#<- this applies to all of them they all got HAPPY TRAILS and FUZZY ARMS bC I SAID SO!!!!!!!!!

[fictionallyinparadise]

Not to be gay on main but...........f/o body hair goobd

[strawbxrryneptune]

Level one

Word count: 10k

Cw: pretty tame, just slight descriptions of a dick, play fighting, mentions of almost dying.

This fic and the fics following will contain monster fucking, cucking and threesomes!! If you are not comfortable, try out some of my other works, but if you wish to proceed, remember, sharing is caring.

@miggiisdumb

Next~♡

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Being a princess was always portrayed as this lush, lavish life. Spoiled rotten with goodies and suitors on you left and right. Everyone respects you, maybe even fears you, and you don't have to worry about a thing cause you have your guards and your secure little tower.

Only one of those things applied to you. The people of the Mushroom kingdom adored you, sending you gifts and bringing their cute little families to meet you. You had moved out of the actual palace ages ago, deciding to reside in a cute little cottage hidden deep in the woods. 

You had some bodyguards, but you kind of doubted their abilities in warding off monsters. You didn't mind fighting by the side though, it built up your strength and courage. 

You knew that you alone were pretty strong, and so were your guards, but it still confused you how you barely got bothered. Occasionally you would hear a growl or roar in the distance, but it was quickly cut off and you would go about your business. 

You finally found out what was keeping the monsters at bay when you ventured out into the forest alone, not wanting to wake up your bodyguard since you were just getting berries.

You had managed to fill up your basket and make it halfway back before you felt a rush of air behind you, only getting a second to blink before you were sent flying, hot breath and saliva tickling your neck and cheek.

You kick and scream, arms flailing when the creature pushes your head down into the dirt.

You start to weaken as your vision swims, struggling to breathe. You go limp, letting out choked sobs when the creature is suddenly ripped off of you. You hear shuffling and roaring, and then the forest goes silent for a moment before coming back to life, birds chirping and wind blowing as you feel someone touch your arm gently. 

You hear a smooth, low voice fussing over you, the stranger lifting you up and assisting you back to the cottage. You try to turn to see their face, but all you can make out is a bright red hat, dark red hair and pretty lips before they're turning you back around.

When you make it to the cottage, you try to once again turn to thank the person, but they're already gone. About to head back inside, you see a bright red object laying on the ground. When you get closer, you realize it's the strangers hat, soft and big with a K patched into it.

You gasped, realizing who exactly this man was.

You came from a long line of royalty, your mother being Queen Star and your sister being Princess Peach. When you were kids, your mother would tell you of an Italian family who were so kind and brave, always looking to serve and expecting nothing in return.

For your mother, it was a man named Papa Mario, and for Peach it was Mario Jr. And Luigi. Around the time you were born, they also were welcoming a baby into the world, and you have fuzzy memories of a little boy with sharp teeth and red hair vowing to protect you even when you were in diapers.

Snapping back to reality, you scurry back inside and throw on a more casual outfit, still in a dress but with more room to move, slipping on some boots and stuffing the hat in your bag.

You take the path down to town, chatting with the residents along the way until you arrive at the Mario Bros Tavern. 

You step inside, greeting everyone and making your way over to the counter, seeing who you assume is the brother, dressed in all green. His name tag reads "Izuku", and you smile at him when he looks your way. 

"Hi, Princess!! What brings you here?"

You dig in your bag and take out the plush hat, holding it in front of you.

"I- Uh…. I found this in the woods, I was jus' wondering if the owner of it was here?"

Izuku lets out a soft, 'oh', and holds a finger up to you to signal you to wait. He disappears into the back room and when he comes back you suddenly wish you were dressed better.

In the forest all you could see what that your "hero" was wearing overalls and red. You didn't pick up on the fact that he was probably almost 7 feet tall, buff and solid with pretty, full lips and a sharp smile, cute spiky hat hair which a deeper shade of red then his clothes, which fit him so perfect it was like he just stepped out of a clothes factory. 

When you met eyes, the stranger gave you a sheepish smile, stepping up to the counter and gently taking the hat from your now trembling hands. 

"Gee, thanks for bringing this back, Prn'cess. I hadn't even realized I lost it."

You search for words, feeling your cheeks heat up when his smile widens, big veiny hands reaching out to shut your mouth, which fell right back open at the feel of his hands on your face.

"I'm, uh, I'm also here to thank you for saving me today…"

"Kiri."

"Kiri. Thank you, Kiri."

He smiles a toothy smile, giving you a silly bow. You giggle, your heart swelling with affection as you realize you could get used to this.

"As a token of my appreciation, I'm taking you on a date in two days, up by the waterfalls."

The red head blinks in surprise before his smile returns, pink coloring his cheeks as he mods vigorously.

"I'll see you then, Princess!!"

♡♡

You trudged through the forest, cursing yourself for putting off your carriage repair. The trail was under construction, so you had to walk you way through the bushes towards the waterfall. 

At least you weren't wearing a formal dress. You were just wearing a simple skirt and a top, some boots and a picnic basket in your hand.

As you stumble along, you start to hear the roaring of the waterfall, but laced within you hear growls and grunts, followed by a shout that sounded all too familiar.

Kirishima.

You pick up speed and come to a clearing, stepping back slightly in shock. 

In front of you is one of the legendary Bowser men, powerful and downright terrifying. They had a tendency to go after princesses, which was the main reason the Mario brothers protected your family. 

This Bowser was the new heir, Bakugou. He didn't have red hair like his father, his was an ash blonde, and his shell was a slightly darker green. He was taller too, looked about 6'9 from where you were standing, but he towered over Kirishima so you figured he was over 7 feet. He was actually kind of attractive, which surprised you given how his dad looked.

Kirishima has him in a headlock, both of them grunting and growling and you would be lying if the sight wasn't hot, but you shook the feeling off and silently marched over to the two, wanting to "save" the red head like he had for you for the longest time. 

Taking a deep breath, you launched yourself on the Blonde's shell with a shout, quickly realizing how stupid this "plan" was when you could barely hold on, being so small compared to him that when he stood up and reached behind him, he could just pluck you up like a bug, holding by the back of your shirt in a big hand. 

"What happened Bakubro? Why'd you stop-y/n?"

"Well well well, wha d'we have here? Is this the pretty little prn'cess yer were telling me about, Kiri?"

You gulp harshly, not even out of fear anymore now that you realized that they were play fighting, and that they know each other. 

No, you were nervous because Bakugou was hot. Sharp canines digging into his bottom as he watched you dangle in his palm, spiky hair leading down to a bushy mullet, bulging muscles and thick thighs hidden by a ratty loin cloth, blonde happy trail-did something just twitch?

You swiftly look back up, looking into knowing vermillion eyes as he licks his lips and shoots you a smirk, his eyes dark and cheeks slightly flushed. When you feel a slight breeze and begin to rock, you realize that hes still holding you. Up in the air. With one hand. 

This is not doing anything good to your manhandling kink. You can already feel your panties start to get sticky as he gently sets you back down, standing straight back up.

You're now level with his veiny thighs, hands starting to tremble from how guilty and horny you feel. The guy you asked out on a date is right there!! Speaking of, you glance at Kiri and he's already looking at youz something dark gleaming within his eyes but quickly hidden when you meet gazes, rushing forward to trap you in a crushing hug, big hands running up your sides.

You blush as you pull back, about to ask if he wants to get going when he jogs back over to Bakugou, who's eyes haven't left you, and tackles him onto the ground, putting him in a chokehold.

You would be pissed, you planned a picnic and its getting dark, the bugs coming out and the air getting sticky but they look so good like that, muscle on muscle, and Bakugou keeps letting out snarls and growls that go straight to your cunt, slicking up your panties as you think about those big, clawed hands your skirt up and plugging you up with his big dick.

You stop mid thought as you remember what they taught you in Princess survival school, in the monster course. Bowsers can smell really really well. Which means Bakugou….could probably smell you right now. 

You look up at him and let out a breath of relief when you see he's still distracted by the Kirishima, writhing to try and get away from the his grip on his neck. With a sharp movement from the blonde, his loin cloth flutters to the side momentarily and flashes you a peak of his really, really fat cock. You almost pass out from how fast blood rushes to your head when you see so many veins and bumps, and he's obviously not even hard. 

All of a sudden, Bakugou takes a deep breath, preparing to let out a roar to startle Kirishima into letting him go, and chokes on air, gasp getting caught in his throat. Kiri is none the wiser, laughing and joking behind him about how hes strongest, but Bakugou isn't paying attention, eyes blown wide and rolled in his head as his tongue slightly lolls out of his mouth, as if to taste what he's smelling.

To taste you. 

His head rolls to the side, eyes trained on the clench of your thighs and flush of your body, and it make his hips jump, red irises locking onto you as drool spills out of his open mouth. 

Kirishima realized how quiet he is, and attempts to peak over and see if he's okay but Bakugou roughly shoulders him off and stomps away into the trees, leaving you dazed and Kirishima confused. 

"That was weird."

[cyberpawn-arc]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME a meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘what you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. repost, don’t reblog. bold what applies. fill in details. (please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)

tagged by: @yorinobu​

tagging: YOU. YOU READING THIS. DO THIS IT WAS FUN.

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

gender:   agender (none gender left beef)

race:   white

complexion:   light and freckled,  plenty of scars thanks to fights and acne. their face is kinda bumpy due to their cyberwear and the acne, some fuzziness along their jawline due to facial hair, most hair at their chin. sometimes they have a baby goatee/beard!

height:  five foot, six inches. 167.64 cm.

body type: sat right between mesomorph and endomorph. 

body build:  rocking out muscles in their shoulders/chest/biceps. Upper body strength is great and they’ve got chub on their belly due to fat distribution.

body hair:  Some stray fuzzy hairs on their jawline and neck and cheeks, very random facial hair, most hair at their chin. They have chest hair and the cutest happy trail. Vale doesn’t shave anything downstairs, occasionally will shave their pits if they go ‘oh shit yeah I need to shave’

head hair:  Vale prefers to keep their hair very short, keeping it to a very short fade and keeping it dyed red and blue! Their natural hair color is brown and it has a very fluffy, messy, shaggy texture to it. If Vale lets their hair grow out, it gets very out of control very fast. In the past, Vale has had their hair dyed bubblegum pink and also green.

eye colour:  Soft, slightly gray-ish green eyes. Whenever they are angry or using their cybernetics, their eyes turn a bright, glowing, neon green.

scars:   ALL OVER. Vale has acne scars on their face and shoulders, cyberwear covering a big scar on their nose, top surgery scars, scars from being stabbed and shot plenty of times, lots of scars on their legs due to botched parkour runs and tricks

FASHION

fashion style:   graphic tees and tanktops meets athletic shorts and jeans, add a splash of backwards hats and old converse sneakers. Vale likes to be comfy, likes to be able to move around easily in whatever they wear. They hate restrictive outfits and hate to wear formal stuff

colour palette:  RGB saturation at its finest, Vale loves to rock vibrant colors matched with black and gray, honoring the rock roots of their personality as well as the punk nature of their entire being. Also Vale looks good in every palette I won’t lie

typical clothing: Usually a tank top with an open, unbuttoned top on over it and black jeans with red converse. You can frequently see them in Samurai/Entropy/Eurodyne/Godzilla t-shirts or tank tops or jerseys without a shirt over it though. On hotter days, V will wear comfy basketball shorts

piercings:  Has their ears pierced in multiple spots! Vale used to have a septum piercing when they were younger, but after it got yanked on in a fight, they’re only rocking the septum piercing on days off

tattoos:  You know the full body snake/goat head tattoo V can have in game? Vale has that but it’s modified to be a whole kaiju piece. Instead of the snake around their body, it’s Ghidorah’s heads. Instead of the goat head with Samurai lyrics, it’s Mothra’s wings. On the back of V’s neck, they have a small tattoo of bull horns with a tulip between them. On their upper left arm, they have a tattoo of chibi godzilla and on their upper right arm they have a Fool tarot tattoo that resembles Johnny’s Tower tarot tattoo. Across their right collarbone, Vale has the scientific equation for Entropy, they have no clue what any of it means, but they know it means entropy in the end!

other information:  Vale wears their barbed wire bullet necklace as well as Johnny’s dog tags quite frequently. After acquiring Johnny’s Samurai jacket in game, Vale wears that a lot too. Vale will accessorize with rings and chokers! They also like to wear make-up on occasion to look cool!

EXPRESSION

general facial expression:   They constantly have a smile on their face, the dumbest, cutest smile. Their eyes are often wide and full of light, a look of constant surprise on their soft face.

default body language: Open!! Very open and expressive and animated! Vale will never NOT be extra, so they’re gonna use their hands and face and everything to get their point across.

general movements:   FAST. Fast but soft! Vale never moves with the intent to injure unless they’re in a fight, so they might be very erratic and move quickly, but they never try to hurt anyone. They move with emotion, so they NEVER think about what they’re gonna do until it’s already happened. Vale is always moving all the time, it is basically impossible to get them to calm down.

NOTABLE FOR RP

presence: golden retriever in nature. Very jokey, very loud, going to be very energetic and talkative. They either look like they give the best hugs or the lights are on and nobody’s home. Both are incredibly true.

appearance: Surprising! You’ve heard up and down the screamsheets and underground that this “V” figure is one of the best mercs in Night City history. You expect a god in disguise, a menacing figure….BUT INSTEAD YOU GET VALE. With hugs and smiles and jokes, it’s hard to believe that they’re a mercenary. Throw ‘em in a fight, though, and you’ll see how those merc colors shine

scent:  You know they don’t smell the best on a normal day thanks to their job throwing them into garbage heaps and alleyways and puddles and club floors, but Vale does go for soft, sugary scents. They like smelling like sugar cookies and vanilla!

voice description:   A bit rumbly, but voice breaky! Testosterone helps make their voice a little deeper, and it makes their voice breaks even more extreme and funnier. Their voice always has a lighthearted, soft, energetic note to it. Unless they’re pissed off. When angry, all sense of emotion drops from their voice and it’s just pure rumble and very heavily enunciated words.

accent: Vale’s accent is pretty similar to the V in game, a cityslicker voice. Vale has a bit of trouble with enunciation normally and if I’m gonna be honest their accent has a bit of Eddie Brock (Venom movies) vibes. Like a dash of that accent. A voice that makes you say ‘Aw c:’

speech mannerisms: Vale is a streetkid by heart no matter what, their vocab is full of slang and swears and weird phrases that would only ever come out of their mouth. With their accent too, C’mon’ usually is more ‘c’mmaaahhn’. Even though their vocabulary is mostly streetkid, they often use big words they learned from their dad’s music. Sometimes it sounds like they’re talking out of the corners of their mouth when they’re quiet. Most of the time, they’re very loud and very fast so they will ramble and string words together. They speak like a stream of consciousness writing piece. When signing with their hands, Vale is very excitable and energetic, often mish-mashing signs together on accident due to pure excitement.

anything else to add?   Vale is autistic, so they have major trouble with volume control and reading the room. This often leads to misunderstandings and problems with others, but Vale just wants to make friends. They’re good at accidentally overwhelming people, but they mean well. As a youngin, they were selectively mute and when pressured into high stress situations, Vale can fall into that shutdown mode of total silence. Vale also has echolalia! So they may repeat something you say to them/repeat familiar phrases and lyrics and quotes!

Extra anything I want to add: I adore Vale deeply.

[popopretty]

Storm Bringer Spoilers (9)

I finally finished the translation of the last part in the epilogue where it is explained why Verlaine was still alive and how he became after that. Verlaine and Rimbaud’s relationship is just so sad :( 

Please feel free to re-translate. Just be aware that I don’t speak English or Japanese as my native language so I may make a few mistakes here and there. Also, some meanings might be lost in indirect translation. 

...

Going back in time.

The Demonic Beast Guivre appeared in the wood. Adam blew himself up. Chuuya opened the “gate” and defeated Guivre.

Four minutes and thirty seconds after that.

The place was the site of the collapsed highway overpass. Crushed foundation materials, concrete, wires, steel frames, cylindrical forms and such were scattered and piled up like dead bodies.

On the top of that place, Verlaine was in the progress of vanishing.

He couldn’t bend the tips of his fingers. His breathing was shallow. His vision was so dark and hazy that he couldn’t even see the stars. Verlaine is nothing more than a sealed string of codes. When the singularity lifeform that acted as his main body disappeared, his heart was slowly stopping due to the life-sustaining energy being depleted.

Verlaine’s thoughts were just as shallow and slow as his breath. Even on the verge of being engulfed into the hollow of death, his heart didn’t flinch one bit, nor did it seek for anything.

So this is death, Verlaine thought in his disrupted consciousness. It is not such a big deal as I thought. No groaning in pain, no crying of regrets, no distraught with fear either. It is flat and thoroughly empty. In the first place, my life is not a life that has anything to regret at this point. It is a life that should not have been born from the beginning. I didn’t live in a way as to regret anything either.

It’s just that, I caused troubles to so many people. The French government, my assassination targets, Port Mafia, brother. In the end, I didn’t get anything, even with all of that. That only is like a stain my life’s trail, that I regret a little.

Well, whatever. As you can see, I will die soon so forgive me.

His fingers grew colder and eventually he didn’t even feel the cold anymore.

His heartbeat weakened. And after a brief spasm...

It stopped.

His heart.

A few tens of seconds passed.

Verlaine realized that he was still breathing. At the edge of his field of vision, he saw something red. He turned his eyes to that. 

A crimson red cube was passing through his chest and surrounding his heart. That thing was making his heart move.

What the hell is this? Verlaine was confused. It was not because he did not know what the crimson cube was. He was confused because that was something he knew so well.

Why is it here?

“This is the first time I saw you in such a terrible state.”

How nostalgic was that voice.

Verlaine couldn’t believe his own ears. And when the person entered his sight, he started doubting his eyes too.

“No, no...”, Verlaine spoke in a whispering voice. “This can’t be happening. You can’t possibly appear here.”

“Exactly”, the person nodded. “However, showing up in the most unlikely places, at the most unlikely times, isn’t that what a spy is?”

That was Arthur Rimbaud.

A fuzzy outer jacket. A thick scarf around his neck. A pair of earmuffs made from rabbit hair on his head. Long, black hair and somewhat gloomy eyes.

He was the person who saved Verlaine from the lab, and his partner. And the person Verlaine betrayed.

The subspace created by the crimson cube was the sign of Rimbaud’s skill. All substances inside it can be manipulated at Rimbaud’s will.

“Paul, what have you learnt in the world of spies?” Rimbaud sounded surprised as he asked.

“That if you don’t throw away your feelings, you won’t be able to complete the missions, it taught me that much. But what are missions? And what are feelings? Is that to vent out all of my hatred towards human? Or is that to get a little brother? I rushed into this without knowing clearly which one was the mission, and this is the result. If I hadn’t told brother the way to stop Guivre, I would have been able to kill off all those hateful humans.”

“Ahh... I see, you are Rimbaud’s hallucination.” Verlaine said as if he was ridiculing himself. “You are the illusion that I see on the verge of death, the death reaper my guilts are showing me. Otherwise, there is no way Rimbaud who died one year ago would appear here.”

“I’m not a hallucination, neither a reaper. I am a ghost.” Rimbaud shook his head. “I have been waiting for you, in this country.”

Verlaine stared at the other silently, as if he was trying to understand what that existence over there actually was.

“No way, there can be no ghosts.” Verlaine finally shook his head. “Not because it’s unscientific. If you were a ghost and not an illusion, you would not be saving me like this. You would definitely curse me to death.”

“Why?”

“I betrayed you, and tried to kill you.” His cold voice echoed through the night.

Rimbaud didn’t say anything, he looked back at the collapsed Verlaine with calm eyes.

“What’s with those eyes? Be mad at me more, resent me more, punch me, kick me, strangle me, Rimbaud!”, Verlaine screamed, still lying on the ground. “I shot you from the back. That’s why that explosion happened. You were caught up in it and lost your memories, then died in this foreign country not even knowing who you were. If you are a ghost, then there is only one reason that you became one. That’s your grudge towards me, isn’t that right, Rimbaud!”

“It’s the opposite.”, Rimbaud shook his head. “I waited for you because... I wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize? For what?” Verlaine frowned, not getting what he just heard.

“I wanted to help you. And I thought that I was helping.” Rimbaud leaned forward, holding his hand over Verlaine’s chest. “But what I actually gave you, was nothing more than the one-sided sympathy of a man who pretended that he understood. I can’t allow myself to just apologize. I have always been thinking about what I could give. And I finally got the answer on the verge of death. This is it.”

Under Rimbaud’s palm, the space cube grew bigger.

The thing that was at Verlaine’s chest earlier started to expand as if it wanted to shallow his whole body. Then it became huge enough to shallow both Verlaine and Rimbaud inside. That was the subspace created by Rimbaud’s skill. Inside it, Rimbaud is capable of doing anything. Except for bringing the dead back to life.

That exception seemed to be happening.

Verlaine noticed his own fingers twitching. They bent. It wasn’t an illusion. His eyes were also moving. His muddy vision gradually became clear.

“This is...”

Verlaine moved his arm. He twisted and raised his upper body up. He looked at his palm, at the back of his hand, squeezed it, then released it again. He felt his fingers being warmed up by the blood flowing in.

He tried to ask what was happening so he looked at Rimbaud who was there.

Rimbaud was not there.

He collapsed.

By Verlaine’s side.

“What is this?”, Verlaine asked in shock. “I see, you... you used your skill on yourself?”

“A method that I could use only once in life.” Rimbaud said with a faint smile on his face. “But it worked well.”

<The skill to turn humans into skills>

That was Arthur Rimbaud’s skill.

Transforming dead humans into a skilled lifeform, and using them freely inside the crimson subspace. The person who is turned will have the memories and physical capabilities of their past lives, they can even use skills. It is a skill worthy of a spy that is considered the most elite in Europe, the heresy of the heresies. 

Rimbaud used that skill on himself.

“It’s nothing to worry about. I am already dead.” Rimbaud said weakly. “What is left here is just information. But even if it is like that, I feel good. Because I could leave this to you.”

Rimbaud’s body started to glow in red. The way it glowed was familiar to Verlaine.

A redshift. (*TN: A term referring to an increase in the wavelength, and corresponding decrease in the frequency and photon energy. In astronomy, it happened when an object is moving away from us. Good luck Googling.) 

“Wait!” Verlaine who realized what was going on, reached out to the collapsed Rimbaud.

“Wait, Rimbaud. Don’t disappear!”

“Because you didn’t like my birthday present.” Rimbaud laughed apologetically.

“Just take this as a birthday present instead. Happy Birthday. I am happy you were born into this life.”

After that, the subspace contracted sharply, sucked into Verlaine’s heart and disappeared.

All that remained was the debris, and Verlaine, and the cool breeze of the night.

Verlaine walked two, three steps with the stunned look on his face. He looked around then sat down on the debris.

“Ha...hahaha.” He looked down and let out a dry laugh.

“Hey Rimbaud, you waited one year for me just to do this? For something like this?”

Verlaine knew, what Rimbaud had done.

To save him, Rimbaud had turned himself into a self-contradictory typed singularity.

Rimbaud, who had turned himself into a skill, used that skill again on his own self who was born as a result of that. Then he continued to apply that skill on his new self that was born. And by repeating this progress, he created a self-contradictory typed singularity. Then he gave that singularity to Verlaine, in place of the Demonic Beast Guivre.

Verlaine tried to stand up but he didn’t have enough strength and dropped his knees on the debris. He was weak. Perhaps, the singularity that Rimbaud created did not have an infinity output like the unlimited energy that the usual self-contradictory typed singularity emits. He could no longer use his inexhaustible gravitational skill like he did before.

But Verlaine didn’t find it particularly regrettable. 

Because he was regretting the thing that he just lost that very moment more.

“Why, Rimbaud?” Verlaine looked up to the sky. “Why did you smile at the end? I betrayed you, and you died because of that, you know?”

He knew the answer. He just didn’t want to understand.

Rimbaud, the man who freed him from Faunus and gave him the freedom to live.

Rimbaud, the man who trained him and raised him into a spy, the person who got through all the dangerous missions with him.

Rimbaud, the man who shyly handed him his birthday present.

“Why did you smile?” Verlaine spoke with a trembling voice. “If you turn yourself into a skill, you are no longer human. You will be nothing more than a piece of surface information with a human’s memories and personalities. You knew that for sure. Still why did you wait for me? Why did you have to go that far for someone like me, when you didn’t even know if I would come or not?”

Verlaine finally came to his senses.

The reason why he let Chuuya know how to defeat the Demonic Beast Guivre at that time.

He hated humans. He thought that it would be okay if everyone died. Yet, he gave out the hint to destroy Guivre. That was because he didn’t think that everyone should die, equally. 

There was only one exception.

One person worthy of affirming human beings.

“Sorry, Rimbaud.” Verlaine whispered behind his clenched teeth. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to your friendship. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you when I received the birthday present. I am finally grieving the fact that you are not here anymore now...”

Verlaine said so with his trembling voice, as he sat still and looked up to the sky with his eyes closed.

He remained there for a long, long time, looking at the night sky.

...

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...

Time pours on everything equally.

Verlaine didn’t die. After surviving with the life he got from Rimbaud, he was confined in Port Mafia’s underground shelter. That was what Verlaine wished for. There was already no place for Verlaine in the outside world. He had lost most of his gravitational skill and the only place he could escape the long and big hands of Europe was the hideout deep underground.

Also, he had no interests in the outside world. There wasn’t anyone he wanted to kill, nor anyone he wanted to meet. Apart from Rimbaud. 

And Rimbaud was no longer there.

At first, he just sat in the basement and spent all his time reading and writing poems. When he became bored with that, he started doing what Rimbaud used to do. Training the younger generation.

He hammered his assassination skills and knowledge into the Mafia’s elites in an underground training space. Gin, Izumi Kyouka, and many more.

Those mafias under his discipline all became top-class assassins in a short period of  time.

Verlaine didn’t reveal his feelings to anyone. He never told his apprentices nor the Boss the reason why he kept desiring that crippling life underground. 

When he was not training his apprentices, he just sat on his wicker chair, waiting for something. He never told anyone what he was waiting for. If he was asked persistently, he would just say “for the storm”. No-one knew what that storm was supposed to mean.

Six years later, Verlaine now has become an indispensable central figure in the Mafia, and risen to the position of one of Mafia’s five executives.

He is still sitting on his wicker chair, waiting for his storm even today.

...

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Birthday Girl

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: It’s the reader’s birthday & she doesn’t want to get up but little does she know Hotch & Rossi has planned a surprise party for her

Wanings: None

Request made by @thomasgibsonfan01 ♥️

MASTERLIST

———

“Babe”

“No, Aaron”

Wrapping myself tighter in my fuzzy blanket I relaxed further on the sofa ignoring my husband’s gaze

“It’s your birthday, let’s go out” he sat next to me, hands trying to remove the blanket

“I’d much rather stay in and watch movies with you” my grip tightened

“Nuh uh, get up” he successfully yanked it off of me before taking off with it down the hall

“I hate you Aaron Hotchner!”

“I love you too y/n Hotchner!”

Rolling my eyes I made my way to my wardrobe to find something pleasing to wear. After raking through my closet I chose my plum coloured off the shoulder dress that reaches mid thigh and accents my curves in all the right places

Thankfully I had already showered so I didn’t need to worry about that. Taking my makeup bag I went into the bathroom where Aaron was showering

Not really feeling for all the heavy duty stuff I applied my face powder, eyeshadow, blush and lipstick. Reaching up I removed my hair tie opting to just brush my hair out and leave it opened as it was already straight

The shower shut off an Aaron emerged with a boyish grin plastered on his face

“You look beautiful”

“Shut up”

Chuckling he kissed my head before leaving to get dressed. Taking on last look in the mirror I followed him

“I need your help” my arms couldn’t reach the zipper on my back

“C’mere” his fingers teased my exposed back before getting to task that needed to be done

“Thank you”

Turning around I noticed how much hotter he looked in his black shirt and trousers

“You know, if you keep staring at me like that we’re gonna be late”

“I don’t even want to go” my hands trailed down his stomach slowly inching towards his belt buckle

“Nice try but we’re going” his larger hands stopped my actions just as I reached his groin

“Fine” giving up I slipped on my black stilettos and grabbed my clutch off the dresser

He took up his belongings quickly ushering me out the house to his car

“My lady” he opened the door for me

“Here I thought chivalry was dead. Thank you” I slipped in and he shut the door, rounding the car to the driver’s side

“One more thing, put this on” he pulled out a blindfold and held it up for me to take

“Are you going to kill me?”

“If I wanted to do that I would’ve done it a long time ago”

Taking the blindfold from him I put it on as he backed out the driveway

This better be worth it

———

After what I assume was half an hour the car finally came to a stop, he got out and opened my door, taking my hand to guide me

“Where are we babe?”

“You’ll see soon”

He rested his hand on my hips as he carefully walked me to wherever he was taking me. The sound of my heels hitting the ground quieted and my feet started brushing against what I presume was grass.

“You know I’ll legit gouge your eyes out if you brought me to a park”

His body vibrated from his boisterous laughter

“Okay you could stop walking now” doing as told I instinctively reached up to remove the blindfold but he stopped me

“Let me”

I felt him carefully lift it off my eyes and I opened them

“Surprise!”

The entire team was standing there smiling from ear to ear at my startled state

“Happy birthday mama” Derek was the first to pull me in for a hug

“You guys planned this?” pulling away I look over to the others

“Your husband did and I helped out” Rossi pointed to the grinning idiot next to me

“Is that so?” My arms wrapped around his waist as I stared into his eyes

“Happy birthday baby” he leaned forward and captured my lips with his earning the team’s cat calls

“Let’s get this party started!” Garcia announced dragging the others behind her

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“No but you should show me” his hands rested comfortably on the curve of my ass

“I plan too”

[strawberrywritings]

First ‘I love you’.

A/N: My commitment issues were not happy that I stuck to this series, but I made it and here you have the final part. I never thought that a prompt would’ve turned into a series, but it’s been good and now I’m definitely in Angel’s lane lmao

Even if this is a scheduled post, I still want to thank everyone who has supported me, and those who will keep doing so. It means a lot to me, thank you. And I hope you like it! xx🍓

/ Previous parts / Masterlist

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), mentions of sexual intercourse, light bondage

Suddenly, he was on his knees in front of you, he grabbed your hands and held them tight. “Please, say it again, mi dulce. I need to know this is real”, his eyes were glimmering and wide, like a child who had just received a present from Santa. “I love you”, you whispered, his eyes never left yours, until he moved forward, going for your lips. He was deliberately slow, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to, but you had no intention of doing so; instead, you closed the gap and kissed him. It was sweet, warm, felt like home.

He got up and started kissing you again, both of your hands still in his, as he walked you backwards to the counter of the kitchen, pressing you against it. His mouth moved to your neck, leaving light red marks with his teeth, and he groaned when he moved his head away from your skin to overlook them. Your eyes were still closed and he took the opportunity to bite at your earlobe, his hands squeezing your ass. “Not here – you managed to say in between kisses – bedroom”, you couldn’t even finish the last word that he was dragging you to the bedroom, gently pushing you on your king sized bed, putting his body on top of yours and kissing you again. It was full of passion, hands wondering the exposed skin on each other’s bodies, your tongues tangling together and his hips grinding into yours. None of you dared to talk, there would be time to talk after Angel was done with you, and by the looks of it, who know when that would be.

He detached his lips from yours, one of his hands coming to cradle the side of your face as he started deeply into your eyes. “I love you, too. All these days without you have been the worst, let me show you how much I fucking missed you. – he placed a soft kiss to your lips – Let me worship you, mi vida, I’m beggin’”, how could you deny the man? His eyes were wild with desire, making wetness pool in your panties. You closed your eyes and sighed, those three words replaying over and over again in your mind. “You can do whatever you want to me”, you let your head relax into the pillow and moaned as he reattached his mouth to your neck.

Angel moved like a man possessed, he ripped your clothes off until you were completely naked in front of him, moving so fast you had to slow him down a couple times, reassuring him you weren’t going anywhere. “I thought I fucking lost you, thought you hated me”, he spoke as he started to make his way down your body, kissing and nipping at your chest. Your eyes flew open when you felt his mouth press a trail of kisses under your belly button, your thighs clenching at the thought of what was to come: you and Angel had sex multiple times, but you usually skipped the foreplay, he had never eaten you out.

“Everything okay?”, he got on his knees, his shirt had come off and you could see every muscle on his torso, making your mouth salivate even more at the sight; you nodded and he spread your legs, licking his lips when his eyes landed on your glistening mound. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about eating this beautiful pussy”, you had discovered Angel was a talker and he was damn good at it, you had no doubts that mouth of his had some more surprises in store for you. “Please”, you mewled, your hips lightly bucking up, and he chuckled. He climbed off the bed, but before you could protest, he came back with his bandana in hand, smirking and sitting down near your face; from this angle, you could see the bulge in his pants and you wished he would just fuck you already. He folded the bandana and put it over your eyes, “Lift your head for me”, you did as he said and he tied the material behind your head, your world going momentarily black.

You felt his breath on your cheek, and then you heard his deep voice, “I am gonna eat you out nice and slow, take my time with it, and then I’ll wreck you. That okay?”, you whimpered at his words and nodded feverishly, he put a hand on the base of your neck and pressed his thumb and pointer finger into your skin. “Lemme hear you say it”. “Lick my pussy, Angel, please”. “Good girl”, one of his hands caressed your skin from your chest to your pussy, his fingers skimming over your clit a couple times before you felt the bed dip between your legs. Nothing could have prepared for how skilled Angel’s mouth was, he was definitely better that anyone else you’d ever been with, and you were sure you were ruined, you wouldn’t be able to get enough of him. He kissed and licked your lips, your clit, like he was starving, and then your felt a finger at your entrance, circling your opening before slowly slipping it inside.

You moaned loudly and he smiled at seeing your body tremble because of him. One of your hands tangled in his hair, pulling softly at the longest strands, making him hiss and his hips bucked into the mattress as a response. You were going to ask him to fuck you, you were ready to beg, but when the pad of his finger came in contact with your g-spot, your mind went fuzzy and you were mumbling incoherent praises. Angel was moving his tongue just right, he now had 2 fingers inside you applying pressure on your front wall, the combination of his movements and the fact that you couldn’t see was driving you crazy. “I’m- gonna cum”, you panted, the hand that wasn’t on his head was gripping the sheets tighly. He removed his lips from your clit, one hand coming up to grab your breast and the other speeding up the movements to make you come faster. “C’mon, drench my fingers. – he gave a chaste kiss to your hipbone, resting his head against your skin as his thumb replaced his tongue on your clit – Eres tan hermosa, y eres mía. Te quiero demasiado, mi amor… nunca te dejaré ir”. And his words did it for you, hearing him speak Spanish always turned you on, so hearing him declare his love for you like that… it was mind-blowing, just like the orgasm that followed. You writhed and moaned loudly while he helped you ride out your high, never ceasing his actions, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

/

An hour later, you were still on the bed, where Angel was keeping you hostage. He had your hands tied up to the headboard, pounding into you as your breasts moved in rhythm with his trusts, his eyes transfixed on your sweaty body, as the umpteenth orgasm rushed through you. He fucked you in all the positions he could think about. When he finally came inside you, he did so with a loud growl, all the tension from the days you spent apart left his body; he gently untied your hands and he wrapped you in his arms, not caring if he smeared his cum all over himself. He kept cuddling you, your bodies pressed together as he caressed your hair, kissing your forehead from time to time.

“I could never hate you”, you whispered, so feebly that if the room wasn’t completely silent, he would’ve missed it. “I was scared. Nobody has ever cared this much about me”, you turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss to the column of his throat, nuzzling your nose against his skin right after. “I do. Being away from you has made me realize that. We’re in this together, Angel, I’m not leaving”.

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[obithoes]

Your breeding fic with Naruto and Sasuke was... just Amaxing, I’m at a loss for words. ❤️😫 I want so badly. But anyways would it be possible to request a similar Threesine Breeding fic with Kakashi and Gai 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺

one of our own: kakashi hatake x reader x might gai

authors note: thank u for this!! i love gai and kakashi. i want them to wreak me!! also i got carried away writing this as you can tell (since you asked to be tagged here you go queen @elysianseraph )

word count: 1176

You were walking through the village, hand in hand with Gai and Kakashi returning from your weekly lunch date. They were discussing the details of a mission they would be leaving for soon when the sudden loss of your touch made them pause. Their attention shifted to where you walked off to and were met with the sight of Kurenai and baby Mirai snug in her arms.

You quickly engaged in conversation with Kurenai about her bundle of joy, gushing at how adorable she is and jokingly saying you were going to steal her. She couldn’t help but laugh and offer you to hold Mirai once she noticed Gai and Kakashi approaching. They each gave her a warm greeting, followed by Gai questioning how she was holding up, asking if she needed any help with Mirari.

She waved them off stating she was doing just fine. Glancing over at you she took note of how well Mirari was taking to you and couldn’t help but mention how much of a wonderful mother you would make. Kurenai’s comment caused your cheeks to grow red while Kakashi and Gai to share a look before fixing their gaze back on you, watching you cradle and fawn over Mirari.

They never gave the idea of having their own child too much thought. Sure Gai would frequently barge in the house with a stream of happy tears cascading down his face as he shared his fondness for Lee. Kakashi rarely shared his feelings towards his students. Yes he thought of them as bunch of brats but that didn’t mean he didn’t like them. He cared deeply for his students — his tone was always warm whenever he would talk to you about them.

However there was something about watching you coo at the small infant in your arms that caused a fire to ignited inside of them. Simultaneously they began to picture you caring for their child, then adding two more into the picture. Both men were brought back to reality at the sound of you biding a goodbye to Kurenai, mention that she should be expecting a visit from you soon.

Who knew running into Kurenai and Mirari would lead into your current position.

Sandwiched between Gai and Kakashi, your sappy walls suctioning around them, pulling them in deep. Tears were building up in your eyes, your clit was throbbing from the sensitivity, it’s never been like this before. You’ve been intimate with them like this but never for this long, for nearly two hours they’ve been stretching you out, stuffing you to the point where you were gushing out with every thrust.

The side of your face pressed against Gai’s as he pressed wet kisses against your jaw. His large hands softly caressing your sides as he slid into you with ease. Choked sobs racked through your body at the intrusion, it felt too good to stop. “There you go flower, absolutely ravishing, isn’t she Kakashi?” Gai sighed as he left another kiss on your jaw.

Kakashi’s hands roughly kneaded your ass, spreading your slick skin apart, watching your tight opening stretch around him. The sight alone almost made him cum. He let out a deep groan before speaking “She is the prettiest — imagine how gorgeous she’ll be with a swollen stomach” Kakashi’s hand snaked around your waist, firmly pushing his palm against your stomach.

You were wetter than before, you could feel it. The mixed cum shared between the three of you was pouring profusely out of your sore cunt. The pressure Kakashi was applying to your stomach along with their desperate pace only made you leak even more.

Wet kisses trailed all over your back and front. Kakashi left open mouth kisses up your spine — telling you how much of you good girl you are for giving them a baby. Gai kissed up the side of your neck up to your ear, whispering how much more beautiful you’ll look with a ball of youth growing inside of you.

Your mouth was hanging open, broken whimpers fleeing hastily. You were completely fucked out, your words were slurring and your mind felt fuzzy but you needed this. Not only for them but for yourself.

The thought of building a family with Gai and Kakashi was something you deeply craved. You wanted to have their cute loud mouth babies, watch joy overcome them knowing they finally have children of their own. You couldn’t do anything except let them take and give as much as they needed to.

Your body writhed between them, your hips snapping back against Kakashi’s as broken cries left your mouth. Tightly clamping down on them your orgasm wrecked through you. Your nails scratched down Gai’s chest — like a caged animal searching for an escape. Your head snapped forward pushing your forehead against Gai’s as he held you in place coaxing you through your release.

“That’s it angel let go for us — we’re going to fill you up so good.” Gai’s hips worked feverishly against you before he felt himself cumming. His grip on your face tightens, holding your face against his. Plunging himself deep inside you one last time Gai cums with a loud roar. His vision is clouded with specks of white, making him delirious almost. Broken groans continue to spill from his lips as he drives his hips forward burying his seed deep.

Kakashi briskly followed after Gai. The feel of your sponges walls gripping him tightly with each thrust along with feeling Gai brush against him was enough to send him. His nails digging into your hips leaving crescent shapes as he drilled deep inside of you before finally tipping over the edge, groaning as he went slack. His head feel against your spine from his mind blanking out.

Pulling out Kakashi watched his white flood drip down, he weakly brought it hand up generously spreading it where you and Gai were still connected. Flopping himself down on the bed next to the two of you Kakashi tiredly throw his over his face.

Lazily rolling yourself off of Gai you laid squished in the middle, blissfully absorbing the heat their bodies gave off. Without warning Kakashi raised, lowering himself until he was eye level with your stomach; pressing tender kisses across it, stopping at your bellybutton. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant” he dreamily breathed out.

A loopy smile stretched across your face once realization hit you “Yes cute little babies that will have unruly sliver locks and wear green jumpsuits” At this Kakashi lifted his head up and gave you an unimpressed look at the mere mention of the jumpsuit he despised.

Before you had the chance to speak up again you let out a gasp as your felt your self being suddenly pulled into Gai’s chest. At your description he began to cry “They’ll be so beautiful” he shouted out before crying out into the crook of your neck. Meeting Kakashi’s gaze you both shared a look before stifling your laughs, not wanting to upset your boyfriend.

[splendidlyimperfect]

When Gray wakes up one night with a voice in his head, the last thing he expects is to suddenly be sharing a body with a demon. Natsu is nothing like Gray expected, though. He's surprisingly charming, and more concerned about getting Gray to eat vegetables than he is with taking over the world. Since Gray can't push him away like he does with everyone else, he begrudgingly accepts Natsu's place in his life - for now. But when Natsu ends up needing Gray's help, what started out as an inconvenience turns into a road trip - and a friendship - that changes Gray's life.

written for @fuckyeahgratsu​ gratsu weekend 2021 event

day 1; prompt: first

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster Characters: Gray Fullbuster, Natsu Dragneel, Lyon Vastia, Mard Geer Tartarus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Humor, Adventure, Demonic Possession, but the good kind, demon Natsu, References to Depression, Depressed Gray, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sort Of, Road Trips, Falling In Love, Natsu's not an evil demon, he really just wants to take care of Gray, Gray sucks at feelings

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“Wake up.”

The words drifted through Gray’s dream, breaking up the strange carnival music that had been playing in the background. He could feel the images dissolving around him and he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to stay asleep.

“Hey! Wake up.”

The edges of the dream blurred and then slipped away entirely, leaving Gray miserably awake with a pounding headache. He sighed, rolling onto his back and rubbing his eyes. The room was still dark, and when he glanced at his phone, he realized it wasn’t even two in the morning.

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“Fucking hell,” he grumbled, pushing himself up and swinging his legs out of bed. He stumbled to the bathroom, grabbing the bottle of aspirin and tossing two back before leaning forward and staring blearily into the mirror. There was a soft meow behind him as the bathroom door opened wider, dragging a bright line of moonlight with it. It cast a strange shadow along the wall and lit up Gray’s reflection with an eerie glow.

“Finally, you’re awake!”

The voice that filled Gray’s head was bright and wild, and for some reason it made Gray think of a matchbook. It curled around his senses, filling him with a strange sense of warmth. He frowned at his reflection. Something wasn’t quite right.

“What the…” Gray leaned in further, running his fingers underneath his left eye. The iris, normally a deep blue-black, was shimmering. Gray blinked a few times, then groaned and rubbed his face. “Lyon, you stupid fuck, what the hell did you put in my drink?”

He stood there for a minute, hand over his eyes, until his hazy brain caught up with the fact that someone else had been talking, and he lived alone.

“Happy?” He frowned at the cat that had padded into the bathroom and was now sitting on the back of the toilet, staring at Gray. “Did you…”

“I’m not gonna lie,” the voice interrupted again. “I’m really, really tempted to let you think that your cat can talk.”

Gray jerked back from Happy and glanced around the bathroom. There was nothing around except the two of them and the moonlight, but he flicked the light on just in case. The only thing that greeted him was his reflection – messy hair, lines on his cheek from the pillowcase, and one glowing eye.

What the fuck?

“I…” He frowned, rubbing his face and blinking a few times. The eye kept glowing. He could feel something behind it – something in his mind, wriggling around like a memory he couldn’t quite find. “What?”

“Are you always this eloquent?”

“It’s two in the fucking morning,” he snapped irritably, then ran both hands over his face. “Am I dreaming?”

“Are you gonna believe me if I say no?” Gray could hear a laugh coloring the voice this time.

“Who are you?” he demanded, looking back out into the bedroom. Nothing greeted him but the empty bed, piles of books, and several cups of cold coffee.

“Look in the mirror.” Gray’s gaze flicked back to his reflection. “Closer,” the voice said, and despite his brain screaming at him that it was a terrible idea, Gray leaned in.

His reflection wobbled for a second – like the surface of a lake after a rock had been thrown. Then the features on the left half of his face started to shift. The glowing eye turned a soft shade of green and changed shape, slanting upward, and a wave of freckles rippled out across his cheek. The piece of hair that hung in his face started to curl and shifted from black to a soft pink. His teeth sharpened into fangs, and his lip quirked up into a smile that Gray definitely wasn’t controlling.

“How high am I?” he murmured, touching his teeth to ensure that they were not, in fact, sharp. “I’m gonna kill Lyon.”

“Is that the kid with the white hair?”

Gray nodded absently.

“He didn’t give you anything. He’s a punk-ass bitch who waters down his liquor.” There was a pause, and then the voice added, “And he’s a fucking terrible warlock.”

“A… what?” Gray was only half paying attention to the words. The rest of his focus was still on the way that his reflection was shifting and changing. The right half of the mirror was still him – messy hair, tattooed chest, pierced ear, black boxers. But the left half was quickly becoming something more… Gray wasn’t sure what word to use for it.

“Warlock,” the voice repeated. Gray’s left eye rolled itself in the reflection. He blinked a few times and shook his head.

“You mean that Ouija board shit?” he asked.

Slowly, the left half of Gray’s reflection separated, shimmering and then coalescing into the form of a young man standing just behind him. Gray looked over his shoulder to the empty washroom, then back at the mirror. The man waved at him and gave him a cheeky grin.

“I’m Natsu.”

Gray blinked a few times, rubbing his temples to try and relieve his throbbing headache. Natsu, who was now almost entirely solid in the reflection, crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall. He looked about the same age as Gray, with black tattoos that twisted around his arms and up his neck. His cheeks and temples were smattered with what looked like scales, and his wild pink hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail at the base of his neck.

Fuck, he was hot.

“Do you have a name?” Natsu prompted, giving Gray a grin that showed off his pointy teeth.  

“Um.” Gray’s brain blipped and he frowned and blinked at the same time, making what he assumed was an extremely unattractive face. Heat rushed to his cheeks as he ran his hands through his hair and quickly said, “Gray.”

“Hm.” Natsu tipped his head to one side, studying Gray’s reflection. “You’re not a warlock.”

Gray shook his head. “No, it’s just Lyon. Well, he’s into magic stuff. Like tarot cards, and he’s got the Ouija board. I thought it was just… weird college shit.”

“I am not ‘weird college shit,’” Natsu said indignantly, making quotation marks in the air as he raised a pierced eyebrow at Gray. “I’m a demon. From—” Here, he said a series of words in a rough language Gray didn’t understand.

“Is that, um… in Germany?”

Natsu glared at him.

Gray sighed and ran both hands over his face. Happy, who had been watching him with vague disinterest, hopped up onto the sink and rubbed his face against the mirror. Gray felt a tugging sensation in his arm, and before he realized what he was doing, he reached out to pet Happy. His hand felt strange and weightless and it took him a second to realize that he wasn’t controlling it.

“What the hell?” he yelped, jumping back and pulling his hand toward his chest like he’d been burned. “What did you—”

“Not hell,” Natsu reassured him. His reflection was no longer against the wall, and he was instead standing directly behind Gray as he stared down at Happy. “Hells. Plural.”

“No, what did you do with my…” Gray gestured vaguely at his arm. His fingers were still tingling.

“Oh. I just wanted to pet him.” Natsu nodded at Happy. “I haven’t seen a cat in a long time. Not alive, anyway. He’s soft.”

Gray frowned at Natsu in the mirror, then reached out – on his own, this time – and ran his fingers over Happy’s fur again. “He’s kind of an asshole,” Gray warned as Happy purred, then turned and nipped his fingers.

Natsu grinned. “We’ll get along just fine, then.” The weightless sensation appeared in Gray’s hand again as Natsu took over, but this time he let it. Despite Natsu’s fangs and scales, he didn’t seem particularly scary. In fact, the expression on his face as he petted Happy was one of almost child-like excitement.  

“Wait,” Gray said as Natsu’s words finally caught up to him. “You’re staying? In me? I mean not—not in me like that, but in…” He trailed off and ran a hand over his burning cheeks. Natsu started to answer but Gray shook his head. “Nope. No. It’s two in the morning and I’m still not convinced this isn’t just a side effect of Lyon accidentally giving me mushrooms again, so I’m going to sleep and deal with all of this—” he gestured vaguely to Natsu’s reflection in the mirror “—once I’m awake and sober.”

Before Natsu could argue Gray flicked off the light, grabbed Happy, and headed back to the bed.

“I’m not a side effect,” Natsu grumbled as Gray burrowed under the blankets and pulled a pillow over his head.

“Shut up,” he said through a yawn. “If you’re still around tomorrow, we can talk.”

~

“Gray. Graaay. Graaaaaaaay.”

Gray groaned as he blinked slowly awake. His head still throbbed and he felt vaguely sick, and the insistent voice calling out his name wasn’t helping.

“What’you want?” he mumbled. His mouth felt fuzzy.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to wake you up for like half an hour now. Did you know that you snore? Like, a lot. It’s a good thing I don’t need sleep, or I’d be pretty annoyed at you right now.”

The voice was much too chipper for – Gray squinted at his phone – 7:36 a.m. He groaned and flopped back against the pillow, then looked around for the source of the voice. Nobody was there except for Happy, who was curled up on the pillow next to him, fast asleep.

“Who—”

“In your head, remember?”

The events of early morning started to come back to Gray in pieces – the hot guy in the mirror who claimed he was from… somewhere that wasn’t Germany. He frowned and looked over at the bathroom.

“I don’t live in the mirror, idiot.”

“Well how the fuck am I supposed to know that?” Gray glared at the ceiling. “It’s not like I’ve ever done this before.”

“Aw, I’m your first?”

“No,” Gray said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and staring up at the ceiling. “I get possessed by demons all the time. It’s a hobby.”

“Really?” Natsu sounded genuinely surprised.

“Oh my god,” Gray muttered under his breath. “It’s way too early for this.” He sighed, then pushed himself up and ran his hands through his hair.

“Is it breakfast time?” Natsu asked. “’cause I’m starving. Or you are. I’m not sure if I can be hungry when I’m possessing you. Maybe we’re both hungry! What kind of food do you have?”

“I’m not hungry,” Gray interrupted. A low growling from his stomach disagreed with him, but he ignored it.  

“Well then I am.” Natsu sounded almost petulant. “Do you have coffee? I haven’t had coffee in forever. I mean, I haven’t had anything in forever – demons don’t really eat. Do you like tacos? I wanna try tacos. They weren’t around the last time I was here.”

“Do you always talk this much?” Gray asked. He stood up and stretched, then rummaged through his drawers until he found a clean shirt to pull on.

“I dunno,” Natsu said. “Maybe? Probably. I haven’t had anyone to talk to in a long time.”

“Aren’t there other… demons? Where you’re from?”

“Yes. They’re boring, though. All they talk about is torturing people.”

A cold thread of fear suddenly crept up the back of Gray’s neck. The word ‘demon’ had obviously registered before, but it wasn’t until now that he realized that being possessed by one probably wasn’t a good thing. Natsu seemed harmless enough, but the mention of torture made Gray’s hairs stand on end.

“Don’t worry,” Natsu reassured him before he could say anything. “I’m not gonna torture you. I mean, I couldn’t, even if I wanted to, ‘cause I don’t have a body. I mean, I can sort control you, so guess I could probably compel you to walk into traffic or something.” He must have felt Gray’s fear surge because he quickly added, “I wouldn’t! I promise.”

Gray didn’t say anything as he pulled out the tin of coffee from the cupboard and started measuring it into the machine. Now that he was awake, a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind. How had this happened? Did Lyon do this on purpose? If it was an accident, how was he going to reverse it? Would an exorcism work?  

“It might.” Natsu’s voice shoved its way to the forefront of Gray’s mind.

“You can hear my thoughts?”

“Mhmm.”

“Fuck.” Gray watched as his hand moved on its own and added one more scoop of coffee grounds to the machine. “Stop that.”

“Why?” Natsu’s voice was bright and playful. “It’s fun.”

“’cause it’s my body.” The coffee machine started to hiss and sputter. “And it feels weird.”

Natsu huffed but acquiesced and Gray was relieved when the sensation returned to his arm. He shook his hand out a few times, then slumped down on one of the stools next to the counter.

“Aren’t you gonna make breakfast?” Natsu asked. “Do you have bacon?”

“I’m not hungry,” Gray said again.

“Why are you lying?”

“I’m not.”

“You are. I’m literally inside of you, I can tell you’re hungry. Why don’t you want to eat?”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” Gray said. “This is weird enough without you bossing me around.” He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen, then swiped to his text conversation with Lyon.

Natsu was quiet for a few minutes while Gray attempted to compose a message. The only sound in the kitchen was the drip of the coffee machine, and Happy’s quiet meow from beside the pantry where he waited to be fed. Gray started and deleted a few messages, then set the phone back down on the counter and dropped his head into his hands, sighing.

“You’re really sad,” Natsu said quietly.

“No,” Gray said, “I’m frustrated.”

“I don’t mean right now,” Natsu said. “I mean just… in general.” Gray felt a strange tugging sensation in the back of his mind. “It’s kind of a mess in here.”

“Stop looking through my brain!” Gray stood up and shook his head as if he could dislodge Natsu from his mind. “I’m fine. I’m just not hungry, is that a fucking crime?”

“When was the last time you ate?”

“None of your goddamn business.” Gray could feel heat rising in his cheeks as he ran his hands through his hair. “Leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

Gray stared across the room at his reflection in the microwave. The shadow of Natsu stood behind him with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look angry, though, just concerned. Gray hated it. The last thing he needed was someone poking around in his brain – even if that someone was unfairly attractive, and, despite being a demon, actually kind of nice.

“How do I get rid of you?”

“I don’t know.” There was a note of hurt in Natsu’s voice as he disappeared from the reflection. Gray could still hear him, though, when he added, “Ask your warlock friend.”

“He’s not my friend,” Gray said, glaring at his phone. “He’s my brother. And he’s a fucking idiot.”

[missdawnandherdusk]

Begin Again

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four

Summary: Defeated and betrayed you don’t know what to do. And you don’t do anything... Draco does. 

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I ran.

I fled Down to Hagrid’s and seeing the tears on my face and the pain in my eyes, Hermione, Ron and Harry all ushered me into Hagrid’s hut.

“What happened?” They all demanded.

“It was Malfoy,” Harry spat. “He’s not here. He did this,” He hissed, pacing.

I yearned to shake my head and prove him wrong. To say that Malfoy didn’t do this, but I couldn’t. I hid my face in my hands and sank into one of the oversized chairs around me, panic running through my system.

“You two go back out,” Hermione said calmly. 

“What!? No!” They both protested.

“She needs to talk about what happened and she’s not going to do it when you two are yelling at her about the one who made her cry!” Hermione spat venomously. “Now out!”

Neither of them was going to argue with Hermione then. She and I remained in the cozy warm hut.

“What happened?” She asked softly, kneeling down beside me.

“I... I’m so confused, Hermione. I know there’s good in him. I know that. I just... I’m terrified that I won’t be enough...”

“What happened,” She asked again, placing a blanket around my shoulders. “Start with leaving study hall.”

I recounted the events in Snape’s office, my heart falling when I had to think about it again. The feeling of unwantedness washed through me.

“You’re not in trouble though?”

I shook my head.

“Then Pansy... I don’t know what... She went off on me, called me...” I shook my head again in denial. “I went to walk away, and she cast a spell,”

“Oh no,” Hermione gasped, checking me over for the side effects.

“No, no... he was there! He... protected me! He stood between Pansy and me!” I cried, my face falling back into my hands. “Then he started to leave... we threw accusations at each other... I told him I was tired of fighting... the feud... and I ran,” I took a deep breath. “I ran away from a fight. Some courage I have.”

“He protected you?” Hermione didn’t believe it, and neither would I unless I was there. I nodded.

Quietness fell over the hut save the crackling of the fire, though the fire was barely lit, only glowing embers remained. They held my attention.

_______________________

Can’t you see that?

The question rang in his head over and over as he stalked down to class. He knew the answer to the question, and he wished that it didn’t take him so long to figure it out.

Yes, he could see that you didn’t want to fight. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself.

Of course, he saw that you didn’t want to fight. Your demeanor had changed so much in the past few weeks. You seemed to be enjoying the quips that the two of you shared, but in the quiet moments—like the one in the hall the other night—you looked tired. In the moments that the two of you were alone, the fight against him was gone. In its place remained what he saw when you spoke to others—boldness, and warmth.

He couldn’t ignore the hurt in your voice as you accused him of trying to get you expelled. The betrayal, as if you didn’t expect it. He didn’t want to get you expelled. Not anymore. Not since you sent him the letter... Not since he asked his father to do it.

Then you called him a hero. The title that never applied to him. The title no one used to describe him, to describe everyone else but him. And you had done it—you saw him to be a hero for the simple act of putting Pansy back in her place.

When he got down to the field and Hagrid’s lesson, you weren’t there, but neither was the Golden Trio. Then he watched as Ron and Harry stormed out of Hagrid’s hut.

You must be in there then.

Harry’s eyes met his and he could feel the hatred in the stare. He wanted to shy away from it. He wanted to explain. He wanted to talk to you if he was going to be honest with himself.

There was no hope of that with Ron and Harry around though. Perhaps Hermione would let him talk to you...

The lesson passed and you emerged as it ended, puffy eyed and looking defeated. He hated it. He hated that he did that to you. You didn’t look his way. You didn’t speak to him.

You hung your head, shoulders hunched, and walked back towards the school. And he watched you go.

For the first time, the chill of the air and the frostiness of the snow soaked him to his bones.

 _______________________________

I was quiet during the rest of my classes and through dinner. Neither the teachers nor other students seemed to bother me or comment on the fact, they just left me be.

And maybe it was nice. I slipped into a feeling of numbness. That was nice too. Not feeling anything, even for a short while.

Ron and Harry seemed ever absent despite the situation. However, when they saw... him at dinner, they both stood, ready at my defense. There must have been something in my eyes that made them sit back down and sulk.

I dared to look over at him. Our eyes met as they often did, but I turned away, breaking the connection.

I wrote a letter to my mother, explaining what happened and sealed it off along with my emotions. I wasn’t expecting an answer back, so I started to comb through my Potions notes again and read through the lesson that I had missed in Creatures today.

A few minutes—maybe hours—later there was a tapping at my window. Half-expecting Penelope, I opened the window where there was a barn owl sitting, waiting with a note. I took the parchment and apologized for not having any food, and the owl chirped and flew off.

Staring at the parchment in my hands I had a good idea of who it was from. Not knowing what to do, I headed down to the common room, trying to find Hermione. The common room was empty.

Sighing, I threw on an oversized sweater and some socks as I padded down the cold halls of Hogwarts and to the library. I found Hermione and Krum together, laughing and looking at the same book.

Hermione caught my eye and sobered up quickly.

“Is everything okay?” She asked standing.

Wordlessly, I held up the letter. She came over and took it from my hands.

“I haven’t opened it. But I know it’s from him...” I whispered the confession as I wrapped my arms around myself. “I don’t know what to do,”

“Iz everything alroght?” Krum came up beside Hermione. “Are zu alroght Miz Y/n?”

I nodded and gave a weak smile.

“Give us a minute?” Hermione smiled sweetly and took my arm leading me into the hall.

She opened the letter, skimming it over, a smile growing on her face as she read it through. I fidgeted, wanting to know why she had reacted that way. She offered me the letter.

“Read it and go find him,” Hermione smiled as she headed back into the library. I frowned and my eyes started to read: ~ Y/n,

I told my father a month ago that I wanted you expelled, before...

I don’t want you gone. Not really. You push me to be a better wizard and student and I need someone like you around.

I’m sorry that I was such an asshole to you. I’m sorry that I didn’t see that you didn’t want to fight sooner. I’m sorry about what Pansy said. You’re a great wizard and an honorable pure blood.

I’ve never told anyone anything like this ever and I have no idea if I’m doing this right. 

Please don’t give up on me,

Your hero, Draco

~

My fingers ran over the perfect script that wobbled here and there in uncertainty. Tears sprung in my eyes as I read it over and over. The words dove deep into my heart, igniting my spark again. I wasn’t numb, I was hopeful. I was smiling.

Hermione was right, I had to find him. But how?

Harry’s map.

I raced back to the Gryffindor Tower, but before I could get to the right staircase, my need for the map vanished. In my haste I had knocked us both over so that we were a heap on the floor.

“Draco,” I gasped, smiling.

“Y/n?” He seemed surprised. “You’re smiling again,” Confusion colored his tone. 

“Yeah,” I nodded, “Some guy wrote me a really sweet letter...” I trailed off.

“Is it the guy you wrote to your mom about?” He seemed disgruntled as we both struggled to stand. “Heard Ron talking about you liking someone,” he explained. “Must have seen how upset you were today...”

“Yeah,” I righted my sweater and ran a hand through my hair. “He did notice,”

“Well, I’m... glad that someone here knows how to make you happy,” He scoffed, defensive.

“I got your letter too,” I nudged his shoulder—he dressed about the same as me, sweater and sweats with the Slytherin logo on them.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t see it, that was obvious. He wasn’t connecting the dots. I had told him that I had written to my mother about him. Couldn’t he see that they were all about him?

“Draco—” I started and stopped. “You’re smart, you’ll figure out who,” Was all I could say as I headed up to the Gryffindor Tower. “Tell me when you figure it out!” I called over my shoulder.

____________________

Draco gaped at you as you went up to your dorm. You must have gotten another letter from your secret admirer that made you happy. That erased what he had done to you and made you happy again.

So why in the world would you want him to tell you when he figured out who it was?

He sulked back to his room, determined to burn the letter that you had sent him. You didn’t need him. You had someone else to pick you up again, to make you smile. Someone else who was more worthy of your time and effort than him. Maybe it was Krum after all...

Taking your letter in his hands, he looked over it one last time as he went over to the fireplace in his dorm room.

You’re smart, you’ll figure out who, your voice was soft and gentle in his mind.

What did you mean by that? Why had you gone back to being cryptic again? After he had just told you the truth... The first time he had ever written what he had truly felt, and you fell for someone else.

~

My mother sent me a letter. I spoke to her about you.... I don’t want to fight you. Not really.

~

The words of your letter seemed to float off the page and surrounded him as it fell into place. 

It was him.

You had told him already that it was him. He was the one that you sent a letter to your mother about and the response that you talked to Ron about—about some guy that you liked. It was his letter that you called sweet and that made you smile again. He was the one who noticed and the one you had chosen.

Why you didn’t just tell him that...

But that wasn’t you was it? You always pushed him to figure things out on his own. 

He gripped your letter in his hands as a smile broke out across his face.

You had chosen him after all.

.

.

Part 6

[daydreaming-everyday]

Snow and Fur

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Happy New Year to @itstrulyastrangerthing! You were my giftee for the @sincerely-us winter gift exchange! I had such a fun time painting the fanart above and writing the fanfic below. I adored your first prompt, but you will find a little bit of your second prompt in the fic. I hope you enjoy, and may the new year bring you good things! <3

Quick Disclaimer: This is an AU where Connor is still alive, and there is healthy Bandtrees!

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Evan fumbled with his hands. A mix of excitement and nervousness sat inside of him.

When Zoe brought the idea of adopting a dog to him one day, he thought it was perfect. The two had more than enough time to take care of one with the holiday season. Though Evan never had any experience with pets, Zoe recalled having a golden retriever, Sadie, in her childhood.

“Excited?” Zoe asks, remaining her focus on driving. The roads were a little icy in the late December weather.

Evan nods, “A little scared, but I’m excited.”

Zoe pulls into the parking lot of the animal shelter. The cold wind welcomed Evan’s face and lungs when he opened the car door, sending a chill down his spine.

Zoe intertwines her fingers into Evan’s hand.

“You ready?”

Evan looks at Zoe’s face. She gave him a subtle, reassuring smile. It was almost as her calm demeanor was seeping through her fingertips, transferring it to Evan’s hand.

Evan squeezed her hand tighter, nodding.

The shelter had a thick odar hanging in the air when the couple walked in. A lady greeted them, and Zoe explained what they were looking for. She led them to an array of dog kennels. Each dog they looked at, the lady told them their story.

Zoe looked up at Evan each time. What do you think?

Let’s keep looking. Evan would reply by shaking his head.

Soon, a dog finally caught Evan’s eyes.

A smaller dog sat in the corner of the cage. It’s back was to them, so all you could see was it’s thin light brown coat.

“This is Buddy,” the kennel lady explained to him, “six years old. We aren’t quite sure what breed he is, but we believe he is part corgi and part beagle.”

“How did he end up here?” Evan asked.

“Previous family abandoned him when he got older. They preferred cuter puppies, and traded him for a much younger, purebred dog.”

Evan’s heart ached for the dog, even feeling a little sympathy. His own father left, and traded him and his mom for another family. Evan remembered feeling hurt because of it.

Evan knew exactly what Buddy needed.

“Buddy barely moves though,” the kennel lady says, “there are more dogs over here.”

“Um… could I try to…?”

The kennel lady shrugs before unlocking the cage.

Evan slowly enters the cage. Buddy turned his head slightly, looking at Evan. Evan noticed he had amber eyes.

Evan crouched down. He extended his hand outwards, towards Buddy. The dog slowly, and cautiously, stood up, and began to approach Evan. Buddy extended his muzzle to his hand, sniffing Evan’s fingers.

Buddy inched closer. Evan slowly lowered his hand on Buddy’s back. Buddy tensed at Evan’s touch. The dog looked at Evan, and Evan worried he startled Buddy. However, Buddy relaxed, and melted in his touch.

“Well would you look at that,” the kennel lady said, “Buddy usually doesn’t like to be touched by others.”

Evan looks at Zoe, who is smiling at him.

“Can we get this one?” Evan asks.

“I don’t think we have a choice.”

-

Evan was getting used to having a dog around their apartment, and Buddy was used to having a home.

“You two look comfy,” Zoe smiles, holding two mugs of hot chocolate in her hands. Both mugs visibly had tall whipped cream dollops, and were sprinkled with crushed peppermint candy canes.

Evan was on the couch, Buddy on his lap. They were wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, and Buddy was enjoying the gentle scratches Evan was giving him.

Buddy had started to be relaxed when Evan or Zoe had touched him. The dog had let it’s guard down to them, and was more and more cheerful each coming day.

“Come join us,” Evan patted the spot next to him.

“Hold on, I need a photo of my two favorite boys,” Zoe pulls out her phone, setting the hot chocolate on the nearby coffee table.

Though Evan was usually camera shy, he gave Zoe a huge, goofy smile, making Zoe laugh as she snapped the photo. She then sits next to Evan on the couch. Evan wraps her some of his blanket.

“This may be my new favorite photo,” Zoe comments, “look how cute you both are.”

Evan blushes as Zoe puts her phone away. She reaches over to Evan’s lap, stroking Buddy’s fur. Buddy licks her wrist in return.

“Are we ready to start movie night?” Evan asks, sipping his drink.

“Yep,” Zoe says, popping open a fresh bag of plain popcorn. Buddy looked at Zoe, eyeing the snack. Zoe passed him a kernel. Buddy graciously accepted the treat.

“Zoe!”

“Relax,” Zoe says, “it’s not going to hurt him. Connor and I used to feed our old dog popcorn all the time.”

Evan could imagine Zoe and Connor as children, taking turns to feed Sadie handfuls of popcorn. He could also imagine Cynthia reminding them to stop feeding their dog (of course, they wouldn’t listen).

“Okay. What type of movie do you want to watch?” Evan asks, clicking the remote, scrolling through different genres.

They decided on a dog movie. It seemed fitting, since Buddy was in their arms to watch it. As Evan clicked ‘play,’ he curled into Zoe’s side.

“This is the best way to beat the cold,” Evan says, taking in the warmth of Zoe’s body.

“I’d have to agree.”

-

“He looks ridiculous.”

“Everyone needs to be bundled up,” Evan says, picking up Buddy, “including pets.”

Evan had dressed Buddy in a thick winter coat. Booties were on each of his paws, and the outfit was topped with a knitted dog hat.

“Besides, I think he is rocking the outfit,” Evan jokes.

Zoe hooks the dog leash to Buddy’s collar, “Whatever you say dear. You ready for a walk Bud?!”

Buddy wagged his tail, and began to pant excitly.

“Before we go, one more person has to put on some winter clothes,” Evan eyes Zoe.

“I’m wearing a coat!” Zoe exclaims, “and it’s just a walk.”

Evan grabs a scarf and hat, “It’s still twenty degrees outside. We don’t want mommy to be cold, right Buddy?”

Buddy barks in reply.

“Fine,” Zoe allows Evan to wrap her scarf around her neck, and slip her hat on her head. Once he’s done, he gives Zoe a quick kiss on the cheek.

Just as Evan is about to open the door, Zoe grabs his hand, pulling him closer to her.

“You missed,” Zoe smirks.

Evan closes his eyes, and leans into Zoe, pressing his lips to hers. Zoe’s hands wrap around the bare spots of his neck that his scarf did not cover. Evan a breath hitches at the touch, and he wraps his arms around her lower back.

A yip interrupted them. Zoe and Evan break apart. Buddy was patiently sitting on the floor, looking utterly betrayed. Zoe and Evan blush and giggle.

Zoe gives Evan one last kiss before opening the door, the cool air welcoming their faces. Buddy quickly jumped outside, hopping into the fresh, fluffy snow from the previous night. He rolled around until snow covered his muzzle.

Buddy led the way during the walk, eager to look at everything ahead of him. Evan had his arm linked to Zoe’s, admiring the winter wonderland in front of them. Dark pine trees were coated with snow. The sky was blue, and not it’s normal grey. The sun was brightly shining on their faces, and snowflakes were lazily descending from the sky.

“The weather is nice,” Evan says.

Zoe nods, “Buddy is enjoying it.”

Buddy was attempting to catch falling snowflakes into his mouth. Evan and Zoe giggled.

The only downside to the winter weather is that when snow mixes with a dirt road, then it becomes muddy. Mud puddles were formed all over the road they were walking on.

Unfortunately, Buddy jumped right into a puddle.

Evan and Zoe gasped, but Buddy loved it. He rolled around and splashed in the sticky dirt.

Evan lifted him up, holding him arms length out. Buddy was smiling as mud was dripping off him.

“Looks like someone will need a bath.”

-

Zoe carefully lowered Buddy into their bathtub. Buddy had a look of fear on his face. When Zoe mentioned that he needed a bath, Buddy did whatever it took to avoid it.

Even if it meant trailing mud into their apartment.

“See Bud? It’s okay,” Zoe says once his paws dipped into the water.

Buddy splashed the water, still uneasy.

“I cleaned up all the mud,” Evan enters the bathroom, “how are things going in here?”

“I’m just trying to get Buddy to calm down.”

Evan sits next to Zoe. He reaches his hand over to Buddy, scratching his ears. Buddy was still tense as Zoe gently set him down.

“See? Not that bad,” Evan assures the dog.

Zoe squirts dog shampoo into her hand. She allows Buddy to smell it before applying it, lightly massaging it into his fur. The soap helped the mud slip off with ease. Buddy became more relaxed with Evan’s presence and Zoe’s gentle motions.

“The warm water must feel nice after being in the cold,” Evan says, helping Zoe rinse the soap off.

Zoe wiggles her eyebrows, “What if we did this once we finish cleaning Buddy up?”

“I like the way you think.”

A mist of water droplets hit the couple as Buddy began to shake himself dry. The two turn to each other, before laughing.

“Guess he already showered us off,” Zoe chuckles.

Evan reaches for a soft towel, and Zoe lifts Buddy out of the tub. Evan dries the dog off before wrapping him up.

-

Evan was thankful that the cafe allowed dogs.

“You ready to see mommy perform?” Evan cooed, holding Buddy in one arm, and a bouquet of lavender and carnation flowers in another.

Zoe had gotten a gig to perform at a winter event at a local cafe. Evan was ecstatic to watch her perform (despite listening to her practice a couple times).

Evan finds an open table. A waiter comes by to ask him what he would like, and he just orders a tea.

The show began, and numerous small and local musicians arrived on stage, each singing a song, and playing many different types of instruments.

When it was Zoe’s turn to arrive on the stage, Evan’s heart sprang with excitement. As Zoe got her acoustic guitar tuned, her eyes traced around the crowd until they found Evan and Buddy. Once she did, Evan moved Buddy’s paw to make it look like he was waving at her. A smile appeared on Zoe’s face.

Zoe began to straighten up, and took in a deep breath. She began to strike the first chords of White Winter Hymnal. She began to sing softly and smoothly.

“I was following

I was following

I was following

I was following

I was following the pack

All swallowed in their coats

With scarves of red tied ‘round their throats

To keep their little heads

From falling in the snow

And I turned ‘round and there you go

And Michael you would fall

And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.”

Zoe stopped singing, still strumming her guitar. The guitar produced a soft, warm sound. She hummed along to the song. Evan closed his eyes, enjoying just the sound of her voice and guitar.

Zoe repeated the chorus a couple more times before finishing the song. The audience, including Evan, clapped for Zoe. Buddy began to howl, cheering on Zoe. The audience chuckled.

Zoe grinned before exiting the stage, allowing the next performer to take the stage. Evan left his seat, following Zoe behind the stage.

She beamed at Evan when he approached her.

“Amazing job! You sounded… gorgeous,” Evan compliments.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

“Buddy also thought you sounded amazing,” Evan states.

Zoe holds her arms out, and Evan places Buddy in them. Buddy nuzzled into Zoe’s chest.

“I also got you these,” Evan displays the flowers to Zoe.

“Thanks Ev,” Zoe leans to him, and Evan pulls her into a hug.

“Do you think you can sing for us again tonight?”

“Always for you two.”

-

“Evan! How does Buddy look?”

Evan adjusted his tie as he looked over at Buddy, who was in Zoe’s arms. He wore a sparkly black bow tie. Evan and Zoe were planning to take him to the Murphys’ annual New Year’s Eve party. He would be able to meet Cynthia, Larry, Connor, Heidi, and their friends.

“Awwww, he looks so handsome,” Evan pet Buddy’s head.

“I tried putting the rest of his tuxedo on, but someone wasn’t cooperating,” Zoe says.

Buddy gives them a guilty look. Evan laughs.

“I think he looks amazing,” Evan says, “and so do you.”

“It isn’t too flashy, is it?” Zoe asked.

She wore a black top with a metallic gold skirt. It matched Evan’s black suit and gold tie.

“Nope. You look perfect. Don’t you agree Buddy?”

Buddy licks Zoe’s face.

“Thanks Bud,” Zoe presses a kiss to Buddy’s head.

“Could I get one?” Evan smirks.

“Buddy, could you give daddy a kiss?” Zoe teases, reaching the dog towards Evan.

“Zoeeeee,” Evan whines, giggling as Buddy licks his face as well.

Zoe playfully sticks out her tongue before kissing his cheek. Zoe sets Buddy down. Zoe noticed her phones started to buzz on the table. She picked it up. There were numerous different texts from her mom.

Cynthia: Are you and Evan coming?

Cynthia: The party has already started.

Zoe looked at the time. They were thirty minutes past the time they were supposed to arrive.

“Hey Evan.”

“Hm?” Evan asks as he combs his hair.

“We were supposed to be at my parent’s house thirty minutes ago.”

Evan stops, “I knew we shouldn’t have waited for Buddy to wake up.”

“In my defense, he was sleeping on my lap. What was I supposed to do, move and wake him up?”

“Fair point.”

-

“There you two are!” Cynthia scolds Zoe and Evan when they walk into the Murphy house, wearing a dark dress and holding a wine glass in tack, “what took you two so long?”

Before Zoe can explain, Cynthia sees Buddy in her arms.

“Did you guys get a dog?!”

“Mom, meet Buddy!” Zoe says.

“Well aren’t you the cutest!” Cynthia gushes over Buddy. Zoe sets Buddy onto the ground. He sniffs Cynthia curiously before allowing Cynthia to touch him. He curled up against Cynthia’s touch.

“He’s also such a sweetheart!” Cynthia coos.

Cynthia calls for everyone. At the moment Cynthia said the word “dog,” everyone quickly rushed to see. The moment eyes were laid on Buddy, he was all anyone could rave about.

-

“I think he’s enjoying the attention,” Evan chuckles.

Jared, Alana, and Connor were crouched on the ground. Jared got the brilliant idea of using his tie for a game of tug of war. Alana and Connor were cheering Buddy on as he pulled the tie, determined to win. Earlier, Larry slid small pieces of chicken for Buddy under the table during dinner, and Cynthia and Heidi had been showering him with belly rubs and kisses throughout the night. No one even noticed when midnight hit the clock. All eyes were on Buddy.

Evan and Zoe were sitting on the couch, watching Buddy like proud parents.

“He’s the star of the show,” Zoe agrees.

“I’m glad we adopted him,” Evan says, resting his head on Zoe’s shoulder, “he makes everyone happy. He makes me happy.”

“He makes me happy too,” Zoe plants a kiss to his forehead, returning her focus to Buddy, who tore the tie out of Jared’s hands. Alana scooped the dog in her arms as Jared claimed he let the dog win.

Evan smiled, closing his eyes. He wanted to savor this moment forever.

[vangoghmusings]

pairing: @melanimed​ x izuku midoriya

college au

genre: 18+ nsfw

word count: 1.1k

a/n: its that time of year with lots of hectic paper writring and extreme college stress, i hope this art trade brightens things up for you tay! 

A frustrated groan escaped Tay’s lips as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. She had been working on this essay all weekend and it was beginning to take an emotional toll on her. She sighed and looked back at the dimly lit screen, almost done with the paper. She was so close, but still felt as if it wasn’t the best work she could give. Rubbing her arms anxiously, she continued to stare blankly at the screen as tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t help but feel like she was letting everyone, including herself down. She had stretched herself far too thin this time and it was becoming too much to bear. Hearing soft footsteps, Tay turned to see her green haired boyfriend standing by the door.  

“Taylor,” He said softly with a frown. Izuku hated seeing her like this. He knew she over worked herself constantly, but this semester seemed to be an extreme. He stepped towards her and gently rubbed his thumb on her cheek, wiping away the light tears. “How much is left to write?”  

“Just the conclusion,” She mumbled looking up at him.  

“And when is it due?”  

“By noon tomorrow.”  

Izuku nodded and turned to look at her laptop screen. He was always so impressed by his girlfriend’s writing; she was incredibly talented and didn’t give herself nearly enough credit.  

“Let's take a break.”  

Tay shook her head, Izuku’s hand falling from her face.  

“N-no, I want to finish it tonight, I’m almost done.”  

“I know baby, but you need to take care of yourself too.”  

Taylor turned back to her laptop and let her fingers hover over the keyboard, unsure of what to write next. Izuku rolled his eyes at his ever-persistent lover and pulled up a chair to sit beside her. She soon began to type, and he rested his head on her shoulder. When she paid him no mind and continued typing, he began to place light kisses on her neck. Taylor appeared to hesitate when typing her next sentence, clearly flattering under his affections. Izuku smiled and applied more pressure into his kisses, beginning to suck against her skin. Taylor let out a happy sigh, causing Izuku to smirk against her. He pulled away, leaving a subtle bruise. With his thumb, he rubbed it gently before pressing down on it, causing Tay to elicit at small moan. Izuku raised his brow, watching as she bit her lip. She turned to him shyly.  

“I guess I could take a break...”  

“Good girl,” Izuku purred, cupping her face in his hand and pulling her in for a kiss. Tay melted at his touch and he swiftly picked her up, carrying her to the bedroom of their apartment, kiss still intact. He laid her down on her back, flush against the immense number of blankets and pillows that covered their bed. He trailed kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, her fingers quickly tangling in his hair. With ease, he slipped her shirt off, rubbing his calloused hands against her sides.  

“You work so hard, too hard,” He pouted, pressing loving kisses against the skin of her chest and tummy. “Let me take care of you baby.” Taylor smiled at Izuku’s loving remarks and nodded. He gave her a grin, a hint of lust in his eyes at his gorgeous girl in front of him. He pressed another firm kiss against her lips and hooked his fingers in the hem of her shorts, pulling them down. He kneeled on the floor at the edge of his bed, as if to say a prayer- he practically way, he loved praising Taylor with his head between her thighs. With strong arms, her pulled her towards him, laying hot kisses against her folds. The contact made her breath hitch, her fingers running through Izuku’s soft locks. He put two of his fingers in his mouth, soaking them in his saliva before taking them and spreading her open. He moaned at the sight, her pussy clenching against nothing, eager to be filled.  

“My baby has such a pretty pussy,” He said dreamily, humming the words like a prayer. Heat ran to Tay’s face as Izuku’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, running one long languid lick against her heat, not once breaking eye contact. “Mm, and you taste so good too, such a good girl already being wet for me,” He said pulling away, his lips covered in the sheen of her arousal. Before Tay could comment, Izuku shoved his face back in between her thighs, his lips attaching to her clit and sucking harshly. A moan ripped through Tay at the unexpected pleasure rushing through the bundle of nerves. Izuku smirked against her and began to fuck her quickly with his tongue. If there was one thing Izuku always longed for, it was for Tay to sit on his face for hours, coming hard just by his expert tongue. Tay whimpered, grinding herself against his tongue.  

“C-close, ‘Zuku,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering shut at her impending orgasm. With one final harsh suck to her clit, her vision went white with pleasure, crashing down onto his mouth. After a few moments of letting her ride out her high, he pulled away covered in her slick. He wiped off on the back of his hand, only to lick it up. Tay giggled as he shot her a goofy wink. He stood up and cupped her face, kissing her lovingly.  

“I love you so much Tay,” He said before wrapping her in his toned arms, hugging her tightly.  

“I love you too Izuku,” She hummed in his ear. He smiled and pressed a kiss on her cheek. And then another. And another- covering her face in loving pecks until she was a giggling mess. Izuku grinned, his freckled cheeks blushing in admiration for the girl he loved so much.  

“Once you finish your paper, I’ll be sure to reward you even more,” He said while brushing her curls from her face. Tay’s eyes lit up at the statement and she quickly ran back to her small office, Izuku laughing and chasing after her. “Okay at least finish up with clothes on!” Tay laughed and quickly got back to typing, a sudden burst of motivation running through her. Izuku chuckled and covered her up in a fuzzy blanket before placing a kiss on her head.

“I’m making hot cocoa; would you like some?”  

“Yes please!” Tay nodded, not once looking away from her screen.  

Izuku smiled softly and walked into the kitchen, his heart blooming with adoration for the girl typing away. As he mixed the hot cocoa mix with the milk, he recalled the diamond ring sitting inside his bedside drawer. She was so perfect and he wanted to make sure the moment would be too- and now it seemed like it was due time he asked her.  

[phobiadeficient]

Hey! First of all tell ya that holyfcknshit your writing gives me life! Like, ugh, youre my fckn fave writer!!! Aaaand this is my first request!: Transboy!Scout x Sniper x Demo! Maybe a little hurt/comfort centered on Scout? I just rlly love this three guys together!! Anything with them makes me happy! And your writing with this ship? Ugh ill be in heaven!! You dont have to do it if u dont like or arent comfy with it, tho! Thanks for letting us read your wonderful works!!

can you imagine being scout tf2 in this situation? “yeah im getting a little dysphoria guess i’ll talk to my two hot boyfriends abt it” like can you Imagine

(warnings for discussion of dysphoria and non-graphic PIV sex, i understand that not all trans men are comfortable with that but when i headcanon scout as trans i also tend to headcanon him not being particularly prone to most kinds of body dysphoria and having a generally positive self-image overall. just wanted to be clear on that)

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Overall, Scout felt pretty nice. With his two guys, fresh off of dinner and just a little bit buzzed, squished between the two of them all cozy and stuff, and Sniper was playing with his hair and Demo was telling some story about a dumb kid he knew in school and stuff was overall just real nice.

And of course his stupid brain had to come along and ruin it by making him think about sad shit.

They were in Demo’s room since he was the only one of them who was smart enough to get a big mattress. Scout had Sniper’s arm just sort of thrown over across him, he and Demo’s hands intertwined on Scout’s stomach, and he just kinda looked at them for a minute. He thought it was kinda neat just seeing all the little details there, how Demo kept his hands cleaner but his nails were longer, Sniper’s clipped way short but still just a bit dusty. Or maybe that was just his callouses and some weird tanning sort of thing going on, who could say? Demo’s hands always kind of ran warm, and Sniper’s always kind of ran chilly, and Scout would go way warm or cold depending on the day, super susceptible to temperature because he was such a skinny little fuck.

Maybe that’s what he was staring about. Looking at their arms, it was made all the more clear how much scrawnier Scout was. It wasn’t even like Sniper was a particularly buff guy, he could be described as “in-shape” at best, but he was still just... bigger than Scout.

And the other thing, he realized, was that man, Demo and Sniper were both pretty fuzzy dudes. Hair on their arms and legs and all across their chests, Demo with a pretty nice beard and Sniper with almost a beard on accident.

Wham, just like that, like a bat to the temple, self-consciousness, self-doubt. Because that was just one of those little tiny things that Scout would get super insecure about all the goddamn time. Just the little tiny differences. Like the slightly different jaw, the slightly longer eyelashes, the slightly different build. And Scout was lucky, he knew that, because he was tall, and he knew how to work out to build his muscles so he could pass pretty easily in that regard, and his chest wasn’t anything to brag about to start with let alone when he started binding.

But the lack of facial hair, and the hair everywhere else on his body being kind of pale and nothing, and his scrawnier arms, it just...

He exhaled slowly, letting his eyes fall closed. Okay, he needed to slow down and take a breath. Here he was, squished between his two favorite guys on the planet, and who just so happened to be willing to date him and sleep with him on a regular basis, and who were also really hot, and he was getting all up in his own head over nothing. It was dumb. He needed to quit it.

But his brain kept cycling him through it, again and again, and it was Sniper who eventually pulled him out of it.

At some point he’d started playing with the hair on Sniper’s arm, just sort of fiddling, pushing his fingertips across his forearm idly, and Sniper tilted his head to watch him do so. That made Scout suddenly aware that he was doing it, and he faltered for a second, but he continued anyways, even as it made his thoughts a little harder to ignore when doing it consciously.

“One day, love,” Sniper said quietly, and Scout looked up at him, a little wide-eyed with surprise. Sniper smiled a little. “You’ve been doing that for about twenty minutes and staring off into space like you’re waiting for your spouse to come back from the war, love, it was a pretty easy guess to make,” he elaborated.

Scout looked back down and away. Chewed on his lip and his words.

“Is it, like,” Scout started, and had to pause for a second to think of how to word it right. “Is it ever,

y’know, weird? How I’m all... smooth and stuff? And not fuzzy like you guys?”

“Not particularly,” Demo shrugged, the shift minute since Scout could feel it. “Not a big difference.”

“I’ve met plenty of blokes who shave or wax anyways to look nice for other blokes, you’re a good few steps more hairy than them,” Sniper added.

Scout nodded slowly. “...And the... you’ve already said all the other stuff isn’t weird,” he said carefully.

“Aye,” Demo agreed.

Scout was quiet again for a few seconds.

Sniper stopped playing with his hair and removed his hand entirely, and Scout went to complain about it, but was surprised into staying quiet by Sniper rolling to prop himself up over Scout, looking down at him. “Love, are we not telling you enough how handsome you are?” Sniper teased.

Scout flushed. “You tell me plenty,” he mumbled, glancing off.

Sniper took hold of his chin and tilted him back to face him, mouth very very close to his own. “Could tell you more.”

“Could show you more,” Demo agreed, finding a place to wrap his arm over around Scout, kissing at the space under his ear and making him shiver lightly.

“I—guys, it’s fine,” he protested, but it was weak and halfhearted, because Sniper promptly moved to the other side of his neck to nip and kiss, following Demo’s lead. “I-I-I don’t need the... the extra sort of, the...”

He kept trailing off as his breath caught, the two of them being extremely distracting when they wanted to be. He jumped lightly when Demo pinched him lightly on the side, and heard the rumbly little chuckle of amusement that the motion got him.

They finished off getting him properly distracted, Demo parting with one last hard kiss on the lips, and then they were both just grinning down at him, leaving him there probably looking like a complete mess, spots on his neck surely starting to redden.

“Handsome,” Sniper observed simply.

“Gorgeous,” Demo agreed, and gave him another peck for good measure.

Scout’s face was on fire.

“...Well what are you gonna do about it?” he finally prompted impatiently, shifting a little.

Chuckles from both of them, and then they were in motion, starting to strip.

Scout took off his own briefs and the tank he used to bind when they were off work, and mostly just set to distracting Demo as the other tried to get out of his own clothes, much simpler than his uniform but more challenging when Scout was hanging off of him and kissing him absolutely silly.

Sniper pulled Scout off of Demo and back into his lap to free up Demo’s attention for a moment, and Scout’s breath caught as he felt a bare chest against his back and bare thighs under his own. Sniper kneaded at his thigh idly and tucked his head in to nose just under Scout’s ear and speak. “How d’you feel like doing this, love?” he asked softly, sentence punctuated by a little kiss. “Feels like it’s gonna be your night tonight, that sound right, Tavish?”

A sound of agreement from Demo as he struggled free of his shirt. Scout chewed on his lip and thought a little, shifting his weight back against Sniper and enjoying the way Sniper steadied him with arms wrapped around his waist, the hardness beneath him, situated in such a way that he had to really roll his hips down hard to apply any kind of real pressure and make Sniper exhale softly against his neck.

“I dunno, you could fuck me, maybe,” Scout suggested idly, rolling down against him again for emphasis.

Sniper considered that. “We got any rubbers, Tavish?” he asked, and Demo paused where he was pulling free of the last of his clothing, thinking.

“...Should,” he confirmed, moving to the bedside table to check, and coming up with a few foil squares a second later triumphantly.

“Alright then,” Sniper nodded, kissed at Scout’s neck some more. “Who d’you want for what then, love?”

“You fuck me, just like this, I suck Demo off,” Scout decided, eyeing up the bomb-maker in question as he joined them on the bed again, now naked and smiling a bit as he passed over the condoms to Sniper.

“Sounds good to me,” Demo agreed, and pulled Scout in with a hand on the back of his neck to kiss him, other hand drifting over his thigh and guiding him up into a kneeling position to give Sniper room.

Then there was a pair of fingers drifting along the inside of Scout’s thigh, moving between his legs to tease him for a few long moments before Sniper was slicking them up and slipping them inside with relative ease. Scout moaned softly against Demo’s mouth, earning a chuckle.

“Lovely thing,” Demo teased, both hands stroking over his thighs as they started to tremble under the force of Sniper’s fingers moving into and against him in throbbing waves, a skill afforded by experience he’d only gained since he’d gotten with Scout, but fuck, he’d really learned a lot in a short period of time, knew exactly what Scout liked, knew his tells, knew when he could add another finger, knew when he could pull his fingers out altogether and guide Scout back down into his lap carefully, carefully, and Scout was grateful that Demo had the foresight to get lubed condoms because the slide was so nice as he sank down.

Demo pulled back to let Scout moan and curse and make all sorts of noise, visibly admiring the show as Scout rolled and shifted his hips to try and find a good angle, Sniper muffling soft noises into his shoulder. A long few moments were spent with Scout trying desperately to get used to the feeling, only to be thrown off his rhythm as he found a good angle, then again as Sniper rolled his hips gently and the pressure shifted, then again as Demo pulled him back into a kiss.

“Gorgeous,” Sniper murmured against the top of his vertebrae, kissing there lightly, breathless. “Gorgeous thing.”

“You’re—“ Scout started to say, but it was cut off by a shaky sigh as Demo nipped at his bottom lip playfully, Sniper mirroring the motion against his backbone.

In no time at all, he was shifting his legs slightly to get comfortable and starting to move, a gentle up-and-down, barely exerting himself with how extremely fit he was, himself doing most of the work with Sniper rolling along when he could.

And Scout was lost in sensation for a little while, and Demo had been making himself busy lying a series of hickies all up one side of his neck, so he was a little surprised and largely pleased when he blinked his eyes open and saw that Demo had a hand around himself as he took in the view the two of them made. And once he realized that, Scout didn’t waste time nudging his hand aside to try and take over, and then he was being treated to the always-lovely experience of being caught between the two of them, all giving and taking pleasure as well as they could with their brains getting increasingly scrambled.

And Scout could vaguely remember having said something about sucking off Demo, but every time he tried to pull his hand away so they could readjust, Demo mumbled some vague complaint and urged him back into place again. And somewhere along the way Demo slid a hand down his stomach to toy with him in much the same way he was being toyed with, and then all motion was kicking up a notch—

Sniper was done first, surprisingly, swearing through gritted teeth, pulling out midway through as he shuddered through aftershocks that seemed to drag on and on. Scout gasped, and found himself desperate and just a little bit demanding. But man, he really did get lucky enough to find two guys who were real hot and pretty smart, because when Sniper had finally settled down a little Demo had already rolled on a condom and was urging Scout into his lap instead, and he exhaled with relief as he sank down again, mouth locking together with Demo’s as soon as he could get the breath for it, Demo working a hand back down between them to then work at Scout as best he could as the other lifted and rolled Scout with very little effort involved.

And at that point they were both worked along to the point where it barely took any time at all before Scout was trying to muffle himself into Demo’s neck—yes he got loud in bed, no he couldn’t help it, even if he tended to be the one the team then took potshots at over breakfast for being a noise complaint. And Demo was there too, swearing in a choked voice and breathing hard.

Actually, they both were breathing pretty hard. And Scout felt ever-so-slightly steamrolled and extremely pleased with himself and the state of the world around them. And he found himself playing with the abundance of hair across Demo’s chest as he came back down, melting into a nice little puddle  in his lap and humming, gone soft and relaxed.

“Handsome,” Demo quipped, kissing at the side of his head, and Scout couldn’t help but smile at the feeling of a beard rasping against his hair.

“Feeling better?” Sniper prompted, and Scout could only hum for a moment, still a little overwhelmed. That got a chuckle out of the both of them.

“Must’ve done something right, aye?” Demo asked, and Scout heard the two of them sharing a brief kiss over his shoulder, and that got him to grin all the more.

“You guys are the best,” Scout decided, mumbly but pleased.

A hum of agreement. “...Y’know that, er, thing you tend to do? Where I’ll be acting like an absolute bugger and mouthing off and you make me go eat lunch and then suddenly everything’s all better because I wasn’t in a bad mood, I was just hungry?” Sniper asked.

Scout hummed in agreement.

“Think this might be that for you,” Sniper concluded, smoothing hands down Scout’s sides, and Scout leaned into it. “A little attention and all’s right with the world, seems like.”

Demo cupped his chin and tilted his face up to kiss at his cheek, and Scout was sure he was grinning like a total dope, but he couldn’t help it. “More attention might be just what the doctor ordered,” he agreed. “That sound right to you, lad?”

Scout hummed in agreement, melting back forward into Demo’s chest again.

“Alright, lovely as you are you ought to get up so we can mop up, doll,” Demo urged, and helped shift Scout up and out of his lap gently. “Made a damn mess of you, would like to avoid ruining the sheets.”

“Shower?” Sniper asked, pulling Scout to his feet.

“Shower,” Scout agreed.

And maybe it was just that Scout had been a little pent-up and it was doing things to his head. Or maybe it was that the two of them were excellent at comforting him in any way he could when those doubts started to spring up. Either way, he found it really hard to be worried about something as simple as him being less hairy than your bog-standard guy off the street when he had Sniper playing and helping to wash his hair and Demo humming more gentle compliments into his ear and bickering quietly with Sniper over nothing important.

[etherealwaifgoddess]

You May Now Kiss the Bride, Again

Main Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A continuation in the What He Wants universe. After everything Bucky and you have been through together it’s finally your wedding day!

Warnings/ Content: Primarily wedding fluff! There is a bit of smut (and really good smut if I do say so myself) at the end, BUT I wanted this to be safe for everyone so there is a ** mark between paragraphs indicating the point of no return for smut. So, if you are not comfortable with it, just stop at the ** and you’ll still get to enjoy most of this story. If you are, then please enjoy ;)

Word Count: 5176

Author’s Note: Hello again lovelies! It’s wedding day!! Are you excited? I sure am! I knew I wanted to write this from the very start but didn’t want to rush their relationship along more than I already felt I did in What He Wants, so I decided to leave this bit to the one shots. I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. If you haven’t read the rest of the What He Wants series it isn’t super necessary but it will make this 1,000 times sweeter if you do. You can find the master list HERE if you want to check it out first.

Love you all & thank you for reading!! XOXO - Ash

You May Now Kiss the Bride, Again

“You’ve got to be shitting me, man.” Sam whines. 

Bucky laughs at Sam’s expression and moves his phone out of Poe’s reach as the puppy tries to lick the screen again. “Sorry, Sam. I know it’s short notice, but we’re done waiting.” 

You walk past Bucky who’s laying across your newly purchased sofa with Poe curled up on his stomach while he video chats with Sam. “Hi Sam!” You call out and give a quick wave in the background.

“Hey, Minnie.” Sam calls back to you. “But seriously, you two. Monday? You really think I can just pop down to Pennsylvania with two days notice? And where the hell am I even going? You two keep your place locked down tighter than Fort Nox.” 

“I’ll send you the coordinates, relax. And I already checked with Pepper when we invited her so I know damn well you don’t have anything on Monday that you can’t move to Tuesday. Our place is forty five minutes away by Quinjet and we only need you for a few hours in the afternoon.” 

“I’m just giving you a hard time, you know I’ll be there. But damn, man. That was fast.”

“We aren’t good at taking our time with things.” Bucky shrugs and shoots you a loving glance as you focus on making more room on the bookshelf for your haul from the library’s Spring book sale. You thought you were an avid reader but Bucky is even worse if that’s possible. You both keep saying you’ll switch to digital books and yet somehow nothing replaces the feel of a paperback in your hands. 

You had spent two months talking about what type of wedding you want and kept coming back to the same conclusion. Neither one of you want a big production, it isn’t about the day itself so much as the promise you’re making to one another. As annoyed as your friends are going to be, all you want is a quiet ceremony at the courthouse and then sometime in the summer you’ll go away for a few days somewhere tropical. No fancy party or lavish gifts, both would just make Bucky uncomfortable, defeating the point of celebrating. 

The whole plan had only come together a few days prior when you saw a cream colored lace dress at the mall. It was elegant in its simplicity and was exactly what you wanted for a wedding dress despite it being non traditional. Bucky had agreed and you bought it then and there. Once you had the dress you decided to just go for it and bought Bucky a new blue suit while you were out. Stopping at the courthouse to apply for the marriage license was just a quick side trip on your way home, and they had a Monday afternoon spot available for a civil ceremony which you took without hesitation. You gave the center a heads up you both would be out the following Monday, not revealing why, and the plans were finalized. It was blissfully easy and exactly what you both wanted. 

Sam continues giving Bucky a hard time for a few minutes until he’s won over by Poe’s antics and then it’s endless baby talk to the puppy which has you stifling your laughter from across the room. Sam confirms again that he’ll fly out with Pepper on Monday and Bucky looks quite pleased with himself when he comes over to pull you in for a quick kiss.

“Two days.” he says as you part. 

“No backing out now, Barnes.” you tease.

“You couldn’t drag me away. But that reminds me,” Bucky takes a steadying breath, “I know it’s a little old fashioned… and I don’t want you to feel pressured, because I love you no matter what…. Once we’re married, do you want to take my last name?” 

You’re shocked by his hesitation. Sure, it’s not a given any more that a woman will take her husband’s name but it’s still considered tradition to do so. You appreciate that he’s giving you the choice instead of assuming. “Hmm. Y/N Barnes. I think that has a nice ring to it.” 

“It sure does, doll.” 

“We can print the forms to make it official and have them ready to turn in when we go to the courthouse on Monday.” 

Bucky is practically beaming when he kisses you again. He’s ecstatic you’re willing to take his last name. He had tried not to get his hopes up, knowing it wasn’t a guarantee like it was back when he was young. But god did he ever want to give you his name. It’s old fashioned and almost primitive, the desire to claim you as his in every way but he doesn’t care. In two days time you’ll be his wife. It’s more than he could ever ask for after the life he’s lived and he can barely believe he’s getting a chance at happiness. 

The weekend flies by with no preparations being needed. It’s just you, Bucky, and Poe enjoying the mild Spring weather and new herd of lambs that were recently born. Poe is thrilled to have a few new fuzzy playmates and is careful not to nip at the lambs no matter how excited he gets. Bucky gets it in his head that you should write your own vows late on Saturday night and by Monday morning you’re revising yours for the fifth time. It’s hard to get out exactly what you want to say in a concise, cohesive way. Bucky is just as much of a perfectionist and you catch him scribbling away, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrates on what he’s doing. 

You nudge his coffee mug, getting his attention, “You okay?” you ask when he looks up.

“Yeah,” he nods, “Just trying to get this last bit right.” 

You let him go back to his scribbling, thinking yours could use a sixth round of editing just to be safe. 

Sam and Pepper fly out earlier than expected, arriving just after lunch. The Quinjet is soundless right up until the wind from the engines cause a rustling in the trees. Bucky takes Poe out to greet your guests and you finish cleaning up your dishes. It’s only a moment later that you hear Pepper’s heels on the stairs and the door of your apartment swinging open. “Oh my god I love it!” Pepper shrills looking around.

“Thanks, Pep. I’m glad you made it.” you dry your hands and pull the taller woman into a tight hug. 

“Of course I did, it’s your wedding day! And your apartment is so cute, very cozy. I can’t believe you don’t let people visit here.”

“Well you know, life of anonymity and all.” you shrug.

“Where’s the bride?” Sam calls on the way up the stairs with Bucky trailing behind him.

“Right here, birdman.” you tease. 

Sam scoops you up in a hug, swinging you about before he puts you back down. “Last chance to ditch this geezer and run off with Captain America.” he teases.

You laugh and shove him away lightly, “I think I’m good but thanks for the offer.”

Bucky pokes Sam in the arm with his left index finger, sending a command for the digit to release a small electrical shockwave. 

“Ow!” Sam yelps, rubbing his arm. “Since when can that thing do that?!” 

“Shuri upgrade.” he shrugs, “She thought it would be useful for disabling electronics. I’m thinking it’s more useful at keeping stray birds away.” 

Sam grumbles and takes a playful swing at Bucky who returns with a punch of his own. The two scrabble like little boys for a minute, leaving you and Pepper to dodge their antics and escape to the kitchen. 

You both get a little time with your friends before having to get ready for the wedding and it’s nice being able to catch up. Bucky gets changed first and you can hear him and Sam talking about something in low tones while you and Pepper plan what to do with your hair. 

“I’m coming out!” Bucky calls down the hall, “Avert your eyes!” 

You cup your hands over your eyes, “All set, come on down. Just hide in the kitchen ‘til I’m ready.” 

You hear Bucky and Sam walk through the living room to the kitchen and the telltale skidding of chair legs on the linoleum floor. 

“We’re good, come on.” Pepper ushers you down to your bedroom where she rifles through your makeup drawer looking for what she needs. You change into the pale dove grey lingerie that had just arrived the night before thanks to overnight shipping online. It’s delicate lace and silk, almost like wearing nothing at all and you can’t wait to see Bucky’s face when you undress for him later. You slip into your dress, letting Pepper help with the zipper in the back. It really is the perfect dress, you’re just as happy with it now as you were when you saw it on the rack last week. 

Pepper sits you down on the edge of the bed where she starts on your makeup, promising to keep it natural looking. She does a great job, as you expected. Pepper’s makeup is always flawless and you didn’t want to risk drawing your own thin stripe of eyeliner when your nerves have you trembling in your seat. She’s rimmed your eyes with soft kohl, bringing out their subtle undertones. Your lips are just a shade darker than their own natural rosy pink, and the flush on your cheeks is only partially from the blush. You still look like you, just a glossy, more polished version of yourself.

You decide not to try and do anything elaborate with your hair. Simply leaving it to flow freely down your back with just a gentle sweep of the sides held back by gold clasps. You add a pair of small pear drop earrings to finish off your outfit and look to Pepper for one last once over. “What do you think?” you ask her. 

Pepper sniffles into the tissue she has clasped in her hands, “You look like a bride.” she wipes at her eyes, frantically patting at them. “Oh damn it, I wasn’t going to cry.”

“It’s okay.” you tell her, “I think I’m ready to go see Bucky now.”

Pepper brings up the wedding march on her phone for dramatic effect and you laugh but go along with it. Bucky is waiting on the sofa and he jumps to his feet when he hears the music. You step into the hall and catch your first sight of Bucky in his new suit. You pause a moment, bracing yourself with a steadying breath before you walk slowly down the hall to the love of your life. Bucky’s eyes are shimmering with unshed tears, watching every move you make as you get closer and closer to him. You’re both shaking by the time you’re standing in front of him, holding back tears of joy. He’s beautiful in his new blue suit and crisp white dress shirt. The neck of his shirt is left unbuttoned and he didn’t bother with a tie. The result is mouthwateringly perfect. You’re happy to see he left his hair down, the soft brown waves falling around his shoulders and begging you to run your hands through them. So you do, letting the silky strands slip through your fingers like water. He gives you that shy half smile of his, ducking his head down a little, and your heart melts even more. How he can still be so hesitant and unsure of himself is beyond you but you will happily spend every moment of the rest of your life reminding him of how amazing he is. 

“Wow.” you say finally with a wavering smile. You're fighting off tears, not wanting to ruin Pepper’s work. 

Bucky nods, fighting off tears of his own. “Wow is right. How are you even real?” he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Smooth talker.” you tease. “You ready to go get married?” 

“Oh darlin’, I’ve been ready since I the moment I saw you in that crappy little bunker in Somalia.” 

“I recall you hating my guts that first day.”

“I didn’t hate you, I just didn’t like someone popping into my head without at least buying me dinner first.” 

“Good thing I brought you dinner later that night then, huh?”

“Yes, because that’s what sealed my love for you. Military ration chicken dinner.” 

You laugh along with him and give his chest a gentle shove. Pepper and Sam are standing back watching with twin smiles of pride on their faces. 

“You love birds ready to get this show on the road?” Sam asks. 

“Yeah, come on birdbrain. I’m driving.” Bucky tells him, taking your hand in his to lead you out the door.

The courthouse is busy for a Monday afternoon but you only have a short wait after you arrive until your time slot. The Justice of the Peace is a petite white haired woman with deep laugh lines and kind eyes. She talks with your group for a moment while the paperwork is all set up, getting to know you a little. If she’s surprised to be officiating the marriage of the former Winter Soldier she hides it well. “Everyone deserves happiness, dear.” She tells him quietly with a pat to his shoulder. 

Bucky looks like he might lose his composure at her kindness but he pulls it back together again when you give his hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Shall we then?” she asks motioning to the simple flower arch at the front of the room. 

“Let’s do it.” you say with a grin.

The ceremony is quick, she says a few words on marriage and love before giving you each the floor for your vows. You’re up first and you’re glad. You don’t know what Bucky’s going to say but the odds of you making it through your own vows when you’re already crying are slim to none. 

“Bucky,” your voice trembles but you clear your throat and carry on, “I used to think I had everyone figured out because of my ability. But then I met you. You were a puzzle I just couldn’t find the right pieces for. I wanted to ignore you, to let you be, but there was something about you that kept drawing me in. I think I loved you a little even then. It was hard at first, to watch you go through so much, but seeing your progress has been incredible. It has been the honor of my lifetime watching you piece yourself back together into the wonderful, sweet, kind, caring man standing in front of me today. You deserve every single good thing that has ever happened to you and I will remind you of that every day for the rest of our lives. For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. You’re stuck with me now.” 

Everyone laughs lightly despite teary eyes and you bite your lip watching Bucky as he swallows past the golf ball sized lump that has formed in his throat, tears threatening behind his shining grey-blue eyes.

The Justice of the Peace motions for Bucky to begin and he nods a few times, taking a moment to compose himself. 

“I thought I lost my chance at a normal life when I fell off the train in ‘45.” he begins with a voice steadier than he feels, “My life turned into something unthinkable after that, and even after I got free I spent all my time just trying to keep my head above water. I never even dreamed I’d find someone who could love me, especially when I didn’t love myself most of the time. I guess I needed to sink before I could swim, and darlin’ you found me at the very bottom of the water. You brought me back up and gave me a life I couldn’t imagine having. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you but I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of you. I will protect you. I will cherish you. And more than anything else in this world, I will love you until my dying breath.” 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until Pepper discretely shoves a tissue in your hands. Bucky lost the battle with his own tears the second he stopped speaking and Sam hands him a tissue from his own pack. 

“I’m real sorry your honor.” Bucky apologizes earnestly,  “I know this is jumping ahead a little but I really need to kiss my girl right now.” he pulls you by your hands until you’re flush against him and he dips his head down to capture your tear softened lips with his own. It’s a chaste, comforting kiss and you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

“It’s quite alright, son.” the older woman assures him. She waits until you part again before she asks if you’re ready for the rings. 

“We actually don’t have rings just yet.” Bucky tells her bashfully, “It’s going to be a custom job and my mechanic / jeweler is in Wakanda at the moment.” he holds up his vibranium hand by way of explanation. 

“Oh! Quite right.” the Justice nods. “Let’s move on to the important part then.” she turns to you first, “Y/F/N Y/L/N, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and health, for richer and poorer, til death do you part?” 

“I do.” you say, more certain of this than anything else in your life. 

“And you, James Buchanan Barnes, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, til death do you part?”

“I do.” Bucky confirms.

“Well then, by the power vested in me by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride, again.” 

Bucky chuckles and slides his right hand along your cheek to pull you in for your first kiss as husband and wife. Sam lets out a whoop while Pepper claps frantically and the people waiting in the back of the room join in the clapping. It’s a perfect moment, one you’ll remember forever. Bucky leads you out to the main lobby with Pepper and Sam trailing a few steps behind. You hand over your paperwork now that it’s been signed by the Justice of the Peace and turn in your name change forms while you’re at it. 

Pepper insists on cake afterwards and the four of you end up at your favorite little bakery a few blocks over. It has a few small cafe table inside and you take over one by the window to enjoy your desserts. 

“So, Y/N, huh?” Sam asks between bites of his red velvet cake.

You nod, “Yep, you know my secret identity now. If assassins pop up on my doorstep tomorrow I know who to blame, so you better keep it quiet.” 

Sam knows you’re teasing but he sputters his offense all the same, “Uhh, excuse me but Pepper knows now too. Why would you assume it was me and not her?” 

You raise your eyebrows at him, not even dignifying that with an answer while you take another bite of your vanilla cream cake.

“I trust you, Sammy.” Bucky assures him good naturedly. 

“Because you’re a smart man, Barnes.” 

“Hey, that applies to both of us now.” you remind him.

Pepper squeaks through a bite of lemon cake, “I am so happy for you guys. Thank you for including me in this. It means a lot.”

You reach across the table to take Pepper’s hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. “It means a lot to us too that you’re here.” 

You finish your cake slices quickly and Pepper goes back to the counter to order something to take home to Morgan. Bucky is the last to finish his square of tiramisu which admittedly is not cake but he ordered nonetheless since, as he reminded everyone, it’s his wedding day and he’s entitled to get whatever he wants. 

By the time you get back to your apartment Sam and Pepper have to head back to the compound. She left Happy Hogan and Mae Parker to watch Morgan for a few hours after school but wants to get home to help with homework. The last time Happy had tried to help Morgan with her homework it ended with all the wrong answers and him frustrated, swearing Tony had cloned himself somehow. 

It’s hard watching your best friends head back to upstate New York but you promise to come visit when you can. It’s been an eventful day and as soon as they’re out the door you and Bucky collapse on your bed, exhausted. “How am I this tired and it’s only four thirty in the afternoon?” he groans. 

“I’m not far behind you.” you commiserate with a yawn. Rolling over onto your side to face Bucky, you shoot him a tired smile. “We did really did it.” 

“We did. How do you feel about that, Mrs. Barnes?”

“Pretty damn good. How about you, Mr. Barnes?”

“Like I’m the luckiest man in the whole wide world. But you know, doll, the neighbors might talk.” his tone is teasing and you take the bait.

“Oh really? And why is that?”

“Well, I married a girl over seven decades younger than me. That’s a pretty big age gap.” 

“Mmm. Quite the scandal. But you know what I say?” Bucky shakes his head and you lean forward so your lips are brushing lightly against the shell of his ear, “Let ‘em talk.”  Your tongue sneaks out and runs along the curve of his ear eliciting a shiver from him. 

“You know, I think you just reminded me of an important part of our wedding day that we forgot.” 

“And what would that be?” 

Bucky gently shoos Poe out of the bedroom and shuts the door in the puppy’s forlorn face. “I believe it’s called consummating the marriage.” he says with a predatory grin as he stalks across the room back to the bed. 

You stifle a giggle, “I hear that’s a very important part. We’d better not skip it.” 

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“Definitely not.” he all but growls as he kneels between your legs, parting your knees with his wide palms. He slides a hand under your dress, caressing up the length of your thigh until he comes in contact with silky lace. “There’s a wedding gift under here for me, isn’t there?” 

You blush at his words. “Maybe. Why don’t you unwrap me and find out?”

Bucky grins like a wolf circling a rabbit, he knows he’s going to have you and is enjoying the game. He curls his left hand around the curve of your hip and pushes you down so you’re lying on your stomach. There’s a whisper of your zipper sliding down followed by a trail of kisses pressed against the exposed skin. You shiver, goosebumps breaking out all over your body. Bucky presses one last kiss right above your panties before flipping you over onto your back. You let him move you about, enjoying being manhandled a little. He’s normally so gentle with you, not wanting to risk hurting you with his super soldier strength. 

Bucky sits back to admire the lingerie you’re wearing, his eyes blazing with lust as he runs both of his hands up your sides from the wide curve of your hips to your breasts which threaten to spill out of the delicate lace cups of your bra. You squirm under his gaze and let out a small squeak when he starts trailing bruising kisses from your breasts down your stomach. He pulls back at the sound, brow furrowed. “You okay?” he asks, concerned. 

“Yeah.” you nod your assent, “I’ve told you before I don’t mind it a little rough.” 

“I got a little carried away. Something about the idea of making love to my wife… it just drives me wild.” he bites his full bottom lip, looking contrite. 

You reach up to ruffle his hair, needing to muss him up a little. He’s still in his dress shirt and dress pants, looking like he belongs on a GQ cover instead of your bed. “Then what are you waiting for?” you taunt, rolling your hips up to nudge him into action.

He lets out a low groan, dipping his head down to your chest to worship you with searing kisses and nips with careful teeth. You fumble for the buttons of his shirt, wanting it off of him as quickly as possible. You can feel and hear his chuckle against your skin as you scramble. You try to rip it apart after only getting two buttons undone but the fabric holds. Bucky pushes himself up onto his knees and your eyes are glued to him as he slides a hand down his buttoned shirt. He rocks his hips against his palm when he gets there and your breaths are ragged in your chest at the sight. Bucky runs his hands back up stopping right in the middle of the row of buttons, he dips his fingers into the spaces between buttons and with one harsh yank they all spring free, popping like confetti across the room, his torso bare as the shirt hangs loosely at his sides in defeat. Your jaw hangs open and your brain short circuits for a moment. It is the single most erotic thing you’ve seen in your life and you’re certain you’ve ruined your new panties. 

“Liked that, huh mouse?” he teases. 

You nod, still unable to produce coherent thoughts.

Bucky can’t stop grinning, obviously pleased with himself. He runs the thumb of his right hand along the waistband of his pants and flicks the button open with one deft motion. He’s making a meal out of undressing himself and you are helpless to complain. The snick of his zipper dragging downwards has your knees trembling despite yourself. He palms himself one more time before sliding both his pants and boxer briefs down in one quick shove. 

Your body is screaming for his and your brain finally gets on board enough for you to take control. You sit up to place your hands on his hips, pulling him down over top of you again. You snake one arm around his neck to pull him close, capturing his lips with your own, your other hand exploring the wide plane of his chest. You can’t get enough of the feel and taste of him, your husband. He’s so damned handsome, you feel like you’ve won the lottery having him in your life. Best of all, he’s yours forever now. 

The glint of silver in his short beard catches your eye and you smile against his mouth, not breaking the kiss. You love that he’s not “perfect” anymore. No longer frozen by the serum in peak physical condition. As much as he’d had mixed feelings about it at first, even he’s come to admit he likes knowing he’s still just human after all. The speckles of grey in his beard, a few strands in his long hair too, gentle crinkles at the edges of his eyes, and the layer of softness that covers his chest and stomach, it all adds up to him feeling more real in his own skin. No longer just a weapon, a real person. You honestly think it all makes him more attractive, something that you enjoy reminding him of often. 

“How attached are you to these underwear?” he asks hoarsely. 

You think of how much you paid for them, and to get them there in time. It was exorbitant. But you can always get new ones. “Not very.” you tell him. 

“Thank god.” with two quick rips your bra is in pieces, tossed carelessly on the floor and one rip later your panties follow suit. Bucky laves his tongue along your skin where the material tore, wanting to be sure he didn’t mark you… much. 

You feel a wet drag against your hip and realize he’s already so achingly hard that he’s leaking sticky trails on your skin. You reach down, taking him in hand and stroking until he hisses a shuddering breath. “Careful” he warns you. 

“Maybe you should just get inside of me then.” you challenge wickedly. His cock jumps in your hand and you’re surprised by both your own brazenness and his reaction to it. 

Bucky slides his legs in between yours, lifting your hips up off of the bed in his strong hands. “What my wife wants,” he grits out, “She gets.” he slams himself into your core with one hard thrust and you cry out, gripping the sheets in shock. He stills a moment, making sure you’re okay before he starts rocking his hips against yours. 

Your whole body is shaking as he thumbs at your clit while dragging his aching length out and then snapping right back in. You fall apart the second he makes contact with your throbbing bud and then you’re riding out an endless stream pleasure, unsure where one climax ends and the next begins. Bucky’s close already, you can tell by the babbling praise falling from his lips. 

“God, you’re so good, doll.” he gasps, “So tight and perfect. My beautiful wife. I can’t believe you’re mine.” Bucky is shaking as he fights to resist the hot coil of need in his stomach. He doesn’t want it to be over so soon but he’s fighting a losing battle. He doubles over, keening, the tips of his hair brushing against your belly tickling you. It’s all too much for you both and you’re whimpering when his thumb finally stills and he makes his final few ragged thrusts. Your name is a frantic liturgy on his lips as his whole body tenses and he spills deep inside you. You can feel him pulsing deep within your fluttering walls and you whine at the sensation, your body shaking like you could come again just from that. 

Bucky manages to not completely collapse on top of you when he lowers your hips back onto the bed, sliding himself free in the process. He’s still a heavy, panting, burning hot weight on top of you though, and you love every second of it. You’re both sweat slick, your skin sticking together in a way that should be disgusting but somehow isn’t in the moment. You card your fingers through his silky hair while you take a moment to regain higher thought process. Finally he presses a kiss to your sternum and raises himself off of you. “I love you, Mrs. Barnes.” he says with a dopey grin, still a little blissed out. 

“I love you too, Mr. Barnes. Happy wedding day.” 

~ The End ~

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What Are Those? - Colossus x Reader

*Requested by the wonderful @emma-frxst - Prompt: What Are Those?*

A/N: henlo!! I know the request was for about something that piotr doesn’t know about / something he doesn’t know how to say in English - but i couldn’t come up with anything ;-; B U TTT it made me think of one specific thing which is kinda unique!! - I’ll attach a picture of it at the bottom ;)) and if any of you readers wanna try it, you could possibly get it from a local store!! 

Really hope you enjoy it! :)

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: There’s a suspicious surprise at the front door from reader, and Wade and Colossus love it. 

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‘’Listen, we don’t want these hairy-looking balls. I like that they’re red, but they’re much too hairy for my liking. How is anyone supposed to eat these anyway?’’

You wake up to the sound of Wade bickering with someone at the front door.

‘’Sir, this delivery is for Mr/Ms. Y/L/N. Are they home right now?’’ you hear a familiar voice ask calmly. You quickly get up off the bed and rifle through the closet, looking for your robe. You find the pastel pink cloak and cover yourself with it – securing it with a knot at your waist. You tiptoe back to the bed and lean over Colossus, still sound asleep, and place a kiss on his cheek. Just as you turn around to leave, a hand finds yours and gently tugs at you. You stop and look back as Colossus rises from the bed; stretching out his free hand and bringing it over his mouth to cover a yawn

‘’Good morning, keesa (kitten). Where are you off to?’’

You take a step closer to him as he wraps his arm around your waist. ‘’It’s a surprise.’’ You whisper into his ear before walking towards the door. He smiles at your figure, as you disappear into the hallway.

You trod down the steps as Wade and the delivery man were still arguing about the delivery.

‘’Listen here Mr. Hair Balls Delivery, I have no idea what these are and I have no intention of claiming responsibility for them – even though I would love to. But this is quite clearly a prank, and Wade Wilson does not fall for – ‘’

‘’Ah, Mr. Wilson! I’ve heard many stories about you… Y/N has spoken – ‘’

‘’Hey there, Michael! Is that for me?’’ You ask the delivery man as you take the last step down the stairs.

‘’Michael? So, you’re on a first name basis with the hairy balls man?’’ Wade quips. Michael gives Wade an amused look, then looks back to you and laughs.

‘’Hiya Y/N! Yeap! And I now have had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Wilson as well.’’ He said with a nod to Wade. He lifts the crate and makes his way into the kitchen. It’s filled with ping-pong sized fruits, each of them coloured a bright shade of red with greenish, soft hair-like projections.

They were exactly what the doctor ordered.

You sign the delivery form on the clipboard as Michael helps bring the crate into the kitchen and places it onto the countertop. ‘’These are fresh from the greenhouse. Mr. Jones made sure that you got the freshest pick of the day.’’ He says proudly.

You say a quick thank you to him and he tips his hat at you; ‘’Nice meeting you Mr. Wilson!’’ He calls out before hurrying out the front door back to his van.

‘’Are you fucking kidding me? You really ordered all this?’’ Wade asks in disbelief. ‘’Sorry missy, the only hairy balls I like are– ‘’

‘’Wade, no, please. These are for the kids.’’

‘’WHAT? For the children?’’ Wade exclaims with his hands on his cheek.

‘’What is all this ruckus about?’’ A heavy accent floats into the room.

‘’Hey, Colossus! Your girlfriend’s making us eat these… hairy balls!’’ He accuses dramatically, pointing at the crate. ‘’Please make her stop!’’

Colossus steps into the kitchen – surprisingly, in his human form – and gives you a little kiss on the cheek, before pouring himself a hot cup of coffee. He spots the crate, overflowing with the red berries.

‘’What are those, myshka?’’ he asks, a kind of inquisitive concern plastered on his face. You laugh at that look.

‘’They’re just fruits, bub. And God knows Wade needs more of those in his damn system.’’

‘’These are… fruits? I have never seen such… unique looking fruits before.’’

‘’They aren’t native to America. I found them at a local market in Asia while I was on a mission there! They’re exquisite!’’ You reply.

Both Colossus and Wade look bemused at this statement. You let out a light whine.

‘’Listen, I thought they were weird too. But I saw a bunch of kids eating them and they looked pretty happy with it! I tried one and it was so sweet and fleshy and it felt more like sweet treat than fruits! You gotta trust me on this.’’ You implore.

‘’Fine. But if I choke on these hairy motherfuckers, I’m burning the whole crate.’’ Wade exclaims.

He plucks one of the berries off its stem and inspects it. He sniffs it before opening his mouth, slowly bringing the fruit – thick dense skin and all – towards his gaping mouth.

‘’NO, WADE. Not like that, you moron! You gotta open up the skin first. Like this –’’

You grab one of the rambutans, or mamon chino as they’re called in central America, and skillfully place your thumbs onto the equator of the berry. You apply some pressure, pulling it apart from the ends, revealing its white, translucent flesh. You take it out and show it to the boys.

‘’This right here, is the main event, my compadres. There’s a seed in there. You’re supposed to eat around it, but it’s big enough that you can bite around it while it’s in your mouth! You gotta make sure to throw away the seed though.’’ You present the berry to Wade, who by now is a lot less puzzled and open to eating the much more innocent looking white fleshy berry. He pops it into his mouth and carefully bites on it.

‘’Ho-ly fucksicles, thes-e ah-ren’t hh-alf bad!’’ He says between eating and sucking on the berry. ‘’And they’re this sweet? Bring on the diabetes!’’

You look at him, happy that he’s enjoying the foreign berry. You turn to Colossus, who’s still sipping on his coffee.

‘’Your turn, big boy.’’ You say to him with a smirk. You pick out a bright red berry, nice and ripe – some mildew still on it, adding that much more to its allure – and split it open clean. You present the fleshy berry, still cradled in the half-open skin. He gently takes it out of the leathery casing, and bites a little off the berry.

‘’C’mon Piotr! You’re not getting the full experience here! Put it in your mouth and suck on it!’’

You immediately regret saying it as you hear Wade bellow into laughter.

‘’You probably hear that pretty often, don’t ya Coco?’’ He looks from Colossus, to you. ‘’Wow, way to bring your bed room talk public, Y/N! If you wanted me to join you, you could’ve just asked me straight up, no need to tease.’’

You bring a palm to your face, embarrassed by what’s happened. Colossus gently places a hand on your arm, and you look up to him. He puts the berry into his mouth and closes it; and his eyes widen.

‘’I know better than to doubt your tastes, kisa.’’ He says, clearly pleased with how nice this new fruit tastes.

‘’That was the surprise! See, these are great when you peel them and leave them in the fridge. They’d be a great substitute for ice-cream. I know you’ve been talking about getting the X-kiddos to eat more fruits and I think that if we put like little wooden picks into them, they’d look like round mini-popsicles! And, and – ‘’ you open the fridge to look at all the other fruits inside– ‘’We could also put all the other fruits onto them…’’ You ramble on excitedly as Colossus watches you, neither of you noticing Wade pick out half the fruits from the crate and sneak out of the kitchen.

Colossus wraps his arm around your waist and slowly pulls you to him. Your body twists around as your eyes meet his gaze; tender and warm all over. You tilt your head at him.

‘’What are you looking at?’’ you say with a smile.

‘’The most beautiful soul in the world. ty moye sokróvishche – you are my treasure.’’

Your face turns red within seconds, you look away for a moment, clearly flustered as Colossus laughs. ‘’It is fun seeing you embarrassed. But what I say is from my heart, lyubímaya (beloved)’’

He’s still holding onto you, and you take this chance to pull him in – allowing your lips to meet in a gentle kiss as your hand finds his cheek, and your thumb leaves strokes on the light stubble of his face.  

You slowly break the kiss, and when you take a quick look behind Colossus, you see half the crate’s contents missing.

‘’Oh my God. WADE!’’ You holler after him, spotting a trail of berry stems leading out of the kitchen. You follow the trail looking for Wade, and suddenly you get a fuzzy feeling in your chest and smile, as you detect a hint of coffee and sweet berry on your tongue.

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“When We’re Together, Darling, Every Night Is Halloween.”

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 5 - Matching Outfits [1,228 words]

“How’s it going in there?” Heather called from the other side of the door.

“Almost finished,” Valencia replied as she checked her appearance in the bathroom mirror. She straightened the bow tie at the hollow of her throat and smoothed the lapels of her chalk stripe suit. “You?”

“All set.” 

Valencia emerged with a flourish and stepped into their bedroom. She cast a look around and her brow furrowed. “Heather?”

“Looks good, babe.” 

Valencia whirled toward the open doorway. Her jaw dropped and she blinked rapidly. “Wow.”

Heather adjusted her fitted sleeves. “Yeah, I always thought of myself as more of a Wednesday Addams, but this Morticia dress really worked out.” 

“It’s working for me, too.” 

Valencia drew nearer but Heather stopped the approach with a hand to her chest. “Whoa there, Gomez. You don’t have to get into character yet.”

“Who said anyone was acting?” Valencia held Heather’s hand in both of hers and pressed a gentle kiss to her fingers.

“I take it you’re glad we’re still using that list of couple costumes you showed me?”

“God, yes.” Valencia coaxed Heather’s arms over the shoulders of her jacket. “Although, between this and Han last year, I’m starting to see a pattern.”

“What’s that?” Heather asked. She crossed her wrists behind Valencia’s back.

“I think you’ve got a thing for me in soft butch attire.” Valencia took advantage of the empty space between them and eased forward until their foreheads touched. “Am I wrong?”

“V, I’ve got a thing for you in every attire. And no attire. And everything in between.” 

“Mmm, clever dodge, but I’m onto you now, Tish.” Valencia gave her a brief kiss. She nuzzled her way to Heather’s neck and dragged her tongue from the clavicle to the space behind Heather’s ear.

Heather lifted her gaze to the ceiling but the attempt at indifference couldn’t quite stifle the sharp intake of breath when Valencia nipped at her skin.

“This year is pretty good news for you, too,” Heather remarked as her hands traveled down to grip Valencia’s waist. “Better than Leia.”

“I’m aware that you have an enduring love for camo, but I felt like I was swimming through that outfit just to reach you. Damn mood-killing space poncho.” Valencia’s hands moved to Heather’s ass, grateful for the lack of layers blocking her path. She peppered kisses across Heather’s face until she found her lips once more.

“It was totally the right call to wait on the mustache until we get in the car,” Heather murmured. 

“Oh yeah,” Valencia concurred. “That thing would be long gone before we even got to the party.”

As if to demonstrate the benefits of the missing costume piece, her tongue slipped into Heather’s mouth and lightly grazed the inside of her upper lip. This time, Heather made no effort to suppress her response; she moaned and dug her nails into Valencia’s sides through the tucked-in dress shirt.

“We probably should’ve let each other see these outfits before we were on a schedule,” Heather concluded. “I don’t wanna mess up your hair.”

Valencia clasped her girlfriend’s hands and, for a moment, she appeared ready to run the risk just to have Heather’s fingers raking along her scalp. Then she froze.

“Wait, no, you just reminded me. We haven’t gotten a photo yet!” 

She maintained her hold on Heather but walked backward across the room to where her phone was charging beside the bed. Valencia twisted the other direction to unplug it and then turned back to face Heather. “Is this okay?”

Heather gave her a soft smile and nodded. “I mean, we’re not gonna pull the look off this well and not take a picture, right?” 

Valencia grinned. “Exactly.” She crossed to the opposite wall and set the phone up on their dresser. “Ready?”

Heather moved to the foot of the bed. “Yep.”

“Okay, I set the timer.” Valencia raced to Heather’s side. “Waltz pose.”

“What?”

“Here.”

Valencia brought Heather’s arms up to the right position and their eyes met just as the camera flashed.

Heather followed Valencia to appreciate the captured moment. 

“What do you think?” Valencia asked, angling the screen to make sure she could see.

Heather gave an affirmative nod. “Approved.”

“Me, too.” Valencia’s fingers tapped out a caption followed by a series of now-habitual tags. Couple Costumes - Year 2 #lgbtgoals #wlwpositivity #girlswhokissgirls

Once the photo was posted, they remained in close proximity, and Valencia could feel the tension returning with every second that passed before they touched. She pulled Heather in for another kiss just as they heard the vibration of an incoming text message. They both sighed.

“That’s mine.” Heather tracked down her phone where she’d left it on the windowsill. “It’s from Rebecca. She wants to borrow our fuzzy blanket.”

“What kind of costume is she making?”

“I’m assuming some kind of animal.” Heather shrugged. “Flying squirrel. Charmin bear. A really well-groomed Sasquatch. Who knows?”

Valencia rummaged through their closet and found the cover in question. “Got it. Have you heard what Paula’s doing this time?”

Heather shook her head. “Shrouded in secrecy. No paper trail.”

“Of course. She’s not an amateur.”

They gathered the last of their necessities for the impending gathering and left the house. When everything was loaded into the trunk and they were inside the car, Valencia turned on the interior light. She opened her makeup bag and held out the black pencil. “Help me?”

“Yeah, I’ve got you. Here, go like this.” Heather tucked in her lower lip, elongating the stretch of skin between her nose and mouth.

Valencia mimicked the pose and held still while Heather carefully sketched a thin line mustache.

“How does it look?” Valencia asked when Heather’s hand withdrew.

“See for yourself.” Heather flipped down the sun visor for Valencia to examine her reflection in the small attached mirror.

“Perfect.”

Valencia shut the overhead light off again. She buckled her seat belt, turned the key in the ignition, and leaned across the center console. “Happy Halloween, cara mia.”

Heather met her halfway, mindful of the makeup they had just applied. “Et à vous de même, mon cher.” She caught Valencia’s lips in a chaste but lingering kiss.

Valencia pulled the car out of the driveway and narrowed her eyes with a knowing look. “You Googled how to say that ahead of time, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did.”

“And you didn’t retain any French from studying it?”

“Just, like, two things. J'arrête and au revoir.”

Valencia guffawed. “That must’ve left the professor pretty torn on whether they should be surprised or pissed.”

“I’d say it was a bit of both.”

Valencia flicked on the turning signal. Once they were safely around the bend, she stole an appreciative glance at Heather’s neckline in the moonlight. “You know what? I really don’t know how we’re gonna top these costumes next year. Any suggestions?”

Heather caught the covert look and returned it with one of her own. “I’m not sure yet but, whatever you do, don’t ask Rebecca. She’s been pushing Joanne and Maureen ever since we told her we were dating.”

Valencia’s expression brightened with enthusiasm. “Ooo, hey, that could work. She’ll want the whole party to sing the song though, won’t she?”

“It’s cute you think she’d stop at that.” Heather laughed. “If we’re not careful, she’ll take us through all of Act One.”

[richonnejustdesserts]

Kissing Your Man Crazy            

This was…new.

Not the kissing. It was one of his favorite pastimes. His wife’s lips were his own personal form of a siren call, a call he was all too happy to answer. They had a tried and true method for it now, the gesture familiar and comforting. Which is why her current actions were throwing him off.

“Baby,” he whispered, his voice a deep rumble. “What are you doing?” He craned his neck up to kiss her. She pulled back.

“What do you mean?” she asked with faux-innocent, the soft tone of her voice sending a bolt of arousal through him. He redoubled his efforts, attempting to get down to business. She pulled back another inch, her mouth mere millimeters from his.

Rick watched her, staring up curiously at this woman who was killing him softly, trying to figure out the rules of this new game. She stared back, lips parted.

“Sweetheart,” he tried again, wrapping her in his arms this time. She settled on top of him, but still refused to kiss him, only applying the slightest pressure. “You’re torturing me,” he grumbled against her mouth. Every nerve ending in his body stood at attention.

“I’m trying something new,” she giggled, pushing him back down on the bed. She began to feather light kisses down his neck, paying special attention to the sensitive spots.

Rick let out a hiss, his teeth clenched, his hands digging into her waist. “Something new?” he asked, his brain going fuzzy.

“An experiment,” she clarified, flicking her tongue out to chase her kisses.

“This got something to do with all them magazines Maggie dropped off for you?” Rick questioned, the last semblance of ability to be logical fleeing as her hands went to work at his shirt buttons.

“Maybe,” she sucked at him, blowing a puff of air over the spot just to make him shiver. He groaned, laying backwards, resigned to let her have her way with him.

“What else did them magazines say?” he asked, refocusing his efforts on touching her instead, trailing his fingers down her back and sides.

“Some tips on kissing,” she whispered, her voice going husky. “And some other things…” she smiled suggestively.

“What other things?” he grinned back at her, his mind racing.

“Be a good boy, and I’ll show you,” she instructed, sitting back to work her shirt over her head. Rick’s mouth ran dry.

“Yes ma’am,” he complied, heart pounding as his wife pushed his shirt off as well, finally lowering her lips to his.

written by: @lovedmoviesb  | ff.net: love.devil.movies.baby