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killerfrostisme · 9 months ago

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I was quite surprised to see that there weren't many fanfics where Lucy gets her period. It's a normal part of most uterus bearing people's lives, and to be honest I'd like to see it represented in YA books too. It's 2024, let's not act like we don't bleed.

Hence, this is my humble attempt to change that.

This one takes place between TSS and TWS and follows book canon:)

Lucy could always tell when she was about to get her periods. Besides the fact that she always felt like death, she also started to resemble one of the Visitors she and her team desperately tried to snuff out. Rarely could she not predict the time when Auntie Flo would come traipsing into her life. Whenever she saw the telltale signs of a period fast approaching, she'd prepare well. She would pack her kit bag with extra tampons and loads of chocolate. She'd also make sure she'd carry a plethora of painkillers. She almost always got it right.

Almost.

It was a light case and Lockwood and Co was feeling quite relaxed. The owners of the house had informed them of a benign spirit-a probable Type One-whose only job in death was to float on the top of the landing and exude forlorn energy. Upon further research, George uncovered a news article which stated that an old couple had died within a week of each other. The man first, of natural causes and the woman next, of a broken heart. Even though, the spirit was supposedly a Type One, Lockwood had been quite adamant about taking extra iron fillings and even an iron chain, which was typically not required for a Type One case. Lucy had to admit, he'd really stepped up the leadership game after the mishap at Mrs Hope's house.

It was just as well since there wasn't just one ghost but two!

The containment of the sources (a pair of delicate satin slippers for the wife and a pair of silver wire rimmed glasses for the husband) were an easy affair. After dropping George off at Portland Row (he'd had a nasty fall on the stairs in the haunted house and just wanted to sleep the pain away) and with both sources safely ensconced in silver nets, Lucy and Lockwood set off for the furnace.

They sat in a comfortable silence for the entirety of the ride to the furnace. The kind of silence that's brought on by a sense of not knowing each other well enough, but with a desire to change.

Lucy was feeling quite woozy after the case, and chalked it down to just plain fatigue. They had been going on an awful lot of cases after the success of Combe Carey and she hadn't really had enough time to sleep. When they got out of the cab, Lockwood flashed her a tired grin, and she momentarily forgot about her wooziness. Strange. Maybe she's not as tired as she thought.

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"Feeling alright, Luce?" He asked, after handing in the sources. They were standing outside the building, waiting to hail a cab to go home.

"Yes, I think so." she replied, wincing a bit when a sharp shooting pain pierced her lower back. "Why do you ask?" she asked, in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner.

"No particular reason." He responded, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them, searching for an empty cab. "It's just- you've been a bit quiet today. Not to mention, I've seen you wincing here and there. Are you hurt?"

Oh. So he'd caught that. He was a lot more observant than she gave him credit for, she supposed.

"Oh no, I'm fine."

They lapsed into silence yet again. This one seemed more pregnant than the easy one they'd shared in the cab on the way over. Lucy was desperately trying to recall her cycle dates and was drawing a blank. She knew she hadn't packed her period kit with her, and her emergency pad-she mentally berated herself-was safely sitting on her dresser in the attic at Portland Row. She was completely defenseless. Her only option? Freebleed and try not to stain everything under the sun. The silver lining was that at least she was going home.

She fidgeted uncomfortably. When was that damn cab going to arrive? How much longer was she supposed to suffer in agony? Why were women cursed with this abomination every month? Why did men get off scott-free for literally everything in life? Why was the patriarchy-

A delicate cough roused her out of her mental rant. "Is it-is it" Lockwood began, one hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "By that I mean, do you-are you-"

"Oh, just spit it out!" she snapped.

Lockwood looked over at her in a mix of shock and surprise, which immediately made her feel guilty. She didn't mean to speak to him in such a belligerent manner, but he was really testing her patience. It was late, she was tired and her hormones weren't being very cooperative.

She tried to tone down her aggravation, (she still seemed to be glowering at him) and spoke- "What were you trying to say, Lockwood?"

He swallowed and continued in a wary manner, as if he were scared of her biting his head off at the next opportunity. "I was just wondering, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Is it your time of the month?"

"Just because I'm annoyed that doesn't mean I'm on my period. It could also imply that I'm just in a bad mood or someone has done something to piss me off."

"Okay. Noted."

A pause. And then-

"But, yes. I am on my periods."

"Ah."

Silence.

"My condolences." He cleared his throat, very evidently in the excuse of doing something."Oh look, there's the cab." He said in obvious relief.

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Who the bloody hell says "my condolences" in response to "I've got my period"? Was he absolutely mental? He too had apparently thought it was an incredibly daft thing to say to someone, because he'd kept up an imperceptibly long stream of chatter throughout the cab ride. In the one year that she'd worked at Lockwood and Co, Lucy had never heard him to be as loquacious as he was that night.

What did Lucy think of the company? (it was good) Were she and George getting along? (yes) What were her thoughts on the Kuriashi Turn? (it sucked) Did she think that Karina from Tendy's and Hussain from Bunchurch were shagging? (no comments). He wanted all the answers tonight!

"Ah, we're here." said Lockwood, with an air of forced positivity, as the cab screeched to a halt outside Portland Row.

Lockwood paid the driver and they got out of the car. They shuffled into the house quietly. The air was palpable with tension. The kind of tension brought on by two people who don't know who to bridge the chasm between them.

"Listen Luce," he said, catching her arm and gently pulling her towards him. They had reached the landing outside Lockwood's room. "I'm sorry for acting like a knob. I don't want you to feel as if you can't talk about your periods. I know it's a slightly awkward topic but they're natural. I want you to feel safe enough to talk about whatever you want because this is your house too, Luce."

Lucy gave him a slow, hesitant smile. "It's all right," she reassured him. "I wasn't exactly being very nice either. I'm sorry about that. I'll work on it."

Lockwood smiled at her, and she felt it shoot straight to her heart, warming up her insides and making her forgot all about her menstrual cramps. Of course, it had nothing to do with Lockwood though. Her body was probably happy about being home. Definitely nothing to ponder over later.

"Is there anything I can do?" He said, in an earnest manner.

"Yes," she said, surprising them both. "You can tell me more about Hussain and Karina's supposed antics over a cup of hot cocoa."

"Deal," laughed Lockwood, "there's much to share with regards to that particular subject."

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They stayed down in the library chatting for ages. Lucy had changed into clean clothes, worn a tampon and downed a painkiller with her cocoa, but what really made her feel better was laughing with Lockwood. He made her happy. And George, of course. And her job. And Portland Row. And London.

Lucy smiled. Whatever it was, she wasn't going to dwell on it much. For now, she was just going to take comfort in his company. For now, she was just going to chuckle at Barnes' love life with a floppy haired boy. For now, that was enough.

This was supposed to be a funny, slightly awkward story. But somehow, it turned into one laced with poignancy. Especially towards the end. It just sort of ran away from me and took shape on its own.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you guys did:)

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moosekateer13 · 4 months ago

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My Regin Ends

Part 3 of You're Losing Me mini series

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Breakup, Cyberbullying, Harassment, Self Loathing, Medical Issues, Alcoholism, Death

Summary: After visiting her daughter who shut down her attempts to reconnect with her. Now Y/N's only has a bottle as her company. As her time runs out. She reflects on all her mistakes that led to her being alone.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's Castle's Crumbling Down

My foes and friends watch my reign end. I don't know how it could've ended this way. Smoke billows from my ships in the harbor. People look at me like I'm a monster. Now they're screaming at the palace front gates, used to chant my name.

Now they're screaming that they hate me. Never wanted you to hate me.

Oh how far I've fallen from royalty in the media industry to someone when people don't give a damn about. I'm here sitting in my mansion wearing a worn blue dress. It's the dress I wore when I pushed away the love of my life. I didn't see what was right in front of me. It's something I've been regretting recently. I stare at the coal-black walls reflecting on my life. It feels like I’m drawing in a pit of self-loathing. This place hasn't felt like home in a long time; it's just somewhere to lie down.

The limelight wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

I started off as a young child star. I got caught up in the glamour of the limelight. I couldn't see the damage it was doing to those around me.

My boyfriend Jared broke up with me. I don't blame him. I was never home and never really looked after our daughter. Delia she hates me and she considers someone else mom. Well, I don't blame her Genevive raised her with Jared. Like an idiot, I signed my rights away and chose fame instead. I've got a grandchild on the way but they'll never call me grandma even if I was still around to see them grow. Jared's wife earned that title. I know I don't deserve it. It's good to see Delia is thriving though. She is a successful artist in both music and painting. I'm proud of her. Thanks to her upbringing she is the complete opposite of me. I'm just washed up.

After getting trapped in the stereotypical role of heiress. I started to internalize that they were rich, entitled and spoiled. Unlike them, I didn't have any money to fall back on. So I sought comfort in the bottle and have remained in a drunken haze since. If I'm not drinking I'm caught up in an endless amount of flings.

All the stuff I've done to myself caught up with me. I have heart ischemia and don't have long left. Hence why I tried to make amends with all the people that I'd done wrong. But as usual, I was pushed aside and locked out. What goes around comes around as the old saying goes.

When I was diagnosed with heart issues. I also found out I had a rare condition called Alice in Wonderland Syndrome. According to the doctor I have had it since I was in my 20s. Since it was left untreated my perception of the world got worse. The syndrome itself impairs my brain's processing of sensory input. The disruption alters my perception of the size of objects and my own body's feel or appearance. It can also warp my perception of reality. Ding, Ding yup that sure sounds like me I thought to myself when I was first diagnosed.

I think back to when I was forced into fame by my father as a child. He never cared about my well-being, just saw the dollar signs.

I remember one particular day when I had a fever and he still forced me to work when I was a teenager.

“Come on Y/N you aren't sick. You just don't want to work. Now get your lazy ass into wardrobe.” Dad said

I tried to get more words out but I knew he wouldn't listen so I headed back to wardrobe. My mom died during childbirth so he's been punishing me for just living. Well, it feels like it anyway. I hope one day I can be a good parent.”

The apple didn't fall from the tree and I ended up not being a good parent.

My head is pounding. I can't think anymore. All I keep hearing is the mob outside my mansion screaming that they hate me. It's been constant for years now and the police stopped coming. Also, no security company wants to work for me. My reputation for treating people like shit caught up with me. I was never nice to my coworkers and just pushed them away when they tried to talk to me after work. Well, when I had a job anyway. I haven't worked in years.

Who would want to hire me anyway? I'm a mess. I get up to get some pain relief for my headache but I don't make it. I feel the world go black.

My castle's crumbling down And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground And you don't want to know me I will just let you down (just let you down) My castle's crumbling down You don't wanna know me now

Narrator P.O.V

I turn up the TV to hear the latest breaking news.

Local Texas news reporter Genevive Padalecki was there to report the death of former Y/N Y/L /N. It looks like her medical issues or the bottle caught up to her. Maybe it's sad how far she's fallen. No one was there in her final moments. Well maybe if she treated people better she wouldn't have been all alone. We will bring you more information as it becomes available.

As an online news reporter. I want to check on the latest scoop. So I decided to look online. There are no kind messages about her. I notice no RIP on social media. They just said she got what's coming to her. It's sad really but she stirred up all the hatred with the way she treated people. I close the tab on the page not wanting to read anymore.

#my reign ends #former!jared padalecki x former!reader #jared padalecki x genevive padalecki #supernatural fanfiction #moosekateer13 #Angst #Mention of Break-up #Cyberbullying #Harassment #Self Loathing #Medical Issues #Alcoholism #Death

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foxydivaxx · 1 year ago

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Zosan- Look What You Made Me Do Chapter 3

“AGGGHHHH!!!!”

Zoro’s head perks up as soon as he hears that scream. For the past couple weeks, Sanji had been having mental breakdowns. Every single day, he screams at times in the middle of the night. Nami and Usopp had gone in there a lot of tears and according to them, Sanji is a little far gone.

The other crew members have picked up the slack for him because there is no way they should subject the guy to do his thing when he is in such a terrible state. Sanji rarely comes out of his room and whenever he does, he is dressed in all black.

Besides the tragedy at the Baratie, they found out that his siblings were executed by his father. Sure, his brothers were trash unlike the sister who actually tried to help him and showed him empathy and love hence the blonde’s obsession with women, but still they were his family. And the fact that the brothers helped them escape showed that maybe they wanted to change. Maybe make up with their estranged brother. And now it was too late.

No one knows why the old bastard did what he did. But one thing is for sure, Sanji will no longer keep quiet. Nope. Sanji would want to avenge his loved ones. Prior to this, Zoro had been noticing Sanji withdrawing away from women. Instead, he seemed to be more open and accepting of male affection now.

Does he have a secret male lover? And if so, did that lover abandon him or something?

He knew about Ace. In fact, the entire crew knew about Sanji and Ace’s relationship. That is yet another traumatic experience for him. Watching his lover die in his presence like that. He remembered seeing Sanji cry himself to sleep for weeks.

Zoro decides to go to Sanji’s room to check on him. The others had already tried with little to no success. He simply barges into the room and was taken aback by what he saw. There was Sanji curled up in the bed, tears flowing down his eyes. There were two devil horns sprouting out of his head. He was also wearing the most skimpiest outfit ever, with the revealing corset and pants. He looked hot in it. But that begs the question. Why is he dressed like that?

He sits on the bed and draws Sanji closer to him and just gives him a hug. At first Sanji was taken aback by this. How did the mosshead get in here? But something about Zoro’s warmth stops him and embraces the hug.

He needed it, especially after what had transpired a couple hours prior. “Z-Zoro….” Zoro just hugs him. “It’s okay. I am here.”

“I…I have a confession to make…” Sanji then begins to spill the beans to Zoro about everything including what happened hours ago.

FLASHBACK

Sanji arrived at the Palace as per usual. But something did not feel right. The way everyone stared at him was different. Shit…the bastard knows.

“Was wondering when you would show up.” He looks up to see Akuma on his throne. Gone was the pretty Ace-like visage that he had been spotting for months since their relationship started. Instead was his true face, a grotesque hideous monster. Sanji grimaces in disgust. So this was the motherfucker he had been fucking with for months. I knew it.

“What’s the matter Sanji? Don’t you want to play? Or are you hesitant because you know how much weaker you are compared to me?” The other demons surround him. “What makes you think you can destroy me? You that you cannot even kill a woman.” Akuma sneered.

Sure enough, there were some female demons amongst them. Usually, Sanji would falter here. He would let his moral code get the better of him. That is why he kept on getting his ass handed to him. Zoro was right about him. He keeps letting his heart rule him everytime. That shit ends today.

Sanji simply smirks. “Are you sure about that? Because clearly you do not know me that well. All that power that you claim you gave to me has always been a part of me.” Before they knew what was happening, explosions begin to go off across the demon realm.

Unbeknownst to them, Sanji managed to manipulate all of them via his Haki skills. Using them not jut for sexual gratification, he also used them to place bombs in strategic areas of the demon realm.

These are not just ordinary bombs. These bombs were infused with demon energy, energy he was able to extract from Akuma.

“WHAT’S HAPPENING?!” Sanji smirks deviously and soon fire engulfs him, blinding the demons around him. Without hesitation, he mawls and destroys everyone in his path. Akuma flies towards Sanji and knocks him down, wrapping his hands aorund Sanji’s neck. “HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO BETRAY ME?!”

Sanji then lets out an unhinged laugh. “You were threatening me with hurting my friends and also you had thhe audacity to cosplay as my deceased lover. Or and on top of that, it was truly you that destroyed the Baratie. How did I know? Simple, I read your heart and emotions. You are no demon. You are just a fucking pathetic pirate with fake Devil Fruit abilities. Oh and you so happen to be one of Judge’s agents. I shall kill you first just to make an example and then eve”

Before, Akuma could do anything, Sanji teleports out of harm’s way. “All this power I have. You never gave it to me. No. I have always had these powers. I suppressed it out of respect for my teammates. But now, I am breaking my shackles and sending you fake demons to hell where you fucking belong.”

With that, a bazooka magically materializes in his hands. “Say hello to my little friend.” He then releases one powerful fiery blast that destroys everyone in there and teleports back to the ship to be with his crewmates. “DAMN YOU BLACK LEG SANJI!!” Akuma screams as the flames consume him and his crew, disintegrating them and burning them to ashes.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Wow.” was all Zoro could say. Sanji nods.”This outfit is one I deliberately chose to seduce and distract him.” Zoro understood why he was crying. Sanji felt angry that this man weaponized his trauma against him. Plus, the fact that he was working with his dad to kill him.

“I cannot believe you did all this to save us.” says Zoro. “I care for all of you. I want to protect all of you and compared to my old self, I am more than willingly to get my hands dirty to save you all. Also, I no longer fear hurting women anymore. Sure, Zeff would be mad. But who cares anyway? I am tired of being a laughing stock. I am tired of being rejected.”

“So you like men huh?” Sanji nods. “I was hesitant because my brothers, dad and several men treated me like shit. B-but Ace was the rare man that treated me with respect. And I guess you.” Zoro grins and cuddles him. “I never bothered to ask, why do you not call me by my name?” Sanji asked.

Zoro uses his fingers to lift up Sanji’s face. “I was waiting for a special moment to do that. But I guess now it is best to start calling you Sanji.” Hearing him say his name like that did things to him, making the blond eblush.

The rest of the crew were listening to their conversation from outside the door, all with their jaws dropped. “He really did it.” says Luffy with a grin. “Poor Sanji. That Akuma guy took advantage of his emotions and paid for it.” says Robin.

“Big mistake. Still I am amazed that Sanji did that despite his pain.” says Nami. Chopper nods. “He is a lot smarter than we give him credit for at times.” says Brook. “So Zoro has finally confessed huh?” Franky teases. Everyone starts snickering.

Sanji and Zoro remained in the room in silence. “Ah, let me change out of this.” says Sanji as he gets up and immediately starts stripping. Zoro watches, eyes widen in awe as he stares at Sanji’s body.

He has seen his body upclose a few times but this is the first time Sanji is actually giving him the view. The cook has an amazing ass and a nice slim waist. Those dangerous legs of his do not help matters either. Sanji notices this and grins. “Like what you see?” he says in teasing tone.

Zoro chuckles. “Of course I do. No wonder a lot of men be giving you funny looks.” Sanji laughs. “Well, I inherited mum’s looks. So I guess I am lucky.” Sanji opts to wear a blue sweater and a pair of jeans with flip flops.

Once he was done, he leaves the room, dragging Zoro with him. Once the others see him, they all give him a group hug. “We overheard everything. What you did was so brave.” says Nami. Sanji simply chuckles.

“You guys are like family to me. It is the least I can do.” he says. “But still a bazooka. Where did you even find it?” Chopper asked. Sanji smirks. “The fools left it lying around on their island so I sneakily stole it and made a couple modifications to it without their knowledge.”

“Nice.” says Robin. “Ah yes, back to work with me.” says Sanji as he heads to the kitchen. Things return to normal for the Strawhats thanks to that.

Meanwhile, Judge is enraged when he hears what had happened. “HOW DID THAT BRAT OUTSMART ME?!” He roared, causing the entire court to cower in fear. He had just gotten rid of the other kids since they have outlived their usefulness.

That should have been enough for Akuma to break the kid, given all the experiments he had done on that fool to begin with. He found out that Sanji had a sexual relationship with Monkey D. Luffy’s brother Portgas D. Ace years ago with the latter sacrificing his life for his younger brother.

That was the essence of using Ace’s face in the first place. Force Sanji into surrendering and forcing the plans of the Strawhats out of the kid. Who would have though that the boy would one up them like that? This was why he murdered his other children. Turns out Sanji was feeding them misleading information to protect his crew. How admirable.

Why did it have to be that weak brat that would surpass them in power and strength? Like why? That brat that could not hurt a fly is the same brat that just sunk one of his ships. He sent his troops to check on Akuma and his Devil Pirates. They said no remains were found. All of them were burned to ashes.

“Curses!!” This is getting out of hand. “I have to destroy that brat and the Strawhats once and for all.”

#sanji #one piece #zosan #zoro #roronoa sanji

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the-wales-5 · 2 years ago

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Valentine's Day 2023

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13th February 2023.

"I hope you don't have any crazy plans for tomorrow," Catherine murmured minutes before falling asleep. William smiled and continued petting her hair. Indeed, there were no plans for Valentine's Day. The last time they celebrated it was probably before their wedding. With marriage came other days to celebrate their love. Hence, there were no special days for them in the calendar except for wedding anniversaries and birthdays within the family.

14th February 2023.

Catherine woke up with the smell of omelette coming from the kitchen. First, she thought that her husband made a mess while preparing breakfast so she decided to come to the kitchen to check. On the way there her mind began to 'work' after sleep and she realised William was actually very good at making breakfast. She felt quite ashamed of herself as she entered the kitchen and saw her children and husband putting plates and glasses on the table.

"Good morning" she quietly said and yawned

"Good morning, mummy. Happy Valentine’s Day" Louis said and kissed her on the cheek

"Thank you, my little man" Catherine lovingly smiled and kissed Louis too. Then she hugged her older kids and Orla. William was looking at them with a smile while making sure that the omelettes would not burn. He served breakfast to his wife with a short "good morning" kiss when their kids were not looking. Catherine tried not to blush as she began to eat the omelette. He still managed to make her feel like a shy teenage girl with a simple kiss..

Because the kids were on the school mid term break, The Prince and Princess of Wales had no time only for themselves for the majority of the day. In the late afternoon while Catherine was doing some drawings with them, her husband sneaked out of the house. Charlotte was first to notice his absence as she asked "Where's papa?"

"I don't know, Lottie. I'll go and find him" Catherine murmured and began to check all the rooms in Adelaide cottage and then left for the garden too. She had in mind that it was Valentine's day, and also remembered that he liked to surprise her. However, a fear crept her mind nonetheless. Although they were not celebrating February 14 as something 'special' she thought that William perhaps wanted to spend time with her, got disappointed that they were not even talking through the day and left. She didn't really know why but those "stupid" thoughts were stuck in her mind.

He returned home half an hour later and went to his office for a moment. Then, as if nothing happened came back to the living room where Louis and Charlotte greeted him.

"Where's mummy and George?"

"They are looking for you, papa. Where have you been? Mummy was worried"

"Where is she now?" William asked and now he was the one searching for his wife

She was sitting on George's bed in his room and he was holding her hand. The princess was about to call on the number of her husband's private secretary. Fear mixed with the anger of some kind filled her mind.

"Kate.." William said as he stepped into George's room and it was a subtle signal for his son to let them stay alone.

"Where have you been?" She asked without looking at him even after he sat down

"It's.. It was to make a small surprise for you"

"We talked about it.. I don't celebrate-.."

"I know" William put his hand over hers "We do not specially celebrate Valentine's Day"

"Exactly, so why did you.." Catherine was about to ask another question when William silenced her with a kiss and then took her hand and led her towards his office.

She was looking at him with narrowed eyes as he closed the door.

"What the hell are you doing, William Wales?"

He said nothing as he handed her a box wrapped in pink paper and a bouquet of pink tulips.

"I know it is not your favourite hyacinth, but it is not available yet, so I hope this is okay"

Catherine stared at him, still with signs of anger and confusion but soon she proceeded to open the box. Inside, she found nothing else but an envelope.

"How many things am I supposed to find today yet?" She sighed. William didn't reply and watched her as she opened the blue envelope. There, she found a picture of them which was taken in 2002. Both of them with silly facial expressions, taken by Fergus, their university friend and roommate. On the back it was written "Middleton & Wales. Two silly but amazing people. F". Catherine sweetly giggled as she saw it.

Memories from St Salvador's Hall and Hope Street filled her mind and replaced irritation with nostalgia. William stared at her with adoration in his eyes for a few seconds, in absolute silence.

"Where did you find this? I thought I kept every single picture" she finally said, sitting down on a chair in front of her husband's desk. He could tell she was still in disbelief.

"Well.. I kept this one" he replied as they both were holding a piece of paper capturing a 20 year old moment.

After a few seconds of silence, Catherine resumed their conversation: "So, Fergus gave it to you at some point?"

"No, it was mine all along. He just had written that description back in 2005, right before our graduation" William replied "Now, it's yours"

Catherine smiled and kissed her husband on the cheek "Thanks for this gift. Oh, and sorry for feeling angry earlier"

"Do not worry, Miss Middleton" William put a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled.

"I hope you do not consider it as a Valentine's gift though" Catherine added then

"No" William shook head "It's just something that reminds me of our courtship. Hold on.. Were we already courting here or not yet?" He asked, Catherine mouthed "I don't know" and they both burst into laughter before looking into each other's eyes.

"We shall go back to the children" William murmured but it was quickly followed by him kissing his wife on the lips, then her neck..

"Stop it.." Kate whispered, trying to catch her breath "We must go back to the living room".

William looked at her and his face turned red as he said "I just remembered our university days and-.."

"Who said that you cannot remember it again later this evening and at night?" His wife smirked.

"I thought that you do not celebrate Valentine's Day" he teased her and kissed on the lips once more.

When William was putting the children to sleep, Catherine was already in their bedroom, waiting for their lovable night. At one point, she looked at her and William's 'old' picture again before putting it among others in the "uni" section in a family photo album.

Valentine's Day or not, he always knew how to surprise and make her feel the happiest in the best way possible.

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~ The end ♡

#royal fanfiction #2023 #valentine's day 2023 #prince of wales #princess of wales #kate x william #william and catherine #happy valentine's day #valentine's day #love #stories #text post #tags

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prettyxvenom99 · 2 years ago

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The hands Levi holds when he has a nightmare

Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort. Allusions to PTSD. 1,089 words. This is from Levi's POV, hence the third person POV and she/her pronouns. Originally on AO3.

Blood sprayed on Levi’s face — warm, he thought — and he whirled around in panic, and saw yet another limb on the ground…

“Levi? Levi!”

... a human limb — whose? — he didn’t know — one of them, one of his men — how many left? — the world shook — there's just one figure left zipping through the air …

“Levi! Wake up!”

The world shook and a titan’s hand came out of nowhere, swinging toward the dot in the sky … and Levi zipped toward it, flying — flying — in — slow — motion — slower than the titan’s hand —

“Levi, please!”

No. No no no no. He was always the fastest, always had to be the fastest — but why couldn’t he ... save them ...

“Levi!”

Levi opened his eyes. Everything was blurry, so blurry he couldn’t see; and so he blinked and blinked, and that was how he realized he was crying.

“What…?” he croaked.

“It’s just another nightmare,” a voice said.

Levi looked down and blinked again. A face came into focus.

She smiled. “Hi. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

She was kneeling before him, and he was sitting in a wingback chair … near the fireplace … in the library’s sitting room? Yes, he remembered now. They had come here as usual, to do their training reports, and they must’ve decided to just sleep here again: him in the chair, her in the sofa, taking turns guarding the other from nightmares.

Nightmares …

He realized he was shaking. She had his hands in her grasp, clutching gently, steadying. Levi stared at the tangle of their fingers: his own pressed together, bone-pale, peeking between hers. This wasn’t the first time she woke him up from a nightmare, and it wasn’t the first time she held his hands either.

The first time was a month ago, when her roommate went on a visit to Mitras with Erwin: Levi was working in the sitting room as usual, past midnight, avoiding his bedroom to avoid sleep at all; and she suddenly wandered in, trying not to fall asleep as well. My roommate isn’t here, she muttered, I can’t fall asleep alone.

So he let her share the desk with him; him with his paperwork and her with her sketches; and when she was nodding off over a half-finished drawing, he told her to go lie down on the sofa.

She looked at him suspiciously. He shrugged; he understood why she was wary of falling asleep around strangers.

So instead they tried to stay awake, the both of them, until Levi moved to the wingback chair, ostensibly to read a book. Next thing he knew, he was waking up from a nightmare; she was holding his hands and comforting him, and when they both realized where their hands were, they immediately pulled back. Sorry, it's just a reflex, she babbled. Didn't mean to ...

“Wanna tell me what it was about?” she said gently. Levi blinked, trying to reel his mind back to the present. He looked at her, her soft smile and patient eyes, and he was tempted to spill everything. But in the handful of times that this had happened, he had never told her what he saw in his nightmares, and he wasn’t sure if he ever should tell. She wasn’t even supposed to know about any of this; wasn’t supposed to know how fucking weak he actually was. She was training to be strong like him — but for fuck’s sake, he never was that strong, was he?

He no longer wanted to count the number of people he had let die. A long time ago he had reached the point where he needed to stop counting, needed to take responsibility for no soul at all.

“It’s nothing,” Levi murmured.

“It’s not nothing, is it?”

“It’s nothing.”

“You were screaming out a name.”

Levi fell quiet. He looked away, searching for an escape route, but she was still holding his hands, and her gaze was kind but unyielding.

“The name you were calling out, it was Ronan,” she said. “Ronan Strauss, right? Wasn’t he in your squad?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“The first squad you led?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this.”

“I know,” she said. “But maybe that’s why you keep seeing it in nightmares. Talking helps, you know?”

She scrutinized him. He was still trying to escape.

“You can talk to me too, if you want,” she said gently. “I don’t mind listening.”

It was an offer, one that came without imposition. It wasn’t the first time she had offered. For a moment Levi was tempted, to just pour it out, tell her how scared he really was—

“I’m fine,” he blurted out.

“Okay,” she smiled, then she let go of his hands. Suddenly he realized how cold it was in the room; the storm was still blowing outside and the fire had burned low.

She moved toward the fireplace — to stock the fire, he guessed — and as he stared at her back, he wondered why she was the one comforting him again, instead of the other way around. After the first time she saw his nightmare, she finally let herself lie down on the sofa — with a knife clutched in her hand; I’ll stab you if you come close, she said half-jokingly. But she did fall asleep; that was some comfort.

When she woke up from her nightmare, though, he could only watch her wrap herself tight in her blanket. He didn’t know what to do. She said her sisters used to hold her when she slept, and sometimes her roommate would too, on particularly bad nights. But Levi didn’t know if she would want him to hold her, and so all he could do was to sit by her, on the floor, leaning against the sofa, arms hugging his knees but eyes glued to her, watching her from the corner of his eye. He didn’t know what else to offer besides his company and silence.

But at least he had saved her — or helped her save herself — from titans, from bad men. He still breathed a sigh of relief every time he remembered she was alive — that he hadn’t got her killed. That was the one thing Levi held on to, amid all his failures and fears, all the close calls and letdowns: she was a risk taken and a risk paid off, and Levi understood all too well how rare this was. His hands didn’t always make miracles, but once in a blue moon, once in a lifetime, they did.

This is an excerpt from chapter 17 of my Levi longfic, "To You, 2,000 Feet Above" (on AO3). It's a slow-burn romance that's also an epic fantasy / action & adventure. Check it out if that sounds like your jam!

The art commission was drawn by scrawny.rey on Instagram, for myself, to illustrate this scene.

Reblogs and likes are always appreciated! And kudos over on AO3 haha.

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alrightberries · 4 years ago

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dante’s inferno

request: wassup homie could you maybe write a college au fic where levi and reader are rommies, then one day reader brings home an adopted cat without levi's prior knowledge? You could decide what happens next lol. Tysm 🥺

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 4k

❈ summary: college au. in which you bring a stray cat to your dorm and your neat freak roommate won’t let you keep it.

alternatively: a compilation of college shenanigans where you and levi are best friends who are bad with feelings (ft. an unamused cat named dante)

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of alcohol and smoking. implied smut.

a/n: this was supposed to be loosely based on the nine circles of hell according to inferno by dante alighieri— hence the title— but i did my research wrong so now it’s loosely based on the seven terraces of purgatory according to divine comedy. i’m keeping the title tho.

Inspired by this art by @ryuichirou on tumblr.

Permission to repost art was granted by the artist. Do not repost/edit the art without explicit permission from the artist.

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i. first terrace: pride

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why?”

“We’re not keeping it.”

“But why.”

Levi’s tongue clicks in annoyance. His eyes glance next you where the offending creature lay on your bed; tail curling, paws kneading at his your favorite fleece blanket. Quite frankly he’s a little offended when the little shit has the audacity to glare at him back.

He’ll never admit it, but his ego’s a bit bruised because the cat’s glare was slightly better than his.

“I said no,” he firmly replies, looking back to you. “It’s bad enough I have to share a room with an anarchist who has no respect for boundaries—“

“One time, I forgot to use a coaster that one time!”

“—and now you expect me to share a room with a dirty fur ball who does nothing but eat, shit, and sleep?”

“He’s a cat, Levi.” You murmur, scooping the cat into your arms. “And he has a name,” you give a nervous smile when you see your rommate grit his teeth. He feels a headache coming.

“You named it?”

“Dante is not an ‘it’.”

Levi makes a move to step closer but immediately stops when the ‘Dante’ hisses at him.

“Aw, he likes you.” You coo.

“Clearly,” he replies unenthusiastically. “Listen,” he sighs. “I respect your cat’s pronouns but that doesn’t mean he’s allowed to stay. Or do I need to remind you of the mac and cheese incident?”

Okay, maybe he was on to something. If you got caught with a pet in the dorms you’d breach your third and final warning, and you’d be forced to dorm off-campus. The fact that you were still here after the mac and cheese incident was solely because Levi pulled some strings (aka asked Erwin, golden boy of the campus who owed him a favor, to pull some strings).

But you couldn’t just let Dante go. There was something about him that felt so familiar; something about his black fur, thin silver eyes, unamused snarl, and overall grumpy demeanor. Especially endearing was the way he’d grumble and pretend to be annoyed whenever you tried to cuddle him but would complain if you stopped.

You just couldn’t figure out who or what he reminded you of.

Maybe you would’ve figured it out too if you weren’t so distracted with watching Levi and Dante stare at each other. Your eyes dart back and forth between the grouchy cat sitting on your bed and your grouchy roommate sitting on his desk. Both were slightly crouched over with their heads tilted up in a show of dominance; they were engaged in what seemed to be a glaring contest, gunmetal irises unamused and mouths taut in a snarl as they protected their territory.

You sigh. You really, for the life of you, couldn’t figure out why Dante felt so familiar.

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ii. second terrace: envy

Levi is not jealous. He’s not.

At least that’s what he tells himself as he sulks alone on his bed. His arms are crossed and his lips are in a pout, eyebrows knitted in distaste, occasionally glancing to your side of the room where you sat up on your bed. He’s sure whatever movie you chose to watch together is interesting and all, but right now all he could pay attention to was that stupid cat. Sitting on your stupid lap. Getting its fur stroked by your stupid hand. Getting all the love and affection his stupid self should be receiving.

It was him you should be cuddling, not Dante. Saturday nights were reserved for him and you, not you and a cat while he happened to be in the room. He’s been trying to make a move on you since high school and he can’t fucking believe he’s losing your attention to a cat. Sure, he’s always been too chicken to make a move and had to suffer seeing you get together with assholes— as per your type during your emo high school days— but this was a new low. He can’t wrap his head around the concept that he’s losing his longterm crush to a motherfucking cat.

When you coo at how adorable the fleabag was for what felt like the 50th time that night, Levi decides he’s had enough of the cuddle-hogging piece of shit.

Wordlessly, he crosses to your side of the room and lifts the cat from its perch, ignoring your protests as he sets it down on the floor and tells it to ‘scram, you little fuck.’ He uses a hand to dust your lap free of any microscopic cat particles Dante probably left behind before lying down his head down once he was satisfied. He grabs your hand to put it on his hair.

“Stroke.” He orders, eyes closing.

“What? No! You pushed off Dante.”

“He was in my spot.”

“You couldn’t have given up your lap pillow for one night?”

“One night?” He scoffs and turns to look at you. “You’ve been abandoning me for two weeks. That disgusting, tic-infested, rabies-carrying slob has no business sitting on your lap.”

“He’s not disgusting, you gave him a shower before you agreed to let me keep him. And I took him the vet to make sure he had all his shots. He’s clean, Levi.”

“Tch, good. Now throw him out and let him find someone else to freeload from.”

“Okay, what’s going on?” You guffaw. “You’ve been grumpier than usual. And why’re you being such an ass to Dante? He’s just a cat.”

“Don’t think he’s special in some way. I’m an ass to everyone.”

“Then why does it feel like you’re always extra mean to him?”

He doesn’t reply. His lips are downturned into a frown when he looks away with a click of his tongue, and you realize with a sigh you won’t be getting an answer from your cryptic roommate soon. Your fingers start mindlessly stroking his undercut when you get lost in your thoughts— a habit you developed through years of Levi using your lap as a pillow. He always complained the first few times you did it but you knew it calmed both him and you, and that it put both your minds at ease. Moreso Levi right now, apparently.

You’re keenly aware of how he seems to curl up into you the more you keep going. You watch as his shoulders slump down when you stroke the side of his face, and his eyebrows relax slightly. From your angle, you could even see the way his eyes close in content. Maybe even a tiny smile if you were being delusional.

Your lip twitches upward.

“Oh my god, Levi, are you jealous of a cat?”

“Shut up and play with my hair.”

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iii. third terrace: wrath

“You owe me a new cravat.”

You blink up at your roommate. “What?”

“You owe me a new cravat.” He repeats. He pulls from his pocket a white piece of fabric— barely recognizable— torn into shreds, releases it mid-air. It gently lands on your open palm.

“Wait, did Dante do this?” You ask, eyeing the slik in your hands.

“Unless you went feral in the middle of the fucking night and decided to cut up my clothes, yes.”

“Oh my god, Levi, I’m so sorry. I swear Dante will never—“

“You actually owe me three cravats,” he interjects. “The first two I overlooked since they weren’t that expensive but I draw the line here.” His lips are downturned into a frown, eyes poorly concealing his clear distaste. “This one’s my favorite and it was made from silk.”

You eye the fabric in your hands once more before nodding in understanding, setting down the once beautiful cravat before taking out your wallet. It was only fair that you paid him back; he was being more than generous with letting your cat stay and keeping it a secret, and now you wonder how many bad things Dante’s done that Levi’s overlooked or simply never brought up with you.

“Sure, I’m really sorry. How much do I owe you?”

Levi doesn’t say anything. Instead he pulls out his phone and types something on what you could only assume was google, most likely looking for the same brand of the cravat your cat had just torn into shreds. You weren’t entirely sure how much those could cost, but surely you could afford—

“What the fuck!” You screech, eyeing the page with very, very hefty price tags listed. Holy fucking hell where did he even get the money to buy something so expensive. Gulping, you nervously look up at your unimpressed roommate. You already knew he was taking it easy on you; his aura was the only thing intimidating, at least he wasn’t giving you the murder eyes. And even though he was a man of his word, you were thankful he hasn’t reported Dante.

Still, it didn’t change the fact that Levi looked pissed beyond belief.

“Uhm... can I pay you with a check that’ll definitely bounce?”

“You will pay me in cash.”

“Fuck, fine!”

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iv. fourth terrace: sloth

Levi silently works on his desk. His laptop’s open in fromt of him, numerous notes from classes and books from the library surrounding him. The gentle sounds of clicking and clacking echoe throughout the room as fingers typed at the keyboard, eyes concentrated and lips pulled taught as he focuses on his task. He’s on a roll. He’s almost done with this part of his research, nothing could snap him out of this, he just needs to—

“Levi, when do you think Dante will come back to me?”

He stops typing and grits his teeth.

This is how it’s been the entire night. Ten minutes of peace before you ask him some stupid questions that could’ve been answered with common sense.

“Fuck if I care.”

“Do you think it was something I did?”

He resumes typing. “Yes.”

“Do you think he’ll come back?”

“No.”

“Even after all we’ve been through?”

“Still no.”

“I miss him,” you sigh. “I miss him so much.”

“Then you shouldn’t have left the door open.”

It’s been a week since Dante escaped the dorm and Levi doesn’t understand why you’re still so depressed about it. I mean, you only lost a cat that you loved and treasured and treated like family. Surely a week of moping around in your pajamas and eating nothing but chips and soda was catharsis enough.

He hears you shift in your burrito blanket, presumably to turn away from him so you can sulk into the wall next to your bed. Good. Now he can get back to working on—

“Levi do you think Dante-“

“Enough.” He grits, slamming his laptop shut.

“Where’re you going?” You ask, eyeing the way he hurriedly stuffs papers and books into his bag along with his laptop.

“Out.” He replies, grabbing his keys and his coat. “I can’t stand this shit anymore.”

Your head is burried in your blankets when he slams the door shut and all you could do was slump down because great. You lost Dante, and now you’ve royally pissed off Levi.

Great. Just fucking great.

Unlike your cat, however, your roommate comes back hours later, just before curfew. He doesn’t bother with a hello— he never does— and neither do you, opting to stay hidden underneath the sheets. Though suddenly, there’s a dip in the mattress followed by a pur next to your head.

Could it be?

“Dante?” You murmur, lifting your head from underneath your cocoon of fabric. Small black paws and silver eyes meet your gaze. “Dante!” Immediately sitting up, you pulled him to your lap, scratching his little head and cooing about how much you missed him as he purred and curled into to you.

Levi would never say it, but he missed seeing you smile at the little fleabag.

You turn to look at your roommate. “How’d you find him?”

“Asked around the campus. He wandered into another dorm building and probably thought it was ours.”

“Well yeah but... I thought you hated him?”

“I do.” He replies instantly.

“Then why’d you find him?”

“I hate him, not you.”

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v. fifth terrace: avarice

“I fucking hate both of you,” Levi grumbles, staring at the dorm.

Towers of boxes lined his supposed to be clean dorm room. He had a hard time prying the door open since it was blocked, and he wasn’t even sure how the boxes weren’t blocking out the light from how high they were piled. Dante’s sat on a stack of box directly next to the door, purring and flicking his tail around. Levi squints his eyes and glares at the little shit.

“You especially.”

“Mrow?”

Levi’s day had been, with no irony or sarcasm at all, amazing. He got a good grade on his research paper; the guy in front of him at the cafe accidentally ordered an extra serving of (coincidentally, Levi’s favorite) tea and gave it to him for free; and he got full marks for the presentation he’s been worrying about for weeks. His class even got dismissed early so he had an extra hour for lunch. He knew you didn’t have classes, so in honor of his great day he thought he’d do something nice and take you out for lunch. His treat, of course.

But any trace of his good mood vanished when he went back to the dorms and got greeted to a room that looked like it came from an episode of Hoarders.

This is what he gets for trying to be nice.

“Levi! Is that you?” You called out.

“What the fuck happened?”

You laugh sheepishly— at least Levi thinks you do. He couldn’t see you beyond the hundred boxes that took up your shared room. He hears some rustling and the sound of things being moved around before finally your head pops out from behind a wall of brown, smiling at him apologetically before walking towards him (and tripping a few times).

“Remember when I said I’d order some toys for Dante as a surprise?”

Levi’s eye twitches. “Don’t tell me—”

“I accidentally ordered 10,000 instead of 10. Online shopping struggles, am I right?” You nervously chuckle at his pissed off face. Levi was not in the mood.

Your smile widens as you make twinkly gestures with your hands. “So uh... surprise?”

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vi. sixth terrace: gluttony

The clinic is still when you first entered.

The harsh smell of alcohol and sterile metal makes your nose grimace, and the coldness of the thermostat brings goosebumps to your arms. Behind the wall, somewhete in the waiting room, cats are hissing, dogs are barking, and you could even hear the sound of birds angrily chirping and rattling their cages.

Dante cowers in fear on the silver table, and your heart aches. His ears are down and his fur’s standing on its ends, but you couldn’t comfort him. Not right now, at least. The veterinarian still needed to do a few more checks.

You gulp, “how’s... how’s Dante looking, doc?”

“Not good,” she murmurs. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and she takes a deep sigh as she eyes the information on the chart. “It’ll take months before he can walk properly again, possibly more if we don’t do anything about it soon.”

“Don’t tell me... is he—-”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” she sighs. “But your cat is heavily obese.”

The corners of your lips twitch down into a frown, and your palm is warm when you start to stroke Dante’s fur. He calms down a bit from your touch, less on edge but still guarded as he warily eyes the doctor’s gloved hands.

“But I don’t understand,” you reply. “I’ve been following the recommended diet you put him on, and I haven’t been feeding him anything other than the cat food and vitamins you recommended. How’s he still obese?”

“Well, we could look into other solutions, but for now I think we ought to look at whether or not Dante has an underlying health problem.”

Levi tunes out the chatter between you and the vet, bored eyes staring into nothing. He’s leaning against a wall and he’s watching the cat carrier. Your bag’s slung over his shoulders and your coat’s in his arms, and he was sure you didn’t even need him to be here for “moral support.”

He mentally scoffs. You probably just needed a chauffeur to drive you for free, and honestly, Levi would rather feel like a chauffeur than a coat rack.

His eyes make contact with Dante’s, and all the fear in the cat’s eyes is suddenly gone, replaced with a steely glare and bared teeth. A warning, one no one else notices but him.

Levi gives him a solitary nod, understanding what Dante wanted to say.

Don’t tell Y/N I’ve been sneaking to the neighbors.

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vii. seventh terrace: desire

There’s something about the buzz of alcohol and nicotine that makes Levi confident—- the liquid courage in his veins and the smoke in his lungs clouding his judgement. Perhaps that’s where he finally gets the balls to cross the room, drunken eyes on your equally intoxicated ones, before he pulls you in for a kiss.

The kiss starts slow, with lips just interlocking and lightly testing the waters. But then he feels your tongue make its way inside his mouth and your fingers weave into his hair to tug him closer, and Levi loses the last threads of inhibition he has. His tongue massages yours and one of his arm wraps around your waist, the other comes down to grope and knead your ass. He feels you walk backwards and your hand pulls at his tie, dragging him with you. Suddenly he’s trapping you against a wall, lifting one of your legs up to wrap around his hips so he could grind his crotch into yours.

Levi doesn’t expect his first kiss with you to be like this; messy and full of tongue and spit, full of fingers clawing at clothes and small grunts escaping your lips. He was hoping it’d be more romantic, with warm cheeks and fingers softly intertwining, shy kisses exchanged through little smiles.

But he’s not about to complain—- he’s wanted to be with you for years, and god he loved having you like this. Loved having you all hot and desperate, trapped between his firm chest and the wall. His cock is hard in his pants, and he just about growls when he feels you start to undo his belt, the fly of his pants coming down as you got on your knees and stared up at him with innocent eyes as you pull out his aching boner. There’s a cheeky grin your face when you pump at his length, and your tongue peaks out of your mouth before—

“Levi, are you okay?”

His eyes snap open, and he’s greeted to the sight of your worried face directly above his.

“Fuck!” he yells, and his forehead slams into yours when he flinches away. “Sorry, sorry” he quickly ammends when you yelp in pain.

He’s covered in sweat, he notices. Chest heaving, heart beating a little too loud for his liking, and he silently pulls the blankets over his cum stained boxers when you sit beside him.

God, he was really hoping you wouldn’t notice the fact that he came in his pants like a high schooler. And it was before dream you even got to suck him off. How much more pathetic could he be.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, m’fine, it’s just...” your eyes are distracted, staring off into space. Fingers trace his thighs, and you sigh. “You were having a nightmare,”

Levi blinks. “What?”

“You were having a nightmare,” you repeat. “Kept tossing and turning and groaning in your sleep. And you kept making these... funny faces,”

“...right,” he nods. Sure, a nightmare. A nightmare he never wanted to wake up from.

It takes about ten minutes to reassure you that yes, he was fine, don’t mind the way his cheeks are flushed, he was just... shaken up from his nightmare, is all. Then you’re back to bed, sleeping the night away, and twenty minutes later he’s on his way back to bed too; this time with a fresh pair of boxers and a content look on his face, all thanks to him finishing off his fantasies in the communal bathroom during his shower.

The door makes a quiet click when he shuts it behind him, and he freezes when he catches sight of Dante sat up on your bed, tail flicking behind him as he gives Levi a knowing look.

Levi squints his eyes, and he threateningly whispers, “you tell no one.”

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epilogue

The half empty room brings a frown to your face, and all you could do was pout as you sealed up the last of the boxes.

“Why do you have to leave again?” you ask, and Levi turns around as he finishes folding the last of his clothes. He shrugs. “Cats aren’t allowed in the dorms.”

You owed him your entire college career, that much was sure. The RA’s found out about Dante, and Levi had taken the fall to spare you. He wasn’t required to move out since it was only his first strike, but he insisted on doing so so that Dante wouldn’t be alone, saying he already found an apartment nearby and he’ll never hear the end of it from you if he didn’t take Dante with him.

Bullshit. Levi had a soft spot for Dante, you knew that much. He wasn’t doing it for you, he was doing it for himself. Though normally you’d be overjoyed to know that Levi really did secretly like the cat he pretended to hate so much, this time, you were just pissed. You couldn’t believe a fucking cat was stealing away the guy you’ve been in love with since high school. Sure, you were too much of a coward to ask him out, but he was basically your boyfriend already—- the entire campus knew you inadvertently had dibs on each other.

“Yeah but... do you have to leave me alone?”

“I asked you to come with me, and you said no.” He points out. “I still don’t see why when we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“It’s different off-campus!”

“How?”

“Because it’s like... it’s like we’re moving in together, y’know?” you reply. “And it seemed wrong to move in with you when we’re not even dating.”

“Let’s do it, then.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighs, handing you a spare key to what you could only assume was his new apartment. You glance between him and the key in your hands, and he rolls his eyes when he realizes that you still don’t get it.

“I know we’re doing this backwards since couples don’t typically move in before the first date,” he says before gesturing to Dante. “But we already have a son, and I know you’re his favorite parent. We can share custody until you can move in with me.”

You blink. “What?” Your brain stopped working when Levi referred to you as a couple, and you’re pretty sure your heart stopped beating too. At this point, anything he said went in one ear and out the other. He flicks your forehead.

“Hey— ow! What was that for?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“And you’re being a prick!” you grumble. “It hurts, y’know.”

He scoffs. “What do you want me to do? Kiss it better?” he scoffs.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain, “I’d rather you kiss me.”

Wait. What?

Before you could go back on your words, Levi shrugs. Warm palms gently grab your cheeks, pulling your face closer to his. Your eyes widen and you momentarily freeze, brain definitely not working anymore. He hesitates when you don’t make a move, but then you’re shyly leaning forward, and that was all the confirmation Levi needs.

“If you insist,” he whispers, and suddenly your words die on your tongue when his lips interlock with yours.

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thatfanficstuff · 4 years ago

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Unexpected - Stucky x Reader

Pairing Grouping: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Steamy fluff with a dash cupful of foul mouthed Reader and super soldier. Also liberal use of sugar and baby but no sugar babies.

A/N: short fluff is no 3300+ of very steamy fluff. I’m gonna go with 16+ on this one folks. Oh, and STUCKY!!!

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They didn’t think anything of it at first. It was just little things after all. Things that hardly warranted their attention. It wasn’t until Tony mentioned it that they began to take notice.

“Hey, Capsicle, you and tin man been sneaking off to the store without telling anyone? You could at least ask if we needed anything? I’ve been out of blueberries for days,” Tony said one night as the team sat to watch a movie.

“What are you talking about, Stark?” Steve asked with a furrowed brow.

Tony gestured at the bag of gummy worms that you and Bucky were currently sharing. “Just that you two seem to be the only ones around here that never run out of your favorite goodies. You could have stocked up for everyone. That’s all I’m saying.” He shrugged his shoulders and waved a hand through the air as if it wasn’t important, though clearly it was if he’d brought it up.

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, you’re a billionaire. Pay someone to do your shopping and have it delivered, you big baby.”

The super soldiers on either side of you laughed and you settled more firmly into your seat between them. Tony started to say something else but Natasha smacked his arm. “Shut up. Movie’s starting.”

He grumbled which brought another smile to your face. He really was an overgrown kid sometimes. Really, you were just pleased that he’d shut the hell up. After all, if you’d wanted your crushes to know you were secretly taking care of them, you would have done it not so secretly. Liking both of them was awkward enough without them being aware of it, thank you very much.

Honestly, until that day, Steve had just assumed that Tony had someone that replenished the food in the kitchenette on their floor. True, they’d never seen anyone, but it wasn’t like it happened by magic. It was just over a week later when Steve glanced up from his drawing when Bucky walked into their living room. “Hey Buck, you didn’t do any cleaning did you?”

Bucky snorted. “There’s never anything to clean is there?”

Steve frowned. “Yeah, I noticed that to. I asked Stark if he had a service that did our floor. You know what he said?”

“I’m guessing he said no or we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” Bucky answered as he sat across the table from his boyfriend.

“He asked if I wanted him to get someone in to help us out.”

Confusion caused Bucky’s brow to furrow as he leaned forward. “So, someone has been coming into our space, replacing our food and cleaning up after us and we have no idea who it is?”

“Looks like it.”

There was a stretch of silence before Bucky asked, “Why?”

***

It started when the boys were on a mission. You’d raided Buck’s candy stash for movie night and before you replaced it, you’d done an inventory and picked up everything else they were needing. It wasn’t like it took much more effort. And when you’d seen how happy they were when they arrived home to all their favorites, that was all the incentive you needed to keep doing it.

You made sure to refill their stash when they were on mission or out for training so they wouldn’t catch you. There was always the chance they’d return when you weren’t expecting it, but the odds were slim. After all, you made a living by sneaking around unseen, hence the name Shadow. The cleaning started when they were gone on a mission and you didn’t want them coming home to clutter and dust. You weren’t even sure that they noticed, but it made you happy to have something else you could do for them.

Steve and Bucky were currently on week three of a mission with Nat and Sam and you were sorting out the groceries you’d just bought while you tried to think of something special you could do for them.

“So, why do you do it exactly?” you heard from behind you, causing you to jump. The twins were in San Francisco until tomorrow so you should have had the floor to yourself.

You scowled when you found Tony standing behind you wearing his infamous smirk.

“Jumpy?”

Your cheeks heated as you turned back to the task at hand, hoping Tony wouldn’t notice at least half of your food was for the super soldiers. “Mind was just elsewhere. What’s up?”

“I was just wondering why you pamper the geriatric twins if you aren’t going to take credit for it?”

You froze briefly before finishing up and placing the boys’ food back into bags so you could carry it upstairs. Finally, you turned and crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the counter behind you. “I don’t suppose it would do me any good to deny it?”

He chuckled as he moved closer. “They asked me to look into it before they left. It was the complete lack of evidence that led me to you actually. Only one person I know can get around my system like that.”

“Shit.” You were a technomancer and were very skilled at making tech do what you wanted. Tony hadn’t been thrilled the first time you’d completely circumvented the tower’s security. Now he used you to test out new systems. Finally, you quit freaking out enough to meet his eyes. “Are you going to tell them?”

He tilted his head and frowned at you. “Why are you so dead set against them figuring this out? You know they won’t be anything other than grateful.”

“Because they’ll want to know why and I can’t tell them that.” Your voice was quiet but you knew he’d heard your answer.

“Well how about you tell me then, sparky?” he suggested.

You rolled your eyes at his stupid nickname as you sighed. He wasn’t the most trustworthy when it came to secrets but you were dying to tell someone. And honestly, he would probably be the least judgmental out of everyone. “You can’t tell anyone, Tony. I mean it.”

He rubbed his hands together and closed most of the distance between you. “My lips are sealed. You have my word.”

You arched a brow but chose not to comment. You closed your eyes not wanting to look at him as you made the confession. “I might possibly be just a little bit in love with them.” When you got no response you opened one eye to find Tony grinning at you as he rocked on his feet. You opened the other eye to give him a narrow-eyed look. “What?”

“I think you should tell them.”

“Not funny, Stark.”

“Wasn’t meant to be, sweetheart.” You just stared at him, saying nothing. After a few moments, he sighed. “Listen, as amusing as it might be to trick you into having that conversation with them and recording it to watch at my leisure later, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“That little admission didn’t exactly help your cause any.”

He ran a hand down his face. “I can’t tell you that I know for sure how they’ll react, because I can’t. I also can’t tell you how many times I’ve caught them checking you out when they think no one’s watching. Or how many times they’ve argued about who got to sit beside you when there was only one seat left. Or the number of whispered conversations they have that fade away when you walk into the room. And while I have had many female friends over the years, I have never suggested any of them sit in my lap unless I was trying to take things beyond friendship.”

You frowned. “I sit in their laps all the time.”

His hands went out to the side as if to say ‘see?’.

Your frown deepened as you recalled something else. “Wait, didn’t you try to get me to sit in your lap when I was still new?”

Tony chuckled and turned around to walk off. “Only proving my point, Y/L/N,” he called over his shoulder.

It was barely five minutes after he left that you gathered the bags of food to take upstairs and put away. You weren’t certain you’d survive sitting around doing nothing and there was only so much training you could stand in a day. “Protocol five, J,” you said as you stepped onto the elevator. “Super soldiers’ floor, please.”

“Of course, Miss.” Protocol five would shut down all recording devices anywhere in your vicinity until you turned it off.

You made short work of putting the food away and glanced around. Things were fairly tidy though they could use a dust and a quick vacuum. A peek in both bedrooms had you wrinkling your nose. They’d had back-to-back missions before they’d left on the current one and obviously hadn’t had time to do laundry. While the boys normally slept together, they maintained their own spaces in case one of them was having a bad night or just needed some time to themselves.

Moving into Bucky’s space, you gathered up all the laundry and threw it out into the hallway. You also stripped the bedding and added it to the pile. You put a load in the washer before moving to Steve’s room. There was more laundry there as it was the space they shared the most often. You added to the pile already in the hallway before stripping those sheets as well.

After sorting the clothes into loads, you took about half of them down to your floor and started a load there as well before heading back upstairs. You opened windows in both bedrooms to let them air out as you put fresh sheets on the beds. You dusted and straightened and vacuumed only pausing as necessary to switch out the laundry.

By the time you finished all but the last loads of laundry, their rooms looked better than they had in months and they had clean sheets to crawl into when they got home. You’d cleaned the rest of the floor as well and were heading back to your floor to take care of the last of the clothes. You had to wait a bit for them to finish drying, but then once it was all folded and sorted, you loaded up the laundry basket to put it away. You were happy you’d gotten so much done.

Apparently ignoring your feelings made you productive, who knew? Most of the clothes in your basket were Buck’s so you headed to his room first. You reached for the handle, only to have the door open on its own. Your mouth dropped and the basket fell to your feet as you ran your gaze up a naked torso to see Bucky frowning at you. He was dressed in a pair of sweats and his hair was still wet from a shower. His gaze darted from you to the basket and back as a grin crept over his face. “Fuck,” you breathed out and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I-I need to go.”

He reached out and snagged your wrist before you got more than a step. “I don’t think so, sugar.” He tugged you gently back in his direction and lifted your chin with a finger since you seemed unable to look at him on your own. “Where do you think you’re going to escape to anyway, Y/N? We know where you live.”

“I was thinking of moving to Alaska. I hear it’s nice there this time of year.”

“You hate the cold,” he said with a laugh and looped an arm around your waist.

Your heart raced and you prayed that his stupid super soldier senses wouldn’t clue him in, but who were you kidding? You’d never be that lucky.

“Oh, Steve,” he called in a sing-song voice. “I have something for you.”

“Not now, Buck. I’m…” Steve’s voice trailed off as he stepped into the hall and saw you. His ears and cheeks turned a rather adorable shade of red and you couldn’t stop a giggle at the sight. “What’s this?” he asked looking between the two of you.

Bucky nudged the laundry basket into view with his foot. “I intercepted her on her way to put away the last of the laundry.”

Steve straightened immediately. “Oh, did you?”

And damned if his voice didn’t drop a whole octave when he said it. Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You squirmed in Bucky’s hold but didn’t try to escape. There was no point. He chuckled behind you and passed you over to Steve when he held a hand out toward you. You licked your lips as you took it and let him lead you into the living room.

He sat on the couch and pulled you down onto his lap. Bucky sat right beside him and pulled your legs onto his lap. You cleared your throat. “I can sit by myself.”

“I’m sure you can, baby,” Steve assured. “But I’m happy with you in my lap. And you like to make me happy, don’t you, Y/N?”

Oh.

My.

God.

That was not fair. Not fucking fair at all.

Steve trailed a finger up your spine, chuckling when you shivered at his touch. His finger continued it’s journey up your neck then back along its previous path as he talked. “When Buck and I were kids, there wasn’t a lot of money to go around. Less so for me because of my meds. Our folks taking care of us meant putting food on the table and mending our clothes. Sometimes there might be enough for a dime novel or some sweets, but for the most part we took care of each other.”

Bucky kept rubbing little circles on your ankle with his thumb. “That hasn’t changed much over the last several decades. You know, except when I was trying to kill him. But then someone else started taking care of us. In a million little ways we didn’t always notice. Not right away anyway.”

“But then we did notice and we started making note of everything that made us feel cared for.” Steve’s hand flattened on your back and his fingers flexed slightly as he said, “Loved.”

“So, tell us, Y/N, why did you do it?” Bucky asked.

You shrugged and stared at your hands where they twisted together in your lap. “I stole your candy and needed to replace it so I picked up some other stuff. But then I saw how happy you were when you had your favorite snacks when you got home and that made me happy. The more I did, the happier and more relaxed you seemed so I kept doing it. I like it when you’re happy. Both of you.”

“That the only reason, baby? You like us happy?” Steve asked as he trailed that damned finger back up your spine.

You jumped out of his lap and stepped back until you were out of easy reach for either of them. They stared at you in surprise and you held out a hand to stop them when they started to stand. “No. You stay put. You two aren’t playing fair.”

“How’s that, doll?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes sparking with amusement.

“You with the touching and the sugar and the arm around the waist,” you said gesturing to Bucky before turning to his boyfriend. “And you with the baby and more touching and the deep voice. It’s not fair. It’s not.” You sucked in a breath. “My entire life I’ve been attracted to the unattainable guy. Every fucking time. But this time I really outdid myself because I fell in love with not just one, but two unattainable men and they’re dating each other. I mean fuck my life. Seriously. What is that? So yes, I did all of this because I love you. Both of you. And I’ll keep doing it for the same reason and it will always make me happy to see you happy. But at the end of the day, you two have each other and I don’t and that’s not fucking fair so stop. Just stop, okay?”

Steve stood first as if afraid to startle you. He stepped forward and swept his thumb across your cheek wiping away the tears you hadn’t been aware of. His hands settled on either side of your neck as he studied your eyes for the longest time. “You’ve got quite the fucking mouth on you, baby,” he said then tugged you forward and slammed his lips onto yours.

You hesitated for only a moment, a brief stretch of time and then you let yourself go. Your Steve was kissing you and it was nothing like you’d imagined. There was nothing soft or questioning about it. It was firm, sure, and altogether fucking fantastic. His hands moved to your thighs and lifted as his lips stayed glued to yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and as he turned, his lips slid from your mouth to travel the length of your neck. His open mouth kisses alternated with tiny nips that were sure to bruise and you rolled your hips against him in response. He hissed against your skin and you smiled.

A large hand grasped your chin and turned your head until another pair of lips slanted over yours. Bucky. His kiss was dark and rich and full of promises. He shifted his body so he supported your back as his hands found the hem of your shirt. Cool metal and warm flesh contrasted against your skin as he slid over your belly and up to caress your breasts. “Oh God.” You rolled your hips again, Steve pressed against your front and Bucky pressed against your ass.

“Fuck,” Steve said as his hands tightened on your waist in an effort to still your movements.

Bucky chuckled against the back of your neck and bit at the skin there, his bite firmer, more punishing than Steve’s. “What’s the matter, punk? She pushing you to the edge already?”

“Suck it, Barnes.”

“I intend to, Rogers.”

That had you grinning. This playful love they had between them was what you wanted. Was part of the reason you fell in love with both of them. Bucky’s gaze shifted to you and he mirrored your grin. “I love you, Buck.”

His grin widened. “You hear that, Stevie? She loves me. God, that’s sexy.” He kissed you soundly then pulled you from Steve’s arms to carry you bridal style to the bedroom. “I love you, too, sugar.”

That earned him another kiss. You put your hand against the door frame to stop him before he could carry you inside. This needed to be said before you were all in bed together. You turned to find Steve with a question in his eyes. “I love you, too, Steve.”

His smile was sweet, soft. “I know you do, baby.” He placed a hand on your cheek and gave you a soft kiss. “I love you, too. Have for awhile if I’m honest. We both have. Turns out we were both feeling guilty for loving someone else and it was the same girl. Never dreamed you’d actually be ours though.” You kissed him again and it only took a moment for it to take on a rougher edge.

Bucky turned you so he could carry you into the room, causing your lips to be pulled from Steve’s. You whimpered at the loss of contact and both men chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll have more of us than you can handle in a moment.”

You squealed as Buck tossed you into the middle of their king sized bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and bit your lip as you looked at the two men standing before you. “Promise, soldiers?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that’s a goddamn guarantee.”

#stucky x reader #stucky fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #stucky x you #poly fanfiction

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crxwleyscorner · 3 years ago

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The Millionaire Waltz

Characters:Kaz Brekker x (Female)Reader

Type:Fluff with the tiniest bit of angst

Summary:Kaz finally found love but had to let it go,will it find it's way back to him?

A/N:Song fic inspired by The Millionaire Waltz by Queen!This is part of @magpiencrow's 1.2K celebration so CONGRATS!!!and i hope you like this!I have not written in a loooong time so this might not be my best work but i'm still happy with it

Warnings:Getting cut on glass (on accident)

“Never make decisions out of fear Jesper,only out of spite”,one of the many sentences uttered by Kaz Brekker that had stuck in Y/N’s mind,though that wasn’t how she operated.

I make them out of love,she had to stop herself from saying on that fateful night.That is one of the ways those two were polar opposites,while Kaz always made his decisions using logic,Y/N was known for following her emotions like a lost puppy.Maybe that’s why she could only ever be a follower,the blood of a leader just didn’t run through her,yet she was happy that out of all the people she could be following she was lucky enough to land on Kaz Brekker.

The girl found love everywhere she went,she loved to sing,dance,paint,even if she wasn’t the best at it,she would always say as long as you put love in it,it's beautiful.Anyone else would’ve loved these characteristics but people with a heart as full as hers weren’t known to last long at Ketterdam,and that’s exactly why Kaz worried,he worried so much that she would get hurt by her own heart

But what he hated the most was that he was getting hurt by his own heart.Without wanting,without realizing until it was too late,he had fallen for her,fallen hard.Her songs had drawn him in like a siren draws a sailor to his end.The bastard of the barrel was known for many things but love never crossed that list and he hoped it would stay that way,yet his hopes went unanswered.

He tried and tried to bury his feelings down below,deep enough that the most skilled detective couldn’t find them,with no success.So after hiding for so long he decided if you can’t beat them,join them,and he did.No longer did he leave for his office when celebration started,no,now he would sit and listen to her pour her heart out after a few drinks with a badly written song or dance the night away with Jasper,he so badly wanted to join her but he knew he couldn’t,so he just watched,and for a long time that was enough to make him happy.

“You can’t keep getting hurt like this” Kaz had scolded Y/N as she sat in his office.The girl’s hand was wrapped in bandages,she had gotten it scarred on their latest heist,everything was going well until she had tripped and fallen hands first on pieces of broken glass.She had known they were there but was simply too distracted by the beauty of the paintings in front of her to remember,hence falling right on them.

Looking up from the scribbles she had been making on her bandages with an ink pen she said “Kaz i’ve survived worse,and how come you don’t scold Jasper or Inej like this when they get hurt?”

She was looking straight at him now and Kaz felt like she was looking through him.Everyone could tell that he worried much more for her than any other Crow and Y/N wanted some answers,she didn’t know his feelings so in her mind she had insecurities that maybe he thought less of her,thought her as incompetent

Kaz simply muttered what he had been thinking this entire time“Because i care about you,i care about them too but not the same way i do for you”.He knew no heist was worth getting her hurt,no amount of money could make him feel as she could,with only one look at his direction she could make him feel like the richest man not just in Ketterdam,but in the whole world.

Y/N still wasn’t too sure what to make of that but then he met her gaze and it was like the muddy waters had cleared,with just one look she understood,and she was happy,the saints couldn’t have stopped the smile that grew on her face

”I feel the same way” she had said and now they were both happy,a happiness so pure,a type Kaz hadn’t felt in a long time,she made him feel like he had everything,made him feel like a millionaire.Months went by and they stayed that way,but everything good must come to an end,right?On an unsuspecting morning the girl had received a letter from her family seas away,someone close to her had gotten deathly sick and she must leave immediately if she wanted to say her goodbyes,so she did.Kaz didn’t try making her stay,he knew how it felt to lose someone close to you and he wanted her to at least get to say goodbye.

It broke his heart watching her leave,getting on that ship and not knowing if he was ever going to see her again.She had promised him she’d come back but he knew promises don’t always stay true.”I’ll always come back to you love and until then” she had said handing him a heart locker “keep this part of me with you” and with that she left,he didn’t take his eyes of the ship until it was swallowed by the fog surrounding the sea.

When he opened the locket he found a piece of her hair in it,a part of her would always be with him no matter what.That part was all he had of her for months and it was driving him crazy.The crows would always try and console him,she was okay,she will be back,but nothing could change the growing anxiety he felt.He wanted,no,he needed for her to be back,needed it desperately.He loved her so much that the mere thought of something bad happening to her made him feel like throwing up.Each day he would wait at the dock,each day he would go home empty handed,until today.

It had felt like a dream,watching her figure slowly emerge from the ship,breathing in the air of Ketterdam.He had seen her before she saw him since she was busy tugging at the luggage behind her.Kaz had never ran so fast towards someone,and when she saw him she had to stop herself from throwing her arms around her love,but she couldn’t stop herself from having the biggest smile on her face.

Reaching her hand forward,she choked out “I’ve missed you so much” tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes.Kaz took her hand,giving it a squeeze,“Me too” and letting it go and at that moment everything was okay,all their anxieties and worries gone for at least a few moments,moments that they cherished more than anything.Kaz finally had his girl right there,she came back just as she promised to and he swore to never let her go again.

#i have not written in a whole year so hello #have this <3 #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #kaz brekker imagine #magpie’s 1.2k

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creepychan08 · 3 years ago

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Aone x reader

Today was your first day with your job as a nurse working at a construction site in Miyagi. Despite boarding the early train, you frowned as you see the crowds of people standing, reminding you of a sardines commercial.

'So hot', you thought, wiping the sweat off your brow.

Your eyes scanned the area hoping for some miracle empty seats. It seems heaven answered your prayers when you see one on the far right.

Its weird though. People should have scrambled for that seat after all no one wants to stand on a crowded train but why is it that it still remain vacant?

Before thinking much further about it, you squeeze your way past the crowd towards the seat and tried to find out why.

Your answer soon came when you see a tall, heavy build man sitting alone beside the empty chair. He had a scowl plastered on his face- or maybe that's just his usual expression? And you see people scooting far away from him as possible.

You felt your heart tug at the scene. Somehow, you wondered how it would feel if you were on the shoes of the man. There is no threatening aura surrounding him anyway, just his intimidating stature.

You made your decision.

"Hi, is this seat available?" You asked, smiling kindly at the stranger. He looked at you, a brief flicker of surprise passed in his eyes. He nodded at your question and you thanked him, before sitting down, glad to finally rest your legs.

"My name is Yn. The train sure is packed today, neh?" You said, making small conversation. The man only grunted in response.

Ah, so he's not much of a talker.

But there's something about him that draws you in. Something that makes you feel the need to just talk and be kind to the stranger.

"Its my first today at work. My first job too so its a bit unnerving for me. What about you? Are you going to work too?"

The man regarded you for a bit before nodding. "Yes. My name is Aone"

Your smile widened even more. He's finally talking!

"Well, Aone-san its nice to meet you!" You enthusiastically bowed towards him while sitting and he does the same. You finally reached your stop and you sighed, knowing that your interaction finally ends here.

"Its my stop. Goodluck on your work!"

You took your things and made your way out the train only to see Aone beside you.

"Oh, is your job nearby too?"

Aone only grunted in reply and you continued chatting with him.

Unknowingly to you, Aone looks at you out the corner of his eyes. His heart feels warm and he felt really glad that someone is not scared of him, even taking the time to converse with his serious persona.

You were really pretty too with your friendly smile and short stature, he thinks with a slight blush on his face.

Soon, you reached the project site where you will be working from today onwards and you blinked confused when Aone stopped right beside you just outside the site.

"Wait, don't tell me this is where you work too?!"

Aone blinked in surprise as well before nodding at you.

A wide grin spreads on your face.

"That's pretty cool! Starting from today, I'll work here as a nurse. So if you need anything just drop by anytime!"

A smile slowly made its way to his lips as he agreed and bid you farewell, both of you in going in separate directions.

Timeskip

It has been a few months after that, and your friendship with Aone grew stronger. You sit with him every morning in the train when your shift coincides and sometimes you both eat lunch together.

You got used to his silent demeanor and accepted him for who he is to which Aone is most certainly grateful for. Whenever you find him distressed, you try your best to help him in whatever you can.

And that goes for you as well. Despite his usual silent and brooding personality, Aone is very perceptive of your emotions. He knows just when you are feeling down and in his own way, tries to cheer you up which in a weird way makes your heart flutter in response.

Your coworkers are constantly teasing you with him but you only laughed it off, thinking you're not pretty enough for him plus you're chubby and really short compared to his height of 6'4.

You saw his abs one time accidentally and you almost had a nosebleed. But then and again that serves to remind you that you were far from perfect to be with him.

You slept with a heavy heart that night.

"Yn-san are you okay?"

You blinked and suddenly were brought back to reality. Aone was sitting in front of you with a concern expression on his face.

"Ah, yes I'm good. Sorry I just spaced out for a while" You laughed in embarassment as you glanced at him. His eyes were intense as he gazed at you and suddenly you felt very hopeless in your attraction towards him.

You knew Aone can never look at you the same way you does to him. Deep inside, you already admits how far you've fallen for the man and for a few months you managed to keep it bottled up inside but you don't know why your emotions are suddenly spilling out of control now.

Aone can never be yours. He will only see you as a friend and maybe you'll just end up pining for him for as long as your heart can take. You wanted him to be yours and for him to claim you as his. But despite your cheery personality, you were very much afraid to confess your feelings.

After all, its better to keep it inside and still have his friendship right? You don't know what to do if you did confess and he ended up rejecting you. Your friendship just might end and you'll forever curse yourself for not keeping your mouth shut.

A finger suddenly wipes your tears and you looked at Aone in shock and confusion.

You're crying..?

"I don't like seeing you cry, Yn-san" Aone confessed, his clear eyes conveying hurt at seeing you in this state.

Your heart twisted at his concern and it takes all of you not to rush in his arms and convey your love for him.

The place had long been vacated by people and it was just the two of you.

Soon, embarassment starts creeping in and you curse at yourself for crying in front of him.

Wiping your face clear of any tears, you were surprised when you felt yourself enclosed in a warm embrace.

A gasp escaped your lips and you gazed upwards to see Aone, looking away with a cute blush on his face as he kept you in his embrace. Your heart started beating hard, you're afraid he can feel it but that concern fades away when he began to speak.

"I.. I don't like seeing you cry Yn-san" He repeated his earlier words then continued, "You're very important to me."

By this time, both your faces had prominent blush as you waited for him to finish.

"I have fallen in love with you for these past months that we spend together. Will you give me a chance to properly continue loving you?"

His hopeful eyes gazed into your own with much sincerity that tears started streaming down your face again. You nodded repeatedly, hiding your face against his chest as you tightened your embrace on him.

"Yes, of course Aone-san. I loved you all this time as well and want to continue loving you in the future. Thank you for giving me this chance."

You gave him a teary smile and he reciprocated before kissing your forehead.

"No, I'm the one who's thankful Yn-san. You made me really happy"

Extended ending~

"Now that we're in a relationship, you can call me by my name. No need for honorifics~" You suggested, grinning at the tall man.

"Very well.. Yn" He looked away with a blush as you cheered.

"That sounds better, darling~" You teased, giggling when he turned cherry red.

You happily grin, looking forward to creating more memories with him.

End

Author's note:

Sorry for the long update. I've been busy so much. Anyways lately I've been fangirling over Aone I mean he's so huge and may look scary but is just a big teddy bear.

I read once that his current concern is that no one wants to sit beside him in a train because of his scary appearance and my heart just went awww. I think its best if I write something about him too because I notice he doesn't have much fanfics when I search for it. Hence, the creation of this one!

Anyway, let me know what you think about it! And as always take care!~ :)))

#haikyuu #haikyu #aone takanobu #aone x reader #fluff #timeskip #nurse reader #readerinsert #x reader #wholesome fanfic #anime #aone #takanobu #aone x reader fluff #aone is just a big teddy bear

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thewildomega · 3 years ago

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Broken but not Shattered Ch.2

That weekend had not gone as you hoped, not even close. Instead of enjoying a trip to Hogsmead with Severus you had spent it alone. By the time Monday came around again you didn't even have anything to look forward to. While you had gotten all your work done in Transfiguration and Herbology the past weekend as you made your way down to the dungeons for potions you felt a clenching in your chest as you entered the room and saw Severus siting in his usual spot. Remembering his words you bit your lip and looked down. Hearing Sirius call for you to come sit with him you ignored him as you just sat in the spot you had the other day.

For the remainder of the week things had continued downward. You were quickly becoming a loner and your hopes that this school may be different, that you might have a chance to make some friends was fading with every passing day. You focused on your studies and during your free time you found places around the castle and it's grounds to either draw or read. It was during one of your free times when you were working on some extra credit you had finally gotten Slughorn to give you. Sitting in the library you had just finished mixing your brew when Sirius and the rest of the gang had found you.

"Whatcha making there doll?" Sirius questioned as he moved to stand in front of the female.

Looking up from your work you sighed and tilted the book with the potion recipe in it so he could read it for himself. You really weren't in the mood for chit chat, having watched as Severus and his friend Lily walked by you not too long ago. Lily of course had spoken to you but Severus had not, if anything he completely ignored your existence. It hurt, it ached everyday when he wouldn't even spare you a glance and that angered you to no end. There was something with him and you didn't know what it was but there was this pull to talk with him, to sit, to simply be near him but apparently he didn't share those feelings. You still had no idea what you had done to earn his harsh words. Normally you weren't one to let things people said get to you but for some reason when he called you stupid it cut deep. On the plus side it made you want to prove him wrong and work harder than before, hence the extra credit to catch up.

"Amortentia... well what do yo need that for sweetheart I'm right here." he said as he stepped a bit closer to her. Seeing her eyes drop back down to the book he glanced to James and the others to see them still watching with raised brows and smirks. Licking his lips he got an idea and snatched the vial from her hands.

Trying to grab for the potion vial as he took it from you and held it out you let out a sigh and closed your eyes before turning to him. "Give it back."

"You know I can think of a few way better things you could be spending your free time doing than extra credit." Leaning forward he smiled and got close to her face. "What do you say me and you go to the Three Broomsticks, I'll buy you a butterbeer... and whatever else your little heart desires."

"No thanks. Now please give me my potion." Reaching for the vial you saw him hold it just out of your reach and grit your teeth.

"Aw come on, I'll show you a good time."

"I said no. Now give me back my potion vial."

Holding it behind his back as she hoped off the chair to stand before him he smiled down at her. "I'll give it back to you... for a kiss." he said and saw even James' eyes go wide.

Glaring daggers at the male you clenched your teeth. "What?!"

"You give me a kiss and I'll give you back your vial." he spoke in a matter of fact tone.

"Not a chance in hell." you growled. Going to try and grab you vial back you wrung his arm and pulled but he wouldn't budge. "Damnit Black just give me back my...." When you felt something get pressed over your lips your eyes went wide and froze for a second. As soon as you registered what was happening you quickly pulled away, your hands pushing out before you could think twice. Next thing you knew Black was being shoved backwards into the small desk and then you heard the sound of a loud 'thunk'. Snapping your eyes to the floor you saw your potion spilt all over the floor and your book, the small cauldron you had been brewing in knocked over. "No."

Looking to the mess he opened and closed his mouth and turned to look to the female. Just by the look on her face he knew he had messed up. "Y/n I... I'm..."

"Don't. Just leave me alone." Scrambling to grab your bag you hurried away from the embarrassing scene, shoving through the small crowd of people that had been watching. You kept your head down as you hurried to your dorm, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Both embarrassed and angry you dropped down onto your bed and waved your wand to close the curtains around you. Casting a silencing charm around you as cries started to fall from your lips you curled up on the bed, gripping the pillow to your face. Damn that Black. Not only had he stolen your first kiss from you, something that was supposed to be special but he had also ruined any chance of catching up your grade in Potions. Slughorn had told you that he would only provide you with enough ingredients to make the potion once. If you messed up that was it, you wouldn't get a second chance and now any chance you had was gone. Not to mention he had done all of that in front of other people. Sniffling you nuzzled your face into the pillow.

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Study sessions were always something he and Lily had done together. It gave them time to hang out and catch up on the weekends while also getting their work done. Today was no different, after breakfast they had made their way to the library to go study. Passing by the aisle of bookshelves he heard Lily interrupt him and stilled when he noticed she had stopped walking.

"Hey Y/n."

Snapping his eyes over to one of the far desks he saw the female sitting there, a steaming cauldron in front of her along with many books and other things. Was she making a potion?

"Oh hey Lily.... Severus."

Hearing her say his name and look to him he simply turned his head away and remained quiet.

Seeing the way Severus acted and the slightly saddened look cross Y/n's face she knit her brows before giving a small grin. "Are you practicing potions?" Lily asked the Hufflepuff and saw her nod, a tiny smile coming back on her lips.

"Extra Credit."

"Never a bad thing to have. Do you need any help?" She offered.

Tensing up he looked to his long time friend like she had grown another head.

Sharing a seconds glance with Severus she turned her head back to the female and saw her look down, her shoulders curling in slightly.

"Thank you but no."

Taking a deep breath she smiled and nodded. "We'll leave you to it then. See you later." Continuing to their normal study area she frowned at her friend. "What was that for?"

Sitting down he rose a brow and looked to her. "What?"

"She said hey to you and you just turned away. I thought the two of you were becoming friends." Hearing the male huff as he opened his book she sat down by him and knit her brows. "Well?"

"Y/n does not want us to be friends."

"Really because she sure looked hurt when you brushed her off so coldly right then."

"I am sure she was just upset I would not make her potion for her." He spoke in a gruff voice.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Rolling his eyes he met her green ones. "The only reason she sat with me is because she found out I was exceptional at potions."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Black told me. He said the only reason she gave me pretended to like me was because she heard the other students say I had the highest marks in our year." Looking back down to his book he tried to ignore the pressure in his chest that the information had caused. To say he was hurt when he found out the female that had been evading his mind constantly didn't really like him would be a lie. Even once he had found out the truth he couldn't stop the thoughts of her from barging into his head every now and again nor his eyes from lingering to her when she was near.

"Sirius told you that... and you believed him? Are you daft?" Seeing his shocked face at the insult she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You told me yourself that Y/n talked to you on her first day here. You said she was always smiling, that she wanted to have lunch with you. Tell me oh genius one, how would she know you would have potions and Divinations with her before her first day? How would she know you were so smart? She asked to sit with you after you walked her to class right?"

"Well yes but..."

"But nothing. She wanted to sit with you because she enjoyed your company. She wanted to talk to you because maybe she thought you were interesting and she thought you might want to be her friend. Her first friend in a new school I might add."

Licking his lips he raised his chin. "Well that still does not change the fact that her and Black were getting all cozy in Divinations..."

Was he? "You're jealous."

"I am not..."

"You like her." Smiling as she watched her friend's cheeks turn a shade of pink she turned more towards him when he tried to shove his nose into the book. "That's why you were so hurt by what Sirius said, that's why you got mad when you saw him flirting with her."

"Alright enough. So what if I do? We both know that when it comes down to it there is no way she is going to pick me over Black."

Knowing how much Severus doubted himself she furrowed her brows and shook her head. Opening her mouth to the sound of arguing made her close her mouth back and her brows dip.

Watching as Lily stood he sighed and quickly followed. Standing beside her he watched as Black and the rest of the idiots stood by Y/n with Black standing directly in front of her. Seeing Sirius holding something away from her as she tried to wrestle it from him he felt his eyes go wide when Black suddenly kissed her. All too soon a growl was rumbling in his chest and his teeth clenched together so hard he thought they might crack.

When she shoved him away and into the desk he saw the small cauldron she had been brewing in fell to the floor. Staring at the mother of pearl sheen to it along with the spiraling steam he tilted his head. Was that what he thought it was? All too soon the smell was filling his nose and he had to grip the bookcase as that strong delicious scent once again infuriated his mind.

"Y/n I... I'm..."

"Don't. Just leave me alone."

When he was able to free his mind from the addicting smell he shook his head to help clear his head and looked up but she was gone. Gritting his teeth when he recalled what Black had done he pulled his wand "Oppugno." he muttered. As the books came off the shelves to start hitting the four males he saw Lily look to him as they ran from the library. "They deserved it."

Moving back to their seats she rose a brow. "That sure didn't look like Y/n accepting Black's advancements to me."

Glancing up he blinked before looking back down. Feeling that pull in his chest once again he furrowed his brows in thought.

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Waking up early you decided to give it one more shot at brewing the love potion. While no you couldn't go get any of the supplies from Slughorn you could possibly find them around the castle and you still had a bit of pearl dust left as well as moonstone. Time was a big problem as it took sixteen hours to brew but since you had woken up early you hoped that if you skipped meal times and worked until late tonight you might be able to get it done. Packing your books up in your bag you grabbed your cauldron and the rest of the Pearl dust and moonstone before heading out.

Not wanting to chance being bothered again today you decided to go work out by the lake. Looking over the ingredients again bit your lip in thought. You had the moonstone and Pearl dust but you still needed Peppermint, rose thorn and Ashwinder egg. The first two would be easy enough to find but the egg was a whole other story. Glancing up to the tree branch you climbed up and placed your things in the hidden nook where the branches met to hide your things while you were gone. Climbing down you made sure they couldn't be seen before heading out to search for ingredients not noticing the person watching you from behind the rocks.

Finding some rosebushes out by the quidditch fields you carefully began breaking some of the thorns off. "Ouch." sucking on the tip of your bleeding thumb you shook it off and let out a sigh as you finished, pouring them into a small vial and stuffing it into the back pocket of your jeans. "Okay peppermint." You knew from herbology that it grew in moist areas and preferred full sun. So maybe by the lake. Walking along the shoreline you examined the leaves. "Come on. Where the hell is it...."

"Peppermint grows on the south side of the lake."

Letting out a small yelp you turned around and knit your brows a bit, he was the last person you thought would be there. Not really knowing what to say to him you licked your lips and looked down. "Thanks. Wait... how did you know I was looking for peppermint?" you questioned, looking up to his onyx eyes and tilting your head a bit.

Blinking he kept her gaze. "Your potion, the one you were making in the library yesterday it spilt. I assumed you were trying to recreate it. It was Amortenia, the ingredients are rose thorn, Moonstone powder, pearl dust, Ashwinder egg and p..peppermint."

He really was incredible. Feeling your chest warm and that strong pull you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. No, you knew how he felt about you, don't let your emotions cloud reality. "You're right. Thanks for the tip." you spoke softly before turning to go seek out the leaf.

Her smile wasn't as bright as before and she wouldn't hold his gaze long. Feeling that tugging in his chest grow stronger as she walked away he took a deep breath and followed her. "I can help you."

"Don't worry about it, wouldn't want any of my stupidity to rub off on you." That was rude but to be fair he was the one that had been a jerk in the first place. Besides it had been in the back of your mind since it had spilt from his mouth. His insult made you question yourself constantly, always wondering if you were doing something wrong. Stupid was on of the many things people labeled your rank as and you had been working your whole life to prove them wrong.

He deserved that, he knew he did but it didn't make it sting any less. He could tell his words had hurt her. Even after he had said that to her, told her to go sit with Black and Lupin she hadn't. No instead every day in potions she sat alone at the back of class. He would cast a glance her way ever now and again, even if he hadn't wanted to there was something that seemed to pull him to her. Then when he would see her sitting all alone with her head down as she took notes he would feel a small sting in his heart. Even now he felt that clenching. Never before had he had feelings like these and never before had he cared so much about someone else's.

Licking his lips he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist to make her stop. "Y/n..." When she turned towards him, those bright blue eyes looking up at him hesitantly he swallowed hard. "I am sorry for what I said to you, that I called you stupid. You're not... stupid that is, far from it."

Blinking you looked down to where his hand was still holding your wrist and then back up. "Why did you say that? Why did you think that I was sitting by you only to use you?"

Looking out over the lake he took a deep breath. "Why else would you sit by me?"

"Because I thought I was making a friend."

She answered so quickly, without hesitation. Lily had been right, she really did want to be friends with him. He didn't know if he should be happy that someone actually liked him or angry that he had possibly ruined that friendship before it coudl even start. A even mixture of both probably. "Seems I am the stupid one."

Feeling the corners of your lips turn up some you gave a shrug. "It's okay, most men are." When his eyes snapped to yours in a small glare you couldn't help but giggle.

Chuckling after a moment he felt her pull her wrist from when he had been unknowingly still holding it and start walking down the lake. Moving after her he walked beside her and helped look for the green leaf. "How many other ingredients do you need to find?"

"Just the peppermint and Ashwinder egg."

Humming he nodded slowly. "The egg is not going to be easy to get but I think I may know a way."

"I said you didn't have to help me."

"I want to. What are friends for right?" he asked with a raise of his brow and saw her look to him and grin.

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Turns out he was able to get you an egg through Professor Silvanus Kettleburn. The man who you heard about and seen glimpses of but had yet to meet was tall with silver hair and curls mustache. He seemed to only have one of his arms and half of his leg left as the rest were prosthetics. Even one eye was missing. As soon as he saw you however you stiffened when he came limping towards you with a large smile on his face.

"There is no doubt about it you are Leatha and Asher's pup aren't you.... Y/n right?!"

Shocked you nodded and gave a small smile. "Yes sir."

"HAHA I knew it. I haven't seen you since you were a wee babe. Just knew it was you though, you have your father's eyes but your ma's beauty. Asked her out once and she hexed me into next week." He laughed. Noticing the other student there he grinned. "Ah Mornin' there Mr. Snape."

"Good morning professor." he spoke.

"So what is it you need, what kind of potion you making now?"

"Ashwinder egg." You spoke up.

Raising his brows he looked between the two. "For?"

"Amortenia, it's extra credit for Professor Slughorn to help me catch up my grade since I started late." you told him.

Humming he nodded. "Alright then, come along we'll see what we can find."

Glancing to Severus you saw him tilt his head and smiled before following the professor.

"I do hope you will be taking my class at some point."

"Yes sir I have your class next semester."

"Good. Good. Tell me does your father still have the pub up and running?"

"Yes."

"Might have to stop in for a drink this summer and some of your ma's pie."

Listening in on their conversation he noted all of the things Kettleburn asked her as the Professor led them to the small hut that opened up into a massive zoo like place with all sorts of magical creatures around. He had been her times before but he couldn't help the slight pull at his lips when he saw the smile that came to Y/n's face. Watching carefully and quietly as they visited he stiffened at one point and quickly wrapped his arm around Y/n's waist to pull her away from the beast that had been lurking in the shadows. There was a bit of resistance but with the ripping of fabric he was able to yank her out of the thing's reach.

Hearing the banging of bars as well as a small gasp he turned quickly to see the young male standing with one arm wrapped around Y/n's waist and the other hand holding his wand a few feet from cage where the Quintaped was now thrashing and reaching through the bars to get to the young female. Noticing the creature's eyes glowing and it's clear desperation to get to her made him tilt his head. While yes Quintapeds were carnivorous and a right nasty bunch he had never seen it in a frenzy like this. He knew they normally hunted for their prey by smell... maybe she had been around something or... Snapping out of this thoughts when he heard the two student talking he shook his head some and grinned. "Quick thinking Mr. Snape, I fear if he would have gotten a good hold on our dear Y/n it wouldn't have been a pretty sight. Ten points to Slytherin." Casting a sleeping charm on the Quintaped he saw two of it's arms that were still reaching for the female fall to the ground as it fell into a slumber. "Now let's get you both that egg, yes?"

Looking down he blushed a bit when he realized he was still holding her close to his chest. Removing his arm he saw her turn to look up at him.

"Thank you."

Not trusting his voice he nodded and then dropped his eyes to her ripped jeans. Crouching down he looked over her leg for any injury but didn't see any although the sight of her bare skin made a warmth flood his stomach. Clenching his fist to keep from reaching out to touch her he swallowed hard and raised his wand, "Reparo."

Watching as the material of your pants mend itself back together you grinned. Keeping his eyes as he stood you breathed in and almost sighed at the scent that filled your nose. Smoke, earthy like the smell after it rained, old leather and a hint of something all it's own. You wouldn't say it was fresh but it was oddly comforting and evocative. All too soon you wanted nothing more than to envelope yourself in that scent, to be covered in it. When the pendant over your breastbone grew heavy and throbbed you closed your eyes and swiftly turned around to catch up with Professor Kettleburn.

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Sitting on the ground beneath the tree by the lake he watched as she made the potion, he had offered to help her but she said she wanted to do it but he had insisted on crushing the moonstone into a fine powder for her, knowing it was key to a successful love potion. Now as she stirred the liquid he took the time to again look over the female. She was a bit more petite than normal females, her features soft except or her eyes which he found particularly feral looking at times. As she sat cross-legged beside him he noticed how her wavy hair fell around her, how it shinned a bit in the sun. What he wouldn't give to run his fingers through it like that damn Black had done. Just the thought of him touching her, kissing her made another deep growl rumble in his chest.

"...for next semester?" Hearing a noise from beside you that sounded like a growl made the omega in you tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight and you your shoulders curl inward. Hesitantly looking beside you to where the male sat you couldn't raise your eyes to his, the submissive trait of an omega forbidding you to. You didn't understand why, why were you reacting this way to him, he was a beta. Wasn't he? Blinking and swallowing hard you stuttered out his name. "S..severus..."

It was like his mind was running wild. Images of Sirius Black pushing his lips to Y/n's, of him wrapping his arm around her, of him twirling her hair flashed through his head. He hadn't even realized he was clenching his teeth, fisting his hands or letting out a deep growl until he heard a soft voice calling his name. When he came back to he looked down and saw her curled up a bit, her eyes cast down. "I...ahem...forgive me...I didn't catch what you said..."

When he stopped making that noise you were finally able to look up to his black eyes and felt your heart pound against your ribs. "I...I asked what classes you were taking next semester."

Her voice was so soft, trembling even. Just what the hell was all of that about? Looking back to the potion he grabbed the spoon to stir it a bit. "Ah...herbology, Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy. You?"

Relaxing a bit more you took a deep breath and smiled. "Care of magical creatures, Charms, Astrology, Defense and Art."

So they had three classes together next semester. That means you will be around her more. "Art?" he questioned with a tilt of his head and saw her look back to her potion, taking over stirring and give a shrug.

"I like art, it's one of my hobbies."

He hadn't meant to make her feel like he was judging her. "You are an artist?"

Blushing you shook your head, "No...no I just draw in my free time, sometimes... at home I build things."

Smiling he heard the clock chime from school and knew it was noon. Knowing she had been out here doing this since early morning and that she didn't attend Dinner last nigh he knit his brows. Come to think of it he had noticed her skipping meals more often than not. "Would you like to go get something to eat? I can stay here and keep making the potion."

Shaking your head you gave him a smile. "No I'm good, you go ahead."

She wasn't going to eat, he didn't like that. He really didn't like that. Being hungry was something he was used to during the summer, when he was back home and had to scrounge around for food only to sometimes come up with nothing at all. Only during his time at Hogwarts did his stomach not clench painfully. So with that being said he knew what it felt like to go without and the thought of her feeling that made an extreme feeling of displeasure come over him. No. He was not having it. Standing he stared down at her when she looked up to him. "I will be back." Seeing her smile at him and nod he made his way towards the castle.

While he was gone you finished adding your ingredients and brought them to a boil. As the silvery steam began to swirl out of the cauldron you couldn't help from breathing in the comforting scent. It was something you had smelt before, yesterday you had smelt the same thing but only now did you know who it was that smelled of leather and smoke, of earth and an original musk. Just breathing it in now made your every muscle in your body relax and your heart hum.

Still confusion ate at you, he was a beta. Up until now he had shown no alpha traits. Alphas were dominant, arrogant and sometimes aggressive when pushed. They were normally of larger build and perfumed their scent around them. Severus though, well he wasn't really like that. He kinda was but he wasn't arrogant, he also wasn't outwardly aggressive. Alphas didn't normally let themselves be put down like he was so often it seemed. He was also quiet where all other alphas you knew were loud. Yes he was tall but he was skinny as well. There was also the fact that he wasn't all over you like Sirius tried to be.

Biting your lip you thought back to that growl you had heard earlier. Only alphas were able to make an omega submit with their growl. Perhaps it had just been so long since you had heard the noise? Or hell maybe it was just his that was different from other betas, he did have a deep voice as it was so maybe his growl just sounded deeper as well. That still wouldn't make sense why it had made your inner omega react the way it had though. Pulling out your pendant you looked over the black stone, was it becoming less effective? You really didn't want to have to take that suppressive potion, you didn't want to feel like that again.

"That is an interesting stone." Seeing the female startle and hearing her let out that small yelp again he rose a brow, the corner of his lip lifting just a hair. Sitting back down beside her he pulled out the beef hand pies he had wrapped in a cloth along with a silver goblet of water he charmed to not spill and a few biscuits. "Is this alright? I do not know what it is you like to eat."

Tacking the amulet back into your shirt you looked down when you noticed him laying something out between the both of you. Food? He had gotten it for you? Looking down and then up to him you felt a warming in your chest. "You didn't have to do that. I told you I was fine."

"I know you didn't eat dinner last night or breakfast this morning... you need to eat." Holding her stare he hardened his own a bit and spoke in a tone he didn't quite recognize himself. "Eat." Seeing her straighten up some and noticing her eyes go a bit wide he watched as she looked down and obediently took one of the hand pies to start nibbling on it. Blinking he raised his chin and knit his brows a bit in confusion before shrugging it off and grabbing one of the pies for himself. Hearing her mumble a small thank you he grinned and leaned back against the tree, his eyes starring out over the black lake.

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realcube · 4 years ago

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soft haikyuu!! boys with a baddie* s/o 😈

characters: yamaguchi, hinata, suga, akaashi, nishinoya & tendou

tw// swearing

*(a/n): anon requested a kinda sassy, sarcastic reader and verbatim ‘she is basically a salt bag, but she also has like some sugar’ so i simplified that down to baddie :) so the reader isn’t really a delinquent but they are a bit rough around the edges uffabvrslbv

Tadashi Yamaguchi

he definitely thinks you’re really cool and he wants to be just like you :O

bc you give off ‘bad bitch who doesn’t care about what other ppl think about them’ energy and what he would give tO HAVE THAT!!

so that’s when he knew he needed to be your friend >:)

so he was like ‘tsukki, go talk to (y/n) for me >:)’ thinking that was his first step to becoming confident pfft

luckily, god was on his side though bc the teacher rearranged the seats and you and him were sitting next to each other

hence, he got the opportunity to talk to you without it seeming too forced

you both fell for each other so hard

like he would act tough to try impress you but you preferred his natural softness while you tried to act uncharacteristically docile so you wouldn’t scare him off but he liked you for your boldness

it was a match made in heaven 💞

he eventually worked up the courage to ask you out one day and y’all have just been falling more ever since

although, that doesn’t mean yamaguchi’s forgotten one of the main reasons he wanted to be with you in the first place

‘please teach me your ways, (y/n)!’ he pleaded, his head resting on your lap so you had to cover his puppy-eyes with your phone

‘no, tadashi. firstly, you’re sweet and gentle- you’re just built like that. secondly, i don’t have any ‘ways’ to teach you!’

yamaguchi continued to pry, ‘then how are you just so effortlessly self-assured?’

‘who told you that, tadashi?’

‘no one.’ yamaguchi poked the back of your hand to get you to move it, ‘but remember that time one of the guys in our class tried to make fun of the size of your head and you told him to shut up?’

you rolled your eyes, setting your phone aside before placing a brief kiss on yamaguchi’s forehead, ‘he said he couldn’t see the board because of my ‘big head’, tadashi; that’s hardly an insult. also, what else could i have possibly said other than that?’

but then you remembered this is yamaguchi you’re talking to; if that was him, he’d probably apologise, move his head aside then cry in the bathroom or sumn.

‘i should be the one asking you why you’re so insecure. i mean, i know everyone is a little bit insecure about something but you just take it to a whole other level.’ you mused, absentmindedly massaging his scalp

yamaguchi frowned, ‘exactly! teach me how to stop being insecure.’

‘no please, no thank you?’ you inquired with a snicker, realising that your habits might of accidentally rubbed off on him

bc just a few weeks ago, he’d be thanking you for breathing the same air as him but now he didn’t even say ‘please’ when asking for a favour

gasp

‘please teach me how to be resilient, (y/n).’

you chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, ‘okay, since you’re so polite, i’ll tell you my secret - but promise not to tell anybody else!.’

‘i promise.’ yamaguchi replied without hesitation

‘okay, first thing you need to do is go to the depths of hell and find satan hims--’

yamaguchi let out a sigh as he realised that you weren’t being serious then playfully flicked your forehead away, ‘rude.’

you beamed, pressing another kiss upon his forehead, ‘i know~’

Shōyō Hinata

let’s not pretend hinata wasn’t shitting his pants when he first heard about you from kageyama

‘they called me a shitty setter the other day.’

but kageyama failed to mention the part where he cut you in line for lunch 🙄 mans had it coming

like hinata genuinely thought that if he came within a 5 foot radius of you, you’d literally come for volleyball career

plus, hinata knew he had a lot of things to be insults on (mostly, his height) so he decided to keep his distance at first

but when he actually saw you - rather than a vague description that kageyama conjured - he kinda fell head over heels

well, not only bc of your looks - he isn’t that shallow

but the same day, you dropped your purse/wallet on the walk home and ,mhsince hinata was walking behind you, he acted as any good Samaritan would; picked it up then handed it to you

then you said something along the lines of ‘thanks, shorty.’

not shawty. lord- shorty as in short with a y at the end

and whether you meant that as a dig or not was beyond him - but either way, he fkn adored it

also it doesn’t matter whether you are taller or shorter than hinata- he is still short-stuff >:)

by some miracle he managed to ask you out successfully and he’s kinda been glued to you ever since

like he wants to spend every second that he’s not at volleyball club/school with you

and if you tell him he’s being clingy, he’s going to cry-

nonono jk jk

he’d probably be a bit offended but then give you your space

also, you noticed how he was really endeared by the tad mean nicknames you gave him like ‘shorty’, ‘short stuff’ and ‘ginger’

the only ones he didn’t like was ‘boke’ or ‘dumbass’ bc it reminded him too much of kageyama + tsukishima

so you started calling him these things - teasingly - more frequently

and he loves it ngl

as long as you aren’t truly mean to him, he enjoys being called these things by you for some reason

so, his first mistake was assuming that you’d like being called these joking nicknames just as much as he does

you were helping him with english once and it’s definitely not his strong suit

same, hinata

‘look at that! you spelt all your vocabs correctly, for a change.’ you commented, peering over the desk at the paper sitting in front of him

his eyes widened and his lips curled into a hopeful smile, ‘really?!’

‘no.’ you snickered, pointing to the first word on the list. ‘your word was taxis - you wrote ‘texas’, dumbass.’

hinata let out an exasperated sigh, propping his elbow onto the table to rest his cheek on his palm

then, he had an idea ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

‘alright, stupidface, should i rewrite them?’

you gasped, furrowing your brows at what he just called you

for a moment, you thought you might’ve misheard him but upon observing his smug expression, you realised that he really did just call you a ‘stupidface’

so you burst out laughing

obviously, hinata was rather shocked at your reaction

‘hey! what’s so funny?’

‘di- di- did you just call me a ‘stupidface’?!’ you panted in-between cackles, clutching your stomach to soothe the butterflies

hinata jutted out his bottom lip and folding his arms over his chest, ‘yeah, what about it?’

‘that is so cute!- do it again!’ you demanded, enthusiastically slamming your fist against the desk

‘IT’S NOT CUTE!’ hinata barked, playfully flicking your forehead

once you caught your breath, you took hinata’s hands and looked him dead in the eyes, ‘you’re fucking adorable, shōyō.’

the hoarseness of your voice making it sound like somewhat of a threat

‘you’re adorable-er, (y/n).’

‘i know.’

Kōshi Sugawara

he admires how strong and independent you are/seem 😍

and the fact you don’t go out of your way to suck-up to ppl

he kinda wants to be like you in that sense but unlike yamaguchi, he accepts that he’s way too much of a people pleaser for that lol

so he sticks to admiring you from afar

then he musters up the courage to ask you out with some chocolate cupcakes; the same kind that you accidentally got on his blazer on the first day of second year :))

and you say yes (╯▽╰ )

also a big part of your relationship is aggressive positivity ✨😡

like if he makes a joke about looking crusty, you’ll promptly respond, ‘shut up, kōshi - you look so hot.’

or if you berate yourself for getting a poor mark on a test, suga will interrupt with no hesitation, ‘fuck off, (y/n), you’re literally so smart and hard working - you’ll probably get 100% on the next test.’

also when he’s around you he switches between canon and fanon suga rapidly

one second he’s like ‘aww, are you stressed bc of school? i’ll bake you some cookies, baby--’ then you’ll jokingly make a comment about his post-practise B.O and he’ll literally get so defensive

‘WOW I OFFER YOU SOMETHING NICE AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?! STOP BEING SO MEAN TO ME, COMING FOR MY INSECURITES LIKE THAT - I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO FOR A SHOWER ANYWAY GEEZ’ ┗|｀O′|┛

ISVBFELIAEA plz he is too much ✋

he just prides himself in smelling like ocean breeze 99% of the time so you really didn’t need to hurt his feelings like that when you caught him lackin c’mon LMAO

‘wait so are we making cookies or not?’ you inquired, stifling a snicker at his little diva moment

‘ofc we are 🥺’

he’ll probably use red icing on one of the cookies to draw a ‘>:(’ face then hand it to you, saying that he drew you

he’ll also break of bits of his own cookie and feed it to you’re doing something that requires both hands like typing, homework, dishes etc

whether you eat it from his hand happily, decline his offer or bite his fingers off is really up to you

and over time, he probably picks up on some of your traits too

especially being more straight-forward

the team will never forget the first time he was chatting about something with the vice principle and ‘sorry, but i don’t remember asking’ fell from his lips

everyone was shocked :o

tsukishima, tanaka & noya were so impressed tho

and so were you IVBEAOGVRN

‘wow, suga. you wanna be me so bad.’ you gloated, pressing your hand against your chest

‘GAEIVBSLR leave me alone.’ he growled, toiling over the apology letter he was currently writing to the vice principal

Keiji Akaashi

he wanted you to be the dark academia to his light academia pfft

it was very much love at first sight btw

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ soulmates *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

the embodiment of opposites attract

he’d write you a poem/love letter to ask you out lol

‘you’re so sappy and lame, akaashi’ you scoffed in attempt to hide the smile that was tugging at the corners of your lips as your eyes finally parted from the letter to meet his

he couldn’t help but chuckle, ‘so is that a no?’

‘-nonono!’ you shook your head rapidly, hastily correcting him, ‘it’s a yes.’

phew

honestly, he acted all nonchalant on the outside, but akaashi would’ve been devastated if you rejected him

like he constantly tried to remind himself that you would probably say no, i mean he thought you were way out of his league. plus, it didn’t seem as though you were as much of a romantic as him

but fortunately, apart of him stayed hopeful

now he was cuddled up beside you on a cold winters’ evening, casually drinking is hot cocoa as you both watched a disney movie (❤´艸｀❤)

he’s the type to not even care or retort if you call him stupid or whatever

as long as your context makes it clear that you’re joking

he’d never call you those names back though ✋

to him, you’re always gonna be ‘love’ or ‘sweetheart’

also, he’s probably equally as sarcastic as you so that’s not an issue

ngl he probably gets really insecure when you’re hesitant about PDA tho

like he just wants to hold your hand but he doesn’t want to force it upon you and make you uncomfortable 🥺

but also, perhaps you’re too embarrassed by him to kiss him in public

so please occasionally reassure him that you love him (；′⌒`) that always washes all his worries away

Yū Nishinoya

it’s literally canon that he likes ppl who show 0 interest in him (kiyoko, tsukki etc)

so it shouldn’t be surprising that he’s all over you after that one time you called him a midget

to be fair, he had it coming - he stepped on your fkn toe >:((

he does everything in his power to impress you and get you to take back what you said

‘hey, (y/n)!’ he calls out to you in the middle of the bustling lunch hall, ‘could a midget do this?!’ *backflips off the table*

or when he demanded that you come to one of his volleyball games so you could see what he’s capable of and whenever he makes a good receive, he turns to look at you in the stands and winks/ points

or when he actually studies for a test just so he can flaunt his slightly above average grade to you

‘look, (y/n), i got a 49%!’ he waves a paper in front of your face, which you stare at before lowering your gaze onto your 95%.

but ngl..he really brings out that lil’ bit of sugar in you

‘well done, noya.’ you choked out feeling your dignity slowly fade in your chest

he’s just so enthusiastic and charming how can you be mean to him 🥺

to his face, at least

as soon as he leaves you beef about him to your friends

‘he is so annoyingly bodacious - audacious! why does he feel the need to show me all of his achievements like i care??? and why does he have to be so cute while doing it???’

‘do you think you maybe have a teeny-tiny crush on him?--’

‘never.’

nishinoya probably asks you out pretty casually like ‘lemme take you bowling this saturday and i can show how good i am at that too!’ he offered with a bright, bold smile

‘sure, whatever.’

‘kay! it’s a date!’

‘wut-’ but before you could question him further, he sped off

nishinoya really likes to fluster and tease you

you’ll be sitting waiting for him at the park or whatever and he’ll swagger in and shout something like ‘how’s my gorgeous s/o doing today?! i hope you weren’t waiting for me too long!--’

then you’ll have to quickly shush him before everyone with a 7 feet radius is looking at you judgementally

he also likes to call you the most extra nicknames just to see you blush

‘good morning, my beautiful, divine, radiant god(dess) who i worship every morning of my life!~’ he sung as he waltzed into your classroom to spend lunch with you

but he only does that bc you are so dismissive of his advances lol

like if you openly adored his kisses and nicknames, he’d probably do them sparingly

oh and he calls you ‘my hunny bunny’ too - don’t ask why

Satori Tendō

you gave him your number/snap for a project and he’s one of those ppl that just assumes that y’all are friend now lol

but that wasn’t nessicarily a bad thing bc you thought he was really cool and you were happy that you still got to talk to him even after the project was over

not that you’d ever admit it tho (╹ڡ╹ )

he’d send you cursed memes at 3AM and you’d reply like ‘mood’ then he’d fall for you

you’d also have random, deep convos in the middle of the night

hence he fell for you even harder

especially bc he basically just shared his whole life story with you

he’d spill out all his insecurities to you then you’d reply like ‘ok’ then he knew he had to ask you out bc you’re the first person not to have left him on read

so he asked you to meet him in the park and you’d reply ‘no lol 🖕 ‘

then he’d just smile at his phone like ‘wow, they’re so in love with me’

he’s just so used to his friends being mean to him jokingly that he can’t even tell if you’re being serious or not

so he goes to the park at the time he put forward, and ofc you’re there even though you said no bc you didn’t want tendō to show up for nothing 🥺

he was ecstatic that you were there and he probably brought you an energy drink or lollipop then asked you out

and ofc you said yes

i mean- you had kinda developed a soft spot for the poor guy

you’d let him get away with certain things that others couldn’t around you

for instance, you’d let him borrow your pencils/pens despite usually not allowing others to get ahold of your stuff

but that was just coz like- he’s your trustworthy bf- not some random classmate who had no reason or motive to be kind enough to return your pencils

also, you’d let him cut in front of you in the lunch line and he did the same for you

oh and please bully anyone who makes fun of him 🙏

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mudflavoredmochi · 2 years ago

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Ok real shit I haven’t worked on my AU In a hot minute.

While I do draw tons of art of link and tetra for it I never actually continue forward with the lore and I do have some ideas with it but a lot of inspiration is taken from botw and I don’t wanna seem like I’m copying off of the sequel just for clout,,,,

BUt I notice the adult timeline has a l o t to do with ghost, phantoms and souls. Hence the names PHANTOM hourglass and SPIRIT tracks. And I’m a pretty big fan of the ghostey pirate shit ever since I watched dead men tell no tales, and plus the mobey dick story.

In my ORIGINAL au without linked universe, wind has the actual master sword but one little thing. I added too much lore to the Linked universe version of this au.

Ysee, after “freeing” the spirits on the island link runs into, some of them reside within the hourglass in links phantom sword. I made that so it could fit with why wind has the phantom sword since sky has the master sword with him, and sky wouldn’t like hearing about fi being at the bottom of the ocean.

The spirits give link a power boost that works like a magic meter. The attack when you hold down the B or C button in Zelda games, then bam! Spin attack! Except it’s souls from 100 years ago instead of just regular fairy magic. And also, phantom hourglass doesn’t happen in my AU! So I assumed Wind had stumbled upon that phantom sword in the island he was in as he stumbled upon a chest that had the hero of times tunic. It’s like how wild randomly finds weapons lying around.

And about the spirit meter, here’s another way this looks like I took inspo from botw 2.

This fuckin hand. Some time I thought- “why not make the spirits green? And the magic meter in game is already green anyway so why not?” But I got a lil stumped. Because that’s already an upcoming mechanic. But, it works a little differently. The green appears on wind waker links TWO hands instead of one, and his eyes turn green along with green markings on his face like the fierce deity.

This source of power is dangerous though, because the spirits have link in a “I give you power you give us your body” type of position. An unfair trade. If link USES this, they literally feed off of him and try to gain control over him and hurt everything around him, since they’re tainted with malicious intent due to unsolved turmoil from ocarina of time. The sudden flood and rip away from their daily lives have them furious! They tried to kill link because they were thinking they were gonna take revenge on Oot link for leaving them.

So using this “assistance” is a danger to link himself even though it’s extremely powerful and gets the job done. And not just that, because he keeps wielding the phantom sword, the spirits sit at the back of his head and give him visions of their history and their fear when the flood was rising. The helplessness, hopelessness, and regret in not doing everything they wanted before they died. And the fear. The voices are YELLING. and to add on top of that? Link always heard about how great Oot link was, now he’s hearing about how “””terrible””” he was from angry dead people who don’t know that the flood was completely out of anyones control except the goddesses themselves. Golden goddesses, din, nayru, and Farore btw. As if his inferiority complex with hearing how GREAT Oot link was wasnt enough. First, get compared to only how great he is and wishing to be like him, then how he was terrible for disappearing and leaving everyone to die. He almost died so many times because they thought he was HIM. And the source comes from a petty fuckin ghost of ganondorf, that just so happened to not be sealed. And this, my fellas, is exactly where he chooses to give up on reincarnation. Wind waker. At least in this lore. I would start to say that this ganon form would be one of the earliest forms of calamity ganon from 10,000 years ago, but I’m still hesitant on that. Yes, it’s my au, but I don’t exactly wanna borrow every concept just so it looks cool. So I’m stumped.

#wind waker #tloz wind waker #wind waker au #ww link #oot #tloz #linkeduniverse #phantom hourglass #spirit tracks #wind waker and ocarina of time mixed together basically #linked universe wind #lu wind

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cherienymphe · 4 years ago

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None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON(NON-CON?), AGE GAP, CHEATING(?)

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary: costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

“Okay, so it’s sort of cool that a small chunk of the Avengers gang is reunited for this movie,” the interviewer said with a chuckle.

You all joined in, in agreement. She rested her blue eyes on you.

“I know that you were a huge fan of the franchise, Y/N. I mean, over the years there have been quite a few tweets from you about the movies, ranging from…‘Spider-Man’s on team Iron-Man so therefore I am on team Iron-Man’ to ‘Scott Lang deserves the world’,” she said, reading from her phone.

Tom got a huge kick out of that first one, and you rolled your eyes. The interviewer’s eyes flickered between you two, a small smile on her lips.

“I mean, am I wrong? Does Scott Lang not deserve the world?”

She nodded with a grin.

“No, you’re right, he definitely does! I just feel like being cast in this movie and having been on the set for a little over a year must have been something like a dream come true,” she pressed.

You thought about your answer for a moment, just like your publicist advised.

“Yeah, you could say that. It’s sort of surreal going from having been kind of a casual fan of someone to interacting with them almost every day for a year,” you honestly answered.

You didn’t know if you would ever get used to interviews, no matter how private they were. You were grateful you weren’t on Jimmy Fallon or something with a live audience watching your every move, but sitting next to Tom, Anthony, Sebastian, Chris, and Tessa in a room was almost just as bad in your eyes.

“…and you’ve gotten super close with your castmates, I’d say.”

You heard Tessa clear her throat, and when you caught her eye, she gave you a look, but you didn’t understand it.

“Yeah, definitely! I love them all and they’ve easily become some of my closest friends now,” you replied, eyes meeting the interviewer’s again.

She threw you a secretive smile.

“…but you and Tom seem to hang out together more than the rest of the cast. As thick as thieves some would say,” she pressed.

Your lips parted, caught off guard, and when you caught Tessa’s eye again, you recognized the sympathetic look she was giving you. A light bulb seemed to go off in your head as you realized what she was trying to warn you against earlier, the very thing you’d unknowingly walked into. Luckily, Tom jumped in before you did.

“Well,” he started, straightening in his seat, shoulder brushing your own. “Y/N and I are the youngest members of the main cast. We don’t really have much in common with the senior citizens to my left.”

He feigned a whisper during the last part, not so discreetly pointing to his left. It had the desired effect, and you were grateful that he was trying to draw the attention away from you.

“Um,” Tessa loudly began, straightening up in her seat just as Anthony, Chris, and Sebastian all spoke up at once.

“I think what he means to say is we don’t allow the children to eat at the adult’s table,” Anthony threw in.

“Yeah, its definitely more like we exclude them, and they have no choice but to hang out together,” Sebastian joked.

“Senior citizens,” Chris scoffed, cutting his eyes at Tom.

The interviewer laughed at the turn of events, but unfortunately, she was determined to expose whatever she thought was going on between you and Tom.

“So you two are rather close then? Being alienated and all,” she chuckled.

Tom laughed, albeit a bit uncomfortably as it became clear that she wasn’t going to give up. He nudged you, gesturing for you to take the stand, having already tried to steer her in another direction.

“Well…yes, but we’re all rather close, but yeah. I would say that Tom is kind of like my best friend,” you honestly told her.

She aw’d at that, tilting her head to the side. You cut your eyes to everyone else in the room, narrowing them as it became clear that they weren’t going to help the two of you get out of this. You just knew Anthony was enjoying this…

“Just friends then? Because you two have a lot of fans, and a lot of them seem to think there’s more to the friendship, or at least, they hope there is, and honestly? Who can blame them? You two are always spotted hanging out together, going for coffee, running to Target… You’re practically joined at the hip.”

As she came outright and said it, you both wasted no time in refuting it.

“Oh, God no,” you cried, shaking your head.

“No, no, absolutely not,” Tom laughed. “Y/N and I are simply good friends. She has much better taste than I do, hence why I have to drag her to Target. Besides, we don’t have Target back home, so whenever I’m in the states, I’m going shopping there every chance I get.”

“I don’t know, I think they answered that just a little too quickly for me,” Tessa suddenly wondered aloud.

You threw her a look of betrayal as Chris added on.

“Yeah, that…that wasn’t convincing, at all,” he said in between chuckles.

You gaped at him as Tom ran his hand through his hair.

“No, Y/N and I are just friends, and nothing more. She-she has a boyfriend, anyway,” he threw out, and you playfully hit his arm.

“Tom,” you warned.

You weren’t genuinely upset that he’d let that slip, especially since you didn’t exactly care if people knew. People knowing you had a boyfriend wasn’t the cause of your apprehension. It came from certain details about your boyfriend…

“Wait, you have a boyfriend?”

Four people said several variations of this at the same time, and you cringed. Tom at least looked a bit ashamed as the interviewer watch on in amusement.

“I didn’t say any names,” he defended, hands up.

You caught Anthony’s eye and he was looking at you like you’d just hid the world’s biggest secret. Tessa looked scandalized as well, and you didn’t dare look at Chris and Sebastian.

“Wait…wait a minute,” the interviewer said, sitting up in her own chair as she looked at you two.

There was a slow smirk forming on her lips.

“So…you have a boyfriend that nobody else seems to know about…except for Tom…”

You both froze, realizing how this looked. A few chuckles reached your ears, and you exhaled.

“Okay, I know how this looks…”

“It isn’t like that, at all,” Tom reiterated. “He’s a swell chap, no, really. He’s brilliant-.”

“You’ve met him then?”

“Well, yeah-.”

“Wait, wait, wait. So how come you’ve met this ‘boyfriend’ and none of us have?” Anthony wondered.

“Yeah, this sounds like a bit of a cover,” the interviewer added.

“Not a very convincing one,” Sebastian whispered.

“Okay, okay! I know that I’m not super talkative about it, but have we all forgotten that I have a girlfriend?”

That seemed to quiet everyone down.

“…besides, her boyfriend is like forty anyway, so its definitely not me,” he laughed, realizing too late what he’d said.

“Tom!” you cried.

Both of his hands were covering his mouth, eyes wide as all hell broke loose. You blinked several times, mouth agape in shock.

“I’m sorry, what?” Tessa yelled over the others.

“Forty?”

Sebastian, Chris, and Anthony were all talking over each other, all of their questions directed at you while you just stared at Tom who stared back, pleading. He slid his hands down, teeth bared as shame filled his features, cringing.

“I’m so, so, so sorry…”

His apology was overshadowed by Sebastian.

“Forty?” he repeated.

“Tom’s exaggerating, okay? He’s more like thirty,” you quickly said, trying to ease the tension and make light of the situation.

Tom’s eyes were wide as they met yours, and you quickly looked away.

“So, the boyfriend isn’t Tom…and he’s only thirty then?” the interviewer finally spoke up when the room was finally quiet once again.

You sighed, eyes meeting Tom’s again as he looked to see what you were going to do. You thought about what your publicist would advise. You’d been a part of stan twitter once. You knew how the internet could be. They’d dig until they found out the truth, and discovering his actual age, and identity by extension, would be pretty bad for both of you. Against your better judgement, you decided to be truthful since the cat was out of the bag, hoping it’d be enough to keep people’s curiosity at bay.

“No, he’s definitely 43,” you quietly admitted.

Once again, all hell broke loose.

As soon as the interview was over, you were the first one out of the room, Tom right behind you. You could hear your name being called, and Tom pushed you along.

“Go, go, go,” he urged.

You had just made it to your dressing room when a muscular arm slid between the door and the frame as you attempted to close it.

“Anthony, not now!”

“No, no, now.”

He pushed the door open, and you denied him entrance, two familiar faces behind him. Neither him, Sebastian, or Chris looked pleased with you, and you just knew that they weren’t going to let this go…not without a fight. Tessa passed by, and you sent her a pleading look.

She heaved a sigh, slowing down before reaching out to pull them all back.

“C’mon guys. Leave the poor girl alone,” she said.

“We just want to talk,” Sebastian said.

It was a lie.

“I’m not discussing this with you,” you told them, eyes meeting Chris’. “Any of you.”

You tried to ignore his frown as you closed and locked the door. With a sigh, you dug through your purse for your phone. You texted Alex, your boyfriend, warning him of what might make it into the article. You weren’t actually upset about the turn of events, you just hated the aftermath that would ensue.

You blamed the interviewer most of all. You knew that Tom was just trying to clear the air and make it known that there wasn’t anything going on between you two. You knew how flustered he could get sometimes when he started rambling, and you also texted him to let him know that everything was fine, and you weren’t mad.

Your main concern was the trio down the hall. Tessa felt like an older sister at times, and while you wish that it had been on your terms, you weren’t opposed to talking to her about this. You knew the conversation was going to happen eventually. Anthony, Sebastian, and Chris on the other hand were a completely different matter.

You stuck your head out, glancing around before leaving the room.

Your friendship with Seb was way more casual than with the other two. You cracked jokes and hung out with all of them often, but half the time it felt like Chris and Anthony were scolding you and telling you what you could or couldn’t do. Sebastian didn’t care, and you liked that. Hence why you didn’t verbally oppose when he suddenly came out of nowhere, easily falling into stride with you.

He didn’t say anything for a while, but you knew it was coming. You bit your lip, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing that he was doing the same. He abruptly stopped, and so did you.

“Forty-three?”

You avoided his piercing gaze, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as he faced you.

“Seb…please…”

“I mean, I’m not judging, I promise,” he said, hands raised.

“Except, you are though,” you sighed, looking at him. “You’re judging, just a little bit.”

His arms fell at his sides.

“Okay, so I’m judging just a little bit, but can you blame me? The guy’s older than Anthony,” he scoffed.

You chuckled.

“Yeah, he is, but I don’t care,” you told him.

“Clearly. I’m just saying, he’s old enough to be your father,” he said.

“Well, it’s a good thing he’s not, because then that would be weird,” you threw at him, rolling your eyes.

He heaved a heavy sigh, and somehow, you got the feeling that he’d drawn the short straw on who was going to come and talk sense into you. You briefly glanced down the hall, brows furrowed. He placed his hands on your shoulders, and you hated how he was looking at you. Like you were a child doing something bad. Your jaw clenched.

“I know you’re an adult…”

You let out a humorless chuckle.

“Do you know who you sound like, right now?”

He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“At the risk of sounding like Chris…”

“You sound like Chris, that’s who you sound like.”

“…this industry can be…ruthless,” he continued.

“Don’t I know it?” you sarcastically replied.

“…and you’re still so fresh and new and there are plenty of people just looking to take advantage of someone like you and your talent and potential…”

“My boyfriend isn’t one of them, okay? He has plenty of talent on his own,” you informed him.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side, eyes narrowing.

“What his name, anyway?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you slowly sang.

“Well…what does he do?”

“Again, none of your business.”

“How did you meet? How long have you been seeing him? Something, anything! Anything at all?”

You pursed your lips before releasing a soft sigh.

“We’ve been seeing each other for about 7 months now,” you admitted.

His eyes almost bugged out of his head, lips parting.

“7 months?”

You pulled away from him, the day finally getting to you.

“Look, Seb, I have to go. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you guys, but to be honest, this was the main reason why, so…”

You paused, facing him again.

“Please, tell Chris and Anthony not to worry, okay? I know they’re freaking the fuck out and probably sent you on their behalf. I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” you called over your shoulder as you exited the building.

When you got home, there was a slew of text messages awaiting you. Most were from Anthony, and you answered all of them as best as you could. He was just worried, and you definitely understood that, but he was freaking out more than your own mother had when you told her about Alex.

“It just…took me by surprise,” was the first thing he said when he picked up the phone.

“I know, I know,” you sighed, browsing your fridge for something to eat. “I was always going to tell you guys if it ever got more serious.”

“More serious?” he scoffed. “Seb said you guys have been dating for 7 months.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We clearly have different definitions of a serious relationship,” you mumbled.

“It’s just concerning, alright? If my kid was dating someone 20 years older than them, I’d be rightfully concerned,” he defended. “Especially considering I’ve never met this man and don’t know anything about him.”

“Look at the word you just used: kid. That is something I am not,” you said, slamming your fridge shut. “…and there’s no need to meet him.”

“I disagree.”

“That’s fine,” you tersely replied.

You heard him exhale on the other end, a tense silence falling between you two. You were being a little harsh, you knew that, especially considering Anthony always treated you like family, but you needed to make him, all of them, understand that you were an adult who could make her own decisions. They had no say in this.

“…you heard from Chris?” he eventually asked.

“No, actually, and that’s a little worrisome, I’m not going to lie,” you honestly added, running your eyes over your wine collection.

“Yeah, well, he’s not happy,” Anthony told you.

“If he’s going to pout about this like my personal dating choices offended him or something, then he can suck my ass.”

A laugh met you from the other end, a genuine laugh, and you cracked a smile.

“He’ll come around. You know how much you mean to him,” he finally said after he calmed down.

You did know. Chris was one of the first people to talk to you on set, trying to make you feel more comfortable. It was your first big movie, your first time starring with household names, with people that had way more experience than you. He got you to laugh on your first day and even dragged you over to meet everyone else. He’d taken you under his wing…

Your heart clenched as you thought about how he must feel. It was your business, sure, but you couldn’t pretend like you didn’t feel guilty. You felt even worse once you thought about the fact that you’d told Tom and not him, but Tom didn’t judge you. Tom didn’t treat you like some kid who didn’t know any better half the time.

“I’ll text him,” you told Anthony. “See if I can get him to accept my white flag…”

“You do that. See you tomorrow, kiddo.”

You texted Chris as soon as you hung up, and as the night wore on, your worry grew. You found yourself periodically checking your phone for any type of response, but you got nothing. Alex called though and talked with you until you fell asleep. He was overseas, filming in his home country at the moment, but he called you every day.

He wasn’t bothered at all by what might be in the article, only making sure that you were okay.

“Yeah…I’m okay,” you quietly replied.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound it,” he quietly replied, deep voice gruff.

You frowned before turning to look at your clock.

“Isn’t it like…3 in the morning over there?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” he lightly said, ignoring your own.

You sighed.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just…there was a reason I didn’t want to tell everyone, and some people are proving me right…”

“They’ll come around,” he assured.

“You know Seb isn’t the type to care too much, but even he was more judgmental than I expected. Anthony is slowly coming around, but Chris… He’s not answering any of my texts.”

He was quiet for a while before finally responding.

“Maybe that’s for the best.”

You frowned again, sitting up in bed.

“What do you mean?”

“He is a bit…overprotective of you, isn’t he? I know he just gets concerned, but sometimes he acts like he’s your father and…he’s not. He shouldn’t have any say in what you do,” he elaborated.

You rubbed your eyes.

“I know what you’re saying is true because I’ve thought it myself, but for some reason it sounds harsh coming from your lips,” you groaned.

He chuckled.

“I don’t mean for it to, I promise. I just mean that maybe this will force him to lighten up a bit and realize that there are boundaries and lines he shouldn’t cross…”

You blinked.

“Huh. You might be onto something,” you admitted. “I know he thinks I’m such a child sometimes. Maybe this will make him wake up.”

You didn’t stay on the phone for much longer, and your heart sank when you hung up only to see no new notifications. Was Chris ignoring you? With a huff, you plugged your phone up and settled into bed.

You sipped on the coffee Tom had gotten you on the way here, leaning against the wall as you watched Chris and Anthony talk to the interviewer. This one preferred to talk to a few of you at a time, and considering the disaster that happened a week ago, you quite liked that.

That pushy girl had indeed included the bit about your love life in the article. Fortunately, it was tastefully done, only mentioning it in passing, but she had included that the rest of the cast, sans Tom, had been none the wiser. You hadn’t checked to see what people were saying about it. It wasn’t their opinions that mattered to you.

Chris hadn’t talked to you since, ignoring every one of your messages. Eventually, you gave up, deciding that he’d talk to you whenever he was ready. At first you were angry once you realized what he was doing, but eventually you became more understanding. He was probably more hurt than anything that you hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him.

You perked up when you heard the mention of your name.

“So, word on the street is that Y/N does indeed have a beau and it’s not Tom Holland…” he started.

Chris and Anthony chuckled, but you could tell it was forced.

“Yeah, man, I don’t think anyone was more shocked about that one than their fans,” he laughed. “…but we all know they’re just good friends. It was a nice running joke for a while though.”

Chris didn’t say anything, and the interviewer continued.

“Speaking of shocked, is it true that the rest of you guys were completely in the dark about it? I read that the ball was actually dropped during the interview. I mean, how awkward that must’ve been…”

Chris exhaled.

“Yeah…it was definitely something. It made my day though.”

Your jaw ticked as you realized that he was putting on a front.

“…and is it true that he’s 43? I mean, I’ll definitely ask Y/N this later on-.”

“Then it’d probably be best if she answered that,” Anthony interrupted, and you mentally thanked him.

“Well…the secret’s out, right?” Chris laughed, and you frowned. “Yeah, she says he’s 43.”

Your frown deepened.

“That’d be like dating one of you guys, I’d imagine, but at least it’ll be easy for him to get on well with you guys. You all are rather close with Y/N, so that must be of some importance to her,” the interviewer replied.

“I don’t know about that one considering we found out with the rest of the world,” Chris joked, but you saw right through it. “I suppose it’s a good thing we didn’t know though because…”

He suddenly trailed off, letting out a low ‘whew’. He shook his head.

“No. I never would have allowed it.”

Your jaw dropped, staring at him like he’d grown a second head as the words registered within your mind. You didn’t even hear the rest of what was said as you backed up. You almost bumped into Tessa, and she steadied you.

“Woah,” she said. “You okay?”

“No, actually,” you slowly replied, turning to face her. “I’m not.”

You found that it was true. Your stomach churned and you felt like you were going to vomit any moment. The audacity of him!

“I…I have to go,” you told her.

You let your publicist know that you were feeling ill, and you waved bye to Tom on the way out, his brows furrowed in confusion as he hesitantly waved back. You fought tears the entire way to your apartment, shaking your head in disbelief. Never mind the fact that Chris has said that, but the fact that he’d confidently said it in front of other people.

“Never would have allowed it?” you mumbled to yourself.

You were gripping the wheel so hard you were sure it would break. As you furiously got out of your car, you thought to yourself that you didn’t even care if he texted you back or not. You weren’t in the mood to even look at his face, let alone talk to him.

After you showered and poured yourself a glass of wine, you curled up on your couch, staring at the tv…but not watching it. Chris’ words kept replaying, and you wondered how he could even fix his mouth to say such a thing. He wasn’t your father! There wasn’t a damn thing in the world he could forbid you to do.

And before you knew it, you had downed two more glasses and that was exactly what you were texting him. You were certain your thumbs would crack the screen with how furiously you were typing. When you were done, you turned your phone off, slamming it on the table as you returned your gaze to the tv.

It was hours later when you heard a knock on your door. You briefly wondered who it was, but you had suspicions that it was probably Tom. You’d left in such a hurry, and your phone was off, so he was probably coming to check on you. With a buzz coursing through your veins, you pulled the door open, only for your face to drop when your eyes connected with blue ones…not brown.

He didn’t exactly look thrilled to see you either, and you were certain that your face was no different. You pursed your lips, going through a pros and cons checklist of letting him in before scoffing. You swung the door open wider before turning your back on him. You heard him close it, his feet following yours into the kitchen.

You didn’t spare him a glance as you poured yourself another glass, taking up residence on the other side of the small island. Eventually, when he didn’t say anything, you looked up at him, a frown on your face.

“Are you actually going to say something? Or just stand there and stare at me?”

Chris heaved a sigh, resting one hand on the counter while the other found a home on his hip. He stared you down, jaw ticking beneath his beard.

“You’re upset with me…”

“I wonder what makes you think that?” you mumbled into your glass.

“…but I’m upset with you too.”

“Yeah, well, at least my anger is valid,” you spat.

“…and mine isn’t?” he threw back.

You huffed, glancing away from him.

“If you’re upset that I didn’t tell you, then I’m sorry. I mean that. I don’t want you to think I don’t trust you or anything, but you have to understand why I didn’t say anything. Look at how you’re reacting,” you said, gesturing to him.

His nostrils flared.

“What does a man like that have in common with someone like you anyway?”

You jutted out your hip, resting your hand on it as you stared him down.

“Someone could easily ask you the same thing. What, I can be friends with you, Anthony, and Sebastian despite the age difference, but I can’t date someone who’s the same age as you?”

“It’s a bit different. We are your friends, we look out for you, we are not trying to…”

He swallowed his words, seeming like he couldn’t even bear to say it. You smirked at him.

“So I can choose my friends, but I can’t choose who I fuck?”

He glared at you.

“I mean…that is what you’re saying, right?”

“You can choose someone who’s acceptable…”

“…and who are you to say he’s not acceptable?” you demanded, offended on Alex’s behalf. “You don’t even know him.”

He made himself at home, taking a seat as he stared at you, hands folded on the counter.

“So tell me about him then…”

You heaved a long sigh, leaning against the sink as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“He’s…sweet,” you started, pressing your hands to your eyes. “Oh my God, he’s so sweet, Chris. You’d get along great with him. He’s funny, he loves dogs, and he has the biggest and kindest family you’ll ever meet. He’s filming overseas, right now-.”

“So he’s an actor,” Chris interrupted, sounding displeased.

“Yes. He calls me every night…,” you trailed off, suddenly uncomfortable.

“You told Anthony that it wasn’t serious…”

You looked down.

“I really like him, okay? That’s why I don’t care what you guys think. I’m not breaking up with him just because you don’t approve,” you said, eyes meeting his again. “You’re not my father, and you can’t tell me what to do.”

“No, I’m not your father, and I’m sure as hell glad for that, but someone definitely needs to be…”

“Screw you, Chris,” you murmured.

He glared at you, and you fought back tears, surprised at how much this was hurting your feelings.

“I don’t understand why you’re so mad about this! Why are you treating me like I can’t make my own decisions?”

“Because I think you’re making bad ones,” he answered, rising and heading towards the door.

You balled your hands into fists as he made his way out.

You spun away from Tessa, a thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin. Today was the last day of filming, and the crew members were hosting a party. You’d almost let Chris’ sour attitude ruin it for you, but Tessa convinced you to come.

She’d arrived at your apartment early in the morning, fed up with your sulking. You told her about your argument with Chris, and she listened while you ranted about his behavior. You talked with her about Alex too, eager to tell her everything. Talking to Tom about him was nice and all, but it was different with Tessa.

She comprehended why you had never said anything about your relationship, far more understanding than Chris or even Anthony had been. She made you feel a lot better about the whole situation and assured you that Chris would get over it. He hadn’t spoken to you the entire time you’d been here, so you didn’t know about that.

It pained you to think that your friendship with him could end just like that over something so insignificant as to who you were dating, something that didn’t affect his life in the slightest. You stumbled away from Tessa, realizing that you’d had more to drink than you thought. You touched her arm.

“Hey, I’m gonna head inside. Try to rest my nerves for a bit…”

“Okay,” she said. “Hurry back when you feel better.”

“K.”

You trudged your way inside of the huge house, heading straight for the kitchen. You filled a glass with water from the sink, emptying it in no time. You were ready to go for another when movement from your left caught your eye.

You looked over your shoulder, pausing when your gaze connected with that of Chris’. He didn’t look like he was having fun, and your shoulders sagged.

“Can we talk for a minute?”

You eyed him, almost sadly, before swallowing. You nodded, forgetting the glass of water and opting to follow him instead. You stumbled a few times, alcohol coursing through your system, but thankfully Chris didn’t notice.

You followed him into a guest bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as he turned on the light. He was dressed plainly in jeans and a dark tee, a darker cardigan hugging his arms and shoulders. He rested his hands on his hips in that Captain America way you often teased him about, and you fought a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually breathed.

You blinked at him, the alcohol making it hard to process what he said.

“You’re…sorry?”

Your voice was small and unsure, and his face crumbled as he moved to sit beside you.

“You’re right. I can’t tell you who you can or can’t date. I shouldn’t have said what I said in that interview,” he admitted.

You let out a soft chuckle.

“No…you shouldn’t have. I was so…embarrassed when you said that Chris,” you said, looking at him.

“I know,” he whispered. “I don’t want to make you feel that way. I thought I was upset because you hid it from me, but…”

You eyed him, waiting for him to continue. His gaze met yours.

“I don’t have any rights to your dating life, but…I want to,” he slowly replied.

You frowned at him, and he continued.

“I care about you…”

“I know. I care about you too,” you told him in the quiet room.

“I’m attracted to you, Y/N,” he confessed, making your eyes widen. “I always have been.”

Your lips parted, surprise and confusion filling you.

“I told myself from the beginning that my feelings were innocent, that I was just looking out for you. I convinced myself that my anger at your relationship came from a place of concern…but that isn’t true.”

“Chris…”

“Somewhere down the line, in the back of my mind, I had accepted that anything between us would be inappropriate. That you’d be repulsed…and then, come to find out, your boyfriend is even older than me.”

He chuckled, finding some warped humor in it all.

“I felt cheated. I felt like that could be me…like that should be me…”

You didn’t know what to say. You’d have to be blind to deny that Chris was handsome. He was one of the most sought-after men in America, but your feelings had been fleeting…shallow. You thought Anthony and Sebastian and Tom were handsome too, but in an appreciative sort of way. That was how you saw Chris too.

“I’m…with Alex. You know that…”

He took your hands, scooting closer.

“…but could that have been me? Tell me the truth,” he pleaded.

“I…I don’t know-.”

“I think you do. I think you thought like I thought and pushed any desires out of your mind.”

Your mind was fuzzy, too much alcohol in your system to fully process this conversation. You moved to stand, but he held you in place.

“Chris, I think I should go…”

You trailed off when his lips met yours, and you jerked back, eyes wide.

“I have a boyfriend, you know that…”

“You haven’t answered my question,” he told you.

“I…I don’t know! But it doesn’t matter because I am with someone!”

“…and that someone could have been me.”

“But it’s not, so-.”

He kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you. You reached in between your bodies, pressing the palms of your hands against his chest. He moved back, but he brought you with him. He rolled you over until you were beneath him, and you made a noise of protest deep in your throat.

“Chris,” you mumbled into his lips, pushing against him again.

He was smooth in reaching under your dress to take hold of your underwear, pulling them down your legs with ease. You opened your mouth to protest again, but all that came out was a gasp when his hand slid between your thighs.

You shook in his arms as he played between your legs, fingers ghosting over you and prodding you until he was able to slide them into your soaking lips. A choked moan climbed out of your throat, and he hummed as his lips trailed down your chin, peppering kisses along your neck.

Your body felt light, limbs numb as you heard him fooling around with his pants, the sound of his zipper deafening in the quiet room. You knew what was about to happen. Your brain was screaming at you, but you couldn’t move. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or shock, but you were powerless to stop him.

You reached out to place your hands on his when he parted your legs, and you didn’t know if it was to pull his hands away…or not. You caught a glimpse of him as he settled between your legs, stomach sinking as you blinked at the sight of him…bare…for you.

“Chris,” you mumbled, unsure of what you were going to say.

It didn’t matter, anyway. His lips were covering yours as he pressed the head of his cock against your folds, prodding and prolonging the inevitable. You thought about Alex, and that sobered you up a bit, but it was too late.

You threw your head back against the mattress, nails digging into Chris’ hands as he thrust inside of you. The noise that escaped him was orgasmic, the deep sound causing you to clench around his length. He hissed at that before completely leaning over you, forearms pressed into the mattress beside your head as he started to move.

Shallow breaths left your lips as he pumped into you, the squelching sound of his retreat and entry reaching your ears. Your eyes were unfocused, hands coming up to rest on his sides as you started to moan. He joined you, bending his head to kiss you again and again.

There were odd brief moments at the start of filming where you idly wondered what it would be like to kiss Chris. You never imagined that you’d find out for sure. Then when you and Alex happened, you’d left those girlish and embarrassing fantasies behind. His lips were soft and sweet with the taste of whatever drink he’d had, and he moved them over yours with so much expertise it made your head spin.

“That feel good?” he breathlessly wondered, jerking his hips into yours.

You gave a shaky nod.

“U-uh-huh,” you gasped, clenching around him.

“God, you’re so beautiful… You know that?” he mumbled, kissing you again.

Your toes flexed, stomach clenching as well.

“I thought about you all last night,” he quietly professed. “I thought about your lips and these fucking thighs and how it’d feel to be in between them…”

“Chris,” you whined.

“You’re so tight,” he hissed in your ear. “Tighter than I’d imagined you’d be.”

One of your hands traveled to his back, bunching up his shirt and sweater.

“Chris,” you gasped, breath hitching. “Chris, I think…”

Your words died on your tongue as you moaned, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer. He groaned against your skin, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“You gonna come for me?”

You gave a jerky nod, tightening your grip on him. He hissed when you clenched around him again, blue eyes boring into your own.

“Yeah? You’re fucking choking my cock. A greedy little thing,” he murmured, never taking his eyes off of yours. “Come on, baby. Show me what I do to you…”

You shook in his arms as your climax rushed over you, legs trembling and eyes rolling as you clenched around him again and again. He wasn’t done, fucking you through it until you were an incoherent mess beneath him.

You never did rejoin Tessa on the dance floor.

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Hey if you don’t mind could you write just a big fluffy Grog piece where I’m at right now I need me some Goliath cuddles 🖤🤍🖤🤍

Hope this turned out to your liking! 😘

There you are seated at your desk bend over stacks of books and paper scribbling as you go. You’ve been at this for more hours than you can count but you need to get this done. For your own sake because you don’t think you can handle another sleepless night just stuck thinking about this. Best to just get it over with. You’re hyper focused, driven by a lack of sleep. Everything around you as faded into the abyss, the scribbling of pen on paper drowning out the sounds of the world you. If no one comes to fetch you you’ll forget about breakfast, lunch, dinner, what time is it again? Nevermind. You’re almost done. Keep going!

Grog paces back and forth your door at the end of the hallway, book in one hand crumpled piece of paper encasing a feather quill that’s seen much better days. He takes a step closer in the direction of your chambers but refrains from taking another and goes back to pacing. He doesn’t want to disturb you. He knows you’re working on something important but you’ve been cooped up in your chambers for two days now and you haven’t come out to eat anything since lunch the day before. Two days is a long time to go without food and you surely haven’t had any Strongjaw Ale. He doesn’t know how you cope without.

“Hey big guy. Still hasn’t left the room?” Vax comes out of nowhere trying to jump scare the barbarian. Grog, although scared won’t admit it and play like it hadn’t affected him at all. Though, a keen ear could hear the grip on the quill tighten and crack. Unlucky for him Vax’ildan has keen ears. It doesn’t take a genius Vax worries for you too. It’s not healthy behaviour and you desperately need to eat something.

“Why don’t you go get something from the kitchen and bring them some food?” Vax had seen Grog’s pacing and moment of hesitation. He knows better than to play into his affections for you or whatever he’s doing with a book and piece of parchment filled with squiggly lines resembling letters.

“Yes. That is a good idea, I came up with myself but since you mention it, I think we are in agreement.” Grog holds his nose high. He should have thought of that himself but the half elf doesn’t know that, does he? Vax pats his arm. Totally pulled that off!

“Excuse me while I go get some food.” Grog excuses himself with the same attitude of a genius. Or at least a genius in his opinion. If he acts like this is his interpretation of a genius then what does he think you are? Vax doesn’t want to know and instead lets the goliath fetch you some much needed food.

Book and quill sticking out of his pocket, cask of ale under one arm and carrying a plate with a variety of things; mostly meats and things he’d actually seen you enjoy and knows you like. See? He can be a good listener! Grog approaches your door. Now how is he gonna knock? He knows you hate it when people just storm into your room. His arms are full. He’s got legs though. But what if he spills the ale? He’ll just gently bump into the door with his shoulder. Keyword; gently.

You hear a muffled knock on your door but you almost have this equation right! Just a little more. The knock returns a bit louder this time. You can’t snap out of it now! Almost! Another even louder knock more akin to something or someone slamming into your door. Ha! Success! You jump from your seat but are unsure if it’s because of your successful completion of your endeavour or because of the hulking goliath tumbling into your chambers.

Grog shoulder checks the door one more time and yes he’ll admit he might have been a tiny bit too rough as the door bursts open, he falls through. He allows the cask of ale to roll from his grasp and decides to save the plate of food. There you are jumping up from your seat nearly spilling a half drunken goblet but you too save it from spilling. You make eye contact with Grog and you burst out in laughter at the goliath quite literally presenting you a meal on his knees face inches away from the floor preventing a disaster.

“I brought you some food.” Grog states as he slowly gets up. He doesn’t dare look up at you yet both embarrassed and fearing he may have disturbed your work. When you walk around your desk over to him you take the tray from his hands. You nudge his arm, a thing you do to ask him to lean down a little, and when he does kiss his cheek. Immediately the worry disappears and the happy giddy Grog returns. He picks up the cask of ale as you guide him along to your desk and begin to clear the area to make space for the meal Grog brought.

Inspecting the contents presented on the fancy if not oversized platter, you notice they mainly contain meats which leaves you to think dinner but the waffles and fruits throw you off a little. Is this breakfast, lunch or dinner? You don’t know what to think. Grog takes one of the cups, the normal sized one first and fills it with ale presenting it to you. You accept it with a thank you pulling over a seat he could comfortably sit in.

You enjoy your meal, Grog having brought enough you tell him you’re not eating all of this alone so he better join in. You know he’d been eying that chicken, practically drooling. Grog fills you in on all the things you’ve missed in your uninterrupted work days. He may hype up some parts and underrate others, not mention some important things because he thinks they’re unimportant but you appreciate it nonetheless and enjoy the conversation. Grog gets more excited and loves every laugh and response you give hence him exaggerating some things knowing they’ll make you laugh.

Grog had forgotten the book, quill and parchment in his pocket until he adjusted his seating to be more comfortable and heard something creak, or more like crack and something tickle his bare stomach. He suppresses a giggle and you notice. Grog tries to move so the feather can’t tickle him but in doing so he makes it worse; the more he moves the more it tickles his side.

“Grog, is there something you need to share?” You question giving the goliath an opportunity to come clean about what the hell is up with him. You’re half suspecting some kind of prank from Vax or Scanlan to be the cause of this but you must admit you’re surprised when he pulls out a broken quill, crumpled piece of parchment and a book and puts them on the table. Grog looks down hiding his face from you as much as he can. You’re unsure if he’s embarrassed or nervous.

You grab the parchment and begin unfolding it. Grog squeaks quickly pressing his fingers to his lips. You give him a look. Eyes fall upon the parchment and you notice the top half as dwarvish while the second half is common. The lettering isn’t the neatest but it’s readable and has seen some practice. On the back you see everyone’s names written out, most misspelled but it’s clear they’re your names. There’s little drawings with each name some a bit juvenile to where you entertain the thought he might have drawn some inspiration from your satire ‘satyr’ friend… They are actually quite funny.

“Did you do this?” You ask as Grog is midway through eating his own fist in suspense.

“Yes.” It’s the tiniest squeak possible. You don’t know how that sound came out of the goliath’s mouth. You turn it over and return to the writing giving it a closer look.

“It says ‘can you teach me how to read please.’” Grog says awaiting your response.

“Why the sudden interest? I know Pike’s been working on dwarvish with you. Don’t you like her teachings?”

“No. I do. I just…. I’d like to… I want to read this.” Grog grabs the book and you read the title. It’s your favourite. It’s not an obscure story no one’s ever read. It’s a common fairytale collection you grew up with. No matter the age, everyone loves these stories, if anything they grow more interesting with age and the ability to comprehend them better.

“I like you and you like books so maybe if I got better at reading I could help you and you won’t have to spend your time alone working.” Grog admits and it makes your heart melt. You know how hard it is for Grog to read and write and to know he wants to learn more for you, is too much to bear. It makes you a bit emotional. You get up and walk around the desk engulfing the goliath in the biggest hug possible.

“Of course I’ll teach you, Grog. I’d love nothing more.” Happily his arms wrap around you and pull you even closer to where you’re lifted off your feet. You know this is a sign of happiness from the man.

“Really?” He chirps and you nod giving him a kiss to his cheek.

“Of course.” You smile. Grog releases you but sits you down on his lap grabbing the book.

“Can we start now?” He’s excited flipping to a random page in the book. He’s very glad there’s pictures in this one too. You begin explaining the fundamentals of the story hoping that context will make it easier for him to understand. Reading word for word is one thing so you try to make it easier so he doesn’t have to focus on deciphering what he’s reading about just yet and focus on the words.

It takes a good amount of time but you get through the first page. Grog’s aware you could have finished the whole book by the time he finished the first page but you don’t mind and are enjoying teaching him. The smile and kiss you give him ever time he finishes a paragraph makes him feel giddy on the inside. He knows you notice and makes you vow to never tell the others.

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