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[sakurapika]

A (possibly) helpful guide to the Nikki-verse for Infinity Nikki Players

❄️Updated December 28th

Although it’s not at all necessary to know the lore of the previous games (Love Nikki, Shining Nikki), here is some info that you might benefit from if you’re joining the fandom with Infinity Nikki!

❄️General Info:

Love Nikki, Shining Nikki, and Infinity Nikki are all stand-alone games with self-contained stories, but they have some commonalities that I will get into later.

Love Nikki (LN) has a 2D art style, and is where many of us "veteran" players began our journey. Shining Nikki (SN) has both 2D and 3D art. Both of these games are stunning, so check them out!

Before Love Nikki, there were two other dress-up games in this series that did not involve being transported into a magical world. They were called NikkiUp2U (released 2012) and Hello Nikki (released around 2016). These games are more obscure, with the latter currently only being available in China, so not much is known about them to international fans.

The developers of the game are Chinese, so expect to get a lot of goodies around Lunar New Year and other major Chinese holidays!

According to Hello Nikki, our main character is around 19 years old. In Shining Nikki, she talks about how she used to go to college before getting transported to Miraland. Her birthday is December 6, which is why Infinity Nikki came out last week and why we got a free outfit (we’ll get a new one every year!)

Nikki's Chinese name is Nuan Nuan, how cute!

Momo claims he’s not a cat, but a member of the “Momo Clan” (LN). He was a little annoying in Love Nikki, but he’s more endearing in later games.

Nikki and Momo are the only recurring characters in the franchise.

The biggest advice I can give as a veteran is: Don't bother with trying to make a visually cohesive outfit for styling battles unless you have a lot of clothing. We've all tried it. It won't work. For now, just layer on everything that has high stats. You're always free to wear your fashionable outfits during regular gameplay, and "glow up" your favorite clothes when you have enough resources, so that you can make better outfits for later battles.

I've seen a lot of people in other places asking about whether the Nikki games will have more androgynous or masculine clothing, and they probably will! It took a while for these clothes to appear in LN and SN, but there are definitely several options out there, from ouji fashion to streetwear to military-style outfits. Read about the seven nations below to find out more.

A lot of people also seem curious about representation for people of color. Unfortunately, the options can be quite limited, as it took a while for textured hair options to appear for players in Love Nikki, and I'm not quite sure about the situation in Shining Nikki. Different cultures are represented in Miraland (as explained below) but they still have their limitations. With Infinity Nikki being more oriented towards an international fanbase than previous games, though, perhaps the developers will be encouraged to branch out more.

❄️Worldbuilding

The world that Nikki has been transported into is called Miraland.

Miraland is composed of seven nations, each with their own distinct fashion style. That means that if you do not like the style of clothes we’ve been seeing so far in Infinity Nikki, do not worry! They’ll have everything eventually.

For some reason, they changed the names of the countries in Infinity Nikki, and I’m not sure why (I’m going to keep mixing them up…). Below, I’ve listed their LN/SN names first, and their Infinity Nikki names second.

The seven nations are:

🎀Lilith/Ninir/Heartcraft Kingdom: In the older games, it was known mostly for fairytale-inspired clothing and lolita fashion, with the occasional “pastoral” suit. It looks like Heartcraft Kingdom in Infinity Nikki has been leaning more into the pastoral aesthetic, but Nonoy’s outfit seems to be in the lolita style. Also, the suits we have been crafting so far for catching bugs and petting the animals is at least lolita-inspired. (People who wear lolita fashion, please correct me if I’m wrong, but I think the Chinese version of this fashion is a lot more loose with the rules than the Japanese version I am more familiar with). This kingdom is always the first to be introduced in these games. Expect drama to follow whenever we get introduced to the royal family of this kingdom…it always happens. Nikki's first friend is always from this kingdom--we started with Bobo in Love Nikki, then Joy in Shining Nikki, and now Nonoy in Infinity Nikki.

🐉Cloud Empire/Lanling Empire: Known for traditional and modern Asian fashion. A vast majority of the fashions are going to be inspired by Chinese fashion, so if you’re a fan of period dramas or xianxia, you’re in luck! Aside from hanfu and qipao, they also usually have some representation of other East Asian cultures, featuring several kimono and the occasional hanbok. (Due to some controversies in Shining Nikki relating to conflicts between China and Korea, however, I’m not sure if the developers will continue to add hanbok in future games). Love Nikki also included some outfits for Chinese ethnic minorities like the Miao, and Vietnamese ao dai if I remember correctly. All games also have at least one Peking Opera costume—it’s like an industry staple. Overall, Cloud Empire is usually the second kingdom to be introduced in the game, so I’m sure we’ll see it pretty soon. Maybe we’ll go along with Tan Youyou, depending on how the story will go.

👠Apple Federation/Starhail Federation: Known for streetwear, high fashion, and casual clothing (like what you’d wear on an average day). I think Dada and Bebe’s outfits would be classified as Apple, even though they live in Heartcraft. Unlike the rural towns we have seen so far, Apple tends to be a very urban, city-based environment, filled with spies and shady businessmen. Nikki's girlfriend, Kimi (from Love Nikki), is also from here.

👑Pigeon Kingdom/Twinmoon Kingdom: Known for European fashions, including fairy costumes, witch/sorcerer outfits, Rococo dresses (with long skirts, compared to the lolita style in Lilith/Ninir/Heartcraft), and anything else you’d expect to see in a Western fantasy or period drama. Funnily enough, there is always at least one scene in the Pigeon Kingdom that has to do with a cathedral, so expect some fashions with gothic and Catholic-inspired imagery as well. Some of the inhabitants who live there are elves and fairies, like Timis. Although most of the ability outfits we have so far look like they're from Lilith/Ninir/Heartcraft, the "purification" outfit strikes me as something more typical of Pigeon.

⚔️North Kingdom/Empire of Light: A cold country best known for winter clothing—heavy scarves, overcoats, and hats—as well as military attire. There is also at least one "ice queen" style suit in every game. If I recall correctly, this kingdom has been having civil wars since Love Nikki, so expect a lot of action in this area. I suspect that Bettina is from here, but I'm not sure yet.

🐪Wasteland/Terra Alliance: The original name of this country sparked a lot of controversy, so I'm glad that they have changed it. This kingdom usually has desert-themed clothing, ancient Greek/Egyptian clothing, clothing inspired by nature, bohemian clothing, South, and Southeast Asian clothing (the cultural representation isn’t always the best, unfortunately…but I am optimistic that Shining Nikki and Infinity Nikki are more culturally sensitive than Love Nikki).

🤖Ruin Island/Whaleport: A mysterious island that features “futuristic” or sci-fi inspired clothing. In previous games, we have seen medical doctors with dubious legitimacy, scientists who experiment on themselves (?) and androids, so I’m curious to see who we’ll meet this time. Many players from the previous games who liked this style have felt that the developers often neglect this kingdom, unfortunately.

❄️Story and gameplay advice

Without spoiling the older games, I can say that, generally...

Most of the story is based on conflicts between different characters and sometimes different kingdoms. These problems, as mentioned before, are solved through styling battles.

Infinity Nikki seems to be going for a cozier vibe. However, both of its predecessors have sometimes gone into dark territories, featuring themes of war, violence, and betrayal. (I may or may not have cried over the death of a certain someone in Love Nikki...)

Therefore, dramatic things could very well happen in Infinity Nikki. I'm not saying that it can't be your comfort game if that is what you are hoping for, as the other games can still also be light, funny, and cozy. I just want to warn more sensitive players who might not be expecting it from a dress-up game.

When I first wrote this guide, I initially thought that the miracle outfits were like the "lifetime suits" of previous games, where crafting them was optional and not necessary to progress through the story. However, this seems not to be the case. Nevertheless, take your time while crafting them--there's no need to rush.

I'm not sure how f2p-friendly Infinity Nikki will be, but I haven't spent anything on either of the other games and I've been able to buy many of the suits I wanted. Just make sure that you budget accordingly and remember that if you want one suit but can't afford it at the time, another suit with a similar aesthetic might come out in the future. Also banners can re-run!

Keep an eye out for redeem codes! These are often posted by the game's social media, and you can get a lot of free stuff.

The fan-favorite kingdoms are usually Lilith/Ninir (Heartcraft) and Cloud (Lanling), followed by Pigeon (Twinmoon) and Apple (Starhail). The other three tend to get neglected, so if you like the sound of those the most, I'm sorry... :(

The last two sections include speculation, trivia, and an explanation of some inside jokes from the other games. Feel free to skip them if needed!

❄️Continuity and Fandom References to Other Nikki Games

Like I said earlier, the Nikki games can all work as standalone games, and the only returning characters are Nikki and Momo.

However, I've added this section to discuss possible theories and connections, as well as catch others up to speed on some of the inside jokes and characters that we Nikki veterans like to talk about.

If you keep hearing names like "Bobo," "Lunar," "Kimi," and "Nidhogg," these are characters from Love Nikki.

Bobo and Lunar are some of the first characters we met in LN. Kimi is the closest character we have to a canon love interest for Nikki. All of them are fan-favorites, so we're hoping to see any references to them in Infinity Nikki as well.

I can't say much about the very controversial and very popular Nidhogg without spoiling LN, but at least you now know where the name is from.

In Love Nikki, there is a "blood curse" that prevents people from using violence. Therefore, people often resolve conflicts by entering styling battles and destroying each other with the power of a good outfit.

Never ask a Love Nikki player what happened in Chapter 15.

Shining Nikki takes place roughly 700 years before Love Nikki, where there is no blood curse (which means certain people have managed to commit certain crimes...). Several SN characters are the ancestors of, or otherwise related to, LN characters.

Nikki veterans often like to make references to Ashley, Lilith (the person), Joy, and Qin Yi. These are all Shining Nikki characters.

So far, we haven't seen such a connection between old games and Infinity Nikki, so a lot of people suspect that this might be an alternate universe. When more about this version of Miraland is known, I might make another post.

❄️My predictions for future updates

Every time we enter a new country in Miraland, we will have new ability outfits to craft to fit the style of the new setting. This is because most of the outfits we have so far look like Lilith/Ninir suits in previous games, with very few influences from other nations.

The next country to be introduced will most likely be Lanling. I originally thought that they'd let us visit Lanling in time for Lunar New Year, but with the scope of the story, I think it may take some more time before that.

The next big update will be around Lunar New Year, where they'll probably hold some five-star banners, give free diamonds as a login event, and make a new short story, if they celebrate the same way as in Shining Nikki. They're probably also going to give us another free suit. (I hope it's Legend of the White Snake themed, since next year is Year of the Snake!)

Then, we'll probably see the equivalent of the Apple Federation, followed by Pigeon Kingdom.

We will get a new version of this stunning dress. It's called the Star Sea and has shown up in every game so far. I'm actually surprised we haven't heard about it in Infinity Nikki yet.

Please let me know if this guide has been useful, and if there's other parts of the games you'd like me to cover!

[infinitydivine]

͙͘͡★Pick- A-Lyric:What about you leaves them Moonstruck? (Inspired by Moonstruck by Enhypen)͙͘͡★

➡️This PAC will give you an intuitive hint about what makes someone look at you and feel like they just saw a dream? Like what it would be like to be moonstruck by you. This is an intuitive reading for the collective. This is a timeless and gender neutral reading.

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Hello Pile "Oh, you make me go crazy over you, baby"

There is something in your silence that echoes louder than words ever could. It's the way you look at the world like you have lived a thousand lives and still believe in beauty. You don't chase attention and you don't like following the trend either, babe. There is a certain stillness on you like moonlight resting on an untouched lake at midnight. I see someone with white aura. Like your presence itself is angelic with such smoothness. Pile 1, you are an angel. You don't seek to be seen and you might even hate unwanted attention to you. And that is my love, quiet a power in itself. It captivates them and put them under a kind of spell and you do it without you knowing. It's not your voice or your smile alone...it's your energy my love. You remind them of something lost-maybe a feeling,maybe a dream or maybe someone they loved in another time(omg i am getting watery eyes now). There is so much intensity in this pile that it is hard to ignore. They find themselves staring at you the way people stare at stars...can't reach there but still love them. They feel moonstruck because you move through the world like a dream they never want to wake up from.

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Hello Pile, "You got me Moonstruck"

You love, you shine in places where others collapse, and now you might think I am exaggerating, but while I was channelling your pile, this line came through strong. It's like you are the light in this most compassionate form. There is something in the way you laugh through pain, the way you hold space for others without needing recognition is just something extraordinary. They don't see you...they feel you and that too deeply. You come into people's lives like the night breeze after a long, burning day. Unexpected yet gentle and necessary. You are like a drug they can't get enough of. You make them needy and greedy, but in the best way. Your kindness is not naive...it's a choice and a powerful one. And that's what stuns them. Pile 2, even after you have gone through everything, you still believe in softness. You still give even when the world tries to take. There is also something deep about your eyes that allures them. They are moonstruck by the way you offer light without needing to be the sun, and you glow on your own terms. There is a strength in that...in you. You make them feel like the world is a little more beautiful just because you exist in it. You are the prayer they didn't realise they were praying for in the dark. And now that they have seen you...they can't unsee you even if they want to.

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Hello Pile, "Just the Two of Us"

Being with you feels like standing at the edge of something eternal. I am also seeing the infinity symbol in your pile, so it might be something important or relevant to you. My love, Pile 3's, you are a mirror, but not the kind that simply reflects...you show people the version of themselves they forgot existed. Or perhaps, the version they were too afraid to meet. It's like you trigger the best or worse out of them, but sensing your energies here, I would say it's the best for them. They look into your eyes and see oceans. Not the kind that are calm and predictable, but the kind that hold mysteries, storms, treasures and hidden truths. Being near you feels like standing at the edge of something they can't name. Is it terrifying...yes? But also awakening. They don't know why you unsettle them, and that's exactly why they can't look away. With you, nothing feels surface level...you see past the superficial masks into the places they hide. And somehow, it doesn't feel invasive like it feels being understood without having to explain (I hope it made sense). You are a moonstruck beauty, not loud or showy, but a deep soul-shaking and unforgettable one. You don't leave impressions, honey, you leave a mark on their soul.

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[sabrinajenre96]

"The Future I See"

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Detective!Reader

Featuring: Angela Lopez, Wesley Evers, Kojo

Warning: fluff.

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Y/N was grumbling in the backseat, blindfolded, hands folded across her chest as Angela navigated through the turns with a smug grin on her face.

"Is this really necessary?" Y/N asked.

"Absolutely," Angela replied. "Now stop asking questions before I make you wear noise-cancelling headphones too."

Wesley chuckled from the driver’s seat. "Trust me, you're going to like this surprise."

Ten minutes later, the car came to a stop. Angela helped Y/N out while Wesley opened the trunk. The scent of the ocean hit her first—familiar, calming, their spot. Her brow furrowed under the blindfold.

"Alright, you can take it off now."

Y/N pulled off the blindfold and blinked against the soft golden light of sunset. Spread out before her was a romantic picnic setup on the beach—twinkling fairy lights, a cozy blanket, lanterns glowing against the darkening sky, and Tim Bradford standing there, looking absolutely gorgeous in a white button-down and jeans. And next to him, tail wagging excitedly, was Kojo.

"Tim…?" she breathed, already overwhelmed.

He stepped forward, wrapping her in a gentle hug. "Hi," he whispered into her hair.

Angela and Wesley quietly retreated, giving them space.

They sat down on the blanket, eating the dinner Tim had packed—her favorites, of course. Laughter came easy, like it always did with him, and Kojo was more than happy to snag some scraps from both plates.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a pink glow across the water, Tim stood and extended his hand. "Walk with us?"

Y/N nodded, slipping her hand into his. Kojo trotted beside them, tail swishing contentedly.

They walked for a while, just the sound of the waves and the occasional happy bark from Kojo. Then, suddenly, Tim stopped.

Y/N took a few more steps before realizing he wasn’t beside her. She turned.

There he was—Tim Bradford, the man she loved more than anything—down on one knee, Kojo sitting loyally at his side, wearing a little red bow on his collar. In Tim's hand: a velvet ring box with a dazzling diamond inside.

Tim looked up at her, emotion glimmering in his eyes. “I used to look at the future and only see the job. The next case. The next shift. But then I met you, and now… all I see is you. Your laugh in the morning. Your voice after a long day. A home. A family. And Kojo stealing all the blankets.”

Y/N laughed tearfully.

He smiled. “Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Bradford?”

Her hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide and shining. “Yes. Yes!” she cried.

Tim stood just in time for her to throw her arms around him. Kojo barked joyfully, tail thumping the sand as if he understood everything.

And maybe he did.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I saw your post and honestly this is my first time making a request. How about arcane characters with a cat like reader? Idk it's just a thought that came (sorry if that's a bit weird)

Dunno whether this answers your request like you imagined. Also probs shit fire time writing for some of these characters.

Viktor found your cat like personality quite interesting and humorous if he wasn’t within the lab, working with things that normally didn’t capture your interest, unless they glowed of course.

Other than that it felt as though you were intentionally acting up in his lab for a reaction, like a cat would gauge the reactions of their owners before pushing a glass off the table. That’s how Viktor often felt with you

Then he has to keep an eye on you to make sure you didn’t touch anything dangerous because you were captivated by its light.

‘No, it’s dangerous and could hurt you my dear.’ He so often warms you as he guides your hand away when he felt it was dangerously close to what he was working with. Your mind didn’t head his warning, only the fact that there was a shinny object in the laboratory and it was the only thing you could focus on.

‘If so dangerous, why is it shining as though it wants me to touch it then?’ You responded, daring to touch the object once more and Viktor swore you either knew what you were doing and playing him for a fool, or you had no self preservation skills within your entire body to fight back against your urge to touch a dangerous foreign object.

It’s literally a stand still between the two of you and one that happens far too often that Viktor knows that this was all part of your plan, and unfortunately for him he falls for it almost always. He watches you while you watch him before doing something rash, making think you’ve actually touched the dangerous object, only to look at you unamused when you smiled at him mischievously as you wiggled your unharmed fingers at him.

This often leads you to being banned from the lab for pulling a stunt like that, however this was more for your safety and for him to calm his racing heart. You’ll kill this poor man with your antics but he wouldn’t want you any other way, especially when you cuddled up to him for warmth and sleep there.

It soothes him just as much as it soothes you.

Ekko found himself often wondering where it was you went sometimes.

He sees you in once place and then you disappear the next, returning to base only when you felt it necessary of you to do so, illusive and vague of where you’ve been it was often a bit frustrating. You could’ve been in serious danger for all he was aware and when he confronts you about this behaviour of yours, you’d only shrug and say:

‘Where it is a go on my own time isn’t something you should waste time worrying over.’ Before leaving to go elsewhere within the base and lounge against one of the trees thick and sturdy branches, eyes closed in content as you softly drift off into a light nap.

How the fuck you got up there, he’ll never know other than the fact that you managed to get up there in the first place with effortless ease.

Ekko’s nickname for you was either kitty or something along the lines of a cat based pun. You hated all of them equally but Ekko only feels more vindicated when you only proven his perception of you right whenever you displayed a trait that was common amongst cats. Whether that’d be silently judging everyone from your perch way up high, or lounging in his bed, more specifically where he had laid moments prior, feeding off of the warmth that lingered there or otherwise Ekko would find humour in you cat like traits because they were the things he loved the most.

(In a timeline where they actually have phones I can imagine him sending you cat memes and saying ‘this you?’ Or ‘I found your relative’ he thinks he’s funny, and he is but you won’t admit it out of petty pride)

However the one thing that you could always hold over Ekko’s head was the fact that you could silently manoeuvre your way into a room without him knowing and managing to catch him off guard. Ekko didn’t find it particularly funny but he lets up eventually and admits that it was kinda funny that you managed to take him by surprise. This was why you were more suited to missions heavily requiring a person with an abundance of stealth and agility.

‘Always landing on your feet aren’t you?’ He’d tease but you would let it slid as you shrugged your shoulders and reply. ‘What can I say? It kinda comes with the territory don’t you think?’

‘You sure you weren’t a cat in your past life or something?’ She would ask as she raised a brow at you as you cuddled into her side, much like a cat would when in they wanted to leech off is the warmth of a human.

‘No, why you ask?’ You say as you began to close your eyes, her warmth blanketing you almost immediately, and becoming increasingly sleepy.

‘You act like one for starters with how lazy you are.’ She pointed out and you’d only scoff at her, resting your head on her shoulder, having become too comfortable with your current position to even be bothered to move.

‘I’m not lazy, I’m merely taking advantage of the beauty that is power naps.’ You defend yourself and it was Sevika’s turn to scoff, having heard this excuse countless times before, and it never stopped her from continuing to compare your personality to that of a common house cat.

She disliked it at first, finding it weird and annoying at the fact that you didn’t seem all that bothered with the ongoings of Zaun, instead favouring to rest in high places that provided warmth or close to it and watching everyone with clear judgement within your eyes. However that judgment did end up saving her from time to time, not that she’d ever admit to this, as she was confident in her own abilities to smell a bitch from a mile away.

Though the more as time passed she grew to find it somewhat easier to deal with, though you cuddling up to her for warmth did put her off now and then, affection wasn’t commonplace in Zaun; so forgive her for not exactly taking to it immediately. Though each time you did cuddle into her side, her urge to create distance between you dwindled, from Perivale shoving you away from her, to slowly accepting that this was her life now.

‘Sure, that’s a hell of a way to avoid saying that you’re lazy.’ Sevika smirks when you glared at her, clearly insulted by this, before moving off of her to go rest elsewhere on the bed you shared and making sure your back was towards her in an effort to show your disagreement with her statement. ‘Not. Lazy. I just like napping.’ You retorted.

‘Yeah, sure keep telling yourself that, I’m sure it’ll be true one day.’ Sevika jokes and your shoulders only deflate more, knowing you’ll never win this war with Sevika when her mind is made up. She’s always in the right in most cases.

Mel is all too familiar with your cat like traits that nothing you do is out of the ordinary to her.

She finds humour and amusement in you participating in things commonly associated with felines. A human cat is what you were in her eyes as you slept the easiest you’ve ever slept when besides her, her presence was calming and was more then enough to have you reduced to a relaxed state before succumbing to sleep.

She just had that effect on you and you loved it as much as she does as she got to run her hand down your back.

‘You’re practically purring.’ She teases.

‘It’s not my fault you know exactly what makes me melt.’ You replied as you smiled up at her, never having gotten use to having this absolute goddess of a woman bless you with her smile, her heart, her everything.

Mel smiles softly. ‘You don’t exactly made it much of a challenge.’ She says as she watched the way you practically leaned in towards her touch, eyes closed in content with a smile spread across your face that she swore your nonexistent tail would be swishing from side to side. She has been in this position countless times before and yet it never gets old with how content she felt when moments like these between you and her freely exist within her mind.

You don’t exactly make it hard for her not to love you like she did, it came to you as easy a breathing as that’s how quick you were to fall for her, almost as if it was as though you were breathing; Easy, effortlessly and natural.

‘How can I when you read me so effortlessly and without fail?’ You replied back in almost a purr, a mischievous smile spread wide across your lips, ‘I shouldn’t need to hide myself from my lovers eyes, for she knows me all too well.’ You add. Another thing Mel adored was your cunning but cautious mind and the way you seemed oddly too relaxed for some, watching those very same individuals like they were merely mouses that squeaked about their freedom; like you were being amused by rather was being said in meetings as though you knew something they didn’t.

You were like the Cheshire Cat, often times speaking in riddles that only she herself understands.

Mel kisses the tip of your nose. ‘You smile like the cat that caught the canary,’ she says as she pulls away. ‘Learning more about you is more interesting and intriguing than the last.’

‘Then I hope I stay that way for a long while.’ You said, smirking when you felt her kiss your lips.

[meowmaymeow]

Carnal desire

It all starts with a touch. You can feel the heat on your fingers as soon as you touch Rafayel. Clouded fuzzy mind, half-closed eyes, heavy breathing and... a strange flicker? Dozens of small lights merge and form a thin veil, with its outlines resembling membranes and fins, like an extension of his ears. His pupils fill with azure light, the gaze becomes more determined. "Are you sure you fully understand what you're asking for?" Tags: 18+, smut with little plot, mdni! afab! reader x Rafayel in heat!, oral (male recieving) Word count: 1187 a/n: first time ive written such smut and ig pt2 is up if this one wont flop.

Yes, you've heard about the nature of Lemurians, and Rafayel himself has told you a lot. History, traditions, culture, art... but there was also something else. You've noticed more than once that sometimes Rafayel disappears all of a sudden, doesn't answer any of your messages and calls, doesn't get in touch at all. And then he appears as nothing of that has ever happened, justifying himself by saying that he just needs to be alone. From month to month. The feeling of curiosity and sincere misunderstanding devoured you. What is the true reason for his sudden absence? What is he really hiding? There was something fascinating about this Lemurian man that made you step into this veil of mysteries and understatements. Something was happening to your lover, and it's your duty to understand, and if necessary, to help.

Filled with determination, you realized that this time you couldn't lose the chance to find out what truly was the cause behind Rafayel's absence in your life. It was not so difficult to get into the Mo Art Studio: the gate, as on any other day, was ajar. It seems that Rafayel still did not listen to your advice to take better care of his safety. Maybe Thomas would try to reason with him later.

The light of the moon's disc illuminated the artist's mansion, as if highlighting it and luring it even more. Luring you into the depths of the mysteries and secrets of Lemuria.

It's dark inside. Quiet. Not even a sound. Only moonlight strings shining through the glass of the tall windows in the workshop, illuminating the canvases and sculptures. It seemed that the owner of the mansion had gone away for a while, leaving the house unattended for, but ... a rustle?

— Rafayel! — panicking, you run up to your lover, who was lying senseless by the sofa. "Are you okay?" What's wrong with you? You went missing again, I was worried... Rafayel, answer me! — you try to lift him up by putting your arm around his shoulders and dragging him to the couch.

Something's wrong. Is there this strange heat and... fragrance coming from him? So pleasant, suspiciously familiar, charming.

— Rafael, come on! Answ–! — before you can finish your sentence, he grabs your wrist, restraining you and pulling you towards him.

— Why did you come? I told you, sometimes I just need to be alone… You don't understand. — for a moment it seems to you that a strange azure glow appeared in his eyes, but apparently the moonlight is playing tricks on you.

— Why do you say that? You obviously are sick! Please tell me, how can I help? — you say still trying to resist his grip.

— You don't understand what you're getting yourself into. And I don't want... I don't want you to see me like this. — his words are more like a plea. They do not repel, but warn. But from what?

— Please, I can see that something is wrong. And I can't watch the person I love disappear. Completely. He cuts off any contact with me, and then comes back as if nothing had happened. Rafayel, dear… I really want to help. — tears come to your eyes from a feeling of helplessness and loss.

— If you don't leave now, I'm afraid I won't be able to let you go. Ever. Your whole being, your whole nature attracts. And I can't. No. It can not happen.

You can feel the heat that radiated from his body starting to intensify. The whole studio seemed to have been transported to another dimension. The one where it was just the two of you. A myriad of lights began to swirl around Rafayel's outline, forming a thin veil resembling fins, like an extension of his ears. Remaining on the skin, the lights took the form of scales, sinking lower and lower, along the neck, along the back and arms. Yes, you've seen him like this before, but this is the first time you've seen him actually transform into his true form. The form of a brave and ancient creature.

— You don't understand what you're asking for. — his whisper echoes in your head. — You don't understand what you're agreeing to. — he nuzzles his head into your soft chest, inhaling that sweet fragrance of yours, as if he was yearning for it this whole time. His hands go feral, cupping your chin and digging his fingers into your delicate waist. — Don’t you dare leave me now, darlin’. I promise I won’t let you go until I make sure you are completely mine. Forever. Till the end of times. Only mine. — he whispers. — And don’t forget – this was your own decision from the very beginning. — you feel as waves of strange pleasure and arousal shiver down your back. That strange aroma from before fills your mind completely, slowly erasing all worries and thoughts away from your anxious mind.

— Rafayel, I… It’s hard to breathe… — you feel your mind drifting away, leaving only one thing behind – primal desire.

Grinding against each other, feeling the warmth and pleasure only from touching bodies – all your senses intensified, bringing that tingling feeling to the bottom of your stomach. You push yourself closer to him, pressing your chest against his, gently embracing your beloved. He’s hard, you can feel it. Sense even. His arousal is almost begging to be touched, to be enveloped by your love and adoration.

— Rafayel, it feels so strange… So hot here… I’m sorry… Please… — you murmur under your breath, slowly sinking lower until your lips are against his stomach. The fragrance of his body flips something inside you, bringing you to your primal nature. — Let me, I beg you, darling — the way those words escape from your soft lips leaves Rafayel senseless, desiring every bit of your precious body.

You begin to slowly unzip his pants, revealing a hot member, already glistening with arousal, silver strings of precum running down its length. Only the sight of it leaves your mouth drooling. You start with licking carefully its crimson red tip – his most sensitive part – and hear Rafayel’s breath become heavier. Moving down, you press your lips against his cock and start sucking, deepthroating and swallowing all of his salty precum, feeling as his member twitches under your touch. Both your hands placed on the inner side of his thighs, you reposition, making it easier for you to devour him completely, bringing this Lemurian to absolute ecstasy. The pain from his cock hitting your throat again and again transforms into pure pleasure, making you pick up the pace. From such an intense stimulation and the sight of your saliva dripping down his length, Rafayel doesn’t last long.

Loud moans echo through the room, thick pearly strings of cum fill up your mouth, making you roll your eyes from its sweet taste. You swallow every drop of it, making sure nothing is spilled and wasted, its warmth burning your insides. Not completely satisfied and wanting more, you place a gentle kiss on top of his still hard and red cock.

— I promised I would help. So why would anything stop me?

[victoryai]

SOLAR RETURN ASCENDANTS × CONJUNCT NATAL PLANETS.

So lately I've been doing solar return observations and I noticed that it is indeed significant when the Sr ascendant conjuncts a natal planet.

So here we go::.

{CONJUNCT = ×}

🎃SR ASC × NATAL SUN: When your Sr ascendant is conjunct your natal sun(which obviously is still your Sr sun) then we can say that it's going to be a year of refining and reminding yourself of your identity 🆔 . A year to step forward and shine in the light of your sun sign. Doing what makes you feel alive. Cleansing your whole being. We're looking at a year that is centered around fun, academia, your kids, your fortune 🔮. Sun is the biggest and brightest luminary and if well placed in your natal chart, this promises to be a year with an impact. Expect glow up, expect to be in spotlight, expect to get more noticed than usual.

🎃SR ASC × NATAL MOON: This cosmic placement heightens your sensitivity and feelings, which can leave you with a bag of mood swings at times (however depends on the type of moon sign though) which can leave you from sweet🥺 .... happy 😊..... dull😔.... blank😑..... upset 😭..... to angry 😡. Just a rollercoaster of emotions. Expect to pay more attention to what goes on at home or with family members. To be more softer and easily influenced 🤔, to retreat more often than normal. Sounds like the right time for cleansing 🌬️..

🎃SR ASC × NATAL MERCURY: It's normal to find yourself more communicative this year. The influence of mercury might have you taking a lot of trips here and there, starting a blog, even going on a diet, writing a book, learning how to drive, buying a car!, Using your phone more often or rather buying a new one, having to deal with your siblings, cousins neighbors etc. You might even decide to move to a new neighborhood. This year you just take up new habits and decide to focus on every detail that crosses your path.

🎃SR ASC × NATAL VENUS: Gosh, I'm blushing badly ☺️😄. Alright, this is a type of glow up placement because you look good. This year everything seems so right because you look good, your self esteem is top, your surrounded by love and that guy/lady got her 👀 on you 🤭. This shows that you're likely meeting a lot of people, keeping a lot contact, getting richer, dating that person, living your dream life. This also points to a lot of self love at the moment 😆.

🎃SR ASC × NATAL MARS; For some of us,this is quite an explosive year, for others it's an irritating year 😂. 30% of how you'll receive this energy is based on your sun sign . For example : Cancer mars could have trouble with family members and Leo with kids . You tend to get more angry or irritated or you might decide to channel that energy into sports or hitting the gym. You find yourself being more active and aware with a hint of restlessness attached and also saying no when necessary 😡.

🎃SR ASC × NATAL JUPITER: This is a year of abundance!! and good fortune. Going on long journeys and learning from life itself. You will be full of God's blessings. This is giving expansion vibes, physically and all. You might decide to reconnect with your faith on a deeper level maybe going on pilgrimages, expanding your mind in regards to foreign beliefs, getting lucky in foreign lands and most importantly, being protected.

🎃SR ASC × NATAL SATURN: If you're not being saddled with countless responsibilities, you're stressing a hell lot😭. No two ways about it!. This is seriously giving duty calls!📞 . This might mean that you work extra than it's healthy for your body. Things going haywire, outta control, having people depend on you , losing lots of weight, quit notice!!! just bad stuff 😭. Working harder and preparing for your future. However,this year will be the foundation on which later years stand on . It sounds harsh but I'm genuinely sharing my experience with this placement.

@victoryai @llrightsreservedvictoryai.

[gpcwsl]

Alessia Russo x Reader

I don’t want you to go

WC: 1.5k

MasterList

Warnings: making out, kissing.

Song: Gravity - Sara Bareilles (I know it’s not the same as the picture just listen to this one instead, lol.)

The evening air was crisp, the soft hum of streetlights casting a golden glow along the pavement as you and Alessia walked side by side. Your third date had been perfect—simple but memorable. The laughter at the small Italian restaurant, the way she’d brushed her blonde hair behind her ear when you complimented her, the accidental touch of her hand against yours that lingered longer than necessary. Every moment felt like it carried a weight, a pull that you weren’t sure you could resist much longer.

Alessia walked close enough for your arms to occasionally bump, and each time it happened, her cheeks flushed a little deeper. Her eyes, soft and shining, darted toward you when she thought you weren’t looking. The conversation flowed naturally, but you couldn’t ignore the tension in the air—unspoken, undeniable, electric. It had been there since the moment you picked her up, simmering beneath the surface.

As her flat came into view, your heart began to race. The walk felt shorter tonight, or maybe it was just the anticipation building with every step. The thought of saying goodnight, of letting her go back inside without… something more, filled your chest with an ache you couldn’t ignore. But then again, what if you were reading this wrong? What if the spark you felt so strongly wasn’t mutual? The thought made your steps falter slightly, but Alessia didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she did, judging by the way her fingers brushed against yours in what felt like a deliberate motion.

When you finally reached her door, Alessia turned to face you fully. She was so close now, her bright blue eyes meeting yours, and you could feel the warmth radiating from her despite the cool night air. She smiled, that shy, almost hesitant smile she gave when she was nervous. It was one of your favorite things about her.

“Thanks for tonight,” she said softly, her voice just above a whisper. “I had a really good time.”

“So did I,” you replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of nerves threatening to take over. “You’re… amazing, Alessia.”

Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked down for a moment, biting her lip as if trying to find the right words. When her eyes met yours again, there was something different in them—something you couldn’t quite place but that sent a shiver down your spine.

Neither of you moved. The air felt heavier now, the world around you fading into the background as you stood there, locked in this moment. You wanted to kiss her. God, you wanted to kiss her more than anything. But should you? Would she want you to?

As if reading your mind, Alessia took a small step closer, her hand hesitating before reaching out to lightly touch your arm. “I…” She paused, her voice trailing off as she seemed to gather her courage. Then, before you could overthink it, she leaned in—soft, tentative, testing the waters.

Her lips brushed against yours, warm and gentle, and every thought in your mind dissolved into nothing. It was soft at first, a question rather than a statement, but when you responded, leaning into her, the kiss deepened. Her hand slid up to your shoulder, pulling you closer, and you felt your own hands finding her waist, holding her steady as the world seemed to tilt on its axis.

The kiss grew more urgent, the unspoken tension of the past few weeks unraveling with every movement. When you finally pulled back, breathless and wide-eyed, Alessia’s lips were parted, her face flushed. But she didn’t give you time to say anything. Instead, she grabbed your hand, pulling you inside her flat and kicking the door shut behind her in one swift motion.

She was on you again before you could process it, her lips finding yours with a fervor that took your breath away. Her hands, now resting on your face, slid into your hair, holding you to her as if she were afraid to let you go. You could feel the heat of her body against yours, the softness of her touch contrasting with the urgency of her kiss.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Alessia whispered against your lips, her voice low and breathless. Her forehead rested against yours, and her eyes searched yours as if she were looking for reassurance, for permission to keep going.

You smiled, your hands still resting on her waist. “I think I have an idea,” you replied, your voice just as unsteady as hers.

And with that, she kissed you again, her lips capturing yours in a way that made your knees weak. Every touch, every movement, felt like a revelation, and you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d gone this long without her.

The two of you stumbled further into the flat, your focus entirely on each other as the door remained shut behind you, the rest of the world forgotten.

Alessia guided you further into her flat, her hand still holding yours as if she was afraid to let go. The space was warm and inviting, dimly lit by the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner. You barely had time to take it all in before Alessia turned to face you, her cheeks flushed and her blue eyes sparkling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her hands finding their way to your chest. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with emotion. Then, with the same boldness she’d shown at the door, she leaned in and kissed you again.

This time, the kiss was different—deeper, slower, but no less intense. It wasn’t rushed or uncertain. It was deliberate, as though she wanted to savor every moment, every touch. Her hands slid up to your shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

You could feel her body relax against yours, the tension from earlier melting away as the kiss intensified. The faint citrus-vanilla scent of her shampoo surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the softness of her lips, the way they molded perfectly to yours. Time seemed to blur as the world outside her flat faded into insignificance.

Without breaking the kiss, Alessia gently tugged at your hand, guiding you toward the couch. You followed willingly, your lips still locked with hers as you stumbled together, laughing softly between kisses when you bumped into the armrest. She sank down onto the cushions, pulling you with her, and you ended up sitting side by side, your knees brushing as you leaned into each other.

Alessia’s hands found their way to your face, her thumbs brushing against your cheekbones as she kissed you again—harder this time, with more urgency. You responded in kind, your fingers slipping to her waist, holding her like she might vanish if you let go. The couch creaked faintly as the two of you shifted closer, your bodies pressed together as if the space between you was unbearable.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Her lips were slightly swollen, her hair a little mussed from your fingers running through it, but she looked radiant. She rested her forehead against yours, her eyes fluttering closed as she let out a shaky laugh.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this,” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “I think I have an idea,” you repeated-teased, earning a quiet laugh from her.

Her fingers trailed down your arm, intertwining with yours. She looked at you then, her gaze soft but filled with something deeper—something that made your heart skip a beat.

“Stay,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly but steady enough to leave no doubt about her sincerity. “Stay the night. I don’t want you to go.”

The vulnerability in her words made your chest ache in the best way. You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before replying. “Okay. I’ll stay.”

Her smile widened, relief and joy flashing across her face as she pulled you into another kiss. This one was slower, sweeter, but no less passionate. It felt like a promise, like the beginning of something neither of you fully understood yet but were more than willing to explore.

The two of you stayed there on the couch for what felt like hours, wrapped up in each other, sharing kisses and quiet laughter. It wasn’t long before Alessia rested her head on your shoulder, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm as you sat together in comfortable silence. The night stretched on, but neither of you seemed to notice—or care. For the first time in a long time, everything felt perfect.

[pixiepipedreams]

༺୨♡︎୧༺ — i am your angel of music // prologue

♡  ⁄  pairing: in-ho x reader, eventual gi-hun x reader ♡  ⁄  warnings & tags: fem!reader, obsessive behavior, lying/manipulation, age gap (reader is in her 20s, in-ho & gi-hun are late in their 40s), eventual mature themes ♡  ⁄ wordcount: 1.6k ♡  ⁄ summary: a mere background dancer in the sigongkwan theater, you've spent the last year receiving voice lessons from your angel of music. PHANTOM OF THE OPERA AU. (or should i call it, frontman of the opera--)

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A calm hush has settled over Sigongkwan Theatre. Sure, the sub-level basement, directly under the theater, plays host to the rehearsal after-party, debauchery unleashing on the theater group after a day of exhaustive work. But the halls, the dressing rooms, the theater itself, all remain silent and darkened. Few buildings have electricity in the newly divided southern Korea, and Sigongkwan relies on gas lamps and candles. With almost every resident of the theater in the only known basement level, the halls remain shrouded in midnight.

Every room is silent. Silent, but, at the very end of the hallway, there’s flickering glow peeking through the crack of the final door and the floor below it. It's only noticeable if you’re very close, if your eye catches on it.

The room is silent, an unused dressing room - except for a couple hours every night. The only light to see by are two candles - both lit by you. One for yourself, and one for the angel that visits you. Angels don't need light, you know this – it's out of respect more than anything else. You sit in front of the mirror, the dark room lingering behind you, an omnipotent presence that you could fear.

You're not afraid. You never would be. Not when your angel is coming.

The simple cotton dress that covers your legs as you sit in near-darkness is white, traditional sleepwear that leaves you open, vulnerable. To nobody else would you show yourself like this. Your hair is still wavy from the braid you wear to rehearsals, where you perform as a simple ensemble dancer. No lines, and certainly no singing part, has ever been assigned to you. When you first joined the theater group, your audition had only been for the part of dancer. Your voice was like an unpolished jewel, a precious gem that you’d tucked away to gather dust and lose its clarity after the death of your father.

Your angel believes you deserve to be the star. His quiet praise is just as intoxicating as his singing, even if you have a hard time believing you deserve anything more than the shadows you tuck yourself away in. His shadows.

“My dear muse.” A soft voice, quiet and measured, but somehow it always fills the room. Your wide eyes shine in the darkness, looking around for him like you always do, though he’s never revealed himself to you. It’s always just you and your own reflection, the two candles, and his voice. “Your performance today was the epitome of grace, elegance.” Head tilting, your eyes flutter shut, savoring the sound of that enigmatic voice.

A smile graces your lips, and you wait to hear more, but it doesn’t come. He speaks as little as is necessary, in these lessons, these secret meetings where you commune with the heaven he brings to you. “My angel,” you whisper, your voice hardly more than a breath. “Thank you. You’re too kind, as always.” Your fingers splay over the skirt of your dress, smoothing over the wrinkles, the desire to be perfect for him. “I am humbled by your return every night, to better my voice. I only wish to make you proud.” You duck your head respectfully, your voice filled with the ever-present awe of this gift he’s devoted to giving you. “I only wish I could give you something in return, more than this candle - an offering? Prayer?” Though, you and he both know that you pray to him nightly, that every moment on stage is an offering to him.

“Your melodic voice is the only gift in this room, dearest muse.” His murmur is like a balm to your soul, grace touching your ears. “Shall we begin our lesson?”

Little do you know, your dear angel watches you through the mirror you sit so devotedly in front of. Man, not angel, not pure heavenly being. He watches you, as always, with dark eyes, your perfect form, the way your own gaze seems to find his face, even in the dark, even with his obscured figure. It used to make him worry, that you saw through his trick mirror, his ruse, his little game. It doesn't feel like much of a game anymore - this obsession, deep and insidious, that has claimed him as surely as it has you.

The first time he’d heard your voice, it was sweet honey dripping down the side of a cup of yuja tea. You had thought you were alone - perhaps you were. He’s nothing more than a phantom, after all, a ghost stalking the walls and rafters of the theater. It was in those very walls that he’d first spied on you, heard the way you quietly sung to yourself as you brushed your hair. Fixation. Instant fixation. In a decade or so of solitude, you had shimmered like a vigil of hope. Watching you was easy, spending most of his days listening as you quietly lingered in the background, on the edges of the performance group. Your one friend, Yong-sik, was how In-ho learned more about you, your father. Your belief in him, like religion, and your certainty that one day, he would send to you an angel.

You made it too easy.

Whispers that would call to you in your small room, practically a closet, until one night you were drawn from your bed, following them down the halls. Until you came across this very room. One burning candle, and one unlit.

He can still see the confusion that had clouded your expression, but also the hope. As if you already understood what he wanted from you, you’d lit the other candle. Accepting him, offering yourself. That was the first night that he sang for you, taught you one of his songs. And slowly, ever so carefully, he coaxed out your persimmon-sweet voice. Since that night, over a year ago now, he’s coached you, taught you - and you, always his faithful student, were such a quick learner.

Perhaps tonight, In-ho feels nostalgic. The gentle tilt of your face, the perfect fall of your hair… You look the same as the first night, but now, there is only pure trust and adoration in your expression. His perfect muse. “Night and day… you are the one,” he croons in a low voice, carrying each note with a sweet caress. “Only you beneath the moon or under the sun… Whether near to me or far... it's no matter, darling, where you are... I think of you… Night and day....”

Just like that first night, you answer with the response to his call, your sweet voice carrying the next lines. Lighting the second candle, like you always do. “Day and night… Why is it so…. that this longing for you follows wherever I go?” Your eyes close slightly, lost in the words, in the joy of singing. “Hibiscus flowers’ bloom…. In the silence of my lonely room... I think of you… Night and day....”

“Like the persistent drip of raindrops…” He calls.

“When the summer shower is through…” You respond.

And finally, finally, your voices join together, mixing into the most saccharine melody, a perfect match. “So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you…” It’s the sweetest euphoria, a delicious drug running through his veins. He watches you, your eyes closed, your expression absolute bliss, and he knows you feel it too, the union of your voices, of your very souls. “Night and day, under the hide of me… There's such a hungry yearning burning inside of me… And its torment won't be through… ‘Till you let me spend my life devoted to you…” Your eyes flutter open, the glaze in them almost pushing him to slide away the mirror and pull you directly into his arms, to see you crumble into him. You’re beautiful, perfect, just like this, looking like you’re enchanted, just from his voice, from feeling it swirl inside you.

“Day and night…”

“Night and day…”

Your voices overlap on the final line, two perfect counterparts, and you take a shuddering gasp as the familiar melody finishes. That song… the very first one he taught you… It feels different, now. You’ve learned so much as his student, but also… you’ve grown so deeply fond of your angel. The sound of the music you make together is nothing short of rapturous. A dreamy smile spreads across your lips, and you blink, wishing, yearning for more, always more.

“Don’t go, my angel,” you say, before you can stop yourself. “Forgive me, I-I speak out of turn, I ask too much of you, but…” But it’s a lonely existence, in this theater. More so, you’ve been lonely ever since your father passed. Though you grew up without a mother, your father had loved you enough to fill both parental roles - your childhood had been filled with laughter and light, singing and music.

You lost the music, for years. But now, your angel, sent by your father himself, has brought it all back, by candlelight and the beams of the moon. You’d forgo every single break of dawn if it meant the loneliness would end, to fill your life with that harmony that only he brings you.

A soft sound, almost a sigh - or maybe the wind outside, tricking your ears, for surely angels don’t sigh? “Soon, my perfection,” he murmurs, his words sending a shudder through you. “Our union is near, sweet [Y/N]... just know, I am always by your side, always with you…”

It sounds like a promise, like everything you've ever wanted. So why does a chill run down your spine?

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A/N: sooo... i went a little insane planning this story out. aka, a lot of research on the aftermath of wwii on korea/south korea, and when western opera was introduced. placing it in paris didn't quite make sense, and i'm going to be taking a lot of creative liberties when it comes to the opera(s?) performed and the history of this particular theater, even though most of it will be background details that aren't even particularly necessary. i wanted to put out a prologue to introduce the story a bit... still deciding some things (like, will i have in-ho be wearing the mask to hide a disfigurement, or will it be more like sg s2, where he's secluded himself due to the death of the only person he cared about, and introduces himself as young-il at some point? decisions, decisions). hope you guys are down to join me on this journey lol, i promise i'll still be posting other stories that are much simpler in concept. also yes, the song they're singing is a slightly altered frank sinatra song... it felt very thematically fitting.

taglist: @pursued-by-the-squid, @bloooooopblopblop, @in-hos-wife

[malfoysanctuary]

Only Ever You

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: He never meant to be the jealous type—never wanted to be the kind of man whose temper darkens at the sight of someone else making you laugh, making you smile. But when you shine so effortlessly, when your touch feels like the only real thing in his world, he wonders if one day, you'll realize you deserve more than a man who fears losing you every second of every day.

The fire crackled low in the common room, the warm glow of candlelight casting golden flickers along the stone walls. The air was thick with the quiet hum of late-night conversations, but to him, the only sound that mattered was your laugh.

It was the kind of laugh that made the world stop. The kind that sent warmth rushing through his veins and made his chest tighten with something fierce, something possessive.

And tonight, he hated it.

Because it wasn’t for him.

His hands curled into fists, the book in his lap long forgotten, pages bent under his grip. Across the room, perched on the armrest of the sofa, you were laughing at something another guy had said.

Not just any guy.

Some nameless Ravenclaw he hadn’t paid attention to until now—until he saw the way he was looking at you.

Like he thought he had a chance.

Rage burned low in his stomach, coiling like a serpent, tightening with every second that passed. He knew he was being irrational. He knew he had no right to feel this way.

But fuck, he felt it.

He wasn’t the jealous type. At least, he hadn’t been until you.

Until he realized that loving you meant knowing that everyone else saw you too.

It wasn’t just that you were beautiful—though you were, painfully so. It was the way you existed. The way you moved through life with effortless warmth, drawing people toward you without even trying.

He had no doubt that half the castle wanted you.

And that terrified him.

Because he wasn’t like you. He wasn’t effortless.

His love was fire—possessive, consuming, too much if you weren’t careful. And every single day, he fought the fear that one day, you’d wake up and realize you deserved something easier.

Something safer.

Someone who didn’t get jealous over nothing.

But then the guy reached out.

His fingers brushed your wrist—barely a touch, fleeting, insignificant.

Except it wasn’t insignificant.

Not to him.

His entire body went rigid. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out all reason, all restraint. He was standing before he could stop himself, the scrape of his chair loud against the floor.

You didn’t notice.

Not at first.

But the moment he crossed the room, steps slow and deliberate, the energy shifted. The guy noticed him immediately, straightening slightly, an edge of wariness creeping into his posture.

Smart.

You looked up at the last second, eyes widening slightly.

“Hey,” you murmured, your voice lined with understanding.

Because of course you understood.

Of course, you saw right through him.

But it didn’t stop the storm raging inside him.

He ignored your greeting, his focus locked onto the other guy—silent, unmoving, looming.

The message was clear.

Back the fuck off.

The guy swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I should go.”

That was the first smart thing he’d said all night.

He barely noticed when the Ravenclaw left, barely registered the murmurs around the common room. All he could focus on was the way you were staring at him now—lips pressed together, gaze unreadable.

And just like that, the tension cracked like lightning between you.

You sighed, standing up. “Really?”

His jaw clenched. “What?”

“That.” You gestured vaguely toward the space where the guy had been. “Was that necessary?”

The words were calm, measured. But there was an edge to them.

An edge that told him you weren’t going to let this go.

His throat felt tight. “I don’t like it.”

Your expression didn’t change. “I know.”

He exhaled sharply, raking a hand through his hair. “It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

“Then what is it?”

He hesitated. Because the truth was ugly. The truth made him feel weak.

But you waited, patient and unwavering, and fuck—he had never been able to lie to you.

“I don’t like seeing other guys think they have a shot with you.” His voice was rough, uneven. “I don’t like knowing they look at you and think, why the hell is she with him?”

Your lips parted, something flickering in your eyes—hurt, maybe. But you didn’t interrupt.

So he kept going.

“I don’t want to lose you.” The confession ripped out of him, raw and aching.

And there it was. The fear he never spoke aloud.

Because if you ever realized that you deserved better, he wasn’t sure he’d survive it.

You stared at him for a long moment. Then, slowly, you reached out, fingers wrapping around his wrist.

“You’re not going to lose me.”

He swallowed hard. “You don’t know that.”

Your grip tightened. “Yes, I do.”

He scoffed, bitter. “How?”

“Because I love you,” you said simply.

The words shouldn’t have shocked him. You’d said them before, whispered them against his skin, pressed them into his lips like a vow. But every time, they hit him like a fucking tidal wave.

And then, before he could argue, before he could tell you that nothing was ever certain, you reached up, fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly.

It wrecked him.

Completely.

His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, grounding himself in you. Your lips brushed against his jaw, featherlight, but it was enough to make his heart stutter, to make him feel like he was going to come undone right there in your arms.

“I don’t care how many people look at me,” you murmured. “I don’t see them. I see you.”

His breath hitched.

“I choose you,” you whispered. “Every time. Always.”

His hands tightened on your waist, his forehead pressing against yours, breathing you in.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered.

You smiled. “Good.”

That startled a hoarse laugh out of him. “Good?”

“Yes,” you said, lips quirking. “Because I want you just as much.”

And then you kissed him—slow and sure, like a vow, like a promise.

And for the first time that night, the jealousy faded.

Because if the whole world wanted you, fine.

As long as you still chose him.

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Fight for me 🍒

pairing: Joel miller x f! reader

warning : NSFW, 18+

summary: After Y/N confronts Joel about her unresolved feelings and receives a crushing rejection, she goes on patrol for weeks leaving Joel to grapple with his guilt and a looming realization that he might lose her forever.

It had been a long day in Jackson, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the town square in a soft orange glow, Y/N stood waiting. She had finally worked up the courage to confront Joel really confront him. They’d been dancing around their feelings for weeks, their stolen glances and the subtle touches that lingered longer than necessary. But Y/N was tired of the waiting, the mixed signals. She needed to know where they stood, even if it meant risking her heart.

Joel approached her cautiously, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his worn jacket. He looked tired, the weight of the world always seemed to rest on his broad shoulders, and today was no different. His brow furrowed slightly when he saw her, his gaze scanning her face as though he already knew what this conversation would be about.

“Y/N,” he greeted her quietly, but she didn’t waste time with pleasantries. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her pulse quickening as she took a step closer to him.

“I need to talk to you, Joel,” she said, her voice firm but soft, vulnerability shining in her eyes.

Joel swallowed hard, already sensing the tension in the air. “I know. I reckon I do too.”

There was a beat of silence between them, the distant sounds of the town fading into the background as the moment grew heavier. Y/N gathered her courage, her hands clenching into fists at her sides to keep from shaking.

“I have feelings for you,” she finally blurted out, her voice trembling slightly but steady enough to get the words out. She watched Joel’s face as her confession sank in, but he didn’t look surprised. His expression didn’t change much at all.

“I care about you, Joel,” she continued, taking a small step toward him. “More than I should. More than I’ve wanted to admit for a long time.”

Joel’s eyes flickered with something regret, sadness, fear but he remained still, like a stone. He didn’t speak, so she kept going, desperate for some kind of response.

“And I know you feel something too. I know you, Joel. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching, the way you always pull away before we can get too close.” Her voice wavered, but she held herself together. “But I can’t keep pretending like it doesn’t mean anything. Not anymore.”

There was a long, suffocating pause before Joel finally spoke, his voice low and gruff. “You can’t have feelings for me, Y/N.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had braced herself for rejection, but hearing it out loud still cut deep.

“Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Why can’t I?”

Joel’s jaw tightened, his eyes dropping to the ground as he tried to find the words. His fists were clenched in his pockets, his whole body tense with the effort of holding back what he really wanted to say.

“Because I ain’t good for you,” he muttered, his voice rough with the weight of years of guilt and loss. “You deserve better than what I got to give.”

Y/N’s heart twisted painfully in her chest, but she refused to back down. “You don’t get to decide that for me, Joel.”

His eyes shot up to meet hers, dark and conflicted. “Yes, I do. I can’t, I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” she pressed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “Why won’t you let yourself feel something? Why won’t you fight for me?”

Joel took a step back, shaking his head. “Because I can’t, Y/N. You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand!” she pleaded, stepping closer to him. “Tell me why you keep pushing me away when I know you feel the same!”

His eyes glistened with something unreadable as he stared at her, and for a moment, Y/N thought he might actually break, that he might finally open up and tell her the truth.

But instead, Joel’s face hardened, and he took another step back, his hands trembling as he pulled them from his pockets. “I’m broken, Y/N. I’m not the man you think I am. I’ve lost too much. I can’t lose again.”

His words stung, the rawness in his voice slicing through her, but Y/N wasn’t giving up not yet. “You don’t have to lose anything. I’m right here, Joel. All I’m asking is for you to take a chance. Just… fight for me.”

Joel’s face twisted with pain, and for a fleeting second, she saw the cracks in his armor, saw how badly he wanted to take her hand, pull her close, and never let her go. But then, like a switch, the walls came back up, and his expression turned cold.

“I can’t,” he whispered, the finality in his voice breaking her heart. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, her vision blurring with unshed tears as she watched him turn his back on her, walking away without looking back. He left her standing there, alone in the center of the town square, her chest aching as she watched him disappear into the crowd.

She had laid her heart bare, and he had walked away.

Days passed after that moment. Joel avoided her, throwing himself into work, doing everything he could to keep his mind off the mess he’d made. But the gnawing guilt, the anger at himself, wouldn’t go away. He’d see her around town talking to people, carrying supplies and each time, the knot in his stomach tightened. He had been so stupid. She was everything, and he’d pushed her away, too scared to even try.

Joel was a man who built walls high enough to keep anyone from getting too close, and lately, he'd found himself battling his emotions more than ever. For weeks, Joel had been caught in a constant struggle with himself, feelings of guilt and shame pulling him in opposite directions as his attraction toward Y/N grew stronger.

She was everything he hadn’t allowed himself to want in a long time kind, sharp-witted, and brave. She brought light to the dark corners of Jackson, a beacon in a place where hope was scarce. Joel had spent countless nights alone, staring at the ceiling in his small cabin, wrestling with his thoughts, questioning whether he deserved to feel something for her. Sarah, the loss, the years spent surviving rather than living it all weighed heavy on his soul. How could he possibly think about moving forward? How could he let someone in again?

His frustrations with himself only made things worse. He’d been distant, cold, pushing Y/N away every time she tried to get closer. It wasn’t fair to her. But Joel was too damn scared to let himself care. It was easier to stay in his misery than risk feeling that pain again.

“Joel, you can’t keep doing this,” Tommy had told him more than once, his brother sensing the turmoil simmering beneath the surface. But Joel always brushed him off, muttering excuses about keeping things professional or how he didn’t need more complications in his life. Yet, no matter how much distance he put between them, he couldn’t stop his mind from drifting to Y/N.

Then today, it was worse. Y/N had gone out on patrol.

Jackson’s patrols were routine by now, but they weren’t without their risks. Joel usually joined them, but this time he’d opted out, knowing she’d be out there. He thought it would help to put some distance between them, maybe clear his head. Instead, it only made the gnawing ache in his chest worse. The hours dragged on, each passing minute fueling his restless energy. Joel couldn’t sit still. He was on edge, pacing his cabin, berating himself for how he’d treated her. All he could think about was her smile, how she used to lean against his shoulder after a long day. How he’d shrugged her off the last time she tried to talk to him.

“Damn it, Joel. What the hell is wrong with you?”

His mind raced with the guilt of pushing her away. Y/N was out there, doing her job, and all he could think about was how he’d been too much of a coward to let her in. He grabbed his jacket, ran his hands through his hair, then stopped in his tracks. She deserved better than what he had to offer. “Maybe it’s for the best.”

But a sudden, gut-wrenching feeling pulled at him a fear he couldn’t shake. Something wasn’t right.

His boots thudded against the wooden floor as he headed for the door, an anxious knot tightening in his chest. He made his way toward the gates of Jackson, as if his feet had taken over, instinct pulling him there without thought. His hands were shaking, and he shoved them into his pockets to hide it. “She’s fine. She’ll be fine.”

But the moment he saw the group returning through the gates, the world around him seemed to stop. He spotted her instantly, Y/N walking, limping slightly, with blood streaking down her arm and a nasty cut along her forehead. His heart lurched into his throat.

“Y/N!” Joel’s voice cracked as he pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the questioning stares. Panic surged through him as he reached her, his eyes wild with concern.

Y/N’s gaze met his, her eyes tired but still as strong as ever. “Joel—”

He didn’t give her a chance to finish. “What the hell happened? Are you okay?” His voice was thick with worry, his hands already hovering over her injuries, unsure of where to start. He could see the blood seeping through her clothes, her shirt torn and stained. “Jesus, you’re bleeding.”

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she tried to assure him, but Joel’s jaw tightened.

His hands, rough and calloused, gently cupped her face as his eyes frantically scanned over her wounds. She winced slightly at the touch, but her lips twitched into a small, reassuring smile.

“Joel, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine,” he snapped, his voice low and strained, filled with guilt. “I shouldn’t have let you go out there. I—”

“It’s my job,” Y/N interrupted softly, her hand reaching up to grip his wrist. “I’m okay, really.”

But Joel wasn’t hearing it. The panic, the fear that had consumed him the moment he saw her hurt, was too much. His chest felt tight, and the world around him blurred. He had pushed her away for weeks, told himself it was for the best, and now seeing her like this, it was like a punch to the gut. “He had fucked it up.” He couldn’t lose her, not after everything.

“Don’t..don’t do that,” he muttered, shaking his head as he pulled her closer. “Don’t pretend like this is nothing. It ain’t nothing to me.”

His confession hung in the air, heavy with emotion. Y/N blinked, her brows furrowing as she searched his face.

“Joel, what are you?”

“I’ve been a damn fool,” he admitted, his voice rough and broken. “I’ve been pushing you away, and I don’t even know why anymore. I thought I couldn’t thought I wasn’t allowed to feel this way again. But I can’t lose you, Y/N. I can’t.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the raw vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. She had always known there was something more beneath his gruff exterior, but hearing it like this… she hadn’t expected it.

“You won’t lose me,” Y/N whispered, her hand moving to rest against his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath her palm. “Joel, I’m here. I’m right here.”

He exhaled shakily, his forehead resting against hers as the weight of his fear and guilt crashed over him. His fingers gently traced the edge of the cut on her forehead, and for the first time in a long time, Joel allowed himself to feel to really feel what had been building inside him for so long.

“I should’ve told you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “I should’ve been honest. I’m sorry.”

Y/N leaned into him, her lips brushing against his cheek in a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay, Joel. We’ll figure it out.”

And for the first time in weeks, Joel believed her. He hadn’t lost everything he hadn’t lost her.

Y/N gazed up at Joel, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the raw emotion etched into his handsome features. His hands trembled slightly as they cupped her face, his thumbs brushing gently over her cheeks. The air between them crackled with a tension that had been building for weeks, the unspoken feelings and longing finally boiling to the surface.

Joel's eyes searched hers intensely, the blue depths swirling with a maelstrom of emotions fear, guilt, regret, and something else, something that made Y/N's breath catch in her throat. His voice was low and rough when he spoke, each word laden with meaning.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Joel murmured, his forehead resting against hers as he struggled to find the right words. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for not being able to see what was right in front of me. I was a damn fool."

Y/N's heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice, her hands coming up to grip the front of his shirt. "Joel, you don't have to apologize," she breathed, her lips brushing against his jawline. "I understand. I do."

"No, you don't," he insisted, pulling back just enough to look her in the eye. "I've been so caught up in my own head, in my own pain, that I couldn't see how much you've come to mean to me. I couldn't let myself feel it."

Y/N's brows furrowed, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "Joel, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered fiercely. "No matter what happens, I'm here. I'll always be here."

Something shifted in Joel's expression, a flicker of determination hardening his jaw. "I don't want you to go anywhere," he growled, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against him. "I want you here, with me. Always."

Joel Miller cooked a romantic dinner for Y/N, complete with candles, soft music, and a delicious meal. After dinner, he walked her to her door, his hand warm and strong in hers.

As they reached the doorway, Joel turned to Y/N, his blue eyes filled with tenderness. "I had a really nice time tonight," he murmured, squeezing her hand. "Dinner was perfect."

Y/N gazed up at him, a soft smile on her lips. "It was lovely," she agreed, squeezing his hand back. "Thank you for cooking for me, Joel. It means a lot."

Joel brushed a stray curl behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Anything for you, angel," he said softly. "I'd do anything to make you happy."

Y/N's heart fluttered in her chest at his words. She could feel the love and devotion radiating off him, and it made her feel cherished and adored. "I'm so glad we found each other," she whispered, leaning into his touch. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Joel's hand slid down to cup her chin, tilting her face up to his. "You'll never have to find out," he promised, his voice low and intense. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I'm yours, always and forever."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as Joel's head dipped down, his lips brushing hers in a tender kiss. She melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back with all the love and passion in her heart.

The night air was cool as Y/N and Joel strolled back to her place, hands lightly brushing against each other, fingers occasionally intertwining. It was a comfortable silence between them, the kind that spoke volumes about their connection. Joel's heart was racing, knowing that he was about to spend the night with this captivating woman. Her green eyes sparkled in the moonlight, and her freckles, dusted across her cheeks, seemed to dance as she smiled at him.

As they reached her doorstep, Y/N turned, facing Joel, her expression a mix of desire and shyness. "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Joel. Goodnight."

Joel's throat went dry. He wanted to say something, something meaningful, but all he managed was a hoarse, "Goodnight, Y/N."

He turned to leave, his footsteps echoing on the pavement. But something pulled him back, an irresistible urge to see her again, to feel her warmth. He hesitated, then, in a swift motion, turned on his heels and headed back towards her house.

Just as he raised his hand to knock, the door swung open, and Y/N stood there, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without a word, she grabbed the front of Joel's shirt, pulling him inside with a force that surprised him. The door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing through the quiet house.

"Thought you'd leave without saying goodbye, huh?" Y/N teased, her voice low and sultry.

Joel, caught off guard by her sudden aggression, found himself pressed against the closed door, Y/N's body flush against his. He could feel her breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "I... I couldn't leave without seeing you again," he managed to whisper.

"Good," she purred, her hands now roaming freely over his chest, making his heart pound even harder. "Because I've been thinking about this all night. About how good it would feel to have you inside me."

Joel's breath caught in his throat as her words, laced with raw desire, washed over him. He felt his control slipping away, replaced by a primal urge to possess her, to brand her as his.

Y/N's hands found the buttons of his shirt, deftly undoing them one by one, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through his body. As the fabric fell away, she traced her fingers along his chest, her nails lightly scraping his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "I want to taste every inch of you."

With that, she dropped to her knees, her hands working at his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle, driven by her eagerness. Joel groaned, his hands threading through her hair, the soft strands slipping between his fingers. He felt exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly consumed by desire.

Y/N's lips found the tip of his erection, now freed from the confines of his pants, and she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting him, memorizing every inch. Her hands cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his length.

"Fuck, Y/N," Joel gasped, his head thrown back, his body arching towards her. "You're incredible."

She pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face, a glistening strand of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his cock. "I aim to please," she whispered, before taking him into her mouth again, this time with more urgency.

Joel's hands tightened in her hair, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging her actions. He could feel the pressure building, his breath coming in short gasps, his body on the brink of something explosive.

"Wait," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with need. "I want you, all of you."

Y/N rose, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She kicked off her shoes and swiftly undressed, revealing her slender body, her breasts full and pert, her nipples hard with desire. She wore nothing but a smile and a small silver chain around her waist, drawing Joel's eyes to the glistening wetness between her thighs.

Joel kicked off his shoes and shimmied out of his pants, his eyes never leaving her. He was hard, aching with need, his cock standing proudly, twitching with anticipation.

Y/N backed towards the nearby couch, her movements graceful, like a feline stalking its prey. She sat on the edge, spreading her legs, inviting him with her eyes. Joel needed no further encouragement. He moved between her thighs, positioning himself at her entrance, feeling her heat enveloping him.

With one smooth thrust, he filled her, their bodies becoming one. Y/N's eyes widened, a soft moan escaping her lips as she adjusted to his size. Joel paused, giving her a moment to acclimate to his presence, his hands gripping her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "So tight and warm."

"More," she breathed, her hands pulling him closer, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please, Joel, more."

Joel began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, each stroke pushing deeper, eliciting moans and gasps from Y/N. Her fingers dug into his back, leaving marks that would remind them of this moment.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, her hair tousled, her freckles more pronounced as her passion rose. "Your freckles are perfect, like stars in the night sky."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, and she smiled, a smile that reached her eyes, making his heart skip a beat. "I love the way you look at me," she whispered, her voice breathless.

Joel's movements became more frantic, his body building towards an inevitable climax. He felt Y/N's walls clenching around him, her body responding to his, their connection deepening with every thrust.

"I'm close," she panted, her nails scraping his back, marking him as her own. "Oh God, Joel, I'm so close."

Joel's body was on fire, his senses alive with the feel and taste of Y/N. He thrust harder, faster, wanting to give her everything, wanting to see her fly apart in his arms.

"You're so tight around me," he grunted, his voice raw with desire. "I'm gonna cum, Y/N. I'm gonna fill you up."

Y/N's eyes widened, her body tensing, and then she was crying out, her climax crashing over her, her walls rippling around him, milking him as she rode out her orgasm. Joel followed, his own release overwhelming him, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself deep inside her, filling her with his essence.

They collapsed, a tangle of limbs, onto the couch, their hearts pounding, their breath coming in ragged gasps. Joel held Y/N close, his hands stroking her back, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"You're incredible," he whispered, his lips brushing her temple. "I've never felt anything like that."

Y/N smiled, a satisfied, post-coital glow on her face. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Joel Miller," she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "And you taste like cherries, did you know that?"

Joel laughed, a deep, contented sound, and pulled her closer, burying his face in her sweet-smelling hair. "I think I'm gonna need a lot more of your special flavor, Y/N. I'm not sure I can ever get enough."

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of their passionate encounter, both knowing that this was just beginning of their story.

[silvertheduckling]

Shadows in the Rain

This is a Shadow one shot! I could make it into a series if everyone likes :3 Music I recommend for this fic, (if you like listening and reading) is Sailor by Alex Kehm. Also her song called Howl also fits the mood ♡

Summary: You find Shadow in the park during a rainy afternoon, and you share an umbrella.

Reader is a mobian and GUN agent. (1,347 words.) Hope you enjoy! 💙

It was a misty afternoon, as soft rain drops fell from the sky. Small puddles pooled in curbs and in the imperfections of the sidewalk. There was no breeze or movement, just calm, peaceful silence. Except for the patter of the rain drops, making a pleasant hum. You had taken the afternoon off, to enjoy this serene atmosphere. Umbrella in hand, as your boots made little splashes on the wet sidewalk. 

That morning, you had been assigned to work with Shadow, only for Shadow nowhere to be found. It was unusual for him to be absent, for he was always very punctual, especially if others were relying on him. You worried about him, for how uncharacteristic it was. But you were left with your thoughts and the soft sound of the rain.

 He was a very intriguing person; Rouge herself had told you about how he was. She always teased you about Shadow, saying you had a way of pulling words out of him that no one else could. Though you were never sure if you believed her. Over the few months together on missions, he never conversed more than necessary.

Only, his eyes always spoke more than his voice ever did. You could swear you'd seen a hint of vulnerability in his deep, ruby eyes. A hidden struggle behind those beautiful gems. 

 His gaze always seemed to stiffen as soon as it became too revealing. Making you wonder if those moments were all a work in your head.  

Over these past months, he'd warmed up to you more, though never getting too comfortable. On those riskier missions he always would choose the more difficult front-line assignments. Saying you wouldn't be able to keep up. 

Those missions when you could see the flash of panic when you made a close call, the strong reprimand to never do that again on the ride to headquarters. When you'd see that deeper look in his eyes. Those moments when you understood he did care. 

He had showed it many times. When he had saved your life. When enemies got a little too close and he stepped in front of you. Shielding you with himself. Though, more recently, he had grown distant. 

Ever since you both had been on a mission that cut very close. Too close. In the moment he insistently asked if you were alright, looking you over many times. That desperate worry in his eyes as he looked in yours. He held you by your shoulders making you look in his eyes, his grip firm but gentle.

"Don't do that again."

The passing of a car splashing in the little stream brought you out of your thoughts, the blur of fading headlights melting in the hazy fog. 

 Faint glow from a light pole shined a misty haze over an approaching bench, a figure lightly illuminated there. Curiosity bubbled in you as you wondered who the figure was. Once close enough the misty glow revealed an empty stare, Shadow. 

Raindrops trickled from his fur to the cool ground. He looked so distant, so lost. Gazing in no direction in particular, tension in his hands as they clenched. 

You stood there for a few moments, wanting to greet him happily but biting your tongue, knowing that's not what he needed right now. With a soft movement, you sat on the bench, an arm length between you. 

You debated in your head if that had been the best idea, that he probably wanted to be left alone. It's too late to turn back now.

You inched closer, wondering if he noticed your presence. Slowly, you shifted your umbrella, letting its brim cover him. After a few moments he seemed to notice. His ruby eyes softened slightly as they met yours, revealing a flicker of emotion beneath his usual hardened gaze.

Though, he was silent. His irises looking impossibly deep in yours. It felt like he was looking in your soul. Like, he was.... searching. Searching for your angle, why you were showing him grace. 

All he seen was your honest sweet gaze. The kindness in your eyes... They were genuine. It had been so long since he had seen such tender, empathetic eyes directed towards him... He hesitantly met your gaze once again. 

"What are you doing?" 

His voice soft and quiet matching the gentle hum of the rain.

"You weren't at the meeting for our mission this morning, so I took this afternoon off; and found you here."

You had noticed? That alone made Shadow soften ever slightly. His gaze left yours to the rest of the misty central park. 

"I'm sorry."

he murmured, lowering his gaze to his lap as if the weight of the words pained him.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." 

He looked up again, as his eyes found yours once more. His facial features softened gently, his brow less furrowed, his frown less prominent. 

"It's okay to take a break sometimes. I just... I was worried about you."

He froze a little after that statement. The idea that his presence... was missed. 

That look in his sanguine eyes revealing how much that sentence alone meant to him. 

The buzz of a phone interrupted the exchange as you sheepishly took out your phone with murmured apologies. It was Rouge asking where you were, you had forgotten your plans with her. 

"I'm sorry. Rouge is waiting on me and you know how she is."   

You said hurriedly embarrassed as you gathered yourself. 

"Um... where I'm going isn't far, you want my umbrella?"

Kindness in your eyes as you smiled gently offering the umbrella. He looked at you for a lingering moment, then he gently reached for it. Your hands brushed each other softly as he took it from your hand.

For a moment that felt longer than it was, his hand lingered over yours on the umbrella. In the gentle shower you both stood under the cover of the umbrella. You both clung onto this moment preserving it gazes locked. 

Time seemed to slow as your eyes searched his and his prodded yours. He remained silent, his eyes speaking for him. His deep gemstones caught the faint cast of light, showing the vulnerability in them. They wavered between yours. Your presence comforted him. Though silent, his eyes betrayed the truth—he didn't want you to leave.

The buzz of a phone call in your pocket disrupted the eye contact. You both knew who it was. 

"I should go. You have a good afternoon, ok?"  

You spoke apologetically as you pulled your hand away fully giving him the umbrella. 

"See you later."   

 He nodded faintly at your soft tone, as his grip on the umbrella grew tighter. You turned walking down the path, taking the phone call. Your figure growing farther in the misty afternoon. Blurring into the rain. He stood there watching you go, left with his thoughts. 

"Bye (name)."

He murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain, as though speaking to the memory of your presence more than to you. He gazed where you once were, umbrella in hand. 

As he walked home, he held tight to the look in your eyes. The rain continued to fall, but the memory of your warmth lingered. A contrast to the cool misty atmosphere. 

It had been a few days since that late afternoon, you were at your home enjoying a lovely clear morning making some breakfast. There was a gentle knock at your doorstep, as you gazed curiously in that direction. After a few moments you walked to the door opening it, revealing no one there. Your gaze fell and there you saw your umbrella and beside it a vase of red roses and little white flowers. You picked both up bringing them inside. You set the flowers on the counter. 

A soft smile crossed your lips as you traced the delicate petals. The roses, their crimson petals catching the morning sunlight; reminded you of his gaze—vulnerable, yet unyielding. Even in his silence, Shadow's gratitude spoke volumes. You noticed a little card in the middle, and you pulled it out. Opening it gently it simply read;

"Thank you ---Shadow."

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[sevarchive]

bllk drabbles! #1

blue lock characters! taking you to a date. tw: tooth-rotting fluff.

starring: kurona ranze, gin gagamaru, raichi jingo, nagi seishiro, bachira meguru

kurona ranze walks beside you with his hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, staring at the pavement like it might whisper a secret if he looks long enough. he's close—close enough that your knuckles brush—but he doesn’t say anything. he just breathes a little funny and keeps stealing glances your way.

then, you both step into the shark tunnel and everything changes.

“oh—that’s a sandbar shark,” he says, rushing the words. “you can tell from the dorsal fin. tall fin.”

his eyes are wide, practically glowing under the blue glass light. he leans forward, hands flat on the glass as he talks so fast he stumbles a little.

you watch, heart warm, as he nearly presses his face to the glass, eyes glowing. “they're misunderstood predators. they don’t really attack humans. they just… exist. fast and focused. focused.”

you can’t help but smile. “you sound like a little marine biologist, ranpo.”

he blinks, cheeks immediately flushed. “ranpo…?” you grin. “yeah. it suits you.”

he fiddles with the hem of his hoodie again, mumbling under his breath, “...ranpo. kinda cute. cute.”

later, when you surprise him with a plush shark from the gift shop, he stares at it like it’s the most precious creature on earth.

“for me?” “for my favorite shark nerd,” you tease.

he hugs it tightly, mumbling with a flustered smile, “gonna name him… uh… mini ranpo. ranpo jr.”

and just like that, you fall a little harder.

gin gagamaru strolls up with his usual calm smile, his ivy hairband barely moving as he sets down a backpack that looks way too heavy.

he carefully builds a fire that flickers and dances, warming the cool night air. then, with a shy smile, he picks up some meat with his fingers — a little messy, but so him — and gently holds it out.

“here,” he says quietly, feeding you with such slow, careful tenderness that your heart feels like it might burst. your lips brush his fingers, and his eyes soften, sparkling in the firelight.

“you don’t have to worry about a thing,” he whispers. “one day, we’ll build a wildlife preservation. a cozy home for bears, birds, and all the wild things we love.”

you giggle, imagining the two of you surrounded by trees and animals, making that dream real.

“we’ll take care of it together,” he says, his fingers curling around yours, warm and steady. “just like i’ll always take care of you.”

you lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek, wrapped in warmth — the fire, the night, and his quiet, endless love.

raichi jingo stands by the door of the rage room, arms crossed and that trademark confident smirk playing on his lips. his pale blonde hair is a little messy, but his amber eyes sparkle with mischief.

you blink, surprised. “wait, you actually brought me to a rage room?”

he shrugs, cool but gentle. “yeah. figured you might wanna smash some stuff and get out your stress.”

you pick up a bat hesitantly.

raichi leans against the wall, watching with a quiet softness you don’t usually see. “go on. show me what you’ve got.”

you swing hard—smash!—a shelf crashes to the floor.

he chuckles, shaking his head. “damn, you’re stronger than you look.”

grinning, you hand him the bat.

raichi cracks his knuckles, eyes flashing. “if anyone ever catcalls you, i’ll smash ‘em for real.” then, with a wink, he smashes a vase and laughs.

later, sweaty and laughing, raichi hands you a cold drink. his fingers brush yours, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

he squeezes your hand gently, voice softer now, almost shy. “i’m just trying to keep you safe and happy. but honestly? i wanna crush every bad day for you.”

clearing his throat, he glances away, cheeks faintly pink. “you’re strong. and cool. and hot. whatever. shut up.”

you laugh, heart fluttering, and lean into him.

raichi grins, eyes shining. “ready to smash some more?”

nagi seishiro is lazily glued to the claw machine, his fingers tapping the buttons with zero effort.

“i want that cactus plush for choki,” he mumbles, voice all slow and soft. “but it’s too far back. gimme like… thirty minutes.”

you tug his sleeve gently. “how about a challenge instead?”

he squints at the ddr machine nearby, voice a sleepy drawl, “that looks… sweaty.”

“aw, scared you’ll lose?” you tease, a playful grin lighting your face.

his eyes narrow just a bit, but there’s a tiny spark in them.

cut to five minutes later: nagi’s dancing like he’s in some boy band music video — smooth, perfect rhythm, but still looking like it’s barely any effort at all. that smug expression is impossible to miss.

“you’re cheating,” you huff, laughing.

“i’m just talented,” he replies with a lazy smirk.

you drag him into the photobooth next. he leans his head softly on your shoulder, half-asleep already, whispering, “this is my favorite part.”

when the photos print out, he’s smiling so gently in all of them, like he never wants the moment to end.

you reach over and squeeze his hand, heart full, thinking, he’s soft, even when he tries not to be.

bachira meguru practically skips ahead in line, his hand already laced with yours, swinging it with every step like he’s walking on clouds.

“this one’s got three loops!” he beams, eyes glowing like a kid about to commit chaos. “bet your soul leaves your body at loop number two. mine’s gonna wait ‘til three.”

you’re clutching the safety bar like it owes you your life while he throws his arms up like he’s conducting a symphony in the sky.

“IIII WANNA FLYYYYY!!” he yells at the top of his lungs. “HI Y/N!! I LOVE—AAAHHH—”

you barely survive. and as you stumble toward the photo booth, still catching your breath, you stop dead in your tracks.

he kissed you. during the drop. right on the cheek. and he smirked while doing it.

“you kissed me in the photo?!”

bachira holds it up proudly like a masterpiece. “mhmm. now it’s my lockscreen.”

your face lights up in a full-blown blush. his grin? absolutely criminal.

“next ride,” he says with a cheeky wink, “i’m kissing your nose. maybe even your forehead. better be ready.”

you hide your face behind your hands, but your laughter gives you away.

“you’re such a menace.”

“yeah, but i’m your menace.”

HIII EVERYONE! this is me starting my drabble series q(≧▽≦q) to repent from my sins of traumatizing yall. anyways, feel free to share your ideas for next drabbles \^o^/

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[rainystarters]

💫 love is cosmic ! a collection of dialogue + action prompts inspired by red velvet's album cosmic. some prompts usfw. add +reversed for the muse receiving the meme to perform the action instead. adjust as necessary.

dialogue :

meeting you as the stars would have it.

i can't get you off my mind.

what did you do to my mind?

i want to know you.

how about you stay a little longer?

perhaps we're travelers searching for orphaned dreams.

come with me.

discover things no human eyes have seen.

i just can't say goodnight.

your love is cosmic.

you got me hypnotized.

i saw you hiding.

what are you? my god.

honey, i give you my all.

i'll find you in my dreams.

summer, autumn, winter, spring: the whole world is you.

my memories are floating away.

the beautiful times are leaving me, stealing you away.

this isn't the end ...remember.

i will gladly stay by your side.

it's you who kept me through the long nights.

no one knows where a fading star goes.

and i'll fly light-years to find you.

to you, my universe, the only reason i exist.

i'll always be here for you.

is it love?

i remember the first moment i saw you.

you feel the same way, right?

we can't play no game the right way.

it doesn't matter 'cause you're my prize.

i saw the same moon.

i want to dream every day.

i want to whisper in your ears the things i couldn't say.

we're not that young anymore.

i still remember the summer days when i first saw you.

believe in us more than anything.

i don't mind staying up all night, my love.

let's talk like we did when we were young.

i'm your friend. i'll be there.

take my hand and run.

sweet dreams, my love.

our story continues even in dreams.

when the moon shines bright, i'll tell you my story.

close your eyes and lean on me, my love.

oh, you've grown so quickly, kid.

we were always young and fearless.

we're together and we have the same dream.

actions :

crash-landing. sender chases a falling star but finds receiver where it fell.

stargaze. sender lies down next to receiver to stargaze.

daisy chain. sender weaves flowers into receiver's hair.

hypnotize. sender falls under receiver's spell, hypnotized.

zodiac. sender asks for receiver's sign.

bubble. sender blows/magically creates bubbles that surround receiver.

string. sender sees an invisible string of fate tying them to receiver.

chase. sender chases receiver through the woods.

arcade. sender loses a game to receiver while at a neon-illuminated arcade.

last drop. sender pours a drink into receiver's mouth.

hallucinate. sender finds receiver hallucinating and talking to inanimate objects.

memory. sender steps into one of receiver's memories.

sunburn. sender kisses receiver's skin and leaves behind a burn mark.

far-flung. sender wakes in another world to receiver staring down at them.

funny story. sender watches receiver trespass on a fairy ring and join the dance.

sunset. sender kisses receiver against the setting sun.

peek. sender doesn't notice receiver watching them dress through a hole.

honey. sender sends a bee to sting receiver.

stars align. sender fails to stop receiver from completing a ritual.

cosmos. sender and receiver feel each other's heart beat despite being apart.

night drive. sender and receiver drive through the night in a convertible.

butterfly. sender catches receiver transforming into [magical girl/werewolf/etc].

long-lost. sender reunites with receiver who has no memory of them.

sunflower. sender tucks a flower into receiver's lunch/purse/etc. to find later.

tarot. sender draws a card and waits for receiver to reveal its face.

flight. sender bridal carries receiver as they fly.

sweet dream. sender and receiver snuggle in bed below glow-in-the-dark stars.

may queen. sender crowns receiver queen of the spring festival.

turbulence. sender trips receiver, sending them falling.

carousel. sender grabs receiver's hand as they ride on a carousel.

moonlight. sender and receiver bathe naked in the moonlight.

astral. sender astral projects to receiver's location far away.

cat's cradle. sender performs a spell with receiver using cat's cradle.

night. sender and receiver walk through an illuminated night festival/market.

ride. sender sits on receiver's lap, straddling them.

see you. sender kisses receiver before they part forever/for a long time.

electric. sender teases receiver, brushing their lips across intimate skin.

cosmic love. sender and receiver break the bed during sex.

[boyfiechan]

How would it be to write Husband? Chan x Wife! Reader, both newlyweds, right after the wedding, with prompt no.10?????

pwetty pleaseeeeeeee??? 🥺🥺🥺

It's here<3 hope you like it!

(husband!Chan is a sensitive topic. It does thing to me, I swear.)

Click here to check out my prompt list.

Bang Chan x Reader “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more.” Content Warning: Explicit sexual content, AFAB reader, unprotected sex (implied) soft dominance, praise kink, body worship, emotional vulnerability, possessive undertones, creampie (implied). [1.1k words]

We did it, he whispered, his lips grazing your ear, the wedding celebration still buzzing faintly in the background. The way his words melted into your skin made you shiver, his breath warm against your neck as you stood in front of the mirror, hands working on taking off the excessive amount of pins holding your hair up. He stood just behind you, his chest against your back, button-up shirt and tie slightly loose around his neck.

It felt surreal. Every touch, every glance, every whispered word between you two held a new weight, a new meaning. It went way beyond just reciting vows in front of people—you belong to each other, now even more than you did before. His eyes caught yours in the mirror, a new sort of sentiment shining in them as his hands traced the curve of your waist. The fabric of your wedding dress suddenly felt too thick, too constricting between your bodies. You couldn't help but melt into him, hands reaching to tangle in his hair as he pressed small kisses along your shoulders, lips ghosting over your skin.

Aren't you tired? We had a long day, you whispered back. It was as if everything happening in this room were a sacred secret, a story told in a language that only you two could understand. You knew him too well, knew what he wanted, and you wanted it too, but you couldn't help but smile as he laughed against your skin.

Think I still have some energy, he murmured, his voice husky as you turned to face him. It was hard to ignore the feeling that made your legs weak as his eyes traveled down your body, taking in every inch of you. His hands never left you as he pulled you even closer, pressing his body firmly against yours, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. Each kiss sent electric pulses through you, making you acutely aware of every inch of contact between your bodies. Is it the wedding dress?, your voice trembled with a mixture of love and longing as your eyes traced his face, your fingers threading through his hair and capturing some of the stray strands that had escaped their proper place while he danced with your friends earlier.

It's you, he led you to the bedroom slowly, the soft glow of the candles casting flickering shadows on the walls and on your skin. Your heart raced as he carefully unzipped your dress, his fingers lingering against your bare skin so lovingly, so sweetly, as if his touch were reciting his vows all over again, the lack of words exposing far more than you ever thought possible. The dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in nothing but the delicate lace of your lingerie as Chan's eyes darkened with desire at the sight of you, his new wife, looking so vulnerable and beautiful before him. But maybe the dress did something to me too, I just know I’ve never wanted to fuck you more.

Do it, you said, even though it wasn't necessary, as he lowered you onto the bed. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, every rise, slowly removing the lace that barely covered anything at all, but he needed all of you, all of this. His touch was reverent, as if he were worshiping you, claiming you again, his fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. Your body arched into his, hands searching for more, your need for him growing with each passing second.

Time seemed to stand still as his lips found yours in a dance both tender and hungry, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperation that mirrored your own. You could feel the heat radiating off him, the entire room ablaze, his arousal pressing against your thigh in stark contrast to the cool air. Your hands fumbled with his tie, then his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours, to erase any barriers separating you from him.

You don't know how much time passed until he was as bare as you, his body warm and firm against yours as he settled between your legs. He took his time, he always did, lips trailing down your neck, across your chest, lingering on your breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking your delicate skin, drawing gasps and causing you to writhe beneath him. His name became a breathless chant on your lips, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on, asking for more, demanding to be taken by him.

You felt him entering you, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on yours, wanting to capture every expression of pleasure that crossed your face as your body clung to his, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing him closer. The rhythm of his hips was steady, building up the intensity with each thrust, his hands gripping your hips, anchoring you to him. Love you, he whispered against your lips, his voice raw with emotion and lust, the devotion in every movement, every touch overwhelming, the sheer depth of what you felt for him, the way he made you feel. Everything else faded away as your entire focus centered on him—the sensation of him inside you, filling you so good, his warmth enveloping your skin like a comforting embrace. The wetness of his lips against yours intensified the moment, heightening every sensation.

He laughed gently as you guided him to roll onto his back, chest rising and falling rapidly as you guided his cock inside of you again. You felt a wave of lust and desire as you leaned down to kiss his lips hungrily, your hands tracing the lines of his torso, his skin shivering under your touch. His fingers tangled in your hair as you moved together, your hands still resting on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath your fingertips. His gaze was locked onto yours, a mixture of desire and adoration as you rose your hips and then lowered yourself down, making him fill you deeply over and over.

The new angle sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, your breath catching in your throat as you found a rhythm that brought you both closer to the edge, his hands on your hips guiding and supporting you as you moved together, as he began to meet your hips halfway through. Every thrust was met with a gasp, a moan, a whispered plea for more. Cum for me, my love, he whispered once again, lips capturing yours in a hungry kiss.

Your climax washed over you like a powerful wave, walls tightening around him and pulling him with you. His warmth spread between your thighs as you collapsed onto him, catching your breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

Do I really get to do this forever now?

[bambisworlds]

bambi and her bodyguard

simon "ghost" riley is bambi's bodyguard, he worships the ground she walks on but fights his feelings for her. well, until he can't anymore (5,121 word count)

*bambi is my oc, click on my pinned 'about my blog' post to learn more about her :)

content warnings, mdni 18+

f!reader, bambi!oc, bodyguard!simon, unmasked!simon, gentledom!simon, innocent!reader, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader (but not a virgin), simon is down bad for reader, protective!simon, jealous!simon, oral (f. recieving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), use of "Daddy" (2 times), use of "good girl", lottts of praise, not really a warning but frequent consent checks (consent is sexy), frequent usage of pet names, let me know if i missed anything x

my masterlist

Simon never expected to like his charge for his latest bodyguard gig. The contract would only last for a year, and then he'd likely move on to whatever spoiled brat he was assigned to next. He retired from special forces 5 years ago. He thought he'd enjoy it, but as it turns out he hates to sit still. So, he started working as a bodyguard 2 years ago. He's had 8 jobs so far, most of them were short-term gigs. Bambi was his latest assignment.

Her name wasn't actually Bambi, but the nickname fitted her well. She looked as if she belonged in some flower field where the sunlight could shine on her, making her hair glow in golden hues. Bambi was gentle and skittish like a deer with big doe eyes. The object of innocence and sweetness. He wanted nothing more than to taste the sweetness of her lips and her cunt, but he couldn't go there. He wouldn't.

Bambi was the daughter of the CEO of a luxurious company. He was a billionaire, and like most wealthy and famous people he had people who hated him. Her father was receiving threats on both himself and more importantly, Bambi. His words to Simon in the consultation before he was hired were; "She's too good for this world, too innocent. These thugs would squash her like a bug."

Her father was right, Bambi was too good for this world. And he would do whatever it took to keep her from its harsh realities.

Simon stood outside of her bedroom, he could hear pop music faintly playing inside. Probably Ariana Grande or SZA, which Bambi had been educating Simon on against his will. Bambi had plans to go out with her best friend, Florence. She and Florence have been friends since middle school. They were an unlikely pair. Florence was outgoing, raunchy, and bold. Bambi was not. Bambi was shy, polite, and kind. Florence, like Simon, knew Bambi was precious, so she often used her boldness to defend Bambi, which Simon greatly appreciated.

Simon had been staring at the wall across from him in a haze as he listened to Bambi's faint, melodic humming from inside her bedroom. He was practically in a trance. But, he was snapped out of it as Florence came strutting down the hall.

"Hey big stuff," she greets Simon with a wink as she walks into Bambi's room without knocking.

"Florence," Simon greets flatly. As if there was some magnetic pull between him and Bambi, he turned so he could look into her room. Florence had left the door open after she entered. Simon leaned on the doorway as he watched Florence try to coax Bambi to do bolder eye makeup. Simon didn't think it was necessary. She looked angelic with her usual soft, pink eyeshadow and the delicate highlighter on her nose that gave her a natural but ethereal glow.

Simon barely registered Florence's outfit, his gaze was hyper-focused on the silk, pink dress Bambi was wearing. It had fine flower designs on it with a low cut, giving a glimpse of her cleavage. Simon gulped and forced himself to look away, pretending to seem intrigued by the collection of romance novels on her bookshelf.

"Si's coming with us," Bambi says, her sweet voice calling Simon's attention back to her like a siren call. He blamed the flip in his stomach on the shitty Chinese food he had for lunch, not her calling him 'Si'. She was supposed to refer to him as Ghost, but Simon wanted to hear his name on her lips, so he asked her to call him Simon two weeks into his job.

"You won't even know I'm there," Simon says, his tone dull, as she tried to prevent Florence's unavoidable bitching about him accompanying them to the blues bar they were going to.

"Yeah, right," Florence scoffs, turning towards Simon, "What are you? 6'4, 6'5? I'm sure I won't even notice your sasquatch ass behind Bambi the entire night," she says with a roll of her eyes.

"He's just doing his job, be nice," Bambi coaxes Florence with a gentle touch on her arm.

Simon watched transfixed as Bambi adjusted her hair in the mirror. It was neatly curled with a lovely, pink bow on the back of her head to keep her hair out of her stunning eyes. Bambi adjusted her dress and turned to Simon, "Are you ready?" she asked gently.

Simon cleared his throat, he barely listened to the words she said, he was too focused on her otherwordly-like appearance. "Yeah, I'm ready," he says gruffly.

"Good, let's go," Florence says and takes her hand, pulling her along with her as she exits Bambi's bedroom.

The whole drive to the blues bar was torture for Simon. He tried to stay focused on the road, but his eyes kept involuntarily drifting to the rearview mirror to get a glimpse of Bambi.

"I need to find you a man," Florence says to Bambi and Simon snaps out of his daze. His eyes fly to the rearview mirror again at almost inhuman speed. Florence was perceptive, or at least more perceptive than Bambi, so she had picked up on Simon's feelings for Bambi. And damn, did she love torturing him with it.

"I don't know, no guys seem to be the kind that I want," Bambi sighs, fidgeting with her purse, "I've tried dating apps, but they all just want hookups or they ghost you once things start to get serious. I want someone to understand me, to want to understand me."

I understand you. Simon wanted to say but bit his tongue.

"Maybe we'll find your Prince Charming tonight," Florence says to Bambi with a gentle smile, before turning to look at Simon in the rearview mirror with a mischievous smirk. Simon scoffs under his breath and focuses back on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

Simon was two seconds away from punching something, someone, in the face. He never had the desire to hit a woman before, but damn was he itching to as he watched Florence introduce Bambi to a group of frat guys. Simon was positioned at the opposite end of the bar so he wasn't breathing down their neck, but could still see them clearly.

Simon wasn't supposed to drink on the job, but he went against protocol and downed a shot of bourbon after one of the frat guys rested his hand on Bambi's lower back.

His grip tightens on the now empty glass as Bambi smiles at the guy shyly, her cheeks tinted pink. Simon was practically seething when Florence looked at him over her shoulder with a smirk, clearly enjoying his struggle. She wanted him to man up and tell Bambi how he feels and she was gonna make him, one way or another.

After another grueling half an hour of watching the string bean of a human flirt with Bambi, Simon stood, the bar stool scuffing from his abrupt movement. He practically stomped over to them, stopping when he was positioned behind Bambi. The frat guy slowly looked up at Simon, who stood nearly a foot taller than him, he could see the unease in his eyes. Simon reveled in it.

"Your dad wants you to go home, said he got a new threat in the mail," Simon says flatly, his eyes bearing into the man's face. Bambi flinched at the sound of his deep voice, unaware he had been behind her. Simon grabbed her wrist, but with a gentleness that contrasted his rough exterior, and started to lead Bambi out of the bar. Florence followed after them with a slight smile.

Simon led Bambi to the car, he offered her his hand as she got in and closed the door behind her before getting in the driver's seat.

“Thanks for the help,” Florence mumbles as she gets in the car as well without any special treatment from Simon.

“I’ll drop you off on the way,” Simon says flatly to Florence. His eyes were dark, situated on the road ahead of him as he spoke. Florence knew she had pissed him off tonight, and she couldn’t be happier about it, which Simon knew, pissing him off further.

Simon pulled in front of Florence’s apartment. Bambi bid her goodnight.

Florence stopped at the driver's side window, “You better not fuck this up.” She says to Simon, a quiet warning before she heads up to her apartment.

Her words rang in Simon’s ears the whole way home, he really didn’t want to fuck things up with Bambi. But he needed to taste her, to be surrounded and engulfed by her sweet, addictive, scent.

After pulling up to the Bambi's father's mansion, he killed the engine. His heart pounded in his chest at the knowledge that her father was away on business. He fell into the usual routine of helping her out of the car and walking her to the door with a protective hand on her lower back.

Simon held open the door for her, and once she entered he did as well, closing the door behind them and locking it. Simon stood, utterly motionless and silent, as she took off her Mary Jane shoes. When she straightened back up Simon spoke, "What do you want in a boyfriend? What traits, what behaviors?" Bambi turned to look at Simon, her delicate features furrowing slightly from the question. "I'll be any of it, anything you want," Simon says, hating the slight desperation in his tone.

Bambi's big eyes scanned over his face with a mix of confusion and understanding.

"What do you want?" Simon asks again.

"I want them to be like you," Bambi says softly.

Simon swallowed roughly, his hand twitching with the effort of keeping still. "Like me?" Simon asks, his tone flat.

"Not like you," she says, her voice soft and airy, "I want you."

Simon could hear his heart pounding in his ears as the entire world seemed to get smaller and smaller until only Bambi remained. Before he could think twice about it, he walked over to her in two long strides and captured her lips with his. The softness of her lips made his head spin. His large hands moved to span across her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"You want me?" Simon asks, his lips a breath away from hers, "You can have me." he says, his voice gruff. "Whenever you want. However you want."

Bambi let out a shaky breath and kissed him again, her soft hands moving up to rest on the back of his neck. Simon's legs nearly gave out from the eagerness of her kiss, but he forced himself to pull away again, "How do you want me baby?" Her eyes flicker between his, a silent storm behind her eyes as she tried to get the courage to say what she wanted, "It's okay, you can tell me. No need to be an embarrassed sweetheart." he says, his large hand lifting to rest on the side of her face. Bambi looked down at her legs briefly then back up at him. Simon smirked, "You want me down there?" his head nodding towards her thighs. Bambi nods timidly, nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously. "Good girl," Simon praises before leaning down again to kiss her.

His hands slip down to underneath her thighs, lifting her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. Simon managed to make his way up two flights of stairs and down a hallway without looking as he kissed Bambi like she was his only supply of oxygen.

He kicked open the door to her bedroom, then kicked it shut behind him before carrying her over to her plush bed. He laid her smaller form on the pink comforter. "Can I move these?" he asks gently, motioning to the four squishmallows propped up against her pillows. Bambi nods and Simon smiles slightly, moving them over to the bay window before returning over to her. He stands over her, his fingers softly tracing along her thighs that were on either side of his legs.

"Now, I need you to do something for me, okay sweetheart?" he asks and Bambi nods. "Whatever we end up doing, if you want me to stop, or it doesn't feel good, you gotta tell me. Sound good?" he asks and she nods again. "Good," he says softly and leans over her body, his hands braced on either side of her head as he kisses her once more. Simon moans against her lips and braces one arm beside her head, the other sliding down to rub her side soothingly. His hand progressively moves down to her thigh, bunching up her dress slightly. He slowly eases the skirt of her dress up higher until her panties nearly peek out from beneath it, "This okay angel?" he asks and Bambi nods, her hands resting on his broad shoulders.

Simon pushes up her dress to her belly button, exposing her cotton panties to his eager gaze, "Cute." he mutters with a small smile as he looks at her panties. Simon leans down to place a kiss on her covered mound before standing straight again. "Can I see these pretty tits too?" he asks, gripping the fabric of her dress again as he prepared to lift it up higher. Bambi nods, "I need words sweetheart." he says with a gentle smile.

"You can take it off," Bambi says, her voice breathy with a slight tremble.

Simon leans down and gives her a gentle kiss, "Good girl." he mumbles against her lips before straightening up to take off her dress completely, “I’m gonna treat you like a princess tonight, sweetheart.” Simon says huskily as he lifts the dress up over her head. Bambi lifts her arms to help him, then rests them at her sides once the dress is off. Simon lets out a shaky breath at the sight of the delicate, lace bra that hid her breasts from view. "Such a pretty little thing," he breathes as he leans back over her body to plant kisses over the swell of her breasts. Bambi shivered, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides. "Nervous baby?" Simon asks, lifting his head slightly from between her breasts to look up at her.

"A little," she says softly.

"Then let even the playing field a bit then," Simon smiles and pulls off his own shirt so perhaps she'd feel less exposed. "How's that?" Simon asks, tossing his shirt on the floor without a second glance.

Bambi gulps, her eyes flickering over his chiseled chest and abdomen, "Good." she says shakily. Simon chuckles in amusement.

"Now, we'll take this as far as you want, or do as little as you want, okay?" he asks and Bambi nods. "Can I take this off too?" Simon asks, his fingers ghosting over the straps of her bra. Bambi nods, "Use your words, baby." he reminds her gently.

"You can take it off," she says, arching off the bed slightly so he could unclasp her bra. Simon reaches behind her and unclasps her bra with practiced ease, sliding the straps down her arms until her breasts are exposed. He folds her bra and sets it on the floor with a carefulness he didn't express with his own clothing. As Simon looks back down at Bambi, her chest heaving from anticipation and nerves, he felt his cock twitch. This little creature had the most perfect tits he's ever seen.

"Damn, little one," Simon says with a dramatic exhale as he drinks in her exposed chest. "Is it okay if I taste 'em?" Simon asks.

"Yes," Bambi asks, remembering to answer verbally this time.

"Such a good girl," Simon praises as he leans down to take her left nipple between his lips. He moans in satisfaction, his right hand coming up to squeeze its twin. "How's that feel baby?" he mumbles against her breast.

"G-Good," she says, her hands gripping the comforter beneath her. Simon smirks against her breast, moving over to her right breast to give it the same attention. He suckles the bud gently before pulling back to admire her tits again. Simon moans at the sight, his hands cupping and squeezing the soft mounds.

"Perfect fuckin' tits," he mumbles under his breath. His distraction from her breasts breaks as he looks down at her panties. "How about these, baby? Can I take these off?" he asks, nodding down towards her panties.

"Yeah," she answers, her grip on the comforter relaxing as he lets go of her breasts. He slips his fingers beneath the delicate fabric, "Lift your hips for a second sweetheart," he says and Bambi complies. He slides them down her thighs until they dangle from her ankles. Simon leans down to place a gentle kiss on her right ankle as he removes her panties, setting them on the floor with equal care he did with her bra.

Simon's focus returns to Bambi momentarily and his head falls back with a dramatic groan at the sight of her bare mound. He lifts his head again, sighing heavily as he rests his hands on her thighs. "Remind me what I want you to do angel," Simon says, looking back up at her face.

"Ask you to stop if I don't like something," she says softly.

"That's right, good girl," he says as he slowly pries her thighs open. Simon's mouth waters as he spreads her thighs, his eyes drinking in the sight of her pink, glistening folds. "Fuck," he whispers to himself, taking a moment to admire her bare sex. Bambi's cheeks turn pink and she looks away, growing flustered by his heated gaze. Simon smirks, "Don't get all shy now baby, you've got a pretty little pussy, might as well show it off." Simon leans forward, kneeling between her thighs and he plants a gentle kiss on her clit and Bambi jerks slightly.

"Have you ever had sex baby girl?" Simon asks Bambi. He knew she had a boyfriend before he was hired as her bodyguard, but he wasn't sure if they went all the way or not.

"Yeah, a few times," she says shakily. Simon nods in acknowledgment and kisses her clit again. He places a kitten lick on her clit before sucking it between his lips. He lets out a low moan at her taste, gently sucking on the sensitive bud. Bambi exhales shakily, her thighs twitching slightly. Simon keeps a gentle hold on her thighs to keep her spread open for him as he ravishes her pussy. Simon's technique was slow and unhurried, wanting to drag this out for not only her but for himself. He wanted to savor her taste and the sounds she made.

Simon's eyes flickered up to her face as he slid his tongue inside her. She gasped and her back arched slightly, a good sign. He began to pump his tongue in and out, lifting one of her thighs onto his shoulder so he could move his tongue deeper. Bambi let out a sweet moan, her face scrunching up slightly as his tongue slid deeper inside her. Her delicate hands gripped the pink comforter beneath her as Simon continued his ministrations. He watched her reactions closely, trying to see what she liked best. When she made a particularly appetizing noise, he repeated the action until her thighs trembled. He cycled through the favored motions, wanting to make sure she enjoyed every second.

Bambi panted softly, gripping the comforter tightly, her body growing tense as the familiar signs of an orgasm built within her. "Cum whenever you're ready, baby. There's no rush." Simon mumbles against her pussy, alternating between lavishing attention on her clit and fucking his tongue into her. Bambi gasps sharply and keens as she reaches her peak, her body trembling and spasming. She tilts her head to the side, trying to muffle her cries of ecstasy with the comforter. Simon smirked against her sex at her attempt to stay quiet.

He continued to lap at her clit until she jerked with each stroke of his tongue on her overly sensitive bud. Once satisfied that she was spent, he pulled away and licked his lips clean. "Good girl," Simon praises as his eyes drift over her limp form appreciatively. "Still not quite ready for me, though." he smiles and stands up to sit on the edge of the bed beside where Bambi's legs dangled off the edge.

"You're gonna do more?" Bambi asks, still slightly breathless.

"Baby, we can keep the foreplay going all night long if you want, I don't mind." he smiles, his fingers tracing over her mound. "I wanna make sure you're ready for me. But, if you don't want to have sex tonight we can just stick to this stuff." Simon says and Bambi shakes her head quickly.

"No, I want to," she says eagerly and Simon chuckles from her eagerness.

"Don't worry baby, we will if you want to." he smiles as he slides his fingers down to slip one of his thick fingers inside her, "Gotta get this pretty pussy nice and prepped first," he says with a breathy moan as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out. Bambi lets out a slight moan, her thighs beginning to fidget, but Simon's free hand holds one open for his ministrations. "So fucking tight," he grits out as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of her sopping cunt. He relished the wet squelch from his finger moving inside her.

Bambi's eyes flutter shut as she moans sweetly, clearly enjoying herself. Seeing that she's relaxed, Simon adds a second finger. Bambi gasps and her back arches momentarily before she melts back against the bed. "Good girl, just relax and enjoy it," Simon encourages, picking up the speed of his fingers slightly. Bambi's lips part with a shaky moan as he picks up the pace. Simon smirks and crooks his fingers to find her sweet spot, he knows he found it when she arches off the bed and a high-pitched moan slips past her plump lips. Simon focuses on hitting that spot with each thrust of his fingers.

Bambi begins to squirm on the bed, her hips involuntarily rocking against his hand. "That's it, take what you need," Simon practically moans as she rolls her hips to meet his movements. He clenched his jaw, trying to stifle his own desire as he focused on making Bambi cum. But, there was a visible patch of precum on the crotch of his pants. He ignored it, focusing on the little angel he was pleasuring.

Simon smiles to himself triumphantly as her pussy begins to squeeze around his fingers and she white knuckles the comforter. Simon adjusts his hand so he could circle her clit without pausing his ministrations. Bambi gasps, her face scrunching up in pleasure. She tilts her head again, trying to hide her moans with the comforter. Simon's free hand moves to tilt her head straight again, "None of that little one, let me hear you." he says gently but firmly, and she complies.

Simon watches her face intently, drinking in every micro-expression as she cums. She lets out a desperate wail, her body convulsing and thighs squeezing around his hand as she cums. Simon's free hand quickly moves to grip one of her thighs, forcing her legs apart again. He slows the pace of his fingers, prolonging her orgasm. Once her inner muscles begin to relax and her breathing slows he withdraws his fingers, bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean.

"How are you feeling baby? Still good?" he asks and Bambi nods mindlessly, her eyes shut in bliss. Simon chuckles, amused by her blissed-out expression. He rubs her thighs soothingly as she comes back to herself. When she finally opens her eyes again Simon smiles down at her, "Do you want more? Or was that enough for tonight?"

"I want more," Bambi says quickly and Simon laughs at her speedy response.

"Okay, sweetheart," he chuckles and reaches down to work on his belt buckle. He pulls off his belt, tossing it on the floor before moving to unbutton his pants. Bambi watches his every movement, her body buzzing in anticipation. She had been dying to see what he was hiding beneath those cargo pants.

Simon unzips his pants and pulls them down, then his briefs. Bambi's eyes widen slightly as his large cock springs free and bobs against his stomach. The tip was red and angry, dripping precum. After Simon tosses his pants on his forming pile of clothing he looks over at Bambi, he chuckles at the look on her face. "Feeling a bit giddy are we?" Bambi's eyes flicker up to his face and she looks away shyly, feeling caught. "Don't be shy baby," he smiles gently, grasping her chin to turn her face back to his, "You can look at it as much as you want. It's all yours for the night, and as many nights as you want after."

Bambi timidly peeks down again before looking back up at Simon. Simon smiles to himself but doesn't comment on her quick glance as he moves to stand between her spread legs. He grabs her thighs in his large hands, guiding them to wrap around his torso as he stands before her. Bambi complies, locking her ankles together behind his back. Simon gives his cock a few slow strokes, spreading the precum over his shaft.

"Still want to do this baby?" Simon checks and Bambi nods, "What did I say?" Simon asks, his voice growing firm.

"To use my words," she says timidly. Simon raises an eyebrow, "I still want to." she says and he nods in approval.

"Good girl," he says and drags the head of his cock through her slick folds, coating himself in her juices. Bambi shivers each time his cock slides over her clit. His free hand rests on her belly as he positions himself at her entrance. He inches the head of his cock in first and Bambi tenses, panting softly. Simon moans lowly from the tightness of her pussy. He starts with shallow thrusts, stretching her open. Bambi responds eagerly to his movements, her eyes fluttering shut and lips parting. Taking it as a good sign, Simon pushes deeper until half of his cock is inside her, repeating the slow thrusts to ease her open for him.

Bambi's hands grip the comforter for the nth time tonight. She bites her bottom lip, stifling her moans.

"What did I say, baby?" Simon asks, halting his movements. Bambi's eyes fly open, "Don't be quiet, I want to hear you." he says firmly and she nods in response. Seemingly satisfied with her response, Simon resumes the slow roll of his hips until he bottoms out inside her. He groans in satisfaction as his balls press against her ass, "Fucking hell," he moans, remaining still for a moment to savor the sensation of her warm walls gripping him. Lost in his own euphoria, Simon snaps out of his cloudy haze as Bambi begins to squirm. "S'okay baby, I'll give you what you need," he says as he begins to thrust slow and deep, pulling out until only the tip remains before pushing back in.

Simon's eyes roll into his head as he begins to thrust again, letting out a gravelly moan. "Such a perfect little cunt," he breathes, "Gonna get addicted to you sweetheart," he pants as he picks up speed slightly. Bambi responds beautifully, her mouth dropping open as she lets out sounds of delight with each snap of his hips, "That's it, make all the noise you want," Simon encourages breathlessly, his hips smacking against the underside of her thighs with each thrust.

Bambi’s tits jiggled enticingly with each thrust, only adding to Simon's arousal. Simon lays over her, his arms braced on either side of his head as he ruts into her. Simon let out a shaky moan, tucking his face into the crook of her neck. She lifted her hands to rest them on the back of his neck, spreading her thighs wider to give him easier access.

“Good girl,” he grunts out as she spreads her legs wider. He leans back again slightly to get better momentum as he fucks her. Bambi’s eyes drank in the sight of him. His mouth was dropped open, his forehead beaded with sweat as he grunted and moaned with each movement he made. She couldn’t tell who was enjoying this more, him or her. His abs rippled with each snap of his hips, and Bambi couldn’t resist the urge to trace her fingers over the muscles.

Simon let out a low loan as her fingers danced over his hard abdomen and he increased his pace, fucking her with renewed vigor. “That’s it, touch Daddy wherever you want.” He grunts out. Bambi whimpers from the dominant title, surprised by how much she enjoyed it. Simon smirked, “Yeah? You like that?” He asks and she nods mindlessly. Simon chuckled and smacks her hip lightly, “Be a good girl and cum for Daddy. Make me proud.” Simon lets out something that resembles a whimper as Bambi’s pussy began to tighten around him. “Fuck,” he gasps, “Sweetheart, you gotta cum now before I blow my load inside you.” He warns, a slight tremble in his voice.

As if on cue, Bambi’s cunt clamps around his cock and she convulses wildly on the bed. “Oh shit,” Simon moans, his eyes rolling back at her already tight cunt becoming impossibly tighter, “T-That’s it, good girl,” he praises, his voice trembling as he fucks her through her orgasm. Bambi mewled and whined, her hands clawing at his arms as she rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through her. “Oh, fuck,” Simon gasps, “Gonna cum,” he pants, quickly pulling out of her messy cunt and stroking his cock rapidly. He lets out a low groan as he cums, thick ropes of his seed coating her stomach. Simon shudders and moans, bracing himself on one arm as he falls forward so he doesn't collapse on her as he rides out his high.

Simon pants, letting go of his cock as his orgasm subsides, “Holy fucking shit sweetheart,” he says, his chest heaving. Simon sighs shakily and tilts his head down to give Bambi a slow, almost thankful kiss, “That was damn good.” he sighs contently. “How about you? You still feelin’ good?” he asks breathily.

Bambi nods, “Yeah, really good.” she says, equally winded.

Simon gives Bambi another lingering kiss, “Let's get you cleaned up sweet girl.”

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[starryeyedwolves]

Her Name is Cleo

Sirius Black had a love.

A great, undying, unwavering love.

Well—two, technically.

One was Remus, his boyfriend of nearly a year, who kissed him like he mattered and made fun of him like he didn’t. The other was Cleo his motorbike.

She was sleek, fast, and—according to Sirius—the most stunning creature in existence.

Unfortunately, he also spoke about her like a man in the throes of passionate romance.

Which led to… problems.

"I think I’m in love," Sirius declared one evening, sighing dramatically as he sprawled across the common room sofa. His head lolled back over the armrest, black hair spilling like ink.

Remus, sitting beside him, didn’t even look up from his book. "You’re already in love. With me."

Sirius grinned, rolling over so he could rest his cheek against Remus’ thigh. "Obviously. But Cleo is a very specific kind of love."

Across the room, James looked up from a game of Exploding Snap. “Hang on. Who’s Cleo?”

Peter blinked. “You’re not cheating on Remus, are you?”

Remus didn’t even blink. “No. He’s not cheating. Unfortunately.”

Sirius sat up, eyes gleaming. “I would never. But Cleo—oh, Cleo is—she’s something else.”

James frowned. “You… met someone?”

"Met her last week," Sirius said, practically glowing. "The moment I laid eyes on her, I just knew."

Peter looked scandalized. "And Remus is just okay with this?"

Remus shut his book with a sigh. “She’s not a person. She’s a motorbike.”

A beat of silence.

James blinked. “Wait—seriously?”

Sirius looked personally offended. “She is not just a motorbike, Prongs.”

Remus rubbed his temples. “Here we go.”

“She purrs when I touch her, Moony,” Sirius said, eyes shining. “Like, a real deep, satisfied purr. It’s beautiful.”

Peter choked on his pumpkin juice. James groaned.

Remus muttered, “This is my life now.”

The problem only got worse.

Sirius brought Cleo up constantly, and Remus found himself in the unfortunate position of acting as the Official Clarifier of the Fact That Cleo Was a Bike.

It wasn’t always easy.

Take, for example, when Sirius burst into the Three Broomsticks exclaiming, "Merlin, Cleo gave me the best ride of my life!"

Remus, mid-sip of his butterbeer, nearly choked. Across the pub, a group of Gryffindor girls giggled. Someone wolf-whistled.

Sirius, oblivious, went on. "I swear, she only gets smoother the more I handle her—"

"He’s talking about his bike!" Remus interjected, louder than necessary.

Peter looked vaguely horrified. James had his face in his hands.

A Hufflepuff boy nearby turned to Remus and asked, “Wait—aren’t you two dating?”

Remus nodded tightly. “Yes. Which is why I feel the need to clarify loudly and frequently that Cleo is not a person.”

Sirius just grinned. “What? It’s true.”

Remus groaned.

Then there was the time McGonagall overheard.

"I’m skipping Hogsmeade this weekend," Sirius had said one morning in the common room. "Spending time with Cleo instead."

"That’s sweet," Lily said with a teasing grin. "How long have you two been together, again?"

"Few months now," Sirius said. "But I knew from the moment I got her that she was the one. She’s wild, but I like that. Bit of a handful, though—"

McGonagall, who had been passing by, froze. "Mr. Black."

Sirius turned. "Yes, Professor?"

She looked him up and down. Then, slowly, she said, "I trust… you are speaking about an object?"

Remus, seated nearby, buried his face in his hands. "His motorbike, Professor," he supplied, voice muffled.

McGonagall stared at Sirius for a long moment before shaking her head and muttering something about entirely too much drama for a Tuesday.

The worst, though, was when Mrs. Potter got involved.

"Sirius, dear," Euphemia said one afternoon, fixing him with a kind but firm look. "James tells me you’ve been quite… infatuated lately."

Sirius, busy polishing Cleo’s handlebars in the Potters garden, grinned. "Yeah. She’s brilliant."

"Mm." Mrs. Potter sipped her tea. "I’d love to meet her."

"You’re looking at her!" Sirius patted Cleo proudly.

There was a beat of silence.

"Ah," Mrs. Potter said at last.

From the doorway, James groaned, "Mum, I told you."

Euphemia turned to Remus with a mother’s concern. "You’re sure he’s not… seeing someone else?"

Remus didn’t even blink. "If he were, he’d be less dramatic about it. No, Mrs. Potter. Cleo’s the motorbike. I’m still the boyfriend. Unfortunately."

"Oi!" Sirius called. "You say 'unfortunately,' but you love it."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Sure, love. Whatever you say."

The thing was—Remus did love it. Love him.

Even if he had to share Sirius’ affection with an inanimate object.

He watched Sirius sometimes—when he thought no one was looking. Watched the way his hands ran lovingly over Cleo’s curves, how he whispered to her like she might whisper back. How he said, “You’re perfect, love,” in the same voice he used when they were tangled together in bed.

It was ridiculous. And sort of sweet. And absolutely Sirius.

“You’re jealous,” Sirius said once, teasing.

Remus snorted. “Of Cleo? Please.”

Sirius leaned in close. “It’s okay if you are. She is very shiny.”

Remus gave him a flat look, which Sirius kissed off his lips before laughing into the space between them.

Remus wasn’t jealous, not really.

Because every time Sirius climbed off that bike, helmet in hand, hair wild and cheeks flushed from the wind, he came back to Remus.

Every time, he’d find him in a crowd, pull him close, kiss him like the world had stopped spinning.

“Missed you,” he’d whisper, soft and sincere.

And Remus would melt. Every time.

So no—he wasn’t actually jealous of Cleo.

But he was definitely going to hex her horn the next time Sirius called her his soulmate in public.

Some things just weren’t worth the headache.