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[navybrat817]

Cordially Invited: Part 2

Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader AU Summary: You're a princess in love with your knight. Will the two of you get your happily ever after? Chapter Summary: You tell your parents that you plan to bring your knight as your plus one to Natasha's wedding. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), idiots in love, protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Bucky's POV after Part 1! Excited to share more of this world. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky knew from a young age that he wanted to be a knight. It wasn’t just a position of bravery, but one of honor. His father reminded him of that many times throughout his life. Fighting alongside his friends, he served and protected the kingdom with everything he had. Even at the cost of losing his left arm.

It was his resilience that caught the King's attention.

"Will you serve and protect her Royal Highness of Brooklyn?"

"With my life, your majesty."

Everyone knew of the princess of Brooklyn. Beyond your beauty, you exude warmth and generosity to the masses. You preferred working with the people and charities over going to galas. Your charm and wit won everyone over.

Especially him.

He half expected you to throw a fit when your father assigned him to be your bodyguard. Not because you were spoiled, but because you didn't get to choose him yourself. Instead, you welcomed him with kindness.

And he quickly fell in love.

“Am I decent?” you asked once you came out of the bathroom, smiling over at where he stood in the corner.

Free of your robe, you wore a knee-length navy blue dress with a pair of heels to match. While you likely chose the outfit for modesty, it hugged the curves of your body and he longed to remove it so he could see the hidden treasure underneath. He had to clear his throat as his stare lingered a second too long.

The way it always did.

While knights today didn’t have to swear to chastity or celibacy, he wasn’t meant to lust after the one person he was sworn to protect.

I'm not meant to love you either, but how can I not?

"You look beautiful," he said truthfully. "You always do."

You looked down as you smoothed out the fabric with both hands. "You're just being nice," you teased.

"No, princess," he said, straightening up as he walked over to you in a few strides. He placed a finger under your chin when you didn't lift your head, making you look at him. "When I say you look beautiful, I mean it."

"Thank you, Bucky," you whispered.

The people of Brooklyn looked at you with adoration, but you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky for you. Your smile was like giving him the sun. He wondered if you realized how many different smiles you wore for your family, friends, other royal members, and the public.

And the one you wore just for him.

But it doesn't mean you love me, does it? You simply trust me because I'm your knight and confidant.

"And you do not lower your eyes to anyone," he added before he could dwell on his thoughts, dropping his hand to his side.

"I thought that's what good girls did," you grinned as you spun away from him and glanced over your shoulder. "Or am I only supposed to be good for you?"

If I had my way, I'd show you just how good you can be for me.

"If I didn't know any better, princess," he said, moving in front of you before you could grab the door handle to open it. "I'd say you were teasing me."

"Maybe I am," your grin widened as you brushed your fingertips along his arm. The light touch had his blood rushing faster in his veins and he fought to keep from shoving you against the door and claiming you as his. "Maybe I'm preparing you for the wedding reception."

"You think I won't put you over my knee if you tease me?" he threatened, his darkened gaze dropping fast enough to see your chest rise when you inhaled. He was certain if he put his hand on your chest, he'd feel your heart race faster.

"You wouldn't, good sir," you said, lifting your head defiantly.

Fuck, how am I supposed to get through this when all I want to do is ruin and cherish you?

"Try me, princess," he whispered as he took one step closer.

He did his best not to stare too deeply into your eyes. It was bad enough how gone he was for you. He also didn't know if the glances, the teasing, any of it was because you cared about him or if you were merely comfortable with him. If you had any idea how he felt, you wouldn't toy with his feelings.

You weren't cruel.

"If you ever put me over your knee, it will only be done with my permission," you said after a moment, rushing out the door with a giggle as he went after you.

"It isn't proper for a princess to run," he called after you as you skidded to a stop along the marble floor and fixed your posture.

"And who's to say what's proper?" you asked as you began to gracefully walk. "Don't think I won't put a codfish on your head."

He hid his smile as he caught up in a few strides, taking his place beside you.

I wish I could take your hand in mine.

There were many who didn’t understand why Bucky would risk his life for someone else simply because of their bloodline or the name tied to them. If any of those people truly knew you, they’d beg to be where he stood. He almost suggested once that Steve should be your personal guard instead when he realized how deeply he cared for you, but he couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking his place. Any knight would watch over you, of course, but would they show you the same care that he did?

Would you trust them the way you trust him?

You stopped outside of your father's study and straightened your dress and exhaled slowly. He understood your nerves. When you had your heart set on something, you wanted it. He prayed they accepted that you wanted him to be your date.

The guard at the door opened it once you nodded. This was one room your parents didn't permit many to enter, outside of family, guards, and anyone cleaning. Your mother sat on one of the ornate sofas, finishing a cup of tea, while your father sat at his desk and looked over his paper. Like when they sat on their thrones, they displayed power and pride.

The only other person in the room was Erma, an older palace worker who had been there long before you were born. She loved you like a granddaughter. Bucky respected her for that and more.

"There you are. We were beginning to wonder if you snuck out for the day," your mother said as she set her cup down and stood to embrace you, giving Bucky a chance to take his place in front of the bookshelf after he bowed. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you," you said, smiling over at Erma as she came over to clear the tea. "Good morning. How are you?"

"Very well, your highness. Sir James," Erma curtsied, even after you told her many times she didn't have to greet you so formally.

"My dear, would you stop looking at that and greet your daughter?" your mom asked.

"I'm seconds away from tearing this to shreds," your dad grumbled as he shoved the paper away. His eyes warmed as he glanced up to look at you. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to disturb you," you said as your mother sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same. "I just wanted to finally tell you who I'm bringing as my plus one to the upcoming wedding. I think I kept you waiting long enough."

Bucky noticed that Erma slowed her cleaning, delaying it so she could listen. She kept the palace tidy and her team in line, but he knew she also observed her surroundings. He didn't fault her for that.

"That isn't a disturbance at all," your father smiled. "Who have you chosen?"

"Sir James," you smiled back.

No one said a word at your declaration. Erma carefully set the teapot on the tray and bowed her head. Your mom didn't look in Bucky's direction, but focused instead on your father.

"Dad? Did you hear me?" you asked.

The king's smile didn't disappear quickly. It faded slowly as he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Bucky. He looked back at the man, not defiantly, but with confidence. The knight wasn't easy to intimidate, far from it, and he was larger than your father. But up against the will of a man with a precious daughter? Would he lose?

Worth losing my other arm if I have to fight.

"You're bringing your knight?" your dad asked, his voice calm as he looked at you. "Explain, please."

"What's there to explain?" you asked, keeping your hands folded on your lap. "My knight is best suited to escort me, especially since he'll be in close proximity to keep an eye on me."

Your mother nodded slowly. "That's true."

"And there's nothing that says I have to bring a prince," you continued. "I asked Sir James and he said 'yes'."

"Did he?" The king swung his gaze back to Bucky.

"He did, your majesty," he answered, even though he didn't direct the question at him.

"To be honest," your father began, sitting back in his chair as he considered his next words. "I thought you might accept the offer from Prince Nicholas. At least, I hoped you would."

Bucky clenched his teeth when your shoulders sagged, but stayed silent. If your dad wanted you to go with Nick, it meant that he wanted something from him. You were a princess, not a pawn.

Or maybe he thinks I'm not good enough to be on your arm.

"I don't want to go with Prince Nicholas," you told your parents, giving each of them a pleading look. "I'm choosing to bring Sir James. This is my choice. I don't need your permission."

Bucky almost went to your side when he caught the wobble in your voice. He wasn't worth getting upset over. He was proud, however, that you stood by your conviction.

And stood by him.

"It is her choice. We discussed that, my dear. You need to respect her decision," the queen said, holding up her hand before her husband could argue. If anyone knew how to put the king in his place, it was her. "I think Sir James is a fine choice. We'll arrange for our tailor to have a suit made."

You lit up like you were going to shout with joy before you cleared your throat and nodded. "Thank you, mom."

"Of course," she said, shifting so she could face Bucky. "You will keep her safe."

If it was possible, her gaze was more intimidating than the King's glare.

"My duty is to serve and protect the princess and you have my word that I will do so, your majesty."

He dared to look away from the queen and saw you smile at him.

I would do anything for you, my princess.

Bucky caught Erma slyly smiling as she excused herself from the room. Though she likely never heard him voice his feelings about you, as he was careful to only tell Steve in secret, she saw how he looked at you. She saw through him.

She also hadn't spoken to your parents about her suspicions, which meant she approved.

"Very good," the queen said, waving a hand toward the door. "Go. You have a busy day ahead of you."

You went to each of your parents and kissed their cheeks, quietly thanking them again. Your relief made Bucky relax. You may not need their permission to take him, but you didn't want to disappoint them.

"Sir James?" your dad spoke before either of you could exit the room. "Please know I meant no offense by my reaction. You're a good man and I know you'll take care of my daughter."

"Thank you, your majesty," Bucky said, bowing before you slipped your arm through his to pull him away.

Your dad might consider him a good man, but the look on his face said this discussion was far from over.

That went well, didn't it? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[slickfordain]

Your work is awesome!!

I'll read everything else rq, but first-

Hello, how was your day? How are you feeling?

If it's okay, may I share a bit of my game and ask how will characters react on it?

So uhh

I always say out loud how adorable Nahida is and how she is my "adopted child"

Also during the archon quest I was litteraly chanting "someone help, love and protect her please"

Also when I didn't get Nahida on her banner, I was like "Sages, if it was You, I'm about to destroy you"

I also always greet my team and say "bye" if I'm leaving.

I switch to every character and tell them it. Even how THEY did while I was gone

Maybe I'm going insane Idk?

If you don't want to do it, it's okay!^^

Bye-bye! And again- your work(s) are awesome! Gotta read some more

I may sound insane but I as well say “Hello / hi” to Genshin characters one time because I wanted them to feel welcomed??? I’m kind of new to this shit so I stole my friend’s phone to say hi to them 💀💀 this is such a cute request overall, Nahida is such a baby 💔💔

Also I’m doing just well hon, thank you for asking me. <3 I hope you’re feeling well yourself.

Teyvat is protective of their creator no matter what gender they’re specified with;; however, it seems that you favor Nahida more than others— Most likely as if you made her to actually be your related child. Nahida was hesitant and shy at first, but over the time when she thought about it, she couldn’t help but feel so free and blessed with such a humble God mother/father figure like you.

You’re protective, even if it’s the traveller and Paimon… You still warned them to make sure that Nahida stays secured and safe. Everyone in different nations although takes this request far too seriously- that at this point, Nahida feels rather isolated. Though she knew you never meant any harm, how could she ever assume you would? She’s a wise sweet little girl, humble as you even, she honestly could see the connection of being your child. Literally.

But, that of course makes other children jealous… NPC children would most likely have different voice lines when it comes to Nahida too— which is basically in Sumeru city, and, I guess the Archons has to be checked 24/7 all of the sudden? Confused as you are, you weren’t displeased with it, you felt… Happy actually. Happy that people are acknowledging Nahida. (Although they’re fighting over who gets to be Nahida’s other parent)

Alhaitham especially would have some rooms prepared for Nahida, like, y’know, if she’s tired in a middle of nowhere— there’ll always be a house nearby her area, her spot. The followers of you would be cooking food nonstop for the little child, hoping that she’s willing to test their taste. After all, only she knows what you love in a guy/girl ~!

Oh oh, and since you did say you want someone to also protect Nahida during a quest— Nahida will be bawling her eyes out and ugly cry. (Pretty cry actually) People will be freaking out of why the fuck is shE EVEN CRYING— The NPCs will all baby her and, treasure hoarders? They won’t even get the chance to lay a finger on her because of the Archons killing them off. (Not like you know 😻)

Nahida would be an absolute troll however. Yes, she is sweet and always devoted to drop the entire lore to help people out— (For example she dropped the entire shit lore to Aether / Lumine) But she is heavily LOYAL to her mother/father figure.

Imagine Dottore especially trying to talk it out with her since they did sort of have a conversation beforehand. So he thought it’s only fair he becomes her dad, by marrying you right? HAHAHA, wrong. Nahida is truly worried and overprotective of you, despite being just a kid version of her Archon self. She will lie, telling things to the Fatui doctor what you did not like.

And this has gone on for so long, it’s absolutely hilarious. Especially for Sumeru as they see this as an attempt to bring their divine being closer to them.

But the thing is, you’re not that expressive— you’re just existing and trying to live on while babying Nahida who just sobs into your affection. Girlie never got so much, so it was truly a blessing to have herself in your care.

And talking about Sages, just imagine Enjou overall having troubles with trying to get to you. All because of Sages 💀 look, if mans wanna get your forgiveness, better as well protect Nahida from the half monster hybrid looking ass hot man. Enjou is in so much misery… (Cue CPR)

Also, can we just appreciate how caring you are? No, it’s not only for Nahida you’re just caring for— it’s not even the reason she’s so loyal to you. (Well, it is but still) The true reason is, is because you keep saying “Hello” and “Bye” to them everyday, no matter how tiring it might get.

I think Diluc would especially love this since uhm, well, his dad ain’t here y’know y’know. (Or any traumatized character really)

…

Imagine Archon Timmie flying up to the heavens above just to replace Nahida and be your son— (Archon Timmie /srs) But then fails because Nahida is too logical and wise that his brain couldn’t take it anymore either.

Okay I’m stopping there 💀💀💀

Also have a sneak peak of my fanfic because I know some people will assume I’m not working on it 💔

It looks shitty but whatever

[vivalabunbun]

History Might Have Forgotten

Summary: A new storyteller appears at Alhaitham’s favorite cafe, and you seem to like to pick his brain about reading between the lines.

Word count: 4.2k (The longest one I’ve ever written)

Tags: gn reader x alhaitham, sfw, slow burn, lore heavy (kinda), spoilers for archon quest, just alhaitham being difficult to get along with as usual. Kaveh just here for moral support. I did use in-game dialogue from their post on the cafe message board. Written before 3.4, so some things might be inaccurate later on.

Authors Note: Sorry if the fairytales are kinda wack, I tried to make my own. Also, I looked at a bunch of lore about sumeru and the scarlet king and goddess of flowers and just decided to run with it. Def not pure canon, but I hope you still enjoy!

“There once was a time when the lord of flowers had accompanied the lord of the forest into the depths of the irminsul, curious about the root of all knowledge in Teyvat. Its bright white branches stretched seemingly endlessly, throughout the realm. She was unprepared for the dull reality of waiting for her friend to finish her sacred tasks of looking after the irminsul. 

Looking around at the knowledge that flowed like a gentle sinkhole towards the tree of the world, whose white branches reflected off the calm pool, the lord of flowers felt the itch to get up and perform a dance. 

Perhaps dancing shall make the time pass by faster, and with that thought, the goddess of flowers closed her eyes letting the beat of imaginary music flow through her divine body. 

Each elegant step, each precise glide of her hands, each graceful twirl faithfully followed by the reflection in the pool of knowledge. Her dance so captivating that the lord of the forest could not help but stop and admire her friend’s dance, as an avatar of the irminsul, she could feel that the sacred tree was also pleased with this performance. 

As the lord of flowers knelt one knee to the ground in a bow, signifying the end of the show…

There was the echo of a drop hitting the waters still surface, followed by a violent rush of water as the surface tension broke, then stillness once more.

A Jinn came into existence. Its birth was witnessed by the lord of the forest and the lord of flowers whom the Jinn mirrored in beauty. 

‘It appears irminsul loved your performance so much, it wanted to create an avatar from your reflection.’ The forest lord interpreted the message from the world tree. 

‘A gift of the highest honor.’ The goddess of flowers spoke, gently caressing the locks which framed the Jinn’s gaze that looked not into her eyes, but into the depths of her heart.” 

‘What a ridiculous tall tale’, the scribe thought as he took a sip of coffee. 

Teal eyes peering over his cup, in place of where Maddah, the caffeine-addicted man, usually was, stood a fresh face. He remembers Kaveh rambling about how Maddah’s material had become so stale, the owners at Puspa Cafe had invited a wandering storyteller. 

Instead of the exaggerated legends of great battles, lost treasure, and towering monsters told by the jittery man. These stories were different, it was as if the storyteller was painting a scenery into the minds of the listener, slowly immersing them into a mental play. However, as a man of reason, Alhaitham found it hard to ignore the glaring inaccuracies in the stories. 

In the largest expanse of ancient text and scripts of kingdoms gone, there was no mention of such a Jinn. As he thought about the sources of this tale, calm applause rippled through the homely corner of the cafe. 

You had finished telling your tales for the day, a serene smile thanking your listeners as you headed towards the acting manager. A bit eager to collect your payment in the form of a warm meal and a few mora. It had only been a week since the manager approached your street performance near the Grand Bazaar, seemly desperate to invite you to perform at Puspa Cafe. 

Who were you to pass up such a cushy opportunity? A hot meal and a steady stream of mora were more than you could ever ask for. You brought forth your best stories, where one story ended, the next began. However, you would always stop after introducing the next story, ensuring that the anticipation drew your listeners back like bees to a sweet flower. 

Upon your way to settle down at a table to await your meal, the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe was shattered by two bickering voices.

“And that is exactly why I've always despised materialists like you. Art is a precious fruit of leisure. You can't compare it to production and exploitation for commercial purposes!” A blond man exclaimed.

“Leisurely people are like people walking on a spherical ground, they don't exist. Why don't you use your brain and think for a moment? Can the production of anything exist without commercial exchange?” Was the rebuttal from an ashen-haired man.

Oh, and you thought you were supposed to be the entertainment as people dined on their coffee and meals. The clash of wits playing out in front of everyone’s amused glances, something about the reactions of the other patrons told you this was a regular occurrence.

“Have you no understanding of what passion is? Passion comes within the heart, not the cold machine of commercialism!”

“Passion is like a fire, without anything to feed it. It soon will flicker weakly before burning out into ashes. How can any passion survive without mora?” 

“Ugh! I cannot bare to listen to your mangled views of art!”

“Great, shall I take that as a sign that you have found new lodging?”

“How low will you stoop, Scribe??”

“Excuse me.”

Both of their heads snapped toward you, the person who had interfered with their debate. However, your interest could not help but be peeked by the discussion of this comical scene. You had abandoned your original plans of settling down, instead, you had wandered toward this lively table.

 As a supporter of art yourself, you felt the need to come to the blond man’s defense, seeing how his lack of composure is leading him down the path of defeat.

“Apologies, if I am intruding. However, this discussion is far too interesting to not join. May I give my thoughts?”

 The blond man shifted his position at the table, opening up room for you to sit down. 

“Please be my guest, storyteller. Please educate this materialistic man about the basics of human leisure.” 

Placing yourself in front of the ashen-haired man, you made sure to keep your back straight to give yourself an air of confidence. You began your surrebutter.

“While it is true that an aspect of art is tied to commercialism, the true value cannot be fully measured. It cannot be counted like mora, nor measured by a sexton. Thus, causing many scholars to brush art off as a frivolous waste of time. But the value of art can be felt, no? From the layout of this cafe, to the spines of books, to the print of the words. It’s all art.”

The man in front of you just returned a scoff. Oh, you knew you were in for a long debate now. 

Throughout the drawn-out debate, you had gained key information about the two gentlemen that had welcomed you to their table. The blond man’s name was Kaveh, the famous architect and fellow lover of the arts. The ashen-haired man, with whom you were engaged in continuous rounds of rebuttals, was the scribe of the Akademiya, Alhaitham. A stubborn and rational man, you concluded. Unfortunately for him, you can be just as self-willed. 

“As I have stated before. Art holds more than just monetary value, dear scribe. As a graduate of Haravatat, you should know that many of the texts you translated over your studies were preserved by storytellers and artists who first pasted them down in oral tradition, followed by written script and murals.” You signed. 

“That is exactly why we students had to be wary of the inaccuracies and inconsistencies riddled all throughout those texts. Just like with the tale you told earlier, there is no record of such a Jinn existing before, such a significant creation by the sacred tree will most certainly be recorded somewhere. The history that they record is so twisted by biases and failure of human memory, it is rare to gain anything of significant value from them.”

“Oh my, dear scribe were you by chance equating the existence of a character in a folktale correlates with a physical being?” You tried to stifle your snicker.

 “I did not expect you to have such a cute side. I heard that the children in Mondstadt do the same, believing that a man in a red suit will slide down their chimney to give them wonderful little toys. Were you disappointed?” 

Alhaitham narrowed his teal eyes at you in a slight glare. “You know what I mean. There seem to not be any mention of this Jinn in other Sumerian folktales.” 

You couldn’t help the urge to tease him, but you could feel that he did not seem to want to continue the debate after hearing the cackle coming out of his roommate from your little jest. 

“Yes, yes I was just jesting, dear scribe. Please don’t be disappointed. The Jinn could be an analogy of the bond formed between the lord of the forest and the lord of the flowers.” You stood up from your seat. 

Your food had long been eaten, his coffee had long been left untouched. You were at the moment considered an employee of Puspa Cafe in a way, thus you shouldn’t be upsetting the customers now. 

“Let us conclude this debate for today. I believe I have taken enough of your time, gentlemen. How about we continue this discussion another day? Perhaps over a meal again?” You gave him a smile mixed with customer service and genuine hopefulness. 

“Another time?” Alhaitham scoffed, “you want this debate to drag out?”

“Of course,” you noted that he likes to scoff a lot (must be his ego). “It’s to ensure that you will come back to listen to my stories again, maybe you will learn something new. After all, I have to prove to you and the acting manager my ‘commercial value’ no?” 

The tall man simply crossed his arms over his chest, an unreadable expression on his face. However, something in his eyes gave you the hint that you needed to confidently conclude, ‘he’ll be back’. After all, no scholar in your experience would ever turn down an opportunity to gain a new piece of wisdom. 

“I shall take my leave now, I bid you all goodnight. Until the next time we meet.” 

Alhaitham’s eyes followed your figure as you ambled your way toward the acting manager to bid her goodnight, before exiting from the intricately painted door of the cafe, your features highlighted by the warm hues of the setting sun. Once your frame disappeared from his field of view, the scribe realized an error in his interaction with you.

 There was an unequal exchange of information, from Kaveh’s blabbering mouth you had gained knowledge of their names, studies, and employment. Meanwhile, Alhaitham could not recall a time during tonight when you had given him your name, all they knew was that you were a wandering storyteller. 

‘Oh well, it’s trivial at this point.’ He did not even want to imagine how ridiculous a scene would be of the grand scribe chasing down someone simply for a name.

 ‘This unequal exchange of information will be balanced out in due time.’ He finished the rest of his cold coffee, unphased by the bitter taste. As if a thought was distracting his mind from the taste. Or was it the sweet anticipation of a future meeting that had mellowed out that bitterness? 

Good refreshing debates that stimulate his mind were rare to come by, of course, he would want to take this chance to polish his knowledge and beliefs. 

The moon chased the sun away, then the sun chased the moon away from its place in the sky. Thus, a new day came forth.

 It was five o’clock sharp when Alhaitham placed his pen down, the report in his hand half finished. However, it was no longer his responsibility for the day as dictated by the hands of the grandfather clock in his office. Tidying up his desk and taking his cape off the back of his chair, he knew he had to be quick so as to not run into an Akademiya intern with another mountain of paperwork to place on his oak desk. 

Since the removal of Azar and his group of corrupted sages, as well as the reinstitution of their archon, the piles of paperwork that ended up on his desk only grew exponentially. But, Alhaitham made sure that the paperwork trail will not follow him once he step foot outside his office doors. He made sure to clearly post his working hours right outside his door, it was not his fault that esteemed scholars seem to not be able to read his posting.

 He had arrived at his office at nine o’clock in the morning, worked a full day at his desk reading new research proposals, applications for open positions, and signing off on new amendments issued by the lesser lord. Now that the clock now reads a minute past five, he had concluded that it was enough work for the day. It was not like the entire Akademiya would collapse without their acting grand sage for the night, though he preferred to not have that title. 

Taking long strides across the marble floors of the Akademiya floors, Alhaitham made sure to avoid the searching eyes of others, especially if they happened to be carrying a stack of paper. Exiting out of the grand doors of the building and continuing down the winding path, allowing his skin to get used to the sudden change from the cool crisp air of his office, to the warm afternoon breeze typical of Sumeru. Thus, he began his routine journey toward a certain cafe. 

The moment he pushed open the door to the cafe, he could see the staff take one look at him, then start to prepare his order. There was no need for him to speak a word to any of them as he made his way to his preferred table. The familiar faces of other patrons were all around, more to join as they were still making their way from work to the cafe, the same smell of coffee and samosas wafting through the air. The only change seemed to be that Maddah was not standing in the center of the collection of tables.

In that spot stood you, the nameless storyteller who recently had just arrived, and the person patient (willing) enough to want to continue a debate with him.  

“Thank you all for coming back to hear my stories tonight, “ you began as soon as the last table was occupied. 

“The tale I wish to tell tonight may be a bit different, as I believe it holds a small mystery. Will you be able to decipher it?” 

Alhaitham could feel the weight of your gaze upon him as you questioned the audience. He simply decided to blow off the steam from the coffee that had just been placed on his table, the white vapors bending and warping his view of you. 

“There once was a dove, young and as soft as padisarah petals. It had a lovely coo, which earned the dove the favor of the goddess of flowers. 

‘What a lovely thing you are, just as the same as I. Oh, my little dove will you coo for me?’ The goddess stroked its down feathers.” 

Taking sips of his dark coffee in intervals as he watched you perform, Alhaitham could not help but find the story childish. Certainly not befitting of a cafe frequented by working adults, and yet here you were captivating a room full of weary grown-ups with a children’s tale. It must be your gestures and facial expressions that drew the audience in. 

At this point in the story, it seems to have been established that the dove would only coo about the events of the goddess’s day truthfully. One day, the lord of flowers must have grown tired of its cooing and left the dove on a branch, promising to come back for it. Then came a group of children.

“‘Little dove, little dove, sing us a tale!’ They cheered. 

So the dove, chest puffed with a sense of being wanted, sang the details of the day lived by its goddess. However, halfway through the children began to walk away. 

‘Wait, wait!’ The dove cried. ‘I have not finished.’ 

‘No more! Your tales are far too boring.’ 

‘Boring?’ Thought the dove, ‘but it’s the truth.’

Alone once more the dove gaze longingly at the marketplace in front of it. Eyes peeled for the goddess that promised to return. 

It watched a child drop a piece of flatbread which was then swiftly picked up by a mouse. A cat ran away from a dog that yapped nonstop. Merchants calling people over to their stalls, blacksmiths wiping the sweat from their eyes, and a sumpter beast resting near the edge.

 An idea strung into the mind of the dove, as it used its wings to find the children. 

‘Children! I have a new tale to tell, oh will you please listen to it?’

Resting on the lap of one of the children, the dove began.

‘There once was a mouse who followed the crumbs of bread left by a small child, straight into the watchful eyes of a cat! With a squeak, the mouse ran from the cat as the feline gave chase. 

Only for the cat to step upon the tail of a dog, who howled in pain, then began running after the cat who ran after the mouse. The dog’s clumsy body knocked over a basket of spices that belonged to a merchant, causing the man to let out a cry of despair at his lost profits as he began to chase the dog who ran after the cat who was still running after the mouse. 

The merchant in his rage failed to see the blacksmith, bumping into his arm causing the large man to brand himself with hot iron. The large man roared in pain, then began chasing the merchant who pursued the dog, who ran after the cat, who was hunting the mouse. 

The blacksmith, still nursing his wound, stepped on the head of a sumptering beast, who raged after being awoken from its nap and began charging at the blacksmith, who ran as quickly as he could, causing the merchant to run faster. When the dog saw that the merchant was getting closer, he began to prance faster toward the cat, who let out a hiss as she ran after the mouse who still had the crumb in its mouth.’ 

Finishing the tale, the dove heard laughter ring out from the children. 

‘What a wondrous tale,’ a familiar voice called out. 

It was the goddess, who had returned to search for the little dove and wound up hearing the tale as well. 

‘My little dove, will you coo more tales like this for me?’

Thus, from that day onwards the little dove would coo tales that brought new curiosity to the court where three friends met.” 

You brought your hands in front of your torso, signaling the end of the story. Giving a slight bow as the patrons began to clap. 

“So, can anyone guess what this story was trying to explain?” You finally revealed the question to the audience. 

A chorus of answers began to ring out from eager scholars and nonscholars alike wanting to test their wisdom.

“Is it an analogy for how lies are more beautiful than truth?”

“No, it must be symbolizing the corruption of truth due to pressure!”

“Was it a warning to entertainers that if their patron gets tired of their ‘coo’, they’ll be abandoned?”

“No, mmm not quite, my that is a dark interpretation. Are you by chance okay, sir Maddah?”

As the ensemble of interpretations dragged on, you could tell the crowd was slowly moving toward the answer you were looking for. 

“Oh! I know it! The story seeks to depict the origin of storytelling!” Kaveh exclaimed, one can only wonder when he had sat down at Alhaitham’s table and began ordering meals and drinks on the former scribe’s tab. 

“Yes! Excellent! I knew a fellow aesthete would get the unwritten meaning!” You clapped and looked toward the blond man with a smile. 

Great, you just inflated his roommate’s already overbearing ego. He could already see that baseless confidence travel its way up Kaveh’s face as he proudly huffed. After you had thanked the audience for being wonder listeners and for participating in your little mystery, you made your way to their table.  

“So, what did you think of the story? Did you find its hidden meaning?” You sat down right in front of him, in the same spot as yesterday. 

“Oh? Like what, how oral recordings of history become so marred and twisted throughout the years by many tongues to the point it is reduced to a mere story for a child?” Alhaitham picked right the debate right there, skipping the pleasantries. You let out a sigh, lips pouting a bit as you rested your head on one hand. 

“My, not even a hello? None the else. Your claim from yesterday just got challenged.” 

“How so?” He placed his cup down, attention solely focused on you now. 

“That same Jinn created from a goddess’s reflection from yesterday’s tale made an appearance in this tale.” You remarked. 

“Nonsense, these stories are not related, there was no mention of a Jinn. Plus, how can I be sure that you did not just craft this tale overnight when this debate was put on hold?” He crossed his arms, the wire of his headphones shifting slightly. 

“It is quite the popular folktale among some of the desert settlements I have visited, the tale of the goddess of flower’s beloved dove, and if you were willing to look past the superficial surface you would have seen the clear indicator. Tell me scribe, what does the line ‘what a lovely thing you are, just as the same as I’, remind you of?” 

Bringing one hand to tuck under his chin as he replayed that line in his head for approximately 5 seconds. 

“It’s what one would say if they were complimenting themselves in front of a mirror.” 

He saw you lift your head up a bit as the beginnings of a smile began to form on your lips. 

“However,” he added, “it’s such a jump to an interpretation from a minuscule detail. Such things do not hold much merit. Ever heard of confirmation bias, the tendency to interpret things to align your preconceived beliefs? ”    

“In the space where truths are recorded, there lies the space for truths not recorded. To interpret this space, one must naturally make some leaps of faith, often by relating the spaces between two written truths, one can find hidden knowledge take shape in that space.” 

“So you are admitting that the interpretation is made up?” 

“No, I’m simply saying that there is a hidden truth. I shall tell you the deeper meaning of this tale since you can’t seem to want to read between the lines. The story acknowledges that history passed through tales gets warped, evidenced by the tall tale spun by the dove about the mouse. However, the key events and characters remained immortalized in the dove’s story.” 

Your food had arrived in front of you, but your eyes never left his. Even as the enticing scent of tahchin beckoned.  

“The mouse was there, as was the cat, as was the merchant, and so on. As this tale continues to be passed down and hear, these events shall always be there. Through war, oppression, and persecution, that snapshot of time can still live through it all. Just waiting for someone to look past the surface and discover the past carefully encased by the cushion of folklore.”        

“What a poetic view of children’s bedtime story of a dove that can talk.” Alhaitham went to pour himself another cup of coffee, just to enjoy the aroma as he would like to have a restful night of sleep. 

“In the spaces where truths are left unrecorded each time one truth is, those truths are just forever lost to time. The question they raise is left unanswered. I have experienced this more than my fair share of times.” The scribe commented. 

“What if stories and art serve to lead you to those answers?”

“What if they lead you further astray?”

And with that, the second act of this debate seems to have drawn to a close. Alhaitham pulled out a book, enjoying the peace that had washed over the table as you shifted your attention to the tahchin. Kaveh had long joined another table for a round of TCG. 

“Dear scribe, can you answer me this? Have you read all text related to the history of Sumeru and its desert?”

Looking up from his book a bit peeved, he answers honestly. “I have not, but I have studied most.”

“So, your previous statement about how there is no record of the Jinn is incorrect. There is no record that you have read.”

“I have already read most.”

“But not all.”

He resisted the urge to press his lips into a thin line at the sight of you eating a spoonful of tahchin, a hint of smugness twinkled in your eyes. As if you had leveled out the rebuttals once more. It seems like this debate might drag on longer than he had anticipated. 

Authors Note 2: Okay so this story is heavily based on an oc of mine, but I thought it would be more interesting to have it to make it about the reader. But if I feel like it (or if enough people are curious enough) I might post my oc, but this series and blog will stay as a reader insert bc it’s more fun that way no?

[gucciwins]

a missing set of keys and a mini skirt leads to lots of fun

enjoy 2k of smut I guess, yeah.....that is all (be kind to me)

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Her keys were missing. 

She always leaves them hanging up. It’s her pet peeve seeing someone lose their items simply because they didn’t put them away. She is not at all forgetful, but when Harry arrives home, she forgets all about those trivial things letting him drop his items by the door and swooping in to give her a deep kiss.

“H, have you seen my keys?” 

Harry had seen her walk around the apartment, lifting every pillow and knit knack, trying to find her keys. He sits on their couch, carelessly flipping through a women’s health magazine his mum had sent Y/N. 

“Don’t know, baby. Not hanging up?” 

She sighs, “obviously not, if I’m asking.” 

Harry giggles from his spot on the new couch they got a few months ago after they broke the old one. Y/N liked to say it was him, but really it was the both of them. Harry didn’t expect the couch's legs to give out when he had her bent over the sofa, as they both got lost in the pleasure. “Guess that means you’re staying home?” 

“You wish.” 

He pouts but continues to let her search. Harry has now set the magazine down and is staring openly at his lovely girlfriend. She’s wearing a pink vest with baby cows printed on the front that they found thrifting a few months ago. It’s one of their favorite activities to do together. They always make a day of it. That’s how Harry has been able to find his favorite pair of Gucci jeans. One’s donation is another person’s treasure. 

Y/N rolls her eyes. Since she started getting ready, Harry had told her to stay home and blow off this lunch with her friends. It had been something her friends had been looking forward to for the entire week, saying she never goes out with them anymore, which isn’t true. She goes out plenty with her friends. It is just that Harry tags along, loving being part of their girl's night. They have to admit he gives the best manicures. 

Harry watches her return to the living room, checking the windowsill and behind their succulents. His sister gifted them for their housewarming party, and has been doing wonderfully for over six months. She bends over in front of Harry as she looks around the TV and their shared switch where game night always ends in one of them complaining and getting mad, having to fuck out all the tension from the evening. It’s a weekly tradition Harry looks forward to experiencing. He sees Y/N’s skirt ride up, and he has to bite back a groan. The tight black mini skirt and fishnets are a favorite look of his. 

“Baby,” Harry groans.

“H? Help me find my keys.” She demands, ignoring his plead. 

“This skirt, you know what it does to me,” he breathes out, and he sees her freeze. She stands up slowly but doesn’t turn around to face him. 

“Harry,” her voice is calm, but Harry knows her. He knows her, how she’s feeling, and the thoughts running through her head. He knows her breathing has picked up, and she’s waiting for him to make the first move. It’s a game of predator versus prey, and Harry doesn’t intend to lose, not when she is the prize. 

Harry gets up from his seat, stepping towards her and making Y/N turn to look at him. There’s a smirk on his face when he sees her eyes darken and fill with lust. She backs away, and he lets her, wanting to see where she’ll lead him. Y/N had only taken a few steps when she is forced to stop as her back met the wall. 

He shakes his head, an unmistakable gleam of desire visible in his emerald eyes. 

“Come on, baby. Let me take care of you.” 

She lets out a deep breath and shakes her head, knowing she would head out still or she’d never make it to lunch, but Harry is looking at her like he wants to devour her, and she knows he’d follow her out and bring her right back into their apartment. There is no telling him no, not that she actually wants to. Y/N feels how damp her panties have gotten and is ready for what he will give her, but she’s not giving in so easily. 

Harry raises his and brushes her hair back, letting Y/N lean into his touch. He loves her and will do anything to remind her of that. “You just wanted me to beg. Huh, beg you to stay home so I can fuck you.”

Y/N whimpers as she sees Harry get down on his knees in front of her. He kisses her hips through the fabric of her skirt, pushing her vest up, letting his hands feel her smooth bare skin. He feels her stumble, losing her footing, putting her hands against the wall to keep herself up. 

He smirks. He’s in control now. He’s ready to have her screaming his name. 

“You wanted this,” he breathes out after another set of kisses. “This little skirt on, and you knew there was no leaving me without me fucking you. You’re a tease.” 

“Harry,” she breathes out.

“Wanted my cock, such a slut.” 

She can’t take it. She needs something, anything. “Please, H, please.”  

Harry laughs against her skin, sliding his hands to cup her ass, pulling her closer to his mouth, taking in her sweet aroma. 

“You’re such a slut for me.” He kisses her tugging at the fishnets playfully. “Where do you want my mouth, baby?” 

She sinks a hand into his hair and guides his head closer to her clothed pussy. He knows she’s dying to be touched, wanting any kind of relief, but Harry doesn’t dare move. He laughs, and her breath hitches as she feels his breath against her thighs, closer than before. A few more inches, and his mouth is exactly where she needs him. 

He clicks his tongue shaking his head, “need to hear you say it?” 

“H,” she whines. 

“Be my good girl. Know you can do it.” 

“Want—,” she moans as Harry bites her thigh, and she knows she’ll have fresh new bruises he’ll admire tomorrow. “Want your mouth on me, please.” 

Harry smirks, “I’ll give it to you. My slutty baby can’t think, huh. That’s alright. All you need to remember is my name, baby.”

“Harry,” 

“That’s right, angel. You know I like Daddy too.” 

Harry reaches up and pulls down the fish nets. As much as it pains him, he knows Y/N would not be so forgiving if he ripped another pair. After the fifth pair, he told her to stock up, but she still hated being wasteful. He pushed up her skirt, the flimsy material now scrunched at her waist, while he took in her silk red panties with a wet stain and knew she was more than ready for him. 

He kisses up her thighs until he’s right where she wants him. Harry kisses her against her panties, and he knows she loves it with the moans that fill the room. He pulls them down, done with depriving himself of seeing her sweet pussy wet for him. It’s a sight he will never get tired of, she’s glistening, and it is all for him. 

Harry leans in his mouth, licking up her lips, and the moan he gets sends him close to the edge. He places his hands on the back of her thighs, holding her tight as he lets himself have his way with her. His tongue slips out, licking up her juices, not wanting to miss a single drop. 

“Daddy,” she whimpers. 

Her moans drive him forward. He wants her to come on his tongue. Harry teases her, allowing his tongue to familiarize itself with her beautiful pussy. Y/N’s thighs are shaking, and Harry knows she loves the teasing, but she can only take so much. He presses himself closer as his mouth kisses her and his tongue slips inside her, getting her to tug at his hair as she begins to ride his race. Harry doesn’t care if he can’t breathe. All he knows is he needs to make her come. 

“Close, Daddy. Let me come.” 

Harry doesn’t answer her. If anything, her words drive him to work faster. He takes a long lick until he reaches her clit and sucks it in his mouth. He feels her knees buckle but keeps his hold form. He doesn’t stop, hearing her screaming that she is close. 

“Daddy, coming. I’m coming.” 

Harry feels her tense and, in the next second, relaxes as her orgasm washes over her. He hears her head thumb against the wall. He doesn’t move, letting her settle down. It isn't until he hears a quiet thank you that he begins to clean her up. 

Y/N whimpers feeling sensitive. She opens her legs wider giving him more access, and Harry wants to laugh because she looks fucks out but would never dare to tell him to stop. It’s a few minutes, or ten Y/N isn’t sure when she feels Harry pull away from her. 

“Fuck me,” she breathes out when Harry kisses her now bruised thighs. 

“You want my cock? Hmmm,” Harry urges her on.

“Please, Daddy,” she mewls out. 

He stands up, careful to help her set her feet on the ground, arm wrapping around her waist to keep her up while her hands land on his waist, slipping under his white tank top, showing off his tattooed arms. Harry didn’t make leaving the house easy for Y/N, knowing she loves when he shows off his arms, and she can see the contrast of tattoos on them. 

Harry leans in to give her a  deep kiss, and she moans against him as she can taste herself against his tongue. He smirks against her mouth, drawing out a whine as he pulls away. “My baby knows I’ll give it to her.  Always will.”

“Fuck me, please. Fuck me, Daddy.” She pleads. 

“Oh, my dirty girl still has manners.” Harry smiles, tugging at her bottom lip. 

She's panting, “please, please.” 

“Anything my slutty baby wants, I’ll give her,” he promises. 

Harry takes her hand, aware of her shaky legs, and guides her a few steps to their dining table, where she happily bends herself over the small table for four. Harry gives her ass a hard slap that makes Y/N yelp in surprise. 

“Dirty slut, Daddy, was going to set you on the table, but his slut wants it hard and fast.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” They both know she doesn’t mean it. 

He gives her another slap, watching her ass jiggle, and this time Y/N moans, encouraging Harry to give her one more. He doesn’t want her to be too sore, but he’ll happily rub lotion when she’s whining that her butt stings. Harry would do anything for her. 

Harry takes off his shorts in a hurry, happy that he never uses briefs at home, knowing he loved having easy access to his girl as they both were insatiable. Y/N looks beautiful, waiting patiently bent over their table, her skirt scrunched around her waist and pink vest still on her hiding her breast from view, but Harry doesn’t worry. He’ll make sure he gives them their deserved attention later in bed. 

He is thankful they had the talk and have decided to stop using condoms. He assured her they didn’t have to, but she promised she wanted it and who was he to deny anything from the love of his life. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit getting himself ready before fucking his girl.

“Harry, please. I want it.” 

He chuckles. She’s desperate for him. Harry isn’t in the mood to play dying to get himself inside her tight cunt, or he would continue to tease her. 

“I got you, baby.” 

Harry guides himself in slowly; as heated as the moment was, he wouldn’t dare hurt his girl. He groans, feeling how tight she is, feeling her squeezing him the deeper he pushes inside her (his) pussy.

“Baby,” he huffs, “need you to relax.” 

She shakes her head, “too good, love it too much.” 

Harry laughs, making Y/N moan. “You filthy girl, I’ll give it to you exactly how you want it.”

He pushes in, taking in all her moans, aware of how much pleasure this brings them. Harry leans down his back against Y/N’s and kisses up her neck as he thrusts back in. Y/N pushes her hips to meet his wanting him to go faster, but Harry wants all control because he knows what she needs. He rests his hands on her hips, holding her still over the dining table as she tries to claw her nails into the table, looking for extra support. 

“Scream for me, baby. Tell Daddy how much you love his cock in your sweet cunt.” 

She screams as his hips snap into hers, the slapping of their skin echoing in their quiet apartment apart from her moans. 

“Daddy! Love it, so good,” she sobs. “Love you.” 

Harry is so close, and he knows Y/N isn’t far behind. She has grown tighter, but it does not stop him. It pushes him to go faster and harder. He’s so overwhelmed all his senses heightened, but all he can feel and smell is her. He’s wrapped up in everything that is Y/N.

“I love you, baby. So much.” He kisses her neck, and she lets out a whimper feeling his deep grunts against her ear, “be my good slut and come.” 

“Harry!!!” Y/N throws her head back against Harry’s shoulder, letting her second orgasm go through her entire body. It’s euphoric. 

Harry groans. He thrusts into her one more time, allowing himself to fall apart and come inside her, resting his head against her neck as she falls slack against the table. Harry follows close behind. Their breathing is heavy, and soon their laughter fills the air. 

He truly enjoys every moment with Y/N, but the comedown from intense sex is his favorite because he loves the aftercare and taking care of his girl. Harry is careful to slip out. He feels his cock twitch seeing his come spill out of her. He acts quickly, reaching for a cloth sitting on top of the clean laundry they have yet to put away. Y/N hums, letting Harry take care of her. He helps her stand up slowly, hugging her close to his chest, breathing her in, taking in how much she fills him with love. He decides it’s also time for truths. 

“Your keys are in my pocket,” he breathes against her neck giving her neck a teasing bite and letting his hands rub her stomach.

“I know.” 

Harry frowns, “what?” 

She giggles, “canceled lunch as soon as I saw my keys missing.” 

He turns her around and sits her on the table. “Say that again, baby?” 

She throws her head back, laughing, her hands looping around his neck. “You know I never misplace my keys. Knew you hid them from me to stay home, and well, I know what that skirt does to you.” 

“Fuck, you cheeky minx.” 

Her laugh rings through the apartment, and Harry can’t help but join in. He’s never felt love like this and knows he never will. He knows that the ring at the back of his sock drawer will be on her finger sooner rather than later. 

//

hola amores, I wanted to give you this little gift one because I had the idea and knew you would all enjoy it and two because this is my busiest week and I might not be around all week but now I love you and appreciate you.

let me know what you thought please 😘

[desafinado]

Damnn i like s/o wife hcs so much can you do the same to zhongli and diluc👉🏻👈🏻 also hope you have nice day

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 happily ever afters (?)

°｡⋆ zhongli, diluc, kazuha x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ suggestive like literally the word, sickening fluff once again

note: ofc, and thank you, hope your days are well too. added kazuha bc while i’m here, might as well… i'm glad y'all like the first one, and if there’s anyone else you’d like to see, don’t hesitate to leave an ask!! also... depending on whether i got the courage to post it alr, a 50 followers celebration is coming up, (its here!!) so feel free to join in ^^

(alhaitham, ayato) | (zhongli, diluc, kazuha)

zhongli ♡

all his years on teyvat, and you’d think he’d get used to all of the beauty it has to offer… but you still catch him off guard when you boop his nose first thing in the morning.

though he couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up, it gives him the perfect excuse to shower you with kisses.

i feel like he’d easily slip into the so called “married life” as well as being the perfect husband (or as i like to say, malewife)

he cooks, he cleans, he makes you feel all warm inside…

he even visits during work, or vice-versa. you both have lunch with whatever he had initially packed just for you (you insist for him to join you).

on the less busy days, you both might even go for a walk by liyue harbor, taking in the stunning view of the ocean amidst the work on the docks

another spot you both would frequent is the path to the golden house, which might be a harder trek, but the views of the mountains as well as the history scattered around is very much worth it.

early on in your relationship, he already took note of your affection for certain dishes, so now he knows which ones to cook when you come home feeling celebratory, fatigued, frustrated, or just sad.

he lulls you to sleep (cuddled together ofc) with some old liyue tales and folklore, forehead kisses every now and then.

expect a lot of road trips along liyue or even to other nations. he wants to experience teyvat, now that he isn’t very preoccupied being an archon, and he wants to experience it with you.

even if it's just for a weekend, he makes sure that it’s something you’ll both treasure.

while on these trips, your favorite pastime is just taking candid pictures of him; they either turn out absolutely stunning and jaw dropping…or just plain goofy

“hehehe…” “what are you giggling about, my love?… oh. wonderful picture nonetheless ,my darling, though i apologize you caught me at a bad moment.”

you sighing at him in content, as he recounts his own experiences about the location you’re both visiting.

since, he’s always recounting to you his experiences in the past, you make it a point to introduce to all the newer advances in the world… whether it be technology or gastronomical breakthroughs

“so you’re saying… they put a whole dango in this milk? and people drink it? that doesn’t sound very…” “healthy? yup, but the raiden shogun herself approves of it so…”

though it might not suit his tastes or its emergence into culture, he’s happy trying whatever you have to offer him.

you’ll also tell him the history and cultures from your own homeland! he’s gets very excited about it, because he’s always up for learning something new, especially when it’s something near and dear to you.

he just wants to spend as much time as he can with you; he of all people knows how short human life can be. he’s willing to spend it making sure you’ve lived a good one.

he’s been more silent than usual; you’ve been talking for a good 20 minutes now. he’d usually ask you questions or share his own insights from your sharing, but he’s been totally silent, only giving nods of affirmation. you pause your ramblings for a moment to check on him.

“dear? you haven’t spoken this entire time, i have to admit it is quite strange.”

he exhales softly, shaking his head.

“does it make you uneasy? i apologize, i was just… captivated by you.”

a blush spreads from your cheek to your entire face; he never did fail at making you feel like a middle-schooler with a crush. you hit his chest playfully, trying to play off your flustered state. he just giggles, admiring you under the golden sunset.

“zhongli!”

“it is only the truth, my love. it seems that everyday my love for you only grows stronger.”

diluc ♡

you’ve never seen lovesick, until you see diluc come home everyday to collapse in your arms.

he’ll often rant about rowdy patrons at the tavern or pompous businessman he had to meet that day, you just try to get him to a better place… or at least you try to.

“he annoyed me to hell, darling. he acted like he owned the place…” “but you do, dear. next time, you should just kick him out. don’t they know they’re keeping you from me?”

his embarrassed state is something he only lets you see… and well, cause. it just baffles him that you'd go to such lengths or say such things to demonstrate your love for him.

when you both have a day off, you both spend it around the estate, enjoying each other’s presence.

reading books in the library, baking a batch of cookies, picking grapes or braiding his hair. he absolutely craves these moments of normalcy, and you’re happy spending it with him.

braiding his hair is especially fun, because it gives you the opportunity to run a hand through his soft locks. you also steal a kiss or two on his neck.

if you two have a day or night out on the town, you can be sure that he might hold your hand a bit tighter or rest an arm around your shoulder the entire time.

it’s not that he’s necessarily jealous, but it's a small reminder for him that whatever he can face, he can face it with you.

so if a certain knight comes along, teasing him, he doesn’t feel at all embarrassed, because his love for you is nothing to be ashamed of.

but back to coming home, it's especially satisfying after spending a day with you. it’s a good kind of tired, the tiredness you’d feel from an overload of serotonin.

if he decides to go on some darknight hero business, you’ll be there to see him off and make sure he’s ready for whatever he might come across.

he’s even discovered a snack bar or two in his coat pocket.

bloody, bruised, or unscathed, you’ll be there to welcome him home. he’s told you to go on and sleep without him, but you’ve refused every time.

the first time he found you, he felt the guilt go straight to his head. you assured him you were fine though, and you’d only feel sorry if he wasn’t the last thing you saw before you slept.

if time and fatigue truly forbids it, you’re sure to find him in morning light, his arms around you.

he never wants you to worry over him… more than you already do.

to him, you’re the only thing worth coming home for, the only reason he’d want to come home in one piece. between all the loud crowds causing him a headache or bloody battles he’s fought, he imagines you waiting for him at the place he knows as home.

“oh my god.”

his voice is deep and almost shaky, seeing you reading a book and sitting at the edge of your shared bed. the sun was set to rise in an hour or so, but here you were, waiting for his arrival. he dropped whatever he was holding, not caring for the loud thump it made; he immediately brought his arms around you, the both of you softly falling to the bed.

“d-did you wait this long for me? you didn’t have to… i’m so-”

“diluc.”

you bring a palm to his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. your eyes did look sleepy, but a lazy yet bright smile ran across your face.

“it doesn’t matter, my dear. i’m just happy you’re home, here, with me. that’s all that ever matters.”

kazuha ♡

you both compromised on a long distance relationship for the majority of your relationship, but when marriage came up, you knew you couldn’t keep it that way.

rather than him having to come visit you every few months, he gradually stayed longer and longer, until he truly did live in your own home… or well, both your home.

that didn’t stop his wandering ways though, in fact, he had a newfound goal to show you everything he had seen.

expect him to be taking up all your vacation days, planning a thorough and perfectly personalized itinerary.

if time allows it, you’ll even travel for a month or so, just wandering around, before coming back home.

when kazuha came back home, you’d always be there and make him feel at him. he was literally coming back from a long-winded journey after all.

he wanted to do the same for you, so he’d push through his fatigue to take care of you once you both return. he’d run you a bath and make some comfort food to help you relax.

sleeping in until tomorrow afternoon, your bodies lazily entangled with one another. if you even try to get up, he’s quick to pull you back down, encouraging you to rest.

“i’m not that tired anymore…” “hmm, well i still am, very much.” “okay, then let-” “i need you here though, else i’ll never get up.”

you know he’s exaggerating and simply being clingy, but maybe you should indulge him, as well as yourself.

when it’s back to business, you can expect him to be taking care of the house. he’s already decorated it in trophies and memories he’s brought back from his own adventures, but he focuses on showcasing the memories you and him have had.

he’ll also be passing time, writing poems about his life with you, or just you. you are his muse, after all.

the moment you come home, you can expect him to be clinging on to you, as if letting you go would mean that he would lose you.

after one particularly long day (you left without giving him kisses :( rip ), he just carried you in his arms to your shared bedroom. he didn’t let you leave until he showed you just how much he missed you (kisses and cuddles or something more suggestive oh my).

or you know, he’ll just tell you with all the poems he’s thought up while you were gone… maybe even through song, if he’s feeling especially heartstruck.

he realizes how you must’ve felt when he went on those months long journeys, so he’s trying to make up for it now.

he realizes how much he’s been missing you too, all those nights he spent alone feeling like something was missing… it was you.

“that was beautiful, ‘zuha.”

your head is snug against his chest, and your voices are pronounced against the night breeze, river splashing and crickets chirping. the tent kazuha pitched gives you the privacy you two very much deserve.

“the poem? the view? or… could you possibly even be talking about me?”

he smirks at his last suggestion, you can only giggle softly. you snuggle deeper against his touch, trying to etch this moment in your head.

“all of it, beloved. everything about you is beautiful. i…”

he only shakes his head, giggling right back at you. he welcomes your closeness, resting his head on your shoulder.

“all i do, all i see, all i am, they are only possible with you. you, my dear, are the most beautiful soul that i am thankful to be graced with.”

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[heartfullofleeches]

What if sherriff reader saved one of the bandits…? maybe carried them bridal style… 😳

Fuck- their lungs were on fire; a flame that disbursed through their entire body. The lone band coughs and wheezes; their meak attempts at freeing themselves proven pointless as rotting wood press down on their chest. The face of the person they tried to dethrone mocks them with a permanent grin. The bandit spits at the poster followed by a groan of pain.

It was both a harmless, and ingenious idea in their mind. Due to the sudden tragic passing of the last head, your town was in need of a mayor. There were just two proper candidates and only one who ran for office, the loved and respected sheriff, and some rich bastard who's been trying to get their hands on the town for yours. The voters choice would have to obvious if both parties were to play, but alas the one who had the people's favor and sense to run this place wanted no part in that job.

Some were understanding, while others rioted in secret. They despised the idea of anyone in office but you. You may reject it at face value, but you're the backbone of this community and the hesrt of many. This group was made up of none other than the band of pests that caused most of the issuses you had to deal with. You know better than everyone it's the only life they've ever known, but it's also the crutch they use to get closer to the greatest treasure of all. You.

Unlike previous casualties, the soon to be mayor was a hard cookie to reach. Surrounded by guards at every hour, and hauled up in the self built mansion in the center of nowhere. While the others planned to get to them, a few bandits stranded from the group to carry out ideas of their own. Vandalism, lies, threats, destruction of property. This attacks were taken in hope it'd prevent them from ever stepping back into town, but now it seemed like it would stop one of them from ever getting home.

"What do we have here? An idiot lost from its flock of bigger idiots?"

The bandit struggles to look up at the person, shadow blocked by the beady sun. Despite the condescending tone, it was the hum of an angel. They roll up their sleeves with a heavy sigh.

"Sher...."

"Alright, let's get you out of here and to the hospital. Don't have to tear you a new one because you've done that already."

Without another peep from their savior's beside the occasional grunt, the weight of the billboard is left off the bandit. They gasp for the air rapidly filling their lungs, turning over to the side. They've unknowingly made things for themselves, as two arms cushion their back when they roll back. Lifted up, that obnoxious sun circles their saviour's head like an angel; their head rested on the deity's toned bicep. Their face glows almost as warm as it as their eyes adjust to the light. Was this heaven?

"Sheriff!"

The bandit gleefully throws their good arm around your neck, squishing their face against the exposed skin. This was a page torn straight from their fantasies. They wanted to kiss you. The wanted to kiss you, and love you, and ride off into the sunset in your arms; but you'd probably drop them like a hot coal if they tried any of that. Their head was spinning, but it wasn't from any pain.

"I knew you'd come for me."

"I got a call about some moron chopping down a posterboard."

"Sticks and stone, sheriff."

You raise an eyebrow. "You seem to be pretty lively for someone who got crushed. Maybe I should put you down."

Truth be told, the bandit was feeling better already. Their ribs were probably bruised and their arm was definitely broken, but they've been through worse. They've ran like a gazelle with a twisted ankle in the past so this was nothing.. a little acting couldn't fix.

They go limp against your chest, trying not to faint from the strum of your heart. "Actually... I'm banged up real bad, sherif. I think you'll need to carry me to a doctor long as they can reach us in your house."

[luveline]

can we pls get some more soft remus with just tooth rotting fluff??

basically baby fever universe ♡ fem!reader | 0.6k words

You hold your breath as Remus' arm hugs behind your shoulders, his hand coming to rest above your heart loosely. 

It's new to you for him to be so close. For anyone. You want it so badly it aches, like you're mourning that he's going to pull away before he does.

He draws shapes into your skin. It doesn't tickle but it gives that same feeling, a lightness that has you suppressing a giggle. Your exhale sounds pretty blissful as a consequence, and Remus hears it. 

"What?" he asks, brown eyes dark in the sunlight streaming in through the open window. 

Your legs are pulled up where his are kicked out. You let your thigh drop onto his lap and move that tiny bit closer, gazing up into his face with a small smile playing over your lips. 

"What's that look mean?" he asks, insistent. 

"This is nice." Your hair rubs against his clothed shoulder. 

"What? The movie?"

"No… Us. This is nice," you emphasise. You wrap both hands around his bicep tucked between your bodies and hug it to you. 

Remus looks very fond, suddenly. He's usually a short fall from unreadable, his impassive expressions both nerve-wracking an enchanting, so to see his affection so clearly is a heart-rending thing. You try not to blink as you take him in. 

"This is really nice," he agrees, the hand he's wrapped around your neck moving up, his fingers moving carelessly but never cruel over the hill of your cheek.

His touch lightens and your eyes close. It almost feels like the rain, his cool fingertips ghosting down your warm face. 

He stops his touching to lean in and kiss your cheek. He pulls back to take in the invisible mark he's left behind almost thoughtfully, pulling his arms away from you. 

You frown. "Where are you going?" you ask at his movements. 

Remus has back into the corner of the sofa. "Nowhere, baby," he says reassuringly. "Come here."

He opens his arms and makes grabbing hands until you're in reach. He's touching you as you draw closer, your hands and then your arms, your chest and down to your ribs, light and chaste touches until you're half sitting in his lap, your face encouraged into his collar. 

"This is nicer," he says. 

You hum. It's more than that. 

Remus rubs your back. You love how it feels and want him to feel just as treasured as you do, so you bring your hand to the neckline of his shirt and pet the only naked skin avaliable to you. You draw over the suggestion of his collar bones with a careful touch before slipping your hand under his shirt to stroke the nape of his neck, a slow back and forth. Soft hair under your fingers, you push your nails gently against his scalp and scratch delicately. 

He's putty underneath you. Relaxed, his soft abdomen pressed to yours, his hand sluggish where it loves the breadth of your shoulders. He chases a line down your spine and has to stop, shuddering as you card your hand through his hair.

"S'that feel nice?" you whisper. 

He only nods. You grin to yourself and press a smiling kiss to very bottom of his throat. 

"Your hair is so soft," you tell him.

His head tilts back into your hand, following your massaging unconsciously. 

"Don't fall asleep on me, handsome," you say. 

"You're on me," he argues, his voice thick. 

You continue to scratch his scalp lightly until he's dozing and find you can't blame him for it, stroking his lovely hair until your hand grows sloven and you're falling asleep too. 

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 24: Xenophilia

What’s Mine is Theirs

Summary:  you love Tyler’s accent

Pairings:  Tyler Rake X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, coercion, humiliation kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, filming without knowledge, voyeurism, cream pie, claiming, 18+ ONLY

Xenophilia is an attraction to foreign peoples, cultures, or customs.

Word Count:  1.6K

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"Oh come on," your friend giggles as she tries to pull you into a different bar. "I haven't seen Lance all day, and I know my man is missing me," you look at the blacked out windows of the bar in question. There was always something...off about Lance and his friends. They always seemed like it was a treasure to be in their presence.

"Tyler will be there," she gives you a smirk, backing up to the bar. "And Tyler has been looking for a special someone. He's still single, and a man that looks like that, won't be for too long. Come on," her body jiggles around, and you look back at the bar.

Tyler was godlike beautiful. It wasn't right to have a man that looking like that freely walking around. Everything about him from his perfect haircut, piercing blue eyes, tattoos, and most importantly that accent. Tyler was typically quiet, but when he opened his mouth and sweetly called you princess, you were ready to drop to your knees.

"Lance said everyone's there, and drinks are on the house for us," she tucks her hair behind her ear, and you spot a brand new Cartier Love bracelet around her wrist, and you pull at her hand, "Hey, I earned that. Lance has a matching one."

You start to open your mouth to protest, but she's already heading into the bar, "It's official now."

You had your reservations with his friends. Although, it was true he adored your friend, and treated the other friend's girlfriends and wives with respect, they all wore that same bracelet, well almost all. Your friend had been missing one for awhile. A bracelet that didn't come off unless you had a special tool. With a sigh, and a pit in your stomach you decide to follow her. Missing someone walking behind you to lock the door, and turn off the open sign.

You follow her as she pulls you to the bar, and a set of icy blue eyes stares at you from an upstairs room, "All doors are locked?" He asks, zeroing in on Sam who serves you a drink. Watching him like a hawk, he was not Jax and didn't need anything slipped in there.

"Yes, they're all locked," Ransom grunts sitting down, and pulling his girl over to his lap. "Batteries are charged, and all wires are connected. Now, it's up to you to get her in the room."

"What makes you think this is going to work?" Curtis asks watching you as well. "She's careful. You saw the footage, she struggled to even come in here. Being claimed terrifies her."

"It always does in the beginning. Find a girl that fits your needs, soften them up, and then send them through the initiation. They all become a puddle. They reap the benefits of the brotherhood, just like we do," Tyler gives you a smile as he watches you move into the middle of the floor. Your eyes watching every wrist there, and most were chained up just like your friend.

"Well go on. You waiting on the Professor to make sure that you can comply?" Curtis chuckles, looking down at his Yuki. She blows up a kiss to her man, before she goes to leave the floor. "You think she'll be able to handle your brand of kink?"

"Of course. It's not about pain, as much as humiliation. Their cunts are always tighter when they're ashamed. They're body less pliable, and you have to force them around. Have a good day gentleman, you too, Dove. I think Ransom needs another chase. You're making things too easy for him."

Tyler pops a mint into his mouth as he heads down to the bar. Judging by the cameras you were at the very least interested. Babydoll had used his name as a tactic to get you to come in, and even though you denied it, you still came inside willingly.

He hates reducing himself down to silly little plays, but he does. Running into you, and apologizing when your drink spills down your front, "I'm sorry, Princess. I ruined your dress."

"It's fine. I'm okay, and," you look up realizing that it's Tyler that had bumped into you, and his cheeky little grin has you clenching your thighs. God, he was so pretty. Disgustingly pretty, and you couldn't look away from him when he says your name.

"Come on, I'm sure there's some extra clothes around here somewhere," he gently grabs at your hand, and your friend smiles, pushing you towards him, before turning to dance with her boyfriend, and you turn to follow Tyler.

He takes you into a private room, where there was random costumes, and clothes. "You guys have burlesque shows or something?" You hold up a showgirl style outfit giggling.

"Or something," he answers, ruffling through some clothes. "Dammit," he looks at his reflection, before pulling off one of his shirt, and you catch a glimpse of his stomach, and there was even more tattoos. "Here," he wraps the shirt around you, helping you put your arms in, and ties it at the bottom.

"Can't even tell I made a mess of your dress. I can replace it."

You had never heard him speak so much, and it made you weak. His voice was so low and gravely, and that Australian accent had a flood of arousal rushing to your core. "It's fine. It was something I'd had for years. Your shirt is a nice touch."

"I like seeing my shirt on you."

"Oh, yeah? Where else would you like to see your shirt?" You were getting bold. A little bit of liquid courage, and some privacy, and it had you ready to do this man's bidding.

"Currently I'd like to see it in the floor," his calloused fingers caress your cheeks, and his thumb gently rubs over your lips. It was intoxicating. More so than the alcohol that was rushing to your limbs. Your body heats up, and you swear you stumble closer to him.

"The shirt I'm wearing, or the one you're wearing?"

"Why not both?" You whisper out a yes, and he reaches towards you, pulling up your dress. His hands immediately go to needing your breasts when he crashes his lips to yours.

A free hand snakes under your panties, spreading out your arousal, "What's got you so wet, Princess?" You whisper out a you, and pull of his own shirt. Your hands run over his chiseled chest, and he rips off your panties.

"Tyler!"

"You won't be needing those," pushing on your ass, he presses you up against him, and his bulge on your front makes you gasp, and you pull at his pants. "You're all the same," he groans, letting his pants fall to the ground.

With one swift move he lifts you up, and sinks you over him, and you stare owlishly at him when he bottoms out.

Walking towards a wall, he slams your back into it. His mouth assaults your neck, and he pushes your face over to the side. With his hands tightly around your thighs, he starts slamming you over his thick length, and that's when you see the camera. "I'm gonna make you a star, Princess," his hand reaches to a shelf, and he clicks a tv on, and you see your ruined face.

Tyler starts shoving you over him, cackling. "Yep, there is is. Your cunt is much tighter once you know they're all watching you."

Your cheeks heat up, and you whimper, "The whole club is watching you getting impaled by my cock. There's worse though, so much worse. You think you can handle all of it?"

"What?"

"We own you now. Fucking hell!" He grunts when you clench down tight around him. "All this talk about Babydoll and her bracelet. Pledging her loyalty to her man, and to us. We'll protect you. Give you a life you could only dream of, and only one thing in return?"

"What's that?" You ask turning to look at him. His forehead presses against your own, and you already know.

"You're pussy. Your friends does have a sweet little snatch. Sharing is not a requirement after initiation. They all want to share though. Why wouldn't you," he moves back to your neck, chucking on you, "If you weren't making such a mess on my cock, I would think you cared. You want this. They're all watching you. Some probably are fucking someone, getting sucked off, having someone ride their face. To the brotherhood," he screams as he stabs up into you harshly.

You black out from the way he ruts into you. He was so deep, and he knew he owned you. You were a wreck. Screaming his name to the heavens like a beautiful prayer, and just thinking about someone getting off on your pleasure, "They'll love you Princess, and you shall be mine. Always mine," Tyler is relentless as he buries himself to the hilt. A succession of grunts and expletives as he searches for his release. "Fuuuckkk! Are you mine? Say it. Say it, or you won't cum."

You try and think about what all that means, but come up blank. Only the pleasure he was giving you, but the prospect of not coming over this man's glorious cock has you ready to cry. "I'm yours!"

Tyler's cock is demanding, slamming into your wet heat, when you let out an otherworldly sob. Coming hard over him, and he shoots thick ribbons of his spend into your womb. Panting, you rest your head on his shoulder, and he carries you out of the room, still buried deep in you. Your releases dripping out of you when he shows you off to the group, "To the brotherhood and our precious Omegas!" Grabbing up a beer, he downs the brew quickly. "Princess, if you weren't fluttering around me, I would think you didn't like this."

"It's personal."

"Get used to it. What's mine is theirs."

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[spaceyflowerswriting]

Can I request Vasco X GN Comics and Animation Dept reader who’s just genuinely loves art? Sorry if it’s too specific

vasco with a reader in the comics and animation dept. who loves art

details: gender neutral reader, general canon au

a/n: this isn't too specific at all, so no worries ^_^ thank u for the request !

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> the both of you meet in the classic romance trope of bumping into each other, causing you to drop all your things and vasco helping you pick them back up; when doing so, he notices the drawings on the papers you spilled and compliments you!

> he gets fascinated and because he's never really set foot in the comics and animation department, he asks you what it's like there out of curiosity

> light conversation follows, he promises to visit you there the next day, and from there on a friendship forms, which then leads to romance :]

> vasco has always valued art, but he doesn't really think he has the dept of understanding to "get" them like jace does; but at least he can always enjoy it, and he certainly enjoys your pieces <3

> actually all of burn knuckles enjoys your art because of course once vasco sees your art, he tells his best buddies about it and suddenly you have a new large fanclub

> he gets teary eyed whenever you gift him a nice drawing! he'll treasure it forever and show it off to everyone he knows !! he'll also be super touched if it's a drawing of him 💘

> loves advertising you whenever he can lol and he's very proud to be the boyfriend of such a talented artist 💞

> sometimes vasco tries to give art a try because of being inspired by you. objectively, i can't say he's the best artist around but he does his best and gets very excited when you praise his hard work ^_^

> he tries not to watch you while you draw if it makes you nervous, but if you don't mind, then he loves sitting next to you/peering over your shoulder and seeing your art come to life! and he's especially always hyped for your animation projects <3

> fetches you snacks and drinks when you're busy drawing and occasionally drops by with kisses and reminders to take breaks by stretching !

> mini bonus: vasco getting involved with you makes the comics and animation department a MUCH happier place because you can bet when he sees the bullying the students go through, he cleans up the bullies (he's also very sorry for not noticing sooner 💔)

[phantomspiderr]

New Year

Pairing: Marc Spector x gn!reader

Word Count: 2.5k+

Summary: Layla invites you to her New Year's Eve party where you get the chance to meet her ex-husband

Warnings/Tags: mentions of drinking and partying, kind of want drunk Layla around now, Marc maybe being just a little creepy, he really doesn't know how to act around people sometimes, fireworks are mentioned too, again no real mentions of readers appearance or gender(I tried to use they/them so it's a little more neutral), Steven gets a lil mention, a little swearing too. As always if I've missed anything please let me know!

a/n: Thank you, thank you all so so so much for making this year better. If you're a casual follower of my very infrequent posting or this is the first time you've come across my work, I thank you. Being able to express myself in this way has been freeing, and stressful but I'm glad I could bring any amount of joy to even one person. Thank you for every like and every reblog and every comment. I wish you all the best for this new year, may it come with happiness and joy and hopefully more really good fanfiction to read. Sending you all a little bit of love🤍

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Music blares throughout the flat as you weave around the people littered through the hallway. Parties definitely aren’t your favourite place to be but for your friend, you’d do anything she asked, plus it’s New Year's Eve so you thought why not. You may not have recognised a single person since you’d arrived but this is fun, this is what you’re supposed to do at your age right? Before you have any more time to fret a squeal sounds from behind you, your name quickly following, “you came!” When you turn Layla is quickly coming towards you with her arms wide open, a few people looking in your direction now because of the noise. You only manage to squeak out a hi before you’re encompassed by Layla, her arms tight around your shoulders, the force of her body against yours knocking the wind out of you. She pulls back only a little to cup your face in her hands, “I’m really glad you’re here.” You can tell by the tint of red on her cheeks she’s already a few drinks down which apparently makes her a bit more affectionate.

“Layla!” A small group of people enters the room immediately drawing the attention of the beautiful host to them, her hands dropping down to yours and she squeals again. Quickly turning back to you for just a moment, “I’ll come find you later! Have fun! Enjoy!” And just like that, she’s off running to greet more of her friends.

You wander around the decently sized flat for a while after that, finding a drink in the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen along the way, briefly chatting to a few people around, and then of course you find yourself a quiet corner. Looking amongst shelves filled with treasures and memories of Layla’s many adventures, she’d told you stories over casual lunches, even invited you on her next one. Still, even after being friends for very nearly a year, there’s still so much mystery that follows her everywhere she goes. You eventually come across a picture of someone you recognise, Layla’s father, the one person she was more than fond of talking about. She’d told you many, many tales about her father, about all the places he’d been, the things he’d discovered, and about how she wanted to be just like him. You admire the picture in its intricate gold frame, a small pendant hangs on a chain over the top of the frame, something you’re sure is a treasured possession. Your hand moves upward, fingers extending to the pendant just to get a better look at it-

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you,” your hand retreats to your chest so quickly you almost knock the drink out of your other hand. The person who spoke much too close for your liking, and then the chuckle that follows your gasp is short-lived as you turn to the source of the warning. You’re met with an incredibly good-looking man, his hair loosely slicked back and an amused smirk gracing his really handsome features. If he hadn’t just creepily snuck up on you you’d maybe be interested in talking to him and your expression clearly shows that when you turn back around in hopes he’ll just disappear. He doesn’t. “Sorry, it’s just that she’d be devastated if that went missing.”

“I wasn’t going to steal it.” You snap a little too harshly but then again you think he’s insinuating you’d steal from your friend. You’re increasingly becoming more frustrated the longer he stands over your shoulder, his presence is too much for you.

“I didn’t say you were. I’ve met a lot of thieves, you’re definitely not built for that.” You’re annoyed now, scowling at this complete stranger when you turn back around.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Just as the man opens his mouth to reply Layla appears again, her arm hooking around your waist to pull you closer and your face instantly changes, smiling at your ever-so-happy friend. Your own arm wrapping around her, glad for the interruption, she scrunches her nose as you exchange cute little hi’s.

“Are you having fun?” The people pleaser in you manages to get out an 'mhmm' and force a fake smile, not that Layla would notice right now. You’ve only seen her in this state maybe a handful of times, she’s less observant and much more carefree. Your eyes flicker back to the stranger still lurking across from you, Layla only now registering his presence, “ahh Marc! You met Marc!”

Marc? That’s Marc?!

Layla had told you all about Marc and even tried to set you up with her ex-husband. What kind of friend tries to set you up with their ex-husband? That is exactly what you’d said to her before changing the subject, every time she tried to bring it up. You’d somehow managed to miss every opportunity to meet most of Layla’s other friends, lots of them living in different countries and only coming to visit for short periods of time but you knew Marc had lived here and you’d personally avoided trying to meet him, not wanting to make things awkward. You knew Layla’s type for partners, they were all extremely good-looking and in your opinion way out of your league and you just didn't feel like having another unrequited crush.

“This is the husband?!” You finally manage to get out with confusion etching your features as you look between the pair.

“Ex! Ex-husband!” Marc is a little too quick to correct. You’re sure you hear a ‘smooth’ and when you look at Layla she’s grinning. Marc only gives her a grumpy look before quickly excusing himself from the conversation.

“Soooooooo,” Layla draws out as she turns to face you, her hands slipping into your free one, “what did you think?”

“Of Marc?” Your face scrunches, to which Layla just scoffs, “you didn’t tell me he was a creep.” She scoffs again, this time giggling a little.

Layla leans in as if to whisper, she even has the audacity to lift her hand to the side of her mouth but the alcohol in her system inhibits her from being able to lower her volume, “he’s just nervous to be around you. He gets weird like that around people he likes!”

“Excuse me?!” You go wide-eyed, did you hear her right? But of course, before she gets a chance to reply someone calls her name, and her head whips around, your conversation was completely forgotten to her now.

“Oh, come on they're playing beer pong!” Layla tugs at your hand, a disappointed pout appearing when you shake your head and begin to decline, “please, please, please.” She begs in the way she knows you can’t say no to and so you let her drag you toward the kitchen, still thinking about the short conversation you'd just had.

-

It’s almost midnight when you stumble out of the kitchen, many games of beer pong down and an even drunker Layla staying behind to do shots. Drunk Layla has exactly no inhibitions and is definitely more affectionate than normal Layla. Now you’re in need of some fresh air, all of the laughter and closeness in the kitchen is proving a bit much for you. Luckily you can see no one has made it out to the little makeshift balcony so you awkwardly climb through the window. Once outside you feel like you’re able to breathe again, you truly hadn’t realised how stuffy it had been inside. You manage to take in a deep breath before the cold hits you hard, and your body immediately reacts. Your arms wrap around your body, hands rubbing along the tops of your arms to create some warmth.

“It's cold out.” You jump again at unexpectedly hearing Marc’s voice, turning on your heels thinking he’s behind you only for no one to be there. “Up here,” you look up to the side when he talks again, there he is perched on top of an old chimney, giving you a shy wave.

“You know you have the whole creepy stalker thing down,” you speak half-heartedly but still he chuckles.

“Hey, you came to me this time.” He raises his eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders.

“You are the one sitting alone like some bird on the rooftop,” your arms fold over your chest now and Marc mumbles something you don’t quite hear before he effortlessly slides off of the chimney and casually walks down the slight incline of the roof like he’s done it a hundred times before.

“I’m not really one for parties,” you watch as he shrugs off his thin jacket, leaving him in just a t-shirt and you wonder how he isn’t freezing out here and why he's even taking his jacket off, to begin with. “Y’know it’s December, you really shouldn’t go out without a jacket,” he holds the material out to you which your confusion-clouded brain takes. Then he turns away to lean his elbows down on the balcony railing, looking out onto the lively streets of London. You feel yourself soften a little, maybe you were a bit quick to judge him and brand him a creep.

“Me too,” you pull the jacket on and join him next to the railing, watching people in nearby streets celebrating.

“So, how come you’re here?” Marc twists his head to the side so he can just look at you.

“Layla,” Marc hums in agreement, “said she’d disown me if I didn’t.” That makes Marc laugh which turns out to be a pleasant sound when you don’t think he’s trying to be some kind of perv.

“Sounds like something she’d do.”

“She didn’t actually say that, it was more like,” you think for a second, preparing yourself for your best Layla impression “‘please you always miss my parties, I want everyone to meet you!’” Your hands had somehow gripped onto his bicep in the process, exactly how you remembered the conversation with Layla going.

It all makes Marc laugh again, “that sounded nothing like her!”

“Eh, close enough,” you lean your elbows against the railing, mirroring Marc’s stance now. The balcony is so small that you have no choice but to stand a little too close to him. There’s a little pause, Marc’s laughter dying out but the sound of the party still flowing through the window. “So, how come you’re here?” You nudge your shoulder against his arm to draw his attention.

“Uh, something similar.” Suddenly he’s acting a little hostile, his body goes more rigid and his expression hardens a little. Then there’s an awkward silence and you just try to focus on some passersby on the street below. “She was a bit more like ‘please! I want you there and you need to leave the house. Plus I know you want to meet a certain person and I promise to make sure they’re there!’” You lock eyes together for a quiet moment before both bursting into laughter.

“That was terrible!” You choke out between laughs and before Marc has time to reply, loud calls draw your attention away. Everyone inside seems to have crowded around all facing the tv and all shouting along with the countdown appearing on the screen.

“Hey look out right over there, between that gap in the buildings.” Marc points out off to the side, stealing your attention back and you look hard for what he’s trying to point out. You can only see the hue of light coming from buildings and street lamps, nothing else.

“There’s nothing-“

“Just wait,” you look at him confused for a moment but his eyes are transfixed on the horizon and you can just hear him whispering along with the loud countdown coming from inside.

3…2…1…

The sky explodes into colour in front of your very eyes. Fireworks light up the night sky, far enough away that the bangs aren’t too loud but the view is still spectacular. You can hear cheers all around, from inside Layla’s flat to the pubs down the street. Marc’s face glows with the colours in the sky and he’s smiling while he watches the fireworks. He almost looks childlike like this, like he’s never experienced it before and he’s captivating.

“Happy New Year then.” Marc straightens suddenly, catching you completely off guard, almost like he’d just snapped back into his body and he just holds his hand out toward you. Slowly you raise your own hand into his, replying with a simple, “happy new year.” You both shake hands, probably the weirdest way someone has ever wished you a happy new year.

“Oh come on!” You both turn to see Layla on the other side of the window, the look on her face one of exasperation, and her eyes lock with Marc’s, “if you don’t kiss them now then I will!” Immediately you snap your head back around to look out at London, trying desperately to hide the flustered look you’re sure is showing on your face right now. Sober Layla definitely isn’t that forward.

Just for a second Marc’s accent changes as he starts spitting out apologises on your friend's behalf, "I-no-we don’t have to-" he pauses for a second as if he’s centering himself, takes a deep breath, and talks in his normal voice again. “I think I’m just going to go sober her up a bit.”

“Yeah good idea,” you try to suppress the laugh at Layla’s disagreement to be sober and the way she runs off to hide as Marc tries and fails to catch her arm before she can disappear. He lets out a big sigh before climbing back in the window, leaving you to your own devices for just a second before his head pops back out the window.

“Don’t- uh, don’t leave yet okay?” His face contorts a little like he doesn’t know what to do with it before he gives you an awkward smile.

“Okay,” you chuckle out, immediately pausing when he smacks his head off of the half-open window, "oh-oh my- are you-"

“‘m fine, it’s fine.” He holds onto the back of his head, eyes shut real tight for just a second and he just awkwardly turns away and back around, lifting his hand almost like to wave before dropping it again, "okay I’m just-" he turns and walks away. You move to stick your head through the window into the flat just to make sure he’s okay and you only just hear him mutter, “for fucks sake Steven.” Steven?

You retreat back out of the window and only then do you realise you’re still wearing his jacket. Quickly you peer back into the flat to try to catch him, “Marc-“ your eyes scan across the room, “and you’re gone.” You sigh before moving away from the window again, surely him asking you not to leave meant he wanted to see you again, or something like that, right?

You pull your focus away from your thoughts, instead looking back out at the night sky. It’s rare to see any stars in the London sky but littered around are little white dots accompanying a beautiful half-moon. Maybe this year wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[jedi-luca]

Avenger Lane Chapter Seven

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

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Warnings: NOT PROOF READ / 18 and older / alluding to sex / naked times

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As soon as you're both off the bike she brings you in a hug.

“I always have the best time with you.” With one last squeeze she lets you go.

“Same.” You smile before walking away.

You open the door hearing music and water flowing from the upstairs bathroom. 

You open the door hearing music and water flowing from the upstairs bathroom. 

You begin shedding your clothes entering the steaming bathroom. Wordlessly you flush yourself behind your wife wrapping your arms around her.

She doesn’t say anything which sort of surprises you. Instead Quinn lays her arms over yours bringing them closer. You pepper neck and jaw with kisses making her sigh, laying her head back against you. 

⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ The Following Morning ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗

“No Y/N-” You jolted up when you had only just sat down. “-don’t sit on the sofas! My mother and your parents will be here any minute now!” Quinn huffed, clearing out the wrinkles your body made.

Usually Judy will stay with Frannie and then when your parents go back home she’ll start splitting her time between the houses. Flying back when she’s ready, or rather when Quinn and Frannie start dropping hints.

“Quinnie, chill the hell out. You’re giving me anxiety and you’re making Y/N tense.” Frannie hissed, rubbing her head.

“What if she decides to stay longer again?” Quinn gulped internally, screaming. She loves her mother, but sometimes she’s a bit much. She just knows Judy and most likely your parents will sense something is going on with your marriage.

“We’ll be honest with her and say she needs to go back with Y/N’s parents.” Frannie shrugs.

“We can’t tell our mother that.” The younger blonde glared at her older sister. Just as your father’s truck drove into your driveway.

You couldn’t help yourself, you rushed outside.

“Hey old man, how was the trip?” You grinned walking up to your father who was stretching his back. You began working on your footwork before throwing a few soft punches. Your dad chuckled before bringing you in a bear hug.

“Hmm, I missed you papa bear.” You smiled breathing in his cologne your mother no doubt bought for him.

“I missed you too kiddo.” Your dad squeezed just a little harder before letting you go as your mother and Judy walked up.

“Momma.” You let go of your dad relaxing into your mothers arms. You could hear Quinn and Frannie walk out with the kids.

“Oooh I missed you sweetheart.” Your mom held you just a few seconds longer before letting you go a bit. “Y/N you feel a little thinner. Have you been eating? You haven’t been overdoing it in the gym have you?”

Quinn internally rolled her eyes at your mothers words.

“Same routine as always mom.” You chuckled looking over at Beth and Finley being tickled and hugged by your dad. 

“GG!” Finley smiles, hugging her legs.

“Oh my sweet little Angel! Hello my treasures!” Your mom lifted Finley up, holding her close and letting out a few tears as Finley squealed and giggled in her arms. Soon Judy took Finley and your mom took Beth.

“Oh sweetheart you're growing up so fast!” Your mom whined holding her close. 

You look over at Judy who has Finley in her arms. “Hey Judes, I’m glad you could make it out.” You hug her with Finley.

“Oh I just had to come see my sweet grand babies.” 

“Thanks mom.” Frannie smiled sarcastically. 

“Oh stop it.” Judy playfully smacked her eldest. “Where’s Alex?” 

“She is with her father in Arizona this summer.” Frannie reminded her mother. 

“Oh yes I forgot.” Judy nodded.

Quinn hugged your father and then your mother before inviting them inside.

“Great work on the front yard champ. Love seeing the handprints.” Your father pats you on the back. “Now show us the house.” 

You eagerly guided your parents and mother in law around the house and backyard.

Your family walked back inside while you and your dad stayed in the backyard.

“So what do we have to work on?” Your dad grinned.

You showed your father your shed which had some baby plants growing. You pointed towards the supplies for the treehouse you want to build.

“A treehouse?! Fin is going to love it. She's a little young for it, don’t you think?” 

“I figured Beth can use it until she can climb on her own.” You shrugged.

“Good idea, she’s still young.” 

You snapped your fingers in thought.

“Oh hey pop you’re never gonna guess who lives across the street from me.”

“Is it M Night Shamalan?” He gasped.

“What? No. Why is he always your guess? He’s not gonna show up anywhere dad.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No it’s Tony Stark!” You chuckled.

“Tony Stark?” He furrowed his brow. “Tony, Tony- Oh my goodness Anthony Stark lives across the street from you?!” He beamed.

“Yeah! He showed me an old photo of you guys.” You showed him the photo on your phone.

“Oh man good times.” He laughed. “Yeah he was a freshman in this picture I wanna say I was a junior.”

“He’ll be at Fin’s birthday tomorrow so you can catch up then.”

“What a small world.” Your father chuckled, handing your phone back. “Well I can’t wait to catch up with him.” 

You both lugged the supplies towards the tree in your backyard.

“Y/N Y/L/N, what in the world are you building now?!” Natasha kinked her brow. “And who is this tall drink of water?”

“Hey Nat, this is my dad.” You grinned, walking you and your dad over to the fence.

“Frank, but you can call me Frankie.” He smiled, shaking her hand. 

“Natasha but you can call me Nat, I feel like I know you already. This one always has a story to tell me.” She smirked tapping your arm.

“Oh I’m sure.” Your father laughed.

“Where’s Mrs. Y/L/N? I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Oh she’s inside with the girls.” He smiled. Before noticing the small door you made. “Aw Y/N it’s perfect!” He moved the door opening and closing it.

“Isn’t it? We figured it would be easier for the kids plus Beth and Fin like to come over and swim. So what are the two of you building now?” The Russian woman asked.

“Well we’re gonna build a treehouse for my grand babies.” He smiled.

“You’re really gonna do it?” She smirked at you.

“Hmhm, she’s the one that made me do it pop.”

“Good keeping my kid out of trouble!” You furrow your brows at your father. “You have any kids Nat?” Your dad asks.

“No.” She smiles sadly, shaking her head.

Your father nodded understanding.

“Frankie, Y/N, dinner is ready.”

“Oh hun come meet Y/N’s sweetheart of a neighbor Natasha.”

“Oh well hello, hello.” Your mother smiles walking over.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you Mrs. Y/L/N. You’ve raised such an amazing human being.”

“Didn’t I?” Your mom jokes hugging you close. “I like this one Y/N she knows how to give compliments.”

You chuckled.

“Oh please Natasha, call me Sophia.”

“Only if you call me Nat.” She smiled hugging your mother.

“Ugh your hair is so beautiful Nat!” Your mom cooed softly, touching her silky red locks.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“You know Nat is from Russia.” You are with a lopsided grin.

“Get out!” Your mother gasped. “No wonder! She’s so beautiful Y/N.” Your mom said, now caressing Natasha’s cheeks. 

“Okay honey, relax.” Your father Frankie laughed.

“You should see Fin when she’s around her. She loves Nat.”

“Really? Aww Finny’s got her first crush.”

“Fin is just like you were when you were a baby.” Your father chuckled. “When Y/N was Finley’s age-“

Natasha nodded intently listening to your fathers embarrassing story about you. “She had this babysitter named-“ Your father snapped his fingers squinting as he tried to recall her name.

“Ingrid-“ you muttered remembering the green eyed woman.

“She had hair and eyes just like yours.” Your mother nodded adding to the story.

“Anyway this one acted as if she were her girlfriend. She would never show up without flowers or a treat-“

“Dad, come on-“

“What? It was adorable! My little Casanova.” Your mom squeezed you.

“She had red hair like Ariel from The Little Mermaid- No! You know what, I don’t need to defend myself. I was a toddler!”

Your parents began cackling right along with Natasha.

“Hey stop laughing at me!” You glared jokingly at the redhead.

“I’m sorry it’s just so cute!” She laughed.

“Y/N!” This time it was your wife. “Food’s gonna get cold. Hey Natasha.” She waved begrudgingly towards the redhead. “Natty?” Fin’s head pops out behind her mother’s legs.

“Hi cutie pie!” She waves.

“Be right there hun.” You nod to Quinn before she goes back inside.

Your daughter jumps down the stairs running towards the redhead. Natasha leaned down, lifting her up in her arms.

“Hi Natty.” Your daughter said bashfully, playing with her red hair.

“You weren’t joking.” Your mom gasps as they watch Finley bashfully talk to Natasha and play with her hair and ears.

“Nope.” You chuckled as your daughter and the Russian beauty conversed.

Meanwhile inside the house your mother in law watched the scene from inside the house. “I don’t like her.” Judy shook her head.

“You haven’t even met her.” Frannie huffed.

“I don’t need to meet her, it's obvious she wants Y/N.”

Frannie nervously looked over at her sister who was fuming by the stove.

“Mom enough!” Frannie hissed..

“Frannie women with slut red hair always want your husband. Just ask Dolly Parton.” She huffed, waving her hand that held a martini.

“Mom Y/N and Natasha are just friends. She’s married and Y/N wouldn't cheat.” Frannie said more for Quinn than her mother.

“That’s how it always starts. Quinn, keep your eyes open. Russell cheated, Bob cheated on Frannie.”

“What are you trying to say mom? That she’s next?” Frannie exclaimed.

“Yes I am. Y/N has always been a great partner for you Quinn, but that woman next door is looking at her like she brought world peace. All I’m saying is watch them or you’ll be catching them in your bed.”

“Mother!” Frannie gasped.

“That’s enough mom.” Quinn grit. “Y/N is not a cheater. Y/N is not Russell or Bob.”

⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ Right Outside ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗

“Well we better go inside. It was nice meeting you Nat.” Your parents say in unison.

“Jinx!” Your parents smirked at one another.

“There’s a coke inside dad.” You grinned.

Natasha smiled fondly at them before looking over at you recalling the first time you ate dinner in her home. “It was great meeting you both.

Your mother smiles warmly bringing her in a hug before taking Finley from her arms.

“Noooo GG! Natty!” Your daughter whined reaching for the Russian beauty.

“It’s okay, Finny, we'll see each other again very soon. Okay?” Natasha cooed, tapping Finley’s chin dimple.

Your toddler giggled and nodded.

“I’ll take that coke on some ice.” Your mother winks before walking towards the door, your father chasing after her to open it for her.

“I’ll catch up with you later.” You smile walking backwards.

“Later.” Natasha smiled watching you walk back inside to your family.

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“Quinn, that was delicious.” Your father smiles.

“It was! Thank you, sweetheart.” You say pecking her cheek softly letting your hand squeeze her knee.

“A bit garlicy.” Judy says, causing your wife to tense up.

“I put the garlic in because it needed it.” Frannie shrugged she didn’t, but anything against her mother is game.

“Well regardless it was very tasty, Quinn.” Sophia smiled warmly. 

“Thank you Sophia.” Quinn smiles warmly not acknowledging her mothers dig.

“I'll go grab dessert.” You clear your throat.

“So… Quinn how’s work been?” Your father fills in the silence.

“It’s been great! Started working from home more! I go to the office maybe two or three times a week if that.”

“That’s great.” Frank smiled warmly. 

“The neighborhood is so nice!” You mom gushes.

“The neighborhood has been very welcoming.” Quinn nods.

“Beth, I hear you’ve made lots of friends out here.” Your mom smiled warmly.

She smiles swallowing before saying “Monica, Morgan, Billy, Tommy, Lyla, and Cassie!”

“That’s a whole lotta friends kiddo!” Your dad grinned.

“Are you excited to go to school with them?” Judy asks.

Beth’s eyes widen comically as you walk back in with desert.

“Beth, your grandma asked you a question.” Quinn spoke as she pushed her daughter’s blonde hair out of her face.

“Oh yes grandma!” Beth smiled. 

“Maybe we can go school supply shopping while I’m here.” Judy smiled.

“Oh Judy you really don’t have to do that-“ you begin.

“No no, I would love to help besides school is what? A few weeks away?”

“What about Alex?” Frannie kinked her brow.

“You can tag along and choose for her.” Judy nodded.

Dammit Frannie internally cursed now she has to shop with her mom. 

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“Well that went well.” You sighed changing into your pajamas.

Quinn gave you a look.

“Except Judes I know.” You nodded, sighing walking over to your wife who was currently using a facial massager.

“I love her but she’s tiring.”

You nod, bringing her in your arms. You walk her over to the mattress, getting her to lay on her stomach. You straddle her thighs and begin massaging the stress away.

“Can I ask you something and you promise you won’t get upset?” She said with a muffled voice.

“What’s up buttercup?” You ask, chuckling.

“Can you not really show attention to Natasha while my mom is around?” 

“Wait what?” You asked, causing her to turn over.

“Please? I know we talked about it but…”

“What’d she say?”

“Just please for my own sake?”

“Okay.” You nod sadly before she brings you in a kiss.

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“Mom, pop, it’s time to get up!” Beth whispered. 

You and Quinn wake up with a gasp.

“Come on, come on!” She beamed holding balloons and a small wild berry muffin with a candle in it.

You and Quinn nod, getting out of bed. You stayed up all night to create Finley’s jungle themed birthday. Beth begged you both to let her do something for Fin as well. It wasn’t until Frannie suggested she start a tradition the way she had with Quinn. 

“Ready?” Beth whispered to you both at Finley’s door. You both nod with a sleepy smile.

Beth began singing happy birthday, awakening her little sister. Finley gasped with a smile. 

“Happy birthday Fin!” You all say lifting her up on your lap as you sit on the small twin sized bed.

“My boythday?” Fin yawned, leaning back in your arms.

“It sure is, love.” Quinn smiled.

“You’re 3 years old now kiddo.” You squeezed.

Quinn took her tiny hand using her fingers to show her how many she was.

“Dis many?” Fin blinked, she was so damn precious when she wakes up. 

“Hmhm, 3.” You nod.

“You have to make a wish and blow out your candle.” Beth smiled sweetly.

Finley smiled at all of you before turning towards her muffin. She closed her eyes before blowing out her candles.

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“So how did things with Tina go?” You asked Mike who was helping you with the finishing touches.

“We slept together.” Mike blushed before looking over at Tina who worked on the other side with Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes, and Sam.

“Wooow.” You grinned mouth agape in surprise. 

Mike nudged you laughing.

“So you two are gonna try things again?” You asked.

“I’m not sure we haven’t talked about it yet.”

“Oof.” 

“What about you and your little love triangle?” He smirked only for it to quickly fade. “How the fuck do you always end up in a love triangle by the way?” He pointed with a huff.

“What?!” You huffed furrowing your brows.

“Uhh hello Gabrielle Avery in high school, pretty sure there was a girl in college, and then Sersi! Oh my God I can’t believe you didn’t choose her!”

“Mike!” You glared with a huff.

“Sersi, is British - Asian…BrAsian?“

You kinked your brow.

“She loved your babies, she wanted to have your babies, crazy smart, and drop dead gorgeous. Oh and she didn’t treat you like crap.”

“Mike.” You raised your brow.

He raised his hands and then changed the subject.

“What did you and Natasha do last night?”

“Well we checked out this extreme painting with a twist place. She kissed me and then we went to a bar and this girl was on me and she kissed me again-“

“Whoa! Wait! Wait… she kissed you more than once after the photo shoot kiss?” Mike covered his mouth in shock.

“Well it wasn’t like that!”

“Hmhm.” He shook his head at you.

“It wasn’t! The second kiss was for a photo and the third was to get this handy chick off of me.”

“A likely story.” Mike smirked laughing as you nudged him. “So you did you like it?” 

“Dude.”

“Come on! I’m your best friend, just tell the truth.” He raised his brow with a cheeky grin.

“Well I mean yeah who wouldn’t enjoy kissing a woman like her.”

“Has it been weird between you two?”

You furrow your brows in thought before turning to look over at the Russian Beauty. 

⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ Meanwhile in the next yard ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ 

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, you’re telling me you made out with Y/N right in front of her wife? Then kissed her two more times?” Wanda raised her brows as she helped Natasha decorate her backyard for Finley’s party.

“You made out with Y/N?!” Laura gasped.

“I did not make out with Y/N!” Natasha chastised. “It was an innocent kiss for a photo shoot.”

Her two closest friends raised their brows.

“Uh oh, the look of shame. What happened?” Clint chuckled, bringing the slide from his home to Natasha’s pool for the party.

“Nat and Y/N made out!” Wanda let out.

“Oh shit.” He chuckled, raising his brows.

“It’s not what you think.” Laura raised her brow. “It was for a photo shoot.” She calmly explained.

“Bullshit.” He laughed. “Tasha you loved it just admit you got a thing for your neighbor. I saw the way you looked at Y/N at Tony’s party.”

“Clint shut it.” Laura rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on, it's just us, admit it you’ve got a crush.” Clint pointed.

“Fine!” Natasha huffed. “The kiss was…”

“Intoxicating?” Wanda asked.

“Magical?” Laura added.

“Addictive?” Clint shrugged.

“All of the above.” She sighed looking over at you not realizing that you were already looking at her.

You waved with a small smile and she waved back.

“Oh yeah you’re into Y/N.” Clint nodded.

“Nat, I love you, but please be careful. Y/N is married… with children.” Wanda cringed at the thought of a woman trying to come between her and Vis.

“I know.” The Russian sighed, turning back towards her task at hand. Natasha knew she shouldn’t have kissed you. She knew she would want more. She knew she would love it. She knew you’d be a great kisser, but by God if she didn’t think about the way you held her hips. The way your body tightened when she ran her hands up your abs to your chest and shoulders. The way your tongue darted against her lips before moving your lips against hers. She had to admit she wants more. She needs more.

⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ Back To You ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ 

“I mean we seem fine.” You say turning back towards Mike.

“Did Quinn make you sleep downstairs?”

“No thankfully all of this is going on.”

“So that’s how you stayed out of the dog house. Your parents and your kids saved your ass!” He cackled.

“Shut up.” You muttered. “We also talked.”

“Bullshit.”

“We did!” You whined.

“Let me guess you both had sex and you forgave her?”

“We talked!” You gruffed.

“Yeah more ‘Ohhh Yeaah’ he moaned.”

“I can’t with you anymore.” You say, shaking your head as you walked away.

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“So you guys fix things?” Santana asked her blonde friend.

“Yeah we talked.”

“Good cause it’s not fair to be upset with them.” Santana said as they stood in line.

“I know but what if Y/N enjoyed it? What if they-“

“Stop. You have to trust Y/N. You’re going to drive yourself mad.”

“I just know that look Natasha gave Y/N. That’s the ‘I wanna run away with you and have your babies’ look.”

“So what? Let her look. It’s you that Y/N is married too. It’s you she sleeps with at night.”

“Did you tell Y/N Berry kissed you?”

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“Come through here you all can set up in the back.” 

Natasha looks up hearing you speaking to the petting zoo people. She smiles as you jolt back from a python hanging from the zookeeper’s shoulders.

“Jeez!!” You yelped as the snake’s head came towards you.

“Aww don’t worry he’s a sweetheart.” The snake wrangler chuckled.

“He can’t get loose and eat my daughters right?” You gulped.

“What’s wrong Y/L/N?” Laura teased smirking from Nat’s backyard.

“You scared of a little snake?” Natasha smirked looking over from her backyard fixing a giant inflatable gorilla.

“Little?l” you huffed, turning your head seeing Steve wave as he walked through the entrance of the backyard. “Thanks again Steve, you're a lifesaver.” You grinned as the ex-military man brought over his brand new grill.

“Of course Y/N any time!” He paused looking around at all of your friends putting up decorations. It was now 1100 and he knew the party was supposed to go on at 1300. 

“Oh my God that man.” Mercedes and Kurt fanned themselves looking at Steve Rogers from where they were working.

“Wow. Just look at his butt.” Kurt sighed, earning a glare from Blaine. 

“I’m sorry hunny but he’s got back.”

“Okay. Chill.” Sam scoffed at his girlfriend.

“Is anyone getting a little bit of a gay vibe from him?” Artie furrowed his brow tilting his head squinting. “No? Just me?”

“His gaydar is better than mine.” Blaine shrugged with a smirk.

⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ Meanwhile ⧗ ⧗ ⧗ ⧗

“Uhh… you want some help?” Steve asked with a sweet smile.

“I mean I wouldn’t turn it down.” You chuckled. “As you can see I'm a little over my head.”

“I never leave a soldier behind.” He quirked his brow, placing on an apron. “I’ve got the food pal. You go do what you need to do.”

You nodded as he began setting up shop. You looked around and everything was nearly finished. The theme of the party is Young Wild & Three; jungle theme using The Wild Thornberrys and Tarzan as inspiration. 

The booths were up, the makeshift obstacle course Natasha dubbed Swingin’ From The Threes. You and your father created it completed with a ball pit, zip line, and a treehouse. All you had left to do was change and get Finley’s outfit ready. 

“I think we’re done.” Quinn said, walking up to you.

“I’ll call my parents.” Your parents had taken the girls and Arlo out so you could surprise Finley.

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Once the birthday girl arrived you got her in her outfit and covered her eyes before going outside.

“Papa can’t see. Papa!” Finley huffed before pulling at your hands. You dropped them just as all of your family and friends jumped out saying happy birthday.

You beamed down at your daughter's face seeing her surprised and joyful expression.

She clapped her hands beaming at everyone. “It’s my boythday! I’m this many!” She shouted holding up 3 tiny fingers.

Everyone laughed and cheered.

“Whoa!” She gasped pointing to her brand new treehouse and presents. “Mine? Those ones too?” 

“Yes sweet girl.” Quinn cooed.

“Happy birthday Fin.” You both say.

“Papa down please.” She wiggles in your arms wanting to get down. Soon the party is in full swing. The kids are running around going through the obstacles and booths you all set up.

Finley was running around with Nate and Arlo on either side of her.

“Natty look!” Finley gasps, tugging her hand pointing at her treehouse.

“It’s awesome Finny!”

“It’s my boythday.” She smiled.

“Yes it is moi sladosti.” 

“Auntie Nat!” Nate smiled, hugging her legs.

“Well hello moy krasivyy.” She smiled crouching down to kiss his head.

“Fin come on, let's see the animals!” Beth grinned pointing towards the petting zoo.

Fin gasped running towards Beth and the animals with Nate and Arlo close behind.

“Thanks for helping me with all this.” You say walking up to Natasha making sure your mother in law was nowhere in sight.

“Of course. Look at how happy she is! How happy all of them are.” She smiled looking from your girls to the rest of the kids on the block.

“Nat?” She turns back towards you. “We’re good, right?”

“Of course we are, why wouldn't we be?” She smiled, pinching your arm.

“Cool.” You smiled trying to move your arm away from her.

“How’s Quinn?” She asked.

“She’s better now.” You blush looking over at your wife bashfully who was speaking with the hobbit- Rachel.

“Well she doesn’t look like she wants to rip my head off anymore.” Natasha smirked.

“Yeah I’m sorry about that.” You cringed.

“You’ve really got to stop apologizing for your wife.” Natasha said softly.

“I know.” You sighed.

“It’s okay you can make it up to me with a kiss.” She smirked watching you blush. “I’m kidding Y/N.” 

“I know that.” You chuckled.

“So Beth’s birthday is in June, Fin’s is August, and yours is?” The redhead raised her brow.

“Late September.” You grinned.

“You’re gonna be?”

“28.” You nodded, taking a sip from your drink. “When’s yours?”

“December 3rd.” She smiles before taking a swig of her drink. You can’t help but notice the way her lips look against the bottle. Causing you to remember the way the kiss felt.

“Winter baby.” You smiled, shaking your weird intruding thoughts. “Scratch that; a Russian Winter baby. Did your parents wrestle a bear to have you?” You cringed immediately. “Nope; you’re adopted and your parents are gone. Ahh. I’m sorry Nat.”

“Y/N.” She chuckled, laying her hand on your shoulder. “Relax. I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I thought it was funny. Don’t let the kiss mess what we have up.” 

“Kisses.” You elaborated with a blush.

“Right kisses.” She nods looking away from your lips. “I see your dad and Tony are going down memory lane.” 

You turn to see your dad laughing along with Tony both holding each other for support.

“Looks like it.” You chuckled.

“Did you talk to Quinn about his job offer?”

“Not yet.” You sighed.

“Y/N.” Natasha looked frustrated with you.

“I will.”

“Please do.”

“Y/N.” You turn, hearing your mother in law.

“Yes Judes?” You smile.

“Your wife needs help with the food.”

“Oh?” You furrowed your brows before heading off.

Judy smiled at the redhead who watched you run inside. “Why hello dear, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Judy, Quinn’s mother.”

“Nice to meet you Judy, I'm Natasha, their neighbor.” She smiled pointing to the house with the pool before reaching out to shake her hand.

“Oh, do you live alone?” Judy asked, clearing clocking her wedding ring.

“Oh no my husband Bruce-”

“Oh so you’re married?”

“It’ll be 3 years in less than 6 months.” The redhead responded understanding where Judy is going with this.

“Oh well that's lovely dear. So since you have a husband you’ll leave my daughter’s alone?”

Natasha looked taken back. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me correctly, dear.”

“I-” Natasha felt like a fish out of water. She didn’t think Judy would just say it so bluntly.

“I’ve seen women like you. Stay away from my family.”

“Hey Nat! Judes!” Brittany smiled walking up with her wife Santana.

“Oh hello Brittany Santana!” Judy hugged both girls. “I’m going to go get me a plate.”

“We figured you needed saving.” Santana smirked.

“You were right to assume. I’m pretty sure she just called me whore without calling me a whore, and told me to leave Y/N alone.” Natasha laughed in disbelief.

“Yup that’s Judy Fabray fo ya.” Santana sighed.

Natasha couldn’t help but wonder how Quinn’s childhood was. No wonder she is the way that she is.

“Don’t take anything she says to heart.” Brittany shook her head, waving her off. “Her ex husband- Quinn’s father cheated on her for years until he finally left her. That was when she started talking to Quinn again.”

“Ahh I see.” Natasha nodded.

Santana began laughing hysterically seeing Kurt and Blaine covered in ketchup and mustard.

“Poncho!” Kurt cried pointing to the mess all over his rain poncho.

Next Chapter

[marwhoa]

heyyyyy marlowe (this is tmntxthings) c; i humbly request a rise leo x reader, g/n or fem is cool~ something along the lines of a meet cute! like saving the reader from danger (villains or natural accidents, etc) and one of them (up to you) becomes absolutely smitten with the other and just has to meet again but howwwww?! (also up to you hehe) lmk if you need more details <3

🝮 “ the chair-ry on top “

rise!leo x reader

author’s note: my first request and post !! so excited !! i hope that it is an enjoyable read, albeit a tad bit long uwu 💕 if you have any criticisms, please dm them instead of commenting so i can avoid embarrassment <3 thank you guys, also if you manage to catch my favorite little story hint with a particular flower, i’ll give you a kiss on the noggin, thank you !!

word count: 2.5k

With a groggy start-up, Y/N rose up with shaky, fatigued arms. Their memory was foggy—where were they? Was this place real? Rubbing their eyes in hopes of the view changing to a more realistic one, a shiver went down their spine as their eyes soaked in the view of what could only be described as straight out of a fantasy book. Around them stood towering mushrooms, illuminating the “ forest “ in a heavenly, soothing blue. There was a gentle, rhythmic drip … drop … drip … drop … as the luminescent fluids slipped from the gills of the mushroom caps. Much too late had Y/N noticed the droplet plunging towards them, as it plipped upon their nose. It stirred an “ eep ! “ of surprise as they scrambled to their feet, gazing upon the spongy ground that had a translucent yellow fog rolling down its hills.

Following it would bring their gaze up to what looked like New York at night—a lively, bustling city full of neon lights, the incoherent ambiance of chattering crowds, and the occasional bird-like creature crossing the “ sky “.  Raising their gaze up, the ceiling would have looked like a midnight sky, had the glint of the city’s lights not appeared upon one of many stalactites reaching downwards. There appeared to be . . .  clouds? There were clouds rolling along the top? Surely this was the inside of a cave, no? Y/N looked around for its walls, seeing nothing but the mushrooms.

That, and what they swore was a figure leaping out of sight.

. . .

What?

Their heart seemed to plummet in their chest, as though rolling down this very hill beside them, into the faux New York below. With a heavy footstep backward, pivot on their heel, and a quick speed down the hill, Y/N found themselves breathing as fast as their feet carried them away.

Okay, quick, how did we get here? Let’s try to think. Where is here? Where were you before you opened your eyes?

Oh!

That’s easy, you had been on your way home from a spur-of-the-moment run to the jewelry store. A few days prior, there had been a brooch of a flower sitting out on display that caught your eye. That night, you thought about it, imagining yourself adorning it as a nice add-on to compliment your look. The following days, you would gaze upon it, holding your breath while whispering softly to yourself, “ I don’t need it, I really don’t. “

Today, however, was different. You lingered much too long while gazing adoringly upon the stunning flower; and the store clerk locked their eyes upon the next target, you. They wasted no time in selling you on just how much of a treasure this little oleander brooch was, from its gorgeous white petals to its slick gold clip. With starry eyes, you headed out the doors with it, and a pocketed receipt. A little chime of the doors was all that you could recall before suddenly you are brought back to reality—or at least, what you think is reality.

Right, focus, don’t want to trip.

Y/N’s steps slowed down as their gaze carried upwards to the gates in the distance, where “ Hidden City ” was etched boldly into the decorative gate, designed in a weathered rusty green. Their eyes lowered from the gates, towards the paths in front of them that went down different roads with all kinds of shops lining the way. That, and with all kinds of different …. Creatures? There was no way this was a dream, but how else could they make sense of what was laid out in front of them? Beings, some more humanoid than others, others more animal-like than a few, and plenty who couldn’t be described by anything other than alien and otherworldly.

Their breath hitched as they quickly stepped off their path, back thumping against a luminescent mushroom. Its blue gunk shlopped down around them in a crescent shape, as if acting as the barrier keeping everything else away from them.

This was NOT New York, and something deep down was gnawing at you, wondering if you were even still on Earth. Remember, please, what happened after you bought that brooch?

Retrace your steps, please. You were heading home, right? Down the street, you would have noticed how quiet the roads were getting if it weren’t for the brooch!

Wait, the brooch, where is it?

With a quick patting down of their body, Y/N’s eyes rested upon it attached snugly to their chest, like it belonged there all this time. Upon gazing at it, the last most crucial memory returned to them, albeit too late as ivory claws laid upon their shoulder. The world slowed down as the scene flashed through their mind’s eye.

While walking home, the brooch had your attention so well that a hand jutting out from the wall went completely unnoticed. You phased straight through it, plummeting down as a wooden monster was demanding you “ Hand it over! Give it to me! “. This would have been more important to you, had there not been one OTHER very important factor.

The monster that you were currently falling with was some kind of chair? No seriously. Imagine a regular wooden chair, now the back of the chair? Get this, bulging sharp eyes glowing a sickly green that seared their gaze into your frame. And the seat, which was unhinged—split in half like a mouth, revealing spiraling rows of teeth.

From there, your memory ended. Probably because you had quite literally passed out.

And, if you’re curious, it’s these very same mushrooms that cushioned your fall. Make sure to thank them!

But never mind that, Y/N blinked the thoughts away as the ivory chair’s mouth slowly inched from behind the mushroom’s tree-like stem. Blood was draining from their face and their stomach was beginning to twist as the blood was rushing elsewhere in their body, prepping them for what any sane, rational person would do.

Book it.

And book it, they did, as Y/N barreled through the city’s gates and down one particularly bustling road. Had they not been running for what they assumed was their life, then the different beings that they whisked and shoved past would have been more frightening. There were birdlike figures, squawking angrily at having been bumped into. A figure who seemed to be elflike scoffed and squinted, and someone who looked sort of like something out of the set of Predator squealed as they dove out of Y/N’s way.

In fact, there was even a fellow who was rather turtle-like that stumbled forward a few steps, ready to say, “ Hey, watch it! “ but held his tongue and gave out a rather disgusted gyiuuu as what he would describe as some dog-chair hybrid hauled it after you. He gave a glance to his brothers ahead of him, calling out to say, “ Hey, guys, heroing needed down Aisle Thattaway? ”

Alas, his call fell upon deafened ears as he watched them continue on, hollering about a mystic ice cream shop that sold the absolute best crème puffs, and oh my lord was this particular gentleman nearly drooling at the mouth—

Focus! Heroing time!

Y/N took a wrong turn, slowing down with a curse under their breath as a wall met them. This was the end? THIS? In Not-New-York, chased by a hungry chair, after one wrong turn? Devastated, they turned and pressed their back flat against the wall as their assailant wasted no time in closing the gap between them. With breath the stench of molding wood, their bottom lip quivered as the creature demanded again, “ Give it to me! “, reaching its bleached claws towards their brooch.

…

The brooch? This was what they’d die for? Amidst the breakdown of tears rolling down flushed cheeks and thoughts running a mile a second, Y/N failed to notice the twirling blue tails as someone whisked their body away from danger.

    “ Is that a monster CHAIR? I might need to sit down for this one. “

joked your knight in shining . . . turtle shell? Bandana? You’re kidding, right? And, was that a joke he cracked? Now? With a choked-out laugh, you roughly wiped the tears from your eyes, peering over to see if the monster was charging toward you already.

Except, just before you could get a good look, your knight quickly reached out and tugged you against his plastron. Dazed, your gaze rose to catch him grinning confidently, ear to e . . . well, that’s awkward.

Anyways, Y/N was held securely as the blue-banded turtle dove out of the charging furniture’s path, skidding to a stop as he let go of his protectee to pull out both swords, all while maintaining the cocky smirk.

    “ This is an interesting seat-uation! “

The knight joked, twirling his ōdachi in his hands. He was a second away from bursting forward when a giggle from behind him put everything to a halt. Had someone just laughed at his joke? Why did it make his heart flip? A growling from a few paces in front of him pulled him back as he shot towards the wall, using it to propel himself towards the creature with his blades drawn. A flash of blue glinted in his eyes as they phased through the creature, his feet landing on the ground and pivoting, slashing a circle under their feet instantly.

    “ Me? Tiring myself out when I could portal you away? These swords really are the chair-ry on top with annoying enemies. “

As the monster dropped through the swirling pools of sky-blue magic, the red-slider turtle’s attention jolted back to Y/N who sputtered out laughter again,

    “ It’s not even tha-that fu, funihihi—funny! “

He watched as your frame lowered to the ground, laughing at his own joke. You were laughing far too hard at all of these jokes—maybe it was the shock? The situation? Or, maybe you just know how to appreciate a good joke when you hear it! Little tears were pricking in your eyes as a shadow crept upon you. Looking up, it was none other than your hero, holding a hand out to you.

    “ Well, well, wood you look at this? See, I told them I’m the funny one! “

His hand waited until yours reached out, accepting the help up. And when it did, he swore his heart had flipped yet again; though, if that were because of your hand gently taking his or the way light seemed to dance in your eyes, glazed over from tears his jokes caused? Now, that was anyone’s guess. They were mesmerizing, no, HYPNOTIZING him, like someone was swaying a watch in front of him. In fact, it captivated him so thoroughly that he had missed your question.

    “ Do what now? “

    “ I said, your name, what is your name? And do you know where I am? “

With that, he felt a heat flushing his face, tinting his cheeks a darker hue of green.

    “ Right, right, Leo, Leonardo! And right now you’re in the—“

Leo held his tongue, looking down the path before leaning into your space.

    “ You, uh . . .  Aren’t a yokai, are you? “

His eyes were scanning your frame, lingering on the brooch for a second as a particular someone he knew appeared in his head.

You, however, seemed to shrink a bit under his gaze. Is that what these creatures were? Supernatural? Those things were real, and that was something you needed to wrap your head around. Leo, standing in front of you, was he a yokai, too? What was that one creature you heard about once, a kappa? No, was that a frog or a turtle?

    “ What? No; no, I’m human, I was. . .  DRAGGED down here, by that-that thing! The one you single-handedly took out? What was that anyways? Is it—“

Your eyes went behind him, where the swirly blue magic once was but had long since closed in on itself.

    “ Is it gone? “

    “ That yokai? Of course, do you doubt my skills? “

His smile turned from cheeky to soft kindness as your gaze seemed to turn sheepish. Something inside him wanted to impress you more as he twirled his swords again, opening a portal in front of you both. Your face reflected a mixture of wonder and a bit of fear, but he was quick to deflect that with a “ Relax, it’s not coming back through. “ Wonder remained as you reached out towards the portal, feeling it tingle your fingertips like the faintest of electricity.

    “ If you’re human, then this place really isn’t something for you to know about. So, I’ll get you back home. Coming? “

His hand was extended to Y/N again. With a clear conscious now, they were now able to see that this sir had only three fingers. The comfort of this hand-holding was questioned as they accepted his hand, but the thought quickly dissipated as Leo tugged them into his chest. He glanced away for a second, making a sound like clearing his throat, and Y/N almost swore they noticed a blush dusting his cheeks, only to then be enveloped with the tingling of electric kisses as the portal passed over their body.

It was night now, and as they stepped out into a lonely alley, Leo came to a skidding stop as he let his plus-one step away and look around.

When you turned back to him, the look on your face was a sucker punch to the chest leaving him breathless. He found himself selfishly wanting to see you again, not letting you go to become another nameless face in the New York crowds. The way your eyes gazed upon him with a gratitude he never expected a human to give him, a smile that had laughed and jokes he made, and the way the moon draped your skin with a glow that could mean nothing more than “ this is the world’s beloved treasure “, it all swirled him up as his hand quickly grabbed your arm when you turned to leave.

    “ Wait! I save you and you can’t spare your name? Maybe I should give you my number, y’know, in case you want to be a ‘damsel in distress’ “

He gave a cocky smile, laced with nervousness he hoped you wouldn’t catch. Whether you did or not, he wouldn’t know as your lips quirked up into a playful “ how dare you? “

    “ I did tell you, you just weren’t listening! “

With a gust of wind swirling around you both, a pretty leaf flew by. It was caught by Leo who twirled it betwixt his fingers.

    “ No, I do not be-leaf you did? “

He gestured to the leaf, hoping it would make you laugh, and then brightened up at the promised music that slipped your lips despite your trying to hold it back.

    “ Fine, fine, I’m Y/N, here. “

You handed your phone over, letting him input his information a tad bit too enthusiastically.

He turned your phone back, smirking as he opened a portal with a swift swipe.

    “ Catch you on the flip side! “

With that, he leaped backward into the portal. You were impressed, shaking your head at finding that humorous.

Unbeknown to you, that portal led straight into his brothers who were quite unhappy to have their brother suddenly drop—no, quite literally THUD— upon their table of yummy crème puffs.

Yes, he would be buying more. No, he would not be allowed to have any.

Was it worth it, at the thought of you possibly laughing when he was gone?

Totally.

[dearheartofmars]

Anything but Ale

“Teaching is really fascinating.”

Hob gestured at the papers on the small table in front of them. “It helps me remember my past and try to help the world not repeat the worst of its own.” His face dropped for a second, guilt flashing in his eyes, before he looked at Dream, smiling again. “Young people are the future, my future if I think about it too much. They are good kids, smarter than I’ll ever be.”

Dream could not help the smile that formed on his face; seeing Hob, his friend, after so long brought forth a surge of emotion. Dream could easily imagine Hob in front of a classroom, hands waving animatedly as he discussed historical lessons, inspiring young minds. He really had changed for the better, and yet he was still the same man Dream had met six centuries ago.

“That Shakespeare! The poet,” Hob’s eyes met Dream’s own for just a second, sharp and intense before softening again, “you remember. We have to talk about him every new term. Five centuries and not forgotten; it’s quite amazing.”

Dream only nodded, guilt of his past weighing heavy. He had left Hob for Shakespeare, much like he left Hob at every one of their meetings. Hob’s smile fell as his eyes looked down; he leaned back in his seat, running a nervous hand through his hair.

“Anyway, I actually wanted to apologize.”

“You need not—” Dream began.

“No, I do need to.” He hesitated before taking a deep breath and continuing. ”Our last meeting I— I made assumptions about you, about your feelings instead of asking you. I didn’t need to be so presumptuous, you deserve better than that.” Hob's eyes settled on the table in front of him. As if he was worried that Dream would be gone when he looked up again.

“I accept your apology, my friend, but I too should apologize for that night,” Dream spoke sincerely, leaning towards Hob. “You were correct, and while I was caught unawares by your words, I should not have left in such a way. You too deserve better.”

Hob smiled gently, meeting Dream’s eyes before resting his hands on the table. Dream took a moment to take in Hob’s appearance. He looked comfortable, younger somehow than he had before; this century suited him. The silence continued and Dream realized he was staring, snapping his eyes back to Hob’s own. When their eyes met, Hob had a soft, puzzled look on his face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, instead let his chin fall, frowning at his hands.

“May I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” 

Hob’s worry was tangible and Dream desperately wanted to reassure him, to show that he would not run away. He reached over and placed his hand on Hob’s own. Hob’s deep brown eyes snapped back to Dream’s .

“Please, ask.”

“Could you tell me your name?” Hob’s worried expression melted and a hopeful glow replaced it. 

“Dream.” He paused, feeling another twinge of guilt for making Hob wait so long for one word. “I have many names, but those closest to me know me as Dream.”

“Dream,” Hob whispered, wonder in his voice, beaming at him. ”Thank you, I will be glad not to have to call you ‘My Stranger’ anymore.” A blush formed on the tips of his ears.

“Your Stranger?” Dream teased, though he was pleased with the title. Hob’s Stranger.

“Well, you have been the only constant in my very long life, and in that time I have never met another being like you. I treasure our meetings.” He was looking down at the table again, blush now creeping up his neck; a strand of hair had fallen forward, hiding Hob’s face. Dream felt a sharp pang of affection, reaching up and tucking the hair behind Hob’s ear. His fingers [passed] idly down to his friend's chin, raising Hob’s face so their eyes met again. Dream let his hand fall back onto the table, his eyes following, surprised by his forward behavior.

“I too treasure our meetings, Hob, more than you know.”

“May I ask you one more question?” Hob asked breathlessly, “Again, you don't have to answer.” Dream looked up at Hob through his lashes.

“You may ask more if it pleases you.” Hob’s eyes brightened.

“May we meet more often than once a century? It doesn’t have to be very often, but I would like to know you better, my friend.”

“Aye, we may.” They shared a smile, Hob reaching to place his hand on Dream’s hand, squeezing gently.

“You said I could ask a few more questions?” It was more of a statement than a question. Dream only nodded, not sure what to expect. “May I get you a drink?”

If he could blush, Dream would be tomato red. He was reminded of their meeting in 1789; he had wanted to accept Hob’s invitation, but his pride had not allowed him. He would not make that mistake again.

“Yes.” He winced slightly, remembering the last human drink he had at the White Horse Inn. “Anything but ale.”

Looking a little confused, Hob nodded then raised his hand to the bartender. Dream watched him fondly, settling into his chair. He would stay as long as Hob wanted. 

[undead-merman]

How do you think Yandere Dragon Lucifer would react to finding out that his Darling escaped while he was hibernating?

Yandere dragon Lucifer Darling escapes during hibernation with GN-Reader SFW

Preparing for hibernation

The colder months are problematic for him. The cold chills him to the bone; larger prey has settled in for the winter; lakes freeze over, preventing fishing; and even then, it can make him immobile if he tries. 

So he settles down. He's collecting blankets for his darling to sleep in; only the softest and most plush for you. He also gathers some food, and he’s prepared wine and some wonderful foods for you. Barbatos will be delivering food each day for you until he wakes up. 

He does tell you what’s going on and what his intentions are. If you’d always been wary or had made attempts at running away before, he’d pulled you to the side with a smile, that smile that you know all too well, a threatening toothy grin that is filled with terrifying points. He’s holding your chin in a tight grip, telling you to be good and stay put. He'll even reward you. What is it? You'll have to be good to find out. 

If you've been good and looking for a good chance to run, he doesn’t suspect a thing. Happily asking you what items you may want or need. He smiles every time he offers you a new pajama set. 

Settling down

He sleeps in his human form. He's able to keep himself warmer in this form and cuddle you close. He has furs from rare creatures and the warmest bed amongst his nest for the two of you. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you, trapping you in his arms. 

He tells you that you are allowed to wander around the hoard, but come sleep with him. Your warmth is pleasing to him, and your scent keeps him at ease. 

It takes him a long time to get to sleep. He even drinks a relaxing herbal blend with you to make sure you pass out with him. 

But at least he's now sleeping so heavily that you could scream your lungs out right next to his ear and he wouldn't wake up. It pisses you off at how confident he is just sleeping there, like you'll just stay put. You let his hand fall onto his own face a few times as a petty revenge. 

And you finally put your plans in motion and run, run from the nightmare you have been caged in for so long. to finally be free. 

Finding you missing

Lucifer slowly sits up in his bed, already frowning at how cold he was. His tail flopping lightly on the bed, wishing you were laid out next to him. 

He rubs his eyes and calls out your name as he fits his gloves back on. He's groggy after such a long sleep. When he doesn't get a response, he gets up and drags himself around looking for you. 

In the first five minutes, he's too tired, just lazily walking around yelling out your name, but before long,the drowsiness vaporizes in an instant. He angrily calls out as he sniffs the air. Your scent is long gone and he fumes. He can feel his scales forming and prickling against his flesh and smoke coming out of his wrenched jaw. 

How dare you. His wings are spread out wide. He's shaking before he slowly starts to smile. No matter, he'll get his darling back. He always gets his treasures back. So he follows your scent. Even if it's old, he knows your scent anywhere. He knows it better than anyone else. He'll find you.  

Bringing you home

He sniffs out your scent and quickly lands right in front of you, regardless of what you're doing. Gone home to your family, he rips through the wall. Back at your old job, he flies through the ceiling. With your partner, he sets the place alight. 

He smiles and tells you it's time to go home now. This smile is one of the most irate you've ever seen. His scales and more draconic features are showing and his fang filled smile is leaking fire and black smoke from his twitching lips. Even his wings are trembling from barely contained anger. 

Hope that no one tries to come to your aid, they will drop before they can get another word in. Blood covers the walls and everything around where they once stood. 

He takes slow steps towards you, holding out his hands. You have one last chance. Go with him willingly and take a punishment, or try to run and face one of the worst punishments he can think of. Nothing to maim or hurt you. But enough to break you so you'll never leave him, or think of leaving him again. 

No matter what, he'll have you over his shoulder as he's flying back home, grinning from ear to ear. 

[twirlyeyebrows]

Full Circle (Law X Fem Reader)

♡ Tags: Reader has the Nagi-Nagi no Mi (Corazón's devil fruit), Implied Law x Reader but not explicit, not necessarily romance but not not romance?, Some angst, Hopeful Ending, I might end up adding more to this story & making it longer (and romantic) ... who knows

♡ Content Warnings: N/A

♡ Word/Chapter Count: 4.4k & 1/? i'm open to continuing this story if anyone is interested, otherwise i'm going to keep it just one chapter

♡ Summary: You're left stranded on an island and your only hope is the terrifying man that is Trafalgar Law. Luckily, you get his attention because of your devil fruit. But what could possibly be so special about a fruit that just makes things quiet?

♡ a/n: i've had the idea of making a story where the reader has cora's df for a while so i'm glad to finally have executed it! hope you enjoy <3

“Come on! Just hear me out!” You yelled at the man who was walking away from you. “I don't have anywhere to go, I have no idea where my crew’s gone… I can't stay on this wasteland of an island forever! Please just listen!” You were screaming at the top of your lungs.

The short time you spent on that island had been… interesting to say the least. Interesting was a horrendous understatement. A better word would be devastating.

Your crew had thrown you overboard on some random island you'd never seen. End of story, essentially.

All had been fine on the ship until you ate that devil fruit. That damned fruit.

It wasn't your fault that in the darkness you couldn't tell it apart from the normal fruits in the kitchen. It was your crew’s fault for putting it there in the first place.

Apparently, there was a certain pirate group trying to get their hands on it. Something about someone named “Joker”. You didn't understand and frankly, you didn't care. The point was, you had cost your crew an insane amount of money just by taking a bite of something that didn't even taste good.

You didn't feel like you should've been kicked off the ship for that but your captain had decided otherwise.

You were at the height of your emotions. Things couldn't have gotten much worse at this point. You had no crew, no money, nowhere to go, and no clue where you were. Your ex-mates hadn't even bothered to take you back home, they just dropped you at the nearest dock, gave you a menacing glare, and said “good luck”.

All you had was a shred of dignity and these new powers which weren't even cool.

You couldn't go back out in the Grand Line alone, you knew that. You didn't have a death wish. If anything, you lived to feel the current of the sea and experience the adventure of battle. That's the whole reason you sought out to be a pirate in the first place- the adventure.

Chasing a man who you recognized as a member of the Worst Generation wasn't the kind of adventure you'd imagined. At least, you hadn't imagined being dependent on his kindness.

It seemed like a stroke of luck as well as a cruel punishment by the universe. You just so happened to spot a pirate who you knew to have an incredibly impressive bounty, which was the lucky part. The downside was that the pirate happened to be Trafalgar Law. Perhaps the craziest, weirdest, and most unhinged man you'd ever heard of. You didn't want to believe the stories people told you about him. Could he really take peoples’ hearts out and keep them beating? The image in your mind made your stomach feel queasy.

Despite this, you had no choice. You needed to get off this island and an opportunity had presented itself through him. If you were able to somehow get aboard his ship for just enough time to get to a familiar area, that could be life-changing. You could find a new crew, a new ship, a new pile of treasure… hopefully. You could start a new life once you arrived, but you'd have to work to get there.

You'd been following him for a good few minutes now.

“I'm sorry to ask this, I really am, I swear! I don't want to be a burden but my crew is gone and I don't know where I am! Please just help me for a little bit. I just need a lift to a place I know.” You'd been repeating things along the same lines the entire time. Maybe if you reiterated yourself enough times, you'd be able to get through to him.

The man in the yellow hoodie finally stopped his pacing away and turned to face you. His deep charcoal hair frayed out under his fuzzy hat just enough to show the exasperated look in his eyes.

“I have no reason to help you, find your own way home.” He spoke to you in the dullest tone you'd ever heard. Yikes, he really was how people described him.

“I can help on your ship! I-I can do chores, I can navigate! Anything you want from me, please.” You pleaded as if your life depended on it. At this point, you felt like it did.

He looked at you with a blank stare. You weren't getting through to him at all. He stared at you like he was pondering if he should kill you now to stop your pestering.

“How do I know you're not an enemy? For all I know, you could be a bounty hunter or a navy infiltrator.” He spat, already making up his mind that you weren't someone who could be trusted.

You sighed and took in the sounds of birds all around you. You tried to imagine yourself living here. At the rate you were convincing this man right now, it was looking like that might become a reality. At least the ambiance of the nature surrounding you was pleasant noise.

You thought to yourself for a moment, trying to think of a way you could prove yourself. Suddenly, you remembered the horrors you'd heard.

“Oh! Uh, you can like, take hearts out and keep them alive and stuff, right? You can take my heart! Keep it until I get off your ship!” You sprung your hands out as you got more desperate. Why couldn't you have run into someone with a little more compassion? You felt like you were trying to persuade a brick wall.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and folded his arms.

“So you know who I am?” He said suavely, tapping his hand against his sword.

“Only a little bit. I've seen your name, I know you're worth a lot and I know you're powerful. That's why I know you can help me. Please! I'm begging you.” You argued your case but at this point, it seemed useless. There was nothing else you had left to prove, or so you thought until the pirate spoke out again.

“And what if you slow us down? You said your crew kicked you off, correct? That's not exactly something I want to hear from a guest on my submarine.” He looked you up and down, judging you from head to toe.

You swore if he wasn't your only lifeline right now, you would've kicked his ass for that glare.

“I didn't get kicked off because I was weak! I just… god, this is embarrassing…” You mumbled as you put your face in one of your palms. How were you supposed to explain what happened without sounding like a fool? Still, lying could get you killed, and you'd rather not have that happen. “I accidentally ate a devil fruit. It wasn't my fault though! I didn't mean to!” You rambled.

Law watched dumbfoundedly. You knew he was calling you an idiot in his mind.

“B-But I'm a power user now! If you let me on your ship I can help fight! Well, I can't really fight with it I guess, but I'm sure I'll figure something out!” You explained every detail of your idea. You felt that even leaving out one point of why you could be of service could lead to your demise, so you listed them all.

Clearly, the man in front of you was not a huge fan of people who talk too much. His annoyed stare continued as he let you tire yourself out.

“Maybe I can't fight with my powers but I can at least guarantee you'll have the best sleep of your life! I know that sounds weird bu-” Your words were interrupted by Law’s instant expression change.

His eyes grew a little wider, his mouth hung open ever so slightly, and he took a few steps towards you.

“What'd you just say?” He whispered, pointing a finger toward you as he stepped closer. He was now about a yard away from you. He was scarier up close than he was from afar.

You feared for your life at this moment. You watched him make unyielding eye contact as a shadow was cast over his eyes.

Did you say something wrong? Was it really that weird? You thought it was a little hypocritical for him to be saying your power was weird when he takes organs out for fun, but whatever.

“Uhm. I said that I can guarantee you'll have the best sleep of your life… It's odd, I know! But-” Once again the captain cut you off. You were getting tired of that.

“Show me.” He stated. His voice was dim with a hint of desperation, it only made your heart thump more.

“What?” You exclaimed. “Why are you so interested in me all of the sudden? I know I'm trying to plead my case but I'm getting a little nervous now.” You let out a weak chuckle as you took a small step back. What was he planning? Why had he instantly become fixated on you? Was it something about your devil fruit? It must've been.

You debated whether to prove yourself or not. A normal person would've just asked normally or not even bothered at all, but Law was acting without restraint. He wasn't asking to see your powers, he was demanding.

Should you be trusting a man with the type of reputation he has? Maybe you should've thought all this through before rushing after him and begging for his help.

You figured you didn't have a choice. This man could kill you in an instant if he wanted to. It didn't help that you'd been following him around as he was trying to get back to his ship. Not only following him but praying for him to allow you to house there for a few days.

If you wanted any chance at this new start, you’d have to trust this man and go along with his orders.

“Uh.. okay, hold on. I'm still new at this, I don't know much but I can do this…” You spoke in an almost whisper. Your voice was so hushed it could barely be heard. You were frightened beyond belief right now.

Law watched with much intent. He seemed as though he were on the edge of his seat, this was the most emotion you'd seen out of him thus far. You were dying to know what had him so intrigued. You thought about how you might be able to use this to your advantage.

You put two fingers together and took a deep breath as you chanted “Silent!”, snapping your fingers as you said the word. A thin sheen of purple flooded the space around you and Law. You stopped it from expanding any farther than around just the two of you. You wanted to conserve energy in case you ended up needing to fight the man trapped in silence with you.

The sounds from the outside world died out. There wasn't a single noise that could be heard from beyond this bubble, and you knew that nobody would be able to hear you guys either. Perhaps that's something you should explain to Law before he starts assuming things.

“I ate the Nagi-Nagi no Mi. I can make anything qui-” Once again, you'd been interrupted. This time by Law clearing his throat and turning his face away from you. When was he going to stop chiming in? Didn't he have any sense of manners?

He took a deep breath and paused before saying anything to you. This whole situation left you utterly confused. Just as you were about to proceed, the man spoke.

“Fine.” He said with the softest you'd ever heard.

“What?” You asked in complete shock.

“You can come aboard my ship, hurry up.” The man’s words were rude but his voice cracked as he spoke. It sounded as if he were on the verge of tears.

What could've possibly changed his mind so fast?

You didn't have time to think about it right now. You could only agree and follow Law onto the Polar Tang.

“Thank you, oh my god! Thank you so much! I promise I won't drag you down!" He didn't say anything to you in response. He simply kept walking towards his ship, making sure to stay a bit ahead of you at all times. His head stayed tipped down, staring at the ground as he trudged his way back. Something was off about him but you knew it wasn't your place to ask.

It had been a few days since that occurrence happened. Life among the Heart Pirates had been wonderful. You got to meet the crew and to your surprise, most of you guys were getting along great! You took a special liking to Bepo, a polar bear mink who was all too excited to be your friend. Two boys named Penguin and Shachi had made your stay a blast, as well. You were sad that your time on this ship was nearly up, you had enjoyed growing close to everyone here.

Everyone except for the captain himself.

Anytime you came in contact with Law, he seemed like a different person from the one you'd heard about all these years. You had expected him to be rude and judgmental, you even thought he'd go through with taking your heart out, but he didn't.

He was quite the opposite, at least around you. He wasn't necessarily nice but he hadn't done anything to prove the rumors you heard true. Most of the time, he threw questioning looks at you or stared at you while deep in thought. He'd barely said even a few words to you but you knew in his mind he was writing speeches. You were curious, of course, but you knew how to respect someone’s privacy so you didn't budge.

That is until the fourth day of your stay on the submarine.

You were sitting in the kitchen with Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi- your newfound best pirate friends. Since you'd gotten to know these three, you had said a lot of information about yourself in exchange for information about them. Nothing detrimental, you were all still pirates after all, but little things like stories from the sea and transponder snail contacts to keep in touch. At that moment, you were talking about your guys’ powers and how you happened to come across them. You were currently listening to Bepo explain his martial art skills and how he trained to get to the point he was at.

You had noticed Law standing in the doorway over, eavesdropping on your conversation. You nearly pointed him out but decided against it. You still didn't know his intentions with you, for all you knew he could've been planning to kill you this whole time. You couldn't be too careful.

Your attention snaps back to the table as Shachi asks you a question.

“So what're your powers like, (Y/n)?” He asks with a smug grin.

You ponder for a moment, still being insecure about your abilities. You decide to show them anyway, at this point you had already considered them your friends. Why not, right?

“Well, I'm not very good with them yet but I can do a few things.” You spoke, getting the others around you excited. You felt Law’s presence getting stronger, he must've tuned in even closer.

“Oh! I just learned this one…it might not work the first time... but I'll try!” You cheered excitedly. Being around so many strong people who’re on the Heart Pirates had given you a huge boost of determination. You wanted to prove that you were someone who wasn't going to hold them back. Plus, a lot of them have helped you in advancing your skills in this short amount of time.

You reached your arm out and placed it softly on top of Bepo’s head. He looked intrigued but scared at the same time. You laughed and told him it would be okay.

You mustered up every ounce of power you could feel flowing through your body. You tried to imagine all of it gathering in your hand on the bear’s head as you articulated this move’s trigger word.

“Calm!”

You smiled as you saw the purple haze appear and disappear within seconds.

“Ok, now try to talk.” You were hanging on the edge of your seat, dying to know if you'd succeeded.

Bepo’s mouth started moving but no sound escaped. Penguin and Shachi oohed and awed at your newly discovered power, complimenting you on how fast you were picking up new things.

You released the silence over Bepo and he started rambling, going on and on about how cool you were. He mentioned more than enough times that you should ask their captain to join the crew. You simply laughed in response.

You started thanking them for their encouragement until you heard Law storming out of the room next to you.

You couldn't help being bothered by it. You'd been trying to tell yourself that it was just how he was and that none of this was your fault but it seemed every time he was around you, he became a new person. A sadder person. You needed to know what you did. You needed to fix it.

As they continued talking amongst themselves and theorizing about future abilities you'd obtain, you scooted your chair out of the table and stood up. You asked to be excused and you left the kitchen, making your way to the Captain’s cabin to finally get some answers.

You walked down the long hall and paused outside Law’s door. You'd never been in here before, there was never a reason for you to be. It felt necessary now. You knew you were a guest here but if you were making the captain feel terrible then what was the point? Why hadn't he dropped you off by now if you were being a nuisance to him?

You let out a deep breath and gave yourself a mini pep talk before knocking on the door. You heard shuffling from inside but it was followed by silence.

You knocked again.

This time, you heard the clicking of shoes against the floor. They grew louder and heavier as they got closer to you. Then you watched as the door swung inward and Law stood there like a statue.

He looked awful. His face was splotched red, his eyes were watery, and he had huge bags under his eyes. You wondered if he'd been crying before you interrupted. How unlike him, you thought.

“Is it alright if I come in?” You asked in the most cautious tone you could manage.

He didn’t look at you. He barely even moved. He slid ever so slightly over, allowing just enough space between the door and him for you to enter the room. You gave him a minuscule smile and walked inside. You found a chair against the desk in the corner and sat down.

He stayed standing at the door for a second, completely lost in his mind. You wanted to say something but you thought that would be overstepping boundaries. It was already a miracle that the man had allowed you in his room, you didn't want to make things worse than you already seemingly had.

After a moment of quiet, he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, still keeping his head dipped down. He looked shameful and sad, it broke your heart.

You were the first to chime in. You didn't want to force him to talk if he didn't want to.

“Whatever I did, I'm so sorry. I promised you I wouldn't be a burden but clearly, I have been. If there's anything I can do or if you want me to leave the ship now… just let me know, alright?” Your words were delicate and calm. Seeing Law like this was terrifying, who knows how many people have ever seen him in this state?

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“It's not you.” His voice shook. The crack in your heart grew a little wider.

“What?” You asked in shock. Not you? Then what was all this about?

“It's not your fault. You didn't do anything.” He said, shifting on the bed. He tilted his head up and made proper eye contact with you. Your heartbeat increased tenfold.

“It's your fruit. Your devil fruit, I mean.” His eyes welled up with tears as he continued to explain. “The man who I owe everything to used to have those powers. I guess after he died it was brought back into the world and… landed in your hands.” A few tears rolled down his red-stained cheeks but you didn't make mention of it. This person must've been extremely important if it had a menace like Trafalgar Law crying in front of a woman he just met.

“Oh, I see. I'm sorry…” You whispered. Suddenly you felt guilty for having the powers you did. Why couldn't it have been anything else? Why did you have to get the one fruit that would hurt the person who saved you? “I’m sure you would've wanted these powers in better hands, I'm just a clumsy idiot who can't seem to get a hold of them.” You chuckled, bitterly. You looked back at him in surprise as he laughed too.

“I think the Nagi-Nagi no Mi has an affinity for people like that, don't worry.” He threw a hand up and gestured at you. “The fruit you ate by accident could've been any devil fruit in the world and it just so happened to be that one, that sounds like fate to me.” He flopped his hand down on his lap after wiping the wetness off his face.

“I think it's funny that I ended up on your ship, considering all that. Of all people.” You whispered. He heard you and nodded.

“Maybe this fruit doesn't just like fools, maybe it likes you too, Law.” You said quietly but with confidence. “What are the odds that the past two users of it ended up making their way to you? Now, I don't know the story of you and this man but,” You paused, knowing whatever happened between them had been hugely impactful. “I'm sure it all happened for a reason.” Your speech trailed off as you finished.

You saw Law’s face light up and his eyes grow more glassy than they had been, yet he didn't cry. He wore a sorrowful yet bright expression like he was going to laugh and sob at the same time.

“Maybe you're here for a reason too.” His voice raised a tiny bit and you felt your heart leap. Was this the end of all the turmoil you'd indirectly caused? You sure hoped so.

“I think that's what he would've said… Cora-san. He would've told me to keep you around.” He fumbled with his thumbs.

Whoever “Cora-san” was had clearly been a tremendous figure in Law’s life, you could tell by the way he talked about him. His entire stature changed, he was talking about someone he loved deeply.

“You think so?” You asked, not knowing what else to say. You wanted to know more about this mystery man but you didn't want to overwhelm the man in front of you. Law didn't strike you as a man who cried often, he must've been going through a lot.

“Yeah. He'd be glad to know his power was left in good hands.” His voice went frail. “I think he would've wanted it to stay close to me.” He took a ball of his hoodie in his hand and clenched it hard. You'd never seen such raw emotion out of anyone before. You felt extraordinarily lucky.

He looked up at you after a few moments of thinking. His face was one of pure anticipation. Finally, you were getting to see a different side of Law, a hopeful side.

“Would you want to join my crew?” He asked, holding back tears.

You couldn't express how you were feeling right now. You burst with gratitude, your stomach churned in excitement, and your heart ached for the broken man on the bed by you.

All you could do was smile. This was the new start you'd wanted. You weren't going to find it on a familiar island, it wasn't back with your old crew who didn't care about you, it was here with the Heart Pirates. Here with Law.

You beamed brightly and put one of your hands on the back of your neck.

“If you promise to tell me the story of the man who saved your life, someday. I want to know the kind of guy I’m trying to live up to.” You laughed, lightheartedly.

Just as Law was about to say something, you felt yourself lean back in the chair you were sitting in a little too far. The wheels slipped out from underneath you and you fell to the floor, landing right on your back.

You laid there for a few moments in embarrassment until you saw Law’s figure out of the corner of your eye. He was hovering above you, holding out a hand to help you up. You gladly took his offer as you scolded yourself for being so stupid. The man snickered under his breath and opened his mouth to speak.

“Don't worry, I think you're going to be the perfect successor.” He said with a weak smile.

He didn't let go of you when you got your balance back, but that was okay. There was a part of you that had secretly hoped he would keep your hand in his.

As you felt his scarred hand against yours, you realized how excited you were about your future as a Heart Pirate. You could already tell you were going to be welcomed here. You couldn't wait to get to know Law better, you couldn't wait to partake in even bigger battles, and you could hardly wait to go tell Bepo the news.

But most of all, you were ready to listen to the bittersweet story of Law’s savior. You were ready to know the man he called Cora-san.

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Hello may I request an imagine where (taking place 10 years before the start of the game), the female 5 year old reader who just appeared in Briar Valley with no memories whatsoever, was found by Lillia and adopted by him.

omg this is so wholesome 🥺🥺🥺 diasomnia found family is making my heart melt

lost in wonderland

briar valley, home to several faes and magical creatures.

that is why it is no surprise why lilia would walk around sometimes to keep an eye out of the castle to look if there were anything suspicious that would pose harm his adopted children and the royal family.

it is his normal routine, but what he is currently looking at is certainly not normal. his deep red confused eyes meeting (eye color) curious ones as they stood there, right in the middle of the forest.

the (hair color) haired girl waved at the fae with a huge grin on her face, jumping up in joy in the process.

"hello mister! are you going to play with (name) too?" she asked ever so innocently, hugging the deer next to her.

'a human child? who left her out here in the woods?' lilia let out a hum as he leaned towards the girl and gently pat her head.

"hi little one, mister can't play with you for now. but where are your parents?" the fae watch as she share a look with a deer and tilt her head to the side, as if she doesn't understand what he just said.

"huh? what's a parent?"

"y-you don't have a parent?"

"nope!"

"what about your house?"

"i don't have one either! amy and the other animals were the ones who were taking care of me!" he could feel his heart drop the moment he heard that.

a female child this young here, alone in the woods with danger lurking around? who would do such an awful thing? (name) just nuzzle her face closer to her friend deer, not knowing that she was currently in a dangerous situation.

feeling his heartstring being tug, lilia crouched down to match her height and gave her another friendly smile.

"dear, you said your name is (name) right?"

"uhuh! and my friend here is amy!"

"well, little (name) do you want to meet new friends? you can bring amy with you." it wouldn't hurt for silver and sebek to gain another friend right?

right.

"ok tell me why you have another human child in your arms?" malleus raised an eyebrow when he saw his friend coming back from his trip with a human girl in his arms and a deer following behind him.

the fae payed no mind to the dragon's cautious stare and made (name) turn to malleus who let out a happy gasp. "oooh! hi mister, your horns look amazing! can i touch them?"

this cause malleus to be baffled, never in his life he saw a child who posed no fear in their eyes the moment they look at him.

he glance at lilia in which the bat just let out a hearty laugh. "(name) meet dragon mal~ malleus meet little (name)!"

"yay! is he my new friend now?"

"why yes he is darling!" and with that, lilia put the small girl on malleus arms who almost dropped her due to shock. regardless, (name) didn't seemed to mind and playfully touch his horns but she suddenly heard a sound from below.

the girl looked down and saw two small boys with different hair color - one with silver hair and one with light-green hair. the trio look at each other curiously making lilia coo at the sight.

"oh my god, look at my children meeting each other! i will treasure this moment forever!" after lowering the girl down, (name) skipped towards the two with a gleeful smile.

"hi! i am (name)! who are you guys?"

"i am silver... and that is-"

"i am sebek zigvolt! why are you clinging to malleus-sama?!"

"mal is my new friend!" while the three are trying to get to kow each other, malleus stood next to lilia and pat the deer on it's head. "where did you find that human child lilia? do her parents know that she is here?"

the shorter fae's smile instantly dropped at the mention of the girl's parents and malleus notice his sudden action.

"she have no parents."

"...pardon?" after pushing the deer to make it familiar with silver and sebek, lilia turned to face malleus with his arms crossed, a serious look evident on his face.

"i found (name) in the forest alone with her friend deer. somehow she developed the ability to understand animals." his dark red eyes boring into the other's eyes - malleus could see the anger and sadness in the older fae's eyes.

"i can't just leave her alone, especially when she is a human child. it's too dangerous for her."

"then why just take her in like you did with silver?" he said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. "i don't think grandmother will not mind it at all."

"bu-" lilia was cutted off when the little girl they were just talking about suddenly ran up to the smaller fae and hug his right leg - successfully grabbing his attention.

"lilia, lilia! what's a dad?" the fae picked her up, placing her comfortably in his arms and bop her nose.

"dad is someone who will always be there for you, to guide you to the right path and someone who will always care for you."

"then are you my father?" her hands pinching his cheek making him let out a giggle and tickle her with his free arm.

"of course darling, i will be your dad!"

"earth to lilia? hello?" the said fae snapped back to reality only to see 4 certain curious diasomnia students staring at him.

"finally he is back! it's rare for you to space out though, are you alright dad?" (name), who is now 16 years-old float in the air while messing up with his hair.

"yeah its weird for you to space out lilia. is everything ok?"

"fufu~ i just remember this memory from years ago. looking at it now, it makes me feel really proud of you four."

"i think he ate the dish he made someone call a doctor!" but seeing how soft the look lilia had on his face - (name) cooed and hug her fatherly figure with a smile with amy joining in by nudging her nose to the fae's cheek.

"thank you for taking us in dad, i love you so much."

"i love you too, my child"

CAN I JUST SAY HOW DIASOMNIA FOUND FAMILY IS JUST MAKING ME CRY PLS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭💚