#eh i don't really like how it turned out but here we go

[noonartist]

some other versions under the cut

[chuluoyi]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

- zayne x reader

husband and wife, at the pinnacle of their love. on a night filled with wonders, you will know that he sees only you and everything that you are

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—fluff, explicit smut: slightly rough & drunken sex, fingering, missionary. you and zayne have a daughter (her name is meirin!)

note: god what have i written... the anniversary banner pv made me do it T^T anyhow, this is also a direct prequel to the upcoming angst fic in the name of love :))

“Whoa, so that’s Dr. Zayne and his wife...”

Soft whispers rippled through the crowd the moment you and your husband stepped into the pristine ballroom, all eyes subtly drawn to your arrival.

Tonight, you were accompanying Zayne to Akso Hospital’s anniversary dinner party. His sharp gaze and immaculate three-piece suit made a striking impression. Naturally, you matched his sophistication in every way—your flowing black dress accentuated your figure, while your hair styled into an elegant updo.

A sight for sore eyes, that was what the two of you were.

“Mind your step,” he murmured softly, his voice reassuring as the two of you gracefully ascended the stairs. His left arm wrapped around your shoulder, and you couldn’t help but notice the envious gazes of the ladies fixed on you.

“How does such a perfect couple even exist?”

“She’s so pretty… Of course, Dr. Zayne only wants the best.”

“Oh! And I’ve heard they already have a daughter too!”

A smile curled on your lips, a subtle boost of confidence washing over you as their murmurs reached your ears. You felt giddy too—on most days, you were a hunter in a life-and-death situations, rough and rugged. But tonight, draped in elegance and arm-in-arm with Zayne, you felt like a princess.

“Don’t smile that wide...” he suddenly whispered to your ears, a twinkle in his hazel eyes. “You’ll look like Meirin when she’s munching on her cookies.”

You shot him a frown. “Wha?”

“All those praises are going straight to your head.” Even in a prestigious event like this, Zayne couldn’t resist teasing you. “Sooner or later, it’ll get too big for me to handle.”

Fixing him with an unimpressed glare, you deadpanned, “Shush, you!”

When you reached the main hall, the buzz of conversation and clinking glasses filled the air, blending with the elegant music playing in the background. The hospital director, an elderly man with a warm smile, greeted you both along with his wife.

"Zayne, thank you for coming," he said, shaking your husband's hand and giving him a light pat on the shoulder. His gaze then turned to you. "Ah, this must be the stellar hunter wife of Dr. Zayne. You look absolutely radiant, madam."

"Ah, please don't call me that..." You mustered your most polished facade, supplying a soft, graceful laugh.

The director's wife grinned and added, "Why didn’t you bring your daughter here? Everyone’s looking forward to finally meet her already."

"She's a handful," Zayne immediately replied with a smile, his tone warm and affectionate. "And she gets fussy when her bedtime nears, so we decided to leave her with my in-laws tonight."

The director let out a hearty guffaw. "No matter how fussy she is, she must be really adorable with a mother this beautiful, eh?"

Throughout the night, it was a compliment you frequently heard. While you were flattered, a thought lingered in the back of your mind—what were your husband's true thoughts about all this attention to you?

Zayne was keenly aware of how captivating you were.

There was a surge of pride whenever he had you on his arm. Just like any man out there, he too wanted to show his hot wife off and flaunt her so everyone could see, as if saying: This is my woman.

But he too knew that it was in a human's nature to covet what they didn't have. And it was rightly proven when he stepped away for just a moment, only to return and find you engaged in conversation with a man.

The hospital director's son, no less.

"Miss, I've heard you're part of the Hunter Association?" he asked you inquisitively. "What a noble profession it is! Keeping all of us here safe on daily basis."

You responded demurely, "And those in Akso do the same, don’t they?"

Your conversation was harmless, and Zayne was a rational man, so he didn’t feel the need to intervene. He just made sure his gaze was on you every so often.

But when the director’s son began persistently offering you drinks, filling your glass time after time, Zayne's patience began to wear thin. The sight of the man’s insistence grated on him, stirring a possessive unease he couldn’t entirely ignore.

. . .

You could’ve sworn your vision swam a little after the third glass of alcohol. The warm buzz coursing through you also made everything seem a little brighter, and left you feeling just slightly off-balance.

"Miss, the white wine here is the best—" the man standing before you declared with a convincing grin, swirling the bottle in front of you. "Don't you want to try some?"

"Ah, no, sir..." you replied with a polite laugh, raising a hand in subtle refusal. "I've already had whiskey and gin just now—"

"Just a little! You really have to try it!"

You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck as the alcohol already coursing through your system made your cheeks flush. You didn’t even like alcohol much and only drank socially, but this was the very son of your husband's boss. Refusing outright seemed rude—

“Can you kindly not make her drink too much?”

Or so you thought, until your knight in three-piece suit suddenly stepped in and saved you from your plight.

Zayne’s tone was gentle yet firm, his words striking an authoritative balance. He flashed a placating smile. “My wife doesn’t have a very high tolerance.” Swiftly, he grabbed the glass from your hand and, without missing a beat, downed its contents in one go.

“If you’re looking for a drinking partner, let it be me instead.”

You knew better than anyone that your husband didn’t have a particularly high tolerance for alcohol either. Yet, for the next 30 minutes, you watched, equal parts impressed and concerned, as he matched the man drink for drink, deflecting further offers directed your way with a subtle, protective grace. Though Zayne’s words remained measured, you could see the flush creeping up his neck.

And soon, you’d witness just how far his limits had been pushed.

“Zayne! Are you alright?”

Worry laced your voice as you placed both hands on Zayne's cheeks, your brow furrowing in concern. Somehow or another you managed to drag your husband away and led him to the hotel room.

The warmth of his skin was unmistakable, and his face contorted in discomfort as the vertigo hit him full force. “Oh no, what have you done? Why did you even drink that much!?”

“I’m fine,” Zayne grumbled, his voice thick.

“You’re drunk!” You couldn't help but scold him as you started pulling off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt, trying to help him breathe easier. “You can’t even handle alcohol properly, and yet you’re trying to keep up with him...”

To Zayne, your voice somehow felt comforting. His mind was hazed, but your touch—your hand against his neck—felt like a cool splash of clarity.

His pretty wife... The dizziness was making it hard to stay upright, but the sight of you grounded him, and he instinctively leaned into you—

“Zayne—!”

You barely managed to catch his weight, instinctively wrapping your arms around him. He was so warm against you, his breath uneven, not to mention the slight tremor in his body. "Are you alright?!" you asked in a flurry. "Oh, let me get you some water—"

"You talk too much..." Zayne murmured, his words slurred as everything around him swayed.

Gripping your shoulder to steady himself, his unfocused gaze lingered on you, drawn to the curve of your lips, the delicate line of your neck, and the outline of your cleavage.

How can he have a wife this ravishing and do nothing?

And suddenly, he was sober. Very sober.

Or maybe not. It was simply just him finally giving in to his desires.

In one go, he seized your wrist, yanking you against him with sudden force— and with a quick tilt of your startled, precious face, he devoured your lips in heat.

"—!" It was like a spark igniting, burning through every thought. His mouth was urgent, demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to feel the rush of your closeness. His kiss was intoxicating—almost overwhelming—as he tangled his fingers in your hair, tilting your head to gain better access.

Zayne's hands moved to your back, pulling you into him, so close that the heat of his body pressed against yours. Then those sinful hands wandered to your hips, guiding you toward the desk. With reckless urgency, he swept everything off the surface, sending objects crashing to the floor with a sharp clang and made you sit on it.

"Ah, Zayne, you—!" You accidentally pushed him back, and he growled the moment your lips parted.

"Are you trying... to escape?" His gaze turned dark with lust, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. "Why? Isn't this exactly how you wanted me to be...?"

In that moment, you gulped as your heart thundered in your chest. What was even happening now? How did it escalate into this?

You stuttered, eyes widened, "Z-Zayne..."

But your husband had shed all traces of his usual composed self. In the haze of his muddled thoughts, he was driven purely by need. He swiftly removed his glasses, tossing them aside without a second thought, and this time—

His lips went straight for your neck, which, unbeknownst to you, had looked so enticing to him all evening.

"Hahh..." His breathy grunts were hot against your skin and his touch no longer gentle but firm and possessive. His mouth moved with a mix of hunger and desperation, and you struggled to contain the moans as his hands slipped inside your dress, and—

A shiver ran down your spine when he spread your legs, and you couldn’t help the titillating gasp that escaped when inserted his two of his fingers in you all at once, edging you.

"Ungh, ngh! Hah—" Your body jerked and you clung to him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. Zayne wasn't usually this brash, but tonight it was as if a screw had come loose.

"Louder," he commanded in your ear, and your heart pounded at his authoritative voice. He pushed his digits deeper as if punishing you, that you yelped. "Do not hold back."

He lifted you by your waist, effortlessly pressing you against the small table by the window. You were on the 20th floor, the world below far out of sight, but the thought that anyone might catch a glimpse was somehow... thrilling.

"I-I'm close—" you stammered, and the moment you did, your husband vigorously moved his fingers inside your squelching folds, "A-ah!"

The room felt smaller, the air thicker. The way your walls took his fingers alone made your thoughts scatter, and when you came undone on him, you latched onto him, your head resting against his chest as your breaths came in shaky, uneven gasps. "Z-Zayne... please..."

He pulled out his fingers, looked at your cum coating them, and brought them to your lips. You, still trembling, sucked the essence off with teary eyes.

Sweaty, disheveled, lips swollen and cheeks flushed... how he had reduced you into this state was gratifying.

Zayne’s gaze darkened, his breath heavy as he stared down at you. "Are you ready to take me now?"

You nodded.

He gave you a small smirk, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw gently. "Good girl."

He lifted you over to the bed, and you gasped in surprise as he tossed you onto the soft sheets, the motion quick but not unkind. You barely had time to react before his intense gaze locked onto yours, his presence domineering above you.

“Spread your legs.”

Was this man really your husband? Sometimes, you still struggled to reconcile the tender part of him and the man consumed by a unrestrained intensity before you now.

By now you had swallowed all shame and did so. You wanted to look away, but then unable to when the sight before you caught your breath—

All the while, he had his eyes on you. Zayne pulled at his tie with deliberate intent, then he shed his suit pieces, casting them to the floor with a casual abandon, before undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, revealing his bare chest altogether.

Your husband looks so hot. The way he gazed at you throughout it all too...

He glanced at the space between your legs. “Wider.”

You complied, letting your face burn impossibly hotter, anticipating him.

He eased in slowly, starting with just the tip. You whimpered at the intrusion.

"Hurts?" he questioned with a frown.

"No," you refuted quickly, desire too burning in your gaze as you met his eyes. "I can take more."

You arched your back as Zayne sank deeper, his full length filling you. A moan tumbled from your lips as your walls clenched in response, and he pushed himself completely inside you.

"Hah..." You inhaled sharply, giving yourself a moment to adjust to his entire length, and seeing you like that, your husband cradled the side of your face with his palm.

"So beautiful..." Zayne whispered, his glazed gray-hazel eyes fixed on your spent face. His other hand clasped yours, pinning it beside your head. "My wife... is so incredibly beautiful."

It was heart-fluttering to know that your husband found you pretty. Everyone might compliment you the same way, but his were the only one that truly mattered. After seven years of marriage, your heart still skipped a beat every time he held your gaze like this.

Without warning, Zayne started to move his hips. Your moans got louder and unabashed as his movements were slow at first, before he picked up the pace and thrusted in and out of you with fervor.

"Ahhh!" You threw your head back as his thick cock messily dragged itself against your walls. In, out, in out— Stars began to blur your vision, your nails digging into his shoulder as you reached for him.

You could see that excited glint in his eyes, the lust exploding at the sight of you. He watched you intently, savoring the way unbound desire twisted your face, each mewl you made filling the air. Your thoughts turned into puzzle pieces—

Thrust. So full, you are.

Thrust. What if... this time— you become pregnant again?

Thrust. That would be... nice. You can call it “New Years’ baby.”

Everything was incoherent. Teetering on the edge of consciousness, each hit to that one spot sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, pushing you to the brink of tears and screams.

Then, unexpectedly, he reached his climax first. His cum shot through, filling your womb to the brim in spurts after spurts, and you cried, trembling beneath him. Your release followed suit though, and you went limp in the aftermath.

Zayne collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around him, burying your head in the crook of his neck, his name still falling off your lips as a whisper in his ear, a gentle song laced within moans. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, panting heavily against you.

“I love you.”

The world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a tangled web of desire.

The first thing he heard was your whimper.

With a groan, Zayne cracked his eyes open the morning after, instantly recognizing the dull ache in his head—it was a hangover. But before he could press his hands to his temples, his gaze fell on you, curled up in a blanket next to him.

And the whimper came again, and it tugged at something deep inside him.

“What’s... wrong?” he asked in a groggy voice, turning toward you, his hand instinctively reaching for you despite the pounding headache. “Are you alright...?”

You blinked up at him, a flicker of resentment in your gaze, and Zayne gathered you into his arms. The events of last night came back to him in fragments, and realization dawned on him.

“Are you... sore?” he murmured, concern edging his tone.

“I hate you,” you retorted in a scratchy voice, mushing your head in his shoulder. Zayne widened in slight surprise, pulling you closer into his embrace.

“Is that it...? I’m sorry...”

He gently patted your head and back, trying to soothe you. The sight of you—vulnerable and distressed—made his heart tighten with a pang of guilt. Just how rough had he been with you last night?

“There, there, it’ll pass...” he said quietly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “It’s normal... because we went longer and more vigorous than usual... Probably just mild irritation in your—”

“Don’t pull medical facts on me,” you muttered sullenly, weakly punching his chest. A smile made its way to his face at your mini attack.

“But it’s true though?”

How endearing. He couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his chest, his heart softening at the sight of you, even in your grumpy state.

And in that moment, Zayne thought, nothing could've possibly ever shatter his world ever again.

[astonmartinii]

feel you | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem blind!reader

a long awaited reveal is more than meets the eye

MASTERLIST | LANDO NORRIS MASTERLIST

kymillman

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kymillman: a new pup in the paddock … and they belong to this mystery woman? she’s been seen in and around the mclaren hospitality so could she been the super secret girlfriend of one lando norris!

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user5: …. that’s it?

user6: yeah i’m kinda underwhelmed after this long of a soft launch

user7: does he know he’s lando norris? that he could get anyone he wants?

user8: well isn’t this comment section a barrel of laughs

user9: people on the internet be normal about f1 drivers challenge (failed)

user10: i mean she’s brave as fuck in my opinion because the way people are insane about him, oh i know her DMs will be horrifying

user11: also - yall actually don’t know these f1 drivers you know? your opinions on their love lives actually have no impact whatsoever

user12: shush you’re making too much sense for them

user13: hiding behind a bush i think she looks cute!

user14: also they’re clearly somewhat serious if they have a dog together

user15: i mean i wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been together a lot longer than we think - he knows some of his fans are crazy, it would make sense if he waited to show her off

user16: i feel so bad for them honestly

user17: since no one else is saying it… stunning!

user18: seriously how did he get her?

user19: maybe the lando norris charm does really work?

user20: as much as those sunglasses slay… did she take them off at any point this weekend?

user21: not as far as i have seen with like the broadcast and fanpage posts

user22: does this rub anyone else the wrong way?

user23: no i think it’s real snobby to not even take your sunglasses off to greet your boyfriend and his family

user24: also the way she just walked past everyone in the paddock, like not even turning her head to acknowledge fans or workers ???

user25: ugh i thought lando had gotten better with his love choices

yourusername

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yourusername: finally decided to turn up to ‘bring your gf to work day’

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user26: SLAY

user27: ohhh the unseen pics of lando… we’re being fed

user28: i need her to unleash the files

lando: love you baby

yourusername: i love you too !!!!

lando: i promise i’ll be out of this boring debrief soon…

yourusername: how boring can it be? you won?

lando: any room without you bores me

yourusername: oh!

yourusername: i’m sat next to your momma, she can see all of these comments

lando: whoops! eh, they’ve heard worse

yourusername: just hurry up, peaches is getting sleepy

lando: anything for my two girls

user29: they’re so stinking cute

user30: her being with his family constantly + peaches… how long have they actually been together

user31: well we can defo deduce that she’s been to the norris family home plenty of times

user32: too many times by the sound of it, poor cisca

carlossainz55: why have i been deprived of my peaches time?

yourusername: she’s been working mister - not everything is about you :P

carlossainz55: god forbid a guy wants to cuddle the cutest dog in the world

charles_leclerc: you are no longer welcome back in the ferrari garage

yourusername: but i am?

charles_leclerc: can peaches teach leo to actually listen to me please ???

lando: she’s not a miracle worker…

user33: is she ever gonna take those damn sunglasses off?

user34: ZERO respect for those around her

user35: and those comments about peaches 'working' ... omg reeks of those girls who claim emotional support animals because they think the rules don't apply to them

user36: yeah something weird is going on here

lando

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lando: weekends like this

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user39: the fucking sunglasses… yall are going to have to sedate me

user40: it’s a crime to be stylish now guys

user41: god a girl gets with an athlete and all of a sudden they’re ‘stylish’

yourusername: bestest weekend ever!

yourusername: after your race wins of course

lando: nice save there

yourusername: i didn’t save anything, you know i love being with you when you win

lando: and i love seeing your beautiful face when i get out of the car

lando: and the fact that you get all up in my sweat

yourusername: dude…

lando: sorry, it just slipped out after hiding for so long

yourusername: worth it in the end though

lando: anything is worth it for you

user42: yeah there’s something wrong with this girl

user43: “being with you” instead of you know watching him race… way to expose you’re with him for one reason and one reason only

user44: ding ding ding gold digger alert

user45: imagine being that desperate for a person and still being rude as fuck to his family/coworkers - not even taking off sunglasses or making eye contact

yourusername: omfg you people are pissing me the fuck off

yourusername: I’M BLIND?

yourusername: i prefer to wear sunglasses in new environments?

yourusername: take ‘be kind’ out of your bio because as soon as someone doesn’t conform to what you think lando deserves you are so fucking hateful

oscarpiastri: FUCKING FINALLY

oscarpiastri: obviously i wanted you to share your business but i was so ready to fight the people in these comment sections

lando: awwwww osc so protective

alexalbon: he’s not the only one

alexalbon: coming for y/n was bad enough but PEACHES AS WELL?

yourusername: the jobless hate to see a working girl

lando: oop.

user46: YALL ARE SO FUCKING DUMB

user47: peaches being a guide dog makes so much sense and the sunglasses thing was such a non controversy to like normal people ?

user48: y/n should’ve been allowed to shoot yall idc

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mclarenf1: look who’s back in the garage! y/n always has a unique race day experience, due to her visual impairment, y/n cann’ watch the race but she sure knows what’s going on! instead of having the commentary in her headset, she has the noise of lando’s car. based on the sound of the engine, upshifts, downshifts and braking, y/n knows exactly where he is on the track!

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user49: so she’s basically a superhero is what you’re telling me

user50: imagine being so in love with a boy you learn the sounds of his engine i can’t

lando: erm actually she loved the sport before she loved me

yourusername: but i love you even more now

lando: i know you do because you learnt the sounds of the … MCL36 for me

yourusername: guilty!

user51: THEY’VE BEEN TOGETHER THAT LONG?

user52: oh so they’re locked in for life?

lando: 100%

yourusername: we threw away the key a long time ago

maxverstappen1: this is so freaking cute

lando: you’ve known the whole time?

lando: you helped teach y/n to do this

maxverstappen1: still cute as fuck

yourusername: not as cute when i hear a big whack to the side from a certain red bull

maxverstappen1: just because I think yall are cute doesn’t mean I’m gonna give lando a break

user53: i’ve known about this couple for a couple weeks and i would already die for them

user54: they’ve raised the bar FAR too much for the remaining dating pool

user55: the men or women on hinge would NEVER do something like that for me

user56: yall speaking all about this like y/n isn’t moving mountains for lando… wtf does he do for her?

yourusername: not that i need to prove that he’s a good boyfriend to you guys but he does way more than you all think, including learning braille and completely rearranging any rooms i go into for optimal movement

user57: this comment just shot me in the face

yourusername: thank you guys for being the loveliest ever!!!

mclarenf1: anything for our no 1 fan

yourusername: not this peaches erasure

mclarenf1: i think she only likes us because everyone keeps slipping her treats…

lando: STOP BRIBING MY DAUGHTER

yourusername

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yourusername: my beautiful boy shot by me (yes i know he’s beautiful, a man with a soul like his has to be)

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user61: user61 found dead, cause of death: this post

user62: the way this is not dramatic at all lol

georgerussell63: you sure you want to be stuck with … that?

yourusername: i don’t like your tone mr russell

georgerussell63: does lando … have a soul?

yourusername: you’ve got ten seconds to delete that tweet before i strangle you

yourusername: and don’t think peaches won’t lead me to you

georgerussell63: bullying george russell… you people are made for each other

lando: ‘you people’? i’ll put you in the barriers

user63: i love how all of the photos are clearly taken by y/n because they’re slightly off centre

user64: omg i didn’t notice… if you go through loads of his old posts they all look like this :0

user65: they’re so in love

alexalbon: oh how i remember coaching lando to ask you out - how times fly

lando: when you’re having fun!

alexalbon: i was having fun, you were a trainwreck

lando: no i was SMOOTH

yourusername: you did your best

lando: but i didn’t even stutter?

yourusername: i could hear you shuffling constantly and wiping your hands on your trousers…

lando: but you love me now so WHO CARES

yourusername: yes i do!

lando: you what?

yourusername: i love you

lando: i love you tooooooooooooo

user66: they’re parents for real

user67: can’t believe some people wanted them to break up over SUNGLASSES

user68: at least there’s silence in these comment sections now

oscarpiastri: as much as i love you guys… y/n can you turn off the feature that reads the texts from lando aloud in my vicinity

yourusername: how was i meant to know what he wrote?

oscarpiastri: i’m not blaming you i’m blaming hIM

lando: my bad… winning makes me horny

yourusername: just winning?

lando: any you too. mainly you. just you

yourusername: HEHEHEHEHEHEHe

oscarpiastri: free me omg

fin.

note: AHHHHHHH I HOPE THIS IS FUN !!!

[deadsnakey]

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔? 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

—> Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott love to bother you, it's so obvious they hate you. Do they really, though?

Check out the request here!

—> Enemies to lovers, kind of... Fluff, a little angst possibly and two idiotic boyfriends who think bothering you very clearly means they like you.

★ Ok, this might be a little messy but just stay with me here.

★ since first year, mattheo thought you were so pretty and just adorable. though, he always kept his distance as much as possible.

★ it wasn't untill around third year that mattheo and Theodore started getting really close, eventually dating in 5th year.

★ but there was still a huge problem, you.

★ they both knew they liked you, they've talked about it voguely a few times and since then they've had to an understanding that you belong to them and no one else...even if you didn't know it yet.

★ unfortunately for you, they only knew one way to flirt; teasing and bothering you.

★ its not too long until you start trying to avoid them as much as possible, knowing you'll be teased relentlessly or the butt of their joke that you never found funny.

★ they always called you names like princess, sweetheart, doll or darling. nicknames in Italian from Theo that you didn't really understand.

★ Stealing your pencils, notebooks, homework or even your wand just to get your attention. They'd dangle it where you couldn't reach. Anything for your attention.

you were going to your last period of the day, hoping you'd be able to make it through without seeing them, the two boys. you've been lucky enough to go the whole day without seeing them but you still technically had two more hours before you'd be safe in your dorm for the night.

you've made it to class, and successfully made it through. walking through the halls, listening to music. your huffy puffy friend ended up stopping you for a few minutes to ask about the material you both were learning at the moment in potions.

once done, you quickly started walking again, about to press play on your music again when you feel someone lightly tap your shoulder. you sigh to yourself, hoping it wasn't the two boys whom you've been dreading of seeing; let alone talking to.

"hey, princess. where you've been lately? hm? avoiding us, weren't you?" mattheo taunted, a smirk stretched on the side of his lips.

you slowly blinked, in disbelief. "why? miss taunting your toy? can you guys just leave me alone? I've done nothing to you." they both huffed, "toy? is that how you really see it? you know it's quite saddening you'd think of us in such a way, darling." mattheo put his arm on theodore's shoulder, slighting leaning on it.

"yeah, okay." you harshly spat out, turning on your heel to get away from them. Theodore was quicker. he gently but firmly grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest making you stumble; your back now touching his clothed chest. you were quickly intoxicated with the smell of faint cigarettes and cinnamon.

"what? got nothing to say now, tesoro?", "don't call me that. and let me go!" you struggled. "someone's feisty, eh? c'mon, lets go to my dorm. I think we need to have a little chat with you." mattheo said, gently putting his hand on the top of your head in a genuine gesture as Theodore started walking, mattheo in front as he led the way and Theodore making sure you're not trying to escape from behind you.

★ safe to say, you were scared.

★ but they really did just want to talk to you. they confessed their feelings for you although you were confused. they hated you.

★ they explained that they didn't hate you, they were head over heels for you if anything. they just...had a really bad way of showing it, hence the constant and brutal teasing.

★ you were shocked. but you told them that they needed to give you some time, you told them as long as they toned it down and stopped being so cruel with their teasing and jokes and actually got to now them, you'd consider dating them.

★ They finally got your attention and they loved it.

★ after 4 awful months of torture from these two, it payed off.

★ fast forward to the end of sixth year, you developed feelings from them both and heavily overtime. that's when you told them that you had came to falling for them and would love to date them both; now that you felt ready.

★ they were soooo happy, definitely lots of affection from these two the rest of the day and night.

[szarina]

Can you make an yandere oliver aiku x chubby reader pls? 🙏

❝ A EMPTY CUP FOR YOU TO FILL. ❞

⚕ FEATURING. YANDERE! OLIVER AIKU

CONTENT WARNINGS. nothing extreme and mostly it's oliver flirting and attempting to seduce reader + trust issues + rejection + intern/journalist reader

SYNOPSIS. oliver have charmed many people in his life including you but you weren't too keen on giving up to his charms and oliver can accept it for the mean time and he would have you.

the first thing oliver notices on women is how pretty they are. their lashes fluttering like butterfly's wings. eyes that looks at him so adoringly that they say yes without him blinking and lips colored by the cutest shade of lipstick that leave marks on his skin and the body follows next. nobody's too ugly or pretty for aiku as long he likes them. everything's fine.

when oliver meet you, the first thing he notices is how warm your gaze are. the deep rich color of your eyes staring on his own mismatched colored eyes and oliver swear you knew all the darkest secrets he have for a minute. he didn't notice you at first. there were too many pretty gals walking around and he least expected you. the intern for the soccer journal waiting to get bits of his personal life for people to criticize including you cause this is what all about to be an athlete is for others to pick you apart.

“you lost, pretty girl?” is what aiku told you the first time you meet. his eyes wandering and taking every curve and dip that fills your work clothes. consisting of a navy blue fitted blouse and dark washed jeans accompanied with low-block heels.

a subtle raise of your eyebrow and the corners of your eyes crinkle at his words. “no. i'm not lost. i'm here for the interview.” his sight darts to the lanyard attached to your id. the word intern highlighted in big bold capital letters below your name. he licks his lips. it gets dry for some time and it won't be bad to steal a kiss from you, not when your lips looking so luscious. coated in a thin sheen of gloss.

“fire any questions, sweetheart. i'm going to answer them as honestly if possible.” a smug grin in his lips and you meet his eyes. staring right back at you. “that would be appreciated.”

it looks like you were immune to his charms. deflecting the subtle signs of him flirting and he knows you're not that oblivious to any of his advances and aiku enjoy a little bit of challenge and just like any other girls that plays hard to get, he'll crack them and you'll be wanting him like the others did. this interview will play right to his advances.

so the interview started and aiku began to show you off the textbook flirting and what kind of gentleman he can be. he brought you to a cafe that you like. you weren't really impressed by it. a interview with the former captain of the under 20 is much important than the person itself.

“you know, i'm only here for the interview. you don't need to bring me here. any place would be fine.” is what you say when you both settled down. “don't worry about that, my pleasure to make you comfortable.” cause aiku thought it would be the best. no annoying teammates to bother him and he knows how fond most women he dated to be taken in something as simple like the café.

“you know this won't work on me, right?” subtlety isn't one of your best attributes and you're running out of patience from how the simple questions you asked him relating to his career turns back on you. it didn't help that he was blatantly eye-fucking the girls passing outside while flirting with you.

“sharper than what i thought. you're a different kind of breed among women, eh? you're the career-driven one. you don't know how to have fun.” a amused scoff spilled past your lips. “we have the different definition of fun and it's not what you're thinking of.” you say nonchalantly, clicking your pen impatiently.

you're much tougher than you look. aiku mused. he looks outside before looking back at you. “say we have a deal. no bullshit from me and i'm giving you the dirt of my life.”

“and the catch?”

“let's hang out for a week.”

“deal.”

you didn't fight much and true to his words. the defender was compliant to all of your questions and his answers isn't what you expected to. there was a depth when you asked him what he thought of soccer and how it impacted him to this day as a athlete. it was another side of him and how passionate he was for the sport. you diligently worked on your notes. jabbing at your notepad at the important details and with the information he was giving you, you were going to write a article about him.

it was a week he spent so much fun without the attachment and for a second aiku forgot that he was supposedly seducing you but fuck the tables were turned around. he was the one being charmed by your little quirks. he lost count of how many times he was staring at your lips. it was calling out for him.

one rainy afternoon, you both ran in the streets of shibuya. the sudden downpour got you both seeking for shelter and was soaked to the bone and aiku brought you to his place. you wanted to refuse but gave up since you can't risk being sick.

aiku let you used his bathroom first and you began to stress about the change of clothing. just when you're about to stress about it, a spare of clothing was laid out for you outside the bathroom doors. aiku must left it for you and you roll your eyes. it's going to be a problem. the clothes were going to fit like a glove or else tighter. it flew right out of the window when you noticed what it was, it was his fucking jersey. well, it can work for now.

“fuck off.” you didn't give him the time to comment. your face warm and for some reason, it made you flustered to be seen in his jersey. a chuckle escaped past his lips. grinning and licking his lips at the sight of you wearing his jersey. some best decision he made last minute.

“just as i thought you couldn't be more sexier. you could wear this in my next match and by some miracle i'll be scoring goals just to show you off.” he pats the seat next to him and you settled down without a fuss. already used to his flirting. “we could work it out, you know.” he begins and you bite your lip.

“you're cool.” you paused for a moment. “but we know you're not the type to stay in a place, oliver.” aiku knows you're not referring to his place in the world but rather to his relationships. you keep him at arm's length but will never pursue any romantic relationships unless it's a platonic one and for the first time, it bothered him.

irritated at the way you keep rejecting his advances and it was true, he wasn't the one to stay for relationships but it was bad that he was bewitched by you. so utterly irresistible and tempting. he can't even tear his gaze off you.

“i value my relationships with others, oliver and i certainly don't want to ruin ours.” patting his cheek and letting the stubble in his face graze your palm. his smile falters a bit and it was starting to numb his face from how forced his smile is. you were just being honest.

he pulls you closer to his body. your soft curves molding on his hard ones. trapped in his arms while you laid beneath him. the coldness of your skin a contrast to his warmth and if aiku wasn't much of a playboy, you could have given him the chance but you can't bring yourself to risk it. any time he'll be back on his own ways and you will be left with nothing.

“we can go back to our own separate ways after this but i certainly won't let you go without doing this.” and he kisses you. a small mmph is you can muster. his tongue licking your lower lip and truth is, you're weak to such affection and you can only part your lips.

welcoming his tongue inside yours. it was much better than what oliver imagined. your lips pressed against his and when you gave the permission for him to kiss you deeply loses it. he savored it like it was the last time he was going to breath.

soft pants echoes in the silence of the room and you're both staring at each other's eyes. “that is all you're getting from me, oliver.” breathless and surrendering is the tone of your voice. you kept it this way cause if you let yourself fall for him, it would be like pouring water on a cup that is never going to be filled.

since when was the last time he got rejected and stung him like hell, he couldn't remember cause this was the first and oliver wasn't going to give up. you're going to be his, in his own way that you won't even notice it but for now, he's contented. his greed will come on later.

[engie-ivy]

When Remus is suddenly not a werewolf anymore, there's only thing that could've lifted his curse: True Love's First Kiss

But... which one was it?

All the Boys I Kissed Last Month

“I'm not a werewolf anymore.”

Lily almost chokes on her tea. “Sorry, what?”

“I'm not a werewolf anymore,” Remus repeats.

“What do you mean?”

“Last full moon, I was in the Shrieking Shack, waiting for my transformation, and then… nothing.”

Lily blinks. “How… how is that even possible?”

Remus looks down at his hands. “There's really only one way my curse could have been lifted…”

“And that is…?” Lily urges.

“True Love's First Kiss,” Remus replies. “What else could it be?”

Lily's eyes widen. “You always said the chances of even having a True Love were almost zero, let alone finding your True Love, let alone having and finding your True Love as a werewolf!”

Remus shrugs. “Well, almost zero is apparently not zero.”

“Oh, Godric!” Lily jumps from her chair and runs around the table over to Remus to wrap her arms around him. “You found your True Love! I can't believe it! That's amazing!” She lets go of Remus and looks at him. “So, who is it?”

Remus scratches his head. “Well, that's sort of the problem…”

“Here you go.” Remus hands James the parchment.

James looks up at him. “What's this?”

“My Potions essay. Just make sure you're not too obvious when you copy it, so Slughorn won't notice.”

“Really?” James jumps up from his chair. “Moons, honestly, you're such a life saver! Godric, I could kiss you! In fact, I will kiss you!”

James grabs Remus’ face between his hands and gives him a big smooch.

“Tada!” Marlene twirls around in her new skirt.

Remus claps his hands together. “You look so pretty! Dorcas won't know what hit her! I can't believe you're finally going on a date. I'm so proud of you, Marls.”

“Aaaw, Remmie,” Marlene gives Remus an endeared look. “You're so cute. Come here, give us a kiss.”

She pulls Remus in and plants a kiss on his lips.

“I had a great time tonight,” Benjy whispers.

“Eh, yeah, sure, it was fun,” Remus replies.

Benjy suddenly places his hands on Remus’ waist, but before Remus can properly react to that, he moves in and presses his lips against Remus’.

It takes a moment for Remus to register what's going on, and then he places his hands on Benjy’s shoulder and gently pushes him back.

“Benjy, what are you doing?”

Benjy looks taken aback. “Eh, kissing my date goodnight at the end of the date?”

Now it's Remus’ turn to be taken aback. “Wait, this was a date? I thought… I thought we were just hanging out as friends?”

“Remus, I literally asked if you'd like to go out with me!”

“You didn't specify going out as what!” Remus says defensively, though, he's starting to realize, okay, this one is probably on him. “But regardless,” he continues. “Benjy, you're great, and I had fun, but I really only see you as a friend.”

Benjy nods. “Can't say I'm not disappointed, but that's fair.”

Remus takes another shot of Firewiskey. He knows he probably shouldn't, he already had too much, but it's a Gryffindor House Party, and he just wants to unwind.

Benjy shifts closer on the couch and Remus, feeling dizzy with alcohol, leans into him. Again, he knows he probably shouldn't, but it's fun to flirt a little and feel wanted. Through his haze, he realizes Sirius has already gone upstairs, which is very unlike him. Usually, James and he are dancing on top of the table until the early hours.

“I've got an idea!” Fabian loudly announces. He holds up an empty bottle. “Spin the bottle!”

The crowd of drunken Gryffindors cheer, and a moment later, they're all sitting in a large circle.

Everything is a bit of a blur, but Remus remembers both Gideon and Edgar landing their bottle on him. He remembers two kisses, but he can't for the life of him remember who was who.

He remembers his bottle landing on Mary. He remembers her giggling and saying ‘lucky me’, and the strong smell of her perfume.

“You don't know,” Lily says for the tenth time. “You don't know which one is your True Love.”

Remus shakes his head.

“Okay,” Lily pinches her brow. “So, we've got six options, right?”

“As far as I remember, yes,” Remus confirms. Though the idea that one of these people has to be his True Love does not exactly sit right with him. And neither does what this means for who definitely isn't his True Love, if he's completely honest.

“We're getting to the bottom of this,” Lily says, as she sits down across from Remus a couple of days later. She takes a piece of parchment and a quill out of her bag and starts scribbling. “Okay, we've got six names. I think we can start by scrapping Marlene, as, let's say, she's not your type and you're not her type.”

Remus nods in agreement.

“And let's scrap Mary as well. You might be her type, but she's not what you're into.”

“Agreed,” Remus says.

“And of course we're scrapping James.” Lily crosses out his name.

Remus rests his head on his hand. “Oh? Don't like the idea of James with someone else, now do you, Lils?”

Lily gives Remus a hard stare. “We're scrapping James,” she just repeats decidedly.

Remus leans back on his chair with a smirk on his face.

Lily ignores him and brings her focus back to her list. “So, we've got Benjy Fenwick, Gideon Prewett and Edgar Bones.”

Remus feels nothing but a slight dread in the pit of his stomach at the idea of one of them being his True Love.

Lily taps her finger against her chin. “I think that you should start spending time with each of them, and see if any feelings can develop.

Remus is playing chess with James when Lily comes running up to him. “Seven Minutes in Heaven, Gryffindor Quidditch Cup Party, fourth grade!” She exclaims.

Remus blinks. “Come again?”

“You kissed Gideon before!” Lily says enthusiastically. “And the curse wasn't lifted! So we can rule him out!” Out of nowhere, she takes out the piece of parchment. “Four down, two to go!” She says, with a swipe of her quill.

“What's going on?” James asks curiously, standing up and looking over Lily's shoulder. “Hey, why is my name on there?”

“We're trying to figure out who Remus’ True Love is, by going through all the people he kissed last month,” Lily explains briefly. “Don't worry, you've already been ruled out.”

“Aaaw, Lils, of course you've ruled me out,” James slings one arm around Lily. “You know who my one and only True Love is.”

Lily's cheeks slightly colour. “In your dreams, Potter,” she mumbles, before taking off.

James sits back down across from Remus.

“So, you've got some explaining to do.”

“Moony!”

Remus whirls around as the door to the dorm is suddenly flung open.

Sirius is standing in the doorway, looking bewildered.

“Padfoot? What's going…?”

“Moony,” Sirius repeats. “Oh, Moony.”

“Eh, hi?”

Sirius walks further into the room. “Prongs just told me what happened.”

Remus immediately feels embarrassed. Who kisses so many people in a month that he doesn't know who his True Love is? He scratches his head. “Right. Well, yeah… I guess it's kinda stupid. I mean, I wasn't expecting-”

“Moony,” Sirius interrupts. “Moony, you're not a werewolf anymore.”

“I'm not a werewolf anymore,” Remus confirms, slightly taken aback about the direction the conversation is going.

“It's gone, Moony,” Sirius says, and Remus notices there are tears in his eyes. “Your curse is gone.”

“It's gone,” Remus repeats softly.

And for the first time since the last full moon, it actually hits him.

He's been so focused on the True Love's First Kiss-part, he has barely thought about his Lycanthropy, but it's true. The loss of control, the pain, the stigma, it's all gone. He's free. Remus can feel tears well up in his own eyes, but before he knows it, Sirius arms are around him as he wraps him into a tight hug.

When they break apart, tears are streaming down Remus’ cheeks. “Merlin,” he says. “You must think I'm so stupid for not even knowing who my True Love is.”

Sirius reaches out and brushes the tears away from Remus’ face. “Oh, Moons. I wouldn't care if you kissed hundreds of men if the end result is you being finally free of that horrible curse.”

“Thank you,” Remus whispers, though deep down he wouldn't have minded if Sirius cared a bit more about who he kissed. “And I didn't kiss hundreds of men,” he adds.

“Pfff.” Remus lets himself fall onto his bed.

“You okay?” Sirius asks.

Remus rolls over onto his back. “I just spent the evening listening to Edgar go on and on about his workout regimen, and I can't even tell if it was better or worse than listening to Benjy yesterday talk non-stop about the self-help books he reads.”

Sirius winches. “Yikes.”

Remus sighs. “Yeah, but it'll all be worth it once I find out who my True Love is, right?”

Sirius looks down at his hands. He looks sort of… guilty. “There's something I should tell you,” he begins. “I think… I think you should consider me as a possibility for your True Love.”

“What?” Remus sits up on his bed. “Sirius, you-”

“I know! I know!” Sirius interrupts. “I know I sound totally presumptuous, and I'm just getting my hopes up...”

Remus wants to say that if only Sirius could have been an option, he would've been his actual preferred option, but he needs to stick to the facts, and factually, it can't be. And did Sirius just say ‘hopes’?

“I just don't think you should disregard it completely,” Sirius says.

Oh, Remus so badly wants to give in. To hell with broken curses and True Love's First Kiss, if there's a possibility that Sirius wants him, what does anything else matter? But Sirius isn't his True Love, and pretending he could be won't be fair to either of them, or to his actual True Love, for that matter. No, Remus needs to stay strong. “Sirius,” he says gently. “You know that I can't ignore-”

“You don't have to,” Sirius interrupts. “Remus, there's something I haven't told you…”

Remus walks into the dorm, or, well, slightly stumbles into the dorm. He notices Sirius laying on his bed, still awake, flipping through some Muggle magazine with a motorcycle on the front.

Remus walks over to him and lets himself fall onto the bed next to him. “You left early,” he says, or, well, slightly slurs.

Sirius glances up at Remus and then looks back at his magazine. “Wasn't feeling it tonight.”

Remus rolls over onto his front and pops his head up on his hands. “Pity. Was fun.”

“You definitely had enough to drink,” Sirius says shortly, like he has never gotten black-out drunk at a House party himself.

Remus pouts and pokes Sirius’ leg. “Would've been more fun with you there,” he tries, attempting to lighten Sirius’ mood, and it works, as Sirius can't help the smile spreading over his face.

He shakes his head, though. “You should go to bed, Moony.”

Remus doesn't know where he finds the courage (alright, the shots of Firewhiskey probably help), but he looks up at Sirius with big eyes as he asks “Goodnight kiss?”

Sirius' eyes widen. “Moons… You're drunk.”

“And I should go to sleep,” Remus says.

“And you should go to sleep,” Sirius confirms.

“And,” Remus adds. “I'll sleep better with a goodnight kiss.”

“I shouldn't…” Sirius says, but Remus can tell he's hesitant, so he decides to push a little further.

“Please, Pads?” He says. “Just a peck to help me sleep?”

Sirius bites his lip. “Just a peck?”

“Just a peck.”

Sirius leans in and lightly presses his lips to Remus’.

Remus feels a pleasant buzz in his stomach, and as Sirius pulls away, he feels warm, happy and content, and ready to drift off. Then, all of the sudden, he feels a tingling all over his body. His eyes fly open. “Something’s different.”

Sirius shakes his head. “Rem, you're not even going to remember this in the morning. If something’s different for one of us, it's for me.”

“No, something’s-” Remus pushes himself up, and immediately, the whole room starts spinning. Remus lets himself fall back on the bed. “Oef.”

“Go to sleep, Moons.”

“Yeah,” Remus mumbles. “I should really just…” And with that, he drifts off.

Sirius hides his face in his hands. “I'm sorry! I shouldn't have kissed you while you were drunk, even if it was just a peck. And I know it sounds totally presumptuous and arrogant of me to think that a small peck you can't even remember could have been your True Love's First Kiss, but you did say something felt different, so I just thought…”

“It's you,” Remus says, staring at Sirius in wonder.

“I don't know, of course, but I think that maybe you should consider the possibility that it could be.”

“No,” Remus says. “It's you. I know it's you.”

Sirius just looks at Remus for a moment. “You can't know that,” he whispers.

“But I do,” Remus says, not quite able to explain himself how he can be so certain, but he is. He knows, without a doubt, that Sirius is his True Love. “My heart was telling me that it had to be you the whole time,” he tries to put it under words. “But my brain was telling me that it couldn't be. Now that my heart and my brain are aligned, I know without a doubt that it's you.”

“Your heart wanted it to be me?” Sirius asks softly.

Remus chuckles. “My whole being wanted it to be you.”

A smile spreads over Sirius’ face as he reaches out and places a hand on Remus’ cheek. Then he leans in and kisses him, and this time it isn't just a peck.

That's how Remus gets his True Love's Second Kiss, which is much better than the first, if only because Remus is going to remember this one for the rest of his life.

[dissolved-g1rl]

more dante x pizza delivery girl reader ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ✩

“Hello?” You knock again, it’s already been like five minutes. The rain is heavy, and the wind makes you hold onto the pizza box a little tighter. “Dante, you fatass, come open your fucking door!” Your fist pounds against his door harder than before, chills do down your spine when a particularly cold wind sieves through the air and through you thin uniform. His front door swings “Hey baby, you rang?” He answers his door cooly, he looks pained, clutching his bloody gauze to his side. You blink dumbly, before making a face “Don’t call me “baby” sleaze, are you okay?” You blink, watching his blood soak the rag, turning white into crimson. “Just fine.” He pulls it away, showing the skin prying itself together, muscle and ligaments reattaching. “Ew.” You dip under his arm, escaping the heavy rain. He hums happily, shutting the door, “That was kinda slutty y’know? So eager that you’re breaking and entering!” He says rather happily, you frown at that big grin. "You would know a lot about slutty wouldn't you?" You set the wet cardboard on his countertop, flipping the top open, the pizza is miraculously dry, you steal a slice and it makes him guffaw.

“You are so forward today, someone really oughta teach you manners.”

“Shut up, i’m soaked, it’s pouring out there and you made me come deliver a stupid pizza.”

“Uh-uh-uh, rain or shine, fifteen minutes or less babe.” He wags his finger in front of your nose repeating your pizzerias motto back to you, you roll your eyes and it makes his loins hot, so defiant, so bratty. "Whatever." You wave him off dismissively, he cozies up next to you, taking a nice cheesy slice of pizza, extra mushrooms thank you very much. He finishes his slice in three big bites, "I'll be right back." Dante speaks through his mouthful of chewing, boys are so gross.

For such a shit hole, he has a decent a/c, it's nice and toasty inside, the pizza helps to warm your insides back up. He comes back with a towel in hand, "Here, for your hair." He tosses it to you. "I don't want your jizz rag." You frown, tentatively holding the rag up by its edge, it is actually soft like it's fresh from the dryer. "Oh you wish." Dante raises his brow, pinching your cheek harshly.

"OW!"

"That did not hurt."

You cup your cheek, it does slightly sting "Need me to kiss it better?" He's baby talking you, already cupping your face in his hands. You don't like how...nice it feels. You bat him away feeling embarrassed now. "I have to go, before my boss thinks I'm in your basement...or something." You hop off the stool, "Basement eh? Kinky, is “or something” my bedroom? We can make that happen.” He follows you as you make your way to his door, he gets in front of you, blocking the only exit. “Quit it, i’m on the clock.” when you get all huffy he really tries hard not to stare at your tits, truly he is a gentleman, “Just say the rain held you up.” He shrugs, it sounds like a good enough excuse, “It’s like unethical they make you run around in that shit.” Dante contemplates it, maybe he shouldn’t have made you come to this side of town, he feels a little like a jerk now, He looks at your face and sighs.

“I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You ask confused, tilting your head to the side, god he wants to pet you like a puppy, warm you up on his lap, feed you treats and whatnot.

“For makin’ you come all the way over here, make you listen to my shitty jokes.”

“Oh so they are all just jokes?” You ask crossing your arms over your chest, “Well, not everything.” He says, having enough decency to be sheepish. “Lemme take you out, seriously, i’ll be the perfect gentleman, hand to god.” Dante puts his hand over his heart, it’s not an out of nowhere request, for all his quips, he really does wanna take you out, open doors for you, pull your chair out, whatever, he likes you, not just for your cute face, you make butterflies fly like wild in his stomach, make his face hot, Dante is serious. He’s looking at you pleadingly, you frown, “I’m free next Friday.” His face lights up, you shove past him, and he’s too happy to be upset about your escape. “Okay! I’ll pick you up!” He watches you pad off quickly, feeling like a schoolboy whose crush agreed to go to the prom with him. “What a woman…” He croons with a crooked smile, he doesn’t know what the hell he’s gonna do with you Friday, but he’ll make sure to treat you so sweetly that you’ll be begging for a second date. Maybe he should pick up a dating book.

dividers by @enchanthings

[nenlio]

Against All Odds BoyFail Danny Scores a Dilf

> DP x DC #0.2 - Copper Ice <

one again shout out to @chekhovs-slinky for the og prompt

As Danny and Sam entered their shared home the sounds of a action movie reached them signaling the location of their housemate.

"Were home!!!" Sam yelled into the house.

"In the cinema room!!"

They strolled further in until they reached their friend, Tucker was sat on the sofa leaving a gap that Danny flopped himself on to, groaning in embarrassment at his actions from earlier. Patting his back Tucker winced at Dannys behavior "Woah whats up with you dude? Did you mess up or something? I thought you left the shy guy act in your twenties?"

Sams laugh caught Tuckers attention " Oh he did something alright. Get this, I come up to Danny to ask him for my keys and hes totally zoned out! I finally get his attention and he tells me he thinks he has a chance to get a date with the guy hes looking at. Now, who do you think he was talking about?"

"Based on Dannys reaction I'd say Bruce Wayne?" At Tuckers reply Sam makes an X motion over her chest "EH wrong, Danny-boy over here went after Alfred Pennyworth, As in the guy that raised Bruce Wayne, As in the guy Bruces children consider their grandfather, As in the guy who is 35 years older than Danny!!"

"NO WAY WHAT" Tucker looked down at Danny on his lap and started shaking him "DANNY STOP BEING PATHETIC AND TELL ME EVERYTHING"

"Danny cant answer the phone hes dead" came Dannys muffled reply. Tucker rolled his eyes and turned back to Sam, "so what did Alfred say?"

Sitting down Sam started to, dramatically in Dannys humble opinion, regale Tucker with their evening story," im not even joking Tuck he looked like Alfred was the Cinderella to his Prince Charming with the way he ran after him. Me and Brucie looked so lost and we had to have awkward small talk about the charity until Danny came back."

At this point the force of Tuckers laughter was making him a very uncomfortable pillow so Danny rolled over to glare at him. "Danny, dude, you gotta admit its hilarious how desperate you must have looked in front of Wayne. You probably don't even know where your taking Alfred on a date do you." Dannys groan of embarrassment was answer enough for Tucker to lose it once more.

"Don't worry Danny well come up with a plan for you to woo your beau" Sam soothed as she patted his back, Danny simply groaned out of embarrassment. He had the worst friends.

The batcave was a flurry of voices all asking Alfred questions, the man in question simply arching a brow at their unruly behavior.

"Alfred are you really going on a date with that guy?! We don't even know anything about him!!" Dick was seemingly the most distraught at the news, his grandfather?? Dating?

Oracles voice crackled as she spoke through the caves speakers " His name is Danyal Danny Nightingale, 36 years old, he is the co-owner and eventual heir to DalvCo. He has a relatively clean record aside from some speeding and arrests for unruly protests."

Alfred simply sighed in response, "Master Dick, Ms. Barbara, while I understand your worry that is no reason to invade our guests privacy. And yes Master Dick I will be going on a date with Mr. Nightingale, his efforts to pursue me are commendable, and I will be giving him a chance even if it isn't earnest on my behalf."

"So youre just going along with his whims? 'tt' I expected more from you Pennyworth" Damian didn't show it outwardly but he was excited for Alfreds date. He had immediately recognized Nightingale during the gala, not because of his business, but because he was the person to bring back the purple backed gorillas from extinction. Damian had been 6 years old when he first saw a magazine featuring Daniel Nightingale. He had devoured the every word written about Daniel and it sparked the beginning of Damians infatuation with animal conservation beyond that of his families ideas.

Now seeing the opportunity to meet his role model face to face, and possibly even being related to him (if Alfred's account of Nightingale wanting to court with the intent of marriage was correct.) Damian knew what had to be done.

Damian was going to become Gothams cupid and make sure his Grandfather and role model got together.

Laying back on Tuckers legs, Danny tensed as he felt another sneeze attack coming on, halting all conversation.

ACHOO "Bless you" " Bless you" "Thanks, ugh who decided that speaking my name would cause me to sneeze"

Sam rolled her eyes at Dannys whining. "At least you dont get the calling to be summoned like with your royal title" Danny glared at Sam "gee thanks for being so compassionate, Ill be sure to sneeze on you next time"

"I wonder who's talking about me though"

[minzart]

Beggars can't be choosers

Ao3 - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Megatron & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it.

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

The sky turned purple as the sun set behind the mountains of the lonely isolated drylandscape, almost like a pure desert, the millitar base of operations growing ever small as you turned your bike gear to 6, letting go of the handle and sitting straight, enjoying the fresh wind around you and the adrenalin of steering the fast motorcycle with only your hips and balance

Some people would call you crazy to accept working at a job from 2 hours of your apartment, in the middle of nowhere, from morning to evening, but you weren't some people and it was a one life time opportunity, after all, how many people can say they work directly in fixing military tanks and jets

Exhausting as the journey to work and back was, you enjoyed your job immensely. Working with machines was your passion since small, from the radios you fiddled with to the second-hand car you first bought, to this bike you saved so much money to have, and finally to all the machinery you could fiddle with at work, some are even experimental builds, those always gave you a headache, the manuals were always so shitty, to build a machine is not the same as to fix it and the engineer seems to always forget this, but also a sense of pride, you were the first to work on them after test release, you were the first to write a good manual for them, a pioneer even

It's not like your superiors would allow an idiot to use said experiments out of training cam- a trail of smoke catches your eyes out of the main road, blending with the night sky, if you weren't so used to watching for signals of a broken engine you wouldn't have notice the fine line twirling with the wind

Now, it's in the middle of the desert, far away from any civilization, anyone with a brain would just call a tow truck... if they had a signal... wich is very unlikely, you would know, and there is a possibility to be a work colleague... ah fuck it, you grab your bikes handle with purpose and drive out of the road, ready to lend a hand, or a ride, to the poor idiot that didn't check their car before coming to the middle of nowhere

It was in fact not a car

It is worse, it's like you asked the universe when you thought about it earlier actualy, like a curse and a goddamed blessing

It was a tank, silver and black, with hints of purple, beaten all around like someone ran it over mud or a very small tunnel, so small it made scratches and dents all over, imposing, really big, one of the biggest tanks you have seem... still not the biggerst tho, with an exasperated sigh you get out of your bike and immediately pull your entry card out

"Alright, get out there, rookie who let you get out of camp in the middle of the night," you say loudly as you use the small flashlight in your keys to light the warmachine "with this unfinished beauty right here eh?!"

The top lid does not move an inch, you get closer and knock the vehicle "anyone in there?"

"I'm a mechanic buddy not an officer, if you don't show me whats wrong I can't help you" you circle around the silver tank, looking for sighs of humans foot steps, maybe the dumbass tried to walk back to camp and left this here-

A high piched sound startles you, looking around franticly until you see it came from the warmachine, the commander's hatch now open

"Oh thank fuck I though you went back to camp by foot do you know how far we are from civilization right now?!" You shout to the open lid, waiting for someone to get out...

No-one does

You look around ankwardly, noticing how alone you truly are in the middle of the night, only you, your bike and the silver tank...

"What the hell..." You wisper and start climbing the machine, noticing how it doesn't have ladders, one thing to put in its reports when you get back to work, one maneuver after another you get to the lift finally looking inside it's hull... no-one was there "what?"

You drop in, looking around, it is the inside of a tank alright, down bellow the drive seat, around valves and pistons and... oh wow, this tank did not have a gun handle, which means it's probably automated linked to a computer, the drivers seat or remotely, you have heard of tests being made for those

"Remote controlled..." You breath out, reaching for the drives seat, looking around for a radio

"And they decided to take you for a ride this hour of the night big guy?" You tap the metal wall gently and chuckles "whose idea was this..."

Finding exactly what you hoped for, you get the radio off the handle and press the signal button, a red lamp lights up, you wait for the signal to pick something... static comes through and you state your name and ID as a greeting, repeating until someone answers

"I hear you loud and clear mechanic..." a gruff voice answers, not your superiors voice, probably the night shift guard "what is your... problem... and how did you found this line?"

The voice seems to think over his words carefully, you sigh softly, a new recruit then "reporting from inside a test tank for the new automatic build, it seems to be busted, awayting orders"

"Ah..." the voice answer amused "I see the problem, due to an... incident, we are not able to send a retrieve crew immediately, would you be able to repair... it... enough to move?"

You roll your eyes, taking the radio far from you briefly, and groaning annoyed at having to work past your hours because you though someone needed help, bringing it back you answer politely and professionally before ending the transmission "I'll do my best"

You sigh again, this is going to be a long night "better start then"

You look around the hull for a tool box, and found out it doesn't exists, another thing to add to the ever growing list of notes of this model, you huff and take out your back pack "fine I'll make do with what I have"

First, the outside, lucky the road weels and track were in good conditions, if slightly damaged, but nothing that a smooth road would break, the motor tho, off that looked nasty, how did it get that bad in the first place, all dented and tubes twisted, with your hammer you did your best to put it in working function again, sometimes you hit it so hard it felt like the whole tank trembled

Untwisthing wires and mending tubes, you spend an hour only on the outside and finally go back to the hull, and there goes another hour checking the other side of the machines engines, and there you find it, along the way a piece of metal broke and is dangerously close to a fuel tube, that was already pierced and dripping a large amount of blue fuel, whatever were the tests they were performing in this thing it looked brutal

"Shit..." You crawl closer, tentatively poking the blue fuel "and even experimental fuel too... well, you didn't explode till now"

First you hammer the pointy dislocated piece back into place and away from your face and the tube, then you can finally crawl all the way in and sit properly, assessing the damage, you grab the piece of metal that pierced the pipe, breathing deeply you ready yourself and with one powerful pull you get the thing out, you hear what sounds like compression pipes working and in a panic you rapidly envolve the leaking pipe in duct tape and scrambles out back to the crew hull

The lights around you start working properly, giving a faint purple hue to the place, you feel the tank moving, and quickly, you pick up the radio forsaking formality for the sake of your mensage "wait! Wait! I have my own bike! I can follow you back to base, stop the tank!"

Then, the weirdest shit happened

"Oh I know human" came the gruff voice, but not from the radio

"But you see, I have other plans for you, little medic" it came from all around you

Like the tank itself was alive... you scream"no, no! NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

Trying to climb up you twist the valve to open the lid, but it doesn't bulge "this is not happening"

You slam your fist in the metal "let me out!"

"I suggest you take a seat and rest" the voice says "we still have 3 arcs untill our arrival"

"Were are you taking me? what the fuck is this? Who are you?" you glare at the radio

"You will see" and he cackle in amusement of your despair "as for me, human, call me Megatron, and soon your Lord and superior"

You buff and tremble, as much of fear as anger, you were trapped, kidnapped even, all because you wanted to help someone else, what a great way to end the night... AND A FRIDAY NIGHT AT THAT TOO, shit... how long would it take for anyone to notice you are gone... two business day maybe? Hopefully? After all you don't have anyone waiting for you, and it's not like you have actual friends in the city or even in your neighborhood... oh you are fucked fucked

As the time passes and realization sinks in you coil in yourself, trying to keep your panic at minimum, you still had yet to meet your kidnapper and you didn't knew what was worse, if this is a matter of war or just a very good hacker

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

Megatron was livid, absolutely fuming with anger, at the Autobots first and foremost from destroying yet another potential energon extraction mission, at himself from not calling retreat sooner, at Starscream for... every Primus-forsaken thing, honestly

This all boils down to the seekers attempt at killing him in the middle of the battle, one good shot and the warlord could feel the Crack it made inside his frame, and yet he stubbornly chose to keep fighting, if only to show his second in comand he would never fall down so easily, but his pride has yet again show its consequences in the worst way possible

Now stuck all alone in his transformation mode, energon leaking from Primus knows where, without energy to make a COMM signal nor move, the leader of the Deceptcons can only wait for anyone to find him, and he knows someone will, if not Lazerbeak then autobots, either way he knows death is not waitting for him, he still has a mission, a war, to win, he will get out of this as he did many other, worse, times

And find him someone does, a human, stupid little squishy thing, but oh so convenient it even gives him perfect covers, a rookie in the middle of the night, he waits and the thing persists it's attempts at coaching "whoever" was inside him to come out, that's when realization hits the silver mech, of course, mechanics... human mechanics are how vehicle fixers were called by your race, you, to him, were a glimmer of hope, a medic

He had to be careful, this was his chance, if only he convinces you to work him out his worse damage he could crush you after and go back to his makeshift central tower Soundwave and his surviving soldiers were working on not that far from here

He opens his lid, ignores the weird feeling of a moving thing climbing and walking inside of him, and holds a booming laugh as you, yet again, creates the perfect cover for the tyrant, to redirect his voice to only the small radio device in your hands was rookies play for him

And so he waits and watches you work your magic, holding screams of pain from your indelicate work, all in proll of him being able to move again, all a means to an end, and when you finaly gets out the part that had him critically stuck? Oh, the relief, he couldn't hold back the sigh, wich startle the little medic, but your dedication pleased the warlord, you bandaged his energon tube directly connected to his transformation cog, he was finaly able to move and transform

He though about it, transforming right now, crushing the little human inside, destroying their backwaters vehicle, and going back to his Decepticons like nothing had changed... however... the more he thought about it, about your work, your adaptability, your words

Experimental tank, you had called him, you worked with new human technology then, and was versatile enought to work in this mix of human looking but actualy Cybertronian engines, with a basic understanding you would probably be able to work wonders in his cybertronian mode or even outside the vehicle modes

The truth is... it's been two months since his awakening in this strange planet, resources were limited, his soldiers were not even close to top shape, no doctor was in his crew when they crashed into this Primus-forsaken planet, but the Autobots, oh they had their ship, every fight they could be beaten to almost scrap and would be back in perfect condition for another round, it may be not a working ship but it still had Cybertronian parts and halls, and also, they have a doctor

His Decepticons need a doctor, he needs a doctor, there is just so much vague memories and basic instruction can get you by, not one of his surviving soldiers were trained in the arts of surgery or medicine, they were no were near in finishing this second attempt of a base and building a teleportation bridge was out of question while the base was not finished, he had engineers and a spy crew not healers

But you... you were an opportunity, a better chance of survival, a first contact with the potential that humans had for servitude, the Silver warlord locked his lid, taking amusement in your despair, oh this would be his worse and yet brilliant plan yet, if he didn't know better he would think it was proposed by his own second in comand by it's insanity... however, for more that he hates it... beggars can't be chosers

[almostmylove]

Shatter me with your love Part 4

Synopsis: everything is just going great

Being in a school play wasn’t really your thing. Like at all. or at least it wasn't before. but here you were, making the final touches ups to your outfits before the day of play.

it was a fashionable outfit, one that looked straight out of the 1960's, not too much was needed other the final touches and fixing a few tears. As you finish the final touches you here your drama teacher, Ms parker call out to everyone. “ ok listen up class” she claps her hands loudly, grabbing everyone's attention to the teacher.

“Tomorrow is the big day so i need you guys to rest and prepare for tomorrow . We have worked for this for the few months.” your drama teacher continues her dramatic speech, you daze off. you were too busy thinking about your classes, more specifically- your grades. drama was open of the easy classes that had a nice teacher that would let things go a lot but the same couldn't be said for your other classes. you were absolutely failing, too focused on other stuff like the play, work and family problems. you weren't a bad student per say, all you needed was to finish this week and then things would go back to normal.

as your mind wonders somewhere else you hear something that catches your attention.

“ psft” you hear from beside you. You turn slightly to your right side to only to see Your friend, Marly, crouched down on one knee looking holding her finished costume “ what is it? ”you quickly whispered making sure your eyes faced the teacher as she talked.

“ i was thinking, maybe we could hang out at your house someday?” She asked her voice laced with mischief . “ hell no” you quickly replied. You knew how she was, and it wasn't any good. she wanted to meet your family to see if she could fancy one of them but the only person that was the closest age as was tim and he wouldn’t have time for her. the others lets say also don't have my interest to her

“ aww why not?” She whined dramatically . “ you don’t want to meet them, trust me . they wouldn’t pay attention to you Marly anyways” you chuckled trying to make the comment light hearted.

“ that's not true, they would be delighted to meet me! maybe you could consider me your future sister in law” Marly Responds, blowing a kiss to you. “Pftt trust, there's already enough people in my family” you countered shutting her comments down .

“ yeah i guess well what can you say when your dads a whore” "past player" I correct. honestly it didn't matter or people what title your father had in the past because to them he will always be above, billion "playboy" Bruce wayne. you both start laughing like, forgetting that your teacher was in the middle of a speech.

“Eh hem” a rough scratchy voice say, recognizing it as your teachers. “ yes ms, parker.” both of you say in sync, immediately straightening up .

“ well? what do you young ladies find so funny” ms. parker ask her voice bombing with authority now grabbing the attention of the whole class. everyone's eyes bur into your backs, you could practically feel them engraving around your body. “ nothing ms Parker, just foolish banter .Marly answers on the behalf of both of you while you stay quite, eyes glued to your costume. Both of you lower your heads in shame. “ well i guess it wouldn’t be a problem in detention. Go now” she commands shooing you guys off. Both of you look at each other in disbelief but you guys followed orders leaving class. Feeling the eyes of your classmates and the disappointed gaze of your teacher deciding to walk faster. welp, there goes your favorite teachers list into the trash.

You and marly walked through the nearly empty, echoy walls of your school. every twist and turn you made only made you question the validity of this whole thing. it didn't take too long before you reached a unique soon with a big detention sign plastered front and center. it was only a few classes away and it felt shorter as you chatted about small mindless rumors and banter. truly without Marly you would of dropped out a long time.

Once inside it didn't take you guys long until school ended, drama was your last class.

You were never a bad kid so you bad never gotten detention before unlike Damien but you assumed that by now your father had gotten an email or something informing him about your detention notice.

The bell rang, ringing thru your ears , a sign to get the hell out of there. You grab your bag that carries your school supplies and your play costume and made your way out with Marly. Gotham city was one of those that by September snow covered almost every visible part of Gotham. So when you walked out it was snowing lightly and it was getting dark .

You wave goodbye to Marly who quickly zipped up her winter coat and bag in hand, grinning from ear from ear, returning the wave .

You chuckle to yourself wondering how you got a friend like her. You didn’t deserve her and you knew it. Alfred by now had already picked Damien and probably wouldn’t have time to pick you up. It didn’t matter tho because you usually walked anyways , no matter weather or time . The streets were empty like always , post sane people didn’t want to be out at night at night. Too many criminals and villains out. But you didn’t have a choice, there was no-one that would pick you up at this time plus you were almost home. Gotham high was farther away then you would have liked, about 30 minutes walking. It got easier as time went on. You remember that on a day like this, chilly , snowing and getting dark was the first day that you had to walk on your own because the car had broken down and it wasn’t fixable. He had assured you that he would be there in 20 minutes but he never came. Turns out that Damien had to be driven to his tae kwon do after school. “Either you wait until i drop of master Damien or you can walk home miss (name) ” that's what pennyworth told you over the phone. It wasn’t really much of a choices, it was getting dark and you didn’t want to look like an open target tho walking wasn’t any better. That evening you walk all the way from your high school to the manner clutching your bag , weary of any sound and sharp corner. You were about 14-15. You reach the manner opening the door in silence, immediately being hit with the scent of Alfred's cooking; pasta you thought. You walked past the kitchen without a glance, you planned on getting food later in the night and your brothers and dad were going on patrol like every night.

As you walked past you hear a deep voice calling out to you from in the space. You walked backwards taking another look at the kitchen and saw something that you never thought you would .

Your eyes wide and hearty pumped slightly faster at the sight of your whole family there. Bruce , Jason , dick , Damien even Alfred was sat down and they were all looking at you. you wondered what you did wrong this time.

Part 5

@mys0cksrwet

[evilminji]

Had another Si-Oc thought >.>

My standard "you know what Would Be Cool?" Musings...

Getting reborn, as you do, ending up Force Sensitive, as can only be the case. Because really... how ELSE would you soul end up there? CHANCE? Force ghosts are a PROVEN thing! We KNOW that the Force sometimes just... deals in souls.

Ffs, it MADE A BABY.

Yes, there was Sith interference there. But that doesn't chance the fact that it went? "Eh, good enough. I'll take the chance and run with it. Thanks~☆ Mine Now~~☆ Bye~~~☆" And Chosen One'd that baby. Because ultimately? Before the plans of gods and men? The Force Laughs.

So like? Yeah. If there WAS to be a Reincarnator?

Probably the Force.

Congrats on the new, third (or second, depends on your species. Might be another number entirely, honestly. But we are averaging here so MOVE ON), Parent! They are very, very happy to see you! Love you as only a Primordial, Extradimensional, Timeless, Formless, All Pervasive, Orange-Blue Morality havin', Not-A-God Super-God CAN. Their Benevolence? Could be called another God's cruelty.

They don't MEAN too. They are just.... really, really Big. Infinite. Not organic or mortal. It's like trying to comprehend the limitations of an ant, living on a planet, circling a sun, in a GALAXY the size of a DUST MOTE. The fact that the Force can even come CLOSE? Is literally miraculous.

But of course... OC? Not the Chosen One. The favorite, special, "I have Important Things For You" child. Which.... turns out to actually? Be kinda great. The realize that quickly. Which of course, is followed by the logical follow up.

Anikin? Fuckin SCREWED. Because he IS the Favorite Child.

Oh... oh No. Oh Fuck, that is a CHILD.

How easy it is, to cast blame, to judge, when you can't FEEL the Force in your EVERYTHING. All the time. Every moment of every day. Beautiful but cacophonous, like a symphony of screaming. Like staring at the sun and never going blind. It still hurts. But it's so... so bright. So Beautiful.

Connection. To the universe itself. Soul deep and transcendent. You can feel that the universe loves you. That there is good in people. That Life itself is worth protecting. But at the same time? It is... it is so much.

Because you can FEEL the ugly too.

The greed. The hate. The suffering. Lights snuffed out, in dark places of despair. Selfish actions and deep cruelties, like barbed wire against the soul. Thorns that hook and drag. And... and you're supposed to use your words. Just... just ASK them to stop? And, What? Hope that they WILL?

It HURTS!

But pain only begets more pain. Cruelty, more cruelties still. And only the Sith, believe they can use FORCE, in any sense of the word, to change a persons nature. The Jedi build. Grow. They work together, with those who are willing, towards something better. Defend, those who can not protect themselves.

Balance and growth. Not fire and chains.

And Oc is pretty sure Anikin will agree. No one should ever be in chains. Dead maybe. Or in jail. But never, ever, in chains. (And no one ever said they were pacifists. Just not war mongers. Sometimes the only answer IS to kill your opponent. To respect their choice, but honor your commitments. Protect those you swore to protect.)

Of course... OC? Going through Jedi training. It's Pre-Anikin days. Both she and Obi-Wan are fuckin Smol. She's not even in his Creche clan. She's over here in the "wanders off, lost in their own thoughts" Chill AF Creche Clan. Not Mr. "May you Live In Interesting Times And Have Padawans JUST LIKE YOOOOOOOU" and Co., over in the... "Energetic" Creche Clan.

None of HER Creche-mates BIT people, Obi-Wan.

WE keep our fuckin teeth to ourselves, Kenobi!

So, obviously, THEY don't have a lifetime ban on the "look, don't touch" fragile plants meditation garden. Very Rich in the Force. Good for focusing. Peaceful, really. And Oc? Has the time and space? To Consider™ things. Experiment. Ponder Fandom theories. Long "lost" Cannon techniques. Maybe have one-sided chats with the Force.

.....finally get CURIOUS™.

And wonder... if? Since, you know, through the Force, she can encourage and discourage plants to grow? And somewhat control animals. Why not... micro-organisms? Say, Midi-chlorians? Force healing is all ready a thing! So the Force all ready CAN interact with the body. Effect it. Change it. What is this, but more?

Really, all she'd have to do is find them, within herself, right? They're already a part of her! Yet... not. Do they consider themselves a part of her? Or is it symbiosis? Yeah, everyone says it can't be done. Perhaps shouldn't be done. But, frankly? They said the same about a LOT of Force techniques over the years. Big leaps in progress scare the SHIT out of folks. Cause if you miss? A LOT of people can die gorey.

So she sits. Mediates. Looks. Smaller... and smaller.... and smaller....

Until she finds whispers. Humming. Chatter.

As though each and every blood cell in her body had a teeny, tiny, whispery little voice. All chattering together, talking and arguing and discussing. One great hive of progress and industry. Complaining about a lack of potassium... huh. She goes and gets some fruit. Eats it. Then settles back into meditation.

They are JOYOUS! Potassium! Yaaaaay! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

Well... what'd ya know... huh. Hello there? She tries. Only to get a whispery and very alarmed ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! BODY CAN TALKヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ‽‽‽ Y-Yeah... she can. (How are they doing that?) The conversation? Only gets more surreal from there. Filled with... a surprising number of kaomojis.

But! She DOES figure out? How to increase her Midi-chlorians count. (By asking. Supplying needed resources for the expansion.) And WITH it? He awareness blooms.

The headache is... awful. The little guys(genderless) are WAY to enthusiastic. Working way too fast. If she didn't check the next morning? They might have continued to increase, indefinitely, until her veins were SOLID midi-chlorian. They just want to HELP, you see. And if you want More? Then surely FAR TOO MUCH is better, right?

(She may have fucked up. Oh god. Ow. Fuck. OW.)

Eventually she figure it out. Only gives her healer in training Creche mate a... few near heart attacks. He'll TOTALLY forgive her! (He will not. What the FUCK OC. Experimental medical procedures?! On YOURSELF!? You're not even HEALER TRACK!!!)

So NOW? She can reliably do it to OTHERS.

Need a bit more Midi-chlorians? Nearly Jedi quality but juuuuust under that cut off? She can fix that. Come. Be a jedi. Everyone should be a jedi. In FACT~! Whoops! Oh hey. Looks like all these Midi-chlorian counters are fuckin broken! (They look perfect fi-)(Broken! :] Do Not question me) So when you find that Orohan Child in desperate need of love and care? Just bring um on back!

They're TOTALLY Force sensitive. You can just tell. It's the vibes. Look at their lil face. Vibes, man. Just hand um here. For... reasons. You go get the paperwork. A working tester. And~? Oh would you look at THAT! Perfectly within acceptance range! Neat. Called it again, didn't you, Master Koon? You really do have an eye for these things. Anyway~ off to get this little one settled~~☆ *adoring cooing noises at the baby*

Weird, huh, how there suddenly just... SO MANY random orphan babies that are force sensitive? How 'bout that >.> strangest thing.

Of course, it's a god damned open secret. Everyone KNOWS. How could they not? But? Like with most things? If they don't Officially Know™? They don't have to stop it. And it DOES help both the Force AND those kids. Can be reversed if they don't like it, later. (They asked. All hypothetical of course.) So OC is basically Temple bound, so she can receive any new kiddos. To... you know... Check Their Health, on the way to ACTUAL healers.

But she's ALSO waiting. And as her skill increases? She can FEEL midi-chlorians, easier and easier. Until it gets to the point? Where if she's bored and zoning out? Not even ture meditation anymore? She accidentally tunes into Midi-chlorian Live~☆ the talk show. (What's the latest gossip from bodies nearest to her? Oh? Your second spleen is acting funny? Better remember to tell him to get that chec-)

Palpatine can't hide SHIT. It's literally in his blood.

And MAD at him.

This is NOT what they're FOR. He's taking TERRIBLE care of his body! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOOOOOOU! You want power? Choke on it, you-!!!!!

Holy shit. So THATS what Sith Midi-chlorians feel like. Oh my god. They... they are SO MAD. Like tiny wasps. That have been violently shaken in a jar. She's never used the word "seething" in reference to someone before... but like...? If they COULD stab him? Man would be a thick paste at this point.

She's not sure what facial expression she makes. But it sure is obvious. As is the blatant, horrified staring. And refusal to get near him. HE doesn't notice, being to busy with the powerful. But the Jedi sure as fuck do. Because THEY sent her? Out with a Shadow. You know... just in case.

Cause she literally can not be replaced.

She not High Ranked... she's just priceless. Equal sort of significance, but in a very quiet, Soft Power sort of way. She is, after all, single handedly? Reversing centuries of slow population decline. Her entire Line promises to be the next Yoda's line. Priceless and with far reaching significance. So obviously, they're making sure that shit stays locked down.

No one is to so much as BREATHE about this.

Not until her great-great-GREAT Grand Padawan has passed their Knight Trials so HELP US. We LEARN from our mistakes! Need we bring out the records? Times we got cocky? Sith and political fuckery!? No. Oc stays INVISIBLE. There is no war in Ba Sing Se! Move along!

So like? Why is Miss Midi-chlorian Sensor and Future of the Jedi... making that face? She's literally NEVER made that face. What sort of monster do you have to BE? Huh? Shadow asks, casual as fuck, like he's not a plotting plotter who's planing terrible things, what's up?

She tells him. Palpatine has RANCID vibes. His midi-chlorians fucking DISPISE him. She's literally never seen that before. In anyone. Didn't even know that was an option. They would gleefully kill him if they could.

.....senator Palpatine is Force Sensitive?

Yes.

.......Interesting™(Ominous Intent)

Says local Shadow, who is perhaps putting together some dots. May not be getting the correct picture. But is getting the Vibe. And boy howdy, he does NOT like the vibe. Has got himself some questions. Cause Mr "uwu I'm harmless" lil mask? Only holds up? If you're willing to believe him.

Shadows don't buy that shit. Shadows? Need receipts. Full character statements and an audit on the fucking hospital you were BORN AT. Every credit you picked up off the side walk, why, and where you spent it.

Give them your Secrets. Or they'll keep digging until they find them.

uwu Their ASS. Gonna tear this bitch APART.

......huh. So THIS is why you guys keep accidentally getting married to Mandalorians on missions. (We agreed not to mention that.) (Fucker, I agreed to nothing. Shouldn't have eaten my special Me Day pudding if you didn't want me to gossip.) Man, her friends are... a trip. Uh... have fun? Happy hunting? I guess? *feral Jedi noises*

She? Continues to wait. Palpatine? Begins to have a VERY bad time. (Ha! Get fucked!)

Unfortunately, it's not fast enough to stop his dumbass plans. He just gets desperate. Figures more power is the answer. Because of course he does. So here comes the "oh nooooo~ my planets under attack~ better manipulate a child and make me president of the galaxy!" Plan. Fucker. Bastard.

She can't stop that.

But what she CAN do? Is be there. Waiting. For HIM.

Her little brother. Her son. Her center of the universe. The most important man to ever live... and also? A scared little boy. Far, far from home. The only other person who understands just how BIG the Force is. How much it weighs. How even as it crushs you... you can't bear to put it down. Not even for a moment. Because it loves you. And it hurts, that it does.

And... oh. Oh.

He is so very small.

Dirty, tired, in lovingly mended clothes that are barely beyond scrap. With bright, bright eyes like hope and starlight. He sings inside. Like freedom. Like hope. Daring to ask "why CAN'T you be kinder?", "why CAN'T we be free?". A storm of change. Bright and beautiful.

A child. Great and small, all at once.

Oc can't help but smile. Because, oh. Oh how long, she has waited to meet him, Anikin Skywalker. Welcome. Are you hungry? Cold? Let's get cleaned up. See the healers first. The council can wait.

Chips are removed and food is shared. Warm clothes, soft and new. And she can not help but smile, smile, smile. Even as her face begins to hurt. For years she has gathered. Planned. Studied and trained. As though some part of her knew. As though all for this moment. Taking one of those small hands in hers. Looking right in his eyes.

"It's going to be okay."

Because it IS. Because regardless of what they decide? OC will be with him. Regardless, she's going to go and make sure his mother is free. Not bought, not sold. Free. She has friends who can help. Will learn how to remove the chip herself if she must.

And? He IS going to be a Jedi. Even if he never become a Coruscant Jedi. Even if he decides he doesn't agree with how they do things or they decide the disagree with how HE does things. The Jedi have changed before, they will change again. Living things are meant to grow. Meant to change. And people can be both wrong and right at the same time. It's messy.

But what's important? Is Anikin is not alone anymore. And Oc is gonna help teach him. And someday? HE'S gonna break chains. So many chains. Gonna help people heal. If he wants to. (He does) But for right now? A quick talk with some old people. Maybe a nap. And we either get settled or arrange a trip back to Tatooine. To pick up your mom. In the meantime! You can figure out what classes she might wanna take. Where seems like a good place to settle. *chatting as they walk off, hand in hand*

Just? Sometimes a Padawan-ship is you, your Teacher, your OTHER Teacher, and her body guards that teach you Cool Knife Tricks and how to gamble, behind Obi-Wan's back! :D

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[asce-of-hearts]

Hey hey can I have 💘 I had a dream about you last night... and

🦌 If I loose you, I don’t know what I will do. — With Shanks?💌💌

Put me to ease

Contents: Yandere!Shanks with prompts: 💘🦌

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Nights at the ship are quiet. Nothing more than the endless ocean surrounding you to keep you company late at night. It's a strange feeling, knowing outside of the vast dark sea there's something else, someone else, people, children, men and women. There are things there, and you are missing out. Are you really? You try to delude yourself to think and pretend you don't want to grab an escape ship and let the ocean take you to wherever you're supposed to be, you fantasize about it more than you would like.

A stubble nuzzling against your neck gets you out of train of thought.

"Restless?" Shanks asks, a lazy, indulgent smile plastered on his handsome face. You unconsciously tense and then relax as he wraps his arm around your waist, making you lean a little more against the railing of the deck.

"My thoughts are killing me again." You murmur, lashes fluttering as he peppers soft kisses around your neck and shoulders. He lets out a hum of acknowledgement, and then there's silence.

"I have strange thoughts too, you'll live." He tries to provide comfort, you sigh.

"It's not that easy, Shanks. I... It makes me exhausted."

"I know," He answers, his eyes darken for a moment. "But you'll live, I promise you will. Come back to bed, alright? I'll put you at ease."

"I'm not tired."

"You just said you were exhausted," He cocks a brow, turning you around to face him. And you can't help but laugh at his puzzled expression, making him frown a little more, mocking anger. "Don't make fun of your captain, that's not nice."

"I thought you said that before my captain you were my partner." You tease.

"Well, I take it back," He groans as he uses his arm to lift you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, you're surprised at his sheer strength, at how easily he manages to lift your entire weight like it's nothing. "There we go, back to bed," He smirks, and bites playfully at the skin of your waist, making you squeak as he starts to walk back to your shared room. "I had a dream about you last night... Well, a few moments prior."

"What did you dream?" You ask him, staring at the floor as he carries you back, you feel his grip tighten.

"Eh... Not telling, sorry." He answers sheepishly, and from one moment to another he has already left you in the bed, careful and tender despite it all. You throw him a pillow as he turns off the candles, he catches it mid air, without even blinking.

You quickly find your place between his body and the covers, like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly no matter what happens. His arm, always protectively wrapped around your waist, snakes to its already claimed spot. You close your eyes, ignoring the faceless ghosts that tell you to run away, to chase your freedom.

"If I loose you, I don’t know what I will do," He whispers, his voice already gruff and groggy, you can feel the hairs on your neck rise at the intensity of his voice, of his words, even if they seem like gentle whispers. "So don't force me to figure it out."

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[lily-jaxk]

MC Twin AU - RAFAYEL'S Muse [2]

"So, what do you guys do at the bottom of the ocean?"

"We do what humans do. Eat, sleep, play, fight."

"Sooo... you're not that much different from us?"

"No. Lemurians are totally better than you fleshy humans."

"You guys have flesh too!! Stop making it sound like an insult Ariel!'

"My name is not Ariel! Who even is that!? Is there another Lemurian you are talking to that isn't me!?"

"Pffft- You're such a silly fishie. Hmm, well, Ariel is a . . . . well the term is mermaid but I guess Lemurian works, from another world."

"What? That literally makes no sense."

"Well it makes sense to me so that's all that matters! Tsk, annoying fishie."

"Bratty human."

"are u awake yet :D" "wake up :((" "bubblleess" "bubblesss" "haaiiiii" ":DD" ":((" ". . . . rafayel?" "YES!! FINALLY! why didnt you wake up when i first texted you" "??? you do realize its like" "3 am in the morning" "oh is it? i haven't slept yet" "WHAT??? BITCH GET OFF THE PHONE!" "GO TO BED???" "nu :( I gotta finish this painting" "???" "come over :( now :(" "?? at 3 am ??? i don't even have your address so" "[Location Sent] come" ". . . wtf. ykw fine whatever"

You were exhausted, but you knew if you didn't listen to him, Rafayel would whine and bother you for who knows how long. What a brat.

A cute brat, but a brat none the less.

You push his door open and stroll in, adjusting the plastic bag you had in your arm. "Rafayel?" You call out, closing the door behind you.

"Over here." you hear, making you sigh and slowly walk to the living room, seeing the familiar man staring at his huge painting. You walk closer to him and place the bag down, then drag a chair to sit next to him as you open the snack packet. "Say 'ahh'"

"Ahhh-" Rafayel opens his mouth as he continues to blankly stare at the painting, allowing you to gently place the chip in his mouth. You turn to stare at the painting, cocking your head to the side as you try to make sense of the different colours. "What exactly are you trying to draw?" You question, slowly feeding your (no he wasn't yours snap out of it!) fish.

"It's a surprise~" He hums, turning to stare at you with a cheeky smile on his face, making you huff. "You shouldn't even be looking at it! Tsk tsk bubbles."

"Tsk tsk!? Don't tsk tsk Ariel!"

"I am not as stupid as that mermaid! Will you stop calling me that?"

"Noopppe!" You giggle, feeding him the last chip and crumbling up the bag. "Now, time for bed Ariel. Unlike you, I need my beauty sleep!"

It wasn't until you went back home to your bed that you pause, blinking with confusion. Did the Little Mermaid exist in this world? How did Rafayel know who Ariel was?

You shurg and snuggle closer to your plush. Eh, you think about that later.

Rafayel, you rediscover, is a clingy brat.

"Bubblessssss." He would whine on the phone while you're at work, making you sigh and struggle to explain to your friends that he wasn't your boyfriend.

"Bubblesssssss!" Rafayel would pout at you whenever he drags you out for an outing, his eyes watering as you glare at him for making you lose your concentration when you were trying to get a new plush.

"Bubbles...." He mumbled against your neck as you found yourself on the same couch in your sister's home, your twin sleeping on the couch across you two and Rafayel resting on you.

"Are you and Rafayel dating?" Your sister asks, and you freeze in fear. Because at the end of the day, even with the lingering touches the two of you leave each other, even with the way Rafayel's eyes darken as he stares at you, even with the way he brushed his lips on your cheek when he thought you were sleeping.

You . . . .you weren't his bride.

And it hurt. It tore your hearts to shreds.

So you do the logical thing, you run.

Whenever he called you, you ignored it.

If he was nearby, you push your sister forward and make an excuse and bolt it.

You run, because that's the only thing you can really do. You could definitely not fight him, with Rafayel being the fucking god of the sea. You couldn't hide forever, with him definitely having eyes on your sister meaning he definitely had eyes on you as well.

So you ran, because that was the only thing you were really good at.

"bubbles?"

"idk what I did wrong, but please just listen"

"I have something to tell you, can you come to the beach at 9?"

"Please. And after this, if you truly want me to leave, then I'll never speak to you again."

. . .

Yet, just like a fisherman at sea, you listen to the Siren's call.

You park your car near the beach, and let out a small sigh and cover your face. This was a bad idea. You had no right to continue to chase after him.

You should have ignored him, you should ignore him. But. . . . . but just this once would be ok right?

You let out a sigh, and step out the car, slowly walking towards Rafayel, who was standing at the edge of the beach, the waves licking his feet. He remains quiet for a bit as you stand next to him, but just when you open your mouth to say something, he opens his mouth.

"A long time ago, someone told me a story of a mermaid."

He glances at you. "The mermaid was the princess of the ocean, who longed to understand human culture. So whenever she got the chance, she would collect things like forks, knives, statues, dresses, anything about humans. Then one day, after saving a human from a sinking ship, she fell in love."

You blink. "Are you.... telling me the story of Ariel??"

Wait. Wait wait wait!

You drag out your phone as he continues, fingers flying across the screen. "She went to the sea witch and begged for a way to become human so she could be with the human prince, and in exchange, she gave up her voice."

"Where the fuck-?"

"She had three days to get the Prince to kiss her, or she would turn back into a mermaid and belong to the witch, though, that was only the-"

"Disney Version/Sugar coated version..." The both of you say, your voice fading as you see 'No Results' when you type in 'The Little Mermaid' and 'Disney'. You slowly look up at him, gasping and taking a step back when you realize how close he was to you. He grabs your arm and yanks you closer to his form, his eyes dark. Rafayel cups your face, placing his forehead against your own. "They told me that one day, they would tell me the true end of that story." He murmurs, raising your right hand to place a kiss on your wrist, and oh how it burned like the flames he controlled. "That all I had to do was find them again, and they would tell me the rest. That even if they don't remember, if there's a slight chance that they also get reincarnated, they would tell me the original ending, and agree to be my Bride."

He places a kiss near your lips, and you shudder with want. "[Name]. . . .my Bride-"

"Rafayel -"

"Please." Rafayel begs, and you choke. "Please. . . .tell me the true ending....so I can finally have you again in my arms..."

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[mrs-monaghan]

Hey Shaz, how are you. I have been sad lately, and I was hoping you could cheer me up. Would it be too much to ask you to do a post on Hobi accidentally putting our favorite couple out there?

Listen. Not alot of people would put this moment on the list but its on the list for me. But mostly because this happens to me all the time! See anon, I am a laugher. I laugh ALOT, much like Jhope.

Not too long ago my sister and her hubby were going at it over something and I was in the back seat just laughing my head off. Then day before yesterday a close friend of mine and her hubby had a silly back and forth and I was there having the time of my life. So when I saw this tweet by Busan baes just now I couldn't help but add it to the list because Jhope here 👆🏾 is me when a couple bickers near me. And I bet I'm not the only one who's experienced this. So yeah, to me Jhope's reaction to Jikook here goes on the list 1300%

But moving on, anon. Exhibit B

A popular moment we all know and love ☺

I go more in depth about it here. The fact that Jhope didn't even notice his slip up thou 🤭🤭

Exhibit C.

Anon idk what in your life is making you sad but I'm hoping this small analysis of Jhope being a snitch, brings a smile to your face 😘 it sure brings a huge grin to mine 😂 its the way Jhope couldn't wait to tell Jimin what he had seen. Poor JK 🤣 Nah, I love that moment sm 🤭🤭

P.S -> that moment answers the age old question on who Jhope would pick if Jikook ever broke up 🤭🤭

Exhibit D

I talk about it here. I remember some ot7s tried debunking this moment by saying that Jhope confuses Jimin and JK's names all the time, so this was just him doing that. While that explanation is valid, it doesn't apply here. When Jhope shouts "JK!" He actually turns around to look at JK. So yeah, he didn't make a mistake this time.

Exhibit E

Speaking of Jhope confusing their names. On this compilation is all members confusing Jikook with eo.

Ends at 3:50. You will notice the culprit is mostly Jhope. This part is my fav 😂😂

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Its hilarious to me but its also really telling, anon. He is one of the reasons we know Jikook spend ALOT of time together.

Exhibit H

This compilation here shows Jhope being the Jikook president he is 😍

Among the things mentioned, is this moment where Jhope shouts "wifey" when JK carries Jimin

Notice how he didn't say it when JK was carrying anyone else ☕

Exhibit I

I actually didn't know about this one, anon. It's new to me 🤭

Its on this analysis here by "breakdown the kookmin" we all know that moment in rom coms where the couple goes to a pottery date and the man sits behind the woman, wraps his hands around hers and they mould the clay together. Now why on earth would Jhope tell JK to do that to Jimin? Eh? And like BTK asks, why can't he just do it himself? 😏😏 oh Hobi 🤭 tell us more, please 😂 tell us everything! ☕

Exhibit J

I don't really need to say much about this one do I?

It's a popular Jhope outing Jikook moment. Basically Jimin was lagging behind and Jhope went to JK specifically -not any other member- to complain about Jimin being slow. You know, like how you can go to a boyfriend about their girl and vice versa?

Tweet with video here

Exhibit K

Is another common moment. We talk about this live a little bit here and talk about Jimin being a big eater here.

Otherwise there is plenty of analyses videos on this live everywhere. e.g this one.

This is considered a Jihope moment but really its a Jikook one. Once you realise JK was in the room, what Jhope was doing to Jimin makes sense. This was a bestfriend teasing their other bestfriend about how they were gonna get some later 🤭🤭 tihihihihi.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST (he will continue to slip once they finish serving. Ha haa)

Exhibit L

We talk about this moment here. Like I said, he could have used Jin or Suga as an example, but he used JK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Jikook is real. Have been boyfriends for a long while. So if in doubt, then pay attention to Jhope 😁😁 He's the closest to them which means once in a while he will slip up.

Thanks for the ask anon, I enjoyed doing it 😘 Hope you've cheered up and are feeling better 💛💜

[jetblack4realz]

protector - haymitch abernathy

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you're a bit paranoid about the capitol and their questions.

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

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your prep team was back, much to your displeasure.

"wow, those girls assigned to the districts really don't keep you up to the same standards that we do," zenia, a woman with an extremely large nose and a very loud mouth said with a tsk of her tongue.

her counterpart and her twin brother, zanio, with an equally large nose but bit of a smaller mouth nodded. "yes, it's abrazing."

you knitted your brows. "i don't think that word means what you think it does-"

"i mean, look at how much your skin has been affected by the sun!" zenia continued, running one gloved hand up and down your arm and coating it in a shimmery lotion. "you've got dark spots all over. it's ridiculous."

"they're called freckles, zenia," you sighed.

"well, they completely ruin the look of the bronzed beach babe," she sighed.

"i am a bronzed beach babe."

"we won't even be able to tan you to make you so."

"i am tan."

"not the right tan. too... dark, not orange."

"i don't want to be orange."

"maybe gold is better?" zanio offered.

his sister hummed like a bee was stuck up her nose, scrunching it as she tilted her head at you. "eh. doesn't go with her eyes."

you rolled your eyes, leaning back in the chair as zanio began braiding your hair back. "can we finish up here?"

"we're working on it, sunshine, lighten up," zenia scoffed.

zanio patted your shoulder. "it'll be soon, honey."

you furrowed your brows. "don't call me that."

"why?" the purple-haired man asked.

"they makin' you look all capitol-y, honey?"

you clicked your tongue, holding a finger up without turning to look at the door. "that's why."

haymitch sauntered into the room with his hands tucked in his pockets, one brow raised as he finally came to stand in front of you. "vomit green is not your color, honey."

you glared at him, sitting up to whack his arm. "oh, shut up, haymitch."

"it's not vomit green, it's ocean chartreuse," zenia said, raising her chin at the boy.

"either way, it's not a color that should be going on her eyes," he told her, gesturing to your face. "wipe it off."

she huffed. "you're not in charge here, mr. abernathy."

"wipe it off," you told her.

she hesitated, her face slowly morphing into a screwed up frown, and then she was aggressively wiping off your makeup with remover. then, after several seconds of her brother and haymitch watching with wide eyes as you squeezed yours shut and reached to push her hands away, she screamed and threw the wipes on the floor, stomping her foot.

"fine! do it yourself!" she screeched, and then she was dragging zanio out of the green room by his shirt sleeve.

as the door slammed behind them, you turned to haymitch with a small smile, a laugh bubbling in your throat. "she's a bit overdramatic."

he laughed, shaking his head. "just a bit. come here, honey, you've still got snot powder on your face." he grabbed another wipe off the rolling table next to you and began dabbing at your eyeshadow again.

"snot powder," you echoed with a laugh. "yes, please get that off of me."

he smiled as he continued to wipe away the green stuff, his touch gentle as one hand held your head steady and the other brushed the wipe over your eyelids.

"what color should we do instead?" you asked him as you kept your eyes shut.

he hummed and shook his head even though you couldn't see him. "you know, i don't think we should do anymore makeup. you look great, honey."

"well, thanks, h, but we're going on national television and i could at least do with a smokey eye," you answered as he wiped the last bit of eyeshadow off. you blinked a few times before you could see him shaking his head again.

"i don't know what that is, but i promise you don't need it," he told you. "i like you better natural."

you smiled. "you don't think i'd look better golden?"

"you're already golden in my eyes, darlin'," he said with a smirk, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. after a few moments, he pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "my golden girl."

"your golden girl?" you asked.

he nodded, smirking still. "mine, all mine."

you kissed him shortly again before pushing him back and standing from your chair. "as long as you're mine too, abernathy." you walked to the vanity mirror where zenia's collection of makeup was still sitting.

he laughed, following you to the mirror. "oh, honey, you've got me wrapped around your little finger." he watched you pick up a tube of jet black mascara and knitted his brows. "i thought i said no more makeup."

"i'll get behind no more eyeshadow, but there is no way in hell that i'm doing that interview without mascara," you told him as you swiped the sticky stuff on your lashes.

"alright, well, you do what you like, i like you anyhow," he said, pressing a short kiss to your cheek. "hurry up, though, we're on in two."

"two?" you asked with raised brows.

"two," he laughed.

you finished up your mascara quickly before turning and clasping your necklace on. you stepped back to look in the mirror, eyes scanning over your very simple black mermaid dress and gold jewelry. "they were going to add a big feather thing, but i think i like it better without."

"i definitely like it better without the big feather thing."

"you haven't seen it."

"i don't like it. you look gorgeous."

you smiled in the mirror, haymitch's arms snaking around your waist securely. "you don't look too bad yourself."

he was in a simple black suit with gold accents down the sleeves and collar, and a black shirt underneath. no tie, which you were sure was his own doing. his hair was slicked back a little and he had the slightest touch of gold makeup on his cheeks and eyes that looked like he'd tried to wipe off.

"well, thanks honey, but you're really outshining me here," he told you, smiling as he kissed your cheek again. "now come on, caesar's got a million and a half questions waiting for us about our relationship."

"anything you want me to say specifically?" you asked as he spun you around and grabbed your hand.

"nope. just make it interesting," he answered.

"we are interesting," you said.

"damn right we are hun," he hummed. "but, we've gotta be even more interesting. but mysterious. mysteriously interesting."

"alright," you chuckled.

"come on," he said, pulling your hand and dragging you with him to the stage just as caesar announced you both.

"and the newest capitol couple, our district darlings, the seaside sweethearts, victor valentines y/n flanagan and haymitch abernathy!"

you both walked on the stage with wide smiles, tossing waves to the crowd before you reached caesar. you released haymitch's hand to offer caesar a hug, haymitch shaking his hand after you pulled away, and then you sat comfortably on the loveseat next to your boy.

"welcome back, my favorite victors! look at the two of you—still the capitol’s golden pair," caesar said excitedly. "miss flanagan, it’s been three months since your games—and three months since that very memorable kiss under the stars." he winked at you both. "tell us—how has life as lovers… and legends… treated you?"

"well, we’ve had to get creative with long-distance romance. between 12's charming lack of cell service and her extremely precise sleep schedule, it sure has been in adventure," haymitch answered, chuckling as he leaned back and threw an arm over your shoulder.

"your precise sleep schedule?" caesar asked with a grin as he turned his attention to you.

you laughed lightly, tucking some hair behind your ear. "yes. i'm very diligent with my night routine."

"ten o'clock bedtime and then she's up again at six early," haymitch said with a shake of his head.

"every day," you agreed, nodding. "never go to bed past ten for anything."

"well, maybe not anything, but definitely someone," haymitch teased, and the audience practically exploded in laughter. caesar himself started giggling as you rolled your eyes at the boy.

"oh i'm sure," caesar said with a laugh. "now haymitch, tell us honestly: when you saw her step off that train again—what was the first thing that went through your head?"

haymitch paused, glancing sideways at you with a smile before looking back to caesar. "that she was gonna kill me for not writing her a song like i promised."

"a song?!" caesar exclaimed with a yell. "a song? haymitch abernathy was going to write her a song?"

"and didn't," haymitch said pointedly, wagging a finger at him as he grinned lopsidedly.

"it's a shame, really," you sighed, smiling as you gazed at him. "i'm sure it was going to be a beautiful song, h..."

"oh, yeah, yeah, lay off it," he said, waving a hand as he chuckled.

"well, when you inevitably write one for the girl we hope to hear it too," caesar said. "but anyways, miss flanagan - what was your first thought when you saw mr abernathy at the train station?"

you smiled, glancing at haymitch and squeezing his hand gently. "that i don't think i could go another three months without seeing him again. i missed him more than i ever thought i could miss somebody."

the audience let out a collective "aww" and caesar held a hand to his heart as he gazed at you both with a watery smile. "well, that is just so sweet. we are all rooting for you both. you are just the sweetest couple we have ever had on this stage."

"you flatter us, caesar," haymitch laughed.

"no, seriously," he said. "but there is one question we all, i'm sure, have."

"and what's that, caesar?" you wondered.

"when is the wedding, of course?"

everyone laughed but you, haymitch, and caesar, the latter staring at you both with raised brows and an expectant smile.

"well, when we get engaged, pal, you'll be the first to know," haymitch told him, mustering a casual grin that was, to you, not very casual.

"oh, but have you spoken of it? you know, on your nightly phone calls that surpassed ten o'clock?" the host wondered.

your smile was thin as you took the question. "that's a great question, and one for the two of us, i think. we have spoken about many things."

"like kids?" he laughed loudly.

"a lot of things," you reiterated.

"even you, caesar," haymitch said, grinning as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"me?" he gasped.

"you," you laughed.

"what about me?"

"oh, lots of things, flickerman," haymitch teased. he waved his hand. "don't worry your pretty head about it."

caesar clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "you rascal."

"that's me," haymitch chuckled.

"well, we wish you both the best and we're excited to see your adventures around the capitol this week. keep us updated!"

"sure will," you told him with a smile.

"everybody, our lethal lovers!"

and then you were off, walking away with a wave and a smile. haymitch squeezed your hand, pressing another kiss to the side of your head and mumbling, "good job, honey. just one more week to go."

"why did he ask about marriage?" you whispered as you pulled him off backstage and towards the elevator.

"honey, we've got an afterparty."

"we can show up late," you dismissed. "what did he mean by that?"

"it's just... i mean, we've gotta consider it, right?" he said quietly. "this is the long game. i just thought we could hold out for a little longer."

"we are holding out for a little longer," you told him.

he sighed. "no, i know. i know we are. maybe that's the mystery part of it - why we're not getting married yet. really, it's working in our favor."

"did snow say something to him?" your volume dropped even more. "does he want us to be married? does he not believe us?"

"he believes us, honey, it's fine," he insisted, grabbing your hands and stopping you just in front of the elevator. "because it is real." he paused. "right?"

"well, of course it is," you breathed out. "to me at least."

he smiled. "good. that's what matters. we're fine, you're just a little stressed because we weren't expecting that question. but, it's okay."

"yeah. yeah, you're right," you breathed out.

"of course i'm right," he said. "now we're gonna head back to the room, take a little breather, maybe relax a little bit and then head out to the afterparty and create even more excitement over ourselves."

"okay."

"okay."

he smiled at you and pressed the elevator button, leaning passed you to do so. as he pulled back he pressed his lips to yours, smiling into it as you settled on your feet with your hands on his chest. he stood straight again, his hand now on your waist as the doors pinged open.

"okay."

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

1k / 39 / post-apocalypse au, part 3

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By the time Soap eases himself off of Roach’s back and Ghost hauls him into what must be the infirmary cabin, you turn around to find the camp’s gates shut tight and fortified in preparation for nightfall. One way in, one way out, as with any smart semi-permanent settlement. You’re locked into the squad’s camp. Not on purpose, Price tells you. But you swear there’s amusement behind his eyes.

No good deed goes unpunished.

It’s more of an encampment than a settlement, with log buildings and structures everywhere. Looks like something they fixed up into someplace livable. Nicer than most hovels you’ve seen since society crunched under the boot heel of chemical warfare. You’re tempted to root around the place, get a better look around inside, too, but going inside somewhere enclosed makes you feel itchy now. You sit outside at the campfire instead, leaning back against the massive, furry flank of your snoozing dog.

Price looks at you over the fireside, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. His blue eyes seem to be analyzing you.

Roach sleeps next to you, one of his front paws flopped over your leg. It must be nice to be able to go to sleep that fast, no worrying about what the morning could bring.

You don't look at Price for a long time. But the more you concentrate on looking away, the more irritated you get. You pull at the grass. Finally, you glance back. He doesn’t politely avert his eyes. That irritates you even more.

"What?" you snap at him.

Price shrugs, not at all bothered. "Just checking you out." He takes a drag of his cigarette, leans back, and eyes you. "Smoke?"

"Where the hell are you getting cigarettes? You live in the middle of the woods."

He chuckles. "Trade with some of the settlements a way away. Cigarettes always make good bartering chips."

"Not if you smoke 'em all up."

"Gotta indulge where I can." He blows a stream of smoke away from you. "Here."

He's right, too. He hands you a cigarette.

A few minutes later, you're enjoying it, letting the nicotine soak in after a long day. That's still one favor you owe Soap and now one to Price.

"Your dog got a name?" Price asks as he lights his own next cigarette."

"Roach."

"What's his deal? Mutie hound?"

"He was my dog before he went all..." You square your hands. "Big. So he listens to me."

Price eyes the beast. "Sure he does. Must be conveneint, being able to tell him to sit there and keep your feet warm, huh?"

You take another drag, leaning forward a bit more toward the fire. "Sure is. Slobber everywhere, though. And the farts he rips..."

"Worse than the mutagen?"

"Exactly. Chemical warfare."

He chuckles. "Soap mentioned you once or twice. Never a dog, though."

"I thought I lost him to the forest." You glance at Price sideways. "What did Soap say?"

"Eh. He says too much."

"Right."

"Just said you're scrappy for a civvy. Pretty scrappy, period." He takes in another drag. "Seemed fond of it."

You scoff. Civvy. Is that what you are? But you don't pick a fight about it. The cigarette is good. You feel like you could lay down in front of this fire and sleep. Maybe you will.

Price doesn't say anything more. The silence is comfortable. You take in the atmosphere. It's peaceful, really: the fire warm and bright, the forest sounds and the smell of smoke mixing pleasantly with the cloud of nicotine in your lungs.

Price takes another drag. "Soap's a good lad, even if he can't quite stop shooting his mouth off."

"How many of those you got?"

"Cigarettes?"

"Mhm."

"How many you tryna borrow?"

"Another one."

"You'll get hooked if you're not careful."

"Indulging where I can, aren't I?"

"You are at that." Price hands you another with a smirk. "And a handful. You know, that dog of yours is a lot of muscle. We could use that."

"You're not the first one to think that, old man. He only listens to me, so don't get any nasty ideas about offing me and stealing him."

Price smirks. Sounds like you have experience dealing with other survivors. "Wouldn’t be a bad trade-off," he says, shifting into a lazier position as he stares into the fire. "Might anyways. Can't imagine keeping a dog that size just for a foot warmer. That beast's gotta be put to use. Turn him into a war hound or something." He takes another drag. "Can't imagine Soap'd be happy about you gettin' killed, though. Or the other lads, for that matter."

You smirk. You can tell he's got a dry sense of humor. You do, too. "Can't kill civvies, can you?"

"You're hardly a civvy," Price mutters under his breath. "Civvies're tame."

"Shame. Guess you're not getting my dog."

"Pity." Price taps his cigarette ash into the dirt. "Got a lot of cigarettes and nobody to smoke 'em."

"Thought you bartered them."

"Just getting a head start in case the trading starts to slow down. Keeps the supply low." Price takes in another drag. "But suit yourself. Best to leave before you get hooked."

He flicks the cigarette into the fire and walks away. You watch the flames and feel the warm lure of sleep pull you closer. It's like another favor for a favor, isn't it? Roach's aid and yours in exchange for a full night of rest and another day of cigarettes and food. Maybe two days. Just enough to recharge and get enough sleep. Enough for Roach to recover.

You curl into Roach's side, closing your eyes. Just another day or two. That's all. Then you'll vanish.

Roach nudges you as you nestle into his fur. You're exhausted, but you're also safe and more or less relaxed for the first time in days--weeks--and your mind finally starts to slow down.

The fire crackles gently in front of you. Roach snores quietly, content to keep you company through the long, quiet, dark night.

For the first time in a long time, you feel warm and safe. It's not much. But it's enough.

You let your eyes close and finally succumb to sleep.

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