Nolang

Note: This imagine is short, and full of mystery, it makes you wonder what happened to these two. If you didn’t guess by the title it’s quite agsty. So yea. This is my first imagine. Well not really, but my first one here. This is an x reader inclusive. That’s what I like to call x readers where you can just put whoever you want in the imagine. I originally imagined it with Cedric Diggory. But since I didn’t put a name to the stranger just choose whoever you want.

Warning: Did I say it’s angst? It’s angst. Most likely some grammar errors.

Word count: 907

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pair: Any x Reader

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I was in love. And there was nothing I could do about it. I tried and tried but couldn’t help it. I had fallen in love with someone I could not reach. But I never gave up. We had to become at least friends, if I wanted to be at peace. Rather I told that to my self, thinking I could fool my mind into believing it.

But was there something to believe other than the fact that I loved this man more than I could ever love my art. And believe me when I say that being an artis is something that I wished and prayed to be before I was even born. To think a man that I’ve only seen a couple of times, was the reason why my heart started to jump inside it’s rib cage was impossible. At least for a woman such as my self, that thought love at first sight wasn’t a thing.

And look at me now. Looking for excuses to have to follow such man into whatever place he was going, just so I could see more of him. I was crazy. More than crazy, I was bonkers.

He entered the library, and I surely followed after. Making sure to keep his figure on my sight. Making sure he was where I could see him.

“(Y/N)” Said a female voice I could only recognize as the librarian. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon. Are you here to pick up more art books?”

“Ah..” I looked at the librarian, rapidly looking back at the man who was now looking at some books. He surely will take a while. “N–” I cought my self before finishing that sentence. I couldn’t just tell her the real reason I was there. “I mean, just wanted to check on the ones I would like to check out next. I haven’t exactly returned the ones I took last time.”

“Very well. I hope you find something interesting”

With that said, I gave her a gentle smile, before looking back at the place where the man was standing. Only finding he wasn’t there anymore. My smile suddenly felt, and my feet reacted before I could. Speed walking towards the area I had seen him last, I started thinking of places he might be. The 5th floor being the best idea. Personally it was my favorite floor, and if I was right, and he was there, that could mean we at least had something in common.

I rapidly walked up the steps, finally arriving at the 5th floor completely exhausted. After calming down a little bit, and picking up my breath, I started looking around the well lighted room. The refreshing sound of the nothingness filled my ears, letting me know it was empty, and the old smell of books felt familiar. Felt like home.

I walked to the far back, finding the man sitting alone in one of the smaller tables. My eyes wondered over the figure, feeling some type of familiarity to it. He, strangely enough, felt like home.

Before I could gather up the courage to walk up to him and introduce my self, the mans eyes landed on me. His once calm, but slightly cheerful demeanor dimmed, and instead was a sad, regretful look in his eyes.

“Why do you have to keep doing this?” He said. “You have to stop. This can’t keep going on, you have to forget about me.”

I stared at him confused. He talked as if he already knew me.

“We’ve met more than once.” He said, as if he was able to read my mind. “I did things I’m not proud of. Which is why you have to stop looking for me.” He placed the book that once stood on his fingers, on the table in front of him, and drew out what I expected to be a wand. “Y/N, I don’t want to obliviate you again.

"Wh— you know me?” Was all I could mutter out.

“Know you? I don’t think those words are enough to explain how much I know of you. Because, there is no inch I don’t know about you.”

His words resonated through my body, while my mind kept on repeating them. And as strange, and creepy as those words may have sounded, they seem familiar and oddly satisfying.

“I’m sorry.” Those where the last words I heard him say, before a small light came out of said wand and memories I didn’t know existed started flying around my mind, feeling a sense of lost right after they where erased.

I opened my eyes to the sight of a worried handsome man, that seemed to have just committed a crime. But before I could dwell on that the feeling of lost came over me and I looked at my surroundings not really knowing how I had gotten where I was. I looked back at the handsome stranger before me. Feeling like he might know where I am.

“Excuse me, where am I?” At this, his demeanor changed. He felt calmer, but there was still a hint of guilt.

“You’re at the library, now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”

Leaving me confused and disoriented, the handsome stranger left. And I couldn’t help but to stare, This is strange, I know, but I couldn’t help the feeling of familiarity that came over me after seeing him leave.

Note: This one didn’t really come out as I wanted it to come out, but I still do like it.

Warning: none? Gramatical errors.

Word count: 1140

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pair: Remus Lupin x Reader

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The invitation card sat in front of me, on top of my dark wooden desk. One of my old school friends invited me to his wedding, and I was really considering not going. I mean, I stopped talking to everyone a week before my last year at Hogwarts ended. Having to see them after so long was a little overwhelming.

Without knowing, the date arrived, and without giving it much tought, I dressed in one of my favorite dresses, and styled my hair into my liking. I wasn’t exactly thinking when I did those things, nor when I got into my car and drove to the, not so far, church, where the wedding was taking place.

I walked into the immence building, admiring it’s complex, but beautiful architecture. Thinking how I would never want to get married. Even though this place looked amazing.

“(Y/N)!” I heard my named be called by a voice I knew too well.

I turned around seeing Sirius making his way towards me. It’s been allmost three years, and he still looked as handsome as ever.

“(Y/N), it’s really you. I almost didn’t recognize you.” He said, while practically checking me out.

“It’s good to see you still haven’t change that tendency of checking people out."I cracked a smile, making him roll his eyes.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me into him, into a forced hug. Me giving up, and putting my hands around his waist after a few seconds. I missed him.

"I missed you.” After a few seconds, he abruptly pushed me away. Hitting my arm.“How dare you leave me like that! Do you know how worried I was?! I thought you hated me or something. I thought something came onto you.”

“I’m sorry…? I know I did wrong.”

“You did worst than wrong. And you’re going to pay.”

We talked for a little while before the wedding started. James was getting married to this girl I didn’t know much of. All I know is that they started dating on his last year at Hogwarts. Her name was something along the lines of Lili Evans. But I could be totally wrong.

Before I knew it, it was the after party, and I was all alone on one of the thousands of tables. I lost Sirius after a while, and I haven’t seen anyone I liked enough to talk.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Said a deep voice behind me, slightly scaring me, making me jump.

“It’s totally fine go ahead.” I said without fully looking at the person next to me. And for the looks of it, he hadn’t seen me fully either.

“I’m sorry for scaring you ” He said while Settling in his chair. “I didn’t mean to–” Our eyes met, and it felt like the world randomly stopped.

Remus Lupin my first love,was sitting in front of me at the moment. Everything was so weird. I really didn’t intend to see him again. I mean the last time I saw him, he was breaking up with me, and flying the next day to America, to finish his studies over there. Or at least, that’s what he told me. He ended up calling me later on to fix things up, but we never talked after that.

“(Y/N)… I It’s been so long. How you’ve been?” He said calmly after our staring contest that wasn’t quite done yet.

“Good. Awesome. Fantastic.” Great. I haven’t seen him for years, and I know I don’t have feelings for him. Yes I loved him how I would never love anyone else, but that was almost  5 years ago. And here I am, feeling nervous.

He smiled at my nervousness, without taking his eyes off of me. And I couldn’t take mine out of his brown ones, making me smile too. Out of nervousness.

“Moony, I see you found (Y/N).” Sirius said while standing behind me, and at the mention of this he became red.

Wasn’t he surprised to see me just as I was to see him?

“Apparently, he’s been looking for you this hole time. Isn’t that like incredible? He spent allmost two years beside you, and couldn’t even find you. I don’t–”

Sirius’ mumbling became muffled with my thoughts. If he’s been looking for me this hole time, why did he acted so surprised when he saw me?

“Before he accepted to come, he asked if you where coming!” I heard Sirius say.

Remus looked extremely flustered, and nervous. So he just lied? But what’s the point In that? Is not like I would’ve been mad.

Before I knew it, I was pushed into the dance floor, with Remus, and forced to hold onto him. Our eyes met once again, and the melody of our favorite song filled our ears.

“Would you like to dance?” He said, even though we were already there.

I slowly nodded, and one of his hands traveled to my waist, while the other waited to meet my hand. I smiled without keeping my eyes off of him. My other hand, made its way to his shoulder and he started moving to the beat. Me following his steps.

“I feel embarrassed. I-I shouldn’t have acted as if I didn’t know it was you sitting at that table. I just–”

“It’s ok.” I interrupted him. “I would’ve done the same If I where you.”

He looked at me in the eyes once again. Making me feel butterflies in my stomach. Making me feel like the hole world was brighter than it was. Making me finally understand that I would never stop loving him.

“I missed you. I missed you so much.” His hand pulled me closer by the waist, to the point where our noses where almost touching. “I don’t know what I was thinking for leaving you. I’m truly sorry.”

“I know. I missed you too.”

And without having to ask permission, our lips slowly came together, locking perfectly how they use to before. The kiss was slow and sweet, but while the seconds passed, our need for each other grew, making the kiss more passionate. And making it hard to stop, hard to leave his side. But the lacking of oxigen was bothersome and we had to let go even if we didn’t want too. Our eyes still locked. Not wanting to leave the other sight of vision.

“Guys, I’m the one getting married, not you!” Said who I could only assumed was James, making everyone else laugh.

Note: This is something a bit new for me I guess. Should I write a story about being Harry’s aunt? I’ve been seriously thinking about that for some time.

Warnings: Slight smut. Would this be consider slight smut? I guess it’s put out there that it’s obviously going to happen. Also, Grammar errors!

Word count: 1359

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pair: Sirius Black x Reader

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“This is the last box.” I said while placing one of the boxes on the floor of our new house.

Sirius was inspecting the rooms one more time, I imagine he was planning Which one would be our bedroom. I walked slowly towards him, placing both of my hands around his waist. I took our height difference at my advantage and placed a small kiss on the back of his neck. Making him later look back at me with a smirk.

“Hi.”He said, not letting his smirk fall.

"Hi..” I said back, placing a kiss on his lips. “I think we should start unpacking and leave the rooms for later. What do you say?”

“Oh yes please, it was giving me a headache!”

I laughed at that comment, grabbing one of his hands and dragging him with me towards the living room.

We started opening boxes, taking all the bedroom stuff and leaving it aside for later. Before we knew it, the kitchen was done, and now we were taking out all kinds of decorations for the living room.

“I’m kind of thirsty, should we drink some wine?” His words took all my attention away from our records collection, something he picked up because of me.

“You read my mind” I said while nodding.

I heard him giggle while walking towards the kitchen, getting out of view because of the wall dividing the kitchen and living room. I went back onto looking through the records making sure all where there, when a box grabbed my attention. This box had “Memories” written at the side, and I decided to look into this box and let the record box alone for a few.

I opened the box, and the first thing I saw was my old polaroid camera. Which I thought I had lost. I left it on top of the couch, right behind me, and kept looking through the box, finding albums and old pictures. Just when I was about to open the first album Sirius came back with a bottle of red wine, and two cups.

“Sorry for taking long (Y/N). I forgot where we put the wine.” He said, making me laugh at how he just forgot that easily.“Is that..? It is!”

He said exited and came towards me. He sat next to me and took the album away, looking at the cover lovingly.

“This album is full of pictures of us when we where friends.” He said opening the album, right in the first page was a picture of us in our Hogwarts uniforms just at the last day of our 7th year. It was the time we had told eachother what we wanted to do after school

“This is really old. You where what? 17, 18 years old?"I said surprised he still had that picture.

"Yea, and to be honest, I really liked you then. I was just scared to say anything. Didn’t want to ruin our friendship”

I looked at him after what he said. We’ve been trough so much. I kissed his temple and grabbed the wine and cups. Serving us some wine. Giving him one of the cups.

"I love you Sirius. And I will always love you. I hope you know that.” My free hand went towards his cheek, rubbing my thumb on it in circular motions.

“I love you too.” He said while resting his head on my hand. “To us?”

“To us.” I said back, drinking from the wine.

Without knowing Sirius came closer and gave me a small kiss, surprising me a little. Which made me pull him again into a more elevaded kiss. He accepted it allmost immediately. We where like that for a few seconds, before we ran out of air.

We kept going through the albums, laughing and remembering the old memories. Some more horrible than others, but all great, and worth remembering.

“Those where such good memories.” Said Sirius.

At this moment we where a little drunk. We had finished the wine, and now we where both resting on the sofa. I was on top of Sirius, while resting my head on his chest, while one of his arms was wrapped around my waist, and the other one was used as a pillow.

“You know… We can make new memories. Starting…. now!”

I took out my old polaroid camera which I was hinding, and started taking pictures of a now Surprised Sirius.

“Noo! Stop it (Y/N), I look horrible!” He was trying to take the camera from my hands. But I wasn’t letting him.

We ended up whith me siting on top of him still trying to take away the camera. Making a slight friction between our bottoms. Making him groan a little. Which made me abruptly stop and look at him. He looked to the side, and then back at me. Pretending it wasn’t his doing. I looked down, noticing the slightly but obvious bump on his pants, that was increasing.

“Don’t try and deny it, when I can crearly see the bump.” I said in a scolding matter, making him playfully roll my eyes.

“Want to take care of it?” He asked, taking me a little bit by surprise.

My hands traveled towards the edge of his pants playing with it in a seductive way, feeling how his bump moved a little. I bit my button lip, trying to appear more seductive, which by the looks in his eyes I had know it had worked. I slowly started to move my hips in a rotating motion, teasing his already hard member, making him let out a few other groans. I finally Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Seeing how much he enjoyed to be finally free from those tight jeans.

“Wait..” He said a little out of breath. “Are you sure about this?”

We’ve done it before, but every time he would ask. Which was something I found really cute.

“Don’t make me think about this now. We already started.” I said back, while slowly leaning towards him.

He tried leaning towards me and connect our lips, resulting in me playfully pulling away with that smile I knew he loved. Only making him groan even more, while feeling his member rub with my center between the think fabrics of his pants. I accidentally dropped my polaroid camera, which I still had in hand, and went straight for the shoulders. Making sure to maintain him on the sofa.

“Ok then, let’s get started..”

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We took a shower together and got dressed, deciding that we should at least put the mattress on the floor to sleep. Which He did alone, because I was still in the bathroom.

A few minutes after I finished drying my hair, I walked towards the living room, just to find that Sirius wasn’t there. I walked towards the kitchen, where the almost empty wine bottle was put away, and the glasses cleaned, but no sign of Sirius. That was until I heard the click of an all too familiar Polaroid. When I turned around I found Sirius at the entrance of the kitchen, taking a second picture of me.

“Hey stop that.” I told him.

“Those are some beautiful red marks you have there on your tights Mrs. Black.” He said in a mocking way.

“Yea? My husband did them. Jealous?” I said mocking him back. Before noticing he had a shirt on that covered the marks on his collar bones pretty well. “Can’t say he’s very proud of the marks I left on him" I said, Pretending to be sad. Which made him laugh.

“I’m not covering them up. Who said I was?” He walked towards me. Taking another picture this time closer. "Too bad you decided to be a photographer instead of joining the order. We could’ve been awesome together. We could’ve have more awesome memories to share.”

“What? I am part of the order.” I said with a laugh, while playfully giving him a punch on his chest. Right after that, he pulled me towards him by my waist.“ But you know what? If I hadn’t become a photographer, who would have taken the wonderful pictures of you we have around the house? Only I can do that.”

"Touche”

Medici: The Magnificent 

Note: I’ve seen and read, @/justauthoring’s fics about Francesco, Lorenzo, and Giuliano from Medici, and I couldn’t help my self to write something about Francesco. For some odd reason, I’m in love with him even though I know he’s bad. I mean, he isn’t really? At first he was. But I believe, I strongly believe that’s just his uncle manipulating him.

Warning: No warning. I think. Other than grammar errors.

Word count: 1031

Fandom: Medici

Pair: Francesco Pazzi x Reader. 

It was a ball like no other. My family had been invited to one of many Medici’s balls, and with them they had decided to bring their children. I was one of the youngest, and I was the only one that hadn’t been proposed to. That’s something my father had talked about a lot. He wanted to leave this ball with a new ally, and a reassurance his youngest daughter was taken care of when he died. That’s why he had been invited here in the first place. That’s why he had come here in the first place.

But I couldn’t be bothered. I wanted to be free. I wanted to go around the world, paint the skies, and the people. And paint the angels in their wake. I wanted to do as I pleased, even though I knew that wasn’t my part to do. I was to be a perfect bride, who had to stand by her husband, and apply by his rules. And as much as I wished I had at least a say on who I was to marry, my father would have never let me. For I was a woman, and in his head, women where merely pretty objects to have around.

But who knew fate was such a mischievous thing. 

I had only seen him around. He had talked to Lorenzo, he even had talked with Lucrezia. And through it all, our eyes had met countless of times. And every time, a small smirk had formed in his lips, and his seductive eyes would travel down my dress until they where back on the person before him.  And every time, I wouldn’t resist the temptation to also look at him. I did my best to not appear too eager. But if I had appeared that way I would just blame the liquor.

“(Y/N), dear.” Called my father from where he was standing, calling me over towards him, where he was talking to one of the members of the priori. “I would like you to meet Jacopo Pazzi.”

Turning towards the older man, I gave him a small smile, feeling slightly insecure by his presence.

“Ma donna.” He said, taking my hand in his, kissing it. 

“And this is his nephew Francesco Pazzi.” Without knowing, another presence had made it self known. And right in front of me, was him. The same man, with the piercing eyes.

“Ma Donna.” He also took my hand in his, his eyes never leaving mine, making me feel all tingly inside. 

“Gentlemen, my daughter, (Y/N) Beneventi.”

It was brief, our first encounter, but that was one of many. That ball just so happened to introduce us to each other,  not knowing what the older men where planning. 

Before I could hear anymore of what the men really wanted to talk about,I was whisked away by my mother and older sister. I had a feeling mother knew of what was transpiring between the men, but I didn’t give it much of an importance. What new other thing could they be talking about other than business. Marriage? O please. 

Mother introduced us to some important women. Raging from Lorenzo de Medici’s own wife and mother, to Simmonetta Vespucci and Lucrezia Donati. All had really nice insights on different things. None never really boring, but never really entertaining. And it didn’t take long before my sister, Vittoria, would drag me away from the ladies, and into a different room away from prying eyes.

“I saw that.” Was what she had said.

“Saw what?” I asked back, touching her hand that was in between my arms.

“You know what.” When I gave her a confused look, she took it upon herself to specify. “Your secret looks with Francesco De’ Pazzi.” At this my cheeks went crimson red.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And I’m pretty sure you do. And not to alarm you or anything, but he’s looking this way.” I instantly looked behind me, just to find an empty hallway, just to end up turning towards my laughing sister. “It’s ok you know, you’ll might end up marrying him. Who knows.”

Those words stayed with me. They stayed with me for the entirety of the ball, and it made me feel uncertain. Was father really after all here to find me a husband? I mean I figured, but inside, I really wished to be wrong about father.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I heard a voice behind me startling me in the process.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Medici.” I placed a hand on my chest. Feeling my rapid heart inside it’s rib cage.

“If that’s what I wanted to do, believe me, you wouldn’t be able to realize it was me.” Said Lorenzo, placing a hand over my shoulders.

“And why is that?” I asked, looking his way. Trying to change the subject in a way. Hoping he would forget why he came to me.

“You’ll be dead.” He said nonchalantly. “Now, Stop trying to change the subject Francesco.” He patted my shoulder. “Let’s talk about the girl that has been captivating your eyes since the ball started.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I looked away from Lorenzo meeting eyes with the same woman we’ve been talking about.

“Really, because she’s staring, you’re staring.” I looked back at Lorenzo, unimpressed with his want of finding me a bride. “You know, there’s a lot of women out there who would love to become a Pazzi. But I’m almost certain non will captivate you as much as she does. And if you let that go Francesco, I’m afraid you might regret it for the rest of your life.” With a final pat on my shoulder, Lorenzo gave me a smile, and left to talk with other guests.

Medici: the magnificent

Note: I’m sorry that it’s quite short. I had a longer one written, but like an idiot, I forgot to save it. And so, I had to write it again. However, I like this version better. So I’m not that disappointed in the outcome.

Warning: none, other than some angst, and grammar errors. (I got a friend to proofread it, because I suck at it, and she did a pretty good job. But there might still be some mistakes.

Word count: 464 words

Fandom: Medici

Pair: Francesco Pazzi x Reader

Tags: @louisxseca @justauthoring

“Pardon me, Ma Donna.”, was the first thing he had said to me when we passed each other through the sea of nobles.

As a pretty well off noble, I was one of the thousands of families that was invited to one of the Medici’s thousands of celebrations. The only difference this time, was that instead of just a ball, or just another achievement, it was the wedding of the oldest Medici, Bianca, to the youngest Pazzi of the two brothers Guilermo.

My husband was the one usually invited to these celebrations, but he was almost never able to come. I would come to these celebrations by myself. I spend most of my time just gossiping with other nobles and making small talk with anyone else, just to waste time.

He, however. He was different. After our first mistake, many of them soon followed.

“Am I going to have the honor to finally know your name?” His fingers were tangled with mine, while his thumb passed softly over my knuckles.

At his words, I chuckled. “(Y/N) D'Amore.” I replied. The last time we had met, I had learned he was Francesco Pazzi and that wedding I attended was for his brother.

“D'Amore?” He asked, a lightbulp finally going off in his brain. “Youre Cristiano’s wife, aren’t you?”

That day he hadn’t only learned my name. He had learned that the woman he had been falling for was already taken.

“We can’t.” He had said. After weeks of ignoring me, we once again met at a medici festivity. This time, my husband wasn’t far off.

“Are you telling me, or you that?” I had asked already knowing the answer. And without thinking about it anymore, we had shared our first out of many kisses.

And no matter how much we kissed, no matter how much we spend time together. It always surprised me the way Francesco would always be gentle. At first glance, he didnt appear as a kindhearted man. But he ended up just being one big, caring, sweet-tempered, loving man.

It had been months, we had been seeing eachother behind my husbands back for months. We would wait for his departure, and he would visit me and keep me company until before my husband arrived.

“I love you.” He said.

“And I, You.”

That’s when our first I love you was said. I thought everything would be good, as good as it could get as a taken woman, but I really thought it couldn’t get worse than loving another while married.

Until, wanting to see Francesco became a challenge.

Until Francesco came less and less until stopping altogether without an explanation.

Then, one day, we met at another one of Medici’s balls, and all he said was:

“Pardon me, Ma Donna.”

Medici : The Magnificent

Note: First off, I want to congratulate Justauthoring for reaching 14k!!!!! They’re an amazing writer, and if you’re not following them, then idk what you’re doing. You’re missing on a lot. I love their writing and I’ve read almost all of their series. And they write for Medici! So if you’re not following them, go do it, right now. Second of all, this for some reason took me forever to write. It was supposed to be angst, but I couldn’t help myself to take a prompt that screamed angst and make it soft, and full of fluff. So I’m sorry.

Prompt: “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.”

Warning: Sexual implication…? And grammar mistakes, like last time a friend did some editing, but you never know.

Word count: 483 (it’s a short one)

Fandom: Medici

Pair: Giuliano de’ Medici x Reader

Tags: @justauthoring

His hands traveled down my bare back, while my head rested on his chest, feeling how it would rise and fall. Letting me know he was alive. This wasn’t the first time Giuliano and I fooled around. In fact, this was one of many encounters together. We were lovers. lovers who for no reason hid their love from their own families. Families who didn’t hate each other. On the contrary, my father was a great ally to the Medici family. Our families have known each other for generations.

Yet, Giuliano and I, would only show our affection for each other behind close doors.

It wasn’t because I didn’t want people to know. I wasn’t against that idea. Something about hiding and tiptoeing our way into each other’s rooms made it more appealing.

But I was done.

It had been years.

Years of mindlessly fooling around, to the point I was more than certain everyone knew of our affairs. I wanted this to be more than just hiding behind curtains and pretending we didn’t feel what we felt.

“Giuliano…” I called his name, without moving from my position.

“Yea?” he asked, his hand stopping on my lower back.

“Have you ever thought about us going out on normal dates? Just holding each other’s hands and letting the world know about our love?” I asked, fixing my posture so I could see his face.

“Yea, I’ve dreamt of that every day.” he said, his unoccupied hand falling on my cheek. “I dream of having you under a tree where everyone can see you belong to me.”

At this I laugh, knowing fully well he was making jokes, not knowing what I was trying to ask.

“I would love to see everyone’s faces when they hear you scream my name in the open air…” Before he could finish his sentence however, I stopped him.

“Giuliano, I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” I let my lips blurt out between laughs, trying to contain myself, while feeling my face become redder by the minute.

“You think I wasn’t?” was what he said.

“Ever so difficult.” I said, with a small smile on my face, but feeling inside like I had failed at whatever I wanted to tell him.

He stared down at me. I instantly knew that he knew there was something wrong. He didn’t want to say anything about it, so he stared. That didn’t last long, however.

“I think of what it would be like to have you as my wife every day.” He had finally said, my eyes instantly snapped in his direction. There was seriousness and sincerity in those words that made my heart swell. “That’s why I bought this.”

Without waiting for my reaction, Giuliano took out a ring that hid below the pillow, showing me its beautiful design.

1920′s, Speakeasy Au.

Note: I was going to put coming soon on the top, but I’m not exactly sure if I’m gonna make more of this. I really like the idea, but it needs a lot of more work, and I might need some help with it. If someone wants to help, you can dm me, if not, that’s totally ok. This will probably just be a one shot anyway. It came to me while reading a comic and since today is international women’s day, I thought it was kind of fitting.

Prompt:—

Warning: Like always grammar errors. Spanish is my first language after all.

Word count: 468

Fandom: Tom Holland..?

Pair: Tom Holland x reader

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Meanings: Port Sûr: Safe Harbor, Bijou: Jewel

Everyone knew about the Port Sûr bar, it was one of the most popular bars in New York City, anyone who got to perform there had their future set. It was just one of those places everyone knew and was frequented by rich folks that had big names full of advantages. And between those people where mobsters. Gang leaders, and killers. All which all they wanted to do was spill each other’s blood on the wooded floor of the fancy bar.

But not on this bar. This bar was well known for its safe heaven demeanor. No one dared to disrespect such a place, because they knew that if they did, they would have to face the owner. One of the most, ruthless beings you could ever meet. Bijou, they called her. She was fierce, and nothing could stop her from doing what she wanted. It was strange for a woman to have such control over a city, but (Y/N) (L/N) wasn’t like most. She stood up for her beliefs and learned things women weren’t allowed to learn. She broke rules, without caring of the consequences. And killed a fair share of people. She knew her way around a person, and it didn’t help that for her, every person was an open book.

And that’s what everyone was scared off.

There wasn’t a thing (Y/N) (L/N) didn’t know. And that gave her a big advantage over everyone. To the point everyone preferred to not get on her bad side.

It was as if everyone else were just puppets and she was the puppet-master, everyone did as she wished, and there were no consequences. She didn’t need bodyguards; she needed no type of protection; she was confident nothing would ever happen to her, and nothing seem to happen to her.

She was untouchable.

But sometimes, sometimes gangs would get a new leader, and a new boss. Men who thought they could rule over her. Just to soon realize, she wasn’t someone to mess around with. Not if you wished to keep yourself alive.

And recently, that seem to be the case.

The son of one of the biggest mobsters in New York City—one could say he owned it, if it wasn’t because of Bijou—Tom Holland, didn’t like how she run the place. How, a woman, could have a place in the world of men. And he wanted to get rid of her.

But he was Young, too young. And the power he had gain by the death of his father seem to get into his head. Ruling in a way unfair to everyone. And almost breaking the unspoken rule of the Port Sûr.

“You’re making a big mistake.” She spoke, with her heavy French accent.

Teen Wolf

Note: I know I was asked for a Stiles x Reader. But it’s been a while since I’ve watched that season, and I wasn’t sure what to do. I can alway do another part if you want! I hope you like it, I enjoyed writing this! MY SECOND REQUEST!! YAY!

Request: Can I request a teen wolf imagine. A reader x stiles where it takes places during season 3b with void and while everyone’s protecting stiles in Derek’s loft he just takes you away. You can come up with the rest <3

Warning: You know the drill, grammar errors most likely.

Word count: 461. (Another short one)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pair: Void Stiles x Reader (Not romantic)

Tags: anon!

It was quiet. Too quiet, all I could hear was my harsh breathing and the fast beating of my heart. I was scared. So but so scared. But I wasn’t going to show it. Not to him. He wore his face like a mask, and if it wasn’t because I knew it wasn’t him, I probably would’ve thought it was.

Lies.

I would have known either way. He might look like him, like Stiles. But the way his body showed itself wasn’t like Stiles. Stiles was someone with little to no confidence in himself and that showed. This guy. This guy was anything but that. The dark circles under his eyes just made him look even scarier. Something I thought Stiles could never be. Yet here we were with a guy wearing Stiles face and doing the only thing I thought Stiles could never do. Especially not to me.

“He cares about you, you know?” I heard his deep, dark voice disrupting the silence. And for a second I thought it was Stiles. They even sounded the same.Soon after the sound of steps were known and before I knew it, he was next to me. His body so close I could feel the cold emanating from his almost dead body.“He loves you” He said once again. His index finger traveling up my neck to my cheek in a slow tormenting way.

“What do you want?” I asked, after moving my head sharply away from his finger.

At that he laughed. A deep, raspy laugh that seemed to have come from the depths of his stomach. “From you? Nothing.”

At this, I instantly looked towards him. His face inches away from mine. He stared down at me as if staring at his next pray, and his smile grew wide, as if Cheshire cat had taken over him. But without warning his smile was gone, and he had a strong grip on my face. At this my body started trembling, and I knew he could feel it. “I can see why he likes you.”

“My friends will find you and destroy you.” I try to say, but with his strong grip on my mouth I wasn’t sure if he understood what I had said. But I dearly hoped he had caught onto the venom dripping from those words.

“O, I’m counting on it.”

At that, realization dawned upon me. He didn’t bring me here because I was important. He brought me here because he knew Stiles scared for me. He knew that Stiles would stop at nothing until he found me. He’s been taunting me this whole time.

“Finally, you finally caught on.”

He harshly let go of my face, and walked away, leaving his deep, evil laugh behind.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Note: I’m sorry I took so long, I had a hard time making the reader more girly, I’m not really use to that, I’m more use to darker readers, and I ended up making it angsty. So sorry! But I hope you enjoy it!

Request: Could I request something with prudence please?? The reader is very pink soft girl and prudence just adores her. Have fun and do what ever you like!!!

Warning: CAOS Season 2 Spoilers. I mean, should I even put it, people should had seen it by now. And like always, grammar errors, because I can’t write.

Word count: 525. (I’ve been doing a lot of short ones.)

Fandom: CAOS

Pair: Prudence Night x Reader

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“Let me go with you.” I told Prudence.

Her eyes met mine, and for a second I thought I saw a hint of pride.

We had been dating for a while. I was a mortal, and she a witch, and as much as she tried to hide it before, she never cared that I wasn’t like her. Maybe sometime, in the past, dating a mortal would have mattered to her, but not anymore. At least not with me. And I care about her so much, the fact that she was planning to kill someone didn’t faced me. It probably would have before, but we’ve both changed, and if hunting down her dad is what she wants, what would make her feel better, than I would follow her. I would follow her to the end of the world.

“No, (Y/N) You can’t, this isn’t something a mere mortal should do.” She replied, she got closer to me, crest my cheek, and stared me in the eyes. “You are too pure for this.”

“I don’t want you to go alone.” I told her. And it was true, what if something happened to her?

“I won’t be alone. Ambrose would be with me.” She took a strand of my hair and put it behind my ear, like she always did when she was trying to convince me to do something. “I need you here, where you’re safe. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“What about what I want? I can’t be without you. What if something happens? What if you never come back?”

“I will come back, Love. For you, I will claw my way out of hell.” She said trying to reassure me, but it only did the contrary. I didn’t want her to go to hell in the first place.

“Please Prudence, take me with you.” I grabbed her by the waist, getting hold of her long leather black coat.

At this, prudence stared into my eyes, and I could see how much she wanted to allow me to go. I could see how much this would hurt her too. But she was strong, stronger than me, she had already given her answer and it wasn’t going to change.

Her lips met mine, in a delicate soft embrace. There was no tongue and no ulterior motive to that kiss. She was showing me how much she cared, and I was showing her how much I did too. And before long the kiss was done. Her eyes filled with tears, and I could feel mines did too.

“I’m sorry love.” Her hands fell down onto my sides, grabbing onto my pale pink dress, and then she let go. Turning around and disappearing.

Prudence walked outside her girlfriends home, seeing Ambrose sitting on the stairs. He turned around after hearing the door, eyes locking with those of Prudence. They where red, as if she had been crying. And he knew exactly why.

“Are you sure leaving her is for the best? Hunting your father—“ she cut him off.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Note: I took forever to make this, so sorry about that. This is based of episode 3 from season 2, so obviously spoilers ahead. I really like writing this, even though I took forever. It was mostly because I didn’t have any idea what to write it about. So the idea was the one that took most trouble. When I had the idea, all it took was to write it, and yea. Here we are. I hope everyone enjoys this. And before anyone asks, (spoilers ahead) the reason why I’m putting Night and not Blackwood, is because after the hole thing with father Blackwood, she kind of dropped the name. I think… I don’t really remember. But with how the season ended, I’m sure she definitely changed her name back. I didn’t know what to call this part. So sorry if you think the name is a bit… weird.

Request: Could I request a poly relationship between prudence, Ambrose and a soft girly reader? If not that’s alright!!

Warning: Spoilers, a smut scene is implied. I don’t do smut. There are however some touches and kisses and like always, grammar errors, I suck at writing.

Word count: 2841 (this is a long boy)

Fandom: CAOS

Pair:Prudence Night x Reader x Ambrose Spellman

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It was hot, being surrounded with bodies upon bodies of horny teenagers grinding next to each-other while the music blared through the speakers.

It was hot.

Sweat danced it’s way down my neck, but it didn’t seem to bother Ambrose, who at the moment was leaving kisses on my neck. It also didn’t seem to bother Prudence. I think she found it kind of hot seeing me this way. And the way she was looking at me, I couldn’t say it bothered me. We where young kids in love, full of lust and never ending excitement. And that’s one of the things I liked about them.

“We’re just getting warmed up for Lupercalia.” I heard Prudence tell Sabrina while I made my way back from my bathroom break.

“That’s tomorrow, isn’t it?” I say, getting the attention of everyone.

“My Love.” Says Prudence, grabbing my hand, and pushing me toward the already cramped up sofa, making me seat on her lap.

At this, my cheeks turned a bit pink, I was embarrassed of the eyes around us. “Prudence.” I mumbled.

“Are you embarrassed love?” Said Ambrose, pulling on my shoulder to make me stare him in the eyes.

But before I could say anything, Prudence answered. “There’s no need to be, not with how you where behaving yourself out there.” Said Prudence, pointing to the dance floor with her head.

Before I could get more embarrassed than how I was, Sabrina spoke. Making me give her a small smile as a thank you.

“Lupercalia is witches valentine’s day. Right?” She asked. And she almost hit the jackpot.

“Lupercalia coincides with mortal Valentine’s Day, yes. But in my opinion, it’s just a lot of hype.” Responded Nick, who was sitting next to her in the sofa in front of us.

“Oh, please, Nick. Sabrina’s not so naive and innocent as all that. No one is after signing the Dark Lord’s Book of the Beast.” At this she game me a look, reminding me of the day I signed the book. Reminding me of the pulls, touches and moans of that day inside my empty house.