#(on what looks good on me 😭😭😭😭)

[carnalcrows]

BRAT TAMING - THANOS

pairing: thanos x top male reader

synopsis: There is an uninvited guest at your solo smoking session.

content warnings: 18+, bottom thanos, weed, begging, breeding, creampie, orgasm denial.

word count: 1.1k

A/N: I can't find the req to this 😭😭

The arena was nothing but cold steel, bloodstains, and the constant fear of death looming over you. So, when you finally managed to find a hidden spot away from the cameras, you lit up a blunt that you had managed to somehow sneak in, inhaling deep, letting the tension in your body ease for the first time in days.

You didn't expect company, but then again, of course someone would show up.

"Tch, you’re really bold, huh?" a cocky voice piped up, and you turned to see him���Thanos, the purple-haired loudmouth rapper. His presence was unmistakable, as was that damn grin that screamed trouble.

He plopped down next to you without asking, nodding toward your blunt. "Pass it."

You considered telling him to piss off, but there was something almost amusing about his audacity. With a sigh, you handed him the blunt, watching as he inhaled like a pro.

"Damn," he exhaled, smirking at you. "Didn’t think a guy like you would have good taste."

"And what kind of guy am I?" you asked, raising a brow.

"Boring. Too serious. Probably one of those dudes who thinks he's got everything under control." He chuckled, flicking ash onto the ground. "Bet you're the type who likes to be in charge, huh?"

You side-eyed him. "And what about you?"

"Oh, me?" He grinned, leaning back on his elbows. "I like to piss people off. Keeps things interesting."

He kept running his mouth, going on about how he was the best rapper in Korea, how people worshipped him, and how, if the cameras weren’t watching, he’d probably be throwing the guards around like rag dolls.

You let him talk, dragging slowly on the blunt, waiting for the moment he'd slip up. And, sure enough—

"Bet you’ve never met someone like me, huh?" he teased, his gaze flicking to yours. "A guy who knows he’s hot shit and doesn’t take orders."

You let out a slow, deep breath and turned to face him completely. "You don’t take orders?"

"Nope," he said smugly.

"So what if I told you to shut up?"

His grin widened. "I’d probably talk even more."

You leaned in, closing the distance between you two. His breath hitched for just a second—not enough for anyone else to notice, but you did.

"You talk too much," you murmured, taking the blunt from his hand and pressing it to your lips. His eyes followed your movements, his usual cocky expression faltering just a little.

"And what, you gonna do something about it?" he taunted, but his voice was quieter now, his bravado teetering on the edge.

"Maybe," you mused, tilting your head. "But I don't think you’d last five seconds without running that mouth of yours."

That did it. His smirk twitched. "Tch. You wish."

"Prove it."

He went silent.

The air between you both got heavy. He wasn’t used to someone checking him like this. Every muscle in his body was tense, like he was waiting for you to make a move.

You leaned back slightly, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

"Tch…" he scoffed, but you could tell—he’d lost the game. The brat had been tamed.

"Maybe I do like to be in charge," you admitted, standing up and stretching. "But it looks like someone likes being put in their place, too."

He huffed, looking away, but the slight flush at the tips of his ears didn’t go unnoticed.

"Shut up," he muttered, but he didn't move away as you stood over him, asserting every ounce of control you had.

"Make me," you challenged.

Without warning, he pulled you in by the front of your tracksuit, crashing his lips onto yours.

You were mildly surprise, but you reciprocated the kiss with a sense of eagerness, you hands gripping onto his waist.

Wary of any guard that might pop up from a corner, you pushed the purple-haired man further into the tight spot, pushing his pants down and lifting his legs up without prior warning.

He gasped– looking up to face you, but you were too busy with you fingers, spitting on your hand and letting it slid onto his naked hole- making him flinch.

Once you felt that your saliva had worked enough, you tugged down your own track pants, revealing your erection.

The other man's eyes widened, he had never seen a cock so– big before.

Without warning, you pressed the tip in his hole– making his head hit the wall with a loud moan– before which you covered his mouth with the hand that wasn't holding him up.

“Fucking brat– can't stay quite even when you're filled to the brim, hm?”

Unable to respond– he merely whimpered, pretty eyes rolling to the back of his head as you sheathed yourself in him all the way to the brim.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck and pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, groaning at how tight he was.

Your repeated thrusts kept Thanos mumbling incoherently even with your hand covering his mouth. You merely rolled your eyes and pistoned into him even deeper– making his back arch against the wall.

Soon– you felt yourself at the brink of release and didn't bother to pull out, coating the other man's insides a pearly white.

Thanos hadn't come yet– but you slowed down your thrusts, making the man whine.

“You thought I would let you off that easy? Beg for it.”

You removed your hand from his mouth, and the other man immediately began blabbering and begging for you to let him cum.

After listening for a minute or two, you had grown hard again, and began to resume your thrusts– making him let out a loud moan.

Your other hand worked on his cock, slowly jerking him off as compared to the rapid pace you were fucking him at.

Soon, he felt his orgasm wash over him like a waterfall, and came all over your hand.

You kept him upright, and found the blunt discarded on the floor. Thankfully it was still lit.

You picked it up and placed it in Thanos’ mouth, to which he groaned– head falling back as he inhaled deep.

You slowly placed him down, cleaned him up with some cloth that was lying around and sat down next to him, taking the blunt from his mouth and inhaling the smoke.

The silence between you both lingered even after the blunt was long gone.

Thanos didn’t say much after that. For the first time since you met him, he seemed thoughtful—or maybe just trying to figure out why he let you get under his skin so damn easily.

"We're gonna pretend that didn’t just happen?" he finally asked, standing up beside you.

You smirked. "Nope."

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets and muttered, "Next time, bring more. We’re not done."

You watched him walk away, his usual cocky stride slightly stiffer than before. You just chuckled, shaking your head.

"Yeah," you murmured. "We’ll see about that."

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[tea-writes19]

brother-in-law | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!parker!reader

summary: your brother peter tries to find you a boyfriend by posting an ad on instagram

warnings: swearing, fluff, suggestive content

a/n: my first smau + fic!!!! based on this fic by the lovely @pomegranatesarchive. fr it’s one of my fav smau’s and I don’t even follow f1😭

liked by mjjones, nedleeds, and others

peterparker: are you a young hot single in nyc? well meet y/n parker, my VERY single sister!! she enjoys cheap pizza, true crime, and long walks through central park! if you’re interested please comment down below…serious inquiries only!

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yourusername: peter wtf is this?!?

peterparker: I WANT A BROTHER! is that too much to ask for???

yourusername: NO!! JUST NO!! @/mayparker aunt may please take his phone!!

mayparker: sorry sweetie, but pete’s right. you’ve been really lonely and sad looking recently

yourusername: so the solution is to pimp me out?!?

peterparker: i will not be stopped

user1: i’m interested?

peterparker: no, too ugly

yourusername: PETER PLEASE

peterparker: i need them to at least look good in pics

mjjones: pete, y/n is going to kill you

yourusername: the bitch is hiding behind stark😡

peterparker: @/ me next time🤺

tonystark: please don’t drag me into this

user2: not bro literally selling his sister😭😭

user3: this is hilarious!

nedleeds: can you do this for me next?

peterparker: no you talk to people

user4: i’m interested!

peterparker: nah

yourusername: what’s the point if you’re just going to reject everyone?

peterparker: shhhh…let me work

yourusername: 🙄🙄

steverogers: what is happening?

peterparker: mr. america sir! are you interested?? y/n loves history! you’d be my first choice too!!

steverogers: uh no thanks…i’m too busy right now to think about dating

yourusername: not me getting rejected by CAPTAIN AMERICA in front of the world😭

user5: rip

user6: dude don’t you work with literal superheroes? ask them

user7: aren’t half of them married and in committed relationships?

user6: yeah but that still leaves the rest

user8: hey so this is insane!

user9: it’s kinda cute how much he cares about his sister

user9: weird too, but cute

peterparker: @/samwilson @/buckybarnes @/steverogers @/natasharomanoff @/joaquintorres @/mariahill @/wandamaximoff who’s interested?

mariahill: no thanks

samwilson: i’m good

steverogers: i already said no…

wandamaximoff: i’m dating vision so no

natasharomanoff: parker this is weird

joaquintorres: no thanks

yourusername: kill me now

user10: this was rough to read

user11: #savey/n from this torture

peterparker: okay, fine, i don’t care

tonystark: he cares

peterparker: on a completely different note @/buckybarnes i need help with a history essay. can you come over tomorrow?

buckybarnes: 👍

buckybarnes added to their story—>

[captain: what the fuck is a oligodendrocyte?]

story replies

steverogers: peter set you up didn’t he?

buckybarnes: he pulled the history essay thing

user12: omg is that y/n???

user13: peter’s post worked!?!

samwilson: man that kid got you good

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yourusername: photo dump bc i graduate in a week!!!

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peterparker: no me?

yourusername: you lost post privileges after that stunt you pulled

peterparker: BUT IT WORKED OUT DIDN’T IT?!

user14: 👀👀👀

user15: who’s hand is that y/n!?!

user16: IS THAT ALPINE???

buckybarnes: the only person who can get alpine to cuddle

yourusername: i’m just chill like that😌

user17: HELLOOOO????

user18: fr like wdym peter was successful??

yourusername added to their story—>

[caption: 💐🤭]

story replies

user17: omg omg omg

user18: AHHHHHHHH

mjjones: peter is fangirling

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yourusername: i graduated college!!!

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buckybarnes: congrats doll <3

yourusername: love you🫶🏻🫶🏻

user19: DOLL!?!?

user20: EVERYBODY STAY CALM IT’S HAPPENING

mayparker: so proud of you y/n!!!

yourusername: couldn’t have done it without you!!!

pepperpotts: congratulations y/n!

yourusername: thank you!!

user21: omg congrats!

user22: i feel like a proud parent rn🥹

peterparker: my favorite college grad

yourusername: bootlicker😐

peterparker: i take it back

peterparker: you’re the worst🖕

yourusername: love you too petey

tonystark: congrats kid

yourusername: thanks…now give me a job

tonystark: get better taste in men first

buckybarnes: that’s fair

steverogers: BUCKY

© tea-writes19 do not repost, translate, or copy

thank you for reading <3

[wondergirlsthings]

Stealing Carlos Sainz’s Phone to See His Search History

Carlos Sainz x Reader

You hold up Carlos Sainz’s phone to the camera, whispering dramatically, “Okay, guys, I just stole Carlos’ phone while he’s in the other room. Let’s see what he’s been searching for.”

You unlock it and go straight to Safari, already giggling. “Alright, first search… ‘How to beat Lando Norris at golf.’”

You burst out laughing. “Carlos, seriously?”

Just then, Carlos’ voice calls from the other room. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing!” You scroll quickly. “Next one… ‘Can you train a dog to dislike someone?’”

Your jaw drops as you stare at the screen. “Carlos, WHAT?”

Carlos suddenly appears in the doorway, looking panicked. “Okay, no, that one is out of context.”

You cackle. “Who were you trying to turn Chili against?”

Carlos sighs. “Lando kept giving him treats so he likes him more than me. I just wanted to know if I could fix it.”

You shake your head, laughing as you scroll further. “Oh, this is a good one—‘Most romantic ways to apologize to your girlfriend.’”

Carlos groans, rubbing his face. “Okay, that’s enough.”

Ignoring him, you read the next search out loud. “‘Can you survive on just jamón and bread?’”

Carlos lunges for the phone, but you dodge him, laughing hysterically. “CARLOS.”

[TikTok cuts to the comments section going wild]

Top comment: “him trying to turn chili against lando has me crying 💀”

Second comment: “the way carlos just accepted his jamón addiction 😭”

Third comment: “the apology search… what did you do, carlos 👀”

[allfortheslay25]

No one told me I forgot to post about my Good Omens AU THREE YEARS AGO?😭 point is, I’ve resketched the first comic😔

This is what the original wip looked like (I didn’t save the last page before deleting it cuz I’m clearly missing half my brain)

I don’t plan on really furthering the wip unless it’s to do like art and/or color. But afterward, Neil says he does not believe Andrew isn’t here to kill him and Andrew reminds Neil that he’s ‘an angel so he can’t do wrong’ and Neil decides to trust him. It begins to rain but Andrew shields himself and Neil lets himself bask in the first thunderstorm of the earth.

[imsofreakingtired]

Can we PLEASE get an angsty sevika!Xreader headcannon for reader who is a removing shimmer addict and is struggling with cravingssss

omg i love that. also, sorry this took a while, couldn't figure out a way with a hc list so i wrote it as a drabble instead 😭

hold me, console me

content warning(s): depictions of addiction and withdrawal

"come on, don't leave me, it can't be that easy babe if you believe me, i guess i'll get on a plane fly to your city, excited to see your face hold me, console me, and then i'll leave without a trace"

~~~

“Sevika,” you groan, “I’m going to die.” 

“I hope not.”

She walks into the room, twisting off her prosthetic arm. This is a good sign. It means she is ready to settle down with you, that she doesn’t have any plans of leaving again for a while. 

Sevika sits down on the side of the bed where you’re lying with your knees curled against your chest, trying to breathe through wave after wave of pain. She places her warm hand on your thigh and straightens your leg. Her voice is soft. “Stretch, baby. It’ll get easier.” 

What they didn’t tell you about coming off Shimmer: the muscle spasms. The blinding headaches. Your body can’t adjust to the sudden drop in energy after such intense and constant enhancement of the senses. It is recoiling at normality. It is punishing itself for ever getting hooked in the first place. 

You can deal with the physical symptoms, though. You’ve been through some shit. You’re tough enough to handle a little pain. What you can’t stand are the cravings, the nightmares, the paranoia. You wake up several times a night in a cold sweat, shaking uncontrollably after some terrifying, nonsensical dream. You break down at the most inconvenient times, convinced that Sevika has finally gotten sick of you, that she’s leaving you, that she’s already gone. On really bad days you’re ready to kill for just one shot, one tiny vial, just to take the edge off. You crave the kick, the rush of heat in your head, the burst of energy. The feeling that you can do anything. Even as it killed you slowly, even as you felt the aftereffects eroding your body. You know in the back of your mind that the decision to quit has saved your life. But gods, was it hard to stay off it. 

Sevika watches your face with gentle eyes as she massages your legs. Her big hand, rough with calluses, powerful and tender. She is strong even without Shimmer. When you were using it, you felt almost like you deserved her, that you belonged to her—that you could repay her even a little for what she did for you. 

Now you look up at her and wonder what she sees first—the traces of Shimmer, the faded pink veins lining your skin? The desperation in your eyes? The way your limbs lie, depleted and scarred from the past use of the substance? 

“Sevika,” you say.

“Hmm.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“Me when I was on it.” You shift on the bed, your head feeling heavy. “You know…you know how I fucked like you never saw before when I was on it.” You mean it to be a joke, but you can’t bring yourself to smile. This is your fear: that she met you when you weren’t quite yourself, that she’s disappointed in the person you actually turned out to be. 

She’s quiet for a moment. Then she asks in a low voice, “do you think I was with you because of the way Shimmer made you in bed?”

“I’m useless now,” you say. You feel the tears burning behind your eyes, and you’re ashamed of the way your voice falters. “I can’t even lift a full crate of bottles.” 

Sevika moves closer to you. You push yourself away, not because you don’t want her to touch you, but because you don’t want her pity. You dread some words of nonsense flattery, empty reassurance. You don’t want her to lie to you, then turn her back, the way countless others have done before. It was part of the reason why you started using Shimmer in the first place—so you could feel, for once in your life, that you were powerful—someone people wanted to stay for. 

She doesn’t say anything of the sort, though. You’re lying on your side now, back turned to her so you can’t see her face. 

She says, “get over here, idiot.” 

You turn your head. She lies down beside you, aligning her body close against yours. The heat of her skin feels good against your aching back. She wraps her right arm over your waist, pulling you close to her. 

Into your shoulder she murmurs, “you’re not useless.” 

The tears gather in your eyes and you can’t stop them from falling into the bedsheets. 

“It’ll get easier,” she says again. She brushes your hair away, kisses your neck. “And I’m always gonna want you.” 

“How did you do it?” you whisper. “It must have been so much worse for you.” 

“Baby, does this body look like it’s built the same way as yours?” 

You laugh weakly. 

“It was hell,” Sevika says. “So I get it.” 

You reach for her hand and hold it close to your heart. “It’s still beating, right?” You ask. 

“Yes, thank god.” 

“You’re not leaving, right?” 

“No, fool. Get some rest.” 

You let your eyes close. Your breathing grows even. Sevika is not a woman of many words, but you know that when she makes a promise she will keep it.

~~~

thank you @prettyinpink69 for the req :)

[lexirosewrites]

for slick sunday:

Royal AU where Prince Edward has always been destined to be an omega, it’s “written in the stars” according to the seers in the castle. They’ve never been wrong, so everyone prepares for him to marry an alpha from another country when he’s of age. But he feels like they’re wrong, it feels wrong.

When he presents as an alpha, the entire castle, the entire village is shocked. His rut is much worse than any the healers have seen, and he’s becoming more aggressive the longer he goes without an omega to help him through.

Cue his childhood best friend Steve, who left the village for a while when he presented as an omega unexpectedly, finding out. He hasn’t seen Eddie in a few years, but he knows what he has to do.

The moment he shows up, Eddie calms. It’s like a switch is flipped and Eddie falls to his knees, buries his face against Steve’s hip, and whines. Steve brushes his hand through his hair and whispers as much comfort as he can while he shoos everyone from the room.

It’s a long two days, but Steve helps Eddie through his rut, does anything that Eddie needs. Eddie is good to him, softer than he expected. He’s still very out of it, but he’s always nudging Steve to drink water and lay down so he’s comfortable. He goes slow, even when Steve knows how much he wants to take charge, go faster, go harder.

When it passes, Steve’s prepared to leave. He did what he came to do and doesn’t expect Eddie to want him to stick around. They aren’t friends anymore, even though Steve will always love Eddie for seeing the real him, the version of him that Steve hid around others because it was too soft, too loving, too much.

But Eddie asks him to stay, have the healers look him over to make sure he’s not hurt. Steve insists he’s fine, but Eddie insists harder.

Steve stays.

And stays.

And he doesn’t leave Eddie’s side for weeks.

No one asks questions, they just accept that the prince won’t let Steve out of his sight.

When Steve misses his next heat, he feels like running. They aren’t mates, despite how inseparable they are, despite the love shared in Eddie’s bed nearly every night. A baby born out of wedlock, out of a bond, even in their case, would be considered illegitimate.

But when he tells Eddie his fears, Eddie’s ecstatic.

They meet with Wayne immediately, and he’s just as ecstatic as Eddie is.

“I worried when he presented as an alpha instead, that we’d spend years searching for a worthy omega. But I think I should be more worried that he isn’t worthy enough of you.”

They bond days later, and have a marriage ceremony shortly after that.

One night shortly before their baby is born, Eddie is holding Steve in bed, humming songs he’s made up just for him.

“I believe I was always meant to be your alpha.”

“The stars said differently.”

“Stars can be wrong. Fate is a mysterious thing.”

“So fate brought us here?”

“Fate brought you to me and I refused to give you back.”

“I’m glad you didn’t give me back. I quite like it here with you.”

omfg when you said Steve missed his heat my chest hurt because I thought he was gonna run away😭 I’m so glad they get to be happy together!!!

[hirayalore]

Can I please request Sirius with a single mama who happens to be a muggle? He would be such a good daddy 😭😭😭

[ sirius black x muggle!reader | fluff | in an alternate universe wherein there was no wizarding war | 3.1k words ]

note. well this got way longer than intended and yet for some reason still doesn’t feel enough??? anyways halfway through writing this i realized that jily is supposed to be 18 when they got married so for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that they’re in their late 20s hehehe,, hope you’ll like this one! 🫶🏻

Sirius got to meet you through Lily.

The meeting was unexpected, really. It was during the time James and Lily were preparing for the wedding, and Sirius, being the designated best man and all, was tasked to deliver some important items for the ceremony from the Evans home to the Potters. 

He knocked on the front door, clad in his usual attire of faded jeans, black shirt, with a leather jacket worn around his shoulders. His motorbike was still running in the driveway, an indication that he wasn’t planning to stay long, but as soon as you opened the door and locked gazes with him, Sirius suddenly thought that perhaps it would be okay to hang around even for a few minutes or so.

He flashed a smile, a smile he knew turned up the charm and made his handsomeness look a bit devilish, and stepped a bit closer, his hands placing themselves on the front pockets of his pants. “I didn’t get the wrong address, did I?” he asked. “Although if I did, I don’t think I should be in the position to complain.” His smile transformed into an easy smirk.

You stared at him, analyzing him, taking in the sight of his dark tousled hair and the manner in which his piercing eyes looked back at you, before opening the door a bit wider. “I take it that you’re Sirius Black?”

“The very one. And you are?”

“____ ____,” you said your full name, extending a hand out for a handshake but when Sirius took it, he didn’t do what you were expecting him to do.

Instead, he brought it closer to his mouth, pressing a kiss on your knuckles. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl,” he replied smoothly, prompting your face to feel a bit hot.

As you were about to utter a response, Lily came behind you and saw what was happening. She rolled her eyes and playfully shoved Sirius’ shoulder, causing him to drop your hand. 

“What?” he asked, mock innocence on his features but he was already laughing.

“Don’t even think about it, Black,” she warned, though she too was chuckling. She then handed him the things he came for without delay. “____ is off limits.”

“Why? Is she taken?” he asked, glancing at you as if waiting for you to confirm it yourself.

“No,” Lily answered before you could (again), “but she’s my best friend.”

“And? I’m your fiancé’s best mate. Wouldn’t that technically make us meant to be?” He smirked, eyes flickering to you once more. “Don’t you agree, love? I reckon you’re the maid of honor too—my perfect match as the best man.”

You laughed, a soft melodic sound that he got momentarily mesmerized by. “Well, I see Lily was right about what she told me about you. You do seem like a menace.”

“But charming and handsome nonetheless?”

“Sirius,” Lily walked out of the threshold and began gently pushing him to the direction where the motorbike was parked, “go before I hex you,” she said. “Or worse, uninvite you to the wedding.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll behave.” He relented, waving a hand before heading to the vehicle and placing the fetched items in the compartment. 

Before he revved the engine, preparing to leave, he gave you one last look which consisted of a rather heart-fluttering grin and a very flirtatious wink.

Lily turned to you as he sped off, already reading what was on your mind. “No,” she said, her tone final.

You laughed. “I didn’t even say anything!”

“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face.” She scoffed with a teasing smile, marching back inside the house and leaving you there, still staring at where Sirius rode away.

****

The next time Sirius got to see you, it was at the wedding itself.

It was a small ceremony. James’ parents were there, all happy and excited for this new chapter of their son’s life, and as for Lily’s family, only her parents came to attend.

Her sister, Petunia, still had an unprovoked dislike towards wizards, a feeling that apparently couldn’t be ignored even for one day in order to be part of her sole sister’s special day.

As for other attendees, aside from some friends they went to school with back at Hogwarts, there were quite a number of Muggle friends and relatives, mostly from Lily’s side. It was for that reason that the event felt… mundane, you could say, with the absence of magical decorations and whatnots—but in the best way possible, as it gave the whole affair a more intimate and solemn feel.

“Padfoot, you’re going to turn into a giraffe if you don’t stop craning your neck like that,” Remus retorted with a chuckle.

Sirius gave him a lopsided smirk, dropping the cigarette between his fingers and extinguishing it on the ground.

He was trying to search for you among the busy crowd, curious on where you might be. It wouldn’t take long before the entourage would be asked to take their positions and he would have the excuse of having your arm latched to his, the both of you ultimately walking across the aisle as the best man and maid of honor.

After a few more giraffe-like actions of trying to catch a glimpse of you, he finally saw you talking with Lily’s parents, a baby girl not more than three years old wearing an adorable dress carried in your arms. He didn’t think much of it, assumed that she was a flower girl, though he did notice a bit of similarities between your appearance and the little lady, such as the shape of your eyes and the color of your hair.

“Excuse me,” Sirius arrived just in time beside you as the Evans went off to greet a relative, “I believe that you’re my partner for the day?” he cheekily said.

His smile was directed to you at first, but it swiftly shifted to the toddler who you still had in your arms.

“This is Esther.” You introduced with a fond grin. “My lovely daughter.”

You watched as his eyebrows rose in surprise. 

“Daughter?” he repeated, though the manner in which he said it had no malice. “Well, that explains the pretty eyes.” He chuckled before doing a courteous prince-like bow to Esther. “Pleasure to be of acquaintance, Ms. Esther.”

Esther giggled, hiding behind your hair in bashfulness, though still peaked as Sirius like she was initiating a prompt peek-a-boo game.

“Where’s this cute one’s dad?” he asked next. You could tell that he was attempting to sound nonchalant about it, as if the question wasn’t being asked to check if you were single or not again despite confirming it last time. It seemed like what he wanted to confirm this time was your current relationship with the father of your child.

You shrugged. “No idea. Probably off at someone else’s bed.”

“I see.” He laughed, sounding a bit too pleased.

When you eyes met again, your lips curved upwards as his eyes twinkled.

****

For the rest of the ceremony, you and Sirius shared conversations then and there. 

You reckoned that without Lily’s focus on you, there was less chances of her reprimanding you if she saw you willingly involve yourself with the heartbreaker that is Sirius Black. You weren’t lying when you said that she had said several things about Sirius prior to your first meeting, all of which involved not letting your guard down and being seduced by his ‘bad boy charm’.

“He’s generally nice,” Lily told you. “As a friend, that is—I can’t say much as a significant other—but I do know that he made loads of girls cry and curse his name back then.”

And as Sirius made you laugh after one joke and another, you could understand why. He was the type of guy who knew what the ladies loved and used it to his advantage; the type who was aware of how good looking he was and yet acted as if he didn’t, this effortless aura surrounding him that pulled you in ever so naturally.

Whenever Esther was whisked away by a friend or any elderly couple that were enamored with the presence of a child, Sirius took it as an opportunity to level up his advances. He’d compliment you, look at you with a gaze that made you a bit weak in the knees, and spoke in a voice that was all velvety and smooth—giving you an even clearer picture that this definitely wasn’t the first time he went his way to woo a woman.

“Look at those two,” you said upon seeing Lily and James sway along the rhythm of the slow music, caught in their own world at the center of the dance floor, “I find it hilarious that he’s the lad she ended up marrying. Do you know how many times she complained about him whenever she came back from Hogwarts?”

Sirius snorted. “Well, in her defense, James was a bloody tosser. He followed her around, trying to get her to go with him for even one date.”

You hummed in agreement. “Yes, but I also heard that he was an arse, always messing with Severus.”

“Oh, you’re familiar with Snivellus?” He appeared amused for a second, daresay proud at the awful nickname—but then realization dawned unto him, and he shifted his expression to a more controlled and behaved one. “I mean, Severus, yes. Severus Snape—I didn’t know you knew him too.”

Your nose wrinkled.

Instead of answering his question, you tilted your head slightly to the side before uttering out what you have been itching to say since he began blatantly showing interest to you. “I know your reputation, Sirius,” you began, “and I’ll have you know that I have no time for funny business.”

“Great. Neither do I.”

“I have a daughter.”

“Yes, as you have introduced me to the little one earlier.”

“And does that not bother you? Or do you like knowing that you can have someone with a child wrapped around your finger?”

His features softened in an instant. “Love, I don’t know what you exactly heard from Lily, but I’ll tell you this. I won’t deny how much of a menace I’ve been when we were still studying, but it has also been a few years since we graduated. I’m not entirely the same lad as I was.”

You were skeptical. No matter how talking to him throughout the evening gave enough proof to support his case (he did prove that he was a man of substance and who knew how to lead a meaningful conversation), you were also wary of putting all your trust in him. After all, this wasn’t the first time that a man charmed you and made the implication that he was going to treat you the best, only to flee the moment you made it apparent that you needed him.

“Okay,” you said.

Sirius chuckled. “Okay? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“As it’s supposed to be.” You shrugged. “It’s a free country. You can do anything you want, as they say.”

****

It has been 11 months since Sirius and you became a couple officially.

Was Lily mad?

She was furious. She scolded you nonstop for days, saying how she didn’t lack in warning you about Sirius and that you should be careful about letting men in your life, especially since the last man you let in was not only an embarrassment, but someone who had made it apparent that not everyone can stay true to their promises.

She was right, of course. You weren’t naive and you for sure were smarter this time around. There was no moment that you ever made it easy for Sirius the second he declared his intentions with you, always being transparent of your feelings and whenever he did something that you didn’t like. Your mindset was always that if he were to give up because of your ‘pickiness’ or ‘unrealistic’ demands, then it would save you the time of investing your feelings yet again to the wrong person.

But Sirius was a different breed. He was persistent. He met each ridiculous request with ease and listened to every concern you addressed to him with commendable willingness to change. Though there were still moments wherein his inherent mischievousness jumped out, when his sharp tongue rolled out at the presence of others and you saw a side of him that you didn’t particularly like—at the end, Sirius knew when to apologize and how to show you that he wasn’t all talk in saying that he was ready to change for the better for you.

As for his relationship with Esther… well, you thought that was the most compelling thing about being with Sirius, just seeing him effortlessly take on the role of her father figure without being asked to.

“Oh, Merlin, you must be the most adorable little lady in the world, darling,” Sirius cooed at Esther as he adjusted the backpack worn behind her shoulders, dressed in light denim overalls with a white shirt underneath.

She was going on a trip with your brother, along with his wife and two kids, and was going to be picked up a few minutes from now. Sirius had insisted the night prior to sleeping at your place to help you pack Esther’s things, given how the trip was going to last three days, and when you woke up this morning to prepare breakfast and some snacks she could bring, saw that Sirius had already prepared it for you.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” you mused.

“I don’t.”

“Then how—” you cut yourself off at the reminder of him being like Lily, a wizard, and the sight of the smirk plastered on his face. “Right, right. Almost forgot about that one.”

“Sirius,” you heard your daughter chime while you checked her belongings, making sure that everything was set, “will you still be here when I get back?”

Sirius smoothed her hair. “Hm, that depends, love. You know I don’t actually live here, don’t you?” He teased her.

“But you’s always sleeping here!”

“Yes, because I like spending time with your mum.” He chuckled. “And you, of course. You can’t quite sleep without me reading you your favorite storybook.”

She nodded. “Tha’s ‘cause I likes it when you read it.”

“More than you like listening to Mummy?” You jumped in the conversation, crossing your arms in fake hurt. “I’m wounded, darling.  Aren’t I supposed to be your favorite?”

Esther grinned rather sheepishly. “You’s still are, Mummy. But when Sirius reads me my storybooks, he makes the characters all come to life!”

Before you could process the implication of what she said, two loud honks from a vehicle outside announced your brother’s arrival and Sirius was quick to take advantage of the distraction, ushering you to greet your brother outside while he helped with bringing Esther’s things to the car.

Once all things were settled, you kissed Esther’s cheek goodbye, a wet smooch that she giggled to, and said your farewells to your brother, his wife, and your two nieces that you hugged tightly and gave sweet kisses to as well before you stepped back in the driveway, waving as they drove off.

You turned your heel around the second the car was far enough, looking at Sirius who was leaning casually on the door frame of the front door.

“What?” he asked, but you knew that he was already aware of what the look meant.

You reached him as you entered the small house. “Do you use magic whenever you’re reading books to Esther?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“No, absolutely not.” 

You raised an eyebrow, in which Sirius finally grinned. 

“Okay, maybe sometimes.” He yielded. “But I promise, it’s all harmless. I just make the drawings move and run around her bedroom.”

“You…” a sigh escaped your mouth at his statement, “you make the drawings move? And, and run?”

He nodded. “It’s a simple charm, really. Makes Esther all excited too. Sometimes she even requests that I make them life sized so she could play with them.”

“Is that even allowed?”

“Well, she’s a kid, so I reckon she’d blame it to her imagination if she ever does remember this in the future.” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, seeing his point yet still being in disbelief at the reality of all of this. You were never that weirded out by magic—in fact, you were amazed by the existence of it—but as someone who grew up with completely mundane stuff, you still couldn’t grasp its possibility and how casual Sirius was whenever the topic arose.

“You’re lucky she adores you, Sirius,” you told him, laughing and shaking your head. “If not, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself out of this one.”

The grin was still on his mouth as he gently hauled you closer to him. “What can I say? My charisma is universal.”

“I think I beg to differ.” 

“Oh, are you saying that it doesn’t work on you? You haven’t fallen for my irresistible allure yet?”

“And if I were to say no?”

He kissed you, slow and lingering, enough to make your head spin a bit at how his lips moved with cognizance of what you liked. When he pulled back, he flashed you a rakish smirk that had you weak in the knees.

“Then I’ll have to change that. Can’t have Esther’s gorgeous mother not fall for me, can’t we?”

“You’ll survive.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

Another kiss. You grinned at how you could feel the intent behind the gesture.

“But seriously,” you pulled back momentarily to look him deeply in the eyes, “thanks for being there for Esther. I appreciate how you make her laugh and all. I can see that she likes being with you.”

He smiled in response. It was sincere and warm, a side of him that you have come to witness and love for the past months. “No need to thank me, darling. The kid isn’t hard to adore either. I’d say I’m honored to be part of her life.”

You continued to gaze at Sirius, his words making you feel fuzzy and gooey inside. You never thought you’d get to this point of yours and his relationship. You always assumed that he was going to get tired one way or another, or perhaps realize that dating a single mother was not for him, but here he was, smitten with you and treating your daughter as if she was his own.

“Fine, I’ll take it back.” You slyly pulled the collar of his shirt down so you could be the one to kiss him, Sirius smirking against you as you did. “Maybe I’m not immune to your irresistible allure after all.”

He laughed, the beat of his heart syncing with yours. 

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[goldfades]

paige x reader texts!

(not my gif)

for my baby jojo! @wanderlusturous

notes: since i dont really know how to do those like screenshot ones, i decided to just do them manually cause it'd be easier LOL bare w me... also ignore how unaesthetic this post is

you’re taking forever to get ready, and paige is impatient

paige: Are you almost done?? you: beauty takes time baby paige: You’ve been “getting ready” for an hour you: and i will continue until i feel like the baddest in the room. u should support me paige: I do support you. I just don’t want to be late 😭 you: ok and? ur paige bueckers. they’ll wait. paige: That is NOT how this works 😭

--

you’re at one of paige’s games and she’s locked in

you: hi i love u play good 😘 paige: I’m literally about to play a game 😭 you: and? that should only fuel u. do it for me. paige: I always do 😏 you: god u r so in love w me it’s crazy paige: Stop texting me before Coach yells at me 😭

--

paige keeps sending you ugly selfies

paige:

you: girl what is this 💀 paige: It’s meeeeee you: no bc why is ur forehead taking up the whole screen paige: I was trying to show you my new pimple ☹️ you: well u succeeded. that thing is front and center paige: That’s mean ☹️ you: i’ll kiss it better later. but also u need skincare fr paige: …rude. but also what do I buy cause this Cerave shit isn't doing anything

--

paige left her fav hoodie at your place

paige: Can I get my hoodie back you: no ❤️ paige: What do you mean no?? It’s mine?? you: wrong. u left it here. it has transferred ownership paige: That’s not how this works you: i don’t make the rules. i just enforce them paige: You’re ridiculous you: and cozy 😌

--

paige woke up before you and is bored, while you need ur daily dose of insta reels

paige: Wake up you: no paige: I’m bored n ur just on tiktok 😭 you: sounds like a personal problem and it's literally insta reels paige: You are my girlfriend. It’s literally your job to entertain me. you: i do not recall signing up for this paige: Too late. Wake up. you: bribing me would work better js paige: I’ll buy you food you: ok bet

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you caught paige staring at you when you guys are hanging out with friends

you: bro paige: ? you: why r u looking at me like that 😭 paige: Like what you: like u want to eat me paige: …I was just looking at you?? you: yeah with big heart eyes paige: Okay?? You’re literally my girlfriend?? you: sounds like a u problem tbh. i’m just here existing paige: And I’m just here admiring 🤷🏼‍♀️ you: softie

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paige is flirting with you

paige: You looked really good today 😏 you: i always look good paige: Yeah but like… extra good you: oh? paige: Yeah you: so u admit u were staring paige: UHHHHHHH you: caught u slipping love

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you’re mad at paige over something small

paige: Are you seriously still mad 😭 you: yes paige: It wasn’t even that serious you: IT WAS TO ME paige: You’re so dramatic omg you: don’t talk to me paige: What if I bring you snacks you: … paige: That’s what I thought you: ur lucky i love snacks

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you’re making paige jealous on purpose

paige: Why are you talking to her so much?? you: oh? does someone feel threatened? paige: No. Just wondering why you’re talking to her THAT much. you: maybe i think she’s cute 😌 paige: Y/N. you: LMFAO NOT U USING MY FULL NAME paige: I’m serious 😒 you: baby i’m kidding. ur the only one i want paige: I hate you you: no u don’t 😘

--

paige is on a long roadie and is missing you

paige: I’m bored you: sounds like a u problem tbh paige: No, it’s a you problem bc I miss you you: oh paige: Yeah. Oh. you: ur kinda soft paige: Maybe you: i miss u too baby

[sugarwarachan]

hi hi hi! i was reading your touchstarved!mha headcanons and was wondering if you could do one for mr. compress? hear me out here, he's just so underrated 😭

ohhhh i'm hearing you out!! i mean - he's from a family who steals from the rich, and he looks like THIS under the mask?? 😮‍💨

touchstarved!sako who always tugs you into his lap, dexterous fingers splayed possessively across your waist, "stop squirmin' so much, princess"

touchstarved!sako who is an absolute menace when flirting with you, adores nothing more than making you blush and stammer

touchstarved!sako who loves the idea of corrupting you, of teaching you forms of pleasure you never knew were possible. coaxes you with god-tier praise, "told ya you could do it, my darling, didn't I? look at you taking me so well"

touchstarved!sako who is just as much a showman in the bedroom as he outside of it, hooking your legs over his while he fingers you in front of a floor-length mirror "see what happens when i press on your pretty bud, sweetheart? ohh she just gushes all over me, doesn't she?"

touchstarved!sako who makes you scream his name every time you cum, absolutely needs the league to hear you crying out, "that's right, who's making you feel this good? say my name again, sweet girl"

touchstarved!mha boys masterlist here

[threebea]

I need to write an AU where Obi-Wan works at Dex's diner maybe during the Imperial era and Clark Kenting it. Shaved his beard and wears glasses or some other low level cosmetic thing.

Patron: wow has anyone ever told you that you look like Jedi General Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Obi-Wan: oh yes, after betraying the Republic I got hired at a diner in cocotown since it was the only job I could get after becoming an enemy of the state. I'm afraid I'll have to beg for your silence on the matter.

Patron: haha can you imagine? Anyway I'll have the shake and fries.

⭐

Clone Trooper: hey doesn't that guy look like General Kenobi?

Clone Trooper Buddy: no he looks completely different. He has no facial hair, he has glasses, he has tattoos. General didn't look like that.

Third Clone Troopers: it's so hard to tell them apart.

Clone Trooper Buddy: besides with the amount of businesses that legally are allowed not to serve us you think the one that had General Kenobi working for them would let us in?

Clone Trooper: ugh good point.

Regular: Ben is nice Dex, but he's kind of clumsy. (Winces as a bunch of plates shatter in background)

Stormtroopers on leave tense and look over at the middle aged man profusely apologising, they turn back to their nerfburgers.

Dex: Ben means well and he's got a kid to look after you know? Besides he's gotten way better than he was before!

CRASH

Stormtrooper: do you know how hard it is to get space mustard off armour!?

Ben: I am so sorry 😭 please let me help you.

Regular: you're a good guy Dex (shakes head)

Later:

Dex: pal you gotta bring it down with the clumsy act. I can't afford this many dishes.

'Ben': you're only mad you didn't see their faces.

Dex: well that's also true. Steal anything good?

Ben: copied a few passcodes. They were gossiping about their next station. I'll put it on a drive and you can sell it.

Dex: I'll send a copy to Organa too. Never know when it might come in handy.

Stormtrooper: I need to see your identification citizen.

'Ben' completely unconcerned: of course! Ben Kenobi (hands over very good fake id)

Stormtrooper: (stares at him) wow that's rough. Do you get hassled? You related or something?

'Ben': hassled? Oh! Perhaps a bit in the beginning, but not as much now. I thought about changing my name, but updating ID now is so complicated.

Stormtrooper: tell me about it. I got married and it was a whole thing.

'Ben': exactly! Who has the time for the line up at a Service Corscant? I find being straightforward is the best way to go about it. I'm not even related, just the same Stewjoni last name and similar build. The name is what really makes people think I look like him.

Stormtrooper: yeah I wouldn't have even thought about it. Anyway you're clear. Have a good day.

Ben: you too! 😊 (Smiles as he walks away with a bag of weapons the Stormtrooper didn't bother to check)

[scentofhydrangea]

warnings a bit of smut, breeding, he calls reader a slut, otherwise just fluff

thinking sooooo hard about a big italian wedding with luigi omg

i feel like he’s not the type to initially want a big wedding but then the more you two discuss it he starts getting a little restless with the planning

i think also he’d be a super groomzilla when you’re like two weeks away from the date… he’s worried more about preparations than you are 😭 ‘baby it’s okay, we’ll have everything taken care of!’

his parents and grandparents will likely contribute to a majority of the wedding, even if you two refuse… but this gives the selfish part of you lots more room for spending hehehehe

especially if his grandparents like you a lot, oh my gosh you’d better know that they’d give you a fat check or stack of money as your wedding gift 🫣 ‘benvenuto in famiglia!’ and you’re just burning with excitement omgomg

also he spends so much time on his vows :( he’s nearly bringing you to tears and his mother just cannot keep herself together … of course your maid of honor is on the brink of tears too cuz she has to give her best friend away

we know luigi has an incredible sense of humor as well, and i saw something on pinterest that said they wanted their wedding/reception to be like a scene from the office, and i’m certain that if he was into shows like that then you’d have a room where people go in and gossip or talk to the ‘viewers’ (you two) and there’d be lots of looking at the camera/breaking the fourth wall or zooming in on people like his best man side eyeing the camera LMFAOOO

after the wedding, he waits a few days before you go on your honeymoon because he wants nothing more than to slut you out and be able to call you his wife that night ;)

“my pretty wife, look at you, baby. doing so good for your husband, aren’t you?” the way he speaks to you is like a sin, as if you’re doing something you aren’t supposed to. you’re just so overwhelmed with all these new phrases that you can’t do anything but babble ‘mhm’ and ‘fuck!’

“you gonna let me cum inside? hmmm? gonna let me breed my wife?” he huskily asks, no longer letting you ride him at your own pace. he’s holding your hips as still as he can, eagerly thrusting his thick cock deep into you. you’re both sweating and moaning into each others ears, and he really doesn’t care if you ever answer him.

the moment your walls spasm around him (for the fourth time), he loses all sense and his hot cum comes in ropes and he’s stuffing you full and whispering in your ear :’) “good fucking girl” and “what a good slut my wife is” omg i’m ill

he wastes no time in convincing you to start the family early :3 we know italian people love their big families! (his mother is also pushing the fuck out of you asking ‘when am i gonna get grandkids?’ 😬)

either way, he’s absolutely the best husband and father of your child(ren) you could possibly ask for 🩷🩷

[satoruswifeyyyy]

taking care of sick toji (drabbles)

masterlist

requested by @totallygyomeiswife

toji fushiguro swaggered into the house like he hadn’t just been caught in the middle of a monsoon. his black shirt clung to his skin, droplets of rain sliding off his ridiculously muscular frame, and his hair was a dripping mess.

he looked like a drowned cat—if the cat was six feet tall, stupidly attractive, and had the ego the size of japan.

you, meanwhile, took one look at him from where you sat on the couch and sighed dramatically.

“oh, wonderful. the storm dragged in an idiot.”

toji scoffed, kicking off his boots with a wet squelch. “relax, mama. i’m fine.”

“no, you’re soaked. go take a warm bath before you get sick.”

he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair. “cold’s got nothing on me, babe.”

megumi, all of five years old and already sporting a permanent scowl, deadpanned, “you’re literally shivering.”

“am not,” toji shot back immediately, despite the visible tremor in his hands.

tsumiki, the true voice of reason, crossed her arms and frowned. “papa, listen to mama.”

“pfft, what’s the worst that can happen?” toji waved them off and flopped onto the couch like a wet rag. “i’m built different.”

you stared at him for a long second before shaking your head. “alright. don’t come crying to me when you—”

the next morning.

toji fushiguro, walking muscle and self-proclaimed immune-to-sickness warrior, lay sprawled in bed with a raging fever. his face was flushed, his usually sharp green eyes were bleary, and his entire existence radiated pure, unfiltered misery.

you stood over him, arms crossed, smug as hell.

“good morning, ‘built different.’”

toji groaned. “don’t.”

“oh, no, no, please, let me say it.” you cleared your throat. “i told you so.”

he let out a suffering sigh, turning his head into the pillow like a dramatic teenager. “leave me alone.”

megumi climbed onto the bed, looking down at his father with an expression that was far too judgmental for a five-year-old. “so. turns out you can get sick.”

“shut up, brat.”

tsumiki giggled from where she sat beside you, holding a cool towel. “papa, mama says you need to drink something warm.”

“i don’t need—”

you pressed a spoonful of soup against his lips, cutting off his protest. “open up, big guy.”

he scowled. “i can feed myself.”

“oh? can you?” you raised a brow. “because you look like you’re five seconds from passing out.”

megumi nodded sagely. “he does.”

“traitors,” toji muttered, but he begrudgingly let you feed him.

“wow,” you teased. “toji fushiguro, feared bounty hunter, being spoon-fed by his loving wife. how adorable.”

his face, already red from the fever, somehow managed to darken. “y/n.”

“shh. say ‘ahh.’”

“this is humiliating.”

“this is necessary.”

tsumiki, ever the responsible one, patted his forehead gently. “mama’s just taking care of you, papa.”

toji sighed, accepting his fate. “…you guys suck.”

megumi poked his arm. “we’re the only reason you’re still alive.”

“…fair.”

you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his burning forehead. “next time, listen to me.”

“yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, eyes already slipping shut as exhaustion took over.

megumi pulled the blanket up to his chin, and tsumiki tucked in the edges. you smoothed back his messy hair, smiling softly.

yeah, he was an idiot. but he was your idiot.

a/n: honestly i am kind of disappointed with this one :( this didn't slay as much as i wanted it to. and i know I AM SORRY 😭🙏 for not posting.

[moldypoff]

NO CUZ I’M ACTUALLY GOING TO CRY- HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE BOYS!!! AND THE BOY‼️‼️‼️

I AM F E A S T I N G Y’ALL- I’M EATING SO GOOD *SOUNDS OF ME GOBBLING THIS POST UP* AAUGHHHHHH I LOVE IT- I LOVE DOEY, I LOVE THE ART, I LOVE THE RENDITION OF THE DOUGHLETS, AND I LOVE YOU MOONIE!!! YOU’RE SO TALENTED GRAAAAAAAAAAHEBROWHFKEHFWKHDIEXBOWDHSONSWJS

I will take my keyboard bashing and screaming to the tags.

After I spill my support onto the floor

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GET LOVED NERD!!!!!

P.S. I RAN OUT OF TAGS

MOONIE YOUR AMAZING ALSO I HOPE YOUR TUMBLR NOTIFS ARE OFF JUST I’M ABOUT TO BLAST THIS POST INTO OBLIVION/pos/LOVINGLY

He’s stretchy! He’s funny! He’s silly! He’s gummy!

D-O-E-Y!! Doey!!

I can draw him properly!!

AND SOME FANART FROM THE WONDERFUL DOUGHLETS AU BY MY AMAZING FRIEND @moldypoff !!!

Silly guys fr,,, 🥺

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

•Disease

Viktor x God/ess!reader

Synopsis-Viktor is in the verge of death, only a forgotten god can bring him back; what’s his fate?

cw- character death, bad writing, god!reader, writer watched what if when she started this, sexual undertones, kissing, reader is referred as ‘you’, uhhh I gen don’t know what else to put 😭

“I could be the doctor, I can cure your disease…”

Mortals. Primitive, selfish beings, they take so much but give so little. They don’t know it always comes back to bite them in the end.

Jayce eyes shoot open taking in painful gasps of air, delirious he stands up on wobbly legs. Looking around he’s horrified by the carnage that surrounded him. Where the council room once stood only rubble and mangled corpses of the councilors take its place. His breathing quickened, Mel. He searched frantically finding her incoherent, he helped her to her feet before his heart stopped. Viktor.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jayce cursed himself before he realized he found his best friend, his partner's body; broken and bloody. Jayce ran towards the dying man. “No, no Vik come on stay with me.” The Talis boy cried, ripping Viktors dirty button, pushing up and down on his chest, hearing the crack of a rib with every compression he gave. His vision went blurry with tears. Viktor couldn’t die, Jayce wouldn’t let him. This isn’t working. I need to get to the lab. Was all Jayce could think, lifting Viktor off the floor racing to their lab.

He threw Viktor down, going through everything he possibly could to save him. There was nothing. How could this be? All those endless nights in the lab, countless nights gone with sleep, how many times they had to run over their morals for the greater good. How could this be? Jayce slammed his hands down on the stretcher Viktors body lies. He hadn’t realized he began crying again. And this time he couldn’t stop. “Please, please, anyone save him. Save my partner. Save Viktor.” He cried out into the air, it was insane, he knew nothing could hear him, help him. He was alone.

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“Save him…. Save Viktor.”

Your ears rang over and over, the same phrase repeated over and over and over again until it was scorched into your brain. “Fine. Fine, Fine!” You grimaced walking up the invisible stairs into a room unlike any other; a room full of mirrors all differing in shapes and sizes.

You could see into any universe through these mirrors , anywhere anytime, everywhere all at once. You flowed through time and space, keeping the contingency in balance; but the punny little mortal kept disturbing you. Looking through one of the mirrors you touched the middle of the portal closing your eyes focusing all your energy to find that one little speck. Your terrestrial energy hummed around you; your plane of existence shaking all around you as if a glass ball under pressure about to shatter. Gotcha.

The fog of the portal disappeared and in it replaced a beautifully devastating scene, where one single action could create a new branch of reality. But this man doesn’t seem to be doing anything, but cry.

He was quite pitiful. The other man, the one he cried over, close to death if not already there. An essence radiated all through his dying body, you could feel the power he could hold. What a waste of potential.

You listened closely as the male pleaded and pleaded. “Save him,” he wailed. “I’ll do anything, give anything.” But it wasn’t him you wanted.

You bargained with yourself, if you saved the dying man you could have another soul, another disciple. But then your oath, if you broke then who knows what the Watchers would do.

“But, the Watchers haven’t been heard from in millenniums. I’m sure one life does not matter.” You mutter to yourself taking in a deep breath before you reach into the mirror grabbing Viktors hand and pull his soul from his body and bring him into your realm.

Viktor awoke gasping for air, he looked around panic feeling out his nerves. There was nothing, actually nothing but white, he was in a blindingly white room with no doors apparently. He looked down and saw his body, that was definitely not his. Where his metal protected body once was a white void takes his place, it didn’t feel like his body but a replica of what once was. Just as he went to find a way out a voice caught him. “Finally you’re awake I was wondering when you would—“

“Who are you?” Viktor cut you off from giving your gracious welcome speech, he studied you as you gathered yourself from his rude barbaric homosapien ways. You were indescribable, you went above all meanings of magic or logic he has ever known. Your body was like his but different. Colors of deep hue swished through your glorious temple, unlike his body yours blended with the void as if you bent it to your will. You floated around him ten times his size, terrifyingly beautiful.

“I am everything and nothing.”

“What do you mean?”

You don’t answer him, only swaying back and forth studying the statue in front of you, having truly forgotten how little human bodies can be.

“I heard your mortal man beg for your life, pleading for your soul's salvation.. I can give you salvation, Viktor.” You hummed only bringing Viktor deeper into your symphony of madness. “I can cure your disease.”

“What disease.” If all he can say through all this lunacy. “The disease of death.” You continued voiced strained almost as of this was exciting you, the longer you went on the clearer everything became, the blast killed him and this must be his hell.

“If I am to live again there will be a logical– a right way to do it.” Viktor tried to rebuttal your divine interference.

“Nothing can save you, no medicine, nor any human magic. But I can be your anecdote” You moved so fast Viktor couldn’t even catch your face as you moved back and forth.

“What.. I don’t– I don’t believe this.”

“I can make you believe.” You suddenly disappeared just for Viktor to feel a hand drag down his back.

“You are the flesh maggots adore,” you whisper into his ear, hands feeling his body up. “But I can make you so much more.” Your voice entranced him, enchanting his soul. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ll transcend any and everything you’ve ever done on that little speck of a planet of yours.”

“How?”

Gosh the questions have mortals always been this annoying?

“I’ll merge the smallest piece of my soul and I'll exchange and you will give me yours.” You explain an exaggerated smile stitched on your small, your face muscles strain he was concerned for you, they would surely cramp if you continued.

“My what?”

“Oh my— your soul. What else?” You look at him as if he was an insolent child and to you he was.

Viktor, well he was calculating whether or not this could be real or not. How out of 1 million probabilities this is the afterlife he was stuck with and if he was lucky this is all a dream and he’ll awake in a hospital, maybe a little sore, but definitely not survived by a forgotten god. As if hearing his thoughts the creature before him pushed him on the ground, straddling him.

“Forgotten’s a harsh word, I’d like to think of it as temporarily disposed of. And like I said before,” you spoke softly, hands caressing his shoulders and face, Viktor’s stomach clenched an unfamiliar and unwelcome warmth filling his body. “No human medicine will work for you. Only I can help you, so let me cure you.” You looked into his eyes, no deeper. It was as if you were connecting with his very being, so he definitely wasn’t thinking with the next words he uttered.

“Fine.”

He gave in way quicker than you thought, you smiled delighted. Getting off of him quickly and lead him to another place of whatever plane of existence you were on. This time there was one thing, a huge pitch black temple, the sculpture looks as if made at the depths of Tartarus. It made one quite unsettled how off it looked compared to the heavenly light that could burn one’s eyes out blazing behind it.

But one thing Viktor was thinking, was how big this place is.

When you two reached the temple and he looked back to you, you had a much more serious expression, your angelic features scrunching up to make an unnatural scowl. He could tell you were never meant to be unhappy.

“Kneel.” Your instruction cut through his ears, slicing his eardrums. Your demand was quite painful. You looked back remorse painting your eyes. But you had to remain in control.

As you knelt beside him you dipped your hand into a golden dish filled with water as pitch as the temple. He hadn’t even realized what was in front of them. An altar. Dawned with candles that never melted, flowers that never wilted, fruit that would never rot. Unfamiliar Oil aromas mixed into his nostrils. Four cups each different in size and style sit on their own corner on the altarpiece. Who knew immortal beings have their own gods?

“Please ancient gods, forgive us for our mortal sins…” you whispered an unintelligible prayer, dipping in the gold dish four separate times kissing your hands in between the dips. You poured all different elements along with the water into a different golden cup. Then you grabbed each chalice and poured blood-like tar out of each speaking what Viktor assumed were names, that even he couldn’t pronounce.

“As you have sacrificed for us we shall for you.”

That caught his attention. He couldn’t even speak when you grab his hand and without a knife cut his hand open with the tip of your fingernail. “W-wha…” He couldn’t even speak as you did the same, your blood pouring out the same as he. He held his hand hissing at the burning pain and you just groaned, snatching his hand back. “Stop being a baby.” You say healing the cut with a wave of your hand over his.

“Now drink.” She said, bringing the golden chalice to his lips deaconing him on. His lips touched the liquid gulping four times, it was bitter and tasted like death.

He watched you as you downed the rest, the red drink dripping down your chest. You look back at him, a new ferocity freed from your soul, grabbing the sides of his perfectly aligned face and smash your lips into his. Viktor was taken aback, he tried to push you away but you were too strong and suddenly he found himself falling into the kiss. Your warm muscle found his lips parting them biting his lip so hard he bleed the metallic taste feeling up your mouth and before he could try and push away it felt as if something was being shoved down his throat. It was excruciating, excessive, euphoric.

As you merged yourself using all your will to not consume his entire being, Viktor felt as if he was at the top of the world. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, never having felt this much pleasure before it was unreal, unnatural and he needed more.

He grabbed your arms pulling your inhabited body closer, his body sparked a new energy, a powerful energy all through your body, it made you lust for more. Your soul's powerful emergence created a light, The light that was both of you, burned brighter and brighter until it combusted stabbing the white voided room into a black hole.

And then Viktor was gone.

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“They broke the oath.” A deep, dark voice spoke.

“This cannot be.” A jittery one shuttered.

“An act of rebellion I tell you. Who knows any deity now will think they can do whatever they want no respect—“ An old shriveled on spouted on and on.

“Quiet.” Said the fourth voice, all falling silent . “They will be dealt with accordingly, but first let’s see what they are planning…..”

Mortals are not the only ones who take things and never give back, Gods are the only real selfish ones; but they never know until the very end.

[kxtsukixoxo]

hear me out ! katsuki comfort fic where reader couldn't compete in the UA sports festivle bc of an injury to their quirk? idk if this sounds good enough to write but help me out here 💔💔🔥😭🙏

tysm honeybun

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i love loveeeeeee loveeee this omg. i’m so sorry for publishing this so late, i’ve been so busy :(

”you’re the only friend i need”

ft. katsuki bakugou

“fuck me sideways and dispose the damn body!” 

you screamed catching everyone’s attention in the hallway, principal nezu and aizawa spent half the afternoon lecturing you on not to use your quirk due to the serious injuries you sustained during training. as much as you were angry, you were sad more than anything, everyone looked forward to the UA festival, including you.

how were you supposed to participate with no quirk? surely there was a way you could push yourself and make it through the day right? after all that lecturing, was it really a good decision? recovery girl was tired of you being a chronic patient in her ward, you hated relying on the poor old day, as well. 

sniffling as you plopped yourself on the bench outside the dorms, you stared at the ground. losing track of time, the sun started to set. you heard the dormitory door crack open, katsuki leaned against the frame of the door, his arms crossed against his chest. he called out, “brat! are you gonna eat or not?”  

no answer. 

“quit ignornin’ me, i know you’re listening me”  

katsuki grew concerned, his expressions softened, as he furrowed his eyebrows and approached you slowly. he placed his hand on your shoulder as he took a seat next to you. 

“talk to me, you’re scaring me” 

your shoulder fell on his head, he didn’t reject the faint skin to skin contact, instead he embraced it, caressing your head. 

“whenever you’re ready (y/n)” 

minutes went by, katsuki remained patient as he watched your chest rise and fall, timidly 

“my quirk.” you finally spoke 

“hm? what about it?” 

“i can’t participate in the UA festival because i need to recover” 

“i see…i think you should sit it out, we don’t need you getting worse” katsuki muttered, trying to sympathise. 

“this is so unfair” you sniffled staring at the trees surrounding the dormitory. katsuki patted your head, staring at you worriedly. “it’s for your own good, we don’t want you completely damaging your quirk.” 

time went by as the two of you sat in silence. 

“if you’re not participating, i won’t too.” 

“i can’t do that to you kats” 

“i don’t wanna hear it, this is my decision.” 

you threw your arms around him.

“you’re the best kats” your voice muffled into the cotton of his shirt 

“yeah yeah whatever” katsuki grinned as he held onto you 

[grifffins]

🔮 The Fool’s Journey (Into Trouble) 🔮 | Ch. 7

Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

summary: A familiar shop, a quiet morning, and the weight of something unspoken finally settling into place.

wc: 4.3k (Chapter 7/7)

a/n: Well… this is it. The end of the road. 😭 Thank you so much for following this story, for every like, reblog, comment, and unhinged scream in my inbox, it’s meant the absolute world to me. I had so much fun writing this, and knowing you’ve all been enjoying it too has meant everything. 💖

Ch. 6

also on ao3

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The drive back to Lilia’s place is thick with tension. The kind that lingers in the air, heavy and undeniable. We don’t talk much, there’s no need to. Every stolen glance, every brush of her fingers against my thigh, every subtle shift of her body in the passenger seat speaks volumes.

My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I pull up outside her shop, the neon sign flickering in the darkness, casting an ethereal glow over the cobblestone street. Lilia turns to me, lips slightly parted, eyes dark and knowing.

“Coming in?” she murmurs, like it’s even a question.

I smirk, shutting off the engine. “You know I am.”

Inside, the shop is dimly lit, the scent of incense lingering in the air, wrapping around us like something ancient and intoxicating. The door clicks shut behind us, and before I can even take a breath, Lilia is on me, pinning me against it, her hands fisting in my shirt, her lips crashing into mine with a desperation that steals the air from my lungs.

I groan, hands flying to her waist, pulling her flush against me. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” I murmur against her lips.

Lilia smirks, trailing kisses down my jaw, her fingers already working on the buttons of my dress. “Good,” she purrs, dragging my dress down my shoulders and letting it pool at my feet. “I’ve been thinking about this since you picked me up in that little number.”

I gasp as her mouth moves lower, tasting, teasing, marking. I barely have time to respond before she’s leading me backward, hands rough and impatient, guiding me into her bedroom. My knees hit the edge of the bed, and suddenly I’m falling, looking up at her as she towers over me, eyes burning with something dark and hungry.

I smirk up at her, chest rising and falling rapidly. “What are you waiting for?”

That’s all it takes.

Lilia straddles me, pushing me down into the mattress, her mouth claiming mine with a ferocity that has my toes curling. Her hands roam, touching everywhere, setting me on fire with every lingering caress.

I tug at her dress, desperate to feel her skin against mine. She lets it fall away in one smooth motion, and I take a shaky breath because fuck. She’s beautiful.

I trail my hands down her body, memorising every inch, my lips following the path my fingers take. She gasps when I flip us over, pressing her into the mattress, my mouth exploring, tasting, taking my time despite the ache between my thighs.

Her fingers curl in my hair, pulling me closer, guiding me to exactly where she wants me. I oblige without hesitation, savouring the way she falls apart beneath me, the way her body arches, the way she moans my name like it’s a prayer.

“You taste—” I murmur against her, my hands gripping her thighs, pulling her closer. “So fucking good.”

Lilia whimpers, her hips moving in rhythm with my mouth, her fingers tight in my hair. “y/n—” she gasps, and hearing her say my name like that nearly undoes me.

I don’t let up, driving her higher, deeper, until she’s trembling, moaning, and finally, shattering completely beneath me.

I grin against her skin, kissing my way back up her body, savouring the dazed look in her eyes as I hover over her. “One down,” I murmur, nipping at her collarbone. “Let’s see how many more I can get out of you.”

Lilia groans and smirks. “Oh, baby,” she whispers, trailing her nails down my stomach. “I think you’ll find I have a lot of stamina.”

I bite my lip, my body already begging for more. “Prove it.”

The second time, it’s slower. More deliberate. I take my time, savoring every inch of her beneath me, every soft sigh that escapes her lips, every slight twitch of her muscles as I explore her body with my hands, my mouth.

Lilia lies back against the pillows, curls spread across them like a halo, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light. I hover over her, tracing a finger along the delicate lines of her face, my thumb brushing gently over the wrinkles above her lips, those tiny creases that appear when she frowns or smirks in that teasing way of hers.

I press a kiss there, lingering, whispering against her skin. “I love these.”

She hums, watching me with dark, hooded eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

I smile against her lips, then slowly trail my mouth downward, pressing soft kisses down the column of her throat, over the swell of her collarbone. I take my time, my lips exploring the dip of her sternum, the warmth of her skin beneath my tongue.

When I reach the soft space between her breasts, I pause, staring at the faint wrinkles that have settled there over time. I trace them with my fingers, reverent, before pressing my lips there, slow and tender.

“These too,” I murmur, letting my tongue flick across the skin, my breath hot and teasing.

Lilia shudders beneath me, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer. “You’re taking your time,” she breathes, and there’s something vulnerable in her voice, something that makes my heart ache.

I look up at her, eyes locked on hers, and nod. “I want to.”

She exhales, something like a sigh of surrender, her fingers brushing over my cheek before tangling in my hair again. There’s a softness in her touch, a quiet acceptance in the way she lets herself sink into the moment, into me. So I continue my slow exploration, my lips traveling lower, mapping out the curves of her stomach, the faint scars, the way she reacts to every kiss, every touch. I press my lips to each mark, tracing them with my tongue, worshipping the way her body tells its own story beneath my hands.

I take my time kissing down the length of her legs, dragging my tongue over the inside of her thigh, feeling the way she trembles under my touch. Her breath stutters, her hands flex against the sheets, and I smirk against her skin.

“You’re driving me crazy,” she murmurs, breathless.

I smirk against her skin. “Good.”

And then I shift, settling between her thighs, pressing my mouth against her in a way that makes her whole body tense, makes her fingers tighten in my hair. I don’t rush. I take my time, teasing, savouring, drawing soft whimpers from her lips, letting her moans fill the space between us, letting the tension coil inside her, slow and excruciating, until she’s gasping my name like it’s the only thing grounding her.

When she finally comes apart beneath me, it’s slow, drawn-out, a shattering unraveling that leaves her trembling. Her back arches, her thighs quake, and I stay there, kissing her through it, whispering sweet nothings against her skin, letting her ride out the waves as I hold her close.

After a moment, she tugs at me, pulling me up, her lips crashing against mine in a desperate, lingering kiss. There’s something frantic about it, something needy, like she’s trying to memorise the taste of me, like she’s trying to pull me deeper into her. I let her. I let her take what she needs, because I need it just as badly.

“You’re unbelievable,” she murmurs against my lips, her fingers tracing over the curve of my spine, leaving tingling trails of warmth in their wake.

I grin, pressing my forehead to hers, my body still pressed close to hers, unwilling to move away. “I know.”

We stay like that for a while, tangled together, bodies flush, fingers drawing lazy patterns over sweat slicked skin. The air between us is thick with warmth, with the aftermath of something raw and consuming. The only sound is the soft hum of our breathing, the steady rise and fall of our chests in sync.

The third time, there’s no patience left. No teasing, no slow build-up, just desperate, aching need.

We barely have time to catch our breath before we’re on each other again. Our lips crash together in a fevered kiss, all heat and hunger, hands roaming with reckless urgency. Lilia’s fingers dig into my hips, pulling me closer, pulling me deeper, and I press into her, feeling every inch of her body against mine. There’s no space between us, no hesitation, only fire, only want.

She moans into my mouth, a needy, wrecked sound that sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel it everywhere, between my legs, in the pit of my stomach, coiling tighter, sharper.

I can’t wait anymore. Neither can she.

“Come here,” she breathes, her voice thick with want, and before I can respond, she’s already grinding up against me, slick and warm and so fucking ready.

I gasp against her lips, my forehead pressing against hers, my breath ragged as her hand slips between my legs, fingers teasing, searching, finding.

I do the same.

My hand slides down between her thighs, mirroring her movements, my fingers slipping inside her just as hers push into me, a perfect, simultaneous rhythm.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut for a second as the sensation crashes over me. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

Lilia whimpers, her breath hot and uneven, her nails pressing into my shoulder as we fall into sync, matching every thrust, every movement, every shaky moan.

The feeling of her, the way she grips me, the way she clenches around my fingers, the way she moves with me, for me, it’s overwhelming, intoxicating. Perfect.

Lilia is moaning my name, her forehead still pressed to mine, her lips parting in breathless, broken sounds that make me ache, make me want to drive her over the edge with me.

Our fingers move faster, harder, and I can feel it, that unbearable, coiling heat in my stomach, the sharp pull of release creeping closer.

“You feel so good,” I pant against her mouth, swallowing her moans, drinking her in, drowning in her.

Lilia’s body tenses beneath me, her breath stuttering as her fingers curl just right, just deep enough inside me, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through my entire body.

“Oh, fuck—”

We fall apart together.

I shatter with her, my body locking up as a strangled moan rips from my throat, pleasure crashing over me in waves, pulling me under. Lilia gasps, her entire body trembling, her legs tightening around me, her fingers still inside me, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, just as I do the same to her.

For a long moment, we just hold each other, shaking, our bodies completely spent, fingers still tangled between each other’s thighs.

I can barely think. I can barely breathe.

But I can feel her. The rapid rise and fall of her chest, the slick heat of her skin against mine, the soft hum of satisfaction in her throat.

After a moment, Lilia chuckles breathlessly, a slow, wrecked sound, her fingers lazily brushing up my spine.

“I think… you might actually kill me.”

I laugh, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her lips, savoring the way she melts into me, the way she tastes like pure bliss.

“Worth it?” I murmur against her mouth.

She smirks, hands trailing down my back, over my still-sensitive skin, sending a fresh shiver through me.

“Oh, absolutely.”

We stay like that, tangled in each other, slick and flushed and ruined, but completely, undeniably satisfied.

After the intensity of it all, after the heat, the moans, and the desperate grasping for each other, exhaustion finally catches up to us.

Lilia sighs beneath me, her body still warm and trembling, and I nuzzle into her neck, pressing soft kisses there, letting the aftershocks settle between us like a lullaby. Her hands are still roaming, slower now, lazier, tracing up and down my spine as if she can’t bear to stop touching me.

“Stay,” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost uncertain, like she’s afraid I might say no.

I smile against her skin, shifting so I can look at her, brushing a stray curl from her damp forehead. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

Her lips twitch into a tired, satisfied smile, and she closes her eyes as I pull the sheets up over us. I tuck myself into her side, my head resting against her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

Lilia sighs again, a little softer this time, her fingers threading through my hair in slow, soothing strokes. “I should kick you out, you know.”

I smirk sleepily, pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “You won’t.”

She hums, and I feel her lips press against the top of my head. “No... I won’t.”

The room is quiet now, the air still heavy with the scent of us, but everything feels... peaceful. My limbs feel heavy, my mind hazy, and Lilia’s warmth is the most comforting thing I’ve ever known.

Just before sleep takes me, I hear her murmur softly, barely above a whisper. “You’re trouble, baby.”

I smile, pressing myself closer to her. “You love it.”

Lilia chuckles quietly, and then we drift off together, tangled up in each other, wrapped in warmth and something that feels an awful lot like home.

The morning comes too soon, the soft glow of dawn creeping through the curtains, painting the room in muted shades of gold and grey. I stir against Lilia’s body, still tangled up in her, my head resting on her chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of her breathing.

For a moment, I just stay there, letting myself savour it, the warmth, the quiet, the way her fingers twitch lightly against my back even in sleep. It feels… right. And for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel the need to question it.

Then Lilia shifts beneath me, a sleepy hum escaping her lips as she slowly wakes, her arms tightening around me, her nails ghosting over my skin.

“Mm,” she murmurs, voice thick with sleep. “You’re still here.”

I smile against her skin, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder. “Told you I wasn’t leaving.”

She sighs, her fingers idly tracing patterns across my bare back. “I could get used to this.”

Something flutters in my chest, but I play it cool, tilting my head to look up at her. “Oh yeah?”

Her lips curve, but there’s something different in her expression, something softer, something serious. “Yeah,” she whispers, her dark eyes searching mine. “I think I already have.”

My heart stutters, and I swallow hard, feeling the weight of the moment settle over us. I prop myself up on my elbow, brushing my fingers over her cheek. "Lilia…”

She looks at me, and there’s no teasing in her gaze, no mischief, just raw, unfiltered honesty. “I love you,” she says quietly, like she’s letting herself admit it for the first time. “I think I’ve been falling for you since the moment you walked into my shop.”

I blink, my chest tightening in the best possible way. “You… you mean that?”

She smiles, and it’s so genuine it almost knocks the breath out of me. “Yeah, baby. I mean it.”

I don’t even hesitate. I lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s slow, deep, and full of everything I feel, everything I’ve wanted to say for so long. When I finally pull back, I press my forehead against hers, letting out a shaky laugh.

“I love you too,” I whisper, my fingers tangling in her curls. “I think I’ve been a goner for you since the second you answered that damn landline.”

Lilia lets out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking her head. “And you call me old-fashioned.”

I grin, but the moment’s too perfect not to take the opportunity to tease her. “Speaking of phones,” I murmur, trailing my fingers lazily over her ribs, feeling the way her breath hitches under my touch. “Should we talk about the calls?”

Her brows furrow slightly, still lost in post-confession bliss. “The calls?”

I raise a brow. “You know…” My fingers brush up to her collarbone, tracing deliberately. “The times you called me. Late at night.”

I feel her whole body go tense. Her eyes flick to mine, something cautious flashing across them. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh,” I croon, grinning now, letting my hand splay out against her stomach. “There were two. One of them I’m sure was an accident.” I tilt my head, watching as her face suddenly flushes deep red. “I didn’t even know it was possible to accidentally call someone while,well, you know, but you managed it.”

Lilia groans, covering her face with both hands. “Oh my God.”

“I nearly died when I picked up and all I could hear was—” I trail off dramatically, watching as she wrestles with visible regret. “Well. You know.”

She lets out a choked noise, peeking out from between her fingers. “You’re lying.”

I smirk. “I am absolutely not lying.”

Her hands drop to her face, completely mortified, and I laugh, nuzzling against her cheek. “It’s okay. You were just really, really enjoying yourself.”

“Stop.” She presses a weak hand against my chest, her ears burning now. “I—oh my God. I must’ve been, I don’t even—” She groans again, eyes squeezing shut. “How did I not realise?!”

I bite my lip, relishing every second of this. “Well, to be fair, you hung up real fast.” I pause, then grin wider. “But the second time… that was all you, wasn’t it?”

Lilia lets out a suffering sigh, dropping her head back against the pillow. “You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

She groans into her hands again, her whole body curling slightly like she’s physically trying to escape the conversation. 

“It was right after I left those damn panties behind. Mhm.” I press a slow, deliberate kiss just below her jaw, feeling the way she shivers, the way her fingers twitch against my back. “You’d barely made it a day.”

She glares at me, her lips pressing together like she’s trying not to let the fluster win. “You weren’t supposed to know about either of those.”

I grin against her skin, nudging my nose along her cheek, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Oh, but I do,” I murmur. “And you know what that tells me?”

She shakes her head quickly, her hands moving to cover my mouth. “Nope. Nope. We are not doing this.”

I laugh against her palms, nipping playfully before pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, the teasing fading into something softer, deeper. “It tells me you’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Lilia blinks at me, and I watch as the humour fades from her expression, replaced by something more vulnerable. “Yeah,” she admits quietly. “I have.”

She looks at me then, really looks at me, and I feel it, the weight of this, the depth of what we are, what we’ve always been moving toward.

I cup her face in my hands, brushing my thumbs over her cheekbones, taking in the bare, open way she’s looking at me. “So, no more waiting,” I murmur, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. “No more second guessing.”

Lilia nods, her fingers curling into my wrist, holding me there like she’s afraid to let go. “No more waiting,” she echoes.

A breath passes between us, and I let my forehead rest against hers.

“So what now?” I ask, voice soft, teasing.

Lilia smirks, her hands sliding down to my waist, pulling me closer. “Now,” she murmurs, kissing me slow and deep, “you take me out on another date.”

I laugh against her lips, feeling so full, so light. “Deal.”

And just like that, everything falls into place.

Epilogue

A few weeks later, I find myself in the shop again, flipping through one of Lilia’s old tarot books while she works on sorting the stock in the backroom. The bell above the door jingles as a customer walks in, and Lilia, without looking up, says, “Be with you in a moment.”

Then, quieter, just to me, she sighs, 'If I have to explain the difference between tarot and oracle cards one more time…'

I smirk, leaning on the counter. “You always say that, but we both know you’re going to talk their ear off for an hour.”

Lilia glances over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at me in that fond, exasperated way that I’ve come to adore. “If you’re going to distract me, at least be useful.”

“I am useful,” I argue, holding up a tarot card. “Did you know this deck says I’m your soulmate?”

Lilia lets out a soft laugh, turning back to her work. “You’ve been saying that since the day you got hired.”

I shrug, setting the card down with a grin. “Yeah, but now it’s true.”

She hums thoughtfully, walking over to where I’m standing and slipping her arms around my waist. “I suppose you’re right,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “You did manage to break me down.”

I laugh, turning to face her and cupping her face gently. “You were never broken, Lilia. Just... a little stubborn.”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, instead pulling me in for a soft, lingering kiss. The kind that still leaves me breathless no matter how many times she does it.

The bell jingles again, and I reluctantly pull away, smoothing down my shirt. “Customers.” I roll my eyes.

Lilia watches me for a beat longer before stepping back with a smirk. “I’m suddenly not so interested in selling readings.”

I wag a finger at her, laughing. “Nope, you are not letting me be a distraction.”

She sighs dramatically. “Fine. But you owe me later.”

I grin. “Oh, I fully intend to pay up.”

As I step aside, she moves to the front, effortlessly falling into her element as she greets the customer. I stand there, watching her, and I can’t help but think about how much has changed, how much we’ve changed. What started as a job, a chance encounter with an eccentric, slightly intimidating older woman, turned into something more. Something I never expected but wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

And honestly?

I think Lilia might love me even more than she loves her tarot cards.

...But I wouldn’t dare say that out loud.

Yet.

I lean against the counter, watching her talk, completely in her element, and smile to myself.

Yeah, I think. This is exactly where I’m meant to be.

Epilogue pt. 2 

A month later, the coven gathers at my place for what they’re calling a “post-victory celebration.” I argue that there was no war to begin with, but Agatha insists that seducing Lilia Calderu was a battle they all fought alongside me. Billy claims he deserves at least partial credit for all the sexting advice. Jen just rolls her eyes and tells everyone to stop giving themselves so much credit when clearly, I did all the work.

Lilia, of course, is perched comfortably in my chair, sipping a glass of wine with the air of someone who’s always been part of the group. It’s strange how seamlessly she’s fit into this chaotic, loud mess of people, but then again, she’s always had a knack for managing chaos, including me.

“Alright, alright,” Agatha says, clinking her wine glass dramatically. “We are gathered here today to formally acknowledge y/n’s success in seducing our favorite mysterious tarot witch.”

Lilia raises an eyebrow at me over the rim of her glass, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Mysterious?”

I groan, covering my face. “Agatha, can you not?”

“Nope.” She grins wickedly. “It’s important we recognise our hard work.”

Jen snorts. “y/n did all the work.”

Billy waves a hand dismissively. “Oh, please. If it weren’t for us, she’d still be pining and talking about Lilia’s hair like it’s the eighth wonder of the world.”

“I do not—” I start, but Lilia hums, interrupting me.

“y/n, baby,” she says, her voice sweet and infuriatingly amused. “You do talk about my hair a lot.”

I glare at her. “You’re not helping.”

She leans over, brushing her fingers through my hair in retaliation. “I don’t mind.”

Agatha groans. “Oh my God, you’re both disgusting. Anyway, let’s not forget how I orchestrated the final push.”

I raise an eyebrow. “The ‘final push’ being what, exactly?”

Alice smirks, sipping her drink. “The matchmaking event.”

“Oh, you mean the one I left?”

Agatha waves a hand. “Details. It worked in the end, didn’t it?”

I roll my eyes, and Lilia chuckles beside me. I feel her hand slide into mine under the table, and I squeeze it gently.

Billy grins. “So, how does it feel, y/n? Finally getting the woman of your dreams?”

I glance at Lilia, who’s watching me with soft eyes and a small, private smile meant just for me. My heart does that annoying little flutter it always does around her, and I grin. “Honestly? Feels pretty damn perfect.”

Agatha sighs dramatically. “God, you’re so whipped.”

I smirk. “And proud of it.”

Lilia squeezes my hand, her voice warm and teasing. “You should be.”

Jen clinks her glass with mine. “To y/n finally pulling her head out of her ass.”

Billy raises his. “To Lilia for finally caving.”

Agatha lifts hers the highest. “And to me, for being the mastermind behind it all.”

Alice groans. “Just drink.”

We all laugh, clinking glasses, and as I glance around the room at my friends—my family—and then at Lilia beside me, I can’t help but feel that same overwhelming sense of rightness.

This is it. This is home.

And for once, I don’t have to chase it. It’s already mine.