#Lucy's 1.3k surprise

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Seams drabble: Patch

{ Part IV: Notch | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: None

Summary: Ellie finds a Pride-themed sew on patch that leads to revelations.

Warnings: Pure fluff and love for this girl, some angst, coming out, total disregard of canon because I don't know how it goes in the game.

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This idea struck me out of the blue many months ago, and I was waiting for 'the right place' in the series, until I mentioned it to a dear friend in passing conversation and then I just started writing it. Very lightly edited. Set at unspecified time frame after Part IV.

Ellie hums to herself from her spot in a cosy corner of the Outfitters, one watchful eye on the door. It’s an uncharacteristically slow Saturday, but she’s not complaining - she has her hands full.

A big canvas sack lies empty on the floor, its contents strewn haphazardly all over the wooden floor. The mess drives you up the wall, but you know better than to question her (very questionable) methods, so you’re ensconced in the safety of your studio while she sorts through the clothes and odds and ends that the patrollers brought back from their most recent outing.

Though infrequent - most settlements around Jackson have been painstakingly pilfered for anything useful over the years - it’s her favourite duty at the shop. Lucy is looser with the rules, but sometimes, you let Ellie keep little knick knacks that won’t sell.

The teenager goes through the pile thoroughly. Shirts go in one stack, jeans in another, followed by shoes, hats and scarves. Turning to the heap of smaller loose trinkets, she separates mismatched buttons, safety pins, shoelaces and zippers (as Maria always says, every little help), when something colourful piques her attention.

Plucking the piece of fabric out of the jumble, Ellie recognises it as a decorative patch that she’s seen sewn onto bags and shirts. It’s the size of her palm, cut in the shape of a rainbow, the colours still bright. Over the arches, bold white text outlined in black spells out NYC PRIDE 2003.

Tucking it into her pocket for now, she quickly finishes the rest of the sorting. Clothes go into the bin to be collected by the laundry, shoes for the cobbler’s, and accessories into a box to be priced and shelved.

Ambling into the back of the shop where you’re busy hemming a pair of jeans, Ellie plops into one of the rolling chairs, straddling the back of it, and the wheels screech as she careens across the floor to your sewing station.

Your lips quirk as you look up briefly at her. ‘Find anything interesting?’

‘Just this,’ she replies, flashing you the patch and reading aloud, ‘NYC Pride 2003. What does that mean?’

‘There used to be a big pride parade for the LGBT community every year in New York City,’ you explain. ‘They used to close down the streets and everything for it, it was a huge event.’

Ellie blinks, your answer taking her by surprise. She clears her throat, a distant buzzing at the back of her head as she turns the patch over pensively in her hand. ‘What - do you know what it was like?’

‘I’ve never been to one, but it always looked incredible. People used to line the streets in support, and everyone dressed up. There’d be rainbow flags everywhere, floats, dancing, music, and of course, it was an important way for the community to highlight and push for LGBT rights.’

‘You mean -’ she pauses, the unfamiliar feeling of stumbling over her words making her hands sweat. ‘You mean, people would just be out in public, like, being themselves?’

‘More than that - they were celebrating themselves.’

Ellie doesn’t realise she’s fallen quiet until you speak, ‘You can keep it if you want.’

Her head snaps up, disoriented. ‘Keep what?’

‘That.’ You nod towards the patch she’s clinging onto so tightly that her knuckles have gone white.

Panic prickles the back of her neck, an embarrassed heat suddenly making her want to pull at the collar of her flannel. But then you shrug and say, almost flippantly, ‘It’s pretty.’

‘Yes,’ she blurts out in hasty agreement, letting out a breath she’s been unconsciously holding. ‘It’s very pretty.’

Ellie is relieved when you turn back to the sewing machine, leaving her to retrace her steps to the front of the shop. The patch sits on the counter, where she leaves it, as she goes about her business for the rest of her shift.

Her eyes travel to the rainbow, and she thinks of how she wasn’t like the other girls at school, who fawned over dogeared photos of singers and actors long dead. She thinks of how she’s always known she’s different, but didn’t have the vocabulary to express it.

She thinks of Riley.

Riley.

For Riley.

When half three rolls around, you spot the teenager lingering by the studio doorway out of the corner of your eye, her backpack dangling from her fingers. Any other Saturday, you’d be lucky to catch the blurry shape of her shadow when she gallops out of the shop, throwing a see ya over her shoulder.

Thrown by her silence, you prompt, ‘Yes, Ellie?’

Scruffing the tips of her well-worn sneakers on the floorboards, she bites her lip in an atypical display of hesitance. ‘Pin, could you help me sew the patch onto my backpack? Please?’

You smile, eyes soft. ‘I’d love to. C’mon.’

‘You don’t have to do it now,’ she protests, feigning nonchalance, but her twitchy hands give her away. ‘Like, whatever, it’s no big deal.’

Wanting to put her at ease, you shrug. ‘No time like the present. Where do you want it?’

Putting her bag on your work surface, she points. ‘Guess right here under the wings.’

‘Perfect. Can you unzip the bag for me?’

You have Ellie hold the rainbow exactly where she wants it while you thread the needle, and you start sewing it in by hand, stitch by tidy stitch. It barely takes a couple of minutes, but time is of the essence - you haven’t heard the girl take a single breath of air since the anchor stitch.

Snipping off the thread with a flourish and giving it a once over, you grin. ‘There, all done.’

Ellie ducks her head, quiet as she takes the bag from your hands, running a thumb over the arches of the rainbow. Without a word, she suddenly throws her arms around you, hugging you tight.

‘Thanks, Pin,’ she mumbles into your hair.

Your heart swells, and you squeeze her back even tighter. ‘Anything for you, kiddo.’

On Monday morning, Ellie hovers in the hallway outside the kitchen, observing.

Joel is at the table, oblivious with his back to the door, her breakfast of two fried eggs over and easy and toast waiting at her usual spot at the table. Taking a deep breath, she bites the bullet and walks in, backpack in her hand.

‘Mornin’,’ grunts Joel, almost done with his own eggs, sunny side up.

‘Morning,’ she parrots back as she makes herself comfortable.

She usually just dumps her bag on the floor, but today, she pulls out the chair next to her and drops it into the seat. The unusual movement catches Joel’s eye, and he takes a good long look at the backpack.

Eventually, he points vaguely in what she assumes is the direction of the rainbow patch, and says, ‘That looks new.’

‘Yup, Pin helped me sew it on.’

He purses his lips, asking around a mouthful of egg. ‘You know what Pride is?’

She swallows thickly, and it takes a beat to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. ‘Yeah, Pin told me.’

He nods, then turns his attention back to his plate with no fanfare.

Not entirely sure if he caught the nuance but her mind too in knots to care, Ellie picks up her fork and doesn’t think twice when he gets up to put his dish in the sink.

She nearly chokes on eggs when strong arms close around her shoulders in a vice-like grip, scratchy beard on her temple, Joel’s voice so thick that it makes her think if she turns around, she’ll see tears in his eyes.

‘Proud of you, baby girl.’

Later that afternoon, Joel finds you alone in the shop, restocking the women’s outerwear rack.

You toss him a smile over your shoulder. ‘Hey, what are you doing here?’

‘Lucy ‘round?’ he asks.

‘When is she ever?’ you quip with no bite.

Three steps and he’s spun you around by the waist, soft lips latching onto yours in a sweet kiss with just a hint of heated aftertaste that has you swaying on your feet when he pulls back.

A breathless laugh bubbles in your throat as you palm his whiskered jawline. ‘Why, thank you for that, Mr. Miller.’

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and he brushes his nose tenderly against your cheek. ‘No, thank you, sweetheart.’

Notes: I hope I wrote Ellie's coming out as sensitively as I hoped to. As I mentioned, I have no idea how or if she comes out in the game, but despite being such a chatty teenager, I think she'd find it difficult to broach the subject with Joel in conversation. For me, this was a fun way of weaving in her part-time job at the Outfitters and Pin into her coming out story that stays true to Ellie's character. I hope you enjoyed this - comments and reblogs appreciated as always!

P.S. I am not 'back' back, so I don't know when I will next update Seams. Thank you for your patience while I try to navigate my way back to some semblence of writing regularly, whenever that may be.

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Comforting Him (Lucius Malfoy)

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Introduction:

Lucius has lately had many nightmares. Y/N wants to comfort him - and as it’s Christmas soon, she decides to give him a surprise or two.

This is a request from @sevsnapes. Thank you for your request!

I hope you enjoy! Merry Christmas🎅🏻

Published: 12/25/2023

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Word count: 1.3k

Warning: Nightmares, fear of abandonment and mentions of death

Lucius jolts up in bed, trying to regain his breathing. It’s the middle of the night, and he just woke up from a nightmare. He has lately had many of those - nightmares about his father, nightmares about Azkaban, nightmares about the Dark Lord…

It’s been almost a year since the war ended and the Boy Who Lived won, but Lucius still lives in fear. What if he will be back? What if he will punish him?

He returns back to reality when a hand gently grabs his. It’s his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. They have been together for six months now. After Lucius lost his wife Narcissa thanks to the war, he never thought he would be happy again. But he did when he met the woman who’s currently next to him in bed, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Are you okay, Luci?” she gently asks.

“Yes…” Lucius replies, barely above a whisper.

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Could you do a Lockwood x reader where he does little stuff for the reader without thinking? Like he buys her something he’d think she’d without a second thought and he doesn’t notice till George or Lucy comments about it. Thank you :) ❤️

Subconscious actions

AN: This was such a cute prompt, thank you! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: fluff, George is done with Lockwood being oblivious, Lockwood is a hopeless romantic <3

Word count: 1.3k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Lockwood was one of those people who would do anything for others without even thinking about it. He was selfless to his core, almost to the point he would literally die for you and the rest of his team and wouldn’t think twice about the decision. But he was also selfless in aspects of doing things for others because of the fact he knew it would make them happy, and you were one of those people he loved to see smile.

Although Lockwood tended to be quite hard on himself and didn’t always let people in, he couldn’t help but soften up when you were around, he practically turned to butter when he saw you. The two of you had become pretty close over the last six months since you moved in to 35 Portland Road, but of course you could never say anything to one another about your feelings. George and Lucy knew of course, they weren’t that oblivious.

“I’ll make myself a cup of tea then” George grumbled as Lockwood left the kitchen with two cups of tea in hand - one for him and one for you. “Is he running around making teas again?” Lucy asked, no surprise in her voice at all “I swear that boy is so lovestruck it’s making me feel ill” she continued as she sat at the table, which made the two of them laugh. “Shall we tell him, that we know?” she asked “Lucy, do you think he even knows himself?” George said as he rolled his eyes “Lockwood’s so oblivious I think even the whole of Fittes and Deprac will know before he does”

"George! Come give me a hand with the shopping will you!" Lockwood called as he entered the house, arms ladened with carrier bags. George made his way down the stairs, cleaning his glasses as he went, before looking to Lockwood "please tell me you didn't blow the months budget again, or I'm going to have to stop you from going out by yourself." "Oh George, do you really have such low expectations of me? Besides, y/n gave me a list of all the things we were running out of" Lockwood flashed George one of his charming smiles before he heaved the bags down into the kitchen "That answers my question then" George grumbled as he followed Lockwood through the house.

The two boys slowly put away the groceries in a steady rhythm, being quite used to the job since living together for over a year. Whenever George came across something that they didn't usually buy he left it on the table, sure that Lockwood had a reason as to why he bought it. "So, are you going to tell me why you brought home half the stores chocolate selection, pastries, and some weird fancy tea" George asks, looking puzzled at the box of tea bags in his hand "What kind of tea has coconut in it anyways?" "Y/n said she was feeling homesick, I guess I thought they would make her feel better" Lockwood shrugged in response as if it was nothing to worry about.

This carried on for weeks, Lockwood never really thinking much more than how happy you always looked when he gave you something new, but you thought it was really sweet. You weren't sure if there was a reason why Lockwood was so keen on doing little stuff for you, you were sure that it wasn't because he liked you, so you never said anything incase it made things awkward. Surely he did this kind of thing for George and Lucy too right?

Walking home one morning from a case, dawn was breaking to reveal a soft blanket of mist lying over the park you were walking through. It was still early spring so there was a chill in the air "It's days like this where I wish I brought a coat on cases" you shuddered, your breath forming clouds in front of you "The sun will come over soon I imagine" George said as he checked his watch. Without even giving it a second thought, Lockwood shrugged off his coat and placed it over your shoulders "Lockwood, I-, you didn't have to" you gave him grateful smile, in which he flashed you one in return "I can't have one of my best agents shivering to death. Besides, I'm almost never cold, practically warm blooded" he said as he slid his hand into yours, his warm touch feeling like a furnace on your icy fingers. "You're human, Lockwood, of course you're warm blooded" George said as he rolled his eyes, but Lockwood simply batted away the comment with his spare hand.

When the team got back to the house, Lucy and George pulled Lockwood into the kitchen while you went upstairs to shower. "Jesus wept Lockwood, this is getting insufferable" George cried, in which Lockwood just gave him a confused look in return "I'm not sure I follow George..?" "We're talking about you and y/n, Lockwood. Have you even told her you like her yet?" Lucy said as she boiled the kettle. Lockwood gave an uneasy chuckle and his cheeks flushed red "I- no, I haven't. How did you even know?" "Oh Lockwood, you are one of the most oblivious people I know, for someone who's ego is so big" George said, shaking his head, "Oh come on, now that's not fair" Lockwood gave out a small laugh, but Lucy and George just gave him unimpressed looks in return.

With Lockwood now conscious of his actions, you noticed he was a little more distant. Less impromptu teas or purchases of your favourite snacks, you weren't sure if you had done something but you knew you needed answers. One evening when Lucy and George had gone to bed, you found Lockwood in his usual spot in the library reading his gossip magazines. You had brought in two cups of tea for the pair of you, which he thanked you without making eye contact. You sat in an armchair opposite him "Lockwood, what's the matter? Have I done something to upset you?" you questioned "No, no of course not! The very opposite I assure you y/n." "Then what's going on with you? You seem distant is all..." He took a long sip of tea, his ears turning a little pink "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be. I've just been dealing with some things is all" He finally answered and gave you a soft smile. You placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile in return "You know you can tell me anything Lockwood, no judgement on my part." He couldn't meet your eyes - "I've really started to like you y/n... I guess I show that with all the things I do for you" he hesitantly answered. Even with the surprise confession, you couldn't help but laugh, which made Lockwood's eyes shoot up to meet yours "I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd see a flustered and shy Anthony Lockwood with my own eyes, you're always so confident" - you calmed your laughter and softly enclosed your fingers around his "I like you too Lockwood."

One you and Lockwood had gotten over the awkwardness, you finally went back to normal. Lockwood didn't stop doing little things for you, he actually started doing it more. He started subconsciously packing a jumper in your kit bag for cold nights or letting you borrow his coat without asking. Sometimes he'd bring you back books from the store or bunches or flowers he's see growing near the road - he was a hopeless romantic really, but he'd never been happier.

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i saw ur post about lucy gray angst so im here to request 🙋🏻‍♀️

Ok so reader is lucy grays bsf and corio comes to district 12 and meets reader and starts taking a liking to reader and lucy gray gets jealous but then reader reassures her and they kiss and get together 🫠 please and thank you💕

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I'll hide you in my poetry.

Lucy Gray Baird x Fem! Covey Member! Reader Summary: Lucy Gray wasn't the jealous type, but oh, did she feel terrible when she saw Coriolanus with you. Warnings: none Word count: 1.3k ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Lucy Gray wasn’t the jealous type, everyone knew that. Yes, she could enact revenge if she wanted to, but it was very specific and rarely happened. Her shoving that snake down Mayfair’s dress? Bound to happen! Don’t send your boyfriend's ex into the hunger games.

But she was full of love, so it wasn’t surprising that she got a thing for you of all people. She knew you for years, having grown up together after leaving the man that took care of them before he died of black lung. Your family had helped the Covey get to their feet again for the short amount of time your parents were alive. The rampant deaths from black lung affected your family and later passed. Out of thankfulness, Lucy Gray offered you join the Covey and help them with shows. Thankfully, you accept.

Her romantic feelings weren’t immediate, but her affection grew overtime. It didn’t happen while Billy Taupe was dating her, but she couldn’t deny a place in her heart was saved for you.

After Lucy Gray found Billy Taupe was cheating on her with Mayfair, she didn’t try putting that on your hands since 

Lucy Gray sang love ballads hidden behind platonic love, singing about the beauty of your eyes and how she would get lost in them, and your kindness and how you were bound for the good. If she can’t tell if you love her like she does, she’ll say they’re platonic and are just grateful for your care.

After being sent to the Capital for the Hunger Games, she had grown fond of Coriolanus, her mentor. Of course, Lucy Gray would talk about her life back home, it being suggested after she said Wovey reminded her of Maude Ivory. She would go on long streams of compliments and say you were born with beauty she could never describe but try her best anyway.

It enchanted Coriolanus too.

Lucy Gray’s time spent in the Capital and in the arena wasn’t fun for obvious reasons, her time spent mainly worrying about her life being on the line, how the Covey was holding up in District 12 and how you were helping them. She hoped the shows were still doing well without her there.

Once she got back to 12, Lucy Gray had almost run home if it wasn’t from exhaustion and stress. If her time back home wasn’t spent getting food to eat, bathing, and sleeping, maybe she would have confessed to you.

Life had gone back to normal only a couple weeks later, the Games not being prominent in Lucy Gray and the Covey’s life after. Though it was only mentioned before shows to remind the audience she was a victor.

You had gone back to your job assisting the Covey in getting the cash donations from the audience and getting their things to and from the house. The days went by normally.

But who would have thought Coriolanus would follow Lucy Gray back.

The summer heat had gotten as bad as the year before, humid with the smell of sweat and coal from the coal miners, their uniforms still smelling of the two. Lucy Gray had gotten the idea to spend Sunday at the lake house, needing to get away from her problems and stress after the Games. Coriolanus had been allowed to go along since peacekeeper work and had gotten tiring and he was offered to relax too.

Like it was stated before, Lucy Gray wasn’t naturally sadistic or vengeful, she wouldn’t commit violence unless she was in a situation where the other person swung first, or she truly needed to. It wasn’t like her jealousy was prominent before Coriolanus became more obvious with his feelings.

While at the lake, Coriolanus would try sweet talking to you. Though you would make jokes about how his accent and slang was odd, he’d continue trying his best to get you to realize how he really felt.

Lucy Gray would watch and listen with disdain for his sweet talk. She couldn’t deny that you were gorgeous and a sweetheart, but she couldn’t stop herself from becoming jealous.

The day passed slowly for Lucy Gray, watching as you laughed with Coriolanus, his smile a little too wide for her liking. She would occasionally break into the conversation to try and bring the attention back to her. Part of her wanted to try sweet talking with you but didn’t think it would work. If you liked her, it would be obvious right now.  She did care for Coriolanus for the fact he took care of her in the Capital but trying to get with you? Ew!

The lake water shimmered under the moonlight, the firelight covered the grass around the Covey and Coriolanus. They sat with each other and sang happily, making campfire foods from their bags. On the other hand, You and Lucy Gray were inside the lake house, fixing the wet swimsuits. She had gone silent from annoyance, which you noticed throughout the day.

Lucy Gray had spent her time by the fire not wanting to sing for her guest or trying to partake in the sing-alongs either. Simply eating her food quietly, making remarks when she was expected to. The day eventually needed to end, leaving the campfire put out with a bucket of lake water while the Covey and Coriolanus had gone inside.

You watched as Lucy Gray tried going inside too, quietly making her way to the door to go to bed.

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“Lucy Gray,” you mutter and grab her arm, stopping her gently from leaving you outside alone. She looked back at you blankly, almost solemnly, causing you to tilt your head. “You’ve been a little quiet.”

Lucy Gray hesitantly nodded and pulled her hand away. “Just don’t have anything to say,” she remarked and looked down at the ground.

“Bit surprising,” you smile at her but it quickly fell when you realized she pulled away. “What's wrong, Lucy Gray?”

Lucy Gray paused for a moment, looking at you as though you were a puzzle she was trying to solve. She spoke again.

“Do you like… Coriolanus?” She asked, looking at you with a saddened expression. Your eyes widened at the idea whatever you felt for Coriolanus, of all people, would be a possible lover. “I understand if you do.”

“What?” You mumble and narrow your eyes. Lucy Gray looked away from you, not wanting to get too teary eyed when she spoke.

“I… I want you to reconsider. Please,” Lucy Gray said, stammering slightly. “I know I’m your friend but I’ve been in love with you for a long while. And if you truly love Coriolanus, I can understand but know there will always be a place in my heart for you.”

It was only seconds after Lucy Gray had spoken that your hands held the soft flesh of Lucy Gray’s face, keeping her close as her lips pressed against yours. She almost instinctively pulled away before realizing who was kissing her. You!

She had only dreamed of how soft your lips were when you got her attention, each time you smiled and spoke she wished she could touch your lips. She was now and couldn’t believe it was real life. Her hands had gone to your clothes, holding on tightly as she kept her eyes closed almost as tightly as your grasp.

You didn’t pull away for what felt like hours, keeping her to your body out of -what could only be described as- desperation. Your and Lucy Gray’s breathing had grown quick with what she thought was proven adoration. It didn’t matter if you both stopped in a couple seconds and went inside, she would just hope you would give her more kisses later in time. But you didn’t pull away now and whatever you had planned for the night with her didn’t matter, as long as you held her in your arms.

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[writtenontheport]

Walk Me Home?

George Karim x (gn) Reader

Part 3: As the days go by (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 4)

Warnings/Tags: Reader is not an agent, Slow burn I think!!, Lucy and Lockwood being little shits my beloveds <3, Reader is an exchange student from abroad (vague), uhhhh I’m blanking but this is mostly fluff and self-indulgent, nerd Reader, Risking your life for the bit if the bit was knowledge

Notes: I CAVED. I could not go another day without writing an exchange student reader, physically hurt me not to 😔

Summary: George finds out that risking your life is a thing many people do; chief among them being the very people he cares about most. You’re no different, but at least you aren’t fighting ghosts. That’s a start.

Word count: 1.3k+

George settles into a schedule that slots you into his life with ease. You slide into the repertoire of his thoughts as if you’d always been there, waiting patiently to be noticed.

Every single thing in the world had a challenge, and yet the only thing you came with was a smile and a promise. Even Lockwood and Lucy had their own challenges; the challenge of keeping them alive chief among them. It was a challenge he understood and accepted with their line of work, but to finally meet someone mostly unattached to such a risk… It was strange.

You had come from abroad, far enough that news of the Problem was near non-existent and were not an agent. When visiting the British Isles for the first time, the Problem had barely been explained to you in anything other than harsh whispers and frustrated advice. This, you had told him, just a few weeks after you met.

“Everyone was so hurried all the time to get anywhere, and then, after curfew, London would be a ghost itself,” You told him once, sitting across from him at the same table you’d shared for months now. “When I had to go back home, I put in a request at my school to be part of an exchange programme. I can still remember how surprised the Dean looked when I told him I wanted to go to Britain.”

George understood why that was, shrugging lamely as he flipped to the next page of his book, “I wouldn’t send anybody here if where I lived didn’t have the threat of Visitors constantly over my head. I would send myself, but that’s out of scholarly interest.”

You chuckle lightly at the comment. “I ended up doing just that, so I can’t blame you.”

George hums in response, eyebrows lifting in the manner they do when he’s agreeable. “Must’ve been easy to find an exchange though…”

“Oh, very,” You say easily, “In fact some of the parents started sending me letters as soon as they found out someone was applying to exchange. Had very enticing terms they did— basically promised me a dowry, some of them. I didn’t even have to marry anyone.”

“Well I hope you took it,” he laughs, resting his cheek against his hand as he looks up at you, watching the light catch your eyes like a twinkling star, “Would be a pity if you didn’t.”

“I did,” you reply, mirroring him with your opposite hand as your sparkling gaze trails where your fingers nearly touch. His eyes drop to where you bump a knuckle into against his fist, and something curls in warm delight in his chest.

You don’t say anything more, and he’s too distracted to pick the conversation back up before you’re both packing to leave. Over the months, your visits to the library have gotten longer, and your walks take up enough time that he makes it back to Portland Row just as curfew’s setting in. Lucy and Lockwood always greet him like the cunning wolves they are, hungry for a scrap of gossip. Lockwood, he expected this from— the man reads gossip magazines as a hobby after all— but Lucy’s prodding seems to mostly come from a genuine interest in his life. For all their bickering, he knew Lockwood and Lucy truly just cared about his wellbeing.

So, a month or so into your… shared library visits, as he’d taken to calling them, he started to fill the two in on a few details. Sometimes they’re small things, like your favourite colour or the last fiction book you’d read, but other times he’d give a little more and tell them things like: ‘They’re from abroad’ or ‘They’re here, willingly, on an exchange program’. They wouldn’t get off his back for days when he told them the Problem was what kept you in Britain after your initial visit.

“You two are basically made for each other,” Lockwood coos, and George swats him on the chest for it. “Risking your lives for research and study and all that.”

“He’s right, if I hadn’t grown up with it, I certainly wouldn’t have sent myself into it,” Lucy adds, sitting far enough away that George can only glare at her. She holds up both hands in surrender, but looks at him intently.

George deflates a little against the table as he plops down, thinking over the fact you might just be as reckless as the two martyrs-in-the-making in front of him (as reckless as himself, though he would never admit it). It doesn’t genuinely disappoint him, but he likes to give Lockwood and Lucy the idea that recklessness is not a good trait by exaggerating his disapproval. Still, he preens at the thought that you really would fit right into their little home here in Portland Row.

“Where do they live for now, anyway?” Lucy asks around a mouthful of supper, doodling into the thinking cloth with every chew.

“Someplace North of the library, always took us 10 minutes to walk there.”

“You walk them home?” Lockwood asks, giddily smiling as if this was his library rendezvous they were talking about. George ignores him without so much as a glance.

“They’re living with an older couple raising their grandkid, who’s now been sent off to live elsewhere for the duration of the program,” he says instead.

“Now hold on—“

“George, you didn’t answer my—“

He tunes them out a little as he hides behind an old newspaper he’d brought to the table. It would be easy to just tune them out for the whole night (heavens know he’s done it more than once when their arguing got too loud), but something about you… always, always had him talking. It was as if the thought of you lit a fire in his lungs and he needed to talk about you to let the smoke clear, your smile a spark to light the flames.

“Yes, I walk them home,” He finally relents, dropping the newspaper to glare at them both. It doesn’t stop the twin grins from growing on their faces, but the admission makes something flare in the cavity of his chest. Smoke, fire, far-off stars, and peace from abroad; you really were giving him the world and more just by being in his.

“Would you fancy coming round one of these days?” he whispers to you, pinkie wrapped around yours. It’d been a week or two since you bumped a knuckle against his hand, and you had steadily built up to holding each other’s pinkies while reading across from each other.

You look up at him, and sparks fill his lungs with quick fire. “To your agency?”

“Yeah, Lucy and Lockwood have been bugging me to introduce you, but I’ve been putting them off because they can be… a lot.” He tugs on your pinkie absentmindedly, and your eyes flit at the motion. Something preens in his chest as you tug on his pinkie in return.

“If they’re anywhere as lovely as you, I’m sure we’d get on well. Intense or not.” Your smile catches in the light, popping against the bleak library walls and tall bookshelves. “Not today, but maybe we can set up a time when?”

George feels thankful you even said yes, with all that he’s told you about the two of them (he does not voice this). “Absolutely.”

When it’s time to walk home, you don’t ask anymore if he’d walk with you to avoid someone. Instead, you link pinkies, and walk the cobble streets back with the sun on the horizon. Unbeknownst to him, whose fires rage in the cavity of his lungs at your smile, your heart hammers against the bones of your ribs at his.

“Meet again tomorrow?” You ask, hopeful as ever with your glittering eyes.

“As long as you’ll be there,” he responds easily, a smile finding its way onto his lips.

A/N: I caved. I gave reader a lil bit of backstory. I hadn’t meant to, but UGH I just love exchange student au. Anyways, sorry this took so long, I was in the midst of a personal sweets shortage and lost the motivation to write (I am not joking 😭) hope you fellow George lovers sleep a good night with your pillow cold <333

[hurtcomfortficstilltheend]

Masterlist

I usually write gender neutral reader, but I might slip sometimes with female pronouns. There is no use of "(Y/N)".

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader

Rainy days and tired souls

Summary: Natasha and R take a break after a tough mission, some painting, some crying, and some comforting.

Warnings: mention of injuries (nothing graphic), hurt/comfort, fluff. Soft nat ;)

Word count: 865

Wanda Maximoff x gn!reader

Study sesh gone wrong.

Summary: It's finals week and you are overwhalmed, Wanda helps you get through a rough study session. (College Au)

Warnings: Academic stress, being very overwhalmed, flow state is a bitch sometimes, hurt/comfort, fluff at the end.

Word count: 862

Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

Mateine is the new caffeine

Summary: Wednesday tries mate for the first time, by the hand of her partner, R.

Warnings: None! Only fluff! soft!Wednesday

Word Count: 1178

Necromancy? No, cardiopulmonary resuscitation!

Summary: When the time comes, will reader be able to save her girlfriend? (or: The final battle, but make it angstier)

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, Death.

Word Count: 1281

Lucy Carlyle x gn!reader

The C in Concussion stands for Cuddles!

Summary: The aftermath of the screaming staircase case (Doubt Thou the Stars episode), Reader gets a concussion and there might be some cuddles involved.

Warnings: ghost-fighting (brief), getting a concussion (feeling dizzy and confused), hurt/comfort and fluff (I know, very surprising).

Word count: 1623

A little post-river pick-me-up.

Summary: R makes panqueques con dulce de leche (argentinian crepes filled with a milk based caramel) for the team after the shiver-inducing Thamesis fiasco.

Warnings: Falling into the Thames (chapter 7 follow-up), me sugarcoating the end because I'm weak for this fandom and this fandom only, and fluff.

Word Count: 1.9k

Sometimes it's just better (not to know).

(Multichapter)

Summary: When you get a gut feeling that something is targeting 35 Portland Row -and therefore your family-; how far will you go to protect it?

Warnings: angsty angstt, violence, a lot of nightmares and witchy stuff, reader has the gift of precognition.

Word count: 2.2k

Nancy Drew x gn!reader

When a Counterspell Backfires, Part 1.

Summary: After not taking it seriously for some time, breaking the curse Temperance casted on you and Nancy proves harder than expected.

Warnings: angst, deteriorated health mention, passing out.

Word Count: 1.3k

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Style- Garrett x OC

Garrett x Lucy

Description: Garrett likes Lucy’s style.

Word Count: 1.3k

Lucy, in general, was well known for her fashion sense all around Forks. People considered her clothes to be…eccentric at best and just plain odd at worst. She, like Alice, was a fashion designer. Their styles were drastically different, though. Alice loved to work with darker colors. It made sense considering she, along with the rest of her “family,” were extremely pale and darker shades worked best with such a skin tone. Lucy, meanwhile, always went with more colorful pieces. She took more risks and honestly, they usually paid off. She made brighter colors work for her.

As a matter of fact her bright clothes were what first caught Garrett’s attention. All the other vampires in the Cullen home (permanent and temporary) wore dark and muted colors. It seemed that black, white, tan, dark blues, etc were the unofficial dress code. Well, except for the second shortest girl of the Cullen clan. Instead, she wore a seventies inspired dress with white, yellow, pink, orange and brown vertical stripes as well as long white flower lace sleeves along with three inch white platform shoes to get her up to a solid five foot three inches.

Almost as soon as he saw her, their eyes met. It didn’t take them long to understand the bond between them, which brought a smile to both their faces. Their eye contact didn’t last long before Garrett’s eyes trailed down to her outfit, examining it. She took the time to do the same to him. Normally, she absolutely detested dark colors because they just felt so basic and flat to her. But that all seemed to change when Garrett wore them. He made them look good to her, which was not an easy feat.

With her study of him done, she found herself looking at his (admittedly handsome) face and trying to gauge his reaction to her clothes. By this point she was used to the looks she received from the other residents of Forks and even a few vampires that were now in her home, but for some reason Garrett’s gaze felt different to her. Perhaps it was the fact that he was her mate? That was the best she could come up with as she watched him.

It looked like he was trying to figure out whether he liked it or not. For the first time since she’d started designing she felt…self conscious. She hated it, it made her feel awkward and shy, not wishing to know what he was thinking. Either way it was hard to tell as he kept his face totally neutral, which did not help in the slightest.

Just when she felt like she couldn’t take it anymore, he finally looked at her. Once again their eyes met, though instead of having an impartial gaze, his eyes now had a hint of mirth in them. They matched the small smile that formed on his face as he spoke.

“I like your style.” That was all he said, but it was more than enough for Lucy. She found herself smiling in relief as she thanked him.

Garrett was pleasantly surprised to learn that her attire wasn’t just for special events, but were in fact her everyday outfits. It was a breath of fresh air for him, which in turn made Lucy pleasantly surprised. She found herself becoming giddy that he liked her style. And it seemed that her fashion sense wasn’t the only style he liked about her.

The next morning Lucy, Garrett, Zafrina, Bella, Edward, Carlisle, Ramona, Benjamin, Eleazar and Kate had gathered in the woods a few miles away from the Cullen home. They’d decided to practice channeling their powers and train for whatever could potentially come from the confrontation with the Volturi. The others watched as Bella took hold of Edward’s hand as Zafrina focused her gaze on both of them, presumably making him see something that the others just couldn’t. The man shook his head as he looked around, eyes looking rather distant compared to the rest of him.

“If she weren’t holding my hand right now, I could swear this was real,” Edward muttered as he shook his head, impressed. Bella also shook her head, but for a different reason than her husband’s.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Edward, you didn’t tell me your mate is a shield,” Eleazar piped up. While a look of understanding appeared on the boy’s face, Bella just became more confused.

“What’s a shield?”

“It’s a defensive talent,” Lucy explains.

“It’s why I couldn’t read your mind, even before. And why Aro couldn’t,” Edward adds, looking at her.

“You have a very powerful gift,” Eleazar concluded. Lucy then watched as Kate suddenly grabbed Bella’s hand. They stood there for a moment, then the Denali girl dropped her hand with an impressed expression.

“Oh yeah, she’s a shield alright. Should’ve put her on her ass.”

“Or your voltage has been exaggerated,” Garrett spoke up from beside Lucy, making the others look at him. Kate turned to him with raised eyebrows, holding her hand up as if she was daring him to touch her. It seemed that the man wasn’t one to back away from a challenge because he took a step towards the blonde and began reaching out.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Lucy warned, though he took no heed. As soon as their fingers touched Garrett was electrocuted enough that it caused him to fall to the ground. A gasp escaped Lucy at the sight, and she watched worriedly as he stood up. He didn’t seem to be hurt from what just happened. Instead he looked impressed.

“You are an amazing woman,” he said simply. A twinge of jealousy shot through Lucy as the duo shared a smile. She hadn’t felt this way since 1948, when her sister and Jasper met and almost instantly fell in love, and she instantly remembered how much she hated it. It wasn’t a good feeling seeing something like that and she was tempted to leave. Before she could do so, Benjamin suddenly faced her.

“Lucy, Edward tells me that you have a unique gift. I’ve been meaning to ask what talent you possess,” he said, which effectively turned everyone’s attention to her.

“Oh, you wanna talk about a powerful gift?” Laughed Ramona from the other side of Benjamin. That instantly eased the tension in Lucy’s shoulders and she found herself smiling at the girl.

“Well? What is it?” The Egyptian boy asked curiously. Before answering Lucy took a deep breath and closed her eyes, feeling her body morph into who she wanted to look like: Benjamin.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” she finally responded. What surprised everyone was how similar she sounded to him. It was almost creepy how uncanny it was. An amused smile appeared on Carlisle’s face.

“If you couldn’t tell, Lucy has the power to shapeshift and perfectly mimic whoever she thinks of,” he explained to the others.

“And that includes power recreation,” Lucy added. She looked down at the ground and hovered her hand. Just moments later a Juliet Rose bloomed out of nowhere. Within seconds she looked like her normal self, and she looked around at everyone else. Those who hadn’t seen her powers looked thoroughly awed by the show, but no one more than Garrett.

“Incredible,” he breathed out, which made her look at him. If she thought he looked impressed by Kate’s show of powers, he looked absolutely amazed by hers, like he’d just seen something life changing. Lucy knew that if she was still human, she’d be blushing with the way he was looking at her. She watched as he crouched down and picked up the flower. He kept his eyes on the flower as he stood back up, and their eyes met once he was at his height. A small smirk appeared on his face as he brought the flower up and nestled it into her hair.

“I like your style.” And just like that, things felt normal to her again.

[mrmeowski]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦 & 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫✦˚🔞

Synopsis: You were merely concerned about Lucifer's well-being; you knew he had a tendency to overwork himself, but you weren't going to let him this time, especially because it was the weekend. You wanted to bring him some food since he missed lunch, but it turned out that he didn't need it at all He just needed you.

CW: Rough creampie, slight name-calling, nipple sucking, mating press, spanking

Pairing/s: Lucifer x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

As the day wore on, Lucifer's absence became increasingly noticeable, especially to you. You hadn't seen him since morning, and he hadn't shown up for lunch. Concerned, you decided to take a tray of food to his office, knowing that he's often there burdened with work.

The large, wooden door to his office was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open, the familiar scent of old books and parchment wafted out.

"Luci?" You called softly, stepping into the room.

The office was dimly lit, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the heavy curtains. Amidst the towering bookcase, he was slumped over his desk, surrounded by piles of paperwork. He seemed so engrossed in his work that he hadn't even noticed your presence.

"Luci!" You called out again, a little louder this time.

He jumped at the sound of your voice, his scarlet eyes widening in surprise.

"Oh, [Name]," he coughed, straightening up and attempting to smooth down his disheveled clothes. "W-What brings you here?" You sighed, setting the tray of food down on a small, clear spot on his desk.

"I was worried about you," you said. "You missed lunch, and I hadn't seen you all day." He averted his gaze, he can't stare at you for long when you're giving him that look.

"I got caught up with some urgent matters," he mumbled, his eyes darting back to the tray of food. "I didn't realize it was already so late." You frowned, your thumb brushing softly against his cheek.

"It's the weekend, Luci," you chided gently. "You shouldn't be working yourself to the bone like this." You can clearly see his hesitation, so you sit down on the empty seat in front of him. "I'll stay with you while you eat," you offer, your hand traveling to his as you do so.

A low, rumbling purr escaped his chest as your soft hands massaged his tired ones.

His eyes, a deep carmine, flickered with a mix of emotions before he finally spoke, "My love, I appreciate your concern, but..." He interlaced his fingers with yours, bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. His cold fangs grazed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, and his grin held a hint of mischief. "I have a different craving this afternoon," he murmured, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a thrill of anticipation through you.

You felt yourself drawn into the depths of his scarlet gaze, unsure if you should feel fear or excitement.

Before you knew it, you found yourself locked in Lucifer's chamber, at his mercy. The past few minutes had been a blur of sensations as he indulged in his sadistic desires. Your skin still tingled from the sharp sting of his hand against your backside, and your skin bore the marks of his passionate grip.

His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered husky words of encouragement, his fangs grazing your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. The room echoed with the sounds of your pleasured cries and the rhythmic slaps of skin against skin.

"My beautiful [Name]," he purred, voice thick with desire. "Your pleads are music to my ears." His hands roamed your body possessively, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of his ownership.

The sharp bite of pain mingled with the intense pleasure he elicited from your body, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy. You felt utterly his in that moment, surrendered to his will and desires. His passion consumed you, and you found yourself craving more.

 You ached to feel the fullness of his cock within you, and each time the angry red tip brushed against your clit, you couldn't help but push down eagerly, seeking the satisfaction that always seemed just out of reach.

But he relished teasing you, drawing out the anticipation.

"So eager, my love," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Patience... you must learn to control yourself." His hands found their way to your hair, gripping a handful and pulling your head back, exposing the delicate skin of your neck.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he nuzzled your neck, his lips brushing against your sensitive skin. He kissed and nipped at your pulsing neck.

"Luci, please..." You breathed, "I.. I need you." Your plea hung in the air, thick with anticipation.

His lips curved into a mischievous grin.

"Look at you, so pathetic, begging a demon for pleasure," he whispered, amused. "How far you've fallen, my dear... How deliciously dirty you've become." His words sent a rush of heat through your body, a mix of shame and desire.

As you felt the tip, slick with precum, tease your entrance, your breath caught in your throat. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and you found yourself wanting, needing more.

"Please, Luciii..." You whimpered with desperation.

"Patience, my sweet little lamb," he grumbled, "... But I suppose I'll humor you." With that, he thrust deep into you, filling you completely.

The sudden invasion took your breath away, and you moaned loudly, your eyes widening in surprise as a stinging sensation filled your eyes. He stretched you to your limits, and you could feel every vein and ridge as he slid inside.

His hips snapped against yours, his movements deliberate and controlled. With each thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the force of your need.

"Do you like that, my love?" His voice was rough with desire. "Do you like being filled by me?" You could only nod, your breath coming in short gasps as he continued his relentless thrusts.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a rhythmic accompaniment to your passionate dance.

His hands slid down your thighs, his grip firm as he pushed your legs up toward your shoulders, exposing you completely. The pressure of his hands on your thighs was intense, and you wondered if he might break your legs with his strength, but at that moment, you didn't care.

He held you pinned to the mattress, his cock buried deep within you, and you felt a rush of pleasure at being so utterly dominated. You felt like his fortunate prey, trapped and helpless against his powerful form.

"You're such a perfect little plaything," he growled, "Made just for my cock to pleasure..." His hands tightened on your thighs, his grip deliciously torturous. "So beautiful and obedient, shaped by the very hands of destiny for my pleasure." He leaned down, his lips seeking your hardened nipples.

He nipped and sucked, his fangs grazing your sensitive flesh, sending shocks of pleasure through your body.

"My little toy," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your skin. "Born to be used by me, to satisfy me." You could feel your walls tightening around him, driving him to moan against your breast as he continued to attend to your sensitive nipples with his fangs.

His tongue swirled and teased, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

The pace of his thrusts increased, and you could feel him sliding in and out of you with urgent need. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, a symphony of pleasure and desire.

His breath quickened, his hips snapping against yours with increasing speed.

"M-My love..." He gasped, "I'm close... so close." His hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he chased his release.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he cried out, his body shuddering as he spilled himself deep within you. His cock twitched with each pulse, filling you with his essence. You could feel his warmth spreading inside you.

You thought the storm had passed, but you knew better than to assume it was over. He had only just begun, and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon. Perhaps not even for the next few days. The thought both excited and terrified you.

Without protest, you found yourself flipped onto your stomach, your reddened backside now presented to him like a canvas awaiting his artistic touch. You knew he had that mischievous grin on his face, and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as he planned his next move.

He loves to play with his food before devouring it, and you were his favorite delicacy.

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Choose a Side

The Bradfords Series Masterlist (4/?)

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!cop!reader

Summary: Lucy asks for your opinion on a date, not expecting you to take sides. You do choose a side, but not the one she thinks.

Warnings: fluff, banter, grumpy!Tim

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

A/N: There are two random references in this (an Eric Winter movie and a previous Tim fic). Which is completely irrelevant. Enjoy.

The station is quiet when you walk through, but you know better than to get comfortable in the calm moment. It’s not superstition for you, just that you know the people you work with, and even if there aren’t many calls, it still won’t stay quiet for long.

“Hey!” Lucy calls behind you.

You smile at her interruption and stop walking so she can catch up to you. As she approaches, you notice that she’s looking over your shoulder.

“Is Tim with you?” she asks.

“No,” you answer, “he’s helping Angela with a case. Do you need him?”

“What I need is a second opinion and I do not want his.”

“Okay,” you drawl. “What’s up?”

“So, I’m going on a date tonight.”

“Please don’t say it’s with a cop,” you murmur.

“With a firefighter.” Lucy stops and tilts her head to ask, “Is it really that bad to be with another cop?”

You raise your hand to her arm and smile. “Lucy, I’m kidding. Tell me more.”

“His name is Alex. He’s been a firefighter for a few years since he got out of the Army. We actually met while playing tug-of-war and he was super flirty, but apparently he actually likes me!”

You ignore the odd way they met and choose to say, “Don’t sound so surprised he’s interested. When’s the date?”

“What date?”

You and Lucy look up together, wide-eyed at the sight of Tim approaching. He furrows his brows and keeps his eyes on you rather than looking at Lucy.

“I’m cheating on you?” you try.

“What date?” Tim repeats, completely ignoring your attempt to remove suspicion from Lucy.

“I have a date,” Lucy admits, “with a former soldier who is now a firefighter.”

“Killer turned arsonist. Way to pick them, Chen.”

“You were a soldier,” you point out.

Tim turns his chin toward you long enough to argue, “And you used to be nice to me.”

“Tim," you warn.

“Didn’t your last boyfriend leave you so heartbroken you bought jewelry from the evidence room?” Tim asks.

“I bought that because I like it,” Lucy defends, crossing her arms across her chest. “This is different.”

“Which station does he work at?” Tim inquires.

“Does that matter?”

“Yes,” you answer, with Tim. You frown as you add, “Sorry.”

“29,” Lucy says quietly. She raises her voice and glares at Tim to challenge, “Do you want his shoe size and social security number as well?”

“Lucy, some of the stations are known for having firefighters that are terrible people. Trust me, I’ve met more than my fair share on calls,” you explain. “Tim’s just trying to look out for you on that one.”

“Oh, so you’re taking his side. That’s great!”

“Lucy,” you reply with a laugh. “29 is a good station, right down the road, so we would know if it wasn’t. They’re good people.”

“As good as firefighters can be, you mean,” Tim adds. “What’s his last name?”

“Tim,” you chide. “That’s none of your business.”

“There can’t be that many guys named Alex at station 29.”

Tim pulls his phone from his pocket, and you snatch it out of his hand.

“If you call Nell to ask about him, I will take Kojo and Lucy to the station on my lunch break to hang out with firefighters.”

Tim shakes his head before he turns to face Lucy.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working instead of talking about date night outfits?” he asks.

“Oh, outfits!” Lucy exclaims. “We didn’t get that far!”

“Nope,” Tim interrupts. “Get to the shop, we’re going on patrol.”

“But I never got a second opinion.” Lucy pouts as she looks toward you, and you smile.

“Lucy, it sounds like you and Alex get along really well. You should go, have fun, and just see where the relationship may be able to go.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Lucy says, raising her arms to hug you.

“Boot,” Tim barks when the hug lasts for a second too long. “Shop.”

“He’s so grumpy today,” Lucy whispers in your ear as she pulls back.

Tim nods at you before he turns to follow Lucy to the garage. You look down at his phone in your hand and smile. He’ll realize before he leaves and come back for it, and this time, you will let him know that you really did pick a side.

“I need that,” Tim says as he returns.

You tuck his phone behind your back and use your other hand to grip the collar of Tim’s uniform and pull him closer. Face-to-face, you look into his eyes before you speak.

“Don’t look into him,” you demand.

Tim’s brows pinch before he asks, “What do you mean?”

“Tim Bradford, if you start a fire just to meet Lucy’s date, it will look like you care about her. A lot.”

Tim clears his throat softly, then nods once. “Can I go now?”

“Sure,” you agree, smiling as you release his collar and step back. “But she’ll tell me if you interrogate her in the car.”

“Why does it matter who my boot dates or when?” Tim inquires as he straightens his shirt.

“I don’t know, Tim. Why does it?”

Tim grumbles as he takes his phone from your hand.

“I love you,” you call after him.

“Not as much as Alex, apparently.”

“This is by far the most illegal but sweet thing you’ve ever done,” you tell Tim. “Pretzels?”

“It’s not illegal,” Tim argues, extending his hand for a snack. “We’re just enjoying a date night. What’s wrong with that?”

“The fact that we’re not just enjoying a date night. Tim, you’re watching someone else’s date.”

“You can’t say you’re not interested.”

“I can,” you argue, lifting your phone. “I’m watching a cheesy romcom about a widower who owns a restaurant and coaches little league but falls in love with the woman who wants to buy him out.”

“Riveting,” Tim mumbles, turning back toward the restaurant. “Where’d she go?”

The back door behind you opens before Lucy slides into the car. You offer the bag of convenience store snacks over your shoulder, and she accepts it to look for her favorite candy. Which, of course, you bought for her. Uncomfortable with Lucy's presence, Tim shifts as you pause your movie and remove the earbud you’d been using to listen to it.

“How was the date?” Tim asks.

“You tell me, it seems like you saw just as much as I did,” Lucy responds.

“Sorry, Lucy,” you interject.

“It’s okay. I mean, if he was a serial killer or something, I’d be glad you’re here.”

“That’s what I said,” Tim defends.

“But he wasn’t.”

“Told you,” you tell Tim. “She can take care of herself. Besides, Alex is a sweetheart.”

“You’ve met him?!” Tim asks loudly.

You nod and take a bite of your snack before you explain, “On a call this afternoon. Nell attached me to it.”

“Oh, so I can’t call Nell, but you can?”

“I asked her to watch for an opportunity,” Lucy says.

Tim shakes his head and throws his hands up. “I give up. Lucy, do you want a ride home?”

“Your home or mine?”

“You’re not spending the night.”

You chuckle in the passenger seat at their bickering. Tim doesn’t look at you this time, too focused on the road as he pulls out.

“How was it?” you ask Lucy.

“It was really good. We’re going out again.”

“When?” Tim asks.

“Don’t answer that, Lucy,” you suggest. “We can talk tomorrow.”

“Right,” Tim scoffs. “And she was worried about you picking sides.”

“You know, you could just say it,” Lucy tells Tim, leaning toward his seat.

“Say what?”

“I love you. Trust me, you tell me once and you’d feel so free. I love you. That’s all it takes, Dad.”

“The guy in your movie didn’t have to deal with this,” Tim mumbles.

“He actually did have a kid,” you say as he approaches a stop sign.

“Wait, what movie?” Lucy asks excitedly.

As you begin explaining the plot to Lucy, Tim shakes his head. You know he cares, and when you get home and kiss him, maybe he’ll reconsider simply admitting it.

[roamwithahungryheart]

A special surprise social media AU for the lovely @just-one-ordinary-fangirl who has just reached 1.3k followers!!! She’s a wonderful person and an equally wonderful writer, please go show her some love!!!

Anyone who knows Lucy knows that Hugh Ransom Drysdale is her weakness, so here’s a couples’ social media AU just for you! x

Lucy x Ransom 

[wrenwreads]

piano keys

music brings two people even closer together

pairing/s: peter pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of heavy rain, and my shitty attempt at someone playing the piano and them teaching as well (i don't play piano lmao 😭)

genre: arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this one's longer than normal (especially for my writing). i also thought i'd switch things up a bit and write for our dear peter. might write a second part as well, not sure yet.

The wedding had been beautiful.

That was one thing for sure. Susan had outdone herself once again with the festivities.

If only it wasn’t just for the sake of alliance, Y/N would have had appreciated it more. She had been stuck in her own mind for that half of the day — thinking of anything - everything - she could have done differently.

She did find herself lucky to be married to Peter.

King Peter the Magnificent.

Ever so respectful Peter.

Peter with his heart so big.

Golden boy Peter.

She had been reluctant. But after one meet up with the King and his first few words to her being “You don’t have to say yes. As much I would love to have this alliance, I respect your boundaries more.”

She had to give him a chance.

That was 4 months ago, the wedding being 3.

So far, their relationship had been nothing but respect and patience. Despite the rings on their fingers and the ink on paper, the two only really saw each other as acquaintances — or so they thought.

It had been pouring down all day in Narnia. Peter didn’t have a choice but to seize all work for the day, after all, Narnia wouldn’t function if its people were out making themselves sick.

The atmosphere had been nothing but relaxed, enhanced by the large drops on rain outside.

The 4 siblings had cooped themselves in the sitting room. Peter sat on a big arm chair reading a book, the story had gone boring 2 chapters ago.

Suddenly, soft notes of a piano started echoing around the room.

Peter looked up from his book, skeptical eyes scanning his sibling’s faces. “Do you guys hear that?” he asked. Lucy hummed, too concentrated on forming a puzzle she swore she’ll finish by the end of the day. Edmund just grunted, eyes not leaving the book he was reading. “Of course we do. We’re not deaf, Peter,” Susan had answered, although it was not the tone Peter was hoping for. He rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair. Book forgotten and his palms on his things. “Are you guys — not confused over the fact that there’s a piano playing?” he said, question laced with interrogation.

He’s so confused. Why are they treating this like some everyday thing?

Lucy rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his book. Her loud sigh caught Peter’s attention. He kept quiet, eyes looking at her to elaborate. “It’s Y/N of course.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that.” Edmund remarked.

The blank looks his siblings gave him after Peter confessed that — yes, he did in fact not know that his supposed wife played the piano — had annoyed him, he had to excuse himself out of the room.

His mind went rollercoaster, scenario after scenario in his head on why Y/N wouldn’t tell him that she played the piano.

He was too lost in his own world that he didn’t realise he had walked in the music room. The soft call of his name bringing him back.

“Peter? Are you alright?”

Y/N stood in front him, eyes wide in worry. His heart started doing palpitations and he swears his knees are going weak. When they first met, Peter couldn’t help but think that she’s really pretty. He means really really pretty. In fact, he almost called off the whole deal. He couldn't let someone's beauty go to waste just for an arranged marriage. He had appreciated hers (until now), he just didn't know if the appreciation was mutual.

It was only after the two started to get to know each other that Peter thought it wouldn't be too bad.

Her warm hand had made its way on to his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Pete?".

Y/N watched as Peter finally snapped out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly. She laughed quietly, bringing her hand back to her side. Once she deemed Peter conscious enough, she asked again. "Are you alright?". The man nodded, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I— uh— heard!"

She looked at him skeptically.

"The piano, I mean. You were playing," he finally managed to get out, gesturing his arms towards the large equipment. He had mentally slapped himself a million times already. Peter thought he had the skills in him, but apparently not. For he was a stuttering mess in front of his queen.

She didn't seem to mind. Y/N only laughed, walking towards the piano once again.

Peter suddenly remembered what he came to see her for and followed, standing behind her. He watched as she delicately placed her fingers on the keys. She began playing an unknown tune, but Peter was still enthralled. The way her back was straight and her arms relaxed, her eyes darting from one side of the instrument to the other.

He stayed quiet, listening to Y/N play until the sound slowed down and she reached the end. He couldn't help but bring his palms together, his applauds replacing the sound of the piano. "You don't have to do that," she whispered, using her hands to lower Peter's to stop him.

"But why?," he whined, Y/N swore his eyes were going to burst out of their sockets. "I didn't even know you played piano. Y/N that was wonderful."

Y/N looked into his eyes, nothing but adoration swirling around. She could feel herself melt away but tried not to. She bashfully looks away, clearing her throat, finding words to reply to Peter's compliments. "You— uh, were away when... I started playing again.

Dad had taught me how to since I was 5. It was one thing we did together.

I hadn't done it since..."

Peter pursed his lips. He knew what she was talking about. There was always the ugly side of marriages between two kingdoms. The wife stays with the family of the husband.

"Do you know how to play?"

Peter shook his head. He felt his breath cut short at the smile Y/N sent to him. She scoots to the side, leaving room on the bench. She pats it gently, and Peter sat down.

“Let me teach you something easy.”

He sat still as Y/N took his fingers on to her hands and delicately places them on the keys. His mind once again pausing. “Stop being so tense”, she giggles, looking at him. “I’m not,” he denies.

“You so are! Just relax. It’s only me.”

It’s only me.

Yes, and you’re like really beautiful.

He thought.

He finally managed to relax himself.

Y/N taught him a few notes on the keys, occasionally guiding his fingers with her own.

She had managed to teach him an intro of a song he still doesn’t know. It was getting difficult for both of them to focus when Peter would just laugh at his mistakes, making Y/N laugh or when the other just silently giggles, affecting the other.

“What song is this by the way?” He asked as he played the intro himself. “It’s the kingdom’s theme song. Anthem, if you will. It’s usually one we teach children,” she explained.

Peter stopped, a comedic scoff escaping his lips. He looks at Y/N in bewilderment. “You’re telling me I’m playing something meant for children?”

She laughs. “More like for beginners.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon playing the instrument and by supper, Peter had almost learned the whole thing.

“I assume that was Peter playing the horrendous noise,” Edmund had teased when they entered the dining room.

Peter could only smack his brother at the back of his head.

“Well, he’s learning. That’s for sure,” Y/N reassured, taking her seat.

The look the two gave each other didn’t go unignored by Lucy, Susan, and Edmund. The three chose to ignore it for now, letting the two discover it on their own.

thanks for reaching the end. once again, my requests and questions are open — feel free to ask. also, my edmund x reader series is gaining shape. i might post a teaser or blurb soon. xoxo

[georgiapeach30513]

Hello please give us a Beck fam update 💫💛

You know who we haven't got to see anything about...Stella. Miss Stella and Oakley are in fact the same age, and I teased that both of Iris and Aster were pregnant here. But how is Beck, Ellie, Attie, and Rion going to react to not only a baby, but a girl?

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Stella Gemini Beck

Summary: then there was six

Pairings: Aster X Beck

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings: language, mentions of a breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.3K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Aster Drysdale Masterlist

Beck had been a bit concerned about his and Aster’s little surprise baby. They hadn’t planned on another baby, but weren’t the most cautious about it either. And now, here they were.

Aster denying she was pregnant for the longest time, despite what her husband told her. Refused to even take a test, because Mrs. No More Babies, knew there wasn’t a baby in there. He just made sure that he made food that included high levels of folic acid.

But that morning that Aster tried to shimmy in her tight pencil skirt, and turns to the side in the mirror, and she blows up air at her clearly bumped out stomach, Beck just laughs at his wife. “This isn’t funny.”

“What’s funny, is this is your third pregnancy, and you wanted to deny all the signs. When was your last period, Starlight?”

“Moonbeam,” she gives him a whine. Walking towards him in a lacy bra and unzipped skirt, she presses her head against his chest. “No more babies.”

“Remind yourself that when you’re telling me to fuck another baby in you.”

“I am under duress, that doesn’t count,” Beck rolls his eyes at his ridiculous wife. Anytime she was ovulating, she had a breeding kink. Horny for him all the time, and who is he to complain when his wife is begging to spill in her so deep it sticks. He just gives her what she’s begging for.

“You are a horn dog. You’re also ridiculous like your father, and I question mine and your mother’s sanity daily. These Ransom genes run so strong in you. It’s like you were carved out of his left ass cheek. I guess Lucy was the right one. Or switch it. You are his right hand man…woman.”

“You’re joking and I’m pregnant,” her voice muffled for how much she has her face buried in him. He just wraps his arms around her and holds her close.

“I came to terms you were pregnant a month ago. Even your mom asked when you were going to announce it, and I had to tell her when you admited it. She just groaned out, Ransom.”

“I’m gonna get huge again.”

“You’re going to swell for our baby. It’s different, and you’re going to look beautiful, and even more powerful because of it. So are we telling the kids now or later?”

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Just like when Aster was a child, she brings her three children in for a meeting. Orion sitting in the middle while Ellie and Atlas stare at their parents. Ellie knows. She gives Beck a sly grin, while Aster fiddles around her words.

“Mommy, just tell us you’re having a baby,” Ellie says, and Beck quickly agrees by nodding his head. Orion gasps, looking up at his beloved mom, while Atlas shakes his head no crossing his arms.

“Rion da baby,” he stubbornly answers. “No more babies.”

Beck tries not to laugh, and Aster can not believe she has a miniature her that goes by the name Atlas Cobalt Beck. “He’s still going to be the baby, until your sister is born.”

Ellie lets out a blood curdling scream, causing Orion to run into his moms arms, Atlas stares at his sister confused, and Beck gives Aster a wide open mouth look. “We were going to wait.”

“Attie, Rion will still be the baby boy.”

“I big boy!” Atlas grunts at his mama. “I big big boy!”

“I’m having a baby sister! A real baby sister!” she looks at Orion who gives her a pout, “I still will love you and Attie. I’ll play with you, and everything. But now I won’t be the only girl. Oh, Dad, what star are we going to name her?”

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Aster’s parents stare at their first baby, clutching onto her newest. For a child, and woman, who was always saying no more babies, she had proven herself to be one of the best mothers. Loving and attentive to her children. Shutting her work off completely, so when she was at home, her family was what was important.

Beck had proven to be the best thing for not only Aster, but Ellie. He always made sure that she was just as doted on by him as the boys. Even now, a nine-year-old Ellie still sat in his lap, her little head laying on his shoulder while they stare at Aster.

Aster and Beck needed one another. She needed him to calm her down. Needed him so that she realized that there were good men for her and her kids. He put her needs above his own, and she was so focused on everyone else’s needs. He got her to relax, and he thought she was perfect as her neurotic self.

Beck needed her to keep him grounded. For too many years his head was in outer space. Pouring his life into his work, until one little girl who colored blue pumpkins, made him want more than the stars. And now he had his own set of stars. He couldn’t get enough of his family, even had turned down a mission if it interfered with Aster’s pregnancies, the kids birthday, or Christmas.

Aster’s face had been damp from the moment that the newest Beck was born, and like always, she hadn’t let Beck hold her. Couldn’t even stop looking at her. “I don’t understand genetics or pregnancy or the fact that I grew this in my belly. She’s just perfect. Just like all our little stars,” she finally looks away from her baby to gaze at Beck and Ellie, turning to her parents who each hold a twin.

“Ellie, I know you know already, but Rion, Attie, this is your baby sister, Stella Gemini.”

“A star?”

“Yep, Atlas,” Ransom whispers into his ear. “Your mama’s stars are Gemini,” the little toddler points over to his mama, needing a closer look, and Ransom walks him over to them. Setting him down to look at his little sister.

“Orion,” Aster pouts at him, “Won’t you come see Stella?” he shakes his head no, laying down on his Mimi, “Are you mad at mama?”

“Me hurt her?”

“No, you’ve got to be gentle, but you won’t hurt her,” he looks up at his grandmother, and gives her a nod. She walks him to his mother, where he stares at his sister. Giving Stella’s cheek a few soft grazes. And Aster starts crying all over again.

Orion smiles up at his mom with his own tears, “Purty yike you, mama.”

“Oh, you Chris Beck, little thing. Gimme me a kiss, baby.”

“Glad you finally agree he is like me,” Aster shushes him, just hugging her littlest boy.

“Ah! Her smile. Daddy her smile!” Atlas shouts looking at his dad. “Mama, her smile big!”

“You like her guys?” both boys give her a nod, “Ellie you like her?” she nods as well, “Well, Moonbeam, you wanna hold your second daughter?” Ellie, shuffles off her dad, and gives her mom the biggest smile.

Beck leans over Aster, and reaches for the newest member, “Stells bells,” the baby squeaks in his arms, and he can’t help but to have his smile get even bigger, “Yep, we’re just about there, now.”

“No more babies!”

“Starlight, I’m just playing. Remember that in a couple of months.”

“What does that mean?” Ransom glares over at Beck and his daughter. “What does a couple of months have to do with anything.”

“Ran, baby, let’s go get something to eat and leave the new family,” she pulls his arm, but he still glowers at each of them.

“AstroBoy?”

“Ran, quit being ridiculous. Azzie, we’ll be back in an hour or so to get the kids. Get some rest.”

“I didn’t get an answer,” Ransom’s eyes still look at the door as his wife pulls him away.

“Oh good grief, Captain, Aster would give Beck as many babies as he wanted. What do you think it means.”

“You called me Captain. Screw food, I want a different dessert. Let’s go.”

Masterlist

[tickly-trashcan]

Treats {Ranpoe}

A/N: Hello fellow ranpoe lover ilyt! okay listen i got so excited when this popped up bc i literally love these two so much and it’s always so fun writing for them. Hope you enjoy! :D

Summary: Poe has been hit with a case of writer’s block, and when he takes a break to get a treat for him and Karl, he can’t seem to find any. Who could possibly be responsible?

Word Count: 1.3k (under the cut)

Edgar grumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck, Karl chirping in his ear.

“No, Karl, I’m not happy right now,” He admitted. He had been working on a new mystery novel, one that he hoped would truly challenge Ranpo, but he had been hit with a terrible case of writer’s block, and just picking up a pen was enough to drain his energy and inspiration.

Karl chirped again and Edgar couldn’t help but flash a small smile. He scratched Karl’s chin, making the raccoon coo. He stood up from his desk, walking out of the office that he and Ranpo shared in their apartment.

He went over to the cabinet, looking for the little treats that Edgar had for Karl. They were technically cat treats, but Karl liked them all the same.

Edgar raised an eyebrow when he couldn’t find the treats. He craned his neck to look at Karl, who looked very disappointed, and he gave him one more quick chin scratch.

“It’s okay, Karl, I’ll get you some more later,” Edgar said, and Karl chirped again, hopping off of his shoulder and onto the kitchen counter. Edgar opened another cabinet, looking for his own treats that he had for himself. He pushed aside one of the boxes of sugary cereal that belonged to Ranpo, but he couldn’t seem to find his cookies. 

Edgar sighed. Something was definitely up. 

Edgar loved to share snack time with Karl, everyone who was close to him knew this. Sometimes Ranpo would join in, or even Lucy if she had free time. Karl would eat his treats and Edgar would have his cookies. It was special for them.

The front door opened and Edgar turned, seeing Ranpo with a grocery bag, lollipop in his mouth as he waved to Poe with his free hand.

“Hi Eddie!” He called, setting the grocery bag down and kicking off his shoes, trotting over to Edgar and wrapping his arms around the much taller man. “I got more candy!”

“Did you eat my cookies? And what happened to Karl’s treats?”

Ranpo stopped squeezing Edgar for a moment, looking up with a sheepish expression. “I don’t know?”

Edgar huffed. “Ranpo, you and I are the only people that live here besides Karl-”

“Karl isn’t a person…”

“Well he’s family! And I know you had something to do with the treat disappearances!”

Ranpo snorted. He let go of Edgar and walked over to Karl, scratching under his chin.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. You don’t have any proof!” Ranpo teased, and Edgar crossed his arms, fumbling over his words for a retort.

“Oh yeah? Well I guess… I-I’ll have to tickle it out of you!” Edgar threatened, and Ranpo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Edgar took one step towards Ranpo, showing he was serious, and Ranpo bolted off into the bedroom, yelling. Edgar chased after him, Karl trotting behind as Ranpo ducked behind the bed.

Edgar walked in, immediately seeing the top of Ranpo’s hat as he huffed, walking over and picking up Ranpo under his arms. Ranpo squeaked and kicked his legs, giggling already as Edgar held him up, lightly digging in his fingers. 

“Eddie! Wahait, let’s talk about this!”

Edgar lowered Ranpo to the bed, and Ranpo looked at him nervously, a huge, guilty grin planted on his face. Edgar pushed Ranpo back, making him giggle again as Edgar felt himself flush from embarrassment.

He had never really tickled Ranpo before. Sure, he had occasionally poked him or tickled him by accident, but never like this. It was normally Ranpo who did the tickling, but Edgar was determined to see this through.

He gulped, placing his hands on Ranpo’s ribs, who clamped his arms at his sides in anticipation, still giggling nervously. Edgar slowly started to move his fingers, lightly digging between Ranpo’s ribs as his shorter partner immediately burst into louder giggles.

“Eheheddie! Nohohoho, not tickles!”

Just Ranpo saying the word was enough to make Edgar’s face go red, but he pressed on. He climbed up to Ranpo’s underarms, making him arch his back and squeal as he scrunched up his nose in laughter.

Edgar remembered that Ranpo normally teased him when he was tickling him. This might be embarrassing�� scratch that, it would definitely be embarrassing, but it might get Ranpo to admit to his deeds sooner.

“Well, you’re gonna get t-tickles, whether you like it or not! Unless you admit to your crimes of course,” Edgar started, feeling slightly embarrassed. However, he couldn’t help but adore Ranpo’s red, scrunched up face as he laughed openly, squirming from side to side as he shook his head.

“I’ll nehehehever admit it! I didn’t do ahahahanything!” He protested firmly, and Edgar chuckled playfully. He wasn’t intending for this to be some sort of act, but if Ranpo wanted to play along, he’d give him what he wanted.

“Didn’t do anything, hmm? Then what happened to Karl’s treats? And what about my cookies?” Edgar pressed, dancing his fingers down to Ranpo’s hips, making him buck and shriek as he laughed heartily.

“I dohohohon’t know! Mahahaybe you ate them all!” Ranpo tittered, squealing when Edgar pinched the spot above his hips. He grabbed onto Edgar’s wrists for support, shaking his head so much that his hat fell off as he whined.

“I know I had some left! I always buy a new box when I’m running low, so where did they go? There had to be at least ten in there, Ranpo,” Edgar said.

“What happens if I tickle you… here?” Edgar teased, slowly teasing the sides of Ranpo’s tummy, making the shorter man positively squeal.

“Nohoho! Not thehehere! Eddie~!” Ranpo yelped, squirming as Edgar raised an eyebrow, switching to light tracing of circles on Ranpo’s sides.

“Why not? Is this the spot that’ll get you to admit what you did? Or are you gonna keep lying?”

“I’m nohohot! Plehehease, don’t tickle me thehehere!” Ranpo giggled like a small child, his laughter rising in pitch as Edgar closed in on his tummy again. He skittered his fingers across the expanse of his tummy, pinching at the sides before lightly scratching at his lower tummy.

“EHEheheddie!! Plehehease, it’s so bahahad!”

“Oh, it’s bad? Should’ve thought about that before you ate my cookies! And what even happened to Karl’s treats? Did you eat those too?”

“I didn’t! Buhuhut-”

“But what?”

“I ahahahate your cookies! I’m sohohohorry!”

Edgar gasped in mock disbelief, continuing to prod at Ranpo’s tummy as the detective squealed and kicked his legs, squirming.

“I can’t believe you ate them,” Edgar said, sounding betrayed as he pulled his hands away from Ranpo, instead folding them across his chest as his partner caught his breath, a few stray giggles still escaping his lips.

“I’m sohorry, they looked so tasty… I got more though!” Ranpo said, and Edgar perked up.

“You… did?”

“Yeah! That’s why I was at the store earlier, I also got more treats for Karl!”

Edgar smiled and Ranpo sat up, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, making the novelist blush.

“You thought I’d just eat your special cookies and not get you more?”

Edgar stammered and Ranpo laughed. “I also didn’t eat the cat treats, that’s gross. I was trying to teach Karl how to sit!” 

Edgar hummed, watching as Ranpo walked into the hallway, picking up the grocery bag from earlier. He tossed a package of cookies to Edgar and pulled the cat treats out of the bag, sitting next to Edgar as Karl trotted over to them.

“Sit!”

Karl sat, plopping down and reaching a small paw up as Ranpo tossed him a treat, chuckling. Edgar watched, astonished. He never knew that people could train raccoons to sit, but this was also Ranpo, who could do almost anything.

“Now that you have your cookies,” Ranpo started, setting the treats down and leaning over to Edgar, a small smirk on his face. “I should show you what happens when you try to best the Ultimate Detective!”

Edgar squawked and tried to crawl away, but Ranpo was already on him, scribbling his fingers up his sides as Edgar laughed. They would indulge themselves in the cookies later, but right now, they would just laugh.

[sofwrites]

Whistles of Wisteria

100-200 word drabbles of each canon couple + one bonus!, each inspired by another couple’s quote. In celebration of The Ton discord’s anniversary! 

Themes: mixture of fluff, angst, humor | Length: total 1.3k

ao3 link | masterlist | or read under the cut! 

Day 1: “I’ll be your blanket” | prompt: spoon | couple: Gregory and Lucy

“I’m f-fine,” Gregory insisted, even as he sneezed and accidentally dropped the spoon back into his cup, leaving a small splatter of tea on the pillow. “Honestly, go check on Anthony instead.” 

Lucy gave him a tiny smile and ran a hand over his forehead, a crease of worry on her own. “Even if I wanted to, Katherine made me pinky promise to stay in here.” 

Gregory’s chuckle turned into a cough, and then he shrugged his blanket off with frustration. “It’s too hot.” 

There was an affectionate sigh, then some careful shuffling onto the bed. “I’ll be your blanket.” 

Day 2: “All’s fair in love and war” | prompt: bee | couple: Hyacinth and Gareth

“Eloise included the most wonderful story in her letter.”

Hyacinth didn’t even glance up from her spot on the floor, still focused on the little bit of tile she was ripping apart. “Surprised you finished reading it before dawn.” 

Gareth grinned, leaning on the doorway to appreciate the angle of his wife’s backside he’d been blessed with. “She told me that you once tried to fight a bee.” 

“All’s fair in love and war,” Hyacinth huffed out, wrenching out a piece that she thought had sparkled. 

“What?” The adoration in his voice was impossible to miss. 

She sent him an impatient glare. “Just get on your knees and give me a hand.” 

“With pleasure.” 

Day 3: “I can live with you hating me, I just can’t live without you” | prompt: mask | couple: Francesca and Michael

Even with the costume, he knew it was her. Her eyes sparkled like gems even in the candlelight and under the mask, almost impossibly so. 

“Where did you go?” Her voice echoed in his mind, as if she’d somehow entered it without his knowing. “You left me there, all alone.” 

He pushed through the crowd, reaching out to her. But she seemed to only be getting farther away, and he broke into a run. 

Francesca’s head tilted as she watched him. “Why are you here, Michael?” 

His name was like ecstasy coming from her lips, but it felt like he was running through water, and he was slowing done. “Because I want to be there, with you. Because even though I can live with you hating me, I just can’t live without you.” 

In a flash, Francesca’s body melted away, and Michael bolted upright from his bed, sweating and gasping for air. 

Day 4: “Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you��re my mess,” he whispered. | prompt: feathered quill | couple: Daphne and Simon

It was a nightmare she'd woken up from, a ridiculous stress-induced nightmare that she really had no reason to have. This time, it was angry feathered quills coming to attack her. 

"Darling?" Simon muttered, still half-asleep even as he smoothed her into his chest. 

"It's nothing," she whispered, pulling his arm up to kiss. "Bad dream." 

A sigh rumbled in her ear, and she pulled to look at him. 

His heartbeat was steady, strong as it always was, even while her voice broke. "I don't know why I'm so scared." They both knew that was a lie. 

Forty-two. The number wouldn't stop ringing in her head. She tried to lighten her voice, "Tell me the truth- do I look like a mess?" 

Simon looked at her for a moment before cupping her cheek with the same gentleness he had twenty years before. And then he cracked a tiny smile that somehow showed his shared feelings more than any words could have. "Sure, but you're my mess."

Day 5: “This –us– is heaven. And I can’t bear to hear you say otherwise.” | prompt: letters | couple: Benedict and Sophie

“Is this true?” 

Benedict was holding an envelope up, his face starkly serious. 

Sophie carefully put aside the sweater she had been mending and got up to reach him. He held the letter away from her, “Do you really feel this way?” 

Blankly, Sophie bent her head to see that it was something she’d written Posy. "In complete honesty..." she frowned, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

He shook his head slightly, clutching the paper to his chest. “This –us– is heaven. And I can’t bear to hear you say otherwise.”

Sophie blinked, putting a delicate hand over his arm as she kissed him. 

And then she grabbed for the paper and ripped it open. 

About three seconds later, she swatted Benedict, who let out a snort. “This is a shopping list!” 

“It’s payback for–” But he was caught off by the cackle that came from his mouth, just as he ran out and a giggling Sophie followed.

Day 6: “It was the one dream he’d never permitted himself to consider.” | prompt: whiskey | couple: Anthony and Kate

He wasn’t sure what it was- either the late hour or the two whiskeys he’d had or just how marvelous his wife looked- but Anthony caught himself. 

It was Kate’s 25th birthday, and they’d planned a small party to celebrate (well, as small as Bridgerton parties could be). He had snuck out for a moment to check on the boys before returning to the ballroom, being welcomed to the wonderful vision of his wife being spun by some of his giggling siblings. With a smirk, he’d sauntered over and taken her hand, pulling her into a waltz that was even closer than any proper marriage allowed. 

“You look ravishing tonight,” he whispered in her ear, over the wolf-whistles coming from around them. 

He felt Kate’s laugh against his neck, a delightful shiver on the exposed skin from his open ascot. “I’m just happy.” 

Anthony smiled at her, examining every inch of her beautiful face. “Me too.” 

I want to be this happy for the next fifty years. 

He startled, but didn’t pull away. Only closer. 

It was the one dream he’d never permitted himself to consider, but he was thinking about it.

He was wishing for it. 

Day 7: “And for the rest of the night, he couldn’t quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.” | prompt: diary | couple: Colin and Penelope

It was unnerving, the fact that his hand was still tingling even after he’d returned home. Even now, after he’d decided to write a bit in his diary (er, journal), the quill kept slipping due to the moisture. 

Colin groaned, running a finger over the newly developing scar on his palm. He was a fully grown man. One who had done much more than just hold hands, and yet… 

He couldn’t stop thinking about her. The way he was just proud of her, impressed. The way her fingers fit in his. The way she’d smelled as his lips touched hers… 

Colin set down the journal, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. There was so much more to her, and he couldn’t stop imagining them. Imagining everything he’d missed. 

And for the rest of the night, he couldn’t quite forget the smell of her perfume. Or maybe it was the soft sound of her chuckle. Or maybe it was neither of those things. Maybe it was just her.

Surely, it wouldn’t take long to find out. 

Day 8: “She closed her eyes. ‘Be with me,’ he said.” | prompt: church | couple: Eloise and Phillip 

It was odd, entering the church after so many years. Odd and dim, as if the light that had once flooded through it had never been. 

But she was there, sitting in an empty pew, and he would follow her wherever she went. 

He wasn’t a man of many words, he knew that. But he now knew that it was better to be a man with the wrong words than one with none at all. And he would say anything, do anything, to keep her with him. 

Eloise didn’t react when he joined her, just held her gaze up at the statue before them. Phillip took her hand, and she closed her eyes. 

“Be with me,” he said, a plead in his voice he’d never heard before. “Stay with me, please.” 

Bonus day: A word taken from each quote- “Blanket all with she, otherwise dream of me.” | prompt: open | couple: Edmund and Violet

It was almost astounding how easy it was for them. Maybe even unfair how happy they got to be. 

She shivered as his fingers trailed their way up her arm, that familiar warmth she adored. And then she sighed as his kiss met her ballooning belly. 

“Blanket all with she, otherwise dream of me,” Edmund whispered to the baby that had yet to be. 

Violet giggled, running a hand through his hair, “What did you just say?” 

He grinned, resting his chin gently on her stomach to look at her. “Just something I thought of for her.” 

“And how do you know it’ll be a ‘she’?” 

His lips found their way to her own, smile brighter than the sun. “Just a hunch; I’ve done this before, you know.” 

[bisexual-horror-fan]

*busts down the door* what if- public sex with the smelly mechanic boi-

LUCIE! 

Of course you can have that! 

Now...When you said “public sex” you meant- rough, dirty, degrading, picking gravel from your knees, sex, right?

Because that is the direction I took with it.

This is partially a thank you for that RAD AS FUCK shout out you gave me the other day. So here have over 1K of a public quickie with Bo Sinclair. Love ya Luice, thanks for the ask and I hope ya like it! Not much preamble this time, just kinda get’s riiiiiight into it for something a lil different!

Soooo here we go!

Explicit. 1.3K. Bo Sinclair and reader. Warnings: Public sex, pinned down, fingering, blow job, face down ass up, slight dirty talk, Bo just being a bastard as usual. 

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Testing.

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That is exactly what you were doing.

Awful, sinful, little old you were testing him. 

He knew you were too, Bo wasn’t stupid after all and even if he was he still would have caught on because my GOD you were being so unbelievably obvious with it. 

Pushing him and seeing how far you could get away with it. 

Turns out not very.

Not when he was in a mood like this.

You were walking beside him down the town’s main road, talking...Well I say talking but really it was more like teasing-

“That’s all I’m sayin’ Bo.”

“And what are you sayin’ y/n?”

You were walking backwards in front of him now as you continued on, looking up at him with a smirk,

“That you’re going soft on me.”

Hand reached out and grabbed your wrist hard, you weren't expecting it, you weren’t expecting him to pull so hard either, within two seconds you were on the ground. Face down, ass up, small shocked sound leaving your mouth when you made contact with the hot asphalt of the road. Arm twisted behind your back as he was still holding your wrist, was knelt beside you as he was looking down at you.

“Soft, huh? Well can’t have ya thinkin’ that.”

He grabbed your other arm and adjusted you so your arm was under your head, face not directly on the road now as he talked to you. You wondered for a moment why he did that but he spoke and interrupted that thought,

“I do have a reputation don’t I?”

A hard smack on your ass making you let out a surprised yelp,

“I’m a real bastard yeah?”

Another hard hit before he was undoing the button on your shorts and yanking them down with your underwear, leaving them around your thighs. He already had you pretty effectively pinned but now with your shorts bunched around your legs like that even if you could get up you couldn’t get away quickly, then again why would you? Another hard smack on your now bared ass,

“Can’t have poor little ol’ you forgetting about that. Need a good reminder, hmm?”

You struggled a little bit in his grip and his hand tightened on your wrist making you still,

“Oh don’t try to get away. We both know you want this.”

Of course he was right, I mean hell you were provoking him for something exactly like this. Well not EXACTLY this, you weren’t expecting him to have you like this in the middle of the main road of Ambrose, no one was around but still it was so public all the same. You were going to open your mouth to protest where you were or suggest moving but another hard hit made the words die on your tongue, replaced by a low moan instead.

"I truly AM shocked you would say such a thing."

Trying to get him to change his mind when it was set to something was a nigh impossible task anyway, you shouldn’t even try. If you were going to provoke him like this you really shouldn’t have done it outside like this unless you wanted this to happen like this in the middle of the fucking road. His free hand that wasn’t still holding you down came forward to your face, two fingers pushed into your mouth, you knew just where this was heading and just what he wanted. 

“Go on.”

You let out a weak moan around his fingers, he wanted you to get his fingers sufficiently wet to get you ready for him. Fingers removed quickly and unceremoniously from your mouth and he said,

“Better hope you got em wet enough.”

Those same two fingers slid inside of you, the sudden stretch making you let out a short gasp making Bo let out a light chuckle. The pace he set wasn’t fast but it was hard, his movements were practiced and sure, I mean he certainly has had his fingers inside of you plenty of times to know how to get you ready and able to take him. He was good at it too, obviously, he could prep you so you could take him with relative ease and only a little bit of pain, but you know that good kind of pain, that satisfying burning stretch that would leave you feeling him for a long time after he finally pulled out of you, thick cum spilling out following whenever he did so. His fingers curled inside of you, hooking just right against that spot inside of you that could, and often did, steal your breath away. 

“Bo-”

Your eyes fell closed with another broken moan leaving your mouth at a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. Even with your eyes closed you were still very aware of where you were, the asphalt under you was almost too hot on your knees and forearm but with what his fingers were doing you weren’t exactly focused on that. He didn’t linger long, this was supposed to teach you a lesson after all about how he wasn’t too soft on you, could still be just as rough and harsh with you as when you first showed up in Ambrose. His fingers were pulled out of you and you let out a small whine at the loss,

“Awe don’t worry darlin’ you won’t be empty for long.”

That sound that you had heard what felt like countless times by now, him unzipping his mechanic suit to free himself, that sound made you bite your bottom lip in anticipation. He gave you a light smack on the cheek, his fingers were still wet from being inside of you, and he said,

“Open up.”

Your eyes opened back up and you looked up to him, God that view. Bo kneeling over you, one hand still gripping you holding you down so hard, his usual attire half off, sunlight bright behind him, and fuck he was so hard. Your mouth fell open and he gripped the base of his shaft and guided himself into your mouth, who knew how long he would give you to prepare him, he had helped you out but you know lube was still needed. He released the base of his cock and his hand found your hair and he pulled you closer, pushing himself deeper, he helped guide you, roughly, you moaned around his cock because fuck he tasted good and because you needed this, loved when he acted like this. 

Rough and primal and taking you as he wanted to. 

Speaking of taking you that is what he was really set on. He pulled you off of him and got behind you, his hands still on you, the one that hadn’t moved from your wrist and his other finding your hip as he pushed inside of you, all the way to the hilt, his hips resting on your ass. 

“Fuck-”

You groaned to him, no pause as he pulled back and slammed forward back into again, he set the pace, hard and quick, ahhh that is why he put your arm under your head. He was fucking you so hard on the hot and unrelenting road under you that it was biting into your skin, uncomfortable friction providing a surprisingly arousing mix of pain to the pleasure of him inside of you, road rash on your arm was much easier to take and kind of explain away than it on your face. Fuck you were going to have some good bruises from how hard he was holding onto you, pulling you back to him as his hips slammed forward. 

Yeah there was no way you could be quiet right now, even then it would be futile, he was fucking you so hard there was no mistaking the sound of skin on skin contact that anyone around outside with half a brain would know what you were doing. 

“Ya like getting fucked outside like this, huh?”

You moaned a low yes to him that made him let out a breathless laugh, 

“Still think I’m soft?”

The moan you let out and the hard clench of your walls around him was all the answer he needed from you.

[fallingprincess]

Truth or Dare (Ben Hardy x reader Oneshot)

This is part of the First Kiss Series, a collection of first kiss oneshots including Ben.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Drinking. Swearing.

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"Okay Gwil, truth or dare?" Joe asked, his words already a bit slurred as he pointed at his friend from across the room while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Truth?" Gwil answered insecurely, knowing that nothing innocent ever came out of drunk Joe's mouth. It wasn't surprising that he had been the one to suggest the game once the party had started to calm down, all of you a little tipsy - okay, a lot tipsy - and tired from the wine you had consumed in admittedly abnormal quantities.

Joe leaned back against the wall as he took another sip from his wine glass, his eyes fixated on his squirming friend. "Have you ever fantasized about having sex with anyone in this room?"

Gwil's eyes scanned over the crowd that had settled down on various pillows and blankets all along Ben's living room floor. It was a small get-together to celebrate Ben's newest movie wrap and him finally being back home for a while. You had been excited to see him after such a long time, unsure on whether it would be awkward, but the two of you had clicked just the same once you had laid eyes on each other.

"I have." Gwil finally sighed with a blush, his eyes fixated on the carpet in front of him to not give away who he had on his mind. "Alright. (Y/N). Truth or dare?"

You took another sip of wine, the liquid relaxing you more and more with every glass. Very dangerous indeed. "Truth." you smiled. The dares so far had been incredibly weird and disgusting and went as far as drinking gross unspeakable substances so you made sure to stay clear of that. For now at least.

Gwil eyed you curiously, a look on his face that spelled mischief. "Who is the most attractive person in this room?"

Your heart missed a beat and you swallowed down some more wine to gain time. You couldn't even pretend to examine the people in the room as your eyes immediately landed on Ben on the opposite side of the room. There was really no point in hiding it, was there? "Ben."

Said blonde winked at you and crossed his hands over his broad chest. "I am flattered, (Y/N)."

"Idiot." you laughed along with him and shook your head, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You definitely couldn't deny it. So what, you thought Ben was hot? Who in their right mind didn't? And yes you might have had some weird inappropriate thoughts about one of your best friends in dark lonely times, but that was normal. Absolutely normal, right? Right.

You tried composing yourself, the alcohol clearly getting to your head, and carried on the game before dissociating and getting lost in your own mind. Wine always seemed to have that effect on you. Especially with the amount you had gulped down already. You peacefully leaned back against the side of the couch and let your mind wander aimlessly, every now and then going back to the blonde in front of you. Had he gotten more attractive in the last months or did the alcohol just make you super needy? Fucking hell. Who gave him the right?

"I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. And it can't be a mirror, Ben." Lucy's mention of his name snapped you back to reality and she laughed as she daringly stared the blonde down, seemingly proud of her idea.

You didn't like it as much, though. You studied Ben nervously as he got onto his knees with ease as if he had all the time in the world. You half hoped he would come towards you, however half of you just wanted to run away. This was a daydream. This was not supposed to happen in real life. But you also realized you were too jealous for him to kiss someone else. God. Did you want him to kiss you? Your needy brain obviously did. Apparently your heart agreed as it sped up when Ben crawled through the room on hands and knees, straight towards you, his eyes never leaving your face.

Anxiety and anticipation crushed down on you at once as he got to a halt right in front you, a small smirk playing on his mouth when he sat back onto his legs.

"What are you doing?" you whispered breathlessly out of confusion. Okay yes, you wanted this, but there were most definitely hotter people in his living room right now. For example the entire cast of Bohemian Rhapsody.

"I'm fulfilling a dare." he grinned back and leaned more forward, his face now mere an inch from yours as his forehead lightly pressed against you. You could pratically feel the heat radiating from his skin as his warm breath already touched your lips, making a shiver run down your spine in anticipation. "Is this okay?"

You could not get yourself to talk, your mind and body a mess of emotions, and opted to nodding instead, your face probably bright red. Okay, most definitely bright red. This was Ben you were sitting in front of.

You shut your eyes before he finally closed the distance and gently placed his full, warm lips on top of yours in the lightest of touches. A firework bubbled up in you as you couldn't help but smile against his mouth and he pulled back while biting his bottom lip to throw you a shy grin. Who knew Ben could be shy? you thought to yourself just as Lucy yelled a "That wasn't a proper kiss, Ben." in your direction.

Right. You had momentarily forgotten that other people existed, too lost in Ben's green sparkling eyes and his taste lingering on your lips.

Ben's grin spread even wider and he dove down to kiss you again. This time so forcefully it almost pushed you backwards against the couch, however with a steady hand around the back of your neck he held you tightly in place. It was when his other hand began to caress your jaw that a lever switched in you. This was really happening and you could not get enough of it. This might be the only chance you ever got at this. And you sure as hell were going to use it wisely.

Your hand confidentally reached into his hair, your fingers tugging testingly at the soft strands. A low moan escaped his lips and you used it to slide your tongue along his. His body reacted immediately by pressing even further into you as his teeth bit your bottom lip.

You sighed into his mouth at the light pain and let your other hand roam along his muscular arms, drawing slow cricles and patterns along his biceps, shoulder, and collar bone, swallowing the groans of frustration and arousal that fled his lips.

You were about to allow Ben to pull you fully onto his lap, when Joe exclaimed a "Get a room!" from somewhere far away and the others erupted in laughter. Right. Right..

You leaned back, a blush spread along your face and smiled dreamily at Ben, as you let your fingers roam over your lips. Holy shit. That happened.

He slowly moved backwards, his chest rising up and down as he was still panting heavily. You had made him do that. It was a beautiful sight. Fucking hell.

Once he was seated back into his place the game continued, but you could not get yourself to pay any attention to it, unable to tear your focus away from the blonde that sat straight across you and was still drumming his eyes into you hungrily.

You swallowed hard as he bit the inside of his cheek, his focus shifting back to your lips, devouring them with his eyes completely. Oh dear god.

Unconsciouslly you licked your lips and watched as Ben squirmed in his seat, never tearing his gaze off of you, a blush make its way over his face.

Oh, you could not wait for this game to end.

And for everyone to go home.

Because you were supposed to stay the night as usual.

And you were sure that it was going to be an unforgettable one this time.

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