#i'm sure i'm missing at least this many more but i'm just trying to enjoy these two while they're lasting

[jyn-ehrso]

Dedra Meero and Syril Karn being domestic: a compilation

Andor S02E02 "Sagrona Teema" + S02E03 "Harvest"

[disdaidal]

Sometimes I really kind of envy you native English speakers who make writing and posting fics seem so fucking easy. With near perfect grammar and hardly any typos. Or those of you who are capable of writing & updating your fics whenever the muse hits you just right... and not like, once in six months. Actually, try two years lol.

Whereas me, a non-native speaker, who occasionally struggles even with basic English grammar:

I'm fine. Totally.

[celtrist]

This was the piece that I had started before my extensive vacation (of coughing). Once again, Alastor is consistently the bane of my existence with his... well everything.

No matter! Anyway, this is something I like to call the Obsession AU. To sum it up real fast: Everyone is yandere for Alastor. I think it would just be apart of his punishment in Hell, being consistently forced into or desired in romantic/sex which he's never had much interest in. I would describe it as a dark comedy thing, but it can be as comedic or as dark as you want here. With that said, please be on guard with any mentions of darker content that treds towards a certain dead bird territory when I get a bit into how I imagine some of the characters. Again, it doesn't have to go that far if you're interested in this premise of an au and wanna focus on the more light hearted stuff, feel free.

This au is just poking a bit of fun at how everyone in the fandom wants to put Alastor in romantic situations constantly (whether it be with themselves or the other characters) despite Alastor probably being the least interested in the subject in the whole show. This is by no means a hate train or making fun of people who do enjoy shipping Alastor, it just more of a funny thing I think comes off as pretty ironic for his character and hopefully, others can enjoy that too. In this au he leans pretty much on the clear-cut side of aromantic and asexual with no interest in romantic affections at all. With that said, if you want to explore Alastor genuinely being interested in one of the other characters romantically or something similar, feel free to explore that! I can see some interesting dichotomies there. It's just within the actual "canon" of this au, he's not at all interested with that sort of thing. And just with a last final reminder to get into some character things I have in mind, some of the content mentioned does get pretty dark, particularly with Valentino but I don't think anyone's surprised there. But there might be some triggering content of the following mentioned here with characters but no crazy details really: Manipulation/Gaslighting, forced feminization, Non-con, Munchausen syndrome, Poisoning, Possessive, Drugging, Love bombing And I will be sure to give a quick warning to each character it might apply to, please feel free to let me know if I missed anything!

Rosie (Munchausen syndrome, Poisoning): Rosie has 100% poisoned Alastor before to make sure he relies on her. They started off as good friends but at some point Alastor began getting ill and Rosie offered to take care of him. This leads to Alastor staying in bed for full days, only really seeing Rosie who took care of his every need from food, clothing, washing, and so on. At some point, Alastor caught on that Rosie was putting something in his food to make him sick and he managed to escape with their friendship tarnished much to his dismay. He's often uneasy around Rosie but is upfront about his knowledge of Rosie's deeds. Rosie, in turn, acts like it is a lighthearted situation and often offers Alastor over for lunch, which he often denies. Any food he gets at his doorstep from a secret admirer or a lunchbox he finds at his seat in an overlord meeting goes straight into the trash. Alastor will still use Rosie's assets to his benefit of course, but is always careful as to what she might try to get in exchange. He has had more awkward lunches with her with his homemade meal versus the buffet she catered for the occasion, with the two gossiping like old times. Alastor is still uneasy during these times, but he also revels in the false pleasantries due to not having many others he's able to associate himself with due to the curse.

Lucifer (Controlling, Possessive, Manipulation): So I'm not 100% clear how I wanted to approach Lucifer. He and Charlie are probably the most similar I suppose? He wants Alastor as his queen (either alongside him and Lilith or only with him, he doesn't mind either way). He doesn't force him into dresses or anything, but Lucifer does consistently make doting moves and talks about how Alastor would make a good father to their children. Marriage is one of the mind and Lucifer probably gets a bit possessive with him. He also tries to guilt trip Alastor a lot, or manipulate situations in one of their arguments to get Alastor to say something he doesn't mean.

Charlie (Controlling, Possessive): Probably the most tame of everyone quite honestly. Charlie can be a bit controlling but does step off when Alastor expresses his dislike of her doing so, even if it takes a couple times. She likes doing things for him, is super affectionate, and daydreams about her, Vaggie, and Alastor all getting married. She can get pretty possessive with him, not being pleased when anybody does anything against Alastor's will or hurt him. The only exception to this rule is Vaggie, to which Charlie sees it like two cats getting along and finds it very endearing.

Vaggie (Forced Feminization, Controlling, Murder): Depending on how you look at it, Vaggie's one of the more fucked up obsessions or one of the more funnier ones. Because she's automatically inclined to like Alastor quite a bit with the curse thing but her personality doesn't jive with his for her own taste (in terms of their first meeting), she both hates and loves the guy. She's obsessed with trying to murder Alastor with traps around the hotel or outright standing over him with her spear. The hatred comes primarily from not wanting to feel the way she does about him, I guess like a fucked up tsundere if you wanna go that route. At the same token, however, she does want Alastor to be involved with both her and Charlie romantically. There's just one little problem: Vaggie has about the same amount of interest in men as she does in canon. So to sort of "fix" Alastor, she consistently tries to force him to be more feminine in clothing, offering different feminine names, and even trying to force him to get a sex change. Alastor is pretty slippery though, so it never quite works out in Vaggie's favor aside from the occasional dress or skirt being worn, which solidifies her attraction to him. Then he takes it off and looks more like a man again, and it solidifies her frustration/hatred for him.

Angel Dust (Drugging): To start, while I think Angel would love to have sex with Alastor, he 100% would not force it. Wouldn't even do touches or anything. Potentially he could just like as a coping (to be in a situation where HE'S the one in control), but that is a darker route that I don't think will be exactly true for this AU. However, he very much enjoys drugging Alastor similar to Rosie. Not only just as a bonding thing since Angel would also do the drugs WITH him, but just to get the not-quite-lucid compliments from Alastor and maybe a snuggle then and there. He wants to dote on Alastor with him drugged out in his bed saying nice things to Angel. Admittedly this one's a bit of a workshop as I just knew I didn't want Angel to be focused on sex like somebody, but wasn't sure what to do here.

Valentino(Non-con, LoveBombing): I mean... it is Valentino, what did you THINK he'd be trying to do with Alastor? There's really not much to say here, Valentino essentially tries pulling all the stops trying to get Alastor in bed while also love-bombing the hell out of him. Which really doesn't work. Valentino is pretty open with sharing Alastor, but again, does this surprise anyone? As long as he's participating in some way, he really doesn't mind.

Vox (ALL warnings): Pretty much the worst version of himself that people make him be sometimes for those darker stories in the fandom. While more interested in having an enthusiastic partner, I don't think Vox would be opposed to forcing himself onto Alastor. He consistently tries to manipulate and gaslight, while enjoying both the suffering and pleasure of Alastor. Much like Vaggie, Vox is obsessed both being in love with Alastor while also downright hating him to the core. He's possessive and likes the idea of being both sweet and heinous with Alastor. He pretty much is every other character wrapped up in one fucked up TV man. Vox acts the most well-adjusted of the characters here, but he's probably got the obsession the worst.

And of course, pretty much every other conceivable ship is up for grabs here. I did think about maybe unfallen angels are able to resist the obsession curse, which would possibly make a funny team-up of Alastor, Adam, Lute, and Emily. Alternatively, I thought maybe the other canonically asexual characters in the show wouldn't be affected instead, meaning another oddball team-up of Alastor, Octavia, and Mammon. Then there is of course the "nope, there's no escape for deer man". Not sure yet, maybe I'll workshop it. I have more normal things in the works rather than this messed up little au, but darker content is a guilty pleasure of mine.

[kyojurokoibito]

"LET ME PAY YOU!"

Pairing(s): kyojuro rengoku x reader

Synopsis: how kyojuro met his civilian wife

Genre: fluff

Warning(s): n/a

Kao's Notes: just something to put out there while i work on requests in the meantime :) enjoy! <3

"EXCUSE ME, MISS!"

"OH MY G—!" *BANG* "OW!"

you hit the top of your head on the bottom shelf of your stall as a loud voice rang through the night. you ran a popular food stall in the small, lovely town you call home. people loved coming by your food stall for the service, the food, and for a chance to talk with a beautiful lady. each day, you decided to try a new recipe, and everyone was eager to see what you'd be serving every day.

"forgive me," the loud voice called again. "it was not my intention to startle you!"

"i-it's alright." rubbing the crown of your head with a slight pout, you rose to look at the owner of said voice. "i–um–wasn't expecting many people to come by this late, so you caught me by surprise."

taking in the man's appearance, you quickly gathered he was a demon slayer. the distinct design of his haori, the nichirin blade at his hip, and the obvious uniform was a dead giveaway.

you smiled, "would you like something to eat while you're here? i'm making gyu kushi(beef skewers) on top of rice, along with some mochi tonight. you'd be the final person i'm serving!"

the man's smile nearly blinded you, "yes! i would appreciate that very much!"

"great!" his smile was so contagious. you couldn't help but to deliver one as well. "how many orders would you like?"

"that depends," he stated loudly, excitedly slamming his hands on the counter and smiling at you. "how many are you willing to make?!" that's...the first time you've received that response.

"o-oh...uh..." you looked beneath your stall again. "well, i could make the rest of my inventory for you..." you lifted your head to look at him with a nervous laugh. "although, it's a considerably large amount of food, sir."

he laughed, "if you are willing to make it, i am willing to eat it! and no need to call me, sir! i am rengoku kyojuro!" you couldn't stop yourself from laughing along.

"then i'll be happy to make it for you, rengoku-san!"

kyojuro watched you gather the ingredients and quickly get to work on prepping his food. it was clear this was like second nature to you. you worked so diligently and moved with unwavering certainty.

"so," you began as you continued cooking but kept your gaze on kyojuro. this caused the hashira to look at you. "what brings you by this late?"

"a mission," he stated proudly, his smile never leaving. "it is completed, but i always stop by to check on towns nearby!"

"well, that's nice of you," you stated before finishing his first plate of food and handing it to him. "here, have a taste before i make the rest."

he loudly thanked you before placing the beef skewer between his teeth, pulling one of the chunks of meat off with his teeth.

"TASTY!" another bite. "TASTY!" a bite of rice. "TASTY!" a bite of mochi. "TASTY!"

you clapped your hands in delight, overjoyed that the hashira found your food so tasteful.

"so, everything tastes okay? would you still like to have the rest, rengoku-san?" you asked, although you're sure you already knew the answer.

"yes! i would love the rest!" he began fishing around in his pocket. "how much would it be?!"

"oh no," you quickly shook your head and quickly began preparing the rest of the food with a content smile. "i never charge the slayers that pass through. it's the least i can do for you all."

"please!" he slammed a pouch of coins onto the counter, causing you to shriek at the loud noise. he leaned forward, eyes boring into you with conviction. "ALLOW ME TO PAY YOU!"

"i-it's no trouble, really!" you jumped back from the close proximity. he only leaned in closer.

"THIS AMOUNT OF FOOD WOULD SURELY MAKE A GREAT PROFIT FOR YOU!! LET ME PAY!!!"

"b-but, the sales i've made today are more than enough already!!!"

"TAKE MY MONEY!"

"i don't need to!!!"

you two continued back and forth like this as you finished cooking the remainder of his food, packaging them nicely in cute boxes, which only fueled his desire to pay you. as you had given him the last box, he beckoned you to him.

"if you will not let me pay," he placed his free hand on his hip. "then allow me to escort you home!"

placing a hand on your chin, you paused to mull it over. it was pretty late, and you did live on the other side of the town. even if it was small, it would grant enough time for a demon to stake its claim on you.

"alright," you finalized with a greatful nod. "sounds fair!"

on the way, you both engaged in a quiet, lovely conversation. topics ranging from your cooking, his work as a slayer(at least the parts he could tell you), or your childhood, the atmosphere around you was peaceful. now, the current subject of the conversation was family.

"yes, you're right," you respond with a smile as rengoku concluded a story about his little brother. "it can be difficult to care for little siblings. especially if the parent is...more or less present." you cringed at your lack of better term, but kyojuro didn't mind at all. "my parents, unfortunately, fell victim to a demon, so i understand."

"very much so, and i am sorry to hear that! my condolences to you!" he responded with a solemn nod before asking his next question. "i take it you have a sibling then?"

"mhm," you nodded with delight as you drew nearer to your house. "i am the eldest of seven."

"SEVEN?!" he immediately fished the pouch of coins back out before shoving it in your direction. "SUCH A LARGE FAMILY! NOW YOU REALLY MUST TAKE MY PAYMENT!!!"

"i told you already," you pushed it back toward him in defiance. "i don't need it!" he tossed the pouch towards you, leaving you no choice but to catch it. "hey! take it back!" you tried to hand the coin pouch back to him.

"my apologies," he exclaimed after using his other hand to hold the food as well, even though he didn't need to. his smile never faltered as he blatantly ignored your attempts to return his money. "but my hands are full! i can not hold anything else!"

"but you were carrying it one-handed this whole time! you can just–"

"my hands are full!"

"but–"

"i can not carRY ANYMORE!"

"ren–"

"IT IS A PERFECTLY LEGITIMATE REASON AS TO WHY YOU MUST KEEP IT!"

you gave up.

kyojuro–1

y/n–0

upon reaching your house, you turned face kyojuro and gave him a polite bow.

"thank you for walking me back, rengoku-san," you stood straight. "you really didn't have to...nor did you have to pay me."

"it was no trouble at all," he smiled down at you. "and please, call me kyojuro."

you opened the door, and entered the doorway to your home chorus of "NII-SAN" called out to you. fondly shaking your head at your siblings(who were supposed to be in bed by now), you turned back to the hashira and returned his smile.

"alright, well," you placed a gentle hand on one of your little brother's heads, who'd been tugging on your shirt to get your attention, and replied in a hushed voice. "goodnight, kyojuro. have a lovely evening, and please travel safely."

he visibly brightened once he heard his name fall from your lips, and a gentle smile was bestowed upon you.

"goodnight to you as well, and thank you."

as you closed the door, kyojuro happily went on his way but stopped. he couldn't believe he forgot such an important piece of information.

oh well, he'll simply have to find his way back to you because he never got your name.

[marauder-misprint]

hi! can you do something with the marauders preferably sirius or james where the reader has constantly been like kind of invisible her whole life and spoken over and in the end has just stopped speaking up much ? thankyou <33 ( no pressure though! )

Hi! Thank you for this request ❤︎ Not sure how I feel about the quality of this. I definitely feel like it's not James enough, but it is what it is. Or maybe it's the lack of interactions with the rest of the Marauders that has me feeling like this? Idk. (It also might be because I'm not a huge James writer? Who knows?)

ANYWAYS! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Potions partner

James Potter x reader

4.6k words

cw: fluff, yapper!James

You’re not sure which is more peculiar: the story you’re telling or the fact that multiple people are listening to you tell it. 

It had happened during Care of Magical Creatures class that morning. Professor Kettleburn was trying to settle an aggravated Thestral and was failing horribly to the point where he dismissed class urgently. You were one of the few students who could actually see the beast so your retelling of the event was more descriptive than the rest of the class’. 

But what wasn’t peculiar was when a boy sat down a few seats away from you with complaints about the latest Transfiguration essay and all the attention that had been on you and your story moved on. Was the Thestral more interesting? Yes. But you were you, a background character in your own life. People didn’t pay attention to you if there was something else going on.  

You sigh and turn your attention to the food on your plate. You’ve barely touched it since you were talking for once. Now that attention has left you like it always does, you’re able to eat. It had been nice to feel heard, even if just for a few minutes. You never did hold people’s attention for long. You were just something to fill the background, nothing special to see. And often you weren’t seen. There were too many times for you to count when someone brushes past you, accidentally knocking you to the ground and they barely give you “Sorry, didn’t see you there.” 

In short, you weren’t seen and you weren’t heard. 

It wasn’t just your classmates either. It seemed like once a week, a professor would scan the classroom as they marked who was in attendance and they’d ask if you were there. You always were. You’d raise your hand and wave it around. Sometimes, even with that, they’d miss you until your friend spoke up and said that, yes, you were, in fact, in class. You weren’t sure how the professors managed to skip over you so much, but they did. Maybe it was because you weren’t an extreme. Your grades weren’t horrible enough to be of concern, nor were they exceptional enough to be used as examples and to earn house points. 

That afternoon in Potions, one of your least favorite things happened. Professor Slughorn announced a partnered-project.

“If everyone could get into pairs please! We will be working on brewing Felix Felicis and there will be various assignments with this. Pick someone you will be able to focus with. Yes, this means that Potter and Black cannot be partners.”

A pair of groans erupt from the back of the room. 

“I got dibs on Moony,” Sirius says.

James groans again, scanning the room. Lily had picked Mary. Marlene and Peter didn’t continue with Potions in N.E.W.T. level. People got into pairs quickly. You had immediately turned toward Emmeline. She was usually kind to you, but she paired with Benjy Fenwick. Your options dwindled fast. 

“Alright, anyone without a partner?” Slughorn asks the class as the room began to settle down. 

You and James both raise your hands. 

“Alright, you two are paired then. Here is the first assignment…”

You glance at James and cringe internally. Loud, boisterous James was your partner for the foreseeable future. Slughorn hadn’t given a timeframe for how long these assignments would be. You try to listen to everything that he’s saying about the first assignment, but it’s difficult when you’re dreading the assignment before it’s even really begun. 

After class ends, you approach James.

“Erm, I’ll do the essay if you want to do the first part of the potion?” you offer, hugging your books tight to your chest. 

“Huh? Oh, for the project. The essay’s long, don’t you want to work together on it?” James replies.

“I don’t-” you start to say.

Sirius interrupts you. “Mate, the girl’s just offered you the easy way out of the project. Take it and run.” 

You press your lips into a thin line, nod and walk away. Sirius got it. You’d split the project into separate pieces as much as you could. Plus, did Mr. Popular really want to be seen with someone as quiet and invisible as you? You didn’t think so. As you made your way to your next class, you assumed that was the end of the conversation. 

It wasn’t.

James finds you in the library after dinner. He’s slightly out of breath as he places his things on the table.

“You’re a hard one to find,” he says, taking a seat across from you.

You don’t say anything. In fact, you barely spare him a glance. 

“I wanted to talk to you about the Potions project,” he continues as he takes out homework for a different class. “It’s a multiple part project. It’s very interconnected, not something we can split down the middle and work on separately.”

He stops talking and waits for you to respond. You still don’t look up. You just work on your Herbology assignment.

“You… you are my partner for Potions, right?” he asks, running a hand through already-messy hair. “That’d be embarrassing if I just sat down across from the wrong girl…”

“We’re partners,” you whisper, more to your parchment than James.

“Great. So I’m at the right table! Like I was saying, you can’t do the entire essay and have me do all the brewing. I mean, we can do that. Like you write and I actually brew, which is fine. But we have to meet up to work on it, you know? Can’t do one part without the other.” 

“I prefer to work alone,” you say. “So take my offer or do it all by yourself.”

James’ eyes narrow. 

“That’s not how partner projects work.”

You raise your eyes to meet his for the first time since he sat down. Pretty. You sigh and look back at your assignment. You have work to get done. You hope that James will get the message, accept your terms and leave you alone. Instead, he starts to work on an essay for Astronomy.

“Do you study at this table often?” he asks nonchalantly. 

“Mhmm,” you hum. 

Part of you wants to ask why he’s asking. What’s it to him that you work at that table practically like clockwork? 

“This a daily thing or weekly? Every other day? Multiple times a day?” 

“Whenever I have assignments,” you answer, although it's a very non-answer. When didn’t you have homework as a sixth year? 

Every teacher assigned endless work to prepare you for the incoming exams. You were to be prepared and the way to prepare you was to assign work. 

“So you’re here every second of every day, got it,” James says cheekily. 

A quick glance at him reveals a smirk playing on his lips. Despite his quill hovering about parchment, he’s watching you, scanning your face for some kind of reaction. Something more than the quiet, short answers you’ve responded with so far. It’s a change of pace for James. Everyone wants to talk to him. He can talk with anyone about anything. It’s a gift that he and Sirius share. You, on the other hand, aren’t talking and it’s strange to James. Even Lily talks more when she’s shooting down his advances. 

“Do you need help with that for Sprout?” James offers, confident that he can get you to talk more. “I finished it over lunch.”

You shake your head. James frowns, having been hoping for a verbal answer. He gives up trying to get you to talk for the evening, although he doesn’t leave your table. The two of you work in tandem for a few hours. James is far more uncomfortable with the silence between you than you are. It’s something you’re used to, and even if James had decided to ramble on about something, you would’ve managed to get the same amount of work done. James was used to noise around him, even in the library. With friends like his, quiet work time didn’t exist. 

The next day James tries to say hi to you during the few classes that you share. You offer a small smile or a quiet ‘hello’ in response. You never stop and talk to him beyond that, which bothers him. You were partners for a project that would inevitably force you to spend some time together. Why didn’t you bother trying to get to know him at all? 

“That’s your Potions partner, right?” Sirius asks as you walk away from them for the fourth time. “The one you got stuck with?”

“Yeah. Clearly doesn’t talk much,” James answers, watching you go and wordlessly sit down next to a Hufflepuff. He runs a hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“Maybe she just doesn’t know you? Or like you,” Peter says.

“What do you mean, Wormtail?” James asks. 

“You’re not friends with everyone and some people don’t talk to people they don’t like.” Peter said it like it should’ve been common sense. 

“But how can she not like me if she doesn’t know me? Won’t even try to know me? I sat with her for hours last night and I got maybe five sentences out of her!”

“You were in the library,” Remus snorts. “Some people respect the library’s quiet.”

“I know how to whisper!” 

The other three boys burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter. James Potter whispering was more akin to a stage whisper. So, not a whisper. He was a loud person. 

Then after dinner, James sits across from you in the library again. 

“Same table. Easier to find,” he says as he takes out his homework. 

Just like yesterday, you don’t respond. You don’t look up. You just continue working. James, however, is more intent on getting you to talk. He tries to think of something that might get your attention. It’s more difficult than he originally imagined. He didn’t know you. “What’s today’s assignment?” 

“Care of Magical Creatures,” you say, voice barely qualifying as a whisper. 

That got James’ attention more than it should have.

“Were you in class with the rampant Thestral? I heard it was crazy. Can’t imagine dealing with a creature you can’t see!” he asks.

“Professor Kettleburn provoked it. He pulled its wing. It looked overstretched,” you say with certainty. 

Looked.

“Looked?” 

You nod, flipping the page of the book you have open in front of you.

“You can see them? I thought you could only see them if-”

“If you’ve seen death,” you interrupt James. 

He’s staring at you with wide eyes.

“You’ve seen death?” James asks. 

He’s certain that he won’t get any work done. Not when you can see Thestrals.

You nod, again. Yesterday you were thrilled to have people’s attention as you recounted the beast mauling Kettleburn with its hooves. Today, you want to get your assignment done so you can return to your dorm. You aren’t sure why James is so curious about it, or why he keeps talking to you. No one ever sits at your table two days in a row.

After you don’t speak, James lets the conversation, if you can call it that, die. He figures that you don’t want to talk about who you’ve seen die. Maybe it was someone close to you. Maybe it was recent and hurt too much to talk about. He tries to focus on his work, but he was right in his assumption that he wouldn’t get work done. Even if you weren’t talking, James found you fascinating. His eyes keep drifting up to watch you work. 

He breaks the silence after a while. “Can we work on that Potions essay tomorrow? I’m fine with brewing the potion, but we’ll work on the essay together.” 

You sigh yet you nod all the same. 

“Great!” 

And with that, James leaves you alone. 

The next day feels the same as the last. James says hi to you whenever he sees you, earning the same responses from you. There’s something nice about him taking the time to say  hi to you when most of your classmates barely acknowledge your existence. Still, he’s only your partner in Potions and he didn’t choose to be your partner. It just happened because Slughorn said he couldn’t be with Sirius. 

When James finds you in the library after dinner at your usual table, he’s lugging his cauldron with him. You stare as he sets it up next to the table, taking out a small collection of ingredients.

“Bit rough getting this past Madam Pince,” he tells you, seeing that he managed to catch your attention for once. “But I figured, if we’re working on the essay right now, might as well work on the potion too, right?” 

You open your mouth as if to speak but nothing comes out. You gape like a fish out of water. 

“You do have your Potions stuff with you, yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah… I do…” 

You move your unfinished Care of Magical Creatures assignment off to the side. You’d work on it more after James left. Or at least, whenever he was done insisting on this ‘working together’ thing. 

“Right, so Slughorn wants the first portion of Felix. And the essay is on the…” James says while looking over his scribbled notes.

“Essay is on the ingredients’ effect on the coloring. Pretty self-explanatory if you ask me,” you finish for him.

“How do you mean?” 

You try not to laugh at James. 

“Please, occamy and ashwinder eggs? Common rue? Shiny, shiny, yellow. It’s basic color theory.” 

“Huh,” is all James says for a moment. Then he follows with, “That’s why you offered to do all the writing, isn’t it!” 

“More like I thought you wouldn’t be bothered to work with me.” 

James gasps, putting his hand over his heart like you brutally offended him. “Ouch, sweetheart!” 

“Just get to brewing, Potter.”

And that’s the last that you spoke that evening. You worked intently on the essay as James brewed the potion. For some time, the sound between you was the crackling of the fire under James’ cauldron. But then he started talking. At first it was about the potion. He told you about everything he did and the immediate effects, every change of color and consistency. You didn’t need the commentary, although you used it to ensure that James was doing everything correctly. His descriptions matched what you had written. 

Then he reached the point where the potion needed to simmer, James started talking about quidditch. You humor him for a while, listening to him ramble about what you easily assume is his favorite topic. He talked about more than just the Gryffindor team. He talked about the different tactics he’d seen the other houses use this year and how well they executed them, how they compared to the professional teams and how each of those teams were doing this year. Then he went on a tangent about the new rules and regulations that were passed recently and how they affected the game. He went on for a while.

“Do you want to read this or not?” you ask with some snap to your voice. 

You slid the finished essay across the table toward James. You had written the entire thing as he brewed, only a testament to why you thought that partner part of the project was pointless. But if he wanted to ‘work together,’ you figure the least you could do was have him look over your work. 

“Oh, yes! Let me see,” he mumbles as he takes the parchment from you. 

You resume work on your Magical Creatures assignment. It takes James a few minutes to look over the whole thing. You had put a little extra effort into writing it since it was going to be James’ grade as well. It was one thing if your own work was subpar but when someone else got brought into the equation, you tried a little harder.

“This is great. You really did the whole thing while I brewed?”

You nod.

“You’re fantastic!” You feel a heat creep up your neck at the compliment. It was just an essay.

“Okay, so we have the potion and the essay for the first deadline! Great! I’ll clean up and get out of your hair. But I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he asks, a wide smile on his face.

You nod again.

Over the next week, James continues to meet up with you in the library. He’s grateful that you never change tables. That at least means you don’t mind too much that he’s joining you. With each day, he tries to get you to talk. He tries topic after topic, hoping to come across one that you wouldn’t mind opening up a bit for. What James doesn’t know is that you’ve trained yourself to limit your responses. Even if someone asked about your deepest interest, you’d barely let on that you knew everything about it. 

Then, just as you’re getting used to James constantly being at your table, he says something that throws you off.

“I won’t be here tomorrow.”

You want to respond with “Okay?” He wasn’t required to do homework for you after dinner every day. He wasn’t obligated to sit at your table. You still didn’t even really consider him your friend.

“We got the quidditch pitch reserved for a last minute practice before Saturday’s match,” he says, pausing to watch your face with curiosity. If there was a change in your expression, he’d see it. There was no change. “You’re coming to the match on Saturday, right?”

There was hope in his voice. Like he really wanted to make sure that you’d be in the stands for the game. Almost like he wanted to know if you’d be watching him, and just maybe, cheering for him. 

You blink your eyes slowly.

“I… I’m not sure.”

“Oh?”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Depends on how much work I get done, I guess.”

“Stay hard at work then, will you? I’d like you to be there. Heard it’s going to be a good match,” he says, his grin audible in his voice. 

It makes you look up at him rather than at the parchment in front of you. 

“Heard it’s going to be good?” you repeat back to him. “Wouldn’t you say that about every match you’re in?”

“I mean, yeah, but Saturday’s especially.” 

“We’ll see, Potter.”

“You’ll only see if you go.”

You flex your eyebrows and turn back to your assignment. James smiles to himself as he begins to work again too. Something about your demeanor made him think that you would show up. He wasn’t really sure why he cared if you did, but there was something about you. He had grown to like the quiet air that you maintained. He didn’t mind that you didn’t talk much, despite his desperate attempts to get you to talk. You kind of reminded him of Remus during first year, if he was being honest. And that means that you had the promise of becoming a very dear friend. 

You would be lying if you didn’t work extra hard the next evening while James was at practice. You didn’t promise anything but you felt that you owed it to James to at least try to be at a point where you could justify going to the match. You went to a handful of them. You could follow along enough with the game, not that it mattered. Balls were tossed around, some were hit and there was a super small one that only two players tried to catch. That’s about all you needed to know. 

Still, you don’t know why you felt the need to show up for James. It wasn’t like he would be able to see you in the sea of students. It was one thing to find you in the library. It was another to spot you from a broom while you were surrounded by hundreds of others pressed together and bundled up against the biting wind. You even figured that you could just tell James that you went, without actually going, and he wouldn’t know the difference. 

However, when morning came, you were bundling up. You join the masses heading to the pitch. You listen to the excited chatter about how epic the match is going to be. It was Gryffindor against Slytherin after all, which always made for a good match being the natural rivals that they were. You stood pressed between your friend and one of her closer friends. They cheer louder than you did. You were more focused on trying to keep up with the game as your mind continuously drifts to James. As your mind drifts, so do your eyes. You’re confident that you watched James for at least 90% of the match. Which shouldn’t be too shocking given the amount of times he was in the midst of the action. You swore he had his hands on the quaffle during every play. 

And then something happened that made your heart stop.

You swore James’ eyes found yours and then he flashed you a smile. All before proceeding to score again. Almost as if he was doing it just for you. 

Which was ridiculous. He was just your Potions partner who happened to be studying a lot with you as of recently. 

But still. He found you, in the middle of the crowd, where you should have been as invisible as you always were. 

How? How did he see you? It’s all you could think of for the last few minutes of the game. You were so in your own head that you missed the Gryffindor seeker catching the snitch, ending the game and sealing the win for them. You let your friend drag you out of the stands as students filled the pitch. Except you didn’t follow her into the pitch. You started down the path back towards the castle, but you didn’t make it far. 

The sun was shining brightly and the air wasn’t too frigid once you were hundreds of feet into the air. You veer from the path and find a nice patch of grass to sit down on. Some sunshine wouldn’t hurt. An occasional shadow passed over your face as clouds drifted across the sky. Each shadow was only momentary, a brief chill until it moved on.

Until one shadow didn’t move on. You waited a minute before opening your eyes to see how big this cloud was.

The cloud in question? James Potter. James Potter still in his quidditch uniform and sporting a smile so bright it could rival the sun itself. And he was standing in front of you.

“Potter,” you say shortly. 

“Didn’t see you on the pitch after the match,” he replies, sitting down across from you.

You don’t say anything. What was there to say?

“I was hoping to see you on the pitch. Maybe get a congratulations on the win?” he says with a tilt of his head. 

“You played well.” That was as close to a congratulations as he was going to get from you. 

“Did you see the goal I scored for you?” 

You cough. “For me?” 

“Well, yes. I swore I made eye contact with you before I did it.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Or did I look at a different pretty girl?” 

You swallow thickly. “No, you, erm, that was me.”

“Ah, then yes. For you. My pretty Potions partner.”

If your heart had stopped in the stands, it must’ve turned into stone now. There was no way that James just called you his pretty Potions partner. 

“That’s… ah… that’s alliteration,” you manage to say despite your mouth suddenly becoming drier than the desert. 

James tilts his head curiously. 

“I did want to thank you,” he says. “For coming to the match. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come. Because of homework, like you said. But I hoped you’d come.” He pauses for a moment. “Did you like it?”

“The-the match or you scoring… for me?” you ask, the end of your question feeling foreign in your mouth. 

People didn’t score goals for you. That didn’t happen. You were barely noticed. You were spoken over. You were forgotten about because you offered so little to conversation and friendships. 

“Erm, both, I suppose.” 

“The match was entertaining. Definitely a step from Binn’s lectures.” 

James laughs. It was a delightfully warm sound that draws the attention of students headed to the castle. 

“You scoring… for… me…” you continue, the words still feeling odd to you, “was… nice, I guess. Unexpected though.” 

James nods, accepting your commentary. He understands why it came across as unexpected. It wasn’t like he had flirted with you in the library. He hadn’t asked you to Hogsmeade or a picnic or even for a measly walk through the corridors together. 

“I suppose I did this a bit backwards, haven’t I?” he chuckles.

“Did what?” you ask.

“The fact that you have to ask…” He shakes his head and runs a hand through his windswept hair. “I think I want to ask you out.”

Your eyes go wide and a blush tints your cheeks pink. Your heart has been shocked back to life and is working overtime.

“You think?” you ask once you’re able to say words. 

“Okay, well, I do. I want to ask you out. I’m just not sure… if I should? Would you say yes if I did?”

You’re frozen in shock. He wants to ask you out. He grows increasingly nervous when you don’t respond.

“You don’t talk much and you seem to take your studies seriously. You remind me of Remus. You know Remus Lupin, right? Good, good friend of mine. And I think you’re rather pretty. So the combination of both, I want to see if we, you know, work together,” he says all too quickly. “And now I’ve gone and scored a goal for you, which I know most people usually save for after they’ve gone steady with someone or if they’re heavily chatting them up, but you don’t seem like the kind of person to appreciate a proper chatting up so…” He took a sharp breath. “Whatdoyousay?”

You continue to stare at James. It’s a lot. You’re not really sure when he started feeling all of this and you don’t know how to express that. You also don’t know how you managed to catch his eye. 

“Can I, ahem, get a nod or something? You, me, butterbeers next weekend?”

You nod slowly and that brings a brilliant grin to James’ face. 

“And I’ll see you in the library all week, yeah? Can’t be falling behind in our assignments, can we?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Same table.”

“And there’s a party in the Gryffindor Common Room later, if you want to go. I don’t know if that’s your scene or not, but I’ll be there. Wouldn’t mind seeing you there. But only if you’re up to it.”

You nod, but then realize that he might take that as you agreeing that you’ll go to the party. 

“Maybe. I… I need to work on Astronomy but… I’ll consider it.”

His grin gets impossibly wider and he pushes his glasses further up his nose. Then he stands up and holds out a hand to help you up.

“Then let’s get you back to the castle. Can’t work on your Astronomy if you’re out here.” 

You take his hand and let him lead you inside. Something about James inviting you places makes you actually want to show up, even if a Gryffindor quidditch party is completely out of your comfort zone. 

[etherealrin]

⋆.˚ call it what you want

in which proplayer!sae could care less about what the media was calling you two, if it means being with you again

warnings: none // wc: 647

note: fem reader! badly proofread

the star midfielder of re al, itoshi sae, has a spotless reputation. there wasn't a single stain on his image, not one rumor or dating scandal. it was a matter of heated debate online; there were multiple twitter threads regarding sae's love life. was he truly single? perhaps not into women at all? did he have a secret relationship with another celebrity? if he did, he was remarkably good at never being caught.

so when a photograph of sae leading a girl to a secluded room, shot at an angle where one could only see a flash of glimmering hair, goes viral, the entire internet was wholly appalled.

sae scoffs as you read another article from your phone's news feed to him. "hey, look at this!" your tone is joking as you point towards the device's screen. "they're questioning if i'm some top hollywood celeb. is it because i dyed my hair recently?"

"love, that's stupid. you know dispatch reports more lies than truths." he replies, nose wrinkling at the thought. sure, you were beautiful, more so than any actress, but he really didn't enjoy all of the media speculation he received. was it so wrong of him to want something normal, to have a private relationship?

you'd known sae since before he went to spain, when you were just two simple kids trying to go through life the right way. when he had left, it'd caused a huge buzz in your town, japan finally receiving international attention for football. and you'd long since been regarded as sae's closest friend, so everyone was clamoring to ask you: would he ever come back? the drama queens threw their fits (sae had no shortage of admirers even then), many people called you a liar when you said that you didn't know, the pressure caused you to isolate yourself—done with how nosy the world was being. and of course, you missed sae more than anything. you'd mindlessly twist your fingers through the silver necklace he gifted you right before his flight, the 冴 character shining in the pale moonlight. no one else knew the words he'd suddenly whispered into your ears before he boarded without sparing a glance back; "i love you, i'll swear i'll see you again."

you'd kept that necklace for years, until itoshi sae appeared in japan once more, to play for a mysterious soccer match; and a front row ticket was mysteriously sent to your email. which you had never changed from before he left. nervous anticipation floods you, you were about to see your best friend who you hadn't heard from in years. when you finally spot him on the field, he looked nothing less than a daydream, dark pink locks impossibly perfect even against the wind and sweat. as he's being introduced, sae's gaze somehow found you amongst the crowd—you might have died. though he knew you would show up, he couldn't help but look for extra assurance. and you couldn't have predicted the whirl of events that happened after. his manager pulling you aside, saying that "itoshi sae needs to meet you," sae walking towards you with his head down, evidently trying to avoid the paparazzi, grabbing your hands and guiding you into an empty interviewing room; teal eyes glimmering with unsaid words.

your lips inevitably crashed into each other, you both had heard the cameras click and seen the flash of brilliant white, but none of you cared. "at least i did one thing right," is what sae had murmured after a few minutes, deft fingers tracing across your cheeks. his eyes flickered over the chain he gave you, one you'd never taken off. the media could call it what they wanted, because in that moment it was only you and sae. though perhaps it had always been that way—all it took was for one of you to see it.

a/n: dude i'm so obsessed w this song rn. also i finally stopped slandering sae who would've thought this day would come so soon!

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[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 3

I'm on a roll- don't expect it to last :)) but as of right now, Chapter 4 is done, Chapter 5 will be started, and I feel like each one will be longer and longer than the last- hope ch4 was just a one in a trillion thing

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Sleeping that night seemed to be a struggle on its own, nightmares plaguing your mind left and right. You’d fall asleep for 30 minutes and wake up, fall asleep for another 30 minutes and wake up again, and again, and again, giving up once you woke up at 03:33 am. No use in trying to sleep if you’re just going to wake up crying and gasping for air, heart pumping so hard you could hear the blood running through your veins.

You needed air, wanted something less stuffing than the four walls that seemed to close in around your shaking form. With bare feet, you made your way across the manor towards the garden. May as well try and do something productive.

The garden was loved and taken care of, once upon a time. The plants were dead, the trees dried beyond help, and the dirt may need to be changed as well if the roots have gone putrid and rotten, just to be sure. It’ll take years to bring the space to its glory, to how it looked in the painting, but you could feel it in your bones that it will be worth it.

Diverting your attention from the nightmares to the garden helped ease the shaking, the fear. The more you thought about the nightmares, the more you didn’t know which one scared you the most. Between relieving your mom’s death, accepting she was dead, that you’ll never see her again, that you didn’t even know where they buried her- and seeing Bruce as the one holding the gun, firing it at your mom, at you, and then laughing with glee, saying something you didn’t quite remember…  You couldn’t decide which one you hated the most.

Your eyes trailed the walls of the manor, up to the roof, and back down. You wanted to call him dad, hug him, have him come to your recitals and activities, and have him love you like Officer Gordon said he would. And yet, no matter how close he seemed to you, he was farther away than the moon. You hoped it was just your awkward self, that maybe your anxieties were putting ideas where there shouldn’t be any. Today’s breakfast only seemed to fortify said anxieties.

“When will I go back to school?” The question fell from your lips so quietly, and the silence it created made you sink into yourself. Bruce’s eyes had been glancing at you non-stop, but now they were fixated on you, non-blinking. He hummed, low and thoughtful. “You’ll be moved to online schooling. After what happened to your mom, I feel it will be safer for you to stay inside the manor for a while”

“For forever.” The shadows hissed in his ear, but Bruce simply cleared his throat, checked his watch, and left, Richard following soon after at the man’s nudging. Bruce will drive Dick to school. Your eyes remained on your plate as they left, remaining quiet for a while.

“Mama said I should make friends.” Your teary eyes met Alfred’s again as your lip trembled. “How will I make friends if I can’t go outside?” The older man’s hands were rubbing together behind his back. He felt as inexperienced as when Bruce was a toddler, as unsure of what to do as when he was with his father. That was a rare feeling for the man.

With a soft sigh and a shaky hand placed on the young kid’s shoulder, Alfred did what he did best. “I am sure you will have many opportunities to make friends, young miss.” He lied. You knew he was, and yet you held onto the hope. Bruce said it’ll only be for a while- so maybe, just maybe, in high school, you’ll have tons of friends.

You finished your plate, eyes still wet, but at least you didn’t cry. Your insistence to help Alfred was only met with a soft smile and a shake of his head, the man insisting on you enjoying the free time you have, telling you that perhaps you should go and buy some clothes, some decorations for your room.

Again, you mentioned the insanity of leaving a kid to buy whatever they wanted, but Alfred only laughed. “Can- is there a laptop I can use? Mama always let me on hers when we ordered something online. It’ll be easier for me…” You asked so softly, almost going into rambling as anxiety of sounding like a brat, like you were ungrateful for the phone, settled in.

Alfred didn’t even blink, no muscle on his face twitched as he only nodded, saying he’ll bring one to your room straight away. That was easier than expected. You were so used to your mom saying no, or bargaining with her for new shoes, and you understood- you didn’t have that much money, could barely scrap by… But the way the Waynes threw money around felt irresponsible. Does Bruce truly make that much money that he doesn’t have to worry about losing his home? What if he loses it all one day? Does he have a savings account? Your tummy didn’t feel good worrying about all that, mama always said that only adults should worry about money.

You don’t think your mom would like Bruce very much. That thought filtered through your brain for quite a while as you looked up how to take care of a garden and specific plants you wanted to see bloom. He was so cold, distant, creepy, and secretive. Your mother always dreamed of a loving man, strong but gentle. You never understood why she put up with the men she hung out with considering they were exactly like Bruce.

Alfred interrupted your musing as he knocked, opening the door only when he heard your voice. He left the laptop and its charger on the desk, and his only words were to inform you of the timetable for eating.  “But, of course, if you get hungry before then, you’re more than welcome to the kitchen, young miss.” And he left just as fast as he came, barely having the time to ask where your mother would be buried. You doubted Bruce would hold a funeral for her. Alfred just said he’ll look into it.

With a small huff, you went and plugged the charger into the wall and laptop before opening it. Bruce gave you the card to use, and if he can’t be bothered to go with you to stores, you can surely get whatever you want. He’s so rich, you can bleed him dry a bit.

In the end, you didn’t. You felt too guilty about buying clothes and things for the garden, so your desires for those shiny metallic watercolors and 360 markers were exchanged for a few sketchbooks and graphite pens. Your mother is rolling in her grave at how much you spent, you were sure, so you rationalized the guilt to simply wanting to perfect your skills before buying those fancy things.

You got the clothes a size or two bigger, just like mami did, so they’ll fit you for longer. Simple things, pajamas, socks, underwear, and a few pairs of jeans and T-shirts, things she’d buy for you since you were unsure of what you were supposed to get.

You hoped Bruce wouldn’t be too angry, he was a scary man now, and you dreaded to see him angry. On the garden side of things, you may have overindulged. From all the tools you got, to the kind of soil, to the types of flowers, to making sure you got beds for the plants. The soil outside truly looked beyond saving. But if he was okay with Richard’s desire for more gymnastics equipment, surely he'd be fine with this.

At lunch, you were informed by Alfred that Bruce and Dick won’t attend dinner. It didn’t surprise you, however, it still felt like they were avoiding you, and it still hurt. Perhaps this will be the new normal, the everyday occurrence. Maybe this was normal for them, you were sure high school and work kept them both busy… Will they ever have time for you?

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[kaechu1]

Hear me out- Telemachus × Daughter of Polites reader, where they were best friends growing up and even partners later on, yet when Odysseus returns and not her dad, like many other kids/wives/families of Odysseus's crew she is very upset about it. And as a result she stops hanging around areas she knows Telemachus is due to the assumption all he'll talk about his dad, but add a fluff ending. I don't have a fluff ending planned so fell free to do whatever for it

Telemachus x polites's daughter! reader

note: i LOVE the idea of polites having a daughter please need more requests for this hc(or canon idk)

warning: mentioned of death, daddy issues? harassing, antinous (yes he gets his own warning), this takes place 'in hold them down' so be prepared, suitors being assholes, and I'm trying new style so tell me if you like it or not.

ENJOY!!

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growing up without a father wasn't easy, especially if you know nothing about him and all you're stuck with is stories from other people.

people said he was a kind soul and he could make any one cheer up just by looking at them with his soft and caring smile, he didn't like solving the problem with his fits, but rather with his heart.

you always wished if you could meet your father, or at least seeing him for once, it really hurt you. but you didn't need to face that pain alone. not when you had your best friend by your side.

Telemachus.

you and Telemachus spend your whole life together. you were together at every moment, always talking and helping each other so it wasn't a shock when you too get together.

you mainly met each other when you were only 14, you were walking around in the forest, nothing just walking to clear your mind and that when bumped into him, you apologized for bumping into him and he did the same which ended with you both apologizing to each other for 10 minutes.

then you guys just sit down and start talking since both of you never really had any friends and that when you find out your fathers were friends before going to the war.

it was... refreshing. you finally found someone who suffers the same pain as you. no you definitely do not wish for anyone to go through what you had but it was refreshing finding someone who could understand what you're going through.

and ever since then you guys became best friends. you would always be together, no matter what. you promise each other that.

you're upset about something? Telemachus would be there to comfort you.

Telemachus upset about the suiters? you'd be there to be by his side to help him.

you two only had each other and you appreciate it, he even made you meet his mom which absolutely adores you. she always treats you like a daughter and you appreciate it.

so was it really shocking when you and Telemachus got together? even the queen herself saw it coming and was very happy that her son got to be with someone like you, someone caring and loving and will make sure to love him for the rest of their lives.

he proposes to you when you both reach nineteen, you were hanging as always in the garden watching the sunset like you always used to do, nothing unusual except the fact that Telemachus seems extra nervous today.

"Telemachus, you seem extra nervous today. is there something bothering you?" you said softly trying to ease his nervousness as you rest your hand on his shoulder, but that only triggers him more as she flinches and turns red when you touch him.

"n-no! I'm completely fine, i don't know what you're talking about.." no matter what he tries he can never hide his emotion and nervousness, especially around you. you know each other way too long for you to read him like an open book.

"is it the suitor again? let me guess, antinous? this man never seems to know his place-" you said with anger in your voice, you hated that 'antinous'. he's way too prideful, and never miss a chance to mess with Telemachus which you hate so much. but your words were cut off short.

"no no it's not him! well, he's still as annoying as ever but he's not the reason why I am nervous.." you can hear a little panic in his voice at the first of his sentences but he quickly takes a deep breath as he starts talking softer now.

"then what is it Telemachus? you can tell me anything you know? I'm here for you." you smiled softly trying to ease his nervousness which seemed to work as he sighed deeply and looked straight into your eyes

"t-there's something I've been meaning to tell you... but promise me you won't panic.." he said as he looked away again scratching his neck nervously, you can tell he's blushing by the way his ears turn red.

you chuckled quietly at his words. he was way too cute for his own good "okay i promise, no panicking just tell me already" you said as you pat on his back trying to smooth his mood.

Telemachus sighs as his gaze returns to your face again, then he takes your hands as he stands up and helps you stand on your feet. he looks into your hands for a few seconds before his gaze turns to your face again.

"for the longest time i had no one besides me but you, you always light up my days no matter how shitty they are, you were always there for me when i needed you never once left my side, and for that i appreciate you. to be honest, i don't think i was able to make it this far without you, and i don't think i ever want you to leave my side" he said as hold your hand more tightly.

"Telemachus..." your voice was more like a whisper as you said his name, words cannot describe what you're feeling right now, he always tells you about how he's happy you're here with him, but something about his tone tells you it isn't like any friendly remake he had ever said.

his words were deeper.

he then kneels down before you, still holding your hands in his as he looks deeply into your eyes with the biggest grin you have ever seen on his face.

"so would you do me the Honor and stay beside me forever, but not like a friend. like a queen. my queen."

you were struck by his words. did he just propose to you? you were still shocked as you heard his words. you? as his queen? it felt like a dream comes true. you would be terribly lying if you said you didn't feel for him. how couldn't you? he was sweet, caring, brave and everything any woman would ever ask for.

Telemachus starts getting a little nervous noticing your silence, but he quickly notices tears starting to gather in your eyes.

"yes! i would love to be your queen Telemachus!"

you said with tears in your eyes as you smile at him. he quickly stands on his feet again as he cups your face as he wipes your tears away as you both laugh softly.

"don't cry my love, this is not a view fitting for a queen" he said between laughing as you chuckles at his remake. he quickly holds you in his arms as he sweep you off your feet and starts spinning you around. the garden was filling with but your laugh and happiness

you wish you could stay like this forever, with you in his arms and nothing but happiness.

but everything was about to crash out.

"do you really have to go..." you said quietly as you stare at your spouse.

it was about time Telemachus decided to go on search for his father, and you very much didn't like it. what if he didn't return like his father? or worse what if he died?

"my love we've talked about this.. i need to do this" he said as he holds her hand tightly, he too didn't wanna leave and leave you and his mom alone. but this was necessary.

"what if you didn't come back?" you were trying to change his mind these past few days with no luck, and now you stood at the shore as his crew prepared for the trip.

"i will come back, i promise. even if i had to fight monsters or gods , I'll get back to you. i promise" he said softly as he kissed your cheek before resting his forehead on yours.

"I'll be back, wait for me. okay?"

"i will" you said as finally goodbye before his crew called for him. he gave you one final peak on the lips before he started running to his crew.

you just stared at him as he ran and boarded his ship.

his gaze quickly returned to where you were standing as he waved at you, you smiled as you waved back seeing as his ship start moving deeper into the sea as you stood there and saw him drifting away.

as you return to the palace you start walking around, trying to clear your mind for your thoughts, but ohh boy...

"well, well, well, if it isn't the princess herself, here all alone without your prince i see? what did he leave you like his father did to his mother? like father like son i see" you heard a voice coming from behind you.

you don't need to turn to know who owns that voice. of course it was antinous.

"what do you want now antinous? I'm not in the mood for your nonsense." you said firmly as you heard his footsteps getting closer to you.

"what's wrong princess? i was just trying to cheer you up, where's that kind and precious princess that is always so sweet to the point where everyone is sicking with your sweetness." he said mockingly as he stands in front of you as if he is blocking your way.

"I'm only kind to those who deserve it, and you are really good at making it hard to be nice with you." said eliana firmly as she looked at him with fury in her eyes, this man never missed a chance to mess with her and Telemachus. he never knew his place..

"oh come on princess, is that how you're talking to your guests? i guess you're not a fitting princess" he said mockingly, he knows what to say and what to do to get under your skin but you refuse to give the pleasure of it.

"is that all you wanted to say? cuz i don't have time for you, so if you don't mind moving, not all of us spend their day sitting here and doing nothing" you said firmly as you see the grin on his face slowly disappear and replace with pissed face. you can barely stoo yourself from smirking knowing that you ended under his skin instead.

"listen here princess-" antinous said as his shit eating grin found it way back to his face as he got even closer to you now but you refuse to move or showing him that he scared you. but before he can do anything else he gets cut off short.

"leave her alone antinous!"

as you look behind antinous you could see the queen standing there looking at him with the same look she gave to every suitor here. hatred.

Antinous scoff as he looks behind him at the queen standing there with a demanding look. he sighs before looking at you again. "we're not done here yet princess." he said before he walked past you and to the other side of the palace .

"are you alright my dear?" you can hear the queen's softer voice as she starts walking towards you checking if antinous hurt you in any way.

you turn your gaze back to her as you see her soft smile and gentle eyes, you couldn't help but smile back. "yea yea, im fine thank you mother, i don't think he'd have stopped if you didn't show up"

you can hear the queen chuckle a little at your words. she was a mother like you and always made sure to get away from those suitors and take care of you when Telemachus wasn't around, and you appreciate her so much.

"don't mind him my dear, he can never do anything to you, I'll make sure of that" she said gentle as she put her hand on your back comfortably as she guild you to the other side of the palace away from all the suitors.

(tbh idk how long his mission takes and i tried to search but got nothing so i made this up)

it's been a month since Telemachus went on his mission, and since then you always sit or stand close to his mother door guarding it. mostly the nights when you couldn't sleep, you would always take your lyre and try to entertain yourself while making sure no one of the suitors come close.

of course you couldn't fight or do anything but whenever they see you there they just scoff before returning to where they come from. you might not know how to fight, but you're not afraid to try. even if you believe that violence was never the answer and you prefer talking rather than fighting.

you know these men don't have the heart to even understand your words so you never bother trying with them.

after Penelope arranges the challenge about that however can string the king old bow and shoot the arrow through twelve axes will be the new king you knew something was about to happened.

these men can barely do anything themselves let alone stringing a bow, not any bow. the king Odysseus bow.

after the Penelope returns to her room, you decide to take a walk to the garden. clearing your mind, after all there's no need to worry anymore. because he's coming back.

your lover is finally back from his long mission and will be back in your arms soon. You couldn't wait anymore, after finally waiting and enduring the suitors attempt to harass you and the queen, he's finally back.

After a few seconds in the garden you decide maybe it's time for you to go back to your room and get prepared to meet your spouse after a month of not seeing him.

as you start walking down the aisle you hear the suitors talking but you didn't pay them any attention until you heard antinous talking loudly.

"haven't you noticed who's missin'? don't you know the prince is not around?" as you hear antinous words you stop in your track, you know every time this man mentioned Telemachus it's either to insult him or to hurt him.

you hide behind one of the pillars as you continue to listen to him, trying to find out what he's planning to do this time.

"i heard he's on a diplomatic mission, and i heard today he comes back to town so," he continues saying as he stands at one of the tables to get everyone attention as if wasn't on him in the first place.

"i say we gather near the beaches. i say we wait till he arrives. then, when he ducks his ship, we can breach it. let us leave now today we can strike him and hold them down" he said with the same evil grin on his face.

you were struck by his words. they're planning on killing Telemachus? you know antinous was crazy, hell even stupid. but you never thought he'd go as far as to kill the prince..

then you start hearing him telling them about how they are going to kill him. hold him down. slit his throat. break his bones. turn him into pieces as they throw his body in the ocean.

you try to cover your mouth so stop your gasps, this can't be real. you need to go to Telemachus before they can reach the beaches and tell him, but what about the queen-

your thoughts were cut off as you heard antinous talking again.

"and when the deed is done, the queen will have no one to stop us from breaking her bedroom door, stop us from taking her love and more"

you almost let out loud gasp revealing your hiding spot as you heard antinous talking about how he wanted to break the queen door and assaulting her, making her choose a king against her well.

"and who knows, if we're lucky enough we'll get the princess too" antinous says with the same loud tone as if he had no fear of who could hear him.

your heart almost stopped when you heard him mentioning you, not only he wanted to kill your spouse and assaulting the queen. now he wants you too. what a sick dog.

Before your thoughts could go any further suddenly the sound of antinous voice was cut off, and as you look again to check what's happening there when you stood shocked.

an arrow was in antinous throat as he's body fell dead on the ground. as your eyes quickly gaze around the room you saw an old man wearing a cloak holding the king Odysseus bow. but how did he string this??

before you can get a clear answer the chaos started, as the screams of the suitors and dead bodies dropping everywhere, you know you needed to get away as soon as possible.

but before you could even make a run out of the room you felt someone yanking you back by your hair as you felt a blade to your throat.

"look what do we have here, what the little princess is doing here." one of the suitors said close to your ears as he pressed the knife harder into your neck.

"maybe we could make use of that, with the princess with us, i think the king would surrender" he smirks as he speaks in your ears, but his words shock your core.

the king? so the person who shot antinous and string the bow was Odysseus all along? but how? does that mean...

before you could think any further you felt the suitor dragging you by your hair to somewhere and before you know it he dragged you to a room filled with suitors and weapons.

"brothers look at who i got here, she'll help us make the king surrender, unless he wants the future princess of ithaca turning into pieces" he said as he throws you harshly into the ground, making her hiss in pain as she hit her face hard to the ground.

"do worry princess, we won't hurt you much, well unless the king didn't listen to us." said another suitor as he took a fist of her hair making her look at them again.

"you're nothing but a bunch of pigs, you think you'll get away with this? the king will paint the whole palace with your filthy bloods, just you wait.." you hiss at them with hatred and fury in your eyes and voice.

they laughed at your words but you know soon the only noises they would be making is screaming and pleading for mercy.

"ohh you're really naive princess, let's see what the king is going to do when-"

"BEHIND YOU!!"

before the other suitor yell you see a spare going through the man that was as he draws his final breath before he drops dead besides you, and as you look at the person who did this your eyes feels with hope. Telemachus.

"leave. her. alone."

he said in a dangerous tone as he pointed his spear at the other suitors. but they didn't seem to care about his threat one of them grab you and puts a sword to your neck.

"be careful young prince, we don't play fair." he said as he smirked as he pressed the sword to your neck. before he looked at the other suitors.

"STOP!" scream Telemachus at them as he saw the suitor holding his spouse with a sword that started to slowly cut the skin in her neck drawing a little bit of blood.

"brothers, we got company and he made a grave mistake, left the weapons room unlocked and now they're ours to take. brothers come and arm yourselves! there's a chance for us to win! we can still defend the king if we all attack the prince!!"

"NO!!" you scream as you see the men attacking your spouse as he tries to fight them but fails since they're more and he was alone against them. you saw them as they held him down to the ground.

"let the king obey our commands! cause if he won't I'll break the kid's hands" said the suitor as he stood before Telemachus looking down at him with a wild smirk on his face.

"got him!" said the suitor but before he could have his sweet victory a sword stab him through his chest. the other suitors stood shocked as they saw the sense before them, and saw the suitor trying to mumble something but was cut off by the person who stab him.

"mercy? mercy!?" you heard as the suitor dropped dead as you saw Odysseus standing behind him holding a bow now, he's the same man who shot antinous and he's holding the same bow, that's definitely Odysseus.

he then started shoting the suitors one by one as he started with the one holding you, he shot an arrow that was so near to your face but instead it stabbed the man behind you right in the eye which made him drop his sword as he lay on the ground dead.

you fail to the ground as you step away from the dead body. Telemachus takes his chance as he quickly runs to you as he kneels beside you. "my love, are you alright? did they hurt you?" you can hear the worries and fear in his voice as he starts checking on you.

as you saw him you quickly threw yourself at him clinging into his tunic, he didn't waste anytime as he held you closer sitting you on your feet. "we need to get you out of here now!" he said as he holds your hand before taking his spear as he starts taking you away from all the chaos as he takes you to an empty room away from everything.

"you stay here and don't come out at any cost, until i come back you'll lock yourself here okay?" he said as he held your face in his hands as he tried to wipe away the blood on your face.

"but Telemachus what about you? you were about to die right there!" you said as you were still clinging to his clothes as if he would disappear if you let go. you didn't wanna risk him going out and getting killed, what if the suitors got him again? what if the king shot him not knowing it's his son?

"I'll be fine, just promise me you'll stay here, please" he said with pleading in his eyes, you know he can't risk losing you and you should trust him but you couldn't help but worry.

"okay.. just please do die.." you said as you slowly let go of his tunic looking at him with teary eyes. "i won't, i promise" he said as he kissed your forehead before letting go of your hand as he left the room allowing you to close it behind him.

after a while of locking yourself in the room, everything gets quiet, no more screaming, no sounds of arrows crashing into the bodies and walls, that when you become sure that everything ends.

you slowly open the door as you start looking around. no one, only blood and dead bodies. then you remember your spouse and get worried.

you start running around the palace trying to look for Telemachus but as you get into the throne room you found him.

but you didn't move. he wasn't alone.

he was there, hugging with Odysseus, his father. they were hugging and crying and that twisted something inside you.

Odysseus is the only one who shows up, but that couldn't be right? 600 men and only one to come back? you try to lie to yourself, not to believe what you didn't wanna believe, but in the end it was clear.

he was the only one to come back.

you stand away staring at them more than you'd like to admit, you didn't even notice that they broke the hug as Odysseus gaze turned to you.

Telemachus followed his father's gaze as it landed on you, he smiled as he saw you. but his smile slowly faded as he saw your expression. then he realized what she must be thinking.

Telemachus was about to open his mouth but before any words could come out, you turn around and start running away from the senses before you.

Telemachus tried to scream your name but you didn't listen as you were focusing on getting as far away from here.

Odysseus just looked at his son and then to where this woman was standing, he knows that this woman meant something to his sons and he noticed their matching rings.

"oh gods.. i need to go after her" said Telemachus as he let go of his father as he was about to chase after his spouse before Odysseus stops him.

"what's happening here?"

you were crying your eyes dry as you sat behind a large tree, you couldn't face that fact that the person you've been waiting for your entire life was just a lie..

you were sitting under a tree in the forest near the palace, the same place you and Telemachus first met. but you didn't wanna see him, the last thing you wanted was seeing him now.

you lived your whole life hoping and praying, waiting 20 years on someone you never and would never know, he'll always be the person you always but never meant to see.

your father.

see Telemachus with his father crash you even more, why are you jealous? you have no right to be jealous. just because your hopes were false doesn't mean Telemachus doesn't deserve it. you were being selfish.

why? why would the gods make you hope and wait on someone, making you pray every day for his return, wasting your years hoping and pleading only for him to not come?

you understand life was never fair and it doesn't always give you what you wanted, but why? and why's she crying for something she never even had in the first place?

as you continue crying you start hearing a voice calling, you know who that voice belongs to but refused to answer. no you want to be alone.

Telemachus continues calling your name but there's no use. he knows how hard it must has been for her, after all he was the only thing she has, or at least the thought of him.

as he continues walking he suddenly starts hearing soft sobs coming from behind a tree as he gets close to it. and when he finally gets there he sees her. he sees his love, his light, his soul and the only thing that ever matters to him. his queen, he sees her sitting on the ground crying and sobbing softly looking fergal and weak..

"my love?" said Telemachus as he started walking closer to her as he kneels beside her. she was digging her face in her knees cover her whole face as her grip around herself looked almost hurtful.

"my love.. it's me, Telemachus.." he said as he touched her shoulder gently trying to ease her tension but she didn't even move, he was getting more worried now.

"listen love i know it's hard for you, you've been waiting for a long time only for it to.." Telemachus cut himself mid sentence, he knows that this is the last thing she wanted to hear right now. as he opens his mouth to talk again she speaks first.

"i have no right to be upset.. i didn't have him in the first place to lose him, i didn't have a family so I don't have a right to complain when it's gone." you said with the same broken and weak voice, you hated it, you didn't want anyone to ever see you like this, specially Telemachus.

"that's not right." said Telemachus softly as she put his hand on yours trying to make you feel his presence. "you always had a family, me! I was and I'll always be here for you and my mom too, you always had a family and home, yes it might hurt that you never get to mean your father but that doesn't mean you don't have a family, I'll be your family, and so is my mom and everyone in the palace. it's your home [y/n]"

he said as he started taking your hand away from your face, you didn't try to stop him. he held your face in his hands as he looked at you with the same adoration he always looked at you with.

"I'm here my love, always and forever. do you hear me? I'm never going to leave no matter what." he said as he starts wiping your tears away with his gentle hands. you couldn't help but throw yourself at him hugging him tightly as you hide your face in his chest. he didn't waste any time holding you tighter as if you'd run again if he let you go.

you stayed like this for a moment before he spoke again breaking the silence. " i told my father about your dad.. he said he died a hero and he'll always remember him, and also want me to give you something" he said as you guys pulled away a little, you were a little calm now.

he then held your hands before he takes something out of his pocket as he puts it in your hands.

it was a red ribbon, it looked damaged and even old. but it looked as if someone was taking care of it even with how damaged it looked.

"my father said that it was your father's he used to wear it and now you deserve to have it" you felt tears building up in your eyes again but you smiled.

"it's beautiful.. I'll make sure to take care of it." you said before you wiping your tears away as you held the only thing left of your father in your hands.

Telemachus then takes it from you as he takes your hand and starts wrapping it around your hand.

"also my father wants to meet you, he said he didn't wanna miss anything about his son and he wanted to mean the future queen of ithaca" said Telemachus as he wink at you making you chuckles at his remakes as he wrapped the whole ribbon around your arm.

"then i guess we should be going, it's not a good idea to keep the king of ithaca waiting for any longer" you said as you try to stand up but Telemachus pulled you down again making you fall into his arms.

"nah, he's with my mom right now.i guess they need their time, so how about we stay here for a while my queen?" he said as he grins at you making you laugh softly.

"as you wish, my king" you said before cupping his face softly kissing every corner of his face.

even if you never knew your real family, it doesn't matter. you have Telemachus and that's all that matters to you.

note: the end is kinda rushed sorry... but this takes me so long and i needed to finish it, i may make another version because i had two ideas for this scenario soooo maybe who knows . anyway i hope y'all like it!!!

[pyro-les]

Jealousy- Rio Vidal X Reader

918 words - warnings: none

Based on a request by @baysha1822

"You know, Agatha put together a pretty good coven, you gotta give her that."

"I don't know the green witch is pretty weird. She's definitely hiding something." Jen replies, Lilia and Alice humming in agreement. Rio was definitely the most suspicious of the group and considering they had a witch who had a rune hiding their identity and one of the most feared witches of all time, literally known for killing her own coven it was a pretty high bar.

"We're doing alright on strength though, Y/N is clearly pretty powerful." Lilia adds to the discussion.

"Pretty cute too." Alice replies, everyone agreeing yet again as they look behind them to Y/N strolling casually along the road while chatting to Teen. What they didn't realise was Rio walking ahead of them was listening to their conversation her anger steadily growing.

She may not have known most of the coven long but she was really starting to dislike them, how dare they start talking about Y/N like that? Did they not realise who they were messing with?

Sitting around a small campfire in attempt to bond Y/N poses a new discussion topic, "what did you guys do in the blip?". A loaded topic to say the least.

The group all pause for a moment, fearing she had said something wrong Y/N started to speak again "You don't have to answer that. I don't know why I asked that, I'm sorry." For someone so powerful she sure could be pretty shy.

The awkward tension dissapears as soon as it had arisen as the group start to chuckle, mixed responses of "don't worry hun.", and "no harm done hot stuff" each reply more flirtatious then the last.

"Well as you know I was pretty busy at the start of it. Alot of backlog to get through you know." Rio spoke with a chuckle. The others all turned to look at her with curiosity, they were clearly missing something that Y/N seemed to know if her small laugh at Rio's responses was anything to go by.

"You're laughs so pretty" Jen says to Y/N, who muffles out a small "thanks, I guess." In reply. Considering how much Rio complemented the witch it was ridiculous just how awkward she was responding to them.

"It really is! Everything about you is pretty." Alice adds on honestly.

Oh this was too much, Rio thought. How dare these poor excuses for witches keep flirting with her Y/N? Did they not get the message the last gods knows how many times they tried to flirt with her only for Rio to pull her closer or change the topic.

Y/N looked over to Rio, sensing her tension rising. Trying to help calm her she says to the rest of the coven "thanks but you guys really don't need to keep complementing me so much."

Taking her statement as Y/N simply being humble Jen takes an extra step too far, " Oh your cute, do you really think you don't deserve the praise? I'm starting to think you actually don't get compliments anywhere near enough if your response is anything to go by."

Now seething with anger Rio steps in "Do you really think that? That I wouldn't compliment her enough, that I'm not enough?!"

"Chill out dude, she's just being nice" Alice replies quickly followed by Lilia asking "what do you mean, you're not enough?" Clearly the only one to pick up her specific wording other than Agatha who had been watching with a small smirk, enjoying watching the sparks fly.

Standing up with her knife in hand Rio starts to stalk towards the rest of the coven with a smile on her face "She told you to stop, is that not enough? I don't care if you're just "being nice", she's mine!"

Clearly not taking her seriously Jen keeps digging her grave "Oh I get it, you're jealous she'll like us more than you?" Looking over to Y/N still sitting awkwardly on the log across from her she adds on "what do you say cutie?"

Bringing her knife right to her throat Rio seethes out "Enough! Do you really have no care for your own life? Is this really how you'd like to go? Because I'd be more than happy to assist if that's your plan." Lilia and Alice watch with baited breath, too scared to do anything while Agatha still watches from the side letting out the occasional laugh.

Jen just smiles up at Rio, maybe she really did have a death wish.

Finally stepping in again Y/N walks towards Rio and snakes her arms around her waist hushing in her ear "It's ok baby."

Leaning back into Y/N's touch, Rio starts to calm down a bit but not letting go of her knife currently still against Jen's throat as a small drip of blood starts trailing down her chest. Y/N runs one of her hands along Rio's arm, slowly going up to hold her hand gripping her dagger and bringing her hand away from Jens throat.

Finally calm Rio puts her dagger back in it's sheath and turns towards Y/N, her hands automatically going to her waist.

"Well that was fun." Agatha finally speaks up, breaking the silence.

"What was?" Teen asks, walking towards the group, looking over curiously to Rio and Y/N now standing close together side by side.

Laughing Alice replies "Oh you have missed so much kid."

A/N: this is my first AAA fic and I wrote it pretty fast so I apologise if any of the characters a bit OOC. That being said if you did enjoy it please let me know if you'd like more Rio fics and if you have any requests my askbox is open:)

[amhrosina]

Be My Baby

Summary: Frank takes you on a weekend trip to his cabin after you have a rough week at work. Your first stop? The enormous bathtub with enough room for soooo many activities.

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader Word Count: 2.8k

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a/n: hello! i'm back! my personal life is still a wreck but i missed writing for frank. this is probably the most self indulgent fic i've ever written lol it is quite literally the most ooey-gooey romantic plot before the softest smut imaginable. what can i say? i'm a hoe for soft frank. enjoy & thank you to the nonnie that requested something similar to this!

warnings: softest smut imaginable, fluff to the max, 'i'm an asshole to everyone except you' trope, a teensy little bit of crybaby reader if you squint, frank would burn the world for reader, reader is sOoOoO in love with frank (who isn't??), they're both a little wrapped up in each other's world and don't give a shit about what's happening outside of them type of vibes, pet names, etc.

From what you had seen, Frank’s cabin was cozy and warm, but since your arrival half an hour ago, you’d only had the luxury of soaking in the tub while Frank took care of unloading the car. He’d insisted on doing it alone, claiming his girl shouldn’t have to lift a finger for anything, and honestly after the week you’d had, you were temporarily glad he was as stubborn as a mule. You were sure that sentiment would fade the next time you were feeling bratty, but for now, you tried your best to relax and forget what an awful week it had been at work.

The heat of the bath water sent a wave of goosebumps down your spine, enticing a low groan from your lips. Sinking further into the water, you realized just how big the tub was. It stretched at least six feet across and was almost deep enough to stand, clearly a custom made feature of the cabin. You supposed Frank probably needs the room, being as large a man as he is. Still, it felt like you were in a luxurious hot tub, rather than a regular bathtub.

“There’s a button to turn on the jets if you want ‘em.”

Frank’s gentle voice carried across the bathroom, startling you from your relaxed state. You hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned, eyeing his powerful figure as he made his way toward you and sat on the edge of the tub. It was easy to get lost in the way he moved, and you tried your best to not stare at the muscles straining against the black longsleeve he was wearing.

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to softly run his knuckles along the curve of your damp cheek. He was always gentle with you, but the desire to take care of you was even more present in his eyes than usual. It really had been a shitty week.

“This place is amazing.” You said in awe, turning your face away to hide your grin. His hand, already knowing what you were trying to do, softly gripped your jaw and turned it back to face him.

“You barely saw the place.” He chuckled.

“Whose fault is that?” You raised an eyebrow at him and sat up, fully exposing your bare chest to him. His eyes briefly flicked down to your nipples, hardening as the cool air touched them, before returning his gaze upwards. “Get in. There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

He nodded and stood, but began walking in the opposite direction of the bath. You furrowed your brow, watching him tug his shirt off and throw it on the counter. When he saw your expression, he grinned.

“Hang on. I brought something for you.”

“What do you mean?” You called after him, but he was already moving again.

He disappeared through the doorway, generating even more confusion, before returning with an assembly of things tucked under his arms. You watched as he worked his way around the room, placing various objects here and there until finally he flicked off the lights and turned to face you again.

The room was now aglow with flickering candle light, coating Frank’s looming figure in a warm haze. He’d gone for mostly unscented, knowing how strong smells could give you headaches, but had left in a few lavender candles because he knew how much it relaxed you. He also managed to sneak an entire bottle of champagne into the car without you noticing, of which he was pouring into two flutes. You blinked back tears as he handed you your glass, unable to express how warm your chest felt at the effort he was putting in to make you feel better.

“Frank.” You murmured, smiling bashfully, “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” 

“‘s what you deserve.” He shrugged, stepping out of the rest of his clothes. 

He sank into the tub next to you, tugging your body against his in a swift motion. He sat with his back against the edge, allowing you to easily settle your knees on either side of his thighs, facing him in the dim room. You sat just a little taller than him at this angle - chest pressed against his warm skin, arms resting on his broad shoulders - and God, he looked divine. The drive had taken a few hours, just long enough for the stubble to return to his cheeks after this morning’s shave, giving him a rugged look that you thought was just so handsome. You were unable to resist the temptation of running your nails over it in a soft scratch, eliciting a groan from deep in Frank’s chest. The rumble reverberated through your chest as you pressed yourself fully against him, seeking more of his affection. He tugged your head down onto his shoulder and began running his fingers along the base of your neck in a soothing pattern.

“You never answered my question earlier.” He murmured, resting his jaw against your head. “You okay, sweet girl?”

You sighed, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment as you mulled over your feelings. You were a sensitive soul to begin with, and your boss had been on edge all morning when he finally snapped at you for something you had no control over, which ultimately had you tearing up for the rest of the day. When you’d walked through the door crying, Frank’s eyes flashed violently between anger at your boss and sympathy for you. The sympathy had won, and now you were in a beautiful cabin in upstate New York, wrapped in his strong arms. Still, you weren’t sure how you were going to deal with your boss’ temper when you returned to work on Monday.

“I don’t know,” you finally replied, shrugging, “Can you ask me again later?”

You felt his cheeks widen into a small grin. He nodded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t think I won’t.” He teased, calling you on your avoidant tendencies before you could even notice them yourself.

“How long have you had this place?” You wondered, nuzzling into his heated skin.

“I bought it a few months after Maria and the kids.” He said softly, almost whispering when he had to relay his wife’s name aloud. “Thought maybe I was done with the city. Change can be good, ya’ know?”

“But you came back.” You lifted your head from his shoulder so you could look him in the eyes. 

“But I came back.” He parroted, nodding. “And then I met you.”

“And you stayed.” You finished for him.

“Of course I stayed. Couldn’t leave you behind, sweet girl. ‘ve been sweet on you since the day I met you.”

This was true. From the moment you’d met, he’d been nothing but gentle and kind toward you. You had no idea, of course, that this type of behavior was incredibly far away from Frank Castle’s usual attitude until you’d met Matt Murdock, who was so shocked at Frank’s subdued personality and general softness around you that Frank had to physically close Matt’s gaping jaw for him.

“But you never sold the place?” You questioned.

“I figured we might need somewhere to run away to every once in a while. Are you mad that I didn’t tell you about it before today? I wanted it to be a surprise.”

For a moment, he looked genuinely worried that he might’ve upset you.

“How could I be mad when I’m sitting in this enormous tub, surrounded by candles and champagne, pressed up against the man of my dreams?”

He smiled then, and you could tell it was a genuine smile because of the way his cheeks dimpled at the corner of his laugh lines. It was an award winning smile, you thought. You gently set the empty champagne glasses on the edge of the tub before cupping his cheeks in your hands.

“My Frankie,” you mumbled, running your thumbs across his cheekbones, “What would I do without you?”

You really hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but every time you looked at him, you felt yourself being pulled closer and closer to him. His compassion and kindness toward you, even after everything he’d been through, was something you couldn’t avoid leaning into. All your life you’d been taking care of others, and finally, here was someone begging to take care of you.

“You don’t have to worry about that, okay? ’m here to stay.” He mumbled, bringing the pads of your fingertips to his lips for individual, soft kisses. “I love you, and ‘m gonna take care of you forever.”

Tears welled in your eyes as an overwhelming rush of emotion passed over you. In your arms was a man that should’ve been bitter and angry at the world around him. He had earned the right to become spiteful and hardened, and no one could fault him for that. And yet - and yet - in your arms was a man that loved you with his entire being. Who understood you at your core, saw the dark parts of you, and loved those parts even more. Who was soft for no one but you. Who you loved, too.

A tear slid down your cheek as you kissed him, long and slow and sensual because you wanted nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and never let go. He smiled into the kiss, cradling your head with his beautiful, calloused hands. It wasn’t enough. You needed his gentle touch everywhere. Pressing yourself against him, you felt yourself sliding along his achingly hard cock, raising the already warm temperature in the room to searing. Heat pulsed between your legs, begging to be touched.

“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before following the curve of your jawline to your neck, “My pretty, sensitive girl.”

The praise made your head swim. You rocked your hips again, sliding along his length until you were hovering directly over him, waiting for the go ahead to sink down. He grunted, pressing open mouthed kisses up your throat before coaxing your hips lower and lower. You gasped when he finally pushed into you, and Frank took the opportunity to lick the inside of your gaping mouth as he did so. You shuttered against him, wanting everything he had to offer and more.

“P-please, Frankie.” You murmured, arching your back as he bucked his hips upwards.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He breathed, wrapping one of his enormous hands around the back of your head, forcing you to look down at him as you rode him. His other arm was wrapped around your torso, tugging your hips forward and back to stimulate your clit against the base of his cock. It was such an erotic way to be held that you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. He leaned his head against your forehead and kissed the tears that made their way down your flushed skin. “Tell me, sweet girl.”

“I l-love you.” You purred, stuttering as he made his way down your body, kissing everywhere he could reach. When he got to your pebbled nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath. He knew exactly how to get you off, and he was staring right at them.

“I love you too, pretty girl.” He grinned and pressed a chaste kiss to each of your nipples, eliciting a pornographic moan from deep in your chest. 

He continued to push and pull your hips in a steady rhythm, grinding your clit against his pelvis as you bounced up and down his length. Slowly, in a teasing manner that had a new wave of fresh, needy tears streaming down your cheeks, he leaned forward and circled his tongue around the sensitive nub. You whined with impatience as he pulled away, only to offer the same kitten lick to your other breast. You knew he would take care of you like he always did, but his teasing was making your entire body tremble with anticipation. 

“I know, I know,” he cooed, kissing the valley between your breasts, “‘t’s okay, baby. Be patient. I’ll take care of you.”

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as you let out a mewl. You felt the hand Frank had been using to hold your head steady loosen its grip, and suddenly, he was softly wiping the tears away from under your eyes with his thumbs.

“You’re doing so good for me, bunny.” He murmured, and you very nearly came at the pet name he loved to praise you with. “‘m gonna make you feel real good, okay?”

“Please,” you begged, digging your fingers into his shoulders, “Need you.”

That was all it took for Frank to finally snap. In one swift motion, he wrapped his lips around your breast and began to run his tongue across your sensitive nipple. His hand traveled from cradling your cheek to rubbing small, sloppy circles around your pulsing clit. You keened, overcome with so much pleasure that you felt your entire body trembling against Frank’s.

The bathroom was big enough for your soft moans to echo, and other than the sloshing of the bath water, that was the sound Frank heard as you came apart on top of him. Your head was spinning as the heat in your gut finally found its release, uncoiling in waves of overwhelming pleasure that sent you reeling. 

“That’s it,” he breathed, “Just like that, pretty girl. You’re so good for me, baby.”

His fingers hadn’t stopped circling your clit. You were quickly growing overstimulated and conflicted, wanting nothing more than to keep riding him while also needing to get away from his dexterous and sinful fingers. He watched you for a moment, in awe - the way your lips parted every time a moan slipped out of your mouth, the heaving of your chest as your heart rate tried and failed to return to normal, the intense trembling of your limbs every time he circled your clit. He wasn’t worthy. He knew that. He didn’t care. He’d take care of you for as long as you’d let him, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

“F-Frankie,” you stuttered in between heaving breaths, “I can’t- I’m- It’s sensitive.”

“Shh, sh, sh, sh, I know, baby. I know,” he cooed, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone and up your neck, “Can you give me one more, bunny? Be good and give me one more.”

You shuttered against him, resting your forehead against his and breathing out a sultry whine. He continued his onslaught of kisses along your jawline, following the upward curve of your chin until his lips were on yours again. His agile tongue swept into your mouth mid-moan, sending heat into your already molten core.

“Wanna feel you come around me again, baby.” He groaned and tightened his hold around your torso, sweeping his tongue along your bottom lip before capturing your mouth in his again. 

He had brought you to the brink again already. You squeezed around him, earning a rare groan from Frank. The usually stoic and quiet man let out another sinful moan when you arched your back and squeezed again. He was as close as you were to the edge, and God, the tension was palpable. 

Finally, in a moment of pure bliss, he nipped at your bottom lip and let out a soft, barely there whimper, which sent you careening off the edge and into oblivion. You could feel yourself clenching around him as you came, but your head had been sent straight to a euphoric haze. Your heart thundered in your chest as Frank wrapped his arms around your torso and held you tight against his chest, coming inside your sensitive, throbbing pussy. 

You’d both worked yourselves into a haze, high off each other’s touch. The comedown was gentle and warm - soft caresses of each other’s skin, chaste kisses pressed to collarbones and fingertips, thundering heartbeats slowing in unison. The bath water was surprisingly still warm, and you couldn’t help but nuzzle into Frank’s chest with languorous, droopy eyes.

“You okay?” He asked, running his fingers up the length of your spine.

You nodded into his chest, sighing. “I’m perfect.”

“‘m glad.” He responded, kissing your forehead lightly. “‘m sorry you had such a rough week.”

“I’m not.” You giggled, glancing around at the luxurious bathtub you were in. “This place is like a dream.”

He held you tighter against him, resting his chin on your head before responding. 

“You don’t know the half of it, pretty girl.”

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I loved Subdue so much. I was wondering if you had an idea if it was switched and Bucky and his Omega in a situation of sorts.

That's my girl!

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader Warnings: Mature Content | Minors DNI | Dialogue Rich | Fluff | Smut | Unhinged Alpha!Bucky | Posessive! Bucky | Wall sex | Edging!? | Language | Good friend Sam | one non-descriptive bruise | Omega!Reader to the rescue of another omega | One punch to a misogynistic pig (Bucky didn't get his hands on the said pig yet) | Lemme know if I'm missing anything | WC: ~2.6k A/N: Eeeee! I'm so glad you enjoyed Subdue. Thank you for sending this ask, my sweet anon! I'd like to think that Steve has a rebellious streak while Bucky tends to handle things more subtly. This is how, I believe, Bucky would go about it. I hope you enjoy reading! I'm going through a weird case of 'trembles before publishing,' you see. Kindly be gentle with me. Some validation would mitigate fears (so I've heard 🙂‍↕️🥹) This is my submission for the 108th Birthday Celebration of our dearest Sgt. I was so excited for this event, and I really, really, really wanted to write for his birthday, but things didn't pan out the way I'd anticipated. Anyhoo, don't mind me MARCHing into Madness! I'll try and finish as many squares as I can. 🩷🥹 Thank you for hosting this event @avengers-assemble-bingo 🫂😘 Prompt: That's My Girl! (Being too creative with my title now, aren't I? 🤭) Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

****

Thud.

Sam closes his car door and straightens up, his gaze scanning up and down the street before turning to you. His car is parked along the curb on the two-way road before the small convenience store. He's carrying what surely looks like a first-aid kit, and you audibly groan.

"I'm fine, Samuel." You call out from where you're sitting on the sidewalk. Sam rolls his eyes. At least, that's what you gather in the dusky lights of the empty streets. He checks both ways and crosses briskly.

The weather's turned awfully cold since last night. A sharp gust wafts over the bruise on your hand, and it stings.

Ouch!

But you won't admit that to Sam. He's a worrier. Plus, a high chance he'll dramatize the extent of the situation and relay it to Bucky.

He lowers himself beside you, cuts through the sealed wrapper, and pops open the latch on the first-aid kit.

"Brand new?" You muse. Another gust of wind has you flinching, and Sam's frown deepens.

"She's fine. She says," he mutters under his breath. You roll your eyes but let it slide. You need first aid, but you definitely don't need the fuss.

"Are you gonna tell him?" You ask, voice barely audible. Sam doesn't immediately answer. He tips the isopropyl alcohol over your bruise.

"OWW!!!" You yelp, jerking slightly as the sting shoots up your arm. Sam stops for a second, giving a little respite before he's tending the bruise.

After a painfully long minute of hissing as he applies Neosporin, you ask again. "Sam," you say, watching as he secures the gauze around your forearm. He simply hums.

"Are you gonna tell him?" You ask again, firmly this time.

"And what? Tell him his girl went Karate Kid on some alpha who happens to be a cop? And that I came in time to intervene but didn't finish the bastard off? Your man will kill me. So, no, thank you." Sam says, his tone resolute.

You sigh in relief.

"You'll do it, anyway," he adds casually.

"What do you mean I'll do it?" You narrow your eyes.

"We both know you will," he says in a sing-song voice, annoyingly so, which very much gets on your nerves because he's right.

It's hard to keep things from Bucky. A minute shift in your mood, and he knows. Maybe it's the bond. Maybe you're just a simp for him. And now, you're kinda fearing the consequences because you just beat an alpha--albeit a conceited, misogynistic pig--and a cop. And you're afraid of what fate Bucky will decide for him.

"I could just tell him I fell, you know?" You insist indignantly.

"Uh-huh," Sam deadpans as he rises to his feet. He eyes you carefully. "How's that leg? You good to walk?"

You nod. "You'd make an amazing chiropractor as a side gig, Mr. Falcon." And it's not a lie--your leg feels much better now. You take his extended hand and slowly stand up.

"Who knows? Maybe that's what I'll retire with," Sam muses.

"Sure," you joke. Sam can't stay away from saving the world--that's a fact!

"I'll tell Steve we'll have to postpone the lunch plans for tomorrow," Sam reminds, gesturing toward your bruise.

"Oh. Yeah. Also, do not tell Steve about this…"

"I won't," he assures you. "I'll make up some excuse. We don't need two angry alphas on the loose." You agree.

He helps you into your car and waits. "Sure you can drive alright?"

"Like I said before, I'm fine," you smile.

He nods. "Now, get home safe and shoot me a text. Alright?"

"Alright."

Sam turns, walking to his car across the street. "And Sam?" You call after him. He pauses mid-step and turns.

"Thank you," you say sincerely. And you mean it. Because if Sam hadn't been there, things might've turned into a real mess.

Thank god for Sam needing groceries at this deserted hour. Thank god for Sam choosing this particular store. Thank god for Sam's vigilant eyes.

Sam nods once. "Don't thank me. Just think about whether you can manage to not poke the Bucky bear?"

"Oh, I will," you assure him with conviction.

Bucky's supposed to come tomorrow around noon. As for how you're gonna break it to him, you'll have enough time to practice. You could totally make up a story and say you stumbled and fell. Will he buy it? You're just gonna try really hard. Maybe that blue lacy number will come in handy.

Yes.

You got this!

You totally got this!

~

You don't got this!

You should've known better.

When Bucky calls you a couple of hours later, you don't immediately pick up. He calls again, and you do answer the second time--but not before taking a few deep breaths, psyching yourself up not to spill your guts.

Half a minute into the conversation, he's asking--demanding--what's wrong. And for a fucking second, you thought you were doing an amazing job.

Ugh!

So, you do tell him in bits and pieces, trying to say it as smoothly, as passively as possible--hoping, nay, praying that your alpha isn't about to go on a bone-breaking fest.

'There's this man, Bucky. He was misbehaving with a poor girl--seemed to me like an unmated omega, you see. I had to tell him off. But don't worry, Sam was there, too. We also ensured the girl got home safe.'

'But I hurt my hand in the process, though. Nothing deep.'

'Just a bruise,' which hurt like a bitch. You don't tell him the latter part, of course.

'But Sam had an ointment, and it's almost healed.' Lie. You'll probably go see a doctor if the pain doesn't subside.

Technically, you didn't lie. Right?

"I love you. Stay home, and don't move your ass," Bucky growls into the phone.

"Bucky, I'm home. And I'm perfectly fine, okay?" You assure him.

You hear a sigh. It's an angry sigh. Marred with frustration and helplessness.

"Alpha, I love you," you say gently. And you can feel the shift in his mood through the phone. Then, Bucky purrs. You feel an instant soothing calmness wash over you. He chuckles, low and deep, and you smile.

"I love you so fucking much," he rasps.

"I'll see you in a few hours." He adds. This part sounds more like he's assuring himself.

"I'm eagerly waiting," you whisper.

Post-mission sex is usually unhinged. In fact, Bucky's a very touchy person with you, and any distance makes him antsy. He rarely takes long missions, but this one just needed his expertise.

You glance down at the neatly tied gauze on your forearm. Maybe you should switch it out for a smaller bandage and make it look less intense.

Anything to convince him that you're fine.

Before you fell asleep, you texted Sam, saying, 'The bear is poked, Sam. The bear is very much poked.' Little did you know, Bucky had called Sam to drill him with questions and got all the details he needed. To be fair, you both didn't stand a chance with Bucky Barnes. Now, did you?

****

Bucky's got a list.

Not the amends list.

A priority list. A simple one, too.

First? You. Always you.

Second? The assholes who mess with you.

And he makes it a point to rearrange their guts in whatever way he pleases. No one fucking harms you and gets away with it.

'I handled it, Bucky,' You'd told him on the call, and Bucky knows you did.

You're capable. Smart like a whip.

'Bucky, he's a cop!' Sam warned him earlier, which meant, 'Don't dare be stupid about it.'

Cop or not, that fucktard of an alpha messed with you. His omega. His mate. His girl. He's absolutely going to pay that shithead a visit! It's customary.

~

Bucky likes to think he did heed Sam's words, 'Be rational, Bucky.'

He walks down the elongated, winding paths and knocks on the door at the far end of the hallway. The water dripping from the faulty water cooler at the entrance down the hallway is achingly loud to his enhanced ear.

No response.

Bucky understands it's 3 AM, but he's got a jet scheduled to take the team home in 5 hours. With the pretext of going for a walk--which is what Bucky told Steve--he drove half an hour to get here. Bucky's in a hurry and impatient. He knocks again, more forcefully this time.

"Hold on!" he hears the frustrated voice, followed by some curses, and then footsteps approach.

The door creaks open.

"Wha…" The green-eyed man stops mid-word, eyes widening in shock, clearly taken aback to see the former Winter Soldier standing at his doorstep.

Rhodey Mitts looks just as lanky and pale. He reminds Bucky of Steve before the serum. Except taller. And definitely paler.

Bucky doesn't miss the way Rhodey stiffens, shoulders twitching as he rocks back on his heels, trying his absolute best to look casual.

Subtly, Bucky takes a step back, just enough to avoid spooking the omega, who looks like he might faint.

"I need your help," Bucky says evenly, leaving introductions aside, knowing fully that Rhodey knows who he is. At least the tactile suit and metal arm are a dead giveaway. The last time he visited the kid, Bucky was just out of Wakanda and sporting an entirely different look.

Rhodey scratches his neck and clears his throat. He finally looks Bucky in the eye, "Look. I don't wanna get into any trouble…"

"You won't," Bucky pipes in, assuring.

Rhodey seems to think for a painstakingly long minute, and Bucky adds, "I just need to see security footage. Pike Street in Brooklyn. Around evening."

That piques Rhodey's curiosity.

"Look, a cop's involved, and I can't be snooping around on official channels being an…Avenger." Bucky begrudgingly explains.

It's fucking annoying how every little thing gets flagged, and then HR sucks his soul like a dementor. Hopefully, Tony and Steve quicken the process of breaking the Avengers' coalition with SHIELD protocols.

Thankfully, that explanation seems enough for Rhodey, who opens the door wide.

Bucky follows him through a narrow, inconspicuous door set into the false wall, stepping into a small, dimly lit room lined with countless monitors. It's barely big enough for one person, and the damp, overworked air conditioner croaks in protest. Bucky crouches slightly, leaning against the empty side wall to avoid hitting his head.

"Address," Rhodey asks as he boots up a monitor.

Bucky repeats the location, adding an approximate time. After a few attempts and tapping into various commercial surveillance feeds, he finally sees what he's here for.

"You… you can sit and watch… I'll… I'll just…" Rhodey gestures vaguely before stepping aside and standing to make space for the supersoldier.

Bucky doesn't mention that he can see the screen just fine from across the room, but he takes the seat anyway, rolling out the tension in his neck.

The video zooms to an empty street, and then he sees movement. A girl is walking down the street, and not far behind her, there's a guy.

The asshole, Bucky thinks.

Bucky switches to another angle, his breath hitching when he sees you stepping down from the car and hastily walking toward the duo. You interfere, and although Bucky can't hear a word, he comprehends you threatening the man, and the man loses his grip on the scared girl.

Though he already knows you handled it and made it home safe, his chest tightens, and his pulse spikes the moment he sees the man grab your forearm. In the next second, you land a sharp punch, catching the guy off guard. He stumbles but quickly regains his wits, then lunges, trying to choke you.

Big mistake.

You let him get closer, twist sharply, and using his waist as leverage, deliver a brutal kick to his gut and groin.

Bucky stares at the screen, surprised, a breathy sigh escaping him. His cock twitches. Thank goodness for the tactical pants.

"Who's the Wonder Woman?" Rhodey's breathy chuckle snaps him out.

Though Bucky can't help the pride swelling in his chest, he exclaims a little too pointedly, "That's my girl," and Rhodey quickly shifts his gaze away in an apology.

"Need his bio." Bucky nods toward the screen.

Rhodey gets to work, and in less than five minutes, Bucky knows all he needs to know about Trevor Gallar.

And now, Bucky knows exactly where to find him. He'll deal with him once he gets back home. But first, he needs to see you and feel you to make sure you're alright. He's gonna have to hurry Steve up to get home.

****

It's a mild morning, unlike yesterday. The clock ticks a quarter past eight. You've just made a cup of coffee and go to take a sip when you hear the shuffle at the door.

Your stomach clenches. Bucky isn't supposed to come until the afternoon. Then who the hell is it?

You don't waste time overthinking. Placing the coffee mug down, your fingers curl around the handle of a knife nearby.

Just in case. You can't be too careful.

Where the fuck is your phone? You tremble, scanning the room, trying to recall where you left it in your half-dazed state after waking up. But no sign of it.

Your pulse pounds against your ribs as you take a slow, deliberate step into the living room, knife steady in your grip.

The door swings open, and your gasp catches in your throat in relief and surprise

"Bucky?"

He stands there, in the doorway, looking unrealistically gorgeous in his dark, tactile suit.

He looks lethal.

Feral.

You know you're weak for him in that suit.

Actually, you're weak for him. Period.

He knows you're weak for him too.

His deep blues entrance you, and you blink, smiling at him. A second later, he's on you.

With dizzying speed, he disarms you expertly, the knife slipping from your grasp as you're pinned against the wall beside the door. His cold lips are chasing yours, hungrily devouring.

You feel all his emotions. Frustration. Relief. Claim. Everything. His metal fingers sneak up your top, his winding arm pulling you closer and upward. You're barely standing on your toes.

When you gasp for breath, Bucky breaks the kiss. He doesn't pull away, though. He's searching your eyes, and then his eyes rake over you, scanning you from head to toe, his grip shifting to your wrist as his thumb skims the skin there, your pulse dancing to the rhythm of your heart. He places a soft kiss on your cheek as you try and even your breathing.

"Where are you hurt?" He rasps against your skin, his sharp nose against your cheek, sensually enlivening your senses.

You lift your arm and spread it slightly away from your body to show him. When you feel his grip tighten around you, your eyes take in his angry stance.

"I'm okay," you say softly, with much-needed delicateness.

His jaw tightens, "I'll be the judge of that, doll," he remarks.

After careful examination, his touch feels wanting, and you're squirming. You need his hands on you. Now.

"I can smell you…" he growls. His scent intoxicates you, driving you to the brink of misery if he doesn't touch you.

"Bucky," you moan, desperately. He's pinned your injured hand away from your body in his metal arm beside you.

"That stays there," he commands.

Before you can squirm an inch, he slips his right hand into your shorts and dips it further into your panties. You let out a breathy moan, and Bucky groans in your ear, nipping it. He moves onto biting and kissing the length of your throat and jaw. You're very well on the way to falling apart without much friction.

"What's gotten you all riled up, alpha?" you ask, voice turning into a high-pitched squeal as he cups your slickened heat.

Your free hand holds his shoulder for leverage while you try squirming in his grasp for friction, and he's kind enough to let you have it.

"You," he answers, pulling you into another breathtaking kiss. And when he retreats his hand away, you all but wail in agony.

Bucky chuckles darkly. "My sweet 'mega! I'm gonna fuck you, and you'll take it, won't you?" He rasps, unbuckling his belt and deftly pushing his tactile pants down enough.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" he asks, and you shake your head almost dizzily. "Just my hand," you breathe out.

He expertly pulls you into his arms, discarding your shorts and panties. Wrapping your bare legs around his torso, he spanks you hard and you let out a lewd shriek, surely scaring your neighbors.

Bucky chuckles, pleased with himself as he squeezes your ass in a tight hold and inches inside you slowly, grunting curses and then, with one long thrust, he's fully sheathed.

For all his hurry, you thought it'd be a quickie before he took you to bed, but no. He sets a languid pace making you feel every inch of him, "Now…I'll let you cum if you tell me all about how you beat the shit out of Trevor Gallar without leaving a fucking thing out," Bucky orders.

"Who… OH FUCK!" You squeal as he pounds into you making you feel every veiny inch of his cock, and you see the whole bloody galaxy at the way pleasure lights up through your body.

You're not allowed to cum? Excuse me? That's just mean. What's he talking about...Oh, fuck!

"The guy you hit yesterday outside the store," Bucky grunts in between the thrusts, fondling your tit in a firm grip. When the realization dawns on you, the reaction is instant as you clench him tightly. He growls, baring his teeth warningly, and your eyes widen.

You never mentioned that prick's name because you don't know the prick's name.

How the fuck does Bucky know then?

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dad!franco thoughts: baby making 18+ 1.1k

“Do you know what he just told me?” Franco said as he climbed on the bed, cuddling up to your chest “he doesn’t need this chupi anymore”

He scoffed, handing you the pacifier.

“Oh?” you frowned, looking at the object in your hand — it used to be Teo’s favorite ‘chupi’, the blue one that glows in the dark. You were meant to feel relieved that he wasn’t giving you trouble about leaving the habit but lately so many of his actions were making you feel like he was growing up too fast. “Guess he’s a big boy now, huh?” he nodded “I'm gonna miss my baby”

“We can always have another one” he mumbled, drawing circles on your stomach with his finger.

“You want another kid?”

“Maybe? I just feel kinda bad for Teo, not having any kids to play with and I really liked having my sister to grow up with, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah. But it’s a lot. We got really lucky with this one, he was easy”

“Think about it?”

“Remind me to talk about this another time, yeah? Your son tired me out today”

You did talk more about it. And after multiple discussions of logistics, moving, finances, pros and cons, you were set on making Mateo an older brother.

You moved into a house, somewhere nicer and bigger where two kids would have space enough to run around and have their own rooms. Franco decided that the way to make the new house feel like a home was trying for a baby in every room possible.

You were both restless and now that he had convinced you to have another child, you wanted it bad, but it seemed that now that you were actually trying it was harder. Franco was fucking you at least twice a day, maybe four times when you were ovulating.

“Good morning” you whispered to his neck, kissing the sensitive skin.

He groaned, turning to face you but his eyes still closed “What time is it?”

“About thirty minutes till Teo wakes up”

He hummed, finally opening his eyes to look at you before kissing your lips. Franco kissed you lazily, pulling you closer by the hip. Your lips opened in a smile when his hand traveled between your thighs, pushing them apart.

His fingers danced around your inner thighs, the soft touches making you shiver. Your hands brushed his hair back when his lips brushed against your neck, his warm breath contrasting with your cool skin. You hadn’t really bothered getting dressed after an intense shower the night before so his hand quickly met your naked middle.

Franco moved till you were laying on your back, with your legs spread open. You felt his fingers climb up your legs till he was brushing against your hole. Your hand moved between his legs, reaching for his hard cock that was poking your thigh. Your hands moved slowly, his fingers smearing your wetness around to make sure you were ready for him.

He shifted on the bed again and you thought he was about to go between your legs and fuck you dumb, but no. His fingers were the ones to fill you up, in one swift motion that knocked the breath out of you.

“Fran,” you sighed “I said thirty minutes, not an hour”

“Stop being so desperate and enjoy, okay?”

You just nodded, teasing his tip in your hand as his fingers started curling up inside you. His mouth dropped to your chest kissing down till his teeth grazed your nipple. You moaned at his actions, letting yourself relax completely against his body.

When franco took your nipple into his mouth you felt your orgasm building up. Every curl of his fingers pushing you closer to the edge. You could only try to keep your moans quiet as he worked you to your limit.

He smiled against your tit when you came, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers and your thighs closed around his arm. But Franco had to pull away from your chest, just to kiss you, in a — failed — attempt to drown your moans.

“He’s never gonna get a sibling if you keep moaning like that” he joked, slipping away from your side to hover you.

“It’s your fault.” you bit back, arms folding around his neck to pull him down.

He smiled proudly before taking your lips in his. His hard tip was bushing against your cunt, so deliciously close to your clit but not exactly there. Your legs wrapped around his hips to pull him closer but he held himself up.

“Slow down, will you?” he chuckled, pushing your hips down on the bed “I know what I’m doing”

You rolled your eyes and brought your legs back down, completely spread out on the bed for him. Franco watched you for a second, spreading his palm on your stomach just to make you feel small, he loved seeing you like that. Waiting, hoping, wishing, knowing anything he did next would send shivers all over your skin.

When he brushed his tip up and down your lips you gasped, loving the teasing drag against you clit and you hole. Franco would love to tease you more, make you beg and squirm but you had a deadline. So he guided himself into you, filling you up in a swift motion again.

And it was just as magical as the first time, like you two hadn’t been fucking at least twice a day for the past month. You could swear you’d never get tired of that feeling, and Franco would say the same.

“Fran,” a soft reminder, to bring him back from the state of ecstasy “please”

You didn’t need to ask twice, his hips started fucking deep into you, brushing against all the perfect spots as you molded around him. Your mouth traveled down to his jaw, following the line to his neck, lips brushing against the sensitive skin till you placed a kiss on his scar, then another on the mole next to it before you got interrupted by a moan.

Your jaw dropped when his thumb met your clit, slowly circling it to build your pleasure. His head dropped to your shoulder as his hips lazily worked back and forth. You whispered sweet nothings to his ear, mixed with your moans as your nails ran through his hair.

It didn’t take long before Franco was spilling inside of you and you were coming around him, cunt swallowing all he had to give you.

You kissed the side of his head and hugged him close, wrapping your legs around his hips to make sure he wouldn’t move.

“Love you so so much” you whispered.

[miru667]

The whole Once-ler family is working full tilt!

Here's my full piece for the VK Onceler Zine! I was very lucky to get to be a part of it...🥹 I used concept art as my inspiration this time: [link] Keep reading below for my process vid and all my director's commentary!

Thank you for being curious! Here's a video of my WIPs:

Deadlines were TIGHT for this zine! We were given only 2 months (compared to the 6 months I had on the previous onceler zine), so to make sure I could finish on time, I decided to do only base colours and lighting, with almost no shading anywhere. Still, trying to balance all the colours took the longest for me, as you can see in the vid. xP

Also idk if anyone noticed, but for the face I chose to use an already existing onceler doodle: [link] Why? Well, why not! I really liked that doodle and I didn't want it to go to waste. 😆

Things that I enjoyed sneaking in:

-the golden spiral! Vaguely, at least! At the very least I hope your eyes can follow the order of thneed production, from the fallen tree at the window to the tuft harvesting to the thread spinning, to knitting the thneed and then drawing up plans for bigger and better things, and then ending with him pulling on his iconic glove to show he's going to take control now

-15 cents, a nail, and a great great great grandfather snail, as well as a tin pail since that's where you're supposed to deposit your payment

-combining things from the 2012 movie and concept art, the 1972 movie, and the 1971 book (e.g. that funny wrench he uses to fix pipes)

-Miss O'Schmunce-ler! You can see from the vid that I added the bracelet pretty late, because it was a late decision to have a Miss O'Schumunce-ler somewhere. I chose her to be the one picking up the pencil in the end, since she's pretty good with a pencil in the movie hehe. You guys can pretend the arms holding the phone is Miss Funce-ler.

-a thneed, a seed, and a (grickle grass) weed on the floor. The thneed is just the first of many that will soon create a giant pile. The seed lies forgotten in the corner. The weed is foreshadowing the future.

-hinting that Lorax and Once-ler were actually good friends, like they were in the Lorax musical stageplay. 🥺 I kept this part of the script in my mind for this piece:

This was aftermath Once-ler talking to the Lorax, reminiscing on their good times...and also being stupid and inconsiderate because the Lorax was in fact there all along as his friend, trying to warn him of what was going to happen. 😔

So in my zine piece we're witnessing a peaceful time before all the real biggering really starts. I like to think that in this scene, the Lorax had been sitting on the Once-ler's lap, holding his gloves for him and having a nice chat together with maybe some harmless bickering, but then the Once-ler gets a phone call so he cuts their convo short and rolls his chair over to the window to answer it. Putting business over friendship as usual, of course. Inspo for the lap sitting comes from this fanart by Emi that I love: [link]

What else...the parts that I'm proud of the most are the stool (I spent 2 days just drawing this stool), the curtains, the fact that I was able to include every truffula colour, and the Once-ler's pose. I was close to giving up on that pose because I had no idea how to draw it but I'm glad that I tried again. I wanted to show him at ease during a stage in his life that we never got to see much: the happier and more innocent days of his biggering when he only had a small shop. 😊

That's all, I think! Thanks for reading if you did! Once again it was an honour to be part of this zine!!

[callalillywrites]

A Stuck Zipper

This story is actually a longer, spin-off version of an older post response. It was meant to be a Christmas/Wintery story, but I missed that mark a little bit. It's okay though because I had a lot of fun writing this. I'm sure I can come up with something for Steve (and a couple others before the end of the year). I do hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.

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Relationship: Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader

Word Count: ~2100

Summary: It's the night of the biggest party of the year. You've been working alongside Pepper and Nat to ensure this party goes well. What you don't count on is a stuck zipper. At least, you're married to a man with a plan who's never failed to let you down.

Warnings: mostly fluff

A/N: This is my first fic since melting down last month, so please be kind to me as I try to get back into the swing of things again. I do hope this is the first of many more stories to come along with some older ones to join its ranks once more as well.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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“It’s stuck.”

You tried to turn around at Nat’s words, but she stopped you before you could wrench the tiny zipper from her hands.

It wasn’t like you hadn’t heard the smallest shreds as the zipper caught the delicate fabric and refused to let go. It’s just that this couldn’t be the thing that went wrong tonight. Of all your planning with Nat and Pepper to make this event the talk of the year, you couldn’t afford to be brought low because of a measly zipper on one of the most expensive gowns you’ve ever owned.

“How bad is it?” you asked though you couldn’t be sure you wanted to know.

Nat didn’t immediately answer, which was answer enough.

“Can we pin it or something?”

A glance at Nat’s pinched features in the mirror sent a shiver of dread down your spine.

The party would start any minute. Not only would your dress keep you from your duties, you would miss out on seeing the one person you’ve been wanting to see the past few weeks. Oh, you’d missed him something fierce while he’d been away, and now you couldn’t be certain you’d have the reunion you wanted with him.

This was supposed to be one of your biggest nights, too.

How were you going to explain your absence? How could you leave Nat and Pepper to fend for themselves? Then again, how were you supposed to help if your dress’s darn zipper was stuck halfway up your back.

In your current self-pitying state, you almost missed the way Nat’s face smoothed. Her hand had gone to the small ear comm she wore, holding it as she listened to Pepper on the other end.

You had one, too, but you’d taken it out after it started bugging you. The intention had been to replace it after you’d gotten dressed and had no more time for yourself before the party started. That had fallen by the wayside when your dress had pulled its dirty trick and kept you standing in front of your mirror debating your options.

Whatever Pepper told Nat soon tugged her signature smirk over her features, replacing her previous frown.

“Pepper is sending us reinforcements,” she said after a moment, her hand dropping from the comm.

The smirk remained as the two of you waited for whoever Pepper had sent to save the day.

Within minutes, said savior arrived.

You couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past your lips as you took in the only man that’s held your attention and your heart for so many years.

His new suit fit him to perfection, but then, you had no doubt it would after sending his measurements to the best tailor New York City had to offer. The dark navy made his blue eyes pop while the silver vest beneath his jacket brought out the sparkle you so adored whenever he glanced at you.

“Hello, sweetheart,” his deep voice echoed softly through the room. “I heard you could use my expertise.”

Nat, not at all offended at being ignored, deepened her smirk as she moved toward the open doorway. It didn’t seem to matter how much your man filled it, blocking her. Having fought at his side longer than you have, it didn’t take much for her to slip past him. Then again, that could be her spy training more than her comfort at being one of his Avenger coworkers.

As if her disappearance gave him further permission, he stepped into the room, quickly closing the distance. He didn’t stop until only a mere foot separated you. His slacks brushed the outer layers of your dress’s full skirt.

“You look ravishing, sweetheart,” he murmured, his gaze missing nothing of the silver dress you wore with the navy lace creating intricate snowflake patterns.

Putting up a hand to keep him at bay, you raised a brow. “And you, Mr. Rogers, have been hanging out with Sam and Bucky too much if you’re using ‘ravishing’ as a word to compliment me. You’re going to behave until after this party is over. Do we understand each other?”

“You are married to Captain America, sweetheart. I’m the very beacon of honor and virtue.” He held up his hand as though he were a Boy Scout though his gaze continued to twinkle. His lips twitched with the amusement he wasn’t trying too hard to conceal.

You simply shook your head. “No, I married Steven Grant Rogers. You’re the epitome of a punk from Brooklyn just as your best friend has always claimed. Never back down from a fight even when you should and have a mouth that could make a sailor blush on a good day.”

“Is that so?”

It was his turn to raise his brows though his amusement remained.

Knowing what he wanted to hear next, you sent him a softer smile, indulging him. After all, you two have done this little dance since not long after the two of you fell in love. Reaching out, you rested your hand over the small pocket of his suit jacket. His heart beat steadily beneath your palm, relaxing you as it always did.

Even as you nodded in affirmation, you added, “Yet, you’re also the man with a heart of pure gold and always help your friends and family whenever they need you. I didn’t marry the perfect soldier the U.S. Army wanted, but the good man you are and will always be. My life has been better for knowing you, and I fall more in love with you every day.”

His amusement melted into such warmth and affection that you knew he’d behave for at least a little while.

“What do you need, Mrs. Rogers?”

Pressing the softest kiss you could to his lips and not mess up your pristine makeup, you flashed him a grin before turning around to show him your dilemma.

“It’s stuck. I can’t see the problem, and Nat’s face told me pinning wouldn’t work.”

Steve’s warm fingers brushed against your skin as he inspected the ornery zipper. He tugged gently, but the stubborn slider refused to budge. Another tiny rip of the delicate fabric reached your ears a moment before Steve raised apologetic eyes to yours in the mirror in front of you.

“Nat’s probably right, sweetheart, but…”

His brows knitted together as he continued to stare at your current predicament.

After several seconds, his brows smoothed and his gaze met yours once more. Inspiration had hit him in a way that never fails to take your breath away. Always the man with a plan, he didn’t hesitate in coming up with some unique solutions to even the most basic of problems.

“You still have your emergency sewing kit in your purse?”

You nodded.

He stepped away and picked up your purse. His gaze met yours for permission before he opened up the main flap. Always the gentleman. His hand felt around the few contents until it encountered the little tin he sought. The same little tin you inherited from your grandmother after she passed a few years ago. You never failed to update the kit with threads for whatever outfit you and Steve wore that day from your rather vast collection of sewing threads.

As he held up the little tin with a small triumphant grin, you thanked whatever gods were listening that you’d remembered to update it that morning with what you’d need for your evening attire as well.

“Stay perfectly still for me, sweetheart,” he murmured after threading the needle with the necessary thread and stepped behind you again.

You did as he asked. It took everything in you not to peek over your shoulder to see exactly what he was doing. Instead, you had to settle with feeling his fingers brush against you now and then, sending delicious shivers down your spine even as he worked diligently at your dress.

After what felt like an eternity but couldn’t have been more than five minutes, he tied off the thread and snapped the extra with little effort. Turning you so your back faced the mirror, he nodded towards his work. “What do you think?”

It took a bit to get the right angle and see what he’d done.

When you did, you couldn’t help the gasp that slipped past your lips. The stuck zipper remained in place, but the rest of your dress had been perfectly and almost seamlessly stitched closed. Only some nosy person would notice the zipper wasn’t all the way up with the way Steve had stitched your dress closed. You could barely make out the stitches he placed.

Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you blurted, “Where did you learn to sew? How did I not know this about you after all these years?”

Steve’s cheeks flushed at the awe in your voice.

“We didn’t have a lot of clothing options back then as there are today. My ma worked hard to provide me with what she could. I used to watch her doctor clothes for my smaller frame whenever she could afford to get me something new.”

His gaze took on a wistful expression as he remembered his old life and his mother.

You turned so you could rest your hands on his chest, offering him what comfort you could. He didn’t talk about his past as often as you thought he should, but you never pushed him, either. Not wanting to miss out on this new opportunity, you remained quiet.

A small grin spread across his features as he indeed continued.

“Well, I wasn’t one to take precautions with my clothes, either. Most of us boys didn’t. I probably should’ve for my ma’s sake, but I always got myself into one scuffle or another as you’re aware. Most often, I’d end up with a rip in either my shirt or pants. Sometimes, both. Not wanting to upset my ma, I used the little bit of knowledge I’d gained by watching her to start mending my clothes myself. It was better than asking her to do more for me when she was already doing so much.”

His grin softened as more memories seemed to surface.

“My first attempts were awful, but then, boys didn’t typically do what they considered girl chores back then. I got better over time. I even helped Bucky out a time or two when he needed it. Some way, I guess, to repay him for always looking out for me, too. It was better than the tongue lashing he would’ve gotten from his own ma for getting me out yet another bind.”

Unable to resist the desire, you rose up and pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

“What was that for?” he asked though his eyes glowed with warmth and a mirrored desire.

You brought one of your hands up to cup his cheek as you whispered, “Just because you’re you.”

As you moved to lower yourself, Steve followed you until he leaned into your space and took a swift but no less chaste kiss for himself.

“I love you, too, Mrs. Rogers.”

The two of you gathered up the rest of your items for the evening, including the masks you had made to match your outfits.

After all, the party was a masquerade. Tony had declared it so when he announced wanting to throw a holiday party for the Avengers and other important guests. At least, he left you, Pepper, and Nat to work out all the other details to make this night a spectacular one. It would certainly be one to remember after all your hard work and theirs.

As the two of you walked towards the elevators, a thought struck you.

Turning your head to look at your husband, you asked low enough so any others wouldn’t overhear, “How exactly am I getting out of this dress later?”

The smirk you’ve come to know and love appeared on Steve’s face. He helped you onto the elevator as the doors opened. His arm came around you as he held you close to his side. Only as the doors were closing did he bend down to whisper, “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I’ve got a plan that will not only get you out of that dress but will satisfy us both before the sun comes up tomorrow.”

His lips skimmed along your neck until he reached the spot where it met your shoulder. A slight stinging nip of his teeth sent a tingling shiver down your spine. The promise clear in his action as his hand tightened at your waist.

The party, while an amazing success of your hard work, paled in comparison to the hours after where Steve lived up to his sensual promise in the elevator. It would be a night you wouldn’t soon forget.

[shysuccubusstuff]

L&DS LI are for those that... pt. 2:

Content: Gender neutral reader + Non proof-reader.

Note: I'm so glad that those that read pt. 1 saw themselves reflected on what I hc!! Thanks for reading as always, it makes me so happy to be able to read and respond to the comments, wish I was able to respond to those that repost as well... Something that I find interesting is that the people that like people like Zayne or Sylus are quite similar, at least in my opinion! I feel that the part of Caleb still lacks a bit of knowledge about him, but bear with me while I try to get to understand him better. Please let me know if I messed up big time with Caleb...

Sylus:

Sylus is for those that have spent their whole lives misunderstood. The ones that have always been seen as if they were the problem, always being left alone because of their tough/mean exterior. He is for those that have always been avoided even if they are one of the kindest people to walk on Earth. For those that have been cast away because of something that escapes their own control. He is for those that despite their harsh experiences due to their outer appearance still remain kind, fighting in the dark to prove (they aren't sure if to themselves or to society) that the exterior is nothing more than a façade, something that has no real value when it comes to loving.

Sylus is for those that have been always alone. The ones that either became accustomed or forced to do everything by themselves, the ones that were seen as people "mature" for their age. The ones that were praised for being such a good behaving child, even if this was merely a constant fear of being seen as useless or too naïve for their own well-being. Sylus is for those that have always dreamt about having someone that is always for them, the ones that enjoy having their own time alone but hate the feeling of loneliness. Sylus is for those that despite being aware of their own capabilities, need someone that is there, someone who reassures them that they are indeed able to do that and much more, even if they may fail on their first attempt.

Sylus is for those that hate lies. The ones that have always been feeling as if they are missing out on something, even if they aren't really aware of what it actually is. He is for those that have always felt as if people keep stuff away from them, because how are they supposed to trust someone that is constantly hiding vital information from them? Being able to find someone like Sylus, a person that despite having their fair share of secrets, have never tried for a second to lie to them about who they truly are and their likes and dislikes. Someone who will never make them question their true intention behind their actions, someone who will make sure to reassure them, answering to every single question that their lover may think of. Sylus' voice remaining calm and collected as they explain once, twice or as many times as they need just to make sure that their loved one is sure of his love.

Sylus is for those that live for the trope of enemies to lovers. Those that have always yearn for someone that wil love them even after seeing their worst. The ones that have been dreaming about that slow burn love, the one that despite beginning with harsh words and mean looks soon melts into the purest love, one that is born not just from love, but the feeling of pure admiration for the other. At the same time, Sylus is for those that kept fawning over the bad boys in novels and games, the ones that were always seen misbehaving in class, skipping school every single day, you know the drill. That is of course until they meet the main protagonist, the only one who is able to turn them into a better person while still maintaining that care free nature. This ties with how Sylus is for those that feel suffocated within their daily life, the ones that keep imagining themselves running away from all your responsibilities (even if it's just for a single night).

Caleb:

Caleb is for those that have always yearn for someone to protect them. He is for those that have always been forced to protect themselves, growing claws and fangs just to keep their own selves from being hurt. Caleb is for those that constantly craved for someone that would protect them, the ones that had to endure all kinds of hardships since a young age.

Caleb is for those that love hard, the ones that instead of letting go when they get hurt, choose to bite harder, deciding to sink their teeth deeper into the ones they love. After all, that's the only way you have ever learnt to love, choosing to stick to the ones that may hurt them, even if they are aware of just how damaging this is. Caleb is for those that love like dogs, tail wagging towards those that they love, even if they have hurt them before.

Caleb is for those whose love language is acts of service. The ones that pay close attention to what their loved one likes or dislikes. He is for those that love doing things for the others, making sure to listen to their every word just to make sure that they got everything right. Caleb is the one for those that have grown tired of being ignored, the ones that felt unseen, as even as they tried to let those close to them see their inner world, they simply chose to remain blind. Caleb is for those that always dreamt about being listened to, the ones that love speaking about their interests just as much as they love hearing about their lover's.

Caleb is for those that loved the yandere archetype. The ones that loved having someone head over heels for them, even to the point of causing pain, it doesn't matter if it's to him or to someone else, he is ready to risk it all. You know this may sound twisted, but how could you make someone understand just how much you needed to feel it. That desperation, the hunger... Caleb is for those that need their lover to prove just how much they love them, just how much they are ready to give up just to keep you. Caleb is for those that have lived in a constant state of unstability, the ones that have always feared waking up from that sweet dream of being loved. Caleb is for those that only know how to love too much.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Obsession

Thorin Oakenshield x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): Stalker AU, mutual stalking, mutual pining, unhealthy behavior, slight tension, flirting

Word Count: 900

A/N: Requested by @protosslady for 3.5k Spooky Bingo (Stalker AU)

One sided-stalking becomes a mutual endeavor.

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A little thrill runs up your spine.

It's a dangerous game you play.

A series of behaviors that go far beyond the bounds of appropriateness.

But you cannot help yourself. The itch to watch—to linger—is a tangible yet unrelenting need.

Many women fawn over Prince Thorin. They openly follow him, throwing themselves in his path with the hope that he might take the bait. They are unafraid and their behavior is acceptable. Why would they not? Prince Thorin is handsome and without a wife. Surely, he would find favor with someone.

But you do not.

You do not throw yourself in Prince Thorin's path.

Yet you trace his every step. Have learned his habits. You go out of your way to be where he is at all times if just for the chance to see him.

It's an obsession. A dark need that won't abate. It is wrong to do this, to dig around and dwell when he has no idea who you are.

At least the other women are forthright with their admiration and longing. Their intentions are clear and plain for all to see. They hide nothing from him nor anyone in Erebor. And they are utterly unashamed of what they do.

You? You are ashamed.

It is a deep wound. A gnarled gash.

But it is an impulse.

One you chose to indulge.

And it’s not like you ever approach him. It’s not like you’re actively seeking Prince Thorin’s attentions, though you believe that he will eventually notice you.

If Prince Thorin crosses your path, you suddenly become keenly interested in a nearby wall, or you observer your nails as if dirt sits under them. But the whole time, you’re observing him from the corner of your eye—tracking his every movement and step.

And on that same note, Prince Thorin does not stop.

He says nothing to you.

You are hyper aware of his presence at all times. You take note of his conversations with others. If you find something out about him—like he’s been enjoying a particular treat of late—you make sure to leave a small gift for him.

No note. No name.

Just an offering. A sample.

The other women who clamber after him wouldn’t date. And when they do, you make sure those gifts disappear completely before Prince Thorin has a chance to see them. One of these days, a few of the miners are going to find a pile of broken gifts at the bottom of a mine shaft.

And what is the point, really? Will Prince Thorin actually find this attention favorable?

Eventually.

Surely.

You are the most dedicated. You respect his personal space even as you watch from afar. You’re the one who is actually trying by observing and listening, not fawning.

It is an impulse.

A pull.

This is more than attraction—more than lust.

You will have him.

Eventually, you will have him.

It is council day. Thorin always attends.

Like clockwork, you watched him enter at his usual time and place. But many hours have passed, and it is now far beyond the normal time for his departure. Others have passed under the arch, but Thorin has yet to emerge.

Worry sets in.

Have you missed him? Did you somehow forget his schedule? You wrote it all done. There is an entire journal hidden in your home that has it all written down to the minute. Have you completely messed this up?

"A stalker? I'm flattered."

You nearly jump out of your skin at the soft purr of Prince Thorin’s voice. Turning around, you press yourself up against the stone. He is right there, invading your space. Placing a hand against the rock behind you, Prince Thorin leans in, stopping all escape.

"I've been watching you," murmurs Thorin.

Watching…you?

"Me?" you ask, voice small and timid.

He nods. "On council days, you wait here. For me. But you've never approached. Why?"

"I—I don't wait for you." Thorin arches an eyebrow, unimpressed. You swallow, glancing away. "Perhaps I do,” you mutter.

"Do you like me?"

"My prince?" you ask, startled.

"Do you," he repeats. "Like me?"

You've certainly been watching him, tracing his every step, and observing his movements with the hope that he will happen to walk by you. A glimpse is all you want—all you crave.

But Prince Thorin is seeking an answer, and you are unsure of what to say. Admitting that you do would be a relief, but it's clear he knows you've been haunting his schedule like a wraith.

The corner of Thorin's mouth twitches with amusement. "On council days, you wait at this wall for me." He shifts, his gaze angled at the archway he should have come out of. "I exit there to go to the mines." His gaze returns to you. "When I assist in the royal treasury, you're somehow lingering nearby, acting like you're supposed to be there. Everywhere I am, you also are."

"I don't know what you're talking about,” you reply quickly.

"But you,” Prince Thorin emphasizes. “Visit the market when fresh flowers are delivered from Dale. Your favorite treat from the bakery is the apple tart. And you always haggle with Alfrin over jewelry and yet pay full price anyway."

"How—"

"Are we to keep playing games? Or will you allow me to take you on a proper date?"

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