband, Thranduil at is head.

Relief washed over you, even if Thranduil was an accomplished warrior, you couldn’t help but to worry about him. You waited for him to dismount and make his way to you. You felt something squeeze your heart when you saw the look on Thranduil’s eyes, their usual spark wasn’t there, and you knew that he had lost elves in whatever it had happened.

“My love,” you said as Thranduil came in earshot. “I am so glad you are home.”

Thranduil took you in his arms and gently kissed you, paying no mind to the rest of the elves who had come outside to welcome the army. He smiled down at you, “I am back, beloved. And have I got a story for you.” He turned to the army, “At easy, we are home. Take your rest.”

You and Thranduil made your way to your shared bedroom, he put his bags down and began to rummage for something, “Close your eyes,” he told you. “I have a surprise for you.”

You closed your eyes and waited, you felt Thranduil’s presence behind you and his arms loosely around you. “Open them,” was whispered on your ear. You gasped, a beautiful necklace of silver and pearls hung in front of you.

“Oh! Thranduil, it’s beautiful!” You exclaimed.

Thranduil chuckled and closed it around your neck, “I am glad you think so, it was a gift given by quite an extraordinary being, a hobbit called Bilbo Baggins.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. He was the one responsible for Thorin’s company’s escape, if you would believe it.”

“No!”

“That is true!” Thranduil laughed and kissed your cheek. “He waited for Galion to fall drunk and that gave him the chance to help Thorin.”

You laughed as you touched the necklace, “How clever!”

“Not only that, he stole the Arkenstone and helped us as much as he could with Thorin. He fought with us, and by that I mean by my side when Sauron’s filth attacked.”

Your face softened and took Thranduil’s hand in yours, “Well then, I hope that Mister Baggins has a blessed life. I cannot imagine Thorin made things easy, and he will have my gratitude for trying to keep you safe.”

Thranduil’s lips curled upwards in a soft smile, “He is a truly wonderful individual, I have named him Elf-friend, and I hope Elbereth always watches over him.” Then he sighed, “I should take a bath, we lost some on the battlefield, and I am of the thought of making a feast in their honor.”

“It would be fitting, I think,” You said. “Come, let me attend to you.”

Thranduil leaned down and kissed your lips, “Very well, thank you beloved. It’s good to come home.”

“It’s good you’re home.”

Together, hand in hand, you both made your way to your private bath. Thranduil will have things to attend, but things could wait a little.

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