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macbethsymphony · 7 months ago

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Cherry Girl | Chapter 3

Eustass Kid x Reader

Chapters: [1] [2]

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, slow burn-ish, praise kink, size difference

Chapter wc: 7.8k

Summary: Eustass ‘captain’ Kid was in a shit mood. He was pent-up, irritated and you… you and your pink mini denim skirt wasn’t helping. OR You and Kid obviously pine for each other but you're both idiots.

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Slowly crossposting from AO3

Chapter 3: The Shower

You hadn’t seen your captain nor those girls come out of his quarters in three days now. Most of the men of the crew had opted with staying at a nearby inn, pursuing their own conquests. Killer had instructed you with leaving some water and food by his door every day and every time you changed the old empty tray of food with a new full one you’d hear loud moans in there. Seemed like they were having fun. You tried not to be envious of them. But at night, when the room was empty, you couldn’t help yourself but let your fingers wander past the waistband of your panties and wonder how he’d feel.

The sun was creeping up and you couldn’t sleep. You decided to make your way to the kitchen, get an early start on your tasks of the day. You didn’t bother changing out of your thin pajama shorts and camisole, opting to throw on a thick cardigan and slip on your pink fur slippers. It wasn’t like anyone was on the ship anyways.

The deck was quiet for a change, fresh air feeling good on your skin. You opened the door to the kitchen. Eustass ‘Captain’ fucking Kid was standing there, shirtless, without makeup and his hair soft. He was grumbling to himself over a pan at the oven.

The smell of something burning caught your attention. You sauntered over to where he was, instinct taking over. You removed the pan from the heat, taking it away from his hand. Whatever its content had been it was burnt to a crisp. With a sigh you turned off the oven top.

“The fuck are you doing,” he said in surprise, turning over to you. He was clearly still in a foul mood.

“Sorry captain,” You answered sheepishly, “instinct took over,” you laughed discarding the contents of the pan in the trash. “You should be careful though, could have burnt the whole ship down,” you added under your breath.

Kid shot you a glare, his piercing gaze making you squirm under his scrutiny. “I know what I’m doing,” He grumbled, his voice low and gravelly.

“Clearly not, captain,” you dared. “I didn’t know eggs could be so charred and still be edible.”

He scowled at you, but not in a menacing way. “If the ship goes down, it won’t be 'cause of a fucking pan, kitten. And I do know how to fucking cook”, he mumbled, shifting from foot to foot. “Was just distracted is all.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Captain. Need help with breakfast?” you asked playfully, a small giggle escaping your lips.

“I should throw you over fucking board.”

You looked out the window, a mischievous glint in your gaze. “It doesn’t look too cold, and I’m a good swimmer you know,” you answered teasingly. “A dip in the sea might even feel good.”

The audacity of your comeback caught him off guard. His eyes wandered over your body dangerously, taking you in.

“Huh? When the fuck did YOU get so fucking cheeky?” He asked indignantly, taking a step towards you. He was intimidating up close towering over you, a scowl on his face. But you could see the hint of playfulness hidden in his stare.

The intimacy of the moment made you smile.

“Why don’t you sit down?” you said, turning your back on him, donning over an apron. “I’ll make you something to eat.”

He stood there, unsure how to proceed.

“Fine,” he mumbled eventually, sitting down on a chair near the kitchen counter.

You gave a quick nod, satisfied with his response, and turned back to your work, determined to salvage what you could from his disastrous endeavors.

Just as you switched the oven on, the door to the kitchen swung open, making you jump. Killer strode in urgently. “I thought I smelled something burning,” he muttered between heavy breaths.

You laughed, a mischievous glint crossing your gaze. Kid scowled.

“Captain here decided to try his hand at cooking,” you teased between chuckles, “But apparently his mind was somewhere else,” you gestured to Kid with a playful grin.

Kid shot you a glare.

You could almost hear Killer’s brows go up at the idea. “Wasn’t aware you’d finally learned how to cook, Kid,” even though you couldn’t see his face through his mask, you could feel the amusement in his voice.

Kid shot Killer a fierce look. “Mind your own damn business, Killer. I can cook perfectly fine.”

You stifled a laugh. “Sure, you can,” you said in tandem with Killer.

Your captain grumbled something inaudible, his irritation evident.

You rolled your eyes, plating up what you’d been cooking. “There you go, Captain. A meal fit for the pirate king,” you declared, setting the plate in front of him.

“Oi, girly pop! Everything ok in here?” Quincy shouted as she opened the door to the kitchen, Dive and Heat in tow. “Something smells burnt”

You mischievously eyed your captain, he groaned loudly.

“Kid tried to cook,” Killer beat you to it.

“Huh?” Dive bellowed. “No way!” She was clearly amused.

Kid rolled his eyes, shoving food in his mouth with a vengeance, a slight embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene unfolding before you. Captain Kid begrudgingly eating the breakfast you’d prepared, while his crewmates teased him mercilessly about his culinary skills – or lack thereof.

You realized, in this perfect moment that you were happy. This, this felt like home.

Quincy and the rest crowded up in the kitchen, you got back to your cooking. The atmosphere was playful. Yes, this was nice, really nice. Warm and natural.

“Right, Quincy, show cherry girl what you found!” Heat said changing the subject.

“Ah! That’s right, look here girly pop,” Quincy beckoned. You turned to her, your curiosity piqued. She was holding up a pair of earrings, cherry earrings.

“Oh! They’re so cute!” You marvelled, picking them up excitedly.

“Just for you, cherry girl,” Quincy added, obviously proud of her find.

You blushed at the nickname. “I told you all to drop that,” you muttered sheepishly as you put on the valued gift.

“Ain’t no way we’re ever doing that,” Dive laughed.

“What’s that ‘Cherry Girl’ about,” Kid interrupted the moment, words uttered between mouthfuls, clearly intrigued.

Quincy looked at you, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. You blanched. “Don’t you fucking dare Quincy,” you panicked.

She leaned on the counter, her grin wicked as she assessed Kid. “You see,” she started in a sing-song. “Cherry girl here,” she put an emphasis on the nickname. Your ears felt hot. “Has never had anyone go down on her.”

“Huh?” Kid shouted, his head whipping back to you in surprise. Your face was red, a confirmation of what Quincy had just uttered.

A grin plastered itself on his mouth.

“I’m not a virgin though,” You muttered quickly.

He howled.

“Kitten,” his tone was dripping with amusement. “I can change tha-” He started to say.

“Get in line, Kid,” Quincy and Heat said together, cutting him off. “We already offered.”

You hid your face in embarrassment, your cheeks felt hot against the coolness of your fingers.

“You fucking bastards,” you squealed, your words muffled behind your palms.

“Oh look at her!” Dive added. “She’s redder than the captain’s hair.”

Your crewmates erupted in laughter, teasing you mercilessly as you tried to bury your face in your hands further. Captain Kid, still grinning like a cheshire cat, leaned back in his chair clearly enjoying the spectacle.

“You’re all insufferable,” you muttered, curling inwards.

“Are we?” Quincy said innocently, mischief filled her eyes once again. “You know captain, we all learned a lot about girly pop when we played truth or dare. It’s really too bad you missed all that,” she continued.

“Quincy!” You shouted.

“Oh really?” Kid leaned forward clearly interested.

“Really! I’ll tell you all about it if you give me a nice bonus,” Quincy added. A conspiratorial look passed between her and Kid.

“You fucking traitor, don’t you dare!” You panicked, blood draining from your face.

Kid got up, his grin down right evil as he put his arm around Quincy’s shoulders and started dragging her towards the door with him. “Deal! Start talkin’ Quin,” he shot back a look at you when he passed the door. “Thanks for the food Kitten,” the bastard dared wink at you, Quincy’s faint chatter about that night barely reaching your ears.

Fuck. You groaned, utterly mortified. You heard an ever so rare laugh come from Killer. You couldn’t help the indignant glare you sent his way.

As the door closed behind Captain Kid and Quincy, leaving you alone with Dive, Heat, and Killer, the kitchen fell into an awkward silence. You could feel the heat of embarrassment still burning in your cheeks as you tried to come to terms with the fact that Quincy had just sold you out for a bonus.

Dive and Heat exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "Well, that was expected," Dive chuckled.

"Yeah, Quincy has a good knack for negotiation," Heat added, grinning.

You shot them both a fierce stare, still reeling from the betrayal. "You're not helping," you complained.

Killer laughed softly, shaking his head. "Relax, cherry girl. They're just messing with you."

You scowled at the nickname coming from Killer. You’d thought at least HE’d be better. You sighed, running a hand through your hair in frustration. "I know, but still..."

Killer's stance softened, a comforting hand went to your shoulder. "Hey, it's all in good fun. And besides, it's not like Kid’s going to hold it against you."

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "You sure about that?"

Killer shrugged. "Who knows with him? But he's not one to judge."

You sighed, feeling a bit reassured by Killer's words. "I guess you're right."

Dive clapped you on the back, a mischievous grin on her face. "Come on, cherry girl. Let's not let Quincy's antics ruin the day. We've got a ship to run, after all."

You nodded and got back to work, steeling yourself to face whatever the day had in store. A small smile made its way on your lips. Despite the embarrassment and teasing, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the camaraderie of your crewmates. With their support, you knew you could handle any and all challenges that came your way.

Kid had actually been in a foul mood when he’d woken up that morning. The girls sleeping on his bed had suddenly started to feel very annoying. He’d roughly woken them up and thrown them out his fucking cabin. He was still so fucking pent-up. He’d fucked them day and night for three days now. They’d been a good lay, matched his intensity just right. So why the fuck was he still so fucking frustrated. He groaned, closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

Fuck. He wasn’t fucking tired.

He sighed in defeat and got up. Whatever. He was hungry.

Kid grudgingly made his way to the kitchen, his mind still reeling with irritation and restlessness. Eggs couldn’t be that hard to cook, right? He’d been lost in thought when you’d barged in and ordered him around. The fuck you think you were. He was the fucking captain of this ship.

He’d scowled in frustration, ready to snap. That was until you’d looked up at him with that cute playful little look of yours. It almost made him smile. That wasn’t so bad he’d guessed. He could let you order him around a little, it wasn’t like it really mattered.

He’d sat down like an obedient dog at your invitation. Checking you out as you busied yourself making him something. Those shorts you wore barely hid anything, he didn’t even need his imagination to see the shapes hidden below the thin fabric of your pajamas. A soft grin made its way to his lips. This was nice actually. Really nice. He took in a breath, letting his shoulders relax.

He wasn’t so angry anymore.

Killer had stormed in at that moment. By the way his friend’s masked face had stayed a touch too long towards him, he knew he’d been caught.

Whatever, Kid scowled.

His shoulders tensed up again in frustration. He knew Killer would ask later. Fuck. He didn’t know what he’d say.

He’d been eating when Quincy, Dive and Heat had barged in. Cherry girl, they’d call you. He was rarely curious about his crew’s antics, nicknames changed all the time on his ship. But he couldn’t help but ask this time around. By the look in Quincy’s eyes, he immediately knew this was going to be good.

Quincy had dropped the bomb. Your embarrassment making it clear that it was true. His cock had twitched momentarily at the suggestive thought that crossed his mind. He could fucking help you with that if you wanted. Hell he’d give you the time of your life. He gave your body a once over. He’d do it right here and now if you asked. A shit-eating grin plastered his lips as he started voicing his thoughts. Quincy and Heat cut him off, revealing they’d already offered.

He howled at your mortification. Seemed like they all shared the same brain cell. His cock twitched again as he looked at your thighs. They’d make amazing earmuffs. His convictions from a few days before were slowly shattering. Maybe he was that kind of man. Maybe he fucking wanted something sweet for once. He was aware of Quincy’s calculating stare on him. He waited for her to decide on whatever she was deliberating in that head of hers. A resolute look had settled in her eyes and she baited him with scandalous revelations. Oh this was getting interesting. Sure he decided, he’d bite. He snaked an arm around Quincy’s shoulder, a conspiratorial look shared between them as they’d left. The irritation he’d felt that morning was slowly ebbing away.

Yes, this was indeed interesting.

As the days progressed, you found yourself caught up in the daily activities of running the ship. The captain was out of his quarters, it was time for everyone to get back to their duties. Inventory checks, maintenance and planning resumed for the next voyage at sea. You’d sail out soon. One more night and you’d all be off. The crew continued to tease you about your new nickname, they all seemed to revel in the amusement it brought them. A faint blush would hit your cheeks but you were determined not to let it get under your skin.

Your captain hadn’t brought the subjects of whatever conversations he’d had with Quincy. You were sure he’d be back to tease you about it eventually. Maybe it was the inevitability of that teasing that brought you on edge but you could swear that his hand stayed longer and lower on your back when he passed you by. Your heart thrummed every time, ears reddening at the thought that he knew you’d fantasized about him.

You groaned. Stopping your current task, you buried your face in your hands. Flashbacks of embarrassing moments crossing your mind to your despair. “Stop thinking brain,” you told yourself aloud.

Heat barged in, interrupting the fragile peace around you. “Come on, cherry girl. Last day on solid ground. We’re going to drink”

You hesitated. Last time you were at the tavern hadn’t turned out the best for you.

“No chickening out,” you heard Dive shout from outside.

You considered trying to turn them down, although you knew it was futile. “Fine,” you mumbled, getting up.

With a resigned sigh, you followed Heat out of the ship and into the bustling streets of the town. The now familiar sights and sounds washed over you. As you walked, Heat chattered excitedly about the plans for the evening, his infectious enthusiasm gradually lifting your spirits. Despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within you. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad.

The tavern loomed ahead, its warm glow inviting you in. The crew had already claimed their usual corner, their laughter echoing throughout the crowded room.

Quincy waved you over, a mischievous grin on her face. "There she is, cherry girl! Ready for round two?"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smile at her teasing. "Bring it on," you replied, determination in your voice.

As the night wore on, you found yourself caught up in the lively atmosphere of the tavern. Laughter, music, and the clinking of tankards filled the air, washing away the stresses of the day.

Kid wasn’t there. You’d learned he never drank the day before setting out to sea. Him and Killer planning their next route and going over the necessary preparations instead.

Quincy and Dive were engaged in a spirited game of darts, their competitive streaks evident as they cheered each other on. Heat was at the bar, chatting up the bartender and charming her with his infectious smile, probably hoping for a last fuck before the road.

As for you, you found yourself drawn into conversations with various crewmates, sharing stories and laughter as the night wore on. Despite the teasing and the embarrassment, you felt a sense of belonging among your fellow crewmates.

Quincy had eventually made her way back to your side at some point. She was clearly intoxicated.

"Hey, cherry girl," Quincy slurred, leaning heavily on your shoulder. "You know, you're not half bad for a girly pop."

You chuckled, steadying her. "Thanks, I think."

Quincy grinned drunkenly. "No, seriously. You've been holding your own out here. I respect that."

"Thanks Quince,” you laughed heartily.

“Cheers to that,” she shouted holding out her tankard. She wobbled side to side. As she leaned back on you for support, her grip loosened momentarily, the contents of her drink sloshing out of its container and down your shirt. You squeaked at the cold feeling.

“Whoops!” Quincy exclaimed, giggling drunkenly as she looked down at your shirt. “Looks like I’ve had too many.”

You laughed, feeling a little tipsy yourself. “I think you might be right.”

“Looks like the end of the night for her,” Dive chuckled, as she joined the two of you. “Want me to take her back to the ship?”

“No, it’s fine, I need to shower anyways,” you gestured at your shirt. “Before this gets all sticky.”

Dive nodded understandingly. "Alright then, I'll see you back at the ship. ‘Night cherry girl."

With Quincy's arm draped over your shoulder for support, the two of you made your way through the patrons towards the exit. The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, a welcome relief from the warmth and noise of the crowded tavern.

As you walked, Quincy stumbled slightly, and you tightened your grip on her to keep her steady. Despite her drunken state, she was surprisingly light on her feet, her laughter echoing through the empty streets as you made your way back to the ship.

The journey back felt shorter than you expected, the familiar sight of the Victoria Punk looming ahead in the darkness. With Quincy's help, you climbed aboard, grateful for the safety and familiarity of the deck beneath your feet.

As you helped Quincy to her cot, you couldn't help but smile. She was a troublemaker and she got on your nerves half the time with her antics but she was your friend. You made sure she was comfortable and placed a bucket at her feet, just in case.

With Quincy safely tucked away, you made your way back up the deck with a change of clothes in your hands and your toiletries. You reached the showers, discarding your clothes and putting your things in a locker. You wrapped your body in your pink fluffy towel as you entered the steamed filled room.

You stopped in your tracks at the sight of your captain under one of the showers. He didn’t seem to notice you, water droplets flowed down his chest, his eyes were closed, mouth slightly agape in pleasure. His hand was pumping up and down his dick. Metal scraps that usually made up his left arm littered on the floor. You startled in realization.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What did you do? You panicked. He hadn’t seen you yet. You started to turn away. That’s right you could just turn back and forget about this. No one had to know. Your foot caught on a wooden bucket in your sudden movement. A deafening clang rung in the silence of the room as it tumbled around.

“Fuck,” you squeaked and turned back to your captain. His lidded gaze was looking right at you. He was amused. Your eyes went to the floor.

Eustass ‘captain’ Kid had felt your presence far before you’d seen him. He hadn’t known it was you. No, that was just a pleasant surprise. Truth be told he didn’t mind being caught, hell they’d all seen each other in compromising situations a thousand times over. A ship was small and everyone had urges. Most of his crew had caught him dick in his hand at least a few times now. They’d usually just turn back and never speak of it again. But as he looked at your panicked form, clad only in a towel, he couldn’t help himself but grin.

“Captain,” you managed to choke out. You were stuttering some kind of apology, not daring looking him in the eye. Cute.

“You gonna help or you wanna watch?” He asked his voice low.

“What?” Your eyes shot up to meet his.

He cocked his head, his lips curved in a slow knowing smile. “You heard me, kitten.”

Damn right you’d heard him. Your mind was just struggling to keep up.

Your feet moved before your rational thoughts could decide otherwise, droplets from the shower head soaking your towel as you joined him under the stream of warm water. Your hand delicately settled on his chest as you looked up at him through your lashes. Satisfaction with your decision was clear in his eyes, pupils blown eclipsing their fiery color. His hand buried itself in your hair, leaning in for a kiss.

“Well?” he whispered against your lips, hot breath mingling with yours. He waited for you to make the first move.

Your gaze flickered against his features, taking him in. You leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips. His grip tightened in your locks, mouth moving against yours hungrily as he pressed your bodies closer to one another. Without breaking away, he spun you around trapping you against the wall, the cold wet tile a distant sensation as your entire being melted into his touch. His knee parted open your legs, you felt a soft pressure at your core.

“Captain,” you muttered against his lips, the sound somehow needy. “I don’t actually… really… know what to do,” you admitted shyly.

He stopped his exploration, body backing up ever so slightly as he looked in your eyes, gaze searching yours. His grip loosened. His forehead hit the cold tile of the wall next to your head as he deliberated over something. A soft ‘fuck’ reached your ear, and he suddenly withdrew entirely. Quickly turning off the shower, he wrapped a towel around his hips and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder none so delicately. His metal arm reconstructed itself as he walked.

You squeaked in surprise at the sudden shift in your vision. You attempted a small protest, but he was already on the move, striding past the door of the showers right onto the deck, the cool air of the night making the hairs on your body stand up.

“Captain!” you screeched in embarrassment at your lack of propriety even though the ship was empty.

His steps left damp marks on the wooden planks as he ignored your pleas, his hand tightening in the softness of your thigh when you tried to wriggle out of his grip. He took a quick turn. The metal door of his quarters swung open far before you even reached it and closed behind him just as fast.

You heard the lock click as he threw you unceremoniously on his bed. He looked down at you, hunger clear in his eyes.

“You a virgin?” He asked. When you didn’t answer he continued, “cause I can work with that. Just need to know first.”

“I’m not,” You felt your cheeks turn pink. “It’s just been a while.” You felt bold under his gaze, the lust plastered on his features somehow emboldening you. Your hand slowly rose to the edge of your towel, undoing the small knot and revealing your naked form.

Kid tossed his head back, hooded eyes devouring you. “Fuck”, he muttered, “you’ll be the end of me.”

He leaned down over you on the bed. His lips found yours in a domineering kiss, biting and ravaging. You gave in, happily acquiescing to all his greedy requests, his tongue leading yours.

You moaned, everything feeling dizzy with desire. One of his knees parted your legs slightly, making space for him. His lips left yours, travelling to your jaw, down your throat, occasionally stopping for a soft bite. He seemed to be thinking about something, his attention both on you and far away. As he gave your nipple a small flick, one of your hands buried itself in his hair, the other on his arm for support as needy whimpers escaped you.

You felt the way his grin widened against your skin as he started shuffling downwards, kissing down your abdomen. Realization downed on you.

“Wait!” You cried out, almost panicky. He looked up at you, amusement tinging the glint in his eyes. “I-I’ve never…”

He chuckled, the gravelly sound sending shocks of electricity to your core. “I know, cherry girl,” he put emphasis on the nickname, a shit-eating expression stuck on his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of ya,” he continued, each word punctuated with a kiss.

You could feel his quiet exhales ghosting over your heat. Your breath caught in anticipation. His metal arm laced around your thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder, his cold steel hand resting heavily on your hip, pinning you down. He kissed the inside of your thigh, gaze never leaving yours. You looked away shyly. He bit down almost painfully, earning him a gasp.

“That won’t do kitten,” he drawled, “look at me”.

You obeyed, eyes snapping to him, the sight of him between your legs almost too much. Your cheeks heated.

“Good girl,” he muttered against the softness of your skin.

Oh gods. You let out a depraved moan at the praise. Fuck. You liked that.

His eyes sparkled at your reaction. He kissed your thigh again, getting closer to your core. “Don’t ya dare look away, alright? You keep those pretty eyes on me.”

You nodded, eager to please.

The thumb of his flesh hand swiped up your slit, parting your folds, playing with the slick positively dripping out of you. It settled right above your clit, pushing up the hood slightly. “So wet for me,” he commented.

You opened your mouth to say you didn’t know what but his tongue met your heat first. A squeak at the new sensation passed your mouth instead. Your body tensed up, unsure how to react to the intensity of the pleasure wave coming over you. His mouth latched onto your clit, tongue working expertly.

Your hips bucked against his face but the weight of his metal arm pinned you down more firmly. You couldn’t help the begging mewls escaping your lips, incoherent pleas echoing against the steel walls. You moved your free hand to cover your mouth, embarrassed, but the way his glare turned dangerous made you drop it just as fast, fingers tightening in the soft fabric of his bed instead.

Pleased, he redoubled his pace. The hand you had on his head clenched in his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you tried not to push down on him too hard. He groaned at the feeling. You could feel the grin on his lips more than you could see it as his tongue dipped lower, his thumb taking over the bundle of nerves momentarily as he explored your heat fully.

His tongue delved in and out of you as he increased the pressure on your clit. You let out a sharp cry at the intensity of the sensations, your breath struggling to find a normal rhythm at the ferocity of his onslaught. It was all so fucking much. Your hand twitched, hips trying to squirm away, white edging at your vision.

“Captain,” you moaned. “I’m close,” that feeling of ecstasy was just right out of your grip.

He hummed in understanding, stopping his exploration to renew his attention fully on your clit. Devouring you with an intensity you didn’t know possible. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash over you, swallowing you whole. But, he didn’t stop, tongue lapping as you rode out the waves.

Your body struggled to get out of his grip as pleasure started to feel too much against his unrelenting attention, an almost painful assault on your senses. Everything other than his lips at your core faded out of existence, the feeling bordering on distressing as your consciousness grappled to comprehend the surges of pleasure still washing over you. Your back arched, body tense as your hips sought to back away. The hand you had in his hair tried to push him off. It didn’t matter, he was stronger than you.

“One more for me, kitten,” He demanded.

His hand left your trembling thigh and dropped down lower, pushing one finger, then a second inside of you as his tongue continued his work. He pumped in and out of you lazily, the squelching sound obscene as he felt your heat twitch around him. Your breath struggled between sharp cries. It was too much. Your mind fell into oblivion as a second more intense orgasm hit you.

For a moment, it felt as though your soul had left your shaking body but then all sensations came back with a vengeance, threatening to steal away the rationality of your mind.

“Captain! Captain!” you sobbed, tears staining your cheeks. “Shit! Stop!” He didn’t. “Stop! It’s too much!” Panic laced the tone of your voice. He backed away a little, chin wet with your arousal, fingers still buried in your cunt, playing with your slick. You were panting, breath struggling to find its normal rhythm.

“Do you want to stop here, kitten?” He asked, softly biting your inner thigh.

“What? No!” Your words were frantic. “’’twas just too much, I…” you panted, “Just need to slow down for a bit” you answered between gasps, the world still spinning around you.

“Slow down, huh?” the grin on his lips was downright evil. The pad of his thumb found your clit, tracing soft small circles as he continued fingering you. “Can’t keep up with me? Kitten?” you whimpered, the tight feeling you had in your stomach coming back, begging for release as he carried on teasingly. “Thought you had fantasies ‘bout me.”

You averted your eyes shyly. “Fucking Quincy,” you muttered under your breath.

He chuckled. “Kitten,” his tone had a warning edge to it. “Didn’t say your eyes could leave me, did I?” He asked. You brought your eyes back to his. “That’s my girl, so good for me,” the praise elicited a moan out of you. He added a little more pressure to your clit, your walls fluttering around his fingers. You could feel your orgasm in reach.

So fucking close.

He stopped.

You couldn’t help the “No!” you squeaked when you felt the sweet promise of pleasure being taken away from you.

He laughed, a low rumble. “How about you tell me ‘bout those fantasies of yours? I might even let you come if they’re good.” He resumed the soft circles.

Your face felt hot. The feeling of humiliation at the thought of saying them out loud somehow turning you on even more. “I-I…” You hesitated. “I’ve thought about you, captain, fucking me for a while,” you committed to it. “When I brought you lemonade last time, I thought about you fucking me against the door of your workshop. How you’d slip my panties to the side and fuck me senseless. Maybe you’d bend me over that desk of yours and take me there too.” Just the thought made the promise of your orgasm return.

“Oh? Really?” He was clearly amused. His fingers didn’t stop. “That all?” he probed for more.

“Gods no!” Your high was growing and growing, all but the touch of his fingers and the scorching heat of his gaze felt fuzzy. “I’ve thought about riding you so many times. In a bed, even in that chair you always sit in. I’ve thought about how you’d sound as I move myself up and down your dick. I wondered if you would leave bruises on my hips as pleasure would take you.”

A hum caught in the back of his throat at the thought. You were so close. He stopped.

“No!” You screamed in frustration. “Please,” you almost wept, your high denied to you for a second time. He grinned.

“Go on,” He demanded, evidently entertained.

“I’ve also thought,” You started, suddenly feeling bashful at this one fantasy. “Thought about you using your powers on me. Pinning me down as you fuck me without mercy.”

Kid moaned. Loudly.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. The pressure of his thumb increased slightly. Emboldened, you continued. “Thought about you coming inside me, having your seed drench my panties, drip down my thighs as I have to carry on my duties on the ship.”

The thought made your walls clench hard around his fingers, a desperate moan making its way out of your mouth. He didn’t stop this time, continuing the come-hither motion of his fingers as you rode out your high.

“Good girl, you did so well for me, kitten,” He said when your breathing stabilized. Gods, you could get addicted to this, the way his praises made you feel. “How ‘bout we make one of those a reality?”

“Wha-“ you didn’t have time to finish what you’d started to say. In a flash he’d expertly flipped you both around positioning you over his dick. He leaned up on his elbow, hand in your hair he crashed your lips together, teeth biting at your lower lip before his tongue darted in, exploring your mouth. You tumbled to his chest, his hard-on pressing against your core. You felt some of your slick cooled down by the air drip down your thigh, onto his cock.

He let himself drop on the bed dragging you with him. His metal hand sliding from your hip down your ass. “Captain,” you moaned against him as he squeezed plush flesh. Your own hand slipped between your bodies, grabbed his length. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of nervousness at how big he felt against your fingers. It was no surprise, really, considering how massive he was compared to you. You gave him a few slow pumps, grip tightening against the tip. He tossed his head back at the sensation, an unabashedly loud moan escaping him.

“Kitten,” He almost begged. “I’m not sure I can continue being nice like that with you.”

His gaze was intense, filled with desire. You leaned back, lips leaving his, your other hand taking place on his chest for support. You studied his face as you brought his cock at your entrance. Gods. He was so pretty. You wanted to make him come in your hands but your need for him to be inside you was just as bad, if not worse.

“Captain, you’re big! Much bigger than what I’ve had before,” You stated, beginning to lower yourself on him, the tip already feeling like a stretch.

You heard a faint ‘fuck’ coming from his lips, stuttered swears uttered below his breath.

“I’m going to need you to be nice,” you whimpered as you slid down a bit lower. His hand settled on your hips digging hard, his self-restraint clearly starting to fray. Maybe it would leave bruises tomorrow. The thought made you moan, clench slightly around him.

“Going to need you to be nice for a bit,” you repeated. He groaned in somewhat acquiescence, eyes not leaving yours. Your voice went up an octave as you continued, “but I don’t want you to be nice.” You took him up to the hilt. “I want you to be rough. I want you to use me.”

His red painted nails dug painfully into your soft flesh at your words. Yes! That would leave bruises. Good. “Just need you to let me get used to the stretch first,” you ended.

“Fuck, kitten,” He smiled as your walls fluttered around him. “You feel so fucking good.”

His hand left your hip, nails softly grazing down your outer thigh before soothingly going back up. An electric shock of pleasure went down your back at the sensation. You gave a tentative sway of your hips. Your nails dug into his chest, the stretch was so intense, but you thought you could take it. Your movements emboldened after a few ups and downs. Kid gave a low moan, tossing his head back against the covers, his own back arching slightly as he struggled to stay still. He was loud. He didn’t care. You felt pride to be the one getting these moans out of him this time around.

You smiled in satisfaction. Your thighs already trembling in pleasure. “Captain, fuck me! Please!” you pleaded.

He didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the words left your mouth his metal hand secured you in place and his hips began to move in and out of you fast. His other hand traveled up your side to your breast giving playful tugs on your nipple. His gaze was as wild as the pace he’d set.

Your mind labored to keep up with the waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your breast bounced with each hard thrust. You moaned loudly every time his pelvis hit your oversensitive clit, your nails leaving red scratches all over him as you struggled to find purchase. You could already feel that you were close, but his pace was too fast for you to get any word in.

It was not like you had to tell him though. With the way you clenched and fluttered against him, he already knew. “That’s it kitten, let go for me,” he said between two moans.

It was all it took for you to do just that. Pleasure took over your senses, your wall squeezing him almost painfully.

“Fuck,” you heard him swear distantly, through the curtains of your high.

You slowly came back to reality. He was still going. You writhed in ecstasy.

“Shit, kitten, can I come inside?” He asked, urgency lacing his words.

Gods. “Yes!” you begged over and over again. It didn’t take him long to reach climax either. His grip tightened on your hips, and you felt his seed flood your womb as he moaned loudly. Hot sticky fluid seeped out of you, painted your thighs, mixed with your slick.

You were exhausted. He’s was still buried to the hilt inside of you as you dropped down on his panting chest. A moment of comfortable silence passed between the two of you.

A chuckle escaped him. “Shit, kitten,” he said between heavy breaths. “Would’ve done that much earlier if I’d known.”

You couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your lips. “You really only had to ask, captain,” you answered. His chest rose up and down in a deep laughter at that. You began to back away but his metal arm pinned you down against him.

“You know,” he started to say, his voice rough from your activities. “As much as you calling me captain makes my dick twitch, you can call me by my name when I’m balls deep in you, kitten.” His hand traveled up and down on your back, sometimes settling here and there, thumb soothingly drawing small circles.

“Kid,” you uttered shyly. How often had you daydreamed of calling him that?

“That’s my girl,” he answered, his hand traveling up your back, finding its place at your nape, fingers tangling in your hair he guided your face towards his, locking your lips together. It was softer than the ones before, more considerate.

You moaned in his mouth, his metal hand found it was to your hip, squeezing your ass before pinning you still. You could feel his cock coming back to life buried deep within you.

“Kid,” you pleaded.

He smiled against your lips. “The night’s young, kitten. I’m just getting started with you.”

Your walls twitched at the growing stretch, you were oversensitive everywhere. “Fuck,” your breath caught.

He gave a tentative thrust into you, your whole body shuddering before he flipped you over, your back hitting the covers. He backed away momentarily, you felt empty without his cock stretching you. He took one of your ankles in his metal hand, bringing it to his shoulder. He reentered you at an agonizingly slow pace, clearly looking for something with each thrust. His flesh hand took your other knee, positioning it in different ways.

“K-Kid! W-what are you doing?” you couldn’t help but wonder.

He didn’t need to answer, you felt it first. The angle of his thrust made you see stars. A sharp cry escaped your lips, tears of pleasure threatening to flood your eyes.

“Ahh, there it is,” He roared in triumph.

With no warning he started pounding into you without mercy. His flesh hand left your leg once he was sure you’d anchored yourself, instead going to stimulate your clit.

You couldn’t control the sobs of pleasure that spilled out of your mouth. Your hands fought to find purchase in the covers of the bed, digging as hard as humanely possible as your entire body struggled to keep up with the ecstasy coursing through it.

“Kid,” you begged, as you came around him, walls spasming uncontrollably. He didn’t stop as you rode your high.

“You’re doing so well, kitten,” he praised you, between his own moans.

He left your heat for a moment when he felt you coming back to reality. He flipped you around. Your arms failed to keep you upright, your face burying itself in fabric instead. Drool and tears seeping in the soft cotton.

He reentered you, continuing his merciless pace. You felt your thighs tremble, your whole body tense and slack simultaneously. His metal hand kept your hips in place, flesh hand finding its rightful place at your clit. Your pleas were muffled, your nails digging in the covers harder than you thought possible. Your toes curled. You could only see white as pleasure flowed through you. When Kid came inside of you, your body dropped down heavily. You were so tired. You heard him say something but your brain didn’t register the words as you drifted to sleep.

The soft rays of the sun woke you up. You were laying down on your captain’s chest, his arm pinning you against him. You blushed as memories of your activities flooded your mind.

Bathroom. You needed to go to the bathroom.

You tried to move his arm from you. Your whole body felt so sore. He groaned softly as you inched slowly out of his grip. Your legs almost gave out, feeling wobbly as you made your way to the bathroom attached to his quarters.

Your thighs were surprisingly clean, you spotted both yours and Kid’s towels in the hamper. He’d clearly used them to clean you up after you’d passed out. Your cheeks heated at the thought.

Fuck. You panicked. With your towel gone you’d have to find something else to wear as you’d run to your quarters for a change of clothes.

Your eyes landed on clothes scattered all over the room. You wondered if he would be angry if you borrowed one of his shirts. You picked one up from the floor, bringing it to you. You smiled. It smelled like him.

You slipped it on. It was big on you, easily covering you down to your thighs. You creaked the door of his quarters open, head peeking out to see how busy the deck was. No one was in sight. Good. You backed off, ready to make a run for it. A metal arm slammed the door closed before you could do anything.

“Did I say you could go, kitten?” Kid asked, trapping you between him and the door.

You let out a small, surprised squeak.

You turned around to face him slowly. You looked at him through your lashes, meeting his amused gaze. He gave your body a once over, clearly checking you out in his shirt. His flesh hand found its way to your thigh, nails grazing your skin as he roamed upwards, pushing the fabric in his movement.

“Good morning, Captain,” You mumbled shyly, “I didn’t want to wake you up. You looked so comfortable.” You rambled on, embarrassed.

A soft smile adorned his features. He leaned down catching your lips almost tenderly, lazily deepening the kiss. His fingers wandered against your body, knee finding its place in-between your legs, hands roughly palming your ass as he moved your bare cunt against his thigh.

You broke away, in need for air. “Kid,” you moaned.

He grinned, his kisses traveling to your neck. “I know it’s the wrong door,” he undid the first button of the shirt you were wearing. “But, If I remember properly,” he continued skillfully undoing button after button. “You have a fantasy involving me fucking you against a door.” The shirt opened, revealing your naked form. “What do you say, we make this one a reality too?”

Kid was fucking you senseless against the door when you heard someone knock against it. You tried to stifle your moans but that only made him redouble his efforts.

“The fuck you want,” Kid yelled between thrusts. “I’m. Fucking. Busy”

“Kid,” you heard Heat’s voice. “I lost the bet, so don’t get mad,” he pleaded. “But…” Through your moans, you heard Quincy say something along the lines of ‘go on, coward’. “Are we still setting sail today?” he asked.

Kid looked at you with a wicked grin. “Delay it for a few days,” he shouted between grunts. “I’ll be busy for a while.”

And he was busy for a while. When he finally let you go, it was with his fur coat draping your shoulders as you ran to your quarters, soft blush on your cheeks.

Fuck. You indeed looked magnificent in red.

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 months ago

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Not sure what I just wrote but I guess enjoy.

Steve truly didn’t mean to walk in on Loki and you. He planned to find Loki to ask him about a recon mission report and nothing more. When Steve went to knock on the door he heard what he thought was a groan of pain. Ever the golden boy Steve was, he decided to knock on the door. When there was no answer he chose to turn around and leave. Until he heard it again, he tried the door handle and it was unlocked. What he saw was not what he expected. There you were on your knees pleasing loki.

Ever since that incident, Steve has been avoiding the both of you for almost a week now. He couldn’t get the image of you sucking Loki off out of his mind. He felt horrible about himself for thinking of you in that way but the way your body looked and the way your lips fit perfectly around Loki's cock had his pants grow tight. His mother would kill him if she was still alive and knew what he was thinking.

Steve doesn’t know how much longer he can hold his composure. He wants you and he knows he shouldn’t. It’s not right., it’s not pure. Over the past week, he has been fantasizing about being Loki in that moment. Your lips wrapped around him, moaning, his name and not Loki's.

Today, Steve planned to avoid the two of you again at least until he could see you and not get a boner. However, the universe works in funny ways to mess with Steve.

As he stepped into the kitchen, expecting to grab a quick snack, but froze at the sight before him. There, in the warm glow of the overhead lights, were you and Loki, tangled together. Loki had you on top of the counter as his hands gripped tightly on your hips. Your fingers were tangled in Loki’s hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Whoa!” he blurted, the word escaping before he could stop it. He felt his face heat up, a mixture of shock and confusion swirling inside him.

You pulled away, your cheeks flushed but eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, Steve!” you said cheerfully as if you weren’t just caught in a steamy moment. “We were just—”

“sucking each other's face off” he interrupted, still grappling with the scene.

Loki smirked, clearly enjoying Steve’s discomfort. “Just exploring some… creative connections,” he quipped, arching an eyebrow.

But then, to Steve's utter astonishment, you leaned closer to Steve, a playful glint in your eye. “You know, maybe you’d like to join us?”

Steve blinked, caught between disbelief and curiosity. “Join you? In what exactly?” you laughed lightly, brushing your hair behind her ear. “Just think about it! It could be fun!”

Steve's heart raced as he processed the invitation. He’d always known you had a wild side, but this was something else entirely. The kitchen, once a place for late-night snacks, now felt charged with unexpected possibilities.

“Uh… I need a minute,” he stammered, torn between excitement and confusion as he backed away slowly. “Steve…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper. Steve didn’t respond. He just continued on his way. Loki didn’t like that,

"Come on Captain, I know about your nighttime fantasies since you walked in on us." This piqued Steve's interest, and he looked up and turned to face loki.

Steve felt cornered in the kitchen he felt like he was the little scrawny kid from Brooklyn again. "Look, Loki I don’t know what you’re talking about. It was just an accident" Steve tried to get away from the situation, but then you spoke up again and walked to him.

“I know it's a lot to process,” you said with a gaze steady on his. “But I really want you to think about what I said.” you leaned in closer, your breath warm against Steve's skin. “It could be… interesting.”

Before Steve could respond, you closed the distance, tilting your head slightly as you pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft but electric, sending a rush of feelings swirling inside him. For a moment, Steve melted into it, the surprise giving way to something deeper.

When you finally pulled back, your eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of vulnerability. “So, what do you think?” you asked, your fingers still lingering on his face.

Steve felt his heart racing, a mix of exhilaration and confusion. “I—I’ll think about it,” he stammered, his mind a whirl of emotions. As you smiled, he realized that this unexpected moment had shifted everything.

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greer2301 · 5 months ago

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Oc Honey

Honey sat scrolling through her phone on her bed, the packs having just returned home from their latest brush with death. With no warning Honey feels her body begin to heat up, her core beginning to tingle with need. Checking her calendar she sighs bringing her hand to her forehead and dialing Scott's number, she tries again when the first call fails before she calls Melissa's phone instead.

"Hey, Honey. What can I do for you?" Melissa asks as she answers the phone. "Hey, sorry to bother you but is there any way you can get Scott for me?" Honey asks as she paces around her room anxiously as her need grows uncomfortable. Honey hears Melissa open a door and the shout of Scott's name followed by the thud of a body hitting the floor. "I'm sorry Honey, he's out for the count. Maybe see if Stiles can help you?" Melissa asks as Honey kicks her end table in frustration. "Okay, thanks Mel" Honey tells her and hangs up her phone. Stiles would be a viable option however Stiles is human and therefore unequipped to handle this specific situation.

Scrolling through her contacts Honey starts calling viable candidates. "Hey, Jackson. I was wondering if you would help me?" Honey asks as he answers the phone. "With?" Jackson asks as he sips from his bottle. "I'm in heat. Usually Scott takes care of it but" Honey trails off as she feels another wave hit her. "Honey, were you not at the pack meeting when I came out?" Jackson asks as he holds a face of genuine confusion. "Shit, right, sorry I'm still getting used to it" Honey tells him, facepalming. "What's wrong?" Stiles asks as he answers his phone. "I'm in heat" Honey tells him beginning to become desperate from the discomfort.

"Call Scott" Stiles says like it's the most obvious thing. "See I did that, he's so exhausted he won't get up. Stiles what do I do?" Honey asks as she starts removing her lairs desperate to catch a break, Stiles takes a few minutes to answer leaving the wolf girl to wallow in her predicament. "Call Isaac" Stiles finally says with a tone that just screams he doesn't like his own idea. "I can do that?" Honey asks as she fans herself. "Scott's out of commission, Derek would get charged and I'm human. So, yes for tonight you call Isaac" Stiles says as he flops onto his bed. "Okay, I'll call you in the morning. Goodnight mischy" "Goodnight Bun" Honey hung up the phone with a groan.

Her finger hovered over Isaac's contact for a minute before she finally pressed it and let it ring. "Yeah?" Isaac asked as he picked up. "I'm in heat. Usually Scott handles it but he's unconscious and unreachable. I asked Stiles what to do and he told me to call you, Isaac will you come and help me please?" Honey rambled off as she was embarrassed having to call the boy. "You want me to fuck you, Honey" Isaac breathes into the phone saving the girl from her embarrassment. "Please, Isaac" Honey whimpers as she rubs her thighs together. "I'm on my way" Isaac told her and hung up the phone.

"Isaac" Honey whispered as the boy walked into her room, standing from the bed in her bra and underwear Honey wrapped her arms around him inhaling his scent. The Beta held her to him tightly, one hand resting on her exposed lower back and the other intertwined in her hair as he took in her scent. "Hi, pretty girl" Isaac purred as he removed her face from his neck. "Isaac" she whimpered, her eyes glowing yellow triggering Isaac's to do the same. Isaac brought her in for a kiss, their lips meeting softly at first quickly became messy and filled with need.

Isaac's claws cutting through her bra and underwear cause her to gasp, their tongues meeting and fighting for dominance. Isaac pulls away, putting his ring finger and middle finger into her mouth. "Suck" He demands, a smirk on his face as she obeys. Letting his jacket slide off his shoulders he gently runs his fingers through Honey's soaking folds, one hand on her throat lowering her onto the bed as he manipulates her sweet bundle of nerves. "Look at you, pretty girl. So willing" Isaac groans, his fingers teasing her entrance as her hole clenches around nothing begging for attention. "please" Honey begged breathlessly, her body convulsing each time Isaac's fingers teased her clit. "Tell me you need me, baby" Isaac whispers, his breath warm on her ear as his fingers continue to rub her clit. Whimpers left her mouth as Isaac teased her entrance again, his mouth latched onto the sweet spot on her neck.

"Please, I need you" Honey gets out through whimpers as she clings to the bedsheets, her hips bucking up against Isaac's thigh as he mercilessly runs his fingers over her clit. "Good girl" Isaac praises, his praise sending waves of pleasure straight to her aching core. Isaac removes himself from the bed taking off his remaining clothes, climbing back up he settles himself between Honey's thighs inhaling her scent causing his eyes to turn yellow Honey's eyes reflecting as she looked down at him. A feathered kiss to her clit made her moan, the sound going straight to Isaac's already throbbing cock as he began lapping her pussy like it was the best meal he'd ever eaten. His tongue played with her clit like they sung the same song, each move making her quiver the moans leaving her mouth raw and pornographic as she played with her nipples.

Isaac moaned as he lapped up her juices, his tongue slipping into her entrance to bring out more before he replaced his tongue with his fingers and continued sucking her clit. Her pussy tightened around his digits brought him out of his pussy filled haze, watching as the girl beneath him came undone his fingers toying with her clit as she squirted her juices onto him. "Damn, baby. Can McCall make you do that?" Isaac asked as he gave her a moment to come down. "Truthfully, it usually only happens with a vibrator" Honey tells him as she tries to catch her breath. "Nice, How do you want it?" Isaac asked as he rubbed her thigh dragging his claws over her unmarked skin every so often. "Not to sound ironic but, I really enjoy doggy style" Honey tells him, both of them releasing a small laugh as they get into the position. "Are you ready, pretty girl?" Isaac asks, slicking himself with her juices as he rubs himself through her folds teasing her pulsing hole one hand on her hip the other gripping his shaft.

Honey doesn't answer, instead she slides herself down Isaac's length pulling a moan from the both of them. "Fuck, you feel so good" Isaac tells her with a groan as he thrusts into her, meeting her in the middle as she fucks herself back on him. Isaac mercilessly pounds into her, his claws digging into her plush hips as she moans with her head dug into the pillow. “So fucking good” Isaac moans, his hips faltering as Honeys hole tightens around him, her orgasm ripping his own from him both breathing heavily as Isaac lays beside her.

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hopelesswritergall · 1 year ago

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The adventures of coffee

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The five times Aemond got your order wrong and the one time he got it right

TW: afab reader, fingering, general nsfw stuff

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On entering the small warm coffee shop, the aroma of freshly prepared coffee surrounded you. Golden rays of sunlight streamed in through the big windows highlighting the rough wooden tables and strange looking chairs. People were rushing in the place as it was morning yet your eyes were attracted to the handsome barista behind the counter. You saw on his nameplate he was called Aemond. Peculiar name, but you didn’t pay any kind to it, neither to his eyepatch.His look into your eyes would melt the coldest of people’s hearts.

“Good morning,” you said, trying so hard not to show that your cheeks were already getting a bit warmer when Aemond showed you his smile.

“Good morning,” he said with a flirty smile while leaning forward. “What can I get you today darling? Pumpkin spiced latte, iced coffee? You name it love.”

“Caramel latte with extra foam,” you said, your voice shaking just a little bit more than you had meant it to be.

“Extra foam? Sure,” Aemond answered with his pen darting around the cup’s top.

You jumped up from your chair when your name was called and quickly moved towards your drink only to become confused. The liquid that passed your lips was certainly not like a caramel latte but more similar to a simple cappuccino.

“Excuse me”, you called as you tried to get the attention of Aemond. He looked at you with a smile on his face.

"Is there a problem, princess?"

His word choice made it impossible for you not to feel the heat rise to your face. "This isn't a caramel latte."

Smiling, he came even nearer to you. “Hmmm? Are you sure about that? Maybe it’s just a caramel latte with an identity crisis.”

Still, you giggled with Aemond and he vowed to pour your drink for real this time. There was no doubt that your initial encounter with the charismatic barista had made a lasting impression on both of you.

The second time

The next day, you returned to the coffee shop, ready to give Aemond another chance. After all, everyone makes mistakes, right?

"Hey there," Aemond greeted with a sly grin. "Back for round two?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful tone. "I'll have a vanilla latte this time, please."

"Vanilla latte coming right up, sunshine." Aemond scribbled down your order, his sapphire eye twinkling in the sunlight.

Once your drink was ready, you approached the counter, hoping that this time, you'd get exactly what you ordered. But as you took a sip, you realized that it was nothing like a vanilla latte; it tasted more like a chai latte.

Aemond noticed your quizzical expression and strutted over. "What's the verdict this time, sweetheart? Did I ace it?"

You chuckled, liking his attitude. "Well, it's not a vanilla latte, but it's delicious."

Aemond grinned, his cockiness still intact. "Close enough, right?"

You nodded, secretly enjoying this little caffeine-fueled dance with the charismatic barista. The tension between you two was undeniable.

The third time

A few days later, you found yourself standing in front of the coffee shop's counter again. Now ready to face Aemond’s often charming yet error-prone skills.

“How’s it going?” Aemond asks with a wink. “What will be your poison of the day?”

“Can I have a hazelnut mocha this time?” You replied.

“Easy enough,” Aemond scribbles it down on the cup and gets to work.

Once your drink was ready, you took a cautious sip. It wasn’t a hazelnut mocha or a mocha at all, it was actually just black coffee. A plain black coffee, nothing added, just the bitter taste of the coffee.

You chuckled as you approached Aemond. “You always find some way to surprise me. This is just black coffee!”

Aemond shrugged with a mischievous smile. “Who needs hazelnut when you can have the pure essence of coffee?”

Shaking your head in amusement, you appreciate the playful banter that came with ordering from Aemond.

The fourth time

The next week, you returned to the coffee shop, determined to challenge Aemond's skills once more. After all, this has become an unexpected yet endearing part of your daily routine.

"Hey there, Aemond," you greeted. "I'll have a toffee nut latte with whipped cream this time."

Aemond's eyes twinkled with mischief as he scribbled down your order. "Toffee nut latte with whipped cream, you got it."

When your drink was ready, you took a sip and realized it was not a toffee nut latte but a regular latte with no whipped cream.

You approached Aemond with an amused grin. "Aemond, this is just a regular latte."

Aemond feigned innocence, his eyes showing his mischievous side. "Oops, I must have confused toffee nut with 'plain old latte.' My bad."

You couldn't help but shake your head in amusement. Each incorrect order was becoming an endearing but weird tradition between the two of you.

The fifth time

By the fifth visit, you couldn't help but wonder if Aemond's mistakes were intentional or just an oddly timed coincidence. But you found yourself looking forward to each visit, not only for the caffeine fix but for the banter and charm Aemond provided.

"Good to see you back,” he greeted with a smirk. "What order can I mess up for you today princess? Is today the day you want a pumpkin spiced latte?"

You chuckled. "I'll have a peppermint mocha, please. No pumpkin spiced latte for me please."

Aemond wrote down your order and sent it along to the barista. As you received the drink, you discovered that it was not a peppermint mocha but a pumpkin spiced latte instead.

You sighed, though you couldn't help but smile. "Aemond, it's not a peppermint mocha."

Aemond leaned closer, his grin widening. "Oops, well can you blame me? Peppermint and pumpkin. Pretty similar. My bad."

You laughed, giving him a playful look. Despite the series of wrong orders, there was something endearing about Aemond's witty banter and charm. You found yourself looking forward to your daily visits to the coffee shop, if only to see what creative ‘mistake’ Aemond would make with your order.

Getting it right

A few weeks passed, and you were back at the coffee shop, hoping for a change of pace. You couldn't help but wonder if Aemond would ever get your order right.

"Hello, Aemond," you greeted with a playful smile. "I'll have a caramel latte with extra foam, just like I ordered on my first day."

Aemond scribbled your order, this time without any teasing or witty remarks..

When your name was called and you eagerly reached for your drink, your anticipation was met with a pleasant surprise. It was a caramel latte with extra foam, prepared exactly as you'd requested.

You looked at Aemond with a surprised smile. "Aemond, you actually got it right this time."

He grinned, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "It only took five tries, but I finally nailed it."

You couldn't help but laugh as you sipped your perfectly made caramel latte. Maybe it was Aemond's charming imperfections that had made you look forward to coming back each day.

“I’m actually impressed by it, I didn’t know it was possible.” You joked

“Well, I try my best for pretty people sometimes. Not often, but sometimes.”

That was all the confirmation you needed from him. “You think I’m pretty? I must admit I’ve always found you pretty as well.”

Aemond suddenly got an idea. It was bold but he was almost certain you’d be up for it. “Since I'm closing soon, how would you like to stay a bit longer? We could go to the back of the shop…”

“I’d say close the shop, pretty barista boy.”

With a quick motion, he flipped the sign on the door to read 'Closed' and turned back towards you with a predatory grin. "Alright then, let's go somewhere more private," he murmured, leading you towards the back room of the cafe where they could indulge in their desires without interruption.

“You’re pretty bold, Aemond. I like that about you”

Aemond snickered faintly and wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you near to him as he guided you through the dimly lit corridor towards the back room. Once inside, he shut the door behind you and pressed you against it, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours He traced his fingers lightly over your cheek before running them down to your neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath your skin.

“Tell me the things you want to do with me, Aemond, I wish to hear it. ”

Aemond whispered into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to explore every inch of your body with my tongue and hands until you are quivering with pleasure," he growled, his voice low and rough," Then I want to take you to the edge and observe as you fall apart in ecstasy."

His hand slipped under your shirt, skimming over your bare skin before coming to rest on your breast, squeezing gently.

“What do you say? Are you willing to give yourself over to me fully?" Aemond grinned wickedly and bent down to capture your mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he deepened the connection between you two. His other hand moved to unzip your jeans, sliding them down along with your panties, liberating your bare body from the cloth." Mmm, you are so beautiful," he muttered against your lips before running kisses down your throat and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire.

Aemond smirked devilishly and continued his exploration, his hands roaming over your body with expert accuracy, teasing and tormenting you with each touch. As he slid his fingers inside of you, he groaned deeply, feeling how soaking and ready you were for him." You are incredible," he whispered hoarsely," So responsive and eager to please." He thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot that made you moan loudly, making him grin wickedly.

“Look at you, so pathetic. So needy for me already, what do you say princess? Are you ready?”

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jayoonology · 2 years ago

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𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗮/𝗻 - FIRST POST ON THIS BLOG YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love yoon I can't even put it into words. literally crying while writing this, I wish yoon was my girlfriend.

a call from my dream - meaningful stone

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𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗻𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

The gentle light filtering through the window illuminates the room, casting a warm glow on everything around you. You can hear the sound of the world outside, but it all seems distant and unimportant as if you're in your own little world.

As you slowly awaken from your slumber, you find yourself wrapped in your girlfriend Yoon's loving embrace. The warmth of her body and the softness of her skin against yours makes you feel safe and secure. You feel her rhythmic breathing against your neck as she holds you tightly, and you can't help but smile.

As you lay there in Yoon's arms, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You have nowhere to be, nothing to do, and no one to answer to but each other. You take a deep breath and bask in the moment, knowing that there is no place you'd rather be than in her arms.

You can't help but smile as you gaze down at her sleeping face, her eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. You reach out to gently poke her cheek, hoping to wake her up.

"Pssst, Yoon, wake up," you say softly, poking her cheek again.

She stirs a little, but instead of opening her eyes, she nuzzles further into your chest, murmuring something unintelligible. You chuckle softly, and stroke her hair, enjoying the peaceful moment together.

"Come on, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up," you whisper, giving her cheek another poke.

Yoon grumbles in her sleep but doesn't wake up. You continue to poke her cheek, trying to coax her out of her slumber, telling her that you have to get up and start your day, but Yoon isn't having any of it. She pulls you closer, pressing her face into your chest, and nuzzles you lovingly.

"Just five more minutes, please?" she pleads, giving you the most adorable puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

You can't resist her and decide to indulge her request. You snuggle up to her, wrapping your arms around her, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. You take a deep breath, inhaling her sweet scent, she somehow always smells of citrus.

After a couple of minutes of silence you slowly open your eyes and start to move, hoping to get up and start your day, but Yoon stirs and murmurs in her sleep.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asks, half asleep, as she wraps her arms around you and pulls you back into bed with her. "Good morning, y/nie," she says, her voice soft, laced with sleep.

You smile down at her, feeling your heart swell with love. You lean in to give her a gentle kiss, savouring the sweetness of her lips. "Good morning, Yoon. How did you sleep?" you ask, as she snuggles back into your chest.

"Amazing, with you by my side," she replies. She shifts to sit up, stretching her arms.

“Are you ready to get up?” You ask, your arm wrapped around her waist. She nods, kissing your forehead gently.

“I’ll go make breakfast.” She says, pulling you up. “Any requests?”

You pretend to think even though both Yoon and you know what your answer is going to be, “Mmm, pancakes!” you exclaim, as if you had epiphany. Lazy days like this, Yoon always makes you pancakes.

After a quick shower you walk into the kitchen to your girlfriend dancing, with some 90s song blasting in the background. "I'm feeling so pancakey today!" she exclaimed, twirling around with the bag of flour in her hand.

You couldn't help but laugh at her antics, and you decided to join in, humming a tune and shaking your hips to the beat.

As you start to mix the ingredients together, you realized that you had forgotten to buy the most important one - the eggs.

"Oh no, Yoon! we don't have any eggs!" you exclaimed, looking at her in dismay.

Yoon looks at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Don't worry, Chef Yoon has a secret ingredient that will make our pancakes even better," she says, as she pulled out a jar of peanut butter.

"Peanut butter?" you ask, feeling a little hesitant. How could peanut butter substitute eggs?

"Trust me, it'll be delicious!" Yoon replied, as she began to mix the peanut butter into the batter.

You trust Yoon's instincts, and you continue to mix the batter together, adding a dash of cinnamon and vanilla extract for good measure.

As you started to pour the batter onto the griddle, things began to get even more chaotic. Yoon accidentally knocks over the jar of syrup, causing it to spill all over the counter and onto the floor.

"Oh no!" she cried out, as she tried to clean up the mess. “Baby help me!!”

You immediately grab a towel, and started to wipe up the syrup, but then you hear a sizzle and a hiss coming from the griddle. You look over, and see the pancakes have started to burn.

"Yoon, the pancakes are burning!" you shout, as you tried to flip them over with your hands.

Yoon quickly grabs a spatula, and helps you flip the pancakes over, but they didn't look quite right. They were lumpy, and uneven, and some of them were even stuck to the griddle.

Despite the chaos, you and Yoon couldn't stop laughing. You decide to just roll with it, and see how the pancakes turn out.

As you finally sit down to eat, you both took a bite of the peanut butter pancakes, and were surprised to find that they were actually pretty good.

"These are amazing!" Yoon exclaimed, as she took another bite.

You couldn't help but grin, even though the morning had been chaotic and a little messy, it had been filled with laughter and love. Every moment spent with Yoon was precious, and you cherished every laugh, every conversation, and every memory the two of you made together. There was no one else in the world that you would rather spend your time with.

"Do you want to go to river today?" Yoon's voice brings you back to reality. Your smile widens at the mention of the river, memories of your first date flooding back to you.

"The river?" You repeat, the smile lingering on your lips, "What inspired that idea?"

She shrugs, eating her pancakes, "We haven't been in a long time, and it's the perfect weather."

You reach out across the kitchen island, squeezing her hand, "Let's go."

"Let's go!" She echos, jumping from her seat with excitement, not bothering to finish her breakfast. She grabs your hand, dragging you out of the kitchen to the front door.

You go along with whatever your girlfriend Yoon does, following her out into the warm spring morning. You can't help but wonder how she does it. Even on the laziest of days, she's bursting with excitement and enthusiasm, ready to take on whatever the day has in store for her.

You aren't even half way to the river when she stops, playful glint in her eye "Come on, jump on my back!" she says, grinning from ear to ear.

You look at her skeptically, unsure if you really want to be lifted up by her. "Are you sure you can handle my weight?" you ask, teasingly.

Yoon rolls her eyes playfully. "Of course I can, you're not that heavy!" she insists, before adding in a mock whisper, "If you do fall off, it might be on purpose."

You let out a laugh, knowing that she's just teasing you. "Okay, fine. But be careful!" you say, as you climb onto her back.

As she starts to walk around, you can't help but feel a little nervous. Yoon is a strong person, but the idea of being lifted up like this still makes you feel a bit uneasy.

Yoon noticing your apprehension, pretends as if she's losing her balance, making you yelp in surprise. "Oh no, I'm gonna drop you!" she exclaims, before laughing and steadying herself.

You can't help but laugh at her silly antics, feeling a sense of joy and playfulness fill you up. As Yoon continues to walk ahead, she keeps pretending to lose her balance, making you jump and squeal in delight.

"I swear, if you drop me, I'm gonna tickle you!" you threaten, playfully.

Yoon just grins mischievously, enjoying the game. "You wouldn't dare," she says, before pretending to stumble again.

You both continue to walk ahead, with Yoon carrying you on her back and teasing you, and you can't help but feel grateful for her infectious energy and sense of humour. Even though it's just a silly piggyback ride, it's moments like these that make you feel alive and happy. You nuzzle your face into her neck, breathing her sweet perfume.

As you near the river, Yoon picks up her speed, almost running to your destination. You laugh at her energy, holding on to her neck for dear life.

"Are you even breaking a sweat?" you ask, teasingly.

Yoon laughs, her legs pumping as she charges towards the water's edge with you still on her back. You shriek in surprise and hold on tight, feeling the wind rushing past you as you go.

When she finally comes to a stop at the edge of the river, you slide off her back and take a few deep breaths, trying to catch your breath. Yoon grabs your hand collapsing on the glass, pulling you down with her.

"Woah, that was something else," you say, grinning at Yoon.

She beams back at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Told you I had energy to spare," she says. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Being back at the river with Yoon reminded you of just how much you loved her, and how grateful you were to have her in your life.

You lie in silence for a while, basking in the warm sun. The peaceful sound of the flowing water filled the air, and a light breeze made the leaves rustle. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath of fresh air, feeling content and relaxed.

Out of nowhere, Yoon suddenly speaks up, breaking the silence. "Do you remember the first time we met?" she asks, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

You smile at the memory, "Of course I do. It was in our philosophy class. You came in late and sat next to me." You remember the first time you saw Yoon like it was yesterday. It was your first day of university, and you were nervously sitting by yourself. You were sitting in your university lecture, trying your best to pay attention to the professor's words. Suddenly, the door burst open and in walked a tall girl with long black hair. She quickly scanned the room before making her way to the empty seat next to you. As she sat down, you couldn't help but notice her infectious smile and lively energy.

Yoon chuckled. "Yeah, I don't think anyone could forget my loud and obnoxious entrance." You laugh, pulling her closer to you, "And I kept talking to you throughout the entire lesson, even though you were clearly trying to focus on the lecture."

"Yeah, I was trying to take notes, but you were too distracting." You mumble into her chest, hugging her tightly.

Yoon playfully hits your arm, "Hey, I was just being friendly."

You look up to look at her, "I know, and I loved it. I instantly knew I liked you." Even though it was a couple of years ago, you can still remember the scene clearly. You remember the cute outfit she wore; her baggy jeans with cropped white tee. You remember her asking you for a pencil; she never gave you your pencil back but you didn't really care. You just couldn't believe someone like her was talking to you.

Yoon grins, "Yeah, me too. You were cute, trying to act all serious and focused. But I could see through that and knew you were just as outgoing and fun as me."

You both laugh, enjoying the memory of your first meeting. Yoon leans her head back onto the grass and looks up at the sky. You feel her fingers interlace with yours, and she pulls your hand closer to her, resting it on her chest. You both stare up at the sky, watching the fluffy clouds drift by.

"Look, that one looks like a puppy," Yoon says, pointing at a cloud.

You squint your eyes and try to see it, but all you can make out is a vague shape. "I don't see it," you say, laughing.

Yoon turns to face you, propping herself up on her elbow. "Here, let me show you," she says, sitting up and pulling you up with her. She points up at the sky, her finger tracing the outline of the cloud. "See, the head is here, and the ears are here." She looks back at you, grinning. "Can you see it now?"

"Oh my god, you're right! It does." You nod, impressed. "Look, that one looks like a house." pointing to an oddly squared shaped cloud.

"I see it!" She responds excitedly, tracing the outline with her finger to confirm.

"Hey, let's skip some stones!" You turn to Yoon and say,

Yoon grins at you and stands up, eagerly walking towards the water with you. You both bend down and pick up some flat rocks, each trying to find the perfect one to skip.

You carefully select a stone and holding it in your hand. "Watch this," you say, before throwing the rock. It skims across the surface of the water several times before finally sinking below.

Yoon tries her luck and toss a rock, but it only bounces once before sinking. "Not bad," You say, patting her on the back. "But let me show you how it's done."

You picks up another rock, taking a deep breath, and tosses it with all your might. The rock skips so many times it's almost hard to count. You both laugh and cheer as the rock disappears into the distance.

"That was amazing!" Yoon exclaim, "You're soooooo good at this." She slurs her words, her arms snaking around your waste. You feel your cheeks heat up at her words, but you can't help but feel a sense of happiness at the same time. Yoon always makes you feel so comfortable and loved.

As you continue skipping stones on the water, you can feel Yoon's presence behind you. She has her arms wrapped around your waist, and her head resting on your shoulder. You pause for a moment, taking in the beautiful scenery and the feeling of Yoon's embrace.

Without thinking, you turn around and face her. "Yoon," you say, taking her hands in yours. "I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much."

Yoon's eyes light up with happiness, and a smile spreads across her face. "I love you too," she says, pulling you into a tight hug. "I've loved you since the moment I met you, and I will always love you."

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shenk-nsfw-trolls · 2 years ago

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smash or pass Prox for Mischi?

Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.

"Ooooh, he's cute. Definitely smash~"

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writingintheshadowsforever · 2 years ago

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Imagine Aneka coming to you to convince Okoye to let her keep the daggers

"Did you not like them?" Shuri asked a hint of disappointment in her voice.

Aneka frantically shook her head. "Of course Princess Shuri I adore them even more so than the spears."

"Then why are you returning them to me?" Shuri pushed eyebrows raised in confusion. When Aneka just looked away instead of answering. She could come only come to one conclusion eyes widening in disbelief at the thought. "Aneka please tell you didn't somehow break them. Those were the only pair we made so far."

"No Princess Shuri I didn't promise" Aneka reassured her. She sighed knowing she had to be truthful, or else the princess wouldn't take them back. And it was already made clear she wasn't allowed to use them in battle anymore. "The General is adamant we must uphold tradition, and use the weapon our ancestors picked for us. Why change when it isn't necessary."

Shuri brought a hand up face-palming herself grumbling under her breath. "For Bast's sake that woman can be infuriating sometimes." Shuri had spent the past few months pushing for more upgrades to the armor and weapons. Not just for the Dora Milaje but every army in Wakanda, and all of the other tribes were receptive of the changes. But Okoye fought her every step of the way so far not letting a single modification be made.

Shuri was at the point where she just wanted to pull rank and command the General to make the changes. The only thing stopping her from doing so was the fact that Okoye wasn't just some solider. In charge of protecting the royal family. Her and Okoye had a close and personal relationship, and doing something like that would be crossing a unspoken boundary.

Aneka's eye lit up when she saw you walk by on your way to your own personal work station. "My princess there might actually be a way to convince the General, but I would need to borrow one of your scientists."

"Who and-" Shuri started to question until Aneka nodded in your direction. Her hand shot out to clasp the Dora Milaje on the arm as she turned to her. A look of mischief on her face "that is actually a genius idea Aneka. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner."

You were a former Dora Milaje turned combat strategist and weapon scientist. Most of your days were spent coming up with new weapon models for Shuri to build, or ways to upgrade the already existing ones. Not to mention battle aircrafts and so on. You only participated with mission plans when someone asked for you by name. You use to be one of the fiercest and dangerous warriors for Wakanda, but then you suffered a life-threatening injury. During the battle against Thanos, and unfortunately by the time. They got you back to Wakanda for Shuri to work her magic. It was too late while she was able to save your life her procedures were unable to completely heal the injury. You could've went back into the field, but not without the risk of upsetting the injury again.

The Dora Milaje held a ceremony for your retirement and even today your spear and armor was memorialized to never be use again. There was no one who missed your presence on a daily basis more than Okoye, and even though she would never admit it. Everyone could tell by the way she made a habit to still include in training exercises, or how she would stop by the lab with a coffee or lunch for you. Okoye had yet to reveal her feelings for you yet, but they were pretty obvious.

Shuri skipped over to your work station throwing her arms around your neck, and resting her chin on your shoulder. "Hi y/n what are you up to?"

You brought a hand up to pat her on the arm. "Hi princess I'm working on some upgrades for the Dora's spear. I know you've been fighting tooth and nail with Okoye to change anything about the armor, or include a new weapon. I figure this would be something she wouldn't be able to turn down."

"Well that does sound interesting but there might be something else you could do for me" Shuri whispered in your ear. You leaned your head back with a raised eyebrow hearing the mischief in her voice.

A Few Hours Later

"You know you don't always have to be the first one on the field, and the last one to leave." You said leaning up against the wall with your arms crossed.

Okoye came to a stop tilting her head to the side in confusion. You never showed up to her room unannounced. It was always planned and expected especially on her part. "Um y/n what are you doing here? I don't remember us having anything planned unless-" Her voice trailed off as she racked her brain trying to figure out did she forget about making plans with you. She had been pretty busy and stressed out lately with the Dora Milaje having to keep up with. All the ambushes on the Wakanda Outreach centers spread-out across the world.

It was unusual sight to see the General so flustered and unsure of herself. You were pretty sure that you were the only one who got to ever see her like this. And you prayed it stayed like that forever. You pushed off the wall to close the distance between the two of you placing a comforting hand on her arm. "Okoye" You called out to her softly

She looked up at you and when your eyes locked together. All of her worries and thoughts washed away as she nearly melted under your touch. "I should just let you in shouldn't I."

"Yes unless you don't want to I wouldn't hold it-" She pressed a single finger to your lips making to stop you from finishing your sentence. "Hush entle don't ever question rather or not I want you around." You gave her a nod and followed her as she went to her room. Once inside you took your usual spot in the middle of bed laid out on your side. Okoye ventured into the bathroom to wash up and get into some more comfortable clothing. She took her time knowing you would still be waiting there when she got done.

Thirty minutes later Okoye exited the bathroom tossing her clothes into the dirty bin. Before climbing into the bed with you wasting no time to let her body rest in your arms. If you ever told anyone that the General was the little spoon during your cuddle sessions with her on a daily basis. No one would believe you, they probably wouldn't believe she liked to cuddle in the first place. For a few minutes the two of you just laid there together. Both of your arms wrapped around her waist, her face buried in the crook of your neck, and yours resting a top of hers. It was you who broke the silence.

"How was your day?"

"Mmmmmm" she let out a low hum snuggling up to you even more. "A bit less stressful than most we just returned from another meeting with the other countries. Their attacks and accusations are relentless I miss the old days y/n."

"I know times were more simpler back then, but you've been doing such a good job with everything going on. Who knows you might be able to put in that request for a Starbucks now. I think the Queen would grant it this time" You said letting out a giggle when she smacked your arm.

"Not that I'm complaining because I did need this, but what's up with the visit?" Okoye finally asked scooting up a little bit, and propping herself up on her elbows. You lifted your head up to look down at her. She had put on her serious impenetrable General face on that not even you could breakthrough. When she knew something was up.

"Akena dropped by the lab today to give the daggers back, and she didn't look very happy about it." You told her raising a accusatory eyebrow at her.

Okoye let out a exasperation sigh throwing her head back. "Not this again y/n I thought you of all people would understand."

"Just because she wants to use a different weapon, or add them to her arsenal doesn't mean. She's turning her back on the traditional spear, or trying to get rid of them." You argued bringing a hand to caress her cheek. Okoye almost leaned into the touch until she realized what was going on.

"Akena put you up to this didn't she" She accused.

"She might have asked me to say something on her behalf. She really does love those daggers, but its not just her. You've been fighting Shuri a lot on her new models as well" You said.

"Her armor designs are ridiculous" Okoye exclaimed rolling over onto her side. So now that her back was to you.

You planted a light kiss on her neck smirking when she shivered at the feel of your lips on her bare skin. Resting your chin on her shoulder you continued "the armor designs might be a little out there. But what about some modifications to the spear, or same armor just stronger. Would you be fighting me this hard?"

"You know that isn't a fair question, and yes I would if your ideas was just as crazy."

"Fine I'll talk to Shuri about toning down some of designs, and you agree to actually hear her out. Instead of shutting down all her ideas before she can even finish."

Okoye mumbled something you couldn't quite make out, but you did pick up the word love. It made you perk up a bit earning her a few more kisses. Okoye let out a real life giggle scrunching up her shoulders. "Okay okay I give I'll consider some of the modifications" she conceded.

"Akena gets to keep the daggers as well" You quickly added.

Okoye sighed "fine but exactly what am I getting out of all this?"

"A date with me because frankly I'm growing tired of waiting for you to make the first move. I mean for a General your woah- Your voice was cut off with a gasp as you were rolled over onto your back, and found both of your arms pinned above your head. Okoye straddling you her face only inches away from yours. You tried to find the words, but your voice was gone.

"Mmmm you were saying" Okoye said with a playful smirk.

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crazyk-imagine · 3 years ago

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Twin Flames

Characters: Female reader, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley

Warnings: Mentions of pranks, minor “angst”, fluff, George has a secret/ not so secret crush on reader

Word Count: 1,240

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“Molly!” A voice calls out.

Molly and Arthur turn around to find you running towards them.

“Oh, I’m so happy it was you two. I was worried I called out to a different couple.”

The older woman smiles, pulling you closer so she can hug you, “it’s good to see you, dear.”

“We certainly have missed you,” Arthur adds, giving you a hug as well.

“Where are you two going?”

“We’re visiting the boys at their shop,” the older woman answers you. The smile vanishes for a second before you give the two a fake one, so they don’t see how much hearing about the two affects you still, even after all this time. “I see, I’ll leave you to it then.”

Molly pulls you back before you could walk further away. “Oh, no. Come on, you’re coming with us,” she wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you with her.

Arthur trailing behind the two of you. - “Who’s that?” Ron asks, looking out the window, pointing at you. It’s hard for him to see that it’s you but, he does know that his mother is extremely happy to see you.

The twins turn, their jaws drop.

“That’s not her,” Fred says.

“Is it?” George finishes.

They look at one another before pretending to be busy.

The three of you slowly get closer and closer to the shop.

“Isn’t that your friend?”

“No.”

“But-”

“If we don’t make you our test subject, will you stop asking?” Fred asks.

Ron shrugs, “sure.”

The bell above the door jingles, alerting the three of your arrival. - “Well, I am happy to have found you two. I’ve been meaning to-”

Molly shakes her head, “nonsense, we’re here now. And now, you can spend the afternoon with us.”

“Oh, I couldn’t impose.”

“I insist.”

“You’re clearly having a “family day” and would you look at that, I’m not family. I’ll be going now,” you turn around, ready to exit the shop.

“We’ve known you and your family for as long as I could remember, you are family,” Arthur says.

You purse your lips and turn around, “fine, fine. You’ve worn me down. I suppose I can… stick around for a few minutes.”

“You’ll be joining us dinner,” Molly corrects you.

You chuckle through your nose, “I wouldn’t have expected anything else.”

Arthur wanders over towards Ron, chatting with his youngest son.

Molly leans closer to you, “I know you and my boys haven’t seen each other for quite some time now and I want you to know that they miss you. We all do.”

You suck in your bottom lip, biting on your lowering lip, feeling uncomfortable talking about this. “Yeah.”

She sighs, patting your arm, “try talking to them.” She walks away, joining in on Arthur and Ron’s conversation. - You wonder towards the love potions- only looking, not touching any of the small bottles.

“It’s good to see you again,” Fred says, glancing over at George (who stands on the other side of you).

You say nothing, only praying that Merlin would get you out of this.

“Are you ever gonna talk to us?” Fred asks.

“We missed talking to you,” George adds.

“I’m sure you both did, but that mean anything.”

“We didn’t tell you for a reason,” George adds.

“And that makes it okay or justifies your reason to stop talking to me, moments before you two decided to quit school.”

“We were trying to protect you,” Fred says.

“We’ll consider me protected. And don’t come to me when you need help on one of your potions or treats,” you turn to walk away.

George grabs your wrist, “if you were in our shoes, would you have told us?”

You huff, “that isn’t fair.”

“Exactly. But, if it was you, we wouldn’t have questioned it and we would have been by your side.”

“From the very beginning,” Fred finishes.

You sigh, “fine, fine. Let me go,” you shake your wrist.

George loosens his grip and let’s go of you.

“I don’t like you two right now,” you pout.

The brother’s glance at one another with their classic mischievous smile and wrap their arms around you. “We’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you awkwardly pat their arms.

They stand in front of you.

You fidget with the bottom of your shirt without realizing it, “I- uhh- I have something for the two of you. I planned on giving them to you when we returned for next year but… that didn’t happen so.” You pull out your wand and wave it around in a circle so that two small boxes would appear in the palm of your free hand. You put your wand away and hold your hand out in front of the two.

They look at one another before looking back at you with a suspicious gaze in their eyes.

“What is it?” Fred asks.

“Late gifts for you two,” you shove your hand closer to them. “Take it.”

“How do we know something won’t explode?”

“I’m not like you two,” you joke.

“Rude,” the two say.

“Come on, my arm is getting tired.”

They each take their own initialed box.

“Nothing will pop out?” asks Fred.

“Or stain our skin?” George adds.

You roll your eyes, “no.”

They carefully open the box and find- “How did you know?” George starts.

“You swear you haven’t been here?” Fred asks.

You chuckle, “no, Fred. And, I had a feeling. Put ‘em on. Put ‘em on.” You take their boxes and watch as they carefully pin the custom-made pin with a “W” and their Hogwarts house colors, along with the statue outside of their shop making it look like you had taken a picture of the front of their shop.

Fred has his on his left jacket collar, George on his right (although they’ll switch sides later to see who can figure out who is who, you always win this game).

“I heard mother was trying to get you to join us for dinner,” Fred tells you.

You nod, “yep. I don’t know if I should though. Us three together never ends well… for anyone.”

“That’s why we will escort you home,” George throws an arm around his shoulder.

Fred winks at his brother with a smirk.

George shakes his head and begins to secretly plot a prank specially designed for Fred.

“You just want me to join you so we can prank Ron like we used to do- which I was never a part of by the way. You two were always too hard on him.”

The two of you walk away from Fred.

“We can’t,” George tells you.

“Do what?”

“Prank Ron.”

“Why?”

“We promised.”

“Okay… oh!” you gasp.

“What?”

You lean up to whisper in his ear, “what if we prank your brother?”

“Percy?”

“No. He also doesn’t like me very much so I’d like to keep that dislike at a minimum.”

“Bill?”

“No, besides he’s too far.”

“Charlie?”

“He’s even farther.”

“I know you said brother but, Ginny?”

“No,” you groan.

“Fred, your twin. The one you shared a womb with. Oh, also your bedroom.”

“What do you have in mind?”

The two of you continue to plot… even at the dinner table.

Let’s just say, Fred did NOT want to leave the house. He still complains about his hair and clothes.

Point - 1 for team Twin Flames and Point - 0 for sad, lonely Fred (George came up with the names).

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #harry potter imagine #Harry Potter Characters #fred and george weasley #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george weasley imagines #fred and george weasley imagine #fred and george weasley x reader #fred and george weasley x you #crazyk-imagine

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mischievous-piltovan · 10 months ago

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Heyyy I was just wondering if ur still writing ur mig fiction, of atlas and Sisyphus?

no pressure ofc and I love ur writing 💜💜

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words <3 Right now I'm (trying to) finish a request I got in an ask regarding Miguel x Reader. But once I'm done with that I do plan to go back to Atlas and Sisyphus!

#mischie writing #mischie answers

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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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two beautiful girls

someone asked for me to try dad!tom again so here's my humble attempt, I really really hope it doesn't disappoint but honestly I didn’t spend a lot of time on it before my brain turned to mush :) hope everyones okay... today seems to have felt particularly shitty for no real reason, but sending lots o love <3

dad!tomholland x reader

Summary: dealing with your daughter while tom’s away is tricky to say the least, but its all worth it when the three of u are reunited again // fluff (and maybe angst if u squint rlly hard)

(I can’t work out where this pic is from to credit but pls lmk if it’s yours/ u know)

Normally, hearing the door turn in the lock of your front door was one of the best sensations in the world. No matter how long Tom had been away for you would always be filled with such a sense of relief and warmth just by knowing he was there. Sometimes it’d be after he left only a couple of hours previous for a two hour meeting; or after a quick long weekend in New York for an event; ranging to a two and half month block of shooting across the globe. Especially since little Nova was born, your longing for Tom was only quadrupled because you also had a complete ‘daddy’s girl’ pining after him too.

Tom had only been away for a couple of nights, yet your 18 month daughter seemed to think she’d been abandoned for months on end. She had slept for less than 6 hours each day and as much as you tried to appeal to her wise and intellectual side (which didnt really exist - she was only 18 months) that sleep would pass the time till his return ; she was having absolutely none of it. Nova kept you up for hours and hours, screaming, screeching and wailing because you weren’t as ‘funny’ as daddy or as soft as her daddy. And what does a sleep deprived baby lead to…? A grumpy baby. She refused to eat which was so awful because then you felt as if you were neglected your child.

It just made you feel a bit of a failure, to be quite frank. The house was a mess - you’d tried almost every toy to cheer her up, which Nova had actually found great joy in launching back at your face in spite. You were a mess too - at one point, who knows when, you had tied your hair back but now flyaways were everywhere as it pulled itself out of the grasp of the too-loose scrunchie. Oh and then there was the babyfood Nova had kindly spat all over your shirt.

It had been a really fun three days.

It was therefore counter intuitive, the fact that Tom’s homecoming only filled you with dread. But you didnt want him to think your were a failure. You were supposed to be Novas mum after all, why must things be so hard when they’re supposed to be all natural and easy? She hadn’t even reached the terrible twos phase yet - that seemed like a far off hellish nightmare you were trying to avoid thinking of. Of course, you loved loved loved Nova - she was already growing up so fast that it actually hurt your heart a little, to think of how much in even a week she’d grown.

But it was still fair to say she’d been a little devil this week.

This evening you had finally managed to tempt her to sit in the high chair, she’d had about two mouthfuls when you heard Tom entering. Thats exactly what you needed, Tom to get her all over excited so she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t go down and wouldn’t let you rest. In the madness of it all, you hadn’t managed to even attempt to clean up the sea of toys either so Tom would immediately have all your failings before his eyes. Just bloody great.

“Where are my two beautiful girls?”

Like clockwork, he’d always say it and Nova would always gurgle out a “dada” just as she did today. Though this time she kicked her legs in desperation, momentarily looking at you with the kindest eyes she’d given you the week. It was only because she wanted something, you knew that, yet you still gave in. With a sigh you stood up and unclipped her from the high chair, even if this was the first time in a good few days she’d been happily eating her dinner. Or rather, had taken the single first bite.

She had something to show her Dad though. When he’d left she still didnt have certain skills, capabilities that only now she had learnt. Nova was very proud of her knew ability to kick things - recently discovered when you were attempting to put her shoes on to go to the supermarket. Instead, after 5 attempts of her impressively booting them across the room you’d surrendered - Nova walked round the shops barefoot (probably a bit irresponsible on your part but desperation calls).

So now she giggled whilst hurtling through the room, as Tom rounded the corner in grey joggers and a black hoodie. You watched his eyes light up, whilst he knelt down at the door way to welcome your curly haired princess into his arms. With all her force, she barrelled into him , her little arms wrapping as far around his broad chest as she could. Immediately Tom reciprocated, pulling her up into his arms and swaying slightly side to side.

“Hey little one, I missed you!” He was positively grinning from ear to ear as he rose the two of them up , pressing a quick peck to her unruly locks.

Only then did he look up and survey the surrounding situation, you saw him track his eyes through the mess of toys on the floor, over the counter top piled high with dishes you hadn’t got round to doing and the bin that was overflowing because you just had kept putting off taking it out. It was so embarrassing that you daren’t to even look at him, instead focusing completely on mixing the now lukewarm mush you’d made for Nova round the bowl. Tom slowly picked his way through the hazardous floor, inspecting you closely. It honestly made him feel a pang of guilt, the way you looked beyond exhausted and run down - the dark shadows under your eyes only testament to that.

“Hey darling.” He spoke softly, keeping Nova pressed to his chest in one arm while the other went to rub your side. “You okay?” Not wanting to disappoint him, you momentarily collected yourself before looking up at him with the a small smile.

“Yeh I’m good. How was the flight?” You knew Tom already saw past your attempt of small talk, the was his eyebrows furrowed slightly being the tell. But before he could question you further Nova started wriggling round in his hold, making him arch back to look at her.

“Have you been a good girl for mummy little one?” Given your defeated look, Tom was pretty sure he already knew the answer - Nova chose instead of confirming either way to just wriggle some more as she shouted Dada.

“What you doing crazy?” He chuckled rhetorically, bending down to let her out of his hold, where she then dragged him across the room to the foam mini ball she had. With her still slightly uncoordinated gait, she focused her eyes completely on the ball, her tongue slightly poking out the left corner of her mouth. Then with a forceful yelp she smashed the ball upwards and across the room, flying into a closed cupboard door before bouncing down to the floor. Expectantly Nova’s hazel eyes immediately then searched for her Dad’s - a massive smirk on her face.

“NO WAY NOVA!!!” He shrieked, running and scooping her up once again, this time spinning her round so her legs flew out- her giggles enough to warm even the coldest heart of stone. “Your right foot is better than Manes!” He laughed, though neither girl in the room getting the football reference- Tom had long since given up hope of you getting invested in football, no matter how hard he had tried. “You’re gonna be the best little footballer Kingston has ever seen!”

Nova seemed more than fulfilled with his praise, laughing and settling down in his hold whilst he straightened up glancing back at you again.

“She’s learning so fast.” You mumbled up at him and Tom nodding, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“She’s got a pretty impressive teacher!” He tried so hard to perk you up, nudging your side as his gaze felt as though he was boring holes into you.

Not knowing how to reply to his compliment you left it and the room faded to silence briefly, the atmosphere feeling rather uncomfortable for your marital home.

“Do you mind finishing off her dinner if I take a shower?” You muttered under your breath, wanting an escape.

Naturally Tom agreed, even if he watched you walk out the room with a worrisome expression on his face. He knew his job wasn’t easy for you at all. It had been hard enough when it has just the two of you, the long periods apart bore longer on you. Over the time Tom had been acting, he’d become somewhat used to these long periods of absence, it had just become the usual. But for you? You working a normal job meant it was harder. You couldn’t go on double dates with your friends - half the time you boyfriend was across a sea from you. Now though, with Nova, you’d lost someone you grew to depend on. Yes, it might only be for briefer periods of time but it still didn’t feel any easier. He was effectively leaving you to be a single mother and although his family obviously endeavoured to support you in every way possible. It just wasn’t the same.

So whilst Nova babbled excitedly her mostly gibberish in the highchair, Tom spent the time sweeping round the kitchen/diner , collecting up the toys into their boxes, loading up the dishwasher and wiping clean the surfaces - all whilst entertaining Nova with brief ‘no reallys’?” And “what ! That’s unbelievable’ and “so what did you tell them?” In response to her baby language babble. His fiery daughter was distracted by the food and one sided chat for all of 20 minutes, letting him just about finish up before she grew impatient of some more attention.

“So what did you get up to then little miss nuisance?” He asked while wiping her mouth which was now smeared with her tomatoey gloop.

“Went park. Mummy made cookies!!”

“Cookies? No way can I have one?” He did honestly fancy the sound of a cookie, and after lifting her out the seat and onto his lap he looked round the kitchen in search of the baked goods.

“No.” She giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye “all gone!!”

“What?!?”

“All gone! Mummy and me drawed too look!” She pointed out the multicoloured scribble of uncoordinated lines spiralling together that had been stuck on the fridge.

“Oooh that’s beautiful darling what else did you do?”

“Mummy and me played paw patrol! Mummy was silly!” Nova laughed at the memory, Tom squeezing her up into his chest again loving how bloody precious she was.

“Why was mummy silly?”

“She did Ryders voice! Mummy voice is better than Daddy’s!”

“WHAT?!?” Shrieking in offence, Tom tickled her belly until she was squirming on the top of his thighs in fits of laughter, making Tom laugh away too.

He truly loved his beautiful daughter.

It took you a good couple of hours to venture downstairs, feeling for some ludicrous reason that you had to pluck up the courage. When you went down, you assumed that Nova had already passed out or was about to - the house was serene and quiet. So in your joggers and one of Tom’s big tees, you crept back down the stairs. Entering the kitchen first to get yourself a water and Tom a beer ( he never didn’t want a beer, especially after a long flight). As you entered, your feet seemed to loose their connection with you body making you halt jerkily, seeing the almost sparkling kithchen. All the toys and general clutter was gone from the floor; the dishes magically vanished, revealing a counter that you’d almost forgotten had existed. What you had done to deserve Tom was beyond you, yet you were so grateful - and felt a flutter inside your chest as you went back out and into the living room.

Tom had Nova sat on his thighs, though she was more like slumped against his chest as he tried to lull her to sleep with his deep voice quietly reading one of her superhero books. It had been unavoidable - she’d been indoctrinated into the world of Marvel before she could even talk, Tom insisting on wanting her to know that ‘she could be a superhero too if she wanted to’. The Spiderman baby grow, the captain marvel water bottle- the subtle nods to his roles where impossible to avoid in your house. His warm eyes briefly flicked up when he noticed you standing at the doorway, he paused his sentence to give you a warm smile and nod you over to the sofa beside him. Still feeling a little self conscious, you stared at the floor while rounding the table and plonking yourself down next to him - allowing just a little gap of space.

“Thanks for sorting the kitchen, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry at all darling” He arched over to you and pressed a quick peck to your forehead before Nova mewled in annoyance of her story being interrupted. He lightly chuckled, bringing the one hand that wasn’t holding the book to brush her unruly curls back off her head.

Tom kept reading in his soft voice and you let your eyes slip close, just enjoying the peace that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime as Tom’s voice lightly hummed through your head. That was until Nova decieded to interrupt the calm just once more. She grumbled insistently and squirmed in her Dads lap, before heavily pulling her head up and blinking at you - holding her arms out expectantly.

“Think she wants her mum” Tom whispered, already lifting her over to you as you sat slightly bemused by the whole situation. Tom was home, her daddy was home, why did she want you? Tom laughed at your quizzical face as Nova burrowed her nose into you neck, letting out a contented huff. “My girls huh?”

“I promise you this is the first time this weekend she’s acknowledged me as anything more than mrs truchbull!”

“Well she’s spent all evening telling me about how good you are at baking and how your paw patrol voices are better than mine.” He murmured his words lowly, so as not to disturb Nova who was already asleep on your chest.

“She did?”

“She loves her mum… almost as much as I do” Chuckling, Tom wrapped his arm round you, pulling the both of you down to his chest while you swore your heart was exploding.

“I love you too Tommy”

Safe to say you and Nova were both exhausted, so after an almost shamefully short time your head rested heavier and heavier on Tom’s shoulder whilst he aimlessly carded his fingers through the ends of your hair. You really were an exceptionally amazing mother, before Nova Tom assumed he couldn’t love you anymore and yet seeing you cuddled up to his baby girl - his feelings for you could only grow infinitely. Making the executive decision to not move either of you upstairs to bed, he instead reached over to grab the blanket. He draped it over himself and his two best girls, choosing to stay in that magical moment for as long as possible.

He loved his beautiful family of three.

And tess … Tess too ;)

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #Tom Holland x y/n

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haworthiaace · 4 years ago

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Magic Misfits AU

Ok so basically we made an au based off of the fact that Scar kept calling his village the village for magical misfits. Scar finds out that he somehow ended up on a server for magical misfits, and now he’s created a sort of safe haven within the server, so naturally they flock to it. Some hermits don’t surprise him, the ones that don’t really bother making an effort to hide their magic, or the ones who can’t hide it. But some hermits deeply confuse him. Chaos ensues.

TLDR Scar becomes a magical therapist for the hermits

Scar is a wizard, he doesn’t really specialize in anything besides his crystals, which is why he’s able to help with a variety of magical issues. He ends up becoming the one entrusted with everyone’s secrets and problems, which makes him Stressed, but he enjoys helping his friends.

Both Xisuma and Evil Xisuma are shapeshifters, with the ability to change their appearance, but not their size. X keeps his appearance hidden from the hermits, which of course inspires wild theories ranging from eldritch abomination to biblical angels, but X won’t reveal if any theories are true. The only ones that know are Hypno (explained later) and Scar. Scar found out when Xisuma showed up hurt at his doorstep, without enough energy to keep another form. Scar was sworn to secrecy afterwards, and he deeply enjoys listening to other hermits pester him for answers. X actually just looks startlingly average, to the point that he’s unwilling to reveal himself solely because people expect him to be something a little more intimidating, and especially now with the ridiculous rumours the hermits have started.

EX doesn’t hide his true form (which is identical to X’s), but of course the hermits don’t believe him, thinking that it’s just another disguise, and EX won’t confirm or deny because he thinks it makes them more afraid of him. (It doesn’t) He’ll also frequently try to impersonate hermits to destroy the server from the inside out, but he is a terrible actor (so is X) and rarely gets far in his plans.

Mumbo and Grian are fairies, but they’re originally from different communities (courts? I really don’t know much about fairies) so they don’t know the other is a fairy until Grian’s hermit challenges initiation. They can shrink into a smaller form that has wings, but it takes quite a bit of effort to switch between forms. (also fun fact: if mumbo is a fairy that means hermit challenges is a magically binding contract)

Iskall is just. Completely human. His prosthetic eye is powered by magic, (and maintained by Scar!) but other than that he’s just a dude. However, he has very strange things happen to him all the time because he’s befriended not one, but two fairies, and he hasn’t noticed either one. He finds that he often has abnormally good luck, and his lost objects will mysteriously turn up as soon as he complains to his best friends about it. He asks Scar if he knows anything, but Scar, not wanting to break Mumbo or Grian’s trust, has to play dumb while also helping Iskall with his ‘problem’.

Now this might come as a shock but. Ren is a werewolf. It may not be unique but it is fitting. One full moon near the beginning of season 7, Ren showed up at the village around sunset, and frantically insisted that Scar let him stay the night in an unoccupied house. So Scar let him stay, and the next morning Ren explained his Situation. So now Scar helps Ren be as comfortable as possible on the night of his transformation and the day after they just chill together.

Stress has her potion brewery, and she’s the first one on the list to fall into the category of Not Having Frequent Magical Emergencies; she just goes to the village to hang out because hey why not? It’s cozy, plus Scar helps her brainstorm potion recipes over cookies and hot chocolate. Scar comes to her often needing a potion (usually of the healing variety) because someone Fucked Up.

Tango is also human, but at some point he was cursed, and his vision started to literally turn red until it was all he could see. The curse was halted thanks to Zed and Impulse, but the red eyes still remain. (Though thankfully his vision returned) They aren’t sure what the curse would have done if it wasn’t stopped, and they’d be happy to never find out.

Zed is an elf, and while he does have a little bit of magic, it wasn’t enough to stop whatever was afflicting Tango, so he turned to more demonic methods. When Tango’s sight got really bad, he summoned a demon (Impulse) and offered his soul in exchange for a cure to the curse. Impulse did the best he could, restoring Tango’s vision but leaving the red eyes, and then left with his price. Zed’s health slowly started declining: he had basically no energy or life due to the separation from his soul. So Tango summoned Impulse back and asked for Zed’s soul back, but it couldn’t be returned without reversing the deal, and Zed wasn’t willing to do that. So Tango ‘asked’ Impulse to stay with them for a while so Tango could convince Zed to back out of the deal. It turns out that being near his soul (kept by Impulse) returned Zed’s energy, and Impulse decided he liked these two so they became a trio, and joined hermitcraft soon after.

Quite often 2 members of team ZIT will wake up Scar in the middle of the night because they accidentally did something to the missing member (banished Impulse, sent Tango to the shadow realm, etc.) and they don’t know what to do. Scar has a ZIT protocol. It’s used far too often. They also constantly try to figure out what the more human looking hermits are. They do not often succeed.

At night, Bdubs turns into a sleep paralysis demon looking creature, and he (unwillingly) curses people to sleep for a completely random amount of time. After an Incident with Wels in season 6, (that’s the reason for his ‘nap’) he makes sure to sleep as early as possible every night. He thankfully isn’t affected by this while in the End or Nether.

Alright lads here’s the angsty one. Beef has the midas touch, meaning everything he touches turns to gold. It works much slower on living creatures than on inanimate objects, but it still works on living things so that’s Not Good. He makes sure to wear special enchanted gloves that block his curse while wearing them. At some point he goes to Scar in a panic because he accidentally touched Etho with his bare hands, (Etho handles this surprisingly well) and Scar helps him fix Etho. (It’s minecraft rules. They just cut his arm off and it comes back.) After that they put a curse of binding enchantment on Beef’s gloves.

Cleo is still a zombie, and she sometimes gets Scar to help her with Zombie Problems when Joe isn’t available. The first time she showed up outside Larry with her (severed) arm held in one hand Scar nearly jumped out of his robes, but he’s pretty used to it by now and will just go inside to grab a needle and thread.

Joe certainly is something! Nobody is quite sure, even Scar. All Scar knows is that Joe knows way too much about everything, and yet he keeps asking Scar to help him translate Galactic. (Joe is secretly trying to teach Scar the language because he feels that it’s important for magic users to know, especially ones so versatile like Scar) Joe is some kind of oracle who receives visions of the past, present, and future, which is why he knows so much, and he’s also at least dabbled in almost every kind of magic there is. He’s a bit of a cryptid.

The local mad scientist is Cub, who does all sorts of weird experiments, and makes inventions that combine magic and technology in disturbing yet wonderful ways. He also got cursed by his pyramid, so now he has comically bad luck. It doesn’t usually cause any serious harm, just shenanigans. He of course embraces this and finds it funny as hell.

On top of Doc’s regular strangeness, (creeper hybrid, cyborg, goat whisperer?) he also for some reason attracts a frankly unreasonable amount of kitsunes. Nobody knows why, but he can be seen in the shopping district being trailed by no less than two foxes with varying amounts of tails. It’s really very cute, and the mystery of it infuriates the more investigative hermits. (Cub and team ZIT mostly)

Etho is a demigod, although nobody knows what god he’s descended from. (including Etho) He has the fun ability to grant others’ wishes, but because of his personality he chooses to twist these wishes and turn them into fun little pranks that technically give the person what they want, but not without annoying them first. He also doesn’t reveal this ability to the others, leaving them even more confused whenever he uses it, which isn’t often because it does drain him quite a bit.

False, being the badass she is, is a valkyrie. She towers over most of the hermits, and between her height, wings, and blazing sword she’s quite intimidating. Despite this, she’s still very sweet, and would never seriously hurt her friends on purpose, but enemies are a whole different story.

Hypno at first seems totally human, but he actually comes from a world full of magic, each person having their own individual ability. Hypno’s ability is to absorb/ cancel out magic, which means that no magic can affect him, and he can also choose to stop any magic by touching the target of the magic. This got him exiled from his world, but he found a new family in the hermits. Because he isn’t affected by magic, he can see through Xisuma’s disguise, but he just assumes that he sees the same thing as everyone else. He hangs out with Beef when he needs comfort because he knows Beef can’t accidentally hurt him.

Jevin is,, slime. Not a minecraft slime, he’s just a pile of sentient slime held together by magic. (Necromancy? probably) Hypno likes to mess with him by touching small parts of him and disrupting the magic so a chunk of his arm falls off. Scar then has to fix it, but it’s still funny.

Keralis has the power of hypnotizing people by looking into his eyes. (Nothing but his eyes) He of course uses this power for mischief, although nothing actually bad. Usually uses it to ‘convince’ people to buy a book or seven. He also sometimes does it on accident, in which case he drops them off at Scar’s until they snap out of it. Team ZIT keeps asking him to hypnotize X so he’ll reveal his true form, but Keralis doesn’t want to force him to reveal that, plus he finds their attempts at figuring it out entertaining.

XB is an unfortunately forgetful selkie, and most of his visits to Scar are because he lost his coat in one of his shulker boxes again. On one memorable occasion he arrived in a panic after losing his coat again, and Scar had to spend about 5 minutes trying to suppress his laughter enough to tell XB that it was on him.

TFC doesn’t have magical crises, much to Scar’s relief. He’s just a humble earthbender living in the mines, occasionally coming out to the village to ask Scar for a crystal to help his back pain, or to give the poor man an afternoon of peace. In fact, Scar turns the tables by asking TFC for magical help with terraforming, which he’s glad to offer in exchange for all that Scar does for everyone.

Wels is a bard, which makes his sea shanties even more powerful than they already are. When Hermitgang came out, a hole was blown in the G team base, much to the surprise of everyone inside at that moment. Hels is also a bard, but he prefers rock music over sea shanties. Diabolical was an actual magical duel, and it probably looked sick as hell.

Bonus: Jellie is secretly a powerful eldritch being, and is the only one with magic that can affect Hypno. It’s a good thing she’s interested in getting pets and treats rather than destroying the server, because she probably could. She casually hops between worlds whenever Scar isn’t around, going on delightful little adventures. Scar takes quite a while to figure this out, and loses his shit when he does. When she got struck by lightning, she just turned up totally fine the next day and Scar didn’t question it too much.

I’d like to thank the discord for helping with ideas, ya’ll are so creative and i appreciate you all <3 ( @skywillsometimeswrite @bigbadantianti @justletmeplayminecraft @badtimeswithscar @aceacebaby12345 @litabattoir @icewolfstar @burntmagicc @dicerxll @dioritegang @cut-the-string @anntonka @shadeswift99

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years ago

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placing bets

request from anon: A fluffy, soft, and pining George please? Like, he was really young when he fell in love with her upon first meeting—he made a joke that caused her to laugh, and he just found it to be the most beautiful sound and was smitten ever since. 😭❤️

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A/N: i love a pining, head over heels, irrevocably in love george with a girl who knows it and is totally going to make him work... bye i’m crying

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Your laugh seems to echo across the entire Quidditch pitch. Okay, not really, but it’s both loud and soft at the same time in George’s ears, and it floats in the air between you both, and he’s desperately clinging to the sound of it—just like he does whenever you laugh. Just like he did when you were both eight years old and met for the first time in the village outside of Ottery St. Catchpole all those years ago, after having shown you a magic trick when you giggled yourself into oblivion.

In love with you right then, he was.

“You’re not allowed to laugh at me,” he teases you now. His voice is calm and steady in his ears and he’s thankful that he doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels. He rebalances himself on his broomstick after nearly falling off and peers at you with a smirk.

“I’m sorry—but you can’t expect me to not laugh when you do something as silly as try and surf on your broomstick, George.”

His feet finally touch the ground, and much to his dismay he sees the rest of the team emerging from the changing rooms, undoubtedly gearing up for tryouts. He swallows over a lump in his throat when both Harry and Fred nod at him from the other end of the pitch. He knows he’s a fantastic bloody beater, but the fact that you’re going to be watching tryouts with Ron, Ginny, and Hermione are making him feel less confident than before. He stands up straighter to try and push these feelings away. It doesn’t work. You seem to notice.

“Hey,” you say after a moment and place a hand on his shoulder, “you’ll be great. Just try not to fall off of your broom this time, okay?”

A laugh escapes his lips and he says to you as you make your way toward the stands, “Well I bloody hope I don’t fall, since I’ll be spending the majority of this tryout doing my very best to impress you, anyway.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, but he sees a rosy pink color flood your cheeks. “Best focus on the bludgers, Georgie, don’t want any of them to whack you, yeah?”

He laughs again, takes a deep breath, and turns toward his teammates. Fred is looking at him with raised eyebrows and a laugh so sweet it could cure an illness. Once he realizes that you’re now out of earshot, Fred teasingly slings an arm around his twin’s shoulders, turns to Harry and asks, “He’s been in love for the longest bloody time—how much longer d’you reckon before he finally does something about it?”

“I dunno, mate,” Harry says and kicks George playfully in the shin, “he’s been pining for what—eight, nine years now? Give it another five or so, I reckon he’ll be able to maybe ask her out then.”

“I’ll be sure to send bludgers toward the both of you today, then,” George replies with a mischievous grin as the other two fall into raucous laughter. He peers up at the stands, easily finding you sitting with his siblings and Hermione, and when you finally look up and meet his gaze, you wiggle your eyebrows at him, and wink.

Like George seriously needs to be sent into overdrive before what is arguably the most important Quidditch tryout of his entire life. He does his hardest to nudge Fred very hard in the ribs when all he can hear are snickers and kissing noises in his ear.

— -

George peers up at the very dark, cloudy gray ceiling in the Great Hall. He absolutely hates it when it rains. He’s looking particularly grumpy as he listens to the thunder clap outside the tall windows. He’s sipping rather moodily on his pumpkin juice when you plop down next to him and say, “Brighten up, would you, Weasley? Why the long face?”

“It’s raining,” Fred replies before George can catch his breath and answer you himself, “Georgie hates it when it rains.”

“Why?” you ask suddenly, scooping a bit of vegetables onto your dinner plate, “We’ve known each other for so long, how have I never known this about you? I love it when it‘s raining! The sound of the pitter-patter on the roof, the way the grounds smell right before a rainstorm—it’s absolutely beautiful.”

“Don’t ramble on too much, Y/N,” Fred says, again. George can’t seem to get a word in edgewise. “George might just try and make it rain all the bloody time if you love it so much.”

You turn to George, who’s rib cage is being flooded with butterflies. He tries to ignore it. He grins cheekily at you when you raise your eyebrows and inquire, “Is that so? Trying to impress me more, are you?”

“Can’t help myself,” he replies with a wink.

“I’ll get you to enjoy the rain one day—for real. You can count on it. You’ve got to find the beauty in everyday life.”

He wants to tell you, when he peers into your sparkling eyes and feels the nerves grow stronger, that he already does find the beauty in everyday life. Instead, he asks, “Mmm, is that a promise?”

“Most definitely.”

“If you don’t mind,” Fred stands up from his place across from you and looks in the direction of Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny and winks at his twin, “I’m going to go and have a chat with that lot while George continues to embarrass himself with his rubbish flirting.”

George is upset when he realizes that Fred is far enough away from him that he’s unable to kick him quite hard underneath the table. But then, much to his surprise—and delight—you respond to Fred with, “His flirting isn’t rubbish.” Then, you turn to George with a slight little smirk and continue, “it’s quite cute, actually.”

George finds himself biting down on his lip to keep from smiling too much as he watches you twirl your spoon carefully in your fingers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I swear to Merlin,” Fred says under his breath, but both you and George are still able to hear him.

“Oi! Get over here, you three!” Ron calls from a few seats down. Hermione rolls her eyes when he continues, “We’re placing bets on how the Hufflepuff versus Slytherin match is going to go next week—first of the year!”

Fred jumps in between Ginny and Ron and begins animatedly discussing the first match. To you, George shrugs his shoulders and says, “We’ve been summoned.”

“Too bad,” you say, picking up your bag to take your spot next to Hermione before continuing with a bit of flirty sarcasm in your voice, “that little smirk of yours was getting me all flustered.”

The banter between you both hardly gets George all worked up anymore. In fact, it’s pretty normal for the two of you, and has been for years. But sometimes, he finds himself thinking now, you’ll say something, or do something, or bat those beautiful long eyelashes at him and he feels nothing but nervousness take him over. This is one of those times. You notice the tension rising between you both, alongside the cherry red color now flooding his face. You squeeze his arm and say playfully, “C’mon now, Georgie—we’ve got bets to place.”

Another bout of nervousness creeps up on him when you pull him by his arm and you place yourself down next to Hermione. Harry, Ginny and Fred are all discussing the upcoming matches very animatedly, Ron is pulling at his hair due to confusion and stress, Hermione is immersed in her spell book, but when George looks down, all he can focus on is the very small amount of space on the bench between his hand and yours.

— -

The sun is flooding the Hogwarts grounds, and it’s quite warm for an autumn afternoon. George, Fred, Lee, Harry, Ron, and Neville are all sitting beneath a tree near the water’s edge, certainly not working on the assignments they’d planned on doing, but instead, engaging in what could only be described as tomfoolery and a complete and utter waste of time.

Fred is laying in the grass, one hand behind his head, the other twirling his wand in between his fingers. He’s saying something to the others, there’s a bit of mock laughter floating through the air, but all George can do is watch you up near the castle, immersed in a conversation with Ginny and Luna and a few other students, and he can’t help but smile as he watches you place your bag gently on the ground and proceed to engage in some type of hopscotch-like jumps.

When Lee throws his hands up at the fact that George is completely ignoring him, Ron shoves his older brother playfully and says to the others, “You’ll have to excuse him.”

“You see,” Fred continues, “little Georgie here is quite in love—”

“—and he can’t seem to focus on anything,” Harry finishes.

“Shove off,” George retorts before sticking out his foot to trip Ron, which sends his younger brother into the grass while another roar of raucous laughter echoes across the grounds.

“So Georgie,” Ron says, getting to his feet and brushing the dirt off of his robes, “today the day then, mate? Finally going to tell her how you feel?”

Fred chimes in with his eyes closed, “He doesn’t need to tell her how he feels, he makes it rather obvious, doesn’t he? I reckon she’s known for years.” In his heart of hearts, George knows this, too. He doesn’t exactly hide the fact that he’s mad for you. But he wonders, now, as he watches you laugh at something Ginny says, if you know deep down how he truly feels. Do you just see it as him being playful, overly friendly—flirting just for the sake of it? Or can you really tell that he actually does have feelings for you?

It’s as if his thoughts alone call out like a signal to you, because he’s taken by surprise when you peer up at him when he’s not fully prepared, and you wink. And there they are. Those butterflies again. He smirks mischievously at you.

“Settle down, you lot,” Fred says rather politically to the crowd of rambunctious boys. George finds himself finally coming back to the conversation after being a bit distracted yet again. Always letting his mind wander, he is. “All in favor of placing bets on when Georgie, here, finally makes a move? Yes, Lee—I am planning on winning this one, actually, nobody knows my twin better than me.”

“I’d like in on these bets,” George says suddenly, taking the entire group by surprise.

“You can’t place a bet on yourself,” Ron says through laughter.

Harry and Neville say together, “I think he should be allowed.” Harry continues, “Would make for quite the adventure, don’t you reckon?”

Fred peers at George, who’s standing now, with his hands in his pockets, glimpsing back and forth between you and his friends, waiting patiently for his twin to make a decision. A very slow decision, George comes to realize.

“Alright then, George,” Fred finally agrees, sticking out his hand for a very professional, firm handshake, “you’re in. What’ve you got for us?”

“Give me a week,” George says. A week? There’s no denying that George Weasley’s a confident bloke, but when it comes to confessing his feelings to the girl he’s been pining over for years, well—even hearing himself say it now sends a bit of a chill down his spine. “Seven days. If I don’t do anything by Sunday evening’s feast, you lot win. Alright?”

George looks around the group, each and every one of the boys has raised eyebrows. But they all nod in agreement, and the feeling of dread suddenly looms over George—he can handle it though, can’t he? Fred notices his skittishness and says with a bit of a smirk, “See you on the other side, mate.”

— -

It’s been four and a half days since George stupidly decided to get involved in Fred’s antics, and the boys have absolutely no problem reminding him that less than seventy-two hours remain for him to finally “make a bloody move already.” This isn’t helping George’s nerves—nor are the winks you’re sending him from across classrooms, as your entire friend group is creating mischief right under your nose.

“Hey, wait up!” Your voice bounces off of the walls in the corridors as you frantically hurry through the sea of students to catch up with George, who’s heading to Potions with Fred, rather reluctantly, of course. Fred begins trying to poke George in the ribs, winks, and vanishes before you can even notice he’s there, leaving you and George alone near the entrance to the dungeons.

“Hey you,” he says and immediately regrets how cheesy it sounds in his own ears. Quick to hide the fact that he’s very embarrassed, he continues, “what’s going on?”

“What’s going on with all of you?” you ask curiously. “Fred keeps telling me that we’re all in for a rather exciting weekend, but as far as I’m concerned, I have absolutely nothing planned except to sit outside and read. Yes, a very wild few days, I know—” you say when George stifles a bit of laughter, “—so, you want to tell me what you have planned? Some sort of major prank, or something?”

You’re essentially giving him an opening and George isn’t sure why he’s not just asking you out right now. It’s the perfect opportunity! Not yet, he thinks. There’s still around seventy-something hours, or so. Instead, he opts to go for something different. “Oh, erm, there’s some—Gryffindor bloke who’s been mad for this girl for years and hasn’t told her yet, so we’ve all placed bets on when he’ll finally do something about it—next few days, apparently..”

“Really?” you ask, intrigued. You wiggle your eyebrows at him and clutch your books tighter in your arms. “Who is it?”

“Can’t tell you that, Y/N,” George replies with a smirk, “That’d be breaking the rules, wouldn’t it?”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, fine, I’m not even going to try and argue. How much time has he got left?”

George swallows thickly, thinking of the ticking clock, and says, “Til Sunday evening.” The words sound foreign in his mouth. He can feel his face flush and much to his dismay, you certainly seem to notice.

“Two and a half days, huh?” you ask, clicking your tongue. You inch forward to him and continue in a lower voice, “that’s not a lot of time, is it?”

George swallows again. He has a love, hate relationship with the effect you have on him. “No, certainly isn’t.”

“Think he’ll do it in time?”

“Well, he’s got too, hasn’t he?”

You send a mischievous grin his way, and he’s surprised he isn’t falling to the ground right now. He’s being supported by none other than caffeine and his own nerves. His heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when you look up at him with those sparkling eyes. He can tell now, by the look you’re giving him, that you’ve easily unraveled this. You know. You’ve got too. You’ve completely read him like a book and at this point you’re just teasing him mercilessly. He bites back a smile. “Certainly hope he does—can’t keep the poor girl waiting, can he?” you say now, taking one step closer to him, now just inches from one another. You place your hand on his arm, squeeze tightly, and shoot a teasing, cheeky grin in his direction. Then, you pull back, shrug your shoulders, take a deep breath, and leave George breathless before continuing down the corridor, “Anyway—see you later? Stay out of trouble, Weasley.”

You wink before vanishing completely. When you’re completely out of sight, George actually tightens the grip on his bag and falls back into the wall and to the ground in some sort of emotional, flustered chaos. He’s grinning from ear to ear and is feeling incredibly elated but also beyond frustrated at himself. He should be kissing you by now, but instead, he’s biting his lip in pain due to a sharp blow to his shin.

“You’re an idiot,” Fred says now, and George realizes he’s been hiding around a corner this entire time. “Like putty in her hands, you are. Pathetic. She just gave you an in, mate! And you didn’t even take it!” Ron and Harry are on the other end of the corridor, laughing at this exchange they’ve just witnessed, when they make their way over to the doubled-over George.

“Relax,” George tells them once he regains his balance. “I’ve got to lay the foundation, haven’t I? ‘M taking my time. Still have two and a half days, like she said.” Foundation. You two have known each other for years already.

Fred slings both arms around Ron and Harry and glances cheekily at his twin brother, shaking his head in utter disappointment. “Maybe so, Georgie. But I reckon you’re still an idiot.”

— -

George slumps into the Great Hall rather begrudgingly, not at all looking forward to this feast. At the Gryffindor table are Fred, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Lee, Neville and many others who look up and begin to clap sarcastically at the sight of him. George narrows his eyes at them and sits down on one of the benches and places his head directly onto the table.

“Why so glum, Georgie?” Ginny and Hermione ask teasingly.

As predicted by the others, George unfortunately had let time run out. Many opportunities had been handed to him, of course, but had he seized any? No. He absolutely hadn’t. Fred sticks out a hand and nods to the others to follow suit. “Cough it up, mate. One sickle each.”

“Oi, let the poor bloke wallow a bit first,” Ron jokes. George is already feeling poorly. He’d been so stressed about this stupid bet that he forgot to hand in his Herbology assignment, he had an absolutely rubbish Quidditch practice yesterday, and, on top of it all, the gloomy, rainy weather outside is not helping to lift his spirits at all. He groans. In a voice muffled by his face leaning directly on the table, he says to nobody in particular, “I’m an idiot. I’m an idiot who’s in love and I reckon I will be forever.” The others do their best to try and stifle some mock laughter, but George can’t help to let a small, pathetic laugh escape his lips, too.

“It’s alright, then,” Neville says in a low voice, “you don’t have to pay me. I know first hand just how scary it can be..” he glances in the direction of a shy looking Hufflepuff.

But then, when George looks up and rubs his eyes due to exhaustion, he notices a couple entering the entrance of the Great Hall. A Ravenclaw boy is draping his own robes over a tiny Slytherin girl who, by the looks of it, unfortunately has just been caught in that rainstorm outside. Together they huddle closer to one another, laughing at the sight of her drenched clothes and hair. George stands up, quickly throws a bunch of sickles onto the table in front of his friends and says to nobody in particular, “Reckon I can still win in the end!” He’s just got to get over himself.

“No,” Fred laughs through a mouthful of potatoes, looking down at the sickles on the table, “it’s quite obvious that you’ve definitely lost this one, mate.”

But George ignores this, and instead runs through the crowd of students and out of the Great Hall and straight out into the rain. The wind is rather blustery, he comes to realize. Two seconds outside and his clothes are already soaked through, but he’s not regretting his decision—not when he sees you splashing in a puddle a few feet away. He smiles genuinely at the sight of you.

“Hey!” you yell over the howling wind. Your voice continues to soften as he gets closer to you, “You told me you don’t like the rain! If you’ve been lying to me this entire time, then, I suppose you owe me a Butterbeer in Hogsmeade.”

You’re quite a sight to behold. Your white button down shirt is soaked through, tie askew, cardigan wet and dripping and shoes covered in mud. Your soaked hair is plastered to the sides of your face, and your cheeks are the natural rosy color they always are, but it seems to make your eyes sparkle even more so than usual. You’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You bite down on your lip as George walks over to you, his uniform completely drenched from the rain, and he brushes your hair out of your face and presses his lips to yours.

And first kisses are meant to be chaste, soft, innocent—but nothing George Weasley does is ever innocent. He smiles against you, biting on your bottom lip just a bit before melting into you again, his hands wrapped tightly around the back of your neck, his fingers getting entangled in your wet hair. It’s eager and hungry and desperate. He can feel your hands slip underneath his shirt, spread out over his ribs and abdomen and hip bones, and soft, small moans escape his lips in the surprise of the moment.

When the two of you finally pull apart, he peers closely at the droplets of water on your eyelashes, falling down your cheekbones every single time you blink, “It’s a date.”

You peer down at your watch, noting the time and peering inside the entrance to the castle in the direction of the Great Hall. With a sensual smirk, you ask him, “So—that bloke lose the bet then?”

“Yeah, he did,” George tells you now. The wind is picking up, the rain coming down sideways now. He swallows over a lump in his throat but lets out a small laugh, “but a few lost sickles isn’t a big deal—not compared to what he won, at least.”

You sling your arms around his neck and run your hands through his wet hair, teasing him slightly, “Well at least he finally did something about it.”

“Sorry it took me so long, darling.”

“No apologies needed,” you reply, leaving light kisses against his lips, “but you owe me, now.”

“Yeah, the Butterbeer in Hogsmeade.” he agrees, tightening his grip around your waist, eager to get his lips back on yours, “haven’t we established this?”

You throw your head back and let hearty laughter escape your lips. “You’re adorable. No, my love, you owe me for lost time. Best find a way to sneak up to the girls dormitory tonight—and don’t get caught.”

He laughs fully now, poking you in the ribs as nervousness and adrenaline course through his veins. He’s counting down the seconds until he can, undoubtedly, fly in through your open window tonight. You pull on his shirt to get him back into the castle; there’s no part of your bodies or clothing that are dry now. But he grabs your hands and pulls you back toward him, still standing directly in line of the rain and the wind, and he continues to move fat strands of wet hair out of your face. “What’re you doing, Georgie? Thought you didn’t like the rain?”

He wraps his hands around the back of your neck again and pulls you closer. Against your lips, he says through a cheeky grin, “I reckon I can get used to it now.”

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Part Four: A Deeper Mystery

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I let out a tiny breath. Marvin must've heard someone coming…

A deep voice resounds from the space beyond.

"What is going– oh, Marvin?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I… my senses tell me that someone of great power has just entered this place. Do you know anything about this?"

"Someone of great power?"

"Yes, Marvin. Perhaps not someone bearing sorcery as we do, but a person whose spirit contains… a strange magic of its own."

My eyes widen for no one to see. My… my spirit does what?

"Wait… I can still sense them. They… they responded to my words," the deep voice goes on, speaking more to himself than to Marvin, I'm guessing.

Wait– he could sense that I was shocked just now? I start backing away from the curtain as quietly as I can muster, until his final comment makes me freeze.

"Whoever you are, please, reveal yourself," he calls out, seeming to know my general direction. "We mean you no harm. You have my truest word."

I pause, then come to the conclusion that I don't have much of a choice. I swallow nervously and tentatively pull the curtain back open to see…

Facing Marvin is a tall, dark-skinned man wearing a long cloak that's belted around the waist and adorned with shimmering runic text I can’t understand. Upon seeing him, the voice I was going to use to introduce myself instantly falls away in reverence. It’s as if his very being emanates some sort of power...

His eyebrows raise once he sees me, as if I give him some similar effect with my own presence.

“So it is you indeed,” he says quietly to me, approaching me as if he already knows me somehow. “I would not have thought you would join us so soon, Jack.”

His figure imposing above mine, I take a hesitant half-step backward and can’t help but stutter in response. “Who are you? H-how do you know my name?”

Seeing my uneasiness, he shakes his head and steps back again. “Please, pardon my behavior. I am Prosperus the Radiant, and I believe you’ve already met my young protégé, Marvin.”

I let out another small breath as the two share another glance with each other.

“And… I believe we have much to share with you, Jack.”

---

I shake my head a little. All of this is making my mind spin in circles…

“How... how did you know I’d come here?”

"The two of us have foreseen many things about you," Prosperus tells me, coming closer again and putting his hand on my shoulder. I can feel his magic tingling through to my skin, and the sensation gives me shivers down my spine. "However…"

He looks back at Marvin and raises an eyebrow, and the boy's ears perk up for a moment.

"I do not recall giving you my permission to interfere with his journey in any way, Marvin."

Instantly his ears flatten to his head and his gaze drops. "I-I'm sorry, sir, I… I didn't think I'd actually find him."

Prosperus sighs through his nose and turns back to me. "In any case, I would like to extend to you our most gracious welcome, Jack. You have come quite far, and yet your journey is only beginning."

I shake my head a little. "My journey? How do you know I'm on a journey? I'm… I'm not even sure what led me here in the first place."

He looks away and ponders for a moment before giving me an answer.

"I think it would be best if we showed you," he tells me finally, nodding a bit towards the small room closed off beyond the curtain behind me.

Showed me…? I can only begin to wonder what that could mean before he leads me back there himself.

In the soft light, my eyes pick out what he must be talking about…

A small, round table with two chairs facing each other and a small crystal ball in its center.

My eyes widen, and Prosperus nods again, bidding me sit.

I take my seat on one side of the table, still a bit nervous and confused.

Marvin still hangs his head and wrings his hands, his ears pressed nearly flat against his hair with shame.

Prosperus looks at him and finally offers a bit of a smile.

"Marvin, why don't you demonstrate for Jack?" he suggests, lifting his hand and stroking his chin a bit with a look of mischief in his eye.

Marvin quickly looks up to his teacher in surprise, his ears instantly perking up. "M-me?"

"Yes, you." Prosperus takes a seat in a small chair in the corner of the room and folds his hands. "I will watch you from here. That way, I can see what you've learned, and should we come across an anomaly in the vision, I can step in and attempt to correct it."

After a few moments, Marvin nods nervously and comes over to me. "Okay."

He sits down and takes a few deep breaths, then slowly he lifts his hands above the crystal ball, closes his eyes, and focuses…

First it's just a few flickers of light, but then a white glow starts forming in the center, growing, growing…

My eyes barely have time to widen before my sight is pulled in–

I see myself on my way towards the castle, running as if my feet know their way there already by instinct alone. My image flickers in and out of view, but the background remains constant, as if I'm traveling faster than what should be possible… what is this?

For a few moments, I see myself stop and look up and around myself, finding that I'm at an open-air market I don't recognize…

Suddenly, it hits me– was this today?

In an instant, the sight is ripped away from my eyes again, which leaves me seeing spots and sends my head spinning with a sound that almost sounds like… laughter.

After my vision finally focuses again, I see that the other two in the room aren't immune to the shock, either.

"Wha… what happened?" Marvin mumbles, trembling and pulling his hands back toward him, opening and closing his fingers a few times. "That's… that's never happened before, it… it just cut off?"

Prosperus stands, a concerned expression shadowing his face.

"Here, Marvin," he tells him, approaching. "Let me take your place. My senses tell me that this force may be dangerous– I don't want risk you getting hurt."

"So– so it wasn't me?" Marvin asks, standing and letting his teacher sit across from me.

"No, my apprentice," the master replies. "I do not doubt your abilities, but mine are still quite a bit stronger than yours. Perhaps I can override this strange force."

Then he looks to me as if he just got an idea…

"Perhaps… perhaps your power could be of some help to us, Jack."

I sit up a little in shock.

"Me? B-but…" I stumble, unsure of what to say. I didn't know I'd have a part to play in all this. "But I'm not… I don't…"

"Jack," Prosperus continues, his voice surprisingly calming to my nerves. "As Marvin has told you, the two of us have been watching you on your journey. Even from such a distance, I could sense that whatever power you carry– whether or not manifestable– is of incredible importance and potential. Whatever force is trying to intervene here, you may have the ability to counter it."

This is all coming on so fast that I don't even give myself any time to process it. Instead I let out a sigh, hoping I'll be able to ask questions later. "What do I have to do?"

He blinks and holds his hand out to me, and I can see age worn into his palm. He says nothing, bidding me trust him.

I give him my own hand, and he takes it gently in his, then turns it so my palm faces the crystal and puts his other hand firmly over it.

He looks down and closes his eyes, and this time, instead of white light in the glass, a spark of baby blue appears and starts doing the same thing as before, pulling my eyes in–

The same images as before begin to play, only this time they're much clearer and more stable. I can only guess this is because of the master's years of experience…

Me, walking through the streets, the white cat catching my eye, how I followed it all the way here, Marvin's revealed transformation, how he pulled me inside…

Then we hit the point where the vision had flickered and died before. The same thing almost happens, but I can feel Prosperus fighting against it, and suddenly I'm there with him, using power I never knew I had…

The next scenes become blurry, and I can barely discern what's happening… I can see myself walking in a place full of trees, a small white cat trotting alongside me… then, from nowhere, something flies through the air towards me and pierces a trunk just behind my head…

The figure who shot at me is hazy and dark, but I can tell they're surprised that they missed–

Then I can feel myself being flung backward, backward, until there's an image of the people of my street standing at attention to the distant castle, radiating green light from their irises–

Then the whole thing is suddenly swallowed by sickly smoke of the same color and a familiar voice that crackles in my ears–

And then it's all ripped away again, leaving me even more dizzy and even slightly drained on the inside as I blink my eyes open once more.

Prosperus breathes deeply as he comes out of it with me and slowly lets my hand go.

I find myself trying to steady my own breaths. "Wh… what happened?"

"I…" the master tells me, pressing his eyes closed for a few more moments. "I am not certain, Jack. For a few moments we were able to see the future, but then… something sent us far into the past, instead."

He stands slowly, and I follow suit.

"I will need to think on this for some time," he concludes, turning to his apprentice again. "Marvin, could you show Jack to the lower chambers while I attempt to decipher this?"

The boy nods quickly, sensing the importance. "Yes, sir."

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