Days Journey // Sir Gwaine

This is one of the best pictures of him that I have ever seen 🥰

(please add your favorite pictures of him. I want to see)

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can you write about dom!poly!marauders x sub!fem reader with them like outside of the bedroom with casual dominance? i hope this makes sense. i love your writing!

cw: fluff, casual dominance, creepy guy touches you near the end

“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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MORNINGS LIKE THIS

SUMMARY: You and Chris finally get to spend a morning together

WARNINGS: Smut and Chris being clingy

PAIRING: Dad/husband!Chris Evans x Reader

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Mornings like these were rare, with Chris gone most of the time due to him filming his new movie, you were often left in the mornings all alone in your massive king sized bed. But that was of course before the twins woke up and joined you, however as much as you loved having your kids around, something about waking up to your husband snuggled up to your side would alway hit different. You simply craved it.

Thankfully though, today that craving had been satisfied. Chris was snuggled up close to you, his breath hot against your bare back and his cheek smushed into his pillow. He had a day off and like any other day offs he has, you two spent most of the night making love under those very silk sheets that covered you as your kids slept peacefully in their own rooms, for the first time in a while sleeping throughout the whole night.

Turning around, you fixated your gaze on your husband. His hair sticking out all over the place, probably from you tugging it and from the fact that he moved around a lot whilst he slept, his eyelashes rested gently on his flushed cheeks. It was a sight straight out of your dreams.

Looking at him, scenes from last night flash through your mind.

“Harder Chris” you moan, eyes rolling back as your nails made crescent shaped marks on his broad shoulders. Chris’ head was buried into your shoulders whilst he thrusted into you repeatedly, picking up his pace once he heard what you said.

He lifted his head up, now putting his weight on his arms rather than you, allowing you to manoeuvre your leg so that it was now resting up over his shoulder, the shoulder that you previously had a deadly grip on. His hand landed on your thigh and he changed his angle of thrusts making a pornographic moan to leave your lips.

“This the spot baby?” He asked, voice deep as he focused on hitting that spot over and over again, the pleasure was overwhelming and all you could do was nod, encouraging Chris on.

“Love having you like this love” Chris moaned, looking at your face retort with every single thrust he aimed at you. His cock was reaching places inside you, you never knew existed and hitting spots you never knew could cause so much pleasure. Even after two kids, Chris always brought something new to the bed, completely blowing your mind.

“I’m- im going to cum” you groan, eyes rolling back as your hands go to cling onto the pillow underneath your head, trying to somewhat ground yourself but you were far past that stage by now. Your hips were thrusting upwards, meeting Chris’ and soon you’re both cumming together. Chris growling as the last of his cum paints your walls. It was truly a good night and a well deserved one too.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted by a cough, “you do know it’s rude to stare love?” The raspy morning voice of your husband says and you quickly look away, trying to divert your attention from his sturdy chest and onto the sheets that rested over you instead.

“I wasn’t staring” you state, but of course you knew Chris wasn’t dumb. The man caught you looking at him like he was some five star meal.

“Ok, sure” he chuckles making you giggle and roll your eyes before coming down to place a soft kiss to his plump and still swollen lips. The action making him smile into the kiss. His arms come to pull you closer to him and you huff.

“Morning” he mumbles against your lips, not giving you a chance to respond as he went in for another kiss and then another.

“Chris I think I should go get breakfast ready. The kids will be up any minute now” you say, stopping him from pulling you even closer to him as you turn around to look at the clock, which now stated 10am. You’ve already had a lie in and knew it was time to get ready.

“They won’t be up just yet, show your husband some love now would you?” He groaned, pulling away and then closing his eyes as you got off the bed and opened up the curtains before pulling your robe on.

“Was the love I showed you last night not enough?” You chuckle, going to your walk in closet to pick out an outfit for the day. Your legs were still a bit sore aswell so you really didn’t want to add to that because of your clingy husband.

“Oh it was more than enough, trust me” he says, referring to how you made him cum like 3 times. Something you haven’t done since the twins were born as children did require care like 24/7.

“Then let me go downstairs and get ready for the day” you say, taking the outfit you have picked to Chris so you could get his approval.

He was now sat up against the headboard, sheets only covering his lower half as he looked at you with the biggest smile and cutest twinkle in his eye.

“What do you think?” You ask, holding the top against you.

“I love it. You know that’s my favourite top of yours, look fucking insatiable in it” he growls, sending butterflies to your stomach. Even after knowing him for over a decade, he still had the same effects on you and you honestly hoped and prayed that it’d never fade away.

“Ok thanks, now get out of bed lazy bum. We’ve got a busy day” you smile, disregarding your robe to pull on the clothes that were in your hands.

“But I want cuddles, come back to bed for one second please. Just one second” he groans making you finally give in and get into bed, fully dressed.

“You’re worse than the kids you are” you say, but resting your head against his chest anyways making him bend down and kiss your temple gently as a soft chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Well someone’s gotta set them an example” he jokes making you chuckle and snuggle closer into his side, thankful that you could spend this morning together, even if you didn’t get what you needed to get done.

Barrel's Goddess 2

{Kaz Brekker x reader}

Summary: After Y/n stays for some time, she decides to take a new job. Kaz doesn't want her to leave.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, the plague.

Part 1: https://alcottsangel.tumblr.com/post/650830178156724224/barrels-goddess

@amwitherspoon @kaitlyn2907 @emil7y @thedelusionreaderbitch all asked for a second part, so here it is <3

Kaz offered her a room in the Slat. There was no point in hiding Y/n anymore, since the word already went around that they associated with one another. In the past few weeks, Y/n befriended all the Crows. She was charming, as always. That was her way, looking innocent, pretty, pure. That's how she got the people, how she earned her title. But she meant all the nice words she offered to the Crows.

The Slat was surprisingly homey. It felt good, to have a room to return to. A proper bed, warmth, everything she wasn't used to.

Yet, it also settled her in that place. That did not feel good. It scared her, the thought of being stuck somewhere.

Kaz gave her work, he always would. But it felt so wrong, absolutely against her mindset.

So while the Crows adored the seemingly pure woman, she proofed them that she had earned her title of a Saint. On every single mission, she was completely in control. Kaz trusted here more than any of the others, her word mattered as much as his.

She helped him with paperwork, with planning. The Dregs learned to listen to her within a few days.

As Y/n sat on the floor reading, Kaz sat on his desk scribbling down endless numbers.

"Kaz?" She suddenly asked into the calmness, which caused the bastard of the Barrel to look up to her. "Yes?"

"I found work." She told him, so he raised his brow. Kaz knew what that meant. It wasn't the first time, they had this conversation multiple times throughout the years they've known each other. Each time, it was a painful realisation.

"So you intend to leave." "I do." She nodded in agreement. Kaz looked back to the documents before him, only to look up again.

"Why?" He asked.

Y/n shrugged, closing her book.

"Because that's my way." Kaz scoffed.

"You could stay. Everyone loves you, they would be devastated if you would leave again for an eternity. We took you along on missions, we will continue with that. There is work for you here. There's also a room, food. People that care for you. Why do you always leave?"

She smiled at him. Why the hell did she smile at him? Kaz was mad, he wanted her to take this seriously. But she simply smiled, as softly as always. "Why do you never touch anyone?" She asked the counter question and Kaz remained silent.

"There is nothing that scares me more than settling down. Than stripping myself from the ability to leave whenever I feel like it, to go wherever I want. Kaz, you always forget that I've known you your entire life. That I've been there, that I saw Kaz Rietveld and Jordie Rietveld, that I saw both of them die. That I know why you can't endure to be touched. You were there too, when they hit me. When they abused and used me, without giving me a chance to leave. You were there when the plague killed my family, and when I thanked the Saints for that.

You saw the last time I prayed to someone but myself and you heard me promising myself to never depend on anyone but me. To make my freedom my highest value."

Dirtyhands knew she was right. Every door in the entire Barrel, all of Ketterdam, stood open for the Goddess. She would be a fool to give that chance up only to stay by his side. Still, it pained him. She was the only person he fully lend on, trusted. The only one that always had a role in his life, always would.

His counterpart.

He loved her, and if he could, he would admit it. But he was Kaz Brekker, and Kaz Brekker was an unlovable bastard, damaged, broken.

Kaz knew he should just drop the conversation, but he couldn't.

"Have you never even considered to stay?"

He instead asked, causing her gaze to get lost in the nowhere, considering her answer carefully. She was good at lying, keeping the words flow until the story worked out perfectly. It was her backup out of conversations like this one, but it felt wrong and not fair to simply cut him off with untrue words.

"I have. I had many dreams where I got everything I wanted. Where I saw the world, with enough money in my pockets. But when I wake up I instead see you with me. That's when I think that staying won't harm me. I often considered how beautiful it would be to return to a proper home, only to realise that I do. That you mean home to me."

Not only Kaz expression, also his heart dropped. He could feel the air stuck in his throat, trying hard to swallow the lump inside of it. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to tell her how he returned that feeling. That each time she left, he felt unsteady. How much he needed her by his side to function. But Kaz didn't, and for a brief moment he felt as cowardly as only Kaz Rietveld did.

But Y/n didn't need to hear him say it. One look into his eyes was enough to be certain of all the untold truths. She was for a long time. So was he. They were fully aware of how much they loved each other, but they were both scared of all the things a confession would cause them. Y/n dropped her book to the floor, standing up to walk over to Kaz. He turned in his chair, facing her. Only a few inches separated them. She carefully raised her hand to brush over his face.

Kaz closed his eyes. They did this often. It was a touch he could bear, that didn't scare him. That reminded him that she was there, that she always would be in some way. That he had a home. She held her breath, as Kaz placed his gloved hand over hers, taking it from his cheek to place a soft kiss on her palm.

"I love you, Kaz. So much." She confessed, her voice nothing more than a whisper vanishing in the dark. He swallowed loudly, still holding her hand with his, still having his eyes closed.

"I love you, Y/n. You are the only God I would ever pray to. They only God I believe in, that has ever saved me." Dirtyhands told her, finally opening his eyes to look into hers.

"How often you may leave, every time that you return a home is waiting for you. A room, a bed, friends. I am waiting for you, because without you I'm not complete."

She could feel her eyes tear up. These words took so many years to finally be confessed.

"And I will always return to you. I promise, with all that I have, all that I am, that one day I will be brave enough to stay by your side."

"You always will be by my side."

It was an unspoken 'I promise'.

Because they belonged together, the bastard of the Barrel and the Barrel's Goddess.

The most powerful people in Ketterdam.

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Intrusion - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Penny, Howard Wolowitz

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you do a Sheldon cooper imagine where the reader is like apart of the fbi(or cia smithing cool like that) and he texts her saying it’s an emergency and she thinks the worst so she like busts down the door with her gun up and the group is there just like ‘ what the heck’ and he’s like ‘you came’ and she like ‘yeah you said it was an emergency !?!?’”

Word Count: 594

Author: Hannah

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How about mob! Seb and the kid of the police chief! reader

OKAY but this is a mf-ing concept!!! 

alright so your dad is the chief and you and Mob!Seb are having a secret relationship

your dad doesn’t know anything about it, obviously and it’s kind of thrilling for you to be going out with the town’s notorious bad guy while being a cop’s daughter

maybe that’s what makes your relationship exciting

your dad was a strict man, and you still lived with your parents, plus you had a curfew

so Seb would always park his car near your street, waiting for you to sneak out of the house so he can take his girl for a drive or spend some time together at his place later in the night

he’d wait for you, leaning against his expensive car and his smile getting bigger and bigger when you got closer. 

“There she is, my babygirl! I missed you so much all day, you have no idea!” he’d mumble against your skin as he hugs you tight. 

having to meet in secret and keep your relationship hidden made each moment you spent together much more exciting

he had started getting cocky in bed as well;

“Bet your daddy doesn’t know you call me daddy too, huh?” 

“Look at you, you’re my personal little slut, aren’t you babygirl?” 

“You’re my dirty little secret, aren’t you?”

Or on nights when he just can't help himself, he'd sneak up into your room while your dad was out working late, or fast asleep

And he'd fuck you good in your bed;

Placing his hand on your mouth to keep you quiet while he pounds into you

"shh, don't wanna get caught now, do we babygirl?"

okay but mob!seb would spoil the hell out of his girl

to a point where it became hard for you to hide all the money and the gifts he gave you almost daily. 

designer bags and shoes

endlessly shopping trips

cash

jewelry

a necklace with his last name on it which you had to hide under your shirts all the time

you’d hear your dad and his mates talking about your boyfriend often, and whenever they got a lead on him, you’d text him to let him know so he can watch out for the cops.

“marry me” Seb would tell you often, while in bed

or while driving around the city at night

or while eating junk food in his kitchen late at night

you’d always laugh and tell him, “My dad will kill you.” 

and he’d just chuckle and reply with “Let’s run away then.” 

you’d then tell him that your dad would shoot you if you ever did

“Well, that leaves me no choice but to steal you away from your dad.” he’d say, leaning in to kiss you. 

you’d laugh and tell him he’s crazy. 

“I’ll make you mine one day though baby, don’t you worry.” he’d kiss you again, as though sealing his promise. 

“Hmm sure babe, sure. Drop me home for now, before my dad kills us both.”  

I'm feely so subby and needy for the marauders rn. Not like in a sexual way, but just in a cozy needy way. So I was wondering if you could write a small little thing about how like their girlfriend wakes up in the middle of the night bc she's afraid of the thunder from the storm and she like sneaks into their room to snuggle up with one of them and then they wake up the next morning and they're all like ????when did she get here? and yeah. Sorry its so specific, thank you sm!

Warmth and Safety

A/N: YES, yes this is such a mood. I wrote this as a little baby blurb and it mainly focuses on Sirius for the main concept of the story. So, I hope you enjoy and PLEASE send in more Marauders content. I love writing for this dynamic and am in desperate need of more ideas for it. 

Pairing: Marauders x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 948

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Your half-asleep body shoots up abruptly as you hear the booming crack of thunder shake the timely glass against your windowpane. Clutching the heavy quilt against your chest, you peer out to watch the chunky droplets pour down from the darkened night’s sky. You scan your room to see it still empty to which you assume that your roommates have spent the night with their significant others, yet again. You absolutely dreaded thunderstorms, not necessarily because you were scared of the act itself, it’s just the volume of the storm right above the castle that always made your heart race. Upon hearing another colossal crack from the sky, you find yourself scurrying out of bed in your silk set of pajamas to make your way to your boyfriends’ shared dorm room. 

With nothing but the sounds of the roaring thunder mixed with the faint patter of your bare feet slapping against the cobble-stoned ground filling the emptiness of the common room, you scramble up the steps towards the boy’s dormitories. Upon arriving at your boyfriends’ door, you slowly push it open to reveal the faintest glow of a single lantern creeping out from its place on the nightstand next to James’ bed. Creeping into the room, you jump as the sky unleashes another loud crack against the stone walls of the outside of the castle, making you race to the side of the curly-haired boy’s bed. Seeing the sleeping boy strewn out across the mattress, you give him a gentle shake to urge him to the other side of the bed to make room for you. While it was a good idea in your mind, the realization of the fact that he was the deepest of sleepers in the entire room suddenly dawned on you as the boy made no notion of awakening.

“Leave him be, puppy. Come here,” a sleepy Sirius spits out in a low whisper. 

You dart your attention towards the raven-haired boy with glistening and desperate eyes as he sits up in his bed. He motions you towards him with the swift wave of his hand before lifting his covers up as an invitation into his warm embrace. 

“What’s the matter, hmm?” he half-asleep asks as he turns to wrap his welcoming arms around your small shivering frame. 

“It’s too loud and it’s making my windows shake,” you sputter out as you nuzzle yourself into the protruding safety of his body. Immediately understanding your reference to the chaotic weather, he tenderly runs his hand up and down the length of your spine in an attempt to soothe you. 

“It’s alright, I’ve got you. Go back to sleep,” he slurs as he starts to drift off once more. 

You lay your head against his broad chest as you begin to feel the heaviness of sleep arrive once more while you let yourself go to the rhythm of his evened-out breathing. As you drift off into your deep slumber, you occasionally jerk at the oncoming whips from the sky. However, you’re quickly soothed back to sleep as Sirius’ arms find themselves automatically tightening around you in his sleep. Finally feeling the sense of safety and warmth, you let yourself slip into the sweet solace of gentle slumber. 

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As the morning sun arose, Sirius found you curled up into his chest letting out the faintest of snores from your deepened sleepy state. It was quite a surprise to him as he didn’t entirely remember the events of last night. To be frank, he thought the snippets he did remember to be a dream in itself. That said, the raven-haired boy stared down at you with the gentlest of smiles before using the length of his fingers to stroke some of the strands of hair strewn about your face to behind your ear. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he subtly moved himself to where he sat against the headboard with you still asleep and curled into his side. 

As the boy shuffled about, gently cradling you while doing so, he saw both James and Remus awakening from their own slumbers. As James sat up in bed, he let out an obnoxiously loud yawn while stretching his arms out on either side of him, causing you to gently stir into Sirius’ side. Grabbing one of the extra pillows from the other side of you, Sirius used his free arm to chuck it at James before shushing him causing the boy to let out an even louder sound of displeasement. 

“Would you shut up?” he hissed out as he motioned towards your sleeping figure.

The boy recovers from the gentle blow to his face before picking up the pillow and cocking his arm to lunge it back at the aforementioned boy before being stopped by quite the grouchy Remus sitting up in his own bed. 

“Knock it off,” Remus grumbles, staring at the two before landing on you who’s still asleep in Sirius’ bed. He tilts his head in slight confusion before motioning it towards your smaller frame nearly tucked away under the weighted maroon quilt.

“When did she get here?” James asks quietly as he lets out another tired yawn. 

“She came at like two this morning. The thunder was too loud in her room,” Sirius states letting a hand gently rub up and down the column in the middle of your back. 

They all nod their heads in unison quickly understanding the probable dilemma you faced earlier this morning. Seeing as how it was still quite early on that gloomy Saturday, they continued to let you sleep in for the majority of the morning. You essentially stayed glued to your position in Sirius’ side as you basked peacefully in the warmth and safety of the boy next to you. 

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Felix x reader imagine

Warning: language I guess?

This will be at least 3 parts, it is a slow falling in love story

@nevereverlandboys

You hated how Felix was. 

He always was so full of himself, always mean and horrible with everyone. You stopped counting the numbers of boys who were being heavily injured by him. No one dared to speak to Felix. He spoke with his fists and not his mind. 

You were known as a kind and soft spoken girl, you were considered as a mother by some boys (usually by the littlest ones), always taking care and tending to the boys. That was the price to pay to live in safety and on the island, that's why Pan tolerated you. He knew how much you were valuable for them. 

You appreciated every boy. You understood their histories, their traumas. After all, there was indeed an reason why they were living here. The only one who didn't break his shell was Felix. Each time you tried talking to him, or even tried to take care of his wounds, he would yell at you and push you away. 

One time he even tried to raise an hand on you, and Devin slammed him against the ground before he could do anything. After some times, you realised Felix was just an horrible being. He loved to kill and hurt people. That's all he was doing. 

You sighed as you finished putting the boys clothes on a line between two trees near a small hill, it was getting pretty late but you were certain of making back to the camp safely. You took the wooden basket and turned around only to face a pointy sword. You gasped as you saw the captain Hook, the infamous pirate who often sailed his ship around the island. You didn't understand why Pan let him walking around, he was after all a serious threat. 

You started to get nervous as more pirates showed up. You only encountered Hook and his crew a couple of times, usually when he was making deals with Peter Pan. 

"Hello." You breathed out with a shaking voice as you tried to back away. 

"Always so polite… I wonder why you didn't turn like every boy on this island… dirty and mouth full of bad words." 

"What do you want Hook?" You asked. 

He snickered as he put down his sword. As you backed away to the tree, he leant next to you. It made you incredibly uneasy and you cursed your short height. 

"What I want? I want you to follow me, so I can finally lay a trap for Pan and kill him." 

He was so close and you gagged at what he just said. There was no way you could escape him. Maybe if you gained more times, the boys will start looking for you. 

"What makes you think Pan will come to save me?" 

"Well, you are his precious diamond, a jewel from Neverland. I am pretty sure he would come running after you because you're like… his second in command." 

"I am not Felix." 

"I know you are easier to capture and you won't put a fit when we get you." He replied. 

"Say that again!" A voice yelled from behind the wet laundry. 

You didn't understand what was happening but someone tackled you down and suddenly, you were both rolling across the hill. The rocks and branches were slicing your clothes and skin. 

Then, you stopped at a rocky area and you released a breath. Someone was laying in top of you and you could only see a dirty head full of blond tangled hair laying on your chest. You didn't have time to think after hearing a crack beneath you and you both fell into a small cave with a scream.

Your back was hurting you but after a quick check, you didn't have anything broken. You would just have huge bruises for a few weeks. The person was still laying on you and you pushed him off you when you realised who it was. The boy fell next to you with a groan.

"Felix! What… How? Why did you do that?!" 

"A thank you would have suffice you know?" He stated, sitting against the wall. "If it was not for me, you would be captured by Hook and we will have to come rescue you, which is a waste of time." 

"Why are you so mean?" You hissed. "You are always..  being an ass with everyone except Pan! What, are you in love with him or something?"

He huffed and glared at you from the other side or the cave. It was rather small and there was a huge hole above the both of you. You wondered if there was any way to climb there and go back to camp.  You touched the rocks and realised it was too much slippery for you to climb on. 

"We're trapped here you idiot." 

"I am not an idiot!" You hissed at the blond haired boy.

"Look at that, she has fire after all. I always thought you were a weak girl." 

"Shut up." You growled, understanding there was no way you could leave. 

The boys would notice your absence. They always do. You hoped they would come quickly, you didn't want to spend the night with Felix, all alone. You didn't know what he was thinking and it made you uneasy. You didn't know him well but you knew a lot to know that he was never messing around. 

You could see the bright moon, and the stars were shining brightly. A typical night in Neverland. It was never hot, never cold. It was a mystery, and you were pretty sure it was because of Pan and his magic. Once he got pretty mad when the pirates took some lost boys hostages and it was the first time you saw a storm on the island. It was incredible. 

You felt something hitting you at your leg and you frowned. When you realised it was coming from Felix, who was throwing little rocks at you, you took a bigger one and hit him straight in the face. He howled in pain, clutching his cheek. It was a little bruised but nothing too serious. Last thing you needed was to take care of him. You always hated to care for the blond haired boy when he was injured or sick. 

"You bitch!"

"You asshole." You hissed back, clearly showing your disdain for him. "You started it!" 

"I was bored." 

"See, that's why no one likes you Felix. You always hurt people!" 

He stared at you for a second and you grew worried. It was a mortifying glance, his hard cold eyes were glued on yours. You then instantly regretted saying this to him, knowing well he could kill you just by squeezing your throat. You gulped, awaiting for an aggressive reply but it didn't came. Surprisingly, he mumbled something else.

"That's the only way I know to speak to people." 

At that moment, you didn't see any old teenager but a little boy. You didn't know how to feel or how to act. It was a first one for you, he never showed this vulnerable side of him. As much as you wanted to mock him (because he clearly deserved for all the things he did to you and the boys), you didn't. Instead, you looked at him sadly, hoping to learn more. 

"I don't want you to pity me like you do with the other boys." 

"I never do that. You're free to speak or not. You may be an ass but I am sure there is something under this thick shell of yours." You said, offering the tall boy a smile.

He huffed and jerked his head to the side, ignoring you and your weak attempts to let him open to you. You heard him mumbling to himself, you were pretty sure it was something about you. You sighed and decided to close your eyes. All those troubles made you pretty sleepy and you slowly fell into a deep slumber.

You woke up with a start, feeling something next on you. You turned your head and realised it was Felix. You wondered why he was there. He was close enough for you to hear him breathing and you knew he wasn't sleeping. Then you realised that's the heavy thing on you was just his cloak and you were… a little surprised by that. Still it was a step in your direction so you decided to not say something about it. You raises your head and realised you were still both trapped in the hole. Why those boys are taking that long to get you both out of here?

"Go back to sleep." He told you.

"The boys aren't still there?" You asked softly, knowing already the answer.

"Apparently not or else you would be sleeping in your bed." 

It was weird and you hoped they will find you two quickly. You resisted the urge to cuddle next to Felix and turned to not face him. It would have been pretty embarrassing if you had started doing that. You knew some boys enjoyed it but not cold hard Felix. 

"Can I ask you a question?" 

"Hm. Yeah. Of course. But quick, I really want to sleep." You replied with a yawn.

"What… Ugh, I am so bad at this." He groaned. "I just wondered why you hated me so much." 

"I strongly dislike you." You corrected him. "Because you're always so mean, and hard with everyone. You are always after someone, beating them up physically or morally. I don't know why Pan favourites you. To be honest, you are a pretty shitty person. You're an ass." 

You heard him shift and you resisted again to turn and cuddle the poor boy. You hated doing that but somehow you felt good to reveal to him what was your opinion on him. 

"But… I can't blame you. I mean… You must have a pretty good reason to be like that. Pan did take you on Neverland, and I don't think it was because you were strong" You stopped talking, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. "I… I hear you sometimes when you're asleep."

"What do you mean?" 

"Once you were screaming. You don't probably remember it but it woke me up. It woke all of us. Pan made the boys swore to not tell what happened. Felix, for God's sake, you were sobbing and I didn't know what to do. You looked so unstable, you tried to kill me!" 

Felix stayed silent for a moment and you wishes to not have bring up that. 

"I was dreaming about my past." He whispered. "That's why I don't like sleeping."

You didn't know what to say next and you thought he was going to say more. He didn't tho and you had to admit you were a little disappointed by that. You didn't pressure him to speak more and decided to sleep again. 

The next morning, the cloak was ripped out of your body and you gasped. Your hair was a mess but it was not the matter right now. Felix was looking down at you, having that mean glaze in his eyes. You frowned not understanding what was going on. You heard all kind of voices and wondered what was happening.

"The boys are here." The second in command said simply, climbing up a rope.

You quickly followed behind and when you touched the ground above, the boys welcomed you back with a giant hug. You laughed at their antics but still was focused on Felix and his next moves: he regained his actual composure and urged everyone to go back to camp.

You hoped that what happened that last night will make him think of his behaviour with the others. He couldn't just keep everything to himself, but you knew he wouldn't start to share what was on his mind with the others and you. He had too much pride. 

That night, you didn't expect him to enter your tent. You were just about to go to sleep, starting to brush your hair, freeing it from any tangles. You were facing the entrance but immediately recognized him. You stood up from your seat and asking him what did he wanted. 

"I just…" He mumbled, not looking at you. "Thank you." 

"For what?" You asked, a little confused.

"I don't know, I just felt the need to tell you this." 

You smiled genuinely at him, approached and stood on your tiptoes. You kissed his cheek, near his scar and you instantly felt his skin heating up. You giggled as his face went red and he pulled his hood, trying to hide himself.

He was speechless, not able to form a single sentence. He was stuttering so much words at one it was hard to understand him. It was honestly cute. 

"I…" He started. "I have to go on my patrol." He quickly said.

"Have a good night Felix." You replied, staring at him. "Don't get yourself killed." 

He darted out of your tent and you swirled around before falling on your bed with a giggle. You didn't know why, but… something was changing in you. You smiled to yourself like an idiot before slipping under your covers and falling fast asleep.