#she's so tiny he could find her sweet spot without even trying

[happy-is-thirsty]

Just thinking about Yachi squeezing around Tendou's long fingers as he slides them into her tight heat.

[harryspurpleloofah]

Just next door

Summary: the guy who just moved in next door invited Y/N over for coffee and she saw a sex toy. Him hearing her touch herself later that day evolves into phone sex

Warnings: swearing, female and male masturbation, fingering, phone sex, guided masturbation, mentions of reader hearing moans from Harry’s apartment while he hooks up with someone, I think like a tiny bit of swearing?

The warm scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the small apartment as Y/N set two steaming mugs on the table near the window. Across from her, Clara perched eagerly on a chair, her fingers drumming against the ceramic mug in her hands.

“You’re not going to believe this,” Clara said, leaning forward like she was about to deliver life-changing news.

Y/N arched a brow. “What? Did someone steal your parking spot again?”

Clara shook her head, a grin already tugging at her lips. “No, it’s way better. I was coming up the stairs earlier, and guess who I saw?”

“Unless it’s Freddie Mercury, I’m not guessing,” Y/N replied dryly, taking a sip from her cup.

“A man,” Clara said, her grin growing wider. “A hot man. Like, ridiculously hot. And he was moving boxes into the apartment right next to yours.”

That got Y/N’s attention. She straightened slightly, setting her cup down. “The apartment next door? The one that’s been empty like…forever?”

“Exactly!” Clara practically squealed. “And let me just tell you, this guy is no ordinary neighbor. He’s tall, has this messy, curly hair, and..oh my God—he was wearing a sleeveless shirt while carrying all those boxes. His arms, Y/N. His arms. I swear they look like they belong in a museum.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though a flicker of curiosity was in her. “Sounds like someone’s trying to show off.”

“Um, if you had arms like that, wouldn’t you?” Clara quipped. “He’s a walking thirst trap, I’m telling you. You should bake him cookies or something, just so I have an excuse to come back and see him again.”

“Yeah right,” Y/N scoffed. “The last thing I need is to deal with a cocky neighbor who probably spends more time flexing in mirrors than unpacking his boxes.”

Clara snorted, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Don’t write him off just yet. You haven’t even met him. What if he’s sweet? Or mysterious? Or—”

“Or obnoxious,” Y/N interrupted. “Or loud. Or the kind of guy who blasts terrible music at all hours.”

“Or the kind of guy who’s so hot you won’t care,” Clara shot back.

Y/N shook her head, laughing softly. “Let’s just hope he keeps to himself and doesn’t cause any trouble.”

Y/N was halfway through folding laundry on the couch when she heard a knock at the door. Her brows furrowed as she glanced at the clock—7:30 p.m. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Clara had left hours ago, and most of her neighbors preferred to keep to themselves.

She padded over to the door and opened it. There he was.

The first thing she noticed was the curls—a messy tumble of dark brown waves that framed his face just right. Then her eyes caught on the white T-shirt stretched across his chest and the tattoos that peeked out along his arms, ink twisting down his skin like art in motion. He had a lazy, easy smile, the kind that could disarm anyone without trying.

“Hey,” he said, his voice warm, slightly raspy. “Sorry to bother you. I’m Harry—just moved in next door.”

Y/N blinked, forcing herself to recover. Of course, he’s stupidly attractive, she thought, Clara’s earlier words ringing in her ears.

“Oh,” she said quickly, gripping the edge of the door. “Hi. Welcome, I guess.”

His smile widened a bit, his dimples appearing. “Thanks. Umm, I hate to be that guy, but do you happen to have a screwdriver I could borrow? I can’t find mine in all the boxes, and my bookshelf is dangerously close to collapsing on me.”

She hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not she wanted to prolong this interaction. But then she caught the faintest trace of hope in his eyes, like he wasn’t entirely sure she’d help. That, and the hint of an accent lacing his words, made it hard to say no.

“Yeah, I think I’ve got one. Hold on a second.”

She left the door slightly ajar as she went to the kitchen drawer, rummaging around until she found the toolkit. When she came back, Harry was leaning casually against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

“Here,” she said, holding out the screwdriver. “You can just bring it back whenever you’re done.”

He took it, his fingers brushing against hers briefly. “Thanks. Lifesaver.” He paused, tilting his head slightly as if studying her. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N,” she said, trying to keep her tone neutral.

“Well, Y/N,” he said, his smile turning just a touch more charming. “I owe you one. First favor in the books already. You’re making it hard for me to be a bad neighbor.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, even as she tried to suppress it. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

He grinned, taking a step back toward his door. “I guess we’ll see. Thanks again, Y/N.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving her standing in the doorway with a slight flush creeping up her neck and an unfamiliar warmth buzzing in her chest.

A month later, the café was buzzing with quiet chatter as Y/N stirred her iced coffee, the clinking of the ice against the glass the only sound between her and Clara for the moment. Across the small table, Clara was mid-bite of her sandwich, but the look in her eyes told Y/N she was just waiting for the right moment to drop something.

“What?” Y/N finally asked, narrowing her eyes.

Clara grinned, swallowing quickly before leaning forward. “Nothing. Just…how are things with your very hot neighbor?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she felt the faintest blush creep up her neck. “They’re fine. He borrowed a screwdriver the other day. That’s the extent of our interactions.”

She smiles, “Well when I pulled into the lot, your new neighbor..Harry, right? He was coming back from a run.”

Y/N looked up, her fork hovering in the air. “A run?”

“Uh-huh,” Clara confirmed, grinning now. “And let me tell you, it was a sight to behold. He was wearing these black running shorts and a tank top, and he was like, glistening in all the right places. I swear it was like watching one of those slow-motion workout montages in a movie.”

Y/N groaned, dropping her fork onto her plate. “Clara.”

“What?” Clara said innocently, though the glint in her eye betrayed her. “I’m just saying, the man has no business looking like that while casually jogging. And he looked so…relaxed about it, like he didn’t even realize every living being with eyes was staring at him.”

Y/N took a sip of her iced coffee, trying to hide the heat creeping up her neck. “Okay, you’re being dramatic.”

“Oh, am I?” Clara shot back, crossing her arms. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed. The guy looks like he walked straight out of a Calvin Klein ad. How are you living next door to that and still functioning?”

“He’s just being neighborly.”

“Neighborly, my ass,” Clara said with a snort. “If he comes knocking again, you better invite him in for more than a tool. That��s all I’m saying.”

“Clara!” Y/N yelled.

“What?” Clara said with an exaggerated shrug. “I’m just looking out for you. If I had a neighbor like that, I wouldn’t waste a second.”

Shaking her head, Y/N stabbed at her meal, hoping to steer the conversation elsewhere. But Clara’s words lingered, teasing at the edges of her thoughts.

Because as much as she hated to admit it, there was something about Harry that made her wonder just how long she could keep pretending not to notice.

Lunch wrapped up soon with banter, but as the pair strolled back toward Y/N’s apartment, Clara looped her arm through Y/N’s, still buzzing with energy.

“So,” Clara said, bumping her shoulder. “What’s the plan for the rest of the day? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m not ready to go home yet.”

Y/N smiled, unlocking the door to the building and holding it open for Clara. “What are you saying? You want to stick around and steal all my food again?”

“Obviously,” Clara replied with a grin. “Your popcorn is better than mine, and you know it. Besides, it’s been ages since we had a proper movie night. You’ve been sooo busy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as they made their way up the stairs. “I’ve barely been busy. You’re just dramatic.”

“Whatever you say,” Clara said breezily. “So…movies? Wine? Popcorn?”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, fine. But you’re in charge of picking the movies this time. If I pick, you’ll just complain the whole time and then end up watching them anyway.”

“Fair point,” Clara said, shrugging. “Alright, deal. I’ll find something good.”

They reached Y/N’s apartment, and as she unlocked the door and pushed it open, she glanced over her shoulder. “Just don’t pick anything sappy, alright? I’m not in the mood for tearjerkers.”

She opened the cabinet where she kept the popcorn. “Butter or kettle corn?”

“Both,” Clara said, plopping onto the couch and grabbing a pillow. “Oh, and maybe I’ll grab a blanket in case it gets cold. Can’t be too prepared.”

Y/N smiled. Clara’s energy was infectious, and as much as she liked having her space, she was glad for the company.

“Alright, movie marathon it is,” Y/N said, grabbing a bottle of wine from the counter.

As the familiar hum of the TV filled the room and the scent of freshly popped popcorn wafted through the air, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Despite Clara’s endless teasing, she was glad for the distraction.

Soon Y/N and Clara were sprawled on the couch, surrounded by empty bowls of popcorn and half-finished glasses of wine. The action movie Clara had insisted on watching blared from the speakers, explosions and dramatic one-liners filling the space.

Y/N shifted under her blanket, stifling a yawn, when Clara suddenly sat up straighter, her head tilting to the side.

“Wait,” Clara said, holding up a hand to shush Y/N.

“What?” Y/N asked, frowning as she paused mid-sip of her wine.

Clara’s eyes narrowed, her expression a mix of confusion and amusement. “Do you hear that?”

Y/N froze, listening. For a second, there was nothing but the sound of the movie. But then, faintly, she heard it—a muffled rhythm, like the creak of a bedframe, punctuated by soft, indistinct noises.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Oh shit.”

Clara’s mouth dropped open, and she slapped a hand over it to stifle a laugh. “Oh my God,” she whispered, leaning toward Y/N. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Shh!” Y/N hissed. Clara ignored her, pointing toward the wall that separated Y/N’s apartment from Harry’s. “It’s coming from his place, isn’t it? Your neighbor?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N muttered, gripping her glass a little too tightly.

But Clara wasn’t letting it go. She reached for the remote, pausing the movie mid-explosion. The silence that followed was deafening, except it wasn’t really silent at all. The noises became clearer without the distraction of the TV, and there was no mistaking it now. A low, breathy moan filtered through the thin walls, followed by another creak of the bed.

Clara gasped, her eyes wide with delight. “It is him!” she whispered dramatically.

“Do you think it’s…like, a one-time thing?” Clara whispered, barely able to keep a straight face.

“I don’t want to think about it at all,” Y/N whispered back, sinking deeper into the couch and covering her ears.

Clara grinned, clearly reveling in Y/N’s discomfort. “I mean, hey, at least you know he’s good at something. Not that you’ll ever find out, of course.”

Y/N grabbed a throw pillow and smacked Clara with it, eliciting a loud laugh. “Shut up!”

The next morning, Clara had left at about 9 AM and now Y/N had just settled on the couch with a mug of coffee when a knock at the door startled her. Setting the mug down, she padded over to open it, her heart skipping a beat when she saw who was standing there. Harry.

He was leaning against the doorframe, holding her screwdriver in one hand. His curls were disheveled, and there were faint shadows under his eyes. He looked as though he hadn’t slept at all, but somehow he still managed to pull it off in a way that was unfairly attractive.

“Morning,” he said, his voice low and scratchy, like he hadn’t used it much yet. “Thought I’d return this before I forgot.”

“Oh, thanks,” Y/N said, taking the screwdriver from him. She hesitated for a second, her eyes scanning his face. “You okay? You look… tired.”

He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, you could say that. Had a bit of a rough night.”

She leaned against the doorframe, curious despite herself. “Oh? Something happen?”

Harry hesitated, his lips twitching in what might’ve been embarrassment or amusement. “Let’s just say I had one too many drinks… and some questionable company.”

Y/N blinked, her stomach doing a strange little flip. “Oh.”

He gave a dry laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s not exactly my proudest moment. Went out to blow off some steam, ended up bringing someone back. She left early this morning, and now I’m regretting pretty much everything about it.”

Y/N tried to ignore the sudden tightness in her chest. It wasn’t her business..he was an adult, and hookups happened. But still, the thought of someone else being with him, hearing those same soft, raspy tones directed at them, made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

“Well,” she said, keeping her tone light, “I guess everyone has those nights, right?”

Harry smiled faintly, leaning against the doorframe. “Guess so. Just…doesn’t feel great, y’know? She was nice enough, but it was all a bit…empty.”

Y/N tilted her head, surprised by his honesty. There was something raw about the way he said it, like he wasn’t just brushing it off as a joke or a casual story.

Harry chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent a tiny flutter through her chest. “Lesson learned,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Not exactly my proudest decision. I guess I was just…blowing off steam, y’know?”

Y/N tilted her head, curious. “Rough week?”

He hesitated, leaning against the doorframe. “Something like that. Moving’s been a bit of a whirlwind, and… I don’t know. I guess I’m still getting used to being here. New city, new place, no familiar faces. It’s a bit… lonely.”

Her expression softened. “I get that. Moving can be tough. When I first moved here, I didn’t know anyone either. It took me ages to feel like this place was actually home.”

He smiled faintly. “Yeah? What changed?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just…let myself settle in. Met a few people, got into a routine. Eventually, it started to feel right.” She paused, feeling a pang of sympathy. “You’ll get there. It just takes time.”

Harry’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, the air between them felt heavier, more intimate. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

Y/N cleared her throat, suddenly aware of how close they were standing. “Anyway, you should probably get some coffee if you’re running on no sleep. It might help.”

He smirked, tilting his head. “You offering?”

She managed to keep her voice steady. “Sure, if you don’t mind instant coffee and a very stubborn coffee machine.”

Harry laughed softly. “Instant coffee sounds like heaven right now.”

“Well, come in then,” she said, stepping back and gesturing for him to enter. “It’s the least I can do after you brought back my screwdriver.”

The apartment was warm and filled with the lingering scent of fresh coffee. Harry glanced around, his gaze landing on the cozy setup in the living room. “Nice place,” he said.

“Thanks,” Y/N replied, heading into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home. I’ll get the coffee started.”

As she fiddled with the coffee machine, Harry leaned casually against the counter, watching her with an easy smile. “You’re sure I’m not interrupting anything? I don’t want to mess up your morning.”

“You’re not interrupting,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. “It’s nice to have some company, actually. Most mornings it’s just me and my to-do list.”

Harry chuckled. “Sounds thrilling.”

“Oh, it’s the height of excitement,” she deadpanned, pressing the button on the coffee machine—only for nothing to happen. She frowned, pressing it again. Still nothing.

“Uh-oh,” Harry said, stepping closer. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah definitely not.”

“Is if broken?”

“I think so,”

He smiled softly, “No worries we can go to mine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. Besides, I really need that coffee.”

Harry’s apartment felt like stepping into a place that was truly lived in..a home, not just a space. The walls were painted a soft, warm cream, and natural light poured through sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the wooden floors. Potted plants thrived in every corner, adding bursts of green to the room. A woven throw rug lay beneath a large, overstuffed couch that was piled with mismatched cushions, some knitted, others patterned with earthy tones.

The coffee table was a mix of practicality and personality, a stack of books with worn spines, an old mug filled with pens, and a half-melted candle that smelled faintly of cedar and citrus.

In one corner, a record player sat atop a weathered wooden stand, surrounded by a scattering of vinyls leaning casually against the wall. Above it hung a cluster of Polaroid photos strung on twine with tiny wooden clips, each one capturing moments of laughter, travel, and faces Y/N didn’t recognize but instantly envied.

The kitchen blended seamlessly into the living space, its counters lined with signs of use: a ceramic bowl of fruit, a drying rack with a couple of dishes, and a cheerful tea towel hanging over the edge of the sink. The faint scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air as Harry stood at the counter, pouring steaming liquid into two mismatched mugs.

“You’ve got a really cozy place,” Y/N said, her voice soft as she took it all in.

Harry glanced over his shoulder with a small grin. “Thanks. Took me a while to get it feeling right. Guess I’m a sucker for a homey vibe.”

“You nailed it,” she said, her gaze drifting again.

She wandered over to a small shelf tucked beside the couch. It was cluttered in the best way…books stacked horizontally and vertically, a framed photo of what looked like Harry and his family standing on a windswept beach, and a small globe with the paint chipped in a few places. Everything about it felt warm and personal, like every item had a story.

“You can sit if you want,” Harry called out, his voice easy and light. “Promise I won’t be offended if you don’t want to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room.”

Y/N smiled. “I’m fine. Just…looking.”

She continued her slow circle, her eyes catching on a door slightly ajar at the end of the short hallway. The bedroom, she guessed, though she quickly looked away, not wanting to seem like she was prying.

But then, as her gaze traveled to the other side of the room, something caught her attention.

It was on the floor by the edge of the couch, partially hidden beneath the throw blanket that had slipped off the armrest. At first, she thought it was just a random object—a stray remote or maybe some kind of gadget, but as she stepped a little closer, her stomach flipped.

A sleek, unmistakable shape came into view. It was a vibrator.

Small and simple, but undeniably there, lying just slightly out of place amidst the cozy, domestic warmth of his apartment. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away, her face burning. Had he seen her notice it? Did he even realize it was there?

“You okay over there?” Harry’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts, and she turned to see him leaning against the counter, a mug in each hand, his expression amused.

“Fine!” she said quickly, her voice a little higher than usual. She walked toward him, hoping he didn’t notice her awkwardness. “Just…admiring your plant collection. They’re very..healthy.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it but too polite to push. “Well, thanks. They get all the credit. I just water them and hope for the best.”

As he handed her a mug, their fingers brushed briefly, and Y/N swore she felt a spark. She took a sip, letting the warmth of the coffee ground her as she avoided glancing back toward the couch.

But no matter how hard she tried, the image of the toy was burned into her mind, along with the unwelcome but undeniable thought of Harry using it on someone.

“So,” Harry said, oblivious to her spiraling thoughts, “tell me about yourself, Y/N. What do you do for fun when you’re not rescuing broken coffee machines or lending out screwdrivers?”

Y/N forced a smile, hoping he couldn’t see the pink still dusting her cheeks. “Oh, you know. The usual. Reading, bingeing bad TV, trying to keep my plants alive…” She trailed off, her voice softening as she met his eyes. “Nothing as interesting as this place, though.”

Harry shrugged, his lips quirking up in that easy, lopsided grin. “Guess it depends on your definition of interesting. My life’s not as exciting as it might look.”

Harry followed her line of sight, his brows furrowing in confusion at first. But then his eyes landed on the object partially hidden beneath the blanket on the couch, and his expression changed instantly.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “You, uh…you saw that, didn’t you?”

Y/N’s face flushed, and she quickly looked away, trying to pretend like she wasn’t dying of embarrassment. “Yeah, I did.”

“Damn,” Harry said, his voice soft with a mix of awkwardness and apology. He stepped around the counter, closing some of the space between them. “I didn’t realize—I mean, I should’ve—I didn’t know it was just sitting there. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Y/N said quickly, waving a hand as if to dismiss it. She could feel the heat crawling up her neck and cheeks, and she desperately wanted to escape the situation before it got any more mortifying. “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. I wasn’t—”

“Still,” Harry interrupted, running a hand through his hair. “That’s…not exactly something you want to stumble across when you’re just trying to have a cup of coffee.”

She laughed nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “It’s fine, Harry. I promise.”

For a moment, he hesitated, his green eyes searching her face like he wasn’t sure if he should drop the subject or keep apologizing. Then he sighed, shaking his head.

“This is so embarrassing,” he muttered, a small, sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I swear I’m not like having sex 24/7. It just…happens to be there, and I didn’t think—”

“Harry, seriously,” Y/N cut him off, her voice firmer this time. “It’s fine. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

She glanced toward the door, her heart still racing, and gave him a tight smile. “I should probably get going, though. I’ve, uh, got some stuff to do.”

Harry’s smile faded, and for a second, something flickered in his expression—disappointment, maybe? But he quickly masked it, nodding as he stepped back to give her space.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, his tone light and casual, though it didn’t quite match the look in his eyes. “Thanks for, you know, not freaking out.”

She smiled faintly, already moving toward the door. “It’s not a big deal. Really.”

He walked her to the door, his hands shoved into his pockets as they reached the threshold.

“Well,” he said, leaning against the frame, “thanks for the company. Even if I managed to completely ruin it.”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Y/N said, her smile softening. “It was…nice.”

Harry tilted his head slightly, his grin returning, though it was smaller this time. “Good to know.”

She hesitated for half a second before giving him a quick wave and slipping out into the hallway. As the door closed behind her, she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, her heart still pounding.

Y/N leaned back against the headboard of her bed, her room dimly lit by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. The book she’d been trying to read lay forgotten in her lap, her mind betraying her with images of Harry—standing in his kitchen, the sleeves of his T-shirt stretched over his toned arms, that damn crooked smile on his face.

Her face burned just thinking about him, but no matter how hard she tried to shake it, the memory of the vibrator on his couch kept flashing in her mind. She bit her lip, her fingers idly tracing the edge of the blanket draped across her lap.

It was reckless, she knew that. But the way he’d looked at her earlier..the way his green eyes had lingered, the way his voice had dipped when he said her name, it had left her feeling more restless than she wanted to admit.

Her hand slid lower, beneath the blanket, her breath catching as her fingers grazed her skin. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the fantasy. She pictured him leaning over her, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice low and teasing as he murmured her name.

“Harry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the sound sent a shiver through her body.

On the other side of the wall, Harry froze. Their rooms must be back to back because he could now hear faint moans of Y/N.

He had just stepped out of his shower, towel slung around his hips, when the faint sound reached his ears. At first, he thought he was imagining things, but then it came again, soft, breathless, unmistakable. His name.

From Y/N’s apartment.

He stood there for a moment, completely still, his damp hair dripping onto his bare shoulders as he listened. The sound came again, and this time, there was no mistaking the hushed moan that followed.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding.

It wasn’t intentional..he hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. But now that he’d heard it, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away. The wall separating their apartments was thin enough to carry the faintest sounds, and the realization sent heat rushing through his body.

He leaned back against the wall, torn between guilt and an intense, undeniable arousal. He should stop. He knew he should stop. But the sound of her soft, needy gasps of her whispering his name was doing things to him that he couldn’t ignore.

Inside her apartment, Y/N was oblivious, completely lost in her own world. Her breathing quickened, her movements becoming more urgent as she pushed two fingers in and out of her pussy and imagined his hands on her, his lips trailing down her neck, his voice rumbling in her ear as he told her exactly what he wanted to do to her.

“Harry,” she whimpered again, her body trembling as she edged closer to cumming.

He shouldn’t call her. He knew that. It was crossing a line, stepping into territory they hadn’t even begun to discuss. But the memory of her soft gasps, the thought of her lying in her bed, touching herself while thinking about him…

It was too much.

With a low groan, he grabbed his phone and scrolled to her name in his contacts. His thumb hovered over the call button for a second before he muttered, “fuck it,” and pressed it.

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Harry?” Y/N’s voice was soft, hesitant, and he could hear the slight tremor in it, like she wasn’t sure why he was calling.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Did I wake you?”

“No, I was…I’m awake,” she said quickly, though there was something breathless about her tone that told him she hadn’t quite recovered from what she’d been doing.

He let out a quiet laugh, leaning back against the couch. “Good. Because we need to talk.”

There was a pause, and he could almost feel her tension through the line. “About what?”

“About what I just heard,” he said, his voice dipping lower, more serious.

The silence that followed was deafening.

“Oh my God,” Y/N finally said, her voice barely audible. “You heard that?”

“I did,” Harry admitted, his lips curving into a small smile despite himself. “Walls are thin, love.”

She groaned, and he could hear the embarrassment in the sound. “Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think—”

“Don’t apologize,” he interrupted, his tone firm but gentle. “I’m not mad. Not at all.”

“But—”

“Y/N,” he said, cutting her off again. “Listen to me. You don’t need to be embarrassed, okay? I’m not judging you.”

She didn’t respond, but he could hear her breathing on the other end of the line…quick, shallow, and uneven.

“Are you still in bed?” he asked, his voice softening.

“…yes,” she admitted after a moment.

“Good,” he said, leaning his head back against the couch. “Stay there for me.”

“Harry…”

“You were saying my name,” he continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. “Weren’t you?”

Her breath hitched, and he smiled, knowing he’d caught her.

“I—”

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his tone soothing but commanding. “You don’t have to lie. I liked it, Y/N. Hearing you like that…knowing you were thinking about me…”

Her breathing quickened, and he could almost picture her lying there, her cheeks flushed, her body tense with anticipation.

“Harry,” she said again, her voice a mix of nerves and something else..something needier.

“Let me help you,” he said, his hand drifting down to his cock as he spoke. “Let me show you how good it can feel. Can I do that?”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, he thought she might say no. But then she whispered, “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he said, his voice like velvet. The words sent a thrill through him as much as they did her, and he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” he asked, his tone low and deliberate.

“No,” she admitted, her voice shaking slightly.

“Then start,” he said. “Slide your hand down, just like you were doing before.”

He waited, his own hand slipping below as he imagined her doing exactly what he’d asked.

“Touch your clit,” he murmured, his tone thick with heat. “I want to hear you as you feel the warmth of your own touch.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, her body still trembling from the intensity of their conversation. But his voice was like a magnet, drawing her in, and before she knew it, her fingers were moving against her skin, tentative at first, then more sure of themselves as she followed his instructions.

“Good,” Harry whispered, his voice growing rougher. “Now, gently slide your fingers in and out, slowly. Feel every fucking inch.” “Good girl,” he murmured, his words sending a thrill through her. “Just like that. You’re so good for me, Y/N. I can hear how much you’re enjoying this.”

“Now add a third finger for me.”

She did as she was told, she let out a slightly louder moan this time.

“That’s it baby just like that. I know you can handle it. Otherwise you wouldn’t be so desperate for my cock would you? How are you gonna take it all for me if you can’t even take three of your own fingers? That would just be pathetic.”

She breathes out as she fingers herself deeper, just trying to forget theyre her own and imagining his ringed ones instead. “Harry..”

“That’s right love just like that,”, he started moving his hand up and down his own cock, holding back moans. “You wanna come over to my apartment tomorrow? So I can actually fuck you good?”

She barely even comprehends what he’s saying with the feeling of being stuffed with three fingers, win the reassurance that soon it would be even more filling than that with his dick. All she can muster is a soft hum of affirmation.

“Yes or no?”

“Y-yeah of course. Just text me what time.”

He sighs, adjusting himself to get more comfortable as he feels the orgasm coming. “I will. I’ll use that same vibrator on you then will you like that?”

“H-”

“And trust me it wasn’t the only thing I have at my house. I have a whole drawer you can have. Pick anything you want out of it tomorrow yeah, baby?”

“Yes Harry, fuck-oh god I’m cumming.”

“Just like that baby.”

Harry almost cums instantly as he hears her moans and then her clamming down afterwards, her breath heavy. And soon enough he does, groaning himself as the hot ropes shoot out of his cock to the towel now underneath him.

After everything settled into quiet, Harry’s voice, still thick with desire, came through once more.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and she could hear the satisfaction in his tone. “You did so well.” His words lingered in her ear, and she could feel the warmth of his praise seeping into her skin.

Y/N’s breath was still uneven as she slowly, hesitantly, lifted her fingers to her lips. “Lick them for me, love,” Harry coaxed, his voice soothing but laced with a hint of command.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, the request sending a shiver down her spine, but the sound of his voice, so commanding yet affectionate, left no room for doubt. Slowly, her fingers moved to her lips, her tongue darting out to meet them, and as she did, a soft gasp left her mouth.

“Good girl,” Harry said, the words slipping out in a near whisper. “So good for me. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

The promise of tomorrow hung in the air between them, leaving her pulse racing, her thoughts swirling with the anticipation of what was to come.

“I’ll make sure we have a good time, baby,” Harry reassured her, his tone still warm and low. “You deserve it. You’re perfect.”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh of contentment, still basking in the afterglow of everything they’d just shared, and though she felt a lingering desire, she could also feel the weight of satisfaction in the quiet moment.

“I should let you go now,” Harry said, his voice now gentle, as if sensing her need to breathe. “But tomorrow, we’ll have all the time we need.”

“Goodnight, Harry,” Y/N said softly, her voice barely a whisper.

“Goodnight, love,” he replied, his voice lingering in her ear as if he was right there with her. “Sleep well.”

The call ended, leaving Y/N with a soft smile on her lips, her body still buzzing from the connection they’d shared.

[rikosseen]

Lookism x Reader: Family

Anon ask | ft. Goo Kim and Jake Kim

You let out an exasperated groan, slapping your forehead as your mischievous little Goo pulls down his father’s pants, cackling like a villain in the making. Your husband screeches in indignation and, without missing a beat, turns the child upside down by his ankle.

“YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” he screams, dangling his pint-sized doppelgänger like a ragdoll.

“Joongoo, put him down,” you command, unimpressed.

The blonde man glares at you, but instead of complying, he only tightens his grip.

“Joongoo,” you repeat, tone sharper now.

With a dramatic huff and a self-important scoff, he begrudgingly sets the child down. Your son immediately runs to you, giggling and sticking out his tongue at his father. Goo scowls, feeling betrayed, and pulls his pants back up, glaring at you as though you are the one at fault here.

.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Jonggoo sniffles, a pitiful, wounded expression on his face.

You glance at him, utterly baffled. “What are you on about now?”

“That! That thing! You love him more than me! This is favouritism!” he howls, pointing an accusatory finger at the innocent child. Your son, completely unfazed, is happily waving around a small figurine, blissfully unaware of his father’s melodramatic tantrum.

The moment Goo spots the figurine, his face pales, and he springs forward, clearly horrified by the sight of it being in the hands of another. You exhale a long, resigned sigh, one that mixes both pain and mild amusement, as you watch your husband wrestle with the tiny tyrant. If Goo wasn’t already a source of constant chaos, now you have a pint-sized clone of him who, if anything, is even more devilish. And, as Goo himself has pointed out, it’s you who clearly favours this miniature menace.

You can’t help but smile as you sit back, thoroughly entertained by the spectacle of Jonggoo Kim being completely outwitted by his own child. It’s moments like this that make life so much more amusing. Who could possibly complain?

Jake is absolutely thrilled to have a little version of himself running around the streets of Big Deal. It fills him with such pride, it almost brings a tear to his eye whenever she helps out at the shop, or when she eagerly volunteers for something even slightly daring. Every time he watches her, he’s convinced that you two should have another. Maybe even enough to form a soccer team—though he’s not ruling out a whole army of little ones, just in case.

You chuckle at his enthusiasm, but turn him down, mostly because you can’t help but adore the way Jake pouts when he doesn’t get his way. He’s so genuine, so open with his feelings—it’s impossible not to find it completely endearing. The way he wears his heart on his sleeve just makes you smile.

.

As you continue chopping garlic, you feel Jake’s arms slip around your waist, pulling you into his warm embrace from behind. Your body relaxes, and your features soften even more at the contact. A weight tugs at Jake’s leg, and the two of you look down to see your little ray of sunshine, your sweet bundle of joy, brightening up the morning. Jake lifts her up with a grin, showering her with kisses, and you hurry to wash your hands so you can join the fun.

Your daughter giggles and squirms in his arms, trying to wriggle free as she laughs, “Daddy, stop it!” She hiccups in between laughs, but Jake just grins even wider, continuing his gentle attack of tickles and kisses. The whole house is filled with laughter, the kind that makes your heart feel so full, you think it might burst from happiness.

As you finish drying your hands, you glance over at the father-daughter duo, both of them smiling so brightly, wrapped in their own little bubble of joy. Watching them together, you realise that even though money may be tight and life isn’t always perfect, this little family of yours is everything you could ever need. That kind of love and happiness? It’s truly priceless. You can’t help but smile, thinking: who could possibly complain about something this perfect?

[fernclans]

MOON 07. (part 2) (tw; trauma, cliffhanger AGAIN sorry)

Starring: Dashpaw (BuddingClan), Cliffstripe (BuddingClan), Amberpaw (BuddingClan), Cougarkit (BuddingClan), Cowkit (BuddingClan), Pinekit (BuddingClan)

The sound of frantic pawsteps could be heard first, Amberpaw growing alert and rising from her spot near Cliffstripe where they’d been chatting. Part of his hearing damaged by his loss of an ear, it seemed the ginger warrior was unaware something was approaching before his companions demeanor changed, looking up at her quizzically with his remaining yellow eye.

“Someone’s coming.” She meows simply, fixated on the camp's entrance. Cliffstripe pulls himself into a sitting position, trying to prepare himself for anything.

Dashpaw is a blur when he breaks through the clearing; had it not been for the unfamiliar scent he carried with him, the ginger warrior might not have been able to tell that he even had a kit held firmly in his jaws. The half-white tom locks his eyes on Amberpaw, making a b-line to her and promptly placing the kitten a tail-length in front of her paws.

“I need you to look after him.” Without waiting for a response, he turns his head towards Cliffstripe. “Cliffstripe, I need you to follow me. There are two more kits still. Flippaw is running a diversion, but I don’t know how much time she’ll have.”

Cliffstripe nods firmly. “Got it.” In an instant, he’s on his paws, muscles tensing and preparing for a run.

“A diversion!?” Amberpaw shouts, looking desperately at Dashpaw for more details. “Dashpaw what-”

“There’s no time to explain right now! I’ll tell you everything in a bit!” In typical Dashpaw fashion, he’s gone before she could finish her questioning. Cliffstripe shoots her an apologetic glance before taking off after the other tom.

Giving a sigh, Amberpaw slumps back onto her haunches and looks down at the young kit that was placed at her paws. “Well, guess it’s just you and me, kit. I’m Amberpaw.” She offers the tan tabby a kind smile, thinking back to the time when Flippaw was still this small and hoping to StarClan the molly was going to be alright.

--

“Explain to me what’s going on.” Cliffstripe says firmly between the pounding of his paws. “What do I need to know?”

Dashpaw was a few paces ahead of him, leading the way. He doesn’t spare a glance back at the warrior, and hopes that his voice can be heard well enough from his position. “Flippaw and I were in the outer fields -- she smelled blood, I smelled a wolf. I tried to leave, but she found these kits instead-” He stops for a second to catch his breath before continuing. “-she said she was going to lead the wolf away so we could get the kits! She didn’t even give me a choice about it!”

Were it not for the severity of the situation, Cliffstripe would almost find it humorous; perhaps Dashpaw had rubbed off more on the younger molly than he had thought. “Did you find their mother?”

“I’m guessing that’s the source of the blood-smell.” Dashpaw shouts back grimly.

Try as he did, Dashpaw couldn’t catch a single trace of Flippaw’s current whereabouts; maybe that was for the best? Hopefully that meant she was successful in leading the beast away.

When they reached the remaining two kits, one of them had started crying out for its mother, the sound of her tiny voice causing Cliffstripe’s heart to ache. To lose one's family so young… He approaches the kit slowly, lowering himself to appear less threatening. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” The other kit, the blue one, hisses and lashes a tiny paw out defensively. Her sister waddles forward on unsteady paws and sniffs at Cliffstripe curiously.

“This is sweet and all, Cliff’, but we gotta be going.” Dashpaw warned, tail twitching nervously behind him.

Drawing himself back up, Ciffstripe licks at his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Ah- no, you’re right.” He turns back to the pair of kittens and picks up the remaining brown and white she-kit, Dashpaw following suit and grabbing the cranky blue one before making themselves scarce.

--

By the time they return, Amberpaw has put a nest together for the kits; lined with downy feathers from an earlier catch, it seemed the mottled tabby kit Dashpaw had brought in before had already taken up residency within. With the other two kits placed into the nest, they greet each other excitedly, the blue kit pouncing sloppily onto her brother.

“Is that all of them?” Amberpaw asks, looking at the toms.

“These are all the ones Flippaw and I found.” Dashpaw confirms.

An uneasy silence fills the clearing at the mention of the spotted apprentice’s name. Her plan was so hurried that they didn’t take the time to discuss where they’d meet up after, where she planned to goad the wolf into chasing her, really anything.

“She’ll be okay.” Cliffstripe meows, causing the others to look at him.

“How can you be so sure? She’s only been an apprentice for two moons!” Amberpaw’s voice is harsher than she intended it to be, and she flinches back from her own voice. “I’m sorry for yelling, I just-”

Cliffstripe shakes his head. “It’s okay, I understand. Just believe in her, okay? Dashpaw did, I’m going to choose to do so as well. If Flippaw thought she could manage this, then I trust her.”

Amberpaw looks uncertain still, but remains silent and simply nods. As confident as she was in herself, she struggled to find the kind of trust that Cliffstripe seemed to have in everyone.

Seeming uncomfortable with just sitting around, the molly turns her attention back to the trio of kits and tries to usher them off of the nest. “Come on, I’ll bring you inside so you can sleep.”

Dashpaw fights the urge to argue their nest placements; now wasn’t the time. He looks back to Cliffstripe, worry knitted in his brow. “When should we go out to look for her?”

“When the moon is high. I want to make sure we give her enough time and don’t meet the wrong end of a wolf.” Again. He nods back silently, light-blue gaze fixated on the stars beginning to fill the sky. ‘StarClan, if you really exist… you better keep her safe.’

[11queensupreme11]

Hii queen

How do you think the other pantheons and their leaders will react to percy trying to run away orrr someone else trying to hurt her will they deem it as an act of offense against their pantheon? will they be protective of percy as well?

i crave some ra interactions pleasseeee🙏🙏🙏

alsooo i can imagine the gods arguing about percy’s way of dressing when attending to a party since she is married into different pantheons everyone especially the yanderes will want her to wear something that associates with themm and she just wants to dress in a different way but they are not letting herrr😭😭

oh i love this hehe. i'm gonna answer ur second part first cuz it's the shortest: the gods would definitely argue about percy's outfits 😭😭😭 the greeks want her to dress greek cuz well, she's greek! but she's got hubbies from different pantheons, so it just gets messy 😂 they settle it by letting her dress in the pantheon who's hosting the party. so, asgardian party? she's dressed in asgardian style. greek party, greek style and so forth! as for every day styles tho.... a new fight begins 😭

now onto the first one!

this is assuming percy managed to nab loki's cloak because there is NO WAY she can hide from the gods when they could easily just detect her

ra: as you all know, he is SECRETLY lowkey fond of her now. but just a smidge! just a bare, teensy smidge!!!!!! if he found out that she ran away, he'd just shrug it off. the girl's life is pure chaos so he understands why she'd run away from it all. he won't search her out, but if he ends up running into her while she's in a tight spot, he's gonna discretely help her sneak away. now if he sees someone try to hurt her? easy! he fries them to a crispy but ONLY because he knows anubis would lose his shit and he doesn't wanna deal with it! psh, he totally doesn't actually care about the demigod, no way!

shiva: LMAO HE'S GONNA TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS SO MUCH. if percy runs away, he's gonna go look for her like everyone else is and when he finds her, he's snatching her up and taking her back to svarga! 😭😭😭😭 meet your new daddy and mommies, percy! 😂 if he sees percy get attacked, he's obviously gonna kill the guy but once he's sure there's no witnesses, he's snatching her up 😂

izanagi: he'd be such a gentle and sweet platonic yan omfgggg 🥺🥺 if he finds percy after she runs away, he'd gently scold her like "little girl, please go home, your father's very worried for you 🙁". might be tempted to snatch her up too, she just reminds him of his adorable youngest child, susano-o! oh, she likes it down in midgard? that's where his son is! perhaps he could set up a playdate? but no, no, he must be responsible! as a father, he understands poseidon's worries so he must do the right thing and take percy back to him.... after he takes her back to the palace and feeds her a little. she's just so tiny, has poseidon even be feeding her? if he sees someone attack her, he would protect her without slaughtering the guy (he doesn't want to traumatize the baby!) and makes sure he's tossed into tartarus

buddha: this dude would NOT send her back to poseidon lmaoooo, he knows the dude's crazy and he pities the kid 😭 if he finds her after she ran away, he'd help take her down to midgard. oh she likes it new york? well, now she's living in a decent apartment, attending a good college and everything! he can tell this girl is desperate for normalcy, so he helps her get it 💖 if anyone attacks her in front of him, he'd protect her without killing them because. well... killing someone in front of a kid is just fucked up, you know? 💀

lugh (he is NOT a canon character of ror or the spinoff, but he's a love interest's dad so expect to see him in my fic soon. he'll probably show up in the manga in the future and my depiction of him will be waaaay off but i don't wanna wait MONTHS to write about a character 😭): oh he'd be so worried. the love of his son's life has run away? being such a GREAT dad, he'll search for percy and snatch her up and hide her away in his palace and plop her right down on cú chulainn's lap who's like "father wtf" 💀. may or may not take advantage of the situation to plan a wedding 😭. if he sees someone attack her, instead of STOPPING IT or PROTECTING HER, he's gonna hastily teleport to wherever his son is and be like "SON YOUR FUTURE WIFE IS DANGER, YOU NEED TO SAVE HER RIGHT NOW!!!!! 😱" and cú's gonna be sooo pissed like "WDYM YOU WERE RIGHT THERE AND YOU DIDN'T DO SHIT?!" 😭😭😭😭😭😭

prometheus (i just realized he and percy are technically cousins, no idk if he's like a first/second or if he's first removed/twice removed, i don't understand that shit sorry 💀): HE WOULD HELP HER! he was the first outer god, HE KNOWS THE GODS ARE SHIT! if percy runs away, he will do his own secret search to make sure she's okay and help her hide away in midgard! he'll be like buddha but more overbearing about it cuz she's family you know??? 🥺 she is literally the ONLY family member he has who isn't shit 😭 (heracles doesn't count cuz he's adopted). if he saw anyone attack her, he's gonna put a stop to it and try his best to not accidentally kill the guy in front of her (titans are known to be physically STRONGER than the gods)

sun wukong: like ra, he won't go looking for her if she ran away but he'll subtly help out if he were to run into her and see that she was about to get caught/seen. he's a little curious about the kid, and all he knows is that despite being poseidon's daughter and despite being raised by him, she's a genuinely good person and he lowkey hopes it stays that way. plus, she's a kid. like c'mon he's not a monster. if he were to see her get attacked, he'd casually kill the person in front of her and then continue walking on by. he's just a Chill Guy.

aphrodite: ohhhhhh percy is SCREWED 💀 she would absolutely join the search to look for runaway percy and once she finds her, she'll hand her over to one of the yans who's most likely to let her watch him fuck her as a "reward" for finding his beloved. she wants her entertainment after all! and what's more thrilling then watching your favorite ship fuck? 🥰 if she saw percy get attacked, SHE. WOULD. GO. FERAL. how fucking dare you attack her precious, adorable percy?! to try and mar her pretty skin?! to ruin her perfect hair?! she would definitely protect percy and teleport her straight back to her palace and as for the attacker... well let's just say they're going to have a hellish eternity 💀💀💀💀

[anjelicawrites]

Because Michael finds math so easy, when he sees the pretty girl in his class and she distracts him, he loves the challenge. Math is hard (and it’s not the only thing) because he has to concentrate on the questions instead of her tits.

When he finally accidentally ends up with her, she realizes that he likes having to do problems while she distracts him. She tells him that if he can get all of the problems on a worksheet solved without cumming, she’ll give him a reward. He’s come very close a few times to getting them all done, but he has never managed to. Is he really expected to be able to do what would normally take him twenty seconds when she’s sucking him off or riding him or playing with herself??? One time he actually did a problem wrong because he wrote the wrong number down when she was moaning and bouncing on his cock wearing just a tiny crop top and the shortest skirt he had ever seen.

-🪴

Let's focus on that time he made a mistake, shall we, 🪴 anon?

Maths for Michael is an afterthought. He runs problems and equations in the back of his head while he's living through his life. That's why he accepted her 'little challenge': solve all the problems and equations written in one random page of one of his maths books while she 'distracts' him and "I'll let you have my arse, sweet Michael", she told him one night, back from a date. Michael didn't even ponder her proposal, he accepted immediately, all of his blood running to his cock at the thought of her tight, virgin arse at his disposal. He imagined he could win this challenge easily: how hard could it be?

Harder than his cock every single time she giggles and plays with her stupid pencil during class, apparently.

Michael groans, the pencil almost snaps with the strength he's using to hold it. He's desperate to keep his mind focused on the easy equation and he simply can't. The numbers swim in his head faster and faster as she bounces on his cock, moaning and whining at his girth.

She popped by his college room wearing a suspiciously long coat, a bit too warm for the incoming spring. She had jumped in his arms and kissed him soundly, pushing his glasses over his head, before standing in the middle of the room, letting the coat fall from her beautiful body with a giggle.

He had almost come on the spot at the spectacle of her frame, barely covered by a crop top that's more a sports bra, and a plated skirt so short it's more a piece of tissue than anything else.

"Do you want to try again?" She asked, already breathless and Michael didn't have to be asked twice.

"So big Michael!" She moans in his ear, squashing her breasts against his jumper. "Oh! There!"

She grinds against him, her cunt so wet and tight around his raging erection that his eyes cross and his hands shake violently as he tries to write.

He's sweating and whining when her hips start fast figures of eight shapes to house him fully. He can barely fit, she has to mold herself around him to bottom out, making him arch his back, trapped between her and his chair.

He scribbles hastily, desperate to finish before she does, his brain lost to the fog of pleasure that starts in his belly and burns through him.

He throws the pen on the floor, grabbing her hips to bounce her properly on his cock, his lips finding her nipples through the sheer material of the crop top to suck them savagely, biting the soft flesh as she's reduced to a rag doll in his arms.

He's fucking her with purpose, bullying her sweety spot and cursing at the way she tightens around him. Faster, harder, hands slapping her arse to make her move at his leisure.

She comes with a shout when he grabs her arse and forces her to grind against him, her clit sliding against his sweaty skin. He follows with a groan, pushing once, twice, deep and painful, sure to leave marks on her beautiful skin.

They don't even make it to his bed, having fallen on the floor with the stupid book next to them.

She's cuddling against his chest, rubbing her cheeks and giggling at the way the hairs there tickle her.

"Did you solve it?" She asks, since he's still reading his answer.

"No."

"Lemme see!"

She tries to grab the notebook from his hand when he doesn't share it with her.

They wrestle and laugh on the floor, until she's on top, her cunt enveloping his spent cock.

"Oh! You made a mistake sweet Michael." She giggles.

"I didn't. I was distracted!"

She throws the notebook away and bends to him, lips barely hovering his.

"I think you need a punishment for trying to hide it from me." She giggles with a dark glint in her eyes.

"What punishment? And it wasn't in our deal!"

He tries to hide how excited the idea makes him but fails, since she's sitting on his growing dick.

"I think you're gonna like it." She answers, sliding slowing down his body. "You're going to love it, actually!"

[the-fiction-witch]

Warm

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Sister & Wife) [Targaryens you know] Rating - 15 Word Count - 1468

Fictional Advent Day Thirteen

Viserys stood in the narrow alley, doing his utmost to suppress the shivers that coursed through his body. The icy rain cascaded from the ominous clouds overhead, each drop stinging like tiny needles against his skin. Clutching his sisters tightly in his arms, he drew them as close as possible, trying to shield them from the relentless chill that threatened to seep into their bones.

He had nestled himself into the recesses of the alley, seeking refuge from the merciless downpour. The dampness clung heavily to the air, and each gust of wind would cruelly sweep over him, sending waves of icy rain cascading down his back and soaking his silvery Valyrian hair. He could feel the shivering forms of his sisters pressed against him, their small frames trembling not only from the cold but also from the underlying fear that shrouded them in this dark and desolate place.

Viserys gazed down at them, determination etched onto his face. Despite the biting cold and the gloomy evening, he resolved to keep them safe and warm, drawing all the warmth of his spirit into that small, protective bubble they formed together. The world beyond the alley felt distant and menacing, but in that moment, he was all they had, and he would not falter.

“Viserys? I’m hungry.” Dany begged looking up at him with tears in her violet eyes,

“I know Dany, It’ll be alright,” Viserys muttered the shivers in his voice,

Without warning, a window situated high above them creaked open, releasing a rush of icy, murky water that plummeted downward. The frigid liquid splashed forcefully against the weathered cobblestones, sending droplets shooting in all directions. As it cascaded down, the water drenched them completely, soaking their clothes and chilling them to the bone, while the foul stench wafted up to greet their senses.

“We- we can’t stay here Viserys,” Y/n muttered,

He nodded, tightening his grip around the girls as they cautiously stepped out of the shadowy alley and into the tempestuous streets. The relentless rain lashed at them, each droplet a cold reminder of the unforgiving weather, while the biting wind threatened to sweep Dany right out of Visery's arms. Their clothes quickly soaked through, the damp fabric clinging to their skin and sending chills deep into their very bones.

As they trudged through the downpour, the distant glow of flickering flames from nearby buildings cut through the enveloping darkness, casting whimsical bands of light that danced across the wet pavement. Despite the allure of the warmth those flames promised, the harsh elements around them made it clear that shelter from the storm was desperately needed. Each step forward was a struggle against the elements, but together they forged on, determined to find refuge amidst the chaos.

Visery’s legs trembled so badly that he fell to the stone,

“Viserys!” Y/n called using all her strength to try and help her bother to his feet, “We can’t go on like this, we’ll freeze to death if we’re out here any longer.”

“Where else will we go y/n?” His tone began angry but shifted to the whines of utter desperation,

“I don’t know… but there must be something,” She whimpers the two’s eyes meeting knowing what few options they had,

When Viserys got to his feet panic rushed through him, “Dany-”

“Dany!” Y/n gasped

Viserys and Y/n hurried through the snow-laden streets, their breath visible in the frosty air as they desperately searched for their younger sister. The cold nipped at their cheeks, but their hearts raced with concern. After what felt like an eternity, they finally spotted her a tiny figure on her tiptoes, peering with wide, curious eyes into the warm glow of a window. It was a scene filled with laughter and joy, the smell of roasted meats and sweet pastries wafting through the air.

“Dany! Don’t run off like that!” Viserys exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and exasperation. He swept her into a tight embrace, holding her close against the cold, ensuring she could feel the steady thump of his heart. Y/n quickly joined the hug, wrapping her arms around both siblings, and for a brief moment, they found solace in their warmth against the biting chill of winter.

“But Viserys… look at all that food!” Dany protested, her eyes sparkling with eagerness as she gazed back into the vibrant festivities taking place inside. The table was laden with an array of dishes, golden bread, succulent meats, and mouth-watering desserts. “Can we please ask them to share? Just a little? Pretty please?” Her voice held a desperate hope, and her small hands clasped together in a plea that made it hard to resist.

“Dany…” He trailed off,

“They won’t share with us Daenerys, come on. We need to get somewhere warmer.” Y/n told her petting her hair softly,

Viserys nodded and picked Dany up in his arms once more carrying her through the streets with Y/n at his side as they desperately looked for somewhere safe and warm.

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, they came upon a pillow house, its tattered sign swaying in the chill breeze. The air was thick with a smoky haze, and a man lingered at the entrance, his fingers deftly grasping a long, ornate pipe that curled with fragrant tendrils of smoke. They recognized him from past encounters his sharp gaze always seemed to linger on them just a moment too long, as if assessing their worth.

Despite the countless times he had approached them with his propositions, they had always managed to refuse him, their resolve unshaken. However, with each passing day, the grip of winter tightened, its icy fingers drawing closer. The biting cold weighed heavily on Viserys. The man's offers, once ignorable, now loomed larger in his mind, whispering promises of warmth and sustenance that became increasingly difficult to resist.

He saw their desperation and smirked, “Sell her-”

“No.” Viserys bit back before he could even finish, “Never.”

“Alright, One night. Fifty gold dragons for the little one.”

Viserys gritted his teeth looking down at Dany, “No.” He spat back,

“One hundred. Just for one night,”

“No! I won’t.”

“… Sixty for the taller one then,”

Viserys eyes met Y/n, they shared a look of utter hopelessness,

“It’s okay-” she began,

“No. Please… don’t do this.” He begged her,

“What other choice do we have?” she whimpered,

“Anything but this.” He told her before turning back to the man, “…One night, two hundred.”

“For her?”

“For me.”

“Viserys no!” Y/n pleaded,

Viserys pulled her closer and looked up bravely to the man, “Please.”

“Can’t do it.” He shook his head, “A silver-haired boy ain't worth much.”

“I am the blood of the dragon,”

“And as soon as a lady wants a Targaryen bastard I’ll come fetch ya.” He laughed, “Girls or hop it.”

“I’ll do it-” Y/n began,

“No!” Viserys told her, “I won’t let you, there has to be something else please.”

“…The crown.”

Both Viserys and Y/n’s blood ran cold at the word,

“No….” Viserys whimpers,

“Six hundred gold dragons,” the man offered,

“Six- Six hundred.” Viserys choked up,

“Viserys no,” she begged, but as they shared a look they knew they had no choice,

“Eight hundred.” Viserys offered,

“Sold.” The man nodded,

“O…Okay.” Viserys trembled, he could barely even move, he set Dany down and pulled the bag from his back, his hands trembled and his head ached as he pulled the crown from the bag,

“Mother’s crown.” Dany cooed,

“Eight Hundred Gold Dragons.” Viserys offered the crown,

The man nodded and fetched the money handing it to Viserys and taking their mother’s precious crown from them,

“Viserys…” Y/n whimpered as tears fell,

“Come on, we’ll find a bed for tonight.” He said,

Years later as another winter arrived,

Viserys reclined on the plush couch in Illirio’s House, a soft smile gracing his lips as the rain drummed rhythmically against the tall windows. The storm raged outside but the warmth of the crackling fire enveloped him, casting a cosy glow across the room. A thick, luxurious blanket was draped over his lap, providing additional comfort against the chill.

On the floor beside the hearth, Dany was immersed in her own world, her delicate fingers expertly manoeuvring a few colourful toys. Each movement was filled with youthful wonder as she crafted her own stories, the flickering flames reflecting in her wide, innocent eyes.

Meanwhile, Y/n his sister and wife lay nestled against Viserys, her head resting gently on his chest wrapped in mutual comfort and affection. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, grounding her in the moment.Viserys gazed down at her, his heart swelling with love, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

In that silent exchange, a myriad of emotions passed between them a thousand unsaid words filled the air amidst the rain and the distant thunder, and the sanctuary of intimacy and warmth they now had together. Safe and Sound.

[d8nielaa]

hey love!!

could i request a jason fic where the reader is obsessed with jellycats and decides to drag Jason along to the jellycat store in New York. But while searching she finds so many that she loved and Jason was intrigued but confused as to what the hype was. there was one that could not leave without: the bunny, but once she saw the price she was disappointed and sad to see how expensive it was. Jason saw her excitement went away and was sad for her, they soon left and jason knew that she needed it so went back on his own to surprise her with it.

make any changes if you’d like:)

thank you so much!!

Authors Note: yes ofc! I wanted to go to the jelly cat store in NYC when I go this week but my sister said there were no reservations 🙁

Bunny Luv

Jason Schmidt x fem!reader

New York City was always full of energy, buzzing with life from every corner. But today, the energy was entirely yours.

Jason had no idea what exactly had possessed you, but he knew you’d been talking about this for weeks. You’d been a fan of Jellycats forever—those plush, adorable animals that had somehow stolen your heart—and today, you were about to experience the ultimate Jellycat paradise. The Jellycat store in New York.

To be honest, Jason wasn’t entirely sure what the big deal was. He’d never understood the obsession with stuffed animals, especially ones that cost as much as a pair of designer shoes. He didn’t mind indulging you, though. If this made you happy, he’d support it.

But right now? Right now, you were practically bouncing down the sidewalk with excitement, pulling him along like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Come on, Jason! We’re almost there!” You practically skipped, a giddy smile stretched across your face as you pulled him down the busy streets. “I can’t wait to see all the new Jellycats! They’re going to be so cute!”

Jason followed you, trying to match your pace. His hands were in his pockets, and he shot an amused look at your enthusiasm. “You sure you’re not gonna faint from excitement? Or—”

“I’m gonna lose it when I see the bunnies!” You interrupted with a grin, barely able to keep it in.

“Bunnies?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re obsessed with bunnies now?”

“Not just bunnies, Jason. Jellycat bunnies,” you corrected, your eyes wide and excited. “They’re just… everything. Soft. Cute. And they make the best cuddle buddies!”

Jason wasn’t sure how much “cuddling” could be done with a plush animal, but he didn’t argue. You were too cute when you were like this, all bubbly and gleeful.

The store was just up ahead, a cozy little place tucked on a quieter street. You spotted the sign before Jason did, your pace quickening as you neared the door.

“Jason! There it is!” You almost squealed, dragging him inside, where the soft scent of lavender and the warm glow of lighting welcomed you. The walls were lined with shelves of plush animals in every color imaginable. There were bunnies, cats, bears, and even an octopus or two. You practically melted on the spot.

“This is heaven,” you sighed, stepping into the center of the store with a dreamy look on your face.

Jason couldn’t help but laugh at how at peace you seemed. “Alright, I’m following your lead. Show me what I’m missing.”

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You immediately began combing through the shelves, your fingers grazing the plush fabrics like they were treasures. Jason trailed behind you, his hands still in his pockets, watching you with a mix of amusement and confusion.

“Okay, look at this one, Jason!” You held up a tiny peanut with legs and a face. “Isn’t it the cutest thing?”

Jason studied it for a moment, his head tilting to the side. “Uh, yeah. It’s… soft?”

You giggled, clearly not understanding his lack of excitement. “No, Jason, it’s not just about being soft. It’s about the personality of each one. This little guy’s so gentle, so sweet. Look at his little face!” You hugged the peanut close to your chest, completely enchanted by it.

Jason nodded, trying to keep up. “Okay, I get it. It’s cute. But there’s, like, a whole store of them, huh?”

“Oh, there are more!” You said with absolute certainty, dropping the peanut back on the shelf and moving on. “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”

For the next twenty minutes, Jason watched you fall in love with Jellycat after Jellycat. You picked up bunnies, bears, and even some kittens, each one receiving a soft “Aww!” or an excited “Oh my God, I love this one!” But despite your growing pile of plush animals in your arms, there was still one that you hadn’t found.

You made your way to the back of the store, and that’s when you spotted it.

The bunny. The perfect bunny.

It was soft, its ears long and floppy, its fur a gentle cream color, and its little embroidered nose just waiting to be kissed. The moment you saw it, you knew this was the one. Your heart swelled, and you could feel the excitement surge inside you.

You turned to Jason, eyes sparkling. “Jason! Look! This is the one!”

Jason walked over, peering over your shoulder at the soft, stuffed bunny in your arms. He was starting to get why you liked them so much—this one really was adorable. “Okay, I get it. This one’s… really cute. Do you need it, though?”

You paused for a moment, the question making you hesitate. Do you need it? Probably not. But in your heart, you knew this was the one. You’d been dreaming of it. It was perfect.

Without responding, you turned the bunny around, searching for the price tag—and then you froze. Your stomach dropped as you saw it.

“Oh…” you whispered, the word barely leaving your lips. The price was more than you’d anticipated—far more. You felt the excitement in your chest drain away, replaced by a wave of disappointment. You looked at the bunny in your hands for a moment longer, your face falling.

Jason, who’d been watching you closely, noticed the change instantly. The way your shoulders slumped, the way the joy drained from your face. He knew immediately what had happened.

You looked up at him with a sad smile, shaking your head. “It’s… too much,” you murmured. “I can’t be spending that much on a stuffed animal, no matter how much I want it.”

Jason’s heart sank. He hated seeing that sadness in your eyes, especially when it came from something you loved so much. He wasn’t sure how to fix it, but he had to do something.

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After a quiet exit from the store, Jason could see you trying to shake off your disappointment, but he knew it was still there. You’d wanted that bunny. He could tell, just by the way you looked at it, that it wasn’t just a toy for you—it was something that would’ve made your day, maybe even your week. And now, it was out of reach.

As you walked together, Jason stayed quiet for a moment, his hand gently brushing against yours. You squeezed it, offering him a small smile. “It’s okay, Jason. I’ll survive.”

He nodded, but his mind was already working. He couldn’t let you go home without that bunny.

Later that day, after lunch, Jason excused himself to “grab something” from the store. You didn’t think much of it—he was always full of surprises. But little did you know, he was already making his way back to the Jellycat store, determined to get that bunny for you.

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When Jason returned to the apartment, it was late into the afternoon and you had just woken up from your nap. You were just about to settle onto the couch when you saw him walk in, a familiar-looking Jellycat bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you sat up, confused.

Jason grinned mischievously. “Well, I thought you might need a little surprise.”

Your eyes widened as he handed you the bag, and you pulled out the very bunny you’d been eyeing earlier. Your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, you just stared at it, too shocked to say anything.

“Jason… you—how did you—?”

Jason sat next to you on the bed, his arm around you as you hugged the bunny close to your chest. “I couldn’t let you leave without it. I saw how much you wanted it.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at him, completely overwhelmed. “But… how? It was so expensive.”

He shrugged, his smile soft and warm. “I’d spend anything to see you happy, Y/N. And this bunny? It’s totally worth it.”

You kissed his cheek softly, your voice thick with emotion. “You’re perfect, Jason. Thank you.”

Jason chuckled, his hand brushing through your hair. “Anything for you, baby. Now, go ahead and cuddle that bunny like you’ve been dreaming of.”

And so you did. The bunny in your arms, the love in your heart, and Jason by your side—it felt like the perfect end to the perfect day.

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Authors Note: AYAYAYAYAAYAY NYC IS THIS WEEK OH MY GERSH AND IM SEEIN THE OUTSIDERS IM SOOOO HAPPYYYYY and im getting my nails down tmr 🥳

[vivienne-writes]

I'll Ingrain Your Touch Into My Memory

“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”

― Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

“Come on, Ominis, just this once,” Poppy pleaded with the sweetest tone of voice she could muster.

It was a fine Saturday afternoon when Poppy managed to rope MC and Imelda into her latest venture: getting Ominis to describe what each of them may look like based on touch. They had spent all morning trying to track him down and poor Ominis, catching wind of their plans, spent all of his morning trying to escape their clutches. He would have tucked himself away in the Slytherin dormitory, but Imelda could have easily let them in.

He was headed towards the boathouse to plant himself there for the rest of the evening when Imelda, atop her broom, managed to spot him and corner him at the clocktower courtyard. Now surrounded by the trio, Ominis had no escape and Sebastian was nowhere in sight to help him.

“I’d like to go about my weekend without hexing anyone, if you don’t mind,” he grumbled angrily.

“It won’t take too long; I promise I won’t ask for anything else!” once Poppy has made up her mind, there was no swaying her.

“I’m not a plaything,” Ominis argued, although his resolve was weakening. He was tired and the thought of curling up for a nap sounded incredibly tempting. He’d much rather nap by the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, basking in the warmth of the hearth, than spend any more time running away and hiding.

“Humor us, please?” you finally spoke up gently. Originally you accompanied Poppy to indulge her, but really, you were just as curious to see what Ominis’ would say. And maybe, although you refused to admit as much to yourself, you wanted to know what his touch felt like.

Little did you know, Ominis harbored a bit of a crush on you. He was under the assumption that he’d only have to feel Poppy’s face but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he got to touch yours too. And truthfully, he didn’t have the heart to deny you.

“If I do this, do you lot promise to never bring this up again?” he asked with a sigh.

“Cross our hearts,” said Imelda as she leaned against her broomstick.

“Alright then. Sweeting, you first,” Ominis reached out both hands which Poppy pulled to her face eagerly. He took his time, running his fingers over her nose, her forehead, her chin. He contemplated his answer thoughtfully. “You’ve a very soft face and I can tell you’re smiling. These dips right here, are these dimples?”

Poppy nodded, urging him to go on. Ominis felt her bangs, fingers twirling the strands down to the tips. “I didn’t realize you had short hair,” he muttered, more so to himself. “I think you live up to your namesake. You must have a very sweet, kind face. Also, you’re much shorter than I expected.”

“I can live with that!” Poppy beamed cheerfully. “Now your turn!”

She pushed you towards Ominis, whose heart began to beat so rapidly, he was afraid you’d realize how nervous he was. Maybe his feelings for you weren’t as insignificant as he thought they were. He wiped his hands anxiously on his robes, hoping you wouldn’t find them clammy or sweaty.

“I’m right here, Ominis,” you said as he reached out towards you. You took his hands softly in yours, placing them gently on your cheeks. You found them to be firm but so smooth, it took everything in you not to nuzzle your face into his palms.

Ominis, on the other hand, was struggling to focus. He had wondered countless times what it would feel like to touch you, your hands, your face. And here you were, warm and pleasant to the touch. He noted the curvature of your cheekbone, the delicate shape of your jaw, the flutter of your eyelashes against his skin. He brushed a thumb lightly over your lips, breath hitching ever so slightly as he took in their plumpness. His mind began to stray, wondering how your lips would feel against his. When he began to run his fingers through your hair, you had to stop yourself from letting out a moan. It took every ounce of self-control you had to stay grounded. Meanwhile, Ominis was wondering whether running a hand down your neck would be too much when Imelda pulled you away abruptly.

“Hurry up Gaunt, we don’t have all day,” she demanded, grabbing his hands forcefully. You were somewhat relieved she pulled you away. Otherwise, you would have stood there all night, entranced by the feel of his dexterous fingers. But it didn’t satiate your curiosity, it just made you crave it more.

“You have a strong forehead, quite the forceful chin,” Ominis mused, fingers wandering Imelda’s face now. “Yes, I think I have a good idea as to what you look like, Reyes.”

“Go on then,” said Imelda, smugly expecting a compliment.

“You’ve got a face only a mother could love,” he smirked cheekily. Imelda swung her fist, dropping her broom and narrowly missing Ominis’ face. She would have landed her mark if you and Poppy hadn’t jumped to pull her back in time.

“Have a good evening!” Ominis called over his shoulder as he began making his way back inside, Imelda’s insults ringing in the air. He was hoping to return to the privacy of his room to replay the memory of your touch over and over in his head when he bumped into Sebastian.

“You were here this whole time and didn’t step in to help me?” Ominis asked incredulously.

“Help you? I was doing you a favor,” Sebastian chuckled. “So, tell me, did she feel as good as you expected?”

“Don’t be so crude, Sebastian,” Ominis scolded, aware of the heat creeping up his face. But he couldn’t deny that your touch not only felt better than he expected, but it had permanently ingrained itself into his memory.

[billiereid]

Transformation - Chapter Two: Fast Forward

Warnings: Rated R. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years and older. Minors, do not interact.

Contains: Graphic descriptions of child abuse and neglect.

Summary: Naoko Ushiumi grew up with only one friend: Tenko Shimura. He was sweet and gentle, and he always had dreams of becoming a hero when he grew up. With both of them growing up believing their parents don't love them, they always dreamt of running away. Until one day, when Tenko disappeared. Now, more than a decade later, Naoko has sold her body to survive, and eventually is hired by the Hero Public Safety Commission to work as a spy. She's living her best life, until she recognizes Tenko in a crowd at the mall. And he is not at all how she remembers him.

In this chapter, Naoko recounts everything that happened until she moved out.

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Life has been difficult for Naoko since then, to say the least.

After the last time she saw Tenko, she never saw the boy again. It seemed like the entire family had just… vanished. She never knew why he left. Did they move? She thinks that, if they moved, Tenko would have found a way to tell her. Because if he didn’t find a way to tell her, it means that he didn’t care about her as much as she wanted him to. And that thought was almost more than she could stand. 

But that had to be the reason, right? It had to be. There was no other explanation. Because a whole family doesn’t just disappear without a trace. It isn’t possible, even in a superhuman society. And if they did move away, it means Tenko didn’t tell her. He didn’t say goodbye. And Naoko wasn’t sure she could ever forgive him for leaving her all alone. 

The house next to Naoko stayed empty and abandoned, looking more and more run down as the years went on. Once in a while, she still thinks about Tenko. How she could go find him anytime she needed him. How he would put band-aids on her cuts for her. How he couldn’t stand to even kill bugs, so he would gently move them out of her way and into the bushes. Every spot in Naoko’s backyard is a memory of the two of them, and for the first several months, she would just sit in the grass and cry for her only friend.

For years, Naoko was alone.

At some point through the years, the hitting stopped. She supposes it’s because she got old enough to try and fight back, but she wasn’t complaining. Naoko’s father spends most of his time drunk and passed out in his chair in front of the TV. She usually doesn’t complain about it, but the silence is sometimes even more painful than the beatings. He doesn’t speak to her, doesn’t even notice her coming into the house at the end of the night.

She walks herself to school. She walks herself to work at the restaurant on the way home. She walks herself to her best friend’s house to do homework and study. She doubts that her father even questions where she is at night, when she sneaks into her best friend’s brother’s bedroom at night to let herself experience even just an hour of happiness and relief. 

She dreams of running away, of wishing for some way out. Only now, she’s old enough to actually make a plan. Every tiny bit of money she earns is squirreled away into a backpack, along with two days worth of clothes and some other emergency supplies. 

If she has to leave, she will. 

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Out of curiosity - you've written Dreams au for Prompto and Ardyn kickstarting the Reunion, plus the Gladio version that became canon.

But what about Ignis? How would the verse where he finds Noctis first look like?

Not gonna lie. This one had me stumped. I never considered that Ignis might be the first to find Noctis (my mistake) and so didn't even have an incling about how it might happen. Until about half an hour ago, that is, when an idea fell from the sky. Or my shower head. Depending on the point of view.

(I wrote this really fast, so it doesn't fit stylistically into the Deep City verse. When I have time, I'll try to write a 'proper' version.)

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You could say this starts around Noctis's 17th birthday. Ignis hasn't been doing well. Not at all. His friendship with Gladio is splintering like rotten wood and his uncle as been... distant lately.

Ignis does his best to bury his worries with work, but that's only helping so much. What with his work now being a glorified secretary for whatever ministry, board or committee will have him at the time. Still, Ignis does his best. What else can he do?

So, that one fateful day, on Noctis's 17th birthday, when the hurt is rubbed fresh and raw again and there is no work for him to do...

Ignis bakes.

He tries, once again his best, to recreate that one sweet pastry from Tenebrae Noctis liked so much and Ignis could never get right. Once he's done, he goes outside and somehow finds himself in a park in a working class area. Later, he will think is has been fate.

Right now, he doesn't care, strangely glad for being outside his usual haunts, and unpacks the pastries he has brought.

Their taste is warm and creamy and so sweet Ignis can practically feel his teeth rotting in his mouth. Was that the right taste? he wonders and hates that he will not get an answer.

"Yer usin' the wrong types of berry," an old, creaky voice says behind him.

Ignis whirls around and whom he finds fits the voice very well. It's an old woman, bent and with wrinkles deeper than he has ever seen. Her hands are bony and full of spots. Her dress looks more like it's been made from patches than proper fabric. The smell of freshly baked bread hits Ignis's nose.

"Excuse me?" he asks.

"Tha' pastry o' yer's," she says in the strangest accent Ignis has ever heard. "Them berries're too sweet. Yer'll need them from northern Ulwaat. T's colder there, so they need ta be more hardy. 'Too sweet' tha' prince o' yers would say."

Ignis feels ice cold dread creep up his spine. Does this woman know Noctis? Does she have soemthing to do with his disappearance?

"Now, now laddie. Get those thoughts outta yer head. Ah'm simply following the fire to where it'll lead me."

"What...?"

"Fire, laddie. It knows ye got to play a part in the storm ta come, and it likes ye. So Ah'll make sure ye know wha' ta do once the time is right."

"I'm afraid I do not know what you are talking about, Maselle. Excuse me, I have work to do."

Ignis turns around, intend to leave the obviously mentally unstable old crone behind him, but her next words make him stop.

"None o' tha', Ignis Scientia. There's no work waitin' for ye today. Yer uncle is teachin' yer cousin Paxil in the hopes he'll not be a disappointment, an' yer friend'll not get a diagnosis fer his sister t'day."

Slowly Ignis turns around. "Are you threatening me?" he asks, low and dangerous. One hand his inconspicuously reaching for the dagger he never goes without these days.

"Ye can leave tha' dagger where it is, laddie. Ah'm not threatening ye, simply sayin' things how they are."

"How do you know all this?" Ignis finds himself asking through the fog in his mind.

"The fire, laddie. Once ye know how ta listen, it'll never stop tellin' ye things," the crone says and waves her hand in a way that makes it clear that she wishes for him to follow. "Come," she says. "Ah'll show ye."

And against his better judgement - and the usually so large, but now tiny rational voice in his head baring warnings at him - he follows.

Nearly three years later, he stares at the fire burning between his fingers, and follows it's call deep into the ancient bowels of the city.

[therentyoupay]

She can tell that they’re talking about her (or half-talking, who knows) the moment she steps out of the room. They could be trying to re-evaluate their current situation, perhaps, which isn’t precisely what she’d been hoping for. She is a guest, but she is also an intruder; she is welcomed, but she also feels very much the third wheel—whether they want to see it that way or not. Elsa swirls the water in her glass, thinking of Anna and poor (past, current) decisions and True Love gone horribly, horribly wrong, and what it means for all of them now.

So much for finding a solution.

Elsa drinks and refills her small glass two times before she considers herself ready to venture back out and watch the easy, friendly interactions of her sister and her sister’s roommate. When she shuts off the tap, she realizes that someone else has already entered the kitchen.

“Hey,” says Jack, gently, as soon as she has the courage to turn around. He looks twitchy and uncertain, and a little off-balance. He keeps trying to stick his hands in his pockets, only to realize that his pajama pants have none. “How’re you doing?”

Elsa’s smile is genuine, if not very tired; it’s late, and she’s not really enjoying herself, after all. She opens her mouth to make an excuse, then realizes—there’s no need. What comes out is a sigh instead.

“Sorry,” she laughs, then hums. “I’m actually pretty tired.”

It’s a little disconcerting—and also a tiny bit sweet—to see how quickly and how powerfully Jack associates this feeling of Elsa’s with his personal interference this evening. She can tell from the gape of his mouth, the wince to his eyes, and by the slant to his shoulders that he feels guilty, which is—well. Which is currently how Elsa is feeling too, so now what are they supposed to do about it?

Jack’s face contorts, then goes unhelpfully blank. Dissatisfied with his absence of pockets, Jack instead hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants. He does not seem to realize the effect this has on the amount of skin visible at his stomach… particularly the lower abdominals, where they cut into the faintest shape of a V over his hips. Before she can tear her eyes away, she catches the unsettling sight of a fine dusting of hair down his navel, disappearing into the low-slung, pulled-down waistband of his pants. Her eyes jerk back to his, prepared to fight or fly, but Jack is not looking at her directly.

“I promise we’re usually… more fun than this?” Jack scratches at the back of his head, uneasy and avoiding her gaze. “Or, like… I don’t know. I’ve just… had a weird day, is all? I really didn’t mean to take over your night.”

Elsa looks down into her water. “That’s very… sweet,” she concedes. “But it’s not necessary. You didn’t do anything wrong, especially not by coming home to your own apartment.”

“Yeah, well. I mean.” He shrugs. “You’re bored.”

His voice is calm, but his posture claims that he is personally affronted by this. Like this is a matter of personal responsibility. Elsa finds herself grinning a little in amusement; it’s not like she doesn’t know what that feels like.

“I like being able to see your friendship in action,” she claims teasingly, but Jack is not having any of it.

“Yeah, well, what about you? I mean—where’s your action?”

Elsa raises a single brow.

“That’s not—that’s not what I meant.” Jack heaves an exasperated sigh. “Look, I just wanted to come in and apologize, because I’m feeling kind of like a selfish douchebag, and I just wanted to let you know that there’s a spot on the floor with your name on it, if you want it.” He seems to think better of himself. “Next to Anna, I mean. On her side.”

Elsa nods, slow and sage. “Very appropriate,” she manages, without cracking too much of a grin.

“Yeah. Yes. Right.”

Elsa waits a beat. “All right. Thank you.”

“Course,” says Jack, and stands there.

She nods slowly to herself, and tries not to drown in the silence. She can feel the familiar stirrings of panic begin to wake inside her, but two deep breaths help her to recenter before the feeling has a chance to emerge. Jack seems to be waiting for an answer, she realizes.

“I’ll just be another minute,” she announces awkwardly, and Jack trips over himself as he straightens and turns back to return to the living room.

“Right. Totally. Yeah, we’ll see you—just a minute.”

Elsa is left alone in the kitchen once more.

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start from the beginning of livable 🎄🎁❤️

[ravenrose18]

Shadows of Destiny

Chapter 3

As they pulled into the junkyard lot, Dean took a deep breath. They were safe because they were home. He pulled the car to the side, making sure that Bobby wouldn't complain too much about him blocking the lot or the trucks or the trash man. It was Bobby. "Home sweet home!" He beamed, glancing up in the mirror at Raven. He knew Bobby would be happy to see her but also he knew that she was expecting a massive lecture. "Sam. Why don't you take the bags in and let Bobby know we made it? He can order a pizza or something. I want to um...give Raven a breather before we go in." "Um. Yeah. Sure. Everything okay?" Sam asked and Dean waved him off. "Yeah! I just want you to butter him up real good before she comes in. No dad talks." "Got it. No dad talks." Sam confirmed, snatching the keys from Dean's hand, before climbing out of the car and grabbing the bags from the trunk. Dean got out and opened the back door for Raven, staring off into space as he waited for her to get out, "Let's go for a walk." Raven filled her lungs with a deep breath as she laid eyes on the familiar junkyard. It had been two years since she left, and she hadn't spoken to Bobby during that time. She had missed him, although she was relieved to have left the town behind. However, she knew that the demons from her past weren't finished with her just yet. Looking up at Dean, she mustered a smile before stepping out of the car to take in the unchanged landscape of the junkyard. "Sure, Dean," she replied, allowing him to close the car door as she ventured forward. "Same cars. Same leaky roof. A few more stray cats. Just like you left it." Dean sighed as he walked beside her, their shoulders brushing. He walked them toward the tiny garden Bobby kept hidden behind a wall of cars. He would never admit to loving gardening, but the boys knew he was very proud. "I just thought we could walk some of the tension off. No sense in going into meeting up with everyone all at once. And I had to tell you, without Sam butting in with his...bodily noises...I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're home. I may be horrible at showing it but we're family, you know?"

Raven offers a gentle smile as she strolls beside him, noticing the garden that she has never seen before. It seems like Bobby has taken up a new hobby. Instead of merely assisting hunters with research, as evidenced by the multitude of books he has collected over the years, he has now ventured into gardening. "I understand, Dean. I'm truly grateful to be home and safe. I can't believe I made it out of that situation alive. It's unnerving to think that my inability to handle the demon properly has put us in this perilous situation. A demon is trying to track me down and end my life. However, your concern and reassurance mean the world to me. Even just a hug or your comforting words can provide so much comfort. I know you find it difficult, but you're good at it." She expresses.

Dean huffed a chuckle as she explained how difficult it was for him to show that he was soft. He was nice enough. He was polite to the people they helped. He even hugged a few! But it amused him. The reality was...he had a soft spot in him. And the truth was, he didn't like to admit it. "You're right I guess. If I have to lose a little bit of my street cred to make you more comfortable after what you went through, I can live with that." He teased, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk."Do you love him? The guy I mean. Like...if all of this was a demon thing, would you go back?" Raven's smile and giggles faded as soon as he asked her that question. Her expression turned to a frown, and she let out a heavy sigh. "I did love him at one point, Dean. But whether he was possessed or not when he started cheating and abusing me, I can't be with a man who treats me like I'm worthless. He made me feel that way every day," she confessed. "I've had the worst life out of all the hunting life. I thought I was going to be happy for once and have someone. I never dated anyone while doing this hunting stuff, you know. I did try when we were teenagers in school, but I hated hopping from school to school, and I ended up heartbroken anyway," she said, looking up at him with a mix of sadness and resignation in her eyes.

Dean frowned. Hearing Raven speak of the way the downward turn of her relationship had affected her killed him a bit inside. He met her eyes for a moment but looked away, snarling his nose. "I could have told you that dating around and getting attached was a bad idea. That's why I kept them all at a distance. Don't get attached." But he quickly changed the subject away from his habits, since she had never seemed very open to discussing the women he chose. "We can love people. But we don't get to have relationships, you know? I think we've all learned that the hard way at one point or another. But we stick together." He raised his eyebrows, making sure that she read his expression the way he intended. She was safe with him, and as long as she was near him, he would do everything in his power to protect her.

As they strolled together, Raven couldn't help but roll her eyes and cast her gaze downward. "I appreciate having you and Sam there to protect me, Dean. You've shielded me from those guys back in high school, even though I insisted they wouldn't harm me. Truthfully, I never truly connected with any of the guys I dated, knowing we'd have to leave every time. However, I must admit that your taste in girls back in school wasn't the greatest. I didn't feel the need to bring it up then, but those girls despised and bullied me simply because we were close. They believed I had stolen you away from them, and as a consequence, I faced their torment at every school we attended," she confessed, stealing a glance at him before lowering her gaze once more.

Dean frowned, tempted to shake his head at Raven's words about the girls he had essentially used in school. He had never planned to see them again. So, he didn't think of them...at all. "I never really thought about it. I mean, it's not like any of them thought I was sticking around. I made it clear...to most of them." He thought hard and eventually cringed at the thought that he had led them all on to believe they were in a relationship with him. He glanced back at her, "They were jealous because you had me. From town to town, it was me and you...constant. A lot of girls can't handle that."

Raven expressed her frustration by rolling her eyes, glancing at him, and shaking her head. "They always told me that you described me as just a sister to you and that you found me annoying and felt that I should go away. But I know they were being unkind, although it's all in the past now," she said, gazing at the garden as they strolled along. Dean shrugged, but he was taken aback by the fact that she was bothered by being called 'his sister'. He had always seen her that way, for the most part, because they were always...together, like he and Sam. But he brushed past that and figured he could pressure her for more of those feelings when the situation was more appropriate. "I never felt you were annoying. That part was just the jealousy talking." He confirmed, waving his hand. "I'm a little better now, right? Like...I'm a little better at communicating with people that I'm not the 'in love with you' kind of guy..."

Raven gazes at him and affirmatively nods, "You've improved, no doubt. But sometimes, women fail to recognize that. These days, it seems like all people do is hook up at bars. They don't see it as anything more than a one-night stand or as a reason to pursue a relationship. I guess I wouldn't know since I've never been in that kind of situation. And you, you've never been with someone for an extended time, except for that one girl you dated. You trusted her enough to tell her about our line of work.

Dean stopped and almost had a proud look on his face, at the fact that someone was giving him credit for being better. But then Raven continued and his shoulders dropped a bit. His habits were...well known. He took a lot of his frustrations and emotions out through getting wasted and having sex. He was just wired that way, from his teenage years on. But when she brought up Cassie, his nose crinkled for a split second in regret. "Yeah. Cassie was different. She got it. She never made me feel like a piece of meat or a freak. It was pretty easy to let her inside...and then she just, decided it wasn't what she wanted." He muttered, his voice a bit sadder than he meant to lead on. "I don't even know what a stable relationship would look like, anymore. It's not like we have had a lot of role models in that area."

Raven gazes at him, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. "I'm sorry things didn't work out, Dean. It's her loss. Anyone would be lucky to have you. You're kind, caring, protective, and undeniably good-looking. But, you know, we never had any real role models to teach us about healthy and stable relationships. I even considered dating another hunter instead of someone who's not part of the hunting life." She pauses, reflecting on the challenges they've faced. Dean's brain once again caught onto how positively Raven was speaking about him. He almost brushed off her words about Cassie. But she was complimenting...him. She was complimenting his personality, and all of the things that he saw as negatives about himself. It opened a weird emotion in the back of his mind. "Um. Yeah. Yeah, me too. I've met a few people that honestly would be perfect but then there's the small problem of getting attached. We all seem to have a death wish." He stammered out, finishing a little more put together with the tilt of his head. "That's why the three of us just stick together."

Raven's gaze softened as she looked at him and offered a gentle smile. "Well, once we started hunting, we signed our death warrants. I'm just glad we have each other... we should, I guess, get back to the house. I'm sure Bobby wants to see me," she said, clearing her throat and looking down, absently fiddling with the fabric of her flannel sleeve as she began walking back toward the front of Bobby's place. She knew Dean was trying not to get attached to anyone, but she had always felt deeply connected to him. The thought of losing him was almost unbearable, but in their perilous line of work, she understood that the dangers were unpredictable and unavoidable. Dean sighed and nodded in agreement that they should probably go find Bobby. No matter how much he tried to stall if they didn't go inside, Bobby would find them. "Yeah. We should probably go find him before he finds us.", he teased. As she stepped away from him and started to walk toward the house, he quickly caught up with her and gently placed an arm around her shoulders, tugging her head toward him to place a quick kiss against her hair, "Just remember. He's happy to see you...no matter how grumpy he is. He hasn't changed a bit."

Raven looked up at Dean with a soft smile, her cheeks slightly blushing. "I know, but you know how he is. He's been very protective of me ever since he and John found me in the woods. He could never stay mad at me for long. He treats me like I'm his daughter, the one he never had. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if he hugged me and then gave me a playful hit on the head afterward," she said with a gentle nudge to Dean's shoulder. Raven then walked up to the porch, took a deep breath, and entered the house.

Chapter 4

[justmybookthots]

Emily Wilde's Map of the Otherlands

I finally finished this book, after what felt like years. Technically, it's been six days, but given my excitement about it, I'm surprised I didn't finish it the day I got it (which was on the 16th). 

Make no mistake, this was a good and solid entry in the series. I like it almost as much as the first. There are definitely some things that this book does better than the first, and some books the first does better than the second. The problem with this second book is that it didn't grab me right away like the first one did, and even as I read to the end, I wasn't as captivated as I was with the first. That said, the first book was REALLY captivating until the last act, which made me tired.

I also need to mention that my brain is currently in a slumpy mode, which could be why it took me a bit longer to finish this book, and it may be why I wasn't as hooked. Anyway! Without further ado, let me get on to the review. 

Please beware of spoilers.

Things I loved:

POE, POE, POE. I knew he was coming back but I wish he had more screen time than he got. Regardless, he was EVEN MORE ADORABLE IN THIS BOOK THAN HE WAS IN THE FIRST, AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING. He was so happy with the tree Wendell got him and that people would come see his tree and he would say the sweetest, most endearing things, e.g. "Isn’t it wonderful? I have many friends now. My mother would be so pleased. ‘You are too shy, little one,’ she always said. ‘You must try your best to make friends, for those who are small cannot easily stand alone.’" How his speech tugged on my heartstrings!!! And I loved how he finds so much comfort standing in the shadow of Emily's knee, haha. It was so SWEET that he didn't even bat an eyelid when Emily showed up unceremoniously and he was like: Hello! Have you come for more bread? 

I love Poe. I love him so much. I hope we continue to see him. I think we may, given his new connection with Emily and Wendell.

I also adored the HECK out of Snowbell. Yes, I know we weren't supposed to like him (I think?) but I don't care. I loved how braggy and arrogant he was. I have a hard time visualising how he looks, but in my mind I just picture a tiny fox with a big mouth. And when he fell asleep on Emily's lap, I was SCREAMING AT HOW ADORABLE HE WAS. And yes, I know he took a big chunk out of Rose's ear but sometimes I like to conveniently forget these things. As Emily herself says (this part seriously had me laughing out loud): 

I am too pragmatic to be above flattering the common fae, even if they have recently dined on my friends.

Snowbell shrugged this off, but he stood a little taller, his ruff bristling. “I found you a path to the winterlands,” he said in a bragging voice. “It was easy! I simply looked about and found the way. But then I am not a bumbling mortal oaf.”

Good grief. “Indeed,” I said. “I was terribly impressed.”

“Ha!” he crowed. “It was easy!”

Speaking of Rose: wow. I started off not really liking him but then he tagged along and I developed an enormous soft spot for this man. I think he was such a valuable addition to the team and I'm happy he didn't end up just playing the role of an unlikeable antagonist/nuisance. There was a lot of nuance to his character that I enjoyed, but I also think that they weren't adequately resolved (e.g. How did he come to accept Wendell in the end? Or did he… ever?).

Our next side-character: Ariadne! At first, I was a bit unsure about her introduction to the story and wondered if I'd like her. I can't say I ever grew to be in love with her or anything, but the development of her relationship with Emily was wonderful, specifically in the last part when they entered you-know-who's kingdom. Overall, I'm pretty pleased with Rose and Ariadne's addition to the cast, and I think I know why they were added. It's because unlike the first book where the villagers made up the supporting cast, Rose and Ariadne took those spots this time.

There are more little things I enjoyed, such as Wendell's cat and her role in his illness. How the stepmother was taken down was also very interesting. 

I also found Wendell almost as much of a riot as the first, and I'm happy to say his personality hasn't changed much.

This book was fucking hilarious at parts. I'd literally laugh out loud at random sections. Wendell's statement here, for example: Assassins are a monstrous breed. Either they attack when you are at your worst, or they are having a go at you on your birthday. I have never known a more dishonourable profession. HE WOULD NOT LET GO ABOUT BEING POISONED ON HIS BIRTHDAY, I CANNOT. 

Now, onto things that I didn't love…

IMO, this book didn't need to be so long. The first half was so long with a lot of random things that happened that I didn't think needed to be there. Like the cast would end up in scary situations and then they would get out of it and then rinse and repeat. I suppose there might have been small clues being amassed from every ordeal but I think it could have been done in a more succinct way. After a while, it got pretty old and tiring. 

I wasn't the biggest fan of Wendell being poisoned. I suppose the author needed to nerf his tremendous powers or the conflict would be too easily resolved, but I just… it was worrisome. And also I'm so used to Wendell being this indefatigable light that seeing it being subdued was saddening. I do get this is mostly stemming from my personal preference and it definitely adds more 'flavour' to the plot to introduce the poison.

I felt it was too easy getting de Grey and Eichorn back. And after they both came back, it felt a little… anticlimactic? I wasn't sure why we needed de Grey AND Eichorn; I felt like just having de Grey alone as a missing character was better. Two missing characters just felt superfluous, and once they were both back after the first half of the book was spent hyping up their disappearance, I was like… "Okay. Now what?"

Also, we spoke so much about the faun since Emily had their foot (and the others had various parts of their body), but—we never really saw them! There was one little cameo in the epilogue but it's astonishing to me that a faun was the reason we got de Grey back at all, yet we never saw one. This isn't a major complaint, just a thought I had.

I don't think this should count as a complaint, since the author has countered this issue with introducing a supporting cast (made of Rose and Ariadne), but I will note that almost none of the villagers in this new setting were of major importance unlike the ones from the first book. I have mixed feelings about this, but again, not really a complaint. 

Okay, again, this is 100% my personal preference and should NOT reflect on the quality of the book. However, I am not a fan of closed-door sex scenes. To me, you either write a sex scene in detail or you don't include sex in your story at all. I feel like I'm missing out on a major factor in a couple's relationship (as in, re: fiction) when I don't know how their sex scene went down. What they are like in bed determines a lot for me. If the author didn't want to share details, then I would rather much prefer that they never had sex. It's a personal pet peeve of mine that occurred in this book, and I have to say it took some of the enjoyment from me. And yes, yes, I'm well aware that Emily would not bother to write any details about lovemaking in her journal (lmao), but if so, I'd rather they not have had sex at all. 

I wasn't a huge fan of Wendell not being that worried about Emily when she ventured to his kingdom and pulled off what she did. He said something like, "If I had been surprised at your feat, that meant I would not have thought you capable in the first place" and while I think that's great and sweet and feminist and all that, some worry and shock would have been nice. Again, just my personal gripe and it has no bearing on the quality of the book.

There's one part I wasn't the biggest fan of, and again, it's from personal preference: The Folk may scheme, but few bother with manipulation; it isn’t something that suits them, capricious as they are, particularly when they can simply enchant others into giving them what they want. I think this is where I realised Heather Fawcett's fae isn't quite like Holly Black's as I had assumed. The problem here is that I LOVE manipulativeness in fae, and they are often this way in the Cruel Prince series because they cannot lie. As such, they often use sophistry or some manipulation to get their way. Once more, this is just my personal predilection and there is nothing wrong with how Heather writes her fae; it just isn't entirely my cuppa as I had once hoped.

All in all (wow, that's a lot of points under the dislike section, oops), I DID like this book. I really enjoyed it.  Whenever the next book comes, I will be here, waiting for it. It will be very interesting to see how the author will take the story next. While I can't say it will be among my top favourites of all time, I'm glad it existed and for the fun, laughs and giggles it gave me.

- 22 Jan 2024

[justtluffythings]

HOME: Book 7 - CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST

“I can’t believe this is our last year at Hogwarts! We’re going to be graduating soon and going out into the wizarding world and finding jobs and being adults. This is crazy!” Veronica beamed as she jumped in her seat and gazed out the compartment window. 

As Charlie sat across from her, he wondered for the millionth time how she was a Beater. Off the pitch, Veronica was the sweetest person he had ever known. Of course she could stand up for herself when she needed to, as she had done so many times with Archie, but for the most part, she was bubbly and outgoing and the most caring and sweet person ever. But on the pitch, she was a completely different person. On the pitch, she was ruthless, even with him, and he absolutely loved it. He loved her, more than anything, he just wished he had the guts to tell her. 

“I’m going to take a walk through the train and see if I can spot Art. I want to yell at him for not writing to me this summer. I haven’t heard from him since my birthday, and that was a month ago.”

Charlie nodded before turning his eyes back to the book in his lap. He was reading the dragon book Veronica had bought him for Christmas in fifth year for about the millionth time. He had read it so many times that the cover was now dull and peeling, but he loved it just as much as he did on day one. He had memorized every word, but he still enjoyed watching the dragons in the photos walking around and grazing. It made him feel like he was a real dragonologist, observing their patterns and behaviors up close and jotting down his notes in the columns. It gave him hope for a future where he would actually get to observe and work with dragons for real, but for now, he would settle for this.

Tearing her eyes away from him, Veronica chuckled as she made her way out of their compartment and into the corridor. She could hear muffled chatter coming from the other compartments in the car, and began to make her way up the train and through each car, briefly glancing into the tiny window of each compartment hoping to find him without imposing on other students’ privacy too much. She had only made it halfway through the train before running into Felix who seemed to be doing the same thing she was.

“Hey Veronica, you wouldn’t happen to have seen Art anywhere, would you?”

“What? He’s not with you?”

Felix shook his head but didn’t elaborate.

“Well, I haven’t seen him, but I’ve been looking for him too. Did you start at the front of the train? I started from the back and haven’t seen him anywhere.” Veronica scratched her head and furrowed her brows as she turned to look the way she had come. “Unless I just missed him?”

Felix shrugged in an attempt to be nonchalant, but there was something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place. “Maybe. I started from the front and haven’t seen him either, but I might have just missed him too.”

“Alright, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s here somewhere. Let’s look again together.” Despite trying to convince Felix, Veronica didn’t believe her own words. If Art was on this train, he would be looking for Felix too. But even with these thoughts in her mind, Veronica refused to scare the boy, so they began their search.

For a half hour, the two walked up and down the train a few times, but to no avail. As Veronica expected, Art was nowhere to be found. By the time they reached the front of the train for the 3rd time, Veronica could feel the worry radiating off Felix in waves. “Look, don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine, and there’s probably a good explanation as to why he isn’t here. I’m sure he’ll tell us all about it when we see him at Hogwarts, and we’ll all have a good laugh about it.” Veronica hoped to brighten his spirits, but she could tell it wasn’t working. “Hey, do you want to come sit with me and Charlie in our compartment? We can keep you company until we get to Hogwarts, it shouldn’t be too long now.”

Felix just shook his head. “That’s alright, Veronica. I’ll see you in the Great Hall.” The look in his eyes was back, but Veronica still couldn’t figure it out for the life of her. She didn’t have time to ask him about it before he entered his compartment and shut the door. With that, she made her way back to Charlie. “So, what’d he say?”

“I couldn’t find him.”

“What?”

[gingernut1314]

how do you think sanji would react if reader (who likes him) asked if he has feelings for nami? thinking emoji

Through Shadow

Sanji x F!Reader

Summary: You've had feelings for Sanji ever since he was able to see you from your hiding spot in the shadows. Feelings you know the chef will never reciprocate, especially when he only has eyes for Nami. Nami who you couldn't help and hated to be jealous of. So when you find yourself spilling these jealous feelings to Sanji, you are terrified to hear what he might have to say.

Tags: angst and fluff

Word Count: 4.1K

A/N: Y'all...he's too good. I love him and I had to write for him. First time doing it so I hope it's good but I had too much fun writing this. This is strictly angst and fluff because I lowkey (highkey) needed it. I hope you guys enjoy and thank you so much for the request!

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You flipped a page in the book you were currently reading, finding it was one of the last few remaining. It was just a small book on some of the things to be seen on the next island your crew was going to stop at, but it was your job as informant, or as Luffy liked to call you, the “tour guide”, to know everything and anything there was to know about the places you were going to land.  

You enjoyed the job greatly, seeing as you had always loved to read and know things. Before you had joined Luffy’s crew, you were a spy of sorts for one of the local mobs on the tiny island you grew up on. It was your job to infiltrate other rival mobs and gather as much information as you could so your boss could use it to destroy them. 

You loved learning new information, so doing this job for Luffy was second nature--second nature that was also being used for good, rather than unrelenting bad. 

It hadn’t taken much for you to join him, having always wanted to leave your hometown and do something good with your life. 

Though, the true reason you had joined was because of the simple smile, kind words, and the best meal of your life the Straw Hats’ cook had given you. Sanji was his name and you orbited around him an embarrassing amount. 

You flipped another page in your book when the door to the kitchen opened, the voice of said cook floating in with it. A voice you instantly perked up to listen to, peering over the edge of the rafter you had all but claimed as your personal reading nook to find the face it belonged to. A face that had your cheeks heating even without its attention directed at you.

But your body froze when you saw another person follow after him. A person who was beautiful and fearless and who you had been jealous of ever since you laid eyes on her. 

You absolutely hated that you were jealous, especially of Nami because she was your friend--family...but Nami--Nami was everything you had ever wanted to be. 

And she had caught the lovely eye of the cook she followed in here.

You watched from the shadows as Sanji went about pulling everything he needed to start making breakfast for the rest of the slowly waking crew, Nami placing a book full of maps on the counter as she read it over. Sanji glanced her way here and there, that perfect smile on his lips anytime she pointed something out to him. 

That green emotion coiled in your chest like a snake as you watched it all happen. An emotion that grew every time you saw them together. Saw Sanji pull a smile from her, saw Sanji sweet talk and flirt with her. 

It was enough to get you to walk away from the situation every time it happened, but now you were stuck watching. Stuck in your stupid reading nook in the rafters of this stupid kitchen that was all too warm and cozy and smelled ever so wonderful--smelled not only of the delicious food being cooked up, but of him. Of his cologne and freshly showered scent.

You pulled yourself further into your nook, shoving your book back into your face to keep your mind distracted. To try not to think of the conversation that was happening below you. Of who was having it. 

“Here, try some. I’m trying something new.” You heard Sanji’s smoothly accented voice speak. A voice that unfortunately had you instantly looking back over the edge to find him extending a wooden spoon with whatever sauce he was cooking up on it out to Nami. She ate it without so much as a blink, Sanji watching her intently the whole time. 

“Good.” She said, before going back to her book full of maps. “I think the best place to get the supplies you need is here, in this market.” And on and on she went, Sanji nodding along and smiling away at her as he continued to cook. 

When they had both agreed on the best plan of action for this supply run, Nami closed up her book and began to leave. “Nami,” Sanji spoke, stopping Nami before she could fully leave. “Be sure to check with Y/N, ya? She’ll know the best places to go.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to her at breakfast. Can’t find her anywhere but at mealtime.” It made you just a little proud you could hide from her, though you could hide from anyone. Blending into the shadows and going unnoticed had been your specialty way before gathering intel. It was more useful, in your opinion. Kept you safe and away from the prying eyes of those you wanted to avoid--which was everyone. 

You preferred to keep to yourself. To read your books and go utterly unnoticed…but going unnoticed had its downfalls. Downfalls such as having to watch the guy you liked, who was way out of your league and very much unattainable, flirt with the girl who was equally out of your league and unattainable.

“What are you reading up there, sweetheart?” Sanji asked, his voice startling you. You kept quiet, willing the shadows to cover you in their entirety as you watched Sanji continue to chop away at some fruit, but when those ocean-blue eyes snapped up on you, one covered by a lock of his blond hair, you knew you had been found out. Your face instantly flushed under his gaze. A gaze that had always made you feel so--seen. 

You remembered back to the first time that gaze had found you. It had been a relatively sunny day so the streets of your home town had been bustling with activity. You, unfortunately, had been sent by your boss to go spy on the straw hat-wearing man and his crew who had just landed on the island, so you couldn’t enjoy the day one bit.

It wasn’t hard to find the guy, seeing as he was bouncing around full of an energy you had never experienced before. It was--refreshing. No one on your island could ever dream of being that happy thanks to the mobs ruling over them. 

They were looking around the larger marketplace on the island, grabbing up different kinds of meats, fish, veggies, and all sorts of food you never could have afforded yourself. And as you watched the blond buying it all, your stomach quickly began to rumble to life with the hunger you had been fending off for days now. 

You may have been working for the mob, but they hardly took care of you. It was more indentured servitude than a true job. The most food you got was a scrap of bread and maybe, maybe if you were lucky, a piece of dried meat that would hold you over for a day or two before your stomach was roaring in hunger again.

You had hardly reached for the carrot sticking out of the basket he carried when those ocean-blue eyes, one covered by that lock of perfect blond hair of his, landed directly on you. Saw you. Saw you through shadow. Through shadow you had perfected the art of disappearing in. Had been practicing ever since you were a baby. 

And he--he was looking at you. Really seeing you. A gaze that had your body freezing up in its spot. You’d never had to deal with this before. Never had to deal with getting caught like this. 

The overly attractive blond had given you a charming smile, those eyes still refusing to leave you. 

“Hello there, sweetheart.” His accented voice had made your face flush as red as a beat then and there. The straw hat-wearing guy you had been sent to spy on came over then, oblivious to your location.

“Hey, Sanji, who are you--AHHH!! A GHOST!” The blond, Sanji, had hardly batted an eye at his captain's shenanigans, those same eyes still pinning you to your spot. 

“How about instead of eating this raw, I cook you something befitting a hauntingly beautiful woman such as yourself.” He had said, playing with the fact you had just been mistaken, rather loudly, as a specter. 

You had hardly even realized he had offered to feed you because all you could think about was the fact that he had seen you and was now calling you beautiful. Two things no one had ever done. 

When you finally came down from your shock and Luffy had come down from his scared, wildness, he had agreed to let you come aboard their ship--the Going Merry--and you had agreed to food. Any food would have done, truly, put Sanji--gods he had whipped up the most glorious meal you had ever tasted. A meal fit for a king. Something your taste buds definitely didn’t deserve. 

While you had eaten, you told Luffy and his crew about your life--about life on your island. Of the mob bosses running it ragged and driving many of its residents to an early grave. It had surprised you nearly as much as Sanji finding you through shadow when Luffy offered to help. When his whole crew offered. 

They had taken care of the mobs with little effort, you being a great help in their destruction. You knew where their holdouts were, where their money was kept, and who they loved the most in the world. You had been a double-edged sword ready to be drawn and used by just the right people.

Luffy had been awe-struck by your memory and ability to hide in plain sight, and after your island was saved, he offered you a place on his crew. A place you took gratefully, ready to serve this man who was the most generous man you had met--a man who would be King of the Pirates and rightfully so. 

It’d been a few years since then and still, Sanji was able to see you through the shadows you practically lived in. The others on the crew always tried, but never could quite find you until Sanji pointed you out, that is, if you wanted to be pointed out. He was always kind enough to gauge your mood--whether or not you wanted to be amongst the rest of the crew. You loved them, every last one of them, but they were all so--extroverted and you were content to watch from the shadows. 

“...A small history of the island we are heading for.” You spoke, flipping the cover to show him. He looked it over with a nod.

“Ah--and what have you learned?” You felt yourself grow excited at his interest and you pulled yourself just that much further from the shadows. 

“There’s this rabbit that can only be found on this specific island in the mountainous regions, called the Rina. Its fur is the color of a muted rainbow and its meat is said to be chewy and sweet and is best used in--”

“A stew?” You smiled.

“Yep! The locals will also glaze it in a honey sauce mixed with its blood and cook it on a stick.” You said, absent-mindedly flipping through the pages of the book until you came to the small section on the rabbit. You looked back up at Sanji who had taken a pause from chopping, turning the page to show him the illustration of the rabbit. “We’ll have to try some.” 

“Of course, sweetheart. And I’ll make a note to get some of its meat so we can cook up that stew.” You nodded happily, your mouth watering at the mere thought. You watched Sanji pick up where he had left off, throwing some of the fruit into a bowl. “What did you think of the market Nami pointed out?” That green emotion filled your chest once more and you pulled yourself right back into the shadow, flopping back onto the pillow you had pulled up here with you. 

“She’s right. It’s the best place to get supplies. It’ll have everything we need.” You said rather softly, reopening your book to where you had left off. Sanji was quiet for a short moment. 

“But is that where you think we should go?” You shrugged. 

“Yes. Do you think we’ll be staying there for the night?” You heard the slice of a sharp knife through meat. 

“I believe so.” 

“Then we should dock on the western side of the island. It’s a little more secluded than the eastern docks. There are more markets there as well, but it is full of people known for their anonymity and hostility. We will find everything there as well.” You heard Sanji drop slices of meat onto a pan, it sizzling under the heat. 

“Sound perfect for a crew of outlaws.” He said in a joking tone despite it being completely true. “And you will want to tell Nami this when she comes to breakfast? So she can get us there.” Again, green spiked through your heart. 

“Sure. I can do that.” Silence filled the air once more as you tried to finish the last page of the book, but you couldn’t shake that snake-like emotion. “...there’s this small mountain range near the village we would stay at…a lot of the locals call it Sweethearts Ledge. There’s this tragic story behind it but the local teens just go up there to--you know.” You said, scratching at the hardcover of the book, not wanting to outright say it was a hook-up spot.

“But regardless of that it’s a local favorite to watch the sunset--see the entirety of the western side of the island. Said to be a breathtaking view.” Your nail dug so deep you nearly tore the thin fabric covering the book. “You should take Nami up there.” 

All that filled the air was quiet except for the sizzle of meat. So quiet you thought Sanji had left until the pan was moved from the heat and the sizzle slowly died out. 

“And why would I take Nami up there?” He said, amusement coating his voice. It had your embarrassment flooding your chest in seconds. 

Stupid, stupid! 

This is why you stayed in the shadows, why you didn’t speak to many people. Because you always had a tendency to embarrass and make a fool of yourself. 

“Uh--because it’s…you know. Beautiful up there. Could have a picnic.” You rambled out, trying to save yourself, yet only managing to dig yourself a rather massive hole. “You know…” 

Sanji let out a charming little chuckle that made you want to curl in on yourself. Oh gods…he was laughing at you. 

“Come try this.” He said, moving on from your embarrassing train of conversation drastically. It took all your willpower to peek around the corner and look down at Sanji, who had put a little bit of meat on a small plate, the sauce he had finished on top of it. It looked delicious. So delicious it made your stomach grumble. 

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, pulling yourself right back into the shadows. A lie. A complete lie that your stomach was hating you for. Sanji gave a little huff of air and you thought that was the end of it until you heard the screech of a chair being dragged across the floor. 

Peeking over the edge again you found him doing just that, dragging a chair over to your hiding spot, small plate in hand, and a determined look on his face. You watched in shock as he climbed up onto the chair and came face to face with you, flashing that charming smile of his your way. 

“Sweetheart,” He said, making your face burn like lava had been poured on it. “We both know that’s a lie. I need your opinion.” He said, placing the plate on the large rafter you sat on. You watched the plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world, not able to meet his gaze--look at his too-handsome face. 

“You already had Nami try it.” You mumbled, looking back to your book as you tried to re-read the same sentence you had been trying to re-read for a minute now. 

“Yes, but she doesn’t understand the dish’s complexities like you.” You’re eyes snapped onto his face, that grin never once leaving his handsome face. His eyes were watching you just as you had been watching that plate. 

And your face was going to melt off it was so hot. 

“Uh…but--” Sanji chuckled again, picking up the bit of meat and extending it to you. Extended it into your shadowy heaven. 

“Please, sweetheart. Just one bite?” You’re mouth ran dry. He had to stop calling you that. Had to stop seeing through your shadows. It was going to destroy you. 

Unable to find the words, you merely nodded, allowing Sanji to feed you his hard work. You ate it all, chewing it slowly. You took note of every bit of seasoning and spice and texture you could. And Sanji watched you the whole time, his eyes moving from your lips to your eyes and then back to your lips again. 

“I wouldn’t want to take Nami up to Sweethearts Ledge. I would want to take my sweetheart, sweetheart.” You nearly choked on the bit of food in your mouth, coughing to keep from doing so. You sat up so fast, you hit your head on the ceiling, causing yet another coughing fit to spill from your lips. “Oh--Y/N do you need water?” You shook your head, feeling utterly mortified. 

“No--no…” When you finally calmed your cough, you shyly looked back to Sanji, finding him watching your every move. His face was set in a near-serious tone. Near--near nervous? Was Sanji nervous? There was no way. Not Sanji, the man whose second language was flirting and hitting on women. “You’re teasing me.” 

“Teasing you?” He asked, looking a bit shocked you were even suggesting it.

“Yes. You’re teasing me because I’m--” You glued your teeth shut before you could say something that would further embarrass yourself--humiliate yourself. “It’s not nice, Sanji.” You said, you’re tone turning harsh. But you couldn’t take it--getting teased in such a way. Your heart couldn’t take it.

“Sweetheart--”

“Stop calling me that.” Something like hurt flashed in his eyes. A hurt you hated to see. But you had to protect yourself because you couldn’t handle getting yourself hurt. You were too--fragile. 

“Did I do something? If I did I am truly sorry.” You shook your head, a slight frustrated huff spilling from your lips. 

“No, you--” Another little huff. Sanji’s ocean eyes never once left you--kept piercing through the shadows. “You like Nami.” You said, your voice all but defeated. Sanji’s eyebrows fell the slightest bit, eyes softening. You hated it--hated his pity. 

“I’ll never be like her, that’s why you're teasing me. Everyone teases me because--because…I’m not like her. Because she’s--she’s perfect. She’s strong and confident and beautiful--” 

Sanji reached into your shadows once more and covered your mouth with his hand. A hand that was strong and sported small scars he had gained from his culinary journey. A hand your skin always zapped to life under whenever he touched you in the most simple ways. 

You stared at each other for a moment that seemed to stretch on like an eternity. Just watching the other. Sanji’s eyes held such--shock in them. Almost…hurt? 

“Don’t…” He was upset. You upset him. You’re heart felt heavy and hard and like it would snap in two at any moment. You hadn’t wanted to upset him. “Don’t say such things about yourself.” 

He was upset…upset for you? 

“Y/N…sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You are smart and sneaky and kind-hearted…” He gave an airy chuckle, “and you know the difference between ragù and ragoût.” You felt your eyes begin to prick as you shakily pulled Sanji’s hand from your mouth, keeping hold of it.

“Ragù is a sauce…Ragoût’s stew.” You said, your voice just as shaky as your hand. Sanji’s smile pulled up onto his lips as he nodded, another little airy chuckle leaving his lips. 

“You are my sous-chef, my friend, my sweetheart.” Tears did well in your eyes then. Tears you tried to hide from the man saying such sweet, sweet things to you, but he took hold of your chin in a gentle manner, keeping your eyes on him. “Y/N, you’re beautiful--hauntingly beautiful and I couldn’t image anyone else I would rather take up to that mountain and serenade with a delicious meal than you.” 

Your tears did fall then. Hot, burning tears you had been holding back ever since childhood. Tears you felt tear through your very soul. 

You wanted to believe he was lying. That he was being cruel, but his eyes--those ocean-blue eyes told you everything you needed to know. Told you Sanji believed every word he was saying. His thumb wiped away your tears, that smile of his never once leaving his face. 

“You’re beautiful--even when you cry. Even shroud in shadow.” A little, pathetic sob escaped your lips as you wrapped your arms around Sanji’s neck, nearly sending the chef falling off the chair he stood on. He stood strong, wrapping his own arms around you the best he could at this angle. As tight as he could. “I’m not teasing.” He whispered in your ear, as if to confirm it. 

“I-I know.” Another little sob you tried to hold back fluttered from your lips. “I-I’m sorry…no--no one has ever said that before--b-been so nice to me.” You felt Sanji shake his head against your cheek. 

“Well, they’re utter fools for not searching hard enough for such a gem.” You pulled away the slightest bit so you could look into his face. Hesitatingly, you went to brush away the bit of hair blocking his left eye, but you paused. 

Sanji noticed this and leaned into your touch, silently telling you it was okay to do so--to touch him. You did, brushing away that hair so you could look deeply into both his ocean-blue eyes.

“How--how did you see me? That first time, back on my home island? How did you see through the shadows?” Sanji’s thumb rubbed little circles on your back, sending your skin burning. 

“Because it was hard to not see you--because I’m no fool.” A smile pulled onto our own lips. A smile that pulled a small laugh from your rusty throat. A smile that Sanji copied in an instant. “Gods, you’re stunning.” You shook your head slightly, his words still too kind. 

Sanji brought his hand to take hold of your chin again, his thumb brushing over the curve of your bottom lip. “So, so pretty. So, so divine. So, so lovely. So, so beautiful.” 

You gave a little shaky huff of air, trying to hold back yet another sob that threatened to pull itself from your chest before you pressed your lips to Sanji’s. Lips that were so soft and plush and tasted vaguely like the sauce he had no doubt tried before coming over here. 

You hardly had much experience kissing anyone--only ever having kissed one other man before the chef and that had been a drunken, sloppy thing. So this--this was new. This was exciting. And gods if you weren’t nervous, but Sanji kissed you gently, slowly. Kissed you in a guiding manner that allowed you not to think too much about the action and let you just enjoy it. Really, really enjoy it.

When you two pulled away for air, you couldn’t help the giggle that spilled from your lips. A giggle you tried to muffle but placing a hand over your mouth. 

“Why are you trying to hide, huh?” Sanji said in an equally as jovial tone. “You know you can’t hide from me.” A laugh of his own pulled from his throat as he took your hand away from your lips and kissed you again. A quick thing. A kiss he did again and again until your ribs were aching from all the happy giggling you were doing. “Such an exquisite sound.” You rolled your eyes, though your smile stayed plastered on your face. 

“You can stop that now.”

“Oh no. Never. Darling, I will shower you with praise in my every waking moments. I’ll do it in my sleep, just you watch.” You ran your fingers over his grinning cheek, taking in as much of his features as you could possibly take in at once. 

You had just kissed that. Kissed this handsome, handsome man who you would have never dreamed of actually kissing in your wildest dreams. 

“...fine. I guess I can endure.” Sanji gave another little laugh before kissing your lips once more. A kiss you gave right back in seconds. 

“Now, how about you come down here and tell me how breakfast tasted?”

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