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I hate you - Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

warnings! : ***drinking, language, alludes to sexual themes & light smut***

words: 6.5k

short summary: Wanda hating you since the day you met leads you to hating her as well, until the night that Tony Stark throws a much needed party.

. . .

Your relationship with Wanda Maximoff has always been more on the complex side.

You knew she wasn’t one to trust easily, and considering her past with the Avengers, you were very understanding. Losing her family at such a young age, and then her brother and best friend all at once? It was a lifetime of grief that no one should have to experience, and you took pity on the girl when you first laid eyes on her. Her hollow face and sad demeanor instantly drew your attention.

Part of you thought you might be good friends, especially considering your past. Your hometown had also been Sokovia, though your family moved all around southern Europe. When you came of age, you moved back to your birthplace. Money was incredibly tight, and you fell into some dangerous connections, where you got mixed up in a very wrong crowd.

Baron Strucker prodded you until you were black and blue, wishing you had just died in the freezing snow underneath a bridge, which had been your current residence before that hellhole. The days spent in that cold and dark cell were some of your worst, but it shaped you into who you became. The roof over your head and money that they had promised you were never in the picture to begin with, but you had been too naive to question their words. Somewhere in that idiotic mind of yours, you found it in yourself to outsmart the men who guarded you and escape, your new power made you able to do things you’d never dreamed of.

Baron and his men were never able to see if their experiment worked, which is why they had taken in the twins, you assumed. You swore to yourself you’d never return and begin anew, in America.

And you did just that.

Soon, you took the attention of Nicolas Fury and his agents and eventually worked your way into being an Avenger. You were now smarter, faster, and more experienced than you had ever been, and you were incredibly grateful to have found a family in the team that surrounded you.

Contrary to the promise you made yourself, you had to return to your hometown, not knowing you’d also be witnessing its demise. Back in Sokovia, it was pure chaos. Robots and people crowded the streets while smoke filled the air in your lungs. You were breaking the metal soldiers with ease, a simple wave of your hand sent twelve flying into the air, crushed to pieces. You’d seen Wanda in the distance, struggling to hold her own against seven robots. Weak strands of red escaped her hands, but it did little to no damage.

Watching her fall to the ground in despair you quickly ran to her side, obliterating the pieces of metal that surrounded her. Shrapnel flew into the air, and you covered both yourself and Wanda the best you could with a shield bubble, flecks of pale blue swirled deeply. Pulling her off the ground, you dusted her jacket off and introduced yourself with a smile.

“You okay?” You were still holding her arm tightly, noticing the way she trembled. Wanda quickly removed your touch as if your skin burned her.

“I didn’t need your help,” she said sourly, before brushing past your shoulder.

“You did though,” you mutter to no one but yourself. Shaking your head, you dismissed her strange behavior and blamed the circumstances around you.

You had joined the Avengers three years before Wanda, and you’d understood what it felt like to be an outsider to them, especially with the power you harnessed. You were deemed dangerous and violent before you were completely able to take control of what was inside you, like Wanda had been. When Wanda had just moved into the compound in the early days, she seemed like a fish out of water, keeping to herself while agents and higher-ups named her a threat to society.

Soon they’ll calm down, you told her, trying to be of any comfort. You didn’t know it at the time, but your matching accent and similar clothes overwhelmed her immediately, and she only responded with a simple shrug before wandering back into her room.

You knew you didn’t have a desperate craving for validation or to be liked. You were your own person and you tried your best to be the opposite of how you’ve been treated in the past. You were encouraging to your other teammates and didn’t like to get on anyone’s bad side. You told yourself that at least, especially when Wanda was really starting to test your patience.

The way her eyes avoided you when you entered a room. Her loud sighs of annoyance when you suggested an idea for a mission. How she never made sure to accept help from you again, taking bruises or cuts instead of letting you lend a hand. Over coms, you praised her hard work and complimented her wit only to be met with silence on her end. Even something so simple as existing in the same shared space as Wanda seemed to make her upset. It drove you crazy how she would leave as quickly as you walked in, mumbling some excuse under her breath.

Well over a year had passed since the incident of Sokovia, and you’re one hundred percent certain that the most you’ve ever conversed with her had been the day you met.

“I just don’t know what I’ve done!” You say, your head in your hands as you lay in Natasha’s bed. She had always been your favorite of all the others, and you had gotten close over the years. She was someone you could confide in, and likewise. You understood each other having been the only other woman to join the team, so Natasha stuck by your side almost immediately.

“Why does this bother you so much?” Natasha asks, reviewing files on her computer. She had been glued to her screen for over an hour now, responding to emails and going over data she’d been collecting.

“We are Sokovian, we are similar in our age, we share a home that we lost, and we both fought in that battle. I thought maybe she would like to…” you trail off, rubbing your face. “Confide in me.”

“Is that the only reason?” You can’t see her face but you hear the smirk evident in Natasha’s voice.

“Yes,” you say with some uncertainty. You didn’t know why it bothered you past the point of pure annoyance for her hatred, but you were settled on that answer.

“I don’t like every Russian I encounter, you know. Some people just aren’t meant to enjoy each other. And your little crush on Wanda seems to be unreciprocated so I’d just leave it if I were you.” Natasha holds in her laughter as she waits for your response.

You sit up in her bed quickly. “Take that back!”

Natasha turns around in her swivel chair, folding her arms over her chest. “No.”

“You’re making a joke? Pulling my leg,” you say, laughing now at her absurd suggestion. You had the furthest thing of a crush on that woman. Natasha might’ve just fueled your hatred even more at the mere thought of ever being that close to Wanda.

Natasha says nothing else as she turns back to her work, leaving you in deep thought. You get up from her bed, confused but determined in your strong opinion. “And for the record,” you begin to open Nat’s door, an amused look on Natasha’s face as she watches you. “She’s proven herself to be nothing but a jealous, power-hungry bitch. I could never love something like that.”

“I never said anything about love, babe,” Natasha giggles, but her smile drops when her eyes land on a figure behind you. You turn to find Wanda wearing a disapproving sulk, standing as close to you as she’s ever been. You didn’t care if she had been listening, you wanted her to. You’ve never heard her talk badly about you to anyone, but her actions alone were enough to justify what you’d just done.

“Excuse me,” you shove your way past her, brushing her shoulder. “Mudak.”

From that day forward, it was now a strong mutual hate, and you were fine with that.

You no longer offered her any sort of help on missions or around the compound. There were plenty of others to watch her back, and you were wasting your time doing that in the first place, anyway. Wanda was doing just fine on her own, as you watched her take down those around her with pure ease now. She must’ve been training hard, you thought.

Catching your breath, you questioned why you ever had been so worried for her before, it’s not like she ever acted differently with you.

You’re reminded of Natasha’s words, and you dismiss that idea quickly. No, it was just because you shared a lost country and you were concerned about how she dealt with her powers, you’re sure of it.

“Watch out!” Sam yells your name loudly in your earpiece, and a sharp pain takes over your head, sending ringing through your ears. You cry out, feeling blood pool from your head. “On your left!” He shouts again, but you have trouble focusing your vision when all you can see is red, gushing from the wound above your eye.

“Shit, help!” You groan, as you feel a bullet graze the left side of your body. You quickly send a shockwave to those around you, knocking them to the ground, but it wasn’t enough. More emerge from behind flipped and shattered vehicles, all armed and all shooting at you. Before you can even try to deflect the incoming bullets, a huge burst of red flows from behind you, trembling the earth beneath your feet and immediately obliterating the soldiers that had been firing at you.

With a flick of her wrist, Wanda shoves your body away from danger, continuing to send bursts of red into the air of the enemies around her. You can do nothing but lay in the dirt and wait for someone to get you, feeling all of your limbs shake from the impact of the bullet that was still lodged into your side. The dirt around you turns warm from your blood, and it is the only thing you can feel now.

You’re not sure how much time passes before a boot that you recognize as Wanda’s is in front of your vision. “Try not to get distracted next time.” Dust clouds your eyes as she walks away. I hate you, you try to speak, but you can’t move your mouth.

The others gather around you quickly, followed by paramedics from the Avengers compound.

You never thought you’d live to say it, but you were grateful that Tony Stark was throwing a party. Normally you’d like to unwind with a long bath, followed by reading a book or listening to music. But with the past week, all you wanted was to stop caring about everything, dance, and drink your thoughts away.

You recovered from your injury rather quickly, but the repercussions from that day hit you hard as well. The mission had completely failed because of your mistake and you compromised the safety of yourself and everyone around you. You always took mission failures hard and blamed yourself for entirely too long. It happened to everyone, even to the best of the team, but it was humiliating knowing Wanda had to take on twice as many soldiers because of you, cover for you, and protect you. Not to mention how you hadn’t seen the men come out of nowhere because your thoughts were consumed by her. But that was a thought you refused to process.

Your week was spent with the others in long meetings about how to prevent things like this in the future, and to tell you for the one-millionth time just how vital the information that you let get away was.

So, you were looking forward to forgetting everything that was going wrong at the minute and letting loose for the first time in a while. You danced to the blaring music with Natasha, empty drinks in hand. Giggling and twirling each other around, you eventually tired and went to the bar to rest and continue drinking.

“Vodka soda, please. With extra lime.” You smile gratefully at the bartender as she begins to pour the alcohol into a tall glass. Except for the long meetings everyone had to sit in this week thanks to you, you were pleasantly surprised to not have encountered Wanda at all these past few days.

While sipping on your drink, you began to look for her around the room, intrigued to see if she was capable of letting herself have fun. You get interrupted by a face you weren’t expecting to see, but you’re certainly not complaining. Sharon Carter walks up to you wearing a tight black dress, a small smile on her lips.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” she says lowly to the bartender, who gives a nod and begins pouring her drink. “You look…” Sharon trails off, eyes glued to your chest. Her face flushes slightly, making you smile.

“You’re not so bad either,” you say, bringing the cold liquid to your mouth. The last time you saw Sharon was around three months ago, wrapped in the sheets of your bed. “Nice of you to say goodbye.”

“You have my number, you could’ve reached out at any point,” Sharon laughs, taking a sip of the drink placed in front of her. “I hate these, you know.”

You grinned.

Whoever wasn’t on the dancefloor was engaged in conversation, laughing loudly with a cup or bottle wedged in their hands. On your fourth drink of the night, you realize you’ve been taking everything in your life way too seriously. You need to drink more alcohol you decide, as you listen to Sharon drone on about what was new with her. You always seemed to fall back into a cycle with the blonde. Sure, she was great and you found her attractive, but you know you didn’t feel anything real for her. She was gone half the time anyway, the only time you ever saw her was at these stupid gatherings.

But tonight was about forgetting, you remind yourself, downing your soda. Sharon had stopped talking and was now closer than before. With the way she was leaning further into you, it was clear what her intentions were. You’d been with her plenty of times to know how she operated, you’d like to think. Her lips brush your ear, gently pressing a kiss to your neck. Your eyes begin to close as you allow her more access, but they quickly re-open when you hear a sound from across the room. A loud shatter caused Sharon to pull away, both of you looking to see the source of the noise.

It turned out to be Wanda's glass, looking like she had just shattered it with her hand. She was smiling apologetically at a busboy, who was beginning to clean her mess up. Your mouth parts slightly in surprise, her actions forgotten as you focus on the green dress that Wanda wears. Sharon brings you out of your thoughts by focusing on your neck again.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whisper, biting your lip gently. Sharon nods, staring at your mouth. You tug her arm, stumbling off the bar seat you’d been sitting on. You turn around, noticing Sharon is frozen in place. You frown as her eyes turn a deep crimson, the color draining from her face.

“I have to go,” Sharon says dryly. She forces a smile before wandering off, now lost in the sea of people in front of you. Wanda. Of course, she would want to ruin yet another moment of happiness for you, like she hadn’t sucked it bone-dry from you enough. If it was somehow possible, you felt every emotion inside you physically snap.

“Oh, I’m fucking done,” you whisper, whipping your head around to see where the brunette was. From across the room, you can see her looking pleased with herself, quickly downing the new drink in her hand. Before you can even think about how things might turn awry, your legs walk you to where she stood.

You gripped her arm, a light blue glowing from your eyes as you stormed out of the room, dragging the brunette with you. Your nails dig into her skin, and you stumble upon a supply closet door that you push her through. Wanda gasps as you press her against the wall, but she does nothing about the new physical contact.

"What's your fucking problem?" You gritted through your teeth, squeezing her arms. "You can't let me have anything nice?

Wanda's eyes scan your face, her green eyes look darker than usual. "I didn't want you to sleep with Sharon,” Wanda says as if it were obvious, making you angrier.

"What is it to you?" You cry, aware of how loud your voice is. You didn’t care if the entire world heard this long-awaited conversation, you were going to say what you wanted, at whatever volume. “I’ve slept with Sharon several times before, and only now you’ve got an issue with it?”

Wanda’s eyes flash with surprise, unaware of that fact. “I-”

“You ruin my day, my mood, you ruin everything!”

Wanda tilts her head at that statement, watching your chest rise and fall heavily. "Is that so..."

"I hate you," you choke out, looking away from Wanda's eyes. You realize you’d been staring into them this whole time. You let go of her arm, leaving her standing against the wall as you begin to turn away to leave. She catches your grasp again, pulling you back into her orbit, and making you stand where you originally had been. Close.

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Hate me,” Wanda says softly. You’re looking at her in utter disbelief, unable to believe this is happening. Her hand is wrapped tightly around your wrist, warm and firm. You and Wanda have never conversed this much, let alone touched like this before.

“You hate me,” you say slowly, as if you’re trying to make her remember. “What are you doing?” You try to read her eyes, her face, her anything for an explanation of what was going on, what she was playing at. Before you can take another breath, Wanda’s lips connect to yours softly.

They touch for an instant before you immediately shut it down. Breaking away from her, you’re unable to speak.

She watches you intently, reading every expression on your face, imagining the thoughts running around in your mind. So much has just happened in the last ten minutes, and you can finally feel the effects of all of the drinks you carelessly downed. It settles at the bottom of your stomach, along with the newfound nervousness and pit that forms because of the girl in front of you. Wanda’s face is flushed, matching the same color of her mouth. She looks beautiful.

What she doesn��t expect is for you to lean in, crashing your lips back onto hers. She sighs into your mouth sweetly, tilting her face to deepen the kiss. Your hands make their way into the soft strands of her hair, pressing the back of her head further in, closing your distance over and over. Her hands rest on your arms, holding on tightly, as if you’d disappear at any moment. It’s so hot, the way she kisses you like she knows just what you want, like this was her last chance to have you.

You feel like you gain consciousness when she starts to kiss your neck, holding your head in her hands as she does. Your mouth falls open slightly, breathing hard with her. You remember there’s a party still happening in the next room and the world did not stop spinning the moment she kissed you, as much as it felt like it had.

Not to forget, several people saw you leave with Wanda, and everyone knows your weird history. After this long week, you didn’t want to have to deal with anything else. It takes every ounce of strength in you to gently grab her shoulders and push her away from you. Wanda’s fears are confirmed. Her hands still hold your arms as she watches you, confused.

“I shouldn’t,” you whisper. You don’t stick around to see the pained expression that covers Wanda’s face, closing the door behind you quickly. You find your way back to the party, and so does Wanda who heads to the bar.

“Back from seven minutes in heaven so soon?” Tony Stark calls out to you, placing a blue colored shot in your hand, and into the hands around you as well.

“Shut up,” you giggle, downing it quickly. Shocker, you want to forget whatever had just happened with Wanda, again. You find yourself full circle, starting just as you had at the beginning of the night. Another drink, another dance, another song, and you’re completely wasted. The last thing you remember is pulling on Mjolnir’s handle tightly before everything goes black.

The next morning arrives too soon, rays of sunlight peak through blinds and onto your eyes. You roll over, hoping to catch more sleep as your headache begins to burn slowly. You’d deal with that in a few hours, you thought, stretching your arms out in front of you. You’re met with soft skin, and you retract your arms as if you’d gotten slapped.

Any more thoughts of sleep are forgotten as your eyes shoot open, a full vision of a bare back in front of you, the torso connected to it covered in a white duvet and sheets. Your first context clue is the fact that your blankets and sheets have always been dark blue, and you know the brown messy waves that contrast against the white pillow are Wanda’s. Your heart sinks, remembering what a mess you’ve created as the night came back to you.

Never mind any of that, you need to get out of here now before Wanda wakes up and you two are forced to talk again. Your face heats up when you think of the supply closet from just a few hours ago. The way Wanda had held and kissed you was permanently burned into your mind, you’re sure of it. “Jesus Christ,” you whispered to yourself.

After a few minutes of gathering your thoughts, you decided to stick to your original plan: to get the hell out of this room. The last thing you've ever wanted to do was sleep with Wanda, and now here you are, butt naked in her bed. You can’t remember anything besides kissing her in the closet, you were so sure that was it, that you didn’t find her after the party had ended.

You slowly remove yourself from Wanda’s duvet and search for the dress you had on last night. You pick up the low-cut red dress you were wearing that had been crumpled underneath Wanda’s, your mouth dropping in surprise when you saw that your dress had been ripped open, instead of zipped down the back.

"I'm sorry about your dress..." Wanda says, startling you.

"No, it's-it's fine, I can fix it," you stammered, averting your gaze away from the brunette. You heard the sheets ruffle as she began to sit up. You stole a glance at her, noticing her red face as she stared openly at your naked chest. "I'm borrowing one of your hoodies," you told her, and she nodded.

Wanda rubs her eyes with her hands, letting out a small yawn. “You showed up at my door after the party.”

You pull your head through Wanda’s soft hoodie, her sweet scent immediately filling your nose.

“In case you were wondering,” Wanda adds. You weren’t sure if she’d be happy if you told her you didn’t remember a single thing that you did with her besides a few kisses.

“Thanks…can I take these shorts too?”

You know you’ve made a huge mistake in venturing out when you find Natasha Romanoff sitting on a chair in the kitchen, eating her toast while scrolling through her computer files. She greets you with a nod, her eyes remaining on the device in front of her.

“You smell weird,” she states flatly.

“You smell weird,” you say back, poking your head in the fridge for something to eat. After the events of last night, all you’d had to consume was alcohol, and though you could handle your liquor well, you’d completely forgotten to eat.

Nat takes a bite of her toast, crunching as she talks. “Mm- no, you smell like that fancy shit Wanda wears.”

“Of course she wears expensive.”

“Damn right.”

You pop a bagel in the toaster, hands across your chest as you face her. “I’m so tired,” you try to act as natural as you can for being fully dressed in Wanda’s clothes. You knew you should’ve at least tried to cover up what had happened, maybe fled back into your room to change, yet your hunger placed a higher significance. “I’m never drinking again.”

“I guess you’re too tired to tell me what you’re doing in that,” Natasha looks you up and down once before returning to her work. You don’t miss the slight smirk that covers her lips.

“I just-”

You don’t have the chance to finish before others walk in, Clint takes his spot next to Natasha, and Sam begins to raid the fridge, making you move out of the way. You quickly finish putting together your food before your clothing is recognized by anyone else. Turning around, you almost collide with a pair of green eyes, the woman you’d just had an extremely awkward interaction with earlier.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” Wanda replies gently. She holds your gaze for a few moments longer before you decide to head back to your room. She smiles to herself, hiding it from the others as she reaches for her tea mug. She fills it and drops in the bag, before walking to the living room to drink.

Sam’s eyes widen as he turns towards the kitchen table.

“No fucking way,” he whispers loudly to Natasha and Clint, who try to hold in their laughter.

You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t waiting for Wanda to make the next move. Everything about your relationship with her had been flipped upside down. You liked feeling her eyes on you when you’d work out in the training room, or during a long meeting. Chances are when you’d turn your head to look at her, she’d already be looking.

You didn’t talk about what had happened, it was complete radio silence except for body language. The way she let her legs lean against yours in a van, heading to a stakeout location for a mission. The smile on her lips you’d catch when she walked past you, looking to the ground. The day she moved strands of your hair that covered your eyes, in front of the whole team. You wanted to end the tension that had been building right there and then, staring into her soul.

Instead, you faced the wrath of Natsha’s interrogation shortly after.

These were incredibly tiny moves she was making, and you found yourself wanting more.

Wanda had been gone for two long days, making your life stuck in the compound completely dull. Clint was away visiting his family, Natasha was busy working on her files, and the others had been sent away on missions of their own, Steve and Sam had gone with Wanda. It was a rare few days off, but without anyone to talk with or…glance at, you found yourself with mind-numbing boredom. You tried going for a walk with your headphones in, shopping, or reading a book in a local park, but none of it makes you happy. You realize all you’d wanted was a certain someone close.

Your wishes are granted when you get the sign you’d been waiting for when you return to your room, late at night. On your bed rests your red dress from weeks ago at the party, in brand new condition. Hung on a hanger and neatly folded, the red seems as if it’s a deeper color, with additions of tool and length. The low cut remained the same, and you traced the fabric in awe, running your fingers over the smooth material. Your eyes travel to a small note attached to the front.

I added a little bit to it, I hope you don’t mind.

Wanda didn’t sign her name, but you knew it would have only been her. You had left her room in a hurry, your ripped and ruined dress was merely an afterthought. You had only thought of her in the time that had passed since the morning after the party.

You fold the note and put it on your nightstand, cherishing her small words. You check her location to see she was still a ways away from the compound, meaning she had sent the dress to your room with magic. An hour passes as you debate what you want to do. This was Wanda’s sign, returning the very thing you’d been with her in, even improving and adding her spin to it. You know you had nothing to top her grand gesture, but maybe you didn’t need to. It had been so long since someone made you feel so special like this, and Wanda of all people.

You lay in your bed with your thoughts, brushing over the dress with your fingers to check if it was real every so often. A small blush creeps its way to your face, re-reading the note she left, and finding yourself smiling at it. All you knew at this moment was that you wanted to be with her. In whatever way, even if she was in the same room paying you no attention you’d be grateful. There’s no harm in checking, you impatiently decide as you climb out of bed and begin opening the door, only for your heart to swell at the sight before you.

Wanda came to see you first. Her green eyes widened in slight surprise, and she looked like she had heavy words on her mind. Her thumbs play with the hem of her long sleeve, showing you she was anxious to have shown up. You take notice of a small cut above her eyebrow that she hasn’t bothered to fix yet.

“Did you just get back?”

Wanda nods. “Ten minutes ago I think.”

That was enough for you to pull her inside your room, kissing her against the shut door. She kisses you back instantly, letting you take full control as she melts into your touch. Her scent was a mix of her signature perfume and salt, filling your senses and making you want to be closer to her. Her hands finally begin to touch you when she deepens the kiss, opening her mouth against you and you gladly accept. Her fingers run along your arms, squeezing gently. She wanted the same thing you did, and you wanted to remember this time.

You part for air after pressing a singular kiss to her mouth, your hands make their way to her face. Wanda watches you examine her, taking notice of the bruises along the side of her cheek that you didn’t see right away. “How did you get these?” You whisper, your thumb traces the cut above her eyebrow.

“I was distracted.” Wanda smiles slightly, looking into your eyes. You exhale a short laugh, kissing her bruised cheek carefully.

“Can I?”

Wanda nods, her eyes closing when small swirls of blue extend from your fingertips. Gently, you heal her cut, the deep red turning back into her soft skin. You heal her bruise next, her cheek returning to its normal color. “Better?”

Wanda kisses you, thanking you for your services. You know she could’ve very well done it herself, but you were almost proud she let you help her, even if it was just this small thing. “Better.”

Wanda lets you take her to bed, missing the warmth and touch of your skin. She lays down, resting her head on your pillows as you kneel, your knees digging into the soft padding around you. You kiss her messily, leaning over her. She bites her lip as you remove your shirt, and she fumbles with her own, her hair getting messier when she tosses it to the floor. She smiles playfully when you laugh at her, gently slapping your bare arm.

The smile doesn’t leave her face when she notices you staring from above. She felt so small underneath your gaze, and she leaned in to kiss you softly. “What?”

“Nothing,” you whisper against her lips, kissing her again. You could never face her again if you’d told her just how beautiful she truly was. How her wavy hair fanned against your pillow, her soft and pale skin gleaned with your marks all over, her half-moon eyes and curious smile, and the color of her now swollen lips. There was so much beauty to take in, she didn’t even know, she could never see herself from your eyes.

Her mouth parted when you entered her, inching off the mattress that lay beneath her back. You noticed the slight beads of sweat on her forehead and the way her breathing changes when you quickened your pace. You adjusted to what she liked, what she asked you for. You wanted to give her everything you had.

Your name echoed into your mind as she whispered it over and over.

“I missed you.” You speak during a long moment of silence, lying next to Wanda. Your fingers traced the outline of her hip, spreading to her back and sending chills down her spine. You figured she would be asleep with her face turned away from you, but she proves you wrong by rolling back over.

An amused smile spreads over her lips. “Did you?” She reaches out to comb her slim fingers through your hair. “I was gone for only two days.”

You nod, closing your eyes under her touch. “I want to ask you things. I feel like I have so many questions…” You begin to feel drowsy, and you mumble something incoherent that Wanda doesn’t understand.

“Ask me things,” Wanda whispers into your ear. It’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep, Wanda’s hand still running through your hair. She watches you sleep peacefully, before joining you shortly after.

After that encounter, your mornings start to change, as do your nights. You wake up and go to bed with the same body by your side almost every night, and when you don’t, you miss her a little too much. As weeks go by, you feel like you could truly be happy with only her , forever. You don’t tell her that, but you desperately want to.

It turned out Wanda had the best taste in movies and TV shows that you desperately needed to be cultured on, in her opinion. You showed her your CD's and records, letting her listen to all of the music you loved. She cooked for you and lent you her books and clothes, surprising you with her generosity. You spent long hours by her side, sleeping, reading, talking… doing whatever you could just to stay with her a little longer. She did the same, finding peace and comfort in your presence, something she never would have expected from you.

You trained together and against each other. You were still faster and stronger, but you gave her helpful tips and information that she could discover about herself. And you did normal things, shopping around New York, meeting each other for coffee, trying to be as ordinary as you could be while balancing the lives of being Avengers. You made sure to look out for Wanda more than you ever had, helping her when needed and making sure she could hold her own from a distance. She no longer refused your help, instead took it gratefully.

You especially loved coming home to her after a solo mission, as she would examine you for injuries carefully. You let her heal your wounds and kiss away your pain, as you did the same for her.

You slept peacefully in her arms and woke up happily to the sight of her next to you.

One day while you traced patterns on her back as she slept, you realized your biggest hatred had turned into something you were beginning to fall in love with.

“Was it just from the day we met?”

Wanda’s eyes narrow, turning her head to think back to the memory. “Sokovia?”

“The robots. When I pulled you from the ground.” You sit up in your bed now, wanting to find something to wear. You’d been with her a few hours now unclothed, and only now you felt the urge to cover up.

Wanda shakes her head, letting out a small laugh. “I was embarrassed, yes, but no it wasn’t just that. Could I have my shirt too?” She watches you get dressed, a small frown wrinkles her face as you toss it to her, seeing you slip on a pair of underwear. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” Wanda can’t hide her smile at the speediness of your reply. “No, I mean, I want you here.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “No, it wasn’t because of the day we met.” The mattress moves slightly when you sit back next to her. You nod, urging her to continue. “You were a reminder of home. My family and my brother,” Wanda hesitates before mentioning Pietro. “Your accent and your clothes… it was a lot for me, back then at least.”

“I wish you told me, I would’ve backed off, or-”

She reaches forward to touch your hand, intertwining your fingers slightly. “And, I hated how you made me feel. I thought maybe if I pushed you away as hard as I could, you’d never want me how I did you. I thought I got what I wanted when I saw you that night with Sharon at the party.”

Wanda’s eyes shine with honesty, and she watches your face carefully as she explains herself. “But I never hated you,” she speaks the most quietly of all her words. “I was... scared.” She shakes her head, embarrassed. “It sounds so stupid when I say it but-”

“It’s not stupid, I promise. I’m not angry anymore…” You trace her shoulder with your free hand softly. If you were sure of one thing, it was certainly that. All the walls you’d thrown over your heart for Wanda were torn down, and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You allow her to focus on your hand, mindlessly fiddling with your fingers as she speaks. You can only think how you wished you knew, you feel like you foolishly wasted so much time hating her and doing things just to spite her, like a child. As if she heard your thoughts, she connects her eyes to yours, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry. For all of it. And I understand if you don’t want something serious,” Wanda pauses reluctantly. “With me.” There’s a hint of insecurity in her voice, and you reach out to tilt her face to yours.

“You’re all I want.”

. . .

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eternalremorse · 3 days ago

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Reminiscence

Summary: Every day was the same for Sebastian; work, pub, home – all in that order! Life hadn’t been the same since MC was gone. But a chance meeting at The Three Broomsticks with a former classmate may be the chance of fate he was looking for! Word Count: 1.9k Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Nerida Roberts Tags: Friends to lovers (eventually) Notes: This was originally written as part of a long series that I never got around to writing. But I was so proud of this piece that I didn’t want it to sit in my drafts any longer. Who knows! Maybe you’ll have a new ship to appreciate! [Read on AO3]

As usual, Sebastian spent most evenings at the Three Broomsticks. He would sit at the bar and order a fire whiskey, occasionally conversing with the other regulars who would trudge in. Most of the time it was idle chatter about work, life or the woes of marriage. He would keep the conversations to a minimum as he didn’t like to involve himself with others too much unless it was necessary.

This night was no different. Sebastian entered the pub, sat in his usual spot by the bar, and Sirona served him a whiskey without needing to ask. He paid, said his thanks and took a sip, allowing the familiar burn to glide down his throat. He briefly swilled the glass and set it down in front of him.

Sebastian became accustomed to this way of life. He’d been living alone in Scotland the past few years since Ominis and Anne relocated to London after their marriage. Since then, they had welcomed their first child, a daughter, now two years old. Then a few weeks ago, he received an owl confirming the exciting news that another niece or nephew was on the way! He was happy for them – truly! But a bitterness lingered within that he could never quite shift. They were living a life he yearned for more than anything else!

The price? He only wanted that future with one person – MC – and he could never have her.

Sebastian had hoped that his frequent visits to the Three Broomsticks would mean that he’d find himself someone to eventually settle down with (and as much as he hated to admit it, to also forget about her). However, Hogsmeade and the surrounding hamlets were small, and the women he did meet were nowhere near distracting enough. He’d introduce himself, go on a couple of dates, maybe bed them if things were going well, but it never went any further than that. It seemed he was out of options and had been for some time.

His thoughts were interrupted by a distant, muffled sob coming from the direction of the pub’s fireplace. He looked up and noticed a woman, similar in age, sitting alone in the dimly lit corner. Her cheeks were glistening with tears reflected by the flames. An untouched mug of butterbeer sat in front of her.

Sebastian thought this woman looked familiar. He recognised her features but couldn’t quite pinpoint where he remembered her from. She was not a regular, that’s for certain.

Curiosity got the better of him. He stood up, drink in hand, and made his way over to her. As he drew closer, he could distinguish more of her features. She had sparse freckles on her nose and cheeks, plump lips, narrow jawline, dark eyes, and dark brown hair that was twisted into a side bun. He suddenly remembered and came to a stop just before he reached her table.

“Nerida? Nerida Roberts?”

The stranger whipped her head up to look at Sebastian, quickly wiping away the fallen tears on her cheek with a handkerchief. Clearly looking embarrassed that someone recognised her when she was in such a state.

“Y-yes?” she sniffled.

He put his free hand to his chest. “I’m Sebastian. Sebastian Sallow. We were in Slytherin together.”

Nerida took a moment to put the boy she remembered in school to the man that now stood in front of her. Sebastian’s looks had changed a bit since Hogwarts. His physique was broader and toned from physical labour, his hair slightly longer and more dishevelled, and was sporting a few days’ beard growth after skipping shaving (he could never bring himself to grow a full beard as he reminded himself too much of Solomon).

Nerida’s eyes widened when she recognised him. “Sebastian? My goodness! It’s been what – seven years?”

He chuckled. “It has. We’ve not seen each other since our last day at Hogwarts.”

There was a short pause before he gestured to the empty chair opposite. “Would you mind if I joined you? I don’t wish to impose if you’d rather be alone.”

Nerida shook her head as she continued to dab at her cheeks. “You wouldn’t be imposing. And of course, please sit. I’d be grateful for the company.”

Sebastian smiled as he sat down. “I would ask you how you are but…it seems the answer to that may be obvious.” He took another sip of whiskey and placed the glass down on the table.

Nerida chuckled. “I see your sense of humour hasn’t changed, Sallow. Unfortunately, I’m not doing well, but I don’t wish to intrude you with my problems. How have you been? I remember you and MC used to be quite the rambunctious pair at school! How is she doing?”

Sebastian’s throat dried up instantly at the mention of her name. He hadn’t heard it spoken aloud in a few years. She was almost like a dream to him at this point – always on the mind, but never in body. The reminder almost felt like a sharp stab in the chest!

Sebastian glanced down to the floor and slowly rubbed his clammy hands together. Nerida noticed how his demeanour instantly changed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Sebastian! I didn’t mean to pry-“

“No! Please don’t apologise. I understand why you would ask after her. We were inseparable back in the day.” He briefly smiled before sighing deeply. “We, uh, we ended things soon after Hogwarts. Her family did not approve of us, and they arranged a marriage for her to a wealthy wizarding family as soon as she was to finish school. We tried to run away together, but the officers caught up with us, and she was dragged back home where I was forbidden to go near her again.”

Nerida was shocked at the revelation! She took a minute to process what he said. “Did she not retaliate? She seemed so fierce.”

He shook his head. “Her family are powerful people, and they have strong connections. I must admit I severely underestimated how dynamic they are. They almost put the Gaunt’s to shame!”

“Which family did they betroth her to?”

His face turned dark. He hated to say the name out loud. They didn’t deserve his spoken words. “The Crouch’s!” He spat.

Nerida took note of Sebastian’s disdain and decided not to press further. She recognised the name but had little opinion of them since she didn’t know anyone from that family personally.

She took a moment to study his features. The way the flames licked at his hair turned it to a glowing red, the chocolate brown eyes sparkled even though they were slightly fatigued, and the way his shirt was rolled up against his biceps teased the bulky physique underneath. He had certainly grown into a handsome young man!

Nerida immediately felt a pang of guilt at just the thought of his looks and a sharp pain grew in her chest. She grasped onto her blouse as the tears began to surface again. Sebastian quickly stood up and crouched next to her.

“Do you need to see a nurse? You look in pain!” He panicked, thinking about how Anne used to clutch at her stomach in a similar way with her curse.

She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head. A couple of tears escaped. “No, thank you. It’s not that kind of pain.”

She rested her head back on the chair. He was open with her about MC, so she felt obliged to owe him at least a small explanation of her situation and took a deep breath.

“Six months ago, I… I lost my husband. He was an Auror for the Ministry. His mission was to go undercover in a Dark Magic ring to find out what they were up to, as their numbers were steadily growing. One of the members somehow found out he was undercover, and they….” She trailed off as she held back a sob. Sebastian rested his hand on hers in reassurance.

“You don’t have to carry on if you don’t want to,” he spoke softly.

Nerida took a few more deep breaths before continuing. “They tortured him for days. The leader knew it was only a matter of time before the Ministry would send more Aurors to investigate his disappearance, so they… they k-killed him.”

Sebastian was at a loss for words. He couldn’t imagine what Nerida was going through! He instinctively wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to sob into his chest.

“I’m so sorry.”

Nerida was thankful for Sebastian’s comfort. Merlin knows she needed it right now! They may not have been close at school, but they would always exchange pleasantries and converse with ease when the situation arose.

Nerida eventually pulled back from his embrace and gave Sebastian a meek smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back and gave her hand a squeeze, “No problem.” He sat back down on the chair opposite.

They both began reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts and how their lives panned out after graduating. Sebastian learned that Nerida was an Archivist at the Ministry, which is how she met her late husband, Arthur. They became engaged after a year of courting and were only married for a couple of years before his death. They never managed to try for children as Arthur wanted to further his career in the Ministry first.

Since his death, Nerida could no longer afford the house they had bought together, so she had to sell it, as well as most of their belongings, to try and afford to live elsewhere.

Sebastian didn’t talk much about his life post-Hogwarts; allowing Nerida to take the lead and carefully diverted any conversation about his past back to her. Luckily for him, she didn’t take too much notice of his vague answers. He informed her of Ominis and Anne’s marriage and how they were expanding their family. Nerida was ecstatic at the news! She and Anne were good friends as they shared a dorm room together.

Before they knew it, the pub became quieter. Most of the patrons had retired for the night, leaving Sebastian, Nerida and a few others left. Sirona was wiping down the vacant tables and waved her wand to neatly arrange the chairs. She would often do this as a sign that she was closing for the night.

Nerida swigged down the last of her butterbeer as Sebastian twiddled his thumbs. They had both sat in a comfortable silence for the past couple of minutes.

Nerida stood up from her chair, Sebastian following suit. “Well, I best turn in for the night. I’m sorry to have kept you so long, Sebastian. But I had a wonderful time chatting with you and reminiscing over our Hogwarts days,” she beamed.

Sebastian returned the smile. “It’s no trouble. It’s not like I have anyone to go home to,” it pained him to say it. “But I had a good time too. Where are you staying? I’ll walk you there. It wouldn’t be right to let a young lady walk home alone at this time of night.”

She chuckled at Sebastian’s chivalry. “I’m staying in the village with my uncle and aunt. They’ve graciously allowed me a room to stay in until I can find my own place.”

“Well then, shall we?” Sebastian held out his arm, Nerida looped hers through and they made their way towards the pub’s exit. As they passed the bar, they said goodnight to Sirona, and she gave Sebastian a cheeky wink. He quickly blushed and Sirona held back a chuckle.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #nerida roberts #sebastian sallow x nerida roberts #sebastian x nerida

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gingerteawrites · 1 day ago

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BY THE HEARTH: JOLT

A/N: Hello again guys, here I come over a month later. I have been writing and re-writing this chapter for weeks on end, and had to force myself to just post this because you all don't deserve to wait so long. I sorry :(

While many things have been extremely hectic and difficult for me, I have some amazing news. I recently got admitted into medical school and will start in the fall of this year, and I am so very excited about that! I hope you enjoy this installment of BTH. Thank you to all the new readers for enjoying the story and for all those who have been here for a while for keeping up! Much love <3

Read previous part here

Content: Royalty!AU, Nanami x female reader, king Nanami, Princess Y/N, Widower Nanami, Toddler Yuuji, hurt, angst. Not beta read

Word count: ~6K words

Banner by: @cafekitsune

ACT XIII

Departing from the castle in the morning had been a surprisingly emotional experience. That place, once shrouded in darkness and fear had opened up to bear witness to unpredictable wonder and love. A home, found in the people who coloured your world.

Walking out of the main courtyard, the crisp autumn air ruffled the hem of your dress, carrying leaves tinted in profound reds and oranges across your view. You took in a deep breath, filling your lungs to the brim before turning to bid your goodbyes to the menagerie that had lined up outside for the occassion.

A humble entourage was to accompany you for the trip; only a senior maid you had often seen at Alma’s side, Riko, and a handful of knights led by Sir Haibara. Though it saddened you, Alma could not afford to leave the castle without her sharp eye for too long. The melancholy in her eyes as she waved goodbye to your departing coach more than tugged at your heartstrings.

“This is supposed to be a peaceful visit,” your husband’s voice drew your attention away from the window and back to his face. He sat across from you, back straight and shoulders wide, posture refined by years of royal education. “Taking a small group is a way of showing trust,” he explained, tone relaxed.

Yuuji clung to your side, listening to the words so very intently, ever attentive to his father’s teaching. He would grow up to be an observing and dutiful king himself.

“Diplomacy at its finest,” you nodded, resting your arm over Yuuji’s shoulder.

“What were the terms of this alliance with the Zenins? I have spent the past week researching more of the history of the kingdown, but the books went into surprisngly little detail about the conflict." All that did was feed your curiousity about the relationship between the Northern duchy and the royal family. And you had grown out of your fear of asking the king questions.

“My family is not without blame in the affair,” a sigh escaped his lips as he looked outside the window. “The Zenins have been the guardians of the Northern border since our ancestors first inhabited this land. No matter how callous they can be, they play a critical role in protecting the entire continent, and have been the guardians of a great responsibility and power.” he folded his hands over his chest, leaning his head against the coach wall. “Generations ago, my family sought out that power and rallied the houses of this region to attack the Northern lands. With the conflict stretched out over years and countless lives lost, they were forced into a treaty.” His eyes returned to yours, boring into them with a quiet intensity. “In sum, they are tied to a kingdom they most likely despise but still have to protect. Miserable, is it not?”

You frowned, nodding in agreement. Being forced into an unwilling union was not a foreign concept to you at all. But still, it had been so long. Had time truly done nothing to mend this tear?

The coach rocked gently, travelling on the smooth beaten path and lulling the child fast asleep in your lap. You had been at it for a couple days now, riding through the day and then stopping in small towns along the way to sleep.

And to be frank, the pace was hard on you. There was just so much entertainment that could found in admiring the new horizons. But you being bored and your back hurting was no excuse to cause delays, so you kept your grievances to yourself.

Two more days and we’ll be there. Two little days.

The king, on the other hand, appeared unendingly entertained by his reading. His deep eyes behind a pair of square lenses, fleeting through the words of the dense manuscripts he seemed to fly through.

You found yourself watching him rather than the passing scenery. How his long fingers traced some of the words. How sunlight streaming in from the window caught in his golden hair. How his lips parted slightly when he absently mumbled some of the words on his scripts.

He looked up for a second, catching your gaze.

“Bored, Y/N?” He folded the manuscript in his lap, taking his glasses off. Your heart couldn’t help but stutter at the sight.

“No, not at all,” you shook your head. “I was just watching you. You look very… in your element… I mean- focused like that,” You cringed internally at your slight stutter. You were nervous, giddy, shy and a whole lot of other mushy feelings directed towards the man sitting across from you.

He looked at you in stunned silence for a few moments, maybe realizing that the same torrent of emotions brewed in his heart. Understanding that you were as enamored with him as he was with you. He closed the papers in his lap.

“I…” Clearing his throat, Kento brought a hand to rub against his face, clearly flustered. “Thank you?” the words were low, muffled by his hand over his face.

The boyish innocence and shyness reared its head again. You couldn’t decide if you liked this side of him more than the strong, self-assured leader whom everyone knew and loved.

Soon the sun started to dip into the sky, and Yuuji awoke, spending the rest of the trip glued to the window. Asking his father about the different trees and passing animals, tugging at your dress to explain an interesting thought.

Through all the towns that you passed on your journey, the people of kingdom gathered along the roads to catch a glimpse of the royal family. In joy and in awe they greeted you, their warmth soothing your tired bones. You watched the scenery change gradually, towns becoming more sparse as you kept going up and up North. Closer to your destination.

By the time you had arrived in the Northern capital, it had been 5 days of travel. You were thoroughly exhausted and partially convinced that you had pulled something in your back. The roads during the last day of travel were especially bumpy, tossing you around in the coach to the point that you had to sit with Kento’s arm securely wrapped around your wait.

That was not half bad…

The Northern lands looked decidedly more rugged than the rest of the warm country. Maybeindicative of the cold welcome you would receive.

Unlike the previous towns, people did not celebrate your arrival with flower ornaments and ribbons. They simply milled about the city cobblestone paths, too concerned with their own lives and merely throwing a glance at your small entourage.

Your convoy pulled to a stop in front of the Zenin castle, a large estate secluded to the edge of the city with high walls that stood as an impenetrable barrier.

The drawbridge was slowly let down after a tense exchange between the royal knights and those standing guard at the wall, revealing a yard even more vast than what the outside let on.

Taking in your surroundings colored you equal parts impressed and wary about how millitarized the old gothic estate looked. Guards stood on the castle wall, and at every corner your eye could see, swords at their hip and spears in hand. Expression tense, hostile. Ready to attack.

“A fortress,” Nanami echoed your thoughts before the words could leave your mouth. He turned his head to you. “That was the first thing I thought when I first stepped here a decade ago.”

The Zenins were a proud family, not taking well to being forced into a subservient position to the king. In fact they abhorred their condition, and their most recent heir, Naoya Zenin, never missed a chance to display.

Kento had not seen the duke since he himself had last been required to attend the commemoration, not long before his ascension to the throne 10 years ago. Barely a tween, Naoya had already been an insufferable arse, irking the king in all the wrong ways. And reports of his uruly behavior always circled back to Kento, always making him second-guess his stance regarding how much freedom he afforded the Northern duchy.

“Duke Zenin is an interesting character,” Nanami began as the coach slowed, approaching the castle’s main entrance. “It’s best to avoid interactions with him. Please.” He despised the thought of Naoya setting his sights on you. In his eyes, you saw the traces of words left unsaid.

Please stay close. Please steer clear of danger.

The coach rolled to a stop, and the king stepped out first, followed by an unusually timid Yuuji—and you. As you turned, you faced the Zenin congregation, whose faces displayed as much enthusiasm as that of a sheet of bleached parchment.

Among them, one man stood out unmistakably as their leader—a dark-haired figure draped in a heavy emerald cape.

“Your Majesty,” he greeted Nanami, his tone so nonchalant it immediately irked you. Haughty.

“Duke Naoya,” Kento replied just as plainly, dipping his head in polite acknowledgment.

Yuuji stood by your side, back straight, posture practiced—but his fists clenched tightly at his sides. And not without reason. You and the child were being scrutinized with an intensity that made your skin crawl. Their curiosity was evident—this was the Northeners' first time laying eyes on the queen and the young prince. But instead of innocent looks, their eyes held something you couldn't quite place, yet still made you incredibly uncomfortable.

“And you…” Naoya’s gaze settled on you, and you forced a polite smile. He extended a hand, silently coaxing you to offer yours for a kiss. As his fingers lingered around yours, his eyes dragged slowly down the length of your body. A shiver of discomfort crept up your spine, and at your sides, both father and son frowned deeply.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet the queen,” he murmured. “We hope you have a pleasant stay here.”

His grip still hadn’t loosened when Nanami cleared his throat sharply, a concealed glare shadowing his expression.

“I would appreciate it if you could show us to our quarters. The journey has been especially exhausting for my wife and son,” he stated, his voice clipped, his gaze razor-sharp.

Naoya smirked, almost smug at having struck a nerve.

“Of course, of course,” he drawled, turning slightly to nod at a tall guard. “He will escort you and remain at your service for the duration of your stay.” He waved them off with a dismissive flick of his fingers. “Again, please enjoy your time with us.”

At last, you reached for Yuuji’s hand, and he latched onto yours immediately, fingers curling tight. His shoulders eased, if only slightly.

Haibara walked ahead alongside the assigned knight, his presence reassuring.

“Please stay close, Your Majesties,” the knight murmured, offering a kind smile.

But beneath his composed facade, you could see it. Just like you, the usually jovial knight was on edge.

The walk proceeded in tense silence. You had plenty to say, but you held your thoughts, waiting for a place with more privacy.

Yet, the feeling of being watched clung to you. As if the very walls of the castle had eyes.

Maybe it was the gargoyles perched atop the towering columns, their stone eyes seeming to follow you as you moved. Or maybe it was something else—something unseen but undeniably present. An eerie sense settled in your chest, creeping up your spine.

Cold halls. Dark stone. The interior was far more imposing than its exterior had let on. Guards stood at rigid attention in front of every door you passed, their expressions unreadable. The servants moved in ghostly silence, their steps soundless as they drifted through the corridors, never once sparing your small group a glance.

It was clear—they had been trained to be blind. See nothing. Hear nothing.

At last, the guard led you to the entrance of a smaller annex, bowing politely before introducing you to the servant assigned to assist you during your stay. Haibara, the senior maid (Misato, as you had come to know her) and Riko exchanged brief words with them before leading you inside.

Finally, surrounded by familiar company, the tension eased, just enough for you to notice the moment Yuuji let out a deep yawn. You ran your thumb gently across his knuckles.

“Let’s get you to bed now, Yuuji,” Kento announced, his gaze fixed on the two of you.

Had he looked this tired before?

Nanami had always had a great memory. He was one of those gifted people who could perfectly remember the way to a place after taking it just once, and memorize a passage just from a single read.

This talent was one of the only things that had earned praise from his late father. But excellent recollection aside, the annex looked uncanningly familiar. None of the decor had changed from a decade ago when he had first visited with his parents. He could almost hear his mother’s voice at the sight of the gothic painting that hung above the fireplace.

“How tacky,” she had scoffed under her breath, lips curled as she appraised her surroundings. “Not at all fitting for royalty.”

Soon after thoughts of his father flooded his mind, the pressure, the control. “You are 18 Kento,” he always said his name with such harshness. “No longer a child,” he scoffed. “When are you going to live up to this responsibility?You will perform your duty and marry, and that is not up to discussion!”

You rounded the corner into the small room, a warm smile on your face when you spotted him.

Nanami spotted you, allowing the tension that had been building in his shoulders to dissipate, reciprocating with a smile of his own.

“Hi,” he whispered into the air and you stepped more fully into the room, letting the warm hearth illuminate your face. It was pitch black outside, the nights in the north always seemed so. But you had changed into a white chemise nightgown, his eyes glued to the way the silky fabric rested softly against your skin, like a caress. He wanted to be the one to caress you.

“Hello Kento,” you replied, your smile turning timid. The way you said his name was so wonderful. Like your lips embraced the very letters before letting them out, so tender. So foreign.

He tried to turn to face you fully, but something tensed in his neck, causing him to close his eyes and grunt in pain.

“Are you okay?” you approached immediately, resting a hand on his shoulder, concern evident on your face. You were so close. He could smell your lilac perfume.

So close that your husband almost forgot what words to say next.

“Yeah… I am- just fine-” he replied dumbly, wanting to smack himself in the face. He was used to traveling on horseback for long distances, but being in carriage made him feel stiff all over.

In fact, Haibara had suggested the former, but there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to sit in the coach. Seeing the wonder in you and Yuuji’s face as you admired the scenery and the conversations being had made it all worth it.

Your light giggle broke through his thoughts, sliding your hand down his shoulder. “Would you like a massage?” You suggested, smiling up at him. “Yuuji loved the one I gave him before he fell asleep.”

He watched you for a moment, wanting to retort. He should have thought of that and offered the massage first, but the lingering warmth of your fingers on his body shortcircuited his brain.

How was he supposed to reject such an offer? He calmed his racing heart and nodded his agreement. “Thank you.”

Your fingers intwined with his and you pulled him gently to sit on the loveseat that directly faced the fire, providing enough warmth to keep the both of your from shivering in the frigid night air. You could hear the wind, or maybe something else howling from outside the window.

But the harshness had no place in here. Both of your hands found purchase at the junction of his neck and shoulders, pressing down softly and earning yourself a groan from the man.

“Did I hurt you?” you paused, slight concern in your voice.

“No,” he shook his head. “It’s wonderful,”

You kept at it for a few more moments, slowly working your way from his shoulders to his upper back, the king leaning forward to give you more space to work.

“I should be the one offering you the massage,” his voice was gruff, another groan escaping him when you pressed on a particularly sore spot of his back. “Carriage travel is dreadful,” he added.

“I definitely agree with the latter part,” you chuckled. “Yuuji seemed to take it really well though,” you commented, grateful for the conversation.

You were enjoying this a little too much. The way your hands perfectly molded against his taut muscles, his back feeling just so sturdy, his shoulders so broad.

You couldn’t help the warmth that bloomed within you as you spent a few more moments than were necessary touching every part of him. If Nanami had noticed, he did not complain, turning to putty under your touch.

“Children have this extraordinary ability to adapt to everything at the speed of light,” he added, looking back at you. “But my offer still stands. Let me help you after you are done with me,” The tone of his voice. It was not a question. But you did not dislike it. Instead, your heartbeat picked up.

You pulled your hands away and he turned towards you, offering his hand for you to take. When you did he circled you around the chair, and there you stood in front of him.

Kento sat you gently into his lap, making you almost taller than him in that position. He was trying so hard to keep his hands in chaste places, looking up at you with a feeling so raw it shook you. Like quiet worship, his gaze held an appreciation that only the most appraised pieces of art elicit.

He brought his right hand to the junction of your neck and shoulder like you had done for him, pression deft strong fingers in your skin.

You sighed, closing your eyes at the sensation. You had definitily undersestimated how stiff your body felt. Something melted in his heart, knowing he was bringing you that relief.

He continued his motions, softly massaging the muscles of your shoulder and then slipping down to your shoulder panes. Your body softened under his touch, leaning closer, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” you heard and felt the rumble of his voice, pressing closer to him. Chest to chest, arms resting against his abdomen. In the safety of the moment, you drifted into sleep. By the hearth, safe in his arms.

In the morning you awoke in a foreing bed, unsure of how and when you got there.

Soon after your eyes were open enough to register the faint sunlight rays in your room, Riko knocked on the door and let herself in, eager to help you get ready for the day.

You noted the girl’s diligence, a sharp contrast to the usual chattiness and slight ditziness. She helped you slip into a emerald wool houppelande, its long sleeves and thick material meant to protect you against the chill. While she placed ornaments around your head, you tried to brighten the mood.

“You are doing an amazing job with all of this by yourself, Riko,” you offered a soothing smile, “thank you.”

The girl looked at you wide-eyed, returning to adjusting the rouge on your cheeks with a blush tinting her own. “You need not thank me, your majesty,” her youthful voice was low with shyness “Alma entrusted this assignment to me, I will not falter.”

The words stuck with you. How did a girl so young have such determination? You turned to look at the mirror, looking into your own eyes.

I am here for a reason. I will not falter.

A week in the North had sounded like a serious diplomatic ordeal to you, but as you stood in the middle of your third garden party of the week, you came to realize that the nobles treated it more like a holiday; unwelcome for many, yes, but a break nonetheless. You couldn’t help but wonder though, who did they entrust their estates to with everyone here?

A whirlwind of children stole away your thoughts, laughing loudly as they ran across the grass. Noble parties were usually an affair of those who had already been initiated into society, but it looked like many had decided to being their children along for this assembly.

Your eye caught Yuuji timidly watching the group from his father’s side, the king conversing with the Shoko family. You beckoned him over with a wave when his eyes fell on you, and the child made quick work of finding your side. He rested a hand on your lap and you put your teacup down, smiling sweetly at him.

“How are you doing, Yuuji?” you ask, noting Shoko’s smile across from you. The scene was just tooth-rottingly sweet.

“I am alright, mama.” The boy replied, a bit confused by your question.

“Would you like to play?”

“With you?” his eyes sparkled immediately.

You had noticed he always did this: carried himself so properly in front of others, but melting when close by. He must have felt the weight of the crown already from his young age, but you wanted him to enjoy the little joys. And you knew Kento wanted nothing but for him to experience a real childhood.

“No, with them,” you pointed to the group of children now playing a game of hopscotch. The child's eyes brightened again before you saw him visibly hold himsself back, fiddling with his thumbs.

“But it’s not proper…” he mumbled, pouting softly.

Immediately your heart hurt. You titled his chin up to look into your eyes, mustering the most reassuring expression you could.

“It does not matter in this moment,” you looked over at Nanami, who you knew kept and eye on your exchange. “Your papa and I both want you to have fun, okay?” Your expression turned a bit mischievous. “Unless you do not want to join them?”

His lips parted with a protest, jumping in place. “Okay, okay, I’m going,” and just like that the boy dashed away, soon joining the little group and bantering with a chestnut-haired girl.

While the children played, you returned to watching the high-born crowd, noting how unsociable the Zenin women were. They almost appeared like dolls; perfectly groomed but so quiet, empty. As well as the repeated absence of Naoya and the other men from the Duchy. How rude were they to not bother entertaining their guests...

Regardless, you kept your mind focused on one thing. Figuring out the treason issue. And in your experience, the best way to do so was merely to keep an ear open. Unfortunately, all you heard at the events were nothing but scalding gossip and complaints about the long trip.

Ieiri and you were laughing over a particularly ridiculous story when your time was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You looked up, your eyes meeting a crystal blue pair.

“Your majesty,” he knelt before you, offering a hand for a greeting. You gave yours politely, and the man kissed the back of it with his eyes never leaving yours. “It is such a pleasure to see each other again so soon,”

“Duke Gojo,” you nodded, pulling your hand away and securing it around the handle of your teacup.

“Oh none of that,” he stood, undeterred by your terse reply. “You can call me Satoru,” his eyes fleeted over to Shoko, offering a mischievous smile when the woman openly rolled her eyes, “Care for some more company?” he leaned down, already pulling a chair on the lawn to sit.

“I think the ladies find quite enough company in each other,” A hand rested on your shoulder, and a pleasant shiver went down your spine.

“Your majesty,” Gojo bowed his head, his smile only growing. “I must say, it is quite unusual to see you so…” he rubbed his chin in an exaggerated show of thinking. “Protective.” He soon erupted in a laugh. “I jest, of course. Who would I be to even dare criticize the king?”

Nanami was clearly annoyed, but just sighed deeply, leaning down to whisper close to your ear.

“May I talk to you for a minute?” Another shiver down your spine. You stood with a nod, excusing yourself from the table. But not missing the looks that you garnered as you walked away, Nanami’s hand secured around yours.

Much to your disappointment, your husband was simply offering a break from the conversation with Gojo. You looked down at your joint hands, hoping for perhaps more. But that would have to wait, because soon enough, he was whisked away by another responsibility.

On the fifth night of your sojourn there was a massive banquet thrown, the commemorative event that topped up your stay in the Zenin castle. You noticed all of the castle staff work frantically, finally breaking their eerie quiet to whisper rushed instructions and speed walk rather than float across the castle paths.

Riko grabbed a chest you had somehow not noticed among your belongings and pulled out a gorgeous burnt orange dress with golden leaf appliques that snaked across the sleeves and then over the chest. You were done up to the nines, taking Kento’s breath away as soon as you stepped out of your living quarters.

He stretched out an arm, and you walked towards him with a smile,

“Hi,” you smiled up at him, arm around his strong one.

“You look beautiful,” his eyes bore into yours, reciprocating your smile. You giggled, feeling that giddy rush again.

“You look beatiful,” Yuuji repeated at your feet, mirroring his father’s somber tone and making you laugh harder.

“You look regal as well, my little prince,” you offered your other hand for him to take, and he wrapped his fingers around yours.

Entering the ballroom frankly gave you whiplash. The castle had been dark, gothic. And even throughout the events and parties organized during the week, things stayed muted with barely any frivolities.

But you guessed maybe they wanted to show out with the biggest event of all. The large reception hall was bursting with color. Wisteria bushes hanging from high ceilings, tables draped with opulent white fabric, gold embelishments spread out that sparkled in the chandelier light.

The rest of the assembly seemed as impressed with the assortments, starting to fill the room and walking around the hors-d’oeuvres tables in animated conversation.

The king, prince and you are directed to sit on thrones mounted on the tall dais that oversaw the room, next to the duke and his bethroted, a shy girl whom you had seen at one garden party and had talked to no one.

“Did you pick out the decorations?” You leaned close to her, asking the question with the kindest smile you could muster.

Her eyes widened, as if not expecting to be spoken to. She nodded slightly, still averting her gaze.

“It’s beautiful,” you offered, looking ahead in hopes of relieveing her discomfort. “You have an amazing eye for this. Could you show me how you pick them out some time?”

“O-Of course your majesty,” she spoke a little louder, and you offered her a last smile.

From the corner of your eye you see Naoya whisper harshly at her, and you frowned immediately when she folds into herself.

The rest of the people continue to file in and an orchestral troupe stationed on a small platform to the right of the room began drawing out a slow tune.

Youy eyes caught Mei Mei wearing a black dress with a feathered collar, her white hair styled in intricate braids. Haibara stationed near the entrance in his knight uniform. Ieiri wrapped in a midnight blue shawl who offered you a smile. And oh- this man again.

Tall, well-built, dark and brooding. His piercing green eyes held an unsettling quiet. You had seen him at every event, catching him watching, assessing. You turned to Kento.

“Who is that man? On the left, scarred lip?” You did not look at him again, somehow fearing that being caught watching the watcher would result in negative consequences.

“Toji Zenin,” Nanami breathed, bringing the back of your hand to your lips. “He’s somewhat of an outcast in his family. You need not be afraid of him,” the words were meant to be reassuring but you could not shake the feeling, the sensation of a pair of eyes on the back of you neck.

Finally the Duke stood to announce the beginning of the festivities, making a generic speech about unity, whose words you knew carried no sincerity. Your all left your seats to go mingle with the rest of the crowd as the orchestra picked up and started playing a more festive tune.

Your little group was forced into a split, having to engage in the chore of entertaining guests even as guests yourselves.

Having a conversation with royalty was a priviledge whose luster did not seem to wane in a different land. The line for you was even longer now, given how open the king had been recently with his affections towards you.

As the conversations went by, it became apparent that you were being perceived as a political player. The aristocracy sure was quick to notice the ebbs and flow of power, and even quicker to position themselves as friend or foe.

The king sighed. Soon after you started mingling, Naoya had retired to his quarters, leaving the assembly under the watch of the royal family.

How discorteous.

After a particularly tedious conversation with the old earl Yoshinobu whose insistence on tradition could tire even the most attentive of ears, Nanami closed his eyes for a second. He was tired, and itched to be in the company of his wife and child. Comfortable and with no need to police himself.

Almost naturally, his eyes drifted through the room, searching for you. He landed on your figure, still cordial as you engaged a lady whose name he could not bother remembering. Your shoulders and back were straight, but he could tell from the small falter in your smile that you were tired. Social battery exhausted but you pushed on. He made a mental note to sweep you away and offer you another massage, something that had become part of your evening routines in the small quarters.

Now all left to do was to find his son.

But his eyes scanned and scanned the room to no avail. Suddenly he grew agitated, turning around with his full body. Yuuji never strayed too far. He understood how anxious it made his dad to be out of sight for too long.

His heart dropped.

Oh no

This trip had been the experience of a liteftime for the young prince Yuuji. Beyond being an amazing journey to a land he had never experienced before, he had had the chance to mesh with children his age.

In the child’s eyes, he had lived a very full life. Surrounded by his father’s great love, and more recently by your warmth. But jumping into the pool of adventures with other children brought along for the trip ignited a different sense of excitement in his heart. He had especially taken to Nobara, the first daughter from a highly respected knight family, and child whose spunk far surpassed anyone he knew.

Mama and papa were so busy tonight, and as always the rest of the adults ignored him when he was not at their side.

His shoulders sagged slightly, walking towards the corner of the room where Haibara was stationed, knowing that his beloved uncle would at least entertain him while he waited for his parents to be done.

However, not even halfway there, a particularly energetic girl jumped into his path.

“Hi!” She beamed, hands resting on her waist.

“Hi!” Yuuji responded, waving rapidly though she stood but a couple feet away.

She hopped even closer, brown eyes wide and sparkling with mischief.

“Want to go outside? It’s sooooooooo boring in here,” she offered. Yuuji��s heart leaped at the prospect, but he refrained from showing his excitement, looking back in the direction of his father.

“Papa will get upset if I get away,” he shook his head.

“Ughh, he will be okay!” She spread her arms in an exaggerated motion. “Are you not bored?” She tilted her head. “I can sneak out really easily. I do it all the time at home!” She insisted, nodding along her words.

Yuuji chewed on the inside of his cheek, knowing in his heart that he should not, but feeling the pull of the temptation so strong.

“I will bring you back before they can notice,” she winked at him, and he immediately conceded.

“Okay!” His parents would be fine without him, right? Did you not encourage him to play earlier?

Nobara sure knew what she was talking about. Having grown up under constant supervision, she had learned how to evade the gaurds’ watch with astounding ease. Yuuji was already taking notes when they slipped out of the large banquet hall and into the quieter hallways, where flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows along the walls.

Before long, a game of tag broke out. The children darted through the halls, with stifled giggles until they heard the sound of maids heading their direction. Nobara yanked open the first door they found, and they ducked inside, holding their breath as footsteps passed.

When silence returned, they erupted into quiet laughter, high-fiving over their successful escape.

Just then, someone cleared their throat behind them, causing the two children to jump and turn sharply.

“You should not be here,” a boy’s voice announced.

He sat in the corner of the dimly lit office-like space with a book in his lap, dark spiked hair framing a deep frown. He could not have been much older than them, yet he regarded them with the same sternness as a disapproving adult.

“And who are you to say that?” Nobara boldly pointed at him, lips puckered in defiance.

“It does not matter who I am. You should go back to your adults,” he re-emphasized, standing up to face them.

“Where are your adults?” Yuuji inquired, tilting his head.

The boy frowned in return and Nobara grinned triumphantly.

“Aha! So you are hiding too. You can’t kick us out then!” She stuck her tongue out, chuckling to herself.

The boy grumbled under his breath, returning to his book with an even deeper frown.

Cautiously, Yuuji stepped forward, curious about what he was reading. But before he could ask, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed beyond the door—fast and deliberate, followed by hushed whispers. People were headed their direction.

All three children instinctively understood.

It was time to hide.

This was a hefty one, and in all honesty, I feel kind of iffy about the pacing towards the middle, but I felt the need to put it out regardless. Please let me know your thoughts!

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spideysquake · 22 hours ago

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death of a bachelorette

drew starkey x costar!reader

masterlist | one | two

youruser

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youruser i have loved euphoria with every single piece of me. i love rue with all of my heart, and i love all of the people who have gone into making her a real person. i love the family that this show has given me, and the memories that i will be able to keep forever from working on this show.

and now it's on to the next one...

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hunterschafer my darling boob, you will always and forever be my favorite co-star

alexademie getting to watch you become the star that you are has been one of the best parts of this show

petracollins you have brought rue to life in a more meaningful and beautiful way than i could've ever imagined, and i'm just so damn proud of you

user3 i can't believe euphoria is actually over but good god they gave rue the most beautiful ending

⤷ ynfanaccount like the petra and y/n team up was so important for telling rue's story the way it needed to be told and i'm so proud of them, even if i'm going to miss the show

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popcrave Rumor has it that Y/N Y/L/N and Drew Starkey are being eyed to lead the new movie from Plan B director Natalie Morales, Death of a Bachelorette. It's being described as half slasher, half romantic comedy about a man and a woman who meet at a wedding and hit it off, only to find themselves running for their lives from a vicious serial killer.

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ynfanaccount oh i just know our girl is going to eat this up

user1 i barely know either of these people but just based off looks, this is going to be an incredible rom com

drewstarkeyfanpage drew has unlocked some of the most fun and interesting projects lately and i just know he's going to be incredible at this

user2 can't believe that slasher rom-com is a genre now but i'm so here for it

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youruser a bit of a break...

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huntershafer god that matcha latte was the shit

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rachelzegler i'm so glad i got you hooked on the trader joe's pear wine because it's just so yummy

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user3 soooo if she's the one taking the picture, who's pouring the wine???? we know she and timmy aren't dating bc they've said so a million times but that is absolutely a man's hand...

⤷ user4 maybe it's drew???? we know our girl loves to prep well for her characters, maybe they're hanging out to develop their chemistry

⤷ user3 i'm trying so hard not to ship them but it's so hard bc they're both so hot and she just has great chemistry with everyone

⤷ user4 no because i get you so bad and i just want drew starkey to have a great relationship that people don't get weird about

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y/ny/l/nupdates y/n seen on the streets of los angeles this weekend, it's rumored that death of a bachelorette is set to start shooting this month!! hopefully we get some sneak peaks of her outfits, because of course they're going to be iconic

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ynfanaccount god how does she make a casual tank and trousers look SO good

waitingfordeathofabachelorette i'm so so so so excited for this f'n movie it's so serious

user5 wait but if this is how good she looks in a casual streetwear type outfit, just imagine her in that bachelorette dress holy god

user6 why does she always walk around like she's the greatest thing ever???? she's barely a good actress and she's not even that cute

⤷ y/ny/l/nupdates you commented hate about y/n on a y/n stan account for why???? because you know we're all in a group chat talking shit about you now

⤷ ynfanaccount ooh get him again for me girl!!

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drewstarkeyfanpage drew spotted this past week at the airport and on location for filming in toronto!! and he looks goooooooooood

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waitingfordeathofabachelorette if anyone sees me stalking these update pages over the next six months... no you didn't

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y/ny/l/nfanpage babe we're really gonna have to team up to do press during this shoot bc i want CONTENT

⤷ drewstarkeyfanpage girl dm me! we're basically user twins already let's be mf besties

#social media au #drew starkey #drew starkey smau #drew starkey social media au #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x costar!reader #drew starkey x reader smau #drew starkey x reader social media au #if you see me writing death of a bachelorette into an actual movie in five years... no you didn't #daisy writes

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bigsoggyboots · 2 days ago

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Tantalizing

Mel x Assistant!Reader

Tantalizing: Possessing a quality that arouses or stimulates desire or interest.

summ: You're Sky basically and Mel has taken a liking to you.

Mel sees you pulling all the strings behind Jayce and Viktor's operations. She shows you a little love for it.

wc: 883

a/n: yay! first time uploading Mel content! decided to edit this scrap from not too long ago into a fic for her. sorry I haven't uploaded on here in a minute, got caught up with life. enjoy!

a03: @calamitykills

She's seen you, parading around Jayce and Viktor. You were their assistant; everyone knew that. Sure, she's taken a liking to them, got to know them, formed a bond. But, still, there was you. Small but impactful; quiet and underappreciated.

She liked you. How your attraction is very clear to her but no one else. How you treat her like everyone else and don't put her on some pedestal just because she's a Medarda. Even if your interactions were brief, she liked you.

That's what strove her to your door tonight.

☆

You heard your doors being opened. These were unlikely hours for anyone to stroll through, except for maybe Viktor. Perhaps that's who that was.

“Viktor, if you're looking for your reports, I haven't had time to sort through them yet-”

Or perhaps not, as your eyes met Mel and certainly not Viktor. Your entire body shuddered and the hairs on your skin stood up.

“-I'm.. My apologies Ms. Medarda, I thought you were someone else.”

Before you could bow, Mel raised her hand to stop you. “No need to apologize, and no need for formalities either.”

She circled around you, and you have to admit you marveled at the sight of her. It took your breath away. Her baby pink nightgown was truly a sight for sore eyes, and you didn't dare tear away. What you didn't know was that she liked that.

Her eyes darted around your room while the sound of her careful calculated steps stopping drew you in, “I see the boys have you littered with their busy work.” Her gaze settles back to you with a rare warmth.

You cleared your throat. Right. Jayce. Viktor. She must have questions about the boys. Mel had your brain rattling with thoughts quicker than a cup of caffeine; and now you had to pretend to busy your thoughts to her endorsements.

You nod at her words. “Yes, the past couple weeks have been.. hectic so to say.”

Mel laughs briefly, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hectic may be an understatement, Ms. ________. Both Piltover and the Undercity are reaching new lows.” You laugh too. She certainly wasn't wrong about that.

“But,” Mel sighs a little, for a reason that probably won't ever be known to you. “That's not what I came here to talk about.” That piqued your interest.

The hand on your shoulder came up to cup your cheek. “I came here for you.”

The weight those words held were enough to make you lose your breath. Again. You couldn't even come to terms with it before the heat rose in your cheeks. Damn, Mel kept taking all your air away, didn't she?

“Me?”

“You.”

Time seemed to stop for a moment as Mel hesitated to push on. She looked for any signs of discomfort before almost nervously trudging on.

“I won't waste your time,” Mel's thumb glided over your lips. “But, lately you seem to be the one thing clouding my thoughts.. will you tell me why that is?”

“N-No, why ma'am?” Your voice was weak and so was your stammer.

“Because I know you imagine how I taste the same way I do you.”

Then, she claimed her prize. One peck turned into your lips dancing with one another. Not needy and hungry, but warm and sweet; just the sort of thing to keep your head spinning. It was heavenly.

You relished the way your lips mingled and the fuzzy feeling that formed in your stomach, before being knocked out of your trance by being bumped into your desk.

Mel's hand gently pushed you down in the midst of your confusion. Gods, she somehow got even hotter by being on top of you.

She was teasing you, her delicate fingers tracing the buttons to your blouse. You waited with bated breath. Mel got close, close enough to bite the shell of your ear and tantalizingly whisper into it.

“May I?”

You scoff. Did she even have to ask? You nodded soon after.

Mel chuckled at that. “Are you giving me attitude?” Her fingers quickly did it's way undoing your buttons. “Another reason for me to like you. No one has the guts to do that to me.”

She captured your lips into another kiss, drowning out any other thought that could possibly form.

☆

Small but impactful, quiet and underappreciated.

Tomorrow, you won't be known as that anymore. Everyone will soon find out that you slept with Mel Medarda and certainly bombard about it.

Everyone will know you, your name, and that doesn't matter to you.

Mel may be a Medarda but at the end of the day, she's a person.

You may be Jayce and Viktor's assistant, but at the end of the day, you're people.

People who love, fight, yearn, and hurt. And you happened to be a person who slept with another person.

A young, beautiful, and intelligent one.

#arcane #mel medarda #mel medara x reader #fluff #wlw #ao3 #lesbian #fanfic writing #<3 #mel x reader #kissing #first kiss #confession #soft mel medarda

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 2 years ago

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ok looking at artfight is literally giving me a headache i think i should be done for today

#went thru and updated. all of my characters #separated them by story/universe #updated a few of the descriptions (i HATE writing those though so. only some of them)#and drew new things for a handful of them #but . god damn i am so tired but i still have soooo much to do #gagaughhhhg #i always do this every year im like oog ive got plany off time and then its 3 days before the event and im SCRAMBLING #sigh #I JUST WANT THEM TO OPEN EARLY TEAM REGISTRATION ALREADY. GUH #sorry guys im gonna be sooooo annnooying about my ocs for the next month. get ready #ill go back to drawing trigun when artfight is over #danny devito voice hold on im shifting into oc mode #god. i also updated my global permissions and added links to all my pinterest boards and character tags on my sideblog...#AND playlists for those that have them... fuck dude #i think this year im gonna focus on like. jus doing headshots.#bc i get into this slump of like. the mindset that Everything i make for artfight has to be perfect and #make it a huge massive piece with a background and shading and everything #but that takes sooooo much energy out of me. im gonna focus on doing a lot of little things.#i wanna draw somthing for every character i have bookmarked i think. as long as theyre on the other team #i also think i wanna try drawign more anthro/furry characters. for practice. i like drawing animals its fun #which is. fitting. for the werewolf year lmao #so. hey. if u or a friend are on team werewolf this year and want me 2 draw one of ur little guys.#no guarantee bc my energy gets soooo spotty and i want to save it for the ones i rlly wanna do #but like. im always open 2 suggestions. especially for artfight #send me ur little guys if i think theyre cool i gotchu.#man. ive been looking at my computer all day i think i am going 2 go read my book. catkiss goodnight i love you #(<< i will still be on tumblr probably. but that felt fitting.)#blahblahblah

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thedrotter · 28 days ago

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comparison!! yuu as I drew him in 2024, february 5th; and this panel from my latest post that just so happened to be drawn in february 5th 2025...

it has been a full year since i started to draw re:kinder like crazy www when drawing yuu i'd always reference one of my own drawings of him for consistency, yet even the way i draw him changed quite a lot www

but im very happy with it😊😊 thought id share this since im amused by the evolution of it

#my art #re:kinder #yuuichi mizuoka #that also happened to be the starting point where i started to draw rekinder like crazy #not the first time i drew it #but it was when my mind had finally set on. “yo...this...this is so peak i need to draw it really bad i have so many visions”#god bless you rekinder and thank you mr parun #imma be so real i have. GENUINELY no idea what i would be drawing if i hadnt played rekinder #what i was into drawing a lot beforehand was Earthbound but. unfortunate events happened that. kind off have soured it for me #even now im still shaken up by thay so . i dont think i would have really gone back to drawing it as intensely imma be real #so with that YEAH i have no idea what id be doing?? drawing my ocs maybe idk but what would i be doing with my brain #rekinder has become such a big comfort and part of my life now that its hard to imagine howd it be if i didnt play it #like indulging in something that comforts me in that way really helped me cope with my illness so. i genuinely dont know what id been doin #anyway fun fact i think its very apparent but the only thin that has stayed the exactly th3 same is the color scheme #which may sound strange but whenever i draw a new character im not one to color pick much rather i pick colors out for myself #in some cases its for value adjustments where id see it fit but mostly i think picking my colors making them my own is part of my style www #dunt know how to explain it but point is the colors have stayed exactly the same www #ITS FUNNT BECAUSE I STILL FOLLOW THE SAME METHODOLOGY I DID WHEN DRAWIN YUU LAST YEAR #i know visually they look different but i see my art with my hands #like. im not good at all remembering things visually and the way i make things stick is via hands and the way ive drawn yuu is the same #hand memory disc.... i think a good chunk of my long term memory is registered through my hands #i think if my hands were to be chopped off i would forget how to speak #but does that imply that if my hands were to be consumed or sewed onto someone elses arms they would gain the knowledge i save there #or is my elbow or full arm is needed to achieve that connection... like what if the rest of the arm if like. the torso to the brain of the h

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emily-mooon · 8 months ago

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Jancy Weekend Day 4: AU

I’ve had the ocean on the brain due to it being summer, one of the teams for artfight this year is seafoam (which I love btw and hoping is the team that wins), and cause of my blogs theming, so I thought it fitting to draw them in a mermaid au! (that also takes place in the 19th century because I said so)

I’ve also just been itching to draw the ocean again. It was fun the last few times I did it and I haven’t had any ideas on what to draw in relation to it (until now)

#if I had a nickel for everytime I drew one half of a ship I love as a mermaid and the other a 19th century sailor I’d have two nickels #which isn’t a lot but it makes sense why it happened twice #the new doodle style is back but that’s cause I have NO time to do anything more grand #I work a lot these next few days and I don’t have a ton of free time on my hands at #the moment #I will try to do the other days and post them late but we’ll see #btw I used the scoops ahoy uniform as a reference for like the colours and a tiny bit of the design #for the sailor uniform Jonathan’s wearing #I thought it would be kinda clever to do #stranger things #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #jancy #jancyweekend #mermaid au

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lulu2992 · 1 year ago

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Where are they? What are they drinking? What is she saying? Why is he smiling? Is this a “No Cult AU”? If it is, why did I bother drawing all of John’s tattoos anyway?

I don’t know... I visualized this scene, drew it almost immediately, and it made me happy.

It still does :)

And I did it! One year later, I’m done posting all the “old” drawings I said I would post! :D

#I have more old(er) drawings to be honest #I’ll see if I ever feel like posting at least some of them one day #but first... the newer ones!#john seed x deputy #taylor rook #my deputy #is she even a deputy here? no idea #john seed #I probably drew his tattoos because to me john isn’t really john without them #my art #fan art #traditional art #digital coloring #far cry 5 #story: 'I don’t know I just felt like drawing this'#drawn in january 2023 #I tried something new for this one #first I painted the whole thing black #then I erased john’s shirt because I knew I wanted it to be the lightest part #then I duplicated that layer and erased their skin because I knew it was going to be the second lightest part #then I continued to move from lightest to darkest until there was nothing left to erase #I set the opacity of all the layers #made some adjustments #added shadows and highlights #finally I painted some blue and pink spots and played with the settings until I was happy with the result :)#also I really how their hands look here!

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kerizaret · 1 year ago

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Let's run to a new world together!

#the new outfits!!!! they're so gorgeous!!! I'm in love #they all look more grown up and mature and i feel like it shows their development so well #i had to draw them #actually i screwed up and drew ruis pose while forgetting i CANNOT SEE THAT SIDE OF HIS OUTFIT. So. His fit is mostly speculation HDHSH #i do regret not doing it in colour but also was worried I'd screw it up so. b&w it is #I feel bad for having emu so far behind but I wanted to reference the fact they had to convince her to join them as freelancers #and she almost stayed behind #that's also why tsukasa is holding her hand as if pulling her with them #Rui is holding out a hand as if pointing them the direction to go in because it was bis idea to go freelancing #its the little things #they make me insane #prsk #prsk art #prsk fa #wonderlands x showtime #wxs #tenma tsukasa #kamishiro rui #kusanagi nene #otori emu #kerizart

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sweet-beezus · 10 months ago

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Character redesigns and misc. Thoughts™ of the neglected

#sham's art #shamsbabs #billy #kimberly #evan #peadar #fíodóir #iliana #eden #loki #not too set on kimberly and evan's redesigns yet #i just kinda drew them based on how they were originally designed tbh just to see if i could work with it #needs more zest tbh but i will figure that out later #eden on the other hand... i'm feeling what i've got going for them #i've been stuck on their design since 2019 and FINALLY i know what their vibe is #i'll hopefully do a full thing later when i start on my lil reference project #for now i've got many a different thing to worry about #and then loki is here too #i love him one of my more underrated efforts to make a silly guy tbh #i've considered him an oc at this point my lil scrunkly now babey #the rest is just whatever came to mind #i'm on a citizen soldier kick and i'm taking it out on the gorlie once more #what else is new #wheeeee anyway that's it lmao i will now be returning to my hovel #digital doodles #shipwrecked 64 oc #spidersona #kingdom hearts oc #khdr oc

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luwha · 10 days ago

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Not telling y'all that you should be able to identify AI slop (but it is a valuable skill, you totes should), but if you're to be accusing artists of being AI left and right at least go and do your homework, or at least do the bare minimum and use AI identification tools like Hive Moderation, so you 1- don't ruin someone's lifehood 2- don't make a clown out of yourself maybe

Like, i get it, AI slop and "AI artists" pretending to be genuine is getting harder and harder to identify, but just accusing someone out of the blue and calling it a day doesn't make it any better.

The AI clowns shifted to styles that have less "tells" and the AI arts are becoming better. Yeah, it sucks ass.

They're also integrating them with memes, so you chuckle and share, like those knights with pink backgrounds, some cool frog and a funny one liner, so you get used to their aesthetic.

This is an art from the new coming set Final Fantasy for MtG. This is someone on Reddit accusing someone of using AI. From what i can tell, and i fucking hate AI, there is NO AI used on this image.

As far as i can tell and as far as any tool i've used, the Artist didn't use AI. which leads to the next one:

they accused the artist of this one of using Ai. the name of this artist is Nestor Ossandon.

He as already been FALSELY ACCUSED of using AI, because he drew a HAND THAT LOOKED A LITTLE WEIRD, which caused a statement from D&D Beyond, confirming that no AI has been used.

Not to repeat mysef, they're accusing the art above, that is by Nestor, to have used Ai.

REAL artists are not machines. And just like the AI slop, we are not perfect and we make mistakes. The hands we draw have wonky fingers sometimes. The folds we draw are weird. But we are REAL. We are real people. And hey, some of our "mistakes" sometimes are CHOICES. Artistic choices are a thing yo.

If you're to accuse someone of using Ai, i know it's getting hard to identify. But come on. At least do your due diligence.

#no #i will not “tag” the Ai artists of the catsune miku and the cat cux for all i care AI artists can go to hell and burn #but like #there are many of them #and when you figure out how to spot ai and how the AI generate the images #please trust me on this one #it gets super easy to ident like 80% of most of it #the catsune miku is the HARDEST to ident so far #because it did something out of the ordinary #but otherwise the others have very easy tells #they're trying to mimic styles like watercolors and acrylic #that have blurred edges #and impressionism #that have undefined shapes #so theyr “mistakes” pass as intention #but that's besides the point #what i want here is people to just think a little but before randomly accuse people #cuz it's really getting out of had #and god i do love seeing an AI artist getting their wig yanked out of their fucking scalp for pretending to be a human #but y'all need to know when to do it #some of you don't know how to behave and it shows man

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moonsgemini · 4 months ago

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nobody knows - rafe cameron

summary: a secret relationship between the kook king the sweet innocent kook & bathroom sex

warnings: 18+, cursing, reader being jealous, alcohol, SMUT, slight choking, semi public sex, pinv

an: hiiii hope y’all enjoy <3 this is a lil shorter than my usual stuff. I need drew starkey bad !! Might turn this into it’s own lil universe

This party was going to kill you. The scene in front of you calling for you to do something irrational. It was almost as if he wanted you to accidentally spill wine on Lindsey’s head.

The way her hand constantly found a place on his bicep has you gripping your glass a little tighter. The friendly smile on Rafe’s lips not helping ease your jealousy. Neither was the way he kept leaning down so he could hear her better, as if they were at a rave. It was a fairly small party for crying out loud there was no need for that.

If you had super powers the entire back yard would be lit up in flames with the way you were glaring at the pair. Of course he also wore that shirt you loved on him. The one you had mentioned on multiple occasions that it was your favorite.

You wished you could go over there and yank him down by the collar and smush your lips against his. Let everyone know that it’s your name he’s moaning at night and his lips and body that have your coming undone almost every night.

You wished everyone knew exactly what was going on between the two of you. Then you wouldn’t have to disguise your jealousy as a head ache. You knew it was because of you that the two of you snuck around but you’re starting to want things to change. You couldn’t stand the sight of your man giving another woman attention.

“Garrett is such a dick I can’t believe I didn’t dump him sooner,” Your friend Nessa mumbled.

You hummed and nodded in agreement while finishing off the last of your wine. Not really paying attention to what your friend was saying.

“You’ve been quiet today. More than usual, all good?” Nessa asked.

You nodded, “Yeah just have a head ache again.”

“Then lets get you another glass, being drunk will help with that,” Nessa grabbed your hand. She led you back over to the small cocktail bar that was set up which was right past Rafe and Lindsey.

As the pair of you passed them you pretended not to see Rafe. Obviously Rafe’s eyes followed you, not really paying attention to whatever the girl in front of him had been yapping about.

He was trying this new thing where he wasn’t going to be an asshole to people. Unless they deserved it obviously, but it was really fucking hard when all he wanted to do was talk to you. The old him would have just ditched her mid sentence but that’s not who he wanted to be.

He watched as you poured yourself some more wine, your friend going on about something as you nodded along. His pretty girl always being the best listener.

After a minute you said something to your friend before walking into the house. After a few seconds Rafe said something about going to the bathroom and left the babbling blonde behind. He didn’t care he wanted to find you.

When he stepped inside he saw your half empty wine glass on the kitchen counter. He walked down the hall to the guest bathroom and knocked.

“I’ll be out in a minute Ness!” You shouted from behind the door.

“It’s Rafe,” he said.

The locked clicked and the door opened to reveal your pretty frame. You had chosen to wear that dress he loves in the color he loves on you. He wasn’t the only one who chose what they’re wearing for a specific reason. You poked your head out and looked both ways before tugging him inside by the collar of his shirt. He chuckled at your antics

“Don’t you think it looks more suspicious if we’re in here together?” He smirked with a raised brow. In all honesty he didn’t really give a fuck if people saw you two together but he knows you aren’t ready.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s not like you were flirting it up out there with Lindsey.”

His smirk widened at the realization that you were jealous. He liked how around everyone you were always sweet and polite, sometimes even a little timid. But with him it was a different story. He loved the way you talked back to him and rolled your eyes at him. He loved the dirty things that sweet innocent mouth said to him when he was relentlessly fucking you.

“You jealous baby?” He stepped forward so the small of your back hit the counter.

Your scowl deepened as you crossed your arms, “No.”

He reach up stroked your cheek gently. His eyes going down to your lips, “You being a tough girl now. Come on baby you know she doesn’t have anything on you.”

Your scowl softened, “Well it doesn’t matter because it’s not like she knows that.”

Rafe leaned forward and kissed your cheek then your jaw and continued his way down to your pulse point, “I’ll let her know, we can let everyone know princess. I can fuck you right here right now.”

You gasped at his words and at the scrape of his teeth on the sensitive skin of your neck, “Rafe,” you practically moaned.

“Doesn’t sound like you’re too opposed to that,” His finger slipped under your dresses strap and pulled it down. His lips kissing the newly exposed skin as he went down to your chest, “Make you scream my name as I bend you over.”

You wanted to talk back to him but you couldn’t as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands had moved down your waist and to your thighs. Slowly dragging his fingertips up them until he plucked at your stringy underwear letting it snap back against your skin. He made you such an incoherent mess and you loved it.

With everything in you you mustered back a reply, “You sure you want Lindsey to hear.”

He chuckled against the top of your breasts that were exposed. His fingers now pressing against your wet clothed cunt.

“It seems like you want her to hear baby,” He pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed soft circles, “look at how wet you are huh. My dirty girl.”

A whimper escaped your lips at the sensation. His fingers slipped under your tiny panties and he slid them through your sopping cunt and groaned against your neck, “God I love how you feel.”

You tugged his face up to meet your desperate eyes as you pulled him in for a kiss. You both moaned at the feeling. You loved when Rafe fucked you but you loved kissing him even more. His fingers picked up the pace a little against your throbbing clit. You could feel your wetness dripping down your legs.

“Please let me fuck you right here baby,” He mumbled against your lips, “I’ll do it so good. I’ll make you cum all over my cock.”

That whole being more nice thing Rafe was working on never applied to you. You were probably the only person on the island who had ever heard the kook king say please and thank you. Sometimes he even practically begged to fuck you or eat you out. You lived for it. It made your skin tingle and your tummy flutter.

You nodded your head, “Yes Rafey.”

He pulled his fingers away from you and practically shoved them into your mouth. You loved it though, tasting yourself on his long thick fingers. Your tongue licking them clean. He bit his lip and groaned with hooded eyes. Rafe was utterly obsessed with you.

He pulled his fingers out with a pop and leaned in capturing your mouth in his in another searing kiss. It was sloppy and made your head spin. He pulled away spinning you around. Your hands landed on the counter to steady yourself as he hiked your dress up to your waist.

Rafe gave your ass a firm squeeze and took a few seconds to admire you on this position. He loved that he could still see your pretty face in the mirror, he could see just how fucked you were for him. Your swollen lips, hooded eyes, and messy hair all because of him. It made his heart beat faster and his ego grow. He loves that no one else has known you in this way until he came around.

You watched as he began to undo his pants and pull his thick cock out. You whimpered at the sight of him stroking himself a few times. Grabbing the tiny string of your panties he pulled it to the side before lining himself up with you.

“You’re a fucking dream,” He groaned as he slipped his tip in. The warm wetness of your pussy making him throw his head back. Slowly he slotted himself in you. The feeling of you clenching around him already getting him so close.

“Fuck you’re coming home with me,” He groaned as he began moving in and out.

You nodded with hazy lust filled eyes. You’d do anything he asked of you. The feeling of him stretching you out was out of this world. You didn’t understand how he was always able to hit that spot that had your back arching and mouth forming into an o.

He fucked you as quietly as he could. Rafe didn’t give a fuck if people heard but he knew you did. It’s not like you were embarrassed of Rafe and he knew that. It would just make things complicated if people knew. There’d be constant prying and knit picking at everything you two did and how you acted.

“Oh Rafe,” you mumbled standing up so your back was against his chest. He groaned and wrapped one of his hands around your throat. Your head fell back against his shoulder.

Rafe’s other hand found it’s way to your chest. He pinched one of your nipples and squeezed your breast. He did the same thing to the other one before sliding down your stomach and to your clit. He rubbed circles as he continued to thrust into you.

He moved the hand that was around your throat to hold your jaw. Tugging your head down to look in the mirror.

“You see that baby, He nodded towards your reflection, “see how good you look when I’m inside you. My girl takes me so damn well.”

“I-I mmmph oh Rafe,” you mumbled incoherently but he knew what you were trying to say. He could tell you were close by the way you tightened around him and the way you dripping down him.

“I know,” He groaned, “I’m there too.” A loud moan began escaping you but rafe moved his hand up quickly to cover your mouth.

“Shit look at you, no one will ever compare. Fuck I’m all yours,” He grunted.

Your moans were muffled by his big hand as you came. He wasn’t farm behind as he buried his face in your neck as he came inside you.

“Well we’ve never done that before,” you giggled.

He huffed a laugh, “I’m pretty sure we’ve done that plenty of times before.”

You shook your head, “We’ve never done it in a bathroom at a party.”

He smirked as he pulled out of you and adjusting your clothes for you. He gave your ass a gentle slap, “I should make you jealous more often.”

You rolled your eyes and turned around to face him, “So what if I was jealous.”

He kissed you, “You have nothing to be jealous of. I’m yours.”

You smiled softly as your heart swelled, “Rafe maybe we should tell people.”

His eyes widened slightly, “Really?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his excitement, “mhmm I want to go on dates here in town. I want to be the one who has your attention all night and when I get too drunk you drive me home.”

He smiled, “Sounds perfect.”

After fixing yourselves to look presentable again you opened the door and led Rafe out not really thinking. But before you could even step through the doorway you were face to face with Lindsey who had a scowl on her face.

“Finally,” she rolled her eyes but then she saw the person standing behind you, “oh that’s where you disappeared to?” that scowl never leaving her.

Rafe nodded with a smirk, “My girl needed me.”

You blushed as you stepped past her with Rafe’s hand in yours with smiles plastered on both your faces.

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