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REMUS LUPIN

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all remus lupin stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • THE MARAUDERS • 06/25/24

@luveline ✰ shy!reader

@angelfic ✰ calm after the storm the 4 times you hate each other, and the one time you don’t. alternatively, remus lupin is a pain in your arse and yours alone. ✰ furry little secret you find out remus has been keeping a huge secret from you, and only you.

@lupinlongbottom ✰ singed memories Harry finds a photo of Remus and a mysterious girl. He finds that the girl’s name is (Y/N), she was dead. Harry, letting his curiosity get the better of him, asks Remus for the whole story. ✰ babysitting blues Remus and (Y/N) are asked to babysit Harry while Lily and James go away for the weekend. 

@siriuslovebot ✰ mouse the reader has always had a huge crush on remus. the girls find out and marlene accidentally lets it get back to remus. 

@solemnarration ✰ the girl with the books james and sirius notice that it’s not the books that keep remus in the library, and are determined to know whether you – the object of remus’s affection – return his feelings.

@curseofaphrodite ✰ pomegranates fake dating takes a whole new meaning when the two of you realize you'd rather have it be real.

@mangomonk ✰ i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me part 2

@in-between-thighs ✰ kiss me really nicely Remus Lupin is worried he doesn’t know how to properly kiss you, you might have to teach him.

@strawberry-fields-things ✰ amortentia Just when Remus thought he was overcoming his crush for you, you wind up drinking a potion that makes you fall in love with him.

@theemporium ✰ angsty ✰ reader left out part 2

@kquil ✰ not so secret admirer part 2 part 3 you can't hide your adoration for remus lupin and often end up staring at him, good thing he thinks you're really cute

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH the blood princess is living up to her name! I haven't seen such a badass reader in a fic for sooo long. I love how kaz doesnt trust her even after the act but he seems to start to trust her ufff. Cannot wait to see his betrayed look in the end hehehe

Yes I read this fic first thing in the morning. Yes I'm gonna read each part of this every morning like its a morning newspaper. tysm for writing this jenni!

The Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 2

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Silence enveloped the room the moment you said it. Brekker stared at you, you stared at him. Then, the beak dug deeper into your chin - you were pretty sure it was drawing out blood now.

"You think I'm a fool, do you?" he seethed, his voice full of hatred, his eyes blazing. "The infamous Blood Princess herself, is begging for my help to take down Dime Lions, and her own father?"

You nodded, grimacing at the sting. "I found out what Pekka did to my parents. He didn't adopt me after my parents died, like he said he did - he… he killed them. His men beat me up after I found out. Pekka threw me out like trash - said he had other plans for the future of his legacy anyway."

Brekker narrowed his eyes on you. "What plans?"

"My brother."

You knew it was necessary for your plan, for him to trust you, but you still felt your heart skip a beat as if you had made a big mistake, risking Alby. You hoped Brekker didn't notice your expression faltering - he was watching you like a hawk waiting for its prey to come out.

Then, a grin spread into his face. "Pekka has a son? Is it his, his blood and flesh?"

You swallowed. "Yes, but… he's innocent in this."

He scoffed, a scowl on his face deepening again. "Nothing is innocent, especially if it has something to do with Pekka Rollins."

You partially cursed yourself for telling Brekker about Alby - but it was your best bet in this situation, it could be used to your advantage. Protecting Alby from possible harm would be a matter coming in later.

He could be able to trust you better if you told him more about Alby. But he also could grow suspicious of you sharing too much too quickly. You had to be careful with it.

"Promise me you won't hurt him," you said quietly, and Brekker huffed at it, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Do you want to get rid of your father or not? How do I know you’re not bluffing me?”

The cane stung ever so slightly harder into your chin, and you nodded, tears of pain coming into your eyes. “He killed my parents - my real parents. He’s a monster.”

He stared at you a moment longer, and then the sting loosened a bit. A thin trail of blood started going down your neck. You closed your eyes as you sighed in relief - for a moment there you thought you'd leave the room without your head.

“What about a little test?” Brekker asked, and you let out a small breath, meeting his eyes again. "We have had a Dime Lion detained for a few days, after we found him sneaking around the Crow Club, picking up a fight with one of our own. Maybe you could show how bad you really want to get rid of them."

A chance. You smirked. "Oh, gladly."

—

Lorcan sat in the chair, tied up like you were just a couple of hours before. You had been patched up well enough to be able to stand on your own, with Brekker standing behind you, watching you like a hawk.

Poor Lorcan, always been careless when drunk. Your father sometimes threatened to kick him off Dime Lions unless he'd learn to keep the bottle closed, but of course he didn’t listen. He had too much fun drinking himself on the verge of passing out and then going to pick up a fight with Dregs.

You took some dirty water from the bucket in front of Lorcan and splashed it onto his face. His eyes blinked open, and they immediately widened when he recognised you. “O-oh, um, I can explain–”

“Shh,” you interrupted him, putting a finger on his lips. “Save it, Pekka isn’t here to hear them.”

Lorcan let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good.”

You giggled. “No, Lorcan, it’s not good.”

His eyes snapped back up at you - fear flashed in them. “Huh?”

“You see, Lorcan - Pekka betrayed me, I found out something very interesting about my real parents,” you smiled at him, gliding your finger over his jaw. “He killed them, so I have no choice but cut his strings off, and turn to the real future King of Ketterdam.”

You shifted slightly so Lorcan could see Brekker, and his fear slowly melted into horror as it started settling in. “No, you wouldn’t–”

You interrupted him again, “I would.”

He swallowed, staring at you. You could almost hear his thoughts - he knew what would happen next, but like always, the prey hoped for something better. “What are you going to do?”

“You will take a message to Pekka. About me coming for him,” you whispered with a fake smile and patted his cheek. “Will you be a good boy and do that?”

“Yes,” he choked out, and you nodded.

“Such a good boy you are.”

A few hours later, Lorcan had been chopped up and taken in front of the Emerald Palace - Brekker would think it’s a threat for your father, but it would actually be a message of you getting in.

You were allowed to wash yourself at one of the bathrooms, Lorcan had put up quite a fight and his blood had coated you far more than you had thought. But Brekker seemed to be satisfied with how you dealt with the situation and when you came out of the room in fresh clothes, he took a good look at you, narrowing his eyes at you again, but this time in thought.

“I still don’t trust you,” he said, placing his cane in front of him. “But you were… convincing in case it was an act.”

You scowled. “I really do want to get rid of him. He and Dime Lions will burn, with or without your help.”

Brekker hummed, nodding towards the stairs. “Let’s discuss the details in my office.”

You nodded and followed him upstairs, leaving some distance in between you, internally cheering that your plan seemed to be working. Brekker’s will to have revenge would blind him from what really lies under the surface - and you were doing everything you could to keep it that way.

He locked the door before glancing at you looking at the lock, and then gestured to you to sit down in front of his desk. You did, and he took in a deep sigh, limping to the other side of the desk and stared at you again.

He was skilled in finding microexpressions, but fortunately you were just as skilled hiding them. Years of discipline had taught you, and finally, Brekker leaned back on the chair. “How exactly would we tear your father down from his throne?”

“I came to you to make up the best plan,” you started, leaning forward slightly, ignoring the sting in your ribs. “But we need to do it piece by piece, there’s no way we can just march there and burn the place, no. We need to weaken him enough and then set his so-called ‘legacy’ on fire.”

Brekker scoffed and then took a long breath. “Even a child knows that.”

You nodded, meeting his eyes again. You looked at each other for a moment, and your brows furrowed - something in his eyes made some kind of a memory flash through you, a scent of hutspot filling your nose.

You frowned at the feeling, but recovered quickly.

“Yeah, Pekka never taught me the secrets of planning,” you mumbled. “I knew I needed help with it.”

He nodded slowly after a moment, and clenched his jaw. “What you need is to prove to me you're honest with me.”

“I’ll do anything to prove it.”

He narrowed his eyes on you again. “We’ll see about that,” he then said, and laid his gaze down on the parchment in front of him. “You can go. There’s a free room behind the kitchen - it has a bed and a small bathroom. Do not close the door. I will make a decision and tell you in a few hours.”

You nodded, standing up and smoothing out your clothes. “Thank you, Mr. Brekker.”

He didn’t look up at you, and didn't reply - and you got out of his office, making your way to the direction he had instructed you to go.

The moment you arrived at the bottom floor, everything stilled, Dregs stared at you, waiting for you to strike like a viper - and you made your best effort to walk meekly to the kitchen and to the small room hidden behind the corner.

The room was cold, windowless and humid, but you grinned at it. It was slow, but Brekker had nipped the bait already.

Next step would be befriending him, making him trust you, fully believing you were really working with him - and then rip his head off, cut off his strings like your father told you to do and you’d get to watch as his body would float away along the sea, forgotten and defeated. 

And with that thought, you sat down on your bed, readying yourself to sleep a little before Brekker would come to fetch you with his decision.

Soon, he’d find out what Blood Princess really would be capable of, and what a grave mistake he made when he let her stay near him.

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wanted to get back into tumblr fics and choosing your series was definitely the right choice! i love the backstory in this fic. it was just mwah. it didn't drag on and was to the point. I love how the reader is just as badass as kaz and I can't wait for all the twists hehe

also why did i go aww when I read pekka took the reader in after her parents left her to basically die?

The Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 1

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The world is an evil place, and you have to be even worse if you wish to survive.

That was what your father always told you, ever since you were old enough to understand what words meant when put together. He wasn’t exactly a loving father, nor was he hiding who he was from you. From the very start, you were raised to be like him.

Maybe in your little heart, at times you were wondering if it’s right, if it meets your morals, if it’s really what you want. But you had been taught to shut it down - of course it’s right. It’s all you ever knew, and there was no other way.

One of your first memories had Pekka telling you how your parents sold you to him for money, and when he wouldn’t take you, they had told him to throw you to Reaper’s Barge if not else - that you’re a liability to them and not a son they had hoped. So Pekka had taken you in, and raised you to be the future Queen of the Barrel, ruling alongside Alby - the whole city of Ketterdam would be under Rollins rule, and his legacy could live on for centuries.

You were his most feared interrogator - pulling teeth and fingernails out was tame compared to what you would do to anyone who had been acting suspicious. Any snitch and spy would sing the moment you stepped into the room, which spared them their life. They usually still left the room without at least one body part, but at least they were alive.

You had earned yourself a name, a name that was whispered in the streets as you walked there - Blood Princess. It planted fear across the Dime Lion turf, and soon after you stepped in, Pekka no longer had spies and all of his men were kept straight and in order, never disobeying him.

But during the past years, there had been a growing threat in the Barrel - the Dregs had a new dog, and it was a mad one. It got equal fear in Dregs turf and quickly ate up more playground for them from other gangs, which made Dregs the second largest gang from Dime Lions.

At first, Pekka had been interested in this new Dregs member - Dirtyhands they called him. Maybe if he was offered a nice, thick stack of money, he’d leave the old Haskell and start working for Dime Lions instead. Maybe you’d get a friend to play with, Dirtyhands was around your age and seemed like he was equally willing to do things you did.

The boy had taken the money and burned them in front of Pekka, his eyes so full of hate and despise that Pekka almost would have thought he was indeed possessed by a demon, or that's what he told you. You were more than interested to see this Dirtyhands - Kaz Brekker his real name was - yourself, and a few times you did meet him briefly. It wasn’t a real meeting though, you never talked, only stared at each other while Pekka and Haskell were meeting, doing shallow deals, talking about turfs, negotiating after some fights - who crossed whose turf line. Two sides, you were your father’s right hand and Kaz was Haskell’s, you were mainly there to guard each other from doing any tricks.

But after Dregs had started taking small bits of Dime Lions' turf and claiming them as Dreg turf, Pekka snapped. He immediately summoned you to his office, and had an order for you to execute.

“Go to Kaz Brekker, convince him you want to help him get rid of Dime Lions,” he told you. “Do whatever you can to make him believe you, I know you can do it. Make him dance like a marionette. Then, cut off his strings and throw him into the Barge.”

You smirked, nodding. “I already have a story I’ll tell him. But for that, papa, I need to be beaten up.”

Pekka took in a deep breath and nodded towards his goons, and you followed them to another room where you endured an hour of being thrown across the walls, kicked and punched, until you coughed up blood and could barely walk.

Then, you forced yourself to get up and make your way towards the Dregs turf, towards the Slat.

You had a job to do, and it had to be done perfectly.

—

Something wet was splashed on your face, and you opened your eyes with a groan. You were met with a boot, which had an owner who splashed the muddy rain water on your face to wake up.

“Look, Hog. The Princess herself,” someone said, his laugh echoing in your ears and you rolled to your back with a groan.

Get yourself to the Slat.

“Help me,” you squeaked out. The two men laughed again, and you felt the other man nudge you with your boot again.

“A fancy place you got yourself into, Princess. Right in front of the Slat. Brekker will have fun tearing you apart,” the other man, Hog, said and you heard some shuffling. “Dijks, why don’t you get him?”

“Gladly, Hog.”

Slat. Good.

A few moments passed with you just lying there, before the door opened again and you heard an unmistakable sound of a cane clicking. Then, it was dead silent, just the sound of rain and occasional banter further away, as the three men stared at you.

Then, a raspy voice. Stone against stone, Kaz Brekker’s voice, said, “Bring her in. Tie her in the chair in the back room, I’ll deal with her later. Make sure her bindings hold.”

“Gladly, boss.”

You were hoisted up, and you saw everything in a blur. Brekker walked back inside as you were brought in, roughly dragged by these two idiots, Hog and Dijks.

You made a mental note that they’ll get killed next once Brekker is dead.

They threw you on a chair with more power than necessary, and then you saw the other man in front of you, spitting on your face. “My niece almost got killed because of you.”

Almost? Such a big crybaby.

But you knew you had to keep up your facade. “I’m sorry, I’m so–”

He slapped you. “Keep whining to yourself, maybe you’ll get killed faster.”

You shut up then, just sitting there with your head down, waiting for Kaz to appear through the door. And it took half an hour before you heard him walking towards that small, cold room where you sat tied up, being bruised, wet and dirty.

“Leave,” Kaz growled, and the two men immediately left the room, leaving you and Kaz alone. The crow beak of his cane dug to your chin as he forced you to look at him, and the moment you met his dark eyes, you let out a breath.

“Help me,” you whispered, and Kaz tilted his head. His brows furrowed - he was confused. Good.

Then, he scoffed. “Why would I help you?”

You took in a deep breath, trying to force yourself to sit up straighter. Then, you readied yourself to drop the bomb - you had to make it seem like you meant it, like you wanted it - like you were being honest. And if anything you had heard about Kaz Brekker, it was that he wasn’t easy to cheat, it was even impossible to cheat him, and trying it would only get you killed. But, you had a job to do and backing down wasn’t an option.

“I want to help you in getting rid of my father, Pekka Rollins - and to destroy Dime Lions.”

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The Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 1

Read it on AO3 | Read it on Wattpad

The world is an evil place, and you have to be even worse if you wish to survive.

That was what your father always told you, ever since you were old enough to understand what words meant when put together. He wasn’t exactly a loving father, nor was he hiding who he was from you. From the very start, you were raised to be like him.

Maybe in your little heart, at times you were wondering if it’s right, if it meets your morals, if it’s really what you want. But you had been taught to shut it down - of course it’s right. It’s all you ever knew, and there was no other way.

One of your first memories had Pekka telling you how your parents sold you to him for money, and when he wouldn’t take you, they had told him to throw you to Reaper’s Barge if not else - that you’re a liability to them and not a son they had hoped. So Pekka had taken you in, and raised you to be the future Queen of the Barrel, ruling alongside Alby - the whole city of Ketterdam would be under Rollins rule, and his legacy could live on for centuries.

You were his most feared interrogator - pulling teeth and fingernails out was tame compared to what you would do to anyone who had been acting suspicious. Any snitch and spy would sing the moment you stepped into the room, which spared them their life. They usually still left the room without at least one body part, but at least they were alive.

You had earned yourself a name, a name that was whispered in the streets as you walked there - Blood Princess. It planted fear across the Dime Lion turf, and soon after you stepped in, Pekka no longer had spies and all of his men were kept straight and in order, never disobeying him.

But during the past years, there had been a growing threat in the Barrel - the Dregs had a new dog, and it was a mad one. It got equal fear in Dregs turf and quickly ate up more playground for them from other gangs, which made Dregs the second largest gang from Dime Lions.

At first, Pekka had been interested in this new Dregs member - Dirtyhands they called him. Maybe if he was offered a nice, thick stack of money, he’d leave the old Haskell and start working for Dime Lions instead. Maybe you’d get a friend to play with, Dirtyhands was around your age and seemed like he was equally willing to do things you did.

The boy had taken the money and burned them in front of Pekka, his eyes so full of hate and despise that Pekka almost would have thought he was indeed possessed by a demon, or that's what he told you. You were more than interested to see this Dirtyhands - Kaz Brekker his real name was - yourself, and a few times you did meet him briefly. It wasn’t a real meeting though, you never talked, only stared at each other while Pekka and Haskell were meeting, doing shallow deals, talking about turfs, negotiating after some fights - who crossed whose turf line. Two sides, you were your father’s right hand and Kaz was Haskell’s, you were mainly there to guard each other from doing any tricks.

But after Dregs had started taking small bits of Dime Lions' turf and claiming them as Dreg turf, Pekka snapped. He immediately summoned you to his office, and had an order for you to execute.

“Go to Kaz Brekker, convince him you want to help him get rid of Dime Lions,” he told you. “Do whatever you can to make him believe you, I know you can do it. Make him dance like a marionette. Then, cut off his strings and throw him into the Barge.”

You smirked, nodding. “I already have a story I’ll tell him. But for that, papa, I need to be beaten up.”

Pekka took in a deep breath and nodded towards his goons, and you followed them to another room where you endured an hour of being thrown across the walls, kicked and punched, until you coughed up blood and could barely walk.

Then, you forced yourself to get up and make your way towards the Dregs turf, towards the Slat.

You had a job to do, and it had to be done perfectly.

—

Something wet was splashed on your face, and you opened your eyes with a groan. You were met with a boot, which had an owner who splashed the muddy rain water on your face to wake up.

“Look, Hog. The Princess herself,” someone said, his laugh echoing in your ears and you rolled to your back with a groan.

Get yourself to the Slat.

“Help me,” you squeaked out. The two men laughed again, and you felt the other man nudge you with your boot again.

“A fancy place you got yourself into, Princess. Right in front of the Slat. Brekker will have fun tearing you apart,” the other man, Hog, said and you heard some shuffling. “Dijks, why don’t you get him?”

“Gladly, Hog.”

Slat. Good.

A few moments passed with you just lying there, before the door opened again and you heard an unmistakable sound of a cane clicking. Then, it was dead silent, just the sound of rain and occasional banter further away, as the three men stared at you.

Then, a raspy voice. Stone against stone, Kaz Brekker’s voice, said, “Bring her in. Tie her in the chair in the back room, I’ll deal with her later. Make sure her bindings hold.”

“Gladly, boss.”

You were hoisted up, and you saw everything in a blur. Brekker walked back inside as you were brought in, roughly dragged by these two idiots, Hog and Dijks.

You made a mental note that they’ll get killed next once Brekker is dead.

They threw you on a chair with more power than necessary, and then you saw the other man in front of you, spitting on your face. “My niece almost got killed because of you.”

Almost? Such a big crybaby.

But you knew you had to keep up your facade. “I’m sorry, I’m so–”

He slapped you. “Keep whining to yourself, maybe you’ll get killed faster.”

You shut up then, just sitting there with your head down, waiting for Kaz to appear through the door. And it took half an hour before you heard him walking towards that small, cold room where you sat tied up, being bruised, wet and dirty.

“Leave,” Kaz growled, and the two men immediately left the room, leaving you and Kaz alone. The crow beak of his cane dug to your chin as he forced you to look at him, and the moment you met his dark eyes, you let out a breath.

“Help me,” you whispered, and Kaz tilted his head. His brows furrowed - he was confused. Good.

Then, he scoffed. “Why would I help you?”

You took in a deep breath, trying to force yourself to sit up straighter. Then, you readied yourself to drop the bomb - you had to make it seem like you meant it, like you wanted it - like you were being honest. And if anything you had heard about Kaz Brekker, it was that he wasn’t easy to cheat, it was even impossible to cheat him, and trying it would only get you killed. But, you had a job to do and backing down wasn’t an option.

“I want to help you in getting rid of my father, Pekka Rollins - and to destroy Dime Lions.”

--

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regulus black x gn!reader

411 words

description: you and regulus are complete opposites, yet you couldn’t be happier together.

(sorry i died for a month. i don’t really like this but i wanted to post something again)

Regulus Black is, by all means, a quiet person. He keeps to himself and his select group of friends and to all else he is a dark and intimidating person.

You are a social butterfly, bouncing around various groups of friends from every house, smiling everywhere you go. All in all, you’re the opposite of Regulus Black.

Which is why it came as a shock to everyone the day he bid a goodbye to you, when you went to sit with your separate friends, by pressing a quick kiss on your cheek.

Though over time everyone around you both became accustomed to small occasional gestures of affection between the two of you, that is everyone except for Regulus.

He still finds it completely inconceivable that you, basically the sun to him, want to be with him.

So he still jumps a little when you suddenly appear behind him in the hall, wrapping your arms around his waist whilst he is in the middle of a idiotic conversation with Barty.

The second he hears your voice, all bubbly and excited, all thoughts of that previous conversation were out the window.

“Regulus!” You gasp excitedly as you squeeze around his waist gently.

“Hello, love.” He responds while quickly turning himself around in your arms to face you.

“You won’t believe what happened in transfiguration today!” You say while bouncing up and down on your toes.

Regulus quirks an eyebrow as a silent gesture of telling you to continue.

“Okay, okay, so..” You begin to ramble excitedly about some silly thing James had done to impress Lily, but Regulus wasn’t exactly listening.

Well of course he was listening, he listens to everything you’ve ever said, but at this very moment he was enraptured by just watching you.

The way your eyes sparkle in the light beaming in from the windows, how your hair is slightly messed up from the school day, but especially the glowing smile on your face as you talk a mile a minute.

Eventually Regulus snaps out of his little trance, glancing behind your head seeing Barty and Evan laughing and mocking Regulus, who's always been stone cold, melting before their eyes.

But what snaps them all out of their silent mocking, is when you finish your story.

“I mean I just can’t believe Lily finally agreed to a date with him.”

All three boys snap to your face when you say that and at once they speak.

“She said yes??”

-

"Not all men" you are right, Remus Lupin would never.

Imagine Sherlock constantly barging into your apartment…

The key turned in the door as the locked clicked to allow you passage into your apartment. Pulling the groceries into the room, you were busy thinking of which bags held the frozen items when you looked up and saw the calamity being conducted inside by the detective downstairs.

You had told him repeatedly not to enter your home without your consent and most certainly, not to touch anything!

“It’s like you get a kick out of pressing my buttons.” You asked, setting the bags down at your feet.

Your favourite clock had been taken off the wall and dismantled. The books were scattered along the tables and floors and Sherlock appeared to have taken creative liberty with your mantelpiece decor.

Shaking your head, you had had enough. “I can’t do it anymore - you win. I’m moving out.”

Sherlock, not expecting that to be the response, frowned. “What?”

“Moving out.” You repeated. “It’s clear that you hate having me around. I thought that staying here would be nice - that it would be easier to consult with you on cases but obviously not.”

You grabbed your coat from the back of the chair and moved in the direction of the door.

“I don’t come here because I don’t like you. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Sherlock said.

Stopping what you were doing, you turned around. Sherlock was now looking at you. His face harbouring a light smile.

“I enjoy spending time with you and yes, sometimes I irritate you and disrupt your life but it’s because I don’t know how to ask for your company.”

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I Will Find You

"I will find you."

With a promising squeeze of her hand, he had repeated the words "I will" before pushing her further into the escape pod, and fading away into his usual green glow.

That was the last time (Y/N) had seen him, or even heard from him. That was on the Statesman. When the ship with Asgardian refugees was under attack, (Y/N) had wanted to stay back and fight, for she was the commander of the army under Loki's rule. But her king - the only one she had truly been loyal to - had ordered her to mind the safety of the people escaping to Earth.

"We Odinsons will handle it here," he had said with his usual confident smirk.

But, for the first time in her life, she could not trust her king. Her fear - or maybe it was her instincts - had told her otherwise.

Several months ago, when Loki used to sit unchallenged on the throne of Asgard, he had described to her, in confidence, the ruthlessness of Thanos's ambitions, the extent to which this Titan could go in order to fulfill his dreams. And he was not the least ashamed to confide in her that he was scared of him; that even the thought of that monster scraped chills down his spine.

Despite all these, Loki had gone off to fight him. To save his people. To save his brother. All (Y/N) could do was beg the Norns for his safe return.

But apparently, the Norns did not hear her pleas. Thor had returned but without his brother, without the love of (Y/N)'s life. Without her betrothed.

New Asgard was built and, even though it took a lot of emotional effort and time, the survivors had gradually started calling it home.

But not (Y/N). Her home had a heartbeat. It had a warm embrace and caresses of soothing lips. Her home had magic radiating from his fingers.

And it was all gone. She had no home now.

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Why Didn’t We Work Out?

Summary: James Potter had two girlfriends in his seventh year at Hogwarts. Y/N Y/L/N, who he dated for five months; and Lily Evans, who he dated afterwards. When he’s dared to call one of his exes, guess who’s number he dials…

A/N: timeline for reference: reader and James dated sept-feb. James and Lily dated mar-aug. This takes place one year after graduation. 3.8k word count

It was a Friday afternoon and everyone was all gathered at James’ apartment having a few drinks to kick off the weekend. As the empty bottles started piling up, they got the idea to play truth or dare, courtesy of the deck of cards Sirius found on his way to the flat. They were all still laughing at what Dorcas confessed to when Sirius nodded at James.

“Alright Prongs, you’re next.” he says, practically bouncing in his seat.

James, ever one for theatrics, picks up the deck of cards and shuffles it around before picking a card from the bottom and turning it over.

“What does it say?” Alice asks impatiently.

“Call your ex and ask why it didn't work out and if they’d ever consider giving it another chance.” James says before putting the card down.

Everyone hollers at the task before Marlene manages to calm them all down.

“Guys! Shut it! I wanna know who he’s gonna call.” She says before turning to James. “So? Who’s it gonna be?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asks, “It’s gotta be Evans.”

“No-“ Alice disagrees.

“Who else would it be?” Sirius asks.

Everyone argues back and forth while James sits quietly, wondering who to call. He knows who he wants to call, but he doesn’t know if they’d want to speak with him.

“This could change everything,” Marlene says, ever the romantic, “This could be your second chance, James. You should call the one you miss the most.”

“The only one you’ve ever really loved.” Dorcas agrees.

“The one that got away.” Alice says softly, a knowing look in her eyes.

“So, Evans.” Sirius repeats, causing everyone to either laugh or roll their eyes at him.

James doesn’t pay them any mind, he continues to stare at Alice, releasing a shaky breath when she nods encouragingly at him. Of all his friends and classmates, somehow Alice was the only one who knew his true feelings. While James assured everyone that he was fine when he and Y/N broke up, Alice had been the one to stumble upon James crying one day. He had confessed that he missed you and Alice had told him that she did as well.

She didn’t think you’d stop talking to everyone else when you guys broke up. She knew you had your own set of friends prior to dating James, but she had hoped that you’d still hang out with them every now and then. Considering that Marlene and Dorcas were already best friends, leaving Alice to be the third wheel among them, she had enjoyed having a girlfriend of her own, and cherished your company. It hurt Alice to see you pass them by in the Great Hall, not even glancing at them, as you made your way to the far end where your friends were.

Alice had tried to convince James to talk to you, to which he always refused, stating that it was done. After a while, everyone got back to teasing James about Lily, putting you on the back burner, and when he and Lily finally started dating, you were all but forgotten; being brought up only in passing, remembering something funny you had done, before moving on to something else. No matter how much time had passed, Alice always saw the sadness in James whenever you were brought up. His smile always seemed dimmer and his eyes filled with longing. Even if James had managed to fool everyone into thinking you were just a girl he dated for a few months, a girl that he was over; Alice knew that was far from the truth. That being said, he picks up the phone with shaky hands.

“Guys he’s calling!” Marlene shouts excitedly.

“Put it on speaker!” Sirius demands, causing everyone to cheer in agreement.

James types the number and presses “call”, nervously bouncing his leg up and down.

“She might not even answer.” he tells the group, though it sounds more like he’s trying to convince himself.

“What if this isn’t even her number anymore? What if she somehow knows this is my number and lets it go to voicemail?” He asks, looking at his friends.

This comment causes most of them to furrow their brows in confusion, wondering who he could be talking about, considering he and Lily still talk on occasion. But if he wasn’t calling Lily, then who?

The phone continues to ring, causing a pit to form in James’ stomach. “I don’t think she’s gonna-“

“Hello?” a feminine voice asks on the other line. The woman can be heard talking to someone in the background, wishing them a good weekend. She gets a chorus of “you too” in return before a door opens and closes shut.

“Hello?” The voice asks again. Remus reaches over and smacks James on the arm, snapping him out of his stupor.

“H-hi, hey!,” James stutters. “Y/N?” he asks, causing his friends to look at each other in confusion. You and James dated for a few months at Hogwarts but they didn’t think it was that serious. Not serious enough for him to call you instead of Lily for this dare. After all, he had spent years pining after Lily, not you.

“…yes?” you ask into the phone. Your voice comes off soft yet confused.

“Hey,” he says again, and then rolls his eyes at himself, “It’s James.” he breathes out.

“Who?” you ask, causing his heart to drop. “Wait, sorry, hold on really quick.”

Everyone hears you fumble with your phone for a bit before your voice rings out again, this time sounding louder than before.

“Hello?” you ask again, checking if the sound is better.

“Hi,” James answers, not knowing what else to say.

“Oh, that’s much better. Sorry about that,” you laugh softly, “Who is this?” you ask again.

“It’s James…” he says with a grimace, half expecting you to hang up on him.

“James…” you repeat, as if you’re in thought. “James from Hogwarts?”

“Yeah…” James answers, looking at Remus who just shrugs his shoulders. James from Hogwarts, he thinks to himself, that’s what she remembers me as?

“Oh shit,” you curse, surprise evident in your voice, “I didn’t recognize you. Your voice sounds so different on the phone.”

Everyone snickers at your comment.

“How’d you get this number?” you ask and immediately, the laughter stops.

“I uh…I ran into your friend Charlotte like a week after we graduated and I asked her for it.” James says sheepishly. He hopes nobody comments on the fact that that’s a long time to have someone’s number and not call them.

“And she gave it to you?”

“Well I say ‘asked’ but it was more like begging,” James admits, blushing as remembers following her around as she did her shopping, pleading with her to give him your number.

“Huh. So what do you want?”

“Just needed to ask you a question, love.” he tells you, the term of endearment slipping out without him even realizing.

“Okay…” you trail off, unsure of what’s to come.

“How are you?” James finds himself asking instead.

“How am I?” you repeat with an incredulous laugh. “You called me to ask me how I am?”

“No, sorry.” James shakes his head, even though you can’t see it. “That’s not the question. But I do want to know.”

“I’m fine.” you say simply.

“Yeah?” James asks, a soft smile on his lips as he talks with you.

“Yeah.” you confirm, wishing he’d just hurry up and get to the point already. “So…”

“Why didn’t it work out? Between us, I mean…” James asks breathlessly, finally asking the question that’s been plaguing his thoughts for the past two years.

“James,” you sigh, “Why are you asking this now?”

“I don’t know,” James says honestly, ignoring the stares of his friends. “It’s always bothered me; not knowing why you broke up with me. But no matter how badly I wanted to reach out to you- to ask you- I just didn’t. I was too scared. But I-I need to know what happened. Can you- from your perspective- can you tell me why we didn’t work?”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, “I just felt like you didn’t love me.”

“What?” James asks, horrified. “Why- how could you possibly think that?”

“Come on,” you scoff, “You know-“

“No, I don’t,” James interrupts, shaking his head furiously. “I-I thought I was a good boyfriend. I thought-“

“You were,” you coo, feeling the need to reassure him. “It wasn’t all bad. You were funny and kind. You were caring. You were patient with me and my short temper and you always managed to make me smile whenever something was bothering me.”

“And your friends,” you sigh, causing them all to perk up at their mention. “They welcomed me into their group with open arms. They never made me feel like an outsider. I-I studied with Remus, I would play-fight with Sirius; Alice and I would have sleepovers all the time and stay up talking and giggling until three a.m.”

“Then…why?” James repeats, even more confused. If everything was as great as you said, why break up?

“I…I’m not an idiot, James. Even though we weren’t in the same circle, I knew about Lily. Merlin, the whole of Hogwarts did. Through the years, I would hear in passing every now and again about you two. I knew you fancied her. I knew she had been the only one you had ever been serious about, which is why I was so confused when you started paying attention to me.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I thought you were beautiful? That I enjoyed your company?” James asks.

“No, but us crossing paths was a chance encounter.” you stress. “We had been taking the same classes since first year, James. But it wasn’t until Professor McGonagall changed the seating arrangement in seventh year that you finally noticed me. Do you remember why I turned you down the first couple of times?”

“You said you didn’t want to cause any problems between me and Lily. But I told you there was nothing going on between us.” James tells you, growing frustrated.

“Yes, but your actions told me otherwise. How many times did I see you playing with her hair, or whispering in her ear?”

“I was talking with her,” James defends.

“You were flirting with her!” you correct. “You were dating me and flirting with her. I don’t know how you didn’t realize it when everyone else in the bloody school did.”

“Do you have any idea what that was like?” you ask harshly. “Having to hear day in and day out for months ’oh, it’s just a ploy. He’s doing it to get Evans’ attention, and I think it’s working. It’s only a matter of time before one of them makes a move’”

“And then I go to you, my boyfriend, for reassurance, and I don’t get any. Instead, my feelings are brushed off and I’m called, what was the word again? Oh, right, delusional. Yes, I loved you, but I couldn’t do it anymore, James.”

“And anyway,” you huff, clearly worked up by this conversation, “This was two years ago, I don’t understand why you’re calling me now asking me why it didn’t work out. If you were so bothered by the break up, why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because I wanted you to be happy!” James shouts, standing up from his seat. He moves away from the couch and starts pacing the living room, running his free hand through his hair in frustration.

“I feel like we should give them some privacy,” Marlene whispers to the group.

“Shh!” Sirius shushes her, waving her off.

“I loved you so much, I would have done anything for you to be happy. That’s why I let you go without putting up a fight. I was doing what you wanted.” James sighs dejectedly.

“What I wanted?” you repeat skeptically. “What I wanted was for you to fight for me! For us! I wanted you to show me and everyone else at that damn school that I was the girl for you; that I was the girl you wanted! But you didn’t do that!”

“Instead, you went running to Lily!” you laugh coldly, “Just like everyone knew you would!”

“That’s not fair,” James says, sadly. “If I had known that you-“

“That I loved you? That I wanted to be with you?” you interrupt. “What? Would we still be together right now? Married, living in a nice little cottage, a couple of kids running around?”

Beep.

“Y/N-“

“You’re right,” you sigh, “I’m being too harsh. If you didn’t know that, then clearly I wasn’t the best girlfriend either.”

Beep.

“Merlin’s beard, what is that noise?” James asks exasperatedly.

“My phone, letting me know the battery’s about to die. Good timing, too.” you huff.

“You were a bad boyfriend, and I was a bad girlfriend. That’s why it didn’t work out between us. Let’s leave it at that.” you say quickly, rushing to finish the conversation before your phone dies.

“I hope everything works out between you and Lily. Or whoever you’re seeing now. Truly, I do. Take care, James. Do not call me again. I won’t answer.”

And with that the phone call ends. James stands there, in the middle of his living room, staring at the phone in his hand. It’s silent for a few seconds before Dorcas awkwardly claps her hands, getting everyone’s attention.

“Alright, who’s next?” She asks, softly. The fun atmosphere ruined by the heaviness of the phone call.

“You guys go ahead,” James says, making his way towards the door.

“Mate, where are you going?” Remus asks, standing from his seat.

James freezes at the door and turns around, making his way back to the living room.

“It’s not over yet.” he says with a shake of his head.

James reaches for his card on the table and hands it to Remus, before heading towards the door again, dialing someone else and putting the phone to his ear.

“Still gotta ask if she’d consider giving us another chance.” he tells them before speaking into the receiver.

“Hi, Charlotte? It’s James! Yeah, James Potter. Listen, can you curse me out another time? I need Y/N’s address. Why? Well apparently she broke up with me because she thought I didn’t love her. And I didn’t do anything to stop her because I thought she didn’t love me. Yeahhh, so I need her address so I can tell her that that wasn’t the case at all. Brilliant! Thanks, bye!”

Everyone stands in silence, unsure of what to do now.

“Should we keep playing?” Sirius asks.

“Or pack up and call it a night?” Remus adds.

They all stare at each other for a moment before Alice bolts from her seat and rushes to the door.

“I’m too invested in this! I need to know how it ends! James!” she calls, running down the steps, “Wait for me!”

Everyone else is quick to rush out the door, chasing after James and Alice into the night.

[ t i m e s k i p ]

You’ve just come out of the shower when there’s a hard knock at your door. Not expecting anyone tonight, you stand up with a confused frown on your face.

Running your fingers through your damp hair in an attempt to make yourself look presentable, you head towards the front door. The knocking has gone from rapid, consistent taps to a heavy fist pounding against the wood. The door shakes so much, you’re scared it’ll fall off its hinges. With your wand gripped tightly in your hand, you yank it open, only to become more confused at the sight that greets you.

James Potter stands on your porch; out of breath and hair disheveled as he stares at you. Looking past his shoulder, you see all his friends standing on the sidewalk. Sirius, Remus, Peter, Frank, Alice, Marlene, and Dorcas are all watching you as well. Alice has a beaming smile on her face as she waves enthusiastically at you, clearly happy to see you again. You awkwardly raise your hand at them in greeting before turning your focus back to James.

“I know you said you didn’t want me to call you again-“

“So you show up at my house unannounced?!” You shriek.

“And why are they here?” you ask, gesturing to his friends.

“They followed me!” James shrugs helplessly.

“What are you even doing here?” you ask, rubbing your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of the headache you feel coming on.

“To tell you, in person, that I did love you.” James says, releasing a shaky breath.

“….Alright. Thanks for stopping by.” You nod at him. You try to close the door, only for James to push it back open with his hand.

“No, Y/N, listen to me. I’m sorry for whatever I did that made you initially doubt my feelings for you. I’m sorry I was a tosser that didn’t listen to you when you tried to tell me what was bothering you.” James tells you sincerely.

“It’s okay,” you shrug.

“It’s not.” he says with a shake of his head. “I should've told you all this back then, and I don’t know why I didn’t. But I’m telling you now. Yes, I fancied Lily for years but that stopped the moment I met you.”

You roll your eyes at that and James grabs your hands, squeezing them once before continuing.

“I don’t know how you did it, but one interaction with you and I was hooked. Nothing else mattered and nobody else compared. I found myself looking for you in the great hall and in between classes. I’d ask around about you because I wanted to know everything that there was to know about you. I felt an actual ache in my chest whenever you turned me down. It was so bad I had to see Madam Pomfrey about it because I honestly thought I had an arrhythmia.” he says, which causes you to laugh and roll your eyes again, this time in affection.

“I didn’t fight for you then, so I’m fighting for you now. The truth is I liked Lily; but I only ever loved you.”

You widen your eyes and gasp at his confession. Somewhere on the sidewalk, someone, most likely Alice squeals.

“I loved you on that first day, when you shared your inkwell with me after I forgot mine in the dorm. I loved you when you watched all my quidditch matches, even though you weren’t a fan of the sport. I loved you when you hung out with my friends, even when I wasn’t there and when you spent Christmas with me and my parents.”

You bring a hand up to wipe your eyes before placing it back in James’ hold. You sniffle and grin at him, chin quivering as you do.

“I loved you every second that I dated you. I loved you when you broke up with me. I loved you the whole time I dated Lily, which sounds horrible-“ James admits, causing you to laugh.

“But it’s true. That’s actually the reason we broke up.” he admits, “I couldn’t be with her- or anyone for that matter- when my heart belonged to you.”

“I loved you then and I love you now.” James tells you, gazing lovingly into your eyes. “And I need to know if there’s even the slightest possibility of you loving me too? I know I let you down last time. But-“

James doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Having heard enough, you surge forward, getting on your tiptoes to place your lips against his. James immediately brings his hands up, cupping your face gently as he kisses you back. When you pull away, he follows, placing another chaste kiss against your lips. James kisses you all over your face, causing you to giggle before he leans his forehead against yours.

“James,” you call softly.

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.”

“I can’t” he tells you with a shake of his head, forehead still pressed against your own.

“Why not?“

“Because I’m scared this isn’t real. I don’t want to open my eyes and realize it was just a dream.”

“Does this feel real?” you ask, squeezing his hand with your own.

“Yes.”

“What about this?”

Your other hand comes up to cup his cheek. James sighs at the warmth, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Yes.” he nods, slightly.

“Then open your eyes, Jamie.”

James takes a shaky breath in before slowly peeking his eyes open. Once he sees that you are in fact, still there, he releases the breath he was holding. James tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your face in his hands.

“I love you.” you tell him, cheeks warming at the look of complete awe that he gives you.

James kisses you again before pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I love you” he whispers into your ear, causing you to smile.

It’s only when Alice squeals loudly that you remember everyone else was still there. You pull back and share a shy smile with James before turning towards his group of friends that have been standing on the sidewalk.

“I guess I should invite you guys in?” you say, glancing at James briefly before turning towards the group again. “I can order some pizza and you guys can fill me in on what you’ve all been up to.”

Alice is the first to run up your steps, shoving James to the side and pulling you into a tight hug.

“I missed you so much!” she exclaims as she makes her way into your home.

Everyone else slowly makes their way inside, either hugging you or giving you a quick pat on the shoulder in greeting.

You’re about to head inside when James pulls you back.

“What? What is it?” you ask, looking up at him worriedly.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, gazing at you with a soft smile. “Just wanted one last moment with you before we head in.”

You roll your eyes and grab his hand, pulling him behind you as you walk in.

“You’re acting like you’re never gonna see me again.”

“Am I?” James asks.

“Only for the rest of your life.” you tell him, pulling his face towards yours for another kiss.

“Um, enough of that!” Sirius calls out, “I believe we were promised pizza??”

her home was wherever he was.

AWWWWW

their relationship at first was stolen glances, half quirked lips, small nods and feather like touches on the shoulders. it was searching of the other's eye in a room full of people and it was staying awake till three in the morning, waiting for your other half to come back from a job.

ON THE FLOOR CRYING STOPPP

"it's a ring?" kaz swallowed as he felt the world grew hot and held his cane a bit tighter.

I- I- GIRL WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT OMGGG OMGG

"because in order to marry someone, you actually have to love them. we don't have that."

I LOVE THIS FIC SMM MWAH I LOVE UUU IM CRYIN BUT I LOV E UU

crestfallen on the landing

summary : he was really grateful that she didn't ask anything of him, but one day, she finally does.

pairing : kaz brekker x reader

warnings : language, angst

author's note : HIIIIIIII!! im so fucking sorry everyone for being so inactive on updating here, i really am. but im here now!! i'll try my best to be on here more regularly :'),,, so kaz might be a bit ooc here and this is pure angst okay?? let me know if u want a part ii,, love u a sm <3 requests are open!!!

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y/n y/l/n had her fair share of regrets in her life.

she had made mistakes—some of which she could never come back from but in the end, if someone were to ask her if she was happy, she wouldn't have thought twice about saying yes.

she hadn't had the perfect life, but in the rundown building, full of life with her closest friends—family was a better word; she knew that it wouldn't get better than this.

but then kaz came along.

it wasn't as if he wasn't there before—he was, but he was just kaz then. kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel, dirtyhands, owner of the crow club, leader of the dregs—an asshole to the ones close to him.

but now, he was kaz.

the love of her life, the man who could talk hours on the hand about the most complex and near impossible heist and she would consider it music. the man whom she had loved more than she had ever loved anything, the one who made the dark alleys of the barrel seem like her home and it was.

her home was wherever he was.

he made the small rundown building with a crooked structure and broken staircase feel like home. just like he made the four walls of his office appear like a paradise to her.

their relationship hadn't really been a surprise to the crows, but still, it was a pretty big deal. curses were thrown around, people were threatened and money was made but the crows had never been happier with these two.

their relationship at first was stolen glances, half quirked lips, small nods and feather like touches on the shoulders. it was searching of the other's eye in a room full of people and it was staying awake till three in the morning, waiting for your other half to come back from a job.

then, it was calm. it was catching your lover's eyes from across the room and feeling your heartbeat slow down. it was looking over your shoulder and knowing that they had your back. it was finding your favourite coffee on the dining table in the morning when you woke up late and it was having your favourite thing for lunch at your desk without asking.

and now, y/n hoped it would be eyes that spoke a thousand words, meaningful glances and a lifelong aggreement on the roof where they had first met.

she hoped it would a lifetime of happiness.

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if there was one thing kaz brekker liked about y/n y/l/n, it was that she never asked anything of him.

she never complained about lack of physical contact, she never disagreed with him on the topic of his job and she never asked him to push more than he could.

she understood and he swore that for a moment, he believed that he could love her.

never in a million years to come, he would've been able to guess that he'd have someone. someone he could truly call his own.

in his mind, his relationship was pretty simple. it wasn't kisses in the dark and hands on her waist, it was small whispers in the alleys before a job and it was the slight touch of his gloves on her hands before he went off on a job.

they were great together, kaz knew that much. and they didn't really have problems in their relationship except for the occasional fight about changing the wallpaper in his office and decorating the slat—something both jesper and nina backed her up on.

which is why, he was surprised when she asked him to meet her on the rooftop where they had first met.

and he was even more surprised to see her sitting with her back to the railing, fiddling with her fingers and tapping her foot rhythmically.

"y/n?" kaz called out, his voice a rasp from the december cold. he was wearing his usual attire but regretted not wearing more layers when y/n told him to.

"kaz—hi!" y/n stood up from her place on the ground swiftly and made her way to where he was standing near the exit with her satchel clutched tightly in her hands.

"you wanted to meet me here?" kaz questioned, trying his absolute best not to let his voice come out all cold and demanding but he knew that y/n wouldn't make anything if it.

"oh, yes—" y/n trailed away and for a moment, kaz thought he saw panic and fear in her eyes but she quickly turned away and kaz decided that it was just a trick of the moonlight. "—one second, it's here. please, saints, don't tell me i forgot it—"

kaz watched her with slightly upturned lips as she looked through her satchel and shook his head to remain more serious.

"what is it?"

"have patience, i almost found it."

"found wha—"

his voice trailed away as y/n sighed with relief and turned to him with something in her hand and kaz almost wished that the moon was tricking him and that it was just a play of light.

"it's a ring?" kaz swallowed as he felt the world grew hot and held his cane a bit tighter.

"it's an antique ring," y/n corrected.

"and—" kaz struggled to say the next words, praying to all the saints that inej believed in that she would just say that she had brought it to show it to him. that's all. "—why do you have it?"

y/n's smile had faded a bit but she she shook her head, smiling more brightly than she was before and held out her hand, a good few inches away from kaz, holding the ring up so that he could see it.

"it's—uh," y/n spoke in a whisper, her eyes flickering across kaz's face in uncertainty, "it's for you."

kaz sucked in a sharp breath and looked down. when he looked up, there was not trace of a smile on y/n's face.

"i—" kaz stopped as he tried to string sentences together in his mind in a way that sounded the least harsh, "don't know what to say."

"you and not knowing what to say?" y/n laughed sadly and kaz wanted nothing more than to take back what had already escaped his mouth and make it right. "i mean—deep down i knew this was a possibility but i—i ruled it out. my mistake, right there."

"y/n—" kaz started but she help you her hand and he grew quiet.

"why—i mean, i know that we're still young but we're almost in our late twenties and i know that our lifestyle is not ideal for having a life full of domesticity but we don't have to do that—" y/n spoke rapidly, sounding like it hurt to speak, "—we can be kaz and y/n, stealing from the rich and living in the slat. why, kaz? why?"

kaz brekker didn't have a reason.

he didn't have a reason as to why he couldn't say yes to her. he didn't have a have a reason why it was so hard for him to finally accept something good and something pure and not tainted in life.

but because he was kaz brekker, he always had to get in the last world but this time, he almost wished saints cut his tongue cause nothing would ever make him forget the look on her face as he spoke.

"because in order to marry someone, you actually have to love them. we don't have that."

it had been a blur after that. there was a door slammed and he could practically hear inej sharping her knives to kill him. it had started raining but kaz took no notice.

guilt blossomed in his chest, regret was wrapping like poison ivy around him and cutting off his breath till he was was choking in the blood of the love that he may had killed.

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for y/n, it had been months since she was not able to tell the difference between the rain and her tears.

she made her way threw the narrow alleys, her dagger out and positioned in her hand like it was meant to kill and on a night like this, it was.

she quickly reached the slat and made her way up the stairs to her room, just wanting to lay in bed and add another regret to her list.

she had just finished changing from her wet clothes when a knock sounded at the door—a rhythmic pattern that she herself had taught the sharpshooter.

"jes, i really don't wanna talk right now," y/n called out weakly, her voice giving out halfway between and she cursed as she knew that he would definitely come in now. "just—close the door."

"hey," jesper peeked out from behind the door, taking in her tear stained cheeks and frowned. "what happened?"

"uh—i," y/n's voiced cracked and jesper instantly took a seat beside her on her bed and placed a hand on her should, "i messed it all up."

"don't say that," jesper protested as he wiped her tears. "no, whatever happened, we'll figure it out. what did he say?"

"he didn't have to say anything for me to know that it was 'no' from him," y/n said as she sniffled, the ring feeling so heavy in her pocket. "it's about what he said after."

"oh no, what'd he say?" jesper's face dropped and y/n almost wanted to smile at how horror struck he looked.

"he said that in order for people to marry, they have to love eachother and him and i don't have that," y/n said and her eyes instantly started to sting as his voice played on a loop over and over again in her head.

"okay, wow," jesper scoffed as he looked away. "i—i cannot be—"

his voice muffled after that as y/n pulled out the ring from her pocket and stared at the initials she had gotten engraved. a small 'k' for kaz and a crow next to it.

she looked over it in her hand and wondered that if that ring was so ugly that it made kaz say no.

"—and to say that—"

"is the ring ugly?" y/n interrupted wylan from his rant as she shoved the ring in his face.

"...what?"

"the ring. is it ugly?" y/n repeated slowly.

"uh—no, it's not," jesper spoke, although a bit confused.

"am i ugly?"

"what?! no, of course not, y/n/n," jesper said seriously, looking at her through crazed eyes. "what made you think that?"

"is there something wrong with me then?" y/n ignored his questions, her head running wild.

"no! no. no, listen to me," jesper started as took the ring out of her hand and placed it on her bedside table, "there's nothing wrong with you. you're perfect and anyone would so lucky to have you. kaz is an idiot who doesn't know what's in front of him and i'm telling you, he's gonna regret it—letting you go, that is.

"now, chin up and get some rest," jesper finished with a soothing smile as he stood up. "saints know you need."

"i'll tell the others in the morning," y/n nodded, moving the stacks of papers on her bed to the floor, "yeah, that sounds good."

"okay," jesper agreed, "but don't feel compelled to do so, alright? tell everyone else on your own accord."

"i will," y/n smiled at her friend gratefully before getting up and hugging him. "thank you, jes. i honestly don't know what i would do without you."

"you won't have to ever find out," jesper said, hugging her just as tightly, "i promise. i'll be here, forever and a day after that."

y/n couldn't say anything but with the way she hugged him with everything in her and whispered a 'thank you', she knew that jesper understood everything she wanted to say.

the two parted for the night and y/n returned to her bed, and stared at the ring in silence.

a moment passed and then another one and before she could stare any longer, she quickly placed the ring in one of the many drawers and turned off the lamp.

sighing heavily, she stared at the ceiling and before she even knew, she was clutching her stomach, and her hand was on her mouth, muffling the heart shattering sobs that slipped out like red wine and tainted her pillow.

her whole body shook as she drew in shaking breathes—or at least tried to. before she could even inhale properly, another sob made its way out of her chest and it hurt all over again.

she felt the pain in her chest, in the stomach and in her head. it was excruciating and painful and the worst of it all was that she believed that it was fine.

it was fine because that was how she had expected it be—loving kaz.

she knew that she'd never have the that love that nina and matthias had or jesper and wylan and she was fine with it.

she had always thought that in that end, it'd be silencing screams and painful words and barbed wired voices. but she never would've thought that it'd be a muted decison, ragged breaths and silences that felt deafening.

as she drew in another shaky breath, she swore that for a moment, she wondered if this was what the poets meant by death by a broken heart.

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kinktober '22 ║ Ⅰ

pairing: pero tovar x f!reader x ezra (prospect)

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 2.5k

summary: after coming to a new city, you find yourself in your hotel room with two unbelievably attractive men.

warnings: modern!pero, modern!ezra, double penetration, mlm dynamics (kissing), group s.ex, piv, ass eating, creampie, oral (giving & receiving), dirty talking, a lil'bit of spit play, fingering (vaginal & anal)

a/n: and here we are, the first day of kinktober! hope you guys enjoy all the filth-- a special thanks to @pedrito-friskito for beta-ing and cheering me on during all of this 💜💜

You don’t remember how you ended up with two dazzling men in a hotel room. Your hotel room, to be precise. You met them at the bar below, Ezra and Pero. Both of them chatty, both of them having mesmerizing dark eyes. They bought you drinks, let you talk about your work and how you knew nothing about this city, and before you knew it the three of you were climbing up to your hotel room. 

The two were quick to strip you and lay you upon the bed. Ezra took his place between your quivering thighs, burying his tongue deep in your cunt while Pero occupied himself by kissing you silly. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, teeth gently nibbling on your flesh as he licked the inside of your mouth. Everything was happening so fast. Pleasure rushing up and down your body. Ezra groans as he tastes you, the curve of his nose moving along your clit, making you slicker than you can ever remember. Pero moves away from your lips momentarily, his cock in his fist as he looks down to Ezra. You can briefly see the fire in his eyes. 

“Make her nice and wet for us,” he groans, capturing the bead of leaking precum with the swipe of his fingers. “She is going to need it all if she is going to take us both, no?”

Ezra hums as a response, fingers suddenly making their way through your folds and sliding inside of you. Pero chuckles when your lips part with a gasp, his gaze falls back to you, thumb pulling down your bottom lip as his smile shifts into something darker. Your pulse quickens at the look. He comes closer to you, stroking himself languidly, he lays the tip of his cock between your lips. 

“Want a taste, mi vida?” 

Your tongue swipes at the slit, his salty taste coating your tongue, your eyes flutter close, back arching and pushing more of yourself into Ezra’s sinful mouth. You nod, a moan rattling your throat. 

“Good girl,” he rasps, pushing his cock between your wet lips. “You need to get me wet too if you are going to take it all,” 

Fuck. The thought of them both filling you up made you gush around Ezra’s fingers. He chuckles, scissoring his fingers, he draws your aching clit into his mouth and sucks hard. The feeling is like electricity, surging through you and making you immobile. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nub and before you can relish more into the feeling, his tongue leaves you, forcing a whine out of your chest. Pero’s fingers squeeze your chin, the sting of it urging you to look up at him. 

“Don’t forget about me,” 

Your eyes go wide as he pushes the rest of himself into your throat. The head touches the back of your throat, you want to gag, your nostrils flare and your throat tightens around him. Pero’s head falls back, the veins curling around his neck popping. His jaw tense and in that moment he looks so powerful, so strong, your head spins, pussy clenching tight around Ezra’s thick fingers. 

“I think she likes the taste of you,” he mutters, head dipping lower between your legs. “And I can’t really blame her, however she tastes better,” 

“I bet she does,” Pero murmurs, he slowly rolls his hips, balls laying heavy on your chin. However, his eyes are glued to Ezra. “Give me a taste,” 

Your eyes roll back, goosebumps bursting across your skin. The amount of filth these two men possessed will be the death of you. Ezra grins into your skin, teeth grazing against your inner thigh, you clench around him, a shudder clawing up your spine. 

“She liked that too,” he drawls. Ezra curls his fingers on more time before pulling out and offering your taste to Pero, who in return licks eagerly around the other man’s fingers. He closes his eyes, moaning at the taste, then his eyes flicker down to you. “Delicious.” 

You want to say ‘oh god’ but end up moaning around his cock instead. Ezra grins, gripping the other’s chin, he yanks his head towards him and captures his lips in a heated kiss. Pero’s eyes flutters closed, licking into Ezra’s mouth, he chases the taste of you. His cock throbs on your tongue, precum leaking from the tip. You swallow eagerly, in return he parts from Ezra with a groan, mouthing the underside of the other man’s chin as he pushes him back between your quivering thighs. 

“Don’t stop,” he commands Ezra, but his eyes are locked on you. “I want to fuck her as soon as possible,” 

Before Ezra goes back down, a brief worry clouds over his face, his gaze meets yours. “You have lube, birdie?”

Pero stops and you look at him confused, blinking heavily as your mind clears up for a brief moment. When realization hits, Pero pulls out, however, he lays his cock on top of your lips; it feels heavy, wet and warm. 

“I do,” you speak, voice hoarse as your lips graze against his cock. “It’s in my bag,” 

You think you raise your hand to point, but instead your arm still lays on the bed, only your finger gesturing towards the forgotten bag. Ezra follows, and after a second, he’s right back between your legs, mouth ghosting over your core and tongue swirling around your other hole.  

You yelp at the feeling, involuntarily pulling away. Ezra’s strong arms snakes around your thighs, nails digging into your flesh, his tongue moves back to your clit and gives it a tentative lick. 

“Do you want me to stop,” he said, voice stern. Meanwhile Pero begins to stroke himself while observing you, the slick sounds echoing in your ears. You feel so bare before them, and it isn’t just because you’re naked. 

You shake your head, “No, I want to continue…just– I never–” 

“It is quite alright, bebita,” Pero says, hovering above you. His thumb plays with your lip. “You tell us when you want to stop and we will. Understood?”

When you are in the midst of nodding, he clicks his tongue with annoyance. 

“Words, bebita,” 

“I understand,” 

This time when Ezra licks you, you don’t flinch away. Instead you let out a wanton moan, hands cupping your own tits as he spreads your legs wider. You peer down, seeing the way he crowns between your legs. Noticing your gaze, he purses his lips and spits. Making a show of it. You let out a soft hiss, head falling back, you look up to Pero. A whine parts his own lips, his strokes becoming faster, harder as he watches Ezra. You had your suspicions that something more was going on between these two, but now you were certain of it, which in return makes you feel blessed that they allowed you to be a part of it. 

Ezra, completely unaware of you both ogling him, pushes his tongue into the tight muscle. You melt at the feeling, thumb swirling around your pebbled nipples. Soon, his fingers replace his tongue, you’re tighter down there. He groans at the way you clench around him, and while he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his mouth returns to your dripping cunt, cleaning the remains with his tongue. 

“Fuck,” Pero gasps, “You look good down there, baby boy,” 

Ezra moans into you, the vibrations sensing tingles up your body. With a moment of desperation, you grab Pero’s wrist, stilling his movements. He looks down at you, worried, but that emotion soon fades when he sees the lust swirling in your eyes. 

“Want you,” you choke out. “Want you both, now– Please–” 

You sound so desperate, so needy, but you’re too far gone to actually give a crap. Pero and Ezra exchange glances. You feel them having a wordless conversation, something only the closest of people can do. 

You hate the way jealousy flares in your gut. 

Pero lays down, pulling you on top of him, your chests flush against one another as Ezra gets behind you. His heavy cock rests between your cheeks, he ruts against you like an animal in heat, rubbing the precum into your already sweaty skin. Pero nibbles your chin, smiling. 

“You ready for us, beautiful?” 

“Yes,” you breathe out and whimper when you feel Ezra’s nails raking across your back. They’re teasing you. 

“You sure you can take us both darling? We aren’t exactly…small, if you know what I mean,” 

You’re on the verge of tears, your cunt throbbing painfully. Your heart sinks into your chest. 

“Please– Please give me your cocks,” you beg, figuring this is what they want. “I need you both to fuck me or else I’m going to go insane,” 

“Shit,” Pero gasps, cock nudging your entrance. “Such a filthy mouth, bonita,” 

“She’s something, indeed,” Ezra continues, he lays a soft kiss between your shoulder blades. “Since you asked so kindly, we might as well give you what you want. Or we wouldn’t really be gentlemen now, would we?”

You want to say that nothing they’re currently doing would be considered “gentlemanly” but you swallow your pride and bury your face into the crook of Pero’s neck, inhaling his musky scent. 

“Please,” you say again, whispering into his skin. 

His fingers painfully digs into your hips, you imagine that he probably meant for this gesture to be soothing, but instead it screams nothing other than the need to possess you, which you’re happy for him to do. 

It starts off slow. Pero slides into you easily, and it sounds like the air is being knocked out of his lungs. 

“So wet for us,” he murmurs, peeling you out of his neck and pressing his lips against yours. He continues to speak between breaths. “How are you this wet already? Did his tongue feel that good, baby?”

“It did,” 

Ezra growls at that, his own cock throbbing painfully as pours a generous amount of lube both on you and himself. He begins to fill you inch by inch. You can feel every curve, every vein of his cock. Parting away from Pero, you nuzzle the side of his face, sucking in a deep breath while Ezra goes in deeper and deeper. 

When he’s fully buried himself into you, his pelvis flushed against the curve of your ass, Pero’s eyes roll back, cock twitching deep inside your cunt. The three of you pant heavily, you feel so full, so satisfied. You can stay like this forever and have no idea how you’ll part from the two men later on. 

“Can you feel me through her?” Ezra asks Pero, slightly pulling back his hips and pushing forward again. “She’s so tight,” 

“I can,” Pero hisses, his chest trembling. “You good, little bird? Does it hurt?” 

“A-A bit but I’m okay,” you lick the salt off of his neck. “You guys can move now,” 

For a moment you swear that you’re burning from the inside out. You have no idea how they manage it, but the way they thrust is like a tortuous dance. You’re brought to the edge on multiple occasions, and pulled away from it again and again. The two men play with each other through you, both of them a slave for another and you’re in the middle of it all, being pulled to one edge from another. Ezra’s movements are calculated, his pacing slow, yet hard. With each grind of his hips, he makes sure that both you and Pero feel his fat cock piercing through you. Meanwhile Pero is more feral, much like an animal, he fucks into you nice and hard, not really caring anything other then yours and Ezra’s pleasure. It’s freeing. You know no matter how they play with you, you’re going to be taken care of. 

Ezra’s lips trail down your back, squeezing your ass while Pero pushes you up and devours your tits. He draws a stiff nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling and teeth nipping at the sensitive nip. You scream out both of their names, your eyes squeezed shut as they use you. Your world is spinning, the pleasure mind-numbing and putting pressure on your neck. 

“Where do you want us to cum, baby?” Ezra groans, cock throbbing. 

“I-Inside–” you say without thinking. “Please– I wanna feel you both,” 

Pero’s hand sneaks in between your sweaty, writhing bodies. His fingers rub at your clit, his thrusts becoming even more uncoordinated and desperate from before. 

“You first,” he chokes out. “Cum for us,” 

You have no idea when you became so eager to comply with his commands, but you do. You bite into his shoulder, a bright white light flashing behind your eyelids as you gush around them. Ezra stops completely while Pero continues to cant his hips up into yours. The man behind you makes an almost pain filled sound. 

“Pero,” this is the first time you’ve heard Ezra whimpering out his name. “I need to cum, I want to cum– she’s squeezing me so tight– Fuck, tell me,” 

Before you can understand what’s happening, Pero pushes both himself and you up from the bed. He crashes his lips into Ezra’s, the other moans into his mouth, between kisses you hear Pero muttering out a “cum” but you’re not sure. Hips staggering and stuttering as he spills into you. You feel it. Your head falls back onto Ezra’s shoulder, a moan ripping from your throat as the sensation of his cum pushes you into the brink of another orgasm. 

Pero’s eyes roll back at the way you squeeze him, his balls and stomach tight from holding himself back. He can feel Ezra spilling into you. The way you squeeze around him is intoxicating, you moan his name, begging him for more. He’s not one to deny his lovers. 

It takes him two more thrusts– After that he’s cumming in thick ropes. Filling your pretty pussy up as you cum a second time. He hears Ezra muttering a string of curse words, his cock still buried deep in your ass. As he pulls out, cum dribbles out from the corners of his softening cock. It takes him everything not to flip you back down onto the mattress and clean you up with his tongue, but he knows by the way you look at him that you might be dancing too close to the edge. Ezra follows suit, slowly pulling out and gently slapping your ass before heading to the bathroom. 

“Fuck, Pero,” you say, voice laced with sleep as you both fall back down to the mattress. “That was amazing, I–” 

“Shhh,” he says, rubbing your nape. “Do not think about that now, Ezra’s gonna clean you up now, then we can sleep,” 

You nod, eyes fluttering closed. 

“And we can talk in the morning,” Pero continues, smiling up to Ezra when he sees him returning with towels. Ezra smiles back, as he gets back on the bed. “You sleep now, bebita,” 

“Okay,” you murmur. 

If this is a dream, you don’t ever want to wake up from it. 

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Home Alone with Dad ( Remus Lupin )

requested by anon: please make dad!remus lupin 😭😢😢😢😭

summary: remus wants you to spend some time with your friends while he stays at home and takes care of the kids. how will it go?

word count: 2k

warnings: fluff, like loads of it

pairing: young!remus lupin x fem!reader

author's note: thank you anon for requesting this. I loved writing it because character x babies/kids are one of my favourite things to write and I was so in my feels when writing this. I hope you all like it. and please, let us imagine that everyone is still alive in this one and everyone's happy.

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Children. Have you ever thought about having them? Of course, you did. There are not a lot of women out there who wouldn’t love to have a child. You always wanted to be a mother. You and your boyfriend, Remus, have talked about having a family of your own quite early in your relationship. Two boys and a girl, maybe even another girl, that was what you have always wanted.

You could see yourself in a house in the countryside where your children could grow up, and you and Remus could grow old. You wanted a big garden where the little ones would run around and play their favourite games. Eventually, they would move out and have their own families, but that wasn’t something you wanted to think about now. 

Your whole life, you thought about how it would feel to have your own little, well maybe not so little, family with Remus. Did you have a list of names you would name your children? Of course. Did you slightly plan out your next five years? Obviously. But did your plan really turn out the way you wanted it to be? Not in the slightest.

Without even realizing it, you had gotten pregnant. At first, you hadn’t felt any different, but with time you felt more tired and exhausted, and you got overwhelmed by the littlest things. And even though you have always been quite emotional, the tears flowed even quicker. 

Remus had wondered what was wrong with you but didn’t question it until he found you on the floor of your small bathroom with a pregnancy test in your hands and tears staining your cheeks. He knew that this only meant one thing.

Now here you were. Six months after giving birth to not just one but two little babies. A boy and a girl. After the initial shock at looking at the positive pregnancy test, you couldn’t be happier. 

Your initial plan was to marry Remus first and maybe try for children a year or two later, however you found out pretty quickly that some plans never work out the way they should. 

The first six months with your beautiful children have been full of happiness and love but also exhaustion and tiredness. 

For the first few weeks, your baby girl and baby boy had slept through almost the whole night and only needed to be fed once. However, that had changed quite quickly, and so they woke you and Remus up multiple times a night. Your now fiancee tried to help as much as he could, but whenever they were hungry and you needed to feed them, Remus sat on your bed, a defeated look gracing his face, knowing that was one task he couldn’t do. Yet he was always there when diapers needed to be changed or if one of them was fussy and needed some comfort. 

He knew that these last couple of months had been quite draining for you hence he wanted for you to have a day off from all mummy duties. 

“Are you sure?” you asked him in the morning, a worried expression on your face while Remus couldn’t help but chuckle. Your two babies were peacefully asleep in their small cribs. 

Your fiancee put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, his attempt to wash away the worry.

“I can do this. Now go, have a great day.”, he told you with a bright smile on your face.

He kissed your lips lovingly before he pushed you playfully out of the door, giggles leaving your lips as you made your way out of the house, secretly looking forward to spending a day with a few of your closest friends. 

“I can do this.”, Remus said one more time, this time to himself while he started to prepare lunch for the two napping babies. Even now, they were still sleeping a lot which was fine. During that time, you usually got some work done around the house, which would be Remus’ task now, hence he started right away. 

Of course, he used a bit of magic here and there. He didn’t know how to properly fold the clothes, hence he used a quick spell to do so. He also washed the dirty dishes and tidied up the living room which was full of small toys that were scattered around the floor. 

Once he was done, he sat down on the sofa. An exhausted sigh left his lips, but before he could fully relax, he heard the babies making noises from their room.

He immediately got up from the sofa again and made his way over to the kids’ room. A bright smile placed itself on his lips, as soon as he saw his children looking up at him. 

“Hello, sleepy heads.”

He took his kids in his arms, dropping kisses on both of their heads before he walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Remus sat them down on their highchairs. He swiftly turned around and looked for the food he had prepared for them only an hour ago. With his foot, he dragged one of the chairs closer to the twins and sat down in front of them. 

“Lunch time.”, Remus happily announced before he sat the two plates down in front of them, two matching spoons in both of them. 

He started feeding his boy first, who got way too excited at seeing the freshly made lunch. Remus popped the spoon in the little boy’s mouth before he did the same to your daughter. That went on for a little while until your baby boy decided he had enough and started playing with his food rather than eating it.

“Oh, no, y/s/n. Don’t do that.”, your fiancee said, quickly taking the little boy’s hand out of the food, but there was no use to it. He quickly dropped it back into the plate, and some of the food splashed around, landing directly on Remus’ face. 

Your two babies couldn’t contain their laughter, amused at the fact that their daddy had food all over his face. 

“You two rascals.”, Remus said, lightly tickling them both on their bellies which made more giggles erupt from their mouths. 

After lunch was done, and everything and everyone was cleaned, the three of them made their way into the living room and sat down, or rather laid down, on the floor. 

“So, what do you want to play with?”, Remus questioned, pulling a few toys closer to the twins. 

Your twin girl crawled over to a stuffed animal, a fluffy one she got gifted by one of her lovely uncles while her brother took a small toy car and took it in his mouth. Lately, they were trying to taste everything with their mouths. 

Remus watched the two play separately but also with one another, even though just for a short amount of time. He looked at the two of them and noticed how much they had already changed in just six months. Your daughter looked a lot like him while your son had your nose, as well as your beautiful e/c eyes. But all in all, they were a perfect mix between you and Remus. 

The rest of the day went by quite swiftly. The three of them stayed in the house most of the time except when they left the house and took a small walk around the area they lived in. After they came back, Remus quickly made some dinner for the twins, as well as for himself, his eyes drifting to a clock, wanting to know how late it was since the two little ones had to go to bed soon. 

After dinner time, it was bath time. Your fiancee bathed your daughter and son in a small bathtub that was absolutely perfect for them. They fit in it together, hence there was no need for any of them to wait while the other one got ready for bed. Remus could already feel that they were tired and needed their beds. Their little hands rubbed at their eyes from time to time, and quiet yawns left their lips every now and then. 

“Time for bed, my loves.”, Remus announced, taking both of them in his arms, pressing a set of kisses on their warm heads while he made his way over to their room.

He laid both of them down in their specific cribs, kissing the twins goodnight before he took a book from the shelf. Ever since you gave birth to your beautiful babies, you made it a tradition to read a short story to them just before they went to bed. They mostly consisted of goodnight stories for children, magical ones, as well as muggle ones. Reading was something you wanted your kids to pick up later on, hopefully as soon as they could read because it has been something you have enjoyed, ever since you were a small child as well. 

While reading his bedtime story, Remus didn’t even hear the front door open or your feet as you walked through the house and came to a halt in the doorway of the twins’ room. 

A soft smile graced your lips while you listened to the story your fiancee read to the children. They must have fallen asleep as soon as they hit their small mattress, or else they would still make some small noises. 

When the story came to an end, Remus got up from his chair and walked over to the cribs once more, looking down at his two sleeping angels. He had no idea how he got so lucky to have you or the kids in his life, but he was thankful for you every day. 

He put the book back on the shelf again before he turned around and finally noticed you standing there, watching him with a loving smile on your lips. 

“Hello.”, you whispered as Remus made his way over to you, immediately leaning in to press a soft kiss on your lips. 

He didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he had missed you, even if you were only gone for a few hours. 

You took your fiancee’s hand in yours, squeezing it gently before you guided him out of the room, closing the door to the twins’ room quietly, so they wouldn’t wake up again. 

“How was your day?” Remus asked you while the two of you made your way into the living room, almost immediately plopping down on the sofa where you cuddled up to him, enjoying the warmth of his body. 

Remus pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your head, putting his arm around your shoulders so you could put your head on his shoulder. 

“I had a great time. It felt good to be outside again, but I also missed you three a lot. This was probably the first time ever since the twins were born that we were separated for such a long time.”, you admitted, lifting your head off his shoulder one more time to look into his eyes. 

Remus nodded as he lifted his hand up and pushed a strand of your h/c hair behind your ears, his hand then finding a spot on your cheek, his thumb lightly caressing it. 

“I missed you too.”, he quietly confessed, leaning in to press his lips on yours again, this time not pulling away right away. Your lips moved perfectly in sync, slight smiles on your lips while you put one of your hands on his cheek as well, pulling Remus as close to you as possible. 

The rest of your evening was spent on your sofa, cuddling and talking before you both went to bed, preparing yourself for the night and the next day.

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JHDS you put me on a pedestal im honored im on UR taglist

ANA OMFG FDKJHJFHDJFHDDJK SSKLSKL UR REQUEST HAS ME GIGGLING !! i like it sm esp since im obsessed w royalty aus rn!!!

and yay im glad to be back. sue the school i will be here to annoy you more than ur studies ever could. give tea on everything i missed rn!!

also do u have a taglist, if so can u add me pretty plss

Thank god! I am currently obsessed with Royalty AUs, and honestly, there aren't enough Regulus Black fanfics~

I would welcome you annoying me any day :) Tea, hmm... well, we have some new kids here, which is kinda cool! Two of my friends defo like each other, so that's something. Oooo, I'm part of the school track team! It's been raining basically constantly in Blr, so that's ok? My teachers like me a lot, I think, which is cool, cause I need validation-

I do have a taglist! Can I just talk about how honored I am to have the scandalous-chaos ask to be on my taglist, omg- I'll add you, sweetheart!

omgg this is so fantasticc

elia's list of strange & niche aus

hello!! this is a list of aus i came up with with the help of my bestie, @gg-is-a-loser, my mother lmao, @dillydeviling, and my dearest 🦋 anon. feel free to request i write any of these with any character, or to use them for your own fics!! pls just tag me in the fic (i'd love to read what y'all do with these aus) and use the tag #elia's strange and niche aus. i love y'all!! onto the list :)

mutuals (bc i'm an attention whore): @spidervee @iheardarumorthings @munsonsdreamgirl @scandalous-chaos @ddejavvu @evermoreal @abibliophobiaa @roxetteblack @plumes-de-nuit @sapphireplums @decadentpaperduck @run2yourgrl

ever after high au

monster high au

high fantasy au

wonderland au

pokémon au

vampire pirate au

small business au

space mermaid au

circus au

fast food au

tiny people au (ie tom thumb, thumbelina, arrietty, etc)

airpot au

aquarium au

improv camp au

abandoned amusement park au

space coffee shop au

bounty hunter au

disney au

greek mythology au

dark fairytale au

avatar: the last airbender au

grishaverse au

masquerade ball au

film noir au

apocalypse au

how to train your dragon au

coraline au

my hero academia au

1950s suburbia au

insect hybrid au

the wizard of oz au

AHHH THE PLOT JUST SLAPS!! felt like i read a mini thriller romance mwahh!! if u decide to write part 2 i would weep of happiness

DANGEROUS DESIRE

DESCRIPTION I when someone starts following peter, you fear he might discover all your secrets 

PAIRING I tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3,2k

WARNINGS | mentions of guns and blood

A/N I i hope this story isn’t too messy, I tried to not tell too much (in case I decide to write a part 2) but I love this idea and I hope you will too 🥺

It all started a few weeks ago when Peter felt like someone was following him. Not only when he was Spiderman but also during his routine.

You tried to convince him it was all in his head, that he was just getting scared that someone might want to hurt him. But deep down, you knew something was wrong.

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awwh this is so good!!

Tag list- @scandalous-chaos @immrbrightsideeee

MCU: Imagine Peter Parker helping you shave your head and loving your buzz cut.

requested by anon

"Ready?" Peter asked as he held a buzz cutter in his hands, you looking at him through the mirror. You smiled and nodded, slightly nervous about what was going to happen. It might have sounded stupid as it was just hair, but you had never had that short hair before, you weren't sure if it would fit you. But you had thought about it for a while, watching videos from YouTube where people buzzed their hairs off and you wanted to do the same. It just felt like... you.

"Okay." You took your hand out of Peter's grasp so he would be able to hold your head in a right position, and then he pressed down on the top of the buzzer firmly and started the cutter. You felt a tickling feeling as the blades made contact with your scalp, but they did not feel painful at all; rather soothing and pleasant. The sound of the buzzer got louder too, as the blades slowly cut away at your hair and left a pile of it next to you. Once finished, Peter put the buzzer into its holder and looked back up at you, grinning and ran a hand over your buzzed head.

"Wow!" he said as he looked at your head. "You look stunning."

You chuckled happily as you ran your own hand over your head. Peter leaned down to press a kiss on your cheek before he put away the cutter and brushed the stray hairs off your shoulders. You took a hold of his hand before he left your side, standing up.

"Thank you, Peter. For being so encouraging about this." You wrapped an arm around his neck and kissing his lips. He blushed bright red as he hugged you back tightly, returning the kiss.

"It's no problem," he murmured against your lips. "I'd do anything for you."

You grinned at him shyly again as you left the bathroom together to find a vacuum cleaner, the other Avengers likely wouldn't appreciate it if there was hair on the floor when they went to the shower after they'd come home from the party.

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pas de deux || s.b.

summary: you ask your best friend sirius to help you work on your dancing for the yule ball, but you can’t help getting a little distracted. contains: super cheesy fluff. a/n: aah, first time writing for the marauders in a while! it feels good to be back ngl. dancers pls forgive the inaccuracies. also you’ll probably get bridgerton vibes if you read this while listening to this classical version of ‘don’t stop believin’.

it’s late at night when you slip out of bed, padding out your dorm as quietly as you can. the halls of hogwarts are intimidating at night, with their gothic structure and looming angles, and no matter how many years it’s been your home, you doubt you’ll ever get truly used to it. 

you slip past the fat lady and into the gryffindor common room. there he is, long black curls in slight disarray and his lip curled into a mischievous smirk.

“finally decided to show, did you?” he teases, standing to his full height before you.

“come on, pads. let’s just get this over with.” you groan, stretching a bit to wake yourself up.

“wow, ‘get this over with’! no need to sweet talk me, darling.” he sighs fondly. “i wouldn’t have gotten up at this ungodly hour if i didn’t think you truly needed me.”

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I Think I Need A Doctor

Chapter: 7/?

Summary: Reader has chronic illnesses and stumbles upon the sanctum, is henceforth tended to by a doctor that’s been missing the more doctoral part of his nature. (In this chapter - breakfast with Wong, bookclub, and black holes.)

Warnings: None really, except sickness? Reader has migraines and unspecified chronic illness, more prevalent in later chapters though.

Word count: 2.2k (this chapter, total work approx 24k, ongoing)

Wong is much busier than Strange but makes time to have breakfast with you – you make sure you appreciate it. He has ‘higher duties’ as the Sorcerer Supreme, whatever that could possibly mean, though it soundsrealistic and important and… ambiguous.  You secretly think he like you more, because you’re quieter. Perhaps more his pace.

He likes cooking, though doesn’t make much time to do it with all that regularly goes on in the sanctum. You think it’s also easier for him to cook when he’s cooking for others. For all that he corrals you into a chair in the kitchen and berates you for not eating well, says that that’s why you’re fainting, says that’s why you look gaunt. You’re not sure that all this is true. Secretly, you think he wants the excuse to cook as much as he wants the excuse to care. He makes huffing tutting noises while tending to a sizzling pan that smells… heavenly. And stalwartly refuses to make you black tea. He serves you a small cup of rice tea, and then serves a pot of green tea. There’s a bowl of strawberries you pick at while he cooks and tuts. It warms you to have someone fuss over you.

He may have an agenda to feed you, but you still have an agenda to needle him on information about Strange. The man can be so… odd. You’re not exactly sure how to go about it, and tact may not be your strong suit so you just… ask.

“I was wondering…”

“Mm?” Wong hums, but the tone has an edge of warning. He already knows what’s coming.

“Why is Strange… so… proud?” That’s not exactly what you wanted to ask. But there. That’s a start.

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𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐒.𝐇.

summary: your little sister refuses to go to bed without steve’s bedtime stories. contains: fluff and an annoying child. mentions of fem!reader. a/n: idk man it is what it is. requested by @strangerfics-9​.

steve is in his element, making some hot chocolate for you and your little sister while you slip into your pajamas. your parents are out for the night, leaving you to babysit. well, leaving you to call your boyfriend over to babysit. 

“aw, look at you.” he fawns over you as you join him in the kitchen. “in your cute little jammies.”

you roll your eyes and give him a playful nudge. “shut up, harrington.” 

“harrington, huh?” he chuckles as you wrap your arms around his torso from behind him. “this from the one who called me because you couldn’t handle your own sister.”

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 / 𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

(These are not my works; full credit goes to the original writers. If you'd like your work removed, just shoot me a message and I'll remove it for you!)

✪ ~ BIPOC reader or writer (if this is wrong or you’d like it added, let me know!)

Fanfics Rec List

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange ⎢ #2

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Thor Odinson

Frank Castle / The Punisher ⎢ #2

Multi-Character / Misc. Posts

When You Almost Die HCs— @bluebellhairpin Road Trips HCs— @bluebellhairpin The Tim-Tam Slam — @bluebellhairpin Kinktober Masterlist — @ragnarachel What Pet Names the Avengers Use — @marvelousluci Solus ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 — @marvelousluci

Loki Laufeyson

Reliable Liars — @scandalous-chaos

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Dating Carol Danvers HCs — @c-nstantine ✪

Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Holland)

Introducing You to the Avengers — @c-nstantine ✪ Sticky Man — @scandalous-chaos Mr. Smiles — @scandalous-chaos Bedrest — @scandalous-chaos

Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Garfield)

Coffee Run — @scandalous-chaos You’re Not Peter Parker — @scandalous-chaos You Love Me, I Love You — @rintsuru Even If My Heart Stops Beating — @rintsuru

Bruce Banner / The Hulk

Freak on the DL — @honeychicana ✪

Eddie Brock / Venom

When You Love Something, You Protect It — @inlovewithquestionablecharacters Den of Sin — @queenofthefaceless Promise — @queenofthefaceless Beyond the Drink, Drop Your Love On Me — @ilovemanypeople Patching Up Eddies After A Random Street Fight — @moonlit-imagines

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Zip and Rewind — @clints-lucky-arrow Sex w/ Matt HC — @lethological-clara

Stucky

Stucky Masterlist — @navybrat817

ferrari.

pairings. mattheo riddle x fem!reader

about. you and mattheo have a relationship that runs on hypocrisy and toxicity.

warnings. swearing, uh

ricky rocks. this is one of my favorite neighbourhood songs. this is also everywhere, forgive meee

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— killing flowers.

pairing: javi gutierrez x fem!reader

genre: shameless smut, minors dni

a/n: I literally wrote this because I can't stop thinking of him in that orange shirt and gun-- i needed to let out my frustrations somehow

word count: 1.7k

summary: guns and javi, what else can you say?

warnings: established relationship, exhibitionism but no one sees it's just you and javi on the balcony, gunplay, mild dirty talking, day time drinking, the use of wh.ore but once, piv, creampie, mild over stimulation

Another gunshot echoes and you swallow. You’re perched on top of a plastic chair as Javi practices his aim, your long island iced tea long forgotten while you stare at him, entranced. A gust of warm wind blows and your eyes follow the movements of his orange button up shit, a bit of skin showing at his hip. You’re basically salivating at this point. Streaks of amber shimmering within his chestnut hair, you take in a shaky breath. Eyes traveling up, you stare at his neck, observing the way the muscles flex under his sweat coated skin as he cocks the gun. 

Shit. 

You tear your gaze away and with a shaky hand you grab your drink. Javi was a gentle natured man, if he had a choice he wouldn’t even hurt a fly. Knowing this, the way he handles the shotgun still manages to send shivers up your spine, perspiration thick against your forehead. He looks dangerous, which is the thing that’s getting you all riled up. You want to feel those same hands ravishing your body, squeezing every inch of you while he claims you as his own again and again. 

After another successful hit, Javi cries out with joy and lifts his hands into the air. With the widest smile you’ve ever seen on a man, he turns to you, eyes sparkling. 

“Did you see that, my love?” 

Oh you see it alright. His stomach is completely exposed, fabric grazing against his smooth skin as the wind envelopes you both like satin sheets. Your eyes trace over every inch of his exposed skin, muscles hiding beneath a bit of fat, you press your thighs together. His smile wavers a bit, making you realize that you’ve been starting a bit too long. Clearing your throat, you take a sip of your long island iced tea. The alcohol burns your throat but it's nothing compared to the way Javi’s worried glance  brands your skin. 

“Is something wrong?” 

A nervous chuckle makes its way out of your lips, you wave your hand in hopes to dismiss his worries. 

“No, no– Everything’s fine,” 

Shit, your voice is shaking. 

Javi hurriedly makes his way to you and pulls up a chair, averting your eyes, you take another sip of your drink. He isn’t going to let this go, is he? The shotgun lazily leans against his inner thigh between his legs, you tense up, continuing to sip the damn drink as you try not to stare. Gosh, he’s  probably even more worried now. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

With that you lift your gaze up, you try to give him your most heartfelt smile but from his over the top horrified reaction, you realize that maybe you’re not the best at faking a smile. 

“You are, aren't you?” he begins to mutter. “What is it tell me,” 

His hand squeezes around the barrel of the gun, knuckles turning white. You hate to make him worry and it wasn’t your intention in the first place but you had no idea what to say. Your eyes travel down to his neck, you love that he never fully buttons up his shirt. Completely forgetting about your surroundings, your lips part with a soft gasp. Javi’s chest rises and falls like the winter wheat, another warm wind blows. 

You fail to notice the way Javi’s gaze follows yours, neck caving in on itself as he looks at the same place you are; his chest. His lips twist into a playful smile, turning his eyes back to you, he raises an eyebrow. 

“I see now that I might have been misreading the situation,” he purrs, scooching closer. You swallow thickly as his knees brushes upon yours. “Is there something I can help you with, mi amor?” 

Your tongue feels incredibly large within your mouth, you don’t know what to say. Breath hitching, your gaze shifts to the gun, Javi moved closer to you, the weapon had fallen between your legs instead. You feel the coolness of the metal against your thigh, clenching your teeth, you meet his glance. The way he stares at you makes your heart jump, you have managed to capture his entire undivided attention. Javi places his forearm against your shoulder, fingers lazily grazing against your nape as he awaits your answer. With his other hand, he takes your long island iced tea away and places it back on the table.

A faint moan makes its way through your lips. 

“You look really good in that shirt,” you choke out. 

“Thank you. I am glad you enjoy it,” he grins, fingers now curling around the column of your neck. 

Your thighs close around the gun, actively searching for any kind of friction that would douse out the flame between your legs. At this moment you’re ready to beg for his cock. You had marinated in the feelings of lust and love enough to get on your knees. 

You part your lips, ready to give the man sitting across from you whatever he wants but the words die on your tongue when Javi grabs the barrel of the gun and shoves the gun into your cunt. Your back arches against the chair and your eyes roll back. Gripping the plastic armrests, you revel in the feeling of metal parting your wet folds, Javi chuckles. 

“My poor girl, so needy but doesn’t know how to ask for it,” 

You’re about to cry as you nod. You just wanted him to hold you, fuck you, care for you. With a hiss, you grind your drenched heat against the weapon and let out a sultry moan. It feels too good to stop so you continue to pleasure yourself under Javi’s watchful gaze. He moves the gun whenever he pleases, either pulling it back slightly, or pressing it into you in an almost painful manner. You’re positive that the metal is shinier than ever, cleansed with your slick. Javi’s name falls from your lips again and again, eyes fluttering closed as you simmer in your own filth. He must think you’re an animal. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you are trying to make me jealous,” 

Despite his playful tone there’s something dark laced within his words. Eyes fluttering open, you blink away the tears and groan. Only now you realize that he hasn't touched you, not even once. 

“Javi,” you whimper. “I want you, please,” 

And that’s all it takes. 

The gun falls to the floor, clattering as you suddenly find yourself leaning against the stone railing, facing the magnificent view. Your fingers curl around the stone as he lifts up the skirt of your dress, his movements hurried, desperate almost. Javi decorates your skin with open mouthed, wet kisses, soft facial hair tickling your skin while he slides your panties to the side. He drags his fingers between your fold, hips thrusting as he feels how wet you are. 

You gasp when he shoves in two fingers with ease, your legs tremble, arms shaking as you try to hold yourself up. You feel his thick, golden rings at the base of his fingers, one of them presses snug against your clit. 

“You are so wet for me,” he groans. “Do you want my cock now?” 

You breathe out, “Yes,” 

You almost topple over, his cock filling you up with one smooth thrust. Javi’s arm snakes around your waist, keeping you upright as he sets an relentless pace. The balcony echoes with the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin, your eyes rolling back each time he snaps his hips. His hand slides up to your neck, fingers gently curling around as he pulls you flush against his back. You cry out, eyes barely open. You feel so exposed, yet there’s something beautiful about the way the wind caresses your damp skin. 

Cunt squeezing around his cock, he groans into your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin, he grinds his hips. His cock is thick enough to make you feel every curve, the stretch he provides makes your legs tremble. 

“You like me fucking you out in the open like this?” His accent is thicker, dripping with lust. “My little whore, so hungry for my cock, always,” 

The tone of his voice, his breath against your skin, his cock slamming into you again and again– It shatters you into a million pieces, the coil within you snapping as you gush all around him, slick dripping down to the marble floors and echoing the sound of rain. Javi’s hips still, cock hard and deep inside of you. He presses his lips against your ears, you shiver, your breath oneven as the tremors of your orgasm still rock throughout your body. 

“Fuck that felt good,” he groans. “Do that for me again, love,” 

“I-I can’t,” 

He resumes, dragging his cock almost all the way out and snapping his hips forward, you scream, eyes glossed over with tears. 

“Oh you will,” 

The way he rasps into your ear makes you shiver, the undertones of danger lurking deep within his command. Your insides throb, cunt twitching uncontrollably while he fucks you, wanton moan rips away from your throat, nails clawing against the stone railing. 

“Javi, Javi– I-It’s too much– I can’t!” 

“You can,” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you. “I know you can– You want to make me happy right? This will make me happy, come on you can do it–” 

Heat begins to blossom within you once more, slick dripping down your thighs. You can barely think, the heat grows and grows, encompassing your entire being, his cock hitting your deepers parts again and again– 

Your eyes shoot wide open, your body convulsing as your vision blacks out. Your head falls back on top of Javi’s shoulder, you’re breathing heavily, chest heaving as you gasp for air. He holds your tight, both arms now wrapped around you while he animalistically fucks his cock even deeper. Waves of pleasure continue to wash over you, your oversensitive pussy still dripping and gushing around his length. With one more thrust he bites your shoulder, pain blossoming across your skin as he emptied himself into you. 

Javi can’t help it as he continues to shallowly rock his hips, cock throbbing. Cum spills from the sides of his length, tickling the inside of your thighs and staining the floors. When he pulls out you almost fall but he holds you, carrying you back to the plastic chair. Javi adjusts your dress and sits in his prior seat. You both stare at each other in complete silence, breathing heavily, feeling the sun against your skin. Your eyes fall to the shotgun forgotten on the floor.

Javi is the one to break the silence. 

“I should wear this shirt more often,” 

“You definitely should.” 

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