#⋆｡°·☁︎ next day's rain

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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.

[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

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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!

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“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?”

[serraphinm]

☁︎‎‎ 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.

[anachilles]

drive the dark clouds far away ☁

If anyone on Earth deserved tenderness, it was Gale Cleven. Throughout the years they’d known each other, he had dropped little morsels of his history into John’s lap, one piece at a time. It was almost off-hand, how he’d do it. Like he somehow hadn’t expected John to capture every one, savour them, commit them to memory and file them away in a special box in the back of his mind. To take them out as he did every so often and piece them together again, wondering about what young Gale had been before he was John’s ‘Buck’, so he had an entire landscape laid before him of what made Gale Cleven who he was. Or: Winter falls in Stalag Luft III, Gale's sick, and John has feelings about it all. -> read here on AO3 <-

A Nazi prisoner of war camp was hardly a place one would ever want to be, at any time or for any reason.

If Bucky had the choice, however, he sure as hell wouldn’t particularly choose to be in a Nazi prisoner of war camp in the middle of what was turning out to be a brutal Germanic winter.

It came on so suddenly, too, or at least that’s what it felt like. One day, the entire camp had been bathed in incandescent autumn sunshine. The kind that illuminated every leaf on every tree, lit the sky up so bright you could barely look at it, and sparkled off the surface of the puddles left behind from the early morning rain. The next day, and the next, and the next after that, it was like someone had gone and thrown a blanket over the sun itself. Everything was grey. Everything was dark. Everything around them started to wilt, to shed, to die.

For every degree the temperature dropped, for every shiver that raced up their spines in the dead of night, and for every dull, drizzly day that inched them through November and closer to Christmas, morale had started to plummet. It crept up on them and burrowed in like a degenerative disease, infiltrating their ranks one by one and slowly, gradually, started to break them down. Tired minds began to conjure bittersweet memories of good food, good music and the encompassing warmth of their families thousands of miles away, such imaginings only making their reality even starker. Anywhere at all outside the perimeter of the compound was beginning to feel like a whole other plane of existence.

At this point in the season, even the hours of daylight they were afforded were seemingly war-rationed. Dark moods, irritability and the icy tendrils of hopelessness had started to permeate the stalag as the sunsets came altogether too quick, and the daytimes were overwhelmingly bleak.

That night, Bucky shifted awkwardly in his bunk, trying to get comfortable in spite of the threadbare cushioning underneath him. It would have been pitch dark save for the slightest crack someone had left in the black-out curtains, letting moonlight spill in and make vague silhouettes out of the sleeping men around him. Several of them were snoring to various degrees of severity (God help them when Demarco properly got going), bed frames periodically creaking, someone even seemed to be humming slightly in their sleep.

The incessant background noise wasn’t the problem, though; the opposite, actually. From basic training, through flight school, then all the way to the war, Bucky had spent far too long now in shared quarters through every point in his military career to be able to sleep surrounded by absolute silence. In fact, if he closed his eyes and concentrated real hard he could probably have imagined himself being back in the barracks at Thorpe Abbotts right then, far, far away from this Kraut hell hole. Okay, the food wasn’t much better there, he’ll admit, but at least there was a stocked bar, actual showers, and no Nazi goons on a hairpin trigger when it came to pointing rifles at them for doing the sum total of jack shit too hard for their liking.

Bucky’s foot bounced in place as he stared a hole into the wooden slats of the bunk above him. Tension pulsed behind his eyes. When he exhaled, his breath materialised as a humid cloud, before dissipating again into the dark. Rain hammered against the window that was definitely draughty. His fingers were so cold they were starting to go white at the tips.

A sharp gasp suddenly pierced through the din, and in the same beat Bucky instinctively snapped towards it, the whirlpool in his brain suddenly stilling, sharpening down to a single point; like someone had ripped the plughole out of a bathtub. In the middle bunk directly across the way, in the shadows of the darkened cabin, the outline of Buck’s body jerked forward with a strangled little click… a pause… and then another. It was an oddly vulnerable sound, the action was chased by a heavy sniffle, and Bucky let out another long, visible breath.

With the insidious chill of deep winter now catching at their heels, illness was quickly becoming another looming problem with their fucked up sleep-away camp experience in the Glorious Third Reich. The often sub-zero temperatures, paired with a widespread lack of proper food, sleep, and provisions, as well as with them living on top of each other in such poorly built cabins (Bucky’d seen more insulation built into the damn backyard chicken coops he’d been roped into helping his neighbours build back home as a kid), meant that it was rife. Take a walk from one side of the camp to the other, and every third guy was coughing and spluttering with something.

It wasn’t even stuff that would necessarily be anything to worry about in any other time or place. Anywhere else in the modern age they lived in, it would be the usual winter crud that went around every year. Stuff that’d have them downing cough syrup, maybe a bit of hot whiskey, and being fussed over a bit by wives, girlfriends, or moms. Here, though? Despite how the men may joke about it to try and outrun the worry, lurking in a darkened corner of the room was an unavoidable reality that if the cold managed to sneak down into your chest and take root, lay you up with a fever you just can’t shake, in these conditions… well. Who knew what could happen?

There were some guys with a decent amount of medical training who acted as makeshift ‘doctors’ in a makeshift ‘hospital’ on site. Although, naturally as airmen, that leant more towards snapping back in dislocated shoulders, setting broken bones, and patching up bullet and/or shrapnel wounds well enough to get the victim to solid ground alive. There was little, if any, actual medicine to go around.

Before, it had been an abstract, underlying kind of concern, one he’d glance at every now and again before turning away, putting it out of his head again. Let himself be distracted by something else, not that there was much else to distract yourself with in here.

But then it was Buck.

Now, John’s body thrummed with a twitchy, nervous beat underneath his skin, some sort of momentum growing within him as his heart rate picked up and an internal debate played out in his head; one he’d been having with himself for several nights now. After only a handful of seconds from when he’d turned around in the first place though, there was another noise, something delicate and unplaceable. Whether it was the sound of teeth chattering or a stone rattling against the wall of the cabin, or whatever else it could be, it had John dropping down on his feet and gathering up his blanket, wincing as the chill of the room enveloped him all at once.

Crossing to Gale’s bedside, John wordlessly and unceremoniously chucked the blanket over the other man’s body, before leaning a hand against the wooden frame of the upper bunk above Gale’s own. He was curled up tight in on himself, arms stiff as they crossed over his chest, as if he was trying to gather any heat to be had around himself and keep it there by force.

John watched, and waited, as Gale sluggishly unfurled himself a little and turned around to face him, expression sleepy. His face caught the moonlight, something jarring in John’s chest at how pale he looked.

“Bucky?” he asked softly, his already rumbling voice now gravelly and shot to pieces. “Did I wake you?”

Unable to help himself, John heaved out a disbelieving huff of laughter, his voice dropping into a murmur “What, with your bizarre, near-perfectly silent sneezing? Yeah, you did, actually.” Gale rolled his eyes.

“Please, just try to be a bit more considerate to the other guests at this fine establishment.” Success curled fleeting warmth within John when he got a hint of a smile out of the other man. It was the first he’d seen from him in nearly two days, and the twitch of his mouth alleviated an increment of pressure in John’s chest he hadn’t even noticed he’d been holding. “God bless you, by the way.”

It would’ve sounded like a taunt if it wasn’t so fond.

“What do you want then, Bucky?”

In pursuit of cutting to the damn chase, because this was all fun and games but now John really was freezing his balls off, he replied “It’s too cold now for any of us to be sleeping by ourselves.”

At that, Gale’s rheumy gaze sharpened, his eyes scanning the room. John briefly followed them as they took in nearly every other man in the cabin having broken off into a pair to bunk down with for the winter.

“It’s okay, Buck,” John supplied, loosening the valve and letting sincerity bleed into his tone even as he lowered it. This is probably the most ‘okay’ we’ve ever been or ever will be to do this where people can see it.

Memories rise unbidden then; awkward, inexperienced fumbles and a hurried kiss in the barely-lit supply closet off an aircraft hangar in Texas while all the other cadets were asleep. Hidden away in Bucky’s short-lived Air Exec office while he still had it, a rare moment of stolen solitude behind a blessedly locked door with frosted windows. The one time they’d dared risk venturing into the woods at Thorpe Abbotts in the dead of night. They were more experienced by then, but somehow only more repressed and desperate for having now known the other’s touch, but having had to go without it for so long.

“Those RAF pricks were right about one thing for certain.”

“What’s that?”

“You were getting too handsy” Gale had said, voice edged in grit, grabbing John’s wrists and yanking them away behind his back.

In the next breath however, John shrugged, adding “And, well, you have my blanket now. So you either scoot over, or I go back to my bunk and freeze to death. Your choice.”

Gale levelled him with a withering look that only made John want to smile in return, but after a brief contemplative moment, a pregnant pause and a steely gaze edged in wary scrutiny, the caginess seemed to melt out of him, like he physically couldn’t hold onto it any longer. He acquiesced with no more fuss about it, shifting closer towards the wall and pulling up the blankets to invite John in. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, these bunks barely made to fit one fully grown man, never mind two, but suppose that was kind of the point of this, wasn’t it? 

John hopped up onto the bunk, the wood groaning slightly under their combined weight, and took the liberty of adjusting Gale a little further onto his side so that he could bracket right in tightly to his back. The length of Gale’s body seemed to slot perfectly against the curve of his own. Back to chest, thigh to thigh, shin to calf. As if by muscle memory, underneath the blankets John’s hand traced a reverent trail down the length of his side, the feeling warm and honey-sweet with familiarity. As was the way he felt Gale relax into his touch, his head turning a tantalising fraction of an inch back towards his face. John’s next exhale came more comfortably than any had in weeks, despite how his heartbeat kicked a little bit harder against his ribcage. Tracing upwards from where his hand had wandered to Gale’s thigh, because he’s nothing if not a goddamn hedonist, John indulged himself with another handful of stolen seconds to touch, to rub and knead affectionately at the curve of Gale’s waist.

This place was hell. A labyrinth of endless days filled with grey, bleak, monotonous nothingness on top of a vague, torturous hope that one day will be the right one; that that day they’ll escape. Or be liberated. They’d been keeping up to date with the state of the war on their homemade contraband radio, listened to and dutifully recited by Gale every night as they forced down boiled garden scraps swimming in dishwater broth. They couldn’t be long now from the invasion of Europe, they tried to reassure each other. It proved enough to get the men out of bed every day and keep them going through the drudgery.

John, though; if he had this. If he had Buck solid and tangible and living and breathing before his eyes and underneath his fingertips, he’d find his way out. The embers that sparked to life in his chest with the feeling of just being near him would light his way out.

A shallow cough sounded from somewhere across the room, and John’s hand froze, even under the shroud of the blankets. Despite arguing the logic of this himself only minutes ago, of why it was ‘okay’, the sudden reminder of the ambient presence of the other men in the room amplified then. John couldn’t help but be aware of it, a shred of unease fluttering to life in his chest.

Swallowing it down, and simply unable to truly pull himself away anyway, he retired his wandering touch and looped his arm around Gale’s middle. His broad hand splayed wide across his chest as he brought the other man impossibly closer. John could feel just how cold he was, even through the fabric of his clothes. That was worrying enough in and of itself, but shock jolted through him like lightning as Gale’s hand brushed his own.

“Jesus, Buck! You’re like ice,” John ground out, reaching to grab it before Gale could move it away again. He knew he likely wasn’t much better, all-too-aware of the pervasive and unshakable chill infecting his own fingers. Whatever last vestiges of warmth he may have had remaining within himself though, hidden away in some forgotten or unreachable nook or cranny, he’d give to Gale in a heartbeat if he could. Even if he couldn’t, he’d try regardless.

Gale’s fingers flexed around his own, joining them, before bringing them up to his mouth and huffing a breath of hot air over John’s hand. The breath caught a little in his throat though, triggering a bubbling of thick, stilted coughs. “You are too.”

John laughed, but there was no humour in it. “Yeah, no shit. We all are…” he said, his tone softening then, even as he prodded the back of Gale’s knee with his own “...but you’re sick. So I’d argue it’s definitely more important to make you not so.”

He felt Gale’s body squirm a little uncomfortably in place against him, shaking his head a little, tilting it down. “It’s just a cold, John.”

“Yeah, for now. But you don’t…” The whispered words fall between them with a heavy clang, echoes of meaning slipping through where maybe they hadn’t been intended. John’s eyes were trained on the back of Gale’s head in the dark, his forehead resting on the other man’s golden crown. Even then, John felt more than saw him stiffen, then pull away as much as he physically could from John’s vice-like hold. He pitched forward with two more clumsily pinched back sneezes, grumbling in annoyance as he then groped underneath the pillow, eyes teary and nose dripping, for the now-worn handkerchief he’d been holding there.

Yeah, it wasn’t exactly convenient, particularly at a time such as this, that they all tended to only have the one on them that they’d had when they went down.

Oh, it was so uncharacteristically inelegant it was actually endearing. A peek behind the curtain at Gale Cleven, the mere mortal. Happy to let himself be sidetracked from his worry for a moment, John dipped into one of the inner pockets of his long coat and pulled out his own handkerchief, gallantly offering it over.

Gale’s head swivelled back, his gaze questioning, and John shrugged. “It’s clean, I promise,” he said, though his eyebrows drew together in sudden contemplation. “Well… mostly. I might’ve washed up with it earlier today…” He made a show of trailing off, pulling the collar of his sweater up over his face and taking an experimental sniff down into it. “Ah, no, definitely not, actually. You’re all good.”

Thoroughly used to his antics, Gale didn’t even blink, though his chapped lips did pull up into a fleetingly small, slow, reluctant sort of smile, before eventually taking it from him. He let the fabric linger in his fingers for a mysterious extra beat, his thumb swiping once over it, before putting it to use. When he did speak, his voice was completely mangled with congestion. “Well, beggars can’t be choosers. Probably would have taken it anyway.”

John winced, the levity leaking back out of his countenance like a faulty fuel line. “You sound awful, Buck,” he mumbled seriously, “C’mon, lie back down.”

Though he dismissed the concern with a telling look, Gale complied and they fell into an easy sort of silence. Their breaths, underlined by the tangible rise and fall of John’s chest against the other man’s back, fell into the slow, steady rhythm held by the rest of the room. Even after a handful of minutes he could tell Gale wasn’t sleeping, though. Neither was he, evidently, feeling like a live wire despite how exhausted and perpetually bone-weary his body had become. He was tired, probably needed to sleep, but at the same time didn’t want to miss a second of their contact now that they had established it. He didn’t want to close his eyes, open them again, and it be morning time again so damn soon, that chasm of emptiness in the space between them returning all too quickly.

If only to give himself something to do, have somewhere to put that gnawing awareness, John gave into temptation. Ducking his head, he pressed his lips to the nape of Gale’s neck. Just once, at first. Experimental; his eyes flitting up briefly to catch Gale’s reaction. With the sight of his lips dropping further open around a sudden inhale he tried to conceal, John took the silent approval and continued in his work. One kiss here, another one there, he marked a languid trail down the column of Gale’s neck and back up again, an answering shiver racing up the length of his spine when John’s mouth teased that one little spot under the hinge of his jaw. It was addictive; and what was Bucky Egan if not an addict?

Having thoroughly surveyed all that he could reach, John’s hand slipped down and palmed at Gale’s hip, urging him to turn back over and face him. When he did, his cheeks were flushed. His eyes still heavy, but now with pupils blown and trained right on him. They pinned John in place, made the cabin, and the camp, and all of Germany, all of Europe itself disappear around him. As if pulled by magnets and with the weight of the last couple of months bearing down on him, John moved to kiss him properly. His eyes snapped open when his mouth met the soft pressure of cold, unyielding fingertips, mere centimetres from the IP.

There was something brittle now in Gale’s gaze when John looked again, that feeling scooped back up and the lid put back on the jar. It still shone through though, muted but simmering away under the surface. Behind the shield of darkness and John’s broad body, Gale’s hand twisted, cupping John’s jaw as his thumb delicately swiped across the seam of his lips. “You’re gonna end up getting sick with me lying here breathing in your face all night.”

John let out a huff of annoyance, exaggerated maybe just a little bit in the hopes of making Gale smile again. “No, I won’t.”

“Yes, you will.”

Despite his amusement at the childish back and forth, John relented, changing course. “Okay, well, if it’s doomed to happen anyway I’d rather it was from you than any of the rest of these clowns, so…” He peeled Gale’s hand from his jaw, his phantom touch lingering in a way he hoped remained corporeal right through until the morning at the very least. In the same fluid movement he turned it around and mouthed his knuckles, then with a heart so full it could’ve burst right out of him, leaned in, slowly, carefully, kissed him anyway.

Oh, he could feign all the long-suffering exasperation he wanted to, but John knew the truth of the matter in how the tense lines of the other man’s body loosened under his hold then, how he nudged himself closer in the new position to close out any hint of a gap and the biting chill that could and would find its way through.

God knew he needed it, too. John wasn’t sure if it was just him that noticed the trail of signs left in Gale’s wake wherever he went throughout the day, subtle or not, that gave away just how crappy he was feeling. Sitting in the same room as the rest of them but far enough away at any given point. The way he’d pinch the bridge of his nose, presumably against the pressure there and the ache behind his eyes. How his chest sometimes seized with the need to cough that had been swallowed back. How he’d been keeping it all held back behind a tight jaw and clenched teeth, a brave face on for the sake of their men and the general morale. Whether he’d choose it or not, Gale knew he was a symbol, much like John, much like any other group’s commanding officers. He had a responsibility.

Now, though, in whatever new strange semi-privacy they’d stumbled upon and could seemingly kid themselves for a few hours they were alone within, it started to crumble.

In the extended silence, with sleep still out of reach, John couldn’t help but reflect on all of that. Right down to the very position he’d found him in when he gathered the nerve to approach his bunk, Gale was so damn protective of himself. Fiercely so, at times, that stoic, guarded veneer serving as a concrete wall between himself and the sometimes inexplicable chaos of the world. When they first met, oh so many moons ago now, John had been tempted to simply assume he lived with a stick up his ass and leave it at that.

Maybe it was because he was pretty in a way that his teenage self didn’t quite have the vernacular to understand yet, maybe it was the quiet echo of his mom’s voice in the back of his head scolding him about not judging a book by its cover, maybe it was divine intuition. But whatever it was, Bucky would thank whatever may have been out there in the sky looking down on them that, for whatever reason, he’d chosen instead to throw all of his chips in on Gale Cleven and insist on knowing him anyway. To push and prod and tease and question and irritate and somehow charm his way into the other boy’s life, into the most genuine, heartfelt friendship he’d ever had, and then further into, well, this. One that allowed him to pull on the thread of the image of himself that Gale presented to the world, bit by bit, without reprisal.

Throughout the years they’d known each other, Gale had dropped little morsels of his history into John’s lap, one piece at a time. It was almost off-hand, how he’d do it. Like he somehow hadn’t expected John to capture every one, savour them, commit them to memory and file them away in a special box in the back of his mind. To take them out as he did every so often and piece them together again, wondering about what young Gale had been before he was John’s ‘Buck’ and how he wished he could’ve been there for him, so he had an entire landscape laid before him of what made Gale Cleven who he was.

If he was stubborn and headstrong and fiercely protective of himself, fine. He had every right to be; had made himself that way out of necessity. Thinking about the circumstances of how and why made John’s heart ache something stupid just to think about, so he made a point to try not to.

If anyone on Earth deserved tenderness, it was Gale Cleven. For having taken the shitty hand life had dealt him and still come out the other side so kind and compassionate, to have taken all the hurt and the loneliness, bottled it up, and somehow turned it into white-knuckled determination to do better with himself. For having made his life something, even if his ambition was originally rooted in defiance against what had been laid out for him. For having the hordes of men in the squadron he presides over look upon him with deferential reverence, for giving them hope by making himself look invincible. Truly uncatchable, even despite having been caught.

If it ever got to be too much, though, especially in here, where home seemed so far away, and the idea of safety such an abstract, unreachable concept, Bucky would shoulder it. Without a second thought, every time. Gale Cleven deserved tenderness, and by hell was John Egan going to do everything he could to give it to him.

John had his moments when he let the darkness in; indulged in thoughts of disillusionment, found himself questioning any number of aspects of what they were doing, how they were doing it, and for what. One thought always ended up shing through the murky din though, a guiding light that pretty much always managed to pull John back in its direction. Back on path.

So long as he and Gale Cleven were on the same side, he knew he was in the right spot.

“Bucky?” His voice reached out, barely there and so soft John could’ve denied even hearing it at all. “You still awake?”

John’s eyes fluttered open, readjusting to the dark again as he blinked away the cobwebs from the sort of half-sleep he’d drifted off into. He hummed in affirmation. “What d’ya want then, Buck?” he echoed from earlier, chucking the other man’s own words back at him with a teasing, heavy-lidded smirk.

The question hung still and charged in the air between them as Gale hesitated, teetering on the brink of losing the nerve to ask whatever it was he wanted. Surely he should know by now, with John being the blatant and irredeemable sucker that he is, could ask quite literally anything of him and he’d find a way to grant him it?

Gale looked like his mind was half somewhere else, eyes unable to fully meet John’s own, and still seemingly debating whether to continue or not right up until the moment the words left his lips. “Y’know what, um… what this needs right now?”

John’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

When it came, it came small and vulnerable. “...vocals,” he said, before catching himself, the word ghosting across John’s chin. “Very, very quiet vocals.” Gale’s hand wound around John’s back, before slipping up the back of his shirt to flatten against John’s freckled back. 

John couldn’t help the smile unwinding across his face, eyes sparkling in the dark with sudden mirth. “From me?” he questioned, infused with faux-disbelief. He made a show of pressing the back of his hand up under his dirty blond bangs to Gale’s forehead, half-teasing about checking for fever, but breathing a very real sigh of relief when he found little evidence of one yet.

“I mean, I did always say you would all eventually come around and see me for the true musical talent that I am. I’m just glad it’s finally being acknowledged, so I won’t hold the delay against you.”

Gale rolled his eyes, though it drew a smile out of him at the same time, even so.

He may have had no hope of being privy to all that went on inside Gale’s head, despite knowing all the important coordinates and the routes to get there. But he could see the sickbed request for what it was, the reminder of where they’d come from. A tether to an old life that felt sickeningly distant now, lost in the soupy abyss of the camp. A yearning for something familiar; anything. He sees just a hint of Gale’s impatience, his growing frustration at their situation and the longing for home, and it fractionally lightens the loads bearing down on John’s own chest. That for all his calm, careful control on the surface, it was confirmation that he felt it too.

Catching them both by surprise, and with grumbled curse, Gale twisted away with another desperate sneeze, newly acquired handkerchief hastily raised. Newly, and sort of relievingly, unrestrained, the harsh sound echoing off the walls of the small cabin.

Uncharacteristically flustered and with an apology quick on his tongue, Gale immediately moved his entire body so they were chest to back again, and he was facing the wall. “Right, that’s it. I’m turning back around.”

“You do whatever you need to get comfortable, and I’ll ahem, warm up,” he replied through a smile, the dismissal of the apology silent but palpable.

Gale fell asleep that night to the soft, dulcet tones of Blue Skies butchered in his ear. Despite the cold, despite the illness, it was the easiest sleep since he’d arrived.

The next morning, Douglass and Hambone were the first to reluctantly extricate themselves out of bed, it being their turn to do the first water run of the day and collect the cabin’s assigned jugs. Once they were outside, confident in being completely out of earshot, the gossip flowed freely.

“Jesus, you’d think Cleven and Egan gab enough to each other during the day, now they’re going to be at it at night too?!”

[littlexscarletxwitch]

Florence pregnant is such a cute idea and I loved your fic about the baby talk! Can I request a fic on Florence being pregnant and the baby being born? WLW couple, first baby and they are so excited!

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paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, smut (or at least I tried), established relationship, pregnancy

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language, smut, wlw sex, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving)

word count: 2,504

note: Thank you for requesting this, I had so much fun writing it. I hope you don't mind I added the smut part, it just sort of happened. I really hope you like it. Also guys, (not sure if anyone actually reads this part) in two days I'm going on holidays, so i don't think I will be able to post anything, maybe some Florence's pictures/videos from time to time. But I can't make any promises. I'll tried to work on more fics tho, so once I'm back I'd just post them. I only have one request left for the moment, so I will try to post that before leaving. Also I was thinking of writing for Wanda and maybe some other Marvel characters. What do you guys think? I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

note 2: Since this is sort of my universe, I decided that a woman can get another woman pregnant so this would be Y/n and Florence's biological child. Yeah, I don't want men around Florence, even if they are fictional and technically created by me. Flo is for the girls, the gays and the theys.

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

It was raining outside when Florence told you the best news ever. 

You were looking out the window, admiring the rain. There was something so peaceful about the rain that just calmed you down, as though it was washing away all your worries. Billie sat next to you, cuddling in your thighs. She would stir when hearing thunder and get closer to you, as if looking for your protection. 

You were lost in your thoughts that didn’t realise Florence kneeling in front of you until she taped your knee, demanding your attention. 

“What is it?” you asked, you couldn’t read what she was feeling but knew she needed you to know something. 

“Do you remember me being sick the last couple of days?”

“Yeah, what about it? Are you sick again?”

“No, not quite,” Florence looked at Billie, trying to find some comfort and reassurance in her dog. She was scared of your reaction. “I, um, I realised why I was feeling sick.”

“What was it, baby?” you grabbed her hands and squeezed them softly, letting her know you were listening carefully to every word she was saying. She then looked at you, took a big breath and just spilled the words out of her mouth. 

“I’m pregnant,” she mumbled quickly, as if not actually wanting to tell you. 

It took you a whole second to understand her words, your eyes lighted up, a small smile forming on your lips. “You are? One hundred percent sure?”

“Yes, I took three tests. All positive,” her eyes were starting to get watery. 

You hugged her at the confirmation, tears forming in your eyes. But they weren't sad tears. Florence let out all the breath she had been holding since she saw the results of her tests once she felt your warmth. 

“Oh my god. We are going to be mums. I’m so happy. I love you so much, Flo. So so much,” you kissed all her face. 

Billie started to bark at the two of you, almost as if she knew that soon there was going to be a little human keeping her company as well. 

“You’re not mad?” Florence said, tears now running down her cheeks. 

“Why would I be mad? This is the best news ever. I’m going to call my mum, she’s going to love this. I can’t believe this. This is the greatest day of my life,” you kissed her lips and quickly grabbed your phone to tell all your acquaintances about the news. 

Florence could only look at you in wonder. She couldn't believe that just minutes ago she was afraid to tell you about this. How silly of her.

[...]

You guys were waiting for the doctor to call you in. Florence was now three months in. Her belly was showing a bit, but not enough to tell if it was a pregnant belly or a beer belly. You thought that it looked good on her, sometimes even hot. 

Minutes later you guys were called for the check up. This would be the first time you would look at the screen and see some kind of human resemblance. 

Florence was lying in the stretcher, her hand in yours giving you a squeeze. She was so excited to see her baby. 

“How are you guys doing?”

“Everything’s just fine, Doc,” she answered. 

“Glad to hear that. Okay, let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” you only squeezed Florence's hand even harder. 

A few minutes later, when the doctor was done setting everything up, the screen lit up. At first you couldn’t understand what your eyes were looking at. The doctor said that she was taking measurements of the baby's head, hence the big circle taking up the whole screen. She then moved the instruments further down Florence belly and said that she was now taking measurements of the baby's femur. She did a few more examinations and then said:

“Okay, everything seems good. Now, let’s listen to the baby’s heart beat.” The three of you went silent and then, a second later, the room was filled by a loud thumping noise. “Wow, that’s a strong healthy heart, guys,” you could only smile at Florence, your eyes getting watery in just a second. “Okay, we’re done with the check ups. Let me show what you want,” she moved the instrument along Flo’s belly, and a second later a baby-like image showed on the screen. 

“Oh, god,” that was all you could say, mesmerised by the simple image in front of you. They were tiny, and all you could see was just their silhouette, but you knew they were perfect already. 

You looked at Florence, tears in the corner of her eyes as well, pecked her lips, and whispered in her ear how much you love her. 

[...]

“What about Rafaela?” 

“We are not naming the baby after you, Raffie,” the youngest pugh rolled her eyes pretending she was mad at her sister’s response. 

You and Florence were having dinner with her family, and the baby’s name came up as a topic for conversations. 

“Raffie, I’m sorry. But they are naming the kid after me. Y/n told me earlier, but she didn’t want to upset you,” Toby teased her little sister. You could only roll your eyes at the two of them, trying to hold your smile at Raffie’s clearly now upset face. 

“Toby, stop bothering your sister,” Deborah scolded him.

“I actually like the name Toby,” Florence added, just to annoy her sister even further. 

“Oh, come on, Flo. We can name our child after your brother of all people,” you winked at Raffie. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Toby asked in disbelief. 

You looked at Raffie and the both of you just burst in laughter.

[...]

Florence was now seven months in. Now everyone could tell that you knocked her up. 

You guys were watching a marvel movie. Your arm around Florence while your other hand was trailing small circles in her belly, hoping to get the baby moving. 

“I always liked the name Natasha,” Florence squinted her eyes at you, trying to tell if you were being serious or not. 

“We are not naming our kid after one of your favourite marvel superheroes.”

“Pff, that’s not why I–,” she raised her eyebrow at you. “Okay, fine you got me. What about Natalia?” you tried again. 

“Y/n.”

“Okay, fine. You’re boring.”

“Oh, yeah?” a grin forming on her face. “Am I boring when I do this?” she moved her mouth to your neck, her breath instantly making you shiver but then it turned into a burning feeling once she gently kissed your sensitive skin. 

“You are a bit less boring now,” you tried to suppress a whimper escaping from your mouth. 

“What if I do this?” her hand moved down your shirt to find your breast, you silently thanked god that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

As soon as her hand touched your sensitive nipple a moan escaped from your mouth, but was quickly cut off with Florence’s lips. Her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, more moans falling from your mouth but muffled by Florence’s lips. Her hands trailing circles and pinching your nipple. 

Once you guys pulled apart to take a breath, she took off your shirt, your whole chest now on display and for her to touch as she wanted. Her right hand went straight to your left breast while her mouth went straight for your right nipple. Her tongue circling it, sometimes even biting it. 

She then moved her lips further down your body, leaving love bites all over your abdomen. Once she reached your shorts, you helped her take them off of you. Panties included. Now you were all hers. She kissed the insides of your tights, getting closer to your core, where you needed her the most. 

“Flo…” you trailed off, not being able to say much, your mind too foggy to think of anything else but her. 

She licked up your slit, earning a moan from you. A grin on her face knowing you were all hers, in that moment and for the rest of your life. She put her mouth and tongue to work, sucking and licking as much as she could. She tasted your wetness on her lips making her aroused. 

“Stop teasing,” you begged her. 

“What do you need, baby?” her hot breath caused goosebumps. Florence knew what you needed —what you wanted. But she needed to hear from you first. Being pregnant made Florence even hornier than when she wasn’t. She blamed it on the hormones. But truth be told, she had always been this horny, but only for you. There was something about you that made her knees go weak everytime she got a glimpse of your body.

“Your fingers,” a whimper escaped from your lips once she bit your core. “I need your fingers, Flo.”

Without wasting another second Florence pushed two fingers inside you, a small cry came out of your mouth. 

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well,” you said before getting her tongue back to work. 

She curled her fingers inside you and stared a small pace, out and in of you, while her tongue attacked your clit. You were a mess under her. Your knuckles were turning white from your thigh grip on the bed sheets, your back arching at her touch, your legs spreading wide open for her to have more access to you. 

She started to thrust her fingers in you faster once she noticed you were close to your realise. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Florence moved her head up just a bit so she could see your face. Your lips were apart, moans coming out of them, your brows were furrowed, she enjoyed that view. Especially you moaning out her name over and over again. 

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, you knew you were about to finish. “Flo…” you whispered.

“Let go, baby,” and as if on cue, you felt the knot disappear, your hand moved to her head, pushing her even closer to you, her tongue making you scream her name. A soft moan escaped from Florence lips while trying to suck all of your juices. 

She guided you while coming out of your high, her fingers slowly moving out of you. She then sucked at her fingers, wanting to get as much of you as she could. You already missed her fingers inside of you. 

“So sweet,” she said tasting you on her fingers. Then lied next to you, kissing your forehead. 

“I love you,” you muttered, already getting sleepy. 

“I love you more,” she replied, covering both of your bodies with the bedsheets. 

[...]

About three months later, you and Florence were doing some gardening when Florence felt her legs get wet. 

“Um, Y/n, I think my water just broke.”

“Oh, shit. Holy fuck. Oh my god is happening, oh my god,” you rushed inside to get the bag you and Florence had packed a few days ago, knowing the baby would come any day. “Holy shit, Flo, we have everything right? Did you…?

“Y/n, calm down. It’s going to be fine,” she squeezed your shoulder.

“I think I’m going to faint, baby,” you eyes rolled back for a second, Florence shaking you body so it would work properly. 

“Don’t you dare pass out on me, Y/n. I’m the one about to pull a baby out of me, okay? Keep it together,” she suppressed the need to slap some sense into you.

[...]

You couldn’t stop looking at her, mesmerised by her entirely. 

You had been waiting for 9 months and now there she was. You thought the greatest day of your life was when Florence told you she was pregnant, but now this was the greatest day of your life. The day that your daughter had been born.

Florence had given birth to your beautiful daughter just an hour ago. Once your ears were filled by her loud crying, tears forming in your eyes as well as in Florence’s. This was the moment the both of you had been waiting for the last 9 months —meeting her. And god, she was perfect. The first thing you recognized in your daughter was Florence’s little nose, you chuckled at the similarity. 

Not only was she healthy but she was breathtaking. You knew all born babies were ugly, that was the rule of life. But it seemed that for some reason the rule didn’t apply to your babygirl. Because she was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, as beautiful and mesmerising as your Florence. You couldn't be more proud of her, for growing this little human inside of her. 

“I love her so much already,” you whispered to Florence, trying not to disturbed the baby in her arms.

“She’s as perfect as you are,” a smile plastered on her face once she looked at you. 

“Oh, come on, those are your genes. Just look at her,” you kissed Florence’s forehead. She giggled at your words. 

“You want to hold her?” she was already giving the tiny human to you. 

Once she was in your arms, you felt completed. Not that anything was missing, but it was as if things should have always been this way. With Florence right by your side. The baby stirred under your hands, getting used to your warmth and touch, but it was af she could tell that it was her mama holding her and stop moving around, falling back into her sleep. You poked her hand with your pinky finger, trying your best to not disturb her but you wanted to touch her, as though you were making sure she was real. You gasped once her tiny hand opened and grabbed your pinky finger. 

Florence was looking at the both of you with watery eyes. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was finally there with her, you holding her close to your chest. She didn’t know she could love someone as much as she loved you, and there it was, right in front of her. She couldn't wait for everyone to meet her. She knew she would be loved by everyone, but loved the most by the two of you. 

“What about Daisy?” you whispered to Florence. 

“Are you sure it’s not a marvel character?” she teased you. 

You looked at her, trying to find an answer, the truth was that it was a marvel character’s name, but you had always loved that name regardless of that.

“I, um…” she chuckled at your missing words. 

“It’s perfect. Little Daisy,” your eyes lit up at her words. 

“Little Daisy,” you repeated, it did sound perfect. 

[...]

Bonus scene (moments before driving Florence to the hospital):

911 operator: 911, what’s your emergency?

Y/n: Yeah, my wife is going into labour *trying to not freak out*

911 operator: Is this her first child?

Florence: DON’T YOU DARE.

Y/n: No, this is her wife.

(I thought this would be funny)

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

-M

[mocha1662]

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.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。

“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.

❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。❀。• *₊°。

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.

[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. 🔥✨

[alolynn-heart]

☁ ? 👀

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse @rcguish

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

She  -really-  should  have  checked  the  forecast  for  today.  She  forgot  it  wasn't  as  predictable  in  other  regions.  How  many  times  have  something  like  that  slipped  her  mind?  She  was  almost  -always-  out  making  deliveries.  Lynn  didn't  even  think  much  of  the  overcast  that  blanketed  the  sky.

And  yet...

Each  time  one  of  her  feet  made  contact  with  the  wet  pavement,  a  hard  splash  was  made.  Water  droplets  kicking  up.  A  few  times  there  was  the  occasional  skid,  grabbing  onto  anything  nearby.  Street  lamps,  the  back  of  a  bench,  even  the  railing  to  the  docks.

She  was  just  almost  there...she  could  make  it.

Prior,  she  was  making  her  last  delivery  in  Olivine  City.  At  first  she  heard  the  rumble  of  thunder  in  the  distance.  Her  customer  had  been  a  little  slow  retrieving  the  payment.  No  worries,  right?

Still  her  mightyena  was  the  one  who  was  tugging  on  her  sleeve.  Usually  docile,  Lynn  knew  something  was  up.  Tsuki  was  never  really  scared  of  a  little  rain.

That's  when  the  bellowing  horn  of  one  of  the  ships  was  heard.  The  very  one  she  needed  to  catch.  The  gleam  from  the  Olivine  Lighthouse  shining  down  upon  it.  This  was  the  first  warning.

The  next  warning  came  with  both  the  horn  and  the  ringing  of  departure  bells.  And  yet  the  dock  was  crowded.  Full  of  people  move  back.  Pushing  back  into  the  opposite  direction.  The  dark  type  canine  aided  in  however  she  could  to  help  its  trainer  get  through.  By  then  her  breath  was  shallow.  And  after  all  that...she  was  too  late.

The  ship  that  would  ferry  her  back  to  the  Alolan  Islands  had  disembarked.  She  hunched  over  catching  her  composure.  She  cursed  to  herself  watching,  before  opening  up  her  bag.  She  had�� some  money  she  made  from  the  days  deliveries..but  was  it  really  enough?

By  then  she  had  noticed  that  it  was  quiet  around  her.  All  except  another  nearby.  The  red  haired  male  did  seem  to  be  lost  in  thought.  Maybe  even  unbothered  by  the  storm.  They  weren't  familiar.  No  one  she  seemed  to  recognize.

Straightening  herself  up  more,  she  slightly  turned  to  them  "Oh?  Did  you  miss  it  as  well?"  she  asked.  An  attempt  to  break  the  ice

[fellstcr]

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.

[therainroguefanfiction]

❉ 139 Dreams (Floyd Leech) Survive

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Word Count: 2,770

Pairing: Female Reader x Floyd

World: Twisted Wonderland

Notes: I have been out of commission for like three days because my cramps were so goddamn bad, I've just been sleeping or writing while lying in bed ;_;) This is totally self-indulgent because I would give anything to be squeezed by Floyd while on my period.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ: ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

You woke up early that morning, jolted awake by an agonizing pain in your lower stomach. It felt like someone had reached inside and were twisting your insides into pretzels. Your period wasn't even due to start for another three days and yet the pain always came early, like a warning bell that refused to be shut off. You considered just staying in bed and skipping class but you knew Riddle would find out through Ace and scold you. You weren't even in Heartslabyul and yet you still always got scolded by the short male. It was a real pain sometimes. Though, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't sweet that he seemed to genuinely care about you.

A groan passed your lips as you pulled yourself out of bed, wincing in pain. You didn't have the energy to pick your feet up, dragging them across the floor to the bathroom so you could look for some painkillers. You sighed in relief seeing the white bottle, but your hopes were crushed when you picked it up, noting how light it was. Shaking it confirmed your fears - it was empty. You had forgotten to buy more after your last period. Not only that, but you had spent the last of your thaumarks buying laundry detergent for Ruggie and tuna for Grim.

All you wanted to do was curl in on yourself right there on the bathroom floor and not move for the next week and, honestly, you were about to do just that when you remembered that today was test day. If you missed them, you wouldn't be allowed to make them up. As a student without magic, you already struggled to keep your grades above a passing level and if you tanked all of your tests for not showing up, it'd be nearly impossible to recover from.

"Damn it," you muttered, dragging yourself to the closet so you could get your uniform. 'I don't know if I can survive the day... but I have to at least try. Damn you mother nature for cursing me with painful periods!'

When you finally managed to get changed, you made sure you had some pads in the pocket of your pants before you made your way down the stairs, each step taking way more energy than it should. You had just woken up but you already felt completely drained.

"Woah, you look like shit!" Ace commented as soon as he saw you, a startled look on his face. "You get cursed or something?"

"That's rude," Deuce scowled at him before frowning at you. "You do look terrible, though. Are you okay?"

"Peachy," you grunted, walking past them toward the door.

Both males looked at Grim who was happily munching on tuna. When he finally noticed their looks, he blinked at them. "What?"

"What did you do to Y/N?" Deuce demanded, slapping his fist into his palm.

"Hah? I didn't do nothin' to her!"

"She was fine when we left last night," Ace commented suspiciously.

The three of them started to argue, the sound grating on your nerves. Between the pain, the weakness, the worry over the tests, and now their yelling, you were already at your breaking point.

"Shut the hell up!" you snapped, glaring at them. They looked at you in surprise, looking like small children. "God, all the three of you do is argue and nitpick! Just grow up for five minutes!" You shoved your feet into your sneakers before throwing the door open and heading outside, not waiting for them to recover.

The morning was foggy, dark clouds loitering in the sky as thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance. Normally, you would have been on cloud nine knowing that it was going to rain and seeing how dark the day was, but no matter how hard you tried to focus on that, your pain was greater and it would remind you of that every time you tried to think of something else. You held your hand over your lower stomach and you leaned forward as you walked to try and alleviate some of the pain, your free hand on the wall to keep you steady. The other students looked at you weird, whispering as they easily passed by your slow pace. One of the biggest downsides to being in an all-boys school was that they just didn't understand the pain you went through each month. Even if you tried to explain, it was one of those things that you just couldn't really grasp unless you've experienced it for yourself. Most of them didn't want to hear about it, anyway, which was a good way to get out of awkward conversations, at least.

You finally made it to the classroom, taking a moment to compose yourself before heading inside. Sitting down helped a little bit but not much, so you brought your knees up toward your chest, resting your feet on the side of the desk for leverage. It was the most relief you had felt so far and you sighed in relief.

"Y/N-san, this is not a barn," Trein scolded when he entered the classroom. "Put your feet down and sit properly!"

You were about to argue, in the perfect mood for doing just that, but you knew it would be pointless. Even if he did understand, you doubted he would care or give you special treatment because of it, so you just gritted your teeth and did as he asked, closing your eyes as the pain got worse.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ: ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

You had somehow managed to make it to lunchtime, but you knew you had probably flunked half of your exams. You just couldn't focus and when you weren't breaking your pencil, you were resting your head on the cool desk. Most of the questions had been left unanswered and the ones you had answered were most likely wrong. Not that you really cared right now.

Ace paused when he realized you weren't following the group toward the cafeteria. "Y/N, you comin'?"

You forced a smile, feeling guilty about your actions earlier but you weren't ready to apologize just yet. Your period always made you easily annoyed and quite cranky, so you weren't entirely confident in your ability to stop from snapping at them again. It would be easier to apologize all at once, in that case. "I'm gonna study for a bit."

With a shrug, he turned back around and walked away.

It was a lie, honestly. You couldn't care less about studying, but you felt sick to your stomach and the thought of food made your nose wrinkle up. Plus, this was the perfect time to find a quiet place and curl up into a ball, hoping the ground would swallow you whole. This came in the form of a large tree behind the school, the wood dark and old. You just made it beneath the branches before the sky opened up, showering down rain onto the earth.

'Perfect,' you thought with a smile, sliding down the tree and bringing your knees as close to your chest as possible. 'It's quiet, I can sit however I like, and it's raining. I should be able to relax for a bit here.' You took a few deep breaths, breathing in the scent of the rain as you focused on the soft pitter-patter. For the first time all day, you actually started to relax and your pain lessened. You had found your tranquility.

Maybe a bit too much tranquility.

Your eyes grew heavy and though you tried to fight it, your body was just too exhausted to win. 'I'm just resting my eyes... that's all...' Your breathing evened out as you fell asleep.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ: ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

You jolted awake, blinking tiredly as you slowly became aware of your surroundings. You were still under the tree, the rain a soft mist around you. Night had fallen which meant that you slept through your exams. 'Well, what's done is done... but what woke me up?'

You faintly remembered the sound of a frantic cry, but you assumed you had just been dreaming. Maybe it was a nightmare in which your period became a living person whose sole reason for existing was to make you miserable. You shook your head at the thought, starting to pull yourself up but you lost your balance, falling back to the ground. Your back was killing you and your cramps had returned with a fiery vengeance. What you wouldn't give for a heating pad and some painkillers right now. Maybe Sam would let you take out a tab? Or maybe you could charge it to Leona's account... but that would mean taking the trip out to his shop and it's already nighttime.

'Well, I've made it this far, why give up now?' So you rolled onto your side, your back facing the tree. The temperature was dropping, the air damp from the rain, but you just wrapped your arms around yourself and closed your eyes. There was a rock or a twig digging into your shoulder but you didn't have the energy to lift up and move it. It was nothing compared to your cramps anyway.

You had just about dozed off when you heard it - a very distressed and familiar voice crying out a familiar nickname.

"Namazu-chan! Where are you?!"

Was that... Floyd? It had to be. He was the only one that called you catfish, after all. The sound of his voice gave you strength and you slowly pushed yourself up, wincing in the process. Would he think to look back here for you? No one else had come across you in the hours you had spent there, but you couldn't bring yourself to yell for him. So, you did the next best thing. You tried to send him a psychic message, hoping the universe would help you out. 'Floyd, I'm behind the school, hidden behind the giant oak. Please come find me and take me to a soft bed. P.S. bring painkillers.'

The bushes to your left rustled before a giant bullfrog came hopping out, croaking loudly as he did so. He stopped halfway, turned his head toward you and blinked. You stared back, lifting your hand and giving him a little wave. He croaked again before turning away and continuing to hop along, enjoying the rain.

Loud footsteps reached your ears and you glanced over just in time to see Floyd's lanky form turn the corner, his wide eyes falling to you. He was breathing heavily, soaked through to the bone because of how long he had actually been searching for you. For a moment, he just stared at you as if worried that you were going to disappear from in front of him. You offered him the same little wave you had given the frog and he snapped out of it.

"Namazu-chan!!" He darted toward you at full sprint and it honestly would have been terrifying if not for the glassy look in his eyes as he held back his tears. He fell to his knees in front of you, throwing his arms around you and bringing you into a tight, almost painful hug. "I thought I lost you! I thought... I thought you went back to your world!"

You frowned at how his voice broke and you rubbed his back to try and calm him down. If someone were to ask you what you and Floyd were, you wouldn't be able to answer that. He had never told you he liked you, but it was obvious that you were special to him like no other. Without any words of affection exchanged, you had just kind of become Floyd's and vice versa. You knew he would kill for you, die for you and he knew you'd do the same for him. Ace had been concerned over how quickly the two of you had gotten close and you can't recall when it actually happened. From the moment you met, it just felt right to be with him, as if you had known each other your whole lives. You felt comfortable around him, never nervous or anxious. From the moment you met, you had given this man your complete, unwavering trust.

"There, there," you told him softly. "I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye fir -"

Before you could even finish your sentence, he had pulled away, holding you by your shoulders with his eyes narrowed. "You're not allowed to leave!" Though said like an order, you could hear the pleading undertones.

"I was joking. I'm not going anywhere."

"That's not funny, Namazu-chan," he pouted before letting his eyes roam over your body, checking for any injuries or wounds. "I've been searching for you for ages!"

"Sorry," you offered him a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of your neck. "I fell asleep."

"You should have told me you were sleepy, you could have used me as a pillow." He embraced you again, nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling that natural scent of yours that always made him smile.

You shifted to get more comfortable only to wince, your whole body sore from both your period and the place you had chosen to sleep for so many hours. "Floyd?"

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you for a favor? Or five?"

He pulled back enough so he could meet your eyes, head tilted to the side. "What is it?"

You rubbed the back of your neck, a frown on your lips. "I'm starting my period soon so I'm in a lot of pain which sleeping against a tree is apparently not a good way to combat this. I ran out of painkillers and I'm out of thaumarks. Would you be willing to help me out?"

Floyd suddenly slid his arms beneath your body, standing up with ease as he held you close to his chest. There was a deep frown on his face, his brow furrowed. "You should have told me this morning!"

"Aren't I too heavy?"

"Of course not!" If he wasn't holding you, he would have puffed out his chest proudly.

You chuckled. "Thank you, Floyd."

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ: ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

Floyd brought you to his bedroom, setting you down gently on the bed before pressing a kiss to your lips. "I'll be right back, Namazu-chan!"

You slid under his covers, releasing a sigh of relief at how soft and comfortable his bed was. His scent lingered on the sheets, a mixture of seawater and mint that delighted your senses and made you feel a sense of calm that made your worries melt away. Since you didn't want to fall asleep before he got back, you busied yourself with the manga sitting on his bedside table. It was about basketball, one you had seen him read more than once, but you had never actually checked it out yourself. You made it halfway through before he returned to the room, his arms so full that he had to close the door with his foot.

He set down a white plastic bag with painkillers, chocolate, and your favorite drink. He was also carrying the softest cat plush you had ever felt in your life and you didn't hesitate to cuddle it to your chest before reaching for the painkillers but he snatched it away before you could, earning a confused look. He popped the top, dropping a few pills onto his palm before he tossed them into his mouth and bringing the soda to his lips.

"Those are supposed to be for me," you pouted, but it disappeared as he crawled on top of you, his mouth finding yours. He tilted his head to the side, parting his lips so you could take the pills and the soda but he didn't end the kiss when you did, his lips moving slowly against your own. His body was warm on top of yours, his weight against your stomach helping with the pain of your cramps.

Floyd's sharp teeth nipped at your bottom lip as he pulled away. "You're not allowed to leave this bed until your pain goes away. Doctor's orders!"

You chuckled, resting your hand on the side of his neck. "Only if you promise to stay with me."

"Silly, Namazu-chan~" He giggled, nuzzling into your neck as his long limbs wrapped around your body. "You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried."

"Hm, I guess it's a good thing I don't want to, then."

You could feel his smile against your skin, bringing out your own smile, your eyes sliding closed. If this was the treatment you got, maybe you could survive your period, after all.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ: ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: . ☁

[myphotodiaries]

sun dec 4 22 - finals day 7/7 - 🌃

I took my last final today so i’m officially done with fall semester!!! it feels SO GOOD to know it’s over and i can rest for the next month >> i’ll be heading home to washington in a week & im sooo very excited <33

++ arizona’s been looking a lot like home with all the rain recently! mac sure loves it :)

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🎧 | about you (the 1975)

📚| artcurious (jennifer dasal) + we have always lived in the castle (shirley jackson)

[forbidding-souda]

Mikan and Toko with an S/o that’s deathly terrified of thunder and lightning?

Mikan Tsumiki and Fukawa Toko with a S/O who's deathly afraid of thunderstorms

i'm gonna start driving around to fucking record stores to try to find where they put the concert posters because i see all my area's mutuals going to house shows like girl where they at tho LITERALLY 20 MINUTES AWAY FROM ME HOW ARE YA'LL FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS 'get in the scene' HOE. HOW?????

I WAS MORE APART OF THE OC SCENE THAN THE BAY SCENE LMAOOO ????

currently listening: at dawn they sleep by slayer

-Mod Souda

Mikan Tsumiki

☼ She doesn't enjoy loud noises so when you said you were afraid of thunder and lightning - she assumed that you were like her.

☼ That made your panic attack even more unexpected to her.

☼ The rain tapped against all the windows in the house, surrounding you, and made you feel overwhelmed. She knows what to do in situations like that, but she isn't sure if she should. Does a girlfriend comfort you like a lover or a patient? It began to make her panicked as well.

☼ She ended up holding your face in her head while she put headphones on you. She remembers your favorite playlist so she tries to navigate your phone while you cry into her shoulder.

☼ I wish I could control the weather, she thinks. She is very very used to dealing with panicking people as she loves to feel needed by them. It's just... she doesn't like seeing you in this situation.

☼ She'll hold you, rock you in her arms while you listen to music to try and distract yourself. She just hopes you'll be able to fall asleep there in her arms. If you don't - that's fine, she'll hold you all night.

Toko Fukawa

☁ She usually works, writing on her computer, through them. That plan had not gone the way she wanted.

☁ You were panicking like crazy, covering your ears and pouring your tears everywhere. It was a mess to her and she felt so overpowered. What should she do? Tell you stories to distract you - would that even work?

☁ She gave you a blanket to wrap yourself in. That's what she thought of first. There was a lot of her lingering around you awkwardly.

☁ And then she crouched beside you and patted your back. "I-I love you, nothing bad is going to happen." She gives words of comfort.

☁ If this was a novel - what would she do? She's going to have to be the handsome fisherman that saves the day.

☁ With that, she leaves a soup to warm in the microwave before brushing your hair out of your face. She just wants to make you comfortable. She knows that she can't stop your panicking nor can she stop the weather. She it's all about making you feel safe, even if it's just momentarily.

☁ She makes you food, leaves water bottles around, and even brings her computer in and sits next to you so she can keep an eye on you.

[koolkat9]

☁, ✓ and ☂ :D

I kind of assumed lol.

☁ : Describe how they would spend a stormy, overcast/rainy day.

He enjoys the rain, so he'll contently stay inside, seated next to the window so he can listen to the pitter patter of the rain. He'll read, knit, crochet, or some other craft, wrapped up in a warm blanket and a nice cup of tea.

☂ : Storms or clear skies?

He'd probably lean more towards storms. He just loves the sound of rain.

✓ : Name at least two people who can trust them with their life.

Dylan, Francis and Afonso. These are Arthur's longest lasting, close relationships which allowed for a strong trust to be formed between both parties.

[strawberryspotsstuff]

CHARLIE BEING ROMANTIC AND CUTE

LIKE HE HAS A CRUSH ON Y/N AND TAKES THEM ON A CHEESY ROMANTIC DATE LIKE A PICNIC???

Just him bein shy and taking his crush out in a date <3

-Owl Anon 🦉

(also hi I love your headcanons :])

KHDSKKJSAHKJDSHK YESSS YIPEEEEE

((allsoo tyy!!))

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Charlie x Reader

What a blessed day. The day showed no sign of rain only cool winds and warm afternoons. The sky was a soft orange and pink, clouds scattered around, covering the sun. Laying on a hill a was checkered red picnic blanket under a swaying pine tree, assortment of light treats and fizzy drinks were on the blanket and fairy lights decorated the tree.

"You did all of this?" You whispered softly, in awe.

Charlie's face was a flushed a dark red, his pupil shaped as a heart. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ehehe, um- yup" He answered softly.

"Wow... I love this!" You squealed, running up and flopping down on the picnic blanket.

Charlie quickly followed you and sat down in his own spot, his hands started to sweat, should he move closer?

But it seemed like you thinking the same thing as you scooted closer and snuggled next to him, he was screaming in his head.

"Oh wow, I love these choices of food! What too choosee?" You asked to yourself before picking up a few cheeses and crackers.

Charlie suggested a few good cheeses to go with the drinks. For that afternoon you before indulged in the food he made, cuddling as you watched sunset turn to night.

As soon as the warm afternoon turned to night, Charlie walked you home, giving you a little kiss on the cheek before running away like a flustered school kid.