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[quixotical-lymbo]

HIIII, could you write a short fic about Wukong x Macaque x afab reader (cause reader would most likely be the one to get pregnant except if one of the other two would shapeshift but idk)

basically debating or not if they should have kids? like one is on the fence, the other is totally for it and one has literally never thought about that before 😭 (just chaotic ASF)

please with whipped cream and a cherry on top !! and if not it's ok :3

Pairing: Wukong x afab!Reader x Macaque Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Getting ready for bed leads to a discussion about a potential next step in your relationship with your partners.  Warnings/Tags: Wukong himself is a warning, suggestive themes but not very explicit, chaotic, fluff, typical arguments of you know who, topics of pregnancy and children. Word Count: 1900+ words 

You ducked your head and spat the remains of toothpaste and spit into the sink bowl, only to raise your head to face your reflection in the mirror. You glanced over your face to make sure there was no trace of toothpaste left before turning the faucet off and placing your toothbrush in the nearby cup along with two brushes within it. 

You hadn't even taken two steps inside your shared bedroom before hearing the hushed whispers between your lovers—it was a rare sight to see both monkey's in the same bed. Both were wearing the pajamas you specifically bought for nights like these—where the three of you had enough time to spend it together, even if that meant just sleeping within each other's vicinity.

Macaque wore a two-piece pajama set; a t-shirt with dark purple pants that had stars littering the pant legs. Wukong had a brighter nightgown with a sun symbol knitted on the chest area, a nightcap, and insisted on getting the eye mask with realistic eye designs on them. 

Although these peaceful night's weren't always…peaceful. That was to be expected.

Macaque's smirking scowl and Wukong's frown gave you enough hints to know that whatever they were talking about was something semi-serious. You cleared your throat before giggling at the sigh of them scrambling to look like they hadn't finished a heated debate for the past five minutes.

You crawled onto the bed and laid within the free space between them. Wukong turned to face you as did Macaque. The latter brought the blankets up to cover all three of you before the lights were turned off. 

Soft, slow exhales filled the silence. You were ambushed by the warmth on both of your sides, Macaque's arm possessively thrown over your torso and Wukong's tail snaked around your leg as he held your bicep gently.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling above, recalling the events of the day as your breathing slowed with every fleeting memory. Your vision blurred before the darkness consumed your thoughts and you began to lose feeling in your fingers. The heavy, comfortable weight of exhaustion finally had its hold on you. 

"...?" 

Your eyes fluttered open as you lazily turned to the monkey who had called your name ever so gently, as if afraid of startling you awake. You found a pair of pretty golden eyes staring back at you in the dark, the sight causing you to hum–urging him to continue. Beside you, the hand on your bicep squeezed lightly as Wukong tensed up. 

"Macaque…" Wukong's warning tone woke up a bit. The confusion added with the sudden tension that settled in the room made you nervous. 

"Huh?" You were left even more gobsmacked than before. Perhaps you didn't hear him right. "Do I want…lids?" 

"Do you want kids?"

"No, no, sweet stuff." Macaque kissed the side of your head, his words tickling your earlobe as he murmured into your ear. "Kids. Do you want them?" 

"Where is this coming from?" 

"Yeah, we'd looove to know," Wukong drawled as he sat up, his eyes narrowing at his dark-furred counterpart. "It's not like some of us have to wake up early tomorrow, oh noooo, let's drop an entire mountain of a topic on us and not sleep for the rest of the night." 

Macaque clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes, "You're exaggerating." 

"Exaggerating?! You're the one who-!" 

"-guys, guys, calm down," Your sharp voice silenced the two as you moved to sit up with Wukong. The aforementioned simian clamped his trap shut as he laid his head against your shoulder, Macaque was the only one still laying—his arm now stroking shapes on your belly. "Mac, babe, is this a actual question or are you just horny-" 

 "Serious." Macaque interjected. 

"-Alright," You sighed as you rolled your head on your shoulders. You mumbled a quick apology to Wukong as your head bumped against his. "Guess we're doing this now…my honest answer? I dunno, never really gave kids a lot of thought…what about you guys?" 

"Kids are okay," Wukong admitted. "I mean, look at MK, he's great and all…but a baby? Raising an actual child is a lot more difficult than one might think."

"Like you know anything about raising a child," Macaque snickered as he peeked around your body to smirk as Wukong sent a heated glare his way. "I know it might be difficult for most people to actually be responsible, but for me? I could take such good care of our child, sugarplum." 

Macaque continued. His hand ran up and down your thigh as he slowly rose to lay most of his weight against you. Your brow rose in amusement at the glint shimmering in Macaque's eye. "Think about how cute they would be, our mini me running around the house and-"

"-...causing a mess, like a certain troublemaker I know," Wukong interrupted. "Look, hun, I would love nothing more for OUR-" Macaque didn't have time to react before you were yanked out of his hold and pulled into the king's lap. "-kid to exist, but aren't MK and Mei enough right now? Heh-...I mean, think about how much they are…like imagine me but smaller, cuter, and ten times more-" 

"-smellier? Yeah, what a nightmare that'd be," Macaque grabbed you by your ankles. You squealed before laughing as you were pulled underneath Macaque, who hovered over you with his hands groping the meat of your thighs. Macaque grinned wildly as he leaned down, "If he thinks having a kid is too much for him, then he won't have to worry about that for a couple of months since you'll be having my kid first." 

"Slow down, tall, dark and handsome…you haven't even taken me to dinner yet," You teased as you reached up to caress the side of his face. 

Macaque's content filled sigh sounded heavenly as he melted against your touch—such affection that could leave him in that weakened and vulnerable state. Macaque nuzzled his cheek into the softness of your palm. 

Wukong's face scrunched up at this display before he slapped his hand over Macaque's face and pushed him out of your frame of view. He too began hovering over your laid form while he hissed at Macaque, "Who said you'll be having the baby first? This is a joint decision between all of us! Don't be selfish, bud." 

Macaque chuckled as he swatted Wukong's hand away, "You seem pretty against the idea of having a kid, no point in involving you since you won't be the one carrying." 

"Psh, well, who would want a kid now of all time or with you? We just got finished with the whole end-of-the-universe situation and barely had a break since and you want a kid now?!" Wukong threw his arms in the air. 

"Is there going to be another chance for us–all of us–to be together like this? I dunno, before another disaster starts again? You know just as much as me that this 'calm before the storm' is not going to last forever," Macaque snapped back. "And I much rather spend that time knowing I'm doing everything I've ever wanted to do with them, and what does that say about you? Oh right, always the one to hide away and never confront his problems, typical Wukong—thinking only about himself and his interests." 

"Ha! my 'interests' are what keeps us safe and thinking rationally! Obviously that means 'm the more responsible one here!" Wukong bared his teeth, his tail swishing behind him in short, swift bursts. 

"That's a first, congratulations."

"Oh, you pretentious fuck-" 

Before you could stop them, hisses and snarls were unleashed as Wukong launched himself at Macaque and tackled him off of the bed. You rolled onto your stomach and pulled yourself to peer over the edge to watch the two of them duke it out. You rested your face in your hand half-relieved that they were 'play' fighting instead of actually tearing each other's throats out. You winced as Wukong put Macaque in a headlock, but Macaque managed to escape long enough to flip their positions. You ducked just in time as Wukong's nightcap flew past your head. 

"Hey! Watch it!" You spoke, but your words fell on deaf ears as Macaque got pinned for the nth time with Wukong's hands squeezing at his throat. 

It was safe to say the argument wasn't over even when they continued to tumble around on the carpet. 

"-and you're only thinking with that tiny thing between your legs-"

"Oh? That tiny thing that had you choking so hard you were cu-" 

"-GUYS!" 

The two monkeys stopped and turned their heads to stare at your unimpressed face, Wukong's nightcap hanging loosely from your index finger. Sheepishly, the two crawled off of each other and knelt before you. You leaned forward and placed Wukong's cap back on before rubbing the underside of his chin, the king's face turned to mush as he was left leaning forward when you pulled your hand away to run it through Macaque's hair. 

"Look, I see both sides. I get that we might not have enough time as we do now, but there's no need to rush something so…important." You admitted, your eyes straining in the dark to carefully observe their expressions.

Macaque's eyes strayed from yours as Wukong's chest slightly puffed out. A sigh left your lips while your rehearsal of playing mediator for both sides ran in your mind. "I'm happy that you're ready to participate in such a big commitment with us, Macaque, but right now? Everything is fine and we definitely need to talk more about this than just deciding to have kids without a proper discussion-" 

"HA-!" 

"-but, on the off chance that something does happen then I'm not entirely against having a child right now." The corner of your lip twitched upward as Wukong deflated. It was Macaque's turn to stare smugly at Wukong.

You shook your head and slipped off of the edge of the bed to sit before the two, wrapping your arms around each of their heads as you brought them close to rest your head against theirs. "Wukong, I need you to know that even if we aren't ready for such a responsibility right now, at least we'll have each other…right? And when have you ever shied away from the chance to be irresponsible?" 

Wukong let out a breathless chuckle as Macaque snort made your grin stretch. 

"This is…different." 

"Yes, it can be scary and something we'll never be ready for…but I'll be glad knowing I'm doing it with you two," You lowered your hands from their head to their cheeks and planted a kiss on Wukong's nose before turning to peck Macaque's temple. Wukong lurched forward to pepper your cheek in kisses as Macaque grabbed a hold of your retreating hand to kiss each knuckle. 

The sweet and tender moment broke as you wiggled from their kisses to ask, "So…are you two gonna kiss and make up now?" 

Wukong and Macaque blinked at you before turning to meet each other's bewildered gazes. 

"Over my dead body," Macaque teased as he grabbed a hold of Wukong's nightgown in his fist.  

"Hmph, that can be arranged again," Wukong taunted as he pushed his forehead against Macaque's. 

You simply watched on as they began to aggressively hug it out. 

What a sight to behold before bed. 

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[tmwcs]

H I S M A R K : H E E T H A N

WARNINGS: SMUT (UNPROTECTED), DUBCON TO NONCON SMUT, OVERSTIMULATION, SYMBOLISM, MARKINGS, YANDERE LOVE, OBSESSION, POSSESSIVE, MENTIONS OF MURDER, MISSING PERSON, FORCED LOVE, ISOLATION, CURSING, RESTRAINING, SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, HATE SEX, ANGRY SEX, MAYBE MAKEUP SEX, NOT PROOREAD (YET).

NOTE: THIS TAKES PLACE RIGHT BEFORE THE LATEST EVENTS OF HHP.

‘Let me tell you a story…

It is a tale that takes place before God created angels, and the continents spoke in ancient dialect.

Less stars filled the night sky, and the planets lingered in a straight line. Mortals in their youth stared and admired these stars, and drafted tales based on their alignment. Stories of The Big Dipper, and Orions Belt came to life, fulfilling philosophers with ideas and astronomers with hope. Amongst these glittering specters, was the Goddess of the Moon.

Unlike those around her, she laid in lonesome silence, and invisible to all who stared at the sky. Residing in her shadowed kingdom, she cries out of sorrow, for no light emerged from her home. In truth, she was nothing but the queen of a shallow orbit, despaired at the thought of mortals never witnessing her presence.

One day, while traveling in his usual circuit to warmthe earth, the Sun God appeared, crossing paths with the pitiful Moon. Seeing her in distress, he asks her delicately…

“Pretty Moon, why do you cry?”

Tilting her chin up, she bestows a wet, wide-eyed stare, and tells him. “I am invisible…I have no light. I lay amongst the twinkling of stars who shine brightly without effort, and witness tales created in their honor…I cannot make light of my own, therefore man will never witness my glory.”

The Sun God looks down at the dreadful Goddess, sympathizing with her. To provide comfort, he gives her a solution, by telling her to use his own light to generate her own. He shines brightly and warms her gray kingdom. “Shine bright, my beauty. For you will no longer be ignored by anyone. Let me warm you with my rays, and may you glow brighter than anything in the universe.”

Just as the Sun God promised through his aid, the Moon Goddess shined brightly. She glowed brighter than any star in the sky, and was called the “Sun of the night”.

As the hours of the day rotate, the Moon stationed herself in the middle of the darkened sky, only to find that she went back to being an invisible silhouette again. Seeking his help, she pleads to the merciful Sun; his response gave her gratification once more.

“Pretty Moon, don’t you worry. I will always make you shine and glow. Everyone in the world will know of your beauty. They will use your presence as a guide in the darkness…all you need to do is to commit yourself to me. Never leave my side and use my light to make ‘our’ light. Be a part of me forever…”

The Moon, not withstanding the thought of being invisible any longer, did as the Sun bids her…and each night, she shone brightly than the last.

But as time went by, she soon learned, that no matter how glorious she appeared, everyone could see that she was only as beautiful as the Sun would allow her to be. Mortals spoke and philosophically determined her reliance to the Sun, configuring that her existence could only be due to him.

Shamed at the thought of losing her independence as the Queen of the night, and becoming a slave to the Sun God.

Refusing to end the long line of matriarchal reign, the Moon tries to distance herself from the Sun’s grasp, yearning to gain the freedom she once had…but it was too late.

“Pretty Moon you can’t escape. Don’t you see? Without me, you cannot brighten the dark sky…leaving me means to leave the entire world in darkness. Stay with me and never leave again, and I will ensure that you shine brighter than ever.”

For centuries, the Moon rested in the shackles of the suns rays, finding it impossible to leave. Craving his light, she feeds off his hand and thus lived off of him. The Moon accepted her fate; without him, she would cease to exist…

Without him…she cannot produce light….

Without her Sun…she is nothing. And so, by his side she stays…forever holding back tears of regret. With a permanent smile edged on her surface, mortals are fooled by her perfected glow. Just as she had wanted, tales of her glory did emerge, yet always paired with her husband, the Sun.

“I am forever stuck here. I can never leave…I can never go back home….the Sun has his grasp on me and I won’t ever be the same again…for centuries I have been stationed this side….even during the day. They see my hallow form in daylight, not realizing that I am left with no choice…I am left with no say….for thousands of years he has kept me…and for thousands more, he will.”

Oh, to be the Diamond in the Sky….what an eternal price to pay…’

………………

This week had been the worst…followed by the last, and even the one before that. Was it just a twist of fate? Or perhaps it was something in the atmosphere. There was no way in telling, all you could figure was that each time you tried to make up with him, he pushed you further over the edge.

It has been over a year since you and Heeseung started dating. Despite the atrocities that occurred, such as the one with Samuel, or Tiff and Scott, you both lived blissfully in each other’s presence…just you and Heeseung.

It didn’t take long for people to see the rather unusual circumstance of your relationship with him. Just days after you became his, it became well known that you were strictly off limits…and by strictly, you mean that had anyone so much as looked your way, they would meet a very unpleasant meeting. Sometimes, though you have yet to substantiate it yourself, but you were quite certain by the disappearance of some who took interest, that they may even have met with death at his hand.

Of course with his family connections and the corruption they stirred in the city, any case that raised eyebrows always came to an unsolved end without any leads. The last time you inquired about a certain classmate, who miraculously disappeared after he approached and handed you a note that read…

‘I won’t tell if you don’t. ;)’

Of course, had he had enough brains to hand you the note aside and not in front of Heeseung’s car, he might have still been around. Had he any brains at all, he would have refrained from even seeking any prospective relation with you since you were claimed by “Ethan the Heathen”, or so they called him by.

You knew his level of love for you extended past what was considered normal, and sane. But it didn’t mean that innocent people should get hurt, all because of you. You figured that since he placed you above all, even himself, it may have earned you leeway in talking to him, perhaps even bringing the toxicity down a bit. But just as you inquired about the missing male, he accused you of loving him less. He further provoked you by claiming that your inquiry of another man’s whereabouts was unwarranted and that the only one you should ever think about, was him.

How could he ever speak to you in such a manner?

Perhaps you were at fault…since the very beginning, you knew of his crazed obsession with you. Not only were you aware…you liked it.

Many people would think you’re crazy if they ever heard you say it aloud, and rightfully so. Unlike those around you, they will never know this feeling of belonging to one person, who out of their own selfish love for you, suppresses you in isolation. Detaching you from the world, and safekeeping you for their own pleasure, they beat and pass deathly judgement onto those who touch you, those who try and hurt you. It was a sinful feeling of danger and adventure, and despite wanting him to do things right and in a rational sense, you’d be lying if you told others that his malicious insanity didn’t make you feel most loved.

But you knew it was wrong…and you couldn’t live the rest of your life being a death trap for others.

You denied that he had done anything extensive, but at the accidental discovery of bloodied clothes, kerosene, shovels, and potential weapons, all tucked away in a false wall within the closet, you developed the worst of fears.

……

“I just think that…maybe you could relax a little bit. I am always going to be here with you.” You initiate the conversation…again. Much to his annoyance. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit too crazy? Plus, it would be nice if I could leave the room and go to the store or cafe by myself from time to time. I wouldn’t mind being treated like a human being, and not so much as a dog kept in a cage.”

You knew you were crossing the line, and surely you expected for him to give out one of usual punishments of locking you away for hours, chained or tied to one of the heavy upholsteries inside the room, sometimes nude or barely dressed in undergarments. Then of course, when he was really angered by your abhorrence, he took it up a step further from lessons learned through solitary confinement, and subjected you to derogatory acts that resulted in him demeaning you, physically and mentally, and breaking your spirit.

Strange…how one man could make you feel the most love, and yet at the same time, make you feel most ignored and even hated.

“Whenever you’re good, why can’t you just stay that way?” He’d snap out, hissing his tongue as he corners you, pressing your frame into a cowering stance as you kneel before him. “Why can’t you just fucking see how much I love you…it should be obvious by now.”

You argued back that there was no doubt that his love for you was present, and that you appreciated his gestures and the strength of his desire for you…it’s just…

“It’s just—I just want us to be a normal couple. Sometimes you really scare me, and I don’t know how to live with you when you display that side of you…that side that almost seems murderous.”

Instantly you regretted being so upfront. The moment he took your wrist, you regretted it even more.

“I’m so done fighting, get over here!” He spits out as he drags you away. Immediately, you realize he intended on chaining you up again, locking you away while he would ignore and leave you for God knows how long. It always drove you crazy with how lonely you’d become. He’d take away your phone, silence your screams through whatever gag-suppressing method he intended to use, and would even drug you to sleep by forcing a sleeping pill, or two, or sometimes opted for a natural sedative such as melatonin infused tea. It all depended how angry you got him, and right now, he was up there.

“No—stop! No more!” You yell out. It’s too bad you decided to pick today to argue, as his sorority brothers all left for the weekend. In fact, almost everyone on campus did, except you. He wouldn’t let you leave, and since his own schedule didn’t permit him to take you, he kept you back with him. “I want to go home! I hate you!”

You screamed as loudly as you could, not caring if your words hurt or angered him. “One more fucking word and I swear to God, y/n!”

He throws you on the bed, kneeling as he meandered a strategic grip on your arm, attempting to tie you to the bed frame. He’d do so by tightening the ropes to be just taunting enough so that your hands could not meet, and another attached to a belted choker would be latched onto your neck.

He successfully gets one wrist coiled in, and straddles over you to do the next. “You hate me? Then fucking stay here and rot for all I care.”

Your eyes began to tear up as you watch him reach for the other rope. “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you—I can love you even from afar.” He laconically spits out as he attempts to grab hold of your free hand. Desperate to avoid being alone and tied mercilessly, you reach around his neck and pull him in.

“Don’t! Stop! Please don’t do this!”

He ignores your pleads as he attempts to raise his frame, but your hold on his neck brings you up with him. He reaches up and tries to peel your arm off, and nearly succeeded effortlessly had it not been you regaining a grip on his jacket collar.

“Don’t do this…don’t leave me, I need you.” Your voice calls as you feel yourself on the verge of breaking down. Yes, you took on a tone of defeat, but if it meant that you weren’t facing lonely-induced depression, then you were willing to do anything. The sudden realization that you wanted him near you, to pay attention to you and to hold you was stronger now. “Please, don’t do this…I can’t be without you.” You cry into his neck as you held a python grip, embracing him as hard as you could.

He kept fighting with you, trying to break free from the single-arm embrace you had, but the softness of your voice and the pleading desire of needing him was starting to get to him. After all, he still loved you…and all he wanted, was for you to love him the way he understands it. It is brutal, irrational, non-sensible, and sadistic, but it was true love.

You cried into his throat and rubbed the tips of your fingers on the back of his nape. Feeling his tense body softened, you gained hope that he would be kind again. You truly were sorry…in the breach of his harsh punishment, you were left with no choice but to feel remorse. Through the guilt of spitting such terrible words, you realized more than ever that you couldn’t survive without him. What would have happened had he not been there to stop Samuel? What about Scott, and Tiff?

“Please…” you sobbed. Feeling his body growing dense against you, it encouraged for you to initiate the movements of passion as you waved your hips up and down, grinding against his groin. Nearly instantaneously, his cock hardens above and yearned to break free from the cloth.

“Please…Heeseung. I’m sorry…Im just scared…scared and nervous.”

You weren’t lying, you truly were scared, but the claim of being nervous wasn’t entirely so. You just knew him so well that had you said the right things, you could turn his mood around in a flick of an instant. Quicker than two fingers snapping. “I just don’t want anyone to break us apart…I’m scared of losing you.”

He raises his head, and you loosened your embrace as you felt him creating distance, not out of spite, but to relay sweet words. “You don’t have anything to be afraid of…not even me…” he gently takes your hand, while reaching for the rope. Damn he was so stubborn. Was he really intending on still tying you up? You committed another desperate move as you quickly raise your face to meet his, and there you kiss him. Initially, he wouldn’t let you in, but feeling your breath coating his lips, and the more your hips grinds against him, he falters. Finally…he kisses you.

“What do I have to do to prove to you that I’m sorry? Isn’t there anything I could do than to be locked away?” You breathed against his mouth once more, speaking softly as your tongue gently massages his. “Don’t you want me to be close to you anyhow? Wouldn’t you rather be locked away with me? Just the two of us…away from it all? Heeseung?”

Your hips begin to gyrate as that familiar tingle blisters beneath your pelvic muscles. You pick up the pace just a little more, and wrap a leg around his hips. “Heeseung…please…please touch me.”

You begged. He was staying strong in trying to refuse your advances, but seeing how much you yearned for him…it’s all he’s ever wanted and loved on this earth. Staying silent and stoic, he tries and stays strong, but your tenacity is breaking him piece by piece. God…why did you have to put on your bedroom voice…why did you have to move into him the way you were right now…why did you have to kiss him and tell him that you needed him.

“Heeseung please…please touch me. Fuck me…do everything to me.” You moaned out the last bit and that did it for him. Despite being angry with you, he could never resist your obedient nature.

He squares his face with yours, gripping onto your neck, a little more tighter than usual. “Tell me you need me.” His voice was dark and heavy, a bit husky as he clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. He as still angry.

“I need you.” You whined, licking his throat with the very tip of your tongue, barely making contact. Had his grip on your throat not pinned you down to the pillow, you would have completely swallowed in skin, lacing his Adams apple with your saliva.

“Tell me you love me—“ his grip snaps tightly, knotting your airway. You slightly gasp as he jerks his grip and squeezes. You choked out the words as you looked pitifully in his eyes. “I-I….l-l-love….you-!”

You coughed up the air flowing back into your lungs as he releases his grip. He comes to a kneeling stance and releases the other rope, but does not untie the one already latched to you. He removes his cap and flings it to the floor, followed by stretching his abdominal muscles while he reaches overhead and peels his shirt off. Your free hand latches onto his belt, attempting to loosen it, only for his hands to slap it away. “No—I’m still pissed off at you.” He hisses as he undoes the buckle and zipper of his trousers. Pulling them a quarter way down, along with his briefs, he slides his pants down just enough for his lengthy cock to poke out freely, testicles included.

He leans back in, hovering on her as he extends an arm and props it next to your head, while the other lines his tip directly at your entrance. You could tell that by his nature, he wasn’t going to be as cementing as he would have been, and this been a punishable act, but not entirely loving. It was going to be a little of both.

“Fuck you…y/n.” Was all he said before leaning his head down and aggressively kissing you. Ramming himself in, he thrusts his cock inside, forcing it past un-prepped tissue and muscle as you felt yourself tearing. You help into his mouth, screaming eternally as he swallows it all. He wouldn’t let your mouth break free, in fact each time you moved your head away, his mouth remained latched on and his face trailed your every movement. You felt the flaring of his nostrils as he chalked harshly against your skin while thrusting deeper and deeper. Once he hit bottom, he strung it out rather fast, before rampaging into you at inhuman speed and momentum. You could feel it…the slight bit of blood and skin ripping apart until finally your body responds, producing a hint of moisture, which allowed him to slide in easily. The subtle curve of his length formed a C-shape, allowing the tip to easily find the soft button deep inside. Each time he thrusted in, his tip poked it, causing it to leak your orgasm little by little.

Squelching, squeezing, and slipping in and out, his movements became faster and more pungent as you kept leaking. From blood and pain comes perfection, and that’s where you were at right now.

“Ah! Ffffffuck! Oh my God—!” You gasp out, screaming and moaning as he kept fucking into you. You spew out your moans into his mouth as he restricted your breathing, by permanently enveloping your lips into a kiss that felt eternal.

Deeper and deeper, he digs in. Grunting and growling against your tongue. He adjust his position by extending both arms, propping his chest up to grant just a bit of space between you two. You gasp and moan, mouth wide open and tongue sticking out as he continued to fuck you senseless and numb. Sticking out his own tongue, he licks the flat surface of your own before swallowing your mouth into another prolonged kiss.

“Please—!!! Oh fuck! Heeseung!!” Your desperate cries only provoked him to keep going, to the point where the stimulation stayed past its welcome, and it became blisteringly painful.

“Sssstop! N-no—no more!” You begged, yearning for mercy. How much longer could this man go? How could he always have so much stamina and vigor in his body?

“Come on y/n…keep screaming…make me fucking cum!” He grunts as he swallows a kiss one final time, before plunging deep inside and filling you. So much, you felt the secretion of his fluids rimming out as his cock pulsed, his balls kissing your soft taint.

Your chest heaves, and you gasp for air as your free hair slaps onto his bicep. Your restrained wrist develops rope burn from all the friction of movement. Suddenly you felt the soft touch of his fingers, gently pinching your chin as he forced you to face him. A small glare from your eye greets the gaze of none other than—

“E..Ethan?”

He smirks maliciously. His usual psychotic stare reeks of a sinister intention as he bites down his lip, chuckling as he slurps in the excess saliva. “Miss me?”

You didn’t have the chance to put the moves on him as you did with his softer side…though you could hardly deem him soft to begin with. But compared to Ethan, anything was soft, even hard steel.

“Oh no wait—you could have missed me because….what was it that you said earlier?” He taps his fingertips along the center of your chest, spider crawling them upwards until he establishes a grip around your neck. “You hate me…RIIIIIIGHT? BABYDOLL?”

Your eyes are widen in fear as you attempt to scream but his offensive lips re-engages you to a lengthy kiss…own that contained the loudest of all your screams.

“Please! Stop! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean it! You know I don’t hate you, Ethan—“

His dark giggle halts your pleads. “I know…and don’t worry—“ licking a teardrop from your cheek, he whispers into your ear. “By the end of this, you just might hate me. But never to fear…I’m always going to love you…and that’s all that matters right now.”

He lines himself, centered to your soft flesh. “Got a surprise for you after this…”

“W-what….what are you—?”

“Shhh….you’ll see…”

……..

“Y/n! When did you get this?” H/n takes on an exciting tone as she notices the small mark located behind your ear. You tied your hair into a high piney tail, allowing the subtle tattoo to gain some air to help the healing process. “Over the weekend…” you softly spoke. An emotionless expression graces your face as you stare at the blackboard ahead, eyes tracing the white chalked equation your professor drafted. The beating pain from between your thighs sets a reminder of words you could never use against him…ever again.

As per usual, he waits by the curb, already standing outside his car as you walk outside. A part of you happy to see him, while the other half resented him for the pleasure he bestowed you…with pain.

“Hi pretty baby, how was class?”

He cups both sides of your neck, placing a kiss on your forehead. He tilts his head to the side, admiring his mark on you. “It’s healing well. Good.” He smirks against your forehead.

You embrace him in return. You love him…and you can’t live without him. Though you’re not sure if that was by your own willingness or if he has broken you down so many times, rebuilding and training you to rely on him…just him.

You look up and admire the dark look in his eye. Yeah…you do love him.

Reaching up, you delicately tuck some of his shaggy hair away from his cheek, the rest remained pinched against his forehead from the baseball cap adorning his head. In plain sight behind his ear, was the sun. It healed completely.

“My pretty moon loves her sun?” He asked you’d you, gripping your neck subtly as he leans into kiss your lips. “Hmm…yes….”

I must always have…the sun.

[skywalker1dream]

Title: brighter than the stars.

note: so i tried.... i dont think its good...hope you like it...

sebastian vettel x reader

Summary: A day at the park and a visit to a café with Sebastian Vettel turns tense when a flirtatious waiter ignores Sebastian and showers you with attention. Sebastian, unable to tolerate the situation any longer, takes decisive action to remind you who you belong to.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dominant behavior, possessiveness, mild roughness. Not suitable for readers under 18.

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The sun was bright and the air filled with laughter as you and Sebastian strolled through the park. It was a rare day off for him, and the two of you were determined to make the most of it. Holding hands, you shared stories and jokes, feeling the warmth of his love and the joy of being together.

Sebastian's hand was intertwined with yours, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. He looked relaxed in his casual attire, a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, his cap shielding his eyes from the sun. You smiled up at him, heart swelling with love and contentment.

"Want to grab a coffee?" you suggested, nodding towards a quaint little café you both loved. It was your favorite spot, known for its cozy ambiance and delicious pastries.

"Sounds perfect," he replied, squeezing your hand and leading the way.

The café was nestled in a quiet corner, away from the park's main hustle. As you entered, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped you. You chose a table by the window, where sunlight streamed in, casting a golden hue on everything it touched.

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A waiter, young and eager, approached your table almost immediately. He barely glanced at Sebastian, his eyes fixed on you ass he took your order.

"And what can I get for you, beautiful?" the waiter asked, leaning in a bit too close.

"I'll have a cappuccino, and she'll have a latte," Sebastian said, his voice calm but with a noticeable edge. The waiter barely acknowledged him, focusing entirely on you.

"Anything else for you, beautiful?" he asked, ignoring Sebastian's order.

"No, that's all for now," you replied, feeling a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze. You could sense Sebastian's irritation building beside you.

As the waiter left, Sebastian's hand tightened around yours. "What the hell was that about?" he muttered, his jaw clenched.

"Maybe he's just being friendly," you suggested, trying to diffuse the situation. But you knew Sebastian too well; he was fiercely protective, and his jealousy was flaring.

The waiter returned with your drinks, placing your latte in front of you with a wink. "Enjoy," he said, his smile lingering.

Sebastian's jaw clenched. "you can leave us now," he said tersely.

The waiter barely acknowledged him, eyes still on you. "Sure thing."

As the waiter walked away, you could feel the tension radiating from Sebastian. You squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him, but his expression remained stormy.

The drinks arrived, and the waiter's flirting continued, each compliment and lingering glance adding fuel to Sebastian's simmering frustration. Finally, Sebastian had enough. He slapped a bill on the table, stood up, and grabbed your hand.

"We're leaving," he said, his voice low and controlled.

"Sebastian, wait—"

But he didn't listened. He pulled you out of the café, his grip firm but not painful. You followed, heart racing, as he led you to the car. He opened the door, and you slipped inside, the tension in the air almost tangible.

He drove in silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. You could see the muscle in his jaw working, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Finally, he pulled over to the side of a quiet road and turned off the engine.

Before you could say anything, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to you, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and desire. "Do you have any idea how infuriating that was?"

"Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?" he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Seeing him look at you like that... I couldn't stand it."

"Sebastian, I—"

He didn't let you finish. He reached over, pulling you into his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "You needed a reminder, didn't you? A reminder of who you belong to."

You gasped, feeling the hard press of his body against yours. "Sebby—"

His mouth crashed onto yours, cutting off your words. The kiss was demanding, possessive, his tongue claiming yours with a fierce intensity. You moaned into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his insistent lips.

His hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt to grip your waist, then up to cup your breasts. You arched into his touch, feeling a rush of heat pool between your legs.

"Mine," he growled against your lips. "You belong to me."

"Yes, Sebby" you breathed, your hands tangling in his hair.

He kissed you again, his hands moving to unbutton your jeans. You lifted your hips, helping him slide them down. His fingers found your panties, already damp with arousal. He slid them aside, his fingers slipping into your wet heat.

"so wet, hmm, all for me?" Sebastian asked, while he slide his fingers up and down, teasing your entrance.

You cried out, the sensation overwhelming. " yes ,Sebastian, please..."

He didn't need more encouragement. He freed himself from his own jeans, his erection springing free. He positioned you over him, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Sebastian," you moaned. "Only you."

With a growl of satisfaction, he thrust into you, filling you completely. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as he set a relentless pace.

The car filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts, the windows fogging up from the heat of your passion. He took you hard and fast, driving you to the edge again and again.

"Seb..." you moaned softly, your head falling back as he kissed a trail down your neck. His hands were everywhere, driving you to the brink of madness.

his lips crashing against yours with a desperation that took your breath away. You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "Come for me, and remember who you belong to."

When you finally reached your peak, it was with a shuddering cry, your body trembling in his arms. your body trembling and clenching around him. He followed you over the edge, his cum spilling into you as he held you tightly against him. his own release leaving him breathless and spent. He held you close, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the aftermath of your passion.

For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the pounding of your hearts. Then he kissed you again, this time with a tenderness that melted your heart.

"Never forget," he whispered against your lips. "You belong to me."

You nodded, still breathless. "I won't, Sebastian. I promise."

He held you close, his hands gentle now as they caressed your back. "Good," he murmured. "Because I don't think I could ever let you go."

You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder. "And I don't want you to."

As you sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, the tension melted away, replaced by the certainty of your love and commitment. And you knew that no matter what, you would always belong to each other.

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But the drive home was still filled with an electric charge. Sebastian’s eyes flicked to you every few moments, and you could sense he wasn’t done. The air in the car was thick with unsaid words and heated anticipation. When you finally reached home, he parked the car, turned off the engine, and turned to you, eyes dark with desire.

“We’re not finished,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

You barely made it through the front door before he had you pinned against it, his hands working to strip you of your clothes. You helped him, tugging at his shirt, feeling the desperate need to be close to him, to feel him.

Once you were both naked, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed, and you looked up at him, breathless and wanting. his eyes raking over your naked form with a possessive gleam.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands following the path of his gaze. “So fucking beautiful.”

your breath coming in short gasps as he spread your legs and lowered his mouth to your wet count. The first touch of his tongue had you crying out, your hands fisting in the sheets.

He licked and sucked, his tongue driving you wild as he brought you to the edge again and again, only to pull back and leave you gasping for more.

“Sebastian, please,” you begged. “I need you…”

You arched into his touch, your body responding to his every caress. He took his time, worshipping every inch of you until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

With a growl of satisfaction, he thrust into you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, and you clung to him, your nails digging into his back as he moved inside you, each thrust a reminder of his claim, it was with a fierce intensity that left you gasping.

“Sebastian, please…”

He kissed you hard, his hands roaming your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting, marking you as his.

he growled against your skin. “my good girl.”

“please” you gasped, arching into him.

He moved down your body, his mouth closing over one nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his hand teased the other. The sensation was almost too much, and you writhed beneath him, moaning his name.

“go on” he said, switching to the other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “go on, tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” you moaned. “I belong to you.”

“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded.

He took you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips as he drove into you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You could feel your orgasm building, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

“Come for me,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Come for me, go on.”

“Mine,” he repeated, his thrusts hard and fast. “Say it.”

“Yours,” you moaned, clinging to him as he drove you to the edge.

“Again,” he demanded, his pace relentless.

“Yours, Sebastian,” you cried out, your body shattering with pleasure.

He followed you over the edge, his own release tearing through him with a guttural groan. He collapsed on top of you, his breath ragged in your ear.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “I love you so much it scares me.”

You held him close, your heart swelling with the depth of his confession. “I love you too, Seb. Always.”

For a moment, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing and the pounding of your hearts. Then he kissed you again, this time with a tenderness that melted your heart. You smiled, resting your head against his shoulder.

As you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the tension melted away, replaced by the certainty of your love and commitment. And you knew that no matter what, you would always belong to each other.

As the minutes ticked by, neither of you moved, both content to lie in the afterglow, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin, his touch now gentle and soothing. You could feel his heartbeat slowly returning to normal beneath your palm.

Sebastian shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His eyes were softer now, the earlier intensity replaced by a tenderness that made your heart ache.

"Sometimes I think about how lucky I am to have you," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "And it terrifies me to think I might lose you."

"You're not going to lose me," you replied firmly, cupping his face in your hands. "I choose you, Sebastian. Every single day."

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. "I know, but... it's hard to silence the doubts. Especially when I see other men looking at you, wanting you. It drives me crazy."

"I understand," you said softly. "But you have to trust me, trust us. What we have is special, and nothing is going to change that."

He opened his eyes, the vulnerability in them making you want to protect him from his own fears. "I do trust you," he said quietly. "More than anyone. It's myself I don't trust. My reactions, my jealousy... I don't want to scare you away."

"You won't," you assured him, pulling him down for a gentle kiss. "Your passion, your intensity, it's part of who you are. And I love every part of you."

He sighed, his body relaxing against yours. "I just want to keep you safe. Make you happy."

"You do," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "More than you know."

Sebastian's arms tightened around you, as if afraid to let go. "Stay with me tonight," he murmured, his voice a mixture of plea and command.

"Always," you promised, snuggling closer to him. "I'm not going anywhere."

The night wore on, the two of you wrapped in each other's embrace, the outside world fading away. In the darkness, surrounded by his warmth and love, you felt a sense of peace and belonging that you'd never known before.

Sebastian's possessiveness wasn't just about jealousy, it was a testament to the depth of his feelings for you. And while it might sometimes be overwhelming, it was also a reminder of how fiercely he loved you, how much he valued you.

As sleep began to claim you, you whispered one last reassurance, knowing it was what he needed to hear. "I'm yours, Sebastian. Forever."

And with that, you drifted off, safe in the arms of the man who loved you with a passion that burned brighter than the stars.

[mairsedoats]

My (quite long) list of samfro fic recs :-)

Leaving here some of my favorite samfro fics (so far) because well, why not? The ones with a little star (☆ ) are like… favorites of all time! They’re incredibly good (in my humble opinion anyhow.)

Starting off with a bunch of AU’s:

Down the Slopes -  fizzingwhizbee ☆ 

Ski instructor Sam and Writer Frodo modern AU (Rated T)

Through a Glass, Darkly - fizzingwhizbee ☆ 

Over the Garden Wall AU (Rated T)

Why were you digging (what did you bury) - blankie ☆ 

Frodo as a sort of God AU. (Rated T)

Impressions of a Morning Glory -mangostrawberry  ☆ 

Where Frodo wakes up without his memory. Post-quest AU (rated T)

A Second Cup of Coffee - mangostrawberry ☆ 

coffee shop AU where Sam works at a coffee shop and Frodo is a college student who frequents the shop. (Rated T)

Just like a Folksong - jolychetta ☆

Coffee shop/florist AU. (Rated G)

Come away with me - tayles_28 

Another coffee shop AU because apparently I’m a sucker for those. (Rated M)

Flower Boy - Cronch_Rat ☆ 

A growing flowers on your skin AU. (Rated T)

Tulips and carnations - kathkin  

Florist Sam and college student Frodo AU. (Rated T)

A light in the darkness - YamBits (I absolutely love Yambits’ works)

Frodo has settled into his life as Mayor, with Sam as his Deputy, when Merry arrives with news of an old terror, set on stalking Frodo. (Rated M)

Poisoned Mushrooms - YamBits ☆

Frodo's friends conspire to defend him against strange accidents and dark figures drawn to Bag End. As the world gets darker, Frodo and Sam find themselves growing closer. Set a year before the Journey. (Rated M) 

Crossing the Barrier - YamBits ☆

Sam crosses the sea, and reunites with Frodo. After waiting to speak with him for so long, Sam finds that Frodo has lost the ability to speak their common language. (Rated T)

Seasons and sentiment- fizzingwhizbee

Winter in Bag End. Sam is dealing with a Problem. (Rated T)

Strawberry Juice - Ethereal_Soul ☆

Frodo writes poetry about Sam lying on his garden, tries to translate it and is embarrassed when Sam almost finds out. Inspired by “strawberry blond” by Mitski. (Rated G)

Thrust out the Harlot - igraine1419 

Merry tricks Frodo and Sam into a game of hide and seek. (Rated E)

Hourglass - igraine1419

When strangers arrive in Hobbiton, Frodo is drawn onto a dangerous path. (Rated E)

For Eyes to See that Can - igraine1419

During a long, lonely night at Rivendell, Sam is restless until magic comes to his aid. (Rated E)

Cardinals - LadyRa [au]

The soil Galadriel gave Sam has some unexpected side effects. (Rated T)

Ghosts that we knew - objectlesson 

Frodo stays in the shire au. (Rated M)

Of Sun and Shade - icannotevenhhh 

Pre-quest. (Rated G)

The Raven and the Badger - lightningskipper ☆

An unexpected Harvestmath encounter… (Rated E)

Passion for Life - lauriel_lunar ☆

Sam reunites with Frodo in Valor after 60 years; Frodo is untouched by time. (Rated T)

Ten Thousand Starlit Nights - lauriel_lunar

Set during Two Towers. (Rated T)

We’ll take our chances (we’ll last a month) - Chash 

Fic I had fun reading; roommates AU (Rated T)

Here at the end of all things (with you) - grasslandgirl

Post-quest. (Rated G)

Oh, Samwise Gamgee You Old Fool - Cas_Wings 

Pre-quest; When Sam and Frodo go for an outing, they both begin to reflect on their feelings for one another. (Rated E)

Exsanguinating circumstances - chrononautical

Vampire au (Rated M)

Salvation - yeaka

The ring gives Frodo bad cravings; Short vampire AU. (Rated T)

A Kiss Sweeter Than Cream and a Smile Brighter Than Sunlight (Teapots and Copper Kettles) - ohmygoshwhatascream

A sweet one shot. (Rated T)

Flesh Spread Thin Over Aching Bones (A Song in the Wind) - ohmygoshwhatascream

Set in canon where Sam looks for Frodo at the top of the dark tower of Cirith Ungol. (Angsty fic) (Rated T)

I Don’t Care - OpportunityRover

Sam and Frodo share a cloak in the middle of Mordor. (Rated G)

When I consider everything that grows - wrishwrosh 

Pre-quest; Floriography. (Rated T)

You sold me a future - tigerlilycorine

A bit more floriography; flowers as a courting device of course… (Rated G)

The Language of Flowers - Annwyn

And more floriogrophy…who cheered! (Rated M)

For All the Weeks In Spring (In a Language That Needs No Words) - ohmygoshwhatascream

Each week, a flower appears on Frodo's bedside table. (Rated G)

Watch it grow, from far, from close - bayleavves 

Frodo and Sam over the course of the seasons. (Rated T)

In the Silent Forest Listening - Verecunda

Even after the Quest is ended, Frodo and Sam both find it hard to sleep. (Rated G)

For a Mere bit of Love - illegible_scribble

Silly kissing booth fic. (Rated G)

“Always” - ocean_blue 

Soulmate AU; When you come of age you receive a soul mark somewhere on your body which represents your soulmate and gives you a clue to who they are. (Rated T)

Heal my heart and drown my woe - winterwyrd 

Frodo and Sam take care of each other and try to avoid revealing too much of their hearts in the process. (Rated G)

Sweet Cider - ElderberryWine

Rated T.

[tightjeansjavi]

Lazuli | Joel Miller and Ellie Williams

A/N: here’s the sweet dad/daughter vibes we have all been patiently waiting for. Bird watcher! Joel is such a sweetie pie.

~word count: 1.8k~

Summary: Joel finally gets to live the simple life with his daughter Ellie by his side.

Warnings: light angst, fluff, lots of dad daughter vibes, Joel is a real softy in this, he’ll do anything to make his kid happy, unconditional love, lots of soft dad vibes, Joel is just a content old man with his bird watching book that Ellie gifted him, Joel finally gets his sheep!!

Joel Miller knows deep within his withered bones that it wasn’t time that did it. He knows that it wasn’t time that did it because time is constrained; as much as it is flighty. Time passes by in a blur. Days, months, weeks, years. No, it wasn’t time that did it. It was a 14 year old girl named Ellie Williams. Joel’s light through the never ending darkness that had once swallowed his soul whole. Ellie was a beacon of hope that shone brightly through the treacherous stormy seas that once resided in Joel’s heart. When you’re lost in the darkness, look for the light. Joel remembers this symbol all too well. Ellie Williams; Joel Miller’s savior.

Joel was stubborn, rough around the edges and hiding years worth of turmoil and demons that haunted his living nightmares. Ellie came swinging at his harsh exterior, and nearly impassable defensives with a fucking sledge hammer. She chipped away at his looming concrete walls with her day in and day out of shitty puns, contagious joyous laughter, and her smile. Her smile that made this grumpy man feel like that for the first time in 20 years, he could find the meaning of home inside a person once more. Yes, it was true. Joel Miller loved Ellie as if she truly was his own. Ellie was his daughter just as much as Sarah was and after everything they endured and survived together, he could not picture his life without her in it.

Everything Joel did was for her. For his baby girl. Ellie didn’t understand it then, and maybe she would never understand why Joel did the things he did, but all he prayed for was her forgiveness. When the truth was uttered from his lips, and the dust settled into calm, Joel was terrified that Ellie would never want to speak to him again. He did it out of love. He did it because she was his world, and she shone brighter than the sun, than any star in the goddamn sky. Ellie was his home, and Joel was hers.

Ellie didn’t speak to him for months after the events at the hospital. She was hurting just as much as he was, and it tore her up inside to not be as close to him as she once was. Summer turned to fall, fall to winter and when spring rolled around she was finally ready to speak to him again.

Joel had just gotten back from another successful patrol run with Tommy and a few other men. He was untacking his horse back at the stables when Ellie had approached him. He didn’t hear her at first, bad ear and all that. He had just hauled the saddle over the saddle rack when Ellie had popped up. “Jesus—kiddo? What’re you doin’ sneakin’ up on your old man like that? Tryin’ to send my ass to an early grave or somethin?’” He chuckled warmly.

“Sorry about that, Joel. I almost forgot about my old man’s bad ear. Did you and uncle Tommy find anything interesting out there?” She was leaning against the saddle rack, arms crossed with her signature little Ellie grin.

“Almost forgot about it? Now that hurts, El. We saw a few deer and some coyotes. No Infected for miles, and not’a lick of raiders out there.” He started brushing down his horse then. The most mundane tasks were becoming a stable comfort for Joel. It was nice to spend some time with the horses. They were fantastic listeners after all.

“Oh? Well, that’s fantastic news! Listen, Dina and I went for a ride yesterday and we stumbled upon this really nice plot of land. Just about a mile's ride to the west, and it’s got tons of tree coverage. I think there’s enough acres for you to even have your sheep farm..” she trailed off as she played with the hem of her shirt.

Joel slowly looked over at her as he ceased the brush movements over his horse’s withers. “You remembered that I wanted to have a sheep farm? Kiddo..what’re you sayin’? That we should skip town and live out in the woods?”

“Dad, of course I remembered that you wanted to have a sheep farm. Remember how romantic I said it was? Just you and some sheep? We could build a nice big cabin and a barn for the sheep and some horses. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Dad

Joel felt his heart lurch from the confines of his chest when Ellie called him Dad. She had never called him dad. It had been so many years since.. “How about this, Tommy and I will go check out this plot of land that you and Dina discovered, and then we can discuss maybe movin’ there. Does that sound like a good plan?” He could feel his eyes sting lightly with freshly brewed tears as the 3 letter word rocked his soul more than Ellie could even imagine.

“Alrighta. That sounds like a good plan. Hey, I gotta run. Meeting Dina at the mess hall but I’ll see you at home, okay?” Ellie was already pushing herself off the side of the saddle rack, taking a few steps before she was wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug with her cheek pressed against his back just like old times.

Joel couldn’t hide the infectious smile from spreading across his face. His dimples poked through as the corners of his eyes crinkled. He was smiling so hard his cheeks began to ache. He turned around in her embrace so he could properly hug her. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of her head as he held her close. “Yeah, I’ll see you at home kiddo.”

Joel had an increasingly difficult time saying no to his kid after that. He’d do anything to make her happy, and if building a log cabin in the woods would make her happy, then so be it. It took him, Tommy, and any able bodied man in town the rest of the year to build the cabin, barn, and fenced in pasture.

Maria had woven together two wool quilts for Joel and Ellie, while Joel and Tommy crafted most of the furniture together. Stories of the past were shared over a couple beers under the hot summer rays. On Joel’s nightstand he had his favorite photo of Sarah. She had the biggest smile on her face as Joel was playfully covering her eyes. He kissed it before bed every night. Next to that photo was his favorite picture of him and Ellie. Tommy had taken it when Shimmer had her foal last spring. Joel was looking over at his daughter lovingly. The final photo was of Joel, Tommy, and Tess. He still missed her on some nights, and she never looked more beautiful.

Joel even got his dream to own some sheep. Three to be exact. They were named Sarah, Ellie, and Tess. (Yeah he was quite the softy)

When Ellie came to him one crisp fall morning asking if they could get a dog, Joel’s immediate response was no. A few horses and sheep was enough to keep them busy, but a dog? That was going to be a whole other task. He caved however when Ellie had asked him enough times. So, Ellie came home with what Joel first thought was a..rat. Upon closer inspection he realized it was in fact a scrawny puppy. “He was the runt of the litter and Maria told me to take him home. What do you think we should name him?”

“Callus.” Joel responded with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

For Joel’s sixty-fifth birthday, he was surrounded by his family, and close friends he made in Jackson. Maria had made him his favorite cake and Tommy insisted that his older brother wear a party hat that had seen better days. “How old are ya again big brother?” Tommy asked with a light smile as the cake was being cut. “Sixty-five years old, you little shit.” Joel responded with a light chuckle, and a playful glare in the younger Miller brother’s direction.

“Goddamn. Sixty-five? You’re fuckin’ ancient.” He chuckled.

Joel gave him a light punch in the shoulder. “Ancient and can still easily kick your ass.”

This caused Joel’s goddaughter, Amelia to giggle from where she was sitting on the floor next to Callus, sneakily feeding him a tiny piece of her cake. Joel was secretly over the moon when he found out that Tommy and Maria were having a little girl, and even more so when he was asked to be her godfather.

“Daddy? Uncle Joel is sooo silly! He’s the silliest!”

“He sure is, babygirl. Don’t give Callus too much of that, okay? He’ll get a tummy ache.”

Joel was so happy that his brother was getting to experience being a girl-dad. He was a fantastic father, just like Joel always knew he would be.

When it was time for presents, Joel had let out a groan because he insisted that no presents were necessary and he didn’t need anything except for his family to keep him happy. Materialistic possessions were nothing compared to those he held closest to him. “What did I say about presents, kiddo?” He wrapped his arm around Ellie’s shoulder as she sat down beside him on the couch.

“I know, I know dad. Just open it okay? You’re gonna love it.” Ellie placed the gift into her father’s lap with a small smile. “I promise it’s nothing crazy either. I just saw it in town the other day and knew I had to get it for you.”

“Course i’ll love it kiddo. Anythin’ you get for me I always love.” He carefully tore at the paper that had been hand pressed with twine used for a makeshift bow. Once the gift was unraveled, a smile graced his aging features. “Bird watchin’ for beginners? This is actually really neat. Always wanted to do some bird watchin’ out here. Thank you, babygirl. I love it.” He set the book to the side before pulling Ellie in for a warm hug.

“You’re welcome dad, I love you.” Ellie hugged him tightly.

“I love you more kiddo. More than anythin.’”

Rain, shine, or snow, Joel was out on the wrap-around porch every morning with his bird watching book in one hand, and a steaming mug of coffee in the other. Callus would be comfortably sleeping along his feet while Joel would excitedly whisper to his furry companion about all the birds he saw that day. His favorite was the Lazuli Bunting. He would share his bird discoveries with Ellie when she would come home from school, and work at the stables back in Jackson. On the weekends she’d sit alongside him with a book, glancing up every so often to see her dad in his happy place watching the birds.

This is how his life was till his very last day. Bird watching, Callus at his feet, and Ellie Williams; the once stubborn, witty, fun loving teenager that taught Joel Miller how to love again. To live again. It was all thanks to her, his bright shining light in the once vast darkness that encased his heart.

Tagging some friends that I think will enjoy: @chaotic-mystery @peterhollandkait @darkroastjoel @cavillscurls @thetriumphantpanda @morning-star-joy @dinsdjrn @cupofjoel @sinsofsummers @korynnekorynne @kirsteng42

[thehumanexperience8b]

November 1st, 2024: Orion.

Orion is a grand constellation, it’s absolutely beautiful. I’m writing this tonight at 3:00am because I just happened to look outside, when I was captured by that astronomical-twilight blue color in the night sky that is so enchanting. I tend to forget how beautiful the winter sky is compared to the summer sky. Summer is the favored time of the year for many outdoor activities; winter is when the earth rests for sleep, and it’s just too cold to stay outside. Winter tends to be forgotten, and people miss the opportunity to watch the sky rise and fall in all its glory. During the winter, you get much brighter stars that are obscured by the sun during the summer mornings. On a winter’s night, the sky is like a blue goldstone crystal; so clear and bright you could count a million stars. In winter, the air is so crisp, breathing it in through your mouth actually becomes painful because of the cold shock to your lungs. You have to practice staying aware of your breath. On a winter's night, everything is still. There’s no noise, no bugs, no people.

I have a small window pointing south-west in my bedroom. I was interested in astronomy for as long as I can remember; but over time, I lost my drive for exploring the stars. One night, on March 11th, 2023, I was making a kandi beaded bracelet and I caught in the corner of my eye, a bright green comet from the edge of my window that quickly fell concealed in the darkness in the pine trees of my backyard. I ran to the window immediately, but it was already gone. My jaw had been DROPPED. Mouth AGAPE!! It was so beautiful that it thrusted me back into exploring my passion for the universe. I never figured out what that green comet really was. There were no reports of anyone seeing anything on that night. My only connection is that on the night of the Valentine’s day dance in high school, there was supposed to be a green comet, which was super rare apparently. I chose to go to the dance, which was a mistake; like all high school dances. I regretted not trying to see it…. but then in March, something out there flung it towards me anyways. I know I saw something, it wasn’t just any light. Ever since then, my window screen has been removed, as I chose to take it off because it was blocking my view of the sky. Orion was in front of me when I began re-discovering the wonders of space. He was right in front of my window (probably between 7pm to 10pm), when he too fell beneath the trees. Now, by November, I can see him roughly from 1:30am to 6:00am in the morning. Orion is brighter than any other constellations near him, if you know where to look, he’s right there. I find he’s even easier to find than the big dipper. He’s a massive mark on the sky, outshining all others around him, despite his side of the sky being filled with other extremely bright celestial neighbors. The constellations next to him are Taurus the bull, Lepus and Canis Major, which is a bunny and a dog chasing each other! Monoceros, which is like a unicorn, and also Eridanus and Gemini. It’s such a sight to see. 

I bought my first telescope on March 21st, 2023 and used it all the time. It wasn’t that great of a telescope, it was an Orion Starblast II 4.5, but it was fun. I saw my first nebula using that telescope, which was Orion’s nebula; I’m not actually sure what part of the constellation it is, maybe a sword shaft? I thought of him more as an archer. Side note, I love archery! I have great aim! The telescope was bad quality, and there was no color! But I just took a minute to allow myself to take in the sight, realizing how impossible this was for the longest time for people to see this far into space. The sky is so magical, how is everyone not taking a minute everyday to relax and look up?!

Orion is the best constellation and it has had such meaning in my life. It’s my favorite constellation, it was the name of my first telescope, the name of my favorite band… speaking of… I never said anything about this yet, but I went to an Orion Experience concert for the first time October 3rd. I just haven’t gotten the chance to talk about it yet. But I will give you a quick rundown. It was one of the best nights of my whole life. The Orion Experience means so much to me, and I had VIP tickets and also won them for doing advertising for them! I planned all of our trip to the Triad Theatre in New York City. It was very stressful, so much worry but it was worth it. It was literally the perfect night. I met Orion and Linda for the first time and they, along with the crew manager, knew who I was. I made them all bracelets and they all wore them during the concert. I was able to get right in the front row where I could touch Orion’s guitar, THREE times. I won the magical animal contest (best cosplay!) and they blew up a special gummy teddy bear for my friend and I because they knew how much we wanted one. I have every important moment on film, my mom recorded it for me. I even got a professional photo taken of me receiving the signed record for best magical animal, see below! I need to make my own entry about that day. Sorry, going on a tangent!

I decided to pay homage to my life among the stars, my love for magick, and my love for Orion, by getting a tattoo of the constellation and Orion Simprini’s signature as the lettering. How spontaneous! I joked about it at first, getting a signature of him while she got Linda Horwatt’s signature inked. She loved it. And now it’s happening for real! My first tattoo. I don’t know when, we're still trying to reserve spaces in my (apparently according to my mom) cousin's tattoo parlor. I will absolutely post pictures for you to see when it happens. Since I went to that concert I knew for sure I wanted that tattoo, I’m still quite excited actually! It was like it was written in the stars.

Goodnight you! I love you!

That’s me! How lucky am I?! Sorry about the quality, it's just an Instagram screenshot. I really hit the jackpot that day, no concert will ever be as good as this one, it’s impossible, unmatched!

Incase you where unfamiliar with Orion, here's a picture of the stars. By the way... that yellow star's name is Betelgeuse, and I love Beetlejuice! That bright lilac purple swish is Messier 42, Orion's Nebula. She's a beauty!

If you're wondering, you can use this website called TimeandDate which will show you an interactive map of the night sky. It's a moving map in real time and may be very helpful to you. What's your favorite constellation?

Love for the rest of time,

[lorenceld-blog]

LOREN STEINFELD - TASK DEZ CAMADAS

When did my life become a series of countdowns? I brush the dust off, gain composure for another round. But I’ll be starry eyed.

CAMADA UM: O LADO DE FORA

Nome: Loren Steinfeld

Cor dos olhos: verdes

Estilo do cabelo/cor: é um castanho com algumas mechas mais loiras, está quase sempre solto, mas quando quero me concentrar acabo prendendo, geralmente em um coque

Altura: 1,68

Estilo de se vestir: gosto de usar roupas confortáveis quando estou em casa, sem me preocupar muito com o que é, para sair cuido um pouco mais só que sem muitas regras, apenas para trabalhar que gosto de manter um estilo um pouco mais social, ando muito de blazers por exemplo para isso.

Melhor característica física: não tenho certeza para dizer a verdade, talvez meu sorriso?

CAMADA DOIS: O LADO DE DENTRO

Seus medos: seria difícil listar eles

Seu prazer vergonhoso: vergonhoso demais para admitir 

O que mais te irrita: quando menosprezam outras pessoas pelo jeito delas de serem

Sua ambição para o futuro: conseguir alcançar tudo o que planejei

CAMADA TRÊS: PENSAMENTOS

Seu primeiro pensamento ao acordar: tudo o que eu tenho que fazer durante o dia

Seu pensamento mais decorrente: eu tenho que fazer melhor

No que você pensa antes de dormir: geralmente crio alguma história aleatória

Você acha que a sua melhor qualidade: a dedicação que eu tenho, trabalhar duro

CAMADA QUATRO: O QUE É MELHOR?

Encontro a dois ou com mais casais: a dois

Ser amado ou respeitado: respeitado

Beleza ou cérebro: cérebro

Gatos ou cachorros: gatos

CAMADA CINCO: VOCÊ…?

Mente: infelizmente, sim

Acredita em si mesmo: sim, é algo em que eu acredito bastante

Acredita no amor: acredito, não necessariamente no romântico de amor verdadeiro, mas no amor em geral sim

Deseja alguém: acho que não

CAMADA SEIS: JÁ FEZ…

Esteve em um palco? estive algumas vezes para teatros da escola em que eu trabalho.

Experimentou drogas: nunca

Mudou sua personalidade para se adaptar a alguma situação: é necessário as vezes, então sim

CAMADA SETE: FAVORITOS

Cor: bordô

Animal: lobo

Filme: nunca consegui decidir um filme favorito

Jogo: Life Is Strange

CAMADA OITO: IDADE

Dia do seu próximo aniversário: 17 de junho

Quantos anos você vai completar: 29 anos

Idade com que perdeu a virgindade: 19 anos

Idade importa? sim

CAMADA NOVE: NUM GAROTO OU GAROTA

Melhor tipo de personalidade: alguém sincero, eu acho, que tenha respeito pelas pessoas e sabe o que quer

Melhor cor de olhos: eu não sei, verdes talvez?

Melhor cor de cabelo: não é algo que eu preste muito a atenção

Melhor coisa para se fazer com parceiro: depende, acho que tudo é válido, quando se está com a pessoa que gosta, o que conta mais é fazer com ela e não o que estão fazendo em si

CAMADA DEZ: TERMINE A FRASE

Eu amo: tantas coisas, eu não sei

Eu sinto: ansiedade

Eu escondo: como eu era

Eu sinto falta de: dias mais calmos

Eu desejo: me encontrar

[astrangertomykin]

A Soul to Guide You

Read here on A03

Once when they were younger, camped out in some hidden corner, Will had mapped out the night sky above them. Orym had clung to his every word as Will described how the stories of Exandria were written in the constellations, how the moons watch over them altogether. He knew nothing of the world above them but the way Will spoke about it all it almost felt like he did. Will had shone so bright, he encapsulated Orym’s entire world, his own moon brightening his night sky and side by side they would create their own stories worthy of the stars; then suddenly, all too soon, Orym’s world had been thrust in darkness.

These last several years Orym felt like he was just fumbling in the dark. A massive void swallowed him each night, suffocating him under the weight of his grief. Zephara has been too much in the end, with pity around each corner he turned. Orym couldn’t even bear to be near Nel, the guilt pulsing in his ear each time - it should have been him. The rest of Tal’dorei was not much better, everywhere he went the night sky felt cold. They were meant to explore Exandria together and now everything just felt like it existed to mock him. Catha was his only solace through those first few months, a mere imitation of the real thing.

Then the Crown Keepers dragged him into their world and the Tempest sent him on a breeze across the shore and it slowly became easier to carry on. There were people who depended on him, a purpose driving him forward (at last), a new chapter he was carving for himself. He didn’t have Will by his side to reassure him but he could be there for the others around him as they ploughed their way forward. Orym finally felt like he was beginning to belong just when Otohan plunged his world into darkness again.

Orym stumbled through the next few days as if on autopilot, the darkness wrapped around his torso. All that mattered was getting Laudna back. Orym ignored his muscles stretching too far, fought sleep until it dragged him under. Walking around the others, around Imogen, the guilt threatened to pull him under - it should have been him. There was a small reprieve where he hoped maybe, just maybe, he had a chance to breathe. The laps easing up just enough for him to raise his end above the waters and free his lungs, the moon seemed slightly brighter. The toxic crawled him back, mixed with the coppery tang of blood, and Orym felt lost all over again.

It felt like an eternity had passed before he found himself on the edge of the Silver Sun, clutching the sending stone in his hand, praying for some kind of response. Dorian hadn’t always understood but he always offered a small boost when things felt bleak. Everything was overwhelming. Trying to be strong for everyone was exhausting but how could he burden them with everything? The darkness was stronger than he ever was, buried in his chest like vines wrapped around his heart. Even the soft glow of the moon on his skin was lost on him now. The overwhelming sense of failure pounding in his ear, the void curling around his vision. So loud and suffocating and dark, swallowing and ripping an-

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

The shadows ebbed and faded to the corners of Orym’s periphery as Ashton spoke, slowly pulling him back to the surface. It was always something they were able to do when everybody else seemed stuck in their own chaos in a beautiful ironic kind of way. Ashton always managed to surprise themself in that regard but Orym knew better. When you’re used to losing everything around you it just somehow became easier to be there for others. Probably the only other one who understood the weight of carrying your pain with you.

Glancing up it was hard to ignore the opalescent structure in Ashton’s head, the way it reflected off the gold that fractured their skin; it was breathtaking. Orym gingerly placed his hand on Ashton’s arm, their hands brushing one another as Ashton solidified the touch. It was nice having moments like this between it all, a shoulder to fall on and joking about pranking Chetney. Like a weight was being lifted off his shoulder, shared with someone else. He had that with the others, sure, especially Fearne who had stuck by him for so long but something about Ashton just made everything easier.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Be in in a minute.”

“Alright.”

Orym let himself sit in the silence for a few moments more, the sending message from Dorian coming through at last causing a slight smile. As he looked up at the sky it seemed so much brighter than before, the moons’ light dancing on his skin. After being trapped in the vastness of it all over the recent weeks he felt at peace pulled out from the depths. Any weight he once had vanished into the night for the evening, allowing him a chance to breathe. Not gone, never gone, but eased for a time.

Flexing his hand Orym stared up at the moon, something tugging at his heart. Only moments ago he had nearly lost himself in the grief of it all and now, somehow, he found himself on the other side. It was almost as if Will had known, had known his light this time was not enough and reached out to the next available source, a star to guide him back home. No one else had managed it quite that well before in such a short amount of time. Orym didn’t know if he was ready to unpack what any of that meant just yet. There was still so much ahead of them.

“I miss you too,” he spoke out to Will, staring back at Catha as it beamed down on him. “I miss you too.”

Standing up Orym took one last look at the night sky, memories of Will and him all those years ago dancing in his head, before making his way back into the belly of the Silver Sun. Exhaustion washed over him as he finally laid his head to rest and, for the first time in years, Orym dreamt of the stars.

[ddudumemes]

FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION) SENTENCE STARTERS PART TWO

(( collection of ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE sentence starters taken from TRACKS 14-25 of TAYLOR SWIFT’S album ‘ FEARLESS (TAYLOR’S VERSION) ’ . ))

014.  JUMP THEN FALL . ‘ i  like  the  way  you  sound  in  the  morning .  ’ ‘ your  laugh  is  the  best  sound  i  have  ever  heard  .  ’ ‘  we  should  be  together  .  ’ ‘  every  time  you  smile  ,  i  smile  .  ’ ‘  don’t  be  afraid  to  jump  then  fall  into  me  .  ’ ‘  i’m  never  gonna  leave  you  .  ’ ‘  say  that  you  wanna  be  with  me  too .  ’ ‘  imma  stay  through  it  all  .  ’ ‘ i’ve  never  been  so  wrapped  up  ,  honey  .  ’ ‘  i  like  the  way  you’re  everything  i  ever  wanted  .  ’ ‘  come  closer  .  ’ ‘ i’ll  catch  you  .  ’ ‘  i’ll  hold  you  through  the  night  until  you  smile .  ’ ‘ i  need  you  , baby  .  ’ ‘ don’t  be  afraid  .  ’

015.  UNTOUCHABLE  . ‘ i’m  caught  up  in  you  .  ’ ‘  when  you’re  close  ,  i  feel  like  coming  undone .  ’ ‘  it’s  like  a  million  little  stars  spelling  out  your  name  .  ’ ‘  say  that  we’ll  be  together  .  ’ ‘  come  on  , little  taste  of  heaven .  ’ ‘ i  want  to  feel  you  by  my  side  ,  standing  next  to  me .  ’ ‘  but  you’re  untouchable ,  burning  brighter  than  the  sun  .  ’

016.  COME IN WITH THE RAIN  . ‘  i  don’t  wanna  go  there  anymore .  ’ ‘  talk  to  the  man  with  the  reasons  why  ,  and  let  me  know  what  you  find  .  ’ ‘  i’ll  leave  my  window  open ,  ‘cause  i’m  too  tired  at  night  to  call  your  name  .  ’ ‘  just  know  i’m  right  here  hoping  that  you’ll  come  in  with  the  rain  .  ’ ‘ i  don’t  wanna  have  to  go  that  far .  ’ ‘ i  know  you  by  heart .  ’ ‘  you  don’t  even  know  where  i  start  .  ’ ‘ talk  to  the  man  who  put  you  here  .  ’ ‘  i  don’t  know  what  else  i  can  say  .  ’ ‘  i’m  too  tired  at  night  for  all  these  games  .  ’

017.  SUPERSTAR  . ‘ this  is  wrong  but  i  can’t  help  but  feel  like  ..  there  ain’t  nothing  more  right  ,  babe  .  ’ ‘  i  can’t  help  but  wish  i  could  see  your  face .  ’ ‘ you  smile  that  beautiful  smile  and  all  the  girls  in  the  front  row  scream  your  name  .  ’ ‘  tell  me  things  like  “ i  can’t  take  my  eyes  off  of  you  ”  .  ’ ‘ i  can’t  take  my  eyes  off  of  you .  ’ ‘  i’m  no  one  special  just  another  wide  eyed  girl  ,  who’s  desperately  in  love  with  you .  ’ ‘  give  me  a  photograph to  hang  on  my  wall ,  superstar  .  ’ ‘  i  knew  when  i  saw  your  face  i’d  be  counting  down  the  ways  to  see  you  .  ’ ‘ i’m  invisible  and  everyone  knows  who  you  are  .  ’ ‘ you  sing  me  to  sleep  ,  every  night  from  the  radio  .  ’

018.  THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR  . ‘ this  time  i’ve  have  enough  .  ’ ‘  i’m  so  mad  ,  i  might  tell  you  that  it’s  over .  ’ ‘  leave .  ’ ‘  all  i  really  want  is  you  to  stand  outside  my  window  throwing  pebbles  screaming  “  i’m  in  love  with  you  ”  .  ’ ‘  i  know  all  i  need  is  on  the  other  side  of  the  door  .  ’ ‘  me  and  my  stupid  pride  are  sitting  here  alone  .  ’ ‘  i  keep  going  back  over  things  we  both  said .  ’ ‘ if  you  know  everything  tell  me  why  you  couldn’t  see ,  when  i  left  i  wanted  you  to  chase  after  me .  ’ ‘ i’m  in  love  with  you  .  ’ ‘ i  can’t  even  look  at  you  .  ’ ‘ i  don’t  need  you .  ’ ‘  there’s  nothing  you  can  say  to  make  this  right  again  ,  i  mean  it  .  ’ ‘ was  she  worth  this  mess ?? ’ ‘  after  everything  and  that  little  black  dress ??  ’ ‘  after  everything  i  must  confess  ,  i  need  you  .  ’

019.  TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE . ‘  you  were  the  prince  .  ’ ‘  i  used  to  be  a damsel  in  distress  .  ’ ‘  today  was  a  fairytale  .  ’ ‘  i  wore  a  dress ,  you  wore  a  dark  grey  t-shirt  .  ’ ‘  you  told  me  i  was  pretty  when  i  looked  like  a  mess  .  ’ ‘ time  slows  down  whenever  you’re  around  .  ’ ‘  can  you  feel  this  magic  in  the  air ??  it  must’ve  been  the  way  you  kissed  me  .  ’ ‘  i  fell  in  love  when  i  saw  you  standing  there  .  ’ ‘ you’ve  got  a  smile  that  takes  me  to  another  planet .  ’ ‘ everything  you  say  is  right  .  ’ ‘  nothing  made  sense  ‘til  the  time  i  saw  your  face  .  ’ ‘ i  can  feel  my  heart ,  it’s  beating  in  my  chest  .  ’

020.  YOU ALL OVER ME  . ‘ reminds  me  of  you .  ’ ‘ you  know  you  can  scratch  it  right  off  .  ’ ‘  it’s  how  it  used  to  be  .  ’ ‘  you  can’t  change  where  it’s  been .  ’ ‘  reminds  me  of  me  .  ’ ‘ i  lived  and  i  learned .  ’ ‘  held  out  and  held  on ,  god  knows  too  long .  ’ ‘  swore  that  i’d  get  out  of  here  .  ’ ‘  no  amount  of  freedom  gets  you  clean  .  ’ ‘  i’ve  still  got  you  all  over  me  .  ’ ‘  the  best  and  worst  day  of  june  was  the  one  that  i  met  you  .  ’ ‘ don’t  you  wish  you  had  me ??  ’ ‘  we  were  never  really  meant  to  be .  ’ ‘  i  lied  and  i  cried  and  i  watched  a  part  of  myself  die  .  ’

021.  MR. PERFECTLY FINE  . ‘ mr  looked  me  in  the  eye  and  told  me  you  would  never  go  away .  ’ ‘ everything  was  right .  ’ ‘ i’ve  been  waiting  for  you  all  my  life  .  ’ ‘ every  single  day  until  the  end  i  will  be  by  your  side  .  ’ ‘ that  was  when  i  got  to know  mr  change  of  heart  .  ’ ‘  i  fall  apart  .  ’ ‘  it  takes  everything  in  me  just  to  get  up  each  day ,  but  it’s  wonderful  to  see  that  you’re  okay  .  ’ ‘  hello  mr  perfectly  fine  .  ’ ‘  how’s  your  heart  after  breaking  mine  ?? ’ ‘ hello  mr  casually  cruel  .  mr  everything  revolves  around  you  .  ’ ‘  i’ve  been  miss  misery  since  your  goodbye .  and  you’re  mr  perfectly  fine .  ’ ‘ he  goes  about  his  day  ,  forgets  he  ever  even  heard  my  name  .  ’ ‘ i  thought  you  might  be  different  than  the  rest  ,  i  guess  you’re  all  the  same  .  ’ ‘  i  hear  he’s  got  his  arm  ‘round  a  brand  new  girl .  ’ ‘ i  never  got  past  what  you  put  me  through ,  but  it’s  wonderful  to  see  that  it  never  phased  you  .  ’ ‘  oh  , he’s  so  smug  ,  mr  always  wins .  ’ ‘ it’s  such  a  shame  .  ’ ‘ i  was  miss  here  to  stay  .  ’ ‘  someday  maybe  you’ll  miss  me  but  by  then  you’ll  be  mr  too  late .  ’ ‘ i’ve  been  miss  misery  for  the  last  time  .  ’ ‘  you  said  you’d  never  go  away  .  ’

022.  WE WERE HAPPY  . ‘  we  used  to  walk  along  the  streets  when  the  porch  lights  were  shining  bright .  ’ ‘  we  snuck  into  the  circus ,  you  threw  your  arms  around  my  neck  .  ’ ‘  we  were  happy .  ’ ‘  when  it  was  good ,  baby  ,  it  was  good  .  ’ ‘  we  showed  ‘em  all  up  .  ’ ‘  we  used  to  watch  the  sun  go  down  on  the  boats  in  the  water .  ’ ‘  goodbye’s  so  much  harder  ,  ‘cause  we  were  happy .  ’ ‘  i  hate  those  voices  telling  me  i’m  not  in  love  anymore  .  ’ ‘  that’s  what  these  tears  are  for  .  ’

023.  THAT’S WHEN  . ‘  i  need  some  time , need  some  space , to  think  about  all  of  this .  ’ ‘  i  knew  my  words  were  hard  to  hear ,  and  harder  to  ever  take  back  .  ’ ‘  when  can  i  come  back  ?? ’ ‘  i  did  you  wrong ,  made  mistakes ,  and  put  you  through  all  of  this  .  ’ ‘  leave  those  all  in  our  past .  ’ ‘  honestly ,  when  you  were  gone  ,  did  you  ever  think  of  me  ??  ’ ‘  that’s  when  i  love  you  .  ’

024.  DON’T  YOU  . ‘ hey , i  knew  i’d  run  into  you  somewhere .  ’ ‘ i  didn’t  mean  to  stare  .  ’ ‘  i  heard  she’s  nothing  like  me  .  ’ ‘  i’m  sure  she’ll  make  you  happy  .  ’ ‘  don’t  you  smile  at  me  and  ask  me  how  i’ve  been  .  ’ ‘  don’t  you  say  you’ve  missed  me  if  you  don’t  want  me  again  .  ’ ‘  you  don’t  know  how  much  i  feel  i  love  you  still  .  ’ ‘  sometimes  , i  really  wish  that  i  could  hate  you  .  ’ ‘ my  heart  knows  what  the  truth  is .  ’ ‘ i  swore  i  wouldn’t  do  this .  ’ ‘  i’ll  walk  out  of  here  tonight  , try  to  go  on  with  my  life .  ’ ‘  you  can  say  we’re  still  friends  ,  but  i  don’t  wanna  pretend .  ’

025.  BYE  BYE  BABY  . ‘  it  wasn’t  just  like  a  movie .  ’ ‘  this  is  the  last  time  i’ll  drive  this  way  again  .  ’ ‘  i  still  love  you ,  but  i  can’t .  ’ ‘ bye  bye  to  everything  i  thought  was  on  my  side  .  ’ ‘  bye  bye  baby .  ’ ‘ i  want  you  bad  but  it’s  come  down  to  nothing .  ’ ‘  all  i  have  is  your  sympathy .  ’ ‘  you  took  me  home  but  you  just  couldn’t  keep  me  .  ’ ‘ i  was  so  sure  of  everything ,  everything  i  thought  we’d  always  have  .  ’ ‘  feels  like  i’m  becoming  a  part  of  your  past .  ’ ‘  you’re  all  i  want  but  it’s  not  enough  this  time .  ’ ‘ i’m  so  scared  of  how  this  ends  .  ’ ‘  i  thought  you  were  gonna  keep  me  .  ’

[bladiebabie]

𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: Sano Manjiro, Baji Keisuke, Matsuno Chifuyu

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙎𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩

𝘼/𝙉: This song has a death grip on me. It’s just a cute ass song but it has nostalgic/melancholy vibes to it. Also, I got VERY carried away with this because this song gets me in my feels.

“𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.”

– 𝙈𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙮: He whispered to you one summer night. The two of you had snuck out of your respective houses, neither of you wanting to stay cooped up in the four walls of your bedroom . So the both of you decided to drive around town and go to the local convenience store before stopping by the grassy area next to the river bank. Looking up, you noted how the skies were clearer and how the stars were sparkling against the dark background. 

Mikey was the boy with all the weight of the world on his shoulder. Sooner or later, it was going to crush him and pull him into the ground below where he would disappear from you forever. You knew time was limited, that the sand in the hourglass could run out at any moment so you didn’t know whether you had a summer or a lifetime left with Mikey. Still, you didn’t bring yourself to care much because you loved him deeply.

You fell in love with the way the corners of his lips would curve into a boyish smile wherever he would see that little flag that sat atop his omurice or how his cheeks would puff out when said flag was missing. You also fell in love with the more serious and caring side of Mikey, how he would look out for others even if it meant putting his own life on the line. 

Lacing your fingers with his, you brought Mikey’s hand up to place a kiss on it, letting your lips linger for a moment. Even if time was against the two of you, it won’t deter you from spending every single second by his side. Even when the ground beneath him swallows him whole, you’ll be the one waiting for his hand to reach up and the one to help pull him out. There wasn’t anything in the world you wouldn’t do to see that boyish smile sitting upon his face again. 

“I’d rather spend an eternity with you,” you murmured back to your boyfriend, watching the corner of his eyes crinkled as he beamed at you and it was brighter than all the stars combined in the clear, night sky.

“𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨.”

– 𝘽𝙖𝙟𝙞: You remembered when Baji first told you that, lips curled into a big enough smile to show off the glint of his sharp canines. Baji was always the more perceptive one between the two of you. He’d always had an inkling of when you’re feeling down or if something was wrong even if you hadn’t told him. He would always listen intently to the places you wanted to travel to, all the hidden nooks and crannies of the world that you wanted to explore. You could feel his eyes observing every detail whenever you’d mention something; even when it was something small, Baji would always remember. 

So you weren’t surprised when he said that as he spun you around his room, a soft but sweet melody playing in the background. It was moments like these when you feel as if it was just you two in this entire world. Forever by each other’s side with no one else to interrupt your moments together. You couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Baji looked in the setting sun that peeked through his window. He continued rambling about all the places he’d take you to and all the things you guys would do but it all fell to deaf ears. 

It was the way Baji’s hair cascaded down his shoulder and the few strands that fell in front to frame his handsome face that had you distracted. How his clear dark irises reflected the setting sun, giving him a more carefree look in contrast to the serious weight that they held at times. Baji was undeniably stunning. He was mesmerizing and you could study him for hours on end only to find something new each time. You were convinced he was sculpted by the gods above. 

Baji was your dream. No place on this planet could ever compare to the person that stood right in front of you. Even if you were to break, you could search for lifetimes but never be able to find someone like him because Baji was simply one of a kind. You snaked your arms around his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss, making sure to pour all the love you had for him into it. 

“You are my dream,” you whispered against his lips, feeling him smirk. “The only place I want to be is right next to you.” 

“𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜?”

– 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙮𝙪: Your boyfriend asked as the two of you were walking home after school had ended. You pondered for a moment while reminiscing about the early days of your relationship. From an outsider’s perspective, you could see how it was surprising when the two of you first got together. Chifuyu was brash, walking around like he owned the place even though he was still in his first year of middle school. There was a reason for his attitude though, Chifuyu was simply trying to protect his classmates from all the upperclassmen who would abuse their power and authority. That fact was easy to overlook due to the numerous rumors being passed back and forth about Chifuyu.

However, you fell for what lies beneath his colder exterior. What remained hidden away was a compassionate and kind young boy who’ll stop at nothing to protect those he loved even if it meant he would have to get hurt in the process. You were the first to bear witness to who Chifuyu truly was when you walked past an empty classroom one day to find him helping out another nerdy-looking boy with his spelling. Standing by the door, you remembered how his melodious laugh seemed to fill the empty classroom. The smile that accompanied it was so sweet and lovely as you felt a warmth blooming inside your chest at the sight in front of you.

Realizing that you would be late to your club you stepped away but the movement caught Chifuyu’s attention and he looked up, catching your eyes. At that moment, all you could see were his eyes. Those mesmerizing ocean orbs that stared straight into your very soul, was something you’ll never forget. His eyes were the blue of clear skies, infinite hues illuminated by the blinding light. You could feel yourself slowly beginning to drown in them the longer you look, sinking further into the azure abyss. For a color so cold and ice-like, there was a burning passion that resided deep inside, its flames flickering back and forth every time Chifuyu’s orbs moved around.

You never believed in love at first sight, they were always childish fairy tales told by adults to kids growing up. But this time, maybe just maybe, it was love at first sight for you after all. You fell hard for the delinquent with a golden heart. With Chifuyu, everything contrasted each other from his rough exterior in comparison to his softer interior or the piercing sapphires that held a fiery gaze. There was no doubt that Matsuno Chifuyu was intoxicating.

“I did,” you suddenly stated, causing your boyfriend to swivel his head towards you with a look of confusion painted on his face. You offered Chifuyu a loving smile, “I saw us coming when no one else did.” 

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[p---ink]

Teach Me.

Author’s Note: So. I finally made a Peter Parker Fiction. And I know the gif is Arvin Russell, but that is for a reason, and maybe you'll see it, maybe you won't, BUT TELL ME IF YOU DO. So this is an unnamed OC fiction, but its mostly reader insert, aside from the fact that she’s black (surprise, surprise) and she has brown eyes. I made her an “OC” because of that fact. Also, get ready for some fluffy head cannons of Peter P. In the not-so-distant future though. 

Summary: Maybe Peter Parker, isn't as innocent as he seems. 

Warnings: Smut. Smut. and more Smut. Car-smut. Dark-ish Peter (Not really, but he’s not his usual wholesome self) 

Song: Star-gazing by The Neighborhood. I literally based this entire fiction on this one song. Even if you don’t read the fic, you should listen to it. 

Word Count: 5.5k

“If you don’t mind me asking,” She started, pausing a bit to give him time to look up at her, “ who brings a textbook to a frat party?”

His heart stopped for a moment when he realized who was speaking to him. But then he matched her grin shyly and replied, “It’s more of a conversation starter than anything.” 

“Would you say its been working well?”

“I did somehow manage to get someone as pretty as you to speak to me.” 

The smile that was already plastered on her face, grew wider along with her eyes and brows. “Wow Parker: Who knew you could be so bold after a few drinks?

“I’ve only had one, so the rest is all me.” He closed his book and readjusted his leg inviting her to sit. Then as if just realizing, he asked, “You know who I am?”

“Of course I know who you are. We went to Midtown together.” She said, getting comfortable on the couch. 

“Yeah I know. But we barely spoke to each other. Sometimes I wondered if you even knew I existed.”

“I always kept tabs on cuties like you. Especially you, actually.” She declared. 

“And you call me bold.” He muttered under his breath, a small blush creeping up.

“I’m always like this. Anyone who knows me, can tell you that. But anyone who knows you, would say the opposite. You were always so good.” 

“Good?”

“Yes! Good. Innocent. Nice. Whatever floats your boat.”

“And I remember you being, bossy, assertive, and intimidating.”

She threw her head back in laughter before stating,“You say that like its a bad thing.” Coming down from her fits of giggles she adds, “You noticed me, too? Never thought I was on your radar.”

“How could anyone not notice you.” He asked. “We had English together our freshman year. First day of class, you challenged Mr. Frechowsky, for inflicting his political views on the rest of the class. He got so red in the face, after yelling at you for three minutes straight, but everyone was more shocked at you for being unfazed.”

“I forgot abou-”

“Sophomore year, you “accidentally” tripped Amy Shuemacker,  after she made a rude comment about Ned’s weight. Junior year, you announced that you wanted to be not only the first female president, but the first who was black too. I remember telling myself you’d have my vote. Senior year, you almost had a mental breakdown when it looked like Michelle Obama was gonna run.” Peter finished, with not a hint that he was out of breath. 

“I-” She was more than taken aback. “I’m embarrassed that you remember all of that. Its been like four years since we graduated. Frankly any other person would have forgotten.”

“I think its impossible for anyone who’s met you, to forget the day they did.” He admitted to her. 

She just stared at him in awe for a moment. Mouth slightly agape from surprise. A shadow of a smile ever so present. 

Even though he was the one to say it, it was his face that turned a tinge pinker than before when he realized the weight behind his words. He swallowed thickly, averting his attention to the patterns that lined the carpet, fearing that he made her uncomfortable. In all honesty, he used to have a proper crush on the girl, rivaled by even Romeo’s adoration for Juliet.

This was the same girl he once described as ethereal. He once told Ned that fairies wove the strands of her hair, and butterflies still lived there, claiming that he saw them playing beneath her braids. The sun literally lived under her skin, and it was the secret as to why it would glow, and why her smile was so bright. He would swear to anyone that listened, that the harp was made with her voice in mind, and that it, her voice, played a better melody. He used to be lovestruck. Guess those feelings still lingered. 

If you asked him, two minutes ago had he gotten over it, his answer would’ve been yes. Would’ve been. 

His sudden fluster—which she found adorable by the way, broke her from her trance as she grinned and said “Don’t act bashful now!” playfully shoving his arm as she uttered the words. 

Quickly recovering from his earlier hiccup, he slowly returned her grin and tried to retaliate but before he could, “We have to go. Now.”

They looked up to see an irritated looking preppy girl impatiently scowling down at them. She couldn’t have been much older than 21, but no one told that to her clothes and aura. Her olive skin couldn’t hide the frown lines that had been assigned to her, nor the bags that would put a raccoon to shame. Besides the current circumstances that she would tell them in the next minute, Peter could tell on his own that the girl needed a date with sleep. 

“What’s the matter Li? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, aside from the fact that Angie locked herself out of the apartment again.” She said sarcastically, muttering this last part under her breath “I swear I’ve had it with that girl.”

“Ah I see. Well then we better get going.” The girl affirmed, standing from her seat, making Peter rise from his. “Peter it was so nice seeing you. I hate to leave, I would’ve enjoyed catching up a bit more.” She said, turning to grab her coat. 

“Well then we should catch up soon.”

She turned to nod her head, seemingly interested in his suggestion. “I’d love that. When did you have in mind?”

“How about now? if its a ride you’re looking for, I can drive you home.” Peter’s inner sixteen year old self, screamed at this opportunity. Time alone, with his four-year crush? He couldn’t not take advantage of the moment. 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. It’s all the way on the other side of town.” She informed him. 

“But you’re not asking me to do it. I’m offering, because, ��ya know; I haven’t seen you in a while and I’d like to catch up, too.” He said, second-guessing himself and praying that he didn’t come on too strong. “Ya know. Only if you want to.” He added just in case. 

Taking too much time debating whether or not she should say yes, the girl’s friend did it for her.  “Sounds great! I’ll see you at home.” Spinning on her heels,  and walking out of the door.

“Well.” The girl started, smiling at her old schoolmate. “I guess that settles it.”

“Shit!” He cursed, killing the engine completely, and slamming his head back on the headrest. After a couple minutes of trying to get it to start, the boy gave up like his car did.

It had been a full three hours since  Alisha left the party. The time was spent competing about who could find out more about the other. He learned that she still had a thirst for changing the world and community around her. She learned that the boy had been bitten by a radioactive spider and was now New York’s most friendly vigilante. She never knew that Peter could be so hilarious. 

They were stranded on some back road, miles away from civilization, with rain coming down on the roof of the car like they owed it money.

“Peter, what did you expect?” She began to question, giggling as she spoke. “This car is so old, Fred Flintstone has a newer model.”

“Hey!” He cried, “Don’t badmouth Karen. She just needs a little work.”

“You mean a lot of work. Karen is ancient.”

“She’s been good to me.”

“Should I call Triple A?” She asked, ignoring his dramatics. “The rain will probably let up by the time they get here.”

“I’ve got this.” He sighed, readying himself to leave the car. “Besides, triple A doesn’t know Karen like I do. They won’t be able to give her the love and patience she deserves” He explained, the car’s rickety door sounding as he disappeared into the rain. 

She heard that same distinct sound not ten seconds later, as he reappeared, soaking wet from the rain’s onslaught. His white t-shirt clung to his body, while beads of water raced down his skin. His messy locks, traded their dark brown hue for a jet black one, and his dirty converses shone a little brighter than they did before he left the car. 

“Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.” He admitted, the leather making a squelching noise as he glued himself back to his previous seat. 

“The offer for triple A still stands.”

“No. I’ll let this play out. But maybe I can call you an Uber.”

“There’s no way I’m leaving you out here all alone. We’ll let this play out.”

“But this may take a while.”

“I’m the reason you’re out here in the first place. And I like your company, so i’ll stay.”

Peter knew he couldn’t argue with that one, so he let silence befall the two of them. It stayed like that for a moment. It wasn’t quite awkward, but it was definitely palpable. 

She thought to say something, he did the same, but neither could quite let their words come to life. It was unlike the girl he knew before, who said the first thing that came to mind. Unlike himself, who did the same, but in a less graceful way. 

Finally, after what felt like hours of deafening quiet, Peter begins with, “How long have you and Brad been a thing?” The question fresh on his mind, since her phone rang yet again, with his ugly mug lighting up the screen. It was the fourth time she ignored the notification. 

It was rare for Peter to hate a person. In fact he didn’t hate many at all. But there was something about Brad that always made his stomach clench. Didn’t help that he was sniffing around his girl. 

“Hmm.” She pondered, tapping her chin with her index finger. Acting as if she was carefully thinking about it.“For about for-never and a day” She finally answered.

“Oh I thought, that since—“ Peter stammered, growing embarrassed by his assumption, and the disdain that coated his words.

“Anyone would have, with him blowing my phone up.” She sighed. “But alas, nothing will ever come of us. No matter how much he wants it to. Wish he’d take a hint.”

Back to silence. But this time it didn’t consume Peter. It gave him a bit of hope, enough hope to ask her his next question. 

“Back at the party,” he started before pausing, which prompted her to question, yes, before he could properly collect his nerve to ask her what he wanted. 

“Back at the party, you mentioned you always kept tabs on me. Especially me. What did you mean by that?”

“I may have had a small crush on you.” She answered without missing a beat. This of course took him by surprise, but not for long. 

“Why did you never act on it?”

“Because I quickly realized you weren’t my type.” She said as if it was nothing in the world.

“Ouch. What did I do to make you realize that?” Peter asked. Though his tone was light-hearted, he tried not to let on that he was hurt. 

“Nothing.” She replied. “You were just yourself. Peter Parker, the innocent good boy who would never harm a fly.”

Peter thought to himself for a moment. He thought long and hard before he decided to bring up the word she had uttered more than once tonight. “There goes that word again: innocent. What makes you think I’m innocent?”

“Come on Parker. Ned told me you once donated a one hundred dollar bill you found lying on the sidewalk to the local homeless shelter. And that was after you couldn’t find its original owner. That’s got innocence written all over it.”

“Does that make me innocent or a good person?”

“They’re one and the same.”

“There is a big difference between the two.”

“I disagree. The two are definitely interchangeable. Good people are the ones who haven’t been corrupted yet.”

“So does that mean you aren’t a good person?”

“I think I’m a neutral person. Not exactly good, not exactly bad. Just walking the tightrope. I probably would have taken the money, and felt bad about it later.”

They both chuckled at her statement, letting it end that segment of the conversation. Though Peter was done fighting with her about her type’s moral compass, he wasn’t done with the subject all together.

“So,” He paused, and she braced herself, taking notice of how every time he did that, a question she was reluctant to answer followed. “what exactly is your type?”

An uncomfortable breathy laugh passed through her lips as she answered. “I didn’t exactly know it at the time, but I’m able to put it into words now.” She admitted, taking her time as she explained. 

“I guess ideally you were my type. Nice. Harmless. Smart. But I was also looking for someone who knew how to take control. I’m in control of everything in my life, so it feels good to meet a person who lets me relinquish that. Or in more crude terms, a person who has the ability to fuck my brains out.” She declared as she leered in his direction with a small smirk playing her lips. 

She was only teasing. But she could feel that the air had grown thick on the side of the car that Peter had resided in. For a split second, she could have sworn that she saw something snap in him. But as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, making her feel as though she had imagined the entire thing. 

But she knew that couldn’t have been right. Known for many things, her vivid imagination wasn’t one of them. His breath hitched. His shoulders tensed. She hadn’t imagined that. What he said next, after what felt like an hour of silence told her that she didn’t imagine anything at all. 

“Did teaching me, ever cross your mind?” He asked. His grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. She saw his Adam’s apple bob after he spoke, and his chestnut eyes focused on the rain that splattered against the windshield. 

“U-um I-,” She stammered, Peter catching her by surprise. She had to really think about his question. “I suppose it never did.”

“You still want me?” He asked her, turning his attention back on her. 

“Huh?”

“Am I still your type? Aside from the fact that I can’t take control?” 

She just swallows, before nodding.

Noting her surprise, but not relenting he says, “Then teach me.”

“What?” She questions, fearing she misheard him. 

“Teach me.” He repeated, only elaborating when she scrutinized his face. “Show me exactly how you want to be touched. Kissed. Fucked.”

The way he said the word, fuck, was so filthy. It almost made her lose the rest of her composure. Not like she had much left. He had already rendered her speechless, now he was ruining her panties.

No. She wouldn’t let it play out like this. She had a reputation to uphold.

She peered over her shoulder, then back to him trying to assess whether or not he was serious. When his face showed no sign of amusement, she swung her door open, to trade her passenger’s seat for the back one. 

The rain’s onslaught was still vicious, so her previously dry form was borderline drenched. July’s summer heat, did no favors in keeping her warm, and she had no idea if she was shivering from the rain or her nerves. “Are you gonna come keep me warm or what?” She challenged, trying to find her confidence again.  

It was only seconds before Peter joined her, but it was no question that his body was shaking with anticipation. He looked at her expectantly, surveying her every move. From the way her eyes flitted to the ground, to the way her hands busied themselves by rubbing at her thighs. She was nervous. 

It must have been a snowy day in hell.

“What should we do first?” She asked. 

“Does the instructor usually ask the pupil what lessons they should start with?”

“Kiss me?” She suggested, half-ignoring his comment. 

“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Peter remarked, amusement glinting in his eyes. 

Annoyance overtaking her tone now, she demands this time, “Kiss me.” 

“Say please.” He teased. 

“Damn it Peter, fucking kiss m—”

And then he glued his lips to hers. They were sweet and gentle, like him, but still managed to convey his longing. He hoped the kiss would capture all the times he imagined doing it when she would flash those pretty brown eyes his way. When she would speak in a way that put an angel’s timbre to shame. Even when she would fucking breathe, he imagined kissing her until his lips fell off. He hoped the kiss would make up for all of the ones he was dying to share with her over the years.

The pads of his fingers roamed over her silky smooth skin, starting at her cheeks, ending at her neckline. He tasted the flavor of her strawberry chapstick, the same one that made her lips feel and look as smooth as butter. When he inhaled and tasted the faint scent of minty watermelon on her breath, he decided he couldn’t get enough. He wanted to kiss her until he committed to memory every bump on her tongue. Then he would be satisfied. 

“Like this?” He whispered, pulling back to inhale the same air as her, almost turning feral at the sight of her swollen lips and blown pupils. “Or,” he started, leaning back in to go again, searching her eyes, “like this?”

Whereas kiss one was innocent and sweet, the way that Peter portrays himself, kiss two was the definition of what he could be…or maybe what he already was, she couldn’t tell. He was filthy with the way his tongue glided against hers. The hot wet muscle played hers like an instrument, before locking the two together. One of his hands planted itself on the nape of her neck, forcing her to feel every measure against her mouth. She couldn’t move if she wanted to, not that she wanted to. Just like him she wanted to relish the taste of him. 

With his nose pressed against her cheek, and hers against his, they kissed like they wanted to touch the other’s souls. They began breathing in the rest of the other’s air, like they wanted to swap lungs. Exploring the other’s bodies, like they would die if they didn’t study the exact texture of the other’s skin. 

It took everything in Peter to restrain himself. To keep his thumbs from traveling beneath her shirt. He nipped at his tongue to keep from nipping at her lips and skin. He tried shifting in his seat to distract himself from the shifting going on in his jeans. 

It certainly didn’t help the growing tent in his pants when the girl planted her thighs on either side of his, rocking and rolling her hips to alleviate some of the tension in her panties. 

She took over the kiss, setting the pace and overcoming the surprise from Peter earlier.

Her fingers, that were previously glued to his face, began fumbling with the hem of his shirt, peeling the wet material off and over his head. She marveled at his sculpted chest for a moment, before Peter followed suit, pulling her dampened top over her arms and flinging it over the seat. 

A throaty groan passed his lips when she resumed her measures against his hips. Grinding herself down on his hardening member. 

Her breathy whimpers intensified when his surprisingly warm hands traveled along her skin, caressing her soft flesh. She was getting more worked up the more Peter mimicked the movement of her hips, grinding upwards while simultaneously pinning her waist down. 

She tugged harshly on the patch of hair that lived on the back of his neck, eliciting one of the sexiest groans she had ever heard. His heavily lidded eyes that held the same fire as hers, both scared and excited her. 

As she leaned in closely, preparing her words carefully she ordered him to, “Kiss me here,” before planting her lips on his neck. Flattening her tongue to lick a stripe up the exposed skin, she began swirling the appendage before nipping, licking, and sucking until his skin had a reddish purple hue. 

She got lost in the feel of him, succumbing to the sound of his hisses and moans only to yelp a moment later, when Peter mimicked her earlier actions.

With a fistful of her hair, and her exposed neck jutting out towards his lips he licked a stripe against the skin, just as she did earlier, only his measures were steady and calculated, taking note of every flinch and hitch of her breath. He found her sweet spot in seconds, focusing all of his attention there. 

With her nails digging into his flesh, and her hips stuttering, Peter knew he had her where he wanted her. “Like that?” He rasped, pulling away to admire the strings of purple and blue that littered her skin. 

“Fuck yea Parker; you learn fast.” She gasped, attempting at a laugh, as she peeled her chest off of him.  She took a hand of his into hers, grasping two of his fingers as she bought them to her lips. 

Hollowing her cheeks as she sensually sucked and lubricated his digits, she bought his other hand down to her shorts, beckoning him to unbutton them. “Touch me here.” She murmured, eyes taking in the wide curious ones staring back at her. 

With the newly slick fingers, Peter did as she told him, dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and finding her nub instantaneously. “Right here?” He enquired, when her breathing turned shaky. 

“Mmm, god yes!” She praised, as he worked his fingers over her. 

Setting a consistent pace, Peter lightly grazed her clit, every time he ran his fingers up and down her folds. “Am I doing this right?” He questioned, flicking and teasing her core. 

“Mhm” She mewled, “fuck y-your fingers feel so good” Her speech was now becoming slightly incoherent.

“Yeah?” He groaned, “What about my mouth?” He asked, just before unclasping her bra a little too effortlessly with one hand. Latching his lips against her perky chest, he massaged the other mound with his free hand.  

Words were lost on her, as she became a wanton mess. She couldn’t fathom how he could be so skillful with both hands. How a person could multitask the way that he did was indescribable. His hand on her clit didn’t let up, but neither did the one that tweaked and pulled on her nipple. Not to mention the hot tongue that darted and sucked meticulously at her other. She couldn’t stifle her cries if she tried. 

Riding his fingers, she pressed his head further into her chest,  becoming greedy with his touch, as she sprinted towards her orgasm. She thought that this feeling couldn’t get any better. 

Of course, Peter was full of nothing but surprises tonight, and needed to prove her wrong. He let two of his fingers slip inside of her, while a thumb replaced the ones that were glued to her clit. Rubbing circles against her sex, he pumped the two fingers furiously in and out of her hole. 

“Does that feel good, baby?”

But the girl didn’t answer, Her mouth hung open as if she wanted to, but the words were jumbled somewhere in her throat. Her face twisted into pleasure, and she couldn’t do anything but succumb to his measures against her body.

It wasn’t long before she felt her stomach spasming, the heat pooling to her core, her already sensitive flower growing even more sensitive, as she came into his palm. 

Her juices coated his digits, her walls fluttered around them, and her skin was now hot to the touch, as Peter forced her climax out of her. 

Tears flooded her eyes, as she took in as much air as she could. When had she stopped breathing? Maybe sometime during the earth-shattering orgasm her old classmate was giving her. 

Once the ringing in her ears subsided, and her lower region began to cool again, she thanked the boy and praised him as she said, “You did so well,” before planting hot wet kisses on his shoulder and neck.

She stopped when she felt his body shaking. Coming back up to eye him, she asked what he found so funny. 

Peter tried to hide the smirk that plastered his lips but he couldn’t hold his act any longer. “You just don’t get it do you?” He asks as he casually licks and sucks at his fingers, just as she did earlier, relishing in the taste of her essence. 

The confusion on her face and brain was evident. “Get wha—” He had her pinned on her back, before she could utter the last syllable.

The tight space was cramped, but the boy had more than enough room to stalk his prey. He hovered above her, ridding her of the rest of her clothes in one fell swoop, before delivering his monologue. 

“I don’t know what it is about girls like you, but I swear you drive me crazy.” He admitted, before removing his jeans in a quick motion. “You always assume that just because I’m a nice guy, I won’t be able to fuck your brains out.” He informed, before revealing a hidden condom and rolling it on before lining himself up at her entrance. “But I hope that if tonight proves anything to you,” He starts, eyes finally darting up to land on her horror-filled ones, “it will be that your mindset can land you in a whole heap of trouble.”

And with that, he grasps the door above her head, before sinking himself into her.

Groaning at the feel of her, Peter’s facade dropped completely. Her tight little cunt feels even better than he imagined, and he hopes that he feels better than she ever imagined. 

He starts slow, with the intent of her feeling every ridge of his cock, as it threatens to invade her stomach. Her soft tits bouncing with every thrust, send a jolt through his body every time her nipples graze his chest. The way his name falls off her sweet tongue, has him in shambles, as he picks up his pace, throwing slow and steady out of the window. 

Her cries are loud in his ear, as he ruts against her sex. He’s so thick, its hard for her to think straight. He can feel the indents of her nails as they dig into his lower back; she tries to press his ass closer to her, never wanting him to leave.

Maybe if it were any other guy fucking her, she would have felt the seat buckle digging into her back. Maybe she would have felt her sticky sweaty skin on the leather of his back seat. Maybe the awkward position her head was in would have spoiled her experience. But with Peter, she could only focus on the pleasure. 

His thrusts were relentless now. His hot breath was fanning the side of her cheeks. His previously damp hair, stuck to her neck, as he drove himself further into her skin. Nothing could distract him away from her in this moment.

Nothing but the faint glow of her phone, that is. It’s buzzing, and vibrations immediately catching his eye, as he held his head up. That same dangerous smirk that she saw earlier returning. 

“Look who’s calling, baby.” He purred, overcoming the stutter of his hips. When he held her phone up for her to see, her heart sank at the mischief behind his words. Brad. “Should we answer it?”

“No, Pete!” She cried. 

“Oh come on, that would be rude wouldn’t it?” He dared, before delivering a particularly hard thrust, that sent her mind into a haze. “We can stop so you can take this—”

“No! D-don’t stop” She begged, prying the phone from his fingers, and fumbling with the answer button. 

“Babe? Hello?” Brad’s irritating voice answered flooding, her phone’s speaker. But the girl didn’t answer immediately, because she was too busy trying to stifle her whimpers. 

“Hey Brad!” She finally choked out, sounding somewhat normal. How she managed to do it, she couldn’t say. 

“Wow! Finally. This is like my eighth time trying you. I almost can’t believe you answered. What are you up to?”

“Should you tell him what you’re up to, babe?” Peter devilishly whispered against her skin.

“Nothing!” She whined into the phone. 

“Whoa. Are you okay? You sound a little off?”

“You should tell him you sound like this because I’m making you feel so good.” Peter suggested, driving her body up and down the seats. “I bet he’d wish he were me right now.”

“I-I’m just a feeling a l-li-little sick is all.” She breathlessly stuttered.

“Should I come over?”

“Ah yes Peter!” She wailed, when the boy starts circling his fingers against her clit, while simultaneously grinding slowly but roughly into her. She’s no longer paying attention to the man on the other end. His curses don’t faze her, nor does Peter’s actions as he releases the phone from her grip. 

“Hey Brad. Remember me.” He casually asks, ignoring Brad’s threats. “Yeah no man, don’t worry about her: I’ll make sure she’s real good and taken care of.” He promises, before ending the call, and tossing the device into the passenger’s seat. “Think he finally got the hint?”

Peter then takes the girl’s hips into his hands, lifting her inches off the seat, before pulling her body onto his dick at an ungodly speed.

Crying. She’s literally crying, with tears streaming down her face. Her voice is becoming hoarse with moans. She had never experienced such intense sex in her life. 

Peter brings the hand that was previously plastered on the glass down to the girl’s face. “would this be the definition of fucking your brains out, baby?” He grunts, in reference to the girl’s constant repetition of his name. It’s the only word she can remember, as he fucks her into the chair. 

His movements shook the car. The heat that their bodies radiated, fogging up the glass. The scent of their sex now embedded in the fabric of his seats. The boy was completely untamed. 

Her screams were one among the things that set him off. The way her body writhed against his was another. The stutter in her speech another. But the unbridled lust that her eyes held, was the literal icing on the cake. 

Thank fuck she came before him. Her tight little hole constricting and clenching his dick. And when he started slipping in and out, her eyes glued shut, and her chest started to rise and fall, he knew that she had came. 

A sweaty fucked out mess before him, she needed Peter to finish her off before she was satisfied. “Drown me in your cum” She begged, and it was like he knew exactly what she wanted. 

Unsheathing himself from her, he ridded himself of the condom, and started tugging violently at his cock. Fucking his hand, not unlike the way he fucked her earlier, he spurted his milky white seed all over her supple brown canvas, a husky groan roaring from his chest as he threw his head back in pleasure. His seed extinguished the heat that resided in her skin, and she closed her eyes shut, letting her head fall back down on the seat. 

The image of his white paint, all over her stomach, chest, and tits, bleeding into his memory, as he came back down from his high. 

Once back down to earth, reality began to sink back in. Immediately recomposing himself, Peter blurted, “Fuck are you okay? Was I too rough?”

His sudden outburst almost made her jump out of her skin, but she quickly recovered. “Oh god no Parker! I loved every minute of that.” She lazily smiled reassuringly.  “Do you always fuck like that?”

Peter returned the smirk, blushing before saying, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you like that.” 

After planting a final kiss on her lips, he reached into the center console, to scavenge a few wet wipes, cleaning her skin before discarding them. 

Moments later, they reunited with their lost articles of clothes, pulling the fabrics over their limbs before crawling back into the front seat.

When Peter put his seatbelt back on, and cranked the car up with no effort, he felt the heat of the girl’s eyes on his skin. 

“What?” He asked, dumbfounded by her glare. 

“Was there ever anything wrong with the car?”

And then as if just realizing Peter mouthes oh, before telling her simply “No.” Adding on that he just wanted an excuse to spend more time with her. 

“Well how the fuck did you know I wasn’t gonna just take your offer for an Uber?”  She asked, more impressed than pissed.

“Because you’re a neutral person, and a neutral person would feel too bad about doing that.”

“There’s a lot of things I still have to learn about you Parker.” She admits, sinking down into her seat. Heat rising to her cheeks, as a new crush began to develop. 

“Don’t worry. I’m willing to teach you.” 

 A/N: So like...don’t be afraid to tell me what you think. I swear I dont bite...unless you're into that. also this was edited it, but probably not well, so tell me if you see an error. 

[lord-of-christmas-lights]

I swear I have normal Narnia headcanons. However, none of them are featured in this post.

So! If you've been following my series of posts about my Inhuman Narnia AU and the couple of oneshots I posted on ao3 under ASkyOfKai, you've probably noticed that in this little universe I've created, Narnia is sort of...sentient. And I've just realized that I've only actually gone into depth about this on Discord with my friends who are probably very tired of hearing about it. So I'm making y'all suffer through it instead. Welcome to Inhuman Narnia 101, please take your seats because this is going to take a while.

Warning for religious themes, theological discussion, and some dark fantasy/inhuman/body horror concepts that involve blood and physical changes.

BEFORE I SAY ANYTHING: Please keep in mind that an AU is meant to be an alternate universe that may not follow canon information. If anything in this post contradicts canon on the creation of Narnia (it undoubtedly will), pay it no mind, this is an AU. It doesn't have to follow canon.

First off, a little explanation of the Inhuman Narnia AU in general. Basically I came up with this AU after seeing some other people on tumblr post about the Pevensies being not quite human after their time in Narnia. Just eerie, cryptid, a bit of dark fantasy kinda stuff. And I was like, "I'm in love, sign me up, I have ideas." I did not sit down and develop this all at once. The worldbuilding I've done for it has come slowly over the past few weeks through posts, fanfics, and discord rambles. The idea of Narnia being a sentient earth deity of sorts is a recent one and there is already so much to it. (Also I call her Narnia because it's convenient, she has other names but I haven't bothered to like, actually make any up so Narnia is what she's called.)

The most important thing to note starting off is that Narnia is not supposed to be a replacement for Aslan, nor is she necessarily "the hero to his villain". Aslan and I have an interesting relationship, as he is literally God/Jesus/The Holy Spirit/etc and I no longer really identify as Christian. While there are times that Aslan definitely takes a more antagonistic route in my writings, I don't actually see him as a bad guy, nor as a good guy. As God, he literally removed from our concepts of good and evil (in my opinion). The same goes for Narnia being an earth deity. I am a Christian-raised pagan, and I definitely subscribe to the idea that gods and deities are not subject to humanity and our rules. Narnia is not a good goddess, she is not a bad goddess, she simply is a goddess. Plain and simple. The dichotomy that exists between Narnia and Aslan in my writing is generally that of opposing deities, but this isn't a hard and fast rule. There were and still are times when they're friends, working towards the same goals. There are times when Narnia's power is stronger than Aslan's and times when Aslan's power is stronger than hers. There is no simple 1:1 comparison between them.

So, getting into motivations and why Narnia as a deity even exists. Essentially, I asked the question, "How do the Pevensies become inhuman?" and voila earth deity Narnia was born. Now, the basic in-universe mythology I've worked out is that Narnia and Aslan are two deities from separate dimensions that came together to create a new world, the world of Narnia. Aslan is the one who oversees things, he's the one who comes up with the ideas, and he's a little less attached to the world as a whole because he's a Creator, not an earth deity. Narnia is, however, and she literally makes up the world, she sort of runs the entire thing on a physical level, and she is much more attached to it. So she's always kinda taken on this role of making the things in her world the way she wants them. For the most part, she and Aslan designed everything together and they're both happy with it blah blah blah. Well, Aslan then decides to bring a few humans from this other world he's created to Narnia. And she affects them a bit (I've got headcanons about Digory and Polly that I haven't posted anywhere yet but I might soon), but it isn't until Aslan brings the Pevensies over that she really gets to experiment. See, there are other deities in the world that kinda rule over the various lands on a surface level (patron gods for Telmar, the Archenlands, etc, they just have less power than Narnia and Aslan) so she has a little less power over the people in those places, but the country of Narnia is both her land and her so when the Pevensies become the Kings and Queens and live there for 15 years, she's very connected to them. And it's through this connection that she starts to affect them. Honestly, I'm not sure if Narnia even knows what she's doing when she starts stripping away their humanity. I think it's that she can feel they're not from her world and she doesn't like that. She wants them to be a part of her, she wants them to belong in her world just the same as everyone else. (Side note—I know Telmar and some other lands in canon are based on people finding portals and coming through and I'd like to say that she does affect them a bit, takes away a bit of their humanity, but it's not to the same extent as the Kings and Queens of her lands).

"So Kai," you might say, "You keep empathizing that she is literally the land and the land is her. What the hell do you mean by that?" Well, essentially, she is...the...land. Basically if you've read Percy Jackson Heroes of Olympus, there's this idea that Gaia and Tartarus are both physically their domains and able to take on a smaller, human shaped physical form because they're gods and not restricted by human ideas of only having one body. Narnia is the same. Her physical form is both the entire world and whatever smaller shape she might appear in to people. However, we have to acknowledge that their world is differently structurally from ours. There's magic, there's talking animals, and in my Inhuman AU, there is a literal Heart of Narnia at the center. Like a physical, beating, human-shaped heart. Except it's a lot bigger than a regular human heart. Also it's golden. And many many many miles underground. So anyways this is where she's centered. It's basically where her soul is. Probably under Cair Paravel because I just came up with that idea and I love it. And radiating out from it are veins of magic and blood, and these stretch all across the world. Now here is where we get into blood magic and some of those fun terrifying concepts I've come up with.

Narnia has her own blood, of course, but also whenever one of her Kings or Queens bleeds in battle, she kinda pulls it down through the earth into her own heart and veins. It doesn't really do anything to her or them in particular, it's just a fun side effect of them having a patron pagan god. Yes this includes Caspian after he becomes King. Also Peter's blood turns golden because he's the High King, and then later Caspian's does too because I just really like imagery of Ben Barnes bleeding gold. (Side note—when Peter returns to England, his blood goes back to red, but it does remain a brighter red than blood generally is).

Diverting for half a second here. Now, in both my regular Narnia writings and my Inhuman AU, Lucy is very very connected to magic. In my regular Narnia fanfic, she studies with the druids, who are sort of like BBC Merlin's druids. They're just like, chill dudes who run around in camps doing magic and making prophecies and shit. However, in the Inhuman AU, they are a lot darker. One of my favorite ideas with the Inhuman druids and Lucy is that they are so connected to Narnia's magic and her Heart that their hands become stained with blood. Is it their blood, is it Narnia's blood, is it someone else's blood? Idk, don't ask questions. But yea, their hands are permanently stained reddish-brown to almost black. In my regular Narnia stuff, I still like the idea of Lucy's hands being stained and go with just earth magic, dirt stuff for the reason why. But yea no, in the Inhuman AU her hands are stained with blood because of blood magic.

So getting a bit more into how Narnia affects the Pevensies now because I love talking about this lol. She doesn't consciously chose how to change them, though she does call them her creations. Generally the way her magic affects them is by connecting them to to the land in some way and bringing out certain traits they have. So for Peter it's his eyes flickering between regular blue and the amber of a lion's, feathers appearing on his back that grow into wings, having a strength greater than that of a giant's. His blood is golden and on clear nights, the Aurora Borealis in the sky is reflected across his skin. For Susan, her skin glints like glass in the sun and she can briefly glimpse the future. Her wounds are sewn shut with golden rays of light, her eyes are cracked but clear, and she seems to glow faintly in the night, a bit of the sun's radiance shining through her. Edmund has a bit of a star's power lodged in his throat, and can manipulate words, uses them to influence people and their actions. His skin is frostbitten in places, a side effect of ruling the Woods where the White Witch once held so much power, and in some spots his bones shine under the ice that spreads across his skin. Lucy has the stained skin from her stronger connection to magic, and when she speaks words from the Old Language (the one Aslan and Narnia used to shape the world itself), her voice echoes and rasps. Her teeth are too sharp, her smile too wide, and when she disappears underwater, she can stay for hours without surfacing. I want to get into Eustace and Caspian now too but this post is already extremely long and I've still got a bit to cover, so we're just sticking with the Pevensies for now. So yea, Narnia doesn't pick what she does to the Pevensies, she just connects herself to them and through that connection, they change. The magic that she is made of, that Narnia the world operates on, that's what changes them. However, as I stated already, she does call them her creations and feels extremely responsible for them.

Wrapping back around up to the beginning, this is the biggest source of conflict between her and Aslan as of the canon timeline. I like to believe that the lamppost incident was an accident, that Aslan didn't actually mean to send them back at the end of LWW and it was pure coincidence, wrong place wrong time stuff. That being said, it did happen and Narnia really didn't like it happening. The Pevensies did return to their (mostly) human selves in this AU in England, so when they came back in Prince Caspian, she felt disconnected from them again. She reacted to this by digging into them even harder on a spiritual level and essentially speedran them back to being inhuman throughout the timeline of PC, which generally takes place over a few months in my mind. I don't remember how long it was in the book, it's been quite a while since I read them, but it's only like a week in the movie and like eff that, overthrowing a kingdom takes a bit longer in my opinion. Now there are a few divergences here. 1. They all stay at the end of PC and yea that's it, they go back to being Kings and Queens and it's like a second Golden Age but with Caspian there as well. 2. Susan and Peter stay, Lucy and Edmund go back and it's a repeat of the human/inhumanity cycle for them + Eustace in VOTDT and then they stay. 3. Everything happens exactly as it does in canon and it's a constant cycle of humanity/inhumanity with the character's various trips and finally ends at The Last Battle. I like all versions and I tend to leave things a little open to the reader on what exactly happens, or I would if I could actually finish some of my drafts and post them. As you can imagine, Narnia likes 1 the best and 3 the least. She really wants her Kings and Queens to stay and rule her lands and like be awesome and stuff. However, Aslan prefers 3 the best and 1 the least. So again, neither of them is really good nor evil, they just have differing opinions on how the world should be run and what the Pevensie's fates should be. I do tend to side with Narnia, I really like exploring these concepts of inhumanity, but I also really like the concept of a cycle. That's very common in mythology.

So anyways, that's a bit of an overview on earth deity Narnia and her role in my Inhuman AU. If you made it this far, congratulations, and I give you explicit permission to use any of my ideas in your own writing/fanart/whatever, as long as you tag either my tumblr or my ao3 (lord-of-christmas-lights and ASkyOfKai) because I need more Narnia+Inhumanity content in my life. Thanks for reading all this and I'll probably be back very soon with elaboration on Eustace and Caspian's inhumanity!

- Kai

[thosewickedlovelies]

Anything That Shined: prologue  |  The Thief x Heroic!F!Reader x Marcus Moreno

Rating: T for Teen

Summary: The thief debates on adding a few Heroics to his collection

Tags: friends to lovers; eventual throuple? threesome? I haven’t decided yet

Word count: 967

A/N: So I know I labeled my last MM thing as a prologue, but this is a story I have actual ideas and more content for, so it's forreal this time. Please enjoy this lil preview for a story I'm excited to write more of! 😍

This will NOT be any kind of dark fic- the thief "stealing" them will not be described, and will not be a permanent state- the situation will be explained in the next chapter

Masterlist

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It’s an idea he’s toyed with before, of course. Stealing a Heroic. What an addition to his collection one of them would make! The things he would have access to with some of their abilities on his side...

Something about it never sat quite right, however. It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it- he’d used his abilities to steal people before, although he wasn’t sure it counted as stealing to take them back from miscreants who’d abducted them in the first place (“Rescue” wasn’t his preferred term. He didn’t advertise his morals, after all- only that they had a price tag).

But whenever he considered acquiring a Heroic- nothing. His gift didn’t whisper to him the way it normally did when he was pondering a heist, didn’t illuminate potential interception points or escape routes. Perhaps because that truly would be kidnapping, not theft, the thief muses as he waits for his order. Vague as they were, he reasonably certain it went against his morals to steal people. He preferred to recruit them, voluntarily.

But if it was only temporary? he probed. If I only meant to steal them for a day, and not keep or harm them? 

His gift seems to titter in response. The thief grumbles internally at its coy answer, having long since stopped questioning the oddity of talking to what was essentially a vague quasi-consciousness in his head.

Perhaps his gift’s unhelpfulness was due to his own apprehension. Stealing the entirety of a living person was a lot trickier than just plucking the voice from them. And really, none of their abilities couldn’t be acquired by him otherwise. Miracle Guy? The thief had someone who could fly. Tech-No? Superpowers weren’t necessary to be tech-savvy enough for his needs.

The speedy one would be useful, the thief reflects as he adds just a touch of sugar to his coffee. In and out with the goods, no fuss no muss. But that took all the fun out of a heist. He could do that part himself half the time, anyway. The rich scent of the café’s new single-origin brew lures him from his thoughts, and the thief allows himself to be distracted, sighing into the steam kissing his face and luxuriating in the rich flavor. He simply must ask the owner for their supplier. 

The kicker is that he knows who the real jewel would be- the Heroic whose powers could provide the greatest benefit, even to a man as substantially gifted as himself. Marcus Moreno. He hid behind his swords and his teammates more so now than he had in his early days, but the thief had seen the footage. His telekinetic abilities weren’t to be underestimated.

Nestled in his favorite spot- a cushy nook, half-hidden behind a large plant with leaves like graceful emerald fans- the thief regards the park across the street as people flock to it. He couldn’t have predicted that the same he day he comes into town would be the same day the hero is involved in a minor incident across the street from a café he frequented. But it seems just a little too serendipitous of an opportunity to ignore. 

A razor-edged halo of gleaming silver arcs around Moreno’s head when he whirls his swords up and into their sheaths. The thief’s gaze lingers on the blades, on the wide shoulders to which they’re strapped. The hero is so close he can make out the good-natured smile on his face where he kneels before a clamor of children. Yet still his gift murmurs too faintly to make out, as if from across a windblown distance. The thief frowns in thought. But when another, brighter glint catches his eye, his gift bursts into such cacophony the thief almost flinches, expensive coffee sloshing in his cup.

It’s you. The Heroic they called Sunbeam.

What skin is exposed by your suit ripples with the the light of the sun. Radiant and shimmering with a white-gold aura, you look every inch a star walking the earth- the thief is baffled as to how he’s missed you, even as fixated on Moreno as he was. Your brightness dims bit by bit every time you refasten a patch of your modifiable uniform, although the effect is rendered somewhat moot by the fact that your suit is also white and yellow, with glittery gold patches that draw the eye. As he watches, you pause, closing your eyes for a deep breath, and the remaining glow in your hands and face lessens to an almost human level.

Your fellow Heroic stands as you stride back toward him, asking something, his brow furrowed in concern. You shake your head in reassurance. The man’s relief is obvious, even from this distance; he reaches out to rest a hand on your shoulder, his stance relaxing. You seem surprised, but pleased- a bashful smile appears on your lips, and- just for a second- your skin seems to flicker again with a bright warmth.

Interesting. His gift hisses excitedly. The cup clinks faintly against its saucer as the thief lowers it, all of his attention laser-focused on the super-powered duo across the street, on the rapidly clarifying plan in his head. Both of you turn as someone else runs up to you. The angle causes natural sunlight to glance off your cheek, and the thief blinks at the shine; it’s not unlike the reflections which speared off of Marcus’s swords. Your gold to his silver.

The thief smirks to himself as he remembers his own words. Anything that shined. His eyes track your glittering silhouette, Moreno resembling your shadow in his black uniform, in the thoughtless synchronicity of your body language. His gift croons in an alluring song. Ah, what the hell, he decides. A two-for-one deal. His smirk transforms into an expression of relish.

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I apologize for nothing. Luv u guys <3

Taglist: @thirstworldproblemss

[usmsgutterson]

Certainly- Kaz Brekker

The reader is a bit of an astrology and astronomy alike geek for this, which I hope y’all don’t mind! Also, in this case, phones exist so lets pretend that phones exist in Ketterdam, making it a bit of a modern au, I guess!

Also, this’ll probably be a bit ooc for Kaz

Fic type- angsty fluff

Warnings- blood, mentions of death, and the reader is sick (nothing specific, I just kind of took random symptoms and made up a word for the sickness)

You were determined to see the stars before you went, and as you grew sicker, none of the crows knew when that would be, so, after a little convincing, the crows had gotten Colm to let you spend a couple of months at his farm in Novyi Zem, where the stars were the clearest at night, not burdened by light pollution or the screams of lively cities. 

It was the seven of you crammed into a basement, sharing beds, but none of them cared, and you were just glad to be with the people you called family. You were happy that they were with you, that Kaz was willing to wheel you everywhere when you got too weak to stand, that Jesper still made jokes, even despite watching you deteriorate. You were grateful for Inejs smile, Wylans music, Ninas impeccable tastes and Matthias and his big arms that could lift you and put you down without issue. 

The six of them had started taking shifts taking you outside. Nina took you outside Sunday nights, Matthias Mondays, Wylan Tuesdays, Jesper Thursdays, Inej Fridays and Kaz Saturdays. Wednesdays you rested up; ate when it was time to eat, used the bathroom when you needed, took a shower if it were the appropriate time, but other than that, you slept.

It was Kaz’s day to wheel you out, and you’d had a particularly rough day that day. Inej went with him, promising not to intrude on the time that you would spend together. She’d do backflips and run across the roof of the farm if you asked her to, but she’d not interrupt otherwise. 

“I love the stars,” you whispered, leaning back in your wheelchair and tightening the hold of the blanket over your lap. “Thank you both. For doing this.” 

“Don’t you worry, love,” Kaz murmured. “Just keep your eyes on the stars, okay?”

“We’re happy to do this,” Inej added. “All of us are. Really.” It was like both of them could sense it as well as you could. You had a feeling that the night would end terribly, just like the morning had begun.

You’d woken up only to need to rush to the toilet immediately, blood coming up your throat like bile, staining your skin and leaving your bottom lip red as a cherry. 

Kaz had been at your side in a minute, Nina and Wylan right behind him. Wylan kept your hair away from the sides of your face, Nina slowed your heartrate and Kaz wet a cloth with cold water to get your body temp down. 

Kaz had forced himself to stay in the moment, to not let his thoughts stray to the urge to sleep in the same bed as you to make sure that nothing happened while you slept--to be there in case something did--but to stay on the sun as it set and the faraway sound of Wylan playing his flute with the window open so that you’d be able to hear it. 

Once you’d gotten settled under a tree, Inej ran off, making her way inside and up to the barns roof, where she sat, keeping a watch from a distance as Kaz let you rest your head against his shoulder, gloved hand interlaced with yours. 

“I love you, Brekker,” you murmured. “Please don’t forget that. Ever.” 

“I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re gonna stay around and get better until we can spar again, and you can beat my ass even though I’ve my cane as a weapon.” 

“You know full well I can’t promise that,” you wished that you could. You desperately wished. “I’m going to die young, Kaz. I’m not gonna get to eighteen, much less eighty.” Kaz hated you for that.

He hated you because everything that you said somehow managed to be right. It was like you had a sixth sense for that kind of thing, and while, on missions, it proved useful, in that scenario, it just proved annoying. 

“You’re gonna make it to eighteen if it kills me,” he informed you. “I’ll take you around the globe if I need to, just to make sure you end up okay. I will not live a life without you in it, Y/N.” 

“You’re sweet,” you murmured. “Incredibly sweet.”

“Only to you, L/N.” That was the last bit of conversation for a long while as the sun set and the stars came out.

“Did you know that the moon isn’t circular?” You pointed lazily to it, bright and beautiful amongst the even brighter stars. “According to scientests, it’s actually shaped like a lemon!” Kaz didn’t fight his smile.

Of course you’d be spouting off the little factoids you knew about space. You loved it, how vast and crazy it all seemed. 

“And that the clouds at the center of the Milky Way smell like raspberries and rum?” Kaz snorted.

“Okay, now, theres no way that ones true!” 

“Oh,” you leaned up, booping his nose without a care in the world. “But it is! It’s in a study somewhere, I think! Look it up!” He laughed, pulling you closer to him as you rambled.

Inej had started doing running flips across the roof, spinning and dancing and no doubt laughing as she did. Kaz knew it was an elaborate effort to get you to smile, and it seemed to work as she moved; a delightful silhouette amongst a star filled sky. 

“I love you, Kaz Brekker,” you whispered. “You don’t need to say it back, but I really, truly do love you with every bone that exists in my body.”

“I love you too,” he said it without hesitation. “And I’ll love you until we’re old and grey, I swear it.”

“Don’t hold me to that promise,” you murmured. “You know how bad this is. Stop thinking that I’ll make it into the new year. I probably wont.”

“You will if it kills me, Y/N,” he gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “I’ll drain the bank dry if I have to, I swear to Ghezen.”

You didn’t say anything after, too exhausted to even think about starting an argument with him, simply not wanting to. 

But then, an hour later, Kaz felt fear trickle into his stomach like it hadn’t ever in his life.

“And then theres Supernova. It’s like a star that’s dying having it’s last celebration. Like when we get a really big win, or when we get away with what we intended to get away with, and we all get shitfaced before we collapse onto our beds and sleep for the night? A supernova is a dying stars explosion. It’s the last celebration that the star has before it dies out.” you’d been rambling.

“Tonight is my... tonight is my...” Kaz had called for Nina right then and there, screaming her name while he felt you go slack against him.

“Zenik!” He screamed, not caring at all if he were to wake up Jespers father. “Zenik, call in that fucking favor with the bloody Ravkan prince!” Matthias came barreling out after her, phone in hand, already speaking to someone as Nina began working, steadying your heart and trying her hardest to keep you alive. 

Kaz had to force himself to walk away from it all, pushing his feet away after giving your shoulders one last squeeze and walking far out into the field. 

Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he couldn’t stop himself. Tears flooded his eyes and he found himself glaring at the sky, wanting to scream, wanting to shout, wishing that there was someone around that he could gut like a fish. 

“Saints,” he murmured through gritted teeth. “Sankt Ilya, Sankt Adrik, Sankta Alina of The Fold, I know I am a terrible person, but Y/N is not. They’re good, they smile, they laugh, they’re kind to others when those people probably don’t deserve their kindness. I know I’m damned, I know that you probably strongly dislike me, but they’re different.” He’d never asked the Saints for anything before, and he never would again.

“Please, just, let them live. Let them get the life that they deserve. I’ll do my best to make them happy, but you have to let me,” he wiped the tears from his eyes as they came. “They deserve the life that you’re so willing to take away, and all I ask is that you don’t take it.” He heard the sounds of the ambulance car and raced back to you, gripping your hand as they helped you onto a stretcher and out of the field, through the house and out the entrance. 

I won’t lose them, he told himself. A world without them is one that’s unbearable. 

O N E Y E A R L A T E R 

You laughed as Nina chased you through the halls of the Little Palace, running quickly through the endless corridors, your laughter carrying through them as you kept yourself in front of Nina.

Nikolai had kept you in the Os Altan palace since that night, where Inej laughed and danced and did her flips, whilst Wylan played the piano and Kaz sat beside you, listening to your ramblings without a care in the world. 

“You seem delighted,” Nikolai noticed as you stopped in front of his office. “I’ve never seen you walk without that Brekker boy at your side, much less run while Zenik is on your tail!” You shrugged, laughing as Ninas front crashed into your back.

“This is the best I’ve felt in a year,” you murmured. “I figured I’d see if Nina was up to chase me around this morning, and I haven’t stopped running since!” You peered in through the open office door, looking for that familliar mop of dark brown hair.

Nina wrapped her arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “He’ll be here any minute,” she murmured. “He and the boys are just finishing up a job for Nik in East Ravka, but Matthias told me the second that they’d left!”

“Trust me. Y/N,” Nikolais smooth voice murmured. “I put them on one of my fastest boats. I knew how long it’d take them to get from here to east Ravka and back, and I promised him he’d be here when you finally awoke.” 

“Hows it feel, anyway?” Zoya appeared at his side. “Eighteen, I mean.” You shrugged.

“I miss Kaz,” you murmured bluntly. “I hate that I have to tell him that he was right, but I still miss him.” 

Nikolai took Zoyas hand, pulling her close as you and Nina watched, smiles on your faces. 

“Young love,” Zoya teased. “Zenik, let go of them so that they can turn around.” Nina obeyed, letting you go and moving to lean against the doorway with Nikolai and Zoya. 

You turned, and smiled when your gazes met. “You were right, Brekker,” you murmured, walking toward him as he held out your gift to you. “I’m better now, and the second that you’re ready to spar, I’m gonna beat your ass, even though you’ve your cane as a weapon.” He grabbed your pinky with his the moment you were within distance.

“How’d the heist go?” You murmured once the two of you had walked out of earshot. 

“Good,” Kaz let himself be close to you as you two moved, squeezing your pinky as you slowed your steps. “Plan went off without a hitch, for three idiots and a mastermind with a limp. I brought you this from it,” he held the gift out to you again, and you took it in your free hand, examining it.

“I had to ask permission for that,” he murmured. “I had to get the Ravkan kings seal of approval to steal that for you.” You laughed, looking it over.

It was a journal. Black and leather bound, pages crisp and untouched. A pen was tucked into the cover. 

“I promise, we’ll go home soon,” you responded. “I miss Ketterdam. I could go for some waffles.” 

“Don’t they have waffles here?” Kaz questioned.

“Not Ketterdam waffles, love. Ketterdam waffles are unlike any pathetic waffle from here! Doused in syrup and whip cream--” You let out a satisfied sigh. “So good it’s almost surreal!” Kaz smirked.

“Waffle date when you’re well enough to return home then?” 

“Certainly.”

[nomsugayoongi]

Recurring

Pairing: Jungkook X OC female

Warnings: None yet.

Synopsis: Jungkook meets the girl of his dreams...but the problem is exactly that. She's in his dreams.

Note: So I had this really bizarre idea for a fluff fest (and eventual smut fest because it's JK and I can't help myself) It's written and edited on a phone so forgive any mistakes and don't be afraid to let me know what you think.

"Huh?"

Jungkook looked around. He didn't know this street. Nothing looked familiar. Not the tall, grey buildings, not the neon lights casting colourful shadows on the dark pavement, nothing. He frowned, eyes scanning the signs on the building right beside him. It was one of those 24 hour convenience stores. The lights were on but he couldn't see anybody inside. No cashier behind the counter. No customers. He had no idea what time it was. Come to think of it, he didn't actually have any idea about anything. He felt a splash of water hit his face and glanced up at the dark sky. No stars. No moon. Just....black. The glow from the street lights cast faint beams and highlighted the beginning drops of rain. He looked down at the pavement. He didn't have shoes on. His bare feet looked strange against the concrete but he couldn't feel the cold ground. His frown deepened as he scraped his foot lightly against the path, expecting to feel the rough texture but feeling nothing. The rain started coming faster, droplets hitting the back of his neck as he stared down at his feet. He wasn't afraid. Even in this strange situation, with not a soul in sight, there was no fear. Just curiosity. He looked either side of him then down the dark street ahead. There was something glowing at the end of the street that piqued his interest. A soft, warm ball of light that flickered slightly even though there was no wind.

He started walking, the rain coming down harder, huge splotches soaking through his t shirt yet he didn't feel particularly cold. He looked in the windows of the closed shops as he walked past, the silhoutte of the items in the window seeming even darker against the faint light bouncing off the glass. It was so quiet. No traffic sounds, no voices. Just the sound of the rain hammering against the pavement. As he approached the end of the street, he squinted at where the light now seemed bigger and brighter. Pure darkness spanned out in front of him, but it was moving, shimmering and rippling as the rain hit the surface. Water. A lake or something. He couldn't tell how big it was. The darkness of the water sort of blending into the darkness of the night and made one big horizon of black. As he approached the edge of the water, he noticed that the ball of light that had caught his attention was a gently swinging lamp hung inside a gazebo. A rickety looking wooden Jetty connected the floating gazebo to the embankment and he quickened his pace to get to it, mainly because the rain was now hammering down so hard that he was drenched from head to toe but also because the soft glow of light against the stark backdrop of darkness was very inviting. He made his way up the jetty, hearing the wooden slats creak and groan under his feet then smiling as he reached the gazebo. It was cute. It seemed....out of place. An octagonal, wooden structure with a slate roof and half open sides. Benches ran around each edge, padded with thick, comfy looking cushions. A lantern hung from the center of the roof, swaying slightly above a small table. It really was out of place. It looked brand new, like something you'd see in the garden section of an IKEA catalogue. He wondered whether he was ok to sit since he was wet through but it was literally the middle of the night and there wasnt a soul around, so he sat, picking the edge closest to the open water and facing out so he could watch the rain bounce off the water's surface. He liked the overlapping circular ripples it created, like an intricate pattern on the glassy surface. It was nice. Absolute silence apart from the rain and the sound of his own steady breathing. He felt calm. Peaceful. Content even. Happy to just sit in the darkness and listen to the rain. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, the smell of the water and fresh rain causing a small smile to play around his lips.

"Hey. Soggy boy. What you doing in my dream?"

His eyes snapped open and he looked around wildly. "What the hell?" He muttered, confused. Stood at the entrance to the gazebo was a girl, her arms folded across her chest as she surveyed him. There was no way she could have snuck up. He would have heard her footsteps on the crappy old jetty. "Where did you come from?" He frowned, looking around with bemusement. "What do you mean where did I come from? It's my dream. Where did you come from?" She retorted. He looked back towards the street where everything was still exactly the same. No people. No sound. "I was over there." He muttered, pointing. "Wait...dream?" He questioned, completely confused. She nodded. "Yeah. This is my dream spot. I've been here loads of times. Want to tell me why you're crashing my dream? And why you're dripping on my cushions?" She said, arms still folded expectantly. "It's raining." He said stupidly. "I got caught in it. Wait...why aren't you wet?" He asked, suddenly noticing that she was stood among the falling rain but was bone dry. "It's my dream." She repeated slower, as though he was kind of dumb. "I decide what happens. I didn't decide on you though. Why are you here?" She asked, a frown creeping between her brow. He shrugged, still looking around curiously. "Dunno. Are you sure it's your dream? I think it might be mine." He reasoned. That would make sense. Not knowing where he was, the bare feet, the body temperature rain, the entire lack of life signs. "It's definitely mine." He muttered, more to himself than to her. "Yeah, cause I went to bed after practise and woke up here...except I didn't wake up. I must still be asleep. Huh! That's pretty cool." He said, a slow grin spreading across his face at the idea of being aware of his own dream. "Excuse me. Soggy boy. If it's your dream then why am I in it and why are you having it in my dream space?" She asked. He shrugged again, finally looking at her. She had long dark hair that was poker straight and impossibly shiny, it fell around a cute face, huge, sparkly eyes, button nose, pouty lips. Good cheekbones. She was short but curvy. Her expression displaying her curiosity. Definitely his dream. She looked like a strange Mish mash of all the things he liked in a girl. She was cute. Very cute. "Does it matter if it's your dream or my dream? Either way, it isn't real. Whoever is dreaming will wake up at some point and it'll end anyway. Why waste it trying to figure out whose head were in?" He reasoned. She nodded slowly, thoughtfully. "Yeah I guess. I'm just...not used to anyone being here." She shrugged. "Well I'm not here technically." He mused. "Neither are you." She hummed, studying him curiously. She'd dropped her folded arms and had taken a seat on the bench opposite his. She was staring at him intently. "You got a name or should I just keep calling you soggy boy?" She asked. "Jungkook" he smiled. "Huh?" She said, eyebrow raised. "Jungkook" he repeated. "Why the face?" She shook her head, still looking a little bemused. "That's not an English name." She muttered. He chuckled, now also looking bemused. "Why would it be? I'm not English." He replied. "But you've lived here a while? Your accent." She muttered. "Lived where? What accent?" He frowned. "In England." She stated. He chuckled again. "What are you talking about? I don't live in England. I've never lived in England. I barely know how to speak English although I've been learning for years. English is hard." He mused. "But you're speaking English now." She exclaimed. He frowned, laughing. "No. I'm speaking Korean." He said slowly. She looked like her head was about to explode. "No. You're definitely speaking English. I understand you. How would I understand you if you were speaking Korean?" She said, puzzled. "YOU'RE speaking Korean." He frowned. "EH? I'm speaking English. I wouldn't be able to speak Korean if my life depended on it, let alone carry out a whole ass conversation with some soaked stranger in my dream gazebo." She said defensively. He couldn't help but laugh. As far as dreams went, this was by far one of his most

interesting. "Ok. So you're speaking English. I'm speaking Korean...yet we understand each other. Cool." He smiled. She continued to look confused. "Ok so....Jungkook right?" She asked. He nodded. "Are you from Korea?" Again he nodded. "And to you it sounds like I'm speaking Korean?" Another nod. "Hmmphhh. I've had some pretty weird dreams before but this one takes the cake."

It felt like hours passed as they talked. He found out her name, that she was 2 years older than him and English. She worked in a hospital during the night and slept during the day. He told her about himself, the band, his band mates, he touched on what his life was like but didn't go into it much. It was nice to just talk to someone, even if he had to dream them up to do it. Without him even realising, the darkness surrounding them had begun to melt away, the sky lightening into colourful purples and eventually soft pinks as the sun came up. He didn't notice when the rain stopped or the silence gradually giving way to the sound of chirping birds. He was too engrossed in conversation to pay attention to his surroundings. He'd liked the sense of solitude when he first got here but quickly preferred having someone to talk to. She was attentive and interested, listening and asking questions, laughing when he made a joke. He felt...normal, which was nice. He was almost disappointed when she pointed out that time was almost up. He looked around, surprised. "When did daytime happen?" He frowned. She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Somewhere between your pressures as an idol and my frustrations at work." She shrugged. He gazed at the water, now noticing the lush green trees that surrounded the embankment, the colour of the sky, the sparkly surface of the water. "Wow. This place is beautiful." He muttered, eyes skimming his surroundings in awe. She smiled, nodding slowly. "It's my favourite place." She said softly. "Where is it? Is it real?" He questioned. Nothing about it was familiar to him. "I don't know. I've never actually been. I just...dreamed it once and liked it so I kept coming back. A lot of my dreams happen here." She sighed. He nodded thoughtfully. "I hope I come back." He whispered. "Yeah, you didn't get to try any of the cool dream stuff." She chuckled. He raised an eyebrow, pulling his eyes from the beautiful scenery to look at her. "What cool dream stuff?" She rolled her eyes again, making him feel like a rookie. "Y'know. The stuff you can't do when you're awake. Flying, floating, changing stuff, making yourself different. It's your head. Your dream. You control it. Once you realise you're dreaming, the laws of the universe become more flexible. Dreams don't care about gravity or continuity. Your head. Your rules." She explained. He looked at her wide eyed. "Really?" He muttered. She laughed, her laugh was musical and made him feel warm. "Mmm hmm. The trick is to realise you're dreaming quickly, gives you more time to play." Her smile was childlike, eyes twinkling with excitement. It was infectious, provoking his own giddy smile. "Is there time now? Quickly?" He asked. She hummed, looking at the sky. "Don't think so. Look." She pointed upward, his eyes followed. The sky seemed to be fading. He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus but everything was blurring. "No. I'm not ready yet." He frowned. He gripped the cushion in his fists, trying to hold on. "I want to stay." He heard her light, musical laughter but it sounded further away. "I hope you're here next time. See you, soggy boy."

Jungkook awoke, blinking rapidly as he looked around. He was in his bedroom. He sat up, frowning, his stomach still churning. He rubbed his eyes with a sigh. Of course he was in his bedroom. Where else would he be. Still, that was some dream. He looked at the familiar surroundings feeling almost a pang of sadness. "That was a good dream." He whispered to himself, feeling almost silly that a small part of him was already hoping to go back.

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I have a quote prompt it is “if the world ended tonight I would be glad your by my side” .

As Remus sat on the astronomy tower, the pleasant summer evening slowly turning into night, he wondered how long he could get away with sitting there before anybody found him or noted him missing.

It had been the full moon the previous night. His last one at Hogwarts. In four days the train would pull into kings cross station like it did at the end of every year. Except, this time, Remus wouldn’t be catching it again the following September.

He stayed sat against the wall, hugging his knees as the final dregs of daylight faded away and were replaced by darkness. The moon was clearly visible and reflected its pearly image into the black lake. Remus smiled slightly. How strange it was that something so beautiful could do such terrible things.

“There you are.”

Remus snapped out of his daydream and turned his head. Sirius was standing there in what appeared to be his pyjama t-shirt and school trousers, as though he had been half way through getting ready for bed and then changed his mind.

Sirius smiled and sat down next to him. “What’re you doing up here?”

“Thinking.”

“About?”

“About how I was quite enjoying the peace and quiet before you showed up.”

Sirius laughed and gently nudged their shoulders together. “Very funny. Feeling sentimental yet?”

Remus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “A little. I don’t think I’m ready for the real world yet.” It was so truthful that it scared him a little bit. “I think Hogwarts has given me a very deluded view of how easy it’ll be for people like me.”

“People like you?” Sirius questioned. “What? Smart? Top of the class? Passionate? Give me a hint.”

Remus sighed and looked at Sirius’ profile, his skin slightly illuminated by the moonlight. “None of that will matter to anybody as soon as they find out I’m a werewolf.”

“Do you know what I think, Moony?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.”

Sirius smirked slightly. “I think you spend so much time belittling yourself that you fail to see that not everybody in the world will judge you for that. Case and point, moi.” He clutched a hand to his chest for emphasis.

“Potential employers will. I just... I wanted to have it all figured out by now, I wanted a plan.”

“If you could do anything, imagining there wasn’t a war on, what would you do?”

“Imagining I wasn’t a werewolf, too?”

“Remus,” Sirius said, sadly.

“No, don’t pretend it isn’t an issue. If I could do anything... I’d teach. Here. And that’s never going to happen because nobody will want me anywhere near their children so... yeah. I’ll join Dumbledore’s order and I’ll fight in a war and if it’s ever over, then I’ll be left with nothing.”

“For the record, you would be an excellent teacher. And don’t say that. When the war is over, you won’t have nothing. You’ll have me for a start.

Remus sighed. “Living with me can’t be your life plan, surly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well... James is moving in with Lily, isn’t he? One day you’ll find your Lily too.”

“You say that like you won’t.”

“Sirius,” Remus said, his voice laced with the faintest traces of frustration. “Dating means telling them what I am. I can’t conceal it from someone, that isn’t fair.”

“Merlin, Moony, how many times? You are more than that stupid affliction. You’re smart and you’re funny and you’re caring and you... fuck, Remus, you’re one of the best people I know. Not everyone will care about the werewolf thing, I don’t, do I?”

Remus hugged his knees a little closer and rested his chin on them. “You’re sure you want to live with me?”

Sirius turned his head, studying Remus before looking back up at the stars and huffing. “Did you listen to a single thing I just said? I want you by my side, Remus.”

Remus nodded slowly, glancing at Sirius. “Sorry for being all... pessimistic. It just— leaving Hogwarts, fighting in a war. It just feels like the end of the world, you know?”

Sirius shrugged. “The world is always ending. And if it did, if the world ended tonight, I’d be glad you’re by my side. Got it? You’re not this... unemployable unloveable person, Remus. You’re you. So just... don’t forget that.”

Remus didn’t quite understand what Sirius had meant but he smiled and pointed up at the night sky. “That’s you,” he said.

Sirius looked to where his finger was pointing. “How’re you always so good at finding that star, huh?”

“The only reason I took OWL level astronomy was so I could perfect that talent. There was a question about Sirius in my astronomy paper, did I tell you?”

“No?”

Remus chuckled slightly. “Sirius is the brightest star in what, was the question. I put quidditch for a laugh.”

Sirius rotated himself so he was sat facing Remus’ profile, Remus turned to face him too. “You didn’t.”

“Hand on heart,” Remus said, placing his hand on the left of his chest for emphasis, “it was one of two marks i dropped on that whole paper. Professor Merak confronted me about it, said it was funny but exams were no laughing matter. Got an O anyway.”

“I guess now would be a good time to tell you about my defence against the dark arts NEWT exam...”

“Oh no, what?”

“You know the question about how werewolf attributes were different to normal wolves?”

“I don’t like where this is going.”

“I put that they were cuter.”

Remus shoved his shoulder. “I would lecture you about that but given what I just told you... I probably shouldn’t. Also, cute?”

Sirius bit his lip slightly and broke eye contact. “Yeah... well. You’re quite cute.”

“Cute like adorable or cute like good looking?” he teased, regretting the question the moment it was out of his mouth.

Sirius shrugged. “Why not both?”

“Sirius...”

Sirius clearly thought for a moment before announcing “Fuck it.” He turned his head to look at Remus slightly.

“Look, we’re leaving Hogwarts this weekend and you’re right, the real world is going to be terrible. There’s a war and I’m trying to stay positive about it but it’s really hard. Do you want to know why I asked if you wanted to get a flat with me?”

“Because I have no money?”

“No,” Sirius laughed. “Because I meant what I said earlier. You’re right, it’ll feel like the world as we know it is ending but the one thing I think could make it bearable is having you by my side so... do with that what you will. I just thought you should know before we left.”

“Know what?”

“That—” Sirius stopped and laughed nervously. “Haven’t said it out loud before,” he muttered. “That i’m in love with you, Moony. I have been for a while. Even if you don’t feel the same, there’s your proof, I guess, that there are people in this world capable of loving you and if you don’t want me to be that person for you then—”

Remus had to stop him talking and so he took his face in his hands and kissed him, hard. Sirius did nothing for a moment before tugging at the front of Remus’ robes and trying to pull him closer. When they broke away for air, Sirius had a grin plastered on his face.

“Sorry for dropping the L word on you like that,” Sirius mumbled.

“I love you, too.”

Sirius looked at him with another smile, this one brighter than the star named after him or the moon or even the sun. “You do?”

“Yes. For a long time.”

“Shit. I should’ve said sooner...”

Remus smiled and rested his head on Sirius’ shoulder, Sirius quickly wrapping an arm around him. “Oh, Padfoot?”

“Yeah?”

“If the world ended tonight I’d want you by my side, too.”