#update: she walked in as i was writing this and shes acting completely normal so its unclear if everything still stands

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Flowers | The Series | Chapter Eleven | A Challenge

Summary | Jacaerys day just so happens to continue to get worse and worse and worse.

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon × Fem!Reader

Warnings | jacaerys pov chapter, sort of a filler one sorry but next update will definitely be more interesting.. not proofread!

Word Count | 2.1k

A/n | LONG TIME NO SEE !! sorry for the super late update guys i should be back to normal posting now!! was down with a terrible case of writers block :(

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everyone within the general vicinity of him could tell jacaerys was in a horrible mood. the maids grimaced and quickly bowed before scurrying away as he walked by. his brother and uncle had left him soon after delivering the news, leaving him to settle down himself. jacaerys has an awful temper, he had to leave his room quickly so as to not pick up a vase and smash it against the wall.

He didn't know why he was so annoyed. maybe he was more embarrassed, he had sent you that rose and now here you were in a courtship with another man. he was humiliated, maybe he should write you an apology.

as he continues to contemplate in his mind his stops quickly in his steps as he almost bumps into, “lady cassandra. I am so sorry.”

she has a sickly sweet smile on her face making him feel a little sick, does she think he cannot tell a real look from a fake one? how does she always seem to know where he was? he feels like he has seen more of her in the past couple days than he’s seen anybody else.

“It is not an issue at all, my prince. I am happy to see you.”

‘I am not happy to see you’ but he shall bite his tongue and place a kind looking smile on his face.

“I am glad to see you as well lady cassandra, I apologize but i am needed elsewhere.”

it's not a lie, he does truly need to be somewhere, though if it was anyone else talking to him he would not be so eager to leave.

there was nothing wrong with cassandra… per say. She was persistent? Whenever he started to drift away mentally from the conversation she always tried to drag him back changing the conversation, whenever some other girl would come she would find a way to drag the two of them down a different path. she came on very strong, though she is not the only one who does but for some odd reason he felt he was seeing way too much of her.

“the training yard, yes? may you accompany me there? I wish to cheer you on today.” How does she know that?

“Of course.” She smiles and eagerly grabs his outstretched arm and he grimaces as he continues his walk to the training yard.

Trying his best to pay attention to what she was talking about the two continue walking towards the training yard, once he arrives at the stairs he has to practically pry her hands off him and rushes down the steps to where he had spotted his brother.

“Lucerys!” his brother turns to him and is almost bugged eyed at the eagerness of his brother, “jace?-”

“Let us go now, i shall see you lady cassandra.” he acts oblivious to her obviously annoyed facial expression as she bows, “till later my prince.”

Lucerys makes some sounds of discomfort as jacaerys drags him further into the training yard, “can you get go you're hurting me?” jacaerys finally gets going with a huff and sighs, a weight seemingly dropping off his shoulder. “What is wrong with you? Are you still upset over the courtship?”

jacaerys groans and turns away from him, “definitely not.”

“Oh he definitely is.”

Jace clicks his tongue as aemond joins the two brothers, “I am certainly not. I just happen to not feel well today.”

It's true, he does not feel well. Not after the news of your courtship, though that is completely irrelevant, he just so happened to start feeling sick after hearing the news. it has nothing to do with the news of your courtship certainly not.

“look at your face it most certainly is bothering you a whole lot oh you are so sad and pathetic.”

jacaerys ignores him, fiddling around with his sword, he should just train for the day, maybe hitting a dummy until it breaks while imagining that fools face will make him feel better. For no reason at all. Definitely not because he is upset over you.

Lost in thought his eyes drift towards the peers surrounding the courtyard. The duel happening a couple feet away from him bores him. His eyes lead upwards and he feels a warmth crash over him. A smile greets his face before he is able to stop it. He for a moment felt as though he was imagining things, you had shown up and he couldn't believe it. You bowed and sent him a smile. He swears he's never seen something so beautiful, the smile on his face can't help but grow. He hopes you are as happy to see him as he is to see you.

“Are you even listening to me?” Luke must have been speaking but jace hasn't caught a word of it. It had only made sense to him once he turned around fully and spotted you. He sent you a wave before whispering to Jace, “You really are a love sick fool.”

Jace angrily turns towards his brother an angry look as replaced his once cheerful one, “you shut your mouth.”

Jace decides he’ll go choose a different weapon from the wall as an excuse to walk away from his brother. He ends up stealing one more glance at you. You have an amused look on your face and he finds himself relaxing just a bit.

His mood however quickly falls just as fast as it has risen when he noticed ser joffrey had joined the courtyard. Now it had made sense you were at the courtyard to watch him train.

He grows more and more annoyed as he watches the exchange between you to. He eyes Joffrey down, it would not be hard for him to swap places with him, he should be the one making you smile like that. Why does he look so happy?

Not even watching his brother and aemond spare can draw him from his flights. Though that may be because it is well obvious to everyone aemond will win the fight.

“Good day to you my prince.”

As if his day could not get any worse, the last person he wishes to speak to is now standing by his side.

He clenches his jaw and tilts his head for a moment before answering him.

“Good day to you to ser joffrey.”

He turns to face him and somehow grows even more annoyed by the smile joffrey has on his face.

“What a good fight.”

Jace turns back to look at the fight for a moment and fights the urge to roll his eyes as he watches aemond play with lucerys like a dog.

“Yes, certainly.”

The two stand still for a moment before Joffrey continues to speak.

“You seem to have a good eye, my prince.”

“Whatever do you mean.”

Joffrey laughs, “well not only in fights my prince but in women.”

Jacerys finds himself frozen for a moment, “whatever are you implying ser?”

Joffrey laughs once more and the smile on his face seems way too sweet to be anything real.

“You must take me for a fool, my prince if you believe I do not notice. If you believe anyone in the red keep does not notice.”

Jacaerys grows angry, though he knows exactly what joffrey means he finds himself rather annoyed at his words.

“I have not the faintest idea of what you are implying ser.”

Joffrey's smile only grows as he shakes his head, “if you wish to continue to live in denial then so be it but i'd like to make a proposition with you my prince.”

“What could you want?” jacaerys says before he can catch himself and Joffrey continues to laugh. “Ah so i've truly angered you my prince your mask seems to be slipping my apologies.”

“Spit it out.” jacaerys cannot believe himself right now he has never shown such disrespect to anybody. He is beginning to feel a little like Aegon and he does not rather like that.

“I wish you to stop in your affections for miss dunn.”

Jacaerys stiffens and he finds an unexplainable pit growing in his stomach. Not even the fight ending between luce and aemond can distract him enough. Did his eye just twitch? He finds his next words harder to say, as if there is a hand inside his mouth gripping his tongue to make him not speak.

“I, um, I do not hold any affection for Miss dunn. That is um, an unexpected accusation.”

“You are a terrible liar.”

He finds himself at a loss for words as Joffrey points his sword at Jace, catching the attention of everyone in the courtyard. He can hear some gasps and some chatter but the only thing he can focus on is joffrey. “Let us duel.”

Jacaerys is at a loss for words. Why does he so suddenly want to duel? Before he can even think his hand finds his sword and he catches himself agreeing. He must be blind with rage and for what. There's no way he should be losing his cool over you. Certainly not. Definitely not.

He feels as though all Joffrey is trying to do is make a mockery of him, especially as he watches Joffrey turn to you and bow. He clenches his jaw growing more irritated.

He does not even steal a glance at you, he finds himself unable to.

He had lost. And jacaerys swears he had never felt so humiliated in his life. The crowd around him cheers yet all he can do is drag himself to where his brother is standing who attempts to comfort him yet the words fall on deaf ears. You had seen him lose. You must think terribly of him now. You must be so wowed by Joffrey that you would say yes if he asked to marry you right then and there. He was going to be sick.

“Everyone loses fights brother it is alright.”

“I am humiliated.”

“You are the crowned prince, nobody is going to make fun of you.”

The two do not exchange any more words. Jacaery is confused by the smile that suddenly appears on his face, before he gets the chance luce is already moving to leave.

“My lady.”

A moment passes before he is greeted with the sweet melody of your voice, “my prince.”

Still humiliated from today's loss he believes it may be better for him to run away. Though a part of him tells him that will only be more embarrassing.

He turns to face you, ““My lady… I um. i uh hope you are well today.” and of course he stumbles and stammers his words this day just continued to get worse.

“I am well today, your grace. The duel was brilliant… I think.” he finds your weak attempt at comforting him only stabbing the knife he feels he has in his chest deeper. “I wish I could say I agree with my lady.”

He cannot even lift his head to look at you. Maybe Joffrey had been correct. He should stop with whatever foolish comfort he sought from you and leave you to fall in love with joffrey. Now he is really going to be sick. He must leave, for the first time in a long time he feels like he should curl up into a ball and cry.

“I must go, I hope to see you-”

He is frozen once he feels the grasp of your hand around his wrist. The only thing now on his mind is how warm your hand feels. “My lady…”

His mind is racing as he realizes you had done it out of instinct, you did not want him to walk away then and a sudden wave of hope crashes into him like a wave hits the shore.

“You fought well today, my prince, I hope to see you duel once more.”

Those are certainly not the words he had hoped to hear from you then but none of that mattered when he felt you grip him tighter before you had let you. A part of him watched to reach his hand out and grab your hand but he had used any remaining self control he had to stop himself. A smile dawns on his face, a real smile for the first time that day.

“It is no issue my lady, I am glad. You shall see more of me, I promise. good day my lady.”

He makes this vow not only to you but to himself. It suddenly did not matter to him you were in a courtship already.

“Good day my prince, I hope you keep to your word.” he can barely believe it, the smile dawning his face only grows as he quickly turns in the hopes you will not notice the flush that finds its way to his face. You now made it clear you also wished to see him more and who was he to deny you.

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Congrats on the follower milestone Trin!! :D

For a fic request, maybe some slightly angsty zelink? I don’t care which flavor, or if it’s lu or not, but I love the way you write them so much <3

-Sky Floor

Tysm Peggy!! <3

I cooked up some Hyrule Warriors Zelink cause I can never resist writing them (plus your update of Castletown Wedding gave me all the feels about them). I hope you enjoy!

CW for mild descriptions of injury

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Another traitor attack.

The news sets Zelda’s blood boiling. It isn’t an unusual occurrence, at least not lately, but it is an infuriating one nonetheless. To think that the people of Hyrule — her people — would turn on their captain in such a way is incomprehensible to her.

He is the man protecting you, she inwardly berates them as she walks across the camp. It takes every royal bone in her body not to storm toward the medical tent. He is the man ensuring your kingdom does not fall into ruin beneath the hands of a maniac. Use your strength to attack her, to defeat her. Not to tear him apart.

But the traitors are not before her. They do not hear. They are undoubtedly miles away by now, running from the soldiers she had sent after them.

She breathes in a deep, steadying breath. The troops she had spared for that task are loyal and strong. She can only hope that that is enough to bring about some small justice. Perhaps, if the traitors are brought to pay for their crimes, others will be less hasty toward such acts of violence going forward.

But that is a thought for the future. Right now, at this moment, the captain is her priority.

The medical tent is before her. She pushes aside the flap.

The medics stand at attention as soon as she enters, dipping into low bows and straightening stiffly. She waves them aside.

“Give us a moment, if you please.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

Dutifully, they slip from the tent and Zelda turns her attention to searching for the person she came to see.

Her eyes find him easily even in the soothingly dim lighting. He lies on a bed mat in the center of the large tent, shirtless, bandages criss-crossing his torso. His face is pale, and he is holding what appears to be a small bag of ice to his swollen eye. But when he sees her he grins.

“Hi there, princess.”

“Hello, captain.”

She kneels beside the mat, pointedly ignoring the pain in her chest at the sight of him. His state is even worse up close. Her captain should not look like this — as though rising alone will be too much. Even his eyes, normally so vibrant and bright, are glossy with pain and exhaustion.

“Please tell me you didn’t spare a moment from your busy schedule to check on me,” he murmurs and though he is still smiling, she knows that the statement is a serious one.

“Why should I not? You are the captain of the army and you are injured. That is an important matter to be sure.”

“An important matter, huh?” He shifts, then groans. “Don’t worry over me, Your Highness. I’m alright. Just wasn’t expecting to get jumped while walking through Castle Town in broad daylight.”

Zelda is certain that her blood has begun to boil again.

“We are alone,” she says, moving to rearrange the blankets more comfortably over him. “You can lay aside formalities. To you, I am just Zelda.”

Gently, she moves his hand away from the ice and removes it, inspecting the swollen skin beneath. His eye is completely shut. The wound is no doubt painful. Just like all of the others.

Her fingers brush his cheek as she removes her hand. His breath hitches audibly.

“And to you, ” he murmurs, eye never leaving hers, “I am just Link.”

The slightest smile lifts her lips. “Well, Link, I believe you should know that we will be apprehending the traitors soon. I sent my best men after them.”

Instantly, Link’s expression closes off.

“You didn’t have to do that, Zelda. We need all of our men to give us a fighting chance against Cia.”

“Our men need their leader to give them a fighting chance,” she retorts. “And those who tried to take your life almost deprived them of that.”

She pauses, head bowed.

“And nearly deprived me of a friend.”

Link blinks. He opens his mouth to speak, but Zelda plows on.

“I will not lose you, Link.” She raises her head, fire in her eyes. “This great evil that we fight seeks to tear us all apart. It will succeed if we allow it. So, we must protect one another, no matter the cost. Otherwise, we will never win this war. And — ” She leans forward. “— I refuse to emerge victorious at the cost of your life or your freedom and happiness.”

Link is quiet for a long moment, gazing at her with emotions surging and waning across his ashen face. Then, slowly, he reaches out. Trembling fingers entwine in hers. She clasps her hands around them.

“I can’t lose you either,” he whispers and she swears there are the beginnings of tears amidst that crystal blue. “I won’t.”

He swallows, a slight grin making its way onto his lips. “I’m gonna win this war for you, Zel, I promise. I won’t let Cia destroy our home, or anyone else’s.”

“I know.” She squeezes his hand. “I know, Link. I only ask that you do not destroy yourself while doing so.”

“I’ll do my best.” He smirks. “You and Mask would team up and murder me again me if I got myself killed.”

“Indeed, we would.”

As we should.

“You should sleep now,” she says, gently. “You need your rest.”

As if in response to her words, he yawns. Zelda chuckles.

“I can see that you are as exhausted as I suspected. I will leave you in peace.”

She starts to rise, but his grip on her hand suddenly tightens. A pleading look makes its way onto his face. It is almost out of place upon a visage usually occupied by steadfast determination and infallible confidence. But even her captain is a human. Zelda knows that better than most. And no matter how he tries to hide it, this newest glimpse into his people’s sentiments about him has shaken him.

“Could you…can you please…” His cheeks flush and abruptly, he lets go. Just like that, his face is a mask, once more. “I apologize, princess. Thank you for coming to see me.”

Zelda remains motionless for a few short moments, weighing her options. Then, she makes her decision.

“On second thought, given your injuries, I believe it would be best if I stayed a little while longer.” She settles back down by his side, a small smile on his face. “At least until Mask and Toon arrive.”

It is muted, but she swears something bright enters Link’s gaze before he looks away. A flush is still on his cheeks, an almost embarrassed smile on his face.

“Are you certain? You don’t have to. Truly, I’ll be alright.”

“One can never be too cautious, captain.” Zelda’s smile widens. “After all, did I not just say that we must protect one another?”

Link grins. “Indeed, you did.” He sighs and lets his eyes slip closed. “And you’re right. That’s the only way we’re gonna make it through this.”

“Yes,” Zelda murmurs as his breathing levels out, expression going slack. He looks so vulnerable this way. So human. So much more than merely a hero.

Cia would never understand the complexity of the person she seeks to claim.

He shifts and his bangs drift into his face. Ever so gently, she brushes them aside.

It is true. The only way we will succeed is by staying together.

Link turns into her touch and she smiles, something warm spreading in her chest.

And perhaps, that will not be so hard.

#sky floor my beloved #loz #hyrule warriors #zelink #trin writes #follower milestone celebration

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Aftercare (Part 2 of A Means To A Peaceful Holiday)

A/N: this took me forever to write. At the moment I’m just working on drabbles and then part 2s of some of my fics so sorry for longer updates but I hope you enjoy this one. It’s definitely more Aemond focused then I’ll do an Aegon focused one. I changed Aemond’s injury slightly to make it fit more to a modern AU. Warnings: Dub con. Mentions of Non con. (The reader takes enjoyment in it.) Incest. Degradation. oral (f receiving). P in v sex. Praising. Over stimulation. Mention of somnophilia. 18+ MDNI Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon! (Strong) Reader x Aemond Targaryen Word count: 4k

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Aemond knew he'd wake up with morning wood. How could someone not being pressed up against you, their cock snug between the cheeks of your ass. It was completely impossible.

Last night had over exhausted you, Aemond and Aegon still taking you even when you were passed out. There was no way Aemond could dignify waking you up this early, not after the rounds you had managed to handle last night.

He wondered what would happen today, with your neck and chest painted in purple patches and your ass bruised with his hand marks. Aemond normally thought these things through better, he never acted so carelessly. Would you be angry about what had happened?

Whatever it was, Aemond would have to come up with some excuse for the bruises on your body.

It was no surprise that Aemond wasn't the first one up, his mother sitting at the counter drinking a tea. Alicent's face lit up as Aemond walked through the patio doors, already ready to make conversation.

"Morning," he greeted, pressing a gentle peck to her cheek.

"Good morning," Alicent gleamed, placing her arm around him. Her fingers reached up to her ear, fiddling with the lobe slightly and Aemond could sense what was coming. "Did you happen to talk to Y/N last night?"

Aemond felt his throat constrict slightly but his demeanour stayed the same. "No, I haven't had the chance." Here was his chance. "But you know I saw her this morning." Alicent perked up at this. "She didn't look okay, like...she was sick."

"Who's sick?" A voice chimed in, his half-sister strolling through the door.

Perfect. "Y/N didn't seem herself this morning," Aemond told Rhaneyera. "Seemed a bit off."

"Maybe I should check on her." Rhaneyera made moves towards the door.

"I can do it." Aemond shrugged his shoulders, eyes glistening with mischief as he stopped his sister. "I need to go back anyway, get Aegon up for breakfast."

The idea of Aemond checking up on you made both Alicent and Rhaneyera beam with joy. After they had pushed the idea for you guys to get along all vacation, they were so pleased to see that it may be happening. If they only knew.

Aemond could hear his brothers pants and your moans from the moment he stepped into the stable conversion. Of course, Aegon would be up this early to bury his cock inside his niece.

When he stepped in, his pants felt tight at the sight of you. Aegon on top of you as he pounded into you relentlessly, your legs wrapped around his back to hold him close. Your eyes half lidded and glassy as they stared back up at Aegon, clinging on to his forearms for dear life. Aegon's lips brushed against yours as he stared at you intensely, sometimes stealing short kisses that you would try to deepen.

You were a complete wreck, needy and desperate underneath him. Trying to seek release as your cunt clenched around him. The whole thing was a mix of pleasure and pain as Aegon filled you, pulling one of your legs around his shoulder to push in deeper.

"Aegon," Aemond scolded, walking to your desk. From this angle he could get the perfect view of your pretty face. "You have no restraints. Surely after fucking her all night you'd let her have some rest."

Aegon's head turned to look at his brother, a wide grin on his face. "How could I resist the temptation of sinking into this pussy first thing in the morning?"

Aemond shook his head. "You need to hurry up so you can go to breakfast. I told mum and Rhaneyera that Y/N didn't look to well, I'll go back and tell them she has a temperature."

"Why?"

"Because clearly she can't go out covered in our marks like that also she needs to rest." Aemond frowned at his brother, sometimes he could be so thick.

"I would of quite enjoyed the sight of that," Aegon hummed.

"Aegon, look at me. Please," you whined underneath him, needing his full attention before you let go. "Please."

"I'm here. I'm here." Aegon rested his head against yours, giving you the intensity you desired. "Gods, you're going to cum aren't you?"

"Yes," you breathed against his lips.

You pussy squeezed him, sobbing at the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain. You were so over stimulated and brutally used, that the orgasm felt unbearable as it took over you. Aegon soon came on top of you, collapsing his head down onto yours as he filled you.

"I feel like I could make you cum again," Aegon whispered, hand reaching down between you with his cock still deep in your cunt.

"Aegon, no," Aemond shouted, throwing a towel at Aegon's body. "Leave her be she's had enough."

Aegon groaned, pulling out from you as he lifted himself off the bed. A whimper left your lips as you felt the cum leak out of you. Aegon chuckled at your reaction, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your head.

"I will be back later," Aegon whispered, sliding the hair out of your face with his hand before he walked out the room.

You turned your heavy body, eyes fighting to stay open as you looked over at Aemond. "You told my mother what?"

"That you looked sick. I'm going to go get you some breakfast in a moment, say you have a fever or something." Aemond walked over to you, tight lipped expression but his eyes dilated. You struggled to read the emotions on his face. "You'll be able to rest then and it would probably be best to avoid everyone while the marks on your body healed. But that is up to you."

"What do you mean?" Your eyes opened more, eyebrows furrowing as you gazed up at him.

"Me nor Aegon will force you to stay confided in your room. If you wish to tell everyone-"

"I hardly wish I want to tell anyone," you snapped, crossing your arms over your body. Suddenly under his stare you felt more naked as if he was looking at you differently than he had a few hours before. "I think you do not wish for that either. Our family would be outraged if they found out."

"I only meant that if you were to blame me and Aegon, I would not argue against it," Aemond stated, sitting next to you on the bed.

"I don't think I will," you told him, lips turning up into a smile. "If." You gave him a pointed look. "And only if you stay with me today."

His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb grazing the skin of your cheek. "Needy for attention." 

You nodded, closing your eyes as you relaxed into his touch.

"Sure." Aemond pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Rest now, I'll be back in a few minutes."

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Aemond didn't lie, he was quick on his return with a tray of pastries and fruit. However, you were already passed out on top of the bed and he was glad that the food was covered. Hopefully, you could eat something later in the day.

He pulled the covers over you, slipping in beside you as he wrapped his arms around you.You both slept for a while, your back pressed against his chest as he held onto you tightly. You believed you could sense his presence even as you slept and it made you feel more comfortable.

It was mid afternoon when you woke, your eyes fluttered open still tired but the pang of hunger in your stomach kept you up.

You shifted, looking around the room as you did. The movement of your body woke Aemond, humming as he nestled his head into your neck.

"Aemond," you whispered.

"Sweet girl." Aemond unwrapped his arms from you, allowing you to turn to face him.

"I need to eat something." That you did but all you really wanted was to stay content in his arms.

"I brought you some things earlier," Aemond said, looking around the room. He lifted himself off the bed, taking the tray from the side. He put it on the bed next to you.

"Thank you." Your hand picked at some of the fruit before bringing a strawberry to your lips.

Aemond wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, bringing his face to yours. "How are you feeling?"

Your hand rubbed his arm, holding him there. "I'm just tired." You brought your lips towards his as you kissed him.

The kiss deepened, your hands reaching for him as you forgot about the food. But Aemond stopped you, pulling away.

"You really need to eat and then rest some more," Aemond said, hands trailing over your marked skin. "I'll pour you a bath."

"You will?" You seemed surprised for a moment but happy none the less.

"Of course."

You turned to the mirror, still completely naked as you noticed all the marks that covered your body.

Brown on your hips from Aemond's harsh grip. Purple on your chest from Aegon's endless sucking. Pink on your ass from Aemond's harsh slaps.

Physically you ached everywhere but as you remembered the events of the previous night you couldn't deny the wetness pooled between your thighs.

You strolled into the bathroom, a small smile on your lips at the sight. Aemond had taken the liberty of pouring you a bubble bath, even putting your bath salts in it too.

Even with the scent of vanilla in the air and the steam that filled the room, you still felt particularly on edge. Your eyes drifted to Aemond as he kneeled by the bath tub, thinking of what to say.

Barely a day ago you hated each other, throwing sly comments back and forth to rile the other one up. But here you were covered in his and his brother's marks, your Uncles’ marks. You couldn't think of what to say and you didn't really want to say anything.

"It's ready," Aemond said, breaking you away from your thoughts. He stood up, moving away from the bathtub as he gave you a half hearted smile.

You stepped in, taking a moment to adjust to the temperature before you sunk into the bath.

"Is it okay?" Aemond asked, eyes filled with genuine concern. How could he not be worried, noticing the state of your body. He hasn't realised how far they had taken things last night and he wondered if it was painful for you.

You nodded, sinking into the water a bit more as you sighed. "It's nice."

Aemond gave you a curt nod, turning to leave the room.

"Aemond." You stopped him, not truly thinking of anything but the fact you wanted him to stay. "Will you join me?"

"Of course." Aemond shut the door, slipping his clothes off one by one and then finally joining you.

You allowed him some room behind you, keeping a slight gap even when he fully sunk in.

"Let me wash your hair." His hands gathered your hair, placing some shampoo in it before he lathered it up. You sighed, feeling much more at ease as his fingers scratched at your scalp and washed your hair. Then he lathered the conditioner in it, combing it through with his fingers before washing that out too. He pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder, before he wrapped an arm around you to pull your back against his chest. "Feeling better?"

"Yes," you breathed out, closing your eyes at his touch.

His fingers glided over your skin, trailing over the bruises as he hummed to himself. Everything about this felt right, even though it was so wrong. Your bodies seem to mould together naturally, not even being bothered by each other's touch.

"This is strange, is it not?" You asked, fingers grazing over his arm. "Like we should talk about it."

"What is there to talk about?" His hand found yours, trailing soft circles into your palm.

"Everything." You didn't say anything for a moment, waiting for a response but not getting anything. "Like should I apologise or."

Aemond snickered at this, not quite getting what you meant. "Apologise for what?"

"The arguments. The comments." Your face twisted round to look at him, faces inches apart. Your hand reached up, cupping the side of his face where his scar was, finger trailing over the material of his eyepatch. "Do you want me to apologise?"

"You wouldn't have to apologise." Aemond never felt comfortable with people commenting on his eye. But he remembered the day like it was yesterday and he remembered the way you had acted in that moment. "You didn't do anything. In fact if I remember correctly, you were there for me when not many people were."

He was speaking truth, there was one moment in time when you had been there for Aemond like no one else. Before the tormenting each other had commenced. Those days seemed long behind you and you really thought you'd never adore him in the same way again.

Here you were.

"We were friends once," Aemond reminded you, hand cupping the side of your face. "You were even friends with Aegon."

"That was a time." You giggled at the thought, remembering your teenage years.

"It was."

"Can I take it off?" Your fingers were playing at the edge of his eyepatch, hoping for a glimpse.

He hummed, neither saying yes or no as if he was hesitant.

Your fingers glided along the seams, finding the clasp to take it off. Aemond didn't stop you but you slowly peeled it away, just in case he needed to stop. You placed it beside you on the edge of the tub, leaning back to be able to get a proper look at him.

In that moment you hated yourself for the comments you made, the teasing you had done with your younger brothers.

The eye behind the mask was pale, an icy grey colour that still had a slight indent from the blunt object it had been hit with. You couldn't help yourself as you lips kissed his scar, going across it as he closed his eye. He hummed gently at the softness of your lips, relaxing into your touch.

Aemond's fingers traced the skin of your back, reaching up to the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, lips moving together in blissful harmony. Then Aemond grabbed a handful of your ass cheek, squeezing it to make you gasp so he could sink his tongue into your mouth.

You finally both broke away for breath, foreheads pressed against each other as you looked at one another.

"I can't take back those comments I've made," you told him, eyes blown out with deep desire as you looked at his handsome face. "But I can promise you I never really meant them. In fact I do find you very attractive with the scar." You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to mask your wide smirk. "Especially with the scar."

He peppered feather light kisses against your neck, humming in appreciation. "Really?"

"Really."

A hand held the back of your head as Aemond kissed you once again. The kiss became feverish, lips and tongue clashing together. You couldn't help yourself as you flipped yourself over to straddle his lap, grinding yourself down on him.

"Aemond, please," you moaned into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"What do you want, pretty thing?" He asked in a teasing tone, brushing a piece hair out of your face.

"Take me to bed." Your voice was whiny and full of desperation.

Water dripped in a trail as Aemond carried you out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He placed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you as his lips never left yours for a second. Your legs wrapped around him, trying to get some sort of friction against your cunt. It was throbbing with anticipation and need for him.

"Slow down," Aemond whispered, chuckling to himself slightly as he withdrew from you. "We have time."

"But I need you." Your doe eyes were dialated, Aemond barely able to distinguish the brown from the black as you gazed up at him.

"So fucking desperate for me, aren't you?" His hand traced down your body, over your stomach and between your legs. He parted your legs, finger sliding between your folds making you gasp out. "You'll need to be quiet, niece."

You furrowed your eyes brows at him, confused for a second on why you would need to be silent.

"It's the middle of the day. All of our family will be outside right now. I mean unless you want them to hear you?" Aemond grinned at your expression as you shook your head, pouting at him. "Also I don't really fancy Aegon hearing and wanting to get involved."

"Jealous of your brother," you giggled, brushing your lips against his. "Do you want me all to yourself?"

He moved his fingers again, circling your clit with his thumb. "Or maybe I'm just really enjoying this moment with you."

You bit back a moan closing your eyes, hips rutting up into his hands for more friction. His fingers slid down, gathering some of your wetness and returning back up. His motions became quicker, loving the way you were crumbling underneath him.

When he pushed a finger inside of your entrance, you couldn't hold back the lewd moan that escaped your lips. You slapped a hand around your mouth, muffling the sound of your moans as he started to fuck you with his fingers. He moved further down, tongue sliding down your stomach to the top of your cunt. He kissed along the top, then along your thighs.

"I swear this is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen," Aemond admitted, removing his thumb. He placed a long stripe with his tongue against your folds, slipping it in as he got a taste. "And the tastiest."

"Please don't tease," you pleaded, pouting up at him.

As much as Aemond loved to tease, he could see how badly you needed him, he could feel it as your cunt clenched around his fingers still inside you. He started to lap against your clit, tongue licking and lips sucking on it in different motions that had you instantly moaning. You had to grind your teeth down against each other to stop the noises falling from your lips.

You could hear the squelching sounds as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, not realising how wet you had become for him. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, struggling to keep your thighs open as they started to shake.

You cried out his name into your hand when your orgasm hit you, your walls clenching around his fingers. It was intense, leaving you shaking as he continued to work your over sensitive clit even after your climax.

"Aemond it's too much," you told him, thighs squeezing around his face. 

Aemond wasn't listening, his face was buried inbetween your thighs, tongue feverishly licking at your cunt as he continued to work at you. His fingers worked in a faster pace, curling inside you as they found your soft spot.

Your back arched off the bed and you had to throw a pillow over your face to stop yourself from screaming from the pleasure. You couldn't even focus, mind becoming blank as you moaned into the pillow. You were trying to say something to Aemond, tell him it was too much but your sentences were incoherent and muffled in the pillow.

It was there again, that feeling in your stomach as you tensed. Your orgasm was ripped out from you by Aemond, hitting you in waves as it consumed you. You felt numb all over, thighs becoming limp as you came down from your climax.

Aemond finally removed himself from between your thighs, breathing ragged as he looked down at you. He took the pillow from your face, giving you a soft smile as he saw your dazed expression. He wiped the juices from his mouth, licking them all up as he hummed at the taste.

"That was..." you could barely think clearly, just staring up at him in awe.

"I know." Aemond climbed on top of you with a proud smirk, placing himself between your legs. "I'm not done with you yet."

The tip of his cock glided through your folds, collecting your slick easily. You tensed at the feeling, not knowing if you could take anymore of him right now.

"You'll be fine," Aemond reassured you, placing soft kisses all over your face. He pushed himself in you, easily slipping into your walls as they accepted him.

You both groaned as he started to smash his hips into you, not even taking a moment to go slow. Your lips crashed onto his, your mouths muffling the moans that were escaping both of you.

He was relentless with his pace, needing this just as badly as you. You lifted your hips slightly to match his thrusts, making it more pleasurable for the pair of you.

Aemond flipped you both over, placing you on top as he fucked up into you. You helped him, bouncing on him as you held onto his shoulders. He leaned up, chest pressing against yours as his mouth started to suck on to the skin of your neck.

"Gods, Aemond," you whined out. Your cunt was over worked, feeling twitchy every time Aemond bottomed out in you.

"Fuck you feel so good, Y/N," he growled out, feeling your walls practically trying to milk him for everything he had. "Who knew my niece's pussy would feel this good?"

You gushed at his words, knowing the disturbing nature of your situation shouldn't be as much of a turn on as it was.

"I'm not going to- fuck- last long," he gasped, feeling himself draw close as he bit down on your shoulder.

Your hand wrapped around your mouth once more as you came with him. He spilled his load into your walls as your pussy fluttered around him. You thought you were seeing stars as your eyes closed and the feeling of it all became consuming. You didn't even realise that Aemond was guiding your hips with his hands, helping you to continue to ride out both your highs.

"Well that was amazing to watch," Aegon said, standing in the door way.

You looked over at him, still trying to regain your breath as Aemond buried his face in your neck.

He strode over to you, hand cupping the side of your face as he pulled you away from Aemond slightly. He gave you a soft peck, before letting you go gently.

"Come to join?" You asked, smiling at him.

"Unfortunately, it's getting quite late and Aemond needs to come join me for dinner," Aegon told you, patting his brother on the back to get his attention. "Your brother is going to bring you food just to warn you. You might want to get dressed and put on a bit of an act."

You nodded at him before gently pulling at Aemond's face to look up at you. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, gasping into his mouth as he pushed up in you again.

"I'm not normally one to spoil the fun but we really do have to go, Aemond."

Aemond glared back at his brother before turning to you again. "Maybe we should just let your brother come and see you in this position."

You peeled yourself off of him, laughing but shaking your head. "I really don't think so." You walked around your room, searching your draws for clothes.

Lips pressed into your neck, arms wrapping around your body in a hug. You relaxed into Aegon's touch, turning to cuddle him back.

"Missed me, have you?" You teased him, face pressing against his forehead.

"You wish," Aegon jested back.

"You look tired," you said with worry, noticing the black rings around his eyes.

"Just a little bit." He pressed a soft kiss against your lips, grinning when he moved away from you.

"Aegon," Aemond called, standing by the door way fully dressed.

Aegon gave you one more peck before letting you go, taking steps backwards out of the room. You watched them both nodding at you as they walked out, unable to stop the massive smile that covered your lips.

Gods, what had gotten into you.

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like any unloved thing part five : blood and soft touches

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I am so sorry for the late update ! I meant to write this chapter way earlier than this but I was exhausted and couldn’t find the energy :( but now that it’s the holidays I’ll be able to update more ! Here’s a long chapter to make up for the long wait, I hope you’ll like it ! 

Tangerine stares at her, eyes slowly taking her in, before flicking towards the dead man lying in a pool of blood.

Fawn raises a warning hand towards him. Her fingers are shaking.

“Don’t call the police”, she tells him.

He looks at her hand, and she realizes she is pointing at him with the bloody knife. She lowers it, breathing out shakily.

“Just- just don’t call the police.”

Tangerine doesn’t say anything. That is even worse. He walks closer to her, but doesn’t stop, passing next to her and finally stopping once he was in front of the body. His shoes make a slight splash noise when he steps into the blood.

He doesn’t even bat an eye. He simply pushes his foot against the man’s shoulder, nudging him until the body rolls on its back. Fawn watches, unable to say anything, fearing it would just make everything worse. She watches as the dead man’s face stares back at her, covered in crimson, vague eyes lost in the distance.

“Who is that ?” Tangerine finally asks.

Fawn looks up at him in surprise.

“William something”, she replies, desperately trying to remember. “William… William Hall.”

Tangerine seems satisfied with her answer, nodding, before fishing his phone out of the inside pocket of his suit. Fawn stares at him, bewildered, as he starts typing something in it, before bringing it to his ear.

“Yeah, it’s me. There’s a… bit of a situation. Can you make sure no one goes into the left wing of this place ?” There’s an answer on the other side, but Fawn is too far to make out what the person is saying. “Fuck off, I didn’t do anything. I fuckin’ didn’t, Jesus, get off my back. I’ll explain later.”

He hangs up then, looking annoyed. She stares at him. Through her whirlwind of thoughts, she notices specks of blood on the collar of his shirt. There is no way he got that just now, and there is no way he put this suit on with the stains already there. He’s always pristinely clothed. She thinks, distantly, that the blood wasn’t there when he talked to her in the bathroom.

Fawn is starting to think this is all a dream. Here she is, kneeling in a fucking pool of blood, covered in it from head to toe, and one of her clients is standing next to her, acting completely normal, as if this is nothing more than a regular Tuesday or something. She is going crazy. There’s no other rational explanation.

“Fawn”, Tangerine says, snapping her out of her trance. By his expression, it must have been a few times since he called her name. She stares up at him, wide-eyed. He’s extending a hand towards her. “Fawn, give me the knife.”

She feels her fingers tighten around the handle, despite it being sticky with blood. It’s a weapon of crime. She should get rid of it, she knows it. But it’s her knife, and she doesn’t feel like she can give away her only mean of defense to a man she doesn’t know if she can really trust.

“Give me the knife, Fawn”, he repeats. There’s something behind his eyes, something she’s never seen before. She realizes, with startling clarity, that she has no idea who he really is. He might as well be a stranger to her. “Fawn, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to call the police, but you need to give me the knife.”

“What do you do for a living, Tangerine ?” She asks him. He seems stricken by her question, something in his face twitching.

“I’ll tell you, alright ? I’ll tell you later. But you gotta let me help you with that mess first.”

Her chest is constricting around her lungs. She has no choice but to trust him.

She gives him the knife, dropping it in his extended hand. She feels like someone tore a limb away from her. Her palm is wet with blood.

The knife disappears in a flash inside Tangerine’s suit jacket. He offers her his hand another time, and it takes a second for Fawn to understand he means to help her stand up. She takes it, and he heaves her up, pulling her away from the body and the fucking… crime scene.

“Here”, he says. He’s giving her a white handkerchief out of his breast pocket, and her bag which had fallen on the ground in the scuffle. “Try wiping the blood off your face, alright ?”

She nods, numbly, taking everything he’s giving her. She wants to say that it seems rather useless, seeing as her dress is also covered in blood, and there’s no way she’s going to succeed in wiping the blood off of it, but he seems to know what he’s doing. That isn’t exactly reassuring in itself, but Fawn prefers not to contradict him.

Tangerine turns back towards the body.

“Right”, he says, raking a hand through his hair, which is becoming messier and messier. “Fuck, alright.”

He strides towards the windows, takes hold of the huge, heavy corduroy curtains hanging from the ceiling, and with one sharp, quick pull, he tears them down from the hangers. He doesn’t waste any time, and starts covering the body with them.

In a total of ten minutes, the body is tightly wrapped, and he’s managed to wipe most of the blood off the floor, dragging a carpet to cover the rest of it. He turns back towards Fawn, smoothing his hair back again, and breathes in deeply. He’s loosened up his tie around his throat. He looks a bit… Disheveled.

Fawn is still trying to scrub the blood off her hands. She thinks she’s managed to get most of it off her face and throat.

Tangerine steps in front of her.

“C’mon, give me that”, he tells her, taking the handkerchief from her. She lets him, watching his face intensely as he brushes the fabric against her cheek, under her eye, and then on the side of her throat. She swallows around the lump in her throat. She’s not used to this. The roles are… Inverted now. She was the one who did that for him, took care of him. She doesn’t know what to do with that sudden reversal.

She doesn’t know why she’s suddenly focusing on this, when there’s the fucking body of the man she just killed lying a few feet away from them.

Tangerine’s eyes are very focused on his task. When he’s done, they flick up to hers, and he stills, fingers still pressed against her throat. Even in the dark, Fawn can still see how blue they are.

She feels like she can’t breathe, all of sudden. Everything is too much.

“You’re hurt”, Tangerine finally speaks, voice low. Fawn looks up at him, surprised, and brings a hand to her mouth. Her bottom lip is split, and her head is starting to hurt.

“He… he hit me. I think. I-I don’t really remember.”

Something dangerous passes through his eyes.

“C’mon, we need to move the body”, Tangerine says, turning away. “There’s a cupboard we can put it inside.”

She nods, heart stuttering inside her chest. Tangerine steps away from her, and she feels bereft, as if he just took all the warmth away. Her body is trembling, her bare shoulders covered in goosebumps. She doesn’t know if it’s because she’s cold, or because of the adrenaline of everything coming down.

Tangerine grabs the wrapped body by the shoulders, and she grabs his legs. They shuffle it towards the cupboard Tangerine pointed at, heaving it inside. Tangerine closes the door, and then pulls a sheet out of his suit jacket. Fawn realizes, with surprise, that it’s a sticker sheet, when he peels one off and sticks it on the handle of the cupboard door. She manages to glimpse what looks like a train, before he’s grabbing her arm and pulling her away.

“I need you to stay here, alright ? I’m going to get you a coat, and then we’ll get out of here.”

Fawn nods. She doesn’t feel like she can talk. She’s afraid if she tries, she’ll realize she no longer has a voice.

Tangerine’s eyes search her face for a second. There’s something akin to concern in his expression. Fawn doesn’t know what to say to assure him she’ll be alright.

He pulls from her then, and quickly strides away, disappearing around the corner. Fawn leans back against the wall, and lets herself slide down to the ground, pressing her knees against her chest. She glances at the place where the body and the blood had been. Looking at it now, it seems like nothing happened. Just a regular corridor. Not a crime scene.

“Fuck”, she murmurs, pressing her fingers against her eyelids. She tries to breathe in deeply, desperately trying to remember her breathing exercises back when she did yoga and meditation. What was it that the teacher always said ? Fucking peace inside your mind, or whatever. Inhale during four seconds, hold during seven, and breathe out during eight. She wants to cry, but her eyes are completely dry.

She killed a man.

She’s not sorry about it. She’s not sorry about him. She’s just sorry about her.

After what feels like hours, or maybe only a second, she hears the sound of footsteps echoing against the marble floor, coming closer. She opens her eyes, looking up as Tangerine appears again. He’s holding a heavy fur coat. He helps her to her feet, and helps shrug the coat on her shoulders. The thing is very warm, and long, completely covering her blood-stained dress.

“Where did you find this ?” She asks.

“Nicked it from the lockers”, he replies, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Now, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

She lets him guide her through another set of corridors, a flight of stairs. She doesn’t know where they’re going, but they must have taken another entrance than the main one reserved for the guests, because soon enough they find themselves outside, in a back alley behind the building.

“My car’s this way”, Tangerine tells her, already pulling her

“Wait, wait”, Fawn stops him. He frowns, turning back towards her. “My client, I… What about him ? He must be waiting for me. He’ll think it strange that I didn’t come back, if he talks…”

“Yeah, no, don’t worry about him, love. He won’t be saying shit.”

Fawn stares at him. She doesn’t need to ask. She thinks she already knows.

She gets inside his car, in the passenger seat. He rounds the car and slips behind the wheel. The car is nice, warm. The kind that only people who can really afford it like to buy.

Tangerine starts the car, and soon enough the building disappears away from their sight. Fawn feels like a weight should have been lifted off her shoulders. She doesn’t know if it has.

She spies on Tangerine from the corner of her eyes. He’s focused on the road, hands around the wheel, rings sometimes glinting when they catch the light of the city outside.

He’s a dangerous man. He just helped her hide a body. He may have killed her client, and she doesn’t know if it’s because of her or not. And here she is, in a car with him, without any means to defend herself. She doesn’t even know where they’re going. Fuck.

“You’ve killed people”, she finally says. “It’s… It’s what you do. You kill people.”

Tangerine doesn’t look at her, but something in his jaw ticks.

“Yeah”, he answers.

Fawn looks away, staring out of the window. The city lights blur into each other.

“Do you work for the mob ?” She asks him.

He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m a… An outside contractor, you can say. Me and my brother.”

She looks back at him at that. His brother. It seems so ridiculous that she almost wants to laugh. She understands the code names now.

“How did you find me ?”

He frowns, glancing briefly at her. “What do you mean ?”

“In the… The corridor”, the murder, she almost wants to say, but she doesn’t. “How did you find me ?”

He seems embarrassed then. “I was… Right, I was looking for you, alright ? I wanted to apologize. Again.”

He rubs at his neck. Fawn stares at him.

“You’re truly shit at apologies, though, I hope you know that.”

He glares at her.

“Yeah, well, you’re fucking shite at accepting them.”

“You called me a bitch.”

He looks exasperated.

“I’m sorry, alright ? I don’t usually do… Fucking apologies. I didn’t mean to call you that.”

Fawn nods.

“Hey, you alright ?” Tangerine asks, sounding worried.

She presses her fists into her eyelids.

“I don’t know”, she murmurs. “I feel like I should be more… I feel like I’m okay, but that I shouldn’t. I… I’m not sorry I killed him. He was a fucking asshole. I’m glad he’s dead. It’s just… I don’t know.”

“Yeah, don’t feel bad about this piece of shit”, Tangerine says. His voice is low, dangerous, his fingers tightening around the wheel. He’s looking straight ahead. “The way I see it, you made the world a favor by getting rid of him. You even made him a favor. If you hadn’t killed him, I probably would’ve, and it wouldn’t have been as quick as a knife in the throat.”

Fawn swallows around the sudden lump in her throat.

“Where did the knife come from ?” Tangerine asks her, after a moment of silence.

“It’s mine. I always have it with me.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Always ?”

“Yeah. Can I get it back ?”

Tangerine tsks.

“Don’t think keeping the murder weapon with you would be the smart move, love.” He glances at her again. “I’ll get you a new one, yeah ? Part of the… apology. Or whatever.”

Fawn snorts, in spite of herself. She slumps a bit further into the leather seat, wrapping the fur coat around her shoulders tightly. Everything is… Coming down, all of sudden. Her shoulders ache with the stress and fear of holding herself, and the headache is pulsing hot, white pain at the back of her eyes. She wants nothing more than a hot, long shower, and to fall asleep in a soft bed.

“Where are we going ?” She asks him, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against the car window, relishing in the way the cold touch cools her head.

“I have a place”, he replies. “It’ll be safer if you stay low for now. I’ll drive you back home tomorrow.”

Silence falls back again between them, and it isn’t long before Tangerine finally slows down, parking the car in a very quiet and nice neighborhood. Nicer than anything Fawn could ever afford.

She follows Tangerine out of the car and into one of the buildings. The interior is nice, with a huge mirror in the entrance hall. Fawn can finally spy a look at her reflection, and Jesus, she looks terrible. There’s a bruise on her forehead and beneath her eye. Her lip has been split open, her hair is in complete disarray. At least the coat hides the sorry state of her dress. Next to her, Tangerine looks like some fucking angel. His suit is a bit wrinkled, and his hair has broken away from the way he slicks them back, but at least he isn’t covered in blood.

They ride the elevator up to the last floor, and then he’s opening the door for her. She steps inside, cautious, looks around herself. The place is huge, with high windows overlooking the city. When Tangerine flicks the lights on behind her, she notices potted plants on one of the small piece of furniture at the entrance. She brushes a finger against a leaf. It’s just plastic.

“Yeah, my brother, he insists on having plants around”, Tangerine tells her. “Says it’s good for the air and the oxygen or some shit like that.”

“It’s fake, though”, Fawn points out. “It doesn’t produce any oxygen. It’s just plastic.”

Tangerine sighs. “Yeah, don’t ask me. He tried with real plants, but they kept dying because we never had time to take care of them, so.”

It’s so fucking ridiculous that Fawn almost laughs out loud. She bites her lips to suppress the laughter. She thinks she would sound hysteric. She doesn’t know if she’ll actually laugh or if she’ll just start crying.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around”, Tangerine says, pulling her gently by the shoulder. “This is my room. This is my brother’s – don’t go in there, by the way. And this is the guest room. There’s a shower in it if you want.” He strides towards the wardrobe, and pulls out a tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, before handing them to her. “Might be too big for you, but it’s the only clothes I got.”

“Thanks”, Fawn murmurs, holding the clothes to her chest.

He seems to hesitate for a moment.

“Right, I’ll leave you to it”, he finally says. “I’ll patch you up after you’re done, alright ?”

He leaves the room after that, not waiting for an answer. Fawn stays standing in the middle of the room, unsure.

The bathroom is even more impressive than the rest of the apartment. Well, fuck. Being a… an assassin. Outside contractor, whatever Tangerine said he was, seems to pay a fucking lot.

She strips down, letting the stained dress fall to the floor, and steps inside the shower. The water pressure is heavenly against her skin. She puts the temperature as high as she can bear, the warmth melting away the fear.

When she glances down, the water around her feet has turned red. She stays in the shower until the water becomes clear again. Then, she scrubs herself with soap until she’s sure she’s managed to wipe away any remaining blood off her skin.

The glass is covered in fog. She traces little smiley faces through it with her finger.

There’s something raw inside her chest. She feels like someone peeled her open and left her gaping, completely on display. Vulnerable.

She turns the water off, steps outside the shower, and wraps herself in the softest towel she can find. It reminds her, for a second, of the moments she spent inside the hotel after Tangerine left, taking advantage of the bathtub and the fluffy bathrobes.

The clothes Tangerine gave her fit, but only barely. The legs of the sweatpants pool around her ankles, and the tee shirt falls down mid-thighs, but both are soft against her skin. She manages to fit the sweatpants around her hips so they don’t do something embarrassing like fall. Then, she leaves the quiet safety of the room.

Tangerine is the kitchen, sitting behind the counter, typing away on his phone. There’s a first-aid kid next to him.

He looks up when she pads into the room, bare feet. His eyes flick up and down her body, as if he’s taking her in.

“Feeling any better ?” He asks, putting his phone down and clearing his throat.

“Yeah, a bit”, Fawn replies, quiet. He nods, patting the stool beside him.

“Come on. I gotta take a look at your injuries.”

Fawn obeys, sitting down. He hooks his foot around the leg of her stool and slides her closer to him until their knees bump into each other. He grabs a cotton from the first-aid kid and dabs it with disinfectant, before facing her.

He brings the cotton to her mouth, gently pressing it against her split lip, and even with his carefulness Fawn can’t help but hiss a bit at the sting.

“Sorry”, Tangerine murmurs, contrite, and moves on to the small cut on her forehead. “These are going to be huge bruises, but at least you don’t have a concussion.”

“Right”, Fawn says, nodding. He lowers the cotton and puts it down on the counter, but he doesn’t pull away from her. She holds her breath. They’re really close, thighs brushing.

His blue eyes search hers, as if he’s looking for something. She doesn’t know what.

“I can make you tea, if you want”, he finally tells her, breaking contact and standing up.

“Sure, okay.”

He nods and busies himself with putting water in the kettle and pulling mugs out of the cupboard.

“Body’s been taken care of, by the way”, Tangerine says, his back turned to her. “Won’t be found, nothing that can be traced back to you.”

Fawn swallow around the lump in her throat.

“So… that’s it. I just go back to my life, like nothing happened.”

“I would lay low for a bit if I were you. Hide all the bruising, or people will start asking questions”, Tangerine replies, pouring the hot water in the mugs. “But yeah, apart from that, just… continue like nothing happened.”

“Something happened, though.” She looks down at her hands, and swears, for a second, that she can still see the blood coating them.

“I thought you were glad he died”, Tangerine says, handing her a mug. She accepts it, cradling it into her palms, welcoming the warmth against her skin.

“I am”, Fawn murmurs. “That’s what’s freaking me out. The fact that I’m not… as freaked out as I think I should be. I just killed someone. I should feel worse than this, shouldn’t I ?”

“There’s no should, you know. I mean, there’s not a fucking… manual on how to feel after killing someone. Society says we should feel bad and awful and all that fucking bollocks. And to be honest, love, look, you protected yourself, and probably a bunch of other people by killing that creep. You’re not some cold-blooded killer.”

“Not like you”, Fawn says, in spite of herself.

Tangerine’s lips curl up into some sort of unhappy smile.

“No, not like me.”

Fawn watches him as he takes a sip of his tea.

“When was your first ?”

He glances up at her. His rings clink slightly against the mug.

“I was sixteen”, he replies. “Some fucking asshole who was friend with my foster dad. Used to come around and get black-out drunk. Hit my brother once.”

Fawn doesn’t say anything. She stares down at her tea, trying to wrap her head around all of this.

“You should go get some sleep”, Tangerine finally says. “I’ll drive you back in the morning.”

Fawn nods, standing up.

“Good night”, she murmurs, and heads to the guest room, gently closing the door behind her.

She flicks the lights off and slides beneath the sheets. Tries closing her eyes, doing the breathing exercises.

Earlier she wanted nothing more than to curl up in a bed and sleep. Now, she’s laid down, and she just can’t. She can feel how exhausting she is, but her brain and body seemingly don’t want to give up.

Months of knowing Tangerine, never learning anything about him or what he did, and in one single night…

Well, now she knows.

It is exactly what she feared. It is even worse, in fact. There’s a reason she’s never asked, and a reason Tangerine never told her anything. What’s going to happen now ? He’s just going to let her go, despite now having this knowledge?

She could go to the police. Surely, he knows that. She could go to them and tell them he’s a killer. Except, she doesn’t even know his real name.

Except, if she goes to the police, then he can tell them everything too. He can tell them she killed someone. He has her knife. She doesn’t know if the body’s truly gone. If he goes down, she goes down too.

Mutually assured destruction, right ? Or whatever the fuck it’s called. It’s smart. An efficient way to ensure nothing goes to shit.

Fawn doesn’t even know why she’s entertaining this line of thinking. She knows, deep down, that she would never go to the police.

Tangerine said he would drive her back in the morning. In movies, when people learn that the other kills people, they usually don’t let them live.

Would he kill her ?

He patched up, though. Gave her clothes, made her tea, told her about him. He helped her with the body. He could have just… left, when he saw her, called the police and let her deal with it alone.

Her mind is a whirlwind, a complete mess of thoughts and feelings. She wants to bash her head against the wall. She just wants to sleep.

She throws the sheets off, and stands up. She goes to the bathroom, drinks water from the tap. Breathes in deeply. In and out.

Before she can doubt herself, her feet take care out of the guest room. She stops in front of Tangerine’s, and gently opens the door.  

He’s sprawled on the bed, on his back, one arm beneath his head. Despite the darkness of the room, she can still make out his features, thanks to the city lights. She pads further inside, until she’s standing at the edge of the bed.

“Hey”, she murmurs.

He blinks slowly at her.

“Can’t sleep ?” He asks, voice laced with sleep. She wonders how he does it, how he could fall asleep after everything that just happened. But again, this isn’t his first time.

She shakes her head.

“Can I ?”

He nods, lifting the covers and scooting a bit aside to leave her space. Fawn slips beneath the covers next to him. The bed is very warm.

She touches his face, lightly, his cheek, before cupping his nape. He makes a soft noise, leaning against her touch, pressing a bit more against her. She’s surprised, at how easy they fit into each other, even despite the weeks apart.

She holds him, and he holds her back. She swears, for a second, that she can feel him trembling slightly. Or perhaps it’s her. She doesn’t know anymore, where he’s beginning and where she’s ending.

“I’m sorry”, she whispers. “For what happened.”

He hums, voice low inside his throat, and presses his face against her neck. His breath fans against her, his moustache tickling her skin. She holds him against her. Just holds him, as if they’re back in the hotel room, and he’s simply the client asking for affection and cuddles, and she’s the hooker he’s paying for.

She knows they’re not anymore. She doesn’t really know what they are now, but she doesn’t want to ask. She just closes her eyes, fingers gently rubbing at the back of his neck. She doesn’t remember falling asleep.

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[writingjjfics]

What about kook!reader who’s the nicest girl on the island she’s good friends with kid and jj has a crush on her so he gets nervous every time he sees her or she hangs out with them

Unexpected love

Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader, Platonic!Pogues x kook!reader

Warnings: Nothing I can think of *(but correct me if I'm wrong please)*

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I hope you meant Kie haha! Thanks for the request love, hope this is what you had in mind.

I'm so sorry for all the late updates, I've been struggling with writers block and I feel like everything I write is bad. Besides, English is not my main language so that makes it more difficult for me.

Keep sending me requests tho. I still love to write every change I get.

& Thanks for all the likes and reblogs I've received on my other posts in the meantime. I appreciate it and it means a lot to me ❤️

"You sure he is okay with me being there? He always ignores me", you said to Kie as you walked toward the chateau.

Earlier in the day, when Kie invited you to hang out with the Pogues, you were instantly excited. You haven't known them for very long, but you loved to spend time with them. Aside from that, you don't have many other friends. You live as a Kook, but you're actually a Pogue at heart, which doesn't make you very popular. You hated most Kooks, Kie being the only one who understood you. You soon became good friends with her and after a while, she introduced you to the rest of the Pogues.

"That's just JJ being JJ, don't worry about it. He needs a little more time to gain people's trust, but he'll come around soon", Kie reassured you.

You blushed while talking about the blond pogue. Your crush on the boy grew stronger by the day, even though he clearly shows no interest in you. It's not that he's mean to you, he just acts differently toward you than the rest of the Pogues. Like he's uncomfortable having you around. At first, you thought it had something to do with you being a Kook, but he was acting normal towards Sarah, so that couldn't be it.

JJ ignores you most of the time, but not because he doesn't like having you around or doesn't trust you as a Kook. No, it's completely the opposite. He ignores you because he is afraid of his feelings. He's not the type to fall for someone this quickly, but the moment Kie introduced you to him, he felt different. He wouldn't call it love at first sight, but it was definitely something. He didn't want to get you into his bed like all the other girls, well maybe he did, but he also wanted more. However, when you approached him to introduce yourself, JJ went into a complete blackout and could no longer form sentences. His normal flirty self wasn't there. So he stuck to a basic 'hey', but it came across as very rude. Like he didn't want you there. He hates the way he acts around you. Especially since you're being nothing but nice to him. You are the sweetest person he has ever met and he makes you feel unwanted just because he can't handle his feelings.

"I hope so"

Kie already knew there was something else going on with JJ. She started noticing the secret looks JJ gives you when you aren't looking and caught him stalking your Instagram page a few times. She's not going to tell you tho, that's up to JJ.

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Not much later, you and Kie walked to the porch of the Chateau where the rest of the Pogues were already in full conversation, though JJ was not in sight. You thought that was weird, wondering if it had anything to do with you coming here. Not knowing JJ went to the bathroom for the hundredth time this day because he was so nervous and had to 'take a piss' every 5 minutes, including checking every time if he still looked decent enough. You greeted everyone else and sat down when you heard footsteps coming from inside.

"Yo, what's up with th-", JJ said as he walked out of the Chateau, but stopped halfway through his sentence as soon as he met eyes with you. You smiled at him and greeted him kindly. He only mumbled something unintelligible, waved weakly, and quickly returned to his seat next to Pope. You could tell he was trying his best to avoid eye contact with you.

ouch, this hurts more than you thought

An uncomfortable silence followed. Everyone had noticed the uneasy scene between you and JJ. You glanced at Kie and she gave you an apologetic smile. She knew his act was bothering you.

After a few seconds, John B cleared his throat and continued the story he was telling before JJ interrupted him. Everyone else joined in except you. You zoned out, wondering again why the blond boy in front of you disliked you so much and how the hell you decided to fall for him. However, you snapped out of it when the boy in question suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to get more beer"

Not a minute later you also got up and announced that you had to use the bathroom. But what you really intended to do was to confront JJ. You've had enough of him ignoring you without having a reason. And if there was a reason behind it, you were ready to find out.

You walked into the Chateau and saw JJ looking in the fridge.

"Why do you ignore me?"

JJ was startled and jumped up a bit, not thinking you'd be behind him. He quickly pretended that he was meant to do that before answering nonchalantly.

"I'm not ignoring you"

"Yes, you are. Is it because I'm a kook? Or just annoying?"

"It's just because you're new. I need more time to get used to someone extra in this group. Don't take it so personally. It's not that big of a deal. Not everyone has to like you, you know"

JJ's words came out much more blunt than intended. Almost like he was mocking you for wanting everyone to like you. You nodded and bit your lip to avoid the tears coming up. You weren't used to people being harsh at you and you clearly couldn't handle it well.

"If you don't want me here just say so"

At this point, JJ saw the pain in your eyes. He figured you didn't like the way he treated you, but he never thought it would hurt you so much. This was never his intention. He hated seeing you like this. He hated himself for it. When he noticed you were ready to turn back around to go outside again, he exhaled nervously and quickly grabbed your hand to get your attention.

"Wait Y/n, let me explain please"

"What's to explain? You made it pretty clear you don't want me here"

You yanked your hand from his grasp and made your way to the door, only to be stopped abruptly when you nearly bumped into someone. That someone is JJ. He had quickly run ahead of you to stop you.

Your first reaction of being annoyed that he was in your way didn't make you realize how close the two of you were. You looked him in the eye and for the first time since you met him, he looked right back at you. As if he finally saw you. It gave you butterflies and made you forget that you were, in fact, angry at him. When JJ noticed your expression had changed, he knew he had to speak up.

"Please just listen"

By now you had become curious about what he had to say and you noticed he struggled with his words. Deciding to give him a chance to explain himself.

"Okay, I'll listen"

"Can we maybe sit down? That makes it easier for me", JJ chuckled nervously.

This was the first time JJ had spoken more than just a few words to you. It felt good to have his attention. You hoped that after this conversation, you could both forget the past and become friends. Although you still had a little hope for more.

Meanwhile, you and JJ had sat down on the couch, both at the very end on each side, leaving a lot of space in the middle, and JJ played nervously with his rings avoiding your gaze.

You waited for JJ to start talking while JJ waited for himself to get the courage to tell a girl for the first time that he had feelings for her. Actual feelings and not the usual 'I'm drunk and horny and I want to hook up with the first, possible girl I see' feelings. This was all new for him.

"I, uh- I want to apologize for how I've been acting around you", JJ started but you interrupted him quickly.

"Yeah, you really acted like a dick toward me"

But when he glanced in your direction and quietly told you to let him finish, you understood not to interrupt him anymore.

"Sorry," you laughed nervously. "go on"

"I know I made you feel unwanted and uncomfortable, and I'm truly sorry. And I know you feel like I don't like you and don't want you here, but I assure you I definitely don't feel that way. The way I act is because I don't really know how to behave around you. You make me feel things I'm not used to and I don't know how to deal with them. I like you Y/n. And that's a first for me. I've never felt this way for anyone and I think every time you were around my head just got errors because of the unknown feelings. I'm so sorry I hurt you because of it"

You frowned, confused if you had heard him correctly. The JJ Maybank had feelings for you?

"So you're telling me you acted like this because you like me?"

JJ nodded and let out a soft "yes" with a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god", was all you could say as you let yourself fall deeper into the couch. It made JJ feel insecure. He wanted to run to 'his' bedroom across the living room, pack his bags and move to Yucatan so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of rejection. But as soon as he indeed planned to run away you finally spoke up.

"I can't believe I've tried so hard to ignore my feelings all this time. All because I thought you wouldn't like me in any way with the way you behaved towards me. I thought I was stupid enough to like someone who showed absolutely no interest in me"

"I'm sorry for making you feel-", JJ began but stopped when he realized what you were actually confessing. "Wait, so you like me too?"

"Sadly yes", you said teasingly with a big grin

"Oh shut up, like it's a bad thing to fall for this?", JJ reacted cockily while he pointed to himself and his body.

You started laughing which made JJ laugh too. He loved seeing you smile and he was finally the reason for it.

After a few seconds, JJ cleared his throat and became serious again. "So, can I take you on a date?"

"If you promise to talk more than 1 sentence and look me in the eye, I would love to go on a date with you"

JJ rolled his eyes playfully which made you laugh again.

"I promise Y/n"

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[iveseenstrangerthings]

stranger in a time of need (part 1)- a Steve Harrington imagine

SEASON 4 PLOT SPOILERS AHEAD!

summary: Reader has been devastated by the destruction to Hawkins from Vecna. She ends up in the refuge center set up in Hawkins were Steve tries to step in to help. She/her pronouns. angst/potential for slight fluff

warnings: some swearing and mention of parental loss. 

word count: 2.3k

note: This is my first imagine for Stranger Things! I’m no stranger to writing imagines/fanfic though!! thought I would have another go. I hope it’s okay and I will most likely follow this up with a part 2! Let me know if you’d like :)  **i do not own the gif!**

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Reader

For the last two days your mind has been on autopilot. Just keep walking, not much farther. Empty thoughts come and go, but they all pass by in meaningless flutters. Nothing seems real, everywhere is surrounded by destruction and pure devastation. Hawkins, as you had once known it, is now simply no more. What is left will forever be tarnished with the unexplainable ‘earthquake’ that terrorised your town only days ago. In the blink of an eye, your life had become a total cliché. What started as a normal day soon turned unforgettable, for all the wrong reasons.

 Following the earthquake, you were able to latch onto a small group of people who were headed for a refuge center, in the center of Hawkins. Days ago, you barely knew them, only as your neighbours or kids you saw riding their bikes in the street, unaware of their personalities, quirks, or relationships. Now, you were all bound together, in an unspoken bond which nobody had acknowledged, but you all know is there. The small group gathered whatever water and food supplies they could and set off walking. You queried the idea of walking when you first joined, however you were quick to learn that many roads which were so familiar were now inaccessible.  

As the group travelled further into Hawkins and the damage was more prominent, some members decided to leave Hawkins completely, try and get a car out of town and leave it all behind. Only, you had no car and weren’t aware of any distant relatives who lived outside of Hawkins, so you felt your options were limited. You stuck with the remaining few members of the group and kept walking.

 Your mind was relatively empty, the only thing on it was reaching the centre and taking it from there, simple really. But the more you saw, the more you questioned the so-called earthquake the media was portraying everywhere. The damage was immense, with the further you travelled and the more you saw, your suspicions only grew stronger. You were able to get frequent updates on the situation from a guy’s portable radio, but when that died the space was just filled with the silence and low hum of people’s deep breathing. With the odd nod of direction from the person at the front, who became the ‘leader’ if you will. Nobody voted, nobody asked, they just sort of fell into the role, but nobody complained, and everyone seemed grateful for the small act. During one rest stop, you looked to the ‘leader’ and made a mental note to stick with them once you left the refuge centre. They seemed calm, confident, and collected, someone you needed in a time like that. All throughout the journey, nobody tried to make conversation or reassure one another; nobody knew what to do.

 It took two days to reach the centre. Two, agonising days. If you were alone, you could’ve done it in half the time. However, with some children in the group you had to be mindful of the time in which you rested. When you walked through the open doors, no sense of relief came to you, as you had hoped. Your nose filled with the smell of burnt rubble and gas which surrounded, but also a hint of coffee and slow-cooked food that was being served at the far side of the hall. You knew the damage was bad, but when you saw just how many people were here, homeless, injured, and hopeless, the overwhelming feeling only grew. Only then, you became aware of your legs and how tired, heavy, and weak they felt. Your posture grew slouched as you made your way to an empty bench, and only then when you sat down everything came to. Like floodgates opening in your mind, the events of the last two days came to you with a rush of nausea. You had not cried, yet. Not because you didn’t want to, but because you were unsure of the purpose crying would have. It wouldn’t change anything. Though, now sitting here, you felt the warm rush of tears fill your eyes, flushing your cheeks and causing a deep heaviness to sit in your throat. Bowing your head, you let them fall. Tears fell from your eyes, spotting your light jeans like steady rainfall on a pavement. A depressing feeling of weakness filled you from head to toe, crying felt like failure. The murmur of the environment around you seemed to fade out as your ears rang from the suppressed sobs.

 Steve

A new, small, group entered the hall. He counted them as they all filtered through. Only 5… he thought. The groups were getting smaller in number as the hours went on. That either meant that survivors were making their way out of here, or the number of casualties were far higher than anticipated. He shook the thought away like you would a fly, it was a nuisance and brought no good. There was nothing drastically different to this group to any of the other ones, everyone looked tired and downcast.

For a moment, he scanned the room to see if anyone needed any urgent help when his eyes landed on her. Her frame hunched over the bench with her eyes locked onto nothing particular. He knew what was happening, he had seen it multiple times. When people arrived here, their adrenaline would settle, and they would come to the painful realisation of the previous events. There had been tears, screams and arguments of denial, but nearly everyone wore the same empty stare of disbelief. His eyes moved to the space around her, the group she came with all seemed to go in different directions and she was left alone. He battled with himself for a few moments, what use would I be if I went over? She might just tell me to piss off. His facial expressions changed with each outcome that entered his stream of consciousness, just go. So, with that, he made his way carefully over to her.  

 “Hey, can I get you anything at all?” He spoke softly, knowing his usual tone of voice may have been too overbearing. He realised she was crying, her jeans spotted with tears. He suddenly felt very awkward, as if he didn’t know what to say. His heart quickened and he felt himself starting to flush. Her head remained hung for a few seconds until she lifted it, wiping her cheeks as she did so. Her face was painted with tears, she shook her head no.

In usual circumstances, he would have wanted to make a comment on her appearance. She was a beautiful girl, no doubt, but he felt wrong for having such thoughts in a time like this.

“Can I sit?” Gesturing with his hand to the empty space along from her, not too close.

A miniscule smile appeared on her lips, one he might have missed if he blinked, “Sure.” She quickly cleared her throat as if to say something, then the vacant expression dawned her features again.

His fingers folded between themselves in his lap as he followed her stare, “You sure I can’t get you anything? Water or coffee?” He realised she did not know he volunteered here, and he may be coming across as rather odd. “I do work here by the way, not just some random guy.” He stifled a smile, “Although, you may think that and that’s totally fine. I am just some random dude I guess.” What the fuck Steve…  

“It’s okay.” Her responses were simple. No more than a few syllables or a nod of the head, which was understandable. The empty gaze returned, Steve sat back slightly and waited, but nothing came. The awkwardness in the air returned for him, it didn’t even register for her though. He was about to get up but a shift in her posture changed so he returned himself back to his original position.

Her eyes found his, but only for a second or so before looking away, almost searching for something. “Can I ask you something?” Steve looked back at her, a small nod giving her the reassurance to continue. “This wasn’t an earthquake, was it?” Her question took him aback. He wasn’t aware of her story yet, what happened, who she was and all of that. Steve knew everything. But he couldn’t risk sharing things with someone he has known for less than five minutes. A few seconds passed and he was trying to think of the right answer, the cogs in his head almost visible to the girl sat before him, which gave her all the answers she needed. “Ah, okay. I understand.” The disappointment was evident in her voice, or it may just be tiredness, Steve didn’t know but it didn’t matter right now.

“I’m sorry.” He gave a small shrug of his shoulders and when they returned to their position, they felt heavy, uncomfortable. Like he too now was bearing the weight of this girl’s sadness. ‘This girl’… she will have a name. “What’s your name?”

“(y/n).” And to Steve’s surprise, she held out her hand. It was dirty and cold, but he didn’t mind. He was glad of the gesture. He took it softly, trying not to make the grip too firm.

“Steve.” He said. The name sharing felt like a good point in conversation, almost like she was letting him in ever so slightly.

 “Listen, I don’t want to sound like I’m trying to pry. But it’s just been crazy, it’s not safe. Where are you headed?” If he didn’t sound creepy before, he certainly did now and he swore at himself for asking such a direct and intrusive question. But her facial expression warmed, the fact someone had shown some care towards her reassured her of something but she wasn’t quite sure what.

“I’m going to go with my group.” Wow, the longest response he’d gotten. Her head started to swivel, she bobbed up and down as if to see over the ever-growing crowd of people here. Her eyes narrowed as she did a full sweep of the place, then returned, her eyes starting to fill, and her lip turned upwards. “I came with a group,” she started, “I was going to go with them, but I can’t see them. They will have left, they didn’t know me.” What seemed like two days’ worth of sobs surfaced.

“We will find them, I promise. Where’s your family?” As soon as the question left his lips, he realised this might have been an awful mistake. What a stupid question.

Her body shook, a loud sniffle came from her bowed head, “It’s just me.” She said, a quiver in her voice letting out all the vulnerabilities she had tried so hard to conceal.

A strange knot formed in Steve’s stomach. He wasn’t sure if it had always been her, or whether it was now just her… but the question was too premature it could have waited. He moved his hand to where hers was rested on the bench and gave a gentle, reassuring trace of his thumb over her knuckles, to Steve’s surprise, she allowed the small touch to remain for a few seconds before pulling her hand away.

 Reader

What a mess. As you pulled your hand away, you suddenly felt as if you had been stripped bare, the world becoming accustomed to your most vulnerable parts. Your heart felt heavy. It was a harmless question, he didn’t know. But it almost verified the one thought you hadn’t wanted to face. It was just you now. Whatever it was had ripped through your family home, tearing into your parents, and causing the foundations of your warm home to collapse. Just like that. Running your tongue above your top lip, collecting the salty taste of your own tears, you placed your hands on your lap. Like you would do if you were at someone’s house just about to announce your departure. Clearing your throat you stood, “Thank you for your help, Steve.” Your voice was dry, even though you’d hardly said a word for the past few days. You went to turn but a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Wait wait,” you turned around to see Steve standing close to you, his hand still resting gently on your arm. “Let me take you to the Motel.” Was this guy serious? The Motel… You went to shrug your arm away in disgust with a hurl of insults making their way up to your throat, but all you could muster was a look of hurt, which Steve recognised and realised his mistake. “Oh my god no no. No. Shit, no not like that no.” He shook his head furiously, obviously reeling in disbelief that he had made it seem that way. “We take a group of people to the Motel a couple times a day, check them in and get them some food and a place to stay for a couple days. If you’ve got no plans, it’s the best option, it’s not safe for you here.” You let the thought hang in the air for a few seconds, you had no other options. It was the best idea. Before you could respond, Steve quickly said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

 Steve

After his attempt at redemption, she was able to look him in the eyes. She was almost studying his face for the first time. Oddly, he felt intimidated by her, and he had a feeling she knew this. Her eyes softened, realising his honest mistake. She felt relieved, and Steve felt happy that he was able to show her some kindness following some of the darkest days of her life.

“I would be really grateful for that.” And finally, a warm, genuine smile filled her face.

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Other Evans Girl [Part Twelve]

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauder’s Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character, Sirius Black x Daisy Evans, James Potter x Lily Evans

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, Daisy Evans, Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Alice Fortescue, Frank Longbottom, Marlene McKinnon, Albus Dumbledore, Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix LeStrange, Walburga Black, Orion Black, Jasper Thicknesse, Barty Crouch Jr, Mulciber, Walden McNair

Word Count: 6640

Rating: Mature

Summary: Hogwarts is a safe haven, a home for many, but it’s often a place where heartache, love and complex emotions dwell and none know that better than the Marauders. Lily Evans just wants to make it out as a successful witch though the oncoming war and the ongoing advances of James Potter threaten that. Daisy Evans, her twin, has other goals. Join the Evans sisters as they make their way through Hogwarts, prepare for war and eventually find love.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Friends, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Marauder’s Era, Teenage Angst, Babies, Weddings, Dating, Crying, Loss of Virginity, First Wizarding War, Love, Kissing, Teenagers, James Potter is a bit of a dick, Hogsmeade, 1970s, Fighting, Loss of Parents, Grief, Babies, Injuries, Gore, Harm, Christmas,  The Potter’s Mansion // Daisy’s Dress // NYE Lily’s Dress // NYE Daisy’s Dress // Lily’s Ring // Daisy’s Ring

Notes: Okay so I’ve been working on updating this and I’ve finally gone through all the chapters already written before I start writing more. It’s changed a lot so I’ve decided it’s just better to completely re-upload it.  

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Recovery was slow, slower than Daisy had anticipated, not to mention extremely painful. Though her bones had healed quickly her wounds had not which meant Daisy was struggling to get back to her normal self even if it had been over a month since Halloween. She’d even fought tooth and nail to get herself out of the hospital wing and back to class much to her own surprise. Not that it did much good given that the whole school watching her. In fact she found that her only saving grace, amongst the recovery, stares and whispers, to be the Marauders (a nickname she had found they had coined for themselves after becoming animagi). The boys had gone above and beyond for her, far more than she had expected. They helped her from class to class, sat with her at meal

times and when she had been in the hospital they visited her every day to try and cheer her up. And given that they’d detested each other little over a month ago needless to say it had been weird. Not just for her but for her friends too though Lily, Marlene and Alice kept their comments about the new dynamic to themselves which Daisy was thankful for seeing that others hadn’t been as kind.

‘We’re gonna have to hang back,’ Remus said as Peter stood up from the bench they’d been occupying in the Qudditch stands ready to head back to the castle with the masses of students who had started to make an exit. He paused before looking down at Daisy who had made no attempt to move yet and nodded in agreement. Slowly but surely the crowd thinned out until they were only ones there, save a couple of stragglers, which was when Daisy stood up, crutch in one hand and Remus at her other side propping her up so that she could walk with Peter acting as a plough for anyone in their path.

Getting down to the exit was fairly easy but as they reached the stairs Daisy had to prepare herself for the descent finding her wounds tugging with each step she took no matter how hard she tried to focus on Peter’s whittering about the game. Fortunately it didn’t take too long to downstairs and it wasn’t long before they were waiting for James and Sirius, today’s match winners, to emerge out of the changing rooms. Up till now Daisy had never really liked Quidditch, opting to spend the matches chatting with Alice or braiding Marlene’s hair, but seeing how James and Sirius lit up whenever they talked about it had caused her to start taking an interest. She’d even managed to start following the games properly, with help from Remus’ commentary.

 ‘And that final pass!’ James said as he appeared from the changing room. They were dressed normally now, though the older boy still had a patched of mud on his face from where his broom had collided with a bludger sending him down to the ground. ‘It was a good one. We’re definitely going to have a chance at the cup now,’ Sirius said before he looked up and realised his friends were waiting for him, Daisy clinging to Remus’ side in between them, ‘alright.’

‘Hi,’ she smiled back. ‘Well done guys!’ Peter said excitedly. ‘Yeah, well done,’ Remus chipped in. ‘Thanks,’ James chuckled, ‘you manage to stay awake Daisy?’ ‘Just about,’ she giggled. ‘Remus helped you through it huh?’ Sirius said, raising an eyebrow. Daisy rolled her eyes.

‘Well no matter who helped who, I’m ready for some grub,’ James said. ‘Me too,’ Peter said. ‘And I think a celebration in the kitchens wouldn’t go a miss,’ Remus said. ‘Remus Goody Two Shoes Lupin are you actually suggesting we break the rules?’ James said with fake shock earning a shove from the taller boy with soon descended into a mini brawl. That was the other thing Daisy had been getting used to, with boys there was a lot more wrestling, and though she had become accustomed to it she by no means wanted to get involved and so opted to ignore them and head for the door. She didn’t get very far before her pace started to flag though thankfully Sirius appeared at her side, taking up Remus’ duties with Peter coming to her other side just in case.

‘Thanks,’ she said, as she gripped onto his jacket.

‘No problem,’ Sirius said as they got outside, not getting more than a couple of steps out of the grounds before Remus and James appeared having realised they had been abandoned.

‘So what should we ask the elves for?’ Peter said, moving in front of them as Remus took up his place by Daisy’s side. ‘I don’t know,’ James said as he joined Peter ahead, ‘something stodgy for sure.’ ‘I second that,’ Daisy said.

‘Cake?’ Sirius suggested. ‘I’d go for cake,’ James agreed, though before anyone else with him he stopped forcing the rest of them to stop quickly so as to not walk into him. He was directly in front of her but as Daisy looked ahead she could see their path was blocked and as she scanned the group she could see Snape within their ranks.

‘Well, well, well,’ the bucktoothed leader she recognised as Mulciber said, ‘what do we have here?’ ‘Three ugly bastards and their greasy pet?’ Sirius sneered earning a glance from Daisy who could swear she felt his grip on her back tighten as if he was getting ready to move her if needed. ‘Oh, doesn’t the blood traitor think he’s funny,’ another said. Daisy didn’t recognise him. ‘I think a lot of things about myself,’ Sirius said, ‘like the fact you’re outnumbered.’ ‘You think I’m scared of the invalid? Or Pettigrew for that matter,’ a blonde lad scoffed. Him Daisy did recognise, Barty Crouch. ‘No, but I think you’d be foolish to attempt it,’ James said, straightening up as he took a step forward. ‘What are you going to do? Stick the dog on us,’ Snape sneered looking directly at Remus who to Daisy’s surprise didn’t waver. In fact, she felt him move too, putting himself just a fraction in front of her as he straightened up.

‘What do you want Mulciber?’ James said exasperatedly.

‘Nothing,’ the boy replied, ‘just wanted to let you know this little spell of you being on top isn’t going to last.’ ‘Yeah, everyone thinks you’re the kings of this school, especially this last month,’ Crouch said, causing the other boy Daisy didn’t recognise to mime being sick, earning a laugh from his friends, ‘but you’re nothing. And when the real world comes knocking you’re going to be nothing but the losers you are.’ ‘Oh yeah?’ Sirius said tightly.

‘Well then we’ll be down in the same class as you then when that happens won’t we?’ James retorted, offering Mulciber a smug mile. ‘There’s something coming you know,’ Crouch sneered, ‘something bigger than you could ever think of.’

‘Well if we’re gonna struggle lord help Mulciber. He struggles to think of his two times tables,’ Daisy quipped. At that Mulciber moved forward threateningly, apparently more thin-skinned that anticipated, though Daisy had a sneaking suspicion it had more to do with her being a girl than him not being able to take smack talk. As he moved Daisy shrunk back, her smart mouth not feeling as good of an idea once she remembered she wasn’t exactly built for a fight in her condition. Not that it mattered though as the moment he moved forward the boys closed ranks, blocking her from view. She could barely see through the barricade they’d formed but it appeared that they didn’t need to stop anything as Crouch gripped Mulciber from behind and yanked him back in line, grunting, ‘leave it.’

‘But,’ Mulciber protested.

‘They’re not worth it. C’mon,’ Crouch said pushing Mulciber up the hill and away from the marauders.

‘Fine,’ Mulciber grunted, allowing himself to be shoved before he started moving of his own volition though not before throwing Daisy and the boys one last glare. Crouch waited for Snape and the other boy to head off too, his eyes never leaving the group as he sneered at them.

‘What do you want a thank you?’ James said when he failed to move.

‘No, I just wanted to tell Evans something,’ he said.

‘What’s that?’ Daisy said, her confidence returning now that there was less of them around. He’d be a fool to start something now.’

‘I just wanted to tell you to enjoy it,’ Crouch said, smirking as Daisy’s brow furrowed, ‘this little friendship you’ve got going here. Because it might be fun now but when things get serious, and they will, your friendship will be the first thing they drop.’

‘Is that so?’ Daisy said coolly, ‘and whys that?’

‘Because no one is going to want a filthy little mudblood hanging around them,’ Crouch grinned wickedly, ‘no matter how good she is at laying on her back.’    

And with that he turned quickly on his heel and headed the way his friends had gone.

For a moment Daisy couldn’t speak, the words bouncing around in his brain and only taking root when she realised everyone was watching her. Well everyone except James who seemed to be seething with rage he appeared determined to keep as bottled up as he could only allowing it to slip out as he said, ‘those bastards!’

‘James,’ Daisy sighed.

‘How dare they say that shit to you!’ he said, taking off quickly back towards the castle which in turn spurred everyone to move too though admittedly Daisy did little walking opting to let Sirius drag her alongside him in silent fury. ‘James it’s not that big of a deal,’ she said feeling a reddish hue set in on her cheeks. ‘It was uncalled for,’ Remus countered, his face just as concerned as the other boys which made embarrassment swirl inside her. It wasn’t that she was ungrateful for the reaction their words had sparked she just hadn’t expected it. After all a month ago she probably wouldn’t have minded someone calling their little gang rotten. Then again she wouldn’t have condoned the name calling to quite the levels the Slytherins had sunk.

‘Them calling Sirius a blood traitor was uncalled for. Snape talking to you like he did was uncalled for,’ she said, hoping to navigate the heat to the group as a whole rather than her on her own, ‘they were gunning for us all.’ ‘Yeah well I don’t know who they think they are,’ Peter said. ‘They think they’re part of whatever’s going on the outside,’ Sirius said bitterly, his tone catching Daisy’s attention and causing her to inspect him for a moment. His grey eyes were dark and stormy and his jaw was tight with anger, making him suddenly appear much older. When he noticed her looking his anger seemed to soften for a moment before he looked away, pretending as though he’d never looked at her at all.

‘What do you mean?’ James asked with the same curiosity Daisy could feel inside herself. They were at the courtyard now and given that meant Daisy had to conquer another set of stairs the oldest boy decided now was not the time and place to discuss whatever he’d been talking about and instead opted to mutter, ‘kitchens.’

Though it felt like a struggle on Daisy’s end they fortunately made it to the kitchens with no further interruptions and, once greeted by the dozens of house elves, who immediately started mounting up plates of cake, they finally managed to sit down much to her relief. Though before anyone could tuck in James was on Sirius again about what he meant. Sirius watched as everyone’s eyes fell on him, waiting expectantly for him to spill whatever it was the Slytherins had been talking about.

‘Haven’t you heard?’ Sirius grumbled continuing as he was met with four blank expressions, ‘there’s been chatter amongst some wizards…pureblood wizards.’ ‘What kind of chatter?’ Remus said hesitantly. ‘Just whispers at the minute. My parents and their friends were all over it whilst I was home. There’s this idea,’ he said pausing for a moment as he glanced at Daisy. Though it was barely noticeable in the conversation Daisy felt the glance pierce her soul and knew whatever he was saying was direct to her, ‘that the wizarding world is going to pot.’ ‘Because of muggleborns?’ she said instinctively. ‘Because of anyone who’s not a pureblood,’ Sirius countered. ‘But that’s always been the way,’ James scoffed, ‘pureblood mania-’ ‘Has never been as bad,’ Sirius said grimly, ‘and they seem to have been growing support or rather this one wizard has. Look I don’t know all the details but those bastards were right…something is coming. I don’t know what but it’s not gonna be pretty.’ ‘Like a war?’ Daisy said. Sirius shrugged but his eyes hinted to her she was right. ‘Well then,’ James said, ‘there’s only one way we can deal with that.’ ‘How?’ Remus asked, confused.

‘Minky,’ he said, calling an excitable young house-elf towards him, ‘a bottle of your finest fire whiskey.’

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‘Watch her leg!’ Remus said as the four of them tried to manoeuvre quickly down the last hallway before they reached their destination, Daisy splayed in between them giggling, with each boy holding a limb as they tried to get her up to bed. Following Sirius’ grim revelations James had tried to cheer them but that had somehow included downing two bottles of fire whiskey between them and whilst the boys had built up a good tolerance Daisy hadn’t which was why she was now flopping about in their arms as they hefted her up the through the castle..

‘She’s like a ton of bricks,’ Peter huffed as he pushed the Fat Lady’s portrait open, wincing as it banged against the stone wall and caused her to shout at him.

‘Rude,’ Daisy said, his words enough to make her lift her head up from where it had been flopped back, watching the halls of the castle from upside down. 

‘He’s got a point Dais,’ Sirius ribbed, chuckling as she stuck her tongue out at him.

‘Fine then,’ she said, trying to get up from the hammock of arms she was being held in only to be restrained following an echo of ‘wooahhhhs’ and ‘stay puts’. At their calls Daisy shift back down though not without a pout on her face as she folded her arms across her chest moodily. The boys however didn’t really take much notice of her pouting as they were too focused on the obstacle in front of them.

‘We can’t get her up the girl's staircase,’ Peter said looking back to the others hopping they’d have some immediate solution. A hope that was immediately dashed as Sirius said, ‘shit.’

‘What do we do?’ James said.

‘I guess we could leave her here,’ Peter said.

‘And have someone find her in this state are you mental,’ Sirius scoffed.

‘Shit,’ James said.

‘We’ll just have to take her to our room,’ Remus said, turning the huddle to the left and up the boy’s staircase. 

‘Yeah that’s probably the best idea,’ James said with a grunt, ‘cos I don’t fancy facing Evans right now.’

‘Ooh she’ll kill you,’ Daisy giggled. 

‘Don’t remind me,’ James said looking down at her with a cheeky grin before he returned to the task at hand which fortunately, after some manoeuvring got them to the fourth floor and into the dormitory. 

. 

‘Where should we put her?’ Peter grunted as they headed into the middle of the room, their friend suddenly feeling heavier now they were over the threshold. 

‘This was James’ idea,’ Remus reasoned.

‘Sirius betted her she couldn’t keep up with him,’ James countered.

‘Sirius was right,’ Sirius said.

‘Was not,’ Daisy grumbled, though her protestations went quiet as she felt a wave of nausea hit she didn’t even speak up when Sirius hit back, ‘whatever you say princess.’

‘Let’s decide she’s getting heavy,’ Remus said.

‘I feel sick,’ Daisy mumbled. After a quick look between James, Remus and Peter it was decided and before eldest could protest the three of them echoed, ‘Sirius’ bed,’ and rushed forward, dropping her with a thud onto the pristinely made bed. Daisy groaned, flopping onto her stomach as she fumbled to pull a pillow under her head. As she got settled Remus moved to the bathroom to get her a bowl in case she was sick whilst the boys sorted some pillows out on the floor next to the bed for Sirius to sleep on. 

‘Guyyyyyys,’ Daisy said in a sing-song voice, her voice capturing their attention though she still had her eyes closed.

‘What?’ James said from where he was kneeling beside the bed, helping his friend get the stack of pillows and blanket into something that would be remotely comfortable to sleep on. 

‘I need pyjamas,’ she said as if it were obvious. James and Sirius shared a nervous look.

‘Why? Just sleep in that,’ James said.

‘But I’m not comfy,’ she whined earning a sigh from the boys. 

‘Come on there should be something of ours she can use,’ Remus said as he emerged beside them, placing the bowl on Sirius’ bed side table, ‘I think I’ve got some jogging bottoms I don’t use.’

‘You’re too skinny Rem,’ Daisy giggled, ‘like a pole.’

‘I think I’ve got some,’ James said, smirking at her teasing as Remus rolled his eyes. 

‘I’ll have a look too,’ Peter said. 

Between the foursome, they were able to cobble together a pair of joggers (Peter), a T-shirt (Sirius) and some socks (Remus) which they all threw onto the bed for Daisy to change into. As she pried herself up off the bed and started to peel off her jumper and T-shirt the boys suddenly became very interested in busying themselves with anything that didn’t concern them looking in her general direction. Daisy didn’t take much notice as she stood up and quickly stripped out of her shirt and threw on Sirius’ t-shirt but as she leant down to change into the jogging bottoms she felt the blood rush to her head, her vision blurring as she stumbled forward grabbing the bedside table for support.

‘You okay?’ James said, turning as he heard her stumble though he didn’t look over all the way, still avoiding eye contact.

‘M’fine,’ she mumbled trying again to get her foot into the pant leg though her attempt was thwarted as she stumbled again though this time she was caught by Sirius who’d braved peeking at what she was up to after finding her reply not very reassuring.

‘You’ll be the death of me woman,’ he chuckled as he caught her from going face first into the stone floor, forcing her to sit back down on the bed before he bent down and slid both her feet into the joggers and then the socks. 

‘Thank you,’ she mumbled as he moved away, allowing her to pull her pants up and then fall back into bed. 

‘Everything clear?’ James said as he heard the thud of her landing on the mattress.

‘Yep,’ Daisy said with a giggle and when the boys turned and found her tucked up in bed with the covers up to her chin. 

‘Glad you’re all snug Dais,’ Remus chuckled, climbing into his own bed beside her.

‘Snug as a bug,’ Daisy said with a yawn.

‘Forget snug she’s zonked,’ Peter said, watching as she closed her eyes and yawned again.

‘At last,’ Sirius chuckled. He was closer than she’d expected and when Daisy opened her eyes he was standing by the bed. He was dressed differently now, somewhere in her settling down he’d changed into a different shirt and boxers, a sight that made her shiver just looking at it. She knew he probably wouldn’t mind but picturing him spending the night on the cold stone floor in what he was wearing made a twinge of guilt course through her now sobering brain.

‘You alright there Dais?’ Sirius chuckled as he clambered down onto the floor, pulling her from her thoughts and forcing her to stop staring at the space where he’d been standing. She didn’t reply instead offering him a nod and a smile which appeased him. Once he was down on the floor Daisy chose to stare at the ceiling listening as the boys pottered around the dormitory for five or so minutes before climbing into bed and turning out the lights.

Daisy lay there in the dark, listening to their breathing get heavier and deeper until she was convinced that one by one they were asleep. Yet as she lay there, willing herself to follow suit she found she couldn’t. Even in her booze-addled state, she couldn’t get out of her head the way Sirius has talked about the future. The more she thought about it the more questions she found springing up. Was it true? Was Sirius mistaken? What would happen if there was a war?

Eventually it was too much and she could no longer lie there just thinking about it and so she pushed herself up into a sitting position, thanking god that the room barely spun as she did so, before she carefully and quietly hung her head over the side of the bed. Sirius was asleep, lying on his back with his arm under his head as if he were sunbathing. Daisy watched him for a moment, her eyes roving over his face which looked paler and deeply boyish in the moonlight.

‘I know you’re watching me,’ he said without opening his eyes making Daisy freeze not that he seemed to notice as he added, ‘what’s up? Or are you so marvelled by my beauty you have to have special late-night viewing sessions?’

‘I don’t know but they charged me a galleon to get in and view you,’ she chuckled.

‘Humph, and I'm worth at least two,’ he said opening his eyes and pushing himself up to look at her properly which forced her lean back so that they weren’t in one another’s face.

‘So come on,’ he said when she didn’t say anything.

‘What?’ she replied.

‘What’s the matter?’ he said.

‘Nothing,’ she lied suddenly feeling silly for having woken him for questions that could have waited till morning. As she avoided his gaze, idly fiddling with the blanket, Sirius sighed and clambered up onto the bed sitting by her legs.

‘Come on,’ he said, watching her curiously.

‘Okay,’ she said pausing before she looked his way, finding curious grey eyes watching her, ‘what you said before...do you really think there’ll be a war?’

‘Honestly?’ Sirius said making her nod, ‘yeah, I do.’

‘Really?’ she asked. 

‘Yeah,’ he said.

‘So we’re screwed?’ she sighed.

‘Not necessarily,’ Sirius shrugged.

‘That’s easy for you to say you’re not a muggleborn,’ she said bitterly, ‘there’s a lot more pure blood than us.’

‘True but not every pureblood believes the bile they’re spewing. It’s the same in any war Dais, two sides fight and hopefully the right one wins,’ he said quietly.

‘You think?’ Daisy asked, chewing on her lip as she tried to ignore the worry swirling inside her at the thought of it all.

‘Yeah and even if I’m not muggleborn I am a blood traitor so I’m as good as. And a family disappointment. And the only one of the long line of Blacks to be a Gryffindor,’ he said. His voice transformed into a nasal impersonation at the end which made Daisy giggle. 

‘Well I’m glad you are a Gryffindor,’ Daisy said. 

‘Yeah?’ he said.

‘Yeah, what Slytherin would give up their bed for a drunk invalid,’ she said. 

‘That’s less Gryffindor and more my pureblood etiquette classes shining through,’ Sirius said wincing as her eyes went wide and she squealed, ‘you took etiquette classes!’

‘Jesus Dais wake the whole tower,’ he said, glancing over as he heard a snort followed by the sounds of springs as Peter rolled over a couple beds away, fortunately still asleep.

‘Sorry,’ Daisy whispered, ‘I just can’t believe you took etiquette classes.’

‘Yeah well mother dearest couldn’t have us being rude now could she,’ Sirius grumbled.

‘What’s she like?’ Daisy said her interest suddenly piqued by the grim look on his face at the mere mention of her, even more so as Sirius tensed for a second before carrying on as if he hadn’t as he said, ‘that’s a nightmare for another day. We should sleep.’

And before she could suggest otherwise he slipped back down onto the floor, scrambling under the blankets and turning away from her. Thrown off by his abruptness Daisy decided not to push the matter any further and clambered back into bed herself though as she lay there looking at the canopy she decided not to leave it on that tense note and whispered, ‘night Sirius.’

‘Night,’ he mumbled.

She knew she should leave it. That it probably wasn’t that big of a deal to ask him about his family. In the short time they’d known each other he hadn’t said much about his home life but it wasn’t as though he never mentioned them, his family, even if it was in the form of some self-deprecating or sarcastic joke, so her asking wouldn’t have been too bad. But still she felt bad and so she whispered, ‘Sirius?’

‘Yeah,’ he replied after a beat.

‘Sorry I brought up your mum,’ she said quietly. He stayed quiet for a moment making Daisy panic she’d gone and made the situation worse until he said, ‘don’t worry about it. She’s like a bad knut, always showing up where she’s not wanted.’

‘Right,’ Daisy mumbled. pausing for a moment before she decided she might as well disturb him once more, ‘Sirius?’

‘What Dais?’ he asked wearily.

‘Thanks.’

‘For what?’ he replied confused.

‘Just thanks,’ she said. He paused wondering if she was going to elaborate any further but she didn’t, whatever worries seemingly covered and so he settled down, closing his eyes as he waited to slip back into the deep slumber he’d been in. He was just on the edge, his breathing evening out as he felt sleep pull at him when she said his name once more.

‘What Dais?’ he grumbled rolling onto his back though as he saw her looking down on him, panic in her big green eyes he sat up in a flash, ‘Dais?’

‘Sirius,’ said her eyes frantic as she failed to get out what was the matter.

‘What is it?’ he asked as he scrambled up off the floor though he didn’t need much of an explanation as even in the low light he could see the grey t-shirt she was wearing was quickly turning a deeper colour as wet patches started to soak through the material.

‘I think I’m bleeding,’ she whispered. ‘Let me get James,’ Sirius said, moving towards where his friend was sleeping soundly in the next bed only to be yanked back as she said in a loud whisper, ‘no you can’t!’

‘Dais you’re bleeding,’ Sirius said, his brows knitting together in confusion, ‘you need help.’

‘I’ll be fine. I just need you to help me to Madam Pomfrey,’ she said. 

‘But-’

‘Look, I don’t want anyone,’ she started her gaze flicking towards Remus’ sleeping form, ‘I don’t want anyone worrying.’

‘I don’t like this,’ Sirius grumbled though he started helping her out of bed anyway trying to ignore how the clean patches of material were becoming fewer by the second as she clambered out of bed, leaning against him for support. By now she had sobered up considerably, whatever remnants of drunkenness being quickly swept away as the pain from her abdomen worsened with every step not that she allowed herself to complain about it as not to wake the room. In fact she didn’t even recall either of them taking a breath until they were out through the portrait hole, the pair of them too nervous to make a sound. Though it would probably have been less painful to go at her own pace she didn’t bother trying to slow him down, instead opting to let him grip her tight around the waist and drag her along beside him, her ankle twinging and blood whooshing in her ears with every step. The doors to the hospital wing were locked when they eventually got there but Sirius tried to open them anyway before banging on them loudly with the hand that wasn’t gripping Daisy’s waist.

As they waited for Madam Pomfrey to appear she looked down, hoping the damage wouldn’t be too bad. The once grey t-shirt was now black, the blood having soaked through almost everywhere. Daisy frowned, ‘I’ve ruined your shirt.’

‘Dais,’ Sirius said, his face remaining stony though he didn’t look down at her, ‘now is really not the time.’

‘Right,’ she said shaking her head as one of the large wooden doors swung open and revealed a sour-faced Madam Pomfrey wrapped up in a burgundy dressing gown. 

‘Mr Black, Miss Evans, what can I, oh-’ she said, stopping in her tracks as she noticed the blood on the front of Daisy’s t-shirt before she quickly beckoned them inside. With Sirius’ help Daisy moved onto the nearest bed whilst Madam Pomfrey immediately set to work, peeling back the now sodden layers of clothes and bandages from Daisy’s abdomen before she set to work cleaning the wounds. Sirius winced at the sight not that Daisy noticed given her eyes were scrunched up tightly in an attempt not to cry.

‘It appears your wounds have reopened Daisy,’ Madam Pomfrey sighed, ‘but not to worry. I can patch them up in a jiffy.’ 

‘Did I do something wrong?’ Daisy asked, opening her eyes and looking at the older witch. She looked as though she was going to say something but thought changed her mind, eyeing the pair of them suspiciously before she said, ‘Mr Black. I noticed quite the trail of blood from the door and up the corridor, would you see to it?’ 

‘But Madam Pomfrey-’ Sirius protested. 

‘That wasn’t a request,’ Madam Pomfrey added curtly. Sirius’ gaze fell on Daisy for a moment, worry in the pit of his stomach, before he nodded and stalked off to scourgify the from the hospital wing to the common room. 

Madam Pomfrey didn’t look up as Sirius left, continuing to work in diligent silence, cleaning and reapplying essence of dittany to Daisy’s wounds before wrapping them back up in fresh, clean bandages. Daisy let her work, trying to ignore the pain in her abdomen that fortunately started to ease the longer she worked. Eventually the older witch tapped her shoulder and when she opened her eyes she found her looking down on her with a kind smile, a cup of bubbling green liquid in her hand that she offered out to Daisy who took it, necking it down without question.

‘Thanks,’ Daisy said as she choked the last of it down, trying not to retch at the putrid taste.

‘It’ll help with the pain,’ Madam Pomfrey replied.

‘The quicker the better,’ Daisy said as her hand went absent mindedly to the bandages.

‘It doesn’t mean they won't still be tender for the next few days but they are healing well,’ Madam Pomfrey answered.

‘I thought so too then just,’ Daisy said, miming explosion in front of her abdomen. 

‘Well there are many things that can cause these things to recur,’ the other witch said gravely.

‘I didn’t know that,’ Daisy admitted. 

‘Yes well, it’s always good to be mindful of taking care of yourself when injured. For example, no heavy lifting or vigorous exercise,’ the nurse said casually. She wasn’t looking at her, too busy flourishing her wand over Daisy’s t-shirt which instantly started to clean itself, returning to the light grey colour it had been. As she handed it back to Daisy she laughed.

‘You obviously don’t know me Madam Pomfrey. I’m not an athletic person,’ she said as. 

‘Yes well, there are other things that can cause it...I noticed you arrived with Mr Black,’ she said letting the insinuation dangle in the air. For a moment Daisy didn’t comprehend but as her words settled in she flushed deep crimson and stuttered, ‘Madam Pomfrey I can hand on heart tell you that nothing like...that.’

‘Hmm,’ she said, eyeing the young blond sceptically.

‘Madam Pomfrey I swear,’ Daisy promised.

‘Very well given that you’re so insistent I will believe you. I will also pretend to ignore the whiff of fire whiskey on your breath as I’m sure you would never part take given the fact that alcohol can severely impair how much you bleed should you hurt yourself,’ Madam Pomfrey finished looking at Daisy pointedly. Daisy nodded meekly and took another sip of her medicine before she said, ‘you’re not going to tell Professor McGonagall are you?’ 

‘No,’ Madam Pomfrey said with a wry smile, ‘but I will have to insist you do not overexert yourself in the coming days.’

‘So maybe not walk to the Quidditch pitch and back like I did today?’ Daisy asked. 

‘Precisely,’ she said with a smile though her attention flicked from Daisy as she noted Sirius coming back through the doors looking particularly put out.

‘Mr Black,’ Madam Pomfrey greeted, ‘I take it the corridors are sparkling.’ 

‘Yes no thanks to that damned cat,’ Sirius grumbled. Daisy giggled, wondering what Mrs Norris had done now. 

‘Well, Miss Evans is all shipshape now and if you would be so kind as to escort her back to Gryffindor Tower,’ she said.

‘I don’t have to stay?’ Daisy asked, not realising just how relieved she was by the prospect of not having to spend the night in the hospital wing.

‘Not unless you have a burning desire to but any concerns, straight back here okay?’ she said. Daisy nodded, ‘and come back tomorrow and we can have those casts off.’ 

‘Brilliant!’ Daisy said hopping off the bed, feeling much better than when she had gotten on.

Sirius smiled as she moved towards him, holding an arm out so that he could hold onto it for support which she did so thankfully, though as they trotted back to Gryffindor tower, holding onto him she couldn’t help but think of Madam Pomfrey’s words. It made her stomach flutter. Noticing how still she had become Sirius looked at her and said, ‘you okay?’ 

‘Fine,’ Daisy said, trying to shake her thoughts out of her head. 

‘Sure?’ he asked, Daisy nodded trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. They walked the long corridors without saying much else until finally, they reached the portrait hole, with Sirius muttering ‘Liquorice wand,’ so that the Fat Lady would let them inside. They clambered in through the hole and walked across the common room reaching the stairs but as Sirius went to go up the boy's staircase, Daisy in tow, she pulled back. He turned to look at her confused. 

‘What’s up?’ he asked. 

‘Nothing,’ Daisy lied, those butterflies resurfacing as he looked at her with concern, ‘I just think I should probably go back to my own bed.’ 

‘Oh,’ Sirius said, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to him.

‘I mean I’m sober now a-and I probably should clean up,’ she said gesturing to the joggers spattered with blood drops that Madam Pomfrey hadn’t tackled, ‘besides I bet you’re ready for your own bed rather than the floor.’

‘Yeah,’ Sirius said though his tone seemed off. 

‘Well, night then,’ she said awkwardly, but as she went to head up the girl’s staircase she was pulled back and before she knew what was happening she found Sirius’ arms around her, pulling her close to his chest. Daisy allowed her arms to snake around him too and they stood like that for a moment, Daisy tucked under his chin comfortably, before he pulled back and smiled at her fleetingly. 

‘Night Dais,’ he said and before she could reply he dashed up the boy’s staircase leaving Daisy standing there perplexed. 

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When Daisy awoke the next morning she felt as though she’d hit by a truck. As she tried to push herself up in bed she found her head was pounding, the blood whooshing in her ears in a way that made her feel as though she might be sick as did the way her mouth felt as though she’d licked the inside of Lily’s cats litter box. She didn’t get very far before she collapsed back, holding her head in the hopes it’d stop pounding. Though as she lay there she could hear movement growing ever closer before she hear Alice say from less than a meter away, ‘ah, the princess awakens.’

‘About time,’ Marlene said. 

‘Guys don’t,’ Daisy said, not bothering to open her eyes and look at them. 

‘Don’t what?’ Marlene’s voice said from somewhere nearer than before. 

‘Do this?’ Alice asked and before Daisy could ask what they were on top of her, jumping up and down and making it rock like a boat in a storm. It was enough to make her instantly awaken, sitting upright as she tried to quell the swell of nausea that washed over her at the rocking. As she covered her mouth the girls stopped, dropping down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

‘Glad you’re enjoying yourselves,’ Daisy grumbled. 

‘They’re not the only ones by the looks of things,’ Lily said emerging from the bathroom and looking at her sister with a disapproving stare. 

‘Well I’m paying for it now Lil,’ Daisy said grimly. 

‘Good,’ Lily said seriously as she moved towards her dresser, pulling her clothes from it as she got ready.

‘Oh charming,’ Daisy said. She knew her sister wouldn’t approve, hence why the boys had taken her back to their dorm last night, and normally she’d allow her sister to give her a lecture but in her hungover, mangled state she was finding it hard pretend to care.

‘Come on Lil it’s just a bit of fun,’ Alice reasoned, ‘even you seemed to have a good time at the post-match party.’ 

‘Within limits,’ the redhead said sitting on her bed as she started to dress. 

‘Well, you’ve got to test them to find them right Dais?’ Marlene said getting and walking over to her bed. 

‘And stumbling in at four o’clock in the morning is testing them?’ Lily said. 

‘I didn’t stumble in,’ Daisy said defensively. 

‘Well you kind of did,’ Alice said, smiling apologetically at Daisy who scowled at her. 

‘If you must know,’ Daisy said, slinking off the bed and moving towards where her sister was sitting, buttoning up her shirt though she looked up as Daisy appeared, ‘the only reason I stumbled in, if I did, which is still to be proven, was because I was in pain after being in the hospital wing. And before any of you ask I’m fine.’

‘What happened?’ Lily asked worriedly, her disapproving look thawing at her sister’s words.

‘My wound opened up but Madam Pomfrey patched me up good and proper so there’s nothing to worry about,’ Daisy said curtly.

‘You’re sure?’ Alice said with concern.

‘Yeah,’ she said though as they all looked at her with the same look of worry splashed on their faces she felt guilt wash over her and the distinct need to flee to the safety of the bathroom, ‘now if you’ll all excuse me I think I need a wash.’ 

And with that Daisy strutted out of the room leaving the girls looking at one another with worried looks. The room was silent until finally, Marlene said, ‘was it just me or was she wearing boy’s clothes?’ 

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So this is gonna sound really random but can you write a smut with Bucky x female reader where she's giving him head under a desk or a table or smth and one avenger (steve or sam or someone else) walks in on them and are oblivious to what's happening so Bucky gets really flustered trying to act normal and after they leave, Bucky gets his revenge with the reader 😈 Love your fics btw :3 Sorry if this is too long lol

First of all, thank you so much for this I am OBSESSED, poor Steve though! 💕 I imagined this as Beefy!Bucky bc honestly he’s my favourite and that red shirt makes me wanna sin 😩 Absolutely loved writing this, I hope you like it!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it), edging, multiple orgasms, oral (m and f receiving), size kink, fingering, implied voyeurism, Bucky is the king of pet names, degradation, praise kink, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, literally just complete filth with a lil nod to some aftercare at the end

Summary: You tease Bucky during a briefing so you suck his dick in the conference room to make up for it. Steve walks in and you just continue under the table. When he leaves, Bucky teaches you that there is such a thing as too much pleasure.

Minors, do not interact

“You’re such a damn tease, do you know that?” Bucky hissed, his lips devouring yours like a man possessed. Despite how wound up you had got him you could still feel the corners of his mouth pulled tight into a little smile.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You laughed, feigning innocence as his hungry lips moved to your neck, placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your delicate skin.

“You know. Exactly. What you did.” His voice was barely a whisper against your skin, punctuating every few words with another needy kiss. Without you even realising it, he had managed to back you up against the huge conference table, one strong arm on either side of your body, fencing you in. Your little chuckle at how needy Bucky had become quickly turned into a gasp as his teeth grazed your neck gently. It was true though, you had known exactly what you were doing during your last mission briefing in this same room, only minutes before.

While Fury had been briefing you, Steve and Bucky about your next mission, you had been teasing Bucky under the table. It had started innocently enough, with your hand just resting on his knee but it didn’t take long for your hand to wonder, tracing little shapes on his thigh with your fingertips. He had hardly noticed it at first, too focused on what Fury was saying but he started to get distracted when your hands began tracing higher, fingers digging in to the firm muscle of his thighs over his jeans. He had shot you a confused look but you refused to look at him, running your fingers over the rapidly tightening denim on his crotch instead. Bucky had just sat back in his chair and smirked, knowing that Fury was wrapping up and that he would be able to get you back soon enough. Unfortunately for him, right before Fury dismissed you all, Maria Hill burst through the door with some new information, meaning you had to hang about for an extra half hour while she and Fury discussed how best to proceed. Your torment on Bucky became relentless with everyone else distracted. You had been able to get him completely hard, squeezing his thick cock through his jeans, leaving him doing his very best to stifle the little moans that threatened to spill from his lips. The real torture came when you leaned forward, knowing that Fury, Maria and Steve were all deep in conversation, pressing your lips to Bucky’s ear.

“Gonna suck you so good when we get out of here. I’m dying to have that huge dick down my throat.” You had breathed so only Bucky could hear while still massaging him through his jeans. After what felt like a life time for poor Bucky, your mission plan was updated and everyone else filed out, leaving you in the conference room with an exceptionally wound up boyfriend. That was how you had ended up in the position you were in now, with Bucky desperate and needy.

“You that much of a slut for my cock you couldn’t even wait until the meeting was over? You gonna put that filthy mouth to good use or what?” Bucky asked with a confident smirk that could’ve made your knees weak.

“Of course Sargent.” Came your little giggle, making him huff out a moan in response, loving how his title fell from your lips. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you quickly unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping his fly and pulling the fabric down his legs. His boxers were tented deliciously, his erection so close to your face it made your mouth water. He couldn’t help but cup your face lovingly with both his huge hands, drawing your attention to the damp spot in the front of the material where his precum had soaked through. Tentatively, you reached up, pulling the boxers down to join his jeans, noting how his cock sprung free. Bucky didn’t miss how you licked your lips at the sight in front of you, loving how obsessed you were with his size. Everything about him was essentially perfect to you but you couldn’t deny he had to most amazing cock you had ever seen. He was long and so damn thick, perfect blue veins popping along his length, precum making his swollen tip slick.

“You gonna unbutton that blouse for me a bit doll, wanna see what you’ve got on underneath.” He coaxed, metal thumb stroking lovingly along your cheekbones. You nodded and worked at your buttons quickly, undoing the top three, pulling the loose material away to expose the black lace bra you had chosen that morning. Bucky hummed appreciatively, your hands trailing up his huge bare thighs before grasping his stiff cock, pumping it a couple of times, making the super solider’s breath hitch in his throat. You had hardly even touched him yet and he still looked absolutely wrecked, his lips were so plump and slick from their assault on your neck and his eyes so dark with need.

“May I taste you Sargent?” You asked quietly, voice barely above an innocent whisper, eyes trained on the bead of precum gathering at his tip as you stroked him.

“Yes baby doll, you may.” He smirked, trying to stay composed as your lips wrapped around his tip, tongue sliding over the slick head of his cock, the salty taste of his precum filling your mouth. He couldn’t help the little strangled moan that you tore from his throat as your tongue flicked sinfully against him.

“Feels so good baby doll.” He managed to groan out, head thrown back in pleasure. “Sweet little mouth feels like Heaven. God, can’t wait to be buried in the back of that throat. Gotta work you up to that though angel, can’t let you take too much at once.” The filth he spewed while you sucked him always had you clenching your legs together to stifle your own need. While Bucky was always vocal in bed, he was most talkative when you were giving him a blowjob, needing to make sure you knew how good you were making him feel. “Pretty mouth is so hot and wet for me angel, nearly feels as good as that little pussy of yours, sucking me so good princess, doing so well for me.” He praised, making you push your head down to take more of him down your throat. You loved seeing him like this, his huge body completely at your mercy. You knew he’d do anything you asked when he was like this so long as you promised to keep working him with your tongue. Looking up at him, you pulled in a deep breath through your nose before taking as much of his length in your mouth as you could. A strangled cry left his parted lips, flesh fingers twisting in your hair, doing his absolute best not to thrust against your mouth until you were ready. You pulled back, swirling your tongue around the tip so you could catch a breath before sinking back down once more.

“Shit toots, you feel amazing, you know that? It’s like that mouth of yours was made to suck my cock. Can hardly fuckin’ think straight angel. You see what you do to me? Got me so worked up.” He encouraged, your hand pumping the rest of his length that couldn’t fit in your mouth. As you pulled back up, a thin trail of saliva connected his dark tip to your lips, drawing another moan from him. “Look so beautiful like this baby, such a pretty little thing on your knees for me. My slut just can’t help herself, can she? Bet you spent that whole briefing soaking through your panties just thinking about my cock.” Somehow the little degradations he threw at you in the middle of the praise made you even wetter than you were before.

“Love your cock Sargent Barnes, need it so bad. Need to taste you, wanna feel you cum down my throat.” You gasped out before sinking back down on him, pumping your hand in time with your mouth.

“Is that right doll face?” He beamed, sounding like he was barely holding it together. You hummed out a little moan in response and he gave you a filthy smirk, gripping the back of your neck to press you down gently on his cock. “Ah ah ah toots, don’t talk with your mouth full. You know I taught you better than that. Look so pretty with a mouth full of cock, such a good girl, taking me so well sweetheart.” His little praises only encouraged you to suck harder, working him for all you were worth.

“Shit doll, so close, jus’ like that princess.” He mumbled after a few minutes but before you could help him finish, you heard the distinct sound of heavy footsteps approaching the door. Bucky rushed to pull his jeans up, sitting down in a chair while you hid under the conference table. Neither of you would’ve had time to dress yourselves back up, your blouse was still hanging open, as were his jeans but with you tucked under the table, no one would ever see the disheveled state you were both in. Bucky ran a hand through his long hair as the door opened, pulling in a shaky breath to steady himself.

“There you are Buck, I was looking for you. Wanted to run through the extraction plan with you one more time.” You heard Steve’s voice boom from the door, praying Bucky would be able to convince him to leave. Your heart pounded in your chest thinking about how Bucky didn’t have many good options for excuses right now. He couldn’t say anything that would make Steve suspicious, or make him come close enough to notice his undone jeans.

“Now isn’t really the best time Steve, maybe later?” Bucky suggested, praying the dark flush of his cheeks wasn’t as obvious as it felt.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only take a minute.” Steve promised, closing the door behind him and taking a seat at the other side of the huge table. Steve started to discuss everything Fury had run through with the three of you, making sure he had all the details right. Bucky was practically twitching in his seat, the sharp edge of the orgasm he had been so close to was beginning to fade. Steve just kept talking, barely even taking a pause to breathe, with Bucky giving very little input, keeping his hands clasped tightly in front of his open trousers. You knew you absolutely shouldn’t make this any worse for him but God, the thought of getting caught by Steve was actually quite exciting. Without taking the time to talk yourself out of it, you reached up and swatted Bucky’s hands from the front of his jeans, carefully untucking his hard cock. Inching forward on your knees, you settled between his spread legs, ignoring the warning look he was giving you. After a few gentle kitten licks to his tip, you forced his whole length as deep down your throat as you could manage, drawing a little hiss from the massive super soldier.

“You okay Buck?” Steve questioned thoughtfully, looking up from the file in front of him. You didn’t need to see him to know he probably had an eyebrow raised in concern.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Bucky choked out, trying to gather his thoughts enough to ask Steve a question about the mission, hoping it would draw his attention away your actions under the table. Your mouth was absolutely relentless on Bucky, licking, sucking, teasing, bobbing your head as quickly as you could without letting out too much noise. You knew under any other circumstances, the way you were working him would have had him cursing, head thrown back in pleasure as he practically fucked your face. Now though, he was completely at your mercy, trying to desperately stifle his filthy moans.

“Ah, sh-shit.” The huge dark haired soldier gasped softly, bucking his hips against your mouth, forcing your head down hard on his cock. You took everything he gave you, staying silent under the table.

“You sure you’re okay Bucky?” Steve questioned, sounding more worried than he had been the first time he had been forced to stop running through the mission plan. Bucky was practically lost in the back of your throat but he somehow managed to give a nod convincing enough to make Steve drop it. “But yeah, like I said, we really should consider moving in from the East, it would give us more cover and…” Steve continued, driving Bucky almost to distraction. He was right on the edge again, ready to cum any second and you were determined to make him, knowing he’d absolutely destroy you for it as soon as Steve left.

You gave it everything you had, bobbing your head in time with your hand as quickly as you could, Bucky knew what you were trying to do and did his absolute best to think of anything other than how good your hot little mouth felt but after he hit the back of your throat and felt you gag around him, your throat closing around his cock, squeezing him just right, he started cumming, with no end in sight. His orgasm was so intense after being practically edged earlier, feeling the shocks right to the very tips of his flesh fingers. Both hands were tangled in your hair, holding your head against him as he filled your mouth with rope after rope of hot cum, his huge body shuddering, hips grinding ever so slightly as he fucked himself through his orgasm. You swallowed everything he gave you except for one little dribble that had managed to escape your mouth. After pulling off his cock with a gentle pop, you took your thumb and collected the little drop of cum gathered at the side of your lips, sucking it into your mouth. The way he looked down at you, you knew you were going to be absolutely ruined by the end of the night, there was no doubt about that. His huge dick hadn’t even softened at all but you were used to that, it was one of the many perks of dating a super soldier. You tucked his still hard dick back into his jeans and buttoned him up, neither of you even noticing Steve hadn’t said anything in a good few minutes until Bucky looked up and saw him watching his friend expectantly.

“Think I’m having some tummy trouble Steve, not feeling great.” Bucky sounded so sincere, you had almost believed him. You smiled to yourself, noticing how easily he was able to come up with an excuse when your mouth wasn’t taking him to heaven and back.

“Oh okay, no worries, we can pick it back up later if you’re feeling better.” Steve nodded, gathering the papers together and tucking them back into the file.

“Thanks man, I’ll text you.” Bucky agreed and Steve nodded, turning to leave, closing the door behind him. Bucky hardly even waited to hear the soft thud of Steve’s footsteps before pulling you by your still open blouse from under the desk, pushing you back so you were sitting on top of it. “What the fuck was that?” He hissed, his mouth, biting roughly at your collarbones before you even knew what was going on. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Dumb little slut couldn’t go without my cock for ten fucking minutes. Just had to make me cum then and there? And you swallowed it all too? Greedy little cumwhore.” His words went straight to your cunt, already throbbing, practically dripping with need. “You’re not even gonna believe how many times I’m gonna make you cum, toots. You’re gonna be begging me to stop. You wanna be bad like that, I’ll make you regret it.” Without thinking, he pulled both sides of your blouse apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. His lips were all over you after that, both hands cupping your breasts through the pretty lace bra, mouth sucking dark hickeys over your skin.

After what felt like a lifetime, both his hands met at your back, unclasping your bra and pulling it off you to lie discarded on the floor with your blouse, hands then moving to unbutton your trousers, sliding them down your legs. “Gonna teach you a lesson doll.” His breath was hot against your neck, metal fingers trailing teasingly over your black lace panties. “Gotta teach you too much pleasure isn’t a good thing.” You gasped quietly, rutting against his fingers, loving how they nudged your clit just right. After being neglected for so long, even the slightest little touches felt amazing. “See? You’re still trying to fuck yourself against my hand. Just can’t get enough can you? Stupid little slut, just you wait. Gonna have you screaming. Right here on this table. Don’t care who sees. Cause you didn’t care either, did you doll? Didn’t care that Steve could’ve caught us? Just so long as you got a big load of cum shot down your throat.” Bucky only got filthier, encouraged by your needy whines and how your fingers were grasping his red top that you loved so much, drawing attention to the fact you were practically naked in front of him while he was still fully clothed. The realisation sent a shiver down your spine, making Bucky chuckle lowly in your ear.

“Please Bucky, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, feeling like you had been teased enough.

“For what toots?” He asked softly, holding your chin in his flesh hand while you rutted against his metal one.

“For being a little cumslut. I’m s-sorry I just… Needed to make you feel good.” You admitted, hoping he would take pity on you.

“Oh baby doll, it’s okay, I’m not mad at you. That perfect mouth did such a great job. But I still gotta teach you your lesson. You can’t pull shit like that and expect to not get punished.” He soothed and you nodded weakly in agreement. Without saying anything further, he plunged one metal finger roughly into your needy hole, making you squeal out. Without even giving you time to adjust to the first one, he pulled it out, thrusting back in with another. He knew how much you loved the metal fingers, enjoying how much heavier and thicker they felt inside you but you always needed some time to get accustomed to the stretch. You weren’t getting that luxury today though as he began to thrust them in and out of you roughly, tearing harsh sobs from your throat.

“Buck slow down please!” You squealed grasping his metal wrist, his eyes completely trained on the two metal digits slipping in and out of you effortlessly.

“Colour doll?” He asked, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from your needy pussy to your pretty face, absolutely adoring how it was already screwed up in pleasure.

“Green, so so green.” You gasped as he switched to a curling motion inside you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. “Ah, right there Buck, right there!” Your little gasps fuelled him, making him curl against you even faster.

“Oh baby, do my fingers feel that good? You’re close already toots, I can tell. You’re soaking my fucking hand babydoll, ready to cum already. Do it toots, cum for me. Gonna absolutely ruin you.” His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, fingers working you through the most intense orgasm. You ground yourself wildly on his hand, moaning quietly into his broad shoulder, unable to focus on anything except the sight of his fingers buried deep inside you. “So so pretty like that baby, did so well for me.” Bucky praised, fingers continuing to rub your walls even after you had come down from your high.

“You got another one in you doll? You’d better, cause I’m gonna make you keep cumming ‘til I think you’ve learned your lesson.” You squirmed under his touch but you couldn’t believe how wet you had become, thighs soaked with the evidence of your last orgasm as he tore another one from your body. The feeling of his metal palm grinding against your clit and his two fingers working inside you was only heightened by the fact you had already cum just a few minutes ago. “That feel good babydoll? You cumming on my fingers again? Silly little slut, you’re loving this aren’t you. Don’t worry doll, gonna keep going ‘til you can’t think of anything but me.” He hissed softly, rubbing you through the aftershocks of your second but equally intense orgasm. You didn’t even know it was possible to have two orgasms in such quick succession.

“Jesus Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to stay still despite how oversensitive you had become, knowing if you tried to pull away, he would force another orgasm from you as punishment. Without saying a word, the soldier pulled the metal digits from your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he sank to his knees in front of you, holding your thighs apart.

“Well baby doll, I didn’t think you could get any wetter but look at that.” He hummed, index finger of his flesh hand trailing lazily over your dripping core. “Such a pretty picture like this doll, wish I could stay down here forever.” He trailed his head up the inside of your thigh, his nose tickling your sensitive skin, slight dusting of his stubble almost burning you. “Mhm, smell so sweet for me doll. Bet you taste even better.” Before you could even register what he had said, you felt his tongue swipe up you in place of his finger. You gasped out, clutching his long dark hair, feeling his tongue absolutely everywhere at once. His broad tongue was pressed flat against you, lapping up your sweet juices but neglecting your clit, which you were thankful for in the meantime. His filthy moans only added to your pleasure, knowing he was truly loving licking up the mess he had made of you. It didn’t take him long to begin probing your needy hole with his tongue, pushing into you gently, groaning lewdly at the feeling of more of your wetness coating his tongue. “You’re the gift that keeps on fuckin’ giving.” He laughed quietly before going back to lapping at your pussy like a man starved. It didn’t take you long to get worked up once more under his skilled tongue, your body telling you it couldn’t handle more pleasure but craving it all the same.

“More Bucky, please, little harder.” You whimpered, pulling his head impossibly closer to your core. He chuckled deeply in response, pressing his lips to your swollen clit and sucking harshly, making you practically scream. “Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted, curses falling from your mouth like a prayer as he sucked on the sensitive nub, tongue flicking over it at the same time. Without removing his mouth from you, he shifted his flesh hand from your thigh, two fingers slipping into you again as he continued to suck brutally. He couldn’t remember his cock ever being this hard before. He was so hard it hurt but the look of complete and absolute pleasure on your face would have kept him neglecting his own needs for the rest of his life if it meant you stayed exactly how you were right then. Your hips were grinding against his face, practically using his tongue for your own pleasure, letting the drag of his fingers ease you into a third orgasm. This one had you screaming, clenching your trembling thighs around his head, unsure if you needed him to stop or give you more. Your head was flung backwards, back arched, arms braced on the cold wooden conference table as you rode out your high on the soldier’s unrelenting tongue. You were a babbling mess by the time Bucky chose to stop, the pleasure completely overwhelming you.

“Holy shit doll, you did so good for me.” His voice was so much softer, smiling at you lazily, his chin glistening with your juices as he brought himself back up from between your legs. You were thankful he allowed you a few moments to cling to him, comforted by his racing heart and familiar scent. “What’s wrong sweetheart, was that too much?” He quizzed softly, cradling your head close to his chest in his huge metal hand. You paused a moment before shaking your head no. “Good. Cause I know my good girl has one more left in her, doesn’t she? Jus’ know you can give me another orgasm and then I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson, sweet baby.” He cooed, looking down at you like you’d offered him the entire world.

“I don’t know Buck, ‘m tired.” You whined quietly, still throbbing from the last three unbearably powerful orgasms he had ripped from your body.

“Colour babydoll?” He asked quietly, still holding you tenderly like you were the most delicate piece of porcelain.

“Green Buck, I can do one more.” You nodded weakly.

“Gonna give me everything you’ve got toots? So so proud of you, just knew you’d be a good girl for me.” He soothed, unbuttoning his jeans once again. You whimpered even just at the thought of the pounding you were about to receive, somehow still ready for it even though your body was exhausted. Bucky didn’t take any time to prepare, pressing against you until your body gave in and accepted him. He hissed out at the squeeze of your walls around him, unable to think of anything but how wet you were.

“So fuckin’ perfect for me angel. Can feel your little pussy throbbing ‘round me. You know how good you are, taking all this for me? My best girl.” He hoped his words would distract you from the painful stretch of his cock inching into you. “You doing okay baby?” He asked, cupping your face once more. The pleading look in your eyes as you nodded made him weak. “Need you to use your words toots.” He whispered, finally fully seated inside you.

“Mhm, ‘m good.” You managed to whimper making him chuckle deeply, pulling back out until just his thick tip was left inside you before thrusting back in. And god did it make you groan.

“My sweet baby, did all the pleasure make you dumb? Did ya think I was just gonna let you have all that fun under the desk and not ruin you afterwards? Maybe next time you’ll think about the consequences before you do something silly like that.” He had established a decent pace while he had been growling in your ear, making you feel every last ridge and swollen vein of his dick. Your whines were weak, almost pathetic as his cock sank back into you, every thrust seemed more electric than the last. You almost hated how aroused you still were, completely torn between needing him to stop and needing him to give you more.

“Buck please,” you pleaded softly, biting into the thick muscle of his shoulder as he sped up his thrusts, clearly having neglected his own need for far too long.

“ ‘S okay baby doll, I’ll take care of you. Lemme look after you toots, gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good. You trust me, yeah?” He gripped your chin in his flesh hand, never once slowing down his thrusts. You could only nod, lips parted to let your little needy sobs escape as his metal fingers slipped back between your bodies to rub your clit once more. “You hear how wet that little pussy is? You hear how bad you needed this? You’ve been so good toots, so so good. Can’t get enough of this sweet pussy. So lucky my best girl is such a little whore for me. Couldn’t love you more doll, I swear.” This man was absolutely relentless. If you still had the mental clarity, you would probably have questioned whether his hands or his mouth were making you feel more sinful, but in that moment, you just didn’t care. “You gonna finish just one more time for me, sweets?” He questioned, a thin sheen of sweat evident on his forehead. You did your best to nod your head yes in spite of yourself, arching your back and letting out the lewdest moan as his fingers sped up against you.

“Good girl, such a good girl. Knew you’d be so good for me. Give it to me baby, stop holding back doll, cum for me.” He whispered, barely any louder than a growl against your neck. His breath was so hot and the whole room smelt like him, making your head swim. Your fourth orgasm had your legs shaking, Bucky fucking you through every last wave. The noises Bucky tore from you were nothing short of screams, curses mingled in between cries of his name.

“Yes, just like that toots, perfect, ah, fuck.” Bucky gasped before his hips began to stutter, fucking you full of cum. He was kind enough to still inside of you, not fucking you too hard through your aftershocks, knowing it would be almost painful if he did. You both clung together, bodies sweaty and spent, your chest heaving as Bucky finally pulled out, a little dribble of cum leaking out of you.

“Such a pretty sight.” Bucky whispered lovingly, kissing your forehead then stepping back to take in the result of all his hard work.

“Can we sleep Buck, please?” You asked quietly, looking forward to one of those blissful naps in Bucky’s arms.

“Course baby, anything you want.” He agreed with a little smile, dressing himself before helping you make yourself look as presentable as possible for the short walk back to your room. He was so gentle, even taking the time to find all the buttons that had popped off your blouse, knowing you would probably want to sew them back on. Bucky helped you off the conference table and onto your feet, your legs feeling almost numb. He helped you out the door, closing it behind him before a voice from down the hall made you both jump.

“ ‘Tummy trouble’ huh Buck?” Steve chuckled, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised in disapproval.

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[apompkwrites]

reader impact || first meeting

series masterlist characters: xiao, albedo genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: have i read a few genshin impact x game character reader stories and impulsively decided to make one too? maybe. you can't prove anything. i don't know if this will be a series but we'll see :D

xiao's playthrough -

xiao, named as alatus on his streaming platform, has made himself known as a gaming streamer with an awkward personality and blunt words.

he's the type of streamer who wouldn't have a set type of game and would, instead, play whatever his viewers recommended.

valorant? sure, he'll try it out.

hitman? why not?

animal crossing? it's a complete 180 from the other games, but sure.

when one of his viewers recommended genshin impact, he was quick to say yes and search for the game.

once the game finishes downloading, he quickly begins the game.

once the opening cutscene passes, he compliments the overall aesthetic of the game, pointing out the smaller details such as the footprints made by his character and the sound their clothes make when they move.

as always, his expressions are quite monotone to a point where it seems nothing draws his attention towards the game.

one of his mods, however, knows xiao well enough to where he knows which character he would like.

they convince xiao that the game is worth sticking with towards the second half of chapter 1, act 1.

he doesn't understand but he trusts his mods so he promises to continue.

it takes a few hours, especially because of the grinding, but a few streams later he's finally made it.

after fighting a one-sided argument with cloud retainer, he immediately begins his trek to the wangshu inn. and yes, trek, he enjoys walking/gliding through the world of teyvat rather than fast traveling everywhere.

he walks up the stairs to the top floor of the inn, resting his hands in his lap as the cutscene begins.

"to the blind, everything may not be as it appears..."

xiao is normally stoic during games, even ones with scenes made to fluster the player and catch them off guard.

but not this time.

once xiao's character is faced with yours, he just stops. his chat is spamming messages, asking if he's okay and if he's actually emoting for once.

he just stares at your character for a good five minutes.

and trust me, at least half of his viewers clipped that.

"... who are they?"

that was his only question after those minutes of silence. never before had he been attached to a character within the first few minutes of meeting them. his mind is racing and all he can think about is how amazing your character design is and how nice your voice is and how cool your character is and--

oh right, he's streaming right now...

anyway, the more your conversation goes on, the more he loves your character.

you're just so sassy and snappy but he loves you either way.

once you turn away with your back towards the camera, he just stares.

he stares at the intricate tattoo on your exposed arm and the mask hanging off of your belt.

and then you're gone.

his face drops so quickly and his viewers are very quick to point it out. he grimaces once paimon starts talking and he's very tempted to just speed through her dialogue.

he just wants to see you again.

once he hears from verr goldet that you've never smiled (at least around her), he immediately turns to the camera and says, "we better make them smile in this game."

once he finds out about your favorite food, he's already asking his viewers if he's able to get the recipe for it.

the next time he gets to talk to you, his face just lights up once he sees your character standing on the balcony.

however, once his characters tell you about rex lapis's death, his heart sinks when he hears how sad your voice becomes, even if your tone is still as harsh as before.

he gets all sad again when the quest ends and he has to wait to unlock the next archon quest.

he ends the game there and decides to spend the last few minutes talking to his viewers.

"i'll stream genshin again soon."

his viewers all know it's only because he met you.

albedo's playthrough -

albedo often does art streams and the occasional science-y stream.

if he does games, he mainly uses them to admire the art/mechanics of the gameplay.

genshin impact was one of those games he decided to play on his own solely because of the beautiful scenary.

(and the opportunity to draw more characters).

he's definitely the player that cares about elemental reactions above all else. pretty much every character he uses is built for elemental damage instead of physical.

most of his genshin streams are him walking around teyvat and pointing out the scenary.

he was definitely excited for the dragonspine event because that meant a better view of teyvat!

what he wasn't prepared for, however, was the reveal of a new character: you.

he isn't too into looking at the updates for genshin on his own, so he didn't find out about who you were until his stream asked about it.

he decided to react to the newest updates live since his chat seemed excited to hear his input.

once he pulled up the latest update details, he spent a few minutes talking about the new subzero mechanic.

but once he scrolled down to the characters... OH BOY

he's able to keep his composure but he definitely spends longer talking about you.

he almost gasped when he saw you were the chief alchemist of mondstadt.

combine that with the fact that you rely on elemental damage instead of physical...

your honor, he's fallen hard.

he'll put a countdown on stream to when your character and event drops, even on his non-genshin streams.

speaking of those streams, on the week just before your event, his streams will all be based around you and the information he's seen on you.

his art streams will consist of you and how he thinks your attacks will work just based on the description (he purposely avoided all pictures of your attacks for this stream).

his science-y streams would probably be based on your element.

once your event drops, that's the only thing he'll stream until it's over.

your assistant used to be his favorite character to play as but they just never clicked. it's not like he hates your assistant, it's just he didn't immediately fall in love with them.

his party definitely has your assistant in it, though.

he would have normally taken his time to look around dragonspine and admire the new scenery, but he couldn't help but speed through it until he finally gets to see you onscreen.

once the cutscene officially introduces you in front of a canvas, he's internally panicking.

you like art too?! and science?! how perfect can you be?!?!?!

he will genuinely feel bad when he scares the hilichurls because he knows that that's what you were sketching.

"who are you? why did you alarm them?"

NOW HE FEELS EVEN WORSE

even when you tell him you've finished sketching, he wants to make it up to you :((

if he were able to, he would've lured more hilichurls to let you sketch more.

some people in his chat would probably spam him to skip your dialogue because it's so wordy, but that's the exact reason why he listens to it all.

he likes listening to your character ramble on, especially because you have a soothing voice.

anytime your character does their idle animation where you give life to something, he will always let it play. even if your dialogue is finished before the animation, he would not progress until it's completed.

once your character asks for help, he would immediately agree before you finished your sentence.

man just wants to spend more time with you.

he likes staring at the tattoo on your neck whenever the camera is close to you. he just thinks it's really pretty on you.

once your other nonplayable assistant begins talking, he'll skip through the dialogue. he doesn't care if it goes more in depth into this world's alchemy, he just wants to hear it from you.

"hmm, looks like the potion's ready. i'll try a little first."

"please don't..."

he doesn't want you to try it just in case it hurts you :(

anytime he is allowed to walk freely with you around, he'd definitely put his traveler character next to you for a few minutes and just let you two stare at each other.

someone asks him why he spends a few minutes doodling on his desk when you talk.

he shows them the notebook that he had been writing notes in. it's filled with little doodles of you and some more information you give on the world of alchemy.

for future streams the involve you, he'd set up another camera to show the notes and doodles he's making about you.

sometimes he'll spend a few minutes on a single section where the camera is focused on you just to recreate the picture in the notebook.

he absolutely loves whoever planned out the camera angles because of how cute you look in every one of them.

he definitely gets a bad vibe from rosaria when she hints at the fact that you may be using alchemy against him.

he will defend you and alchemy to his grave!

that one scene where you create a flower in front of you is one he will always treasure.

he makes sure someone clipped that moment just so he can draw that, make it a print, and put it on his wall.

since most of his viewers most likely consist of artists, he will encourage them to draw you and send him fanart. he will put them all on a wall and dedicate every picture that goes there to you.

"if i one day lose control... destroy mondstadt... as well as everything around it..."

"huh?"

"will you be there to stop me?"

"wait... no."

if people were only listening to that portion, they would still be able to hear the pout on his face.

he'll end the game there but change his stream into an impromptu art stream.

he will only be drawing you in nice situations to distract himself from the fact that there is something going on with you.

"hm? what do you mean something's wrong with (name)? i have no idea what you're talking about."

poor boy's in denial...

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[harrysgoldenline]

can you pls write an angst where y/n went to her and harry's house that they bought or something like that in Italy to try to move on and go on with her life after harry broke up with her but then she never expected that harry will be there as well with his new gf.... you can end it whatever you like!! thank you

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: idk, sad I guess? also not proof read oops sorry lol

When In Italy

It has been three months since you’ve last seen or spoken to Harry. A very abrupt change after being together for four years, with constant talk of marriage and starting a family, the break up was something either of you really expected. It started as a break of sorts, eventually turning into a complete break up after only a couple weeks in a somewhat mutual way. With Harry's career taking off in so many different ways, with acting, the new tour and more, his life had changed completely and has left him very little time for anything else.

It went from daily phone and FaceTime calls, constant text messages and flowers being delivered to nothing.

“You really think that’s a good idea?” Your best friend asked you, concern plastered all over her face, “that won’t bring up too much?”

She had been sitting with you as you finished packing up your suitcase, trying her best to give you her support as you were going to be going on a spur of the moment trip to Italy and staying at the home of you and Harry, needing the much needed getaway and disconnecting completely. Seeing different things online about him all the time didn’t make it any easier and no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, he always found his way to pop up.

“I just need a break, everything here is a reminder to.” You sigh, “I just want a change of scenery. I think it’ll be good for me.”

“I hope so…” she frowned, looking up at you with a sad smile, “please don’t just sit there in the house all alone. Go out, meet some local Italian men!”

“I’m definitely not ready for that.” You say, forcing a laugh as you close your suitcase, zipping it up and placing it on the floor by your door, “but I will really try, I promise. I will call you if I need you and you can come out?”

“Hell yeah I can.” She laughs, standing up and giving you a hug, “and you’re really going right now?”

You bite your bottom lip as your eyes fill up with tears, nodding quickly as you look at her and she quickly pulled you in a tight hug.

“You can do this.”

***

You pulled your suitcase through the front door, waving goodbye to the driver as you turned around to close the door behind you as they left you alone in the house that has so many memories inside. You pause at the door, taking a couple deep breaths as you look around and try and keep your mind at bay before walking to the guest bedroom, deciding the main bedroom was too much and the guest bedroom was already way nicer than your apartment.

After taking the time to unpack, knowing you would stay awhile, you put away your things into the various drawers and closet in the room. You keep out a swimsuit and change into it quickly, sliding a simple dress overtop before walking out onto the balcony attached to the bedroom, taking in the smell of the ocean and beautiful view, memories overwhelming your senses.

“Well don’t you look absolutely stunning.” You can practically hear him say all over again, reliving the memory as if it was actually happening, “ ‘m the luckiest man in the world.”

You remember him coming up behind you, arms tight around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder, soft kisses being pressed along your shoulder as you leaned back into him, a large smile covering both of your faces before you leaned your head back, connecting your lips before he pulled back.

“I can’t decide…” He had whispered, connecting your lips again.

“Decide what?” You had giggled, turning around to face him, arms resting around his shoulders as his came around your waist.

“If I want to get married here or have our honeymoon here.”

You shuddered slightly as the memory came back, letting out a deep breath before packing a beach bag quickly and leaving the house just as fast, taking a walk down to the private beach and settling yourself in a lounge chair. Applying your sunscreen you could almost convince yourself it was him applying it on you like he always would do, large hands massaging it into your skin.

You push the thought away as you grab your phone, playing music softly to try and distract your mind. Your fingers hovered over your different social media apps, wanting desperately to just give it a quick click, wondering if you could get any update on where he could be from his fans, posts always finding their way on your feed. Instead, you hold it down, deleting all of the various apps and throwing your phone down on your bag, grabbing your book and letting the music play, opening to the first page to try and escape into the new world.

***

After a few hours been spent peacefully on the beach, you decided to head back to the house to take a nice bubblebath and order yourself some dinner, deciding that you would go to town the next morning in order to cook some of your own meals. The walk back to the house was more enjoyable this time and you began to feel a sense of hope as you approached the house, your heart not clenching in as much pain as it originally had done when you first pulled up to the house earlier that day.

Using your keys, you unlocked the back door, locking it behind you again as soon as you got inside, making your way to the bathroom right away and letting the water fill up the bathtub, pouring in some of the fancy bubblebath that you remember buying once from your favorite boutique in town, making a mental note to stop there again tomorrow.

Discarding your clothes, you hung them up, deciding you could use it once more as a cover up after not even going into the water, and you honestly didn’t even have the energy to even think about doing laundry right now, even simply showering was too much most days so you were happy to submerge yourself simply into the warm water, eyes fluttering closed as it embraced you with it’s comfort.

You began preparing yourself a mental list of things you could do tomorrow, forcing yourself to get out of the house and keep yourself occupied after locking yourself away in your apartment the past few months, planning on taking baby steps but knowing that even starting will be more like a push off a cliff.

Pulling yourself out of the bath once finishing cleansing your body, deciding to save washing your hair for the next day, you pulled yourself out of the bath, honestly just wanting to curl up into bed and go to sleep but knowing you needed to force yourself to eat something. So, you dry off, applying some matching lotion to your body, which made you feel a sense of pride of yourself as you made small steps to take care of yourself again, thanking the air of Italy as self motivation and threw on the robe that you swear was the softest one in the world.

A sudden sound coming from the house made you jump, a hand coming over your chest to try and calm your racing heart as your mind tried to think of all of the possibilities of who could be there, or maybe it was coming outside? Or honestly at this point you thought it could be your imagination as the memories that have been flashing into your mind have been so vivid it felt like it was actually happening. Your feet softly padded on the wood flooring, making your way to what you thought was the site of the sound, feeling bile rise in your throat at the sight before you.

It was Harry there, with one of the most beautiful women you had ever seen in your life, laughing together.

You weren’t sure if they saw you, both of their hair wet as towels wrapped around them and it seemed like they had just got back from the beach, making you think that you must have just missed each other as you swapped positions. You slowly walk backwards, thinking of running out the back towards the beach and calling a car, leaving all of your clothes there.

You could see slightly into the master bedroom, seeing their suitcases sprawled and things laid on the couch as they chatted together, knowing they must have arrived when you were down at the beach, your presence unknown as all of your things sat seemingly hidden in the guest room which you were now desperately trying to go and hide in, but after it being too log since you been here, you accidentally ran into the wall, a photo that was hanging there crashing to the floor, glass shattering.

Two heads quickly snapped their way towards you, both pairs of eyes meeting yours as gasps left both of their lips, Harry’s face going pale as he saw you. You opened your mouth to speak, but with this being your first time seeing your partner since the breakup, no words were able to come out.

Spinning on your heel your ran back into the guest bedroom, pulling the suitcase out of the closet and messily shoving all of your clothes into it, tears stinging your eyes and unable to hold them in as they silently spilling on you cheeks, more coming as you heard the familiar steps coming your way, feeling the presence behind you and hearing the door shut softly behind you.

“Y/N?”

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Part 2 anyone???

ALSO PLEASE READ THIS!!

I was wondering what people would think about me doing personalized little blurbs/imagines for people who donate to my tip jar? you could give me your name, prompt, pronouns, etc and i will write it just for you!! :) i’m trying to write more and it’s hard bc i’m a broke college student who needs to work but if people who WANT a personalized little fic with bucky or harry or something with their own name and such maybe I could do something like that? of course I will still be doing all normal requests and such but this way it’s kinda like a one time patreon for people who want to do something like that? idk please comment/send me a message/ask and let me know what you think!!!! let’s talk!

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[insertdisc5]

Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

[kerie-prince]

forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

—

“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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promposals

rowaelin month - september 1st

prompt: i just realized i’m desperately in love with you 

hey guys!! it’s finally rowaelin month and i’m literally so excited you have no idea. sadly, i don’t have time to do every day but i’ll do as many as i can. i can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with. happy writing/reading! (this is just some straight fluff) 

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The school was abuzz, anticipation hung thick in the hallways during each passing period. It had been that way for a week or so now with prom on the horizon. Everyone was constantly on high alert for the next promposal, most desperately hoping it would be their own. Girls hung around their lockers inconspicuously for far longer than necessary and boys tried to play it cool while secretly fretting over who to ask and how to do it.

Rowan was over it pretty quickly, but he’d likely have to suffer through the next month of promposal after promposal. Today was no different, there was an asking in the parking lot before school, one in his first-period English class, another in the hallway after. He couldn’t escape it. 

Thankfully, Rowan wasn’t quite as grumpy as he used to be due to a certain blonde worming into his life a few years ago but he was still Rowan. Sullen and reserved as ever. That fateful blonde being the only one to draw him from his shell. 

Rowan sighed, aimlessly scrolling around on his phone. It was the passing period before his 3rd-period class, AP Biology, and Rowan was leaning against Aelin’s locker.

Aelin always stopped by her locker after her photography class to put her camera away and then they’d head to class together. It was their routine, the same every day. Not yet broken during their entire senior year which was quickly coming to a close. That was a subject Rowan didn’t want to broach though.

He cleared his head of those unsavory thoughts. Rowan could tell yet another proposal was gearing up, Ilias came around the corner holding a poster board in one hand and a bouquet of assorted flowers in the other. At that moment too, Aelin turned the corner, giving Rowan a small smile as she hurried towards him. 

Rowan’s cold resting face tugged into a smirk as she approached her already open locker. Rowan always took it upon himself to open it for her in advance, Aelin tended to fumble with the locks that required a specific number combination and artful twisting. 

As Aelin stored away her camera and shut her locker door with a thud, a gasp down the hallway had them both turning around. 

Ansel was there, her hand cupping her mouth, clearly unsuspecting of Ilias and his proposal. They both watched as Ansel excitedly agreed to prom with Ilias and took the flowers from his outstretched hand, pulling him into a hug. 

Aelin turned her attention away from the happy couple and began to walk towards their next class, Rowan following suit. They progressed for a bit in silence until Aelin spoke up. 

“I hope Chaol asks me to prom soon,” she confessed. 

Rowan almost choked, that single sentence baffling him. “Chaol?” He asked incredulously. 

“Or Dorian,” Aelin shrugged, crossing her arms in front of her. Rowan was suddenly feeling very panicked, like a fish that had accidentally discovered land, flopping around in search of water in a frenzy. To say he felt confused was an understatement. Rowan hadn’t given prom much of his brainpower. He hadn’t even considered asking anyone. He’d just assumed he’d go with Aelin. Why would he have thought otherwise? They did everything together; he’d expected prom would be no different.

When they sat down at their blacktop table in biology Rowan silently floundered as he tried to think over this revelation. Why would Aelin want to go with someone else? Usually, before class started, he and Aelin would joke around until the teacher told them it was time to reel it in but today Rowan stared ahead, picking at the skin of his thumb. A nervous tick he’d developed throughout high school. 

Should he ask someone else then? He couldn’t even think of anyone else he tolerated enough to spend the night with. Maybe Lyria? She was nice enough, always sharing her notes with him in English when he was too busy with lacrosse to do the reading. She was quiet, soft-spoken. Absolutely nothing like the girl sat next to him. That thought made him frown. Remelle? No, he could barely stand Remelle, but he knew she liked him so at least she’d definitely say yes. 

Rowan was pretty much out of luck. Aelin and his friend group were to whom his time was devoted to, he didn’t branch out much beyond them. 

He thought of Aelin all dressed up, maybe in a golden gown that catered to her love of theatrics. Possibly in a deep green that complemented her bright eyes and skin tone. He imagined her with her hair loosely curled and flowing down her back. The delicate, golden Kingsflame silhouette necklace he’d gotten her for her 18th birthday clasped around her neck. It was easy for Rowan to conjure up that image but he couldn’t picture her looking like that and holding onto Chaol’s arm. It felt so intensely wrong to even consider it. 

It was always him. He always imagined her with him. They were a package deal in Rowan’s mind, but apparently not in Aelin’s. 

Aelin seemed to be catching onto Rowan’s internal dilemma. Throughout the duration of the class, he could feel her watching him out of the corner of her peripheral, trying to gauge what could be wrong. She stayed quiet though and dutifully continued her notes that mostly consisted of a collection of small doodles. Rowan couldn’t help but watch and wonder how she truly felt about him.

For the rest of the school day, Rowan pretty much blew Aelin off. He sat between Lorcan and Fenrys at lunch instead of the 2 seats on the right side of the circular table that always housed Aelin and himself. He told her not to wait up in the stands during his lacrosse practice and to head home on her own instead. He could tell she was confused maybe even a little hurt but Rowan couldn’t bring himself to push aside his mass of feelings that had him acting strange. 

He wasn’t even completely sure what was wrong with himself. The thought of Aelin accompanying another guy to prom shouldn’t affect him like it was; they were only best friends nothing more. She had free reign to go with whoever she wanted and she could get whoever, Aelin was a beautiful girl he wasn’t blind to that. He’d just thought it’d be him. 

All throughout lacrosse practice, Rowan was distracted, missing the ball or the goal when he had it, a stark difference from his usual skill. His coach had already pulled him aside once and asked if he was feeling okay only to be given a grunted yeah before putting him back in. He only grew more upset with Aelin as he pondered the day’s events instead of keeping his head in the game. Some part of him knew it was irrational but he couldn’t help it. Why wouldn’t she want to share one of their last big moments of high school together?  

And that’s how he continued to feel as he made the short drive home with his hefty lacrosse bag weighing down his shoulder and his school bag heavy on his back. When he finally entered the home he sighed, the scent of his mother’s cooking filling his nostrils. Honestly, he’d rather stay up in his room and stew than sit through family dinner right now but he knew it’d only prompt more questions from his parents. So he dropped his things by the door much to his mother’s chagrin and collapsed into one of the dining table’s chairs. 

“Feeling alright, son?” His father’s silver brow rose, already catching on to his foul mood. 

“Yeah, just tired,” Rowan confirmed, taking a sip of water. 

His mother entered then, a dish of pasta cupped between her oven mitts that she placed in the center of the table. “How was practice?” She asked sweetly, stripping her hands of their cover and sitting down. 

“It was fine.”

Rowan’s mother and father exchanged a look between themselves. He was normally much more talkative, always giving them updates on school, on plays they’d done during practice, on Aelin. Rowan chose to ignore their concerned expressions and instead served himself a helping of dinner silently. 

His phone buzzed then from inside the pocket of his shorts. Rowan pulled it out to check the message and frowned at the screen. 

fire-breathing b queen👑 : r u okay? 

He stuck his phone back into his pocket instead of typing a reply and forced himself to eat the rest of his dinner. He only half-listened to his parents’ conversation about their days and what was going on in his dad’s office. Rowan knew he was stewing again, falling into a spiral of uncertainty. 

“Rowan, honey, are you sure you’re okay?” His mother pressed, worry lining her brow. 

Rowan’s lips formed a thin line. No, he wasn’t okay. 

In a split-second decision, Rowan decided he was done dancing around whatever was going on between him and Aelin. “I need to go,” Rowan said suddenly, standing up from his chair that loudly scraped across the floor. His parents looked surprised by his outburst but didn’t stop him as he grabbed his keys from the little table by the front entrance and left. 

Rowan didn’t even need to look at the road to know the way to Aelin’s house. The route was in his bones now and within a few minutes he was pulling up in front of her large white house. He hopped out of his truck, not even bothering to lock the doors before he pounded on her green-painted front door. 

The door opened with a squeak and he saw Aelin standing there in one of her nightgowns that drove Rowan absolutely mad. 

“You’re not going to prom with Chaol,” he rasped, pushing the hair falling on his forehead back with his hand. 

“Huh?” Aelin was clearly confused as to why Rowan had come knocking at her door without preamble. 

“You’re not going with him,” Rowan once again declared, standing his ground, ready to get everything off his chest before he lost the courage. 

“Ro, I don’t get what you’re going on about. He hasn’t even asked me and if he doesn’t ask me I don’t know who’d I go with,” she admitted, her hand still holding the door open and her mouth in a serious line. 

Rowan surges forward at that, gripping both of Aelin’s hands in his own. “You’d go with me, Aelin. I want you to go with me,” he pleaded with her, lifting her hands up to his chest. “Aelin,” he continued, “I don’t want to go with anyone else but you. I want to do everything with you, go everywhere with you. Gods, Aelin, you’re like my reason to breathe, to get up in the morning.”

“Row-” Aelin tried to interrupt, her blue eyes going wide. 

“No, just let me finish, I- I know that sounds crazy and I know it’s so out of the blue and you didn’t expect me to show up outside your door like this and start professing my feelings,” Rowan was rambling now he knew. Everything he wanted to say to her was running through his mind like a freight train so much so he struggled to express it. The words were jumbled in his mind as if they were a bowl of alphabet soup in a blender. He just needed her to know how he felt. 

“I- I just, I thought about you going to prom with Chaol or some other guy all damn day and I hated it. Gods, I couldn’t figure out why I hated it so much, it just it- it felt so wrong. Fireheart, I want you to be with me. Gods, I think I’m so desperately in love with you I’m going to combust or something.” Rowan was getting flustered now, he knew his face was burning and he was sweating, maybe from the humidity or maybe from the sheer weight of what he was confessing to his best friend.  “Rowan,” Aelin started once again, her face contorted in pure shock. 

“I know you might not feel the same Aelin, I knew I came here risking that, and if you don’t feel the same-”

“Rowan!” Aelin said with more force, bringing her hands to cup his face. “Listen to me,” she pleaded. 

Rowan stopped trying to fight her and looked at her. He felt as though his stomach might fall out. His nerves were so intense as he stared into Aelin’s golden-ringed eyes. 

“You’re just so fucking stupid,” Aelin breathed. 

Rowan’s brow furrowed, he certainly hadn’t expected her to say that. “Wha-” he began. 

He couldn’t even finish his thought before Aelin’s lips descended upon his own. She cradled his face in her hands as her soft lips moved against his in a slow rhythm. Rowan’s brain stalled and struggled to catch up with what the hell was happening. 

He just knew this felt right, this felt so gods-damn right. 

His hands were loosely wrapped around her wrists and they traveled lightly over her arms and moved to rest on her back and pull her into him. 

Her body molded against his own. It felt like the final bit of a 50,000 piece puzzle had finally fallen into place after years of pouring over it. Rowan kissed Aelin back with just as much fever, desperate to keep her lips on his own. He brushed his tongue along the seam of her lips and she pulled back. 

They both stood there, gulping down air as they stared at each other trying to navigate this unimaginable revelation. 

“You’re- you’re not going to prom with Chaol, right?” Rowan finally managed to ask. 

“No,” Aelin breathed. “I’ll go with you, I’ll always go with you.” 

Their lips met once again.

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage (Mycroft Holmes x Reader) Part 4

A/N- Hoping this one has come out a bit happier than the last instalment! I’m trying my best to not write Mycroft too out of character and focusing on how much more emotion he had displayed in season 4.. I have a few more chapters planned out so far and I am hoping to, at the very least, update weekly! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and, please, don’t forget to leave a comment letting me know what you think! Kind words or constructive criticism are always welcomed and inspire me to write more! Thank you!

Word Count: 4416

"Did you fancy doing anything else today? Well, this evening I suppose suits better." You asked Mycroft, clearing up the plates from dinner. Dinner here being a term used loosely- after the emotional turmoil only a few hours ago at the revelation of both yesterday's events and your inner attractions, neither of you particularly felt like cooking, or eating for that matter, and settled on a sandwich just to provide some energy.

The energy of the room had felt different now, now that everything was in the open, now that the pair of you had finally broken that barrier to move further in your relationship. It was nice, calming. The pair of you weren't children, the confirmation of shared attraction didn't mean you immediately jumped each other, or feel the need to be constantly touching in some aspect or another- but the mere idea of knowing that the attraction between you was mutual, and that you wanted to act upon that was more than enough for now. It felt incredible.

"Mmm, what did you have in mind?" He hummed back, standing from the small table in the kitchen to help you with the washing up- not that you weren't fully capable of doing so yourself, it just felt nice acting a little domestic- electing to wash the dishes himself and leaving you to dry them and put them back in the cupboard. You shrugged, closing the cupboard's door and leaning against the counter.

"St James' is just round the corner isn't it? We could go for a walk? The weather is oddly nice for September." You suggested, grinning as you watched Mycroft look down at his current attire of jogging bottoms and a band t-shirt. You didn't need the power of a Holmes to know what that face meant. "Compromise. You don't have to wear the joggers in public, but you also cannot wear a suit, I swore against it."

"If you're suggesting for me to leave my home in my undergarments you've completely lost your mind." You looked at Mycroft and allowed his brain to think a little more. "Oh bugger you can't mean-"

"You and I both know you have a pair of jeans in your wardrobe Myc. Joggers or Jeans, the choice is yours." Mycroft opened and closed his mouth multiple times before rolling his eyes and muttering something under his breath that sounded Latin. "Oi at least have the decency to do it in French so I have a chance of understanding what you say when you swear at me." You quipped, jokingly throwing two fingers up at him as he gave in and sulked up the stairs.

"Tu seras la mort de moi." His voice was still quiet, but loud enough for you to understand him.

"Et pourtant tu serais perdu sans moi." You shouted back, teasing a little. Mycroft didn't answer but smiled to himself as he walked into his bedroom, agreeing with you completely but too high in his pride to admit it. Downstairs, you rummaged through the other bags from Anthea, feeling thankful as you saw that she had equally bought you some hoodies too, pulling on a maroon one before grabbing and sliding on your boots. A few minutes later you heard Mycroft's voice from upstairs, muffled completely excluding the 'goodbye' that sounded as he left the bedroom and made his way down the stairs. "Planning my arrest were you? Should I be expected to enter the park to MI6 agents dragging me into a car and shipping me off somewhere for forcing the British government into denim?" You turned around and saw him in his change of attire, whistling approvingly at the sight of him in the dark grey pair of jeans you had bought him a few years ago- 'because you cannot walk into a pub wearing anything purchased on Savile Row, Mycroft'- and the navy blue blazer he had chosen to match with them; the small evidence of The Who's logo peeking out slightly between the lapels. It was seldom Mycroft wore such casual clothing, but feeling welcomed by your reaction certainly made him more comfortable. Maybe at some point you'd tell him it's because those jeans make his bum look incredible. Mycroft's cheeks flushed and he shook his head, ignoring the noise of encouragement you had made.

"MI5, actually, but do not be too alarmed- I've insisted they only use force if absolutely necessary." He teased, hoisting his scarf from the coat rack by the front door and expertly wrapping it around his neck. You jabbed him lightly in the arm, knowing he was joking but equally wanting to make sure the phone call wasn't from Sherlock already pestering him about something or another. "It's fine, truly. Nothing to cause government upset.. only public." You went to question what he meant but was instead caught off guard by him eyeing you up. "Are you really going out.. in that?" Mycroft gestured to your clothing and for a brief moment you felt a little insecure, frowning slightly at him. He caught on immediately and apologised. "No- I mean.. You will likely get cold, will you not? A hooded sweatshirt isn't the warmest item of clothing I can offer you." You grinned at his concern and just passed him his beloved umbrella (it wasn't raining, but that didn't make a difference) before opening the front door.

"Myc I have pulled bodies out of the River Thames wearing nothing more than a pencil skirt and a blouse, I will be fine." You grabbed his hand and tugged him outside, shutting the door behind him. He wanted to argue back but he knew any attempt would be futile- you both knew that you could be more stubborn than Mycroft and so he didn't wish to cause harm on what could be a splendid evening. You took your normal position beside Mycroft, your hand resting in the crook of his elbow, while his rested in his pocket, the other holding onto his umbrella handle. The chill of London's air brushed the back of your neck, leading you to pull the hood of your jumper over your head before continuing your walk, not allowing Mycroft to have the pleasure of knowing he was right. but also not missing the smirk that tugged at his lips as he noticed- of course he bloody did.

The short walk to the park was in a comfortable silence. Mycroft found himself thinking over today's events, how even he couldn't have predicted that this would be how it would end. He was certain you would have left earlier, he'd even prepared himself for the chances of a punch to his nose in anger, and so never in his right mind did he expect you to stay, let alone embrace him while he cried, forgive him for the unforgivable, to... kiss him. He felt childish thinking back on it, but he kept replaying that moment over in his mind. It wasn't a proper kiss, it was barely there at all, and yet, if Mycroft thought hard enough he could still feel the light pressure of your lips on his, and it left him eager for more.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Your voice distracted him as you walked down the final street before the park. He blinked, looking down at you, at your joint arms and offering a smile.

"Just that I didn't expect today to happen the way that events turned out." You opened your mouth to make a comment about how Mycroft knew everything but he cut you off. "I deduce, I cannot predict the future, Y/N."

"But you can mind read?" He raised his other hand, one finger to his mouth in a 'shhh' motion and you grinned.

"Penny for yours?" You hummed in response as you looked at yourself in the reflection of a car window and pouted, rounding the corner to walk through the park's gates.

"I look like an egg." Mycroft let out a rare laugh, caught off guard by your answer. "That you do, my dear. But a rather beautiful egg." It was your turn to flush now. Getting any form of compliment from Mycroft Holmes was a rarity, and when they did come to surface they were usually on one's intellectual skills, or the times where you'd go out to a fancy restaurant and he would claim 'your dress' was beautiful, but never you directly. Your lack of response made Mycroft nervous and he spoke again. "Apologies, upon reflection that was a very backhanded compliment." You squeezed his arm and nudged yourself in closer, welcoming in the warmth his body was emitting.

"No no, I am incredibly flattered to be deemed a beautiful egg." You laughed. "It would make a lovely epitaph don't you thi-." He tensed. "Yeah, sorry, bit soon." You continued your walk for a little further before something clicked in your mind and you stopped in your tracks. Mycroft stumbled a little at the sudden cease in movement and shot you a confused glare. "Myc.. There's nobody else here."

"Excellent observation, Y/N. I now understand why you're so well respected down the Yard."

"Git. I meant.. we're in one of the most tourist centred parts of London, in the early evening, and there's nobody here." Mycroft raised his nose a little in the air, a movement witnessed by anybody else that would be mistaken for smugness, or being pretentious. But on Mycroft you knew it meant he felt a little embarrassed, raising his head ever so higher so you couldn't see the dusting of red on his cheeks. "The phone call... Mycroft bloody Holmes did you abuse your power as a government official to rent out the entirety of St James' park so that nobody would have to see you in your jeans?" He avoided your gaze and you began to laugh, removing your hand from his arm as you wiped a tear that spilled down your cheek out of amusement before tugging him over to a bench that was a few feet away.

"Should I not have?" His tone was light, relaxed knowing that you weren't mad with him and that you found the situation entertaining.

"It's not that.. It's just that nobody else WOULD." You rubbed your numbing fingers together and tucked them inside the sleeve of your hoodie. "You. Are an extraordinary man, Mr Holmes. You never cease to amaze me." He smiled softly, tentatively reaching over to take your half sleeve covered hand into his own pale one.

"And you, are freezing." He commented. You dismissed his assessment and instead focused on the view in front of you, the slight appearance of the London Eye poking above some trees from across the Thames.

"After living here for so long, sometimes I forget how beautiful London truly is." You spoke, shuffling the rest of your hand from your sleeve to lace your fingers between his. He hummed in agreement as he watched on. "And you stole this view from thousands of visitors this evening for the sake of your own dignity and so we could be alone. What do you have? People guarding every entrance? A few loitering around somewhere to make sure there were no stragglers? Christ are they armed? It just so.. so.." Mycroft felt himself become uncomfortable.

"I can be a very selfish person Y/N, you know that."

"I was going to say sexy but now I feel as though I'm not being as sympathetic to the tourists as you were expecting me to be." Mycroft tensed again and you leant to rest your head on his shoulder. "You should probably try to get used to that. I've been waiting a fairly long time to actively be allowed to say things like that to you and it not sound really weird, so I'm making up for lost time."

"How long?" His voice was quiet, likely his mind recovering from you, for the second time that day, calling him such a thing. It wasn't that he didn't like it, he was extremely flattered, but he just found it very hard to believe that you truly thought that way about him; that anyone could. You thought for a moment, childishly using your fingers to count.

"How long since I realised I had a thing for you? As of today it's been 5 years, 3 months and 17 days.. or, in less creepy terms to not make it seem like I've been counting, 2 weeks before I broke up with Thomas. It didn't feel fair to keep dragging him along, especially when I started to look forward to meeting you for dinner much more than I did meeting him for our weekly date night. He's a lovely guy and deserved more than that. I tried for those couple of weeks to get over it but I couldn't." Mycroft stayed silent but you could practically hear his brain whirring. "How long did I wish that you somehow felt the same way about me? Probably 5 minutes after the last thought." You laughed, feeling ridiculous for sounding like a school girl with a crush. "What about you? Pining after me for long or just spontaneously after I kissed you?" You joked, trying to make the whole ordeal feel a little less embarrassing. Mycroft shifted in his seat, laying his focus in the warmth that he could feel spreading to your hand that he held in his. He wasn't the type for large exclamations of emotion, or really speaking about the way he feels at all. But, upon hearing your revelation, he bit the bullet and spoke.

"I have never been the kind of man to experience typical human emotion. Until yourself and Gregory came along, I hadn't even the experience of having acquaintances, let alone.. friends." His eyes stayed forward, watching as the London Eye rotated slowly and focusing on its movements. "Approximately 6 months prior to the time you have mentioned, I began to realise that the way I felt towards you was far different to the way I felt about Gregory, and not the same way I feel towards Sherlock. I pressed the thought into the back of my mind for the better part of a year, before Sherlock told me that you were 'obviously' experiencing some kind of affection towards me, which I told him was preposterous, but from then the thought of you in that aspect felt welcoming. I had never expected in my life to have those kinds of emotions for anybody, let alone have them reciprocated, but I still chose to ignore them. I chose to keep you as my friend rather than risk losing you at all.. Then Eurus happened. Seeing you on that.. screen. Knowing what they could do.. Knowing I could lose you anyway.. it flicked something inside of my brain that made me regret not talking to you about it sooner. I was trying to work out the right way to bring it up, but then you did it for me." The side of his mouth flicked up into a small smile and disappeared, the embarrassment of talking so much on emotion taking over.

"You still look cute when you're embarrassed." You commented, not wanting to elaborate on his wordings more. It meant everything to you that he had even said that much, so you weren't going to push him further out of his comfort zone by pestering on. "Though as much as I'd love to look at your little flustered cheeks in this moonlight, I have to admit that you were right and I am bloody freezing, can we go back?" You took your hand back from his briefly to rub against your other one, a feeble attempt to bring warmth back into your fingertips. Though warmth soon enveloped round your neck as you felt Mycroft begin to wrap his cashmere scarf around you, folding and wrapping it expertly until you felt comfortably warm, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of his cologne that loitered in the fabric.

"I'm always right." He grinned smugly, standing from the bench and offering his elbow out to you once more. You nudged it away, missing the disappointed look on Mycroft's face, before instead grabbing his hand, lacing your fingers between his and tucking them into his pocket for warmth, your other arm folding over your body to hold his arm.

"I'll prove you wrong on that at some point, mark my words." You beamed, starting the walk back to Queen Anne's Gate and relishing in the warmth of the taller man beside you. Mycroft couldn't hide the small smile that appeared on his face from your action, choosing himself to push closer and close the gap between you even more. He swiftly pulled his phone from his pocket, leaving his umbrella dangling from his wrist, as he made a quick call to Anthea.

"I suppose we better let the tourists have their park back.. at least for now." He spoke, more to you than to Anthea but nonetheless she relayed the message to security who began to pack up and reopen the gates to the public. It had barely been a minute before they had all left, all except the PA in question who watched on fondly upon seeing the pair of you leaving, fighting the urge to text the man that it was about damn time.

***

The walk back was incredibly quick and you soon found yourselves walking back through the front door, discarding layers of warmer clothing, Mycroft opting to put the sweats back on in place of his jeans.

"I'm thinking we have a cuppa and then head to bed? I'm knackered." You proposed, flicking the kettle on and settling back to rest on the edge of the kitchen counter. Mycroft hummed in agreement, reaching to grab the necessities. You quickly kicked off from the counter and wandered back into the front room, pulling Mycroft in tow. "Seems as good a time as any to have some music on, Greg made me this mixtape a few weeks ago. He said it's some classics I already love, and a bunch that I'm going to, so it sounds pretty promising." From behind you Mycroft opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. "If you're about to chastise me for calling a CD a mixtape, don't waste your breath. Mix-CD just sounds horrendous." He stayed silent, inwardly amused at the fact you hadn't even seen his face and yet knew exactly what he was going to say, and you called him the 'mind-reader'. The Kinks began to play quietly through the speakers, 'Have a Cuppa Tea' fittingly being the first song to play on shuffle. Usually you despised any type of mixtape, or 'best of' albums, claiming rather strongly that they defeated the point of artists bringing out the original albums, ruining the story behind each one. But when it came to Greg you trusted him completely with music taste and had never been disappointed thus far. The click of the kettle in the kitchen sounded, making you walk into the other room and prepare your drinks- you hadn't bothered asking Mycroft the way he had it, you had that burnt to memory years ago. Perching back onto the sofa besides Mycroft, you handed him the beverage and sighed in content.

"You missed the Sex Pistols. Forgive me if I cannot hear you for the next 20 minutes, I have a feeling that my ears have bled." He teased, taking a sip of his tea and settling it on the table beside him. Before you had a chance to answer, another Kinks song began to sound in the room, the slower rythm of Waterloo Sunset.

"You're going to pay for saying those things, you know I love the Sex Pistols." You pouted, moving your own tea to the coffee table. "I think, Mr Holmes, you need to dance with me in ways of apology." You grinned, standing up and holding your hand out to him. "It's a rare slower song from Lestrade's musical repertoire so I'm not expecting you to start headbanging or anything.."

"Do people slow dance to Rock music normally?" He asked, smiling.

"No they don't.. but when have you ever been a man who follows the rules of normality?" He took your hand at that, standing himself up and leading you to an emptier part of the room, tea forgotten. You softly placed your hands on his shoulders and rested your head on his chest, his reaching round to settle on the small of your back as you began to sway together slowly, the only sound that could be heard was the music and Mycroft's erratic heartbeat that he was sure meant he was going to have a heart attack. "See, this is nice." He hummed in agreement, the vibrations of his deep voice reaching his chest and vibrating against your cheek. "We could have done this years ago.." You commented, thinking on all the lost time you had with Mycroft, all of the years you had listened to music together and could have danced, holding each other as close as you were now.

"We'd have struggled being as Gregory only gave you this CD a few weeks ago.." You laughed and swatted his shoulder.

"You know what I mean.. oh the power of cowardice and fear." You closed your eyes, holding onto this moment as though you had never wanted it to end. Alas, the song began to come to a close, and yet neither of you made an attempt to move. The instrumental introduction to your favourite Clash song began to play and you grinned. "Now this is a song. I'm surprised Greg put it on here, I'd have thought he'd be sick of it by now with the amount of times I play it at work." As the vocals began you felt Mycroft stiffen in your arms, the fingers on the hands on your back began to dig into your skin slightly, not painful, but protective and his heartbeat picked up pace even more.

"Could we skip this one? Please?" His tone of voice was different this time, not the calm, relaxed voice that he had earlier, nor the playful one he had only moments ago. He sounded.. unsettled.

"You're joking right? Mycroft this relationship will have a rocky start if you force me to turn of The Clash at all, let alone bloody 'Death or Glory.'" He tensed again hearing the song's title.

"Please.. it's the one.." Your brain began to piece together his words and you lifted your head from its position on his chest, looking up and seeing the pained expression on his face. Of course, out of every song in the world, this was the one you were listening to when Mycroft said he saw you on the screen, inches away from death. You closed your eyes and sighed.

"I'm not letting this happen. I'm okay, I'm here, alive. This is my happy song, and I have so many wonderful memories from it." It wasn't a lie. The sound held memories of countless car rides with Greg, it was the song that played when you had the phone call about your promotion at work. It had even been playing when your sister phoned up to let you know that she was pregnant with your niece. Both times. It was a bloody good song. "I understand why you don't like it, but you just need to associate it with something better, give it a new memory." You moved your arms from his shoulders to wrap around his neck, shifting one hand to place onto his cheek as you reached yourself up on your tiptoes to become closer to his height.

You caught his focus, making his eyes land on your own rather than being dazed as his mind went back to you dancing on that screen. You leaned yourself in closer, just enough for your lips to ghost over his own, before closing the gap. Unlike the last peck you had given him, this was a far more passionate kiss, giving him the emotion you had kept pent up for the last five years. His grip on your back softened, one hand reaching to your upper back to push you closer to him, his lips moving against yours beautifully. His body began to relax, the tension in his shoulders disappeared as he leant himself forward, easing you back flat on your feet. Had you have not known any better, you would have never guessed that Mycroft had never kissed somebody before; he was just a bloody quick learner. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip softly, grinning as he let out a quiet moan. The need for air soon took over and you allowed yourself to separate, not moving any further than leaving your foreheads touching. "There. Now when we hear it, that's what you need to think of instead. Christ knows I will be." You laughed, your hands guiding themselves from his neck slowly down his chest and pushing him back slightly. "I'm going to go shower, so meet me upstairs? I know I promised more Hardy but I would really like to go to sleep if it's all the same to you." Mycroft only nodded, feeling you peck his lips once more before disappearing out of the room. The song had finished by now, having been replaced by who Mycroft believed were The Rolling Stones, but he wasn't really listening.

He stood still in his spot, mind replaying over the moment as he smiled fondly to himself. He could hear the shower running upstairs along with your voice, muffled but clear enough to understand that you were still singing along to the last song. Placing his fingers against his lips, Mycroft tried to imitate the pressure you had placed on them moments ago, thinking about how your lips felt against his, properly this time, not just the two second thing on the sofa this morning. His chest felt warm, stomach flipping and in a rare moment Mycroft felt genuinely happy. In all his life up to this moment, caring had never been an advantage, had always led to him getting hurt. But maybe, just maybe, you were right about how you were going to prove him wrong one day. And he hoped to whatever sentient being that may or not be watching over him that you were going to prove him wrong about that.

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This ending .... I can name 500 reasons and I will name them right now, because I don’t think I’m the only one who is upset with how things turned out. (Also, A positive message for all of you at the end)

MAJOR LEAKS SPOILERS/ READ WITH CAUTION

Update: after reading more theories from fellow RM bloggers, and sleeping over it one day, this entire chapter might be an april fools... Don't fully lose hope yet beautiful people. It's me just giving a review on a possible fake April fools chapter

After following this franchise since 2013, so nearly a DECADE. this ending is a pure disserve to the entire fandom. I feel like Yams has rushed it just for the sake of being done with the entire manga. So many things are left open, characters and their developemt are reverted back all the way to chapter 1 or are left even worse than that...

Mikasa’s worthless character development/ Aaronmika’s horrible toxic codependent relationship 

Oh honey... Let’s start with how horrible Isayama has treated her. We were all rooting for her, because we all felt like she was so misunderstood. She had a horrible childhood and imprinted on a guy who treated her like trash 99 percent of the story. And then, slowly but surely, she starts to realize she has to stop obsessing over him in the uprising arc with the help of a real man who treats her like a queen, more importantly, he treats her like a real human being. This man sees her for her abilities and that she has the power to be self dependent. She learned parts of herself, that she was able to work together with him like no one else could.  She learned parts of herself she was unable to do so if she kept obsessing about Aaron. All this love, care, mutual understanding and RESPECT these two shared. 

but...NAH FUCK THAT, right Yams?? Throw all this development away, all this bonding. Let’s make the main female lead even more yandere than she already was in the first season. Let her make out with his decapacitated head (like dude, this is also pure disrespect to Aaron’s dead body btw) and let her obsess even more about the guy who has treated her no better than a piece of toilet cloth 99 percent of the time. The guy who was never really appreciative in front of her for saving his ass billions of times, who always pushed her away, who yells at her and snaps at her whenever he can instead of reasoning and talking calmly with her in mature way. (EVEN PARODY YOUTUBE CHANNELS WHO DONT SHIP ANYTHING MAKE IT A TROPE WHERE AARON TELLS MIKASA HE HATES HER GUTS WHENEVER HE CAN) 

Then after all that, suddenly Yams tries to last minute persuade us Aaron’s always been head over heels for her???  He should have build their relationship better which he hasn’t even tried to do so... He must be thinking his fans are stupid for eating this from his hands.    

Like seriously??? What is this??? 

Isayama is just fully contradicting himself. It’s like someone tipped him off with a buttload of money for him to write Aaron like this to satisfy shipping needs and to cash in those extra money’s from it. Even if he tried to cater to Erem*ika, this is not how you write a loving and caring couple which people will root for. 

This next two panels just freaking infuriates me to the core of my soul. I can’t even describe how dissapointed I am with Mikasa. 

Why is she clutching that head so obsessively like that?  Why is she walking and turning her back away from her comrades? After everything they have done for her, after all they’ve been through?! After everything Armin has done? Standing up for Mikasa, beating up Aaron for hurting her. I feel like even Jean, Connie and Sasha have cared more for her in a healthy way.  Sure, Aaron cares for her romantically too apparently (What a twist Yams :)), but has he aided her to becoming a mentally healthier individual? Has he aided in her mental stability? The answer is a big fat NO!  All I see between these two after today’s raw Chapter’s are too Yandere obsessed individuals who have no clue on how to maintain a healthy relationship. 

Love should only go as far as the heart can endure and it seems like her character is not willing to be aware of that. Even Armin was able to let go of Aaron in those latest panels. Why does her entire character resolve around this guy??? I really do not understand. Her Ackerbond and her age is not an excuse for her to throw her life away like this. 

Shonen’s disgusting portrayal of women 

I’ve seen this countless of times in the many years I’ve watched anime. SasuS*ku from Naruto, Ichih*me from Bleach, Shinji and that oranged hair girl from Neon Evangelion.. Why do these women get decreased to simpletons with one single goal? And that is to obsess over a bland male lead who either treats them like trash or doesn’t notice them up until the last last chapter (LITERALLY WHAT YAMS HAS DONE). Some go even as far as the male leading wanting the kill the female love interest and yet the female lead is still in love with them???. It’s disgusting for him to write the MAIN female character this way. 

It’s dissapointing we believed in Isayama doing Mikasa’s character right. That she’s finally being able to let go of her codependency and to live for herself maybe live in Hizuru and find more about her roots???, but every single time she shows some improvement, it’s burried deep in the ground again by the Author. It almost seems like a lowkey kink of some of the male Mangaka’s to write about a girl obsessing over them no matter what. I see this so many times to the point that I truly stand behind it that some of them might have this fantasy. 

I wished he didn’t portray her last panels like this. Everyone else is living their lives while Mikasa is still grieving about him. I’m not saying she’s not allowed to grieve and everyone takes it at their own pace, but cmon... Show her living her life too. This is too much. Her being next to his grave and grieving him as her last panels just shoves it in our faces that YET AGAIN, BEING OBSESSED WITH AARON IS ALL HER CHARACTER STANDS FOR. 

I truly despise how Isayama handles her grieving, kissing his decapacitated head, carrying it around like some handbag, and her last panels being thissss.

The world leaving Paradis alone miraciously after all that??? 

It’s so weird and out of place with so many political feuds and disagreements between the world and Paradis, the entire Rumbling happening and we can see Mikasa just chilling outside in Paradis with no one bothering them. You can see the rings of the walls in the picture below.  I don’t know the exact reason behind as the manga is still in Korean, but from what I see, the story went the route of: throwing a happy ending without enough proper reason and  it was all fixed just like that in a snap! It doesn’t fit the entire narrative of attack on titan for things to be so peacful out of nowhere. When it comes to the narrative, how things work in that world, how hard it is to achieve peace, everything made somewhat sense up until chapter 138. 139 seems so so out of place...  It’s like I’m reading a chapter from a totally different manga. 

Aaron Yoghurt got defeated so easily/ Aaron’s character assassination

The build up on the first part of the rumbling was great, those kids carrying coins. You could feel humanity’s fear and Aaron’s hatred in those pages. As if he truly had a goal and he has turned away completely from his comrades and his closest friends with no return. The world seemed truly doomed, but he  got defeated just like that. He was in the nape all this time (because screw the warhammer power of hiding yourself elsewhere in his ginormous titan body). There is no master plan as we all expected, and in the end he just acts all yandere in the paths with Armin and that’s it... They massacared his entire character as well. Many fan theories created a better ending with his character. Him being reincarnated as Historia’s baby would be so much better. For him to still keep on seeking and to strive for power. It has always been his motive. It’s his personality from the start until chapter 138. Even if things are okay, to keep on going and to seek that adventure, but then.. He’s so weak and directionless suddenly.. It’s so weird... This is not Aaron at all???

Using Aaron for him this entire post, because I don’t want others to invade our tags... :)))

Historia’s baby 

The only panel we got from Historia’s child was this. Just a normal kid, normal life... Why did Isayama put so much effort in highlighting Historia’s pregnancy if it was nothing too spectacular anyway? It seemed he had major plans for this kid and for their development too??? It’s again, big plans, big developments, big relationship dynamic, but all  got thrown out of the window... 

Don’t read the next sentence if you are a minor :’) 

It’s like almost ejaculating, but stopping right before it and repeating that every single Arc.

My energy when writing about this chapter is the same as Nostalgia Critic and his hatred for atla the live action

In Conclusion...

I know us fans should not be deciding on how this story should end, because this is Isayama’s story after all, but I truly wished for him to wrap up things much more rounded. There are so many unanswered questions... Again, I think for the sake of being done with this manga, he rushed all of it. He’s become a millionaire from this story and now his pockets are jammed full, I guess he doesn’t need to put in any effort anymore, right? Perhaps a controversial opinion, but I really wished he cared for his fans a little bit more with this last chapter by giving some answers that make sense at least. It’s his fans who gave him this platform and the opportunity to tell his story and for him to at least give in a bit of effort especially in the last chapter is the least he can do. Rivamika being canon or not, he truly rushed it without thinking much about the entire story line. He expanded it so much, he didn’t know how to bind it all together.

Even after all this, I’ll still ship them in the headcanon type of way. I do give credit to Isayama for giving us a template for such a beautiful dynamic between Levi and Mikasa. He decides to waste it, but that doesn’t mean we have to.  I want to thank all the people with amazing writing skills, the ones who give us beautiful art like @carmenlee @phit chan @vialesana​ and many more. I want to remind all of you that we can create something beautiful of our own and we don’t neccesarily need canon lore for that. The art I’ve seen, the fanfictions I’ve read have touched me deeper than Isayama ever could at times.The Mikasa in our mind is appreciate of Levi, is mature, classy and has a strong will for herself. They spend their remaining days together peacefully. Keep writing, keep drawing, stay creative. 

I love you all so so much, I’ve only been publicly active since March, but thank you Rivamika fandom for giving me so much joy as a lurker these past 7 years <3

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Regardless of the bond [James Potter x Reader]

Title: Regardless of the bond Pairing: James Potter x Female!Reader Word count: 3.3k Published: 19 April 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Summary: [x] The existence of soulmates was hard for you to believe. You wished to be one of them, but after your 18th birthday, when you were supposed to experience a difference, you are left disappointed. Knowing you didn’t have that special bond and you had to continue watching the one you liked so deeply love someone else makes you want to just disappear. Bingo: [x] This is part of my Make me feel Bingo Card by @girl-next-door-writes

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Soulmates were a very widely known myth that many believed and wished to experience, but some found it to be a silly little idea created by those who romanticised the idea to be with someone for the rest of their lives. The thought of loving someone and being loved unconditionally was indeed one that many wished to have, but since soulmates were rather rare, people often ignored its existence and chose to find love themselves. According to the myths, some people experienced finding their soulmate with a simple touch, where for a mere second, they saw images of their future life together. For some it was a sensation, a pulling force telling them that they belonged together. There were some theories where they could recognise each other’s scent. Many different myths have been spread throughout the centuries, but there was one mutual theory in all of them. When it happens, you just know it, you feel it, every single fibre of your body screams for that certain person to stay in your life.

You were one of those who believed it but didn’t think it would ever happen to you. You hoped, of course you did, but you were more logical than to rely on an old myth. Having such a strong connection was a lovely idea, but it was hard to believe that it would be handed to you on a silver plate. All the fairy tales you have heard about from your parents said that the soulmate-bond would be activated after your 18th birthday if you had one. But of course, it’s been a month and you have felt no different than before, reassuring you that you weren’t any special.

You were seated in the Gryffindor common room, legs thrown over the arm of the sofa, hanging down on the side as you doodle little drawings on a piece of ripped parchment.

“What are you doing?” You heard a voice and as you looked up, you recognised Lily standing in the doorway.

“Just drawing,” you replied, turning back to your parchment, ignoring your friend.

“Good, good,” she nodded and took a seat beside you, staring at your doodles.

“Is there anything you want?” You asked, turning back to her with an expectant expression, brows running high.

“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ as she shook her head. You frowned at her rather strange behaviour, but once again turned back to your drawings, trying to ignore her staring. However, it seemed to be a task easier said than done. Feeling Lily’s breath on your neck and her eyes attached to your drawing, whilst squirming in her place chased all your creativity away. You folded up your paper and looked at your friend once again.

“You are being fairly annoying,” you stated with a grimace.

“I didn’t even do anything,” she huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest and turning to the opposite direction, giving you a side-glance every once in a while.

“Breathing down my neck and staring at me is quite creepy and as much as I love you, your behaviour is very unusual so spill it, what’s going on?” You asked firmly, causing Lily to scrunch her nose and pout in a child-like manner. She was a very smart witch and an even better friend, but at times she was capable of getting on your nerves with a simple look. “Come on, I don’t have all day to wait for you,” you rushed her as you stood up and tossed the folded parchment in the drawer of your desk and closed it with a thudding sound.

“I have overheard a little discussion between James and Sirius. They were talking about you,” she smirked playfully, wiggling her brows as though you were supposed to understand.

“I’m not sure what kind of reaction you are expecting of me,” you frowned in confusion.

“Well, certainly a happier one than the one I’m getting now,” she grimaced. “I have been hearing nothing else from you, but how much you’ve liked James since the first time you talked,” she tried to lead you to the right direction, but you still stood there cluelessly.

“So?” you asked.

“So? James and Sirius were talking about you,” Lily repeated slower as if you didn’t understand before.

“I heard you for the first time too, I’m not stupid. I simply don’t understand what you want from me. James and Sirius are my friends, they will inevitably talk about me if I come up in a subject,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“You are unbelievable. I overheard James telling Sirius that he has feelings for you,” Lily exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. But instead of excitement you gave her a deadpan expression. “Okay, I’m not sure what’s going on with you today, but I’m honestly starting to think you are broken or something,” she huffed.

“We both know that James has been running after you for years, Lils. Sure, we are close, I love him to bits, however, I am nothing but a friend to him. I’m not sure what you heard or what you misunderstood to be exact, but we both know James has liked you for years and I find it hard to believe that his last year will be the one where he changes his mind so abruptly,” you explained. Whilst a part of you wished to believe it was true, a more logical side made sure to crush those hopeful thoughts that tried to sway you.

“I’m sorry, but I’m quite sure of what I heard. And why couldn’t he? Crushes come and go, and he hasn’t asked me out or showed any interest in me for the last month or so. I do believe he has feelings for you, but you have been friends for so long, you can’t expect him to just walk up to you and confess,” Lily tried to pressure your logical side, but you couldn’t find it in you to agree. You have liked him for so long, you were numb to even the thought of him ever reciprocating your feelings.

“Ok, I accept that. Now that we have concluded this conversation, can we actually grab something to eat?” You asked whilst walking towards the door and opening it for Lily, waiting for her to follow you.

“You’re definitely broken,” she huffed, annoyed by your nonchalant behaviour.

“And you are rather annoying today. I’m glad we both have negative feelings towards each other. It will be a beautiful day,” you put on a fake smile, earning a grimace from Lily.

“You have been avoiding him recently,” she added with a side-glance, making you groan as you headed down the stairs to the common room.

“Can we stop talking about him for a second?” you asked, pleading with the girl.

“Fine, but I’m not giving up just yet,” shrugging, she hurried up her steps and walked out the common room, leaving you farther behind. Rolling your eyes, you heaved a heavy sigh and followed her to the Great hall.

As you sat at the Gryffindor table with Lily on your right, eating your usual morning toast, James took a seat on your other side whilst Sirius sat down beside Lily, followed by Remus and Peter across the table.

“We have a beautiful day today, don’t we?” James beamed, his unusually positive attitude making you frown. Everyone seemed to act unlike themselves and you certainly didn’t like the way they behaved.

“I guess,” you replied with a grimace. “Would have been better if Lily didn’t start my day by dancing on my nerves,” you groaned.

“I was simply stating facts,” she huffed.

“That could possibly be a definition of annoying too if we dig deeper,” you retorted.

“It’s not my fault you are hard-headed,” she rolled her eyes.

“It’s not my fault you are spreading false rumours,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s not my fault you can’t see the forest from the tree,” she grimaced.

“Woah, woah, let’s just stop it there. We have quite an intense breakfast on our hands. What do you say we just continue eating quietly?” James asked, trying to stop your bickering.

“Been doing that until you arrived with your overly-positive attitude,” you replied as you bit into your toast.

“I’m sorry for having a nice day. Instead of being gloomy, you could try it too,” he raised a questioning brow, wearing a playful smirk across his face. In normal circumstances you would have returned his smile, feeling all warm inside, feeling your cheeks flush. He had a certain vibe that always made you feel happier even if you were down. But not in that moment. It just didn’t work.

“Will take your advice into consideration,” you huffed as you stood up from the table, finishing your breakfast. “See you later,” you nodded and headed towards the exit. You barely reached the first classroom across the corridor when you heard your name being called.

Turning around you, you saw James walking towards you in a haste. “Hmm?” You hummed in a questioning tone.

“You are acting strange recently. I can’t talk to you, I barely see you and honestly, I feel like you are avoiding me,” he stated, nervously rocking from one foot to the other. Indeed, you have been trying to keep a distance from the boy, knowing he fancied Lily whilst you liked him. Since your birthday you expected some kind of sign that would lead you to your soulmate, but it never happened. No images, no scents, no touches. The person you liked for so long had a crush on someone else and when you finally thought you might have a chance to find someone to connect with, you had to release you as one of many didn’t have a soulmate.

“Look, I just prefer being alone nowadays,” you lied. Imagining a pitiful look in his eyes, knowing why you have been avoiding him was something you never wanted to see. He was always supportive, and you could always rely on him, but this time you couldn’t possibly open up to him. You didn’t want his apologetic looks.

“Seven years. It’s been seven years since we first met and almost as long since we have become friends. I think I know you fairly well. Sure, people change, so did you and I, but we have changed together, for me you are still the same person I befriended. I don’t understand why you think that I would believe you. Wanting to be alone on occasions is fine, you have always done that, but you never closed me out completely until recently. I need to know what’s going on,” he pleaded, his words, his eyes, even his tone screaming for some kind of an explanation, but you couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you simply apologised and started walking away. Giving him an explanation would have revealed your secret and you were not ready for that. Maybe once when your feelings were finally gone and you decide to sit down to talk about the old times, being nostalgic, maybe then you would have the courage, but not in that moment.

“Sorry is not enough,” he raised his voice as he hurried after you and grabbed your wrist. The feeling of his warm palm across your skin sent shivers down your spine. Your lips parted in surprise as you felt electricity run through the spot where he held onto you, starting off your heart in a quick pace. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you turned around and looked into his brown eyes as wide as yours, trying to figure out the unusual, sudden feeling. You felt your chest compress, air stuck in your lungs as you watched the man you had feelings for being just as shocked as you were. Knowing, hoping, believing what that certain electrical feeling running through you meant, it frightened you. You never wanted to be bonded with a man who loved someone else and the simple thought of you having to watch him run after his loved one made you feel as though your heart was shattering into the smallest of pieces, where picking them and trying to mend them wasn’t an option anymore.

Both of you stood stunned, his fingers firmly around your wrist, staring at each other, wordlessly trying to communicate. It was James who recovered first and let go of your arm, leaving it to fall beside you. You wanted to speak, you wanted him to speak, but none of you knew the right words to voice. In your shocked state you just wanted to disappear, you wanted to run away. The awkward silence was making you mad and frustrated, wanting nothing but to get as far from him as possible. So, you did. You hurried off, the sound of your heavy steps following you through the corridor. Hearing James’ pleading voice to stop you didn’t seem to work, you hurried your steps, not knowing where you were heading.

“Stop!” James appeared in front of you, stepping out of a hidden door you have not seen before.

“Leave me alone, James,” you pleaded, desperately needing some time alone.

“You felt it too. I know you did, so stop running away,” he stepped in your way as you tried to walk around him. He was determined to keep you there, to talk to you, to finally stop you from avoiding him.

“Why? I felt nothing. Just get away from me,” you raised your voice, even though you have never done it before, but it didn’t work. James wasn’t giving in.

“Enough,” he raised his voice this time, but it wasn’t threatening nor aggressive, he was firm and somewhat assertive. “You can avoid me if you like, you can ignore me if that makes you feel better but telling me that you didn’t feel anything when I touched you, lying to my face, that I will not take,” he exhaled slowly. “I know you felt it too and we both know what it meant. You are not stupid and nor am I. And if you feel like pretending that it didn’t happen,” he swallowed and heaved a heavy sigh,” we can do that, I will not force you. I’m only asking you not to run away from me,” he pleaded with you.

Feeling the tears collecting in your eyes, you tried to keep them in bay, not wanting James to see you so vulnerable. A heavy sigh left your lungs as you looked up at him, locking your eyes with him. “I— I don’t know how to handle this, James. You have been in love with Lily for so long, I don’t know how to react. I don’t want to be bonded to someone who already loves someone else,” you finally voiced your thoughts, finding it hard to resist the pleading look across his face.

“I never loved Lily,” he shook his head with a deep frown. “I was in a way infatuated with her, I liked the idea of liking her, but I didn’t love her. And I don’t feel that way anymore. I haven’t even tried getting closer to her in the last couple of months. If you were here, you could have seen it, but you decided to avoid me at all cost,” his tone, his demeanour, his firm stance radiated confidence and sincerity. Indeed, you haven’t seen much of him and you couldn’t judge what happened around your friend circle recently, but it was hard to believe that after all this time he just gave up on Lily.

“Look, whether you like her or not is not my business really and you don’t owe me any explanation. Maybe in the future you will like someone else, and I will be happy for you, but we have been friends for so long, I don’t want this stupid bond to stand in your way. So, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen, alright?” you tried to compromise, but James shook his head heavily in reply and stepped closer to you.

“How can you be so silly? You and this bond will always be standing in the way of me liking someone else, because regardless of that stupid bond, it is you that I like,” he confessed, his eyes a storm of emotions. He reached for your hand, cupping them in his, squeezing yours gently. “I like you. I really do. It has nothing to do with that bond,” he swallowed nervously. You tried to respond, say something, but instead you kept opening and closing your mouth as if you were a fish out of water, gaping, finding it hard to breath. It was hard to believe, but you couldn’t deny the tiny bit of flame you felt deep within you, hope that meant you still had a chance with him.

“But why?” you exclaimed in shock, not even realising your own words. James let out a mild chuckle, your words catching him off guard.

“Because you were always there for me, because you always knew what to say to me, how to hold me, how to deal with me. Because whenever I’m around you I’m both calm and nervous at the same time. Because you make me feel like a little child, wanting to smile whenever I see you. You are beautiful of course, but regardless I feel as though there’s this pulling force between us. I didn’t realise that I liked you until you were avoiding me. And it was not because of the bond, but because I realised that you were not there beside me and I missed the smallest of details that makes you—you. Scrunching your nose, pouting, grimacing at my silly ideas, scolding me for not studying. Every single little detail that makes you— you, was just missing from my life and it was killing me. I do like you more than you can imagine with or without that stupid bond,” he replied with a lopsided smile across his face, leaning his forehead against yours.

“But Lily—” you wanted to say, but he cut you off.

“There is no Lily. There’s only you and me. I just want you to maybe give me a chance to try if we work, if this— whatever is between us works,” he pleaded and instead of a reply, you stood on your tiptoes and attached your lips to his. He was hesitant, he didn’t know what was happening, but he didn’t let his chance slip out of his hands. He let go of your hands and cupped your face for better access, devouring your lips, losing himself in the moment where it was indeed only you and him.

“I like you. I like you so much,” you breathed against his lips, stunning him. His eyes widened at your words, clearly shocked by your sudden confession.

“But you have been avoiding me,” he exclaimed.

“I couldn’t be around you. I couldn’t watch you run after Lily anymore,” you shook your head, nervously biting your lip.

“I’m so sorry for putting you through that,” he hinted a small kiss on your forehead. “I promise I will make up for it if you give me a chance.”

“Wasn’t I clear enough?” you giggled softly as you placed your hands on his, holding your face. “There is nothing I want more than to give us a chance,” you smiled, reassuring him that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Well, since we have already missed the beginning of the first class, we could start off by trying to regain the last month you have so rudely taken from me,” he raised a questioning brow, hoping you would agree.

“I guess we could skip a class after all,” you giggled softly.

“Or more than one,” he wiggled his brows as he captured your lips once again, impatiently waiting for all the memories you were to experience together.

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