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[lostdrarryfics]

Hello, I hope you people can help find a fic I lost. It was pretty much Drarry as Bridget Jones. Harry ran into Draco at a Weasley party and heard him telling Andromeda something along the lines of „Harry has wasted his potential, always drinking etc.“ I think Harry used to play Quidditch and moved on to being a coach or manager. Harry heard what Draco said at the party and wants to get himself back into shape (stop drinking and smoking) within a year. I started reading about two month ago and didn’t bookmark the fic and now I can’t find it anymore. Thank you!

We believe you are looking for Harry Potter’s Most Miserable Year by @wolfpants, which is currently hidden on ao3. Sorry anon! Please follow the author for updates regarding this fic.

[thegoldfishkid13]

Reunited Regulus Black x reader

A/N: I am still taking request for any character seen on my masterlist. or most harry potter characters

Warning: Swearing, mentions of death, pregancy, fighting, mentions of suicide. It’s also not cannon,

Word count:2091

Standing in the kitchen you and Regulus are making dinner for yourselves and your daughter. She had some of her friends from Hogwarts over. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Enzo Berkshire, Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle. They all were slytherin, you went to school with most of their parents.

 “Harper! Come here!” Regulus yelled, his voice echoed through the house. You heard her door open and her stomp down the stairs. Attitude was coming and you knew it.

 “What?” Attitude dripped from her voice, nothing else.

 “Will you run and get a carton of milk? We are almost out.” Regulus asked. Her friends walked down the stairs and thanked you for hosting their get together, but they had to leave. Harper rolled her house at Regulus. But nonetheless she agreed. Her attitude was causing a real problem. 

 “Thank you.” He handed her money and went back to cutting vegetables. She left and you continue to work on the chicken. 

 “Her attitude is a problem, you know.” You spoke, it’s something that you had been wanting to talk about but never had the chance.

 “I have noticed, and it seems to be more to you than me. I’m not sure what started it but we should probably have a conversation with her to try and figure it out.” He agreed with your point. You sliced into a piece of chicken, almost cutting the corner of your hand. “It started when the slytherin group started coming ‘round.” He hummed in agreement. You threw the chicken in a pan and began to season it. 

 “I'm surprised her and Harry aren't friends. Honestly besides the fact that their cousins they seem to be the same person. Just different houses.” Regulus chuckled at your statement. Knowing what it was probably true. “I’m not even sure that they release that they're related.

 “Yeah, it seems to be that way.” Before you could continue there was a knock on the front door of your house. You put the knife down and opened the door. You're feeling a little annoyed because it's later in the evening and dinner time.

 “Can I help you-” The words didn’t even finish leaving your mouth. I stare at the group of strangers in front of me. Sirius Black, Molly Wesley, four of the Wesley children. Remus stands in front of me, Harry parked at his side. A few more people that you don’t know the names of are right here with them. You stand there in shock for a couple seconds before Regulus walks up and asks who's there. Nobody in this group knows he is alive, since you faked his death. He was a traitor to Voldemort and so he didn’t get killed. You planned an elaborate plan to fake his death. You watched how Remus and Sirius’s eyes widened in shock. Rain starts to pour down steadily. 

 “Come in before the wind picks up.” You usher the hoard of people into your large living room.They spread out amongst the room. Some murmuring, others staring. You locked the front door and walked into the living room.

 “Okay first things first, what's going on?” You ask slightly annoyed so many people showed up unannounced and you didn’t even know all of them.

 “That's what I want to know.” Sirius said, his tone seemed hurt and angry. He pointed at Regulus. “You’re supposed to be dead. Didn’t he who is not named kill you?” Remus nodded in agreement. The students that were in the room's eyes widened slightly. They must not have heard the story. 

 “No, we faked my death after I switched from the dark side.” Regulus sighed. You nodded in agreement. Remus’s face seemed skeptical but he went with it.

 “Now for my question, what's going on and why are you here?” You repeated again. Sirius sighed and Molly spoke up.

 “I remember hearing about how you worked on the dark side for a while. Well for your brother. Did you happen to keep journals or anything?” You nodded and walked over to a bookshelf in the corner of the room. You grabbed about three books and set them on the table in front of everyone.

 “James was the only one who read them.” You spoke and pulled a piece of paper out of the dust cover of one of the journals. You handed it to Harry. 

 “Your father wrote this to me before he and Lily died. I thought that if I ever got to see you again you would want it.” He nodded before speaking. “You knew my father?” You nodded.” More than anyone in this room.” Sirius looked like he was about to protest but Remus shot him a look.

 “Your father was my older brother. I actually helped choose your name.” I smiled and the boy looked pleased. People began to talk amongst themselves since this was a semi private conversation. You were pleased to see Sirius and Regulus talking to each other.

 “ If you were related to him, then why did they send him to go live with his muggle family?” A girl with sandy brown hair asked. 

 “Me and Regulus were being hunted by the dark lord. Since we betrayed him, I had killed him once but he was regenerated and gained more power. It was too dangerous for him to stay here.” The trio's eyes widened.” You killed him?” You nodded.

 “Before Harry came into the picture, everyone who killed him got a scar, mines on arm.” you lift my arm showing the dark mark that was there from when you worked undercover for the Order, the lighting bolt scar was larger than the one Harry had. Their eyes widened with shock, either from the size of the scar or the fact that you have a dark mark. The mark was faded and dull. There was no indentation from it and the surface of your arm was smooth other than the border of the scar. You felt their eyes trace over the scar.

 “You have a-” The red headed boy said. He didn’t even finish his sentence before everyone's eyes were on me once again. I nodded.

 “That's true, but I'm not on the dark side, I only have it to help Regulus  and order.

  About an hour went on with going back and forth on how to take down Voldemort. The front door slams open from Harper walking back into the house, a tall stocky man follows behind her. It was her boyfriend Theo. Everyone in the living room was silent. She walked into the kitchen and the two talked. 

 “Mom!? What happened to dinner? It’s not even cooked.” She yelled through the house. You and Regulus looked at eachother. She walked into the living room and her eyes went wide.

 “What the hell-” She didn’t finish her sentence before Theo walked up beside her. She made eye contact with the trio, whom you have now learned all the names of. Their eyes widened with shock. 

 “Theo honey you should head home.” He didn’t say anything but nodded, grabbing his jacket and walking out of the house. “Mom. Dad. What the hell are they doing here?” She questioned. Annoyinced riddled her words, sarcasm filled her voice. 

 “Reg, please handle things here.” You said motioning for Harper to follow you through the house and into a different room. She didn’t understand what was going on, it all ended with a screaming match and her storming out of the house. You make your way back to the living room knowing they all heard the argument that had just insured.

 “I think that's all for now, but we will be in touch.” Molly said. Sirius and Remus stayed behind to talk with you both.

 You all cooked dinner together like old times, nothing seemed to change except you and Regulus are supposed to be dead. Sirius went to prison and Remus is a professor at hogwarts.

 “You know I really thought I would never see you two again.” You spoke, Remus had finished setting the table.

 “How do you think we feel? I honestly thought my brother was stupid and died and you killed yourself because of it. Here to know that you have a daughter.” Sirius chuckled at himself. He was being his old jokester self. 

 “How did you do it? I mean how did you guys manage to hide for 16 years now?” Remus said, you knew he would be curious and want to know.

 “Well..” Regulus started looking at you to make sure it was okay. You nodded and let him continue. “ We got muggle jobs, she's an EMT at a hospital and I work as a doctor. We also stopped using magic as much as possible. Y/n would help heal if there was a nearby witch or wizard who needed the help, but she told them a fake name. Something that would check out.” Regulus said, taking a bite of his food. The two nodded their heads as they ate. 

 “That reminds me. Regulus, Jane told me that she won't be there Monday so you get her patiences.” Regulus nodded, while chewing his food.

 “So Harper… is she coming home?” Remus asked. You swallowed. You weren’t sure how to respond, since it was unpredictable.

 “Probably not for another couple hours. Or even a day. You never really know with her.” You explain, Harper was a wild child, a lot like you. You both didn’t get along because of how much she reminded you of yourself. She was probably at the Malfoy manor or Theo’s. You really don’t know.

“Does it happen often?” Remus asked. You nodded while eating.With that being said, the front door opens and closes, footsteps head up the stairs and her door slams shut. You sigh and get up and start towards the stairs.

 “Y/n? Why don’t I go talk to her, maybe it will be better.” Remus says he was always the most logical out of them. You nod and sit down again, as he makes his way to her room. After the talk the two had, they both make their way back down and she makes herself a plate of food. You all sit together and talk. After dinner you move to the living room, to hopefully explain more of what happened earlier.

 “So you're telling me I’m related to Harry Potter!” She yelled, her voice seemed to be filled with disgust and disappointment.”Yes..I know it is not ideal for you but I can’t change it.” Regulus says, Harper rolls her eyes and Sirius smacks her in the back of the head, Remus gives him a warning look.

 “No rolling your eyes, they have no control over this. And for you it should be a wish to be related to such a powerful wizard.” He scolds her,she looks like she's rolling her eyes internally. 

 “He’s a freak. He claims Voldemort is back.” She says, her voice unwary. The four of you shudder at the name. Regulus starts to look pissed off. She knows most of the story on what happened.

 “ Get out of my house young lady. You have no right talking like that.” Regulus yells sternly, it's not a normal thing for him to do. He is always the laid back parent, the one who never yells. She stomps out of the house, and you apologize for her behavior. Maybeing kicking her out wasn’t the best option but it's what happen.Once Sirius and Remus left, you and Regulus were left alone in the house. Choosing to spend your alone time reading. You wrapped his arms as you both read, a record by David Bowie playing softly in the background.

 “Y/n?” You hummed in response.

 “What note did you give Harry? I never really thought you would part with them.” He asks, he had ever seen the note that James had written to you when you were undercover, or when you were living in Scotland together, but he did hear about them.. 

 “I gave him the letter he wrote when he told me he proposed to Lilly, and the one that he told me Lily was pregnant. I wanted him to know a small piece of his father, without him knowing everything that went on.” You said, placing a bookmark in your book. He nodded and let the topic go, you continued to lay in his arms as he hummed to the record. Nothing but the feeling of content littered your bones. Knowing you gave the boy a little something.

[storiesforallfandoms]

let’s surprise the world ~ eminem

word count: 2091

request?: yes!

“Hello! Could you possibly do an eminem x m!reader if your request are still open? just some fluff cuddling and possibly some disscusions on getting the realationship public? Please oh pretty please, i am a very desperate gay <3″

description: after many controversies surrounding his treatment of a certain community, he decides it’s time to surprise the world with his new relationship

pairing: eminem x male!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of homophobia

masterlist (one, two, three)

Growing up in 1970s/1980s Detroit meant Marshall didn’t exactly have positive experience with homosexuality. The word “gay” was thrown around as an insult throughout his high school years, and the f slur was a regular insult used during rap battles. He only knew one gay person in his youth, which was an old co-worker who was treated terribly by the other workers. So, it was safe to say that it was engraved into his brain that being gay was bad.

But he still had certain thoughts about other boys that he couldn’t repress. He found himself looking at his classmates in the locker room for a little too long, or having dreams involving kissing another boy. He pushed those feelings down when he met Kim. He loved her, he knew he did. When they first got together, he was sure she would be his forever. He had convinced himself that he had just been confused before and had worked past it.

But then his relationship with Kim became...turbulent, to put it lightly. They went through their ups, and then their extremely low downs, before eventually deciding it was best to split up for good.

And then he met (Y/N).

(Y/N) was basically the polar opposite of Marshall: a sweet young man who had always been confident in his sexuality because he was raised in an area where that stuff was embraced instead of mocked. When they met, Marshall was almost intimidated with how confident (Y/N) was. But it didn’t take long for him to realize the intimidation was romantic feelings growing, but, unlike before, he didn’t push those feelings down. He let them fester inside of him, he even told (Y/N) how he felt. To his surprise, (Y/N) felt the same way, and thus their relationship began.

They kept things private for a couple reasons. For one, (Y/N) wasn’t famous. Marshall didn’t want to risk his privacy the way his relationship with Kim had. He wanted (Y/N) to have as normal of a life as possible, and for their relationship to be a normal as possible. And second, Marshall wasn’t out yet and wasn’t exactly sure how people would react to his coming out. He didn’t exactly have a good reputation within the LGBTQ+ community over lyrics from his early years, which he knew was more than valid. He wasn’t sure how people would react if they found out he was dating another man.

(Y/N), the sweet man that he was, offered Marshall endless support. He assured Marshall that the community would welcome him regardless of his past, but he also didn’t push Marshall to come out until he was ready. It was a happy, healthy relationship, exactly what he needed after his past relationships.

Going to (Y/N)’s was always a little difficult. Marshall’s place was gated and had security guards. Paparazzi couldn’t get in, which made it safe and easy for (Y/N) to visit. But his place didn’t have that same safeness. So, Marshall always had to keep a look out as he drove up to (Y/N)’s place, and he had to keep his head down as he went from his car to the house. He was never followed, but you couldn’t be too careful.

Marshall let himself into (Y/N)’s house, as he did numerous times before. The sound of music greeted him as he stepped into the house, followed by the scent of something cooking. Marshall smiled to himself as he heard the soft sound of (Y/N) singing to himself in the kitchen.

He was deep into his cooking when Marshall turned the corner. He smiled at the younger man, who was absentmindedly dancing and singing to himself while he cooked.

“Oh!” (Y/N) jumped as he turned and saw Marshall stood there. “I didn’t hear you come in. I thought you were working.”

“I was, but I finished early. What are you making?”

“It’s a chicken recipe I found online. Stuffed with all sorts of spices on the outside. I wanted to surprise you when you got here.”

“I’m still surprised.”

(Y/N) smiled and shrugged. He turned the music down slightly so he cold hear Marshall while he was cooking. But Marshall didn’t talk too much. He was content watching (Y/N) cook. He watched him glide through the kitchen with ease, completely in his element. Marshall was not a terrible cook by any means, but (Y/N) was much better. He made cooking seem like an art. Marshall would often tell him that he should’ve pursued cooking as a career, but (Y/N) would laugh it off.

When dinner was ready, Marshall was basically salivating from the smells that filled the house. (Y/N) served their food and filled two fancy glasses with sparkling water. They sat across from each other and began to dig into the delicious cooked meal.

“How was your day?” (Y/N) asked.

Marshall shrugged in response. “Nothing new happened, really. How was yours?”

“I asked you first.”

“And I’d much rather hear about your day than tell you about my usual bullshit.”

(Y/N) smiled and began rambling about his day. He started from the moment he woke up, taking Marshall step by step through his work day, then his trip to the grocery store to pick up what he needed to make dinner. Marshall listened, a ghost of a smile on his face as (Y/N) rambled. It was a regular occurrence - (Y/N) talking, Marshall listening. He liked to listen. When (Y/N) talked, his face lit up with happiness and excitement, and that happiness often radiated from him so strongly that Marshall couldn’t help but feel it, too.

“You’re staring,” (Y/N) said, an amused grin on his face.

Marshall snapped out of his thoughts. He hadn’t realized he was just sat staring at (Y/N) while he talked.

“Sorry, I was listening,” he said.

“I know you were. I just think it’s cute that you were staring like that. What were you thinking about?”

“About you. About us, I guess.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “Thinking good things, I hope.”

Marshall chuckled. “Yeah, of course. If it wasn’t I would tell you.”

(Y/N) nodded. He seemed pleased with the answer. They went back to eating in a comfortable silence. Marshall couldn’t stop glancing at (Y/N). It was like his eyes were magnetically drawn to him, and every time he looked away his eyes drifted back to (Y/N) on their own. Over a year into their relationship and Marshall still felt the same as he did from the moment he had met (Y/N): like a giddy teenager entering their first relationship.

Before he could think about what he was saying, he heard himself blurt, “What if we went public?”

(Y/N) froze, fork lifted partway to his mouth and his mouth open, ready to take a bite. He looked up at Marshall, studying the older man’s face to see if he really meant it. He put his fork down and asked, “Are you sure?”

“It’s been more than a year. Everyone is going to find out eventually, and I don’t intend on breaking up any time soon. I’d hope you don’t intend on that, either.” (Y/N) shook his head, so Marshall continued, “Then I’m sure. But only if you are.”

(Y/N) smiled and nearly lunged across the table at Marshall. He opted to leaning over to kiss him instead. His excitement was so strong that Marshall could feel it swelling within his chest, too. It was slightly nerve wracking to think about them going public, but Marshall was sure they were both ready for it. He didn’t want to have to hide (Y/N), or himself for that matter, from the world. If nothing else, he thought his own fans had the right to know the truth. It didn’t matter what the public’s reaction was, though. As long as he was happy, that’s all that matter to him.

He tried to remind himself of that as a slight nervousness crept into his chest, mixing in with the excitement he had been feeling beforehand.

~~~~~~

They decided to let people figure it out on their own. Instead of making a big statement about their relationship and Marshall’s sexuality, they decided to stop being so discreet and private. Marshall no longer looked over his shoulder as he drove to (Y/N)’s place. They started having public dates instead of private ones, and in general they just went out together to run errands. No more hiding, no more being vigilant of their surroundings. They just acted like a normal couple.

The first set of photos surfaced roughly a week after they had made the decision to go public. It surprised Marshall that it took that long, and surprised him even more to find out that it wasn’t paparazzi photos but rather it was photos taken by a fan that had caught him and (Y/N) out together.

The two of them were at Marshall’s place, laying on the couch together. (Y/N) had his head against Marshall’s chest, scrolling through Twitter while Marshall watched football on TV. A sudden gasp caused Marshall to look down at him. “What?”

“I just got tagged in a reply to a tweet about us,” (Y/N) said. He angled his phone to show Marshall the photo while reading the caption, “‘New pictures of Eminem with a mystery man out at a restaurant for lunch today’. That’s from a fan account. The response is, ‘That guy kind of looks like’ and then they have me tagged. Someone who follows both me and the fan account, I guess.”

“What are the other replies so far?” Marshall asked.

(Y/N) scrolled through, reading out the responses to Marshall. “‘Kind of looks like a date’, ‘Very intimate setting, definitely a date’, ‘Plot twist of the century is seeing Eminem out on a date with a man’. One response is from someone who says they saw us leaving together and we were holding hands, but that’s definitely just someone trying to get attention because there’s no way this person happened to see us together and waited for this picture to be posted before saying anything.”

“We were holding hands when we left the restaurant, though.”

“Lucky guess.”

(Y/N) continued to scroll for a while. The responses were coming in just as quickly as he was able to read them. Eventually, he closed the tweet and went to the search bar to look up Marshall’s name to see if any more tweets had been posted. The app took a moment to load before the screen of (Y/N)’s phone was suddenly filled with the same pictures from the fan account. Tabloid sites had already jumped on the picture despite the fact that it had been posted less than half an hour ago, and people were reacting to it just as quickly.

(Y/N) looked up at Marshall with a smile. “I guess we’re official, then.”

Marshall chuckled. “It only took a year for that to happen.”

(Y/N) swatted at his arm. “You know what I mean.”

“How do you feel about all of this?” Marshall asked, gesturing towards his phone. “Are you still okay with it?”

“Well, there’s no going back now,” (Y/N) said. “But, even if there was, I wouldn’t want to. I’m glad to be able to publicly call you mine now.”

“It’s going to be difficult, though. The fact that you’re dating someone famous, I mean.”

“I know that,” (Y/N) said. “I’ve known that since the start. But I’m ready for it. I’ve had a lot of time to prepare and a lot of time to think it over. I know there’s going to be challenges, but I’m ready for that. As long as I have you by my side, I’ll take whatever the world wants to throw at me right now.”

He leaned up to plant a gentle kiss on Marshall’s lips. Marshall took hold of his face before he could pull away so he could deepen the kiss. (Y/N) smiled as he leaned as close to Marshall as he could get, taking in everything the older man could give him.

“I love you,” Marshall said when they pulled away.

“I love you, too,” (Y/N) said. “I also love food. Do you think we could order in some Chinese food? I’m starving.”

Marshall chuckled. “Of course.”

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The Future of Clinical Alarm Management Retail: A Look at Changing Consumer Behavior

The global Clinical Alarm Management Market Revenue, which was valued at USD 2.10 billion in 2023, is projected to witness substantial growth, reaching USD 7.47 billion by 2031. This represents a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 17.2% during the forecast period from 2024 to 2031. The increasing demand for effective alarm systems in healthcare facilities, coupled with advancements in healthcare IT, is driving the growth of this market.

Market Dynamics and Growth Drivers

Clinical Alarm Management Solutions are essential tools designed to manage and reduce the frequency of alarm fatigue among healthcare providers. Excessive and unmanaged alarms can lead to desensitization, which poses significant risks to patient safety. As a result, hospitals and clinics are actively investing in solutions that streamline alarm systems, ensuring that critical alerts are recognized promptly while minimizing unnecessary disruptions.

Several factors are driving the expansion of the Clinical Alarm Management Market. The primary driver is the growing emphasis on patient safety and the need to comply with regulatory standards. Regulatory bodies like the Joint Commission in the U.S. have established stringent guidelines for managing clinical alarms, encouraging healthcare organizations to adopt advanced alarm management systems.

Additionally, the increasing adoption of electronic health records (EHRs) and other healthcare IT systems is promoting the integration of clinical alarm management solutions. These solutions can be seamlessly integrated with existing hospital systems, providing healthcare providers with better control over alarm settings, real-time monitoring, and improved workflow efficiency.

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North America held the largest share of the Clinical Alarm Management Market in 2023, primarily due to the well-established healthcare infrastructure and the strict enforcement of safety regulations. The presence of major market players and ongoing advancements in healthcare IT are further supporting the market’s growth in this region. Moreover, hospitals in the U.S. are increasingly adopting sophisticated alarm management solutions to enhance patient safety, which continues to drive market expansion.

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The Ministry of Industry and Trade to Investigate the Dumping of Table and Chair Products Imported into Vietnam

On September 01st, 2021 the Ministry and Trade issued the Decision No.2091/QD-BCT on investigation of application of anti-dumping measures for some table and chair products holding the HS Code: 9401.30.00; 9401.40.00; 9401.61.00; 9401.69.90; 9401.71.00; 9401.79.90; 9401.80.00; 9401.90.40; 9401.90.92; 9401.90.99; 9403.30.00; 9403.60.90; 9403.90.90 origin China and Malaysia (Case code AD16) (Decision No.2091).

On December 29th, 2020 the Trade Remedies Authority of Vietnam received the required dossier of some domestic producers on applying anti-dumping measures of the products above. This dossier is confirmed that is valid on June 03rd, 2021.

According to the regulation on Law on Foreign trade management, Decision No.2091, and related regulations, the period of anti-dumping investigation is 12 months from July 01st, 2020 to June 30th, 2021. And the investigation period for determining damage is 03 years from July 01st, 2018 to June 30th, 2021.

The requesting anti-dumping tax of the requesting parties is 35,20% for the table, and 21,40% for the chairs products from China. The requesting anti-dumping tax is 32,40% for table and 24,90% for chair products from Malaysia.

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[whatstruthgottodowithit]

CHARACTER MASTERLIST

Supernatural

My Worst Fear  Paring: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

You’re A Selfish Bastard  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Damn Dog  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2772 Rating: Mature

Farmer’s Daughter [Unfinished] Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Character Word Count: 2772 Rating: Explicit

Free Beer & the Festive Season  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1043 Rating: Gen

Marry Me  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 1213 Rating: Teen  

It Never Woulda Worked Out Anyway Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2181 Rating: Teen

The Trouble With Girls  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Multiple Word Count: 946 Rating Teen

I Don’t Dance Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1083 Rating: Gen

Hard To Love Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1097 Rating: Teen

I’ll Be Home For Christmas Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2091 Rating: Gen

Get Even  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Original Female Character Word Count: 1805 Rating: Teen & Up

 Pieces Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 1494

All the Little Things  Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 1840 Rating: Teen  

Angel With A Shotgun Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel Word Count: 999 Rating: Gen

How Much I Care [Requested] Pairing:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2538  Rating: Explicit

Travelin’ Soldier Pairing: John Winchester x Mary Winchester Word Count: 2995 Rating: Mature

Say It Pairing: John Winchester x Reader Word Count: 500 Rating: Teen & Up

I Wish You’d Stay  Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: N/A Word Count: 1671

Pick One [Requested]  Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 2623  Rating: Teen & Up

Harry Potter

Sundays  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 1113 Rating: Gen

She’s Got You  Pairing: Remus Lupin x  Female Reader Word Count:3000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

I’m a Monster  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [4 Parts] Rating: Mature

Let’s Do It  [Requested] Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count: 5000 [2 Parts] Rating: Mature

Perfect  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here  Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader Word Count:500 Rating: Gen

On My Own Pairing: Remus Lupin x Sirius Black Word Count: 1210  Rating: Teen

The Grand Tour  Pairing: None Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Eraser Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 220 Rating: Teen

Castle On the Hill  Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 1300 Rating: Teen

Our Family Pairing: Marauders Word Count: 2264 Rating: Teen

A War Wedding  Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Female Character Word Count: 2103 Rating: Gen

Shape of You  Pairing: Fred Weasley x Original Character Word Count: 1800 Rating: Teen

Come With Me  Pairing: Dean Thomas  x Female Reader Word Count: 6000+ [5 Parts] Rating: Teen

Better Mood Pairing: Ron Weasley x Female Reader Word Count: 856 Rating: Mature

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader Word Count: 953 Rating: Teen

Family Matters Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 4000 [2 Parts] Rating: Gen

What Are You Doing New Years Eve? Pairing: Harry Potter x Reader Word Count: 1347 Rating: Gen

When I Kissed the Teacher Pairing: Hermione Granger x Remus Lupin Word Count: 1369 Rating: Teen

I Won’t Say I’m In Love Pairing: George Weasley x Reader Word Count: 1796 Rating: Teen

Santa Baby Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Original Female Character Word Count: 1867 Rating: Teen

The Way We Were  Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: 21,444 [11 Parts] Rating: Mature

Only the Good Die Young Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Character Word Count: 2300 Rating: Mature

Dive  Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

A Little Magic  Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 1300 Rating: Gen

The Other Evans Girl Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character Word Count: Ongoing Rating: Mature

The Girl of My Best Friend Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 2995 Rating: Teen & Up

Complexly Chaotic Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, Remus Lupin x Female Reader Word Count: 968 Rating: Teen & Up

The Boy Who Broke His Own Heart Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader,  Word Count: 26534 Rating: Mature

The Dating Game Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader, James Potter x Female Reader Word Count: 13380 Rating: Mature

Comfort Zone Pairing: Marauders x Reader Word Count: 2758 Rating: Teen & Up

Last Words to Reader [Part One/ Part Two] Pairing: Reader x Multiple  Word Count: 2000 Rating: Mature

Marvel

Stuck in the Middle  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 12000 [7 Parts] Rating: Teen

Blue Ain’t Your Colour  Pairing: Steve Rogers x  Female Reader Word Count: 1417 Rating: Teen

Worth It  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 3372 Rating: Explicit

Let Me Show You  Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 2711 Rating: Explicit

It’s Not Easy Being Steve [Requested] Pairing: Pre Serum Steve Rogers x Original Female Character Word Count: 2192 Rating: Explicit

Trying  [Requested] Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x  Female Reader Word Count: 2600 Rating: Teen

Any Port In A Storm  Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader [Bucky’s Sibling] Word Count: 1302 Rating: Gen

Baby It’s Cold Outside Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 1446 Rating: Teen

Afterthought   [Requested] Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 2017  Rating: Teen

Days Gone By  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter Word Count: 1332   Rating: Teen

You’re My Best Girl [AO3 Link]  [Requested] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2565 Rating: Gen

Because I Want To  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 3207 Rating: Explicit

Get Some Sleep Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2683 Rating: Explicit

Say It First  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1900 Rating: Teen

Beige Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1267 Rating: Teen

Let’s Make a Date [Requested] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 1379 Rating: Teen

Should’ve Said No Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1197  Rating: Teen

All I Want For Christmas Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 1430 Rating: Gen

Just a Dream  Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: 2571 Rating: Mature

Complicated   [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Original Female Character Word Count: 4173 Rating: Teen

Priorities  Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1133 Rating: Mature

Keep Quiet  Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1668 Rating: Explicit

Give The Kid A Break [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 1306 Rating: Gen

Glad You’re Here  [Requested] Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Crash My Party Pairing:  Peter Parker x Reader Word Count: 1488 Rating: Mature

Take a Break  Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 2936 Rating: Explicit

For Tony Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Mature

My Girls  Pairing: Tony Stark x Pregnant Female Reader Word Count: 757 Rating: Gen

A Perfect Christmas  Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1260 Rating: Teen

Love of My Life Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1785 Rating: Teen

DIVORCE Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader Word Count: 1515 Rating: Mature

I Don’t Care Pairing: Tony Stark x Female Reader Word Count: 1368 Rating: Teen & Up

Mr Goody-Two-Shoes  Pairing: Bruce Banner x Female Reader Word Count: 1443 Rating: Explicit

Make Me  Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Word Count: 2457 Rating: Explicit

Round Two? Pairing: Thor x Reader Word Count: 1853 Rating: Explicit

Well Played Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader Word Count: 2076 Rating: Explicit

Supermarket Flowers Pairing: None Word Count: 1403 Rating: Teen

Truth or Dare  [Requested] Pairing: Loki x Reader Word Count:572 Rating: Mature

Scarab Hunting [Requested] Pairing: Stephen Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader Word Count: 1036  Rating: Mature

Bullet Train

Liability Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader Word Count: 3000 Rating: Explicit

My Boy Pairing: Tangerine x Female Reader Word Count: 1764 Rating: Teen & Up

Daisy Jones & The Six

Stay With Me Fandom: Daisy Jones x The Six Rating: Mature Word Count: 1399

Good 4 U Pairing: Graham Dunne x Original Female Character Rating: Mature Word Count: 4793

History Boys

Asexual Scripps  Pairing: None Word Count: 2000 Rating: Teen

Your Beautiful Song  Paring: David Posner Word Count: 1000 Rating: Mature

What Do I Know?  Paring: Donald Scripps, David Posner Word Count: 500 Rating: Gen

U.N.I Paring: Donald Scripps x David Posner Word Count: 800 Rating: Teen

Go On Mate  Pairing: Stuart Dakin x Male Reader Word Count: 2050 Rating: Mature

Twilight

Not One of Us [Requested] Pairing: Cullen x Teen Wolf Word Count: 2300 Rating: Teen

La Tua Cantante  [Requested] Pairing: Marcus Volturi x Original Character x Spencer Reid Word Count: 5140 Rating: Gen

You’ve Got Us [Requested] Pairing: Cullen Reader x Marvel Gang Word Count: 1047 Rating: General

The Outsiders

Meanwhile Back at Mama’s Pairing: Darry Curtis x Female Reader Word Count: 1206 Rating: Teen

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Captain Peralta & His Lieutenant  Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Female Character Word Count: 1340 Rating: Explicit

Mary & Amy’s  Pairing: Jake Peralta x Original Female Character, Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago Word Count: 1765 Rating: Teen

CSI 

The Way Out [Unfinished] Pairing: Don Flack x Original Character Word Count: 1142 Rating: Mature

What If I Stay Pairing: Nick Stokes x Female Reader Word Count: 1179  Rating: Teen

Cheers

Old Flames and New Pains Pairing: Sam Malone x Original Female Character Word Count: 1674 Rating: Gen

Doctor Who

How Would You Feel?  Pairing: 11th Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Gen

I Love You, Yasmin Khan Pairing: 13th Doctor x Yasmin Khan Word Count: 1582 Rating: Teen

All I Ask Pairing: Doctor x Reader Word Count: 1337 Rating: Explicit

Friends

Santa Stole My Girlfriend Pairing: Chandler Bing x Original Character x Joey Tribbiani Word Count: 1558 Rating: Teen

Full House

No Boys Allowed Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader Word Count: 1750 Rating: Gen

Jesse’s Girl Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader x Joey Gladstone Word Count: 985 Rating: Teen

#1 Competition [Requested] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Reader Word Count: 2562  Rating: Teen

Best of a Bad Situation  [Requested] Pairing: NA Word Count: 1839 Rating: Gen

Sounds Good To Me  [Requested] Pairing: Jesse Katsopolis x Female Reader Word Count: 1363  Rating: Mature

For The Better [Requested] Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader Word Count: 2319  Rating: Mature

Grey’s Anatomy 

36 Weeks  [Requested] Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 2150 Rating: Mature

As Long As He Needs Me Pairing: Mark Sloan x Reader Shepherd Word Count: 1858 Rating: Mature

Before and After  [Requested] Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Reader Word Count: 824 Rating: Teen

Right Girl  Pairing:  Mark Sloan x Callie Torres, Mark Sloan x Addison Mongtomery  Word Count: 1765 Rating: Mature

How To Make Friends [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1600 Rating: Gen

Navy Dresses  [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 1500 Rating: Gen

Anna Parsons [Requested] Pairing: Lexie Grey x Reader Word Count: 2100 Rating: Mature

Give Me A Reason [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Jackson x April Kepner Word Count: 1529 Rating: Teen

Things That Matter [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Word Count: 3427 Rating: Teen

Mother Dearest [AO3 Link]  [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Word Count: 1923 Rating: Mature

Ups & Downs [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader Word Count: 1670  Rating: Teen

A Crazy Idea [Requested] Pairing: Jackson Avery x Reader, Daniel [Benson] Kwan x Reader Word Count: 2058 Rating: Teen

Post Night Shift Care [Requested] Pairing: Derek Shepherd x Female Reader Word Count: 1590  Rating: Teen

It’s A Beautiful Day To Save Lives Pairing: Derek Shepherd x OFC, Derek Shepherd x Addison Shepherd Word Count: 1808  Rating: Teen

I’ll Never Love Again Pairing: Denny Duquette x Reader Word Count: 1878 Rating: Mature

Night Shift Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader Word Count: 1000 Rating: Teen

Gilmore Girls

Comfortable Pairing: Luke Danes x OFC, Luke Danes x Lorelai Gilmore Word Count: 737   Rating: Gen

Jess’ Dad Pairing: Jess Mariano x Reader Rating: Teen Word Count: 2426

How I Met Your Mother

Toothbrush Pairing: Barney Stinson x Female Reader Word Count: 1336 Rating: Teen

Nashville 

Flowers Pairing: Deacon Claybourne x Female Reader Word Count: 1247 Rating: Teen

New Girl

Different For Girls Pairing: Nick Miller x Female Reader Word Count: 2426 Rating: Teen

Last Christmas Pairing: Nick Miller x Reader Word Count: 1974 Rating: Teen

What A Man Gotta Do Pairing: Schmidt x Cece Parekh Word Count: 1158 Rating: Teen

The Office

Late To The Party Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 757   Rating: Gen

Office PDA  Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley, Jim Halpert x Reader Word Count: 1632 Rating: Explicit

Speak Now Pairing: Jim Halpert x Pam Beesley Word Count: 1325 Rating: Teen

That 70s Show

Come on Over Tonight  Pairing: Steven Hyde x Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

Teen Wolf

Eighteen Inches Pairing: Stiles  x Female Reader Word Count: 870 Rating: Teen

How To Get Away With Murder

Moving On  Pairing: Frank Delfino x Reader Word Count: 1030 Rating: Teen

Saved By The Bell

Zack’s Worst Scheme Pairing: Zack Morris/Original Character/Kelly Kapowski Word Count: 5700 Rating: Teen

Never Happened [Requested] Pairing: Zack Morris x Female Reader Word Count: 1463  Rating: Explicit

Other

Silcobon and Cobb [Requested] Pairing: None Word Count: 1881 Rating: Gen

Bad Days  Pairing: Peter Kavinsky x Female Reader Word Count: 1550 Rating: Gen

Play It Again Pairing: Frank Adler x  Female Reader Word Count: 1970 Rating: Teen

Not In That Way  Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak Word Count: 21219 Rating: Mature

Gray Mornings [Requested] Pairing: Grayson Betournay x Reader Word Count: 900 Rating: Gen

[dearestaeneas]

Accident [Blackbonnet]

Word Count: 2091

tw: guns

-> This was an anon request for an OMFD fic of Ed taking a bullet meant for Stede! I was very lucky to have a lot of freedom so I hope you’re able to enjoy some POTENTIALLY UNEXPECTED TENSION! Here it is as its own post.

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Six months. Six months passed since he’d found his way back to The Revenge. The days blended completely, a reality that was somehow worsened for stretches at a time because, he soon realized, he wasn’t sleeping. He was grateful when his body finally gave out from pure exhaustion every couple days, because it lulled him into a sudden and dreamless sleep. He’d remembered, with a dry and humorless laugh, offering the possibility of death as the next big adventure to Izzy. He didn’t think that anymore, and found that big surprising. Surely death would seem all the more appealing now, but something nagged in his head. I need to prove I don’t need him.

The crew seemed to be enjoying themselves. When Izzy wasn’t barking orders, which was admittedly more rare than anyone would have liked to see, there was a generally agreed upon sense of ease. Frenchie and Jim were even beginning to accept the hand fate dealt them. Of course, this acceptance was only the byproduct of deep feelings of defeat, but they found some comfort in whispering stories and jokes to one another in an attempt to keep the other going. Originally, Jim advocated for a realistic view of the situation with the reasoning that it would save both of them from any kind of desperate hope. They tried that, for a time, but it became almost immediately evident that that wasn’t doing either of them any good. So instead, at night, they'd point to stars and try to remember the constellations Stede taught the crew about. This activity brought forth stories, like Jim and Olu up after dark and accidentally finding themselves in the same part of the ship Buttons would moon bathe in, or Roach interrupting Stede’s lesson to argue that there’s no way that one’s a bear and causing a tense debate among the rest of the crew, much to Stede’s disapproval.

Each night, while Frenchie and Jim pointed out the stars and joked, below decks the dread pirate Blackbeard stared blindly at a landscape portrait of a lighthouse. At first, it caused nothing but heavy sobs, but, as he realized now, it filled him with a profound numbness. It hurt so much to look at that the pain somehow canceled itself out. The blending of the days happened so seamlessly that this previously nighttime-exclusive activity became something he did every moment the crew was not engaged in a raid on another vessel. He found he liked the plundering even more now, because it was the only time he felt anything: a pure, blind rage. The rage he had at the world had a purpose there, and could be taken out on nameless victims. He didn’t have to humanize himself, either: he became a creature that relied on muscle memory alone.

Six months. Six months that felt instead like a series of excruciatingly long days. One the sixth month and the 15th day, Ivan appeared in the doorway, pale and sweating. The crew knew to never seek out Blackbeard, and to instead wait for him to come to them. Izzy was the only person to enter his quarters, and it wasn’t necessarily Blackbeard’s choice: it was simply necessary to grant him access. “What do you want?” His voice croaked. It was jagged from disuse, and speaking low, he could feel the itch in his throat from the strain screaming during raids caused. Ivan kept starting sentences and losing the words halfway through. Blackbeard stood, storming toward him with the utmost purpose. “We need you,” he said finally, when the other pirate was within arm’s reach.

One the main deck stood Stede. Izzy’s sword was firmly pressing into his Adam's apple, Izzy himself caught mid-shout: “Don’t you dare help them up!” Fang held a rope ladder and was in the process of unfurling it to throw over the edge. “Ed…” Stede said helplessly. He sounded tired, and relieved, and delighted, and scared. It was too much to handle. He wanted to let out all the rage he’d been letting propel him from one day to another, and realized with the greatest frustration that none of it wanted to come out. He was stuck: Blackbeard would scream and thrust the hilt of Izzy’s sword, pushing the blade through the man’s neck, but Edward felt the bile rising in his throat. He could feel his eyes start to sting and wanted nothing more than to scream out all the hurt. You left me! He wanted to shout, imagining the tears streaming down his face and streaking the charcoal around his eyes to leave. You promised! You promised and then you left me!

He stood, silent. After what felt like an eternity, he said “Come.” Turning on his heel, he headed back into the quarters. The rest of the men were left alone on the deck, glancing between themselves, all in a state of shock. Even Izzy froze where he stood for a moment before leading Stede roughly after the captain. In the doorway, Blackbeard looked up. “I didn’t tell you.” Izzy stumbled through an explanation, shutting up in an instant at the cold look he was at the receiving end of. “Just shout if you need me,” he offered quietly, backing out of the room.

“I won’t.”

Ed couldn’t face him yet. He stood, his back to the doorway, and stared at the lighthouse. He realized numbly that this might be the first time he’d actually really looked at it. “I threw your things into the ocean. All of it,” he said. It was intended to be hurtful, as if he were rubbing salt into some kind of wound. The problem with this was that he couldn’t imagine a wound Stede would be carrying. He wasn’t the one abandoned. He turned, expecting to see the Gentleman Pirate inspecting the room he used to call home. Instead, he was staring directly into his eyes. He hadn’t taken eyes off of Ed since he first followed Ivan out of this very room.

“I’m sorry.”

He hated him, and then hated himself even more to realize he didn’t hate him at all. He turned back to the painting, and walked with purpose to the bed, clutching one of the few pillows and throwing it at Stede with all his strength. Despite it only being a pillow, the pirate using all of his strength would knock the wind out of anyone regardless of projectile. Stede accepted the blow, recovering almost immediately. He realized he was angry that Stede could look at him with such sadness and such understanding. He looked at him with so much love.

Knowing he couldn’t shout at the risk of jeopardizing the image he’d built up again, he moved until he was within inches of Stede’s face. “You left me.” He said it between gritted teeth, each word a hiss. His eyes were wild. “You made me think you fucking cared about me.”

Stede set his jaw, silently praying for the other man to yell, to scream at him like he deserved. In his time on the tiny boat, bringing the rest of his crew home, he played this moment in his head over and over. I deserve anything and everything he does to me. He repeated this mantra day and night, following the rhythm of the oars. “I do care about you. Of course I care about you.”

“Liar!” Ed’s frustration was visible. Stede could see him fighting back tears, his hands shaking as he tried to figure out how to hold himself. It was clear he had so much energy waiting to be burned: his entire frame shook. Stede closed the gap between them, hugging him tight. Ed tried to fight back, pushing and clawing, but Stede held steady. He finally gave in, heavy sobs rattling his chest. They stayed that way forever with Stede’s arms around him and Stede’s voice quietly explaining everything that had happened in the last six months, this story drawn out by the hundreds of ‘I’m sorry’s he added.

“It doesn’t make it right,” Stede said finally.

“No, it doesn’t,” Ed agreed.

“Can we try?”

He remained silent, feeling Stede breathe against him. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Fang and Ivan helped to raise the rest of The Revenge’s original crew to the deck. Jim and Frenchie were buried alive beneath the bodies of their crewmates, their laughing protests being drowned out by tearful greetings. Izzy paced up and down the deck, anxiously watching the reunion. He was comforted knowing Blackbeard was back, and Bonnet’s reappearance, however inconvenient, wouldn’t be a distraction. He was devastated, then, to see the two co-captains emerge from the captain’s quarters walking quietly side by side, but with an air of comfort between them. There was a tenseness, but not the one he’d been expecting or hoping. “We have a lot of work to do,” Ed addressed the full crew quietly.

“No,” Izzy came forward. “You’re finally back we-”

The taller man turned, his dark eyes hard. “We have a lot of work to do,” he repeated. The tone was just as hard as his eyes, his jaw tense. Behind him, the rest of the crew shrank back. Except, of course, Stede, who placed a hand gently on Ed’s shoulder. “No one’s denying that.”

“Oh, fuck this.” Izzy didn’t carry a gun, he relied exclusively on his sword. Luckily for him, and unfortunately for everyone else, he was especially skilled and lethal enough with only one weapon. Due to this fact, it was a surprise when he reached for Blackbeard’s own gun, plucking it right from its holster on his belt. He cocked it, pointing the barrel directly at Stede. “I’m not doing this again. I won’t.” He knew that he’d have to act immediately, because not only would Ed be able to easily wrestle the weapon from him, he’d also be unable to go through with it if Ed were given the chance to try and talk him down. He loved him, in his own difficult way. It was his job to protect Blackbeard when he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do it himself.

A deafening bang. Izzy felt as if he was opening his eyes for the first time during this exchange, and almost vomited at the sight of Stede Bonnet covered in blood, and standing. On the deck of the ship lay Edward Teach, holding his side and panting desperately. Stede dropped to his knees, rolling the man over. Izzy heard him shout orders to the rest of the crew, who nodded and immediately went to work. They respected him, Izzy realized. He also realized that the only thing protecting him at this moment was the simple fact that Stede was preoccupied, frantically bandaging Ed and helping Roach in whatever way was necessary. Izzy stood perfectly still, dumbly watching the scene unfold in front of him. He watched as Oluwande, Fang, Stede, Jim, and Wee John carried Blackbeard with the utmost care, taking centuries just to lift him off the ground so as to not disturb the fresh bandages. The entire crew disappeared into the quarters, their voices frantic and worried but drowned out by Stede’s, which was confidently assuring them he’d be okay. Izzy was left completely alone with the puddle of his captain’s blood, deep red and unforgiving, and the gun still smoking in his hand.

When he finally emerged from the quarters, Izzy saw that his unbuttoned shirt, previously white, was stained red. Blood spatter freckled his bare chest and face. Without a trace of hesitation, he stormed up to Izzy and violently pulled the weapon from his hand, flinging it behind them. There was murder in his eyes. “I want you gone,” he growled. “I want you off my fucking ship.”

“I…I…”

By this time, the crew had begun to file out of the quarters, standing behind Stede. They were awaiting orders. In a swift motion he was thrown from the ship, landing in the water beside the small vessel Stede and the majority of the crew arrived on. “I’ll even give you that.” He watched as Izzy clawed his way, soaking wet, onto the little boat. He breathed heavily as he watched Izzy row slowly away, knowing he was still trying to finish the sentence he started before Stede had him thrown from the deck. It didn’t matter now. He turned on his heel, heading straight to where Ed lay. Roach and Wee John sat beside him. He’d be fine, they assured Stede repeatedly.

“We’ll all be fine,” he replied softly.

[mnxxlove]

Hi loving your page just wondering if I could get a Richard madden hurt comfort fic plz;)

TEMPORARY DAMAGED

Pairing: Richard Madden

Prompts:

14; Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2091

Summary: Reader had gone through a really bad experience a few months ago… Y/n last relationship was abusive, toxic and manipulative. Her old boyfriend Nate, dumped her, just after cheating on her leaving her completely shattered.

Before and after the breakup, Y/n has always one of her closest friends to her side. Richard has given her some many pieces of advice here and there but her blinded heart, always made her wrong.

Months after breaking up, Richard made himself a promise to keep an eye on her but within months passed the only thing he figured out was that his love towards Y/n wasn’t merely platonic. His feelings started blooming once she let him into her heart but he then got scared of hurting her. That was his biggest fear.

Warnings: fluffiness overload, protectiveness, lots of heart eyes, caring, a bit of angst (srry hehe)

author’s note; It’s been so long! Just felt like writing smth like this ‘cause I needed some comfort too tbh. Hope you guys enjoy it! [ This has been on my drafts for so many months now, sorry thoo ] 💚

Thanks for your request ⭐️

*not my gif

The windows were wide open. Some fresh air came from the forest nearby giving him shivers that ran through his spine continuously. It was quite early in the morning and she was already trying to get her second cup of coffee of the day. Although the atmosphere felt peacefully relaxing, the cold shadows of the trees made Y/n’s wooden house to be somewhat freezing. She liked it but it also gave her an odd sensation of nostalgia she couldn’t comprehend quite too well.

The yellow lamp that was hanging from the ceiling was not turned on but a few white cinnamon candles were instead. There were some placed at the tea table that was behind her and there were also placed on the dark shelf that was above the piano, just where Y/n was currently playing. She was sitting on the black shiny chair in complete frustration. Her tired eyes scanned for the eleventh time in her notebook. She has been composing some songs lately, something which has been rather unusual for her even when that was basically her only job. Y/n thought it’d be impossible to write any songs or to compose any of them, but he has been encouraging her these past few days and she obviously needed to at least try…

She has not touched any of her instruments or written down any songs in the past six months. A lot has happened since Nate broke up with her. She’s not only received weird voicemails coming from him, telling her that they should go back together and that he supposedly changed for the better but even if they weren’t even together anymore, her mind was so used to his manipulative tongue that she was still pretending it was all her fault. She truly thought for a moment, that he was right and they should definitely go back together. Y/n wasn’t stupid, however, she believed that his manipulation made her belive she loved him. Y/n knew that the way he has treated her was not the best and that he could be quite too much of an arse. Nevertheless, he hasn’t always been like that with her. He could be sweet and kind. Even if that was a mask, she was too blinded to know it still.

She tries to convince herself to this day that even if she thinks that they should get back together it’s not worth it. Even after all the tears she’s cried and all the nightmares he’s put her through, Y/n was still somehow convinced to meet him a week ago. They met in a public place, while they drank a mug of hot chocolate. She was broken inside and out, but Y/n tried to not let him notice. She dressed herself with her favourite clothes and placed her hair in a way she knew it would suit her perfectly. She looked decent, too good for him. The fake smile that curved down Y/n lips seemed real, but deep down she knew that she was not going to be able to take it anymore.

Disenchanted, she kept playing the piano as she let her thoughts invade her heart once again. She remembered how anxious but happy she was that same day. Even the mere memory of the simple view of her own reflection standing in the mirror of her bathroom passed through her mind unconsciously, making her feel quite embarrassed of how pathetic she was feeling. She was ashamed of thinking she believed that she loved Nate. If she did he was never going to be worthy of her heart, or at least that’s what Richard has told her repeatedly… Suddenly her steady hands started shaking but y/n kept playing once the memory of Nate’s face fogged her with an abrupt emptiness. Her fingers slipped through the keys of her instrument vaguely well. Sadly, she couldn’t help but remember how she used to feel about all of this back then over and over again. It was suffocating. As if Nate was never going to leave her be. And now, even more knowing the fact that he’s promised to be a completely different person. Y/n knew it was a trap, but part of her wanted it to be true, which was bold and she knew it…

In a few minutes, her mind was clouded with thousands of thoughts. It wasn’t only the fact that she has been wondering about her ex, but her friend as well. Every single time Nate has hurt her in some way, she’s always had Richard no matter the circumstances. And even if she has tried to be for him too, it was impossible, and unfair. Exhaustion filled her body, leaving it tense. Y/n let out a deep sigh, her fingers still smoothly pressing some more than four keys of the piano at the same time. Her mind was being too loud at the moment, and even if she needed a break, Y/n knew that she was not going to stop, nevertheless, once a sudden whimper came out from her mouth, her eyes got shut down tightly, and both her hands pressed so many keys at the same time, forming a horrible yet unsettling sound that formed a outrageous echo all over the house. Y/n was breathless as if she had been holding her breath in for who knows how long. Still having her eyelids shut, she closed the piano slowly and placed both her elbows on top of the fall board. Her hands holding her heavy head in between them.

“Hey...” A soft yet familiar voice sounded from behind. Y/n shocked her head repeatedly, letting Richard know that it would be better not to approach.

Pursing his lips in concern, he looked at her and still walked towards her, both his hare hands trailing up to her shoulders. He was uncertain of his own actions. It didn’t matter what he did, because he’d still bleed for her.

What he felt for her was intense and pure and was completely afraid to mess it up but he cared for her too much to let her be on her own when he knows exactly when she’s asking for help.

“… The song isn’t going so bad. What 's wrong?” His soothing voice mixed with his hands caressing her shoulders over the thick wool jacket that she was wearing, felt quite comforting. She didn’t want him to take his firm yet soft hands off her. It was the only way she could feel present, not drifting through her past or getting herself lost in her worst memories. Richard supposed that she’s only gotten stressed out so he calmed down.

Not knowing what to say, Y/n raised her chin. Her head resting now on his chest. Her eyes stared at his own, and by doing this, he knew there was something else going on. Richard furrowed his eyebrows worried, one of hands traveled up to her face, staying right in between her neck and her jaw. His thumb made a few caresses on her chin which made her smile innocently. Richard’s blue stare was fixed on with tenderness. He really adored her and it killed him not knowing what was wrong. His hand traveled down again, placing on her shoulders one last time. Pursing his together he pressed his chin on her head and just sighed to himself before speaking.

“Is there anything you want us to talk about?” His deep response warned her. Y/n swallowed hard. She didn’t even know how he’s amazed her the fact that he’s realised how she really was.

Richard didn’t even stutter in asking her, though. He knew that something was off and was not not going to ignore it. He scanned her face, right before he decided to brush his hand off her body. Scoffing, he sat beside her.

“I just got tired of repeating this song over and over again.” She added,forcing a smile. But he wasn’t stupid, he knew her quite too well. Richard’s observant and he’s able to sense if something’s wrong with her easily. There was no way he was going to believe her, though. Sighing, he bowed his head aside.

“Are you sure nothing’s bothering you?” He continued, offering his hand for her to hold. Y/n placed her hand on his own an wrapped their fingers together.

“I just… I made something. And I have been deciding if it’s a good idea to tell you or not, cause, I don’t want you to get upset.” Y/n admitted, her face lowered.

She was ashamed. Part of her didn’t want to tell him about it, but it was the right thing to do. Her words resounded like a holy echo in his head as if his mind was an empty space. His palms started to get sweaty and he could not help but to move his left foot every once and then, anxiously.

“I doubt that. But hey, it 's okay. I won’t get upset with you, alright?” He smiled honestly, trying as best as he could to keep himself calmed.The least he wanted was to accidentally raise his voice and scare her. Richard was direct but still soft spoken, letting her trust him.

“I’ve received messages from Nate. And the other day, we decided to meet and have a chat. But I left before any of us started talking about getting or not getting back together... I know, I’ve told you so many times, that I didn’t want to get back with him, and that I didn’t love him. I was confused. I am in fact more than confused right now. He makes me feel insecure in my own head. He seemed completely different. Changed… But whenever he spoke, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the bad things he made me go through. So, right before he decided to ask me, I left.” She added, without keeping eye contact with Richard’s piercing blue eyes not even once. Y/n felt nakedly exposed whenever they’d have deep conversations or mere arguments. It made her feel small and vulnerable, but not in a bad way.

“...I don’t know what to do. I’m aware of what’s going on. I know he’s still right up here, inside my head. Messing up with my thoughts and my feelings which I definitely can’t stand anymore.” Y/n sighed, looking at him. She expected him to be concerned or to look at her with pity, however, on the other hand, he looked the exact opposite. He seemed proud of her but his eyes seemed off, sad.

“You’ve been in a toxic relationship for over three years. It was understandable, that you weren’t going to be a hundred percent sure of your feelings, at the end. I told you that it was going to be okay. You cried everyday, for over a week, telling me that it was going to be impossible. And that you weren’t going to be able to trust anyone, not even yourself. But here we are now. You trusted in yourself deeply. And you made the wisest of the decisions. And it is such an achievement! You shouldn’t feel bad for it. Really.”Richard admitted happily. She didn’t see his reaction though, she was looking down, playing with her hands uncomfortably.

“Hey…” He whispered, catching her attention. Richard took her chin delicately and moved it towards his direction, so she could look at him straight to his eyes.

They didn’t say anything but if their eyes were able to express everything they wanted to say, no one would be able to separate them, not even their hearts. It was easy to let her know that he loved her, but at the same time it was so damn hard to admit it, although she already knew he did.

She knew that he loved her to bits, but Y/n never crossed through her mind the mere thought of him loving her romantically. Bold of her to even see how bright his eyes shone when he sees her and how petite she makes him feel sometimes. There was nothing in the world he most desired for but for her to know what he truly felt for her.

She would someday… At least not until her heart heals, Richard would not make a single movement. He wants to be with her, but there’s no rush to tell her, and there’s no need to force a broken heart to love his own.

[storiesforallfandoms]

neglected ~ shawn mendes

word count: 2091

request?: yes!

“hiii, here’s a shawn mendes x reader request i had since you’re requests are open now…

so what if the reader joins shawn on tour but starts feeling left out because shawn is only paying attention to his friends and then eventually the reader gets fed up of it and just snaps at shawn. then they have a fight about it, but at the end it’s all fluffy.

love u, stay safe :)”

description: when he starts neglecting her while on tour, she has enough and decides to voice her frustrations

pairing: shawn mendes x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Going on tour with your boyfriend for the first time should’ve been a magical experience. Getting to watch him perform every night, getting to go to the after parties with him to celebrate, spending a lot of alone time together in hotel rooms and the tour bus. How could it not be the time of your life?

That’s what you expected anyways. Reality was not as amazing as you thought.

You knew that Shawn would be busy. You didn’t expect him to drop his work to spend time with you. You didn’t want him to do that anyways; you were actually very excited to watch him perform and to be there for his shows and soundchecks.

No, it wasn’t the work that was making this experience less stellar than you expected. It was Shawn’s friends and his attention towards them.

You loved Shawn’s friends and you were glad they agreed to come on the tour for a while as well. Shawn had been having a hard time mentally on tour so you suggested that he bring some of his friends with him to help him feel more at home while on the road. At first, you were glad to see that it was working and to see how happy Shawn was. But then you started to notice how much more time and attention he was giving his friends versus how much he was giving you. It got to a point where he wouldn’t even notice you weren’t there.

Like the night that everything finally came to a head for you.

You had been to Shawn’s show, cheering for him from your VIP section. When the show finished, you went backstage to meet up with everyone. You were almost shocked when Shawn immediately ran up to you and gave you a big kiss.

“We’re going out for after show drinks,” he told you. “You’re coming with us, right?”

“Of course,” you said. “I gotta go to the bathroom first. I had one too many sodas during the show.”

Shawn chuckled and kissed you again before letting you go.

You were buzzing with excitement as you quickly did your business and washed your hands. You were hopped up on post show adrenaline and the excitement of being invited to the night out. You didn’t want to leave the guys waiting for too long.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, though, you found the backstage area empty except for Shawn’s manager. He looked at you in shock when you appeared.

“I thought you were going to the after party,” he said.

“I am,” I said. “I mean, I thought I was. Are they all gone?”

“Yeah, they left a few minutes ago.”

You bit back the hurt you were feeling. You were sure this was a misunderstanding. Maybe they were waiting for you outside.

But when you went out back where the car had been, all you saw was the tour bus and the stage crew carrying the equipment out. A lump was forming in your throat as you dialed Shawn’s number. You let it ring until it went to voicemail, then tried again to the same results.

Suddenly, your sadness washed away and was replaced with anger. You couldn’t believe that he left you! He invited you to go, he was the one who brought it up to you, and for the quick five minutes you were in the bathroom, he left!

You were fuming as you ordered an Uber to the arena. Most of the fans had cleared out by now, so you were safe to stand in the front of the arena as you waited for your Uber to arrive. You hoped your driver wasn’t very talkative because you truly were not in the mood for small talk.

Your driver gave you a small smile as you got in. “Coming from the concert?”

“Yeah,” you deadpanned.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good. Was it not a good show?”

“It was a good show until the end,” you muttered, turning to look out the window to signify to your driver that you were finished with the conversation.

You uttered a small “thank you” as you got out of the car at the hotel you were staying in. Your anger had started melting away in the car ride over, so now instead of the angry stomp you had planned, you were just barley dragging your feet to the elevator. You watched as the numbers ticked upwards until the soft ding filled your ears and the doors opened on your floor.

Your and Shawn’s shared hotel room wasn’t too far from the elevator, luckily, because all you wanted to do now was lay down in bed and cry. You couldn’t believe Shawn had so easily forgotten you, and now he wasn’t even answering your calls. This was supposed to be the time of your life, and instead all you felt was sadness. Part of you just wanted to pack your things and go home. It wasn’t like Shawn would even notice you weren’t there.

You were debating booking the next flight out of there and back home as you laid down in bed, but the minute your head hit the pillow your tears were unleashed. You curled up into a ball, allowing the tears to flow freely down your cheeks and soak into the pillow beneath you until you eventually cried yourself to sleep.

~~~~~~

You were awoken to the sound of a loud bang. You jumped awake, thinking someone was breaking into your room or something. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar laugh that you realized it was just Shawn finally coming back from his “after party”.

You looked over at your phone to see it was 3am. About time he got back.

Shawn switched on the light in the room without warning, causing you to yelp as you quickly covered your eyes.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

“Hard to sleep when you’re banging around the room and laughing at the top of your lungs,” you grumped. You blinked your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light and to get rid of the spots currently in your vision.

You looked up to see Shawn had that goofy smile on his face that you normally loved to see. You knew this meant he had had a good night, which usually you’d be happy about. But the events of the night were still fresh on your mind and you weren’t about to let him get away with neglecting you this time.

“Did you have a good night?” you asked him.

“Oh yeah, it was great! We went to this local bar that had a local band playing. We drank a bunch, played some pool. One of the guys in the band recognized me and let me get up on stage with them. I actually followed all of them, I’m gonna post a video of them performing on my story and hope it helps them gain a bunch of followers.”

“Sounds awesome. Thank you so much for including me in your oh so fun boy’s night.”

Shawn looked up at you, a confused look on his face. He was finally registering the sarcasm dripping from your tone.

“What do you mean? I invited you to come, babe.”

“Yeah you did, and about five minutes later while I was in the bathroom, you fucking left me at the arena!”

“What? No, I - ”

“Yes you did, Shawn! I went to the bathroom, I told you I’d be back and I’d be down to going out after your show, and then when I did come back from the bathroom you had just up and left me! No texts, no calls, no telling me where you were going. Just gone without a trace. You didn’t even text me to see if I had gotten back here safe from the arena.”

His face was turning a light shade of pink. “I just thought...I mean I knew you would’ve - ”

“Don’t lie, Shawn,” you cut him off. “You didn’t think of me at all. You just wanted to go out and have a good time with your friends. Who gives a fuck if your girlfriend is there or not, even though you were the one who invited me to come along with you guys.”

“Hey, you were the one who told me to invite the guys on the tour with me.”

“Yes, I did. I’m not claiming that I didn’t. I did that because I knew you were having a rough time mentally on the tour and I thought it would help to have your friends here with you. But what I didn’t think would happen would be that you were spending all your time with them and none of it with me!”

“That’s not true! I do spend time with you!”

“When? When was the last time we hung out without your friends, Shawn? When was the last time we did something outside of the hotel rooms and the tour bus and the backstage areas, just the two of us, without your friends? Tell me.”

You crossed your arms and looked at him, expectantly. He was silent and you could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t have any response.

“That’s what I thought,” you said.

“Okay, maybe we haven’t been spending much time together lately, but you’ve been on tour with me longer than the guys have. I spent time with you before they were here, and now I should be spending time with you while they’re here? That doesn’t seem fair.”

Your anger came to a boil. You got up from the bed and got so close to Shawn that you were basically in his face. He had to take a step away from you because you were so close, your anger radiating off of you.

“I was on tour with you a whole week before the guys came! So don’t pull that shit on me! I have every right to be upset about the fact that you have been neglecting me in favor of your friends. I love them to pieces, and you know that, but I do not love you shoving me to the side because of them. If you don’t want to spend time with me, just tell me so I can pack my shit and go home.”

You didn’t realize you had started crying again until Shawn reached out and wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. He held your head in his hands, sadness written on his face.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he said. “You’re right, the way I’ve been treating you is unfair. I’ve never gotten to take my girlfriend or my friends on tour before. I was so excited to be able to spend this time with everyone that I forgot I should be dividing it equally, not just expecting you to want to spend time with me and the guys all the time and not having alone time together.”

You sighed and moved closer to him, burying your head in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I want you to be happy while you tour,” you told him. “I just want to be able to spend time with you, too, and to make memories while we’re seeing the world together. I don’t mind if the guys tag along sometimes, but other times I do want it to just be us.”

“I know, babe. I promise from here on out I will spend equal time with you and with the guys, and I won’t leave you alone in arenas when we’re going out ever again. I’ll wait for you, even if that makes us the last two people in the building and they’re forcing us out so they can lock up.”

You giggled. “I won’t make you take it that far. That’s not fair to the custodians then.”

Shawn chuckled as well and kissed your forehead. The two of you got into bed together and you settled into Shawn’s arms. You were starting to feel the tug of sleep pulling you into the world of dreams when you felt Shawn’s lips against your forehead again.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled back. “Go to sleep, I’m tired.”

His chest vibrated as he chuckled and you felt him stretch out towards the nearby light switch before the room was plunged into darkness and you finally drifted off to sleep.

[succulentsunrise]

hi uhhh, i don't really know if you take requests, but.. if it's fine with you, may i req for dorothy and nozel accidentally revealing their relationship to the captains then fluff? thank you!!! hehe>_<

What a cute idea! 🥰 I don't think it's my best work, but I hope you like it!!

Dreaming Out Loud

Warning: Mentions of disassociation

Words: 2091

It was the monthly time for the Captain’s meeting. Summaries of any incidents were produced, progress of new knights recorded, and friendly bickering between the captains conducted. It was all very routine-like. It was all very boring for Dorothy. This was important, that much was clear to her, yet she couldn’t concentrate on it fully. People argued too much with each other, comparing their success and bringing up others’ failures. Fuegoleon’s calm voice was enough to command people into attention, but there was just too much. Dorothy liked to withdraw - to be half in her dreams - and just wake up for the actually important stuff. The time was approaching for her to have to present her report, but she was still very much in her own head. A fond memory had captivated her, her imagination catching it with both hands: Nozel, leaning over her, watching her write the report, his silvery hair tucked behind his ear as to not be on the way. All those serious questions about the numbers. He had brought his own papers on that particular section and compared them with hers. They had talked long into the night about it. Then, a gentle kiss on her cheek. A thank you for discussing it with him. He was still awkward about showing affection sometimes, but it made it all the sweeter. Well, Dorothy would have to return to reality now, to present the facts. At least halfway. However, as she began to concentrate enough to return her thoughts into the present, she found Nozel taking her papers from the paper and beginning to read them out loud. He knew all the facts she wanted to present today, and went through them succinctly. Dorothy tried to suppress the smile that wanted to rise to her lips. He was very considerate of her. Having summarised her report, he moved onto his own. Dorothy almost considered waking up properly to look at him, but she knew he wouldn’t have noticed anyways. Later on, when they could meet again. She’d make sure he knew how much it meant to her to not have to wake up right now.

As Dorothy could hear Nozel searching for a paper next to her, a sudden memory flooded her little imagination. They were together, by the desk. Nozel brought his own section - that, which she just had thought of - of the report to her desk, for comparison. They talked, enjoyed some drinks. Nozel stayed the night. Later, in the morning, they gathered their papers hastily. That section had stayed with her papers. Springing to action, not wanting to cause Nozel any grievance, Dorothy went through the papers in front of her. Even without opening her eyes, she knew where the paper was. The words slipped out of her mouth before she could properly formulate them.

“You left it in my room last night, here.”

Dorothy could feel the visible flinch in Nozel’s posture. It was like lightning had struck him. There came a kind of a stunned silence in the room. If Dorothy had thought that she had mumbled those last words so no one could’ve heard, the changed atmosphere in the room clearly told her it was not so. Perhaps she should’ve used different words. She let Nozel take the papers from her hands, but she didn’t open her eyes. Perhaps, if she retreated to her little dream world, she wouldn’t even know this happened. It wasn’t so embarrassing for her, but she knew Nozel was still uncomfortable with telling anyone about the relationship. She could hear him clear his throat and try to begin his report. 

“Thank you. As I was saying–”

A lazy voice quickly interrupted him. Ah, she should’ve known that that man would start something.

“Wouldn’t have believed that from you,” Yami taunted.

She could imagine what he looked like: most likely leaning back on his chair, with an unlit cigarette on his lips. He was probably wearing a shit-eating grin on his face.

“As I was saying,” Nozel stubbornly continued, ignoring the taunt. 

From the other side of him, Dorothy could hear Jack’s typical, rather shrill laughter. Nozel took a deep breath. Things were devolving rather fast, but Dorothy knew she wouldn’t have an effect on it. Better continue to sleep. Better not to try to control it.

“Let him speak,” Fuegoleon’s commanding voice rang out. 

It was clear by his tone that he too was amused by the situation. At least he was intent on keeping the meeting on its tracks and gently guiding it to its end destination. Nozel’s voice was cold as he spoke, but Dorothy knew he was rattled by her little mishap. Hopefully he wasn’t too rattled. She’d talk to him after this and apologise. They’d figure out together how to do damage control, if that was what he wanted. 

“As I was saying,” Nozel started again for the last time, as now he was allowed to continue his report.

As the meeting concluded, Dorothy rose to leave. She often was one of the last ones to leave, while Nozel was among the first. Usually they met outside of the building and headed together somewhere else. This time Fuegoleon hung back a little, and as Dorothy made to leave, he asked her to stay for a while. She was slightly suspicious of his motives, but she had no reason to decline. Perhaps it was something unrelated, considering that it was more likely for Fuegoleon to tease Nozel than her about any relationship-related matters.

“You are awake, aren’t you?” Fuegoleon asked, his voice smooth. 

Dorothy opened her eyes to look at him. There was a knowing twinkle in his eyes. He knew there were three different states of being for Dorothy: awake, asleep, and something in-between them. A state where she was embedded in her dreams, but still conscious of the real world. A dissociation from reality, but not to a full extent. She could still hear everything that was happening, but she was detached from it herself. It was as if listening to the world outside of her own body.

“Did you mean to put him on the spot?” Fuegoleon continued, having received his confirmation.

“No,” she answered softly. 

A smile spread on her lips nonetheless, and she looked sharply at the other man.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask too many questions from him yet. You two are friends. He’ll tell you when he’s ready.”

“Of course,” Fuegoleon promised. “But there is…something?”

“Tsk-tsk!” Dorothy exclaimed with a smile. “My lips are sealed.”

“I see,” he sighed. 

“To be honest, I wanted to speak of that with you and some other Captains, but…the time isn’t right.”

“I understand.”

There was a smile on Fuegoleon’s face as well. Though she could not say anything straightforwardly, he seemed satisfied with the answers. He had always been very intelligent. His eyes strayed to the door, and Dorothy followed his gaze to find Nozel hanging by the door. His face was expressionless, but it was clear to both of them that he was waiting for her. It was, perhaps, a little bit too obvious.

“I must leave to my squad,” Dorothy said politely, and waved a hand as a goodbye.

If she noticed Fuegoleon rising an eyebrow at the ‘squad’, she didn’t remark on it. She simply walked to Nozel and nodded. They left the building together.

“What did he want?” Nozel questioned as soon as they were out of anyone’s earsight.

“He wanted to know if I was antagonising you,” Dorothy sighed, giving Nozel a long look.

She could feel that he was upset. He was ready for action, ready to question someone. Despite having dated him for a long time, Dorothy wasn’t sure how to approach him when he was like this. His cold exterior gave way to anger that was difficult to soothe. She didn’t like that anger, cold and all-consuming as it was.

“People will talk,” Nozel said sharply.

She could feel his discomfort in the fast pace of his walking, see it in the tenseness of his body. 

“Yes,” Dorothy agreed. “We can’t stop that now.”

Nozel almost turned towards her, but stopped. She knew why. He wanted her to take it back, take what she had said in the meeting back and explain it somehow. She couldn’t. Neither of them could. It was now in the others’ hands. What she had said was a simple fact: they couldn’t stop it.

“I’m sorry, Nozel.”

There was no reply. Dorothy closed her eyes. She had wanted to be open about the relationship for a long time. He had not wanted that. She had been patient with him. She had no insecurities about it being a secret, but it was frustrating to have to hide it. Still, Dorothy felt guilty about this slip. She knew that to get Nozel to agree to it, the reveal would have to be planned in excruciating detail. He hadn’t been ready yet. To Nozel, private life was heavily private. If others got a peek at it, it was because he had allowed it. She had really messed up this time…Dorothy knew she was drifting back into her disconnected state of mind, away from being fully awake. She shouldn’t. She should stay with Nozel and talk about this. Together. His anger was so draining. It felt like it consumed both of them, instead of just him. It was a bad habit of hers to drift away.

A gentle touch on her hand awoke Dorothy again. Nozel had taken her hand. She opened her eyes to look at him, only to see him looking at her worriedly. 

“Stay,” he whispered.

It might have sounded like a command, if his tone wasn’t so pleading. There was a genuine wish expressed in his whole face for her to stay here, with him. Dorothy blinked, then wrapped her fingers around his hand. He had brought her back. The anger was restrained, pushed back for this moment. Dorothy knew he was doing it for her. She concentrated on staying with him. He did this for her, she would do that for him.

“I’m not angry at you,” Nozel clarified quickly. “I’m not. I’m just…”

His voice trailed off. Dorothy knew. He was stressed, he was uncomfortable. Things had gone out of his control.

“I wanted to–” Nozel broke off again, shaking his head. “I didn’t want it to happen this way.”

“I know.”

“If only I had been more careful with the papers.”

“Nozel, it’s alright,” Dorothy said quietly. “We are close to those people. They aren’t necessarily all our friends, but they aren’t people trying to ruin us.”

Nozel nodded almost mechanically, and sunk into silence. They walked together, hand in hand, neither saying anything. Dorothy concentrated on their surroundings, staying in the moment through that. Silence often prompted her to fall back to her thoughts, which led to falling asleep. This was important and she had to stay awake. Yet a lot of it hung on what Nozel wanted to do with it - whether they came out with it or not didn’t matter to Dorothy. There was no status for her to consider. Nozel had all of that: he was the heir of his royal family, and it was already a miracle he wasn’t married by now. 

“This doesn’t change anything, in the end,” Nozel finally sighed. “We always planned to be open about this eventually. I am jumping too far ahead in my assumptions. We’ll tell the captains for now, and it’s unlikely to spread much further, with the exception of that foreigner.”

“Yami won’t gossip,” Dorothy disagreed. “He just likes to tease you.”

“Would you be alright with this? Not telling everyone yet?”

“I think it’s a good idea. We’ll see how the others react and figure out how to go from there. I know this is important to you.”

“Yes. It do wonder...”

Dorothy looked questioningly at Nozel, but he avoided her gaze a bit. He cleared his throat a little. There was an almost uncharacteristically dreamy look on his face. His hand holding hers softened its grip a little.

“Would you marry me, if I asked?”

Dorothy stared at him, a delighted smile spreading on her face. What a sudden question! She pulled her wide-brimmed hat a little over her face and looked away as well.

“I think so, yes.”

She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed it back. 

What had before been a dream for both, had been said out loud for the first time.

[parkerliciouspeter]

Obvious

Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

requests are open!

word count: 2091 (long one 🥴)

warnings: swearing lmao

a/n: listen to obvious by taylor trensch from the dear evan hansen 😏🤏

masterlist!

Peter walked in his first class, rubbing his eyes. He only got an hour of sleep last night because of some burglars he chased for 18 blocks after they stole a few bags worth of jewelry.

“Glad to see that you’ve finally joined us, Mr. Parker.” His literature teacher gave him a tight lipped smile and gestured to the seat beside you. “You may take a seat beside Ms. Y/L/N, here.”

You gave him a nod. You were as sleepy as him, because you were the one who helped him catch the said burglars. But he didn’t know that. Because you did an actually decent job at making sure your identity was always concealed.

“Suh, Parker.”

He smiles and puts his head on his desk, mind drifting off to the masked hero who helped him yesterday. She was definitely a she, but no matter how many times he asked for her name she stayed silent.

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout, Peter?” You yawn, picking up a white marker.

He snaps out of his daze and quickly opens his notebook, hastily copying the notes on the blackboard. “N-nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow and lifted your legs on the seat so that your knees touched your chest, and scribbled a few stars on the bottoms of your jeans. He let his gaze linger on you for a while, before looking back up at the board.

When you get bored you draw stars on the cuffs of your jeans

He watched as you paid no attention to the teacher, even flipping open a magazine and scrawling on a few pages. Fidgeting with the necklace strung around your neck, you sucked on the end of a ballpen as you read the questions in a quiz that was sandwiched in the magazine you were reading. Peter swore he’d seen that necklace before, though he doesn’t know where-

“Still with us, Ms. Y/L/N?”

You nod absently.

“If so, what year did Shakespeare write-“

“Romeo and Juliet? He wrote it during 1591 to 1596, no one’s sure. Honestly, it kinda sucks. All the guys are either drunk or misogynistic and the girls exist to have-“ you let out a horribly faked cough that sounded suspiciously like “sex,” earning a few laughs from your classmates. Peter turned his head at you. You hadn’t looked up from your magazine.

You still fill out the quizzes you find in those teen magazines

At lunch, while Ned was ogling over Liz, he saw you out of the corner of his eye, messing around with your friends. He smiled to himself, he always found it so amazing that you could ignore the whole world around you, shut out the voices that tell you that you can’t do what you want.

And you dance like nobody's there

Awkward and perfect

You don't even care

“Dude, did you see the news yesterday? There was this huge robbery, and obviously Spider-man was there, but there was another guy there too.”

He turned his head to Ned so quickly, his neck cricked. “U-uh, yeah, I saw.”

“Yeah, people think she’s a she, but I’m not so sure,”

Peter bit on his lip, and he continued to wonder who was behind the mask.

At the end of the day, you skipped towards Peter in the hall, shaking him from behind. “PETER!”

“aAAaAh-“

You burst out laughing, eventually earning some badly kept in giggles from him. “Oh my god, your reaction was priceless!”

He scrunched his lips up to hide a smile, and punched you in the shoulder playfully. However, he realized that he had heard it before. Obviously, he had, because you were his best friend, but he could’ve sworn he’d heard it yesterday, even though you hadn’t hung out at that time.

“Peter? Earth to Peter?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, h-hi.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shove a small paper bag in his arms. “Heard that May hasn’t been doin’ well lately, and she’s been having to do double shifts, so I hope this’ll help.”

Before Peter could reply, you were already skipping away. He opened the bag to find a wad of cash along with a small piece of paper.

Hey May!

Don’t forget to take breaks and take care of yourself!

Hope this takes care of things you needed to settle after Ben’s passing.

Love, Y/N ♡︎

He stared at the note in awe, and quickly counted the cash. A thousand dollars. You had given him a thousand dollars. He watched your figure skip away in awe, in awe of how someone could give so much even if they didn’t have a lot in the first place.

But that’s just you, and he should be used to it by now.

Something courageous, amazing, contagious

And kind

All combined

He heads to Delmar’s Deli-Grocery and picks up a few sandwiches, including one he’s planning to give to you as a thank-you.

Suddenly, the TV behind the counter switched to a news report.

“We’ve just received a report of a car chase near Midtown School of Science and Technology, four men have reportedly committed a grand theft auto and are currently being chased by our new unnamed superhero…” The news reporter droned on about the mysterious hero. Peter quickly snatched the sandwiches and placed some money on the counter. “Keep the change!” he yelled, while running out the door to the alleyway to change into his suit.

“About time you arrived, Spider-boy.” You sneered, wiping the blood off your busted lip.

He squinted, and proceeded to web up the criminals, but. He noticed that they had mild, fresh burn marks around their wrists.

“You gonna ogle at the bad guys, or actually catch them?”

The both of them didn’t say another word to each other, and decided to fight these criminals quietly. While Peter had knocked one out, his gaze flickered to the small silver chain necklace swinging around your neck. He could’ve sworn he had seen it before…

A swift punch in the gut disrupted his train of thought, the guy he had knocked out took advantage of Peter being distracted. The smell of smoke filled Peter’s lungs. Without warning, the thief started aggressively kicking, in an attempt to put out a fire that was rising up his leg.

He looked at the masked hero’s outstretched arm. “What? You gonna say thank you?”

Rolling his eyes, he webbed up his legs to put out the flame. “Rule number one of being a superhero, no one gets hurt. Not even the ones who commit crime.”

“Oh, come on, can’t I have a bit of fun?”

The two of you had finally caught the thieves, the red and blue lights reflecting off your black suit. You looked at the time, it was five-fifty, your parents expected you home by six. Ignoring the news reporters you looked at Spider-man, with a smug smile on your face. “Watch yourself, bug-boy. I might not always be there to be your knight and shining armor, or whatever.”

He watched you leap away into the distance. Then it hit him.

Washington D.C; After the incident in the tower.

“Peter!” You spotted your best friend and sprinted towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He turned red and did the same.

You pulled away, tear stains on your cheeks. You started to punch him everywhere you could reach. “You - are - such - an - ASS!” You cried, hitting him in between every word. Eventually, your voice broke and tears spilled out your eyes, head on his chest. He didn’t know that his disappearance would affect you so much, you’ve always acted like you thought he was annoying.

Wiping your eyes, you looked.. apologetic? No. Sincere. “I’m sorry Peter, I shouldn’t be mad. Ned said you weren’t feeling well this morning, I know how nervous you must be about the Decathlon.”

“N-no, no, you have every right to be. I’m sorry for not going.”

“I managed to calm Liz down and convince her to not get too mad at you.” You let out a broken chuckle. “You better watch yourself, Parker. I might not always be there to be your knight and shining armor, y’know.”

He mentally facepalmed himself. It was so blatantly obvious.

Why go stating the obvious?

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring, and staring right at you

So obviously

Peter had quickly changed into his normal clothes but kept his mask on, and swung so quickly that he had almost hit a building on his way to your apartment. After a while, he landed on your balcony and knocked on your window.

You turned around, expecting to see Peter but was instead greeted by a pair of large white eyes on a red mask.

“aAAAUGH!” You threw a book at the window but instead it bounced on the glass and hit you in the forehead. “Fu- ouch…” You opened your window cautiously.

Peter held in a laugh and pulled his mask off. Your jaw dropped open and you were about to yell something when he quickly clamped a hand on your mouth and jumped into your bedroom. “Dude, please shut up and don’t yell my name or I’m gonna hurt you.” His panicked face turned into a sweet smile and he released his hand.

“Wha- how- how long have you been- y-you know what? W-why didn’t you tell me?! I can’t believe you didn’t-“

Peter quickly shushed you and played with your fingers as he talked. “I know you have a lot of questions, and I’m really really really super sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier, I was just scared that you’d get hurt by bad people if they knew we were friends and-“

“Peter.” You whispered, a serious and stern look on your face. “Get to the fucking point, please.”

He froze for a second, and swallowed. “Y-y/n, were you, um, the- the girl who was fighting- uh- earlier? Near school? Just a while ago?

Your serious face doesn’t waver. “I- I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.”

“Y/n, I’m pretty sure it’s you. You-“ He played with your necklace. “You were wearing the same necklace.”

You become flustered, and a few tears streamed down your cheeks. “I don’t know what happened, I just- got really mad and exploded the microwave, then it got worse and worse and-“ Peter cuts you off by wrapping his arms around your body, rubbing circles on your back soothingly. The entire room was silent except for your deep gasps for air. Once you’ve calmed down, he continues to play with your hair.

“P-Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a feeling that that wasn’t the only reason why you came here.”

Peter was glad that you couldn’t see his reddening face. “Wh-what do you mean?”

You stayed silent—he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Just so you know, I really like you, Peter. Ever since we met.” You pull away, eyes widening. “Please tell me you didn’t come here for some help with the homework, or this would’ve been very awkward.”

He laughed, and leaned in, hesitating. “C-can I kiss you?”

You smirked and kissed him hard, letting out all of your bottled-up emotions. You’ve been doing a pretty decent job of pretending you don’t like him, but there’s something about him that just makes you snap.

You pull away, the both of you are so close that your noses are just barely touching.

“I- I love you, Y/N.”

“I do too.”

You were just about to lean into him for another kiss when a loud and rhythmic knock banged on your door.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly pushed Peter off your bed and shoved him in your closet. “Shit, that’s my brother, hide!”

Your little brother opens the door, hitting it on the wall. “Y/N!! Oscar peed on my shoes again!”

“Fu- aargh, I forgot to walk him today, sorry, Tyler.” He wiped his nose exaggeratedly and stomped out the room.

Once you’ve made sure that he was gone, you closed the door and locked it, just to make sure there wouldn’t be any unwanted visitors coming in your room.

Peter pushed the door open slightly. “Is he gone?”

You laughed and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and tackled you onto your bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “M’sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. We could’ve had weeks. Years, even.”

Tugging on his hair, you planted a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s alright, Pete. What matters is that we’re together now.”

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Hi! I'm a giant fan of your fics!!!!!! Anyways could I request nagito with a rope bunny reader, no pressure though!!!!

ミ☆ Here you go! I don't have much experience writing bondage, so i hope it's okay! Word Count: 2091

Contains: Fem reader, female specific pet names used, explicit sexual content, bondage, dom/sub dynamics (v/mild though)

Komaeda’s hands shake as he ties the final knot, chewing down on his lower lip, watching with an inescapable hunger as you wriggle just a little to test the strength of his knotwork. The rope is tight, but Komaeda did not skimp on quality, so even as tight as it is you don't feel any particular discomfort, it almost feels smooth.

You can only imagine what Komaeda is thinking, looking down at you. At the way the rope is tightly bound around your tits, nipples hard and perky in the cold air. how it digs into the soft flesh of your stomach and thighs. He takes in a shaky breath, chewing nervously on a thumbnail as you wriggle beneath him, relishing in the feeling of the rope pressed tight around your crotch. Almost close enough that you can feel it on your cunt, but not quite, just far enough to the sides that it doesn't bring true pleasure. Only the anticipation.

“Have I done it right?” Komaeda asks, shifting a little to hide the obvious tenting in his jeans, “I haven't done this before so...ah…”

“No. You’ve done a wonderful job.” You breathe, sitting up a little higher on your knees, pushing your breasts out even further. Quivering in your restraints, “You know what comes next right?”

“I...I…” His throat bobs, hand slipping down his jeans and shyly palming his cock, “I have my way with you.” he chuckles, trying to sound more confident than he is “isn't that right?”

You don't acknowledge his nerves. Komaeda’s confidence always takes a little bit to solidify, but you know he’ll get there eventually. So instead, you shuffle forward on your knees, it's hard to keep your balance with your arms firmly secured behind your back, but you manage, “What do you want to do with me?” you whisper, leaning forward to rub your cheek against his erection. He moans salaciously, head lolling backwards as his hips stutter forward into your touch.

“Lean back...I...I need to undo my jeans.”

You giggle, sitting back on your heels, “Yessir.”

He chokes on a whine, eyes flitting down to you, desperation swimming within them. You watch luridly as he slowly drags down his zipper and pulls his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs. Komaeda lets out a sigh when his cock is finally released from its confines, its flushed red and dripping.

“Seeing you...tied up like that, it…” He reaches a hand down and pumps his cock once, “It does things to me.”

You smirk. He’s gaining his confidence now, good.

He breathes in deep through his nose, and his pale eyes meet yours, “Be a good girl and suck, okay?”

He doesn’t need to ask twice, even hearing those words drop from his mouth sends a bolt of arousal down to your exposed cunt. You wriggle, getting almost frustrated that you can't touch yourself. However, there are much more important matters to attend to. Like finally wrapping your lips around Komaeda.

One of his hands flies up and buries itself in the back of your hair when he feels the warmth of your mouth encase him. An exaggerated moan shuddering through him as his hips jump forward into your open mouth. You chuckle around him, you like it when he gets like this. When he gets desperate. He gasps and moans above you, huffing air in through his teeth, fingers pulling tight in your hair as he tries to hold back from shoving his cock the whole way down your throat.

Ever the gentleman.

You peer up at him from behind your eyelashes, sucking gently on his head before slowly leaning forward, breathing deep in through your nose as you take him the whole way down. Komaeda groans when he feels the release of pressure, when his cock finally slips past your tongue and down the back of your throat.

“Oh...Oh god…” He whimpers, panting and quivering as you stay completely still. Staring up at him with his cock as deep as it can possibly go, “you...you’re so good at that…” he giggles nervously, rubbing the back of your head with palm.

“Fannkyuuuuu~” you manage to slur around him. He laughs again.

He hisses in through his teeth as he slowly edges his cock out of your mouth, and then languidly pushes it back in again. The hand on the back of your head slowly drifting down to finger the pink rope pulled taut from your shoulders down to your breasts. You moan around his cock, wriggling against your restraints once again, wanting so badly to feel his hands on you. Drool is dripping down over your lower lip and you hear Komaeda choke on a moan when a thin line of it trails the whole way down to your breasts. It feels cold on your bare skin, but it is the closest thing you have had to contact in so long.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you?” Komaeda breathes, still slowly pumping his cock in and out of your mouth.

You nod, making the closest thing you can to a noise of affirmation.

Komaeda smirks, “You’re craving my touch. You want my pathetic hands all over you, don't you?”

He slips his cock out of your mouth and you heave a raspy breathe before moaning, “please”

You like the way Komaeda puffs up with praise. The way his eyes glint with confidence when you beg for his touch, or his mouth, or his cock. You love when his superiority complex makes an appearance, and fuck, you love indulging it.

“Get on the bed.”

This is the scenario you had in mind when you told him not to tie your legs together. Komaeda is many things, but strong enough to pick you up and carry you is not one of them. So luckily you are able to stand (albeit with some effort) and walk yourself over to the bed. You yelp when Komaeda slaps your ass.

“Ah...sorry…”

You turn to face him, lowering yourself down on the sheets and opening your legs wide. Feeling his burning gaze run up your naked flesh and over the ropes adorning your body, “Don’t apologise, Nagito. I told you to have your way with me.”

He collapses to his knees at the foot of the bed. Breath hot and heavy as his fingers skim your edges of the ropes, of your skin. Desperate to devour you but not sure where to start. Finally, finally, he grabs both of your breasts, massaging them, squishing them together and then letting them drop.

He laughs, “who knew that your breasts could look even more amazing? The rope it…it accentuates them in a way that I just-“ he moans, leaning forward and sucking hard on one of your nipples, you gasp, he licks and sucks, still fondling your other breast with his hand. When he pulls back he is breathless, “-I can’t resist. I want you all for myself.”

“What else do you want, Nagito?” You whisper, letting your thighs fall even wider open.

He takes in a shaky breath, climbing onto the mattress with you, “I’m going to fuck you.”

You moan aloud at the thought of it. Already dripping wet after not one single touch, cunt throbbing for want of him.

“I’m going to fuck you until all you can say is my name.”

He grips the rope around your waist and uses it to tug you further towards him, the head of his cock just bumping your outer folds.

“I’m going to fuck you until the thought of my pathetic cock keeps you awake at night, until I’m all you ever want, until you’re as hungry for me as I am for you.”

“Yes! Nagito! Please!”

He groans loudly at your assertion, finally slipping inside of you. After what felt like eons of nothing, the sensation of his cock filling you is ten times stronger than it has ever been. Your spine arches up against the ropes, and you moan doubly loud at the feeling of the tight restraints pressing against you. Komaeda grunts as he thrusts in and out of you, fingers wrapped around the rope at your waist, tugging you down further in time with his hips.

“So...good…” He whines, “You’re doing so good...taking me so perfectly...I-” his voice breaks off into a moan and he follows it up with another three quick thrusts, “-I can't stop watching myself moving in and out of you...I...ah!”

You wish you could touch him, that you could drag your nails down the pale skin of his back. Leave him covered in pale red scratches that only you know are there. His eyes squeeze shut and he leans back down to pull one of your nipples into his mouth. It feels wet, warm and amazing. Looking down at him, you can see his half lidded eyes staring up at you, perfect white hair spread across your chest, shifting and curling with every thrust deep inside of your cunt. You see a flash of pink tongue drag across your aching nipple and you toss your head back in a moan.

“F--Fuck!” You hiss, trying in vain to roll your hips up into his, “I...I need-” He sinks his teeth into the side of your breast and you shriek, “-T--Touch me! Please! I'm so close...I-”

His hand slips down between the two of you, skirting just around your clit.

“Is this what you want?” He breathes, slowing his thrusts down. Opting instead to go slow, but deep. You gasp when he bottoms out inside of you. Hips twitching in all directions, trying to force his fingers to touch where you really want them.

“Nggghhh”

He chuckles, brushing even closer, but still not giving you want you desire, “Close, but that wasn't my name was it?”

He thrusts hard and deep inside of you, your thighs clench and you wail, “Nagito, please!”

He moans, burying his face in the side of your throat before muttering, “good girl.”

His dexterous fingers finally meet your clit, circling loose and fast all while his hips snap brutally up against yours. It's so much, you can feel the warmth in your stomach turn boiling, feel yourself getting closer and closer to the tipping point. Komaeda leans up a little, giving you a full view of his gyrating hips, of the way the muscles in his stomach work under his skin. Most importantly, of the downright hungry look in his eyes.

“I want you to cum for me.” He begs, lifting up one of your thighs and hooking it around his waist, “Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me?”

“Yes!” You cry out, tears springing in your eyes from the intensity of the feeling. The ropes are digging into your skin as you writhe beneath him, your whole body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, “I...I’m gonna-”

Komaeda’s fingers grip tight into the flesh of your thigh, the fingers on your clit press down hard and your orgasm comes crashing into you. Body arching up as best it can with the ropes pulled tight around your torso, white flashing behind your eyes and walls tightening around Komaeda’s cock. He laughs, fucking into you desperately as he follows you over the edge, cumming hard deep inside of you.

His breath slows, and he rests his forehead on your chest. He only takes a minute to recuperate before looking up at you with sleepy eyes and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Would you sit up for me, angel? I’ll untie you.”

“Oh yeah, thank you.” Honestly, you are so busy basking in the afterglow that you almost forgot you were still tied up.

Komaeda’s hands are gentle as he unties the knots. Kissing every inch of bare skin as it is revealed. Whispering sweet nothings against your flesh and sighing as your hands are finally free to tangle in his hair, “Was that okay? I...I didn't hurt you, did i?” He asks as he works on the final knot, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder.

“It was wonderful, Nagito. You were perfect.”

He sighs happily against your skin, haphazardly tossing the rope to the floor and pulling you down onto the bed with him. Nuzzling his head into your chest. As you curl your fingers into his hair, and look down at his peaceful expression, all you can wonder is how you got so lucky.

[ipumperdiddler]

JUST DANCE

2091 Words (1/1 COMPLETE)

Relationship: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:

Hannibal and Will are lying low in a safe house after the fall when the ex-profiler makes an unusual request of his companion

Tags: Inspired by Just Dance (BTS)Video Game MechanicsDancingFluff and CrackCrack Treated SeriouslyPost-Fall (Hannibal)HidingLiving Togethersomewhat oocSillySurprised HannibalDancy Pants WillThirsty Hannibal LecterHannigram - Freeform

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