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Sloth Brains and Spine of Lionfish ~ George Weasley

This is a continuation of my ongoing George Weasley fanfic, so make sure you read the other parts first (here's part 1). I need to figure out what the overall fic name should be, so if anyone has ideas, let me know XD

Warnings: none

Word count: 5.2k

“And we’ve inquired about renting a place in Diagon Alley.” George easily skipped the vanishing step, turning around to offer his hand. I ignored it, jumping the step on my own and nearly losing hold of my books for my trouble. Unbothered, George gestured grandly with the untaken hand. “Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, we’ve called it.”

We reached the bottom of the staircase, making our way down the nearly empty corridor. I liked to walk to my classes before the castle walkways were clogged up with bodies and sounds, and most of the other students were still at lunch. Funny, George never seemed to mind the crowds before, yet now he walked with me in the empty hallways between every class.

George hopped up on the bench against the wall, walking along the wood with his arms stretched out for balance. “We should have a response before we all go home for Christmas, and possibly have the place rented before school lets out.”

I dodged the ghost of Erling the Great that had just appeared through the wall, hoping he didn’t see me. I did not want to get trapped into one of his onerous and endless stories again. “So you’ll be selling all those prototypes the two of you’ve been testing on the first years?”

“Yup." George hopped down to walk beside me again. "Plus a few more we’ve got up our sleeves. We’re testing another one tonight, and if it’s finally ready, it’ll be one of our staples in the shop.” The light in George’s eyes as he spoke about his dream was unlike his normal errant sparkle. The shine wasn’t born of mischief, it was born of passion, and it seemed to lift George’s very heels as he bounced excitedly forward.

“Well, I’m certain it’ll be brilliant.” Distracted, I hadn’t even thought about the words before they came flying out of my mouth. I pressed my fingertips to my lips, unsure if I were more horrified or embarrassed.

George’s bouncing paused, and he turned the full weight of his vexingly self-possessed smirk on me. “Is that so?”

Embarrassed. Definitely embarrassed.

My cheeks blazing, I scowled at him. “Don’t crow, it’s unbecoming.”

The redhead absentmindedly knocked the railing at the top of the next flight of stairs, causing the stairs to ripple a bit and then resolidify. “I’m just revelling in the compliment.”

“It’s hardly a compliment, more a statement of fact.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Oh?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” I forged past him down the stairs, ignoring the slight tremble I felt underneath my feet. The staircase—objectively the most sensitive staircase in the castle—was just pouting over George’s knock. “The two of you are persuasive, which is objectively a good skill to have for retail, not to mention the shrewdness required for the strategy of business and the creativity and intelligence to make new products. I’d wager you’ve already made a fair bit of coin here at Hogwarts, so with a centralised location that can be open full-time, you’ll make a fortune, and likely–” I closed my mouth, pressing my lips together.

Too much. I’d said too much.

The faint, impossibly warm chuckle from behind me made me shiver. “Well, when I have a fortune, I can perhaps afford to buy you a Christmas present.”

I stopped, rooted to the step. George passed me, continuing down a few more steps before seeming to notice I wasn’t beside him and turning to face me with a puzzled expression. "What?"

“Don’t buy me anything.” From my position three stairs higher than him, I had a tactical advantage were this to become a situation where my wand was necessary. Any offensive attack I unleashed would be that much harder to defend against.

But George stuck his hands in his pockets, seemingly unconcerned. “With trying to go into business and all, I couldn’t rustle up enough Galleons if my life depended on it.”

“Don’t spend anything on me,” I repeated, easily masking my sudden nausea as distaste. Gifts were pointless at best, painful at worst.

The incessantly inquisitive and contrary Gryffindor tilted his head, his eyes giving me a strangely sharp assessment that made me wonder if I wasn’t masking as well as I thought. “Why not?”

I forced myself to woodenly descend the steps and then turn the corner towards the Potions classroom. “There’s nothing I need.”

“But surely there’s something nice you want?”

“There’s nothing I want either.”

“Now you’re just joshing. Everyone wants something.”

“What do you want?” I shot back.

“I told you.” George opened the door to the Potions classroom. “To buy you a Christmas gift.”

I didn’t walk through the doorway. “Well, I want you to not buy me a Christmas gift.”

“Nah, that doesn’t work.”

“Why not?”

“Your wanting can’t just cancel someone else’s wanting. That’s like asking for it to drizzle when you don’t even like drizzles and only because I like the sunshine.” His tone was perplexingly even and carefree, despite the venom of my words. And he still held the door open.

I gripped my books tight to my chest. “Christmas gifts are like sunshine?”

“No, you are like sunshine,” George replied, the corner of his mouth curling in an infuriatingly charming smirk. He had no right to look like that when being sarcastic. “With all your suspicion and compliments and enthusiastic statements of fact, why, you just make me feel warm all over.”

“Then go step out in the snow,” I said crossly, finally walking under his arm into the classroom.

A cauldron bubbled merrily up by Professor Snape’s desk, just in front of the blank chalkboard. Reaching my potions station off to the left, I dropped my books down, the resulting thud much too loud but ultimately satisfying. I waited for the dungeon door to close, signalling that George had left and allowing the pit in my stomach to dissolve. But when it did close, I couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

“Anyone sit here?”

I looked up in time to see George gently set a copy of Advanced Potion-Making on the station next to me.

“What are you doing?”

He flipped through the pages, his eyes trailing down the text. “Sitting in class with you.”

A fledgling of panic rustled its wings in my stomach. “You’re not in this class.” George hadn’t achieved the Outstanding required on his O.W.L.s to continue Potions at the N.E.W.T. level.

“Well, I see no harm in sitting in. Hogwarts rewards those who seek knowledge, you know.”

There was harm. There was much harm indeed. “George, class is going to start soon.”

George calmly met my gaze. “Lucky for us, I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

“Are you insane?” I hissed. “They’ll eat you alive.”

“Better me than you.” His light tone couldn’t disguise the weight of his words.

I paused, studying his freckled face. “Is that what this is about? You’re trying to rescue me again?”

“Prevent the need for rescuing, actually.” George pulled out his seat, sitting down and pulling out his potion-making kit, which clearly hadn’t been used in a while. “And be careful, or I’ll think you don’t want me to sit next to you.”

“I don’t.” Especially not when our peers were about to walk in, including Warrington. Not to mention Snape. George's misguided attempts would only succeed in making us both targets.

Unconcerned, George pulled a quill, an ink pot, and parchment out of his bag. “I promise I’ll be a model pupil.”

How did he do it? How did he brush it all off like the words meant nothing? Like consequences didn't exist? He just sat there, easily relaxing against the back of his chair like he had the ultimate conviction that it would hold him up as long as he needed.

The classroom door opened, and I immediately but subtly slid into my seat, hoping against hope that somehow our peers wouldn’t notice us.

But hoping George Weasley was unnoticeable was as useful as asking a kappa not to eat you. Warrington’s wicked eyes settled on George before sliding to me. I ducked my head. Maybe Warrington’s similarity to hippogriffs didn’t end with his looks and the sign of reverence would make him less dangerous.

But even as Warrington finally sat down, directly in front of Snape’s desk, I could still feel stares.

My peers didn’t often remember I existed, as I intended. I didn’t answer questions in class, I stayed out of trouble, I took care not to offend anyone who mattered and not overly involve myself in anything. It protected me, and it protected Clem. And yet as everyone, Gryffindor and Slytherin alike, stared at me with shock and disapproval, I knew they remembered me now. And that remembrance was going to bite me where it hurt.

I shrunk down in my seat, holding my elbows tightly. George leaned over to me. “Relax,” he said softly. “No one is going to curse you in the middle of class.”

“It’s not the middle of class I’m worried about,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.

His lips pursed, but before he could reply, the dungeon door banged open, and Professor Snape strode to the front, his cloak billowing behind him like shadows of prejudice and loathing. I could see the moment the potions master noticed George. His beady eyes narrowed, sending my trepidation through the roof. It was hard to know which house was more despised by the other in the Gryffindor-Slytherin rivalry, but Professor Snape did not have the same amount of integrity within the rivalry as Professor McGonagall.

“A new student today,” Professor Snape mused, the slow delivery of every word promising trouble. I sat so stiffly, my shoulder muscles were beginning to hurt, but George stayed calm and seemingly unaffected. “Is there a reason for this…change?”

“Yes, sir, I just really wanted to hear today’s lecture,” George said politely.

“How studious of you.” Professor Snape crossed his arms, warning of the incoming confrontation. “I suppose, Mr. Weasley,” he said in his characteristically flat tone, “that you’re also studious enough to tell me what sloth brains are used for.”

George didn’t move from his laid-back yet attentive position. “Sir, that would be dragon dung fertiliser.”

The curl of Professor Snape’s mouth made me tense. “Of course. I would expect someone of your,” he paused as he rested a hand next to George’s worn textbook, “inclinations to misguidedly name dung as being the correct answer.”

A few snickers rang through the classroom, the Slytherins ready for the millionth round of Gryffindor mistreatment. “Daft Weasley,” said Warrington’s unmistakable voice, loud enough to echo through the whole classroom yet remarkably and predictably soft enough that Professor Snape didn’t seem to hear.

But I knew he had, judging by the hateful glitter in his eyes. The professor leaned in closer to George, who still hadn’t moved from his position. “Ten points from–”

“He’s not daft.”

I barely realised the words had come out of my mouth until everyone in the classroom turned to look at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw George straighten in his chair.

“Excuse me?” Professor Snape finally asked. If the potions master could manage a sincere expression, he’d be aghast. As it was, he looked at me with the same chronically detached countenance he always wore.

Underneath the table, a hand brushed my leg, but I ignored it.

“Sloth brain mucus is used in the creation of dragon dung fertiliser, which Professor Sprout names as the superior fertiliser for magical plants. If you wanted him to answer what sloth brains are used for in this class, you should’ve specified, at which point he would’ve clearly said the Draught of Living Death.” I stared resolutely back at Professor Snape as the classroom fell silent aside from the bubbling of the example potion beside Professor Snape’s desk. “Sir,” I added belatedly.

The only sign of the professor’s surprise and uncertainty was the rapid blinks. “He would’ve clearly said it?” Professor Snape asked finally. “Then I suppose Mr. Weasley would also be able to tell me what colour sloth brains turns the Draught of Living Death, hmmm?”

“Cyan.” George’s posture, straight as an arrow, revealed the strain he was now apparently—and tardily—feeling. “It turns the potion from pink to cyan.”

See? I thought victoriously as I watched Professor Snape’s jaw move in a suspiciously gnashing way. I was right. He’s not daft.

“Detention,” the professor finally said.

“Yes, sir,” George responded, lowering his eyes.

“Not you, Weasley.” The dark eyes turned on me. “You, Miss Y/L/N.” George’s hand balled into a fist. “For speaking out of turn.”

I met the head of my house’s eyes without flinching. “Yes, sir.”

As Professor Snape continued the lesson, I noticed with slight triumph that he’d completely forgotten to take ten points from Gryffindor or give George detention for showing up.

But the triumph shrank as the class continued and George’s posture remained stiff.

After brewing a nearly perfect Antidote to Veritaserum and being assigned a 42-inch essay on exactly how the antidote combatted compulsory truth-telling, class ended. Instead of waiting for Warrington and the others to leave, I shoved everything into my bag and was the first one to the door. But nowhere could I go at no possible speed to avoid the fiery anger burning behind me.

“What were you thinking?” George hissed as I walked towards my common room.

“Snape doesn’t get to treat you that way,” I replied with equal fervour, wondering at how completely my compliance had disappeared. “And neither does Warrington, the prat.”

A hand closed around my elbow, turning me around. “Beg Snape’s forgiveness,” George demanded. “Maybe you can beg off spending the night in the dungeons.”

“I won’t,” I snapped, wrenching my arm out of his admittedly gentle grip. “Because they were wrong; you’re not stupid. It was a stupid question. He just wanted to mock you–”

“I’ve been mocked nearly every day of my life!” The response was so impassioned that George’s cheeks were going red. “I can handle it.”

“Well, I can’t!” I said sharply. “It’s not fair.”

“Oh, like you serving detention on behalf of your brother?”

I glanced around quickly, noticing the few seventh years loitering in the corridor. Were they gathering more evidence about the sudden and unorthodox alliance between George and I? Would any of them report back to Warrington? Or Snape? Or Merlin forbid, Umbridge?

Seizing George’s wrist, I dragged him off into an alcove, pulling so roughly that he nearly bonked his head into the sloped decorative wood carving of the tiny space. “How is what I did any different than what you’ve done for me?” The snarling tone of my words made me think of my lioness Patronus. Perhaps a lioness was more apt than I’d originally thought.

George, however, looked nothing like his mischievous and light-hearted magpie. “Because you disrespected a professor!”

"So did you! If you hadn't sat in the class, the whole thing could've been avoided!"

"Snape already hates me! But he's your head of house, and now you've insulted him!"

I glared at him. “And if McGonagall treated me like that, would you just sit there and not say anything?” He wouldn’t, we both knew it.

George scoffed deep in his throat. “That doesn’t matter, she would never do something like that.”

“Come off it, George!” I impatiently readjusted my heavy books, resisting the urge to toss them at him. “You would stand up for me!” He had stood up for me, many times over.

George pressed his lips together so tightly, they started to whiten, stubbornly refusing to say what we both knew was true. “You shouldn’t have done it.”

I scowled. “You don’t get to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.”

“Someone has to, since you clearly weren’t born with basic self-preservation!”

Livid, I tossed my head and stormed out of the alcove towards my common room where the foolhardy twin couldn’t follow me.

“What happened to not lifting a finger to help or hurt anyone?” George called after me, so loudly that the other noises in the hallway hushed.

I lifted a finger over my shoulder in an obscene gesture as my only reply.

My footsteps echoed through the dungeons as I neared the potions classroom. Somewhere above my head was the Great Hall, lit up with enchanted candles and everlasting torches. In the dungeons, however, the torches were so sparse, it was easy to grow convinced that there was something lying in wait in every shadow.

“I received a new Spine of Lionfish shipment this morning,” Snape was saying, gesturing towards my potions station where a stack of boxes lay before returning to the parchment he was writing on. “You will crush them all into powder without using magic. When you are finished, and only then, are you allowed to leave.”

Spine of Lionfish. Capable of causing pain and paralysis. I licked my lips. “Sir, am I allowed to wear my gloves?”

The potions master paused in his writing, making my heart sink as I tried to guess how great a punishment Professor Snape meant to inflict on me. “Yes,” he said finally.

Worried my relief would make him change his mind, I concealed it before nodding and sitting down at the desk, pulling out my dragonskin gloves and getting started.

It would’ve been meditative to pulverise the white and red spines if I wasn’t constantly aware of how long it would take to grind three boxes of spines when my mortar could only hold five spines at a time. I glanced over at the desk to see Professor Snape hunched over, his nose inches from the parchment he wrote on, as if he was struggling to see it.

I popped open a vial, holding my breath so that I wouldn’t accidentally inhale any of the powder as I poured it inside the vial and labelled it.

Each vial could hold the powder of about fifty spines, and I’d filled four vials when Professor Snape suddenly rose from his desk. He pulled at his cloak, untangling it from his legs as best as he could while holding a letter. Whatever the letter was, it was either important or elicited some sentiment to make him clench it so tightly. Without saying a word, Professor Snape left.

I poured the powder into the half-full vial before dropping new spines inside the mortar. It might take me all night to finish my detention, but finish it I would. Once punished, my defiance would hopefully fade in memory.

Detention would ease Snape’s ire, but my classmates would likely look to retaliate in their own ways. I took a deep breath. As long as they stayed away from Clem, I would accept whatever punishment they doled out.

A soft rasp sounded behind me, making me freeze. And in that stillness, the unmistakable sound of a footstep sounded from behind me.

Would they interfere with the completion of my detention? Would Warrington, Parkinson, and Goyle really try to subject me to further wrath from our head of house?

Keeping the rest of my body still, I slyly slipped my hand off my pestle and into my pocket, gripping my wand. After a moment’s pause, I whirled around, thrusting my wand out. “Immobulus!” The blue spell shot from my wand tip.

“Protego.” My attacker’s wand arced, my blue projectile dissolving upon contact with the invisible shield.

Lifting my wand, another spell was about to leap from my lips when I finally recognized the face in the shadows. “What are you doing here?” I hissed.

George pocketed his wand before flinging himself down on the nearest seat as if it were a fainting couch. “I came to help my knight in shining armour. After defending my honour, I could hardly leave my dainty yet plucky princess to toil away in the dungeons.”

I clenched my wand, my heart beating at a pace I would fiercely deny if it were brought up. “I thought you said I was a knight.”

“Maybe you’re both.”

“Maybe I’m neither.” I glanced at him. “You’re a lot more dainty than me anyhow.” And a lot more chivalrous, though he didn’t need to know that.

George sighed like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “Can’t help it if I have easily bruisable skin, can I?” How strange. He seemed to have completely recovered from our fight earlier.

“Seriously, Weasley, what are you doing here?”

“Ooh, she brings out the last name.” George grinned. “That’s how I know I’ve got your stylish knickers in a twist.” I raised an eyebrow, and his smile fell. “Not that I’m making assumptions about your…knicker…preferences.” His cheeks were red again, but instead of accompanying the flush with a glare like earlier, he averted his eyes over towards the window where darkness was quickly falling.

“I’ll repeat my question,” I said, sparing him from acknowledging his obvious embarrassment. “What are you doing here?”

I definitely imagined the relief on his face as he dropped into the chair beside me. “Serving your detention with you.”

I returned to my mortar and pestle, grinding the spines with more aggression than before. “I know you have better things to do, perhaps some testing to do on first-years?”

“Fred can test the Canary Creams without me.”

“He’ll rename your business ‘Fred’s Wizard Wheezes’.”

George gave a short laugh, crossing his legs. “Naw, FWW doesn’t have the same ring as WWW.”

“If Snape finds out you helped me with the work, he’ll get angry.” I didn’t want the professor getting any angrier at either of us.

“Then I won’t touch anything. I’ll just help you pass the time.”

“By regaling me with more business plans?” My words were coming out all wrong, sharp and heated. George was being thoughtful, and yet I couldn’t seem to check my prickliness.

“If you like. I also have some fabulous stories to tell about pranks or family or even the sausage rolls I ate for breakfast.”

My pestle scraped a little too hard against the mortar. “Maybe your knight prefers silence.” I glared down at the lovely pink powder. Without the proper knowledge, someone might mistake the powder for something innocuous, like fairy dust or rose sugar. But the seductive material could cause serious damage.

“I think I know my knight better than that.” His voice had no right to be that gentle.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He wasn’t being flattering, he was right on, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. “Maybe you don’t know her at all,” I said lightly, pouring the powder into the vial before dropping the next five spines into the mortar.

A hand found my waist, and I stopped grinding the chalky spines. My eyes fluttered shut at the sparks flying beneath my skin. I turned around, resting my gloved hands on his shoulder to push him away, but my muscles wouldn't do it.

I felt as though the warmth in George’s brown eyes was somehow pouring into me, chasing away the chill of the dungeon and shadows.

“Trust me,” I warned, “you don’t want to get close.”

“That’s just like you,” George said softly, his eyes fixed on some point beneath my nose, “just like you to tell me what I do and don’t want.”

“George, I’m serious.”

“So am I.” He licked his lips. “Uncommonly so.”

Fear flooded my body, tangling with the warmth to make a strange buzzing sensation. “Is this your plan?” I asked shakily. “The Gryffindor gets close to the Slytherin and then makes fun of her to all his friends because she fell for it?” I pressed my hand over the wand in my robes, prepared to pull it out again. “I won’t fall for it.”

George's hand brushed against mine. I wanted to pretend that he was trying to keep me from drawing it, but the gesture was too tender, too comforting to believe it. He stepped closer. “Maybe the Gryffindor is the one falling for it.”

“Sounds more accurate.” My voice was embarrassingly high-pitched and breathy. I cleared my throat. “Gryffindors are more gullible than Slytherins.”

“Can this gullible Gryffindor ask a question?”

He was too close. I needed to step away, to put some space in between us, but one step away was my potion station with venomous powdered Spine of Lionfish. “No,” I managed to say. “No questions.”

George lifted a hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Can I kiss you?”

My hands shook. If I needed to draw my wand, I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold it. “I said no questions.” Especially no questions that I didn’t know how to answer.

His face came closer to mine until all I could see was the expanse of fair skin beneath freckles. “I’d rather drink the Draught of Living Death than be like Warrington…and yet I’m trying not to read into the fact that you seemed more ready to kiss his boot than kiss me.”

I couldn’t respond or think when he was this close. When his lips were so close that I could feel his breath on my face. He couldn’t even do me the favour of having halitosis or even just onions and garlic for lunch?

“That’s…it’s…I mean,” I stammered. Why was it impossible to form anything coherent? I would’ve been happy with a snarky comment or a quick denial.

George tilted his head back slightly, looking me in the eye. “Say no. Say no, and I’ll sit back down and tell you about the recipe for Canary Creams.”

The refusal was prepared on my tongue, ready to launch and return both of us to the refuge of platonic banter with sporadic sincerity. Things were already too dangerous for the two of us, and the true threats of the castle and beyond hadn’t even started yet. It was better for both of us if I said no. I needed to say no.

But I couldn’t do it.

I never before had trouble doing what would keep myself and my brother safe, but being with George Weasley flew in the very face of safety, and I couldn't bring myself to back away.

His nose brushed against mine, and I marvelled at how smooth his skin was. I’d half-expected to feel bumps on the skin from his freckles. “Say no,” he whispered.

“I can’t,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if the words referred to saying no or to kissing him, but George seemed to know.

Arms encircled my waist, secure and unavoidable. Lips pressed against mine, warm and soft and utterly, completely George. He was everywhere, even where he wasn’t touching me because all my body could do was sigh and all my mind could conjure were red locks and brown eyes.

He pulled back. “Do you–”

I rose to my tiptoes, kissing him before he could finish. George, apparently, didn’t mind, giving up on his words immediately to kiss me back. His fingers brushed back my hair, a gesture so comforting that I melted into him.

I pulled my gloves off, desperate to feel his face with my hands. The dragon scales let out a loud noise as they hit the stone floor, but I didn’t care, finally able to caress his face.

Without breaking the kiss, George stepped forward, moving me back on my tiptoes. I didn’t know where he was taking me, and I didn’t care enough to stop what we were doing and look.

George took another step forward when there was a clunking sound.

The latch of the door, I realised in horror. Instantly, George’s warmth disappeared, and I whirled around, frantically grinding at the spines while sweeping my gloves underneath the potion station with my toe.

Heart hammering, I heard the door open. The torches in the hallway casting momentary shadows before the door closed again.

Act natural, I thought frantically. Act like you've just been here the whole time, serving detention. But my inability to take a full breath undermined the nonchalance I was attempting. My lips burned, as if by kissing George, I’d kissed pure flames.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Somehow, Snape’s voice was more chilling than before.

Slowly, I swivelled to face the potions master. He didn’t look any more suspicious than he normally did, but he was never the type to emote.

There was a flash of movement over his shoulder, and I looked to see George with his back pressed to the wall of the dungeon, perfectly in between two torches where the shadows could partially conceal him. Quickly, I looked back to Snape, noting for the first time in my life with relief that the professor’s beady eyes were trained on me.

“You are free to go.”

I blinked, trying to ignore George creeping over to the dungeon door. “Sir, I haven’t finished–”

Professor Snape waved his wand, enchanting the mortar and pestle sets against the wall to soar over to the boxes and start grinding spines of their own accord. “You’ve been here for long enough.”

George reached the door, lifting the latch silently and sliding through a tiny crack in the door.

I nearly crumpled with relief, turning my attention back to Snape. “Sir, are you sure–”

“I’ve already taken points off Gryffindor.”

I frowned before quickly making my face blank. George lost points, regardless of my outburst. My actions today in class accomplished nothing.

“As for you, I won’t take any house points.”

Predictable.

“But I’ve written to your parents.”

I froze.

My parents—who represented just a blip in the long history the Y/L/N family of pureblooded Slytherins and yet championed the legacy with every movement—would soon know. As I looked into Snape’s glittering eyes, I knew he’d told them everything and knew the magnitude of punishment I’d be receiving. His grin widened as I remained still as a statue. Not only did he know, he relished it. “You’re dismissed.”

Snape lowered himself into the chair behind his desk, taking his time as he folded his long, bony fingers.

So thoroughly unable to move, I wondered if some of the dangerous pink powder had somehow made it into my body.

“Did you hear me?” The displeasure in Snape’s voice sounded like the cracking of a whip, and like a frightened mare, I stirred into action.

“Yes, sir, goodnight, sir.” I swiftly knelt to grab my gloves and put them on before dumping the spines in my mortar into the box again.

It wasn’t until I was pulling the dungeon door open that I remembered George, my fear only increasing.

But instead of George awaiting me, it was the cantankerous caretaker, Mr. Filch. “Out of bed, are we?” he snarled, looking quite pleased.

“I w-was finishing detention!” I burst out. “I’m on my way to bed, I swear!”

“You’d better hurry then.” Chapped lips curved upwards to show yellow teeth.

I fled from the teeth, from the spines, and from the consequences of the kiss. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, horror nipping at my heels.

“Advantage,” I said quickly, and the door to the Slytherin Common Room opened. I ducked inside and ran as fast as I could towards my dormitory, not stopping until I flung myself down on my bed, burying my face in my pillow.

Merlin, what had I done?

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theresawritesstuff · 11 months ago

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I’d love to hear how Lenny and Kitty’s Hanukkah visit went if you’re up for it!

(Follow up to this one ❤️)

Midge had always loved Hanukkah growing up. It had always been one of the more low stress excuses for her family to gather together. A time full of good food and laughter. Of candlelight and snow.

She'd certainly developed a newfound fondness for the snow since a certain fateful night in November.

Her hand went absently to her still yet unchanged abdomen as she watched the soft flurry falling outside her window onto the street below, eyeing every passing cab with fluttery anticipation.

“Are they here yet?” her father asked curiously.

She hadn't told him the full story. Only that Lenny and his daughter would be stopping in for a visit.

She'd break the news to her parents as to why they'd decided to spend the holiday together once the New Year rolled around…

She shook her head, dropping her hand away before he noticed. “Not yet. Soon though, I'd imagine. I'll let you know.”

Her father chuckled. “I imagine it will be fairly obvious,” he replied, patting her shoulder before returning to his book.

He didn't end up getting much quiet time before there was a knock at the door, a snow dusted Lenny standing on the other side with a bag of presents in one hand, and the tiny mitten clad hand belonging to his daughter in the other.

“Hi,” he greeted with a hesitant smile.

“Hi,” she smiled in return, welcoming them inside.

He looked good.

Tired still, but good.

She hadn't realized until then just how much she'd been looking forward to seeing him again.

Their calls had been nice over the last month or so, but nothing quite compared to seeing him face to face.

Lenny remembered himself, glancing down at the little girl by his side. “Uh, this is Kitty. Kit, this is Daddy's friend Midge I told you about.”

“It's nice to meet you,” Kitty said, gazing up at her shyly from under a little pink hat.

Dear lord she was adorable.

“It's very nice to meet you too,” Midge replied, bending down to her level. “I love your hat.”

Kitty's face lit up. “Daddy took me shopping before we left. He said you really like hats.”

Midge fought back a smirk as Lenny squirmed a bit. “It's true. I have a closet full to prove it too. Maybe later you could try on a few, if you like.”

Kitty's smile grew even brighter. “Really?”

“Sure. Why not? I love any excuse to play dressup.”

“Okay.” Kitty nodded excitedly.

“Okay,” Midge repeated with a laugh before schooling her expression. “Now Kitty, I have a very serious question for you…”

The little girl swallowed, listening intently.

“Do you like latkes?” Midge asked, a smile breaking slyly across her face.

Kitty relaxed, bobbing her head. “Uh-huh!”

“Would you like to make some? I thought that might be a fun thing we could all do together,” the comedienne offered, glancing over her shoulder briefly. “My kids are around here somewhere too.”

“Sure! But don't put Daddy in charge of frying,” Kitty warned.

Midge arched a brow at Lenny as she stood back up.

Lenny scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I uh…I tried making them one year. Ma was busy. They got a little burnt.”

She put a comforting hand absently on his arm, assuring Kitty “Happens to the best of us. But don't you worry. I'm a latke expert.”

Remembering herself, she pulled away, remarking brightly “You guys are probably famished! We should get started.” She turned to call down the hallway “Kids? Come say hi to Lenny and Kitty!”

Small footsteps soon thundered down the hall, bringing her son in to greet them.

“Goodness!” she laughed at the sudden entrance. “Lenny, Kitty, this is–”

“Hi I'm Ethan!” her son interrupted with a chipper grin.

“Hi,” Kitty greeted shyly, giving the boy a little wave.

“Do you like comic books? I've got the latest Wonder Woman issue if you want to read it,” he offered.

“Oh. Um, okay sure,” Kitty smiled.

Ethan led her back into the living room to show off his collection.

“And they're off,” Midge chuckled.

“Seems like a nice kid,” Lenny replied.

“He is. He's got a good heart.”

Midge looked down, finally taking full notice of the bag of gifts in his hand.

“Can I help you with that?” she offered.

“Oh, right!” Lenny handed it to her awkwardly, taking the opportunity to remove his coat. “Didn't want to show up empty handed. Just a few little things for the kids mostly.”

“I'm sure they'll love whatever you brought,” she assured him, smiling softly. “I'm…I'm glad you could make it.”

“Me too.” He hesitated for a moment before leaning in to kiss her cheek, hovering a little closer when she didn't pull away. “It's good to see you. You look good.”

“For a woman in my condition,” she quipped quietly. “You look good too.”

“Sure,” he laughed. “For a woman in my condition.”

She shook her head fondly, feeling a flush creep across her skin as they settled into their familiar banter.

Things had been good between them over the phone, keeping each other updated, enjoying each other's company from opposite coasts, but she couldn't help but wonder if it would feel different once they were in the same room again.

If the spark would still be there or if the reality that she was pregnant with his child would shatter the magic between them.

But standing here with him now…

Well in a way it was different, and yet exactly the same.

She still felt that same gravity pulling her closer to him.

She just didn't feel the need to fight it anymore.

And maybe it was just that they'd been talking more or that part of her was still an optimist but Lenny, for his part, seemed more open. Less guarded and more…well she couldn't quite say what. But it looked good on him.

It almost looked like hope.

Esther wandered in, carrying a book that was as large as her torso, hugging it to herself as she peered up at the adults. “Hi.”

“Hello,” Lenny greeted, pulling back to a more respectable distance at getting caught staring for probably a bit too long. “You must be Esther.”

“Yeah... I guess when I'm older I could change it if I want,” the little girl reasoned dryly.

Lenny fought back a laugh, blown back by the unexpected remark. “I'm Lenny. It's nice to meet you.”

Esther looked him over with eyes more astute than her years, before finally juggling her grasp on her book to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

Looking up at her mother, she commented “He sounds dif’went than I thought.”

“Oh?” Midge wondered, fighting a laugh.

Instead of offering an explanation the little girl just shrugged. “Are we gonna eat soon?”

“Soon. Go get your brother and Kitty and meet us in the kitchen.”

Turning back to Lenny when Esther had gone she ventured, “So. You ready to meet my parents again?”

Lenny chuckled, still getting over Esther’s unintended wit. “Third time's a charm?”

“Sure,” Midge nodded, leading him into the apartment before fully processing his statement. “Wait, what?”

Somehow they managed not to burn a single latke.

Even more impressive, they managed to eat all of them. Midge had prepped enough potatoes to feed an army.

And he should know. He'd had his fair share of mess hall duty back in the Navy.

Lenny smiled softly to himself as he watched the snow out the window later that evening, enjoying the quiet.

The kids had declared themselves best friends before the first latkes even hit the oil and practically demanded to have a sleepover as part of the night.

Abe and Rose had gone out to the theater shortly after dinner.

Leaving just him and Midge to hold down the fort for the evening.

Her parents had made excuses about having bought their tickets before they knew Lenny would be coming but he had his suspicions to the contrary.

Either way he was grateful for the chance at some alone time.

Looking out at the river now, the city lights sparkling across the icy surface, he couldn't help but think he hadn't given this view a proper appreciation last time he'd been here.

But then a lot of things had changed since he'd been here last.

He hadn't been sure how he would feel about being back in New York after having been ready to leave it all behind only a month before.

But now that he was back–now that he was with her, he realized, it felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

He could admit it to himself now that seeing Midge at the airport that day had saved him from a very dark road.

And while he still had a number of obstacles yet to overcome, they felt less daunting than they had before.

Because she'd been there to help him start to turn things around.

Because she thought he was someone worth helping. Believed he wasn't a lost cause.

And if she could believe that even after everything that had happened between them… Well maybe he could believe it a little bit too.

Midge walked in to join him, rubbing the last bits of her hand cream in.

“I swear I feel like always wreak of potatoes for days after squeezing them out like that,” she chuckled, inspecting her hands self-consciously.

Lenny smirked. “Who knows, there might be a market for that. You could have your own perfume line someday.”

“Everyone's gotta have a retirement plan,” she quipped, taking a seat on the couch. “The kids certainly enjoyed their presents.”

Lenny nodded. “I don't think Kitty is going to let that Barbie you got her out of her sight.”

“She's a sweet girl,” Midge smiled. “I'm glad you could bring her.”

“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

He gazed at her a moment in the lamplight.

Taking her in.

Gathering his courage.

“I um…I got you a little something too, you know,” he ventured, coming slowly to join her.

“Oh?”

She raised a curious brow, those expressive eyes of hers sparkling.

He'd missed those smiling eyes.

“Well, two somethings,” he clarified. “You get to pick which one you want.”

She blinked, confusion coloring her smile. “I don't get both?”

“That depends…”

“On what?” she wondered.

“On your answer.”

He pulled the ring box he'd been carrying from inside his jacket pocket, setting it down still closed on the coffee table in front of her.

“Oh…” she breathed.

“I've thought about it a lot, Miriam,” he informed her, sitting down but still keeping a respectable distance. “About you. Us… I'm a better man when you're in my life. You make me want to be better. You certainly deserve a hell of a lot better than me but…if you'll have me? Because I'd like to try to be worthy of you, pregnant or not. I've loved you for a very long time now and I would happily worship at your alter for the rest of my days. If you'll let me.”

Midge stared dumbstruck at the unexpected little box, her heart racing.

She'd hoped someday they might– but she told herself not to expect anything. He had so much on his plate already. She didn't want him to feel like she was another obligation. But she had hoped all the same...

At her silence, he added gently “You don't have to answer right away. Just know that I'll still be there for you–both of you–no matter what you decide.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice catching in her throat as tears pricked her eyes. “God, Lenny yes, Yes!”

A watery laugh escaped her as she dabbed her eyes, trying to save her makeup.

“Gah! You know you're not supposed to make the pregnant lady cry. Kind of rule number one.”

Lenny chuckled, his own eyes looking a little misty as he reached for her, wiping a tear with his thumb as he caressed her cheek. “Sorry sweetheart. I'll try to avoid it in the future.”

Midge smiled, kissing him tenderly. “That future sounds pretty nice.”

His arms encircled her as she recaptured his lips, pulling her closer until she was comfortably settled in his lap, the two of them getting lost in the embrace.

Being in his arms like this again, finding a love like his was something she never thought she'd get.

She'd convinced herself that no man could possibly love every part of her, could be willing and ready to accept her, to love her as both a comic and as a woman.

But Lenny did. She could always be her whole self with him, right from the start.

That night in that very blue room had been one of the best nights of her life.

She'd thought she'd lost her chance at ever having that again after Carnegie Hall.

So to have him here now, holding her like this, telling her he loved her, promising her a future for both them and their child… Well it felt nothing short of miraculous.

But then again it was a time for celebrating miracles.

And finding Lenny after she thought her life had fallen apart was nothing short of a miracle.

She smiled against his lips, pulling away to catch her breath and rest her forehead against his.

“So are you gonna open the box or do I have to do it myself?” she teased breathlessly.

He smirked, shifting to grab it without dumping her off his lap, opening it as he offered it to her. “I guessed at the size. We can get something else if–”

“It's perfect,” she insisted, taking it in.

The diamond was modest in size, more suited to her hand than a larger stone would have been, accented with two small sapphires on either side that caught the light just so.

She carefully pulled the ring from the box to slip it on her finger.

It was a perfect fit.

She swallowed, grinning as she held her hand up, admiring it in the light for him to see.

“Here's hoping my fingers don't swell too much,” she quipped.

He hugged her tighter, kissing her temple. “If they do, you can borrow mine,” he promised.

She hiccuped an undignified laugh, snuggling in closer, kissing his jaw. “How considerate.”

“Figured it's the least I can do.”

She turned to face him more fully. “I love you Lenny. I know it's a bit of an odd time to say that for the first time, but I do. I hope you know that.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “I wasn't entirely certain but when you said you intended to have my love child I felt I had a little room to hope.”

She shook her head, pulling him in for another kiss.

“Still, it's nice to hear,” he murmured.

“Yes it is,” she agreed.

His hand cupped her cheek tenderly as he looked into her eyes, reminding himself this was real.

“I love you, Miriam Weissman.”

“I love you, Lenny Bruce.”

A grin he couldn't quite contain broke across his face as he hugged her close, tucking her head under his chin. “Yup. Very nice to hear.”

“Indeed,” Midge murmured, enjoying the cuddle.

After a moment, she added jokingly “Can I have my other present now?”

Lenny barked the laugh that had quickly become her favorite as he fumbled in his jacket for another present. “Here.”

She unwrapped the little rectangle he placed in her hands, revealing a pink notebook monogrammed with the letter M in the corner.

She was glad to see there was still room for another initial if she wanted to add another.

She pressed her lips together, trying to hold back a giggle.

“What?” he wondered.

She shook her head, turning to pull a very similarly shaped parcel from the drawer of the end table beside the couch, handing it to him.

He unwrapped it carefully, unveiling a notebook bound in blue.

Raising a brow he peeked inside the cover, finding her carefully practiced scrawl.

“For all your funny things to say. Dad jokes included. Love, Midge,” he read aloud.

“Depraved minds think alike?” she shrugged.

“Something like that,” he murmured affectionately. “Happy Hanukkah.”

“Happy Hanukkah.”

She cuddled into his side, watching the candlelight dance against the window pane, enjoying the quiet closeness they'd carved out for themselves.

“You know what?” she murmured.

“Hm?”

“I think we're starting to figure it out.”

He smiled, kissing the top of her hair, threading his fingers with hers over her stomach.

And for once, he actually felt good thinking about the future.

“Maybe we are.”

#Midgelenny #midge x lenny #tmmm fic #Prompt fill #Hanukkah ficlet

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mikalame · 1 year ago

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Can you make a manzini oneshot?

Pick of the litter

Manzini oneshot- lol i havent written for him in AGESSS im trying to at least get one story out a weekend soooo yeah

Tag:@oppopotamus@saumspam@adissonsss@violentnewmarley

"Baby this house is so quiet when you're away, could we maybe get a pet- not anything too big but maybe like a cat?" you beg your boyfriend. This had been the 3rd time this week having this conversation and you could tell Kristoffer was getting annoyed.

"____ how many times do i have to tell you, we just don't have enough time to look after one- having a pet is a big responsibility and i just dont think we're ready okay" he groans tilting his head to make eye contact with you. His eyebrows scrunched together in an unfamiliar way, this has been the first disagreement in your guys relationship, but neither of you were gonna give up.

"Oh, please Kris, I'm home all the time with work and everything and I only have to go in once a week- just" you scoff trying to find words to use other than frustrated groans and mumbles.

After a few awkward minutes of silence Manzini speaks up "Cats are expensive you know that right from food, toys and other things" "Yeah ofcourse i know that, i've counted everything up and i've already got the money put aside i was just planning on asking you then going to get her" you mumble head down.

"Her,? you already have one in mind?" he looks up, giving you his full attention now. "Well yeah, like i kinda said before i was betting on that you would agree" you look up your frustration growing by the minute.

More minutes pass and you turn the door and walk out the shared room you have, grabbing your phone from the bedside table and you go down stairs and flop onto the couch. The mood of the evening being the complete opposite of what you were planning.

Flipping through the photos on your phone of the kitten litter you were supposed to be picking from and then bringing home the one you wanted instead you get a text from the person planning on selling it to you asking if you were still keen on looking. Opening up the app and typing up the first couple words of the sentence you didn't want to send you hear your boyfriend speak from the hallway.

"Thought you wanted a cat?" he questions, looking at your slumped behaviour on the couch "Yeah but you don't seem to think it would be good fit for the house so no we're not getting a cat" you scoff rolling your eyes thinking about how stupid it was of him to say that.

Arms wrap around your waist and pull you off of the couch. "KRISTOFFER BOLVIG HYLDGAARD YOU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT" you yell having up to here with him. "Nah, we're going to get a cat baby," he teases, opening the door and walking you to the car in a bridal carry.

"What?'' Your anger diminishes and confusion takes over as Kristoffer buckles you into the car and turns the engine on, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.

"Wait so this is for real-like were actually getting a kitten" you ask, still sceptical about the whole ordeal but keen nonetheless. "Yes baby, can you google maps the location of where the cat is? I'm not too familiar with these roads yet" Kristoffer jokes, one hand on the steering wheel other on your leg.

"OMG, we're actually getting a kitten! ahhhhh!" you scream in excitement quickly whipping out your phone and google mapping it. Kristoffer and you giggle excitedly about adding a new member to your family, you talk about family photos and what Christmas gift you are going to get her.

As your car pulls up the driveway you're met with a sweet old lady and a small little girl beside her holding a cat crate and some other goodies. The little girl sees your car pull up and tugs on her grandmas dress.

Stepping out the car gave you a new rush of excitement as this was happening right now, the little girl looking at you with a hint of nervousness before stepping over and introducing herself.

"Uhm, im Lizzie uhm- do you want a kitten" she asks lifting her head up slightly, "Oh Lizzie come here love- you too as well come along" The the lady says waking over to the box in the garage where you assume that the kittens are in there.

Lizzie grabs Kristoffres hand and pulls you toward the garage, her initial shyness gone and is now hopping around excitedly while Kristoffer and you look at the kittens they have.

"So i've named them all but you don't have to keep the names- so that one that's Sunny, this little black and white one is Storm, and that full white one is Crystal" Lizzie rambles on about the names of each one but the one that stood out the most to you the most was the kitten you fell in love with when you was the advertisement it was the kitten with dark grey spots that looks like a cheetah pattern and was rolling around the box.

"How about this one?" You say pointing at the small kitten, seeing how she looked back at you. Her big doe eyes contrast heavily with the sharp pupils that blew out and were big full moons now.

"Is this the one you saw online? '' he giggles, reaching over to pat her but she ends up biting his hand with her little sharp teeth. Lizzie continued on talking before noticing you were looking at one in particular.

"Oh that one is so cute, i named her Cutie because well she is cute, would you like to take her home with you?" she asks, waiting for your guy's response then skipping off when you both nodded at her with smiles on your faces.

You reach over and slowly lift Cutie out the box as she paws at you trying to get you to let her go but it comes to no avail as she locks eyes with you before and deep purr rumbles through her chest, licking your hand softly with her rough tongue.

Kristoffer gets up and pays for the kitten, talking to Lizzie and she tells him the likes and dislikes of cutie, how she only likes warm milk and loves cuddles and how she sits in the sun and lays there forever. She hands Krisoffer the kitten crate and the goodies as well before kissing Cuties head goodbye with a soft but enthusiastic hug.

As Kristoffer and Cutie hop in the car and buckle up, you hold onto her tightly as Kristoffer backs the car up. Lizzie watches you from the garage waving wildly with a big smile etched onto her face. Sticking your arm out the window, you wave back at her with a small smile on your face.

"So what made you agree to this?" You are still unsure about why Kristoffer was okay with this when not even an hour ago he was arguing against it. "I think having you around more is much more important than me holding my ground, plus now you won't be so lonely" he laughs and you giggle playing with Cutie the whole way home.

HOPE YOU MANZINI LOVERS ENJOYEDDDDD

#manzini #manzini x reader #manzini fluff

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fangirlstorycreator · 1 year ago

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The Legend Of The Lost Princess ♡ Chapter 16

"Oh man I feel full!" Jareth says almost out of breath, with his hand on his stomach and an uncomfortable look on his face. "Noone said you needed to eat that much" "Your right, but at the same time it shouldn't have gone to waist Cael" "Eh? I suppose you have a point" Everyone including you and Taligaro were quite happy and full of boar meat as your all sat around the flickering fire. The smell of a fire was always wonderful, and the heat hit you in little waves. "Well then" Logan said "It seems our quest begins tomorow. Just as soon as were out of this wood, and straight on to the many dangers ahead of us. It will be interesting moving and fighting along side of you all" "I agree" said Blackwall "I have to say though, it does make a change having a skilled woman amongst us" he said right before they all face you. "Thanks Blackwall. I'm not as skilled as you may think, but I'll certainly try my best" "Bullsh#t" "Excuse me?" "Dont give me that bullsh#t, you took out a basalisk"

Jareth nods his head and smiles excitedly "Yeh! Yeh I remember that, how did you do it again? We only heard the jist of the story earlier. Come on tell us!" "Its not as entertaining as you might think" Cael nods his head with a sympathetic look "Isn't that for us to decide? Come on, it one of the most dangerous creatures anyones ever known, and your the only one who has not only faced one, but killed it too" Letting out a sigh, you know their not going to let up. "Alright I'll tell you. So the first thing I did was research the basalisk, it wasn't easy, all i had to go on were little scribbles and sightings from other people. That's how I was able to know what it could do. I learned that if it looked directly into your eye, it will kill you, so my first thought was to take its eyes out, thus removing the main obstical"

"That makes sense" Logan replied. "So, knowing that, I prepared the right weapons I would need, and I headed to the cave it lived in. My main goal was to get this little boy out, there was a notice for the basalisk, but this mans son was taken by it" "So someone put a bounty on the basalisk?" Asked Cael. "Yeh, and you'll be interested to know, it was by the very man sat next to me" you say looking over at Taligaro, causing him to smirk at you. "You put up the notice? How come you didnt do it yourself? You have an army dont you?" Blackwall asks him. "Yeh...the thing is that we had no idea how to approach the basalisk, we had no knowledge on how it behaved or how to approach it without resulting in the death of my men. I decided to post the notice in hopes of someone who could help. Thankfully, that's where Y/N came in" "You didnt help me out with your info straight away though, did you Tal?" "Your right, I didn't. I'll be truthfull I hadn't seen a female warrior before and I wanted to make sure you had the skills to take it on"

Blackwall smirks and scoffs "So what did you do to test her?" "I challenged her to a duel, a fire coated sword with blindfolds around our eyes. It's what I use with new recruits to test their strength and skills" "And how did that work out with Y/N hear?" You giggle and hide your face a little, and Taligaro cant help but chuckle at your reaction. "She kicked my ass. Noone in my army has managed to win against me when we do the fire blade test, and yet, she did" "Nicely done Y/N" "Thanks Blackwall" Jareth interrupts and says "So? The basalisk?" "Oh yeh right, so I went into its cave and saw the young boy, he was able to tell me how close the basalisk was behind me. And just when it was about to strike, I dodged it and climbed onto it's back, putting both my little blades into its eye sockets" Jareth and Logan look a little queasy, Cael raises his eyebrows and Blackwall just looks really impressed.

"Once I blinded it, I was able to look at it without an instant danger, and as I moved around the cave trying to make as little noise as I could, it went in for a bite, which was when I grabbed a large blade ran it right through its mouth to the top of its head. Once me and the boy were safe, I cut off its head and brought it back to collect on the notice" "Wow!" Cael says "Your one hell of a woman" You smile back in thanks, then both Logan and Jareth start to look very tired and sleepy. "I think it's best if we all get some sleep, we have a long day tomorow" "I agree Y/N" Taligaro responds. Everyone heads to there designated tents and pretty much falls straight to sleep. Your just taking your shoes off outside your tent, when Taligaro approaches you. "Hey Y/N" "Hey Tal, you ok?" "Yeh I'm fine, I just wanted to say goodnight" "That's kind of you. Goodnight Tal" "Goodnight Y/N" He walks away and back towards his tent, you both sneak little glances at eachother before he headed inside. Then you make your own way into your tent. It's small, but just enough for you to get nice and comfortable, it keeps warms surprisingly well too. The fire light was slowly going down outside, and by the time it was a small flicker, you had drifted off to sleep.

During the night, you started to toss and turn, something was causing you to feel uncomfortable and scared. You could see yourself as an adult, standing by the door way of your mothers bedroom, it was blurry, but it felt so real. You see your father with a bottle of red liquid, pouring it into your mothers mouth as she slept. You screamed out for him to stop, but there was no noise coming out, and you couldn't move either, it was like your legs were glued to the spot, but all you wanted to do was stop your father and help your mother. She took the poison, and turned pale within a few seconds, that's when your father turned in your direction. His voice was distorted, but you could make out the words clearly "You've escaped me for now....but I will....FIND YOU!" His last words were screamed at you, causing you to wake up out of your nightmare, sitting up straight in your tent with your heart racing and sweat on your brow. You tried to calm your breathing down, and slowly it went back to normal. Knowing it was just a bad dream, you lie back down, and hold onto your mothers neclace around your neck, eventually being able to fall asleep once again.

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #general taligaro #general taligaro x reader

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all-the-little-things91 · 1 year ago

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The First Chapter

I spent the first eight years living a very different life to the one I eventually came to love in America. As a carefree kid, growing up in the country that gave birth to me was everything I could have wanted and more. As far back as I can remember, I knew that my fellow countrymen were given a special gift by being born of the land where, if you were hungry, you could pick fruit from your neighbor’s fruit tree and be fed.

A land where you were never cold because there were no winters, there were only two climates, hot and rainy. A kid could play her days away, dreaming of life and a country that she had yet to know firsthand, but her innermost thoughts are for this country where her loved ones keep leaving her to travel to.

Her favorite and beloved uncle has left her to go and seek his fortune because the people of her first country believe that this mysterious place, this beacon on a shining hill, has milk and honey flowing in the streets. One must reach out and catch some of their own to live like a king or a queen.

Now, the intrusive thoughts in this little girl’s head are stuck on repeat. This is an unexpected amendment to her life story. She replays the newly formed memory as she lays on the bench on her porch because it is too hot to play in the summer sun today. She's in the living room with some of her extended family. There are cousins everywhere! This is movie night, and because not everyone in her extended family has a TV of their own, her house is full of people, laughing, talking, and eating, but hardly doing the thing that they were gathered in her home to do, which is watch the movie, oh well! It was a boring movie anyway.

The phone rings, and her mother answers. She can hear happiness in her mother's voice and see the joy that overtakes her mother's face. It was a brief call, and after her mother hangs up the phone, she spun around to find her daughter's curious face staring at her. Her mother shouts excitedly to tell her they are some of the lucky ones. We are going to a new home; her mother says as she hugs her, overjoyed with happiness. That wonderful, magical country that she knew only through television. America is a land of plenty and a home of easy living, she thought. At least, that's what all the TV shows she watched led her to believe. Life was great!

America is their new destination. My mother answered the call about us getting approved for our visas to visit America. This memory swims in the little girl's head, making her slightly dizzy with excitement and possibility but, most of all, hope. She hopes that her new life in America will be as good as the one she has now, and hey, if she becomes a princess or a queen along the way, could that be so bad? Did she dream of this very thing happening? Yes! Did she wish and hope for it? Yes!

She heard from her mother that this transition would be hard and life would never be the same, but she did not pay attention to any of the warnings. This new adventure was to be the most significant chapter in her life. The little girl did not care that they were leaving the only home she had known thus far. Or that she was unfamiliar with her relatives in America except her favorite uncle. A new family just meant new friends. She just knew that life was going to be good, so nothing else mattered. To know this story is to know her story, too. She was going to be one of the lucky ones who got to travel across the ocean and become an American. Nothing could dampen her happiness as it soared to new heights.

There were only a few months left in her homeland, and they flew by; with all that had to be done to prepare to start a new life in a different country with her two daughters, the little girl’s mother was busy. Caught up in the preparations, she forgot to check in with the little girl to see if everything was fine. Had she done this, then the mother would have found out that despite her happiness, there was creeping fear and trepidation in the little girl's heart because she now realized that her life was never going to be the same.

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awnzzny · 1 year ago

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Yeonjun FanFiction

Group project - Unedited

Scene takes place in a common area at a community college. There are square tables with seats of 4, couches around coffee tables, and even a bean bag sitting area. Large windows bring in sunlight. Majority of the seats are taken. There are students walking around finding places to sit. Their table is close to the entrance. Daniel (aka Yeonjun) is sitting across from the girl.

She is in their group - what are the odds? As she sits across the table from him, he takes this opportunity to sneak looks. She isn’t frowning or glaring as usual instead she seems elsewhere in her mind. I wonder what she’s thinking.

“Daniel!” He hears a familiar voice call. He looks passed the girl in front of him and sees a petite girl with pink bob hair skipping towards their table. Katy. “I’m so happy we’re in the same group!” She jumps excitedly. “We’ll definitely ace this project!”

Katy sits next to the seat closest to him. “I already made a list of topics to discuss and summarized research. It’s even color coded by preference.” She takes out a packet of papers from her bag and hands out one to each. As she turns to hand it to the next person, Katy pauses. “Oh I didn’t know you were in our group. Hi, I’m Katy. You’re Ariel, right?” She pronounces her name like “aerial.” Katy sticks out her hand for a handshake.

The girl across him takes a moment to leave her thoughts and blankly stares at the pink-haired girl.

“It’s Arielle.” (Ari-el) Daniel softly corrects, then clears his throat. She prefers Ari though, he thinks to himself. Ari glances at him. He looks away a second he makes eye contact. He can feel the blood rushing to his ears. Dammit.

“Right! My bad. Arielle.” Katy overly emphasizes the “elle” with a heavy accent. “I love it! It’s Hebrew for Ariel, right?”

Ari shrugs and ignores Katy’s hand. She takes the packet, doesn’t even look at it, and returns to her thoughts.

As Katy drills on about the project, Daniel takes the opportunity to observe Ari. She’s deep in her thoughts as if her mind has left her body. Her face was expressionless. Did she stop breathing?

This is the closest he has ever been able to admire her face. She was naturally pretty, no make up, no pores, wrinkles, or any imperfections. How is that even possible? Is this what people mean by “porcelain skin,” Daniel thought to himself. Speaking of porcelain, Ari definitely isn’t fragile. She’s on the lean, muscular side - is that even a proper description? - she definitely seems fit. Not that he’s ever ogled her body. He would never - what is he joking, he has definitely checked her out more than once, respectfully.

What really held his attention was her eyes, big almond shaped, dark brown eyes. Her eyes are so dark, it’s almost black. As he continued to stare, all he can think about is what was on her mind. He wanted to know her every secret she held behind those eyes. Expressionless yet so full of mystery. And-

Ari felt someone staring at her. When she looks, she notices the boy across from her. Harry- wait where is Harry? She was confused for a moment. This is the scene where she gets acquainted with Harry, the shy lonely boy who’s meant as her love interest. But this isn’t him. It’s a totally different guy, a very cute guy. Stop, no, this isn’t how the story usually goes. Maybe a new character was added? But it’s been years, or at least what felt as such, since any major changes have been made.

She searches around the common area to see if she spots Harry, but no tall curly hair scattered tattoo boy in sight. Odd, did the author change her love interest? But why now? And who is this person in front of her? As she turns her attention to him, she notices something else. Or should she say what she doesn’t notice… his emotions. She can’t sense the guy’s emotions. She’s always been able to sense what Harry’s feeling. Maybe this guy isn’t a new love interest… perhaps the scene changed?

As Ari closes her eyes, she opens herself to her surroundings. Every emotion in this hall floods in. For a second she feels herself losing her grip, then as quickly as it came, she closes herself off. As expected, she was able to feel everyone’s feelings and desires. Everyone, but him. She opens her eyes and she catches him yet again staring at her. This time he doesn’t look away. His eyes are brown, cat-like. He’s cute, but holds a fierceness to his eyes. Just below his right eye (her left) is a small moe and underneath his right eyebrow, a small scar. He has a small face and plump lips. He’s actually more pretty than cute. His skin light with a hint of sun kissed glow. He’s thin yet lean. The Author really needs to come up with better descriptions. Are you running an online fan-fiction here?

He has a long, delicate neck. The shirt he’s wearing is oversized which shows off a bit of his collarbones. Was it mentioned how delicate and inviting his neck is? No! Ari, get a grip on yourself. As she slowly moves her eyes away from his neck, she focuses on his lips. At this moment, he gulps. She looks back at his eyes and this time he looks down. She can see the red creeping up to his ears. Oh, he’s nervous.

Of course he’s nervous. He can feel her eyes on him, observing every inch of his face. Her stare is captivating. It took every ounce in him to look away. He wonders what she’s thinking. He also wonders if he has anything on his face.

#yeonjun #fanfic #txt #yj #choi yeonjun #fantasy

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phantomswolf · 10 months ago

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OKAY GOOD EVENING IM AWAKE NOW

ITS TIME FOR THE STORY SO SIT DOWN OR STAND UP OR WHATEVER im personally laying down coz i have a stomach ache. i’ll also be sharing the gender fuckery for the whole queer image

ANYWAY

ITS LONG SO HERE’S A READ MORE.

the year is 2014. mid august. i’m browsing the dash of my personal blog a bit obsessively, but that was par for the course. i had a vague understanding of queer identities, enough where one of my first ships was a gay polycule and i thought it was awesome and made sense (don’t ask me what ship unless you want a really long winded explanation, but i do still ship it today and it’s still awesome.) REGARDLESS. there there were 2 on there that i didn’t actually recognize!

being pan and aro.

now, if you know anything about me as i am today, you’d probably assume “oh, so you realized you liked every gender?”

WRONG.

I FUCKING HATED THE IDEA OF DATING SOMEONE.

However! it did clue me in on a new gender identity i hadn’t yet heard of at that point; being agender/nonbinary. but that isn’t relevant. for now.

i remember excitedly running down the stairs as SOON as i was like “THERES A WORD FOR IT.” and waking my mom the FUCK UP from her nap to tell her that i had figured out Everything. (not gonna get into how my family was growing up, just know that i wasn’t nervous about telling them at all)

so, a few months go by. in december, i decided that i was going to go by strictly they/them and that lasted… all of a month. because i opted for being GENDERFLUID BABYYYY.

now, this is where it gets fun.

i started kinda feeling like i had to be romantically interested in people (but i certainly didn’t want to). i mean, a lot of my peers began talking about it and dating at that point. it was stressful and confusing and i landed on the label demihomoromantic (SPOILER: this won’t be the last time you see this). it was particularly fun because “hey phantom, weren’t you genderfluid which direction did the homo lean if any?” WOMEN.

author’s note: a safe assumption to make from the beginning is that i was incredibly disinterested in sex. asexuality will persist throughout. i’ll let you know if that changes during this.

a few more months pass. i really didn’t know how to feel about everything and still didn’t really feel attraction. everything was so wild and confusing. i ended up winding back to being agender and aromantic until i was 15. but i will let you know, i cut my hair really short when i was 14 (my hair used to be INSANELY long, like down to my asscrack long. so that’s a fun fact)

the year was 2016. a year i hardly remember in the grand scheme of things, but at least i remember this.

the age i became trans full on! i belieeeeeve i got a binder at this point? i’m pretty sure anyway. and i fucking HATED my body. and i still HATED the idea of dating, but again. pressure. i don’t actually remember what i identified as during this time. stressed?

during this time i was full on sex repulsed. this was an incredibly noteworthy thing about myself during that time. any sexual remark made and i would PARRY that shit.

age 16. this is where it gets funky again. i kinda felt like i REALLY had to date someone. BUT AGAIN: DIDN’T FEEL ANY ATTRACTION, BUT I WAS LIKE “HUH. MEN SURE ARE COOL.” which you’ll find is relatively consistent going forward!

now, a fun thing to acknowledge here is talking about attraction and how it’s relevant to everything here. i really didn’t know what attraction felt like. i was thinking it was like when you had a friend you really liked and wanted to spend forever with. THIS IS INSANELY RELEVANT LATER SO MAKE NOTE. i had a hard time differentiating platonic feelings and romantic ones. what i was feeling here were platonic.

17. more or less the same thing as 16. not much to note here, but it was a pretty fucked up time for me. hurrah!

NOW. FOR THE BIG OL’ 18 YEAR OLD PHANTOM.

JANUARY 2020. My gender just fucking EXPLODED. so i will NOT be detailing that going forward. just know that it’s the same as it is today, but i’m more like. weird with it now.

i also decided during this time that i probably was NOT in fact aromantic. i was in fact very lonely! but still unsure of the whole romantic orientation situation.

But dear fucking god if I didn’t figure that shit out on April 26th, 2020.

why is that specific date so important?

That’s my anniversary, baby!!!

I FIGURED THAT SHIT OUT. I LIKED MEN, BUT MORE SPECIFICALLY I LIKED MY BEST FRIEND. ALL IT TOOK WAS A BORDERLINE GODDAMN BLOOD OATH.

the final verdict:

demihomo (MEN.)

man people thinking my gender identity process was weird aren’t ready for the absolute 180 that was figuring my sexuality and romantic attraction out

#i glossed over a lot but the sake of simplicity and NOT embarrassing myself shitless #there were times where i identified as akoiromantic (feeling attraction but not wanting it reciprocated)#i also identified as pan or bi a few times #and i glossed over the gender fuckery there was a lot of demiboying going on and then an instance of the elusive demigirl #i had a whole gender crisis while i first listened to nirvana’s hit song smells like teen spirit #and man that was a weird time #anyway thats all i care to tell about my queer adventure

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juuuuliee · 3 years ago

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Broken promises

A/N: so... this is my first story I'm posting, so please don't be so hard on me hahaha... Constructive criticism is of course welcome! I'm working on a masterlist and other stories, so stay tuned if you'd like. I'm sorry if there are some logic and/or grammar mistakes - as I said, this is my first story. I hope you like it, have fun reading! See you soon :)

Pairing:young!Sirius Black x Reader

Genre:a lot of angst, a bit of fluff

Warnings:angst, family problems, relationship problems, jealousy.

Y/N felt bad. Not the kind of bad that makes you want to throw up, more like your stomach was knotting up and that queasy, uncomfortable feeling was getting bigger.

The common room had long been pitch black and only the fire, which was slowly dying away, gave off a small pleasant glow, but it barely reached the sofa where she was curled up.

He had promised. He had promised to be there and yet she had not seen him since lunch in the Great Hall.

Anger and disappointment kept bubbling up inside her, but she tried to ignore those feelings as worry about him grew and slowly took over.

What if something really happened to him?

Before she could think any more about it, she heard a creak and pulled up. The portrait door swung open and the fat lady could be heard cursing behind Sirius, who came stumbling into the common room, but stopped abruptly when he saw his steady girlfriend on the sofa.

"Y/N?" he asked, startled, looking at her with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Damn it, Sirius, where have you been?" she started, realising that the worry was just giving way to the anger that was rising at the sight of him.

"I was at the lake...well...it was someone's birthday from Hufflepuff and I thought...I could go...what did I do wrong, Love?" he told her hesitantly.

"What did you do wrong, Mister? I don't know, everything I think!" Y/N scolded back, theatrically throwing her hands in the air to express her frustration more.

"You said you were coming, Sirius! Hell, YOU even suggested we meet and still said, you’d had a ,,plan’’…I don't know if that was part of your plan, but if it was, I'm sorry, it's a shitty plan! I thought you would have hurt yourself or made it back to Filch's office."

"Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? I forgot, yeah? What do you want me to do? Invent a time reverser just so our ONE date can still happen?!" sneered Sirius, raising his own voice

"The ONE time?! Sirius I don't know if you've been counting, but this is the fourth time in a row you've forgotten or missed it!" now Y/N shouted too, at which Sirius took a step towards her, but she dodged him right back.

,,I know I'm probably overreacting, but I feel like I'm fighting for our relationship all by myself, Sirius. I'm tired of waiting for you all the time, even though I know you won't come and you probably don't even care. It just hurts, okay?" She had started crying completely now and pulled her jumper closer to her.

"Maybe it has something to do with your family problems," he interrupted angrily and raised his hand, which Y/N only looked at defiantly.

"I am who I am and that is how you should accept me, Y/N! I have apologised, what more can I do?!"

Silence.

Grey, angry eyes met e/c, staring at him with anger and disappointment.

,, "Maybe you should change your priorities if some Hufflepuff chick's party is more important than your own girlfriend, Sirius!"

,, "And maybe you should lower your expectations. You're not the most important person to me damn it!"

Ouch. It felt like Sirius had stuck a knife in your back and was very, very slowly turning it around.

"I didn't mean it, Y/N," Sirius said with a roll of his eyes, avoiding Y/N's hurt gaze and focusing more on her shoes.

,, "Yes you did and you know it very well!"

Sirius groaned and you could literally feel the anger bubbling up inside him again and he had to pull himself together very hard not to yell at her again. In the end, however, his temper won out: "You know what? I'm leaving! I'm tired of this kindergarten and this... this kind of you, Y/N."

"Fine!"

"Great!"

,,Fantastic!" sobbed Y/N, but Sirius barely heard it as he stomped up the stairs to his dorm.

Y/N sat back on the couch, exactly in the place where she had been sitting twenty minutes ago and everything was still "fine".

Had he broken up with her?

She didn't know, but she knew it hurt..., it hurt like hell. There was a hole in her heart and it felt like she was losing her boyfriend, who was moving further and further away from her into the mist, so that all she could see was his outline, not even looking back at her. She wanted to reach out to him, to run after him, but something that must have been her own pride pulled her back and tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault.

But she didn't trust that voice. If only she had stayed calmer... Maybe she could have talked to Sirius calmly about her feelings and thoughts....

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"Y/N, wake up!" a voice called at her ear and Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Lily.

,, Lily, please! Let me sleep..." she muttered and turned around to avoid the red-haired witch.

"Forget it! It's Saturday...Hogsmead day," Lily purred excitedly.

"No!"

„Oh come on, Y/NN. We're going to Honeyduks and stock up on chocolate! James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are coming too, it'll be fun!", Lily tried to convince her, but Y/N just shook her head.

"I don't want to see him." "Who?" "Sirius." Lily furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, but quickly understood, "Did you two have a fight?" Y/N merely nodded her head and buried her face in her pillow.

"What was it about?" asked Lily, stroking soothing circles on Y/N's back to get the young witch to speak.

"He missed another date and was at some Hufflepuff party. I was so mad at him...I said things I didn't mean and so did he...His temper won of course...I don't know, it all just escalated. I don't think he wants to see me either." Y/N reported as she sat up and Lily nodded understandingly.

"That's bullshit. He knows he messed up, Y/N. Sirius isn't that stupid... and of course he wants to see you! Besides, it's Saturday, so if you two don't get along, you'll need some frustration food, Y/NN... chocolate! It'll be alright." Lily tried to persuade Y/N and she had to grin.

"Maybe you're right..." said Y/N hesitantly, "Of course I am!" laughed Lily and started to push Y/N into the bathroom.

,"I'm sure he'll be pleased." Repeated Lily, giving her friend a cheery smile.

Once in the Great Hall, the two girls headed for the Gryffendor table where all the Marauders were already seated. Lily gave Y/N's hand an encouraging squeeze before greeting the boys: "Hey!" she called and sat down next to James, who greeted her with a kiss. Y/N stood next to them a little indecisively before squeezing in between Peter and Remus, who greeted her with a quiet,, Hi."

She could literally feel the looks of the others lingering between her and Sirius and lowered her gaze to her plate to avoid the looks from the others and especially Sirius... unsuccessfully. She couldn't help but squint over at the black-haired boy. He had bags under his eyes and was also keeping his eyes on his plate, which was full.

Instead of chatting to the others, she followed James and Lily's relationship banter, which made her wrinkle her nose more than once... Cheesy as hell!

Fortunately, breakfast was over quickly and the group set off for Hogsmead. Sirius and Y/N were mostly quiet and only said something when asked. They all went to Honeyduks together first, where Y/N stocked up on lots of chocolate, at which Sirius just raised his eyebrows, but she avoided his questioning gaze and slipped unobtrusively over to Lily, who was sneaking a caramel into her mouth.

Are you okay?" she asked with her mouth full, eyeing her friend who was standing in front of her a little indecisively.

"He's not even looking at me, Lils... What if he broke up with me yesterday and I haven't even noticed?" whispered Y/N in panic and Lily quickly shook her head.

"He didn't break up with you... Sirius, even though this sounds weird, loves you... Even Peter can see that! Just go up to him and talk to him. But stop blaming yourself: HE messed up and stood you up, not you." She said urgently, piercing Y/N with her green eyes.

„It's okay, Lily," Y/N said, and moved away from her friend, again walking to the biscuit shelf, which was very close to her boyfriend. She looked over at him cautiously and noticed that he was peering over at her too, whereupon she quickly averted her gaze from Sirius again and pretended to analyse the biscuits on the shelf with interest.

After the group had paid for their things, they went into the Three Broomsticks. By the time they entered the pub, it was busy and noisy, making it difficult to find a table to seat them all. After a few minutes, Sirius waved the friends over, who had apparently found room at a table where two Hufflepuff girls were still sitting, giggling as Sirius sat down next to them as he grinned charmingly at them.

A wave of jealousy and frustration erupted in Y/N and she had to pull herself together not to flee the pub immediately. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek and sat down next to Remus and James, opposite Sirius and Hannah, who probably considered Sirius's forearm her own. She batted her eyelashes and obviously(!) flirted with Sirius, who happily joined in her game.

Y/N quickly looked away, unable to afford to put up with this fuss any longer. Remus unobtrusively squeezed her hand under the table and, Y/N smiled at him gratefully.

Y/N sat awkwardly at the table, not knowing what to do or say next at the sight of her steady boyfriend apparently having already found a new one. Sighing, Y/N stood up and muttered: "I'm going to get us butterbeers, okay?"

Without waiting for the others to reply, she hurried away from the table. She noticed tears forming in her eyes but immediately wiped them away and made her way to the bar where many teenagers were gathered. Desperately, she tried to make her way through the crowd and eventually managed to do so.

She didn't notice someone squeezing up behind her and pushing in next to her until that person snapped at her.

„Y/N?"

Startled, she pulled up to look into the friendly face of Amos Digorry, who was looking down at her.

Oh! Hey, Amos," she greeted her seatmate in Divination and smiled at him.

"Is everything okay with you?" he asked with his eyebrows drawn together and Y/N nodded quickly as she wiped a few remaining tears from her cheeks.

‚,Everything is great, yes," she replied and was glad when Rosmerta put the buttebeer on the counter. Y/N smiled at her in thanks before turning to Amos, "See you around, Amos." She said goodbye and hurried away.

Arriving back at the table, her eyes immediately fell on Sirius and Hannah, who were still talking to each other. Hannah giggled and Sirius seemed to be perfectly comfortable in the company of the beautiful brunette too.

Y/N knew her, she was her seatmate in Potions. As she took a closer look at her, a wave of insecurity gripped her. She had everything one imagines as 'perfect'. She was tall and thin, with a small waist and an elegant posture. She just fitted into the toxic beauty ideals that existed and Y/N hated so much. And the worst part was that there was actually nothing to not like about her. She was sweet and helpful and super nice.

Even though Y/N knew that your weight, your smile, your general appearance, how many friends you have and whether you get good grades doesn't change your worth as a person, she suddenly felt so small and superfluous that she couldn't take it anymore.

She noticed tears welling up in her eyes and stood up abruptly, causing her to bang her knee against the table.

Pained, she screwed up her face and looked at the questioning faces sitting at the table, staring at her. Great... Embarrassed, she brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and smiled consumingly, but it looked more like a 'I'm going to cry' smile.

"I- I think I forgot my... uh my- something in Honeyduks, I think... I have- so yeah... I'll go..." she stuttered awkwardly, though she realised all her friends knew she was lying.

She quickly hurried away from the table and Sirius, unable to suppress the tears in her eyes. Hastily she wiped them away, but more kept coming. She didn't notice how Lily called after her in vain and Remus got up from his seat and tried to run after her, but James pushed him back into the chair, looking hauntingly at Sirius who sat frozen. When she got to the crowded alleyway, Y/N just stumbled through the crowd and was glad when she got behind Honeydukes, where there was a path that led to the howling hut. The path was snowed in and would have been beautiful if Y/N had paid more attention. She trudged along the path until she finally arrived at the howling hut. She just stared at it and stopped in front of it. She focused on the small cracks in the wall that looked like small branches of trees moving in the wind.

She heard footsteps coming closer and closer and turned around. Sirius. His black hair was a mess and he hadn't even zipped up his jacket. He was panting and apparently out of breath when he started to speak: "I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry, yeah? You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry... Please Y/N, you have to believe me."

She said nothing and just looked at him urgently until he began to speak again: "Please say something. You can yell at me too, you can yell at me all year and the years after, but please say something." He pleaded, looking at her pleadingly as he wiped his face.

"You don't know anything, Sirius." , she started and he nodded to get her to talk further.

"You don't know how much it hurts to wait for a person that you- that you seem to love. You do know what it's like to not feel loved and- and to feel insecure... you know exactly what that feels like. And I always get so mad at the person who makes you feel that way because they hurt you! And I think I can say that I'm there for you then!" she gulped and Sirius nodded to agree with her, "But you're never there..." she sobbed, letting her tears fall again.

"I know you love me and I can't compare your family to our relationship. I feel good in your presence and- and that's how it should be... - that's how it should be! But- but it always hurts so much when you stand me up or ignore me and I don't even know what I- what I did wrong...I wasn't the one who stood you up, Sirius. It was you...and so many times!" she continued in exasperation and Sirius wasn't sure whether to let her finish or give her a hug. But before he could make a decision for himself, Y/N continued: "And today was even worse! Lily told me all the time that it wasn't my fault and now I know that it wasn't or isn't mine either. But then when you were flirting with Hannah and you-you were having such a good time, I was so sad! Why can you talk to her and have fun but not with me?! Why are you happy to see her but not me?!" asked Y/N desperately and Sirius opened his mouth to stop her from having those thoughts but she continued with a sad look: "You once promised me you would never make me feel small or insecure. You once promised to always be there for me. You once promised me that I was the "only one" and that you loved me. You promised to be there for me so many times, Sirius. But somehow you broke them all and I don't know what to do with these broken promises. I love you and that's not going to change, but I- I just don't know what to do with it when you- you hurt me so much and make me feel so insecure... So actually, you do know what that feels like...just differently." She confessed to him and completely burst into tears.

Sirius, who had tears in his own eyes, looked at her with a pained smile, which made her cry even more. He broke the distance between them and took her in his arms. He pressed her tightly against him and had to bend down to put his face in the crook of her neck. She clung to his shoulders and pressed her face into his chest to breathe in his familiar scent.

They stood like that for a while. Both crying, holding each other as close as possible. After a few minutes, Sirius slowly detached himself so he could look into her eyes.

"You don't know how sorry I am, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you! Merlin, when I think about the fact that I did it, I want to hurt myself. You're- you're- Damn, I'm not good with words!" he laughed and even Y/N had to smile a little.

,,I love you. For everything you do and for everything you say. I love you for who you are and for those little things you do for others. And I will- will never stand you up or break the promises I made to you ever again. I swear I will do my best, Y/N....and I am so grateful that you love me because I never wanted anything else in my life! You don't have to forgive me now...I understand if you don't, honestly." He said softly so she could just hear.

She smiled slightly at him and said laughing: "So if you kiss me now, it'll make things a bit better."

Sirius grinned and closed the distance between them, placing his warm lips on hers. He kissed her softly and lovingly, as if afraid to scare her away, but she didn't go. She deepened their kiss a little and sighed into his mouth.

As they kissed there like that, in front of the howling hut with dried tears on their cheeks, Y/N knew that everything would be allright again....

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bakuhoes-dumbass · 4 years ago

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Aberration - Chapter 1

MHA!Various x Fem!Reader

Thriller/Horror/Drama

Criminal!AU

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Yay, here’s the first chapter of my new AU! It might be a little slower at first but it’ll pick up the further we get into it. So I hope you like this!

Warnings: Yandere Themes, Mentions of murder, blood, felonies, bullying, swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of MHA, just this story. In no way does this reflect the characters, writers or VAs of the show/manga. MINORS DNI.

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Aberration Masterlist/Character profiles

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In this world, mutations, renamed as ‘Quirks’, are abnormal. Only about 5%-8% of the world population are known to have these so called ‘Quirks’. You are a graduate of one of the most prestigious science tech schools in the country. You’ve been selected to work for a secret scientific research facility that houses some of the most notorious criminals in the nation. Besides their crimes, what makes these individuals incredibly dangerous are their mutations. After meeting these individuals, they seem to have taking a liking to you. That should make your research and search for the cure all that much easier…

Right?

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Before you stands one of the largest facilities you have ever seen. You take a deep breath, attempting to calm your rapidly beating heart. Adjusting the strap on your bag, you make your way into the research center.

Upon entering, you gasp in wonder. The inside is huge, tall pure white walls that meet at a double paned glass ceiling. In front of you is a wall of security, stretching to accommodate the vast interior of the lobby. You walk up to the nearest security officer and give them your information. Thankfully, you were on a list and after checking you over, you're granted entrance to the building.

That's where you meet a man and a woman, both dressed in white lab coats and carrying clipboards. You bow your head to the two of them and they return the gesture.

"Ms. Y/N, I presume? My name is Shota Aizawa and this is my assistant, Momo Yaoyorozu." The older of the two speak.

You smile at the two. "Yes, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N, L/N, graduate of UA science tech. I am so happy to be here and look forward to working with the two of you."

The younger girl nods and smiles, gesturing behind the two of them. "If you would kindly follow us, we can get started."

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"Ms. Y/N, here's the list of the inmates you will be working with from this point on."

Momo hands you a clipboard containing pictures and descriptions of each individual. Your eyes scan the information on the page in front of you, your brow raising with each word you read. "There is… quite a bit of information on these individuals."

Aizawa nods. "Considering how dangerous the subjects are, it's best to have every detail we can."

You internally cringed at the term 'subject'. These were criminals, yes, but they were still living breathing people. Noone deserves to be dehumanized, no matter the reason.

Shaking your head of those thoughts, you continue to look over the notes in your hands. One in particular catches your eye. " 'Multiple counts of 3rd degree murder by reason of insanity' and yet he's only deemed as a level 4 danger?"

The doctor looks over your shoulder at the character profile. "Ah, yes. Fumikage Tokoyami. He's an interesting one, to say the least." You wait for him to continue, but seeing as it doesn't seem like he will, you gesture for him to elaborate. "Tokoyami himself is actually fairly harmless and incredibly cooperating, which is why he gets a level 4 only. However…" Aizawa looks down the hall of the facility to a door near the end. "Dark Shadow is deemed a level 9."

Your eyes shoot up in shock. "Dark Shadow? A level 9? Explain."

"Dark Shadow is his mutation. It's a completely sentient being that he harbors inside of him. Highly dangerous, more so if there is darkness." He looks back at you. "I'll let him explain the reason why he was instituted. He always prefers to explain the story himself."

The more Aizawa explains Tokoyami's situation, the more your excitement builds up, wanting desperately to meet this man. This was such an interesting mutation and you couldn't wait to hear everything he had to tell you. You take a breath to calm your childish manner and clear your throat.

"If it's alright with you, sir, I'd like-" You look down at your clipboard once again. "'Inmate 06' to be the first one I meet with."

Aizawa nods and writes something down in his notebook. "Very well. Follow me this way please."

You follow the doctor down the long white hallway, your excitement growing with each step. Along the way, you notice each door on the facility that lines either side of the stretched hall. Each door had a narrow window towards the top and a small number engraved underneath. You don't take too much notice and keep following the doctor to your destination. However, an eerie feeling makes you freeze in your tracks.

You slowly rotate your head and look at the inmate's door you stopped next to. The color drains from your face as you see two ice blue eyes peering right into yours. It felt like your breath was stolen, a hint of fear and anxiety built up within you from this intense gaze. After what felt like hours, you snap your gaze back to Aizawa and Momo, who were standing in front of a door you were also supposed to be at.

"I would highly advise you to keep cautious while you are in this facility. While we keep all inmates in cuffs that neutralize their mutations, the technology has not been 100% perfected yet and parts of their powers may leak out. That is why we have additional precautionary measures in place for each inmate." Aizawa gives you an impartial look as you walk over. "Now. The only special precaution with Inmate 06 is the lights must stay on at all times. There are no light switches in his cell, so nothing should go wrong. But like I said, always stay cautious."

You nod your head at the doctor's words and turn to face the door. Aizawa places a hand onto the keypad next to the door, scanning his prints before buzzing and opening the door. You give the man one last nod before making your way inside the room. The room itself is bare. White floors, white walls and an equally white ceiling. Nothing was in there except a desk with a chair and a bed.

On top of that bed sat a young man with the body of a human and the head of a crow. Your eyes widen in awe at the beautiful being in front of you. Tokoyami tilts his head and gives you a curious look.

"Oh. Hello, there. I've never seen you before."

The deep voice of the man shocks you. You bow your head and give the bird man a smile. "Hello, Tokoyami. My name is Y/N. I'm the new scientist at this facility. I'm here to get to know and observe you all to help further our findings for a cure. I hope we can be friends."

Tokoyami blinks. "You want to be… friends? With us?"

"Yeah, of course. Why not?" Your smile never leaves your face.

"Well, maybe because we're all… felons? The greater majority of us being murderers?"

"I truly believe everyone deserves a second chance." You gesture to the desk chair, silently asking if you could sit. The man nods and you greatly take your seat. "Now, would you ever be so kind as to answer a few questions for me, Tokoyami? I would like to get to know you a little better." You take out your pen and notebook, opening to a fresh page.

Tokoyami nods again and you give him a smile. "Just a few standard questions first. Can you please state your full name, age and date of birth?"

"Fumikage Tokoyami, age 22, October 30th."

"What is the name of your quirk and how does it work?"

Tokoyami fiddles with the quirk-cancelling cuffs around his wrists at the mention of his quirk but answers anyway. "It's called Dark Shadow. It's a fully sentient shadow that resides inside my body. It can come out when I call call it or it can show itself on it's own. But it's always connected to me and cannot be separated. It…" Tokoyami takes a breath. "It gets stronger the darker my surroundings are. So the less light, the less control I have over it. If it gets too dark, it completely takes over me, no longer under my control."

The longer you listen to him, the wider your eyes get and the more they shine in wonder. "That is incredible! To have that kind of quirk is truly fascinating!"

Hearing your words of praise would have made Tokoyami blush, if he could. He clears his throat in embarrassment. "Why, thank you for those kind words. Though, I doubt having this...quirk, as you say, is all to be impressed about."

You shake your head. "You may not think so, but really, I've never seen anything like it." You excitedly write a few things down before making eye contact with him again. "Now onto my final question of the day. Can you please tell me the reason why you are here?"

Tokoyami stays silent for a moment, staring at nothing in particular, residing in his thoughts. You clear your throat and he looks up to you. You give him a small, comforting smile and it causes Tokoyami's heart to beat harder. For some unknown reason, he suddenly feels like he can trust you with anything.

"I've been charged with multiple counts of 3rd degree murder." He sighs, recalling that day. "I was invited to a college party on a date, by someone whom I had grown quite infatuated with. I never really was one to socialize and never really had any friends. But I really liked this person, so I went. At first it was going okay, nothing too out of the ordinary. Then, the host decided that playing truth or dare was the way to go.

So my date dragged me to sit down and join them. Every time I was asked, I always chose truth. And everytime, their questions were about my appearance, my mutation. Laughing at all my answers, mocking my looks, talking about how unnatural I was. The more they asked, the more my anxiety and anger built up. But my stubbornness didn't want to show any weakness, so I stayed.

Finally, I decided to just choose dare instead. At that point, I decided that nothing could be more humiliating than what they've already done." His sharp, red eyes flickered to yours. "Oh, how wrong I was. They dared me to go into the closet with my so-called 'date'. We were shut in and from then, they decided to tell me how this whole thing was a set up, just to humiliate me. That anyone with mutations like myself should just disappear because of how disgusting we are." He spits out that word like it was rotten food. "Remember how I said Dark Shadow gains control in the dark? Well, with my anger rising and the fact that it was almost pitch black in that closet, I lost control of myself and Dark Shadow took control of me. Next thing I remember, I was standing in the middle of the college dorm party, blood painting the floors, the walls, and the entirety of my class slaughtered."

You almost dropped your pen in shock but regained your composure. You give the poor young man a sad smile. He sighs and finishes off his explanation. "I was arrested and charged with multiple counts of 3rd degree murder by reason of insanity, considering I was technically not in my right state of mind at the time."

The two of you sit there in silence, basking in all this new-found information. You close your notebook and set your pen down, facing Tokoyami directly. "Listen to me. There is nothing wrong with the way you look or your quirk. Just because it isn't the societal norm, doesn't mean it's disgusting or wrong. Remember that."

Tokoyami blinks in surprise."Um, thank you." Those were the only words he could say, as how shocked he was at what you said.

You tilt your head and stare at him. "If I may ask, would I be able to feel your head? I'm very curious as to what your feathers feel like. It would greatly help my research as well."

"Oh. U-um, yeah. Sure."

You move to gently sit next to Tokoyami, so as to not startle him too much. You slowly lift your hand and place it on his head, eyes lighting up as you card your fingers through his feathers. "Oh wow, they're so soft!"

Tokoyami's heart speeds up, his feathers ruffling at your touch. He gazes at you with something akin to admiration. No one was ever gentle with him like this before. After another few seconds, you retreat your hand, Tokoyami almost whimpering at the absence.

"Well, I better get going. I have quite a few more things to do today before my shift is over." You gather up your things and bow your head at the half bird boy. "I greatly appreciate your time and look forward to our future sessions. Have a good rest of your day!" You smile at Tokoyami before heading back to the door and signaling Aizawa to open it.

"Goodbye, Ms. Y/N. I look forward to meeting with you again." Tokoyami watches you leave his room. Once you're gone, he runs his hand through his feathers, imagining they were your fingers.

As the door closes, you turn to Aizawa who gives you a disappointed look.

"What?"

"You touched the inmate. Why in the hell would you do that?"

You place your hand on your hip and give the doctor a stern look. "I was curious about his mutation and wanted to see how it felt."

He sighs and runs a hand down his face. "We try to avoid any physical contact with any of the inmates, as it may trigger something deep within them. Remember, Y/N. Every single one of these individuals are dangerous and unstable. Any abnormal behavior could result in catastrophic consequences."

You sigh and shake your head, giving him a chaste nod. "Yes, Sir. You're right. I promise to heed your warning and modify how I work."

The doctor looks satisfied as he turns on his heel and walks further down the long hallway. You quickly follow to keep up. "Now, on to your next subject. Inmate 04, Eijiro Kirishima." You flip the page of your inmate profiles to see a picture of a red-haired man. "He is of a higher danger level, so make sure to keep your guard up. And for the love of God, under any circumstances…

Do not touch him."

~~~

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AmongUs

Summary: You decided to play AmongUs with your best friend and troll some randoms in there, what you didn’t really expect was to meet an extremely handsome stranger that has to offer you things your ex boyfriends never did.

Genre: smut, romance, No quirks looool

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors fuck off kindly), creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, forced orgasm, daddy kink, dom!Dabi, orgasm denial, praising!

I had lots of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it <3

,, Girl, you promised that you’ll come over tonight’’ you whined loudly over the phone, as your best friend Nejire told you that she won’t be able to make it, breaking your plans into tiny little pieces. Damn her childhood friend and his whole family deciding to come exactly today over, ruining your perfect evening with your best friend.

,, Yeah, but we can drink and play, doesn’t matter if we ain’t together, I’m sure he’ll like to play with us ‘’ you could almost feel her smile on the other line, and with only that you couldn’t even think about being mad at her, knowing very well how much she loves that guy. Probably in a way that no friends love each other.

,, Yeah, yeah. But girl, if you dich me tonight and let me troll people on my own, I’ll never forgive you’’ you smiled, knowing very well that she won’t do that. The two of you spend too much time playing stupid games together, drinking till you are comfortable enough to argue with strangers online, and troll the shit out of them.

Since it was weekend, and you were spending time on your own, you decided to start drinking a bit earlier. Turning on a movie, you started sipping on your wine, exchanging some texts with your best friend every now and then.

Your first glass was done way too fast, and you were already sitting in front of your computer with your forth glass beside the keyboard, and a cigarette in your right hand, texting a code to Nejire as you puffed on your cigarette.

The moment you saw one familiar and one not so familiar usernames getting into the private lobby , you smiled widely once Nejire started laughing loudly.

,, HAHAHA BITCH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT’’ she screamed, as her lover boy giggled quietly beside her, probably too shy to say anything.

,, What is wrong with Kentuckycriedfricken?’’ you asked, as you slowly tapped with your fingers over the table. Well, you weren’t so creative tonight, but you could only blame alcohol on that.

,, Why the fuck are you called TURKEY_SANDWICH’’ you added another question, not giving her a chance to answer to your first one.

,,BECAUSE I’M CARVING ONE’’Nejire screamed, and in that moment you knew very well that she drank as much as you did, if not even more. You giggled to yourself, as you watched the room getting full, some people talking, some texting in the chat and some simply waiting.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, once you saw all the people commenting START In the small chat box. There was something about it that was pissing you off, making you kick or ban anyone who writes it. This time, you were too busy laughing with your friend, and instead doing any of it, you simply started the game.

CREWMATE

You sighed in relief, taking a sip of your wine, as Nejire ran around you with her friend, singing loudly. Ignoring the two of them, you made your way to the Admin room, to swipe the card, not so surprised once you saw a crew of other players doing the same thing.

,,KENTUCKYCRIEDFRICKEN WHERE ARE YOU’’ you heard Nejire once she entered the room. Once she noticed the cyan color hiding in the crowd she hurried with her Pink character toward you.

,,Wanna watch me scan?’’ she asked, making you giggle as she just gave you the secret code, making sure you know that she’s the Impostor.

,,Nah, Imma pass’’ you said, getting out of the room. You were pretty sure she’ll win the game, since she had you and her friend on her damn side, but you did wish you could know who the other Impostor is. Ignoring her, you made your way toward the Weapons, to clear the damn Asteroids and just look for someone to play around with. These people were way too quiet for your taste.

,,Heyyyy what’s up man?’’ you almost screamed excitedly when you saw a dark blue character, hopefully a crewmate, standing there and clearing Asteroids, or you thought so. You forced your voice a pitch higher, giggling to yourself, knowing how stupid you sound.

,,Oh my god, how old are you?’’ the stranger asked. The moment you spoke, all the giggles were gone. That guys voice was so damn deep, you literally had to lit a cigarette before you decided to speak up again.

,,Old enough’’ you laughed, refusing to tell him your real age just now.

,,Older than 18?’’ he asked, as you were shooting those Asteroids, not that focused.

,, Of course’’ you gasped, rolling your eyes, like he might see you.

,, Thanks God.. Do you play Amongus often ?’’ he asked, not even knowing that his fucking voice was doing things to you.

,, Amongus is my favoire game’’ you said, finishing your task. The way he talked to you, you were almost sure that he was trying to troll you a bit there, probably thinking you are one of those uwu pick me girls.

,,Mhmm.. you’re up pretty late.. what’s your bed time?’’ he asked, and with that question you were more than sure that he was messing around.

,, Daddy beats me if I don’t go to bed at 9’’ you tried to hold your laugh, and you could almost hear the stranger doing the same thing you do.

,, Ohh, I could be your daddy and I would never do that to you ‘’ he said. In that moment, if it wasn’t for his voice, you would probably just laugh loudly and just go away. But damn, the way he said that.

,,HAHHAHA YOU CRAZY FUCK’’ You choked out, once you got out of your little dream, liking how he played along.

,, So that’s your real voice’’ he mumbled, small muffed laugh following the sentence, as you ran away from him. You didn’t hear a voice like that for a long time, and you really hoped that the dude will follow you around for the rest of the game.

Which at your surprise happened.

You were about to ask him some stupid question, but in that very moment someone found a fucking body.

,,Pink killed white and just jumped into the vent in front of me’’ some dude accused Nejire, and that’s when you knew that you have to jump in.

,, I saw Pink scan tho, so that makes you pretty sus dude’’ you lied without thinking twice. Yeah, you knew that it’s more fun if you play by the rules, and don’t team up.. but Nejire is rarely the Impostor and she’s always so damn excited when she wins.

,, Yeah, that’s Pretty sus… ‘’ your new friend said, probably believing you, since you two spent some short time together.

At the end of the short meeting, White was voted out.

You made your way to Reactor to do your task, and Nejire and her friend followed you, probably to look a bit clear to others. You hated the task you had to do, so you took your time, ignoring the loud laughs coming from your friend.

Shortly, the voice of Nejire was changed with the deep one.

,, So, what do you do usually?’’ he asked, as you tried to start the reactor. You had trouble with that task without being tipsy, so alcohol wasn’t really helping in your current situation.

,, I’m streets salesman of burgers’’ you joked, making him laugh a bit. Only to end up telling him that you are actually a student, having a mini job at the café near where you live. You weren’t even sure if his voice was making you speak up or the alcohol, but you almost found yourself telling him the story of your life.

,, Where are you going?’’ he asked you, as you made your way toward Electrical, stopping once the lights got off. You didn’t want to look sus to him, but you didn’t want to go there, since everyone knows that the first person that enters the room will end up dead.

,,Well, I wanted to go to electrical, to do my task, but not so sure about it anymore’’ you said honestly, running around him.

,, Come on, I’ll keep you safe’’ he laughed, and you followed him. The moment you were about to do your task, the game finished, showing how the Impostors won.

You heart almost skipped a beat when you saw In the chat box how your dark blue feiend was the second Impostor. You found it extremely cute that he had way too many chances to kill you and he never did. Instead of killing you, he was simply chatting with you.

CREWMATE

Usually you were the one to hate playing as impostor, always feeling the pressure and thinking that you’ll ruin the game for the other impostor, but tipsy like that, you wished you could be one now, and kill some crewmates around.

,, Doll, teaming ain’t nice’’ deep voice told you as you were downloading the data in the Cafeteria.

,, Awh, come on, she needs a bit of support’’ you said, focused on his voice more than on your task. ,,After all you just used me to clear yourself and look less sus’’ you added and he sighed loudly, acting shocked that you could even think of him like that.

You thought that the little play with the stranger will be just one time ‘’experience’’, but at your surprise he asked you for your instagram at the end. Usually you aren’t the one to share your personal information’s with others, and you also weren’t sure what you’re getting into, yet you found yourself giving him your username before you turned the computer off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Once you woke up, your phone was blown up with notifications, every single one from instagram. One text message and the rest of it were likes.

[Touyaf]:

,,Well, didn’t expect you to be this pretty.. super glad I met you there ’’

You smiled to yourself as you read the little message, with one of your post attached to it. Tapping on his username, your eyes almost widened in shock once you realized that not only his fucking voice was attractive. The dude was a motherfucking snack, and you had a pretty big luck that you found him in that silly lobby.

To Touyaf:

,, Heyy, you ain’t looking bad either lol same, let’s play together again ‘’

You replied, before you returned to his profile to like some photos he posted. Being honest, you didn’t know what to expect, but what you didn’t expect was a black haired guy, with piercings and tattoos covering his body. He definitely didn’t look like someone who spends his time on computer playing fucking Among us.

Hopping out of your bed, you made your way to get ready for the day. There were many things you planned to do, so you didn’t really want to waste your time. The faster you’re done, the more time you’ll have at the end.

After you packed all the post you had to send for your work, you headed to the bus station, hoping you’ll be able to catch the next bus. At your surprise Dabi was replying to your messages way too fast, making it one of the conversations where your eyes simply have to stay glued to your phone.

You found it almost funny how you ended up checking up your phone more often than usual, for someone you didn’t even meet yet. Sure, his profile looks legit, but the possibility that some attention thirsty freak is hiding behind that profile will be there till you meet him personally.

Once you finished everything up, you made your way toward the little Game shop, the one you were a well known costumer in. The now not so new Crash Bandicoot game that got out months ago was finally on the sale. You wanted to buy it the same day it got out, but $75 was too much, and it’s not like you’re shitting money.

The moment you bought the game, you wished you could fucking teleport yourself home, but sadly, you still had stuff to do and the game had to wait.

Your steps felt heavy, as you pushed yourself in the crowd, trying to keep your balance. Someone’s shoulder almost knocked you out, making your blood boil in just a damn second. Turning your head to the side, more than ready to fight, a smile crept on your face once you realized who you’re facing.

,, OH MY fucking god ‘’ you gasped, pointing every word out.

,, Woww, you’re alive’’ your cousin laughed, once she realized that you were ready to throw some hands. You really wanted to go home, but since ALL OF SUDDEN, both you and your cousin had some time, she forced you to go grab a coffee with her.

The two of you wanted to meet for a long time, but yet none of you could manage to get some free time and meet.

,, Yeah, Kai went to that Music program. The whole town was voting for him, didn’t you know that?’’ she said, talking about your childhood friend that always wanted to become famous.

,, Wow, strong community ‘’ you joked, acting surprised. Even tho he was your friend, you had to be honest. He couldn’t sing for shit.

The two of you ended up spending much more time than you planned to, and you ended up not minding it at all. You actually enjoyed talking about random shit form the last with her.

,, Wow, I didn’t think Bonnie is still alive. That dog could sense us from far away, so weird’’ your cousin said, sipping on her now cold coffee. ,, You think she would still smell or sense me if I would be on my way to your parents house ?’’ she added, eyes almost twinkling excitedly.

,, She can definitely smell your stinky ass’’ you joked, playing with the metal straw in your drink.

,, Oh eat shit, I’m sweating so much that I’m showering two times a day’’ she protested, slapping your arm playfully.

,,And even that ain’t helping’’ you laughed loudly once you saw her disgusted face.

The two of you finally parted ways, once you told her that you have some other important plans, deciding its better not to tell her that you’re dying to go home and play the game you bought.

You almost teared up once you were finally in your pajamas, laying comfortably on your couch and playing the game. You almost teared up, when you chose the retro function of the game, where you can get and loose life, thinking you’re the old school gamer. Oh, how fast you changed it once you realized how hard the game is.

After playing the game for two hours, you realized that you definitely won’t be able to finish it in one night. You were glad that the production was aiming for the old public, but you didn’t expect it to be that hard.

[Touyaf]:

,,The game is dope as fuckkkk, but too easy imo’’

You smiled when you saw that he replied to the picture you posted on the story.

To Touyaf:

,, Are you insane ? I’m on the same level thirty fucking minutes now :( ‘’

You replied, as you continued with the game, only to pause it after one minute of gameplay just to check your phone when you saw the instagram notification.

[Touyaf]:

,, Want me to help you?’’

To Toyuaf:

,, How ?’’

[Touyaf]:

,, Send me your address ‘’

Your eyes widened when you saw what he wrote, too scared to open the message he sent you. Of course you wanted to meet him, but so fast ? And at this time ?

Was that really smart ?

Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not, you ended up sending him your address, last name and running around in the middle of the night and cleaning your apartment anyway. You found yourself smiling the whole time while hysterically cleaning around. You didn’t know if he is living near or far, yet there was so much to do. It was very visible that you weren’t expecting any guests.

Luckily for you, it took him some time to arrive, giving you a chance to clear everything nicely and throw your clothes that were laying around into the closet.

The moment you heard the doorbell you got nervous like a little teenage girl that was about to go on her first date and the moment you opened the door, you were more than sure that you made the right decision when you sent him your address.

Was is possible that someone could be that handsome ? At one point you thought that he was just photogenic when you scrolled his Insta feed, you thought maybe he knew his angles. But damn, the dude standing in front of you was someone you would spread your legs for without thinking twice.

,,Hey, nice to finally meet you’’ he said, giving you a small hug which you definitely didn’t expect. ,, You look even prettier than on photos’’ he added, smiling at you.

,, You think? Thank you. You too’’ you said awkwardly. Usually you are much more confident, and you don’t have problem with communication, but the fact that this handsome dude you barely know, is in your apartment, made your legs shake.

,, I mean, you are really handsome’’ you added fast, trying to break that creepiness in your voice, giving yourself a mental facepalm once you realized that he was holding back his laugh. You almost looked like fucking Bella from Twilight. Was that necessary ?

,, What do you want to drink? Tea ? Coffee? Orange juice ? Wine ?’’ you asked, preparing the glass. He probably noticed how nervous you are and that made you even more nervous. Everything that could go wrong, is going wrong right now.

,, Well, I’m really up for some wine’’ Touya said as he sat comfortably on your couch.

THANKS GOD. You weren’t sure if you would be able to survive being in the same room with him while drinking a fucking chamomile tea.

,, You can’t beat this level? This one ?You can’t be for real’’ he laughed, as you placed two glasses and one bottle of wine on the table.

,, Are you dissing my gaming skills ?’’ you laughed, pouring the wine in the glass while he was playing the game like it was nothing.

,, Ah please, how many times did you paly it ?’’ you whined loudly, as he played almost perfectly.

,, Oh thanks God, you are a smoker, I was already stressing myself out if I’ll have to go out for every cigarette’’ Touya said once he saw you lit a cigarette.

After your second glass of wine, all the nervousness was gone. The two of you were having pretty much a fun time playing the game and drinking together.

,, What are you doing ???’’ he asked, almost screaming once you died in the game, without getting to the checkpoint.

,, MY BEST, I’M DOING MY BEST’’ You screamed back, throwing the controller to his direction, one again feeling defeated.

After that night, Touya started visiting you more often, and every night he would visit you, the two of you would drown a bottle of wine. You didn’t expect him to be such a cool person actually. In your opinion he did look like someone who’s full of himself.

Also, when you told Nejire that you met the dude from Among us, she immediately started lecturing you about how he could have killed you, totally ignoring the fact that you were standing in front of her alive and more healthy than you ever were.

,, Anyway, they have one appointment free today ‘’ Nejire said, as the two of you walked down the street, going to your usual café.

,, What are you talking about ?’’ you asked confused.

,, About escape room you stupid bitch’’ she said, hitting your arm lightly like she was talking about it clearly before.

,, Nejire, if the two of us go, one hour won’t be enough for us to get out of it’’ you pointed, knowing very well that neither of you is capable of figuring anything out on your own, especially not some scary ass escape room.

,, Ye, but I can ask Mirio to come, and you can ask the Dabi dude’’ she said, rising her eyebrows at you. Well that wasn’t a really bad idea actually.

Both Mirio and Dabi agreed, and while sipping on your coffee the two of you reserved the room. It was pretty much unplanned, and you had around 2 hours until your appointment, but you were really glad it worked out.

,, Girl, you should see my little sister today, girlie is only 3 years old, and she already flirts better than you and me together’’ Nejire giggled, as you gave her one questioning look.

,, She met some boy at playground today. You should see the looks they were giving each other. They even started talking in their baby language, discussing something’’ she said, making you laugh as you imagined her baby sister hitting on some other kid. You were never a person that could deal with kids, but her sister was really special.

Once the Mirio arrived, Nejire got all quiet, which almost made you laugh out loud, since she’s nothing like that usually. She did tell you before, that the two of them hooked up after one of the birthday parties you attended, but you almost forget about that.

,, What can I get you?’’ the waiter asked Mirio, as you and Nejire talked excitedly about escaperoom.

,, One Matte Lacchiato’’ Mirio said, trying to follow what you were talking about, while the waiter was looking at him confused, not sure if he’s joking or not.

,, You mean Latte macchiato ??’’ Nejire asked, trying to hold her laugh. The moment the waiter left, none of you had to hold it back anymore.

,, Dude, Matte Lacchiato ? Really?’’ you laughed loudly.

,, Fuck off, I’m not a coffee person’’ Mirio snapped, his face all red from embarrassment.

,, One Paccuccino please’’ you joked, making Mirio roll his eyes.

,, One Sepresso please’’ Nejire laughed loudly , while Mirio was mumbling something under his breath, hating the both of you in the moment.

,,By the way, I don’t like this thing, tastes like nothing’’ he said, as giving it to Nejire to try it out.

,, Out of 1 to 10, how many points would you give to this Matte Lacchiato?’’ Nejire asked, giggling, giving him a sign that she’ll never forget the silly mistake he said.

,,2 points. One for having balls to sell it, and another one because I’m such a good hearted person’’ he said, pushing the drink to the side.

The moment you saw Touya enter the café, you started waving around with your hands, helping him find you.

,, What took you so long ?’’ you asked, as he took a seat next to you. He looked good as usual, wearing oversized purple shirt, and black pants with nike airforce.

,, I was in the middle of a jog when you texted me’’ he said putting his both hands in the air, feeling attakced.

,, Oh that sounds fun’’ you joked, as you rolled your cigarette.

,, Yeah? I’ll call you next time to come with’’ he said, also rolling a cigarette, while giving you a side look.

,, Not that fun’’ you laughed.

,, dude, the last time we jogged together, she had to call a taxi to bring her back home’’ Mirio said, making Touya laugh.

,, Trueeee, I had to pour water all over her face when we were jogging together’’ Nejire added, remembering the accident that happened back in the days.

,,Oh shut up, I had to put your fucking legs up hoping you wont collapse’’ you laughed. Sure, both Mirio and Touya were in better shape than you, but Nejire ? Girl was on the same level.

,, And stop it, stop dissing me! I’m a victim of a hate crime right now” you whined loudly, as all of them laughed.

When the time came, all of you made your way to the escaperoom. After you checked in and paid, you and Touya went out to smoke one more cigarette since you had some time before the game starts.

,, So, what will you do after this ?’’ Touya asked, placing his arm around you as you puffed on your cigarette.

,, I don’t have any plans yet, why ? Wanna come over ?’’ you asked, mentally holding your shit together once he said that he’ll gladly come.

He was too close, wayyyy too close. You could even smell his fucking perfume.

Once the game started all of you were more than lost, having hard time finding the clues. You were in some basement looking room with tons of books. Touya and you found the first clue, some numbers written on the small closet as a code for opening the box that Mirio found.

Mirio found the second code, that led you to the box with the key that was opening the door.

,, Oh my god guys, there are number on the closet’’ Nejire screamed loudly, making all of you laugh.

,, Sweetie we passed that part long time ago.’’ Mirio said pinching her cheek. You were pretty sure that she was a bit lost, because Mirio was giving her way too much attention.

The next room was even darker than the first one, full of some weird family photos, crosses and blood. All of you were trying to work together, you agreed to use the Woky toky only when needed, yet the person who held it didn’t really give a shit about your agreement.

,, We need help’’ Mirio said, while the rest of you whined loudly since it was probably the third time he’s using it by now.

,, Dude, do you like the worker here ?’’ you asked him, as you took the photo of the wall.

,, No, why?’’ he asked you back, almost confused.

,, Because you are constantly talking to him. I swear you didn’t even talk to your ex that much ‘’ you said, making Touya laugh a bit.

The game continued with all of you in a rush to figure things out. One clue led to another one, and you opened some small room, where someone had to go inside to pull some weird looking rope.

Luckily for all of you, Mirio volunteered. The moment he pulled the rope down, some weird as cockroaches fall down on him, making him get out of the small room faster then he got in there.

,, Fucking shit, I didn’t sign for this’’ he whined, sighing in relief once he realized that those cockroaches are plastic one.

,, I swear, if that shit fell onto me, I would smash the red button without thinking twice’’ Nejire said in disgust.

,, This game is hard as fuck’’ you sighed, as you held some weird box with some knifes in your hand.

,, Wanna know what else is hard ?’’ Touya said quietly, making your eyes widen in shock.

,, Excuse me?’’ you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, here in front of your friends.

,, This cross. Oh my god, didn’t expect you to be that dirty minded doll’’ Touya laughed loudly, making you blush. In your Defense, he sounded like he was talking about his dick. He definitely didSl.

At the end, the 4 of you made it out of the room few minutes before the game ended. The moment you opened the door, you found the worker that explained the game and led you to the room standing in front of the very same door. Probably ready to get you all out.

,, This was so embarrassing ‘’ Nejire laughed as all of you got out of the building.

,, Yeah, imagine if we didn’t figure it out, what would he tell us ? Sorry but yall have to die now’’ Mirio said.

,, Well, maybe if you used the time we had for figuring everything out, instead of talking with the dude over the Wokytoky, MAYBE we would do better’’ you laughed, as Mirio told you to fuck off.

After Mirio and Nejire left, you and Touya made your way to your apartment, still talking and laughing about the whole game.

The two of you played among us, teaming up against some randoms on a whole new level. He was sitting way too close to you, like there was no place on the couch at all. Of course, you didn’t mind that, but you would lie if you said that you could focus on the game fully.

,, You are so cute’’ Touya pointed when you killed someone in front of him, not even hiding the fact that you are teaming.

He was complimenting you and being touchy with you more then usual.

,, So, are you really into daddy kink?’’ you asked, as you remembered the first time you played together.

,,Maybe ‘’ Touya smirked, focused on the game.

,, Naughty naughtyyy’’ you laughed, killing some other crewmate.

Once you had enough of the game, the two of you ended up just chit chatting about some stupid things, still in the same position as you were in before. The only difference was that Touya was slowly caressing your skin.

,, You wanna sleep over ?’’ you asked, once you realized that it was getting really late.

,, Well, definitely not if I have to crash on this couch’’ he said, making you giggle quietly.

,, Ah, you know I wouldn’t let you sleep here.’’ You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

,, Awhh, is my little doll implying that I can share her bed with her ?’’ Dabi teased. His arm was wrapped around you, rubbing small circles on your right hip gently.

,, Maybe ?’’ you said, trying to focus on anything else than his hand playing around.

,, Anyway, doll, I want to ask you something’’ he muttered, stopping his movements suddenly. You changing your position to have a better look of him, was your answer to go on.

,, Do play a lot with other people online?’’ he asked. You blinked slowly, not sure if that’s really a question he wanted to spit out. It seemed like it would be something more important.

,, Uh, I’m usually playing with Nejire. Why ?’’ you replied, confusion written all over your face. At your surprise, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap like you were a small and weightless playtoy.

,, You know, I don’t like sharing what’s mine. ‘’ he expressed, placing his both hands on your tights, moving them up and down slowly.

,, Yours ?’’ you weren’t sure what was going on, and you definitely didn’t expect that silly question to go this way.

,, Doll, you’ve been mine the moment you sent me your address. What I meant was, you’ve met me so easily, I sure hope you ain’t like that with everyone on the internet.’’ His voice was somehow even more deeper than usual, and maybe it’s weird, but the position you were in was lowkey turning you on.

Maybe the fact that his behavior changed so fast, maybe the fact that he wanted you all for himself .

,, Honesty, I never share my personal information online, since you never know who’s hiding on the other side, but there was something about you. I just wanted to stay in contact with you’’ you responded, playing with your fingers like a lost child.

Instead of replying, he placed his hands on your cheek, pulling you slowly into a kiss, which you accepted gladly. It was the first time you felt such huge attraction for someone, and you were more than happy to give him anything he wants.

Maybe it’s weird to feel such a thing for someone you didn’t know that well, but everyone starts somewhere, right ?

His hands were going up and down your waist, lips never leaving your own. The moment you put your arms up, helping him remove the shirt you were wearing, you felt him smirk into the kiss. Once your shirt was off, he leaned back into the couch, having a better view of you, half naked sitting in his lap.

His right hand was playing with the strap of your bra, and the other one was holding you on his lap firmly. To him, you were the most beautiful little thing that he placed his eyes on, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t freak out because of his small confession.

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending over, you connected your lips with his own again. His hands moved to your ass, giving it one good squeeze, before he got a firmer grip of you, pushing you up with himself and making his way to your bedroom.

Once he placed you on your bed, he took his shirt of, throwing it somewhere on the floor, as he climbed on top of you. All you could do was close your eyes and moan quietly once you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting it gently.

His lips were moving down, from your neck to your chest. From your chest to your stomach, leaving wet love bites on his way down.

Once he got so low, that he was almost between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants slowly, pulling your panties just a little bit down to leave kisses down there.

After few kisses, he gave you a sign to push your hips up a bit, and you did so. The moment you did it, Touya pulled your pants, together with your underwear down, leaving you in nothing else than your bra.

,, Take of your bra’’ he commanded, as he got lost between your legs. You wanted to do it, you really did, but once you felt his tongue on your pussy, you weren’t capable to even think straight, yet to remove your bra.

He was sucking and biting your clit, like no one ever before, making you throw your head back into your pillow as you enjoyed what he was giving you. You cradled your hands into his hair, as you felt thousand things at the same time. You’ve never desired someone so much, and the fact that the person you desired like no one else in your whole life was between your legs eating you out, was driving you crazy on a whole new level.

Dabi felt the same, it was the very first time he felt pleasure while he ate someone out, he was craving you like a mad man.

His tongue was doing wonders to you, and the moment you felt his finger slowly enter you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get control over yourself.

,, Gotta loosen up my doll a little bit’’ he mumbled, savoring your pussy. The way he ate you out was getting sloppier and sloppier. Once he added another finger, your grip on is hair got stronger, giving him a sign that it hurts a bit.

,, Baby, how will you take my dick if you ain’t capable of taking ony two fingers ?’’ he looked up, smirking at you. Once you gave him a weak nod, he started moving his fingers in and out of you, slowly, giving you time to adjust.

Once he heard you moan, he started moving his fingers a little faster, as he started to rub your clit with his other hand.

,,Oh god’’ you moaned loudly, as pleasure took all over your body. Your orgasm hit you pretty unexpectedly, making you hide your face with your hands in embarrassment. You never came so quickly.

He definitely knows what’s he doing. None of your ex boyfriends made you cum so fast. All they did was simply missionary sex, with no talk at all. Few humps and done.

,, Open your mouth’’ Touya commanded, not giving you a chance to understand what was going on and why he wanted you to open your mouth for him. You felt two wet and sticky fingers rub your lips. You couldn’t even open your mouth fully, as he already shoved his two fingers in it.

,, Suck’’ grabbing your hands with his own and pushing them down, he had to see you, even tho he knew very well how embarrassed you felt in that moment.

Of course you did as he told you, as he held your chin, forcing you to look right at him as you cleaned his fingers that just pleasured you.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said, caressing your cheek gently, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trying to free his throbbing dick out of the pants.

,, Didn’t I tell you to take your bra off ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips. ,, Oh, so you don’t like to follow daddys orders ?’’ he added, climbing on top of you.

,, I ..’’ you didn’t even know what you wanted to say, you honestly forgot that you even had your bra on. Instead of saying anything, Touya only laughed, flipping you on your stomach, as he unclipped your bra in one movement.

,, I really wanted to be gentle with you, but if you are not capable in following small orders what will happen later with the big ones?’’ he asked, kissing the back of your neck slowly. You weren’t sure what to say, for you, that wasn’t a big deal, and honestly you didn’t know much about daddy kink.

,, Sorry daddy’’ you said, closing your eyes. It felt weird to call him daddy, but now that you knew that he likes it, you did it anyway.

,, Sorry doesn’t help doll. Daddy has to fuck you into obedience’’ he said, pulling the lower part of your body up. He took a good look of you, before he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. The view of you, with your ass up made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He shoved his dick into you with one move, forcing your body to move away from him out of the reflex. But Touya wasn’t buying that, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back.

,, You good?’’ He asked. You could hear concern in his voice, and you found it really cute how he suddenly changed.

,, Yes, that was hot ‘’ you said embarrassed, glad he was not facing you.

,, Good, because I ain’t stopping’’ with that, he started rocking his hips into you, as he pulled your head back, hand still holding your hair keeping you in the place he wanted you to be in.

So much about the concern.

,, So fucking tight’’ he groaned, as he fucked fast and hard into you, making your bed crack with every move. You found yourself moaning louder then before, it felt like he was forcing every moan out of you with every snap of his hips against your own.

The moment you felt his fingers on your clit, your walls squeezed around him. Once again embarrassed that you are so close, so fast.

,, Oh nah, you ain’t gonna cum yet’’ he whispered in your ear, leaving your clit and grabbing your hips with his both hands.

,, Ehhh pleaseeee, please daddy’’ you moaned, pushing the embarrassment away.

,, Baby, If you cum now, I’ll make sure you cum at least two more times before I finish you want it or not’’ he said, stopping his movements. Usually, when you had sex you were lucky if you could orgasm even once, since the guys only thought about themselves. You weren’t really sure if you could do it for him. You weren’t sure if you were capable to do it at all.

,, I’ll take that as yes’’ Touya laughed, moving his hips suddenly, his hand back on your clit and rubbing it so fast that he literally forced the orgasm he stopped few moments ago.

You moaned loudly, losing the power in your body. If Touya wasn’t holding you, you would definitely just fall down. He moved his hips slowly, making sure your orgasm lasts long enough for you to see the stars.

Once he was sure you are done, he flipped you over onto your back, spreading your legs with his hands, as he gave you one passionate kiss. You were too focused on the kiss, not realizing that he entered you again, only to realized it once he started moving again.

He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, not breaking the kiss at all. You could feel his dick hitting your cervix with every move. You found yourself wrapping your arms around him, trying to find some comfort while he fucked the light out of you.

,, Come on baby, cum for your daddy’’ he groaned, enjoying how tightly your walls were squeezing him in that moment.

,, I can’t, oh my god, I really can’t ‘’ you whined, digging your nails into his skin, as he once again started playing with your clit. You felt both pain and pleasure while played with it, forcing the third orgasm out of you.

,, Of course you can, look at you, such a good girl’’ This time he didn’t slow down, letting you enjoy it, instead he was fucking you even harder and faster then before, making the orgasm that hit you almost painful, but yet still good and pleasurable.

With every move he did, you dag your nails deeper into the flesh of his back, moaning loudly not giving a single fuck if your neighbors could hear you or not.

,, One more baby’’ Touya groaned, hitting your g spot all over again. ,, Only one more baby, you can do it ‘’ he added as he rocked his hips against yours. You were so fucking sensitive, that you literally felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your walls. Maybe you were imagining, but it felt like you could literally feel the shape of his whole dick inside you, every inch of it.

He was fucking you in a reckless pace, once again rubbing your clit, while telling you how you’re such a good girl for him and how you’re gonna milk his cock so nicely. Once Touya felt that he was close, once he realized that he won’t last much longer, he started rubbing your clit with more pressure, forcing himself even more into you then before.

,, Come on baby, cum all over my cock’’ he groaned, as you moaned loudly. The moment he forced your last orgasm out of you, he groaned loudly as he was chasing his own high, painting your walls white with his seed.

The moment he came, he slowed down, still not stopping his movements completely. Fucking his seed deep into you. Because of the fact that you came fucking four times, and that he shoot loads and loads of his own seed into you, you were almost sure that you were already leaking on your bed.

,, Are you okay?’’ Touya asked, placing soft kissed on your neck, while his dick was still inside of you. ,, Did I go too far ?’’ he added, once he realized that you aren’t answering.

,, Oh god no, this was amazing’’ you whispered, tilting your head to the side. Touya kissed you, not being able to hold his smile at all. After the kiss, he wore his boxers and made his way to your bedroom, only to come back moments later with a warm towel.

After he cleaned you up, he helped you wear your panties, giving you his shirt instead of your own, before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

In that moment, you felt grateful for existence of that silly game where you met this handsome stranger. Who would have thought that Amongus can be a better match maker than Tinder.

You sure didn’t.

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trashywormeateroffics · 2 years ago

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The right universe.

Summary: After Y/N's life turns upside down, she's full of grief. Somehow, one day, she manages to travel to the MCU, where she meets her favorite characters, including a certain god who seems willing to establish a friendship with her. Suddenly she's enwrapped in this new world, where everything she loved in a screen is now reality. How will she react? Will she be able to deal with the ghosts that haunt her? Or will she let them consume her? Will she be open to accept the love she is offered? Read to find out!

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Category: F/M.

Relationships: Loki/reader.

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Peter Parker, other minor appearances of other characters but these are the main ones, Pepper Potts, Loki (Marvel).

Additional tags: Loki/reader - Freeform, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffyfest, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Pining a lot because we love to suffer, Domestic Avengers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark is a parental figure, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Everyone is a good bro, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, y/n, After Infinity War but no one died and the purple bitch was defeated, Missions, Y/N is a universe traveller, Grief, Therapy, Protective Loki (Marvel), Loki in love.

MASTERLIST OF THE STORY

Chapter 11: Cats and hugs.

Today was the day. He was making things right with her. He walked over to her room in the afternoon, since it was time to go to the shelter, but before he could knock, she appeared behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around.

“Hey,” she said shyly.

“Hello little traveler.” He responded, using her nickname to break the ice. She looked up at him and he spoke again. “Shall we?”

“Right, yes. Let's go.”

The shelter was big and had many cages in it, some with dogs, some with cats. Y/N walked excitedly around the cages, crouching in front of one small one where three cats were laying down. Two together and one on the far corner of the cage. Loki stood beside her.

“Come here! Look!” She pointed at the little brown cat on the corner. He crouched next to her.

“This one?”

“This one.” She said. “Excuse me?” She called the woman who worked there.

“What can I help you two with?” She told them in an animated voice.

“I'd like to adopt this cat.” Y/N pointed to the little brown cat.

“Oh! That one only came here last week, we found him on the streets, alone.” Y/N pouted and looked at Loki with a saddened expression, but then smiled at the woman.

“Aww, poor thing.”

“Poor thing indeed,” he agreed.

“Alright! Come with me to sign the papers and you can leave with your new pet!”

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Entering the compound with the tiny cat in her hands and Loki carrying the cage she insisted on taking him out of, she smiled softly at him.

“Thank you for coming with me today. I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my pleasure.”

They got into the elevator and to Y/N's room, where she put the cat on the carpet and sat down, patting the spot next to her where Loki sat down too.

“Do you have a name for him yet?”

“Mmm,” she thought. “How about… Frosty?”

“Frosty?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah, Frosty… after you. Since, if i was in the other universe I would probably name him Loki.” She smiled nervously, perhaps she had crossed a limit.

“You know. Sometimes I forget you do.”

“It's okay Loki, we don't need to talk about it if you don't want to.”

“Are you not scared, or repulsed by it? By me?” He asked, vulnerable, scared. But his tone was bitter, hiding the fear.

“Loki! I would never ever be scared or repulsed by you, ever. Don't even think about something like that ever again.”

“But I am a monster, you must know that at least.”

“Don't say that. Whoever put that idea into your head, and I know who did, was being a royal asshole. You are my friend, you are wonderful, like this or blue. Okay?” She asked, looking deeply into his eyes with determination. She was going to make him understand this, no matter how many times she had to repeat it.

“Okay…” He said, his voice a bit constricted.

“So, Frosty? How do you feel about that?”

“I like it.” He smiled.

“Then Frosty it is. It'll just be our thing, no one else has to know why I named him that, but you'll know.” He nodded once, thoughtful. The cat must have sensed that, because he crawled into his lap and meowed, or perhaps he just wanted attention.

Loki looked at Y/N, with his hands lifted, not knowing what to do.

“Just pet him, like this.” She demonstrated it. And he did, making the cat purr in contentment. “Ugh! He's so adorable, I love him.”

“You met him less than three hours ago.” He said, poking fun at her.

“Yes, and I love him. He is my child now. I would die and kill for him.” She said with a serious tone, which made Loki laugh.

They stayed like that for a while, in a comfortable silence, playing with the cat, when Y/N felt like if she didn't say anything, she would explode.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

“I'm sorry, for yesterday, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just... did it without realizing it. On impulse... But I meant it, I mean, not to put pressure on you but-” He stopped her rambling putting a hand on her mouth.

“There is nothing to apologize for. It was rather pleasant, I am just not used to… physical affection.” She just blinked at him, dumbfounded, before speaking again.

“Right, okay. Well, I can go slow if that is okay with you. To not smother you I mean.”

“I doubt you could smother me mortal, I am a god.” She knew he was joking with the last part, what he truly meant made her purse her lips, trying to stop herself from grinning. But she ended up doing it anyway.

“Oh, try me, Your Highness.” He let out a laugh.

“After the other day with those boys at the spiderling's school, I don't think I will.” She laughed. “Where did you learn to throw knives like that? Did you learn in the other universe? It takes a lot of practice to be able to have that kind of precision.”

“Oh, thank you! But no,” she said, “I didn't learn in the other universe, I learned in this one.”

“Who taught you?” He asked, intrigued.

“Me. I watched a bunch of videos and practiced a lot, ever since I came here, whenever I had free time.”

“Why?”

“Well, here's the thing Lokes...” She began, sheepishly. “You know how I told you I was kind of a fan of yours?”

“I remember.” He responded, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Well, when I came here and you weren't here and Thor said you would come back to earth, midgard, in a few months, I might have decided to learn to throw knives to impress you so you would like me.” He looked at her, still smirking, but with a twinkle in his eyes, and she covered her face.

“Y/N,” he said, uncovering her face with his hands and letting go of them once she was looking at him, “that is quite… adorable.”

“No! It's embarrassing!”

“A bit perhaps.”

“Hey!” He laughed.

“I am just teasing you mortal, but I am actually impressed by you wanting to learn the skill to impress me and by how good you are at it.” Y/N blushed, furiously. “You are blushing.” He pointed out, smirking once again.

“Shut up!” She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at him while he laughed, making Frosty meow.

They both laughed for a while before they were interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice.

“Dinner is ready avengers.”

Y/N got up from the floor and helped Loki up, he didn't really need the help, but he wanted to touch her hand.

“Let's go.” She said, grabbing Frosty. “You are coming with us, my child.”

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After dinner, where everyone gushed about and cooed at the tiny cat, Y/N found herself in front of her bedroom door, with Loki.

“Goodnight Lokes, thanks again for today.” He looked as if he wanted to say something, unsure. He came closer to her and hugged her, hesitant. She noticed how stiff he was, so she hugged him back tighter to reassure him, and also because hugging him was nice. He pulled away, but maintained the closeness.

“Goodnight mortal, it was my pleasure.”

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shadowofahope · 3 years ago

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NOT Gonna Happen

Warnings: Swearing? One bad word near the end.

Premise: Fight or Flight. Meet BTS or run away from BTS?

“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway. “I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

Ft. TXT

Authors notes: My honest to all the kpop gods, reaction to meeting these boys. YEET!

This is also a response to people constantly asking me, what would you do if you met BTS?

ALSO this is heavily un-edited. I'm really tired and I'm trying to write 3.5 stories at once! Wooooh, wish me luck!

masterlist

Today marks your 8th week working at BigHit, currently working with TxT on their new album and the chaos that always followed them. Walking down a hallway with one of the backup dancers you had become quick friends with, you felt at home in this monumental building. You are comfortable here, everyone making you feel at home.

“Pleasssssse” Sung-ho begs again. Hands on your shoulders, shaking you gently as he walks behind you. “You have to come.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You whine back, swinging your staff badge back and forth on your neck. “You know I don’t want to meet them.

He tugs on your shoulders lightly forcing you to halt. Jumping in front of you, palms pressed together, eyes closed he starts begging.

“You promised you would come to one practice. Just this one. Please Please Please-”

Huffing in frustration, you screw up your nose. He silently waits for you to give in, as he knows you will eventually.

“Just this one.” You finally give in.

“Yaaay!” He cheers, jumping to your side.

In all the comotion you don’t notice the footsteps approaching you two from down a connecting hallway. Shrugging your friend off, you’re about to round the corner when you hear it. Instantly freezing.

“I think it’ll be safer to go over the choreo with the dancer one more time.”

“I agree, the timing still seems a little off. We should take a look at the schedules.”

“Sung-ho!”

Your friend smiles and turns to the voice that called him, turning his back to you.

“Hello, Taehyung. Jimin. Hoseok.” Sung-ho greets cheerfully.

“Do you have time to come with us to discuss the schedules for practice?” Jimin asks politely.

“Of course, I was just on my way to grab a snack with -” He starts to explain, turning to where you once stood. Hand hanging in the air, he’s dumbfounded.

“With-?” Hoseok questions.

“Apparently myself.” He turns back to the boys. How had you disappeared so quickly and to where?

He chuckled awkwardly at the idols, cursing you for putting him in this embarrassing situation.

They mirror back his awkward laugh, excusing themselves as they continue on down the hallway.

Your friend stands there for almost two full minutes, trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. He hears a rattle coming from the small storage room near him.

The door swings open.

“You did not just-“ He’s wheezing, trying to catch his breath.

“Don’t talk to me” You walk out of the storage room, in reality it’s more of a tiny linen closet. Upon hearing the idols voices, In sheer blind panic, you threw yourself into the closet and shut the door behind you.

Walking past your still wheezing friend, you push him playfully before continuing on towards the lounge. His loud cackles bouncing around you all the way there.

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You are sitting in a waiting room with TXT. You’ve made yourself comfortable on one of the couches facing away from the door across the large room, angled towards the wall full over mirrors for makeup and hair. Scrolling through your phone, while Kai and Taehyun talk about something animatedly behind you. You can see them every once in a while, flailing their arms, mimicking wild gestures.

You three had chosen to stay back while the other three needed to ‘stretch’ their legs and find something to drink. So when the door opens you don’t look up, expecting it to be the missing members. Your body lurches forward at the reflection in the mirror, panic spreading.

“Hyung!” Kai exclaims excitedly, bounding over to the 2 members of BTS that have entered the room. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello, we were looking for Jungkook. Have you seen him?” Namjoon asks, looking around the room.

“No, he hasn’t been through here.” Taehyun chirps next to his bandmate.

“Ok, I’ll try calling him again. '' Jin responds, pulling out his phone from his back pocket.

“What are you guys doing here?” Namjoon questions the younger idols.

“Oh, we are working on a concept for one of the singles off our album. Our producer -” Kai motions to the couch that you were on. Now being completely empty. Your slouching form gone, the room appeared empty as well. “Who apparently is gone now, was here helping us.”

Jin and Namjoon shared a skeptical glance at each other. Kai rubs the back of his head as he looks at his beandmember, giving him a confused tilt to his head, to which he gets a shrug in response.

“That’s the newer producer right?” Jin questions.

“Uh yea, that’s her.” Taehyun confirms, still utterly confused by your houdini act.

“We’ve heard a lot of great things about her, from all over, but we still havent seen her.” Namjoon concluded by nodding his head, in thought.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll meet her soon. It’s bound to happen.” Kai reassures.

The duos bid each other goodbye, BTS leaving the room and TXT walking back towards the empty couch.

“How did she-where did she-?” Unable to fully ask his question, Taehyun looks around the room again.

Kai rounds the side of the couch, noticing a hood under the coffee table.

“Noona?” He tries to hide his laugh but fails miserably.

You lift your head from the floor, removing your hood, peering up from underneath the coffee table at the younger. You glare at him, crawling out as he falls back onto his butt laughing, Taehyun joining him on the floor. Both now convulsing with uncontrollable laughter.

Flopping angrily back onto the couch in your previous position, you ignore their incessant chattering and laughing. Recounting you hiding again and again. Even when the other members returned and they explained everything that happened while they were gone, you chose to angrily scroll on your phone until their pestering and teasing died down.

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Pacing back and forth in a secluded lounge area, you waited with all of the members of txt. You were waiting to hear back from the execs about your concept ideas. The boys had worked extremely hard to come up with a fully thought out concept, you had backed their ideas the whole way as they presented them to the higher staff. Now you waited, anxiously.

Drumming your hands together while pacing you chewed on your bottom lip nervously. Each member stationed on the couch, lounger ottoman, facing you. Legs bouncing in anticipation, knuckles cracking you stopped in front of the large window, facing them, the outside world behind you.

“Look guys, regardless of what happens you did amazing.” You smile at them. “And I’m unbelievably proud of you. All of you.”

Breaking them out of their stoppers, they look up at your faces glowing, pride swelling in their chests.

“Soobin-ah?” A deep voice calls from somewhere unknown, and you freeze.

The members of TXT jump up from their seats, whirling around in time to see all the members of bts walking around the balcony area over to them.

“Taehyung-hyung,” Soobin greets politely. “How are you all doing today.?”

“Good, we just finished rehearsals.” Taehyung explains, once they were standing just on the other side of the couch to him. “Have you guys heard anything yet? We saw the concept art, we really liked it!”

“Nothing yet. We were actually just waiting. Noona was just trying to-” Soobin attempts to explain, motioning behind him to you. Seeing the skeptical looks on their faces, he turned his head to see nothing. You had completely vanished. With furniture and a structural wall surrounding you, there was no place you possibly could be hiding.

Confusion evident on his face as he looks over at Yeonjun. Eyes silently asking him where you had gone, the older only shook his head, eyes just as wide, he shrugged in response.

“Right, the elusive producer we keep hearing about but never seeing.” Yoongi responds comically. “Maybe she isn’t real? But a ghost!”

Spooking Jin and Hoseok alike, they give him an alarmed glare.

“No, we promise she’s real.” Soobin persuades, his voice coming out in almost a plea.

Trying to affirm your existence to their Hyungs, Gyu becomes overwhelmingly curious. He walks over to the spot you had been standing, a deep frown settled on his features.

He does a full 360, in an attempt to understand where you could have gone. Upon turning around he notices something. Stifling a laugh and breaking into a full blown smile, he subtly waves Kai over, when they make eye contact. Kai nonchalantly makes his way over to him, Gyu mumbles something to him and he looks in the direction that Gyu was nodding. Trying to hide his own laugh, the two youngest members stand snickering, waiting for the members of BTS to walk away before exposing you to the group.

Once the groups bid each other goodbye, they both break out into hysterical laughter.

“What guys?” Yeonjun jumps at the unexpected hollering. But neither boy can speak, too consumed by laughter they both point to the semi open window.

“She didn’t” Taehyun launches himself over the ottoman in front of him rushing to the window. Soobin and Yeonjun right behind him. The three of them look out to see your figure hopping down from the last branch of the tree outside.

With lightning speed and zero hesitation, you had climbed out of the already opened window on the second floor. Stepped from the ledge onto a tree that's long, thick branches were supporting itself against the building. Then walked to the center of the large tree and climbed your way down.

Mass hysteria broke out between the 5 members.

“That’s it. We have to make her meet them.” Soobin exclaims, wiping a tear that fell down his cheek.

“Guys, I think I have a plan.” Yeonjun smirks. So they all huddled around to listen.

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Today was supposed to be your day off. But upon receiving a text from Soobin, saying they needed you there urgently for their concept proposal, you raced straight there. So there you were standing in the hall talking to an exec in a black oversized pullover hoodie and workout leggings. Today was about comfort over professionalism, well it was supposed to be.

But when you had finished your pleasant chat with the exec, he started apologizing profusely about something he couldn’t say. Trying to hide his chuckle, his eyes dart over your shoulder. Before you could press him about his comments, you were spun around and hoisted off of your feet. Draped over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. In alarm you manage to struggle enough to see your kidnapper, Yeonjun.

“What are you dooooooiiiinnnng?” You whine, struggling more.

He says nothing, but turns down the hallway to the dance practice rooms.

“Put me down shrek.” You quote. Wiggling even harder to escape the ironclad grip on you.

“There’s no point Noona, just accept it.” A sweet cheerful voice, butts in, shoes coming into view as you tilt your head up to look.

“Really Kai, they have you in on this too?” You slump in defeat. “Fine, but don’t you dare fart.”

Your capture lets out a chuckle before entering the dance room. The other three members you can kind of see. Or at least their shoes. Your hood keeps flopping down and making it hard to tell.

“Guys seriously, why are you-” You begin as blood starts rushing to your head. Making you slightly dizzy.

“Hello Hyungs.” Yeonjun greets politely. Panic rising, you tilt your head to the side to look into the wall mirror, there you see all 7 members of BTS sitting on the floor, along with the other members of TXT standing around you. “This is Y/N-Noona, the real, not a ghost, producer.”

Realization hits you like a ton of bricks, as snickers and muffled laughs resonate behind you.

“Yeonjun…..” Your voice is a little shaky. “You did not just introduce me to BTS ass FIRST?!”

Everyone in the room breaks into rounds of full belly laughter as you are hoisted back over the shoulder, feet planted on the floor.

Turning shyly to the side, you make eye contact with each member of BTS. Your legs crumble beneath you, muttering ‘I could have lived my whole life without this’ angrily. You lay on the ground face down, hood over your head as more laughter ensues.

“You had to meet them at some point, even backwards!” Gyu exclaims between heaves of laughter, clutching his stomach .

Waving your hand blindly towards the members of TXT you bark “That’s it! We are no longer friends. Done, Forever, never again!”

Apologies begin to flow toward you but you ignore them. Eventually you ignore any comment that comes your way, still plastered to the floor, the 12 men begin to talk about other things. Completely unaware of you.

...Or so you thought….

“Uh guys…. She’s rolling away.” Yoongi points to you and your attempt to escape the room. Hands grab your ankles to halt your getaway.

“I hate all of you.” You groan up at Yeonjun, who still had hold of you. You give up, letting out a deep sight, wishing the ground would open from under you.

#bts fics #bts drabble #ft txt #bts imagines #bts jimin #bts hoseok #bts seokjin #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts yoongi #bts ot7 #bts fanfics #txt yeonjun #txt soobin #txt heuningkai #txt taehyun #txt beomgyu #txt ot5

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spookymultimedia · 2 years ago

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Hey Moon Please Forget to Fall Down

Laszlo/Sean/Charmaine fanfic

Laszlo and Sean share their first real kiss. Short but sweet <3

Rain poured over the roof of the Rinaldi home at 7 PM as Charmaine, Sean and Laszlo were cuddled up in bed. Ever since Sean and Charmaine started to open up their marriage to Laszlo and Nadja, they were gifted with a bigger bed to make snuggling and intimacy more comfortable. Nadja had left to take care of business with Guillermo. Charmaine was snuggled against Sean's back and Laszlo was facing Sean, putting Sean into a cuddle sandwich. Charmaine was half awake petting her husband's back and waist. Laszlo was smiling down at Sean as he petted Laszlo's hair and neck. Their legs were tangled into each other's. Laszlo leaned closer to Sean but grew shy and hid his face in the mattress. They had been dating for a week now and hadn't really kissed yet. Charmaine and Nadja teased them about it, they were just so dang shy. Nadja claimed it was because they were both bottoms around each other and neither knew how to dominate the other. Sean let out a soft chuckle. "Where'd you go Laz?" He petted the top of his head. Laszlo hummed out pathetically. "Come here. My precious little moth guy."

Laszlo lifted his head up with big sweet eyes and blinked at him. Sean took his hand in his cheek and decided to be the first to move. He moved his thumb to his lover's mouth and caressed his bottom lip. Laszlo shuttered and kept still. His pupils were huge, as big as Cosmo's moon. 'Wasn't it a full moon tonight?' Sean thought to himself. He kissed Laszlo's cheek, which wasn't new, but then he quickly went in for his lips. Laszlo immediately started to kiss back. Sean opened his mouth a little. Laszo poked his tongue in before pulling out. It was an incredibly short kiss but a kiss nonetheless. Charmaine propped herself up, "Did you two just kiss?" She whispered excitedly. Laszlo nodded, "He kissed me. ." He smiled bashfully.

"Oh wow. You know when me and Sean started off I had to make the first move. The poor guy didn't know how to so I just looked him in the eye. Here's what I said, I said: are you gonna kiss me or what? Then I kissed him and after that he was on me like a WOLF. I'm telling ya."

Sean blushed but smiled wide, "Yeah. It's true." She had her hand resting on his waist. Laszlo chuckled at her story. "I must confess the night I met Nadja she was the one to kiss me first."

Charmaine shook her head at them both and smiled. She presented a firm kiss on Sean's cheek and then kissed his lips. He rolled onto his back and kissed her back. Laszlo rested his head and watched them. He felt warm when he watched them kiss. He loved seeing them treat each other so kindly and tenderly. It made him happy to see them happy. Charmaine pulled out after a minute and looked at Laszlo before looking down at Sean. He took the hint and got close to Sean who wrapped his arms around the vampire's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. It was Charmaine's turn to look back and smile at them. She thought she would feel jealous but her feelings of jealousy were short lived and dealt with immediately. She felt both closer and more independent from Sean than ever before and was happy to see her husband explore himself and try new things. He still wasn't ready to label his sexuality. She got comfortable as they made out and cuddled him, resting her eyes once more.

#poly ship #polyamory #what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanfiction #laszlo x sean #lazlo cravensworth #sean rinaldi #charmaine rinaldi #Charmaine x Sean #wwdits fanfic #Spotify

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Mobster Steve always ready to shut anyone up by his excessive pda in front of anyone and everyone .. cries .. a dream

Thanks for the request and sorry it took so long. I'm combining this and another anon who asked for a reader standing up for herself hopefully thats okay. Warnings - daddy kink, mob!Steve, misogyny. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

The yelling out 'daddy!' In public but was inspired by @cruelfvkingsummer s sugar daddy!August Walker.

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs and welcome and much appreciated. This blog and this story is 18+. Do not read, follow or interact if you are not 18+. Please🙏🙏

*gif is not mine*

"You're gonna have to make a decision someday, cap," Sam chimed in, reminding Steve of the time crunch.

He only hummed in return, having had about enough of working the whole damn week, what's worse was that he couldn't even spend the weekend with you.

His frown quickly softening and turning into a smile when he saw you come out of his car, "Daddy!" you squealed, jumping up and down in excitement as you ran to him and threw your arms around him.

He was taken aback a bit, stumbling back a few steps but he managed to catch you, burying his nose in your hair as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you so so much!" you sighed, finally happy to be with him.

He tried to set you down to your feet, so he could get a good look at your face, but you refused to stop clinging to him,"How was your trip, princess?" he asked rubbing your back, which was exposed since you were wearing a flimsy backless dress, he didn't know how he felt about that.

"Oh my gosh!" you squealed again, standing ok your feet so you could look up at him, "We had so much fun! I bought so many new pretty things, hot some for you and your friends too," you blinked.

He hummed, pulling you into him and crashing his lips over yours, he had missed you, it had been less than a week and yet it felt like months. He was well aware of Sam, Bucky, Peter and his bodyguards eyes on you, some of them had the decency to avert their gaze while Sam and Bucky smiled and stared as if they were proud parents.

You giggled, your cheeks warm and head dizzy from the kiss as he let you go.

"Yeah, what'd you get us, princess?" Bucky teased.

Steve shot him a look, knowing that he was only joking but that pet name was reserved for him, only he got the privilege to call you that.

"Ooh! I got you some magnets to put on your fridge and a nice shirt."

"Alright, princess, let's get going or we'll be late," he urged you. Not ready to share your attention with his friends, not after having you back in his arms after so long, and dreading the party you were both going to.

"Did she give you any trouble?" he asked Peter. He had sent the boy with you and your friends to Milan to protect you and make sure that you stayed out of trouble.

"Uh... no, sir. But..." he hesitated, he thought of you as a big sister and would never want to rat you out or get you in trouble, but his loyalty lied with the mob boss, "She might've maxed out your platinum card..."

"Don't worry about that..." he chuckled and thanked him for taking care of you.

"Daddy," you whined, squirming against his side, you had been acting antsy ever since you got in the limo, pressing kisses to his neck and his collarbone, pulling at the collar of his dress shirt, "I missed you sooo much..."

"I missed you too, baby. But we need to talk," he propped your chin up so he could look into your beautiful eyes, "You'll need to be careful with the card from now on. You can't just blow money away just because we have a lot of it."

"Bu... but," your eyes tearing up and your bottom lip wobbling, "I thought what was yours was mine. You said so yourself..." you sniffled, trying to keep your tears at bay, he had told you that when he asked you to leave your shitty studio apartment and move into his brownstone in Brooklyn, he let you decorate the place however you liked and let you have access to his accounts so you let yourself think that what was his was truly yours. "My mom was right..."

"Right about what?"

"She told me never to move in with a guy until I'm engaged. I'm just like... a kept woman for you..."

"No...no...no, honey," he sighed, stroking your cheek, "It is yours. Everything that is mine is yours. Even my heart," he said putting your hand over his heart, "my soul, it's all yours. More than it is mine really."

"And... I'm just looking for a ring, baby. You know I'd be an idiot not to give you my name and make you my wife. But we need to be cautious, what if we spend all our money and don't have any in case of an emergency?"

"All right, that makes sense. I'm sorry, daddy, I promise I'll be careful."

"I know you will, baby. You're my good girl right?"

"Yes," you nodded, clenching your thighs together.

"Are you wet, honey?" he smiled.

"Yes," you giggled. "Will you fuck me right now, please?" pulling your doe eyes so he absolutely won't be able to resist you.

"Not in a moving car, honey," he said, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing it in your warm mouth, "I want to take my time with you. I haven't had my most favorite meal in days, so I'll have to do that first, for at least an hour, and then you are good and show me that you deserve it, I'll let you ride my cock."

His words sent shivers up your spine, you gulped, you were bound to be sore tonight. But there was still the matter of your needy pussy, and you weren't patient like your daddy.

"Can I at least suck daddy's cock then?" you requested.

He chuckled, "You just never take no for an answer do you, baby," as you shook your head. He unzipped his pants, pulling his hardening cock out of his pants.

"I'll mess up your hair," he said as you got down to your knees, between his legs, "I don't mind. I want my cummies," you excitedly wrapped your hand around his length, wrapping your lips around his tip.

He pushed your head down, making you gag, "We have to hurry, baby, we'll be there soon..." he moaned as he threw his head back.

He kept fucking his cock into your face, trying not to mess with your pretty hair which was your done up, your makeup was already ruined though, "Here it comes, baby," he warned you before releasing in your mouth.

You swallowed all of out, so that you could impress him and show him that you were his good girl, and because you were looking forward to the, hopefully huge, diamond he was going to buy you.

You were never a huge fan of parties like these, bored out of your mind, you couldn't even talk to anyone, Sam and Bucky seem to have wandered off somewhere while Steve was too busy making small talk that would literally put you to sleep.

"I'm bored," you told him for the tenth time, you would've even stomped your feet and thrown a full blown tantrum if you weren't aware of everyone's eyes on you, "And my feet hurt from these heels."

"I told you to wear something sensible, doll," he sighed. "Just an hour or so more and then I'll give you a foot massage, okay?"

You only huffed, four inches were more than sensible, you were going to wear the killer eight inch stilletos you bought in Italy with your friends but didn't knowing he'll scold you for it.

"Whatever," you mumbled.

Walking towards a group of women, who looked like they were mob wives and mob mistresses, you could talk to them to kill time.

'She's such a gold digger, I've heard Rogers has a lot of money.' You stopped in your tracks as you heard one of them say.

'You have to be hot to be a gold digger,' another voice snickered.

"Oh shit, I think she heard us..." she whispered as they both looked at you.

"Hello," you gave them a sweet smile, "were you both talking about me?"

"Yeah..." the blonde girl, Stacey you recalled her name was, "It's only the truth," she shrugged. "Nothing wrong with it, go get that money, girl!" She tried to salvage it but the damage was done.

"I think you're mistaken," you said as you propped your hand on your hip, "I'm not a gold digger. I love Steve and I do like how rich he is, but I'd love him even if he didn't have the money. Is it possible that you were projecting your own Insecurities on me? You're the one who wishes your man would leave his wife for you, not me. I'm going to be Mrs Steve Rogers. So you should watch how you speak about me if you know what's good for you."

She was about to quip back but then you felt his arm around you, "Good evening, ladies," he said to the small group of women, "Mind if I steal my fiance for a second?" he asked.

They all stared dumbfounded as he whisked you away.

"Not gonna lie, I would've loved to rescue you and be your knight," he told you as you both walked towards your limo, ready to end the night. "But I'm still so proud of you. You're my sweet strong girl."

"You'll always be my hero, daddy. No matter what."

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