#// he chooses to ignore the toast part.................

[elgrandebonemeal]

made a whole new sideblog just because i dont think people draw this guy fucked up enough

versions without text and also with/without glasses n fuzzy glitches whoop

[pantachorei]

@ancicntforged :

"Doc, what exactly is Imaginary energy? Can I use it to make toast?"

❛    to   simplify   an   immensely   complex   topic   that   still   suffers   a   startling   lack   of   understanding   across   the   cosmos,   so   that   even   you   may   grasp it;   imaginary   energy   may   be   interpreted   as   the   fuel   of   creation,   opposing   the   destructive   quantum   energy.   ❜

[ham1lton]

summer came like cinnamon (so sweet)

pairing(s): logan sargeant x reader. oscar piastri x reader.

warnings: mentions of mental health, dieting, fractured friendships and constant mention of jim’s ice cream parlour. also different povs, it goes through the minds of all three of the main characters.

summary: after their rookie season, in a bid to repair their friendship, the two drivers decide to take their new paycheques and go explore the sun, sea and sands of greece. what they didn’t anticipate was to bump into you.

wordcount: 5.6k

author’s note: this is my first semi-interactive fic, please give it some love <3 any major issues in travelling and stuff like in terms of logistics? please ignore. also let me know who you’re planning on choosing. team oscar or team logan?

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— part one of the summer lovin’ series. —

[ i ain’t a kid no more / we’ll never be those kids again ]

logan didn’t know why he was so overwhelmed with anxiety, when he knocked on oscar’s door on that rainy thursday night.

this was his oscar, the oscar that had practically grown up with him. the one who knew how he liked his toast and that he was fond of a burger with all the extras. that he had a scar on his left ankle from when he was a kid and wrestled with his brother after watching too much wwe.

ever since he had signed to williams and oscar had been a mclaren driver, they had hardly talked in comparison to their pre-formula one days. when he had crashed out during a race, he half expected oscar to text him or come knocking on his hotel door.

he didn’t. logan pretended he wasn’t surprised.

fuck it. bite the bullet. he lifted his hand high and knocked on the door. three quick taps in succession.

“one moment!” oscar called from inside. logan would wait, even if that old lady from room 135 kept looking at him like he was an intruder. maybe he was. he hadn’t been in oscar’s room for a while.

oscar opened the door with messy hair and a shirt that had been clearly shoved on before he opened the door.

“logan? hi.” oscar swallowed. the awkwardness in the space between the two of them felt heavy. “you okay mate?”

“yeah! yeah.” logan fake laughed, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. “just wanted to come see you.”

“i’m here.” oscar grinned, with no teeth, at his own joke. “wanna come in?”

“sure. kinda awkward talking in the hallway anyways. that old lady is about five minutes from calling the cops on me.”

“oh that’s just brenda.” oscar said after leaning out and getting a glance at the woman, who waved at him. he waved back. “she’s harmless.”

logan followed oscar into his room. it was bigger than his and he didn’t know if feeling jealous was appropriate. he had felt many emotions when it came to oscar; happy, sad, angry, and others. he didn’t want jealousy to join the list.

“sorry, my room is a mess. i wasn’t expecting company.” oscar laughed with no heart behind it as he sat down on his unmade bed. “take a seat logan, you’re giving me anxiety just standing around.”

logan immediately sits down on the desk chair.

“so, what are your plans for the summer?”

“mine?” oscar thinks to himself. “probably just to go see my family and my friends back home.”

“i was thinking maybe we could, i don’t know.” logan bites his lip anxiously. “do something together?”

“like what?” oscar is curious now, his eyes focused.

“maybe go on that european holiday we always talked about? we have the money now and no parents to tell us no like last time.” logan speaks in a rush. “but obviously if you say no, dude that’s totally fine.”

logan looks at oscar, who’s actually considering it? he thinks to himself for a moment before turning to logan.

“how many days?”

“as long as you’d like.”

“where would we go?”

“anywhere you’d want.”

“make a decision, logan. i’ll say yes or no.”

“we always wanted to go to greece? how about there? maybe for three weeks?”

“we should go for a month. we can travel.”

wait. so that means? oscar’s face is still impassive. he doesn’t say yes or no, but he is still considering it. that’s a positive.

“that’s fine. i’m flexible.”

“i’ll plan it.” oscar nods.

“so is that a yes?”

“obviously.” oscar finally smiles, open and dazzling. logan grins too, allowing himself to bask in the approval. he was almost 67% sure that oscar would say no. he’d already done the maths, but it wasn’t his strongest subject anyways.

“i’ll text you the details.” oscar nods and logan gets up, running a hand through his hair. giddy with happiness that he’ll finally win his best friend back. this’ll be the trip that heals them. that heals him.

-❀-

oscar gets stressed when he’s not in charge. everything has to go through him. the plans, the schedule and especially the driving. he’s never liked being in the passenger seat. his hands get fidgety and he doesn’t know how to calm them down.

he’s lucky that logan is all too happy to sit in it, his eyes focused on making the perfect road trip playlist. for some reason, they’d decided to drive from london all the way down to munich.

they’d already driven down from london and through the eurotunnel and took a break sightseeing in france - which oscar had already scheduled for. they ate their weight in croissants. they ate steak and frites. logan had bought them matching ‘i ♥︎ paris’ t-shirts and oscar rolled his eyes but packed it neatly in his suitcase anyways.

they hadn’t talked about anything other than surface level topics. logan talking about his favourite sports teams, them both discussing the grid and plans for the upcoming season and the usual small talk about their family’s wellbeings.

they didn’t talk about how they ignored each other unless a camera necessitated a conversation. they didn’t talk about logan’s bad season. they stayed up till stupid hours watching badly dubbed french movies and ordering takeout.

they drove to germany, dropped off their rental car and then got a plane from munich to athens. it wasn’t very long at all but logan still curled up against the window and tried to sleep. they were both connected to the spotify account on logan’s phone - logan using his headphones and oscar with his airpods. their road trip playlist still playing.

oscar didn’t know why he didn’t take them out, even when the playlist inevitably repeated itself.

-❀-

they’d been in athens all of two days when they met you. logan had gone an insanely bright red when he’d forgotten his sunscreen had ran out. oscar laughed at first but then ran to the nearest pharmacy to grab emergency sunscreen and aloe vera for the both of them.

after slathering themselves, they’d decided to seek refuge in a small ice cream store. despite the hot weather, the store was almost completely empty besides the two of them and you. you were fiddling with your phone in the corner as you attempted to hook it up to the speakers.

“fuck’s sake!” you shout quietly, frustratingly trying to make it work. “i can’t do this shift without any music. my thoughts’ll drive me insane.”

“um?” oscar breaks the awkward silence. you jump and turn around. the first thing that they both notice is that you’re pretty. really pretty. even in the unflattering oversized neon green work t-shirt.

“sorry! sorry! i apologise. i didn’t think anyone was in the shop. please forgive me.” you look flustered as you move to quickly wash your hands and dry them. “what would you both like today?”

to be honest, logan hadn’t been thinking about the ice cream. oscar didn’t need to think, he was going to get his usual order.

“can i get two scoops of mint chocolate chip?”

“oh that’s disgusting. i forgot that you eat that.” logan shakes his head in shock.

“it’s good. you’re just a hater.” oscar rolls his eyes. “stick to your boring vanilla.”

“it’s a classic!” logan turns to you and asks for two scoops of vanilla and one scoop of mango. you smile and begin to start their orders.

“you guys aren’t from around here, are you?” you ask.

“nah. the accents give it away?” logan laughs as he slings an arm around oscar’s shoulder. oscar rolls his eyes again but makes no move to push him away.

“yeah. a little bit.” you pinch your fingers together as you say it. “i’m not really from here either.”

“no?” oscar replies this time, curious.

“international student. this was one of the few places that’d hire me with my insane schedule. i’m lucky i have the next month off, thankfully.”

“aren’t you going back home?”

“i could if i wasn’t scheduled to work here practically every day for the next month.” you finish logan’s order and move on to oscar’s. you shrug. “and i need the money. the job could be worse really, i just wish the speaker fucking worked and the air conditioning. luckily i stand close to the ice cream.”

“what do you study?”

“archaeology.”

“best place for that is probably here.”

“yes. i don’t know why but ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to come to greece and study here. this is the less glamorous side of it but i’m here doing what i love.”

“that’s all that matters right?” logan chimes in. you nod as you scan their orders into your till.

“that’ll be €7.62.” you say. “cash or card?”

“cash.” oscar says as he pulls out his wallet. he’s infinitely glad he’d prepared and went to the cash exchange in london before he’d left. logan doesn’t even bother to offer, he picks up his ice cream and starts to eat it.

oscar hands you the cash as logan moves to a booth right by the open door to take advantage of the breeze. you count back the change and place it right in his hand. his heart doubles a beat as your hands touch for a moment but the moment is broken as your phone suddenly decides that now is the time to work.

the speakers start blaring natasha bedingfield’s ‘pocketful of sunshine’. you curse, close the till with your hip and turn to fiddle with the playlist.

oscar thinks he’s a little in love.

-❀-

logan knows that oscar likes you, which is a problem because he likes you too.

this road trip was supposed to be about finding themselves, not finding you. yet, when they find themselves back in your ice cream store the next few days, it’s no coincidence.

“you’re back again! the american and australian.” on day four, you’re not alone this time. you have a colleague, a girl who’s slightly older than you. she smirks at the two of them like she knows a secret they don’t know. “i’m not the only international one here!”

the speakers seem to work normally today, playing elton john as you hum along with it. your colleague decides that it’s time to take her lunch break, slipping off her apron and leaving the three of you to it.

“same thing as every day? or are we changing it up?”

“what do you recommend?” logan asks earnestly. he’s not losing oscar to you, maybe if he charms you enough, you’ll pick him. he doubts you will.

“everything is good here but if you really want my opinion? the chocolate fudge is a real crowd pleaser.”

“i’ll take two scoops of that and oscar’ll just have mint chocolate.” logan pulls out his wallet, opens it to find a mix of euros in there. he takes a moment to pick at the right change when you shake your head at him.

“no, it’s fine. it’s on the house today. i’m in a good mood.”

“why?”

“a lot of reasons. you know what? i forgot that i didn’t even introduce myself. i’m y/n.”

“we know.” oscar is amused.

“how? are you psychic? i used to know a psychic once and i also watched that’s so raven. great show.”

“your name badge.” logan nods at your shirt as he eats a spoonful of ice cream. you were right, it’s amazing. not too sickly but just the right amount of chocolate.

“oh.” you bite your lip in embarrassment as oscar takes his ice cream.

“i’m oscar and the american is logan.” logan smiles and waves his free hand at you. “is the shop always this empty?”

“no. it’s really busy after school and at peak times. you just always come quite early. lucky. it’s hell in here when it’s busy.” you seem relieved for the topic change. “you both here on holiday?”

“yeah. a break from our jobs.”

“lucky. my best friend is back home and i wish she was with me. she’s planning on coming up at some point thankfully. i hate being here without all my friends.”

“i can be your friend.” logan says. then he immediately regrets it. what if you think that he’s a weirdo? but when your face lights up, he realises that regret was a fleeting feeling.

“i’d love that. let me take your number. one of the guys from my class is hosting a beach party tonight if you both wanna come.”

logan looks at oscar who shrugs as if to say ‘i don’t mind if you don’t’. logan turns back to you, who is the middle of unlocking your phone and grins.

“we’ll be there.”

he types his number in your phone and sends a message to himself to save yours.

“i’ll text you the details.”

the speaker interrupts the moment that you have as it starts to malfunction. you curse again and throw your hands up in annoyance.

“stupid fucking speaker! so stupid!”

-❀-

the party is already well underway, when oscar and logan arrive. logan didn’t bother with buttoning up his shirt. he wasn’t necessarily the most confident man in the world but he was comfortable with his nakedness in a way that oscar didn’t think he’d ever be. oscar was in a undershirt with a loose overshirt.

you finally make your way over to them, panting slightly. you’re wearing a plain white bikini with an open oversized orange and yellow patterned hawaiian shirt. your hair is free from the bun they’ve seen you in work with. you smile, easy and happy.

“my two favourite customers!” you sling an arm around the two of them, hugging them so close that they can smell your perfume. “come on, let me introduce you to the five other people i know.”

you lead them down to the bonfire, where three girls and two other guys are crowded around. they cheer when you arrive with the two of them.

“guys, this is oscar and logan.” they wave politely. “oscar and logan, this is anya, jerome, alex, sienna and jaya.”

the group all cheer and welcome the two guys. it’s clear that everyone is already buzzed. oscar has never really been a big drinker so he declines a beer when offered. logan shotguns it, the residue dripping down his face. you laugh and attempt to wipe it off his face. logan goes lax in your touch and oscar can’t watch anymore.

the speaker that someone played is playing shakira as the two of you giggle in your own little world. oscar turns to jerome? or was it alex? and starts a conversation. talking about some footy game that they were watching earlier. oscar is about as into football as the next guy, but he really needs to focus on something else besides the two of you.

oscar knew that logan had always harboured some sort of inferiority complex when it came to the two of them, but logan had something that oscar doesn’t think he’d ever have - being genuinely likeable.

oscar knew he’d have to win because no one would support him as a loser. logan is just likeable regardless of what position he’s in - an underdog if he loses and a force of nature when he wins.

likeable gets the girl.

-❀-

you decide to walk the two of them to the end of the beach. the night is inky black and the only light is the remnants of the bonfire you’d lit earlier. logan is buzzed, oscar is distant and you’re still vibrating from the fact that logan made the two of you run into the cold water with him in the middle of the night.

“tonight was fun! i’m glad you were both able to make it!” you lean in and hug them both goodbye. logan swears you’d lingered a little longer while hugging him. “i’ll see you both at jim’s ice cream?”

“what is that?” logan asks bluntly. oscar elbows him lightly, not hard enough to cause damage but just enough to wind him slightly.

“the ice cream parlour she works at dumbass.” he turns to you. “we’ll see you there”

“well, i do work there. so yeah.” you laugh. all twinkly and bright. then you’re waving and jogging back to your friends. oscar watches logan look at you and sighs.

“come on man, let’s get you back.”

-❀-

logan wakes up with a hangover the next morning. oscar is a good friend and runs to the continental free breakfast and sneaks him out some waffles, croissants and eggs. he walks to the pharmacy again, paying for some ibuprofen (at least he hopes that’s what it is) with his cash and runs to the corner store to grab some extra snacks.

logan’s eyes are wide with both joy and disbelief. joy that something is there for his splitting headache and disbelief that oscar would do that for him. oscar feels a little ball of guilt unravelling inside. how bad had he let their friendship become?

they spend the day inside for the most part. watching television together. then they go outside to the pool, logan immediately jumps in but oscar sits on the side. he pulls out his phone and scrolls through the texts that he’s been ignoring. the ones from some friends, his mum, and you?

it’s not a coincidence right? that you spent the whole evening with logan and text him the next day?

he holds the phone close to his chest. he doesn’t want logan seeing this. he doesn’t know why that is. he quickly texts you back. then logan shouts.

“hey oscar! come in! the water is gorgeous.”

oscar grins and slips into the water, keeping his shirt on.

-❀-

the two of them end up at the steak restaurant together that night. they’re both dressed as nicely as possible. oscar in a nice sweater and logan in a dress shirt. the maître d’ smiled knowingly at the two of them and led them to their table.

“he thinks we’re together.” oscar whispers to logan.

“are we not?”

“we are in the literal sense. i meant in the romantic, relationship sort of sense.” logan laughs and bats his eyelashes all coy.

“oh no! oscar are you breaking up with me?”

“obviously. i’m leaving you for my secretary.” oscar’s deadpan voice just makes logan laugh harder.

“i knew it, that skank! i’ll get him fired.” oscar laughs too, breaking out into an easy smile that comes easily when logan’s around.

the sounds of the restaurant move around the two of them as they peruse the menu for a long time. it’s been a while with no conversation when oscar bites the bullet and brings it up.

“hey.” logan looks up. “i’m sorry.”

“for the secretary? don’t be. i’m running away with the pool boy.” oscar shakes his head, smiling.

“no.” oscar says. “for what happened. letting our friendship fall to the sidelines. i didn’t mean it but it didn’t excuse it. i really do like being your friend logan. i wouldn’t jeopardise that.”

logan is silent. oscar wonders if he’s crossed some unspoken line. he bites the inside of his cheek and looks at the wall of the restaurant’s decor. it’s all dark in here. would it kill them to buy some light bulbs? he understands its for ‘ambiance’ and that shit but he’s worried that he won’t be able to find his steak in the darkness.

“i was gonna say i was sorry. i thought it was my fault. that you didn’t want to be friends with,” he cuts himself off, laughing awkwardly. “a loser.”

“no. that wasn’t it. you’re not a loser, not to me.”

“i am. that’s a fact. it’s okay. you’re very nice for that but, it’s just not true.” logan swallows thickly. “now, should i get potatoes or fries as my sides?”

oscar doesn’t comment on logan’s facial expression, that he looks like he’s holding it together by a thread. he knew emotional vulnerability took a lot out of him but it was harder on the person who admitted failure.

“potatoes.” logan grins and nods before calling over the waiter.

-❀-

the next time you saw the two guys was two days after the bonfire party. they came in laughing at a joke that had happened way before they had even walked in. you find yourself standing up as soon as they enter.

“hi! y/n!” logan’s smile is always wide and happy to see you. oscar’s smile is muted but it’s still sweet. “what would you recommend for me? i liked the chocolate fudge.”

“hmm,” you think, running your hand along the counter. “we have a new flavour, chocolate covered raspberry? it’s quite popular. i think you’d like it.”

“i trust your judgement, ice cream girl.”

you crack a smile at the nickname, the smile so big that it momentarily hurts your face for a moment. you turn to oscar.

“and what about you?”

“same as usual, two scoops of vanilla.”

you nod, getting to work on the ice creams. you even offer to pay for them but they argue, threatening to shove it all in the tip jar anyway. oscar pays and when your back is turned, logan shoves twice the amount into the tip jar.

“wanna sit with us in the booth today y/n?” logan asks, taking a spoonful of his ice cream. “it’s not like anyones here.”

oscar looks up at you with his wide eyes, not really eating his ice cream. he just swirls it, until it turns into a sort of thick soup. you shrug and slide into the booth across from the two of them. you don’t have anything else to do and if a customer does decide to walk in? well, you’ll just slide back behind the counter.

“so, what’s your plan for the future?” logan grins. “and i know it’s the worst possible question to ask any young person but i’m curious. what’s the goal? is there one? it’s okay if there isn’t.”

“dream is to become an archeologist and backup plan? i don’t know. work in an office or something? maybe teaching. i haven’t thought that far ahead just yet.” you bite your lip and look out the window for a second. the day is hot, and you’re stuck inside. “what about you two? what do you do?”

“we uh, we drive.” logan looks at oscar.

“oh like uber? cool.”

“yeah, isn’t it?” oscar smiles at you.

“i still haven’t gotten my licence just yet. taxis aren’t too expensive and public transport is decent. also everywhere i need to be is pretty much walkable.” you smile at them. “have you visited all the touristy places yet?”

“not everywhere but we’re here for a while. we’re going to travel to santorini, mykonos and corfu. i’ve already planned them out.” oscar swallows his bite of ice cream. “scheduled to the exact moment we get there and get back.”

“an exotic european vacation.” you grin, waggling your eyebrows. logan laughs despite the joke not being very funny. “i’m jealous.”

“you could come with us.” oscar blurts out, his cheeks pinkening. “you’re probably busy though right? don’t worry about it. it’s weird.”

“no, no. it’s not. it’s very sweet and tempting.” you look outside the window again. “i’m not free for the whole time, but, definitely i could join you for a week? jim won’t care.”

“jim’s a real person?” logan asks, eyes wide. you laugh.

“yeah! he’s british actually. came over here when he retired and bought this place. he was one of the few people that’d hire me. my mum’s british.” you nod. “it’s a pretty decent job. if you ignore these hideous uniforms.”

you pull on the neon jim’s ice cream parlour shirt, face crumpling in disgust.

“you look good.” logan says, shyly, as he tongues the last of his ice cream. “this is good too. the ice cream. i knew i trusted you for a reason.”

-❀-

santorini is exactly like the instagram photos. well, despite being slightly too hot, a little less vibrant and he’s here with you and logan. logan has kept his shirt on this time, a loose linen blue one with a pair of shorts and flip flops. you’re dressed in a white skirt, a cropped tank top with a massive handbag.

oscar wants to do something crazy, like reach out and hold your hand or put his arm around your shoulders. he doesn’t because he’s not insane but he thinks about it for a solid moment. thinks about the way you’d curl into him or the way your shampoo would smell. he shakes his head.

“you don’t like it?” the two of you turn to look at him. fantastic. now he looks weird. his eyes widen.

“no, no! i love it. it’s lovely.” he reaches into his pocket, shaking hands grabbing his phone as he takes a picture. “i was thinking about the best angle to take this picture for my mum.”

“i’ll take a photo of you against the backdrop? maybe the both of you. your mum might like that. logan said you two were childhood best friends right?”

oscar nods. at least you bought his story. he stands against the barrier and smiles, awkwardly. he’s sure that all the other tourists are looking at him and thinking ‘what a weirdo, his crush on her is so obvious. she wants his best friend clearly, why even try?’

after a moment, logan stands next to him. logan dissipates the awkwardness with a wave of his hand and the two of them fall into an easy grin. when logan leans in and tells a joke, oscar finds himself laughing loudly with the click of your camera as background noise.

he sends it to his mother later on, when he’s in his hotel room with logan snoring in the room across from him. she texts him back quickly.

-❀-

— from mum.

well, it looks like you’re having fun honey!

— to mum.

yeah, i am.

-❀-

it doesn’t even feel like a lie when he messages her back in the cooling heat.

-❀-

it’s three days into the trip and two weeks into knowing the guys that you realise that you have a crush. it’s only a small inkling but you know it’s serious because no matter how much you try to dissuade it, it keeps popping up.

when you’re eating, when you’re brushing your teeth and even when you’re picking your outfit with him in mind. does he like blue? is he more of a yellow guy? or is it pink that’ll catch his eye?

the three of you head to a restaurant that night. it’s a seafood place, the three of you laughing and joking about something you’d seen earlier. they look good. smell good too. they even argue over who’s going to pay for the meal and look at you like you’ve got three heads when you offer to pay.

“it’s fine y/n, you’re a student.” oscar says, smiling as logan gives up. he pays quickly, all cash with no fuss. “we can get it.”

“ubering must make you a lot of money.”

“yeah. something like that.” he smiles again. this time with no teeth as he gets the receipt.

-❀-

logan goes to bed early that night, citing something about his family being desperate to check up on him. it leaves just the two of you outside in the corfu evening air.

“want to go for a walk?” you ask, looking at him earnestly.

“yeah. sure.” he’s trying not to be too eager. not to scare you off. the two of you start walking down the street.

“i always like to go for a slow walk after a big dinner. i feel like it probably helps with digestion.” you speak quietly, as if not to disturb the silence of the street. he likes your voice and is willing to listen at any volume you decide.

“i think it does. i try not to eat too much.” oscar responds, shoving a jittery hand in his pocket. “i can’t gain any weight for my job.”

“yeah, logan said. that’s weird. what kind of uber driver has a weight limit?” he shrugs and smiles. “do you miss australia?”

“sometimes. i’m used to travelling though. i’ve done it for so long.” he looks at you. “what about you? do you miss your home?”

“eh, i wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. i wanted to remake myself. i was gonna do it all y’know? a name change and everything.” you look up at the stars for a moment. “i didn’t go through with it. even if i changed my name, i’d still be y/n really. inside.”

“i get that. i think.” oscar looks at the gorgeous landscape in front of him. he ignores all the people milling around the two of you. to him it’s just you, him and the view. “so, y/n-“

your phone interrupts him. a loud, obnoxious ringing noise. you mouth an apology at him when you look at the caller id.

“sorry, it’s my best friend. she wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t important. she’s more of a texter anyways. do you mind?” you point at your phone. he shakes his head with a smile. you disappear to take your call and he finds a bench to sit on. he leans back, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

what was he thinking? asking you out? thank god the world or fate or god or whoever is in charge, stopped him before he made the biggest mistake of his life. you liked logan and he didn’t blame you. he really, truly didn’t.

when you come back, you ask him what he was going to ask. he shrugs. it wasn’t important anyways, he says. he asks what happened with your friend and listens you chatter all the way back about your friend’s current work drama.

-❀-

the next morning, logan and you head down to breakfast together. it’s a continental breakfast that the hotel offer. it’s good, with a wide spread of toast, pancakes, omelettes, cereal, fruit and sausages. you load up your plate, happy to get food for free even though technically you paid for it.

logan’s plate is smaller. you think about what they said earlier about weight limits and feel a pang of sympathy. i mean, your job was not very well paid but at least it gave you freedom in your spare time to do and eat whatever you want.

“is oscar not coming?” you ask, forking a fluffy piece of omelette and hash browns in your mouth. it’s gorgeous and you’re hungry.

“nah. he’s not feeling too good. i’ll bring him some breakfast in a bit.” logan methodically goes through his breakfast. slow, small bites and chews it for as long as possible. “wanna go for a swim later? it’s hot as hell outside. i feel my skin melting off.”

“you are going a little red.” you tease. he smiles again, shyly. his face does go red when you lean forward and press your cold cup against his cheek. “a little better?”

“it’d be better if you’d go swimming with me.” he smiles.

“of course i will. can’t leave you by yourself. who knows what’ll happen.” he laughs this time. “now wanna try some of this omelette?”

he sits politely as you lean over and feed him a forkful of the spinach and cheese omelette. for a moment, the two of you look into each other's eyes as you feed him. he turns away as soon as it’s okay and chews the bite.

“good?”

“yeah. yeah. it’s good.” he smiles at you. “let me just get some more water for us, be back in a moment.”

“is it getting too hot for you?” you tease.

“a little.” he sheepishly grins again. “let me cool down.”

-❀-

it’s your last day with the two of the guys before they drop you back off at the bus stop to go back to athens. your heart is still pinching at the thought of leaving, but you decide your last day can’t be in vain. they’ll be going home soon so it’ll be the best time to admit what you already knew. what you had known for the whole time.

you’d been on the phone with your best friend who had helped you to write a pros and cons list.

— pros - you could be a girlfriend to a great guy. you would be happy. you would have a rich boyfriend (your bff added that). you could touch them in any way they’d let you. you could sleep together. you could also sleep together (bff again). you would have a great time. you would have fun. would it improve your life? potentially.

— cons - they could say no and you’d have to jump off a cliff. they could be dating each other and you’d be embarrassed that you didn’t figure it out. they could laugh at you. they could be disgusted. they could be nice about it and gently let you down. they’re not even from anywhere close to greece. it’d be a long distance relationship. could you even deal with that?

you shake your head and lift your hand up to his bedroom door. the wood is cold under your knuckles. the world still moves around you, tourists laughing in their rooms and people walking around. their voices murmuring.

as your hand hovered there, you thought for a moment. about how this could change everything. was it too soon? too risky? then you remembered, it’s now or never.

take the plunge and with that, you knock.

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Ghosts

[Waiting For A Lifetime IV] Part 1 2 3 4 ?

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader + Aemond Targaryen x Reader + others (;

Summary: Ghosts will ride on to haunt you. Ghosts will come from your past, carrying a holy axe. Ghosts will taunt you you. Ghosts will come from your your memories, intent on burning the bridges at last.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, Modern AU, smut (biting, hair pulling, but its honestly its vanilla, crying [they get pretty emotional], vaginal penetration, cream pie, cock warming), surface level knowledge on asoiaf lore, internet translated high valyrian, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

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"What are you doing?"

I look out the balcony. A wind blows across my body. My frilly lingerie flows in the wind.

"Come back inside, it's cold."

I lean on the fence. I look down at the view of Dorne as far as the eye could see. I release a breath.

I hear my name get spoken. It was no alias. No made up identity. It was my name. He calls out my name.

"I'm not cold," I mutter, mostly to myself.

A hand comes around my waist. I sigh as I am pulled in against a warm body. He hisses and presses his lips on my head, "you're ice cold, baby."

I shake my head, refusing to lean against him, "the sun hasn't shone yet. What do you expect the whether to be at this time?

He pushes my hair back and leans in to kiss my neck. His stubble scratches my skin. His deep voice utters, "I'll make you tea and breakfast..." both hands come to my stomach as he pulls me closer, "then toast, or waffles, or pancakes, or bac-"

He flinches and tightens his hold on me when there is a loud crash from the street below. He pulls away from me to check what happen. I don't look, instead I go inside.

"Fucking car crash," he calls out as I walk over to his bedroom, the bedroom that I had been staying in for far too long.

When I get there, I begin to pack my things and dress up. I catch my face in the mirror as I put on my pants. I freeze because of it. I trace the scars on my chest, from a dagger, I look at the marks at the curve of my jaw, from a sword, then I look at my hands, calloused centuries of memories. I feel hollow... hollower. I am reminded of my loneliness. I was devoid of purpose.

I look over my shoulder when I hear him call my name again. I hastily put the rest of my clothes on.

My purpose was not with him.

I shove clothes in my bag and zip it close.

He could not give me purpose.

I exit the bedroom before he can enter, and I head for the door. He catches my arm and stops me before I can walk any father. He says my name. I ignore him. He tugs my arm desperately, just how he repeats my name. I look at him, stoic, "I have to go."

His thick brows furrow. His jaw clenches. He shakes his head. He tightens his grip on my arm and steps forward, "I'm going to make you your fav-"

"I can't do this anymore, Bobby," I mutter sharply under my breath.

He freezes. I pull my arm away from him. I clutch my bag and face him fully, "our time is up."

He shakes his head. He places his hands on his hips. He calms his breathing. He speaks lowly, "stay for breakfast."

I press my lips into a soft smile, "you have been nothing but-"

"No."

"-kind, and sweet, and caring-"

"No. Please. No!"

"-and you are reason why I have gotten the closest I have to feeling love like this after such a long time-"

Bobby mutters my name and walks over to me. He clutches my bag and urges me toward him, "and I can show you more. Please, please just-"

I press my fingers on his lips. I shake my head and look at his glassy eyes. I brush back the short dark hairs by his forehead as I continue to disagree, "you deserve better than this."

"No I-"

"You deserve someone who's going to love you back."

"I don't want someone to love me back!" He grabs my shoulders, "I just want you."

I mutter his name but he does not hear it as he talks over me with a million offers, a million solutions, a million things he could and would do, so long as he could keep me.

I release my bag and clutch his shirt. I clench my jaw as tears leave my eyes at the sight of the ones streaming down his face. I release a sigh and lean into him. I silence him by claiming his mouth with my own. It is sad, it is desperate, it is salted with tears.

He pulls me against his chest. He does it with much vigor, intent on trapping me against his chest. He rubs my back and chases my mouth like it was his lifeline. He pushes me back. I let him push me back. He seals me against the wall and his arms, but then he dig his fingers into my waist band.

"Bobby-" I catch his wrists.

"Please," he mutters, kissing me again, "I'm good at his. I'm good at this... can make you feel good. Please."

I push him away before he can undo the button.

He whimpers. His voice cracks, "please- please, I can make you love me."

I shake my head. I ghost my fingertips on his temple, "not in this lifetime," I touch my lips on his cheek for the final time, "goodbye, Bobby."

I snap to my side, reeling out of my thoughts when I hear someone cough. I am back in reality, evidence was the sight of King Viserys' raised brows. I shrug and turn back to the artifact hung on the wall, "Dornish art to me is..." I brush away the memory that flooded my brain as I offered a smile to the man beside me, "heart ache and heat."

Viserys chuckles as he glances at the display, "that doesn't sound very enthusiastic. Are you not a fan of the Dornes?"

I release a breath, "I speak this with nothing but honesty," I raise my hands, "but I am biased to the aesthetics of the Targaryen dynasty."

The king laughs, "spoken like a true poet."

I press my lips into a soft smile, "well, I am a lover of many arts, my king." I motion to the exit of the exhibit, "perhaps, I think, you would enjoy this area of the museum much more, your majesty."

I lead the king (and his bodyguards) to the next section of the place. Immediately, the king reacts to the sight of the massive dragon skull in the middle of the room. He laughs as he nears the thing. I smile at the sight of his excited face.

"Balerion," the king says.

I tail after him as he moves to the inscription for the object, "indeed. The Black Dread, mount of King Aegon the first, King Maegor the first, Princess Aerea, and King Viserys the first."

The king chuckles under his breath as he shakes his head, "skoros iā ossȳngnon ziry would emagon issare."

What a terror he would have been.

I nod my head and look at the skull, "a fearsome and terrorizing beauty indeed."

Viserys turns to me just as I motion to the walls and begin to ramble about the history of it all, particularly nerding out over the massive painting depicting dragons, Targaryen princes, and civil war.

"You need not remind me of the history of my ancestors, pet," he says, walking up beside me, with his hands behind his back, "what I am more interested in is the rest of your tale with the prince."

I turn to Viserys and give him a smile and shrug, "as I said your grace, I have recounted all the memories I've had with your brother, prince Daemon the eighth."

The king makes a face, "huh," he raises a brow and narrows his eyes, "I don't suppose you have memories with prince Daemon the seventh then?"

I chuckle, "no," I shake my head, turning back to the painting, "only with Daemon the first."

The king laughs under his breath and turns to the painting as well.

"Oh yes I do hope you're enjoying yourself, brother."

Before I could react to the words that were spoken, I am pulled back and kissed on the neck. I turn from the painting, one of the many that visualized the Dance of the Dragons, then over my shoulder about the same time Viserys does.

"Daemon-" the king barks, eyes looking out to room, warry of everyone around. He does not continue when he hears the prince pipe up to me, "did he do anything unsavory to you, my love?"

This time, both Viserys and I speak his name, albeit starkly contrasting.

"Daemon," I mutter, as I try to push him away, "please, we are out in public. Some-"

"I don't give a fuck," Daemon cuts me off, ripping me back into him, "answer the question."

"Daemon," Viserys grumbles, stepping close, "unhand her."

"No!" Daemon snaps, shooting a look of daggers to his brother.

I gasp as I press my fingers to his lips. I slowly move away from him. "My love please," I whine, "the king has been nothing but kind to me and all he is asking for you to conduct you-"

"I will not have anyone, even the king, separate me from my bride," he yanks me close to him, arm coming around my shoulders.

My hands clutch his arms.

At that moment, because of how it reflected the light, Viserys spots the silver ring on his brother's bride. His eyes twitches as he rethinks the story of the personal vows. He scoffs, eyes darting back up to Daemon, "you do realize doing this makes her life more difficult."

Daemon turns to his brother, lips curling into a smile, although he was not amused by the thought even a fraction, "well then let me take her to Dragonston-"

"Keep your voice down," Viserys hisses, stepping closer.

Daemon pushes me behind him and moves towards the king, "lo ao sagon olvie gaomagon lēda aōha urnēptre hen kustikāne naejot ñuha ābrazȳrys, ao sȳrje sagon jāre sir."

If you're quite done with your show of strength to my wife, you best be going now.

"Daemon," I call out

Viserys makes a face as he scoffs. He shakes his head, "I'm doing this to protect you, Daemon."

"Well I don't want your protection," he mutters, "I can protect myself. I can protect her," he quips, "what I need is your-"

"My what?" Viserys cuts, "my blind obedience to your wishes?" He lets out another scoff, "perhaps you should have been born first and become king."

Daemon holds his tongue. This is why Viserys will never know that the word his baby brother meant to say was blessing.

Viserys pulls away from Daemon and masks his expression rather quickly when he hears one of the bodyguards tell off some people from trying to enter this part of the exhibit and for attempting to take pictures.

I watch as the lines on Daemon's face tighten. I watch as he presses his lips together in tension where Viserys loosens his jaw and takes a breath.

The king turns around, clapping his hands together, putting on a grin, "well, if I must leave, then I should have my photo be taken with the staff of the museum." He turns to me, "would you be a dear and invite your colleagues over for a photo?"

Daemon turns to me as Viserys points, "I should like one with Balerion."

I smile and nod, "of course, your grace."

When I move off to round up the museum personnel, Daemon grabs my arm and knits his brows. He presses his lips into a pleading frown and makes up for the space between us.

I sigh and shake my head, "calm down," I mutter in High Valyrian. I reach out for his cheek and brush his skin, "nothing will happen with me. I will be back soon."

Viserys knits his brows as he watches Daemon mutter pleas in their mother tongue not to be left alone. He feels a sting in his heart at the desperation of his brother. He is deeply disturbed by everything.

He then thinks about the admission he heard earlier, about when Daemon wandered off drunk and arrived at his 'wife's' home, nothing but actual sleeping happened. He wonders if Daemon will lose interest once they share a bed.

I sigh when Daemon steals a kiss from my lips. I brush his hair back and give him a smile before I walk off to do my business. Daemon refuses to release my hand until the very last moment. He leaves his arm hanging in the air as he watches me walk away.

Viserys watches Daemon watches me.

"Brother," Viserys says, "I am genuinely concerned for you."

Daemon turns to him, all the softness in his expression fading. He pettily ignores the king and turns to the painting on the wall. He crosses his arms and stares blankly.

The elder of the two sighs and beholds the same painting before him. Viserys thinks about the artistry but only for a moment because he beholds the fury of the dragons, the fury of the princes, the fire and the blood. He looks upon the legacy of his house, the strife of his kin, the romanticization of it all. Then he looks upon his brother. He looks at how his violet eyes glistened with the light from the room, and yet the light in his eyes was not there.

And he looked again when their picture was taken, how he smiled softly at the camera as he stood next to whom he was so adamant to be around. Viserys saw the change.

Daemon places his arm over both me and one other employee. I turn to Bertha as she grins and says, "the prince has his arm on our shoulders."

I grin back at her as Daemon smiles at me, "well, I must constantly be surrounded have a beautiful woman in my arm," he turns to Bertha, "now I have two."

Bertha giggles as I shake my head.

I turn to Aemond to my right. He is rigid beside me, and so pull him close and offer a smile. He mumbles under his breath, "I can do something if you're not uncomfortable with having your photo taken."

I give him a quick smile and shake my head, "it'll be fine."

Aemond clenches his jaw. He turns away just before Daemon shoots him a look.

"Alright everyone," the photographer says, "big smile in 3, 2, 1."

The photo ends up on the news, on the TV, on the radio, on the internet, on the magazines, on the newspaper.

King Viserys and Prince Daemon honor Museum of Ice and Fire with a visit in line with upcoming Cultural Arts Celebration

The Blonde Brothers reunite with a visit to Museum of Ice and Fire in honor of incoming Cultural Arts Celebration to be held next week.

Targaryens storm the Museum of Ice and Fire, leaving everyone swooning and saluting

Prince Daemon flirts with local museum curator during a visit to Museum of Ice and Fire

Upon reading seeing the photos attached to one of the many headlines tied to that day, Bobby drops his mug and misses the table, causing it to crash and break and spill all over the floor. He hisses as the hot coffee splashes on his leg and yet he pays no more than a second's thought on it as he leans into his computer and clicks the link on the screen.

He stares at the photograph of the prince with his arm over two women, one of which he knew for she was his ghost, his love, his heartbreak and heat.

He lets out a shaky breath then pushes himself off his desk chair. He grabs his phone and calls a contact, biting his fingernails as he did so.

"Hell-"

"Martell," he says, which is enough of a formality you could ever get out of him at this point, "I need you to pull out some old files and redo some research for me."

Alternatively, Aegon was hammering his head over and over again on his table as he wasted the little time he had on break by obsessing over the articles he saw on the internet.

He wasn't hungry anyway.

No, that was a lie. He was starving, but he already finished his snack after stuffing the fish and chips he had in his mouth far too quickly for anyone's good. He hadn't even realized he finished it, nor that he was eating, really, upon until he looked to his empty plate with shock washing over.

Now he had just made himself miserable and didn't feel any fuller than he was before eating.

He looks at the time and laughs bitterly to himself. This was supposed to be the time his saving grace came, but he knew no one was coming today.

He messages his brother again. Scrolling up from the first message he sent today down to the last.

DUDE WTF THE ROYAL FAMILY IS AT YOUR JOB? BRUH BRUH brush bruh AEMOND THE HELL IS HAPPENING oh is it the king wtf is the king doing there THE BLOND BITHCES ARE THERE aemond are you dead?????????? AEMOND WAHT THE FUCK Link attached WHAT THE FUCK YOU SITTING THERE NEXT TO HER Link attached Link attached Link attached AEMOND YOU IDIOT BITCH ASS CUNT RESPOND TO ME i hope youre miserable i hope you see them make out again can you ask her if shes coming ............ i know she wont but do it anyway fuck you bitch Image Attatched

"Quit flippin' on ya phone and get back to work boy," Aegon's boss calls as he enters the storage room, "breaks over."

Aegon stands and nods, "yeah, boss."

Aemond sorely ignored his phone as it blew up. It was bad enough that his head was plagued with the images of a doting couple sneaking glances and touches of each other, he did the right thing by putting his phone on silent.

He was currently on chapter 15 of the book he found entitled Blood Magic, Soul Ties, & Rebirth. In truth, it was nothing like he expected it to be. It was written more like a diary rather than a document like he had expected. It was all written in the perspective of the author, much like the tomes of the old history of Westeros, but, in his opinion, not at all academic in nature. Upon seeing there were parts that spilled into fantastical accounts Aemond understood why this book was still very much under review in the museum, and not somewhere in the national library. What exactly was it?

The chapters would start with personal ire:

Eman suffered rōvēgrī va se [account] hen [magic] se [ash]. Nyke ilimagho se [loss] hen mirre whom nyke jorrāelagon. Nyke [scorn] nykēla syt se [mercy] [exchanged] syt ñuha [soul], skore nyke ojūdan. Gaoman daor jaelagon naejot glaesagon, yn nyke glaesagon syt zirȳla.

I have suffered greatly on the [account] of [magic] and [ash]. I mourn the [loss] of all whom I love. I [scorn] myself for the [mercy] [exchanged] for my [soul], which I lost. I do not wish to live, but I live for him.

And then would go about to explain the process of a certain spell or incantation, all of which involve the spilling of blood, be it animal or human.

Se [spell] syt ease hen riña sikagon. Issa [recommended] bona gaomā bisy [month] iā [less] gō se sikagon hen aōha riña. Kesā jorrāelagon ānogar hen iā [elk], iā molry hen iā [elk], lanta [hooves] hen iā [elk], ānogar hen iā atroksia, ampa [feathers] hen iā atroksia. Istia perform se [following] [incantation] rȳ se zōbrie bantio.

The [spell] for ease of child birth. It is [recommended] that you do this one [month] or [less] before the birth of your child. You will need blood of an [elk], a horn of an [elk], two [hooves] of an [elk], blood of an owl, ten [feathers] of an owl. You must perform the [following] [incantation] at the dark of night.

Finally ending with ominous warnings that tread the line between a word of caution and a threat.

Sagon [warned] bona se [cost] hen ānogar [magic] ēza zȳha [weight] isse ānogar. Daor [amount] hen āeksion kessa [save] ao hen se [consequences] hen skore ao jaelagon naejot [reap]. Sagon [warned] bona ao daor undo līr iksis gaomagon Se ao daor [exact] līr kessa sagon se [payment] syt aōha actions.

Be [warned] that the [cost] of the blood [magic] has its [weight] in blood. No [amount] of gold will [save] you from the [consequences] of which you wish to [reap.] Be [warned] that you cannot undo that which is done and you cannot [exact] that which will be the [payment] for your actions.

Aemond narrows his brows and cocks his head at a particularly random hark.

Eman issare maghatan arlī naejot ābrar ondoso se dārilaros se oh skorkydoso nyke jaelagon [instead] naejot emagon rhēdan zirȳla rȳ se remȳti hen mēre hen [heavens] iā sesīr rȳ mēre hen [hells]. Oh valzȳrys [would] ao [loathe] nyke syt [reaping] nykēla hen qrimbrōstan irudy ao teptan nyke?

I have been brought back to life by the prince and oh how I wish [instead] to have met him at the gates of one of the [heavens] or even at one of the [hells]. Oh husband [would] you [loathe] me for [reaping] myself of the cursed gift you gave me?

He straightens in his seat when someone comes in and announces he's done for the day and that Aemond should probably get going too. He nods his head in regard and puts the largish book down, debating whether or not anyone would look for it if he took it home with him.

He checks the time on his phone, swiping away his million notifications from his brother, then raises a brow at the email notification he got from his cousin, Alicent.

All the while the king and queen were discussing Daemon over dinner.

Aemma grins, "so you've given him your blessing!"

"Lovie, it's like you've not heard a word I said," Viserys says as he licks the side of his knife, which was covered in sauce.

"Visy, I heard you loud and clear, and I'm glad that you've opened up your heart for this," she smiles as she cuts up her meat.

The king rolls his eyes, "I gave him an ultimatum."

"Exactly," the queen shakes her head and repeats her husband's words, "1 week, 1 month, 3 months, half a year until a years passed. If he still feels the same as he does now, then I shall be attending a wedding at Dragonstone by this time next year and my Rhaenyra can expect cousins most swiftly!"

He sighs and drops his cutlery, "my dear," he licks his lips, "I don't want you to get your hope up over something that could well not last."

Aemma eyes him darkly, "well you ought to not jinx it with you sourness."

"Aemma."

"Viserys," she places her own silverware down, "you told me yourself that you saw how his eyes lit up at the sight of her."

He rolls his jaw and leans back on his chair.

"You and your brother have may act like you're constantly at separate ends of pole, but I know that each time you snarl and snap at each other with fire at the back of your throat, neither of you care any less about the other."

Aemma presses her lips together as Viserys looks at her face. He sighs. He reaches out for her cheek, stroking her fair brows, memorizing the curve of her lips before leaning in to kiss her. He would be lost without his light, his Aemma. He wonders if, truly, that was how Daemon felt about this woman.

Well, Daemon let his actions speak louder than his words that night.

The moment we arrived to my home, after Daemon begrudgingly waited out my shift in one of the royal guard's car, I was immediately swarmed by him, him and his hands, his lips, his voice, his breath. Daemon caught me against him and refused to concede, to yield, or even to loosen he grip.

He barely even let me lock my front door on our way inside. I was glad I managed through his tender and eager, open mouthed attacks.

"Kesā daor henujagon nyke arlī, ābrazȳrys," Daemon mutters as he pulls me into him not even a second after letting me go to close the door. He shoves my hair off to the side and attacks my nape with kisses, leading me backward as he blindly navigated my home in the dark.

I hiss then chastise him with giggles when he runs into my lamp, "Daemon please."

"It's so fucking dark."

I pull away from him and take his hands that were clutching my torso, leading him off to my bedroom.

The moment I open the door, he charges at me with more kisses, this time, the light from the street lamps and the moon made it easier for him to navigate to the bed.

I release a sigh when he pushes me back on the mattress, chest pressed against mine, hands caressing and massaging every part of my body. He breathily repeats his words from earlier in between kisses, "kesā daor henujagon nyke arlī, ābrazȳrys," he begins to rip at my clothing, "iksā ñuhon," he heaves, "mirre ñuhon," he presses his forehead on mine, "ñuhon, ñuhon, ñuhon, ñuhon -"

You will not leave me again, wife. You are mine. All mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine.

I shift on my spot and sit up as I help Daemon undress me before he sequentially helps me undress himself.

I whimper as he pushes me back down and grabs my thighs. I squeak out a moan, catching his face in my hands, as he hovers over me.

I cry his name out when I feel him brush his hardened and pulsing length against me. He hisses as he looks down. His hands leave my thighs, one landing by my side, propping him up, the other coming to my wetness, stroking me there sweetly, "such a pretty girl, my love... so ready for me."

I whine as he amuses himself by fondling with my slick. He touches me as light as a ghost and teases my weeping entrance like a devious little boy, hellbent on making chaos of everything.

"Daemon."

"Shhhh," he leans in and licks my lips, "ivestragī nyke emagon ñuha kirimves." Let me have my fun.

I chase after his mouth but he pulls away too quickly, continuing to make a mess of me.

I bring my fingers to his nape, nails digging into his scalp, firmly tugging at his blonde locks. I plead, "Daemon."

He pacifies me with a kiss but does not cease his teasing ministrations. I moan when I feel his two digits barely sink into me. He laughs against our kiss and has to pull away from me all together, both hands sinking into the cushion by my sides, to calm himself down.

I huff in frustration and impatience at his deep chuckles. I decide to take matters into my own hands, literally, and shift beneath him, grabbing his thick member, easing him into me.

His amusement curdles into a moan at my touch. We both audibly react when he slowly sinks into me. He cusses where I call out his name. He breathes hotly against my neck as I wrap my arms around him and seal my legs around his waist.

He suddenly finds it in him to laugh again. He does so with much excitement.

And though I whimper at the feel of him jolting within me, I cannot help but feel a sense of contentment wave upon me. I rub my cheek against his head and scratch his scalp gently. We stay like this for a long while. I do not mind it, not really, I like him like this. But with every second that passed, it felt like my pulse was banging harder and harder.

I whine "ñuha jorrāelagon, kostilus dīnagon, nyke jorrāelagon ao sir" My love, please move, I need you right now.

Daemon chuckles and kisses my jaw, hands squeezing my thigh firmly as he slowly lifts his head up, "so impatient."

I rock my hips beneath him as I nod, "need you so bad."

Daemon obliges and begins to slowly thrust into me. He kisses my lips and makes a sound that is a laugh mixed with a moan, "I know, baby," he digs his nails into my flesh, "I know," he repeats more solemnly, "I need you too-- need you so badly."

My breath hitches when he picks up his pace. He quickens just a little bit, so subtly, and it grinds at my brain. Each time he moves, he exits wholly and enters fully, he stretches me out so nicely and fills me up so good.

I pant against his shoulder and sink my teeth into his muscle, licking and sucking at the area.

He moans at the feeling. He then shifts me in my spot, pushing me up, allowing himself more leverage from above me, making me cry out when he hits a part in me that touches seemingly every nerve of my body.

I screw my eyes shut and feel my eyes water at the sensation. I throw my head back and rip at his shoulder blades.

He huffs against me and continues in his pace, andante, taking his time to move from tip to hilt, savoring each moment, each stroke, each huff, each sigh, each whimper.

He continues like this. He is steady like this. He is beautiful like this.

My fingers and toes curl at the feel of him. My belly flutters. My breath strains. My mind fogs. All because of him, because of how I take in his scent, how I taste his skin, how I wrap around him.

"Dārilaros," I mutter against his ear, "ao ȳdra daor gīmigon skorkydoso olvie nyke bōsa naejot gaomagon ao hae bisa."

My prince, you don't know how much I long to keep you like this.

Daemon thrusts particularly deeply.

Tears pool at the corner of my eyes. Air catches in my throat. I choke on a sob as emotion floods through me. I am hit with this epiphany so very suddenly. I was, next moment, cathartic over the fact he was real, he was here, and he was mine. After all these years, after the dredging, after the lamenting, after the hurting, here he was, a sky above me, a sanctuary around me, a hearth inside me.

He loves on my face, peppering my skin with with kisses, "pār gaomagon nyke va ao," he presses his hands on my waist, knocking into me with forte, "umbagon lēda nyke," he moans against my lips, "sagon ñuha lenton,"

Then keep me on you, stay with me, be my home.

When my hands dart to his cheeks. Only then do I realize that he, too, was teary eyed as my thumbs find the dampness on his face. I open my eyes to look at him but shut close again when his mouth finds mine.

Daemon eases into his accelerando, gently and caringly thrusting faster and faster, staying deeper and deeper until he barely pulls out and he's just trapped into me.

He nips at my lip as I my hands dart to his hips, ripping at the skin there. He continues in his tight movements until he ultimately hooks his hands at the back of my knees and pushes my legs up, breaking into me vigorously until I couldn't think and I could only feel and scream out his name.

And as I climbed up to my high, I called out to him. And as he eased up into his, he called out to me.

And then it all comes crashing down. And then I can't breathe or move, I just tighten and whine and break against him.

And then I feel him follow suit. And then he looses his mind and his tempo, he just pounds and melts and falls into me.

And I feel my whole body burn, I feel my nerves rip into a symphony of pleasure. I feel his heat spill into me. I fill him fill me up until he's completely spent and even after that. I feel my body flinch around him. I feel him bottom out and run over in me. And I missed it. I missed this so much. I missed him so much. I missed him.

His erratic movements lull into slow tender one again, yet he doesn't cease his rocking until I'm shaking and wailing and dripping all over. I feel myself overflow with him, in both literal and metaphorical. I feel my whole body burn while he heaves atop me as he delicately touches down. He rests his entire weight on me; he's an invited and longed for blanket, a heaviness that I have dreamt of having pressed against me for so long.

I feel his heart hammering in his ribcage as mine beneath him did the same. His strangled breath echoes mine. My name spills out of his lips like a prayer. He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. His hands rub my legs that were wrapped around him. He was fastens them around his hips, as if my limbs were not tight enough, as if it was possible for him to move closer into me than he already was.

I cradle his head in my hands and adjust my face beside his.

"Avy jorrāelan," I speak softly against his ear, "eman jorrāelatan jeme ñuha ābrar se kessa jorrāelagon ao sesīr tolī."

I love you. I have loved you all my life and will love you even after.

Daemon responds with a kiss, with a rub of his nose, then with his words, "ñuha gevie lenton," he lifts his head up, sighing as he reached out to my cheek, "ñuha vok dārilaros."

Im that moment, I see a vague outline of his face even with through the darkness of my bedroom, but more than that, I hear the affection in his words. The sincerity locked in his voice, "syt ao ossēninna tolvie zaldrīzes, geron tolvie rizmun, iderēbagon tolvie rūklon, se jiōragon se olvie jelevre isse ñuha irosh sepār naejot sagon able naejot ūndegon aōha laehurlion."

My breath hitches, "Dae-"

"Avy jorrāelan."

My beautiful home, my perfect princess, for you I will kill every dragon, walk every desert, pick every flower, and offer the very breath in my throat just to be able to see your face. I love you.

I feel tears rush down my face when I lean up and kiss him.

[crimsonwolf715]

Adjusting

(Part 4 of Adventures of the Batfamily)

Jason’s making toast after patrol, so around midnight. He grabs a butterknife and starts poking at the butter while waiting for his toast to finish. Once his toast is done, he pulls it out and starts putting butter on it. Someone grabs his shoulder, startling Jason. He has the knife at their throat in an instant on reflex. Dick looks surprised and concerned, his hand still on Jason’s shoulder. 

Jason lowers the knife and sighs. “Don’t sneak up on me.” 

He grabs the toast and heads upstairs without another word. He eats the toast while gathering clothes so he can shower. After showering, Jason starts reading. He looks up at the clock after reading for a while. Three in the morning and he’s nowhere near tired. 

Sometimes I wish that I was willing to get medicated for my terrible insomnia.  

“Jason!” Jason hears Bruce cry out, like he’s in pain. 

He reacts before he even has time to think about it. He drops his book and rushes to Bruce’s room, pushing the door fully open. Bruce is still in bed, shaking like a leaf. Jason walks over and Bruce opens his eyes. 

“Jason?” Bruce asks. 

“Hey,” Jason says hesitantly. 

“My baby.” Bruce pulls him into a rib crushing hug. 

What the actual hell is happening right now?  

“You okay, Bruce?” Jason asks. 

“Yes. You’re back, I’m fine,” Bruce says slowly, then lets Jason go. 

Jason notices Tim in the doorway. “You handled that better than Dick did the first time he saw it.” 

“I feel like my brain shut off,” Jason says. 

“That may be why you reacted better, but you still did,” Tim replies with a shrug. “You need anything, Bruce?” 

“No, I’m okay. You two should go back to sleep,” Bruce answers. 

“Come on. We can talk in the hallway.” 

Jason walks outside with Tim. 

“Is he okay?” Jason asks. 

Tim shrugs. “He has nightmares. Some are about your death, others are about other traumatic things that have happened. He’s got PTSD, so it’s not surprising. He’ll be okay if you don’t go running. I try to get there within a reasonable time, but it’s not necessary to run. Unless he’s yelling, he won’t wake up before you get there.” 

Jason nods. “You sure are calm about this.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been dealing with this since I started as Robin. He used to wake up and think that I was you. Usually, that didn’t end well. Since Dick came back into his life and Damian showed up, it hasn’t been so bad. It doesn’t happen as frequently. Alfred will take care of it sometimes.” 

“Speaking of the murder baby, where is he?”

“He’s at Jon’s house,” Tim answers. “Bruce lets him go over for sleepovers as long as Superman isn’t there that night.” 

“Beef with Superman?” 

“Kinda. Supes isn’t really great to the kids in his life. Kon and Jon. Bruce just doesn’t want to give Damian an opportunity to kill Superman.” 

“Huh, probably not a bad call.” 

“I think I’m gonna go back to bed though,” Tim says. “I’ve got therapy and if I seem too tired, I’ll get grilled about my sleeping habits again.” 

“ ‘Night, Tim,” Jason says. 

“Goodnight, Jason. Try not to think about that too much. He’s fine.” 

Jason watches Tim walk back to his room, then walks back to his own room. He picks his phone up to check the time and notices that Dick texted him, but chooses to ignore it for the moment. 

I’ll respond to him later, once I’ve gotten some sleep.  

He climbs into bed and stays awake thinking about the events of the last hour for another hour before he falls asleep. 

Later that day around 4:30 pm

Dick walks into the cafe and looks around. His eyes fall on Barbara and he smiles. He walks over and pulls the chair around so he can sit directly next to her. 

“Hey,” she says. 

He leans his head against her and she pats his shoulder. 

“What happened?” she asks. 

“I… I triggered Jason’s trauma and he’s been avoiding me since,” Dick answers. 

“How long has it been?” 

“I visited last night for dinner and it happened then.” 

“Maybe try going to talk to him once we’re done here.” 

“But can’t I just stay with you?” 

“No. I’m doing girl’s night with Stephanie and some others.” 

“Damn it.” 

Barbara starts running her hand through Dick’s hair. He allows himself to stay like that for a couple minutes, then sits up. 

“I don’t want to ruin the mood of our date anymore.” 

“Well, I’m always willing to listen and give wonderful advice.” 

Dick sighs. “What would I do without you?” 

“Melt. Like the Wicked Witch.” 

The two laugh, then get to talking about their lives and Dick’s job in Blüdhaven. Dick looks at his watch after a while. 

“Ah, I gotta go. I’m expected at dinner in like an hour and I have to talk to Jason. Do you want me to get you another drink before I leave?” 

“Yes, please. I want one for the road.” 

After getting Barbara another drink, the two kiss then head their separate ways. 

Tim walks out of the therapy office and Stephanie’s waiting. 

“Hey,” Stephanie says. 

“Hey,” Tim echoes, then yawns. 

“Long night?” 

“Long morning. I’ll be glad for coffee.” 

The two start walking towards their usual coffee shop. 

“Which person?” Stephanie asks. 

“Bruce,” Tim answers. “I talked to Jason for a bit, but Bruce woke me up.” 

They walk in silence for a bit, focusing more on the road than conversation. Once they get to the coffee shop and order, they take a seat. 

“So how was therapy?” 

“It was therapy. I can tell with one hundred percent certainty, Bruce and the others could benefit from it.” 

Stephanie nods. The barista calls out Tim’s name, so the two go and get their coffees. They chat for a while about school, work, and all the other little things. Tim’s grateful to have Stephanie to talk to about all the craziness in his life. 

“So, how’s everyone been dealing with Jason being back? He’s been back for like a month and a half, right?” 

Tim nods. 

“Everyone’s taking it as well as they can. Damian acts like he may have met him before with how casual he is with Jason. I’m not really sure what’s going on there. Dick’s been doing surprisingly well considering he decked Jason the first time he saw him after he found out. Bruce seems hesitantly thrilled. Like he’s worried if he acts too excited, that Jason will disappear again. Alfred’s pretty normal considering everything. Seems a little happier when Jason shows up to meals, but is otherwise normal. I’m dealing with it fine. I dealt with all the ‘he tried to kill me’ stuff pretty quickly considering everyone’s attempted it. It’d be weirder if I got a new brother, and he didn’t try to kill me.” 

“Well, at least everyone’s adjusting. Barbara was worried you guys wouldn’t be able to adjust properly.” 

“Probably something Dick said then. He’s… He’s got a lot of guilt when it comes to Jason, so it isn’t helping. Speaking of which, are you gonna be able to come over for dinner?” 

“No, I’ve got girl’s night,” Stephanie answers. 

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot that was today,” Tim replies. 

Stephanie laughs. “I’ll come help mediate family dinner tomorrow.” 

Tim sighs. “No need to mediate. It’ll just be us kids outside of Dick tomorrow.” 

Stephanie raises an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe you will need to mediate. That may turn into a thing.” 

Stephanie nods. “I need to go though. I have to get home, get ready, and then get to the place. So much traveling.” 

“I can drive you if you want,” Tim says. 

“Nah, it’s okay,” Stephanie replies, “but you behave yourself.” 

“No promises.” 

The two hug, then head in opposite directions back home. 

Dick knocks on Jason’s bedroom door. “Hey, Jason?” 

Jason looks up. “Yeah?” 

“Can I talk to you?” 

“Why couldn’t you?” 

“I thought you were angry with me.” 

“About last night?” 

Dick nods. 

“No. I’m not mad about that, Dickhead. I trigger my own trauma and I know what triggers me. Come here.” 

Dick walks into the room and sits down next to Jason. 

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that,” Jason says. 

“Only sometimes,” Dick replies. “I brought you cookies.” 

“Wow, you felt really guilty. You never used to do this kind of shit unless you felt horrible.” 

Dick sighs and looks at his hands, which are placed in his lap. “I wanted to apologize.” 

“For? I just said that I even trigger my trauma sometimes.” 

“I know it looks like I just like our other siblings better because I treat them differently than I treated you, but that isn’t the case.” 

Jason leans back, putting his weight on his hands. “Yeah, it does feel like that. I begged you to spend time with me and you refused. Damian barely has to ask for you to come driving thirty minutes to take him anywhere. You’ve shown up for Tim whenever he’s asked. I watched you guys for so long and you never once denied them unless you absolutely had to.” 

“I know, but what happened with you is why I spend so much time with them. You left this gaping hole in my life and I hated the way that everything happened. Yeah, I originally spent so much time with them out of guilt, but I love them. I lost so much and while Bruce fixed some of that, it didn’t fix the rest of it. I’m sorry that things happened the way they did.” 

Jason moves his arms so he drops onto his bed. “We’re screwed up, aren’t we?” 

“Yeah.” 

Dick puts the box of cookies on the nightstand. 

“Eh. I forgive you, I guess,” Jason says. 

“Thanks,” Dick replies. “I promise that I’ll do better now.” 

“You’d better. I’m not begging you to do shit with me.” 

Dick nods. The two sit in comfortable silence for a while. Jason keeps poking Dick, which he ignores entirely. Dick’s phone dings, so he picks it up. 

“Alfred wants to know what we want for dinner,” Dick says. 

“Umm… I don’t care as long as I don’t have to cook it,” Jason says. 

“I’m gonna tell him that you’re indecisive.” 

“Well, he’ll take that at face value so I don’t care. Can you do something for me?” 

Dick turns back to look at Jason. “That depends on what it is.” 

“Can you hold me accountable? I know I don’t completely agree with you guys, but just make sure that I don’t go overboard.” 

“So you’re asking me for help on hero work?” 

Jason nods. 

“I’ll do it. You just have to promise me that if I say you’re going overboard, that you take a good look at what you’re doing. If you can’t, then my judgment overrules however you feel about it.” 

“You got it, boss.” 

Dick’s phone dings again, so he looks at it. 

Tim: We’re having pizza. Tell Jason thank you.  

“Not really sure why, but Tim told me to tell you that he’s thankful,” Dick says. 

“We’re having pizza then,” Jason replies. 

Tim: Also, come down. We’re setting the table for dinner and Bruce got back.  

“Come on. We’re setting the table and annoying our father by saying hello all at the same time.” 

Dick and Jason head downstairs where Tim and Damian are setting the table. 

“Hey, Dami. When did you get back?” Dick asks, ruffling his hair. 

“This afternoon,” Damian answers. 

“How did I miss you?” 

“How did you miss me?” Damian asks, not looking at Dick as he keeps setting out napkins.

Dick shrugs. 

“I was in my room with my animals and you went straight into Todd’s room when you came in.” 

“That tracks.” 

Once the pizza gets there, everyone settles down at the table to eat. The first ten minutes are mostly in silence. Finally, Bruce breaks the silence. 

“How was everyone’s day?” Bruce asks.

“Mine was fine,” Jason answers. “I just stayed at home all day.” 

“Fine,” Tim answers with a shrug. “Stephanie’s doing well too.” 

“I just had a date, so not a lot to report,” Dick answers. 

“You know what? I do have something,” Jason says. “Dick’s so dramatic. I forgot to respond to his text and he thought I was angry with him.” 

“It’s more complicated than that and you know it,” Dick replies, pointing his fork at Jason. 

“Don’t threaten your brother with your fork,” Bruce says. 

Dick puts his fork down, but still glares at Jason. Jason’s smiling. 

“This argument is stupid,” Damian says. “You already knew that Grayson was sensitive, it’s not new for him.” 

“I don’t know whether to be offended or not.” 

“Damian’s just being honest,” Tim replies with a shrug. 

“You guys are so mean,” Dick says, not serious at all. 

He smiles as he watches Jason and Tim bicker about something while Damian’s conversing with Bruce. They’ll get through this, all of them.

[legally-lupin]

Her pt2 - Mattheo Riddle x Theo Nott X fem! Reader

Summary: who will you agree to a second date with ?

Go to part 1 for this story <3

Her pt1

It only took a night for an owl to come. Y/n sat in the great hall eating her breakfast when a huge owl crashed on the table spilling everything around it. A goblet of tea fell onto her lap. She jumped up from the sudden temperature change

“Merlin’s beard!!” She huffed wiping her skirt with tissues. Hermione helping her

“Who’s bloody dumb bird is this?” Ron said taking the letter from its foot the bird screeched and flew away its big wings causing everyone’s hair to blow

“It’s for you” Ron handed you the paper you stared at it the owl put you In a sour mood and whoever sent it will get an earful from you.

“Let’s see who was smart enough to send in a bloody owl the size of a dog!” Y/n huffed peeling the green ribbon off it

Dear y/n

Meet me at the astronomy tower doors before dinner

Bring a blanket or a jacket you choose :)

MR x

“Well?” Hermione asked looking over her friends shoulder

“Mattheo” y/n replied looking around for the boy smiling at him he winked at her with a piece of toast in his mouth

“Well we have class so let’s go before the traffic starts” Harry said laughing y/n pulled out a spare skirt out of her bag

“Can we stop by the toilets first I need to change”

Theo and Mattheo gave y/n subtle glances throughout the day which she responded with a smile her mood much better after changing.

During potions Mattheo sat next to y/n the trio looked at him but ignored him.

“Hey pretty girl” a kiss was placed on her cheek she gave a small smile and continued with her potion

“Sorry about the owl. He’s a bit dumb” Mattheo chuckled y/n gave the slytherin a really? You don’t say look laughing.

“Mr.Riddle I don’t think this is your table” professor snape raising an eyebrow. Mattheo smiled awkwardly before whispering

“See you in a few hours” and walked to his table. You can see Theo’s clutch on the silver rod tighten

“What am I gonna do?” Y/n sighed mione tried to comfort her friend

Dinner came by quickly. As you got dressed into something nice you faced Hermione spinning

“How do I look?” A big smile formed on your face

“Amazing as usual!” You linked arms as you left your common room

As you bid your goodbyes to your friends you made your way to the tower where Mattheo was already waiting for you. With a large bouquet of your favourite flowers in it.

“Hey” y/n said blushing. Mattheo pulled her into a hug her arms went over his shoulders and his went to her waist.

“You look so gorgeous” Mattheo whispered in her ear his lips pressed against her cheek

“Well you clean up rather nice your self” she remarked placing a kiss to his cheek

“Shall we?” Mattheo offered his arm which she gladly took as they ascended the stairs. Y/n was shocked to see the astronomy tower littered with lights and a table it was very sweet

“Oh wow you did all this ?!” You gasped looking at every detail Mattheo nodded proudly

“Of course I wanted it to be a great first date!” Mattheo pulled the chair out for you and tucked you in.

“A gentleman?!” You joked Mattheo chuckled before sitting himself opposite you

“For you” he smiled a big cheesy smile

“So what’s on the menu today?” Y/n asked looking at her surroundings

“Uh I’m not sure I told the house elves in the kitchen to surprise us for 10 galleons” as if on que the house elves arrived and placed the food in your table.

You both sat on the floor covered in soft pillows and watched the beauty of Hogwarts in comfortable silence

“I’ve really enjoyed our time together mattheo” y/n sighed her head leaning on his shoulder he hummed in agreement a hand snaked around her waist pulling he closer.

“Thank you for giving me a chance and if you don’t choose me I don’t mind as long as we stay friends” his voice was soft and you can tell he was tired

“Do you want to head to bed! Woah!” Mattheo practically tackled y/n to the ground holding her tight

“No I don’t want this night to enddddd!!” His grip tightened as he layed on top of her she laughed at his childishness

“Oh your laughing at me now ?!” The boy challenged y/n eyes widened as he started to tickle her.

“Mattheo no!!! I’m sorry!!” She pleaded in a fit of giggles mixed with Mattheos chuckles the bittersweet moment lasted only seconds before he stopped and stared at your face

“Wha-“ y/n was cut off with a pair of lips on hers. She froze not knowing what to do until she gave in and kissed him back her hands wrapping around his neck Mattheo hands raked her body as they made out. The two pulled away panting for air.

Mattheo walked y/n to her common room both very tired considering it was 1am.

“Thank you so much for such an amazing night. It’s been so fun” y/n pulled Mattheo into a big hug which he gladly returned.

“No, thank you for giving me a chance” y/n kissed Mattheo on his cheek before bidding him good night.

She entered the dorm she shared with Hermione and Ginny. They were both awake and y/n flopped on Miones' bed squealing

“Good night?” Hermione asked her friend laughing

“Tell us EVERYTHING!!” Ginny sang landing next to you. As you gave them a brief story about your date you sighed

“Girls I really don’t know what to do”

“Just sleep on it until you have to go out with Theo” Ginny suggested

“But what if I can’t choose?”

“Then date both” Ginny joked making Hermione laugh

The next morning y/n sat down once again for breakfast as she enjoyed her much-needed coffee. Theo sat next to her holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers and chocolates glued to it. Your smile was huge at the sweet gesture.

“Hey Theo!” Y/n said looking up at the boy who smiled warmly

“Hey y/n I wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me today?” Theo said confidently as he handed you the flowers/sweets

“Of course I would love to”

“Brilliant meet me at the courtyard fountain in like 3 hours does that give you enough time?” Theo sweetly smiled

“More than enough I’ll be there!” Theo pecked y/n forehead before going off to his table

“Bloody hell” you hear Ron mumble Harry rolled his eyes

“Mioneee you have to help me get ready pleaseee!!!” Y/n begged hugging on to her friends arm

“You don’t even have to ask” the curly haired girl beamed as y/n grabbed her hand and they both ran out the great hall

You took a while to get ready making sure everything was perfect you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was weather appropriate but still amazing !

“You look so good!!!” Hermione said fixing your hair

You both headed down to the courtyard as some people were going to hogsmeade you see Theo waiting for you with his friends

“I’ll catch you guys later yeah?” Y/n waved goodbye to her friends and made her way to Theo. Draco was the first one to notice her he nudged Theo making him look to where he was nodding to.

“Hey y/n. Let’s go boys” Draco said dragging Mattheo with him Theo pulled you into a hug

“You look gorgeous as usual” Theo smiled twirling the girl around making her giggle

“Thank you Theo. You look handsome nothing new”

“So I was thinking we can go to London for the day instead of Hogsmeade I have permission from professor snape" Y/n's eyes lit up at the sound of going to her city.

"no way! I was waiting until the holidays to go and restock oh this is going to be so fun" she squealed hugging Theo. the boy laughed rubbing her back

"come on then before it gets too late" As they travelled via flu powder to London they found themselves at the Leaky Cauldron. theo placed a protective hand on the small of her back leading them out to the street.

theo watched as y/n went in and out of shops a smile never leaving her face

"hey Theo what do you think about this smell?" y/n presented her wrist to theos nose he wrapped a large hand around it and inhaled the perfume humming in satisfaction

"this one is much better than the other one" he put it in the basket that he was holding for her

as the pair shopped longer Theo noticed a group of guys staring at y/n and whispering to each other. theo went up behind her and wrapped both arms around her making her jump "oh, Theo you scared me! is everything alright? I'm sorry I'm taking ages" she apologised leaning into him.

"Don't apologies princess take your time" he smiled against her neck the group of boys long gone now.

y/n showed Theo the best places she liked to go considering she was born and grew up in this city. They somehow ended up outside y/n old house, the place she grew up in the place her mother was found dead.

"I'm sorry I brought us here. I just always visit it when I'm around" she sniffled leaning into Theo

"Never apologise for that it's absolutely fine" A small sincere smile was set on his face

"I don't want to rush you but we should head back to the leaky cauldron soon. professor snape gave me a time limit" he whispered into her hair. She nodded in response pulling away.

they headed back to Hogwarts. it was almost curfew when they arrived outside her common room.

"Theo?" y/n asks looking up at the boy

"hmm?" he responds

"what if i can't choose? like you guys are best friends and I don't want you to fall out over me" She began to get teary-eyed, making Theo's gaze soften as he pulls her in for a hug

"hey don't worry about us, and don't rush into a decision if your not sure yet just take your time. we will both be here for you." he rubbed her back she gripped his shirt tighter

"i like both of you and it's hard" she wiped a stray tear away she lookd up at Theo all doe eyed before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss which Theo gladly returned placing a firm hand on the back of your neck and another on your waist squeezing the area. Theo slipped a tongue in your mouth making you moan softly he smirked against your lips and got hungrier by the second wanting more of you. Theo pulled away from the kiss and started nipping at your neck your sweet noises make him let out a groan. Before pulling a way making you whine.

“Love. We can’t not yet. As much as I would love to” his forehead rested on yours as you caught your breath

“Get some sleep angel. I’ll see you in the morning” he placed kiss to your lips before bidding goodnight.

As you blindly entered the dorm room your vision too clouded by your own mind Hermione stepped in front of you

“Wow your flustered” she smirked helping you sit down

“How was it?” She gave her friend a supportive pat on the back as she laid her head on her shoulder

“It was nice. But I think I’m gonna sleep. Night mione” sleep overtook y/n within minutes

Who will you choose ?

If you choose Mattheo:

The next morning came and y/n was more then ready to see him. She went to the great hall and gestured for him to follow her.

“Hey gorgeous. How are you ?” Mattheo winked shoving his hands in his pockets

“Mattheo I uh. I choose you” you whispered mattheos slit eyebrow cocked up

“Sorry sweetheart couldn’t hear you could you maybe speak up?” He got closer to you knowing full well what you said

“I choose you. I want to be with you” you said a but too loud. Mattheo smile grew as he lifted you off the ground spinning you

“Oh love you don’t know how happy I am right now” he pulled you into kiss keeping you in his grip as tight as he could. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tugged at his hair making him grunt

“Don’t be doing that princess. Not here anyway” he whispered In your ear making you blush HARD.

“And don’t worry about Theo we had a conversation after your date with him and agreed no matter who you chose we will be happy for each other and not get in the way of the other one’s relationship” he pecked your lips tenderly and a bunch of wolf whistles were heard behind you. You span around to see your friends cheering you on. You hid in Mattheo chest making him chuckle

If you choose Theo:

You made your to the great hall a big smile plastered on your face as you looked around for him. Finding him at his usual table in his usual spot you went over and sat down next to him.

“Good morning ange-“ Theo was cut off with your lips on his he smiled and pulled you in closer

“Alright you two it’s too early for that” Blaise says chucking a piece of toast your way Theo gave him the middle finger as he kissed you one more time.

“So does this mean?” Theo questioned looking down at you. You nodded and smiled shyly as he pulled you into his side

“Mattheo and I spoke yesterday so don’t worry about anything ok. We are good” Theo whispered in your ear

“But will you do the honours and be mine?” Y/n nodded pulling the boy into a big hug

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

choose violence ask: 12 & 22 for F&B/HOTD

12. unpopular character you actually like: I feel like with F&B/HotD this is so team based that the definition of "unpopular" is going to vary widely. I like Aegon II, even though he's widely hated in the broader fandom, but that feels like a bit of a cop-out since he does have a lot of fans on TG, even if he's not as popular as Aemond. I really like the Lannister twins, Tyland and Jason, are they unpopular? Tyland gets villainized a lot for pulling that shit with the treasury but honestly, it was a smart move and respect to him for not cracking under torture. And regardless of what happens later with the Lyseni Spring, Marston Waters will always be a real one for reminding Aegon II twice that he shouldn't kill Baela, and luckily for everyone Aegon II listened.

22. favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores: Well, kind of related to the above, even though I generally do not like the end of Aegon II's reign/House of the Wolf/Regency of Aegon III, it's also the part of the book that made me appreciate Aegon II, because it's here where he shoes mercy when he really has no reason to, and when doing so actually kind of undermines him in some ways. At the tail end of the Dance people tend to focus on how Aegon had Essie tortured into admitting Gaemon wasn't his, and on the threats made to harm Aegon III, but it's frustrating how the context is ignored or kind of brushed over. Gaemon was a pretender to the throne and under any other circumstance that kid would be toast-- forced to take the Black at the very best. Forcing Essie to admit that he was a Lyseni bastard was a way to save him-- he's no longer a threat to the throne if his father is just a random Lyseni. Aegon then takes him into the royal household, where he later becomes Aegon III's only friend. Aegon also grants the request of another pretender to the throne, Trystane, and knights him before executing him, giving him the name Ser Trystane Fyre. But what's more, Aegon II keeps Aegon III and Baela alive for six months against the advice of two of the only three people left in King's Landing who he really trusted, one of whom was his mother. At this point Aegon II is in pain, he's not allowing himself milk of the poppy so he's drinking more, he's grieving, and yet he just refuses to kill this kid, even though realistically, killing Aegon III would have left Aegon II's opponents with only Daemon's daughters to rally around. From the moment he returns to King's Landing, Alicent is saying kill Aegon III. Tyland is saying kill Aegon III. But it is only in the final moments of his reign, with the Tullys and the Starks practically at the door, does Aegon reluctantly agree to take Aegon III's ear and send it to the Tullys, but he is poisoned before that order can be carried out. When the fandom talks about this, it's often framed as if Aegon started threatening to mutilate Aegon III right away, but it's six months, and this whole time Corlys is trying to negotiate some kind of treaty but Aegon also won't compromise. It's really poignant to me that the Dance starts with the deaths of children, but for whatever reason, Aegon II just refuses to end it that way.

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Nick x Charlie fics I’ve read (Oct 2024)

the 8-minute spark that never dies by steelknuckles [G]

Nick leans on Tao when Charlie is away.

a soft place to land by ace_astronaut [T]

“I just didn’t think being on my own would be this hard,” he sobbed. At this, every part of Sarah wanted to reach through the screen, brush the tears from his feverish cheeks, and whisper, you’re not on your own. But she couldn’t. So instead, she simply stayed on the phone with him, two-hundred miles away, and reminded him, over and over again, to breathe. When Nick’s first rodeo with freshers’ flu hits worse than anticipated, Sarah summons him back home to recharge.

all the flags are red by peaceoutofthepieces [G]

Meet me in the art room? Mr Ajayi gave me a funny look when I came in but then he gave me this super knowing smile and said ‘clean up your crumbs and tell Charlie I said hello’, so I think it’s okay lol Charlie smiles, and feels the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, and ignores Tao’s complaints as he recollects his things and heads back into the school. He thinks nothing of it, other than precious alone time with his boyfriend. Then it happens the next day. And the next. And the next. And Charlie thinks this doesn’t mean we’re friends and we don’t really have chats like that and I’m worried that even though it’s his choice, Nick might feel…abandoned, and he starts to worry.

Dear Charlie, for when… by erinthelibrarian [T]

In 'Once Upon a Meddling Christmas' (the final oneshot in my 'Our Favourite Meddling Gays' series) Nick gifted Charlie 40 letters as his Christmas present. The first to be read the day Nick returns to Leeds in January. Then he could choose a letter to read each week. Right up until Charlie hopefully joins him up there in October. These are those letters…

find me (here in your arms) by thirteenick [T]

Nick goes to visit Charlie at uni for the first time. Fluff happens, because they are Nick and Charlie, afterall.

It's you (I'm in love with) by heartsocold [G]

“I–please don’t leave me,” Nick begs and Charlie blinks at him in shock as the words register. “Leave–Nick, no, never! I would never, ever, leave you, sweetheart. Where is this coming from?” “The wedding’s off. Tara and Darcy broke things off and—” Nick cut himself off with another sob and Charlie’s heart aches. Or: the one where all their friends have broken up and Nick's struggling with coping.

must be love by notmyfandoms [M]

“Well, Nelson, best find yourself another drink and perk up because we are about to play a classic game of Truth or Dare and no way in hell am I letting you escape this one!” Nick suddenly felt a cold beer bottle thrust into his hand, and he popped the top and took a swig in preparation of the game about to come. As is the case whenever you stick 18+ year old boys in a room together, the game got raunchy very quickly. or, Nick is hopelessly in love (and horny) for Charlie during a game of 'Truth or Dare.'

Now we’re saying goodbye, waving to the hard times (yeah, it’s gonna be alright) by SilverShadow1 [G]

“I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with the term ‘canon event’, but my two best friends Tara and Darcy were part of one in my life.” OR Nick delivers his wedding toast at Tara and Darcy's wedding

sweet as summer, bright as the sun by shadowquill17 [T]

Later that night, when the kids have gone to bed and there’s not a sound in the house except for the quiet talking of the adults in the kitchen, Nick turns to Charlie and kisses his shoulder. “Come take a dip with me?” he asks. “Now?” “Yeah. We can just be the two of us.” Charlie’s eyes glitter in the low light. “Okay.” Nick brings Charlie on his family holiday to Menorca.

Window by L56895 [T]

After the summer fair, and what comes next, Nick takes a moment to collect his thoughts.

[nerdallwritey]

Wip Wednesday!

I was tagged by @khywren!! Thank you!!!!!

Part 3 of Beauty and the Bard is FINISHED, but my beta is currently the busiest woman in the world (she's getting mawwied 🤭) so it'll take a few more days until I officially post, but here's a bit of banter to make up for it! Find it below the cut:

“Oh, stop teasing her,” Alfira said, rolling her eyes. “Tell her how well she did and make her take my lute.” She held it out again.

“While yes, she did play wonderfully-”

You looked at Astarion, a little shocked. You weren’t sure he’d ever complimented your music before.

“-she won’t be needing the lute.”

“See,” you said to Alfira before pausing for a moment and turning back to Astarion. “I won’t?”

He shook his head at you. “It’s taken care of already,” he said to Alfira. 

She understood what he was saying and nodded. “How very kind of you,” she said, smiling. She reached forward and squeezed your hand. “I’ll make sure to see you again before we leave.” 

You nodded and smiled as she left to join Lakrissa again at the wine table.

You turned to Astarion who looked smug. He turned to face you and grinned.

“What was that?” you asked.

“What was what, darling?”

“With Alfira. ‘It’s taken care of already.’ Did you steal me a lute or something?”

Astarion brought his goblet to his lips, ignoring you.

You gasped, your mouth open in faux horror. “You did not.”

“And if I did?”

“Where?”

He groaned. “Enough questions. Come enjoy a drink with me.”

He took your hand and led you over to his tent. When you arrived, he dropped your hand and held up his cup for you to clink with his. He took a sip. 

“You know, I never pictured myself as a hero.”

You snorted. “Bold of you to assume that’s what you are.”

He rolled his eyes and continued. “Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I’m here…”

He held you in suspense as he took another drink of his wine. 

When he pulled the cup away, he scowled. “I hate it. This is awful.” 

“Aw,” you said, walking forward and wrapping your arms around his neck before pulling back a little. “Is this okay?” you asked softly.

He nodded.

You continued. “It’s not that bad. Think of all the goblins you killed.”

“True,” he agreed. “That was fun. Still, I would have liked more than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who curated the wine?”

“Yes, but it’s not like I had much variety to choose from. Plus the tieflings didn’t bring anything to write home about.” He cocked his hip to the side, then nodded to you. “Go ahead, give it a taste.”

You stepped back and swirled the wine in the goblet that Astarion had provided for you. You took a tentative sip of the heavy, rich red. It was dry and sharp. To be honest, it tasted like most other reds you’d had before.

Astarion leaned forward a bit to gauge your reaction. “See what I mean? Awful.”

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Why didn’t you pick a better one, then?”

“Darling, this is the best they had.” 

“How sad,” you sighed, clearly not as upset as he hoped you’d be.

He held up a hand and turned away from you. “None of you have any taste.” 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you brushed some hair out of his face. “You’ll have to share once you find something you actually like. That way I’ll know what to look for.”

He sighed heavily. “What would be the point? You probably wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Rude,” you scoffed. “But fair.” You looked at him thoughtfully. “Hang on, weren’t you and Karlach trying to get drunk?”

Astarion giggled stupidly. “Yes.”

You snorted. “How’d that go?”

“Fine,” he sighed. “Takes me a lot longer to get drunk. What with the dead liver and all.”

You furrowed your brow. “Wouldn’t lacking a working liver make you drunk immediately?”

Astarion whined, “I don’t know, but Karlach is completely inebriated and I only have a buzz I can already feel fading.”

You looked over to Karlach who was still dancing despite the fact that you and Alfira had finished your performance several minutes ago. She was trying to get Dammon and Zevlor to join her but both looked like they were searching for escape routes. 

You laughed. “Shame there’s no music to accompany her,” you said, half joking.

“An excellent point, my dear.” He turned to bend down, wobbling, but catching himself. He started rifling through his possessions. “Odd,” he mumbled, “I swore it was here.”

“What are you looking for?” you asked.

“Hmm?” He was clearly lost in thought. “Oh nothing, darling. But, um, do me a favor and go somewhere else for a minute.” He waved you away without looking at you.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

I hope this request isn't too specific. It's also pretty silly.

Could I request a modern au of Diluc with a reader who used to be his highschool rival? Reader's always up to no good, super lazy, and has weird talents. Yet, somehow, she's still gets above average grades.

Diluc sees her again few years after graduating, working at a new, little bakery that many recommend for him. Poor Diluc felt his heart stop at how gorgeous she looks. As they converse, he realizes just how calm and gentle she's become and accidentally confesses in the middle of their conversation.

“What baking can do” /// Diluc x baker!reader modern AU (post highschool rivals)

Diluc decided to stop at the bakery for lunch during his break and noted a sign above him decorated with cats and paw prints. “Cats Tail, hm?” Briefly remembering the few arguments the owner had had with him about the wine industry he ran and silently hoping the place was quiet (or Diona would at least be gone), immediately being met with the scent of ground coffee and baked goods.

It….was quite pleasant, reminding him of early Sundays with his brother and father— “Hello! Welcome to the Cats Tail! How can I-“ The friendly voice slowly went quiet as he snapped out of his thoughts and turned to see a familiar face, someone he never thought he’d see again but even after all these years she is gorgeous. “Diluc?” “Name?”

The redhead’s heart almost stopped when his ex-rival smiled genuinely and stepped out from the counter, noticeably holding herself back from running across the room. The name looked more gentle and calm much different from the rebellious lazy troublemaker he knew in high school, their hair was pulled back and her name tag was clipped onto the front of her shirt.

“Hi? Sorry, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.” Another moment of tense silence sat between them both before the young CEO was back in the real world, fighting the blush on his face as a part of him created mental images of you sitting with him in the park hand in hand. “Yes, I haven’t seen you since graduation. I’m glad to see you’re doing well, Name. A…friend…recommended this cafe to me saying it was delicious even if he wasn’t a huge fan of the cats.” Cursing himself for the awkwardness creeping in, another reason why he likes to stay out of the spotlight.

Now seeing small cuddle piles of cats napping in the sun and a pristine black cat sitting next to the register, finding it quite amusing his musical friend managed to step in here and reminded himself to ask for the story later. Name brightened up and nodded, nervously laughing and going back to the counter with him not far behind. “Of course! I was guessing that’s why you came here. Do you still like BLTs with light toasting on whole wheat?”

Diluc was visibly shocked before nodding slowly with a confused expression, “Yes, I do. But how-“ As Name was preparing the sandwich she continued the conversation and grabbed the necessary ingredients. “You passive-aggressively argued with the cafeteria about healthier food options and nearly got in trouble more times than you think. ‘Luc, I teased you for months about how uptight and fancy your meal was remember?” He did. Choosing to ignore how his heart sped up and face warmed at the old nickname you gave him.

“For your information, it wasn’t fancy. I just had better taste in food than you.” Name laughed and rolled her eyes when he started to rant about her terrible diet, how eating only junk food will kill you one day and unconsciously petting the Prince the black cat (who kept the customers company near the cashier). It warmed her heart, stealing glances at him and admiring Diluc’s longer hair in its high ponytail. Just barely catching the last thing he said.

“I mean not like I took your jabs to heart, I couldn’t even bring myself to hate you even if we were rivals. Not when you had my heart in your hands already…” He snapped his mouth shut and in panic looked straight at you, looking as red as his hair and nervous. Name nearly dropped the tray she was holding when she heard him and still had enough mental energy to put it down, walking over to him and smiling warmly at his almost silent muttering of apologies.

“I knew it.” He let the hand on his chin guide his gaze back to her and couldn’t find anything to say. “I-“ Nothing. She whispered, “May I?” and slowly leaned forward to press a quick sweet kiss on his lips once he nodded. “I think I’ll take the food for here.”

[galebrainrot2024]

GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 21

A short one because my brain is a little toasted :( I have guests coming this weekend and will be traveling again for work next week so I will be cranking out as much as I can in the mean time or weird inbetween! I appreciate you all <3

I’m also going to stick with Gale’s POV - this story isn’t about Tav (it is, but you know what I mean lol) thanks @laserlope for helping in the brain room 🤝

EDITED TO GALE’s Perspective | Read on Ao3 | Master List

“Ah,” Gale said, leaning over Tav’s shoulder to point towards what appeared to be an alter. 

They were exploring the cellar of Last Light after fighting off a particularly difficult gaggle of meanlocks. During their explorations they found a journal, and decided to have a gander at finding the resistance at Last Light. 

“A hidden shrine…” he murmured, “Dedicated to the Moon Maiden herself. Even amidst the darkness, Selunites are stubborn enough to cling on.” It was a sentiment he understood. Despite everything that Mystra forced him to endure, he still cherished magic because it was what he adored and had known so long as he’d had memory.

“Pretty beautiful, isn’t it?” Karlach mused, brushing her fingers over the lacy cloth of the alter and cold, forgotten statues. Gale loved watching her experience the world around her - it helped him maintain perspective, to see the world through fresh eyes. To remember what wonder there was in simplicity.

To grapple with life’s end is no easy feat. There are many who avoid the task entirely, choosing instead to delay the inevitable. Gale felt the crushing weight of finite time and couldn’t bear to ignore his deepest desires. It had been so long since he felt these delicious emotions. What he felt for Mystra.. it was nothing like this.

“If you have a fondness for paperweights,” Shadowheart crossed her arms and inspected the arms of her armor, disinterest evident. Gale internally scoffed, mumbling about how deeply entrenched she was in Shar’s vile, false prophecy.

Karlach snorted and gave Shadowheart a salute. “You’re a funny frog, you know that?” 

“Excuse me what?” Shadowheart bristled and glared at Karlach, though a curl tugged at her lip. “If anyone here is a frog, it most certainly isn’t me. If anyone, it would be Lae’zel.” 

“Why, because she’s green?” Karlach poked, egging her on. 

As the two volleyed back and forth, Tav turned to Gale. She was shifting awkwardly, something he flagged to secure and unwrap later. “Sometimes I can’t tell whether or not those two like each other.” 

“Oh, I’m sure most of our companions could say the same about us.” Gale grinned and flashed his teeth, the corners of his eyes scrunching. His cells surged from their proximity. 

“Well,” Tav chewed on her bottom lip and pressed a finger to his chest. “Perhaps they wouldn’t have the wrong idea if you were better at admitting defeat once in a while. I know it’s hard for you, to be around someone so much more charismatic, intelligent, funny…” 

“Scratch undoubtably stakes his claim to the limelight and acclaim that I have no chance competing with.” Gale rose a brow as if in challenge. He knew she was talking about herself, but he needed to see if she’d indulge him. To test the waters.

Gale had been testing the water for weeks now, to the point where Karlach told him that if he didn’t get on with it soon she’d jump Tav’s bones before he got the chance.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he said, half joking and mostly serious.

“I can,” Karlach shot him a look, pointing a finger cockily, “and I will.”

Although Gale thought she was kidding there was still a part of him that chewed on her seriousness.

She returned his look, a wildness spreading through him as he continued to neg her and at how wonderfully she responded. “Are you comparing me to our camp dog?” 

“Ah!” Gale’s hand flung to his forehead and he tapped his fingers against it before resting on his hip and then twisting to point at her. “You know what, you’re right, I should have known you were talking about yourself. An honest mistake. Scratch is quite popular amongst our merry crew of miscreants and scoundrels, you’ll have to forgive me. Had I known you were talking about yourself,” Gale’s fingers wrapped around her wrist to lower her finger from his chest. Tav’s breath caught and that little sound, an otherwise innocent, unremarkable noise gave Gale’s body everything it needed to know. “I would have said that is woefully untrue and I wonder if that tadpole has eaten through more than a fair share of that beautiful mind of yours.” He whispered haughtily. Tav exhaled sharply and rolled her eyes which made his cheeky grin somehow more smug. He loved watching her get more and more flustered by him, though if he felt her feelings were hurt he’d learned well enough to stop. Lately, though, she seemed to relish in it.

“This place is hard to bear. I hope we’re able to continue on our way soon..” Shadowheart interrupted their banter and Gale looked to Tav who seemed delighted by their delay, unbothered by the impatience of their most gothic comrade. 

“I know what you mean. Everything is so… dark, and musty.” Karlach’s nose wrinkled and she nodded towards the exit, shifting from foot to foot.  

“Oh, well I meant more the idols to a false goddess,” she gestured and then took off her glove, inspecting her hand. “but yes, the mildew and must leaves something to be desired.” 

“Hopefully I’m not contributing to the smell too much,” Karlach gave herself a quick sniff and rose her arm. “What do you think?” 

Shadowheart laughed and shook her head, “Hush you, stop fishing for compliments. I’m sure Dammon showers you with plenty already.” 

Karlach stuck out her tongue and grinned. “You know it, baby.” 

Gale admired how, despite learning of her almost guaranteed fate, Karlach was a formidable optimist. He was trying to mirror her attitude, though despondency chewed at his robes. “Alright, alright,” Tav said, gesturing. “lead the way.” 

“I love a nice secret hideaway, don’t you?” Shadowheart mused, glancing around the damp enclave. “Even if it’s dedicated to,” she shuddered as if eating bad fish, “Selune.” 

“I mean… I guess.” Tav and Karlach shrugged in unison. 

“You can just fill it with supplies, seal up the hidden entrance, and tuck yourself away from the world…” Shadowheart said this as if she were asking a djinn to grant her wish. 

“Whatever you say, squirrelheart.” Gale chuckled at his own joke and the two groaned at his joke and Tav surprised him with an earnest giggle. He grunted as he hoisted his pack. “Where are we headed, m’lady?” 

Tav blushed. Another clue. Gale knew when he spoke to her in that voice, although it was playful there was an undercurrent of words unspoken. He knew it was beginning to affect her concentration because she let more than a few errant spells slip anytime they locked eyes in combat. He’d give an extra flourish, put on a bit of a show, and then she’d get a little smile and forget to cast her ward. Gale felt guilty, of course, but it was a little endearing.

Still - What if she wasn’t receptive? What if it was all in his head relationships? He didn’t remember overthinking past relationships quite so much. Perhaps he did. Well, he nearly immediately admitted the fib to himself.

He also worried that if he acted impatiently, Tav would slip through his fingers like quicksand. There was a nagging in her gut, that he would somehow mess up.

Tav - apart from his mother, and Tara - was the person who knew him best - which wasn’t saying much. She had seen so much of him, though, had been invited into more intimate moments while he held everyone else at an arms length. It was easier than seeing them hold him at an arms length. He tried to find solace in the stars instead of substance on solid ground. Terrified of letting people past the well-crafted fortress to his heart. 

For the past few weeks as he tried, and failed, to teach her simple recipes he felt his resolve grow weaker and weaker. He thawed her, little by little the layers of herself peeling back to welcome him in. Jokes that once would make her gag in annoyance now evoked bubbles of laughter. They rarely spoke at first. Only a few snide comments here and there. 

As the days progressed, however, Gale started to ask her more questions, which he sensed annoyed her to an extent. Once that emotion passed due to his persistent verbosity and monologues about his own answers would she open up and reveal tidbits of herself - what foods she liked to eat, the flowers she noticed, how she liked to spend her time - the latter earning him a withering look, implying him to back away from the question, to which he smirked at and held up his hands.

“Hello?” Gale waved a hand in front of her face, realizing he’d been waiting for her response for quite some time. He noticed she laughed unintentionally and licked her lips before she pressed them together. It made his core simmer. 

“Sorry?” She said, tilting her head and scrunching her face a little. 

“Good! We were worried we lost you there - you just,” Gale pursed his lips and his eyes narrowed a little with excitement. He leaned forward and Tav’s lips parted as she inhaled. He tried to steady his wicked thoughts. He noted the soft red brushed across her cheeks, how her iris’s were swallowed whole. His voice slowed, his tone smooth and mellow, “Blushed a smidge, ah… just as you are now….and then froze, faster than you could conjure an ice storm.” 

The silence lingered, the hairs on his arms stood up and he felt magnified. And then she spoke. “No, regrettably you’re stuck with me for now. Don’t get too excited.” 

He did. She returned the retort exactly as he wanted. “Oh, if this adventure has taught me anything it’s that I’ve grown rather fond of you. I would be rather miffed for our paths to part so soon… there’s so much more to do.” 

Karlach and Shadowheart’s whoops of laughter drew a scowl from her and started walking. 

“Don’t be shy!” Karlach yelled to her and Gale laughed.

 Fine. He thought to himself. Tonight. Tonight.

[starburstsystem]

I think we've been animalhearted/animalurge our entire lives. We've always used our vast imagination as an escape when life was really bad. I remember watching Wild Krats and practicing jumping like a caracal or eating honey on toast like a honey badger. I had a hyperfixation on Peter Rabbit as a kid and watched it religiously, hopping around and eating an endless amount of carrots and lettuce. I would always be the cat or dog in family dynamic pretent play with friends. Warrior cats was my favorite thing as soon as my friend introduced me to it at around 10. And then being introduced to How to Train Your Dragon and Jurassic World led to dragons and velocitaptors. My point being, I have always found an incredible amount of comfort and belonging in animal-like characteristics and species, and even when I thought I had grown out of it, I can see it's not something I "grow out of". This is just a part of me. I can choose to ignore it, or accept that I have a deep and familiar connection to certain animals. It's even harder now with the loss of my dog, for some reason. He was one of my rocks in this crazy storm, and now he's sleeping with the stars. Not to mention how much shit I would get from most of my friends and family if they found out.

[1d1195]

So i have reread dolcezza again and i just want to ask (if it’s not too much of a bother) for a little uhh check up (??) is that what’s it called? with them like how is principessa doing and how is her harry doing and all that stuff. 😅

I like the idea of checkup! But it's whatever we want to call them! They’re also on my next round of voting :( Unfortunately their fate is kind of pre-decided and it won't really be a check-in that I have planned for them.

BUT

I imagine they’re currently snuggled in Harry’s bed on his day off. His arms caged around her. He doesn’t want to get out of bed even though he could hear (and feel) her stomach growl. She’s got three texts from Emma, two from James and one each from Ethan and her mom. Ethan’s message is just telling her how much he loves her and it’s not too late to leave Harry and he's known her longer. (One of James is warning her that Ethan was the love drunk version of himself the night before and she should just delete his message). The other is he needs money because he had to pay for his car that got towed when he parked illegally 🙃 Emma sent one long message about how mom is the worst and her mom’s was a complaint about how frustrated she is by Emma and misses her dearly. But for now she chooses to ignore them. That is a huge deal for her and it's something she'll deal with later but not right now. That is the important part--the part that makes Harry so proud of her.

Harry is cooking for her, no shirt, still partially asleep. He's barefoot and she's just sitting at the kitchen counter looking at him. Almost as if she's studying him. "Something the matter, Principessa?" And the answer is no because what could be the matter? Harry's the best thing that ever happened to her and she is so utterly in love, so safe, and just feels so warm in his house.

"Just love you," she shrugs.

He smiles at the eggs he's frying and she swore he was blushing a little. "I love you too, kitten," he answered.

She could say more. Tell him about how she's stressed about a few things with work and her family. That she misses Eleanor and Louis. She wants to go visit them but feels burdened by the people around her needing her.

But instead she revels in the feeling of her pretty boyfriend making her breakfast and the way he smiles and hums while he cooks leisurely. "I think everyone should date someone who knows how to cook," she sighed dreamily as he settled the plate in front of her.

He chuckled, turning to grab his own plate. "Y'know how t'cook yourself, love," he reminded her.

"Yeah, but it's better the way you do it. Like most things."

"Most things?"

"You're really good at putting up with me."

"S'not that hard." he rolled his eyes. "S'not 'putting up with you' either."

He bit into his toast. "All the same," she shrugged and smiled.

He shook his head at her and sighed. "I love you and it's the easiest thing I've ever done."

There's not much that can be said after that.

[owlwithanapple]

Your Hero

He is one of my favorite characters in mha. I want to write a future version of Bakugou Katsuki, I hope you guys will like it. 😘

Part 10.

( Bakugou Katsuki X Y/N )

8pm Todoroki Abode—

After you and Fuyumi came back, you chatted with Endeavor for a while and gave him the gift before taking your seats. After confirming that everyone was present, Fuyumi raised a glass to everyone and said that today is her father's birthday. Let's have a toast.

You were sitting directly across from Dynamight, with Natsuo on your left and Fuyumi on your right. Natsuo was acting strangely when he saw you. You were wondering if he was warning you?

Fuyumi’s signature dish Kaarage Chicken for you to try. You take a bite and chew it in your mouth, Fuyumi's Kaarage Chicken is still as delicious as before!

"Fuyumi! It's so delicious! Give me the recipe and teach me!" You pulled Fuyumi and said.

"Y/N, can you cook?" Fuyumi asked you curiously.

"Eh? I..." You covered your face shyly.

"Then what do you eat in the United States?" Endeavor asked.

"Fast food...and...fat-reduction meals...I can only fry eggs and bacon..." You covered your face.

"Y/N, this kind of eating habit is very unnutritious." Rei said worriedly.

"When I was preparing the ingredients and cook, an urgent task suddenly came up and then..." You said in a giggling tone.

"Since today is here! I order you to eat more!" Endeavor said loudly.

"Y/N~Endeavor gave the order~" Hawks said with a smile.

"Then I'll eat more today..." You scratch your head.

"Natsuo, when you said the girl who spilled the water just now, did you mean her?" Touya suddenly mentioned.

"Hey!" Natsuo gestured to Touya to shut up.

"Spill the water?" Dynamight wondered.

"When?" Deku asked.

"Shit." Hawks said something was wrong.

You put down your chopsticks and glared hard at Natsuo. He had already sensed that something was wrong and quickly left his seat and stood far away. This is what matters most to you. It is also a side that makes others have a bad impression of you.

The first time you met Endeavor, you were so nervous that you accidentally spilled water on Endeavor. Although Endeavor is not angry, Natsuo always uses this matter to make things difficult for you.

You admire Endeavor so much that you don't want to lose your temper in front of him. Today you dressed up specially to make a good impression. It turned out to be messed up now because of Natsuo's mouth.

"Na...tsuo..." A gust of wind suddenly blew up around you, and you glared at him.

"What should do! Kacchan!" Deku became nervous.

"How do I know!" Dynamight yelled at Deku.

"This is the first time I've seen Y/N look so murderous..." Shoto said calmly.

"Y/N, I didn't care. After all, it's past tense. Can you please let my son go?" Endeavor tried to comfort you.

"Oh! Okay!" You smiled happily and continued eating with peace of mind.

"You deserve it Natsuo." Touya whispered.

"Touya, you are really good at choosing topics." Hawks smiled.

"Stop teasing Natsuo." Rei persuaded Touya.

After the wind cleared, Natsuo carefully returned to his seat. Fuyumi tried to persuade you and Natsuo to make peace, but you ignored Fuyumi's words and Natsuo continued to eat your food.

You almost broke out, after all, this is dark history. The table fell silent. Natsuo glanced at you and knew that you were ignoring him. He shouldn't have made fun of you, he feels a little guilty and sad now because you ignored him.

At first just bumped into you accidentally, but in the end was attracted by your look back and smile. He admitted to himself that he really fell in love with you at first sight. He been thinking about you every moment since the afternoon, but you ended up sitting next to him and he pissed you off.

Touya's mention of that incident caused the current atmosphere to become awkward. Fuyumi wants to persuade to reconcile but doesn't know how to speak. Endeavor and Rei looked at everyone worriedly.

From the withdrawn personality you used to be, you have become such a cute and sunny girl now. Natsuo is already obsessed with you, you are exactly his type. Now that he has met you, he decided to seize the opportunity and not want to miss you.

Natsuo wants to risk his life!

Natsuo reaches out to you. Everyone here looked at you two with surprised expressions. Fuyumi poked you with her arm and told you to look at Natsuo. You turned to your left to see Natsuo blushing and reaching out to you.

"Y/N...I'm sorry. Can you make peace with me...?" Natsuo said with trembling hands nervously.

"Natsuo..." You were surprised to hear his apology.

"Everything I said is true... I really want to reconcile with you." Natsuo is looking forward to your reply.

You know he is stating the facts because it happened. He is usually very easy-going, but he still cares about the feelings of the people around him. Looking at his trembling hands, you felt that he really wanted to make peace with you.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Natsuo was still nervously waiting for your reply.

You lower your head and think about how you should face him... You thought of it! You handed the bowl to him and he took it from you with a confused look on his face.

"Give me some food and I'll forgive you." You smiled at him.

"Aren't you going to scold me?" Natsuo was confused by your answer.

"I can't deny the fact, and I have no reason to be angry. So we reconciled." You said with a smile.

"Haha, I really don't understand you." Natsuo let go of his uneasiness and felt happy.

"Go! Natsuo! Get all the meat Hawks cooked!" you ordered.

"No problem!" Natsuo picked up the chopsticks and prepared to pick up the meat.

"Hey hey, it's a good thing that you two have reconciled. Why are you uniting against me?" Hawks pointed at you.

"Great, it's settled." Rei said heartily.

"Natsuo has become stupid." Touya said.

"What are you talking about! Touya! You're not talking too much!" Natsuo pointed at Touya.

"Kacchan, what's wrong?" Deku asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just unhappy..." Dynamight said calmly.

"Then eat more meat, Bakugou." Shoto said.

"Huh, reconciliation is a good thing. I can finally eat in peace." Endeavor reassured.

"Hehehe..." Rei was laughing secretly.

"What's wrong, Rei?" Endeavor asked.

"Actually...Natsuo fell in love with Y/N ​​at first sight." Rei said quietly in Endeavor.

"NANI!" Endeavor shouted in surprise.

"What's wrong, dad?" Shoto asked.

"It's okay!" Endeavor shouted.

Finally can have a birthday meal in peace. Fuyumi’s Kaarage is the best! So fragrant and crispy! Really want to learn how to cook for myself. The hot pot soup is also delicious! Ms. Rei’s cooking skills are amazing!

"Ms. Rei! The soup is delicious!" you said enthusiastically.

"Hehehe, your mouth is so sweet, I'm happy if it suits your taste." Rei smiled.

Dynamight sensed that Natsuo was interested in you. Natsuo would always look at you whenever you spoke, and Dynamight was fucking annoyed. Suddenly you felt so uncomfortable, both Natsuo and Dynamight were looking at you.

Although you know they are not enemies, you are afraid and feel pressured. Their gazes really make you feel nervous and oppressive. It reminds you of the time in America when people looked at you strangely.

You closed your eyes and covered your mouth to remain silent, trying to calm yourself down. A while back you put a piece of Kaarage in your mouth, but you forgot to chew it before swallowing it and ended up choking.

Dynamight has noticed something is wrong with you. He quickly got up to get some water and walked to sit next to you. He handed you the water and patted your back gently. You drank the water and felt a little better.

"Are you okay?" Dynamight approached you and asked.

"I'm fine, thank you. Nice timing." You said with a smile.

"Fuyumi! Change!" Dynamight said.

"Oh, okay..." Fuyumi stood up and exchanged seats with Dynamight.

"What are you doing? It's weird!" you asked softly.

"Shut up, idiot!" Dynamight said.

"Are you okay?" Endeavor asked.

"I'm fine!" you said.

Now it gets even weirder....Natsuo on the left and Dynamight on the right. Fuyumi and Deku looked at you with confused expressions, and you didn't know what reaction to give them.

It's weird that you're caught between the two of them. You gave in, ignored them both and continued eating. The atmosphere right now is like a fucking Shura field, and frankly speaking, you would be more comfortable sitting next to Hawks.

"Are you okay?" Natsuo looked worried.

"It's okay, I'm fine." You took a sip of water after explaining.

"Y/N, do you have a boyfriend now?" Rei asked suddenly.

"Huh?!" You almost coughed up the water.

"I'm just curious." Rei smiled kindly.

"No. Currently single. What's wrong? Ms. Rei." You asked doubtfully.

"Natsuo has a chance." Touya whispered.

"Touya!" Natsuo looked at you nervously.

"What's wrong? Natsuo." You wonder why Natsuo is so nervous.

"Wow, No.1. You have a rival~" Hawks said teasingly.

"The fuck..." Dynamight glared at Hawks.

"He's already the No.1 Hero and still has such a bad temper." Endeavor said with a smile.

"The characteristics of Bakugou." Shoto said.

"But looking at Kacchan's back is like seeing Endeavor." Deku said happily.

"Shut up! I am Dynamight! The old man is old man!" Dynamight shouted at Shoto and Deku.

"The hell old man! I'm retired but I'm still as powerful as you!" Endeavor arguing with Dynamight.

"Come and fight! Old man!" Dynamight stood up and challenged Endeavor.

"Come on if you dare! I accept your challenge! Damn you brat!" Endeavor stood up with his whole body on fire and accepted the challenge.

The situation is not good! Dynamight VS Endeavor! You look at Endeavor and then look at Dynamight. The fighting spirit has been ignited and is really about to begin!

"Stop it! Enji! No fighting!" Rei shouted.

"I..." Endeavor calmed down and looked at Rei.

"Ha!" Dynamight provoked.

"Damn you brat!" Endeavor said, glaring at Dynamight.

"I'm quite looking forward to the former No. 1 vs. the current No. 1." Touya said.

"Come on if you have the guts! Scarface!" Dynamight laughed.

"Kacchan, calm down!" Deku tried to persuade him.

"Shut up! Damn Nerd! Don't mess with it!" Dynamight yelled.

The situation was very wrong and you just grabbed Dynamight's hand. Afraid that he would rush over and start fighting and injure others. He was surprised to see you holding his hand and he sighed to calm down a bit.

"Tch..." Dynamight sat down.

"No.1 is also very strict with his wife~" Hawks laughed.

"Huh?!" You and Dynamight looked at each other.

Dynamight glanced at the bottom of the table, where your hand was still holding his. He intertwined his fingers and held your hand tightly. You struggled to get away, but couldn't shake it off. He had a proud look on his face, you blushed and glared at him to tell him to let go.

"Let me go! You Idiot!" You approached him and whispered.

"I don't want it, what can you do to me? Idiot." Dynamight teased you.

You tightened your grip on his hand and knocked it hard on the bottom of the table, causing the pain for both of you to quickly let go. Suddenly a knocking sound startled everyone. You hold your hands to comfort yourself, it hurts more than you imagined!

"Fuck you!" Dynamight held his hand.

"You're the damn idiot!" You scolded him.

"Flirting..." Shoto said.

"No! Absolutely not! I'm going toilet!" You quickly ran to the toilet.

Todoroki Abode is just too big. You walked and unknowingly got lost. If known, you would have asked Fuyumi to lead the away, but so embarrassing just now that you fled the scene urgently.

Which direction did you come from just now? Why does this place suddenly become so strange? Where are the toilet? Where is everyone? You really lost this time! And didn’t bring your phone! Shit!

"Want me to lead the way?" Natsuo appeared behind you.

"Oh!Natsuo! Great! I'm really lost!" You ran to Natsuo asking for help.

"Come with me." Natsuo leads you to the toilet.

"Natsuo, wait for me! Don't leave! Don't leave me!" You go into the toilet.

"Damn... so cute." Natsuo blushed.

You came out after going to the bathroom and saw Natsuo still waiting for you, you happily walked next to him. He took you to a room and took out first aid tools told you to sit down.

"Give me your hand." Natsuo stretched out his hand.

"Oh..." You stretched out your hand to him.

He held your hand applied an ice pack to the hand you just knocked. You were attracted to his current behavior, how caring Natsuo was. It turns out he noticed you hit your hand.

"Does it hurt?" Natsuo asked.

"A little bit." You replied with a smile.

"The knocking sound must be painful," Natsuo said.

"It hurts, but Natsuo applied ice to me and it won't hurt anymore." You smiled innocently.

"Haha, such a sweet mouth." Natsuo looked at you with loving eyes.

"Hahaha~, isn't it cute?" You laughed.

"How do you feel now?" Natsuo massaged your hand gently.

"Much better, thank you, Natsuo." You said happily.

"You're welcome." Natsuo put away the ice pack.

You twist your hand thanks to Natsuo applying ice to it, you can no longer feel the pain. You see Natsuo smiling at you, suddenly you feel a little warm and embarrassed on his face.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" You asked Natsuo.

"Hey! Umm...how should I say this. You have become very beautiful and attractive. Sorry I keep staring at you." Natsuo scratched his head shyly.

"Natsuo, what are you doing...! Saying such strange things..." You blushed shyly.

"That's right. I said something strange." Natsuo lowered his head.

"Go back, don't keep everyone waiting." You stood up and prepared to leave.

"Wait! I have something to say!" Natsuo suddenly grabbed your arm.

You felt Natsuo's hands were cold. But his face was already red. You start to get nervous. What on earth was he trying to say? Why is his face so red? Do you have expectations for him now? What do you expect him to say?

You took a deep breath, and told yourself not to think too much. Maybe it was because the room was hot that he blushed. Don't worry, maybe just talking about something important.

"Okay..." You are inexplicably nervous and listen carefully.

"I'm telling the truth." Natsuo said seriously, holding your hand.

"I'm listening." You responded to him seriously.

"I fell in love with you at first sight." Natsuo said it.

"Fuck..." You were really scared this time.

"What do you think?" Natsuo asked you seriously.

"So sudden! I didn't have any idea at the moment!" You said in a panic.

"Really... Then let's be friends first, okay?" Natsuo asked.

"Oh, okay." You reply.

"Let’s go back, everyone is waiting." Natsuo said awkwardly.

"...Okay." You said softly.

You leave the room and walk slowly back. You didn't know how to face Natsuo when suddenly said those words just now. What should do? Is that a confession? If that’s true, that’s really Holy shit!

"Y/N, don't avoid me." Natsuo suddenly turned to look at you and said.

"I..." You are shy.

"I'll prove it to you." Natsuo pushed you against the wall.

"Natsuo...too close." You lowered your head shyly.

"Shit, I'm sorry." Natsuo stepped back.

Although the corridor was dark, you could still vaguely see Natsuo looking at you with a blushing expression. Seeing Natsuo like this for the first time is a bit new and a bit overwhelming for you.

"Welcome back! Y/N. Are you not lost?" Fuyumi said enthusiastically.

"I almost got lost, but I meet Natsuo so came back with him." You said.

You and Natsuo returned to seats and remained silent. Drink some water to calm down. Dynamight saw you and Natsuo acting strangely, and he probably sensed something.

Suddenly the lights turned off and it was Touya who walked in with a cake. You all together to wish Endeavor a happy birthday. Touya placed the cake in front of Endeavor.

Hawks throws a cracker at you, you catch it and stand behind Endeavor with Hawks to prepare the moment. After Endeavor blows out the candle, Hawks signals to you.

"3, 2, 1!" Hawks shouted.

"Happy birthday! Endeavor!" everyone shouted. You and Hawks cracked the crackle at the same time.

Applause rang out, you felt happy for Endeavor when you saw his smile. This is probably the first time Todoroki's family celebrates his birthday together. The old grudges were ended.

The atmosphere was so exciting that Endeavor shouted to come the competition and drink. Hawks pulled you along. The rules are simple. In rock-paper-scissors, losers will be punished with a drink, and those who are tied will drink at the same time.

It's your privilege to drink with your heroes. Sometimes you drink alone in the United States. You muster up your energy and hold the wine glass ready to fight. Everyone came to watch excitedly.

"Y/N! Come here! You in the first round!" Endeavor shouted.

"Come on!" you said.

The two of you put the wine glasses on the table and Hawks opened the bottle and filled the glasses.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" you and Endeavor yell.

You play scissors, Endeavor plays rock. You lose, you have a drink.

"The hell?" you asked Hawks.

“Endeavor’s Reserve Wine,” Hawks said.

"Come on! Keep going!" Endeavor shouted.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" you and Endeavor yell.

You play rock, Endeavor plays scissors. He loses, he drinks.

"Hoo! So good! Come again!" Endeavor shouted.

"Okay!" You continue.

"Y/N! Woohoo!" Fuyumi shouted.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" you and Endeavor yell.

Both you and Endeavor play scissors. You both drink together.

"They're tied," Rei said.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" you and Endeavor yell.

You play paper, Endeavor play scissors. You lose, you have a drink.

After 7 games, your body has started to feel so hot that feel faint.Didn't expect Endeavor to be so good at drinking, and he shows no sign of being drunk until now.

You have begun to sweat and become hot because of the strong alcohol. You remembered that you were wearing a cropped tank top underneath, so you tied your hair into a ponytail and unbuttoned your shirt to reveal your graceful figure. Dynamight and Natsuo swallowed when they saw it.

"Y/N! What are you doing!" Rei shouted.

"I'm so hot! Need to cool down! Come again! Endeavor!" you shouted.

"Interesting!!" Endeavor continued.

"Wow...it's really a big deal." Hawks was surprised.

"Deku! Pour!" you and Endeavor yelled.

"Okay!" Deku quickly filled the wine glass.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" you and Endeavor yell.

You play paper, Endeavor play rock. He loses, he drinks.

After a long battle you are starting to feel drunk. Endeavor sitting in front of you is a bit blurry. This time you drank more than you usually drank. You refused to admit defeat and picked up the wine glass to signal Deku to pour more.

"Dad, that's enough! Y/N is already drunk!" Natsuo stopped Endeavor.

"I can do it! Natsuo!" you said excitedly.

"Very good! You have the guts! Pour!" Endeavor shouted.

"Rock-paper-scissors!" you and Endeavor yell.

You play paper, Endeavor play scissors. You lose, you have a drink.

You picked up your glass were about to drink it but Dynamight snatched and drank it himself. After he finished drinking, he put the wine glass on the table, took off his coat and wrapped it around you. You leaned into his arms.

"Why did you steal my drink? I'm so hot, take your smelly clothes away~" You looked at him drunkenly.

"Shut up and don't take off the coat! Exhibitionist!" Dynamight said to you.

"I haven't had enough fun yet, I still want to drink~ Please~ Hedgehog~ I know your best~" You hugged his arm and begged him.

"Wow, it's so erotic..." Touya said.

"Look away! Idiot!" Dynamight scolded Touya.

"Bakugou! Will you help her drink?" Endeavor shouted.

"I can continue..." you whispered.

"Shut your mouth! Fuyumi, keep an eye on her! Don't let her take off the coat! Help her cool down!" Dynamight shouted.

"Ohoh ok." You leaned into Fuyumi's arms and she used ice Quirks to cool you down.

"It's so cold..." You felt sleepy because Fuyumi helped you cool down.

"Change the player! I challenge you, Endeavor!" Dynamight raised the glass.

"It's your turn to help her drink! It's fun! Come and keep pouring!" Endeavor shouted.

"How's Kacchan's drinking capacity? Because I've never seen him drunk." Deku asked curiously.

"Bakugou is dad's drinking buddy. Sometimes he and Hawks come over to have a few drinks and chat when he has free time," Shoto said.

"Who will win?" Rei suddenly asked.

"Bakugou. Dad sometimes gets drunk and Bakugou can still drink." Shoto said.

“No.1’s drinking capacity is really good.” Hawks said.

"The great thing about Dynamight...is that it can drink." Touya said.

After a few rounds of the Dynamight battle, Endeavor was already drunk and fell asleep on the ground. Today is Endeavor's birthday, and the birthday boy himself is drunk. Rei said that everyone can drink as much as they want and if they get drunk, they can spend the night at their house.

Dynamight opened an extra bottle of wine and sat in the courtyard with the others to continue drinking, except for Fuyumi and Rei who were taking care of you. Fuyumi looked at you sleeping soundly and gently stroked your head, like an older sister coaxing her younger sister to sleep.

Rei covered Endeavor with a quilt to prevent him from catching cold. Knowing that he would definitely have fun today, Rei didn't stop him and let him run wild. After,Rei went to the kitchen to prepare some snacks for everyone who was drinking.

"Kacchan, you are so awesome. You can actually beat Endeavor in a drinking competition!" Deku admired him.

"You still stay sober. How do you usually drink?" Shoto asked seriously.

"Damn it! You guys so bad!" Dynamight shouted.

"I really admire No.1 for being able to drink so much. I'll have to trouble you next time when I drink~" Hawks laughed.

"Bakugou, I will compete with you next time." Touya took a sip of wine.

"Dad was so excited that he fell to the ground." Natsuo laughed.

"I'll prepare the room and go to it when you want to sleep." Rei smiled.

"Thank you, Ms. Rei." Deku thanked him politely..

"Mom, where is Y/N?" Natsuo asked.

"Y/N will sleep in Fuyumi's room. It will make me feel at ease if someone takes care of her." Rei said.

"Really...that's good." Natsuo reassured.

"No.1, you have a competitor~ After all, Y/N is a hot commodity." Hawks took a sip of wine after finishing speaking.

"Shut your stinky mouth, damn eagle." Dynamight ate some snacks.

Dynamight glanced in your direction and saw you sleeping peacefully on Fuyumi's lap. He put down the bottle walked over to see how you were doing. Fuyumi said you were so fast asleep that couldn’t get up even if poked your cheek.

"Lead the way , let her go to the room to sleep." Dynamight picked you up.

"Oh okay!" Dynamight followed Fuyumi.

Natsuo felt very reluctant as he watched Dynamight send you to the room. He can't just stand up and drink for you like Dynamight and still take care of you like that.

"Come on..." Touya raised his glass to Natsuo in a toast.

"Hahaha, a bit tricky." Natsuo cheered.

Fuyumi's room—

Dynamight picked you up and walked into Fuyumi's room. Fuyumi laid out the mat, he gently put you down and let you lie down. He covered you with a quilt to prevent you from catching a cold. After stroking your forehead, he stood up and left.

"Thank you, Bakugou. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to lift her." Fuyumi stopped him to express her gratitude.

"You're welcome. Keep an eye on her for me tonight. If anything goes wrong with her, just come to me." Dynamight said.

"Bakugou, you..." Fuyumi was curious.

"I'll go have two more drinks with them. Bye." Dynamight returned to the courtyard.

"Y/N... there is a hero who is guarding you silently." Fuyumi is happy for you.

Part 10 end.

*If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

[tiabritana]

Hob turns his face towards the sun as he reclines back in his chair as he sits at one of the tables outside the New Inn. He ignores the papers he’s suppose to be marking and instead brings a hand up to his face and traces his lips. He recalls with a smile the scene from this morning. One of the rare times all his spouses were present together and co-existing peacefully for the most part.

It started with him being in a rush to get ready for work, having been running late thanks to a certain red-haired giant and dream lord not wanting him to leave the bed.

He had stumbled into the kitchen, attempting to slip an arm through the cardigan he was regretting choosing to wear; when Death handed him a piece of toast with pomegranate jam. She helped get the article of clothing situated as the immortal took a big bite of his breakfast. She moved back to the kitchen and picked back up her mug as Destiny stepped forward and handed Hob a travel mug and his leather satchel.

Hob hastily tried to swallow down his toast and almost choked had it not been for Despair appearing behind him and thumping his back. The piece flying from his throat and being caught by one of her rats.

Delirium bursting into giggles as her eyes followed where the rats had run off to the other side of the room and ended up tipping over into Desire’s lap who just smiled fondly down at their sister and reached up a hand to card into her unruly hair.

He had been ten minutes late by the time he had said a proper goodbye to everyone but couldn’t bring himself to care.

Hob tunes back to the present where his fingers still rest pressed against his lips. He recalls the phantom sensations of his spouses lips against his own and the differences he feels when he kisses each of them.

Kissing Destiny is like getting a glimpse into spanning futures that twist and branch off. There one moment and gone the next. Like a spiraling labyrinth of possibilities ever changing, leaving Hob dizzy and head feeling overfilled with what-ifs.

Kissing Death is like being born and dying. Like taking your first and last breath simultaneously. Like all the opportunities are at your fingertips only to be filled with grief at never having enough time to fulfill all your goals. Kissing Death leaves the immortal thankful for all that he has been given by the being in front of him as he tucks a piece of hair behind her ears making the Endless beam at him.

Kissing Dream is like dipping into an ocean current. He catches glimpse of all beings that can dream. Gets to live their lives briefly as if he is them. All their trials and tribulations flickering rapidly through him, leaving him light headed. But Hob never feels more rooted in reality than when he kisses Dream.

Kissing Destruction is like the rise and fall of civilizations. Being in the middle of battle, blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Like holding the clay of creation, thumbs pressing into the soft lump wondering what to make next. All the potential to create and destroy.

Kissing Desire is like all his fantasies come to life. All the sensual and seduction you’d expect from the personification of Desire, but so much more. It’s similar to kissing Destruction, where his blood pounds and his heart races; but at the same time it’s the most easy thing in the world. Kissing Desire is being able to feel how much he is wanted and how much he wants them.

Kissing Despair makes him want to cry at times. Hob can feel the anguish of all his years when he kisses her, but also the hope at the end of the tunnel. It’s like the end of a good cry, when not all is better yet, but the potential is there. You will get through this. Like lancing a wound and letting it heal.

Kissing Delirium is the most maddening in all the best ways. It’s like losing yourself to the best and worst high. Like every drug he’s ever tried combined, but underneath he feels the most sane he’s ever been. Like tasting colors and seeing sounds. He finds delight in kissing Delirium, and he knows the irony that comparisons brings, but finds the juxtaposition appropriate all the same.

“Thinking about your mysterious spouses?” The voice calls, interrupting his reminiscing. Hob turns to find Addie settling into the previously unoccupied seat across from him.

“Something like that.” The immortal says. He finally turns back to the marking he left and picks up his biro as Addie pulls out her own stack of marking and slides it across the table. Hob groans and massages his temple wondering not for the first time what possessed him to go into teaching.

All thoughts of his spouses and what it feels like to kiss them vanish as the two settle into a routine with biro scratching against the surface of his students essays and Addie’s fingers typing on her laptop.

In the distance a Raven caws and Hob smiles, thinking he should bring Matthew some of his good brandy the next time he sees him.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Christmas One-Shots Masterlist

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A Toast to Now (ao3) - melapplesphan

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Meanwhile, Dan Howell can't quite believe that AmazingPhil - the same guy who ignored his messages 7 years ago - just started chatting with him on Grindr.

Air Hockey (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Christmas fic where neko!dan, who has a horrific past, faces his greatest challenge yet: meeting his fiancé’s family…

all i want for christmas (is you) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: He finds himself huffing out a small, high-pitched laugh that he couldn’t even dream of passing off as part of his natural register. “Hah… yeah. Mhm. Nice. Morn… ing. Yup. Sure is.”

Dan’s smile falls a tiny bit, a hint of confusion flickering behind his eyes. Unfortunately, that’s an expression Phil is all too familiar with receiving.

AU where Dan is Phil's Christmas coworker crush, and awkward boys are awkward.

Christmas Coming Out (ao3) - FandomFeels17

Summary: He didn't intend to come out to his mum in his future mother in law's kitchen at Christmas... But here he was, doing exactly that.

Christmas Dinner - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil go to a Christmas party with other youtubers, and of course, Dan’s worried about who might be vlogging... but vlogging is the least of their worries when they get stuck under a mistletoe.

Christmas Lights - fiction-phan

Summary: “I live below you and I was minding my own business watching the snowfall out the window when I saw a body fall. Are you really putting up Christmas lights right now?”

Christmas with You (ao3) - plinth_of_life

Summary: Dan and Phil spend their first Christmas together as a couple, joining the Howell family for Christmas Eve in Wokingham.

close to me, you are all of me (ao3) - sunflowerwitches

Summary: a little insight to dan and phil's christmas day

december 14th: bundle up, baby (ao3) - watergator

Summary: dnp taking their little kid for the first time to the iom for christmas

there's nothing more exciting than a child's first christmas

Eskimo Kisses and Christmas Wishes (ao3) - philsdrill

Summary: Dan gets a nasty surprise when he at last comes out to his family just before Christmas. Alone and out in the cold, he makes the trip up to Manchester where he spends Christmas with Phil and his family. It’s a struggle for Dan, being in such a loving family environment when he has just been evicted from his own, but Phil does his best to look after Dan and cheer him up as best he can.

Feels Like Christmas - phanimist

Summary: dan's told to go out to get things at the store, despite the fact that it's christmas eve, and he's not all too happy about it until he runs into a cute stranger named phil.

home for the holidays (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Dan and Phil take a moment to themselves while hosting Dan’s family for Christmas.

Home is Where the Wifi Connects Automatically - oqua12

Summary: The wifi at Dan's parents' house is utter crap, which is definitely why he's always so miserable when he visits his family for Christmas. Because of the wifi. (Or at least, that's what he chooses to tell himself.)

I’d Like To Hang Out With You For My Whole Life - cafephan

Summary: In which Phil’s advent calendar is a daily treasure hunt, and Dan has planned everything to perfection.

if you want to be happy (in a million ways) (ao3) - happy_endings15

Summary: “You’re leaving me for an entire week, Phil? What am I supposed to do, just sit around and watch my socks dry?”

“Yes, Dan, you can come too.”

Or, Dan and Phil's first (real) Lester family Christmas.

Kindness (at the End) (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: A story about the Christmas Eve, a wooden chest left by Phil on the kitchen table, and a mission to get the key.

kitchen counter (ao3) - ordanary

Summary: Phil asks Dan to come up north with him for Christmas, some realizations are made in the kitchen, and now Nigel owes Kath twenty pounds.

maybe they're seeing something we don't, darling (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: When Phil invites Dan to the Lester family Christmas, Kath can only assume that they’ve have finally gotten together. Dan and Phil don’t realize Kath’s misunderstanding until it’s a little too late. But, how hard can it be to fake a relationship between them? (AKA: The fic where Dan and Phil are already dating, but have to be put in a fake relationship situation to realize it. Also, they do fluffy Christmas things with the Lesters.)

maybe this christmas (ao3) - blackbirddan

Summary: In all the years they've known each other, Dan and Phil have never been able to spend Christmas Day together. And it's looking like they still can't, even with how much things have changed this year. Unless...

a.k.a. Dan’s family spend Christmas in the Isle of Man.

Merry and Bright (ao3) - ahappyphil

Summary: Dan and Phil host their first Christmas

One of kind (ao3) - winstonlives

Summary: Phil needs to do some last minute Christmas shopping, and Dan decides to join him. This one simple shopping excursion changes everything.

Our First Christmas (ao3) - transdimensional_void

Summary: Dan and Phil celebrate their first Christmas together as a married couple.

since i wrote you last (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan and his letters to Santa over the years

the long way home (ao3) - danthrusts

Summary: Dan’s Christmas Eve hasn’t quite been going as planned. His parents can’t make it home because they’re stuck in some foreign country, so he has to go up north to his grandparents’ house, all along while missing his girlfriend’s Christmas party extravaganza. Throw a train, two annoying girls, a small town diner, and a cute boy with pale skin and dark hair into the mix and he has himself the weirdest Christmas Eve he’s ever had.

through the years, we all will be together (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Martyn comes home for Christmas in 2009 and finally meets Dan, that guy his brother won’t shut up about. Ten years later, and it’s like Dan’s always been a part of the family.

Two of Martyn’s family Christmas celebrations, a decade apart.

What We Are to Each Other (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: So maybe they both suck at communication. Maybe Dan needs to talk to Phil about what they are to each other. And maybe Phil needs to sit his parents down and tell them that big, slightly scary thing about himself. But maybe it'll all work itself out, one way or another.

Winter Wishes - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Christmas is without a doubt Phil’s favorite time of year, and he’s convinced there’s something purely magical about the season. His festive feelings are only amplified when a little bit of Christmas magic brings he and Dan a little closer.

Under the Mistletoe - dxnhowell

Summary: It's no secret that Dan and Phil hate each other, everybody knows it, including their own families. But now, It's the holiday's time, and a Christmas party is being thrown at the Lester's house, and of course... Dan's family has been invited. Dan's being forced to go, even though he clearly doesn't want to but his mother doesn't care. The night quickly changes when Dan and Phil get stuck under a mistletoe.

Yours, Absolutely, Positively (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Like so many things in his new life, Dan was coming to understand that Phil was the only exception.

~Christmas 2009~