hush rush

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love square online gaming AU

“Okay, I quit. Ladybug’s mother likes me more than Ladybug does. How does that work?”

Walking back to her computer, Marinette snorted, wondering if that had anything to do with hearing her mom shout, “She’s AFK, dear,” earlier.

“Because she never has to talk to you, obviously.”

“Meouch. I assure you that your mother and I have had some lovely conversations.”

Marinette, who’d been a party to most of those conversations (which mostly consisted of her mother handing over blackmail material by the bucketload), hurried on, “Anyway, I’m sure you don’t want to hear all about my exciting trip to the bathroom, so—”

Right on queue, her channel partner said, “Wait, what kind of exciting are we talking about? Because—”

“The kind where I stubbed my toe on the cabinet,” she interrupted, choking down a laugh as she booted her character back up, “so hush.”

A rush of notifications from the livesteam chatters let her know that Chat had been ‘yowling like a horny cat’ and that they were glad she was back.

“Oh my god, you guys.”

Looks like Elle’s gonna win the prize,” Chat sang, either oblivious or uncaring of the way their supporters were slandering his name, “If there ever was a perfect couple, this one qualifies—”


Fifteen different variations of, It’s true though! popped up on Marinette’s screen.

You two need to kiss!

“A-huh,” Marinette half-snorted and half-sighed. “If kitty-gamer over there ever wants to move his butt from New York to Paris, I’ll give it a thought.”

All her lines went dead silent, and what followed had to be the strangest silence in Marinette’s Let’s Play career.


Oh my god popped up in the chat window a couple of times, but other than that, no one said a peep.


Chat cleared his throat.

“I, um… I am.”

One second for it to sink in, and then Marinette’s gut flipped inside-out.

“You’re… what?”

Chat cleared his throat again, and Marinette wondered how she could hear the blush. “Moving. To Paris.”


“Not! Of course! That we have to meet or anything if you don’t want to, but I’m not going to be online for like five days in like… two weeks.”

“Oh,” said Marinette, and sank her teeth into her suddenly tingling lips, face hot. “Well, h-how about that.”

‘How about that’ indeed, she thought as Chat laughed on the other side of the line. Three years of shooting down her friend’s ridiculous advances, and now, suddenly, she was faced with the idea that they might not be quite so ridiculous, and…

And, suddenly, all of her was a little warmer — and a little more eager — than she’d like to think about.


“Aaaaaanyway,” she said in her very best Ladybug voice, “we’re burning airtime, people! Let’s move! I want this base conquered by sundown!”


I feel it coming

Request: “Can you do a Dom!Bucky fic with a shy reader who is insecure about sex and Bucky ends up treating her really sweetly but maintaining dominance?”

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings; Language, SMUT, oral male and female receiving, penetration, Dom!Bucky, kinky things, a lot of SIN

Your are tipsy. That’s the only explanation for be having a fit of laughter seeing Thor imitate Tony. 

- HA HA very funny, really - Tony is pissed, you can tell, but that only makes the poor interpretation of Thor funnier - Okay hammer man, you win

- Of course I win! - Thor, accepting his victory as humbly as ever

Moments like these, were you all are just enjoying the company of the others are the ones you want to treasure for the rest of your life. After asking for some pizzas and opening some bottles of wine you are all spread over the couchs on Tony’s living room.

Standing up from the couch he was ocuping Tony is the first one of the Avengers who leaves the party and try to find some sleep after a particulary rough mission.

- Would be okay, you two? - with a half smile Steve ask to you and Bucky, the only ones who are in the living room besides him yet.

- Of course, go get some sleep Cap - you assure him

- See you tomorrow morning to run, pal? - Steve asks to his best friend

- Yep, five o’clock downstairs - he responds with a yawn

With a last wave of his hand Steve leaves Bucky and you alone in the big living room of the Stark tower. You play with the hems of your sweater (Bucky’s sweater, in fact) while looking at the handsome profile of your boyfriend. His features are enlighted by the mortecine light of the TV, his blue eyes bright even in half darkness and his arm resting protectively around your waist.

- If you keep staring at me like that I’d blush, doll - he says tearing his eyes away from the tv

- Mmh, sorry - The heat comes to your cheeks. Damn, you are always blushing around him, you can’t help it. Even now that you are officially together you still sometimes feel insecure around him, not that he has told you anything to feel that way but… you just can’t help it. He’s so perfect.

- I didn’t say I mind - he chuckles lowering his head to capture your lips with his

Waves of electricity run through your body at the simple contact of his lips pecking yours, it has always been like that since the first kiss. This man does things to you. 

Later, you will blame it to the alcohol runing through your veins but when Bucky is about to break the kiss you lift your hands onto his cheeks to hold him in place while you deepen the kiss. He seems surprised at first but quickly recovers and corresponds with fearous intensity, moving also his torso to face you. 

You shudder a little when his hands find your knees and force your legs to open wider so he can fit himself in between them. At the same time he bites softly your bottom lip to insert his warm tongue in your mouth, which you accept eagerly. You are slowly falling over the soft cushions of the couch with Bucky on top of you, never breaking the kiss, feeling how his big hands caress the bare skin of your legs. 

You let out a soft moan when he squeeze your ass with the hand his not using to support his weight and it seems to break the spell he was immersed. Suddenly he breaks the kiss looking at you with wide eyes

- Fuck. Sorry doll - he starts to move away from you - I didn’t meant to push… - you cut him grabing his collar and sealing his lips with yours

- Just… - you whisper feeling your cheeks blush again - Keep doing it 

Bucky, hovering over you, stares blanky at you for a solid minute and, when you are mentally deciding to which part of Sibera you are gonna run to hide in embarrassement, a slow wide grin appears on his face. The air in the room changes and all your senses comes to life seeing how his blue eyes spark in anticipation.

- Well well… - he purrs placing a stray lock behind your ear - I think I will be able to satisfy all your wishes, doll

Before you can say a word, Bucky stands up abruptly dragging you with him

- We need more privacy - he winks at you while carrying you until your shared bedroom

Once in there, again on your feet, you feel all your previous daring fade being replazed by shyness. The big figure of Bucky approach slowly to you and, by some reason, the expression on his face makes you feel aroused and afraid at the same time. 

Tenderly, he places his hands at both of your cheeks and ducks his head to capture your lips in the most caring way infunding you new confidence.

- If you are not comfortable or just want to stop anytime - he says above your parted lips - just tell me and I’ll stop immediately, okay doll? - you nod extremelly thankful of having him as a boyfriend. He chuckles - I’m gonna need you to use words Y/N, tell me, are you okay with that? 

- Y-Yeah Bucky - your voice small

- Good girl - he says approvingly and his grave voice makes you shudder - Turn your back to me, darling - his eyes dark with lust

Swalowing with your mouth suddenly dry, you do as command feeling his presence in your back close enough to feel his warm but not enough for him to touch your needy skin.

- Hands on the wall, beatiful - he whispers on your ear sending shivers all over your spine

You do as he told you placing hesitant your hands on the cold wall trying to get a hint of what’s happening behind you. His hands reach your hips while his lips caress the half exposed skin of your collarbone, sucking and biting. You gasp when one of his hands finds the end of your sweatshirt and explores the covered skin of your belly, making his way painfully slow until your breasts.

- Hands up - he growls and your body reacts immediately allowing him to get ride of the garment, as soon as the sweater goes off of you, you put your hands again on the wall. - Such a good girl - he praises you placing his hands in your skin again - Just for that I won’t tease you…not too much, at least - he chuckles darkly and you can’t hold back a moan when his hands massage your breasts over your bra

Setting aside your hair Bucky makes a wet path of kisses all over your nape and neck arriving at your ear lobe and biting softly at it while his fingers make his way under your bra, finding your already hard nipples

- Oh God - you moan when the friction becomes too much. Your back arches desperate for him to do something and your ass rub againts Bucky’s already hard cock earning a deep growl from him - Bucky… please do something

Breathing heavily on your ear he slides a hand trough your abdomen reaching your jeans and unbuttoning them professionaly while his other hand makes placement around your neck, not pressing too hard, just keeping your head steady on his chest. At this point you have given yourself totally to the man behind you and you will willingly pray for him to ease the pain that’s placed in your crotch.

At a turtorious pace his long fingers slide on your underwear massaging around your sensitive spot, but not quiet touchig it.

- Buck…. - you whine and he hushes you not rushing himself at any moment, just enyojing the frustrated sounds he’s making you do. You nearly cry when finally one of his fingers brush your clit making your back to slam againts his cock in need. 

Mercilessly he repeats the action adding more fingers and more friction and taking you to the edge. You gasp for air when his middle finger open your folds and slides over your already soaking wet cunt.

- Holy shit doll! - he grunts - You are so wet, so good - his hips make an unvoluntary pounding movement while he masturbs you, as if imagining himself burying his hard length in to your tight walls.

- Bucky pleaseee - you whine, you need him to do something… anything! But now. Harshly he undo your jeans and free your neck so he can put them out of you. You feel the urge to replace his hand with yours in your suddenly lonely clit -  Hands.On.The.Wall  - but his gruffy voice contains you to do so. You hear the bastard chuckle when you whine.

Kneeled behind you he takes your jeans and panties off of your legs and your head miss the support of his chest when your neck give up feeling his calloused hands making his way though your thighs until your now exposed cunt.

- God, you’re gorgeous - you hear him mutter 

You are not prepared for the overwhelming feeling of his warm tongue licking your clit from behind and your fingers curl over the flat surface of the wall trying to find some support. His wet tongue caress your folds cleaning all your juices  

You tremble when he repeats the action one time, and another, making you a moaning mess, if wasn’t by his hands firmly planted on your hips you would be rocking againts him, too lost in the feeling to be ashamed of your ways.

- Buck I’m gonna…. - you try to warn him that your orgasm is close just for him to tear away from you making you gasp in surprise.  

- You’ll come when I’ll tell you to, doll - you want to protest but it dies on your troath when he rubs his hard cock over your buttocks imititating the love making. 

Bucky gives a last squeeze to your tits before freeing them from your bra and making you turn around. The kiss he gives to you is nearly enough to make you come undone, all teeth and tongue. You can’t help but grab on to his forearms for dear life while he devastates your mouth.

- The things I would do to that mouth… - he growls looking at your parted lips. He stares at you for a second searching for some kind of disapproval and, when he doesn’t find any, he smiles filthly - Come here - You let him guide you to the bed where he sits with his legs wide open - Kneel, princess - he orders. You obey. - I want those sweet lips around my cock - you feel a spur of fire straight to your core at his words

- Yes, Sir - you purr and he moan at your lustful gaze. 

Licking his lips in anticipation he observes how you slowly duck your head until his throbing cock. Licking your own lips to wet them your touch in the most softly way his head making his hips to jerk at the sudden feeling. You bit your inner cheek trying to contain the smile which’s forming on your lips seeing how much you affect him. With renewed confidence you make a long lick to his prominence capturing with your lips as well the pre-cum that goes out of him. 

All his body tense at your action making the veins of his collarbone more prominents and his cheeks to flush, you look up to meet his gaze absolutely focused on your lips, as if they were some kind of new marvelous animal specimen. You repeat the previous action, this time, adding more of his sensitive flesh in to your mouth and Bucky moan loudly grabing a fist full of your hair. 

- FUCK, doll…. Yeah so good… - spurred by his reaction you open your jaw wider and take him in to your mouth completely. Bucky let out a strangled sound and his thighs contracts involuntarily under your palms, who would have guessed that the Winter soldier would be so vocal when receiving an oral? You chuckle innerly.

Bobbing your head you take him on to your mouth one time and another playing also with your tongue, repeating the movement when you discover that caressing the strap big vein on the back of his cock makes him go wild. Bucky stretch your hair a little when you add your hands in to the game, playing with his already contracted testicles. You have even to contain your gagging impulse a couple times when he raise his hips lost in pleasure.

- Stop  - he reaches for your forearms to lift you when he’s about to cross the frontier. You lick your lips, shinny with his precum and he moans filthtly before kissing you eagerly. While kissing he helps your legs surround his waist and you had to bite back a moan when you feel his hard cock pressed againts your abdomen, if he just moves a little… He helps your hips to move rocketing his thighs and you moan on his mouth needy for some kind of real friction.

- Spread for me, doll. I want you on your back, legs wide open - he says

Trembling a little under his intense gaze you do as told and put your back over the matress, covered with soft blakets. You open your legs not quiet secure with showing yourself so much but soon all your worries fade out under the loving look of him. 

- Look at you doll. I could eat you alive and I wouldn’t get enough - he hovers over you, full erect and you gulp nervous. - Hey - he forces your chin so you are looking at him straight to the eyes - Do you remember what I told you, right?

- Yeah  - you nod, blushing

- What I told you princess? - he pecks your lips 

- That, we can stop anytime - he nods smiling

- You want to stop? - asks tenderly

- Fuck, No - you say rotundly and he laugh out loud

- Okay doll - Bucky ducks his head to kiss your bare nipple making you moan - I want you to tell me when you are about to come, okay? - you nod - Don’t come until I told you so - you gulp.

Leaving soft kisses all over your breasts Bucky plays with your nipples before he makes a path until your already sensitive cunt. Your head smash on the matress when his tongue finds again your sweet spot, not giving you any chance to contain the loud moan that scapes your lips.

- GOD, Buck..!! Yes… please - you are a mess while his lips sucks at your clit and his tongue draws fire patterns on your folds. You know how wet he’s making you just by the sounds that are echoing in the room besides your moans and your hard breathing.

Sooner than you are proud of, in your your lower abdomen, forms a heat pool that threaten to send you over the edge any time soon. There’s nothing on this world that you want more than jump through the edge guided by Bucky’s mouth, but you know that you need to ask permission first.

- Bucky I’m gonna….

- No - he says breaking the contact just enough to asnwer

- Buuck - you whine half crying. All your body is screaming you to give up to the pleasure  - I can’t I-I– BUCKY - your hands had made a steel anchor on his brown locks and your legs are squirming uncontrollably under him - I’M GONNA…

You scream when he tears his precious mouth away from you just a second before you reach you big end. He makes his way up to your lips kissing the same path he did when going down on you until reach your mouth and kisses you. You taste yourself on him.

- On your four - his gruff voice says. You turn yourself over quickly. 

You moan when his hands help you find the position by lifting your ass until his cock

- Don’t come until I allow you - he says in your ear and waits

- Yes, sir - you respond weakly

Your mouth makes a perfect “o” shape when his hard member makes his way in to your cunt, burying slowly into you, allowing to everyone of your nerve endings to analize the pleasure.

- Holy shit doll - he groans behind you - You are so tight - with a last whine he buries himself completelly into you and waits for your unspeaked permission to continue, which you give him by moving your hips againts his.

- James! - you scream when you feel the big presence in to you moving in and out of your pussy, wrecking havoc al your common sense - Oh My God, Yes… Yes… - you are a mess on his competent hands.

He is pounding into you at a devastating pace and you know that his fingerprints on your hips are gonna leave you covered for days. The familiar feeling on your abdomen takes place again and you cling on the sheets as a futile trying to contain the pleasure to overcome you.

- Bucky I can’t.. anymore… - you moan, your head spining with pleasure. Your eyes roll back when he ducks his head to bite your neck, then shooting the mark with his tongue. You can feel his strong torso rubing your back while he pounds mercilessly on to you, you are both covered in sweat and panting. 

- Hold on - he orders and you cry reconsidering on giving up. One of his hands leaves your hip to cover your soaked clit and starts to make circles over it. You tremble and whine trying to hold his forearm, it’s too much to hold without coming undone. 

- Come doll, come for me all over my cock - he growls and you don’t have to be told twice. After taking all the air your lungs are able to, you come around his throbing cock moaning his name out loud. The orgasm makes you see white and your ears to buzz and the hand of Bucky on your clit just extends the pleasure making you walls to keep milking him. 

Seeing you melting into his arms seems to be the last spurr Bucky needs because, just behind you, his orgasm waves over him making his hips to pound as deep as they can get and his cock to cover your inner walls in white.

Too tired to support himslef anymore he spins you around laying his back on the matress with you on top of him, breathing heavily. Still panting you surround his chest with your arms and smile softly pressing your cheek to his chest, just above his runaway heart. You feel his hands caress sotly your back trying to calm you down and him, as well. You look up to him

- Do you liked it, doll? - he asks, still out of breath after his orgasm

- Yeah Bucky - you kiss his sweated chest - And yo..?

- Awsome - he says, adoration on his voice. You both laugh feeling completely satisfied and content

After a few seconds of silence Bucky has already regained normal breathing, lucky supersoldier, and he leaves you for a second to reach something to clean up all he holy mess you have done.

Once you are fully cleaned and he has made sure that you are comfortable and happy, he lays again with you on the bed, fully prepared to achieve a night of sleep, free from nightmares as always that you sleep in his arms. You sigh contently cuddling around his chest

- Doll… - you hear him, nearly falling on your slumber

- Hmm? 

- I love you - he says with voice full of love

- I love you too - you use your last forces to kiss his smily lips before falling asleep lulled by the warm of the body of your beloved soldier.

A/N: I loved that request. Thank you

Also, sorry for the grammar mistakes, I’ll fix them later :)

Morning Light

In the hush preceding 
The morning rush, before
The sun made its daily debut
I said goodbye to you reluctantly
Cracking jokes to lighten the room
Laughing to keep the tears at bay
Chattering inanely to busy my mouth
From begging you to stay
Sure it would be no use anyway
Always making it easier on you
Even at the expense of my heart

If I’d known that would be the last
Dark morning you left me
I would’ve done things differently
Though I’ve no doubt the outcome
Would stay the same
At least now I see the light
That I shouldn’t settle for someone
In a rush to leave my side
Before the first light of day

I’m Tired of Being Your Secret

“What time is it?” Draco asked, stroking the messy black-haired boy’s outstretched arm, entranced in its seamless connection to his bare torso. Harry Potter sat up, picked up his glasses from the bedside table and placed them onto his face, pushing his hair away from his eyes. He looked at his watch.
“Almost two.” Harry responded, yawning and leaning back into Draco Malfoy, who had rolled onto his side to follow the warmth that Harry brought him in the brief time that they shared into the late hours of the night. His arms were spread across the whole of the back of the double bed that the room of requirement had conjured up for them. Harry nuzzled into Draco’s naked shoulder, kissing the bare skin lightly.
“Potter?” Draco asked after a moment of peace between them.
“How long is this going to go on for?”
“This. Us. The sneaking around in the middle of the night, meeting at the room of requirement. Not exactly romantic, telling everyone I’m going to see Slughorn, just so I can get a hushed, rushed and flushed few hours with you. I want…I don’t know…something more”.
“Hushed, rushed and flushed?” Harry asked with a smirk. Draco nudged his shoulder before giving him a serious look. The words that he had said suddenly then sunk into Harry’s head.
“Wait, what are you saying?” Asked Harry, sitting up now, in disbelief that Draco could possibly want to be open to other people about their relationship.
Draco, now cross legged sitting opposite Harry, shuffled closer to the boy he had begun to fall for, taking his hands in his own.
“I have spent my whole life trying to impress everyone. My father, my mother, everyone in this damn school. I finally have something worth showing off and I’m, what? Hiding it away like a dirty secret? I want to walk to breakfast holding your hand, and kiss you before I destroy you in Quidditch, without having to worry about who might see, or what people will think if I even talk to you in the corridor. I want to drink butterbeer at the same damn table, instead of feeding off stolen glances across rooms, offering to get the next round just so that we can have those few fleeting moments of disguised contact at the bar. I want your friends to hate me because they’re scared I’m going to hurt you, not because they think you hate me too. I want you Potter.” Draco exclaimed putting his hand to Harry’s cheek. “I want us.”
Harry looked into Draco eyes, and he saw all of their secret nights together, all of their stolen looks across rooms. He saw the first time Draco came to him, struggling with the aftermath of Lord Voldemort, he saw their first kiss, hidden in the back of the library, he saw the first time they came to the room of requirement, Draco walking backwards, lips locked to Harry’s, who was guiding the way, with one eye open to make sure they made it inside the room successfully. He saw all of the longing, and all of the loss, and all of the love. And he saw the possibility of a future together. A future where they could live freely without worrying who saw.

Harry took his hand to meet Draco’s on his cheek, bringing it round to his lips, where he held it tightly, closing his eyes to hold the moment of freedom. For so long he had ached to feel the hands of the blonde-haired boy that sneered at him across the room, and now that he had it he had to keep it a secret. Harry’s thoughts turned to Draco’s parents. To Molly and Narcissa, who would somehow have to come to terms with one another, and how difficult it would all be and how much stress it would be for the Weasley’s who had been the only true home he had known. The only place aside from Draco’s arms where he had ever felt truly safe.
“I wish it could be that simple.” Harry said, lowering Draco’s hand to the rumpled sheets that lay between them.
“It could be”, pleaded Draco, who could only imagine two years into the future, huddled next to Harry at Christmas, everyone round the fire, with his very own knitted jumper, a green ‘D’ lovingly embroidered to the centre; a sign of acceptance from the people that held such an enmity in Harry’s heart.
But Harry was more concerned. He was concerned about explaining to everyone, he was concerned about the reaction Draco would get from his ‘mates’, he was concerned about how his own best friends would take it. And so, the next words that Harry spoke pierced Draco like an excellently executed cruciatus curse.
“Could it?”


It was approaching 11pm in the eighth year common room, and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at a table by the fire together, finishing off their work. Harry and Ron were writing a tedious essay on the intentions and dangers of the draught of living death that was due in the following day. Hermione was scanning through her arithmancy homework that was due in the following week. So far Harry had written “The Draught of Living Death is a potion that has many positive intentions and outcomes, but also dangers. Some of it’s intentions are-“. He looked up from his paper and saw Draco Malfoy sat at a table on the other side of the common room. Malfoy was looking at him with the same look that Harry had no doubt that he was looking at him with. Longing. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment, both with sad looks in their eyes. Following their conversation from the previous night, there was now a whole new dynamic between them. Now that he knew that Malfoy felt the same way as him about their relationship being kept a secret, he felt something else between them. Something almost like regret. The only ones left in the common room other than them were Ron and Hermione, but they were entirely oblivious to the fact that Draco and Harry wanted to be left alone. After a moment, Harry tore his gaze away from Malfoy and looked toward Ron and Hermione. They were sat closely together on the sofa, and Harry watched as Ron groaned and rested his head on Hermione’s shoulder.
“Hermione,” he said in a whine. “I can’t do it!” Hermione turned to him and kissed his head.
“Yes you can, Ronald,” She said, resting her cheek on his bright red hair. “Come on, write something.” She picked up his quill and placed it into his hand, closing his fist around it. He looked at her with a look that said how did I get this lucky? He leaned across to kiss her lips briefly, before the two of them got back to work.
Harry couldn’t help but feel jealous of them. They could so openly be happy in their relationship, without having to hide anything from anyone. Harry looked back over to Draco, and saw him looking at Ron and Hermione too before looking back toward Harry. The two of them smiled sadly at each other before Draco looked back down at his book, clearly not reading a word of it. But Harry’s gaze didn’t fall. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the way that Draco’s delicate fingers caressed the corner of the page, or the way his tie was set so precisely to the centre of his chest. Then he thought back to room of requirement, and how many times he had pulled the tie from around Draco’s neck, and how he had kissed that neck, and how safe he had felt in those moments. Harry’s friends had given him so much over the years, but Draco had provided him with something he had never felt. A feeling that could not be brought to justice through words.
“Guys.” Harry said suddenly, loudly enough for Draco to hear too, who looked up from his book in surprise. Ron and Hermione looked up, and Hermione’s face looked worried.
“What is it, Harry, are you alright?” Hermione asked, her face paling, her eyes instinctively flicking to the faded scar, just visible through Harry’s tufts of hair.
“Oh, yeah! No it’s fine, it’s nothing like that.” The look of relief on Hermione’s face was bright as day, but Ron just chuckled.
“Hermione, he literally said ‘guys’, I don’t think that calls for such a dramatic response.” Harry heard Draco snigger slightly at Ron’s comment. Hermione rolled her eyes, but still looked relieved.
“What is it, then?” She asked, and the two of them looked at Harry expectantly. Harry looked over towards Draco, who stared back. After a moment, Harry stood up and walked over to him, all the while Ron and Hermione watched him, confused. As Harry made his way over, Draco stood up. He opened his mouth to ask what Harry was doing, but Harry just reached out to hold Draco’s face, and kissed him. Malfoy froze in shock for a moment before kissing back, the large book slipping between his fingers and hitting the hard wooden floor as Draco’s fingers intertwined with Harry’s. After a moment, Draco pulled back, and turned to Ron and Hermione.
“Surprise.” He said in a half-amused, half-worried tone. Harry laughed and pulled back, turning to face his best friends. Hermione and Ron sat on the sofa, faces entirely shocked.
“Look, I know this is totally out of the blue, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t know how you’d take it. I guess I’m about to find out.” Harry winced, clutching Draco’s hand even tighter. Draco chuckled lightly next to Harry.
“Look Harry, I’m just glad you’re happy,” Hermione said finally, beginning to smile. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” She got up to hug Harry as his face broke into a grin. He let go of Draco’s hand as he went to Hermione to hug her. When she went to sit back down she nudged Ron, prompting him to say something.
“Bloody hell,” Ron said, his face still staring into nothingness, an expression of shock and confusion on his face. Hermione wacked his head playfully, but still with a fierceness that threatened him if he said something stupid that would wreck his best friendship. Harry went back to Malfoy, and took his hand again. “No no, I mean don’t get me wrong I’m happy for you mate! But,” He paused, shaking his head. “Bloody hell.” Harry laughed as Ron put his hands to his head, clearly recalculating many memories. “How long has this been… how long have you guys… how long is this-“
“I think what Ron is trying to say is how long has this been going on? And how? And when?” Hermione finished for Ron.
“A few weeks after the final battle. Draco came to me because he knew I’d understand how it feels being under the threat of the dark lord and-“
“Uhm, Potter, can we not ruin my reputation please?” Draco said.
“Yeah, says the guy, holding my hand.” Harry responded and Draco immediately let go and wacked his head, the same way Hermione had done to Ron. Harry dodged and laughed, and Draco laughed with him. Hermione smiled at them, almost amused, whilst Ron just continued to look on in shock and confusion.
“Anyone else need a firewhisky?” He said, and Harry and Hermione laughed. They both immediately agreed to go, but Draco didn’t say anything. Hermione immediately noticed his unease.
“You coming Malfoy?” Hermione challenged, inviting Draco to join them despite the torments he had put her through. After all, if Harry had been able to put everything aside, then perhaps she could learn to tolerate him. “First rounds on you” she ordered while packing her things into her bag, before standing to look Draco square in the eye. Draco’s grip tightened on Harry’s, Harry’s eyes darting to Ron in fear and apprehension, who looked just as apprehensive. They both knew how ruthless Hermione could be when it came to something, or someone she cared about. She looked at Malfoy with a glare that neither of them had seen before. It wasn’t anger, yet it wasn’t forgiveness. It seemed to emulate a combination of the two, with just enough intrigue to keep both Harry and Draco on edge. Unsure as to whether his girlfriend was going to hug Draco or punch him, which admittedly he would not mind seeing, Ron put a hand on her shoulder. At his touch, she relaxed slightly.
“Come on then. Suppose we’d better hear how this all came about.” exclaimed Hermione, taking Ron’s hand as they began to walk through the corridors, the warmth of the firewhiskies pulling them towards Hogsmeade.

This was co-written by me and my amazing friend Jack, who is incredible at writing so I just want to thank him so MUCH for helping me with this <3

Thank you for taking the time to read this! xx

When the Ink Dries VI (ch 13-16)

Rated: Explicit

Thank you: @icedteainthebag for brilliant feedback and guidance

Warning:  This story contains many potentially sensitive topics, too many to separately mention.  Read cautiously or have a friend vet it for you if you’re sensitive to something in particular.

Apology:  for it taking so long.  I recommend a refresher, if you can stand it, of at least the most recent chapters.

Read the previous chapters here


Chapter 13

Mulder was on the porch when he got the phone call, the shrill landline ringer pricking the post-midnight air from behind the screen door like a chorus of crickets.  Out here in the middle of nowhere, it seemed a new species of bug came into existence once a week.  They used to refer to the place where he was sitting as Scully’s spot - now, like it or not, all the spots were his.  He’d been watching the driveway like a Golden Retriever every night since she moved out, faithfully expecting his vigilance to bring her back sooner, full of self-pity and priding himself in his loyalty.  The past couple of years, it seemed like he was busy anytime she was sitting out there.  But the tasks on his to-do list which were once so important only held his attention so long as the smell of her shampoo still hung in the doorway over her empty coat hook.  Once that was gone, there was nothing left to do.

In the rush and hush of it all, Stella’s smooth, silvery voice sounded even more illicit than it did any other time - so much so that at the beginning, he’d had a moment of panic where he wondered how he’d wound up on the phone with a nine-hundred-number.  

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Mores2sl summary - Hush sweet summer

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Summary: From that first day they met in school to their last memory, Katniss explores what the deal is with the baker’s son through yearly summers on holiday together as friends, nights spent locked away in the cramped bathroom and that stupid tape, Peeta urged her to make for Prim. Not that she’d ever be allowed to watch it that is.

She never should have kissed him that day. It took her weeks to get that white stuff out of her hair.

Hotel room

Getting back into the swing of things with a request from an anon of (the numbers I can’t remember) “There’s only one bed…” & “Put me down!” Here she is, some fun (albeit childish) times with Ten in a hotel room, simply because you can. Don’t ask me, you’re the one who suggests it. You’ll see. Anyway…

Word count:1940 (Jesus, I guess I’m back)


Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

“You know Doctor” You started, wandering circles around the Tardis console. “We travel a lot, yeah?”

“Am I supposed to have to answer that?” The Doctor’s voice echoed out from under the console. You frowned, walking over to stop just above the open part of grating he’d managed to worm himself into. Seriously, all that was visible were those old converse and the ends of pinstriped pants through grating and bundles of wire.

“No, shut up” You shot back, pulling a face at him even though you knew he couldn’t see it. You rolled your eyes as you heard his laugh echo around the room. “Anyway… My point is, with all the travelling we do, we’ve never stayed in a hotel” You crouched down by his feet, one hand on the console for balance.

“We’ve got the Tardis” He pointed out, still working.

“Yeah but… I don’t know. Just so we can do like… things you do in a hotel”

“What things do you do in a hotel?” He asked you, actually sounding curious despite the spark and muffled curse that followed his question. You frowned slightly.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, keep going” He responded, shifting slightly.

“Well um, things like… Well get one with a pool, go swimming, throw each other in. Jump on the bed, make a blanket fort, order tonnes of room service” You shrugged then, shifting to sit cross legged beside the open grating. “When I was a kid I used to love just watching TV in a hotel room. Just ‘cos hotels are cool, y’know? Do it like a traveller” You poked his foot, watching as he shifted again. “When’s the last time you stayed in a hotel, Doctor?” There was a moment of pause before he responded.

“Not sure actually”

You jumped when he quickly manoeuvred himself out, more than impressed when he was completely out and sitting on the floor beside you in around five seconds.

“Guess we could, might be an adventure in itself. Anywhere in mind?” He asked. You just shrugged and shook you head. The Doctor gave a small nod, standing and covering the hole he’d been working in before starting to mess with the controls, muttering to himself all the while about planet names and years you didn’t know.

“Hold on, don’t you need to finish whatever you were doing there?” You asked, frowning as you pointed down to the recently covered spot of floor. The Doctor stopped beside you and looked down where you sat.

“Nah, was just entertaining myself really” He admitted. “C’mon, Allons-y” He grabbed you by the hands and pulled you up quickly. You let out a sound of surprise but managed to stay upright when he immediately dropped your hands and ran back around the console.

“You’re a child” You told him as the room started shaking, attempting to keep the smile off your face.

“Ah, you love it” He shot back, grinning as he continued his work, running back to your side to do something incomprehensible to the controls.

“Debateable” You told him cheekily as the Tardis finally settled with the wheezing sound of landing.

“Oh hush” He muttered, rushing over to grab your hand and drag you to the door. “Hurry up (Y/N), Allons-y!”

You laughed as the Doctor dragged you into the room he’d gotten for you with the money he’d apparently gotten from somewhere. You had a backpack slung over your shoulder with just the essentials for overnight, but nothing other than that. The Doctor was right of course, you always had the Tardis. You dropped your bag as you wandered off to look around, barely registering the fact that the Doctor caught it from you as he closed the door. He smiled as he watched you dash from one side of the room to the other, placing your bag neatly on a plush chair near the front door.

You stopped suddenly, blinking at what you had noticed. The Doctor frowned, glancing between you and the direction you were looking, not getting it.

“(Y/N)?” He called, making you look over. “What is it, what’s wrong?” You looked back to where you had been staring, raising a hand to simply point. There was a moment of silence as he tried to understand, but could not.

“There’s only one bed…” You pointed out quietly. He looked back to where you were still staring and blinked in surprise, wondering to himself why he hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“Oh” He said simply. There was another moment in which he shifted uncomfortably at your silence. “I mean, I guess… it’s pretty big. We… It shouldn’t…”

“I guess it’ll be fine” You told him, trying to reassure yourself as much as him. “It is pretty big” You wandered over and flopped yourself down on the bed, settling yourself in the middle and spreading yourself out. Your arms were just short of reaching either end of the bed. You sat up and shrugged at the Doctor. “We’ll fit” You told him, nodding, satisfied with your investigation. The Doctor grinned back at you, nodding.

“Good enough for me”

Without warning, he ran over and jumped up on the bed, causing you to cry out in surprise. The Doctor simply laughed.

“What are you doing, crazy person?” You couldn’t help but laugh as you asked.

“Jumping on the bed” he replied, doing just that. “Join me” He grabbed your hands and pulled you up before you could respond. You laughed, bouncing lightly first before really getting into it, jumping up and down like he was. You barely even noticed how your hands were still connected and how this would normally make you blush and refuse to look at him. You were just having too much fun. By the time you finished the bed sheets had been messed so bad you’d thrown them over the side and ended up lying down on the bed, breathing heavy and grinning.

You should’ve known. Of course, you knew he was trying to make you happy, completing everything on the mental list he compiled from your random examples. Every. Single. One.

“Doctor!” You laughed as her dragged you along. “Hold up! The one time we’re not running for our lives, you’re dragging me about” He slowed to grin at you and said a quick apology, but you both knew he wasn’t really that sorry. You simply laughed again. “You know the pool thing was just an example” You pointed out. “We can do whatever”

“But I made sure it had a pool before we checked in!” The Doctor pointed out, resuming in pulling you along, albeit slower. You rolled your eyes at the man as you tugged your shirt further down over your swim clothes. You’d actually managed to convince the Doctor to ditch his suit for swimming. At the moment he was decked out in a pair of swim trunks that were buried in the Tardis’ wardrobe and one of his maroon undershirts. You yourself were currently hiding a (F/C) one piece with an over shirt and shorts.

You got there pretty soon thanks to the Doctor and insisted despite his pouting to retreat to the womens locker room to leave your towel and over clothes, making him do the same. You told him to just meet you back at the pool, expecting him to already be there waiting impatiently or already in the water when you got back. You frowned, glancing over the few people already in the large hotel pool. There were several children having fun over by the mockery of a waterslide and several adults in what looked like a spacey kind of hot tub on the other side and a couple more scattered about in the main pool. But the Doctor was nowhere in sight.

You were just about to turn back to see if you could call inside the mens and find him when you were suddenly lifted off your feet. You screamed in surprise but laughed when you realised you had found the man you were looking for.

“Doctor! What are you doing? Put me down!” You mock scolded. He simply grinned at you, taking a step closer to the pool.

“Gladly” He hummed happily. Your eyes widened as you tried to wrap your arms around his neck to gain some kind of safe hold.

“Doctor, don’t you dare! No, no no!”

Your warning went unheeded and your safe hold was useless as the Doctor moved to the very edge of the pool and promptly put you down as you’d asked, dropping you into the water. You screamed in shock as you fell, coming up for air only a moment later to find him laughing as he looked down at you. You huffed, shoving your wet hair out of your eyes as you glared at him.

“I hate you” You muttered.

“No you don’t” The Doctor said simply. You held up as hand as if you wanted him to help you out, and the poor man apparently hadn’t seen enough movies to catch onto what you were doing. You smirked just as his hand met yours, tugging him forcefully down into the water. He cried out in surprise as he toppled forward and splashed into the water beside you, prompting your own round of giggles and he popped his head out with his normally spiky hair flattened down over his face. He grimaced as he pushed it aside like you had done only moments earlier. He attempted to glare at you but ended up laughing along with you. You splashed him and he sputtered a moment, staring at you in mock offence before splashing you back. You laughed as a kind of water fight started up between you, neither even noticing everyone who looked over and smiled.

This wasn’t really what you were expecting when you stepped out of the bathroom. You’d heard him talking while you were in the shower, but you’d just assumed he was talking to himself or he’d switched on some sci-fi show and started telling the TV how inaccurate it was. It had been done before. But what you hadn’t expected was that he had picked up the phone and dialed room service.

“What the hell is this?” You asked in surprise, perhaps a little too loudly. The Doctor simply grinned at you.

“I got food” He said simply, spreading his arms to show you.

“I can see that” You scoffed. “How much money do you have, Doctor?”

“Who needs money?” He shrugged slipping a credit card out of his pocket and showing it to you. You couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking your head. You glanced again around at all the food he’d ordered up. There was a plate of some kind on literally every flat surface. Every table, all across the bed and a couple in front of the TV. Despite that, there was still one of those food carts left beside the bed, as if there wasn’t enough room. You couldn’t help it, you laughed. The Doctor beamed at you, seeming proud of himself as you wandered over to pick up a plate form the edge of the bed, trying something.

You grinned up at the Doctor as he tried something himself and the two of you spent the rest of the night eating in front of the TV.

You glanced at the Doctor as he muttered something about the inaccuracies of time travel in the movie you’d picked, smiling. Maybe, you thought, you didn’t need to go somewhere amazing and unknown. Maybe you could have the best kind of adventure staying in a hotel room with your Doctor.

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Roman x Reader

Requested by Anon

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Roman smirked as you stepped into the party and stole the show. Naturally the rush of hushed whispers filled the room, the party goers assumed your look had occurred with ease. “What do you think they’d say to that little porn show you put on?”

“That was hardly porn.” You sighed as you motioned for a drink to be carried over by the people carrying trays of them around.

“Well then, what’d you call it?” He asked quickly with a smirk.

“Musicless dress shopping montage?” You offered before strolling off to talk with a group you could be bothered by all evening if you didn’t at least greet them.

♫Shape of You- Ed Sheeran//Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  Will you please do a Sirius X Reader based on “Shape Of You” by Ed Sheeran? ♡

A/N: @fandomtrash-20 here’s the tag you asked for! I hope this is good, I was facing a bit of writer’s block with it, so I might do a different one later on! Enjoy loves xoxox

The Leaky Cauldron is filled with light conversation and eccentrically dressed individuals scattered over the mismatched chairs, their hushed, rushed words filling the room. The air is slightly stuffy, cigarette smoke curling in all corners as occasional yells directed at the barmaid zoom through the dimly lit space.  
Y/N enters, the familiar smell of smoke and aging wood filling her nostrils and bringing a smile to her face. She takes a deep breath and takes four eager strides towards the bar, taking a seat on a shabby, olive coloured stool and giving the bartender a friendly wave. The bald, cheerful man gives her a happy wave before putting a glass of nettle wine in front of another customer and walking towards her.

“Well hello, Y/N! It’s been a while! Where’ve you been hiding?” the familiarity of his voice makes her feel at home as she gives him a grin.

“I do still go to school Tom,” she answers with a small chuckle as she watches him grab a large goblet from the back of a worn cupboard, feeling a slight warmth at the chip that still remains in the thick glass, one she remembers bedecking the glass with at age six. Memories of her father insisting that her pumpkin juice be served in a goblet, just like his firewhiskey, flood her mind, her heart fluttering as the familiar goblet is handed to her over the counter with a wink from Tom, brimming with butterbeer. 

She happily takes a sip and allows her y/e/c eyes to wander around the space, lingering for a second on the back of a dark haired man, but moving straight back to Tom once he began to speak again.

“How’s your last year treating you?” he asks happily, charming a mop to wipe down a freshly washed glass as he leans on the counter.

“It’s definitely not easy,” she says with a roll of her eyes, “but it’s not too bad. I’m finding it quite interesting actu–”

Her answer is interrupted by a familiar, hoarse voice calling Tom over for another shot of rum and prompting her eyes to dart towards the familiar figure. A smile slowly spreads across her face and she leaves her seat, the goblet still comfortable in her hand, Tom giving her a baffled look as she reaches out and lightly taps the shoulder of the dark haired figure he’s handing a small glass of red liquid to. 

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Let’s try now M.C

Originally posted by 5sos-place

warning: smut

word count: 1900+

summary: Michael wants a baby but y/n isn’t so sure. After some convincing y/n agrees and they try for one.

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! This is also dedicated to the other Anon who wanted more Michael smut, I told you Michael smut was coming ;) Don’t forget requests are open and I reply to all!

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proud of your boy (a lego robin playlist)

“and i already have a catchphrase, ‘tweet tweet on the street!’”

playlist for lego robin because i love him.


friends are family // oh hush! ★ sugar rush // akb48 ★ on top of the world // imagine dragons ★ never gonna give you up // rick astley ★ journey to the past // liz callaway ★ wake me up before you go-go // wham! ★ i lost all my eggs // shawn wasabi ★ shooting star // owl city ★ dancing queen // abba ★ we go together // grease cast ★ razzle dazzle // richard gere ★ try everything // shakira ★ tomorrow // aileen quinn ★ i found you // fraser murray ★ proud of your boy // adam jacobs


8tracks || playmoss || youtube

All I Want for Christmas is You

A wee Christmas imagine requested by anon. Kudos to you if you can spot the Christmas movie references!

One week to go:

You sat in the living room, laptop at the ready, waiting for that call. You tapped your foot impatiently, and squealed when it came through. You accepted, and Jack’s bright face popped up on the screen.

“Jack! I miss you so much,”

“I miss ye too hennie, how’re ye gettin’ on? Done all ye Christmas shopping yet?”

“I’ve got one present to go, and then I’m done,” you said smugly.

“Oh Christ, I’m way behind then!”

“I wouldn’t worry, you’ve still got a week to go.”

He nodded, looking down at his hands, apprehension suddenly overtaking his features.

“Listen, about Christmas hen, I know I promised we’d have Christmas together this year…”

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Hiding (EX’mas DC)

Originally posted by scandinaviansky

2. “How did you even get that up there?” + Sehun

Your mother had been thoughtful as always this year. You smiled at the creatively decorated box of your favourite chocolates that she had sent from home.

‘For you and your Sehun to share at Christmas!’ Her familiar handwriting flowed beautifully across the top label.

You eased open the corner of the box and stole the corner piece. There was no way in hell you were sharing.

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Maybe This Wasn’t a Bad Match

Summary: I just found ur blog and was so fucking excited! (I’m so excited I just can’t hide it)…Anyway can I have a Roanxreader where she is from Skaikru and they form an alliance by marriage & it’s their wedding, he doesn’t force anything on her till she comfortable & a month or so she is ready and smut and fluff. Plz and thx
- Hey, I’ve read all your Roan imagines! I love the “Hunting Skai-Renegades” imagine the most. I was hoping you could do an imagine where the reader is Kane’s Daughter and, to make an alliance with Ice Nation, the commander arranges for the reader and Roan to get married. Please!! Your writing is amazing!!!

(A/N): And I’m back, baby! I’m sorry it took so long for me to get back in the groove of things but, I’m starting up my writing, finally. Also there will be a part 2 to this imagine. It was just already so long and you guys know how I like to leave you on cliffhangers! Also the song of this one-shot is Gangsta(orchestra version)- by kehlani. I love you guys so much and part two will be up in two or three days, mark my words!
(Word Count: 1853)

You couldn’t believe you were actually going through with this! It was one thing to agree to such a dangerous alliance but, it was an entirely different thing to go through it. You couldn’t back out now though. It would be too dangerous to make fools out of the ground clans and the Commander and, especially after hearing what the Ice Nation was cable of. Azgeda knows no mercy and, you weren’t about to test that theory by running away from this betrothal to the prince of Azgeda. Besides, he seemed decent enough considering how he and his people had been raised when it came to Azgeda standards of parenting. You had spoken to him on several different occasions that, of course, had be supervised by both Azgeda warriors and Skaikru soldiers.

You had always been a loveable person and, that had never been more in your favor when it can to the royal crown of Azgeda. Even the queen herself liked you. though that had more to do with your act of bravery in front of both your people and, the grounders when your father, Marcus Kane, stepped forward to object to the commander deeming you fit to marry the prince. The Ice Queen was skeptical at first, mistaking your sweet nature and diplomacy as weakness but the more she observed you she realized that even if you were sweet by nature it was your charisma and exceedingly pleasant manners that made people trust you more easily than they would most. Getting people to act against their nature was what you seemed to do best whether you were trying to or not. Even if your intentions were pure of heart she could see if she looked very, VERY hard that there was a deliberate and strong way of how you talked and acted when you were representing your people and, she liked that very much.

She could tell the more she watched you, the more she was certain that you were born to be a queen. You had the mindset and the personality to be a successful queen and you already had the hearts of each and every one of your people. You had easily managed working your way into the heart of the Trikru chief, Indra, and in doing so, won the favor of Trikru as a whole and, you had charmed the commander herself into letting Skaikru join the coalition. She could plainly see that you already had Roan’s heart. The Ice queen knew it was only a matter of time till you won over the hearts and minds of her people as well.

You couldn’t stop now. Not after how far you and your people had come since landing on the ground. Besides you would have quite a lot of Skaikru soldiers and Trikru warriors, as well, to protect you at all cost once you were settled into the Azgeda Royal Castle and home. You weren’t as surprised as your people when Indra offered warriors up, to protect and listen to me in Azgeda. Indra had always favored you. More so than even your best friend Octavia. Which said a lot.

You vividly remembered when the commander announced that it was you that she believed could make an arranged marriage between Skaikru and Azgeda work. You vividly remember your father and Abby’s horrified faces when those words came from Lexa’s mouth and your father’s furious and desperate attempt at getting Lexa to change her mind. Even Indra disagreed and she never questions her commander’s decisions.


All the clans Ambassadors of the coalition had been summoned to the Commander’s throne room to hear what the commander had to say about the alliance between Skaikru and Azgeda. She was sitting on her throne as everyone filed into the room. Both the ice Queen and the prince were there with their royal guard. You stood behind Marcus and Abby, beside Clarke and Bellamy as the commander finally spoke.

“I’ve called you here today to discuss the matter of creating an alliance between Skaikru and Azgeda.” Lexa began, “I have decided upon who I see fit to marry the prince of Azgeda. I think it was all rather obvious to everyone, who would be capable of making this arranged marriage work and, quite frankly, she is the only one I fully trust to see this through.” murmuring erupted among the small crowd for a minute until Lexa raised her hand to demand silence before her eyes landed on you. “(Y/N) Kane, I have chosen you.”

Many gasps were heard through the crowd as all eyes were on you, especially the ice queen and her son’s eyes. Luckily, your father trained you well in never giving away your thoughts and feeling through reactions to situations. For your father though, all that flew out the window as he jumped, viciously, to your defense. “ Commander! Please reconsider your decision on this. There are many young women in Skaikru to choose from. I could help-” he was cut off by the commander, who had stood up during your father’s rant.

“While that may be true, those young women don’t have the necessary skills to see this through like your daughter does and, as I said before, she is the only one I trust to handle this position properly and successfully.” The Commander spoken with finality in her voice. Your father went to argue more before you stopped him by placing a small gentle hand on his shoulder. He whipped around and looked at you desperately. You were shocked for a moment at the state that your father was in. He had never lost control of himself in a high-tension situation like this before.

“Father, it’s alright. I can do this. For Skaikru.” You said, gently and smiled at him. He stuttered for a moment until you spoke again. “A wise man once told me, We leaders bare the burdens of the decisions we make, so our people don’t have too. I didn’t truly understand the heavy weight and truth that those words meant before. but I do now.” Your father was at a loss of words as he shook his head. “Survival requires sacrifice. This is how our people will survive.” You say.

The grounders were staring at you in admiration as you finished speaking but, that didn’t matter to you at the moment. Your father stare at you in wonder and desperation before he finally let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped. He shook his head again and gave you a proud look. “I think I taught you a little too well on what it takes to be a great leader.” He chuckled, halfheartedly as you giggled.

“I have to do this, father.” You say, “and you have to let me. I can’t be your little girl forever.” He nods his head before he takes a deep breath and turns to face the commander. Bellamy and Clarke grip each of your hands as your father spoke to the commander.

“We accepted the terms of this alliance.”

*Present day*

You had nervous jitters and were pacing the room while Clarke, Octavia, Lincoln, Indra, dad, Abby and Bellamy were with you, trying to help soothe your nerves. Indra finally approached you and gently took you by the shoulders and looked you in the eyes.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to do this. We can find another way to make all this work out.” she said, softly, so only you could hear her. You shook your head, furiously and, spoke in a hushed and rushed voice.

“I have to do this, Indra. We both know there is no other option. This is it. This is the only way Skaikru will ever be truly accepted by all the clans. I can do this, I’m just having pre-wedding jitters.” You say, “Everyone has those, right?” she give a tiny smile and nods.

“Yes, people do. You, however, have more reason than most do, though.” she says, “But, I know you. You can do this. Your brave. Braver than all of clans combine.” she says, soothingly and with certainty, before she pulls you in a strong motherly hug. You were a little surprised. Indra wasn’t much of a hugger but, either way you needed the hug dearly.

You smiled as you returned the hug, before there’s a knock at the door. Bellamy gets up to answer the door before freezing. He steps aside to let the person in before looking at me with wide eyes. The Ice Queen herself was standing in my bedroom, courtesy of the commander. The Queen gives a tiny smile in your direction before she speaks to everyone in the room.

“I just came to see how my future daughter-in-law is fairing.” You give her a bright smile of your own, not missing a step to make her feel welcome.

“I’m doing wonderful, thank you for coming to see how I was.” You say, sweetly. “Just preparing and spending quality time with my family before the long day of festivities. I keep hearing that royal weddings are a very big deal and usually last all day and well into the night.”

“Yes, they do.” She agrees, “I was wondering if I might possibly have a word with you privately.”

You could tell your friends and dad were about to deny this request but, you beat them to it, “Absolutely. We can speak out on the balcony.” you say, before making your way to the giant arch way leading to the balcony.

I turn to her as she comes to stand beside me to look out of Polis and wait for her to speak. “You know, I was unsure of Lexa’s decision when it came to her deeming you fit to the task of marrying my son.” she began, “ but, the more I observed you the more I realized what Lexa saw in you. The commander and I hardly ever see eye to eye but, I can absolutely agree with her decision on this matter. Upon learning, more about you I have decided I couldn’t ask for a better woman for my son.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Queen Nia, I’m speechless. I assumed that because I was Skaikru you would never approve of me.” You confess.

She smiled and turned to you, “ Yes, it is true. I have my opinions about Skaikru, however, my opinions on you are entirely different. I’ve come to respect you. You think like a true leader of your people and your willing to do whatever it takes to ensure the survival of your people. I saw that the day you accepted to the marriage with hesitation. All to protect your people.”

“Thank you, Queen Nia.” You smile, “You have no idea how much I’m want this marriage to work out. For both our people.”

“I understand completely and, please call me Nia.” She says, smiling. “You will be my daughter-in-law soon enough.”

Maybe this marriage won’t so bad. Though you still have to get to know roan more. Being in a supervised formal setting and being a full fledge married couple were to very different things. Though if you and the Ice Queen can get along then maybe you and Roan could get along.

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Prince!Jimin x Reader

5k of Fluff

Originally posted by yoonmin

“Arranged marriage?!? With Prince Jimin?!” You shouted, your scream echoing off the walls of your room. Your advisor, Seokjin, winced. “They’re insane! They officially lost it!” You snapped. “On the good side, he is cute.” You looked at Seokjin with a flat glare. He frowned. “Your highness, you’re a princess, you knew this was coming.” He told you. “But not so soon!” You huffed, angry. You knew it was inevitable. It was engraved in your mind since the day you could talk. “Your parents gave you three months till you get married. And you won’t meet him till the day before the wedding.” He told me. “Like hell, I won’t.” You mumbled, your voice was gruff.

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