#Where did December suddenly come from again?

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It's that time of the year again~

Loki prefers Halloween~

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christmas ⋆˚࿔

synopsis ⭑.ᐟ regulus black x reader where christmas at the potters brings back two brothers together

warnings: black brothers angst

word count: 2,301 words

author's note: i literally sobbed while writing this (╥ᆺ╥；)

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Regulus Black rarely trembled. He was a man of precision, poise, and well-practiced restraint. Yet here he stood, fidgeting with the cuffs of his tailored coat, staring at the warmly lit Potter residence as though it were a dragon’s lair. His free hand clasped yours tightly, clammy despite the biting chill of December air.

“Amour,” he began nervously, his tone a mixture of urgency and dread, “are you certain the invitation was for me too? Perhaps Lily and James only meant you, and it would be terribly awkward if—”

“Reg.” You squeezed his hand, cutting through his spiral. “You’re overthinking this. They invited both of us. Lily wrote your name herself, remember? In that beautiful gold ink? You’re family.”

His jaw tensed, his grey eyes darting to the door and then back to you. “Family,” he echoed softly, the word heavy with doubt and hope intertwined. “It’s been years. Sirius—he’s—what if—”

“What if he’s been waiting for this moment?” you interrupted gently, reaching up to cup his face. His eyes softened, the worry in them breaking your heart. “You’re here because they want you here. And so do I. Sirius will come around, love. And if he doesn’t, you’ll have me to hex him. Alright?”

A ghost of a smile flickered across his lips, though his fingers still fidgeted. He leaned into your touch for a moment, taking a deep breath before he muttered, “I still think this might be a mistake.”

“It’s not,” you assured him, squeezing his hand again as you turned to knock on the door. Before your knuckles could meet the wood, his voice stopped you.

“Amour, wait,” he said quickly. “Are you absolutely certain? What if—”

You silenced him with a pointed look, raising an eyebrow. “Regulus Arcturus Black, if you ask me one more time, I’ll drag you inside myself.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it, nodding reluctantly. “Alright,” he whispered, though his grip on your hand tightened as the door swung open.

Lily stood there, her radiant smile lighting up the wintry evening. “You’re here!” she exclaimed warmly, pulling you into a hug before turning to Regulus. Her arms wrapped around him without hesitation, her genuine affection clear. “Regulus, welcome.”

He stiffened at first, his posture rigid and uncertain. But then, slowly, he returned the hug, a quiet “Thank you” escaping him. You could see the way his shoulders began to relax, the faintest sheen of tears in his eyes as he pulled back.

“Come in, come in,” Lily urged, her excitement genuine as she ushered you both inside.

James appeared next, his grin as boyish as ever. “Look who decided to join the fun!” he teased, clapping Regulus on the shoulder. “About time, mate.”

“James,” Regulus greeted stiffly, his voice carefully polite but uncertain. He glanced at you, and you smiled encouragingly. James didn’t seem fazed by Reg’s formality, stepping aside with a welcoming gesture.

Before anyone could say more, a small figure darted out from behind James, a mop of black hair bouncing as the toddler jumped forward with a loud “BAH!” aimed directly at Regulus.

Regulus froze, staring down at the child with wide eyes. Harry, oblivious to the tension, pouted, his tiny face scrunching in disappointment. “He’s not scared!” he whined, looking up at James for confirmation.

“Oh no,” Regulus said suddenly, his voice low and serious. He stepped back dramatically, clutching his chest as though struck. “You’ve frightened me terribly!” His grey eyes widened in mock terror, and his hand shot to yours for support.

Harry’s pout disappeared instantly, replaced by an elated giggle. “I scared him!” he cried, jumping up and down with glee. “Mum, I scared him!”

“You sure did, darling!” Lily laughed, beaming at her son.

James ruffled Harry’s hair with exaggerated pride. “Great job, young man. Now, go on, bring your uncle and aunt inside.”

Regulus froze at the word, his gaze snapping to James. He seemed to falter for a moment, swallowing hard as emotion flickered across his face. Then, a tiny tug on his coat brought him back.

“Come on, Uncle!” Harry demanded with a toothy grin, his little hands pulling insistently.

Regulus stared down at him, his breath catching. Slowly, hesitantly, a small, soft smile crept onto his lips. He bent down and lifted Harry into his arms, the toddler laughing as he looped his arms around Reg’s neck.

You watched, your chest tightening with emotion as tears pricked your eyes. The sight of Regulus, holding Harry so tenderly despite his nerves, was enough to overwhelm you. He turned to you, his smile shy but genuine, and you couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss both his cheek and Harry’s.

“See?” you whispered against his ear. “You’re exactly where you belong.”

Regulus didn’t reply, but the tear that slipped down his cheek as he carried Harry inside said everything.

The warmth of the Potter home enveloped you as you wandered into the kitchen, leaving Regulus in the living room with Harry still babbling excitedly in his arms. The sound of laughter and soft music filled the air, and the smell of something sweet baking teased your senses. You stepped inside, only to pause at the sight before you.

Peter Pettigrew and Mary Macdonald stood by the counter, hands brushing as they decorated a tray of cookies. Peter was a blushing mess, his usually pale cheeks bright pink as Mary whispered something that had him grinning like a schoolboy.

You cleared your throat loudly, hiding a smirk as they jumped apart, the spatula Mary had been holding clattering onto the counter. Peter looked like a deer caught in headlights, and Mary’s blush matched the rosy frosting she was piping.

“Am I interrupting something?” you teased, leaning against the doorframe.

“Bun!” Peter exclaimed, his voice a bit too high-pitched as he tried to regain his composure. “You’re here! We were just… uh, baking! Cookies!”

Mary rolled her eyes fondly but recovered quicker, smiling warmly at you. “Welcome, sweetie. It’s so good to see you again.”

“Good to see you too,” you replied with a chuckle. “And no need to explain. You two are adorable, by the way.”

Peter fumbled with the tray of cookies, muttering something under his breath as Mary handed you a warm one to taste. “Here, try these,” Peter said eagerly, watching your expression with nervous anticipation.

You bit into the cookie and hummed appreciatively. “Delicious. Seriously, you two make a great team in the kitchen. And overall.”

Peter blushed, but before he could say anything, Regulus stepped into the room. His presence seemed to shift the energy, quieting Peter’s usual bumbling nature.

“Regulus,” Mary greeted him brightly, her grin widening as you gave her a nod. She quickly plated a few cookies and handed them to him. “Here, try one. We’ve been working on these for ages.”

Regulus took the plate with a small, reluctant smile, glancing briefly at you as if for guidance. He picked up a cookie and took a careful bite, pausing as the flavors settled. Then, to everyone’s surprise, his lips curved into the faintest smile.

“They’re wonderful, Mary,” he said softly, nodding in approval.

You raised an eyebrow playfully. “And?”

Regulus hesitated, his gaze flickering to Peter, who was looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes. “...And Peter,” he added with a slight smirk.

Mary and Peter both grinned, looking utterly pleased with themselves. “Thanks, Regulus,” they said in unison, earning a chuckle from you.

The lighthearted moment was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. You turned to see Remus stepping in, his tall frame illuminated by the kitchen lights. He smiled warmly, his gaze soft as it landed on you.

“Dove,” he greeted, pulling you into a quick hug. “You look lovely as ever.” Then, turning to Regulus, he nodded. “Glad you made it, Regulus. Sirius will be joining in a minute.”

Regulus stiffened at those words, his hand instinctively seeking yours as his usual calm façade faltered. After exchanging pleasantries with Remus, he pulled you aside, his voice dropping to a frantic whisper.

“Did you hear him?” Regulus asked, his panic barely contained. “‘Sirius will be joining in a minute.’ That’s code for ‘he’s furious I’m here.’ I knew this was a mistake. Oh, Merlin, I should leave. I’ll just make an excuse—would they believe me if I said Barty accidentally set Evan on fire?”

You tried not to laugh, gently placing your hands on his shoulders. “Reg, no one’s furious you’re here. Sirius might be dramatic, but he doesn’t hate you. And yes, they would believe that excuse, love. But just stay with me, okay? You’re doing fine.”

Regulus opened his mouth to argue, but the sound of a door opening again silenced him. Both of you turned as Sirius stepped into the room, his grey eyes instantly locking onto you.

“Doll,” Sirius greeted with a grin, pulling you into a quick hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” you replied, giving him a warm smile.

Then Sirius’s gaze shifted to Regulus. His expression softened slightly, though his tone held a quiet intensity as he spoke. “Can I talk to you alone, Regulus?”

Regulus tensed beside you, his hand gripping yours like a lifeline. His wide eyes darted to you in panic, but you just smiled reassuringly and leaned in to whisper, “You’ve got this.”

You blew him a quick kiss before stepping away, leaving him and Sirius alone in the kitchen. As you walked out, you caught Sirius glancing at you, his face unreadable, before turning back to his brother.

Sirius leaned against the counter, his arms crossed as he studied his brother with a carefully neutral expression. Regulus, for his part, was stiff as ever, his fingers twitching slightly as he tried to suppress his nerves.

“So…” Sirius began, dragging the word out. “You’re here.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “I am. And you’re here.”

Sirius’s lips twitched upward in a small, begrudging smile. “Merry Christmas, by the way.”

Regulus shifted on his feet. “You too.”

An awkward silence settled between them, the kind that years of estrangement couldn’t quite fill. Sirius scratched the back of his neck, clearly searching for the right words. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“I actually have something for you,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

Regulus blinked, startled. “You… do?”

Sirius nodded, his usual bravado muted as he turned and disappeared into the hallway. Regulus stood frozen, glancing back at the kitchen door as if considering fleeing, but before he could, Sirius returned. In his hands was a small package, wrapped haphazardly in parchment and tied with a crooked ribbon.

“Here,” Sirius said, shoving it toward him. “It’s, uh, not much.”

Regulus stared at the package, his brow furrowing. “I wasn’t aware there was going to be gift exchanging.”

“There’s not,” Sirius replied quickly, waving him off. “Just take it, alright?”

Regulus hesitated, then reached out and accepted the gift with the same care one might use to handle a priceless artifact. He carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the paper, revealing a neatly folded sweater inside. The soft fabric was midnight blue, and embroidered on the chest was a constellation—the Regulus star, shining bright—and a black dog stitched beside it, looking up toward the stars.

For a moment, Regulus just stared at it, his fingers brushing over the stitching. His throat tightened, and when he finally looked up, his eyes were glossy with unshed tears.

“I…” he began, but his voice failed him.

Sirius, clearly uncomfortable with the silence, began rambling. “I, uh, had some help from Remus, of course. I’m rubbish with sewing—nearly stabbed myself a dozen times. And the constellation—Remus said it should be accurate, so we looked it up in one of his star charts, and—"

The rest of his sentence was cut off as Regulus surged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Sirius. A quiet sob escaped him as he buried his face against Sirius’s shoulder, his grip firm and unyielding.

Sirius froze for a moment before exhaling shakily. A small smile tugged at his lips as he returned the embrace, his own tears slipping free as he clung to his younger brother.

They stayed like that for a long moment, the tension between them melting away in the quiet of the kitchen.

When Regulus finally pulled back, his face was tear-streaked but calmer. Sirius gave him a lopsided grin and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Reggie,” Sirius said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m pretty sure dinner’s ready. And you know how James gets when people are late to the table.”

Regulus nodded, wiping his face as he smiled faintly. “Alright.”

Together, they stepped into the kitchen, their bond mended in a way neither had expected when the evening began. Everyone glanced up as they entered, noticing the tear tracks on both their faces, but no one said a word. Instead, they simply smiled and made room for the two brothers to join the gathering.

Regulus slid into the seat beside you, and Sirius took his place next to Remus. You gave Regulus a soft, knowing smile, gently squeezing his hand under the table. He squeezed back, his heart lighter than it had been in years.

The room soon filled with laughter as Harry began reenacting his earlier “scare” on an unsuspecting Remus, who pretended to faint dramatically. James and Lily chuckled, Mary and Peter exchanged amused glances, and Sirius leaned back in his chair, his arm draped casually around Remus as he laughed at Harry’s antics.

As you looked around the table, your hand still intertwined with Regulus’s, you couldn’t help but think that this was what Christmas was truly about—family, love, and finding light even after the darkest of times.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

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jjk men on the last day of no nut november

characters: nanami, geto, gojo, toji | fem x reader warnings: 18+, smut, dry humping, orgasm denial, tease, masturbation, dildo, creampie noo!! i meant to post this yesterday on nov 30 but i was really busy. anyway, here it is now. the scenario is: somehow, you and the jjk men have made it to the end of NNN. here's what happens just minutes before dec 1.

NANAMI...

he wants to complete this challenge fair and square. which means that it's 11:40 pm, twenty minutes before november ends, and he won't even let you touch him. he knows exactly how sensitive he is right now, how being deprived of sex this past month has affected him both mentally and physically. if he gives in even a little bit now, he won't be able to stop himself.

and he's so close to winning. only a few minutes away before it's december.

when you try to reach out to him for the fifth time tonight, nanami growls and grabs you by the wrist, pinning your arms above your head on the bed. he leans in to whisper by your ear, "no cheating."

the words make you shudder, only turning you on more as you feel his hot breath next to you. his voice is low and strained; he's holding himself back, too. somehow, that makes this whole situation even hotter.

you've both stripped down to only your undergarments: bra and panties for you, and boxers for nanami. this is the farthest he would let you go. if you took the next step, if you were completely naked, nanami is sure that he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"come on," you beg him. "it's almost time, anyway. we can—"

"no." nanami stands firm. "you wanted this, so we're going to do it properly."

groaning, you think about how it's so unfair. sure, you did suggest this challenge, but you didn't realize just how difficult it would be to avoid having sex for an entire month, how much hornier it would make you to have this restriction.

and it's not like nanami is unaffected, either. you see the way he's looking at you while his body hovers over yours, eyes wandering to where your bra cups your breasts, the smooth skin of your stomach. he wants it too, as badly as you do.

his boxers are tight, making his erection painfully obvious. it stretches against the fabric, wanting to break free from its confines, but nanami makes no move to pull out his cock.

he needs something, though—some stimulation even if it's not direct contact. through your clothes, nanami begins to grind against you, pushing your knees apart and dry humping you on the bed with quick rolls of his hips.

you moan brokenly when you feel his hard cock between your legs, pressed against your wet panties. even this is too much. he rocks back and forth, almost like he's already lost control of himself, rutting shamelessly into you.

you feel dizzy with arousal. you could come like this, if he keeps it up, especially with the way the tip of his cock is brushing past your clit, fuck, he's really going to make you come.

"ken—kento—o-oh my god—"

nanami's hips stutter as his rhythm falters, the pleasure building up for him, and he's almost there as well. his cock pulses in warning, brushing past your clit, a thin layer of clothing separating the two of you.

then—he stops suddenly, too soon, seconds before you're about to come. seconds before he's about to come, too. it leaves both of you right on the edge, denied of your orgasms, so fucking close to that sweet release, but unable to reach it.

"hah—hah—sh-shit—" nanami groans, voice low and raspy. he's still thrusting his hips a little, unable to resist his body's instinct, but never touching you again.

your pussy throbs. you're so wet and horny, panties all ruined, trying to pull him closer. "p-please, just—fuck me," you beg him. you need it so bad. "fuck me already—"

nanami's arms are tense as he holds himself up above you, pulling his hips away from yours. he's breathing hard, panting. his cock leaks precum, soaking his boxers and making a damp spot where the tip is. you can see him twitching, the fabric shifting with every movement of his cock.

fuck, you know that he's going to absolutely wreck you once midnight comes. you know he's been just dying to get his hard, aching cock inside you; to come as he moans in your ear and release a month's worth of pent-up sperm.

but for now, he only looks at the clock, clenches his jaw, and says, "ten more minutes."

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GETO...

the two of you are sitting on opposite sides of the room, far enough that you can't act on the temptation of touching each other. but that doesn't stop either of you from touching yourselves.

"this is—fuck, this is a very dangerous game, angel..." suguru's eyes are dark and hungry, he drinks in the sight of you, naked, as your hands roam all over your own body.

you start with your breasts, massaging and squeezing them in your palms, circling around the sensitive nipples but not touching directly yet. getting yourself more and more aroused, body arching forward as you whine for more contact.

across from you, suguru is growing harder and harder by the second. his cock twitches and slowly fills out as he watches you tease yourself until it's standing proud, tall and stiff between his legs.

seeing it now, fully hard, is enough to turn you on, your pussy reacting to his arousal. you pinch your nipples between two fingers, gasping at the tingle of pleasure it sends throughout your body. "mm, suguru... your cock..."

he's touching himself too, holding his cock in a loose grip and stroking, masturbating along with you. he groans when your hands travel down your stomach, along your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart wide to expose your pussy.

"j-just imagine," you say, conjuring up the fantasy in your own mind as well. you use two fingers to circle your clit, unable to resist any longer, and moan at the feeling. "imagine your hard, aching cock sinking into my wet pussy. think about—ngh, fuck—my pussy clenching around you as you fill me up, stuffing me full with your cock. it'd feel so fucking good."

suguru is no doubt fantasizing about it too. his cock twitches, leaking more precum as he continues to pump himself. "fuck, you're such a naughty girl. once i get my hands on you—hah—i'll rub my cock against that pretty pussy of yours, let you feel how hard i am as i tease you until you're begging me to put it in."

whimpering, you feel yourself throb, getting wetter from his dirty words. "please—my pussy is ready for you, suguru." you spread your pussy lips apart, giving him a full view of your dripping cunt. "w-want you inside me already."

suguru groans in frustration, knowing that he can't have you yet. "god, me too. i wanna fuck you so bad."

it's too much; you need to feel something more, anything. reaching for the drawer next to you, you bring out one of your toys—if you can't have suguru yet, this will have to do for now.

"this could be your cock," you say, as you hold out a six-inch dildo and bring it to your lips. it's modelled to look like a real cock with thick veins along the sides. you kiss the tip of it, then trail down the shaft. "mm, you taste so good, suguru."

you lick the toy all over, flicking your tongue just under the crown. suguru inhales sharply, gaze darkening at the sight of you giving the dildo a blowjob. everything you do to it goes straight to his cock, as if he's feeling your mouth on him too.

swirling your tongue around the cockhead, you begin to part your lips, taking the dildo inch by inch into your mouth until the tip of it hits the back of your throat. then, you move—bobbing your head up and down, sucking on the toy while looking straight at suguru.

"f-fuck, yeah, take it." you hear suguru moan brokenly as he jerks himself off faster and faster, hips bucking upward into his fist. he looks so wrecked, chest heaving, his cock painfully hard and flushed a dark red. "take all of it—"

you moan around the toy, wishing that you had his cock in your mouth instead, wishing that you could feel his hardness and taste his precum; feel how he throbs from your actions, head thrown back when you swallow him down all the way.

after a while, you pull the dildo out of your mouth. suguru is squeezing the base of his cock, panting, too close to coming. he twitches once, twice, like he could burst at any minute.

you line up the dildo between your legs and rub it against your pussy, letting the cockhead brush past your entrance again and again. teasing yourself to feel the burning desire inside you grow even stronger. "s-suguru, i need you—need your cock—"

"christ, angel," suguru curses. his hand is moving again, stroking himself, unable to resist. you're both so turned on, so fucking horny that it feels unbearable. "fuck yourself with it. come on, show me what you really want."

at his command, you push the toy inside, crying out as it spreads you open and fills you up. you squirm on the spot as it bottoms out, hips circling around it to adjust to the sensation.

when you start to pull it back out, you moan, feeling it drag and drag and drag along your walls. you imagine that it's suguru there instead of the dildo—his hot, throbbing cock penetrating you repeatedly.

you tilt the toy a bit, aiming upward, and the effect is instantaneous: pleasure bursts all throughout your body as it stimulates your g-spot, thighs trembling from how fucking good it feels. "o-oh my god—suguru—"

and it's addicting; you can't stop aiming there now that you've found the spot. you get closer and closer with every thrust, orgasm building up at an alarming speed.

"t-take it out," suguru rasps. "you're only allowed to come from my cock."

fuck. your pussy throbs in protest as you reluctantly pull the dildo out, instantly feeling how empty it leaves you. suguru is still stroking himself, much more desperate now, his thick cock disappearing and reappearing into his own fist, slick and wet with precum.

you want him so fucking bad.

only five more minutes to go. the longest five minutes of your life.

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GOJO...

he's not exactly fucking you yet, but what he is doing is sliding his rock hard cock up and down your pussy, rutting against you like he's been deprived of any contact. which is true—he's been deprived for a whole month. a whole month! god, he's so damn horny he can hardly think straight. he has no idea how he managed to hold off for this long.

but that's why, with only a few minutes before no nut november is over, he lets loose a little. the anticipation has been absolutely killing him; he's going to come harder than he ever has before. and he can't deny himself any longer, not when you're right there, lying on the bed and tempting him with your body.

"i can't—i can't stop my hips," satoru grunts, grinding against you faster and faster. he's losing control entirely, almost animalistic in the way he's moving on pure instinct, chasing after nothing but pleasure. "oh—oh fuck, baby, i need—"

every time his hard, throbbing cock brushes past your clit, you cry out, bucking up into him. you're just as far gone; a month without sex has made you so fucking desperate for it. "ah—! s-satoru, please—"

how is it still not midnight yet? how much longer do both of you have to endure this? shit, you don't know how much more you can take. a few minutes ago, you set an alarm to ring as soon as november ends, but it feels like hours and it still hasn't gone off.

and then—satoru's cock catches on your pussy, slides into you a little, no more than an inch. no more than just the tip. but it makes both of you gasp and moan—moan so loud that you're sure the neighbours could hear you. but you don't care.

satoru quickly pulls out before either of you get too close, his cock resting on your pussy now. you can feel him hot and throbbing, about to burst at any moment. your pussy throbs, too, both of you pulsing against each other, begging to feel it again.

but no matter what, you can't come yet. fuck. fuck.

still, you buck up helplessly and say, "a-again. do it again. please."

not even a second later, satoru has his cock lined up by your entrance, panting as he forces himself to go slow. his cockhead sinks into you and you clamp down on him, refusing to let him go. your back arches, moans falling from your lips as his cock stretches you open.

satoru pulls out, then pushes in again. out, in. out, in. over and over—the shallowest, most torturous thrusts you've ever experienced. but it's all you can take now, both of you dangerously close to the edge for anything more. if he thrusts into you all the way, the full length of his hard cock filling you up, you'd come for sure. just the thought of satoru fucking you properly, fucking you deep, gets you so aroused that it makes you dizzy.

"feels—hah—feels too good," satoru grunts, picking up the pace. he's losing himself to the pleasure again, hips moving uncontrollably. "ngh, shit, too fucking good. i can't—i'm not going to last—f-fuck—"

BRIIING! the alarm goes off.

you both pause, looking at each other. it's 12:00 am exactly. december 1st.

satoru snaps. without warning, without any more delays, he plunges his cock into you, bottoming out deep inside you. the two of you moan at the same time, and then he's fucking you, pounding his cock with urgency and desperation and a month's worth of being denied.

there's no time to catch your breath. you can feel satoru's cock hitting you fast and deep, filling you up, throbbing hot against your walls. he's panting into the crook of your neck, sucking on the smooth skin there. both hands flick at your nipples, playing with the hardened nubs, applying just enough pressure to make you arch into his touch. it's all overwhelming; you feel pleasure throughout your whole body, orgasm approaching fast.

when you clench around satoru with his hard cock buried deep inside you, his pace falters. he chokes out a moan and it sounds so wrecked, so arousing. you moan, too. you're both so fucking close.

"coming, coming, c-coming—"

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TOJI...

throughout the month, as the days went by, toji has become more and more cranky. it's obvious that the challenge is really getting to him, putting him in a bad mood no matter what he's doing, and he's never abstained from sex for this long before. never been sexually frustrated to this degree.

there's so much tension between the two of you, and it's only a matter of time before someone snaps.

about a week in, toji starts to work out a lot more, mostly as a distraction. even at home, he's constantly doing different exercises—push ups, sit ups, planks, bicep curls, squats. not that you're complaining, of course. it gives you the opportunity to see him shirtless, to see his toned body glistening with sweat after every session.

as a distraction, though, it doesn't always work. he comes up to you after, pins you against the wall, and says, "i can't fucking stand this anymore. i need to get laid." his voice is strained. the shorts that he wore for the workout does nothing to hide his raging erection. "i need to fuck you."

it's not easy to resist him in that situation at all. his lips are hovering right next to yours, and you have to hold back from reaching out and touching his abs, pressing your hips together until you're grinding into each other like you so desperately want.

still, despite all that, you reply, "no."

and he stomps away, slamming every door in the hall, cursing. you take a moment to yourself too; it's not like you're immune to this, either. your pussy throbs with need, dripping wetness onto your panties. if you had been any weaker, you would've given in right there without a doubt.

when the last day finally arrives, november 30, toji doesn't give a shit about the technicalities anymore; whether it's 11:00 pm, or 11:30 pm, or 11:59 pm, it's all the same to him. he's done with this stupid challenge, tortured himself enough by holding back all month (for what, he doesn't even know; it doesn't feel like he gained anything from it), so he deserves this now.

toji has you bent over the nearest surface, cock already buried in your pussy, grinding into you filthily like he's trying to make both of you come as fast as possible. the abstinence really got to him, delirious with only a single goal in mind: to get the release he's been denied of for so damn long. a whole fucking month's worth of come just waiting to be released from his balls.

they feel so hot and heavy, weighted down by how much has accumulated since the start of november. and his cock—fuck, he's never been this hard is his life. it has a mind of its own, so horny and desperate, standing rigid between his legs and weeping with endless amounts of precum that spill out from the tip.

"t-toji, wait," you try to tell him. "it's not—ah—it's not time yet."

"what's the problem?" he asks, not stopping at all. "all you have to do is make sure that you don't come until midnight. there's no rule saying that i can't fuck you before then."

and... he's right, technically, but how the hell does he expect you to hold back when he's pounding into you so fast and rough? it's like he's fully given in to his primitive instincts, fucking you like a wild animal, hips snapping into you over and over.

"i can't—" you gasp as toji's hands reach around to grab your breasts, squeezing them, flicking your nipples. "feels—feels too good—"

"yeah?" toji asks, panting. "doesn't sound like a problem to me. means i'm fucking you real good."

you can't argue with that. moaning, you try to fight against the pleasure, but it's a losing battle. "w-wait, toji—ah—i'm close—"

"come," he tells you, voice low and sultry and so fucking hot. "just let go if you want it so bad. c'mon, be a good girl and come for me now."

a shudder runs through your body as a fresh wave of arousal hits you. fuck. you're trying your best to hold back, you really are, but it's impossible when toji is whispering right next to your ear, his warm breath on your skin as he repeats the word over and over again: come, come, come.

the assault is constant: toji's hips slamming against yours, his hard cock going deeper and deeper with every thrust, brushing against your g-spot. it's overwhelming when one hand slides down to find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with his skilled fingers. you arch into his touch, moaning brokenly, unable to escape the pleasure. your body betrays you as you feel yourself tipping over the edge,

"fuck," toji groans and it's clear that he's at his limit too, thrusts growing erratic now. "gonna come—"

the feeling of him pulsing and pulsing, spilling everything inside you, is what makes you come in the end. it's so much, weeks of stored up come spurting out from his hard cock, finally getting the release that he so badly needed. you clench around him as he rolls his hips, milking every last drop, the two of you riding out your orgasms together.

toji pulls out and his cock gives one last twitch at the sight of you stuffed full of his come, white and sticky as it drips out of your pussy. you're both still breathing hard, all the tension gone from your body.

god, you've never come so hard in your life. abstaining from sex for a month only made it that much more worth it in the end.

turning your head, you glance at the clock. 12:00 am. it's by pure luck that you came exactly at midnight, somehow managing to complete no nut november despite toji's ruthless teasing.

you vow to never do it again, though. not with toji. there's no way you could survive another year of NNN with him.

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[moosesarecute]

December 6th

December Masterlist

Masterlist

Azriel’s letters to Y/N:

I think therapy is helping a little.

I thought about you yesterday without crying. Do you remember our first dance? Not our first as a couple, but our first one ever?

Sneaking around in the woods behind Windhaven and dancing to the song from the shadows swirling around us. Our feet making the snow crunch beneath us.

If only the bond had snapped earlier or if I was just a little braver. I would have danced with you every moment I could.

Annette waited, and waited, and then waited a little longer. She needed to know everyone had gone to bed.

After it had gone 30 minutes since the last member of her family went to bed, she decided to go for it.

She had been anxiously wating the entire day. She had been planning what to bring, but other than that, it was a poorly planned adventure.

Making sure to be as quiet as possible, she packed a small backpack she had found in the bottom of her closet. In it she put a thick sweater, some snacks and a bottle of water. She made sure to dress up in all her warm clothes and made her way to the library.

Before she went on her adventure she put two books in her backpack. The one about the Winter Lights and the one about the different kinds of fae that stood right before the doorknob.

Knowing the door would squeak, she decided to open it quickly to make the noise last as shortly as possible. Once more her face was hit by fresh air and the smell of ocean. It felt like it lightened her entire head. It felt so refreshing. Annette couldn’t find any other word to explain it by than safe. It was comforting and safe to be outside.

She took a deep breath as she walked to the first of the three stone steps and closed the door behind her. She walked down the next two steps and as she heard almost frozen gras crunching beneath her feet.

Annette saw ocean in the distance, she saw trees and mountains. Even though it was mostly dark, the light from the moon showed her a path. It was guiding her, and she went where it wanted her to go.

Without looking back, Annette walked further into the forest.

Annette felt like she had walked forever, but she wasn’t tired. She felt good. The tiredness in her legs felt nice. She had stopped and sat down on a tree stump to eat her snacks and drink some water.

She had touched every tree she walked past and said hi to every bird or stone or river she saw. Everything felt so alive. It impressed her.

She had walked through the entire night and as the sun started to rise in the horizon, she realized she ought to make her way back to her family before they realized she was gone.

She turned around, but the moonlit path she had been walking until now, suddenly seemed gone. It was like they didn’t want her to go back. She pushed back the feeling that something was wrong and started to make her way back.

That’s when it started. The pain.

Cramps spread through her chest. The further she walked, the worse and more often they became.

Annette started to become afraid as she realized that she hadn’t taken her medicine the last couple of days.

She felt so stupid. How could she leave the house, without permission and not remember to take her medicine? If something went wrong now, they definitely would not let her out again.

However, she didn’t manage to think long about it before the pain became too unbearable. It was like something in her chest was screaming. Screaming for her to come back. To come home.

Where did it want her to go?

Annette sat down on the ground and not even seconds later, her body slumped, and she ended up passing out in the middle of the forest.

 “I’m not doing that,” Azriel told Jonathan.

This was going too far. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He didn’t want to.

“Writing about her in past tense might help your mind understand that she’s truly gone.”

Jonathan had read his letters and pointed out the fact that he sometimes wrote about you in the present tense. Wrote as if you were here with him.

Azriel shook his head. He couldn’t admit that you were gone. You weren’t gone. Not to him. You were still alive. In his heart, you were still alive.

“Taking these steps in the beginning is very hard,” Jonathan said. “However, after a while it becomes easier and easier. Eventually, you’ll take just as big steps on a daily basis, without it feeling too hard.”

“I can’t,” Azriel said.

“What if we write one together?” Jonathan suggested.

Azriel only shook his head once more. It felt like the only thing he could to. The suggestion left him almost paralyzed.

“That’s okay. We’ll try again another day.”

Azriel stood up from the sofa and made his way out of the room. As he walked out, snow and wind were the first to greet him.

He flew up to the House of Wind and went straight to the training ring.

This was the first time he left therapy feeling heavier than when he entered. He felt like he needed a hug. He needed someone to say that everything would be okay. To explain to him that the pain would go over.

He punched the dummy.

You were the person that always held and comforted him. You would hold him and stroke his face.

He punched it once more.

You would kiss his forehead and his hands.

Azriel didn’t notice his shadows covering him and the training ring in blackness. He didn’t feel the difference. His entire mind and soul felt heavy and black.

He kicked the dummy, and he then slumped down onto the ground.

“Please,” he cried out. Tears were streaming down his face. “Please, Y/N. Just come back to me.”

He did however notice when his shadows abruptly stopped moving. He felt it in his entire body.

“Azriel?” he heard a voice. It sounded like it was far away.

But he couldn’t care less about the voice. He only cared about the feeling in his chest. The extreme feeling that filled his entire chest.

He let out a shaky breath.

The feeling was so overwhelming it almost felt painful. It was painful, but at the same time not. It was screaming at him.

“Get her home,” it told him.

It was the bond. He was sure of it.

But then it disappeared and Azriel has never felt as empty as he did in that moment.

His ears started to ring and just as Cassian sat down beside him, he passed out.

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[bbokarimenu]

Dancing in December

pairing: hwanghyunjin! x fem reader!

genre: fluff

warnings: none

an: Merry Christmas pookie’s 🎄💚, first hyunjin fluff

Masterlist

The snow fell softly outside our apartment, blanketing the city in a gentle hush. From where I stood in the living room, I could see the Christmas lights twinkling on the buildings across the street, reflecting off the window like stars. Inside, our little tree glowed warmly, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Hyunjin had insisted on decorating it himself, and I’d let him, knowing how much joy he found in the process. But now, as I looked at the slightly uneven distribution of ornaments and the tinsel that seemed to cascade in chaotic loops, I couldn’t help but laugh softly. It was imperfectly perfect—just like him.

The soft sound of a piano filled the air, coming from the record player in the corner. I’d chosen a playlist of Christmas classics to set the mood while I prepared the hot chocolate.

“Hyunjin, are you almost ready?” I called out.

“In a minute!” his voice echoed from the bedroom.

I rolled my eyes affectionately and placed the mugs on the coffee table, arranging a plate of cookies alongside them. Tonight wasn’t anything extravagant—just the two of us, spending time together before his busy schedule resumed.

A few minutes later, Hyunjin emerged from the bedroom, and my breath caught for a moment. He wore a cozy red sweater that complemented his golden skin, and his hair fell in soft waves around his face.

“Sorry, I wanted to fix my hair,” he said sheepishly, tugging at his sleeves.

“You look perfect,” I said, smiling as I walked over to him.

His lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to kiss my forehead. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” I teased, grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch.

As we settled in, Hyunjin reached for one of the mugs and took a careful sip. He hummed in appreciation, his eyes lighting up.

“Did you add cinnamon to this?”

“I did. Thought it might be a nice touch.”

“It’s amazing,” he said, setting the mug down to grab a cookie.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the music and the crackling sound of the electric fireplace filling the room. I watched as Hyunjin’s gaze wandered to the tree, a soft, almost wistful expression crossing his face.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, resting my head on his shoulder.

He was quiet for a moment before replying. “Just how different this year feels. It’s been so hectic, but moments like this make it all worth it.”

I reached for his hand, lacing my fingers through his. “You deserve this, Hyunjin. A moment to breathe, to just be yourself.”

He turned to look at me, his dark eyes filled with warmth. “I feel like myself the most when I’m with you.”

After finishing our drinks, Hyunjin suddenly stood and extended a hand toward me.

“Dance with me,” he said, a playful glint in his eye.

“Dance?” I repeated, laughing. “To Christmas music?”

“Why not?”

I hesitated for a moment before taking his hand. He led me to the center of the room, where the soft glow of the tree illuminated the space.

At first, I felt a little awkward, but Hyunjin’s infectious energy quickly melted away my self-consciousness. He twirled me around, laughing when I stumbled slightly, and soon we were moving together as if the music was written just for us.

“See? You’re a natural,” he said, spinning me again.

“You’re just saying that because you’re a professional,” I teased, grinning up at him.

“Maybe,” he said, pulling me close. “But it’s true.”

As the song ended, Hyunjin didn’t let go. Instead, he held me in his arms, swaying gently to the next track.

“Thank you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“For what?”

“For making everything feel magical,” he replied, resting his forehead against mine.

My heart swelled, and I reached up to cup his face. “Hyunjin, you’re the one who brings the magic. I’m just here to remind you of it.”

His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped. Then, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, his touch gentle and full of love.

Later, as we sat by the tree, Hyunjin pulled out a small box from behind his back.

“What’s this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Just open it,” he said, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Inside the box was a delicate silver necklace with a tiny snowflake pendant.

“I saw it a few weeks ago and thought of you,” he said, his voice shy. “It reminded me of how you make everything feel beautiful and special, even the little things.”

I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked at him. “Hyunjin, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Here, let me,” he said, taking the necklace and fastening it around my neck.

As his fingers brushed against my skin, I felt a warmth spread through me, despite the chill outside.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, stories, and quiet moments by the fire. As midnight approached, I found myself leaning against Hyunjin, his arm wrapped around me as we watched the snow continue to fall outside.

“Next year,” he said suddenly, “let’s do this again. Same tree, same cookies, same everything.”

“Deal,” I said, smiling up at him.

And in that moment, with the world outside hushed and peaceful, I knew that no matter where life took us, as long as I had Hyunjin by my side, every Christmas would feel like magic.

[hel1nn]

And suddenly everything changed ೀ⋆｡

Ch.4 honeymoon

𐔌 . ⋮ satoru gojo x fem zenin!reader .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ : Listen to kingston while reading ⭑.ᐟ

୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : fluffyy | 18+ smut mdni | eventual smut | arranged marriage | reader is 22 and gojo is 25 | reader had a lonely life untill satoru came | abuse (gojo did nothing here.) | trauma | sprinkles of angsts | jealousy | flashbakes | soft!satoru | soft!reader | loss of virginity | self harm | first time falling in love | reader has two sisters. | Reader belongs to zenin clan. | Idiots to lovers | reader doesn't find satoru annoying since she was alone her whole life. | Insecurities | 𖦹ׂ ₊˚⊹⋆

౨ৎ Summery : spending your whole life with feeling of being useless and a waste of space,even worse that your two sisters had cursed energy but you didn't, made you wanted to kill yourself so many times but it stopped when a marriage proposal was sented to gojo clan about marrying you or one of your two sisters. Your sisters were so powerful and beauty with brain so why did satoru gojo choosed you? Moodboard | series masterlist

A/N : English isn't my first language sorry if a made any mistakes:)

Things between you and satoru were awkward yet it was peaceful. He's being respectful towards your rules (not touching eachother without any reason, sleeping in separate rooms etc etc). Sometimes your left alone at house because of his work but satoru spends his time with you. Even one day both of you had a movie night too. It wasn't bad, infact it was very much fun more than you expected. Not to mention the small date on 31st December. Today you were just getting ready for bed as you hear a familiar knock on the door.

"come inn" you spoke as the door opens, revealing the white haired man standing there as steps in your room. You complete braiding your hair as you look at him, giving him a small smile. Seeing his expression you could tell he wanted to say something.

"do you want to..talk about anything?" You ask as you sit down on your bed, "sit here" you say as your hands pats beside you. Satoru was slightly avoiding making eye contact with you. He gives you a smile before sitting where you told him to..

"the higher ups told me too.."

"did they again do something stupid" you say,thats all you could think of them from the ridiculous things they did. From what satoru told you.

Hearing you say the *stupid* his hesitation becomes a little more... would you agree or not. He doesn't wants to upset you now c'mon.

"i mean no..they still haven't done anything for now but..they wants us to go to..okinawa.."

You blink few times..they want you and satoru visit okinawa. For what. For what..oh.

"you mean hone-"

"yes that's what i am trying to say. They want me to take you to honeymoon.." satoru says, looking away. His cheeks slightly pink. When he finally looks at you,the slightly freaked out expression..

"dont worry..i won't do anything to you if you agree. And if you don't it's completely finee-"

"i want to." You perk up,the biggest grin on your face. You had never visited a beach before. All your life locked in that jail. A smile breaks on satoru's face seeing you like this.

"the lets do whatever you want." He chuckles softly. As the blush slightly grows on your face. That night both of you yap the life out of eachothers ears, planning on what you two would do..you don't know why but even if you and satoru aren't so much close,when both of you spend your time together it feels like satoru is the closest person to you.

February 20.

Satoru almost looks like a child, you were surprised seeing people visit the beach in this weather too. Satoru bought you a party floral midi dress. With a cardigan too since you felt kinda cold. the smooth skin of your thigh distracted satoru few times. The cherry blossoms there looking fresh and pretty. You stare at satoru playing with a kid and the kid's parents laughing at satoru as their son splashes water on him. Satoru shakes the water away from his hair like cat. (Catoru.) A soft smile playing on you lips. Everything was going fine,your eyes closed as you rest on the beach chair. The laughter of few peoples around you and the fresh breeze feeling like soothing music to your ears.

"y/n.!" You here satoru chime beside you, your eyes shot open as you perk up in slight shock. You could tell there was something in his hand that he was hiding behind his back..

"you scared me for a second" you laugh softly, recovering from that. "And what is it?" Spoke just as satoru almost shoves a sea cucumber at you. You yelp in horror,staring at the squirming thing on the ground. Satoru pouts,his shoulders slumping in the fail of surprising you with that thing.

"W-what is that.." you trail off.. moving you gaze to satoru,uh. Did he just made a foolish scene of him Infront of you? He looks away slightly,his cheeks pink

"sorry i thought this little shi- thing would slip out of my hand.." satoru says as he laughs a bit, looking at you

You shake you head in slight amusement..oh my. This man is like a manchild but..you kinda liked (absolutely loved) it. You chuckled softly before adjusting yourself on the chair comfortably

"okay you didn't failed to surprise me..btw it scared the life out me for a second" you smile at him,you pink lips shining. Satorus gaze was focused on something else,on how beautiful you looked in that dress. He loved it. Yeah don't think he's a perv cause is there any problem to admire his wife?? He finally shakes his head, snapping out of his day dream

"y-yeah what were you saying" he mumbles and you sigh, sometimes you wonder what happens to this cute man. You were enjoying the small conversation with him just then a ball hits you face, the dirt landing on the skin of you face,you see the child satoru was playing with comes running to you

"sorry miss that was meant for the uncle beside you" the kid yells before taking his ball and running away again, leaving satoru pouty and you giggling like a highschool girl

"heyy i am not any old fart!"

You and satoru were entering the aquarium,the big and small fishes leaving you mesmerized. Not noticing satoru gently intertwining his fingerd with yours so you don't get lost here. Satoru carrying your cardigan. Not letting you since this trip is meant for you and you should enjoy it as much as you want. So you couldn't argue with him more. In the middle of exploring with satoru you suddenly bumped into someone. Just as you were going to apologise-

"oh hi.." that girl looked at satoru, totally an stranger

"oh..do i know you by any chance"

"uh- um no! But would you mind-"

"then byee" satoru started to walk, dragging you with him but then that girl again stopped both of you. All you could do was watch everything

"m-mister waitt is that your sister-"

Satoru's expression turned dumbfounded before replying. You slightly laughed, looking away in embarrassment.

"no she's my wife" the girl stops bringing out her mobile from her bag,who was planning on taking satoru's number,a pout forming on the her lips as she gives a small apology before leaving you two alone again. Satoru just lets out a sigh. You didn't really cared about anything that happened right now. Its normal for girls to hit on him because just look at him he's so handsome. Satoru and you continue your little date that both if you were too shy to admit it. Going here and there,satoru secretly clicks a photo if you staring at a big fish there. As aquarium was about to close both of you finally left, you intentionally didn't let go of his hand since..it felt warm. At the hotel room you were unknownly tucked into satoru's arms since the hotel room only had one bed,his long fingers gently caressing your scalp. Admiring your little face resting against his chest. He knows how you will shower him with apologies because you touched him after saying you would respect his personal space. But satoru liked it. a little smile playing on his lips

"your beautiful"

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[littlemessyjessi]

"Holly Jolly at The Hard Deck" : A Holiday Top Gun Maverick Imagine: Robert "Bob" Floyd

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Holiday Top Gun Maverick Imagine

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Plus Size Reader PS Reader, Reader 

Use of Y/N because (I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again) if I focus on a fully thought out character… none of us will get to see the end of this imagine until next December… if we’re lucky.  Though I have supplied a backstory/family for her though because… plot.  And also I can’t help myself, lol.  

Fem Identifying reader because I love women and I do enjoy writing for them.  But also bi-panic so ya know, lol. 

If you're under 18, see yourself out. Love you but no. Auntie loves you but get out and come back when you're legal. Tis no place for children. Love you but bye.

Warnings: Use of booze because well, The Hard Deck.  

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Pete Mitchell all but elbowed his way into The Hard Deck. 

An exasperated glance from Bradley told him he wasn’t alone in thinking that it was getting more and more crowded in here every day. 

By the time he’d finally made it to the bar… he was sweating. 

Penny was running around like a madwoman. 

“Uh, Pen? What’s got this place so packed?” 

The woman turned with a tired smile, “You know the new waitress I hired?” 

“Yeah…” Bradley said, taking a seat beside Mav.  “What? She up and quit?” 

“No, no.” Penny laughed, placing their usuals down in front of them. 

“When she said she had previous experience and a business degree, I didn’t realize -”  she said only to be cut off. 

“Coming through!” 

Penny just stepped back out of the way as a very soft, cushiony woman breezed past them. 

“New girl?” Pete asked. 

“Not bad.” Bradley said, head tilting as he checked her out. 

Penny did not hesitate to slap him upside the head. 

“Remember my rules, Bradshaw.  You disrespect a lady and you buy a round for everyone.” she warned.  

“I wasn’t disrespecting!” he said. “I was just admiring… respectfully.” 

“Well, get in line.” Penny chuckled. “And good luck.  I think she already has eyes for someone else.” 

Pete chuckled as the woman all but twirled around Robert “Bob” Floyd… and he turned about thirteen shades of red in her presence. 

She pressed a festive little drink into his hand and a kiss to his cheek. 

“Yeah, you’re out of luck, Bradley.” Pete chuckled before turning his attention back to his own lady. “Looks nice in here, Pen.  I like it.” 

“Thank the new girl.” she shrugged. 

Decorating extensively had never been Penny’s thing.  

She enjoyed it once it was up but she’d never quite found the joy of doing it and often got frustrated when she lacked inspiration. 

And she wasn’t a woman who enjoyed scrolling through Pinterest. 

Y/N, it seemed, was the perfect little addition because she had a natural knack for it. 

Suddenly those boxes in the basement that Penny was certain the local church wouldn’t even take… had transformed the place into Holly Jolly at The Hard Deck. 

“Seems like it’s good for business.” Bradley said. 

“Oh, it’s great for business.  The festive little cocktails she keeps posting on social media has helped too.” she said.  

“Oh, The Hard Deck is on social media now?” Bradley teased knowing damn well that the owner had had a previous aversion to such. 

“Look, I didn’t have to do it and she handles it.” Penny shrugged.  “And I’ll admit.  It’s made a huge difference.   It’s the first time in years where I haven’t had to worry about the future of this place.  Sometimes things get tight around here.  At the risk of sounding churchy, she really has been a blessing.” 

“So why do you sound sad when you say that?” 

The three of them looked up to see the woman of the hour weaving her way back around the bar. 

“I feel like I’ve stolen a talent.” Penny laughed.  “You should be somewhere fancy and elegant.  Not here.” 

Y/N outright snorted, “Penny, I was the one that basically begged you for the job. Remember?  I’ve done the high end stuff.  I don’t like it.  There’s no connection.   And besides, with its connection to the Navy… this place feels more like home than I’ve felt in a long time.” 

“Were you in the Navy?” Pete asked curiously. 

“Not me.” she said.  “Both of my parents were though and two of my siblings as well.  They’ve all passed on now so being around here kinda feels like home.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Pete offered. 

Y/N shrugged, “I was the surprise that came much later in their life.  My dad was sixty when I was born.” 

Pete and Bradley’s faces clearly showed their shock as the two women laughed. 

“Yeah, apparently that was my dad’s  reaction when my mom told him as well.” Y/N laughed.  “They passed when I was quite young. “My brother and sister mostly raised me but they were navy too.  I was definitely a military brat.  So I’m more comfortable around you meatheads than I am anyone else at times.” 

The pair of them laughed out of shock. 

“Uh huh.” said Penny knowingly.  “And it has nothing to do with a certain WSO?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about it, Miss Benjamin.” Y/N said. “I sought out this job for my own reasons.  The cutie in the glasses just happened to be a MAJOR unexpected perk.” 

“I’ll be sure to tell him you think he’s cute.” Bradley teased. 

“He knows I think he’s cute.  I told him he was fine as hell the first time I saw him.  I don’t think it’s a secret at this point.” she shrugged. 

“Is this where he keeps sneaking off to every spare second these last couple of weeks?” Pete asked Penny as something seemed to click in his head. 

She tried her best to hide her laughter behind her hand but that alone confirmed where that stealthy little twerp had been. 

Another group of men all but crashed onto the counter top, earning a stern glare from Penny but an amused smirk from Y/N. 

“Fellas, it would seem that my ‘fruity little girlie drinks’ have put you on your ass.  Maybe you should call it a night.” Y/N said reaching out to tap the head of one particular man who was a good head taller than she was. 

“‘m fine. Dun no what yer talk bout.” he slurred. “But I do know that Imma take you home tonight.” 

“Consent is required for my company, bud.” she said. “And I’m not giving it to someone who is completely smashed.  Sorry but I’m smarter than that.” 

“Aw, come on!” he slurred. “Don’ be sucha prude.” 

“Hey, you know the rules.” Penny said. “Disrespect a lady and you buy a round.” 

“Excuse me.” came a voice. 

“What?!” the man slurred, turning around with lumbering movements only for a fist to connect with his jaw so solidly that it knocked him flat on his back. 

Bob stood there with a stern expression on his face. 

“The lady said no.  That’s enough of a reason to leave her alone.” he said before he looked at the others over the rim of his glasses. “Anyone else need to learn that lesson?” 

The pub had quieted the moment the sound of knuckles on jaw bone cut through the air but at the look on the lieutenant’s face… they all quietly went back to what they were doing. 

Y/N stood there, a smile working its way onto her lips and pushing up her chubby cheeks. 

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Bob turned to ask her but stopped at her smile. “What?” 

“Oh, nothing, Bobby.  You’re just a dream is all.” she said and let loose a dreamy sigh to further prove her point. 

He flushed, red crawling up his neck. 

“Would you two lovebirds just go on, already?” Penny laughed. 

“My shift isn’t over for three hours.” Y/N laughed.  

“Yes but with all this business I’ve had to hire more help and he just walked through the door.” Penny said.  “So you and loverboy go take a walk on the beach before someone else notices you’re pretty and Tiger here breaks a jaw this time.”   

“Bobby?” Y/N questioned.  

“Hmm?” 

“Wanna take a walk on the beach with me?  It’s a little cold but I’m fairly certain you can keep me warm.” 

Bob couldn’t fight his smile when Bradley, and even Pete’s jaw dropped. 

“It would be my honor.” he said, holding out his hand to her. 

She whipped off her apron and handed it to Penny. 

“See you tomorrow.” Penny said. “Use protection.”

“Aw, but that’s no fun.” Y/N pouted. 

Bradley nearly choked to death on his own beer. 

Penny couldn’t stop laughing. 

Pete decided that he liked this new girl. 

And Bob, poor Bob, he fell in love all over again. 

She was a bit like him in a way. 

Sweet at first glance…. but a filthy little beast on the inside. 

Y/N happily took his hand and let him pull her close. 

She was all too willing to let him tuck her into his side and put his arm around her as they stepped out of the pub and into the night air. 

“Listen, sweetheart, you and I are going to have to have a conversation about you and that mouth of yours.  It’s doing all kinds of things to me.” he said, a smirk on his mouth. 

“Oh my mouth could do all sorts of fun things to you, Bobby. If you let me.” she said, a wild little giggle escaping her. 

His jaw ticked, “You’re perfect, you know that?” 

“Well, thank you but I assure you I’m not.”  she said.  “Where would the fun be in that?” 

“Oh, yes and we’re aware of the things you find fun aren’t we?” he said. 

“Look, I have a breeding kink.  I’m on birth control.  I also have a slight ‘I’d like to wear your hands as a necklace kink’. It’s not a big deal.” she said as if she were telling him her guilty pleasure was eating Oreos. 

Bob swallowed and he swallowed hard before turning his face to the sky, “Thank you, God.  Thank you.  I don’t know what I’ve done but this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.” 

“Yeah, Jesus.  Thanks.  He’s real cute, like real cute.  You really do be doing the best work.  Like he’s exactly my type too.  Down to the glasses and voice and everything! And apparently he’s got a dark side. You know I’m into that stuff sometimes.  I knew you loved me, Jesus. Thanks, homie.”  she said. 

Bob couldn’t help but smile at her, “Come on.  Let’s take that walk on the beach.” 

“Ok, but I’d also like to have some kisses on the beach too if it’s not too much to ask. I’m kinda trying to have a liplock with you here, Bobby.” she said.  

“Definitely not too much to ask.” he said. “And if the lady wants, and with your consent of course… the lady might just get some kisses elsewhere too.” 

“The lady gives her consent! The lady gives her consent!” 

And the two of them dissolved into fits of laughter as she took off running, he chased her and the both of them ended up with the sniffles and sand in places that it most definitely should not be. 

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DEBORAH FROST, DOKKEN, GROUPIES, HEAVY METAL, JAMES HETFIELD, KIRK HAMMETT, METALLICA, MONSTERS OF ROCK

Stories From The Road: Deborah Frost and Metallica

In Deborah Frost, Stories From the Road, music on December 7, 2008 at 2:28 pm

By Deborah Frost

“I once walked into the dressing room of a very huge metal band — well, they were not quite as huge then as they are now, oh what the hell, they are probably the biggest band in the world — Metallica (and they didn’t get that way without airing their own dirty laundry very publicly from revealing in various cover stories tales of the drummer being fellated under the stage nightly during the bass solo to the somewhat drippier venereal complications).

Anyway, they were somewhere in the middle of the bill on one of those late 1980s “Monsters of Rock” concerts at RFK Stadium in Washington, I think it was. There was a lot of waiting around in the days they were all lumped together without their own private jets or drivers and everyone seemed to be in a grumpy mood, particularly James Hetfield, who was sitting next to two fairly unattractive girls who could have been models — only for one of those “BEFORE” acne-medication ads.

Instead of his usual warm greeting, James barely grunted at me that he was doing an “interview.” Which was a little strange, given that he was not really even having a conversation with the skinnier one of the two girls, who was not equipped with any of the usual tools of the trade, like a tape recorder or pencil or piece of paper, only a flimsy little sun-dress which was only remarkable in its cheapness and that it was fairly inappropriate for the weather but did reveal all of her other lack of equipment in every other department.

James suddenly got up, jerking her by the wrist, and disappeared toward the bathroom where other members of the crew and band were, eager to try out the brand new little video cameras (they had just come on the market) they had been playing with. Kirk Hammett also grabbed what I called my Helen Keller camera — one of those point and shoot 35 mm things (this was in the pre-digital era) that even she could have operated.

There was a great deal of commotion when James discovered that Kirk was holding them both over the top of the bathroom stall — where — well, several months later, when I had forgotten all about it and the prints came back from the developer, I was shocked to discover, right in the middle of some happy family vacation, exactly what he was doing with this young lady crouched on the toilet and could not believe that I had not been arrested for pornography. Then again, maybe that only happens if it involves pictures of children and it was VERY clear in vivid living color that James was NO child.

It was almost the end of Metallica as we knew it, when James suddenly roared out of the bathroom, grabbing Kirk by the throat with one hand and the video camera, from which he ripped the film, with the other, before stomping on it and practically smashing the guitarist’s head against the wall as he begged for mercy.”

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Poker Face- Xiao & more x fem!Reader

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Recovery date: December 16th, 2024

Description: Can I request.. Xiao, Venti, Albedo With an fem reader who has Winged-ears? (Like.. small wings as ears, they can move due reader’s emotions)

Notes: CW typical Venti drinking. This work was recovered in conjunction with researcher @darklolita666 , we thank them for their contributions. I did these as drabbles instead of headcanons, hope you don't mind!

Word count: Xiao-333, Venti- 420, Albedo- 298

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Xiao

Xiao is a very stoic man; his feelings are for him alone to know. But Y/n… Y/n, whether she wants to or not, wears her heart on her sleeve. And it’s all because of her wings.

He watches from a distance as they flutter with her laughter when Gaming tells you a joke, or the way they puff up when Xingqiu and Xiangling sneak up on her. He’s seen them up close when she joins him on the roof of Wangshuu inn, the gentle breeze ruffling the feathers as she tells him about her latest adventure. When she’s really into a story, they move around as if emphasizing her words, and when she starts to get tired they droop.

In the winter they fold close to her head to keep warm. Yn’s tried tucking them under a hat but it’s too uncomfortable, too restricting.

It’s one such cold winter day, when he has an idea.

Xiao had joined her on a small commission in Tianqiu valley, just clearing out a camp of hilichurls. Y/n kept him on your dominant side so she could easily draw her sword, and he kept a small distance between them so that they wouldn’t get in each other's way if they were suddenly attacked. This distance though let the icy wind through, and from the corner of his eye he could see the way Y/n’s wings shivered.

“Here,” Xiao announced his movement before stepping behind her and cupping his hands over her ears.

The air in the empty space quickly warmed up, and Y/n could feel her wings thawing as a tingling sensation spread through them. Xiao felt the wings brush his gloved hands as they stretched out, and moved away once they settled again.

“Is that better?”

“Mhm, much, thank you.” Y/n smiled.

Xiao may not have wings to clue her in on how he’s feeling, but his actions do that just fine. Even if they’re not as easy to read.

Venti

“You-You should come flying with me,” Venti slurs, hiccups interrupting the otherwise simple sentence.

Y/n sighs, taking the half empty wine bottle off the table but leaving the half full glass.

“You’ve had plenty to drink,” Y/n sighed. “Keep this up and you’ll out yourself.”

“No one ever believes the ramblings of a drunkard,” Venti pouted, his words becoming strangely coherent.

As if he himself realized the almost sober tone he’d taken, and decided he wanted none of it, he downed the rest of the wine in his glass and tried to grab the bottle back. Y/n pulled the bottle further away, holding it over her head.

Venti continued reaching without standing, and fell out of his chair. The loud THUD that resounded in Angel’s Share drew the attention of Diluc and the other patrons, while forcing Y/n’s wings to curl in and puff up slightly.

“Are you alright?”

Venti laughed, so he either wasn’t hurt or was too drunk to care. It could honestly be either, and that’s what was concerning. The bard may have a reputation for being drunk, but she hasn’t seen him this drunk in quite some time. Y/n sighs.

She sets the bottle back on the table and pulls him to his feet, wrapping one of his arms around her neck and slowly leading him towards the door.

“Diluc, I’ll come back and settle the tab once he’s home safe. Is that okay?”

Diluc sighs. “Sure.”

The air outside was warm, and a little humid making Y/n’s already ruffled feathers start to frizz. Venti’s hair tickled her neck from where he was leaning as they slowly made their way through the streets of Mondstadt.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew he was falling to the ground.

“Hey, Barbatos, I wasn’t carrying you so you could sleep.”

Venti yawned, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Y/n for the second time that night. The moonlight left her silhouetted, though her wings seemed to reflect the silver light leaving them illuminated. They were downturned. He didn’t need to see her face to know she must have been frowning.

“I’m fine. Just let me sleep here.”

Rarely did Venti leave no room for debate, but this time there was no way she would get a proper conversation with him. So she sighed and took a seat next to him.

Though he may wish for them to be equal in the sky, Y/n was earthbound.

Albedo

Y/n bit back a laugh as Albedo ran his gloved hand along her wing. He looked so focused she didn’t want to interrupt his concentration, but they were sensitive and his gentle touch tickled.

“You can laugh.”

“Sorry,” Y/n breathed out, trying to keep her voice even.

It was futile though as she quickly broke out into a fit of laughter, her wings fluttering as her shoulders shook. Albedo pulled his hand away, not wanting to hurt the delicate structure by holding it still. After a moment she caught her breath and told him he could continue.

The two were lounging in bed as the rain pattered against the window. Klee was out playing with Amber and Eula on their day off, leaving them with no responsibilities for the day. That left them with ample free time to pursue personal projects. Y/nwas making her way through a novel she’d borrowed from the library, or at least trying too, while Albedo explored the wings growing out from where her ears were.

His sketchbook lay in his lap with a rough anatomical hypothesis of how they looked and connected to her head.

Once again, Albedo traced the top bone of the wing in towards her head. This time he made it past the halfway point and began to trace it downwards.

A shuddered raced down Y/n’s spine, and Albedo paused again.

“Your ears, they’re extremely sensitive.”

“I warned you,” Y/n huffed.

She may be staring at her open book, but she’d stopped absorbing the words the second Albedo began playing with her wings.

“May I continue?”

With a sigh, Y/n closed her book.

“Go ahead.”

It was funny, despite the almost technical approach Albedo had to examining her ears, the exchange felt rather intimate.

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A Gift From Death - A Dead Boy Detectives Payneland Christmas Short

Every ghost in the world received a gift from Death of the Endless once a year. Most didn’t know who was responsible, and few would ever guess it came from her. The timing varied, but it was almost always associated with the most special time of the year for any particular ghost. 

For Charles and Edwin, it was the early hours of Christmas morning. Not for any religious reasons, but for the magic that surrounded the holiday and the way the whole of London was decked out in its festive best. 

They had found out about the gift by accident in the third year of the Agency. Since then, they’d developed a Christmas Eve routine as the minutes ticked closer to midnight. 

“Come on, mate! Get the tree plugged in. It’s almost time!” said Charles as he finished pouring rich, decadent hot chocolate into a pair of Christmas mugs. His had a jolly elf while Edwin’s had a 3D relief of a Christmas tree with stacked presents for a handle. They’d received them in payment for The Case of the Haunted Ceramic Frog during December of ‘91 and had been using them for their Christmas ritual ever since. 

Edwin dug around underneath the tree for the plug for the lights. He pushed it into the socket, but nothing happened. “Bollocks. What is it now?”

“Must be a dead light somewhere in the strand,” said Charles. 

They’d found a box of Christmas decorations when they set up the office. The strand of lights were easily from the 70s, if not older - which meant they were the sort where if a single bulb was burnt out, none of them would work. 

“I hate to say it, Charles. But I don’t think we’re going to have lights this year,” said Edwin with a sigh as he examined the tree with his hands perched on his hips.

“Hold on…” said Charles as he squinted at the fresh-cut tree decorated with ornaments they’d received as payment for cases over the years. It was an eclectic collection of handmade and artisanal ornaments mixed in with a box of glass orbs in blue and red that had been in the box with the lights. “I think I see a missing one up near the top.”

“How the devil did you spot that?” asked Edwin as he squinted at the tree. 

“I’ve got sharp eyes, don’t I?” said Charles with that charming, thousand-watt smile of his. Then he clapped and darted over to the cardboard box with ‘XMAS STUFF’ written on the side in Charles’ terrible handwriting.

While Charles searched for a box of spare bulbs, Edwin pulled over a footstool. 

“Hurry along! It’s nearly midnight,” said Edwin as he stepped up onto the stool. He took hold of the strand with one hand while he held the other out and down expectantly.

Charles found a small, nearly disintegrated plastic bag and then dug out a spare red bulb. He pressed the bulb into Edwin’s waiting hand. 

With a neat little flourish, Edwin lifted his hand and  twisted the bulb into the empty socket. The moment he did, all the lights flickered on and the tree lit up with the warm glow of multicoloured Christmas lights. The brilliant greens, golds, reds and blues bounced off their collection of ornaments and made each one sparkle. 

At that moment, the antique clock in the corner chimed to mark midnight. With each strike, Edwin and Charles gained new sensation.

With the first strike, they could suddenly smell the sharp scent of the pine Christmas tree.

With the second, they could feel heat radiating from the woodstove in the corner that was stoked for the occasion. 

The third brought breath to their lungs. The fourth, beating hearts in their chests. With each chime of the clock, they got closer to life until they were fully human once again.

Edwin was so distracted by life returning to his spectral form that he missed the sound of groaning wood. The stepstool which had no issue supporting a ghostly form couldn’t handle the weight of a living being. The leg gave way and he found himself toppling toward the floor with a very undignified squeak. 

Somehow, Charles managed to catch him before he hit the floor and gently guided him back to his feet. “Easy, easy! You all right?” On impulse, he reached up to touch Edwin’s cheek.

“I’m…I’m fine,” Edwin stammered.

They touched a dozen times a day in all sorts of casual ways. Or rather, Charles touched Edwin and Edwin allowed it. But something about this touch was different, and not just because he could feel the heat of his hand on his face.

Charles too, felt something shift in that moment. He held Edwin’s weight for a moment longer, then helped him regain his footing. He lingered close, gripping forearm to forearm with one hand, the other still touching his cheek. He stared into Edwin’s eyes and squeezed gently, caressing the muscle of his arm beneath the cotton shirt. His stomach tightened with nerves and anticipation and he felt his cheeks flush. 

Something that had begun with Edwin’s confessions on the steps of Hell had been lingering in the background of their relationship - unspoken and unremarked upon, but building like an ember on a bed of dry kindle. Nothing had changed on the surface, but with each passing day, and with each glance and casual touch, something shifted in Charles. 

Edwin returned the forearm grip and stared at Charles with his eyes wide and hopeful. With each moment they stood in silence, their brief time as corporeal beings drifted away. Their hot chocolate and fresh-baked cookies sat nearby, steam rising from the mugs, adding a sweet tinge to the spruce and crackling fire in the air. 

Edwin closed his eyes and allowed himself the indulgence of nuzzling Charles’ hand. He knew at any moment, he would withdraw the touch. 

Or so he thought.

Instead, Charles felt a revelation wash over him. He kept hold of Edwin’s arm and shifted closer until there was barely any air between them. He swallowed down the nerves in his stomach, then slid the hand from his forearm to loop around his waist. He splayed his hand across the small of his back beneath his blazer, tracing fingers over the knit of his sweater vest. He breathed in deep with his mouth slightly open. 

Edwin’s eyelids fluttered and his knees went weak, but the hand on his back kept him steady. He turned his face further against his hand and bumped his nose against his palm. Then he risked pressing the tiniest of kisses to the pulse point of his wrist.

That was all it took for Charles to find a well of courage he didn’t know he had. He leaned in and intercepted Edwin before he could kiss his wrist again. The first proper kiss was a gentle thing - a testing peck. But once he had a taste of Edwin’s lips in full sensory glory, he immediately craved more. He pecked him twice more, then leaned in for a proper, deep, romantic kiss.

Edwin clung to Charles for dear life as what he’d wished for for decades finally came to pass. In between the gentle pecks, he let out a shuddering sigh - a whimper and a sound of surprise in one. When the full kiss came, he leaned into it fully. A pair of tears slipped down his cheeks, tracing cool rivulets down his neck until they soaked into the collar of his shirt. He gripped the sides of Charles’ jacket with white-knuckled intensity and leaned his weight against him.

Charles and Edwin kissed each other sweetly and with unlocked longing as the minutes ticked on. Their bodies grew warmer and the lights of the Christmas tree danced off their skin and reflected in their eyes. 

But Death’s gift was fleeting. At five minutes past midnight, the sensations started to slide away like the dimming of a candle. At first, they lost the scent of the tree, then the warmth of the fire. The last to go was the warmth of each others’ bodies and the gentle moisture of their lips. 

Even as the numbness of a ghost’s existence settled back in, they continued to hold one another just as tightly. Slowly, they lifted off the floor until they floated midair in front of the Christmas tree. They rotated around in a stepless dance, drifting in a slow circle as they remained intertwined. 

“I…think I was waiting for tonight to do that,” said Charles after a long, long moment with no sound but the crackle of the fire and the distant hum of London traffic. “Not consciously, but…maybe I just wanted to feel the first time. Properly.” 

Edwin clung to Charles and rested his head against his shoulder. He didn’t care that he could no longer feel the warmth of his body or the thrum of his heartbeat. He knew he was holding him, and that’s what truly mattered. The memory of that kiss would replay in his mind with all the ghost kisses to come.

And there would be many to come.

“Happy Christmas, Charles,” Edwin whispered as if he was afraid speaking too loudly would break the spell of that moment.

“Happy Christmas, Edwin,” Charles replied. Then he kissed him again.

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feeling snowflakes

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary:On a chilly December evening in London, Amelie and Lando attend the premiere of her Christmas special, A Nonsense Christmas.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: just fluff

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December 12th, 2024 - London United Kingdom

It was a crisp December evening in London, the cold air biting as Lando and Amelie stepped out of the car, still feeling the thrill of the Wicked premiere in Sydney days earlier. They'd just landed after a long flight, their excitement not dulled by the time zone change, because there was more to celebrate—Amelie’s Christmas special, A Nonsense Christmas, was premiering tonight on Netflix, and Lando couldn’t be prouder.

He reached over and took Amelie’s hand as they made their way through the flurry of activity outside the venue. The red carpet stretched out before them, lined with fans eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the stars. But before they could step onto it, Amelie had to do what she did best—pose, wave, smile, and answer a few questions.

As they entered the press area, Amelie squeezed Lando’s hand one last time before letting go. —I’ll catch up with you soon, love. Stay out of trouble...—

He smirked and winked. —You know me, Ames. I’m all about keeping the trouble fun.—

She smiled, shaking her head, and walked off toward the photographers. Lando stood there for a moment, watching her mingle with the press, looking every bit the glowing star. The way she was handling the buzz, the excitement—it was exactly where she deserved to be. This was her moment.

He was suddenly drawn away by a chorus of excited voices. As he turned, he saw a small group of Amelie’s fans standing across the street, calling out to him.

—Lando!— one of them shouted. —Lando, over here!—

Grinning, he waved back, the playful glint in his eyes evident as he jogged over. —Alright, alright, I’m coming,— he called back, making his way to the group, his heart warmed by the love and adoration they had for Amelie.

Lando’s feet hit the pavement lightly as he crossed the street, the cold air tugging at his jacket, but the warmth of the moment made it all worth it. Fans had gathered, a mix of familiar faces and some new ones, holding up signs with Amelie’s face, waving posters, and calling out for him.

The barricade was still there, of course, but it didn’t stop the energy from pulsing through the crowd. Fans were yelling, cheering, and snapping photos. As he got closer, some of the fans shyly waved at him, unsure if they could approach. Lando smirked, easily catching the attention of one of the braver ones who stood with her camera ready.

—Oi!— he called out playfully. —Come on, no need to be shy.—

One of the fans grinned and shyly asked for a selfie, and Lando, always happy to oblige, knelt down to her level, his smile easy and genuine. He snapped a couple of quick photos, handing the phone back with a wink.

—There you go.— he teased.

The fan was beaming, nodding vigorously as she thanked him. Lando lingered for a moment before hearing someone call out his name again, this time from a group of girls further down the barricade. They were waving bracelets in the air, homemade and colorful, with little charms attached.

—Lando! Can you pass these to Amelie? Please?— one of them shouted. —We made them for her!—

Lando couldn’t help but smile, a warmth filling him at the thought of these girls pouring their time and effort into making something so sweet for her. He glanced back at the group, giving them a thumbs-up.

—Absolutely, don’t worry, I’ll give them to her,— he promised, his voice light and teasing. —She’s gonna love these. You guys did a good job.—

They grinned back at him, and then, suddenly, one of the girls ran up to the barricade, a small handmade card in her hand.

—It’s just a little note for her,— the girl said shyly, holding it out for Lando. —Tell her we’re proud of everything she’s done, and we love her so much.—

Lando took the note gently, giving the girl a small nod of appreciation.

—You guys are amazing,— he said, his voice soft with sincerity. —I’ll make sure she knows you all love her. You’re gonna make her day.—

The fans all cheered, calling out their thanks as he turned back to head towards Amelie. But as he walked away, he couldn’t help but linger on the thought of how much these fans adored her, how much love and support she had from all over the world. And how, somehow, he got to be the one standing next to her, holding her hand, living in the middle of all of it.

When he finally reached the press area, he spotted Amelie right away. She was a vision, standing under the bright lights, laughing and smiling with a journalist. She was so in her element here, so effortlessly graceful, and it filled Lando’s chest with affection—no, admiration. He admired her more than anyone could imagine.

He approached quietly, slipping behind her as she finished up with the interview, waiting until she turned around to see him.

—Well, well,— he said, his voice low, a smirk tugging at his lips. —Look at you, Dayman—

Amelie’s eyes lit up when she saw him, the excitement of the premiere still dancing in her eyes. She stepped towards him, instantly slipping her hand into his.

—Hey, you,— she greeted, her voice a mixture of warmth and playful sarcasm. —Did you behave yourself? Or did you make a scene with the fans?—

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but grin. —I was just giving the people what they want. Some selfies, some gifts for you. You know, the usual.—

Her expression softened, the fondness clear as she squeezed his hand. —You’re such a dork, Lan.—

—A cute dork,— he corrected, pulling her a little closer, dropping a kiss to her temple.

—Yeah, yeah, cute dork. How’s everything?— she asked, looking over at the pile of gifts, including the bracelets.

Lando gave a little nod, still holding onto the note the fans had handed him. —You’ve got a lot of love out there. A lot of people waiting for their turn to tell you how much you mean to them. You really do have a thing with the fans, huh?—

Amelie blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. —They’re so sweet,— she murmured, her voice softening. —I never expected to have this kind of support, you know? It’s overwhelming, but in a good way. I’m just so... grateful.—

Lando smiled at her, his heart giving a little squeeze at her humility. She always downplayed her success, always so humble despite everything she had achieved.

—Well, they’re not wrong,— he said, voice warm. —You’re amazing. And I think it’s pretty clear to everyone how much you’ve grown, how much you’ve done this past year. Look at all the things you’ve accomplished... you’re unstoppable, Ames.—

Amelie’s eyes softened as she looked up at him, her expression tender. She cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb across his skin. —You’re my biggest supporter, Lan. You’ve been by my side through everything, even when I didn’t deserve it.—

Lando chuckled, leaning into her touch. —You’re saying you didn’t deserve me? Because I beg to differ.—

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. —Oh really? You think I’m lucky to have you?—

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, —I think I’m the lucky one.—

Amelie’s smile grew, a little more shy, a little more genuine. —You really know how to make me blush.—

Lando pulled back slightly, still holding onto her hand as he gave the note and the bracelets to her. —These are from your fans. They made them for you, and I promised I’d bring them to you. I think you’re going to love it. They're sweet as hell.—

Amelie’s eyes lit up as she took the items from him, her fingers gently caressing the small gifts. —Oh my god, they’re so cute. They really didn’t have to... wait, look at this one, this bracelet has your name on it!—

Lando chuckled, watching her excitement, his heart swelling with affection. He couldn’t stop grinning at the sight of her joy.

—You deserve it, Ames. All the love. All the happiness.—

She stepped into him, pressing her forehead against his briefly, the moment tender and filled with unspoken words. The world around them buzzed with excitement, but here, right in this moment, it was just the two of them, wrapped up in their shared history, their growing love, and the undeniable truth that no matter what came next, they had each other.

Amelie smiled up at him, the warmth of their shared connection radiating through her. —I love you, Lan.—

And Lando, with that grin of his, kissed her softly on the lips, the weight of everything they’d been through, everything they’d built, felt like nothing compared to the way he felt about her.

—Love you more, Ames. Always.—

[emmawithtwoms]

Winter walk

@moonwater-microfic December 7th -705 words

Remus loved his friends, he really did. They were his family, and he would always be grateful for them. But sometimes they could be… too much. 

There were some days, specifically before the full moons, where he felt so on edge, that even the most careful of the Marauders could come up as excessive for Remus. That’s why he was currently walking alone in the snowy forest, taking in the cold and the bitter air, trying to calm himself down. 

He was deep in his thoughts, so, if it weren’t for his acute senses, he wouldn’t have noticed the dark, lean figure walking his same path, slightly hidden by a bunch of trees in front of him. 

Remus was curious to know who this mysterious figure was, he had his guesses, again thanks to his “Advanced werewolf senses” as Sirius called them, but he also felt a prickling down his spine. It felt… familiar, and he hoped that he was right. 

So he started following the figure, quickening his pace to reach the boy in front of him. 

He was just a couple of trees down now, he was ready to uncover the student, when he felt a pull from the back of his neck. He turned sharply, wand at hand, and came face to face with the stranger, both wands pointed at the other’s throat. 

“Lupin. Why were you following me?” 

“Hi Reg. I was just enjoying a winter walk in the forest.”  

“Just because me and my brother share the same blood, does not mean we share the same reduced amount of brain cells, Lupin.” 

Remus couldn’t help but chuckle, and he lowered his wand. 

“Come on, Regulus, put your wand down. I am not going to hurt you.” 

“Oh, I know, because I would kill you before you had the chance.” 

Regulus was stunning as always, even (or especially) when delivering death threats. His piercing grey eyes seemed to glow under the moonlight, the stern look on his face only made him more attractive. The contrast between his black hair and eyebrows and his pale skin made him look like a painting. The Ophelia would look like painted by a toddler if put beside the beauty that was Regulus Black. 

“Oh come on, I thought our study session had brought us somehow closer. I thought you had started to like me.” 

Remus was pushing his luck, he knew it. 

“Just because I find you tolerable while studying, and I don’t ignore the fact that your mind isn’t that of a horklump, does not mean that we suddenly became best friends.” 

But Regulus did lower his wand, so Remus considered that a victory. 

“Ok, that’s fine, not best pals. Look, I caught you, you caught me, whatever. You won’t tell me where you’re going, I won’t tell you where I’m going, but we both know we’re gonna follow the other because we’re both two curious observant wizards.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of following you. And I don’t have a problem minding my business.” 

“Ok, so I would follow you because I’m genuinely worried about your well-being, even if I know you’re perfectly capable of defending yourself etcetera etcetera. What I mean to say is: we might as well just go back to the castle together, it would be safer for both of us. What do you think?” 

Remus was either hallucinating, or the faintest blush was spreading over those beautiful cheekbones. 

“I have to admit it’s not a totally idiotic idea. Let’s go.” 

Moony could have jumped and punched the air with his joy, but he limited himself to a “Good, after you.”

They walked together towards the castle, falling in their usual comfortable silence, the one that always spread around them while studying together in the library. 

Sometimes their pinkies would brush against each other, and they would both turn their eyes away. But then, when they brushed again, Regulus locked his with Remus’, just holding it, and none of them said anything. They just let it be. A time would come to hold deep conversations and share  big feelings, but now it was just time to enjoy the silence and the calming presence of the other in the middle of the forest. 

[snowblossomreads]

Day - 5 Open Doors

Pairings: Colonel Brandon x Reader

Summary: In where reader goes searching for her husband and has her heart warmed on a chilly afternoon.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): None!

A/N: And in something totally different from yesterday! Here is a little sweet fluff about reader from last year 😉. Side note this is in 2nd person which I have not written in in AGES. So sorry if it's not as pazzzzah~ as the others! Onwards my friends!

"Christoper my love, are you in here?" You inquired, as you opened the third door that evening, looking for your dear husband who you hadn't seen since lunch that afternoon.

It was quite strange for him to suddenly go missing, as he usually made sure you knew where he was if he was going out. So, in your mind, you assumed he was just somewhere in the house. But where? You had no idea, as you had left a number of open doors on your hunt for the man you were utterly devoted to.

At first, you thought you would find him in his library working on missives and the such, but no luck there. He wasn't in the stables either, caring for his favorite steed. Though you did find the stable boy who told you he hadn't seen him around. 

You quickly thanked the boy, and then gently coaxed him to go back inside once he was done tending the horses. It was much too cold to be wandering around outside. Even if for a moment.

Next, you checked in his study after warming up from being out in the chilly December air. Yet no luck. 

"Hmm, where are you my love? You must be in this great big house somewhere," you whispered to yourself, as you poked the darkened wood in the fireplace with the poker, causing some of the bark to fall in and stir up some of the blacken ash from previous fires. 

It was then a gentle knock on the open door alerted you to someone's presence, and you placed the poker down before turning to look at who had come in.

"Milady, are you alright?"

It was Charlotte, one of the young housemaids who you were close in age with, and someone you were comfortable being more casual with in private. 

"Charlotte hello! I'm alright, and it's [Y/n] please," you answered without thought. That was until you remembered your little problem and corrected yourself. "Well no actually. It seems my Colonel has gone missing, and I cannot for the life of me find him."

"Oh, have you not checked the second floor yet ma'am?" Charlotte inquired, ignoring your request to be called by your first name as she took a step in the room. "I believe when I saw him last, he was in the halls there. But that seems to have been almost an hour ago. Granted I do not believe I've seen him downstairs afterwards."

Hearing that she last saw him upstairs, brought an immediate smile to your lips, knowing exactly what he was doing, and it made your heart swell with even more love. Not that it wasn't already full of it for him.

"Milady?" The young woman asked again as she saw your face light up.

"I know exactly where he is Charlotte thank you!" You beamed strolling up to her and giving her a tight hug.

"[Y/n]!" She sputtered out, a grin forming on your lips as you finally got her to address you less formally. 

Quickly, you made your way out of the room to the staircase, looking forward to what you were going to find upstairs.

Each step brought you closer to him and made your heart beat faster, as you grabbed the skirts of your dress. When you reached the top of the steps, you began to walk swiftly and quietly towards where you had an inkling of where he would be. 

And as you neared the door that was cracked open, you knew you were right and it made your heart almost burst at the seams. The closer you got, the slower you walked, as to not alert your husband, wanting to see what he was up to.

Slowly you tiptoed, reaching the door and peeking inside to the sight that made your heart whole and melt all at once.

There he was, standing in front of the cradle of your little one. His back turned to it, and in his arms, was the love of both of your lives. The little boy you had given birth to the year before. Who screamed and cried and woke the entire house up that cold winter night.

But now in his father's arm, asleep and safe as you listened to him whisper to them, rocking them back and forth. 

Of course he was here. He was utterly devoted to you and his child and it moved you so much to see how gentle he was with the tiny baby. 

It wasn't a complete surprise to you truly, he was the gentlest soul you had ever known, and you were all too lucky to have fallen in love with him and have that love reciprocated tenfold. More than that actually.

The moment was so intimate, so sweet, so lovely that you stood there for a while watching. Admiring your husband and child, and just being thankful that even if your beginnings in life wasn't as full of love and tenderness that it was okay, because you had it now, and that was more important.  So engrossed in the moment, you hadn't even noticed the way your heart crept its way towards your throat until tears made their way down your cheeks.

Letting out a small sniffle, one that of course alerted him to your presence, you watched as he lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours and a twinkle glimmering in them. 

"Darling is that you," he wondered in that thunderous voice that could be commanding, but was so kind to you that you feared speaking in case you began to cry.

Instead of answering with a yes, you opted to answer with a 'mhmm', wiping your eyes to not worry him before, opening the door completely, revealing yourself to him and walking over to the two people who completely held your heart.

"I had been looking for you earlier and had worried my Colonel had run away," you teased sweetly as you went to kiss him on his cheek, before leaning down to look at your sleeping child. All safe and warm in his father's arms. "And here you are, watching over our little one with such love and sweetness, that it warms me more than any fireplace could on a day like this."

Hearing your words made him smile gently, as you as he watched you stroked your child's cheek. Happy little babbles leaving the child even if he looked a bit drowsy. 

"I apologize if I made you worry my darling," he started that voice of his soothing you like nothing else could. "I wanted to make sure he was sleeping well as I know the trouble he has been having during his midday naps."

"Do not apologize for tending to our child my love," you answered looking up at him with glimmering eyes, "there are not many men in this world who keep up with their children's sleep schedule, and there are fewer who give them such care without the need of their mother's or nursemaids direction."

"Such praise from you my darling makes a man like me only want to do even more to bring our little family happiness."

"A perfect husband, father, friend, and the many more things that you are, I believe you are already doing enough to bring as much love and happiness."

Looking at you and finding you gazing at him with a tender yet sincere smile, he couldn't help but feel warmth bloom in his chest that mirrored your own.

Both of you were truly happy with one another and of course with your little baby boy who when you both went to look down at him had closed his eyes. Having fallen asleep with ease as both of his parents watched over him before they set him in his crib together.

A/n: Eeee i hope that warmed you all up especially if it's chilly outside now like it is here! The colonel is such a soft gentle soul how could I not write about him during the holidays! Let me know if he makes u feel warm and cozy as well! See you tomorrow 🎉🎉

[sgiandubh]

Flaunting the narrative

I just came back from a nice dinner & drinks in town, with friends who visit from Athens. Lo and behold, my DMs are on fire again, but my (in)famous Inbox is, as expected, resoundingly quiet. [Later edit: not for long].

It would seem S's latest interview for yet another one of those glossy magazines one usually spots untouched in any random Main Street dentist's cabinet or real estate office did manage to raise a couple of eyebrows, after all. With very few data publicly available, Flaunt Magazine is the kind of media outlet with four times less Instagram followers than S, so this begs the question to whom the murder interview really profits:

There is very little out there about Flaunt Magazine, indeed. Other than it was founded in September 1998 by three amigos (Alex Barajas, Jim Turner and Long Nguyen), all of whom were also part of the editorial team of the (now defunct?) Detour Magazine, there is virtually nothing else. This does or should ring a bell about the real importance and relevance of this media stunt - not much to add here, either. Other than that, past issues of Flaunt seem to be traded between fans of celebrities who (more or less) regularly grace its pages, in what I do think are paid/in kind op-eds written by people with no clear professional print, in agreement and by prior arrangement with the talent's PR:

Compared to Flaunt, a real lifestyle press behemoth such as Harper's Bazaar (this blogger has subscribed to for many years, ahem) has a quite different audience level and marketing approach:

Six times more Instagram followers and a clearly more friendly pricing policy:

[Sorry, what I managed to find is the UK offer - blame it on their regional settings, I suppose: however, I think the US offer might not be that different].

In other words, I am beginning to suspect more and more Flaunt is that kind of vanity/hybrid press product, where costs and risks are more or less evenly split between the printer/publisher and the client. Therefore, you would be naive to expect anything else than some tightly controlled, neat-o narrative aligned content. Especially considering the targeted audience, which is (of course) the American fandom, albeit with a tinge of 'sophistication' and a totally artificial 'whimsical twist' (California, here I come).

Onwards to the candid bullshittery.

The article opens with a precise timeline reference:

[Source: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cy0g2p47xd5o]

Therefore, the interview happened somewhere between 11 and 14 October 2024, just about the time S was overseas and C was spotted having dinner in London with the Rothschilds and no Tracula in sight. And there is another thing that immediately screamed at me from that pixelated page: George Mallory. Which brought me exactly here:

Yes, absolutely. The Golden Goose that never was. That still hurts, judging by the melancholy with which S talks about Everest, not climbing it after all, still planning to visit next December:

Perhaps with Jake Norton, a reputed Scottish American mountaineer (I think you were right on the money, darling - you know who you are, 😘😘❤️), S met and stroke a friendship with since 2023:

The December reference is not innocent at all. It is there to sparkle endless speculation about what S will be doing on Xmas and Hogmanay, too (and with whom, of course - and there you have all the factions dutifully served with an extra side of bullshite to dissect). Fan wars galore, fuming and flaming DMs and inboxes to boot. He/his PR know that and apparently they still need that Idiotenspiel at play for a while. Also, December's got 31 days, something that Stans worldwide seem to suddenly ignore.

Once the proper tone is set and given, the rest flows almost naturally: zero reference to C (1500% expected) and what is a clearly tailored, yet fizzling, bomb:

'I'm really on the precipice': now that is some extraordinary choice of words, isn't it? This and the 'I don't know' are probably the only authentic reactions in the very strange quote I underlined.

'Being on the precipice' is almost always negatively connotated. It logically has nothing to do with the idea of starting a new journey, but it has everything to do with the idea that he is now confronted with the lack of security and comfort and with the potential loss of notoriety the end of OL might bring. Something he very clumsily tries to disguise as 'I feel I'm no longer tied by Outlander', which must also be the counterfactual understatement of the year, really. There is legally and factually no way he wouldn't still be tied by Outlander, irrespective of how tedious that might feel. He still needs the Mommies' hardcore clientele pool, while he is commendably trying to diversify his sales and marketing strategy. These things do not happen in the blink of an eye and he knows it very well. However, he also really needs to portray himself as something else than a one trick pony, in order to remain bankable in Hollywood and elsewhere. Hence the 'I am not tied to OL anymore', I am able to do bigger and better things, and in the long run I would also like to make a springboard, not a dead end out of it.

Finally, there is no way he would be legally untied from OL. Contracts are still contracts. They include clauses and obligations that will be enforced most probably until after the show's last season will be aired. There is very little to zero leeway around it, for the time being. By the time those clauses and obligations will be rendered obsolete, very few of those Anons and Stans and Mommies and Onlies will still be around to even give a flying duck about the whole life situation.

And then, we have the 'maybe I'll start a family'. Despite what all of my Anons are shrieking right now in my inbox, this is not even the first time he hints at it, and I seriously do not understand why the sudden hysterical surge. Anons probably think I am amnesic, or something:

That is a direct quote from Waypoints. He announced nothing. It's been there, in plain sight, for a long time already and if anything, it is consistent with the narrative.

The rest is borderline irrelevant, visually and conceptually incoherent ('nude scenes are difficult and even dangerous to shoot, when dealt with in a non-professional way, but here is a shirtless bucolic pic that will make my Onlies drool and buy collector's issues at extortionate prices'). The overall impression it gave me was of a hastily cobbled and not very clever circumstance paper. Nothing more, nothing less.

There is no amount of wishful thinking that is going to immediately and magically change the current state of play. Reasonable people should expect mild, but constant turbulence ahead, with a sprinkle of cuteness and innuendo just to keep all the fandom's factions engaged and present, which translates to S/C/SC being relevant for potential employers, agents, the press, etc. In a nutshell, absolutely nothing new. You can screech, you won't change an iota of what I know is true and my position is firmer than ever, no matter how ridiculously hard you try to intimidate or harass me. That's all.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Back to December

It was the first snow of December when I found it. The soft snowflakes blanketing the world outside made everything feel still, and as I stepped onto the porch, I spotted it lying on the rug. At first, I thought it was just another piece of junk mail or a flyer that had been blown by the wind. But as I knelt down and picked it up, the weight of the paper made my heart skip a beat.

It was a letter—an envelope with no return address, just my name, written in handwriting I hadn’t seen in years.

James.

I couldn’t breathe for a moment, the snow suddenly feeling colder around me. I hadn’t heard from him in so long. After I left, I never expected to hear from him again. Not like this.

I opened the letter with shaking hands, the paper crinkling slightly.

Y/N,

I’ve written this letter a hundred times in my head, but none of them felt right. None of them captured the way I feel now. So here’s the truth:

I’ve spent years asking myself why you left, trying to understand what I did wrong. Maybe I never gave you enough room to breathe, or maybe I asked too much of you. I don’t know. I never wanted to make you feel trapped, but somewhere along the way, I must have.

I remember the night you left so clearly. You said you needed space, that you couldn’t be the person I needed. You kissed me like it was the last time, and I didn’t know it was. You didn’t look back.

I spent years trying to move on, but I never could. It’s been December every year, and every December, I wonder if I made the right decision, if we could have made it work, if you still think about me the way I think about you.

I don’t expect you to forgive me, and I’m not asking for another chance. I just needed you to know how much I regret not holding on.

I hope you’re happy. I just wanted you to know that I’ve never stopped loving you.

James.

I stood frozen on the porch, the letter trembling in my hands. I thought about the years since I left, the quiet days that were only loud with regret. I had convinced myself it was better this way—that he deserved someone better, someone who could give him everything I couldn’t.

But reading these words, seeing his pain, I realized how wrong I had been.

I closed my eyes, pressing the letter to my chest. The ache that had settled there years ago was still there, a reminder of everything I’d lost. The truth was, I never stopped loving him. I never stopped thinking about him.

Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and keys, stepping out into the cold, the letter still clutched tightly in my hand. The quiet streets were almost too much to bear, but I knew where I needed to go.

I walked to the café we used to frequent—the one with the chipped windows and the smell of cinnamon coffee always in the air. The one where we would sit for hours, lost in conversation. I didn’t know if he’d be there. But part of me hoped he would be.

As I stepped inside, the warmth hit me, but I didn’t feel any comfort. I scanned the room quickly, my breath catching when I spotted him.

James.

He was sitting at our table by the window, just as I had imagined, as if nothing had changed. But it had. We both had.

I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart racing, unsure of what to do next. He hadn’t noticed me yet, and I wondered if it was a sign. Maybe I wasn’t meant to see him, to face him after all these years.

But then, as if on cue, his eyes met mine. He froze for a moment, blinking as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

I held my breath.

"Y/N…" His voice broke the silence, soft and uncertain. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I didn’t think I would either,” I whispered, my heart pounding.

He stood up slowly, taking a step toward me, his expression hesitant but hopeful. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded, but my voice caught in my throat. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I needed to say. But the words didn’t come.

“I—can we talk?” I asked quietly, my gaze dropping to the ground.

He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

We stepped outside, the cold air biting at my skin as we stood on the sidewalk. The world felt quieter out here, just the two of us and the soft sound of snow falling around us. It felt like the right place to say everything I had been holding in for years.

I turned to face him, my breath coming out in small puffs in the cold. The air was sharp against my skin, but it didn’t matter. Everything felt raw, like my soul was exposed to the elements.

“James… I—I left because I thought you deserved better than me,” I whispered, my voice trembling, even though I tried to steady it. “I thought if I walked away, you could be happy. I thought maybe you’d find someone who could give you everything I couldn’t.”

His expression faltered, his brows furrowing in confusion as if he couldn’t understand. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, reaching for my hand. “Y/N…” he said softly, his voice full of hurt. “The only person who could’ve made me better… was you.”

I pulled my hand back, unable to keep the tears from brimming in my eyes. “I thought that I wasn’t enough for you. I saw the way you looked at other people—how easy it was for you to connect with them. I thought maybe I was holding you back from being truly happy, from being the person you could be with someone else. Someone who didn’t have all these… issues. Someone who didn’t question everything they did or what they could give you.”

James’ face tightened with something unreadable, but his hands stayed at his sides, like he was afraid to reach for me again. I couldn’t help but continue, my voice growing more fragile as I bared my heart, a part of me desperate to explain.

“You were always so perfect. You always knew how to make me laugh, how to calm me down when everything felt like it was falling apart. And I—” I stopped, swallowing hard. “I couldn’t give you that. I couldn’t be the person you needed, and I thought… if I left, you would be free to find that. You didn’t need someone like me weighing you down.”

A pause settled between us, the silence heavy with all the things left unsaid. He stared at me, his face unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes told a different story. They searched mine like they were looking for something I didn’t even know I’d lost.

“I never needed you to be perfect, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His words broke through the tension, and I felt them sink deep into me. “I never needed someone who had it all together. I just needed you. You were the one who made me feel alive, who understood me better than anyone else ever could. You were never a burden to me.”

I took a shaky breath, my chest tight with emotion, unable to look away from his eyes, unable to fight the pull between us. “But I thought I was… I thought my mistakes, my flaws, would just keep getting in the way. I thought you’d eventually realize you were better off without me. That I’d only drag you down with all the baggage I had. I thought… I thought maybe I was doing the right thing, by walking away.”

James gently shook his head. “The only thing you were doing was breaking your own heart.” He paused, his expression softening as he took another step closer, closing the distance between us. “And mine too.”

I couldn’t find the words to respond. I stood there, torn between regret and relief, feeling everything I had buried deep inside me now flooding to the surface. I looked up at him, my tears still falling, but I could see the sincerity in his eyes. The same love I had always seen. The love I had left behind.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I finally let go of the weight I had carried for so long.

“You don’t have to fix anything,” he replied softly. “We just need to be honest. We need to heal, together. I never stopped loving you, Y/N. And I never will.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. My chest was tight with emotion, the weight of all these years settling on my shoulders. But at that moment, I realized that maybe the most important thing wasn’t about fixing everything. It was about giving ourselves the chance to be together again, to move forward, not as the people we once were, but as the people we were now. Different, but still connected.

I let out a shaky breath, tears continuing to fall, but this time, they weren’t just tears of regret. They were tears of release, of letting go of the fear that had kept me away for so long.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, James. I was wrong. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I hurt you. I hurt us both.”

His hands gently cupped my face, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes. “You don’t need to apologize. We both made mistakes. But what matters now is that we’re here, together.”

He pulled me into his arms, and this time, I didn’t resist. I let myself fall into him, knowing that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment we would finally find our way back. He held me close, his warmth surrounding me, and I realized that this—this feeling—was home. It always had been.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. “I always will.”

“I love you,” I said through a breath, closing my eyes as I let his presence wash over me, finally feeling the weight of all the years we’d lost slipping away.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice steady and sure.

[blouisparadise]

Today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry have popular jobs such as firefighter, flight attendance, florist, and mechanic. Since we get requests for rec lists with these particular jobs often, we decided to compile them into one list. We're marked each fic according to which job it features. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog the post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) December | Not Rated | 1,924 words | 💐

Magic happens here, in December.

2) Pilot | Teen & Up | 5,279 words | ✈️

“We have fifteen minutes.” Harry glanced down at the watch on his wrist. “How fast do you think my tongue can make you come?” Still against the wall, Louis felt a shiver run from the back of his neck down his spine. In three years walking on moving planes, he’d never had such zero control over his legs. At least not until now.

3) Your Apathy’s Like A Wound In Salt | Explicit | 5,312 words | 🛠️

“What a fucking ass!” Louis shifts his body so he’s completely facing away from the scene. “I asked him last night to fix my car and he said he would accept a payment in the form of me sucking his dick. I guess he’s really desperate, I can’t believe him.” Louis rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink in one go. Niall shakes his head and shrugs, “I told you to ask any other mechanic in town but you didn’t listen to me.” “Well, I didn’t think he would fucking say that now did I, Niall?” “Louis,” Paige rests a manicured hand on his shoulder, “So, you’re saying you still wouldn’t hit it?” “My ex?” She nods. “Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or a baseball bat.” Suddenly, Niall spits out his beer all over the table as Paige bursts out laughing. “Fucking ruthless, you are.” Niall runs a hand through his styled hair.

4) Oil and Lube | Explicit | 5,552 words | 🛠️

The one where Harry's a car mechanic and Louis' engine can't seem to stop revving around him.

5) A Place To Call Home | Mature | 8,113 words | 💐

The thing is, he’s pretty sure he’s found home in a person in his life, someone who’s been essential in everything he’s done since he was seven years old. Through every broken bone, through every breakup, through every failure; through every triumph, personal and professional, and every goal he has scored in his time in Man U, there’s been someone there for it all.  That’s his best mate. Harry. A twenty-two year old with the kindest heart known to man, a slow drawl that is entirely too endearing, with the dreams to open up his own flower shop. A quiet and earnest boy with those he doesn’t know, and open and honest and absolutely lovely with those he loves.  It all hits him, really, the night of their final game of the Premier League. Again, timing is not his forté. They’re gearing up, ready to hit the field for the second half against Liverpool that determines their ranking in the League, when his brain decides to come online (after seventeen years, apparently), and conveniently supply him with the revelation that oh yeah, you’re kind of in love with your best friend.

6) If This Room Was Burning | Explicit | 8,629 words | 🔥

Where Louis’ cat gets stuck on the roof and Harry is the firefighter who ends up saving her.

7) Decorated Emergency | Not Rated | 10,359 words | 🔥

So what if they kissed once. It was the end of a shift that had seemed to drag on for twelve days instead of twelve hours. Their doctor was slow and felt the need to transfer every single patient, putting more work on every member of staff. Harry was stressed. Louis was the one who crowded him up against the door in the break room. It was Louis' fault, he was always pulling shit.

8) Taking The Long Way Home | Mature | 12,499 words | 🛠️

Coming home from the beach, Louis' car breaks down and he has to call mechanic Harry.

9) Bloom | Explicit | 24,887 words | 💐

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry tucks the flower into the top pocket of Louis’ jacket, patting over his heart just once. “What is it?” Louis asks, eyeing the sunny little yellow flower, a bit like a buttercup, “It’s lovely.” Harry pushes a piece of hair behind his ear and smiles, “It’s a primrose. I got them in this morning, reminded me of you.”

10) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27,083 words | 🛠️

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

11) A Hungry Heart | Explicit | 27,601 words | 💐

Harry Styles, florist and Great British Bake Off contestant, loves many things. He loves his flower shop, he loves baking, and there’s also that little crush he has on pop star Louis Tomlinson. But when Louis arrives on set as the surprise guest judge, Harry’s worlds collide. Throw in a cup of cuteness, a teaspoon of teasing, and a pinch of pining, and there’s all the ingredients for an epic love story, or absolute chaos.

12) Tangled Up And Blue | Explicit | 30,159 words | 🛠️

Kai just shakes his head, making his way down the small batch of stairs with a hop in his step. “Have fun on your weird adult date.” Harry sighs. “It’s not a date.” “Dad, you already have him in your bed most nights,” Kai sings, walking backwards towards Louis’ car with an insufferable smirk on his face. “It’s not looking too good for you,” he shrugs, hands curled around the straps of his backpack.

13) You Wish I Was Yours And I Hope That You’re Mine | Not Rated | 31,259 words | 💐

“What did you wish for?” Harry blushes, “If I tell you it won’t come true…” Louis sits straight again, a cute little determined look forming on his face, “I wished that a certain curly ‘aired boy would take me on more dates because I ‘ad such a good time on this one. And that’s going to come true, isn’t it?” “Of course,” Harry nearly splutters. “Yeah, yeah definitely.” “See?” Louis grins smugly. “Now I told you mine and it’s still going to come true, so will you tell me yours?” Their wishes were different though, because whereas Louis’ wish was cute and endearing, Harry found his own wish rather embarrassing. But he can’t lie to Louis, nor can he say no to Louis, so he sucks in a shaky breath of air before he speaks softly, “I wished that I was brave enough to kiss you…”

14) Stay Until Tomorrow | Explicit | 36,766 words | 🛠️

There’s a dull ache seeping through Louis’ body as he wakes up; a mild headache from last night’s alcohol intake, a cramp in his right arm from sleeping on it weird and a familiar soreness between his arse cheeks that Louis fully blames on his lousy one night stand.

15) One Heart Broke, Four Hands Bloody | Explicit | 47,429 words | 💐

Louis’ life is really fucking dull until one day he happens upon the scene of a crime, as said crime is happening. A murderer with big hands and a charming smile somehow manages to change his life for the better.

16) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words | 🔥

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

17) No Going Back | Explicit | 56,102 words | 🛠️

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right? This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

18) Between The Sand and Stars | Explicit | 63,128 words | ✈️

When an earthquake strands flight attendant Louis Tomlinson on a tropical island, he’s got paradise at his fingertips - miles of sunny beaches, immersion in vibrant culture, and a beautiful seaside mansion to enjoy. Unfortunately, it belongs to the egotistical musician Harry Styles, whose incorrigible management can do little to hinder his playboy complex. Despite Louis and Harry’s abhorrent first impression, contrasting backgrounds, and tendency to bicker every time they speak, who says opposites can’t attract? Them, of course, because they hate each other … right?

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