#⋆｡°·☁︎ next day's rain

[shouyuus]

chapter two: tell no tales

roronoa zoro; 3,029 words; fluff and angst, enemies to lovers, slowburn, depressed!zoro, ship therapist!nami, dick!zoro bc he cannot process emotions, no "y/n", trauma bonding

summary: in which zoro starts to believe in ghosts

a/n: hi from the new blog friends! yes, i know it's a little confusing, but please bear with me !! this series is indeed moving to here to the new blog, but the masterlist will live on my old blog till i've got all the links up, and i can reblog onto the new one.

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The following hours are a blur of bodies and color, the setting sun bleeding out over the distant sky, the tiny island retreating in the distance as the Merry jolts along the choppy waves. Nami’s hand, Luffy’s arm, Usopp offering to take his midnight watch, Sanji pressing a bottle of something and a tray of riceballs into his hands.

Zoro drinks. And drinks. And drinks.

He drinks until the earth sways beneath him in ways he’s certain isn’t just the rocking of the ship. He drinks until the sky pivots above him, seeping into the darkness of his little corner room. He drinks, and he sleeps.

And he dreams of you.

In his dreams, you’re vibrant and laughing, your cheeks full of color, your lips brushed in reds or pinks or purples. You offer him a freshly made mochi, your fingertips dusted in rice flour. He reaches out for it but just before he can take it, the tiny little sweet splits open to reveal a raw, bleeding heart.

Blood trickles between your fingertips, slicking down your arm like pomegranate juice.

Zoro looks up to find you smiling, but there’s blood oozing down the sides of your face, collecting in the dip of your collarbones from a massive gunshot wound to the side of your head.

You cock your head, offering him the bloodied mochi.

“C’mon, take it! Everyone else got one!”

He jerks awake to a quiet knock at his door and Sanji’s muffled voice from the other side.

“Breakfast, mosshead. Made your favorites — grilled mackerel and miso soup and rice. I’ll uh — keep it warm for ya, but not for long, okay?”

Zoro swallows passed the dryness in his throat, closing his eyes and pressing a hand to his face, shielding himself from the bright orange light seeping in from the little window in the corner. After a few more minutes, he swings himself out of bed, dragging his swords with him down the hallway into the kitchen.

Everyone is there, gathered around the hanging table, talking in whispered tones. They all go quiet when Zoro rounds the door, and Usopp clears his throat, leaning back with a forced lightness.

“Seems like we’ll be hitting the next island soon!” he says, eyes darting towards Nami, who sighs and nods.

“Yeah, it’s only a few more days till we get to the next island,” she says, glancing back down at her hands, “then it’s straight up into the Grand Line.”

Zoro nods, dropping into one of the empty seats and pulling the only fully set tray of food towards him. He stares at the carefully arranged items — the fish grilled to skin-crisp perfection, the miso soup still hot enough to steam, the rice fluffy and sweet.

He picks up his chopsticks.

“Good,” he says, his voice too soft, “the faster we get there… the better.”

It’s strange, how Zoro’s never before believed in ghosts. But now, he sees the shadow of you in everything he does. In the swift swish of his swords through the air, in the flutter of wind in the Merry’s sails, in the rhythmic creak of the planks of the main deck.

He thinks of you, of the sadness that had flickered in your eyes the second before Crocodile (or Mr. 0 as he’s known in Baroque Works; they’d since figured out his name and his ranking, but not much else) pressed the gun to your head and pulled the trigger.

He finds himself reliving the moment, sinking into the infinitesimal space between the breath and the gunshot; he searches it as if there might have been clues tucked in the way your throat had caught or the specific way your lashes had fluttered. He thinks, at least, you hadn’t looked scared.

And maybe, that in and of itself is the mercy.

— — —

He sees you again in Mag Mell, a tiny jewel box island tucked along the edges of Paradise. It’s an island of dreamers, of poets and painters, musicians and mystics, with wending streets papered in silver dust, and houses painted in dessert-bright colors, with pearl-gilded roofs, and golden-tipped steeples hung with glittering crystal bells that tolled by the passing hours.

People here sang easily and laughed freely, and it’s all Zoro can do not to look for you around the bend of every street corner, to jolt at every single peal of bright, unabashed laughter.

You would’ve been so happy here — at least the you from his childhood memories. Guilt claws at his insides. He should’ve done more — should’ve tried harder to save you —

So when he does catch glimpse of you, the you that’s been haunting all his all sleepless nights, he isn’t sure if he’s actually dreaming. But how could he be? They’d just docked hours ago — with Sanji and Usopp off shopping for groceries, and Luffy plowing through the market for food, Nami doing… whatever Nami does in cities like these.

At first, he thinks its his eyes playing tricks — his subconscious toying with him in this place that seems so cruelly perfect for the you of his memory, as if his dreams hadn’t been ruthless enough. But then, he hears your voice, and he’s sure it’s you.

He follows you down one twisting alley, and then another, the streets folding over one another like tributaries to a mother stream. Around the third bend, he loses you, and for a frantic moment, he finds himself spinning around himself once, twice, until a thin pair of arms slams him up against the far wall, painted a deep mahogany red.

“What part of don’t follow me are you not understanding?” your voice is nothing more than a hissed breath, tight and angry and pleading, but it’s yours.

The next moment, Zoro has you flipped, pinning you to the opposite wall, this time in a blinding turquoise, his teeth bared, a sword poised at your throat.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, forcing out the words, his heart a wild, untamed thing beating in his chest, hard enough to sting. His eyes are too wide, searching your face desperately as if looking for a sign, a slip-up that might prove you’re not who you look like you are, and yet —

The wry way your lip twists up has his stomach roiling within him. You stop struggling, tilting your head to look at him in the gather of shadows of the deserted alley.

“What? Forgotten me already? And here I thought dying in front of you would make more of a lasting impression —”

“Exactly,” Zoro bites back, unable to stop his sword from digging into the skin of your neck, a thin line of blood seeping out from beneath your otherwise unmarred skin, “I saw — I watched you —” his throat seizes forcibly over the word die and he struggles for a few seconds before he jerks back, “I watched you get shot.”

You rub at your throat with a ginger hand, drawing it away to stare at the rub of red there, your expression inscrutable.

“Yeah… that you did.”

He whips his sword out to the side before slipping it into its sheath with a dull shink.

You eye it warily, the late afternoon sun creeping into the alley inch by golden inch. It kisses at your toes and creeps up your ankles as you stare at the sword at Zoro’s side.

“That was Kuina’s, wasn’t it?” you ask.

The name slams into Zoro like a gut-punch, and it’s all he can do to keep himself from stumbling.

“So what if it is?” he asks, a quaver to his voice that he almost doesn’t recognize. He turns away from you to stare at the strip of street visible from the darkened alley. A little girl with twin pigtails skips by holding a fistful of multicolored balloons, giggling as a boy races after her, trying to steal one.

“Can’t believe you still have it after all these years.”

“Yeah, well. Call me sentimental,” but his voice is flat, almost sardonic as he turns back to stare at you.

You allow him a helpless grin, “You always were more sentimental than you’d let on. Even when we were kids.”

“You died,” he spits the word out like poison, and you flinch, almost as if struck by it. He takes a deep, steadying breath but makes no move to back down as he asks, “so how the hell are you still here?”

You press your lips, casting your eyes away, your head lowered.

“You’re on a crew with a guy made of rubber — can’t you figure it out?” you ask, rueful and quiet.

Zoro scoffs, “So far as I know, there ain’t no Devil Fruits that can make you immortal.”

You wince again, though when you do speak, there’s a weary humor tacked to the ends of your words.

“You were always smarter than you let on too,” you say, finally looking up, “you’re right. It’s not a Devil Fruit.”

Zoro frowns, unable to keep the intrigue from bubbling up his chest as he watches you.

“Then…” he trails off, waiting.

A golden shaft of sun slants fully into the alley now, finally high enough to hit the side of your face, casting your features into stark relief. Like this, he can see the hollows of your cheeks, the blueness in your lips. But also, the flicker of light that once danced like fireworks behind your eyes.

“It was a deal,” you say, as the sun shifts behind a soft gauzy cloud, tossing the island into a momentary shadow once more, and your face is again shrouded in darkness, “with the Devil himself.”

— — —

“So… you can’t die,” Sanji says, stubbing out what must be his fifth cigarette since the beginning of the conversation.

A half-finished dinner service lays in an array of dishes before you, but even Luffy isn’t reaching out to pick at the remains.

You shake your head, “No, that’s the thing — I can. I just don’t tend to stay dead.”

Nami frowns, “But how does that even work? You get killed, and what — you just… respawn?”

You sigh, letting out a tired laugh, “Something like that. I die, and I wake up the next morning exactly in the last place I went to sleep.”

“Whoa, weird,” says Luffy, finally reaching for the remains of a whole roast chicken, stuffing a drumstick into his mouth.

You nod, “Very.”

Usopp is chewing on his bottom lips, looking concerned, “But… I mean — when you do d-die… does it still hurt?”

You slowly pivot to stare at him, your expression carefully neutral.

Beside you, Zoro shifts slightly, and everyone goes strangely still as they wait for your answer.

“Sometimes,” you say, carefully, “if the person killing me decides to make it hurt.”

Sanji leans back, staring up at the broad canopy of stars above the deck of the Merry.

The silence that stretches over the table is fraught with implication. Eventually, you let out a long breath, leaning back in your chair.

“But you get used to it after a while,” you say, the shadow of a smile quirking your lips.

Zoro narrows his eyes, “You make it sound easy.”

His voice is hard, his gaze fixed on a point just over Luffy’s shoulder. Beneath the low dip of his unbuttoned shirt, you can still see the remains of the scar Mihawk had left him with. No doubt he was remembering his own close tangle with death.

You lilt your head and roll your shoulders.

“What they don’t tell you about dying is that it’s the easiest thing… but easy doesn’t mean painless,” your voice is light and airy and painfully frivolous, “eventually, easy just means that at least… you know it’ll end.”

Across the table, Sanji lets out a breath as Nami gasps. Luffy purses his lips.

“But… as long as you fall asleep in a safe place, then even if you die, you’ll just wake up there again, right?” he asks.

You fix him with a look, before letting out a helpless laugh.

“Yeah, something like that. The only thing is — when you’re working for the big-bads, they tend to make sure you only ever fall asleep somewhere they can get their hands back on you.”

“But you’re with us now!” Luffy grins, puffing out his chest, “so we’ll make sure you stay alive without having to uh — die first. Good?”

Others might only see childish innocence in his words, but you can see the absolute certainty he evokes in the rest of his crew. And that, more than anything else, makes you believe him.

You let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah, okay.”

Zoro grunts as he gets up from the table, stalking off without another word. Nami sighs, watching him go before rolling her eyes and going after him.

Sanji strikes a match and lights up a new cigarette.

“Let him be. He was real beat up after seeing you —” Sanji dips his head, “well, you know. And he’s not what you’d call super in touch with his emotions, I think.”

He shoots you a good-natured wink.

You laugh, a tired, rubbed-raw sound, nodding.

“Yeah. I know.”

Sanji taps off a bit of ash and leans forward, “So — what’s the story?”

“What makes you think there’s a story?”

Sanji blows out a series of smoke rings before reaching over to refill your glass, “Mosshead’s not exactly known for makin’ friends wherever he goes, if you know what I mean,” he slides you smile before continuing, “so if he’s this —” Sanji pauses to cast about for a proper word, “attached… to someone, I figured there’s just gotta be a story, right love?”

You sigh, nodding as you take a long sip of your drink, savoring the coolness as it slides down your throat.

“You’re right… there is a story. But I’m not sure it matters much anymore. We’re both…” you look down at your hands, pale and pink in the fading firelight, “not the kids we used to be.”

Sanji shrugs, “Neither is any of us,” he coaxes, voice gentle, “but that doesn’t mean the kids that we were don’t matter any more.”

You nod, finally allowing the warmth of the fire to wash over you as you sit back in your chair.

“Alright then — it was a long time ago but… we grew up in the same village…”

— — —

“Hey — where’re you going?” Nami catches up with Zoro just beneath the main deck, the hallway scattered with pinpricks of light, seeping in through the cracks in the planks above.

Zoro spins around, his shoulders hunched.

“To be alone.”

Nami sighs, stopping a few steps short of him.

“What’s with you? Aren’t you happy that your — your friend is alive?”

Zoro bears down on Nami, his eyes flashing.

“I don’t trust her — what if it’s not her? What if it’s a —” he waves a hand through the thickening darkness between them, “an imposter?”

Nami’s eyebrows kick up, “What, finally get your hands on a dictionary in Mag Mell?”

“Fuck you.”

Nami laughs, folding her arms as she leans up against the darkened hallway wall.

“Fine, you don’t trust her — but what else can we do? Leave her here for Crocodile and the rest of Baroque Works to catch up to her?”

Zoro tsks, turning around to pace the length of the hallway, every muscle in his body feeling tight and wrung out.

“Wouldn’t matter much — she can’t die remember?”

“Yes, she can,” Nami says, her words harsh enough to stun Zoro still. She stalks up to him, her eyes blazing in the imminent dark. “You’ve almost died once — tell me, was it a pleasant experience?”

A muscle ticks in Zoro’s jaw, but he keeps his mouth clamped shut.

He remembers it in pieces, in fever-break moments and mind-numbing delusions. He remembers the bone-deep ache that had seemed to permeate every inch of his body, of the dull pounding in his head as he tried to piece together what his crewmates were saying to him, sitting by his bedside. He’d known they were there, but he’d couldn’t let them know, couldn’t force him limbs to move the way he wanted.

It had been nothing short of agony.

“Look, I’m not asking you to trust her but at least think — think about the life she would’ve led in Baroque Works. What they might’ve made her do if they knew that every time she died, she’d just wake up in the last place she fell asleep.”

Like this, Nami’s voice is soft, almost silken. A spate of unease slithers down Zoro’s spine.

Zoro stares down at her. It hadn’t been so long ago that he’d regarded Nami with the same kind of vague distrust.

“Think for a second, about the suicide missions they would’ve made her take.”

Those words ring through Zoro like a death knell, and he takes half a step back, his head spinning with the implications. She’s right, he hadn’t thought of the life you’d led; he’d been so caught up on the vast dissonance between the person you were and the person you'd become. He’d been so tangled in his own feelings of shame and anger that he hadn’t paused to think.

Nami sighs and takes a few more steps back.

“I mean. You heard her — just because dying is easy, that doesn’t make it painless.”

“I just —” Zoro closes his eyes, letting a clenched fist thump softly against the wall beside him. A terrible, hot prickling sensation is working its way up the back of his throat, constricting his airways. He swallows hard around it before turning to look at Nami once more.

“I just can’t stand the thought of losing her again.”

Nami lets out a breathy laugh, bobbing her head once. There’s still a steely light to her eyes, but her voice when she finally does speak is soft —

“Then make sure it doesn’t happen again. I mean, what are those three swords for anyway?”

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[softlypossessive]

♡･ﾟ𓏸  Demon Slayer Crushing HC  𓏸･ﾟ♡

♡ Characters: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, gn!reader ♡ Warnings: Fluff, comedic obsession, feral affection, dumb boy behavior, light possessiveness (Inosuke) ♡ Notes: Just some silly, sweet headcanons about the boys crushing so hard it’s embarrassing. I love them. That’s it. Hashiras next?

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🐉 Tanjiro Kamado 

He tries so hard to act normal around you but accidentally zones out when you’re talking because he’s just... staring at you

With sparkly puppy eyes

“Wait, sorry—could you say that again? You just… looked really peaceful for a second.”

Trains twice as hard after you compliment him once

“You’re really strong, Tanjiro!”

Now he’s fighting boulders in the rain like it’s a romantic training montage

When you’re sick or hurt, he goes into Big Brother Mode™

Becomes your unpaid live-in nurse

Brings you soup, tucks you in, will NOT let you lift a finger

Keeps trying to bake you things

He’s not very good at it, but he’s determined

One day he shows up with slightly burnt mochi and big hopeful eyes

“It’s not too hard, right? You can still chew it?”

Has 100% memorized the exact way you laugh

Hears it across camp and turns like a sunflower to the sun

Writes your name in the dirt with a stick and immediately blushes and erases it

But does it again the next day

One of the only people who listens when you talk about small stuff

“I like plum blossoms” you had said once absentmindedly

Two weeks later he hands you a hairpin carved from plum wood

Will not realize you like him back unless you spell it out

You could kiss him and he’d be like :3

“They must be really affectionate! Wait—”

The second you confirm you like him too?

He gets so flustered he almost forgets to breathe

Smiles so bright he practically glows

“I’ll protect you with everything I have.”

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You’re exhausted, a little scraped up, and trying to insist you’re fine. Tanjiro isn’t having it.

“No, sit. Please.” His brows are furrowed, voice gentle but firm as he presses a cool cloth to your forehead. “You always take care of everyone else. Let me do this.”

You try to argue, but he hushes you with a soft smile—barely there, but warm.

“I’ll feel better if you just rest,” he adds, almost shy. “And… I like being near you like this.”

Your heart skips. His ears go pink. And still, his hands are steady.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma

Falls hard, fast, and dramatically.

Sees you once and is already crying under a tree writing your names together in the bark

Tries to make himself look cool when you’re around

Which means he’s striking weird poses and talking in an unnatural deep voice that immediately breaks into a squeak

Panics if you sit next to him

Like full-body tremble, face-bright-red

“Stay cool stay cool stay cool”

He definitely does not stay cool

Will fight a mountain if you say you’re cold

“I’LL FIND FIREWOOD! I’LL STEAL THE SUN IF I HAVE TO!!”

Writes love letters to you in his notebook

Never sends them

If you ever found them?

He would die

Literally disintegrate on the spot

Whenever you do something kind for him—tie a bandage, give him food—he goes silent and then bursts into tears

“YOU’RE SO NICE TO ME I’M NOT WORTHY”

Overanalyzes everything you do

“They touched my shoulder. That means we’re married, right?”

Surprisingly good at noticing when you’re down

Will act like a complete fool if it means he gets to hear you laugh

If you like him back?

You are his everything

He will cry

He will train harder

He will whisper about you to birds

“I’ll become someone worthy of them!”

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You’re patching him up again—knees scuffed, robe ripped, crying about something and nothing. He sniffles, watching you wrap the bandage with careful fingers.

“You always treat me like I matter,” he whispers, voice wobbling. “Even when I’m a coward. Even when I mess up.”

You blink, and before you can answer, he grabs your hands in his.

“I’ll get stronger,” he swears. “For you. So I can protect you like you deserve.”

Then his nose starts bleeding.

You sigh. He swoons. It’s a whole thing.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira

The moment he realizes he likes you?

That’s it

You're his person now

No angst

No confusion

“YOU’RE MINE!!”

Tries to court you the only way he knows how

 Backflips into rivers, headbutts trees, fights two boars just to flex

“LOOK, LOOK, I’M FAST. I’M STRONG. YOU LIKE STRONG, RIGHT??”

Brings you “gifts”

Like a wrench, a door hinge, a rock shaped like a potato

“IT’S SHINY. IT’S COOL. KEEP IT.”

Doesn’t understand boundaries

 Will sit next to you while you’re eating, sleeping, brushing your teeth

“IF I’M NOT NEAR YOU, HOW WILL YOU SEE HOW AMAZING I AM???”

When you confess?

He just nods, like it confirms what he already knew

“OBVIOUSLY YOU LIKE ME. I’M THE BEST. COME WATCH ME PUNCH THIS TREE IN YOUR HONOR.”

Immediately starts calling you his

Loudly

“THEY’RE MINE. BACK OFF OR I’LL BITE YOU.”

Will 100% fight Zenitsu daily to assert mating dominance

“YOU STAY AWAY. I SAW THEM FIRST. I HAVE CLAIMED THEM ALREADY.”

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You help him pull a splinter from his hand. That’s it. That’s all it takes.

The next morning, he’s sitting at your side like a feral cat who’s decided you’re family now.

“You fixed my hand,” he grunts. “That means you’re mine.”

You laugh. He scowls. “I’m serious! You belong in my pack now. Don’t wander off.”

He follows you everywhere. Drops random things in your lap. Fights Zenitsu twice before breakfast.

When you finally ask why he’s acting like a territorial forest spirit, he puffs out his chest and says:

“Because you’re important. Duh.”

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[monstertreden]

◡̈⋆🅷🅸(●’◡’●)ﾉ!! saw that requests for writing is open, so I would like to politely and gladly request this 🤍

mutual pining with optimus prime and human fem reader!! and if possible, the timeline in the bumblebee film (2018) please. optimus is confused about the blossoming feelings he has for reader and seeks help from bumblebee since he has been on earth longer and assumes he knows better haha!! bumblebee is like his wingman :3c

sorry for yapping, but this is my request please and thank you 🥹🫶🏻 have a good one!!! <33

☁︎ RAINY DAYS ☁︎

-Reader: FEM reader  -TW: none -Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers 2018 movie) -Summary: Optimus develops a quiet, protective affection for a human companion, treasuring their moments together. -Word count : 1453 -A/N: Ahhh this was so cutee!! I've tried my best, anon! :) It took me a bit to polish this one just trying to catch Optimus character better :3, hope you like it! . . . I love big robots.

The Prime stood in quiet contemplation, his optics flickering with the weight of his thoughts. Today the "Autobots base" was noiseless, except for the only sound in the room that came from a small TV. Its screen casted a faint glow, as his loyal companion, Bumblebee, zapped through various channels, each displaying what he presumed was human entertainment. The great leader of the Autobots had faced countless battles and made decisions that shaped the fate of Earth itself. Yet, now, he was confronted with a challenge that left him uncertain… his growing affection for a human.

He turned his helm towards Bumblebee, who was still tinkering with a small rectangular device, undoubtedly another human invention. The scout's dexterous servos moved with precision, his curiosity for human culture evident in every motion. That curiosity he had for humans was something else, Bumblebee had always been adept at understanding humans, particularly one individual who had become dear to the scout’s spark, a connection Optimus couldn’t quite wrap his helm around.

"Bumblebee, my dear friend." Optimus's voice rumbled inside the shed, to which the scout beeped in acknowledgement, blue optics lifting from the small device he held. For all his wisdom and experience, Optimus found the nuances of such personal connections… elusive, particularly when it came to matters involving a certain earth native. "I find myself in need of your counsel…” his voice steady but laced with an uncharacteristic hesitance. “…might I ask, how does one get acquainted with an earthling?”

Bumblebee's optics brightened with amusement. Lately, he had seen the Prime’s subtle shifts once he got closer to their human friend. To see the unshakeable pillar of their team, a leader who rarely wavered, seeking guidance on something as deeply personal as affection, from him! Knowing full well that too much teasing could get him grounded, once again, by the big boss, he suppressed a teasing comment.  

Shifting between radio stations, Bumblebee spoke "—that’s it!—might as well spend quality time with her—boss!”

The idea of approaching a human affectionately weighed heavily on Optimus. Deep down he was lost in thought, the alliance between humans and Autobots came first. However, this particular human had earned his respect, and gradually, he found himself warming up to her presence.

It was unexpected…

Ever attuned to his leader's demeanour nuances, Bumblebee softened his  veiled teasing, followed by his next suggestion “---You all go for--- a Joy Ride!---”

Racing with a pick-up truck? That would be too risky, perhaps even impractical. His alt mode was functional, built for resilience and reliability, not for speed or flashiness, neither a sports car nor a sleek vehicle.  It was a step he could take, though at his own pace.

"I thank you, dear friend" Optimus said, a note of gratitude in his voice. "Your insight is... most valuable."

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The sky had darkened, thick clouds gathering as a gentle rain began to fall. Subsequentially, the steady rhythm of the droplets intensified, each drop falling heavier than before. Amid the relentless rain, another sound broke through the downpour. It was the distinctive hum of an engine, accompanied by the sharp, glowing brilliance of the four headlights piercing through the rain. The pickup truck stood resolutely by the side of the road, its metallic frame shimmering as droplets clung to its surface.

The truck had been waiting patiently for an indeterminate time as then, through the haze of rain she appeared, huddled under a small red umbrella. Illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlamp, Optimus watched as she approached, her steps careful on the slick pavement. Once she reached his side, the door unlocked with a quiet click, inviting her inside. “Finally—” trembling, she climbed into the passenger seat, the door closing firmly behind her.

Inside, she was enveloped by the warmth of the front seats, a stark contrast to the cool rain outside. She set her umbrella aside and leaned back in the seat, with a contented sigh. "Thanks a lot for picking me up, Optimus" her voice resonated in his spark “I’m terribly sorry, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long under this damn rain! I swear, my weather said it was going to be cloudy...totally not this??”

"It is no trouble," Optimus replied, his voice a gentle rumble through the speakers. “I wouldn't want you walking in this kind of weather, you might get hurt. Never hesitate to give me a call, little one.”

Soon enough the engine started, and they drove in comfortable silence, the rain creating a soothing backdrop. Optimus found solace in these quiet moments, the presence of his human companion filling the space with an unspoken connection. He relished the opportunity to simply be near her, to share in the simplicity of the moment. This was his kind of “Joy ride”, a serene, intimate experience far removed from the high-energy adventures Bumblebee often took part in.

As they neared her home, the glow of streetlights casting soft halos on the rain-slicked road, she turned slightly, her gaze thoughtful. "You know," she began "I’ve always appreciated how you make time for me. It means a lot."

Optimus's spark swelled with an emotion that, despite his longevity and vast experience since he first came online, he was still learning to fully understand. "Your companionship brings me a sense of peace," he admitted, the sincerity in his tone unmistakable. "It is a privilege to be a part of your world."

Her hand reached out, soft fingers brushing against the dashboard in a gesture of affection. “And it's a privilege to have you in mine, truly"  she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. She knew he could hear her, loud and clear, even if he didn’t respond immediately. There was a quiet understanding between them, one that was broken by his warm voice, drawing her attention.

“Would you like to hear some stories, my little friend?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ

An hour had passed, her eyelids grew heavy and she found herself lulled by the light sway of the truck. It was a rare moment of peace in a world often filled with chaos. Here, cradled in the safety of Optimus Prime, she allowed herself to drift into a peaceful slumber, trusting completely in the steadfast guardian who was carrying her home.

“---This brings many memories in my circuit” Optimus mused softly “The first steps we Autobots took on your lively, vibrant planet. It’s a bittersweet feeling, filled with nostalgia…” His words trailed off as he realized she had succumbed to sleep, her form gently resting against the cushion seat. “oh…” His words had continued longer than he intended. She had fallen asleep, her head resting against the cushioned seat.

His engine hummed quietly as he turned the corner by her house. With a slow, deliberate movement, the Prime transformed. His massive frame shifted awkwardly, yet he was careful enough to avoid any disruption.

With utmost care, his servos extended towards her,  cradling her sleeping form. She stirred slightly but did not wake, her trust in him evident in her relaxed posture. As if in the hands of someone who would never harm her.

Attentive optics caught sight of the slightly open window. Soon, Optimus approached it, parting it with a click, careful not to make a sound. The rain had all but ceased, leaving the night air cool and fresh. With ultimate precision, he laid her down on her bed, tucking the blanket around her in a gesture that felt almost human. He lingered for a moment, his optics soft, his gaze filled with a tenderness that reflected his deep sense of protectiveness. She was safe here, in the comfort of her own room, sheltered from the outside world.

He stood there for a moment, his optics soft as he gazed at her peaceful expression. "Goodnight," he whispered, his voice a deep murmur. "May the stars always guide you."

.ᐟ.ᐟ

As he quietly stepped back from the window, miraculously avoiding breaking the glass, the Prime remained near her backyard, his massive form casting a shadow over the wall of her house. The soft hum of his systems settled into a quiet vigil, ensuring her safety throughout the night. There Optimus found solace in the knowledge that, for now, as long as he was with her, she would be safe and sound. With the Autobots' base under control, he decided to linger near her home, keeping a watchful optic on her,  a silent but devoted promise of protection and care.

The faint light of the stars reflected in his optics as the night enveloped him while he transformed back into his vehicle mode.

Tomorrow would be another day.

[rainychaoloveshack]

hello >:3

AUAHA okay, uhhh. Continuation of the Night Owl!Reader X Silver?

What I had in mind was something about Reader passing out on him. Whether it’s in public, at home, etc., just something like that. Sorta like a parallel to the other one!

Idk, I’m not very specific just so you have a lot of creative freedom. Love your work!! <3

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞-𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

sleeping on silver seems to be the highlight of tonight, after an eventful day (with an unfortunate ending).

⋆°•☁︎ content . silver x gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff, reader is mentioned to be a night owl (staying up late often)

☂︎ wc. 1k ☂︎ a/n. i think i got silvers personality more accurate then last time!! HERE is the prequel fic to this ^^ THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST!! sorry this took a while to come out; i had trouble brainstorming up a scenario idea but i got it!

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!! (i like chatting to you guys!)

“The rain’s not dying down.” Silver grumbles, taking a look up at the sky as you both get settled into the train's waiting area, sitting down on a bench set aside to put your shopping bags on instead of the wet floor, along with some strangers huddled under the waiting area with you two, shielding themselves from the pattering rain. “And the trains are going to be late for another hour or so. Look.” Silver gestures to a digital clock above you two, a large announcement in bold letters flying across the small digital screen. “Ah, just our luck…”

‘THERE HAVE BEEN UNEXPECTED DELAYS. THE NEXT TRAIN IS SCHEDULED AT 00:30. WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE DELAY.’

“I would’ve just taken you in my arms and flew home,” Silver makes a small grabbing motion with his hands, chuckling at the very thought. “But with the rain and everything… We’d both obviously get soaked, huh? Plus, with the shopping bags and all.”

If you hadn’t looked so good for your date today, the flight home almost seems like a pleasing thought. Unfortunately, your shopping bags are also by your side today, so that wouldn’t even be a viable option.

Silver shifts around in his spot, his gloves emitting a soft, cyan glow that's clear in the dark, damp atmosphere as he messes around with his fingers. “Sorry.” Silver sighs. “I guess I should’ve checked the weather before we went out tonight, huh?”

Now, now, now, it’s not like the rain’s his fault. You tilt your head at his unwarranted, worried expression, wishing you could get rid of his worries with a snap of your finger. With your forefinger, you poke him in the cheek briefly, waiting for a smile to creep up onto his face. Luckily it doesn’t take you more than two before that lovable smile pops up onto his muzzle.

“Aw, come on. It’s not like I’m down in the dumps about it.” Silver chuckles. “We still had a good day here! Nice spots, nice food,” He bends over a bit in his seat, pointing to your shopping bags beside you. “I’m pretty excited to see you in the clothes that you bought…”

With a small nudge from you once he slips his little sentence out, his small chuckles are almost drowned out by every other voice around you, only the pattering rain staying to mix in with his laughter. It sounds so sweet as it always does, especially tonight…

Ah.

A yawn leaves your parted lips, and you hunch over to rest your elbows on your knees, clasping your fingers together with each other as you check the time on your phone. It feels like time’s slowing down as you both wait for the train’s arrival.

“You’re tired?” Silver asks, almost surprised at your fatigue. “You usually stay up way later than this. What’s the deal with tonight?”

Usually on the nights you stay up, your day was filled with nothing but relaxing at home, maybe at most a small trip outside for groceries, or a short walk with Silver to the nearby flower garden.

But today you went everywhere with him; seeing every sight in the plaza and exploring every little store that caught your eye (evidence being your shopping bags themselves). 

Plus, his presence here is pretty calming, especially with the hustle and bustle of everyone else, with the tapping of their feet and complaining about the rain, the delays, or the time. Paired with annoyed protests about their now-drenched clothing, or their wet bags and whatnot, and calling family or friends to tell them about the situation. Maybe some people here are missing something? Maybe a late-night show? Or perhaps it's just the irritation of the day finally getting to them, now wishing to rest so snugly in their bed and fall asleep. You understand that feeling well.

While deep in your thoughts, you lean back onto the bench and stare down at the floor, watching the puddles ripple with water droplets from above and flow into the pavement. It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open.

“You can lay your head down on me, you know.” Silver says softly, the chattering from the strangers around you, along with the rain hitting the roof of the shelter area, almost drowning out his voice from the haze of your exhaustion. You lean in closer to hear him better, and the moment you do so, it's a breeze to tune out every other voice around you. “You don’t have to be so stubborn about it. I don’t mind.”

As soon as you’re given his permission, you set your bags down on the floor near his feet, settling your body down on the now open spot on the bench and laying your head on his lap, shutting your eyes, the soft fur from his legs and the heat from his body soothing your exhausted heart.

“That was fast.” Silver chuckles, the back of his fingers brushing across your cheek. “You’re reallll tired, huh?”

So soft. He’s so warm, and the rain’s so cold, but he’s here with you. Just you. So warm…

So…

“[Name].” Silver says, brushing his finger across your cheek to draw your attention, yet you don’t fidget or budge at his touch. “You never told me what you bought for me at that store you went into. Er, mind if I take a peek?” Even with his words, you don’t respond to him; you can’t.

“Ah, [Name]?” Silver brushes his finger against your cheek, the fabric smoothing over your skin as you stay asleep, already deep inside a dream; a sweet one at that. “Awe, come on [Name], so soon…?” He whispers, his nose scrunching at your resting form, but it fades as soon as it comes, replaced with a small smile. He’s hesitant at first, but slowly his hand comes to pet your head affectionately, a bit nervous to wake you up, but you don’t stir around in the slightest.

“The train will be here soon. And once we get home, I’ll even tuck you in. Hehe.” Silver murmurs to the resting you. “I won’t look at your little gift, so show it to me tomorrow morning, okay?”

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

Tom x female reader where they are both in the wrong place, drugs, cigarettes both have a bad influence on each other but at the same time they can't live without each other

ADDICTED | TOM KAULITZ

TW: TOXIC RELATIONSHIP AND HEAVY USE OF DRUGS

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you met tom in a bathroom, of all places. it was 3:43 a.m., the tiles were sticky, and the music from the club throbbed through the walls like a pulse you couldn’t escape. he stood under the flickering light, dreadlocks tied back, cigarette hanging from his lips, eyes hooded and unreadable.

you were there with someone else. he was too. but none of it mattered once your eyes met.

“got a light?” you asked, holding up your cigarette even though you already had a lighter in your purse.

“only if you give me a drag.” he replied, and that was the beginning of the end.

it started with smoke breaks. sharing joints outside of afterparties, fingers brushing, eyes lingering. you talked about nothing and everything — music, pain, childhood memories that still hurt when you pressed too hard. he told you about nights on the road that blurred into each other, about the pressure, the emptiness, the silence between the noise. you listened like it mattered.

he liked the way you didn’t care. you liked the way he made you feel seen, even when you were disappearing.

the drugs came after that. it was slow.

you didn’t even know what it was — some off-brand benzo he got from a friend of a friend. tom held it out to you between his fingers, smirking like it was candy.

“just one,” he said, “we don’t have to do anything else. just float.”

you were in the back of a cab, legs tangled in his, some song humming from the stereo, your heart already beating a little too fast from the night. you’d spent the evening drinking cheap whiskey in a club that pulsed like it had a heartbeat. the world was blurry around the edges. he’d kissed you in the bathroom stall, hands on your hips, teeth dragging across your throat like he needed you to survive.

you took the pill with a swig of something sweet and bitter.

he kissed your forehead like you’d done something holy.

you ended up in a motel that night — one of those off-the-highway ones with neon signs buzzing through the window and cigarette burns in the blankets.

you never remembered how you got there.

but you remembered the way it felt.

you laughed for hours — at nothing. at everything. he told you stories that made no sense, and you told him your secrets like they didn’t hurt. your limbs were jelly, warm and loose, and you melted into him like the whole world had finally stopped demanding anything from you.

he pulled you into his lap, fingers trailing up your spine, mouth dragging lazy kisses down your neck.

“you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, “like a dream.”

you made love slow.

then fast.

then again and again, like your bodies were the only way to stay awake.

you fell asleep with his hand between your thighs and your head on his chest, giggling like teenagers in the dark.

and for a moment, everything was perfect.

—

the pills came more often after that.

blue ones, pink ones, ones you didn’t name anymore.

you danced through clubs like you owned them — him behind you, his hands on your waist, your hair stuck to your neck with sweat. everything tasted like freedom.

you’d sneak out the back doors of shows, lips on fire, pockets full of little escapes.

you’d kiss in elevators, laugh until you cried, scream at each other in the rain and make up under flickering motel lights.

you were reckless.

gorgeous.

untouchable.

people called you dangerous.

people called you addicts.

you called it love.

because it was — wasn’t it?

love in a capsule.

in a mirror.

in a song you couldn’t remember the next day.

you wrote your names into the walls of every place you stayed.

you carved your initials into the night like you could make it stay.

but it didn’t.

it never does.

—

then, nights after those, someone passed him a little baggie, and he turned to you like he needed your permission.

“you cool with this?”

you nodded. you always nodded. you both stopped asking questions after that.

so that was the first time you snorted it with him, running back to his house and doing it off a scratched-up mirror on the coffee table at his house, between an empty bottle of vodka and an overflowing ashtray. the lights were low. the tv played something no one was watching. your heart was already a little broken before the powder even hit your bloodstream.

“you sure?” tom asked, thumb brushing your knuckles. he looked fucked up already, pupils wide, lip caught between his teeth.

you nodded. maybe you weren’t sure, but he was your anchor, and if he was sinking, you were going down with him.

you watched him cut two lines, slow and careful. his hands were steady — like he’d done this before. too many times.

you leaned in and did it quick, sharp. it burned. your nose stung, your eyes watered, but then the rush hit, and suddenly the world didn’t weigh so much.

he leaned back, watching you with that crooked little grin. the one that made your chest ache.

“see?” he said, voice low. “not so bad, right?”

it became your ritual after that. bad day? a line. an argument? a line. celebration? a line.

you stopped looking for reasons. it just became part of the rhythm — like kissing, like fighting, like sleeping with the blinds closed because neither of you could stand the light.

—

you knew things had gone too far the first time you watched the needle sink into his arm. there was no music playing. no noise. just silence — loud, thick, and cruel.

you sat across from him on the floor, legs folded beneath you, trembling as he tied off his arm with the drawstring from your hoodie. his lips were chapped, hands steady, eyes far away.

“tom.” you whispered. you didn’t even know what you wanted to say. just his name. just something to keep him here, now, with you.

he looked up for half a second. his eyes were glassy. “don’t freak out, baby. it’s just once. just to take the edge off.”

but you both knew better and it wasn’t just once.

the first time he gave you heroin, he was gentle. he held your face in his hands and kissed your forehead before he slid the needle into your vein. you didn’t want to feel it, but god, when it hit? it was like drowning and floating all at once. the world got quiet. your bones stopped aching.

you melted into the floor with his arms around you, and for a moment, you weren’t broken people in a broken room. you were just… free.

but the fall always came.

you woke up two hours later, heart hammering, throat dry. he was slumped next to you, barely breathing. you shook him until his eyes fluttered open.

“don’t fucking do that to me.” you cried, clawing at his chest like you could keep him alive by force.

“i’m fine,” he said, blinking slo, “we’re fine.”

but you knew you weren’t. you weren’t.

—

there was a week — seven long days — where you tried to stop. cold turkey.

you’d both agreed, in the middle of a comedown that left you sobbing in the shower with your skin itching and your thoughts too loud.

“we have to stop." you’d whispered, curled up in bed, arms around your stomach like you were trying to hold yourself together.

tom didn’t answer right away. he just stared at the ceiling like he was trying to see through it.

“yeah,” he finally said, voice wrecked, “okay.”

the first day, you were angry.

the second, you were trembling.

the third, you puked three times and told him you hated him.

he yelled back, said you were just like everyone around him — manipulative, hollow, cruel.

you threw a glass at the wall. it missed.

he slammed the door and didn’t come back until 3 a.m.

when he did, he was sweating, shaking, and empty-eyed. he crawled into bed beside you and didn’t say a word. just pulled you into his arms like you were the only thing keeping him from disappearing.

day four was hell.

the headaches, the cramps, the screaming fits — you were on fire from the inside out.

“i need it,” you whispered, pacing the room, nails digging into your scalp, “i need something. anything.”

tom just stared at you, pale and hollowed out. “you think i don’t feel the same?” he snapped., “you think this is easy for me?”

you lunged at him, fists pounding against his chest. he caught your wrists, held them tight. you both froze — wild-eyed, breathless, too close to the edge.

“i hate you.” you gasped.

“i know,” he whispered, “i hate me too.”

day five, you broke, but he did first.

you found him in the bathroom, hunched over the sink, powder on the counter, tears in his eyes.

“i’m sorry,” he kept saying, “i’m sorry, baby, i can’t— i can’t do it without it.”

you didn’t say anything.

you just joined him.

—

the fights got worse.

the come-downs were savage. your body hated you. your soul hated him.

you were cold all the time. tired. shaking. empty. and the only thing that stopped the screaming in your head was the high.

he started using more. disappearing for hours. you found syringes in his jacket, in the bathroom cabinet, under the bed.

you were angry, sad, disappointed. you both had saidd days before that cocaine was oay, but you both would've stopped with the heroin.

one night, he stumbled in at 4 a.m, and you were waiting for him — sitting cross-legged on the floor, crying.

“you promised,” you choked out, “you fucking promised me we would stop with the heroin. what the fuck is this?" you cried out, holding a little bag.

he just looked at you like he didn’t even recognize your face.

“what do you want from me?” he slurred, “you think i’m your savior? i can’t even save myself.”

you stood. pushed at his chest. “you’re the reason i ever touched this shit. you dragged me into it.”

“bullshit!” he screamed, voice cracking, “you wanted it. don’t act like i forced you.”

“i wanted you,” you sobbed, “i didn’t want to be like this.”

he exploded.

grabbed the lamp off the dresser and smashed it against the wall. the crash echoed, the light went out, and you both stood in the darkness, shaking, hearts bleeding out of your mouths.

his hand caught your arm.

too tight. too fast.

not a slap. not a punch.

but enough, enough to make you cry out.

enough to leave bruises the next morning.

enough to make you flinch when he let go.

you stumbled back, cradling your arm like it wasn’t even yours.

the look on his face shifted instantly.

all the rage drained out of him, replaced by horror.

his mouth parted like he might say your name, but no sound came.

you just stared at him. silent. trembling.

your breath hitching in the silence, too scared to speak, too angry to scream.

then the anger cracked open and grief poured out.

his face crumpled. he slid down the wall and buried his face in his hands.

“fuck. fuck. i’m sorry. i didn’t mean—”

his voice broke.

you fell to your knees in front of him, crying so hard your ribs ached.

“i don’t want to die like this." you whispered.

he looked at you, tears running down his cheeks.

“i ruined you,” he said, “i ruin everything i touch.”

you crawled into his lap, arms wrapped tight around his shaking body. he held you like you were the only good thing left.

and maybe you were or maybe you were both just sinking at the same time.

“we were supposed to save each other.” you whispered into his neck.

“i know.” he whispered back, “i’m so sorry, baby.”

but sorry doesn’t fix track marks.

sorry doesn’t undo the nights you almost didn’t wake up.

and neither of you knew if you’d survive the next one.

—

a month later, you found him on the floor.

he was blue, eyes half open, lips parted, a needle still dangling from his arm like some cruel joke from god.

your scream cracked the walls, you shook him so hard your hands went numb.

“tom—” your voice was hoarse, raw, “wake up. please, wake up—”

he didn’t move.

you called 911 with shaking hands. you said his name over and over again like it was a prayer. the operator kept asking if he was breathing. you didn’t know. maybe. barely.

when the paramedics came, they pulled you off of him. you were screaming. crying. begging.

they hit him with narcan. once. twice. nothing, then a gasp.

then chaos.

you rode in the back of the ambulance holding his hand, even though he couldn’t hold yours back.

you whispered, “don’t leave me." over and over until your voice gave out.

—

he woke up in the hospital three days later.

white sheets. heart monitor. the sharp, cold light of survival.

you were slumped in the chair beside him, hair matted, eyes red and hollow. you hadn’t slept. hadn’t eaten. just sat there, watching his chest rise and fall, terrified it might stop again.

“hey.” he rasped, barely a breath.

your head snapped up. the moment your eyes met his, the dam broke. you covered your mouth and sobbed so hard your whole body shook.

“i thought you were dead,” you choked, “i thought i lost you.”

he turned his head away. shame bloomed across his face.

“maybe i should’ve been.” he muttered.

“don’t say that,” you snapped, voice cracking, “don’t you fucking dare.”

silence.

then: “rehab,” you whispered, “we have to go.”

he didn’t answer, but he didn’t say no.

and that was enough.

—

it was a private facility, outside the city. green lawns. sterile halls. nice nurses with soft voices.

you shared a room for the first week. you cried through detox. held each other when it got ugly. nightmares, cold sweats, vomiting — the whole hellish unraveling. he screamed in his sleep. you woke up with your hands shaking and your ribs sore from sobbing.

but for a while… you were healing.

he joked again, played guitar in the common room. you started writing. poems, mostly. messy little things about pain and hope and how love can rot.

then he got restless.

“i’m fine now,” he said one night, sitting on the edge of your bed, biting at his thumbnail, “i don’t need to be here.”

“yes, you do. i'm fine too but we need to stay until the doctors say we are fine." you said gently, reaching for his hand.

he pulled it back. “this place isn’t for people like me,” he muttered, “i’m not some rich kid with a coke problem. i’m just… me.”

“you almost died, tom.”

he looked away. “yeah. and it felt better than being sober.”

that night, he packed. they couldn’t stop him. he signed himself out and left while you were at group.

you found his note folded in your pillow.

"i love you. but i can’t do this. not like this. not here.

i’ll get clean my own way.

i’ll be okay.

don’t wait for me.

– t."

you cried like someone had ripped your soul out of your chest. but you stayed. you finished the program. you healed.

without him.

—

you woke up that morning with sunlight on your face.

it was warm — the soft kind that didn’t hurt. it spilled through the rehab center window in pale streaks, casting golden lines across the bed, the floor, your hands.

you blinked a few times and smiled.

you couldn’t remember the last time waking up felt… okay.

tom had been gone for sometime now. not a word, not a text, not even a missed call. it used to tear you up inside, but lately, it just made you determined. because you were almost there. because tomorrow… you were going home.

ninety days clean.

ninety fucking days.

you reached for the notebook on your bedside table — the one the center gave you.

you flipped to a fresh page and started to write:

day 89. i think i’m ready. it’s weird, being proud of myself. i haven’t felt that in a long time. i hope tom’s okay. i hope he’ll be proud too.

you thought about the last thing he said to you — “i’ll be okay.”

you repeated it in your head like a lullaby.

you wanted to believe him.

you pictured him waiting for you tomorrow — maybe sitting on the hood of his car, cigarette in hand, that familiar lazy grin on his face. maybe he’d say, “you actually did it, huh?”

maybe you’d cry.

maybe he would too.

you imagined hugging him and smelling the same old hoodie. you imagined him clean. you imagined a future again.

you put on makeup for the first time in months. nothing fancy — just a little mascara, a little color in your cheeks. the girl in the mirror looked tired but alive.

you told the nurses thank you.

you helped another girl braid her hair before group.

you said, “i’m nervous, but i’m excited.”

you said, “i think i’m gonna be okay.”

and you meant it.

that whole day, you carried a little joy in your chest like a candle you didn’t want to blow out.

the next day, you’d be free.

you didn’t know that across the city, a hotel door had already been kicked open.

you didn’t know he never made it past that last night.

you didn’t know his hands went cold while yours were still reaching.

you didn’t know yet.

not yet.

you got the call at 2:17 a.m.

you didn’t scream. you didn’t cry. you just sat there, frozen, staring at the wall until the sun came up.

they said it was accidental. you knew it wasn’t.

at the funeral, they played one of his demos. something he wrote when you were still together.

you couldn’t listen.

you walked out.

but later that night, you found an old voicemail from him — one you’d saved without meaning to.

“hey. it’s me. i dunno when you’ll hear this. maybe never. but uh… i just wanted to say i’m sorry. for all of it. for not being what you needed. for not making it. i love you. even if i disappear, remember that, okay? i fucking loved you.”

you curled up on your bed, the phone pressed to your chest, and cried until you couldn’t breathe.

he was gone.

but he was still everywhere.

in the smoke. in the silence. in the scars.

you’d never be whole again.

because some loves don’t end — they haunt.

—

you didn’t pick up again after the funeral.

you could’ve. god knows, the grief begged for it. the emptiness stretched wide and loud, like a scream trapped behind your ribs. you thought about it. you thought about the warmth, the quiet, the numbness.

but then you’d see his face, the way he looked in that hospital bed, the way he cried the last night you held him, the way he tried — even when he couldn’t anymore.

and you stayed clean.

every morning, you poured coffee into the chipped mug he used to love. you sat by the window and lit a candle instead of a cigarette. some days, it didn’t feel like enough. some days, it felt like too much.

but you stayed.

you went to meetings. you talked about him when your voice didn’t shake too much. you kept a photo of him in your journal — the one where he was laughing, head thrown back, sun catching in his eyes. no needles. no pain. just him.

alive.

you wrote letters to him that you never sent.

"i’m still here, tom.

i didn’t let go.

you couldn’t stay, so i’ll stay for both of us."

and on the anniversary of his death, you lit a joint but didn’t smoke it.

you set it down by the river where you first told him you loved him.

and you whispered,

“this is for you.”

then you walked away.

still shaking.

still scarred.

but still clean.

because if you couldn’t save him in life,

you’d carry his name in your healing.

and that would have to be enough.

[wonnieluv]

Drive to Survive - l.hs

Summary: Your boyfriend Heeseung has been a driver under Mercedes for 3 years now and has yet to win a race. Nonetheless you’ve been by his side rooting him on since the two of you started dating just under a year ago… or… exactly a year ago now

F1 Driver!Heeseung x wag!reader

warnings: f1 lingo, kissing

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How does F1 star and international heartthrob Lee Heeseung prepare for a race the night before? What the press will never know is that his good luck charm is spending the evening before with his head on your chest as your fingers softly run through his hair while the movie Cars 2 plays on the hotel TV.

Since the beginning of your relationship the two of you decided that no matter what, you did not stay in his room the night before a race. He had a strict schedule to follow and he needed to stay focused. Waking up next to you has become one of his favorite sights but his routine was not something you were going to mess with. That’s why the night before you spend as much time with him as possible.

“How do you feel about tomorrow?” You ask softly as you continue your ministrations

“Mmm worried but nothing overbearing” he says without opening his eyes.

You however… are worried. You trust him and his abilities but the fact that it’s going to be raining HARD for the entire race will never not cause a feeling on uncertainty to fill your chest. Obviously the officials will stop the race if needed but you will worry nonetheless.

“Hmm that’s good” you respond

“I know you worry but I’ll be okay” he opens his eyes and grabs your hand bringing it down so he can give it a soft kiss

“I know… i’ll worry anyways. Someone has to worry for the both of us” you say playfully

He chuckles lightly at your response “mmkay”

The rest of the evening was spent with soft conversation flowing between the two of you until it’s time for you to go back to your room.

“I’ll look for you in the crowd before the race” he says softly leaving pecks on your face as you stand at the door to his hotel room

You smile softly “i know you will”

“Goodnight love”

“Goodnight Heeseung”

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The next day came quickly and now you find yourself checking your hair and makeup in the mirror before finally heading to the track.

Today is the Monaco grand prix so the narrow roads mixed with the downpour to come… let’s just say your nerves were on edge.

You took your seat in one of the boxes as you see his car head out onto the track for the formation lap.

“Please… don’t do anything stupid” you whisper out to yourself watching the lights click down.

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They weren’t even halfway through the 6th lap beford the rain begin to fall. What started as small drops trickling down the window in front of you quickly changed to a much stronger shower.

You watched with bated breath as Heeseung is one of the first drivers to pit for wets. Hopefully the early change of tires will get him an advantage.

The race continued with Heeseung up in P2 behind his rival Park Jongseong in his red Ferrari. The gap getting smaller and smaller as the laps continue.

Monaco is already a tough track to overtake on but in the rain? Risky.

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The race has continued through the rain with Heeseung keeping good pace with Jongseong as they near the end of the race. That is until McLaren’s Sim Jaeyun runs into the barriers and causes a red flag.

As they wait for the track to be cleared the TV catches Heeseung and his team mamd the decision to switch back to dry tires. There’s only 3 laps left in the race and the rain did slow, so if the rain holds off he’ll have an advantage, if the rain continues to pour when they get back on track, he could drop to P3 or even P4 so when they get ready to restart and the rain halted, you watch in anticipation.

As they zip back around the track on the finaly lap, you notice Heeseung aggressively trying to overtake. Your breath held as Heeseung is able to get the inside corner on turn 17 as he finally pulls ahead of the Ferrari.

By the time he crosses the finish line you’re jumping out of your chair with tears streaming down your cheeks.

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When Heeseung finally embraces you he smells strongly of sweat and the champagne that was sprayed on him at the trophy presentation.

“God i’m so proud of you Hee” you say with a smile as you cup his face

“I couldn’t have done it without you love” he says leaning his forehead on yours. You savor the moment of him being so close in your hold.

“I love you Heeseung”

“I love you so much more”

Before you could even argue his statement his lips are on yours as you both smile into the kiss.

You don’t let yourself get too into it as you know he still has press to do but it you still savor the feeling of him in your hold before he’s eventually called away by his PR team.

As you return to his room to watch his interview on the TV after chatting with some mechanics you were familiar with, you catch the end of his interview.

“Heeseung what does this win mean to you” the reporter asks

“Getting my first win means the world to me. I’ve received so much support from so many people in my life and this win was all for them. It was extra special knowing that I got to have my first win with the love of my life watching” he responds with a soft smile

Your heart races at the last statement as you know it just as well as he does that you are stuck with him and you are more than happy with that.

note: this was a little short fic in honor of the start of the F1 race!

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CL16 | Depress girlfriend ☁︎

Summary: Charles comes back to his shared house after three weeks of intense race. But the thing he didn't expect is to find her girlfriend having a relapse.

Warning: Fluff, depression, hurt/comfort

A/N: Here, we talk about depression and some things that it creates : lack of hygiene, not taking care of yourself..

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Depression, that thing that destroys life.

She's under the covers, the rain is hitting the living room windows and her eyes are heavy. Her legs hurt and her stomach growls.

She would scare anyone. Her eyes are red from tears, her lips irritated, her hair messy and dirty. Anyway. She's depressed.

The door of her apartment opens, and she knows it's her favorite Monegasque.

He opens the shutters and sits next to her, giving her a big hug.

''Have you relapsed?'' He asked, softly to not fear her. His hands moving up and down in her back and hair.

She doesn't answer and puts her forehead against his shoulder. She feels tears coming back in her eyes and cry, again. She sob uncontrollably, her body shaking and releasing all the stress she accumulated during the few weeks ago.

His grip around her gets tighter and he puts his cheeks against her hair, knowing that he just has to wait to let her calm down. He keeps rubbing her back until she finally manages to cry less. She separates from him, keeping her head down and can't even look at him in the eyes.

''I-I'm- sorry..'' She said with a weak and shaky voice. Charles put his hand on her cheek, lifting her head up.

''Mon amour.. There is nothing to be sorry about..'' She restarted to cry like a little baby. Charles kissed her tears until they finally stop.

''Have you taken your medicines princess?'' He asked her, trying to not put pressure on her.

She shakes her head as a no. His eyebrow frowned.

''Why bébé ? Talk to me please..'' He stoked her hair with his right hand, keeping his left hand on her cheek.

''I-I..'' She gibberish, tears coming back in her eyes.

''It's ok.. take your time..'' He tries to reassure her and make her talk to him. He hates to see her like that. Since she no longer takes her anti-depressants, she sometimes has days when she feels low. But this time, it's a big relapse. Especially since Charles wasn't there for her because of his three intensive weeks of racing.

She takes her time like he said, taking deeps breaths to calm herself down.

''The reason is stupid..'' She finally managed to say.

''Nothing is stupid when we talk about your mental health chérie.'' He stokes her cheek with his thumb.

''I.. uhm.. It's just that... I had a lot of homework to do and I was lost.. you weren't there to help me and it was like.. I was just incapable of doing my homework.. And I got a very bad grade... then another one... And here I am now..'' She said, trying to not sob again.

He kissed her forehead.

''It's ok chérie. It happens to have some bad grades.''

He retakes her in a comfortable hug and strokes her hair.

''When was the last time you ate ?''

She takes a little time to answer him.

''Maybe two or three days.''

His eyes widened and he put his hands on her shoulders, pulling him back from the hug.

''This is really bad y/n.'' His voice was more firm than he expected. She immediately cried again, looking at the ground, ashamed.

''I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...''

He takes her again in his warm arms, whispering sweet words to her ear.

''No no no no, don't cry chaton.. It's ok.. You know what ? I'm going to carry you to the kitchen and make you a delicious dinner, ok ?''

She nodded against his shoulder, feeling one of his arms going under her knees to lift her up from the couch. She moaned slightly in pain because of her weakness, her whole body hurting.

He walked her to the kitchen, making her sit on a chair, in front of the wooden table. She looks at him making some pasta, her eyes heavy and half closed.

''Mon amour, don't sleep, you need to eat.''

She keeps her eyes open. Charles talked to her the whole time he was doing the pasta, to keep her awake. He knows how much she usually likes his voice and his french accent. Especially when he was talking directly to her. He talked to her about his weeks. When him and Carlos went to paddle, when he was doing his track walk, all the fans he met...

After about twenty minutes, he placed a plate in front of you, full of pasta with tomato sauce. He gives you a fork and a spoon. He put a glass full of water up to your plate.

''Try to drink a bit before eating.'' He sits in front of you with his own plate full of pasta.

She took the glass and slowly drank the water, her throat hurting her.

She caught and started to eat her pasta, Charles looking at her with love in his eyes. Even when she was at her lower, when she was looking like a zombie, when her hair was dirty and messy, when her lips weren't healthy, he was still loving her.

They eat together, slowly. She feels her empty stomach full of food and it makes her feel better.

After their little dinner, he takes her to the bathroom. He undresses her, with her consent, like if she was a little child. He undresses himself and makes her sit in the bathtub filled with warm water. He sits behind her, her back against his chest. He keeps her close to him, stroking her waist and thighs. He helped her to wash her body and her hair.

When they were done with the shower, he dried her hair with a dryer and braid it. He brings her underwear, a short and one of his hoodies, her favorite one. She put everything on, without help this time, feeling already a bit stronger than this morning.

He carried her with his big arms on his shoulder, making her giggle and chuckle. He was so happy to hear her little laugh after so much time away from her. He put her down in their bed, laying next to her. She quickly hugged him and he hugged her back, his hands stoking her back. She bury her nose in his neck, smelling his scent.

''Good night mon chat.'' He kissed the top of her head, nuzzled his nose in her hair.

''Good night Charlie.'' She kissed his neck with a warm and wet kiss and quickly fell asleep in the arms of her lover.

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☁︎‎‎ Chapter 7 - The Happily Ever After₊°

⟡ ݁₊ . Finale ⟡ ݁₊ .

Notes: This chapter is late because my cat died. In honor of him, this chapter is dedicated to him. May Obi rest in peace.

WC: 10k

Taglist: @bready101

Warnings: Smut. I've never written it before, so please be kind.

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6 moons have passed since that... conversation I had with Ellie. Loads of things have happened since then, but the major thing is that Jane was caught and had her trial. That and Ellie has been acting hella weird. Every time I catch her eyes, she blushes like mad and looks away as if my gaze were scalding. When I tried talking to her about it, she just claimed nothing was wrong, continuing on like her reactions never happened. I even caught her staring more than usual, which was already a common thing with her.

“Ellie?” I say, snapping my fingers in front of her face. She had been staring at me again. Blinking a few times, she turns bright red before muttering some sort of apology. “You ok?” My voice edges on concern, and I watch her eyes flick to my mouth before looking back up at me. She bites the inside of her cheek and fiddles with her fingers—nervous habits.

“Fine, I just didn’t know how to ask you this. But would you be willing to go to Jackson with me? Maria and Tommy are having an anniversary ball and invited the two of us…. I figured it could be fun.” Her voice is hesitant, as if she were scared I’d say no. Of course! I’d love to.” She seems to relax at that and sends me a small smile.

“When do we leave?” I ask, fiddling with the fuzz on the back of her deep green couch. Her room was so soothing at this time of day, and her company was even more so.

“I was thinking Wednesday ..?” 

“That’s tomorrow Ellie.. Why do I feel like you procrastinated about asking me?” I ask, raising a brow and smiling. She huffs, and her face flushes once more.

“Hey.. I didn’t procrastinate. Just got busy..” 

“Busy staring at me?” I tease. She sends me a glare before standing and grabbing her cape.

“Ha ha.. I’m going for a walk. See you in  a bit..” Sensing she wanted to be alone, I didn’t ask to come, letting her leave on her own. The door shuts behind her, and I let out a sigh. What on earth was going on with her? Standing as well, I’m about to leave her room when I notice her desk is a right mess. Walking over to it with furrowed brows, I begin to clean it up when I notice what the mess entails. Drawings upon drawings of me cover the desk done in many different mediums. From what I can tell, though, it’s mostly charcoal. Scanning over the drawers, I feel as though I’m looking at something forbidden, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away. Every detail of my face is perfect, from my lips and smile to my hair and eyes. It’s really me. Guilt riddles my senses. Ellie always kept her drawings and journal from me; I now know why. Giving in, I look through the sketchbook, flipping the pages and feeling the thick paper between my fingers. My eyes glaze over every page when a particular page catches my eye. It’s my hands when I couldn’t get the darkness to stop flowing from my fingers. It’s almost.. Enchanting.

Flipping through, the smell of charcoal reaches my nose, my eyes scanning each and every page with rapt attention. Every drawing she’s ever done of me rests on these pages. The hands. The garden. All of it. I stand there in awe before the drawings turn into poems. Deciding that was too far, I closed the journal and rearranged her things back to how they were. My face was so flushed from guilt and awe that I could feel the heat in my cheeks. I knew I shouldn’t have gone through her drawings. Especially not her journal, but she never showed me anything, so I couldn’t help but be curious. Walking away from her desk and flopping onto her bed, I take a deep breath. The familiar smell of pine and rain wafts through my nose, and I begin to feel sleepy. Laying in Ellie’s bed always had that effect. My eyes droop, and I drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up wearing one of Ellie’s shirts and my underwear, with Ellie herself deep asleep next to me. For some reason, I woke up ridiculously early and could not fall back asleep. So, instead of staring at the ceiling, I stared at Ellie. She looked so peacefully sleeping like that. Her usual anxiety was gone, and her brow remained unfurrowed. I still wondered what was going on with her, but I knew better than to press her on it. Moving her one stray lock of hair out of the way, I could see the little scar that went through her eyebrow. I wanted to kiss her face all over, but that would risk her waking up. Instead, I watch her breathe in and out as I wonder what she’s dreaming about. The sun starts to rise as my eyes begin to droop. 

I couldn’t wait to go to Jackson.

The next time I woke up, Ellie was lying underneath me, humming a song as she ran her fingers through my hair. My head rested on her chest, rising and falling with her every breath—a peaceful morning. Rubbing my eyes, I yawned, causing Ellie to stop humming.

“Morning.. Sleep well?” She asked, her morning voice turning me on a bit.

I shift so I can actually see her face before saying, “Mhmm, kinda woke up super early but eventually drifted off. How about you?” 

“I slept alright…” She says a little shakily. I narrow my eyes at her, sensing something else is still going on.

“Right.. So when is this ball for Maria and Tommy?” I ask, sitting up now and facing her. My body still leaned into hers so I could feel the warmth radiating off of her. “Tomorrow…” I give her a look. She was really cutting it close.

“Look, I’m sorry, but I was a little busy with something..” She’s avoiding my gaze.

“With what?” I genuinely had no idea what she could’ve been doing. Ellie wasn’t really doing any training of any sort right now, nor were there any duties for her to do since Joel was still King. 

I watch her shift in her seat and sit up more properly before she says, “Maria needed help organizing the ball.” A shrug ensues, and she continues to avoid my eyes. Now, I wasn’t perfect at reading Ellie. She sometimes displays her emotions very out in the open, but sometimes, like right now, I have no idea what she is thinking. I just had to assume she was being serious.

“Maria….the very same Maria who tries to pull control of Jackson out of Joel’s hands because she doesn’t like how he organizes things, that Maria?” Ellie rolls her eyes at me with a huff. We both know what Ellie had said was total bullshit but that she would never confess.

“Yes.. that Maria..” This time, Ellie surprisingly meets my eyes. I analyze them for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Fine.. if that’s what you want me to believe..” If I was being a little honest, her lies were bothering me. Usually, Ellie never lies unless it’s a joke or she has to for some other situation. But recently, it’s just been lie after lie after lie. I can see a bit of guilt in her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything. Sighing, I get out of bed and grab my clothes. I slip on the pants I was wearing yesterday, and without another word, I walk out of Ellie’s room, clad in her t-shirt.

Jackson is super warm since it’s summertime time. Hence, Ellie has her hair up in a bun and is sporting her usual Converse, and if you look closely enough, my name is written on them with a purple Sharpie. When I asked her about it, she told me I needed to get my eyes checked and shrugged it off like my name wasn’t obviously written on them. She was still acting hella odd but seemed a bit more relaxed now that we were in Jackson.  Ellie and I were sipping our drinks on a balcony overlooking the grounds. Vines covered the stone pillars of the balcony with little flowers sprouting from them. The evening sun basked us in its light while the balcony roof did its best to shield us.

“So… I was thinking…

“You can do that?” I interrupt with a grin. She glares at me with a matching grin before continuing.

“-tomorrow we could sneak off some time? Just have a little us time? I know I’ve been a bit off lately, and I’m sorry,” Ellie says as my eyes gaze into her gorgeous green ones. My heart warms along with my face. I guess it was obvious to both of us that her actions had been off lately, so I appreciated her trying to be nice despite my rude comment.

“I’d love that.” She mirrors my small smile and goes on to tell me about Savage Starlight for the fifteen thousandth time. But as always, I listen to her rave about the newest edition or her favorite characters. This time, though, she stops mid-sentence and just stares at me. I think something is on my face for a moment, so I try feeling it up for something, but she just smiles at me. 

“Is there something on my face?” I ask her.

“Yea... ugliness...” She seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in and was grinning at me. Her joke didn’t hurt my feelings, but I still sent her a glare. “Then stop looking, Moth,” I argued back, sending her another look. She just smiled even brighter before saying, “I never said you were ugly... Just that there’s ugliness on your face.”

“You know most women would’ve thrown their drinks in your face for those kinds of comments,” I say, grabbing my drink ever so slowly.

“Yea, but you’re not most women,” she says, staring into my eyes as if daring me to toss the drink. She seemed to be in a playful mood. I give her a world-winning grin before saying, “You’re right… I’ll drop-kick you. “I kick her foot lightly before she gives me an offended look, “Wha—hey!”

“You started it, El,” I say before stretching on the green outdoor couch. 

Ellie rolls her eyes, “Yea, well, I didn’t think you’d kick me!” My smile smug grin seems to piss her off further, and she tackles me deeper into the couch. My back flattens against it, and I giggle as I look up at her.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” She asks, her grin spreading across her face. My arms are pinned above my head as she looks down at me.

“Just a little..” I say softly, looking down at her lips. Her silver chain was dangling down from her neck and tickling my face. She notices and pokes my side with one of her hands, but not before trapping both my hands under one hand. 

“Ellie, what are you-”

She stops me by pressing her lips to mine in a slow, soft kiss. It honestly takes my breath away. I close my eyes and feel the summer heat mix with her body heat to feel so entirely warm. Butterflies dance in my stomach as her hands trail down my arms to softly let go of me. I begin to lift them, but she pushes on them ever so gently as if begging me to keep them in place. Listening, I let my arms go limp as her hands trail down my sides and onto my chest. Moaning ever so slightly when she begins to fondle my breasts through the fabric of my shirt, I shift underneath her a little.

“We can stop if you want..” She whispers against my lips. Despite her statement about fucking me, well, she still hasn’t done it. And how bad I wanted her to. Months after months of laying in the same bed as her, while heat fills my core with no way to release it, has been agonizing. 

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop…” 

I watch her hesitant flip to a darker one as her lips slam back onto mine. Her hands are much rougher in her exploration of my body. She bites my lower lip a little, to which I respond with a low moan. Fingers find the hem of my shirt before they slide up and under the soft fabric. I feel her cold silver rings rub against my goosebumps and do my best not to move. Keeping my hands in place like she wanted, I’m unable to reciprocate as she lifts my shirt higher and higher. I sit up a little, allowing her to take it off and toss it somewhere on the balcony. 

“Ellie- should we go inside?” I ask for a moment, talking against her lips. She glances around before looking back down with a smug grin.

“Do you want to?” It seemed she didn’t mind but wanted me to be comfortable. “I don’t mind… I just don’t want anyone to see,” my face flushed once more.

“No one will see light,” she says lowly, her hands finding their way to my bare waist.

I push off on my hands to get closer to her face, my nose touching hers, “Promise..?” I whisper, leaving a ghost of a kiss on her lips.

“Promise.” She whispers back, her lips finding mine again. I feel her slowly lower me onto my back before she moves my hair out from underneath me. Her kisses wander down from my mouth, lower and lower, until they reach the fabric of my bra.

“May I?” She asks, blushing like mad. Her fingers work quickly as soon as I nod and lift my back. Soon, the bra is flying through the air to some random part of the floor. Her mouth finds a nipple almost instantly as pressure builds in my core. I didn’t know if she still wanted my hands resting above my head, but I desperately needed to touch her. My fingers find their way to her hair, so I grip it like my life depends on it. Her breath tickles my chest as she breathes in and out through her nose. It feels like my senses are heightened and on fire as I write underneath her.

“Ellie-”

“Fucking gorgeous..” She whispers, pulling away from my right breast while she flicks the nipple of the other. I make an odd noise before feeling the need to cover up and put my hands over my breasts. Ever so delicately, she takes my wrists and pulls them off before kissing me softly. I sighed into the kiss, and my fingers found her hair again. Her bun comes undone as I pull on her hair a little. Her moan is like music to my ears, so I pull again a little harder. 

“I think someone has a hair-pulling kink..” I mutter against her bruising lips. Her breath is quickening along with mine, “It’s mostly a you kink, babe..” Her low voice was like a siren song.

My mind couldn’t formulate a response except for ‘kiss her more, you idiot,’ so that’s what I did. This time, my hands trail down to her shirt as I pull it up and off. Her Hanes sports bra fit her perfectly, but I only wanted to see it on the floor. I move to take it off, but she stops me, “You first..”

I relax against the couch again before lifting my hips as she pulls my pants off. Her fingers find the clit even with my underwear still on, and I let out an unseemly moan. 

“Barely even touched you, and you’re already this wet for me, huh, love?” Her voice is thick with desire, and I can tell she’s doing her best to hold back despite her teasing, “Stop teasing already..” I beg, my legs clamping shut around her hand. She taps my thigh with her free hand and presses on my clit once more. My legs relax as she pulls my underwear down my leg, kissing along my inner thighs. She begins to leave hickeys as she tucks my panties in her jeans pocket. I watch her pull her rings off and set them down on the coffee table before she returns to assaulting my thighs.

“Fuck-” I mutter my hand coming out to her hair once more as I run my fingers through it. Her fingers find my flesh as she wraps her arms around my thighs to keep them open before she nibbles a spot into my inner thigh. My back arches up as I try to get her mouth where I really want it. 

“Patience, babe,” Ellie says with a chuckle.

“Easy for you to say; you’re not laid bare before your girlfriend hot and bothered,” I argue. She lays her head on my inner thigh and smugly looks at me from her position. 

“Well, I am hot and bothered…” Her rebuttal makes me roll my eyes. I go to say something else before her mouth meets my core, and she licks a long stripe up the center. Covering my mouth before the loud moan, I let out slips. I try to close my legs around her head, but her hands stop me. Her attack on my cunt is restless, almost as if she’s been starved. Just when I think it couldn’t get any filther she pulls one hand from my thigh and slips her middle finger into my slick heat. My back arches off the couch as she reaches places I’ve only had wet dreams about. Ever so slowly, she adds another finger, stretching me out. I’ve never felt so full in my life. She moves them out slowly before pushing them back in and curling them to push against the sweet spot.

“Shit shit shit-” 

Her other hand moves my thigh, resting it on her shoulder so she’s at a better angle as her moves become more practiced. Her pace quickens as she eats me out, her fingers working fast. My thighs shake, and that familiar pressure builds before my orgasm comes crashing over me. I grip her hair like a lifeline as my body shudders, finally getting its release. With my energy spent, I relax into the couch as Ellie cleans me up. 

I look up to her with hazy eyes and smile, “Your turn..”

After being thoroughly spent, the two of us retired to her room and slept for a few hours. I woke up to the alarm she set with a groan, covering my ears with a pillow. 

“Ellie.. Turn that damn thing off,” I mumble, hoping that she would wake up. She shifts and slams her hand on the alarm button before letting her arm drop back to her side and falling back asleep. Letting go of the pillow, I try to fall back asleep, but it’s no use. My body was sore anyway, so I decided to take a bath. Slowly getting out of bed, I walk around and kiss Ellie’s cheek before making my way to her bathroom and turning the faucet on. I had to go back to my room for an outfit but for now, a nice bath will do. Settling into the water, I relax and let the soothing water do its thing. Just as I’m about to get out, Ellie sleepily walks in, clad in just her bra and boxers.

“Morning, Moth,” I say, scrubbing my arms. She smiles and walks over to me, kissing my forehead. “Morning, my light. Want me to ask Jesse to get us some breakfast?” I watch as she strips and gets into the massive tub with me.

“Nah, I’m not really hungry this morning, but you can get something,” I say, moving so she can sit next to me.

She sits beside me, and my eyes flicker to the hickeys I left all over her chest, “I’m not hungry either.” Her voice is shaky, and my eyes can’t help but snap to hers. As soon as my eyes meet hers, she looks away with a nervous expression. I sighed, wondering why she was back to being weird again, when suddenly I heard the click of a bottle cap. I open my mouth to ask her what she’s doing when I feel the goopy sensation of shampoo spreading through my scalp via her fingers. A small smile spreads across my face as I let her wash my hair. She seems pretty determined, too, as she massages every bit of my head. 

“What’s this for?” I ask, turning my head to look at her face. “You can tell me to stop,” she whispers. Despite how much we went at it last night, I feel heat pooling in my core a bit.

“Ellie..” I whisper softly as she kisses my neck, “Hmmm?” 

“We have to get ready soon…” 

“So..?” She asks, her hands moving from my hair to my waist.

“Ellie, you can’t just distract me with sex and washing my hair... what is going on with you?” 

She sighs and removes her hands. I rinse my hair out and face her to see a guilty expression on her face. Running my wet fingers through her dry hair, I can’t help but sense there’s something big she’s not telling me.

“Joel wants me to take over Jackson soon,” Ellie says softly. Ah, so that was it.

I sigh, sit on her lap, face her, and kiss her forehead before saying, “Is that really so bad?”

Her eyes finally meet mine, and I can almost see the inner turmoil. “Well, no, but I just... I don’t think I can handle it. I mean, I wasn’t born royal… My mom was a noble, but she wasn’t royalty. I just don’t know if I can do it,” she admits. My eyes soften as she looks away once more.

My hands cup her face and gently lead it back to face mine. “Oh, Ellie.. You could’ve told me this sooner,” My voice is as soothing as I can make it. 

“I know, but it’s not your job to be my therapist… and you’ve already got so much on your plate. I didn’t want to be a burden,” she admits, meeting my eyes. 

“You’re never a burden, Moth.. besides I’m not your therapist, you’re right, but I am your girlfriend. I’m capable of supporting you and giving you advice without you adding to my plate,” I say, my thumb moving over her freckled cheeks.

She huffs and smiles up at me, “Well… if that’s the case, then what do you say about… someone else taking over Jackson..?” My eyebrows shoot up.

“Like who?? Joel only really trusts you and Tommy; there’s no way in hell he’d let anyone else take over,” I ask, my brows furrowing.

“Well, Maria is willing to take over... I’d just have to convince Joel to let her,” Ellie says hesitantly. We both knew that was a horrible idea, but I couldn’t think of any other sensible solutions.

“I don’t know, Ellie. What if you try ruling for a month with Joel’s help and see if you truly hate it?” I didn’t want to push her into something she hated, but at the same time, she should at least try. “You seriously think that would go well?” she countered, giving me a look.

“Don’t give me that look. I’m just trying to come up with solutions…” I say, glaring down at her from my position on her lap. The water was starting to get cold.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry—” A knock at the door scares me so much that I jump off Ellie.

“Who is there??” I ask, my face heating up. 

“Anais, Empress! We have to hurry up and get ready for the ball tonight!!” She says with urgency. I sigh a breath of relief and get out of the tub.

“I’ll be out in a moment!!” I yell to her. As her footsteps recede, I turn back to Ellie, “We will come up with a solution,” I grab a towel and wrap it around my body before meeting her eyes, “In the meantime, I will try and think of some ideas..” Walking over to the bathroom door, I smile at her. She sighed but sent a smile back, “Hey.. thanks..” Her voice was soft, and I couldn’t help but melt a little.

A few hours later, I walk into the ballroom, my heels clacking against the marble floor. Conversations echo throughout the room as people dance and dine. I spot Maria and Tommy conversing with Ellie about something in hushed tones and am about to make my way over to them when Dina steps in front of me and pulls me into a hug.

“Oh my gosh, you look incredible!!” She says, all giddy. I give her a smile and do a little spin for her, my gown twirling around me. My maids had helped me pick it out, it was truly a breathtaking gown. I was sporting a deep blue ballgown with gems shaped like stars sewn into the bodice and edge of the skirt to give an evening starlight effect. When I spun, the light reflected off it, making it seem like the stars were twinkling. I wore a matching silver crown with deep blue sapphires and diamonds that too sparkled in the light.

“Thank you, Dina. You’re sweet. I’ve missed you so much. How have you been?” I say, taking her hands in mine. She goes on to tell me that she is pregnant, which shocks me so much that I gasp.

“No way, really?!” I look down at her stomach and notice a tiny baby bump through her guard uniform.

She grins, “Yes, really! Jesse and I are super excited..” Her hand rests on her stomach, and I can’t help but feel immense joy for her. 

“Congrats, Dina. I wish you all the best,” I hoped she felt my sincerity.

“Thanks, Y/n. I appreciate that. My sister has had a few words to say about it, but she’s also pretty excited. “Say wanna go bother Jesse with me?” It seemed she wasn’t on duty and could relax. I glanced at Ellie once more, who still looked busy, before nodding.

“Yea, why not,” She pulls me with a grin over to where Jesse is talking with some gentlemen. I giggle as she starts poking his side. Jesse makes a weird noise as he tries to get away from Dina. The two of them begin to have a poke fight while the gentlemen laugh and carry on. My smile fades a little as I remember what happened the last time I was at a ball. The laughter in my throat dies as I look around the decadent ballroom. Deep breath in.. deep breath out. 

Raul was dead, so why wouldn’t the fear go away?

A slight tap on my shoulder startles me, and I turn around quickly, my hair whipping around with me. Ellie stands there with a concerned expression on her face. “You ok, light?” she asks, seemingly confused.

“Yes- you just startled me a little, is all..”

“I said your name a few times... Are you feeling alright..? We can head back to our room if you want.?” She offers. I shake my head and fiddle with my fingers.

“No, it’s alright. I’m fine. I was actually hoping we could dance.”

I watch the concern edge on her face for a moment longer before it changes to a smile, “Sure, but not here..” She holds a hand out to me as my brows furrow. I place my hand in hers, and she leads me to the gardens. A smile overtakes my face as I remember what happened out here. Seems this is just what I needed as my anxiety earlier melts away. The gazebo is just as I remember it, only this time, lights decorate the surrounding trees, and fireflies dance all over the space, illuminating it wonderfully. My eyes look to the pond, and I see a small bridge has been added to connect the gazebo and land instead of the slippery stepping stones. 

“Woah…. This is gorgeous..” Ellie blushes a little and crosses the bridge, her hand still in mine. I watch as she summons flowers to cover the gazebo, a few reaching out to her free hand. She takes them and tucks a blue rose behind my ear before letting go of my hand and leaning against the railing. I marvel at the sight before me for a moment when suddenly I hear music… a familiar song playing.

“Did you do all this..? And is that ghost waltz playing?” I ask, chuckling. It was my favorite song to slow dance to.

“Maybe...” she says, being coy. I stand there as she slowly walks up to me and wraps one hand around my waist, holding the other close. Moving slowly at first, we sway with the fireflies, and I can’t help but grin. 

She takes a deep breath before saying, “I love you..” softly into my ear. My heart beats frantically in my chest when I realize what’s happening. Before I say another word, Ellie gets down on one knee before me, holding my hands in hers. Tears well in my eyes as she begins to speak.

“Y/n.. you know I’m no good at sappy shit..” I chuckle and wipe a few stray tears, “But I mean it with my whole heart when I kneel before you and say I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Being what you need. You make me feel loved..and cherished, and quite frankly, I have no idea how I existed before you. So tonight.. I ask you to love me for the rest of our lives and to marry me..” 

Ellie pulls a ring box shaped like the sun from her jacket pocket and opens it. Tears fall down my face uncontrollably as I look at the ring. A simple rose quartz band holds a beautiful amethyst with six leaf-shaped diamonds surrounding it. I fall to the floor in front of her and tackle her into a hug, my dress crumpling around me.

“Yes!! Yes, a million times yes!! Holy shit!!” I say, pulling away from the hug for just a second. She starts tearing up too, and laughs with me. Slipping the ring on my finger, she brings that hand up to her lips and kisses it.

“Fucking hell, that was stressful..” Her hands shake as they hold mine. I was shaking uncontrollably as well, but I didn’t ever want this moment to stop. She cups my face gently before kissing me with a softness I only ever feel when she’s trying to show her love. I wrap my arms around her neck and hold her close as fireflies dance in joy. We sit on the floor as a collective sobbing mess and whisper sweet nothings for a while when suddenly a question pops into my mind.

“El.. is this really why you’ve been acting so odd recently?” I ask, running my fingers through her hair, my ring sparkling in the fairy lights.

“Well, that and I was being truthful about the whole Joel wanting me to take over thing… thinks I’m finally ready, I guess..” She says, keeping eye contact. I stare into her eyes for a moment before my smile overtakes my face again.

“We can worry about that some other day. For now, let’s just relax,” I soothed, kissing her face all over.

“Ughh! Stop! Stop, you’re gonna kill me with all these kisses!” She jokes as she pretends to push my face away. I laugh and hold her hands as I kiss her face even more. Ellie overpowers me, though, and soon I’m wrapped in her arms as she smothers me with kisses. Giggles escape me as I try to get free, but her arms keep me trapped. 

“Ok, ok!! You win!!” I conceded before she finally let me go. 

“Fuck yea!” She says as I sit back up with a glare. 

“Cheater,” I mumble, but she still manages to hear me.

“What was that? Thought you said, cheater?” Her playful tone caused my smile to come back.

My smile doesn’t seem to go away as I say, “Ugh… you’re the worst..” 

“You said yes to marrying me not even ten minutes ago, so this is on you, my light,” she teases.

She was totally right, of course. But I didn’t mind. 

“I know Moth.. I know..”

Turns out Ellie is sneakier than I initially thought. Tommy and Maria’s anniversary is in the winter. So, this whole ball was just a way for Ellie to get me to dress up and do my nails for the photoshoot we had after the proposal. Not that I minded the ingenious of it. It’s been a few moons, and so far, the wedding planning has been going well. When Cherry brought me some wedding dress options, Dina, Miriam, and Evelyn were there. We had a blast trying on different veils and such to see what would look best. Once I picked the dress, the rest was easy. Ellie and I decided to have the wedding in the forest behind Jackson Castle. The woods out there were perfect for the idea I had. There was still much to be done, though, including picking out a bouquet, the flowers for the reception, and how I wanted the ballroom decorated. But I gave some of that work to Dina as she was my maid of honor. As I’m hunched over my desk, looking at options for the bouquet, a few floating mid-air as I use my telekinesis, Ellie comes in and pecks my head before lifting one of the options.

“What’s all this for?” She asks, setting the paper back down with a curious expression on her face. I bring the floating ones back down to the desk. 

My eyes meet hers, and I say, “I’m trying to determine which bouquet I want for our wedding, Moth,” She seems shocked by this, “I thought you would’ve figured it out by now..” Her voice reveals her embarrassment but further confuses me.

“What do you mean?” I ask, setting the papers down.

“Well… um… every flower I’ve given you with my affinity… has kinda sorta.. Been for your future wedding bouquet….” My mouth drops, and I stare at her for a moment.

“You mean to tell me that when you gave me those flowers.. Two years ago… those were for our future wedding..?” Her face flushes, and she avoids my eyes.

“I know it’s kinda creepy, but I’ve wanted to marry you for so long.. I knew you were saving the flowers, and since they didn’t die, figured you could use them..” Her voice is soft and filled with hesitance as she explains her thought process. I was in complete awe at just how long she’s been planning this. Standing suddenly, I rush to my balcony and pull open the doors. Ellie seems utterly confused until I come back into the room with all the flowers in my hand. All the flowers are an array of different colors with no specific color scheme.

Her face is one of pride as she sees me with all the flowers she’s ever given me. I had always wondered why it was never a whole bouquet, and now I had an answer. She was slowly giving me the best possible one.

“They’re a bunch of different colors, though, El..” I say, wrapping a ribbon around them I snatched off the desk.

She flicks her fingers, and I watch as they all change to different shades of purple and white. The color theme of our wedding. Purple, green, and white. I beam a smile at her before adding some baby’s breath to the bouquet and setting it in a vase.

“They’re perfect. Thank you, Ellie..” I say, hugging her. She hugs me back, wrapping her arms around my waist and kissing my forehead.

“How on earth was I supposed to figure that out, though?” I ask with a raised brow. Her laugh is contagious, and I smile. “I don’t know, read my mind or something??” She says with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’d want a mind-reading affinity..” I say with a cringe.

Ellie looks at me like I’m weird, “Why not? That’d be so cool, and you’d know what people thought of you.”

“I don’t know.. I like my affinities better,” I said, shrugging. If you could’ve chosen your affinity, what would you have chosen?” 

“I would probably go with… death.. Same as Joel,” She says simply. I practically choke on my own spit.

“I’m sorry- Joel has a death affinity?!” This was shocking as Joel had never once used his affinity in front of me. Guess I knew why now.

She gives me a cock grin as If I should’ve known Joel Miller’s affinity was death itself.

“Sorta. He can cause people to die but rarely uses it. He did a lot during the war, but it drains him a lot,” Ellie explains as I stand there staring at her dumbfounded. Ok, new fear for Joel triple unlocked. 

She notices my expression and begins to explain further: “He’d never use it on you, light. He only uses it in particular situations. Very few even know about the affinity, so keep this between us, yea?” She runs her fingers through my hair, and I take a deep breath before leaning into her hand. My hand covers hers as she looks at me with admiration in her eyes.

“Alright, our little secret,” I say softly. No one would ever know if I had anything to say about it.

Tonight was huge. Ellie and I decided to share bachelorette parties and just have one big party with all our friends. We decided to have it the night before the wedding in Jackson, so I flew out my friends for the evening and the next few days as celebrations would last for a while. These past few months have been so busy but so worth it. Tonight and tomorrow would be perfect. I also dealt with all my duties so I could have fun on our honeymoon without worrying about work. The people of the Midiri Empire and Jackson have been celebrating the wedding for two weeks straight. To say they were overjoyed would be an understatement. 

“Are you excited for tonight, Empress?” Ivone asks as she does my hair. 

“Well, who wouldn’t be?” I ask, grinning as I fiddle with my jewelry for the evening.

I feel her fingers move my hair in every which way. “I certainly would be... All done!” she says, adding one final touch before holding up a mirror so I can see the back. It was perfect.

“Thanks Ivone.. Would you and the others want to come tonight? You’re just as much my friend as anyone else in that room,” I offer, turning in my chair and smiling up at her. She seems stunned by my question.

“But I’m just a maid-”

“And Jesse is a butler; doesn’t mean we don’t cherish him. He’s still our friend. You, Anais, and Mariah are welcome to join us tonight if you wish,” I say, standing from the seat and smoothing out my outfit. Tonight, I was wearing a simple knee-length dress in an ivory white. The sleeves were short and puffed to give it an airy feeling, and the bodice had a sweetheart neckline. 

“Alright, Empress.. I’ll let the girls know…” She says, curtsying as I grab everything I need and walk out the door.

“I do hope you guys come!” I say before closing it behind me. 

Making my way through Jackson Castle, I reach the ballroom and see a completely different setup than usual. A bar has been added with a few bartenders decked out with alcohol. There’s a DJ set up, too, with lights and such all hooked up to the station. I notice that I’m the last to arrive, and when I walk in, they all cheer and come running over. Ellie moves them all out of the way before giving me a sloppy kiss. I could taste something else on her lips for some reason, but it clicked when she pulled away.

“Hi, babyyyyy..” She was either high or drunk. I couldn’t quite tell yet. 

“Hi, Moth.. Hey guys!!” I say, hugging everyone else while Ellie pouts. Music starts up, and the lights dim, allowing the party to really start. Drinks are passed around while music pounds in my ears. I wanted to stay sober so I didn’t regret it in the morning, but I didn’t stop anyone else from having fun. Seemed Ellie was high, though, as she kept dragging me to the snack table, saying I belonged ‘with the snacks’ according to her. I laugh as she eats some chips and salsa, picking out the parts she doesn’t like. 

“I like it when you call me moth,” she whispers, laying her forehead on my shoulder. I run the ringed hand through her hair and regret it when some of it gets caught. Moving my other hand around, I pull it free before she notices.

“Oh yea? Why’s that?” I ask, moving my hands to help lift her. She doesn’t answer and instead tells me a joke.

“Why was the Queen sleepy?” She asks. 

I resist a laugh,” Why’s that?” 

“She had too many sleepless knights..” She slurs a little before giggling. Ok, maybe she had some alcohol, too.

I crack a smile at her joke and kiss her forehead.

“Good one, El..”

“I can’t wait to be your wife..” Ellie whispers, nuzzling her warm face into my neck. I feel myself blush a bit at that before holding my hand up to admire my ring. It dazzles even in the dim room. I lay my head on hers and mumble, “I can’t wait either, Els..”

She begins to sway a little to the music and suddenly stands up fully. My head flies up as I look at her, confused.

“Dance with me?” She asks, a little uncoordinated.

“Think you can keep up?” I ask, moving off the snack table and walking over to Dina and Jesse. She takes it as a challenge and reaches out to grab me, but I giggle and move out of the way. She glares at me as I stick my tongue out. I squeal when she starts chasing me. 

She grabs my arm and pulls me into her. I can smell the weed she had earlier on her shirt as I look up at her.

“Got ya..” She whispers, turning me around and placing her hands on my waist.

“Can you believe we’re getting married tomorrow?” I ask softly, wrapping my hands around the back of her neck and moving to the music with her. She looks down at me, her eyes softening. “No, I don’t know how I got so lucky…” Her words are still a bit slurred, but I know she means it.

Everyone else starts dancing and cheering around the two of us. I let go of her and began to dance, the world melting away except for her. 

Someone taps on my shoulder, and I turn to see Dina there, smiling at me. She was the only other sober one since she was pregnant.

“Hey… you said you wanted to talk?” she yells over the music. I had wanted to talk, and I was thankful she remembered.

“Yea!! One second!” I tell Ellie I’ll be right back before Dina and I walk out to the balcony.

“So, what’s up?” she asks, sitting on one of the couches outside. I sit next to her, still able to hear the pounding music from inside.

“I guess I just really wanted to say thank you..” I fiddle with my fingers. Dina was a really good friend to both Ellie and me, and I wanted her to feel appreciated. Jesse was great, too, but he didn’t do nearly as much as Dina.

She smiles and looks down at the floor, “I’m just doing what you guys would’ve done for me.. I’m glad she has you..” Dina says. I can hear how genuine she is through her voice and body language. 

As I relax on the couch, I can’t help but think of everything that’s happened these past two years. These guys, especially Ellie, are my everything now. 

“Yea.. but Dina.. you were there for her before me.. And I guess what I’m trying to say is. I’m grateful it was you…”

She smiles again, “You know when Ellie and I were younger, we’d joke that she’d never get married. It was this whole thing..” She moves her hands as she explains the story, “Then.. one day you came along.. It was like her whole world had changed… she lit up anytime you were around. She made changes I never thought possible..” Dina seems to tear up a bit.

“You guys make each other better… you make her better.. And for that, I will thank you for the rest of my life…my best friend gets to be happy..by your side..” Tears trickle down my cheeks before I can wipe them away. Dina sniffles before I hug her.

“Thank you, Dina.. I promise to take care of her..”

I feel her nod before she stands and smiles once more at me.

“I know you will..” She says softly before heading back inside.

I sit on that couch for a while.

The wedding day.

A day of celebration and union. Today was that day.

I had woken up in a different room than Ellie cause we decided we wanted to keep our outfits a surprise. Stretching, I rub the sleepies from my eyes and pull the covers off me. A yawn escapes me when I stand and pull on the rope that lets the maids know I’m awake. The girls came into the party a little after I went back in, but none of them drank. They walk into the room with beaming smiles on their faces.

“Morning Empress!!” Anais says, practically bouncing,

“Or should we say bride-to-be?” Ivone asks with a grin. Mariah starts a bath and dumps rose petals into it before Ivone starts pushing me towards the bathroom.

“Just call me by my name, you weirdos,” I joked, taking off one of Ellie’s t-shirts and setting it on the bathroom counter. I slept terribly not being by her side, but it would be worth it in the end. 

Stripping the rest of my clothes, I ease into the bathtub when Anais comes in and starts washing my hair. Ivone comes in as well and begins to add some final details to my nails while I relax in the tub. Once we finish that, I get out, wrap myself in an ivory silk robe, and sit at my vanity.

“Alright, Empress. We’re doing this look, right?” Mariah asks, holding out the paper I gave her a few weeks prior so she could practice.

“Yup, that’s perfect… thank you,” I say as she starts to get to work. Mariah works quickly as Ivone joins and goes over my makeup look with me. We agree on what would look best, and she gets to work as well. Eventually, that’s all done, and I can’t help but stare at myself in a mirror. 

I’d never felt so beautiful in my life…

Anais walks over, unzips the bag that contains my dress, and pulls it out.

“Ready to get married Empress?” She asks with a grin.

“Yea.. more than ready..” 

The walk to the forest is surreal. When I reach the aisle and see Ellie standing at the end, my breath catches as tears threaten to fall. Ellie stands there wearing a moss green suit matching the surrounding trees. Her hair is down and messy, just how I like it, and she’s got a genuine smile on her face. The trees are decked out in flowers and hang overhead like a canopy settling right above the guests. Fairy lights hang down from the flowers as well, adding a lovely afterglow in the setting sun. Tears well in my eyes as I wipe them as Tommy walks up to me and bows. Since Joel walked Ellie down the aisle, and my dad is dead, Tommy offered to be the one to do so as a gesture for his niece-in-law. I accepted, of course, with misty eyes, hoping my dad could watch on from the afterlife. 

Tommy moves to stand next to me and holds out his arm. I wrap mine around his and hold my dress before the music starts playing. In my other hand holds the bouquet Ellie made for me. As I take the first step, I watch everyone stand and bow or curtsey to me before I take another. Many council members were furious when I stated I was having a small wedding in the woods instead of a wedding at the Midiri Empire’s ballroom. But at the end of the day, all that mattered to me was Ellie becoming my wife.

My eyes wander to all the people who made it today before they land on Ellie once more. Her eyes were a bit misty as I slowly made my way to her. I could hear the camera’s shutter and click and the forest floor beneath my feet. The smell of pine and flowers filling my nose, and some women’s perfume from the guests. But all that seemed to fade away when I looked at her. Those damn green eyes filled with so much love and adoration all for me. I reach the wedding arch, and she steps forward and extends her hand so Tommy can place my hand in hers. He does just that, giving her a pat on the shoulder and moving to sit in his seat. I give him a grateful nod and move to stand before my fiancee properly for the last time. Taking a deep shuddering breath, I look back into her eyes and find them soft and searching.

A calming voice starts from next to me, and I turn to see the wedding officiant standing proudly. She nods to the both of us, but my eyes are already back on Ellie. 

“You may all be seated,” she says. Everyone sits down, and I hear the distinct creaking of some chairs. A smile spread across my face as I looked to the front row to see Joel, Tommy, and Maria all sporting similar smiles. Joel seems to be getting a little teary-eyed, but I knew he’d never admit that.

Beside me stands Evelyn and Miriam, and just behind me is Dina, to whom I hand my lovely bouquet.

Facing Ellie yet again, I slide my hands into hers, feeling her nervousness in the form of clammy hands. I bite my lips, trying not to giggle, and she sends me a sheepish grin. The wedding officiant smiles knowingly at the two of us before continuing.

“Today, we gather to witness the marriage between Ellie Williams and Y/n L/n. We will start with the vows. Ellie, you may go first.”

Cameras click from somewhere as Ellie pulls a paper out of her pocket. The paper was a mess covered in slash marks and charcoal smudges, but so very her.

“Y/n..my light.. I’m sure you’ve been wondering this past year as to why I call you that, so today, I will finally explain. My whole life I’ve struggled with finding the light in my life. I’ve been surrounded by the darkness so much that I felt like I was suffocating. I found solace in my friends… and Joel... They made me happy. But when I met you, it was like the sun. Warm and inviting. You immediately befriended me despite my differences. I found comfort in your personality and the way you treasure your people…” She takes a break to let out a shuddering breath as tears fall down her cheeks. A few tears of my own fall as I wipe hers. She continues, “You are the light of my life… and I don’t know how I ever existed before you. You complete me in every way, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives treasuring you as you treasure me. So, with that in mind, I promise to love you. I promise to be the darkness you seek, the shoulder you cry on. Through sickness and in health, I will love you. Through war and famine, I will love you. Even in death, I will cherish you... these are my promises to you, my light and ever crowning glory.”

Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. I look into her eyes through my own teary eyes and watch what little composure she has left collapse. Glancing at Joel, I see him covering his face, knowing he’s crying. Sniffles reach my ears, but I don’t dare look away from Ellie again.

“Now you, Y/n..” The wedding officiant says softly with misty eyes.

I clear my throat and pull a note out of my dress pockets. Taking a moment to compose myself before continuing, I find pure joy.

“Ellie Williams..” I start with a shaky voice, “When we first met, you were a breath of fresh air. For weeks, I had been coddled and kept in a box. But in the instant I met you it was like all that had disappeared. You were so unapologetically you… I knew then I wanted you in my life and by my side. Because if anyone in that stuffy palace would be by my side, I knew it would’ve been you... I found your likes and your dislikes, your wants and needs. I saw the person you wanted to be and would’ve done anything to help you get there. Then that incident happened.. all I wanted was to be in the dark where no one could hurt me. Where I could hide and sneak to defend myself. And you followed me there. You, my Moth, followed me willingly into the darkness. And found solace in it with me. For that, these are my promises to you, my love. I swear to listen to every rant about whatever your little heart desires, whether that’s space, dinosaurs, or Savage Starlight; my attention is all yours. I promise to protect you and keep you safe. I promise to love you the way you love... and cherish the way you cherish. From when I wake up to when I sleep, all I have to give is yours. My heart and soul belong to you wholly. This I promise you, Ellie Williams..” I finish my hands shaking and tuck the note back into my dress pocket. Looking back to Ellie I watch as she continues to cry. 

“Those vows were lovely, you two. Now for the rings.” She says, motioning for the rings to be brought over. Jesse walks over and gives me a wink while holding the pillow out for us.

I giggle a little and take the ring I had designed for Ellie. The band was made of metal from a meteorite, and inside the band, there’s a carving of my initials along with today’s date. 

“With this ring.. I thee wed.” I say, slipping the ring on her ring finger. She stares at it in awe, and the silver part of the ring glitters in the sunlight.

She takes a deep breath before showing me the ring she had made for me. It matched my engagement ring perfectly. I catch a glimpse of something on the inside, but she slips it on before I can read it.

“With this ring.. I thee wed..” Her voice is nervous, but I can tell she’s sure of herself.

“I now pronounce you wife and wife; you may kiss,” The wedding officiant says. Ellie doesn’t waste a moment before cupping my face kissing me ever so softly. I melt into the kiss when suddenly she turns and dips me. Cheers erupt from the crowd, and cameras flash like crazy. In that moment, I can’t think of another time I’d ever been this happy.

Ellie gently lifts me back up and kisses my forehead before beaming a misty-eyed smile down at me.

“Why thank you for the kiss, wife,” I joke, beaming a smile back. She grins and picks me up as I yelp from shock. 

“Anything for you, wife,” She teases back before running down the aisle with me in her arms. My laughs reach the crowd, and others join in. Ellie sets me down at the end and puts her hands on my waist, holding me close.

“Shall we?” She asks before holding one hand out to me. 

The first dance is magical. I had decided to have our first dance to Exist for Love as a reference to when we had our first kiss. Ellie and I were the only ones who got it, but that didn’t matter. She guides me through the steps of the dance we practiced together these past few months. People watch in awe as she spins me around and dips me like it’s nothing. 

“These people need to stop staring at my wife,” she mutters. I roll my eyes at her quip but smile at it nonetheless.

“They’re watching a dance, you dork..” I mutter back. 

“Hey! I’m not a dork!” She argues back, taking my hand back into hers and wrapping the other around my waist. 

I snort in an unladylike manner and give her a look, “Please, you’re the King of dorks,” This time, she rolls her eyes.

“I’m not the King of dorks.. I don’t want that title. I’d rather be called your wife..” 

“Then stop acting like a dork,” I argue back with a grin. She smiles and rolls her eyes again as the song ends. Joel walks up to Ellie and softly asks if she wants to dance. I’m pleasantly surprised when Ellie says yes. They go off to have their dad-daughter dance while I mingle with guests and watch from afar. 

As they dance, Joel starts talking to Ellie. I watch her smile fade, and heartbreak etch onto her face before a slow understanding. She says something softly before a smile forms on her face once more. Relief floods my system as the dance finishes. Ellie runs over to me immediately and pulls me into a hug.

“El? What happened?” She pulls away, saying, “Joel.. he.. Told me how my mother died…” 

My mouth drops.

“What!? At our wedding?!” I say, a bit upset with him. Ellie shakes her head gently.

“I’m not mad, light. If anything, I’m relieved. I’m mad that he didn’t tell me for so long, yes! Don’t worry; I’ll get him back for that. But for now, I’m relieved…”

My anger dissipates, and I sigh, “Alright then. Shall we have dinner before I go woop his old ass?” I asked, holding my hand out for her. She takes it and we start walking towards our table.

“Yes, please.. I’m starving,” 

We ate while people brought their gifts to us. Once we were done, Joel grabbed a microphone and started to address Ellie and me.

“Hey, you two. First, I wanted to say congrats. Second, I have a gift for you. Just… don’t laugh if it’s bad, alright?”

I glance at Ellie in confusion when Jesse hands Joel a guitar. No fucking way…

Joel sets up the microphone and guitar and starts playing a tune..

“If I ever were to lose you.. I’d surely lose myself..”

Ellie starts to tear up and grips my hand tight.

“-Our future days.. days of you and me…”

He continues singing as everyone sits on the edge of their seats in awe. 

“- and all the promises I at sundown, I meant them like the rest.. All the demons used to come round… I’m grateful they’ve all left-”

I’m crying now as he continues singing. Ellie has a hand covering her eyes as she cries, and I can’t help but feel my heart pound in my chest.

“-It’s just you and me..” He finishes the song his voice starting to break. I watch as he stands and walks over, still holding the guitar.

“I just got something in my eye, folks. Nothing to look at,” he says, standing and walking over to Ellie and me.

“I wish you kids the best. Ellie, this is for you…” he says, holding out the guitar to her. She sniffles and stands, setting the guitar down and tackling him into a hug. He reciprocates, and the tears don’t ever seem to stop. 

‘Thank you..” She whispers, getting his shirt wet with her tears. He ruffles her hair a bit before pulling away from the hug.

“Anything kiddo.. We’ll talk later, yea..?” 

“Yea... I love you…” She says that last part quietly, almost to herself. Joel seems to hear it, though, and a small smile spreads across his face. 

Joel walks away to a crowd of people who cheer for him, giving him all sorts of compliments when I turn to Ellie.

“I..I’ve never heard Joel sing before..” I say in a shocked state.

“Yea… he uh.. used to sing that to me when I was really little to help me fall asleep..” She admits, still staring at Joel. Eventually, she turns back to me and sniffles. 

“Today has been an emotional rollercoaster… and I love rollercoasters…” She says, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

I pull her hands down off her face before kissing it all over. She smiles and takes my hands in hers when the music starts to play.

Recognizing the song but not the name, I start tapping my foot as people scream the lyrics. Ellie slowly leads me to the dancefloor, where we dance our hearts out until guests begin to leave for the night.

Once everyone is gone, Ellie and I have one final dance to ourselves. Some random song is on in the background as we sway.

“I know you didn’t want to talk about it, but I found a solution to the ruling Jackson problem,” she says softly. My eyebrows furrow as I meet her eyes.

“Oh?”

She nods, sliding her hands to my lower back instead of my waist, “Yea.. now don’t freak out… but.. I was thinking... you could rule Jackson too.. at my side, of course..” My eyes pop out of my head in shock.

“Wha- Ellie- You-”

“Hold on, let me explain!!” She rushes to clarify: “I feel like I can rule. I just think if I had someone to help me be better about it at first, it would do me some good… I’m not asking you to babysit me. But you’re good at this; you clearly know what you’re doing.. somehow.” She adds that last part with a smug grin. I step on her foot, and she grimaces.

“Got it- Won’t say that again... anyway… my point is.. I think I can do it. I’m just a bit..”

“Scared?” I say, her eyes snapping to mine.

She stares into them for a moment before nodding, “Yea.. I guess so…”

My eyes soften, “I don’t know Ellie… That’s a lot of power. And you know they say power corrupts… I don’t want to become like Raul..” I lay my fears out there and she nods in understanding.

“I won’t push you.. Just.. think about it, yea..?”

“I never said I wouldn’t do it, moth,” I say, grinning.

She grins back and spins us around. I burst out into laughter as she did so, feeling like a kid again.

“Thank you! I promise to watch out for any signs that it’s getting to be too much!” she swears up and down.

“That’s alright, I believe you,” Her smile is infectious as we sway once more.

“Happily ever after?” She asks, putting her forehead to mine.

I smile and run my fingers through her hair, enjoying the moment with her.

“Yea Ellie..”

“Happily ever after..”

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Hey all! Before you go, I just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who has supported me through this writing journey. This has been immensely fun, and I thank each and every one of you for taking the time to read my work. It really means a lot to me. I may not be perfect at writing things, but I try really hard. So, to each and every one of you reading this right now, or to anyone who left a note on this, I just want to thank you with my whole heart. This is my first ever completed fanfic, and I'm so happy to share it with all of you.

I hope it was a good read <3

[gwiyeounsonyeon]

May Writing Challenge Day 17, 18!

Pairing: Detective Loki x Male Reader Summary: A conversation with your partner Words: 600/200 Warnings: mention of an old lady calling you a girl, use of Y/N once Notes: I'm not feeling very :) today

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“You should’ve let me buy drinks.” You pout down at your coffee, it was lukewarm and tasted vaguely of plastic and was very unpleasant to drink. “Why? The shit they have at the station is just fine.” You look over at David and gawk – “Just fine? Are you crazy?” He huffs and shakes his head, chewing thoughtfully on the toothpick in his mouth. “No, seriously.” You set your cup of very disgusting coffee in the free cup holder and remove your seatbelt so you can twist your body to face him. The click of your seatbelt draws his attention and David looks down at the pretensioner and back up at your face. Your gut fills with butterflies at his gaze but you ignore them and press on, “Did all that smoking kill your taste buds or something?” He shakes his head and huffs, a small smile working up on his face. 

“Sit back in your seat.” You shake your head definitely, – “No.” – “Why not?” You cross your arms. “Because I want to get to the bottom of why you like this shit.” David looks back at you and shifts the toothpick over to the other side of his mouth, “You can do that while sitting in your seat.” – “I am in my seat.” David gives you a warning glare. “Not the right way. Now come on–” He reaches over and pushes on your shoulder firmly to try and get you back in your seat. The touch erupts a fire in your stomach, David was never one to be touchy and every time he did touch you it almost felt electric. You huff and sit back in your seat, he nods affirmingly and looks back out of the windshield. 

You leave your seatbelt buckled behind your back as to not set the warning off, not wanting to give David another reason to kick you out and into the pouring rain. “Try this and tell me it's good” You hold out your cup of offensive coffee, he looks down at it with an eyebrow raised and takes a sip. You see the grimace on his face before he has time to hide it and – “Aha! See? It's bad.” – “It's bad, yeah.” He nods and sets your coffee back into the cupholder. After his agreement you both settle into a comfortable silence, “You know that old lady?” He looks over at you as you break the silence. “Which old lady, Y/N?” He sighs – “The one that moved in next to you.” He raises his brow at you and studies your face as if he's trying to predict where this might go. 

“Every time I go  over to your place she's always out on her rocking chair,” You reach over to turn the speed of his wipers up, as the rain comes down harder. “And every time she sees me she asks me the same question.” – “Which is?” You look over at David from the windshield, he doesn't look amused at all, but he never looks amused. “She always asks if I'm your wife.” David snorts and shakes his head, “That's not real.” You nod enthusiastically, “Oh, it so is. She calls me a pretty young lady and everything.” He shakes his head again and puts the car in drive. “You’re lying to me, and you wanna know how I know?” – “Yeah? How?” He grins and your heart starts beating faster. “Cause you’d make one ugly woman.” You guffaw and scoff dramatically, “You are so mean to me David.” You aren't really mad, you find it hard to be when he's chuckling like that.

[prettypup188]

Cozy Day ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ

(Tired/soft Rafe x black pregnant soft reader)

(Cw: a bit of cursing,Rafe annoyed by being called on his day off. Just a cute fluff since today was a bit of good cool weather today,first person for reader,MOODBOARD AT THE BOTTOM >:3)

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I laid in bed,listening to the rain hit against the window,she knew Rafe had taken off today since i wasn’t feeling good last night,my hot flashes were bad but now i was freezing. I sat up in my bed,getting up as my breath hitched heading to the restroom. While in the bathroom I heard the bedroom door creak, “Honey?”, a few steps came closer to the door, “How are you feeling?”, Rafe said,softly “I’m okay, sweetie.”, I finished and walked in the bedroom, soon Rafe kissed my cheek wrapping a arm around my waist, “How’d you sleep?”, he guided me back to the bed,of course since I wasn’t feeling well he didn’t want me going up and down the stairs,I sat down as he stood in front of me with a smile.

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“I slept fine,you?”, “Fine,are you hungry?”, I giggled, “I always am.”, he nodded and headed out of the room,not long later he came back with two plates, he made homemade breakfast and sat next to me. We sat on the bed watching tv while we ate but Rafe got a call,he grumbled answering it, “What.”,he hissed,I could hear a bit of mumbling but cut off by Rafe, “Ask John, he knows how to take care of it,now fucking leave me alone.”, he hung up and huffed, “Sorry,honey bunny.”, I smiled as he settled back next to me but that’s when a crackling of thunder sounded. I jumped a bit surprised,I loved rain but not the sounds that came with it. Rafe grabbed me and held me closer, “You know,you never showed me those baby cribs you wanted.”, my face lit up going over to my bed side drawer pulling out a stack of magazines,flipping through the pages Rafe got up and turned on some jazz as he sat back down,my stomach growled again.

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He took it as a cue to get me a snack,coming back with a yogurt bowl with chocolate covered strawberries and a side of popcorn,with a glass of juice. I showed him crib after crib along with quizzes I took about what type of colors would look best for the baby room. Rafe listened as he rubbed my shoulders occasionally snagging a popcorn or strawberry. I giggled and smiled as he kissed my cheeks, “We’ll have it all handled,doll I promise.” He said softly as he laid me back to lay on his chest,placing a hang over my stomach,he grabbed the shea coco butter rubbing it over my stomach,while we watched tv and cuddled. A few hours later I woke up,still laying on Rafe’s chest he was quietly reading a baby book, “Rafey.”, I said quietly sitting up and groaning,it was still raining but not as hard, “You ready for dinner hun? Carla(a nice maid) made you some soup.”, I nodded, Rafe reluctantly helped me down the stairs since I wanted to see more than just the interior of our bedroom,he sat me on the couch and got me comfortable as he made me a bowl,he came back with a chicken soup including carrots,pasta,chicken bits and potato with a side of cheesy bread. I ate happily,reading my book while Rafe rubbed my feet and watched tv.

[roscvcins]

@xinxiins asked : ☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them.

[ for whomstever wants himb, from mò jué ! who is probably so " !!! " over the thought of being trapped sheltering in an enclosed space with anyone that he is actively contemplating trying to crawl out of his skin, but nevertheless looks cool and composed on the outside ... ]

The small overhang that juts out over the bench in front of the shop - closed today - keeps them dry. Though, his long-ish hair is slightly damp at the edges, and Nanjixing is flicking droplets of water everywhere with his tail as he scurries onto the bench back. Nan Zhou considers, staring out into the bleak landscape with a particular fascination. It rarely rains in the little town he'd come from, the sun always shining its pale, cold yellow day after day. If he hadn't been sitting next to someone, he might have ventured out into the downpour. The rain smelled refreshing, and a few puddles seem particularly enticing.

As it stands, however - he remains perched on the bench, hands in his pockets. In a moment, he pulls out an apple - cracking it in half with his hands. He feeds half to the sugar glider that has already leaped onto his shoulder at the smell of fresh fruit, and offers the other half to the friend with whom he had been sharing a bench. "...Do you want some apple? You seem a little pale."

[sunfl0wer-h0ur]

Finn headcanons #3!!

I miss writing sm so im going to start back up with some Finn headcanons YIPPIIEEEEE

☁ sfw(ish)

Tw: Drinking mention also a small SH mention!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼

He has a VERY sensitive body

From sides to thighs this man will squeak or whimper if you touch him

I feel like he might have a back tattoo or maybe like a spine tattoo

If he were to have tattoos then it would be an assortment of sigils, flowers, or sun and moon styled things

He hates having to repeat himself multiple times

Not because its annoying he just thinks he's being tricked into being bullied

THE BEST AT HOLDING DRINKS

Speaking of..

He's a sucker for wines

He's doesn't drink too much but when he does he always drinks responsibly

gets very drunk fast

He goes from really happy and silly, to very deep

He fears of grey hair

Like terrified

If you noticed a grey hair on him quickly pull it and say it was a bug

He loves any kind of cat

Bald, long hair, short hair doesn't care loves them all

He likes BIG dogs

Cries when he's frustrated

He has a whole bunch of scrapped love letters for Sunflower in his diary

Sunflower found them and adore them all

Finn was very embarrassed about them but Sunflower comforted him

Catch him watching Max and Ruby

He cares a lot about his skin

*Mumbling to himself* "Ok so we do this sugar scrub first then I get in the shower and wash it off, following my exfoliator soap, after my shower I-"

"Finn!"

"Huh what! Oh sorry dearest I'm already planning tomorrows skincare routine"

No but seriously he knows his stuff

Finn and Roblox bro

He loves Fantasia (Projecting..)

And DTI (Also projecting...)

He's a bit trash but let him cook

Hates to say it but he likes it when you bite him

Yeah it hurts but like...

He's good friends with other florists around the area

Except one...

This one old florist women hates his guts because he tripped on one of her plants and he felt so awful and cleaned it up

What made it worse is that he got scolded even after he cleaned it up

OMG it came to me that Finn would love Bon Iver

He finds night time ambience so soothing

Ik if Finn was an animal he'd be a rabbit but I feel like a deer would work also! (I'm very hyper fixated on deers and rabbits rn)

Don't leave him alone when he's sad I feel like leaving him alone is going to make him feel worse

Instead let him lay on you

Brush or play with his hair

Tell him he's such a good boy and you'd never let go of him

He likes to pinky promise things

Eye kisses giving or receiving <33

Loves to get his eyebrows stroked (sorry if this doesn't make sense)

Also petting his nose

He doesn't hide his hickeys

Unless you're both going to his parents house

Tbh

He has strict religious parents

If he's every overwhelmed his Grandma is the next block over so he will walk over there rain or shine

When he was little I bet he called his Grandma "Mimi"

Fought through depression from his teen years till he got over his toxic relationship

Might delete this headcanon but he has and covers his southern accent

Mimi was definitely living in the countryside till he was born so she moved to watch him

It comes out when he's angry or tipsy

He has scars on his arms and legs from a mix of things

Some are from his childhood clumsiness from tripping to scraping himself on trees

Some are from when he broke up with his ex and he lead to SH as a coping mechanism

He's doing so much better and he's proud of himself for that

Tried grilling

Didn't go well (he made the steak burnt but also raw?)

He sticks to baking and homecooking

I bet he knows how to make a good bread

Ohh man...Finn in a apron

Teaches you how to cook as a way of showing his affection

Spa days wear you both wear face masks do each others nails and gossip

Y'know...silly stuff ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀❀𖤣𖥧𖡼

Guys tysm for waiting for a fanfic to post I'm so sorry for leaving but the king of Finn headcanons is back!!

[livealittleoc-cb]

☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them

With set and Ambrose (how fitting)

@fantocbook

It was a stormy day, nice and grey with a couple lightning strikes from time to time along with thunder. Set was in love with this weather, having helped schedule and set it up. He was genuinely happy at this moment. He sat on a bench head tilted back as he let fat raindrops drop on his face. His makeup had slowly started to run but he didn’t care no one was around to see his actual face so he didn’t worry. He let his makeup run, letting the moles under it pop out. His normally curly hair straightened as it got heavy with the pouring rain.

He looked ethereal, calm, something he wasn’t known for ever being.

He sat there alone in the grey moody weather or at least he thought he was alone. His ear flicked as he heard someone approaching. His tail curled around his leg, eyes still closed while the footsteps came closer and closer. When the person stopped next to him, Set quickly covered his face with his hair. He peaked in between the strands to see who had stopped and grinned wide when he noticed who it was. “Oh. It’s just you.” He said shoulders relaxing and going back to lounging back and enjoying the rain. He fiddled with the rings on his heavily accessorized hands. “Are you just going to stand there?”

Ambrose didn’t say anything. His arms crossed as he looked at the man on his bench for the day. He was drenched but was holding an umbrella in his hand. It was a black parasol more so, one with ruffles and looked particularly of victorian age parasols. “Oh you’re actually using the umbrella I gave you.” Set snorted sitting up a bit, his hair shifting a bit showing off the multiple piercings on his face as he sent Ambrose a grin.

Ambrose just rolled his eyes and looked at him boredly. “Get out of my spot.” Set blinked confused the action hidden but he laughed.

“Your spot? I don’t see your name on it?~” He teased and Ambrose could feel the start of a headache.

“I was there before you got here. I had to move when you decided to bring another storm-.” Set just hummed, twirling his hair between his fingers and shrugged.

“It was necessary.” Is all he had to offer to that because he didn’t need to explain himself to this man. He didn’t have to explain his reasonings to anything, it was his business and that’s all that mattered. 

“Leave.” Was all that the taller man said and Set huffed out a breath through his nose.

“Rude as always.” He patted the side next to him and grinned. “Why don’t we share.~” The cat shook his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.

“If I’m so rude, why do you stick around? And I don’t want to share, I was here first.” Set just groaned rolling his eyes under his drenched hair and got up. 

“Fine whatever. Enjoy the umbrella and the bench, I guess. My clothes are getting too wet either way.” And with that he turned and took his leave not looking back at the other man, who sat down glancing at him as he got smaller and smaller the farther he was away.

[bunny-lovers]

Any unanswered questions from the f/ovember ask game? ^^

Hope you & your f/os have a wonderful weekend & thank you for the ask! 😊 @a-silly-bunny @mister-ancunin

🐻 - How do you relax with S/I after a hard day?

"We cook and eat dinner, binge a TV series, exercise and head to bed."

🍜 - Do you have a favorite place to hang out or go on a date?

"Yes and that would be the coffee cafe."

✨ - How has S/I changed your life? Do they bring out any parts of you that you previously didn't know of?

"I gotten soft since I met her. Yes, she did."

🏆 - What's something S/I does that makes you really proud of them? Even if others don't really notice it.

"She's gotten more courageous since she met me."

📷 - What's your favorite picture of S/I that you have saved?*

"It's the one with her smiling while standing next to the sunflower."

☁ - What do you like doing when it rains or snows? Go out and play or stay inside?

"We binge watch a TV series while having hot chocolate. We stay inside."

🌺 - Is there any small thing you do for S/I to make their life easier, even if they don't realize?

"Yes, I check up on her."

💗 - What's a very simple thing S/I does that makes your heart flutter without realizing?

"When she says she loves me in a soft voice or when she smiles."

🐚 - Is S/I flirty? What's your favorite pick up line they ever used on you?

"Yes, she is flirty. She doesn't have any pick up lines."

💄- Favorite place to kiss S/I?

"Her shoulders is my favorite place to kiss her."

[marveldiaries]

🥀 angst | ☁️ fluff | ✨ faves | 🔥 smut

🪐 already on notes | 🍂 to be read

Loki 2

By andsheloved

All I wanted 🥀☁️ - When loki finds himself finally being accepted by the rest of the team, you begin to wonder what your relationship really meant to him.

a worthy try ☁️🥀✨ - loki reflects on all that you are, and how maybe one day, all that he is may be good enough to have you.

Little spoon 🍂

I really like your hands 🍂

gift giving ☁️✨

please tell me how to fix it. i miss you. ☁

this love, is it really worth it? 🥀☁️

fake dating ☁

can't say i love you ☁️

clingy loki ☁✨

asking for hugs ☁️🥀✨

loki is in love ☁️

i could’ve lost you ☁️🥀✨

it’s you, it was always you 🍂

mr. & mrs. smith ☁️ - after a new member is introduced to the team, loki begins to imagine a life beyond the tower, not unlike many times before, but his daydream receives an interesting addition, you.

By sarahscribbles

For the first time ☁🔥 - You finally sleep with Loki for the first time.

He finds you asleep 🔥

Warming him 🔥

Stay Here One More Time ☁️ - On the anniversary of the Battle of New York, Loki discovers he has someone on his side.

Do I Haunt Your Mind? 🥀☁ - You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong. 

Tiny Blessings 🥀☁✨ - After Frigga’s death, you find a way into the dungeons to comfort her broken son.

Back In Your Arms 🍂 - Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos.

I love you ☁️ - Loki saying ”I love you” for the first time.

Waking up next to Loki 🍂

Call you mine 🔥☁

Even gods get sick ☁✨ - You care for your love when he gets a sudden summer cold.

Holding him 🥀☁✨ - Loki wanting some cuddles from his gf after a rough day.

Moments of magic ☁ - You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart.

By liminalpebble

Stray 🍂 one | two | three | four | five | six | seven - It's 1971 and you're a single shop girl living in the tumultuous, often damp, city of Seattle, feeling lost and alone. Meanwhile, Loki (under the guise of D.B. Cooper) is on the run from Thor the moment he jumped out of that plane. After crash landing in a dumpster and disguising himself as a stray cat to lay low, he becomes your beloved feline room mate and an unusual friendship begins to grow.

By swan-of-sunrise

Spellbinding 🍂 - A chance encounter at the New York Public Library marked the beginning of (Y/N) and Loki’s friendship, but they would soon learn that they shared more in common than their love of literature.

By infinitystoner

Always forever ☁️ - When a mission goes wrong, there’s only one person whose comfort you crave.

Box of rain 🍂 one | two - After the universe plummets into chaos, you find yourself working alongside a merry band of misfits who’ve made a home for themselves in Tønsberg, Norway. When a harrowing incident occurs, Loki is forced to confront his feelings.

By unlucky-number-13

Fire eyes 🍂 - Loki’s back in the TVA after the events at the Citadel, and no one remembers who he is. He’s feeling lost, not sure where to go or what to do next, and he’s got a new coworker who’s complicating his life even further. When she starts somehow triggering hallucinations, it’s a race against time to uncover the truth behind them before his own deceptions are uncovered.

Blood & Flowers 🍂 - When the insufferable Prince Loki casts a spell that causes flowers to bloom on your skin whenever he's injured, you can't even begin to fathom how it will turn your world upside down.

By loki-cees-all

The Little Things Give You Away 🍂 - It’s just a compulsion to steal the TemPad, and it’s just a habit to flee. The timelines have split, the TVA is in disarray, the threat of He Who Remains is insurmountable - and Loki is just so done with it all.

Cupcake For a God ☁🥀✨ - Loki’s birthday is approaching, and it forces himself to reconcile who he wants to be versus who he actually is, and to reflect on his almost certainly unrequited feelings for you.

By give-me-a-moose

Indulgence 🥀✨☁️ - Loki sees his hunger as a weakness, something to be starved. Not to be indulged.

No expert ☁️ - Loki ends up in the medbay and you swear you're gonna kill him.

Sketchy ☁️ - You struggle to find inspiration and Loki proves to be a wonderful muse.

Errands 🍂 - Loki must undergo the most harrowing trial on Midgard…Grocery shopping. 

By asgardwinter

Out of the window 🍂🪐 - Loki always blocked everyone out and he was fine living like that. Then you appeared in his way and decided to throw his rules out of the window.

Crumpled words ☁️ - Those words were all he had from you, and he’d keep them safe and locked away in the darkness.

Love again ☁️ - You swore you’d never love again then met him five minutes later. Feelings just don't work that way.

Traditional 🍂 - Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much.

Who needs electricity? ☁ - When the power goes out, Loki learns about your fear of the dark and uses a few tricks to make it better.

Stay here with me 🍂 - All Loki ever needed to calm down was you.

Ambient analysis ☁ - You like Loki, Loki doesn’t like you. At least that’s what a little bird told you.

Unkind 🥀☁✨ - Loki was always joking about you being one silly mortal until one day he wasn’t.

Breathless 🍂 - He’d make you breathless just in order to find his air.

A promise sealed with light ☁️ - It was news to him, having someone around that came up with such things as plans for the future.

Wearing Loki's hoodie ☁️

Would you kiss me if I asked you? 🍂 - How could you convince Loki you meant every drunk word you said to him?

I can't have it any other way ☁ - He only wanted to know if you were going to stay.

By lokisgoodgirl

A Prince's Release 🔥✨

By lokidreaming

The night before Valentine’s Day. 🔥✨

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Q'S ABOUT BYLETH / @mischiefmodig / no longer accepting ! ↳  ♥ - What does ‘love’ mean to them?

||. Byleth... is still trying to figure that out. At the moment, love is a shape without lines to Byleth; a song with no rhyme, a language without words It's not that it's meaningless... it's that the meaning isn't clear to Byleth. And how could it be? She hasn't had real, full, thriving emotions for most of her life; a lot of her time is spent playing emotional catch-up with everyone else in the room, no matter how young they are.

So, if you were to ask Byleth what "love" means, she would decline to answer, or pivot the question to someone else. She's still learning... and she wouldn't want to assign a meaning to a word she can barely describe. Especially if, after all of that... it turns out that she was wrong, and love actually means something else.

All that she does know is this : love comes in many forms. It can be shared between people who are courting, but it can also be shared between other kinds of family members too, like fathers and sons, brothers and sisters. It can be shared between friends, whether they're close, or they view each other as family. It can used for objects, animals and things that hold significance to a person. You can "love" a place, for instance. Just like you can "love" a job. (Granted, Byleth doesn't quite understand what makes the difference between 'loving' something and 'very much liking' something.)

But she's determined to understand, one day.

↳  ★ - Do they prefer daytime or nighttime and why?

||. Byleth is a night owl, through and through. (A majority of her supports take place wandering Garreg Mach at ... odd ... hours of the night.) But this can come into conflict with Byleth also being something of a habitual early riser. She very rarely gets a full night of sleep, often opting for anywhere between three and five hours on average. She enjoys the peace and quiet of the night. It allows her the room and the time to think, process through her life's events and newfound experiences. It also allows her to plan for the immediate future.

↳  ☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

( answered ! )

↳  ♔ - Do they value loyalty?

||. Byleth values loyalty and accountability above ALL else. Being able to trust that you will not get back-stabbed on a job is imperative to her former work as a mercenary - at least in terms of the mercenary members, and the group as a whole not getting betrayed by their employers. Of course, professionally, Byleth does understand that loyalty can only go so far when you can be hired by one person one day, and then hired by their enemy on the next day. That is where the utmost honor of having an accountable track record comes in. If you're honest, then you can be trusted within reason, even if your paths clashed not so long ago.

But when it comes to Byleth's personal loyalty, once it is earned, is difficult to break. If Byleth chooses you, she will move mountains for you. She will tie her path with yours, and very little will sway her on that path if she decides that following her chosen person (or their ideal) is her prerogative. This was true of Jeralt, and this is true of her house leaders. Which is why their responses to her during "A Form of Grief / Father's Diary (Blue Lions)" are so indicative of the person she becomes by the end of the route.

In Azure Moon, Dimitri tells Byleth to "live for what she believes in", or in other words : be true to your heart, because what your heart tells you is important will remain no matter what changes, or who leaves your life. She follows this creed with enough devotion not only to boomerang it back to Dimitri in his time of need, but then assist his will to extend a hand of mercy to their enemy at the end of the route.

In Verdant Wind, Claude... doesn't speak much on her loss with Jeralt, but he does encourage Byleth to seek the truth. In part through letting him look through her father's diary in search of answers about her past. She follows this into getting her answers from Seteth and Lady Rhea, enough so that she's able to put a permanent close on Nemesis' chapter once and for all at the end of that route.

In Crimson Flower/Silver Snow, Edelgard tells her - quite firmly - that she believes there is no sense in grieving. The world will move on with or without Byleth, and "all anyone else can offer are the tears of an outsider looking in." (She also makes it a point to note she will continue to move forward with her own life regardless of whether Byleth shares in that.) Obviously, Byleth can take this one of two ways: choosing to cleave her definition of belonging towards, or away from Edelgard's intended walk of life.

Her loyalty towards a person and their ideals is indomitable. And can quite literally be the difference between success and failure, winning and losing, and even life and death.