#(sprays them both with water) stop kissing so hard there are MINORS here >:[[[

[theres-a-tvjoe]

palm to palm in holy palmers kiss (jmk x drw)

(explicit! a one shot soft and sexy post show bj mess inspired by the PALM KISS and a convo with @gretavanfreaky) MINORS DNI

Danny has only the vaguest idea how he got here, if he’s being honest. Here being under the spray of a hot shower in their hotel, skin warm and wet, lips sliding with a gasp over Josh’s.

“Fuck,” Danny whispers against his lips, pulling the smaller man closer. “How is your skin so soft?”

Josh laughs, his smile breaking the kiss. His lashes are long and dark as he looks up at Danny.

“The diva routine works for a reason,” he winks.

In the haze of finishing the American leg of their tour, in the cataclysmic shift that occurred in the moment between Danny’s lips touching Josh’s palm and the start of the next song, they’ve somehow wound up here. They had followed each other eagerly, laughing and sharing rushed kisses. They’d chased each other through the hallways, each touch more electric than the last. It’s new, but it feels like it’s been a long time coming.

It’s already addictive and Danny has no plans to give it up.

“I need to touch you,” Danny murmurs, ducking to kiss along Josh’s jaw to his throat. “I want - please.”

“Be my guest, sweetheart,” Josh chuckles. “You’ll have to let me go long enough to dry off.”

Danny grumbles but concedes, turning off the shower. He towels off in record time, moving quick enough that it makes Josh laugh. It’s as bright and loud as always, and Danny thinks he’d do just about anything for that sound

In what feels like both hours and just a blink, the bed is rumpled with two heads of damp curls, the lights low and only the sound of breathless kisses to fill the room.

“How far do you want this to go?” Danny asks, holding himself above Josh. He’s left far too many purpling bites along Josh’s throat, but he can’t bring himself to feel guilty. He wants them to last, wants his mark to stay. They’re both hard and naked, flushed with desire, and Danny can’t help but rock down just a little against Josh.

“As far as you want to take it,” Josh groans, rocking up in return, cheeks rosy and eyes bright. “Pretty sure there’s nothing you’d suggest I’d say no to.”

Danny nearly whines, leaning down to kiss Josh again before pulling back.

“I uh,” he starts, sitting back on his knees. “I really want to blow you. If that’s okay. I’ve never done it before.”

Josh’s cock twitches in obvious interest where it’s resting against his belly, and he bites his lip.

“Jesus, Daniel” he rasps. “You’re going to kill me here. You don’t have to, sweetheart. Really.”

Danny shakes his head, already skooching himself down the bed to lay between Josh’s thighs on his belly.

“No I really want to,” he says, swallowing. Unsurprisingly, Josh’s cock is as beautiful as the rest of him and the sight of him is enough to make Danny’s mouth water. “I’m just worried I’m going to be bad at it.”

Josh barks a laugh, a sweet sound. He brings his hand down to Danny’s cheek, cupping it gently.

“Danny,” he says gently, pushing up onto his elbows to look down at him. “You’ve never been bad at anything in your life. I doubt you're about to start now. Besides, just looking at you like this is almost enough to do me in. As long as you’re not planning on biting me, we’ll be just fine.”

Danny huffs a laugh, pinching Josh’s thigh lightly in retaliation for the teasing. He lets out a breath, running his hands up the soft skin of Josh’s thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Danny murmurs, kissing the inside of Josh’s knee, nipping at the skin of his inner thigh.

“You’re one to talk,” Josh pants, laying back fully on the bed. He grabs a pillow to stuff under his head so he can still look at Danny. “I nearly called off the rest of the show when you kissed my hand. You’re a menace.”

Danny grins, looking up at Josh as he kisses the crease of his hip.

“Let’s just say I’m glad my chance has finally arrived,” he murmurs. He presses a soft kiss to the head of Josh’s cock, unable to stop the soft sound he makes. He’s wanted this for so long, and has thought about it so much.

But his imagination couldn’t have prepared him for reality.

Josh groans when Danny finally takes him into his mouth, hand automatically coming up to tangle in Danny’s curls.

Danny tests the waters a little, swirling his tongue around the head, hollowing his cheeks for a moment. The weight and soft heat of Josh’s cock is immediately addicting, and he can’t help the small noise of contentment that leaves him.

“That’s it, angel,” Josh murmurs, eyes blown as he looks down at Danny. “You’re perfect, just like that.”

Danny shivers at the praise, cock leaking where it’s trapped between his belly and the soft sheets. He takes Josh a little deeper, groaning at the taste of him.

He feels like he’s on fire, heart pounding and stomach tightening like he’s the one being blown. He’s always loved oral, has always enjoyed pleasuring his partners, but this is different. It’s overwhelming, the satisfaction he’s getting from pulling pleasured sounds from Josh’s lips.

He tries to take a bit more of Josh into his mouth and gags, pulling off for a moment.

“Sorry,” he croaks, and his own cock twitches at the hoarseness of his voice. He hopes it’ll last a few days.

“Don’t apologise,” Josh shakes his head, rubbing his thumb across Danny’s cheek. “You’re doing so well, so good for me, Danny.”

Danny can’t help the moan that leaves his lips at that. He gets back to it, letting himself pour his enthusiasm and desire into the movements. It’s wet and messy and by the sounds of it, his excitement is making up for his lack of experience.

“Fuck, honey -“ Josh gasps. His hand tightens in Danny’s hair. “Danny, I’m close, you can - you don’t have to -“

Danny groans, the heat in his own belly building at a blinding speed. He doesn’t pull away, can’t imagine stopping now.

“Ah - Danny I’m gonna come -“ Josh cries, hand tightening sharply in Danny’s curls. He tugs hard at Danny’s hair as his hips buck up and then two things happen at once:

One, Josh comes with a cry, spilling into Danny’s mouth.

Two, Danny’s own orgasm hits him like a lightning bolt, shaking up his spine as he comes untouched against the bed. He chokes a moan around Josh’s cock, hands spasming a tight grip on the smaller man’s thighs. It’s powerful enough to make his eyes water, pleasure spreading like holy fire through his entire body.

He tries to swallow as much of Josh’s load as he can, but he ends up pulling back, coughing as a decent amount spills back onto Josh’s belly.

He looks up at Josh, panting. Josh is looking at him, eyes wide and lips parted.

“Um,” Danny croaks, cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Josh blinks. “Did you -“

Danny wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Uh, yeah,” he swallows, heat stirring in his belly still at the taste of Josh in his mouth. “I - yeah. Sorry.”

Josh blinks again before sitting up, tugging Danny up into a messy kiss, hands in his hair.

“Sorry?” He repeats against Danny’s lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. You came just from that?”

Danny collapses over Josh, letting the smaller man move him.

“It - I really liked it,” Danny half shrugs, relieved that he didn’t embarrass himself. “It surprised me, believe me. It was happening before I could even prepare.”

Josh groans, rolling Danny onto his back and resting on his chest. He leans up to kiss him again, the two of them unconcerned with the mess between them.

Danny guns into the kiss, holding Josh close. The intimacy of the afterglow is nearly as good as the orgasms that brought it on.

“You’re trouble,” Josh says, pulling back and looking at Danny with a smile. “And I’m not letting you out of this bed tonight. Maybe ever.”

Danny grins, bringing Josh’s hand up to his mouth. He kisses his palm, right where he had earlier in the night.

“Sounds good to me,” he smiles.

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love is stored in the tender blurrbee art

[gleamglowsgraveyard]

Ask for a sirius request and you shall receive. I've been thinking about this idea for a while (and your writing is perfect for it ily) but how about a ravenclaw reader who is friends with james or remus and they introduce them? The one in my head was remus going to her dorm for a sleepover and bringing sirius and just being like "isn't she neat :)" and sirius immediately falling in love 🥺 no pressure if you dont vibe with it 🥰 ily bunches

i went to ravenclaw tower and all i got was this lousy stained shirt

pairing: sirius/reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: james and remus play matchmaker for you and sirius

content: ravenclaw!reader, fluff, it gets awkward (some of this was hard to write... 😭😭), dialogue heavy, you and sirius are very back-and-forth-y and witty (you’ll see what i mean), i know the title is long but i thought it was funny and i can do what i want

this was such a fun request!! i hope you don’t mind i took some liberties because i just immediately imagined remus and james secretly trying to match the two of you up for a while!! also i turned the sleepover into a party at ravenclaw tower!! (also also i came up with some cute ravenclaw girl ocs just for this, they were supposed to be minor but ended up having their own sideplots because i get carried away with everything. but they were fun to write! i gave them backstories and everything so if anyone wants to know more about them just ask :)

warning: mentions of alcohol!!

“You should meet Sirius.”

“Black?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do you know another Sirius?”

You stick your tongue out at him and Remus smiles.

“What is it with Sirius, huh?” you tell him, adding a few drops of rain water into the potion before handing Remus the spoon to stir. He takes it and immediately gets to work.

“You and James,” you continue, idly counting Remus’s counterclockwise stirs in your head. “Not a day goes by where you don’t tell me I have to meet Sirius.”

In truth, you’d seen Sirius a few times. And he’d seen you, but neither one of you had actually spoken more than a few words to the other. Especially not since sixth year. Sirius had dropped Potions and Astronomy as quick as he could - the only two classes you’d had left with him. And seeing as you were in different Houses, bumping into each other in the common room was off the table as well.

But you had Potions with Remus and Astronomy with James, and whenever they could, they would always mention how you just had to meet Sirius. You sometimes wondered if Sirius was always being told he had to meet you.

“I just think you’d get along,” Remus shrugs, halting his stirring before you can even tell him to do so.

You both work in tandem for a bit after that, dropping ingredients into your potion and stirring when needed. You liked partnering up with Remus for this exact reason. You’d both fall into a comfortable silence and develop a good rhythm - you just flowed well together.

Once the potion is nearly finished, Remus speaks up.

“What about tonight? Isn’t there a party at Ravenclaw?”

“Robin says not to call it a party.”

“Well, that’s what it is.”

“Yeah, but we can’t call it that. At least not out loud,” you insist, not wanting your dorm mate’s wrath to come back later and haunt you. “It’s a quiet get-together,” you correct him.

Remus scoffs, knowing damn well that Ravenclaw parties are anything but. “That, then. You can meet him there.”

You raise an eyebrow in complete disbelief. “You’re gonna get Sirius Black to come to a Ravenclaw party?”

“What happened to quiet get-together?”

Damn it.

You quickly spare a glance at Robin, but she’s all the way across the room, scolding her partner for something he did to their potion.

“Good luck with that,” you continue, pretending to ignore his quip.

“We’ll convince him!” Remus assures you, as if it’s the least of his worries.

“Okayyy...” you sing, entirely unconvinced.

You’ve never seen Sirius Black at a non-Gryffindor party. He has way too much House pride to ever be caught partying in another common room. You’re almost positive you’ve seen him root for Gryffindor at Quidditch matches even when the team isn’t playing.

“Okay? So you’ll meet him?” Remus presses.

You laugh. “Okay! I guess!” you tell him, resigned. “But you and James have been hyping him up for a while, so don’t be surprised if he doesn’t live up to my expectations and I end up hating him.” You shrug a shoulder as you turn down the fire under the cauldron.

Remus just grins. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

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Despite your nonchalant attitude with Remus earlier today, you actually find yourself feeling a bit nervous.

“Hey, do you guys know Sirius?” you ask over your shoulder as you straighten your outfit in the mirror. “Black?” you add quickly.

“Did you just ask us if we know Sirius Black?” A shrill voice cuts through the air and you know immediately that it’s Robin.

You groan, “I know, I know, everyone knows-”

“Everyone knows him,” Robin talks over you, and then sprays a copious amount of hairspray into her already voluminous blonde locks.

You move out of her way so she can use the mirror and she gratefully takes the opportunity, stepping in front of you to fluff up her roots.

“Yeah, how do you not know him?” Bea calls from the bathroom, where April is helping her into her dress.

“I mean, I know him,” you say, flopping down on your bed. “But I don’t actually know him. You know?”

“He was April’s first kiss!” Bea taunts. She makes several kissy noises and then you hear her say ‘ow!’

“You’ve got to stop bringing that up,” you hear April scold, “It was second year!”

Bea giggles and then skips out of the bathroom, April trailing closely behind.

Bea has on a stunning yellow sundress with long, belled sleeves - going all out, as usual. The color compliments her dark skin beautifully, but you know she’s really only wearing it to lure in that Hufflepuff boy she’s had her eye on.

April has still yet to get dressed, always waiting until the very last minute, but her straight black hair has been flawlessly curled - presumably Robin’s work.

“So what is it? Why do you wanna know about Black?” April asks politely, leaning against your bedpost as Bea sits on her trunk to slip on her shoes.

“James and Remus... They’re gonna get him to come here.”

Bea nearly drops her shoe, and Robin spins around to face you.

“Here?” The two say at the same time.

“Is he really?” April asks mildly, voice much gentler than the other two.

You shrug and nod your head at the same time, giving them an uncertain look. “I think so? Maybe? If they can convince him.”

There’s a beat of silence and then the hissing sound of Robin’s can of hairspray fills the air once more as she frantically tries to get her hair to cooperate. At the very same time, Bea starts to rummage around her wardrobe, muttering to herself about how ‘I think I have a red dress in here somewhere...’

It’s clear they’re both doubling their efforts, hoping to catch Sirius’s eye.

You laugh a bit and then turn to look at April, whose eyes are stuck on Robin’s reflection. She has a solemn expression on her face, but quickly snaps out of her trance when she notices you watching her.

“So,” she starts, putting on a small smile, “You’ve really never met Sirius Black?” she asks, sitting down beside you and crossing her legs beneath her.

“No, but I hear you have,” you tease, and she rolls her eyes.

“Yes, the first and only boy I’ve ever kissed.” She rolls her eyes.

You hear Robin fumble with her can of hairspray but think nothing of it.

April continues, “Anyway, that was second year,” she waves it off. “I do have muggle studies with him.”

“What’s he like?” you find yourself asking.

April shrugs a shoulder. “He’s nice, I suppose. Funny. Asks the professor a lot of questions about motorbikes.”

You tilt your head. “Motorbikes? Why?”

“Who knows. I think you two would get along, though.”

“Why’s that?”

April observes you for a few beats and then laughs a bit. You expect her to say something more but she just gives you a slight nudge with her elbow and then walks off, most likely to go get dressed.

Well that was pointless. You didn’t really learn anything useful. But then again, you’re not sure what you expected out of a conversation with April, who tends to keep her talking to a minimum (She claims it makes her more mysterious) (And she’s right, too).

Oh well. Perhaps you could find a way to strike up a casual conversation about motorbikes with Sirius.

Yeah, right.

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It’s a few hours into the party when the door opens up, letting in James and Remus. Trailing behind them, looking unnecessarily wary, is Sirius Black. He traipses around as if at any moment something in the common room is going to jump out and bite him, and you struggle to stifle a laugh.

You quickly wander off before any of them can spot you, fleeing towards where the drinks are. You figure that when they find you, you may as well be doing something instead of just lamely standing around. So you pick up the ladle and start to refill your cup.

April had transfigured her cauldron into one made of glass, and Robin had used it to concoct her famous sickly sweet, lavender colored drink that she’d aptly named ‘Robin’s Brew’. It was made up of a mixture of muggle and wizard liquors, as well as a myriad of different fruit juices. The taste itself was actually semi disgusting, but you get used to it after the initial few sips.

You ladle some more of the drink into your cup and then spin on your heel, ready to resume the search for your friends.

That is, until you crash face first against a broad chest, effectively spilling ‘Robin’s Brew’ all over whoever you just bumped into.

“Oh my gosh!” you blurt out, setting the now empty cup down. “I am so sorry, I-” Your words catch in your throat when you finally look up to see the person’s face.

So much for a good first impression.

Sirius waves you off, looking down at his now purple stained white shirt. “Don’t worry ab-” he stops in the middle of the word as he raises his gaze to look at you.

His lips are still slightly parted as if his voice had simply escaped him mid-sentence, and his expression is stunned and mesmerized all at once.

“I, um...” he tries again, but it’s as if he’s been put in some kind of trance just by looking at you.

“Oh, great! You’ve met!” A cheery voice cuts through the tension, and you both turn your head to find James beaming at the two of you.

Trailing behind James is Remus, who takes in the state of the two of you and grimaces.

“Met?” Sirius voices as he looks at James, sounding a bit dazed.

“Yeah, remember? Y/N!” James reminds him. “She’s great, right?” he grins, and you cringe.

“Oh, this is...?” Sirius slowly turns his head to look at you again. “Hey...” he says faux-smoothly, as if attempting to salvage your very first meeting.

“Hey...” you say back a bit awkwardly. “Um... Look, there’s towels in my dorm, we can all go?” you suggest, looking to the others for approval.

“Why don’t you two go?” Remus proposes instead, and you shoot him an alarmed look.

“Yeah!” James nearly shouts, looking at Remus as if he’s a genius. “Yeah, you’ll find us later!” he’s quick to agree, and they both start to walk away.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, I don’t know if-” you start, not sure if comfortable enough to be alone with a man you just met after spilling your drink on him.

But Remus and James don’t wanna hear it.

“Alright! See you later!” James throws a finger gun at you as he walks backwards and then spins on his heel.

“But I-”

“Bye!” Remus calls, and then they both disappear into a small crowd of people.

You turn to face Sirius, whose shirt is still dripping and who’s watching you with rapt intrigue. He turns away the moment your eyes meet, clearing his throat awkwardly.

Soon enough you’re leading Sirius down the corridor that leads to your dormitory, trying desperately to remember whether or not you’d tidied up your area of the room.

The door swings open just as you arrive at it, and from out of it come April and Robin who seem to be having a serious looking discussion. They quickly stop talking as soon as they spot the two of you, and April is quick to storm off, leaving Robin behind.

“Oh, you’ll want to get rid of that,” Robin says with a wince, gesturing at Sirius’s shirt. “The stain actually gets darker the more you try to get it off... So...”

You give a heavy sigh. “Yeah, thanks Robin.”

She shrugs apologetically with both hands in the air and then starts to walk off. “Robin’s Brew! Patent pending!” she calls over her shoulder as she scurries off to catch up with April.

“What’s up with them?” Sirius mutters under his breath as you lead him inside.

“Well, aren’t you nosy?” you’re quick to reply.

You say it as a joke, but immediately wish you could take it back. What were you thinking?! You didn’t know Sirius enough to joke around with him like that! You didn’t know him at all! Hell, you’d just spilled your drink all over him, for all you know the guy hates you!

You spin around, ready to apologize, but then Sirius is laughing, and you nearly let out a massive sigh of relief.

“Uh-” your apology catches in your throat for a moment but you quickly recover. “Sorry, I-”

“No, it’s okay.” He shakes his head. “You’re right, nosy is my middle name,” he tells you with a shrug and a lopsided grin.

You find yourself smiling back. “Sirius Nosy Black, huh?”

He hums. “Rolls right off the tongue, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, definitely.”

It’s silent for a moment as you both look at each other. Your thoughts leave you a bit as you get distracted by that strange way that he’s looking at you, but then you remember with a jolt that Sirius Black is in your dorm, shirt stained lavender and dripping ‘Robin’s Brew’ onto the floor.

“Um!” You scramble towards the bathroom and yank a random towel off the rack. “Here,” You toss it and Sirius catches it with one hand.

“You can, um...” You trail off but then realize you’re still standing in the doorway, effectively blocking his entrance. “Oh!” You quickly move out of the way, leaving a clear path for Sirius.

“Thanks,” he says with a slight laugh before disappearing into the bathroom.

Once the door closes you’re left alone, idly shuffling around, not really knowing what to do now.

This was horrible. All of this was horrible. You’re alone in your dorm with a man you’ve just met - sure he’s friends with Remus and James, but that doesn’t mean it’s not awkward!

You have to focus. You have to avoid any more tense silences. What would you say when he got out of the bathroom?

You suppose he did laugh at your quip earlier - he’d even added a little joke of his own. You’d gone back and forth a bit. It was easy to converse once you’d gotten started. But getting started was exactly the issue... You needed a good topic. Why can’t you think of a good topic?!

The door to the bathroom opens up and out walks Sirius, leather jacket now slung over his forearm and white shirt drier, but still equally stained.

You panic.

“Hey, do you like motorbikes?” You blurt out, and then have to resist the urge to hurl yourself out the window.

Sirius’s eyes widen and he opens and closes his mouth a few times, looking like a stunned fish, before saying “Motorbikes?”

You purse your lips. “Yeah, I was...” You shrug, trying to play off your very strange, very targeted question as just casual conversation. “I was just wondering... I dunno...” you say, leaning against one of your bedposts.

Sirius breaks out into a smile. “I have a motorbike.”

“Really! No way!” you exclaim, pretending to be shocked. Although you didn’t really know Sirius owned a motorbike, it wasn’t all that surprising considering what April had told you just a few hours ago.

Sirius’s eyes narrow slightly, looking at you as if he’s trying very hard to figure you out. “Yeah... I’m fixing it up right now...” he tells you, still grinning.

“Oh? Is it broken?”

He tilts his head back and forth a few times and then says “Not exactly.”

You cross your arms. “Then why are you fixing it up?” you challenge.

Sirius just rolls his eyes. “Well I’d argue that anything that can’t fly can definitely be improved.”

That startles a laugh out of you. “You’re gonna get your motorbike to fly?”

“Laugh it up now!” Sirius nods as you bring a hand to your lips, stifling your giggles. “No one’ll be laughing once I finish my flying motorbike!”

“Oh, I’d love to see it in action.”

“Sure, I’ll take you on a ride once it’s done,” he tells you, voice genuine.

That shuts you up. All of a sudden you find that you have no witty response. Apparently out of all the things that could have rendered you silent, the prospect of going on a ride on Sirius Black’s flying motorbike seems to have done the trick.

Sirius notices.

“I mean- If you want.” he quickly says, raising a hand. “I mean- Sorry. I know we just met, and I made you spill your drink, and I think I stained your towel with whatever that drink was - sorry about that too - but I-”

“Hey,” you cut him off, giving him a pointed but lighthearted look.

He gazes back expectantly.

“I’d love to,” you assure him, and he grins.

You don’t even remember what you were so nervous about. This was easy. Talking to Sirius was so easy once you got into a rhythm.

So you did.

You talked for a while, and when you got tired of standing you laid down on your bed, face down, head resting in your hands and legs kicking behind you as Sirius sat cross legged on your trunk in front of you. You talked about possible spells and modifications for Sirius’s motorbike, you bonded about all the times James and Remus had tried to get the two of you together, you even just talked about whatever nonsense came to your heads.

You were still talking (now both sitting on your bed) when the door creaked open, letting in April and Robin. April was asleep and Robin was carrying her bridal style. You notice they’re both barefoot, but Robin only has April’s shoes in hand - hers were probably somewhere in the common room.

“Oh, hey,” you say in a hushed tone, not wanting to wake April.

“Hey,” Robin responds, though she’s not quite as cautious with her volume as you.

Earlier today you’d have thought Robin would’ve freaked out the moment she saw Sirius, but if she cares about him being in the dorm, she doesn’t show it.

“She fell asleep on the couch. Thought I should leave her here,” the blonde explains as she pads over to April’s bed. She drops the shoes on the ground and then pauses to look at you. “Do you mind?” she questions, nodding her head towards the bed.

You quickly get up, striding over to April’s bed and pulling back the blankets.

“Thanks,” Robin murmurs as she gently sets the raven haired girl down.

You pull the covers up again and April stirs a bit but doesn’t wake up.

Robin finally acknowledges Sirius. “Hi,” she waves with a smile. Sirius smiles back. “Sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, it’s fine. We were just talking,” you assure her, and she nods a bit before turning her attention back to April, gazing down at her with a slight furrow to her brow.

“Where’s Bea?” you voice, curious.

“Went off with her Hufflepuff, I expect.”

“Mm. Is the party over?”

“Quiet get-together.” Robin corrects you without a second thought and you laugh lightly, sitting back down on your bed beside Sirius. “And yeah. I’m gonna go try to clean up a bit,” she says, sounding like the prefect she is.

You watch as Robin hesitates over April for a bit, smoothing the blankets over, brushing stray hairs from the sleeping girl’s face. It’s as if she wants to take care of her but isn’t sure how. In the end, she gives you a smile, bids a polite ‘goodbye’ to Sirius, and then exits quietly.

“We never went and found James and Remus,” you turn to look at Sirius once the door closes and he grins.

“I don’t think they ever expected us to.”

“You’re probably right.”

April stirs again and you get up to close the curtains of her four-poster.

“I should go help Robin,” you tell Sirius, and he takes the cue quickly standing up.

“Right. Sorry I kept you up.“

“No, it was fun. Sorry I spilled my drink on you.”

“No, it was fun,” Sirius echoes, and you give him a slight shove.

The two of you walk across the room and out of the door in comfortable silence, and once you’re in the corridor you speak up.

“So, hypothetically,” you start.

“Uh-huh,” Sirius assents immediately.

“If you wanted to... I don’t know... Have breakfast with me tomorrow...”

“Oh?”

“How would you go about that?”

“Hypothetically?” Sirius raises an eyebrow, as if double checking.

“Of course,” you nod.

“Well in this completely made up scenario,” he starts, “I’d probably meet you here at seven and walk you down to the Great Hall.”

You fight a smile. “Well, great.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Hypothetically I’d definitely be ready by then.”

“Perfect.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

You’ve reached the door that leads out of the common room by now, and you open it up, leaning against the frame. The rest of the castle is dark as it’s well past midnight, and you can hear the quiet sounds of nearby portraits snoring. You’d be worried about him getting caught, but with all the pranks the Marauders have pulled throughout the years, you know for a fact that Sirius Black had plenty of experience sneaking about the castle after curfew.

You watch as he lights his wand with a quick ‘Lumos’ and starts to walk off, but then he hesitates.

“What?” you voice as he turns around, walking back towards you.

He stops right in front of you, looking at you very intensely, scrutinizing every inch of your face. For a brief moment you expect him to lean in and kiss you, but then he speaks.

“I know you brought up motorbikes on purpose. That girl April takes muggle studies with me, and she-”

You quickly shut the door in his face and press your back against it, eyes wide and smiling despite yourself.

You scurry off to help Robin and a few others clean up, spirits high with the promise of having breakfast with Sirius tomorrow morning.

And who knows, maybe by tomorrow he’ll forget all about the motorbike thing. At least, you hope he does.

(He doesn’t.)

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Bonus, the next morning:

“There they are!” James exclaims as you and Sirius approach the table.

“Did he live up to your expectations?” Remus asks you pointedly as you sit down, and you poke your tongue out at him in response.

And then you shrug. “I’ve gotta say, right off the bat I wasn’t impressed.”

“You’re the one who spilled your drink all over me. My poor new shirt! Ruined!”

“Oh, boo hoo. Where will you ever find another plain, white T-shirt?”

“It had sentimental value!”

“And now it has a cute new design! So you’re welcome.”

“You want me to thank you for a stain?”

“It’s a fun souvenir from your first time in a non Gryffindor common room.”

“I should write on it. Big letters: ‘I went to Ravenclaw Tower and all I got was this lousy stained shirt.’”

“At least the stain is purple, it looked nice. Suits you.”

“Are you saying I look good in purple?”

“Sure.”

“So you’re saying I look good?”

“I- I didn’t-” you stammer, and then groan.

“Ah-ha!” Sirius points a finger at you. “Outwitted by a Gryffindor! If only Rowena Ravenclaw could see you now.”

Across the table, Remus and James watch on in dismay.

“Are you already regretting getting them together or is it just me?” James voices.

In response Remus sighs, “Oh, it’s not just you.”

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(hey ps for the sake of my sanity let’s just pretend there was no easy simple drying spell they could’ve used)

also: about robin & april

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taglist <3 // @isxfisticated @l-adysansa @tomshollandz

[april-avenue-archiving]

Mess

Minors dni

This contains: extreme levels of sexual tension, friends to lovers, oral (fem receiving), tiddy worship, squirting

You work at Origini miya and Osamu loves to make messes

You aspired to be a great chef and open your own restaurant one day. So naturally you decided to work at a restaurant to get a feel for it. You decided that working with your best friend was your safest route considering he already owned his own restaurant. You ate here all the time anyways so what's the harm. Plus you know free food.

“Hey boss!” you teased, placing all your belongings in your usual spot in the kitchen. The back of the shop was all very home-like. The counters were filled with small nick nacks. Your favorite being the volleyball salt and pepper shakers.

“Hey pumpkin, bad news. We have to work pretty late today.” he spoke over his shoulder and continued cutting away at vegetables. There were small neat piles on his cutting board of all types of veggies.

“I don’t mind but may I ask why?” you questioned as you tied your apron strings. It was canvas colored with a small cartoon origini on it. He loved hearing you ramble on about how cute it was.

“My stupid brother wants to pass by with his team which means 10 professional athletes will be eating here tomorrow. Hence all the sacks of rice on the counter,” he points to the table with rice cookers and rice bags lined up ready to be prepared. He places down the knife and walks over to you. “And who better to help me than my pretty little assistant.” He flashes you a taunting smile.

“Alright big guy, where do you want me?”

“Preferably on my bed but getting the meat from the freezer is fine too.” he blew you a comical kiss which you gladly caught and placed on your cheek with a fake lovey dovey sigh.

And so the day began. The third staff member was in charge of the front counter and attending to the guests while you and Osamu made the meals for tomorrow. He was a shy but funny highschool student looking to get some extra cash for video games. Osamu had a soft spot for him so he was often given raises. Hours flew by as the two of you made rice and all kinds of fillings to suit the players' tastes. There was endless chatter about random nonsense, some tv shows you both watch and a shit ton of middle school humor.

“Does it taste good?” you gave him a spoonful of the meat and sauce mix to try. You decided to try something new and surprise him, miixing his favorite meat in with his homemade sauce.

“That’s what she said.” he giggled at his own joke before trying it. “Hmm goof.” he hummed in satisfaction.

“Swallow before you talk, nasty.” He couldn’t handle it. He spit out the mix at your face and burst into laughter. Gripping your shoulders to stabilize himself.

“Do you think before you say these things!” He clutched his chest as his breath stabilized.

You gave him a sour look and so he shuffled over to grab his towel and clean your face off. Your eyes were closed as he worked away, wiping all the food off you. He stopped at the side of your cheek to admire your features. “Pretty” his voice was so hushed you didn’t hear him. He leaned in closer, your faces inches apart.

“Sir my shift is over and the shop is all closed up and clean so have a good day!” The poor kid knew he walked into something. He quickly waved goodbye and left as quickly as he came. Slamming the door on his way out.

“Yeah thanks kid, have a good ni- and he's gone. Alright let’s get back to work.”

“Good idea” you cleared your throat and looked away.

Things got really awkward after that. He stopped making eye contact and his terrible jokes stopped. You had to think of something to ease the tension. You still had so much to do and you couldn’t bear to have it be like this the whole time.

“Hey ‘samu can you help me over here real quick!” you shouted from the sinks at the wash station. They were in a separate room to the rest of the kitchen so that spilt water can go down the floor drains. Which you thought was genius of him.

“Yeah whatcha need.” The second he turned the corner you sprayed him with the handheld nozzle. “Oh so that’s how we’re playing.” He grabbed a nearby cup and filled it, chasing you around for a bit trying to catch you. When he finally caught up to you he wrapped an arm around you from behind and drenched the front of your shirt, laughing into your neck. You couldn;t help but laugh along. Your laugh made his chest feel all warm.

The water had soaked through the apron and your shirt, making your shirt translucent. He could see everything from his view above you. He wasn’t going to lie, he’s always had a thing for you and this didn’t make it any easier.

“Didn’t take you as the lace bra type.” His grip on you tightened slightly.

“I’m so glad I made the staff uniform white” his hands come up to grope your pretty tits. Pushing them up and releasing them. “You’re gorgeous, you know that.”

“Can’t tell if you’re talking to me or my tits and my shirt’s still soaked.” he softly chuckled.

“Both.” he whispered into the shell of your ear. “Can I make it up to you? Maybe help you clean up?” his hand slowly trailed down to rest in your inner thigh.

“M’yeah.” You hummed in approval. His hand came behind to undo your apron knot, letting it fall gently to the floor.

“Spread your legs for me baby.” his hands smoothed over your stomach before making their way into your pants. “You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this.” He rubbed small circles at your clit, eliciting satisfied hums to fall from your lips.

You’ve always thought he was hot but god did he just go from a 10 to 50 real quick. “Oh so you planned this, didn’t you pretty boy? Asking me to stay late, all the little hints.” you tried your best to make your voice not sound strained.

“Maybe a little, all with your permission of course.” His other hand made work of your shirt buttons. Taking in all you had to offer when your shirt finally came off. You were so pretty to him. All your small gimmicks and reactions to situations had him so in love.

“Ah. Such a gentleman.” a small moan escaped your lips when his fingers ghosted your entrance. You gripped his forearm and he stopped immediately, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitance.

“Are you ok?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah can we just adjust positions?” you dropped your head back onto his shoulder.

He had a moment of thought, resting his head against yours. “Do you trust me?”

“One hundred percent.”

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“God fuck! Right there!” your head knocks back into the wall and hips roll into his face. He doesn’t hold back any sounds either, grunting and obscene licking were the only things coming from him. He absolutely loved this. It was so messy. Cum and spit dribble down your thighs and onto the floor, his face was slick with your cum and he adored it. He could cum from this alone.

He’s had you against the wall with both thighs wrapped around his face for about 30 minutes now. His idea of trusting him was just another way to show off his strength. Gripping at your thighs like it’s his life line. You thrash against the wall, pawing at his hair and shoulders.

“‘Samu s’too much.” your words were barely understandable at this point. He had reduced you to a babbling mess. He hummed into you and that’s all it took. Your orgasm came crashing down hard. You didn’t even notice what you had done at first.

He looked up at you with cum dripping off his face and chin. The proud smirk on his face made you squirm in embarrassment.

“Hey pumpkin, I said I would help you clean up the mess. But I think I just made a bigger one.”

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Ok so I have another prompt 😆 but it’s really short so you can let your imagination go wherever! As long as the main point of the story isn’t lost!

“So Sam and Bucky try to take a shower together for the first time but Bucky says the water is too cold, then Bucky says the water is too hot! Sam starts to think that Bucky is just nervous. “

{{{ aaahhhh! Always such nice prompts!!! Thank youuuuu! This was soooo cuuuutteee! I loved it!!!! It got.... sexier than i originally intended! But i was trying out a different, less graphic type style thing! (Im also incredibly like...nervous when i write sexy stuff, because despite past reassurances my asexual brain is like 'HOW DO?') but YEAH. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MY DEAR I TRIED REALLY HARD!!!! 💖💖💖💖 }}}

Ao3

Warnings: Shower Sex

18+ Content! Minors Do Not Interact Please!

Morning Showers

Sam was up early. He was always up early. Much earlier than Bucky. Bucky liked to sleep. He slept better during the day usually, he was maybe the biggest night owl Sam had ever met. But on weekends, the weekends Sam wasn't busy with Cap stuff, he'd get up early and help Sam make breakfast after his morning run.

Sam tugged his shorts and tank top on and leaned back over their bed, his fingers moving through Bucky's hair as he knelt on the bed next to him, leaning down to kiss his head.

"I'm heading out Buck." He whispers, not wanting to pull Bucky completely out of sleep.

"Mmkay." Bucky mumbles, his brow furrowing as he snuggles deeper into the pillow, Sam smiles at him and rubs his thumb over the wrinkles on his forehead, soothing the skin until Bucky's face relaxes again.

"Ya know when I get back... we could try that thing we talked about the other night." Sam said quietly, leaning on his elbow as he watched Bucky, the wrinkles on his forhead appearing again.

"Wah thin?" He mumbles into the pillow, his eyes staying closed.

"The showering together thing." Sam says easily, effectively petting Bucky now, trying to smooth down Bucky's sleep spiked hair.

"You remember that right?" Sam asks, moving his fingers down Bucky's neck, he smiles when he watches him shiver. Bucky nods slowly against the pillow.

"You wanna try that when I get back?" Sam asks, leaning closer again, his nose moving against Bucky's ear.

"Mhmm." Bucky hums, his fingers curling around the edge of his pillow, pulling it closer.

"Okay. I'll be back in about an hour. I'll get you up when I get back." He whispers, presses a kiss to Bucky's temple and rolls back out of bed.

"Mkay." He hears, faintly, behind him. He tugs his shoes on, ties the laces, and heads out the door, smile on his face.

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He's covered in sweat when he gets back. He tugs his shirt off as he walks in the door, tosses it into the hamper and smiles at Bucky. He's on his back now, propped up in bed, reading the paper. He stands there, staring, because he can.

"Ya know, you have a serious staring problem." Bucky says, not looking up from the paper. Sam snorts and kicks his shoes off, placing them neatly next to his dresser before tugging his shorts down, he hears the newspaper rustle behind him as he tugs his underwear off as well. He looks over his shoulder at Bucky but he's back behind the newspaper, like he hadn't been peeking.

"We doin this or what old man?" Sam calls, walking into the bathroom, smiling at the towel Bucky had set on the vanity for him while he'd been gone.

"I'm sorry? Doing what exactly?" Bucky's voice calls from the bed. Sam stops, peeks back into the room.

"Showering?" Sam says slowly, Bucky's eyebrows jump on his forhead before he frowns.

"Did we... say we were?" He asks, lowering the paper onto his lap slowly. Sam sighs a laugh and shakes his head. He should have known better than to ask Bucky while he was still in bed.

"Yes. Before I left I asked if you wanted to shower with me when I got back." Sam explained, stepping back into the bedroom, fighting a smirk as Bucky fought to keep his eyes on Sam's face.

"And I... I agreed to this?" He asked, folding the paper over once.

"You did." Sam said, nodding, smiling when Bucky still wouldn't look at him, his eyes wandering around the room.

"Right. Okay. Yeah." He said, sounding...the opposite of enthusiastic.

"You don't have to Buck." Sam said, watching Bucky toss the paper aside.

"No no. I said I would. So I will." He said, tossing the sheets off himself and throwing his legs over the side of the bed, pushing himself to his feet.

"I'll be in there in a sec." He said, waving Sam away with a small smile. Sam narrowed his eyes but moved back into the bathroom, stepping into the shower and getting the water running. He let it roll over his shoulders as he adjusted the heat, smiling when he heard Bucky step in behind him. He turned to look at Bucky and stopped in his tracks, he was covering himself, both hands between his legs. Sam looked at him for a moment.

"You... know I've seen your dick before right? Like... several times." Sam said, his eyes moving to Bucky's face, smiling at him.

"Yes. I know that." Bucky huffed, his eyes still moving fast, refusing to stay on Sam.

"What's-"

"Christ! Is that how hot you have the water when you shower?" Bucky asks, cutting him off, pressing himself against the back wall. Sam holds his hand out, the water is luke warm, at best. He rolls his eyes but turns the nob until the water is chilly, goosebumps scattering across his skin. He reaches for Bucky slowly.

"That better?" He asks, fingers curling around Bucky's wrist and pulling him forward a bit. Sam licks his lips as Bucky finally looks at him, his eyes wide. Bucky nods, lets Sam pull him closer and then he's gone again with a small yelp. Sam watches him grimace when his shoudler blades slam into the wall of the shower.

"It's too cold." He says quietly. Looking at the ground. Sam turns the nob again, making it warmer. And then he stands there, under the water, looking at Bucky.

He's covering himself again, sunk back against the wall. And he's... is that blush? Sam bites his lip. Bucky is blushing. Badly. His cheeks down to his shoulders are pink, and his eyes are glued to the floor of the shower. Sam's stomach flutters, that was cuz of him. They'd been sleeping together for months now and here Bucky was, blushing and shying away from him.

"Bucky Barnes," Sam says, teasing,

"Are you nervous?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Bucky's eyes snap to him.

"What? No!" He said, already too defensive. Sam smiled.

"You sure? Cuz you're hidin over in that corner like a bashful school boy." Sam teased, biting his lip again.

"I'm not hiding. If you'd put the water at a normal, human, temperature! I'd come over there." He argued, shifting from foot to foot as the color in his cheeks darkened. Sam moved closer, his hands going to Bucky's hips, thumbs soothing him when he flinched at the touch.

"It's okay to be nervous." Sam said.

"I'm not nervous. And even if I was, which I'm not, I know... that it's okay. I know that." He said, his voice quiet as he looked at Sam defiantly. Sam nodded, narrowing his eyes, unbelieving.

"Okay. Then why are you still hiding from me?" Sam whispered, pressing closer, his forhead resting on Bucky's.

"I- I'm not." Bucky stammered, and Sam could see he was shaking. He pulled back and moved his hands to Bucky's neck, his thumbs resting on his jaw.

"You are. What's goin on?" He asked, brow furrowing. Bucky was avoiding his eyes again. Sam tilted his head, forcing himself into Bucky's eyeline.

"I've never done this." Bucky says, barely above a whisper.

"Done what?" Sam asks, feeling a bit dumb as soon as the question leaves his mouth. Bucky sighs heavily and looks at him. Finally.

"This. The whole...showering together, thing. We didn't do that, back then. Not like this. I mean group showering in the army was... not this." He says, his hand going between them for emphasis.

"It's just... I don't know what I'm doing, okay? Sex I can do. That's... normal? This just seems...different. And...wet. It's very wet." he finished lamely, looking at Sam with a sad sort of grimace. Sam shook his head and smiled at him.

"Come here." He pulled Bucky close, wrapping his arms around his shoulders, kissing Bucky's shoulder when he felt his arms wrap around his waist.

"It doesn't have to be sexual." Sam said, curling his fingers into the hair on Bucky's neck. He felt Bucky nod.

"We can just wash each other. It can be very calming actually." Sam explained, and pulled back to find Bucky looking at him, a very unconvinced look on his face.

"What?" Sam asked, his hands resting on Bucky's pink tinted shoulders.

"You think rubbing soap all over your wet, naked body... is gonna be calming for me." Bucky said, deadpan, as he stared at Sam. Sam took a deep breathe and let it out in a laugh as Bucky nodded and smiled at him.

"Well. Okay. Maybe calming isn't the right word." Sam said, shaking his head as he watched Bucky's tongue move over his lip before he pulled it between his teeth.

"Yeah. Definitely not the right word. Shoulda gone with distracting, maybe." Bucky said, his hands moving to Sam's hips.

"Or... erotic." He said, pressing himself to Sam. Sam gasped and wrapped his arms around Bucky's neck.

"Yeah?" He breathed, his heart pounding as Bucky regained his confidence bit by bit.

"Yeah. Or maybe, annoying?" Bucky said, moving them a step back, into the spray of the shower. Sam looked at him, strengthened his grip around Bucky's neck and spun then carefully, pressing Bucky against the wall.

"Annoying huh?" He asked, his hands moving down Bucky's sides, he smiled when Bucky shivered and nodded, his lip between his teeth again.

"Definitely annoying. You woke me up earlier." He whispers, voice shaking as Sam pressed closer, his thigh moving between Bucky's legs.

"Barely." Sam whispered, leaning close, his lips brushing Bucky's ear.

"Enough." Bucky says, trying to sound annoyed and missing, his voice breathy as Sam moved his thigh upwards. Sam smiled into his shoulder as Bucky's hands scrambled to hold onto his wet shoulders, his hips rocking forward, wanting more.

"Still annoyed?" Sam asked, kissing along Bucky's jaw.

"Yes." Bucky gasped as Sam moved his hands to his ass and pulled him closer. Sam brushed his nose agaisnt Bucky's, smiling as he looked into Bucky's eyes, his pupils blown wide. He winked and then licked into Bucky's mouth, the kiss was messy, and wet, and Sam swallowed the whine he pulled out of Bucky, his hands grabbing at Bucky's thighs as he lifted him.

"Fuck. Sam." Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into Sam's shoulders now as he tried to keep their mouths together.

"Maybe later. This is good for now." Sam breathed against Bucky's mouth, rocking his hips, both of them moaned at the friction, Bucky's head slammed backwards, Sam moved his mouth to his throat, kissing and sucking, and then biting. Bucky writhed against him, one hand reaching up, latching onto the small lip at the top of the shower.

Sam wrapped his arms around Bucky, holding him as they moved together, his tongue and teeth working over Bucky's neck, dragging needy whines out of his throat.

"Sam. Sam please." Bucky begged. Sam smiled agaisnt his neck and moved his hips against Bucky harder, pressing him into the wall hard.

"What was that? You beggin for me?" Sam breathed agaisnt the red mark he'd left on Bucky's skin. Bucky looked down at him, panting, and nodded, his mouth open just so.

"Fuck you look perfect like this." Sam grabbed the back of Bucky's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Their teeth clicked together and Sam growled, his hips stuttering agaisnt Bucky now, heat pooling in him. He groaned and pulled Bucky impossibly closer as Bucky tried to do the same. Bucky's teeth sink into his shoulder and then both of them are gone, pushed over the edge as they hold each other close.

Sam holds Bucky agaisnt the wall as best he can as they breathe together. Coming down from their high, Bucky's mouth is still on his shoulder, his togue soothing over the mark he'd made. Sam's knees wobble and Bucky pats his shoulder gently, wordlessly telling Sam he can let him go. Bucky legs fall from around Sam's waist slowly, but Bucky doesn't let him go, pulls Sam flush against him and nuzzles at his neck.

"See? Wasn't so bad was it?" Sam asks, his hand soothing down Bucky's back. Bucky pushes him back and looks at him.

"Yeah no. We're doing this everyday. Why didn't you drag me in here earlier?" Bucky asks, his hands moving to Sam's shoulders, moving up and then back down, the water beneath his hands warm and soothing. Sam laughs and shakes his head.

"I tried!" Sam says, moving his knuckles over Bucky's flushed cheeks.

"Shoulda tried harder. That was ridiculous." He sighed, breathing still a bit shakey as he looked at Sam.

"I'll do better next time." Sam whispered, a promise, before kissing Bucky softly, smiling against his mouth as he hummed into the kiss.

Sam wrapped his arm around Bucky's waist, smirking when he moaned again, still sensitive, and pulled them both under the water. Sam laughing as Bucky squawked that the water was too cold as he held Sam close under the gentle spray.

[dewitty1]

Modern Love

tackytiger @tackytigerfic

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Slow Burn, Oblivious Harry Potter, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Politics, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Songfic, Friendship, Found Family, Mentions of Cancer, References to Illness, Chemotherapy, references to canonical child abuse, references to canonical deaths, References to Depression, Drunkenness, Sad Harry Potter, Church Services, Hymns, Atheism, Kissing in Church, Religious Discussion, Light Angst, Boxing & Fisticuffs, Minor Injuries, Blood and Injury, Gay vicar, Original Character(s), Original Character Illness, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Scars, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Minor Draco Malfoy/ Sexy Tall Vicar, Draco Kisses Someone Briefly That’s All I Promise, Magic/Muggle Relations, Jealousy, Family Drama Series: Part 1 of Modern Love

Summary:

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more��something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

Excerpt:

“Do you know,” he says conversationally, “when I was little, my mother used to wash my hair for me.”

“I did not know that,” Harry says gravely. “Though I can’t say I’m surprised. It was always particularly glossy-looking when we were at school.”

The disadvantage of Malfoy being so close, Harry discovers, is that it’s easy for him to find the softest bit of Harry’s tummy to pinch.

“I was actually quite a cosseted child. Spoiled rotten in fact. You may find that astonishing when you consider what a delight I was as a teenager. But my parents were busy people. My father ran the estate, and spent a lot of time in London, of course. So I didn’t see them much in the evenings. The nursery was in its own wing, naturally, and my nanny was very attentive.“

Harry snorts at that, but then thinks about tiny Draco with his face upturned toward Lucius, alight with worship, and feels a bit sad.

"So it was my favourite thing when I was small, having my mother give me a bath. It was always a very special treat. She’d sit on the floor with her sleeves rolled up and the front of her robes would get all wet and foamy from me splashing, but she never minded. And she’d keep spelling the water hot so I could stay in for as long as I wanted.”

Harry can’t imagine it. He vaguely remembers when he was tiny, standing shivering in the Dursleys’ avocado-coloured bath while Petunia sprayed him with tepid water from the shower head, scrubbed him with carbolic soap. And then after a while, she stopped even doing that. Harry used to sneak in and wash when no one noticed, used to pile his clothes in with the rest of the laundry, since he was the one doing it anyway. But he knows that as a child he was probably never all that clean. How did no one ever notice, he wonders, not for the first time. Why did no one care?

“And when I was tired and wanted to get out, she’d turn me around with my back to the edge—” Harry hears the snap of a bottle lid, smells something fresh and sharp, like the crush of sun-hot meadow grass (like Malfoy, he thinks) “—and she’d wash my hair for me.”

Then Malfoy’s hand is on Harry’s hair, and he starts to rub gentle, workmanlike circles from Harry’s crown down to his nape. He pulls his other hand back from around Harry’s body, though he stays close enough that Harry can still feel him against his back, and then he starts to work through Harry’s hair with both hands. His fingers are strong, raising bubbles at Harry’s temples, moving with pure intent through the curls that are flattened and lengthened by water, resting at his nape for a moment, gathering the curls in his fist then releasing them as he lathers, sluices, strokes.

It’s all Harry can do to keep quiet. Having Malfoy touch him like this—having anyone touch him like this—feels like too much. No one has ever laid hands on him like this, with such focus, like he’s the only thing that matters.

And he thinks of Narcissa crying at Andy’s kitchen table all those months ago, and how he had wondered why anyone would want to cry over Malfoy, of all people. How stupid he had been, how stupid and short-sighted, to think that Malfoy was unlovable just because Harry had him all neatly tidied away in his mind, relegated to uselessness by some weird little childhood rivalry. 

Malfoy is probably the most lovable person Harry can think of, it turns out—he just hadn’t known it before. And in the end, it was just a case of Malfoy deciding to let Harry love him, that was all. Once Malfoy made that decision, there was nothing Harry could have done.

And now he knows how Narcissa feels, because his eyes are smarting with the sour threat of unshed tears. He wants to cry over arguing with Malfoy, who is one of his best friends and who he’s pretty sure he’d do anything for, and when did that even happen?

Malfoy’s hands are still in Harry’s hair, and the lather is sliding down Harry’s body to puddle at their feet, and he doesn’t think anything has ever felt quite so intimate as the insistent pressure of Malfoy’s fingers on the hidden curves of bone behind Harry’s ears. Malfoy keeps talking.

“She was so gentle with me,” he says. His voice is nearly a whisper, but his mouth is so close to Harry’s ear that every word carries over the water. “She used to say, ‘I’ll take care of you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.’” 

He tugs his fingers through the lengths of Harry’s hair, lets the water rinse him clean, then lets his hands fall to Harry’s shoulders, his thumbs moving in restless circles over the notches of Harry’s spine.

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” he says again, and it means something different this time—something for the now, rather than an echo of the past—and Harry hadn’t realised how long he’d been waiting to hear that. Usually, taking care of Harry is a duty. And some people hated him for it, and even the people who didn’t ended up getting hurt, dying.

Malfoy says it like it’s easy, like it’s a gift. Like it’s not a chore at all, just a simple pleasure.

Harry lets his head fall back onto Malfoy’s shoulder, so Malfoy’s face fits snug in the curve of Harry’s throat, and Malfoy’s arms drop down to fit around Harry’s waist again. Harry isn’t sure how long they stay there, but the water starts to run cool, and the creaking pipes make a resentful thumping sound when Harry fiddles with the dial to turn the heat up.

“When I came into the shower,” Malfoy murmurs, “I was going to kiss you.”

And Harry’s blood does that dizzying swoop that sometimes happens around Malfoy, only this time it all rushes straight to his wet naked cock, and he’s hard and getting harder at just the thought of a kiss, and he wonders distantly if instead of being mad about Malfoy, he’s just going a bit mad in general. It’s been a while since he’s been with anyone, after all. And it’s been even longer than that again since he’s been with someone he likes so much.

“Only I thought…” Malfoy’s low, amused voice is a torture device this close to his ear. “I thought if I kissed you, we would probably end up fucking, Which… you know. It might not be such a bad thing, to get it out of our systems. Right? And it would probably be really good.”

“Thanks,” Harry says distantly, absurdly.

“For you Potter, because it would be sex with me, please keep up. But then I got in here with you and I ended up talking about my fucking mother to you, telling you things I’ve never told anyone, and I could feel you getting all tense and weird about how those arsehole Muggles of yours never took care of you, let alone that prick Dumbledore who at least was supposed to be one of the good guys.”

He sighs again, moves his face away from where he’s still nuzzling Harry’s neck, and hooks his chin over Harry’s shoulder. His arms tighten around Harry’s middle.

“And I remembered that sex is easy. It’s so fucking easy, and because it would be good, it might feel like the right thing to do. But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?“

“Well. I mean, I did have to kill Voldemort when I was seventeen?”

“I’m including that, and I’m including your opening waltz at the Yule Ball because that was a study in despair for all concerned, including those of us who had to sit through it. Look, we took a while to get here, is what I’m saying. It probably felt like a terrible idea most of the time we were doing it. God, remember that first time at Fand’s? The first time my friends found out about you? Weasley’s birthday party? But then I didn’t even notice when the you part of it all started being something easy. And if we kiss, we have to figure the whole thing out again. So now I don’t know what to do. Because…” —the ghost of a hot breath against Harry’s ear, and the shivery feeling of Malfoy’s mouth moving close enough to touch Harry’s skin— “… I would really like to kiss you now, and I don’t know how to feel about that.”

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[vanchlo]

Fireflies

Blurb Synopsis: It was your first summer working at a sleep away camp, and you were feeling a little homesick yourself. That all disappeared when you met the counselor of your sister group, Harry, who is in charge of the all-boys cabin, Campfire. Your all-girls cabin, Butterflies, came to love Campfire and their counselor, and very quickly, so did you. You were afraid you had come to like him a little too much, more than friends typically do.

Genre: Camp Counselor!Harry, friends to lovers, fluffy, some nostalgic vibes, and romance. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 6.3k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: Fireflies by Owl City I guess (click to listen)

*

You had been coming here for a good while now, already having memorized the placement of Ursa Major and Minor in the night sky. You found your way down the trail, past the sandy beach, and to the rickety wooden dock every night after lights out. The flashlight clicks off in your hand, but once you reach the pavilion you hardly need it anymore, the last licks of the bonfire lighting up the beach. A loon sings nearby on the lake, waves lapping at the shore, plastic shovels, and a few socks certainly hidden amongst the sand. 

The twist-off cap opens with a pleased sigh, and the refreshing cold beer is welcomed by your lips. Exhaling, your eyes float towards the pitch-black sky and search for Orion whose tall figure has escaped you for the last few nights. These nightly stargazing trips have become a comfort for you, your new home suddenly being a camp of youngsters, and your bedroom consisting of a tiny cabin that leaks when it rains and lacks air conditioning. 

You had just finally been starting to adjust to life as a summer camp counselor, and there was one significant reason for that. His name was Harry, well, is. He’s the counselor for the all-boy cabin, Campfire, and has been your sister group for your all-girl cabin, Butterflies.

Due to this, the both of you had been seeing a lot of each other as your cabins interacted often. Nearing the end of the first week of camp, and now anytime one of your kids asked to play with Campfire, you jumped at the opportunity. Although it mostly was due to seeing Harry, who had quickly become your favorite coworker, it was undeniable that your kids got along so well.

That was another thing, he was so good with his kids, and yours. There were a few girls in your 8s cabin who did a bad job of hiding their crushes on him, always hanging all over him. With no fail, every day during your shared swimming time in the lake, they were begging Harry again and again. Whether it was to throw them in the water, hoist them up onto his shoulders, or to build a sandcastle with him - they couldn’t get enough of him. After spending only four days with him, you couldn’t blame them, because neither could you. 

It almost shocked you how quickly you had come to know him, and became fast friends. After running into each other on the main trail on your way to breakfast the first day, you found him waiting by the large red pine near your cabin every morning since. He even had begun to save his sausages for you, and you always gave your banana muffin to him. 

Today, your groups had spent the entire day together, and so did you and Harry. The kids especially enjoyed your time on the paddleboards this afternoon, but you weren’t too sure about Harry pushing you off into the water every time you got the courage to stand up on it. The laughs continued throughout your hike in the woods that Harry claims he didn’t get your cabins lost on, but you knew better than to believe him when he began to nervously knead at his bottom lip with his fingers. Face painting may have been your favorite activity from today, despite the nervousness that tickled your body when his face was inches away from yours. He painted the most darling butterfly on your cheek, and he bragged about the banana you left on his for the rest of the day. 

The beer dribbles off of your bottom lip, gracing your skin flushed from the heat still sitting in the night air, and from thinking about him. Harry. Everybody loved him, even the other camp counselors, and especially some of the fellow female ones. You couldn’t help but notice how Porcupines and their counselor, Erica, had taken a liking to Harry. They seemed to be friends from last summer, but this was your first summer working here at the camp, and that fact alone intimidated you. It made you tell a white lie when Harry asked if you wanted to play board games with his group, or if he should hang out with Porcupines who live in your cabin neighborhood. 

Only after a week of knowing him, with four of those being camp days, and the others being staff training days, there was little he couldn’t do to dazzle you. Every night, there was a huge camp-wide bonfire. Not everybody joined, only those who wanted to, but ever since you claimed the upright log right of Harry on the first night, it had become your spot. He continued to amaze you night after consecutive night with his guitar playing, from Take Me Home, Country Roads to Wagon Wheel and of course, Wonderwall. More than once, you had felt his eyes on yours and found just that when you looked over at him, him soon winking with smiling lips.

Oh, those lips and all of the dreams you had about them. 

The lake water lapping at your feet hanging off of the dock does little to cool you down on this early June night, but after the train of thought that’s taken off, there’s little you can do to cool down. To make matters worse, your skin spreads with electricity when you hear a twig snap nearby. You don’t even have the time to ask who’s there, because the milky moonlight lights up features of a familiar somebody. 

“Care if I join ya?” they rasp, nodding to the section of dock to your left. Shaking your head ‘no,’ the wooden boards rattle and squeak with their heavy footsteps. “Y’know ‘ve seen ya sneak out, but neva knew where ya went, and now lookie here. I found ya.”

“Congrats, you finally won a game of hide-and-seek,” you joke, the dark glass wet against your shaky fingers as you hold out the beer to him. 

“Oh, shuddup. Ya don’t know how hard it ‘s bein’ tall when tha kids ask me t’ play hide-and-seek. ‘s not like I can hide behind a tree as easily as they bloody can,” he giggles, and clinks the neck of his beer bottle against yours. “Cheers t’ a great almost first week o’ camp, and here’s t’ many mo’.”

“Cheers,” you echo, the frosty beer doing little to move the knot that appeared in your throat the second he stepped onto the beach in front of you. 

Yes, here’s to many more weeks of camp with him- with Harry. 

*

Your stargazing nights dipping your toes in the water continued every night without fail. And night after night, Harry showed up with two bottles of beer. Sometimes, he beat you and you found him waiting for you. Other nights, you were early and brought wine coolers instead. Nonetheless, it became another camp tradition of yours, and neither of you broke it. 

That was until you broke your two and a half week streak one night, and not because you were sick or had a legitimate reason. No, your reason did feel legitimate, and it stung every time your subconscious drudged it back up. That didn’t mean you could tell Harry though, and you had a good reason for that too. A good reason was something he seemed to be missing, you thought, and you wished that you knew why.

*

Earlier that day, rain had been forecast for most of the afternoon, but instead of refreshing showers for the kids to dance in, a muggy heat had settled in the air. You couldn’t say that you weren’t complaining, because well, you were and Harry got an earful of it. He didn’t complain though, and lastly, yours ceased once your shared swimming time arrived. Lucky for you, your leadership staff had moved things around for your group to swim again later, after lunch. Seeing Harry in his short royal blue swim trunks not once but twice was rewarding enough, and so was when he stuck you on his shoulders, pulling laughs from all of the kids’ smiling lips. 

The incessant heat drilled at your sun kissed skin later that night when you had had enough of your humid cabin, settling on the first of the wooden steps. Your attention was drawn over to a nearby staff cabin when you heard voices and laughter, but you dismissed it as you decided to take a cool shower in the bathhouse up the hill. 

The voices grew louder amongst the cover of trees surrounding you, and as you hiked up the hill, you realized you were nearing their source. Almost immediately, you pick up on one of the voices, recognizing it seamlessly. You take a step forward at the inviting sound, but your foot stops in midair when you finally recognize the second voice. If that wasn’t enough to repel you, the appearance of them both outside a shaded cabin does it for you. 

There he stands with only inches in between the two of them. Harry, and fricken Erica, of all people. You’re not sure what’s going on, but quickly, you realize that you stepped in on something you shouldn’t have. You turn around hastily and begin to walk away, but you freeze in place when the voices plummet into silence. Looking over your shoulder, your suspicions are confirmed when a pang jolts through your body at the sight of his lips upon hers. Your limbs are unstuck now and moving fast and away from that tragic sight. You don’t stop walking until you reach the bathhouse and hear the loud bang! of the door slamming behind you. Thank God you find that you have the girl’s side all to yourself a few moments later, and only once you’re under the cold spray of the shower, do you let the tears fly. 

*   

You didn’t know what to do with the rest of your night once you swore off showing up to the dock under the stars that night to meet him. Instead, you took advantage of the spotty Wi-Fi to catch up on YouTube videos, but it did little to distract you from what was going on deep down inside of you. 

The next day wasn’t much better as it was still sweltering hot outside, and it was awkward trying to avoid Harry and his cabin, even though you and your kids had all become fast friends by now. Once you reached dinner, the worst of the day was over, and yet you wondered how’d you be able to do it all over again and ignore him. Even today, you weren’t able to fully ignore him. Your cabin was scheduled to bike earlier that afternoon before it got too hot, and in order to go biking, you had to have two staff with for safety reasons. You exchanged as few words as possible with him before and after the bike ride, but he still tried to crack jokes over your walkie talkies during the ride, seeing that the two of you were on a special channel, per the rules. It was obvious that he knew something was up, because neither of you had missed a night on the dock under the stars together, and last night you had done just that. 

It was difficult at first, sitting in your cabin last night once the clock struck ten o’clock. You had begun to squirm and a hot itchy feeling came over your body, filling you with guilt, but quickly it subsided and was replaced by something else when you remembered seeing his lips on hers. Fucking Erica, what did he even see in her? you had poured over at least a dozen times since then. She was always yelling at her cabin when you passed her, and when she wasn’t, she was on her phone and ignoring her kids. You were surprised that one of them hadn’t gotten hurt badly yet, seeing as she never paid attention to them, and it drove you nuts how Harry could have feelings for somebody like that. He adored his kids and yours, making you wonder all the more why things had to be this way. 

Your kids had complained all day, asking to play with Campfire, to hike to The Point with them or to do the low ropes course with them. Relent you did not, and only once besides the biking did they interact, and that was later in the day when it was time for cabin cleaning and so your cabins played together outside while you and Harry did the big cleaning jobs.

Regardless of how good of a job you had done at avoiding him today, you still felt his eyes on yours in the pavilion at lunch and dinner, and especially during swim time when you hung back on the beach. You just didn’t know how to talk to him normally again after seeing what you did, and you already knew the tragic effects it had caused for your friendship, and not just that, but anything more that you had wanted. 

*

Yesterday had seemed like a piece of cake compared to now, sitting in your cabin as the short hand neared the nine and the long hand neared the six. You had thought about sneaking over to your friend, Molly’s cabin, for the night but you passed up the idea after remembering she had started dating another counselor recently, and was probably somewhere with them. Quickly, what was starting to become one of the best summers was now turning into a dream turned nightmare. It all slowly drifted away when you finally succumbed to the exhaustion building up from your long day spent in the sun.

*

When you awoke next, it was already quarter to ten pm, and you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. No, you quickly wished it was the next morning or anytime later than well, now. It was still too soon, and as you slipped on sandals to use the bathroom, the guilt found its way back to you. The only thing going for you was that you had avoided any run ins with him, or for that matter, anybody, on your way to the bath house to use the bathroom. This is why I shouldn’t down wine coolers when I’m sad, you tsked within your thoughts as the flashlight led you back down the path to your cabin. 

Cursing yourself for not turning on the fan before you fell asleep, you let the screen door of your cabin slap against the doorframe once you return. During your disaster of a day, you had also left clothes laying around, the beginning of what would surely become a colossal mess. 

“Y’know, yer not s’posed t’ eat in here, you’ll attract bears and racoons,” a voice drawls from across the room. A jolt rockets through your body at the fright, only to end in a groan. “‘s true, I swear it. One o’ me coworkers last summer had a raccoon in their cabin ‘cuz they didn’t heed tha warnings.”

“Sure,” you respond, picking up an empty Doritos bag that you toss in the bin, ignoring his eyes that you feel hot on your back. “What are you doing in my cabin, Harry? You do realize that you’re breaking a rule, right? ‘No counselors of opposite sex in another counselor’s cabin after lights out,’” you recite aloud, continuing to pick up more of the evidence from your prior night spent wallowing in your tears and choice of junk food. Well, last two nights, for that matter. 

“Bears seem much mo’ harmful than a simple visit from yer friend, I reckon.”

Friend, you say? you think silently to yourself before you can stop, accompanied by a scoff that falls from your lips for him to hear. 

“If ya wanna know, ya’ve been ignorin’ me all day long. Ya wouldn’t answer yer texts, so I had t’ go t’ some dire straights and pay ya a visit. So, why’re ya ignorin’ me, darlin’? Did I do sumthin’ wrong?” Harry ponders aloud, moving from his previous perch on the cloth chair in the corner to your bed now. 

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” you insist, picking up a pink Laffy Taffy wrapper to add to the handful of others. 

“Yes ya were, even tha kids in our cabins noticed. Mo’ importantly, ya stood me up fer our nightly visits on tha dock, not jus’ last night but t’night as well. Figured there must be an important reason ya skipped, looks like t’night ya fell asleep, but why’d ya miss last night?”

With your back to him, you try to swallow past the lump that’s appeared in your throat, but it’s next to impossible. The opportunity arises, and you take it and run. In reality, you tie the full garbage bag into a knot and enter the humid night once again. You can hear his heavy footsteps behind you. 

“‘m not done talkin’ t’ you!” Harry exclaims, the door slamming behind him as you walk down the trail blindly, knowing that the nearest dumpster is only ahead a few paces. 

“Shouldn’t you be hanging out with your girlfriend? Seeing that’s how all of the counselors here spend lights out time,” you retort, the bravery growing within you as the crickets sound from the tall grass around you. 

“What girlfriend? I don’t have one.” 

“Oh, so then why were you sucking face with Erica? That kind of thing implies a relationship, you know,” you spit in return, at last finding the dumpster in the near dark, and pitching the garbage bag into it. “Let’s see how good you really are at hide and seek,” you tease after hearing the plop! of the garbage bag falling into the dumpster. 

“I already found you t’day when we played,” he groans, but you can hear his footsteps following yours. 

Your name flies from his lips but quickly, his voice becomes far away as you dash down the trail. He calls for you, but he’s already lost you and within moments, you see the flickering light above the very cabin you’re looking for. 

His voice tickles at your ears as you slip in past the door, pressing it closed so it doesn’t make a sound. It doesn’t really look like how you had expected. Remnants of a clean, organized cabin remain amongst the clothes, shoes, and books strewn across the floor. A Fleetwood Mac poster dons a wall, leaving the others lonely in the small room. A blue quilt is tugged halfway up the bed with random shirts littering the striped sheets. Amongst them sits his Macbook covered with stickers, an open Marvel comic, and a journal thrown to the side, open to a page covered in messy handwriting. 

The squeaking of the door opening sounds behind you, accompanied by heavy footsteps and labored breathing. Taking a page from his book, you plop down onto the bed and are soon enamored by the vinyl stickers on his laptop. The knot appears again in your throat as you trace the designs on the stickers, letting them grow hazy through the tears filling your eyes.

“Me cabin isn’t a very good hidin’ spot, darlin’,” Harry murmurs from behind you, but you could care less, knowing that this is where you wanted to end up all along. 

“You probably don’t know this, but I’ve wanted to be friends with you since the very first day I met you. You had this contagious happiness to you that seemed to spread to anybody you met. No matter who it was or what kind of mood they were in, they always left you with a smile on their face,” you begin, toying with the unraveling edge of a sticker showing a Fender Telecaster guitar. “You can always make me smile, and I appreciate that so much, but I saw you and Erica kiss and I . . I can’t pretend that it didn’t tear me apart, Harry.” 

“Darlin’, I told ya, ‘m not datin’ her. I did last summer, fer maybe two bloody weeks.”

“Then why-,” you begin, until he cuts you off prematurely.

“She kissed me, not tha otha way ‘round, ‘m tellin’ ya tha truth,” he nearly promises aloud, words hurried and adamant from over your shoulder. 

You begin to nod your head until your ears prick up at the sound of one of your manager’s shouting from the trail a warning about being in your own cabins past lights out. Not wasting another second there crying on his bed, you scurry away without another word to Harry, even though you were filled to the brim with them. His face consumed with worry and questions was burned into your mind for the rest of the night. 

It was the very last thing you saw until you fell asleep. 

*

You were unsure of how to feel the next day, a Friday, and you found that it was all the more harder today to avoid him. First, your groups had art time together in the Art building, and then before you could stop it, your cabins began to play together at the nearby volleyball net when you and Harry were each cleaning up after board game time in your own cabins. It was hard to stay mad at Harry, you swiftly learned, due to him really laying on the charm and fun during volleyball with the kids. You thought it would be a good idea to avoid getting in the lake again later that day, but once again, he just couldn’t stay away. 

“Not gonna swim today, are we?” he asks, brushing away sand from your towel that you occupy before he sits down next to you. 

You suffice an answer with a quick shake of your head, grateful for the minimal cover of your dark sunglasses, hoping that they hide at least some of your secrets. 

“Ah, so yer still ignorin’ me, ‘s that right?” he hums, the weight easily heard in his words. No matter what you do, you don’t look at him, but as the seconds tick by, it becomes all the harder. 

You can hear the little drip drop of the lake water pooling off of his body, probably from the lip of his mustard yellow swim trunks scattered with cartoon pineapples. Despite the anger, your insides scream at you to finally look over at him, and the entirety of his wet body. You somehow resist, keeping your eyes forward at your kids dipping in and out of the waves. When you remember the revolting sight of him kissing her, it becomes far easier to distract yourself by counting the heads of your kids for the third time in ten minutes. 

“Harry, did you convince her to come and swim?” one of Harry’s boys from Campfire asks from the shallow end. 

“No,” he groans, just at your side, and when the boy asks ‘why’, he doesn’t hold back, “How am I s’posed t’ know? Ask her, she won’t tell me anyways. She’s all crabby t’day,” he retorts, getting up and brushing the sand from his legs before stalking off to sit on the dock. He sinks down onto the wooden planks almost in the very same spot that he would every night you’d find him waiting there under the glow of the moon and the stars. 

The sight of him making one of the tanned lifeguards laugh is worsened by your reminiscent thoughts. Wishes course through your mind hastily and unwarranted, including why this has to be so hard. 

* 

Every time the cursed image would float into your subconscious once again, you would bat it away with your imaginary stick. Slowly, it began to work, and by the time dinner rolled around, you were warming up to him again, or so you thought. In your place in line, you scoped out the empty seat beside him at his table, but by the time you had gotten your food, it was filled, and with another attractive coworker from the Bat Cave cabin. 

For the second night in a row, your place next to Harry at the campfire had been stolen away from you. This time, you hadn’t meant for it to happen, and that had only made the burn sting worse. 

Instead of staying to listen to Harry lead singalongs with his Fender acoustic sat in his lap, and with the lifeguard from earlier fawning over him from your seat, you skipped your first ever nightly campfire. Comments from your kids from the last two days found their way back to you and only made you wish you were somewhere else all the more. It had grown annoying the number of times they had asked you why you wouldn’t let them play with Campfire cabin or ‘why you and Harry weren’t friends anymore.’ One incident from earlier that day at the beach had almost brought tears to your eyes, and thank God you had remembered your sunglasses today if it had succeeded. 

You had finally let your eyes stray to Harry once he had forgotten about the cute lifeguard and dove back into the water, welcomed by his campers. One of your girls ran out of the lake, water dripping from every inch of her little body. She said hi to you and asked if she could sit by you, a question you didn’t have to think about. After wrapping her Moana towel around her, she fell onto Harry’s previous seat, and soon you felt her eyes hot on your cheek. 

“Why aren’t you swimming?” she wonders aloud, pulling the towel around her front and hiding her bent legs underneath it. 

“I forgot my suit.”

“Then just go and get it in your cabin,” she insists with a shrug of her shoulders, as if it’s obvious. 

“I don’t want to swim today.”

“Then why didn’t you just say that?” she laughs, letting her shivering chin fall onto her bent knees. “But you always swim with us, and with Harry,” the little girl named Zoey says, the question heard in her voice. This time, it’s a question you can’t answer as easily as before. “It’s not as much fun without you swimming out there with us, even Harry says so.”

Again, you’re lost for words and you think she may be able to tell. You attempt to pass the time by counting your children again, but it takes longer when they’re dipping in and out of the water. Just when you think that you have most of them, you lose track once they start to move. 

“I think Harry likes you,” Zoey declares aloud, and an amused scoff hums from your lips. Your insides battle for how much value to take from her words, both wondering what a kid could know and also aware of how smart and observant they actually are. “I think he’s super cute, but I’m not old enough to be his girlfriend. I’m only eight, so I think you should be his girlfriend. Do you like him?”

“I don’t know, I think he likes somebody else,” you answer with a contradicting laugh contrite with ironic sadness. 

“I asked him and he said he doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Zoey remarks, turning her head to smile up at you proudly with one eye closed shut, squinting at you through the bright rays of the summer sun. 

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Zoey?” you tease, turning your head to look at her, crossing your arms comically. 

“I don’t know,” she giggles, her thick and dark eyelashes clumping together from the lake water. Your hand wanders to her tanned neck dotted with freckles, laughs singing from her lips once your fingers dance across the crook of her neck. “Fine, some of us in Butterflies and Campfire are trying to get you and Harry to be boyfriend and girlfriend. We call it ‘The Fireflies Mission’ - you know Fire from Campfire cabin and Flies from Butterflies cabin. But it’s Top Secret so you can’t tell anybody I told you,” she reveals, raising a finger to her lips. 

A laugh peels from your lips until it ends abruptly, the words settling with you. The sentiment knits together within your mind and your heart comes to be involved, bringing forth the heavy warmth behind your eyes that threaten to spill onto your cheeks. 

“You guys are sweet, but don’t bother,” you say, sufficing for an answer with a dismissing wave of your hand. 

“No! You two would be so cute together, we all think so. We think Harry likes you, and don’t you think he’s cute? Come on, I bet you do,” she teases, bringing her revenge with pink chipped polished fingers crawling up your arm. 

“I do not!” 

“Yes, you do! That’s why you keep staring at him and his butt!” she insists, with a smirk missing a few teeth.

“Zoey, stop it!” you return, but your words quickly collapse into laughs that she echoes. 

“If you don’t tell him, then I will!” 

“Zo’, you don’t even know if I like him or not,” you approach sternly, but it’s wasted once a chuckle consumes your argument. 

“You so do, you two are always flirting! Just ‘cause I’m a kid doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” she argues, fire behind her crystal blue eyes. Her blonde eyebrows wiggle along her freckled forehead, wet pigtails swinging above her shoulders. “So, are you gonna tell him or not?” 

An answer escapes you, and when it does, she lets her towel fall away as she gets to her feet in a hot pink, one-piece swimsuit. Before you can stop her, her long legs dotted with bug bites, scrapes, and bruises sprint away from you. 

“Harry!” she exclaims, glancing over her shoulder to you, sticking her tongue out at you. 

“Zoey!” 

“I’m not going to,” she calls back, turning around and pulling down the white goggles over her eyes. You’re forgotten and she returns to her friend, Cammie, who’s searching for shells underwater. “Harry, I wanna be thrown in too!” Zoey continues, pulling on Cammie’s arm to follow until she’s jumping on Harry’s back where he’s crouched in the water. You look away, attention stolen by your name spoken on the walkie talkies. 

Little did you know, that within moments, Harry’s eyes were running over to you and all because of something a little birdy had said. 

* 

It was still light enough that you didn’t need your flashlight yet, the one each of you was given at the beginning of the summer, and the one that Harry had already lost little to your surprise. You could still hear his voice belting out Hey Jude at the campfire from down the trail, beginning the end consisting solely of na na’s. Slowly, the na na’s grew louder and louder, probably as Harry convinced more kids to join the terribly simple singalong, and one you had wished you were a part of. You wouldn’t want to do anything more, and yet, you knew why you couldn’t.

The reasons were shy and didn’t come to you when you asked, and with that realization, your feet begin to stray from your nightly walk to your cabin and to somewhere else. The blankets were far messier than before and now, CDs and more books joined their distraught mess. T-shirts scattered the floor and so did socks and bandanas, several that were familiar from donning his head of curls already this summer. All of the rules, both campwide and personal, flew through your head, and exited out through your other ear. You wished that so many other thoughts could do the same, but you felt yourself clinging to so many, and that you had begun to become okay with that. 

“Told ya me cabin isn’t a good hidin’ place when yer tryna t’ hide from me.” 

The voice surprises you, but not enough to bring you to turn around. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you had hoped he wouldn’t have come. The one thing that does surprise you is the fact that what doesn’t come to you is any words that feel right, and as if they belong. 

“I don’t wanna fight with ya anymo’, darlin’. Tha kids don’t like it and neitha do I. Bloody hell, look at me soundin’ like a proper dad, already,” Harry announces, the second half claimed by an awkward laugh marked by the silence you give to him. “I dunno how many times I gotta fookin’ say it, but ‘m not with Erica, or anybody else fer that matta. Ya’ve become me best friend ova tha last few weeks, and ‘m sorry that that kiss ruined that, but I wanna fix it. I don’t wanna lose me best friend ova some rubbish kiss, a kiss that I didn’t even want or initiate . . Anyways, ‘m goin’ back t’ tha bonfire. I told ‘em I was jus’ usin’ tha loo quick, but ‘ll be waitin’ at tha dock t’night, and I really hope ‘ll see ya there . . . butterfly.” 

* 

An owl cooed in the distance, joining the nightly song led by the crickets and the frogs. Somehow, the heat still lingered despite the absence of the sun, and the humidity left a stifling feeling in the air. It made you wonder why you remained here, miserable from the humid heat and mosquitoes that pestered at your skin. The fan you bought for its five different settings beckoned you to return the second your cabin door closed. Now, a ways down the trail, you almost wish you’d never left. With each step, that begins to shrink away as a nervousness overwhelms you, propelling your feet forward. A yawn lingers on your lips as the rocks and dead leaves crunch beneath your steps. 

Curses fly from your lips when your eyes land on the empty dock painted with the moonlight. Your chest falls with a long sigh when you glance to your phone that reads 10:18 pm, almost an hour late. The emotions brew inside of you as you turn on your heel quickly, backtracking your steps.

“Didn’t think ya’d show,” a voice murmurs from the darkness, making you whip around to face the pavilion where it comes from.

“I fell asleep again, I’m sorry,” you confess with a heavy voice, laden with apologies and regret. Harry steps out of the shadows with his hands hidden in the pockets of his baby pink hoodie, only a few steps away and nearing you with every second. “Please believe me, I-.”

The explanation escapes your lips and also the air when he steps forward, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“I believe ya . . butterfly, ‘s okay.”

“And Harry, I believe you too . . . when you said you didn’t kiss her. I’m sorry it took me so long to,” you admit, the overdue words diving into the air to grace his ears. 

“Thank ya, darlin’. Now, I heard sumthin’ funny from a li’l birdy earlier t’day,” he smirks and it only grows higher when you take his other hand into yours. One corner of his mouth reaches higher up his cheek as confusion knits together within your mind. “A certain sumbody had sumthin’ interestin’ t’ tell me befo’ I threw her into tha water . . Sound familiar now?”

His growing grin fills your eyes as the puzzle pieces click together almost instantly. 

“Zoey,” you grumble from behind gritted teeth as his giggle sings in your ears. “That little liar.” 

“Reckon they’ve had it out fer us tha whole summer,” he smiles. “I told her that I bet I love her counselor mo’ than she does,” he confesses hesitantly, eyes flitting away from yours with a blush filling his cheeks. 

“Harry,” you begin warmly, squeezing his hands in between your clammy pair. 

“I only wanna do this if we’re gonna really give it a try, don’t wanna ruin our friendship or have tha kids pay tha price of it not goin’ well. So no mo’ ignorin’ me when things get tough,” Harry says, pointing his stern eyes at you, but you hardly notice because of the words he speaks. “No if’s, and’s, or but’s, got it?” he finishes, reciting his catch phrase he uses with the boys in his cabin.

“Got it,” you smile, feeling as if your lips couldn’t reach higher, but they do when his come to meet yours. They’re sweeter than you had imagined, and softer. The nostalgic smell of sunscreen clings to his skin, almost hidden by the strong scent of the bonfire you always smelled on him during your nights on the dock. The troubles from the last few days melt away upon his lips, and all traces escape when his arms come around you. 

“How bad d’ya reckon they’ll freak when we tell ‘em?” he wonders aloud after breaking the kiss, pulling you against his warm chest. 

“Wait, you think we should tell them?”

“Ya, we gotta, seein’ as their Fireflies Mission worked and ev’rythin’. We’ll just leave out tha part where we did all the hard work,” he snickers from above you, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“How’d you find out about their mission?” you giggle against his chest, the tassels to his hoodie digging into your cheek.

“Cuz they’re not very good at keepin’ secrets, just like they’re counselors,” Harry chuckles, pulling one from your mouth as well. “C’mon, let’s go. I think tha beers I brought might still be cold.”

A soft ‘okay’ leaves your lips to meet the air as he pulls on your hand to follow him, the first grains of sand tickling at your toes as you ruminate on how you haven’t felt this okay in quite a long time.

All thanks to your special little firefly, the best friend to your very own butterfly. 

[juminsmysticmc]

Okey, how about something actual. How would RFA + Minor Trio react if they and MC were separated, like had quarantine in different cities. How would they behave alone? How often would they call her? Would they be worried about her health? I love your writing. Stay awsome and healthy!

RFA + Minor Trio being in quarantine in different cities 

Tbh I was just about to delete your requests, lolol I HAD THE SAME IDEA AND HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH WE ARE SOULMATES! Enjoy and stay healthy you all! To be honest I am enjoying my Quarantine time    ( my co worker has Corona and I worked with her so she may has infected me) but it’s serious, we need to stay healthy, take a lot of vitamins and stay at home! If you don’t want to stay at home do it for the elderly! STAY AT HOME!

PS.: My test was negative 

Jumin

You sobbed into the camera as you saw Jumin smiling sadly at you.

,,Can’t come back?’’ you asked him.

He shook his head.

If he had known this, he would have never gone to Italy for the business trip.

Jumin Han was just glad that he didn’t take you along.

,,Stay at home, Mc. I will try my best to come to you soon,’’ he promised and then cut the call since it was pretty late for you.

Days went by and Jumin noticed that he was a big man with a lot of influence, but outside of Korea he was no one.

And so, Jumin had to stay in Italy for the next time.

He chatted with you daily, tried to see your face as often as possible, and made sure that you would stay healthy.

But then he noticed how bad the situation was in Italy.

,,Jumin, since you’re there, maybe you could support them, without going out please!’’ you begged him.

And indeed, Jumin tried to change something in Italy; supporting them with masks and hygienical products.

Jumin Han also gave people in need a lot of money, gained their trust and helped them to go on with the situation.

A new project began and ended successfully.

,,Don’t tell my wife that I’m back,’’ he then said after he finally returned.

He couldn’t wait to hug you and see you again. However, he first wanted to stay in quarantine on his own, getting tested and staying away from you to make sure that you wouldn’t be at risk because of him.

And the happiness of seeing you was much bigger afterwards.

Zen

,,I can’t come back, Zen,’’ you sighed into the phone as Korea announced that no one was allowed to go out.

Just a week before this all began you went to visit your parents to make sure that they had enough water and food so that they wouldn’t need to step out.

Now neither them or you were allowed to step out and you couldn’t stay with Zen.

,,Stay healthy, wash your hands and don’t go out,’’ you told him and brushed your hair.

,,Princess, I would have loved to do Netflix and chill with you every evening,’’ he whispered into the phone, making you blush in a dark red.

,,Oh Zenny, stop!’’ you giggled and sat back, imagining what you guys could have done.

You knew that the time without Zen would be hard, especially because he needed you.

Not just to have a balanced lifestyle and meals, but also because you were his better half and his manager.

You tried to help him to work as best you could from afar.

,,Thank you, Jagiya,’’ Zen whispered before he  imitated a kiss and fell asleep, your call still ongoing as both of you soundly breathed next to each other.

Yoosung

,,I love you, I miss you… don’t worry,“ Yoosung tried to calm you down as you kept sobbing into the phone.

You were alone at home. You were unsure because of the virus and scared that Yoosung could get sick.

The timing was simply bad and now he was in quarantine with his parents and you were on your own.

,,I read that a cat died too!“ you told him, hugging Lisa tighter as you told him your fear.

What if the cat died on you?

What if he was feeling unwell at his parents home?

,,It’s okay, Mc,“ he repeated and finally managed to calm you down.

The both of you kept chatting over the phone until, one day, it was his turn to panic.

,,Why are you coughing? Mc, did you already call the doctor? Are you okay? Did you leave?“ Yoosung whined.

,,I‘m okay, I don’t know why I got sick. Jumin made sure to help us all out,“ you whispered into the phone.

Yoosung felt guilty that he couldn’t stay at your side, but he also knew that you were strong and he promised himself to hug you tightly as soon as he could come back.

Jaehee

,,I want to come home, Jaehee…!“ you cried into the phone.

Jaehee was crying too from the other end of the line.

Tears fell on the table as she looked at her and your empty coffee shop.

The measures they had to do were hard.

For the whole world.

And you, you were in italy and her, Jaehee could do nothing to help you.

,,Children are dying here. Even teenagers who have their whole life in front of them.

Hospitals are full with deceased, mothers, fathers, oh my God…“ you told her.

Coughing harder as you kept sobbing.

Jaehee knew you.

She was married to you.

Every single habit was a sign for you.

You weren’t just scared, you were also sick.

That’s why you were actually nervous.

,,Please stay calm. I will find a way to take you back, Mc,“ your wife promised you and a few days later she really managed to make the nation bring you home.

Luckily, you just had a cold and not the coronavirus.

Saeyoung

,,Mc, you have been sick for almost three weeks,“ Saeyoung sighed as he was with you over the phone.

You heavily breathed as you listened to him.

He was worried about you.

He thought that his heart was about to burst as he thought about you.

You were at your parents house and now you were unable to leave.

You couldn’t go out.

Policemen were walking up and down the street.

You couldn’t leave with the car either.

Every single street was being looked through too.

You could neither leave or get looked at.

,,I don’t get it. I DON‘T GET IT!“ he yelled as you kept coughing.

,,I was neither with a person who had the virus or at a place where the virus was. That’s why,“ you tiredly told him.

,,I can’t anymore. I’ll go to sleep, okay Saeyoung?“ you asked him and then cut the call, not even giving him the chance to tell you good night.

It didn’t take Saeyoung long until he hacked into the government‘s system and submitted you for a test.

Indeed, you were called days afterwards and luckily tested negative for COVID-19.

Saeran

,,Don’t leave the house, yeah? I will pay a service to bring you the groceries at home,“ you told him.

You were biting your nails as you thought about your white haired boyfriend.

With his beautiful eyes, soft hands, and the voice you missed so much.

,,I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gone with my friends to Swiss,“ you mumbled as you shook your head.

You just wanted to ski once.

And once you could realize your dream, a world wide disaster happened.

,,Just two weeks, Mc,“ Saeran chuckled.

But he was worried.

But not because of himself, but because you could have fallen sick.

,,Yeah, and then I need to get tested to make sure that I‘m not sick. I‘m scared that I could have it and give it to you,“ you confessed, playing with your nails.

,,Don’t worry,“ he said.

,,I‘m immune against you,“ he teased you, making you less nervous.

Jihyun

,,Hello, Daddy!“ Lucy happily waved into the camera as you were FaceTiming with Jihyun.

,,Hello, Lucy! Did you already finish your homework?“ Jihyun asked her, knowing that she didn’t do her homework.

,,I will finish it now and then come back, Daddy! I miss you!“ Lucy happily giggled as she sent him a kiss and disappeared into her room.

,,She still didn’t get it, did she?“ he asked you and saw you shaking your head.

,,Thank god she understands it when I say no.

But she still wants to go out with friends or play outside.

Schools are closed and they think that they have corona vacation,“ you told him.

,,Are you okay?“ you asked him.

He sadly smiled at you.

,,I am, but the people here in China aren’t.

The exhibition was called off and now we’re trapped here.

But I heard people saying that the government will pick us up….“ he told you.

You nodded and observed him.

,,Did you take the masks with you?“ you asked him.

Jihyun smiled.

,,Of course. You put them next to the table last week,“ he smiled and looked at you.

He wished he could be there with you, but for now the only possibility to see you was like that.

But it was okay as long as you guys stayed healthy.

Vanderwood

,,Don’t be scared,“ he told you.

However, these words were more to make him feel better instead of you.

,,Without you, robbers have the chance to break in,“ you mumbled sadly over the phone.

,,Oh, I hate it. Without you, I hear all possible noises,“ you told him.

He was so nervous.

,,No one will come in. Everyone is staying inside. The police are controlling the streets,“ he once again said.

His heart was beating so strongly.

At least you weren’t in danger because of the coronavirus.

,,Do you have your spray?“ he suddenly asked you.

You looked at him.

You had asthma. It was just natural that Vanderwood was worried for you.

You nodded, but quickly tried to change the topic and asked him about his mission.

A fatal mistake.

,,These assholes. The mission failed and now I‘m trapped in the middle of nowhere because the police may find me,“ Vanderwood hissed.

You smiled. You missed your boyfriend so much.

Both of you talked for the next hour until you both fell asleep and woke up together.

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[lesbianpjohooimagines]

Oops, I Got Hurt

Thalia x Reader

Anonymous said:

hey would u be able to write a thalia x reader where the reader got hurt in battle or something?

A/N: But of course I can! I hope you like it!

***

“This is gonna be an interesting battle. How in the world does a minor god date a giant and not know he’s a giant?” I asked, rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. Thalia chuckled as the thought crossed her. 

She sighed as she looked through her binoculars at the base of the monster camp. “It’s too open. There’s no way we could sneak in undetected and even though Annabeth could technically go in with her hat, going in alone would be reckless and suicide. So we have to in guns blazing.”

I nodded, refraining myself from telling her that we didn’t have guns and that they did. You don’t bring a knife to a gun fight and yet, here we were. 

I only hoped that all of us would come out of this battle alive, especially Thalia. She was just so...amazing and after knowing her for years, I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like if she passed before I did. I tried not to imagine how it would feel like if the Hunters visited camp without her there leading them.

I sighed shakily, which caught the attention of Thalia, who studied me with a worried expression. “You good, nugget? Your face just went from determined to dark in less than a second.”

I smirked and looked down at the army knife turning with careful precision between my fingers. “You still haven’t found a better nickname than nugget, bub?”

“Nope. Nor will I ever until you find a better nickname than bub.” She shot back.

I gasped in fake exasperation. “You take that back!” 

“You first.”

“...”

“...”

“...I would just like to point out that I didn’t say anything that I could possibly take back.” Thalia playfully glared at me like she wanted to punt me off of a cliff. She acted like she hated my matter-of-fact statements but I knew she found them funny, not that she would ever admit it. 

“Seriously, Y/n, what got you down so quickly?” She asked, studying me. 

I swallowed down my nerves and said, “I thought about you not...being here with us anymore. Not being here with me. We just lost Jason and the thought of losing you messes with me a lot. I try to stay positive, since that’s what I’m known for, but it’s been hard lately. And not only that, now we have no choice but to charge head-first into this battle with a high possibility of losing someone because we have no immediate cover.”

She nodded, still studying me with an intense expression that I couldn’t read. “I understand, Y/n. I know we’re at high risk right now, but with the right formation, we also have a high probability of everybody living to see another day. We just have to watch each other’s backs and do our thing carefully. I’m not going anywhere and I’ll be damned by all the gods if you do. We’ve got this, nugget. Just stand by me when I propose this plan to the campers, please? We need them to do this. The Hunters may be strong, but there’s a lot of monsters in there.”

I met her electric eyes and gave her a small smile, putting away my knife. We both got up and clasped hands as an agreement. “I’ll always stand by your side, Thalia. I’ve got your back.”

She smiled back and looked as if she was going to say something, but quickly changed her mind and jerked her head toward our small campsite. “Let’s go deliver the plan.”

And off we went.

***

So needless to say, the campers didn’t need much convincing and our plan worked flawlessly until we got the center of the monster hideout. We’d cleared over half of it as it was the size of two football fields, but some of us were getting tired as more and more monsters kept jumping out at us. We were bound to have a serious injury at the very least and it unfortunately came.

Thalia and I were fighting our way through their training grounds when a loud shot rang out, the first of many. She and I ran to cover once we spotted the gunner, and while that monster was dealt with by an arrow, I discovered that I was hit in the chest. I knew it hit an artery or something because blood started seeping out of my mouth and made me panic a little. 

“T-Thalia. Thalia, I’m hit.” The words that none of us hoped to hear or say and yet, I was saying them. Thalia’s head snapped in my direction and saw the blood flowing out of my chest rapidly. She ripped off one of her shirt sleeves and pressed it on my wound, trying to slow the bleeding, but it didn’t seem to work. I grunted in pain, but then the pain started dissolving and I grew tired. I knew better than to go to “sleep”, but by the gods, I couldn’t stop the urge.

I could faintly hear Thalia shouting through her earpiece for medical help, but her voice was fading out. No. No no no, I couldn’t go out like this. I had to stay by her side until the fight was over.

But sleeping was the one thing I could never resist. My godly parent wasn’t Hypnos, but I slept A LOT and this was one of those times where sleeping was inevitable.

As my eyes closed, I could just make out Thalia pleading with me to stay with her. However, the fight in me disappeared and I had no other option but to let the final wave come over me. She said something right before things turned dark, but I didn’t make it out in time. 

I was pulled into the abyss.

***

‘Beep...beep....beep’

What the fuck happened and why is it so hard to open my eyes?! I breathed in a deep breath and started coughing, as if I breathed in freezing air. There was a weight on my arm that was immediately lifted once I started.

“Y/n?! Breathe, breathe. Take it easy, okay?” It was my bub. I listened to her and once my breathing was under control, I opened my eyes and was met with a distraught-looking Thalia. Her eyes had a red tint to them, which I assumed was either from her crying or was the result of getting pepper sprayed.

I almost guessed it was from pepper spray, until I realized that I was in Camp Half-Blood’s Med Bay, hooked up to a couple of monitoring machines. Was she crying because I ended up here? 

Thalia left the room to get a one of the medics and surprisingly, Apollo himself came in as cheerful as ever. “How’re you feeling, kid? Do you have any chest pains while breathing?”

I shook my head. “I feel fi-” I started coughing uncontrollably from how dry my throat was. A cup of water was put up to my lips and I chugged it, still coughing, but it ceased after a few minutes. “What happened? How long have I been here?”

Thalia sat next to me in the chair she’d been sitting in before I woke up. “Three days...you shouldn’t have woken up so soon.” When I frowned in confusion at her, she looked away. That’s when I noticed the bags under eyes from an obvious lack of sleep.

Apollo chimed in when he realized Thalia wasn’t going to explain. “Your heart stopped four times. If it wasn’t for this lieutenant these past few days, you wouldn’t have made it, Y/n. She refused to leave your side and when we were going to give up, she convinced us to keep trying. I’m...not exactly sure how you’re up now, but it’s definitely a good thing. It’s just worrying considering how you were not fine last night.” He sighed and continued, “I’m going to do more tests before I let you go. I’ll be back in a few.”

After he walked out, Thalia held my hand and put her head down on the bed. I squeezed it, making her look up at me and give me a small smile. 

“Thank you, bub.” I said in the most sincere tone I’ve ever used. “I appreciate you staying with me through this. I...you’re...” I got tongue-tied trying to come up with the words to tell her how much I cared, how much I loved her. But as it would turn out, I didn’t need to exactly.

Soft lips pressed into mine gently. At first, I was thrown off by the action, but then I went for it and kissed her back with just as much tenderness. A few seconds went by before we pulled away for air. Thalia took a couple breaths and started laughing, me joining in soon after.

“You know, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Our eyes met after she said that and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “Over the years, I kept trying to tell you about my feelings but I always chickened out. I even did while we were scouting the camp, but once I saw your eyes go from excited to lifeless in the span of a minute...I realized that even though we may be immortals, we don’t have all the time in the world to do or say certain things.”

Her eyes teared up a little as she said those six words that I’d been dying to hear for years. “I am...I’m in love with you, Y/n. Ever since I met you, I knew. I knew that you were the one.”

I pulled her into a tight hug like my life depended on it and sighed, “I can’t believe it took me almost dying for you to say that sentence to me, Lightning-Lady.”

She punched my arm as I stifled a laugh in her neck.

“Dingus.”

(A/N: I really apologize for how long this is and how long it took, but I work in retail and I’ve been super tired lately with this Rona panic. My store is an essential store so we can’t close and my store is so intent on making money that they refuse to at least close for a few hours. So yeah, I’m exhausted. But writing these imagines keeps me sane among other things :) Have a good day and stay safe everyone!)

[courtrae89]

Queens of Odins Eye Vikings/SOA crossover AU. Final Chapter part 1.

Warnings: smut, intercourse without condom (always use ptotection folks) language, minor arguments, cheating, tiny bit of pregnancy kink, but barely there, and bitchy friends being bitchy to each other 😂😉

I know it's been a very long time, but I really wanted to finish this, however I think its going to take at least one more part. Love you guys!

This fic is a collab with the beautiful, lovely crazy talented @laketaj24 @imgoldielikehawn @grungyblonde

“I promise I’ll be back home to you soon Hap, I’m so sorry babe I have to go. I’ll call soon.. I’ll be home soon” I flipped the phone shut quickly, the shower curtain sliding across the rod signaling the end of my conversation with Happy. “forgot my towel, but seeing as your not dressed yet, maybe I didn’t really need one” Ragnar smirked, pulling me against his chest. I gasped feeling that his chest wasn’t the only thing hard, I could feel his member against my thigh as he leaned in to plant sloppy kisses down my neck, making his way to the valley between my breasts.

As much as I hated to admit to myself, gods he felt good. His hand reached around and yanked my head back by my hair, a moan falling from my lips. “fuck.. I love it when you make those sweet fucking noises, get on the bed. All fours. I want to hear you choke on my cock.” I of course did as he said, crawling on to the bed, turning to face his beautifully crafted cock. The Gods must have favored him greatly to give him such blessings. I was still sore from the night before.

“open your mouth.” Opening my mouth nice and wide for him, sticking my tongue out, my mouth was already watering in anticipation for him. He slid his cock between my lips, bringing it back out to slide it around my lips, coating them in my spit. “fuck you take my cock so good.” His cock slipped back into my mouth, and with each stroke he forced it down my throat a little more.

Grabbing a handful of hair in each hand he began to fuck my face without warning “I know you love chocking on daddy’s cock, don't you baby?” I did my best to moan out an answer, but that wasn’t good enough, Ragnar reached behind me spanking my ass. I almost came between the sting of his rings on my ass and the rawness in my throat, but I knew better. I was going to be a good girl for him today, tonight.. well that was a different story.

Without warning the bedroom door swung open Ragnar never lost his rhythm, and I never took my eyes off of him. “ahh starting without me again old friend, one might think you want Court all to yourself and a little to often recently” Floki always had a jealous side, especially when it came to Ragnar. It was kind of that way with all the men that had been in my life I suppose.

Without second thought to what Floki was implying Ragnar continued to fuck my face, my sloppy moans becoming louder “ you ever make her cum just by sliding your cock down her throat my friend?.... get the fuck out Floki, you'll have her tonight, we both will.” With a scowl on his face he turned and walked out the door, just as quickly as he had come through it.

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Ragnar could be insatiable, and today was definitely one of those days. Walking out of the front door together, he stops grabbing me by my wrist and pulling me back to him wrapping his arm around my waist, and looking at me with that hunger still in his eyes, his hand wraps around my neck and he gives me a sloppy kiss. “I'll see you at the bar in a few hours. Make sure Charlie is around, I may need to see you alone in your office for a bit.” Chuckling Ragnar finally made his way to his bike, the engine thundering as he took off for the club house.

I shook my head in disbelief, I had gone so far down this hole, I wasn’t sure how I would get out, but I had a plan. On still shaking legs, I made my way to my truck. Once inside I took a deep breath, I needed to get my head right before I called Happy again. Grabbing the rearview mirror to make sure my lipstick was still in tact I let out a scream, startled by the ghost that sat in my back seat. “what the fuck Brie! Are you fucking kidding me? Trying to kill me? Is that you, or are you playing one of your games again?” Bri laughed, fucking laughed! “oh it’s me sweetheart. You wanna tell me what the fuck that was I just saw?” I scoffed turning back around and starting the engine.

“I had to do something Bri, I couldn’t run away from it. It’s true, I don’t have to be attached to this club, but people I love are attached to this fucking town, this fucking club, and that fucking asshole has ruined everything!” I was pissed, my voice raised with each word, not because I felt like I was being slut shamed, but because why the fuck did she get to run away!

“Court, don't. I can feel it, don’t start on me. I had a million reasons to do what I did.” Bri’s death glare from the back seat caused goose bumps to spread over me. I knew her powers had grown tremendously, it wasn’t likely that they had ceased to do so while she was away. Still there weren't many I backed down from. “a year and a half Bri? Well your back at least, no doubt just in time for the final scene. Ivar has been insufferable, maybe now at least you two can hash this shit out.” I threw the truck in drive and pulled away from the curb, Bri's face unscrunching, a smile lightly playing at the corners, before she began to chuckle lightly. “you got balls bitch, but remember mine are bigger.” Oh how I was aware.

I dropped Bri off at her club and made my way to the bar, making good time. “Good morning Charlie! I gave him a bright smile. He chuckled “morning boss, you have a visitor in your office.” The devious smirk on his face confused me. “Thanks Charlie, be out in a bit” I called over my shoulder, making it to my door quickly, my heart was in my stomach, what if Ragnar beat me here and wondered why it took me so long to get here. I guess he would find out before the days end that Bri was back anyway.

I swung the door open, fully expecting those I icey eyes to be staring back at me, instead rich mahogany eyes stared back at me. I had longed to see those eyes for weeks, I was frozen. “I had to make sure you were okay.” Those words made me flash back to this morning, the desires I felt, the guilt was a heavy feeling in my chest, but I was doing what I had to. “Court come here… please” Happy broke my haze of guilt for the moment.

“Happy, God’s I’m so glad to see you.” I quickly dropped my bag in the chair by my desk, rounding it to curl myself into his arms. “Babe please don’t take this wrong, but you can’t be here, Ragnar, Floki, they could be having the place watched.” Hap tensed at those names, he hated having a constant reminder that I still wasn’t his completely. “I was careful, Charlie helped me out, but I could give two fucks, they’re just two more faces to add to my collection.” I understood his frustration, but he was jeopardizing everything I had been working so hard for. If they didn’t trust me I was as good as dead.

“Hap it ends tonight, I’ll be back in Charming and sporting your crow within the month baby, I just need you to let me finish this, without threatening everything I’ve done the past year and a half!” Hap scrunched his face, and pulled away from me, offended, hurt I would accuse him of putting me in any kind of predicament. “you think I’m not careful, that I wouldn’t do anything to keep you safe, to help you see this through? I’ve been sitting on the god damn side line for over a fucking year waiting for YOU Court, YOU! I asked you to take my crow for fucks sake, this ain’t no fucking joke to me, get your shit together and fucking come home, or I’ll fucking end it, the SONS ain’t worried about no war between us and OE!” I wasn’t really that surprised by his outburst, he was right, but I WAS worried.

“fuck…Ubbe…keep fucking me just like that baby” Ubbe's fingers tangled in Kia's hair, her back was flush against his chest, fucking her from behind. Those deep, hard, long thrusts driving Kia to the edge. Ubbe had his face burried in Kia’s neck, leaving bites followed by soft wet kisses to sooth the pleasurable pain he was inflicting on her, his grunts and moans filling the air. “This pussy will always be mine baby, Ivar could never fuck you like I do, I’m done with his games, you’re mine Kia, this pussy is mine, and soon you will be swollen with my child again." Ubbe had increasingly become more and more possessive, and as toxic as it could be at times, it was enough to pull Kia over the that edge, causing Kia to scream out his name over and over, her whole body shaking, eyes rolling, a woman possessed, her orgasm squeezed his cock so fucking perfectly his knees nearly faltered, “Fuck Kia, yes fucking cum all over my cock.” Ubbe's mouth fell open, and his orgasm washed over him. His cock spraying his hot seed inside her for the third time this morning, neither of them could stand any longer, the look of bliss on their faces as they fell to the bed. Ubbe took her face in his hands, kissing her with hunger still, he would never get enough of the way Kia made him feel so fucking good.

“You ever love anything so much you’d do anything to protect it?” Hap had heard that line before, but it was just as much true in my situation as it was in Jackson's. Hap leaned into me, his face a mere two inches from mine. “Come home Court, I’m done with the cat and mouse shit, take them down, protect your people and get the fuck out so we can move on.” He had said all he was going to, without a word he kissed my lips softly, and turned to walk out the door. “I love you Hap, and I’ll prove it I promise.” Hap didn’t acknowledge my declaration, he was gone. “FUCK” my head hurt, and it wasn’t even 9 am yet, what a fucking day it was going to be. “you alright boss? Sorry if over stepped, I didn’t think you would mind a visit from an old friend.” Charlie had stuck his head in my office hearing my frustrated growl, he looked like he was worried he had made the wrong move, but I wasn’t upset with him. “Its okay Charlie, you did right. Thanks”

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Across town..

When he finally caught his breath Ubbe opened his mouth, “I meant what I said Kia, we're done with Ivars games, I don’t care what we have to do. We can runaway, fuck, everyone else has. Bri, Hvitserk. Court almost made it out. We can go, start over.” Kia wanted the same, but she wasn’t blind by the orgasm that had taken over earlier, she knew without a doubt Ivar would hunt her down, she wasn’t going to take Isla from him, he would likely kill them in the most painful way, and she damn sure wasn’t leaving her baby girl alone with that motherfucker.

“Ubbe, we’ve been over this a million times, you know that’s what I want, but you don’t have a clue what terror awaits for us if we do.”

Some queens they all turned out to be she thought. Bri was no where to be found, ran away from her problems, leaving her to take the brunt of Ivars madness. Court leaving the only man that truly treated her as an equal, to be stuck between not one but two that treated her like property, but that’s what they were right “property of” whichever biker they had fallen for. And lastly herself, forced to be with a man that she had once loved so deeply, but despised with every fiber in her being now.

“earth to Kia.. are you listening to me?” Ubbe pulled her from her self loathing thoughts, she looked at his concerned face, those blue as ice eyes that all three of the men she loved in her life had possessed. “sorry babe I was just daydreaming about your little fantasy life” Ubbe gave her a look of disbelief “Its not a fantasy, it could be reality if you would just get your head out of Ivars ass and help me make it happen” Ubbe was frustrated now, his post orgasmic bliss gone. She clearly hadn't heard a word he said, “but you know as well as I do” Kia jumped up from the bed cutting him off as she landed on her feet “you know damn well what would happen, I’m fucking sick of talking about it, this is just how are fucking lives are for now Ubbe, I’m not putting my babies in an even more fucked up situation for you” Ubbe tried to cut in, get a word in, but when Kia was on roll, there was no stopping her. Kia paced the room ranting, picking up her clothes. Ubbe stood to stop her, try and calm her, but she was out the door before he could reach for her. Ubbe sighed, “great talk Kia.” he blinked a few times, did that really just happen?

Kia wasn’t ready for those conversations, and she wouldn’t be until Ivar could be half way rational, she wasn’t sure that would ever happen though. They had been miserable for over a year now. The sex was still fucking amazing, especially when the hate they had for one another boiled over into sexual tension, but they both thought of someone else when they came, and the after glow of that orgasm only lasted so long.

Kia pulled into the parking lot noticing Courts Tahoe pulling behind her, once her car was parked in front of her shop she took a peek at the clubhouse, eyes scanning to see any signs of Ivar, she wasn’t looking for another fight, she just wanted to meet with her client and do what she loved doing best. “What the actual fuck” Kia had to do a double take, her heart slammed in her chest, those last words she spoke to her sister, her best friend and fellow queen running though her head. “freak” how she ever said those words she wasn't sure, but she remembered that feeling of betrayly, though all the time that had past, that feeling had dissipated. She was still pissed though, the bitch never bothered to come back, try to make amends, that's not what family was about. Kia's eyes narrowed as she flung her door open, stepping out of the car, but before she could make her way over she spotted Bri holding on to the hands of two little boys no older than 5, they were a perfect mix of ocean blue eyes, and lovely bronzed skin, they were identical, they were twins, but Bri had only been gone for no more than a year and a half… how could this be, were they actually the product of Ivar and Bri's love? Before she could fully approach Bri, Court was beside her, the same look of bewilderment on her face. “Are they….?” Before she could finish, “it would appear that way” Kia let out, fuck how powerful had Bri become while she was hiding away, and is that why she didn’t come back sooner?

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A Pirate’s Token

Pairing: Pirate Prince! Wooyoung x Royal! Reader, ft Yeonjun Genre: Royalty AU, Pirate AU, Romance, Action Warning: Mention of violence and death Summary: A visiting delegation from the notorious Pirate King brings an unexpected ghost from your past right before your throne. But are those memories and emotions still intact or swept away by the sea of Time? A/N: If you are curious, this is the sea shanty mentioned in the story.

Fainting is not the best way to greet anyone, let alone visiting royalty. But the instant you saw his face, heard his voice, you seriously considered it. You’re still considering it.

            Your father’s long winded welcome is wordless in your ears, the sounds like the muted cries of gulls. Meaningless. The whole world is dark and soundless but for the eight men standing in a neat line beneath the thrones’ dais. Their clothes are such a dark navy that the color had to be dyed with the midnight sky. Sashes the same color cross their chests, glittering with silver thread and diamond-ringed onyx brooches. You recognize medals for valor and victory pinned there as well. The array of countries they represent are beyond impressive. Especially considering the young age of the men who bear them.

            The ladies of the court must be tittering away behind their fans, even as their mothers watched with disapproval. Though the men lack any physical features that might suggest shared blood, they are all handsome. Eye-catchingly so. The reputation that proceeds them doubtlessly adds to the romantic appeal. Because these men listening so intently to your father are no ordinary men.

            They are princes. But again, they are not the usual princes.

            These men are all adopted sons and heirs of the infamous Pirate King.

The Pirate King himself is the blood son of the first Pirate King. A buccaneer who became wealthy enough and feared enough to claim an island far off the mainland and settle it to begin his own dynasty. Although the pirates of that island became domesticated in a way, no one dares challenge their power on the seas. Even now, they are known to be fighters of uncanny speed and ferocity, and unparalleled sailors. Some even say salt water runs through their blood, lending inhuman powers. Magic of no, pirate blood, even two generations removed, is strong as the hurricane at sea.

The men before you are dangerous. Although they are not mountains of men, the muscles cloaked by their clothes are not those of idle princes. They are sinewy and sturdy, forged by the hard work a ship demands. The swords at their sides shine with care but even with the distance, you can see the blades are sharp rather than dulled for ceremony. So too are the princes’ eyes. Their gazes discretely dart from your father to around the room, assessing stone and human alike. You watch them too, carefully, from beneath your eyelashes.

When you risk a more bold look, your eyes lock with his. Your breath stops. Those eyes, a deep rosewood brown, flash briefly from aloofness to playfulness. His lips twitch in a second’s smile. He winks.

You lower your gaze, feeling your heart go from a standstill to racing. It has to be him. It can’t not be.

            But did he recognize you as well? Could he? Is that what that smile had meant?

            Your mother’s sharp elbow to your rib forces your thoughts back to the present. Both her and your father are looking at you expectantly. Remembering yourself and your duties, you step down from the dais. You approach the first prince who stands in front of the others and offer up the gold chalice. The ruby liquid within does not betray your trembling nerves.

            “Welcome to our home,” you murmur, your words traveling in the quiet room. “May you find rest and cheer here, and calm seas when you leave.”

            The prince accepts it graciously. Light from the stained glass twinkling among the many piercings in his ears. After a taking a small sip of the wine, he returns the chalice to you and bows. “On behalf of my brothers and our crews, we thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. I trust we will find it hard to part when our visit is over, especially if the ladies of this land are half as beautiful as you.”

            You smile briefly at the compliment, curtsying as is proper. Although you have heard its variant many times before, there is an easy sincerity in his eyes that makes it less hollow. Hongjoong, you recall his name belatedly. Not the oldest, but the leader and most likely to inherit the throne.

            As you offer the same greeting to the other princes and receive theirs in return, you drill yourself on their names. Seonghwa. Yunho. Yeosang. San. Mingi. Each as courteous and striking as the next.

            Then you reach him. This close, you can smell the salt of ocean spray and an even fainter hint of citrus. Luxurious oranges maybe. Looking into his eyes, all the lingering doubt vanishes like nightmares in the sunlight.

            It is him.

            Wooyoung.

            Only years of training allow the salutation to pass through your lips and your legs to keep you standing. His hands gently cup yours to take the chalice. Calluses line the top of his palms and down to his thumbs like twisted rigging, the thick skin scratching the back of your hands.

            Wooyoung smiles again and gives you a questioning look.

            Belatedly, you drop your hands. You pray you didn’t just embarrass yourself. A smaller voice adds the prayer freshly arisen in your heart: let him remember me.

            You watch his face expectantly. Waiting for the same flicker of recognition.

            He swallows and passes the chalice back, but catches your hand as he does. You go absolutely still as he bows over it and plants a gossamer kiss on your knuckles. When Wooyoung lifts his eyes to yours, you forget how to breathe. Forget you need to.

            “I’ve seen many things on my travels,” he says, “but not one can compare to your radiance. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess.”

            A pleasure to meet you.

Those words draw a struggling breath from your lungs. The air forced in to fill the caving gap left by your unmet expectations. Wild as they were, you had hoped… But the single second more you steal to look at him finds nothing but polite interest in his gaze.

            He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know, that without words, that he broke your heart.

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-One month ago-

            When the unassuming white envelope, closed with a black seal depicted a ship at full mast, had arrived the month before, you’d been curious, but not overly so. As a small kingdom on the coast, your family is always making new connections to protect your holdings. Your father takes any opportunity to make allies. A desk full of correspondence is the everyday. It’s a wonder his fingers are not painted permanently black with ink. Letters are such an ordinary thing you did not think of that letter and its mark again.

            Not until you heard your mother shout.

            Guards crowded your father’s study door when you arrived. Your heart dropped and you feared the worst. Running faster, you tried to push your way through the armored bodies.

            Relief washed over you in a wave when you heard your father’s calm voice saying, “At ease. We are unharmed. It is a minor disagreement. You all may go.”

            You slipped through the departing men. “What’s wrong?”

            “Close the door, dear,” your mother said, her teeth gritted and eyes solely trained on her husband.

            You did as she asked, then repeated your question. Your mother was a woman who relied on the strength and wisdom of her words, not their volume. Something had to be seriously wrong.

            Your father sighed and sank in the chair by the fire. Raising the letter in his hand, he replied, “We received a request for a visitation. Your mother does not agree that we should accept.”

            “They are not royals,” your mother spat. “They are not even nobles. Their predecessor was an uncouth, barbarous commoner climbing high beyond his station, emboldened by his wealth. Their line’s legacy is blood and ruin.”

            Her vehemence stunned you even further. Your mother was the ideal hostess, a fact she often reminded you of so you could model after her. To refuse a guest was a sin among your people, absolutely unheard of. To refuse fellow royalty was suicide.

            “Their line possesses one of the largest navies in the world,” your father replied. His tone would be pleading if it came from a lesser man’s mouth. “If we can make allies of them, our coast will be secured. No one would dare attack us or our ships. Our people would be safe at last. They would become rich from the trade that came into our ports.”

            He rose and tried to take your mother’s hands, but she stepped out of reach. Instead, she took your shoulders. “Do you forget how we almost lost our daughter?”

            “Of course n—”

            Her fingers tightened, pressing the fabric of your dress into your skin. “Once a pirate, always a pirate. I will not have that kind of sea rat in my home.”

            Your father closed his eyes with another sigh. When he opened them, you recognized the steel there. “We must and we will. We cannot afford to reject them. I will increase the guard if that will make you happier, but they will be coming and we will be their hosts.”

            Your mother met his stare full on, her chin jutting out in challenge. Her fingers pinched your shoulders, but you said nothing. You understood her fear of pirates. At last, seeing his unwillingness to change his mind, she released you and stalked from the room. She slammed the heavy door so the boom echoed throughout the chamber.

            After the sound faded, you dared to ask, “What did Mother mean by pirates?”

            “The self-proclaimed Pirate King has requested we host his sons as a diplomatic meeting,” he replied. He handed you the letter to read for yourself. “He wishes to negotiate an alliance. Protection for us, trade ports for him.”

            “That sounds like a threat,” you said lightly. As you learned from sitting in the shadows of your parents’ meeting foreign delegations, the line between protection and control is often a thin line.

            Your father shook his head. “This king is different from his father. He would rather establish ties than war. War is costly and he is more concerned with building his coffers than the extent of his lands. Too far inland and his soldiers lose their advantage.”

            You nodded in understanding. Glancing at the letter again, you read it again. The signature and its title of “Pirate King” stood out from all the rest. The distant memories of cold and screams ghost through you, settling a sheer film of unease on your shoulders.

            You handed your father the letter, but he took your hand instead.

            “I’m sorry if this will cause you discomfort, but I promise, nothing will happen to you. If it will make you feel safer, I can assign more guards to you,” he said.

            A princess learns to hide her emotions, but your father had sensed your reluctance. You reward his attention and offer with a small smile. “No, Father. Yeonjun is more than enough. I’m not afraid.”

Not anymore. These pirates princes, if they were indeed like their forefathers, would not reawaken that potent poison. You wouldn’t let them.

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-Present day-

            A few days after the princes’ arrival, you sneak out of your room before your maid wakes. You climb the watchtower that oversees the cliffs. The salt in the air fills your mouth and nose as soon as you step from the staircase into the open. Closing your eyes as you exhale, you let your ears rejoice in the muted roars of the waves pounding against the unyielding stone beneath you.

Rhythmic and constant, they are your lullaby and heartbeat. Just as they have been since your birth. Distantly, gulls cry for food and if you strain, you can just make out the shouts of sailors readying to cast off from the docks in the town below the castle.

Soon they’ll be riding the waves out of the harbor towards the open sea. The sails of their ships will unfurl like a flock of albatrosses, ready to harness the wind and fly beyond sight.

            What you would give to trade places.

            Then you would be too busy with navigating and hauling rigging to dwell on Wooyoung.

            You open your eyes reluctantly. For now, this tower is the closest you can get. A princess’ duties do not include oiling the deck or manning the tiller. A princess’ duties do not allow her to let her face be roughened by spraying saltwater or glide freely among the waves. A princess’ duty… The words were dull from recital and tediousness.

            As it always does, even when you cannot be on it, the sea soothes the hurt bleeding from your heart. Despite the distance, as it had since your birth, the sea sings to you, that invisible siren’s honeyed temptation. The waters shines a soft grey with the promise of dawn. In the sky, red highlights the horizon, fading to pink to yellow to all the shades of nightly blue. Between is that magic thread of the palest green that only exists in the enchanted threshold where night and day co-exist.

            “Come watch the sunrise with me,” you say, keeping your eyes on the horizon. “You don’t always have to stand in the shadows, you know.”

            Soft footsteps sound behind you. Yeonjun comes to stand beside you, but at the respectable distance expected of a bodyguard and a princess. “You shouldn’t have come out here so early without an escort.”

“There’s only one entrance to this place and no boat could wait beneath it without being smashed against the cliffs,” you retort without true force. It’s not as if Yeonjun is unaware of your location at all times anyway. You move closer to him, shoulders almost touching.

He stiffens for a breath but gradually relaxes as you wrap his cloak around you. You hide your smile. Yeonjun wouldn’t like it if you reminded him how he used to do the same when he was a little boy. It still baffles you sometimes how the small child whose bloodied knees and knuckles you bandaged had become your protector in turn. But, despite your age difference, Yeonjun had been named as a replacement by his predecessor. So far, he hasn’t come close to disappointing.

            “Their Majesties still wouldn’t like it if they knew,” Yeonjun replies. “Especially now.”

            “Because of the princes.”

            He nods, then asks, “Are you nervous, your Highness? Because of before.”

            “No.” You trace the embroidered trim of his cloak. “It wasn’t them. Actually…”

            Yeonjun turns his head to look at you when you don’t continue, but you keep your eyes on the white light breaking through the colors of dawn.

            Due to your mother’s efforts, you haven’t had a chance to talk to any of the other princes. Your days have been full of duties at opposite ends of the castle, far from the pirate princes. Even your free time has been more closely monitored than usual. Even at meals, your seat is far from theirs, your conversation limited to public niceties.

            This gives you no chance to sneak off to find Wooyoung alone. No chance to see if any memory of you remains. You reach into the pocket hidden in the folds of your dress, feeling for the keepsake you stashed there the night after the princes’ arrival. Soon, you will have to just slip away to find Wooyoung yourself.

            “Your Highness?” Yeonjun asks.

            Before you can answer, a voice carries up the tower stairs. Yeonjun has you behind him and his sword drawn instantly. No one uses this old tower with newer, stronger, and taller towers existing nearby. As the person comes closer, the words and voice become clearer. The man’s song, clear as the sky after a storm, rises and falls in a shanty that whispers of your childhood on the docks.

            “And I hurried down to the deep rolling sea. But my eyes could not see it, wherever be it, The bark that is bearing my lover to me.”

            “Declare yourself!” Yeonjun barks.

            The footsteps stop. Then Wooyoung cautiously steps from the stairway. His hands are raised. He’s traded his dark clothes for ones of a golden tan embellished with bronze. His matching pants and tall riding boots hug his well-formed legs. With the added blessing of morning’s first light, his clothes make his golden looks glow even more than before.

When he sees the two of you, an apologetic smile replaces the cautious grimace on his mouth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude on anything— oh, Princess? Is that you?”

“Prince Wooyoung.”

His eyes flit between you and Yeonjun. “Am I interrupting…?”

“No!” Realizing your words came out with too much force, you make your movements unhurried as you step from behind Yeonjun. “You interrupted nothing. I only wanted some fresh air. Yeonjun is just my bodyguard.”

Wooyoung studies the two of you a bit longer. You meet his eyes squarely. There is nothing to hide here.

“I can go to another tower,” he says. “It’s just that this one is—”

“Closer to the sea,” you finish, biting your tongue when he rewards you with a smile. A smile that could charm fish into the nets.

“Exactly. It’s almost like being back in the crow’s nest up here.” He moves to the edge of the tower and lifts his face to the wind.

His movements are graceful, as careless as if Yeonjun’s sword isn’t still drawn. You glare at Yeonjun while Wooyoung has his eyes closed and wave your hand in a sharp command. Yeonjun merely lowers his sword, returning your frown with one of his own.

“I haven’t been on dry land for more than a day in months,” Wooyoung comments to the air. “You get so used to being on a ship, being on land feels—”

“Unnatural.”

Wooyoung turns to look at you. The teasing breeze brushes his hair from his forehead as you wish you could. He casually leans an elbow on the battlement. “You, Your Highness, are an interesting woman. Not many women love the ocean as you appear to. Even fewer know what it’s like to be on a ship for longer than a few hours.”

“The sea is our life,” you reply, joining him against the stone. You pretend you don’t see Yeonjun’s arm twitch as if to draw you back. “I practically grew up in the harbor. My father encouraged it so I could understand the lifeblood of our kingdom and the trials our people undergo. I even use to sail along the coast to different ports with my parents on official visits at times. The sailors let me help as long as we weren’t in view of the ports.”

“Use to?”

You smile ruefully. “Use to. I haven’t been allowed to do more than step on a deck for the ships christening in years.”

“Why not? It sounds like you enjoyed it. Isn’t the point of being royal being able to do what you want?”

Unable to help it, you burst out laughing. “You and I have had very different lessons in what it means to be royal, Prince. In my world, the title inhibits more than it frees.”

Wooyoung scoffs. “So your being a princess is reason enough to not let you sail anymore? Seems stupid to me.”

His comment sobers you. You return your gaze to the sea. The shiver that sprints down your spine is more nerves than fear.  “It’s more than that.”

He looks at you expectantly, settling more fully in his position.

“For my sixteenth birthday, my parents gave me a beautiful caravel. Three-masts, fine lateen sails, figurehead I painted myself. I named her the Janet Rose, after a ballad a traveling bard sang one summer. Soon after, my parents let me sail her alone with a small crew to visit a childhood friend who lived further down the coast. It was a short journey, no more than two days with good winds. I never got there.

“A pirate schooner was waiting in a cove between the ports. We could have outrun it, but they fired without warning and blew a hole in our side. We had no choice but to let them board. I hoped what jewels I had was enough to ransom us all. But I was naïve. The pirates wanted more. The threat of our navy meant nothing to them. They…”

Those memories that had grown cobwebs in your mind stir awake like a leviathan in the depths. Although they are fainter with age, lacking some of their power over you as they did when you were younger, their darkness is undiminished. You wipe at your eyes, hoping to stave off the burning you feel there.

Yeonjun steps forward to touch your elbow. “Princess, you don’t have to tell him,” he says so softly his words are almost lost in the wind. He gently applies pressure to his grip, signaling he’s ready to whisk you away if needed.

            “Yes, I do,” you reply with finality.

            Wooyoung, who has only been watching with eyes that first betrayed his curiosity then his concern, straightens and says, “We can resume this conversation another time, Your Highness, if you wish.”

            You try to keep the sharpness from your voice when you answer, “I do not wish. I’m not some delicate hothouse flower.” You need to tell him.

            The men trade looks, but Yeonjun drops his hand and Wooyoung resumes his position against the tower wall.

            “The pirates slaughtered my crew in front of me, including my bodyguard, Taecyeon.” Even saying his name aloud causes your heart to spasm. You focus on the sea, watching one of the fishing groups grow smaller and smaller as it slid into the open ocean. “He was the closest thing I had to an older brother. They only left one of the crew alive, barely, to return home and deliver the ransom demands. I was bound and thrown into the hold.

            “A storm hit the ship just after dusk. All I could see was lightning and the waves crashing down. I was drenched and convinced I was going to die in that miserable hole. Then, the hatch opened. I thought it was one of the pirates come to do the unspeakable to me, but it was the cabin boy.”

            Wooyoung shifts his shoulders, his gaze sharper, but he doesn’t interrupt.

            You slip your hand into your pocket, fingers gliding around the metal. The familiar gesture does nothing to calm your heart that’s suddenly galloping in your chest. Licking your lips, you continue, “He hauled me from the hold and pulled me to the side of the rolling deck. I don’t know how no one stopped us, maybe they were too busy fighting the storm in the dark to notice. The cabin boy unfastened a dinghy and put me into it. As he pushed it towards the edge of the boat, I begged him not to, sure I would drown. He told me he had no choice; he’d heard some of the crew arguing with the captain that the only way to end the storm was to kill me. It’s bad luck to have a woman on board, they said.”

            Wooyoung jolts forward. His movement startles Yeonjun, who swings his sword upward so its tip points at Wooyoung’s heart. Heedless, Wooyoung stutters, “P-princess—”

            “As you can see, I’m very much alive.” You face Wooyoung, as much in the thrall of his gaze as he is yours. Your chest feels tighter than the stiffest corset. “But sometimes I don’t wonder if it was because of what that cabin boy gave me just before he pushed the dinghy into the sea. I assume you know the sailor’s superstition; an earring can prevent drowning.”

            Heart in your throat, you pull your hand from the folds of your dress. One by one, you unfurl your fingers to offer Wooyoung your palm. A single hoop earring of silver sits there, the ring broken only by a pearl no bigger than a seed.

            Wooyoung gasps. He scrambles at the throat of his jacket, ripping it open to expose the white shirt beneath. A black cord rests around his neck. It snaps as Wooyoung pulls at it. From the cord hangs a pendant. The morning light makes the gold setting glitter and plays among the river of colors in the mother-of-pearl, making the small dolphin appear as if it had jumped from the waves below.

Stretching out your fingers, you trace the pendant’s outline. After so many years, the beloved treasure of your childhood is just as you remember it.

Wooyoung clears his throat. His voice carries the slightest tremble as he asks, “It really is you?”

He remembers.

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Fragile

John Wick x reader. Requested. (A/n- I know there were other requests before and I’m working on them but this kind of just happened)

John had been home for a couple hours since his last job. It was easier than the bounty suggested, though, he was grateful. He sat on the living room sofa, his dog next to him, his hair still damp from the shower. John was tired, but not tired enough to go to bed. Though, even if he was, he still might not have gone to sleep, not until Y/n got home. 

It had been so long that they had done jobs separately that John had forgotten they kind of anxiety that accompanied the hours he spent waiting for her. Y/n was skilled beyond compare, and she was always cautious, but still, he worried. She was his girlfriend after all. Worried thoughts bombarded him in a flurry, maybe he should have gone with her. Or maybe he should call her now, no, that would just distract her if she was still busy. Why was Y/n taking so long? When they had separated a couple days ago for their jobs, both in state, his is San Francisco and Y/n’s right there in New York, they had assured each other that they would see each other that night, despite whatever came up. It was a big promise coming from to two people who normally weren’t even guaranteed tomorrow.

Sighing, John got up, much to his dog’ s annoyance, and went to pour himself a drink. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so anxious to see someone. It was a nagging feeling that settled uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. The kind of feeling that made John think that if he thought about her hard enough, if he repeated her name like a mantra in his mind, she’d show up and they could finally go to bed, tangled up in each other. Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.

As if on queue, the sound of the door opening disturbed the buzzing silence and John left the glass on the kitchen counter, jogging to the front hallway. There she was, finally. Without a moment of greeting, he approached her in three long strides, pulling Y/n flush against him. “You’re home,” he kissed her hair lovingly.

“I am,” Y/n chuckled quietly, wrapping her arms around John, affectionately rubbing his back over his shirt. “I’d didn’t think you’d be this, happy to see me.”  

“I’m always this happy to see you. I love you,” John kissed her again and then pulled away to give her a once over. Just noticing several minor cuts and bruises littering her face and the exposed skin at her neck, chest and arms, frowned. The worst of it seemed to be a gash at her scalp that might need stiches and a split lip that was still bleeding. “You’re hurt.”

Y/n smiled lightly at John’s concern, “Don’t worry, it’s not that bad. Nothing a shower can’t fix.” Slowly, she shrugged of her jacket, wincing at the usual sore muscles that accompanied a recently completed job. When his frown didn’t subside, Y/n cupped John’s face, his short scruff ticklish beneath her fingers, “I’m fine John.”

John’s hands raised to circle each of her wrists, kissing the inside of her palms before pulling them away from his face and leading her to their bedroom upstairs. Wordlessly, he indicated for her to sit on the neatly made bed while he disappeared into the bathroom, returning shortly after with a basket of medical supplies and a first aid kit, “John you don’t have to-”

“Just let me take care of you, please?” He silenced her protesting with a pleading look and when Y/n didn’t make another move to stop him, John took the chair from her vanity and situated it in front of Y/n’s place on the bed. Expertly, he slipped on a pair of pale blue latex gloves and cleaned around the wound with antiseptic wipes as gently as possible. When Y/n hissed in pain, John pulled back a little, not wanting to hurt her, “Sorry,” he mumbled quietly.

“It’s okay, there’s been worse,” she assured him, placing her hands on his knees. “You know,” Y/n began quietly, interrupting the comfortable silence, “I didn’t even realize that I had gotten this until you pointed it out.”

John sighed, though it was more of an inaudible exhale, “You need to be more careful. You told me it would be easy and now you’re hurt,” his tone wasn’t harsh or angry, but there was a seriousness in his voice that told Y/n that he wasn’t upset just concerned. Maybe more concerned than warranted.

Here we go, she thought, rolling her eyes and hoping that John didn’t see it. She was always careful, it’s not like she walked into to a room full of men asking to hit her head against a wall, some things were just part of a night at work. She knew he cared, that John just wanted her safe, and she understood, but Y/n hated seeing him worked up over little things. When he felt guilty, it made her feel guilty. “I was, I promise, but you know these things happen.”

“They shouldn’t. If you were really paying attention, then this wouldn’t have happened and you would have had the upper hand. Y/n, you need to think things through, calculate and have a little more caution,” as John finished the stiches, he cleaned the area again and put a protective band aid over it, quickly moving to attend to the smaller injuries which mostly consisted of shallow scrapes and cuts. 

“I was paying attention,” Y/n countered. Huffing, Y/n grabbed John’s busy hands, stilling them in her loose grip, “Look, we both know what can happen when we go out there. And that’s why we go together, but sometimes, when I have to let you go alone, I trust you to come back to me all in one piece. I trust you because I know you love me and that you’d do everything in your power to make sure we’re together when it’s over. I trust you to live John, which is a lot for people like us. Don’t you trust me?” Y/n’s eyes were wide, searching John’s face, begging him to relax a little, and see things her way.

“Of course I trust you,” John sighed, glancing down between them, watching as their fingers interlaced, “I do, but I can’t lose you baby, you’re everything to me. ”

“You won’t,” Y/n promised, pressing her forehead to his, ignoring the faint throb of the new stiches. 

John sighed, pulling Y/n off the bed and into his lap, “You can’t know that for sure. When you come home like this, it worries me than one day, you won’t come home at all,” John’s eyes shone with real fear.

Y/n herself had to blink back burning moisture in her eyes, she always knew that he worried, but this was more than she thought. Sniffling quietly, Y/n kissed him quickly then reassured him, “You’re right, I don’t. But I do know that it’ll take a lot more than some assholes with guns and knives to keep me away from you.”

He still seemed worried, but a little satisfied with her answer, “Good, ‘cause I don’t know what I’d do without you,” his hands slipped out of hers, going around Y/’n’s waist, settling on her lower back while she looped her arms around his neck. As they kissed, slow at first but quickly growing heated, Y/n leaned further into John’s chest and if they could have melted into each other, they might have. “You should let me finish,” John mumbled quietly  against her lips.

She smiled at his persistence to patch her up but didn’t pull away, “We could always finish in the shower. I’m sure we’ll both have a lot more fun in there,” Y/n giggled playfully.

Abruptly John stood, letting the chair hit the carpeted floor with a soft thud, Y/n still in his arms, her legs hooked around his middle. “I think you’re right,” he smiled, walking them through the bathroom door, setting her down so they could help each other undress while the water heated up.

Like giddy, love drunk teenagers, Y/n and John stripped each other between heated kisses. Finally when they were under the warm spray of water, John pulled away for a second, regarding Y/n with eyes filled with desire and love, “I love you Y/n, so much.”

Y/n’s lips, swollen form all the kissing, titled up into a sweet half smile, “I love you too John,” their lips were about to meet again when Y/n pulled away, look at him curiously, “Didn’t you shower before I got here?”

“I did, but I should shower with you anyway. Just to make sure you aren’t to hurt,” he smiled suggestively.

“And what if I am?” Y/n giggled.

“Then I guess I’ll have to kiss it better,” with that, John began to kiss the bruises on her face and neck, working his way downwards. And Y/n so much better that she couldn’t even find the words to describe it.

The End. (So I’m terrible at endings these days, but I hope this sufficed)

[carryonmywaywardwriters]

Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: There! Finally got it to a more tolerable place. As usual, feedback is always incredible. I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Smut right from the get go. Pranking. 

Word Count: Roughly 3,400

“God, Sam.” You moaned out; not caring who heard past the thin walls in the bunker.

His long fingers turned out to be good for something. As they stroked inside of you, you were sure you saw heaven. His mouth trailed hotly across your skin. Stopping only to suck here, and nibble there. So confident that it was nearly criminal. Almost as though he'd been trained to hit every sensitive spot a woman's body possessed.

Sam crooked up into your g-spot while his other thumb rubbed firmly over your clit. Driving you to the breaking point with every touch. You clawed at him. Begging him to give you more. He didn't give in, though. Not until you were screaming his name as you came.

The erection lining up to you was thick and heavy when you were able to focus, again. Your hips lifted, trying to meet him in the middle. Desperate for more. He wasted no time, pushing into your waiting body in a single thrust. Groaning at the slick feel of you squeezing around his dick. Sliding in a little deeper at your broken whimper.

As soon as you were ready, he picked up speed. His hand braced on the bed beside your head. The other guided your hips. You moved with him willingly; demanding everything he could give in the process.

His thrusts slammed your body further up the bed. The headboard rocked roughly into the wall. But, nothing slowed him down. If anything, you both fed off of the harsh sounds until you were crying out his name in another orgasm.

When you came back to earth, he paused just long enough to smirk down at you. Sweat stuck the chestnut locks to his forehead. His lips were a deeper pink from all the work he'd put in. Huffing deeply, he shattered the fantasy, “So... who's the one who can't last?”

Your eyes shot open at that arrogant line. Only to realize that you were alone in your bed. Again.

It was official. Sam Winchester had somehow, successfully destroyed your mind and ovaries. Using nothing more than his veiled threat the week before.

The first dream could be labeled as a fluke. By the fifth? It was undeniably a pattern.

With an annoyed groan, you climbed to your feet. A slow waddle to the mirror only proved the horrible truth. Your cheeks were still too warm. Eyes too dark and dilated. A light sheen of sweat still coated your skin.

The large jerk had ruined you. You curled your lip at the thought. Internally, you started talking yourself down.

Just because you two had one weird moment where sex charged the air didn't mean that you had to sleep with the man. It didn't matter that your body and subconscious had locked onto him. You'd sooner find a stranger.

You changed into a pair of jogging shorts and a loose tank top that had once been Alice's. Your phone was strapped to your arm, and headphones plugged into your ears before you headed out on your morning run; determined to get the younger Winchester off of your mind.

After all, remaining in the bunker after the night before would be dangerous. A small smile played on your lips as you jogged out into the daylight. Enjoy your day, Sammy...

–

“Just like that.” Sam coached in your ear as you whimpered lightly; grinding yourself against his erection.

His hands kneaded into your thighs in encouragement. It was a new experience. Being in complete control over you. Making you writhe. Forcing you to lose the never ending sass. It took every piece of self control to not turn his head a little further and clamp down on the damp skin of your throat.

You sank down on him slowly; digging your nails into his shoulders. A heavy gasp escaped your lips as your body stretched to accommodate his length. It was his turn to moan as he felt your wet heat squeeze lightly around him.

One hand gripped your ass, and the other dug into the flesh at your hip forcing your body to move how he wanted instead of the slow grind you'd tried to start. You'd been on the edge before he'd pulled you onto his lap from all the time he'd spent teasing your clit with his tongue. All it took was two deep, hard thrusts and you exploded around him with a scream.

When you started settling down, he kissed deeply along your throat. Yanking harshly on your hair enough to give his mouth access to the damp skin he'd wanted to taste. Resisting the urge to sink his teeth into the soft meat of it. Sam didn't give you much time to recover. A broken whine left your lips when his hips shoved upwards.

“Sam...please.” He wasn't quite sure if you were begging him to end the torture he'd been putting you through or if you wanted more. He just knew he didn't want you to stop.

“We're nowhere close to being done, Y/N.” He promised huskily, moving you along him with vigor.

“You're going to- oh!” Your head was thrown back as he hit a particularly sensitive area. “Kill me.” You panted out, scratching deeper into his bicep.

“That's the goal.”

In no time, he had you screaming yet again, “Sam!”

Sam's eyes opened slowly. To his empty bed. He was so hard it hurt. Far from the first occurrence. He'd started dreaming about you since your night of failed rebellion. His mind stuck on the unusual tension that had sprung up between the two of you before.

Over the week alone, Sam managed to keep you contained; much to your displeasure. You were clueless when it came to the inner workings of vehicles. Meanwhile, Sam had learned from the best- his older brother. It had been child's play.

The only downside? You were around nonstop. The dreams muddled his mind. Forcing him to zero in on you whenever you were within proximity.

The more he tried to ignore you, the more you seemed to pop up. He'd gone on a run the night before, thinking it would help clear his head. He'd almost crashed into you about a mile down. It was as if he had pissed off one of the fates again.

To make matters worse, you'd decided that he was the devil. Not Lucifer or Crowley.

You shot him dark looks, knowing he was the one who'd disabled your vehicle. However, that was far from the end. The meals had stopped; leaving him to fend for himself. His laundry ended up removed from the washer- sopping wet and soap filled- and left in the clothes basket. A million tiny things. Nothing compared to what he knew you were capable of, but it crept under his skin all the same.

As he climbed into the shower, he couldn't help but to acknowledge that he'd lucked out as a whole. You'd been more than merciful over the last few pranks. That is, until the noticed that the water running over his body carried a trace of grit.

“What the-” Sam looked up at the shower head, and sure enough, the water was the color of fresh blood. “Y/N...” He gritted his teeth tightly, tasting the hint of watered down koolaid that dripped over his face. He'd gotten too comfortable too soon.

The water ran cold before the water was usable. But, he was a hunter. He could tolerate that. Anything to get the cherry red dust off his skin. Sam settled into the spray, only to find that his soap wouldn't lather up. Closer inspection showed that it was covered in a clear sheen of nail polish. Distrustfully, he tested his shampoo. When his chest hair didn't simmer off, turn color, or any other noticeable side effect, he used it as a body wash.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end. As he sprayed his cologne, Sam discovered it had been replaced with perfume. Not any perfume, though. It was a cloaking brand that filled his lungs until they burned.

When he turned on his computer afterwards in an attempt to find an excuse to leave the bunker, he couldn't access any of the icons on his screen. It took him roughly five minutes to figure out you'd hacked into it. You'd deleted all of his icons after changing the background to a screenshot of his usual desktop.

Having had enough, he shot to his feet. Slamming into your room, he found it empty. Every inch of the bunker left him suspicious. However, you were nowhere to be found.

Sam tugged out his cell to give you a piece of his mind. Only to find his phone stuck in Japanese. It took him half an hour to fix that one. He had no idea how you'd managed it all without him realizing, but he was too furious to appreciate the work you'd put into your revenge. He didn't even bother to call you when he was done fixing the device. Too wound up to speak coherently. Even to your voicemail.

When he went to attempt to prepare something edible to hold him over since you were on strike, the eggs wouldn't leave the carton. You'd glued them down. He smashed two, trying to pull them out. Sending the yolk all over his clean clothes. By the third, he thought he'd gotten clever. He cracked the egg over the pan. Instead, nothing happened when he'd carefully maneuvered it. Only to discover that it had been soft boiled. Just enough to throw him off, and keep him hungry.

The coffee he made ended up being a bitter tea. When he tried sweetening it a bit with sugar to make it more bearable, he discovered it was salt. The Oreo he went to eat was filled with toothpaste. Nothing in the bunker was safe to him after that.

It was an easy fix to get your car up and running. He was determined to get something to eat that hadn't been tampered with before hunting you down. As soon as the vehicle turned over, the windshield wipers went up; staining the window with black window paint right across his line of sight. He figured it would be a simple resolution. Only to find that there was no windshield wiper fluid left.

You might not have known how to work on a car, but you'd had no problem 'cleaning' the windshield until it was gone before dumping out the spare kept at the bunker. If he wanted to leave, he was going to have to scrub it off of the windshield the old fashioned way. Further delaying him.

He decided at that point that you were well on your way to being a Knight of Hell, at the very least. Crowley was less of a pain in the ass. Cursing your name, again, he slammed his head down on the horn.

--

“Hey,” Dean walked into Sam's room in the early afternoon.

“Hey, when'd you get back?” Sam pulled his shirt on. Still damp from his second shower of the day.

He'd been hoping to run into you during a jog, but you'd obviously found a way out of the bunker. The hunter hadn't seen you all day. It wasn't difficult to piece it together. You'd either sweet talked Bane into giving you a lift, or had hitchhiked the hell out of the area. He grudgingly acknowledged that you'd planned it all out rather well.

“About ten minutes ago.” Dean glanced out to see if anyone was around before he shut the door. Making sure you didn't walk by to hear what he had to say. “Now...what did you want to talk about?”

Sam had called him that morning, raving like a lunatic. Demanding to talk everything over with his older brother. Apparently the reminder didn't settle well with the younger man. He winced at the memory.

“Just needed to be sure of something.” Sam ran his hand through his damp hair. Looking more sheepish than ever before.

“Shoot.” Dean nodded warily, leaning against his brother's desk.

“You and Y/N... you're not...” Sam trailed off with a pointed little, awkward, shrug. Saying it without actually having to say, or rather ask, it.

“Oh.” Dean straightened up as if he'd been stabbed. “Oh, no.” His face scrunched at the very idea. “I mean, she's...she's something real special. I'd have to be blind not to have noticed. But, no.” A shudder ran through the hunter. After a moment of thought, he continued. “Kissed her once. Not too long after I met her. It was just... not passionate.” He wrinkled his nose at the memory. It'd been the most awkward romantic experience in his life. Then, it clicked who was asking the question. “Why?”

“I always...well, I kind of thought...” Sam trailed off, and nodded to hedge the idea out. Dean got the message loud and clear. His face contorted at the very thought. “It's stupid. Never mind.”

“Damn right, it is.” Your best friend hissed out in dismay. “What the fuck brought this on, anyway?”

“Not what you're thinking.” The younger brother managed dryly.

“Then what, Sam?” Dean wasn't convinced. There was just something about his brother's face. Sam had almost looked relieved to hear it from him.

“She just went out, and it got me thinking.” Sam brushed it off, kicking his feet up on his bed. “Didn't seem quite right for her to go out to try and get laid if she had something going on with you.”

“Right.” He didn't buy it for a second. His eyes narrowed in obvious warning as he looked over at the taller of the two. “She's going to be back in a few hours. No paybacks, Sam. As far as I'm concerned, you two are even. I'm not getting caught in the middle of this. Again.”

“You don't want toothpaste stuffed Oreos?” Sam's smile twisted up wryly.

“You're the one who hit hard first.” Dean pointed out, loyally. “She just took it up a notch. Don't dish it out if you can't take it, Sam...” Trailing off, he turned to sniff. A second followed. He'd noticed it when it first came in, but it was getting stronger with the door shut. “Dude, why does your room smell like lavender?”

“Y/N. Hidden air fresheners. I've found three so far. ” He glowered as he took a deep breath.

At first he'd thought it was a kind gesture. A peace offering of sorts. Then, it had grown to be overwhelming as time went on. His eyes watered from the strength of the stench.

It was revenge. Plain and simple. He'd never be able to smell lavender the same way. A hell of a problem since most women seemed to be fond of it.

“Well,” Dean didn't bother to try to hide his grin. “Could have been worse. Could have been Cod, like I suggested...”

“You were helping her?” Things were rough enough with the one against him. Sam would be powerless against both.

“She didn't listen to anything I suggested.” Dean shrugged; his lip popping out in a small pout. “I guess she did okay on her own.” Okay? Sam's mind couldn't wrap around the word. You'd passed 'okay' on the prank scale once you'd hit his computer. You'd excelled at the war.

“Whose side are you on?” Sam asked, grudgingly. Wondering just how much ammunition you'd been given.

“I'm neutral territory, Sammy.” Dean grinned broadly. Then, it fell slightly as his mind started working.

“What?”

“You're my brother...I'd do anything for you...” Dean's jaw worked as he forced the words out. “I'm asking this as a favor to me, not for her. She'd kill me if she knew I was talking to you about this...” Sam narrowed his eyes a bit. Not liking where it was going. “Lay off a bit. She's having a hard time, lately.”

“You think I'm the cause?” Sam didn't buy it. Not with how you'd risen to battle.

“Part of it.” Dean answered honestly. “I think there's more to it than that, though.” His hand came up, wiping across his face lightly. “She's living for us, Sam. But, she never gets out. She never gets to meet new people...”

“Dean.... no-”

“I want her to come out on the road with us. It's been a bit since she's been out on her own. She's probably a bit rusty. With both of us there, there's no chance of her getting hurt.” Sam didn't agree. At all.

Dean was going to get you killed. He was sure of it. When he'd tried to mention it, Dean was unconvinced. Sam wasn't getting a choice in the matter. Great. Just great.

–

You'd stayed away until you were absolutely positive you had Dean as a buffer after the- totally justified- warfare tactics you'd thrown towards his brother. You hadn't seen him until Dean called you to dinner.

The table was lined with take out. He had no idea what you'd contaminated during your prank frenzy, and didn't bother to find out. Smart man. You were the only one who knew what all had been hit.

It was hard not to take great pleasure in the bit of hesitancy Sam had when he saw you. It took him too long to sit. As if the chair would fall apart beneath him. You weren't that juvenile. You'd simply hit where you knew it would hit the hardest. His chair hadn’t been included in the mix.

Small talk filled the room as you all scarfed down the Chinese. About the current hunt. The upcoming one.

“We want you to come with us.” Dean stated simply, making your fork stop before it could reach your open mouth. Slowly, you lowered it back to your carton. Your brows pinched together as you replayed the word 'we' in your mind. “Right, Sam?” Dean looked pointedly at his brother, who appeared to be more put out than anything. But, he nodded, and even tried to send you a friendly smile. Now, that's new. Your eyes narrowed distrustfully in response, making Sam turn to his brother with a look that said 'told you'. “See? It'll be great.” The older brother did his little fake smile, as if he was truly convinced the hunt wouldn't end in death of you or Sam. “Please?”

“I want my own room-”

“Deal.” Dean agreed, slamming his hand down on the table hard enough to make you and Sam both jump at the sound. Wide eyed you stared at him. He cleared his throat lightly, and pulled his food closer to him. “It's settled then.” He took a bite, looking down to try and play cool.

“You didn't even hear the rest of my stipulations.” You pointed out, a small smile pulling your lips almost downwards as you tried to hold it back.

Dean's head shook fiercely, “Doesn't matter. We'll do it.”

“We will?” Sam turned to his brother as if he'd sold his soul again. A grunt followed a thump, before a pained look your way. You had little doubt that Dean's boot had hit Sam's shin. A pitiful, entirely false, smile was sent your way before he gritted out, “We will.”

“Well then,” You grinned towards Sam, mischief glinting in your eyes. “Who am I to say no?” If looks could kill, you would have been a goner.

Dean carried an air that was a little apprehensive, but determined. You? Sam would describe it as devious, and plotting.The older man saw something else, though. 

You appeared more thoughtful as you glanced over at Sam after a moment. Almost hopeful. As if you wanted the chance to prove yourself to the other half of the Winchester duo. He turned his eyes back to his sibling. Sammy kept peeking your way when he thought it was clear.

Something had shifted. It was subtle, but undeniable. Dean chewed his food, looking between you two for a second time. He definitely hadn't imagined it. As if it hadn't been bad enough before...

Part Five

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[halfblood-fiend]

A Qunundrum, Remastered - Rylen x Adaar

Knight-Captain Rylen was a simple man just trying to get through his new life in the Inquisition. Keram Adaar is a Qunari, enough fucking said. He made the grievous mistake of ignoring his instincts, and accepted the beautiful Qunari’s offer–after all, a woman is a woman right? And she’s got an ass to die for!–but every moment after…was completely unplanned.

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Words: 2,306

Rating: Mature

Warning(s): It’s definitely a lemon, a lime even

Author’s Note: This is, more or less, Quenching the Thirst in the Western Approach with minor updates, grammatical fixes, no word count limitation, and posted as an actual part of Qunundrum, instead of a prequel. From here, the story will change, I hope for the better, as I have spent most of today outlining and plotting where I’d like to to go. I’m hoping, tentatively putting a deadline into the universe of an update every one to two weeks until it’s finished. I hope.

Chapter 1 - He Was Predictable

The ever awe-inspiring Inquisitor Adaar invites Rylen to move the party upstairs.

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It was difficult, amid all the drunkenness and the shouting, not to get completely swept up by it all. When the Inquisitor appeared at the newly-taken Griffon Wing Keep with barrels of ale slung over both her shoulders to announce that she had freed the water supply for their soldiers, sealed away the Darkspawn and brought them a gift for their service, Knight-Captain Rylen had to laugh at her audacity. Whatever reservations he may have had in the beginning when he first learned of their Tal Vashoth leader had long since evaporated in the wake of her exploits across the country, and he was beginning to look forward to working with her in the Western Approach. If he dared say so, he may even grow to like the towering mage with her fierceness and her random acts of debauchery.

Too much like me, he mused, picking his way over slumped scouts singing a tuneless drinking song from the floor of the hastily erected Mess.

Rylen caught sight of their Inquisitor Adaar surrounded by more giddy, drunken soldiers. He watched her look over them all with a quirked eyebrow, a small secret smile tugging at the corners of her wide lips. She watched it all as if it was an amusing game for her. And maybe it was, he chuckled. How was he to know? He had never had any dealings with the Qunari before. Keram was his first.

He grinned at that and pushed the early stages of a dirty thought aside in favor of joining her at her table.

As he sat beside her, she nodded, acknowledging him. “Captain,” the Qunari woman said in her deep, vibrant voice that somehow reminded Rylen of summer nights back home. He shuddered.

“I see you have plenty of admirers now,” he told her, taking a swig from his tankard. His eyes roved over the troops at tables with arms slung around each other’s shoulders and made a mental note to let the poor sods sleep in a bit longer in the morning. But only a bit. “If you’re like this everywhere you go, it’s a wonder you haven’t taken all of Thedas by storm already,” he said conversationally.

Keram just laughed, sultry and strong. Though he hadn’t had many personal dealings with the Qunari, her smile seemed to be such a rare thing. Her angular features were better suited for scowling or sneering or being covered in gore. But her laugh? Andraste’s tits! That laugh reverberated right through him, messy helmet hair to toes. It was a strange thing.

“It’s easy to take a soldier’s heart by storm. Some ale, some sex…” she said over another chorus of toasts in her name from a neighboring table. She acknowledged them with a nod. “These men will be praising my name for weeks to come. Though, I do wonder, Captain.”

“What’s that, Inquisitor?” he prompted when she paused.

“Have you ever fucked a Qunari?”

Rylen choked on a gasp but managed to cover it with shaky laughter. “I-I—ahhh—have not, your Worship.” He cursed at himself for his stutter. The panic that appeared in his stomach was unusual for him, the kind reserved only for blushing Order recruits on their first nights at brothels. Rylen tried to cover his flush by raising his tankard to his lips and taking a long drink of ale to dislodge the sudden knot of nerves.

“Would you like to?”

He sprayed his entire mouthful all over the table.

Keram rose purposefully from her seat and made sure Rylen caught her satisfied smirk and the inviting tilt of her chin, before leaving him like a slack-jawed idiot gaping after the exaggerated sway of her hips. He watched her disappear around the corner before he regained sense enough to leap up and follow.

While she never looked back at him as she led him away from the festivities, he was sure she knew he was following her like a panting Fereldan dog. Maybe if he hadn’t already downed two mugs of ale, he would have known this was a bad idea, but when he watched the large curve of her ass as she climbed the steps, he was inclined to shout from the battlements that bad ideas were his specialty.

The woman stopped at the door to her quarters, cast him a heavy-lidded glance that heated his already burning body straight to his toes, and disappeared inside.

You’re a fool for thighs, don’t fall for it, he chastised himself before he licked his lips and entered the room after her.

Rylen didn’t know what he expected in the Inquisitor’s chamber: torture devices, naked Qunari statues, a dragon skin rug, at least, but Keram’s room was much the same as any other in the keep. Narrow windows, a sturdy bed, a fireplace, though what that was for, Rylen was never sure. It was always so fucking hot here—

Keram peeled the tunic from her body and turned to face him, causing him to lose track of every shred of sense he may have had left. Her pink-tinged skin looked almost sun-kissed, white scars crossing over her thick, muscled body. Like someone had tried to write a letter in white ink and lost track of their words after a look into her bright green eyes. He shook himself. He shouldn’t be gaping, there were far better things to do alone with a half-naked woman.

His crooked smile spread over his face and he hooked his fingers into her breeches and tugged her closer to him. She laughed again and sent thrills of excitement through his body.

Emboldened by that damn laugh, Rylen reached up and pulled her lips down to his—that would take getting used to if this was going to become a more common victory ritual. Her full mouth was hot against his own and he needed no more urging than that. His hands slid over her puckered skin, thumbing the worst of her raised scars and found the prize he came for: her tight ass and her lusciously thick thighs. He squeezed as hard as he dared and was graced with another rumbling laugh against his lips.

She pulled away from him and undid her breast band, watching him with her indulgent smirk. He hoped his eyes didn’t pop like a schoolboy’s when her large round tits bounced free right in his face. Rylen’s mouth eagerly closed around one of the dusky nipples that were too easily within his reach. Now this, he could easily get used to.

“Squeeze harder, Captain,” Keram said in between low groans that stoked a familiar heat in Rylen’s trousers, “You can’t hurt me.”

He exchanged swirling his tongue with rolling the pert nipple in his fingers long enough to look up and counter, “That’s not what I’m worried for, lass. I’d just rather not be tossed out that window because I did something you didn’t like.”

Keram laughed, breathy this time and Rylen felt the burning need settle in the depths of his stomach. Her hand ran through his hair, covering most of his head, he noticed, and he wondered how it would feel completely wrapped around his aching cock. His breath quickened.

“Don’t be foolish,” she murmured, tugging hard on the laces of his breeches, completely snapping them and freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. She leaned forward and Rylen felt her tongue along the shell of his ear. “I’d burn you to ash before I threw you out a window, Captain. Much quicker that way.” She pulled his earlobe between her teeth and Rylen shuddered violently. He had half a mind to believe she wasn’t teasing, but the other half of his mind had already fled him and could not have cared less. “Do whatever you want to me,” Keram purred suggestively, her long fingers stroking over his erection, her breath hot on his ear.

He made a guttural half-growl half-laugh and pulled away long enough to tear his shirt over his head. Keram hummed appreciatively at his exposed skin, running her hand over is chest, leaving a trail of fire.

“I mean it. Whatever you’d like.”

“Oh?” he chuckled, getting the most glorious idea. It was a terrible idea. “Well, if you insist.” Don’t do it!

He reached up to grasp one of Keram’s sweeping ornamented horns and yanked her face down to his level. The way her face changed instantly made him think that there, in fact, had been a line and he was about to die a fiery death, until she grinned the wickedest grin he had ever seen in his life and kissed him so harshly that he staggered back with the force. Her hands were merciless against his back, nails raking hard until he gasped. She devoured his pulse with her hot mouth, her large hand closing over his entire length and pumping hard and fast. He moaned—loud enough for the whole keep to hear, he reckoned—and bucked his hips against her hand, his eyes squeezing shut against the tightening in his stomach that threatened with breaking.

“Lass!” he groaned past clenched teeth, pulling a bit harder on her horn until she hissed. “Get over to that bed!”

She wasted no time in her compliance, releasing him from the blazing friction of her clutches and he struggled to regain control of himself, the pent desire uncoiling in him as surely as she had stoked it.

“Are you joining me, Rylen? Or am I to do the rest on my own?” Her voice roused him, and he watched, with what he can only imagine was a gaping mouth, as she smoothed down her stomach and her fingers disappeared below the ties of her breeches. She bit her lower lip and threw her head back, a long sensual moan rumbling deep in her throat.

This woman! Rylen laughed boisterously and nearly ran to the bed, tripping slightly over his blasted boots, and yanking them off with his heels as he went.

He eagerly followed her fingers with his own and made short work of her breeches and smalls. Before they had even crumpled to the floor, his hands were back on her, two digits pumping her as surely as she had seized him moments ago. He watched with rapt attention as her hands busied themselves with pulling on her own breasts, her eyes closed, her lovely mouth hanging open in a string of heavy pants and moans. The view had him bucking against her thigh, his body aching with need.

Rylen’s other hand smoothed over her hip and he trailed kisses down her lovely thigh.

Oh, Maker have mercy on his damned soul for enjoying this so much. A Qunari and a mage. The Maker would take him for this for sure. He slid another finger into her and groaned when she tossed her head back, keening. Fuck it, he decided, he was never that attached to his vows anyways.

Rylen reached her curls and caught her clit between his teeth, then eased the soft bite with the flat of his tongue working in tight circles.

“Ry-Rylen!” Her voice was thick with desire and was probably the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. If only he could make her scream now.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! He pulled his mouth and his fingers away suddenly and fumbled with his heavy cock. Maker, he couldn’t resist it any longer!

He slammed himself into her and felt her clench around his length. Fuck! Rylen’s fingers dug hard into the flesh of her thighs as his thrusts came fierce and fast. He shook the spinning from his head as he grated his teeth and prayed for stamina.

Keram met his every thrust with a hard slam of her hips, crying out for him. He watched as her hand traveled once again to her clit and she rubbed herself vigorously. Damn! This woman… He smiled wryly through the sweat rolling down his face. He was a goner, wasn’t he?

Pitching himself forward, Rylen clamped his mouth over one of her nipples, no easy feat when he was fucking her with such abandon. Scream for me, Qunari, he thought wildly. Scream, because I’m not going to—

And she hit it, hard. That crescendo he was looking for. The ragged shouts that he tore from deep in her throat mingled with his name, drawn out as harsh syllables. Sounded like magic. She clenched around him and a spout of downy feathers flew into the air as her back arched beneath him, throwing him off balance enough that he slipped out of her.

Not that it mattered much because, for fuck’s sake, he was finished. He came sticky and wet, still rocking against air, spurting himself over her stomach, and he groaned harshly as he never had before. Then her hand was around his cock again, coaxing everything he had from him. He twitched, groaning hard as she pulled, vicious in drawing out his orgasm until his legs trembled violently and he saw stars.

Glorious Qunari stars!

When she finally did release him, he sagged against her, falling happily, if exhausted, into her tits.

“You don’t disappoint, Captain,” Keram told him breathlessly, running her nails lightly over his scalp.

He sighed, shivering in utter delight and pressed his face further into her soft flesh. “Well… I’m here to serve, Inquisitor.”

Rylen grinned at the girlish giggle that escaped her lips. “Glad to hear it. The night is still young, after all. And, you owe me a new pillow, by the way.”

He lifted his face to fix her with his signature lopsided smile. He noticed a shred of fabric still hanging off one of her horns. “Oh, is that where the feathers came from, then?”

Keram threw a fistful of down into his sweaty face.

[kclenhartnovels]

Fishbones and Flowers

[A very quick backstory on a minor character who will probably appear in book 2 after Wolf at the Gates, but no one can stop me, so here goes. TW for spousal abuse, both physical and verbal. Also sex mentions, but nothing explicit. Minimal editing because I’m tired.]

“You’re useless, you know that? I don’t know why I even waste breath on you!”

Tal ducked, narrowly avoiding a pitcher thrown at his head. It smashed against the wall behind him, showering him with wine. A cup followed shortly after, striking him in the jaw when he straightened up. He flinched, showing his empty palms quickly. “Mads, please. What did I do?”

She crossed the space between them, brandishing another cup. Her skin was still ruddy from working the lumber yards all day, and he could hardly tell if the flush in her cheeks was anger, or just the residual effects of the sun. The look she gave him seemed permanent lately, nothing left of the softness and laughter he had fallen in love with. But it had to still be there somewhere, right?

“Are you so thick you don’t even know what you’ve done?” she snarled. She backhanded him with mug still in hand, then took a fistful of his shirt. Pain rippled from his jaw, and he tried to find focus on her face around the stars bursting in his vision. “I don’t know why I agreed to marry you. You don’t even bring in enough money to make it worth my while.”

“Is that why you’re angry?” he asked, putting his hands around her arm, leaning up on his toes to try and support his own weight, and take the strain off of her. “I have another job lined up. Caid and I--”

“You have another job lined up?” she repeated, and shoved his back against the wall. Wine soaked his shirt. “Your brother has another job lined up. He’s a mercenary; you’re nothing but a con man taking his prizes for your own.”

“Madiella, my love--”

“Don’t.” She let go of his shirt to grab his jaw, and fresh pain flared up the side of his face. “I don’t want to hear another word from you. I’m sick and tired of your excuses, and I’m tired of hearing your voice. Fix it, Tallionmarn.” She shoved him away at last, setting down her mug too-hard on the table. “And you can start by getting another jug of wine.”

Tal took in a careful breath, putting one hand on the wall to steady himself. He didn’t dare move until after she sat down, and even then skirted along the edge of the wall to go down to the cellar.

They were out of wine.

His chest squeezed, and he knocked aside a few crates and small barrels, searching the cramped cellar one last time. The scent of damp, cool earth felt like the promise of a tomb, and he could have curled up there rather than go back up and face Madiella with another failure. Maybe she wouldn’t notice if he snuck out of the house and borrowed a jug from his mother, or his brother. Hopefully she wouldn’t know if he went to Caid--again.

Years of mercenary work had at least given him a soft step, but while it would let him slide past his wife, his mother had much sharper ears. After fourteen children, that happened. Tal didn’t hear her, but she snagged his arm almost as soon as he entered the house, and yanked him around to face her. She was nearly five inches shorter than him, but still managed to pull him down to look him in the eye.

“Tallionmarn, you’re bleeding.”

He touched his lip; apparently one of the hits had split it, and he hadn’t noticed the beads of dark blood on top of the dark wine. “It’s fine, Mama. Do you have a jug of wine I can borrow? I’ll bring you a new one tomorrow.”

She pressed a clean cloth against his lip, and he bent down so she wouldn’t have to reach as far. “I don’t know what you see in that woman,” she said, almost too quietly to be heard.

“I love her.”

She scoffed. “Don’t talk while I’m fixing this,” she scolded, but there was no harshness to her voice. She dabbed at his lip, her fingers finding the bruising along his jaw. “You can have a jug of wine, my little bird.”

“Mama--”

“Caid’s outside; send him in to me when you go, won’t you?” She stepped back at last, fetching a jug and pressing it into his arms. He kissed her cheek, and tried not to think about how the worry lines between his mother’s eyes always seemed to deepen when he was around. His chest ached. So did his jaw.

“Mama wants to see you.” He tried not to look at Caid as he passed him, knowing full well he’d get another earful if he did. He felt his brother’s long look, but for once Caid didn’t chase after him.

He wasn’t sure if that made him feel better, or worse.

Tal didn’t sleep at all that night. He had dinner with his wife. He poured her wine. As the evening started to cool, he sat in her lap and ran his fingers through her hair. She apologized for hitting him. They had sex. The way her legs squeezed his hips, her fingers raked down his back and skipped across his burn scars, he was sure everything would be fine. 

But he didn’t sleep.

He curled one arm behind his head and stared at the dark rafters. Mads slept with her head on his chest, her dark hair spread over his skin so the tattooed eagles looked as if they were trapped in a thicket of thorns. The house creaked. Insects buzzed in the summer humidity. If he listened close enough, he could hear the ocean breaking against the cliffs. Mads breathed evenly. He couldn’t breathe at all. His jaw ached. 

When the sun rose and sent bright light stretching across the floor, they both got up. Tal made breakfast. Mads went to work. He cleaned up the house, and spent the day running small favors in town, collecting money and avoiding his brother, but for once Caid didn’t seem to be looking for him. For once, none of his siblings hounded his steps. When the sun started to sink low in the sky, horns sounded from the castle, and a procession of royal heralds and guard cleared the main street. 

"What's all this?" 

Caid appeared at his brother's side; for being such a large man, Tal was still surprised at how he could blend into the crowds and move like some massive phantom. He put an arm around Tal's shoulders, and it felt like a shield. He couldn't help but wonder when the blow would come.

"Announcement from the crown," Caid answered after a moment. 

"You say that like you already know what it is."

He shrugged. His arm tightened. Tal felt a squeeze of uncertainty in his chest. More and more people lined the streets, until at last a few royal guards preceded the King, who rode on horseback. "People of Reckson," he began, flowers twined in his crown in a promise of good news. Had it been anything else, it would have been woven with fish bones. "I come with glad tidings. Prince Xaviestrious has taken a bride. You shall have a queen."

A cheer rose from the people, though it was more polite than really excited. After all, the affairs of the royals were little more than gossip; everyone had their own business to attend to, even more so before the light faded. The King seemed to realize this, though, and didn't stand long on ceremony. A herald slipped through the crowd, and pressed a scroll into Tal's hand.

"What is this?" he asked quietly, but the herald had already left.

The King offered a wide smile. "My people, your future Queen, Madiella en Wuldcytter Aureth di Reckson."

Tal's hands shook. The scroll crinkled between his fingers. Caid's arm tightened around his shoulders. He couldn't get his eyes to focus on the ink, but it didn't much matter. He saw the royal seal, and Mads' signature at the bottom, and knew well enough what it was. Their marriage had been dissolved, by order of the King. And now, crowned in flowers and gold, holding the hand of the oldest Prince, his wife--his former wife--beamed at the crowd. They clapped appropriately. Tal tried to catch her eye. 

She looked through him.

His jaw ached. The polite cheer of the crowd buzzed like summer in his ears, too heavy and too hard to breathe, laden with biting flies and smoke off the salt marsh. In the pounding of his heart he heard the waves against the cliffs, breaking, receding, crashing, spraying, pulling, wearing away at the rocks day by day by day. Mads’ smile crested the water higher, beating against his chest. He was the worn rocks, jagged and smooth and aching. The sun faded lower, painting the sky a hazy purple. 

Two weeks later, Tal joined his brother on a ship, put his back on Reckson, and wondered if the sound of the waves, the buzz and reek of the salt marsh, the flowers and fish bones, and the lonely cries of the swooping sea eagles would ever leave his chest.

[sporadic-writer]

Ask and you shall recieve!

Straight out of the movies pt. 2 (or the sequel if you will)

Part 1 here

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: sometimes the sequel is worse than the original, but not this time

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You walked into the place you and the girls shared. After closing the door behind you, you leaned against it and looked in a spaced manner towards nothing. "Shhiit.. Did that really just happen?" You whispered to yourself.

Walking up the stairs, heels in hand, you entered the room you and Sam were sharing. She was on her phone in bed and under the covers. When you came back in she looked at you with a smirk. "How was the goodnight kiss with your movie star? He text you yet?"

"Amazing..! But he isn't my movie star Sam." You chuckled at everything. "And no he hasn't texted or anything. I don't expect him to right away. He's in a cab with the others. I texted him after he gave me his number and that is it. Probably won't til after he sleeps." While you spoke you changed and removed your earrings and put them away. Following that you plugged your phone in and laid down next to your friend. "What time you waking up?"

"I have no clue. Let's just sleep enough so we have no form of hangover."

You agreed with her and you both turned the lights off and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

Time Skip

You awoke to the door downstairs shutting. Next thing you heard was Liv saying to those awake that she had the food. Knowing you didn't want to miss anything, you pushed yourself out of bed, grabbed your phone, saw it was only 11ish, and headed down the steps.

Making a bee line for the kitchen, you grabbed some water and downed it due to being dehydrated.

"Liv if you got me my Dunkin order I will love you forever." You were on your phone and you looked up to a shock. Tom, Harrison, Mark, and Greg were all in the living room connected to the kitchen. Suddenly aware that you had your big Coca Cola shirt, rainbow cat sleep pants, and last night's makeup, which luckily held somewhat well, on make you a tad self-concious. "Uh.. sup guys!" You waved awkwardly, they laughed with your friends at your surprised face.

"Morning Y/N/N. They guys and Liv brought breakfast. Harrison texted me and suggested it. I said they could all swing by." Sam tossed you a breakfast sandwich and you luckily caught it and sat on the counter in front of them.

Taking a bite you glared at her. "Would have liked some notice.. I look like shit."

Tom spoke and looked at you sweetly. "Nonsense love. I love the pants actually. Suits you." Biting into the sandwich, you blushed and he winked at you. Smooth bastard. "Plus I wanted to come by and see if you are still interested in that date today."

"Oh she is! Aren't you Y/N?" Whitney sat next to Greg at the couch. She smiled, "We don't have any serious plans. She is all yours Tom." He smiled at her and back to you eagerly.

Looking to her you spoke. "I can answer for myself Whitney thank you. But yeah of course. When did you want to leave?"

Checking his watch, his TAG Heuer more like it, he shrugged and said, "Whenever works for you really. I didn't have any fancy shit planned."

"Don't worry, we will keep your friends occupied while your away." Mark's words and arms leaning on Harrison and Liv did leave you assured and not guilty for leaving.

Taking the last bite, you smiled and hopped down. "Awesome. Uh Tom I will go change and get ready then we can roll out. That sound good?" His eyes met yours and he smiled lightly.

"Perfect love." You kissed his cheek, surprising yourself a tad, and rushed upstairs. Once in your room you fixed your makeup, put on a casual and cute outfit, sprayed some perfume, then headed back downstairs. You smiled seeing Tom was waiting for you at the door. "Ready to head out?"

"Absolutely love." He opened the door for you and you both headed out and walked in the sun lit sidewalk of NYC. Grabbing your hand he smiled and said, "You look cute as hell. Don't get me wrong, that dress last night was really, really something, but jeans and a black tank top is a nice contrast. Plus, I love the bling."

"Thank you. I gotta keep up with your nice shit. That watch is incredible, and could cover my tuition I think." He laughed at this and thanked you. Next thing you knew you both slowed down and stopped in front of a horse and carriage ride. "Oh my gosh! How did you know? The girls told you didn't they?"

"Yeah I asked for ideas and they told me how your folks took one of these together." His hamd squeezed yours as he helped you in. After sitting you got closer to his side and his arm went around you. Peacefully, you and Tom strolled around the edge of the park and eventually through it until you reached the other side of the city. People watching while getting to know each other was fun. Luckily, Tom's thick sunglasses kept fans away.

The carriage slowed down near the south end of the Upper East Side. Tom tipped the driver, generously, you noticed and went back to your side.

"You hungry?" He looked at you as you took in the view of the city.

Facing him while you walk you said, "Yeah I could eat. Anywhere in mind?" As you spoke you scanned around. Not being from the area, you were a tad unsure of the local cusine.

"There's a place off 5th Ave. I like that I've been to before if that works?" Nodding eagerly he pulled you along and before you knew it, you were out of the bustling steets and in a little cafe. "This place has awesome lattes and stuff. And get whatever you want. My treat." You tried protesting, saying you would get it or split, but he refused.

You both ordered and awaited your food. There was a peaceful still in the conversation but he broke it. Not that you were complaining though. "So what are you studying at school?"

"Biology. Um mainly concentrating in ecology, conservation stuff. I also have a double minor in marine biology and history." You smiled as you spoke. You were always proud of your studies.

"Why history? It's still cool but kind of an odd ball to the other stuff." He sipped his Pepsi as he spoke.

Chuckling, you agreed. "Yeah I know but I took more courses than I realized and thought, what the hell, it won't hurt anything and it's interesting." Finishing the sentence you shrugged. The smile he gave you looked impressed, it made you blush and made pride swell inside you.

"That's very cool Y/N. Really it is."

"Oh I know!" You smirked at him. "But come on, you are the film star. Plus I do know how to use Wikipedia. Dance, gymnast, all that, very cool as well." Now it was his turn to blush.

"Let's call us even shall we love? Now don't let my hard earned money go to waste. That sandwich looks amazing. If you don't eat it I will." While you ate the getting to know each other continued. He told you about his younger years and you the same. He was something else. The feeling was quite mutual. The Brit was enamoured with your smile, charm, and intelligence. Plus, you didn't make a big deal of him being famous. It was a merely a bonus to him. He was already planning ways to treat you.

Eventually the night ended with you strolling the streets of New York. The 2 of you found yourselves watching a street show in Time's Square. Never before had you both taken in the little things, like a street performer, before. You were busy with school, he was busy with a demanding career. Despite that, together life was simple and it was just the 2 of you. Arms were around each other, everything was just like a movie.

"You know Y/N, I haven't had this much fun on a date in a while. Was this up to par with the movie-like moments we had last night?" The shine in his eyes from the bright lights surrounding you made them dazzle.

Genuinely, you replied. "Absolutely movie star. Also, quick note, I like when you call me 'love' it's very classic Brit of you." Your arms went around his neck while people around you on the side street continued on.

"Anything I can do to top it off... love?" The smile he gave was teasing. He knew just what he was doing and how he made you feel.

"Well. A kiss in Time's Square wouldn't hurt if that's what you mean?" With a smirk, he saw the same lights in your eyes as you did his. His one hand moved from your waist to your jaw. As his other held your waist, lips met in the middle and sparks flew. It wasn't altered by any alcohol or late of the night. His tongue grazing your lip signalled you to let him in for more. You smiled and moaned as the kiss deepened. It was pure movie bliss until someone walking bumped into Tom. Separating, suddenly you gasped in shock but laughed as you remembered all that was happening.

"Got caught up in that moment didn't we? Well, did that make the sequel good enough for you?"

"Oh absolutely. Now, why don't we get some ice cream and walk back? Tomorrow I need to pack a bit and we can discuss the continuation of this franchise."

"Oh so this will continue further? Mmm I like the sound of that." He lightly kissed you again. Together you ate a cup of ice cream as you walked back. As Tom and you laughed at a joke you made about the walk back being the credits rolling, he knew you were too special to let slip out of his grasp. This was probably going to be his favorite part for quite a while. Even in his own head he laughed at how corney that sounded, but the feeling was real regardless.

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