#'s being slowly written which is very good and nice and I am happy about that yea

[tracle0]

look upon ye mighty and despair

hey did you know I've never done a comic sans intro for any version of this story? That's insane

[normal-thoughts-official]

i don't think i've ever said this about choices before but wow this really was the ladies' chapter and i for one am thrilled. we didn't get a lot of imtura as usual but what we did get I was very happy with. i've said this before but i'm loving seeing imtura growing more confident (more than she was in book 1, even) and stepping into the leadership role she was always perfect for but never confident enough to really take. of course she was the wraith's captain but i think this is the first time we're seeing imtura really plan in detail what they're going to do, take charge of the group. she's not asking and she's not apologetic but not imposing either, listening to ideas and adjusting accordingly. she's a great leader and it's so nice to see her really grow into that role, especially since her main conflict in book 2 has been about feeling like she's not good enough to be anything other than the brawns. she has 100% been the brains of the team these last few chapters, and she doesn't even seem to realize she's doing it. it's great to see. i'm also liking seeing her slowly repair her dynamic with mal. i've written before about how mal and imtura have always been the only ones who get each other in the group, and how falling out must have been devastating to both of them. and now we're starting to see them slowly fall back into their groove, teasing each other but still with a lot of respect, and slowly starting to get over the hurt they both put on each other. although i wish it was being addressed more directly, i'm still loving it. and of course, their consistent reminders that her most important value is equality - you share the wealth, share the food, take care of each other. that's the kind of leader she is, in direct opposition of her mother who wished to centralize everything and institute hierarchy. imtura is an orc to the bone, free and strong but caring and believing in equality, and i love seeing that being consitently shown these last few chapters. also, her dancing scene was so fucking sweet

valax is simply the love of my life. and we got TWO separate chances to make out with her. the world is a beautiful place. but more than that, we are getting to know her better, and reconcile the valax we first met with the valax we saw at ironbreach. i like how they're not at odds, and although there's the obvious, well, brainwashing aspect, she is violent because she's kind and cares about her people. by which i mean lines like this:

it's not at all unlike what MC is doing. as much as everyone MC kills or incapacitates or whatever is some faceless rando, they're still essentialy waging war for what they believe in. and i like that. as i've said before, my favorite thing about blades 2 is how it's been unraveling all of the myths from book 1, showing the other side. history is written by the victors and all that, and i think book 2 is really showing how it's important to question those nationalistic myths where everything on your side is good, the other is bad, etc. and valax telling us about how the Light Realm fucked the Shadow Realm over adds to that, which makes valax an important part of the plot not only as a villain or potential love interest but also as an important source of information about the worldbuilding and what the other side is like. at the same time, we got to see her being conflicted - admitting that she's naive, starting to question the state of the army, betraying MC but also apologizing for it - and just overall a complex person/villain. we got more backstory, more of her motivations, more glimpses of Shadow Realm history, truly we got everything from valax this chapter

i also love how her betrayal was not only inevitable but also due to a fundamental flaw in nia's plan: assuming valax would choose self-preservation over completing her mission and helping her people. it'd be a safe bet to make with pretty much anyone else, but we've seen enough of valax to know that it definitely doesn't apply to her - she has never lived for herself, she doesn't exist for herself, and so she was always going to bid her time until she could go through the pain to complete the mission. that might be the most fundamental part of her character, and it is both shown very well and given even more important narrative weight in this scene

and at the risk of sounding like a hater, this was the first chapter where i truly felt like they were going somewhere interesting with nia's arc. i have a lot of sympathy for her book 1 arc - realizing she has been groomed, trying to reclaim her faith - but she still has always kind of felt one dimensional to me. this chapter was the first time we got to see more of nia; we even had it be implied that at least part of her always being cheery and put-together is a facade. more than just turning her back on the temple this is the first time she is turning her back on the shitty parts of what they taught her - that she doesn't matter, that she lives only for the light, that she can't have needs and desires of her own. all in all, she needs catharsis, and if it's the shadow form that gives her that, then cheers! but regardless of how you feel about shadow!nia i think we can agree that it's giving us more and better glimpses into nia as a character who feels a lot of pain and immense pressure to be good while also trying to figure out which parts of her upbringing she needs to unlearn and which she gets to keep, deal with the grief of losing MC and watching her friend group fall apart, and trying to be a rock for them through it all, then immediately dealing with another world-shattering threat while also trying to hide a part of her for a good portion of it. i've seen a lot f people complain about how no one noticed shadow!nia before and MC was forced to keep that secret but i think it's a good analogy to how there are parts of nia that no one sees, that she tried so hard to suppress they were bound to take over her eventually. nia is more than a bubbly born sexy yesterday sweet girl and i'm delighted to see that being acknowledged

so, yeah. the ladies' chapter. loved it

[milo-hypno]

hi! this is anon from the other post thanking you for your work [sorry to clog up your asks like this, i just realized i really wanted to say something and forgot to add it so feel free to not post a response to this or anything, the fact that you’re even reading this is enough.]

your portrayal of love is mind-boggling in a /pos way and i very much wanted to mention it!! i��ve recently come to terms with something i’ve known for a long time now [being aro] and that somewhat deals with the territory that you’re aren’t going to experience romance, or certainly not the way others do, but somehow your works really do resonate with me because of the theme in series like home, home again and the birds in flight, the birds still singing of ones’ love and passion for another transcending romance entirely into becoming something of its own.

within eventually the birds must sing it makes sense [with the soul ties factor] but something about works where the author can depict relationships in which the characters love each other so wholly and completely that it’s more than just romantic or sexual is just so so good. maybe i’m biased because i regularly see relationships being portrayed as only having meaning if they’re “just romantic” or “just platonic” while i always wish for something more, but you’ve written it perfectly, truly.

it’s in moments like before the characters even realize they’re in love romantically that their internal monologue reveals their devotion to the other(s) in increments, or even if/when they realize their feelings they are content enough standing by the sidelines not confessing because their love for the other is more than what the normal implication of what romance entails, or simply how regardless of the journey they still love each and every detail about the other(s) and express it as such.

sorry, i am just going very insane about this still so i don’t know if any of this makes complete sense. all i know is that whether intentional or not, your expression of love within these characters detailing more than just the norm of physical actions and the works is very comforting to me, so thank you very much! again, i do apologize for the second ask but i wanted to mention something about this at the very least, have a nice night!

Hi!! Please, don't worry - I'm always happy to receive asks!!!

Thank you so much. I can't say you're the first person to say this, actually - I have... a shocking amount of Aro people, actually, who come to me saying that my portrayal of romantic clicks with them in some way or another, which would make me question something if I weren't pretty darn solid in my romantic inclinations, LOL

But saying that? This is incredibly lovely to hear. I try to make my romance feel right, to me, which is- not just puppy love. It's someone becoming so precious to you, that it would rip you apart to lose them. So often I feel like things I read have a very underdeveloped line to falling in love? To the point where, though I classify my fics as slow-burn, it's more that I need them to burn that slowly to show everything I need to, to make it feel real to me.

All this to say - I'm very glad to hear that my slow fall speaks so well to you!!! Thank you very much for the lovely messages, Anon - you're welcome in my inbox any time <3 you've brought me a lot of warmth and joy with your messages!

[journalblogart]

March 2023

I think in GDL, he was with me while I was feeling like this really was a thing for me. I only really started feeling it in the last few days before he left, didn’t I? 

I mean, we pretty quickly knew we wanted to spend a lot of time together. He wanted me round. But who was initiating these interactions?

Truly the beauty of having this all written down.

I can analyze this so closely.

It was groups. Almost always it was groups. We decided to go to Puebla after cumbia which O-- organized. I got invited to climbing which became hanging out which became going out. And then what? A-----’s event. Puebla. Valentine’s Day. There. That’s the moment when things got more intimate. The first time I spent the morning with him in the apartment. I took a shower. I left my earrings behind.

And then group. And then excuse. I forgot my earrings but he forgot to bring them to the group. Serendipitous forgetfulness orrrrr

And then I said let’s hang out. There was already a time constraint. H-- was coming that Friday. What a crazy stupid busy month. 

I really do wonder what it would have been like if he hadn’t been sick. That’s actually quite a considerably factor in a six week affair.

Maybe we would’ve gone back together after A-----’s. Or he would’ve come to cumbia and dinner. I think we were already much more physically affectionate in Puebla once he was feeling better, and that wouldn’t have been slowed down if he hadn’t been sick.

It was kind of nice to have the buildup to Puebla, though. I don’t know how it would’ve worked the other way, how things might’ve been different.

Although it was almost never bad to spend more time with J---- after spending a night over. It boosted intimacy a ton.

I’d guess we’d call it a night after cumbia. Maybe after A-----’s event. I also saw A-- L---- twice that week. I was using encouragement I got from J---- to be more forward with her. Would I have seen her a second time if J---- and I had slept together the night after my first date with her that week? That’s an intense one.

I completely let myself drop that off to prioritize him.

We had just gotten so intimate so quick. It was hard to give that up for something progressing so slowly. Although it was genuinely starting to build motion. But the Puebla trip and LA trip killed that motion. He was already occupying so much space in my brain. He was such an influence on me. Being around him just made me so happy. I wanted to bring his way of thinking with me where I went. A very good decision to reach out to him then, I think. Although the one that can be clearly blamed for all the pain I’m now feeling. The first moment to point to. I recognized how much I liked being around him. I recognized the potential of it. I recognized that he felt really important to me. And I let him know that. I let him know I took him seriously. I let him know this was something real, even though short. Of course it was a progression. He saw more and more of me and I shared and shared the way that I was feeling about things. And he never stopped me from sharing. He seemed happy that I was sharing. If he wanted it to stop, he would’ve asked me to stop. I believe that I can trust his communication skills. Reasonable why I have some issues with that. 

What am I really doing here? Am I trying to figure out how I could be in less pain right now? Ask myself if this was worth it? I’m feeling what I’m feeling. Deciding it wasn’t worth feeling this isn’t going to change that. And I doubt he’s asking himself was it worth it. Of course it was. Of course it was.

What good will it do? We talked about how we were feeling. We talked about how we wanted to proceed. We did what we decided we’d be okay with doing. What more is there? 

It’s just the danger of thinking about the past. It’s good to look at it and try to learn from it. To say maybe next time I won’t act that way. Now I know more about my own boundaries. No reason to regret the choices you made before you could’ve known.

[helaintoloki]

Meet the Family

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...

“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.

“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.

“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.

“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.

“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”

“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.

“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.

“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”

“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.

“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.

“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.

“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”

“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.

“Are those brownies?!”

“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”

“Oh, do you need any h-“

“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”

“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”

The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”

“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”

“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”

“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”

“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.

She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.

~~~

“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”

Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.

The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.

“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”

“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.

“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.

“How are you enjoying Westview?”

“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”

“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”

“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.

“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”

“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.

“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”

“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.

“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”

“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.

“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”

“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“

“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”

“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”

“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”

“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”

“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.

“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”

“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.

“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.

“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.

“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. “You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”

“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”

“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.

“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.

“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”

[chibiwritesstuff]

heyya yaaaa~! I just finished reading all of your works and lemme tell you, it’s all so nicely written! keep on going and don’t forget to take breaks when you need it, hm? alright, me stating facts about you and your writing talent aside— may I request lilia, floyd, ruggie and silver? Angst with a happy ending please? You can make it angst due to a misunderstanding or sumn. but oh well of course! that’s only if you don’t mind. Take your time dear, it’s not good to force yourself alright? bye~!

I see you saw the note that even I can’t find anymore that Lilia always gets a free pass on my 3 character limit XD. Thank you so much! I have long ways to be a decent writer but I’m glad you found my works nice. The one with Lilia is actually based on my own experience at work and I was told that’s an anxiety attack so uh... Also, I do kinda have to force myself or I’ll just keep focusing on work and not have time for myself which is writing.

(I swear all characters are treated equally and totally no favoritism... oh who am I kidding? Hail Lilia)

Warning(s): Mentions of an anxiety attack on Lilia’s part.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

At first, he thought you just need something for Jade which he doesn’t mind. Everybody needs help once in a while.

But lately you two have pretty much stopped seeing each other.

Anytime he asks the trouble trio, they always respond that you’re with Jade.

Excuse me, if you wanted to break up with him just tell it straight to his face?!

He’s honestly hurt though. He thought you two are hitting it off really well.

Once he confronts you about it, you’re in the kitchen of Monstro Lounge.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He looked so confused and enamored of your look with an apron on.

“Ruggie, I love you and everything but I’m in the middle of a shift right now.” You immediately replied as you see Azul tapping his wristwatch.

“You work here?!” He jerked back in surprise. “I thought you are having a tryst with Jade!”

Cue to you and Azul spit taking (away from the food, of course, you ain't unsanitary) while Floyd burst out laughing and Jade chuckling.

Yeah, turns out you’re the current cook in the lounge to save up some money to buy him a gift for your anniversary.

Psh, he knows that. He’s just testing you… yeah.

Feel free to tease him about it since he used to do it to you anyway.

Okay, surely you just need Vil for a question or two, right?

You keep making excuses to get out of his hair lately and he doesn’t like it at all.

Yet whenever Rook calls for you because Vil asked for it, you’re suddenly available.

His mood swings are worse than a pregnant woman’s so you better explain quickly.

“Floyd! I finally found you.” You greeted him three weeks after you two last have an actual conversation.

“Can’t talk right now, I’m busy. Why don’t you go back to Vil?” He snapped at you as he began walking away.

You merely blinked at his reaction and shrugged. “Okay, you gave me the go signal so don’t you go blaming me for it.”

“That wasn’t permission! Get back here and pay attention to me!”  He pouted and shook you violently. “Why do you always pay attention to Vil? I thought I’m your boyfriend?!”

“Well, my sense of fashion is wack so I thought I’d ask an expert.” You struggled to respond as you tried to hand over a box which made him stop shaking you. “Vil hooked me up to get these for you after being ordered around to do things… Happy anniversary… oh god I feel sick…”

“Eh?” He opened the box to reveal the Tenebres brand of shoes that he’s been wanting. “Shrimpy, thank you!!!”

Yeah, have fun trying to hold that nausea in because this eel ain't ready to let go just yet.

As much as Lilia is a great person to hang out with, he can be quite neglectful on certain things because of having too much fun.

You don’t show it that much but you do get anxiety attacks when you get surprised. While not severe it’s still quite a scary moment.

It doesn’t help that you’re carrying something very valuable and very fragile to Vil when he decided to pop out of nowhere upside down.

“What you got there, (y/n)?” He casually asked.

“Ah!”

A loud crash echoed in the hallway and your face pales up as Vil’s delivery is now on the floor, shattered. Just the sight of it is enough to send your thought spiraling as you can vividly picture Vil yelling at you for being careless and useless you can be. You are aware that your brain is exaggerating things but as your anxiety attack gets more prominent, the harder it is for you to breathe and rationalize which only made you panic. Your ears started ringing that you failed to hear Lilia calling out your name multiple times. You must have blacked out for when you regained your sense of focus and hearing, you can see a concerned Lilia hovering above you.

“Oh seven, my apologies little one.” He replaced the wet cloth on your forehead before continuing. “I should have known or at least notice you have anxiety attacks.”

When you’re feeling better, Lilia personally talked to Vil about the situation and offered to replace the said item.

Much to your surprise, Vil got mad at Lilia for causing your anxiety attack and even used his unique magic on the fae’s apron and favorite ladle.

Yep, the old man is currently banned from cooking. (Diasomnia sent Pomefiore their thanks that day.)

Nonetheless, Lilia is now careful about his random appearances and is now more attentive.

The downside is that he permanently has his dad mode on.

This man trusts you a lot.

He knows you won't force him to do things he doesn’t like and respected the fact that his main priority is to service Malleus. The same goes that you trust him that you love him and he won't force you to do things you don’t like.

So, when he saw you spend way more time with Deuce than him especially during his sword practice, he wasn’t pleased.

He’s rather blunt about it too that he just stops you in the hallway around other students.

“Why are you hanging out with Deuce too much?”

“He’s my friend, Silver. Of course, I’ll hang out with him when you’re busy.” You cocked your head sideways out of confusion.

He frowned, still not like the ache he feels in his chest. “Doesn’t mean you have to do it every time.”

“Hey, I don’t stop you from being with Mr. Draconia every time but I get restrictions? What happened to being fair to each other?”

“It's my duty to be around Lord Malleus, you on the other hand waste your time on someone else’s company.” He defended and straightened his posture unconsciously to assert authority. “If you have free time then watch me practice or something.”

“I did that before and I ended up falling asleep on the hard ground so you told me to do something else instead, remember?” You can't help but be hurt by the contradictions he spouting out right now especially since you two have garnered the attention of almost all the students nearby. “Can you take some time to cool down first before we talk about this again? I don’t want any misunderstandings to happen between us.”

“So you can go back to Deuce’s side already?” Anger slowly seeping into his visage but immediately disappeared with your hurt expression.

“Do you trust me so little…” You whispered not intending for him to hear. “You know what, fine. I’ll go to Deuce until you finally get your head straight.”

Let me tell you now, he feels everything just came crashing down. He never intended for it to cause a big rift between the two of you but at the looks of it, you two needed space.

The entire day this man will try to talk to you again but by some unknown force in the universe, there's always something preventing him to do so.

He’s so lost he can't even take a nap even in the comfort of the forest animals.

Deuce smacked him to his sense quite literally. Like, our delinquent boy just punched the living daylights out of this guy.

Deuce has to explain that you two are pretty much siblings when it comes to closeness and you’re always talking about him all the time.

Be prepared to be serenaded tonight, Silver ain't letting you leave him on a bad note.

Well, more like that’s what Lilia taught him to do since he was young.

[dracowars]

Hi! I recently found your account and your writing style and content is right up my alley so I’m glad I found it. I was wondering if you could write a Draco x hufflepuff!reader where they are meeting Draco’s family for the first time and Draco didn’t mention their house of half-blood status. Lucius gets angry and things lead to him trying to hit Draco but y/n stands in the way. Don’t feel pressured to write this you don’t like the prompt or don’t want to :)

disgrace | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 3,1k

summary: where y/n's first time meeting draco's parents escalates

a/n: as a hufflepuff myself i really appreciate this request, so thank you very much~ narcissa is actually one of my favorite characters in the hp universe so i really like writing about her <3

warnings: angst, violence, cursing

universe: harry potter

Today is the day. The day you have prepared yourself for for weeks. The day why you have not been able to sleep properly the last two nights. Today is the day you are going to meet your boyfriend Draco's parents, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, for the very first time. To say that you are nervous would be an understatement.

You and Draco have been a couple for two years now, but the appropriate time - more or less - to finally meet them has only occured now. You know how important his parents' opinion is to Draco and it definetely does not help to descrease your incredible nervousness. What if they do not like you? What if they do not welcome you into their family? The worst szenarios are already repeating themselves in your head over and over again.

After all, you are only a half-blooded witch and, on top of that, a Hufflepuff. The Malfoys, on the other hand, are a pure-blooded family who were only sorted into Slytherin for generations without any exceptions, including Draco. Many times you have already heard how much the pure-blood families care for their bloodlines, especially the Black family, Narcissa's family, must have been incredibly strict in terms of maintaining their blood status.

However, you are in good spirits that they will accept you anyway. Why else would they, after Draco told them about you and your own status, have invited you to a first meeting at Malfoy Manor? 'They will accept you' is what you keep reminding yourself of.

With trembling hands and a fast beating heart - too fast for your personal taste actually - you are now standing in front of the big heavy door of Draco's home. So far you have only ever heard of this huge mansion through stories or Draco's tales, but in reality it surpasses all of them.

On your trip here, Draco did everything to relieve you of your nervousness and get you to relax. He also had to confirm you at least a dozen times that you are dressed appropriately for this special occasion with your basic plain black skirt and dark yellow blouse. He himself wears an all black outfit with the turtleneck that you love so much on him. Unfortunately he did not succeed in calming you down and you feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest any moment. It stops completely when the door is suddenly opened and you are greeted by Narcissa Malfoy who is appearing right in front of you in a beautiful green and black, long dress.

Speechless, you basically stare at her while Draco greets her before reaching out his hand to grab yours and pull you to his side. Now there is no turning back.

Because you are not able to get a word out of your mouth for the life of you which Narcissa notices right away and just gives you a warm smile, starting the conversation herself. "Hello, dear. I am so happy to finally meet you. I am Narcissa", she introduces herself and you shake her hand politely. Uncertainty takes over your features as you awkwardly smile back.

"This is Y/N", Draco helps you out and smiles at his mother. "I-It is nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy", is the only thing you can stutter out. Oh, how badly you would like to slap yourself right now. "Dear, you can call me Narcissa. You really do not have to be so nervous. I am glad that you two are here", she says friendly and asks you to follow her. Draco softly squeezes your hand to reassure you as you walk around the huge halls of Malfoy Manor. "I have already prepared tea in the salon", Narcissa explains on the way.

Here and there you spot family portraits on the walls, some of them showing a very small and young Draco. You unintentionally stop in front of one of these pictures, looking at your boyfriend in his young years. "Wasn't he incredibly cute?", Narcissa notes which you agree to with a shy smile. "Actually I think he is still very cute", you giggle, causing Draco to playfully roll his eyes. He hates when you call him cute or adorable. At least he pretends to hate it in front of you or others. In truth, he loves when you do. It makes him feel fragile and human.

Narcissa is quietly watching your teasing and can't help but smile to herself. Since she opened the door - no, actually since Draco told her about you for the first time - she noticed how extremely happy he is with you. And that warms her heart. Even if she has only known you for a few minutes, she already likes you. You make her son happy and that is all that matters to her.

Together you continue on your way towards a larger room with a huge fireplace and a classy looking, dark green sofa set. Draco's father Lucius is sitting in front of the lit fireplace, looking in your direction with an expectant expression on his face. Due to the relatively dark room, his face is only illuminated from one side by the greenish shimmering fire and therefore makes him look even more intimidating. For a moment you have to hold in a breath. "Look who is here, Lucius", Narcissa announces your presence.

Lucius slowly gets up from his armchair with the help of his cane and waits for you to come closer. You catch a glimpse of the coffee table which is littered with sweet treats and biscuits and the scent of tea surrounds the room. Lucius raises an eyebrow when you stand in front of him and Narcissa sits down on the sofa to give you enough space.

"Father. It is good to see you again", Draco says, but Lucius does not even flinch a tiny bit, just stares you up and down. "T-This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my father, Lucius Malfoy", he introduces you to each other and suddenly seems a little nervous, if not worried, himself.

"What a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms. What was the last name?", Lucius greets you as he takes your hand, examining it for a ring with a possible family crest. "You can just call me Y/N", you respond as he lets go and gives you a look that you can't quite interpret. "How nice that we all managed to be here at last!", Narcissa interrupts the uncomfortable silence that has occured and points to the sofa. "Please, sit down and make yourself comfortable. Draco, darling, please pour us some tea, will you?", she asks him and you sit down, leaving space for Draco between you and Narcissa.

"So, tell me, Y/N. How did you get to know each other?", Narcissa asks you eagerly, a small smile on her lips. "When we were at Hogwarts for the first time, of course, everyone already knew the Draco Malfoy. Everyone except me. I have never been very interested in other wizarding families and well, somehow he still managed to fascinate me. I did not know him, like at all, just from stories that were told in Hogwarts over the years. But these stories talked about a very different Draco than what he actually is", you start to explain, maybe also ramble a bit, but Narcissa is all ears.

"Y/N saw someone in me that I had not seen myself", Draco continues your story as he sits down between you and his mother, intertwining your hands on his lap. "At first I could not understand why she was even being nice to me, why someone like her is so kind to someone like me. I was always pretty rude to her."

"Oh yes, he really was. But just because he did not want it to be true that someone could see through him so easily", you softly nudge his side while you both smile. "You have to know that Draco never liked to show his feelings openly", Narcissa agrees, handing you and Draco your filled warm cups.

"To this day I do not know how she did it, but she managed to make me reveal my feelings to her and turned me into a better person. It wasn't until later that I realized I had always been in love with her", Draco tells his parents proudly, locking eyes with you. Your bright smile is reflected on his face and you shyly look at the warm mug in your hands. "I am so grateful that our son has someone at his side that takes such good care of him", Narcissa smiles while watching you two. "Are they not made for each other, Lucius?"

Only now you notice that Lucius has not yet said a word and was just watching the scene. He does not respond to his wife's statement, narrowing his eyes while closely looking at the silver snake head on his cane. Narcissa just shakes her head and turns back to you, takes a plate from the small table and hands it to you. "Eat, dear. These are delicious. It is a traditional recipe of my great ancestors", she offers and you take one of the delicious looking biscuits. "What about you tell us something about your family, Y/N", Lucius suddenly demands out of nowhere. "I would like to hear about them."

Confusion is written all over your face at his request. "Well, my family is not really special. My father works in the Ministry in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office and my mother works as a journalist in London. My older sister-", you start to tell him, but you are immediately rudely interrupted. "In London?", Lucius asks, his eyebrows rised. You nod slowly, not quite sure what he is pointing at. "Why would a pure-bloo-"

"It is not that important, is it, father?", Draco sighs and Lucius does not seem to be convinced at all, but falls silent anyway. "So you have an older sister?", Narcissa asks and while she waits for your answer, she takes a sip of her tea. "Yes. She is currently in her last year at Hogwarts", you reply proudly when Lucius clears his throat loudly all of a sudden.

"I am sorry if I missed it but I do not think I heard what house you got sorted into", he shoots you a threatening glare. Draco's body tenses up next to you, making you feel more insecure as well. What is so bad about this mere question? "Oh, my bad! I assumed Draco had already told you. I am a Hufflepuff", you inform him and his eyes, as well as Narcissa's, grow bigger instantly, making you feel like you said something wrong. Which to them you definetely did.

"A what?!", Lucius raises his voice, giving you a pejorative look, while Narcissa just completely stays silent and focuses her gaze to the ground. You look at Draco, scared and looking for help as reality hits you right in the face. Draco told his parents a lot about you, always just the good things and how happy you make him, but apparently he left out the most important detail: that you are a Hufflepuff and a half-blood from the middle class.

"Y-You did not tell them?", you whisper nearly inaudible, a hint of hurt in your voice. Draco is not able to answer as his father furiously gets up from his seat. "What else did you keep from us, Draco?", Lucius barks angrily, making you flinch a little and unintentionally holding onto his arm. "I did not know how to tell them that you are a half-blood", Draco responds, his voice full of shame that he did not have the guts to tell his parents.

"I knew something was wrong with her the moment she walked into this room! You want to tell me this girl is a half-blood, which is shame enough that she even made it into our house, and on top of that she is also a Hufflepuff!?", Lucius yells loudly and points at you with his cane, the anger literally visible in his eyes. "I am sorry. I really thought Draco told yo-"

"How dare you bring her into our house?! That is not how we raised you!", Lucius interrupts you angrily, getting closer to you and Draco. Draco immediately stands up, pulling you with him, your hands still tightly wrapped around his arm. "I knew exactly how you would react and that is why I wanted you to get to know her first before you judge her based on her status which, by the way, does not matter to me because I truly love her with all of my heart!", Draco counters, fumingly clenching his jaw and fists.

"I want her to get out of my house. Now", Lucius commands, grinding his teeth as he is now directly in front of you. He looks at you with such a derogatory expression that you feel totally worthless for a moment. "Maybe we should leave, Draco", you plead quietly, tugging on the sleeve of his black velvet coat, not wanting the situation to escalate even further. But Draco seems to have other plans and continues to defy his father. In the corner of your eye you see how Narcissa gets up from the couch after having enough time to compose herself.

"Don't you understand? She is the love of my life!", Draco shouts at Lucius who is not at all happy about the fact that his own son is raising his voice at him. "You dare to stand against me, son?", Lucius huffs out, stepping forward so that he is only inches away. "Lucius", Narcissa now also interferes and walks next to him, trying to keep her husband under control. But it is already too late.

"I really thought you would be happy for me for once in your damn life and disregard your stupid, outdated rules! I hate you so fucking much!", Draco crys out and even though you can only see him from the side, you are sure that he has tears in his eyes, just like you do.

"LUCIUS!"

Out of nowhere Lucius suddenly grabs Draco by the collar aggressively, Narcissa and you immediately trying to seperate them from each other, and when Lucius dangerously raises his hand all of a sudden, wanting to hit Draco, you stand in between them and catch Lucius' hand just in the last second before it could hit you.

"STOP!", you scream as loud as you can and Lucius swats his hand out of your grip as if you had contaminated him. Narcissa pulls her husband back to put some distance between him and their son. "Have you gone crazy?!", she rebukes him.

"Did he hurt you?", Draco asks, pulling you close to him, his hands on your forearms. "You did not have to do that, Y/N", he whispers as you shook your head to his question and Draco gently strokes over your cheek while you both try to ignore his parents' loud argument behind you. His eyes shimmer sadly when he looks into yours. "I am so sorry", he breathes out shakily. "I was hoping they would accept you, Y/N. I really thought they would-"

You shush him with your index finger on his lips, giving him a small smile. "It will not change my love for you in any way, Draco", you reassure him and flinch shortly afterwards when Lucius knocks one of the cups off the table in anger. "He is a disgrace for our family! He always was! He is destroying our bloodline", Lucius loudly argues with his wife. "Enough, Lucius!", Narcissa raises her voice and seems to be on the edge of doing something she would regret, but she is able to control herself. "I think it is better if you leave now, Draco. I will lead you outside."

Narcissa quickly grabs both of you by the arm before Lucius can say anything and leads you through the huge mansion back to the front door. Once you arrive, Draco turns to his mother, whose face is crested by a heartbroken expression. Draco lovingly takes her hands in his and gives them a reassuring squeeze. "I will talk to your father, I promise", she whispers, her head and shoulders hanging low.

"Don't worry, mother. You are not responsible for his behavior", Draco replys, trying to cheer her up. Narcissa raises her head and her eyes meet yours as she quickly approaches you. "Oh dear. I am so sorry for the inconvenience", she apologizes immediately, her hands on your shoulders. "I could not imagine anyone better than you by our son's side, regardless of your origin. I do not want you to suffer as much as I and my sisters did back then. I do not want to stand in the way of your love. Please, forgive us what happened today."

After her last words, she pulls you into a tight hug, which you return, happy that you at least got her blessing. "Thank you very much, Narcissa. I really appreciate your kind words", you gulp while holding back a few tears. Her words made you emotional, especially because she must have went through the same situation as you right now. To not be accepted. To not be allowed to be with who you want.

As she continues to hug you softly, your gaze meets Draco, who is intensely watching what is going on behind you with a smile on his face. To see how the most important women in his life get along, makes him emotional as well.

"You are such a nice and beautiful girl. Never let anyone get you down, okay? And please continue to take good care of him", she smiles at you after breaking the hug. "I will", you answer, the smile equally as big as hers. Draco walks next to you and puts his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to give you a quick kiss on your cheek.

"I love you", he states, making you blush because Narcissa is still here after all. "Both of you", Draco adds and Narcisaa nods, opening the door for you to leave. You wave your goodbyes to her and step down the staircase of Malfoy Manor, Draco's arm still wrapped around your shoulder, and walk into the chilly night, the bright shining moon over your heads creating a calm and comfortable atmosphere around you.

Even though everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong, you feel like it has only intensified your relationship and made your love for each other stronger than before. If you can survive such a horrible evening you will survive anything. And perhaps the next time you meet his parents it will end better.

[drsenkustone]

Dance Partner (Senku x Reader)

A/N: Just a little drabble since I haven’t written anything for almost 5 months T_T Covid crap has taken a lot of spirit out of me. But please enjoy!

Ship: Senku x Reader Anime: Dr. Stone Rate: PG Warnings: None (Somewhat AU, if the stone age didn’t happen, they all still in high school.) ____________________________________________________

You stared at Yuzuriha before taking a bite of your sandwich, in shock to what she just suggested. You two were sitting together at a picnic table outside the school enjoying your lunch until she said those words that made your cheeks turn pink.

“You can’t be serious…?” You asked.

“Of course I am!” She smiled, tapping your hand lightly in comfort. Even in your disbelief, you still went back to eating. “You’re coming to the dance and need a date and Senku will need one too! You should ask him to go with you, even as friends.”

“Senku is going because they asked him for tech support, not because he wants to dance,” you rebutted. “He’s not the type to dance either, it makes sense. Besides, no body NEEDS to have a date, it’s just something peer pressure does.”

“Okay, forget the date part. I think he would dance with you, I think there’s a part of him that treats you a little bit different from everyone else.” Her words had your heart race in excitement, but you didn’t want to believe a possible lie. “But no matter that, I know how you feel about him, (y/n),~ and you should confront those feelings” she stated, glancing up to see the loud child Taiju heading over with Senku in tail, both carrying lunches. She glanced back to you.

“Don’t even…” you warned, earning a giggle from her.

“I won’t…but at the dance, you should at least ask him to dance.”

“I never said I was going!” You huffed quickly before the boys got to the table to join lunch.

You glanced down at yourself in the mirror of home, dressed in one of your finer dresses. It was a deep navy blue with some tints of glitter lightly placed through a mesh overlay. The top fit as a halter and the dress ended above your knees. You added simple black short heels (since high heels hurt horribly on any occasion) and a white, clean jacket to keep you warm. Yuzuriha was a great talker when she wanted to be, you couldn’t believe you were going to this event.

At arriving at the school, you entered the loud cafeteria, running at least a half hour late to the event. Many students were partying to the beat or drinking or snacking, it seemed like fun. That’s when Yuzuriha and Taiju snuck up on you from behind and you let out a small gasp at their cheers.

“Ahhaa! You really did come (y/n)!” Taiju cheered, looking snazzy in his chocolate brown tuxedo, bow tie and all. Yuzuriha seemed to try to match, wearing a chocolate brown dress, it was really cute couple things you didn’t understand.

“Well…she kind of bullied me,” you teased Yuzuriha, earning a grin from the latter.

“You’ll have fun, we’re all here and can dance together! And Senku’s here too!” She smiled and pointed up to the tech booth on the side of the cafeteria. Your eyes automatically followed, seeing the spikey haired man talking to another tech squad on the platform. You didn’t even consider that Senku would dress up a bit too- he was wearing a smile black and white tuxedo, tie done properly and his eyes glowing in the lights. You felt your heart skip a beat watching him work. “C’mon, let’s go!” Yuzuriha interrupted your thoughts and the couple dragged you onto the dance floor.

As you figured, over the time, your feet grew tired and you sat yourself out during a couple high energy songs and now they played some slow, romantic songs. It was nice seeing two of your best friends so happy in each others arms, they really seemed to be made for each other.

“You jealous?” You glanced up at the voice besides you to see Senku suddenly sitting next to you at the table. You knew he looked handsome from afar but up close felt very threatening to your heart. You huffed at his comment, trying to hold your heartbeat in your chest.

“No…I’m just happy for them, that’s all” you responded, looking back to your friends, Senku’s eyes doing the same. You were happy for them, that wasn’t a lie…but you couldn’t help but picture that being Senku and you. Him holding you close around the waist, your arms over his shoulders staring into each others soul. The idea felt so nice…

“Senku?...” He looked over to you, his ruby red orbs meeting your (e/c) ones. You had to be brave like Yuzuriha said, otherwise you’d be dreaming forever. You choked down the frog in your throat. “Do…do you want to dance..with me?” You tried to keep eye contact, it was so hard. He was the one that broke it and looked down to the floor. It seemed like he had a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry (y/n), I don’t dance.” He responded somewhat solemnly, refusing to look back up to you. You also stared at the ground now, biting your bottom lip to hold back what felt like tears on the edge of your eyes. You knew that was going to be his answer…you were just hoping you’d be the one above that answer…the only one he would dance with.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” you were able to say and stood up. “I have to head to the ladies room, excuse me,” you muttered and respectfully walked away. No matter what, the last thing you wanted was to make your friendship awkward. Senku probably thought it was a simple offering, but it held more to you, you just needed to let some of it out alone. Little did you know, Senku sighed softly before going back up to the platform, he couldn’t do it.

Eventually, Yuzuriha found you camping out in the restroom and was there to provide some comfort. She got you to dance with her and Taiju for some more fun songs, but your heart wasn’t in it. It wasn’t much longer until students start to leave, the dance floor becoming more empty. Soon, all the students were gone besides a few to clean up, including your trio. You went over to grab your coat when the tables and floors were good before Taiju had grabbed your hands.

“(Y/n)!” he yelled, causing you to wince a bit, but you were use to it. “I..I have something I need you to do before you go!”

“You do?” He nodded vigorously. “What is it?” He quickly covered your eyes with your own hands and proceeded to guide you somewhere.

“Keep your hands on your eyes til I say! It’s a surprise!” Taiju instructed while you two walked.

“Didn’t you just say you needed me to do something? How can I do it if I’m blind?”

Taiju bit his lip, “Uhh, well you’ll do it when I show you!” he grinned, you could basically hear his grin. Eventually, the two of you came to a stop and he let go of your shoulders by which he was guiding you. “Okay, so count down from three and then remove your hands!”

You sighed softly. “Three…two…one.” When you dropped your hands, you saw Senku standing in front of you, a soft smile on his lips and his red ruby eyes large. “S-senku?” You questioned and then noticed you were STILL in the cafeteria, but the lights were darker and soft, no one else was in the room and the doors were closed. You looked at him in confusion.

“I’m no dancer, whether separated or partnered,” he stated, taking a step closer to you and offering a hand. “But I am your friend, I want to be there for you.” He stared directly into your eyes, and you weren’t sure if you were more hurt by his words, or happier. Regardless, you took his offered hand and stepped closer to him. His other hand, seeming to hold a remote, clicked a button before putting it in his pocket, and a slow, romantic lullaby began to play.

He put his hands around your waist, connecting them at the back. It was awkward, he wasn’t the physical touch kind of person. You rested your hands over his shoulders and connected behind his head, and the two of you began to sway side to side, seeming like a good start. You felt over the quiet time, his arms became more relaxed holding you. It wasn’t until you spoke that either of you realized you had been staring each other in the eyes the whole time.

“Senku…” you began, voice as soft as a cloud. “I want to know…if you can be there for me more…than just a friend.” It took so much courage for you to say that. Being you don’t know why he was here right now, dancing with you alone in the cafeteria.

“From what Taiju has told me, I need some time,” he replied, voice almost equally as soft. “I think with time…I can be…just like this dance.” His cheeks grew a tint of red while he watched your reaction. Your eyes were widened by his words, your own cheeks flushing and a smile trying to pry onto your lips, somewhat successfully.

“So..you’re saying..this dance…?”

“…It’s hard for me to do this in general, to be close to someone on this level. But I considered with a little help from two lovebirds, maybe there was another option.”

“You thought of all this for me?” You watched Senku nodded shyly.

“I just need time…” he repeated softly, closing his eyes and dropping his head a bit.

“Take all of it you need Senku, I will wait for you,” you dropped your head slightly too, both heads resting against each other while dancing slowly to the song.

[liighty]

Guzma babysitting Reader’s Niece

(A/N): BACK ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN! BUT THIS TIME IT’S NOT ALL THAT SELF-INDULGENT AND MIGHT POSSIBLY BE TURNED INTO A SUPER FIC IF I FEEL LIKE IT

In all honesty i’ve thought about making another largeass super self-indulgent Guzma x Reader mega fic, but I’m not sure if I want to? I don’t know if anybody would read it, so that’s what this post is for!!! If you like this and want to see actual Guzma x Reader with plot and not just fluff drabbles lmk!! I have a bunch of asks to address so maybe i’ll get to that too soon

Anyways, back to the fic.

Mini Summary: (Y/N)’s niece needs to be babysat while (Y/N) is interviewed, so they turn to Guzma and crew to help out for a bit. Chaos ensues.

Rating/Triggers: UH drugs are mentioned but not really? THE KID DOES NOT DO DRUGS!!!! but yeah if that makes you uncomfy i’d be careful with it??\

Pairing: Guzma/Gender Neutral!Reader (I used the honorific ‘Titi’ which is gender neutral for ‘Tia’ or ‘Tio’ [extra thanks to Ocha_Bocha for helping me with that one <3] and tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. Originally this was written with a male reader, and then I went female, and ultimately attempted to eliminate gender completely. [Following the footsteps of Splatoon teehee])

Fic under cut!!!!!

"Are you sure this is a good idea, honey?" You clutch your niece's hand as you approach the large walls that separate Po Town from the rest of Ula'Ula Island. It's not that you don't trust the man who you're leaving her with- in fact, those two have been acquainted previously and seem to get along fairly well- It's his friends who you're concerned about.

"..." Her silence is expected, as the kid isn't all that talkative. Recognizing the young girl's silence, you frown. 

"You can stay in the office lounge if you really want to. I know you aren't the biggest fan of crowds, and um- Guz has some pretty loud friends-" Your explanation of what to be expected is quickly interrupted by a blue haired young man decked in black and white clothing. "Yo yo, what's with the kid?!" 

You arch a brow. You knew that Guzma worked with kids, but this guy couldn't be any older than 15! "I could say the same for you. I'm here to talk to Guzma-"

"Ya mean the boss? Why would some random chick want anything ta do with the leader of the Team Skull, huh?!"

A pink haired girl dressed in the same outfit walks up to the boy, crossing her arms. "Shut it, ya clod. Don't you remember the conversation we had with Boss yesterday?"

Hearing this, the blue haired boy's eyes light up in an epiphany. "Ohhhhh shit- Right-"

"Watch yer fuckin' language around the kiddo." She lightly smacks the back of Dansei's head. "She's in good hands, ma'am."

Another pink haired woman, this one being someone you finally recognize, walks in and smacks both of the delinquents in the head once more. "You say that after cussing, Reese?" 

Thank God. Plumeria. "Hey Plumes-" You smile weakly, waving politely with your free hand. Your niece does the same. Another young man, this one much shorter than the first and with green curly hair scrambles after Plumeria, jumping up and down to be seen. "Sorry about these numskulls. I'll lead y'all to the big boss man, yo. No worries at all, so you can chillax!"

I'm regretting this more and more by the second.

The crew starts whistling some hip hop tune as they make their way to the Shady House, the smaller boy beatboxing. You've taken this time to offer a piggyback ride to your niece, who's politely declined. Are all kids like this? Or is it just her?

Once they approach the boss, Guzma immediately jumps out of his chair, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face. "Eyyyyyy! (Y/N)!!! Kiddo!! What's up, homeslice?!" He hops down the stairs and crouches so he can get at eye-level with the young girl, offering his fist for a pound-it.

She bumps her fist against his, smiling just a bit. It's more of a reaction than you expected, at least. "S-sup, Uncle Guzma-" 

Looks like his slang is rubbing off on her. That's cute.

"Thanks for droppin' by, Doll. No need to worry about Little Miss Troublemaker over here, I got it all under control." He picks up your niece and walks over to you, pressing a looooooooongass smooch on your cheek. The other Team Skull members all make mini comments, like "Ewwww-", "Grosss-", and "Cooties-", causing Plumeria to once again smack their heads together. 

You roll your eyes, unable to stop the smirk on your face from growing any further. "Not in front of the kids, Guz." "Ah, right, right- My bad." His shades slide onto his face, hiding the bright red blush that had crept onto his cheeks. "Well, you should probably get goin', ey? The Aether Foundation's one lucky company to have you interviewin' for a position."

"Dork." You boop his nose, then your niece's. "Call me if you need me, okay honey? I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, Titi (Y/N)-" You smile at the nickname while the others snicker. 'Titi' sounds an awful lot like 'Tittie', and considering three of the 7 people in the room are immature teenagers, there's definitely some laughing going on in the background. Plumeria looks very tired. How does she deal with these kids all the time?

"Alright, I'll be back. Don't light anything on fire, okay?" You yell as you walk off, feeling a slight hint of unease at the idea of leaving your young niece with so many delinquents, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be fine, though. Guzma's there to keep them from doing anything stupid.

You laugh at the thought. Who am I kidding? He's probably gonna be the one who explodes something first.

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The interview itself wasn't all that bad. You're fairly certain that you either aced it or put yourself up for consideration, which in itself helped your confidence just a bit. With the absence of Lusamine and the arrest of several of her chairmen, the foundation was very antsy and in need of someone who could handle the Pokemon Observation department. With your background in medicine and PR, you were rationally on the list of potential replacements, and despite your initial resistance, learning that the company would be run by somebody that WASN'T the manipulative little bitch Lusamine gave you enough comfort to accept the offer for the interview. Was it just an offer or an invitation? You weren't quite sure, but Wick was very insistent on you showing up.

Either way, you're pretty certain you got the job. Good on you. 

You can't help but wonder how your niece is doing, surrounded by so many troublemakers. As you make your way to the entrance of the Shady House, you can hear loud music, causing you to feel a small tint of anxiety. She'll be fine.

You walk up to the door and creak it open, the smell of burnt… whatever the fuck that is flooding your nostrils. Of course. They lit something on fire.

"Guz??" You call out to the empty room. "Plumes? Anybody home?" As expected, there's no response. You start to feel more and more anxious the more ground you start to cover. Where are they? Peeking your head around the corridor, your anxiety comes to its peak when-

"And that's why you should never do drugs, aight?"

H-Huh?

Your niece sits on Guzma's knee as he bounces it up and down, his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face like usual. Awfully burnt cookies sit on the table, explaining the smell from earlier, and Plumeria seems to be asleep with the other team skull grunts. Are they… napping? Seems like it. 

She nods enthusiastically, taking a bite of a charred cookie and grimacing shortly after, causing the two to both laugh in unison.

"Doesn't matter if it's just for recreational purposes, you could still get hooked, and that's the last thing we want!" Grinning once again, Guzma pokes her forehead.

Hypocrite. You're reminded of the first time you two had kissed, which happened to be shortly after you both had blazed a couple of joints. It's enough to get you laughing, though.

"Huh?! What're you doing here so early? Don't tell me ya flunked THAT bad!" Guzma's eyes widen, a genuine look of bewilderment painted on his face.

"I did not flunk! I think I did great!" You huff, crossing your arms defiantly. "It's suuuuuuuper comforting that you thought I failed, Guz."

"Nononono I was joking!! Right, kiddo??" Your niece quickly nods. "See???? No harm, no foul!"

Arching a brow, you walk up to the two and pick up the young girl. "Mhmmm. Did you have fun, honey?"

She nods again, unable to contain the grin on her face. "Uncle Guzma told me about his Pokemon training! And I got to ride on Golisopod's back!" 

The large bug type pokemon bops up and down upon hearing its name, prompting a smirk from Guzma. "Yeah, I told ya I'd take care of her. She's welcome back anytime, okay?"

"Thanks, Guz." You peck his cheek, and your niece sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes. 

"Icky cooties!!" Where the hell did she hear that? The only people you can think of who'd say such a thing are in the other room snoozing, so- Yeah, actually, you know exactly who taught her that word.

"Well, I'm gonna getchu with my cooties! And my tickles!" You raise a hand menacingly, wiggling your fingers with one eye closed. She immediately curls up, not out of fear, but out of excitement. It's nice to see her so happy again.

After a very long tickle session, you quickly glance at the large grandfather clock, noting the short hand of the clock slowly approaching the number 8. Shit. "We gotta go, kiddo. Your dad isn't gonna be all that happy if we get home any later than 8:30. Besides, it's past your bedtime."

"I bet Uncle Guzma stays up past his bedtime-" She yawns. "Can we stay for a little longer?"

How can I say no to that face? You find yourself incredibly conflicted. Do you tell her you have to leave anyways? Or do you stay and risk getting in trouble by your brother-in-law?

"Eh, as much as I'd love to have you over for longer, kiddo- Look at your Titi (Y/N). They look exhausted."

You smile gratefully at the comment, glad that it doesn't have to be you to tell your niece to go home. "Yeah, I'm beat. We can hang out some other time, okay? I promise." You pat her head and get ready to leave.

"Aww… okay. Bye, Uncle Guzma!! Bye Golisopod!" She holds your hand, and the two of you eventually walk your way back to the car. As you drive away, one thing lingers in your head. You can't think of anything else, in all honesty.

Guzma's great with kids. I should've expected as much, but… I'm glad he gets along with my family.

Your stomach rumbles at the intersection. I'd kill for some malasadas right about now- 

Okay, maybe you CAN think of something else.

[stylesberries]

Flower Field

Summary: Harry accidentally breaks his favorite guitar, which makes it an obvious choice of a present for his upcoming birthday.

Genre(s): fluff

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning(s): cuteness overload

After releasing Fine Line, Harry was preparing himself to go on a world tour with the new album. He refused to leave you, his most precious treasure, behind when going on tour. He begged you to come with him, as if you could ever turn that request down.

Couple of months before the tour Harry’s favorite guitar ended up broken. It was just another night spent in the studio with you and Mitch. Harry got a bit too excited (and a little tipsy) as he danced his precious bum off, he tripped and landed right on top of his guitar neck, snapping it in two. Watching his facial expression change from a blissful one to a mournful one, you stood up from your place to walk over to him and wrap your arm around his waist. You took a look at the body of the guitar on the floor, separated from the neck, that Harry was holding at the moment. He held it with disappointment written all over his face.

“It was a really good one, you know?” Harry stated, turning it look at you.

“I know, baby. I’m so sorry.” You pressed your body to his side and pulled him closer to you by his waist.

“It’s okay. It happens sometimes.”

Although, he tried to brush it off, you knew he was very upset. He wrote two albums on that guitar and was planning on taking it along on tour.

His birthday was just around the corner, so you knew exactly what you were going to get him as a present.

The next day you called Mitch and asked him about the guitar Harry broke and where you could get the identical one. Mitch provided you with the address of the guitar shop, that Harry mostly get his guitars from, and the name of the model.

You snuck out of the bed early in the morning, gently pushing Harry’s arm off of your body. Leaving the bed, you made sure to pull the blanket over Harry’s back, so that he’s not freezing in this mid-January situation that was going on in the northern hemisphere. You were turning to walk up to the closet to change your clothes, but you couldn’t keep yourself from turning back in your feet and bending over the bed to land a kiss on your beloved’s temple.

“Nghh, where y’goin’?” Harry surprised you by mumbling to you and tugging on your (his) T-shirt.

“Stay. Please.” How could you leave now?

Guess the guitar will have to wait for a day.

“Y/N, don’t go please. We haven’t cuddled in two days. I miss you. Come on, princess. Come here, love.” Harry whispered in your ear as you guys stood in the kitchen cooking dinner two days after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“Baby, stay with me. It’s so early and you look so fucking hot in that T-shirt of mine.” Harry pressed his crotch against your thigh on the third day after you was supposed to go to the guitar shop.

“But we had to watch so many movies, sunshine. I even made us some popcorn.” Harry grinned at you, walking towards you with a bowl, while you were sitting on the couch.

As you may have already guessed - it was the forth day after you were supposed to go to the guitar shop.

On the fifth day, you told Harry that you have to do a lot of work that accumulated within those five days. He grudgingly let you go, but made sure to make you promise to spoon him when you come back.

Parking your car by the guitar store, you were relieved to see that the store was open on a Sunday.

You walked into the store and up to a shop assistant, who was wearing a Pink Floyd T-shirt. “Adds to the atmosphere.” You thought.

After telling him the name of the exact model you need, Eric, as his badge suggested, guided you to the guitars hanging on the wall. He pointed at one, that looked just like the one Harry cracked in two.

You walked out of the store with a guitar in a case and a happy smile on your face. A fucking poet you are.

Not wanting to leave the guitar plain crème, you also dropped by an art supplies shop to get some paints to decorate the guitar.

Next week you would sneakily decorate the guitar whenever Harry left the house to go to the store or the studio.

By the end of January the guitar was decorated with flowers. Chamomiles, roses and sunflowers graced the surface of the guitar, making it look like a portal to a flower field. Perfect.

On his birthday, Harry was woken up earlier than usual by your kisses. What greeted Harry was the undivided attention of his favorite person and a breakfast in bed made by said person.

At about seven in the evening you both were on your way to the party that Jeff put up for Harry and Glenne. On the way there Harry kept asking you about the mysterious present that you promised to gift him after the party.

“Is it something edible?” He asked, being visibly restless.

“No. Actually, who knows? I guess everything is edible. I think you could try to eat it but I doubt you’d like it much.”

Your answer just confused the poor guy even more. He turned his head back to the window and squinted his eyes. In a few moments, he turned his head back to you, sitting in the driver’s seat. You told Harry that as a birthday boy, he shouldn’t have to drive himself to his birthday party, which was a lame excuse, but you needed one to get him to let you drive, as you knew his attention would be on you the whole road to the place.

“Is it small enough for me to carry it around?” Harry tried his best to guess what exactly you were getting him. He’d been like this since the early morning when you wouldn’t tell him what you’ve gotten for him.

“It’s not small, but you can carry it around.” It was the first question, for which your answer wasn’t exactly a “no”, so Harry smiled, thinking he’s finally onto something. The party took place in a closed down restaurant that you all would go to once in a while. There weren’t many guests. Just the closest friends. “Knowing Harry, it’s probably hundreds of people.” You thought.

At 8:46 Jeff came up to you and Glenne and interrupted your heated discussion about the newly released albums that deserve more appreciation than they’re getting.

“Y/N.” Jeff whispered to you. “Harry’s going on and on about a present. He’s driving me insane.” Jeff started and leaned closer to you.

You know exactly what’s going on.

“What did you get him? I’m honestly intrigued myself.”

As if you didn’t know that Harry was the one who sent him over to you.

“Look, Jeff, I know Harry sent you over. I’m not telling you anything.” You turned to Harry, who was standing two tables away from you and was, apparently, engaged in a conversation with Ben.

You walked up to him and tapped him on his shoulder. He excused himself, slowly turned around and tried to hide a smile, knowing that you’ve probably figured his plan out.

“Hi, baby.” You moved your mouth up to his ear, which made him lean into it automatically.

“If you want to know what I got you, you should be patient like a good boy you are, okay?” Your voice was stern and you could feel him stiffen up next to you. As you moved away from him, you put on an innocent smile and kissed him on the lips. He froze in his place and couldn’t even move his lips against yours. Separating your lips from his, you turned to back to walk over to Glenne to continue your talk.

When you came up to Glenne and Jeff, he informed you that the cake is about to be brought out for the two Aquarians to blow the candles.

When the cake was brought out, the wishes ended up forgotten, as both Harry and Glenne had their faces covered in sweet frosting. You laughed while dragging your pouty boyfriend to the restroom to clean him off. On the way to the restroom, your fingers had already been covered in the frosting from Harry’s face, as you were getting a better taste of it.

You walked into the restroom and got napkins to clean Harry’s face off.

“Is it something we can both use?” There we go again.

“No, love. Unfortunately, it’s not. I mean it could become that but not at the moment, no.” You answered him while wiping the frosting off of the tip of his nose.

“Why is it s’complicated?” He asked with frustration written all over his face.

“It’s actually quite simple, lovie. We’ll be home soon and you’ll know what it is.” You smiled at Harry and brought your hands to cup his cheeks and kiss the tip of his nose.

“You’re so loving.” He lets you push his head into the crook of your neck.

“Of course I am. How can I not be loving to you? You’re my everything.” You cooed into his ear while drawing circles on his back.

“No. No one has ever cared f’me as much as you have. Y’make it look so easy to love me, and I know for sure - I’m not easy to love. I’m all over the place. I’m clingy and sometimes even annoying, but y’never make me feel like it bothers you.” He whispered truthfully into your ear as he relaxed in your arms.

You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away to look into his eyes. You hugged him tighter and kissed his temple.

“Because it doesn’t. I don’t make it look easy to love you. It is easy to love you. I love when you’re being clingy. Makes me feel wanted and loved. I adore everything about you, my precious. You’re so sweet, kind and attentive, sunny. I love you more than anything, do you know that?” You could feel him ready to start a debate on how annoying he is, but before he has a chance to say anything, you pull him away from your neck and look into his eyes, still holding his hands in yours.

“It’s a guitar.” You blurt.

“What?” Harry asked you confusingly.

“The present. It’s a guitar. The same as the one that you landed on. I also painted it but I want you to see it in person first.” You explained shyly. Harry looked at you with wide eyes and seemed a bit too shocked for your liking.

“Why do you look so shocked? Am I that bad that you didn’t expect me to do anything nice for you?” You jokingly asked.

Harry’s face softened and the corners of his mouth flew up. He kept looking at you with his loving green eyes and you could see tears building up in their inner corners.

“Harry, are you crying?” You asked and tried to pull him closer to yourself but he brushed your arms away. Instead, he grabbed your cheeks in his hands and smashed his lips into yours.

As his lips separated from yours, he kept holding your face in his hands and looked straight into your eyes.

“I spent my whole life thinking that I will never be able to find real love. I kept blaming myself for the fact that every relationship I’ve been in before you would fall apart because of me. When you walked into my life, I was so scared to mess everything up again, but you made it seem as if I wasn’t the one at fault. You made me feel normal for once. You make all the pain subside. M’heart and soul belong to you. Only you.“

As Harry finished his speech, Mitch bursted into the restroom.

“Guys, stop making out, we’ve been waiting for you to cut the cake. Glenne said she wanted Harry to help her make the first cut for a picture.”

Mitch walked further into the room and stood behind Harry pushing him towards the door.

“Y/N, come on. He won’t go unless you come with him. He’s like a lost puppy without you.” Mitch teased Harry, causing him to frown.

“He’s my lost puppy.” You joked and walked behind the guys.

You couldn’t see Harry’s face properly, but you were most certain that a grin on his face was impossible to miss.

Here you were now, watching Harry and the band during a sound check while biting on the takeaway food that Harry ordered for the whole team.

“Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend calling for you from the stage.

When you looked up from your feast, you took some time to chew on your food and answer.

“Harry!” You mocked your curlyhead, watching him smile at you.

“Look what Mitch just taught me.” Harry announced and positioned his hands over the strings and the fingerboard of his flower-field guitar.

As you walked closer to your excited boyfriend, you could hear him starting to play Mitch’s solo from ‘She’. The more he played, the wider your smile grew.

The crew carried on setting everything up for the concert, while Harry kept showing off his newly-learnt guitaring.

Harry kept telling you that the guitar made him play even better and was probably certain that it is exactly the case.

Knowing that it can’t be possible, as the guitars were identical, you put the blame on the fact, that he was strongly besotted with you.

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[rivalsforlife]

Do you have anything you wished was different from Ace Attorney canon?

Hello I'm finally slowly starting to get around to answering some of these! Sorry for the wait.

Uh this ask got super long so a basic summary of it: narumitsu being canon in a well-written way would be nice even though I don't think it would ever happen, I stand by not bringing back Phoenix as a main protagonist in DD, and I'd also want to rewrite all of SOJ so that Apollo goes to Khura'in in place of Phoenix, to have more interesting character stuff going on.

So the longer answer is this:

Aside from some of the actually problematic stuff that I don't feel qualified to talk about, story-wise, I answered a sort of similar question about a year ago here. I have changed my opinions a little bit since then, particularly with regards to the canonicity of narumitsu... because while I do love narumitsu I feel like I don't trust Ace Attorney to actually do it properly. After all if this past November has taught us anything "making a ship canon" could actually be quite undesirable and I have no desire to see Phoenix and/or Edgeworth sent to superhell. (I literally know nothing else about supernatural sorry about that.)

If capcom were somehow able to make narumitsu canon but in an unobtrusive way and as a natural progression of the storyline, like oh hey, the court record profile for Miles Edgeworth's Obligatory Last-Case Appearance has Phoenix mention they're dating, and maybe there's a few lines suggesting they live with each other, but it's not like... taking the entire story to force them together and otherwise does not change the way they interact with each other and butcher one or both of their characterizations in the process? I'd definitely be happy about that. Not gonna lie even if they made narumitsu canon in the most terrible way possible I'd have a "holy shit I can't believe they did that it's the best day of my life" kind of moment before I could think about it critically. But I honestly see no chance of them ever actually making narumitsu canon, so that's quite unrealistic to hope for anyways.

Aside from that in that other ask I talked about basically the premise of an Apollo trilogy and not bringing back Phoenix as the main protagonist in DD, and I still stand by that, buuut in my other ask I did touch on making SOJ a different game where Apollo goes to Khura'in instead of Phoenix - and you know what I'm going to take some time to actually talk about my dream version of SOJ because there were a lot of little things about the one we got that I didn't like. And it's going to be very long. So it's under a cut.

SO yeah I talked about it a bit in the other ask. I think that Phoenix going to Khura'in is a rather weak idea both externally and in-universe. In one of the interviews, too lazy to find which one, Phoenix basically goes to Khura'in because the writers couldn't figure out how to challenge him anymore. ... And then they don't actually challenge him at all. Because oh well now we're going to this new country where they KILL DEFENSE ATTORNEYS WHO LOSE and then it's supposed to be *shocking* that Phoenix would risk his life for a kid or his best friend. you know the guy who ran across a burning bridge to save his best friend. you know the guy who got punched in the face, nearly killed by the mafia, and tazed trying to save his clients. This doesn't tell me anything new about Phoenix's character. His whole travel in Khura'in doesn't tell me anything new about Phoenix's character. Basically the only reason he's there is to see Maya - Maya who theoretically would be returning home in about two weeks. Maya who was still in her training for two more weeks when Phoenix visited so he wouldn't be able to see her anyways. ... And in the meantime Trucy had the biggest show of her life that was going to be on TV and Phoenix wasn't there for it. And of course Phoenix didn't return home after Trucy was accused of murder (yes he couldn't be there for the trial, but he definitely could have for the emotional support afterwards) and instead just sits for two weeks in Khura'in doing literally nothing after Ahlbi's trial.

(And yes I know about the anime prologue that has Phoenix think Maya's in danger... but that's not strictly canon since it's never mentioned in game, isn't technically a part of the game, and even still, why wouldn't he go home after knowing that Maya's safe and that Trucy had been ACCUSED OF MURDER. Honestly that's what makes me angriest about this whole thing is that it makes Phoenix out to be a terrible dad. We really don't need any more takes like that, especially not from canon.)

And what about Apollo, you may ask? Well, given case 5 of SOJ, Apollo actually has a personal link to Khura'in and ends up staying there afterwards... after being there for like a day or two. I should note here that it has been a while since I went through SOJ in its entirety so I am fuzzy on many of the details. But both through what I remember and some conversations with people who actually played the game recently, the motivation for Apollo to actually stay in Khura'in isn't that great. It mainly seemed like guilt about his dead dad who he hadn't been in contact with for years and had completely written off until a few days ago but oh he died and then went to go visit him so... better take up the law office!

If Apollo had gone to Khura'in in place of Phoenix and spent more time there, reconnecting with his childhood home and actually getting passionate seeing how corrupt the legal system is there (even though we have a corrupt legal system at home) and being driven to fix it, that would make for a stronger story, I think. The Khura'in plot is more personally focused around Apollo than it is Phoenix. Phoenix's connection to Khura'in is through Maya, but Maya doesn't really have much of a connection to it aside from "it's where spirit channeling is from and she trains there". But Apollo, I guess, grew up there. So it's so strange to me that they force all of Apollo's connection to Khura'in in the last case while Phoenix is running around doing who-knows-what for the rest of the game. Phoenix spends more time getting to know the state of Khura'in and the Defiant Dragons and case 3's whole thing but he isn't the one who in the end decides to sit down and fix it; that's all on Apollo. It almost feels like they forced one of the two plots in to everything. And it was probably conceived as a Phoenix story that they needed to fit Apollo into last minute because oops he's supposed to be a protagonist too.

Some other strengths to Apollo going to Khura'in include that it would shake up the character dynamics a bit. Instead of Phoenix defending Maya, it's Apollo defending Maya, and that's a particularly interesting thing to look at in the context of Khura'in's "we kill defense attorneys" system. Of course, Phoenix would risk his life to save Maya, 100%, every time. But what about Apollo, who hasn't met Maya, who only knows her as "Mr. Wright's former assistant" - would he risk his life for her? And I feel like Maya would argue more against him defending her because of that. "We're strangers, you don't know me, you don't have to risk your life defending me." (Sidenote that I was always upset that Maya didn't protest much when Phoenix offered to defend her, knowing his life was at risk - sure she knows him better and knows he's always been able to get her out of these situations, but at the same time, the fact that there was no "what about your daughter?" conversation sucks. I really wish SOJ wouldn't have like. completely forgotten about the phoenix-trucy father-daughterisms.)

Let's say Apollo goes to Khura'in. Phoenix stays at home. Phoenix gets a call from Apollo that's basically "uhh hi Mr. Wright you know your friend Maya, she's been arrested for murder, if I defend her and I lose we're both dead," then you can tie in to that moment in 6-2 where Phoenix (who can't make it in time for the trial!) believes in Apollo and his skills as an attorney, not just to save Maya's life, but also his own. It ties in a bit more to the overall challenge of defending someone at the risk of your own life. Again, Phoenix would have very few hesitations, if any, risking his life to defend Maya. Apollo may have more defending a stranger at the risk of his own life.

Then if you can actually have Apollo and Maya talk together that would be neat - Maya can tell him embarrassing stories about Phoenix's rookie days, for instance. Their dynamic would be quite a bit different from Phoenix and Maya's, and that would be an interesting thing to see, unlike what we have in SOJ where all of Maya's substantial interactions are with characters she already knows or brand new characters.

(It would also be pretty neat to know more spirit channeling politics and dive in more to Maya's perspective on Khura'in and also her role as upcoming Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique and where she plans to lead the village in the future and also reconcile with her family's bloody legacy, but I'm not quite sure how to fit that in right now.)

And how about Phoenix, back home in Japanifornia? Evidently he'd end up being in charge of defending Trucy. Now, I did love the siblingsisms in canon 6-2, but I feel like there is still potential for Phoenix defending Trucy. All of Apollo Justice has a bunch of good moments between Apollo and Trucy, and she's co-counsel on all his trials, but we've never had any substantial Phoenix and Trucy investigation or co-counsel moments. I feel like AU 6-2 would be a great opportunity to dive more into Phoenix and Trucy's relationship and how it may have changed after Phoenix got his badge back. Plus, Phoenix being "the only one who knows how she really feels on the inside", he'd have unique insider knowledge into some of the Gramarye stuff that comes up in the case and Trucy's personal connection to the Gramaryes, which Apollo knows a bit of, but Phoenix knows more of. ... Or at least, should know more of, given that he raised Trucy for nine years at this point and they're very close, and Phoenix knows her better than anyone else does, even if capcom has forgotten this.

... Of course having Athena defend the case would also be great because more Athena spotlight is never a bad thing, but it's hard to come up with a reason why Phoenix wouldn't be there to defend her. And doing more switcheroos in terms of role in the plot is a bit beyond the scope of what I have in mind right now. Sorry Athena.

Aside from that, Athena still gets Storyteller, Apollo still heads Turnabout Revolution, and Phoenix still gets the DLC case. Apollo stays in Khura'in in the end with a bit more to his motivations. Rather than it just being about carrying on Dhurke's legacy, it's also something Apollo is passionate about after all he witnessed here. While we're at it I'd still rework a lot of Turnabout Revolution to make it so that Phoenix genuinely believes in Atishon because that makes for sooo much more interesting of a plot and actual character development on Phoenix's part than "Maya was kidnapped again and Phoenix is only wrong when he has no other choice", but that'd require some more detail and this post is long enough already.

And in terms of other details that need to be sorted out, there's the question of why Apollo would need to go to Khura'in in the first place. I'd probably say something to do with Dhurke. Maybe he comes back a bit earlier - actually alive, maybe, though crossing borders would be a bit of a challenge, or he reaches out to Apollo remotely somehow and Apollo goes to yell in his face about abandoning him (or at least that's what he thinks he wants.) Then we could have some more Dhurke and Apollo bonding time, potentially? Idk, if you switch up Phoenix and Apollo you're pretty much writing a whole new game and obviously I have not worked out all the details, but I think if Capcom had tried to go with this route from the outset they'd have a stronger game. At least stronger character motivations.

So... yeah. Those are my opinions. If you read through this whole thing I'm very impressed because it got very long!

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Sinful Sunday!!

AN: Well folks we made it to number 10 of Sinful Sundays!!!! Honestly you all have been liking these more than I thought you would and that makes me really happy! Only real announcement for this week is that this week's Wednesday fic is the next part of Merman!Din and I am super excited to get it written and ready for you guys! Anyway, I hop you a have a great week!!

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Marshal Commander Cody x Reader, Sub!Captain Rex x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader, Paz Vizsla x Reader, Ezra (Prospect)x Reader

Marshal Commander Cody x Reader

Ok so I feel like this one is long overdue, but I just wanna say be warned that there is just a lot of smut in this. In my defense my period has me going through some feral ass thoughts…..

It had been a long evening of meetings and schmoozing with other senators at a diplomatic gala that had been thrown by Chancellor Palpatine himself. You were just ready to be in your apartment where you could shed the heavy dress you were wearing along with the tight, migraine-inducing hairdo you were supporting. What you weren’t expecting though, was to only get one digit of your security code into the keypad before your door was swishing open and you were being pulled into your home away from home. Your first instinct was to fight back, not seeing your assailant, then you felt the cold hardness of plastoid digging into your back, as well as the small sliver of deep yellow on the gloves. Instantly you relaxed, and when he let you go you spun around ready to chastise him for his behavior, but when you made eye contact, you could see the hot blaze set in his amber eyes. Gulping you take a step away from him and open your mouth to speak, but are instantly cut off by the man of the hour, Commander Cody, as he growls out, “That’s some dress you have on there, senator.”

Looking down you blush, and avoid eye contact as you say, “We-well, Commander, the style wasn’t necessarily my idea...the color was though.”

The dress was showier than some of your others, having a plunging neckline, as well as open sides that gave off just enough side boob to tease anyone within eyesight. The dress also had two very high leg slits that very clearly showed your legs off with every step you took, and the color, which you had picked purposefully, was very much the same shade that Cody wore proudly on his armor. 

Looking up, you caught Cody’s engulfing gaze as he took in every inch of you, especially lingering on the spots where your breasts showed teasingly and where your thighs were peeking from behind the silky fabric. Finding your voice again you spoke up saying, “I, uh, liked the dress. Thought the color looked nice on me… do you not like it, Cody?”

That had his eyes immediately jerking up to meet your own, and him stepping forward to crowd you into the wall.

“Like it? Do I like it? The second I walked into that party with the General to speak with the Chancellor I could see you, and fuck did you make me want to bend you over right there. Teach you a lesson for walking around dressed like this, how many of those sniveling senators do you think you made harder than they have ever been in their life> Hmm? How many of those men and women do you think came just from the sight of you?”

You only shivered in response to his question, then in the next second, he was smashing his lips into your own in a bruising kiss that left you completely breathless when he finally pulled away.

“Co-cody pl-,” you couldn’t even finish your thought before, he slapped your thigh with enough force to make the sound echo through your quiet apartment and you to whimper before he growled out, “Tonight, it is Commander. I want you in your bed stripped bare and open for me by the time I get this armor off,” he gave you one more bruising kiss, before squeezing your thigh which no doubt had a red mark, as whispered, “Go.”

You were in your room before you could even think. You thanked the maker that the dress wasn’t one of the harder ones to take off and didn’t need more than one pair of hands to peel from your body. The dress, you immediately hung up, not wanting it to get ruined, especially with how much of a reaction it has caused in your favorite Commander. Next you started ripping out all the pins and accessories from your hair, glad that you didn’t need to waste time stripping from underthings because you hadn’t been able to wear them under the dress. The second you heard stopping feet coming closer to your bedroom door, you had pulled the last pin from your hair and launched yourself into bed not wanting to know what punishment Cody would give you tonight with how worked up he obviously was. 

When Cody entered the room, he paused only long enough to take in your flustered and lustful sight with a smirk before climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between your spread legs. 

“Look at you, I haven’t even touched you, and these,” he reached up squeezing your breasts, before pinching your nipples listening to the sinful mewl you give out, “are already hard and begging for me to touch them. Isn’t that right, senator?”

Flustered, you feel heat rise in your face and chest as you nod, embarrassed over just how worked up Commander Cody could so effortlessly make you. But that wasn’t enough of an answer for him, so he reached down with one hand and slapped your wet pussy, enjoying just how wet it felt and sounded as he did. He squeezed your breasts and ran his thumb over your peaked nipple as he said lowly, “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes Cod- Commander. All for you, please,” and as you gave out an answer you knew would please him, you arched your chest up into his touch with a whimper. “Such a good little thing for me.”

Cody made sure and take his time with your breasts, squeezing and pinching them, nipping and marking them, so that by the time he pulled away your chest glistened with his saliva and was colored with bright marks. He watched your heaving chest with an almost possessive gaze for a minute as he reached down and stroked himself a few times. Then his gaze met yours again, and you could see just how much his black pupils had eaten away the amber of his gaze in his lust for you and you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when you felt the hunger in his gaze. Then you felt the head of his cock being pushed through your slippery folds, nudging against your clit, making your head press back into the pillow as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Tell me how much you want me, come on, I wanna hear it. Beg me for my cock.”

Whimpering, you opened you eyes and met his gaze again and moaned out as his tip brushed over your clit again and said, “Please, Commander.”

You felt him pull his cock away from you and as you started to whimper, it turned into a pleasured mewl as he smacked your cunt again, growling, “You can do better than that, try again.”

Wasting no time, especially as he barely brushed his cock over you teasingly you begged out, “Please, Commander, please please, please. I need you, I need you to put it inside me. Please I need you, Commander.”

Cody muttered some small praise to you as he pressed into you, graning about how good you feel. Instead of slamming into you as you had expected, Cody made sure to sink into you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him, every catch and bump as he sunk all the way into you. By the time he bottomed out and you felt his balls brush against your ass, you were squirming and attempting to grind against him to some kind of friction to relieve the aching need you felt, but he kept both hands anchored to your waist keeping you still. With a grin, Cody looked up at you from where he had been watching you stretch and take him fully, “Now I want you to cum all over me like this. I wanna feel you squeeze me even tighter, and if you’re good then I will fuck you so hard you’ll walk with a limp tomorrow, senator.”

His words alone were enough to have you flushing and clenching around him as he stretched you out. Then he moved one of his large hands down so that it rested over your lower belly and his thumb could press tight circles to your clit that had you seeing stars almost immediately. He held you still as he brushed his thumb over your clit again and again and you felt like you were going mad. As he continued his onslaught you begged him to move, but he stayed silent only pressing harder against your clit, until you couldn’t take it anymore and you clenched down on him and came with a shout of, “Commander.”

He didn’t even give you a second to recover before he was pulling out of you and slamming back into you as he grunted, “So good for me.”

Cody set up a punishing pace that had you reaching up digging your nails into his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist. At some point, he manages to nail you right into that sensitive spot inside of you, and you through back your head with a long moan. Now aiming for that spot over and over, Cody buried his face in your neck and starts biting and sucking more marks into your skin. You could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly after Cody’s pace picked up slightly, and it took no time at all for this orgasm to overtake you. You felt it wash over you, making you tense from head to toe, clenching down on Cody so hard that his thrusts got shallower. You didn’t realize until after you started recovering from your orgasm that your ears had started ringing, and by the time you felt Cody’s thrusts become erratic you could hear the absolute feral grunting falling from his lips. Then you felt him, push your legs from his hips and pull out of you roughly right as he shot his first rope of cum on your stomach. You couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked as he threw his head back, and pulled at his cock until he was completely spent and your stomach and chest was covered in his cum.

Cody took only a second to collect his bearings before he got off the bed and walked into your refresher. You didn’t even attempt to more, knowing that it would be pointless, and you know what, you were comfortable just the way you were. You started to doze, but then you were pulled back awake by the feeling of something warm on your chest. Opening your eyes, you saw Cody gently cleaning you up, before throwing the rag into your hamper without looking and curling up behind you. Smiling as he wraps his arm around you, you hear him whisper your name before saying, “You looked absolutely ravishing tonight.”

“Hmm, good thing then that you were obviously hungry, Commander,” you slurred out right as you let sleep wash over you.

Captain Rex x Reader

So I have written quite a bit about Sub!Din, but what about some Sub!Rex pegging?? I thought about it, and now I can’t get the THOT out of my head…..

It had been your idea. Rex had been hesitant and thought on it for a while, but in the end he couldn't deny that the thought didn't turn him on. The idea of you taking control, of you taking his pleasure into your hands and him not having to worry about anything other than feeling what pleasure you offered him? Well, how could that not be appealing. If he was honest, Rex just wanted to be taken care of every once and a while, have all the his worries pushed aside and just let himself be over taken by pleasure provided by the person he loves most in the galaxy. Rex was very much a giver, but he more than wanted to be the receiver for once.

So when he had agreed, and your face lit up he knew immediately he was going to be in for a ride. You both planned and set aside a night that Rex had off so you both could take your time and he could recover the next day if needed.

The night started with a nice dinner that you had made, and an expensive bottle of Alderaan wine. The two of you talked and chatted the way you usually did, and when you finally made it to the bedroom, any nerves Rex had had were gone as you kissed him deeply and the two of you undressed. You stripped down to his favorite lingerie set, a set near identical in color to his armor, before pulling on the strap and grabbing the lube. 

Before starting you kissed him gently and ran your hands over his stomach, skirting around his hard cock and running them over his hips teasingly. You made sure and asked him one last time if he was sure and when he nodded you said, "Ok, then you must promise to tell me to stop if its too much okay? I don't want to hurt you my brave soldier." 

He chuckled, but agreed and then you were pressing a finger inside of him and it was odd at first, and it felt wrong, but then after you started thrusting it in and out and got a second finger inside as well Rex could help the small pleasurable grunt as you just barely brushed something that gave him sparks in his lower stomach. After hearing that you cooed at him telling him he was doing so good, and you leaned in for a kiss as you pressed into that spot more, swallowing the low moan he gave into your mouth.

By the time you had him stretched enough to comfortably fit the strap into him, Rex was flushed and his cock was leaking precut all over his stomach as it gave out a needy twitch. As you pressed into him, Rex couldn't help but think that he wanted this more often, especially loving the way you were giving him your full attention like this, praising him and giving him soft kisses. When you were full inside of him, you gave a small test thrust, brushing against that spot again and with how worked up he was Rex threw his head back with a muffled groan of your name. He knew you were smiling as you set up a nice steady pace. It was so much better than Rex had thought it might be, and he would have been embarrassed with how quick he felt his peak approaching, but he couldn't care in the moment, and when you asked him he just gasped out a, "need to cum," and finally, finally he felt you wrap your fingers around his cock and start tugging it in time with your thrust. He was a goner he knew immediately, those skillful fingers passed over his head, and when he frantically called out your name before painting his chest with his cum, he knew that this was one of the best orgasms he's ever had, and he was more than glad he had trusted you enough to give it to him. 

When you pulled away he cringed, not liking the slide of the dido coming completely out, but he stayed laying on the bed as you cleaned him up and pulled on comfortable clothes before curling up with him. Once you both were settled for the night you asked, "So?"

"I think we can do it again in the future…"

"Good, I like taking care of you Rex. You deserve someone to look out for you every once and a while."

"Thank you, cyare….."

Din Djarin x Reader

Speaking of Din, I did have this THOT about comm sex/mutual masturbation with Din while he’s on a hunt…..

You hadn't been expecting the call, you really hadn't been expecting him to call, this late none the less. It had been two days since he disappeared over the horizon with the promise of coming back, and promising to call you when he had caught the bounty and was headed back to the ship. You hadn't been worried, two days was nothing compared to some of his other absences and you didn't mind getting one on one time with Grogu. 

Tonight however, you had managed to get the child to bed early, he almost immediately passing out as soon as he was layed in his bed. You had meant to spend the evening fixing things or cleaning, but you had just found yourself wrapped in Din's spare cape, smelling his scent as you buried two of you fingers as deep as possible into your needy cunt. And that is exactly how Din's call had caught you.

When you had struggle do answer it, Din's first questions was if everything was ok, and you had to assure him everything was fine, making up the excuse that you were downstairs putting Grogu to bed. He had bought it, immediately perking up and saying, "So he is asleep then?"

"Yes...I can..I can go get him if you want to tal-"

"No...no, I called because I… kriff, cyare… I needed to hear you. Maker I've been so horny all day and all I can think of is that pretty pussy taking all of me in and squeezing me tightly."

As you flush at his words you hear him moan on the other end of the line, so breathlessly you ask, "Din? Are...are you touching yourself?"

You hear a grunt before he groans out, "Kriff, I needed to hear you, been...been trying to cum but I couldn't… fuck cyare, I wish you were here."

You hadn't even realized, but as Din talked, you hand had traveled back down to your still aching cunt and started rubbing circles on your clit, whimpering loud enough that Din could hear.

"Oh fuck, sweet...sweet.. are you touching yourself? God, tell me how good you feel right now? Fuck play with your nipples for me, I wanna hear you as you touch them." Moaning, you do as he says, and reach up and punch the hard peaks pressing against your shirt and your groan out his name before saying, "Fuck, Din. I feel so good, been needy for you all day and couldn't get rid of the feeling, marker above I wish your fingers were inside me right now."

The groan you receive is down right sinful, and at this point you can hear Din fucking into his fist over the comm. Matching his rhythm with your fingers on you clit, you let out whines and moans of his name before you felt the knot in your stomach tense up, and you moaned out, "Im gonna cum Din, fuck I'm gonna cum. Are you close, please tell me you're close, I wanna hear you spill into your fist as I soak your spare cloak." 

You only get a needy whine back and the sounds of his fist speeding up. Then you feel your legs tensing up as you repeat Din's name over and over and over as you reach your peak, and as you fall into it, your lips transforming Din's name into a deep moan. You continue to play with your clit until you hear the tale tell heavy grunts that meant Din has finished and you sighed blissfully as you pulled your fingers away from yourself. You both were quite for a second, before you heard Din mumble, "Thank you cyare… I'm sorry I called so late."

You hummed for a second then you replied, "Its okay, you can make it up to me by using those talented fingers of yours on me when you get back," the only answer you receive is a long chuckle, before he said goodnight and cut the call.

Paz Vizsla x Reader

So kind of warning, this is a bit of a noncon, but like not really, idk?? I just want to put that warning there just in case, but if you wanna see if you wanna read -> Paz hears you masturbating and moaning his name, then he starts masturbating to the sounds you are making and to the thought of you....

Paz has been infatuated with you since you both were still young. He knew the second you walked into his life that he wanted you to be his riduur. The problem? Well the giant oaf was not the best with words unless it came to weapons, his work with the tribe, or when he was expressing his anger, anything else was a no go. Paz had tried in the past to work up the courage to tell you, but everytime he chickened out last second, and screwed up in someway much to his embarrassment, and Din's entertainment. To the point that Din was starting to keep a tally of just how many times he'd fucked up asking to just court you. He didn't want to imagine how bad it would be for you to marry him if you ever did end up at that point.

No you were perfect, and Paz was very much a flawed love sick puppy around you. So when the Armorer informed him of a supply mission he was being sent on, with you as his partner he nearly combust on the spot. There was no way in Coruscant that he would make it through a three day trip with just you without screwing things up for good. But he couldn't say no to his Alor, so he just went with it, even as each step to the ship was full of panic.

The trip to the planet, and collecting the supplies had been easy, it was the trip back that he found himself in a situation that he wished hadn't happened. It was late, you had gone to bed about an hour ago while Paz had stayed watching over the cockpit. Eventually though, Paz had to make the trip down to the fresher, but on his way back, when he passed your room he had frozen in place hearing the long drawn out moan of his name. He wished more than anything to be mistaken and having dreamed up the sound instead of listening in, but shortly after he had heard an unmistakable whimper followed by a muffled wet squelching, and he was just instantly hard in his flight suit. 

Paz knew it was wrong, he knew he should move back to the cockpit and calm down, forgetting everything he'd heard, but he found himself frozen in place as he continued to eavesdrop. Carefully he reached for his vembrace, and tuned his helmet so that he could hear you better, while also turning off almost all sound that would come from his helmet. 

As he listened to every whimper, Paz pulled off his cod piece and slipped his cock from his suit. Silently, he clenched his fist around the base, and let out a groan when he heard you breathily moan his name followed by a loud wet sound that he assumed was your fingers slamming up into that undoubtedly tight cunt. He groaned, and listened to the wet sounds coming from your fingers' pace, and he tried matching and following it the best he could. 

As you continued to moan his name, Paz pressed his head to your door, pumping his cock as you picked up your pace. He felt almost like he could taste it in the air, how close you were, how your moans got higher pitched, how the wet slide of your fingers got louder, how you chanted his name like a prayer, and he felt guilty for intruding, he felt gross and like scum, but you sounded so perfect and he felt glued to the spot as well as he could not remember a time touching himself like this had ever felt so good. And when you came, he could hear the wobble in your voice as you continued to slide your fingers around your pussy to draw out you pleasure.

Then he was cumming with a roar and deep pants. Paz clenched his eyes shut milking his cock and cumming more than he could ever remember. The pleasure was so good and overwhelming that he did not notice when your door slid open, he did not notice the quiet gasp you gave as you heard a muffled gasp of your name from beneath his helmet, and he did not notice when a couple ropes of his cum shot out from his cock  and landed on your bare stomach only a foot or so away.

When he did finally open his eyes though, he almost choked with how quickly he gasped in air as he saw you standing there, and as he panicked knowing you were going to react and push him away calling him a pervert.

Instead he was left, already getting hard again as he watched you innocently scoop up some of his cum that landed on you and stuck it under your helmet to lick off your fingers. Paz swore he died in that moment, and entering heaven was when you pulled him into the dark room and removed your helmet saying, "Paz, I cant wait any longer, please fuck me…."

Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

I have gone far too long without writing anything for Ezra and I need more of my poetic fool in my life, so here is Ezra and you taking a ‘break’ from working in the middle of a heavily forested planet, but it’s just fluff. Also, this is pre-movie, because I am lazy right now to do post-movie world-building or details….

You had to admit that your most recent job as a prospector had been decent and actually quite enjoyable. The planet you were stationed on was heavily wooded, but it had breathable air so suits weren’t required, and the climate was neither hot nor cold. Hell, even the team of twelve that you had been sent down with had been a refreshing change, no one had tried to betray anyone, no one had tried starting a mutiny, no one had even had to fire a single thrower shot. No, it had been peaceful, and as you wished you could stay here like this, happy and pretty much free for the rest of time. 

Your ragtag crew had decided upon landing to split into six teams of two to cover more ground, hoping that by doing that you all would have a higher chance of a payout. Work had been steady and honestly, your partner was amazing at his job. He always knew exactly where to dig, and it always resulted in the biggest hauls of the day. It helped that he also was kind enough to walk you through some of his prospecting secrets, as well as just rambling on and on with his endearing accent about whatever came to mind. No, prospecting with Ezra as a partner was anything but boring, and you always found yourself laughing throughout the day as he told story after story, how true you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter to you because they were entertaining and made the days pass at a quicker pace. 

Ezra never expecting anything out of you, only that you pulled your own and worked to your fullest extent. Past that he never expected you to carry or join in on the conversations, he was more than willing to fill the silence with his own words and dramatics, though whenever you did butt in with a comment you could feel and hear the giant smile that came across his face, especially if you asked a question about whatever he was talking about. The joy he got from the questions or interaction, lead you to believe that he was used to being ignored or tuned out. And whenever you did take over the conversation, he was always quiet and asking questions and leaving comments in between pauses, never once interrupting you. 

The group was to be on the planet for half a rotation around its neighboring sun, and in that time, being surrounded by Ezra, you couldn’t help but start to fall for his easy smiles and charming words. You found yourself always enraptured with his words, and when you were speaking face to face, like during meals or breaks, you found it all but impossible to break from his gaze that held worlds of knowledge and stories. Your favorite times with the man was before bed each night, both of you having eaten and done your night routines, and as you lay in your cots in your two-person tent across from each other, Ezra always pulls out one of his worn books, and would read from their pages aloud to you. Allowing you each night to fall asleep happy with a smile on your face, listening to the soft voice of the man you knew for sure you would stay with had he only asked. 

Then, during the last month of your job, you and Ezra found yourself far enough ahead in collecting gems that the two of you decided to take it easy on yourselves. Both of you were still working, but neither of you were working at the pace you usually worked at, instead opting for a more leisurely pace, wanting to take a bit of time to enjoy the moment before you inevitably had to move on. 

Ezra, per usual, had been carrying on throughout the day and while you usually listened closely to him, you found yourself getting more caught up in the sounds of the nature around you, the hum insects and the songs of the birds, the wind rustling the branches of the numerous and large trees, the calls of the deer-like creatures that called the planet home. You had been so caught up in the sounds that you didn’t even notice Ezra stop talking, nor did you notice him approach you until he wrapped his arms around you and placed his head onto of your own from your seated position.

“You know, my little nymph, I think this may be one of the most rapturous planets I have been on in my travels, and I am not just saying that because of the planet itself. No, little nymph, you have made my time here so much more enjoyable and blissful than it would have been otherwise. Each day we near our end date, I loath to imagine parting from you. I know that my heart would not survive the separation, that I would fall into a depression without hearing your laugh each day or seeing that kind smile that I have only seen you show to me. Little nymph, if you at all would be agreeable to it, I would like to propose a partnership together that will last long after this job is done. I know it for a fact in my heart that I would live a thousand lifetimes to just be by your side. I would be your Orpheus and would walk straight to Hades and Persephone to ask for you back if I needed you too. My little nymph, what do you say,” the last part he almost asked hesitantly, like you even had a single thought of turning him down.

Tilting your head back, with a watery smile, so entranced by his words you couldn’t speak, you just grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down into a soft kiss. The kiss was unsurprisingly perfect, how could it not be when you were kissing a man who knew how to use his mouth anyway he needed. The kiss didn’t last long, only long enough to convey your happiness and your wants to be by his side as well. When the two of you parted, Ezra ran his nose softly along your hairline quietly as the two of you took the chance to soak in the moment. 

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Explanations - Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Y/n is an actress and the press likes to share rumors about her. One day Matthew sees pictures of her, and some other guy and he decides that making her jealous is the best way to deal with things.

Note: Requested by my love and written with love for my @star-gazing-game 💘

Words: 2150

Nothing was going right. Ever since Matthew woke up in the morning troubles seemed to follow him everywhere. He spilled hot coffee all over himself, burned his hand while preparing his breakfast, forgot his hockey gear on the way to the ice rink and when he returned home for it, he got stuck in traffic. Y/n was coming home after a few weeks of living in New York and he was strangely nervous about it though he had no reason to worry. Things were great between them; he was crazy for her and it seemed like she was crazy for him as well. But he felt like he needed to do something special to welcome her home but didn’t know what. She didn’t even like surprises.

When he returned home, this time hopefully for good he decided it’d be for his best to just sit down and watch tv and do nothing. He wasn’t the type to sit around and be lazy but from time to time he needed a break and he certainly deserved some rest after the morning’s events.

“Actress Y/n L/n was spotted out and about in New York and it sparked some exciting news,” Matthew immediately turned up the volume of the tv when he heard his girlfriend’s name and with excitement watched the news. “Y/n was spotted with her co-worker and they seemed to be pretty close. The actress hinted a relationship a few weeks ago and ever since then, the fans wanted to know who the lucky and mysterious guy was. Well, they look pretty good together what do you think guys?”

Matthew stared at the screen in shock, the color drained from his face, he had trouble breathing and he felt heartbreaking pain as he scanned the pictures carefully. There she was, Y/n, his girlfriend and her co-worker happily walking around the streets of New York, hand in hand and smiling widely at each other. In one picture it seemed like he leaned down to kiss her cheek but to protect himself Matthew decided the guy probably just whispered something into her ear. Matthew was doing his best to stay calm and not to panic, surely there was an explanation to this situation, and he wanted to believe they were just close friends and nothing more. But the harder he tried the more doubts and questions came to his mind and after a while he found himself questioning every moment from their meeting to this crushing moment.

Y/n and Matthew met almost four months ago during a Christmas event in Calgary, a common friend introduced them, and they hit it off right away. It wasn’t love at first sight, but they found each other familiar as if they met before. They shared common interests and the same opinions on dozens of different things, he made her feel safe and calm which was new for her because whenever she was seeing someone she became a nervous wreck and she could never relax and she made Matthew laugh like no other girl before. Matthew asked Y/n to be his girlfriend just two weeks after they met, and she jumped around his neck and kissed him hundreds of times before she said yes. Quite nervously she then asked Matthew if they could keep their relationship private for a while. Y/n wanted the media to focus on her new movies and not on her love life and she was worried that once the media would found out about it they would do their absolute best to dig up some dirt on both of them. Matthew understood her reasons and he agreed. Y/n was relieved he was so understanding, and Matthew was glad because he himself wanted to keep it lowkey to avoid unnecessary drama.

But now he saw things in a completely different light. What if he was just a distraction, a replacement, and someone to have fun with when she was in Canada and her real boyfriend was waiting for her in the states? What if she wanted to keep their relationship a secret so she could have fun with anyone without being caught? He wanted to call her and confront her, send her the pictures, and ask for an explanation and at the same time, he wanted to pretend she didn’t exist and forget about her.

That evening Matthew decided to have a good time. If she could hang out with other men, he certainly could do the same. It was Friday, they had no game and the boys gladly accepted his invitation to go to a club. He had various reasons to go there. The main one was to make Y/n jealous. He knew there was a high chance of pictures and videos of him having fun with other girls would appear across social media. Another reason was to drown his sorrows in alcohol and another one was to have at least a little bit of fun that day. The music was sensual and loud, the club was crowded to the absolute maximum and as soon as the girls found out he was a hockey player they were all over him. Exactly what he needed.

Especially one girl caught his eyes. A girl with golden skin that glowed in the neon lights, her brown curly hair framed her face nicely and her eyes were full of lust and she shamelessly flirted with him and hinted a few times she was available if he was interested. With each sip of his drink, he got closer to her until she was pressed against his body completely and they danced like one person. He liked it and to his horror, he enjoyed every move, every touch, and every smile she gave him. She was tempting him, and he had a hard time resisting her. And maybe because she noticed something was holding him back or maybe she was just tired of waiting she grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him down closer to her, and eagerly kissed him. He didn’t kiss her back at first, but she didn’t stop, and he soon wrapped his hands around her neck and kissed her back.

“Finally,” she murmured against his mouth with a satisfied smile and continued kissing him until he pulled away and took a few steps back. “What?”

“Sorry. I’m sorry this was a mistake.” He hoped she would forgive him because he didn’t like it when someone was angry at him, but it was too late. She was already angry and mostly disappointed she wasn’t going home with him.

Matthew said goodbye to the boys, called a taxi, and wanted to get home as fast as possible. He couldn’t wait to go to bed and forget about the whole day. The next day Y/n would arrive, she would explain the pictures to him, and they would continue in their relationship as if nothing happened.

The following morning Y/n arrived in Calgary, called, and texted Matthew a million times but he wasn’t responding. The plan was to go to his apartment immediately but after she learned about his last night’s affair, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see him. The curiosity however won, and she decided to go to his place and demand a reasonable explanation for his actions. Her whole body hurt, her hands were shaking, and she had a hard time holding the tears back. Y/n was on the plane, on her way to Calgary when she opened Snapchat and saw stories from one of his teammates. At first, she laughed at Matt’s silly dance moves, but the smile quickly disappeared when she saw the video of Matthew and some girl dancing body on body. Y/n was willing to forgive him for the dancing, but it was the heated kiss she couldn’t ignore. The kiss that broke her heart.

“Y/n?” Matthew was surprised when he opened the door and found her standing there. Sad and tired. He himself just woke up, his head hurt badly and the regrets of last night were taking over him slowly but surely. “Oh my - I’m sorry I completely forgot. Come in.”

She didn’t even look at him and with doubts entered his apartment. The welcome was cold. Y/n imagined there would be music playing, a breakfast waiting for her, and most importantly she couldn’t wait to see his open arms and hug him. “Care to explain this?” She said loudly with all seriousness and showed Matthew the video of him and the girl.

Matthew’s face got even paler, he felt sicker than before and he couldn’t believe he did it last night. But then he remembered the reason he did it and decided to fight back because he wasn’t going to let her yell at him when she wasn’t innocent. “I’ll explain it but first you should explain this me this?” He said and reached for his phone and showed her the pictures that haunted him. “Maybe this is the real reason you wanted to keep our relationship a secret?”

“Oh god,” Y/n laughed. “Seriously? And you believe this? We did a movie together for God’s sake! These pictures are from a scene, the last scene we shot. The paparazzi sold them to the media as hot news, as if they caught us in real life which is utter bullshit!”

“Really?” He asked but it was more from the relief that she most likely wasn’t cheating on him.

“Yes, yes really!” She yelled. “I can’t believe you believed it! And that you thought I would do this to you! And you didn’t even have the guts to ask me about it.”

“Y/n, baby I’m sorry alright? I am. I panicked, I was jealous, and I acted like a complete asshole.” He admitted. “I wanted to make you jealous, but I never meant to take it this far I swear. I pulled away from her because I quickly realized it was a mistake and I rushed home.”

She was angry and hurt but too tired and very happy to be finally with him that she couldn’t help but forgave him almost right away. Y/n knew him, she knew he acted foolishly whenever something bothered him, and she could tell he truly regretted it.

“Alright,” she nodded and then rested her head on his chest, wrapped her hands tightly around him, and looked at him with love and no anger. Y/n wasn’t going to lose him, especially not because of some rumors and the press or because of some random girl in a club.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered once again and kissed her forehead. His hand found hers and they intertwined their fingers and squeezed them tightly.

He kissed her once more this time on her lips, just a gentle and loving kiss before he pulled her into his lap so she sat on him and he pressed his head against her shoulder, hiding in the corner of her neck and shoulder and pressing gently kissed on her soft skin. Y/n let out a deep breath and released all emotions at once and she finally relaxed and threw all her problems away. His heart was beating faster, and she felt butterflies in her stomach and they both felt relieved to be finally in each other’s arms. Y/n could never hold a grudge against someone for too long, but she knew Matthew didn’t deserve such quick forgiveness. But what was he supposed to do? She was too happy to be with him and she understood his feelings but he still should’ve asked her instead of chasing girls at a club to make her jealous. Matthew sensed the confusion and he was ready to do whatever it would take to deserve the forgiveness.

“What can I do baby?” He whispered.

Y/n shook her head in response because she didn’t have enough strength to talk. Matthew stroked her hair and held her close to him worried she would leave him.

“I promise I didn’t want to take it this far,” he started explaining. “I wanted to have some fun, but this was not supposed to happen.”

“I know,” she whispered and smiled at him.

“You’re the most precious person I know, and I hate that I did this to you,” he said with a hope she would melt under his words. “And I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

His hand then cupped her face, stroked the soft skin of her cheek making her look him in the eyes so she would know he was being honest and in the next moment he leaned closer and kissed her. Y/n truly melted under his words and mostly under his touch and she decided that all the love she felt for him was stronger than her hurt ego and she could always deal with it later. But that day she allowed herself to be happy and to enjoy being back with her loving boyfriend.

[everlarkficexchange]

The Archer and The Wrestler.

Written by: @thegirlfromoverthepond

Prompt 90: The Olympic committee is selling sponsorships and heavily advertising the upcoming games. The most photogenic of each sport is asked to pose for pics and attend functions, film commercial together, do some interviews. What sports represented by Katniss, Peeta, others? Required to look cozy? Animosity behind those smiles? Competitiveness? Banter? Any secrets? Do they have a “breakfast club” ending? by @567inpanem

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Summary: Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark meet in the office of Trinket Advertising, where they have to shoot pictures for sponsors.

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Thank you @567inpanem for the prompt ! I had fun writing it :) PLus I could place it in my country which is always a plus. I hope you won’t be disappointed … 

My deepest thanks to @sunsetsrmydreams for pre reading and betaing.

To @xerxia31 and @javistg thank you for hosting such a nice event … and So sorry for the delay !

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  I should be practicing, she thought, instead of pacing the long, white, corridor of Trinket Advertising.

  Katniss still had a ton to do for the Games. Be sure to be fit, to be healthy, to be accurate. To shoot straight.

  She really didn’t want to spend her afternoon waiting for some photographer to ask her to act natural in front of a camera. But she was just glad she didn’t have to shoot with someone from the team, as she was pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to focus with the constant bickering between Johana and Gale or how Haymitch, their trainer, would “Sweetheart” this or that. 

  Still no clue as to why she had been picked to be the representative of her sport for the sponsors and advertising. She wasn’t really sure she knew what it entailed, how much time she would spend parading around the media instead of practicing. She knew archery wasn’t such a popular sport in the States, preventing her from spending huge amounts of time in talk shows, or interviews. 

Plus, seeing the recognition made Prim, her sister, so proud and happy, Katniss hadn’t been able to turn down the offer when it came. 

  “Kathy Everdeen? You’re up next.” The assistant’s piercing voice echoed in the long corridor. Katniss closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to not correct the woman.

  “Welcome to the Strange Name That Can’t Be Taken Seriously Club.” Another voice, male this time, made her open her eyes. 

In front of her was a man of around her age, wearing the male version of the US Olympics shirt she had on..

  Only his was stretched across his broad frame, where she was glad hers was loose around her lean body. 

  He extended his hand.

  “Peeta Mellark. Wrestling. Founding member of the club.” She stared at his hand, before moving a step forward to shake it. “You’re the archer ? Katniss right?”

  She stopped mid-movement. How could he know her name ?

  “I saw your name on the list, so I figured you’d be next ?” He said, almost shyly, as if he had offended her, or invaded her privacy.

  She saw the movement of his hand, that she had left unshaken, going to his hair, his fingers raking through his mane of curls.

  He had done nothing wrong, she realized, just tried to clear the air. She took a breath, before extending her own hand in front of her.

  “Yeah, I’m Katniss. Archery. How much is the subscription to the club?”

  He laughed, before shaking her hand.

  “How about tea after you’re done ?”

  “Too bad I only drink coffee … but I guess if you can wait a bit, that’s doable.” Katniss almost smiled when Peeta started to laugh.

  “Oh my goodness, I have a genius idea !” A voice froze their handshaking. “We are going to do pair shootings! Mix the sports together, along with the portraits. It’s going to be legendary !”   

  A woman with very pink hair matching her very pink outfit stood in the entrance leading towards the studio. As soon as she stopped talking, a flock of what Katniss could only think were assistants came in view, all clapping their hands or praising the Pink Lady.

  “Effie, this is another grand idea! We should start right now with these two!” The woman that had misspelled Katniss’ name said, “as they are both here.”

  “What are you waiting for, Octavia, take her to make-up right now! I need to call Plutarch, I am having a ton of ideas ! Hush hush, now come on, quickly!” 

  Katniss saw the assistants moving as one, starting to circle her and Peeta, moving them forward inside the studio, where a couple were checking their cameras and the large umbrellas reflecting the lights.

  “Cinna, Portia, I had an epiphany!” The Pink Lady walked towards the couple as quickly as her pencil dress and very high heels allowed her, while Katniss was ushered to the make-up table. She noticed that Peeta was following right behind her, with the other half of the assistants. She met his gaze, saw him shrug before he was taken to another table, shielded from her view by the different makeup and hair artists around them.

  “We’ll start with you, Kathy!” Octavia said a few minutes later. Katniss took another deep breath, calming her temper. In just a few minutes, she’ll be gone. Archery wasn’t high on the list of sponsors, nobody cared about them, but for the bow and arrows brands. 

  Katniss didn’t have time to muse as the sound of Octavia’s heels on the tiling started again. She rose from the chair, following the young woman towards a dressing cabin.

  “You’ll find your uniform inside. You’re a S, right?”

  “How do you know?” Katniss asked, surprised that the woman guessed correctly.

  “I have an eye for that. Plus, it’s written on your card.”

  She repressed another eyeroll, trying to keep in mind that Octavia was only doing her job, before she entered the dressing cabin. 

White pants, blue polo lined with red, and a white undershirt to protect her arms. The standard equipment.

  Yet, it was something to see it, to realize she would represent her country in the most important tournament there could be, that she had achieved one of her goals. To be an Olympian.

  She took the polo, turning it slowly, almost afraid to read what was on the back.

  Everdeen.

  Her father’s name, embroidered in the cotton of the shirt.

Pride rushed through her veins as her fingers traced the letters.

  “I did it, Papa. I’m going to the Olympics.”

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  It was now official. She hated photoshoots. First, because it was taking an awful lot of time, then because you had to smile. All.the.time. That Katniss hasn’t screamed yet or ran off the door was entirely due to her willpower gained from years of training.

  The photographer, Cinna, wasn’t a talker. He was taking his time to snap picture after picture, never acknowledging Octavia or Effie’s advice for her to smile this way, or that way. Because there was apparently a way to smile properly.

  She could feel her anger rise with each passing minute, the incessant chatter of the women, the silence of the photographer, the heat from the spotlights, the wind from the huge fans, the itching from the label of the polo on her neck… 

  “I think it’s time to pair them up.” The photographer’s voice calmly said, silencing the two women.

From being Effie and Octavia, Peeta made his way towards the scene where Katniss was standing. 

  Before anyone could say a thing, Cinna turned to Effie and his assistant.

“Ladies, can you please check if we have athletes that can be paired tomorrow too? I’m sorry to ask in such short notice, but I think Effie’s idea is something we have to work on.. of course it will mean you change all the schedules..”

  “Oh, my, Cinna, but yes, of course! If you think so ? But will you be able to manage with these two?” Effie Trinket asked. Katniss could feel the sharpness of her gaze as the older woman looked at her.

  “If there is the slightest problem, I’ll make sure Portia comes to get you.” 

  “Yes, please. Because if we can manage to pair Brutus and Enobaria, we might be on something, right?”

  “Right.” Cinna nodded, before moving towards his material, his back to Katniss as he rummaged through his material.

  She looked at her partner in the photoshoot, who seemed as lost as she was. He kept running his hand in his mane of blond hair, before shoving them in his pockets. Seconds after, he was doing the same movements again. She realized she was doing the same, undoing the end of her braid before redoing it, over and over again.

She really couldn’t wait to be out of the studio.

  “Will you two stand back to back, please?” Cinna’s voice startled her, even though it was barely over a whisper. “Portia, can you please close the door?” 

  That’s when she realized how silent the place was without Effie and Octavia. Without their neverending chatter, their disapproving tongue clicks, or their exaggerated sighs.

It almost felt … good.

  Almost.

  She started to move then, turning her back to Peeta, before crossing her eyes, hoping he would take the hint to do the same. The sooner they were done, the better. She had her bow waiting for her, after all.

  She felt the fabric of Peeta’s polo on her arm, yet, never his weight on her back.

  She looked at Cinna, who nodded approvingly, before starting to take pictures. 

  “Should we smile?” She heard Peeta’s deep voice right behind her, asking the question she didn’t dare ask.

  “Do what you want, don’t mind me.” the photographer answered behind his material.

  “What we want?” Katniss echoed, unsure she had heard correctly. The previous hour had been filled with recommendations on what to do, on poses to take, on how to smile … 

  Cinna lowered his camera.

  “I’m not Effie. Beauty is everywhere, it doesn’t have to be faked by poses or false smiles. Just do what you two want.” He shrugged before checking something on his camera. “I’ll need a few minutes to fix this, try to relax.”

  Katniss turned to her partner in shooting, to realize he had already moved and was facing her.

  “You told me you were a coffee girl, right?”

  “Yup. Black, no sugar.”

  “I don’t take sugar in my tea, either. See we have something in common.” Peeta put his hands high. “Oh, no high five ? We’re not close enough yet.”

  “Definitely not, singlet boy.”

  “Ouch, that hurts. Know, Miss Everdeen, that a lot of women find that uniform .. appealing.” He raised his eyebrows, wiggling them explicitly. 

  “I bet they do. The main question is, do you have to shave your torso, so your opponent won’t have the opportunity to pull at your chest hair ?”

  Katniss didn’t know what came to her to ask such a question.  It was like Peeta made it easy for her to talk, when she usually wasn’t famous for speaking or making her voice heard without shouting.

  It was like he had a calm, soothing temper, like a lazy river, ready to cover the fire that was in her.

Maybe they made a good pair.

  “Yeah, the worst is the wax under the armpit.” He deadpanned, not even letting a smile on his face.

  She could totally imagine him taken down to “Beauty Base Zero” as the woman at the beauty parlor had told her the only time she went there. It included all sorts of treatments, each worse than the others. She even told her sister to not gift her with that kind of torture anymore.

  “Ouch.. I hope your girlfriend covers you in aloe after that …” 

Katniss knew she wasn’t the most girly woman around, yet she sometimes put on mascara or had her legs waxed from time to time, mostly for competitions when she had decided to wear the short-skirts or the long bermudas. 

  “Well, meet Hanna, my girlfriend.” Peeta said casually, showing his right hand, wiggling his eyebrows - again.      

  It took Katniss a few seconds to catch up on the double-entendre.

  “Oh, my, you’re disgusting!” Her words couldn’t completely hide her smile. There was something to this man that somehow made her want to talk, to speak, to even trust him. 

  “I bunked with Finnick Odair at the Youth Olympic Games. That was disgusting! He shaves himself ! the room was full of his hair!”

  “Well, you could have collected them before putting them on Ebay. You’d be rich by now.”

  “I should have, yes. Dam, why didn’t I know you back then to give me good advice!”

  “I wasn’t at the YOG.”

  “I know, I would have noticed you.”

She looked at him, with questions in her mind. His eyes were blue, so clear nothing was shadowing them, she was left without words.

  Click.

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  Katniss couldn’t believe she was at the Olympics. In Paris, France. That her childhood dream of bringing a golden medal home was nothing but a few arrows away. A lot of stress, too. She raised her bow, lining the target with her eye, throwing  a quick glance to the small flags lining the area to check the wind, took a deep breath, before letting go of the arrow.

  She knew right away that it would miss the center of the target. A breath of hair on the right, still not enough to get full marks. She had underestimated the wind on this large, open area that the Esplanade des Invalides was.

  “Not too bad.”  She jumped at the voice behind her. Maybe some kind of volunteer that had been allowed inside the arenas for training. She needed to focus on the target, on the little golden area that would make her mark a ten in the competition.

  She took another arrow from the quiver on her left hip, slid it in the bow, looked at the wind, took a deep breath, lifted her weapon, aimed at the target. With the next exhalation of air, she let go of the arrow, knowing right away it would hit the center. 

  She had never been able to explain how she knew, each and every time how her arrow would behave. It was a feeling, a sensation, deep inside of her. 

  Thunk !  

  She looked at the target, saw that indeed the arrow was in the yellow area. She almost let a smile show on her mouth, when the same voice distrubed her again.

  “You might win if you shoot like that.”

  Katniss closed her eyes, letting a sigh escape before turning to face whoever decided to disturb her training. 

  “Peeta!” She felt a smile forming on her face. “What are you doing here?”

  He shrugged. “I was practising, then decided to go for a walk. It’s Paris after all!”

  “Here?” Katniss was pretty sure she hadn’t seen any other sport on the green grass in front of the Invalides.

  “Oh, not here here, over there!” Peeta turned, his right hand moving over his shoulder, showing the Eiffel Tower. “Wrestling is on the Champ de Mars, at the feet of the tower”

  “Really? You’ll have to tell me when you’re in the tournament. So I can come and see you.”

  Peeta’s hand went to his head, his fingers raking through his mane of golden curls.

“You’re sure ? If the press sees you there….”

  “I’ll tell them I came to support a friend.”

  “But you know how the paparazzi are …”

  “We’re in France, not the US, nobody cares about archery or wrestling - no offense intended.”

  “None taken.” 

  Peeta looked around, before coming closer to the barriers surrounding the archery arena, then leaning slightly on them, giving Katniss the opportunity to see the muscles in his forearms. She wondered briefly if he already had his waxing treatment.

  “Something on your mind, Everdeen?”   

  Who was he again? A mind-reader ?  She quickly turned her eyes  from his arms, not lingering on the broad expense of his chest, or how bright his eyes were.

  “Yup. I have to finish training if I don’t want to look too ridiculous when the competition starts.”

“What do you say we try one of these cafés when you’re done?” he casually asked. Katniss could see something in his eyes - was it hope ?

  Damn, was he playing unfair by throwing coffee into the mix. As if she was known to refuse a cup. 

  “I still have a few minutes of practice, maybe a raincheck?”

  He shrugged, before looking around. “I’m in no rush. I can wait. Patience is a virtue, young grasshopper.”

  She nodded, before taking another arrow out of her quirrel. 

   “Yes, Sensei.”

  The arrow hit the center of the target.

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  Katniss knew she shouldn’t be there. Not that she didn’t want to, but after  pictures of her and Peeta laughing in a small café had hit the stands, her phone hadn’t stopped beeping, demanding a confirmation if there was something going on between the two of them. That, perhaps, all the rumors that had been born after the photoshoot with Cinna, were not rumors at all.

  Effie Trinket was, of course, delighted. Jo wouldn’t stop asking about LoverBoy, Gale was threatening to beat the shit out of Peeta (Katniss was almost ready to let him try to do that), and Haymitch kept on asking her if her little romance would damage her results in the field.

  Everything was peachy.

  Yet, she couldn’t find it in her to regret the time she had spent with Peeta. She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much, that she had been able to confide to someone as she had done with him, how he had been open to her too. Like two old friends rekindling a friendship after spending years apart. 

  Friends they could have been, they had realized when discussing their native places. They had grown up about a hundred miles apart, in the same district of West Virginia. They could have crossed paths about a dozen times, sharing memories of the Meadow Park, where they both had spent time, Katniss had even worked there when they were younger. 

  Sometime during their afternoon chat, a photographer had spotted them, recognized them, and snapped pictures.

  That was a trending subject on Twitter minutes later, before someone even created a ship name for them. The hashtag #Everlark trended for more than a day.

  Katniss had pushed her phone away, blocked all the numbers she didn’t know, called Peeta to apologize, before focusing solely on her training.

  Her perfect plan had crumbled in hours, when Peeta had caught her in the Victor’s Village Cafeteria, explaining how he was sorry for everything, as the idea of coffees had been his. 

They had ended up sharing a meal with Gale and Jo, as well as some of Peeta’s teammates, who kept joking about the Everlark hashtag. In a matter of two hours Katniss was laughing with them, the pain of Effie’s scheme forgotten.

  That was why she was currently in the corridors of the Arena where Judo and Wrestling competitions were being held. Her own tournament was starting in two days and Katniss would rather watch sports she didn’t understand, then stay in her room, anxiously waiting for her turn to compete.

  Maybe it was time for her to play team mate too. She had put on her US Team attire, gotten her accreditations cards, before jumping into one of the buses that led her to the Champ de Mars. 

  She hadn’t seen Peeta since breakfast the morning before, when she had forgotten to ask him if he was still okay for her to come.

  The building was elegantly sitting on the green grass. In the back, she could see the Eiffel Tower, all dressed up in her beauty and dignity.

  In a few minutes she had found the hall with the wrestlers, and a seat in the ranks reserved for athletes. She recognized Thom and Thresh, two of Peeta’s teammates, who waved at her. She talked to them for a few minutes, learning their categories were competing in the coming days.

  “Peeta should be in two matches.” Thresh informed her as she sat on the plastic seat. “He should make it to the quarters easily. After…”

  “After?” She asked, unsure what THresh meant.

  “After, in the quarters he should face Katø, the Russian. A beast. “

  “A beast?” 

  “Yeah, 164 pounds of malice and nastiness.”

  “Charming… Maybe someone will eat this Katø first ?” 

  Thresh shook his head.

  “Na, not with this draw. His first worthy opponent will be Peeta.”

  She looked at Thresh, thinking back to the afternoon she had spent with Peeta, remembering what he had told her.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much, her cheeks still hurt. They had walked away from the Olympic Archery range, following the banks of the Seine, looking at the amazing monuments, walking by the Musee d’Orsay that Peeta had told her he wanted to visit. 

They had crossed the river on a wooden bridge only for pedestrians, walked along the Louvre, until they had found a small café near the Palais Royal where they were still sitting.

  “You all have bread names? Why? “

  Peeta shrugged,  before leaning down a little on the metallic table, as if he was about to confide his deepest secret.

  “We own a bakery, back in Panem. Maybe one day, I’ll tell you my real name …”

  She laughed, leaning over the table too. She felt bold enough to run her hand on his definitely toned forearm, letting her finger wander up to his shoulder.

  She saw the color of his eyes change from crystal blue to a darker shade, heard him take a breath in.

  But Katniss was on a mission.

  She leaned closer to him, her hand coming closer to his neck, her nimble fingers playing with the collar of his shirt.

  She could feel him tense under her touch, and lifted her eyes, to find his locked on her, as if he wanted to get lost in her. It took Katniss a few seconds to return to her task. With a movement of her wrist, she grabbed his accreditation cards, pulling them over his head before leaning back into her seat.

  “That’s disappointing, actually. Your name is Mark ? Mark Mellark ?”   

  “Because your name is really Katniss?”

  She put down his accreditations, took hers from around her neck, holding them out to him. He took them with a smirk before looking at the name written on them.

  “Your name is really Katniss?”

  “Yep. My mom’s Lily, my dad is Alon, and my sister is Primrose. You’re a bread family, we are a plant family.” She snatched the cards from his hands. “ You’re lucky you didn’t bet a thing, Mark Mellark.”

  “Don’t call me Mark.” He grumbled, leaning back onto his chair.

  “Well, then if you don’t want the world to call you Mark, you know what’s left to do, Mellark!”.

  She casually put down his cards on the table, taking her time to lean back too.

  “Oh? And that would be, Sensei ?”

  “Easy, Grasshopper. Make sure you don’t get a medal.”

  “That, Robin Hood, is not an option.”  

  The steadiness, the certainty of his voice made her shiver. Or maybe it was the wind, coming from large trees nearby. Surely the trees, she thought.

  “I mean,” he started “ we all came here for a reason, and it’s not to give someone else our place on the podium. Plus with all the visibility we have this year, we have to give it our best, right?”

  She nodded. That was what they had to do, what they had trained for, what they were in France for.

  “Katniss?” Thom’s voice took her out of her memories. 

  “Sorry, I was lost in thoughts.”

  “Look down, on the mat. The guy in blue? It’s Katø.”

  “That’s a man? He looks like a mountain of muscles …” 

  “Well, he is a mountain of muscles … “ The referee interrupted Thom’s sentence with the start of the first period. “That won’t take long, he isn’t known for dancing around.”

  Katniss watched as the blond man, so different from Peeta rushed into his opponent, pinning him on the mat in a few seconds.

  “Told you. That lasted 25 seconds, he won’t be tired for the next round.” Thom said. “Peeta’s next.”

  Katniss nodded searching the ground until she spotted him, wearing a red singlet. 

  “Why is he wearing red ? Blue is a better color for him.” She asked, her eyes trained on the now familiar figure walking towards the mat. Damn, these singlets left little to the imagination. To say they were fit-forming was the understatement of the year. She could see all the lines of Peeta’s muscles moving as he approached the fighting zone.

  “Because he’ll be the first one called. It’s the rules.” She turned towards Thresh, who had the biggest smile on his face she’d ever seen him don.

  “Why are you smiling?” She was wondering what had been so funny in her words.

  “‘Blue is a better color for him’ - you sound like -” 

  “Be careful, Thresh. She shoots arrows…” Thom interrupted. “Now if you want to see Peeta wrestle, maybe you can look at the mat ?”

  With a last threatening glance towards Thresh that was met with another huge smile and air kisses, Katniss turned towards the arena, noticing how different Peeta’s posture was from Katø’s. 

  “He’s going to tire the Georgian who isn’t as flexible as he is. And as soon as there will be an opening, he’ll go for it.” Thom explained, as she watched the complicated dance of joint locks, takedowns, and other things she had no idea what they were.

  “This must be exhausting…” she whispered, as she saw Peeta finally going for the pin, immobilizing his opponent on the mat.

  “Well, it’s not crochet that’s for sure!” Thresh chimed into her thoughts as the crowd applauded the winner of the match.

  This was going to be a long day.

  __________________

  She needed to focus, now. Forget she was in the final of the Olympic Archery Tournament. Forget her dream was an arrow away. Forget she needed a nine to win the gold.

  She had to remember the wind, how it came lightly from the right to the left, how she needed to bend the trajectory just a little. She had to calm her beating heart.

  To forget Peeta was in the stands, watching. Katniss had cheered him on as he won his own gold medal two days ago, but now it was her moment.

  She needed to forget. 

  The way he had chased her when she tried to make a quiet exit.

To forget how they had kissed.

Their own celebration.

  She had to clear her mind of all this. 

Forget. Focus.

  A deep breath. 

Visualizing the arrow hitting the center of the target. 

  The chronometer was ticking. Tick. Tock.

  It was her last arrow. Her concurrents had already shot their own.

  She needed a nine.

  Only twelve seconds remain.

  She rose her bow.

Eleven seconds.

  Remembered her father’s proud look when she had won her first trophy.

  She let the arrow fly.

  She knew it would be a ten.

  She had won the gold.

  She fell to her knees, feeling the tears pooling in her eyes.

  “I did it, Papa, I won … I hope you’re proud..”

  The applause around her made her lift her head, then stand up, before she ran towards the stands, her bow still in hand, her eyes fixed on a figure that was coming down the stairs, towards her.

  She felt his arms around her as he hugged her over the bleachers, felt his hands going to her face as he looked into her eyes.

  “You remember to shoot straight, Grasshopper…” he whispered, for the two of them only.

  “Yes, Sensei”, she replied before kissing him.

  Click.

  FIN

[cryingoverafictionalcharacter]

Terrible Dancers

Prompt: You are spending the holidays at the burrow with George, Fred, Ginny and the golden trio. The house is packed most of the time, which is fine seeing you love everyone there *cough* especially Fred *cough* but when you get a chance of having some guaranteed alone time, you take it to your advantage. Only realizing you weren't totally alone when Fred comes downstairs to see you dancing around the living room in your pajamas, leading to a dance battle, laughing, and a confession.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, cute things, that's it I thing?

A/N:Is this probably the lamest, most corny, most bazar fic I’ve ever written? Yes, but this idea came to me when I was listening to ABBA in the car and I couldn’t not write it, So there will be 80s muggle music references in this to give you the full ⭐experience ⭐ . Anyway I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to leave any fic recs. 

A/N2: I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND OMG PLEASE PLAY THE SONG I’LL WRITE IN WHEN JUST OMG IM CRYING.

You were currently sat on on of the couches in the burrow, your legs kicked up in front of you as you read a book. It was one of the few times you were able to find some quiet in the burrow. You loved the burrow, you thought of it as your second home, but with Arthur, Molly, Fred, George, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and yourself all staying for the Holidays, you had to admit it was a bit crowded.

However, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had least earlier in the day, saying they were running errands, which was probably code for doing something illegal, but you knew they were fine so you took the opportunity to finally catch up on a book Hermione had recommended to you. 

After about an hour of reading, Molly walked in, greeting you with a smile that lit up the room. You smiled back, marking your place in your book and putting it down beside you.

“Hello dear, the boys and I were going to head off and do some last minute holiday shopping, would you like to join us?” She asked.

“I’ve gotten all my shopping done, so I think I’ll just stay in today if that alright?” You asked.

“Of course! Though you will be here alone, you know where everything is if you need something?” Molly asked, concern in her voice. You nodded.

“Yes, thank you” You smiled.

“Alright, we’ll be back by sundown, try to enjoy the peace and quiet” Molly joked, making you laugh.

“I will, have fun!” You said, watching as Molly left the room headed towards the fireplace, before opening your book again to continue reading.

It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before you started feeling antsy. The house was quiet. Too quiet. The burrow was known for always being active and full of laughing, happy people, so now that the only sound in the whole house was the steady ticking of the clock, you had to admit, it was a little freaky being the only one here.

You quickly closed your book, and idea popping into your head. You decided to bring your Walkman when you left to go to the burrow just in case you ever needed to block out the noise. You hadn’t used it at all so far, and now seemed like the perfect time.

You ran upstairs into the room you were sharing with Ginny and Hermione, digging through your bag and pulling out the rectangular object. Your parents had made you a mixtape of your favorite songs before you left, and while you loved some popular wizard singers, you missed your music.

You ran back downstairs, putting the Walkman down and pressing play, the music instantly starting up, playing one of your favorite songs.

A Man After Midnight, by ABBA

You walked to the empty area in front of the couch and started to dance, swaying your hips a bit, before starting to sing the words.

“Half past twelve and I’m watching the late show in my flat all alone, how I hate to spend the evening on my own.”

As you were singing you started swaying around the room, grabbing your wand to use as a microphone, and continuing to get more and more energetic as the song went on. 

“Is there a soul out there?”

You stopped moving just tapping your foot, slowly raising the hand that wasn’t holding the wand.

“Someone to hear my prayers........”

“Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight!” You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around the room and singing into your wand. You were so lost in the moment, you didn’t notice the figure walking down the stairs, until-

“Take me through the darkness through the break of the- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” Your singing was cut off by the sound of you screaming, well cursing, as you turned around to see Fred staring at you with a confused, half asleep look, a grin spread across his face. “What the fuck are you doing?” You practically yelled, running over to switch off your radio.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Fred laughed, the slight smile he had before now turning into a shit eating grin.

“You know, just.... dancing’” You said, desperately trying to act casual, like your crush of two years didn’t just walk downstairs, shirtless by the way, to see you dancing around like a maniac”

“I can see that. Its awful” Fred joked, making his way down the rest of the stairs and walking over to you.

“Shut up I’m amazing. Wait I thought you and your family were going out shopping” You said, suddenly remembering you were supposed to be alone.

“Yeah, George tried to make me to come along, but I didn’t wake up so my mum left a note” He said, sitting on the couch in front of you.

You nodded in understanding, trying your best to look Fred in the face, instead of letting your eyes wander to his hair which was currently sticking out in all directions. Or toward his chest which was currently bare exposing a constellation of freckles, or at how low his sweatpants were hanging-

“Earth to Y/N” Fred said, waving a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your thought.

“Oh yeah, nice, cool” You said nodding, rocking back on your heels.

“What were you listening to, it doesn’t sound familiar?” Fred asked, leaning back on the couch.

“Oh, it’s a muggle band called ABBA, they’re basically music goddesses” You joked, walking over to your Walkman picking it up and handing it him.

“That's a lot of praise, considering your horrible taste in wizard music” He said, making you playfully swat his arm, a fake offended expression crossing your face before smiling, pressing the play button and continuing the song.

“Huh, its actually not bad, what else do you have on this?” He asked smiling.

You smiled back, taking back the Walkman and skipping to the next song, which happened to be “Africa” by Toto.

“This one’s really popular, I think you’ll like it” You said, setting down the Walkman and going to sit next to him.

As the music started I could see Fred starting to bob his Head to the beat.

“I like it so far” Fred said

An hour later, and you and Fred were dancing around the living room, singing at the top of your lungs.

“So you think you can stop me and spit in my eye!” Fred yelled

“So you think you can love me and leave me to die!” You sang back

“Ooooooh baby, don’t do this to me baby, just gotta get out, just gotta get right out of here” You both sang in unison, Fred playing an air guitar as you sang into your wand.

As the slow started to slow down, you both just started swaying, smiling at each other and catching your breath. Finally after a moment the song ended, making you both laugh.

“That ones my favorite so far” Fred said laughing, going to take a break and sit on the couch, you plopping next to him.

“Its a classic” You laughed, taking a deep breath, trying to cool down from the very intense dancing. 

The next song started up and you instantly recognized it, practically lunging at the small radio to skip the song, but as soon as you hit the pause button, Fred snatched it out of your hands.

“Hey” You yelled, reaching to get the device back which Fred held over his head, making it hard to reach.

“What’s wrong with the next song?” Fred asked, making your face heat up a bit.

“It’s not really dancing music, my parents probably only added it on because they know it’s one of my favorites, but yeah it’s not that good we can skip it” You said quickly, attempting to get the radio back from Fred, but he still kept it over his head.

“Y/N, if you like it than I’m sure its great” Fred said smiling down at you. You let out a breath. You knew he wasn’t going to let it go until you played it.

“Fine” You said, Fred finally handing the radio back. You rewound the song so it would start from the beginning, before taking a breath, and pressing play.

*PLAY CAN’T HELPING FALLING IN LOVE BY ELVIS*

The music picked up, and with it your heartbeat, afraid of what Fred was going to say. You were internally panicking, playing one of the most iconic love songs ever written in front of your long time friend and crush.

You had been friends with this boy since first year. You might even go as far to call him your best friend. Sure there had been flirty moments but most of it was just kidding around, but this was different.

Before you could panic anymore though, Fred had stood up and turned to face you. A sly smile grew across his face before he held out his hand to you.

“Dance with me” 

“...What?” you asked, eyes widening. Were you hearing this right?

“Dance with me” Fred repeated. So without thinking you took his hand and stood up.

He led you to the middle of the living room, moving to put your right hand on his shoulder, holding your left and resting his other hand on your waist, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“Trying to make a move on me Weasley?” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“Maybe” He said smiling, but it wasn’t his usual joking smile, it was more sincere.

You started to sway to the music, laughing as Fred twirled you, your hand moving back to its original place on Fred's shoulder.

As the music continued to play, you couldn’t help but listen to the lyrics, while looking up at the boy you were dancing with, finding he was already looking at you.

“Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be”

Fred suddenly wrapped his arm around your back, moving to dip you backwards, startling a laugh out of you, before he pulled you back up, pulling your chest closer to his, barely leaving any room between you to.

“For I can’t help, falling in love with you”

You moved your hand out of his, instead moving to rest your arms around Fred’s neck, Fred moving his now free hand to your other hip.

“Who taught you how to dance?” You jokingly asked, once again trying to relive the tension that had grown between you too.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m just a natural?” Fred smiled

“Definitely not” You smiled back, making a light chuckle leave his lips.

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help, falling in love with you”

“I think this might be my new favorite song” Fred said, making you roll your eyes but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face.

“Why’s that” You asked, noticing how Fred’s demeanor seemed to get more serious compared to his usual playful attitude.

“Because it’s your favorite song, and you’re my favorite person” Fred said.

The butterflies that were in fluttering in your stomach before were now in a frenzy, your heart beating like crazy. You continued to sway to the music, slowing as the song finally stopped. Fred moved a hand up to move a strand of hair out of your face, before closing the space between you, connecting your lips.

You pulled him closer as well, kissing him back and moving your hands to his hair while his moved back to your waist. After a moment your finally pulled away, looking into each others eyes.

“You’re my favorite person too” You said, making the both of you smile.

“Is that the end of the tape?” Fred asked, noticing that the music wasn’t continuing.

“Yep, but I have another one one second” You said, moving out of Fred’s grasp to sprint up the stairs, Fred laughing behind you.

You came back downstairs, a new tape in ahnd. You quickly switched out the tack and pressed play, waiting for the music to start.

“Who did you say was your favorite person again?” Fred asked as you walked back over to him, laughing as you wrapped your arms around him. He moved to take a step back and stumbled, tripping over the book you had put down earlier, and because you were already holding him, you fell as well.

“Shit! Are you ok?” You asked, landing on Fred’s chest, looking up at his face to see him laughing, sending you into a fit of laughter as well, before you were both cut off by the sound of the Walkman playing that oh so familiar Saxophone.

You would have appreciated the irony, but before you could you heard the front door open, looking over to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry all looking at you... laying on top of a shirtless Fred..... with careless whisper playing in the background.

“It’s not what it looks like!” you said, quickly sitting up, Fred helping you to stand so you could turn off the music.

“My eyes!” Ron shrieked

“She fell we weren’t!-” Fred started.

“We don’t want to hear it pervs” Harry said, a slightly joking tone in his voice.

“For shame” Hermione said shaking her head disappointedly, but as the two other boys left towards their room, she gave you a quick thumbs up before running off as well.

You listened in silence as the three ran up the stairs, the door slamming behind them. There were a few seconds of silence between you and Fred, neither of you knowing how to process what just happened.

“You know, we could do what it looked like” Fred said slyly.

“Fred!”

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A/N: I’m not going to lie, I think the ending is hilarious. Any who, I hope you enjoyed this super sappy, almost cringe worthy fic. Feel free to leave requests if you want. 

[ingeniouscollectionthing]

My Always (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fluffy smut, really, really, really detailed smut, nice Tom

Request: Would you write something about virgin Tom? Like the reader is a confident girl he had a crush on for a while and she gently guides him through his insecurities? Would be a nice contrast to the dom smut there is about him.

Slowly you were walking back to Hogwarts Castle from your day at Hogsmeade. It was Winter and snowflakes were falling, coating the streets in a blanket of white cotton. You snuggled yourself more into your scarf coloured in the beautiful green of House Slytherin, while looking around the beautfiul winter landscape.

A squeeze of your hand brought you back to reality and you looked at the person holding it.

„Are you cold?“, Tom asked, wrapping his arm now around your waist and drawing you in closer into his side.

„A bit, actually, yeah.“, you replied, looking up at him with a smile, your cheeks and nose coated in a light rosy shade.

“Don’t worry, we’re back in no time. How does some nice hot tea and a good book sound to you? We could snuggle by the fire place”, he said, sending you a beautiful shy smile.

“Sounds lovely”, you whispered, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, making his cheeks flush into a deeper shade of red.

It’s been a year now since you and Tom started dating and it was the happiest you’ve ever been, really. He was very conservative, as gentlemen of your time should be. He treated you like a princess, always there for you, gifting you beautiful things and sneaking in small kisses here and there. You spent your time together cuddling, mostly reading books and sitting in comfortable silence.

Although you were quite happy with your relationship, you noticed a slight change in the last two weeks. While it was a relationship full of love and happiness, little kisses and cuddles on the couch in the common room, it slowly started turning into something way deeper. Everytime you looked at Tom you noticed his unbelievable handsomeness, more than ever before, and you always got that funny feeling in your neither region, often catching yourself thinking about dirty things. 

Feeling your cheeks growing warm, you looked down to the floor, trying to hide your face from Tom, as you slowly walked into the castle, making your way to your common room.

Tom noticed though, as he also noticed the change. He realized that the air around you two went from innocent to more passionate. Soft kisses turned into longer ones, often resulting in a beautiful make out session. He caught himself trailing his eyes from yours down to your lips, and more often than he wanted further down your body, mapping out every curve hidden beneath your clothes. 

Right now he had to try and hide the slightly noticeable bulge growing in his pants, while he daydreamed what it would be like if you did more than just cuddling, what it could be like behind closed doors -  to feel your warm skin on his, kissing you wherever he wanted, while slowly and gently pounding into your warm, wet puss-. 

Stop it Tom, he thought. I’m not allowed to think about her that way.. About the way her beautiful plump lips would look around my- Stop!

It was embarrassing for him, for you were not supposed to have sex before marrying. What would your parents think? They already disliked him pretty much, for you chose him, a halfblooded orphaned boy, as your partner. You were everything he ever dreamed of. Brilliant and cunning in your mind, confident and loving in your heart and a dashing beauty in your looks. He was just him. 

While he was quite powerful in his magical abilities, he wasn’t so sure about everything else. While other girls worshipped the ground he walked on, he didn’t see himself worthy of being by your side. After all, he didn’t know if he deserved your love – no one else really loved him, so why you?

“Tommy? Did you hear what I said?”, you brought him back from his thoughts.

“No I’m sorry, Darling, I just zoned out.. What was it you talked about?”, Tom said, looking at you.

“I just asked if you’d like to cuddle in your dorm, instead of in the common room. You know, it would be more private… And your friends are not as nosy as mine.”, you said, as you sent him a brilliant smile. In reality you didn’t worry about cuddling at all, you felt that a certain kind of lust made you act on impulse, you needed him. 

“Uhm.. I mean.. Yeah sure.. Why n-not.”, he stuttered and cleared his throat. You laughed a bit at his shy behaviour, it was so unlike of what others saw him as. You loved it.

Tom on the other hand hated it. It seems that all confidence vanished as soon as he looked into your beautiful (e/c) eyes, which shone brightly in the light. Right now he was nervous. You never took cuddling to the bedroom, although it was no different from cuddling on the couch in the common area. Or was it?

Well shit, he thought. It’s just us. In my bed. In my room. In Privacy. Just us. Cuddling…Kissing…Making out…Maybe making love.. Wait what? 

Again he was thrown from his thoughts as you stopped in front of the common room entrance. The snake engraved into the door, turned it’s head into your direction, waiting for the password.

“Ego sum princeps * ”, Tom said, and slowly the portal opened. Hand in hand you walked past your fellow Slytherin’s, who followed both of you with curious looks as you made your way to the boys dormitories. To Tom’s and your relief it was in fact empty.

You both settled down on his bed, each with a book in hand while you both snuggled into each other after shedding off your winter clothes. You’ve been there for quite a while now, lying in his arms. You’ve barely read the words written on the pages. Instead your mind wandered around, thinking about what could happen right now. 

As if reading your mind Tom looked at you, both of you holding eye contact while slowly leaning in. Your lips met in a slow sensual kiss, which lasted for far longer than you two had anticipated. The book laid forgotten on your lap as your hands slowly but steadily wandered up over Toms shirt clad chest, stroking in a circular motion up to his broad shoulders. Tom shuddered lightly, breaking the kiss to draw a long shaky breath. You looked at him, loosing yourself in his beautiful greenish blue eyes. 

To your surprise he showed no signs of shying away, instead he slowly cupped your cheek in his big hand and pulled you towards him. Your lips met again, this time much more primal than ever before. Bent up passion made it’s way to the surface of your very beings and slowly and unsurely Tom licked your lower lip, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You granted it, but instead of fighting for dominance you both explored each other in a calm manner. Slowly his hand wandered down your face, over your arm until it landed on your waist. He squeezed softly and you let out a soft moan. And Tom snapped his hand back suddenly, breaking the kiss.

“I – I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to be so indecent”, he stuttered, a blush creeping up his neck. He avoided all eye contact.

You pouted, grabbing his face and making him look at you.

“No don’t be”, you sucked in a sharp breath, continuing in a sensual whisper “I liked it”.

And with that you pulled him back to you, your hands tangling in his raven black locks. Tom’s hand came back on your waist, now squeezing with a bit more confidence. Slowly you both turned, his back was propped up on the headboard of his bed, while you sat in his lap.  Your hands explored each other slowly, the kisses became harder, less loving but more lustful, and Tom became more flustered by the second. Your hands traveled back to his neck, now trying to unbutton his white shirt.

“No (Y/N) wait!”, Tom whispered his eyes still closed.

“Are you not alright with this, Tommy? We can stop now”, you said, withdrawing your hands.

“Yes, no, I mean yes I am alright with this, b – but this isn’t right. I mean it feels right, because I love you so much.. But I’m supposed to be a gentleman and – and I’m supposed to be conservative. I just can’t take your virginity without marrying you because – because..”, Tom’ s rambling stopped, he looked at you. Merlin, his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Because what, darling? You can tell me”, you said reassuringly.

“Because what if I’m not the one to marry you?” All his insecurities spilled out of his mouth at once. “I mean I don’t care about m-my virginity, but you – you are such a brilliant, beautiful young witch and I’m soo goddamn scared that I could never be enough for you, that I won’t be the one putting a ring on your finger. And I know it’s bound to happen that you’ll leave someday, because I always end up alone…. I just – I don’t want you to give yourself to me so readily and defile your name, if I’m possibly not your forever.”

You processed all of his words, tears clouding your vision.

“You’re right you won’t be my forever” Tom’s heart broke at your words and he tried to keep it together until-

“You’re so much more than that, Tommy. My forever, my always, my soulmate, my lover, my partner in crime, my best friend. Call it whatever you want, but I’ll always be here right by your side. There will never be someone else as perfect in my eyes as you are. Let the whole world be damned, I want to be yours. Always”

Tom looked at you, stunned, not knowing what to do.

“Tom. Make love to me”

And he lunged forward enveloping you in his arms before kissing you with such a passion, your heart almost leapt out of your chest. Now everything was a blur. Slowly you undressed each other, leaving you completely bare. Tom drew the curtains closed around his four-poster bed, before turning to you again. 

“You’re so beautiful”, he said, his hand stroking the side of your hips. You looked into his eyes as you guided his hand up to your chest. Shyly he grabbed one of your breasts, his eyes sparkling as he witnessed the pleasured sigh that left your lips. His confidence grew as his finger slowly circled around your nipple, making it instantly hard. He did the same to the other before he suddenly took one nipple in his mouth, sucking gently on it. 

“T-Tom”, you whispered, one of your hands tangled in his hair, as the other started exploring his body.

Slowly you stroked down his chest, over his beautiful prominent abs, until you reached the most intimate body part of his. You’ve never done this before and you had no idea what you were doing as you slowly grabbed his erect cock in your hand, stroking up and down. Tom shuddered, leaving your breasts with a slight popping noise as his eyes rose to meet yours. Both of your faces were flushed, pupils blown. Tom kissed you again, now beginning a little fight about dominance, as his hands mimicked your earlier movements until you felt his fingers around your pussy. Slowly he tested the waters – he started spreading your lower lips, while his thumb started circling your clit.

You jolted as some kind of electricity shot through you, making you grab his cock harder. He groaned into your mouth and suddenly – one of his fingers slowly made his way into your waiting, warm and wet cunt. 

“You’re so wet (Y/N)”, Tom whispered in astonishment, pumping his finger slowly.

“Only for you Tom”, you moaned, fastening your movements.

You felt as he inserted a second finger, stretching you so deliciously. You felt so full.

Tom felt as if he was in heaven. The girl of his dreams lying in his arms, squirming in pleasure he gave her. He groaned again as your small hand travelled down his big cock, cupping his balls gently.

Merlin’s beard, he thought. I can’t get enough.

Acting on instinct, you grabbed his hand in a gentle manner, making his fingers leave your pussy. You guided it to your mouth, licking his fingers covered in your juices clean. You maintained eye contact and Tom took in a deep breath. Then you grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted yourself up, guiding his erect, hard and big cock in between your folds. Slowly it slipped inside your warm and waiting walls. It hurt and you grabbed harder onto Toms shoulders.

“Shhh.. It’s alright, darling. I’ve got you”, Tom whispered, panting hard, while grabbing your hips and helping you down on his shaft. You both groaned, as he was settled deeply inside you. Slowly you started moving, the pleasure replacing the pain. You both panted loudly, not caring if Tom’s dormmates would burst into the room right now. 

Tom wrapped his arms around you, pulling him towards you. He kissed you hard, his hands now exploring your whole body, before you guided them to each of your ass cheeks. You looked at him, saying in a breathless voice,

“Don’t be shy my love. I’m all yours”

And Tom squeezed hard, surely leaving behind some red marks.

Your movements picked up speed, your moans getting louder by the second, as he hit every right spot inside you.

A sudden rush of confidence led Tom to flip you both over, making you lie down on your back and wrap your legs around his waist. You continued to make out, while Tom started picking up ab bit speed, as his thrusts became rougher. His balls slapped against your flesh, the smell of sex wafting around the room, while your moans spurred each other on.

“Tommy – ohh yes! Fuck – right there!” You moaned, scratching down his back.

“You feel so good, (Y/N)! So good! I don’t think I can last any longer!”, Tom groaned kissing up and down your neck.

“Rub my clit, Tom. Please! Make me cum Tommy!”, you whimpered. His hand wandered down to your tight pussy, slowly rubbing circles on your little bundle of nerves.

“Is that alright? Do you like that? Do you like how I rub your clit?”, Tom asked, not realizing how dirty he actually sounded, fully intended on pleasing you.

“Oh Tommy! Yes! Yes! I’m – I’m coming!”, you moaned loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair, moaning his name over and over again, as a beautiful feeling washed over you, making you squeeze your pussy around Tom’s big cock.

“(Y) – (Y/N)! Fuucck!” His hips stuttered as his cum shot into your waiting womb, marking you as his.

Gently he laid himself down on top of you, careful not to crush you. Both of you panted as you basked in the afterglow of your orgasms.

After a while Tom pulled out of your still pulsing pussy, watching as it tried to keep in every drop of his seed.

He looked up at you, as you cupped his cheek in your hand and he leant up to kiss you slowly, before he rolled to his side of the bed, gathering you in his arms. You both looked at eachother, content smiles plastered on your faces.

Tom put a strand of hair behind your ear, while whispering in a soft voice,

“I love you”

“I love you more”, you said, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N)?” Tom said, pulling you even more towards him.

“Yes?”

The door to Tom’s room opened and his dormmates gathered inside, disturbing the comfortable aura in your little nest. Lucky for you, the curtains kept you in your loving Little bubble.

“Will you marry me?”

Outside, the boy’s bickering fell into silence, listening carefully to hear your answer.

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