#he wont admit it but he enjoys the company

[zaynes-ocs]

Totally obsessed rn with the song “Mucka Blucka (Intro to Cacophony)” by Chonny Jash as a duet between Milo and Rothgar with Rothgar being the lower tone idk it just fits their duo energy even though they (probably) dont canonically interact but hearing the song as both their voices is so funnyyyyyy

[whokilledsamara]

hello my lovely!!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

i figured since you sent me a request i'll send you one too if that's okay?! i see a lack of mr hood on ur acc so maybe some headcanons for him if you have any!!? anything cute or anything filthy!!

MR. HOOD N/SFW HCS

a list of Mr. Hood x reader hcs {an: ofc my love, hope you like!! 💋💋}

warnings || smut, tentacles, monster fucking, soft dom, slight violence, black goo

{an || ah hello!! i hope you enjoy these, i dont have much Mr. Hood and i wanted to write for him soon so thank you!}

SFW

Mr. Hood is a difficult lover, as expected. he cant quite grasp the concept of love- or he just doesn't want to. it will take forever to even convince him to admit his feelings.

he is known to bring gifts, or anything he comes across that would seem to interest you. he just really likes seeing you happy!

he is a very monotone guy, rarely any emotion noticeable from him honestly. he prefers to keep things leveled out and little to no affection.

even if you aren't "shrunken", he still likes having you inside of his coat. he says its for safety purposes, but you know its more than that.

when it comes to the others- he doesn't mind letting you hang out with them! he isn't controlling whatsoever and allows you to pretty much do as you please.

usually he is gone somewhere, but don't worry, he is always watching. even if you cant see him per se, he has his "eyes" on you.

he wont admit it, but he enjoys your company. his biggest fear is loosing you. therefore, if you call for him- he will always be there.

cold? he will either stuff you inside of his coat with him or he will just take it off and hand it to you. something about seeing you in it does something for him.

NSFW

he is a very gentle lover. while yes, he has a lot of pent up tension, he wont be rough with you unless explicitly asked. if you do however allow him to be rough, he will still have restraint.

he doesn't have a penis, he has tentacles. they work the same, and act the same, just don't look the same. {feels better too}

he is terrified of harming you, so any negative noise you make will cause him to halt his motions. just tap his arm or something to make him resume.

not a greedy or teasing lover. will give you what you both want, and do it efficiently.

his favorite position is missionary. he gets to use all of your holes at once with his multiple tentacles.

his cum is black and translucent, but has the consistency of human semen. tastes like literally nothing.

noises aren't very frequent with him. you might hear a grunt or two every now and then, but nothing loud or anything.

his hands feel very cool against your body, often groping and grabbing whatever flesh he can. specifically your neck.

very few limits on what he will do. anything you ask, he will do silently and immediately. very obedient.

he is a very soft dom. will please you and will be quiet without degradation or roughness, but always on "top".

hehehe,, might make more...

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[yayita-art]

Chavales…

It’s finally done…

My hand hurts but its here

POWERLESS SONADOW KID AU! HIGH SCHOOL

CHARACTERS

SKYLAR-CHILLI (HEDGEHOG)

(He/him)

Skylar its not so different from the original au, the only difference is that he is more distant and having to deal with idiot bullies.

He lives with Maria’s family, since he wanted to go to high school with her, not wanting to be completely alone there, (He’ll be surprise to find another 3 person that will becomes his friends too) she has been a great support in this high school thing.

He is in love wit one of his friends, Sunny, one of the cheerleaders and sweet girl that he considers… his precious dandelion girl (ofc he never calls her that in person, only in his head)

With Alex, well, they definitely don’t get bored, but Skylar for sure prefers when they talk about books and movies (he will never admit that he actually admires the crazy stuff they come out and their audacity)

He also loves games nights with Colin, a big guy always gives him the comfortable silence of just playing and enjoying a good time, and a good listener too.

MARIA (HEDGEHOG)

(She/her)

Maria is also not different from the original au, but she is more mature, a genius and actually pretty kind with everyone.

Now that she is a bit more older and more conscious about Skylar situation, she is happy to have him there, since high school, even tho she helps everyone, that doesn’t protects her from bullies and having to deal with then just like Skylar

Sunny its one of just the few persons that makes her go grumpy to smiles in a second, (she also considers her a dandelion too)

Takes care a gives advice to all her friends, even tho one Alex always proves her patience.

With Colin, both are the voice of reason of the group, always enjoying the nice and quiet company of th big boy, but it seen that with her he’s more open up to talk more.

SUNNY (HEDGEHOG)

(She/her)

Sunny is a energetic girl with a kind heart and with a big imagination.

She is one of the most popular cheerleader in the school, but she prefers of the company of her friends, that understand her, and enjoy the same things as her, not letting the popular people messing with them, at least when she is there, since mean people always find a way to do their fun.

Skylar is one of her bestest of friends, always wanting to be with him and spend time with him, and encouraging him to do his best in every thing he wants to do like a good cheerleader.

She sees Maria like the most intelligent she has known, always helping her with her homework (when Skylar cant), she also like to go shopping and going out with her, talking about stuff.

With Alex is pure Chaos, always making pranks or liking just the wild vibe.

And with Colin… she thinks like a kind protective giant, she can not help but giggle of the fact that she feels like a tiny elf compared to to him.

ALEX (FOX)

(They/them)

Alex is the crazy and chaotic neutral of the group lol. This creature of madness will want to have crazy adventures and going to crazy explorations any times they can, with Colin behind them like their second in command ( and also their body guard to not let Alex be in to much trouble), having a really personal story with him and being their first friend.

Enjoys teasing Skylar about liking Sunny, which makes Skylar a bit embarrassed and annoyed.

And to tease him more, they gives very subtle comments to Sunny about it, knowing that she wont catch it because of her absent-minded head.

Leading to Maria, giving then the big sister attitude to stop teasing them.

They are also very protective about their friends and themselves, making really creative pranks to the bullies in revenge.

COLIN (BEAR)

(He/him)

Colin is the silent and calm protector of the group, also known as the babysitter of Alex lol. Loves spending time with all of his friends, and being there for them, never making him feel like he is scary but more like a very huggable teddy bear, he loves that.

Enjoy spending late nights with Skylar and talking about art, giving him also someone confident to talk about anything.

He help Maria with her projects too, since he also likes to build things. Maria and im know what its like to be the big sister/brother of the group and help each other with that too.

With Sunny is very protective and sweet, always giving her head pats and little nice things that he know that she enjoys (he gives her the toys of the happy meals or a egg kinder lol)

Alex and him have a history together, Alex being the first friend that he has ever had, always close behind to see what new prank they are come out with.

Colin can be very scary if anyone cross the line with his friends, you do not want him to be mad.

Maria-> @disgracedghostprincess

Skylar-> @cyucya

[kyamiia]

Wolf hybrid! Sanemi x Deer hybrid! reader

cw: mild animalistic traits (little prey & predator dynamics, only when mating), obvious fucking, breeding, size king/ strength difference, deer! reader,

- wolf hybrid! Sanemi who couldnt keep his eyes off you the first time he saw you <3 !!

- the way his ears perked up and his tail rose to attention when he caught sight of you in a crowded night market was comical, like he seen the most bewildering thing in his life.

-there goes ol’ you, talking to some merchant selling some miscellaneous product Sanemi couldn’t care about.

- actively changes his direction to go straight to you.

-nothing is scarier than a 5’10, scar covered, scary looking wolf hybrid approaching them as if he had some serious business with you, your deer ears pressing down on your head instinctively in fear as he approached you.

-surprisingly, he was mildly mannered, talking about how he noticed you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he held a small conversation with you.

-from that day on Sanemi was smitten, it didnt take long for you and him to get close, going out, he’d visit you when he didnt have a mission, once he even showed up to your front doorstep with your favorite bouquet of flowers, his white tail swishing side to side behind him.

-6 months into the friendship and you both realize you both enjoyed eachothers company more than you both would like to admit . One confession later you were intertwined in a relationship with Sanemi Shinazugawa.

-Sanemi is as passionate in bed as he is with his duties as a Hashira.

- it comes out brash and intense, he puts his 200% in you.

- fucks you like its his last time ever seeing you, your head is tilted back as gasps are constantly coming from your throat

- he bullies his cock inside you as he leaves harsh kisses on the kiss of your exposed neck, he pants along your skin, his hips slapping against yours a the wet erotic, downright pornographic squelching sound fills the little space between you two.

“yeah yeah yeah yeah so good- yer good fer’me”

Sanemi slurs against your skin as he licks the sheen of sweat that stays atop your skin, his powerful hips bucking against yours in clouded abandon, he needs you, you feel so good, so snug around him, the warmth and wetness of your cunt cloud all of his senses as all he can think about is how good you feel around him. He removes his head from the crook of your neck, some strands of his ivory hair sticking to his sweaty skin before his lilac eyes glance down, taking in the sight of how his dick disappears into the plush of your cunt, its so hypnotizing, the way his girth sinks into you with minimal resistance , its like you were made for him.

Without thinking he grips your hips harshly, pulling out of your warm depths before flipping you over onto your stomach which earned him a squeal from you, turning your body to look behind you, deer ears pinned back against your head in confusion, eyebrow furrowing

“Sanemi ?”

your meek voice calls out before he hovers over you, lilac eyes wide and penetrating right into your very soul

“lemme cum in you.”

he growls out as his hand goes to play with your tail, his fingers going through the soft fur as his fingers ghost up your back and between your shoulder blades

“please let me cum in you.. y’feel like heaven.”

Sanemi practically whines, its needy and filled with such longing, his nose presses against your shoulder as he lets out a shuddered breath against your skin, he waits for your answer, not moving an inch unless he’s given a definitive yes or no.

“Sanemi yes- fuck— just fill me up-“

You whine as you arch your back into him, feeling empty at the lack of him being inside you after being so spent, you need him inside, it feels like the only thing that matters at the moment and that the world wont move unless he continues. With your clear answer his hand pushes your upper torso into the bed, its rough, it’s harsh as he presses his dick back inside, slowly easing himself deeper that elicits a sultry moan from you till hes buried at the hilt.

“hold on for me.”

He rasps into your ear before he snaps his hips up, its a snap that makes you audibly gasp, and before you know it hes set his pace but its rougher, like hes trying reach your lungs as his hips snap up frantically like a animal. White ears perked up a all he can focus on is how your ass jiggles with each rough thrust, his other hand snakes its way to the small space between your boulder blades as he pushes you down onto the bed more, using you as leverage to harshly fuck into you.

“oh yeah loook at you- fuck yah- yer so fucin pretty, gonna look all pretty with my cum in you.”

Sanemi babbles fall onto deaf ears as all you can focus on is how his fat tip pushes against your cervi with each thrust, its borderline brutalizing with how he holds you own and hoe he fucks you. the air being knocked out each time he pushes back in

“nemi- s-slow down- m gonna-“

A train couldnt even compare to how hard your orgasm hit, words catching in your throat like an animal in a trap, you bury your face into the mattress beneath you as you let out a high pitched cry, your cunt squeezing and contracting around Sanemi as he pushed inside you one last time, stilling and his hips lightly twitching as he finishes inside you.

hello :3 !!! plz hybrid wolf sanemi has been on the brain and i still don’t feel like i executed it perfectly, if you have any constructive criticism its very much welcome <3 !!

[percevalec]

THIS WONT STAY IN VEGAS {part 3}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You went clubbing with your friend, celebrating her moving to Vegas. You got drunk and don't remember anything. The next morning you find yourself in bed with a stranger and a ring around your finger

Words: 7.7k

Warnings: Alcohol, cursing, smut, not proof read.

18+, please don’t read in you’re underage

do not copy, rewrite or translate any of my work on any platforms.

You stand there by the sink, left puzzled by Arthur’s cryptic words. You try to remember who Alexandra is, but nothing comes to mind. The name doesn’t ring a bell.

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As you're walking back to Charles' room your mind suddenly reminded you that you do know her, well not personally. You remember reading something about her being his ex girlfriend during that google search you did on your way to the airport. 

As you enter the room, you see Charles laying on the bed, his phone in his hand. “Hey” you say as you walk over and lay next to him. By this point none of you found it weird or uncomfortable to spend time together, it was like second nature to always be close to each other. Mostly because you had to keep the act up in front of Pascal. Also you simply enjoyed each other's company, but you'd never admit that to yourself. 

Charles looks up from his phone as you enter the room, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Hey" he replies, setting his phone aside. He watches as you plop down on the bed, his eyes following your movements. “Guess what” you say, lifting your head to look over at him. Charles rolls onto his side to face you, his interest piqued by your tone. "What?" he asks, his gaze fixed on your face. “Arthur knows” you say in a surprisingly casual tone. Charles' eyes widened in surprise at your words. He wasn't expecting that. "Wait, what?! How does he know?" he asks, extremely confused as to why you’re so calm. “He overheard our conversation from three days ago, but he said he didn’t really care and he promised he wouldn’t tell anyone”. Charles takes a moment to absorb the information, relief washing over him at the fact that Arthur had promised to keep the secret. "Well that's good at least" he sighs. "The last thing we need is the media or my mom finding out." 

You respond with a slight guilt in your voice “Yeah, I think your mom likes me which makes this whole thing even more complicated than it already is” Charles nods in agreement, sadness in his expression. "She does, she loves every little thing about you." He reaches out and takes your hand in his, his fingers tracing your ring. "It's hard because she would be upset with both of us if she knew the truth." You sigh at his words, know "Right," he says quietly, disappointment in his voice. He had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to touch you like that, not when it was all pretend.  “Oh, i almost forgot, remember the party your mom is hosting next sunday” Charles furrows his eyebrows at the sudden change of conversation "Yeah, why?"  he says, his mind already drifting to the thought of the event. “Arthur told me to let you know that alexandra is coming, who is she?”. You still ask despite knowing the answer. You were curious to know what he would say.

Charles's eyes widened at the mention of the name "Alexandra." He hadn't expected you to ever say her name, he was left momentarily speechless. Groaning before answering. "She's an ex-girlfriend" he says, his tone guarded. “...Can I ask what happened?” you ask as you look down at the bed, avoiding his gaze. Charles lets out another deep sigh. "It's a bit of an old story," he says, his voice becoming quieter. "We dated for a few years, and then we just grew apart and eventually, it ended”. You nod your head as you listen to his story unsure on what to say. You look up at him and decide on “I'm sorry”. "It's fine," he replies, offering a small smile, though you can tell there's still a hint of sadness in his eyes. "It was a long time ago." He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath. “So why is your mom inviting her? especially now that we’re “married”. Charles sighs “She's the daughter of one of my moms friends, so she's always been around, even before we were dating. I'm surprised she even agreed to coming, we’ve been avoiding each other for a while”. 

You could tell this wasn't a simple story of a failed relationship. Maybe she meant more to Charles than you thought. “Maybe it's because she’s seen the articles about our perfect love story” you say laughing. Charles chuckles dryly, "Oh, I'm sure that's why," he says, rolling his eyes. "And she likely can't wait to make some snarky comment about it". “We can just avoid her, either way we have to be extremely convincing about our relationship during the party” Charles nods, taking your words to heart. "Yeah, well we can try to avoid her as much as possible, but she will probably want to talk to us." He sighs, contemplating the situation. "And you're right, we definitely have to sell this whole “perfect love” act even more at the party."

“Do you think it will be hard?” you ask.

Charles leans back against the headboard of the bed, mulling over your question. "Honestly?" he says, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I don't know. Pretending to be in love with you in front of our families has been... easier than I thought. But with Alexandra there, it could get complicated. She has a way of getting under my skin."

You’re not sure why his words made your stomach turn, but they did. So you ask the question you really don't want to know the answer to. “Do you still love her?” 

Charles is caught off guard by your direct question, his initial instinct was to deflect. But looking at your face, he knew he couldn't lie. "I don't know," he admits quietly, shaking his head. "There are still... feelings. But it's complicated ." He looks back at you, searching your eyes for any hint of jealousy or annoyance. “Well maybe she can be the reason for our divorce” you suggest, trying to make a positive out of a negative. You needed an excuse for the divorce either way, You had originally thought about a big public fight but this made things easier, Charles leaving you to be with his true love. It would be the first thing both of you didn't lie about.  

“You’ll realize you love her more than you loved me, that’s something the media will buy”. Charles hears the tinge of sadness in your voice and looks at you, his face softening. "You think so?" he asks, his tone laced with a hint of guilt for answering your question about Alexandra in the first place. "You'd be okay with the world thinking I fell for my ex girlfriend while being married to you?". Not truly wanting to answer his question, you reply “it doesn’t matter what i think, it's just an excuse to get out of this” Charles let out a deep sigh, the thought of having to explain to the world that he fell for someone else while being married to you didn't sit well with him, but he had no choice. "Yeah, I guess that's the best way" he finally says, reluctantly agreeing with your plan. “I’m sorry I'm in the way of you and her” you say in a low voice, almost whispering. Charles shakes his head, reaching over to take your hand in his. "You're not in the way," he says firmly, looking into your eyes. "This whole situation is just... complicated. And it's not your fault. It's not like you wanted to be fake married to me." You nod your head forcing a smile “yeah, of course”. 

Charles's heart twists at the sight of your forced smile. He wishes he could do more to ease your pain, but he knows that the situation is out of his control. He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle. “You love doing that don’t you” you ask chuckling, referring to him putting your hair behind your ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of Charles's lips as he realizes he's been caught. "Yeah, I guess I do," he admits sheepishly. "It just... feels natural, I guess." He lets his hand linger against your cheek for a moment, his touch tender. "Sometimes I wonder," you say, your voice soft and full of unsaid feelings. "What if we had met in a different way?” A soft sigh escaped your lips as you continued "I wonder where we’d be now". Charles lets out a wistful sigh as he contemplates your question, his mind wandering to the what if's. "Me too," he says quietly, his gaze fixed on your face. "If we had met under different circumstances... I wonder what could've been." 

 Neither of you say anything. You just stare into each other's eyes. 

"You're staring" he finally says, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re staring back” you reply, laughing at his words 

Charles lets out a low chuckle, his smirk widening. "Fair enough," he concedes, his eyes never leaving yours. “I'm getting sleepy, it's been a long day. Goodnight Charlie” you say before kissing his cheek and turning over. Charles’s heart skips a beat at the feel of your lips on his cheek, a small shiver running down his spine. He looks at your turned back, his gaze lingering on your form. “Goodnight,” he says quietly, the hint of a smile on his lips.

WEEK 2 DAY 3 

You and Charles wake up around the same time as always. You both get ready and head downstairs to the kitchen. That’s when you both realize that you're the only one home. "Looks like we've got the place to ourselves today," he says with a hint of surprise in his voice. “What should we do?” you ask as you walk closer to him.

Charles and you have now spent 14 days together, counting from the day you saw each other at the club, and you’re becoming inseparable. Despite not letting yourself, you still feel attracted to Charles and everyday it gets harder to suppress your feelings. Even after he confessed he still feels something for Alex. What you don't know is that he only started thinking about her again to not think about you. He started this ever since you turned him down the other day. He remembers your words perfectly “this could never work”.

Charles thinks about your question for a moment, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Well, we've got the whole house to ourselves," he says, a hint of excitement in his tone. "Why don't we make the most of it?". 

You walk closer. “Yeah? And how would we do that?. Charles grins as you walk closer to him, his eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness. "Well, let's see," he says, pretending to think. "We could watch a movie, bake something, or..." He steps closer to you, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. “Or….?” you whisper. Charles closes the remaining distance between you, his body just inches away from yours. He looks down at you, his gaze intense. "Or we could do something... more fun," he says, his voice a sultry whisper. “Actually, I think I'm craving Italian, take me to dinner” you say laughing as you step back. Charles feigns disappointment for a moment before chuckling softly. "Fine, Italian it is," he says, playfully rolling his eyes. "But only if I get to pick where we're going”. “You know this place better than I do anyways” Charles grins, happy to be the one who gets to choose. "Exactly," he says, a hint of smugness in his voice. "I know all the best spots in this city." He held out his hand "Ready to go?". 

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On your way to the restaurant you surprisingly only get stopped 3 times for pictures. Charles seems completely unfazed, smiling and waving graciously each time. As you finally arrive at the restaurant, he leads you inside, a hand placed on your lower back.

Charles and you are led to a secluded table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. He pulls out a chair for you before taking his own seat. "I've been here many times," he says, looking around the elegant space. "It's one of my favorite Italian spots in the city." You look around taking in the beauty “You know, i'll definitely miss Monaco when this is over”. "Yeah," he says quietly, his gaze drifting to the window outside. "But you'll come back to visit, right?" His ask, eyes flicking back to you. “Only if you bring me back here” you joke. A small smile tugs at the corner of Charles's lips. "Of course," he says, playing along. "This is definitely the best Italian food you'll ever have. You'll be craving it for months after you're gone." 

You order your meals and continue talking as you eat, the conversation flowing effortlessly between you. 

Charles leans back in his chair, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You know," he says suddenly, his eyes fixed on yours. "You're not bad to be married to. We make a pretty convincing couple." You laugh at his comment “Shut up” you say smiling. Charles mock-gasps in exaggerated surprise, placing a hand against his chest. "Hey, it's not my fault we're so good at pretending!" he protests, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

Everything continues going fine when suddenly your heart drops as you hear a voice calling your name. No one knew you here except Charles and his family. So it could only be one person, Leonardo.   

“Y/N Y/L/N … or i guess it’s Y/N Leclerc now” he says chuckling “Never thought i would see you here again, especially married” Charles head snaps up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, his muscles tensing almost instantly. He looks at you and sees the color drain from your face. “Leo, i never thought i would see you again either” you say giving Charles an apologetic look. This is the one thing you should have told him. The real reason you came to Monaco the first time. 

A few years back you were madly in love with Leonardo. You both met in New York, his mom used to Co-own the magazine company with your mother. Everything was perfect, whenever you thought about getting married you always pictured him waiting at the altar. So you agreed to move back home with him in Monaco, that's when your relationship started falling apart. He would come home late and blame it on the crazy traffic “so many tourists” he would say, trying to use it as an excuse. You believed him. Until one day you walked in the house and found him fucking some random girl. Your world came down and you swore to never return, he ruined you, you were a mess after the incident. You always turned down anything to do with Monaco in fear you would run into him in the small country. Charles dragging you here is what made you come to love Monaco, you realized the only bad thing here was Leo.

Charles looks at you, confusion and a hint of hurt crossing his face. He had no idea about your past with the man who had suddenly appeared. He remains silent, watching the interaction between you and Leo. “I couldn't believe it when I first read the articles and saw that you got married to a F1 driver,” he says, looking back and forth to you and charles. “Well unexpected things can happen” you say, giving him a fake smile. “How is she?” Leo asks Charles. “Well she's better with me than she ever was with you” Charles replied. He took a gamble with his response, he knew nothing about the man standing at your table, but by the look on your face he could tell you wanted him gone. 

“Hmm right, I'm sure she told you all about me, I just can't believe you convinced her to move back” he says laughing. “Just go leo, there's nothing we need to talk about, besides, i know you have bad luck and get stuck in traffic” you say glaring at him. “I will go, but not because you're telling me to. Tiffany is waiting in the car, you’ve met her Y/N." Leo says smiling as he nudges your shoulder and leaves. You hold in your breath as he says the last few words, assuming she's the girl you caught him with. Charles watches the exchange between you and Leo, his jaw clenching tighter with each word spoken. He can sense the tension in the air, the history that lies between you and Leo. His mind is racing with questions

Charles is left speechless as he processes what just happened. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He stares at Leo as he leaves the restaurant. Finally, he turns to you, his gaze a mix of confusion and hurt. "What the hell was that?" he snaps, his voice barely above a murmur. “Can we just go, i'll explain on the way home” You say as you stand up. Charles lets out a deep breath, his hands clenched into fists. "Yeah," he mutters, getting up from his seat. "Let's just go."

The walk home is filled with an uncomfortable silence. Charles's mind is reeling with questions, his body tense with anger. He glances over at you, his jaw set in a tight line as he listens silently to you laying out the details of your past with Leo. His eyes stay fixed on the sidewalk. When you finish speaking, the walk falls quiet again as Charles processes everything he's just heard. “I'm sorry i should have told you” you say breaking the silence. Charles sighs, his grip on his fist loosening slightly. "Yeah, you should have," he says, his voice betraying a hint of hurt. "I can't believe you kept something like that from me, especially with all the time we've spent together”. “I didn't think it would be important for you to know,” you say, slightly agitated. Charles turns to you, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger. "You didn't think it was important for me to know about your ex-boyfriend who lives in Monaco?" he says, his voice strained. "You don't think that's something I should've known about?" your eyes tear up “How was i supposed to know we would run into him” Charles glances at you, seeing the tears welling up in your eyes. He takes a deep breath, his hand twitching slightly as he fights the urge to reach out to you. "Yeah, whatever" he mutters, his tone softening a bit. "But it still would've been nice to know that I could’ve been confronted by your ex at some point".  “You don't get to be mad with me about this, you also didn't tell me about Alex, or how you still love her” 

Charles bristles at your words, his jaw clenching at the mention of Alexandra. "That's different," he snaps, his eyes flickering between you and the road. "I eventually told you where my feelings stand. You never told me anything about Leo". You hold back tears, “There was no point in telling you anyways, there's only 2 weeks left before I never have to see you again”  Charles’ heart clenches at your words, the reality of the situation washing over him yet again. He lets out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, that's right. Two more weeks of pretending until we can go back to our separate lives, right?" “Don't make me regret agreeing to this” you say as tears run down your eyes. You watch the anger and hurt falter from Charles at the sight of your tears. His heart aches at the sight of your pain, and he feels a pang of guilt for lashing out at you. He lets out a deep sigh. "I don't want you to regret anything," he mutters, his voice softer now.

The rest of the walk is silent until you reach home. 

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Charles follows you upstairs and into his bedroom. The room is quiet, the only sound coming from the soft hum of the air. He closes the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as he gazes at you. You walk over to the nightstand, taking off your earrings before glaring back at him. He watches you silently for a few moments, his eyes tracing the lines of your face. He looks conflicted, a mix of anger and longing on his expression. After a moment, he crosses the room and sits down on the edge of the bed, gesturing for you to join him. You comply and join him, letting out a sigh as you sit down next to him, the mattress sinking under your combined weight. He reaches out tentatively, his fingers brushing against the back of your hand. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice full of remorse. "I shouldn’t have gotten angry”. You let the silence linger a bit before replying “It’s fine, I should have told you.” Charles looks down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. "Yeah, you should have," he says quietly. "But I can understand why you didn’t. It’s not exactly easy to talk about past relationships”. You dont reply and simply rest against him. He hesitates for a moment before gently wrapping an arm around you, pulling you closer, watching as you turn your head up to look at him. He looks down at you, his eyes meeting yours.

He takes in the sight of your face, so close to his own. His gaze flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips, his heart starting to race. Charles can feel the heat radiating off your body, the sound of your breathing filling his ears. He looks down at you, his lips parting slightly as he fights the desire to close the distance between you. He clenches his jaw, his hand unconsciously tightening around your waist, his other hand on your cheek feels warm and soft. His thumb tracing small circles on your skin. He pulls your face closer, now just inches apart. He inhales deeply, the scent of your perfume filling his nostrils. 

“Charles we ca-” Charles’ hand moves from your cheek to your chin, holding it tightly. "Shut up, shut up Y/N. Stop reminding me that I can't have you". His words leave you shocked, you expected him to let go like he's done other times, but part of you is glad he didn't. “Kiss me” you whisper. Charles's heart thunders in his chest, his breaths quickening at your words. For a moment he hesitates, warring with his own feelings, but in the end, he gives in. His hand slides from your face to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he jumps at the sound of someone knocking the bedroom door. You also jump at the sudden noise ruining the moment. “We’re home” Arthur yells through the door. Charles lets out a curse word under his breath as he hears Arthur's voice from the other side of the door. He reluctantly pulls away from you, his hand sliding off your neck as he calls out, "Okay whatever”. 

You slightly move away from Charles as you laugh. He shoots you a mock-annoyed look, his lips twitching in a faint smile despite his best efforts. "Oh, you think it’s funny, huh?" he teases, crossing his arms over his chest. “We can never have a moment can we” you say smiling. Charles lets out a short laugh, his arms dropping back to his sides. "No, apparently not," he mutters, shaking his head. "Someone’s always interrupting us”. Without hesitation you bluntly speak your thoughts “i wish i could remember the night we hooked up”. Charles almost chokes on his own breath at your sudden words. His mind goes blank for a moment as he processes what you just said. Then, he laughs hoarsely. "Y/N, you can't just say things like that without warning”. “Please, I know you've also thought the same thing”. Charles is speechless for a moment, rendered speechless by your comment. He has thought it, the memory of that night a blur due to all the alcohol that was consumed. But hearing you say it out loud, without any hint of embarrassment, throws him off. He shakes his head, a mixture of amusement and desire flickering in his eyes. 

WEEK 2 DAY 7

The days pass and Sunday, the day of the party, quickly approaches. Charles' mom is in a frenzy, preparing for the event. Charles himself is nervous, the thought of seeing Alexandra again making him visibly uneasy. 

The night approaches and both you and Charles get ready in his room. Charles stands in front of the mirror in the bedroom, adjusting his tie. He glances at you, taking in your appearance. "You look good," he says quietly, a hint of a smile on his face. “Thank you” you reply while trying to cover the blush creeping in on your face. “We should probably head downstairs” you suggest as you walk towards him. Charles's eyes move over your figure. He swallows, his mind flashing back to the memories of you almost kissing him yesterday. Charles nods, tearing his gaze away from you. "Yeah, we should," he mutters. He takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the night ahead. He holds out his hand for you to take. "Ready?" You take his hand and smile as you walk towards the party. 

The Party is buzzing with chatter and laughter of guests, music playing in the background. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the sparkle of champagne. Charles tightens his grip on your hand as you walk further into the room, his eyes scanning the crowd. 

A few minutes go by and not much has happened yet. Just random guests congratulating you or boring you with small talk. While Charles is talking to one of the guests, you whisper “I'm going to go get a drink” in his ear. Charles nods, understanding your need to escape the boring talk for a moment. "Yeah, okay" He lets go of your hand reluctantly, his fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. You leave and make your way to the drink station. As you’re pouring yourself a drink you think about how in a few hours this whole situation was going to end in a week. You were going to miss Charles more than you wanted to admit, your mind thought back to the conversation you had with him about how it was “never going to work” but maybe it could work. He made you happy and you needed to accept that. You need to stop pushing him away. So you decided on telling him how you felt tonight. 

But as you come back with your drink, you notice Charles engaged in conversation with Alexandra. They're standing close together, their faces mere feet apart. Charles' expression is polite and guarded, Alex's lips twisted in a smile. Fuck you thought to yourself. The stupid “plan” of letting Charles flirt with Alex to win her back had completely slipped your mind. What if maybe he did want to get the divorce?, after all there he was talking with her. 

Charles turns at the sound of your footsteps approaching, his eyes locking on yours as you come to a stop next to him. A flicker of nervousness passes over his face, replaced quickly by a neutral expression. Alexandra looks up at you, her smile faltering slightly as she takes in your presence. “Hey” you say politely greeting the woman your husband was going to eventually leave you for. "Hey," Alexandra says, her voice cool and aloof. Her gaze moves between you and Charles, a hint of contempt in her eyes. Charles stays silent, his hand unconsciously clenching at his side. “I’m Y/N” you say, extending your hand to greet her. Alexandra looks at your hand, her eyes narrowing as she takes in your gesture. After a moment, she reaches out and shakes your hand, her grip strong and deliberate. "I'm Alexandra," she says with a harsh tone “I used to date Charles”. He watches the interaction between you and Alexandra, his jaw clenching at the slight hostility coming from her. He doesn't like the way she's looking at you, the jealousy in her eyes. “I know,” You respond in a calm tone before turning to Charles “i hope i'm not interrupting anything” "No, of course not," Charles says quickly, shaking his head. He glances at Alexandra, who purses her lips and says nothing.

You softly smile “well i'm going to excuse myself, enjoy the party”. Charles reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you back. "Wait," he says urgently, his voice low. “What” you whisper back. He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't go," he murmurs, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. "Please." You swallow as you say words you don't mean “This is your chance to win her back Charles. It will help our little divorce story”. Charles looks torn at your words, his gaze flickering between you and Alexandra. His heart is torn between wanting to keep you with him and wanting to keep up the façade and follow through with a plan he doesn't even want part in. He's only agreeing because he thinks you’re never going to give him a chance. Not with the way you dont let him touch you or say sweet things to you, and how you always have to remind him none of this is real, and you never gave him any hope that this would  last more than 4 weeks you agreed to spend with him before going back to Vegas and finalizing the divorce.  

"I know," he mutters, his voice strained. "Just... don't go too far. Stay somewhere I can see you." You nod and make your way through the crowd of people. Charles watches you walk away, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He turns back to Alexandra, who is watching you leave with a hint of happiness in her eyes. 

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A few hours pass and Chales and Alex are still talking with each other. You can't stand the sight of him making her laugh or how her hand lingers too long on his arm. You need a distraction from this, so you make your way to the bathroom, taking a moment to compose yourself. Your heart is racing with a mix of emotions, the sight of them together stirring up feelings of jealousy and pain you never thought you would experience at the hands of a fake relationship. You make the irrational decision and decide to pull out your phone and dial Leo's number. 

“Hey leonardo, its Y/N” 

Leo picks up on the other end of the line, his voice deep and smooth. "Hey Y/N, what's up?"

“I sent you my location, can you meet me here” 

Leo's curiosity is piqued at your request. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few minutes".

“Hurry” is all you say before hanging up the call. A sense of dread washing over you. 

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You check your phone and see that Leo has texted you, letting you know that he's arrived. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you're about to do. Leo walks in through the door, his eyes scanning the room as he takes in the sight of the party. He spots you immediately, his face breaking into a smile as he walks over to you. “Hi” you say in a low voice. "Hey," Leo replies, his voice just as low. He glances around, making sure no one is eavesdropping on your conversation. "What's going on? Finally realized I'm better than that F1 driver?" he says laughing. Why, just why did you have to do this.”'Let's talk somewhere more private” You say as you drag him to a vacant room. 

As Charles continues talking with Alex, his eyes instinctively drift towards you. He observes you in the distance, walking with someone to the empty room. A puzzled expression forms on his face as he wonders who you even know at the party. Minutes go by, and Charles notices that you haven’t left the room. His curiosity piqued, a sense of worry creeping in, he excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way towards the room you’re in."

You and Leo walk through the crowd, Leo following you as you lead the way to an empty room. As you enter, you shut the door behind you, the noise from the party outside quickly fading to a low murmur. “I just need to get my mind off him” You say as you walk closer to him. Leo looks at you, a hint of curiosity and confusion in his eyes as you approach. “What exactly is the reason you invited me here?" You close the distance between both of you “I don't know” you whisper. He grabs your face “Want me to kiss you?”

 Charles was simply talking to Alex, nothing more, yet here you were about to kiss your ex, all because you don't believe Charles actually likes you. 

You nod at Leo's words, but as he's about to close the distance you hear the door open. 

Charles enters the room, his footsteps halting suddenly as he takes in the sight before him. His eyes widen in shock as he sees you and Leo so close together. He stands frozen for a moment, unable to speak. His mind is racing, processing the scene before him. He looks from you to Leo, anger and hurt warring in his expression. “I- I can e- Charles it's not what you think” You say as you back away from Leo. Charles clenches his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. The sight has struck him like a blow to the gut, bringing up a tidal wave of emotions. He says nothing as he grabs your wrist and drags you up the stairs to his room. 

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12:00 AM WEEK 3 DAY 1 

Charles pushes you into the room, the door slamming shut behind you with a loud thud. The room is plunged into silence for a moment as he turns to face you, his expression a storm of conflicting emotions. “Charles, I'm sorry” you say as you turn around to face him. He stares at you with dark eyes and an intense stare. "Sorry?" he repeats, his voice low and harsh. "You're sorry for what, huh? For kissing another guy?". Tears formed in your eye “I didn't kiss him. And even if i did it's not like we are actually together”. Charles lets out a strangled laugh at that, his expression hardening. "Oh, so that makes it okay then? You could just kiss whoever you want because we're not together?" Silence lingers before you speak up “I saw you talking to Alex for hours and i got jealous, i acted on impulse i fucked up i know”. Charles takes a step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Because that's what you wanted me to do, try and fall in love with her so the divorce can have a reason behind it” He yells “But did you ever think that I don't want to leave you”. His words still somehow caught you by surprise. 

“What?” you whisper. Charles lets out a sigh, his hand raking through his hair. "Jesus, do I really have to spell it out for you?" he snaps. "I don't want to leave you, I never did. I want to be with you, always. But you... you always turned me down. Did you even think about how I would feel?".

“You told me you still loved her” you reply.  Charles scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. "Love her?" he says, his voice dripping with bitterness. "I said that to see if you would just finally admit your possible feelings for me. But It was all an act, a performance to please you so we could have an “excuse” for our divorce. ... You were the one I truly want”. “I'm sorry” is all you manage to say. Despite everything his eyes soften slightly as he looks at you. "Sorry doesn't fix everything, you know," he mutters, his voice laced with a hint of pain. “I wasn't thinking, I was jealous of her, I thought she was the one you wanted, and you’ve been with her longer and know her better. I didn't think I stood a chance next to her” Charles's expression softens further as he hears your words. "You thought I didn't want you?" he asks, his voice quieter now. "That I'd rather be with her than you?" He takes a step closer to you, his eyes roaming over your face. "You've really been that blind?" he asks, a hint of disbelief in his tone. "All this time, you really thought I didn't want you?" He reaches out, tentatively taking your hand in his. “You tried to tell me so many times, in so many ways. Yet i never tried to give us a chance” you whisper

Charles nods, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "Yeah, I tried. But you didn't listen," he says, his voice a mixture of anger and resignation. "You were so fixated on the divorce, on this act, that you didn't see the genuine feelings I had for you." You say nothing, you simply just look into his eyes. Charles lets out a sigh, his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Did you really think all those looks, all those little moments between us, were just pretend?" he asks, his voice quiet but laced with a hint of hurt. “I’ve always felt something for you” you finally admit. Charles's breath hitches at your words, his eyes searching your face. "Do you really mean that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod “I tried to avoid the feelings because I was scared about what the media and your fans would say, and I didn't want to keep up the lie of how we met but I don't care, I don't care anymore because all I know is that I want you”  

HIs expression softens further as he hears your confession, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You idiot," he mutters, a hint of a smile on his lips. "You wasted all this time trying to deny what you really want, all because you were scared of what other people would think?"

You can't help but laugh at your stupid actions. Charles smiles at the sound of your laughter, the tension in the room slowly beginning to ease. "You just had to make everything so complicated, didn't you?" he teases, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. “I won't mess up again” you say leaning into his touch. Charles's eyes hold a fierce determination as he speaks, his hand still resting on your cheek. "I hope not, because I'm not going to let anyone or anything come between us again. No more lies, no more hiding. Just you and me." You smile at his words “I like that idea”. Charles grins at your response, his hand sliding down to cup your chin. "Good," he says, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "Because I've been dreaming about having you all to myself for far too long”. 

You feel a sense of desire wash over you as he speaks. Now that both of you have made it clear where your feelings stand, you can finally give in to the attraction you have for him. The desire that you've been trying to convince yourself doesn't exist. “You know… everyone is downstairs so no one is going to interrupt us if we kiss” you tell Charles in a low seductive voice. Charles's grin widens at your suggestion, his eyes darkening with need. "Finally. no interruptions" he responds, his tone matching yours. He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around your waist as his lips move towards yours. You spent so much time pushing him away so it's only fair that you make the first move. After 3 weeks since the last kiss, your lips meet again. Charles responds eagerly, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. There is a hint of desperation in the way he kisses you, as if he's trying to make up for the time he's lost. His hands slide your lower back, pulling you against his body. Neither of you care about the party downstairs.  

The kiss deepens, Charles's tongue tangling with yours as he devours your mouth. The only sound in the room is the mingled gasps and moans as the kiss becomes more intense and passionate. “I need you” you whine as you break the kiss. Charles's eyes widen at your words, a primal desire igniting within him at the needy tone of your voice. He tightens his grip on you, his hands roaming your body without restraint. "You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you to say that" he says as his lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. You guide Charles backwards, never breaking the contact of his lips on your skin. You steer him towards the bed, your movements purposeful and full of want. As the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, he pushes you onto the bed, climbing on top of you in one fluid motion. You waste no time, you quickly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. His breathing quickens at your actions, his body responding eagerly to your touch. His hands roam your body, desperate to once again feel your skin against his. He nips and kisses at your lips as he pushes your dress up over your head, discarding it carelessly on the floor beside the bed. 

“Please touch me” you say in between kisses. Charles' eyes darkened at your words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "Oh now you want me to touch you" he says, his voice thick with lust and humor. His mouth continues its descent, his tongue tracing a path over your chest and down to your stomach. His hands move lower, gripping the waistband of your panties, as if silently asking for permission. You eagerly nod watching his fingers quickly push them down over your hips, leaving you bare. His eyes roam over your body, a look of pure hunger in his gaze. “So beautiful,” he whispers. Charles stands up to take off his pants, his eyes watching you intently as he throws them aside. He shifts his body as he comes near you again, pressing himself against you, his skin now flush against yours. His hands wander down to your hips, gripping them possessively as he pulls you closer. You moan at the feeling of having him pressed up against you. Charles smiles at you , his eyes fixated on yours. "Just relax, I've got you." He lifts himself up with one arm, his eyes roaming over your body as he positions himself with your entrance. 

You can't help but moan at the feeling of him going inside of you. He looks down at you, his eyes locking on yours as he slowly applies speed, his lips parting slightly as he lets out a gasp. "Are you okay?" he asks huskily, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah” you reply in a shaky breath as you watch him thrust into you. Charles groaned, his head falling back as he felt you on him. “O-oh fuck.” He gasps, his hands automatically moving to your hips guiding your moves. 

After moments of continuing like this you feel yourself reaching your high “Charles in gonna…” you say in between your sounds of pleasure. Charles smiles at you “Fuck, me too” he says, his voice desperate. His thrusts become harder making you both reach your climax. He moans against your ear as you move your hips to ride out your high. 

“I needed that for so long” you moan as Charles lays next to you, his chest heaving with exhausted breaths. He nuzzles his face into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your body. 

“Could have done this a lot sooner ” he says, his voice hoarse and raw. “Whatever” you say as you chuckle. Charles moves away from your neck, his eyes looking into yours with a warm expression before speaking. “I'm sure this made it clear but i don't want to go back to vegas, i don't want to get divorced”  You grin widens at his words, your eyes lighting up with pleasure. “Is that so?” you say, your tone light and teasing. “You’re sure you don’t want to go back to pretending we’re in love?” you joke. Charles laughs at your words “Stop it” he says as he pokes your side. You laugh along with him, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Sorry, sorry," you say, your tone unapologetic. "I just couldn't resist. But in all seriousness,” you continue, your expression growing more sincere. “I don't want a divorce either. I want you, all of you. For real this time”. 

“No more pushing me away,” he says in a low voice.

You shake your head, your eyes fixed intently on his. "No more pushing you away," you agreed, your voice firm and unwavering. "No more games, no more secrets. Just us, no pretending, no Vegas." You smile as you continue your sentence “But when we meet someone new, and they ask about us. Will we still keep up the lie on how we met?” you ask Charles. He laughs at your question “Well yes, we still can't have anyone finding out the truth”. You nod your head in understandment “Well then there's still one more person we need to lie to” 

Charles raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth “Yeah? who?”

“My mom, in New York” You reply smiling 

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A/N: Finally the end! I really hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed and loved writing it. I'm new to the writing community and the love you guys have showed me is amazing and it really motivates me. Thank you <3.

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Bucky at the Baraat 🪔🪕

TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x South Asian!Reader

While spending some time with Sam’s family, he met you through Sam’s sister and soon you became friends. One day as a joke you suggested that he should come to your cousin’s wedding and just laughed it off but to your surprise he took it as an actual invitation…

🏷️ Fluff, Lighthearted, Slow but no burn, Funny, Friends to Lovers, Bollywood cliches, Confused, Flustered and Jealous Bucky, Bucky in a Kurta, Reader in a saree and Lehnga, Bucky doesn’t know how to text, Sunshine Reader, Marriage minded mothers, First Kiss. Bollywood classics mentioned <3

12k words

Ps: Just a tiny bit of y/n character description, she’s veeery much inspired by Geet from Jab We Met and Anjali from Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gum. Energetic, constantly giggling and grinning in contrast to Bucky.

Author: hii everyone!! i had this silly idea to write a fic based on Bucky and South Asian reader for like the LONGEST time and i cannot stop thinking about it and came to the conclusion that i wont be able to rest until i write it. This is my first ever fic that I am writing seriously since 11 y/o me wrote on Wattpad so forgive me if my writing has any writing icks😿. Please feel free to leave suggestions and feedbacks!!

I took a tiny bit of inspiration from Ms.Marvel and made y/n’s hometown New Jersey! If I get any location info wrong that’s because I am not from the U.S 🦅 hehe.

I want this fic to be enjoyed by all my south asian girlies so I’ll just be little vague and mix hindi, urdu and bangla (at the end of the day we do share alot in common 😽). AND ENJOYYY.

You took a long swig from your bottle before breaking the silence. "I'm heading to New Jersey tonight." The words hung in the air between you all.

It had become an unspoken ritual - every week without fail, you'd all meet at the dock. No agendas, no missions. Just drinks, stories, and the easy comfort of each other's company.

"What?!" Sarah and Sam blurted out together, both sitting up suddenly. Beside you, Bucky went still, his metal hand pausing mid-reach for his drink as he turned to look at you.

The news hit him like a punch to the gut. He'd come to crave your company more than he'd ever admit, to others or even himself. Half the time he "dropped by" Sarah's place, it was just to see you. If you weren't there, he'd casually ask about your whereabouts, then make some excuse to leave early.

Bucky thought he was being slick. Sam and Sarah, however, were deeply insulted by how bad his acting was. Every glance, every awkward question about your schedule, it was painfully obvious how he felt about you. The only saving grace was your complete obliviousness to it all.

You groaned in frustration. "I told you guys this last week! My cousin's wedding is in seven days - I have to be there early to help with all the ceremonies." Crossing your arms, you added, "And I literally invited both of you, but apparently you're too busy."

The guilty looks returned instantly. Sarah apologized (again) about her kids' school schedule, while Sam rubbed his neck awkwardly - these days, being Captain America meant his calendar was packed months in advance.

Bucky finally set his drink down with a soft clink and turned to face you fully, brow furrowed. “Wait—if the wedding’s not for a week, why leave now?” The confusion in his voice matched his expression, genuine, almost comically serious, like this was a tactical oversight.

You locked eyes with him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Bucky's gaze darted between Sarah and Sam - both poorly hiding their amusement behind their drinks.

"What?" he demanded, shoulders tensing. "Did I say something wrong?" That familiar prickling sensation crept up his neck, the one that screamed he was missing some obvious social cue again.

A slow, knowing smile spread across your face as you took in Bucky's bewildered expression. "You've clearly never been to a South Asian wedding before, have you?" you teased, shaking your head with amused exasperation.

The way his eyes widened slightly - like a soldier realizing he'd just stepped into uncharted territory - told you everything. Poor Barnes. He thought he understood chaos from his years of combat, but nothing could have prepared him for this.

“Why don’t you come and see for yourself?” you challenged, rising to your feet with a playful smirk. “Then you’ll understand.”

Bucky remained frozen in his seat, the gears visibly turning behind those steel-blue eyes. His fingers absently tapped against his knee, once, twice, as if calculating the risks of walking into completely unfamiliar territory.

You crossed to Sarah and pulled her into a warm embrace. "We'll miss you so much," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she gave your shoulder that signature Wilson-family squeeze.

Sam caught you next with a smirk that didn't quite hide his fondness. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he teased, pulling you in for a quick hug.

Then there was Bucky.

You offered him a small, hesitant wave, fingers curling slightly midair. He remained statue still except for the slightest lift of his metal hand in response, his eyes tracking you until you disappeared from view.

Bucky didn’t move. He just watched you walk away, eyes tracing the way the sunset painted your hair in gold and amber, the way your ankle length skirt swayed with each step. The soft chime of your anklets kept time with the waves, a rhythm he could’ve listened to forever.

Then you turned the corner, and just like that, the dock felt too quiet. Your laughter still echoed in his ears, that bright sound whenever he’d managed to say something halfway clever. And your smile, that last little wave, it was plastered in his mind.

"Hello? Earth to Sergeant Barnes?" Sam's voice finally shattered whatever trance you'd put him under.

"Christ, man," Sam huffed, crossing his arms. "At this point I'm gonna need a magic disclaimer. What's the deal? Wanda sneak a hex on you or something?" He shot Bucky a knowing look. “Cause you keep zoning out every damn time she's near you.”

Bucky's jaw tensed. “Shut up, Sam. She’s just good company.”

Sam slowly turned to Sarah, eyebrows climbing his forehead in that you-hearing-this-bullshit? look he'd perfected over years of dealing with the stubborn super-soldier.

Sarah just sipped her drink, she was mentally taking notes for future blackmail material.

That night when Bucky went home, he decided to text you.

Bucky: Are you at the airport?

Sent at 1:53

Bucky set his phone down on the nightstand with a little too much force, the click of it against the wood louder than intended. He yanked his shirt over his head, the fabric catching briefly on his dog tags before he tossed it aside.

With every passing minute, the knot in his stomach tightened.

Was that text too much?

He’d only known her for what, a few months? Casual friends didn’t check in like that. They didn’t notice how someone took their coffee or remember offhand stories about their childhood.

The Winter Soldier could calculate a sniper shot in high wind, but this? This had no clear variables.

Seen at 2:00

Ding!

You: Yup just boarded the plane!

Sent at 2:01

Bucky: Have a safe flight.

Sent at 2:01

Seen at 2:01

Ding!

You:Thanks for checking up on me 🩷

You: Going to miss you :)

Sent at 2:01

Bucky’s phone almost fell on his leg.

‘I am going to miss you’

‘🩷’

‘:)’

‘I am going to miss you.’

‘I am going to miss you.’

‘I am going to miss you.’

‘🩷’

Bucky sat frozen on the edge of his bed, pants halfway up, staring at his glowing screen like it might bite him.

Texting was a minefield. Every message he sent came out sounding like a damn mission report, dry, clipped, painfully literal. Hell, he’d once wished Sam a happy birthday with all the enthusiasm of a grocery list: “Happy birthday Sam.” No emoji. No exclamation point. Just stark black text.

Bucky: You’re welcome.

Sent at 2:10

Seen at 2:10

You were freaking out.

Between wedding chaos, your family’s collective volume set to "stadium concert," and that low-grade plane terror (thanks, Air Disasters marathon), your nerves were already fried. And now? You’d sent a heart emoji like some lovesick teenager right before takeoff.

"What the hell was I thinking?" You dragged your hands down your face muttering to yourself. His reply, if you could even call it that, was so painfully Bucky it made you want to yank the emergency exit and bail at 30,000 feet.

He won’t even notice I’m gone.

Bucky: :)

Sent at 2:11

A grin split your face before you could stop it—wide, unstoppable, the kind that made your cheeks ache. God, he was adorable. You tapped his message twice, heart fluttering, then switched your phone to airplane mode and sank back into your seat. But that ridiculous smile? It clung to your lips like it had every intention of staying.

Bucky stared at the tiny heart that had popped up under his painfully deliberated :) an emoji that had required a full sixty-second internal debate.

This was the same man who’d charged Thanos head-on. Who’d survived Hydra, wars, and Sam’s shitty road trip playlists. Yet here he was, sweating over two punctuation marks like some middle schooler passing a note.

Messaging you was his final confirmation of what he had to do now. He switched to Sam and started typing. But then he stopped. ‘Bad idea,’ He thought to himself. Sam was immediately going to start teasing him. Instead he chose to message Sarah.

Bucky: Did Y/N give you the location of where the wedding is going to be?

The Uber hadn’t even fully stopped when your family swarmed it, little cousins bouncing, aunties waving, and your Ma already in happy tears. “My beti is finally here!” she called, as if you’d crossed oceans instead of state lines.

You barely had time to laugh before she crushed you in a hug. “Ma, I live four hours away,” you teased, thumbing her tears away. “Tears of joy, pagli,” she sniffed. Then the rest of the family pulled you into a chaos of embraces, and just like that, the flight’s exhaustion melted away.

By the time Anika, the bride, rescued you, you’d been force-fed a year’s worth of mishti, Rosogolla, Gulab Jamun, Rasmalai, and enough Pani Puri to drown in. “You’re a literal lifesaver,” you gasped, collapsing onto the guest bed. “Five more minutes and I’d have died. Wedding over before it started.”

She snorted, tugging you up into a hug. “Drama queen,” she laughed, but you spun her around, hands clasped. “I can’t believe you’re getting married, kutti!”

After changing into the mekhla Ma had left for you, soft cotton with delicate florals, you flopped onto the bed. And of course, your traitorous brain immediately thought of Bucky.

Must be because he was the last person I texted, you reasoned, thumbing open your messages. The second you saw his reply, that ridiculous grin was back.

What the hell is wrong with me?

You blamed the wedding high—the giddiness bleeding into everything else. Yeah. That had to be it. With a huff, you tossed your phone aside and willed yourself into a nap.

The first day of wedding prep was surprisingly manageable—just selecting flowers and some light shopping. You wore the navy salwar kameez Ma had picked, though you barely had time to admire it between haggling aunties and vendor chaos.

Then your phone buzzed.

Bucky.

Your stomach flipped. You two talked, sure, but calling? Out of nowhere? The ringing filled your ears as you hesitated, fingers hovering until the screen went dark.

"Beti! Come try this lehenga!" Ma's voice cut through your panic. Right. Priorities. You shoved your phone away, future you's problem now.

“Anika, I swear to god—,” You made a desperate grab for your phone, but she danced back effortlessly, holding it just out of reach. Of course your perpetually perfect cousin would have the reflexes of a damn Olympian.

"Relax!" She grinned, already snapping pictures. "Gotta capture your best angles for that mysterious Bucky~" Her eyebrows did a ridiculous wiggle. "You boyfriend calls you out of nowhere? Oh, this is definitely a development."

Your brain caught up a second too late. "Amar Bondhu—!" you hissed, finally wresting your phone back, face burning. "Just a friend, understand? Normal, platonic, zero-romance-having friend!" You jammed it into the depths of your purse like that might erase Anika’s smirk.

"Uh-huh." She flicked your forehead. "And I’m the Prime Minister. I have known you long enough to know that’s bullshit."

You gave her a glare, “Whatever, and also keep it down with the ‘boyfriend’ thing, your chachi will freak out if she catches even a whiff of it.”

You smoothened your now ruined hair from all the back and forth. Anika just looped an arm through yours, dragging you toward the next shop. "Come on, let’s find you a saree pretty enough to make your ‘friend’ forget how to speak."

Her cackle echoed through the entire market.

The entire day became Anika’s personal rom-com audition:

“Think your bondhu will like this color on you?” She held up a saree with exaggerated flair.

“Or maybe—” She snatched a dupatta, fluttering it dramatically. “He’d prefer getting tangled in this with you, srk and kajol style? hmmm?”

You swatted at her as she brandished a laddu. “Will your piyaara dost let you feed him sweets, or—”

“OOOH!” Her gasp echoed through the store. Before you could react, she emerged from a rack, wheezing with laughter, holding up what could only be described as two lace petals and a prayer. “Your friend will die for this!”

“MADAR CHO— ANIKA, YOU—!” You lunged for her, but she danced away, cackling as you fled to the safety of the aunties, your face hotter than the chai stall outside.

By the time the endless shopping spree wrapped up, your feet ached and your patience had been thoroughly tested by the question—“So, when’s your turn?”—from every auntie within a ten-mile radius. But years of practice had honed your evasion skills to near-superhero levels.

After a hasty dinner and obligatory family chatter, you finally escaped to your room. A quick shower later, you face-planted onto the bed, limbs splayed like a starfish. Bliss.

Bucky invaded your thoughts again—unwanted, unbidden, like he had some VIP pass to your brain.

Should I call him back?

But if it was urgent, wouldn’t he have texted? And why you, specifically? The mental gymnastics were exhausting. Back in Louisiana, this wasn’t a problem. Seeing him weekly, sometimes daily, kept whatever this was at bay. But now? Now your traitorous mind kept circling back like a moth to a flame.

No. Nope. Absolutely not.

You did what you did best: shoved the entire mess into a mental lockbox labeled “Later.” Not healthy, but effective.

Bucky touched down in New Jersey at 3 PM with no plan, no hotel, and exactly one reference point: Edison. You’d once described it as “the place where you’ll spot a hundred saree shops before a single Starbucks.”Colorful. Vibrant. The exact opposite of every sterile American strip mall he’d ever seen.

The Uber ride gave him too much time to think. Why was he here again? Right. Friend. Invitation. Totally normal reasons.

He thumbed your contact, stared at it for three full stoplights, then hit call.

Ring… Ring…

Nothing.

“Cool,”* he muttered, shoving his phone away. “Real cool.”

Stepping out into the streets was like walking onto a movie set. Garlands of marigolds draped over shop fronts, the sizzle of samosas in oil, the chaos of a dozen conversations in languages he didn’t know. For a second, he thought it was a festival—until he remembered your stories. “This is just Tuesday for us.”

A cluster of aunties slowed as they passed him, whispers darting like minnows. He caught the words “chhokra” and “haath”—the latter paired with a glance at his metal arm. Your warning echoed in his head: “Aunties gossip like it’s an Olympic sport.” He yanked his sleeve down.

The Airbnb was cheap, its listing photo featuring a bedspread so floral it hurt his eyes. “Cozy stay!” the caption promised.

He booked it.

The wedding’s not till next week. I’ll figure this out tomorrow.

Once he settled in his room he took his phone out and saw one unopened message from you which was sent a few minutes ago while he was checking in to his stay.

You: Sorry! Didn’t mean to miss your call. What’s up?

Bucky didn’t want to tell you just yet that he was here because he quite literally booked the flight to where you were right after you took off. He was worried you would put two and two together and think he’s weirdo for following you here so fast or just simply not telling you that he was accepting your ‘not quite an invite’ invitation. He wanted to play it cool.

Bucky: Nothing important. Just checking up. What have you been up to?

Good. Super casual, he praised himself for how simple the text was but just enough to speak to you for a little bit.

He went to the bathroom to change out of his airport clothes and clean up after the long cramped flight.

Ding!

Y/N has sent you a picture.

[pictures of all the new dresses]

You: Just shopping for the bride.

Sent at 5:00

Ding!

Y/N has sent a picture.

You: What about you?

Sent at 5:03

Steam filled the room as Bucky stepped out of the shower, towel around his waist. He checked his phone—4 missed texts from you. His therapist would laugh; his contact list was drier than week-old bread.

Speaking of, his therapist called right then. "James Buchanan Barnes. We had an agreement."

"Something came up," he lied. Truth was, no one would believe he'd travel for a wedding. Hell, "a raccoon stole my arm in space" sounded more credible.

She sighed. "Just tell me you're not fighting. I know it’s a huge part of your life but,” she paused, “Talking to you outside our sessions is not part of my profession however I truly want you to overcome your past and I believe you can James."

"I'm not in a figjt" He coldly replied. For once, it was true. He was here for you—and that realization unsettled him more than any battle. Suddenly being reminded by her made him remember that feeling that he gets hit with every now and then, the feeling of uncertainty. What did his future hold after years of just being a weapon? Going from one war to another?

Once that call was over, he was left with that bitter feeling again, his eyes once again fell on the texts that came from you. He sighed, trying to go back to that sense of relief that he felt when he thought of you, the only thing that ever managed to distract him from his past, and finally opened the message.

Fuck.

His hand clenched around his phone as his eyes landed on the last picture you sent. If he didn’t unclench his hand fast enough, the phone might just break into pieces in his hand.

The photo hit him like a punch: you with a hibiscus tucked behind your ear, soft gloss on your lips, kajal darkening your gaze. He snapped his phone shut, pressing his right palm to his burning face. It was useless.

Hitching up his towel, he stalked to the bathroom to grab his drying metal arm, pressing the cool vibranium to his cheeks. No luck.

He had plans to go out on a walk and explore the area but after this, what he could only describe as a heart attack, he had to just cool off and catch some rest. Plus he wasn’t that comfortable yet to be recognised or have his metal arm pointed out.

He went on his phone one more time.

✓⃝ Photo saved to your gallery.

Sending a picture of yourself and then asking how he was only to be left on seen. Crashing out was an understatement to describe how you were feeling.

Getting a good sleep that night was important because the next day was Mehendi. But unlucky you, you’ll loose more sleep than a marriage minded mama who’s worried about her daughter possibly becoming a spinster the moment she reaches her 20s.

It was the morning of the Mehendi ceremony. You woke to the sun beaming through your curtains thanks to your lovely Aunt Moni, your Ma’s closest friend since she moved to the US, who came to wake you up. Well that was part of the reason.

Since you had arrived she had tried to have a moment with you but you kept on getting dragged away by either your Ma or one of your MANY cousins.

“Good morning Aunt-ji,” You lazily stretched out your arms before immediately falling back on your bed. “Beti come on it’s Mehendi Day! Speaking of which, did you ever endup learning how to do it? You always moaned about being bad at it when all of your other cousins would be able to do it since they were kids,” She reminded you.

Ah yes, first thing in the morning being reminded how you were bad at something. “I was too busy with work. Didn’t have the time,” You shrugged, stretching your arm out over to the bed side able, searching for your phone. Finally getting a hold of it you received a message from Sarah.

A simple “ ;) ” nothing else.

Your aunt was rambling about something, all you could hear was, “My son this. My son that.”

“Huh?” You abruptly cut off your aunt with your reaction to Sarah’s text.

“Areh! My son! Saad! You guys used to inseparable-” Once again you cut her off, “Oh no auntie-ji I wasn’t replying to you- I- I actually have to use the bathroom!” With that you jumped off the bed and ran inside the bathroom.

You opened Sarah’s message and replied.

You: ????

Seen at 10:45

Minutes ticked by. Seen. No reply.

You shoved your phone aside—no time to dwell. The ceremony would start soon, and between your own preparations and the two-hour makeup marathon for your aunts and little cousins, every second counted.

The theme: pink and orange, a sunset brought to life. Peering through the window, your breath caught. The garden had transformed, marigolds in fiery hues, drapes like liquid silk in orange, yellow, and blush pink. Kids darted between chairs while harried teens played reluctant shepherds, keeping them from storming the bridal stage.

For once, your family was harmonious, no grudges dredged up from a decade ago. The air buzzed with joy so palpable it made your chest ache.

Your own outfit was understated elegance: an orange cropped blouse with gold-threaded sleeves, paired with a flowing skirt that caught the light with every step. Beautiful, but designed to fade into the background, where all attention should be: on the radiant bride.

Bucky checked Sarah’s directions one last time, 43 minutes away. He’d opted for his usual all-black ensemble, but swapped the leather jacket for a tailored suit. It’s a wedding, he reasoned, adjusting his cuffs. Even if the main event wasn’t until next week, your family would be there. He never cared for first impressions but this was your family, for the first time impressions mattered to him.

The mirror reflected a version of himself he rarely saw: sharp lines, polished shoes, no visible weapons. For once, he wasn’t dressed for an undercover mission—it was just for you. And the wedding of course.

Bucky scrutinized his reflection for the tenth time—jaw freshly shaved, hair ruthlessly tamed. Not a single strand out of place. Nothing could go wrong.

This was new: putting real effort into an event that wasn’t a mission. He’d even rehearsed conversation starters from therapy, muttering to his mirror like a madman until even he cringed at the performance.

With one last adjustment of his suit jacket, he slid into the Uber. The car pulled away, carrying him toward the wedding venue, ready to see you and look forward to what you meant by south asian weddings being different.

Bucky’s heart hammered against his ribs as he approached the venue. His hands felt alien at his sides, too stiff for casual swinging, too awkward to pocket. Those rehearsed conversation starters now seemed like something he could use. He was acting so different than his usual self he was starting to wonder if this was a bad idea.

The moment the building came into view, a riot of colors against his monochrome suit, he nearly turned on his heel. He was dressed like he was about attend a amidst this celebration.

He knocked with his right hand. A boy in vibrant traditional attire answered. He finally felt confident again knowing other than being really good at fighting, he was really good with talking to kids thanks to Sam’s nephews. He crouched down to say hello but the moment the kid took one look at him, he bolted like Bucky had growled in Wakandan.

Then they came: first one auntie, then three, then a dozen, a wall of curious faces.

“Hello, officer,” a man finally said, peering past him as if expecting backup. “Noise complaint?”

Bucky’s metal fingers twitched around the sweet box that he had bought as a souvenir. “What?” So much for first impressions.

“DIDI!! Y/N DIDI!! SOMEONE IS AT THE DOOR!! THE POLICE IS AT THE DOOR!!” Chotu came running to your room in the middle of you doing one of your little cousin’s make-up.

You nearly ruined your eyeliner jerking upright. “Police?!” What could they possibly want? A noise complaint? Fireworks? Your mind raced as you abandoned your makeup, snatching up your dupatta and draping it hastily over your shoulders.

You bolted downstairs, dodging low-hanging marigold garlands and sidestepping the banister wrapped in orange silk. As the second oldest, chaos like this was your responsibility, which meant weaving through the crowd of aunties now clustered at the door.

“Move, move—” You wriggled past, praying your hair wouldn’t snag on someone’s bangles or the embroidered shawl draped over the coat rack.

“Uncle-ji could you please give me some space.”

“Y/n-beti please speak to him.”

“Yes I will, just a little space. Auntie-ji let me just go through here.”

“Beti why is that man here? Did something happen?”

“I don’t know auntie I need to speak to him first. Let me just move right past you-”

“Didi he has a weird hand!”

“Uhhh what?”

After what should’ve taken you less than a few seconds to reach the door ended up taking you way longer due to being bombarded with questions that you obviously did not have the answer to yet. You finally made it to the front, standing behind your Chachu who was covering practically the entire door.

“Chachu let me speak to him just move.”

“Areh Y/N beti dekho na, what does he want from us?”

You patted your uncle’s shoulder, nudging him aside with a calm “Officer, we don’t want any trouble—.”

Then your brain short-circuited.

Bucky.

Here.

ln a suit.

At your cousin’s wedding.

“BUCKY?!” The name burst out of you, half shriek, half laugh, as you nearly launched your poor uncle into the hedges with how fast you surged forward.

Bucky exhaled sharply, the tension in his shoulders finally easing as his eyes landed on you, the one person he’d crossed state lines to see. After all the uncertainty, the second-guessing of whether he should come or not… there you were. It was all worth it.

The second Bucky saw you framed in the doorway, in traditional South Asian attire, his brain short-circuited.

It felt like time had actually stopped. Just like in those absurd, cheesy bollywood romances you’d subjected him to. A perfectly timed gust of wind caught your hair, sending it cascading in slow motion. Flower petals swirled around you (or maybe that was just decor blown loose, but he’d swear it was magic).

The sunlight caught every detail: the shimmer of your skirt, the delicate dupatta draped over your chest, the golden glow of your skin. The familiar chime of your anklets harmonized with the new melody of your golden bangles.

And then there was the waist.

Fuck. He should look away. He definitely shouldn’t be staring. But Bucky Barnes, supersoldier, former assassin, professional brooder, was utterly, stupidly spellbound.

If he wasn’t told who’s wedding he was about to attend, he would assume you were the bride.

You came running toward him, unable to hide your joy. The moment your arms wrapped around his neck, his free non metal hand, settled at your waist, pulling you flush against him.

It was your first real hug, and the intensity of it left you both breathless. He ducked his head into the curve of your shoulder, breathing in the floral scent of your perfume mixed with the faint sweetness of mehendi from the ceremony. His thumb brushed the bare skin just above your lehenga’s waistband, a quiet, possessive stroke that sent shivers down your spine.

“Nice to see you again too, Y/N.” His chuckle vibrated against you.

Three seconds. That’s how long the hug lasted, three seconds that stretched like a lifetime before your brain screeched to a halt.

You. Hugging a man. In broad daylight. With your entire family watching.

Bucky’s gaze flicked over your shoulder, and you felt him go rigid. The blood drained from his face like he’d just spotted Thanos in the buffet line. Every auntie, uncle, and cousin stood frozen in a scene of pure horror, eyes wide, mouths agape, some even clutching their pearls. And oh god, was that your grandmother reaching for her slipper?

You sprang apart like you’d been electrocuted. “W-what are you doing here?” you stammered, voice two octaves too high. “I mean—when did you—why—” The questions tumbled out, but your almost ear to ear grin ruined any attempt at playing it cool.

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it. The Winter Soldier, veteran of a hundred battles, had been felled by the most terrifying force in the universe: desi aunty judgment.

"I'll explain everything," Bucky muttered, throwing another nervous glance past you, "but your family's staring holes through my skull, and I've survived less terrifying war zones." His chuckle was half-genuine, half-panic.

"Oh shit—right. Okay. Follow me." You steered him inside, already mentally drafting excuses for why you, a respectable single woman, were caught in such an intimate embrace with a gora stranger they'd mistaken for cops.

“Everybody! Shanti shanti! SHANTI PLEASE!”You clapped your hands, fighting the grin threatening to split your face. “This is James Barnes. My friend. From Louisiana. You remember Sarah Wilson? Tall? Came to Ashfaq's wedding?”

A ripple of "Ooooh!" moved through the crowd, though half the aunties were still too busy dissecting the hug to care about your backstory. You could already see the gossip tsunami forming in their eyes. Tonight's interrogation would be brutal.

Auntie Moni, also known among you and family, the self-appointed family news anchor, leaned in with a smirk. “Is he your friend or…?” Her tone dripped with implication, voicing the question plastered across every face in the room.

“He is my friend, Auntie-ji,” you said through gritted teeth, smile so sweet it could rot teeth. “Anika said I could invite people, and he was free. So—,” You leveled a glare at the crowd, silently murdering their who-is-this-foreigner? stares. “—Everyone play nice! Bucky’s never been to a mehendi or a shaadi before.”

You snatched the sweet boxes from his grip, the crinkle of the paper drowning out the whispers already spreading like wildfire.

“Don't let them intimidate you,” you whispered as the crowd parted. “They're friendly. Sometimes... too friendly.”

Bucky barely had time to process your warning before the uncles descended.

“Ao ao, James beta!” One by one, they pulled him into bear hugs instead of handshakes, thumping his back like he was a long-lost cousin. “Y/N's friends are our friends!”

You bit your lip to hide a grin as he disappeared under a wave of enthusiastic uncles, his metal arm safely tucked in his pocket. Thank god your family's Marvel knowledge began and ended with Mr. Iron Stark Sir-ji and the big green one. As long as the teens didn't spot it, he might survive Day One without the Winter Soldier interrogation.

Bucky had not been properly warned.

He’d imagined a quiet evening with you, maybe some polite small talk with relatives. Instead, he’d been passed around like a party platter, first to the uncles, who grilled him on everything from his hometown ("Brooklyn? Oh, like Tony Stark!") to his career ("I, uh... work in security?"), his answers growing increasingly strained as they debated political conflicts he’d literally fought in.

Then the aunties claimed him.

“So, James,” one purred, patting the seat beside her. “Our Y/N is such a good girl, no? Very talented, very kind...”

Bucky’s eyes darted to you across the room, silently pleading for rescue as another auntie leaned in: z”Tell us, beta, what are your intentions?”

You just smirked into your drink.

“How come you did not come with your wife beta?”

“He’s quite tall and handsome, isn’t he bhabi? Perfect for my Nikki.”

“Beta did you come here with your wife?”

“Where do you work?”

“How close are you with our y/n?”

“Why don’t you meet my daughter?”

“Very strong biceps, what’s your work out?”

“You have strong grip, you have to visit my garage. You’ll get Mr Roshan certified discount!”

“Are you married?”

“Try this gulab jamun.

“Pani-puri!”

“Laddu!”

Bucky hadn't caught a single break since arriving. That brief moment hugging you had been his only respite before being thrown into what felt like an endless interrogation.

Yet somewhere between the third uncle's political rant and the fifth aunty's marriage pitch, the tension in his shoulders eased.

It was overwhelming. Loud. Nothing like his quiet Brooklyn apartment or even the Avengers compound. But the way they included him - no hesitation, no suspicion - made the chaos feel... warm. Even if he'd barely gotten two uninterrupted minutes with you.

Also, he wasn’t sure why everyone were calling him ‘Beta’ when you clearly introduced him as ‘James.’

From your spot in the kitchen, arranging sweets for the arriving guests, you had a perfect view of Bucky’s suffering. The man who’d faced down alien armies was now pleading with a circle of aunties, palms raised in surrender. “I can’t really—I’m full—”

Your eyes met across the room. His expression was pure desperation, eyebrows hiking toward his hairline, mouthing help me with the same panic you’d worn yesterday to Anika.

You tapped your chin, lips quirking. Should I? ...Nah.

But when Auntie Meena started listing her third eligible niece, you took pity. Swiping two gulab jamuns off the tray, you sauntered over, his knight in shining lehenga.

“Bucky, come with me,” you announced, cutting through the crowd. “Let me show you to your room. You waved off the aunties' protests. “Gosh, let the gora pakora breathe! You're treating him like he's the bride, has anyone even complimented Anika yet?!”

With some strategic shooing, you finally pried him free. The uncles dispersed, grumbling about kids these days, while Bucky clutched his stomach like a man mortally wounded.

“I'm so full I might die,” he groaned, suppressing burps.

“100 desi aunties vs. one super soldier?” You grinned, leading him down the hall. “The aunties always win.”Bucky's face fell when you warned him this was just Day One. “You can't be serious,” he said, voice pitching slightly.

You stopped at a guest room, dangled the key, and flashed your most devious smile. “Dead serious. And this is your new home for the week.”

Bucky peered inside, baffled by the mansion-sized proportions. “But I booked an Airbnb—”

“If my relatives catch on to the fact that I let one of their now most beloved guests live in an Airbnb, I will be kicked out of this family. They do not play about hospitality Bucky. Plus if they figure out you’re the Bucky who’s friends with Captain America, I’m as good as dead to them for letting you stay anywhere but here,” You crossed your arms over your chest, stepping inside the room, “Plus,” you smiled at him, “My room is right down this hall, so I’ll only be a few steps away to save you.”

“Just down the hall,” He plucked the keys from your fingers, his grin all mischief. “Guess I’m taking this room, then.”

“Just down the hall,” you echoed, matching his tone.

The exchange sent a stupid flutter through your chest. You’d heard stories about pre-serum Bucky, the Brooklyn charmer who could sweet-talk anyone, but this? This was the first glimpse of that man peeking through.

Not that you had time to dwell. Between a bride waiting for mehendi and Bucky’s I’m-attending-a-funeral suit situation, your crisis-management skills were needed elsewhere.

Thankfully, Anika was trapped in mehendi-artist purgatory, too swarmed by professionals to notice Bucky’s arrival or torment you. Small mercies.

“Don’t move,” you ordered Bucky, already power-walking out, your dupatta abandoned on his floor without a second thought.

You returned clutching a garment box, which you dumped on the bed with a thump. “Okay, let’s address the elephant in the room,” you said, gesturing at his all-black ensemble. “You look like you’re here to arrest the bride. This?” You flicked his tie. “Is a crime.”

Bucky’s offended “Hey—“ He was cut short as you unveiled the kurta: saffron-orange with ruby-red embroidery.

"I can’t wear that," he protested, eyeing the fabric, recognising the design from when he was being swarmed by all the men of the house and seeing them wear this. “It’s not— I don’t—”

“Too bad!” You shoved it into his chest. “You’ll look good, trust me.”

It took him very little convincing to say yes to wearing it. He struggled to say no to you. He was trying his hardest not to turn into a total softie when he finally agreed to wear it, seeing you excitedly clapping your hands.

“I also have to also mention… you look different,” Bucky said, voice oddly strained.

The entire time you’d been talking, his gaze kept snagging on the way your lehenga caught the light, the exposed waist, your dupatta-less top making his brain go in the gutter. He wanted to say something, needed to, but his brain had short-circuited the moment you’d walked in.

“Different like… in a good way?” You did a slow twirl, giving him a full view.

Bucky’s throat clicked. “Y-yes,” he managed, the word rough like he’d choked on it.

You bit your cheek to hide the grin threatening to split your face. “Thanks, Bucky. I’ll leave you to change. Let me know when you’re done.”

Escaping was self-preservation. The air between you had turned thick, charged, a time bomb ticking toward something neither of you dared name.

Outside his door, you fidgeted with your bangles, imagining how the kurta would look on him: vibrant against his skin, a shock of color after years of blacks and blues. The darkest you’d ever seen him was that blood-red shirt in the Siberia footage, fingers around Stark’s neck.

You shook the memory away. That Bucky felt like a stranger now.

“Beti? Anika’s looking for you!” Uncle Roshan appeared, shooing you down the hall.

“But my friend—“

“Nehi nehi beti, now! You cannot keep the bride waiting!”

You shot one last glance at Bucky’s door. What’s taking him so long?

Anika’s excitement was contagious. “Kamini where have you been! I have been looking for you everywhere,” she let out out a sigh of relief finally seeing you. “Dekho dekho! I even told them hide his initials in the designs,” she pointed out the hidden message. You watched her as she showed you all the details.

You were happy for Anika, truly. But as you watched her excitement, a quiet ache bloomed in your chest. She’d found her person. Someone who’d cherish every part of her, inside and out.

You’d always shrugged off marriage talk, but now? Now you wondered.

Who’d search for you in a crowded room?

Who’d make your heart skip just by smiling?

Who’d be yours to love, and yours to miss?

The questions lingered, feeling bittersweet.

You placed a soft kiss on her cheek, trying not tear to up from the joy you felt for her, “He’s the luckiest man alive.”

While you were sharing this sweet moment, you felt a tap on your shoulder. The two of you turned around and it was none other than Bucky.

Both you and Anika gaped. You clapped a hand over your mouth; Anika didn’t even need an introduction. Your stunned silence and flushed cheeks were answer enough, plus, she’d devoured enough Avengers tabloids to recognize Bucky Barnes.

She elbowed you forward, that same I-know-something-you-don’t smirk from yesterday’s shopping spree plastered across her face.

“Hey,” Bucky mumbled, fiddling with his kurta’s collar. “Did I wear this right? And- uh— you must be the bride. Bucky Barnes.” He extended his hand like a diplomat at a summit.

You were too busy short-circuiting to speak.

“Oh-hooo!” Anika crowed, practically vibrating with glee as her eyes darted between you two. “So you’re the famous Bucky!” She pushed you with her hip like a thumka making you bump into him with lethal precision. “Bride duties call! Have fun!”

Bucky blinked after her, then down at you who was now standing flush against his side. “Is she always like that?”

“Don’t mind her,” you lied, voice pitching higher. “She’s probably high on henna fumes.”

His outfit, though? Damn. The orange and red made his eyes bluer, the fabric skimming his shoulders just right. “You look… great,”you managed. “Thank goodness it fit. That was my last backup plan if you’d refused the kurta.”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck with his left metal hand, the kurta’s fabric rustling softly under the motion. “Thanks. It’s actually... comfortable. Way better than leather. I can breathe in this.” Then he produced your dupatta with his right hand, like a magician revealing a trick. “You forgot this.”

“Oh—“ You hadn’t even noticed it was gone. As you reached for it, his hand retreated, unfolding the fabric with surprising precision. “Here,” he murmured, “let me.”

His left hand brushed your shoulders, the cool vibranium a contrast against your sun-warmed skin, as he draped one end over your right shoulder. Then he stepped closer, so near you could see the way his metal arm tensed slightly with careful restraint, and settled the other side with deliberate care.

When your eyes met, you quickly looked away, cheeks burning. The shift from your usual boldness to this flustered silence made his lips quirk.

He couldn’t resist. As his right hand trailed down your arm, he relished the shiver it drew from you.

Then he noticed it: your hair tangled in your jhumka. Gently, he tucked the strand behind your ear with his flesh hand, his thumb lingering just a second too long. The image flashed in his mind, you in that photo yesterday, a hibiscus where his fingers now grazed.

For a heartbeat, the wedding chaos faded. There was just this: his breath on your cheek, your pulse fluttering under his touch, and the unspoken something thickening the air, his metal arm hovering near your waist, close enough to feel its hum but not quite daring to pull you in.

You finally looked up at him, and your breath caught.

That smirk wasn’t his usual I’m-teasing-you grin. This was something darker. Smoother. The kind of look that made your pulse thrum in your throat.

Pre-serum Bucky. The one who’d charmed half of Brooklyn without breaking a sweat.

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I think you look better without the scarf.” His breath was warm, his voice low enough to curl your toes. Then he pulled back, leaving you standing there in a daze as he walked away like he hadn’t just ruined you by saying those words with very obvious meaning behind it.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, your skin still buzzing where his breath had touched.

What the hell was that?

This wasn’t just flirting. This was precision. He knew exactly what he was doing, and worse, he knew exactly what it did to you.

The wedding festivities were winding down, but your mind was still stuck in that moment with Bucky, the way his metal fingers had traced your skin, the heat of his whisper against your ear.

What made it worse? How he’d somehow, in just hours, become the star of the event. Somehow going from “suspicious gora” to “honorary beta.” The uncles clapped him on the back, the aunties fed him extra gulab jamuns, and now he had your older cousin hanging on his every word.

Yet despite the crowd around him, his eyes kept finding you.

You sat with the other girls, trying to focus on the mehendi artist painting your palms, but every few minutes, your gaze would flick up. And there he was, already watching you over the rim of his chai cup. His kurta sleeves rolled up, and carelessly unbuttoned at the collar, exposing that damn dip in his throat you couldn’t stop staring at.

If you’d known he’d look like this in traditional wear, you’d have burned the kurta and saved yourself the torture or just keep the view for your eyes only.

Then the cushion beside you dipped.

“They still make you sit through mehendi even though you hate it?”

Auntie Moni’s son, your childhood friend, her perfect candidate, smiled at you. You hadn’t seen him in years.

Across the room, Bucky’s cup hit the table with a clink. His smile had vanished.

“Long time no see y/n,” he sounded exhausted, like he was clearly forced to come here. “Did auntie-“ “Yup yup Ma sent me here,” he finished off your sentence. “I need to get her off my back so pretend like we are having a good chat, plus we do have some catching up to do anyways,” he got comfortable next to you.

Bucky had been savoring it. The way your gaze kept darting to him, how you’d blush every time he caught you staring. But the moment that guy sat beside you, that little game ended.

The guy wasn’t just another relative. The way your shoulder pressed against his, how you laughed into his ear, too close. Bucky forced himself to nod at whatever your cousin was saying, but his attention was laser-locked on your hand resting on that stranger’s arm.

Then you stopped looking at him.

You were too busy smacking the guy’s shoulder, gasping between giggles, letting him fix your hair like he had any right—

The ceramic cup in Bucky’s hand split clean down the middle. He wasn’t possessive. Not usually. But seeing someone else get that close to you? Watching them share the playful, effortless intimacy he’d been craving all day?

His jaw clenched.

Too much touching.

The day had finally wound down. After twenty minutes of farewells at the doorstep and endless “aap bhi aana!" and cheek kisses, you could finally breathe. The mehendi on your hands was still drying, rendering you useless for cleanup (not that you minded).

Anika had been glued to her phone with her fiancé for the last hour. If you didn’t vanish now, she’d corner you to gush about their “baby, you’re my jaan” nonsense and then pivot straight to grilling you about Bucky.

Speaking of… Where was Bucky? You hadn’t seen or properly spoke to him since the mehendi artist started on your palms.

You padded upstairs, the halls quiet except for distant murmurs from the garden. Your anklets chimed softly against the hardwood, the only music now that the speakers were off. Outside his door, you knocked gently, just in case he was resting.

No answer.

You tried again, louder.

“Bucky? Are you in there?”

Silence.

“Was he serious about going back to his airbnb?” You fumbled with your phone, the henna making even unlocking it a battle—

A hand seized your wrist, yanking you inside so fast your dupatta caught on the doorknob.

"WHAT THE F—"

Bucky’s palm clamped over your mouth. “Shh, shh—sorry,” he whispered, releasing his palm from you like you’d burned him.

“I thought you weren’t here!”

“I was. I just…” His eyes darted to your hennaed hands, then away.

“Just what? Hiding from my aunt—”

“Nothing.”

The word hung between you, thick with everything he wasn’t saying.

You tilted your head, eyebrow arching. For a split second, your pulse had leapt, it was just Bucky, not some creep, but now his silence was setting off alarms.

“What’s wrong? You’re being weird.”

He didn’t answer. Just stood there, arms crossed like he was barricading himself.

“Did my relatives say something to you?” Your stomach knotted. Had someone recognized him? Mentioned his arm? Dug up the Winter Soldier?

“What? No.” He exhaled sharply, shoulders dropping. “I don’t… I don’t know why I did this. It’s stupid. You can leave.”

Half-truth. The jealousy had been a live wire in his chest since he’d watched you with that stranger with his hands in your hair, helping you to get hair unstuck from your jhumkas like he did, making you laugh. He’d ignored your knocks to avoid this exact moment, but of course, he’d caved.

Your heart sank. After today, after the kurta, the whispered comment, the way he’d looked at you… you thought this was going somewhere.

And now he was telling you to go.

“I don’t want to leave. Something’s obviously wrong, it’s written all over your face, Bucky.” You stood your ground, planting your feet. No way you were leaving without answers.

Bucky gritted his teeth. If he asked about that guy, it’d come out all wrong. “Did you have fun today?” he forced out instead.

“Yes…?” You huffed, exasperated. “Bucky, cut to the chase. What’s this about?” Getting annoyed at him for dodging your question, trying to change the subject.

He took a step forward. Then another. His expression was new, frustration and guilt warring in the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders.

You instinctively stepped back until the cool wood of the door pressed into your bare shoulders. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, eyes searching his face for clues. This version of Bucky, raw, unraveling, was one you didn’t recognize.

“Bucky, what are you—.”

“I don’t know what to do,” His voice was a rough whisper, breath unsteady. “This is selfish, but… when I saw you with—“

The air between you turned electric. Not fear but surprise pulsed through you as Bucky closed the last inch of space, his chest nearly brushing yours with each ragged breath. You’d never been this close before. Close enough to count the flecks of gray in his blue eyes, now darkened with something mournful. Close enough to feel his gaze drop to your lips, once, twice, making your stomach swoop.

You reached for him on instinct, but the still drying mehendi stopped you.

“I’m sorry. You should go.” Bucky turned away, already mentally shoving clothes into his duffel. “I didn’t mean to—.”

“Didn’t you hear me?” You squared your shoulders, voice steady. “I said I don’t want to.”

He froze. Swallowed hard. The way you held your ground, chin lifted, eyes defiant, sent a current through him.

You both knew. The tension, the want, the words neither could voice.

And in that suspended moment, the doorframe at your back was the only thing keeping you upright.

Your dupatta clung precariously to your shoulders, your hands hovering awkwardly to avoid smudging the mehendi. The way your hair had come slightly undone, curls escaping their pins, only seemed to pull Bucky closer, his gaze tracing every disheveled inch of you.

He sighed, hands settling on his hips before stepping into your space again. “You look… stunning,” he murmured, his palms sliding around your bare waist.

You shivered at the contrast, the cool smoothness of his vibranium fingers against one side, the rough warmth of his right hand on the other. “Careful,” you warned, grinning up at him. “Don’t let me stain your kurta. It’s the only one I have, and you look too good in it.”

Bucky tilted his head, that damn smirk playing at his lips. “Would it be so bad if I had to take it off?”

You fake-pondered, biting your lip to hide the laugh bubbling up, and failed spectacularly. Your giggles set him off too, his head tipping back with a rare, full-bodied laugh that crinkled the corners of his eyes. The scarf on your neck now barely clinging on to you, your hands slightly lifted up hovering over your sides, trying not to get any of the mehendi on you. The slight messiness of your hair making you even more desirable in his eyes.

“Seriously, we have to get you more kurtas. I’m going out with Saad tomorrow, you should come,” you offered, blinking innocently as Bucky’s fingers stilled mid-air, a strand of your hair caught between his fingertips.

“Sounds good,” he said slowly. “But who’s Saad?”

“Oh, just a childhood friend.” You waved your hennaed hand for emphasis. “The one I was talking to during mehendi?”

Bucky’s jaw clenched so hard you could hear it.

The realization hit you like a firecracker. Your eyes widened, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to trap the grin threatening to split your face. No. Way. He’s jealous.

“Oh-hooo…” You leaned in, delight dripping from your voice. “Sergeant James Bucky-ji, don’t tell me this—”you gestured at his tense shoulders, “—is because of Saad?”

His nostrils flared. You bit your cheek so hard it ached, your smile now a full-blown problem.

“Bucky…ji…?” He repeated slowly, brow furrowed at the unfamiliar honorific. For a split second, he almost smiled, until he caught your way-too-pleased expression and realized you had caught on to the fact of how jealous he was. “Whatever,” he muttered, rolling his eyes with exaggerated indifference.

“Hayee, sooo sassy~~” You fanned yourself dramatically, loving every second of his pouting.

Then you struck. You wanted to see how far you could tease him until he snapped. “You know Saad’s the most eligible bachelor in our community, right? Pretty sure our parents have our wedding playlist ready.” Not entirely a lie, if you weren’t oceans away, the aunties would’ve had you married off by now. Never mind Saad’s secret non traditional girlfriend his mother would literally faint over.

Bucky’s grip on your waist tightened imperceptibly. He was trying to play it cool, but the way his jaw worked as you gushed, lips curled in that infuriating grin of yours betrayed him.

He couldn’t even retaliate. These were your people. So he just… simmered. Silently. Like a kettle left on too long.

The more you rambled, the more Bucky's mind spiraled into vivid nightmares: You in red bridal lehenga. Saad grinning at the mandap. Himself stuck making polite conversation with your aunties while dying inside.

His grip turned vice-like when you chirped:

“I mean, there was a time I thought he was the one, until I found out his celebrity crush was Black Widow. Like yes, obviously she's stunning, but we look nothing al—“

“Shut up.” His palm clamped over your mouth, his exhale warm against your temple. Up close, he could see every fleck of gold in your irises, the way your eyelashes fluttered as you tried, and failed, to suppress your grin beneath his hand. “You're insane,” he murmured, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek.

You nodded enthusiastically, your signature loud energy practically vibrating against him. It was the same relentless sunshine that had first broke his icy exterior months ago.

When he finally dropped his hand, it lingered at your hip, fingers flexing uncertainly. His gaze dropped to your lips again, just for a heartbeat, before he looked away. The move he wanted to make burned on his tongue, but he swallowed it down.

Bucky held you there, suspended in the moment, his thumbs tracing idle circles on your hips. Sam was right, he thought to himself, you had to be some kind of witch. The way his pulse jumped when you smiled, he hadn’t felt that since the ‘40s, back when jazz still played on every Brooklyn corner.

"Bucky-ji?"

“Hm?” His voice came out softly, lost in his thoughts as he admired your features.

“You’re holding me really tight, ji.”

A slow smirk tugged at his lips. “I like it when you call me that.”

“Call you what?” You blinked up at him, all faux innocence, doe eyed.

“Bucky-ji.” The way he said it, low, deliberate, made your stomach flip. “I like it.”

“Accha~” You teased, relishing how his breath hitched.

“Mhmm.” The one word he’d learned to recognize instantly.

“Okay, Bucky-ji~” You drew it out, watching his pupils blow wide.

Yup. Definitely a witch. That nickname was pure sorcery. Your grin was infectious, your laughter like sunlight, and here he was, a century-old super soldier turned to mush over two syllables.

Bucky was utterly, stupidly powerless.

Bucky’s restraint was unraveling by the second, his jaw clenched tight enough to hurt. You’d reduced him to this, a live wire of want, torn between propriety and the ache to claim your lips.

“Gosh Bucky,” you huffed, your hennaed hands hovering uselessly between you, “if my hands weren’t occupied, I’d have dragged you down by that stupid kurta collar and kissed you hours ago.”

Something in him snapped.

One moment, he was staring at the furious pout on your lips, the next, his metal hand cradled the back of your neck, his right thumb brushing the apple of your cheek as he closed the distance. The first press of his mouth against yours was tentative, testing, until your breathy sigh against his lips shattered whatever remained of his control.

He’d dreamed about this too often, the way your body arched into his, the soft noise you made when his tongue traced the seam of your lips. His hands roamed restlessly: one tangling in the hair at your nape, the other sliding down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him until not even air could separate you.

The kiss deepened, slow and intoxicating. Your shared breaths grew ragged, the slick sound of lips parting and meeting again loud in the quiet room. Bucky’s teeth grazed your lower lip, drawing a whimper from you that went straight to his—

“Wait.” He broke away just enough to growl the word, his pupils blown black. The dupatta had been taunting him all night, all that delicate fabric hiding the dip of your collarbones, the slope of your shoulders (and everything else). He gathered it in one fist and tossed it across the room. “Always in my damn way.”

Your gasp at his boldness morphed into a laugh, understanding exactly what he meant by it. “You’re such a—

His mouth crashed back onto yours before you could finish, swallowing your protest. His vibranium fingers traced the newly exposed skin of your neck, mapping the flutter of your pulse as if memorizing it. Every touch lingered, his thumb stroking your jaw, his palm skimming your ribs, the way his pinky hooked under the hem of your choli, teasing.

When he finally pulled back, your lips were kiss-swollen, his kurta wrinkled from your grasping hands. The room smelled like your perfume and his self-control lay in tatters at your feet.

“Pervert,” you finally managed, voice wrecked, though the way your eyes dropped to his lips betrayed you.

He let out a dry laugh, his breath warm against your skin. “Like I said before,” he murmured, “I like you better without it.” Before you could protest, he closed the distance between you again, stealing another kiss. The gesture was so effortlessly charming that you felt heat rush to your cheeks,like some flustered schoolgirl, utterly disarmed by him.

“I’m so glad you came here, Bucky,” you mumbled against his lips, your words lazy and thick with affection. Your arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape. Thankfully, mehendi was dry enough, no longer clinging or in the way.

He pulled back just enough to smirk. “Bucky?” he echoed, feigning offense. “Come on, you know I like it better your way.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a grin. “Gosh, fine. Such a baby.” With an exaggerated sigh, you drew out the name in that sweet, lilting way he adored: “Bucky-jiii~~”

That definitely was a spell. No one could convince Bucky otherwise.

Theeee end….??? Or maybe ✨🪕Intermission🪔✨ OooOooOoooooOoo picture abhi baki hae mere dost (?)

AAAAAAHHH I can’t believe I actually finished writing this. I reread it like a million times so if there’s any mistakes amake maf kore dao bhai💔. Mujhe maf kardo. This is fully a self indulgent piece. I was literally writing and giggling away, picturing every scene play out like a movie. I am COMPLETELY down to write a part 2 for this if anyone is interested😽.

I didn’t know where to add the ‘jewellery getting stuck on the kurta’ bit and idk if u can tell i SUUUCK at writing intimacy scenes🥸 like i have the idea but idk how to perfect it… YET!

Hell idek if anyone is going to read this but if you do then leave a note! Share your thoughts!! I might write more (hopefully with improved writing🤓☝️) — তারা/Taara⭐️

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Paradise Hypnotized

LUCIFER X M READER X LILLITH (POLY) Summary: As the extermination wages outside, lost and new lovers find themselves with the opportunity to discover each other Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI Oral sex, p in a sex, mentions of a strap, poly sex, sexual themes, use of pet names, and probaby a lot of other things I am forgetting

The night was thick with the smog of the city’s underbelly. Outside, an extermination was underway, a chaotic dance of flames and death lead by an angelic chorus of war cries and screams. Inside the dimly lit royal mansion, however, the world was serene. The clinking of glasses and the soft hum of jazz set the mood for an unexpected dinner with two of Hell's most infamous residents. Y/N were seated at a corner table, a single candle flickering between him and his companions. Lilith and Lucifer, both radiating a magnetic charm, were seated across from him, their expressions a mixture of amusement and intrigue. While Y/N had long not seen the two of his old friends since the Fall, there last request the angel before departing back to Heaven.

Y/N glanced nervously out the window of the posh, candle-lit dining room. Outside, Hell’s tumultuous nightlife was in full swing, with the unmistakable sounds of chaos punctuating the night—demonic roars, explosions, and the occasional shriek. But inside, the mood was decidedly more refined. The grand mahogany table was laden with an exquisite spread: rare delicacies from the underworld, exotic fruits, and an assortment of infernal spirits that bubbled and crackled in crystal decanters. Lillith and Lucifer, sitting on either side of Y/N, exuded a sophisticated air despite the pandemonium just beyond the walls.

“Quite the contrast, isn’t it?” Lillith mused, her eyes twinkling as she sipped a glass of shimmering wine. Her gaze never left Y/N, and a playful smirk danced on her lips.

“Ah, yes,” Y/N replied, managing a smile as he watched her with an appreciative eye. “This world below is a bit more… lively than I expected.”

Lucifer, draped in his opulent attire, leaned closer with a languid grace. “You know, it’s not every day we get to enjoy a meal with an old friend while the city’s being purged. Quite the rare opportunity.”

Y/N chuckled, feeling the tension of the outside world begin to dissipate in the warmth of their company. “It’s certainly a memorable experience. Thank you for agreeing to my request.”

“Oh of course. How could we say no to such an old friend? After all, you truly helped us out before it all.” 

“Well how couldn’t I. I may not agree with what you stand for but I certainly wont stand for anyone, even you two, being shamed and cast down. You are deserving of respect.”

“Tch, how sweet. So…saint-like.”

“And how are you finding it so far?” Lucifer’s voice was smooth, each word dripping with a charm that made Y/N’s heart race. “Hell, I mean.”

“Well, like I said…it’s certainly lively. Can hardly even smell the brimstone.”

“You’re not feeling overwhelmed, I hope? Cause if so, I would be happy to find a remedy.”

Lillith laughed softly, a sound as rich and captivating as the finest wine. “Oh, Lucifer, you know how to flatter. But really, Y/N, we’re just glad you could join us tonight. It’s not often we get to enjoy such delightful company amidst the madness.”

Y/N’s cheeks warmed slightly as he met her gaze. “Well, I must say, having dinner with the two of you makes the chaos outside feel distant

Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Perhaps we should make a habit of this—dinner amidst the destruction. It adds a certain… flair, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lillith reached over and lightly touched Y/N’s arm, her fingers lingering. “I must admit, it does make for an intriguing atmosphere. And who knows, maybe we’ll even find a way to make it a bit more… memorable~.”

Y/N felt a shiver run down his spine at her touch, her gaze holding his with an intensity that left him breathless. “I can’t argue with that.”

Lucifer, noticing the growing tension, decided to stir the pot a little more. “It’s clear that the evening’s chaos is not the only thing heating up. Perhaps we should address this growing… chemistry.”

Lillith’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Oh, Lucifer, always so….humorous. I think Y/N might just be here for dinner.”

Y/N smirked, it tugging at his the corners of his lips. “Is that so? Well, I must say, I’m intrigued.”

—————NSFW BELOW CUT

Lucifer smirked, sliding his short stature over to Y/N. “It’s been nearly two centuries since I’ve seen you and I will admit…the thought has intruiged me—“

Y/N rose his eyebrow, arching it in both confusion and as a display of asking the short king(hehe author joke) to continue. 

“Wouldn’t you agree Lillith?”

“Oh Lucifer, I would have no idea what you are talking out.”

Y/N slowly rose from his seat, sauntering over to Lucifer. “Oh but I would.” Smirking and leaning down to whisper in the king’s ear, “You would just love it wouldn’t you? How dirty it is, how shameful that you are doing this right in front of your beautiful wife.” 

Lillith’s eyes widen in recognition but settling into a lustful stare at the pair. Y/N continued “But you’re greedy aren’t you darling. You would want her there, both of us. Doing all those naughty little things running around in your head.” 

Lillith started to get up but was quickly stopped by Y/N, who wagged his finger in disappointment. “Tch, tch, tch. No my little poisonberry; you stay right there.” Moving over to Lillith, Y/N dragged his chair along with him; settling next to the queen. With darkened eyes and finally seated, Y/N grabbed Lillith’s chin gently. 

“Why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap mhm? They don’t have things as pretty as you in Heaven.” Lillith, nodding obendiently, crawled over into Y/N’s lap, wrapping her arms around his slender frame. Turning his head back to Lucifer, who sat no so quitely palming his trousers, gained his attention with a snap. “Pay attention now darling, my eyes are up here.” Taking his queue once Lucifer looked up, Y/N dove into kiss Lillith. A clash of tongue and teeth, nothing but a mess of pure erotica and a sense of want. A total and primal consumption of self to satiate the burnig desire within. Breaking from the kiss, both parties panting, Y/N motions with his finger for Lucifer to come over. Crawling on his knees, the king humbled whimpers as Y/N then cups his cheek and kiss him with the same passion and fevor as Lillith. Seeing an opening, Lillith starts to suck on Y/N’s neck, bright red and soon to be bruises forming in a path of affection and lust. 

After some stumbling and a few apologies to the butler, all three parties ended up in the master bedroom. With a quick snap of his fingers, both Lillith and Lucifer were left shirtless; toned and slender bodies on full display. Eyes darkened with hunger at the sight of their bare forms, a silent understanding among them of what was about to happen. 

Y/N leaned down and took one of Lillith’s hardened nipples in his mouth, the warmth of his tongue teasing the aroused bud. Dragging his hands across her torso, he slowly marked her skin with every passing touch. Lucifer, instead dipped down and spread her thighs, enjoying the way they felt in his hands. Slowly kissing up her thighs, just barely ghosting over where she needed him most, Lillith let out a soft moan. 

“Sweetheart, see what you do to me? You are absolutely breathtaking.”

Finally giving into her whimpers, Lucifer licked one long stripe up her dripping slit only for his head to be pulled back; moaning at the impact with his hair. 

“Did I say you could taste her, mhmm? No, but you had to go a be a greedy little thing huh darling?” Tossing Lucifer on the bed, Y/N towered over him. 

“Now you’re going to be good and make me feel good yeah? Yeah, that’s right.” Snapping his fingers, Lucifer ended up behind Y/N. Understanding his job, Lucifer lined up his aching member to the angel’s hole and slid in slowly. Y/N gasped at the stretch, gripping the sheets with each small thrust. Lillith whimpered at the sight, both aroused but feeling neglected as her weeping cunt was slick and cold. 

“Poor thing, don’t worry—ahh fuck—I’ll take care of you sweetheart.” Diving into Lillith’s pussy, despite the, while timid, assualt from behind, Y/N relentessly sucked and licked on that sweet spot like a man starved, sucking on her clit and slurping her jucies tin a way that made it seem like it was better than heavenly ambrosia. It was only a matter of time before that familiar band became taut in her stomach. 

“Fuck, Y/N…..sir, please.”

“Let go my poisonberry, let sweetheart cum all over my face.” 

That’s what did it, Lillith felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Y/N’s name. Cum now coated his face and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses/ Lifting his head up slowly, slick shone and glinted. Licking his lips, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips and both moaned at the salty taste. Pulling back, Y/N halted Lucifer’s movements, who whimpered at the loss of friction. 

With another snap, Lucifer and Lillith has switched positions, Lillith now adoring a vibrant purple strap. “Do me a favor and do better than ducky here okay Lilly?  So senstive couldn’t even fuck right.” 

With a flash of her teeth, Lillith snapped her hips foward, allowing Y/N but a moment to enjoy the new intrusion. “Shit—ahh…just like that.....don’t think I forgot about you yet Luci~”. 

And that’s how the night continued. Despite the waging war and death outside the windows, some semblance of love could prevail. They say love and hope are fragil things, soft as a feather. But in reality, they are both fighters, wiping the blood from their brows and rising again for the next round to defend the things they hold dear. And so in the darkness, bodies strewn together in a hopeful loving haze of lust and adoration; each person in their own right rose and fought for each other simply by allowing themselves the vulerabiluty of an intimacy forbidden by even God. 

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Had an idea for a gale x tav thingy where gales in love with a tough black cat type tav who wont admit their feelings until gale almost gets attacked in battle and she goes crazy, afterwards she almost says “my…” and says Gale but astarion and karlach know exactly what she was going ti say and gales just all heart eyes

I wasn't sure how to go about this and then suddenly, while I was supposed to be writing a project proposal last night, I finally got inspired. Thank you for the request, and I hope I did it justice because this was such a cute idea!

Realisations | Gale x Reader

You tolerate the wizard’s company, you tell yourself. You let him explain countless magical theories to you because there was nothing else to talk about anyways. You didn’t enjoy learning about them, and you surely didn’t think the way Gale’s eyes would light up when he spoke of something that particularly interested him was endearing. Surely not, you tell yourself. You had bigger things to worry about.

Pairing: Gale/Reader

Tags: Canon-typical violence, Blood, Blood and injury, Denial of Feelings, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort (briefly)

Ao3 Link: Realisations

Word Count: 1,225

Gale is determined to stay close to you a good majority of the time. He would ramble, and you would listen to him talk, barely acknowledging him. Yet, despite your apparent disinterest, you never told him to leave you in silence. He figures that you must enjoy his company to some extent, though perhaps it’s more of a hope. He assumes, however, that you do not share the feelings that he has for you. Any attempts at flirting were brushed off; your responses short and curt. Regardless, he is more than content to simply remain beside you, sharing each new thought that comes to mind. 

So you continue walking, expression always indifferent, while Gale recounts the latest book he had been reading the night before. 

You tolerate the wizard’s company, you tell yourself. You let him explain countless magical theories to you because there was nothing else to talk about anyways. You don’t enjoy learning about them, and you surely don’t think the way Gale’s eyes light up when he speaks of something that particularly interests him is endearing. Surely not, you tell yourself. You have bigger things to worry about. 

You catch Astarion’s eyes for a moment, but you don’t notice the amusement in them before he turns back to Karlach and says something to her that you can’t hear. 

At the front of your group, Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop suddenly. Lae’zel raises a hand, motioning for everyone to stop, and you’re immediately alert. Everyone is quiet, and even in the forest you're walking through there is a disconcerting sort of silence. 

You look back at Wyll, and he moves his head slightly, gesturing to your left. When you glance over to where he nodded to, you notice the concealed threat in the bushes. Absolute cultists. 

They must know they’ve been discovered, because the forest path explodes into sound. The cultists swarm your party; and you’re thankful for Lae’zel’s constant vigilance that has ensured the cultists didn’t catch you by surprise. There’s a concerning number of them, and if you didn’t notice them, you’re sure this would have gone far worse very quickly. 

They’re fast; moving in and swiftly separating everyone from each other. They’re smart enough to know you fight better together; and in that same moment you have the sickening realisation that they probably also know exactly where- or rather who- your weak spots are. 

Sure enough, cultists begin to swarm towards Gale and Astarion. Of course, both of them are incredibly skilled, but you know they are far more suited at a longer range. They won’t last long in their current state. 

When you hear Gale cry out in pain, you’re immediately moving towards him. 

Everything is a blur. You can hear your companions shouting over the clashing of metal. A burst of fire erupts somewhere to the right of you, and you aren’t sure whether it's from one of you or the cultists. Your own blade tears through countless cultists with a brutal swing. When you reach Gale, you manage to take out two of the three that are crowding around him, while he finishes off the other, fire erupting from his outstretched hand. You stay close to him, lashing out at any enemies who dare to come near. You can tell he’s trying not to show the pain he’s in while he watches your back as you watch his. 

When all of the cultists are dealt with, you quickly turn to Gale who has taken a moment to sit down. 

“My…” you trail off, snuffing out the word before it has a chance to escape you. “Gale, are you alright?” You say instead, kneeling beside him. You don’t see the way Karlach and Astarion glance at each other, almost exasperated as they watch the two of you interact. 

He’s breathing heavily, clutching his arm close to his chest. “It’s not as bad as it looks, surely,” he tries to reassure you or maybe even himself. When you gently take his arm in your hands to assess the wound, he looks up at you, completely enamoured in spite of the blood that covers you. You don’t notice his stares, too preoccupied with making sure he’s okay and calling Shadowheart over for help. 

When she finishes healing Gale, she turns to look at you, but you brush her concerned hand off. 

“The bloods not mine, don’t worry,” you answer, and Gods, Gale should not find that as hot as he does. 

She leaves the two of you to help the others with their own wounds. You help Gale to his feet, but your hands linger on his arm for just a moment longer than you need. There is no reason for this other than you just making sure he has his balance before you let go of him. 

Surely no other reason.  

---

You and your companions only continue on for a little while longer before you decide to set up camp for the night. 

Karlach gives you a look when she leaves to retire for the night, decidedly early you think to yourself, leaving you and Gale alone around the campfire. 

You finally admit to yourself that perhaps there is a reason for the slight nervousness that fills you when the two of you are alone. The realisation comes to you while you stare into the fire and think about the day’s excitements. 

You remember how worried you had been. The moment you heard Gale in pain, and how the only thing you could think of in that moment was protecting him. You didn’t even have to think about it. Perhaps, you consider, that is not the reaction that many would have when they claim to merely ‘tolerate’ someone. And perhaps, you reluctantly admit, you might actually care a great deal for the man. You bring your hands over your face and groan. 

Gods, you really do care about him, so very much. 

Gale rests a hesitant hand on your shoulder. 

“Is everything alright? You can always unburden yourself with me,” he offers, so genuinely caring. 

You look up at him, his eyes shining with firelight. 

“I think I care about you a great deal,” you deadpan. Gale laughs, cheeks dusted slightly pink.  

“Well, I would certainly hope so. I would hate to be a bother while we travel together.” But you can hear how his tone betrays him; that spark of hope that you don’t mean it in such a friendly manner. 

“No, Gale. Like, I really care about you.” You can’t say anything more than that yet, and you hope he understands. It’s taken you this long to realise this alone. You hate talking about your feelings like this- at all even, far more accustomed to keeping them at an arm’s length; like a cat who wants attention but shies away from it at the same time.

Gale smiles. He’s happy to wait for you. 

“I care about you, too,” he answers. 

He shifts a little closer to you, and you let your shoulders rest against each other. You let out a breath, a sigh of relief. 

This is nice, you decide. You don’t feel trapped, you don’t feel cornered. You feel safe and content with him at your side. And though it will take time before you can fully embrace your feelings, you know he’ll still be here when you do. 

Neither of you notice Karlach give a silent whoop of victory on the edge of camp while Astarion begrudgingly hands over a handful of coin to her.

[heartssatoru]

Heyyyy! I was thinking of the fact I can be a slightly clingy GF and was wondering if you could do HCs on how the JJK boys would be with a slightly clingy GF. Megumi, Gojo, Itadori and Toge!!! Oh and Sukuna because I know you love him!

AHH THANK YOU!! I do infact love sukuna hehe🙏 but yeah of course! Thank you for the request!

megumi

Megumi secretly likes it.

But he's scared. Especially when you always try to be with him. Especially during missions, he doesn't wanna lose you.

If you also are the type to literally drown him in affection:

He'll push your hand away whenever you try to do anything. He's just awkward like that, n shy

If you stop he forces you to go back to doing what you were gonna do

He just gets really red cause he doesn't know how to respond

He acts like your clingeness is annoying but deep down he really does like it

Saw him smile slightly while you were playing with his hair? No you didn't.

He himself gets kinda clingy whenever he has a bad day, but he doesn't notice that.

Tease him about it and he'll face the other way, ignoring you. His face is extremely red.

Gojo

If your clingy, that's fine. Hes clingy too.

But like megumi. Does not want you getting hurt. He takes on missions that could result in you being killed.

So he has his reasons, however

He always teases you about it, saying how you can't resist him n stuff

Love's how you both be smothering eachother in kisses

Everytime he comes back from missions n stuff he always gets you something, especially if you get sad that he's not home.

(Everytime he comes home your arms are already wrapped around his waist)

And since he's so busy he gets you plushies of him, and only him.

"Since I know you love me so much hehe"

Itadori

Itadori enjoys it so much, he's not very clingy. But is at the same time.

Just uh.. sometimes it really gets to him and he starts crying a little

"Yuji are crying?" "Nuh uh! It's just my allergies" said in a shaky voice

Someone actually wants his company? Wow!!

Everytime hes home late he always apologizes and hugs you so tight.

You can't breath cause of it but aww! Hes suffocating you (with affection)

sometimes he'll be a little mean and tease you about it though.

gets so confused when he isn't welcomed with you smothering him in kisses as soon as he gets back

But when you do he starts giggling all happily. "Your so mean"

Toge

"Salmon"

Likes how you always cling onto him as soon as he's home. And finds it cute when you whine about him being gone for so long

He appreciates it a lot, and doesn't even move an inch whenever you're drowning him in affection

Mostly also cause he's kinda awkward, but not too much. (Not as much as megumi)

He always wants to be with you. But missions stop him from doing so.

Hes not really used being welcomed back with you and your affection, like the rest.

He doesn't mind it though, and he himself can be clingy too, like the rest (too lol)

He doesn't even know his cheeks are slightly red with everything you do

I can picture him being kinda clingy in certain situations too. But its kinda rare

Over all he's a little cutie, loves your clingyness and you.

Sukuna

Mocks you and makes fun of you, but thats no suprise.

Thats just how he is. He wont admit it if he likes it. But im being real here he'd probably use it as an insult

Even though he likes it, he wont admit it. He'll bully you about it😭

If you actually get upset he'll stay quiet cause he feels awkward. Won't bully you, as much.

However if you just ignore him he'll keep going. He just wants to get on ur nerves tbh

But still since he knows you love him so much he'll be like "of course your so needy for me"

Or something like that. He's clingy in certain situations, but thats extremely extremely rare.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Working on:

"Okay since you do write for Megumi I was thinking of a scenario where fem reader(if you do that) and Megumi have been together for awhile and new sorcerer starts at Jujutsu High and immediately develops a crush on him and reader gets insecure about it. How that would play out and how he would react! "

"can you write some headcanons for when the jjk boys lose their s/o in a large crowd? ^^"

[mipexch]

thinking about a potential ultrakill lethal company au type crossover for fun. long ramble of headcanons under the readmore. feel free to add on, i’d love to start something silly

i haven’t thought too much on the possibilities of an Actual fully fleshed out au complete with designated planets being certain layers so all of this is made under the idea that it’s just these characters tasked with doing what the employees do. all the headcanons i’ve made are just how i feel these characters would act :)

gabriel is.. he’s gabriel. his ass is getting fired IMMEDIATELY. he’s smart sometimes but his impulsivity & arrogance gets the best of him. he doesn’t need a flashlight— or a walkie-talkie for that matter. what is he, a husk? he goes in empty handed and comes out empty handed. his pride wont let him return to admit his tactic was shit so at best he steals another piece of scrap someone may have set at the front to bring back. sure. it works. he agrees to bring a walkie-talkie but sticking with the group is completely out of the question.

being the one on the monitor isn’t too difficult for him but it gets VERY stressful for the ones actually inside the facility. he’s going to yell at you to go a certain way and alert you to a nearby enemy only when he feels it’s absolutely necessary. he switches cameras very often and tasks himself with keeping everyone safe. if you stand still for more than 4 seconds he’s going to declare you dead and stop checking. (unless it’s V1)

if a dog happens to come by while he’s monitoring he’ll try hard to stay quiet for a short amount of time before fear gets the better of him and makes him start the ship (even if there’s still people inside). goes inside the facility half the time and stays back the other half. he enjoys reading through the bestiary and organizing all the scrap people dump onto the floor of the ship. very prone to getting attacked by snare fleas. he checks his surroundings but Not above him. dumbass

V1 is going in with nothing but a shovel and…another shovel. you cant even wield both but that doesnt stop them from wanting another. no one’s entirely sure how they have so many on hand except for gabriel. if he isn’t around to reluctantly buy them a shovel they’re going to buy as many as they can before they get caught. (gabriel makes sure to keep an eye on the terminal when they’re using it for this reason alone)

they beat the shit out of every enemy they find and disregard scrap completely. it’d probably beat another crewmate to death. whether it was on accident is up to you. they’re able to outsmart and survive certain enemies given they can hear them. they’d probably do very well at sneaking around dogs, although their first instinct is to make a run for it when there’s a forest giant. (they’re fast dont worry they can make it) the only creature they wouldn’t be able to survive and potentially beat to death is the bracken. explanation should be self explanatory given the enemy list i’ve made but they are Bad at frequently checking their surroundings and are very easily caught off guard. they can defend themselves quickly, but the bracken is. hm. yeah. you get it.

the only help they can offer their crew is being the only one brave enough (if you could even call it that) to retrieve someone’s corpse and successfully bring it back to the ship.

LOVES to scare other people by chasing after them with shovels but minos wrestles the damn thing away from them every single time

V2 is less like their predecessor but they still take after them quite a lot. they’re smart and actually have the decency to take a walkie talkie with them, but they don’t communicate much with it. it’s less of a necessity to them and more of a tool that may or may not prove useful in certain cases. they don’t particularly like being given orders (even if they know it’ll help) so it’s turned off half the time anyways. they’re smart in that they’ll actually look for and bring back scrap, but they have a bad habit of attempting to hold as much as they can instead of bringing more important things back to the front. they enjoy bringing back a big haul— it’s affirming. if V1 is with them, they’re going to try their hardest to avoid them but still follow their trail because they know every enemy they encounter will either be dead or chasing after the other. there’s a high chance there’ll be scrap V1 has ignored along the trail anyways. it’s smart until the frantic running stops and suddenly they’re face to face with a bracken. they’ll figure out a way around this eventually i’m sure.

they’re also really bad at jumping across platforms. they jump without looking and often take chances with jumps they can’t see. LOVES closing the ship door on V1 but if gabriel’s there its gonna be opened in under a few seconds & V1 will promptly chase them down with a shovel (and kill them!)

ferryman has a horrible case of GET SCARED disease but generally they do pretty well! they tend to follow around other crewmates but on the offchance they’re going alone or somehow get lost they ALWAYS bring a flashlight. they’re bad at navigating through the dark but they have a Really good sense of direction and can find their way back very easily. always the one tasked with investigating steamy rooms because they usually find the valve pretty quickly. surprisingly good at defending themselves against enemies given they have a weapon and a warning given before it shows up but coil-heads are a nono. they’re bad enough at prolonged eye contact as it is.

can’t work the monitor because they’re way too quiet for anyone to hear and they get really nervous about the forest giants (dogs are okay with them. they’re good at being silent) but they really like reading the logs people find. also really good at making jumps between platforms

swordsmachine ACTUALLY DOES THEIR JOB!!!!! SOMEWHAT!!!!! every piece of scrap they find goes to their designated corner at the front of the building. no one is allowed to take their scrap back to the ship. Their Pile. Will die everytime they land on a stormy planet because of their refusal to put their shit down. they’re smart but i think their scrap is too important to them and they think making a mad dash for the ship might give them enough time to get back before they get struck by lightning and explode. they bring NOTHING with them. they need all the space available to hold as much scrap as possible. if V2 is on the ship they tend to to tag along with them.

mindflayer reads as pretty lazy to me. im not sure why. they’d go into the facility but once they find one or two items they’re gonna return to base and camp out there for the rest of the time. they LOVE the mansions though. will stay in there for much longer than they should. steals all the keys people have collected overtime for mansion expeditions & unlocking all of the doors. very fond of almost every enemy EXCEPT the forest giants. they’re bad at not getting spotted

minos is like the Only level headed person on this entire fucking ship. does what he needs to! does it well! he heads into the facility when there’s less people going in (or the only ones going in don’t typically do much) but most of the time hes at the monitor. very good at calming people down when there’s an enemy near them. tends to lead the group whenever he actually goes inside. when he delivers back his first haul of scrap he always checks the monitor just to make sure everyone else is doing okay. he’s gonna go after them if he feels like they’re in a tight spot. instinctually goes for the fire exits instead of using the main entrance because he believes it’s better for some reason.

he has a nasty habit of staying in the facility for Far too long but he’s pretty diligent about getting back safely and with everything he’s found. if he feels particularly worried he’ll drop everything and run for it.

sisyphus is also pretty great. makes a lot of jokes over the walkie talkies whenever he’s doing monitoring (much to the dismay of whoever is being chased by creatures). he Will lock you in a hallway for shits and giggles but he’ll let you out after a few seconds. he does really well actually within the facilities but he’s mostly doing work outside with bringing scrap people leave outside back to the ship. loves jumping out of the ship before it lands so he can get a head start. if he hears or somehow knows that someone around him has just died he’s going to do everything in his power to bring their body back to the ship. he feels strangely obligated but in a way he enjoys. LOVES the jetpacks. buys one whenever it’s possible. weirdly bad at making the jumps between platforms

mirage really loves the mansions. will bring scrap back but leaves to explore the planets rather than focus on the job at hand. turns off her walkie talkie and keeps the flashlight just to stay out a bit later but always makes it back within the nick of time. if the monitor person dies (or everyone else does) she’s usually the one to start the ship and go. knows most planets like the back of her hand. if the mindflayer on the ship hasn’t already taken the stored keys then she probably will. not one to explore the facilities in the dark but she does really enjoy it when she gets to be alone. knows when it’s about time to leave if she starts hearing other people screaming. not intimated by the bracken- if anything she enjoy its company. her favorite piece of scrap are the paintings

POTENTIAL enemy list….

thumper - filth (ignore the staggering difference in power these two have)

spore lizard - cancerous rodent :)

bracken - something wicked. loves to target v1 specifically

snare-flea - ??? help me out here

hoarding bugs - swordsmachine would make SO much sense but for the sake of them actually being a crew member on this hell of a ship i’ll say a swordsmachine copycat. a scraphead

spider - i’m running out of enemies. spiders exist on earth too so i think it’d make sense for it to be a husk of some sort. nothing specific

baboon-hawk- drone :)

forest giant - i think corpse of king minos is most fitting. let’s just pretend he isnt 20 stories tall for the sake of this. cerberus would also make sense. either of them work

eyeless dogs - imagine a giant maurice rolling around. now imagine many of them. cant exactly see you because it’s made of fucking stone but it sure can hear you & you’ll definitely hear it when it comes barreling towards you before running you over

earth leviathan (worms) - EASILY the leviathan

coil-head - mannequin. maybe. bonus points if she gets to strike a different pose everytime she moves

ghost girl - i think it’d be funny if it were that one council member. any council member, honestly. they go after gabriel specifically

jester - im actually not sure! the skull looks most similar to minos’ parasites but at the same time having it be some weird hell-made husk machine would also be cool

jeb - it’s a bit lazy but hell itself would fit very nicely

turret - sentry. pink dot instead of orange

i’m ill. thanks for reading

[windymidnights]

Childe x Reader that is stronger than him

a/n: i could just picture him falling head over heels for someone that can beat him in a fight 🙏 sorry for the grammar and if it seems rushed- i havent written in such a long time

cw: kinda suggestive ig??

- the moment he met you he knew you were definitely stronger than you looked

- but what really blew him away was the fact that you won in a friendly sparring match between the two of you.

- of course when someone with strength catches his eye he wants to see it for himself, and that of course means taking them head on in a fight.

- he wasn’t expecting you, of all people, to outmatch him. The 11th Fatui Harbinger. Someone who survived years in the abyss as a child.

- it kinda hurt his ego but he wont admit it

- immediately becomes intrigued by you. he wants to know your backstory, how you became so strong and how you know your way around a fight.

- would probably be annoying tbh, but its okay because its childe, wants to spar whenever he has the free time.

- he won’t stop asking to spar until he finally beats you, he loves the thrill of battle and the feeling of overcoming a challenge and because he’s still salty he lost

- even if he does manage to beat you, he probably wouldn’t stop wanting to spar. he’ll eventually find sparring with you to be enjoyable. he wouldnt admit it though at first, would probably try to get under your skin saying you can’t beat him again and to prove him otherwise. because hes a menace

- during your sparring matches though, he’ll probably find himself flushing at the way your muscles flex, his breath hitching when you hold a blade to his throat after a victory.

- its no doubt he finds your strength attractive.

- be prepared for him to bug you with sparring or adventures involving some sort of combat not only because it will “keep you strong” as he would put it. but also because he enjoys your company. would use any excuse in the book to fight against or alongside you.

- if and when you do get into a relationship with him. it sets his mind at ease, as he knows you can handle yourself in a fight. with him being a Harbinger, he has quite a bit of enemies. It would destroy him if something ever happened to you because his status.

[youngstarfishphilosopher]

I've been thinking again of WereRaven Alistair and thought that he infected William with the curse, but Gracey is a lot weaker but more in control than Crump is when he turns.

Sorry it took a little long to answer. Wanted to draw a small little something for this response.

But yes! I love that idea!

It's gotten me to think about what a WereRaven William Gracey would be like, and I honestly agree that he would be weaker and more in control of his form that Alistair would be. He would also probably be smaller than Alistair as well.

As strange as it sounds, I think Alistair having another WereRaven around would kinda make his own wereraven form chill out a little bit. Although Ravens are known to normally be alone, they sometimes travel in pairs. Plus, another raven creature hanging around would be good for him in some sense. However, William does not like being transformed one bit. Though he's more in control when he turns, the transformation is still extremely painful for him. Plus, he's unfortunate enough to have to deal with the beast that is WereRaven Alistair Crump.

Since they're both males, Alistair was extremely threatened when he first saw William. He injured William's wings and just about killed him, but William was able to run off just in time. Because of his scars and permanently injured wings, William can't fly for long distances, and it's still difficult for him to fly short distances as well. He normally will fly just enough to perch himself on a tree and just chill there and sometimes preen his fethers until he transforms back. Once Alistair's wereraven form no longer sees William as a threat, he still makes sure to make it known he's the strongest out of the two of them and keep William in his place.

Though their relationship is still extreamly toxic, they're somewhat dependent on one-another in a way, with William being unable to really hunt for himself due to his disabeled form and Alistair keeping William around to fuel his own ego and because he finds him pathetic and amusing ( He also wont admit that he secretly enjoys not being the only one cursed and finds his company to be slightly comforting). They'll normally use bird sounds to communicate with each other.

William also likes Shiney things, his lantern being his favorite, just like Alistair does and normally stores them in a little hole he found in his favorite tree. Though he keeps his lantern on him at all times, even when a WereRaven. He would also act much more like a normal raven than some sort of monster. He would be very social and curious about a lot of things. But he normally stays in his tree whenever Alistair is around. He's terrified of Alistair no matter what form they're in; WereRaven or not.

[reorientation]

okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.

[asmogorna]

Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!

OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"

alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me

anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref

First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love

Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored

After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)

ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!

Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3

Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)

Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi

Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty

Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)

LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter

THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3

[trebuchet151]

Oh I have a few more questions about Corey if you don't mind!

What are their relationship like with each of the rangers + Mortum + HG?

How did they react to Chen's revelation that he was suspicious about his death after HB and choose to not investigate it further? I know for my step it was very traumatic.

Been sitting on this one for a bit trying to think up good responses. Replayed it a couple times trying to narrow things down too lol

I'd love to share more about Corey!

Under a cut for length

Relationship between Corey and the Rangers/Mortum/HG:

Ortega

Corey and Ortega were as together as sidestep was willing to get pre heartbreak incident, which was complicated. Ortega never pushed for more out of respect for their boundaries and worry about scaring them away (they were head over heels in love with each other. But sure, best friends that kiss it is). When they reunite, Corey is initially hesitant to open up out of concern their old feelings will come back and they wont be able to focus on their goal as heartbreak (correct). The romantic tension comes back with a vengeance, and Corey and Ortega get together again. If you look up "ride or die" in the dictionary, there's a photo of these two. A relationship they both agree is worth sacrificing their morals for. EXTREMELY codependent. Corey very quickly loses steam on their turn-villain-get-angry plans once they reconnect with Ortega. Now they really just want to be Sidestep again. They feel very vindicated that Ortega cares about them/ believes in their cause enough to be willing to "switch sides" and break them out post crash.

Chen

Corey has always been anxious around Chen bc of how obvious his suspicion was. Historically very very worried about being found out due to Chen digging for information (still not convinced that isn't how the special directive found Sidestep in the first place). Realizes during retribution that he was only trying to protect Ortega and is starting to warm up to him/be friendly (which Chen ruins very quickly by admitting that he knew the whole time and did nothing). Lot's of camaraderie around the shared experience of soldier/people shaped weapon with chronic pain and trauma that loves dogs. They'd be best friends if they could stop antagonizing each other. Both at least acknowledge the potential friendship there, even if neither are willing or able to pursue it by the end of Retribution.

Argent

Corey really likes argent, but the feeling is NOT reciprocated. She thinks they're selfish and a coward. They piss her off in pretty much every interaction they have during Rebirth and Retribution. Once she finds out Corey is the one that possessed her, her irritation with them turns to hate. This relationship is probably not salvageable. (Romanced her once, had to change almost everything about Corey's personality and fighting style to get her to like them lol) Respects her even more after she scars their face post-reveal. Thinks she had every right to hurt them and admires the restraint it took to not blind them. Reminds Corey of themself. 

Herald

Corey Does Not like Herald at first. Only when he reveals that he genuinely enjoys their company and isn't just being a Sidestep fanboy do they change their mind. Goes from being nice out of pity/guilt to actually caring about/ wanting to protect him over the course of their training sessions. Being around Herald's unrestrained positivity has an effect on Corey's mental state similar to how they feel around dogs. Mr sunshine is contagious. Corey's starting to realize that's a front and that they should keep an eye on him. They're worried about his mental health (immense guilt over being the reason he's hurt). Bursts into tears mid apology when Herald comes to confront guiltystep in the hospital. Reminds Corey of Anathema.

Mortum

Corey and Dr Mortum get on like a housefire. They briefly flirted as the puppet before things got serious with Ortega, then broke it off to just be friends (If I weren't such a sucker for the decade long slow burn friends to lovers, Mortum would beat Ortega for favorite romance). They have admitted to being a re-gene to Dr Mortum and desperately want to make the friendship work (that Mortum didn't immediately kill them or turn them in has Corey smitten. The bar is on the floor). Using mirror image puppet for Ortega romance purposes in canon route, but the coming out scene with Mortum and a questioning step happens regardless of the puppet gender in my head. Corey really needs to vent about their dysphoria to somebody. The amount of trust Corey needed to out themselves as a re-gene to a "well connected scientist" like Dr Mortum is crazy. Especially with how horrible their medical trauma/anxiety is. Hopefully Mortum knows how big of a deal that was and they can reunite soon. 

Hollow Ground

Corey and HG have a very tense but amicable professional relationship. Undecided on the canon route here, but either 1. They saw and resisted HGs threads without getting caught, and intend to use that to manipulate HG in the long run. Or 2. They were their usual defiant little shit self and refused to shake hands, and know nothing about the threads. Trying to figure out the various ways to keep the subtle manipulation stat high enough to see the threads without losing other story moments I like for them. As much as Corey would like to stay detached and hate HG for how many people he's hurt, they secretly love Ortega's theory and hope that its true. They want a loving protective big brother so bad. Intends to hide the re-gene thing from him as long as possible to avoid losing the potential business (and sibling) relationship. Side note: Not my canon route, but I have played through with Hollow Ground as Corey's villain name bc I think it'd be hilarious. Naming yourself after the fake villain your ex is obsessed with only to find out they're real and also you're related is a beautiful comedy of errors waiting to happen.

Regarding Chen's suspicion:

Corey and Chen's relationship had improved dramatically over the course of Revelations, which made the fallout from this even worse. Corey was just starting to think of Chen as a friend rather than a reluctant acquaintance. When he tells them about the photos and that he chose not to investigate further despite knowing what had happened to them, it breaks their heart. Instead of reacting as they usually do (getting angry and lashing out the way Chen expects them to), they just start crying (trauma has NOT made them stronger, they cry a lot easier now and they hate it). Poor Chen was braced for an argument and thinks somehow getting screamed at would've hurt less than seeing them look this defeated. Corey feels betrayed and abandoned, and really wants to hate Chen for not coming to rescue them. After some time to think about it, they realize that also means that even though Chen KNEW they were a re-gene he decided to be friendly toward them anyway. Their friendship will take a long time to rebuild, but its not permanently gone. 

[triptychofvoids]

Hey Medic! it became interesting to me, what do you do during the rest (or something similar to a break) if the opportunity arises? Are you drinking your favorite drink or sitting in the company of pigeons and reading something?

Now the question has begun to torment me... you.. Are you resting at all? Even a little bit? Or only when you're sleeping?

na ja of course i rest!! if and when i want to! or if im forced to. i will admit it cam be difficult to just. relax. either way, its good for you, and taking breaks helps prevent burnout!

ah- but to answer the question, theres a lot i like to do!! i do love reading and spending time with my doves, i also like taking walks, drawing, messing with my instruments... sometimes i enjoy doing things with the other mercs as well! and youd be surprised, spy makes rather pleasant conversation, and im always more than happy to lend dell a hand or just see what hes up to!! and thats just two of them, usually everyone is up to something. i wont list everything else i enjoy doing or we would be here all day, but i will say that my interests and my work tend to overlap, so there have been a few times i have been scolded for working while on break when im not really doing 'work' at all, it just seems that way sometimes i suppose! it is very very easy to spend all day and night in the lab without even realizing it....