#They tried to bury me but they didn't know I am a potato

[voltaspistol]

“Fear is a strange soil. It grows obedience like corn, which grow in straight lines to make weeding easier. But sometimes it grows the potatoes of defiance, which flourish underground.”

— Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

For everyone who is afraid right now, it is absolutely justifiable. Shit's gonna get scary. But remember:

“Susan says, don't get afraid, get angry.”

― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

[m-musings]

Winging It: Buggy the Clown X Winged! Fem! Reader Pt. 2

A/n: ehhhh this part is definitely not as good as the first but i still like it and that's all that matters! also, i forgot to say this on part 1 but lmk if you want to be added to the one piece fic taglist or any other taglist!

(part 1 here! :] )

Word Count: 2k Summary: Being sick of the duo dodging their problems, the other pirates take the matter of Buggy and (Y/n)'s relationship into their own hands. Warnings: a bit of angst but mainly fluff.

It had been about 3 weeks since the incident on the island, and tensions between Buggy and (Y/n) were at an all time high.

What was once friendly camaraderie was now an awkward mess of a thing. Any contact they had before had been limited to only seeing each other when absolutely necessary. Avoiding each other in meetings with the crew or eating alone during mealtime had become a common practice for the two.

If Buggy needed something of (Y/n), he would make one of the others tell her in his place, just so he wouldn't have to face her. (Y/n) even began skipping show rehearsals to spare the both of them from anymore embarrassment or heartache.

No matter how hard she had tried, Buggy had pretty much stopped acknowledging her existence all together and vice versa.

It did hurt (Y/n) to not be around him as often, but she still didn't have the courage to face Buggy again, no matter how much she just wanted to run up and throw her arms around him in an affectionate embrace.

"Thinking about the clown again?" A voice called from across the table, pulling (Y/n) from her thoughts.

(Y/n) lifted her gaze to look back at Alvida, who was waiting for a response with one eyebrow lifted in question.

With a saddened nod, (Y/n) tentatively picked at the food on her plate.

"Am I that easy to read?..." Half-heartedly laughed (Y/n) as she pushed a piece of potato from one side of her platter to the other.

"Kinda, yeah. You've been like this ever since the day I had that meeting with you guys.."

"Well, that's pretty much when this whole thing started. It sucks, but I can't change what happened back there."

"Why don't you two just make up already, then? It's obvious that you both like each other. A little too much if you ask me..." Alvida grumbled as she took a sip of the drink in her hand.

"You dont get it, 'Vida. His face after he said was just... utter disappointment. Almost like he hated himself for having feelings for me. And then, he just- just walks away without another word! I never want to experience that feeling ever again!" (Y/n) groaned, burying her head in her arms now crossed on the table.

"But have you even thought about asking him why he walked off?"

"Of course I have! I tried to a few days afterwards but every time I got close, he said he was busy and left me standing there like a fool! So, obviously there's no point in making the effort anymore."

"Maybe not, but if there's one thing I know about all this sappy shit, it's that you'll never find out the truth unless you talk it out."

"Sure, I'll do that when that Luffy guy finds the One Piece! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meal to eat." (Y/n) snarked before angrily stabbing into a piece of meat on her plate as the female captain stood up from the table.

Alvida simply sighed, shaking her head in response before turning around to go order around some of the Big Top crew to do some work around the ship.

The next day, (Y/n) was flying above the boat, watching out for a town that laid on the northern part of the Polestar Islands while thinking about her conversation with Alvida.

As she scanned the skyline, her attention was captured by Cabaji shouting for her.

"Hey, (Y/n) could you come with me for a while? I need some help with something below deck! Mohji said he'd take over as lookout for you for a bit."

"Uh, yeah, be down there in a second!" Called (Y/n) before closed her wings and soared down to land directly next to the unicyclist.

Following him as he lead her down a hallway in the sleeping quarters of the ship, Cabaji looked behind to give (Y/n) an almost apologetic smile before turning to face forwards again.

With a confused look on her face, she started to survey her surroundings warily as the two continued to strut through the ships underbelly.

As (Y/n) and Cabaji reached the door, she saw Buggy and Alvida approaching not far behind.

(Y/n)'s posture instantly become more rigid as she looked straight ahead to avoid eye contact with the man she had been dreading to be around.

"Captain."

"(Y/n)."

The air was thick with apprehension as the two pirates silently stood side by side, trying not to bump into each other in the restrictive space.

"Ok, so the problem we're having is right in this room. Both of you can come and take a look." Said the raven-haired acrobat as he motioned to the dwelling before him.

The winged girl and red-nosed man leaned forward to be met with a little room full of buckets, brooms and mops.

Taken aback, both chanced a glance at one another before spinning their heads around to see an anxious looking Cabaji wringing his hands together.

"Cabaji, what are we doing at the supply closet?" Buggy sighed as he irritatedly placed a hand over his eyes.

"Yeah, there's nothing here but cleaning stuff and old wine barrels."

"Well you see, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you two because it's for your own good!" Cabaji winced with regret, suddenly reeling back before shoving (Y/n) and Buggy into the room.

(Y/n) hissed in pain, barely managing to recover when she peered up and saw Alvida smirk at her before slamming the wooden door shut.

"Hey wait! What the hell is going on?!" (Y/n) asked as she got up from the floor and began to pound on the door, which was refusing to open.

Buggy pushed himself back up and tried to turn the handle, only to find it had been locked from the outside.

"Cabaji! You better unlock this door now or I'm shooting you out of a canon!" Growled Buggy as he started banging on the door too.

"No way! We're not letting you two out until you idiots finally talk it out! I'm sick of you guys avoiding each other all the time!" Alvida yelled from somewhere outside the door.

"You can't do this!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she used all her force to push against the panels.

"I can if it's what gets you both to have a normal conversation for once! Now talk or I'll come in there and make you talk!" Alvida stated with a barking kind of chortle.

As Buggy tried to use his devil fruit abilities to knock the door down, (Y/n) tried to search for any other way out of this predicament while the pair heard Alvida and Cabaji's footsteps recede back down the hall.

After scanning every nook and cranny and seeing that there was no escape from the small space, (Y/n) heaved out a morose sigh and flew to a small chair in the corner of the room opposite to the door.

"She's right, y'know... we have to talk about it at some point so why not now?"

Buggy's rampant banging on the wood slats stopped abruptly at her words as he almost growled with a scowl carved on his usually jovial face.

"There's nothing to talk about..."

"Oh really? You really don't think deserting me on a random street after calling me yours warrants a conversation? Or don't think ignoring me every time I even take a single step in your direction deserves an explanation?!"

"I don't owe you an explanation, I'm your captain and what I say or do goes. End of story!"

"Well then stop acting like my captain and act like my friend, Buggy! Just fucking talk to me!" Hollers (Y/n), angrily standing and stomping on the ground.

"See, that right there, that's the problem! I don't just want to be your friend or your stupid captain anymore! I want to be your everything!" Asserts Buggy, pointing a gloved finger in her direction.

Oh...

"Because... well because, I love you, (Y/n), and I want to spend every moment of every day with you..." Buggy admits almost inaudibly, his shoulders slumping in surrender.

...

Oh.

"You... love me?" (Y/n) quietly repeated, the fury in her eyes slowly subsiding.

Realizing he couldn't change the subject anymore, he threw his hat on the ground before leaning on the door and sliding down to sit against the scratchy wood floor.

"Of course I do. Everything you do drives me crazy. From the way you actually laugh at my dumb jokes to way you smile when you're flying above the crowd when we perform, I can't take it anymore! I want to spend every second I can with you and it kills me inside that I can't."

"Who said you can't?" Inquires (Y/n), who tiptoes over and sits down across from the clown pirate.

"You've made it pretty clear that you're not interested. For god's sake, i flirt with you all the time and you never seem to reciprocate any of my attempts."

"I never even knew that's what you were doing!" Scoffs (Y/n) as she throws her hands up in exasperation.

"Really? I thought I was being so obvious!"

"In my defense, you flirt with a lot of people."

"I do?!" Buggy questions incredulously.

(Y/n) laughs in reply, shrugging her shoulders as she nods in confirmation.

"Aw, shit.... I screwed myself over, huh?" Whined Buggy as he squinted with a sheepish look on his face.

(Y/n) then shakes her head and draws Buggy in by his shoulders into a tight hug. For a brief moment, Buggy hesitates but promptly holds her in return, though ever so slightly tighter.

"No, you didn't. I still love you, Bugs."

Buggy's worried face drops and he pulls away from (Y/n) before red begins to bloom all across his painted face.

(Y/n) slaps a hand over her mouth at the shock of what she had just confessed to the man she cared so deeply about.

"What did you just say?..."

"Don't make me repeat it..." (Y/n) implores with her face growing darker as well.

"No, say it again.... Please."

As Buggy's desperate eyes bore into her own, she took a deep breath before grabbing the green-eyed pirate's hands into her own.

She then lifts the both of them from the ground and leads him to stand in the middle of the closet, the only noise being the muffled sound of their hearts beating fast in their chests.

"I love you, Buggy. I have for a long time now. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before..."

"No, I'm sorry, pretty thing... I should have just heard you out back then. Apparently, even the lady I adore more than anything can't save me from being dumb. Can you ever forgive an old sea dog like me?"

"Hmm... sure I can. Under one condition."

"Anything. Just name your price."

"Kiss me?" Requested (Y/n), looking up at him through her lashes.

Buggy chuckled deeply before tugging (Y/n) closer to him and placing a gentle, gloved hand on either side of her face.

"I think that can easily be arranged." He whispered before placing his lips upon hers, careful to not let his nose get in the way.

All the weeks of strain and struggle began to melt away as the kiss grew longer and their passion grew stronger.

As they continued reveling in the time in each others touch, (Y/n)'s wings unfurled themselves from her back and wrapped the two of them in a sort protective blanket, shielding them from any prying eyes and warming both their bodies and hearts.

"Ahem!" A voice calls from the doorway.

Buggy and (Y/n) separate and peek behind her feathers to see Alvida and a whole crowd of pirates standing behind her with amused looks on their faces.

"It's about time!" She grins before the whole crew behind her begins to cheer raucously.

(Y/n) looks up to face Buggy with an ecstatic smile before she leaps into his arms and nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck.

With a grumbling laugh echoing in his chest, Buggy wraps his arms around her and places a soft but sweet kiss upon her forehead.

"I love you, Buggy." Murmurs (Y/n) as her smile grows wider.

"I love you too, angel." Buggy mutters in (Y/n)'s ear, still holding her as they go to celebrate with the crew.

[fantomette22]

Triangle dot com sleepover time!!! Tell me more about your two bread shaped cats!

Ok so actually I never reblog the sleepover asks but let's go I guess XD Also the pictures where kind of funny ok

No seriously thank you for the question! I'm glad to got asks so I will gladly answer! But before talking about my lil current bread cats (help that was in winter!) I will talk about all the pets I ever got (we got a couple of fish as a child but they don't count, and there's currently a big red fish white now lol at my parents home.)

Patate (his name basically means potatoes I know) he was a black and white cat my parent got before their wedding and my birth. He died when I was around 4 I think. He was a really kind and cool cat. He even tried to sleep in my bed when I wasn't there XD Before my parents wedding (2y before my birth) my mom had to go to the hospital... when she came back the cat wasn't happy XD but forgive her eventually. Likewise for my birth we stay one week at the maternity he was a bit confuse but warmed up fast from what they told me.

Noisette. When I was hm 9y? I think? We got her from a friend of my mother. She was a white and red cat and only kitten of the litter. As the kitten she was really sweet but as adult idk she become agressive and caracterial. My lil bro was really scared and she started to attack us. So we had to gave her to a shelter... I hope she's doing great.. BUT before she leave she left us with 2 adorable angels :)

Cookie & Tigrou : My dearest baby cats ❤️ They are the sons of Noisette and were born in our house. I remember when they were kitten they slept both with me. Cookie was almost all white with a red tail and a few red spot on the forehead, ears and neck. Sadly he died when he was 1-2 years old.. I couldn't even see him before he was buried. That was a long time ago.

As for his brother Tigrou :) (named Tigre originally and on his papers lol) it's him! he's 12 years now I think! yeah it's my lil baby boy I love him so much.

Praline : A few years (3years??) ago, I discover a young and wild cat/kitten in our backward who was hiding. A little female. She end up sticking around and our cat tolerated her. Still she stay really afraid of humans and she can't live in a home for too long. You can't just take her in our arms and walk I got hurt the hard way XD Still there is occasion you can approach her and caress her.

And! She got 2 litters and even birth the first one my room damnit XD So for the first litter, 4 adorable kittens.<3

(2 male, one black and the tabby one & 2 females with black fur, the last one here being the one with long fur)

It was during quarantine I had all the time to take care of them. My recommandations: don't let unhinged kitten in your room h24 :) it's a bad idea. I miss them a lot but they all have super families now.

One of her daughter had long fur, i don’t have pictures on this phone but she is so pretty now.

A few months later we didn't managed to sterilize her in time and she got another litter. 6 kitten. I don't wanna talk about it but all you need to know is that we ended up with 3 kitten that grow up healthy and all have family now. (2 female : the marble and black one and a male, the tabby one). (The marble one was adopted by my uncle & cousins too)

I am doing my studies overseas so I can't really saw them now and it pained me so much ;-; but I know my parents & brother are talking good care of them.

[hathorneheiress]

A night of escalation

(a continuation of A night of uncertainty)

We arrived at the restaurant right on time. The ride was very quiet. Grayson sat off to one side, silent and still as a statue. Face as stone.

Savannah wasn't any better. She seemed more relaxed, but kept herself at a distance.

I decided trying to talk to them wouldn't be a good idea. Instead, I buried myself in my phone. Looking on Pinterest in between texting with Slater.

Me: Warning! Grayson is in a foul mood.☹️

Slater: Don't worry I can handle him.

Me: I know. Don't say anything to rile him up.

Slater: I'll try not. No promises.

I sighed. This was going to be a long night. I sent him a text.

Me: For me, will you?

Slater: *Sighs* Yes. For you dear, I will.

Me: You're the best!!❤️❤️❤️

He didn't respond. I could see the eyeroll he was making at that moment for my use of emojis. He never used them, like someone else I know.

The five star restaurant was quiet, only an occasional loud voice here and there. We were led to a private room in the back. To my surprise, Matias Slater was already there.

I was even more shocked by what he was wearing. Usually attired in a ratty T shirt and pants, this time he had on a simple, but nice black two piece suit. A causal shirt could be seen underneath the dress coat. I tried not to think that he had pulled out all the stops for me.

"Gigi." He replied stiffly, all the while looking at Grayson with hard eyes.

"Slate." I said, using his nickname. "Nice to see you."

He nodded but didn't respond.

"Well," Savannah said, trying to loosen up the tension. "Let's eat."

We sat down to a hearty meal of grilled chicken, green beans, mashed potatoes, rolls, and blueberry pie for dessert.

There wasn't much talking. Honestly, it was me and Slater doing it, and that was hardly anything. There was no denying the tension in the room.

I thought we were going to make it unscaled, but then Savannah asked what Slater was doing for work.

He cleared his throat. "I gather information for my boss."

"Like an informant?"

"No, not exactly."

Savannah then saw the picture. "You're a spy."

Slater didn't deny it, but he didn't fight it either. Savannah didn't need him to, she saw.

"Well, I had no idea you were a spy. I assume it's for the government."

I tried not to laugh. Slater didn't work for the government.

"No." He replied "I don't."

"But," Savannah was cut off.

"He works for a girl named Eve." It was the first time my older half brother had spoken since we had started eating. His piercing blue eyes stared right into Slater's black ones.

"And who's Eve?" Savannah asked, for once unaware of what was going on.

"Grayson's old girlfriend." I said

"My boss." Slater replied at the same time.

"It's a long story." Grayson replied. "And one we will refrain from telling." His voice broached no agruement.

"I'll tell you." Slater said. I could see Grayson beginning to bristle.

"And I said no."

Slater didn't make a single move. No emotion whatsoever playing on his face or words. "If the young lady wants to hear it, I don't see why not."

"You leave Savannah alone." Grayson was getting riled. "And Gigi too for that matter. You are not to see her again."

"You're not her boss. Her mother is. She can tell her daughter who she can and can't see."

"You're right. But I'm sure she will agree with me that her daughter shouldn't be seeing a spy, or more less a murderer."

I gave a little gasp. "You murdered someone? You never told me that."

"You never asked." Slater was dead still. "And I don't know how you found out either." pointing it at Grayson.

"I have connections."

Savannah slowly raised herself with as much dignity as she could. "I believe it is time to go." she declared.

I stood as well. "Thank you Slate for meeting us. But Sav is right, we do need to go. It's getting late. Grayson, you coming?"

He looked up. "Yes, I am." Slater stood as well.

We were getting ready to leave when Slater called out. "Oh and Grayson? Eve wanted me to give you a message."

My brother turned ever so slightly.

"She said be careful what you say. It might come back to bit you."

[sweeteawrites]

Here's a vignette I wrote in trying to develop one of my stories because I'm completely rewriting it so it's not canon anymore

It's, admittedly, a bit out of character, but he's never physically been somewhere cold before and has only known seasonal allergies. Let smart characters have Idiot moments!! (That don't involve being socially awkward)

Also I don't know why I spelled Arthur like that, I went through a phase where I forgot how to spell it I'm sorry

Frostbite

"Aurther?" He calls, his cheeks red from the crisp air that he's unaccustomed to.

"Hm? Yes?" Said man, looking more comfortable, though still cold, turns his attention to Percival, "What is it?"

Percival watches the ground, pebbles moving past his furlined boots as he tries to gather the words. "Lord Aurther...when did you fall in love with Lady Rosemary?"

"When did I -? What's brought this on?" He asks, taken aback by the sudden question.

Percival shrugs, tugging at the long warm sleeves on his coat. "I don't know. It's unimportant, I apologize."

"No no, it's alright. I don't mind, I just didn't expect such a question from you. Well, I suppose it was about two months after I moved to Vindborne. We became good friends and I knew I had to have her. Why?"

"You fell in love with her before you married her?"

"I did. Have you not?"

"No- I mean, no, I have. Of course I have. I love Maybelle, how could I not?"

"Okay."

And they continue walking, going to talk to people and buy some potatoes, like they promised the girls left at home.

"How many potatoes do we need?" Aurther asks, watching the large selection.

Percival, picking up a russet potato, thinks, then speaks, "One for each person."

"Right." Aurther selects ten.

"Are there ten people eating?"

"Give or take."

"Alright, then."

They pay for the veggies and leave, just in time to see the first falling snow flakes. Percival stops, staring at the snowflakes as they dance to the ground. Everso tenderly, he reaches his hand out, ungloved and the finger tips red as he resists the urge to shiver. One lands on his hand, bigger than the others and he watches it remain on his hand. It stays there as he observes it, then melts into a liquid he can barley feel. He watches the tiny puddle, then rubs his hands together, attempting to bury them in his sleeves, but it's tailored exactly to his size, so he can't.

"Forgive me for stating the obvious, but perhaps you should have worn gloves?" Aurther says, his voice giving away the amusement behind the chiding words.

"Ah- yes, perhaps. I knew it gets colder in the northwest, I just hadn't realized how cold. I imagined snow to feel like a petal from a tree blossom."

"Oh, that's right. You've never seen snow before, you've never had to wear more than a light sweater."

Percival smiles awkwardly, rubbing his hands warm to distract himself. "The way you say it makes it sound shameful. No, I haven't, my family isn't much into traveling."

"Oh, no, don't take shame in it. I just hadn't truly realized how unaccustomed you'd be to this climate, I should have tried more to advise you to dress warmly. We should get home soon, now, however."

"Yes, yes, we should."

Percival keeps playing with his hands, which are now more red than he's ever been before.

"Uh...Lord Aurther?"

"Yes, Percival?" Aurther feels strangely giddy at each opportunity for that name to roll off of his tounge and hang in the air around him. It feels so right, it's almost inappropriate.

"Is it normal for my hands to be so...um...colored? They're pink, and itchy." At his words, he recognizes the similarity to the effects of poison ivy back in Vindborne. "Am I allergic to the cold? That would be an issue, wouldn't it?"

Aurther looks at him and laughs. Before he can recognize the bad idea, he's holding Percival's right hand in both of his gloved ones. He can't help but find his conclusion endearing, but also wishing to warm him up and sweep away his worries. "No, you're not allergic to the cold. This is normal, if you're not covered properly, the itching is just your body trying to preserve its heat, we all get red in the cold. It's your blood rushing to those areas to regulate the temperature. You're fine. But, here." Aurther, to his regret, drops Percival's hand to tug off his black gloves and doesn't ask for permission when he places them over Percival's hands.

Percival, who hasn't spoken since the moment their hands met, simply pushes out a flustered 'thank you.' He feels his face get warmer, but he supposes that that's the energy that was going towards keeping his hands warm turning its attention to the only other exposed area left. He feels significantly less fridid.

Aurther, on his part, feels the air around them get warmer. He assumes that it's an illusion from the feeling that he knows is crawling under his skin.

"Percival?" Aurther says, just before they reach the entrance to his mother's house.

"Yes?"

"About your question from earlier?"

"Oh...," Percival shifts uncomfortably. "Yes?"

"Do you not love her?"

Percival looks around, avoiding where Aurther is standing.

"I... I'm unsure. I think I do."

"That may be something you want to figure out."

"Maybe."

Aurther can't help but hope that the answer is no. Please don't let him be in love with the girl he plans to marry. It's an empty, selfish, hope, yet it pounds at him.

"It's okay if you don't." Is it really? Is it okay to promise a girl marriage if you don't love her? He and Rosemary are a special case, but who's to say if Percival and Maybelle are the same?

"Is it?"

"Yes. Though, it'd be right if you told her so."

"Perhaps."

And they go inside, Percival returning the gloves to Aurther.

[pedroisghosties]

I've got to fill the void

(no outbreak!Joel x f!reader)

This is dedicated to all my daydreaming girls 🤍

No summary because it will lowkey ruin the fun, everything you need to be aware of is in the warnings (it's worth it, I promise)

Rating: +18 MDNI

Warnings: smut, established relationship, age gap (reader is in her mid 20's Joel in his early forties although it's never mentioned), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, not mentioned but reader enjoys being the stay at home wife for Joel, tiny bit of angst more for reader irl rather than Joel and reader in the fic, dirty talk, husband Joel, soft Joel, Joel isn't a dad in this, they're both horny and in love, no description of reader although it was written with a plus size girl in mind.

A/N: so here's my first fic finally, I wrote this with so much love and inexperience but here I am. Please lmk if there's a tw I should add.

Huge thanks to @xintothewoodswegox for being my beta and encouraging me every day to write something, I would've never considered writing (and posting it) if it wasn't for her, to @creedslove for also encouraging me and telling me that it's okay if I changed my mind mid fic.

You cursed to yourself as you walked through your vegetable patch collecting tomatoes, the rustling leaves on the ground and the branches of the trees above you swinging violently with the frigid air, the cold seeping through your thin cardigan and sending chills down your legs.

Wearing one of your flowy dresses hadn't seem like such a bad idea this morning with the sun burning hot up there but apparently the winter was trying to make itself present after 5pm everyday now.

Quickly picking the tomatoes and a few potatoes you hurried back inside, Joel would be back home soon and you didn't want him waiting for dinner knowing he always came home starving.

But first, you had to start a fire, the sun was going down quickly and the chill started to creep inside the cabin, having to cook dinner while freezing didn't sound too appealing.

An hour or so later, with dinner almost ready, you heard the front door open and the sound of some very familiar boots in the entryway.

Joel in his usual flannel shirt, jeans and boots combo was standing there, hair disheveled probably from running his hand through it one too many times and a frown on his face, although he tried to put on a smile for you as soon as he saw you come in his line of vision you were faster and quickly caught on his frustration.

You leaned against the wall, wiping your hands with a kitchen towel, “Hey there, handsome. Bad day at work?”

Joel let out a loud sigh and then a tiny chuckle, “I guess I'm pretty bad at hiding my emotions huh?” He was trying to take off his boots by stepping on the heel of each shoe.

You quickly approached him, arms fully extended at your sides in a horizontal position, signaling for a hug, Joel gave in immediately and buried his face in your hair while you did the same on his neck, both of you wanting to take in the smell of your lover.

It might seem silly but the love you felt for Joel was inexplicable, you knew he was the one for you. Ever since you were little you imagined marrying someone who you would be able to call your safe space, someone that would make you love your birthdays, someone that would be there for you through thick and thin, sickness and health, someone that would be nothing like your dad, simply someone like Joel.

Marrying him was the best decision ever, when he proposed out of the blue, in the middle of love making you thought it was a joke, something said in the heat of the moment but when you saw the seriousness on his face and the way he seemed nervous while speaking convinced you that it was real, it was finally happening. “This isn't how I had planned to do it but I couldn't wait anymore, I hope it’s okay with you?” You only managed to blurt out a “Yes!” before the tears took over. The next thing you knew he was quickly thrusting into you, getting both of you to an orgasm while he kept whispering against your lips how much he loved you, how he couldn't wait for you to be Mrs. Miller.

And two years later, here you were, happily married and with the house of your dreams. 

Pulling away from the hug you took Joel's face in your hands giving him a quick kiss before saying, “Lemme make your day better by saying I made your favorite, you hungry?”

“Oh god, I don't know how I missed the smell sweetheart, I'm starving actually, guess I was too busy looking at my pretty girl.” 

You felt his hand creep towards your butt cheek, kneading it and giving you a wink.

“Easy there.” you took his hand off your butt. “Dinner before dessert.”

Joel gave you a pout. “Always a party pooper.”

You ignored his complaints and quickly dragged him to the kitchen, making him sit on the kitchen table so you two could eat. 

Joel as usual complimented your food, if there was something Joel loved more than you as a whole, it was your food, he would go crazy for it and well, they say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach and Joel proved that to be very true.

As soon as you finished eating you sent Joel straight to the bathroom, it was the weekend and Joel had surprisingly decided to take two days off so you wanted a movie night with your man before he went back to work for a whole month without break.

You heard the shower turn off while you finished the dishes. It didn't take long for Joel to come up behind you, arms around your waist, flush against your back and already dressed but his hair still dripping wet.

“Joel, go dry your hair, you're dripping all over me.” You could feel his smirk against your neck.

“Mmm, I like you wet baby.” As if on command you felt your arousal starting to stain your underwear, Joel had that power and he knew it. 

He knew how much he affected you, everything he did made your hormones go crazy like a teenager with a crush.

Every time you saw him doing hard work you would find any excuse to ogle your own husband from the porch. While he cut the grass with one thin white shirt, drenched in sweat making it almost see through even though it was kinda chilly outside, when he worked on your vegetable patch being so soft despite him being a big man with hands calloused from the hard work he always did, or even just the domesticity of him helping you do laundry or the dishes.

You were obsessed with him and you knew he was just as obsessed with you, at least you hoped so, if the way he already had the front of your dress pulled down to roll your left nipple between his index and thumb was something to go by.

His right hand helped pull the other side of your dress exposing your bra-less chest to the chilly air, nipples going rigid, the fire must be dying down you thought to yourself.

“Joel, the fi-” He didn't even let you finish the sentence.

“Shh beautiful, let me have this, I'll fix the fire when I'm finished with you.”

You knew protesting was pointless, he was already pulling up your dress and sliding off your underwear and you would be lying if you said you didn't want it.

You had missed him, a lot, which could be considered ridiculous because just this morning he had fingered you while you jerked him off, promising yourselves that you couldn't take long because Joel was already late for work so touching each other was the best option.

But here you were again, both of you starving for more. The only sounds in the kitchen were your gasps and moans as Joel circled your clit, fingers trailing down towards your hole to gather some of your slick, quickly going back to your greedy nub, drawing circles making your eyes roll back, your head too heavy filled only with thoughts of Joel lolling back against his shoulder.

“Get my cock out baby, know you want it.” Desperate to feel him inside you, you reached back into his sweatpants, zero surprise on your face when you noticed he wasn't wearing underwear, it only made the whole thing easier.

Joel only let you give him a few pumps before he took over and bent you over the sink, his right hand in between your shoulder blades making you arch your ass and burying himself into you.

He stayed there for a second, giving you time to breathe but quickly starting a fast pace, you tried to find something to hold onto but the motion of his thrusts and the effect his cock had on your already dizzy head were making it impossible.

A hiss left your mouth, an odd sound after all the moaning you had been doing for quite some time now, Joel grabbed your chin twisting your head making you look at him, asking with his eyes what was bothering you, never stopping the motion but only slowing down.

“The sink is cold… here.” you tried to explain with your hands that your boobs were pressed against the cold sink, Joel quickly caught onto the problem and put a hand around your neck, hauling your body back against his, the other hand resting on your lower belly, this position was way nicer especially for your poor chest. 

He dragged the hand around your neck back towards your tits, kneading one while he sped up again, hungry for his and your release.

His hand on your lower belly sliding down towards your clit, making twisting and messy movements against it, you knew it wouldn't take long for him to finish and he wanted you to be there with him, he was just as desperate as you. 

Indeed it didn't take too long, you both were already on the edge, with his cock constantly knocking against that sweet spot and his fingers on your clit, it only took him a few more thrusts and you went over the edge, Joel following suit, a mix of groans and whimpers. Your legs shaking, threatening to stop functioning, thankfully Joel had a death grip on you.

Still coming down from your highs, Joel kept kissing every inch of skin he could reach while repeating praising words after each kiss.

“Always so good for me.” kiss “My beautiful wife.” kiss “I love you so much.” kiss. 

“Joel baby, let me go clean up.” You chimed with a snicker.

“None of that.” he decided that was the perfect moment to pull out, his seed almost dripping out of you if he hadn't put two fingers inside, his other hand dragging your underwear up your legs to put it in its place.

“You're gonna keep me inside while we watch a movie like the good little wife you are.” you listened carefully “And when we are done, I'm gonna fuck you again while I'm still dripping out of you.”

With your panties in their place you turned around to see a smug look on his face, you only managed to give him a quick nod.

“That's my good girl, finish up baby, I'll go fix the fire so we can pick a movie together.” 

With that he walked away, leaving you cock drunk and cold, you had completely forgotten about the fire dying down until he mentioned it again. 

Three quick snaps in front of your face brought you back. Your mom looking at you as if you were crazy, she had probably been at it for a few minutes now.

“You okay darling? I've been calling your name over and over, you seem lost.” She was looking you up and down as if looking for any possible injuries.

You shook your head slightly, “Yeah mom, it's okay, I was just thinking about… stuff.” You jerked your hand next to your head, signaling your spiraling thoughts.

“Alright.” She still seemed a bit skeptic, but probably saw no use in questioning you further. “Come downstairs, dinner is ready, help me set up the table, yeah?”

“I'll be right there.” you gave her a crooked smile.

She gave you a curt nod and without another word she turned around and closed the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sinking feeling of reality washing over you, tears pricking your eyes as the shame took over, you were a grown adult dreaming about someone you'll never have but you couldn't stop.

Furiously wiping your eyes, you stood up and took a deep breath walking towards your door, your mom would start calling your name again if you didn't hurry.

It was fine, you thought to yourself, you were capable of telling what was reality and what was a delusion, you could manage it just fine even if every night you laid on your bed with sleep already clouding your head still thinking of him. 

It was perfectly fine, this wasn't the first nor the last time you dreamed about him, maybe the next time, your dreams and him would come true.

This was written as a coping mechanism for my daydreaming and the emotions I go through when it happens to me. This does not represent everyone's experience but if there's someone out there that can relate and found this fic comforting in some way then I feel completed as a writer.

This blog will always be a safe space for sharing all the delulu scenarios, no judging, no questioning and thank you for reading.

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[donutloverxo]

Spoiled

Kinktober day 5 - Mirror sex

*gif is not mine*

Note - this is a bit of a rushed job. Because while I like August I didn't want to end the year on him lol. It has to be our husband. Thank you so so much for all the support and love all of you have shown me this past year, it's serves as a great motivation for me. I have a resolution of writing 200k in the next year so hopefully there's a lot more hoeness and happiness this coming year for us all. Love y'all❤

This is the last part and sequel to past self and messed up. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Warnings - 18+ only, Smut (m/f), daddy kink, light anal play, hints to threesomes, jealous Steve, cum play, rough sex, general nastiness.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2k

“I am so tired. I mean time travelling is fun and all but sooo exhausting,” you mumbled into the pillow as you laid face flat on your bed. The soft plush mattress providing some much needed comfort to your sore muscles.

After the snap both you and Steve had moved into a brownstone in Brooklyn, it was much smaller than your quarters in the compound but you never really liked having that much of a distance from him anyway.

Even if you weren’t doing anything, you’d prefer to do nothing with him. Just lounging around on like a couple of couch potatoes.

It was hard for him to not have much to do. With half the world gone and the Avengers broken up he spent most of his days volunteering and leading therapy groups. Telling others to move on, that’s what their loved ones would want for them, while not being able to do so himself. Blaming himself for everything that had happened.

He told you that having all that free time made his mind go to dark places, thinking of his past, of all the lives that he wasn’t able to save. And after years of denying that he needed any, he decided to go to therapy.

They were a tough few years. But everything was fine now. As fine as it could be. His friends were back, you joked about how Bucky and Tony had matching cyborg arms now, he laughed at that but they didn’t. There was still plenty of hostility there, he didn’t exactly expect them to become ‘bffs', as you’d called it, hopefully they’d learn to get along.

He unzipped your boots, pulling them off and massaging your feet, listening to you babble nonsense about all your theories about time travel.

He always called you his sunshine. It was an apt petname for you, you brought light into his life, you were his light at the end of the tunnel. After years of being alone, it was as if he was waiting for you all along.

While you had your share of breakdowns during those five years, lots of fights with him because you wanted to move on and not be stuck in the past. He agreed with you, he didn’t want to be stuck, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t give up on those he loved.

You were always there for him. His only solace during those dark times.

He had changed a lot, when he met you he was still the Captain, then he was on the run, living in shady motels and not knowing who the fuck he was.

He became a bit more melancholic after the snap, the whole world did, a lot needier for you and your attention and love. Because he was so grateful you weren’t gone.

If you had... he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

He knew it annoyed you because even though you loved him, that he didn’t doubt one bit, you also liked your independence. But he’ll always need you way more than you need him.

“Sunshine?” he called for your attention, his hands now moving up to your calves, applying just the little bit of pressure.

You giggled, looking over your shoulder to him as you felt your face heat up, “I swear, Steve, you’re so cheesy.”

“Do you...” he cleared his throat and then shook his head, it was stupid of him to even think something like that much less verbally express it to you.

You turned around, laying flat on your back, “What?”

“It’s silly,” he pressed his lips in a thin line.

“I don’t care, you still have to tell me. Come on,” you lightly kicked your legs which were on his lap.

“Do you ever wish... you were with someone closer to your age.”

He couldn’t look at you, even after all these years of being together he couldn’t be completely vulnerable--a life of rejection making him anticipate the worst.

“Why would you say that?” you sat up, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged.

It wasn’t just that you were younger, almost everyone was younger compared to him, but you had a young soul that would never grow old.

And he... he was no fun sometimes, how long would it take for you to grow tired of him. Did just you like the thrill of being on the run? When he was more edgier and rougher than he is now.

“I could never even imagine being with anyone but you,” you assured him.

He scoffed, “Didn’t seem like that when you were with him.”

“Oh, you mean ‘you'?” you cocked your head to the side, feigning innocence.

You knew how jealous your fawning over his past self’s beard had made him. To be honest, you would lose your shit if he acted that way towards any other woman, even if said woman was a version of you.

He shook his head, “Forget I said anything.”

“Wait,” you cupped his cheek, making him look at you, “You’re so jelly and needy sometimes, daddy.”

He bit the inside of his as you knelt on the floor before him, parting his legs, your hands fumbling with his belt but he stopped you by holding onto your wrists.

“We should get cleaned up...” he half heartedly tried to stop you but you managed to pull all his straps open and take his hardening erection out of his pants.

“We probably should...” you hummed, “But I guess I need to show daddy how much I love him,” peaking out your tongue to circle his leaking tip.

“I know you love me, sweetheart, but I just worry sometimes if I’m too old fashioned for you?” he wondered, letting out a shuddering moan as you took him in your mouth, looking up at him with your wide innocent eyes--always so full of life.

You swallowed around him, moaning at the familiar taste and scent of him, taking him deeper till he hit the back of your throat.

Steve being old fashioned did bother you a little at times. Not the part where he was an absolute gentleman, always holding the door open for you, paying for your dates. But where he always wanted to be the one protecting you. Taking care of you. Which was good, but he needs some loving too.

“Swallow it all, honey,” he instructed as he held your head down, his spend coating the back of your throat as you followed his command like a good girl.

Opening your mouth and holding out your tongue, “I did it, daddy,” you proclaimed proudly.

He prodded at your mouth with his fingers, under your tongue, to make sure that you got all of it, “Good girl,” he smiled as you suckled on his fingers, “you always need to have your mouth stuffed, honey, don’t you?”

You only nodded, letting out a pathetic whine when he pulled his fingers out with a loud pop.

“Let’s go shower, honey,” he said but then frowned when you shook your head.

“Are you done already? That’s it?” Don't say it, don’t... “Got another one in ya?”

You knew you were digging your own grave, of Steve wanted you he could literally fuck you for days, you had tried to ‘test' that on your honeymoon. To see who would give out first, your poor pussy or his unyielding supersoldier stamina.

Obviously he won and you were never able to complete your little experiment.

He gave you a fake sweet smile, dripping with--so much malice which was so not Steve. Gripping your hair he yanked you back to bare your neck to him, his other hand tracing your pulse point before wrapping around your neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure - because you were precious, he’d never want to actually hurt you, “I was going to make love to you in the shower, sweetheart.” he squeezed tighter as you choked, wrapping your tiny hands around his wrist, “But then you had to go and say that. What should we do with you?” he mused.

“Fuck me?” you sassed, while making love sounded nice, you would much rather have a good dicking down.

“No, you have to learn your lesson, honey. I maybe older but it only makes me better. I’ll have to show you I guess,” he tutted.

Hauling you up, with his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you both stood before the dressing mirror you had gotten a few months ago, pressing your cheek against its cool surface as he worked on the seams of your cat suit.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he confessed, ever since you had bought the large mirror, he liked to watch you as he took you apart in it, sometimes making you look, somehow that seemed to suck all your sass and feistiness and you’d just turn into a shy flustered mess in his arms, refusing to look at the mirror or at him.

Which would only fuel his lust, because he still had the ability to surprise you, even after he’d seen all of you. Felt all of your caverns, and you, intimately and knew them like the back of his hand.

“Never really got the opportunity to, now’s good a time as any, wouldn’t you agree?” he nibbled at the shell of your ear, smirking as you weakly nodded.

“You’re so good at doing what you’re told.” He pressed a kiss to your hair, kneeling behind you to rid you of your tight pants before burying his head between your legs.

Nudging your intimate lips apart with the lip of his tongue, “You’re already soaked, honey,” he observed, licking his lips to savor your taste before prodding at your second hole with his tongue, just so he could hear you gasp.

“Steve!” you exclaimed, not expecting that. While Steve was more of an ass man, he never wanted to fuck you or even touch you there. But after a lot of course convincing from your side he had to give in.

He bit the flesh of your buttocks before speaking against it, “Since you like having all your holes stuffed, maybe I should call Bucky to help me out sometime...”

“Really?!” you perked up, looking down at him over your shoulder.

He didn’t give you an answer, instead fucking you with his tongue tillyou were quivering around him, crying out loud, as the mirror fogged up.

“Bucky’s nice...” you mumbled incoherently as he rose to his feet, his nails digging into your hips as he picked you up till you were standing on your top toes to meet his height. Sheathing his hard length inside you in one firm thrusts as he stayed still to let you get used to him.

“Hm. Am I not nice?” you saw him frown behind in his reflection, “I buy you whatever you want. Give you whatever you want, don’t I? Apparently it’s not enough for you. You’re getting too spoiled, I need to start saying no,” he drove each word home with hard thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix, his warm breath brushing the back of your neck.

“NOOO,” you whined, tears streaming down your face at such an outrageous prospect. Steve never said no to you. Not even when you literally asked for a threesome with his past self. “I was saying...” You tried to say but moaned as he pinched your clit, trying to jerk away from him but his firm hold on you made it impossible. “That he’s nice...” you panted, “Slow down, please!”

He hummed to make a show of thinking about it but then fastened his pace, twisting your clit between his fingers as he watched your face in the mirror.

“No.”

“He’s nice.... but he’s not you,” you wailed, clenching around him as your climax washed over you.

He had to hold onto your waist, so you wouldn’t collapse on your shaky leg, he smiled, “That’s very touching, doll.” He said.

“’is the truth.”

“I wouldn’t mind sharing it with Bucky though. He knows you’re mine.” Unlike a certain someone who was dumb enough to think he had any claim on you, “Can you hold for me?” he asked as you nodded.

Planting your hands against the mirror you braced yourself as he fucked you from behind, filling you up to the brim with his warmth.

“Okay then. You wouldn’t find me kicking him out of my bed...” you giggled.

[harpyloon]

“ginny, i always want to sleep with you” // hinny

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

W.C: 2.5k+

Summary: Harry Potter is always a blubbering mess when it comes to Ginerva Weasley.

Warnings: pure fluff! sprinkles of angsty angst, squint and you’ll find mentions of war/battle and death. everybody lives AU!

A/N: A fic written for the @harryandginuary Ginuary gift challenge. Happy Ginuary @/gins-potter​ 😍😍😍I hope you ENJOY!!!

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Harry didn't think this through.

After defeating the Dark Lord and winning a wizarding war, he assumed he'd never have to think about anything ever again—at least not for a while. But gazing at her small blinking dot for almost half a year on a rotten piece of parchment apparently made him delusional, because at the moment—months after the battle of Hogwarts—sitting in the kitchen at the Burrow, his longing stare almost bore a hole through Ginny Weasley's face.

His Ginny.

Wincing to himself, Harry prodded on the peas in his plate. His subconscious when it came to Ginny was his greatest enemy and his biggest embarrassment. If anyone even came close to guessing what kind of dreams he had when it came to her... well... He breathed away the flush threatening to creep up his neck.

"More peas, Harry dear?"

Mrs. Weasley peered at him from the head of the table, a frown on her freckled face, "You've hardly eaten anything. Don't think I've noticed how skinny you've been getting again. I'd be having a word with Alastor about your Auror training. Ever since he got back he's been more insufferable—"

Snatching the dish of treacle tart in front of him, Harry filled his plate with a slice.

"I'm up for dessert now actually, Mrs. Weasley, thanks."

This seemed to satisfy her well enough. "Well, I whipped that up just for you so eat up."

He felt a nudge on his knee as Ron leaned in to whisper once Mrs. Weasley was out of earshot, "Save me some, will you? She goes barmy when we touch your treacle tart."

Harry smiled and nodded. Meals at the Burrow he was used to but he knew he'd never get tired of. His Auror training held him back a ton of weekends in the past few months, and being home felt splendid. Of course, he was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but Harry hoped Mr. & Mrs. Weasley knew how grateful he was.

Risking a glance across the table once again, Harry saw Ginny serving herself second helpings of mash. Her favorite, Harry thought. He remembered her hating Madame Pudifoodt's Tea Shop for its lack of savory spreads, the one time they attempted a visit during his sixth year. It ended up turning into a laugh as she snorted at all the snogging instead of actually drinking tea.

"So this is your kind of place, huh?" Ginny teased as she sifted through the menu.

Harry blushed, "Er—you don't like it? I kind of reckoned girls like this place..."

He chuckled nervously as she gave him a pointed look.

"Really, Potter?"

Breathing out a sigh of relief, he snatched the menu away from her, already standing.

"Three Broomsticks then?"

He knew he'd buy her all the Butterbeers in the world for the smile he earned.

A foot prodded Harry back to the present.

"What, Ron?" he grumbled.

Ron frowned at him. "What'd you mean 'what'"?

"You just—"

Someone coughed loudly across from them.

Both turning, they saw Ginny heaving over her mash, a fist in her mouth. Fred was rubbing her back soothingly beside her.

Harry blinked. It was her. She kicked him.

"Alright there, Gin?" Fred mused. "I told you to take it easy on the potatoes, you crazy woman."

"Do the Harpies know what kind of stomach they'll be feeding once they sign you in?" said George. "I bet you they'll break a sweat once they find out your appetite."

Ginny threw George a withering look after downing a glass of water. "Don't jinx it, you idiot."

"Have you heard back yet, Gin?" Ron asked over a mouth full of pudding.

"More like they haven't heard from Ginny," chuckled Hermione.

All the Weasley brothers gaped. Even Harry.

"What?" sputtered George, "You're making the Holyhead Harpies wait?"

The youngest Weasley scoffed. "I'm not making anyone wait. I was just standing by for the holidays before I give a reply."

"Well, it's the holidays now."

Ginny rolled her eyes and Harry's gut clenched. The mad part of his brain loved it when she did that.

"I am well aware," she said, "If you all are so eager, does anyone want to take my place then?"

Her brothers merely grumbled while Hermione laughed. It's been the talk of the town for a while now, after Ginny received a letter from the Harpies a few months after the beginning of her seventh year. The whole house went completely ballistic, even Hogwarts as well—or so Harry heard.

It took a month to bury the dead from battle and a whole summer to rebuild Hogwarts from the rubble; the Ministry was still in the process of rehabilitation, and the whole wizarding community was yet to heal, licking the wounds that Voldemort left behind. Ginny's Quidditch scouting was the first good news they'd received in a long time.

He didn't get back together with Ginny after the war, and there was no reunion like he'd always imagined in those long nights without her, in search for the Horcruxes. It wasn't as if they both avoided it, there just wasn't any time—time to talk, time alone, time for anything. Everyone had their hands full following the battle, and when things started to fall back into place, they've simply slipped through each other's fingers; Ginny whisked away by the Hogwarts Express, and Harry to the Ministry to begin his training as an Auror.

He considered moving on, especially on days when he'd think about her roaming the halls of Hogwarts, her fiery red hair blazing after her. She'd find someone, he thought bitterly. If she hasn't already.

But they'd written to each other, sparingly, although they did still. Short snippets of their day, what they ate for breakfast, the new set of professors at school, Mad-Eye's torturous lessons; Harry was the first person outside the castle to find out about her Harpies letter.

He caught her eye from across the table and she raised a brow at him as if to say What, Potter?

Chuckling under his breath, Harry shook his head and tapped the bowl of uneaten mash beside his plate. He saved it for her.

Ginny's gaze landed on it and her face lit up. If Harry didn't know any better, her hair seemed to glow even redder. His imagination loved to exaggerate his visuals when it came to her.

He felt a tiny poke on his toe as if to warn him not to react violently—she gave him a look and he pursed his lips, looking back down at his peas and moving them around once again. Then slowly, an ankle wrapped itself around one of his own and rested there.

Harry exhaled slowly, willing his pulse to calm.

He was not over Ginny Weasley at all. Not one bit.

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Creeping quietly down the steps, Harry tried his best to avoid the noisy floorboards (that he still didn't memorize to save his life). His two best friends didn't mention anything, but he knew they wanted some alone time. And he certainly didn't want to be around once the candles dimmed and Ron and Hermione started making eyes at each other.

He was almost at the first landing when the door to his left creaked open.

"Hermione?"

"Sorry. It’s me."

Ginny opened the door wider, gazing up at Harry, her face bemused. She was dressed for bed. "They kicked you out already?"

Laughing quietly, he said, “You know they’d never. I volunteered.”

She smiled knowingly. “Of course you did. Well, come on in then.”

Harry stared at her retreating form, clearly confused.

In? In where? In her room? Just the two of them?

Ginny disappeared inside but the door remained open.

Should he knock and ask her what she meant? Should he just go inside? It's not like he hasn't before.

Suddenly, the most recent memory of Ginny's room flashed through his consciousness—his 17th birthday.

"Something to remember me by."

Harry's ears grew hot. He refused to let that specific recollection surface when he wasn't alone, or in the confines of his own quarters. It made his brain go fuzzy.

"Harry?" he heard Ginny's faint voice from inside, then footsteps. She appeared by the door once again. When she saw his face, her brows furrowed. "What happened?"

Harry attempted to clear his throat without sounding like a retching toad. "Er—I'm—" he was sure his face was now as red as her hair, "I was going to take the couch actually," he managed weakly.

"The couch," Ginny said flatly.

He swallowed. "Y-yeah. Downstairs."

The silence was deafening and it stretched on for minutes. Or at least that's what it felt like in Harry's rowdy head. He needed to meditate. Merlin. He was losing it.

Finally, she said, "Okay. Goodnight then."

She gave him a strained smile then quietly shut the door before he could reply.

Harry stood there, mouth hanging open slightly.

Ginny Weasley just invited him inside her bedroom and he refused. He refused. Of all the things in the world that made him a blubbering idiot, it was his best friend's little sister. He always seemed to be dumbfounded whenever she was in the vicinity of his space.

"Idiot," he muttered to himself as he descended the stairs, no longer bothering to mask his footsteps. "Idiot, idiot, idiot."

Harry sulked his way to the living room, his mood most definitely dismal. Girls were a nightmare. He had no idea how their brains ever worked and every time he felt like he finally had a grasp at a situation, he was suddenly ten steps back.

He waved his wand mindlessly over the Weasley's tweed couch and leaned by the fireplace as he watched it transform into a small sofa bed.

Would he wake anyone if he flooed Sirius at this hour? He knew his godfather would still be up at Grimmauld Place, and would doubtlessly jinx him between the eyes if he found out what Harry had just done.

"You're just like James," he heard Sirius' voice say in his head. He never seemed to let this fact go, even when he knew that Harry was well aware of how he was a spitting image of his father. Sirius especially loved to point this out when it came to matters about Ginny.

"Dad actually ended up with Mum didn't he, Sirius," Harry growled under his breath as he settled on his makeshift bed, patting his pillow down with more force than necessary. He was in the mood for a petty fight and he wished his godfather was around for one.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps thumping down the stairs. Harry jostled into a sleeping position at once and took off his glasses, planting himself still in the awful case that Mrs. Weasley found him huddled on their living room couch. She wouldn't have the heart to wake him would she? He didn't want her causing a scene with Ron and Hermione. Harry tried as best as he could to look as wasted as possible, even attempting at a snore.

The footsteps came nearer, and he felt them stop by the door of the living room. He tried to even his breathing.

"Really?"

His eyes shot open.

Sitting up suddenly, he found Ginny standing by the doorway, her arms crossed. Only the dim moonlight illuminated the room, and Harry had to squint before he remembered he took off his glasses. His hands fumbled as he perched them back on, his eyes meeting Ginny's vexed gaze.

"Ginny," he said lamely.

"Are you seeing someone?"

"What?"

Her hair glowed in the dark space, like a warm halo around her head.

"You heard me."

Harry's pulse seemed to be skyrocketing. "Seeing someone? I don— no. No. I'm not seeing anybody at all."

Ginny looked skeptical. "Right."

Almost tripping over his own slippers, Harry barely managed to scramble to his feet in front of the only girl who plagued his dreams. He wanted to embrace her. Could he do that? Was he allowed to, still?

"Ginerva," he was breathless. "You have no idea..." Harry tried to calm his racing heart. Just get the words out, idiot. "You have no idea how much I think about you."

Her eyes gave nothing away as she looked up at him, and only her crossed arms kept the space between them. Harry saw tendrils of her hair stir as he exhaled. He wanted to kiss her.

When she said nothing, he lifted his hand experimentally, waiting for her to flinch or back away. Not sensing rejection yet, Harry trailed his fingers through the wisps of hair by her ear. He could smell her. He held himself from inhaling too deeply.

"Different shampoo?" he murmured.

Ginny sniffed, "Mum tried a different witch brand."

"Hmmm. Jasmine was my favorite."

She rolled her eyes. "I know."

Harry threaded his fingers through her hair, brushing her scalp now, and Ginny leaned into his touch.

He smiled. "But I like this one too."

"We should just share shampoos."

"Good idea."

They were silent for a moment. Just listening to each other breathing while Harry combed his fingers through Ginny's soft hair. The ends were still damp, he noticed.

"I missed you," she said suddenly, quietly. Her eyes were roaming all over his face as if gauging his reaction.

"I missed you too."

"But you don't want to sleep with me."

Harry's cheeks turned pink in the dark as he breathed out a laughed. "Ginny, I always want to sleep with you."

"I meant sleep sleep, you perv!" she pinched his stomach.

Trying to stifle his chuckle so as not to wake the rest of the house, he drew her in, finally bracketing her in his arms. "Ah, well, I mean that too, I guess."

Ginny huffed but melted with his touch. "I will have you know that I've turned down suitors for you, Harry Potter. So if you won't stake your claim, then I'd better take one of them up on their offers."

Harry's gaze narrowed. "Will you, now?"

"Watch me. Apparently, I'm quite popular with the Hufflepuffs—"

He leaned in lightning-quick, aiming for her luscious mouth. She expected it because her eyes closed in instinct, waiting for him to seal the connection. But Harry hovered. He felt the feathered touch of her lips on his but he stayed there, eyes open—trailing over her closed lids, the bridge of her nose, and the aggressive spread of freckles over the expanse of her cheeks.

"May I kiss you?" he asked against her lips.

Ginny's eyes blinked open but she didn't pull away. "Since when have you started asking?"

Harry was glad they were so close that she wouldn't be able to see his neck flush. "Since I let you go once."

This time, she did pull away, but only a tiny fraction. Just enough for him to witness her wrinkle her nose. "So saving the world has made you a complete sap."

She was teasing.

He shrugged, but grinned sheepishly nonetheless, "For you, yeah. I always have been though, haven't I?"

Twirling her arms around his neck and brushing her fingers through his unruly hair, Ginny pressed herself against Harry fully, her face shining with emotion.

"Then snog the living daylights out of me, Harry Potter."

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

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" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

[ga-yuu]

~Sweet Punishment~ Yoritomo Route

(I know I already did the summary of this, but I just couldn't resist when I see Yoritomo.)

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The trees, dyed bright red and yellow, sway their leaves in the autumn breeze.

On this day, I was with Kagetoki-san and others, gathered in the hall by order of Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: "Okay, everyone is here. I'm going to ask you a straightforward question. What does autumn mean to you?"

Yuno: "Autumn?"

Yoritomo: "That's right. Anything you can think of, I want to hear your thoughts."

(Autumn, huh? Let's see...)

Kagetoki: "Well... If I had to pick, I'd say reading. I love reading in the long autumn nights."

Tamamo: "I'm all for the food, of course. Sweet potatoes, mushrooms, persimmons, chestnuts, pears...the list goes on and on."

Yoritomo: "Chestnuts are good, indeed."

Yuno: "It would be fun to go chestnut picking together!" (Yuno is sooooooooooo cute.)

Shigehira: "Woah woah, don't deviate from the main topic."

(Oh, I shouldn't.)

I hurriedly kept my mouth shut, and my eyes met Shigehira-kun's.

Shigehira: "Is there something you want to do, Yuno-san?"

Yuno: "Hmmm.... I think I'll go for the plants. There are many medicinal plants that can only be found in autumn."

Yoritomo: "That's just like you. But none of them are the answers I'm looking for."

Morinaga: "Then, what does autumn mean to you, Yoritomo-sama?"

Yoritomo: "Training."

Tamamo: "It’s going to be a sweaty autumn then! I'm surprised to hear you say this,..... but what are you up to?"

Morinaga: "It's not too hot or too cold, so it's a good time to get moving."

Yoritomo: "Isn't it? So we'll have a martial arts tournament."

The air in the hall seemed to tighten at the sound of his dignified voice.

Yoritomo: " Of course, we’re not doing this just for fun. The purpose is to strengthen the martial arts skills of the entire army. The winner is determined by a winner-takes-all competition, and the last one standing is rewarded with rice."

Tamamo: "Rice..... I'll have chestnut, of course, but sweet potatoes are very good, too."

Yoritomo: "What are you trying to win? Anyway, this time, you all will be working behind the scenes. You too, Tamamo. Kagetoki and Tamamo, you will assist me in running the whole thing. Shigehira and Morinaga were entrusted with guiding the participants in their training."

Kagetoki, Shigehira, Morinaga: "Yes!"

Tamamo: "What, no rice for me? Well, we'll have a party later, won't we? Let's hope there will be some good food there."

Kagetoki: "It's more motivating to have a friendly competition than to just to train."

Morinaga: "It's like a festival, right? I can't take part, but it gets my blood pumping."

Yoritomo: "Isn’t it? It's time like these that we need these events."

(I guess that's why we're here now because we don't know when the war will break out.)

(....In his own way, Yoritomo-sama is thinking of his subordinates when he makes this proposal.)

(I also want to help.)

Yuno: "Yoritomo-sama, I also want to help."

Yoritomo: "You can. But you wouldn't listen to me anyway, will you?"

Yuno: "Yes, I'll do my best."

(Then I'll have to get more herbs than usual.)

(Oh, and I think I need a spared bandage. And ......)

As I quickly thought about my preparations, I felt someone pinching my cheek.

Yuno: "Yoritomo-sama?"

Yoritomo: "Geez, you're always like this. When it comes to working, that's all you see."

Yuno: "I don't want to hear that from Yoritomo-sama. Even Yoritomo-sama, works day and night....."

(Hm?)

Suddenly I felt some gazes on me.

The next thing we knew, everyone's warm eyes were on us.

(I shouldn't! They're all here.)

Tamamo: "They are fighting like couple and that they only have eyes for each other and their work....I'd say, but Yoritomo did it on purpose, didn't he?"

Yoritomo: "Yeah, because she looks cute when she fights back."

Yuno(blushing): "!"

(I've been teased..... How embarrassing....)

Shigehira: "Please do those things when you both are alone."

Morinaga: "I think we're done here, so we'll leave you to your business."

Kagetoki: "Please feel free to go crazy."

Everyone left, leaving me and Yoritomo-sama in the hall.

Yoritomo: "Hey, Yuno."

Yuno: "Hm?....Oh."

My arms were drawn and I lean on Yoritomo-sama.

My heart began to beat faster and faster at the thought of being in a place where I didn't know who could see me.

Yuno: "No. Not here."

Yoritomo: "It's all right, there's no one here at the moment. More importantly.....I'll ask you to help with the first aid necessities. I'd let you do it, but on one condition."

Yuno: "Condition?"

Yoritomo: "Yeah."

The sound of Yoritomo-sama's breathing gently tickles my ear....

Yoritomo: "Don't overdo and if you need anything, just ask. If you don't, I'll make sure you get what you deserve."

Yuno: ".......!"

Provocative words flow into my ears makes my heart beat even more wildly.

(it's Yoritomo-sama, so he's not going to go easy on me.)

(But, what is that punishment?)

A moment later, both hands were grabbed and put together, and restrained with one hand.

Yuno: "Eh----Hmm."

Without hesitation, my lips were sealed and my eyes widen in surprise.

I tried to escape, but he held me by the back of the head, and the kiss became more and more deeper.

Yuno: "Mmm.....Ha...ah."

I was struggling for air, but the kissing never stops.....

As I was finally released, I started to breathe.

Yuno: "Yoritomo...sama?"

Yoritomo: "It's not bad to show people that you're mine."

(You mean, if I break my promise, he'll do this to me in public?)

Yuno(blushing): "Please don't do that...."

Yoritomo(smiling): "That's up to you. If you understand, don't overwork."

Yuno: "....Yes."

(Because it's Yoritomo-sama, I'll definitely do it.)

(But I have to be careful about this.)

......................

Then a few days later.

I was treating the injured soldiers while Morinaga-san and Shigehira-kun were in charge of the training.

Tamamo was also present since he had some free time.

Yuno: "This is the end of the treatment of your injuries. Good luck with your training."

Soldier: " Thank you!"

As I was smiling at everyone's enthusiasm, I heard the sound of hurried footsteps.

Retainer: "Yuno-san are you here? I'd like to talk to you about the medicine you're preparing."

Yuno: "Yes, I'll be there soon."

I informed Morinaga-san and the others and hurried to leave the room----

Yuno: "Oh!?"

I bumped into someone at the entrance.

Yuno: "So-Sorry---"

???: "Are you okay?"

(Ah, that voice.)

Yoritomo(smiling): "Don't be in such a hurry."

Yuno: “Yoritomo-sama!”

I bow my head, a little relieved that the person I bumped into was someone I was in love with.

Yuno: “Sorry, I was in a hurry.”

Yoritomo: “As long as, you don’t hurt yourself, its fine. You seem to be very busy, is there anything you need help with?”

(Although Yoritomo-sama told me to rely on him.)

Preparations for the martial arts tournament had begun and Yoritomo-sama was busier than ever.

First of all, this is a job that I volunteered to help with.

(I can’t let Yoritomo-sama get me and I can still do my best.)

Yuno: “No. I am doing fine. Excuse me, I’m in a hurry.”

I acted brightly as I could and left the place.

Yoritomo(smiling): “........Geez.”

Yoritomo sees off Yuno’s back, proudly as if he is amazed.

Then, Tamamo and Morinaga who was watching them, comes by.

Morinaga: “Yuno has been working really hard lately, right?”

Tamamo: “She running all over the place more than ever.”

Morinaga: “Thanks to her, everyone’s spirits are up. They don’t even mind getting injured now that there is a cute girl to take care of them.”

Yoritomo: “I see.”

Tamamo: “Aren’t you jealous? You never know when some random man will come and challenge you for her.”

Yoritomo: “Her heart already belongs to me. If a man comes and challenges me, I won’t let him take her away from me.”

Morinaga: “As expected, you seem very confident.”

Tamamo: “..............”

..................

That night----

As I was preparing the medicine in my room before going to sleep, Tamamo came to see me.

Tamamo: “You are still working?”

Yuno: “Yes, just little more for tomorrow.”

Tamamo: “No way. You look very tired. Don’t push your limit. So that’s why.....”

Tamamo, smiles wistfully and claps his hands---

The next moment, he quickly turned into a cute little fox.

Yuno: “Eh, why did you change your form?”

Tamamo: “Touching me, who is super cute and furry, has a great soothing effect. Go on, fluff yourself to your heart’s content.”

As if to give everything away, Tamamo rolls over on his stomach. 

(Tamamo’s belly, looks soft and fluffy!)

The tempting offer makes my heart flutter, but the face of my Yoritomo-sama comes to my mind.

(Yoritomo-sama told me to rely on him.)

I feel guilty, but I can’t resist my greed. .....

I put Tamamo on my lap and boldly buried my face in her belly.

(This is....!)

Yuno(blushing): “Mo..Mofumofu...!”

Tamamo: “Isn’t it?”

(Hmmmm, this is going to be a habit.)

It’s the best touch I can imagine and I’ll just get hooked----

Yoritomo: “Yuno, I’m coming in.”

(!?)

Before I could reply, Yoritomo-sama opened the doors and entered my room.

Yoritomo: “........”  (Okay, so let me try reading Yoritomo’s mind:*pictures regular Tamamo and Yuno resting her face on his belly*)

Our eyes meet and we stopped moving for a moment.

(What should I do? I can’t believe that Yoritomo-sama saw me like this....)

Tamamo: “It’s a crime to interrupt the time of lovers. Good night~” (You LITTLE BITCH!)

Yuno: “Wait!”

Tamamo jumped of my lap and left the room.

Yoritomo(angry): “........” (mind reading: “I told her that she could rely on me and yet she went to Tamamo. But they’re just friends and I know Yuno would never cheat on me. But still she went to HIM instead of me. Looks like she’s really wants to get punished. You’re such a sly, you know.”)

Yuno: “I sorry. I’m really sorry.”

(He’s angry. He is really angry. I can feel it.)

The awkwardness in the air makes me look down.

 I clenched my fingertips in preparation for my punishment and was lightly popped when he flicked my forehead.

Yuno: “Eh...”

Yoritomo: “As I expected. It’s already late, finish your work and go to bed. If you don’t, then I’ll change your clothes and take you to bed.”

Yuno: “No need. I’m in bed! Already!”

Yoritomo: “Good.”

(I wonder if he would say something.)

(But,,,,you were so worried about me that you went out of your way to see how I was doing...)

Although I feel a little uncomfortable with the overly gentle attitude. But that was soon overridden by the joy that came from Yoritomo-sama’s thoughtfulness.

......................

Finally, the day of the tournament arrived.

(Okay, let’s do our best.)

Yuno: “Thank you for your hard work!”

Soldiers: “Eh....”

When I went to the waiting area of the first-aid team, I got a strange look from everyone.

Soldier: “Yuno-san, why are you here?”

Yuno: “Huh? What do you mean?”

Yoritomo(fake smile): “Ah, Yuno. I didn’t know you were here.”

At the appearance of Yoritomo-sama, all his men straighten their postures in unison.

Yoritomo(smiling): “I’m hoping you’ll join me in keeping an eye on everyone’s progress. As a reward for all the hard work you’ve done today, will you come and watch the game with me?”

Soldier: “Yes, leave the work to us!”

Yuno: “Er, well...”

Yoritomo: “Well, let’s go then.”

(Ah)

While I was hesitating, he immediately pulled my hand.

...............

We were shown to our seats, which were the best seats in the venue, giving a view of the entire arena.

(Is is going to be okay?)

He makes me sit down on the tatami mat, and I somewhat started to feel nervous.

Then Yoritomo-sama, who was sitting next to me, leaned close to me.

Yoritomo: “It cold today. Let me make sure, you don’t get cold.”

A knee cover was placed softly across my lap and Yoritomo-sama’s.

Yuno: “Thank you.”

Yoritomo: “It’s nothing to be thankful for. ....but it’s still a bit cold. Would it be warmer if I did this?”

Yuno; “!”

He hugs me around the waist and I leaned lightly on Yoritomo-sama.

At that moment, a buzz spread around us.

Yuno(blushing): “Yo-Yoritomo-sama?”

Yoritomo(smiling): “You’re very warm.”

(Yes, it’s warmer than before.)

As you can see, I’m embarrassed, so I try to speak up.

Maid 1: “Yoritomo-sama is so kind, isn’t he?”

Maid 2: “Yeahhh, I’m jealous.”

I hurriedly closed my mouth, when heard the jealous comments one after another.

(Somehow, we are just keep getting a lot of attention.)

(In this situation, I can’t say ‘let go’, can I?)

Yuno(blushing): “Mm, Yoritomo-sama is also warm.”

I smiled awkwardly and snuggled up to Yoritomo-sama quietly.

(I feel like, Yoritomo-sama....is little scary.)

(The other night was a bit of a let down, maybe there’s more to it?)

When I was suspicious of his overly gently manner, our hands came together under the blanket.

Yoritomo(smiling): “Your fingertips are getting warmer.”

With a warm, sunny voice, the tips of the finger rub together.

His gaze is filled with deep compassion....

(How can I doubt this kindness.)

When I thought about it, Morinaga, the referee, appeared at the game.

Morinaga: “Then, let’s start the first game, both teams come forward!”

The match starts-----

I was completely absorbed into the series of heated battles.

(Wow! That attack was very fast.)

As I leaned forward to watch the game, I felt a smooth stroke on the back of my hand.

Yoritomo: “This could go either way.”

Our fingers entwined and squeezed.

(What is  going on here?)

When I smiled back, Yoritomo-sama happily brought his lips to my ears.

Yoritomo: “Who do you think will win?”

Yuno: “Ah....Well...”

My back trembles when he deliberately sighed near my ear.

I ducked quickly, but the hands on my hips prevented me from moving.

Yoritomo(evil smile): “Oh, that was a brilliant one, right? Everyone is doing well, because of the training. How wonderful.”

Yuno(blushing): “Mm.....”

I can’t reply well, because he kept whispering to me near my ear and it felt ticklish.

(Is he teasing me?)

Yoritomo: “The next game is about to start.”

Yuno(blushing): “Oh! re-really.”

(Thank god, it stopped.)

I breathed a sigh of relief and I felt a hand on my thigh.

(Eh!)

I looked at the owner of the hand and he couldn’t have been more full of himself.

Yuno(blushing): “------!?”

Yoritomo-sama’s hand slid easily down my inner thigh, and I flinched at the strange power.

Yuno(blushing): “Wai...Wait...”

Yoritomo(evil smile): “Hm? Did you say something?”

Yuno(blushing): “No, What’s the matter with you?”

Yoritomo(evil smile): “You said you are too embarrassed to do this in public. It’s not a problem, if it’s hidden under the blanket, right?” (Geez, if Yoritomo had one of those small vibrators, he would have not shown any mercy.)

(That’s)

---------FLASHBACK-------

Yoritomo: "It's not bad to show people that you're mine."

---------FLASHBACK ENDS-------

(Although it’s hidden.)

I still think it’s too mean to bea simple teasing.

(Is this how he intends to punish me?)

(I wonder if he was still angry with me for because of that Tamamo incident.)

The moment I tried to open my mouth to apologize.

The hand that had been caressing my thigh, crept inside, splitting the gaps in my kimono.

Yuno(blushing): “!? A......”

I bite my lips in panic as he stroked my bare skin.

Yoritomo(evil smile): “Everyone is crazy about the game right now....If you raise your cute voice, they’ll notice you.”

(No doubt! You are still angry about the other day.)

I bring my face closer to his ear and whispered lightly.

Yuno(blushing): “I’m truly....very sorry. I’m reflecting on it, so please....”

Yoritomo(evil smile): “No, not yet. You’re too stubborn, so I won’t let you go that easily.”

Yuno(blushing): “Mm, ah.”

The tips of his fingers lightly scratched my inner thighs, causing me to gasp uncontrollably.

At the same time, cheers go up.

Apparently, the game is in full swing.

(But now, I can’t focus on the game.)

Yuno(blush): “Mm....oh.....”

A soft numbness runs up my back as my ear is bitten sweetly. 

Further more, when his hand moved between my legs, I quickly tried to stop it.

Yoritomo(evil smile): “You’re pretty resistance. But how long can you hold up?”

Yuno(blushing): “Ah.....not there....oh.”

(No matter how crazy everyone is about the game, no more....!)

Yuno(blushing): “Okay, I understand. I’ll take the punishment but at least take me to your room....!”

With tears in my eyes, I pleaded and finally his hands stopped.

Yoritomo(evil smile): “I’ll take that word for now. The rest will be in my room, okay...?”

Premium END  // Epilogue

This story event is in short the scenario of what will happen if Yuno and Yoritomo go to movie theatre. Anyways, I’ll only be doing Yoritomo’s route because I love him and then I’ll take a break until the next story event. Also I’ll be posting the collection events time to time when I feel like it.

[ouyangzizhensdad]

I'm reading through some of your meta and in the one about WWX possibly weaponizing MXY being gay you mention how MXY being a molester was fabricated. I agree with this but I always thought that this was a personal headcanon and didn't realize that it was supported by canon. If you're up to it, please may you point me to where it might say this?

Hi anon, 

I’m sad to report that there isn’t a scene where JGY admits before a jury that yes, it was I, I fabricated the claims against Mo Xuanyu, who was a hapless victim all along! which would be convenient for winning arguments quickly and easily. But, I promise you, so long as we read between the lines, it is undeniable that we are meant to understand by the end of the novel that the accusations leveled against Mo Xuanyu were baseless and that he was another victim of JGY’s (and NHS’s!) machinations.

Beyond a purely thematic reading of the novel, which would  therefore highlight  that the theme around how public opinion is willing to believe accusations and condemn without material or sensible proof (particularly so when it comes to people who do not hold a lot of power within society, those who are the Other) is one that is repeated across many characters, the narrative reveal of JGY’s true personality and actions indicates that the accusations against MXY were just  another ploy of JGY’s. 

At the very beginning of the novel, when WWX looks through Mo Xuanyu’s things, he’s able to piece out together that Mo Xuanyu’s “lunacy” seemed rooted in a deep and paranoiac fear of.... something. MXY didn’t just get thrown out of the Sect in disgrace--something clearly happened to him, or he clearly witnessed something that scared him out of his senses. 

“after he returned, he seemed to have gone completely mad—although no one could tell what kind of shock he’d suffered. He had good days and bad ones. It was as if he had been scared witless.” [Chapter 1]

Further into the novel, it is revealed that MXY didn’t actually harass his “peers” but actually only one person: Jin Guangyao. Right after this reveal, we also learn that MXY used to treat JGY with the utmost respect and deference. While Jin Ling seems to misunderstand this past deification of JGY as a side-effect of MXY’s presumed feelings for him, as readers we can see how it actually raises doubts into the claims leveraged against MXY, as it would then seem very out of character for MXY to disrespect JGY by harassing him (especially if one considers that the risks of harassing his powerful half-brother definitely would not outweigh the benefits....).

“Don’t listen to [JGY],” said Wei Wuxian. “Let me tell you—when you grow older, you’ll find out that there are more and more people you want to beat up, but you’ll have to force yourself to get along with them nicely. So, since you’re still young, go beat up all the people you want. At such an age, if you don’t have a few proper fights, your life won’t be complete.”

Jin Ling’s face betrayed faint yearning, yet he still sounded contemptuous, “What are you talking about? Shushu’s advice is for my own good.”

After he spoke, he suddenly remembered that the past Mo Xuanyu had always regarded Jin Guangyao as a deity. He definitely would not have disagreed with Jin Guangyao in any way. Yet, now he was saying not to listen to him. Was it that he really did not hold any improper thoughts toward Jin Guangyao anymore?

(we also learn that Zewu-jun never knew about what supposedly happened, or even who MXY was, which again.....fishy.... JGY what are you hiding...... not mentioning someone harassed you to your bff is one thing, but not introducing him to your half-bro?.... )

Then! Almost right after we learn all this new information, it is also revealed through WWX’s paperman adventures and NMJ’s adventures that JGY is not who he has presented himself to be: he is a master manipulator, who has lied and continues to lie to preserve his position and to eliminate people he perceives as threatening the place he carved for himself in sweat and tears and blood. 

At this point, the deal is pretty much sealed: we have an unreliable witness in the man we now know to be able to do incredibly scary and cruel things (a knowledge that will only be reinforced by the end of the novel once NHS’ plan is completed). What actually happened, how MXY went from someone who deified JGY to someone who would need to be sent away in disgrace and scared into silence and compliance, all this is not told to us by the novel. It is possible that JGY might have seen MXY as a potential accomplice to his deeds (like he did his other half-brother, XY) (EDIT: I DREAMED UP THAT XY was one of JGS’s bastard children, please disregard it), or that he might have seen MXY as a potential threat to his position because of they shared a father--honestly, I can see many possibilities here! 

Also, it is important to consider that even the claim of MXY’s “lunacy”  is pretty fraught and ambiguous. The novel ends up setting up the idea that MXY’s erratic behaviour was related to him being scared (as we see in the and frustrated at the injustice he received at the hands of both the Jin Sect and his family (for example, this piece of shino meta)

Finally, it’s a good time to remember that even MXY’s sacrifice was not a decision he made on his own: he was once again the victim of a mastermind with much more power and influence than he could ever dream to have. After all, the novel takes pain to explain to us that NHS’s schemes for revenge depended on MXY sacrificing himself (passage under the cut because this post is getting long!)

“Nie-zongzhu,” Wei Wuxian asked again. “I heard that you often travel between the Gusu Lan sect and the Lanling Jin sect, am I right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then did you really not recognize Mo Xuanyu?”

“Ah?” Nie Huaisang’s face twitched slightly. 

“I remember that the first time I met you after my soul had been offered into his body, you acted as if you did not recognize me, and even asked Hanguang-jun who I was. Mo Xuanyu was then entangled anyhow with Jin Guangyao during that time* and was able to access even his secret collections, and you often went to find Jin-zongzhu to complain. Even if you and Mo Xuanyu were not familiar with each other, did you really not see him before at all?”

Nie Huaisang scratched his head, saying, “Wei-xiong, Jinlintai is so huge, I can’t possibly recognize everyone, even if I’ve seen them, I can’t remember. Moreover…” 

Looking rather awkward, he continued, “You know about Mo Xuanyu’s identity back then, it’s slightly…...the Lanling Jin sect had tried their best to hide it, so it wouldn’t have been surprising if I had never met him before. Even Xichen-ge may not have met him before.”

“Oh, that’s true. Zewu-jun did not know who Mo Xuanyu was either.”

“Right! And what I don’t understand is, even if I had seen Mo Xuanyu before, why would I pretend not to recognize him? Was there such a need?”

Wei Wuxian laughed and replied, “Nothing much, I just thought it strange and was casually asking. 

However, he thought, He was simply trying to see whether the ‘Mo Xuanyu’ he met was the real one.

For someone who was said to have been cowardly and weak, where would have Mo Xuanyu gotten the courage to sacrifice himself and offer his soul?

And as for Chifeng-zun’s left hand, why was it discarded? It could not be that Jin Guangyao would accidentally lose it.

Moreover, why was it that it happened to appear right at the Mo family residence, just when Wei Wuxian had been reincarnated, but not somewhere else? 

If Chifeng-zun’s body had been buried by the QingheNie sect, would Nie Huaisang, who had always respected his older brother, not notice that his body had disappeared all these years?

Wei Wuxian was inclined to believe an alternative situation. 

[...]

As such, [NHS] thought of another person; Mo Xuanyu, who had just been kicked out of the Golden Pavilion. 

Perhaps in order to let Mo Xuanyu listen to him, Nie Huaisang had already spoken to him before and heard from an upset and anguished Mo Xuanyu that he had seen one of Jin Guangyao’s scrolls of forbidden spells recording a certain ancient demonic spell. He then took advantage of the Mo Xuanyu, who was then humiliated and bullied by his clan, to persuade him to perform the spell as revenge**. 

And which fierce corpse would he summon?

Naturally, he would summon the Yiling Patriarch.

Unable to bear the days of humiliation any longer, Mo Xuanyu finally drew the array, and Nie Huaisang also took the chance to throw out the hot potato that was burning his hand: ChiFeng-Zun’s left arm.

From there on, his plan had begun and he no longer had to spend his own time and energy to find Nie Mingjue’s remaining body, leaving the dangerous and troublesome job to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. All he had to do was watch their actions closely. [Chapter 109]

*I changed the translation here, which originally said that “Mo Xuanyu was harassing Jin Guangyao” since I find (at least with my limited linguistic skills lmao) that the original is much more ambivalent. The clause is  莫玄羽当年好歹也纠缠过金光瑶, and the use of  好歹 signals to me toward ambivalence, which is further compounded by the fact that the verb  纠缠 does not necessarily translate to harassment. So I doubt that the original intent was to suggest that WWX was saying to NHS: shouldn’t you have known the dude who was harassing JGY? Anyone who knows Chinese more than I do is free to come and correct me if I am completely wrong in my assessment.

**Okay I changed the translation here again because the translation I was working with made it seem as if MXY was motivated by shame? but the original Chinese says  他便怂恿当时饱受族人欺辱的莫玄羽 which to me clearly points to his treatment by the Mo family/clan and to the fact that it was something being done unto him, not a state of mind he had. 

[iamdorka]

I Couldn't Be More In Love - part III

Colson and the reader have been friends since high school. “Friends”. Maybe they were more than that but before they never really spoke about it… and everything was okay until Colson started to act quite strange because the reader started to spend more and more time with his co-worker Harry Styles.

Part I

Part II

In the last couple of months I spent hella lot of time in the studio but I could not really compare nothing to the feeling what I felt when I recorded that particular song.

Maybe I needed to record it. Maybe it just cleaned my soul. It hurt me, but it felt so good.

Harry said that this might be the therapy I needed… and he was right. It wasn’t a composed song… everything just came from a really deep place… from my soul, from my heart. It wasn't planned... and maybe that was the reason why it was so... honest. Real.

"I think… I’m ready…" he stepped out from his fitting room after our photoshoot wearing already his chosen outfit for his birthday. The fact that he could pull off even a potato sack as much as Gucci was unbelievable. I think it was and still his superpower.

"That’s more than okay…. because I’m here waiting for the birthday boy." I stood up from my really comfortable chair and took his hand in mine. We decided that even if we had a long ass day we will celebrate his birthday with some friends in his house.

"You could have gone if you wanted…. " he said while we were walking to the car

"Oh yeah… that would have been such a good idea… turning up without the birthday boy. I think they would have killed me. They want you... Not me." I admitted.

I was really glad that we spent the last couple of hours doing some shoots and interviews because my makeup artist and hairdresser made me look kinda good so I didn’t have to worry to make something good out of my face alone… after that studio session I really needed some professional touch up… not just on my body but maybe on my soul too. sometimes I really think that these make-up artists in reality are wizards because they can do the impossible to happen.

"We thought that you would never really show up… " Matt Healy was the one who greeted Harry in the door.

"This perfection needs time to be made…" I pointed at Harry showing off his extravagant outfit which I was in love with.

"Y/N… Matt Healy… Matt Healy.. Y/N… your new lyricist love." Harry introduced me to his friend and I almost fainted hearing his words.

"Harry showed me some of your works… and Jesus Christ… when will you have free time for me? We have to work together… like ASAP." this kind of compliment was something I was never really dreaming of.

"Thank you… I think. And now, if you excuse me… I’m gonna hide somewhere where I can pass out for a bit…. because I was not expecting this… that’s for sure. Okay?" and I didn’t really try to hide my craziness I just needed some time alone… and maybe some alcohol in my blood too just to help me process everything.

"We can jam here too... We have everything here.... But mostly we need... us." I heard Harry and Matty chatting from the distance and I already started feeling excited but also relaxed. This space was my happy place, my friends were my happy place.

Just alone in the last year I met some really incredible and so talented people who I adore on a level what can’t really be explained with human words that I just gave up hiding my real feelings when I met them. I just really showed them how I felt then and there. Some people just deserved to be recognized and showed the love they can cause in the other's heart.

Maybe I was really overwhelmed by all the incredible people in the house that’s why I decided to go outside just for a minute, just for some fresh air… that’s when I saw a familiar car which wasn’t here when we arrived. Even if it was dark outside… I recognized that car… and then recognized the person who sat behind the wheel too… I just had to get closer.

How did he even get here? Why was he even here?

As I was getting closer and closer to him the heavy feeling inside my soul was getting more and more intense, but I just could not stop moving.

It was really Colson and he didn’t even notice me until I was right next to the car… because he was staring at his phone. When he saw me… I think he got scared a bit. He hesitated but then he started to let down the window but he didn't look at me.

It was clear that we hadn’t spoken in the last 24 hours. We could literally feel that. And there was a reason for that which was way more deeper than we thought before…. it was more than unspoken words. But my brain just could not function properly. Why? The answer was quite simply: I was afraid. To be honest… I was terrified.

"I bet you didn’t get back your license… so why are so driving around without it?" I just had to say something… no matter what but just some words... to melt the ice, to try to cover the awkwardness what we started to feel.

"Uuupps…" he admitted with an awkward smile. "You caught me…"

"I would be happier if you would take care of yourself… Mostly if you didn't try end up in jail... " I admitted and then somehow my hand just started to open the door because it was kinda frustrating that that thing was between us… and that he just didn’t really want to look at me properly. "How did you get here?" I asked him the right question.

"I don’t know… by car?" he answered and now I could smell his not so alcohol-free breath. His half ass joked didn't even reached my brain, I ignored it totally.

"I swear to God Colson… if you will drive like this again… I will kill you with my bare hands." I punched him in the chest, but he didn’t really care about it. He was there almost lifeless. "You really lost your mind…."

"And it seems I’m not the only one…. " he murmured then he touched his phone again so I could see what he was previously watching.

It was a recording of my last song in the studio… of THAT song.

"How… how did you get this?" my lips were trembling and when I wanted to reach out for his phone… he looked at me and our eyes finally met. I froze. My everything froze and I got paralyzed.

"The curly haired boy sent me this… with his adress." he let his phone fall to his lap while I was feeling that there were a storm coming for my body. I really thought that I was gonna pass out. My chest, my head, my body… every inch of me started aching intensely.

"I… I… I didn’t know about this…. He should not have..." I shook my head not really being able to form a proper sentence. I was shocked to say at least. The blood in my veins felt like ice cold water.

"Did you really write this for me?" he asked and when he did that I just had to lay to the door because if it would have not been there… I would have fallen. To move was something impossible for me. Maybe to exist was something even more impossible for me.

"For who else could have I written it?" I asked sarcastically maybe way too strongly.

"For anybody else… but not me… " and if something could hurt me… this was that something. If he would have said Harry’s name… I swear to God I would have buried him there and then in the garden.

"For God’s sake…" - I shook my head without even looking at him, without even breathing properly. "Why is that so imp…. " I wanted to say it out loud but before I could have finished my sentence, he brought me between his legs and his lips found mine.

First, I didn’t really know how to react so when he noticed this he thought that he made a mistake I made sure that he didn’t have to think that… not at all. Because after that first kiss… the second one was way more emotional.

That kiss had everything in it. The suffering of the last 24 hours, the tears from the studio, the lust I felt for him God knows since when. And maybe he felt something too because he sat back to the car pulling me on his lap as if it was the most natural thing to do.

I was holding his tired face between my fingers, I wanted to touch his soul as much as I wanted to touch every inch of his.

"Because I don’t deserve you… " he murmured to my lips when our forehead touched and needed some air to breathe. We tried to function properly, but it seemed that it was just not for us at the moment. "You are way too good for me… " he gently kissed my lips and while his words said one thing… his body said another thing.

" Can I decide that… ?" I asked then put my hands on the back of his neck staring at his ocean blue eyes which were shining so much that I just could not believe it. "I never really thought that… this would happen…never in a million years..." I bit my lips not really wanting to let him go. "Everything happens... so fast... "

"Yesterday… when you pulled that stunt on me… it took me so much strengths not to jump on you there and then and fuck the life out of you... " he admitted finally smiling a bit." … it was so hot that I just still can’t process it. I’m just so sorry that I was such an idiot… " and he said this I started to lay little, gentle kisses on his neck.

"A fact on what we can agree." I admitted getting closer to his ear, biting it a little bit. "But to be fair… the boys with a girlfriend never really were my type." I stated him referring to the well-known fact that Harry had a girlfriend which he didn’t really could process as it seemed before.

"I hope that he feels the same about this question too…" his hands just rested under my shirt, on my back, somehow they climbed there and I didn't really mind at all. His touch was calm... and much needed.

"Because am I your girlfriend now?" I asked him laying back a bit, looking at his face.

"I fucking hope so… because if not… this would be kinda awkward…" he admitted while my hands were already on his bare chest because my fingers just unbuttoned his shirt and while under my ass… I could really feel his real... thoughts. The undeniable lust.

"Ohhh… the saint has spoken…" I just had to laugh, I could not hold in, so I laid my head on his chest. "… I walked on you before in much worse situations… and then the girl wasn’t really your girlfriends to be honest…" I continued and just to torture him a bit I moved my hips just enough for him to notice.

"Psssst…. " he hid his face in my hair because he knew that he could have not say any bigger idiotness. "But you will be my girlfriend… won’t you?" he asked with real hope in his voice.

"I couldn’t be more in love…" I started murmur the song and I think with this I gave him my response.

"Okay… so now we can go in and tell this to everybody just to calm everybody’s soul down." he pointed to the house where was a real party going.

"Everybody’s or just yours?" I asked back furrowing my brows.

"Okay… let’s forget this. We just should go home..." he figured it out that this wasn’t his best idea yet. "But to be fair… the devil doesn’t really have a soul so..." he referred to himself.

"But if we talk about fairness... you really could say hi to the birthday boy…" it was the least he could do after this.

"But I already got the best gift ever? Maybe he would be jealous of me..." he squeezed my butt a little bit, but I still almost fell out of the car. His idiotness was next level.

"Jesus Christ Colson…" I almost burst into laughter while almost started to cry too. "… you should just shut up…"

"Maybe you should just help me with that…"

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Melancholy Kaleidoscope

Chapter 5/5

~You can read on AO3 here ⤵️⤵️~

Dinner had been peaceful so far. There hadn't been any sign of attempt murder just yet. No flying dishes nor forks being used as weapons.

Bruce was looking at them with suspicion in his eyes.

Well, the man had every right to keep a close watch on them.

Cass stole a piece from his plate again and Tim whined quietly at his sister. The said sister just giggled and booped his nose. He sighed as he could hear Jason sniggering from the other side of the dining table.

"Cass..." He complained again as another piece got stolen. "You have your own food already..."

"Messing with you is fun, little brother." She grinned.

"But..." He got interrupted by a shout.

"You take that back Todd!"

"What?! It's true. That potato piece does look a lot like you."

"I am not a potato you imbecile zombie!" Damian had jumped on his chair with a spoon raised high, pointing at Jason.

The older boy just snickered, leaning back a bit to avoid the Spoon of Doom.

"Damian, don't attack your brother. Jason, stop provoking him." Bruce interfered.

Tim picked out a bean and threw it at them randomly.

"No, go on. This's getting good."

"Tim please..."

Jason had raised a chicken leg to block out Damian's attack and now the Spoon of Doom had flown all the way to Cass's plate, hitting one of her vegetables. 

And then one of Damian's elbows knocked at Dick's plate and now there was sauce on the everywhere. Dick looked quite heartbreaking at that. 

Tim grinned at Bruce before throwing another bean at Jason and Damian, then took joy in seeing the horrified look on his adoptive father's face.

Damian had now resorted to trying to hit Jason with a knife. Not exactly sharp but still enough to make someone bleed. Jason, on the other hand, had dumped all the food from one plate onto Dick's and used that plate as a shield to protect himself. His other hand held the chicken leg from earlier so he could occasionally bit into it.

You know, you couldn't just waste Alfred's cooking.

He heard Cass laughing from next to him and found himself grinning even wider. His sister then threw small pieces of vegetable at their brothers and encouraged them even further.

"Cass, sweetheart..."

"Fun, Dad." She pouted.

"Please don't encourage them..."

"Fun." She emphasized.

Bruce looked like he was asking for strength from above now. From the other side, Jason jumped out of his seat to avoid getting stabbed and Dick had lunged forward to wrestle the knife out of Damian's hand. Apparently, knives were off limit. Forks weren't.

Damian grabbed a fork from the table and with a loud battlecry, he went for Jason.

Tim had managed to pick up a handful of beans to throw at them. Cass was cheering from her seat. And Dick was trying to look unamused but the small upward quirk on his lips told a different story.

Jason ducked under the fork and they chased each other around the table with the older laughing and the younger shouting. Bruce had tried to grab either of them several times and failed.

Jason was now using Cass to hide from Damian. The younger boy stopped before them, glaring hard.

"Step aside Cassandra, so I can put this zombie back to his place."

Cass's eyes widened at how Damian had called her and smiled at him. She glanced back at Jason with a mischievous glint in her eyes before speaking.

"No killing."

"Sis, you traitor!" Jason gasped dramatically while the younger boy huffed.

"Fine. I will not slay him, but there is no guarantee I will spare him from my wrath."

Cass nodded and stepped aside, leaving Jason without any protection. Damian jumped, the fork high in the air...

...just to be caught by Bruce, who had leaped from behind him. Tim startled, crashed into the table and sent one of the plates flying to Dick.

"Alright time out! Time out!" Bruce took the fork away and dragged Damian away from Jason. 

Tim looked down at the sauce stain on his shirt and grimaced. Alfred would not be please. Speaking of...

"Where's Alfred?"

Silence fell upon them and Tim stepped away from the mess on the table.

"Right...I'm just gonna..." Dick dashed down the hallway, probably went looking for Alfred.

He came back with the old butler in tow, who took a quick look at the mess before shaking his head disapprovingly.

"I went out to check on the garden for five minutes, and come back to this. Anyone care to explain?"

"It was Jason and Damian." Tim quickly provided.

"Yes. Jay and Dami." Cass confirmed.

Alfred's "I'm-not-mad-just-disappointed" gaze fell upon the two said boys, one of them grinned sheepishly and the other glared at the ground. 

Please, take a wild guess which was which.

"You know that's not completely true." It was now Bruce's turn to smile evilly at them.

"Of course it was Jason and Damian to create this whole mess. But...you both have encouraged them to continue to do so." The man turned to his oldest. "Thanks for being the only child I'm proud of."

"Dad!" Cass frowned.

"B, come on!" He groaned.

"So it's settled. Master Jason and Master Damian will clean the dining room up while Master Tim and Miss Cass will be in the kitchen to help me."

"Sorry guys." Dick waved his hands around. "But I can help too. Providing emotional support and encouragement is very important too."

"Big brother!" Cass poked Dick on his side. 

"Really?!" Jason narrowed his eyes.

"Thank you Master Dick. Now off you go. All of you."

They ended up cleaning for a good hour. By the time they had finished, he was exhausted. As the four of them dragging themselves upstairs, he could see Dick chuckling to himself from a few feet behind.

The dick.

They all eventually bunched up in Cass's room because this was usually considered neutral ground. Dick had gone to find several more blankets and pillows so they could make themself comfortable.

When Tim finally cuddled up between Jason and Cass, he remembered.

"Hey Jay, what about the prank?" He whispered.

"Hmm..."

"Jay...it's your idea."

"Right...sorry. So tired. Can we do it tomorrow night or some other time?" Jason mumbled, half asleep.

This is pathetic.

"Fine."

He snuggled against his brother's side and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. Not even ten seconds later, he heard Dick whisper-calling for him. Tim fluttered his eyes open to see Dick petting Cass's hair and hugging Damian close to his chest.

"Timmy, hey...the prank?"

"Jay said tomorrow night. He's tired."

"Okay fine. But we're doing it."

"Never say we're not. Go to sleep Big Bird."

"G'night Baby Bird."

He shut his eyes again and tried to sink into the blanket. Jason mumbled something unintelligible and draped an arm over his torso. From his other side, Cass buried her face into his hair and curled up into herself.

Tim yawned, eyes watered. He so needed sleep. He breathed in the scent of Alfred's detergent on the blankets and their clothes as it lulled him into his dreamland.

Everything was good.

 

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The next night, Jason had stored all the cheese and leftover meat in his mini freezer. Dick had somehow managed to find an oversized piece of bread and hid it away very carefully. Tim had made sure they got enough vegetables and tomatoes. And he had installed a camera in a dark corner of Bruce's room.

They were so gonna get yelled at.

But it'd be worth it.

Besides, the prank made Jason happy and less broody so he was not gonna deny his brother of this.

The clock struck three in the morning and the operation "Bruce the Sandwich" began.

After many discussions, they had argeed that getting past Damian, Cass and Alfred was the hardest. Making their dad into a sandwich (that sounded like murder, Jason loved it so much) was child play. But not like the movie. Nuh uh.

Almost ten minutes later and they had successfully completed their first task. The three carried the food to Bruce's bedroom and while Dick and Jason waited outside the door, Tim went to the kitchen to get the peanut butter jar. Just a small reminder of the the prank's precedence.

He came back not even three minutes later and they all crept into the man's room.

They started with filling the bed with meat and cheese, making sure nothing touched the man himself but as soon as he moved, all the squishy leftovers would startle the man out of his skin.

Tim got some peanut butter on the veggies and stuck them to Bruce's face and neck. He hoped it'd stick until morning. He then got some more using his thump and swiped it across his dad's forehead while whispering.

"Simba..."

Dick snorted from the foot of the bed and lost his balance, which resulted in him almost fell off the bed. Jason, who was next to him, put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. Tim could still hear a low chuckle coming from his brother's throat.

"If Bruce is Simba, then you are Rafiki." Jason said.

"Hey," Dick whispered. "The Bat King. Coming to theatres this 30th February."

"There's no 30th February."

"Yea no shit Sherlock. That's why I say it."

Bruce twitched slightly and Tim almost jumped on Jason. But the man soon returned to being still. Tim turned around, face scrunched up as if to tell his brothers to finish their prank.

"The bread."

"Oh right. Fuck! Where do I put it?"

"You're half sitting on it Dickhead. That goes on B's head dumbass."

"I didn't sit on it Little Wing."

"Uh huh. Sure..."

Tim placed the bread on Bruce's forehead. It did look a bit squashed. Oh well...

He booped Bruce's nose lightly with one finger which still had peanut butter on it. The man now sure looked like a lion with his coloured nose.

They discarded the tomato slices around and the final piece ended up on Bruce's nose. They tried to balance it but it always tipped over. So they out it on the bridge of the man's nose, right between his eyes.

Dick left behind a piece of paper saying:

"Here's your breakfast in bed. Bon appétit!"

Then they ran off into the night...

 

...and to the bathroom to wash their hands 'cause going to bed with dirty hands didn't seem so fun.

They were so doomed by the way.

3:54 in the morning now and they all but passed out on Jason's bed. Tim got sandwiched by his two older brothers. He didn't think he minded sleeping like this.

"Can't wait 'til morning." Dick murmured.

"This is morning ya dipshit." He heard Jason's low grumble and snuggled even further against his brother's chest.

"Can we sleep?"

"Fine. Listen to the little shit and sleep already Dickhead."

"Goodnight." Tim didn't even have the strength to tell Dick that it should have been "good morning".

 

They woke up to the sound of yelling.

Tim rubbed at his eyes and looked around in confusion for a few seconds before the memories came back to him.

"Holy shit! B's up!" Dick shouted excitedly and dragged him up, hitting Jason by accident, which made his second oldest brother growl at them.

"The prank, Jay. Get your ass up now!"

"Fucking hell Dick! Slow down."

"That's your prank dude! Do you want to see the result or not?!"

"Right, let's go."

They scrambled to their feet and dashed down the hall. Standing by the doorway of his room was Bruce, with veggies still sticking to his face, though one or two pieces had fallen already. The peanut butter on his forehead stayed intact.

Tim fished out his phone to take a bunch of pictures while Jason was still busy laughing at their dad's face. The man still looked confused and scared (which was unusual to others, not to his kids) with pieces of food randomly falling from his body to the floor.

Upon seeing them, Bruce bellowed.

"BOYS!"

"Shit, let's go before he gets food on us." Jason pushed him down the hallway and then they were running away.

"RICHARD JOHN, JASON PETER, TIMOTHY JACKSON, COME BACK HERE! YOU ARE ALL GROUNDED!"

"Dickie and I are adults!" Jason called back.

"Did you just..." Tim spluttered. "But I am not, Jay!"

"Yeah, your problem, kid."

"Oh fuck you. He's gonna ground you anyway."

"Hm sure..."

They hid in Tim's room and the older two barricaded the door and windows with his furniture, singing "Do You Hear The People Sing" while doing so.

"What we're gonna do with the pictures?" He heard Jason asked. Tim grinned.

"Just so you know, Twitter is going to have a field day."

End.

[found-in-another-me]

BACK IN BLACK - Tony Stark x Reader

Oh my god. This one was weird. But we still go on with that Fifty Shades of Grey stuff. Will I ever be able to get away from it? Probably not.

After all I started this one after a talk to my best friend where I mentioned I would write the 50 Shades of Stark.

Whatever, let me know if you want to be tagged. I will upload shit as often as I can.

Warnings: Drunk!Reader, eehhhh... let me know if there are triggers.

Taglist: @tiphareth2018

Chapter 4 - class reunion

After Happy brought you home, you sat on your bed, unsure what to think about what he just said. Becoming his sugar babe? Many women dreamt of this, probably, but not you, actually. Apparently. You wondered why he wouldn’t want a proper relationship. Maybe he was afraid to get hurt, just like you. You cuddled into your blanket and let yourself drop down on your side. Right when you closed your eyes, your phone vibrated twice, the signal for a message. You took your phone to check it. A message from an unknown number.

“Hey, darling, I hope you’re alright. I wish you'd say yes.

- Tony"

You just tossed it into the next corner, trying to ignore him. He only made it worse. And how did he even manage to get your phone number!? As your phone vibrated again, you were about to turn it off, but instead of another message from Tony, it was one from your best friend from school.

“Hey, don't forget our class reunion tomorrow! Love ya!

- (F/N)”

Right. The class reunion. You already forgot about it, because of a certain someone. You turned off your phone for now. You needed sleep, more than that. Actually you just wanted to sleep forever. Slowly your eyes closed again, until you finally fell asleep in the small blanket-burrito you were rolled in.

The door bell made you wake up. How long did you sleep? Long enough so Tony forgot about you already? You took a look at your clock to realise it were only almost 11 hours of sleep. You needed them. There was no excuse needed for sleeping this long. Slowly you got up and walked over to the door, still in your pyjamas.

“(Y/N)!” Your best friend grinned at you and waved. You just blinked at her, before you took a look at your clock again. “Am I wrong or is the party tonight?” – “I know I’m early, but I’m sure, you need decent clothes for it. Let's go shopping.” Your inner couch potato immediately shook its head. Damn, you needed rest and people still wanted you to do stuff with them. You felt stressed out. “I'm not in the mood...” you mumbled, looking at her. “C'mon! You need to get out of your cave.” If she only knew that you already tried that and only got weird paperwork for a materialistic relationship. “Naahhh...” you shook your head, as a yawn escaped your throat. But she didn’t seem to give up and after some discussion you finally gave in, so she would stop trying to convince you. You couldn’t be convinced, but you did it anyway.

After getting ready for heading into the city, you already regretted going out with her. Actually you loved spending time with her but you wouldn’t want to be seen by anyone right now. You took a look at your phone, checking for notifications that could be important in any way. Some messages from Tony who desperately tried to comfort you when you were sleeping. Every message sounded more worried than the one before. You sighed and dared to answer.

“Mr. Stark, am I allowed to remind you, that I’m a human being that needs to sleep at times?”

Right after you sent it, an answer popped up.

“I’m sorry, darling. You seemed so bothered, so I got worried.”

You cocked an eyebrow at this message, not sure how to deal with it. “Who is that?” your best friend watched over your shoulder at your phone, trying to get a look. “No one important.” You turned your phone away from her, before she turned back again. You decided to give him one last answer.

“You worry too much. I’m busy now, Mr. Businessman, need to get some clothes for my class reunion.”

You put your phone back into the pocket of your jacket, burying your hands in them on each side. “Did something happen to you lately? You seem so stressed out.” You peered at your best friend from the corner of your eyes. You couldn’t tell her. Not yet. You didn’t know how to explain it to yourself, so how would you be able to tell her? You shook your head. “Just work.” – “We need to find you a good man... who distracts you.” Once again you wished, that she knew, but she didn’t and it made everything more difficult. “Please, don't play the matchmaker.” You sighed, laughing lightly, when she elbowed you into the side.

After walking through tons of shops, you were done and exhausted, but you seemed to have found what you searched for. Maybe you should send Tony a picture later so he would know what he could get. If you decided to become his sugar babe.

“Well then, (Y/N), I will see you later, right?” You just nodded, smiling, because it was a good decision to go out with her.

Once you were home again, you took a long and warm shower, before you started getting ready for the class reunion. You were proud of your make-up, because it looked like never before and your outfit – consisting of a pair of hot pants, nylon pantyhoses and a black blouse – looked inviting. You took a quick selfie, before you sent it to Tony. You threw your phone back to your bed, to make yourself a sandwich.

Your best friend picked you up in the early evening. You two even booked a hotel near the location so you didn't have to drive home later. When was the last time you went out to drink? Ugh, you didn’t know either.

The whole party was great. Your former classmates greeted you and complimented on your outfit. You drank a lot and danced with a lot of people. You felt free, nothing could ever stop you. You could impress the people here by what you did and what you were able to do, not like certain other guys who impressed you with everything they had. The sudden snap of Tony in our mind made your mood drop immediately and you stormed out to get some fresh air.

A look at your phone showed, that he still didn’t reply to your selfie. Your inner you huffed again. Why wouldn’t he answer? As drunk as you were, you got the wildest ideas. Was he with another woman? He was allowed to, right? You didn't even notice how your fingers danced across the screen, searching for his contact entry. And there you called him.

“It's late.” Was his greeting. Was he asleep? No, he didn’t sound like he was sleeping. “You're with another girl, right?” Tears were filling your eyes. A moment of silence lingered between the two of you, before he cleared his throat. “Darling, are you drunk?” – “Answer the question, Tony.” – “I'm working, where are you?” His voice sounded worried. “None of your business~ you would have to find me on your own, you little stalker.” He just sighed at that. “C'mon, why do I have to sign a contract to see you?” you didn't care if there were people that could hear you. “(Y/N), where the fuck are you?” You hung up the phone. No, he wasn't allowed to see you. For some reason you were mad. You wanted to leave. Wanted to be alone again.

Walking through the streets in the middle of the night, you just tried to get back to your hotel room. But you had to find the hotel first. It felt like you were walking for hours already. A car was right behind you, following you for maybe 10 minutes, before you turned around. It stopped and the engine turned off. When the door opened, your eyes widened. “Toooonyyyy~” you threw your arms into the air. “The busy man came to save me from my misery.” When he approached you, you took a step back. He cocked an eyebrow at you, apparently not sure how yo deal with a drunk you. “What are you doing here, Tony...?” You hoped your eyes were like daggers, even though he didn’t do anything wrong actually. “I’m here to bring you home, come with me.” Again he tried to approach you and this time, he succeeded. He just grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you closer – right into his arms. “You look good today...” he whispered into your ear, before he picked you up bridal style, to carry you to the car.

[cottontail20]

A Legend All Their Own, Chapter 6: ‘Show Me Who You Are’

Summary:  Still angry with him, Princess Wanda must decide whether or not to protect the injured Vision from King Ultron’s soldiers.

"What the hell are you doing?" Wanda snapped, after Vision had tackled her to the ground. "Get off me! Get.." She rolled over, shoving Vision away, then froze, her eyes wide.

Most of the arrows missed, but two were now buried in Vision's shoulder. Blood bloomed through the thin material of his shirt. He tried to stand, but fell onto his knees, his face twisted in pain. Vision looked at Wanda, the patterns within his strange eyes spinning.

"Run" He told her, but it was too late. The soldiers were upon them, notching new arrows.

"This doesn't have to end badly for you, Princess" One of them said. "You can come quietly, and we won't say another word about it."

"We only have to kill the boy" added another, taking aim. "And look, he's given us a perfect shot.."

Wanda's eyes flickered from the Soldiers to the injured Vision. Injured because he had pushed her out of the way. Her coat was made of thick, expensive leather. Those arrows likely would have done much less damage to her than they had to him, but he had still..

The soldier fired.

Wanda, without really knowing what she was doing, how or why she was doing it, leapt to her feet, red energy surrounding her hands, her eyes glowing the same fiery red.

"No!" The arrow stopped short, clattering to the ground. With a wave of Wanda's arm, the Soldiers were knocked from their feet, and a second wave surrounded most of them in red energy, sending them flying far off into the distance.

One soldier missed by Wanda's assault charged at the Princess, sword raised.

Vision, acting on pure instinct, grabbed the burning stone from his pocket with his free hand, thrusting it in the enemy's direction. The Stone emitted a beam of golden energy, burning right through the Soldier's chest. He fell to the ground, motionless.

Wanda looked down at Vision, wide eyed and slightly pale.

"How did you.."

"I don't know" Vision replied, panting. "How did you.."

"I don't know.." Wanda glanced down at her hands, then back at Vision. "Why did they want to kill you?"

"I have no idea.. You should go.. We don't know how far you threw them, or if they'll come back. I'd slow you down."

"You would" the Princess agreed, but didn't move. She just watched him for a moment, considering, her eyes green once more. She tilted her head slightly when she spoke again. "Why did you push me out of the way?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt. You're far more important than me."

That seemed to make up her mind. Wanda shook her head, pulling Vision to his feet and draping his good arm around her shoulders, supporting him as they moved forwards.

"I'm not more important than anyone.. I'm not anything."

--

Darkness fell as they trudged onward, with no clear destination in mind. They had moved off of the main path, hoping to make things more difficult for anyone looking for them.

Vision occasionally stumbled, almost pulling Wanda down with him, but she always managed to catch him. The Princess was clearly stronger than she looked. After another stumble, she brought them to a stop.

"We can't keep going like this. You're jostling the arrows and bleeding too much. We need to get them out and bandage your wounds, I don't want you dropping dead on me."

"You don't?" Vision may have sounded a little too hopeful, and Wanda frowned.

"I was angry. I'm still angry. But there's a pretty big leap between anger and wanting someone dead, Vision."

"That is true.."

"Now" The Princess found a clear spot, pushing him down gently, "Sit, and try not to move for a few minutes."

--

Before long, Wanda had managed to start a small fire, and had pulled a few pieces of cloth and a small bottle of something from her rucksack, ready to clean Vision's wounds. Vision was slightly surprised.

"You are quite capable, for a Princess.."

Wanda shrugged.

"I made sure to learn some things, once I'd decided I was running away. I'm going to need your shirt off.. try not to disturb the arrows."

"Alright." Vision did as he was told, carefully removing his shirt, tugging it gently off over the arrows embedded in his shoulder. While he had been scrawny as a boy, years of lugging around sacks of rice and potatoes, and crates of fruit or vegetables for his fellow disadvantaged citizens had left him with a rather impressive physique.

Princess Wanda blushed, then shook her head, moving to kneel behind Vision and examine his injuries.

"Hmm.. The barbed part hasn't gone too deep. That's good, it means I should be able to just pull them out. Try not to yell."

"Why would I..Ouch!"

Without further warning, Wanda yanked the two arrows from Vision's shoulder.

"Done." She pressed one of her cloths to his skin to stem the flow of blood from the now open wounds.

"You did that on purpose" Vision frowned.

"Still angry, remember? Now, tell me about yourself."

"Myself?"

"Yes" The Princess replied. "Tell me all the need-to-know facts about you. Show me who you are, Vision, and I'll decide whether I want to forgive you or not."

"Well.." Vision paused. "Where do I start?"

"Where most people do. Your Family, where you were born.."

"I.. I don't know."

"Oh, that's helpful" Wanda rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed. "Why does my evil relative want to kill you? 'I don't know..'"

"Princess.."

"What's with that weird stone you have? 'I don't know..'"

"Wanda, I.."

"So what do you know?"

"I was abandoned at birth, because of my eyes, I think.. I was raised in an orphanage. I assume I was born in Sokovia, but as far as any Family, I really don't know."

"Oh.." Wanda's face grew pale, suddenly guilty. She was quiet for a while. "I'm sorry.. You really think you were abandoned because of your eyes?"

"I have heard myself referred to as a demon because of them, so most likely, yes. The Orphanage was closed when I was fourteen, not long after your parents died. I'd been on the streets for a few weeks when I found the stone. It let me walk through walls.. what it did Today was new to me. I've been a Thief since I found it."

"A Thief?"

"Stealing food for my fellow homeless. I don't like having to do it, but so many would starve otherwise.."

"I see.. So when did your friends come in?" Satisfied that the bleeding had slowed enough, Princess Wanda poured some of the contents of the small bottle on the second cloth and began gently cleaning Vision's wounds. He winced. "Sorry.. this will sting a bit."

"It's alright" Vision took her 'Sorry' as a sign that she may have been softening towards him again. "I met the Avengers just a few days ago, when they needed my abilities to help with their plans regarding you. They swore to me you weren't going to be hurt at all. That was important to me."

"It was?" Wanda frowned. "Why?"

"It.. It just was" Vision felt himself blushing. "And as soon as You told me about what Ultron did to Pietro.. I swear, my own plans changed. I just wanted to get you somewhere safe."

"Hmm.." Wanda stood and returned to her rucksack, searching for something. When she apparently couldn't find it, she pulled out the dress that she had been wearing when she and Vision met, and tore a large section off the bottom before he could stop her.

"Why did you do that?"

"To bandage your wound" She replied. "I didn't have anything else big enough, and I won't be needing a dress anytime soon.. Arm up."

Vision lifted his arm, and Wanda wrapped the torn material just tightly enough over his injured shoulder, tying it securely.

"Thank you" Vision managed a small smile. "So.. am I forgiven?"

"Well.." The Princess looked at him for a moment. Her green eyes had definitely softened. "I do want to believe you. Let's see if we can get somewhere safe, and then I'll think about it."

"That's fair" Vision nodded.

"For now, though" She threw an old blanket at him, "You should get some sleep."

"I couldn't possibly sleep.. What if.."

"Try. You have healing to do. You're not much good to me injured. I'll keep an eye out for trouble."

Vision opened his mouth to try and argue, but Wanda glared at him.

"Alright.. But you'll wake me if you get tired yourself, won't you?" He settled easily on the ground and pulled the blanket over him, used to sleeping rough.

"I will.. and Vision?"

"Yes, Princess?"

"I'm sorry, for what I said about your eyes.. I don't really think they're freaky."

"Back to amazing then?" He murmured. Half asleep, Wanda had been right, the day had taken a toll on him.

"Maybe.."

From the corner of his half closed eye, Vision thought he saw her smile.

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/16736589/chapters/39960435

[yourjughead]

Night Jogging pt.2

Pairings: ReaderxSweetPea

A/N: so so so happy that you liked this fic so much my lovelies!!! This is the last part of this fic but not the last Sweet Pea fic. I already have another idea for a Sweet Pea fic if ye'd like but I must must must post the next part of Legacy after this (if I don't someone scream at me). Let me know Kittens!

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3rd Person

You woke suddenly to the sound of Sweet Pea screaming in the bed alongside you.

“Shhh shh it's okay, you're okay” you sat up next him and half held him while you rub his back.

“It was just a dream Sweetie” he glances to you and smiles slightly, thankful for your reassurance. Sweet Pea had always always had nightmares, since time began it felt but they had become very far and few between since you both began to share a trailer. With virtually non existent parents, who wouldn't even notice if they were around anyway, you were free to spend every night cuddled up to your 6 month boyfriend.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” He shook his head in reply as usual before collapsing back down pulling you into a tight cuddle.

“It's about tomorrow isn't it?” He was finally meeting your lifelong Northsider friends and he was a little scared if he he was honest with himself. Your kissed his cheek before he turned to kiss your lips.

The past 6 months had been mostly easy together. The Serpents were more than accepting at the idea of you choosing a fellow Serpent, same with your dad and it was undeniable how happy the past 6 months were. Happiest you had been in forever and the happiest Sweet Pea ever was. Your friends had wanted to meet your nameless Serpent boyfriend since Jughead mentioned it 5 months again on a visit to Pops. You put it off for Sweet Peas comfort more than your own.

“Come on we have to go to sleep Sweetie*

“My eye hurts, I need distracting” he smirked before burying his head into your neck. He had recently gone head to head with some Northsiders, an infamous redhead springs to mind. He however had told you it was just a Ghoulie trying to earn his place as he didn't want to upset you….or send you on a witchhunt.

“No no we have to go to sleep, big day tomorrow” you giggled as he continued nipping you.

“Don't remind me”

“You'll be okay, they'll love you like I...like I like you” you felt slightly ashamed at your cop out. You both loved each other but finding the words and the moment to verbally express it had been difficult.

“And if they don't?” His voice tinged with slight sadness.

“Then I'll dump you and run away with a Northsider, only plausible answer” you smirked and then burst into laughter as he began tickling you mercilessly.

“Don't even joke” he laughed but you knew he was serious. After some serious tickling followed by an even more intense kissing break, you both fell asleep as you usually do, in eachothers arms.

~

You arrived hand in hand outside Pops before Sweet Pea suddenly stopped on his tracks.

“Wait wait should I cover this like Jughead does” he was gesturing to his Serpent tattoo and the sheer idea that your incredibly proud of his roots boyfriend was even considering this, summed up his nerves.

“Definitely not” you both shared a smile. Your incredibly accepting nature of his (and really your own) heritage was one of the reasons he simply adored you. He never had to try around you.

You both continued hand in hand into the diner and to the booth where Veronica, Betty and Jughead all sat in the seat opposite, with Kevin sitting on a stool on the end.

“Hey guys, this is Sweet Pea” he smiled at the group while he slid into the booth, followed by you, the group all but Jughead looking judgingly.

“Where's Archie?”

“He texted and said he's parking the car there a second ago” Betty smiled before turning to Sweet Pea with a series of questions. Veronica not recognising him and he not recognizing her. Your hand went to his thigh and he cupped your hand with his own. You found it adorable to see him so nervous. They all seem to really like him though, you had a feeling that Jughead had done some groundwork. If Sweet Pea had grown on anyone it was Jughead and now he was quite fond of him.

“Hey guys, where's yns boyf...oh” Archie jogged to booth and stopped mid sentence at the sight of Sweet Pea.

“This is Sweet Pea Arch” the two boys were glaring at each other leaving you and the group exchanging looks.

Archie slid closely in next to you and Sweet Pea tensed to this.

“So Sweet Potato is it?” Archie glared towards Sweet Pea and you glared at Archie.

“Arch…” you tested.

“I'm surprised your parole officer would let you out this far?”

“Well I he doesn't mind when I leave to visit your mom at night” you choked slightly on your milkshake as the the group stifled a laugh as two lads locked eyes, you stuck in the middle.

“Nice black eye” Sweet Pea almost lunged at Archie to this comment, you pushing him back into the chest.

“Archie, let's walk” you bit.

After exiting the booth and into the wind you stopped at the gates of Pops

“What the hell Archie!?”

“He started it!”

“No he didn't you came in and called him Sweet Potato which by the way I'll be using later but in a more endearing sense!”

“He's a Serpent!”

“So am I!”

“No you're not! You're yn from down the road not yn from a gang!”

“Why can't I be both?!”

“Because it's not who you are!”

“Don't tell me who I am! I can be both and I want to be both!”

“No you only get to be one! And you're not like him and  his kind!”

“His kind?!” If  looks could kill Archie would  be dead on the floor.

“Yeah! His kind! He attacked us! Your boyfriend attacked us!”

“Wha-what?”

“Yeah he even stabbed Dilton!” The colour was draining from your face quickly.

“No-no he didn't”

“yes he did, because that's the type of guys Serpents are” he tried softer then but the blow was fierce. Your world was shattering around you.

“Emm I have to go…” you just took off half running into the dusk as Archie called after you.

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You were rummaging through Sweet Peas trailer, stuffing your things into a duffle bag, half crying.

“Hey hey hey Ynn what's going on?! Where'd you go?! Wait, where are you going now?” he put his hands up as if you a wild horse and he was trying to catch you.

“I can't see you right now!”

“Wait why, just c’mere stop!”

“Hey!” You half shouted as he ripped your bag from your hands and threw it behind him.

“Talk to me! Where are you going?!” He caught you by the shoulders and forced your teary eyes on him.

“Back to my dad's trailer! Just away from you!”

“Wait why?! Why are you crying?! Did I do that bad with your friends?!”

“Well I mean you stabbed one soooooo”

“I-I did wh-at?” He dropped your arms and genuinely looked confused, which made you confused.

“Archie said-”

“Ohhhh the Northsider said it so it must be true!” He more than half shouted.

“So you didn't stab someone?!” your volume matched his attempting to still pack but Sweet Pea continued to rip things from your hands.

“Well I mean I didn't at that particular fight! That idiot stabbed himself! did Archie happen to mention he was the one that gave me this!-” He pointed at the marbling decorating his eye “-I bet not because he's a Northsider and rainbows come out of his ass while us Southsiders kick puppies!” You collapsed with your head in your hands on to the edge of the bed, the confusion too much.

“Why'd you tell me it was Ghoulies then?” your voice came slightly muffled.

“I knew the fact that Archie and I had fought would upset you and it did. I can get over your Northside blood yn, I really can but I don't think your Northside blood can get over me” he sat down next to you and you leaned slightly on him defeated.

“I don't know anymore Sweet Pea” your words caused him an amount of heartbreak you couldn't comprehend without feeling it yourself.  

“Please don't leave, people always leave me when things get tough and I don't think I'd be able to bounce back if you left me...that's what my nightmare was about last night…please don't leave, I can change” desperation ringing in his voice.

“I don't want you to change, chill out a small bit yes  but I'm never going to leave you because of that Sweet Pea. I know I can say that a thousand times and you'll never believe me but it's not going to happen.”

“YN YLN I love you, Northside blood and all”

“And I love you Sweet Pea, serpent blood and all” you kissed sweetly then.

“Wanna go for a night jog” he laughed.

“I'm not sure Sweet Potato, you're mysterious and edgy enough for me” you smiled at your boyfriend, altercations long forgotten. Happy and in love.

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Much love Xx

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