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"Your Majesty?" Enid pushes the black door open, looking down at her superior. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," the Queen is facing the window. It's dark outside. "There is important news."

"Well," Enid wiggles the fluffy ears on her head, "I'm all ears!"

The Queen mutters something under her breath in a different language. She turns to face the taller.

"There was a symbol of threat on the outermost edges of our wall." She looks Enid in the eyes. "From the Barclay monarchy."

Enid sputters, "I thought we were allies?"

"We were, but we refused to comply with their wishes."

Enid feels her hands tighten.

"What wishes? I thought our alliance benefited everyone in it?" Her hand falls to rest on the hilt of her sword. It provides some comfort.

"It did. But they got into a... disagreement with the Ottingers, and I refused to yield to them. So, as it stands, I've made enemies of them."

"Okay. With all due respect, your Majesty, I fall to see why this required me of all people? Shouldn't this be between you and your advisors? Or the head of the Royal Guard?" Enid tilts her head.

"I have spoken with them already. And they all said the same: I need someone to aid in watching me."

"But you're plenty strong and capable on your own?"

"Yes," the Queen nods, "that was as I said as well. But, they had a fair point." She walks over to Enid. She's so much smaller, Enid almost has to look straight down. It stretches her neck. She can't imagine how bad the Royal's neck must hurt.

"I need more protection, especially considering that Barclay is one of the bigger powers. So, you are hereby to guard me at all times."

"Oh—kayyyyy?" Enid watches her walk to her desk, taking out a quill and ink. "Why me, though? I'm hardly the best. I'm pretty sure the captain of the Royal Guard is better suited."

"Are you questioning me, Sinclair?" She raises an eyebrow. She puts writing utensils in her bag.

"No Ma'am!" The knight yelps. "Just— uh. Worried..." she clenches her fists and bites her lip, looking at the ground. "That you might've made. The. Wrong. Choice? Sorry?" She offers.

"Ha." Is the dull sound she gets. The Queen walks past Enid, right to her door. "Come. You are to guard me at all times." Enid squawks, almost falling with how fast she turns.

"Yes your Majesty!"

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It's surprisingly fun to follow the Queen around on her duties. Hah.

Duties.

She's much busier than Enid first thought. She knew the royal woman had things to do, but she always thought it was maybe three things and then she just sat in her room all day.

Turns out, she does stuff all. Day.

Enid doesn't want to sound bratty, but she's bored. She's stuck next to her Queen, listening to old people complain about old things.

Trees apparently need to be cut because of rain and rocks or something, there's some kind of small riot forming because of no honey being sold. There's some old woman who somehow killed a trained guard by scaring him. They aren't sure if she should be charged or not.

Enid wonders when this will end.

The Queen is nice to look at, at least. Enid consoles herself with looking at the fine silk and leather of her dress. She's pretty sure she actually knows the man that made it. Some farmer-semester who takes commissions. Enid should visit sometime.

She watches as the Queen tells off some idiot for suggesting something. She's not paying attention as to why.

She forces herself to look at everyone but the only person she wants to look at.

She wonders what's for dinner.

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The Queen's room is fucking cold, all the time. She understands that she likes feeling like a corpse, but Enid is about to lose her fucking mind. The metal of her armor is just becoming ice with how cold it is.

But she needs to wear it to keep them both safe, and it's rude to be unarmored as a guard. So, she sucks it up and calmly sits in the corner while her Majesty writes letters. She writes a lot. Enid wonders what they could be about.

"Blah, blah, blah, everything sucks and I'm mad." She mutters under her breath. That's what she thinks the letters say. What she likes to imagine, anyway. It's more fun than just staring at the wall.

She jolts when a voice speaks.

"Are you alright?" The Queen is facing her now. Dark eyes making her stomach knot and twist.

"Huh?" She asks.

"You've been glaring a hole in the wall for some time." The Queen blinks.

The knight nods.

"Yeah. I'm okay."

The Royal stares at her with an intensity that has her skin feeling hot under her armor.

"If you're lying, confess now. I will not have deceivers guarding me."

They have a staring contest for a few clock-ticks.

Tock.

Tock.

Tock.

Tock.

"Okayyyyyyyyy," Enid drawls, embarrassed. "I may have lied." She lifts up pinched fingers. "Just a little."

The Queen raises an eyebrow when she doesn't elaborate.

"Speak the truth, then."

"Well." She shuffles foot-to-foot, caught and flustered. "It's cold and I am so bored." Her voice gets whiny and she suddenly has the urge to scratch her neck with her sword.

"Cold?"

"My armor is made of iron and I'm in a freezing cold room. I'm in an ice block." She tries to keep her tone respectful. She hopes she's done it well.

"And bored?"

"With all due respect, I need enrichment. I feel like a horse not being given its sugar cube." Enid mopes, her ears dropping.

"Ah." The Queen says, calmly. She turns and grabs a paper, holding it out. "Here."

"What?" The Queen holds the paper aloft. Enid cautiously walks over, expecting rebuke with each step. She gingerly takes the written-on paper. Their hands bush.

"Help me review my letters. Be my aide. And take your armor off if it's distressing you." Enid swallows her spit and nods.

"Uh... are you sure? I thought it was bad to be unarmored. Rude."

"When have I ever been one to obey social norms?"

Enid presses her lips into a line. "Fair enough." She slowly takes off her armor, careful to not be too loud or damage the fine-crafted plating.

"I'm not the best writer," she takes a paper. "I don't think I could help you."

"Your eyes are better than mine. You could see something that I couldn't." Enid looks at the paper. She hands it back, pointing at a spot near the middle.

"You missed three letters and a period." A pause. "Ma'am."

"This will benefit us both." She takes the paper back, fixing her mistakes. "Unless you will tire of aiding me?"

Enid sits on the floor, crossing her legs so her sword's sheath doesn't sit at an angle and pop out.

"I don't think I could." She takes a paper, reading all the loopy characters and fancy words. "You're fun to be around."

She's warm.

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They're out on an excursion through some big-ass forest. Something about land markings and fruits. She didn't pay attention; she was focused on their hands touching while holding the horse reins.

("I am capable of controlling my own horses."

"I don't doubt you, your Majesty," Enid lifts her hands to placate, "but I don't think it's possible for you to take two separate reins and guide both horses smoothly. Ma'am."

The Queen scoffed. "Fine. The point you make has some sense. But you are the only allowed to aid me," she turned back to the wagon, climbing on, "should anyone attempt to remove you of your post, full permission to fight them."

Enid nodded. "Yes, your Majesty.")

The Queen's hand brushes hers every four gallops. Every 8 or so seconds. The cold of her skin against the warmth of Enid's is oddly soothing.

"We need to go left, there's a large amount of apple trees."

"Yes, your Majesty." She leans to the side to lead the horses correctly, and pushes their arms together.

"Sorry." She whispers, almost hoping the Royal doesn't notice.

"It's fine, Enid." The horses even out as they finish turning, almost falling off as they go up a hill. "You're just aiding me."

Her hands are so soft. Cold, too. So cold.

"Right," she agrees, ignoring how much she'd really love to take her Majesty's hand. "I am your aide!" She cheers.

"You're foremost my guard. You are only an aide because everyone else is too incompetent."

"You think I'm competent?" She asks. Her heart smacks her ribs.

"You're the least incompetent." She repeats.

In a rare bout of teasing, she grins softly.

"So I'm competent in comparison?" The Queen sighs, whipping her horse slightly.

"If it will make you quiet, yes. You're competent by comparison."

Enid smiles, tail wagging behind her.

She's warm.

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It's night, and the Queen insisted that she needed to go out for crow feathers.

"They hold ink far better than that of a swan." She was told.

Truthfully, she thinks the Royal is dramatic and likes the birds. She doesn't voice her thoughts, though. She'd get left in the middle of the forest if she did.

Enid holds the lantern while the Queen pokes at a fat bird, making it shake and lose a few of its dark feathers.

She waits patiently for her Superior to fill her little wicker basket full of them. It's weirdly nice. They aren't talking, but she feels close. Personal. It's nice to just follow and listen to the final bird calls and animals founding homes for the night.

It's still freezing, though. Her armor is ice-cold against her warm skin, sapping her of body heat. The Queen kneels down, rubbing her hand against the ground, checking for more quills.

"Enid?" She asks quietly, barely above a whisper. The Werewolf jolts.

"Ah— yes, your Majesty?" Her hands are held in front of her, polite and ready to aid.

"Do you..." her hand stays on the ground, but she's no longer moving it. "Do you ever regret becoming a knight? Being involved in royalty?"

"Uh." Enid lets a hand rest on her sword. "I... can't really say I do, your Majesty. If I may ask, what brought these thoughts to you?" Enid keeps her voice low.

"Sometimes I worry if you aren't happy." She rips a rose out of the ground, "protecting me. Being a part of my business."

"I chose to be a knight, my Queen. I made the choice to be involved in everything."

"Do you think you'd be happier if you did other things? A gardener, an animal caretaker. A medic." She places the rose in her basket. She stands up, and faces the knight. "Would anything else make you happier?"

Enid takes a second to think.

She hates the feeling of dirt on her skin, under her nails.

She doesn't have the stomach to handle all the grossness that comes with animals, no matter how cute they are.

She couldn't handle failing someone and costing them their life.

"No, your Majesty." She shakes her head. "Nothing."

She's warm.

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She's tired. She hasn't slept and she's been lying, because she needs to be good enough to keep the Queen safe.

Her armor is still sucking in the cold like a sponge, and it's making her sleepier.

It's the middle of the day; why can't the sun warm her at least a little bit?

"Stupid glowing asshole." She grumbles.

"What?" Comes sharply.

"Ah! Not you, you Majesty! The sun!" She explains quickly, waving an arm wildly to the window.

"The." The Queen turns to look at her from her chair. "Sun?"

"Yeah! It's—" now she's embarrassed. "It's cold and yet the sun is out! The big fuc— thing isn't warming me at all!"

The Royal just blinks at her, like she's stupid.

And looking at it: she's blaming the sun for not being hot enough to warm her indoors. Maybe she is.

Just a little.

"If you're cold, just strip."

"WHAT?!"

"Your armor!" The Queen adds, much too late to cool the blood rushing to Enid's face. "Take off your armor!"

"Oh..." Enid bites her lip. She's only wearing the standard tank top and thin pants— the armor is meant to keep her warm, but apparently, no one making the armor ever considered that maybe iron would intake cold and expel warmth.

She slides her sleeves off first, then the chest. The legs, then the armored boots.

It's still cold, but she doesn't want the Royal to get annoyed.

"You're shivering." Enid chokes.

"Uh... it's from... the... excitement of being a guard?" She says, voice rising in pitch.

The Queen stares at her.

"I'm freezing my tail off." She blunts. She wraps her arms around herself.

"Grab a blanket from my bed and get over here," a black-nailed finger points at her bed. "I need help proof-reading."

Enid slowly walks to the plush looking bed, grasping the first blanket she can. It's a raven colored one, thick and soft and oh-so-warm.

She wraps it around her shoulders and pads over to the Queen. She drops and sits cross-legged on the floor next to her chair, taking the paper she's handed.

She listens to the scratching of quill on paper, the quill being dipped into the inkwell. The Queen is a quick writer, she learns. But with that speed, she loses focus on her words and makes mistakes.

After a few hours, the sun goes down, and it's colder than before. The blanket does a good job on keeping her warm.

But is the Queen?

Enid looks up and she's shivering, ever so slightly. Her hands tremble from the frigid air. When Enid gets a letter, there's more mistakes and her writing isn't as neat.

She can hear the Royal's teeth chatter, short bursts of clicks. She pouts in thought.

'Could I convince her to put on a cloak?'

She stares at a tense jaw, shaking hands, and shivering frame.

Her Queen is cold, and it wouldn't befit her to leave the Royal cold and unable to do her job.

She takes the left side of the blanket and stands up, throwing it over her Queen.

It's big enough that she can sit down and still be completely covered, along with her Majesty.

Dark eyes bore into her. She grins.

"So you don't get too cold!" She says, looking back at her stack of papers. She sorts through them, and hands one to the Queen.

"You forgot to sign this one."

"Right." The hand that takes the paper from her is cold. "Thank you."

After a few beats, Enid feels a hand rub in between her ears, scratching at the base of her left one. Her tail smacks the ground.

She's warm.

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Since then, things have been nicer. The Queen is less cold, snappy. She's not talkative; Enid is pretty sure was born with resting bitch face.

Since their little...

Moment.

She's been calling Enid an idiot less, which is nice. It feels like they're some weird form of friends now.

Buddies.

Enid learns how she takes her coffee, which is apparently some kind of state secret. She was sworn to not telling any other living creature that she likes black coffee.

She's weird.

Enid doesn't mind.

She writes her own letters, sometimes. Never anything too important; she wrote a letter to Yoko. That was fun.

But now she's got a new issue.

She is touch-starved like a bitch.

She already doesn't hug anyone because of the 'it's rude to be unarmored' bullshit, plus wearing the armor constantly, and the only real physical touch she gets is getting hit during training.

So, to have her ears scratched by someone she trusts?

She didn't realize how starved she was until she was given just a crumb of touch.

And she is needy. She is so, so needy.

She tries to ignore how nice it felt, but damn is she a weak-willed woman.

"Enid?" The voice knocks her out of her thoughts.

"Yes, your Majesty?"

"When was the last time you slept?" Enid laughs nervously.

"Whaaaaaaat?" She says, shaking. "I slept on... y'know," she waves a hand in gesture, trying her best to remember the current date and pull something out of her ass. "Friday?"

The Queen's eyes get wide.

"It's Thursday." She hisses.

"Uh..." Enid smiles unsurely, "I took a long nap yesterday?"

The Queen's black eyes stare at her, unimpressed.

She clears her throat. "Sorry."

"You are going to sleep until morning," Enid opens her mouth to convince otherwise, but the Royal makes an 'ah!" sound. "This is non-negotiable. You are sleeping for at least a few hours." She pauses.

"You are of no use protecting me if you're too tired to fight properly."

"I truly appreciate the concern, your Majesty, but I assure you," she flexes her arm subtly, "I am able to fight just as well as ever!"

"So, if someone threw a knife at you, you'd dodge it?"

"Without iss—" s slap cuts her off. She wasn't even aware the Royal could reach her face.

"You can't even avoid a slap to the face. You have no chance to evade a sword swing." Enid rubs her cheek, whining.

"Did you have to hit so hard?"

"Pain is the best teacher." She turns around and faces the bed.

"Take off your armor and get in." Enid stops the passive aggressive comment she feels in her mouth and quietly removes the metal.

It's only once she's once taking off her left armored boot does the truth stab through her sleep-deprived mind.

"We're sleeping in the same bed?"

"Yes." The Queen takes the edge of the warm blanket from the day before and lifts it, sliding under it. "If you are still going to protect me, as is your job, then you need to be in close proximity."

"Close..." she whispers to herself, shaking hands grabbing the side of the blanket. She slides under it, facing the Queen and watching her quietly.

She sleeps weird; arms crossed like a corpse and lying like a log. Enid busies herself

Suddenly, the Royal turns to face her.

"Why aren't you guarding me?"

"I— I am!" She defends.

"You aren't; anyone could strike me. Protect me." She says.

"I— how?" She can't really think of anything else. Maybe she needs to get her sword?

"Cover me." is all the Queen says.

Enid feels her face heat and her heart beat faster.

"What?" The Royal rolls her eyes and takes a hand to grab Enid's arm, draping it across herself.

"Cover me." Enid nods, moves closer.

"Okay." She moves herself more and more, expecting reprimand with her every wiggle.

She's fucking cuddling her Majesty and the Royal is saying nothing of it.

Her heart is slamming her ribs, but this is too nice to let up.

She tucks her chin on her Queen's head, pressing her side against Enid's chest.

The knight feels her muscles relax, going slack and loose.

The Queen is cold, shockingly so. Like a block of ice.

"I'll... keep ya'safe, y'r Majesty..." she says sleepily.

She's warm.

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Enid wakes up to a body in her arms. She looks down to make sure everything is real, and the Queen has turned to her side and is snuggling back.

She carefully holds her tighter, trying to make sure she stays asleep. Enid would be executed if the Royal found out that she was being cuddled.

Enid holds her so close she can hear the other woman's heartbeat.

She's indulging herself, selfishly. Letting herself get a bit too close for a bit too long. Is it so wrong to want, though?

Ugh. She's been spending too much time with the librarian. She needs to punch a wall, or something. Maybe slam her head into a wall.

The Queen shifts, and all too suddenly Enid wonders if teleportation is possible.

"Why are you holding me?" Is the raspy whisper that questions her.

"You, uh... asked me to? To guard you, and you let me get closer 'till..." she looks at their bodies pushed together, canoodling. Platonically. "This."

The Royal blinks at her, sleepy and adorable threatening.

"Tell anyone of this," she points a finger at Enid's neck, "and I'll mount your head above my desk."

Enid mimes zipping her lips, twisting a key then throwing it away.

"Good." She hisses, snuggling back under the covers, pressing her face right into Enid's neck. "You will stay silent."

Enid has to force her jaw closed to stop herself from making a sound. Comedic timing is so good, but she'd prefer to keep her head stuck to the rest of her body, thank you very much.

She lets a hand rest on the other woman's head, the other falling to her lower back. Her hands leave the chilly skin warm under her palm and fingertips.

She shivers, because it's all so warm. Her skin is well heated and she feels so nice. It's been so long since she last had this kind of affection lathered on her.

She holds the shorter so close it feels like she's burning. She finds that it's surprisingly pleasant. She always imagined that burning would be painful.

She's warm.

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Things feel so nice. Enid's being hugged again; a small thing, sure, but sometimes after a calm day, she'll get a tight, snug hug from the smaller lady. It's so nice.

She's been one cloud nine for the past two weeks.

"Your Majesty?" She asks.

"Yes, Enid?" The queen doesn't look up from her writing, hands flicking and looping her letters.

Enid opens her arms slightly, some part of her still worried of scorn.

"Hug?"

The queen keeps writing with her right hand, lifting her left arm up.

Enid quickly half-wraps herself around the woman, melting into the touch. It's nice.

"Do you need help writing? 'Cause, ya know, I'm your aide and all."

"Hm. I have nothing for you to aid me in. I was simply reviewing a list of corrections from my advisers." The small royal takes a paper and hands it to Enid, then a quill. "Draw a picture of whatever you wish, though."

Enid takes the paper and sits on the floor next to the queen, hunching over to place her paper on the floor.

She's by no means an artist, but she thinks the black rose she draws looks pretty good. The stem is bent and angular, the petals weird and messy, but she thinks it's nice, regardless.

She looks up and the other woman is done writing, staring down at her with this look in her eyes.

"Creeper," she says grinning, "watching me. Pervert."

"I am your superior, Enid." Her voice is about as sharp as Enid's fluff-covered ears. "You'd do well to not misspeak."

"I'm your favorite of anyone in the entire kingdom." She would never dare to have said any of this a couple of months ago, but it's comfortable now. She knows her limits. "You'd be so sad if I was gone."

"Who said you were my favorite in any regard?"

Enid feels her heart slide down in her chest, her ears drooping. She faces back to her drawing.

"Oh."

She picks her quill up, doodling a little wolf in the corner.

A boot taps her forearm.

"You understand that I was joking, yes?" Enid looks up.

"You were?" She asks, voice wobbly.

"Yes." Cold hands grab her face, thumbing under her eyes. She hadn't even notice the tears building. "You are my favorite in every regard."

"I am?" Maybe she's fishing, but it feels nice to know the royal woman likes her.

"Yes." She leans forward and presses a kiss to Enid's forehead, "my absolute favorite."

Enid nods when she pulls away, savoring the warmth's imprint on her skin.

"Do you want this?" She hands her drawing to the shorter. Small hands take the paper delicately, flipping it to observe it

"I will protect it with my life." She turns and sets it on the table, smoothing it out and gingerly folding it into a little square, then sliding it into her breast pocket.

"Well, I'm protecting you with my life, so I think ultimately I'm protecting it with my life."

"Perhaps," a hand brushes her bangs off her face. "But I would protect with my life."

"Protect what?"

"We must get going, Enid." She stands up and grabs her own sword, pointing at Enid's with her finger. "We have work in the city."

"Yes, Ma'am!" She stands up and immediately falls back down. "I stood up too fast!" She stands back up and doesn't fall this time, grabbing her sword off the queen's bed.

"Let's go!"

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"We should get some sheep!" Enid declares. "For blankets!"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because," the woman faces away, slashing a vine with her sword, "I have you to keep me warm." She holds her arms open, waiting.

Enid squeals and scoops her up, pressing her against her chest.

"I'll keep you warm so long as you want me to!"

The smaller woman rests her head against a strong chest. Enid's voice vibrates her bones.

"Hm."

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("Your Highness?"

"Yes, Eugene?"

"Permission to speak freely?"

"Granted."

"Why Enid? She was hardly the best choice, and our near-conflict with Barclay is over."

"Is it? Or is this all an elaborate ruse to poison me? Or you?"

"Your Majesty, I have seen how you look at her."

"I have no idea what you speak of."

"I won't say a word, just... be careful. Enid's not the best knight, but she's a good person. I'd hate to see her hurt."

"As would I.")

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"We should get a blanket for us." Is all Enid says into the room while the queen writes. "That would be nice, I think."

The royal sits in her lap, her arms wrapped around her center.

"Hm. Maybe so, though I don't think that would work well." She gestures to herself, then Enid. "Our color palettes are extremely different. Pink and black would fit about as well as you and I." Enid pouts.

"I mean, I think we fit pretty well together." She rocks them slowly, subconsciously. "I think it'd be nice to have a together-blanket."

"I will look into it." She dips her quill in the inkwell. "For now, be quiet; I need to write."

Enid rests her head on the other woman's head, pouting despite the fact she can't see the knight.

"Spoil-sport." She kisses the smaller's head, mindless and uncaring.

They both stiffen, as if waiting for the other to react.

They don't react. No apologies, no sense of wrong.

Enid rests a hand on her thigh, the other on her belly.

They're warm.

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"Okay," Xavier starts in the knights quarters, "I can't be the only one to see how lovey-dovey Enid and the Queen have been, right?" He jabs a finger at the two, chatting while the Royal draws on a map.

"I mean," Yoko tilts her head side to side, not quite seeing it. "Maybe? I think Enid is just easy to get close to really fast. I guess even Royalty isn't immune to Enid's charming looks and sweet words." She sips her blood.

"I think Enid is just really nice and the Queen likes that." Is Divina's only input.

"Well," Xavier throws his hands up in exasperation. "I'm going to spy on them." He begins walking.

Ajax grabs his shoulder and stops him.

"You're going to spy on the Queen? With her appointed knight, who, while not the best in all forms, is by far the strongest, while the Queen herself has her own sword and poisoned dagger?" Ajax asks, snake wriggling under his helmet. "That Queen?"

Xavier stops and glares at the gorgon, reluctantly going back to his seat.

"Well." His jaw tightens. "Shit. Damn."

He drops back in his seat, crossing his arms. "damnit."

"I don't see why you're so upset," Yoko flies her left ring finger nail down, blowing the dust off, "it's not like you had a chance."

"I— HOW. DAR—"

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"So, I believe that if we grant ourselves a few hours to explore this area," a quill drags across the forest on the map, outlining it, "we could find the resources we need and more."

Everyone is silent, looking at the situation.

"Your Majesty..."

"Yes?"

The woman that spoke lifts a hand in gesture to the issue.

"Why?"

The Queen looks at where the hand points, referring to herself in Enid's lap, arms holding her.

"She is my guard. She needs to protect me at all times. And sh—"

"And I can do that better by holding her!"

The room gets suffocating, all the air leaving and abandoning them to die.

No one speaks over the Queen.

"What she said." Is her only response. "Now." She points at a lake on the map.

"Here, I know is a valley." She marks it. "I have hope for storage buildings so more houses can go in the main city."

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Enid doodles a little raven on the other woman's paper, small and in the corner. It's not like anyone will see it, so she doesn't care.

She adds a little wolf next to it, nibbling it. She giggles. She thinks the queen would like it.

She turns to face her back.

She's writing, like always.

Enid likes looking at her. She's pretty. There's freckles on her nose and cheeks, Enid noticed she has a tiny scar along her jaw.

She could give a perfect description of her.

"Enid, you're staring."

"Sorry, your Majesty," Enid lets her eyes trace the woman's nape, the outline of her shoulders under her clothing, "you're very easy to focus on."

"I would hope so. I must command the attention of any room I enter."

"Well, you do so very well."

The queen hums in appreciation, scratching her quill along the paper.

"Enid?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you still call me by my title? Surely we're close enough that you no longer feel it necessary."

"Oh..." she adds a snake, "I... never really thought about it, I guess. I always just thought of you as 'the Queen' in my mind, it never occurred to me to not call you that." She shapes a tree.

"...Do you know my name?"

"Yes!" She adds leaves.

"What is it?"

"Wednesday!" She fills in the trunk.

"Oh." She turns back to her paper. She's writing a letter of truce to Barclay. "I was hoping you wouldn't have known."

"Why?" She adds an apple.

"I would've teased you."

She gasps, and adds the apple's stem. "That's rude!"

"Hm. Would it ease my rudeness if I let you call me by my name?"

"Yes," she adds a storm cloud. "It would ease it greatly."

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She holds Wednesday closer as they relax. Presses her nose into the smaller's nape, enjoying the black ink smell. There's an underlying sweetness. Like... vanilla. Enid sighs.

"Something is wrong?" Enid nuzzles her, breathing her in.

"Nope," she kisses the skin, "just sniffing you. Enjoying our lil' snug."

"Mm." She grunts, pressing back into her knight. "I enjoy our time." She says.

"I do too! You need to let me paint your nails!" She grabs her hand, looking at them.

"I'll enjoy a bright, sunny day before I allow you to put color on me."

"I mean..." she pulls Wednesday's fingers apart, inspecting them. "Who said I'd paint them any bright colors?" She folds the other woman's hand and kisses the back. "There's black nail polish in some markets in the citadel. Give me some funds..." Wednesday's face scrunches up, turning away from Enid.

"Absolutely not."

"You're smiling."

"Am not."

"Are too!" Enid kisses her shoulder. "That's why you faced away." She leans into the smaller's ear.

"You didn't want me to see it." She sing-songs. Wednesday pushes on her hand, half-heartedly shoving it off.

"I turned away because..." Enid can see her jaw tighten, looking for some snippy comment. "Shut up. That's why."

"Wow, so regal and elegant. Such queen-like behavior."

"I will kill you."

"You wouldn't kill the most competent person in your life, would you?"

"Who said you were any level of competent?"

Enid blinks, grinning.

"You did." She makes a quiet 'boop!' as she taps Wednesday's nose. "You silly goose."

"I am no avian. And I didn't say that."

"Well, not exactly that," she drags her nails down the smaller woman's back slowly. "But you said I was 'competent by comparison' so," she clicks her tongue, "y'know."

"..."

"Come to think of it, wouldn't that make you a deceiver?"

"If you tell no one," she turns to Enid, looking at her face, "I'd be very happy."

Enid leans forward, pecking Wednesday's lips.

"Let me paint your nails and I'll keep quiet."

"..."

"..."

"Fine."

"Yay!

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"Y'know," Enid takes the hair-brush through dark curls gently, careful to not damage any of it. "I think you should let me style your hair."

"No."

"That's what you said about your nails!" She takes a section of hair, beginning to braid it. "And look at you now."

"You might have been right on my nails —also, you need to repaint them soon— but my hair is too noticeable to be changed without a reasonable explanation."

"Aw." Enid whines. She finishes off one braid, starting on the next.

"Couldn't the 'reasonable explanation' be that you love me?" She grabs a tie. "Could it be you don't love me?" She says, voice fake-dramatic.

Wednesday goes quiet as Enid begins the other braid, feeling the silkiness on her fingertips.

"Wednesday?" She makes a twist, "did I say the wrong thing?"

"I do love you." Her voice is stony. Hurt. "Did I fall to show you that?"

"No!" Enid walks in front of her, leaning down, "I know you love me. I was joking, Wednesday." She sees her shoulders loosen.

"Good." She sighs softly, "I was worried I didn't express it well enough."

"Any expression of love is enough from you, Honey." She walks back to behind Wednesday, actually starting on her hair this time.

"Is it?"

"Of course," she leans down and kisses her head, "because I know it means you trust me."

"Mm. Maybe I should fear for our relationship in front of you more often, if it means you call me Honey."

Enid drops the half-finished braid in her hand, yelping.

"What?! I didn't call you Honey!"

"But you did."

"Didn't! I called you... funny?"

"Sure you did, dear."

"Ah! See! You called me dear."

"I absolutely did, dear."

Enid drops the braid again, collapsing.

"Wednesday!"

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"Okay, I'm starting to think Xavier was right for once." Ajax stares at the Queen, sitting in Enid's lap and facing her, talking together. "That does seem a lil' sweet and loving, dudn't?"

"I can see it." Divina nods, watching as her Majesty gets up and walks into a different room, Enid trailing her. "I still think the Queen is just happy to have someone be close to her without an ulterior motive. I'd be pretty buddy-buddy if I was her."

"Oh, so when Ajax says it, it's a good point, but when I say it I'm jealous?" Xavier glares at Divina, "bullshit."

"I wouldn't think Ajax is jealous of a lesbian couple," Yoko looks at Xavier like he's stupid, "considering, y'know." She lowers her glasses to look him in the eye.

"He's a homosexual himself." She drinks her blood. "Plus, they're holding each other, and they weren't doing that when you said it."

Xavier mumbles Yoko's words back to her in an annoying voice.

"Annoying-ass..." he grumbles.

"Nuh uh." Yoko sticks her tongue out childishly.

Xavier stands up and draws his sword, entirely intent on killing her.

"FUCK YOU MEAN 'NUH UH'?!"

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Enid feels her hands shaking as she holds her roses.

She's about to ask the Queen on a date. Something that goes against royal law, and, if declined, could result in her being executed.

She waits for her Superior to get back, having been told to wait in the Royal's room. Something about Enid not being privy to information, and needing to wait.

She hates it. The black roses burn her hands and make her itchy feeling. She wonders if maybe she should leave. Run away. Change her name.

She giggles, nervously, imagining herself changing her name to Rose.

She doesn't think it would fit her. Maybe a color?

"Orange," she says to herself, laughing, "Imma name myself Orange."

"Don't ever change your name. It suits you far too much."

"AH!" Enid almost throws her flowers in surprise, yelping.

"Your Majesty! What are you doing— back so early?"

"The meeting ended sooner than expected, so I thought I would come back." She turns to her chair, pulling it out and sitting down. "Though, I would've stayed the extra time if I didn't hear you saying you would name yourself Orange."

Enid tightens her hold on the roses, licking her lips.

"Uh." She shakes the flowers, catching the Royal's attention. "Rose."

They both blink at each other, like deer staring at an actively flying arrow.

"Rose." She nods. Enid feels like death would be so nice. "Why?"

"Flower." Enid can feel tears in the corners of her eyes, but she keeps smiling because if she doesn't, she will break down. "Red."

"Are you alright?" The Queen reaches and presses a cold hand to her forehead. "You don't feel hot..."

"You." Enid's teeth press so hard it hurts. "Flowers."

"Do you need a moment?" Enid nods and swallows, turning away from her.

She takes exactly three deep breaths, then turns back.

"Flowers." She's shaking. "For you."

"Oh." The Royal takes them from Enid's hand, clutching them softly. "Thank you. I'll need to get water." She turns to place them in the pot that she doesn't own.

"And a pot."

"Date."

The smaller woman turns back. "Pardon?"

"Flowers. For date." She forces out. "Me?"

Her Superior stares at her for a long, long few seconds. Enid considers jumping out of the window.

"You... wish to romantically court me?"

"Yes." Enid whimpers like a hurt animal. "I want that."

"Then I agree." Wednesday stares at her, thoroughly unimpressed. "Is it that hard to simply ask me out? I thought you'd be braver than that."

"You scared me and you're so pretty, and I was worried I'd be executed in the town square—"

Wednesday lifts a hand, stopping Enid before she gets going.

"Why on Earth would you be executed?"

"'Cause... that's what happens to people who ask out royals and get rejected, ain't it?"

"No? Who told you this?"

Enid looks at her feet, weighing the pros and cons.

"Xavier..." she mumbles.

"Ugh." Wednesday groans, "remind me to kill him."

"What?! No!"

"I think he deserves it."

"But he's my friends' friend. They'd be sad. So, I'd be sad."

The smaller woman sighs, and hugs Enid close.

"Fine."

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Enid takes her to a cliff, overlooking a gorgeous little patch of forest, a large lake in the center.

Wednesday has her head in Enid's lap, enjoying the werewolf's hand stroking her unbraided hair.

"This is... perfect, Enid." Wednesday presses up into the hand rubbing her hair.

"I'm glad!" Enid leans down and kisses the top of her head. "I stole a map to find this place!"

Wednesday laughs, a from-the-chest sound. Enid feels herself fall deeper in love.

"You—" a giggle "—you shouldn't tell the Queen Herself of your crime, Enid."

The knight leans down, covering Wednesday from the sun.

"Oh, but the queen won't turn me in for my crimes."

Wednesday pushes up.

"Oh, but she would. She took an oath to never allow crime."

Enid hunches further until their lips are almost touching.

"Oh, but I think the queen loves me too much."

Wednesday glares, the effect ruined by her smiling.

"I can't argue there." She presses their lips together.

She drags her nails lightly across Wednesday's scalp, grinning when the other woman groans softly.

"You like it when I scratch your head?"

"Yes." She pushes into Enid's nails, melting. "Very much."

"Aw. You're just a lil' black cat, aren't you?" Enid starts scratching her jaw, cooing. "Just a lil' guy, can't hurt no one. Pretty girl."

"I'm not an animal, mutt."

"D'aw, does Kitty got claws? Huh?" Enid scratches down her chest. "Lil' baby. Dumby."

"I am not an infant, nor unintelligent, Sinclair." She pouts and flips on her side, ignoring Enid.

Enid pokes her cheek with a finger, giggling at the jutting-out lips.

"You're pouting." She sings, teasingly. "You don't like being called a kitten? Huh? Lil' baby."

"I am no infant, Enid." She glares at the finger poking her. "And if you don't stop poking me, I'll bite your finger."

"Go ahead, it won't hurt." She places her finger right to Wednesday's mouth.

"It will if I bite it off." Enid pulls her finger back just as Wednesday chomps. She can hear the other woman's teeth click.

"Wednesday!" She puts her hand on her chest, fake-hurt. "How could you? After everything we've been through?!" She wipes a finger under her eye.

Her finger is completely dry.

"What have we been through, though?" Wednesday rolls back. "Nothing dangerous has happened."

"This whole me-guarding-you thing happened because of a threat." Enid pushes the smaller woman's hair being her ear, admiring her jaw. "You never told me what happened. Are we still in a near-war with the Barclay kingdom?"

Wednesday's eyes get huge and remind Enid even more of a black cat. She rolls onto her side.

"Wednesday?"

Wednesday starts to fake snoring; a loud, nasally noise.

"Wednesday!" Enid shakes her shoulder, giggling at her silliness. "What happened?" She gasps falsely, and covers her mouth. "Did Bianca die?"

"No."

"Then what happened?"

"...our conflict ended almost immediately."

"Wha?"

"I received a letter of temporary truce after we got back from finding the apple trees."

"That was, like... two weeks into me guarding you. I've been guarding you for four months." Enid narrows her eyes in suspicion. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Enid, we must go back to the castle." Wednesday stands up and starts walking away, back to their horses. "I feel deathly ill."

Enid grabs her wrist and yanks her down, pulling the smaller woman into her arms.

"No, you don't. Tell me why."

Wednesday stares at her for a moment, then tries to escape like a trapped dog. Making the same noises, too.

When that doesn't work, she slumps and looks down.

"I..." she looks at Enid's arm. "I liked having you around. You made things... better. For me."

"Wednesday..." she leans down and kisses her jaw, melting at her words. "You don't need to hide that you love me, from me. I like hearing that."

"I need you to feel safe around me." She doesn't look at Enid; staring at the grass. "How can I make you feel protected if I'm weak?"

"Firstly, I'm your guard—" she boops her nose, "—and secondly, I feel safer when you're open. It means we have no reason to hide ourselves."

"Hm." Wednesday presses against Enid's arm, and this time the knight lets her get up

"Can we go back to the castle, though?" Wednesday offers her a hand. "I'd like to be held."

Enid takes her hand and pulls her down, picking her up into a bridal carry as she stands up.

"I get to carry you." She says smugly.

Wednesday snuggles into her chest, against the soft shirt she wears.

"Okay."

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Enid pushes Wednesday face into her neck, smiling at the way the other wraps her arms around the knight.

The werewolf rubs slow, calming circles on her back, feeling the fine texture of silk against her fingertips.

"Wednesday? You awake?"

"Yes, Enid. Why do you ask?"

"Nothin', just wanted to see." She leans down and kisses dark hair. "I love you, you know? So sweet. And nice. And pretty. So pretty."

"I'm pleased to hear my genes make you happy, Sinclair."

Enid grabs her leg and slides her up, staring her in the eyes when they're eye-level.

"Y'know, you said I shouldn't change my name from Enid—"

"And you shouldn't."

"—but you never said anything about changing my last name."

Wednesday hums and closes her eyes, adorably sleepy.

"And what would you change it to, if I let you?" She nips at Enid's jaw.

"Addams."

Wednesday's eyes pop open.

"What?"

"I'd change it to Addams." She kisses the other's forehead. "If you'd let me."

"Did you just... propose?"

"Yes."

The smaller woman stares unblinkingly at her, shocked.

"It's too late for this conversation. We'll talk in the morning."

"Okay, Wednesday."

"I love you, Enid."

"I love you too, Sweetheart."

-Writer Anon.

I'm finally awake, took a quick power nap while my phone charged and I think I'm sick

But it don't MATTER BC THE WENCLAIR??

Yknow what this all makes me think? That Wednesday fell first. You're telling me, she chooses not to have the best guard to protect her for totally normal reasons? Despite being known as pragmatic? Mmm okay

Totally normal behavior, totally not pining or anything that would be ubsurd

And then the slow thawing of professional and unprofessional makes my heart absolutely soft. I see a pattern in your works tho, that one bed? 😏 Ik what you are writer anon, Ik what you are

The lil comments from the nevermore gang always makes me laugh, I do love seeing Wenclair through other people's lenses, absolute delight to see how either odd or nauseatingly sweet they must be

Enid being so nervous to ask Wednesday out for a date despite being the only one to interrupt the queen, gets to cuddle wednesday and overall be personal.. Man, I totally understand, it's alright Enid we have all been there

The whole work is just.. So fluffy man, no wonder I passed out great after reading it

Yknow it's a great piece of work when it reminds me of how single I am like FUCKKK, WHEN IS IT MY TURN

Also Wednesday being cheeky enough to fake snore after Enid asked what happened with the whole Barclay thing is very funny, thank you for that

[tickle-bugs]

I just wanted to say regardless of whether you've seen the show that you're my favorite ST writer. I dont know how you capture the characters so well while further developing them perfectly but it's genuinely incredible. I must've read your steddie fics like 97 times just because I adore them <3 If you're still taking prompts, I'd love to maybe see Steve and Eddie! Maybe with "Oh this is too good to pass up" as the dialogue? Either way, you're incredible and I can't wait to read all your other work <3

Okay, wow this is VERY sweet ;w; You are so so kind anon. I think I'm getting better at writing them now after having practiced. Those first fics have a fond place in my heart for being the first ones, but every day I am tempted to rewrite them LMAO

anyways, I'm certainly far from perfect but I'm grateful that you enjoy them!! This warms my heart so much. I really do love writing them and the positive response to those fics made me wanna keep going and improve. Still haven't seen the show yet but honestly I'm chilling in this little niche I've carved for them.

Hopefully this fic makes you happy and pushes me a lil closer to being worthy of the honor of being your fav. Really hope you enjoy--I fuckin love these boys <3

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Ahoy, Sailor

You can read this as a season three au or as season four. Either way, Steve and Eddie have a bitchy will they/won’t they rivalry situation going on. Eddie REALLY likes pushing Steve’s buttons. 

It’s not unusual for Eddie to find his way to the Harrington house for some excuse or another, but he’ll admit it’s unusual to be invited. He tends to just appear and haunt Steve unasked. It’s more fun that way. 

Steve had called him, muttering something about how Eddie needed to come pick up his vest because it ‘smelled like a depressed hippie’. Eddie had fired back that Steve’s room couldn’t possibly smell any better without it, and their usual bickering had Eddie leaving fifteen minutes later with a grin on his face.

He loves Steve. Messing with him, that is. So, naturally, when Eddie ascends the stairs and sees Steve dressed like a little schoolboy, he takes a minute to compose his best jokes.

“Ahoy, sailor.” Eddie whistles, leaning in the doorway to Steve’s room. He drinks in the Scoops Ahoy uniform and all it blessedly has to offer. 

“Wh—oh, fuck off. It’s laundry day.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“Aye aye, cap’n.” Eddie salutes. Steve flips him off.

“Cool the attitude, sassy lost child.” Eddie snorts. There’s piles of clothes on every surface in the room, arranged in a way that suggests intention but would baffle even the most equipped psychologist. Eddie wants to ask about the system here, but he knows he’s no better, so he just watches Steve flit around with a little pout on his face. 

“You look like Donald Duck’s worst cousin.” Eddie snickers into his fist.

“You done?” Steve puts his hands on his hips.

“For now.” Eddie shrugs. Steve huffs.

Steve keeps rooting through the piles on the floor--slow enough to be mesmerizing, but fast enough where he’s clearly looking for something specific. Oh, his vest. Laundry. Eddie scans the room until, aha--he spots it hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, smooth and loved. Striking, compared to the state of everything else. Eddie smiles before he can catch himself. 

“My vest is over there.” Eddie jerks a thumb towards Steve’s desk. 

“Yeah, I see that.” Steve gives him a perplexed look. He shakes his head and keeps drifting through the clothes. 

“Then what are you looking for?” Eddie ventures, stepping into the room properly. As much as he wants to, he doesn’t shrug his vest on. It feels like a conclusion of business, a visual excuse for Steve to kick him out despite the olive branch he’s inexplicably extended. 

“A shirt. Robin’s got a date to impress.” Steve sorts through a pile. He looks between a yellow sweater and a green one, sighs, and tosses them both aside. 

“By wearing…your clothes?”

“Yes, Munson, keep up.” Steve puts a hand on his hip. “She’s gonna be here eventually, probably freaking out, and I wanna give her two options. Just two. She’s gotta look good, but she’s gotta be comfortable.”

“Right.” Eddie nods slowly, as if this makes sense. 

“Hey, make yourself useful. I’ve got this shirt, uhm, dark blue? With a little stripe? If you find it, let me know.” Steve flaps a hand at him. Eddie knows precisely the shirt--it fits Steve distractingly well. 

“I’ll get right on that, sweetheart.” Eddie flops backwards on the bed. Steve shoots him a withering look. Eddie gives his most charming smile and folds his arms behind his head. 

God, he loves this part of their little dance. The way Steve looks at him, the undeniable fondness buried beneath the exasperation—it’s a thrill. 

Steve tugs at a shirt underneath Eddie’s body, but he can’t get it free. He heaves a belabored sigh. 

“Do you mind?” Steve’s eyebrow twitches. 

“Not at all. I’m enjoying myself immensely.” Eddie smirks. 

“If you stretch out my shirt, I’m gonna push you in the goddamn pool. Get up!” Steve jabs Eddie in the side. Eddie giggles and flinches violently.

Steve Harrington is looking at him as if he’s the best present he’s ever received, and while some deep and unacknowledged part of Eddie does flips at the sight, it’s terrifying. 

“Oh, this is too good to pass up.” Steve crawls onto the bed after him, his devilish grin curling wider by the second. Eddie’s face burns and he scrambles to flee, but Steve’s already on top of him. 

“Don’t you dare, Harring—aaah!”  Eddie’s soul and dignity flee him in a high-pitched shriek. 

“Holy shit. I’m barely touching you.” Steve staccato pokes him everywhere he can reach, quick and light, and Eddie can’t stop the giggles bursting from him in waves. He wants to think of something witty to say, but it tickles, and Steve’s smirking—it’s a lot to ask of man under these conditions.

Steve starts tickling him in earnest, his fingers skittering wherever they can reach. When Steve trips up his ribs, Eddie arches like he’s being hit with a defibrillator. He smushes his face into his hands, hoping maybe he’ll smother himself and they can call this a day, but Steve tuts at him and pulls his hands away from his face. 

“No way you’re this ticklish,” Steve says again—does he really need to rub it in—and gives Eddie’s sides a curious squeeze. Eddie shrieks and flips himself over, attempting to crawl towards freedom. 

“Where’re you going?” Steve drags Eddie back into place by his waist. He makes an incoherent whining noise that breaks off into laughter and goes limp on the bed. He tries to roll back over but Steve is solid on top of him. Being face-down gives him the small mercy of being able to hide his face while he cackles.

God, he didn’t even know that the back of someone’s ribs could be ticklish. Holy hell. 

Eddie grabs at Steve’s knee and releases a desperate jumble of syllables. Steve yelps and falls backwards off the bed.

Eddie peeks at him over the edge of the bed, laughter petering off into gentle embers. Steve stares up at him, wide-eyed. Eddie backtracks, trying to figure out why a simple touch would’ve elicited such a big reac—oh. Oh. 

Steve’s halfway down the stairs before Eddie even realizes he’s gone. 

“Hey! Get back here!” Eddie skids after him two stairs at a time, swiping at the back of Steve’s shirt. 

Eddie tackles Steve over the back of the couch, both of them a tangle of screeching, flailing limbs. Steve’s stronger but Eddie is scrappy, having long since abandoned his self-preservation instincts. Steve tries to roll them over and Eddie goes limp. Steve grunts under the deadweight, and it gives Eddie the two seconds he needs to clamber on top of him properly. 

“Now—“ Eddie finally wrestles Steve down, huffing a lock of hair out of his eyes— “What the everloving fuck was that?”

“Nothing.” Steve’s poker face is good, but Eddie can see right through that easy smile. He walks his fingers across Steve’s stomach. Steve inhales sharply. 

“Didn’t sound like nothing.” Eddie raises his eyebrows innocently. Steve narrows his eyes at him, but his fake smile is very slowly twitching into a real one. 

Spurred on, Eddie kneads into Steve’s stomach, gentle and a little clumsy. Steve trembles under him, wrenching a hand free just to cover his face. Little huffs and snickers wobble out of him. 

“Dishing out what you can’t take? Oh, this is precious.” Eddie snickers. Steve shoves his hand into the side of his face to push him away. Eddie licks it.

Steve screeches, but that breaks the dam. The first beautiful sound from him is a snort. Eddie gasps happily, then laughs right along with Steve. 

It’s not that Steve doesn’t laugh, he does, but it’s often the restrained chuckle that Eddie loves to give every royal NPC in his campaign. Eddie’s never heard anything like this, this bubbly rush littered with voice-cracks and little bouts of nose-scrunched hiccups. He didn’t know Steve was even capable of these kinds of noises.

The stupid little Scoops shirt rides up and Eddie takes advantage of bare skin. Steve squeals and goes boneless on the couch. He hits Eddie with the full brunt of his smile, unfiltered and radiant, and something in Eddie’s chest flutters. 

“EddieEddieEddie--” Steve snorts again, and the speed at which his face turns scarlet suggests embarrassment. Eddie can’t imagine why. 

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Eddie reaches behind him and finds Steve’s knee, tickling just where the goofy shorts stop, and Steve wails. He curls his head into Eddie’s chest and seems to resign himself to die there. Eddie has absolutely no feelings about how warm Steve feels or the desperate little leg kick he does. 

Steve grabs Eddie’s wrists and he relents, figuring the promise of future mischief is a sufficient tradeoff for a truce. Steve collapses back into the couch cushions with a delirious little giggle, rubbing his hands over his beaming face. Steve peeks at him overtop his hands, then snickers again. 

The longer they sit here, both breathing a little hard, the longer Eddie has to notice the gentle warmth and curve of Steve’s eyes. A hysterical man would call them doe-like. Eddie accepts this new state of being and leans a little closer. His guitar pick necklace dangles over Steve’s chest. Steve’s jaw falls slack, eyes flitting to Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hair falls in a frizzy curtain around them both. 

Eddie doesn’t see Robin so much as he hears her—the screech of disgust bounces off every wall. He pops his head up and they make direct, unfortunate eye contact. She shoots him an all-knowing look with her beady, accusatory little eyes and he gives her his most threatening zip it gesture. 

Steve decides that that’s the moment to counterattack, sending a cackling Eddie toppling off the cushions and onto the floor. Steve slides down after him, ducking under a flailing arm and scribbling his fingers wherever he can reach. Eddie curls up like a pillbug. He can hear Robin saying something but it's unintelligible over the sound of his own laughter.

“I know, right?” Steve grins back at her, then looks back to Eddie. Softly. 

Steve has the audacity to wink at him. Eddie files that little moment away for Tonight Eddie to scream into a pillow about, and instead focuses on launching a counter-counterattack that’ll save his life. 

[paulmcf4rtney]

Hiii! I was wondering if I could ask for the Beatles little head cannons/Blurbs where the reader is an author???

-Also I really like your works <3

Of course my love!! (I very much apologize for how short it is ☹️☹️)

Anon asks for Beatles hcs where reader is an author!

And THANK U SO MUCH!! that really means a lot to me <333

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John

-Definitely likes children books, or at least books from his childhood.

-Alice in Wonderland is his favorite.

-The biggest reader of the 4.

-If he found out you’re an author he’d 100% would beg you to write a book about him.

-Probably finds it very attractive that you’re an author.

-John cannot take anything seriously for the life of himself and you.

-Would read your drafts with a joking pompous tone.

-“Mmm, this one just isn’t right! Where is the extra details!?”

-Makes silly faces to really contribute to the act.

-You giggle at his comments “critiquing” what you write, John constantly tries to lift your mood with his playful words of encouragement, and you love it.

Paul

-Appreciates novels and history.

-Just like John he’s a bookworm.

-He would definitely buy you a fancy type writer for your birthday, knowing you’re an author and all.

-You love the gift and you were excited about it.. But you were confused on *how* to even use it.

-You’ve of course used a typewriter before but not something this fancy.

-“I appreciate the typewriter Paul, but.. All of the buttons are confusing.”

-He’d stand behind you while you’re in your chair and guide you to each button, explaining what it does.

-Literally right in your ear. His voice could make you fall asleep you won’t lie.

-Your face would be red as a fucking beet. You thank him for the help and give him a kiss on the lips before digging right into writing.

George

-Into autobiographies or anything similar.

-George was excited and curious when he realized you were writing an autobiography and he’s in it.

-This sweetie pie would be bringing you cups of tea in the morning during your work hours or when things get particularly stressful.

-You thought your life and what’s going on would be easy to write down. But unfortunately you still get writers block.

-Especially when you fear that your life is boring and that no one will actually read what you’ve wrote.

-George would try to soothe your worries by reassuring you that your life story is plenty interesting.

-“But ay don’t rush it, this is about your life ye know.”

-You nod in agreement. His thick accent and toothy grin makes your heart melt as you continue with your book.

Ringo

-Likes fantasy books!

-He was always in his room sick a lot as a child and used fantasy to escape.

-He’s literally your #1 fan of your published books.

-Even if it’s not a genre he likes he will still read it and even buy multiple copies.

-You know, just to show how much he loves you. :)

-Ringo is such a malewife sorry not sorry.

-You also started to write positive articles about the boys, especially knowing what people and the press have been saying about Ringos appearance.

-You’d write a billion articles combatting the negative ones if you could.

-“Is my nose really that big?” Your heart broke, it just wasn’t true!

-“No Rich, your nose is perfect, and so is everything else about you, don’t read any of those snobby articles!”

-You could tell your comments made a difference in his confidence and the articles you were writing. It made you happy.

[iero]

Not the anon who first asked for st fic rec’s but I’d love some steddie ones if you’ve got any faves!

Yes I do! I can rec some under the cut! There's a little summary and some commentary by me with each of them as well to help !

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you - Fic set in 2002 where Steve is a guidance counselor, Eddie is a rockstar and they both witness a wedding, a death and a birth. (Hands down, my favorite Steddie fic. It takes you on a range of emotions and it's wonderfully written. Heads up though: This one can get real SAD.)

Flight Risk - Eddie is a famous, troubled rockstar and Steve is his bodyguard hired to keep him under control (This one is technically a WIP still with one chapter left to go but it's good. I love how Ayes wrote both of them in this one. Worth the read.)

Soda Burn - Eddie and Steve are both bartenders working in the same bar and well, you know what happens... (Kind of enemies to lovers which everyone seems to love that trope, so... Also, love how Eddie was written in this one. He's a charmer.)

Of Kings and Cult-Leaders - Dustin convinces Steve to host Eddie's DND campaign (This one is literally just cute and sweet. I couldn't stop smiling. Read it.)

sub-culture - Steve is oblivious and thinks that Eddie now hates him and you know what happens... (This one is so good. It's like a queer history lesson and a fic in one. Also, this writer wrote the 80's era so well too. I loved it.)

smoke signal - Steve is a farmer, Eddie is an outlaw who always finds his way back to Steve (We love the longing and the passing of time [in this context]... I'll leave this one at that.)

Thunderstruck - Steve is a college football player who has a crush on his dorky classmate Eddie (I saw the word 'football' in the description of this one and immediately clicked the link like the stupid joth I am... It has pining and it's friends to FWB to lovers kind of... I enjoyed it.)

tell me that it's not my fault (tell me that i'm all you want) - Eddie almost dies and Steve leaves him a voicemail saying how he feels thinking he died (This one is just sweet and feels like it could have been canon compliant if the Duffer Brothers weren't cowards, but that might just be me...)

put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature - Steve is a preacher's son and Eddie tests his faith (Like, the author said: Religious angst. That is all. If you read the infamous UHV, you MIGHT like this one, but I don't know...)

what a match, i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet - It has milkshakes. it has weed. It has two idiots and Robin. (Would be lying if I said that the FOB lyric title didn't draw me into this one and I'm glad it did. This one is also cute.)

my way, your way (anything goes) - Set in 1988, Eddie runs away from Hawkins and is a rockstar now and Steve sees him and feelings happen. (We love reunions and pining in this house. Also, this one has flashbacks from the past to the present, so it gets a little confusing, but you catch on pretty quick I think.)

Keep It for Me - Set mostly in 1993, Steve attends a wedding and an unexpected guest that no one has seen in years crashes it (I literally saw '93 and was like, "That's the year I was born!" and clicked on it, no joke LMAO. There's pining. There's tenderness. It's sweet.)

There are some of my favorites! Thanks for asking! :)

[nope-astrology-nope]

Oooooh i love this! Thank you @asdfghjklmpff! ♥ ♥

NAME: Dan

SIGN: Don't believe in it

HEIGHT: 1,68m

TIME: 5:55pm

BIRTHDAY: February 17

FAVORITE ARTIST/BAND: Oh boy, it really depends. Whatever I listen to depends on what I'm writing at the moment, and right now I'm not writing anything, I am planning to write a novel tho, and I'm listening to MGMT because it has the perfect ring to it. That being said, the 2 bands I always keep on my phone because I can't imagine my life without them are We Lost the Sea and Romantycy Lekkich Obyczajów. Also the Mushishi soundtrack.

LAST MOVIE: I've been on a movie-watching spree these days, the last ones I watched were "Magnolia" and "Annihilation". I'm watching "Everything Everywhere All at Once" tonight.

LAST SHOW: Mononoke.

(This didn't ask what was the last book I read but I'm adding it because I want to and because it was sooooo good)

LAST BOOK: The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August, by Claire North.

WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG: June 2017

WHAT I POST: Memes. Fanart. Cute animal videos. Sharks. More memes. Gay and trans stuff. Things I find beautiful.

OTHER BLOGS: 3. @kfw-dan is my main, @nature-in-movies is kinda dead, but that's because I haven't been watching a lot of movies lately, and @vincent-honey​ is my yellow blog!

DO I GET ASKS: Nah, never. I did get a few anons here and I think I know who is behind them.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-8, no matter what time I go to bed (usually 12:30 but I stay up until later) I wake up around 9 every day.

WHAT I’M WEARING: Blue/black polar pants, dark blue tank top and a blue-ish green long-sleeve shirt. Barefoot to keep it in balance.

DREAM JOB: I kinda have a dream job right now, because I work at an LGBT library, as the librarian, but I don't like my schedule and also I'm volunteering so I'm not getting paid. I would like to live off as a writer tho, that has been my dream since I was a kid and I found out you could actually write stories for a living.

DREAM TRIP: Finland, to see the northern lights.

FAVOURITE SONGS (and quotes from them, just for some spice): Oh my. I don't usually pay attention to the lyrics, and I usually prefer instrumental music or bands in languages I don't understand. Such as the two bands I mentioned before. But well, let me think of a few.

Aurora - Infections Of A Different Kind, A Different Kind of Human

Julia Marcell - Aye Aye (this is probably my favourite song right now)

Perturbator - Humans Are Such Easy Prey

Romantycy Lekkich Obyczajów - Lepiej znaczy teraz

For quotes, like I said, I don't really pay attention to the lyrics, but I do want to quote this one because the contrast between the music and the lyrics just blows my mind.

Sea Oleena - Insomnia plague

It's been sixty days / Since the black sky opened up the food-gates / Fell down hard on the sun-stained fair-grounds / Held back any / Recollection / Of the bloodshed / Somehow / And now / This unending rain / Stopping short on the surface of the watery graves / Is another, even nicer, simpler sort of silence these days / Don't be so afraid of the insomnia plague

This was nice! I loved going through my music collection and giving a listen to songs I hadn't listened in a while! ♥

I tag @sea-boi, @rayesworld and @ephemeral-eternity ♥

[sunqyu]

~ First kiss with Treasure pt. 1  (Hyunsuk, Jihoon, Yoshi, Junkyu, Mashiho and Jaehyuk)

Request: “ First kiss with treasure? (reaction something like that) love your blog, you ARE the cutie 💞💞 “ - Anon

OHH THANK YOUUU. That means a lot to my beginner-writers-heart. This request is also absolutely adorable so thank you for sending it in! Hope you enjoooy. Since it’s a little longer (I got carried away with Hyunsuk and then wanted to give all the boys some detail which got me carried away even more so aye, there’s that) it’s two parts, the second one is here - Nova

Hyunsuk

the type to really wait for the exact right time

wants it to be a memorable moment for you two to look back on later

which might lead to some frustration for you 

because before he actually goes for it there have been a lot of moments where you might’ve thought ‘THIS IS IT. IT’S HAPPENING.’

but no, to Hyunsuk it still needed a little extra

for some reason I feel like it would be when you are both a little sleepy 

after a long day together that was filled with fun things

but also a few less fun things

maybe you got lost somewhere or took the wrong train back

one of those days that would’ve been quite exhausting and frustrating if it hadn’t been with you

finally home he’d turn on your favorite show and you’d just lay on the couch together, exhausted but content

with that feeling in your legs you get after walking all day and finally laying down, all warm

you were talking about something which the show reminded you of but he’s just lost in thought, a little snoozy

thinking about how happy he’s actually been since he met you

‘Hey-.. look at me.’ soft drowsy voice

he’d stay still for a second when you look up from laying on his chest

just taking in the way you look and feel so warm against him

before you can ask what’s up he’d slowly close the distance

it would be a slow but simple kiss, lingering a little before he pulls back with the same admiring look on his face

��I’m sorry- what were you saying?’

Jihoon

might be quite fast and random actually

because he likes surprising you out of nowhere

it’s the confused look on your face that makes it so much fun for him

especially if it makes you blush

‘cause god that makes you look cute

that also means it would probably be on impulse

so not necessarily at end of the date

maybe even at the beginning (damn, imagine)

he’d pick you up at your place and you’re still grabbing your stuff

the idea would pop up in his head only a few seconds before

but the execution has to be perfect ofcourse

so he leans against the doorpost all casually while pretending to do something on his phone

when he’s really just swiping side to side on his homescreen

even though he’s trying to look unbothered, on the inside he’s SCREAMING

already feels his ears getting red when he hears your footsteps coming closer

ready? action.

looks up with the most nonchalant look he can muster

‘Oh, you’re ready to go? Cool.’

the moment you stand close enough he’d put his free hand on your cheek

moving way quicker than he had planned

the kiss would be meaningful and last a few seconds so you could process what was happening before it was over

he would grab your hand while turning around right away to start walking

trying not to show the big grin on his face right away but you’d still hear it in his voice

‘Let’s goo-.’

Yoshi

such a wholesome bean

would definitely want it to be outside

with some nice scenery

the whole simplistic romance-sh’bang

preferably cold weather, maybe in the evening when it’s just starting to get dark

nearing the end of a date but not aaall the way at the end

maybe you two went out to eat at a new place he wanted to show you

and since he never gets tired of spending time with you he suggested to get hot cocoa and walk around the city after

you finished the hot cocoa over an hour ago but your conversations were endless so you just kept walking without a destination

these were the moments he loved most

just you and him connecting over little things and sharing memories that have shaped you to be who you are now

no nonsense, no chaos, just your presence and nothing to distract him from it

eventually you had walked so far that the busy city streets were now gravel paths, trees lined up on both sides

since the sun had almost set entirely it was getting colder too

he had already given you his jacket the moment you walked out of the restaurant (that BAPE one from treasure map ep 4 and 5, iconic)

but he could tell it would be smart to start heading home

who knows how far that is at this point

he’d stop and turn to you

‘Maybe we should head home, don’t you think? I don’t want you to get sick.’

seeing you nod as you look up at him all snuggly in his jacket

it would be the first actual moment of silence after hours of soft and meaningful conversations

he’d think to himself how there’s only one thing that could make this moment even better

talking slowly but clearly since, no matter the big moment, he’d still feel at ease

‘Can I kiss you?’

the big smile that lit up your face would be enough as an answer

he’d close the distance rather quickly, cupping your face in his hands

which he purposefully held in his pockets the moment he decided he was going to ask so they wouldn’t be cold

you’d be able to feel him smile slightly

and as cliché as it may sound, in that moment it really felt like nothing else mattered

‘Let’s get you home now.’

just one more quick kiss before you’d walk in the other direction

conversation continuing where you left off

Junkyu

I do think he’d try to have something planned

I know that’s not reaaally like him but since it’s the very first kiss he’s definitely thought about it in advance

at the end of your previous date he’d be laying bed thinking, ‘Next time. Yes, next time I’m going to kiss her. I have to.’

trying to hype himself up

before the date itself he’d also say it in the mirror ‘You got this. Today’s the day.’

would be acting a bit weird throughout the date because of it

zoning out from time to time, trying to think of a way to make it happen all natural and smooth

a few hours pass by

the pressure is rising

he wasn’t really planning on making it a classic goodnight’s kiss

but here you are, standing in front of your door with you telling him how much fun you had

‘I’m sorry- what did you say?’

come on brain, work with him now

he’s focusing so hard without even knowing what he’s focusing on

you waving your hand in front of his face to make him come back to earth worked as a trigger

without realizing it he takes a step closer and just goes for it

naturally reaching out to hold your hand in his, the other catching up later and gently landing on your waist

all the weight is lifted from his shoulders when he feels you kiss him back

might even sigh softly before kissing you again

that second one would last a little longer, simply because he’s so happy he finally did it

breaks the kiss shortly, staying close to you

‘If only you knew how long I’ve wanted to do that.’

Mashiho

might be the most confident out of them all

still sees it as a big moment but is aware of the fact that stressing about it won’t make it any better

also knows that there will be loads more kisses to come which makes him happy ‘n giddy

even though he’s confident I still think he’d wait a little while

he wants to be 100% sure that you are ready and he’s not rushing you

the phase at the beginning of dating where you’re both still kind of figuring each other out is also very meaningful to him, likes taking things slow

he’d plan a date at home when the rest of the boys aren’t there

a movie-date but make it EXTRA

candles, pillows and blankets on the floor (far away from the fire because safety hazard)

instead of just opening a bag of chips you’d make something together

preparing nacho’s with all the toppings he could think of

maybe even a cheese platter (HOT DAMN FANCY MAN)

just loads of very strong and obvious upgrades to your usual evenings at home

after putting the nacho’s in the oven you’d ask him ‘now what?’

the urge to say he knows something to do would be so big but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment with too much cheesiness (ha, get it? nachos?) so instead he just says 

‘well- I was going to wait until later but then again, why should I?’

you’d look at him confused

‘I’m going to kiss you, dummy.’

he’d snicker softly as your expression changed

still paying attention to how you reacted as he took a step closer

noticing you weren’t moving away at all he’d gently kiss you

a few seconds pass before he deepens the kiss, confidence increasing as he could tell you were leaning in just as much

the rest of the evening would be filled with lots of cute quick kisses

so happy he didn’t wait until later

Jaehyuk

a gentleman (but make it uwu)

reaaally takes his time

thinks he’s doing great and treating you right when in reality you’re so close to just going for it yourself

also seems quite traditional so I think he’d do it when he brings you home after a date

but unlike Junkyu he planned it that way

after you two went shopping together and he offered to buy you literally every single thing you said was even remotely nice-looking

you took loads of pictures together that day too

in one he pretends to kiss your cheek (like from a few cm away) to see your reaction

when you didn’t seem to mind it gave him a little more confidence for later on

on the walk to your house he’d let go of your hand to grab his phone and send you the pictures

you taking the initiative to grab his hand again after he put his phone away was like the icing on top of his confidencecake

once you reach your frontdoor he would feel that this is it, this is the moment he’s been preparing himself for

‘I really enjoyed spending time with you today. Every time we hang out I just have so much fun. I really reaally enjoyed it.’

nods along to emphasize some of his words

‘You already mean so much to me. I can’t wait for all the other memories we are going to make together.’

he’d take time to listen to you too, feeling his heart swell with all the sweet comments

‘Can I-?’

and lets be real you’ve waited for this so long that he doesn’t even have to finish his sentence before you start nodding

it would be so sweet, his hand featherlike on your cheek from how gentle he was

only after you kiss back he’d hold you a little tighter, still careful as if you’re made of glass

‘Could you be anymore perfect?’

[toko-talks]

i haven't seen any other anons send you answer you so far so ... 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 /p - 🧃

1.) what’s your favorite “underrated” DR character ?

there's a lot i like, but it's honestly probably a tie between the asahinas. i ADORE aoi - she'd be an amazing friend and/or girlfriend </3 on the other hand, ik we didn't see him much but ... <yutaasahina3 SORRY YOU CAN PROBABLY TELL BY MY PROFILE THEME I HAVE BRAINROT FOR HIM

2.) what DR character do you think would be your best friend in a non-despair au ?

!!! KYOKO, SONIA, CHIAKI, AND/OR KAEDE !!! i'm kind of basic with these choosings but ... i kin them and because of that we have a lot in common :] then again, i have too many kins ,,, but honestly probably sonia or chiaki for the most part !

3.) what DR character do you think would be annoying to be in a school setting with ? (like, if you had a group project with them you’d groan).

god, i'm so sorry byakuya, but i can't STAND you. love you tho *smooch* BUT IN ALL HONESTY YK HE WOULD JUST DUMP THAT SHIT ON YOU AND LEAVE ... i just can't stand people who don't do their part - at least, not without good reason.

4.) who do you think you’d crush on in DR if it were a non-despair au ?

basic again but ... <nagito3, chiaki, or hajime. or all three LMAOO i'm a goddamn simp and i . i love them sm .

5.) what character do you think deserves more “x reader” writing ?

OOH BOY THERE'S A LOT ... mmm but mainly to keep it short, a lot of the girls in this franchise ... the fighter girls !! they get some recognition, but not a whole lot ... OOH HIMIKO AND ANGIE !! AND AND AND KIRUMI AND AND UM PEKO AND -

bonus ! ;;

6.) how are you doing ?

i'm fine - really ! the real question is, how are you doing ?

7.) what are your hobbies ?

writing, as you probably already know, editing, drawing, singing sometimes //// .... um also kind of just interacting with people anonymously ? it's nice to watch people get happy over a stranger wanting to talk or genuinely curious even if it's over a post :] /gen

8.) what’s your favorite color?

oh my god ... the hardest question /s but in all honesty, red & black are in a tie ! hbu ? i assume probably pink and/or purple ? <3

AYE YOU’RE A REAL ONE 🧃 THANK YOU SO MUCH 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 /p

1.) I LOVE AOI ALTHOUGH IDK YUTA TOO WELL :0 i’m sure he’s great though his design and ur profile theme is so cutee

2.) YES THOSE GIRLS ARE SO GREAT I LOVE THEMMM ah they’d be great friends omg— it totally makes sense how you’d be friends with them because you have so much in common

3.) LMAOO you make a great point about byakuya i hadn’t thought of that at all but it makes so much sense now that you say it

4.) they are such an iconic trio i don’t even blame you at all! don’t let anyone tell you you can’t like “basic” characters, they’re still lovely! also hajime :lipbite:

5.) i will keep those in mind!! i totally wish i saw more of them too, looks like ima have to be the one to write about them more too! you’re an amazing writer too and i would love to see you write about them in the future :0 (no pressure tho i’m j saying i love ur work lol) i love kirumi and wish i could write about her more TwT

6.) i am also doing just fine tysm 🧃! i’m glad to hear you’re holding up :D lmk if you need anything!!

7.) you have such cool hobbies /gen, we share a lot!! i also draw and sing sometimes! it’s so cool that you draw if you’re comfortable with it, i’d love to see it!

and ppl like you are the backbone of society lol /hj thank you for interacting!! it makes my day to see you in my inbox, really—

8.) i also love red and black! i like wearing them as clothes more tho because i think they look better on me :D

ALSO YOU GUESSED IT WOAH— those have been my favorite colors for a while (pink and purple, i think it’s purple rn)

did my blog theme make it obvious? you’re so sweet to have noticed ! 😭 <33

[searchingwardrobes]

For the WIP name game, @high-seas-swan and @let-it-raines both wanted a peek at my Sleepless in Seattle AU . . .

First of all, I know I said my Priceless AU was coming next, but I’m going to do this one first to go along with the holidays. Second, someone gave me this prompt way back in the summer of 2017 when I did my first Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com collection. Back then, I must be honest, I wasn’t interested because I didn’t think the story fit CS. However, when I was sick this past week, I watched the movie again, and when Tom Hanks said the lines, “I’ll just grow myself a new heart. It only happens once,” I was suddenly like – that's Killian Jones! But that would make Killian the widower with a kid, so how would that work? Especially since Annie is NOTHING like Emma Swan. Emma would NEVER do anything remotely like the stalker-y things Annie does in that movie. (I mean, I love this movie so much, but let’s be honest, she pretty much stalks him.) Then the little girl Jessica showed up (I had completely forgotten about her – what a spunky character!) and that’s when everything fell into place, with Alice and Henry conniving together and being the ones to write the letters back and forth. So here’s the snippet:

“Why don’t you tell them what you did, Alice?

She shrunk into herself as all three adults looked at her with raised brows.

“Papa . . . “

Kilian circled his hand in the air. “No, seriously, tell them. About the radio show.”

Alice’s blush crept all the way up to her ears.

“Radio show?” asked Elsa.

“Aye,” Killian explained, “on Christmas Eve Alice called into a radio show and told them I needed a new wife for Christmas,”

Elsa’s face morphed into a tender expression as she pressed a hand to her chest. “Oh Alice,” she sighed, pulling her niece close. Alice’s shame melted away at the understanding look in her Aunt’s eyes. “She just wants you to be happy, Killian, we all do.”

“It’s been over two years -” Liam began, but he was silenced by Killian’s raised palm.

“Don’t, just don’t.”

“It’s perfectly fine to start dating again,” Elsa added, “Milah wouldn’t want -”

“Like it’s so easy. I’ll just grow a new heart,” Killian snapped. He bent to hoist Elsa’s carry-on over his shoulder, clearly conveying that the conversation was over. “It only happens once.”

Killian turned towards the airport doors and instantly collided with someone racing in. He instinctively reached out to steady the person with his hands at her shoulders, and found himself looking into a pair of jade eyes. The woman’s startled look softened and the hands that grasped the front of his shirt relaxed, her fingers grazing the exposed skin of his chest where his top buttons were undone. The featherlight brushes of her fingertips sent a jolt through his chest. Her cheeks were flushed, perhaps from the cold, and her golden hair was a riot of messy waves, most likely because she’d been in a rush. Killian blinked and gaped like a schoolboy. He hadn’t been so completely mesmerized by a woman’s beauty since . . .

“H-hello,” he stuttered.

“Hello,” she breathed out in return. Was she as affected as he was?

“Mom!”

The woman yanked her hands from his chest at the sound of the boy’s voice. The lad yanked on her arm.

“Mom, you said we were gonna miss our flight.”

The flush on her cheeks deepened as she turned quickly away from Killian.

“Papa, are you alright?” Alice’s words made him realize he was still staring at the woman’s retreating form.

Henry’s eyes fell on the little girl tugging on her father’s hand, and he gasped.

“Mom,” he cried as he was dragged down the concourse, “did you hear that? Their accents, and she called him Papa! I think it’s Alice and Killian. From the radio show Christmas Eve!”

“Henry, that’s ridiculous. This is Boston airport, that call came from Seattle.”

“But lots of people travel for the holidays,” Henry argued.

“And lots of people have British accents.”

“It’s them, Mom, I know it! I think it’s a sign.”

Emma sighed as she stopped at their gate and handed the tickets to the attendant. The man looked them over and told them to hurry on board, the plane was taking off soon. Henry picked up the conversation as they raced down the tunnel.

“What are the chances that we heard them on the radio and then two days later, we run into them?”

Emma ignored him as she found their seats and stowed their carry-ons. As she plopped into the seat next to him, she put her arm around him and smiled.

“Know what I think, kid? I do think this is a sign. A sign you’ve been spending way too much time with Mary Margaret.”

They both laughed, but Henry wasn’t giving up so easily. That magic Mary Margaret had talked about? He could feel it in the air.

Tagging my CS Rom Com crew: @snowbellewells @kmomof4 @teamhook @bethacaciakay @kday426 @jennjenn615 @shipsxahoy @shady-swan-jones @tiganasummertree @artistic-writer @cat-sophia @hollyethecurious @coliferoncer @thejacketandthehook @dassala @branlovestowrite @allofdafandoms-blog @flslp87 @pocket-anon @whimsicallyenchantedrose @snidgetsafan @delirious-latenight-laughs

[theneedforluv]

Aye yo wussup it is I, the anon who requested the fanmeeting fic. I love it btw, your writing is always spectacular! You’re one of my favorite fic writers! Anyways if you struggled a bit with the first one, i wont force you to do a second part straight away. Wouldn’t want you to struggle more! (Unless you’re into that, if so im kinkshaming)

thank you so much !! im blushing hahah im glad you liked it ❣️💕💗☀️ it’s really nice to see people like my work since im not even native eng speaker, it has to have tons of errors but who cares right? hahah love you 💛❣️💕💞btw I wrote part two bcs i like struggling (pls dont kinkshame me :p) 

[mutantenfisch]

10, 14, 25, 32, 38, 50. Any fandom

Why stay on anon, dear stranger? There’s no need to be afraid of me. :3

10 how do you do your researches

No matter for which fandom I’m writing, and especially important for that one RPF thing I wanna publish some day, I check the respective wikis for time-lines, cultural stuff, important events and the like. I also often check contemporary paintings / concept art, to get a feeling for what the clothes and hair looked like (I’m a sucker for authenticity/immersion). Sometimes, I collect pictures that have the right feeling about them. Not as aesthetically pleasing as these gorgeous tumblr mood boards, but they work for me.

14 easiest character to write

Right now, it’s Milan Surana, even though this is just a one-shot and I’m not even sure whether I will publish this or not. :DInterestingly enough, I also feel like it’s not difficult for me to mimic Alistair’s speaking pattern or The Iron Bull’s, either. :D

25 favorite line you’ve ever written

Honestly? I have no sodding idea whatsoever. At the age of fourteen I was writing a bunch of Sherlock Holmes one-shots and started one larger project I sadly abandoned after 11 chapters and this - even though it’s unfinished - is my favourite project that actually went into the being-actively-written stage.BUT, I have also written a few original things, and even though most of them are in German and I’m not sure if you will understand this sentence, I am somewhat fond of this one:

”Mit diesem wollte er seine wunderschöne aber untreue Gemahlin zurückgewinnen, auch wenn er es selbst mit der Treue nicht so genau hielt und seine Schönheit… nun ja… die kam wohl eher von innen.” 

It’s part of my “Ambrosius, der Meister der Zaubertränke” (Ambrosius, Master of Potions) fantasy one-shot about an old potionmaster who has to prepare a love potion for his local ruler, more precisely his beautiful but unfaithful wife. I’m going to upload this story here on tumblr, which I should have done ages ago, but better late then never, aye?

32 alternate title for (insert story title)

You haven’t put a suggestion here, so all I can say here are some random things. For some of my projects I use abbreviations, the “Tales of Sacramor” are usually referred to as simply “Sacramor”, or I specify them with “Hel’s story” or “Yaris’ story” and so on. Monty’s story has changed from “The Golden City” (too cheesy if you ask me) to “Vigilia” and to that one large fan-fiction project about a hornless Qunari becoming Dragonborn I usually refer as “The crossover”, since I have no other crossover. 

38 do you reread your own stories? 

Of course I do! Sometimes just to recollect information I have provided in an earlier chapter, sometimes to get rid of odd syntax, changing tenses and weird metaphors, sometimes just to enjoy them like a “casual” reader.

50 open question to the writerYou didn’t ask a question, so all I can do now is thank you kindly for your ask, dear anon! :3

[imsarabum]

Responses to Part 12 I Won’t Stop You, Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^ 

Anonymous said: YES SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER OF I WONT STOP YOU I just cannot figure out what jk meant with the getting wet thing I FEEL SO STUPID I NEED TO KNOW

Hopefully this chapter helped you to catch on to the wet thing ;) hehe~ I hope you enjoyed it if you read it my darling! ^^

Anonymous said: I KEEP REFRESHING OMGHG

AHH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT!

Anonymous said: I literally screamed when I got the notification that you posted Part 12 of I Won't Stop!!! Your writing is amazing!!!

Ahhh thank you so much babe! I really hope you enjoyed the new chapter ^^

@kawaiipotato75 said: You....you....I WONT STOP YOU IS SO GOOD IM DYING WHYYYYYYYYYYY(got so hyped for smut when, when it was a TO BE CONTINUED 😭😭😭😭😭😭) its so good omg i cant wait flr mext tuesday but omg my soul meeds help😭😭  ❤~

heheheheh~ I feel so evil ohmygod haha^^ BUT NEXT CHAPTER IS TO BE CONTINUED...so, can you guess what the next chapter will be 100% dedicated to? ;) Thank you so much for reading ^^

Anonymous said: It's so incredibly cute that Jungkook stocks his fridge purely for a sense of normalcy

I think so too ^^ It’s the part of him that desires to be human in the end. Even though he is a Vampire, he has always been curious and slightly envious of humans.

Anonymous said: YOU DID IT THANK YOU SO MUCH

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID BUT YOU’RE WELCOME AND THANK YOU SO MUCH D:

Anonymous said: aye its 2 am and iwsy part 12 is here tURN UP!!! -daisy

MISS DAISY GET UR CUTE BUTT TO BED~~~

@ashrvyera said: Holy frickityfrack I've never wanted a week to pass so quickly. IM DYING FOR THE DEETS OF IWSY PART 12

Don’t worry~ Chapter 13 will be even juicier ;) Thank you so much for reading!

@animeimmortal said: ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDIN ME? OH MA LAWD. How? Why? I AM SO THIRSTY FOR MORE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW for the lOve oF LORD JESUS CHRIST AND EVERY OTHER VISHNU OUT THERE I don't even knoW ANYMORE WHY DO YOU MAKE US SUFFER in sorryy I love you WHYYYYYY

I am an evil person and I admit to this. a 100% tease and I love to play c: But don’t worry, the next chapter will hopefully quench your thirst ;3 I love you too! Thank you babe ^^

@what-just-happened-help said: Eek!! New chapter of I Won't Stop You was so amazing!! But what was with that cruel cliffhanger?! I'm honestly dying over here~ On another note, I'm really interested in how the story will continue, because you seem to have big things planned plot wise!! I'll be happily awaiting next tuesday, keep up the good work and don't stress! Love you~

Thank you thinking it was amazing! And, I do apologise for the cruel cliffhanger - but to make up for it, the whole next chapter will be dedicated to what you’ve been denied in this chapter :3 And yes! I have a lot of big things planned...I hope it will be shocking, surprising and exciting! Thank you for reading my love, and I’ll keep working hard to write good stories! I love you more :D

@seokjinaf said: I WON'T STOP IS SO GOOD I LOVE OT SO MUCH YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WRITER ❤😭 (cont.) I won't stop you* oops lol

Thank you so much baby! I’m so happy you like it ❤ ❤ ❤

@mahirookumura sadi: YOU CAN'T END IT LIKE THIS!!!! MAAANNN I'M THIRSTY AS NOW FOR JEONGKOOK!!!!!!!!

Don’t worry! Things will continue right where they left off in Chapter 13~ ;) GOOD, IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO KNOW YOU’RE THIRSTY ASF NOW c:

Anonymous said: I HAVE BEEN AWOKEN BY THE CLIFFHANGER GOODNESS I DONT KNOW IF I CAN SLEEP STRAIGHT THINKING ABOUT THE NEXT CHAPTER LIKE... OH SNAP JUNGKOOK'S GONNA SHOW HIS DING DONG NEXT WEEK.... or will he? 🤔 -daisy

JUNGKOOK’S GONNA SHOW HIS DING DONG. DAISY. I’m fuCKING CRYING OH MY GOD I LAUGHED SO MUCH AT THAT HAHAHA~~ I hope you managed to get back to sleep my love >< Thank you so much for reading it and I hope you’ll enjoy the next ;)

@minty--suga said: i am,,in love with the last chapter of i wont stop you,,,,thank u for blessing us

Thank you so much my love! I’m glad I could make you happy with it! ^^

Anonymous said: Ahhhh you cant leave me like that ughh i fucking love this whole serie 😍😍😍 So its obvious that the next chapter is also a smut chapter ;)) Btw you are an amazing writer so keep writing!! :)

You’re not wrong ;) Thank you so much my love, I really appreciate that! Have a wonderful day!

@jaypark5 said: To be continued..... I cry 😢😢😢😢😢 From joy and sadness that I have to wait 😢

Don’t cry my love! This chapter was just a teaser for the main event in the next one ;) Thank you for reading!

@audreymv said: You're such a tease man. Like boi I lOVE IT. Jungkook is about to get it on and it is my favorite thing. I am just falling for this story even more. Like I love Smut and you write it well. Like this Fanfic is going to kill me

You’re right, I am an absolute tease~ I hope to make the next chapter as intense and detailed as possible :3 Thank you so much for reading it dear! ^^

Anonymous said: WE NEED MORE OF THAT SEXY STUFF NOT JUST THAT AHHHHH BUT THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH AWESOME STUFF FOR US AHHHH I LOVED THE CHAPTER!!! ❤❤

More sexy stuff will continue in the next one c: That was just a little snippet of what is to come! Thank you so much my love :) I hope you have a great day!

@darkmoonmary said: *having difficulties with breathing, the cause being I Won't Stop You Part 12*

*resuscitates you* stay strong for the next chapter! I think you might like it~ Well, I hope you will anyway :3 Thank you for reading!

Anonymous said: Why just why did you have to nd it like that 😭 You're such a tease,now I have to wait for another week for the next part.I can't wait to see what happens next😏Anyway thank you and congrats on getting more that 1,000 notes for the previous part😚

I apologise for the amount of teasing I love to do~ heh ^^ Thank you for reading it my love, and I hope you’ll enjoy the next part! And thank you for telling me, I had no idea! I knew that my first chapter of this series hit 1k so that made me really happy because it let’s me know that you are all enjoying it ^^ Thank you so much! :D

Anonymous said: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IM SO DEAD. IM LITERALLY SCREAMING INSIDE! I WONT STOP U 12 IM DEAD. WHY DO U DO DIS TO ME T-T! Anxiously waiting for 13 IWST smut, ehehe *smirks* BUT DAMN GIRL IM SO DEAD! IM SO INTO THIS FIC TYSM! Have a good week! Xoxo <3 ~Yuno

Hello Yuno! I’m so glad to know that you’re liking the series my dear ^^ It makes me really happy!! I hope you’ll enjoy more sexy stuff next week c: I hope you have a great week too lovely! ^^

Anonymous said: Damn woman, that girl needs some lovin asap - wedding anon

I need some lovin WHUT YOU TALKING ABOUT *whispers incoherent words about being so fucking sexually frustrated* tHANK YOU FOR READING my lovely wedding anon~

Anonymous said: I'm really glad you've built up y/n's and jungkook's relationship in i won't stop you instead of just being like "yeah, these people are just gonna fuck" like most writers would do

Thank you so much for appreciating the time I’ve taken to build up a backstory and their relationship! I personally don’t mind when people jump straight into the whole smut thing - but this is more my style. Especially when writing a story and creating characters for people to hopefully relate to in some way!

Anonymous said:    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH I WAS ON THE TRAIN WHEN I READ THIE AND STARTED SCREAMING! MY OTP YES THIS WAS SO GREAT ILY  - panda anon

AAAAAAAA I’m so glad it could make you scream heh~ Thank you for reading it despite screaming on the train :3 I hpoe you’ll enjoy the next chapter too, panda anon!

Anonymous said: OMG IM JUST I...I...I IM JUST SO LIKE....*dies*

It’s okay, I feel your pain *hugs*

Anonymous said: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE "I WONT STOP YOU" I LITERALLY FELL APART READING PART 12. I CANT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK ASDFGHJKL

Thank you so much my love ^^ I’m so happy you enjoyed it!

Anonymous said: "[...]you were extremely thirsty." Ahahaha wellp. We probably all are with this cliffhanger. Omg sara, what is happening?? XD love the story as usual! Excited for the next part for no special reason at all. Hahaha <3 -unnianon

Hello unnianon! Thank you for picking up on the double meaning to that sentence ;) And yes! For no reason at all...*wiggles eyebrows* heh ^^ Thank you so much for reading my dear!

Anonymous said: OMG THIS UPDATE HAS ME SCREAMING  I LOVE YOUR STORIES GIRL KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK👌👌

I’m so happy you enjoyed it :3 I’ll keep working hard and thank you for reading!

Anonymous said: FUCJSHADBDHSOSUDCTVSOAHA SARA WHY YOU LEFT IT HANGING LIKE THAT! I swear 'I Won't Stop You' will be the death me! Jungkook isn't even my bias and I feel so wrecked right now..... good job by the way

Because I just wanted to get you all riled up in preparation for next week’s chapter c: Thank you so much for reading dear! ^^

THAT NEW CHAPTER WAS SOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD. I'm so happy Jungkook and her finally stepped it up 💕💕 great work as usual

Thank you my darling :3 I’m really happy that you’re enjoying it ^^ And yes! Finally they are accepting their feelings for each other and showing it in the process :3

Anonymous said: BRUH. CAN IT BE NEXT TUESDAY ALREADY OMG. I cannot express in words, how much I FREAKING love this story! I feel like in a way, the girl relates so much to my personality, that when I read I Won't Stop You, it feels even more like it's me T.T cuz yenno sometimes when you read fics, it doesn't totally feel natural cuz the character may do things differently than yourself. BUT DAMN. This girl is TOTALLY ME LOL. I've been trying to read less smut (lol) but wooo IM SO READY FOR THEM TO GET IT ON AHA

I’m so glad she’s very relatable to you. Honestly, when I write stories - I do often project myself into them with all the characters involved. The things Y/N does are things that would be close to how I would do or react to in real life ^^ So we must be very similar heh~ I’m really happy you’re enjoying it, and I hope you enjoy the future chapters too :3 Thank you!

Anonymous said: i DiEd fOR goodNesSSSs sakE... Can't wait for next week's chapter :)

Please don’t die, that would make me very sad :c Thank you my love!

Anonymous said: SHDHSKDGKCODVDIDBF W H Y!!!! DEAR JESUS I WON'T STOP YOU SERIES WILL BE THE DEATH OF MEEEE!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH MMM

NO DYING IS ALLOWED BUT SCREAMS OF PAIN AND PLEASURE ARE WELCOME~ lol thank you so much for reading it and enjoying it :3

Anonymous said: I usually don't like Vampire Stories and avoid fanfics BUT YOUR WRITING is *so* good I can't even. I wish I could put my thoughts on your writing skills in such beautiful words like you do it but all I can say is UGH. Everything is so detailed and well described so that I can see a clear picture in my head but with enough space to add my own things.You're honestly just amazing. You should become an author or sth like that.. (IWSY IS MY NEW LIFE AND I HATE THE CLIFFHANGER IN PT.12)

I’ve had a few people say to me that they usually don’t like Vampire Fanfics, so for you guys to read mine despite them not usually being your cup of tea makes me feel so amazing, you have no idea :) I appreciate that you notice the detail I put in! I want to create an entire scene in your head of the world I have imagined - with like you said, enough room for you to imagine smaller details too. Maybe one day when I am even older and even more bitter (if that’s possible) I will become an author :P heh~ Thank you so much for reading my love! I hope you’ll enjoy all the sexy stuff in the next chapter, too ;3

Anonymous said: GIRL YOU CANNOT JUST LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THAT 😫😫😭 We need the Jungkook sexy time

I give you my oath that in the next chapter, Jungkook sexy time will be delivered~ Heh^^ Thank you for reading!

@coppertopging said: I need a drink... do you have any holy water available?

*gives you an entire bucket of holy water* only if you share with me~ c:

Anonymous said: aaaa ive been waiting for p 12 of the vampire au :(

I posted it last night! If you have already read it, I hope you enjoyed it my love! ^^

Anonymous said: WHY? WHY R U DOING THIS TO ME? I WON'T STOP YOU IS MAKING ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS THAT I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN sorry for yelling but OH MY GOD I JUST AHJDDYJSOXHEHDBSKHDIEHEHD (this is me dying)

DON’T BE SORRY FOR YELLING C: I’m glad it’s making you feel a lot of things :3 Thank you for reading it and I hope you’ll enjoy next week’s chapter too! ;)

Anonymous said: Don't u have to, like, stop writing i won't stop you for a while just to breath or something cause GURLLLLL that last part was sexy af

Hmm, usually I just imagine it all in my head and write furiously :P I really live in the moment when I write it and write accordingly to what’s happening in my mind! The problem occurs when I read it back and I feel my cheeks burning or I feel some type of way if you catch my drift haha~ Thank you my love for reading it! ^^

Anonymous said: SUCH A CLIFFHANGER!! I HATE IT. Just kidding. I LOVE IT I LOVED IT SO MUCH I LOVED THIS CHAPTER SO MUCH. I CANT WAIT AHHH ITS SO GOOD

I’m so sorry for the cliffhangerrrrrrr ahh :( But truth be told, it WAS running on too long for a single chapter. And the smut I have planned is very detailed. And I figured it needs a whole chapter of its own :3 I hope you’ll enjoy it! And thank you for reading this chapter, too :D

Anonymous said: SARA WHAT THE FUCK. I CANT BELIEVE YOU DID THAT TO ME. OMFG I'M SO I CANT EVEN WHY DID I KNOW YOU WOULD TEASE THE FUCK OUT OF ME THEN STOP. YOU'RE SO UNBELIEVABLE. I CANT EVEN. (really Ily and you're so good at writing) I HATE THIS SO MUCH MAKE IT TUESDAY NOW. I NEED MORE. IM GONNA RIP MY HAIR OUT

If there is one thing you should know about me, I am a hellish tease. Always have been, always will be. In every aspect of my life :3 I hope you enjoyed the chapter, despite being denied :P But next chapter will hopefully satisfy your needs! hehe~ Thank you for reading my dear :)

@lucas-is-mine said: (1)Jungkook,Yoongi,Tae said she special and here comes my theories :p Maybe bc she has some connection with vampires, possibly her parents death was caused by them,she likes to bite,maybe she's not human and doesnt know yet. I like to guess (2)what you mean behind some senteces that you wrote. About the last chapter i was screaming when it finished like that but i can survive another week and im really excited for the next part. Thanks for your effort! :)

Ooooh look at you with all your theories :3 I actually love it when people tell me what they think will happen! But of course, I’ll never say whether you are wrong or right :3 Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you’ll like the next chapter ^^ There is still a lot more to unfold in the story, so I hope it will make you keep guessing! ^^

Anonymous said: ITS 4AM HERE AND IM LOSING MY MIND ON THE ENDING OF I WONT STOP YOU ! LIKE HOW DARE U OML IM DYING AND I WANNA CRY ! NOW I HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE WEEK YET AGAIN BUT THATS OK CUZ ITS SO WORTH IT I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND OMF FML I CANT ! I LIVE FOR THIS FANFIC I STG IT GIVES ME LIFE AND MY EMOTIONS R EVERYWHERE AFTER READING 😭😭

I’M SO SORRY I APOLOGISE c: But hopefully you enjoyed it despite the denial :3 I promise you that you will get what you want next week with the next chapter that I post! :3 Thank you so much for reading my love :)

Anonymous said: ya kno the moment i saw the warning you put in the beginning i knew shits bout to go down I WENT LIKE AYYYEEEE MY BOY FINALLY GOING IT AFTER HUNDRED OF YEARS BOY GET IT (same for the oc like GET THAT DICK GIRL) before clicking BUT I WAS WRONGJSDFSBGJBHNA WHAT DID I DO TO MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE THIS LETS SKIP WEEKENDS AND GO STRAIGHT AHEAD like seriously this fic makes me excited for tuesday actually nO TUESDAY IS MY FAVE DAY OF THE WEEK NOWGHJFSBGKJSG

GET THAT DICK GIRL LMFAO I’M SCREAMING RIGHT NOW! I’m sorry for teasing you terribly~ But, next chapter will hopefully make up for it :3 I’m so happy to know that I can make you look forward to Tuesdays! Thank you for reading my series and I hope you have an awesome day darling!

Anonymous said: I HAS BEEN WAITING FOR SMUT SINCE PART 1. CLIFFHANGERS ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. Y U DO DIS?

Good things come to those who wait, you little vixen! Hehe~ I hope you’ll enjoy all the sexy stuff :3

@kpop-everythings said: 9-10pm on Tuesdays UK time automatically means Wednesdays in Australia. Wednesdays are the magical days in which I am blessed with Vamp!kook

Ahh yes because you are 12 (?) hours ahead of UK time, right? I’m glad I can bless you with VampKook :3 Thank you so much for reading my series darling! ^^

Anonymous said: Holy shit. I won't stop you. Is this it? Finally? The smut we've been waiting for?! Ohmfjgosh!

It’s the beginning of the smut that will happen throughout the next chapter! There will ALSO be more smut scenes in future chapters too~ Don’t worry my love - I plan on feeding you well :3

Anonymous said: THE SMUT HAS ARRIVED! *WINK WINK*

IT HAS ARRIVED AND I HOPE YOU’LL ENJOY IT :3 Thank you so much for reading lovely :)

@jeonjowaaan said: OH MY FREAKING GOD I WILL NOT GONNA CHANGE TO ANONYMOUS CAUSE IM NOT ASHAMED TO TELL YOU THAT IM ONE OF YOUR FAN I REALLY LOVE YOUR STORIES SPEACIALLY I WONT STOP YOU 😭 I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR UPDATE CAUSE GOD KNOWS HOW YOU RELIEF MY STRESS 💕

I’m glad you came off anonymous to tell me! :) heh~ I’m so happy you love the series so far my dear ^^ I hope you look forward to the next chapter! ^^

Anonymous said: Hiiiii omgggg I've been following your Jungkook fic obsessively and I have to say your latest update had me on edge! Can't wait to see what comes next. You are doing work of the gods please keep it up <3

Hello dear! Thank you for reading it since the beginning ^^ It makes me so happy that you are enjoying it! Work of the gods heh~ I don’t think so! But I’ll keep trying to do my best :3 Have a great day babe!

@callmessam said: 'Over, and over again.'   This cliffhanger though! I need answers. What is your expression when you wrote this whole chapter, not to mention the cliffhanger? Cos I can imagine you smiling evilly, knowing this is a torture for us 😍

You’ll just have to wait for next week to find out those answers :3 But I hope you won’t be disappointed! I DID kind of have an evil smile on my face when I ended it with that cliffhanger :3 I apologise for all the teasing! But hopefully its pleasured torture in the end~ heh^^

@eatjinma said: I just want to say that I won't stop you is genuinely the best fic I have read. I'm so in love with it. KEEP SLAYING GURL ;) kisses from England

Ahh thank you so much my love! Thank you for reading it and enjoying it :3 I’m also from England yay! ^^

@bangtangurlarmy said: I HATE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU MORE FOR PART 12. YOU'RE JUST AWESOME AND IT'S HORRIBLE HOW YOU ENDED IT JUST LIKE THAT. DO YOU NOT CARE FOR US? OMG IM DYING. I LOVE YOU

Don’t worry my little dear~ I will feed you all very well next week! :3 Heh~ Thank you so much for reading it! I hope you enjoyed it ^^

[searchingwardrobes]

Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom Com: Sleepless in Seattle 2/3

Rating: G for this story, but most of the stories in Captain Swan is My Favorite Rom-Com are rated T

Can also be read on Ao3

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Emma’s tires screeched as she flew into the space in the overnight parking deck. She grabbed her purse, frantically checking to make sure they had everything: keys, tickets, cash, her driver’s license, Dramamine in case of turbulence.

“Okay, kid,” she told Henry as she jumped out of the car, “we’re going to be racing to the terminal like in Home Alone. You ready?”

“I guess,” Henry grumbled.

“Seriously?” Emma couldn’t help snapping as she yanked their suitcase from her trunk. “Walsh got you a trip to Disney World for Christmas, and you’re having an attitude?”

Henry crossed his arms in front of him petulantly. “My affections cannot be bought.”

Emma rolled her eyes as she shoved Henry’s suitcase into his hands. “Where in the world do you get your vocabulary?”

“I read, Mom.”

Emma ran for the parking deck elevator. “It’s the happiest place on earth. Can you at least try to enjoy it?”

“You think Walsh might get tied up at work and not be able to join us? Cause that would make me very happy!”

Emma rubbed her forehead wearily as she jabbed at the elevator button. God, she and Walsh weren’t even married yet, and Henry’s stepchild syndrome was already giving her a migraine.

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The post-holiday crowd at the Boston airport jostled their way through the baggage claim area. That was probably why Alice’s father had a firm grip on her hand, though she felt she was far too old for such things. They had arrived yesterday to unpack the boxes that had been shipped to Uncle Liam and Aunt Elsa’s new apartment and to make sure the furniture had been delivered. It had been hard work but fun, with pizza and camping out on the living room floor.

Alice spotted her aunt and uncle through the crowd and took off at a run, squealing with joy. Her father called after her in a panic, but she paid him no mind as Uncle Liam scooped her up into a big bear hug. He set her down only for her to be enveloped by Aunt Elsa.

Killian stood by, a rare smile upon his lips as he watched the reunion. His brother turned to him with a welcome grin and enveloped him in a hearty embrace.

“It’s good to see you, little brother.”

“Younger,” Killian corrected with a chuckle, “and the feeling is mutual.”

Liam patted his shoulders as he took a step back. “Well, I managed to cross the ocean that divided us, now I just have to get things squared away so I cross the continent as well.”

“Liam,” Elsa groaned, her arms still around Alice, “let’s not talk about business right now. It’s Christmas.”

“It was Christmas,” Alice corrected with a frown, “why couldn’t you get here sooner?”

“Oh honey, we wanted to,” Elsa explained, patting her cheeks, “but this was our last Christmas with my sister and her family. Next year we’ll be traveling across an ocean to see them.”

Killian rubbed at his clenched jaw. “You know you didn’t have to do this -”

“Don’t start that,” Elsa cut him off, stepping forward to give him a hug of her own, “you need us.”

“What he needs is a wife,” Alice piped up.

Killian’s jaw clenched again as he suppressed a groan. Elsa arched a brow at him and then

glanced over at Alice. “What’s this all about?” she asked.

Killian turned to his daughter with a pointed expression. “Why don’t you tell them what you did,

Alice?

She shrunk into herself as all three adults looked at her with raised brows.

“Papa . . . “

Kilian circled his hand in the air. “No, seriously, tell them. About the radio show.”

Alice’s blush crept all the way up to her ears.

“Radio show?” asked Elsa.

“Aye,” Killian explained, “on Christmas Eve Alice called into a radio show and told them I needed a new wife for Christmas,”

Elsa’s face morphed into a tender expression as she pressed a hand to her chest. “Oh Alice,” she sighed, pulling her niece close. Alice’s shame melted away at the understanding look in her aunt’s eyes. “She just wants you to be happy, Killian, we all do.”

“It’s been over two years -” Liam began, but he was silenced by Killian’s raised palm.

“Don’t, just don’t.”

“It’s perfectly fine to start dating again,” Elsa added, “Milah wouldn’t want -”

“Like it’s so easy. I’ll just grow a new heart,” Killian snapped. He bent to hoist Elsa’s carry-on over his shoulder, clearly conveying that the conversation was over. “It only happens once.”

Killian turned towards the airport doors and instantly collided with someone racing in. He instinctively reached out to steady the person with his hands at her shoulders, and found himself looking into a pair of jade eyes. The woman’s startled look softened and the hands that grasped the front of his shirt relaxed, her fingers grazing the exposed skin of his chest where his top buttons were undone. The featherlight brushes of her fingertips sent a jolt through his chest. Her cheeks were flushed, perhaps from the cold, and her golden hair was a riot of messy waves, most likely because she’d been in a rush. Killian blinked and gaped like a schoolboy. He hadn’t been so completely mesmerized by a woman’s beauty since . . .

“H-hello,” he stuttered.

“Hello,” she breathed out in return. Was she as affected as he was?

“Mom!”

The woman yanked her hands from his chest at the sound of the boy’s voice. The lad yanked on her arm.

“Mom, you said we were gonna miss our flight.”

The flush on her cheeks deepened as she turned quickly away from Killian.

“Papa, are you alright?” Alice’s words made him realize he was still staring at the woman’s retreating form.

Henry’s eyes fell on the little girl tugging on her father’s hand, and he gasped.

“Mom,” he cried as he was dragged down the concourse, “did you hear that? Their accents, and she called him Papa! I think it’s Alice and Killian. From the radio show Christmas Eve!”

“Henry, that’s ridiculous. This is Boston airport, that call came from Seattle.”

“But lots of people travel for the holidays,” Henry argued.

“And lots of people have British accents.”

“It’s them, Mom, I know it! I think it’s a sign.”

Emma sighed as she stopped at their gate and handed the tickets to the attendant. The man looked them over and told them to hurry on board, the plane was taking off soon. Henry picked up the conversation as they raced down the tunnel.

“What are the chances that we heard them on the radio and then two days later, we run into them?”

Emma ignored him as she found their seats and stowed their carry-ons. As she plopped into the seat next to him, she put her arm around him and smiled.

“Know what I think, kid? I do think this is a sign. A sign you’ve been spending way too much time with Mary Margaret.”

They both laughed, but Henry wasn’t giving up so easily. That magic Mary Margaret had talked about? He could feel it in the air.

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When Henry got home from school, he passed his mom and her friend Ruby chatting in the kitchen. He gave his mom a quick hug then went to find a snack in the kitchen. He was standing in front of the pantry trying to decide between Oreos and Chips Ahoy when he heard it.

“Sleepless in Seattle?” Ruby asked.

Henry stilled, leaning towards the living room to hear better.

“That’s what she called him on the radio because he can’t sleep.” His mother paused, and he suddenly felt like she somehow had eyes in the kitchen. “Henry!” she called out. “What are you doing in there?”

“Getting Oreos!” he shouted back. He grabbed the package and shut the pantry door to emphasize his point.

“Use a bowl!”

“Ok!” He tossed a few cookies in a bowl, then grabbed the jug of milk from the fridge. He strained to hear the conversation, but his mother had lowered her voice. He quickly poured his milk, then walked back out into the living room. His mother clamped her mouth shut the minute she saw him. “Got homework,” he told her nonchalantly, forcing himself to barely glance her way.

His mother and Ruby stayed silent as he ascended the stairs. He went to his door, opened and shut it, then settled down on the top step. Sure enough, their conversation resumed once they thought he was out of earshot.

“Are you telling me you’re having fantasies about this man?” Ruby asked. He could hear his mother groan.

“I know,” she said, sounding like her voice was muffled. He could imagine his mom with a pillow smashed to her face. “I’m having fantasies about a man I’ve never met. I don’t even know what he looks like! He could be a chainsaw murderer, a cult leader, or someone really sick. Like . . . like . . . Neal.”

Henry grimaced. His mom had told him all about his dad. How he was older and took advantage of her, and how he was now in jail. Still, he sometimes wondered if it meant something was wrong with him too. No matter how many times his mom insisted he was the best thing that had ever happened to her, he still wondered if his dad’s DNA had tainted him somehow.

“So if you think it’s so crazy,” Ruby asked, “why can’t you stop thinking about him?”

“I don’t know . . . he just started talking about how much he loved his wife, and suddenly I was crying.”

“Whoa. Emma Swan does not cry. Especially about sappy stuff.”

“I know! It totally threw me, Rubes! What’s wrong with me?”

“And then there was the guy at the airport?” Ruby asked. “You think he’s the same guy.”

“No, Henry thinks he is. But it was so strange, Ruby. It was like we had met before . . . I just felt this . . . connection.”

Emma trailed off, and it was quiet for a while. Even though he couldn’t see them, Henry had a feeling his mother had her head in Ruby’s lap right now and the brunette was combing her fingers through her hair.

“I think,” Ruby finally said, “that this has more to do with Walsh than this mystery man.”

“Ugh, I feel awful. I’m engaged to Walsh, and I’m fantasizing about someone else. What kind of person does that make me?”

“It makes you a woman who wants more,” Ruby replied. “I think that’s why you can‘t get Sleepless in Seattle out of your head. You want the kind of love he had with his wife. And the guy at the airport? You want electricity! And let’s face it, honey, you don’t have either of those things with Walsh. That man may be loyal, but he’s boring as hell.”

“Walsh is a good man,” Emma protested. “He’s steady, he makes a good living, he’s responsible . . . and he adores me.”

Henry clutched his glass of milk so hard he was afraid it might shatter. This was his mom’s speech. Had Ruby heard it as many times as he had?

“You’ve said that, Emma. But do you love him?”

Henry held his breath, counting the beats of his heart waiting for his mother’s answer. When it didn’t readily come, he heard Ruby sigh.

“I think you should at least write to this guy in Seattle. Make sure Walsh is the one.”

“I never said Walsh wasn’t the one!” Emma argued. “And are you insane? I can’t write a letter to a man I’ve never met! Besides, I bet he’s being flooded with letters already. Do you know how many women were asking for his number on the air that night alone?”

“Well, if you won’t write him maybe I will,” Ruby teased. “You’ve made him sound like a dream.”

“Don’t you dare, Rubes!”

Henry heard his mother and Ruby squealing and laughing, and the sounds of pillows thudding against the sofa. He rose from the top stair and made his way to his room, opening and closing the door with agonizing slowness. He set his untouched snack down on his nightstand and went over to his desk. He pulled out a pen and a sheet of paper and began to write.

“Dear Sleepless in Seattle . . . “