THIS ONE WAS SO SAD And Holy Damn How Is Your Writing So Good With Each New Fic??? ALL THE LYRICS ARE

THIS ONE WAS SO SAD and holy damn how is your writing so good with each new fic??? ALL THE LYRICS ARE SO WELL PLACED I AAAAAAAAAA

Cruel Summer (1.8k)

summary: a summer of love with sirius black sounds like heaven, that is until you fell in love and ruined it all.

warnings: eating at the beginning, heated make out + allusions to sex (not explicitly written) drinking

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

a/n: fic 1 of my 500 followers: lover fic series! Hope you enjoyed this, I hate that ending lol

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Fever dream high in the quiet of the night

You know that I caught it

Summer almost always feels nice. The sizzle of the sun on your skin, sounds of insects humming about, but most of all— the person you spend summer with.

And for you, that was Sirius Black. 

Just like now for example, Sirius lying on the grass with his eyes staring up at the sun. He invited you over to the lake this morning, knocking brightly at your door with a picnic basket in hand. You agreed obviously, taking his hand in yours and letting him lead the way. 

"So when are you planning on leaving, hm? Feels like you've been here forever." Sirius asked casually, dropping a strawberry in his mouth. 

You gasped playfully, "Are you complaining about that?" Your heart only slightly pangs in your chest. 

"No, of course not. Just asking, s'all." He grins, "God, Y/n, you know I'm like ... coming to your door every morning right? Means I enjoy your company." 

"Yeah, of course. But the leaving talk is making me sad. So we're not talking about that until the day is here." You tell him. 

Sirius nods, "Mhm, whatever. Come here, I need my daily kisses." He says, a new kind of blush warming into your cheeks. You try to forget how he says 'daily kisses' forgetting the fact that he won't receive them daily in just a week's time. 

You roll your eyes, but close the air between both of you and kiss him properly on the lips. Sirius tastes like strawberries, sweet and a little sour. He bites your lip, teasing you as you giggle into the kiss. It's every bit of that summery sweetness, the feeling of never wanting to leave and at the same time a layer of uncertainty. 

Bad, bad boy

Shiny toy with a price

You know that I bought it

"Can I tell you something?" Sirius asks you when he pulls away, you nod at him shyly. "I've never met someone like you. With you it all just feels like a dream." He smirked, not in the normal smug one— but that gentle tug of his lips that drove you crazy.

"Have I turned the mighty bad boy, Sirius Black soft?" You teased, a natural grin growing in your lips as you felt him shake his head. Moments like these made you so confused, not knowing if you wanted to risk it all and tell him already.

Sirius nudges you, his eyes glinted with that all too familiar light. It was crazy how fast you got comfortable with him, memorizing the light in his eyes and more. "How can someone not turn soft with you? You're every bit of wonderful I've needed in a long time." 

"Yeah? You mean that, Black? Even if we did meet just three weeks ago." You chuckled.

Sirius smirks wider, his hands extending to you and reaching out to cup your cheek. "There's no rules in breakable heaven. All of this will stop, so let me have you for a while."

Then you kiss him, not a single cell in your body is strong enough to hold back when he utters those words. Sirius kisses back with passion, your lips finding each other in solace.

Your mind wanders to how long you've been doing this, nights where you've done nothing but devour each other. You didn't know how to feel, somewhat excited but also pained. It may be the feeling of that sudden halt that would become of this fling when your summer finally ends. 

—

And it's new, the shape of your body

At night, Sirius comes over too. He brings an assortment of flowers, all different colors and different scents. It was one of those nights where you don't feel like discovering anything new, opting to just stay in your lodge. 

Sirius didn't have any problem with it, immediately dragging you to your room and began pressing kisses to the side of your face. "You look gorgeous." He praises, looking up just for a second to give you that pretty grin. 

"Thank you." You say simply, your lips devouring him instantly. Sirius didn't complain about how harsh you were, pushing him against the wall and kissing bits of his skin to feel the closeness you had that first day. Nothing would ever feel as good as when you were with him. 

You still remembered that day, visuals of you grabbing his arm and lying on the bed as he kisses you like no one has. You don't dwell on the past, instead focusing on how Sirius is letting out tired breaths and trying to kiss you properly.

You pull him closer, making the air vanish around you and letting your bodies rest against each other. The air is damp, just like every night it was here. Sirius reaches his hands down on your hips gingerly, his fingers grazing the button of your jeans.

You oblige and let him take it off, soon doing the same to him. When it feels like forever, and the air feels so thin that you can barely breathe— Sirius brings you to your bed.

He lays you down but doesn't stop the kissing, not getting enough of your lips, your skin, and how you feel. Then Sirius smiles down at you, kissing your lips one more time before he settles in for the night.

Whines leave your lips, and groans leaves Sirius'. The feeling is just as incredible as it was that very first night. But somehow, this time it felt more real. Real and surreal at the same time. Because now you've uncovered the layers of who Sirius Black is. 

It's blue, the feeling I've got 

However much you want to console your heart with telling yourself this is heaven, right now with him wrapped around you lovingly. You can't help but feel the inner pain, whooshing into your mind as sudden and sneaky as a snake. 

You hold back the urge to cry, not wanting to ruin maybe the best and final time being in his position with Sirius. He leans down, his lips kissing the skin of your neck and muttering praises to you.

When he does, a single tear falls down and you wipe it quickly before he sees. Then you settle in the night, letting love and lust overtake you.

It's cool, that's what I tell 'em

No rules, in breakable heaven

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So cut the headlights, summers a knife 

I'm always waiting for you just to cut to the bone

You're drunk. The bar feels too crowded and the air around you reeks of alcohol that you can barely think of anything else.

"And we had sex that night, the good kind. The love kind even, if you could say that. I met him three weeks ago and now I'm talking about him to a bartender, drunk and alone." You complained, your eyes unconsciously closing.

The woman in front of you snorts, shaking her head as she continues to pour drinks. "Honey, y'don't seem like the type to do bad choices." She says.

You smile tightly at her, "Yeah, is it that obvious?"

"Tell you what, I give you a glass of water and call you a cab— then you sleep and think all about this man the next morning." She offers kindly, placing a cup for water in front of you.

"It's a small town right? You think you know who he is? Sirius Black." You state, desperate for some sort of knowledge about the man you've been spending three weeks with.

Devils rolls their dice, angels roll their eyes

And if I bleed, you'll be the last to know

Almost instantly, she snorts again. "Black? Sirius Black? Honey, if you know what's good for you then you'll stay the hell away from that man. God, does he piss me off. Three weeks, did you say? Longest I've known, honestly." 

You're taken aback, "Pardon? Longest you've known what?" 

She scoffs, "Longest I've known him to be with a girl." She informs, then pouts, "But, you don't look like a local. So I guess it's just the alcohol talking about love, you'll be out of here before he can break your heart." She gossips.

"I think— uh, I'll take the cab about now." You mutter, slipping her a tip.

I'm drunk in the back of a car

And I cried like a baby, coming home from the bar 

The bumpy ride doesn't make you feel better, you just try to be awake as the driver takes you to Sirius' house. He lives in the richer part of town, the houses big and lavish. 

You can't help it, and end up crying in the back of the cab. The driver sympathetically offered you tissues, probably annoyed that another girl is crying drunkenly. You eventually make it to Sirius' house, paying the driver with sniffles escaping your mouth.

You try to wipe away all the tears, hoping with everything that your makeup didn't smear. Sirius came out a minute later after you rung the bell, his face donned an enthusiastic smile.

"Hey, it's so late. What are you doing here?" He asked, his smile fading as he took in your pained expression. "Y/n, are you okay?" He asks. 

Said I'm fine, but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

You shook your head, "I'm fine." You said, slurring your words tiredly. "Sirius, I uh— I need to tell you something." 

"Yeah, anything love." He said so casually, getting worried by the minute.

"Look, I— I don't want this to just be a summer thing. I want to kiss you, and not keep you like a secret. The truth is, I've been feeling a lot of things lately. Things I never expected myself to do, things like …" 

Sirius stepped closer, "Things like what?" 

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you," Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

"I love you!" You screamed, not caring if someone woke up. Not caring if you said it louder and fuller than you've ever said anything in your life. "I love you, Sirius. I know it's stupid that I do, because it's been three weeks. But these three weeks have been the best I've had. I've never felt like this for anyone—"

"Stop! Just stop! No, no, I'm sorry I can't." He interrupted, "You can't fall in love with me, it's a summer fling, Y/n. It's always been a summer fling. You're supposed to be going home and I don't want anything to be complicated." 

You scoff at him, "So you're telling me that you don't feel anything like that for me? Even after we've had so many good days together. And— and—"

Sirius says the words slowly, "I don't … I don't love you. I never planned to and I— I don't." He says, apparently not taking the hint that he could've just said it once.

It's a cruel summer

With you

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Before you could say something, James said again, “It’s been three years, but I still want you.” He professed.

THAT HAD ME GO

Lover (1.6k)

summary: you and james settle in your shared apartment, making the best and reminiscing out of being in love.

warnings: none

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

a/n: fic 2 of my 500 followers: lover fic series. this is just full fluff <3

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"We really need to clean this house up, Jamie." You shouted from your place on the couch. James was fixing up the fireplace, lighting it up after your complaints of the apartment being too cold.

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January." He says back, not missing a beat. "This is our place, we make the rules."

You laugh at his comment, biting back a smile at how he says this was 'your place'. It hadn't even been a week, but the apartment was filled with all your stuff. It was because of magic of course. But all the Christmas decorations that were up, you and James did it together.

When James was done, he sat beside you on the couch and leaned his head to rest on your shoulder. "Can't believe I live with you now." He comments playfully, looking up to you.

"Seems surreal hm? It felt like just yesterday we were fighting on who had a turn on the Quidditch pitch first." You replied, a hand ruffling back his hair.

James shook his head, "Yeah, and not a second after that we were snogging in the changing rooms." He shot back, chuckling at the nostalgic memory.

You pressed a kiss on his forehead lightly, "I love you, Jamie." You said dearly, a blush spreading over your cheeks. He mouths the words back to you with a content grin.

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

"Y'know sometimes I think we've known each other for 20 years. But we haven't ... we just met each other in our seventh year—"

James smiled at you, "And even so, I love you more than anything in this world." He admitted. James looked at you like there was still something new he was ready to uncover. He'd been like that since three years ago, wanting to know something new about you everyday.

Even when the relationship was new, he was ready to delve in and put in so much effort to make sure both of you felt real enough. He didn't have to, of course. Because whenever you spent time with him, it all felt real. Not a day went by that you doubted how much James Potter loved you.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

"Alright, I'm off to make us some breakfast." James announced, getting up from the couch and stretching his limbs. "What d'you want, love?"

You grinned, "I have to start getting used to this. James Potter making me breakfast, in our new shared home." You laughed lightly.

James rolled his eyes, "Even when we weren't living together, you know I'd come over and make you breakfast anyway." He settled.

You shrugged, "Well, true. But it feels so much nicer here. With the Christmas lights and the warmth, and you."

"You're so obsessed with me, hm? I remember vividly when we were fighting over and over again. Being grouped purposely by professors so we'd actually talk to each other without shouting. Quite the pair we were, by the way." James reminisces.

"Oh, come on. Just because you said 'I love you' first it doesn't mean that you win!" You said loudly, bringing up the topic again.

Two years ago, James told you he loved you. It wasn't exactly the best situation to say it in. You were drunk after a night spent with Lily, slurring your words to James as he took care of you. Then when you finally had the courage to say the three words, James blurted it out and beat you to it.

You tried to confess how you wanted to say it before him, but he took it as a win— saying the words first, and dating a pretty girl like you— and the conversation never settled.

"Nope!" He said from across the room, popping his p when he said it. "I was bloody scared to say it, but finally said it— so in conclusion, I win!"

You groaned, letting your head fall to the cushions of the couch. "Bloody hell, Jamie. We really need to stop competing over every little thing." You giggle slightly when you said it.

"Oh, so now it's a little thing—?!"

—

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

"Trouble in paradise, Pads?" James asked his best friend, extending an arm to hand him a cup of coffee.

"Fuck sake, Prongs. I told you not to discuss it. It's just not the thing I want to talk about right now." Sirius complained, rubbing his head.

"You crashed in our living room— which we're not mad about, you know we love you, Sirius— but we would like to know the specifics, please." You addressed.

"Has anyone ever told you how you're both so bloody annoying?" He grumbled, picking at his painted nails.

"Yeah, a thousand times." James shot back, smiling at Sirius and patting him on the back.

"Alright, alright. It's just about Regulus. Moony told me I should consider ringing him or coming by to see him, maybe chat a little and ask how he's doing. I got really mad at him, it's just cause I don't like talking about my family." He sighed, a hurt expression playing back on his face.

"You should've told Rem that. The only thing he was mad about is probably that you can't help being mad. You— you just need to control these feelings, Sirius." You consoled him, a hand rubbing up and down his arm.

"Yeah— yeah, I just— I mean, I know." He deflated, combing through his hair in frustration. "Look, I'll apologize. Can I just have a shower first?" He asked.

James patted his back again, bringing in Sirius closer into a hug. "Anything you need, mate." He mutters, smiling to his best friend.

You smiled at James' words, a warmth spreading through your stomach at his kindness. He's always been like this, looking out for his friends and taking care of them when they needed. Especially when it came to Sirius, James was always happy to provide him with love.

When Sirius was gone, you snuggled up next to your boyfriend. James kissed you lightly, a small peck to thank you for letting Sirius stay the night. "I hope it works out for them." You said sadly.

"Don't believe it won't. They've been obsessed with each other for years, a small fight won't break it off." James mused, his face lighting up at memories of his friends.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

"Just like us, right?" You asked him playfully, "Except for that one time with Lily, when we were still in school." You said, laughing at the memory now.

James threw his head back, laughing heartily with you. "Y/n, come on! Why'd you have to bring that up?" He says while laughing still. "I've had a thing for her for years up till you turned my head 'round."

You grinned at him, "That was probably the only time we fought so hard, I dunno— I was immature and thought every girl who eye'd you had it out for me." You admitted guiltily.

James shook his head and leaned down to press another peck to your lips, "You shouldn't have been. They were all nice, but I only wanted you."

You gaze at the boy lovingly, admiring each feature of his slowly and making sure you never forgot how he looked.

Before you could say something, James said again, "It's been three years, but I still want you." He professed.

You kiss him properly, your lips igniting with passion every time you did. "And you have me."

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

You think of how you've been through all those years in Hogwarts when you hadn't met James yet. How you've been through your fair share of boys and never being pleased or content with how they treated you. How your heart was merely borrowed by them, taken to only please their own feelings.

You also think of James and how obsessed he was with Lily. How at every turn he would constantly praise her, tell her sweet things, and offer her gifts— the girl would deny. You used to be confused why she did it, but you never knew it was because the girl just wanted a simple romance. And you knew James couldn't go with simple.

You remembered how blue he got when Lily shouted at him in the Great Hall, seeing his sullen face everytime you came in to Quidditch practice.

But when he met you though, he began to change. That was when he sincerely told you that he was into you, wanting to discover something in the found chemistry and tension you both had. And that blossomed into something more beautiful, something you had now.

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

You smile and tuck your head into the crook of James' neck, kissing his jaw before you rested in his hold. "I never want to part from you, Jamie. It would probably feel like hell, honestly." You laughed from your place.

James smiled softly, "We'll just stay here forever, then." He muttered, gazing down to look at you lovingly. His heart bursting, he kissed you once more and thought the same as you.

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

Lover

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Flashbacks [P.A]

Paul Atreides x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: not explicitly mentioned but reader has experience of AS (sexual assault) if you are sensitive to this topic please refrain from reading it and if you need to talk about something my dm's are always open.

A/N: This was a request, for that reason I touch on the subject of the AS, but I clarify that I tried to write it in the most pleasant way possible and an apology in advance if there is something wrong

You adjusted your shirt and walked into the training room, deep in thought. It had been a few weeks (if not almost months) since that accident you had had and dealing with it was causing you horrible migraines.

You had gone to Dr. Yueh to talk a little about it, but he had only given you medicine and explained that migraines of this type occur in situations of great stress. You had read about it on occasion, it was called "post-traumatic stress disorder" and it had to be treated with another type of specialist, but you could hardly think about it without feeling the anxiety consuming you, so you couldn’t imagine talking about the situation with some adult.

The only thing left for you was to turn to your best friend of all life: Paul. He was, without a doubt, the sweetest boy you have ever had the joy of meeting. Although he was important in the world of politics, you had never seen him be rude (to whom he did not deserve it) and you loved the contrast of his authoritarian and imposing personality with the kindness and sweetness with which he treated you. He had never questioned (to some extent) your decisions, he had only supported them, and that was no exception. You had thought very seriously about whether to ask for help because that would involve questions that you did not know if you could answer. But what else could you do? After all the fear that it would happen again was going to be latent throughout your life and it was better to be prepared, maybe not mentally but physically.

"You were early," Paul said with a smile. You had never been the most punctual person and he knew it. But that day in particular you didn't have the heart to joke around so you just smiled at him.

Paul wore a rather loose white shirt, black pants, and his usual boots. It wasn't something new, but his messy hair gave it an attractive touch.

"My head hurts a little, be nice" you warned him. You had previously undergone training (when you were very little) but growing up and having the physical changes that came with adolescence, your father decided it was better to quit. So that's why you knew a couple of moves, but Paul was outpacing you by a lot.

"Today we will have combat, to prove what I have taught you so far" he informed you. You were going to complain, but after all, he was the teacher and you had also requested his support yourself. You weren't going to say anything for something you asked yourself "Always remember to activate your shield"

"Will we use swords?"

“No, it will be combat without weapons. But I want to make sure I consider all the possibilities,” he explained. He was so sweet, so kind, with that soft voice that comforted you every time you listened to it. Every time you saw him you wanted to hug him and never let go of him, but that wasn’t your position in his life. In fact, it was an achievement to be able to be friends with him now that you thought better of it “I won't tell you the name of the movements, I want it to be something spontaneous. Imagine I'm a real threat” he spoke again. Paul a real threat? He would never pose a threat in your life. You got into position and nodded your head gently, after doing all the rituals with the shield and the preparation poses.

Paul wasn't pretending to be gentle (at least not in this situation) so he threw the first punch. You dodged him, but he threw another one and you had to block him anyway. Thus began a rather difficult match (clearly for you) where Paul was still suppressing his full capacity.

It had been very strange to him the day you had approached him for a favor. He had imagined many things, but that was not on the list. And of course, although he did not inquire into the matter, he did take care of Duncan to investigate if someone was bothering you and that the guards doubled the night rounds. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't get anything, so he just kept training you.

You were so engrossed in what movement you could anticipate that you didn't realize when Paul knocked you down (without the slightest effort, just sliding his legs against your feet) until the weight of his body took over. He was on you, not exerting much pressure, but it was definitely there.

You began to drown, prey to memories and fear until finally, you kicked him that you would never, I repeat, NEVER have given him in a normal situation. You had kicked him hard enough to suffocate him and you knew that he would have a bruise thanks to you. But your brain acted so unconsciously because you somehow saw his face in it, and that caused you to get this violent. But when he came back to reality, there was only Paul, bent over his torso and trying to catch his breath.

And suddenly all the adrenaline, the fear and the thirst for revenge turned to guilt and self-loathing.

"Oh my God," you whispered worried, looking at him. You didn't want to hurt him, but you were scared that he might hurt you. Suddenly everything seemed to turn black. Your sight blurred and your hands shook even more.

"Y/N!" he could say, still a little choked, "What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, as angry as his body allowed. But when he noticed the tears falling from your eyes, he knew that something strange was happening.

"I'm so sorry, Paul, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" you said, repeating it countless times. You were blocked and panicked, so you had to fall against the nearest wall to keep your balance.

"Hey, hey… what's wrong?" he asked with a frown, totally confused. With a bit of effort, he reached over to you and tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away again. It was a reflex action and you hated yourself a little more for your reaction to the support he wanted to show you "Y/N..."

"I'm sorry, Paul, I... just forgive me, please" you sobbed and tears burst from your eyes. Then he forgot the pain, he forgot the anger and whatever else he had nothing to do with you.

"Y/N, explain to me what happens," he asked worriedly. This time he didn't try to touch you, instead, he kept a reasonable distance waiting for you to approach. And it did not take long to do it, because a few seconds later you threw yourself against his arms in search of comfort.

You wept bitterly, clinging to his arms as if they were an anchor to the real world, while everything you had kept on your chest for the past few months was present. Needless to say, the boy didn't understand anything at all, but that didn't stop him from comforting you.

So, after crying until your eyes were completely swollen, you decided that you had to talk to someone about it. And as you told Paul what had happened a sea of ​​emotions swirled inside you, ending in more tears.

He didn't want to pressure you and he didn't know what to say, but he was waiting for the moment to ask you for the name of the bastard who was causing you such suffering. And in a way, he also felt guilty, because the thought that this had happened to you under his own roof and for so long had made him completely ill.

You were his adoration; the owner of his heart, and he had let that happen to you. He could never forgive himself.

“That is why I asked you… that is why I asked you for help. I want to know how to defend myself, I want... maybe if he had known before, things would have been different”

"This will not happen again" he sentenced. Both of you were sitting on the floor, wrapped in each other's arms "You should..." he was going to say you should have told me before, but he didn't want to make you feel even worse "Y/N, why didn't you talk about this with someone?"

"I'm scared" you answered in a sob "I feel so bad and so nasty..."

"Stop," he said seriously. It hurt to the bottom of his heart to see you that way. His hand instantly went to your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “None of this was your fault. You… God, just tell me the name of that man and consider him dead today” he spoke. You have never seen him this angry "I hate myself so much for letting this happen because... I love you so much" he confessed. Your eyes widened upon hearing his words “And from now on you are going to have an escort assigned by myself. Nobody around you will dare to put a finger on you, do you hear me?” he promised you. His hands silently asked permission to surround your waist and your gaze said yes, allowing him to shorten the distance between you "Y/N, I'm so sorry" he said and now it was his turn to sob. He understood that you were fearful of his closeness, so he didn't try to make any sudden movements. Rather, he ran his hand carefully down the side of your face. “Let me take care of you from now on. Please, I just… I just want to protect you. You are what matters most to me in life” he confessed again. He wanted to kiss you, but he stopped. I was going to give you all the space and time you needed.

"Thanks, Paul," you said barely audible, catching his face in your hands. His hands no longer made you feel bad, his closeness was no longer unpleasant. It was just him, your Paul.

You leaned a little more against him, feeling safe and protected in his arms until sleep overcame you and the boy had to carry you to your room. There he stayed for as long as it took, taking care of your dreams and making sure you were safe.

No one would ever hurt you again. Never.

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Was he flirting with you?

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Scoops ahoy [R. H.]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I am a big fan of "Stranger Things" and although I didn't have it planned at first when I thought of an ice cream Scoops Ahoy came to my mind instantly and therefore the sailor uniforms. I had fun doing this, I hope you like it!

You sighed rather bored, turning a coin you took out of the tip jar in front of you. It was summer, the sun was beating down the streets, and everyone was in the Plainsville pools. Well, everyone except the ice cream shop customers, you and...

"Rodrick!" you yelled at him, making the spoon in his hand fall to the floor "Don't eat the ice cream!"

"I'm not eating the ice cream," he defended himself, but from the way he tried to hold the liquid in his mouth, it was obvious that he was lying.

You hated to admit that the boy looked so cute in that sailor uniform you were forced to wear, the complete opposite of the black clothes he normally wore. In the first place, you didn't even know how the hell someone had convinced him to use that. The more logical options were that he had lost a bet with his younger brother or his parents had sent him there as punishment or he simply couldn't find another place that would agree to employ him. Either way, you were happy to have it there, as the hours weren't so boring. Even if you kept scolding him.

"Better take tip money and pay for a full ice cream" you laughed, offering him the glass jar "And wash that spoon, please," you said pinching your nose while he smiled.

"You know, I've been thinking about it..." he started to say.

“About the spoon?”

“About the work” he answered, ignoring your comment as he approached you, putting a hand on your side and somehow imprisoning you between his body and the counter "I have five potential plans to—"

“No. water. balloons.”

"Fiiiiiiiine. I have two and a half potential plans to get us out of work this afternoon” he completed and you shook your head. The last time Rodrick had told you about his plans, you had ended up drenched to your socks and you still had to stay to work your entire shift. You didn't want to repeat that story.

"If you're going to keep complaining all afternoon, why are you working here in the first place?" you asked funny. And your curiosity was sincere because you really didn’t imagine that both would end there. I mean, you knew him from school and stuff, but you had never been the best of friends. In fact, you had started talking (really talking) when he applied for that job. The place was empty at the time, with just both of you looking at each other and smiling at each other. You didn't know if it was intentional or it was the smell of the detergent his mother used, but with the proximity of the moment, you noticed that Rodrick smelled quite good.

“Well...” he started to say, fleeing from your gaze. Suddenly he had become extremely shy and the blush on his cheeks betrayed him "I heard they gave the employees free ice cream"

"That is not true."

"Only the best" he boasted and you stifled a laugh, feeling watched by his watchful brown eyes, which you had to admit were very pretty.

Maybe it was due to the lack of contact with teenagers that you had had in recent weeks, but as much as you wanted to deny it Rodrick was beginning to seem attractive. He was honestly not the kind of guy you could introduce to your parents and they would be proud of, but you didn't dislike the idea of ​​hanging out with him either.

"You say a lot of nonsense, did you know that?"

"Yeah, I like to hear you laugh," he kindly admitted which took you by surprise. Was he flirting with you?

The doorbell rang and the two of you had to separate, with a slight shade of pink on your cheeks. You were in charge of serving the ice cream while Rodrick made God-only-knows-what in the kitchen of the establishment and once the customer left Rodrick returned.

"Why don't you ever serve any ice cream? Do you think they pay you just for your pretty face?”

“Do you think my face is pretty?” he asked amused.

“Do you think your face is pretty?” he counterattacked, looking at him with a defiant expression and your arms crossed. Ok, not only was he attracted to you, but you liked that boy. He had something that made him sexy and cute at the same time. You didn't know how to explain it, it just happened.

He laughed and you saw that he had a spoon in his hand. Oh, that's what he had come to do in the kitchen.

"You want an ice cream?"

"I am not going to steal it"

"I'll pay for it," he said, raising his hands in a sign of peace “I promise” he admitted, and you pointed out your two favorite flavors and he made some balls (somewhat ugly, to be honest) that he served in a cone, while he served another for himself.

Both of you sat at the tables while chatting happily, grateful that no customers had arrived yet, and laughing at just about anything.

"You know, I thought this job would be horrible and I would get shitty pay, but I have you as a partner and the idea of ​​stealing the ice cream doesn't sound so bad anymore" you confessed and he smiled broadly at you "I dare say the worst of the day is the bus I have to take to go home”

"Do you have to take the bus?" he asked with a frown and you nodded “Why didn't you say it before? I can take you home. I have a car

"Do you have a car?"

"Yeah, it's… well, it’s not a car, it’s the ugly white van that's parked in the back,” he replied amused.

"The one that says something about a diaper?"

"Yes, that. It's the name of my band”

“Uh, I thought some puberty had done it to annoy” you replied and he seemed offended, which made you laugh.

"Even if you judge my means of transport, you can still use it" he replied with a shrug.

"I'll pay you the same as I pay on the bus" you offered and he denied.

"Silly stuff. If you want to spend that money, let's go get an Icee at the mall” he suggested without much interest. He wanted to ask you out, but he didn't want to look so obvious and he didn't want to suffer the shame of rejection. Apparently, he was smarter than you imagined.

"It's a deal" you smiled, reaching out your hand and letting him hold it for a little longer than expected. You were about to say something else when you both jumped in your seat at a scream coming from the entrance.

"I'm not paying you to flirt with each other!" your boss said and both of you got up instantly to go to your places again “And are you stealing the merchandise?”

"No" you answered in unison and when you looked at him, you shared a knowing smile. The first of many.

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[x] IMAGINE BEING AN ARTIST AND KAZ LETTING YOU PAINT HIS BACK.

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(Note: this places itself years into relationship with Kaz and overcoming his phobias and traumas, so he's kind of ok with reader touching him, but he's not a cuddle monster or anything, don't worry XD I don't write for cuddle monster Kaz)

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"No, absolutely not." Kaz grumbled and walked out of your little atelier. You let out a whine, following him as he started making his way back to the attic.

"Please? We can wash it off after. I'd just like to try how it is to paint on skin."

"I already said no." he sighed. "Ask Jesper."

You let out an amused huff. "Do you really think he'd stay still?"

Kaz groaned. "Ask Matthias. Nina. Wylan. Inej."

You snorted at Matthias, but then shrugged. "Nina could be willing."

"Good, then ask her." he said and opened his door. "Come back when you're done, I need to go over the plan with you."

"Of course. I'd come back even if you didn't ask, though." you smiled at him and took a hold of his hand briefly before you started descending the stairs. Kaz looked at you go for a moment and then made his way back to the office.

Inej, Jesper and Wylan were at the bar counter, but you didn't see Nina anywhere. It was odd, she was usually there with the rest of the Crows at this time of evening.

"Where's Nina?" you asked, and Jesper shrugged.

"She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Judging by their giggles, they're spending the night... elsewhere. What I gathered, they're celebrating something," Jesper told you and you groaned.

"Why today of all days?" you muttered and made your way back to Kaz's office, slumping on your armchair and Kaz lifted his gaze to you.

"Didn't Nina want to be painted either?" he asked, and you shrugged.

"Can't ask. She and Matthias left somewhere some hours ago. Jesper said they're going to spend the night together because they're celebrating something."

Kaz cocked a brow. "Celebrating what?"

"Anniversary? No, it can't be their anniversary yet. Ugh. I don't know," you groaned. "I was so excited, and this would have been a calm evening. But maybe another time..."

Kaz was quiet for a moment, before he sighed. "All right. You can paint my back this one time."

You couldn't believe your ears. "What?"

"This one time. It's just this one time. I won't be your canvas for the rest of your works, and I won't go around showing it to everyone like Nina would," Kaz continued, and you broke into a wide smile.

"Really?" you excitedly asked, and Kaz couldn't help but smile slightly. "You can decide the topic, then. I'll get my things. Come to the atelier when you can."

You hopped to your atelier to get your stuff ready and it didn't take long for Kaz to join you. You pulled up two chairs for yourself and him.

"Take off your shirt and we can begin," you smiled and Kaz started unbuttoning his shirt, soon sitting on the chair backward, leaning his arms on the backrest as you sat behind him. "What do you want me to paint?"

Kaz thought for a moment. "Your favorite memory of us."

You giggled. "Wow. That's cheesy from you."

"It just popped into my mind." he smirked and rested his chin on his hand. "How long is this going to take?"

"Long enough that if you need to use the bathroom, you should use it now," you replied, putting your supplies ready.

Kaz nodded with a small sigh. "All right. You can begin then."

"It might tickle at first, but try to stay still." you told him.

You dipped the brush to your black paint, faintly mixing it with the white one. You already knew what memory you were choosing - that evening Kaz had held hands with you for the first time. You had watched a beautiful sunset together, something rare in Ketterdam to see, but Kaz hadn't looked at it. He had looked at you, eyes so full of love and admiration, and he had taken off his glove, linking his hand with yours. It had been very brief and you almost didn't register it, believing it was just hopeful thinking, but you had glanced down just before he pulled away with a slight hitch in his breath and put his glove back.

You were painting yourself and Kaz as silhouettes against a beautiful, orange sunset, with a ship peeking from the right and some houses from the left. The memory was carved into your mind and you could remember it clear as day, even when it had been over five years from that moment.

Kaz didn't really talk during you painting, something you were grateful for. Nina likely couldn't shut up, making it harder especially if she'd laugh. She always made you both laugh, that's why you hadn't taken her as your first choice.

It took about two and half hours before you made your last stroke, leaning back to check your work one last time.

"It's finished," you told Kaz and started putting your supplies away, nodding towards a small space beside your pile of empty canvases. "The mirror is that way if you want to see."

Kaz stood up, making his way towards the mirror and you saw him frown before he started to smile slightly.

"Do you like it?" you questioned and Kaz nodded.

"I almost feel sorry for having to wash it off," he said quietly and you giggled.

"Aw, is that a compliment?"

"You could say that," Kaz smirked, making his way back to you. "I... it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kind of liked it."

"So... does that mean that I can use your back as a canvas again if I want?" you asked, and Kaz raised his eyebrows before he smiled softly, giving his answer that way.

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Prompt: E11. Listening to music

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Word count: 435

Yet another day at the Slat. Kaz was making plans, like usual and you read a book near his table. You finished your chapter and yawned.

"Tired already?" he asked, not lifting his gaze from the blueprint.

"I can't understand how you can sit there for hours, looking at the blueprints." you replied and let your gaze go around the room and your eyes settled on a gramophone. "Hey, where did you get that?"

Kaz lifted his gaze momentarily, following your line of sigh and smirked before he went back to looking at his plan. "It's an authentic Casart, first of its kind, about a hundred and fifty years old. It will pay us at least fifty thousand kruge."

"You're going to sell it? Are you nuts?" you gasped, making Kaz look at you again and you made your way to the gramophone, noticing it still had a vinyl disc in place. "This is the coolest thing ever."

Kaz raised his eyebrows at you. "I have no use for such device. I can't concentrate on work if I have to listen to music right next to my ear."

You chuckled. "Then don't work, let's just listen."

"I don't have time for-"

"Oh c'mon Kaz, just one song? Please?" you pouted, and Kaz rolled his eyes, putting his quill down and leaning back on his chair.

"All right then. One song," he agreed, and his lips quirked up slightly when your face lit up at his words. You excitedly rotated the wheel and moved the stylus to the vinyl, a soft piano music filling the room. You clapped, pleased with how well it still worked and sat back beside Kaz, and you both just listened the song play on. You smiled widely through the whole song, and Kaz had to admit, the music was beautiful. Nothing like the drunken songs some customers played at the club - he had partly expected something like that.

When the song came to close, you slowly rose up from your seat, intending to keep your promise about just one song, but you were stopped when you felt a gloved hand wrap around your wrist. You turned to look at Kaz, but he just shook your head, earning another bright smile from you. You sat back down, and Kaz returned to his work, finding the soft piano music in the background calming and it actually made him think more creatively, if it was even possible.

Music wasn't something that Kaz Brekker had valued that greatly before as listening to it didn't pay him kruge, but on this moment, he had been proven wrong.

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