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stargirl-in-dilfspace · 1 month ago

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It Will Come Back - Logan Howlett x f!reader

[a/n: hi!! It’s been a minute but your girl is back with some good ol’ wolvie. another joel fic is in the works, and possible a part two to this one depending on feedback <3 love yall]

Warnings: angst, brief smut (NSFW), cage fighting, alcohol, cigar, mention of cat death :(

Content/themes: angst! cage fighter!logan, bartender!reader, not really an age gap idk I see reader as a full grown established adult, based of the hozier song, reader & lo hookup in this chapter but don’t get together, fear of love, mild smut, big stray cat metaphor, possible mutant!reader, reader has a sexy car so, brief section on their backseat of her car sex, the claws come out (or did they?), idiots who deserve comfort and love and need to recover from years of trauma to love each other because they are meant for each other

Summary: A stray Wolverine finds his way into your bar looking for the cage fights. But you both find something you swore off a long time ago. [1.3k words]

You knew better. You’d known better since you were told at age 7 not to feed the stray because he’d keep coming back. But you never really learned your lesson, since that cat proved to be the sweetest of them all. He’d curl up to you when you left your window open at night, push up against your legs in the backyard when you’d come home from school, hiss at any other person or animal. That’s why they put him down, when the neighborhood decided he was too aggressive.

Love like that wasn’t something you'd ever find again. The unconditional protectiveness you received all from simply feeding a stray with your kindness. And that's how you got him killed.

Never again.

To say your love life was parallel to a nun’s would be an over exaggeration. No man had ever drawn in your love the way a stray could.

The tragedy that is a stray.

Maybe you gravitated to working in this bar because everyone here was a stray. Everyone an orphan, who was someone’s, once. It helped that the cage fights were rather entertaining. Watching grown men lose their shit over losing bets, dealing out drinks left and right, everyone who came through had a level of respect for you, everyone’s favorite bartender.

“What can I get you?” Your voice flowed with the familiar words, watching the new face turn up to make eye contact with you, a cigar hanging from his lips, a good head of hair and a worn face.

“You the lady to talk to about getting in on these fights?” He asked, giving you a questioning eyebrow.

“No, Jimmy takes all the bets around here, pudgy guy, beard, back right.” You pointed past him, to Jimmy. Instead of following your finger, he gently waved his hand, looking back at you.

“No, are you the lady to talk to about fighting?” He rephrased, and you grinned. Fresh meat, right?

“Sure, I need a name.” You replied with the grin still on your lips. He looked fit, you wondered if he’d be getting his shit rocked in the cage within the hour. Or preferably by you, and not in that cage.

“Logan.”

“I need a fighting name. Privacy, and whatever.”

“Wolverine.” He puffed out the cigar’s smoke, a smell that this place already reeked of.

“The Wolverine, that's a new one. Welcome.” You smiled more genuinely, waving over one of the announcers, alerting them to your newest competitor. “Can I get you a drink, while you wait?”

“No, just the fights.” He replied, observing you in a way that made it seem like he was taking all of you in.

“Sure you can take more than one round in the ring?” You tilted your head a bit, observing him in the same way, the tension something burning that you squeezed as you spoke, as if it’d choke him up.

“You’d be surprised.” He cracked a grin, you almost wanted to take that in a different way with the way his eyes lingered on you.

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You weren’t exactly surprised that he was a good fighter, but it's been 3 hours of continuous beatings, without a cut or a bruise to show for it, he liked to make eye contact with you, doing some dance on that tightrope you were both walking this evening. You wouldn’t complain about the view, since he started he’d shed the jacket and shirt he’d had on. It helped that he won every fight, with a somewhat practiced ease, which made plenty of viewers upset for the losses of their bets.

As the night winded down, bets closed, drunks left angry or big winners. Some frequent patrons lingered on your stools, or in the seats. You watched Logan return to the same stool as earlier.

“Would our very own Wolverine like a beer?” You offered again, wiping up some spilled beer on your bartop.

“Logan’s fine. And yeah, hun, whatever you’ve got in a bottle.” You were used to terms of endearment used by men for you around here, but nothing like the way it fell off of his lips. It made something burn in your body, a sense of nervousness and excitement, that had you grabbing the first bottle you could for him.

You popped the top, moving it over yout bartop into his hand, and part of you wanted to ask how he was unscathed from all the beatings he’d supposedly taken.

“Anything else, Logan?” You asked, more soft than you intended, taking in his appearance. What was it about this particular stray that you felt needed you? Like the way your neighborhood one had? It felt pathetic, the way you tried to straighten yourself out after the slip of your voice.

“No, darlin’. Unless you’ve got a name for me?” He grinned the same way he had earlier, and you could feel the blush dusting your cheeks.

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That’s how you made it to the backseat of your black 67’ Ford Galaxie, being fucked like you don’t think you ever have been. Something about digging your fingernails into his skin, the way you couldn’t even see any indents with how hard you pressed, maybe it was the dark? Your legs wrapped around his hips, secured by one strong arm, the other holding himself up above you, buried in your hair. He didn’t seem the affectionate type, maybe you were wrong.

You were so lost, you couldn’t distinguish the small praises and growls on his breath, even if they met your ears like a goddamn symphony.

Something made you make eye contact with him that night, making what should've been a regular hookup into something much more intimate than it should be.

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Maybe he shouldn't have looked into your eyes that night. Maybe he shouldn't have given himself a taste of something he should never have deserved once in his life.

But he did.

And by the time you were asleep on him, maybe he should have woken you up, told you he should go. Maybe he should have denied himself the tug you had on something deep inside him, what could be a tug on the heart he swore he didn't have.

But he didn't.

And in the morning when you said goodbyes, it wasn't nearly as awkward as it should've been, at least to him, he liked watching over you that night. He craved that tugging he felt inside of himself to curl up with you, so close you couldn't ever leave him, so close that he would let nothing hurt you.

After years of losing every person he’d ever loved, some wall stayed built, a locked door that kept him out of the warmth of your embrace.

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You figured you wouldn't see him again for a long time, he’d told you he was a wanderer, traveling from place to place, with no home to call his own.

He reminded you of that stray cat, and maybe you should've ran the moment you felt like you needed to give him comfort and the home he deserved. You swore you’d never let someone who needed you die again.

But this was a man, a man whose mind had to be wired differently than a cat’s. But something told you part of it wasn't wired differently, the something that heard to skint of metal in the dark of your backseat when he’d damn near growled and come with you.

If the man wasn’t like your stray, why did he have the claws to prove that he was? You reminded yourself that was your imagination, because just as you turned your head to the sound, the glimmer of metal was a figment of your fucked-out mind, not really slipping back between his knuckles.

Hung up on a hookup? How pathetic. You’d never see this man again, he'd never stumble into your bar again, looking for a fight, and finding you instead.

Finding something neither of you wanted to give a name, yowling at the door you stayed on either side of, pleading to come in.

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[a/n: I LOVED writing this!!! PLEASE let me know if you enjoyed, it’s much appreciated PLUS it will help me know if yall want another part to their story <3]

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unconventional-lawnchair · 2 months ago

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Meeting Royalty {Part two}

Remus Lupin x Dutchess!Reader

English Love Affair 5sos

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Summary: A chance meeting at a coffee shop}

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An: Did I say I wasn't going to do a part two? This is for you amatoanima <3

The idea of trying to sleep that night made your bones ache. You stayed up, in your oversized room, in your oversized bed, tracing the large bit of signature that was left. You couldn't stop thinking about him, not a moment of peace as you found yourself wondering just how far this could go.

Your father could care less about your frequently documented affairs. The flings you would have with men of his court, government officials, other nonfamilial Dukes and even Duchesses if you fancied. He made it clear he was too busy to worry about his wild child. He could tend to his status or his daughter, much like Roosevelt.

You didn't have many rules, outside of what your family dictated for you. You didn't care for prying eyes or who would catch you with a common boy- in fact, the idea of being behind caught with Remus was somewhat thrilling. What a scandalous headline, no longer running around with people of your status or proximity, but just a boy you found absolutely stunning.

Eventually sleep took you. You woke up early in the morning while your lady in waiting prepared tea at the foot of your bed.

“Your grace?” She called over to your groggy form as you turned over to try and get comfortable once more.

“Yes?” You groaned out into your pillow and she huffed, walking over to raise your hand.

“You're getting ink all over your pillows! Up! Up, now!” She scolded and you groaned, forcing your body to sit as she pulled off your bedsheets. Eventually it hit you, ink.

And the mission began. Finding your newest infatuation.

You don't have much luck.

Days turned into weeks, and still, you found yourself haunted by the encounter. You kept the library books on your nightstand, a reminder of your verbal dance with the mysterious stranger. You would find yourself daydreaming, imagining the possibilities of a day where you would see him again. You felt like a teenage girl again.

Eventually, when two months passed, you gave up. As winter approached, so did creep your responsibilities as a socialite. Going to parties and hosting your own, your fathers favorite thing to show off his money. It kept you busy for a while, but you still found time to return to that library.

Then, one rainy afternoon, as you were making your way to your favorite café, you spotted a familiar figure outside. Tall, tanned, and absolutely drenched. He was running across the small street, from a car stopped in the middle of the road. At first you were startled, his mop of sopping hair covered his face.

Now, you never had to deal with any real danger when you were with your chaperones, but someone stopping their car in traffic to run to the coffeeshop in the pouring rain? This was either a romcom or a very poor assassination attempt.

The closer he got the more attention you paid him. Then, the door slammed open and everyone grew just a few decimals quieter. Your heart raced, practically bruising your ribs as you recognized Remus standing in the doorway, his hair tousled and a hesitant smile on his face. The moment your eyes met, the world around you faded away, and all that mattered was that water logged boy and the poor excuse of a withering book in his hand.

“Fancy seeing you here,” He spoke first, walking towards you. One of your chaperones stood but he was stopped by your lady, who dismissed his confused looks. Remus stared him down, a bit startled before you shot him a bright smile and gestured to the seat next to you. He wet his lips and sat down, still unsure of his next move.

He could see, just behind you in the window, Sirius with his head out the window roof of their broken down beater of a car, James slapping the driver side door as he also hung half way out cheering him on. They had the right sense to lower their heads when an older woman in the car behind them began to honk.

Your eyes flickered between him and the window behind you. Watching his friends make a fool of themselves. You smirked and turned to look up at Remus, trying to hide your bubbling excitement, “Still with me, Moony?”

He snapped out of his daze and chuckled, that warm sound wrapping around throat, making you swallow a bit thicker.

“I’ve been meaning to return your book.” He broke the silence, it did nothing to lessen the insane tension between you two. Even your babysitters looked away.

“That so?” You spoke back airily, looking down at his lips. Just begging him to do it.

“Yeah.” He muttered. His eyes tracing the curve of your nose down to your lips as well. He quickly looked down at the book in his hand and smirked. Leaning forward he set the poor book down as it hardly clung to life. The spine was creased, the leather cover was bent, the pages were dog eared and the old binding was loosening worse then when you first bought it.

You couldn't help but laugh, who is this guy? Reads a book like this so many times?

You picked up and flicked a page or two, some falling out of the cover to the table. Then, you saw it. Several little lines of handwriting you could only describe as chicken scratch. They were all over every page and every clear line, random things you didn't quite understand, small comments here or there, but you noticed one thing that seemed to be a constant.

Your name.

Your eyes flicked up to his and he leaned back, still drenched and he looked a bit shy.

“Did you.. write notes? In the columns, for me?” You asked, voice teasing and he rubbed the back of his neck with a small growing smirk.

“May have.”

“You wrote me notes in an old diary from the 1800s? An artifact of time and you defaced it with my name and your chicken scratch? About Werewolves?” You continued, even as you tried to sound annoyed to keep up the act, your smile betrayed you. What an absolute maniac! Who does that? And then have the audacity to look so bloody pleased with himself?

He leaned a bit closer and made the way his eyes traced your face a bit more obvious.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you.” He whispered before gesturing to the book. “It was my only outlet.”

You felt the heat rise to your neck as you imagined just how much of that behavior would reflect in how he treated you. The book was hardly together, it had been read, read, and read again. Yet he still had enough mind to write down every single thought he had. He treated it with care and showed so much passion to every page.

He made a mess of it. He could make a mess of you.

You looked him up and down, before you picked up the pages and slipped them back into the book. You leaned your chin on your palm and looked at him through your lashes. “Behave yourself.”

“You can't exactly blame me.” He continued, nipping at your small weak walls and taking great pleasure in how you squirmed in your seat. “Since I returned the book.. can I borrow something else?”

“Hm? What's that?”

“You. Just for the afternoon.” He was suddenly shy again, not that you minded. You bit your tongue a bit as it poked out to wet your lip, his eyes licked on it and you smirked.

“All yours, Moony.”

You spent the afternoon talking and laughing as the rain poured outside, sharing stories and sly flirts that felt so far removed from what was going on around you. With each passing moment, you found yourself falling harder and harder for him. His charm, his sly comments, his cheeky looks and his flirty remarks. Though, nothing appealed to you more than his mind. You could see a million different things running behind his eyes. You were never one obsessed with smarts, you had your own fair level of intelligence, but you never knocked someone off your roster for their mind alone.

But man was the battle of wits that you two exchanged utterly intoxicating.

As the sky darkened and the café began to empty, you realized that this was the beginning of something dangerously tempting. You both walked out together, your arm tucked under his as he escorted you to the door. You both pretend you didn't see his friends spying on you from a few yards away. Your chaperones left to retrieve the car and left the two of you alone.

“When can I see you again?” He asked without a moment of hesitation. You smiled and reached forward with your free hand, running your fingers over his stuffed button up.

“When are you free next?” You hummed and he stared down at you.

“Tomorrow.”

You almost wanted to laugh. You knew you had a way about you, something that drew the boys in. Usually your tabloid worthy affairs were more coy with their affections. Remus was far more serious. He seemed to get what he wanted.

Oh sweet Mother Magdalene, he could have you if he really wanted.

“Same place?”

“I'll meet you here.” He mused before you both trailed off to silence. Just staring at each other's lips.

“Merlin, just kiss already!” You heard that familiar voice, black haired boy if you remember correctly, shout from their car. You laughed and he leaned in. It startled you at first but you melted in so easily. The kiss was messy and playful, your teeth clashing messily and your lips curled from where you were laughing.

Eventually it melted into a proper and far more hungry kiss. Your hands found his shoulders and his found your waist. He pulled you flush against his still wet clothes.

“Remus.” You whispered between his hungry mouth. “Remus, you'll catch a cold.” You tried to insist but he just deepened the kiss. You had become so familiar with it, you didn't even register the faint click of a camera coming from inside of the cafe.

Eventually, and much to your shared dismay, your chaperones returned and ushered you into the car.

You stared out the window and pouted a bit as you drove away from who you were sure was to be your soulmate. It was a long drive, the longest you've ever taken. It was the first ride you were sure you had taken as just a fraction of yourself. Considering your heart was growing miles and miles away in the scarred hands of a man who promised to take care of it.

You tucked the book closer to your vest and gave a dramatic and fond sigh. “He's just..”

“Your grace.” Your lady tried to scold but you simply shook your head. “This won't be ruined for me, ma'am. He’s just so bloody magnificent! How does a man like that truly exist?” You insisted and your other chaperone shook his head. You huffed at that.

“Truly! Did you see his eyes? His smile? I almost keeled over! Did I play it cool? Oh god I hope I did. Would he think I was weird if I painted my nails with his eye color?” You began to ramble and your poor guardians exchanged a look as you held the book tighter and fell to the side of the back seat, wrist to your head, and your face a complete red.

“He’ll be the death of me. I swear it.” You cooed in a dreamy way and your lady laughed.

“Not if your father hears first.” She tutted and you rolled your eyes. “As if he cares. Let me have my fun!”

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Remus was not in a much better state. Climbing into the car and James quickly began to speed off.

“An hour! Lily wanted me home an hour ago!” James complained and Sirius shook his shoulder.

“Lighten up Prongs! Remus got himself a muggle girl!” Sirius turned to look at him with a smirk. “A fit one at that. Heard she was a {L/N}? A duchess, eh Remus? Fancy yourself a royal?” He teased and Remus couldn't help but smile.

Sirius gawked and Remus quickly tried to hide it. “Oh ho ho! No you don't! What's the deal? Y'all meeting again?” Sirius pushed and Remus leaned back. Face a red mess and staring up at the roof of the car.

Sirius looked to James who adjusted his mirror to see him better. “Oh shit he's whipped.”

“Whipped doesn't even begin to describe it.” Remus muttered.

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The next morning you woke up before your lady came to wake you, you dressed and cleaned your room, planning for company later.

Rushing down stairs and into the kitchen to give your mother a kiss and your father your usual grunt of knowledgement. Then you noticed the front page image of the newspaper. You being practically devoured by your new London boy-

What could possibly be a better wake up call? Oh, you knew. The very same boy waiting for you, to do it all over again.

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separatist-apologist · 16 days ago

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We Could Call It Even

Summary: Newly made and terrified, Elain Archeron's human fiance tells her of a creature that could turn her back and keep them together and Elain will stop at nothing to make rumor a reality.

There is no force that can undo fate. No magic that can unmake a mating bond. And Lucien Vanserra isn't about to let his mate throw herself in the path of certain death on a fools hope. Lucien will be forced, instead, to watch her love another man for eighty brutal, miserable years.

While Elain Archeron will have to contend with a life she hoped to never live…and a mate she never wanted.

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It was another miserable party. Once, Elain had ruled these sorts of social gatherings but now she was relegated to the corner. Ever the dutiful hostess, she tried to make small talk, but everyone was uncomfortable in her presence.

It had been ten years. She’d thought they’d all be over it by now, realizing that she was a good one. They could trust her. Oh, they’d be perfectly polite but she saw the dread in their eyes when she approached and caught the little jabs they made, dressed up like a compliment.

Oh you just never age, do you, one guest said when Elain welcomed her in.

I wish I’d been unburdened with children, too—I’d have glowing skin, too.

All men wish for a wife that looks hardly older than a girl.

Alright, then. Elain was used to this song and dance. She smiled and laughed along though each jab wounded her. Graysen was allowed in their circles because he was still one of them, though an anomaly. They thought he simply couldn’t help himself given Elain was forever young, forever beautiful.

But she was an outsider. She couldn’t give him children though she’d tried—she suspected they might be incompatible. And so, she’d thrown herself into married life until she was an exemplary wife. She never argued with him, even when she wanted to scream and scream and scream. Elain didn’t cry, she didn’t plead, she didn’t beg. She woke before the sun to groom herself so when he woke, she was pleasing to look at.

She arranged the household just as he liked it, ensured all his favorite meals were prepared on a rotation, and saw to the chores so there was never even a whisper of dust even in the highest ceiling corners. Their garden won awards, and she grew her own produce and fruit, though that was personal for Elain. Feyre had tried to write a few letters before she came to visit, and though Feyre had never said one unkind word to Elain, her guilt had begun to trail after her like a specter.

For the first five years of their marriage, everything had been perfect…except Gray’s single-minded obsession with finding a cure for Elain’s faerie aliment, as he often called it. Once it became clear that there was no cure—none that would spare her life, anyway—he’d simply dropped it. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

But he was distant at times. Cold, too, when the mood struck him. Especially after his father died and he inherited all the titles and lands his father had once held. He was busy, she told herself. He had to think about more than just himself, now.

But it was more than that. Elain suspected he regretted his choices. That maybe love hadn’t been enough for him. He’d never admit it and thus admit he’d made the wrong decision. Especially not when the local circle of lords and ladies were such vipers.

But Gray was across the room with a glass of whiskey in his hand, pointedly not looking at her. He’d stay there until he was just drunk enough he didn’t mind if everyone saw them dance. Elain wasn’t in the mood for any of it that night. Sometimes she was so angry she had to bite down so hard that blood filled her mouth as her teeth ground together. Her nails would bite into her palm, bruising her skin as she tried to contain it all.

And then it would pass, and Elain would go back to trying. If she could just figure out the right combination of words and outfits and parties, everyone would see she was still the same Elain and treat her as such. Gray would go back to bright smiles and little touches. Life would feel normal.

He glanced over at her, a hint of gray in his brown hair catching in the overhead lights. The lines around his mouth seemed more pronounced right then, eyes crinkled just at the corners. No longer was he the young twenty something, and though he was hardly old, he was aging.

It alarmed her.

While Graysen sought to undo the faerie, Elain privately tried to come up with some way to make him like her. Immortal and unaging, so they could have centuries rather than just a few short decades that were already slipping through her fingers. Elain poured through books when she couldn’t sleep, but the only cases of it that weren’t rooted in so many layers of mythology they were, functionally, useless to her, belonged to her and her sisters.

And Miryam, too.

If Elain had undertaken that journey, she might have learned more. Sometimes she thought about trying again, certain Lucien was long gone by then. But Elain was too afraid to leave–what if she came back and the gates were barred to her, too? What if he realized he’d made a mistake?

Elain had become a shut-in.

Still holding Graysen’s gaze, she offered him a pretty, demure smile that seemed to thaw whatever ice coated his gaze. He made his way to her, sliding a hand over her waist. It was like nothing had changed between them.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said. The smell of whiskey hit Elain and she realized, too late, he was drunker than she’d thought. Maybe it didn’t matter. While other husbands got meaner when they were drunk, hers was sweeter. She almost always preferred him this way.

“We should try again,” he whispered, breath warm against her ear. Elain’s heart quickened at his words. Try for a child, he meant—every so often, the urge would overcome him and Graysen would think of nothing else but children for six straight months. He’d be on her day and night, but nothing ever came of it.

Elain couldn’t quite bear the disappointment. “Of course,” she agreed, knowing it would end the same. She was a glutton for punishment. In the bedroom, with the lights out and his mouth on her, it almost felt like adoration. Almost felt like the same love they’d had before the cauldron. He was never unkind or cruel, but he could be careless. And as time progressed with no child, he became shorter and shorter with his touches until all that seemed to matter was his deposit in her body.

She still cherished every moment until he inevitably grew tired of the whole thing and quit altogether. If he wanted to try, Elain would let him. Graysen grinned, clearly pleased. Whether it was the alcohol or something else that convinced him this would be the time, she didn’t know. Only that he swept her into a dance, smiling like old times.

And she was in love all over again.

Those moments of happiness were fragmented between longer stretches of tense cohabitation.

“Do you regret me?” she heard herself asking him one morning as she pinned her hair up off her face. Graysen’s was lined with age, his mouth a sharp slash against his once beautiful features.

He sighed, exasperated. “This again? Why do you continue to ask me questions you know the answer to?” “You seem unhappy,” Elain heard herself saying.

“It’s merely been thirty years, my darling,” Graysen said in response, pressing a perfunctory kiss to the top of her head. “All couples become distant.”

“Do they?” she questioned. She wouldn’t know given how isolated she was. Elain was too ashamed to ask Feyre how she was faring with the faerie she’d settled down with. Privately, Elain hoped her sister was just as troubled. It was simply a rough patch, she told herself. Graysen was fifty and managing not just their estate, but the vassal lands that stretched beyond.

And when one of the queens came calling on him, installing him at court for half the year, Elain found herself even more alone. Graysen returned in the winter each year while his letters became more infrequent.

There were rumors he’d taken a lover, though she had no proof of that. Elain didn’t dare ask him, either, for fear of shattering the life she’d built. She’d staked everything on the love she and Graysen had, and as the years stretched before her, lonely and bleak, Elain was forced to ask herself if she regretted her choice.

Would they always have ended up like this? Was their breakdown inevitable? Or had she been a fool holding on to him when it would have been better to let him go? There was no cure for old age—no cauldron to dip Graysen into, not council of High Lords willing to imbue him with their magic.

“You are still so, so beautiful,” Graysen told her one evening, well into his eightieth year. He’d sat up suddenly in the middle of the night, candle lit as he peered down at her. “I wouldn’t hold it against you if you left.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Elain told him, biting back a soft sob. The romance had never died for her. In her mind, she was his mirror. Her once youthful face lined with age, her hair the same silvery gray. Graysen walked slower and a hunch had begun to form. He traveled less to the capital and spent more time at their estate where he took his correspondence, his visitors, and everything else.

Little had changed in nearly a century—the humans were still wary of her, despite how easily Elain mimicked their movements. Her magic lay dormant, not bothering her since the last time she’d been in Prythian. She’d become adept at hiding her pointed ears inside her hair while making sure she kept up with the ever changing fashions.

She’d settled into her graceful body and made sure to sway with she stood or fidget when she sat—otherwise she was too still, which put everyone else on edge.

As Graysen began to decline, the vultures circled. Women couldn’t inherit and Elain had no children that might keep Graysen’s estate in her hands. She heard the men talking, vaguely related to Graysen by blood or marriage, urging him to protect his family rather than the immortal wife he’d been burdened with. She’d live forever, they told him. By the time Elain died, there might not be any Nolan’s left to take the estate.

Elain knew if he left her nothing, she’d have to go crawling back to Feyre. Or worse.

She might be forced to rely on Lucien.

She’d heard nothing from either of them since she’d chosen to leave, and truthfully, Elain never thought of either of them. Not until those final years, when Graysen was laid up in bed with a persistent cough that only grew worse. She was the only one who stayed—even the physician’s were chased off, afraid of bringing something home to their own families.

Fever took him in the night, and the smell of death told Elain he was nearly gone. Clutching her hand, Graysen stared upward, mumbling things that didn’t make any sense to her. She shushed him.

“Elain,” he whispered through cracked, dry lips. “It was all a waste, wasn’t it? A wasted life.”

Elain’s heart sank. “Of course it wasn’t,” she replied, smoothing her hand over his brow. “Every moment was perfect.” “A waste,” he whispered, slipping into sleep.

He didn’t wake up.

The following weeks were a blur. Elain arranged everything from money she had no right to touch—she later learned Graysen had left her only five hundred gold coins a year, to be paid out by a distant cousin who now oversaw the estate. She’d been given a thousand gold coins for her trouble, and then asked to leave as quickly as she could.

She was promised more, but Elain knew it wasn’t coming. A flurry of laws were likely already in the works to ensure faeries couldn’t inherit human money or property. Graysen was buried in the same plot as the rest of his family, and at his funeral, she wasn’t mentioned at all. It was as if he’d died a bachelor.

Ninety years, and what did she have to show for it? A thousand gold coins, her collection of dresses, and nothing else. Elain was no better off than she had been when she’d first walked to those doors and begged Graysen to keep her. Staring up at the fortress she’d called a home for so long, she thought of Gray and his final words.

A wasted life.

He’d died with regrets.

She walked back into Prythian, well aware that to stay among the humans was to risk death. If anything, humans had grown more distrustful of the fae since that final war, and there were those in Graysen’s life that would have relished to see her die, too.

The first step back into faerie held territory was pure agony. Elain screamed out, crumpling to the ground as her vision went black. Images raced behind her eyes in a flurry too quick for her to process. She didn’t know how long she knelt there, sobbing through her ragged breath.

She’d convinced herself it had simply left her. That the magic that had once infested her had left for a more willing occupant, freeing Elain of that torment, at least. It seemed not, and when she realized that she was still stuck in her faerie form, Elain vomited until her stomach was emptied of even bile.

She couldn’t sleep out there, though it was tempting to curl up in the dirt and lay there until the forest took her. Elain doubted that would kill her. She was starting to think nothing would. When she stood, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby creek and let out another pained sob.

She hated that face.

Elain walked numbly until she reached the edge of Prythian, coming out of the woods into Spring. She expected there to be no one there, but on the edge stood a familiar looking woman and just behind, one of Feyre’s winged males.

Nesta was there, arms crossed over her chest. Her hair was braided in a crown around her head, ears pointed and obvious. Steely, gray eyes pinned themselves to Elain as Elain stumbled toward her. She’d forgotten the name of the man that was clearly guarding her sister, hazel eyes watchful as though he expected her to do something she shouldn’t.

Elain didn’t even have a weapon on her.

Nesta marched toward her in a violet colored dress so at odds with the fashion Elain had been immersed in for nearly a century. It clung to her sisters frame, the fabric swishing lightly around Nesta’s legs. It seemed so obscene in comparison to her own garments, layered atop each other to give her a very specific shape.

“I heard the news,” Nesta said by way of greeting. Her voice was unchanged, just like her appearance. Nesta hadn’t aged a day, though there was something different about her. The sharp edges of her sister seemed softer, less blunt. Even her eyes betrayed some of Nesta’s pity, though Elain could see the simmering anger all but smoking off her. “I’m sorry for your loss.” Elain didn’t know what to say, so she simply shrugged her shoulders.

Nesta looked over her shoulder at the man, who nodded with encouragement.

“Stay with me—with us,” she amended. Elain looked back at the man.

“You’re with him?” she whispered, because surely not. Surely Nesta wouldn’t have married one of them.

Some of Nesta’s hope slipped into steely regard. “We’re mates.”

“Oh, gods,” Elain mumbled. Were none of them safe? Would fate not free them of the faerie infestation even once? The winged man inched closer, dressed like a warrior while Nesta seemed more like a forest nymph.

Nesta merely clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Unless you have other arrangements?”

“I…” Elain didn’t. “Where is Feyre?”

“Angry,” Nesta said, never once to mince words.

“So are you.” She didn’t need the gift of foresight to know that.

“You—” Nesta took a deep inhale through flared nostrils. “You’re grieving and this isn’t the place for this conversation. Come back with us. Please.”

Elain realized she was right back where she’d started. She wanted to turn and run, and she knew Nesta wouldn’t chase her down. Even then, she knew Nesta had swallowed nearly all of her pride to come and wait on Elain.

“Alright.”

“That’s the spirit,” the male all but cheered. Nesta glanced over, some wordless exchange passing between them. It made Elain sick to see. It was simply unfair, a slap in the face. Elain let Nesta winnow her back to Velaris, dropping her in front of a little brick home in the entertainment district.

“You can have the upstairs bedroom if you want,” Nesta told Elain as they stepped inside. It was spring, she realized—budding flowers had begun to burst through the soggy ground, still sleepy from a long winter. The air was cool and the promise of summer was just on the horizon. She’d forgotten how it all looked, how it felt—somehow Prythian was brighter, livelier, more wondrous than behind the boundary line where the wall had once stood.

Inside, the house was well lived in. Books covered the full wall when Elain first came in, with more stacked up on a glass coffee table in front of dark furniture. A basket of blankets sat beside an unlit fireplace leading into a dining room and then kitchen.

Up wide, wooden stairs were three bedrooms, the walls between holding portraits clearly painted by Feyre. There was Nesta in a long, amethyst gown beside the male in a fine black and silver tunic. They were looking at one another against a bright, mountainous backdrop. A wedding portrait, Elain supposed.

Another held Nesta flanked by two other women—one with cinnamon colored hair and bright, teal eyes and the other with dark hair and wings to match the males’s. They were grinning in matching leather armor, swords against their spines, the hilts peeking over slim shoulders, and ribbons tied around their foreheads.

The third, though, was Nesta standing beside a gangly boy with familiar, blue eyes and a shock of onyx hair. He looked just enough like Feyre to tell Elain she was an Aunt.

“That’s Nyx,” Nesta murmured, catching Elain staring. “He’s grown, now.”

“I suppose he would be,” Elain replied, unsure what to say to that. “Is that her only child?”

“For now,” Nesta told her, pushing open a door handle to a room overlooking the river. Her words were heavy with judgment—you’d know this if you hadn’t left—but unlike Gray, Elain had no regrets. It hadn’t been wasted time to her. It had been everything.

Nesta left Elain in that room, door cracked as if she wanted to give Elain privacy without shutting her out entirely. A conversation was coming—one Elain wasn’t interested in having. Nesta was going to want more than an explanation. She’d want an apology. Contrition. And Elain simply couldn’t give her any of those things. More than that, Elain was alarmed by what had happened since she’d left.

Feyre had a grown son. Nesta was married. When she’d imagined her sisters, she’d often imagined them in similar situations to her own. Especially Nesta, who Elain had never once thought would end up with one of them. How had it happened, she wondered? Had she been forced? Pressured?

A new, horrible thought occurred to Elain. Where was Lucien? How long before he learned what had happened and came sniffing back around as if nothing had happened? Elain’s heart raced at the thought. If it could happen to Nesta and her iron will, it could happen to Elain. She waited for Nesta to return—and she did, with food and the male who Elain remembered was named Cassian.

He was slated for death—she remembered that, too. Had she ever told him he was going to die? Elain didn’t remember anymore.

“We’ll talk in the morning,” Nesta murmured as Elain pointedly stared out the window, not bothering to acknowledge either of them.

“We’re sorry…ah…” Cassian cleared his throat, obviously nervous. “We’re sorry for your loss.”

Elain didn’t say a word.

They moved around beneath her, their words muffled by the floorboards. Morning turned to night before the sound of footsteps on the stairs betrayed Cassian and Nesta. They were going to bed and Elain had a small window to dart out before anyone realized she was gone.

It seemed like it took forever for them to fall asleep. Every time Elain would unfold her legs from beneath her, she’d hear Cassian’s quiet voice or Nesta’s feet soft on the landing between their rooms. Heart pounding, Elain would freeze until it got quiet again and begin counting to one thousand in her head.

Eventually, the moon hung high over Velaris and Cassian and Nesta settled. Elain was as quiet as she could manage, cringing when she stepped on a creaky board. Frozen on the steps, she waited for Nesta or Cassian to burst out, filled with accusations. She didn’t remember what kind of magic he had—reading minds, she thought? He’d know her plan, shoddily constructed as it was, immediately. And who knew what would happen to her then?

Admittedly, Elain didn’t really know what she’d do when she got to the docks. Maybe it was her grief-addled brain that caused her to purchase that ticket—or maybe it was the first smart thing she’d done since she’d been turned. Elain wanted—no, needed—to get far away from Prythian.

It wasn’t about being human anymore. That didn’t matter, not with Graysen dead and buried. Her memory had likely been erased in the few hours since she’d been chased out. What would they say about him, she wondered? His reputation would forever be tarnished—he’d been a faerie lover, after all.

Elain was allowed on the ship long before it ever left port. She’d smiled and the standing officer had blinked, stepped out of her way, and allowed her into her stuffy, private cabin. Beneath the smell of salt and sweat, the faintest smell of sweet cinnamon filled her senses. Flopping on the bed, Elain closed her eyes and willed herself to smell only that—it reminded her of home, somehow.

Wherever that was, anyway. It felt like several lifetimes had passed since she’d left the human lands though it had barely been a full day. She’d gone from the bed she’d slept in for nearly a century to her sister's home to this ship in quick succession.

Was she even allowed to cry? She was alive, after all. Safe, too, for whatever that was worth. No one loved her anymore. And with Gray’s last words echoed in her mind Elain thought that, maybe, no one ever had. Not really. Not in the end.

Curling on her side, Elain dragged a lumpy pillow away from the scratched up headboard. It, too, smelled like cinnamon. Burying her face into the fabric, Elain cried anyway.

#elucien #i dont know why ive been so weird about uploading this

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bluegalaxygirl · 1 year ago

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If your request are still open I would like to add a request.

Maybe some Zolu x Reader head-canons, like what would happen if they were to have kids?

Yes my requests are open and id love to do this I'll do Zosan though since I'm not to sure about Zolu at the moment sorry:) Reader is female

Warning: Bad language and fluff

As i was writing this i came up with a bunch of ideas so i'll be making two more stories and linking them. thank you for the request i enjoyed this so much :) <3

^ Your baby would be 100% protected no matter what. The whole crew would be down to fight if anything happened to your baby but Sanji and Zoro would be pissed and run right in to help. No one will ever touch their baby and one of you or the crew will always be with her. Gods forbid someone makes your baby cry, Sanji and Zoro will give them a death glare until they say sorry or run away.

^ Your first child would be a girl and it was your idea to call her Kuina after Zoro's childhood friend, Zoro loved it and was so grateful to have you and Sanji in his life. You would all take turns getting up at night with your baby but the boys made it a point to let you sleep more since you did have the baby and are providing the milk.

^ Sanji is in love from the moment he laid his eyes on his baby girl and would carry her around when ever he could, would never smoke around his baby and will start eating breath mints after a cigarette, no one told him to do it but he didn't want his daughter to get second hand smoke.

^ Zoro would take naps with your baby girl, you have to remind at first not to sleep in direct sunlight with her, but he soon got it and started sleeping either inside or under the tree on the grass deck, the baby would either be in her basket or on his chest. He loves to have his baby on his chest, she feels so warm.

^ Sanji would differently have the baby in the kitchen when he's cooking, having her sit in her high chair and showing her ingredients and telling her everything she needs to know, he'd let her taste things and listen to her babble with a "Yes, you think so?" or "That's a great idea".

^ When you and Sanji dance in the kitchen your baby love to watch, clapping along to the music and giggling at the two of you. Sanji will pick her up and let her join you two giving his two favorite girls compliments and kisses.

^ When you and Zoro work out together you like to have the baby in the room, She sleeps very well almost like the sound of the weights and you two talking lulls her to sleep. When she is awake you love to put her on a blanket on the floor and do push-ups above her, when coming down you blow on her belly or kiss her head making her giggle, her hands tend to grab your hair or nose, but she's so fucking cute you can't stop her.

^ Zoro falls in love all over again watching you and his baby, sometimes he'll just stop mid set watching you two. He 100% the kind of dad that makes his daughter feel strong, like when she squeezes his finger he'll fall to his knees and pretend like she's forcing him down "Oh no my baby girls too strong... please have mercy" his baby will giggle and let go, so he can kiss her forehead.

^ When the three of you are out you love to have the baby in your arms but if you get tired Sanji or Zoro are more than happy to hold her, Sanji will show off his baby when ever possible, lady's will swoon over him and the baby in his arms, but he's starting to flirt less and brag more about his baby girl and the woman who helped made her.

^ While out Zoro will either hand the baby in his kimono wrapped up tight, so she won't fall out or when she's old enough, on his shoulders letting her see the world and play with his hair. You or Sanji will always be with him when out with the baby, so he doesn't get lost and make you two worry, it happened once and you almost had a heart attack while Sanji almost killed Zoro.

^ You are praised a lot by the two, telling you how much they love you and thanking you for this bundle of joy. They make sure your well rested and well-fed, if you ever need time alone or away from the baby there is no problem, they will take care of things for you. You will get a lot of hugs and kisses when ever they see you, telling you how good you look even if you feel like shit.

^ Zoro and Sanji will spend time together in the aquarium bar with your baby, showing her the fish or letting her sleep while the two spend time together, they would love it of you joined them but sometimes you need time away or you have work to do. They will cuddle with each other and either sleep or talk quietly while your baby sleeps.

^ When your baby started talking her first word as "Berry" she loves strawberries, raspberries and blueberries but none of you expected that to be her first words. Her names for you are Mum and Mommy and for Sanji and Zoro she seems to only call Zoro Dad and Sanji Daddy.

----- Now for the crew, Friends & Foes -----

^ Luffy loves your baby girl, he always wants to bring her on adventures that the three of you have to stop. Luffy considers your baby girl a part of his crew but when she's old enough to talk he asks her to join his crew and before any of you three can stop him she answers yes. Luffy is your baby's uncle there's no doubt about it and when she started to talk it was hard for her to say Luffy or Uncle, so she started calling him Lu or Lulu.

^ Nami is one of your best friend's, but she wasn't to sure about your baby at first, it was mainly fear of doing something wrong or getting puked on but over time she starts to interact more with her and the first time she holds your baby girl she didn't want to let her go. Your daughter has been obsessed with Nami's hair form day one and loves to run her small hand through the navigator's hair, she never grabs, pulls or tried to eat it, you think she just loves the color and feel. At first, she started calling Nami Ore but when she could finally say Orange she started calling her that.

^ Usopp was a nervous wreck, he said a lot of stuff before the baby was born about being the best uncle and how good he is with baby's but when the baby was put into his arms he froze, he was scared to move or even breath, but he got a little more confident around her. He went over the top when baby proofing the ship but you didn't mind better to be safe than sorry. Your daughter thinks of him as her second uncle and loves to watch him make things, but he always panics when she gets a few feet too close to his tools, she laughs about it though and sits with Zoro watching him form afar. She likes to call him Nose, but she also calls him opp from time to time.

^ Robin is 100% the auntie to your daughter, she helps out a lot with the baby and often reads to her. She finds your baby so cute she can't help but blush when ever she starts babbling, she used to read your baby kids books but soon turned to history books, Sanji wasn't sure at first but Robin told him that the baby was smart, and she wouldn't read her anything graphic. Zoro was also weary of it but after sitting with them one time he realized it was ok, your baby enjoyed it and Robin mostly taught her about ancient city's and skypia. Your baby looks at Robin with so much wonder and calls her Ant since she couldn't say Auntie at first.

^ Chopper loves but also fears your daughter, he helped you through your pregnancy, the birth and check up's afterwords, if you or the boys have any concerns he's the one you go to. He mainly fears your daughter because she's convinced he's a real living teddy bear, she'll rub his fur, hug him but when she was teething she often tried to bite his antlers. You, Zoro and Sanji tired your best to explain things to her or get her to stop but it took a while. She of course calls him Teddy or Fluffy and smiles when ever she sees him.

^ Franky made her cry the first time he met her, his large figure leaning over to look at her made her scream and cry, he cried too getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness. It took a while for your daughter to get used to him, he made toys for her and would always use his tiny hand to interact with her as not to scare her. She starts really liking him as she gets older, she laughs when ever he does something silly, and she tends to copy him when ever he does his Super stance, her name for him is Robo and she refuse to call him anything else.

^ Brook and your Daughter had a strange meeting, they both just stared at each other for a solid minute before she starts laughing, it made every surprised, you thought she would be scared of him, but she wasn't, in fact she was fascinated by him, and he bent down to let her feel his skull. When ever she see's him she likes to touch his face or pull on his finger's, she loves his laugh and tried to mimic it at times. You often sing your baby to sleep but if your having trouble Brook will lend a hand and lightly place the violin while you sing, you baby falls asleep almost instantly. She loves to call him skelly or skull.

^ Jinbe is a big help in calming you or your boys down when your upset or frustrated over something to do with the baby, most of the time its you three doubting yourselves, but he's there for you, he thinks your daughter is amazing and your daughter loves to hear the man talk, its like when ever he does she can't turn away form him its something about his voice. She calls him Jin or Jolly and when ever she see's another fish man she loves to wave at them or say hi to them.

^ The heart pirates helped you through your birth, Chopper needed help and asked Law who wasn't too happy at first but agreed to help. You had the baby on the sunny so all the heart pirates where on the sub, but they really wanted to see your baby. they boo'd their captain when he said they were leaving, but they didn't fight him. Almost a month later they finally, met your baby, and she loved Bepo he was a big fluffy teddy in her eyes, and she loved Penguin's and Shachi's hats, the two took it upon themselves to get your baby a Dolphin hat, and she loves it. Law said he didn't feel any kinda way towards your baby, but he was so gentle with her and the slight blush on his cheeks gave away that he did think she was cute. The only member she was scared of was Jean Bart, he was a large man, but he was also super kind and gave your baby a lot of space.

^ Kid pirates had no idea you were even pregnant, your baby was over a year by the time they met up with the straw hats again and it was a chance meeting. You, Sanji and Zoro were out shopping, your baby girl on Zoro's shoulders until you bumped into Kid and Killer, The captain raised an eyebrow at you four before blurting out about you guys having a kid, Zoro handed Sanji the baby girl before yelling at Kid to back off. While those two argued Killer walked up to you and Sanji and the cooks instinct was to raise his leg up to protect your baby but you placed a hand on his leg, telling him it's ok. Killer went eye level with your baby and reached a finger out your baby taking it and shaking his hand as the man laughed a little and your baby girl laughed too. Kid and Zoro finally stopped fighting to see your baby and Killer interact, your baby touched the mans mask and her eyes were so kind. Kid sighs before congratulating you all and walking away, Killer waving goodbye too. It was a strange encounter but luckily there was no harm done. (Link)

^ When the Vinsmoke family found out they where pissed but didn't do anything about it, the only one who did care was Reiju, but she kept it to herself. She sent a gift basket and a card getting it special delivered to the sunny, Sanji cried when he saw it and it made you tear up a little too but you were all thankful to her. There was chance meeting with the three germa 66 boys that didn't go so well though (Link)

^ Mihawk and Perona had very different ways of interacting with your daughter, but they both really wanted to meet her, Mihawk sent a letter out along with a log post inviting you all to his castle, Perona wrote in it too asking all kinds of questions like what toy's does she like? Does she like pink? what's her favorite food? ect, you never thought the ghost girl would be interested in your baby but you were proven wrong (Link)

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #baby #one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #zoro roronoa #zoro x sanji x reader

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 2 months ago

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Midnight Rain Ch. 4

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Chapter 3

“It was fucking wild Seb. She acted like she was her regular old self again and I just know she’s gonna crash and burn it all to the ground.” Brooke said as she helped Seb cook dinner. “Maybe she is just getting back to her normal self Brooke…why is that such a bad thing? It’s been almost 4 months since she lost her child, why does she have to remain in this constant state of depression and wanting to kill herself?” Seb turned asking her as a thick silence fell over the kitchen.

“I’m not going to kill myself. I lost my baby, that alone will keep me fighting for some while. I have boxes that need donated, Seb if you could handle that or call Anthony or someone, I don’t care who. Just get someone to take care of it. The rest of the items not being donated will be moved to my new apartment across town.” you said causing both Sebastian and Brooke to turn and look at you. “You two can take over the lease here…I don’t want it any longer.”

“Y/N…I don’t think that’s such a great idea.” Brooke said walking around the island to you. You looked at her, squaring your shoulders. “While I appreciate everything and I do mean everything you and Sebastian have done for me Brooke, I don’t need pity…I don’t need a mother hen standing over me, making sure I don't cry at the drop of a hat. I need a right hand girl who's going to gut the guy responsible for killing my child. If you can’t provide that service now, then guess what? Move along and I’ll find someone better.” You weren’t vicious in your speech, you were stern. You…you were back. “I packed up….her room as well. Donation boxes are in the hallway, if we could get that taken care of before I get back that would be great. I worked on this all night, I am not changing my mind, I don’t want to think about it anymore. I’m going to go meet a friend for coffee, I’ll be back later.” you said as Brooke tried to interrupt you multiple times.

“Wait, a friend?” It was Sebastian's turn to follow you. “Are you meeting Chris?” he asked as you grabbed your purse and headed for the hooks that held the keys. “No, I am not. I haven’t spoken to Chris since he left yesterday. I said I was meeting a friend. Not my…” you stopped short before turning to look at Sebastian. “I’m meeting a friend at the Starbucks down the road, if you need me, you may reach me on my cell phone, but unless it’s an emergency, then don’t try to reach me. If I need anything I’ll call you.” you said before snatching up the keys, and walking out the door without another word.

Sebastian looked at Brooke who stared back at him, “What are you waiting for! Grab your purse and let's go!” he said, huffing out. Like they’d ever let you go out alone to meet someone they weren’t familiar with.

“So, how are you?” you asked Steve as you both sat in a small circular booth in the back of your favorite coffee shop. Steve smiled while sipping the coffee before looking at you, “I’m good. Better now that we’re having this mini date.” he chuckled as you laughed softly. “A Mini date? If this is considered a mini date…what do you consider a real date?” you asked as he leaned back, smirking at you. “First of all, I’d pick you up, none of this…” he made a motion with his fingers, “driving yourself…you’re a lady, you should be treated as such. Secondly, we’d go to this nice little italian restaurant, I’d rent it out, so it’s just you and I…play romantic music, take our time enjoying dinner, dancing a little. Then, once dinner was done, we’d go for ice cream, then after enjoying an ice cream, I’d be the perfect gentleman and drop you off at your front door, a soft kiss, and then…I’d call you the next day to set up our next date.” he picked up his coffee as his eyes drifted away from you and out the window to your right.

You stared at him, realizing that you’d never been treated right, Chris never did this, he never treated you like this…you couldn’t recall the last date you went on with him. You smiled and raised your eyebrows as you brought the coffee cup to your lips. “Sounds like you know how to show a girl a good time.” you mumbled out after sipping the hot liquid. You welcomed the burning sensation in your throat, making it difficult to speak for a moment. Steve was incredible, he’d told you about breaking up with his long time girlfriend around 5 months ago, that he’d tried to go out a few times but found the women were really just dating him to get him into bed, which he did not do on the first date.

Steve also told you about his dog, a golden retriever named Boomer, and his fat orange tabby cat, Bernie, "Boomer sounds like a sweetheart," you remarked, recalling Steve's stories about his furry companions. "And Bernie must keep him on his toes," you added with a chuckle.

Steve nodded, a warmth spreading across his face as he talked about his pets. "Yeah, they're quite a pair. Boomer's always up for a game of fetch, and Bernie, well, he thinks he's the king of the house."

You smiled, enjoying the easy conversation and the genuine interest Steve showed in sharing these details with you. It was refreshing, a stark contrast to the indifferent and self-centered attitude Chris had always displayed.

As you both continued chatting, you found yourself captivated not only by Steve's stories but by his attentive manner and the way he made you feel valued and respected. It was something you hadn't realized you'd been missing until now.

The cozy ambiance of the coffee shop seemed to fade into the background as you lost yourself in conversation, the hours passing unnoticed. Before you knew it, Steve glanced at his watch and chuckled softly. "Looks like we've been here longer than I realized." You checked the time as well, surprised at how quickly the afternoon had flown by. "Time really does fly when you're having a good time," you replied with a smile.

Steve nodded in agreement, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that sent a flutter through your stomach. "I've really enjoyed today," he admitted sincerely.

"Me too," you replied softly, feeling a sense of contentment settling over you that had never existed before.

Steve hesitated for a moment, then reached across the table, his hand covering yours gently. "Would you like to do this again? Maybe for a... proper date this time?" You looked down at his hand on yours, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'd love that," you answered, meeting his gaze with certainty.

And as you sat there, hands intertwined, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected moment, realizing that sometimes, the best things come when you least expect them.

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pablitogavii · 1 year ago

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can you do where the reader is a ballerina and pablo goes to see her and he brings her flowers and he’s so proud and cute 🥺🥺

Bellerina

Pablo's POV

"Will you relax already hermano!?" Pedri was helping me get ready and I was very thankful he and Ansu agreed to come with me to my girlfriend's premier night.

"Do you think we are overdressed!?" Ansu came out never in his life wearing a suit which made both me and Pedri laugh out loud when we saw him. I really needed this laugh right now!

"It's a ballet premier cabrón! Everyone is dressing up!" I said and Ansu groaned rolling his eyes while checking himself out on the mirror. I took my phone out smiling when I saw the message from her.

nena<3: I'm turning off my Pablito..I can't wait to see you after the show ❤️❤️ te amo!

pablitoo: good luck princesa mia! i'll be watching you proudly and know you will do great! just be yourself and be careful please ❤️❤️ te amo muchisimo!

"Ready to go?" Pedri said and I put my phone away grabbing the tickets and we all left to drive to the theater together.

Y/n's POV

"Your boyfriend is coming tonight right!?" Sofia (one of my closest friends) asked and I nodded blushing red at the thought of Pablo watching me dance.

"I know that's exciting, but I hope you will remain focused!?" teacher added and I nodded smiling at my friend when she left.

After texting Pablo knowing I will need to turn off my phone to stay concentrated, I also posted a picture on Instagram hoping people would come see out show we worked so hard to prepare.

y.n.bebe

Tonight is the BIG SHOW! Who is coming?? ❤️ #ballerina

comments:

pablogavi: can't wait to watch you dance bebé ❤️❤️

pablitogavii: he's going to watch her!!??

gavigavi: now i need to go!!

y/ngavicouple: it's her night! 😔

ansufati: I wore a suit for this!! 😂 can't wait!!

pedri: we're all supporting you amiga!!

sofiabellarina: let's do this!

aurorapaezg: always beautiful! 😍

Pablo's POV

We drove first to the florist to grab a bouquet for her and I was looking at all of them unsure which one is perfect.

"If you're nervous, just choose her favorite flower.." lady asked and I smiled asking if she can make anything with orchids remembering your story how people don't appreciate water flowers enough.

"That might be hard..but I'll do my best" she said making the bouquet right there before giving ti to me and I smiled really hoping my girl likes it. I payed and we left to the car.

When we arrived, we gave out tickets walking inside before the hoard of fans could get to us. I promised myself that tonight is about her, and she was going to the the only one who will have my attention.

We went to our seats and shortly afterwards the show started. This was the first time I was in the ballet show and I had to admit it was a strange feeling.

"When is her solo part?" Pedri asked and Pablo showed him the program pointing at your name proudly smiling knowing that he will be keeping this piece of paper forever.

You always told him how proud it made you when you came to watch his games, and tonight he felt exact the same finally understanding what it means.

"She's next.." Pablo said putting down the paper and looking at the stage as the curtains opened and the music started.

Y/n POV

I said my preyer before the music started cuing me to walk on stage. I forgot about everything around em just focusing on the melody moving to it on stage feeling like I was flying.

It was strange but I could feel his gaze on me the whole time. It didn't distract me, the contrary, it made me more engulfed int he feeling of the piece and the emotion it portrayed.

When my solo came to the end I kept the final pose for a few seconds while everyone applauded and I was finally able to open my eyes meeting his brown ones in the close rows.

I saw him smile proudly at me and my heart was full as I walked off the stage. It was a new strange feel of accomplishment when I saw that he was proud of me.

"Y/n!" teacher called and I rushed seeing her smile as she pulled me into a tight embrace. It was very out of character for her to show emotion but I was glad he enjoyed my performance so much.

"You were..I'm speechless..also, this was sent from the audience for you darling" she gave me the bouquet and before even reading the note I knew who it was from..the orchids..he remembered.

mi amor...you're my special water flower and I will forever cherish and appreciate you. te amo! -your Pablito

You just blushed smelling the flowers while all your friends were cheering telling you how lucky you were to have such a sweet boyfriend.

Pablo's POV

Show was soon over and everyone enjoyed it applauding loudly at the end. Even Pedri and Ansu asked if they can come again some time and I chuckled nodding my head.

"We can take you backstage now" they came to pick us up and I was excitedly rushing to finally see her again. I couldn't wait to congratulate her in person finally.

"Amor!" I called and she rushed to me still in her costume which I thought it was adorable. She jumped in my arms and I grabbed her small body twirling her around.

"You were..amazing princesa" I said and she blushed before I held her face and kissing her lips passionately. She pulled away wanting to greet my friends too which I completely forgot they were there.

"Thank you for coming..I hope it wasn't too boring" she said and both of them shook their heads congratulating her which made her smile happily. She was so pretty whens he was smiling.

"You also look amazing in a suit Ansu" she chuckled and we all joined her before both of them hugged her saying they will go back to the seats and leave you two alone before the final bow.

"What can I say except..I am beyond proud of you..and I love you so much" I held her in my arms and she chuckled going up on her point shoes which gave her enough height to kiss my lips.

"Mm those are quite helpful huh?" I said and she chuckled nodding her head before I kissed her again pulling her closer and we danced together for awhile.

"Time for the finale" teacher called and she smiled nodding her head and turning back to look at me. I didn't want to let her go just yet.

Y/n's POV

"I have to go cariño..but we're going home together afterwards" I reminded him hating to see his sad face and he gave me a smile I needed to see kissing me one more time.

"I love you.." he said after letting go off me and I smiled nodding my head.

"I love you too.." I said starting to walk away and he did as well but then something came to my mind and I called his name making him turn around quickly.

"Thank you for the flowers cariño..they are perfect" I yelled and he smiled happy he chose right.

"Just like you..go mi ballerina!" he said and I rushed away while he returned to his seat with his friends.

When we came out for the final bow, everyone applauded and Pablo's eyes were only glued on my face..tonight was absolutely perfect. <3

pablogavi

Mi ballerina, you were incredible tonight and I am beyond proud of you. I can't believe I'm the lucky guy who gets to hold you and love you. You are special mi amor..so special ❤️ @y.n.bebe

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redbleedingrose · 1 year ago

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Girl Dad!Rhysand x Reader Headcanons Pt 2

Part 1

A/N: So it turns out you all enjoyed the first post and I kept coming up with more ideas so here we go!

Girl dad Rhys back at it again stealing all our hearts smh <333333

I feel like Rhys is really into family vacations! He loves taking time to just relax with his mate and his little shining star, often taking you and the babe up to the private cabin to just get away from the stress of being high lord and high lady. He really believes that the key to having a happy and healthy relationship with both you and your daughter is being “normal” and truly just being himself around the people he cares most for in the entire world.

He is definitely the kind of mate to have a secluded beach house, a quaint cabin in the Illyrian mountains, a cozy cottage in the forests that he personally designed. Ofc there is a huge master bedroom with an on-suite sitting area with a gigantic balcony that has the best views in the entire home. He also designs the perfect room for your babe, even including additional rooms for any future children you may have (which he is quite desperate for). There is a play room with lots of sensory development toys, a library that holds collections of all your and your daughters favorite books from different authors, there is definitely a pool (for late night skinny dipping), and a music room that has the piano and guitars so your daughter can learn how to play.

He adores playing chess with his shining star. She always wins against her 500 year old father despite being only 3. He loves watching her little pigtails bounce as she dances and jumps with glee, teasing her mama: “I won mama, you never win against papa, right papa?” Her chubby cheeks flushing with excitement as she stares up at you with innocent widened eyes. “That’s right my shining star, papa always wins,” his violet eyes glinting with starlight as he sends you a cheeky wink that leaves you feeling flushed all over

The asshole never lets you win, in fact, he always has a stupid sexy smug smirk on his face every time you play against him.

At some point during your relationship, you forced Azriel to teach you all of Rhys’ dirty tricks so you can finally win against him.

It did not work.

Man’s already had you figured out. Watching you with one eyebrow raised and a grin tugging at his lips every time you played a move where you thought you had the upper hand, only for him to end up winning.

It’s okay though… he ate you out for hours as a reward for trying so hard

ANYWAY

I feel like your daughter and Rhys are connected on a deeper level. Like I said, this male adores her. Treats her like a princess. Coddles her to the extreme while making sure she understands her privilege. Regardless… they just understand each other more than you could ever describe. It is that unconditional deep love that he has for her that makes their bond so special.

Any time she has a nightmare? Rhys is already awake and jogging towards her room to bring her back to your bed and let her sleep between the both of you or on his chest.

When she was just a babe, before she could talk, you could swear that with the way Rhys and her stared at each other, they were communicating and could understand each other. They still do that now. It is like they have their own language, inside jokes that end with high pitched giggles and Rhys tickling her and pulling her close to smooch her ruddy cheeks.

There was a phase your daughter had where she would try to sneak into your bed to sleep with you and Rhys. You would wake up every single time she tried, silently watching with a soft smile and bleary eyes as Rhys shush’s her as she stares up at him with her violet puppy dog eyes, “C’mere little love, shh don’t wake mama, s’okay, you can sleep with us tonight,” already leaning down to pick her up under her outstretched arms to settle her between you both. When she crawls in behind you and tries to throw her tiny arm around your waist, you will turn around with a gentle groan and pull her into your chest, tucking her head under your chin and planting a soft kiss to her fluffy hair so she can snuggle into you completely.

Rhysand still struggles to sleep some nights. Some nights, he wakes up gasping for air and clutching his chest, staring at you desperately while you rub his back and whisper sweet nothings into his ear. On these nights though, Rhys is completely content and at ease. When you and his babe are with him, you both are entirely safe. The thing is… he feels entirely safe too. He leans in for a quick peck before scooting forward to cuddle you both into him, almost immediately sliding back into a deep sleep with you both in his arms.

This male is also the most extravagant and outlandish fae you have ever met. This male insists on matching EVERYWHERE. Before your daughter was born, he would have clothes that were specially made for you both so that you could match wherever you went. Now??? This male has you AND your daughter matching with him.

Matching pajama sets??? A MUST

Regular every day wear??? Better be matching

training clothes???

“We are on the same team darling, we have to match,” he pleads as you stare at him exasperated as hell. He will even rope your daughter in, I cannot with him frl… “Isn’t that right my little star? You want mama to match with me and you right?”

And how are you supposed to resist your adorable daughter clapping her tiny hands and clutching at your dress, rocking back and forth on her heels with her violet eyes looking up at you, “Yes mama! Please match with us!” with the largest toothy smile, reminding you how she is growing up too fast

Matching starfall outfits?? Absolutely, without a doubt, its not a want, its a NEED

Male gets weak in the knees when he realizes that you and your babe are wearing your hair in the same hairstyle. He bites at your exposed neck and whisper begs for another babe.

Can we just discuss how adorable your babe is? Her violet eyes and ruddy cheeks that are so chubby every time she smiles with wild hair that can barely be controlled? Her round belly and tiny hands that barely fist around 3 of Rhys’ fingers and her feet that stumble and scamper through the marbled floors with delighted screams as Azriel and Cassian play tag with her. She is your little angel.

All that to say, Rhysand absolutely blows raspberries onto her tummy that results in squeals and laughter that make the stars shine brighter. He also loves to pretend to eat and chew on her toes and feet. They are his favorite “snack” as he likes to tell your babe.

Whenever she falls or hurts herself, she immediately comes running to you with fat tears rolling down her ruddy cheeks and her arms sticking out so her mama can cuddle and kiss away her pain. Obviously a mama’s kiss is healing of all things. Rhys worries like a mother hen, fretting over her paper cut, “Should we call Madja darling?? Are you sure??? Look, she is crying!!! I think we should call Majda. She needs to clear out the clinic immediately so all of the healers can focus on her!!!” And you are just rolling your eyes and smooching away your shining stars tears and her boo boo. After she has calmed down a little, all she wants to do is cuddle with her papa, and he will immediately bring her into his arms and hold her against his chest, his fluttering heart with panic beating under her tiny head while he plants kisses all over her temple and forehead while checking her boo boo and signs of any other boo boos. He will also add his own kiss because, “papa wants to help too little love.”

You wanna know what Rhys thinks is the most adorable thing?? It is when your daughter follows you around and pretends to be high lady because she wants to be exactly like her mama. She drinks her milk from her sippy cup and pretends that it is the coffee that you drink every morning. She bosses Cassian around, forcing him to have tea parties with her to mimic gatherings with other courts, and loves when Mor dresses her up and gets her all dolled up. She loves joining you and Rhys in your shared office and acts like she is “in charge” of meetings, often falling asleep in the chair with her belly sticking out of her shirt that is riding up, milk dripping out of the sippy cup onto the wooden floors as it hangs out from her hand, soft snores while you and Rhys discuss political strategy softly in the background, kissing her head every so often to see that tiny sleepy smile as she shifts deeper into the sofa.

Rhysand has no strength against her. One messily pout from her gets her whatever she wants. Some high lord he is (affectionate in love eye roll)

She wants a horse?

“But darling, it is just a tiny project with 100 stables and 100 horses. It is entirely plausible. My little star deserves to have all the horses she wants”

She wants a pup?

“Okay little love, but we have to convince mama first so make sure you give her your puppy dog eyes okay?” (Smooches her cheeks ten times before settling her on his hip and making his way to your office)

She wants new shoes?

“My heart… she only has two closet collection of shoes… she should have at least fifteen as the future high lady!”

“Rhys she is only four.”

“That doesn’t matter darling! She deserves the best of the best, just as you do.”

She wants a new house?

“Sweetheart, we only have five houses. A high lord and lady can have a couple more. Especially if our shining star wants another.”

“Rhys, she does not need another house. She is fine.”

“But darling…” (whines like a baby until you give in and he builds another home for you)

She wants a sister?

“I think it’s time for another darling”

“You think so?”

“Yes darling, I-”

“I think so too husband.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

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roanniom · 1 year ago

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hi beautiful 😍 thank you for answering my last ask. <3

im having a super bad day at work and desperately just want to go home to have a nice bubble bath and a good cry, and was wondering if you maybe had time to write a baby blurb about reader and eddie having a bath together?

if you can’t that’s totally fine ❤️ ❤️

Bubbles

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie knows the signs very well at this point. When you walked into your shared apartment with a deep frown on your face and little more than a half hearted hello, he’d immediately walked into the bathroom. You hadn’t even noticed since you were busy sitting numb in front of the tv barely watching whatever horror movie he’d been watching before you’d walked in.

You aren’t pulled out of your daze until you hear Eddie’s voice softly calling to you. Walking into the bathroom, you melt at the sight of your boyfriend leaning against the sink counter holding a glass of wine out to you, the tub full of light pink bubbles. The room is washed in a warm glow from your favorite scented candle lit in the corner.

“Oh Eddie…” Your voice cracks, but Eddie’s having none of it. This is supposed to make you feel better, so he hushes you, places the glass down and begins to help you strip off your work clothes.

“Have a relaxing soak, baby, and I’ll go order that takeout you like,” he says gently after unbuttoning your blouse and dropping it on the counter. He pulls your bra straps down and kisses the marks the restrictive garment left behind after your long day.

“Stay with me,” you speak up, though you sound quiet. You turn in his arms and tug at his shirt to try and get him to undress.

“But this is just for you,” Eddie tries to protest. However, you manhandle him with more energy than you’d seemed capable of at the moment, rendering him equally naked in a moment.

“I’d rather you with me. Can you?” you plead. And Eddie doesn’t deny you. Because Eddie could never deny you anything you ask.

He helps you step into the warm water, stepping in carefully after you and settling down so you can rest your back against his chest. His arms wind around you under the bubbles. Comforting and all encompassing in a way that makes the pain and weight of your day positively melt away.

You take a sip of the wine he’d grabbed again before you both had gotten in.

“Mmmm,” you hum. Eddie chuckles and places a wet kiss to the side of your neck.

“Is the wine good?”

“No, the man,” you respond. Eddie gasps.

“There’s a man? Here in Spa Munson?” he says in a stage whisper, clutching at you while you giggle. “I must report this to management.”

“Shut up, Eds.”

“Whatever my lady requests.” You can hear the smile in his voice. A few moments of comfortable silence pass. You watch shadows dance on the ceiling while the candle flame flickers. Eddie lathers your loofah with your favorite soap and slowly, gently massages you clean. All of your senses feel full.

“Thank you,” you finally say into the quiet. Eddie responds by lifting your hand out of the water and placing a kiss on your palm. It makes your heart hurt.

“You always know exactly how to make me feel better,” you continue. Eddie kisses your shoulder then and you realizes he’s making good on his promise to follow your orders of shutting up. You scoff, but keep going.

“You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.”

A kiss to the side of your neck. His arms wind tight around your waist, pressing you even further against his body. The body that holds you up when times are hard. The body that weighs you down when he tackles you with tickles. The body that presses you into the mattress each time it spells out it’s love for you with your own.

“I don’t even come near to deserving you,” you add on. Now it’s Eddie’s turn to scoff.

“Take that back—,”

“Gotchya talking,” you say with a laugh. Eddie brings a hand up, dripping from the water, and grabs your chin, turning you so he can capture your lips with his.

There’s no more talking to be done for either of you.

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Hope this helped, lovely!

#anon #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson Drabble #Eddie Munson blurb #Eddie Munson thots

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hannahbarberra162 · 5 months ago

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Country Mouse, City Mouse Chapter 6

On Ao3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Along with his other titles, Mihawk should really add “world’s best kisser” to his resume, you thought to yourself. You were laying in your favorite grass spot outside, thinking over the events of the night. Mihawk had finally kissed you, and it had lived up to all your childhood, girly, romantic, foolish notions. It didn’t hurt that he dressed like a hot, villainous prince of the underworld. He had kissed you in the dipped position just right, bringing his lips to yours like a supplication. You opened your mouth to allow his tongue to dance with yours, and they had fit perfectly. There wasn’t even any awkward tooth banging or nose bopping that sometimes came with first kisses. This was pure, unadulterated passionate magic.

He had brought you back to standing, still holding your head from behind, and kissed you lightly once more. You were panting and yearning for more. Your eyes were half lidded as you said “Mihawk…”

“Good night, dear. See you in the morning.”

And he left. Left you in the lurch! You were so turned on you could hardly stand it. It seemed your upper hand had been taken from you - Mihawk could play the game, once he learned the rules. It made your heart flutter just thinking about his face in the moonlight. Ah, well, all in good fun. You tried to settle down to sleep, but the thought of the gala kept picking at your mind. Though Mihawk had made it clear he wanted you there, you didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. You’d talk to him in the morning and see what he said.

The next morning, you saw Mihawk during your early morning coffee. He looked perfectly coiffed, as usual, and you had bags under your eyes from thinking about him all night long. He strode up to where you were sitting, kissed you on the cheek, and said a simple “good morning.” He sat down opposite you with his tea.

You smiled and said “well, good mornin’ honey pie. Listen, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout that gala. I’m not so sure I’m the right woman for the job. I don’t have an outfit-”

“Perona already ordered you several to choose from.”

“I don’t know how to dance,”

“I’ll teach you.”

“And I’m just, well. Me. Y’know. A fly by night farmer. Not someone…like you.”

Mihawk gave you an intense look - similar to the one you had gotten when you first met.

“Y/N. I have never seen you without confidence before. This is alarming. It is no matter. I will decline the invitation to the gala.”

You rolled your eyes at him and snorted. You stood up from your chair, walked over to where he was sitting, and sat on the edge of the table so you were facing him. You put your warm hand on his cheek.

“Listen, I do have confidence, it’s just a little outta my wheelhouse. When I go with you, I’m sure it’ll be a hoot. Teach me how to dance and we’ll be right as rain.” With that, you patted his cheek, brushed your lips against his, put your cup away and went to work. No sense in worrying about it anymore.

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A few days later, it was raining heavily outside. It was impossible to get any work done, you just had to wait out the rain. You trudged to the castle to see if Perona wanted to chat. You did like talking to the Ghost Princess. She was opposite you in nearly every way, but you found her funny and surprisingly cheery for someone whose ghosties could make you depressed. You opened the door, and walked in the castle, shaking off some of the water. You were heading towards the main sitting room when Mihawk spotted you.

“Ah, Y/N. This is a perfect opportunity. Let us dance.”

“Lemme wring out somma this water so I don’t look like a drowned rat, and sure.” You could always talk to Perona later, you did need to learn to dance. You started taking off your outerwear.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any ladies shoes, would you? I’m wearin’ galoshes.”

“Of course. Let me see where Perona has placed them.”

You raised your eyebrows as Mihawk went to go look for women’s shoes. He had been planning this for a while, you realized. He returned with several pairs of shoes in your size, and placed the boxes next to an oversized arm chair.

“Sit, my dear.”

As you took off the last of your rain wear, you did as he asked you. He knelt at your feet and opened one of the boxes, revealing gorgeous high heeled shoes covered in a dark black satin.

“Those are absolutely stunnin’!” You thought they looked like wearable works of art.

“They may suffice, we shall see.”

Mihawk spent the next half hour having you try various pairs on. It was a little heady having him run his hands up your leg as he was bent down on one knee in front of you. You thought he might kiss your leg a couple of times, but he shied away at the last moment. What a tease! He would place the shoe on your foot, tie a strap if necessary, and frown. He would look up at you and say something like “this shoe does not do your calves any justice. It is unacceptable.” Then take it off for you and have you try another. It didn’t matter to you which one you wore - but you let him have his fun. It felt nice to be pampered for once.

He decided that the shoe that worked best for you was a spectacular black satin pump with a strap across the ankle. You voiced your appreciation and offered to pay for the shoes. Mihawk waved his hand like he was swatting away a small bug.

“There is no need.”

“Are you sure? These look expensive.”

“Darling, I assure you I have the means to afford a pair of shoes. Please allow me the pleasure of gifting them to you.”

“Well, if you insist.”

With that, he offered you his hand to help you to rise. You’d worn heels before, but not in a few years. You stood up and wobbled slightly- you’d forgotten how they changed your gait and stance.

“Are you alright?” Mihawk was hovering near you with an arm out to catch you if you fell.

“Hmm? Oh yeah. I’ve worn shoes like these plenty of times. Gimme a minute and I’ll take to ‘em like a duck to water.”

Mihawk POV

As he suspected, you looked absolutely ravishing in high heels. He had enjoyed his time at your service, running his fingers up and down your breathtaking legs. He knew he was teasing you, bringing his mouth close to you but never quite reaching any destination. He felt it was only a fair turnabout for revealing your tantalizing bosom to him. He wasn’t cruel - he planned to continue his exploration in earnest later on. But there were matters to attend to first.

He watched you take a few hesitant steps, but then you remembered how to walk in high heels. You were swaying your hips with every step, an absolutely resplendent sight. It didn’t matter that you were in high heels and work clothes - you made it look elegant.

He went over to a side table and pushed a button on his musical den den mushi. A soft tune began to play. He strode over to you, and bowed. You giggled and curtseyed back to him.

“To dance is to be one with another person,” he said to begin his lesson. “Anyone can move to music, there are but a few steps that must be learned. However, to dance is to move in synchronicity with another, to be in perfect harmony, to bend your will to match another’s. Do you understand?”

“Sounds nice, sweets. Let’s hit it.”

Mihawk gave you a small smile. He held you with one arm at the small of your back and took your other in his. He pulled you close to him and began moving with you gracefully in time to the music. You were lithe and pliant within his arms. He thought you might have trouble letting him lead since you were so independent normally, but you followed his steps with surprising agility. Perhaps farming was a misnomer on your part - maybe you should have been a dancer. You looked up at him with stars in your eyes, like he hung the moon. He couldn’t help himself, as the song finished, he slowed to a stop.

“Thank you for that lovely dance, sugar.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” he said, kissing your hand. With that, he picked you up bridal style and started carrying you off towards his bedroom, with you laughing in his arms.

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inyourfantasyfanfics · 2 years ago

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heyy! hope you’re having an awesome day so far, heard that your requests are open so i’m just gonna jump straight into it 😂 ok, could i get some headcanons of any of the bucci gang members taking notice of how the fem! reader (their crush) likes a certain artist/group (no need to use a specific one), whether it’s because she has posters of them in her room, she occasionally hums their songs, or the boys took a glance at her phone one time and see her listening to their songs, and so they decide to listen to that artist/group, regardless of whether or not it fits their music taste, so they could have something to talk about with the reader (i just started imagining abbacchio with his resting bitch face and headphones on, and people thinking he’s listening to rock but nope, he’s listening to k-pop girl groups LMAO) tysm! 🥰

THIS IS SO CUTE YES YES YES OKAY!! I hope you enjoy!!! <3

Bucci gang x Reader

Noticing your music

Bruno

For someone so observant I think it would take him a moment to catch on to who your favorite band is, the smaller stuff like the posters CDs humming wouldn’t be lost in him he’d just not connect it till you are having a lovely afternoon lunch with him and chatting about music (I think he’s a smooth jazz, classical, and maybe even some reggae something with feeling as long as that feeling is sensual)

He takes about 50 mental notes after he connects the dots. This would be a great vantage point to get closer to you. So he asks more questions than you expect, not that you mind.

As soon as he’s alone he’s researching and listening to everything he can. It’s different, sure but he likes it. Plus it’s directly connected to you so he is already inclined to love it.

He casually hums a tune around you to get you to perk up and start a conversation with him and he will take the invitation to discuss and turn it into you two spending the day with each other.

Mista

Knows you like a certain artist but didn’t realize how much till he caught sight of a record for the band and off handedly bought it for your birthday. Figured it could be a safe bet. Once you got it he was more than happy that you got so excited and hugged him over it.

After that he made it more of a point to listen to them and other artists like them and truth be told he started to like them a lot more than he thought he would. He would casually slide in close to you on a large couch and mention that he heard a song claiming it as superior.

He’s looking for any reaction really. If you disagree he will enjoy fake arguing and seeing you get riled up or if you agree he will lovingly gaze at how you excitedly explain why you agree.

Congratulations you made this dude pay more attention to your likes not just music but anything because he got addicted to the sight of you so excited on your birthday he wants it to be constant.

Narancia

Has probably heard the band's music already and probably has a strong opinion on it, I’ll say he disliked it at first… till he heard you sing the god awful lyrics. He was so mesmerized by you to make fun of your music taste. If you liked them they can’t be that bad right?

So he starts listening to them again and then he starts relating lyrics to you. All of a sudden it’s his favorite band too. He will steal posters or little items of that band for you and present them like you were lucky he was in your life.

Soon enough when you're singing to the songs he’s making it a duet and will make you dance around with him. He is so happy that he decided to listen again because there really is nothing better than twirling you in the kitchen.

Abbacchio

Noted your music taste and favorite band before you even had a full conversation with him. He of course probably didn’t like it. It wasn’t the worst sure but wasn’t his cup of tea.

This man is down bad though. I think he’s the type to be pinning after someone silently so that person would never know but he sure as shit do. So he’s so down bad for this lady that he extends out of his comfort zone and listens to it anyway.

You and him would be at a table together by “coincidence” (he learned your schedule and keeps subtly inserting himself into it) and he would very discreetly direct a conversation to music and prompt you to talk. There’s nothing he loves more than to listen to you talk.

He’s the only one who won’t say he listens to the band that’s a secret he keeps. That little piece of you he enjoys in his solitude. He doesn’t feel too lonely then.

Giorno

Clocked it so fast! Bro probably knows your likes and dislikes after the first day of encountering you. He’s terrifyingly observant. And so quiet about it too. He speaks up when it matters though! He would watch you put on a song that you played 5 times in the last week. He knows that because he’s firmly planted himself in your daily routine. Kinda like abba but so much more. He’s not too subtle with showing up in your life.

He is the only one that doesn’t listen to it in private. Instead when he notices a song he will ask about it and the band then ask to listen to more with you. He prefers to do this activity right near you. Listening to music in silence then discussing as if it was a philosophical debate.

Afterwards that band is listened to by him when he’s separated from you. Since he planted his roots into your life that means your firmly stuck in his now and he doesn’t quite like straying from that now so listening to your music suggestions gives him some reprieve from agonizing silence.

#jjba x reader #jjba part 5 #vento auero x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #narancia x reader #mista x reader #abbacchio x reader #giorno x reader #bucci gang x reader #jojo headcanons #golden wind x reader

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imaginingaustin · 2 years ago

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mr. butler

summary: when austin hears your praise of his performance in ‘elvis,’ he can’t help but want to repay you for your kind words.

austin x female!reader

a/n: i posted this on my main blog before i started this one, so if you read it there, no you didnt <3

being with austin, you almost always accompanied him to his interviews. getting to watch from behind the cameras as he spoke about his job, how much he loved getting to do what he does, and relishing in the support he’d been receiving for his role as elvis. you were so proud of him, and getting to be on this journey with him was nothing short of extraordinary.

as you and austin strolled down the carpet at the film’s premiere, you stood by as interviewers spoke to him, asking him questions. some were new, and some were ones that you’d heard him answer before.

“so, who is this lovely lady attached to your arm?” the interviewer asked him as they locked eyes with you. you and austin exchanged a quick look, and you gave him a small nod. it wasn’t often that he spoke of you during interviews, as he chose to keep your relationship as private as he could. but he took a large amount of pride in your support for him, and you could tell that he wanted to share.

“this is my girlfriend, (y/n).” he said with a wide smile. “she’s been by my side, supporting me through the whole preparation and filming process for this movie. it was only right that i brought her along with me to watch the finished product.”

“(y/n), you look stunning. who are you wearing tonight?” the interviewer asked you.

“oh, thank you! i have the absolute pleasure of wearing a prada dress tonight. prada did a lot of costumes on the film, and they approached me with this dress for tonight. i knew better than to turn it down.” you laughed as the interviewer nodded along.

“so, we’ve all talked with austin about his favorite parts of filming the movie. let’s talk about yours. were there any parts of the film where you were like ‘this is actually elvis, and not austin?’”

as soon as the interviewer finished the question, a million memories flooded your mind.

“oh yes, there were so many. seeing him in the costumes and with the dark hair made me do double takes while i was watching him on set.” you began, and you heard austin let out a small chuckle. “one moment that really sticks out to me though, was early on, before filming really even started. it was when i first watched him sing and perform as elvis.” as you explained the story, the memory played in your mind like a video.

you had taken a few days off work, and you’d accompanied austin and baz luhrmann to RCA Studios in Nashville for an early rehearsal prior to filming. once austin was cast, he did all he could to embody elvis, in soul, spirit, and physicality. his preparation journey was unlike any other he’d gone through before.

baz invited some office members from RCA into the recording studio to allow them to watch a “Mr. Elvis Presley” perform. baz wanted austin’s performance to be as authentic as he could make it, so what better way than for him to do real performance for an audience?

you sat next to baz, and watched as austin walked into the studio. he walked out in a lose fitting, light colored suit, paired with his slicked back, black colored hair. he looked perfect.

austin stood at the microphone and took a deep breath. he was so nervous. he looked over at you and you shot him a wink. he loved that you were always there in his corner.

well, you may go to college you may go to school you may have a pink cadillac but don’t you be nobody's fool

as soon as he sang the first note, you felt your heart begin to race. austin had sung in front of you before, but never in this capacity. as he sang and danced, you felt your face heat up, and you felt a familiar pit in your stomach that only austin new how to bring upon you.

as the song continued, and he began to loosen up, he danced around the entire room, playing to the audience as they hyped him up. he walked over to where you were sitting, singing directly to and locking eyes with you, you felt like you were going to pounce on him and take him then and there. once he finished, you watched as a wide smile grew across his face, him letting out a big sigh of relief as he was met with applause.

“let’s just say, watching austin perform, i knew exactly how those girls felt watching the real elvis perform.” you said, looking up at austin. you were met by his gaze, a small smirk playing on the ends of his lips.

“well, there you have it. a raving review from your girl. i bet that makes you happy.” the interviewer said to austin.

“more than happy. knowing that i’ve made (y/n) proud is all i can ever ask for. she’s my biggest fan, and it’s everything to me knowing that she loves what i do as much as i do.” he said. you finished the interview and continued down the carpet, making your way inside the theater, stopping to take photos along the way.

after the movie, you were amazed three times over. watching everyone’s hard work come together to create such a wonderful film. austin was incredible as elvis, and everyone else in the cast was just as incredible. baz luhrmann directed it beautifully, and the final product was more amazing than you could have ever expected. you sat behind austin, watching as he teared up, hugged baz, and basked in the standing ovation from the crowd. austin turned around to face you, beaming. his smile was wide, and you stepped forward to embrace him in a tight hug.

“i’m so proud of you.” you whispered. “i love you.”

“thank you. i love you too.” he said. you pulled away and smiled up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

later that night, at the after party, you were surrounded by such high energy. the cast and crew members were ecstatic, finally being able to celebrate a job well done. you were over at the bar getting a drink, when you felt a hand press against the small of your back.

“hello darlin’.” you heard austin’s voice say in your ear, his southern drawl more prominent than it had been in a while.

“mm, hello there mr presley.” you said, turning around to face him.

“oh, you flatter me.” he laughed. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your hips. he smiled down at you and began swaying to the rhythm of the soft music that was playing.

“have i mentioned how proud i am of you?” you asked as he pulled you closer into his chest.

“only about a couple hundred times. but i’ll always love to hear it.” he said.

“well hear it again. because i am so so proud.” you said, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“y’know, i haven’t stopped thinking about what you said earlier.”

“i say a lot of things. you’re gonna have to be more specific.” you teased, even though you knew exactly what he was referring to.

“i think it was something along the lines of you knowing exactly how the girls who used to watch elvis felt when they saw him on stage.” he said, raising a brow at you.

“oh yes, i do remember saying something like that. and it’s true. watching you before you even started filming the movie, just getting into the head space was a sight. then getting to watch you in the actual movie? heaven.”

“heaven, huh?”

“better than heaven actually. watching you wiggle on that stage,” you ran your fingers down his chest, pulling him into you once you reached the waistband of his pants, “really gets a girl going. the girl that pulled your jacket off in the movie? yeah, that would’ve been me.”

“well, maybe you and i should get going, so i can pull this dress off you.” he said, running his fingers up and down your arm, fiddling with your dress straps.

“well, mr butler, maybe we should.” he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and took your hand in his. he led you through the room, saying good bye to everyone. he’d fed them some excuse as to why you were leaving so early, but you couldn’t hear him. you were too distracted by how badly you wanted him.

you made your way outside, austin barely taking his hands off you while you waited for a car to take you back to the hotel. once you were situated in the back seat, austin began peppering kisses all over your skin. he hit your sweet spot at the base of you neck and you let out a soft moan.

“hold on baby. just a little while longer.” he whispered. his lips brushing against your ear sent shivers down your spine.

when you got back to the hotel, you practically ran inside and to the elevator. austin forcefully pushing the buttons to hurry the doors closed. as soon as the elevator began rising, he took you into his arms and kissed you hard. you quickly reciprocated, tangling your fingers in his hair as he tightly gripped your hips.

“god, i hope this elevator doesn’t make any other stops.” you said, breathlessly as austin began sucking on your neck. you felt him giggle against your skin as you held him tighter.

fortunately enough, the elevator went straight to your floor. the two of you stumbled down the hallway to your room, lips barely separating from the other’s. you finally made it to your room, continuing to stumble around as you both undressed each other. clothes were thrown around the room and you finally made it over to the bed. laughter filled the room as the two of you were being unusually clumsy.

“you are so perfect.” austin said, barely above a whisper. your bare bodies were pressed tightly against each other, your hearts beating together in perfect synchrony.

austin began pressing kisses to your skin, making sure to hit every inch. he wanted nothing more than to make sure you knew how special and how beautiful he thought you were.

there was something different between the two of you that night. stronger feelings of love and lust. you and austin were both making sure that you were each experiencing a pleasure, a new high, that you’d never reached before.

the moments that followed were indescribable, the two of you climaxing at an unprecedented level. once you finished, austin collapsed on top of you as you began to catch your breath. a comfortable silence filled the room, the two of you speaking only with your bodies. he pressed sweet kisses to your stomach and chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. neither of you saying anything, but both of you knowing what the other was thinking. he picked his head up and rested his chin on your sternum, locking eyes with you giving you a soft smile.

“i love you.” he whispered.

“i love you more.” you smiled back. he reached up and pressed a kiss to your lips before moving to lay beside you. he wrapped his arm around your waist and you pressed your back to his chest. it wasn’t long before you both fell asleep, comfortable and warm within each other’s embrace.

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #elvis film #elvis 2022

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3mcwriting · 2 years ago

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Regret, Part 3: Burned

Regret Masterlist

Warnings: Language, Steve being a dick

Synopsis: Your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, the lead singer of the internationally famous band "The Avengers" was a fan-favorite. From his chiseled muscles to his movie-star smile to his old-fashioned manners, everyone loved him. But you were okay with that. Because he would never cheat on you. Right? Well...

Taglist: @angelsincident

"Turn around?" She quickly turned her head, eyes widening when she saw him.

"You mean that fine ass man who just walked in?" Nat asked, facing you. "Damn, girl! Congrats, he's definitely some good eye candy."

"Hello, ladies," the same smooth Russian accent slithering into your ears, bringing memories of your dance and a small shiver down your spine.

"Hello, I'm Natasha," Nat said with a sly grin. "(y/n), how about you introduce me to your friend?"

"I don't know his name," you said, shrugging.

"Yeah, names are too serious aren't they, love?" he asked, winking at you with a self-satisfied look on his face. Nat turned to you with a sly expression on her face as she mouthed, 'love'.

You sent her a look. "That's right. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?"

It would be a real shame if he was some weirdo stalker.

"Isn't that too serious?" He smirked. You just gave him an unimpressed look, making him chuckle. "Well, I just auditioned for the band."

"Well, that's wonderful." Nat looked at you, a glint in her eyes. "You should tell (y/n) some more about how that audition went." Nat winked at you and walked away.

Smooth, Nat. Real smooth.

You sighed.

"So, (y/n), huh?" his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, listen I gotta go get started on my work," you told him, unsure that you wanted to be around the handsome man with such an intoxicating presence. "But I'll see you around if you make the auditions."

"What do you do here?"

"Today I'm supposed to listen to the auditions tapes with the members of the band and we decide if the people auditioning make it."

"Ah, well then put in a good word for me, will ya love?" sending me a wink and a charming grin.

You laughed a little, almost tempted to do that just to spite a certain someone. "Sorry, can't do that. Now I really have to go, but good luck."

You walked to the sound room where everyone was gathering, Not noticing a certain blonde haired, blue eyed man whose gaze was full of envy as he watched your interaction with the handsome stranger.

•••••

Steve gritted his teeth, watching as you laughed lightly at the man who had auditioned.

Why the fuck is she with that little shit?

Anger clouding his mind before quickly turning into shame because he knew exactly why.

He had cheated on her.

Fucked up the best relationship he'd ever had just because he felt like he could get away with it unscathed.

He never thought she'd find out.

Never thought she'd leave him.

And he had always thought that if she did find out she'd get mad for a day then they'd make up and everything would go back to normal.

What an idiot he had been.

Especially thinking such a betrayal of trust wouldn't harm the relationship between you.

Just seeing her smile at that man, knowing that if he hadn't screwed up he would be the one she smiled at. You hadn't allowed him to visit you, you'd blocked him in every digital area you could, and you hadn't appeared at work for two months.

All because he'd fucked up.

How different it would be if he hadn't been such a massive idiot...

He'd be the one who would get to stare into those gorgeous (e/c) eyes, full of humor and joy.

And at the end of the night he'd go home with you, cuddling with you in your bed as the two of you watched movies and fell asleep.

"Hey, man, you ok? You look a little out of it." Clint's voice snapping him out of his pity party.

"Yeah, I'm all good."

"Good, cause we have to hear the auditions tapes and you're gonna have to man up and face the music. We both know she'll be there," and with that he clapped him on the back and walked to the sound room.

Steve swallowed nervously as he stepped into the room, everyone going silent as eyes darted between him and (y/n). He looked at you, hopeful for some kind of reaction. He had called you dozens of times only for it to go straight to voicemail. And eventually you had changed your voicemail to, "if you are a cheating bastard don't even bother leaving a voice mail or I'll beat your ass, if not then I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

You looked up from your phone, looking at everyone. When your eyes landed on Steve, nothing different happened. No lingering gaze, just indifference in your eyes. And your best friend sitting next to you, glaring at him like he'd killed her puppy.

"Ok! Let's get this going." Tony cut the tension. "(y/n) you can give us your feedback first, then Natasha, then Clint, and yada yada yada. "

"Oh, actually I can't today." Your voice rang out in the room.

"What? Why?" Tony asked.

"I can't be impartial." You said, looking vaguely embarrassed at admitting that..

"Are one of them your friends?" Clint asked, jumping into the conversation, then taking a swig from the flask Natasha passed him.

"Well, no...but-"

"My girl got some action last night and doesn't trust her fair judgement when it comes to the hot Russian," Natasha said, grinning at you when you glared at her.

Steve's mind went blank. Natasha's sentence echoing in his head, he almost growled thinking about what she meant when she said, "action"

There's no way you.....

"Well, then get out of here. We don't need some girl in here talking about the 'action' she got, especially since she can't be useful." Steve said harshly. Everyone's faces snapped toward him, expressions from shock to anger painted across their faces. Tony stood up, his face painted with rage. But you grabbed his arm and gently tugged him down.

"Well, I'll see you all later, well those of you who aren't jealous pricks," you said. As you started to leave the room, you bent down to where he was sitting, whispering, "Green doesn't look good on you, Rogers." Then confidently strode out the door, but not before he saw your lip tremble and your eyes get glossy. Immediately he felt terrible, wondering why he always chose to be even more of a dick to you. Steve stood up and exited the room, hoping to apologize. But stepping outside, he only saw that same prick from earlier hugging you.

Steve clenched his jaw but didn't say anything, knowing that his actions caused this. He locked eyes with the guy, him glaring at Steve and Steve glaring right back.

"Hey, (y/n)...I'm sorry, I didn't mean that-"

"Then what did you mean?" you cut him off harshly as you let go of the man.

"I," he faltered, "I don't know."

"You don't know," you chuckled humorlessly. "You didn't know why you cheated on me either. Just go, Steve."

"No, I don't want to go."

"Then what do you want Steve, because obviously I've never been good for giving you what you want," you said, voice cold.

"I want you back! Ok? I want the late night cuddles, those soft morning kisses, and I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning. Please give me a chance?" Steve begged, knowing it wasn't fair of him to ask this from you but too selfish to care.

"How long?"

"How long what?" he questioned.

"How long were you cheating on me?"

"I-I always loved you-"

"Of course, and while you always loved me you were cheating on me for how long?" Your eyes were filled with fire and your voice ice. "I'm guessing 2 months when you stopped telling me you loved me. God, I should've seen it."

When he opened his mouth to try to say something, you just continued. "And Steve I won't give you a chance because you had yours and you threw it into the fire, not caring how much it burned me."

#steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #mcu x reader #mcu #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #marvel #reader insert #x reader

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aalissy · 6 months ago

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Dancing

Day 20 is finished :). I hope that you like it <3. If you do, please lemme know what you think!

AO3

The night was serene, a perfect backdrop for the delicate dance of shadows cast by the Parisian moonlight. Swinging onto her balcony, Ladybug landed gracefully after just finishing up her nighttime patrol and quickly transformed back into Marinette. She stood for a few moments, yawning and stretching out her aching, tired arms. It was a perfect night, after all. However, a familiar presence had her heart skipping a beat and shivers racing up her spine as she immediately paused.

"Hey, purrincess," a charming voice called out from the shadows.

Marinette whirled to see Chat, his green eyes glowing in the dim light. Oh my god. Her heart pounded with anxiety. Could he have seen her detransform? "Chaton," she greeted with a smile, hoping it didn’t seem too out of place.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said, walking towards her with his usual cat-like grace. He spun his baton lazily. "What are you doing out here so late?"

She cleared her throat, eyeing him. "I was just, um, taking in the night sky. It’s a gorgeous night. What about you? Were you just finishing up patrol?" she replied, nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yep!” Chat beamed at her and Marinette’s tense shoulders finally relaxed. He would have said if he had seen something by now. “Ladybug and I just finished up on saving Paris.” He winked at her.

She giggled, rolling her eyes fondly. “Oh why, because there were so many akuma attacks tonight?” Her smile twitched with mirth. She and Chat both knew that those patrols were really just an excuse to talk to each other at night rather than actually do any saving.

“Fur sure. There were at least erm... none... tonight.” He nodded solemnly.

Shaking her head, Marinette turned to leave. “Alright then, I’ll let you get back to ‘saving the world’. It’s time for me to head back inside and get ready for bed.”

"Wait! Before you go...," Chat said, extending a gloved hand towards her. "Would you care to dance?"

Slowly craning her neck back to look at him, she blinked in surprise. "Dance? Here? Now?"

"Why not?" Chat grinned. "The night is beautiful, the moon is shining, and I can't think of a better way to end the evening than sharing a dance with my favorite lady."

Marinette’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she slowly turned back around, taking his hand in hers. "Alright then, Chaton. Let's dance."

He stepped closer, pulling her towards him as the city lights twinkled down below them. Chat placed one hand on her waist and held her hand with the other. Marinette placed her free hand on his shoulder, feeling the firm muscles beneath his suit.

There was no music, but it didn't matter. They moved in perfect harmony, guided by the rhythm of their hearts. Chat twirled Marinette around, and she leaned her head back with a laugh, the sound sweeter than any melody that could have been playing.

As they danced, their eyes never left each other. Marinette could see the tenderness in Chat Noir's gaze, a softness that seemed to only ever be reserved just for her. She realized that this moment, this dance, was a rare glimpse into the person behind the mask, someone who cared deeply for her. It left her heart trembling in her chest. The thought that he could actually care for her both in and out of the mask was wonderful.

"You're quite the dancer, Chat Noir," Marinette said, her voice soft.

"I have a wonderfur partner," he replied, his voice equally gentle. "You make it easy."

They continued to waltz, lost in their own world. The worries of their double lives, the constant battles, and the secrets they kept from each other all melted away. At this moment, they were just two people sharing a dance under the moonlight.

Eventually, the dance slowed, and they came to a stop. Chat still held her close, his hand lingering on her waist. Marinette looked up at him, her heart racing.

"Thank you, minou," she said softly. "This was... magical."

"Anytime, purrincess," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "I'll always be here for you."

For a moment, they stood there, wrapped in each other's presence. Then, reluctantly, Marinette stepped back, her fingers slipping from his.

Before she could completely pull away, Chat gently tightened his hold, his eyes searching hers for permission. Marinette's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She gave him a small nod, her eyes fluttering shut.

Slowly, Chat closed the distance between them, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, tentative kiss. The world seemed to stand still as they shared this moment, their lips moving softly, exploring the new, uncharted territory between them.

Marinette felt a warmth spread through her, a feeling of completeness she hadn't known she was missing. She responded to his kiss, her hand moving up to cup his cheek, pulling him closer. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss as their mouths moved against each other’s.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against the other, both of them breathing heavily. Chat’s eyes were half-lidded and a satisfied smile was playing on his lips.

"That was...," Marinette began, searching for the right words.

"Perfect," he finished for her, his voice a husky whisper.

She nodded, unable to stop the smile that spread across her face. "Yes, perfect."

Finally and reluctantly, she managed to step back. Her hand fell from his and it took everything in her not to pull him back towards her. But it was late... she needed to get some rest.

"I should go," she said softly, her voice tinged with regret.

"Until next time, purrincess," Chat replied, his eyes filled with promise.

"Until next time," she echoed, giving him one last smile before he leaped off of her balcony.

As she watched him fade away into the distance, Marinette couldn't help but feel a lingering warmth in her heart. The memory of their dance and kiss stayed with her, a precious moment that she would cherish. As she slowly climbed back into her room, she couldn’t help from hoping that they would dance and kiss again under the moonlit sky soon.

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vxnusstuff · 1 year ago

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Heaven knows I’ve tried.|| five Hargreeves x fem! reader

This was a request by anonymous!

warning!: Angst I’d you squint but ends with fluff swear words , alcohol

today was a big day, well at least for Lila.

It was her wedding! who knew she would get married to someone like Diego! Especially Diego. He was always either to super hero or super villain. Never know with that man

But besides that your happy for them , right now you were helping Lila with her dress and making sure everything was perfect. ‘__ what do you think about these shoes?’ Lila asked you

Knocking you out of your day dreaming state. ‘Oh . Uh yea sure that will Match.’ Saying quickly so she won’t yell your name out loud for the millionth time

‘Thinking of that shitty hargreeves?’ Lila said , you knew who she was talking about but you tried to act dumb so she didn’t carry this teasing on.

‘I don’t know who your talking about Lila, we have to get ready before we are late. You know what they will think ?- no what they will say about you if you are late to your own wedding?’

‘You know who I’m talking about __. Caring on your right I’ll hurry.” Lila then turned around and she try’s to put her shoes on.

While she was doing that you were thinking of the man she was talking about . Five Hargreeves , you have fallen head over heels for him ever sense you have met him.

you guys met at Lila’s birthday that took place 3 years ago. your her favorite cousin so why not invite you! You were at the bar and five sat right next to you. The more time that passed when you met him the more you fell for him. His hair his dimples his personality .

everything that five was or that he did just made you fall more for him. You guys gave each others numbers and talked over the phone . once a week turned to everyday that you guys talked .

you always loved loved his voice and the way he talks oh and don’t forget the humor. You lived him for who he was and you would never change him for a better man cause he is the better man.

‘__!’ Lila yelled at you you jumped at the sudden yelling but looked at her ‘what!’ ‘Instead of thinking of five how bout you zip up my dress so we can go! We are one minute late!’ You got up quickly and walked over to Lila

‘I was not think about him Lila I was think about….what I want to drink so I can forget about today’ you said while zipping up her dress ‘sure you were __ but anyways we have to go!’ then Lila rain out the door and down the stairs , damn who knew she can run in heels

‘Lila wait for me!’

Time skip to the wedding

you stood right next to Lila , yes you are the bridesmaid. you stood their watching Diego and Lila say their vowels. ‘and with that you may kiss the bride!’ The priest said. Everyone who was their cheered and you smiled but didn’t clap .

After Diego and Lila kissed they ran down the aisle to the dance floor and started to dance , everyone got up and started to walk around , after everyone was away you started to walk around the chairs and you ran into someone.

‘never knew they would get married especially in the weather’ the man behind you said , you turned around and saw it was five. You smiled in relief knowing it isn’t a random man.

‘I know right? Lila doesn’t seem to be the type that would marry a man . but you never know with Lila.’ you laughed at your own joke. ‘why don’t we go get a drink my lady?’ He said in a joking tone with his arm out ‘of course’ you said back matching his tone hooking your arm with fives as you both walk to the bar

You sat down next to five and you both just talked about anything you could as you both drank with each other, your not a big drinker so you make sure you don’t have to much , you were half way done with your first drink and then you heard the DJ say ‘we are now at the time taking karaoke for who ever wants to sing come up!’ you sigh after you heard that ‘are you gonna do it’ five ask ‘I don’t know , if I do I don’t know what song and I’m not all that good at singing.’

‘I bet your very good at singing __ you have a pretty voice . But im gonna go up their and sing , if you do end up singing I wish you the best of luck.’ after that he left. you smiled to yourself happy that he hoped that you did good.

you are now finished with your first drink and you started to hear a familiar voice start to sing. you can’t make out what song but you know who was singing. Five Hargreeves and a little bit of Diego every so often . as they were singing you hear someone sit next you .

‘Yknow you should sing .’ said the person you knew who it was , Lila . ‘Why should I Lila and what would I sing ?’ ‘You should! It’s my wedding and it can be a wedding present ’ you looked at her in disbelief

‘ugh okay if I were to sing what would I sing ?’ ‘What is that one song that you love listening to and that we listened to on the way here?’ oh no. no no no you were not about to sing THAT song in-front of all of these people that you only know there names. ‘Lila please I can’t do that song’ ‘why not !? it’s perfect for the night and it’s a beautiful song so why not?’

You sigh knowing lila wouldn’t stop until she gets her wants ‘fine lila I will do it.’ ‘YES finally .’ As she said that the boys finished their song now it was your turn , I guess lila signed you up even though you could have your self. you took her shot and drank it and got up then began to walk the the stage

‘Wow never knew you were a singer well go get ‘em tiger’ Diego said while giving you the mic and then you walked up and got ready for your song.

As the song started lila cheered saying ‘YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU!!’ Your sigh then started to sing

feeling kinda sick tonight.

All I’ve had is coffee and left over pie

It’s no wonder why

You paused for a couple minutes and looked around , almost everyone you knew was watching you sing , you noticed that Lila was smiling like a maniac but you looked somewhere else you find five looking at you as you sing and Klaus talking to him ? you can’t make out what his saying but you couldn’t really care

ooh, still you take up all my mind

I don’t even think that you care like I do

I should stop

Heaven knows I’ve tried.

As you sang those words you started to really get into the song and you didn’t realize that you were staring at five while you sing the next part of your song.

One day I will stop falling in love with you

Someday someone will like me like I like you

Until then I’ll drink my coffee, eat my pie

Pretend that we are more than friends

Then of course I’ll let you break my heart again.

After that part you snapped out of your state, shaking your head then telling the DJ you aren’t gonna finish the song and sped walked off stage. You can’t believe you just sand a love song with looking at someone you are head over heels in love with

you walked to a near by lake and just stared at the late. You didn’t want to cry , no that was far from it. You wanted to just disappear until everyone forgot about what happened.

you where just sitting there watching the fish swim not wanting to go back and face the embarrassment and possible rejection. You laid back with your knees up looking at the orange pink-ish sky , as you were watching the sky you heard someone walking up behind you but you didn’t bother to look back and see who it was.

you felt someone lay right next to you and watch the sky with you to . After 30 seconds of Solent’s the anonymous person said ‘I told you that you would be good at singing’ you turned your head to see him . God five is even more hotter then when you last saw him

‘yeah thanks five.’ You said while sitting up , a little after he decided to sit up with you and say ‘Look __ I have a question. But you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.’ ‘Go ahead five’ knowing what he was gonna say next but waiting for him to ask so you can answer.

‘was that song about me?’ You knew it, you thought about not telling him but , how could you not ? I mean you might have a chance so why not shot? ‘Yes it was five.’ you said looking a bit down but not enough to to make your whole head face downwards

‘Look, Ive Never really been in a relationship well I mean the only “relationship” I’ve been in was a mannequin so I’m pretty shitty when it comes to love but You make me want to learn to love __ , you and only you.’ You were gonna say something but he had to say one more thing

‘__ id love to date you. Seriously, if you let me I will love you for as long as I can.’ He said while grabbing your hand and holding it. You took a minute to process but then you came up with your answer ‘five I’d love to teach you to love and I’d love to be with you forever five.’ You smile as you hold hims hand and stare at him lovingly while you said that. ‘Oh thank god I can not handle a rejection over a wedding.’ He said while cupping your cheek and leaning in.

after you realized you closed the gap and kissed him. After all those days months and years of knowing him you finally kissed the man you love. as you both pull away you hear a shuffle in the bushes . You turn around to look and you see someone in the bushes. you then got up and walk over there and move the bushes a part to see who it was . It was Klaus . ‘Klaus what are you doing here?!’ ‘Just making sure you did what I told you cinco!’ You turn you head to five ‘five what is he talking about?!’

‘Oh sweetheart he was talking about how much he was head over heals for you and talking all about you . So I told him to go and tell him all about his feelings for you and he actually told you!’ klaus said while getting up and dusting him self off

you kinda blushed and looked away from five and kinda started to space out while Klaus and five semi argued , you were flattered that he liked you the same maybe more. you then snap out of your trance when you feel your hand get grabbed and getting pulls to the parking lot that was right across the street . You can hear Klaus yelling but you can’t hear him.

‘Five where are we going??’ ‘I’m dropping you off home. Unless you wanna come home with me ?’ Five asked stopping at his car and turning around to look at me. ‘Oh sure! I don’t wanna waste your gas so I’ll just go with you.’ You said.

‘Great Hop in.’ as he said that he went around to the drivers side and you got in them shut the door. as he started the car he went to see if you were in all the way and pulled out then started to drive to his house.

You have been to his house hut never been inside . You only picked him up at his house never even step on his front porch so you were kinda excited. Especially to see his dog, Mr. Pennycrumb. You have seen pictures of him and only seen him once. You were at the park and ran into five while he was walking his dog . His dog loved you so your excited to see him again

after 10-20 minutes you felt the car come to a stop and realized that you have arrived . You were happy because you’re were ready to sleep. you got out and saw five was already at the door so you sped you to catch up to him. as he opened the door you saw Mr. Pennycrumb . He started to jump on you and be excited you picked him up and pet him while following five to the room

‘So do you like my home?’ ‘Looks like mine but more darker.’ you said while looking around then realized you have arrived to the room and god his room was so pretty, you put Mr. Pennycrumb down and sat down on the bed looking around then taking off your heels

‘hey you wanna get out that dress? I have extra comfortable clothes that you can where.’ ‘Oh sure do you mind if I change here? I’m to tired to go all the way to the bathroom.’ You said as he gave you the clothes he was talking about ‘oh sure , you need a hand with you dress?’ ‘ oh yeah! The zipper gets me so.’ You turn around and hold your hair and wait for him to unzip it but what you didn’t expect was his hands to be cold. There were so gentle and cold that you loved it.

after he was done he turned around and you changed . You payed down as he was changing , you Goulding see him from where you were. While you were waiting for five to be finished Mr. Pennycrumb jumped in the bed and cuddled with you. You smiled and started to praise him for just being him. you then felt five lay next you . Mr. Pennycrumb showed him attention and you started to lay closer to five but don’t want him to be uncomfortable. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and stuffed his face into your neck. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his torso and got a little closer.

‘Goodnight __ , have a good sleep’

‘Goodnight five , have sweet dreams

A/n - this took me 3 days 😭 ending was a little rushed but it’s okay I guess.

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The Death Of A Horse

Volume 1: Fantine; Book 3: In The Year 1817; Chapter 8: The Death Of A Horse

“The dinners are better at Édon’s than at Bombarda’s,” exclaimed Zéphine.

“I prefer Bombarda to Édon,” declared Blachevelle. “There is more luxury. It is more Asiatic. Look at the room downstairs; there are mirrors [glaces] on the walls.”

“I prefer them [glaces, ices] on my plate,” said Favourite.

Blachevelle persisted:—

“Look at the knives. The handles are of silver at Bombarda’s and of bone at Édon’s. Now, silver is more valuable than bone.”

“Except for those who have a silver chin,” observed Tholomyès.

He was looking at the dome of the Invalides, which was visible from Bombarda’s windows.

A pause ensued.

“Tholomyès,” exclaimed Fameuil, “Listolier and I were having a discussion just now.”

“A discussion is a good thing,” replied Tholomyès; “a quarrel is better.”

“We were disputing about philosophy.”

“Well?”

“Which do you prefer, Descartes or Spinoza?”

“Désaugiers,” said Tholomyès.

This decree pronounced, he took a drink, and went on:—

“I consent to live. All is not at an end on earth since we can still talk nonsense. For that I return thanks to the immortal gods. We lie. One lies, but one laughs. One affirms, but one doubts. The unexpected bursts forth from the syllogism. That is fine. There are still human beings here below who know how to open and close the surprise box of the paradox merrily. This, ladies, which you are drinking with so tranquil an air is Madeira wine, you must know, from the vineyard of Coural das Freiras, which is three hundred and seventeen fathoms above the level of the sea. Attention while you drink! three hundred and seventeen fathoms! and Monsieur Bombarda, the magnificent eating-house keeper, gives you those three hundred and seventeen fathoms for four francs and fifty centimes.”

Again Fameuil interrupted him:—

“Tholomyès, your opinions fix the law. Who is your favorite author?”

“Ber—”

“Quin?”

“No; Choux.”

And Tholomyès continued:—

“Honor to Bombarda! He would equal Munophis of Elephanta if he could but get me an Indian dancing-girl, and Thygelion of Chæronea if he could bring me a Greek courtesan; for, oh, ladies! there were Bombardas in Greece and in Egypt. Apuleius tells us of them. Alas! always the same, and nothing new; nothing more unpublished by the creator in creation! Nil sub sole novum, says Solomon; amor omnibus idem, says Virgil; and Carabine mounts with Carabin into the bark at Saint-Cloud, as Aspasia embarked with Pericles upon the fleet at Samos. One last word. Do you know what Aspasia was, ladies? Although she lived at an epoch when women had, as yet, no soul, she was a soul; a soul of a rosy and purple hue, more ardent hued than fire, fresher than the dawn. Aspasia was a creature in whom two extremes of womanhood met; she was the goddess prostitute; Socrates plus Manon Lescaut. Aspasia was created in case a mistress should be needed for Prometheus.”

Tholomyès, once started, would have found some difficulty in stopping, had not a horse fallen down upon the quay just at that moment. The shock caused the cart and the orator to come to a dead halt. It was a Beauceron mare, old and thin, and one fit for the knacker, which was dragging a very heavy cart. On arriving in front of Bombarda’s, the worn-out, exhausted beast had refused to proceed any further. This incident attracted a crowd. Hardly had the cursing and indignant carter had time to utter with proper energy the sacramental word, Mâtin (the jade), backed up with a pitiless cut of the whip, when the jade fell, never to rise again. On hearing the hubbub made by the passers-by, Tholomyès’ merry auditors turned their heads, and Tholomyès took advantage of the opportunity to bring his allocution to a close with this melancholy strophe:—

“Elle était de ce monde ou coucous et carrosses

Ont le même destin;

Et, rosse, elle a vécu ce que vivant les rosses,

L’espace d’un mâtin!” 3

“Poor horse!” sighed Fantine.

And Dahlia exclaimed:—

“There is Fantine on the point of crying over horses. How can one be such a pitiful fool as that!”

At that moment Favourite, folding her arms and throwing her head back, looked resolutely at Tholomyès and said:—

“Come, now! the surprise?”

“Exactly. The moment has arrived,” replied Tholomyès. “Gentlemen, the hour for giving these ladies a surprise has struck. Wait for us a moment, ladies.”

“It begins with a kiss,” said Blachevelle.

“On the brow,” added Tholomyès.

Each gravely bestowed a kiss on his mistress’s brow; then all four filed out through the door, with their fingers on their lips.

Favourite clapped her hands on their departure.

“It is beginning to be amusing already,” said she.

“Don’t be too long,” murmured Fantine; “we are waiting for you.”

#les mis #les mis letters #volume 1: fantine #book 3: in the year 1817 #chapter 8

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