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I might end it omg
I’m looking for a specific suna x reader oneshot where basically after suna drives the reader back home he brings them inside and takes their makeup off for them and stuff and I can’t find it ARGH
I know at one point reader says something about how they remember when suna called them a pretty girl or something and it was the first time they felt like he meant it. JUST HELP ME I CANT FIND ITTT
(Also sorry for using the tags to get attention, I just need this oneshot so bad I can’t find it 💔)
CHUUYA ONE SHOTS !!!
Hiii guysss, been a while since i've posted any writing, this is just once again more one shots, because i like them :3 there just so fun to write and make up. Chuuya might be a bit mischaracterised in this, and idk, who cares >.<
GNReader x Chuuya (implied relationship/dating)
Genre: Not really sure with this one (i would guess romance?) but there is some nsfw and explicate writing and words at the end.
Synopsis: Dates with him <3
Theres not to much nsfw, but i would say anything under 16 dni and i HEAVILY advise you to not read, (or at least not read the nsfw part, it starts at the 10th dot point thing, so if you are gonna read it, PLEASE at least skip past that part :3)
ANYWAY !! ENJOY POOKIES
-If you and Chuuya where in a relationships, he would ADORE setting up very fancy dates, taking you to the most expensive, clean and polished places around Japan
-He would buy you clothes often to go out to the dates to :3
-During the actual date, he’d hold your hand softly, finding the best space to sit, with the biggest view, and no one around. He’d pay for EVERYTHING, make sure and check up constantly that you were happy and calm, and if you ever got overstimulated or just wanted to go, he would immediately get you out of the place and take you to a nice quiet park
-Due to his work in the PM most of the dates start at night which is fine, he thinks its more romantic anyway
-Chuuya buys the most elegant wine for the dates and always dresses up in suits and hats, chains and jewlery, basically he just looks like a decked out mafia member and then you all dressed up in the outfit he chose. (He gets a bit upset if you don’t wear the outfit he picked out, but he wouldn’t ever voice that to you, or force you to wear anything you don’t want to)
-For the times you end up in the park instead of at the restaurant, you go on long strolls, arms interlocked, either talking about your days, or anything on your minds, or enjoy the peacefulness of the night
-He’d find benches that over look the nice water, and he hold you, stroking your shoulders, back and thigh (He is addicted to touching your thighs, he just really likes them for some reason :3)
-Most date nights take long, filled with endless laughter and pure joy and distraction from the usual despair of Chuuya’s life but if Chuuya or you are quite tired or aren’t in the mood for much, they will be quicker, and if either of you really just cant go, you’ll stay home and cuddle up, watching shows, or reading together.
(-Only sometimes, if Chuuya gets home extremely stressed, he’ll feel guilty and annoyed at himself for not being able to plan something, so he’ll get slightly snappy and pissed at you to take the anger out. He then just feels even worse about this, and will cook as best he can and cuddle you all night.)
-When you guys get home from the dates, he’ll shower you in kisses, both of you being slightly tispy from the wine. He’ll touch you softly, hands sliding down to your hips and thighs as he pushes you onto the bed.
-He’ll want to really make sure your consenting to everything he wants to do, so even as he kisses your neck and shoulders, hands running all over your body and under your clothes, he’ll be asking if your ok, if you want this, and if you're FULLY ok with this.
-If you’d say no, obviously, he’d stop, backing off and just snuggling up with you under a big cozy blanket. Having you as a little spoon, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as the two of you happily doze off :3
-If you say yes, Chuuya, would absolutely just fuck you into oblivion. Of course, at first, he’d be gentle and soft, preparing you, kissing you, licking at your inner thighs and nuzzling into the soft skin, but as time goes on, your breathy moans and look of your body and blissed face, he’d pick up the pace. Skin slapping against skin, his cock sinking deep into and disappearing over and over as he nibbles, licks and grips at your skin.
-After finishing, the two of you would be sweaty and hot, but even so, Chuuya would clean you, snuggle you in a big blanket, and he would lazily drape himself over you and the two of you would fall asleep peacefully :3
-A delightful way to end the date nights :3
-Sometimes the two of you would be giggling messes and would just collapse on the bed, being all softly intimately and once again falling peacefully in each others arms.
Woah, this is a lot longer than the last one lmao. I guess i had more idea's. So yeah, as ya see, not to bad in terms of nsfw, but i really dont know how to do warnings and genres, so please help ig in the comments if yk how i could properly do that 😭
Byeeee <3333 i forgot how fun this sh!t was ^^
Wanna make some one shots about Oda because I can
(Still not sure if that's what they're called but imma just call it that, correct me in the comments if what im doing is NOT one shorts.)
GNReader x Oda one shots (Dating)
Genre: Sfw/fluff (ig)
Synopsis: Night times with him :3
This one is fine for all to read :D
-He'd just be so sweet, and kind and gentle and just absolutely LOVE you
-At first in the relationship he was slightly awkward, trying to understand what you enjoyed, what you liked and where your boundaries where (he struggled a bit, so you would have to tell him directly sometimes)
-He LOVES cuddling you, never being a little spoon. He just always scoops you up and holds you close at night.
-He kisses your face and neck softly, hands caressing up and down your sides as he lulls you into a peaceful sleep. His body is always warm, like a teddy bear, who doubles as a heater.
-If you struggle sleeping at nights, he'll do EVERYTHING possible to get you to sleep, like reading to you, forcing you to lay your head on his lap, big hands carding and stroking your hair, hoping to pull you into a nice sleep. He'll make you tea, food, and if you really can't get to sleep, Oda will stay awake with you and just talk about absolutely anything that comes to mind, and if you don't wish to speak, he'll simply lay with you and relax in your presence.
-You usually fall asleep after Oda as he NEEDS to ensure your asleep first, for him to feel like your safe. He physically CANNOT sleep if you're not sleeping in his arms. Oda will just watch you, observing your facial features and appreciating your utter beauty.
-The nights where you'd stay awake and talk with each other, he'd speak softly, and tell you stories from the mafia, sometimes he'd go quiet though, when he'd recall things from when he was younger, and he'd get reminded how he acted before and he'd just get a bit sad :(
-He assures you he's fine, but clearly he's not, so you end up telling him happy stories about yourself, or kissing him better :3 He doesnt like to admit it, but he loves just holding your hands and staring into your eyes, so when he feels bad about his past that's another way you help him :D
ANYWAY, HOPE THIS WASNT TO OOC AND UNCANON, and hope you like it. Istg this is the first time writing something like this :D Bye <33
Ok so my fics are basically dead and I’m trying to re get into twst so I can continue that but I don’t really have a lot of motivation for big things like a story. I normally fixate for like a week then it does down but I do still want to write so I’ve decided.
I’ll do oneshots, imagines, head cannons, things like that!!
It’ll keep me active and it’s small enough so I don’t lose motivation easily. I will still try to write my swan lake fic but it’ll be a while.
I just wanted to come on here and see what others think of this before I fully commit to it.
Sorry if I’m disappointing anyone but I’m really trying to get motivated so it’s hard but small pieces of writing will still allow me to be creative so this is my solution.
Agin sorry if people are disappointed but ye🤷♀️
Denki Kaminari x Reader
Summary: Kaminari decides to kabedon you for whatever reason
Quirk: can pull stuff to yourself (like Midoriya’s mom but you can do it with any sized object). You have to be completely focused on the object/s but can do it mindlessly after training. If you do it too much or get something too heavy, your arms get sore.
Genre/Warnings: just some fluff
WC: 750
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You sat in class, bored out of your mind. Cementos was droning on about formulas and terminology and yadda yadda yadda snore. You sighed, resting your head in your hand. You heard paper shuffling and glanced back seeing Sero and Kaminari passing notes. You sighed again boredom making your eyelids droop. Lunch could not come any sooner. You stared at the clock, counting down the minutes before dismissal.
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3
2
1...
Ringgggg
The bell finally rang, forcing Cementos to dismiss the class. You stood up, stretched, and called to Jiro to walk to lunch. She was unusually smiley on the way there. “Do you know what Kaminari and Sero were passing notes about?” she asked, knowing full well they were talking about you.
“Nope, don’t know, don’t care. Denki was probably just aksing for flirting advice cuz that man cannot score a girl to save his life.”
“Don’t act like you’re not happy about that”
“Why would I be?”
“’Cause you like him” she smirked
“No I dont!” I said, my face getting warm and my heart skipping a beat.
“Mhm... sure...” she rolled her eyes as I continued to drage her to the cafeteria.
Throughout the lunch hour she just kept teasing you about your crush, making you more awake and bringing back the energy math sucked out of you. Unbeknownst to you, he was watching you from afar. He sighed dreamily, leaning against Sero, his eyes basically heart shaped.
“Y’know, you could just ask her out” Kirishima commented
“She’s just so out of my league, y’know? She’s so badass and powerful. She even beat Bakugou that one time in training” he replied, remembering the time Bakugou was underestimating you, allowing his distraction to let you pull him to yourself and letting go, throwing him over your shoulder and off the boundary.
“Shut up” Bakugou grumbled and stuffed his face with rice
“She is really nice too though! The worst that can happen is she says no. And knowing her, she’ll make it blunt and won’t embarrass you” Ashido chirped
“Ooooor you could intimidate her and show that you can be badass too” Sero suggested.
Bakugou and Ashido rolled their eyes, knowing that that’s not how to get a girl. But that went unnoticed as it seems as though a light bulb turned on in Kaminari’s head. “Yeah!” he beamed, “but how?”
“Spar with her” Kirishima suggested
“No, she’ll definitely beat me” Kaminari replied as Kirishima nodded in agreement.
“oh I know! Kabedon her!” Sero said with a smile. Ashido grinned at the thought and Bakugou was visibly interested to see how his energetic friend would fail. The group cheered and started to form the plan.
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Lunch was coming to an end and you and Jiro stood from your seats, walking back to the classroom. You both were stopped though as Ashido tugged on Jiro’s arm. “Hey I need to talk to Jiro real quick. Go on without her” she said whispering things to Jiro.
You shrugged and walked back to the classroom on your own and slid the door open. When you walked in you noticed many phone cameras pointed at you. You looked around confused until Kaminari walked up to you. People started snickering and greeted him nervously. “Hi Denki” you said, seeing a bold smirk on his face, making him look even more attractive. He kept walking toward you making you take a few steps back until you backed into a wall. He suddenly slammed his hand to the wall beside your head. Your eyes widened as you got the gist of what was happening.
“Kaminari” you started, “is this kabedon?” You smirked
He shrugged, a playful smirk still gracing his features. You took note of all the cameras videoing you two. A surge of boldness came over you as you pulled his chin to your hand using your quirk and pressed a quick soft kiss to his lips.
His reaction was priceless. His eyes went wide, almost comically as he turned red, unable to move. A sly smirk rested on your lips as the whole class erupted in yelling and laughter. Many “OOOOOH”s and “AAAHAHAHAHA”s filled the room as you yourself laughed. You slid your palm from his chin to his hair, patting it as you let him mentally prepare for his friends’ teasing.
“We can go somewhere after class if you want” you asked in a normal voice as he just nodded, still blushing furiously as you walked back to your seat.
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One Piece Art!!
Donquixote Brothers:
Me + Donquixote Brothers self-insert
Shadowart Law - Doflamingo - Rosinante
Doflamingo:
Doflamingo anime screenshot traced
Dofuwani being Luffy's parents
Evil (mustache) Doflaferdinando
Doflamingo no reference
I dream of Doflamingo (I dream of Jeannie crossover)
Doflamingo Dream Scribble
Gamer Doflamingo (AU)
Doflamingo + OC:
Doflamingo and Sofia - First Encounter (OC x Canon)
Doflamingo reading to his daughter Dulcinea (OC x Canon)
Doflamingo brushing Sofia's hair (OC x Canon)
LoveyBug wears a bikini
Rosinante:
Corazon shaded half-headshot
Corazon and Law Doshinji "A small present"
Corazon on a notebook
Heart Pirates:
Law:
Corazon and Law Doshinji "A small present"
Law + OC:
Banshee and Law's first meeting (OC x Canon)
Banshee and Law - 2 trauma babies (OC x Canon)
Onigiri:
Onigiri hedgehog adventures
Shachi and Penguin:
Shachi and Penguin military uniform lineart
Happy birthday Shachi
Team Penguin or Team Shachi?
Penguin head made out of paper trash
Bepo:
Bepo Birthday Doshinji
OctoLaw
Octolaw clinging onto Corazon
Octolaw
Strawhat Pirates:
Sanji and Nami going for a swim!
Sanji on a notebook
Kid Pirates:
Killer Birthday art
Eustass Kid as king of the pirates
Killer grieving over Kid
Whitebeard Pirates:
Ace sleeping sketch
Unlisted:
Pencil half-head sketches (best art I've ever made) (Ace, Corazon, Kid, Zoro)
One Piece Notebook Designs (Doflamingo, Kid, ...)
Big Appreciation post with art
One Piece Art Collage
One Piece Daily Drawings Post
One Piece Unlimited World Red Cutscene Collection
-> Part 2 of it
One Piece Animations!!
Sad Ace Animation (my longest yet!)
Ace eating the Mera Mera No Mi
Onigiri Shimeji (available for download)
One Piece Fanfiction:
Reader characters are practically always female in my fics! ^-^
AO3 is always the first to be updated, the other platforms may lag behind by months.
Law fanfictions:
Cook-ya's Self-Indulgence on AO3 (NSFW, LawXReader)
Warm my Soul (Reader x Law, Shachi, Penguin) on AO3 (one designated smut chapter)Warm my Soul on Wattpad
The Onigiri Bribe on AO3 (Law, Rosinante, Doflamingo in a modern AU)
Lane Rat (Law x Arcane) on tumblrLane Rat on AO3
Kidd fanfictions:
Drunk on Love on Wattpad (NSFW, KiddxReader)
Kid Pirates Month Writing Prompts on tumblr
Kid Pirates Month on AO3
Doflamingo fanfictions:
Doflamingo's Little Dove on AO3 (NSFW)
Doflamingo's Little Dove on Wattpad (NSFW)
Doflamingo's Little Kitten on AO3 (Animal abuse!)
Breeder Village on AO3 (NSFW, highly problematic, DoflamingoxReader)
Breeder Village on Tumblr
Rosinante fanfictions:
Bite your tongue on AO3 (NSFW, RosinantexReader)
Sanji fanfictions:
Love at first bite (Sanji x OC Beatrice) on tumblrLove at first bite on AO3
Heart Pirates:
Mama Bird (Penguin x OCs) on tumblr Mama Bird on AO3Mama Bird on Wattpad
Bepo's Birthday Shenanigans on AO3
Bepo's Birthday Shenanigans on Wattpad
Ace fanfictions:
Knocking on Heaven's Door on Wattpad (AceXReader)
Knocking on Heaven's Door on AO3
Zoro fanfictions:
Chef's Envy, Swordsman's Delight on Wattpad (NSFW, ZoroXReader)Chef's Envy, Swordsman's Delight on AO3
Couple's Therapy on AO3 (ZoroxSanji)
General One Piece fanworks (multi-character):
One Piece Headcannons on Wattpad
One Piece Headcannons on AO3
One Piece Art & Animations on AO3
Many cramps, many lovers on A03 (explicit, Doflamingo, Sanji, Law, Crocodile)
One Piece Playlists:
Losing your sanity with the Donquixote Brothers
Part 1 and 2 of a masspost of my One Piece Playlists on Spotify
Killer Playlist + explanations
Eustass Kid Playlist + explanations
Random One Piece Ramblings!
One Piece Headcannons + draw a character you like
One Piece figurines alternate clothing
One Piece figurines Kid x Luffy pictures
One Piece figurines Kid x Killer pictures
Voice Acting
One Piece Fanfictions turned into audiobooks
Original work!!!
Art: Original Characters Flep and Lollibob :)
Writing: Personal collection of writing tips on AO3
Edelweiss Oneshot (Original fantasy series)
Hawk X Reader SMUT
Warnings: Smut, just absolute SMUT!
A Burning Passion 4
"I'm tired of you being so defensive over everything" You huff. Hawks face turns stone cold as he scoffs.
"Well if that's how you feel then this-" he points to you and him "is over" he spits as he harshly hands you his hoodie.
That was definitely not what you wanted, your heart tells you to go after him but your feet keep you planted where you are.
Turns out he was the one who got you after all.
-
Hawk hadn't spoken to you since then. He wouldn't even glance at you in the halls, and even if he did he would throw snarky comments your way. You showed defeat, not daring to utter another word to him. In fear you'd only push him away more.
Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was him, as you ran the tips of your fingers against your lips gazing at the mirror in the schools bathroom, you felt his lips on yours. Your fingers moved to your arm to which you could only feel how he was touching you that night.
Your eyes started to water as your heart ached, why hadn't you gone after him that night? He was so sweet and caring until you let your mind get the best of you.
You still had his hoodie from the last encounter. It smelt like him, and over time as it faded you grew more needing of him. Not just the sex and the thrill of being caught, but him.
You were snapped back into reality when the bathroom door snapped open, your hands automatically come to wipe away the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.
As the stall door slammed shut you looked back into the mirror and let out a deep sigh, touching up your concealer to cover the puffiness under your eyes.
The bell rang throughout the school house, signaling for lunch. Your heart started to race because of what you were about to do. You couldn't hold back anymore, all the cold shoulders and hateful glares Hawk sent your way ate you up.
You rushed out of the bathroom and into the lunch room, automatically spotting Hawk and his friends as they were the loudest group.
Hawk has his leg propped up onto the chair beside him, head to the side laughing because of something his friends had said. You were so close to backing out, but your legs had other plans as you neared his table.
Their laughter dies as Mitch slaps Hawk on the shoulder signaling your way, you now stood just a few feet away from him as he turned to look at who Mitch was pointing to. His smile automatically fades as he stands up quickly, his nostrils flare up and his jaw clenches.
"What do you want, princess?" He sneers with such venom as he closes the gap in between you two, he glares down at you while you look up at him with nervous eyes.
"I wanna talk about us" Your voice comes out weak and shaky.
"Us? There is no us Y/n" Hawks expression hardens at the word.
"You...you don't mean that..." You protest, your heart shatters as your legs grow weak.
"Oh I mean it, you of all people know I keep my word princess" he laughs angrily.
Your expression hardens, matching his anger. You needed him so bad that your emotions got the best of you, your anger started taking over, you couldn't take his constant switching up moments. Yes you had messed up, but so had he and right now he was acting entitled, he isn't the only one who gets to be angry.
You start to laugh, matching his anger as tears start to fall down your face. Though Hawk found you extremely hot in this moment, he couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Okay have it your way, but if you think we hated each other before then your in for a rude awakening...-" You lift your head up as you stand on your tippy toes, faces side by side and before you could even stop yourself. You whisper "-lip" into his ear.
You back away from his face, his eyes softened as he looked around subconsciously, his hand come up to cover his mouth before he could stop it. You felt bad, but that didn't stop a smirk from falling onto your lips.
It wasn't until you walked away and was out of his view when you pressed your hands against your head, squeezing your eyes shut "what the fuck did I just do..."
-
After that day you stood true to your word, you would flip him off in the hallways, laugh at him when he would trip up, constantly calling him lip or loser- even though you knew it hurt him and your heart twisted in pain every time you put him down you couldn't stop.
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The coach blows the whistle, telling us to get back in place. You take your place in front of the soccer ball and on the sound of the whistle you start kicking the ball to the goal until someone's foot comes under yours, stealing the ball and causing you to trip.
"Thanks princess" Hawk mocks you with his laugh.
You glare at him as he laughs over his shoulder, but nonetheless you run up until your beside him, shoulder to shoulder you push him as hard as you can watching as he falls on his side.
You hear the sound of the whistle go off "let's take it easy on the physical contact!" The coach yells as it was your turn to mock Hawk.
You bend down to Hawks level "good job loser" you laugh as you start back running with the ball.
He's pissed. He stands up while the guy in front of him runs like a sloth, he's so pissed off he pushes the innocent guy harshly and watches as he hits the ground.
Another whistle goes off "hey!" The coach warns as you kick the ball into the goal, winning for your team.
You go for a water break as the coach yells for another round, you expect Hawk to come up to you but instead he yanks the red team shirt off and makes his way back into the school, to which you assume would be the locker rooms.
You couldn't help yourself so you went after him, just before the door to the boys locker room closes you wrap your fingers around the handle. Careful not to make too much noise you walk in, closing the door and locking it.
Hawk went to one of the sinks, placing both of his hands on either side. He looks in the mirror, sweat dripping from his face, his jaw clinched, nostrils flared and his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the sink.
"Didn't know i got to you that much lip" You smirked, keeping up your act.
You watch as his eyes move from his face to yours through the mirror, he slams one of his hands against the sink and rushes over to you. His body flush against yours as he harshly pushes you up against the hard wood door. His right hand slams on the door just above your head.
Your skins on fire just from the small contact, the heat from his body dragging onto yours as your sweaty bodies collided. Your breathing picks up, eyes immediately drifting to his lips but quickly back to his eyes before he noticed.
"Who do you think you are princess?" Hawks gaze turns harsh as the veins and mussels show against his arms.
You don't give him a response at first, until you've finally had enough. You harshly push his body off of yours, "no. Don't you dare Hawk! I know it was wrong of me to act like a bitch that night, but you don't get to treat me the way you did and not expect me to do the same! I fucking hate you for that!" You yell.
"Yeah? You hate me?" Hawk says almost seductively. He walks back up to you, hand on your waist "show me how much you hate me princess..." He starts breathing unevenly as you look up at him.
You practically throw yourself on him, exactly like you did that night. But this time, you know you won't regret it. You grab Hawks face, eyes staring into each others while he tightens his grip on your thighs. Your legs wrap around his waist in a death grip, you could already feel how hard he was for you.
You smashed your lips onto his, moaning as he uses one of his hands to hold the back of your head as he kisses you like he's in love with you.
Hawk try's to carry you to the bench but instead he ends up slamming your back into the lockers, creating a loud noise as you whimper and arch your back into his.
Your eyes widen and you pull away from him, "wait we're at school Hawk" you say as you try to get down from his hold.
"Oh no. You wanted this, you're gonna take it" He groans, he pushes his crotch into yours to keep you steady as he grabs the top of your gym shirt, ripping it in half exposing your bra covered tits.
"What the fuck Hawk?!" You push his shoulder.
"Shut up princess" He rolls his eyes as he places his lips on yours while his hands wander to your chest, feeling you up.
He pulls away from the kiss only to actually carry you over to one of the very thin wood benches and places you on it so everything but your ass is against it.
Hawk yanks his shirt off before he spreads your legs farther so he can bend down to your face. He lightly kisses your lips, trailing the small butterfly kisses all the way down while holding eye contact as you moan.
He yanks your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your bare pussy to him all over again. He wastes no time before pulling his own down, his hard cock dripping with pre-cum.
He makes you watch as he strokes his cock with his hand, his head falls back as his mouth falls open "y/n" he moans out.
"Fuck. Please Hawk...." You beg of him.
He looks at you, still stroking his cock but at a faster pace "be patient princess" he whimpers as his cock starts leaking with more beads of pre-cum.
You practically whine until he lightly slaps his cock on your clit, the slightest touch making you a whore for him.
Your dripping pussy begging to be fucked by him, you roll your eyes at the teasing "c'mon stop being a loser and just fuck me already" you say, resorting to the worse possible comment. It worked.
Hawks eyes turn a darker shade as his jaw clenches, forcefully he stuffs his cock into your soaked pussy. It takes you by surprise as you let a small squeal fall out by accident.
His cock hits all the right places as he stretches you out, "can a loser fuck you like this?" He asks condescendingly as he uses both of his hands to yank your bra down, your perky tits bouncing with each harsh thrust.
You don't say anything, it feels so good it leaves you speechless. Your hands go behind your head voluntarily to steady yourself, grabbing onto the sides of the bench. Your hair goes everywhere as your bodies slip together easily because of how sweaty you both were before.
There was something so thrilling about the possibility of getting caught which only made you more wet, gushing around Hawks cock as your pussy makes lewd sounds.
You found yourself gazing up at him, he looked so pretty even in such a state. As his cock continues to fill you up in every way possible, you found yourself questioning why you even 'hated' him to begin with.
Maybe it was because he was an arrogant asshole sometimes, or because he would bully innocent people, or maybe just maybe it was because you were in love with him.
Your eyes meet Hawks again and in that moment you wanted to reveal all your deepest secrets to him. You wanted to tell him how much you were in love with him. You could barely suppress your moans until loud banging erupted from the other side of the locked door.
Hawk's hips stilled, cock fully stuffed inside of you. You're eyes widened as you covered your mouth and Hawk snapped his gaze over to the door. You both watch as the door knob starts to jiggle.
He pulls you up keeping his cock inside of you as he rushes to one of the showers, turning the hot water on and closing the thin curtain behind you both, once again slamming you up against the wall.
You're both completely soaked, you expect him to pull out of you as keys start to jiggle from behind the door but instead he looks you straight in the eyes "think you can be quite for me princess?" Hawk whispers, tightly wrapping his hand against your mouth as he smirks, not allowing you to answer him.
The next thing you know he's using his other hand that's holding you up to help move your hips with his, fucking you perfectly as your hips start moving with his hand movements.
Your eyes roll back into your head as the coach lets in the rest of the boys. You pray your underwear are somewhere out of sight as you're being fucked in the shower.
"Hawk is that you?" A voice calls out and you can barley comprehend what's going on, all you feel is pleasure from his cock.
"Yeah!" he yells over the shower, his breathing staggering as his head leans against yours.
You look so beautiful like this, his hand wrapped around your pretty mouth as you're taking his cock. He feels his high near, letting out more noises than intended.
The hot water from the shower has hawks hair completely down, crowned around his face. You've never seen him like this, your pussy clenches at the sight, your nails dig down his back, surely leaving marks.
He brings his mouth to your ear, hand tightening on your mouth "cum for me princess" he whimpers. That's it for you as your eyes roll in the back of your head, your cum leaking around his dick, tightening up around him.
Hawk clenches his jaw as he tries to stay quiet, fucking you with no mercy while he tries to make less noise as possible. Your hands move to his hair, pulling it as you feel his hot cum fill you up to the brim.
His movements still as he removes his hand from your mouth, letting it go to your other thigh to hold you upright. Hawk makes eye contact with you, he can't help himself from pressing his lips up against yours.
He's so gentle with you, he's slightly shaking from his orgasm as are you. He pulls away from your lips, listening as he hears the last person leave the locker room. You whimper as he falls out of you, gently placing you back on your feet.
He turns off the shower while you flip your bra back to its place, though it sticks to you like glue. Hawk pulls the thin curtain back in search for a towel. He grabs the nearest one and places it around you, grabbing one for himself.
You felt exhausted.
But the question is; What happens now?
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Hawk X Reader
Warnings: Prepare for the emotions!
Surprise- I Guess
You were super excited to say the least, Hawk's- or well Eli's birthday was coming up in a couple days. You had planned a whole surprise for him, Hawk had mentioned how he wanted to get a new motorcycle.
So you asked your dad Daniel LaRusso for some extra money for some extra chores here and there, and what do you know he agreed as long as you got back into karate with him.
You took him on that offer, recently Daniel had changed the pool room into a at home karate dojo. You never really quit, you practiced here and there unlike your sister Sam who hadn't practice in eight years.
Both Miguel and Demetri had offered to help you pick out the motorcycle. You were instantly surprised that Demetri would offer considering the history between the two wasn't good after Eli became Hawk.
But of course you took them both up on the offer considering they knew personally what style motorcycle Hawk would like. The bell ring indicating that lunch period was here.
You, Demetri, and Miguel all decided to hang back a while in the hallway so you could discuss a few matters with the surprise and how you were to give it to Hawk.
"Okay so how about you call him up, and tell him it's an emergency and carry him to your backyard and boom-" Miguel makes a hand explosion "-surprise!" He says proud of his idea.
"That's a great idea Miguel!" You exclaim excitedly.
"Or... you could just give it to him.." Demetri states as if he's the smartest person on the earth.
You tilt your head to the side furrowing your eyebrows "and where would the fun be in that?" You smirk.
Miguel nods his head, eyes wide "yeah I'm gonna have to agree with Y/n on this one" He states.
"Oh bummer-" Demetri reply's, unfazed.
"Demetri did you actually want to help us?" You ask now concerned.
"Well not really, but Eli was my friend once upon of time you know..." He states obviously.
"We know..." Miguel says, remembering once who Hawk was.
Hawk was in the mix of laughing along with one of his new 'friends' playing with his soccer ball when all of a sudden his attention is brought to you, Demetri, and Miguel.
It was safe to say Eli was not happy, he didn't like the thought of his girl with two other boys without him, whispering.
He felt vulnerable, he felt.... anger. Even though Demetri and Miguel were technically still his friend, his past best friend and his former best friend did not sit well with him.
Walking with a more furious pep in his step he reaches both you, Demetri, and Miguel. You and Miguel immediately stop whispering, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
You turn around with a smile on your face as your heart races, almost being caught. You did not want the surprise to get ruined so soon anyways.
"Hey Eli" You say walking up closer to him, Hawk only allowed you to call him Eli, home or not he didn't mind hearing his name come from your sweet mouth, when being moaned, screamed, or just in general.
Eli cocks his head to the side flaring his nostrils, he keeps it cool for the most part as his friend behind him scrambled away noticing the boiling tension that he did not want to be around.
"Hey Y/n what's going on here?" He asks, obviously suspicious.
You couldn't risk Hawk knowing the surprise yet so you come up with the most cliché answer given "Demetri is just helping me and Miguel with our science project" You quickly say, probably to quickly causing you to cringe at the horrible convincing sentence.
Hawk smacks his lips together "yeah right" he scoffs before walking away, you wait until he's fully out of sight to turn back to Miguel and Demetri.
"Really? Science project?" Demetri scoffs using hand gestures.
"Did you have an excuse?" You asked sassily.
Demetri goes silent, rolling his eyes knowing he was stuck "he's going to be pissed" Miguel states referring to Eli.
"Yeah but it will all be worth it in the mean time yeah?" You ask hopefully.
"We'll see, or he could completely go out on a rage-r and never talk to you again!" Demetri says faking excitement.
Miguel hits him gently with the back of his hand "ow!" Demetri says holding the spot he hit.
Miguel looks at him in disbelief "I didn't even apply pressure!" He laughs.
Demetri rolls his eyes "I have fragile bones, okay?" He says putting his hand up.
"Alright, alright calm down Demetri" You joke.
"So when are you planning on giving it to Hawk?" Miguel asks curiously.
"The day before his birthday, that's my plan anyways" You say stuffing your hands in your pockets.
The rest of the day ended in glares from Hawk to Miguel and Demetri, and even you. You knew he didn't believe a word you said which was not apart of the plan but you didn't know what else to do to make him not ask questions.
The next in counter you had with Hawk had a lot of tension, little did you both know it would be the last time you talked to each other for at least a few weeks.
You pulled into the driveway of the grocery store beside Johnny's dojo, you instantly notice Hawks red Mohawk he was with a couple of his new karate friends.
Well the situation would’ve probably went different if you were alone and not with Miguel or Demetri. But you happened to be with them both today, you wanted to grab a few snacks to munch on because who doesn’t like snacks and both Miguel and Demetri wanted to come so you couldn’t say no.
You had finished everything for Hawks surprise so you decided to treat both you, Demetri, and Miguel to snacks basically as a thank you for there help. You had the keys for Hawks motorcycle and all you needed was to wait for the day before his birthday.
You all walked into the store, the old squeaking bell catches the attention of Hawk, he looks your way and sees you with Miguel and Demetri and all he can see is red as his face contorts into anger.
Hawk forces something that was in his chest to one of his friends causing them to stumble over the isles. He walks over to you with his head held high, you huff knowing he was going to start something out of nothing.
"Nice to see you here... together" He grits his teeth together as he spits out the last word with hatred almost.
You had enough of Eli’s crap so you grabbed his hand roughly as you pulled him outside. You had a feeling you knew what was wrong but you wanted to make sure.
"What is your problem?" You ask gently, not wanting to spark something.
"What is my problem! What is yours? Why are you hanging out with Demetri?!" He practically yells out.
"What so I can’t hang out with who I want?" You question, now becoming heated.
"I didn’t say that! But why Demetri!" Hawk pushes, his jealousy getting the best of him.
"I- he- he knew you best!" You try without giving to much information about the gift.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hawk asks now confused.
"I can’t tell you... not yet anyways" you reply, not knowing what to say. You had everything else planned out not a fight.
Hawks jaw clenches and you would almost say that was a nice sight if it wasn’t him getting mad at you like that. "So now we’re keeping secrets?" He says walking closer to you, every step causes you to back up.
You soon hit the back of a wall as Hawk towers over you putting his hand on the wall behind you. "I-I-" you stutter out.
"So now you don’t know?" He pushes.
"What do you want me to say?" You question, tired.
"I don’t know that you’re not slumming it with Demetri or Miguel, h*ll or even both I wouldn’t even be surprised" Hawk spits out dryly.
Your face contorts "oh wow how low of you Eli" You spit now fully angered.
"Don’t use my name like that" He says gritting his teeth, pushing his body closer to yours.
"You wanna know what we were doing so bad huh?!" You yell grabbing the keys to the motorcycle from your pocket.
Hawks face fully contorts from anger to confusion as you press the keys into his chest with pressure and push him away as you get into your car driving away.
That leaves a very guilty Eli as he pulls the keys into vision, the label of the motorcycle on the set of keys. Hawks heart breaks as he now knew there was nothing going on between you and the other boys.
Tears spill out in his eyes as he places both of his hands on the brick wall breathing heavily as he starts beating on the brick wall with his bare fists causing blood to spill out.
Two weeks.... you hadn’t talked to Eli, it wasn’t your intention but it happened. Now it was Monday, school was still into motion. You dreaded it like any other day, getting out of your car and walking through the doors.
You subconsciously look for Eli like every other time you have, your heart drops when you’re brought back to reality.
Your head drops as you get ready to walk to first period until you run into someone. You knew that scent and you almost didn’t want to look up, but you did.
Oh boy the sight you’ve witnessed was enough to break your heart even more, Eli didn’t look like himself. He had dark bags under his eyes, he looked tired and worn out. He had red cheeks, and busted knuckles that were swollen, he looked in pain.
"Eli..." You whisper out, you didn’t know how to feel but you knew that you didn’t like that feeling.
"Y/n... can I uh talk to you?" He almost whispers.
You nod your head letting him lead you to an unoccupied class room "I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t know I was just jealous and insecure I didn’t know- I didn’t know how to react..." He busts.
"Eli.... I’m sorry to I should’ve tried to understand-" but you were soon cut off by Eli walking closer to you putting both his hands on your cheeks.
"No Y/n that was all on me I said some pretty messed up things that I didn’t mean you have no reason to apologize" Hawk says resting his head on yours.
"I love you Eli" You cave.
"I love you more Y/n and I’m so so sorry" He says as tears prickle his eyes.
"I forgive you" You say smiling as you press your lips to his crashing your lips together.
It felt like the first time you kissed, sparks went off as your lips continued to move together in sync. That all stoped to soon when you both pulled away.
"I love you for infinity..."
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Masterlist
Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz
A Chance
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Final Strike
Robby Keene
Another Side To You
Misunderstood?
Johnny Lawrence
One In A Billion
Sleeked Windows
Outside was a downpour; the sky raging at the land in an hour long battle, punctuated by short respite, then continuation. The sky, shrouded by dark, ominous clouds lashing whipping winds and hail-like rain, causing everyone to stay at home.
You and Anakin were no exception. In a way, you were glad that the storm was scheduled for today. Ani had been away so frequently it seemed like you both lived in two different places, you at the palace of your home and him at the Temple. However, the storm offered a breather, a chance for reconnection.
Anakin sat on the sofa, his Jedi clothes shed and in a washing cycle currently as he called to you, as you worked on some hot cocoa in the kitchen. "Angel, how many blankets did you want to use?" You took a moment to think. "Those two weighted ones, of course!" He nodded to himself and moved to go grab them, passing by you as you added extra jumbo marshmallows into the mug, to the point where the liquid was invisible. "You and your marshmallows.." He chuckled, wrapping his mechanical hand around your waist, letting it rest on your soft tummy as he leaned in to kiss your neck a few times.
"I've missed you.." You confess to him finally, your hand slipping off of the mug as you rest it on the counter. He lets out a hum, pulling off of your neck. "I've missed you too, princess.. I know I've been away, busy. But we have all the time in the world to spend." He whispers into the shell of your ear, before resuming his sweet assault on your neck, eventually picking you up, bridal style, as if you weight nothing, and carrying you to the couch, throwing you onto it, and watching your face contort in surprise, slight fear and then happiness.
He took his spot beside you, wrapping you in one of the weighted blankets, pressing the remote to the hologram-drama. The hot chocolate completely forgotten as he embraced you tightly, as if he never wanted you to leave.
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Author's Note: I have no idea how long it's been! But here you go hehe.
Sorry folks, I just can't get Arcane out of my head.
"Quiet moments" - Arcane Scenarios
Arcane characters x f!reader - Fluff
Summary: Scenarios where the different characters of Arcane show affection during quiet moments.
Pairing: f!reader x Viktor, Jayce, Ekko, Sevika, Silco, Caitlyn, Vi.
Warnings: mention of killing, violence, brutal everyday stuff in Zaun.
VIKTOR
Relax isn't something Viktor is accostumed to and most of the time he passes his time in the laboratory, mentally crafting new hextech tools. Moments of peace and quiet are rare.
Being his assistant, you two stay together most of the time, but it is not so easy to find a moment to kiss or relax, when your boyfriend is constantly thinking and babbling about new projects.
One day, growing tired by the end of the evening, you sit on a chair in the laboratory, relaxing your tired legs and exhausted mind. Seeing you in such a state, Viktor stops speaking to himself and grabs his stick to approach you.
"Tired, my love?" "Exhausted, really" you respond with a low tone. "Progress dosn't wait for anyone" says the man as he gently strocks your hair with one hand.
"Need a pause, love?" Viktor asks with a smile on his face - "You can go to bed if you want, I'll probably be up all night again with this project".
Feeling a bit trascurated, you get up and heads out of the room to your shared bedroom, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips and a not-so-invisible upset expression on your face.
You impose to yourself to bathe and, after a quick shower, you head to bed, alone again, covering yourself with the covers, still smelling like his parfume.
After just a couple of moments, the door opens with a creak and Viktor enters the room, heading to the bed and sitting near your lying figure. After a kiss on your head, he takes off his clothes and, putting on his pygiama (yes, the man actually has a lot of them), gets in the bed with you.
With a sarcastic tone you say "Didn't you need to work all night again, Viktor?" - to which he replies "Mhhh, I prefer your company and warm over the project for tonight. Plus, I need to take care of a more important thing right now". The man spoons you from behind and hugs you with his arms, leaving a trail of kisses all over your head, before going to sleep.
JAYCE
The man is like a working machine but knows when to stop, differntly from his lab partner, Viktor. Jayce is always happy to have relaxing moments with you and, being a senator, taking advantage of the pros of his position is not something he refuses.
That particolar day, however, you saw your boyfriend like you hadn't seen him in a long time. After passing most of the day running for commisions, when you returned home, it was empty. No sight of Jayce, no left trace of his passage. With a tired sigh, you left your groceries on the counter and headed back out to the palace, to try and find your "lost" man.
After some time of futile searching, you find yourself in the big library, hoping Jayce would be there for a late study session. Instead, you find Mel, reading a book with so much focus that she doesn't hear your approaching steps.
"Sorry, Mel, have you seen Jayce? I've been searching for him for some time now and I don't know where to look for anymore" "Oh, hi y/n! - she replies - I think your man has gone crazy with work over the last hextech project. If I were you, I would search in the furnace, maybe he is releasing a bit of tension".
The furnace! How could you have forgotten about that place. Giving a thank you to Mel and leaving the library, you go directly to the place. The room was like a lair for Jayce, where he could let all of his frustation go and create new machines at the same time. When you arrive at the entrance of the furnace, you were welcomed by a wave of heat and strong fire light from the oven. Jayce was standing in front of it, withour his shirt and with his mind focused on the hammer in his hands, while working on what seemed to be e shield.
"Hi love, tired already?" you say with a timid voice - "Oh, Janna, sorry sweety, I think I completely lost sense of time, damn". Letting the hammer down, the man goes straight to you and hugs you, embracing all of you into his strong arms. The scent of his body is supressed by the smell of wood and metal, but it is still enough for you to take a hint of it, making you relax against his chest.
"I have missed you, silly" you say "when are you gonna come home?" "This exact moment, sweety, I have neglected you enough for today, I am so sorry" says Jayce with a guilt tone - "I want to cuddle with you for the entire night. Now, let's go home".
Jayce leaves on your lips a tired but loving kiss, before setting his arm around your waist and heading out of the furnace.
EKKO
Ekko is normally busy with the administration of the Firelights and their missions, but he always finds a moment during the day to remind you how much he loves you.
Returning from a successful mission against some on Silco's man, you and your crew are flying from the damaged and corrupted areas of Zaun to your life-saviour tree. The massive giant and the green all around you is always a comforting view after a failed mission. This time, however, you were able to destroy the cargo-ship of Silco and the barrels of shimmer lightened up pretty well. Every success is a small step towards the liberation of Zaun from the dispotic power of Silco, but everytime someone dies, and from both parts there are just Zaunites. Your own people, in the end. It would have been preferable to fight against the tight-asses of Piltover, instead.
After the arrival on the tree, it was not difficult to find your boyfriend, already surronded by a group of children who were laughing at his silly imitations of animals. A smile forms on your face and a warm sensation tightens around your heart, seeing him laughing like that and having fun. After all things the two of you have experienced together, you know that these occasions were rare and for Ekko they were the results of his efforts.
Calling him, whistling a particular note (your code signal), he tilts his head up to see your face and, after having said goodbye to the children, he grabs his flying skateboard and runs to you with a big smile on his face.
"Hi princess! Good to see you! How are you? How was the mission? How are the others?" storming you with questions, the boy grabs your shoulder with his hands. "Woah, calm down pretty boy. It's good to see you too" you utter with a groan caused by your sore shoulders and back after the mission - "Everything turned out good and the tips given by the bartender were right. I don't know how much more that man can remain alive, stealing documents from Silco".
"I'll see what we can do to protect him. We need those information at any cost. In the meantime, come here with me, Princess. Let's have a bit of us moment". Guiding you to the body of the immense tree, he sits and leans, letting you sit in between his legs, hugging you from behind.
"I want you to know how much I appreciate your contribution to the cause and how much I love you, everyday a little more than the day before. I don't think I would have accomplished so much without you, thank you". Looking into his eyes, a loving light irradiates and warms your heart. "No silly, you, me and all the others have accomplished this thanks to your leadership, your courage and your strengh. We all should be devoted to you".
"You are right" Ekko says with a hint of playful superiority in his voice - "You should all pray me as a God, you especially my little subordinate". "Ah ah ah, go to hell Ekko" you reply with a sarcastic tone.
The guy laughs, a warming smile on his face. Planting kisses on your shoulders, Ekko tightens his arms around you and says: "I have never tamed my feral little Princess and I never will". Before returning to his duties, Ekko takes his time to listen to you about the mission and how everything went, never stopping his hand from drawing gentle circles on your thigh.
SEVIKA
Working for Silco has never been an easy job and you know that. Everytime Sevika returned home from a mission, she was just a little more tired, a little more sore and her mechanical arm needed constant mantainment. It is fun for you, though, to project new weapons and ways to make her arm even more efficient, allowing your girlfriend to not be so worry in every battle. It is your mission to provide for the multitasking mechanical arm and its new weapons.
After a long morning of drawing new harmful guns and technological knives, it is your so-waited moment to have lunch. Getting out from one of houses near the Last Drop, you head to a near restaurant (if someone could call it that). That day you were hoping for a sweet and romantic lunch with Sevika, but she was out of sight and probably still on a mission. You remember the sensation of her body getting out of bed in the morning at what you think was the sunrise and the sound of her heavy footsteps leaving your room.
Sevika is not so used to show affection, especially in public, but she has never left in the morning without placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, saying "later" in a low and loving tone.
Ordering something from the menu, on which the dishes were always the same and pretty boring, you starts to fantasize about the restaurants in Piltover, rich with delights and different foods. The sigh that escapes from your lips is frustated, why does it have to be so difficult for the Zaunites, while the rich-asses of Piltover waste money over stupid things and complain about futile problems?
Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice the figure that has just opened the door of the local, looking lefts and rights in search for you. After she spots you, Sevika goes straight to you and, without saying a word, plops herself on the other side of the table. Already a bit irritated by your own trail of thoughts and not being in the mood for games, withour taking the eyes off the menu, you say "Please man, I don't want any problem and the seat is already taken. I wouldn't want my scary bodyguard to come look after you, it wouldn't finish in a good way" "Is that how you see me? As your scary bodyguard?"
You tilt you head up to meet the eyes of Sevika, a smirk on her face and a cigarette already at the corner of her mouth. "Oh Janna, I'm sorry love ahahah, I thought you were just one silly man. How are you? How was the mission? Do you like the new weapon I installed you? That knife is pretty sharp, uh?" you say with enthusiasm. Sevika smiles at you and, leaning on the cracking chair, responds: "It is not bad at all, I killed a bunch of people with it this morning. Everything went good" .
"I am so glad to hear that, want to eat something?" "I said to Silco I would have taken the afternoon off just for you, my little doll". Sevika isn't used to nicknames in public, so she whispered the last part of the phrase, but it was enough for you to put a smile on your face and feeling a blush forming on your cheeks.
"Thanks love, I appreciate it so so so much". Sevika gets up and positions her seat right next to yours, and, putting her human arm around you, calls the waiter to take the order.
"I promise you, one day we'll have lunch in the most luxurious restaurant of the entire city, doll. I'll do anything to provide to you the best lab ever created for you to craft your weapons". The warm tone of her promise makes you lean into her embrace, before putting a small kiss on her cheek.
SILCO
The idea of relax and taking a pause are what can be the most far from Silco's mind. The man is used to stay up all night and to have problems 24h, so his head is always filled with thoughts about the next mission. There is, however, a specific moment of the day which is his favourite and most hated at the same time.
Hidden by piles of papers and documents, the lean figure of your man is out of sight and the only sound that is hearable is the scratch of the pen on paper.
Your relationship with Silco was complicated, it wasn't always so easy for him to speak about his emotions, his feelings and at first you felt just like an object, a piece of meat for his own entrateinment. Everything changed when Powder arrived and, seeing your affection towards the little girl, Silco saw you under a new light and love started to spread from his heart. A coarse love, not well defined and still in need of some touches, but in was indeed an enormous step for the man.
After the first period of time, in which Silco outdistanced himself even more, scared by the new feeling, the time of reconcilliation came when the man understood the new warmth around his heart. The thought of you was the only important thing in his mind, together with the safety of Powder.
"Hi Sil, here I come for your everyday delivery!" you say with a funny tone, underling the last words - "How are you doing, I haven't seen you the entire day and sleeping alone is always boring". The man doesn't lift his head from the papers, but signals to you with his hand to wait for just a moment. Letting a smile form on your face, you approach the man behind his desk, enlightened by the big greenish window.
"All done, darling. I am all yours now". Silco had made you very clear that your relationship had to be kept a secret, for the public you were just one of his subordinates, who, occasionally, was called to give him "relief". The reasons of such a decision were clear to you and it didn't bother you that much, in the end, the relief part was true.
"Love that! Ready for the needle?" A hated routine moment in Silco's life, but it was made more bearable by your presence. Looking into your eyes with his blue and orange ones, he opened a drawer of his desk to take the so hurtful needle. You were responsable to provide him with his daily dose of medical shimmer. Positioning yourself between his legs, Silco sets his hands on your waist and a piece of leather between his teeth not to bite his tongue.
"I'll be the most delicate possible, Sil, I promise" Looking at you, already knowing what was going to happen, Silco nods his head and rests it against the chair. Pointing the needle right in his eye and ready to inject the purple liquid, you take a final sight of the scar all over his left part of the face, that scar that you love so much, that bears a lot of painful memories.
"At three, ok? One, two, ..." and you press the injector right into his eye. The reaction of Silco is immediate, and he needs a high dose of control to not tilt his head and let the shimmer go to waste. Hearing his rapid deep breath and the strengh of his hands on your waist, you set the needle on the desk, before gently strocking the hair of your man, allowing his head to rest on your chest.
"Shh Sil, it is all done now, you can relax. I am here for you". After a few minutes, as always, Silco's breath returns to a normal rhythm and, letting the piece of leather out of his mouth, without looking at you, he says: "Thanks darling, I don't know what I would do without you. That shit hurts like hell, fuck. Give me a moment, will you?" A small but noticeable smile appears on his face and the man grabs his cigar, the only other vice that he has, except for you.
Letting you sit in his lap, Silco strocks your hair with the free hand. "Darling, how is it that everytime you come here, your face is more beautiful than it was before?" - with a soft blush on your face, you reply "Seeing me not so often doesn't help, Sil". Letting out a frustated sigh, Silco places a kiss on your lips, a soft yet loving one, giving to you all of his attention.
"Accept this apology for the moment, little one, I'll redeem myself later. Tonight I'm all yours, if you want my company. I haven't enjoyed a dinner with you in a long time an it is not acceptable. I'll have Sevika bring something here and we can have our little chat". Sevika knew about your relationship and helped in many ways, everything to keep Silco at least a bit more relaxed from time to time.
"I know that having dinner in the office is not optimal and is not your idea of a romantic date, but we must be patient and endure these hard times. I will give you anything you want and the future is just ours, darling". Silco gives you another kiss and, letting you stay on his lap, continues to do the paperwork.
CAITLYN
Caitlyn is a hard-working soldier, it has always been her dream to be part of the enforcer's group. She loves action, her desire is to help the city and defend it against the menaces of Zaun. At the same time, Cait is not someone that can't take a risk, and in the last period she has gone to the underground quiet a bit of times. You started to worry about her safety among the people of Zaun, but Cait has reassured you.
The two of you have met thanks to a job that was assigned to both of you. Even though you weren't a proper enforcer and your job was mostly done behind a desk, your abilities to coordinate and plan the missions were fundamental for good results. Occasionally, however, you accompanied the other enforcers to get a better sight of the places for your maps. After the first encounter, Cait used her mother's influence (just this time, I promise, she is a good gal) to have you has her mission's planner, at first just from time to time, but the two of you ended up as a team in no time. Cait and you shared a particular chemistry and fun was never left out.
You and Cait started to go out as collegues at first, dicussing the next mission and moves, but after some time, it was clear that something has changed and a new feeling has developed. Cait would have never first admitted it, but her actions spoke louder than her words and one day, tired of waiting, you took the initiative and kissed her. As a result, you basically started living at her place, strangely accepted also by her mother (I consider Cait's father as a sweet man, and another girl in a family of mostly women wasn't a problem for him).
That morning, waking up late and tired from the last mission, you roll in your bed to search for the comfortable presence of your girlfriend, just to find an empty place. With a tired sigh, you wait another five minutes and get up from the bed. Having fixed yourself for a trace of dignity after sleeping, you step close to the door to open it, but your gesture is anticipated. Cait stands at the door, fully clothed in her uniform and with a visible worried and sad expression on her face.
"Jeez, Cait, what happened?" you say - "Well, sorry. Hello in the first place, love. What is going on inside that pretty brain of yours?" Cait looks at you with sadness in her eyes, the blue irradiates from her pupils a sense of almost agony, not physiscal but mental. Withour saying a word, Cait places a small kiss on your cheek, leaving you with a surprised expression on your face, and takes your hand to guide you to the bed.
Cait lays down on the bed and you do the same, setting yourself on the other side, facing her. "Do you want to talk about what happened yestarday, Cait? I think the past mission is still bothering you". The task assigned to you two was the retrieval of a rare substance that had been taken by some of Silco's men, but the attack hadn't gone right and some enforcers were killed. The problem was that, during the fight, one of the enemies had accidentally killed a small girl that was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Cait was almost killed, frozen in place at the sight of the small life taken away, while the killer wasn't bothered that much.
"It was not your fault, Cait. You weren't responsable for anything. That son of a bitch was the animal, he didn't care about that. I have been taking a better perimeter of the zone and the next time, I can send some undercoverd enforcers to keep all the civils away".
"Why are we still fighting?" says Cait with a whisper - "Why do innocent people always get in the middle and are the ones that turns out to be the vistims of ours and Silco's stupid games? Why can't we just leave in peace and help each other". A small tear starts to appear at the corner of her blue eyes and you don't waist second to dry it.
"I am sorry, love, I know it is hard. But just with our hard work can we have better results. Civils are always the victims, in the end, and that sucks. It is how fights work and it is disgusting. But we can change that, we can make the city a better place for everyone. I spoke with Jayce yesterday, and he says that the hextech could also be used in medicine! Can you imagine it? It would be wondeful!" Putting a cheerish tone in your voice, you try to comfort your girlfriend, who repays you with a soft smile.
"Thank, honey, I needed that" says Cait - "Sometimes I get too carried away. But I want the same justice also for the people of Zaun, we are part of one city, in the end. Tomorrow I want to organise a ceremony for the little girl, let the Zaunites know we still care about them".
"That's how it is done. Love to see that sparkle in your eyes" you respond - "Now, what do you wanna do today? Beside the organisation of the ceremony. I have some work to do, but after that I am free".
Cait looks up at you and, with a delicate tone says: "Let's stay there five more minutes, please, I need some time to recollect myself". "Whatever you need love" you reply. Strocking her cheek just one more time, you get near Cait and, looking into her eyes, you start cuddling her, talking about the latest improvements of the hextech.
VI
The idea of relax for Vi can have different forms. It varies from a stroll on the roofs of Zaun to start a fight in a pub just for fun.
The two of you met during one of these fights and Vi saved your ass from a flying chair, just to look at you with a smirk on her face and say: "How can a beautiful face like yours be in miserable place like that?" In the meantime she was trying to hold back a man that was more large than tall. The flirt didn't stop after that night and the relationship was not late to arrive.
Vi owns a central place in your heart, her figure is always there to protect you and she would do anything to not let you get hurt. Her ways of showing affection have changed: at start she would just flirt and playing the dominant part, not showing any other emotions except cockiness. But after some time, Vi started to give you small kisses in public, calling you nicknames and showing a side of her that just a few people had been able to know.
The relationship has been doing great and, even though life in Zaun has never been easy, the two of you had found your place in a small house near Vander's statue.
That morning, after having passed the night out with your friends, you wake up with Vi by your side, but the cuddling time doesn't last enough, beacause Vi needs to go out for some commisions. Resting a bit more, you wake up after a couple of hours to find your girlfriend patching her arm up, with bruises all over her chest.
Running to her with a sudden movement, you get near and take her face into your hands, looking terrible worried. "What the hell, Vi? What happened to you, why are all covered in bruises? It seems like a giant has got you!" "You aren't so distant from reality, cupcake" Vi replies - "That jerk had got what he deserved. I am in a bad state, but you should see him". The last words put a smirk on Vi's face.
"Vi you can't start a bar fight at ten in the morning, jeez! You could have been more injuried". "I was not alone, capcake, don't worry. Ekko was there with me and we made a spledid fight".
Looking at her with judging eyes, you take the first aid kit and start to prepare the necessary to patch her arm. "So, I need to talk to him, too. That boy is in big trouble". Vi puts on a funny face, mixing the regret for having told about Ekko and the expectation for the outcome of your meeting.
"Don't think you are out of this, Vi. You will receive the lecture when you'll fell better". "Love that, cupcake. Always love when you lecture me" Vi says with a sarcastic tone, to tease you.
After having helped her with the arm, you start to disinfect her sore hands, where there's still a bit of blood. "Pay attention the next time, Vi, please. Hit him under the chin, he should go out in no time". "Thanks for the advice, cupcake. Now come here". After that, Vi places a soft kiss on your cheeks, and the rest of the morning is filled with the report of Vi about the fight, about how Ekko and her put down a dozen of Silco's men and the fun they had.
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Wolfstar x Reader Oneshot - Extreme Truth or Dare
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Type of oneshot: Fluff
Timing: Marauders’ Era (7th Year)/Golden Trio Era (OOTP)
Reader's Relations: None
Reader’s House: Gryffindor
Warnings: It gets a bit steamy, but it’s not fully written smut
Other notes: Also, the first bit takes place in February of 7th Year, for plot reasons. Also in this Sirius doesn’t die
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“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a child.”
“Neither are we. It’s just a game, (Y/n), why won’t you play with us?”
I rolled my eyes and closed the book I was reading, “Let me rephrase that sentence. I do not act like a child. Truth or Dare is a game that first and second years play not seventh years. You boys need to grow up!”
“But it’s fun!” James protested, leaning over the back of the sofa I was sitting on to whisper in my ear, “Plus you might get a chance to confess your crush.”
“Shut it you git!” I retorted, throwing a nearby cushion at his head. How he knew I had a crush on one of his best friends, I had no idea, “If you boys promise to behave, and by that, I mean no inappropriate questions, I’ll play.”
“Awesome! Best person ever!” Sirius shouted, running over and hugging me, “You’re my favourite person, (Y/n)!”
“T-thank you,” I replied, feeling my face heat up.
“Right! I’ll go first, (Y/n), truth or dare?”
I rolled my eyes sighing, “Dare. I am not giving you a chance to ask me that question I know you want to ask me.”
“Fine, be like that, but I dare you to sit on Padfoot’s lap for the rest of the game,” James responded, smirking. I felt my face heat up as I turned to Sirius, “I-is that okay with you?” Sirius nodded turning away from me and I walked over to him sitting down on his lap, shifting a bit.
“Stop that, (Y/n).”
“I’m trying to get comfortable! It’s not my fault you’re an uncomfortable chair.”
“I’m sure there’s one part of him you’d love to sit on though, right, (Y/n)?” James asked, wiggling his eyebrows. My face went bright red, knowing exactly what he was hinting at and threw another red and yellow cushion at him, “Shut up! So my turn now… Remus, truth or dare?”
He thought for a moment before speaking, “Dare.”
This put a smirk on my face, “Next time you see Jen, ask her out. I know you like her.” Remus’ face turned red and I chuckled, “And I’m right.” Before Remus had a chance to recover, the portrait hole opened and in came Lily, Jen following behind her, the two of them holding a couple of pieces of parchment each. The smirk on my face grew and I turned to them, “Jen! Come over here for a minute please!”
The Hufflepuff turned to face me and placed her books down on a nearby table before walking over, “Yeah?” I just looked at Remus and nodded, causing him to get fidgety, “Do I have to do this in the middle of the common room?”
I nodded, “Gotta make sure you do it, Rem.”
He sighed and stood up, “Fine, but I’ll get you back for this. Jen, listen, whatever you say, I won’t be upset or annoyed, but I really like you, and I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date?” I could see his face was bright red as Jen stared at him, blinking, “Oh. I actually had no idea. I’m sorry, Remus but-”
“JEN!”
Before we knew it, Charlotte had ran up and hugged Jen from behind, “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“I was dragged, Lottie. Would you mind giving me my personal space for a few minutes?”
Charlotte nodded and unwrapped her arms from Jen’s waist, “Yeah! I’ll be up in my dorm, you better come and talk once you’re done with whatever it is you’re doing with these guys,” she spoke, quickly pecking Jen on the cheek before running back upstairs to her dorm room.
“As I was saying, I’m sorry, Remus, but I’m already taken.”
I could almost see Remus’ heart break at hearing that, but he did his best to compose himself, “Oh, right. That’s okay. Sorry to bother you, I just thought I’d tell you.”
I knew Jen didn’t want to hurt his feelings and I could tell she felt bad as she turned and walked up the stairs to the girls’ dorms, I started to feel bad too as I’d been the one to dare Remus to confess, but before anyone else could say anything, Remus had turned to me, “How could you?! Are you trying to embarrass me?!”
“Remus, I didn’t know she was dating someone. Seriously. I had no idea!” I shouted, standing up from Sirius’ lap to face him.
“You still dared me to tell her I liked her! This is your fault, (Y/n)! I HATE YOU!”
I gasped at his outburst, feeling tears come to my eyes due to my crush on him. Thankfully, James didn’t know that as he’d be teasing me about liking both him and Sirius if he knew. Remus walked closer to me, anger in his eyes, but before he could get too close, Sirius stood up and stood in front of me, “Moony, stay away from my girlfriend!” he shouted, blocking me from Remus.
“Sirius. Move.”
“No. I won’t let you hurt her! None of us knew Jen was dating Charlotte, if we did we would have told (Y/n) to change the dare! None of us would purposely do anything to make you upset, don’t you know that?! We’re the ones that became animagi to help you! We’d sacrifice anything for you, Moony!”
At this, Remus took a step back, “I-I’m sorry, (Y/n). I have to reason to be mad at you if you say you didn’t know, then I believe you.”
I smiled, “It’s okay Remus. Now, back to the topic at hand, Sirius, did you call me your girlfriend?”
Sirius’ face turned red and he started stuttering, “Um.. well, I-... yes. I’m sorry, I like you, but I know you like-” I shut him up by leaning up and kissing him, surprising him.
“You.”
“M-me?! But I thought you like M-”
“It’s always been you, Sirius,” I replied, quickly, trying to make him shut up, knowing that James had probably told him I liked Remus, “Okay! Back to the game,” I continued, as Sirius sat back down on the sofa, pulling me back on his lap, “Now you’ve got to stay there.” I blinked a few times and nodded, still slightly confused at what he meant, but Remus brought me back to reality, “Sirius, truth or dare?”
“Um, Dare.”
“Okay… Kiss (Y/n).”
I could see there was something inside Remus that didn’t want him to dare Sirius to kiss me, but I put it down to him still being slightly mad at me. I could feel Sirius shifting under me and he sat up properly, me still on his lap as he leaned over my shoulder, “(Y/n), you’re going to have to help me, here.” I giggled, thinking of something and turned around, straddling him and allowing him to kiss me as he placed his hands on my hips, keeping me where I was, slightly pressing me down, before giving me a pleading look, and that’s when I realised the second meaning to his statement of me needing to help him.
“Alright! I said kiss not make out! You don’t need to show off that you have a girlfriend, Sirius.”
I giggled at Remus’ attitude, knowing he was annoyed at being the only single one out of him and his friends as James had finally succeeded in getting Lily to go on a date with him and broke off from Sirius, “Actually, I’m getting tired, I’m going to head to bed.”
“(Y/n)! Don’t leave me,” Sirius pleaded and I leaned into his ear, “Then state that you want to cuddle with me and pull me up to your dorm, and I’ll help you with your… issue.” His face lit up and he nodded, as I leaned back.
“(Y/n), I want to cuddle. You know, like in a fluffy way. Come sleep with me!”
I giggled and nodded, “If you say so, Sirius.” before standing up, Sirius did the same as he quickly pulled me up to the dorm he shared with James and Remus, and I was soon pushed down on his bed, with Sirius nipping at my neck.
“(Y/n), are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to fuck up our relationship on the first day of us being together.”
“Merlin yes. Honestly, I’ve fantasised about you fucking me, Sirius. You’re so hot, and I understand why girls are always hanging off you.”
“Good,” he muttered before kissing me again.
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“I’m sorry. We’re moving to France, Sirius. There’s nothing I can do about it. My parents are forcing me and they don’t care about the face that we’re dating, they’re forcing me to stop contacting you, and won’t even tell me where, so it’s not like I can tell you the address of our new house and then have you write to me first. Also, they’re taking Snowy away from me, well, in the sense that she’s not allowed in my room anymore, and only they have the key to her cage so I can’t write to you, and you know I’m not good with the muggle postal syste-”
“(Y/n), shh. You’re ranting.”
“Sorry. I just do that when I’m nervous or upset. I know my parents never approved of you but I would have thought they could have put their hatred for you aside for my happiness, but I guess not. Normally in this situation, I’d say I’ll keep in touch, but I can’t. Please don’t forget me.”
“I won’t. I love you so much, (Y/n). I will never forget you.”
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A few years later, I had been sitting in the living room, reading a book when my mother came in, a letter in her hands, “(Y/n). You have muggle post.”
“Thank you,” I replied as she handed it to me. I smiled, recognising the handwriting on the envelope, how Remus knew our new address, I had no idea, but due to the fact that my parents had been friends with the Potters, I guessed she’d told them, who had then told James who had told Remus, but I put the thoughts to the back of my head and opened the letter;
“Dear (Y/n),
I never thought I’d be writing this letter, didn’t think I’d ever have to, but, James and Lily’s position was given away to Voldemort and they’re both dead. Harry managed to survive, somehow, but it’s worse because Sirius is the one who’s been blamed for it. He caused an explosion killing a load of muggles as well as Peter. All that was left of him was a finger. Sirius has now been locked up in Azkaban, and we’re having a funeral for James and Lily in a few weeks. Do let me know if your parents will let you attend.
Your Dearest friend,
Remus.”
I gasped, feeling the tears come to my eyes at reading it. I didn’t believe that Sirius would betray James and Lily and just let the tears fall.
“(Y/n)? What’s wrong?”
“Two of my best friends are dead. I wish we’d never come to France. That was Remus writing, he said they’re having a funeral for James and Lily in a few weeks.”
“If you want to go, I understand. I’ll look after Bella for you.”
“Really?”
My mother nodded, “Yes. I know they were your friends, and I shouldn’t have forced you to come here.”
“T-thank you.”
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I cried, placing my head on Remus’ shoulder and crying into his shoulder. I soon felt him wrap his arms around me, rubbing softly at my back, trying to comfort me. After I came back to Britain for James and Lily’s funeral, my mother said that I could stay if I wanted to, which is what I wanted, and a few weeks later, my mother came over with Bella and more of my and Bella’s stuff. Due to my parents moving to France, they’d sold the family home, meaning I didn’t have anywhere to live, but I ended up moving in with Remus after he bonded so well with Bella, and despite him being nervous about hurting her when he transformed, he got along well with her, so much to the point where Bella believed he was her father.
“Mummy, why do I have to go away every month?” she asked one time when I was helping her pack her stuff up for a few nights.
“Do you not like getting to stay at Jen and Lottie’s house, Bella?” I replied, as I placed her toothbrush in her bag.
“No! I like staying with them, it’s fun, I just want to know why.”
Before I could answer, the doorbell rang and I breathed a sigh of relief as I ushered Bella downstairs, opening the door to reveal Jen, “Thank you. You came at the perfect time. Thank you so much. She was getting curious about why she had to leave the house every month.”
“Are you ever going to tell her?”
“Tell her what, Jen? I don’t know what you mean.”
“That Remus isn’t her father? Are you ever going to tell her that?”
“Oh… Well does it actually matter? It’s not like she’s going to get to meet her biological father. Don’t you dare tell her. Remus is the closet thing to a father Bella will have, and you know why.”
“I know, but I happen to have overheard your last conversation with Sirius before you moved to France, you made him promise not to forget you, but are you really doing to forget him?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Jen. Remus is just being a good friend.”
“That you happen to fancy,” she teased, giving me a small poke in the shoulder.
“Shut it, I don’t and you know that!”
“What I know is that you like him! You’ve been telling me that he’s bonded so well with Bella that she believes he’s her father, so make it happen! Tell Remus you like him and boom, step-father!”
“Wait… weren’t you the one telling me to not forget Sirius?” I questioned raising an eyebrow.
“Well… Oh look at that, there’s my favourite little bean!” Jen exclaimed and I turned around, seeing Bella walking down the stairs, “I forgot Mr Fluffykins!” She spoke, walking down the last few stairs carefully, “He’s so fluffy!” I giggled patting her head, “Are you ready to go now?” She nodded and I handed Jen her bag for the few nights, knowing Remus probably wouldn’t be able to leave his bed the day after the full moon and that I’d have to tend to his fresh scars, which I didn’t mind doing. Jen was right, I did love him. Once Jen had left with Bella I closed the door and sighed, but I was disturbed from my peace, “(Y/n)?” I looked up to see Remus standing in front of me, a questioning look on his face, “Did I head Jen correctly there? Do you like me?”
“This isn’t the right time to talk about it, Remus.”
“That’s a yes then. I know that when you’re faced with difficult questions, you try and avoid the question. You can tell me the truth.”
I sighed, “Fine, yes. I like you. Please don’t b-” I was cut off when he took my hand in his scarred one and pulled me closer. “Good,” he muttered before kissing me. I was completely caught off guard but soon melted into it, wrapping my arms around his neck. I had taken the chance to be happy, knowing that I wouldn’t see Sirius again and that Bella deserved to have a father in her life, and better it was someone she had a close bond with, and believed already was her father.
“I have loved you for so long, (Y/n). You don’t know how long. It hurt when I saw you and Sirius-”
“Rem, please don’t mention his name. What’s in the past is in the past.”
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“You can’t keep her hidden forever, (Y/n).”
“She’s my daughter. Sirius has no right to see her. Where’s he been for the last sixteen years?”
“To be fair, he didn’t know she existed, (Y/n)! He was locked up in Azkaban for thirteen of them, and you weren’t allowed to contact him for the other three!”
“What are you talking about?”
I froze and turned around from the conversation I was having with Molly and Remus to see Bella standing in the doorway, a confused look on her face. I sighed and started to play with the ring on my finger, biting my lip, “I-It’s not important, Honey. Please just go back upstairs.”
“She has the right to know, (Y/n). Just tell her.”
“Tell me what?” Bella asked again, refusing to move, “Tell me, Mum. Is there something you’re hiding from me?”
I sighed again, “I’m sorry, Bella, but yes. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”
Molly gave me a small smile and walked out, leaving me in the dining room with Bella and Remus, who placed a hand on my waist, “You’ve got this. She’ll still love you, don’t worry.”
“Right. Bella, I’m sorry, but I have been lying to you. The truth is-”
“I’m not your biological father, Bella,” Remus interjected, causing the sixteen-year-old to blink, “What? But who is then?”
“I’m interested too, (Y/n). Who is Bella’s father if it isn’t Moony?”
I sighed again, before turning to Bella, “Could you go upstairs for a few minutes, Bella? I’ll come and get you when it’s time to go.” She nodded and hugged me before walking off upstairs. I took a deep breath and turned my attention back to Sirius, “Who do you think? Who else would be her father for her to be seventeen? For her to be sixteen, she’d have to have been born in 1978, meaning…”
“She’s mine?”
“Yes, you’re her father, Sirius. Happened the night we first got together. Remember that Truth or Dare game?”
His face made an ‘oh’ shape and he nodded, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Sirius, drop it. It doesn’t matter now.”
“Why? How would you feel if your girlfriend didn’t tell you she was pregnant and you didn’t find out you have a child until they were seventeen?!” Sirius shouted at Remus, who just placed a hand around me comfortingly as I’d started to breathe heavily and was struggling to concentrate, “Sirius, for God's sake, be quiet. You’re stressing (Y/n), who might I add is my wife, out.”
Sirius’ eyes widened and he turned to me, “How could you? So you make me promise not to forget you and then you go and marry my best friend?!”
“Sirius, the circumstances were different! I didn’t know James and Lily were going to be killed and that you were going to be sent to Azkaban! Remus was there for me when you couldn’t be. Now if you don’t mind, I need to be alone for a while,” I replied going to walk towards the door, but I was pulled back and lips were planted on mine. When I realised it wasn’t Remus, I pushed away, “Sirius! Stop!”
“I know you still love me, (Y/n)!”
“Whether I do or not, does not give you the right to kiss me without permission! Especially when I am married now!”
“Oh come on! So all that time we spent together is now out of the window?”
“We were together for 5 months before I moved away, Sirius. I’ve been with Remus for almost as long as Bella’s been alive, speaking off, we should be off. I’ll go and get her,” I replied, kissing Remus quickly before walking out of the room and upstairs to find Bella.
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“(Y/n), can you be truthful with me, please? Do you still love Sirius?”
I sighed and looked up at Remus, “Why?”
“Just answer the question, please. Do you still love him?”
“Rem, where’s this come from? I’ve told you before you are enough for me. I can deal with the werewolf thing.”
“Do you still love him!? Tell me.”
I gulped and took a deep breath before nodding, “Yes.”
“Then go to him.”
“Rem, don’t say that. Please. I love you!”
“You can’t love both of us, (Y/n)! I know you only married me for Bella’s sake.”
“I did not marry you for Bella’s sake, Rem. I love you. When we were in school, I had an incredibly hard time dealing with my feelings because my heart was telling me I was in love with both you and Sirius. It was you first and when I found out that you liked Jen, my heart also started to feel things for Sirius, but I still liked you, and I still love both of you.”
Remus’ eyes just widened as he tried to process what I’d said before he nodded, wrapping his arms around me, “Oh. Well, in that case, I should be honest with you. When we were in school, I had a small crush on Sirius too.”
This time it was my turn for my eyes to widen and I smiled, “Aww. Thank you for being honest with me, Remus.”
Before anything else could be said, there was a knock at the door. I detangled myself from Remus and walked to the door, being surprised when Sirius was the one standing there, “Hello.”
“Sirius? What brings you here?” I asked, letting him in. After he was inside, I closed the door and we walked into the living room, “Hey, Rem, look who turned up.”
I noticed Remus freeze up slightly, but he greeted Sirius nonetheless. Sirius then turned to me, “Oh yeah, I wanted to apologise for getting angry and defensive. It was not right for me to believe you still liked me after having seventeen years of no contact. I’m also sorry for kissing you without permission, especially when you’re married.”
I smiled something that surprised him, before hugging him, “Thank you for the apology, Sirius. Although, it doesn’t make the kiss ‘alright’, but I understand that you still love me… and honestly, I still love you too.” His eyes widened and he looked at Remus, fear written all over his face, but Remus just walked over and hugged him, causing a slight blush to take over both their faces, confirming my theory.
“Sirius, I’m going to ask you something, and you need to be 100% honest. Can you do that?”
He nodded and I could see he was nervous, wondering what I was going to ask. I smiled, “Have you ever had/do you have any form of romantic feelings towards Remus?”
Both their eyes widened and Sirius’ face turned bright red as he looked away from me, nodding slowly, “Y-yes.”
“Well, I have an idea. One that will make all of us happy. How would you two feel about a poly relationship?” They both looked at each other before turning to me and each of them kissing one of my cheeks, “That’s a brilliant idea.”
“I think so too.”
I smiled, “Great.”
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I smiled as the three of us stood on Platform 9¾ as the train came in. I stood in the middle of Remus and Sirius, both of them with an arm around my waist, as we waited for Bella to get off the train. She soon spotted us and ran over with her stuff, Harry following behind her. Once she got closer, Bella stopped, blinking at the situation in front of her, “Mum? What’s going on?” she asked, noticing Sirius’ hand wrapped around my waist.
“Right. I forgot to mention it in my last letter, but you’re going to have two fathers from now on.”
She just looked at me blankly, completely confused, “What?”
I giggled and ruffled her hair, “To put it simply. During the past few months, I realised I was still in love with your biological father, as well as your stepfather, and the three of us came to the conclusion we were all in love with each other, so we’re all dating each other. Do you mind that, Bella?”
Instead of her being mad, like I expected, she just smiled and hugged me, “I’m happy for you, Mum!”
I returned the smile and hug, “Glad to hear that, Bella.”
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So… this is over 4000 words…..
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Deductions or Doctor? - John x Reader
Requested?: No
Prompt: None
Reader's Relations: Sherlock and Mycroft's Sister
Warnings: None
Other Notes: In this you're part of Scotland Yard (it's for a certain reason….)
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"THAT'S IT! I'm GOING to actually kill Lestrade next time I see him!" I shouted slamming the door to 221B Baker Street behind me and walking upstairs.
"And what's up with you?"
I ignored John's question and sat down on the sofa, starting to angrily tap my foot on the floor.
"It's clear. (Y/n) is distres-"
"Don't you bloody dare be a smart ass Sherlock, I'm not in the bloody mood for your deductions right now. If you want to know, I'm rather annoyed because every time there's an even remotely 'exciting' case, Lestrade is immediately 'Oh let's get Sherlock Holmes. He'll solve this for us', and it just pisses me off. I mean, seriously, what impression does it give the people of London if Scotland Yard can't even solve one bloody case, always getting you," I pointed directly to my brother at that moment before continuing, "to solve any case we get, like come on!"
"I see. So, Lestrade isn't actually the cause of your frustration, it's me."
I scoffed, "Don't be so damn full of yourself Sherlock! Not everything is about you!" I replied standing up and walking to the kitchen, "Do we have anything I can eat? I'm starving."
"Strange. Are you feeling okay, (Y/n)? Normally you don't eat much."
I smiled, "Thanks for the concern John. I'm not sure, you are right, I mean I guess I did throw up this morning and I was feeling a bit lightheaded today."
"Hmm."
"What exactly does 'hmm' mean?" John asked, to which I rolled my eyes, "That is a question that's never going to get an answer, John. One thing about Sherlock is that he never explains himself!"
"Well I'm about to if you let me speak, (Y/n)!" Sherlock interrupted, continuing to pace around the flat. I rolled my eyes, "You're not the doctor here, Sherlock! So if there's something wrong with me, then John's the one that would know, not you!" I retorted, continuing to tap my foot on the ground angrily.
"Please stop doing that, it's incredibly annoying when I'm trying to think."
"Oh shut it, Sherlock! Just go into your little 'Mind Palace' or whatever you call it. I am not in the mood for this!"
"Ahh, (Y/n), you're back. I had a feeling you'd be in a bad mood, so I made you your favourite."
I smiled and ceased my foot tapping, turning to the doorway, "Mrs Hudson, you are my saviour! I'm starving and this is exactly what I need right now." I walked up to her and took the tray, going to sit at the sofa, seeing as it was the only available space, as Sherlock's 'experiments' had taken over every other surface in the flat, and digging in. The food was great, however the glass of water that Mrs Hudson had given me tasted like wax and I reluctantly swallowed it, "Eeugh. That tastes disgusting."
"Hmm, further proof of my theory. John, take a sip of that water."
"Why should I? (Y/n) said it tasted disgusting, I'm not going to-"
John, it's for an experiment, taste the bloody water!" Sherlock snapped and John quickly walked over as I handed him the glass, continuing to eat the food.
"That tastes perfectly normal."
"Oh great… so there is something wrong with me… yay," I spoke out sarcastically. Sherlock turned to me, a smirk on his face, "Well, I wouldn't say 'wrong' (Y/n)… Although, I guess it depends on how you'd feel about becoming a mother," he whispered the last part to himself, but I still heard it, "What the bloody Hell are you talking about Sherlock?! I am not-"
"You're pregnant."
I burst out laughing, "You have GOT to be kidding Sherlock, there's no bloody way I could be pregnant! I don't even have a boyfriend for crying out loud!"
"That is irrelevant. Last night you arrived back late, after midnight to be specific, as I was still awake when you returned, working on a case, I'll have you know, and I heard your footsteps, then this morning there was a stench of alcohol coming from your room, and I noticed a glass of water and some pain killers on your bedside table this morning.-"
"I put those there, Sherlock, just stop showing off please, it's getting annoying. I'm the doctor here, if (Y/n) is pregnant, I'll be the one to be able to tell that, not you."
"All the signs are there, John. They're all there. Signs of first trimester pregnancy: Morning sickness, increase in appetite and food and drink tasting different."
"Then explain the 'how', Sherlock, my dear brother," I spoke, standing up and crossing my arms, "Let us hear your amazing theory of how the bloody Hell I can be pregnant without even having a damn boyf-"
"One night stand."
"I beg your pardon!" I squeaked, "Sherlock! I am your sister, OLDER sister to be precise, how bloody dare you!"
He just smirked at me, putting his hands together in front of his face, "I'm right though, aren't I?"
I sighed and sat back down on the sofa, "I guess it's a possibility. I did go to the bar last night to celebrate finishing the case, but one minute I am sitting at the bat having a beer, then the next thing I know I'm in some random guy's bed compete-"
"You don't need to finish that sentence, (Y/n)."
It was then that a mass surge of panic took over me, "What am I going to do?! I'm a highly respected Inspector at Scotland Yard, if this gets out to the Press it's going to ruin my whole career! I can already imagine the headlines 'Respected Scotland Yard Inspector (Y/n) Holmes Disgraced Due to Pregnancy!' I just don't know what to do!" I lay on my back on the sofa, my arm over my eyes, trying to hide the face I was crying from the two of them.
"We'll keep it a secret somehow, (Y/n)."
"How?! At the moment it's going to be easy, but it's going to get extremely hard once she starts showing, Sherlock! What's your plan then? Keep (Y/n) hidden forever?!"
"No," Sherlock replied, "It's simple, John you're a doctor, right?" John sighed and I rolled my eyes, as Sherlock continued, "Well, you can do check-ups on her when she needs them and then-"
"Sherlock, I'm an army doctor! I have no experience in childbirth!"
"That is true. In that case, we're going to have to change plan. John you will pretend to be (Y/n)'s boyfriend when she needs to go for check-ups or whatever, and when the baby is born, pretend that you're the father."
"Is that really a good idea? Why me specifically?"
Sherlock took a deep breath, "Well we can't let anyone else know, and I can hardly do it. She's my SISTER, John! That's just unsettling."
John sighed, "You're right," before turning back to me, "You alright with this, (Y/n)?" I nodded shyly, "I-I don't want this to ruin everything, but we're going to have to tell Mycroft at some point, Sherlock."
"No. Not a good idea. He'll just.. No."
"Sherlock! He deserves to know he's going to be an uncle in nine months!"
"Okay fine, but not right now."
"Okay."
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"You feeling okay, (Y/n)?" John asked, rubbing my back as we sat in the waiting room, "This is your last check-up."
"I know. I've just been thinking. Amelia really deserves to have a father figure in her life and…"
"Y-you want me to be a father figure to her?!"
I nodded, a smile on my face, "Would you do that for me, John?"
Before he had a chance to respond, a nurse came over, "Miss Holmes, Doctor Matthews is ready for you now." I nodded and turned back to John. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him before standing up and following the nurse off, scared of what John's reaction was going to be.
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I smiled and thanked Doctor Matthews before leaving her office and walking back out to the waiting room. I saw John sitting in the same place he'd been before and when he spotted me, he stood up and walked straight up to me, grabbing my upper arms and kissing me. I blinked out of surprise but soon melted into it.
"Y-you like me back?" I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat. He nodded in response and I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder, "That makes me happy. I take it you want to to be Amelia's father figure then?"
John's only response was kissing me again, which I took as a yes, as the two of us left the hospital, John hailing a taxi back to Baker Street for us. When we got upstairs, I sat on the sofa and John came to sit next to me. I immediately snuggled into his side the best I could with my growing stomach and smiled, feeling him wrap an arm around me.
"Now this is strange because I don't actually know, what is going on with you two?"
I giggled and gave John a 'You want to tell him or should I?' look, to which he spoke, "Sherlock, I'm dating your sister, and there's nothing you can say to stop me."
Sherlock blinked in response, "Well then, I wish you both luck, but John, you hurt my sister, you're dead to me."
"Got it, Sherlock."
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Sitting alone in the flat, again I was bored, shooting at the small target that I'd put up on the wall to shoot at. However, soon I heard the door being opened and I smiled, knowing I wasn't alone anymore, however that smile soon faltered when I saw who had walked through the door. I immediately stood up and changed my grip on the gun, "what do you want, Moriarty? You know I can just call Sherlock right now to tell him you're here. I'm sure he'd love to finally catch you!"
He just chuckled, "Nothing this time, I was just passing by and thought I might come to say hello."
I gulped as he walked closer to me, continuing to speak, "I was also thinking of what a useful purpose you could have to me."
"What are you-" before I could finish, he'd placed a pair of glasses on my face and I lost control of my own body.
------------------PART 2
I awoke in a strange room that I didn't recognise for the first few minutes, until I realised it was my childhood bedroom.
"Why am I here?"
"Don't you see it? You're bait."
"What for?"
I started shaking from nerves as I heard that evil chuckle again, "Oh dear… I guess you're not the same as your brother then… Can't you deduce why?"
I sighed, knowing fine well, "Sherlock. You're using me as bait to lead him to you."
"Correct."
--------------------SHERLOCK'S POV
"Sherlock? Your phone buzzed."
"Hmm, can you read it for me."
Instead, John just threw it on my lap, "Read your own texts." I picked my my phone and my eyes widened, "John, come with me now," I spoke hastily, standing up and grabbing my coat, seeing that John hadn't moved, "Come on."
"Are you going to tell me?"
I rolled my eyes, "It's Lestrade, (Y/n) has been taken somewhere."
"W-what? How does Lestrade know?"
"This," I replied showing him my phone, on it was a picture of a note, that Lestrade had sent along with the text, the note explaining that (Y/n) had been kidnapped as well as a code to her location.
-----------------YOUR POV
"(Y/n)! We found you!"
I looked up to see Sherlock, with John and Mycroft both behind him. I smiled thankful they'd found me but then remembered, "You three need to get out of here. Moriarty is-"
"-Right here with you all. Now back up from her."
My heart started pounding again as Sherlock backed off, John and Mycroft doing the same, as Moriarty walked closer to me allowing me to stand up, "Now, Sherlock, I see you fell for it, now this is going to be your downfall. At the hands of your own sister."
"What are you talking about?"
Moriarty turned back to me, placing a gun in my hands and smiling evilly, as I then felt metal on the back of my neck, "This. You shoot one of them, and I'll let the other three of you go free," as he spoke I started to formulate ideas in my head of how to get out of this one of which being…, "If you shoot yourself, I'll let all three of them go, and if you choose not to shoot anyone, then I'll shoot you."
Again, I thought of something, but Moriarty had already realised I thought of it, "And, if you shoot me, you'll all be shot too."
I gulped and thought for a moment, before I heard three voices;
"(Y/n), shoot me, they're your brothers," John.
"(Y/n), shooting Mycroft is the better idea, then you will be able to live yourself," Sherlock.
"Don't be ridiculous (Y/n). You should do us all a favour and shoot our little brother." Mycroft.
My heart started pumping faster, and I spoke, "So… just weighing my options here," I paused and pointed the gun towards Mycroft, "There's the older brother who pretended I was invisible for 5 years, but if it weren't for him I wouldn't have my dream job of working in Scotland Yard," I then pointed it towards John, "The love of my life and the best friend I have ever had," and finally at Sherlock, "And the younger brother, who makes the whole of Scotland Yard look like idiots whenever he solves a case, as well as being an arrogant psycopath."
"I think you'll find it's 'Highly Functioning Sociopath'," Sherlock spoke out to which I rolled my eyes, blinking back the tears as well, "Now is not the time for this, Sherlock, I don't care right now what you want to call yourself."
I took a deep breath, "I have made my decision, but before I do this, please, let John and Mycroft go. I don't want to them to see this." My heart was pounding heavily and for once, Sherlock showed emotion, fear and surprise were in his eyes.
"Very well," Moriarty spoke, and I felt the metal leave my neck. While he was opening the door, letting John and Mycroft leave, I turned my attention to Sherlock, "Sher, on the count of three, run."
"What?"
"Run. On 3."
"What about you?"
"I know what I'm doing, just trust me on this, please." He nodded as Moriarty walked back and I felt the gun on my neck again. I took a deep breath.
"I'm waiting."
As my heart was pounding, I pointed the gun in my hands at Sherlock, mouthing out to him, "3, 2, 1."
"RUN!" As he ran I felt a gunshot, however, I felt neither a bullet hit me nor any pain. I smirked at Moriarty's confused face, as I punched him, running out after Sherlock, making sure to bring the gun that had been in my hands with me.
----------SHERLOCK'S POV
Once I'd ran out, I found John and Mycroft, but before anything could be said, a gunshot was heard, causing the three of us to grow silent.
"She didn't… did she?"
"Probably, knowing (Y/n). She told me to run, and not look back, so…"
"Oh well, I wouldn't be so sure. You might want to look behind you."
YOUR POV
I smirked as I walked up to the three of them, a smile on my face seeing their confused faces, "You boys okay?"
"How did you escape? We heard a gunshot."
I smirked and pecked John on the lips, "You should learn never to underestimate me. I realised the gun that I had to shoot one of you with didn't have any bullets in it at all, so while Moriarty was letting you two out, I switched the guns, so the one I had had bullets, and the one pressed against my neck didn't. That way when I told you to run I wouldn't be hurt when I was shot after letting all three of you survive. Oh and… you should probably know, Mycroft, but you're going to be an uncle soon."
"I guessed that, there's no way you could gain that much weight in that short of a period of time."
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I smiled as I now held Isabella in my arms. She looked just like me, something that I was thankful about.
"How are you feeling, (Y/n)?"
I looked up and smiled at John, "Much better now you're here. How are Sherlock and Mycroft holding up?"
"You don't want to know what's going on out there. Seriously, they're both at each other's throats about who is going to be a better uncle."
I giggled as John came and sat down, smiling, "Yeah… that sounds like my brothers, you want to hold your daughter?" John just looked at me in confusion, "but sh-"
"No biologically, but you're her father figure, John. Plus, she's going to grow up believing you are her father, so may as well let you know-" before I could finish, he'd kissed me, "Okay, I get the idea, but on that point. I-I have a question for you, (Y/n). Will you marry me?" he asked, kneeling down beside the hospital bed and pulling a small velvet box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a ring. I felt myself tearing up and tried to blink them back, "YES!" John let out a sigh of relief and perched on the side of the bed, leaning down and pecking me on the lips before placing the ring on my finger.
-----------------------END OF ONESHOT
And here we go. I admit this worked better in my head….
Master list:
As I publish stuff, I will update this. - Underlined, have links, non-underlined are not linked yet
FandomMas: 2023
Ace Attorney + Next Gens
Oneshots:
TGAA: Sherlock x Reader: Flowers of Love
DD/SOJ: Trans! Apollo x Reader: Love is Unconditional
DD: Simon x Phoenix's Sister! Reader: All for One and One for All
DD/SOJ: Apollo x Divorced! Reader: Doors Closed? Well, Windows are Always an Option
Addison x Edgeworth's Daughter! Reader: Untitled
Series:
BBC Sherlock
Oneshots:
Sherlock x Reader: A Christmas Surprise
Lestrade x Reader: Classroom Shippers
Sherlock x Reader: 'Secret' Identity
John x Reader: Deductions or Doctor?
Sherlock x Daughter! Reader: The Girl that I Wanna Be
Series:
Black Butler
Oneshots:
Ciel x Reader: A Birthday Surprise
Grell x Reader: BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!
Sebastian x Reader: Cats
Ciel x Reader: Secrets
Mey-Rin x Reader: Taking the Blame
Alois x Reader: Will He Allow It?
Series:
Descendants
Oneshots:
Ben x Reader: (Needs a Name)
Carlos x Reader: Dog Lovers
Series:
Encanto
Oneshots:
Bruno x Reader: You Can Always Find Help in Friends and Family
Series:
Fantastic Beasts/Harry Potter
Oneshots:
Newt x Reader: Bowtruckles Know Love
Newt x Reader: The Memory of a Muggle
Newt x Reader: Trust is Important
Newt x Reader: Bookstore Lovers
Sirius x Reader: Protection and Pranks
Sirius x Reader: Some Facts Are Good to Know
James x Reader: Seven Minutes with Black
Remus x Reader: Visiting Hours
Sirius x Reader: The True Gift of Gifting (Christmas oneshot)
Remus x Reader: Frozen Heart
Wolfstar x Reader: Extreme Truth or Dare
Sirius x Reader: Its the Inside That Counts
Series:
WolfStar x Reader: Flirting Gets You Nowhere Part 1 Part 2
Wolfstar Raise Harry: Part 1 (Not x Reader)
Fireman Sam (Plz don't judge meh)
Sam x Reader: Some Secrets Can Be Shared
Sam x Daughter! Reader: How Far I'll Go (Songfic)
Genshin Impact
Oneshots:
Series:
Glee
Oneshots:
Kurt x Reader: Similarities
Blaine x Trans ftm! Reader: Love Story
Sebastian x Blaine's Sister! Trans ftm! Reader: You Are the Reason
Series:
Hamilton
Oneshots
John x Reader: Strangers to Lovers
Jefferson x Washington's Daughter! Reader: (Y/n)'s Candy Store
Lee x Laurens! Reader: "Get Away From My Sister!"
John x Laf's Sister! Reader: Laf the Matchmaker
Series:
Hazbin Hotel:
Oneshots:
Alastor x Reader x Lucifer: A Tale of Two Dads
Series:
Hetalia
Oneshots: Series:
Mlp
Oneshots:
Coloratura x Reader: Remembering
Rainbow Dash x Reader: Tone it Down
Human! Sunset x Reader: Forgiveness, Can you Imagine?
Series:
OHSHC
Oneshots:
Hikaru x Reader: Always There for You
Tamaki x Reader: Goodbye Doesn't Mean Forever
Hikaru x Reader: Jealousy
Tamaki x Reader: Mistakes of the Past
Tamaki x Reader: Never Give Up Hope
Kaoru x Reader: Safety Sacrifice
Tamaki x Reader: Wait...
Series:
Paw Patrol
Oneshots:
Marshall x Reader: Battle of the Klutzes
Ryder x Reader: Behind the Scenes - I can't find on my Wattpad....
Chase x Reader: Guard Dog.... Literally
Ryder x Reader: You'll Always Belong
Series:
Pokemon
Oneshots:
Cress x Reader: (Needs a Name)
Cress x Reader: Why Didn’t You Just Tell Me?
Chili x Reader: You Caused This?
Cilan x Reader: An Utter Surprise
Cress x Reader: Smarts of Reader-Chan
Cilan x Reader: (Needs a Name)
Professor Sycamore x Reader: Thank You?
Series:
Sofia the First
Oneshots:
Cedric x Reader: Sofia and James; Ace Shippers!
Series:
Yuri on Ice
Oneshots:
Viktor x Reader: A Helping Hand
Series:
IF you would like me to post any of the ones that aren't links, lmk and I will do!
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What I will do:
Female Character x Female Reader
Male Character x Female Reader
Fluff
Limes
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Yandere (Not comfortable with it)
Male readers (Under any circumstances - I am not comfortable with it)
Angst (It always ends up fluffy somehow)
Smut/Lemon - I am not too comfortable writing this....
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I am open to do most characters from the mentioned fandoms, however, do not be be offended, if I reply to a request saying I'm not comfortable with writing for the character you have requested.
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All requests MUST give me a plot - Preferably as detailed as possible. If you don't give me a plot, I will most likely ignore your request. The one thing with this, Genshin requests can have NOTHING to do with the story. I have not completed the game yet, so please don't give me requests that have something to do with the story.
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Fandom list in this book:
Ace Attorney
BBC Sherlock
Black Butler
Genshin Impact
Hetalia
Mlp
OHSHC
Paw Patrol
Pokemon
Yuri on Ice
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HEY HI HELLO EVERYONE this is your lovely author , LETS GET A FEW THINGS STRAIGHT BEFORE WE START OFF wink
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• inconsistent writing style (pls I'm a rookie author who's just tryna stabilise themselves with how I'm gonna be writing this SOBS)
• requests are CLOSED for the time being , idk how this is gonna take off or how soon but I won't be accepting requests till a point , HOWEVER I'm open to the idea so just hang in a bit longer ;)
• IDK IF THIS IS WORTH MENTIONING OR NOT But the characters are NOT OWNED by me UNLESS STATED
• inconsistent updates cause well we've all got our lives to live and mine doesn't revolve around this,,,,yet, BUT ANYWAYS pls be PATIENT as I'm still a student and school induced stress likes to give me a good one in the gut , therefore I won't promise when a chapter will come out BUT I'll keep it as uniform as possible :)
• there will be TWS and REMINDERS before and after each chapter so y'all know what's coming your way , the last thing I wanna do is set y'all off
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For those enjoying Flip Side, would you all be interested in more from the lost boys x Kuno world? I'm not sure I'm ready to let this world go so soon and was thinking of doing one shots or maybe something of a continuance with Kuno's band. What do you think?
Blood of A Rose - Part 2 (Art the Clown x Fem!Reader)
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Summary - Following the events of their night together, (y/n) and Art explore their dynamics together to form a perfect duet of blood and beauty.
Notes - Was requested to expand on the relationship between Art and the reader and will happily oblige! It’s honestly so fun to write Art’s character, I hate how little there is out there for him. My man needs attention.
P.S - Might branch this into a series of one shots showing their relationship more and whatnot either from my own ideas or requests from you guys for what you’d like to see with them. Hell, might even make a whole blog based on them. Thoughts?
Word Count - 4,091
Warning(s) - Blood, gore, violence, morally ambiguous reader
Song Inspiration -
Cody Frost - Process
Screams were heard all around them, piercing and agonizing. Everything was set ablaze, yet she felt no heat. She felt no pain. Even as the smoke clouded, she could breathe without struggle. (Y/n) craned her neck to look up at the clown before her, eyes wide with wonder, with trust. Her life was in the hands of a murderer and yet she felt safe. She felt protected.
His usual grin did not show, yet he didn’t frown. His face remained neutral while his eyes said it all, filled with an untamed obsession, possessiveness and dare she say adoration. His gloved hands rose to her jaw, cupping it delicately as he guided her to train her eyes on him, to ignore all that happened around them. As she stared up at him, her hands came to rest over his own, and with a look of his eyes she was told -
He would be her past, present and future.
(Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open, greeted by the soft light of the moon that peaked through the boards of the window. The colder air bit at her skin through her sweater and she shivered.
She sat up and looked around curiously, seeing that she was now in the makeshift bedroom from before. She then looked down and saw that she was on the mattress, however a tattered blanket now lay on top of it beneath her, shielding her from whatever mold and rot had been on it.
Her legs closed when she felt a light breeze brush against the tear in her pantyhose, heightening the chill. (Y/n) stretched her arms out and stood, then heard what sounded like someone hammering from a different room. Her mind raced with the events of what she assumed was still the same night. Her face burned, stomach fluttering as the ghost of Art’s caress tickled her skin.
She took a deep breath and left the room, quietly making her way to where the sound came from. Mindful of the debris on the floor as she grew near, she entered the room with the workbench, Art hunched over it on the stool as he hammered away at something.
When (y/n) stepped closer he paused. Her breath stilled as his head slowly turned to the side, yet not over his shoulder to look at her, letting her know that he knew she was there.
Once he returned to work she released the breath she held and made her way over to him, seeing as he hammered a screw-eye hook of sorts into the end of a chair leg.
His face was focused, not smiling or putting on his usual dramatics as he worked. It felt strange to her, seeing him this way. It reminded her that even if he was a murderer he wasn’t excused from putting in the work to make it happen, whether it was a hobby of his or not. It reminded her that he still had interests and needs just as everyone else. It was oddly humanizing and she couldn’t help but feel privileged to see him in such a state.
He motioned to a nearby corner and (y/n) turned to see another stool placed there, then moved to bring it over and sat on top of it to continue to watch him. He then motioned to her - conversing as he worked - then symbolized sleep as if to ask how she slept, then proceeded to pick up an average sized chain.
“It was actually quite nice. Best sleep I’ve had in a while.”
With chain in hand, he clapped excitedly, happy with her response. He hooked it to the screw, bending and twisting the metal to make sure it was secure as (y/n) watched casually, as if it was just another day.
“Is it… Is it still the same night?”
He shook his head and her eyes widened. Art turned to see it and began to laugh to himself.
“How long has it been?”
He held up a finger after his laughing fit died down, going back to his work.
“One day…? But how?”
He nodded and glanced over at her, watching as she looked down, growing more and more confused. He patted her shoulder and she looked up at him, seeing him point to himself, then her.
“Because of you?” Her brow furrowed, then her expression changed as she chuckled. “Are you saying I slept for so long because of what we did?”
Art shrugged and made a cheeky expression, but she became confused again when he then shook his head. He motioned to himself again, then pointed to her head.
“You… forced me to stay asleep?” He eagerly nodded, smiling and pointing at her to say she got it. “But how? Did you knock me out?” His head shook. “Did you drug me?”
His head shook again and he rolled his eyes, arms falling to his sides in exasperation. He then motioned to his entire body, pointed to his head with both fingers, then to her head again.
“You were in my head…?” He nodded and clapped. “How is that even possible?”
Art shrugged dramatically with a mischievous smile. (Y/n) paused and slowly met his eyes.
“The dream…?” She asked, and in the back of her head she already knew the answer.
The clown only solidified it with a raise of his eyebrows, mouth forming an ‘o’ and shrugging as an ‘oops’. (Y/n) could only laugh, not knowing how exactly to react to someone with such supposed supernatural abilities.
She wasn’t sure if she had finally grown to become insane or if it was all a hallucination, all in her head. But as she thought to the night before she found that it all felt too real, too vivid to be fake.
(Y/n) suddenly felt exposed and crossed one leg over the other, tugging down the skirt of her dress as her face grew warm. Art looked over at her, face twisting into mischief as his eyes squinted with his smile. He wiggled his eyebrows when she looked at him and she turned her face away bashfully.
He reached over to grasp her chin, coaxing her to look back at him. He nudged his head in her direction, grinning to encourage her to do the same. Once her smile returned and she giggled, he playfully booped her nose and turned back to his workbench, his smile now remaining on his dramatized face as he worked.
The minutes seemed to drag on as he worked, but not once was she bored. She watched eagerly, fixated as his hands toyed and shaped the weapon he was creating. His actions were all well thought out and deliberate, masculine yet graceful as his fingers caressed the wood and metal.
Deeming the weapon satisfactory, he raised it by the handle - the chair leg - and examined it carefully. Three chains hung from the screw-eye, knife tips, nails and spikes decorating the length of them.
“Is that a flail?” (Y/n) gasped.
Art’s head whipped over to look at her and patted her thigh, the hand holding the weapon shaking excitedly as he nodded. He watched as she eyed his new creation, then an idea formed in his head. His gaze shifted to look over at her, now smiling sadistically. She caught the change in his expression and she began to smile, catching on to what he was thinking.
“I’ll get the camera!” She hopped off of the stool.
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After some convincing from her end, they stopped by her house for her to quickly change into something more comfortable. It wasn’t until she began to beg sweetly that he finally agreed, unable to say no to her more innocent nature, regardless of her interests.
Not a person was in sight as they were shielded by the dark of the night, hardly any street lamps in the area they currently wandered.
“Does the bag ever get heavy for you?” (Y/n) asked as they walked through the ghosted roads.
Art shook his head, using his other arm to exaggerate flexing his muscles and she laughed.
“I bet that bag is the reason you’re so strong, lugging it around everywhere and all.” He waved her off at the compliment and tickled her ear with his finger. “I’m serious! You make it look like it weighs nothing.”
As they walked, they began to see the edge of the town ahead of them. Or rather, Art saw it. (Y/n) was too focused on the clown beside her, taking in all of his features under the starry night, the moon perfectly accentuating every curvature and jagged edge, every -
She was suddenly yanked to the side of the sidewalk he walked on and she gasped, looking over to see a pole that she nearly walked straight into. She looked back over at Art who had a hand on his hip with a frown. He pointed at her, his eyes, then the direction they were walking in.
“Sorry…” She giggled as she blushed, nervously fiddling with the camera hanging around her neck.
He pulled back his arm and reached for her, pulling her to stand on the opposite side where he was previously walking to prevent it from happening again. He motioned for her to continue walking, rolling his eyes from behind her before he set his pace next to her again.
As they reached the town, Art began to look around carefully, more alert in the brighter area while (y/n) had a mind of her own. While he kept an eye out for his next victim, she focused on finding her next inspiration. She supposed they went hand in hand, but she was never one to strive for the bare minimum.
He then paused, holding his arm out for her to do the same, knowing she very well would’ve kept on walking. Hearing the voices of what seemed to be a couple arguing, he listened carefully to find where they came from.
Then he spotted them.
A man and woman arguing next to a car. The man was halfway in the driver’s seat while the woman stood next to it, flailing her arms.
Art then heard a shutter sound from beside him, slowly looking over to see (y/n) holding her camera up, taking photos of the argument before them. She looked over at him and shrugged innocently.
She put down the camera and the two of them watched the pursuing argument, equally invested in the exchange. The man then slammed the car door shut.
“They just broke up for sure.” (Y/n) whispered to Art and he looked down at her with a widespread grin, wiggling his eyebrows then nodding towards the woman who was now making her way into what seemed to be her villa.
Art crossed the street, making his way over with (y/n) in tow and walking up the small set of stairs leading to the front door. He looked down at her, then turned to the door in front of them and tested the door knob, unsurprisingly finding it locked.
He gave (y/n) a ‘wait’ signal and set down his bag, cracking his neck and stretching his arms out in front of him with linked fingers. Art then gave her a side smile, then suddenly kicked the door open. She froze with wide eyes, yet her stomach betrayed her as it flipped at his show of masked strength.
He picked up his bag again and grabbed her wrist to pull her inside with him, closing the door behind them. Footsteps quickly descended the staircase in front of them and they looked up to see the same woman from before, chest heaving in fear at the sight before her.
While (y/n) quickly snapped a photo of her expression, Art dropped his bag again and wiggled his fingers at her in a wave with a menacing smile. He then held up a finger to her and began to look through his bag as the woman remained frozen like a deer in the headlights, watching as he pulled out a scalpel and the new flail. He turned to (y/n) and raised his eyebrows, then bolted upstairs after the woman who fled.
As they thumped around upstairs, she began to explore the villa, looking for things to use in her next piece. The woman’s screams and shrieks were muffled behind the door of the room they were in and were drowned out, inevitably useless.
(Y/n) eyed a smaller box TV that sat on an entertainment stand in the living room, an idea popping into her head. She walked over to it and unplugged it in preparation, resuming her wandering when the noise above her suddenly stopped.
She heard a door open upstairs followed by footsteps descending the staircase. (Y/n) looked towards it, seeing a now bloodied Art giving her the ‘ok’ to go upstairs when she was ready.
“Could you do me a huge favor?” She asked as he made his way over to her, shaking off the blood on his hands and nodding. “Could you help take the TV upstairs for me? I want to use it as the head.”
Art made a surprised expression, clapping his hands giddily at the idea. He then paused with a finger up, making a sawing motion and asked for her to wait a moment, disappearing upstairs. Not long after, he returned with his saw and put it back in his bag, happily walking over to the TV and tipping his hat at (y/n) when he walked by. He then picked it up as if it was nothing but a feather and made his way back upstairs, (y/n) following closely behind as she giggled.
They entered the woman’s bedroom, her body splayed out on the bed with small to large chunks of her skin and fat missing, head nowhere to be found.
As he placed the TV where the woman’s head used to be, (y/n) admired the slashes left from the flail. Some were rather deep, others shallow. Their marks tore at the dress that the woman wore, some simulating claw marks while other areas were simply shredded.
“Could you move the arms to look like this?” (Y/n) posed her own arms to grab the sides of her head. Art carefully took note of the angle and position, then moved the victim’s arms to reflect it. “Perfect.” (Y/n) smiled, looking up at the ceiling to see LED lights lined along the edge.
Art watched as she wandered to find the remote, smiling to herself once she found it and changed the color to red and turned off the main light. She looked around the floor, watching for anything she could trip on before lifting a foot onto the bed.
Art’s face twisted into panic and his hands shook, stepping next to her and helping her up onto the bed.
“Thank you.” She responded softly, one of his hands still holding her waist to help steady her as she readied her camera. He followed her as she captured different angles, some standing while others she crouched.
(Y/n) took his hand to help herself down, smiling up at him as he grinned at her excitedly. Just as the night before, she flipped through the pictures she took, and just the same, she felt his closeness.
The only difference was rather than nerves, she felt relaxed. She felt calm and comfortable despite the mess around them that he caused. His hand that rested on her far shoulder radiated heat through her layers of clothing and she subconsciously leaned into him, head pressed against his chest while he pointed at the photos he favored.
His silent presence, twisted grin plastered on his painted face, drew her in like a moth to flame. (Y/n) found herself unable to refuse, an invisible pull guiding her to him.
At first, their following encounters were just a few hours in the night together. Art would appear when (y/n) least expected, showing up at odd hours, his silent insistence drawing her out into the dark. However, she began to notice her sleeping pattern slowly change. She grew more tired sooner, falling asleep earlier and earlier, waking up in a strange nocturnal rhythm.
At night, she would wake to find him waiting, patient but always silent, eager to lead her deeper into his world. (Y/n), feeling a strange sense of peace in his presence, began to follow him without question. And after only a few weeks of their odd relationship, she began to grow used to it. Comfortable with it. Comfortable with him.
“Hey, Art.” (Y/n) greeted him as she yawned, fresh out of bed to find him rummaging through her kitchen.
He looked up at her and waved, a widespread grin bringing out her own smile in her vulnerable, post-dream state. He gushed at the sight, elbows resting on the countertop with his chin in his hands, blinking dreamily at her as she walked over to him with her arms out.
Art popped up, engulfing her in his arms as she sighed happily at the feeling. He rocked the two of them slowly, the rhythm almost putting her back to sleep.
Slowly, (Y/n)’s life became consumed by Art. The gruesome art pieces she crafted from his handiwork grew bolder, more disturbing, as if the dark side of her creativity was being unleashed by his influence.
In her dreams, she would see him. His painted face looming over her, silent but omnipresent. At first, the dreams were disorienting. But over time, they became comforting. She would wake, feeling a strange longing for him, for the connection they shared in the darkest corners of her mind, weaving its way to the forefront.
As the days bled into nights, (y/n) found herself thinking of Art constantly. He was always there, even when he wasn’t physically present; a haunting figure in her thoughts. His silence, once goofy, became a form of comfort. She began to crave his presence, yearning for their time together.
And so (y/n) found herself growing dependent on him. Whether it was for her art or simply her attachment to him, how safe she felt with him. He understood her in a way no other person could, and she reciprocated.
The way he was so brutal and aggressive with others, yet gentle and thoughtful with herself only drew her closer to him. He treated others as nuisances, problems to deal with and get rid of while he treated her as delicately as the rose that brought them together. The contrast was endearing to her, and she couldn’t help but be entranced.
Though such treatment came with an undisclosed amount of protection and possessiveness, to which she learned rather quickly.
“It just came out wrong, I’m sorry!” (Y/n) giggled. Art mocked her, rolling his eyes as his mouth and hand mocked her talking. The culprit of such a fit?
She called his nose cute.
“Your nose is attractive, is what I meant. Believe me, you’re still as frightening as ever.”
He threw her a side eye, then dramatically sighed and waved it all off.
“Hey!” She stopped them in the middle of the sidewalk, a lit street lamp looming over them as they faced each other. “I’m sorry.” She gave him her best doe eyes, then stood up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
His grin slowly returned, hand coming over the top of where she kissed him and she giggled. He then took her hand in his own, continuing their nightly walk.
Later on, they heard slurred conversation ahead of them, seemingly male in nature. (Y/n) tried to slow their walk, but Art looked back at her and encouraged her to keep up with him. As they grew closer, they passed an alleyway that held a small group of drunks, hearing a whistle of a cat call.
The clown immediately stilled, and (y/n) quickly grew worried.
“Hey, where ya goin’ babes?” One of the men called, stepping out of the alleyway with a bottle in hand. “Not with the mime, I hope.”
Art and (y/n) slowly turned to face the man, their hands still interlocked as she gripped his tighter and stepped closer to him, practically hiding behind him like a scared child.
“Oh, come on, don’t tell me you actually wanna be with the guy!”
“Ey, c’mon man, stop messin’ with them, she’s not worth it.” Another man stepped out, followed by a third to watch the scene play out. Art’s eyebrows furrowed in anger, twisted grin remaining as he set down his bag and quickly reached into it.
“Obviously not if -“ Two shots suddenly pierced through the night air, the second and third men collapsing to the ground while Art aimed a handgun at the first who initiated.
(Y/n)’s hold on his hand moved to his arm, clutching onto it as the bodies began to puddle with blood beneath them. She looked up at Art, his grin replaced with a frown and it sent a chill down her spine. She had only seen him genuinely angry maybe once or twice, and whatever followed was far from pleasant, to say the least.
“H-hey, I was just jokin’ man, I was just jokin’!” The drunk held up his hands in surrender, but the clown wasn’t buying it.
As he continued to ramble and apologize, begging for his life, Art kept the gun pointed at his head. He watched as the man slowly broke in front of him, growing increasingly desperate. Art’s grin then slowly reappeared, giving the man a glimmer of hope.
Then Art suddenly aimed at the man’s thigh and fired, doing the same to his other until he fell to his knees. Art tossed the gun into his bag and rummaged through it further, his face twisting into a sadistic expression when he pulled out a box cutter flashing it to the man as a tease before stalking over to him.
(Y/n) turned around, facing away from the chaos and gore as she plugged her ears to drown out the noise. Even still, the sound seeped through as the man struggled and cried out helplessly. His fight was futile compared to Art’s strength, and the latter simply ragdolled him as if the man was just a child.
When the noise stopped, she unplugged her ears and felt a hand pat her waist, turning to see Art wipe off his now bloodied hands. She turned to see his mess, and his face suddenly grew concerned when she pouted.
“I don’t have my camera.” (Y/n) nearly whined, and Art mimicked her frown.
At first, (y/n) resisted the growing dependency, confused by her attachment. But he began to seep into her thoughts with concerning frequency. The dreams became more vivid, more intimate, filled with his silent adoration as he twisted her perception of reality until he became the center of her world, the only constant in her life, planting seeds of affection until it became impossible to imagine her life without him.
His obsession with her only grew. He would stand over her while she slept during the day, watching her with an almost childlike fascination. When she woke, his silent attention made her feel adored, special. The way he looked at her, possessive yet affectionate. His presence was her comfort, his protection her shield.
Eventually, (y/n) could no longer distinguish where her own desires ended and his began. The thought of being apart from him was unbearable. She began to seek him out during the day when she should have been resting, desperate to be near him.
When they were together, it was a twisted dance of blood and beauty. A duet that no one else could understand. She would create art from his chaos, and he would watch her with silent adoration, the two of them locked in a world where only they existed.
They grew to share a dark, intimate bond. (Y/n), once a quiet and reserved artist, had become consumed by Art - both his work and his presence. He had molded her. And she, willingly or not, had come to love him for it.
As their connection deepened, (y/n) knew that she could never return to the life she had before. The darkness was too intoxicating, the bond too strong.
She belonged to him now, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Thank you all for the lovely comments! I have many more ideas and one-shots to come! Some are a bit more lengthy than others, be warned!🥰
(P.S: Ideas/asks are most definitely welcome 😘)