#I sure am uh. figuring it out. it is fun but then I'm the one with the dog in my arms
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b4kuch1n ยท 2 years ago
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dip pen ink comm second round for in order R. Burry, @sega-bass-kissing, and Solaris
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trianglegoddess ยท 5 months ago
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Feral McGeeโ„ข
It starts with the Joker.ย 
His goons picked up Tim Drake. Not specifically because it was Tim Drake, he just so happened to be in the Jokerโ€™s neighborhood, and we'll, he can't pass up that opportunity now can he?ย 
Except Tim Drake is watching, along with the rest of Gotham, at the Batcomputer. Heโ€™s nursing a broken foot and has been put on monitor duty until he's cleared for field work again.ย 
The guy looks enough like him, though. Black hair, blue eyes, and bags under his eyes for days. He's also got the same lean sort of build like he does.ย 
It happens like this.ย 
The Joker is doing his monologue thing where he explains whatever twisted game he's come up with this time. He takes up the majority of the screen, so nobody can see Not-Tim behind him, not until the big reveal. Then he covers the screen again, getting up close and personal, before stepping back. In those quick few seconds, Not-Tim is no longer sitting there tied to the chair.ย 
Someone off camera lets the Joker know, and he whirls around, confused as the rest of Gotham.ย 
And then Not-Tim comes in with the steel chair.ย 
Or, well, a crowbar, but the reference holds up.ย 
He takes out one of Jokerโ€™s knees before punching him in the face. The Joker drops like a bag of stones, out cold.ย 
Then he looks towards the camera.ย 
โ€œHey there. I'm not really sure where I am, but also if he was after Tim Drake, he got the wrong guy. I'm not him, I'm just some dude. Anyway, I'll just-yep-โ€ he carefully steps over the unconscious Joker, gives the camera a little wave, and then leaves.ย 
Batman and Nightwing enter shortly after, with the Joker and his goons out cold and tied up. The knots were complicated enough where, in the end, the police resorted to cutting the ties off of them so they could be properly cuffed and taken to Arkham.ย 
โ€œA constrictor knot,โ€ Batman tells Nightwing as they watch the villain be taken away. โ€œOften used by sailors to temporarily tie things together to keep something in a bag, or to hold something to glue it back together.โ€
โ€œHuh,โ€ Nightwing says, scratching the back of his head. โ€œGo figure.โ€
โ€”
The next time it happens, itโ€™s the Riddler.ย 
Heโ€™s laughing, giving his riddles to the Bats and recording himself to all of Gotham while his victim, one of the Wayne brats, hangs over a vat of something. From a distance, he looks like Tim Drake, or maybe a lankier Dick Grayson. And heโ€™s not the only victim, theyโ€™re all scattered across the city, but he thought an important figure such as a Wayne should be under the Riddlerโ€™s direct supervision while he enacts his schemes.ย 
While the Riddler cackles and plots and waves his cane around, in the background all of Gotham can see the figure escape. Several Gothamites recognize him as the kid from before, who clocked the Joker. They all watch with bated breath as he sort of wiggles his way out of the ropes holding him up. Once heโ€™s free, he climbs the rope and gets himself down safely.ย 
Gotham holds their breath as the kid casually walks up to the Riddler, whoโ€™s mid-rant. He politely taps him on the shoulder, and as the Riddler is turning around, the kid clocks him just as brutally as he had the Joker. Heโ€™s down with one punch.ย 
They think heโ€™s going to say another sort of awkward goodbye, but instead he pats the Riddler down until he finds a piece of paper tucked into the inside pocket of his jacket.ย 
โ€œRight,โ€ the kid says, looking at the list. Thereโ€™s a lot more static overlay now, and several wonder if itโ€™s damage to the cameras. โ€œUh, the Clocktower, the Docks, and-โ€ he squints at the page for a moment-โ€Mama Nacaroniโ€™s? What the fuck is that? Anyway, uh. See you later, I guess. Oh! And weโ€™re at the Gotham Arena. Have fun with him, I guess.โ€
The kid tosses the paper off to the side before the camera cuts to black.ย 
Just like last time, everyone is out cold and tied up. The Riddler himself is sporting a pretty bad shiner, but well deserved nonetheless.ย 
โ€œStop it,โ€ Red Hood tells him. Batman just looks at him, and though Hood canโ€™t see the top half of his face, he can tell that his eyebrow is raised. โ€œYou know exactly what I mean, B. Put the adoption papers away.โ€
โ€œHn.โ€
โ€”
After that, it sorta becomes a game. The rogues of Gotham are no longer after a Wayne, or after anybody who holds any kind of social status like usual. Theyโ€™re all going after this one kid, all determined to be the one to hold him. And each one is televised.ย 
Mr. Freeze freezes him in a block of ice, but due to the cameras glitching out, nobody can really see how he got free. They do, however, see the kid suplex Mr. Freeze. It should seem impossible, given his lanky figure, but he evidently has more muscle than heโ€™s originally let on.ย 
Two-Face gets a hold of him, using chains and some power-dampening cuffs just on the off-chance that heโ€™s a meta. They all watch as the kid leans down, pulls a bobby pin out of his hair, and picks the locks on his cuffs. One punch, and Two-Face is down.ย 
Gothamites are going wild for the kid. Theyโ€™ve dubbed him Feral McGeeโ„ข (an online poll, of course), because every time he goes in for the punch he gets this feral look in his eyes. Also, just the fact that he casually goes up to these rogues and takes them out with all the casualness of doing something incredibly mundane? Incredible. The Gothamites are eating it up. However, despite the video evidence, nobody has been able to properly identify the kid. They know he has black hair and bright eyes, but any time he gets near a camera, itโ€™s like thereโ€™s this weird, sort of warped quality the camera takes on. It doesnโ€™t usually calm down until the fight is done-as one sided as they usually are-before he awkwardly skedaddles away.ย ย 
He gets kidnapped by the Penguin, Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy (though that was more just a friendly chat than anything), Mad Hatter, and the Riddler again.ย 
And then the Joker escapes.ย 
Itโ€™s no surprise as to who heโ€™s going to go after.ย 
Due to one too many careless goons, they manage to find their way to the Jokerโ€™s hideout pretty quickly. This time, itโ€™s all Bats on deck, and they all hide away in the rafters as Feral McGeeโ„ข is hung over a vat of acid. His whole body is tied up, hardly a single inch of exposed skin to be seen except for the neck up.ย 
They watch the goons, they watch the Joker, and they watch Feral McGeeโ„ข.ย 
The Joker is monologuing, practically begging the bats to come find him before the timer runs out. When it does, the kid gets dumped into the vat of acid.ย 
Despite these stakes, the kid seems to be only mildly annoyed.ย 
โ€œFuck this, I have homework I still need to finish,โ€ they hear him say.ย 
They all watch, amazed and confused, as the kid starts gnawing through the ropes. Human teeth shouldnโ€™t be able to do that so easily, but one bit after the other, and soon enough the kidโ€™s got himself freed enough to just climb up the rest of the rope. When heโ€™s at the top of the crane holding him up, Batman lets down a rope and pulls the kid up and out of danger.ย 
โ€œOh, cool, youโ€™re all here,โ€ the kid says casually, as if meeting the entire Bat Clan is just a normal Tuesday. And then he pulls out a notepad and pen and hands it to Red Hood.ย 
โ€œCan I get an autograph? Youโ€™re dope as fuck, dude.โ€
Red Hood has to look away and hide his face in his arms for a few moments to not give away their location with his laughter before signing. And then, one by one, the others do as well. They pass along the kidโ€™s notebook with shit-eating grins and barely contained snickers despite the fact that the Joker is still right below them. Even Batman signs it, after his children donโ€™t stop hounding him about it.ย 
In their distraction, they didnโ€™t see the kid sneak away. Heโ€™s far away from them now, nearly right over the Joker. Danny waits, though, until the Joker has turned around as the timer almost runs out. They watch as he snickers at Jokerโ€™s flabbergasted look. The Joker comically looks back and forth and under objects the kid obviously isnโ€™t under. However, before he can do or say anything else, the kid drops from the rafters and right on top of the Joker. He crumples to the ground, unconscious. The kid, however, just brushes the dust off of himself. Despite the fall he took, there isnโ€™t a scratch on him.ย 
When the bats join him, they give his notepad back to him, barely able to contain their laughter at the absurdity of it all. The kid, too, joins in the camaraderie, laughing and joking along with them as Batman secures the Joker.ย 
โ€œOkay, okay, but I gotta ask, dude,โ€ Red Hood says at one point, looking at the kid. โ€œHow do you keep getting kidnapped?โ€
The kid just shrugs. โ€œI get distracted easily. And Iโ€™m sleep deprived, so you know. Social awareness is kind of at an all time low right now.โ€
โ€œWhy are you sleep deprived?โ€ Nightwing asks, barely hidden concern in his voice.ย 
ย โ€œFinals are kinda kicking my ass right now. Especially this dumb English homework I have. You guys wouldnโ€™t happen to know anything about that, would you?โ€
โ€œOh, lucky for you,โ€ Red Hood says, wrapping an arm around the kidโ€™s shoulders as he walks them out of the warehouse, โ€œI happen to know a lot about English. So, it is Shakespeare?โ€
โ€œYeah, Midsummer Nightโ€™s Dream.โ€
As they walk off, Batman calmly watches, though the rest of the bats can see his jaw twitching. Nightwing comes up behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder.ย 
โ€œIf you donโ€™t adopt him, I will.โ€
โ€œHn.โ€
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biscuitsandwires ยท 5 months ago
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In which Danny wakes up in a weird place.... again.
The thing about Danny, is that he often wakes up in really, really weird situations. Like way more than you'd think, way more than he'd even like, really. He doesn't get that much sleep, being y'know, half ghost, and with school work and having to fight "The Forces of Evil" half the time it gets kind of... tedious, balancing things like sleep and eating and even getting water in him.
It's not really a good thing, but he started carrying around a water bottle he can clip to his bag. It reminds him to at least drink something, when he doesn't have time to grab anything to eat.
But because of all that fun stuff, the not sleeping and not eating and things, he often finds himself taking... unplanned naps. Waking up on the floor, his bed, his desk, one time even in his locker, but that was before his growth spurt. He's a little too big for that now.
Of course, this might take the cake, in terms of weird places he's woken up. He's never been to Gotham, that he remembers, and he certainly has never been to the Wayne Manor. He'd remember that, he thinks, what with the grand architecture, the giant paintings of random people with pearl necklaces and suits... yeah he'd know if he'd been here before.
"Ah, you are awake."
He tries really, really hard not to react to the sudden, aged voice next to him. It sounds like a nice guy, mature and soft like a wool blanket. But he has no idea where he is, when it is, anything, so in one second he's still on the big bed (which it is a BIG bed) and the next he's... well.
Floating ten feet in the air with his fist raised.
To his credit, the older gentleman staring up at him merely blinks, then sighs. "Another enhanced fellow, I suppose. Of course you are."
It's enough to lower Danny's hackles, his confusion growing the amount of time it takes to slowly float back to the floor.
"Can I uh... Can I ask where I am?"
The older man gives him a look. "You, young man, are in the Wayne family home. I'll ask you not to touch anything until the young Master gets back."
That... didn't really clear anything up, if Danny was being real. So he tried again. "Can I ask, uh. Why I'm here, sir?"
Mama didn't raise a ruffian with no manners.
Another sigh, the older man looking like he wanted to go take a nap himself. "I am not fully sure, myself. Young Master Damian found you, I suppose, and brought you here. You have been unconscious for a day or so."
Well. That was concerning all on it's own. Who was Damian? Was he a Wayne? Why was Danny in Gotham at all, he didn't remember a field trip or anything involving Vlad.
He might have started panicking if there wasn't the sudden, entirely too enticing smell of pancakes suddenly under his nose.
"You're entirely too skinny, young man. It's breakfast time." The older gentleman said, holding a tray of wayyy too much food for one person in front of Danny, and really...
What was he gonna do? Deny the man?
He would have to figure out what the hell was going on, later. Right now he had a date with the nicest looking spread he'd ever seen.
"And young man, you may call me Alfred."
Danny grinned, gently taking the tray from him and setting it on a nearby table. "Danny. It's good to meet you."
"Hmm." Alfred mumbled. "I certainly hope so, Master Danny. I certainly hope so."
(pt 2 here)
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weaselmcdiesel ยท 7 months ago
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ok so it's not a comic hope thats ok with you but instead it's karkat n nepeta but designed by someone whos madly in love with them both
some more au explanations + transcript beneath the cut
they're maybe around 30-40 yo? This was mostly just an exercise to give both of them adult designs. uh. i'm only calling it an au because I made bs some explanations behind their designs while i was drawing them. so uh, in this universe, sburb never happens + things that happened because of sburb don't happen either, but the alternian society is relatively unchanged. i dont actually know.. what.. karkat does.. like i cant figure out why he wouldnt be culled but it doesnt really matter i just wanted to draw him looking cool! (i am. open to hear about speculation if you have any). also i figured that Kanaya would go to the brooding caverns after her lusus dies, bc the wiki said her lusus would die regardless of the game taking place n whatever, and probaly do something with the matriorb there idk. thats all tho! ill prolly draw them more and maybe develop more lore as i do ^^;
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Transcript!
i donโ€™t know what their dynamic is in the canon of this auโ€ฆ but that wonโ€™t stop me from making them kiss :]
The Vigilant adult karkat on alternia
new highly developed shoosing skill
honestly has a calmer demeanor because heโ€™s learned whatโ€™s worth exploding aboutโ€ฆ though he probably developped a crazy resting bitch face
pleased (arrow to karkat with a neutral face)
The sash doubles as a sling for when he visits Kanaya in the brooding caverns. Heโ€™s also very tranquil around grubs because they donโ€™t cause unmanageable problems. Heโ€™ll get mad if someone else bothers one
(yes iโ€™m obsessed with dilfkat thatโ€™s why i drew this)
The Predator adult nepeta on alternia
Taller than karkat <3
still a silly goober, but better at getting what she wants
she probably got her title from a history of single-handedly slaying fearsome lusii. she likely takes assassination type of jobs because of her stealth. one of the more easy-going trolls from the group
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also! fun fact. i was having trouble designing kk's outfit so i looked in an old antiques catalog book from the internet archive to get inspiration from objects that had the same colors as those that i wanted to use in his design? not sure why i did that. just had a hunch that it would be fun. so this is the object i found that strangely enough inspired kk's fit
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haha.. and i also found one for nepeta, though it was easier to design her fit and i didnt actually need a reference object
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the book was "Antique Trader antiques & collectibles 2009 price guide"
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lee-laurent ยท 2 months ago
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T'es ben chix - Luke Hughes
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Summary: Amรฉlie decides Luke Hughes is the cutest boy she's ever seen, but she doesn't know how to tell him.
wc: 7k
content: fluff, a little bit of angst, kissing, panic attacks, anxiety, quick make out session, a couple dirty jokes, long distance relationship (let me know if missed anything!)
notes: don't let the title fool you, this fic is still in english!! i realized the other day while doing schoolwork that i don't have a fic that discusses being french-canadian. so... here we are! this fic was super fun for me to write and i incorporated experiences and challenges i have faced over the last few years. a lot of the mistakes that amรฉlie makes are mistakes that i have made or that other french speakers make when speaking english bc sometimes we try to directly translate things and it just does not work lol i reallly hope you guys enjoy!!! and to any other francophones out there: let's be friends!!
just finished writing and it's about 5k words more than i was planning
Amรฉlie honestly wasn't the biggest fan of going out back home, so going out in a place where she could barely speak the language was even worse. But a few of the girls she'd befriended had convinced her it was a good way to get to know more people and to let loose. She sat with the three other girls at a small table, her fingers drumming against the glass of her cocktail.
"Yeah, what did you think of that guy that presented today, Am?"
"Hm? He did... good."
"No, silly. Did you think he was cute?"
"Oh, um, he's... how do you say... not my type?"
"Not your type? Then what is your type, Am?"
"Probably that guy she's been making googly eyes at all night," one of the others teased.
"Who? The tall, curly haired guy in the corner?"
Amรฉlie blushed, sipping at the alcohol for courage.
"Ooo, she's totally into him!"
"You should go talk to him, Am!"
"No... I tell you... no American boys," she waved them off.
"Well, that's too bad. Cause it looks like he's comin' over here. We'll be at the bar if you need us."
"Guys..."
But it was too late, the other girls were already up and headed towards the bar.
"Calisse," she mumbled, trying to ignore the tall figure approaching her table.
"Mind if I sit?" he asked. She looked up at him, her lips pursed. He had the same curly hair and boyish smile that her friends had been teasing her about. She really hadn't planned on talking to anyone tonight, let alone any boys. The girls knew her rule: no falling for any boys while she was in America.
"Uh... sure," she replied, gesturing to the empty chairs across from her.
He smiled, sitting down casually, rubbing his palms on his pants. "I'm Luke. I, uh, I thought I'd come introduce myslef since we, uh, made eye contact so many times."
Amรฉlie bit her lip, nodding as he spoke. She barely knew enough English to follow what her friends were saying, and now she had to talk to some random guy at this bar she didn't even want to be at. "I, uh, I am Amรฉlie."
"Amรฉlie? That's a really pretty name. Did I, uh, did I say it right? Amรฉlie?"
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes flickering down to her drink. "Yeah... that is right. Thank you." Her fingers tightened around the glass, trying to think of something to say next, but everything just came in French.
Luke could sense her hesitation, suddenly becoming way more nervous about coming over. Maybe it had been stupid. Maybe he was making her feel uncomfortable. "I just thought... I don't know. You seemed nice. Do you, uh, want to talk, or...?"
She met his gaze, taking a deep breath. He was trying and he seemed nice, like he really wanted to talk to her. "I... my English, it is not very good," her accent thickening as she spoke. "It is... hard for me."
Luke nodded, leaning forward slightly. He had teammates that didn't speak English as their first language, so he kind of knew what to expect. "That's fine. I'm sure it's better than my French. That is your first language, right? French? Sorry, I just assumed cause your name-"
"Yes, French," she cut him off, giggling at his rambling.
"I can barely say anything in French, so you've already got me beat."
His attempt to make her feel better worked... a little. "It is easier... to write. But speaking... more pressure, I forget the words lots."
"I get that. But we can just... talk slowly."
She sipped at her drink, waiting for him to continue.
"So, what brings you to Jersey? Not a lot of French people here."
"Exchange... at Rutgers. I am from Quรฉbec. Saguenay. But I come here... and I work on my English."
"That's super cool. It's awesome that you're pushing yourself to get better. I, uh, I went to Umich for a bit, but-"
"Umich?"
"Oh, right. University of Michigan. I lived in Michigan before I lived here."
"You move here because..."
"For hockey. I play hockey."
"Oh... that's cool. I like Les Canadiens. You play in the LNH?"
"The NHL? Yeah, I do. You like hockey?"
"Everyone in Quรฉbec likes hockey. Very popular."
"But you didn't know who I was," Luke teased.
"Only like Les Canadiens, sorry," she shrugged.
"Well, that's fair, I guess. The Habs are pretty big in Quรฉbec, huh?"
"Yes! My family... all big fan." She felt comfortable talking about her family, talking about home, the things she liked. Her dad watched every Habs game on TV and sometimes he'd even drive down to Montrรฉal for a weekend to see them play.
"My family loves hockey too. Everyone plays. My mom, my dad, me, and both my brothers. It's like in our blood... or something."
"They play for... the same team?"
"One of them does. Jack, he plays with me. My other brother, Quinn, he plays in Vancouver," Luke tried to keep it casual, not wanting it to seem like he was bragging.
"Ah! The Canucks!"
"See, you know a bit about other teams," he teased.
"Shhh," she giggled. "Your family... they seem very... what's the word... talented."
"Guess you could say that."
She took another sip of her drink, her mind buzzing with questions to ask, but none of them coming to her in English. She wanted to ask more about his brothers, about how he started playing hockey, but her mouth just couldn't keep up with her brain. She also didn't want to come off as rude or obsessed with him because of his title, so she just nodded.
"You don't have to worry, you know. I'm not judging you," Luke comforted. "So, what do you do when you're learning English or watching the Habs? You got any other hobbies?"
"I like to... read. And bake... when I have time."
"Reading and baking," Luke mused. "What do you bake?"
"Everything," she giggled. "Tarte au sucre is my preferred. My mom... she always bakes with me."
"Tarte au sucre? What's that? Sugar pie?" Luke's eyes lit up. "You'll have to make me that one day. I've never had it."
"Maybe. You will have to see."
"Challenge accepted."
Amรฉlie went to respond, but her phone buzzing stopped her. It was her friends calling, probably ready to head on to another bar. She didn't want her conversation with Luke to end, but she knew she couldn't stay there all night.
"I have to go. My friends... waiting," she sighed.
Luke's face fell a little but he nodded. "Yeah, I get it. But I, uh, this was fun."
"Me too."
There was silence for a little, neither of them wanting to be the first to say goodbye. "You should give me... your phone number. So you can try my tarte au sucre."
"Sounds like a plan," Luke said, handing his phone over for her. She typed in her name and phone number, adding a '<3' next to Amรฉlie.
"Text me," she giggled, waving goodbye as she joined the other girls at the bar. Luke watched as the four of them started talking amongst themselves quickly, giggling as Amรฉlie told them about her conversation with the hockey player.
He finally stood up, making his way back over to the table where his teammates were sat. Curtis raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk plastered on his face.
"Well, how'd it go, Romeo?" He leaned forward, failing to conceal his grin.
Luke rolled his eyes, "Good, actually. Really good."
Nico raised his pint, "Told you. You just had to go for it."
"So... what's next?" Curtis nudged him. "You ask for her number?"
Luke nodded, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, we'll probably meet up again."
"Probably?"
"Okay, fine. Yeah, we'll see each other again. I'm going to try her sugar pie she was talking about."
"Sugar pie? Is that what we're calling it nowadays?" Nico teased, causing the whole table to erupt in laughter.
Luke shook his head, letting the teasing slide. His mind was too focused on the girl with a French accent and promises of baking him pie. He had to see her again.
~~
Luke found texting Amรฉlie way easier than he'd imagined. She wasn't lying when she said her writing was better than her speaking. Her texts barely ever had mistakes, in fact sometimes they were worded better than his.
They texted back and forth constantly, which earned Luke some teasing from his colleagues. In writing, Amรฉlie was much more confident, returning his flirting with practiced ease. Her personality really shone through in a way it hadn't at the bar. She'd occasionally crack jokes, usually about how he didn't know any French and that she'd have to teach him. Their conversations flowed, talking about their days, sharing stories, discussing the schoolwork that Amรฉlie had, and sometimes sharing pictures of their meals. Although Jack did most of Luke's cooking, he'd never admit that to the girl.
You have to come and try my tarte au sucre soon! Only if you're brave enough though ;)
Luke grinned at his phone, his fingers furiously typing back a reply.
Oh, I'm brave enough. Just let me know when, and I'll be there.
I will. Maybe next week? I need to make sure it's perfect first.
Deal.
~~
Amรฉlie paced her apartment, making sure that everything was in order before Luke came over. She was even more nervous than she had been in the bar. She really wanted things to go well. They had decided to label the event as their first date, and although a bit informal, she was still shitting herself.
The pie was sitting on her kitchen island, untouched. She didn't want to eat any of it until Luke was there to eat it with her. She was worried he'd get in trouble because it wasn't part of his meal plan for work, but he had reassured it multiple times that it wasn't a big deal if he had a little pie.
Just as she was about to rearrange her throw pillows for the third time, there was a knock at her door. She froze mid-step, wiping her hands on her jeans as she made her way to the door.
It was just a pie. And it was just Luke. Nothing to be too worried about.
She hesitated for a moment before she pulled the door open, tilting her head back to look up at Luke. He was standing there in a Devils hoodie and some track pants, a baseball cap covering his curls. He looked relaxed, his hands tucked in the pocket of his hoodie. Amรฉlie hated how nonchalant he looked in comparison to her.
"Hey," he greeted. "I brough my appetite, as promised."
"Good. I hope you are ready," she joked, stepping out of the way to let him in. He pulled off his shoes, taking in her cozy apartment. He laughed when his eyes landed on the big Quรฉbec flag hung behind her couch.
"I'm sure it'll be amazing. I'm looking forward to it, don't worry."
She nodded, though her nerves didn't disappear. She led him into the kitchen where the pie sat waiting. The smell of it filled the small space, warm and sweet.
"Wow, looks good, Am. Guess you weren't kidding about being a good baker."
"It's like you with hockey. My talent," she giggled, blushing as their eyes met.
"I don't know. Your baking skills may be miles ahead of my hockey skills."
"Don't lie. Let's see if it tastes as good as the smell," she grabbed a knife, finally cutting the pie into pieces. She placed a generous slice in front of Luke, taking in how comfortable he looked in the situation. She really admired how easygoing he was compared to her. It was their first date, but his demeanor made it seem like they'd been seeing each other for months. Meanwhile, her heart hadn't stopped racing since she opened the door minutes before.
Luke picked up his fork, flashing her a grin before taking his first bite. His eyes widened and he let out a pleased hum, "Holy shit, this is so good."
"You like it?"
"Are you kidding? This is like the best dessert I've ever had... don't tell my mom I said that. But really, Amรฉlie, you've ruined all other pies for me. Can I take some home to show Jack?"
"Of course! I'm glad you like it. Is my mom's recipe."
"You should probably teach me how to make this, so I don't have to beg you every time I want some."
"I wouldn't mind," she giggled, taking a bite of her own slice. The taste reminded her of home and she suddenly felt a lot less nervous about messing up her English in front of Luke. They continued to eat their pie as they talked, shifting the conversation to more personal topics, wanting to know everything about each other.
Luke told stories about growing up with his brothers, sharing embarrassing moments from their childhoods and the occasional hockey-related mishap. Amรฉlie found herself laughing more than she had since she'd arrived in America, her body filling with warmth.
"And that's how Jack ended up chipping his tooth. Our mom was furious, but Quinn and I thought it was hilarious," Luke explained, shaking his head at the memory.
She laughed, her shoulders shaking. "You and your brother... troublemakers," she teased, resting her chin on her hand as she listened to him talk. God, she could listen to Luke talk for hours. His accent was the cutest thing she'd ever heard and his smile curved up more on one side than the other, almost like a smirk. He was so perfect.
"Yeah, we were. Still are, I guess. But what about you? You got any fun stories about your family?"
"One time my dad, he take us to Montrรฉal for a Habs game. And my older brother he had... he liked one girl he saw. But she was anglophone, no French. He goes up to her and he tries to talk English. But it was soooo bad. Even worse than me. He only knew maybe like three word. I think he said like 'Hey, you pretty, drink?' and she looked at him like he was... insane! He... he panicked and ran away. We bullied him for years after. Our dad, he will still talk about it at dinner sometime."
"That's brutal," Luke laughed. "Glad our first conversation didn't go like that."
"I am just better than him."
Luke shook his head, flashing his lopsided smile that made Amรฉlie swoon. "Clearly. You've got the charm, no doubt about it."
"Maybe a little. But still I get nervous. When you arrive, I think maybe that I would die."
"You hid it well. I didn't even notice. I was the nervous one."
"You? Nervous?" she raised an eyebrow, placing her fork between her lips .
"Yeah, you were... well you are, like the prettiest girl I've ever met," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Didn't want to mess it up."
"Is that a joke? You did not... mess up. I like talking with you."
"I like talking with you too, Amรฉlie"
~~
It was their fourth date and they were back at Amรฉlie's apartment. Luke was sprawled out on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he playfully scrolled through one of Amรฉlie's French-to-English learning apps.
"Come on, give me a word," Luke teased, turning to look at the girl sitting beside him with her legs tucked under her.
"Alright. Alright. Um... try... 'papillon.'"
Luke squinted, trying his hardest to translate it. "Papillon," he reapted slowly. "Uh... sounds like pasta, maybe? Wait, no, wait... um, balloon?"
She let a burst of laughter, learning back against the arm of the couch. "Non! It's butterfly!"
He groaned dramatically, throwing his head back in mock anguish. "Butterfly?! That doesn't even sound like butterfly! What?!"
"You are needing more practice," she giggled, comfortly placing a hand on his thigh.
Luke's eyes widened at her touch, but he couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, clearly I need a lot more practice. You might have to become my full-time tutor."
Amรฉlie smiled, her fingers lingering on his thigh, sending a warmth through both of them. They'd been spending more and more time together, and things were less awkward, but still full of nervousness. The banter between them was easy, but there was an ever-growing tension gnawing at them both.
Luke reached for a throw pillow next to him, lightly tossing it at her. "Give me another one. I swear I'll get it this time."
She swatted the pillow away, but her focus had moved on from French. The space between them had slowly been shrinking and she had just noticed how close they were. She tilted her head, her eyes flickering up to meet Luke's. "I think... maybe you are better at other things than French."
Luke's grin faltered, his breath catching in his throat at her new tone. He glanced down at her hand still resting on his thigh, then back at her face, then back to her hand again. "Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like... this."
Before he could question what she meant, she leaned in, her lips brushing his, testing the waters. The kiss was soft, hesitant, but the second their lips connected, everything they'd been holding back snapped into place.
Luke's hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened quickly, no longer hesitant, but instead filled with the feelings they'd been dancing around for weeks. Amรฉlie sighed against his mouth, her hands sliding up to his chest, gripping his shirt in his fists. Luke groaned softly, the sound muffled by her lips.
Their kisses turned hungrier, more urgent, as the tension in the room built. Luke shifted, gently pushing Amรฉlie back against the couch as he leaned over her, his body pressing against hers as their kisses grew sloppier. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and Luke's hands slid up to cradle her face, his thumb brushing her cheek as the kiss deepened.
Neither of them wanted to pull away, not wanting to be the first to end the kiss. Luke realized he couldn't hold his breath any longer. He gasped for air before kissing her again, harder this time, his lips moving with more urgency than before. Amรฉlie let out a soft, breathless moan in reponse.
They pulled away again, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath. Luke brushed a strand of her hair, that had gotten stuck between them, out of her face. His eyes were still half-closed as he whispered, "I've wanted to kiss you for so long."
Amรฉlie smiled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to fill her lungs with air. She looked up at him, her lips still tingling. "Me too. I... I did not expect it to feel... like that."
"Good or bad?"
"Good," she whispered, her fingers tracing the back of his neck before pulling him in again, her lips finding his once more. There was no hesitation this time, just unfiltered desire as they gave in to the kiss.
~~
"Where you goin'?" Jack asked, pausing his video game as he heard Luke head for the door. He turned around, noticing his brother wearing his Michigan backpack. "And why do you have a backpack?"
"Amรฉlie's place. I'm spending the night."
"Damn, Lukey boy's finally getting laid."
"Shut up, Jack... there's no confirmation that that's what happening. She just asked if I wanted to sleep over."
Jack smirked, leaning back on the couch with a knowing look. "Uh-huh, sure. You don't pack a bag just to sleep over, bro."
Luke rolled his eyes, adjusting the straps of his bag. "It's not like that. We're just hanging out, maybe watching a movie or something."
Jack snorted. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, lover boy. But just in case, be safe."
"It's not like that," Luke groaned, grabbing his keys off the counter, trying to escape Jack's teasing.
"I'm just saying! Good luck, bud!"
Luke mumbled to himself as he stepped into the hallway, heading for the elevator to the parking garage. His heart was racing more than usual, not just because of Jack's teasing but because tonight did feel different. Spending a night together was a big step in their relationship, especially since they weren't officially official yet.
They hadn't even discussed labels yet, and although they were very close, there was an unspoken worry of figuring out where things were heading. Luke really, really liked her, but he didn't want to rush anything. If Amรฉlie wanted to take things slow, then he would take things slow.
He sat in his car, getting ready to leave when his phone buzzed.
Just picked out a movie. Hope you like rom-coms ;)
Only if we watch it in French so I can practice
Deal.
When he pulled up to her building, he practically leaped out of the car, taking his backpack with him. He knocked on her door, his heart in his throat.
Just go with the flow. No pressure
Amรฉlie giggled when she opened the front door, dressed in one of Luke's Devils hoodies and a pair of shorts he couldn't see from under the large sweatshirt.
"Hey. You look cute," he leaned down to kiss her.
"Hey! Missed you."
"It's only been three days," he laughed, allowing her to wrap her arms around his waist, propping her chin on his chest. "You ready for my horrible French?"
"Ready for anything," she giggled as he ran a hand through her hair.
They stood in the doorway for a few moments more, before she grasped his hand and pulled him into the living room. They settled on the couch, a blanket thrown over their entwined legs.
"Am, I've been thinking..." his thumb brushing lightly against her thigh. "I don't want to overthink it anymore than I already have, but... we've been spending lots of time together. And I really like you."
"I like you too, Luke. A lot."
"Good. Because... I want this to be official. I mean, us. I want us to be official. I don't wanna be just 'hanging out' or 'seeing where things go' anymore. I want you to be my girlfriend." His voice softened at the end, his heart out on a silver platter just for her.
"You really want that?" she gushed.
Luke nodded, "Yeah. I want you. I want... us."
"I want that too," she smiled, shuffling impossibly closer to him, pecking his lips.
Luke pulled her back in for a deeper kiss, relief flooding his body. When they pulled apart, Amรฉlie rested her forehead against his, her fingers gripping the front of his hoodie.
"So, it is official?" she whispered.
"Officially official. You're my girlfriend now."
She kissed him again, laughing into his mouth. "Well... now that we have... figured that out. You have French to practice... boyfriend."
"Let's get started then, girlfriend."
~~
"So... when do I get to meet her?" Jack grinned, knocking Luke's shoulder.
"Oh, um, I can ask her."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You can ask her?" he teased. "What, you haven't mentioned me?"
Luke sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I have, Jack. I just... didn't think you'd be so excited."
"Dude, of course I'm excited! My little brother has a girlfriend now! And you know I've gotta approve, see if she's good for you. Duh."
"She's not a test subject, Jack. I'm not bringing her so you can interrogate her."
Jack snickered, loving how flustered his brother was getting. "Relax, I'll be nice. In fact, bring her out with us and the guys this weekend. Some of the other girlfriends will be there."
"I can ask her. Just... don't be weird about it. She get's nervous."
"Me? Weird about it? Never. I'm charming."
"That's what I'm worried about."
"Come on, it'll be fun. She'll get to meet everyone, and you know the guys will love her. Plus, if she can survive a night out with us, she's a keeper."
"Look, I'll ask. But I know she's been busy with schoolwork. I'll ask her tonight. But seriously, Jack, don't freak her out. Please."
"Scout's honour, man. I'll be on my best behaviour."
"You're not a-- never mind. I'll let you know what she says."
~~
Luke laid next to Amรฉlie in her bed, his arm draped over her waist. She was scrolling through TikTok, laughing at French words he didn't know yet. He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, peeking at the screen where some girl was speaking rapid French while doing her make up.
"Hey, Am."
"Hmm?"
"So... Jack and some of the guys are going out this weekend, and a few of the girlfriends will be there too," he paused, thinking over his next words. "Jack was, uh, wondering when he could meet you. He kind of suggested you come along."
She blinked, "Meet... all of your friends? This weekend?"
"No pressure! If you're too busy with school, I totally get it. I just thought it might be fun. Only if you want to, of course," Luke quickly added.
She bit her lip, thinking it over, and Luke could tell she was weighing her options. "I'm nervous. I would... like to meet Jack. To be... part of your world."
He pulled her body closer to his, pressing more kisses to her shoulder. "You're already part of my world, Am. And trust me, Jack's been bugging me about meeting you since our first date. He's... well, he's Jack. But he means well."
"Okay. I will come. But if Jack, he makes me feel awkward, you owe me a very good dinner."
Luke laughed, "Deal. And don't worry, I'll be there the whole time. Plus, survivng Jack means you can survive anything."
~~
"C'est trรจs cute, non?" Amรฉlie asked, showing her outfit off to Luke.
"You look like a millon bucks, baby," he replied, leaning down to kiss her.
"What?"
"It's... it's a saying."
She tilted her head slightly, repeating the words back to herself. "A million... bucks."
Luke thought her accent made it all the more adorable. "It means you look beautiful. Like super, super beautiful."
"English says, they are so strange. First you tell me it rains cats and dogs... now I look like I am money. You explain me all of these sometimes, yes?"
"Of course, baby. But I mean it, you looks amazing."
"Thanks, Lu. We should go?"
"If we have to," Luke pouted, leaning down to give her another kiss.
~~
Amรฉlie gripped the straps of her purse so tightly that her knuckles were white. She had never felt so nervous in her life, not even on their first date. She had so many people to impress tonight and probably less than half the words they had in their vocabularies.
Luke was quick to notice her anxiety. She usually walked with so much confidence, but her posture was slumped and her lip was held between her teeth. "Hey, you okay?"
She nodded, but her choked voice betrayed her. "I... I don't know if I can do this."
"You'll be fine, Am," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Jack's going to love you, I can promise you that. And it's just a few of the guys--nothing big. And hey, some of them aren't even native English speakers themselves."
Her eyes were still full of uncertainty, her fingers busying themselves by picking at the skin around her nails. "But maybe I will say something wrong. Or they ask me things, and I do not understand them? Or they will all laugh at me."
"You've been doing so well with your English, love. And if you're ever feeling stuck, just squeeze my hand and I'll come to your rescue."
The bar was pretty empty for the most part, just a few tables of friends talking and sharing drinks. In the back corner, Jack was sitting with a few of the other guys and their better halves.
"There they are!" Jack cheered as soon as he saw them approaching, standing up to greet his brother as if he hadn't seen him in weeks. His tone was loud and confident, and Amรฉlie could feel every set of eyes at the table move towards her and Luke.
Luke gave his brother a quick bro-hug before turning to his girlfriend. "Jack, this is Amรฉlie. Am, this is my brother, Jack."
Amรฉlie felt like all the moisture in her mouth had disappeared, her hand gripping Luke's with a vice-like strength. She opened her mouth to speak, but all her words got stuck. "I, uh, I... hi."
"Nice to meet you, Amรฉlie," Jack said. "Luke's told me loads about you."
She gave him a tight lipped smile, her mind scrambling to find a response, but nothing came. She felt like the weight of everyone's expectations were holding her down. She wanted to wow everyone with perfect English, but all she could do was stand there, frozen.
"She, uh, she's a little nervous," Luke interjected. "Amรฉlie's from Quรฉbec, she's here in Jersey to learn English. But her French is like the most impressive shit ever."
"No worries. We're just happy you're here," Nico spoke up.
Amรฉlie forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. She sat down beside Luke, her hand still gripping his with immense force. The conversation around the table picked back up, but she remained quiet.
The guys were easygoing, laughing and joking with each other, and the other girlfriends seemed just as relaxed. The more they spoke though, the harder it became for her to follow. She could pick up on bits and pieces of what was going on, but she couldn't seem to form a complete sentence in her head.
"So, how do you like Jersey so far?" one of the other girlfriends, Lexi, asked with a warm smile.
"It... it's very different. But I... I like it," she replied, her eyes not leaving Luke's hand in her lap.
"She thinks back home is wayyyy prettier. Right, babe?" Luke helped to direct her.
"Yes. Quรฉbec is very beautiful."
"So what brought you here?" Jack asked, desperately wanting to know more about the girl that had stolen his brother's heart. "School?"
She bit her lip, trying her best to think of how to reply in English. "Yes... I.... study at Rutgers. Exchange."
"That's awesome. What're you studying?"
Her mind went completely blank. She'd even rehearsed answering that exact question, but now, with everyone looking at her, the words were gone. Her hand tightened around Luke's again, taking a sip of water to clear her throat.
"She's studying communications and media. But the point of her exchange is to work on her English skills."
"That's sick," Jack nodded along.
The conversation around her continued, a few questions being tossed her way but her responses were usually just a few words, the gaps being filled in by Luke. The group eventually moved on to a story that Nico was telling, and Amรฉlie used the shift of attention to shrink into herself further. She let Luke rest his hand on her bouncing knee in an attempt to calm her nerves, but his touch felt foreign in the situation.
After what felt like hours, but had most likely only been half an hour, she leaned close to Luke, whispering in his ear. "Je vais aux toilettes." She stood up before he could respond, scurrying off to the bathroom.
Jack shot Luke a curious glance, but he just shrugged, trying to mask his own worry.
Amรฉlie slipped into the bathroom, pressing her hands against the sink as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She felt like she was suffocating, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She hated feeling like an outsider, not being able to connect with Luke's world outside of her.
She wiped under her eyes, praying that her mascara didn't run. She didn't want anyone to know she'd been crying in the bathroom. She just wanted to be like the other girls at the table--relaxed and confident, going with the flow of the conversation.
With one last deep breath, she made her way back to the table. Luke looked up at her as she approached. He could tell something was off.
"Everything okay?"
She just nodded, falling back into her silence at the table. She laughed when everyone else laughed, smiling politely when someone made a remark towards her. Luke had never seen her so quiet in his life, not even on the first day that they met. By the time everyone had left the bar, her anxiety was so bad she thought she might puke.
Luke opened the car door for her, and she slid in, staring blankly out the window. The silence between them was heavy. Luke could feel it too, his fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel.
"Am, what's wrong? You've been quiet all night. You barely said a thing."
The tears that she had been fighting so hard to keep at bay finally spilled out. "I... I feel so stupid. I-I couldn't even talk to them. I couldn't even... act normal."
He reached out, placing a hand on her thigh. His heart clenched at her words. "You're not stupid, Am. You're doing amazing. You're learning a whole new language, that's huge."
"But I had to have you help on everything. I could... not even answer Jack's questions. They normally think... I'm dumb. Not good for you." She wiped at her eyes, frustrated with herself for crying.
"Amรฉlie, baby. No one thinks you're dumb. And you are more than good enough for me--don't you ever doubt that. Jack loved meeting you. Everyone did. I could tell. They don't care if you need some help speaking English. Hell, some of those guys could use the help speaking English."
"I wanted... to be better. To show I can do this. But I feel...lost."
"You don't have to show anyone that you can do anything. Not to me, not to Jack, not to anyone. I love you for--"
"You love me?"
"Of course I do, Am. I... I didn't want to admit it like this. But... I am so in love with you, Amรฉlie."
"I love you too, Luke. Sorry if I... embarrass you tonight."
"You could never embarrass me, Am. Never ever."
"I-"
"Nope, that's enough out of you. Let's go back to yours and watch that stupid cop show you like."
"Mensonges?"
"If that's what it's called, then yes."
"I love you, Lu."
"I love you too, Am."
~~
"I don't know, Jack. She was so nervous last time..."
"But last time there were other people there too. Just tell her you've got the place to yourself for the night and then I'll walk in a couple hours later and be like 'Oh! Sorry, my plans got cancelled.' And then we can all hangout," Jack suggested.
"I'm not going to lie to her. I'll just ask if she wants to spend the night."
"Come on, Rusty! You know I'm just trying to help her relax around me. You're making it sound like a big deal. It's not! She's your girlfriend, and I want to get to know her. Plus, I'll make it fun! I'm good with people."
"I appreciate the thought, Jack. But I want her to feel comfortable, not tricked. So I'll just ask her if she wants to come over and spend the night. No tricks."
"Fine, fine. Let me know what she says."
"I will. Just... don't be an idiot."
~~
Amรฉlie followed Luke into his apartment, her backpack thrown over his shoulder. She looked around, noticing how painfully obvious it was that two men lived there.
"I'm just gonna put your bag in my room. You wanna go make yourself comfortable on the couch?"
"Sure."
She sat down, curling her legs under herself, glancing around the living room. She picked up the remote off the coffee table, fiddling with while she waited for Luke.
"You good?"
"Yeah. Just... taking in. It is very... you."
"What, you mean messy?"
She giggled, then tension in her shoulders disappearing. "Maybe... un peu."
"Hey, it's organized chaos, baby. I know where everything is. Well... most of the time."
"I like it. Feels... comfortable. Like you."
"That's all I want, babe. For you to be comfortable."
"Where's Jack?"
"Probably in his room. Why? Wanna talk with him?"
Amรฉlie quickly shook her head, her eyes widening. "No, no... just wonder. I don't want to... bother him."
"You're not bothering him. He's probably playing video games or doing some stupid shit. He'll come out here eventually."
The last time she'd been around Jack, she hadn't been able to shake her nerves. Tonight, she was determined to make a better impression, even if she still felt like puking.
Luke gently nudged her with his elbow. "Hey, you're good, Am. Jack's chill. You don't have to be nervous."
"I know... just... want him to like me."
"He already likes you," Luke reassured, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "He wouldn't shut up about how cool you were after the last time."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I wouldn't lie to you, silly."
"Love you, Lu."
"Love you too," he leaned in to kiss her when footsteps pulled them apart.
"Aww, did I interrupt a moment?" Jack's teasing voice came from the doorway.
"Relax, Jack. We were just talking... about you."
"Oh yeah?" Jack pushed himself off the wall, making his way to the couch. "All good things, I hope."
"Duh," Luke squeezed Amรฉlie's hand, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. "Amรฉlie was just asking what you were up to."
"Probably nothing interesting compared to you lovebirds. Was talking to Trevor--can't let Luke get ahead of me in the whole having a life department."
She tried to think of a quick response to his joke, but came up with nothing she deemed funny enough.
"Luke tells me you like studying here cause it's different. How so?"
"Um, everything... is feeling bigger here. The city, the campus. And obviously... English. There is like... zero English in my town. We use some words... but not lots."
"Well, seems like you're doing great. Don't stress it. Plus you've got this guy," he gestured to Luke, "to help you out, right?"
She blushed, "Yes, Lu is... super."
Luke grinned, leaning in and whispering, "Told you he likes you."
~~
"I don't know how I'm gonna survive without you, Am," Luke admitted, wiping the tears from his face. His usually calm, relaxed demeanor was gone, replaced with a raw vulnerability.
Amรฉlie had told herself she wasn't going to cry, but seeing Luke cry made that impossible. Her tears had started as soon as his had. "You will, Lu. You are so strong. And... I will not be gone forever."
He shook his head, intertwining their fingers. "I know, but... shit's gonna feel so different without you here. I'm used to having you here all the time. And now I won't see you until summer. I don't know how to do that."
"You'll have Jack, the guys, your family. I'm just... a plane away. We will FaceTime, and before you know... I am back. And I will meet Quinn... and your parents."
Luke rested his head in her lap, letting her run her fingers through his hair. She could feel his tears soaking the fabric of her jeans. "I'm gonna miss you so fucking much, Am."
"I'll miss you too, Lu. So, so much."
They stayed like that for a long time, just wrapped in each other's embraces. Neither of them wanted to let go. Neither of them wanted to admit how hard the next few months would be. They just wanted to stay together... forever.
~~
Amรฉlie was sitting at her desk, her phone propped up against her water bottle as Luke's face filled the screen. His hair was a mess and his eyes drooping. She could tell he had just gotten home from practice.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted.
"Hey, you," she replied, resting her chin on her hand. "How was practice?"
"Exhausting," he groaned. "But seeing your face makes it better."
Amรฉlie blushed, biting her lip as she smiled. Before she could respond, she heard her brothers' voices coming from down the hall.
"Ah, c'est qui, Amรฉlie?" (who is it, Amรฉlie?)
"Son chum?" the other laughed. (her boyfriend?)
"Ahhh, mais Luke, t'es ben chix." (Ahhh, but Luke, you're so hot.)
"Ferme ta gueule!" Amรฉlie shouted. (Shut your mouth!)
Luke burst out laughing at the look on his girlfriend's face. "What're they saying?"
She huffed, rolling her eyes. "They're being idiots. Teasing me about you."
"Teasing, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "What did they say? Come on, tell me."
She sighed, getting closer to the camera with a small smirk. "They said you're... how would that translate.... that you're 'hot.'"
"Oh, did they know? You must have good pictures of me hanging up then, huh?"
"They're just being annoying. They think it's funny to tease me because I love an American."
"Well, tell them I appreciate the compliment. And tell them I say 'hi'," he teased.
Amรฉlie shook her head but shouted, "Luke dit bonjour!"
From the hallway, her brothers responded with exaggerated greetings in their broken English, making the couple laugh.
"They're something else, huh? I can't wait to meet them one day."
"They'll probably want you to ask Cole for free Habs tickets. But... in a few weeks, I'll be back and I'll get to meet all of your family."
Luke's eye lit up at the thought. "I know! I've been counting down the days, baby. I can't wait for you to be here again!"
"Me neither. Excited to meet Quinn and your parents."
"Yeah, my mom's super excited to meet you!"
"I'm a little nervous though."
"Don't be! They are gonna love you so much, Am!"
"I love you, Lu."
"I love you more, Amรฉlie. Only a few more weeks, then we'll be together again. I can't wait."
"You promise?"
"I promise. And I'm gonna spoil you so much. Just you, me, and the lake."
"Can't wait."
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note. saw someone asking for a beach episode with logan on twitter so I am here to serve my people :) please request anything I'm desperate lmao
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You werenโ€™t a huge fan of the beach, you never were actually. The more you escaped the sun, the better you felt ; and it was even more true about the water. But when Logan almost begged you to come with him, you didnโ€™t have the heart to say no to him. It was rare enough to have Logan asking for someone to actually spend time with him to say no.ย 
This is how you ended up on the beach, sitting on the sand with your sunglasses on, a huge amount of sunscreen on your skin and, of course, hiding under an umbrella. From afar, you could see Logan in the water. Of course, seeing the man half naked wasnโ€™t something unusual as he didnโ€™t seem to be able to keep his clothes on ; but it was still something you wouldnโ€™t complain about. The sun brighing on his skin, even more because of the water ; no, it was indeed a good view.ย 
Logan finally walked back to you after some time, standing in front of you with his arms crossed. You looked up at him when you saw the shadow he created with his large figure. โ€œGonna stay here all day?โ€ He asked and the smile on your lips made him roll his eyes. โ€œIโ€™m feeling great, no need to worry.โ€ He groaned slightly, and you didnโ€™t seem less proud of your answer.ย 
โ€œCome on, bub. Either you come by yourself or I make you.โ€ You slowly raised an eyebrow, looking at him from above your sunglasses. โ€œIs that a threat Logan?โ€ You asked, and the smirk on his lips was enough as an answer. โ€œSure it is.โ€ A sigh left your lips but he didnโ€™t move at all. Apparently, he was more than serious about his words. So, when you were about to tell him to go to hell, you felt your body leaving the ground too easily.ย 
โ€œLet me go, dumbass!โ€ You yelled as Logan walked towards the water with you resting on his shoulder. He had this stupid proud smirk that you hated so much as he was telling you to dream a bit longer. โ€œReady bub?โ€ He said, his legs half into the water. โ€œDonโ€™t even think about it!โ€ But of course, the Wolverine couldnโ€™t care less.ย 
The second after, you were being thrown into the water. You just had the time to get your head out of it, putting your sunglasses on top of your head. You glanced at Logan with a frown, until you saw him for real. He was laughing. Not the slight chuckle he was always trying to restrain, or his stupid smirk of mockery. No, Logan was laughing ; because he was making fun of you, technically, but still. You quickly looked away, pushing his shoulder.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t make that face. Just take a break with me, uh?โ€ He told you, and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes, before a sigh left your lips. You slowly raised your hands before you simply splashed water at him. It took him by surprise, obviously, and he had to wipe his face. When his eyes met with your face, he saw you laughing this time. And it confirmed that he was right with asking you to come with him.ย 
Both of you spent the rest of the day at the beach, together this time. Sun was slowly falling as you two were laying down on the sand, looking at the sky. Silence was here for a while until your voice came out softly. โ€œWasnโ€™t so bad to come with you.โ€ย  Logan looked at you, a bit surprised by your words. But quickly, a light smile appeared on his lips. โ€œGlad you came, bub.โ€ This time, you were the one to turn your head and so you met his gaze. You simply looked at each other in silence for a moment, and it was like time had stopped. His hand slowly moved toward yours, before he grabbed it in the most gentle manner youโ€™ve ever seen him do.ย 
You stayed like this for a while before your duty called you back to reality. You got back to the manor together, acting like nothing happened. But in fact, you both knew that things would be different after that day.
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justin-chapmanswers ยท 2 months ago
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Sorry if this is a bit rude, but how do you consider yourself as he/they or they/he? I am questioning my sexuality and gender at the moment and seeing you (idk if ur lgbt) makes me find comfort, if you can, how did you realise you were not straight and how I can find mine! :3
Oh golly uh. Let's see if I can keep this short and then bury it under other answers. <3
Labels are fun cause they're so funky and ever-changing as you learn more about yourself. So, firstly, don't stress about finding something so perfect right away and bounding yourself to it. You're still you, any way you word it.
Gender-wise I'm in a state of def preferring they but being chill enough with he. Like whateverrrrr. It's hard to get around societal norms and perceptions, so my expectations are calibrated accordingly. I of course feel that for people who feel more strongly about a specific label, it's important to fight for it to be recognized whenever you're in a safe-enough environment to do-so. But for me, the concept of pushing for a specific label or, even more-so, of seeing other people pushing others to use a specific label for me is veryyyy anxiety-inducing. I tend to avoid spotlight when possible. But at the same time, a lot of it just comes down to not wanting to be grouped/perceived gender-ly at all. I tend to use the label agender. But I'm sure a lot of people have similar experiences with different labels. I just, ya'know, wanna be me.
Gender exploration is funnnn. There's no one right way to learning about yourself. Some people know from a young age, almost inherently, some people figure things out a lot later. It's never too late. Some people learn with outfits and styles, some with looking to people/characters who they want to be perceived more-like, some with experimenting through new names/pronouns and feeling-out how being called different things makes them feel. If you have friends you feel safe around with all of this, on or offline, can't hurt to say "hey would ya mind calling me x-name or y-pronoun for a bit?" And if you don't like it, you don't need to stick with it. But really be cognizant of it feels right to you.
Then on the romantic orientation side, that's been a much longer journey haha. I was calling myself straight through middle schooler, bi for a bit in early high school, gay starting in later high school, then for a long while. Nowadays I just say queer. Labels make things easier, until they donโ€™t haha. For me, if you imagine a scale of feminity to masculinity with like little pegs running down the line from 0 to 10, with 5 in the middle, I tend to find myself attracted to people in like the 4 to 8 range? Something like that. But even that's not perfectly consistent! There's never going to be a perfect word for everything. That's why I like queer as an umbrella term. It's also just a cute word, I don't make the rules.
Hence earlier when I mentioned that you should just feel free to keep it open and not close yourself off. Maybe nothing'll change, but what if something does? But of course, I assume you're asking from more of a place of just starting this journey. I'm trying to get my mind back to where I started with that. I think the first time the not-straight realization hit was when a friend of mine didn't show up to an event and I was all like "why am I so miserably sad that he wasn't there?" And then a lightbulb appeared over my head and out-loud I said "aw damnit." And then things have been weird and confusing ever since.
But in terms of giving advice, it's hard to not just be like "uhh idk just hang out with people that makes you feel gooey." But obviously it's more complicated than that. A decade ago, I was taking random "am I gay" tests online. But they're kinda silly cause the questions on those would ask me to fill in information about how I feel, but how am you supposed to know how I feel without the test telling me how I feel??????? So realistically, I'd advise private journaling. Just take some time, even five minutes. Start now. Write out who you are drawn to, in any sense, and how they make you feel. Especially if you're like me and have trouble self-reflecting unless I force myself to. Like. In a Tumblr post.
There's so many ways to explore. It's also nice to look at relationships in life and media and seeing if you connect to any relationship or long to fit into someone's place within a relationship. That's why representation matters, baybeeeee! But also, ya'know, talking to people goes a long way to learning about yourself. Trial 'n error let's gooooo.
And above all: you got this.
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Can you write about Smoke and female reader going on a date and some creep (maybe black or red dragon) walks up to the reader and tries to hit on her and even went far as smacking her butt really hard and Tomas loses his patience overall and beats the crap out of the creep?
My Hero
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Tomas x reader
A/n: Okay, love this idea. I love writing Tomas in such a protective position. Btw, sorry to all the Rachelโ€™s out there. Had to think of some name lol
C/w: Sexual harassment, S/a, mention of blood and violence
Tonight wasn't supposed to go like this. It was just supposed to be a fun little night for you and Tomas to unwind and spend some time together. Madame Bo's seemed like the perfect place to do it. The place as a whole had a really nice vibe always you feel at home . "I'm going to go get us a table." Tomas said to you. You just nodded as you took in the place. The smell of delicious food filled the air as restaurant staff and the distant sound of Bo berating someone. You smiled at it, you haven't been here for so long. "Pick the one with the nicest view." You ask Tomas as you dodged out of the way of a busy waitress with a tray full of food, the sight of it making you more hungry. "You're my nicest view." Tomas said with an abashed smile. You let a light chuckle at this. "Tomas! Really? Go!" You said with a smile.
You watched Tomas's giant figure disappear in the crowd. You waited at the entrance, your eyes wandered around and eventually found their way to the sky as you admired the stars above. It felt so nice to be out with Tomas, it was just him and you, just how you liked it. "Well, hello there." You heard a voice suddenly spoke to you. You looked down to find a stranger in front of you. He wore all black and small like a mix of alcohol and urine. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal a tattoo on his forearm, a clan marking. You narrowed your eyes as you immediately recognized, a black dragon marking. You didn't know the difference, but you did realize just how dangerous this could potentially be. He flashes you crooked smile, making your stomach churn in discomfort. Out of politeness you forced a smile into your face in return. "Um, hi."
"What's your name?" His eyes bounce up and down your body, eyeing specific parts of, you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. "Um, Rachel." You lie, your eyes dart desperately inside, hoping that Tomas will come back right now to save you. "Rachel, huh?" He seems to bite his lip just a little. "Not bad for a Rachel..." He mumbles under his breath, causing you to feel more uncomfortable. You didn't like the way he was looking at you, you felt something horrible in your gut as you avoided eye contact.
"You come here often?" At this second you saw an opportunity. "Yes, I came here tonight with my boyfriend." You say, making sure to emphasize the boyfriend part. Hoping that this'll cause him to leave you alone. But he just shrugs at this. "Your boyfriend isn't here right now, is he? It's just you and me." His lips curl as you panic internally. "You know, me and my boys, we come here all the time. We go wherever we want actually, different states, different countries." his eyes gleamed at you expecting you to be impressed with his flex. "Uh, cool." You say awkwardly, trying to think of a way to escape from him. "What's your number? I could take you with me...if you are a good a good girl for me." You smile wanes at this. "Uh, excuse me, I have to go-" You try to quickly walk away, but he side steps you and blocks your path, that gross grin still on his face. "Hey, where you going?"
"Uh, M-My boyfriend's probably wondering where I am. So, I should go." You feel your heart begin to race as you try to get past him. But he's adamant about blocking you. "What's the rush? I'm sure he can wait." He stared at you up and down, the grin still on his face. "Come on, give a chance. I'm a nice guy." At that second, you see Tomas in the distance. His smile slowly fades as he sees the black dragon standing in front of you and the distressed look on your face, causing him to speed up. You drowned the man out as Tomas approached, you felt your heart beat against your chest as Tomas desperately made his way through the crowd of people. You were pretty sure the man asked for your number, he tried to ask what your sign was, he asked if you were even listening.
"Y/n! " Tomas called as he finally made it you. The black dragon looks over his shoulder, his narrowed eyes stretch at the sight of Tomas. He clears his throat and puffs up his chest. "Excuse me? Listen, I don't know who this 'Y/n is, but me and Rachel are having a conversation. Fuck off." He tried to make his voice sound deeper as his eyes darted all over Tomas's large figure.
Tomas steps in front of you, getting in the man's way. "Okay, feel free to talk to this 'Rachel', while me and Y/n excuse ourselves." If you could see his face, the man no doubt was confused. "Wait, what-" but Tomas interiors him, "Excuse us." Tomas gently takes your hand, "Come one." He softly whispers to you as you. "So it's like that 'Y/n', huh?". You avoid eye contact as you pass by him. "Alright then, let me know when you want a real man. I'll be sure to remember that sweet ass of yours?"
You gasp as you feel the sting of his hand slap your butt. Immediately, Tomas spins on his heels to face the Black dragon, who eagerly meets his face with a smirk. "What?". You were in too much shock to speak, you just stared at the two as they stared at each other. "Listen, you better run off before I-" but before he can finish his sentence, Tomas's fist slam into the man's face at lightning fast speed. The man slams onto the ground, a surprised look on his face as he clenches his broken nose. Many people inside stopped what they were doing to peer outside and see what was going on. "Fuckin' bastard, I'll-I'll kill you! And then I'll grab you bitch and-" he doesn't have a chance to finish, Tomas grabs him by the throat and begins to pummel him. You stood there and watched, slightly scared, you never saw this part of Tomas before. You knew he was Lin Kuei, but you never anticipated he could be this brutal.
After a few more hits, Tomas stops and stares down at his work. The Black dragon laid unresponsive, his blood painted all over Tomas's fist. He looks at you as if he forgot you were there, a mortified look forms into his face. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...in-in front of you-I-I" he lowers his head in embarrassment, he didn't mean to get so violent in front of you. But the moment the man touched you, everything went red for Tomas. "A-Are you okay?" He finally found the courage to speak. You looked at the Black Dragon and then back at Tomas, "I-I am...Thank you."
You offered your hand to Tomas. Your lips curl a little into a small but grateful smile. Tomas turned your smile and took your hand, and you both went back into the building, leaving the Black Dragon unconscious on the ground outside.
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writing-wh0re ยท 11 months ago
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AAAAH, I just saw you posting your prompts and your requests are open. I donโ€™t know if you write them together or individually, but if you can (or if you canโ€™t but you can write for one of them), could you do Fred and George with a Smutty prompt #3?
All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.
George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley
Word Count: 6,167 - I had so much fun writing this
Warnings: Smut18+, Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse, Female Performing Oral, Daddy Kink, Slight Choking Kink, Slight Slapping Kink (if you squint), Praise Kink, Slight Degration, Slight Breeding Kink, Spanking Kink. Slight cum kink. Use of pet names.
Basically its a very kinky smut and there's actually plot - look at me go.
A/n: Sorry I have been inactive, life am I right? But I'm getting a desk setup completed so I will be more fequent! I hope. I apologise for this being long, but I truly had so much fun writing this request. My love for the twins is reigniting. I will be fixing up my taglist as well / making a library blog for posts. I have written this smut differently to how I have in the past, let me know if you'd like a part 2!
Merry Christmas x
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Hogwarts was quiet the closer it got to Christmas, snow was gently falling and the gusts of wind were freezing. Most students went home for Christmas but this year was different for you. Your parents had decided to take a trip to get away from the wizarding world for a few months with no real timeline of coming back, it was something that shocked you but also didnโ€™t surprise you.ย 
Fred and George had decided to not rush home right away, debating on whether or not to ask you to join them at the Weasley house for Christmas, not really sure of what your relationship was, if it was anything other than lust and desire.ย 
โ€œYou canโ€™t sit alone in the common room for weeks, itโ€™s Christmas.โ€ George grumbled slouching down on the couch beside you.
โ€œIโ€™ll be fine, honestly, I have so many books I can read.โ€ You gestured to the pile of books on the table that you had acquired from the library. โ€œYou two should head home, Iโ€™m almost certain your mum has made your favourite foods.โ€ย 
Fred smiles at the mention of his mum and her tradition of making something for everyone to enjoy.ย 
โ€œYou can come with us, we have a spare room and Iโ€™m sure mum would be overjoyed to finally meet our best friend.โ€ย 
Best friend
Although not untrue the word still seemed to pang your heart with disappointment. An on and off hook up to them doesnโ€™t mean the same thing it does to you and that was something you were coming to terms with.ย 
Fred and George sensed the hesitation on you after Fred had dropped the best friend title, it was something they were yet to discuss with you, were you just best friends who fooled around? Or were you also wanting something more that you could all figure out together over time.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t want to impose, youโ€™ll have such a full house, isnโ€™t Bill in the guest room this year?โ€ย 
George smirks, you do listen to every word they say.ย 
โ€œWhat Freddie is saying is there will be a spare bed somewhere, we have two in our room and the couch downstairs, Iโ€™m sure something can be sorted.โ€ย 
โ€œMum already thinks youโ€™re coming so hurry up and pack your things.โ€ย 
Your mouth falls open at Fredโ€™s revelation, your eyes flick to George who smirks.ย 
โ€œGo on, we leave in fifteen minutes.โ€
โ€œI feel like there wasnโ€™t much of a choice in this matter.โ€ย 
The twins chuckle as you pack your things up and run up to your dorm, searching your room for a bag to pack things into you.ย 
You quickly rush out of your dorm, running into the twins as you look up at them. Their eyes wander your face, a blush creeping up your neck.ย 
You look down at the floor, before George places his hand under your chin.
โ€œEverything okay baby?โ€
Baby.ย 
You weren't quite sure how a simple nickname could make your stomach flip and your body tingle, but it did, especially coming for George and Fred.ย 
โ€œUh, um.โ€ Your mind is foggy, unsure what you were originally rushing for. The twins smirk, sharing a quick look before your face lights up, having remembered what you wanted to ask.ย 
โ€œHow long are we gone for?โ€
โ€œWe will be coming back the week before term starts.โ€
โ€œBut we can come back earlier if youโ€™d like.โ€ย 
โ€œSo three weeks?โ€
The twins nod as you spin and walk back into your dorm, them following behind you. You walk back and forth from your closet to your bed, where the twins have decided to lounge while you pack. Finding outfits is easy, finding lingerie works out to be a little harder under the gaze of the men on your bed.ย 
You quickly open your dresser draw, looking over the various colours of lace and matching sets. Quickly you grab a hand full and shove it into your bag, closing your dresser and zipping the bag closed.ย 
โ€œDarling, you dropped something.โ€ George whispers, moving past you and bending down to pick up your dark red G-string, blush creeps up your face, your stomach filling with butterflies as George passes the material to Fred who simply places it in your bag and rezips it.ย 
Your mind continues to rush, a million thoughts racing through your brain as the twins share a smirk before grabbing your bag from the bed.ย 
โ€œCโ€™mon love.โ€ Fred holds your bag as he walks out of your dorm, George follows closely behind his eyes looking you up and down, sending a swift wink your way before holding his hand out, an invitation to take his. Which you do, almost embarrassingly fast.ย 
George squeezes your hand and pulls you along with him to follow Fred.ย 
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After a few days at the Weasley home, you started to feel settled and a part of the family. Harry had joined the household on the same day as you, making you feel not so alone in the imposing feeling. No one was surprised to see you, they were excited to have another friend along for the celebration. Molly had made you feel so at home, hugging you when you first arrived, a feeling of warmth and comfort washing over you within her embrace.ย 
Over the past few days, Molly had shown you how to bake a few of her signature recipes, she had even gone as far as asking what your favourite food was, setting herself a goal of creating it for you come Christmas Eve.ย 
Being one day out from Christmas, Molly didnโ€™t want to be disturbed in the kitchen, she needed her space and stated that everyone should go outside to play a friendly game of Quidditch, she emphasised the word โ€˜friendlyโ€™ mainly at the twins.ย 
So you sat on your broom beside Harry, waiting for everyone who was playing to fly into the air.ย 
โ€œHave you played before?โ€ Harry asks curiously, not knowing much about you, himself being two years younger.ย 
โ€œYeah, but I'm definitely not a pro.โ€ You laugh as Harry smiles, looking out at the Weasley family.ย 
โ€œI think theyโ€™re going to kick our ass.โ€ย 
โ€œOh without a doubt.โ€ย 
You and Harry share a smile, your eyes wandering to the golden ball, clearly not the shiny golden snitch but definitely close. The quaffle and bludgers fly through the air with a woosh sound, everyone going into game mode. You and Harry nod at each other, both taking the role of seekers before rushing into the air in search of the โ€˜snitchโ€™.ย 
Within a matter of seconds the twins are behind you, chasing after you. You fly past the duo, diving down behind Harry who seems to have his eye on the golden ball. You quickly look over your shoulder, the twins hot on your ass. You notice the golden ball dancing between the twins. A smirk dances across your lips as you fly up higher just outside of the quidditch pitch, pulling up on your broom as the twins fly past you. They stop and look back at you as you flash them your bare tits. Both of them go wide eyed as you hold the golden ball between your hands, pulling your sweater back down.ย 
โ€œLater losersโ€ย 
You turn your broom around, wiggling your ass as you dive down to the grass.ย 
โ€œWe won!โ€ You scream, Ginny, Bill and Ron rush down to you, pulling you into a hug and cheering for your team as the rest of the players come to the ground.ย 
You make brief eye contact with the twins, a darkness in their eyes but clapping for your victory nonetheless.ย 
โ€œLunch is ready! Cโ€™mon darlings before the storm comes.โ€ Molly gestures for everyone to come inside as you opt to help clean the game up, the twins staying behind with you.ย 
You bend down to pick up the spare brooms, your ass brushing against Georgeโ€™s crotch, your eyes locking onto Fred and sending him a wink.ย 
Fred stands in front of you, shielding you from the view of the house, George holding your hips, pulling you against his chest. Fred caresses your cheek, his head shaking.ย 
โ€œDo that one more time and weโ€™ll fuck you right here in front of everyone.โ€ย 
Your breathing hitches, your eyes never leaving Fred as he hooks one finger into the collar of your sweater, looking down at your bare tits. George slips one hand up into your sweater, groping your boob as you whimper, a shiver runs over your body at his cold finger tips. The fear of getting caught creeps up, a slight wetness running to your core. Fred tilts your head to look up at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip, your lips parting slightly.ย 
The twins smirk pulling away from you like nothing happened and begin grabbing the game equipment.ย 
They walk towards the home, not once turning back to look at you. Thunder rumbles through the sky as you quickly rush inside, not wanting to be left out in the oncoming storm.ย 
โ€œThere you are sweet girl, would you prefer peach or lemon tea?โ€ Molly asks sweetly, smiling at you before worry washes over her. Molly places her hands on your cheeks and a slight frown on her face.ย 
โ€œY/n, honey you look flushed, are you okay?โ€
You heart hammers in your chest, those fucking twins.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m okay Molly, the wind just gets to me sometimes.โ€ You smile, reassuring her as she pulls you into a warm embrace. You make eye contact with the twins, smug smirks on their face.ย 
โ€œYou tell me if you need anything, now, lemon or peach?โ€ย 
You nod at Molly, deciding on lemon tea before squeezing in between Fred and George at the table, conveniently the only spot left. You spin the pasta around the fork, thankful for a warm meal. Your body tenses slightly, feeling both Fred and George place a hand on your thighs. Both of them grab and squeeze the flesh, involuntarily rocking your hips at their touch. You quickly catch yourself, continuing to eat while the twins trace shapes and grip your skin.ย 
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Not much continued to happen yesterday and today had mainly been taken up by Ginny and Molly asking for help with wrapping gifts, a cheeky idea coming into your mind as you pocketed a bit of red ribbon.ย 
Tonight was the big Christmas Eve feast, Mr Weasley had finished work early and everyone was told, multiple times, that dinner would be served at 7pm, not a minute over. Molly hadnโ€™t made lunch today, wanting everyone to wait with anticipation for her multitude of amazing dishes, a favourite created for everyone in the home, including yourself and Harry. You had simply asked for baked honey carrots, which judging by the smell of honey filling the home, Molly had delivered.ย 
โ€œThank you girls, go get comfy while I finish up dinner.โ€ Molly smiled, kissing Ginnyโ€™s head before ushering us away from the table so she could set it accordingly.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m going for a quick shower.โ€ Ginny states rushing up the stairs in front of you. You duck into the twins room, looking over Georgeโ€™s messy bed and Fredโ€™s mattress on the floor, thankful that you could share a room with them but lucky enough to score Fredโ€™s bed.ย 
โ€œMum loves you.โ€ I jump slightly at George's words not noticing him behind me. I smile, falling backwards on Fredโ€™s bed.ย 
โ€œI love her, she feels like home when she hugs you.โ€ I whisper as George hums in agreement.ย 
Fred walks into the room, his hair dripping and a towel around his waist. I sit up slightly, resting on my elbows, my eyes shamelessly dragging over his toned body.ย 
โ€œMy eyes are here baby.โ€ย 
That fucking nickname.
โ€œOh Iโ€™m well aware.โ€ I whisper, looking over at George quickly. โ€œRemind me, do you look like that?โ€ย 
George smirks, pulling his shirt over his head, his body just as toned as Fredโ€™s.ย 
I bite my lip, looking between the two shirtless twins.ย 
โ€œNoted.โ€ย 
Fred locks the door behind him, resting against it. George stands from his bed, nodding at his brother before pulling me closer to the edge by my ankles.
โ€œWeโ€™re sick of this game love.โ€ย 
โ€œWe know you want us.โ€
โ€œFuck, we want you.โ€
โ€œThat shit you pulled during the game.โ€
โ€œDangerous.โ€
โ€œSlutty.โ€
โ€œShowing off whatโ€™s ours to the whole family.โ€ย 
My breath hitches at their words, looking up at both of them towering over me on the bed.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m yours?โ€
The twins smirk, George leans down, his thumb brushing against my lip.ย 
โ€œShould we remind you?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s been a long time, baby.โ€
โ€œWe forget what you feel like.โ€
โ€œSound like.โ€ย 
They emphasise their words by groping at your body. Your body tingles, wetness pooling between your thighs.ย 
Fred feels your pocket, pulling out the red ribbon with a smile. George smirks, tilting his head at me.ย 
โ€œAre you our Christmas gift?โ€ย 
You open and close your mouth, simply nodding as they chuckle.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t be shy, baby.โ€
โ€œYes.โ€ You whisper, watching their every move.ย 
George smiles, leaning down and pulling you up from the bed, your chest against his, your back against Fredโ€™s.ย 
โ€œHow lucky are we Freddie.โ€ย 
โ€œExtremely.โ€ Fred whispers, his hands gripping your ass.ย 
George leans down to your lips, his lips hovering over mine, your breath mixing as my eyes flick from his to his lips.ย 
โ€œPlease.โ€ You whimper.ย 
George closes the distance between you, your lips moulding against each other. Fred kisses along your neck and shoulder, sucking on your weak spot as you moan into Georgeโ€™s mouth, allowing for his tongue to twirl with yours.ย 
โ€œBe quiet baby.โ€ George whispers as Fred captures your lips, his kiss just as soft as George, savouring every swipe of your tongue against each other. Georgeโ€™s hands slip under your sweater, a groan falling from his lips at your lack of bra, twisting your nipples.ย 
โ€œFuck daddy.โ€ You whisper, both of the twins stopping briefly, as George grabs your hair pulling your face to him.ย 
โ€œSay that again.โ€
โ€œDaddy.โ€ You whimper, your lips pouting, Fred moans, his hands spanking your ass.
โ€œWeโ€™re going to ruin you.โ€ย 
Before anything more can happen you hear Molly shout up the stairs, letting you know dinner is served.ย 
โ€œFuck.โ€ The three of you say in unison, the boys pull away from your body. Fred rushes around the room for clothing as George puts his sweater back on.ย 
George smirks at you, tapping your ass and nodding towards your hair.ย 
โ€œMight want to fix that baby.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t want everyone to know youโ€™re our little slut.โ€ Fred winks, both of them slipping out of the room, their footsteps bouncing down the stairs.ย 
Your fingers brush against your lips, a slight tingle against the flesh from their kisses. A smirk forming on your face, thankful for the last few minutes, a step in the direction you crave.ย 
After you fix your hair,you quickly bounce down the stairs, thankful you're not the last one as Harry and Ron rush in behind you.ย ย 
โ€œSit, sit dear.โ€ Molly gestures to the space across from the twins, next to Ginny and Harry. You quickly sit as Molly places the last dish on the table. The house smells amazing, a mix of spices and hints of firewood from the stove.ย 
โ€œMerry Christmas, I love all of you.โ€ Molly smiles, kissing Arthur. โ€œIncluding you two.โ€ Molly gestures to Harry and yourself as you knock his shoulder, smiling at him. โ€œPlease, eat.โ€ย 
No one waits for Molly to say it twice, everyone serving themselves. George serves you a pile of honey carrots and Fred places a few roasted potatoes on your plate before continuing to serve themselves. A soft smile falls on your lips, the simple domestic gesture filling your heart, maybe this could work.ย 
Everyone is quiet while enjoying Mollyโ€™s food, the sound of knives and forks clicking together. You catch Mollyโ€™s eye as she enjoys watching her family sharing dinner together, only having this occur a few times within the year. Molly catches your eye and winks at you, scrunching her nose and smiling at you before taking a sip out of her wine glass. You smile back at Molly, a warmth washing over you at the small interaction. Your eyes flick to the twins in front of you, both of them almost finished with their meal. A cheeky thought pops into your mind as you shuffle on your seat slightly, dragging your foot up Georgeโ€™s leg. His eyes lock onto yours, he nudges Fred inconspicuously to get his attention before sitting back in his chair, his legs spreading wider as his older brother looks down at the chair quickly. You press your foot into Georgeโ€™s crotch softly noticing his body tense as Fred shakes his head, grabbing his cup and tipping the liquid into his mouth. You drop your foot from George and move it to Fred, not wanting him to feel left out. Fred grabs his napkin, wiping his mouth as he looks over at George and nods. A wordless conversation shared between the two as George smirks.ย 
โ€œSo Y/n and Harry, what subjects are you looking forward to most next year?โ€ Molly asks, butterflies flip in your stomach, feeling like Molly caught you. You quickly drop your foot from Fred causing him to chuckle slightly, George takes a sip from his glass hiding his smirk at your reaction.ย 
โ€œDefence against the dark arts, Iโ€™m sure I donโ€™t have to explain why.โ€ Harry states, causing a small chuckle to fill the air.ย 
โ€œAnd Y/n?โ€ Molly smiles.ย 
โ€œPotions, Iโ€™m excited to create a few remedies for different conditions but also to help these two-โ€ You quickly gesture to Fred and George who go wide eyed, you know Molly and Arthur donโ€™t know about their โ€˜jokesโ€™ yet but why not keep them on their toes. โ€œWith passing the subject. You know they donโ€™t stir their cauldrons, they just expect it to work when you throw things into it.โ€ย 
Molly and Arthur chuckle, a smug smirk on your face at the panic you just gave the twins.ย 
โ€œOh that explains why their grades for positions are so high, we have you to thank.โ€ Arthur chuckles as you nod, smiling at him. Little does he know, you have them to thank for your grades.ย 
You pick up your glass, taking a sip of the cinnamon eggnog, freshly made as Molly questions her kids about what theyโ€™re most looking forward to. You only half listen, your mind occupied by the pair of redheads in front of you, your mind filled with ideas on what you want to do to them and them to you. Thankfully for such a great break.ย 
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The night flew by, Molly handed out one gift to her kids, including yourself and Harry. Molly stated it was something to wear for Christmas day breakfast and to not fuss over opening one present early. She asked everyone to open them at the sametime, to which you did and found yourself with a handmade sweater with your first initial on the front, everyone had one. You held the fabric close to yourself, knowing you would hold onto this for the rest of your life.ย 
Fred and George hadnโ€™t spoken to you since dinner, opting to hangout with their brothers and Harry while you and Ginny gossiped on the couch. Ginny was confiding in you about her crush on Harry and how Dean had been sending her letters since he left for break. You hadnโ€™t noticed when the room dwindled down to just yourself, Ginny and Harry. Upon noticing and remembering what Ginny had said, you excused yourself, leaving the two of them alone which caused Ginnyโ€™s cheeks to heat with a rosy blush.ย 
You quickly went up the staircase, noticing how much quieter the house was the further you climbed. You slip into the twins room, hearing soft snores, noticing Fredโ€™s asleep on the spare mattress on the floor. You look to Georgeโ€™s bed and see it's empty. You can hear the faint running of water, a small idea popping into your head. You walk over to the bathroom, your hand resting on the handle, hoping to god itโ€™s George. You contemplate this gamble for a few seconds, bouncing on your heels slightly before the devil on your shoulder simply says โ€˜fuck itโ€™ and you turn the handle to the bathroom.ย 
โ€œHey, knock-โ€ George pulls the shower curtain across, cutting himself off when he sees you leaning against the now closed bathroom door. A smirk forms on his face as pulls the shower curtain open a little for you, simply waiting. The steam flows outside of the curtain, the mirror foggy and walls wet. You quickly slip out of your clothes, untying your hair and letting it fall. A shiver runs over your body in the damp air and you hurry into the shower, wanting the warm water to cascade over your body.ย 
George has his head tipped under the shower, leaving his body open to your eyes. You drink in his figure, his toned chest and arms, his semi hard cock and strong legs. The water streams down his skin, small sprinkles covering your body. Wetness slips past your folds, your heart beat picking up, this almost feels wrong without his counterpart. But you know they will talk and you know Fred will be jealous.ย 
George faces you, dragging his hand down his face to wipe away the water, his eyes linger on your body, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip.ย 
โ€œWhatโ€™s Freddie going to say?โ€ย 
The mention of his name has butterflies erupting in your stomach.ย 
โ€œWhy donโ€™t you tell him and find out.โ€ย 
George smirks at your response, stepping closer to you and pushing you against the side shower wall, the cold tiles resting against your skin as a hiss leaves your lips.
โ€œYouโ€™re a cock hungry whore, arenโ€™t you baby?โ€
Your lips part at his words, simply nodding and leaning up to capture his lips. George pulls away from you tutting as he holds your chin between his fingers.ย 
โ€œYou answer daddy when he asks a question.โ€ย 
โ€œOnly for you daddy.โ€ย 
George chuckles, tilting your face up to his. Small droplets of water fall from his hair and onto your skin.ย 
โ€œLiar.โ€ He whispers, licking along your bottom lip and taking it between his teeth and pulling the flesh. โ€œYouโ€™re a slut for Freddie, and fuck it makes me hard, but tonight youโ€™re mine.โ€ย 
You nod your head, a whispered โ€˜Yes Daddyโ€™ slipping from your lips, your eyes staring into his. His lips lock with yours, his wet hand moving from your chin and tangling in your hair, pulling on the strands. A moan falls into your kiss, your tongues swirling against each other, his free hand holding your hip, pulling your dry body against his.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™ve gotta be quiet baby.โ€ George whispers, his lips kissing down your neck, tongue tracing a line to your boobs. You softly whimper as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing against the hardened bud. He pulls from your breast with a pop, alternating to the other side, your fingers tracing through his hair, pulling when he bites your nipple. The warm shower water sprinkling your body, the steam filling your lungs as your gasp.
โ€œYouโ€™re so beautiful and these tits.โ€ George whispers, grabbing your boobs in his large hands and jiggling the flesh. He sucks on the skin of your cleavage, leaving a red and purple hickey on each one, definitely something to rile up Fred.ย 
George presses against you, your boobs slip against his wet chest. His lips brush against your ear as you feel his hard cock against you skin.ย 
โ€œThis is all for you.โ€ย 
Your moan in response, causing George to place a hand over your mouth. Tutting at you as he shakes his head. He drags his fingertips up and down your thighs, softly tapping against your folds before slipping one finger past. He sucks in a breath at your wetness, pressing his fingers against your clit and looking into your eyes.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re so good for me, so wet and warm.โ€ย 
You nod against his hand thatโ€™s still pressed against your lips. His finger starts to swirl around your clit in small circles. Your eyes roll back, a moan vibrating against his hand.ย 
โ€œIโ€™ve missed this pussy baby.โ€ย 
He picks up the pace of his finger on your clit, your legs tense at the feeling of pleasure flowing through you at his actions. George pulls his finger from your clit, placing the digit against his tongue and rubbing it side to side, before his lips encase it.ย 
โ€œSo sweet.โ€ย 
If he wasnโ€™t covering your mouth, it would be open in shock.ย 
โ€œPlease.โ€ You beg, whispering against his hand, it is barely audible, he wouldnโ€™t have noticed if he didnโ€™t feel your lips move against his skin.ย 
โ€œAre you begging for me to fuck you against the wall baby?โ€
His words cause more wetness to flow between your legs. He moves his hand from your lips allowing for you to answer.ย 
โ€œPlease daddy, Iโ€™ve missed your cock.โ€ย 
George smirks, placing his hand under your right knee and lifting your leg up, his other hand resting under your left arm.ย 
โ€œI bet youโ€™d say the same fucking thing to Freddie.โ€ย 
Itโ€™s your time to smirk at his words, nodding softly before you reach down and wrap your hand around his hard cock, tip red and beading with precum.ย 
โ€œI would, because Iโ€™m a whore for you and a slut for him.โ€ You whisper, slowly pumping your hand up and down his dick. George bites his lip, looking down at your hand. You place his cock against your folds, the tip brushes your wet clit causing him to hiss at the contact. You guide him lower to your entrance, angling your hips to allow for him to slide into your velvet walls.ย 
Both of you sigh in unison at the contact. George keeps his hips still, his lips capturing yours, savouring in the feeling of your walls around his cock. You rock your hips up slightly, a silent beg for movement as he smiles against your lips, pulling his cock from your pussy before plunging deep inside of you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he finds his rhythm, his cock slips in and out of you, your wetness growing the deeper he thrusts inside of you. His lips are resting against your ear, his low whispered moans and groans echoing in your head.ย 
โ€œSo tight and wet for me.โ€
โ€œSuch a good girl for daddy.โ€ย 
Hearing him refer to himself as Daddy has your pussy tightening around him, his praise sending tingles through your body.ย 
The water of the shower continues to run, it ever so slightly sprinkling you both with droplets. The steam continues to fill the room, the water pressure dropping from being on for so long.ย 
โ€œTouch your clit for me baby, Iโ€™m close and want you to cum first.โ€ย 
You slip your hand between your bodies, a moan falling from your lips as you circle your clit, the wetness causing it to slip against your finger. You add another, two now circling your clit and fast to help you reach your high.ย 
โ€œLook at you, such a whore.โ€ย 
You whimper at his words, your pussy tightening causing George to hiss, tilting his head back, his wet hair sticking to his skin as he continues to rock in and out of you.ย 
โ€œD-donโ€™t stop.โ€ย 
Your legs tense, your fingers rubbing your clit faster and Georgeโ€™s lips fall to your neck, kissing the skin and whispering for you to cum.ย 
โ€œCover my cock baby.โ€
Your heart beat picks up, your breath hitching and your eyes squeezing shut as you cum. Your legs tingle and untense; Georgeโ€™s cock continues to slide in and out of you, his pace picking up as he moans in your ear. His mouth falls to your shoulder and bits skin to muffle his moan as his cum spurts, warmth pooling inside of you.ย 
George pulls away from you, watching his cock pull in and out, covered in a mix of cum. He gently places your leg down, slipping out of your pussy with a hiss.ย 
โ€œCโ€™mere.โ€ George whispers, pulling you to his chest and kissing your hair. He spins you around, softly placing the warm running water against your cold back, his fingers tracing in your hair. He places a kiss on your forehead, his hands now holding your hips.ย 
โ€œLetโ€™s get you ready for bed.โ€ย 
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You wake up in the morning, a dull ache in your legs from last night. The memory of last night floods your mind, you lift your shirt looking at your boobs beautifully covered in hickeys.ย 
โ€œI hear you had fun last night.โ€ย 
You look over at Fred leaning against the doorway. Your face fills with blush, your eyes quickly flicking to Georgeโ€™s bed as you hear Fred chuckle.ย 
โ€œGeorge is out with everyone else, mum insisted they hand deliver Christmas cards to the neighbours.โ€ Fred states, closing the door and moving closer to the bed. โ€œAnd I insisted on letting you rest because you were up late last night and had to make sure you didnโ€™t wake up alone.โ€ย 
โ€œFreddie.โ€
โ€œNuh-uh, whatโ€™s my name baby girl.โ€ย 
Your stomach fills with butterflies, watching the eldest twin sit on the bed beside you, his fingers caressing your face.ย 
โ€œDaddy.โ€
Fred nods, his hand tilting your chin up, before settling around your throat. Bending down to your lips and whispering against them.ย 
โ€œThatโ€™s better, I bet you called George daddy and I bet you fucking loved it.โ€ย 
โ€œI did.โ€ย 
You want Fred to be rough, you want him to compete against his brother, you want to be filled with his cum.ย 
โ€œI hear youโ€™re a slut for me, is that correct?โ€ย 
His hand tightens around your throat before releasing softly, dragging his hand down your body and resting it on your boob.ย 
โ€œYes daddy, whatever you want me to be.โ€ย 
Fred smirks, chuckling at your response.ย 
โ€œSo submissive for me, you wanted to make me jealous didn't you baby?โ€
He grips your breast, pinching your nipple and dragging his hand down your body, cupping your pussy through your thin pyjama pants.
โ€œYou want me to fuck you better than George.โ€
โ€œPlease.โ€ You whimper, your hips rocking up against his hand.ย 
Fred slaps your pussy through your pants as your hips stop.ย 
โ€œHe was right, youโ€™re a slut for me.โ€ย 
You simply nod in response. Fred leans down, his lips ghosting yours.ย 
โ€œGet on your knees and show me what you want.โ€ย 
Within a second heโ€™s pulled away for you, leaning back on the bed and resting against his elbows. You scramble off the bed, falling to your knees in front of him, the wooden floor hard and cold.ย 
You loop your fingers into Fredโ€™s pants, tugging them down his body along with his underwear. His cock springs free, hitting against his lower stomach. Your mind floods with comparison to George, the thickness and length comparable, a vein running from the base to the tip. You run your tongue along the vein, flattening your tongue against the head of his cock before slipping it past your lips.ย 
โ€œFuck.โ€ Fred moans, falling back on the bed, his hands dragging down his face.ย 
You wrap your hand around the base of his dick, meeting your lips half way, your tongue flicking side to side around his cock. Fredโ€™s fingers lace in your hair, assisting you with bobbing your head up and down, his hips thrusting into your throat. Your eyes water, a few gags filling the air and drool leaking from your mouth.ย 
โ€œSuch a messy baby.โ€ย 
Your eyes roll back, moaning around his cock.ย 
โ€œYou didnโ€™t- fuck- suck Georgeโ€™s dick, did you baby.โ€ You shake your head, popping his cock from your lips.ย 
โ€œJust for you daddy.โ€
โ€œMm, just what I wanted to hear.โ€ Fred grabs your face between his hands, kissing your lips sloppily, his tongue rubbing against yours. Your lips are puffy and glistening with spit, his teeth pull at your bottom lip pulling away from you.ย 
โ€œOn the bed baby, ass up for daddy.โ€
Within an instant youโ€™re standing in front of him, stripping your clothes. Fred stops you before you can lay across the bed, noticing the hickies covering your boobs.ย 
โ€œCocky fucker.โ€ Fred groans, spanking your ass in encouragement to get on the bed.ย 
You lay with your ass in the air, feeling Fred kiss down your back. He reaches your ass, spanking the plump skin, soothing it with a soft kiss to your cheek. His teeth graze the skin, biting and sucking, leaving his mark on your ass. You squeak as he spanks you, his cock dragging up and down your slit, bumping against your clit, your moans filling the air.ย 
โ€œNo oneโ€™s home baby, be loud for me.โ€ย 
Fred slides deep inside of you, the angle allows for him to brush against your g-spot a moan pulling from your throat.ย 
โ€œFuck, I should just stay inside of you, that would drive you crazy, wouldnโ€™t it baby?โ€ย 
โ€œYes daddy, please fuck me.โ€ย 
โ€œMm, what would George say?โ€
โ€œFuck, please, fuck me.โ€ย 
You push your hips back against his cock, a low groan falling from his lips.ย 
โ€œFuck yourself on my cock baby.โ€ Fred encourages, your hips rock back and forth on his cock, wiggling them against him. You pull forward just far enough to leave the tip inside of you before pushing back allowing for him to slip deep inside of you. This causes Fred to grip your hips, starting his own rhythm and thrusting in and out of you.ย 
โ€œThis is exactly what you wanted, isn't it baby?โ€
You nod against the comforter, your hands gripping the material.ย 
Fred spanks your ass, his fingers looping your hair around his palm and pulling you up.ย 
โ€œAnswer me.โ€
โ€œYes daddy, wanted you to fuck me.โ€ย 
โ€œWanted me to fuck you better than George.โ€ย 
You moan at his words, his pace picking up. Both of your moans and heavy breathing fill the air, his grip still tight on your hair. Fred uses his grip to pull you up against his chest, his arm wrapping across your boobs as he bounces you on his cock.ย 
His lips fall to your ear, using his free hand to rub your clit.ย 
โ€œFuck, Freddie.โ€
Fred chuckles against your ear, his warm breath fanning your neck.
โ€œScream my name louder baby, I want George to hear.โ€ He pinches your clit, your body jumping in response before he rubs fast circles around the bundle of nerves. You rest your head against his shoulder, lips parted with moans pouring from them. Your pussy tightens around his cock as his dick twitches.ย 
โ€œYou can cum for me baby, Iโ€™ve got you.โ€ย 
Fredโ€™s grip on your body tightens, his hips rocking into you faster.ย 
โ€œDaddy, so good.โ€
He kisses the side of your head, his pace picking up on your clit. He feels you clamp around his cock and your body tense. Your toes curl and your body shivers, cumming around Fred.
โ€œGood girl, good fucking girl.โ€ Fred whispers, the sound of your wetness filling the air as he continues to pound into you. He pushes your torso back onto the bed, holding your ass in his hands and chasing his high. Fred curses and you feel his load shoot inside of you, a few more thrusts and Fred gingerly pulls out of you.ย 
โ€œLook at you baby.โ€ He whispers, softly caressing your skin.ย 
You gently roll over onto your back, attempting to catch your breath as Fred rushes around for clothing before disappearing. You hear the front door to the Weasleyโ€™s home open close and a chatter fill the air. You heart rate picks up slightly, your body aching and mind blissed out to cover yourself.ย 
Fred reappears in the bedroom with a warm towel between his hands. Within a moment later George is sliding through the door. His eyes darkening when they land on you, legs spread and pussy dripping with his brother's cum. The twins share a look as Fred throws the towel to George who stalks over to you.ย 
โ€œSuch a pretty baby, our little cum slut.โ€ George whispers, his eyes fixated on your pussy. A gasp falls from your lips at the feeling of George slipping his fingers inside of you. George pulls his fingers from you, a mix of cum sticking to his flesh. You grab Georgeโ€™s wrist, pulling his hand to your mouth, dragging your tongue up his fingers, sucking the mix of cum, your moan vibrating around his fingers. Your eyes lock with the younger twin, a smile present on both of their faces.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™re so lucky Freddie.โ€
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Cute boy next door | cl16
Summary: your little one can't sleep at night thanks to the noise from your loud neighbor.
Warning: latina!hispanic reader, streamer charles (i miss him A LOT) and fluff.
Part 2
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A hallway with sleek, modern doors lining either side, the soft glow of moonlight filters through the window at the end. You stand outside one of the doors, biting your lip nervously... You hold a three-year old little girl named Lola in your arms; Lola is rubbing her eyes sleepily while she holds a stuffed animal in her little hands.
โ€œOkay, y/n... you can do this! It's just a noise complaint and Lola needs to sleep.โ€ you whisper to yourself.
You raise a fist to knock on the door, for a moment you doubt it, but you do it anyway.
The door swings open to reveal a handsome young man in a fitted t-shirt and sweatpants. He has a pair of glasses on and a bandana tied loosely around his forehead, he looks a little bit surprised.
โ€œUh... hi? Can I help you?โ€ he asks softly.
You swallow a little bit. โ€œUm, hola... hi... Excuse me for bothering you... I live next door, and, well...โ€ You look down at Lola in your arms, who whimpers softly. โ€œI don't know if you were playing loud music or something earlier? But, my little girl Lola can't sleep.โ€ you say softly.
Charles's eyes widen in realization, he blushes slightly and rubs the back of his neck. โ€œOh my gosh, I am so sorry! I was just... streaming while playing on the simulator a bit... I didn't realize it would be so loud.โ€ He says with sorrow in his voice.
โ€œIt's alright, don't worry too much about it.โ€ you say shyly. โ€œThis is all new to us, we just moved here from Miami a few months ago.โ€
He opened his eyes in surprise and smiled.
โ€œFrom Miami? Wow, that's a big change! I bet it's quite an adjustment.โ€ He says. โ€œAre you hispanic?โ€ he asked softly and you nod proudly of your roots.
โ€œSi seรฑor, now you have two latina friends on the other side of your wall.โ€ you say giggling. โ€œAnd yes... It is quite the adjustment, especially for Lola, since she misses her abuelos terribly.โ€ (yes sir) (grandparents)
Charles smiles warmly at the both of you, he looks so friendly and there's a pretty familiar and warm vibe about him, but you can't quite figure it out yet.
โ€œWell, I'm Charles, by the way. Welcome to the building! It's nice to meet you both.โ€ He says and you smile warmly.
โ€œNice to meet you, Charles.โ€ you say shyly and you quickly look away. โ€œWell, I don't want to interrupt your night of fun but it was a pleasure and thanks again.โ€
He smiles genuinely. โ€œIt's no problem at all, and if Lola wakes up again, don't hesitate to knock on my door... Maybe we can have coffee sometime?โ€ He asked, there is a slight blush on his cheeks and you nod and blushed a little too.
โ€œCoffee sounds lovely. Thank you for the offer, but, we wouldn't want to intrude though...โ€ you were saying but he gently interrupted you.
โ€œNot at all! Trust me, a little company is a welcome change from the roar of a Formula One engine... Besides, maybe you can teach me some Spanish, my language skills are a bit rusty.โ€ he says quite blushing.
You blush at his words, is that a slight flirtation or is it just your head making things up? Be that as it may, you smile tenderly at him.
โ€œThat sounds good, i'm sure Lola and I would be happy to help! Alright, Charles, we'll take you up on that coffee offer then.โ€ you say and he smiles shyly.
Charles beams. โ€œGreat! Just let me know when... Here's my phone, you can write your number there!โ€ He says, extending his hand to give you his cell phone and you do the same.
You write your number and schedule yourself as: "y/n the latina neighbor ๐Ÿค" He writes down his number on your cell phone and books himself as: "Charlie the nice neighbor โค๏ธ" you smile tenderly when you see the red heart next to it.
โ€œWell, I should go to my apartment... Good night Charles and thank you again... For understanding.โ€ You say sweetly and he smiles, showing off his dimples. "dios que lindo luce con sus hoyuelos" you think while looking at him. (God how cute he looks with his dimples)
He smiles widely. โ€œIt's no big deal y/n! Have a good night you two, sweet dreams.โ€ he says softly and smiles.
You smile back and walk into your apartment, feeling something strange and cozy in your chest. You place Lola on her bed and give her a little kiss on her forehead, meanwhile, your head won't stop thinking about the cute, handsome neighbor next door and you're sure that his shy smile will probably stay stuck in your head for days and weeks.
***
โ€œSi mami Lola y yo estamos bienโ€ You say while talking on the phone with your mom. โ€œY no, todavรญa no he ido a tomar cafรฉ con el lindo vecino, mamรก por dios! Que preguntas.โ€ You say a little excited, Lola giggles at your reaction. (yes mommy Lola and I are fine) (and no, I still haven't gone to have coffee with the cute neighbor, mom for God's sake! What do you ask)
You were talking to your mom on the phone, what you told your mom was a "little white lie", since you were finishing getting ready to go to your coffee and dessert date with Charles and Lola, who was already dressed and looked like a cute little princess. You and Charles had been talking for several weeks by text and so on, he even sometimes stopped by your apartment before going to his, Lola likes his company, it's very fun for you to see the two of them interact. While you finish putting some of Lola's things in your bag, the door rings.
โ€œMami te llamo luego, sรญ? Te quiero mucho, bendiciรณn!โ€ You say hanging up the call as you walk to the door. (Mommy, I'll call you later, okay? I love you so much, blessing!)
When you open the door you find a smiling Charles holding a bouquet of lilies, he was wearing his glasses and was dressed very casually but a little elegant at the same time, Lola came up behind you and smiled when she saw Charles.
โ€œHello there, seรฑoritas! Ready for our afternoon of coffee and good desserts?โ€ He says and you smile when you hear him speak Spanish, even if it's just a little bit. โ€œThese are for you y/n! I hope you like them, I think they are pretty just like you.โ€ He says in a whisper and you blush when you hear his words. (ladies)
You take the bouquet of lilies from his hands and smile at his cute but meaningful gesture.
โ€œHello Charlie! Aww, you didn't have to do it.โ€ You say as you place the bouquet in a vase, Lola looks at the bouquet curiously. โ€œMira mi amor, son unas flores muy lindas, no lo crees?โ€ you say softly to Lola and she smiles. (Look my love, they are very pretty flowers, don't you think?)
โ€œFlores! Dindas!โ€ Lola says happy (flowers! cute!)
Charles smiles as he sees you two speaking in Spanish, a warm and cozy feeling is present in his chest.
โ€œI guess you both liked the flowers!โ€ He says smiling and with his cheeks red. โ€œSo let's go? Those desserts await us!โ€ He says quite enthusiastically and Lola giggles, you close the door to your apartment and walk with them down the hallway.
He linked his arm with yours and you carried Lola with your other arm, to be honest, it looked like an image straight out of a movie, but that made you happy.
***
The three of you sat at a table a little far away from the crowd, but it had a nice view. You ordered an espresso and a pain au chocolat, you also ordered the same thing for Lola, only instead of the espresso you ordered her a strawberry milkshake in children's size. And Charles ordered a cappuccino with a small strawberry pie.
Charles's company was quite nice and comfortable, it was as if there had always been a place for him in yours and Lola's life and also a place for the two of you in his.
He looks at Lola while she drinks her milkshake and smiles. โ€œLola looks so pretty and cute!โ€ He says as he strokes Lola's hair and she smiles. โ€œYou know? From what little I have seen I can say that you are a really good mom.โ€ He says in a whisper and you smile slightly.
You look at him, finishing your pain au chocolat and feeding Lola with hers. โ€œThank you... Sometimes it's hard, especially when it's just the two of us, this thing about being a mother and father at the same time is... Complicated, but satisfying in a way.โ€ You say as you let out a light sigh.
โ€œI wouldn't want to bother you with this, but... Why did you move here? You two alone, venturing to the other side of the world.โ€ He asks softly, he doesn't want to invade your privacy or bother you.
You nod shyly. โ€œWell... It was something complicated for both of us back in Miami, but I think it has been worth it so far.โ€ you say while you look at Lola and you look back at him. โ€œYou see, her "dad" didn't want kids and his most logical solution was to leave me after four years together, to be honest my father almost killed him...โ€ You say and let out a small chuckle. โ€œI had an apartment and I lived there while I was pregnant, after having Lola my ex wanted to come back and threatened me multiple times, which is not very nice as a first-time mother.โ€ You sighed. โ€œWhen Lola was 6 months old I decided to return to my parents' house.โ€ you say looking at your little girl. โ€œEse desgraciado maldito.โ€ You mumbled in spanish. โ€œWe decided to move here because I got a good job offer as a freelancer in a good business here... and to escape from my ex's harassment, to be honest.โ€ you giggled shyly. (that damned bastard)
He looked at you in shock, he never thought someone could do something like that. โ€œOh, I'm so sorry that happened to you.โ€ he said softly. โ€œBut you two are so amazing and cool! And, well, it's his loss at the end of the day.โ€ He says and you smile a little.
โ€œYou couldn't have said it better Charles.โ€
Lola smiles and stretches her little hands towards Charles's strawberry pie, he smiles as he sees her stretch out her little hands towards him.
โ€œFresas!โ€ Lola says animated and happy. (strawberries!)
โ€œMi cielo pero si acabaste de comer tu pain au chocolat! Let Charlie eat his pie, okay?โ€ You say a little blushing at the almost embarrassing moment that Lola puts you through. (My dear but you just ate your pain au chocolat)
Charles giggled at Lola's antics and your words. โ€œYou know, it's okay! I have no problem giving you guys some of the pie... At the end of the day, it is to share with you!โ€ he smiles and blushed.
Then he cut a little of the pie into three equal pieces for the three of you, you just smile at his cute gesture towards the two of you, Lola smiles and takes her spoon to start eating the piece of pie, she looks very happy while eating the delicious dessert, you took a spoonful and the sweet and fresh taste of the strawberries invaded your mouth, you closed your eyes happily, savoring the pie. Charles smiled when he saw your reaction, he thought it was super cute and sweet.
Between the two of you you've shared a few glances while talking about totally mundane and simple things, even though he may have all the money in the world for you he's a pretty down to earth guy and you appreciate that.
***
After having gone to a small park where Lola played a lot on slides and trampolines, the three of you went back to the building with satisfied and somewhat tired smiles on your faces.
โ€œCome here my honey, let me carry you, okay?โ€ You tell Lola as you try to pick her up, but she refuses. โ€œOh, don't you want me to carry you inside?โ€ you ask her softly.
She looked at the green-eyed boy who was standing next to you with a smile on his face. โ€œChaaa! 'ould you carry me? Pweasee...โ€ she said and Charles looked at you as if asking your permission to do so, you just nodded at him.
โ€œCan I?โ€ he asked shyly and you nod again.
โ€œYup, you can carry her inside. I don't have a problem with that.โ€ you said timidly and he approached you to bend down and take Lola in his arms and walk into the building.
For you it was a super cute image, it was as if it had happened before, as if all the pieces fit together, as if he were the missing piece of the puzzle. You smiled as you walked a few steps behind them, you had a strange feeling in your chest, a feeling of belonging, something you hadn't felt in recent months and in the last three years, Lola looked quite comfortable in the green-eyed man's arms while they talked about... You don't know, maybe they talk about superheroes or princesses? You have no idea, but the smile on your girl's face is inexplicable.
When you reach your apartment floor he lowers Lola to the ground, but she didn't want to get out of his arms.
โ€œNoooo, I don't wanna go in!โ€ Lola says, hiding her face on his shoulder.
You unlock the door, a small smile tugging at your lips. โ€œMaybe she wants a piggyback ride all the way in?โ€ You say, letting out a small giggle and he blushes.
Charles turns, a playful glint in his eyes. โ€œIs that true, little princess? Well, hold on tight, we have an adventure.โ€ he whispers softly at Lola and she had a bright smile.
He ducks through the doorway, carrying a giggling Lola into your apartment. You follow, a warm feeling blossoming in your chest. The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and Charles carefully navigates the small hallway, Lola clinging to his back like a happy koala, you can't help but laugh as you watch them.
โ€œAlright, superhero princess, your chambers await!โ€ you say towards Lola.
Lola throws her head back and lets out a peal of laughter. Charles reaches her bedroom door, a hint of shyness creeping into his smile. โ€œIs this the secret superhero lair?โ€
Lola nods vigorously. โ€œYes! But, shh, it's a secret, 'kay?โ€
You smile at your little girl. โ€œOur little secret, superhero. Now, how about we get you out of your superhero suit? Bed time awaits.โ€
You reach out and gently take Lola's hand, ready to help her down. But Lola hesitates, her eyes flickering between you and Charles.
โ€œCan Charl tuck me in tonight, Mommy?โ€ she asked softly.
The unexpected request catches you off guard. A warmth spreads through your chest, a surprising mix of shyness and something deeper. You glance at Charles, his gaze warm and understanding.
โ€œWould you like that, y/n?โ€ You meet his eyes, a silent question hanging in the air. Would it be okay? Would it be crossing a line? Charles seems to sense your hesitation. โ€œOf course, it's entirely up to you... Just thought maybe it would be nice for Lola to have a superhero story for bedtime.โ€ he smiles reassuringly.
You look back at Lola, her eyes pleading with a hope you can't deny. Maybe, you think, just this once.
โ€œAlright, superhero. But only because you saved the day from tantrums.โ€ you say while smiling softly.
Lola's face breaks into a wide grin. โ€œYay! Thank you, Charl! Thank you, Mami!โ€
You help Charles lower Lola to the floor, watching as he scoops her up again into a hug. A comfortable silence settles between you as he walks towards the room, the warmth of his presence lingering in the air.
***
Charles stands by the bed, holding a squirming Lola as you pull out a pair of fluffy pajamas decorated with stars. You manage to wrestle her arms into the sleeves, Charles chuckling as Lola tries to escape.
โ€œAlright, superhero princess, time to transform back into your regular self!โ€ you say smiling.
Lola lets out a dramatic sigh, then allows herself to be pulled into the soft fabric. Charles gently helps with the buttons, his fingers brushing against yours briefly. A spark of electricity shoots up your arm, making you blush.
โ€œThere you go, little superhero. All ready for your mission to dreamland!โ€ he smiled gently at Lola.
Lola snuggles into the bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. โ€œBut before I go, I need story! About a princess! Superhero!โ€ she giggles softly.
You exchange a glance with Charles. โ€œWell, how about we make one up together? Let's see, uhm... Once upon a time, in a faraway land, there lived a brave princess named...โ€ you chuckled.
You pause, looking at Charles for inspiration. He shrugs playfully. โ€œHmmm... Princess Lola! The bravest, strongest princess in the whole kingdom... But even princesses have problems sometimes, right Lola?โ€
Lola nods vigorously, sucking her thumb thoughtfully.
โ€œOne day, a terrible monster called Bedtime snuck into the kingdom! It made everyone feel sleepy and grumpy, and wouldn't let them have any fun!โ€
Lola gasps, her eyes wide. You continue, weaving a tale of Princess Lola's bravery as she confronts the monster Bedtime. Charles adds details, giving the monster a ticklish weakness and Princess Lola a magical cape that grants her super snuggles.
As the story unfolds, the tension in the room gradually melts away. Warm light bathes the room from a bedside lamp, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Lola's eyelids begin to droop, her thumb slipping out of her mouth.
With a flourish, you reach the climax. Princess Lola defeats the monster Bedtime with a flurry of super snuggles, restoring peace and good sleep to the kingdom.
โ€œAnd so, Princess Lola learned that even the bravest heroes need their rest. Sweet dreams, little one.โ€ he whispered softly.
Lola yawns, a tiny smile playing on her lips.
โ€œThank you, superhero... Charl... Night night mama!โ€ she mumbles drowsily.
โ€œBuenas noches mi niรฑa... Have sweet dreams! I love you so much!โ€ You whisper and give her a kiss on her forehead. (good night my girl)
Her eyes flutter shut, and her breathing slows to a gentle rhythm. You and Charles exchange a tired smile.
โ€œLooks like our superhero princess is out for the night.โ€ you whispered at him.
Charles nods, his gaze lingering on Lola's peaceful face. A comfortable silence settles between you, filled with a sense of shared accomplishment.
The silence stretches after Lola drifts off to sleep, a comfortable quiet that feels different from the usual solitude of evenings. Lola's soft breaths filled the space, a gentle counterpoint to the sudden tension between you and Charles. His gaze flickers from your daughter's sleeping form to your face, his eyes holding a warmth that sends shivers down your spine, a newfound appreciation for this unexpected moment.
There's a beat of silence, thick with unspoken emotions. You clear your throat, about to suggest to head out of her room, when Charles speaks, his voice barely a whisper.
โ€œShe's incredible, isn't she?โ€
You nod, a lump forming in your throat. โ€œShe really is...โ€ you say softly.
He takes a step closer, his presence filling the space beside you. You can smell his cologne, a now familiar scent that makes your heart beat faster.
โ€œThank you for letting me be a part of this... For letting me be a part of both of your lives this few weeks.โ€
His words hang in the air, a silent confession of his growing feelings. You meet his gaze, your own filled with a mixture of gratitude and something deeper.
โ€œThank you for being here, Charles.โ€ you say with your voice barely above a whisper.
The distance between you shrinks further. His hand reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your cheek. His touch sends a jolt through you, a rush of electricity that makes your breath catch.
Charles leans in slowly, his eyes searching yours, you don't pull away... Instead, you find yourself leaning in too, drawn to him by a force you can't explain.
The kiss is soft, a gentle exploration at first. His lips are warm and tender, sending shivers down your spine. It's a kiss filled with unspoken emotions: gratitude, affection, and, you might say, a little hint of something more.
You pull back slightly, your cheeks flushed. Charles's eyes hold a question, a silent plea for permission. You hesitate for a moment, then a small smile graces your lips.
โ€œMaybe she doesn't need to be the only one with a superhero story tonight...โ€ you whisper as a shy smile graces your face.
The air crackles with unspoken possibilities. Charles's smile widens, his eyes shining with a newfound joy. He leans back in, and the kiss deepens a little bit, filled with a passion you haven't felt in a long long time. You smile halfway through the kiss and in a rather clichรฉ way, you feel content and happy with everything that is happening in your life since perhaps this was what you needed. A breath of fresh air in your life and in Lola's.
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the-fandom-is-now-my-life ยท 6 months ago
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So uh...I know the odds of this happening is slim to none, but I figure I'll shoot my shot: the Creator having a little one, who is sporting a small diamond marking on their forehead? (Xiao, it's Xiao as the dad.) And for fun: Venti somehow gets blamed for this! :D
Tsarita: The Yaksha has an Anemo Vision. Of course someone who uses the element of Barbatos would be so forward as to try something with the Creator!
Venti: I DID NOTHING, WHY AM I BEING BLAMED?!
A forever diamond
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WC: ~600
Cw: Raiden is alloyist ๐Ÿ˜”
Imagine if this happened close to cloud retainer and she just side eyes Xiao like "this one is impressed the conqueror of demons has, what the younger generations call, rizz"
Xuezhuiโ€™s birthdays are a whole event for liyue, somewhat of an unofficial holiday, people are often given half day or the whole day to roam the streets, different vendors setting stalls with food and trinkets.
A room would get rented in the xinyue salon and the seven stars and the archons would accompany for lunch and a small dessert for the toddler.
As you finish eating and leave Xuezhui on the floor she starts running to a small group of children, zhongli trailing behind her so you could finish your conversation with keqing.
Regal as when he was an archon zhongli stands a few meters away from the little group of children playing tag. Sometimes he can't help but let himself drift in his thoughts, Xuezhui is so similar to Xiao when he rescued him, even when only a handful of people remember that day he can see it as clear as day. Could Xiao have spent his younger life as carefree as this little girl?
Suddenly he is snapped from his daydream by a scream and sobbing.
โ€œWhat is it, little one?โ€ zhongli leans forward where xuezhui was seated crying, some of her friends surrounding her. He saw her fall while chasing each other but it didn't seem hard enough for her to not keep playing.
โ€œIt hurrrttssโ€ her hands clasped on her forehead, tear clouding her eyes.
โ€œLet me seeโ€ softly he pries her hands away, expecting to see some flushed skin, maybe a bruise or some blood but it was neither of those, rather it was a small purple diamond โ€œ...interestingโ€
โ€œWhat happened over here?โ€ Quickly you walk towards them, worried about the soft sniffles and suddenly falling to the floor. She makes grabby hands so you perch her on your hip, smoothing her hair.
โ€œSomeone can't refuse her inheritance for too longโ€ he taps between his brows, letting you know. Swiftly you move her bangs, showing a small diamond just under her hairline.
โ€œI thought it was make upโ€
โ€œit would make sense with his depressive persona but as you already know adepti have no need for vision and merely wear one to comply with human expectations,โ€ he picks something up from the floor, a small golden plate before placing it on the silk in the back of her dress โ€œon the contrary, half adeptus like Ganyu need a vision to canalize elemental energy yet can use adeptal features to hone their abilitiesโ€
โ€œI can barely manage her as it's, don't tell me that was a visionโ€
His hand falls on your shoulder, a stiff smile trying not to laugh at you โ€œI would invest in fire insuranceโ€
Seemingly your defeated face was very visible, even from a few meters away, or you took a fair amount of time, as some archon and Ningguang were approaching you.
โ€œIs anything wrong I could help with?โ€ Ningguang speaks first, wandering what might have happened.
โ€œXuezhui fell, just a small nick on the foreheadโ€ zhongli snickers behind you.
โ€œif she hurt herself I'm sure Dr Baizhu wouldn't mind checking her up quicklyโ€ she attempts to check her but you change her to the other side, attempting to hide her mark.
โ€œShe is fine, she just got scared and is a bit cuddlyโ€
โ€œoh, what a shame, I wanted to try her beloved almond tofu but if she is so stuck with you we will have to leave it for another occasionโ€
โ€œAlmond tofu! Let's goโ€ she jumps out of your arms and jumps towards Raiden, who notices instantly the soft purple diamond โ€œmmh, what is this?โ€ she swipes her thumb over it but it doesn't smudge, the edges perfectly neat.
โ€œWho does that remind me of?โ€ Venti taps his chin.
โ€œthe vigilant yaksha?...โ€ Ningguang mumbles under her breath. She did know he took the role of your bodyguard but never thought your relationship would be so more intimate
โ€œSo in the end it WAS your faultโ€ฆโ€
โ€œbut he is from Liyue! It's Moraxโ€™s fault!โ€
โ€œBut he has an anemo visionโ€
โ€œWhat is that supposed to mean?!โ€
โ€œAll anemo vision holders are libertine or lazyโ€
โ€œHey! That is alloyism!โ€
โ€œwho would have guessed this would work out nicely for meโ€
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Agreement - R.L.
Flatmate!Remus Lupin x fem!reader
Giving your flatmate, Remus Lupin a blowjob to help him relax
Warnings: Smut, Oral sex male recieving, face fucking, pet names, cum swallowing
"Y/N." Remus asked from your doorway, and you raised an eyebrow. What was he doing in your room? He didn't often just come in, normally he was invited.
"Yeah, what's up?" You glanced over at him, brows furrowing. He had bags under his eyes and his cheeks looked sallow... he hadn't been taking care of himself and he probably had forgotten to take his potion. Which he needed to do. Soon. "You look like hell, did you take your potion?" You asked, and he shook his head, rubbing his eyes. He needed to, you knew that.
"Not yet, no." He glanced around your room, as if he was worried that someone was going to be in there, listening to your conversation. "Are you willing to do something for me?" He asked, and you nodded, putting your bookmark into your book.
"Uh... Sure, what's up?" You asked, setting your book down as you sat more attentively. He was quiet, chewing on his lip thoughtfully, as if he was trying to figure out how to ask what he wanted to ask.
"Give me a blowjob." He said, and you nearly dropped your book as you looked over at him, hoping that your face didn't betray your shock at him saying that. You'd happily do that... Remus seemed like he'd be fun in bed.
"Okay... I really thought you were going to say like 'go to the store and buy me eggs' or something along that line..." You said, and he shrugged.
"I think it would help the aggression." God...
"Are you feeling agressive?" You asked and he scoffed, giving you an annoyed look. Fair, that was self explanatory and you knew it.
"Of course I am. You know I am." Remus snapped, and you rolled your eyes. Werewolves. So dramatic... probably. Remus was the only one that you'd met.
"Normally you just... handle it, I don't know." You said flippently, and he was quiet.
"How did you know that?" He asked, and you chewed on your lip. Caught.
"The walls are thin, Remus. I know a lot of what you get up to." You murmured, giving him a half smile. He grimaced, picking at the ends of his sleeves as he spoke, clearly not appreciating how easily you had said that to him.
"That's incredibly disconcerning, I don't like that at all." He mumbled, and you shrugged, kicking your feet up on your desk once again. Clearly this would probably just end in a conversation, nothing more, so there was no need to be sitting at attention.
"Move out, then. Get a more expensive apartment." You sighed, and he was silent for a moment, leaning against your wall, fiddling with his fingers.
"Are you listening to me on purpose?" He asked, and you felt your face get hot. Yes. But only sometimes, only when you needed to get off... only when you wanted to fantasize.
"No."
"You're lying." He said, and you shook your head. Yeah, you were lying but he didn;'t need to know that.
"I'm not lying, I have never intentionally tuned into you while you're wanking, Remus." You said, and he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stretch up, the hem of his sweater coming up as he did.
"I have." He sighed, and your head snapped away from the strip of skin and back to his face. What?
"Hm?" You asked, and he shrugged, tucking his hands into his pockets as he kicked his foot at the ground.
"Intentionally tuned into you while you're wanking... or while you're being fucked." He said, and you felt like you were going to fall out of your chair. What the fuck?
"Why?" He asked, and he shrugged, taking a step closer to you as he spoke. God, this energy looked fucking good on him.
"Becuase I know I could do it better than any of them. I'd have you trembling and screaming within moments and they can't even last long enough to make you cum. You've got horrible taste in guys." He said, and you rolled your eyes. Most of them were scared off by Remus, it wasn't as if you had a long line of suitors.
"Shut up." He flicked his eyebrow up at you.
"Come suck my cock and I will." He said, and you tried to ignore the pang between your thighs. This was all about making him feel better.
"Demanding."
"Tie your hair up and get the fuck over here." He said, and you did just that, standing up to walk over to him.
"Sit on the edge of my bed." You sighed, and he nodded, sitting down with his hands splayed behind him, a small smirk on his face. The way that the deep scar on his cheek distorted it slightly... God.
"Okay..." He said and you walked over, falling to your knees beside him. You didn't miss the way that he inhaled sharply at that, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. You unbuttoned his pants, tapping his hip lightly so he would lift his hips. You dragged his pants down his thighs, his boxers quickly following, making his cock spring up against his stomach. It was thick and long, intimidating. You brought a hand up to wrap around it, unable to meet your fingers on either side. He was bigger than moast people you'd been with... and he probably knew how to use it.
"Holy fuck." You murmured, brushing your thumb over the tip, making him jump as he hissed out a breath. So sensitive.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked, and you smiled up at him, jerking your hand up and down his cock, making him let out a low and throaty groan.
"Nothing... You're just really big." You said, and you kissed up the side of his cock, flicking your tongue over the veins. "And your cock is really pretty." You murmured, and he let out a nervous sort of chuckle, clearly trying to keep from thrusting into your face.
"I don't know if I agree with that..." His voice jumped up as you brought the tip of his cock into your mouth, licking over the slit, tasting the precum that was leaking from it. It made your cunt throb.
"You taste good." You murmured, pulling back for a moment to lick up the side before sucking on the tip again, enjoying his movements, the way he was quickly becoming desperate. There was a reason people finished so fast when they were with you.
"Please get on with it." He groaned, and you opened your mouth wider, taking him further into your mouth, choking when he hit the back of your throat. He pulled away from you. "You don't have to take it all, I understand-." You shook your head, looking up at him with a wide smile.
"I want you to fuck my throat until it's raw, Remus. Stop being polite when you were just being demanding." You said, and he nodded, taking a deep breath.
"... Okay." You swallowed him down quickly, forcing yourself to take him all the way down your throat, making him let out a loud shout of your name. Your neighbors were gonna hate this... not that you cared. "Merlin's... fuck... your mouth is so warm..." He moaned, and you bobbed your head up and down, trying to take more of him. You wanted all of him down your throat.
"Mmmph." You groaned, and he pressed his hand into your hair, lifting his hips to fuck into your throat, making him hiss.
"Tight... your throat is so tight." He sighed. "Holy shit, you look even prettier than I could've imagined." You blushed, but pulled back. He was being too gentle, too sweet... he needed release, he didn't need sweet.
"Fuck, Remus. I'm doing this so you can take out your aggression. So use me." You instructed, and you watched as he shivered, throwing his head back for a moment. He was beautiful, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat, his stomach rising and falling quickly, knuckles white as he gripped your comforter. He looked nearly feral when he glanced back down at you, shaking his head.
"You can't talk like that." He said, and you shrugged, smirking at him as you leaned back in, flicking your tongue out across his tip.
"Then shut me up, or I'll continue." He pulled you back down, letting out a laugh that almost came off as bitter.
"You're so fucking cocky." He fucked your face faster, making you choke around him. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you thought of him taking you like this, fucking your cunt until it was ruined for anyone else. "It'd be annoying if you weren't fit." He grunted, and your eyes rolled back as he forced himself deeper. You breathed out of your nose, wanting to let him use your throat for as long as you could.
"You were made for this. Made to be my cocksleeve, weren't you?" He groaned, and you blushed. You would've nodded had he not chosen to increase his pace. Fuck.
"Mhm."
"I bet your cunt is even better... I'll be taking that soon as well. Maybe I should just do this every time I get angry... come in here and fuck you until I'm relaxed, would you like that?" He pulled you up by your hair, glaring down at you as you gasped for air. "I asked you a fucking question." He said, and you nodded. God, that sounded good.
"Yes... Open door policy." You coughed, and he nodded, giving you a large grin as he tugged your hair, making you swallow his cock once again
"Good girl. That's what I was thinking." He murmured. He held your head down, making your eyes water as your nose pressed agianst his pelvis. You dug your nails into his thighs, choking around him as he let you go, let you get a breath in before he began again, fucking your throat in earnest. God, this was hot.
"Fuck, you're so good at this baby, so good..." You brought your hand between your thighs, rubbing at your clit, whimpering at how swollen it was. God, you wanted to cum. Above you, Remus growled, yanking hard on your hair. "Don't touch yourself, I want you to be horny for me... in case I need more. Gotta have you ready." He groaned, and you pulled your hand away, whimpering at the loss as you chose instead to scratch at his legs, making him let out a high moan. Fuck, he sounded so pretty.
"I'm getting close baby. So close." He groaned, chewing on his lips as he continued fucking your throat, his pace getting sloppy. This was perfect... Remus Lupin using your throat, you could cross something off your bucket list.
"I'm cumming..." He held your hair, making sure you wouldn't pull off... not that you were planning on it. "Fuck... Y/N! Swallow it... Take it all, baby." He gasped as he came down your throat. You swallowed around him frantically, moaning at the taste... God, everything about him was utterly intoxicating. You sat back on your kness, giving him a wide smile before you let yourself drop onto his lap.
"Jesus, that was..." You sighed, shaking your head.
"Was it too much?" He asked, and you shook your head, easing him back onto the bed.
"Remus, that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced." You promised, him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek as you settled down beside him.
"Really?" He asked, and you nodded, lunging forward to press a kiss to his lips. He looked shocked when you pulled back, and for a moment you were worried that you'd misread the situation, before he pulled you back in, kissing you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, grinding your slick cunt onto his skin blindly, needing any friction you could get... God, you needed to feel him inside you.
"Yeah." You rolled on top of him, straddling his waist. "I need you to fuck me." You said, and he let out a long sigh, chuckling at the end of it as he shook his head, resting his hands on your hips.
"I need to recover for a moment... Can't... I need to rest. But we will. I promise." He said, and you nodded, looking away from him as you slid to the side, feeling embarrassed as you sat on the edge of the bed.
"Right, sorry." You said, and a moment later you felt his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back down beside him.
"S'okay." You laid like that for a moment, silent, existing in each other's space. "You know? We actually do need some eggs and some bread... milk too..." He mumbled into your hair, and you chuckled.
"I'll go get them." You sighed, and he let out a groan as you stood up, taking yourself out of his arms. You watched as he burrowed into the blankets, giving you an almost-glare.
"Hurry back. I'll be waiting." He mumbled, and you paused for a moment. He was going to fuck you when you were back... there were steps that should be taken.
"Should I get condoms too?" You asked, and he shook his head, giving you a large, lazy grin as he rolled over, laying on his stomach. He looked good, tangled up in your sheets.
"Oh, we're not using them, just take a potion..." He paused for a moment, looking worried. "Is that okay?" His question was soft and gentle, a far cry from the first one he'd asked this evening. You gave him a smile as you shrugged on your sweater and nodded. There was nothing more okay than that.
"Fuck yes. I'll be back." You said, shutting the door behind you with a large grin growing on your face, replacing the tentative one from moments earlier.
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444paigebueckers ยท 5 months ago
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PART 3: out of my league - paige bueckers
prologue previous part
โœฟ๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š: ๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šก ๐š๐šŽ๐š– ๐šž๐šŒ๐š˜๐š—๐š— ๐šŠ๐š๐š‘๐š•๐šŽ๐š๐šŽ!๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š›
โœฟ๐šœ๐šž๐š–๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐šข: ๐šข๐š˜๐šž, ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐š˜๐š–๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š‘๐š–๐šŠ๐š— ๐šŠ๐š ๐š„๐™ฒ๐š˜๐š—๐š— ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šข๐š˜๐šž๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ๐š•๐š ๐š๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•๐š˜๐š™๐š’๐š—๐š ๐šŠ ๐šŒ๐š›๐šž๐šœ๐š‘ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐š ๐š™๐š˜๐š™๐šž๐š•๐šŠ๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š–๐š™๐šž๐šœ, ๐š™๐šŠ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šž๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š”๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ. ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š•๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐š’๐š›๐š•?
โœฟ๐š ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ: cussing?
โœฟ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š: 582
โœฟ๐™ฐ๐™ฝ: ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š’๐šœ ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š›๐šœ๐š ๐š๐š’๐šŒ ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š™๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š / ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐™ธ ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ๐šœ! ๐š‘๐š˜๐š™๐šŽ ๐šž ๐šŽ๐š—๐š“๐š˜๐šข :)
๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜…,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜† ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜…,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜† ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜…,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜† ๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸโ˜…,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ::๏ฝฅ๏พŸ
You swing the coffee shop door open, nervously surveying the room for her and her cerulean eyes that never fail to put you in a trance.
At that moment, you catch her glance. She smirks at you, gesturing for you to come join her at the table in the corner.
"Hey!" you greet her, still with a bit of hesitation and nerve behind your tone.
"Hey, freshie! glad you could make it," she replies, licking her lips.
"I'm gonna be honest when I asked you to go for coffee, I was completely unsure of where to go. Like, I still don't know much about Storrs so I spent the night Googling and looking at Yelp reviews," you admit as you scratch the back of your head sheepishly.
Paige bites her lip and laughs, "Don't worry about it, you made a good choice. Plus, I'll give you some mercy- I still don't know my way around Storrs even after being here a year already."
"So, uh, wanna order?" you suggest. "It's on me, you know, since you went out of your way to find me and give me my bottle back."
Paige smiles at you, "I'd like that."
The two of you get up and place your orders. Soon after, you receive your iced chai latte, along with her iced coffee, you carefully carry them back over to the snug corner table you'd both claimed.
Paige smiles up at you, quickly getting up to help you bring the drinks to the table.
The two of you settle yourselves at the table, awkward silence rising.
Finally, Paige decides to break the silence. "So, how's your first few days at UConn going?"
You sip your drink and reply, "It's pretty good, I mean I've met some pretty cool people already and I'm starting to settle in."
"Am I one of them?" she teases. God, you couldn't keep yourself from blushing as she messed with you like that.
You tease back, "I guess you could say that."
The two of you spend the next hour getting to know each other further, on a friendship level of course (?).
Abruptly, KK walks in, her eyes filled with surprise at the sight of Paige with you, a girl she's completely unfamiliar with.
"Paige!" KK shouts across the cafe.
"Oh fuck." Paige mumbles as she slowly turns to KK.
KK quickly approaches you both, giggling as she walks over.
"Soooooo......who's this?" KK asks, looking you up and down, maybe out of slight interest.
Paige catches onto KK's intrigued glance and replies, "This is Y/N. She's on the soccer team at UConn. She's a freshman so I figured I'd get to know her."
You smile at KK, "Hey! Nice to meet you."
KK replies, "I'm KK, Paige's teammate. You're new around here?"
"Yep", you reply.
KK grins mischievously, "Oh my god, you should totally come out to Ted's with us tonight then. I'm sure the team would love to get to know another athlete and it'd be a fun way to meet new people. What do you think Paige?"
Paige smiles and nods, "That sounds great. You seem super cool and I'd love to spend more time around you."
THE Paige Bueckers just told you she wanted to spend more time with you, right after you both went on a one-on-one essentially unofficial date. You still had no idea if she liked girls or not but your days at UConn kept feeling more and more like a dream come true.
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the-one-who-lambs ยท 4 months ago
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hi hey holy fuck i'm done with this. I tried to render for the first time following a "15 minute" tutorial and my noob ass turned it into a 3 hour learning experience. But now I have Narinder's reference for The Risen Lamb and the Fallen God! Rambles under readmore
SO I BARELY DRAW because I started learning how to draw like... May of last year, and then went bonkers over the summer making lots of progress and once the school year started in august I dropped it to focus on writing... and have drawn basically 1 thing in between then and now. Anyway. Last week I remembered, oh yeah, I used to draw sometimes. And suddenly had an all consuming urge to practice again.
And you know what? I forgot how fucking FUN drawing is. I take it much less seriously than I do my writing so my technique for now is pretty much "go ham and try a bunch of shit because you're getting practice and having fun with it anyway". and it IS fun until I try to do a specific thing and can't figure out how so thanks to those who tuned in to my stream tonight to see me push through the frustrating part of finishing this LMAO. uh according to the krita file this took me 13 and a half hours
If you didn't catch it a while back, the one thing I drew during my kinda-art-hiatus was my Lambert reference! Normal outfit, casual outfit (that they sometimes wear while off-duty, usually when visiting Ratau or just hanging out alone), and wedding outfit ^^
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...Which means now that I have my narilamb references I can commission my friends. i have a few people who i already plan to open my wallet for.
"Ive already drawn you fanart for ur fic and now the outfits are very slightly wrong :<" ITS FINE I AM CHERISHING IT FOREVER PLS DONT CHANGE IT ITS PERFECT
"is it okay if i draw your designs" Why do yall think i would be mad about this i will eat that shit UP i would fucking LOVE that and I'm already foaming at the mouth because i'd been asked that a couple times while i was drawing narinder's reference lol
I'm still a beginner and constructive criticism is welcome! Will probably make less intensive references for the OCs in Risen/Fallen or at least draw them, Thenana and Juno for sure
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rogueddie ยท 1 year ago
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Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four
For the next three days, Steve spends all his time hanging with El.
It's fun. She makes a little routine, once they find things they both enjoy, and does the best she can to make sure they're both happy. Steve is only confused when Hopper acts like she's really young- he can see how mature she is. She's practically a grown up!
It's calm, quiet, repetitive. That's why, when Hopper bursts inside one day, he's startled.
He's not supposed to be back for a while yet.
El is up, immediately, with a dark expression- like she's gearing up for battle. "What is it?"
"The Harringtons are home," Hopper says as he grabs some of the things the group had gathered, temporarily belonging to Steve. "They were asking too many questions. It's not safe for him here."
"Where will he go?"
"Munson said they can make room. They'd never think to look for him there and, knowing him, kid can probably hide him better than us."
El nods, satisfied, moving to help bag Steves things.
"Am I in trouble?" Steve finally asks.
"Not if I can help it," Hopper mutters.
"You are not in trouble," El quickly clarifies. "We are trying to make sure you are safe and happy. Eddie can do that for you, now that we can't. He cares for you. It will be ok."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."
Neither let him help them get things together for him, reassuring him that they can take care of it- of him. El tries to include him, quietly asking him to get his yellow sweater.
But, soon, they're speeding out and and away from the little cabin that Steve has grown to love.
With how small and cramped it is, it felt so homely. Cozy. Lived in. Every corner is used for something, so many little signs of love and family- from the dishrack distant enough from the sink for two people to wash and dry, to the polaroids of El and her friends stuck to the walls.
It's why, when they pull into the trailer park, Steve feels hopeful.
The door opens, as soon as they stop, Eddie darting out to meet them in the middle. He grabs the bag, crouching a little to scoop Steve up and hold him on his hip, the same way Robin did.
"I got him," he says, reassuring. He looks too frantic for it to be convincing. "Go."
"Keep your radio on," Hopper replies. "Stay safe, kid!"
The engine starts up, pulling out and away, before Eddie can even step inside the trailer.
Another man is there, lounging on the sofa- he offers a small wave when he notices Steve looking, voice low and warm when he says; "hey kid, you alright?"
Steve nods, a little too nervous from the rush and new place to speak.
"I'm gonna get him set up in my room," Eddie explains, as he starts towards the hallway.
"Yell if you need anything!"
"That's my uncle," Eddie explains, as he steps inside the end room. Theres marks and tack on the wall, where posters used to be displayed but since taken down. "He's a big ol' softie, don't worry. He's gonna love you."
It takes Steve a moment to notice that the matress is the only bed in the room.
"Stay out of this draw," Eddie says, snapping his fingers to get Steves attention. He glances at the drawers, before patting the top. "Actually, don't go in any of these. Out of bounds, got it?"
"Out of bounds," Steve repeats, nodding.
"I'm gonna have to hang these up with my stuff," Eddie continues, opening his wardrobe. "Or... in this little box? Yeah, that's perfect, I'll just put them in here."
The box is sat at the very bottom, not too high and out of Steves reach.
"Uh... my guitars, too, don't touch them."
"I won't touch your things without asking."
"Thanks. But that's all, I think. Any questions?"
"Where am I sleeping?"
"There." He points to the mattress.
"Oh... where will you sleep?"
"The sofa. Wayne and I have a whole schedule figured out. It's a pull out bed, don't stress, it's fine."
"But your bed is here."
"And you're sleeping here."
"But it... you should sleep here. It's your room."
"Would you rather share?"
Steve looks to the mattress. It's not big, barely more than a single, but he's still small. Eddie is thin.
"Yes?"
"Boys!" Eddies uncle calls, before Eddie can reply. "Food!"
"We'll talk more at bedtime, alright?" Eddie offers.
Dinner is a quiet affair. Eddie seems uncomfortable the entire time, eventually admitting that they don't usually sit down for dinner- but Wayne quickly points out that they used to, when he was a kid. He points out that Steve deserves a nice family sit down too.
Steve struggles to keep him mouth shut, face neutral, at that. Despite only just meeting the man, the ease at which he offers his home and family is... Steve isn't sure. But it makes his stomach squirm, full of warmth and affection.
Most of the day is spent in front of the TV. Eddie is the only one really watching though- Wayne spends most of the time teaching Steve how to play cards.
The sky is turning dark with the setting sun when someone starts frantically pounding at the door.
"Where is he?" A familiar voice asks, when Eddie finally answers the door. "Hop said he's here, right?"
"He's here, come on."
Wayne gestures for Steve to come back out the little cupboard Eddie hard pointed to, for him to hide in.
"Steve," Robin sighs, crouching down so she can pull him into a painfully tight hug. "Are you ok? How are you doing? Do you need anything? Are you safe here? I can-"
"Buckley," Eddie snaps. He's smiling though, playfully smacks her shoulder. "He's fine, we're taking care of him."
"Good, that's good," she says, voice distant. She's too distracted, looking him over. She pauses when she lifts his hand, spotting the nail polish. "Oh, wow. These are, uh... really pretty. I didn't know you could paint nails so good."
"El did them," he quietly admits. He glances from Wayne to Eddie-
Who holds up his own hand, showing the black nail polish he's wearing.
"Not as cute as your yellow, but hey, black is my color."
"Black isn't a color, dipshit," Robin snorts.
Steve looks to Wayne, who wiggles his eyebrows when Eddie and Robin start bickering- which quickly devolves into playful wrestling.
"Ed," Wayne says, clicking his tongue. "Time."
"Oh, fuck," Robin replies, jumping up. "I have to go."
"So soon?" Steve frowns.
"Aw, don't give me those eyes, I have to! I wasn't meant to go out at all. I'll come back tomorrow, ok? I'll figure out something we can do. Deal?"
"Deal!"
Once Wayne has seen Robin out, he turns to Eddie with a raised brow. "Time for Steve to sleep, Eds."
"It's only-"
"Ed."
"Yeah, yeah, alright. Come on, big boy."
Standing in Eddies room, they both stare at the mattress. Steve turns to him, hands on his hips, raising his eyebrows at him.
He rolls his eyes, grumbling, "alright, fine, we'll try both of us. But don't whine when we don't fit or you're uncomfortable!"
He continues grumbling, as he digs through the wardrobe and some drawers, muttering about how he hasn't had to wear a pajama set for years.
Steve points to the bed, once they're both changed; "you get in first."
"Bossy."
Once Eddies laying down, Steve crawls in beside him, curling up to his side the way he does with his mother. It's so rare that she'd let him spend a night cuddled with her, but it's always brought so much comfort.
He's surprised that it's no different when it's Eddie that he's cuddling up to- he thinks it might be better. There's no complaints about sharing space with him, rather about the space.
"Is this ok?" He has to ask.
"Yeah," Eddie mumbles, shifting a little, arm curling a little tighter around him. "Yeah, it's alright."
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n3ptoonz ยท 1 year ago
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mk1 dialogues with the outworld guys!
a/n: only some characters will have flirtatious lines, while others i can't stand so they WILL get made fun of (i'm looking at you shao.)
i get reiko has fans, so i pander A LIL BIT๐Ÿ™„i can't with havik tho im sorry i didn't grow up w his character so ๐Ÿง๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ
for syzoth reader is a demon that can shapeshift cause he clearly got a type (ashrah is so freaking pretty)
enjoy ;p
Rain
you: i like wizards
rain: i don't like being called a "wizard"
rain: you couldn't handle the son of a god.
you: if you mean in a fight, probably not, otherwise, absolutely
you: i don't mind getting a little wet from rain
rain: you earthrealmers sure are painstakingly persistent.
rain: i would never court a commoner.
you: you won't be saying that after this match, i guarantee it (wink sound effect).
Reptile
syzoth: if you're from the netherrealm...do you work for quan chi?
you: when i was brain washed yes, now i am reformed and seek redemption
you: do not be afraid, i am kin to ashrah and share her ideologies
syzoth: never thought i would meet so many demons in this life
syzoth: you see what you like? i mean like you- see-
you: demon got your tongue?
you: i find you adorable in both forms, syzoth
syzoth: hey, that's my line!
Shang Tsung
shang tsung: how could I bring harm to such a fine specimen?
you: the same way i'm about to
you: stop flirting with me, sorcerer
shang tsung: not until you consider my offer of ruling the realms by my side
shang tsung: i wouldn't fight me if i were you, i could split your body into eighths
you: tough talk from a man with a silk press
you: you wanna kiss me so bad
shang tsung: kiss, kill, life is all about wonder
Reiko
reiko: you dare poke fun at the ways of an Outworld warrior?
you: uh, you should've seen how you looked shadow boxing at Raiden, I had to laugh
you: come here often?
reiko: wha- you came to my house!
reiko: you just won't quit, will you?
you: there's just something about meatheads that do the trick
you: kiss me, k-k-kiss me, infe-
reiko: it was ONE drunk night!
General Shao
you: just big and greedy
shao: careful, kung lao might overhear you.
shao: ha! you think your puny little self could win against me?
you: you were bested by a farm boy with a sleeper build. nothing about you scares me
you: reiko did not get his looks from his father
shao: soon you won't live long enough to compare!
shao: if i win, you serve as my consort
you: you actually have to have power first to have such imagination
Baraka
baraka: your flesh smells amazing.
you: thanks, new fragrance I made mys- oh you meant as food.
you: so like, does your mouth ever get dry?
baraka: that is the stupidest question i've ever been asked since my affliction
baraka: every day i wake up in aguish.
you: i asked you what time it was...
you: i would ask you to dinner, but you'd run straight for the civilians
baraka: i cannot help what i've become- wait, ask me to dinner?!
Havik
you: what in the actual fu-
havik: continue and you won't be having a mouth either!
havik: why are you looking at me like that?!
you: i'm trying to figure out just how the hell you and baraka pronounce your M's and P's
you: impressive you didn't die from getting a face full of lava
havik: it's probably the only thing liu kang did right!
havik: don't tell me to relax! i lost half my face!
you: hey, you could chill on the whole realm domination and killing a god thing, just saying
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a/n: this was so hard to write omfg i don't even like half this list๐Ÿ˜ญlet me know if y'all want kameo dialogues either in comments or ask box
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