#cute oneshot

[yourl0calweirdwriter]

Amari night scene

*Dylan stood upset at a table, Amari walks in and sees him. Strange Dylan usually isn't this upset, she walked and sat beside him rubbing his shoulder*

Amari: you alright?

" continue the scene"

[xkarmawrites]

🌻 THE SUNFLOWER 🌻

PAIRING — silver x fem!reader

WARNINGS — Pure Fluff ☁️

WORD COUNT — ~3k

PROMPT — You run the best nursery garden shop in town, tending plants alone—until a visitor from the future walks in, asking to learn.

ARTIST CREDIT — @ bonniebowlz

AUTHOR’S NOTE — This story bloomed in my brain and wouldn’t let go. I wanted something soft, healing, and filled with hope.

🌿🌻“What?”

“You said you wanted to learn. The best way is to get your hands dirty.”

The morning sun filtered through the glass panes of your nursery garden shop, casting golden stripes across rows of green. Dew clung to the petals of tulips and curled ferns, glittering like little jewels. It was quiet—just the way you liked it. Just you and your plants, and the gentle hum of life.

You didn’t need help. You didn’t even want it, most days. But today… something shifted.

The front bell rang.

You looked up from misting your begonias to see a figure standing in the doorway. Not your usual customer. No straw hat, no gardening gloves. He was… sleek. Silver fur, golden eyes that gleamed with curiosity, and a strange glow that clung to him like moonlight.

“Hi,” he said, stepping forward carefully, almost reverently. “This place is… incredible.”

You set the spray bottle down. “Thanks. Can I help you find something?”

He looked around—eyes roaming over the hanging pots, the walls crawling with ivy, the little hand-painted labels stuck into pots of basil and thyme.

“I’m not here to buy,” he said slowly. “I came to learn.”

That made you tilt your head. “Learn?”

“I’m from the future,” he said, not even trying to sugarcoat it. “And… in my time, places like this don’t exist anymore. Not like this. Not at all.”

You stared at him for a long moment, trying to tell if he was joking. But there was something in his voice—something real. Sincere. Sad.

“I want to understand what we lost,” he continued. “How things used to grow. What made the world beautiful before it… changed.”

You glanced down at your hands, still damp with soil. Then back at him. His eyes were so open. So hopeful.

You gave a small, warm smile. “Then you’re in luck. Because I happen to run the best nursery garden in town.”

His expression brightened slightly. “Yeah. I can tell.”

You grabbed a spare apron from the hook and tossed it to him. “You’re hired.”

“What?”

“You said you wanted to learn. The best way is to get your hands dirty.”

He caught the apron, stunned. “You’re serious?”

You shrugged. “I’ve been working alone for years. Wouldn’t mind the company—especially if it means saving the future.”

He smiled, wide and honest. “Thank you.”

You showed him how to hold the trowel first. Not too tight, not too loose. “Let the soil tell you what it wants,” you said, voice light as you knelt beside the tomato bed. “Too rough, and you’ll tear the roots. Too soft, and nothing gets done.”

Silver crouched beside you, watching closely, his gloved hands awkward as he mirrored your movements. His brow furrowed in concentration.

“This is harder than it looks,” he muttered.

You smiled. “Gardening usually is. But you’ll get it.”

He dug a little too deep, wincing when he hit the edge of a root.

You reached out without thinking, brushing his hand aside gently. “Here,” you murmured, guiding his fingers. “Like this.”

His hand stilled under yours. For a second too long, neither of you moved. The air was warm, but a little shiver slipped through him.

You pulled away first, not trusting yourself to linger.

---

The days fell into a rhythm after that.

Mornings were quiet: you’d open the shop, arrange the newest blooms, sweep the path where petals always fell like confetti. Silver would arrive not long after, often with a book tucked under his arm—he read voraciously, everything you gave him about botany, horticulture, ecosystems long lost.

But it wasn’t the reading that taught him.

It was watching you.

The way you hummed while pruning violets. The way your fingers moved over leaves like you were checking for a pulse. The way your face softened when something bloomed.

He didn’t know a heart could ache in a good way.

---

One afternoon, while watering the potted herbs, he looked over at you from the other end of the greenhouse. Sunlight poured through the high glass windows, casting little golden halos on your hair, on your skin.

You laughed softly to yourself at something—a ladybug hovering near your shoulder—and that was when it hit him.

He didn’t want to go back to the future.

Not yet.

Not when here, in this little shop filled with scent and life and you, the world still felt alive.

---

Later that day, as you were closing up, you found him sitting beside the row of hydrangeas, silent. You joined him without a word, brushing soil off your knees.

“Tired?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Just… thinking.”

You waited. That was something he’d learned about you—you never rushed.

Finally, he said, “Your world is so full. I don’t think I ever understood how much we lost.”

You turned your head slightly, studying his profile in the fading light. “But it’s not lost. Not really. Not if someone still remembers it.”

He looked at you. His eyes held something deeper now—not just wonder, but warmth. Admiration. Something unspoken.

You smiled, soft and tired. “You’re doing more than remembering, Silver. You’re helping it grow.”

---

The shop was silent when you arrived that morning. Too silent.

The bell above the door jangled as you pushed it open, and for a heartbeat, everything looked normal—until you took a step forward.

Then the damage revealed itself.

Shattered pots. Trampled petals. Soil flung across the floor like mud in a storm. Shelves knocked over. Sprinklers broken, spraying a weak mist across the chaos. Plants you'd spent years nurturing lay dead or destroyed, their leaves torn, their roots yanked free.

You didn’t scream.

You didn’t cry.

You just… stood there, frozen, heart unraveling in your chest.

Who would do this? Why?

It didn’t matter. The loss sank into you like rot. The place you’d built with your hands, your heart—gone in a single night.

You locked the door behind you and walked away. You didn’t even bother turning the sign to closed.

---

You didn’t go back the next day. Or the one after.

You stayed home. Curtains drawn. Phone off. Plants unwatered. You couldn’t bear to see another leaf wither.

Silver came by, knocking gently. The first time, he brought groceries.

You didn’t answer.

The second time, he brought one of your surviving potted succulents. “You left this behind,” he said softly through the door. “It’s still alive.”

You didn’t take it.

The third time, he just stood there for a long while, not saying anything. When you peeked through the curtain, you saw he had your apron slung over his shoulder like a reminder of better days.

It hurt. Everything hurt.

---

On the fourth visit, you finally opened the door. Just a crack.

Silver didn’t smile, but his voice was gentle. “Come with me.”

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

“I know,” he said, stepping back. “I’m not asking for much. Just a walk.”

You hesitated. Then closed the door.

---

It wasn’t until the sixth time that something shifted.

You don’t even know why—maybe it was his patience, or the way his voice trembled when he said, “Please.” Maybe it was the silence of your home pressing too heavy against your chest.

But that time, when he reached out his hand… you took it.

---

He led you away from the house. Past the familiar path toward the edge of town, where the buildings faded and open fields stretched wide. The sun was just beginning to set, casting the sky in streaks of gold and lilac.

“I want to show you something,” Silver said quietly. “I’ve been working on it.”

He stopped at a small clearing, nestled between tall grass and wildflowers. At first, it just looked like a patch of uneven dirt.

Then you looked closer.

Rows—messy, crooked, but intentional. Little green shoots poking up from the soil. Sprouts of lavender. Tiny seedlings of tomatoes and squash. A rough trellis made of salvaged wood, supporting the beginnings of climbing vines. In one corner, a circle of smooth stones surrounding a single blooming sunflower.

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I didn’t know what I was doing at first,” Silver admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But every day after we closed the shop, I came out here. Just… planting. Practicing what you taught me. I was going to surprise you with it one day.”

You were quiet, hands trembling at your sides.

“I know I can’t fix what happened,” he said. “But I thought… maybe if I could grow something… then maybe a piece of what you gave me wouldn’t be lost.”

You took a step forward, then another. Kneeling beside the sunflower, your fingers touched the petals like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

Silver knelt beside you.

“I didn’t just learn how to grow plants from you,” he said, voice soft. “I learned why it matters. What life is supposed to feel like.”

You swallowed hard, blinking tears from your eyes.

Then, without thinking, you leaned into him—just slightly. His shoulder met yours. Warm. Steady.

“I missed this,” you whispered.

“I missed you,” he answered, not looking at you, but his voice carried all the weight of it.

You stayed in the field long after the sun dipped below the hills. Sitting beside Silver, knees tucked to your chest, watching fireflies blink between the rows he’d planted. You ran your fingers across the sprouting leaves, gently brushing dirt from them as though each was a piece of something sacred.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you whispered after a while, breaking the silence.

Silver glanced at you. “I wanted to.”

Your eyes met in the dim light. He looked so different from the day he first walked into your shop—more grounded now, more open. There was soil on his gloves, a smudge of dirt across his cheek, and a gentleness in his eyes that made your chest ache.

You turned your gaze back to the little garden he’d built.

“I think,” you began slowly, “if we take some of these plants back… we could start over.”

Silver blinked. “At the shop?”

You nodded. “I can’t bring back what was lost. But this…” You looked around. “This is life. It’s still growing.”

A breeze passed through the field, rustling the leaves like they were listening.

You stood, brushing off your jeans. “Will you help me?”

His answer came without hesitation. “Always.”

---

The next morning, you unlocked the shop for the first time in over a week.

The damage still hurt to look at, but it didn’t paralyze you anymore. With Silver at your side, hauling broken pots out to the dumpster and sweeping up fallen soil, it started to feel manageable.

He replaced the sprinkler heads. You re-hung the baskets. Together, you filled the broken spaces with new life—your life, his life, the life you were now planting side by side.

From his field, you brought clippings and seedlings. His precious sunflower now stood at the entrance, proud and tall in a handmade pot, greeting customers like an emblem of resilience.

The shop began to feel whole again.

---

Days passed. Then a week.

Customers trickled back. Word spread. She’s reopened, they said. And it’s even more beautiful than before.

You knew why.

It wasn’t just plants that brought the place to life again. It was Silver. The way he learned each plant’s rhythm. The way he smiled when something bloomed. The way he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking—quiet, reverent, as though you were something just as miraculous as the flowers.

And maybe… you were.

---

One evening, after locking up, you stood with him by the sunflower again. The same one that had started it all.

The golden light of dusk painted everything in warm tones. The scent of lavender drifted through the air.

“Thank you,” you said, voice soft but sure. “For not giving up on me.”

He looked at you, blinking. “I never would.”

You stepped a little closer.

“For giving me a reason to come back.”

Silver smiled, but there was something nervous in it—like he didn’t know what to say next.

You reached up, brushing a bit of soil from his cheek with your thumb. “And for showing me how something new can still grow… even after everything’s been torn up.”

His breath caught.

You didn’t give him time to respond.

You leaned in slowly—giving him space to move away if he wanted. But he didn’t. His eyes fluttered shut, and you kissed him, gentle and sure. It wasn’t desperate or rushed. It was gratitude. Promise. A beginning.

When you pulled back, he opened his eyes, dazed, a little breathless.

“…Was that a thank-you?” he asked, a bit sheepish.

You smiled. “A really, really overdue one.”

Silver chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re welcome. For… everything.”

The sunflower swayed in the breeze beside you, golden and proud.

And between you, something else had bloomed.

[flossy2003]

Cassandra Teaches Scarlett to Sew- Oneshot preview-

Scarlett sheepishly walked into the lounge, tears streaming down her face.

“Mama?”

Cassandra looked up from the book she was reading.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I hurt myself…”

“Come here, let me have a look.”

Scarlett sat next to Cassandra and showed her, her bleeding fingers.

“How did you do that?!” Cassandra asked, eyes wide.

Scarlett started sobbing.

“I tried to sew all by myself!” She cried, “I was trying to make a dress and it went all wrong!”

Cassandra scooped up Scarlett and took her into the bathroom to clean her up.

She washed the blood away, disinfected the wounds and put a bandage around the affected fingers.

“There, all better.”

Scarlett snuggled into her, still whimpering.

“Scarlett, look at me,” Cassandra said, gently.

Scarlett glanced up, her eyes full of shame.

“You must never touch my things without asking me, you know that. Like the weapon cabinet, the sewing box has very sharp things in it and as you found out, those things can hurt you.” Cassandra explained, “you also know that you shouldn’t take other people’s things without their permission, that’s stealing.”

Scarlett cried harder.

“Don’t send me to jail!”

Cassandra cringed. That probably wasn’t the best thing to say to a four year old.

“No, no, no, no, no! Little girls don’t go to jail. I just need you to ask me before you take something of mine, that’s all. But what’s more important is that you got hurt today, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“But you don’t get hurt when you sew!”

“I do sometimes, but I have big, tough hands, so I don’t feel it as much. Your hands are very little and delicate just now, so if you get pricked by a needle it’s going to hurt a lot more. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mummy.”

Cassandra kissed Scarlett on the cheek.

“What do you say we sew together, huh? I’ll teach you how to do it properly without hurting your little fingers!”

“Yes! Can we make one of those huge ballgowns that Auntie Rapunzel wears? Can it be pink?”

Cassandra chuckled, as Scarlett jumped up and down.

“That might be a bit ambitious…how about a doll?”

“Oh yes! Can the doll have a big ballgown?”

“Sure! I think that should be pretty easy to do.”

Cassandra put a bunch of fabric, toy stuffing and her sewing box on her work desk. It was supposed to be strictly for important paperwork relating to her work as a specialist guard and self defence instructor, but she figured that teaching her daughter an important life skill was an exception.

Scarlett sat on Cassandra’s lap, watching intently as she laid out all the sewing supplies in front of them.

Cassandra drew a doll shape on one piece of fabric and then did the same on another.

“That’s the front and back of the doll.”

“Ohhh!”

“And now I’m going to cut them out.”

Scarlett watched as Cassandra gently cut around the pattern.

“Next, I’m going to show you how to thread a needle.”

Cassandra had expected Scarlett to get bored with sewing after the first five minutes but she seemed mesmerised by it.

“Do you want to have a go poking the needle through the fabric?”

Scarlett nodded and Cassandra quickly placed a thimble on her thumb.

“That’ll stop you from getting hurt but you’ve still got to be careful.”

Scarlett nodded, sticking her tongue out to the side and squinting her eyes, clearly concentrating very hard.

Once the needle was through the fabric, Cassandra gently guided Scarlett’s hand to where the next stitch needed to go and helped her poke it through.

Once the doll was finished, Cassandra decided to make multiple dresses for it, so Scarlett could pick which one she wanted the doll to wear.

By the time the first dress was finished, it

“I wanna do more sewing!” She complained, as Cassandra carried her into her bedroom.

“We’ll do some more later, it’s nap time now.”

Scarlett could barely keep her eyes open, as much as she hated to admit it. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

@frozenwolftemplar @twotangledsisters you might find this cute! 😊

[dragonfander101]

“Goodnight Logan.” Virgil said as he walked into his room. “Goodnight Virgil,” Logan began “I had a satisfactory time tonight.” Virgil giggled “Same to you, Nerd.” Logan smiled and chuckled shaking his head.

As Logan turned around Virgil called “W-Wait Logan! ” “Yes V-“ Logan began as he turned back around, but he was cut off by Virgil’s lips against his.

Logan was too shocked to kiss back so he just stood there, eyes wide. Virgil pulled away and started freaking out “I-I’m so sorry Logan! I d-don’t know what I was thinking! I- I’m an idiot! I-“ “Virgil.” Logan said, voice stern but gentle. At least what he hoped was gentle.

Virgil looked at him biting his lip. Logan walked forward and wrapped one of his arms around Virgil’s waist, the other on Virgil’s cheek, pulling Virgil towards him. Virgil gasped softly as he locked eyes with Logan.

Logan looked at Virgil’s lips then back at his eyes silently asking him permission. Virgil nodded.

Logan had a lovesick look in his eyes as he gently pressed his lips against Virgil’s. Virgil kissed back, wrapping his arms around Logan’s neck.

They pulled away after about a minute, each of them panting slightly. “I- I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” Logan said, he still had the lovesick look on his face.

“D-Does this mean we’re a thing now?” Virgil asked his voice barely above a whisper. Logan smiled softly, oh how Virgil loved his smile. “If you want it to.” Virgil smiled closing his eyes “I-I love you L-Logan.” “I love you too Starlight.” Logan replied trying a nickname. Virgil blushed “S-Starlight ?” Logan blushed as well, “Y-Yes. Do you like it?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t like it.” Virgil said.

“O-Oh okay I-“

“I love it.” Virgil giggled softly, “I got you there didn’t I?” He asked with a smug look on his face. He looked very proud of himself. Logan chuckled “I should’ve seen that one coming.”

————

I wrote this a while ago, because it just popped into my head and I didn’t want to forget it.

[dcbutinamrev]

can u plz do some historical lams valley forge cuddles

Of course, anon!! More fluff along the way! This one’s a bit shorter than the others... But as always ask and you shall recieve! You can also ask me questions if you have any as well as oneshot requests! 

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Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton sits at his desk with a lone candle perched on the windowsill above his desk. He hunches forward slightly, his brows furrowing together and his eyes are narrowed as he presses his lips firmly together as he struggles to come up with the next line in his letter to Congress. He taps the feathered part of his quill agaisnt his chin, humming in thought. Hamilton huffs out a breath and leans back agaisnt his chair, groaning with frustration as he runs a hand through his unruly red-brownish curls and gazes out the window.

His heart stops.

Before him, Hamilton could see small, light flurries fluttering down before him. He sees his reflection faintly in the glass window in his shared room which he shares with his beloved Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens here in Valley Forge. The ground before him covered in white blanket of snow. Hamilton smiles to himself as he finally sets his quill down and rests his folded arms on his desk as he watches the snow fall before him.

It's breathtaking, Hamilton must admit. Truthfully, Hamilton has never seen snow before with what his traumatic background in the Caribbean. Hamilton wishes his mother could be here with him, beside him perhaps, to watch the breathtaking view.

"Even in the rages of war," Hamilton whispers to himself. "There's always beauty in the darkness..."

Hamilton's smile fades a little as he thinks about his mother. He swallows hard, as he remembers clearly his younger self waking to a corpse beside him. Hamilton winces as he remembers his own cries, as he remembers the hurricane, as he remembers his cousin's death. Hamilton growls low and shakes his head, gripping the quill tighter. He closes his eyes and breaths out once, twice before slowly opening his eyes again.

"No, I musn't think like that," Hamilton scolds himself. He glances up at the window. "I'm here...I'm a Lieutenant Colonel now...an aide-de-camp to General Washington now...I'm alive...and I should be grateful for that..."

Hamilton swallows as he licks his dry, chapped lips. His lips dry from the lack of kisses from his dear Laurens, who was sent with Tench Tilghman and the Marquis de Lafayette on a mission some hours before.

Hamilton sighs as massges his aching neck before continuing to write his letter, occasionally dipping his quill into the inkpot and scribbles away.

Hamilton doesn't know how long its been since he began working, but it must have been some hours later into the night for the sky is dark, almsot pitch-black. He could hardly see the white snow on the ground. Just as Hamilton is about to dip his quill into the ink pot again, he hears a tap against his door.

Hamilton yelps with surprise as he jolts up from his seat, his knee knocking under the table and the chair collapsing behind him onto the floor with a thud. The ink pot nearly tipping over. He whips his head around to find his beautiful Laurens standing before him, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the doorframe, his head resting on it and a small smile appears on his face. His honey-blonde hair pulled back into the tradition braid, a black tricorn on his head, and he wears his Continental uniform while Hamilton only wears his night shirt and breeches, his cravat loose and his red-brownish hair surrounding his face in a sea of red. 

Hamilton sighs with relief when he sees his Laurens alive. He feels all his worries float away as he slowly walks up to him at the same time Laurens marches towards him, closing the door behind him and making sure its locked. Laurens takes off his tricorn hat and set it on the bed nearby and smiles as he slides his hands down towards Hamilton’s hips and grips them to pull Hamilton towards him so their chests are nearly touching. Hamilton giggles as he rests his hands on Laurens’s lapels as Laurens leans down to press his lips to Hamilton’s. 

After a few minutes, Hamilton unfortunately has to pull away from Laurens for a breath of air and Laurens tips his head down so he could rest his forehead against Hamilton’s, the tips of their noses nudging agaisnt each other. Hamilton giggles again as he kisses Laurens once more. 

“I see you’ve returned to me from your mission,” Hamilton whispers, tracing the crook of Laurens’s jaw with his index finger. 

Laurens hums as he breathes in the familiar scent of his Hamilton, pressing one more kiss to Hamilton’s lips. “Hmm...I have...earlier than I’d expected too.” 

“Well, that doesn’t matter,” Hamilton whispers, tipping his head up to meet Laurens’s eyes. “What matters is that you’re home. You’re home, my love.” 

Laurens scoffs. “Home.” A pause. “I missed you.” 

Hamilton smiles wide and giggles adorably once more. Laurens’s heart flutters. 

“I missed you as well, Jack.” 

“How long have you been awake, Alexander?” Laurens asks suddenly as he glances at the mess on Hamilton’s desk. His brows furrow with concern. “You look like you haven’t slept a minute.” 

“Well, it’s kind of hard to sleep when you’re out on the field and I’m locked in here,” Hamilton confesses. 

“Whatever do you mean, Hamilton?” Laurens says with a teasing grin and a fake offended look on his face. 

“I know how reckless you can be, John,” Hamilton says. “I know how much you desire to be on the field rather than at a desk with pen and paper.” A pause. “Sometimes I feel as though you love the battles more than me...” 

“That’s not true!” Laurens scoffs. “Yes, dear boy, I desire so much to be on the field with my sword rather than here but I love you more. I go on the field to protect you, Alexander. To protect this country. And if you are here, safe and away from harm, then that’s all that matters.” 

Hamilton smiles up at Laurens softly, humming as he rests his head against Laurens’s chest and closes his eyes when he hears Laurens’s heart beating softly agaisnt his ear. Laurens sighs contently as he presses a kiss to Hamilton’s forehead before resting his cheek on top of Hamilton’s red curls. Hamilton snakes his arms around Laurens so they wrap around his back while Laurens rests his arms around the small of Hamilton’s back. Hamilton wishes he could stay with his Laurens like this forever. 

“We should head to bed,” Laurens yawns. “It’s late and who knows what tomorrow may bring.” 

Hamilton shakes his head, stubborn as ever. He lets go of Laurens and sits back down at his desk and grabs his quill to finish his letter. “You go on ahead, Jack, I’ll be there in a minute.” 

Laurens huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Alex--” 

“I have to finish this before the courier arrives for tomorrow’s morning dispatch!” Hamilton protests. 

“Alexander,” Laurens snaps in a chiding tone. “You need to let your body rest! Otherwise...you’ll overwork yourself and get ill again!” 

Hamilton rolls his eyes, chuckling. “Oh, John. Relax! You’re just being paranoid. I’ll be fine.” 

“Alexander, come back to sleep,” Laurens whines, as he shrugs off his uniform and walks over to Hamilton, his hands on Hamilton’s shoulders. “Take a break.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, love,” Hamilton snaps. 

Laurens growls frustratingly and suddenly snatches Hamilton’s quill from his hand. Hamilton whips his head over his shoulder. 

“Hey!” Hamilton shouts. 

Laurens arches an eyebrow challingly, his quill high above Hamilton where he can’t reach it. 

“Bed. Now,” Laurens growls as he lays down in the bed, patting the empty spot next to him. 

“But John--” 

“Bed!” Laurens snaps. “Now!” 

Hamilton grumbles as he blows out the candle and straightens his mess, closing the blinds and reluctantly crawls into the bed beside Laurens. Laurens smiles triumphantly as he wraps his arms around Hamilton. Hamilton grumbles something under his breath annoyingly as he rests his head on Laurens’s bare chest. Laurens smiles wider and presses his lips to Hamilton’s brow. 

“Thank you,” Laurens says, closing his eyes as he pulls Hamilton closer to him. 

“You’re evil,” Hamilton grumbles as he pouts. “I hate you.” 

Laurens laughs quietly. “Love you too.” 

Laurens rolls onto his side, facing the wall, therefore causing Hamilton to lay outside him. Hamilton humphs as he inches closer so his cheek is pressed agasint Laurens’s back, his arms around Laurens’s waist and legs curled up beside him, the blankets draped up towards his chin. Laurens giggles, making Hamilton’s stomach twist, and Laurens glances down at his Hamilton. Who’s still pouting. Even in his sleep. 

“Oh? Are you the big spoon, now?” Laurens chuckles. 

“Shut up,” Hamilton hisses, eyes squeezed closed as he snuggles closer to Laurens as best he can. “I’m a knife.” 

Laurens bursts out laughing, which causes Hamilton to grin against Laurens’s muscular back. 

“Sure you are, dear boy,” Laurens laughs. “Sure you are...”

Laurens sighs as he finally closes his eyes, feeling loved and comforted and at peace now that he knows his Hamilton is safe and sound. 

[queen-kaiser0]

Prompt: You are a villain who kidnapped the smart guy on your nemesis team, but they tell you that nobody will come for them and that the hero doesn’t care. You didn’t believe them at first but it’s been a month and nobody shows up and after once again hearing them cry at night you had enough.

Their hands grip tightly to the white porcelain skin, trying to block out the terrible, soft sounds coming from down the hall. Zeplin glares at their reflection in the cracked mirror. They know the face staring back at them, the dark sunken eyes, the sharp jawline, and hollowed cheeks. Their thin and cracked lips perpetually in a scowl, the face of the villain. They recognize this face, they know who this face belongs to, but they do not know this face. It’s like they are seeing their own face for the first time or their insides do not match what they see looking back at them. But they blink, clear their head, and it’s gone.

The sniffling from down the hall brings makes Zeplin take in a deep breath. They clench their teeth and walk out of the bathroom. They knock on the door, politely, and enter the guest bedroom. The room is simple but nice enough. A queen-sized bed sits in the center with a fluffy white comforter on top. Two dark wood nightstands sit on either side of the bed and a small dark wooden desk sits under the windows. Contrary to popular belief, Zeplin does not throw their prisoners into the dungeon. They don’t even have a dungeon.

Their captive lays on her back on the floor with her arm spread out by her sides. Tears slide down the sides of her face and she sniffles loudly. Zeplin sits gracefully on the floor next to her and offers her the handkerchief from their pocket. It’s an offer of comfort, an offer to listen and the captive takes it.

“I knew that Strong Man wouldn’t come for me, I’m replaceable after all. But I thought that my parents would at least look for me. They haven’t even filed a police report! I’ve been looking for one to show up for weeks but nothing.”

Zeplin raises their eyebrow at that, not quite sure how she would be finding this information.

“Oh, yeah. Winston gave me a computer the second week I was here. But don’t worry, no one can track me from it.”

Zeplin offered to let her go the first week she was here. They never intended to keep her here for long. They were just hoping to lour out Strong Man but he refused to come. Frankly, they didn’t even think that he noticed she was missing. How someone could ever not notice her, Zeplin will never know. She is a spitfire, all fierce determination and strong-willed arguments, wrapped up in a girl with endless smiles and beautiful laughter.

She was never supposed to stay, but it has been a month now and Zeplin cannot seem to get rid of her. Not that they would ever admit to not wanting her to leave.

She sniffles one more time and wipes the tears from her face with Zeplin’s black handkerchief.

“Anyway, it’s just got me down today. It’s been a month since I’ve been here, since I’ve been missing. It just hurts to know that nobody cares.” Her voice breaks on the last bit and she covers her face with both hands.

Zeplin’s heart breaks for his captive. Even they have someone that would care if they went missing. Winston would search high and low until he found Zeplin. Winston is practically the father that Zeplin never had.

Zeplin gently raises her shaking hands and holds them tight in their own. They pull her up into a sitting position so that she is sitting cross-legged across from them. She looks a little shocked by the touch but does not pull back.

“Delilah,” Zeplin says with an air of reverence, “Clearly they are all assholes who don’t have a kind or caring bone in their bodies.” Delilah laughs softly. Caspian continues, “They don’t deserve you. And you deserve better.”

Caspian tucks a stray piece of her strawberry blond hair behind her ear and lifts her chin up so that she meets their eyes.

“I care, Delilah. I don’t know if I can give you better but I can start by offering you a job if you want it. You are clearly brilliant with computers and I am sad to say that I am still stuck in the dark ages so I could definitely use your help.”

Delilah stares with her mouth slightly agape, “You just offered me a job.”

“Umm, yes? I mean you don’t have to accept of course-” Before Zeplin can finish, Delilah is jumping into their arms and hugging them tightly.

Zeplin does not remember the last time they received a hug, if ever.

“Yes, of course, I accept! I would love to work for you!” Delilah screeches into their ear.

Zeplin wraps their arms a little tighter around her waist, soaking in the pleasure of her warmth and affection.

Delilah pulls back but does not leave Zeplin’s embrace. Their faces are close when she asks, “Does that mean I can’t stay here anymore? I mean since you are now my boss and all.”

“You are welcome in this home as long as you want to be here, little sunflower.”

Delilah smiles brightly, all thoughts of her tears long gone. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“I have to go tell Winston!” Delilah shrieks and stands up abruptly, running out of the room. Leaving Zeplin sitting on the floor.

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"You are mine"

I really loved this cute oneshot. I was so happy to see that they found their way to each other without even knowing it and the effect they had on each other was amazing, those two really are perfect together. I loooove Teen Idol!Peeta and Teen fan!Katniss

AND THE MUFFIN REFERENCE WAS DAYYUM!

Faves:

1- “We’re all heading out to a club later. Wanna come?” Katniss met Johanna’s laughing stare with exasperation. “I didn’t think so. One day, you’re going to want someone to plow through that your garden, if you know what I mean. You’re never going to find a ‘gardener’ if you spent your nights at home!”

Katniss reached over to her desk and tossed her apron at the woman with a laugh.

“Back to work! And, anyway—whoever wants to get to this garden has to bring pruning shears and fertilizer.”

2- At 18, she became assistant manager when Lena got pregnant—thanks dad—and Lena and her dad got married.

3- “Maybe you can try asking again for my sake,” Lena urged, giving Katniss a quick wink. “Poor girl hasn’t been out in a while. I’m not really sure what’s going on with her…muffin.”

“Lena!” Katniss twirled around just in time to see Peeta covering his mouth so she wouldn’t see him laugh. “You are on thin ice, Peeta! Don’t you dare take her side.”

“I wouldn’t know much about your muffin…” Peeta’s eyes drifted downward toward her jeans. “…unless you’ll let me take both of you out for dinner.”

4- Finnick walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. “We don’t shake hands. We tell embarrassing stories.” She could already tell Peeta was giving him the finger based on Finnick’s booming laugh. “Let me tell you about the time that Peeta had diarrhea during a camping trip—”

“No, she’s already slept with him. Bathroom issues aren’t a big deal,” Annie said as they led Katniss into their house. There were still a lot of unopened boxes from their move but the large entryway was enough for her to know that it might take some time for them to get their home decorated. “How about when he got bit by that spider and we had to take him to the hospital with an ice pack on his ass?”

“I don’t know if that’s going to deter me,” Katniss told the couple. “He’s unbelievably cute.” Peeta took her hand, pulling her to his side. “Also, he knows how to butter my muffin.”

Finnick snorted, shaking his head at the two. “You two are perfect for one another.”

5- “Where the hell are your panties?” Peeta asked as she easily sunk unto his length.

He groaned and she tightened around him as they began to move in harsh eagerness, the door being used as solid foundation for a hard fuck.

“In my pocket,” she replied breathlessly, her eyes rolling back as he thrusted harshly, hitting her cervix just enough. “That way if you’re too loud, I can just stuff them into your mouth.”

6- Downstairs, Marvel and Johanna looked up at the dark-tinted windows of the office.

“Yes, Peeta! Fuck! I’m coming!”

Prim joined them, emerging from the back employee entrance as her eyes went up to the office windows as well.

“Do they know that the overhead speaker is on?” she asked, trying to keep her laughter in.

A loud moan punctured the air—Peeta.

Johanna shook her head. “Nope.” She took off her apron. “I’m clocking out early.”

7- Johanna was, not surprisingly, sitting on Cato’s lap. They had met when Katniss moved into Peeta’s apartment and spent two days in Johanna’s apartment, ‘purging’ her presence.

That’s what Johanna called it when she called in sick, anyway.

@jlalafics You said that "You are mine" is an original song written by you, did you or anyone ever sing it? I would love to hear it if you/someone did :D

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Sweetlips and Innocent kisses (Kai Anderson x Chubby! Reader.)

Plot- You are part of Kai’s cult, and you (obviously) like him. After your first kill, you got cold feet and decided you didn't want to kill anyone. Kai didn’t want you to go so he got you to “work behind the scenes” setting everything up, fixing costumes etc.

The gang questioned your faith towards Kai, began calling you names and generally being horrible. You run off crying, and Kai stays behind yelling at everyone, going as far as killing one of them to send a message. He goes to your room and sits on your bed. He gives you lots of cuddles and kisses. Reassuring you that you are beautiful. (Which you all are)

TW- Name-calling, lots of swearing (I mean, it’s Kai), Violence, Murder. (Again. it’s Kai we are talking about here.) and Self-esteem issues.

This is also my first ever x Chubby! reader. So apologies if it isn’t the best.

It came rather suddenly, being asked to join a cult isn’t something one would expect in their day to day lives. Sadly you happened to be friends with someone who was part of a cult, well friends is a loose term, more like ‘acquaintances’. But there you were, sat in front of a blue-haired male that you now know as Kai Anderson. The handsome male you had gained a crush on over the months. The male who asked you the most embarrassing questions.

When you first met Kai you were intimidated, not just by his beauty but by the powerful aura he always emits. But now, you were in awe of him; his power, his beauty. His everything.

After your first kill, you realised that you weren’t cut out for it. You had managed to talk to Kai about it, telling him that you wanted to stay with the cult but you couldn’t kill. You were expecting your instant demise, maybe even a lecture. But Kai just smiled at you and nodded his head.

“I thought as much, how about this, you set the scenes for us, fix our costumes, clean out the blood, sharpen and buy our weapons. and in return, you don’t have to kill anyone.” That was the first and last time Kai had ever managed to surprise you.

---

Kai kept to his word as well, he let you do all of the ‘backstage’ work and he never forced you to kill anyone. You were forever grateful towards the man and never once questioned his decisions or judgements.

It was because of this that you slowly started becoming his favourite. He kept a close eye on you during meetings and while you were handling their weapons, his excuse being that ‘he had to make sure you weren’t tampering with them.’ Which wasn’t necessarily a lie.

Right now everyone, including Kai and yourself were in the meeting room discussing the latest target. You were sat slightly out of the way since the briefing wasn’t for you, but you still had to be present. So as a pastime you decide to just absentmindedly think about Kai and about how perfect he is, and how perfect you... weren’t. You sigh silently and look down at your stomach in annoyance. Why couldn’t you look like Ivy, nice and slim but still gorgeously curvy? Ivy may not be the nicest of people but good god you’d kill to be her...  Well maybe not kill.

“Why is Y/N here anyways? she doesn’t even come with us! what is the point of her being here? She’s probably betraying us and feeding all of this info to the cops. stupid bitch. Honestly Kai why don’t you just kill her? She doesn’t do anything for us. She’s just a massive nuisance to us.” You heard one of them say, it wasn’t unusual for this to happen and you never normally let it get to you, but today for some reason you were feeling particularly sensitive.

So with glassy eyes, you heave yourself out of your chair and ran out of the room to one of the spare bedrooms Kai had set up for the people who sometimes have to stay.

~~~Back with Kai.~~~

Kai stared at the empty seat angrily, how dare they call his queen a bitch. How dare they imply that she is betraying them. She would never do that to them, to him, and he knows that.

“Okay, now that that fat bitch is gone we can talk business.” another one of them says. Kai snaps. Badly. He storms over to that person and grips their throat, slamming them into a wall.

“How dare you. How fucking DARE you, you self-absorbed slut. Y/N is far from fat. and she is no bitch. Trust me on that. I should fucking kill you where you stand for calling her those nasty- horrendous things. In fact, maybe I will.” Kai mutters with a sinister grin on his face.

He throughs the girl onto her knees on the floor. She grasps her throat, taking in deep breaths due to Kai tight hold. She looks up at the insane man with a pained look in her eyes. “I’m sorry Kai, I did--”

Kai cuts her off by shoving her down completely to the floor with his foot. “Let this be a lesson to all of you. If any of you. I mean any of you hurt MY girl in any way you will have me to answer to. Do you understand me?” Everyone is stood frozen in fear. Shocked by his outburst and too scared to speak.

Kai looks at them all, red-faced with fury. Slamming his foot into the girls back causing a sickening crack and a scream. “I SAID. DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME YOU BUNCH OF PATHETIC WORTHLESS CUNTS” The cult takes a step away from the scene in front of them, all muttering a yes, with their head hung low.

The girl on the floor coughs up some blood as she looks at the cult with pure fear. “Now I know how much you all cared for this one,” Kai smirked, gesturing to the girl under his foot. “So as a punishment. You guys will all hurt her. Badly.”

He takes his foot off of the girl and hands them a weapon. “Now.” They all stood in their place. Not doing anything.

“I said, now.” Kai raised his voice sternly. They all went up to the girl and began to beat her to death. With a satisfied grin, Kai leaves the room to the sounds of the girls' screams.

-----Back with Y/N------

You could hear the unfortunate screams of one of the cult members down the hall but you paid no mind to that. All you could think about were the nasty words that have been thrown at you when Kai wasn’t around.

You kept yourself curled up under the covers, tears streaming down your face. How could anyone ever love you? Especially Kai...

The door of the room opened, You assumed it was another cult member there to kill you while Kai busied himself with the screaming female.

The empty space dipped next to you as the person sat back against the headboard. You curled up tighter to comfort yourself as the covers flew off of your head to reveal, Kai?

You went to sit up and wipe your face but Kai gripped your wrist and lowers you back into a lying position. You looked up at the man confused and slightly frightened. “U-um Kai..?” he smiles down at you sweetly, something you’ve never seen before.

Kai lies down next to you and pulls you against him. One of his arms was wrapped around you and rubbing your stomach affectionately.

“How long has this been going on for?” He asked, lying on his side to face you. The look in his eyes being stern but worried. You sighed knowing there was no use lying to him.

“about 3 months now. I’ve been able to ignore it. But... I dunno, today it really hurt me... I heard her call me fat before I got to my room and I just broke down...” You explained, trying to hold back your tears, you didn’t want to seem weak in front of Kai.

“I should’ve fucking killed all of them...” He muttered darkly causing you to turn and face him in shock.

“K-Kai what is that supposed to mean?” He pulls you closer to him, one hand holding your head to his chest and the other wrapped around your waist. He began to run his hands through your hair as he explains.

“The girl who called you fat. Yeah, I broke her back. As punishment for the others, I told them that they had to kill her by beating her to death.” Kai shrugged nonchalantly, wrapping one of his legs over yours in an attempt to be even closer to you.

“K-kai- why did you do that, she was one of the strongest cul-” Kai cut you off by lightly tapping the top of your head with his hand. He grabs your chin and lifts your head up so you are looking him in the eye.

“I did it because she hurt you, she made you hate yourself more than you already do. And don’t try telling me otherwise. I know that look that you give yourself when you look in the mirror when you look at the ground. The way you look at Ivy with jealousy.” He cups your face with both of his hands and rolls on top of you.

“You are gorgeous Y/N, inside and out, you are the most beautiful one here because of your heart, I can sense your purity and my god, I want to take it away from you, but I won’t because that’s what makes you you and that is what I love about you. So don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t anything more than amazing.” 

He caresses your cheek and leans down pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, trailing them down to your neck. Once he gets nearer to your shoulders he pulls your shirt up to just below your bra and kisses your stomach. “Is this what you are really fussing over? If so please stop because your little belly is so cute and it just makes me love you more because it makes you more you.” 

He grips your waist and pulls you down the bed so you're at face height with him. “You honestly have no idea what you do to me. Your innocence attracts me to you more and more.” with every other word he presses a kiss from your cheek closer and closer to your lips until he is finally hovering above them. Looking into your eyes with more affection than you’d think is possible.

“I have wanted to do this for so long... So don’t let me wait any longer. Let me kiss you.” He mutters, rubbing your lip with his index finger while his eyes flitted between your own and your lips.

“I-I Kai...” You whisper, looking from his eyes to his lips also. The lips that you have been dying to feel for months now. You bite your lip and nod your head in approval. “Please kiss me...”

He grinned widely like a child in a candy store and pressed his lips against yours with urgency. The kiss was innocent and new to both parties. Kai was only used to those lustful sex kisses whereas you had never kissed anyone before. 

Your lips rubbed against one another as you wrapped your arms around Kai’s neck, resting your hands in your hair. Kai pulled your waist flush up against his body as he kissed you deeply but still trying to keep it innocent.

The innocence of the kiss had managed to turn Kai on majorly but he didn’t want to take you or at least, not yet. So to stop things from going any further he pulled himself from the kiss and stared at you panting.

“I don’t mean for this to come out in a cocky or bad way at all, I have kissed many people but your kisses by far are my favourite- I could easily get hooked to those sweet lips and innocent kisses of yours. In fact, I might need another.” he winks pressing a quick kiss back on your lips again. Causing you to flush. 

“You’d kiss anyone though so how was that meant to help?”

“I stopped. If I only wanted you for sex I would’ve kept going. But I want you. Not for sex I just want you. Look I’m not a sentimental or soppy type so I’m only doing this once, got it? I want you I want to be able to wake up in the morning with you in my arms, I want to be able to be with you all the time. I need you. I use people for sex so I get that you are concerned. But I would never do that to you. You are like a drug to me. Something I keep coming back to because I’m too addicted. Fuck Y/N I’m intoxicated by your presence. So let me keep my high and stay with me?” 

Your face turns a bright red colour as the man on top of you basically confessed his love to you. “D-Does that mean what I think it means...?” You asked cautiously just to make sure.

“Fucking yes Y/N I’m in love with you okay!? I have been since we first joined pinkies when you went bright red through my questioning. Your reactions have fucked with me Y/N.” You gasp at his blunt response. But notice his cheeks going slightly pink.

“I-I love you too Kai.” You cuddled into the male with a small smile on your face. He loves you. He actually loves you.

“You should probably get some sleep love, you’ve had a busy day.” He mutters into your ear quietly, kissing your neck softly so you know that you'll be safe with him. “and don’t worry, I’ll stay here with you the whole time.” He smiles to himself and looks at you. 

God, he loved you so much, and he’ll make sure that you will always know that.