#Did he pass or get dunked on you decide

[hulloitsdani]

Pov you’re Fjorm about to witness the prince of the nation you’ve allied yourself with get brutally betrayed by his own tactician.

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 4 : Flashbacks and Fear

Continuation the The Prolouge, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 and Chapter 3.

Just his luck...

This stupid Fenton Luck.

He's lost in Gotham and Dante is still at work, He forgot where he was for a moment and remembers 'oh he's not in amity' too late and now he's wandering the streets.

"Fuck.... Oh Ancients... Where do I go.... Oh no.. Dan will be so worried." Danny combs his hair back with his hands and letting it ruffle back down again.

Stress. That's what he's feeling right now, confusion too maybe. He wanders the streets in search of his way back hoping the "Fenton Luck" would be on his side and guide him back home.

"Please, please plea-" He stops talking as he hears a commotion, possibly a gang fight he thinks and he decides to hide within the darkness of the alleys in fear of getting in the crossfire.

He doesn't like to hear the fighting... Not anymore much so. He covers his ears as he curled up in the corner of the alleys trembling with his hood up. He tries to muffle the fighting noises coming through his ears by lulling a lullaby Jazz always sang to him.

"🎶p...pass the fourth turn.... By... The barn ... Where Mrs. Full man.. lived until she passed on... There is a cottage.. by the lake..side... Where fairies.... Come out at night.... Hic- .... There's a music.... Box in the bedroom... Hic.... It's playing songs... From 1922.... And if you listen... Hic—🎶" He stops singing as tears rolled down his cheeks, the memories were getting to him. Happy memories when she was alive.

He curls up even further and sobbed hoping his sobs would muffle the Noises. Until the noises finished, but Danny still couldn't stop crying in fear and the memories flooding in on his mind. Replaying over and over again.

The warm smile she gives him, the reassurance that he's no less than human despite having becoming a Halfa. The Family he misses, he misses her so much. He wishes she was still there to comfort him with her lullabies, her gentle touch, her soft spoken voice.

"I'm scared Jazz..." He mutters sobbing.

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Damian perked up, they had just finished breaking up a gang fight but Damian couldn't help but hear... Subtle sobs of a child...

Damian isn't always one to care much but he couldn't help himself this time.

"Is everything alright Robin?" The Big B asks with a monotonous tone.

"Not sure B, I hear a child sobbing their eyes out...." Damian answers and starts to walk trying to track the sobs. It made his heart ache- Fuck why is he acting like his father and that so called Genetic "Adoption Tendencies". He refuses to be one of his brothers with that Genetic. Maybe even Grayson is a more reasonable option for that Genetic.

Damian saw a glimpse of the sobbing child in the alley. He tries to mimic his father and try not to be intimidating.

"Hey there... Kid.." Damian spoke out softly with the gentlest smile he could muster out of his face. The kid looked up and it made Damian Flinch.

His eyes, they're too... Reminiscent of the Lazarus Waters.... Did someone dunk this kid there too? What the fuck happened to him? Who is he?, many questions ran through Robin's Mind but he shakes it off to check up on the kid.

"Are you alright... Do you need hel—" Damian was cut off by the kid suddenly hugging him tightly.

"Please... Bring me back home... Hic... I want to go home..." The kid sobbed, almost pleading to go back home.

Why is Damian's Heart Aching?. Why is it making him want to cry too... It was odd, but Damian just hugs the kid back and carries him— Dear God he's so light weight. It's like lifting a feather, very concerning... His body temperature was also ice cold. That's even more concerning.

"Ofcourse... I'll take you home... Do you uhm- have any family?" Robin asks worryingly.

"Mhm.... My big brother..." The kid mutters softly.

"And where is he?" Robin asks again and was told that he works at a local new Cafe near Gotham U.

Robin just nods and looks at Batman with a stern yet softer look.

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Bruce was confused, Damian was being.... Soft-spoken, really. A rare sight. Damian consoling a crying child.

A child with Black hair blue eyes and .. a lot of scars, including a very concerning Lichtenberg Scars that traces along the child's eye to his skin and possibly down to his chest or back.

"B, the police can handle the rest of them, I'll take this child to the Cafe near Gotham U." Robin states blantantly.

"...hnn... I'm coming with you." Bruce said and Robin just sighed and nodded.

Who's child is this...? How did he get here? How did he make Damian so soft-spoken? Is he a meta? Is one of the criminals they subdued his parents or-... Bruce tried to keep his thoughts calm, it's just a child after all.

Bruce gave the kid a Candy, Odd that he had one in his pocket but it still calmed the kid nontheless

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They eventually reached the Cafe and Saw a Panicking Man yelling out the name "Danny" as he wanders around concerningly.

"Dan!" The kid yelled out, still in Robin's arms.

"OH ANCIENTS! DANNY!" Dante was very worried, tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was already About to call Vlad.

Robin sets Danny Down and Danny ran to Dan and Jumped at him. Dante hugged Danny tightly, "Fuck... Where did you go... You little twerp.... You shouldn't run away like that... Or even wander off. Goddamit.." Dante sighed in relief as they pressed foreheads with each other .

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Danny mutters under soft sobs.

"It's okay kid... It's okay.." Dante reassures him as he looked at Robin with soft gentle teary eyes. "Thank you..." Dante utters with his voice almost breaking.

"C'mon Danny.. say thank you to the heroes." Dante tries to distract Danny through telling him to say thank you and Danny tilts his head towards Robin and Batman.

"Thank you..." He smiles with teary reddish eyes that made Damian's Heart Ache but also throb with happiness.

Robin smiles softly. "It's what...we do..." He says with a gentle soft-spoken tone. Batman just Grunts approvingly and Danny Giggled.

"Thank you. Thank you again. I wish you all the best.." Dante mutters as he kisses Danny's Hair and Bows at the two heroes before walking off.

Danny waves goodbye at Robin and Batman and Robin couldn't help but wave back, he slowly stares at his hand that was waving goodbye and presses it to his chest.

"... Such an... Odd feeling..." Robin utters with a smile still plastered on his face as he noticed the kid had left a sticker on his glove. A star sticker infact.

He plans to keep that sticker on the glove now. Never letting it be taken off, because it made him smile.

Really.

Odd... So odd.

As promised @craftyexpertchild and @darkenedenchantress tags for y'all

I wrote this in a 40-30 minutes timeframe

Older brother Dan is my type of Man and Cunt™

[radioisntdead]

Impromptu naptime

Alastor x Sleepy reader, with always sleepy reader headcanons+ normal tired reader drabble

warnings: fluff, OOC Alastor I'm sleepy while writing this so uh, that's a warning

Good evening dearest readers! It's time for FLUFF!

Sleepy you that falls asleep anywhere and everywhere, honestly it's concerning behavior but surprisingly you've lasted long enough in hell unharmed.

You use Alastor as a traveling pillow, like it's a good thing he loves you or else you'd be a screaming star on his broadcast.

You're sleepy and Alastor's unguarded shoulder is right there? Perfect pillow! He's sitting? His lap is free pillow estate.

If you're an overlord you betcha he has to continuously poke you awake to listen at meetings, or he'd let you sleep and face the consequences of not knowing what's going on.

It's normal to find you just snoozing away on the floor, Charlie stumbled upon you once and nearly had a heart attack thinking you had gotten hurt or worse!

Alastor prefers you take one of your impromptu naps near him because it's a hassle trying to find you if you fall asleep somewhere else, he once found you in a cabinet.

I imagine after dunking Alastor in several scented baths and getting him to do basic hygiene he'd be nice to sleep around.

Like dude has fluffy ears pet them while sleeping and you'll dream of the fluffy ears

I imagine if your also a deer you curl up like a fawn like look at this little guy

I imagine people trip over you if your just casually knocked out on the floor, Angel dust in particular has to watch out because he's the main person who trips over you.

You had a rather tiring day, for starters you didn't get proper sleep the night before, no idea why you just couldn't and then that morning the remaining of Sir Pentious's egg boys got ahold of a bow and arrow and almost shooting you smack dab in the head, you went to pick up from groceries for the hotel and nearly got mugged! Thankfully you could handle yourself, and then someone in your friend group groupchat that you didn't particularly like being a dick to you for no apparent reason, like what did you even do to them??

All you wanted to do was take a nap but you couldn't because your dearest Alastor decided he wanted you to sit in during his radio broadcast and after he'd take you out for a lovely dinner date.

You sat comfortably on the couch Alastor had in his radio tower, listening as he went on about whatever topic he chose, his radio-y voice eventually lulling you to a deep sleep.

An hour had passed before Alastor finished his broadcast, he got up from his chair and fixed his suit,

"Now then shall we head to dinner Mon étoile?"

Alastor asked before turning around and realizing that you had fallen asleep on that couch of his, shaking his head he decided to scoop you up from the couch,

"Let's get you to a proper bed."

He muttered exiting the radio tower and carrying you to your bedroom.

Good evening folks! Hope you enjoyed this I may have projected a little with the friend group person because GOOD GOLLY WHAT DID I DO FOR THEM TO ACT LIKE A JERKWAD?

Anywho I gotta finish my mother's day gift for my mom then I'm getting a discord server prepped because we're already halfway to 300 of you lovely folks and I need to be prepared! Tomorrow's a mother's day drabble with darling Rosie! So tune on in for that!

Thank you for tuning in!

[supernatural-thingz]

On Fire

Part 2

Part 1

Part 2

Poly!lost boys x hellhound!reader

18+

Y/n sat quietly in the candle lit cave as her boys were out causing chaos. After some time had passed, she put her book down and decided to get cleaned up, her body still cased in ash from her shift earlier. She wandered through the caverns of the endless cave. It's really quite a fascinating structure. Some of the cave was mad up from this old chic hotel but other parts were formed over the years naturally and she loved the little pieces of nature hidden of the depths of their cave. Hidden away in the depths of the cave was a spring of ocean water that pooled in and made the perfect bath. The boys had put candles all around and Marko even snagged a few towels from some surfers he was harrasing on the beach. As she stepped into the room, it was dark. Not a single candle was lit but that's an easy fix. She flashed her eyes a crimson red and snapped her fingers together, emitting a flame around the room that lit all the candles. She smirked in satisfaction. Hellhounds could control fire and have incredible strength. Even more powerful than a werewolf but kind of similar. Y/n took her hair down and stripped off the random tshirt and sweatpants she had thrown on before entering the water. The ocean water felt cool on her skin as she scrubbed the soot from her body. Once she was clean of ash, she leaned against the edge of the pool just relaxing in the cool water.

It didn't last as long as y/n had hoped as she heard whoops and hollers echo through the cave. The boys were home. Dwayne was the first one to find y/n. "You know, if shifting causes you to have to bathe more, I'm all for it" he smirked as he peeled of his blood clad jacket and jeans before joining y/n in the pool. Y/n laughs and looks Dwayne over. He had blood all over him. These boys were messy esters. Even more so when they're pissed off. "Well considering how messy you all are, I think us all bathing more would be beneficial" y/n teases. Dwayne laughs as he gets closer to y/n and wraps his hands around her waist. Y/n studied his face. He had streaks of blood on his cheeks. She cupped water in her hand and washed away the red from his smooth skin. Dwayne watched her every move. He had never known such kindness. She was the kindest soul he had ever known and it still shocked him that he was theirs. Dwayne locked eyes with y/n and went to kiss her but they were both covered in a huge splash of water. "It was definitely a blonde" y/n said as she wiped the sea water out of her eyes. Marko now stood in the pool laughing his ass off. His curls now wet and crumbling apart making his hair look longer than usual. "I had to do it! It was too perfect of an opportunity!" Marko reasoned as he waded over to Dwayne and y/n. "Bullshit, you jealous little ass!" Dwayne bellowed as he grabbed Marko and dunked him under the water. Y/n shook her head and smirked at their antics before walking up to Dwayne and kissing his lips. "You know how jealous he gets, D." She teases knowing full well that Marko can hear her. Marko wasted no time striding over to y/n in the pool and smashed his lips into hers with such force that she hit the side of the pool. "I know my jealousy drives you wild, baby" Marko winks. "Excuse me but this is just rude!" Paul yells as he entered the room and kicked off his boots before making quick work of his clothes and joining the trio in the pool. "Starting the party without the best member?" Paul teased, grabbing y/n away from Marko. His eyes didn't land on her eyes like they typically did. Hid eyes were trained on the still fading scar on y/n's chest, right below her collarbone. Y/n grabbed his chin and picked his head up to meet her gaze. "I'm OK,Paulie. I promise." She reassures, quickly kissing his lips. He brushed his hand over her cheek and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I just worry about you, sweetness. I can't help it. I just wanna protect you from everything and anything. I want nothing to hurt you or pierce this beautiful skin." Paul leaned his forehead onto hers before taking a deep breathe. "I heal, hunny. I'm not as fragile as I look" y/n smirked before running her hands over Paul's shoulders. Paul immediately smiles "Oh I know you're not fragile, sweetheart. You can't be with us around. I'm sure we would of broken you by now if you weren't so tough." Paul winked before kissing her lips and diving into the pool to clean off his dinner. Y/n felt a presence and knew immediately who the feeling belonged to. She looked over at the doorway and David was leaning against it. His icy blue eyes watching the boys goofing around in the pool and you.

"Our pest problem has been taken care of, my love" David cooed as he entered the room and took off his blood stained clothes. He never broke eye contact with y/n as he entered the pool and made his way directly to her. He grabbed her hips as he got close enough and pulled her close. " Thank you for taking care of them. They were just gonna be a problem." Y/n said as she put her hands on David's chest. "They hurt our queen. We couldn't possibly let them just walk away" David responded as he held y/n in his arms. Y/n hummed as she felt safe in his arms. Surrounded by her boys. Everything felt right.

David swiftly caught her legs over his arms and put them around his waist. " I hear Paul made you a promise if you were good while we were gone and the cave's not on fire so I'd say you listened" David said as he slowly moved his hips, making his length tease against her. Y/n let out a hum that got all the other boys attention. "I..I just read my book....and took a bath." Y/n was able to answer breathlessly as David continued to move his hips, teasing her. "I'd say that counts as being good" David cooed before he captured her lips in a heated kiss and grabbed her ass with both hands. She swiftly lifted her up in the water slightly and slid his length into her. She let out a cry of bliss. Dwayne soon stood behind her, holding her up. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and started kissing the side of her neck. As David increased his pace, y/n leaned back into Dwayne more. Dwayne held her shoulders and reclined her back into the water so that she was laying on it, floating. Marko and Paul immediately came over and stared kissing her now fully exposed torso as Dwayne continued to kiss her neck and face. David rocketed his hips to meet hers and she bit her lip as her eyes turned red. "There you go,baby. Relax. Let us take care of you" Dwayne whispered in her ear. Her back arched as David continued at his quick speed. " Fuck this feels amazing" she gasped out as the boys just smirked. David clenched his jaw as he grabbed her hips with a bruising strength and rutted into her. David's eyes turned gold as his speed began to grow sloppy and y/n let out a moan as they released together. "Fuck Kitten. Feels like you bring me back to life" David groaned as he pulled out and trailed kisses up her stomach.

Paul was quick to take David's place between her legs. "You still with us,sugar?" Paul asked as he pulled y/n up so that her chest was against his. "You know it takes more than that to knock me out" y/n teases with half lidded eyes. She felt another pair of hands sneak around her stomach and looked over her shoulder to see Marko, grinning from ear to ear. "I think me and Paul have a plan to knock you out" Marko teased before kissing her neck. "Oh yeah?" She questioned, biting her lip. "Yeah,sweets. I think you deserve it after the day you've had" Paul adds as he smashes his lips into hers. She kisses him back,weaving her fingers through his long blonde hair. Paul then moves a hand down to her folds and his touch sends Shockwave through her whole body. "Fuck! Paulie please!" Y/n cried out begging him for more than just a touch.

He laughed a little before lining himself up with her entrance and rocking his hips forward but after that he stills his movement and moves his mouth to her ear. "You think you can handle me and Marko, sweetness? You gonna be a good girl while we tear you apart?" Paul teased with a pleased smirk. Paul was quite the tease when he wanted to be. Yeah most of the time he was a golden retriever goofball but times like these seemed to ignite his more dominant instincts and it was intoxicating. Y/n nods at a loss for words and Paul kisses her jaw as he starts to move his hips, dragging in and out of her slowly. He knew how to tease her. How to get her exactly where he wanted her. This woman was his world. A goddess. He wanted to treat her as such at any chance he got. Y/n's mouth remained open as she gasped at all the places Paul's length was hitting just right at this slow speed. But she wanted more. She pulled at the blonde vamps hair, unable to voice what she wanted as she was lost in the pleasure. Paul laughed as he let out a breathy moan. "Fuck yeah,baby. You want more?" Paul asked as Marko began biting at her neck from behind. "Yes" y/n groaned out. What she wasn't expecting was the feeling of Marko's hand feeling for her entrance and then him rocketing his hips,plunging into her in rhythm with Paul. Y/n lets out a screech and wraps her arm back towards Marko as she rakes he nails across his shoulder. "Shhh. Easy, Mi amore" Marko whispered as him and Paul stilled their movement and allowed her to adjust to them. "Fuck,sweets! If you keep squeezing us like that, we aren't lasting too long" Paul groans as he feels y/n's heat flutter against him. Once the boys felt satisfied that they had given y/n enough time to adjust, they both started rocking their hips in rhythm. Moans and groans came from all 3 of them as they moved together, the water around them splashing up at the momentum. Y/n's eyes turned red and her face started to smolder with a slight flame as she grabbed onto Marko with one hand and Paul with the other. "Ready,my love? Together OK?" Paul cooed with half lidded eyes. Y/n nodded as she threw her head back against Marko's chest and both vamps let out a moan while y/n's back arched at she let out a moan. "Fuck!" Marko exclaimed as he pulled out of her and tried to catch his breath (yeah he doesn't breath but old habits right?). Paul follows suit and peppers kisses over her face.

She looked drunk. She was in complete bliss. Exhausted but happy. Paul picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the pool where a towel clad Dwayne was waiting with a towel. Dwayne took her in his arms and wrapped the towel around her before carrying her out of the room and through the cave pathways to her bed. Well it was more their bed now since the boys preferred sleeping by her instead of in their usual spots. She was home for them. She was their safety. Dwayne laid y/n down in her bed and pulled the blanket over her towel clad form. Her eyes fought off sleep as she stared up at Dwayne. "But what about you?" Y/n asked with a voice full of sleep while reaching a hand out to him. Dwayne grabbed her hand and kissed it before laying down next to her and kissing her temple. "Later,Princess. Now you sleep." Dwayne anwsers as he pulls her onto his chest and notices how fast she falls asleep. Paul comes into the room not long after and curled up next to her, kissing her shoulder before nuzzling into her sleeping form. Marko then comes in and lays across her feet like a lap dog cuz let's be real he's just everyone's favorite rabid chihuahua. Finally, David joins his family laying on the other side of her as he observes the way she had fallen asleep in Dwayne's arms practically laying on him. Their little Hellhound.

[sanjisluvbot]

Isekai Yander Strawhats X Black Fem Reader Ch 16

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The trees cried like they understood your pain. The leaves scattering from their branches but the tree itself never leaving, you were certain that if they could you would be rooted into the Sunny never setting foot off of it again. They wouldn’t even bat an eye at this idea.

The story was getting repetitive and you were simply so tired. Tired of it all. Questioning your sanity every night, wanting to trust but never knowing who was fully honest with you.

Going to Law and asking him a single thing about what Sanji just told you would be a dangerous mistake as of right now. You trusted Law but when you really sit with yourself— you trust no one in this world, you could only trust your own judgement.

Right then you decided what you were going to do, and you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your face, along with the tears finally falling over your tear duck running a stream down your cheeks. Anyone passing by would see this as a mental break down. You probably looked like a lunatic although at this point nothing mattered.

You laughed to yourself, you’d been taking everything so seriously for a while now. This feeling you felt right now felt like freedom, and you were overjoyed knowing you finally made a decision for yourself.

You endured so much for so long, you were desperate for a break. This has turned into something unimaginable and as more of your story unravels you were bound to either completely shatter or, finally just up and go for it.

Pondering to yourself and the woman you’ve molded into these last few months it was hard to differentiate whether you grew or shrunk. Did this entire experience make you stronger? Was everything that transpired worth it? The heavy bags under your eyes and constant frown etched onto your face portrayed multiple things.

Your pain was ignored of course, and Law never did say anything if he noticed. It felt like your heart was being squeezed thinking about him, you were conflicted but only because you didn’t want to make the wrong decisions regarding him.

You wanted to laugh at the high standards you held him in. He was a stroke of color in your bleak life and he made you feel like everything was going to be alright no matter what.

So why is it that your soul is telling you that he is in some way lying or keeping a secret from you.

You shook your head violently and pushed off the tree heading back towards the capital. You had already made up your mind, there’s not going to be any changes… no matter what.

Walking through the streets seeing the joy of the children and the fear on the faces of adults was surreal- now that you were paying attention. The children being taught propaganda and the adults who knew and were forced to keep the truth hidden reminded you of yourself as well. You wanted to scream for them, let them know that they would be free of burden in less than a week but you kept silent.

You had bigger fish to fry and fortunately as irrational and weird the straw hat crew has become, you knew they would do good for this country so you needn’t worry.

You passed Sanji's booth again, Robin and Ussop had joined just as they did on screen and you hoped that you could pass through the crowd without notice. You were going back to Law's base, thankfully he wouldn't be there because Luffy was going to make his first mistake of letting his presence be known to the animal pirates.

This would give you more thinking time, you needed to think of how to approach Law. You didn't want him to think that he lost your trust or that you were going to leave his side anytime soon.

You had seen from your peripheral vision that Robin’s head snapped your way so you dunked down and bit trying to blend in with the crowd.

In Sanji's booth Robin was nibbling on her noodles getting ready to notify the boys that you had swiftly passed by without saying a word. They let her know that they were aware, you were hard to miss of course.

Sanji told them about the conversation you had earlier but kept bits and pieces to himself. He held back his facial expressions when Ussop all but leaped for joy thinking you would no longer be spending all your time with Law and his crew. Robin was gleeful as well but she knew that your relationship with Law wasn't shallow enough to be completely torn apart by the revelation of him reading One Piece.

Nevertheless, the Strawhats were all on the same page about keeping you here as a crew member, they also had unspoken personal agendas pertaining to you.

They were all too smart in different areas for their own good, that is the main reason they mesh well together. They were the ultimate crew in this universe and after reading the manga that brought their universe to life, inflated egos befall clouding even the most rational aboard the Thousand Sunny.

Law stomped his way back to his base after dealing with the obnoxious captain who blew their cover. Cursing to himself until he saw you sleeping soundly next to Bepo. His heart rate sped up, seeing you look so peaceful and calm made him forget his anger and worries.

The rest of his crew welcomed him and continued their conversations and he sat next to you leaning into your side. when you woke up he was going to tell you what he had held back for a while, of course, it wasn't completely intentional and he was prepared to take on your anger.

He stroked Bepo's fur thinking about the way you would most likely yell at him, scream, cry, or any other form of anger he would receive from you. He wanted to regret what he had done, but at the end of the day Law was still a pirate. Not even just a pirate he was Captain of a crew with twenty loyal crewmates, He was also very aware that by the end of wano he would have a bounty of three billion.

He couldn't feel completely remourseful for reading the manga and entering your world. As he ponders he realizes his best bet at not completely shattering the trust built between the two of you he would keep that last part to himself for a little longer.

He didn't do anything criminal when he visited your world, although you and anyone else would consider it an invasion of privacy due to him being in your home. He scoffed at himself, when has Trafalgar Law ever felt regret for gaining knowledge, and this was other worldly knowledge at that.

Your universe was up to date with Vega Punk's technology and brain, in all honesty he was overjoyed at the opportunity he had been given. His sorrowful thoughts were mainly because you were his friend and his newfound lover.

He knew you would question everything about your relationship with him and his crew but he was ready to fight for you. He was still going to get you home safe and sound and he was still in love with you.

You woke up to the smell of food, the crew was setting up the table and Bepo started shuffling beside you likely smelling the savory meal as well. You trudged your way to the table helping Shachi and Penguin with plates and napkins.

The room was lively as you all ate and laughed, you almost forgot what transpired earlier till you noticed Law was eeirly quiet next to you.

" You're quiet tonight, something happen?"

He shook his head not saying a word. You'd leave it alone, either he didn't want to talk about it or he was in the process of orchestrating a plan. You weren't going to press him for information, so you continued on enjoying your food and speaking to the rest of the crew.

When dinner was done you sat outside the base drinking in the clear sky filled with stars you weren't able to experience at home. Law joined you after a few minutes, neither of you knowing how to spark up a conversation. There was obvious unspoken tension from both sides, little did the both of you know it would be about the same situation.

A/N: I like this one a lot ☺️! I was thinking of doing a one shot in the future and calling it Romance Dawn. It would basically be how I originally wanted this story to go and more. I hope everyone is enjoying the nice weather, toodles <3

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Bro code. K. Gyuvin

chapter 1) slam dunk bro

Y/N never went to her brother’s basketball games. She thought it was too noisy for her liking. If she wanted to be around loud, smelly, sweaty boys, she’d go hang out with Hanbin whrn he had his friends over.

She never tended to pay attention to the team members when she was there, unless it was Hanbin. She was really only there for Hanbin. But today she couldn’t take her eyes off of the flash of brown hair sticking out the highest of all the players. She never saw his face, she was simply impressed by his height.

She was broken from her observations when jaeyun came back to their seats with some popcorn. The two of them barely payed attention to the game. At halftime, Hanbin ran up to them to greet them, and talk briefly before running back to his team. Yn couldn’t help but tilt her head when she saw the side of thr brown haired boys face, leaning in a bit to try and get a better glimpse. But soon enough, halftime ended.

She watched with half of her attention, mostly wanting to leave. But the teams score was dropping, falling ever so slightly behind. Throughout the end of the game, the home team was constantly just under the opposing, they could break their winning streak.

The time on the clock was getting smaller, the last minutes turned to last seconds, tense, stakes high as they’d ever be for the game.

That was when the particularly tall brown haired boy was passed the ball. Y/N leaned forward as he made his way across the court, looming through the competitors, passing the ball from hand to hand, keeping it out of the teams grasp.

When he approached the sidelines, so close to the hoop, he froze a bit. Y/N froze too. They now saw each other, both frozen in the moments of tension. Neither of them reacted immediately when the ball was stolen from gyuvin, but he quickly ran to rectify his mistake. In the last moments of the game, from a distance that had a slim chance of making the shot, he jumped up and made his shot, hoping he could make it.

The screams that erupted only confirmed that he did it. It didn’t seem real, didn’t seem possible, but somehow he’d done it. The last seconds of the game were filled with cheers as the home team won by two points.

Y/N watched as the team swarmed the tall boy, Hanbin throwing his arms around him before they all shouted for their victory. The stadium was cheering, the win left all the students in good spirits.

But all that stuck with y/n was how pretty the boy who won the game was.

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All that was on gyuvin’s mind after the game was how pretty that girl in the stands was.

Even as he said his goodbyes to his classmates who came to support him, thanking them for their attendance, his mind wandered back to her. Even as he changed out of his stinky jersey and into his casual clothes, he thought about her. She was pretty.

As he walked out of the locker room, ready to celebrate with his team, he heard Hanbin. Hanbin and someone else. Hanbin and… a girl??

He smiled to himself as he approached, but his movements halted as he saw who he was with. She was pretty. She was the pretty girl he saw. The pretty girl he saw, was standing there, hugging Hanbin.

“You did really great, bin,” he heard the smile in her voice.

“Couldnt have done it without the guys,” Hanbin replied, to which the girl punched his arm lightly.

“Let me compliment you normally,” he watched as she leaned towards him and grinned up at him.

Gyuvin decided to get his exit over with. He stepped back and purposely made his steps a bit louder so they’d hear him approach. They both turned to see him, gyuvin didn’t notice how the pretty girl’s lips parted as she saw him.

“Gyu, you did really good man,” Hanbin says for the tenth time that night.

“Yeah, uh, thanks,” gyuvin smiles at the older boy.

“You’re the one who won the game!” The girl said. “You did great, I couldn’t believe you made that shot!”

Gyuvin hated the way his heart fluttered upon hearing her talk to him, seeing her smile up at him so prettily. “Thanks,” he smiled back at her.

“Gyuvin, this is yn, yn, this is gyuvin,” Hanbin introduced the two and they both nod, taking in their names. “We’ll, gyuvin and i are gonna go, okay?”

“Yeah, okay see you later,” yn agrees with that pretty smile. “See you around, gyuvin,”

“Yeah, sure, see you,”

Gyuvin knew he was screwed. He couldn’t have a crush on hanbin’s girlfriend.

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Masterlist. Next chapter.

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt34

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Marvin sat on the floor in the basement, claiming the open space used for practice to work on chaos magic. The books he borrowed from Mare were sprawled across the floor as well. He had decided to get work done while the other Septiceyes were busy, wanting as much peace as possible if Mare’s comment about ‘emotional control’ was to be put at face value. 

Deep breath after deep breath allowed Marvin’s mind to focus solely on that feeling of magic he felt when Night caused the change in their eyes, digging into it and slowly restringing it to be able to use and not just feel. His hands became warm with magic, and he could see the glow even through closed eyes. 

Marvin was getting closer and closer to understanding those strings, untangling them, and grasping the way they-

“Marvin!” Anti called as he reached the bottom of the steps. 

“Shit!” Marvin cursed when a sharp surge of energy went through him, and it was like he dunked his hands into hot water. “Damn it, Anti!” He continued cursing as he waved his hands, hoping it would cool them off. Apparently, annoyance was enough of an emotional shift. “What do you want?” 

“Doughnut?” Anti opened the box he held, showing the collection of sugary treats.

“You came down here to offer me a doughnut?” Marvin grunted as he stood up. He glanced at his hands and saw they were red, like a sunburn on his palms. 

“That and to see what you’re up to,” Anti revealed his true motive as he sat the box on top of one of the workout machines. 

“Work.” Marvin flexed his hands and was thankful that what looked like burns didn’t feel like it. 

“Work on what?” Anti leaned over to look at one of the open books, skimming the upside-down letters and humming. “This is the stuff Mare and Phantom play with.”

“Maybe.” Marvin helped himself to one of the doughnuts. 

“It’s emotion-based stuff. Don’t know if you should try getting into it just yet.”

“Why not?” 

“Denial is one hell of an emotion.” Anti clicked his tongue. 

“I’m not in denial about anything.” Marvin bit into the doughnut.

“Yeah. Sure.” Anti picked up the box and started leaving.

“I’m not in denial!” Marvin called after him.

x~x~x

“How the hell did he get a hotel room without any money?” Marvin was more irritated that this Iplier figured it out when he ended up sleeping on park benches. 

“Maybe he did some odd jobs and saved up?” Jackie suggested, hoisting himself up the fire escape and lowering the ladder for Marvin to use. 

“He doesn’t seem to be the kind to rake up some leaves.” Marvin climbed up the ladder, looking into the room. They were beyond sure it was the one that the Iplier had booked. Anti had done some…research as he had put it, and Chase passed the information to Marvin and Jackie. 

“Maybe he did some like magic stuff or something?” Jackie pried open the window enough for them to slip through. 

“Maybe.” Marvin hummed as he immediately started digging around to see what he could find. 

“I thought we were just waiting for him?” Jackie sat himself on the edge of the bed. 

“We are. I’m just doing a bit of my own research.” Marvin saw the name on the booking card, and for some reason, he didn’t believe that was the Iplier’s name. “I think he stole someone’s credit card.” He muttered to himself. “Oh! I got a diary~” Marvin sang as he pulled out a notepad from the bedside table’s drawer. “And, of course, he has fancy handwriting.” 

“I don’t know if we should read his private stuff,” Jackie said as Marvin sat on the bed next to him. “What if he’s got some super secrets written in there?”

“Then we can use it to help convince him to go to the Manor.” Marvin skimmed through the writings. “God of Night.” 

“God of Night?” 

“I think that’s his name. That’s how he’s been signing off these letters to someone he’s calling Day.” Marvin pointed to the signature at the bottom. “And I think the memory loss is starting to kick in. He’s questioning things he mentioned in earlier letters.” 

“God of Night,” Jackie repeated as he leaned closer to Marvin to start reading what he could of the writings. 

“It’ll be nice to finally call him something other than ‘The Iplier’ or ‘New Ego’.” 

“I hope we can get Night to come to the Manor before the rest of his memories go. I don’t want to sound mean, but I think he might…um…”

“Throw a tantrum?”

“Yeah.”

“We won’t know until-” Marvin stopped and went stiff when he could feel a shift of energy in the air. “He’s-” This time, Marvin was forced to stop when the bed suddenly started glowing red and jerked up. The bed launched Marvin and Jackie into the open closet that wasn’t open moments ago, and the door slammed shut. “Damn it!” 

“Were we just catapulted!?” Jackie fumbled around in the small, dark space. 

“I was hoping for some privacy.” Night’s voice came from behind the door. 

“You’d get plenty of that with your own room at the Manor.” Marvin figured he could at least try while trying to get some space from Jackie, but the closet was so small they were practically on top of each other. 

“Leave me alone. You’re running out of warnings. You’d think you two would have learned by now.” Night huffed, and the echoing of footsteps softened, meaning he had left. 

“I hate him,” Marvin grunted. “Can you reach the doorknob?” 

“Uh-yeah. Yeah, let me just…uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh? What do you mean, uh-oh?” 

“It’s locked.”

“Locked? Closets don’t lock.” 

“Either locked or stuck, it’s not turning.” Jackie messed with the doorknob more, but it wasn’t budging. 

“Can you just break the thing?” Marvin could feel the air getting warmer the longer they were in there.

“I mean, like, I can, but then the hotel people have a broken closet.” Jackie started squirming as he tried to get to his phone. “I can call-”

“Don’t you dare.” Marvin wrapped his arms around Jackie in an awkward hug. “The last thing we need is Anti making jokes about us being in the closet.”

“But we are in a closet.”

“Not that kind of closet.”

“What-oh!” Jackie held out the word, finally catching on. “I still don’t wanna break the knob.”

“Fine, fine, let me get to the door, and I’ll see what I can do.” Marvin dropped his arms and tried to squeeze around Jackie. 

“Lemme just-”

“Move your elbow-”

“Toes, toes!”

“You’re going to fall.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Made it!” Marvin found the doorknob. “Just a bit of magic.” He took in a deep breath, and his hand began to glow, giving them some light in the space until whatever was holding the doorknob snapped, and the door flew open. Marvin went flying toward the ground, but Jackie caught him from behind, wrapping an arm around his chest. 

“You okay?” Jackie asked.

“Have I mentioned that I hate that guy?” 

x~x~x

Marvin dragged himself into the living room, plopping down on the couch and letting out an exhausted grunt. He’s lost track of how many hours he’s spent down in the basement working on chaos magic. This was the eighth day in a row of endless work, and Marvin was finally beginning to feel like he was grasping an understanding of the magic. Thankfully, he was already proficient in his own magic, or this adaptation would be taking even longer than it already was.

It didn’t help that Marvin wasn’t the most patient, but he was getting there.

Jackie had already been in the room, sitting on the couch and reading a comic. He first made sure Marvin was okay and then asked if he wanted to watch their show for a bit. Marvin agreed since that meant he didn’t have to get up for a bit. 

Several episodes later, Marvin was curled up against one side of the couch and nearly falling asleep, humming when Jackie turned the TV off. He really didn’t want to get up, and the idea of using his legs sounded so gross. Marvin looked at Jackie and sighed, deciding to admit defeat. 

“Hey, Jackie?”

“Yeah?” Jackie was tucking his phone into his back pocket, tilting his head when Marvin held his arms out toward him.

“Up-up?” 

“Up-up!?” Jackie echoed with an excited bounce, getting Marvin to smile and roll his eyes. 

“I’ll change my-” Before Marvin could finish his threat, Jackie turned and hoisted him on his back. He chuckled as he adjusted to a more comfortable spot and then rested his head on Jackie’s shoulder. 

“And we have arrived!” Jackie announced after opening Marvin’s bedroom door. “Marv? Hello?” He sang when he didn’t get any response. “Did you fall asleep on me?” Still no response. “That’s a yes.” Jackie chuckled and went to the bed, shifting his body to lay Marvin down on it. “You must be working really hard to be this tired.” He wasn’t fully sure if Marvin could hear him, but he spoke regardless. “Might need a break soon.” Jackie slipped off Marvin’s shoes and sat them down with the others. “Let's at least get something on you.” He grabbed one of the spare blankets and laid it across the other’s body. “There we go, and-oh, let’s fix that.” Jackie brushed Marvin’s hair out of his face. “Don’t want you eating that in your sleep.” His hand lingered at the side of Marvin’s face, thumb feeling like it was moving on its own and gently rubbing small circles on his cheek. 

Marvin looked so…soft in his sleep. Calm, relaxed, peaceful, not worried about a thing or working himself to exhaustion. It was a lot easier to see the gentler side of him. A side he’d probably scoff at you if you brought it up, and that made him even cute-

Jackie quickly pulled his hand away when he realized what he was doing. 

“G’night.” He squeaked and rushed out of the room, not even remembering to close Marivn’s door but closing his own to lean back against it and slowly slide down it until he sat on the floor, hands holding his head. 

What was that?

What was that?

What was that feeling? Those thoughts? Why was he thinking about Marvin being cute? And like not in the totally platonic friend way. But in the not platonic way. 

Was he…was he crushing on Marvin?

Holy shit.

No way.

He can’t.

Maybe he should actually listen to Illinois’ advice and talk to Chase about this.

He might end up imploding and exploding at the same time if he doesn’t. 

[naughtystiel]

Dean washed his hands and looked at his smudged reflection in the mirror. Well, this wasn't the worst place, not the filthiest at least, out of all the countries they passed through together with Castiel. A case here, a case there, and so they just kept driving onwards, wherever impala took them. His hand reached out to grab a paper towel, but what a surprise, there was none provided. So, he pushed the door of the bathroom with his shoulder, shaking his hands, the droplets of water flicking him in the face. For a second he thought about turning back and dunking his head under the tap to cool down, but then decided that it'd be a better idea to just grab a couple of ice creams from the gas station instead.

Castiel was leaning against the car, his sweaty hair pushed back, off his as sweaty forehead. Apparently summer in Europe could make you sizzle within minutes and when Dean glanced at the "Welcome to Hel" sign, he was sure they missed one L in the name. Even the sea breeze wasn't helping much. Dean walked up to Castiel, his legs baking in jeans. Christ, he hated shorts, but he was very close to caving in and purchasing one of swimming shorts that swayed on a hanger outside one of many small souvenir shops.

"Hey, how about some ice cream, bud?" Dean mindlessly wiped his hands on the jeans while he waited for Castiel to answer him, but Castiel wasn't answering. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest tugging on a well fit tee, head tilted like a dog who heard something in the distance. "Cas?" Dean waved a hand in front of his face and only then his squinted eyes met Dean's. "Yea?"

"Ice cream?" Dean repeated himself and Castiel's eyes widened immediately. At first Dean thought he was just excited about a cold treat, but his already heat flushed cheeks turned even rosier. "Ice cream?" Castiel echoed and licked his lips. Dean's eyes followed the motion, but then his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was Castiel acting like this? Did he say something weird?

"Yeah, ice cream?"

Castiel inhaled deeply through his nose and there was hunger in his eyes that almost made Dean squirm. "Cas? What's going on?"

The angel chewed on his bottom lip for a second, looking down at their shoes, as if considering how to word himself. "I went to pay for gas earlier and I overheard this couple, they were talking about ice creams too... Thought they knew some good place, so I kinda followed them, but I was so damn wrong. I understand the language, but the nuances aren't very familiar to me. Apparently ice cream doesn't meant just ice cream in Polish." A small smile was tugging on his lips now, but his gaze still hadn't left the ground. " As I said, I followed them and um... Basically walked on the guy getting blowed by the girl right behind one of the shops." Castiel finally looked up at Dean and his throat went dry, that hunger still visible in blue irises. He hooked his finger through one of the loops in Dean's jeans before he tugged onto it and then smiled wolfishly. "So, tell me Dean. Are you still up for some ice cream?"

[everythingpresley]

My Secret Ken-Doll (epilogue)

summary: Elvis has a little secret named Kennedy Jackson. Epilogue!

word count: 1.7k

Author's Note: I can't seem to stop writing about Kennedy and Elvis so I decided to write an Epilogue 🤗

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

My Secret Ken-Doll (epilogue)

5 years later 

Kennedy walked out of the kitchen to the pool, dressed in her own little two piece, she was finally back to her original figure and was enjoying being back. She sipped her cool drink and leaned against the door frame of the backdoor, watching Elvis toss the kids in the pool.

They now had a total of 4 kids, Kennedy had gotten pregnant back to back and Elvis enjoyed impregnating her for sure. Her pregnancies had gotten a tad better than her first one with Jude but it was still horrible especially the first trimester. However, she did not have to go into work while she was pregnant because she wasn’t working anymore. She was by Elvis’ side all the time. 

The littlest one who was 1, Gracie, was in the shade playing with her toys. Jude was currently on Elvis’ shoulders trying to dunk him in. Charlotte who was now 3 was splashing her dad, they were all ganging up on him. And directly after Jude was Danny, he’s currently 4 and he was getting ready to jump from the diving board. 

Elvis quickly pulled Jude off of his shoulders and threw her in the pool as she shrieked then he grabbed Charlotte as she tried to quickly swim away but he was able to pick her up and toss her in the water. 

Danny jumped in splashing all of them. 

“Hey mama! You wanna join us over here?” Elvis grinned, looking at Kennedy as she walked towards Grace in the shade. 

“If you’re gonna be rough housing then I would rather not.” Kennedy replied, plopping down in the shade.

 Elvis jumped out of the pool, but kept his eyes on the kids. They all got lessons in swimming when they were very small but it was still very dangerous. Kennedy and Elvis only let the kids be in the pool if they were with them, never alone.

“Come on, everyone out of the pool!” Elvis shouted. They all started to moan about not wanting to get out “Come on, only for 5 minutes, take a juice break or something.”

“5 minutes! I’m timing you Daddy!” Danny yelled, getting out of the pool and running towards the kitchen to grab himself a juice box while the girls wrapped themselves in their towels. 

“Dry off Daniel!” Kennedy yelled “You’re gonna slip in the kitchen!” 

“I’ll be careful.” Danny replied but as he passed Elvis on his way to the kitchen, Elvis wrapped his arms around Danny from the back and lifted him up.

“Listen to your mama and dry off.” Elvis replied grabbing a towel from the chair, he placed Danny back on his feet, wrapping the towel around his shoulders. Danny pouted and dried himself off. 

Elvis then walked to Kennedy, and leaned down, planting a kiss on Grace’s head before kissing Kennedy. Elvis pushed Kennedy back on the grass, kissing her more passionately while fully being on top of her. 

Kennedy grinned and kissed him back “I hate it when you kiss me like that in front of the kids.” She said pulling away from Elvis.

“Why?” Elvis grinned “We’re just showing them what real love looks like.” 

Kennedy shook her head at him with a smile on her face and ran her fingers through Elvis’ dripping wet hair “I hate it because I’m now thinking about you in our bed.” she whispered even though only Grace was next to them and she was too engrossed in her toys to pay attention to them, the rest of the kids were still in the kitchen.  

“Oh.” Elvis grinned “Does my wife want some lovin’?” 

Kennedy blushed slightly and nodded. 

Elvis’ grin widened even more as he leaned down and captured her lips, Kennedy could feel his bulge poking her thigh as he continued to kiss her “You want me to put one of those in you mama?” He asked her pointing at Grace.

Kennedy pushed him back jokingly “No!”

Elvis rolled off of her and laid down on his back on the grass as he burst out laughing. 

“No more.” Kennedy added.

“1 more.” Elvis pouted, giving her the biggest puppy eyes. 

Kennedy narrowed her eyes at him and sat up. Her expression softened as she watched her other three kids hurtling out of the kitchen in their little towels. She loved them with all her heart. Kennedy turned her head back towards Elvis, her expression softening “Maybe a few years from now.”

Elvis threw his fist up in the air in celebration “Yes!” 

Elvis sat up and wrapped his arm around Kennedy’s waist, dragging her into his lap. He kissed her shoulder and placed his chin on top of her shoulder “I’m just kidding. We don’t need to have more kids. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have more but I know how tough pregnancies are for you and I know we were extremely reckless and ended up getting pregnant with 4 kids back to back which was tough for you.” Kennedy stopped taking her birth control pills due to them causing her to feel very down and depressed and Elvis was sometimes too lazy to wear a condom and sometimes didn’t pull out on time.

“It was worth it though.” Kennedy replied and leaned back against Elvis, she wouldn’t change a thing.

Elvis and Kennedy’s relationship has only gotten stronger after Jude, they were completely in love and obsessed with one another. Elvis has never looked happier, according to the Mafia, Dodger and Vernon.

4 years and 9 months ago

Kennedy was 3 months postpartum, living with Elvis as a married couple but with no ring on her finger. Elvis had wanted to propose to her a long time ago, before their break up and ever since they got back together he’s been antsy and waiting for the perfect opportunity to propose. He wanted to make a big gesture and big proposal but he slowly realized Kennedy hated big, she loved her space so he decided to propose to her in the most simplistic way.

It was when the three of them (Elvis, Kennedy and Judith) they were all relaxing in the living room, sitting on the floor and watching TV. Judith was on the carpeted ground on top of her blanket having a little tummy time when she started to get fussy. 

“Oh, it’s okay. You don’t want any more tummy time?” Elvis cooed, picking Judith up and resting her in his lap. She quieted down as she sucked on her pacifier, enamored with the colors on the TV. 

Kennedy leaned her head back and continued to watch TV.

“Oh look mama, Jude has a gift for you.” Elvis said.

Kennedy turned her head and saw an open ring box with a huge diamond ring inside sitting on Jude’s little stomach. Kennedy’s eyes shot up to Elvis’ face in confusion. 

“Will you marry me, Kenny?” Elvis whispered.

“You wanna marry me?” Kennedy asked, in shock mostly. 

“Honey, I would give anything to be able to call you my wife.” Elvis replied, getting choked up. 

“Honey.” Kennedy also started to get choked up “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Elvis grinned “Come over here and kiss me, Jude fell asleep, I don’t wanna move and wake her up.” 

Kennedy giggled and crawled over to him, capturing his lips with hers.

“Mrs. Presley.” Elvis chuckled as Kennedy started planting kisses all over Elvis’ face “Let me put that damn ring on your finger.” 

Kennedy giggled and stopped attacking Elvis with kisses. Elvis held Kennedy’s hand and slid the ring on her finger. 

“Let’s put her to bed and celebrate.” Kennedy said, wiggling her eyebrows at Elvis.

Elvis grinned and stood up, making sure not to wake Judith up.

Safe to say that was the day Danny was conceived. 

Present Day 

“Daddy! The 5 minutes are up!” Jude yelled, her, Charlotte and Danny were all standing at the edge of the pool practically bouncing on their toes to jump in, waiting for the go ahead from their Dad. 

“Come on Daddy! Stop making out with Mommy!” Danny groaned.

“Hey! We’re not making out!” Kennedy replied, she was literally only sitting on his lap. 

“You were a second ago.” Jude replied with a raised brow. 

“Oh my god, that was a Kennedy facial expression.” Elvis whispered in Kennedy’s ear. 

“Oh god, I’m passing down my horrible sass to my kids.” Kennedy whispered back. 

“It’s a good thing!” Elvis laughed.

“How?” Kennedy asked.

“No one will ever walk all over our kids.” Elvis replied and kissed Kennedy’s cheek. Kennedy smiled for a second before she gasped when Elvis stood up, she slid down his lap. He then picked her up as she shrieked.

“Elvis don’t!” Kennedy giggled and tightly wrapped her arms around Elvis’ neck. 

“Throw her in the pool!” The kids chanted.

Elvis then tossed Kennedy into the pool before they all jumped in together. 

“You are so dead Presley.” Kennedy said after she emerged from the water.

Elvis laughed and both of them turned to the kids making sure all three had their heads out of the water.

Elvis gasped watching Kennedy get out of the pool “You’re leaving? What the heck doll.” 

“I’m just getting Gracie, relax.” Kennedy chuckled.

“No! Then dad won't let us splash in the pool.” Danny pouted. 

“Hey! Your sister is joining us.” Elvis said and splashed Danny making Danny grin mischievously and splash Elvis back. 

Kennedy handed Grace to Elvis and he held her, the older kids had learned how to swim by her age and they were getting ready to put her in private swimming classes as well. 

The kids started to play a game together while Kennedy swam back in. Grace was kicking and splashing the water while giggling, still in Elvis’ arms.

Kennedy smiled softly, never pictured her life would be this perfect. 

“Why are you smiling like that baby?”Elvis asked, matching her soft smile. 

“I just love you.” Kennedy replied.

Elvis’ smile widened “I love you more baby. Now come here and give me a kiss.”

Kennedy chuckled and swam over to where he was standing and kissed him. 

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[raventreehall]

keeping with the other dunk and egg posts i've seen going around i decided to make one about their missing adventure in dorne bc i think it would have been really fun and i'm angry george skipped over it 😡 anyway it's below the cut :))

- Dunk and Egg escort merchants from the Prince's Pass to Vaith, always asking people at the places they stop by about Tanselle and the puppetmaster but getting no leads.

- Egg buys a floppy hat to keep his head from getting burnt, Dunk thinks he looks like a pretty sad dragon.

- They try Dornish peppers, which Egg likes ('I'm three quarters Dornish, ser') but Dunk comically thinks they're way too spicy and burns his mouth.

- When they get to Vaith, they meet Lady Casella Vaith who is mad and thinks Aegon IV is still alive and in love with her. Dunk isn't the most tactful so he says something about the old king being dead and that he surely wasn't really in love with her if he had so many mistresses and bastards—this enrages her, so they leave quickly.

- A servant at Vaith tells them that all artists and singers and creative folk are Orphans of the Greenblood and they'd have better luck looking for Tanselle on the river. They float down the river with the orphans, learning more about their customs, orphan girls try to rub Egg's head for good luck and he gets sulky.

- On the river, they pass the place where Daeron I died and Egg tells Dunk about his death (Dunk originally is confused and thinks he means Daeron II) and how the Dornish were enemies of the Targaryens until his grandfather married Myriah Martell and his sister Daenerys married the Prince of Dorne.

- At the Planky Town, in a tavern, they overhear some Dornishmen who are still upset about Dorne being brought into the Seven Kingdoms (mostly Ullers and Tolands) planning to kidnap Daenerys.

- Dunk and Egg travel to Sunspear to warn her, Egg wants to use his boot but Dunk won't let him until finally at the gates of the palace they won't be let in and are forced to use it. They're brought before Daenerys and Mors and their son and tell them about the plot.

- Mors tells Egg that his mother used to be at Dornish court before she married Prince Maekar and they talk a bit about her, we also learn when and how she died.

- Egg asks Daenerys if it's true that she was in love with Daemon Blackfyre, she smiles and says that it made for a good song but she stopped loving Daemon long ago.

- Egg's cousin shows him around and they all have dinner together ('Won't you try the peppers, Ser Duncan?'). Dunk asks if they've had any news about a puppet troupe and Mors says that they did just hear that one recently set sail for Braavos... (setting up another story?) When the kidnappers come, Mors' guards and Dunk beat them away and Dunk kills one of them.

- As a reward, Dunk and Egg are invited to the Water Gardens, which are newly finished, and Egg plays in the fountains with the lowborn children. He convinces Dunk to join them and the story ends with Egg riding on Dunk's shoulders and challenging the other children (they have quite the advantage, of course).

[bigdumbbambieyes]

alluring 🥀✨

Steve had been warned not to swim at night.

But, it can’t be helped. The heat of the day seeps into the evening and leaves Steve sticky with sweat in his bed, tossing and turning and hoping that sleep would come, but it couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

So, he slips out of his window and goes to the shore.

It’s the middle of the night but the moon is bright and full and round above him, reflecting off of the waves as he walks down the shore alone. It’s peaceful, but he’s still hot, so he heads to the small lagoon he goes to whenever he needs to cool off during the day.

Surely, it should be the same at night.

When he arrives, it’s quiet, and the water glows green and blue from algae. It’s gorgeous, he has to admit, and he quickly undresses as he eyes the still water.

He enters slowly, sighing in relief as the cool water soothes his hot skin, promising comfort and relief the deeper he goes, until the water laps at his chest.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, Steve dunks himself underwater.

When he surfaces, he isn’t alone.

He yelps, like a startled animal, and stares wide-eyed at the other in front of him.

A man, like him, with long blond hair that’s wet from the water. It spills down his shoulders and spreads in the water like golden ink, his face young and handsome, although the longer Steve looks, the more he realizes that the other isn’t human.

Those eyes tell him otherwise. Shimmering like the glowing algae, framed by long lashes, Steve sees the bottom of the ocean in that pupil-less stare.

“Um,” he mutters, struck with fear because he knows about mermaids, knows that they should be avoided, but a sense of calm washes over him the longer he looks. He starts to think that being dragged to the bottom of the ocean wouldn’t be so bad if this creature were the one to do it.

Full lips spread into a small, curious smile and the Mer tilts his head, eyeing Steve with interest, but he says nothing. He doesn’t move, either.

But, he does start to hum, low and soft. It’s alluring and Steve finds himself wading closer, lips parting in awe as his eyes flit across the man’s face. The closer he gets, the clearer he sees the pearlescent scales on the Mer’s skin, the necklaces made of pearls and shells and sea glass, a fishhook pierced through the lobe of a pointed ear.

And the creature speaks like a song, soft and soothing to Steve’s ear as he threatens, “Come any closer and I’ll drag you to the depths.”

Steve stops, just inches away, and the Mer smirks. He lifts a webbed hand from the water and trails his fingertips across Steve’s cheek, touching gently, like this is his first time seeing another creature, too.

Steve lifts his own hand to touch the Mer but the creature is quick to swim away with a slap of his tail at the surface, splashing Steve with saltwater, even laughing in glee as it stings his eyes.

“Jerk,” Steve huffs, wiping his eyes with both hands, and when he lowers them the creature is gone.

Fear strikes him for a moment, thinking that the Mer has gone underwater to take him, but minutes pass and nothing happens. The lagoon is still and peaceful, the sound of waves distant and soothing.

Steve can’t deny the disappointment he feels as he finally leaves the water. Not that he was wishing for a watery death, but this is the closest he’s ever been to something so magical and he wishes it hadn’t ended so soon. Does the creature have a name? Where did he come from? Is this lagoon his home? Does he go here every night?

After redressing and exhausting his mind with unanswered questions, Steve glances at the water again and spots the creature there, wading in the shallow depths with an interested expression on his face. He gives Steve a smile before slipping underwater again, out of sight, leaving Steve with an ache to know.

I’ll come back tomorrow, he decides, searching the water before looking up at the glowing moon, I promise.

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Really excited for how your brotherly love series will go. And I just love how you included Tim and Jason because they’re my faves.

Can’t wait to read about some bonding between Jason and the reader

Sorry this is gonna be a long ass ask because there’s just a lot of things I want to comment on and ask.

There’s so many avenues you can explore. I’m kind of surprised only Damian is the only one who decides to take up crime fighting while the twin is fine with staying behind and exploring the mansion. One question I have is does the reader ever feel as if they’re living in Damian’s shadow? Like especially since Bruce bonds with Damian since Damian has taken up the mantle of Robin, then I’m gonna assume that Dick and Tim also spend time training their successor. Between training, vigilante duties, and time running Wayne Enterprises, that doesn’t leave a lot of free time. Does the reader ever feel left out/ignored or that Damian is the favorite? Or in other words, since the reader hasn’t thrown a tantrum that they’re stuck at the manor and they mainly seem to keep to themselves, do Bruce, Dick, and Tim seem to think Damian is a higher flight risk/the twin that is more reckless and needs more attention?

Poor reader. It hit a little close to home on the insecurities of being irritating/a nuisance to those your love.

Two, I think it’s so sweet that the reader was able to open up to Alfred that Damian yelled at them. I love how at least one of the Wayne’s is able to be open and express their emotions in a healthy way.

Three, you know how DCAU’s Batman vs Robin, Damian has a hard time getting past the security system. Idk but especially since Damian is the one who took up the mantle of Robin and it seems as if his primary focus is on training, I think it’d be such a funny thing to see him frustrated that his twin can bypass the security system with ease when the last time they picked up a sword or did any kind of conditioning was months ago before they lived with Bruce. And even Bruce, Dick, and Tim are scratching their heads since they thought you were the more well behaved and quiet one they didn’t have to worry about.

Damian: *fuming* I trained 18 hours every day for the past two months and couldn’t bypass the electric fence. How were you able to get pass the security system and then travel all the way to another country without any one detecting you until you got back?

Reader: *shrugs* don’t know. Maybe you’re rusty.

Next point, I mean especially since you mentioned that Jason’s eyes were an unnatural shade of green and he has that white streak in his hair, you can have the reader get inspired after hearing Jason’s story. They sneak away from the manor and try to (or successfully??) revive Ra’s by digging up their grandparents corpse and dunking it in the Lazarus pit.

That would be such an interesting parenting moment between Bruce and the reader. Poor Bruce can’t catch a break. He has to sit one kid down to explain why murder is not justice and then talk to the other kid that death is a natural part of life and it is not normal and somewhat questionably unethical to sneak out of the house to dig up your grandfather’s corpse and dip them in a magical lake to bring them back to life

Bruce: *sitting across from the reader rubbing his temples* so hypothetically if your hamster died, would you dunk it in a Lazarus pit because you missed them

Reader: I don’t know. I’ve never had a hamster.

But judging by your tone, I assume you want me to answer no..? You told Damian it was wrong to kill Deathstroke to take revenge for killing grandfather. Hypothetically, if if a very very very bad parakeet killed your hamster—

Bruce: dear god you’ve spent way too much with Jason

Anyways sorry to bug you with the long ass ramble. Hope some of it made sense. Bottom line, I’m looking forward to what comes next and if you ever need a beta reader or just want to spitball/brainstorm with anyone I’m all ears

You were not bugging me at all, I'm so glad that you enjoyed my story!!<333.

(I hope I make sense in this I have issues explaining things so bear with me)

To go over some of your topics, I feel that Damian is more career driven and felt comfortable being Robin because his life was spent being trained to be an assassin. I feel as if the reader is taking a break from the life they were forced to have by trying to live a "normal" life at the Manor. I will now go more into the topics of reader's insecurities, as we know they feel like they are annoying the people they are around, after a while they start to see how everyone is treating Damian like a normal person, whilst they are being treated like a child(even though they are), and they start to think that since Damian has been proving himself they just like him more. Everyone in the Manor does love them though, it's just Damian has hobbies in common with them so they feel that they have more to talk about(Wayne enterprises/Vigilante work), plus reader just stopped hanging out with everyone so how can people get to know them?

Yes, I wanted the reader to be able to have a healthy coping mechanism such as talking, literally all of the batfam has bad issues with talking except for Jason because homeboy goes to therapy(he too is an ex emotionally constipated person). Also yes reader does just have that magic touch, they are an Al-Ghul/Wayne, everyone knows reader was trained the exact same as Damian so it's a little bizarre that they are so good at something after being away from their training.

The reader is much aware of Ra's dips in the Lazarus pit and how it's kept him alive all these years, but I think that they understand that there is no help for Ra's, just like Talia said "the pit can't help a body that far gone"(or something), the reader is a little upset that after Jason had been beaten and put in a building with a bomb that the Lazarus pit still had a way to revive him(Reader and Damian both love animals and have definitely been in trouble for reviving random animals with dips in the pit LMAO). Reader, Damian, and Talia all share the same hatred for Deathstroke and all want him gone, whilst Damian and Talia are attempting to find and kill Deathstroke, reader just sits back because they know Talia has it handled. After spending time with Jason and sympathizing with him about his death, Bruce realizes that reader is all for getting revenge on people, they never did anything about Deathstroke but fully agree and understand Jason's reasoning behind wanting the Joker dead.

This actually meant so much, I'm sososososo glad you enjoyed Pt.1 of Brotherly Love!!! I have had a terrible night and this made it better!!!<33

( I definitely projected in this story, does anyone else have sibling issues?)

....Much love, Strangeshoepatrolbandit....

[slamminslamminmcgill]

MAN I LOVE UR WRITING I NEED MORE JIMMY MCGILL NOWWW!!!!! that’s unhinged im so sorry

anyways if ur still taking requests i beg u to write smthn abt Goodman helping a client (client is transmasc and tatted and pieced as fuck (me)) with weed possession and he wins the case cus he’s Saul Goodman obviously. after they celebrate with a joint and they have some nasty high sex. like imagining Saul coughing on a joint and being like “damn kid this shit’s strong.. let’s fuck” makes me shensudbwjwbs 🙏🙏

anyways have a good day/night man, congrats on graduating!!! :))

HIIIII im also tatted and pierced so this is personal 2 me 😌🖤 kinda took the piercing idea and ran with it teehee

didn’t wanna describe any specific tattoos but i included some piercing mentions (nipples, septum, tongue, vch for plot relevance >:3c)

this is also way longer than a usual drabble so plbbbbbt

warning: intox kink (weed), light degradation

anatomical terms: clit/dick/cock, pussy, hole

“In light of this new evidence, the court has decided to drop all charges against the defendant.”

Slam dunk. Saul did it again. He’d managed to convince the judge that the cop who arrested you for marijuana possession had conducted an illegal search. He got you off. You were grateful that you wouldn’t have this looming over your head for the rest of your life. So grateful, in fact, that you hugged him as soon as you two stepped out of the courtroom.

“Ah, don’t mention it, kid. Least I could do for you.” He smiled and patted your back. He’d actually taken quite a liking to you while working on your case. You reminded him of his Slippin’ Jimmy days back in Chicago. A naïve 20-something with an affinity for pot and a less than stellar relationship with the law. He hoped he could steer you on the right path, and maybe have some fun with you too. “Say, you’re actually my last client for today. You wanna grab some food with me or something? Maybe Peter Parker’s girlfriend could join us.”

You snorted. Mary Jane. That was your code for inviting each other to smoke, which ironically you'd done frequently while working on your case. You pushed yourself off his chest and smiled up at him. “Sure. I’d like that.”

You two sat in the parking lot of Los Pollos Hermanos hotboxing his luxury car, passing a joint back and forth with greasy fingers. You took a bite of your sandwich, and a glob of chipotle mayo fell onto your nice, clean dress shirt.

"Aw, man." You groaned, before remembering you didn't need to impress anyone anymore. You shrugged, "Eh, whatever," and untied your tie, no doubt getting chicken grease all over the fabric. Then, you unbuttoned and untucked your ruined shirt, wiped the mayo off with a napkin, and tossed it behind you, leaving you in a tank top undershirt with your arm tattoos exposed. "God, I hate wearing long sleeves. I don't know how you can wear full suits in weather like this. Feel like I'm suffocating."

"You get used to it." Saul laughed and cranked the A/C for you. "I just wasn't sure if the judge would appreciate your ink as much as I do. Wanted to make sure you had the 'perfect little darling' look, y'know? Some people are close-minded like that. Least you don't have to anymore." He passed you the joint. His eyes trailed up your forearms to your chest, where he saw two barbells poking through your shirt. "Woah, hey! You got your high beams on! I'm surprised you didn't set off the metal detector with those!"

You had no idea what he was talking about, "Huh?", until your eyes followed his and you looked down. "Oh! Oh yeah, I figured I wouldn't have to take those ones out."

"Well, they look good on you. Not a lot of dudes can pull them off." Saul took a sip of his drink, ice sloshing as he put it down in the cup holder. "How many piercings you got, anyway?"

You ran through your list nonchalantly. “Not counting the ones on my ears, I have four. Septum, tongue, both nipples, and-“ You stopped yourself short and froze. The other piercing was a VCH. Vertical clit hood. If you told him that, you’d be outing yourself. You decided the best move was to say nothing else. He was a smart guy. Let him figure it out.

And he did. “Oh, ho! Naughty boy! You got a Prince Albert or something?" He elbowed you. "Chicks must be ALL over you."

You grimaced, hoping it looked like a nervous smile. "Not exactly..."

"Hm. Tell you what." Saul lit the joint, hit it, and passed it to you. "I'll buy you an eighth if you show me."

You nearly dropped the joint on your leg when he said that. "What?! Are you serious?!"

"Dead serious! I wanna know if I'm missing out! Maybe I should get one." You anxiously took a puff as he spoke with confidence. Confidence that was unwarranted; he had no clue what he was getting into. "Look, I got a guy and his stuff is the shit. It'll be worth it, I promise. You just whip it out, lemme see, put it back, and I'll hook you up. Hell, I'll even knock some off the money you owe me."

You did the cost benefit analysis in your head. Free weed plus less debt to your lawyer, and all you have to do is show him your pussy? Would it really be so bad? He really wasn't the judgmental type. He'd definitely ogle, but surely he'd understand. You sighed. "Okay. I'll do it." You took one more hit of the joint and passed it to him before you unbuckled your belt. "Just so you know, though, it's probably not what you're expecting."

Saul scoffed. "Kid, I've seen a lot of crazy things in my day. Unless your dick has a radio antenna sticking out of it or something, I think I can handle it."

You ignored his sass and worked on undressing yourself. You slid your pants off, and crossed your legs so he wouldn't see the lack of bulge in your underwear. Then, you looked over at him. "Ready?"

"Ready." He answered smugly.

You uncrossed your legs and tugged your underwear down. Your clothes pooled around your ankles, and you kicked your shoes off to free yourself. Now for the reveal. You turned your body to face him, scooted forwards, and opened your legs, hooking one behind the driver's seat, and the other propped on the dashboard. You spread your lips and showed him your, rather unconventional, dick piercing. The metal barbell stared him right in the face, and he stared back, mouth agape.

"Oh my god..."

You could see the gears turning in his head. His eyes flicked back and forth from your junk, to your face, and then back to your junk. For a man who loved the sound of his own voice, it was rare for him to be left truly speechless, but you'd done it. It was honestly quite the confidence boost.

You smirked. "Well? Is it everything you hoped for?"

"Yeah... Yeah it is..." He answered breathlessly. His mind was screaming at him not to fuck this up.

"Got anything to say? Any questions, comments, or-"

Saul butted in the middle of your sentence. Apparently, he did have something important to say. "Can I touch it?" He blurted out.

You knew exactly where this was going, and you were gonna enjoy the ride. "Sure, go for it." You took the joint and the lighter from him, leaving his hands free to explore.

Saul leaned over and brushed his hand against your skin, not fully making contact with the piercing just yet, essentially just rubbing his fingers up your slit. He was taking his time. He was warming you up. "This is... This is incredible. God, you're... you're really something else kid."

You took a hit of the joint and sighed on the exhale. From his gentle touch and praise to the haze of the weed, you were plenty warm already. Once he thought the same, he pressed his thumb against the barbell and flicked it up. Your whole body jolted and you gasped. "Ah!"

"You alright?" He asked, not pulling his hand away. He kept it firmly in position, ready to strike again.

"Y-Yeah, just-" He did it again, "Ngh... just be careful it's-" and again, "ah... it's sensitive..." and again.

He chuckled. "I can tell. Is that why you got it? You like the extra stimulation?"

"Mhm..." You nodded.

"Heh... slut." He pressed his thumb down hard and rubbed you in quick circles. "Keep smoking. I'm gonna have fun with you."

"O-Okayyy..." You whimpered and lit the joint while he teased you, watching him with wanting eyes as you climbed higher and higher. The smoke left your body and carried a sigh of pleasure out with it.

Keeping his thumb on your cock, he scooped his other fingers down and prodded at your hole. "Aw, look at you. You're already wet for me? That's precious." He slipped two inside without resistance, cooing to you as he pumped them in and out, savoring your pathetic whines and tremors. "Oh, now that's a good boy. C'mon, take another hit."

You took another drag, and while your lungs were full of smoke, he shot his fingers up against your g-spot. You moaned for half a second before choking on your hit. You coughed and waved the smoke out of your face, scrambling for some semblance of composure. "You dick! You did that on purp-ohhh..."

Saul kept working his hand, laughing at how easy it was to shut you up. "Yeah. Yeah, I did, but don't act like you don't love it." He leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering right to you, making sure you could hear him over your own body. "Hear that? Hear how wet you are for me? That's how I know you love it. Whore." He tilted your face towards him and caught you in a kiss. You let his tongue invade your mouth and take what he wanted, a trail of spit connected you two as he broke off. "You like getting filled up, huh, boy?"

Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate whine. "Y-Yes..."

"Yeah? I bet you like getting fucked in your tight little pussy, too, is that right? You like it when a big, strong, man puts his cock in you and uses you like a cheap sex doll?"

Another slam dunk. He was right on the money. "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!"

He flashed a sinister grin. "Good boy." He pulled his hand out of you and went for his own belt. He yanked his pants down, showing off a noteworthy tent in his boxers. You didn't get much of a look before those were off too, but the sight of what was underneath was far better. "Gimme the joint." He demanded as he stroked his cock in preparation.

You'd do anything he said. You handed him the joint and the lighter without a second thought.

"Good boy." He took a hit and blew the smoke in your direction. "So," He took a second to cough, "what you're gonna do is you're gonna sit on my cock and bounce that pretty little ass of yours on it. You think you can do that?"

There were no words left in your mind. You were an animal, acting purely on instinct. He gave the order, and immediately you climbed into his lap, bumping into the steering wheel a few times as you tried to situate yourself. Saul offered no assistance, he just continued with the joint. Fortunately, you managed to get into position without help, and you sunk down onto his cock.

"Oh! Oh my-Mmph!"

He used your wide open mouth as an opportunity to shotgun you. He blew the smoke into you and let it fill the parts of your body that he couldn't reach. You gripped his shoulders and squeezed him like you were trying to pop him. When he pulled back, you dropped your head onto his shoulder and whined.

"There we go. You feel so good, baby boy." He kissed your head and rubbed your back, comforting you as you settled into him. "Now," He yanked you up by your hair to look him in the eyes.

"Hold on tight. Cause I'm gonna take you for a ride..."

[wixed]

GalexM!Tav, FtM Trans!Tav, Scars, Pining, Fluff

2 - Voyeurism (SFW)

Gale hadn’t meant to wander upon the naked visage of Tavlin, truly he hadn’t. How did this very disastrous event come to pass? 

Gale began his journey into the forest when it was time to begin the evening's supper and he was out of water. Begrudgingly he lifted himself from his seat near the fire with an empty bucket to fetch water. “I’ll return shortly.” 

Tavlin had left before that to wash the day off. If he was being honest he was washing the last few days off. He stunk and could feel dried blood clinging to his legs. The wounds had healed thanks to Shadowheart but the blood that spilled still remained. He wandered until he came across a lovely little patch where the water slowed but wasn’t still. Perfect for a quick bath. 

He undressed, leaving his robe, trousers, and boots on the bank. He dipped a toe into the water checking the temperature and sucked in a breath through his teeth. 

“Well, better than being filthy.” He waded in until he was waist deep. His tail wrapped around his legs in response to the cold and he rubbed his arms for warmth. He decided there was no avoiding it and dunked his whole body under the frigid water. He felt an immediate shiver that rocked his body from head to toe. He came up from the water with a big inhale of breath. His body acclimated to the cold soon after. He began to scrub the dirt, grime, and blood from his body. 

‘How did I get here?’ He thought to himself as the flakes of dried blood washed from his skin. ‘I’m no hero, hardly an adventurer, a poor sorcerer… just an urchin.’ the word stung more than any wound as he thought it. He looked down at the water as it stilled around him, his reflection staring back at him. He sighed and decided to make his way back to the bank. 

Gale had made his way to a delightful part of the forest along the river. It had a calmness to it that put his heart at ease, and more importantly put the orb pulsing in his chest at ease. He knelt down to get water from the stream, and upriver he noticed movement. Fearing goblins he snuck up to the bank of the river. 

It wasn’t until Tavlin erupted from the water like the most handsome water nymph Gale had ever seen that the wizard realized he accidentally interrupted Tavlin’s bath. Gale was motionless as he watched the tiefling gently bathe himself. Heat filled his cheeks and moved to other places. Gale noticed prominent scars on Tavlin’s chest, just under the peck. Matching scars that reminded him of crescent moons. Then suddenly reality came back to the wizard as he realized what the scars meant. He quickly looked away and tried to quietly escape the private moment he came across. 

“G-Gale?” Tavlin’s voice rang out in shock. Gale stopped and lifted his one free hand in a wave, back still turned to Tavlin, not wanting to intrude on his privacy any more than he already had. 

“H-hello! I was just leaving, so sorry to interrupt. I assure you I did not intend to happen across you… well in the state you are in.” Gale chuckled nervously at the end of his stammering. 

Tavlin hurriedly put on his trousers and fumbled the rest of his clothes ‘Shit shit shit, did he see…’. Tavlin’s heart beat at a pace that rivaled one during battle. He liked Gale, since the first time he heard the wizard question if Tavlin was ‘adroit with a knitting needle’. But Tavlin had been apprehensive to get too close. Their situation was so complicated, and his specific situation would only add to that. 

“I was just fetching some water for supper tonight, in my search for supplies I happened across you. I am very sorry, please accept my sincerest apologies..” Gale seemed to be rambling, still turned away, nervously gesticulating as he tried to explain. “I will take my leave, please do not feel the need to stop on my account.” 

Tavlin sighed and ran up to Gale, “Gale, did you see me? I’m not mad, I swear. I just… need to know.” Tavlin felt his stomach jump up into his throat while he waited for the answer. 

Gale seemed to consider his next words carefully before speaking, “I… I watched for perhaps longer than a gentleman should have, admittedly. I should not have committed such a violation of privacy. Please understand it was not my intent.” Gale sounded absolutely mortified with the admission. 

Tavlin went up to Gale and tentatively grabbed his arm to turn him around so they could face each other. Tavlin was still dripping wet, trousers barely staying up, his long hair that was usually pulled up hung around his face, water still dripping from the ends. 

Gale turned and felt his cheeks flush at the sight of the drenched tiefling in front of him. He glanced at his chest, scars once again catching his attention, he quickly moved his gaze up to Tavlin’s face. Gale tried to search his face for what the sorcerer might be feeling. Tavlin broke the silence. 

“I’m sort of …glad you saw. It makes this easier to talk about.” Tavlin chuckled nervously. 

Gale waved his hands frantically “Tavlin, please do not feel obligated to-” He was cut off by Tavlin.

“I don’t feel obligated Gale. I want to tell you. I… trust you. You shared your secrets with me” he motioned to Gale’s chest, indicating the orb “I’ve been wanting to return that same trust.” Tavlin walked over to an outcropping of rocks and pat a space next him for Gale to occupy. 

Gale took a deep breath and smiled as he went to sit next to Tavlin. Tavlin paused for a moment before landing on where to start. 

Tavlin began with his early life in Baldur’s Gate. Being orphaned young, left to fend for himself on the streets before being taken in by the Guild. Gale listened with enraptured focus, nodding along, giving sympathetic looks at the mentions of being orphaned. Tavlin mentioned how he wasn’t always Tavlin, he was born into a body that wasn’t his, a body that didn’t feel right. But within the Guild he met someone like him, someone who chose an existence that better fit them. It was after that he took on the name ‘Tavlin’ and started living as a man. Everything fell into place after that. 

“I eventually saved up enough coin to help my body fit who I truly was.” Tavlin motioned to his chest, his fingers traced along the scars left from removing the pieces of him that didn’t belong. “A doctor helped me feel more at peace with myself.” he smiled with the last words that left him.

Gale’s eyes lingered on Tavlin’s hands as they traced over his scars, he wanted so much to reach out and grab them, to bring them to his lips and shower him in all the affection he felt welling up inside. The pulse of the orb wrestled him out of those fantasies. He couldn’t risk endangering Tavlin, or anyone else within a few mile radius. Instead he simply spoke in the quiet pause.

“I’m glad you were able to find peace within your own body. It is a difficult thing to battle with, feeling like an outsider in your own skin.” Gale didn’t understand exactly how Tavlin felt, or the turmoil of such things, but he had tangential experience to a body that betrays you. 

Tavlin smiled and brushed his hand up against Gale’s, pinkies barely touching. He wanted to move his hand to Gale’s leg, he desperately yearned to lean in and kiss the wizard that drove him absolutely wild with desire. Gale must have felt the electricity between them as he moved his hand and gave a nervous chuckle. Tavlin’s heart sank, it was so difficult to read the situation between them. Tavlin could swear Gale felt the same way, but whenever the moment seemed to build to something more, Gale would pull away. 

Tavlin cleared his throat and got up, pulling his robe over his naked chest. Gale once again felt heat flush to his cheeks with a pulse of the orb. Tavlin noticed the blush cresting across Gale’s cheeks, and felt his own heat up in response. When Tavlin blushed the scarlet of the blossoming heat mixed with his blue skin made for a lovely shade of purple Gale noted.

“Well, should we get you that water and head back? I’d hate to keep everyone waiting.” Tavlin suggested as he handed Gale the bucket he’d brought with him. 

“That is a sound plan. Keeping adventurers waiting on empty stomachs seems like a dangerous game.” Gale jested as he took the bucket from Tavlin. 

The two of them wandered over to the river as Gale filled the bucket. Gale started discussing  his plans for dinner and Tavlin listened with a soft expression. He could listen to Gale talk about nothing and everything till the end of time. The two men made their way back to camp, Tavlin offered to help Gale with dinner preparations which Gale accepted with an appreciative smile. 

While Tavlin decided he wasn’t going to press the subject of their two obvious feelings for each other just yet, that didn’t stop the tiefling from ‘accidentally' brushing against Gale as often as he could manage. 

The next installation of #BG3FicFeb! While I chose from the nsfw prompt it ended up being sfw. Perhaps the smut will come as I continue to build their relationship through the daily prompts.

I hope ya'll enjoy the fluff in the meantime. :)

(I have to makeup for the ChylaxGale angst)

Part 1 - What was Tav doing when they were abducted? Part 2 - Voyeurism (You are here) Part 3 - Body Worship NSFW 18+ Part 4 - Camp Chores Part 5 - First time seeing companions/love interest in a fight Part 6 - Teaching each other how to do something Part 7 - Heated argument with a companion Part 8 - It will be ok as long as we're together Part 9 - Exhibitionism NSFW 18+

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Part 2

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It's been around a month since their first date. Eddie asked her out again and again. She opened up more, but still didn't talk much about her father. Never once bringing him up or his label. And still never confessed to being a singer. She said she wrote songs and would sing for fun, but nothing serious. Eddie knew she was lying to his face but he understood why. And he hated that he had to lie right back to her.

All their dates have been in secret, hiding away from the world's eyes. He watched as she grew more comfortable with him. She wasn't quick to shut him down anymore and opened the door to him knowing her more. The more he learned about her, the more he was falling for her. And he hated to think she was falling for him too, but he needed her to. He needed her to fall into the game.

Zack kept Eddie on his feet. Any second Eddie felt guilty and wanted to call it off, Zack was quick to snap him out of it. Eddie hoped Zack's plan wouldn't have to go much longer, but Zack had other plans. Zack wanted Eddie and Y/N to start being official, and create rumors of her mystery man.

Eddie had to figure out how to make it seem like them being caught in public was just an accident. A minor run-in with paparazzi.

Eddie invited her out for a beach date, and she agreed but only if she could pick the spot. Once they arrived, she raced to a corner far away from the crowd and surrounded by big rocks. Hiding them once again.

Zack was tracking Eddie's phone, waiting for them to reach a destination so he could send the paparazzi to their location. Once Eddie alerted him that they were settled behind rocks, Zack sent out the information.

~~~

She was running in the water, sunglasses on her face. Eddie chased behind her, making it his goal to dunk her under. He snaked his arms around her waist, she screamed his name as she was lifted out of the water, then seconds later dropped into a wave. The impact wiped the glasses right off of her face, but the smile on her face stayed when she came up for air. Smacking Eddie in the chest.

As the sun began to set, the couple decided to make their separate ways back home. Eddie kissed her softly goodbye, butterflies flying in her stomach as she smiled all the way to her car.

Unaware of the cameras catching every second.

~~~

Eddie was passed on the couch in the studio when Blake threw a magazine on his chest. Eddie tried to blink the tiredness away and read the cover.

"Y/N Pettson seen with mystery lover..."

"Worked like a charm, so many articles are trying to figure out who you are. This is the attention we needed." Zack exclaimed, he was very pleased the plan was paying off.

Eddie was happy the plan was in motion, they looked so good together. They were smiling, kissing, and having fun. Both are so lost in the moment, lost in each other.

"You even look at her like you like her. Quite an actor Eddie might have to get you in the acting business." Zack joked, leaving Eddie in the studio alone.

Eddie kept his eyes on the magazine. He felt guilty, imagining the panic on her face now that their secret is out.

~~~

Y/N saw the magazine and cursed herself for being so stupid. She should have known there are eyes everywhere. What if Eddie saw this? Would he question why she was on the cover of a gossip article? Connect her to her dad? He no doubt found out she has been lying about something.

Taking a deep breath she texted Eddie.

~~~

Eddie panicked as she asked to see him. Did she find out? He told her a little about being a singer himself or being part of a label. She was suspicious in the beginning and he didn't want to be a target.

He nervously knocked on her front door, shocked to see she lived in a small apartment. Not a rich house, just a normal apartment.

He felt his stomach turning as she opened the door, smiling as she welcomed him in.

Before he could confess, she beat him to it.

"I have to be honest with you," She sighed as she passed him the magazine.

"What is this?" he asked, pretending it was his first time even seeing it.

He acted confused as to why her name was in bold letters...and that her last name looked familiar.

"Why are we on the cover of a celebrity magazine? And why do you have the same last name as Mike Pettson?" He asked, trying his best to sound generally curious.

"I might not have told you some things." She mumbled out, walking towards her couch as she took a seat. Eddie followed behind her and sat next to her.

"What's going on?" he asked, placing his hand on hers. He felt sick, comforting her while she nervously told him everything he already knew.

"......and I didn't tell you any of that because I'm so used to being used for fame or my dad. But you didn't know who I was. You wanted to learn about me, and I just wanted to keep hiding for a while. See if someone could like me for me." She confessed

Eddie hated how sad she sounded. And his heart broke knowing everything she liked about Eddie was all a lie.

But Eddie bit back the truth, letting the lies fly off his tongue.

"I like you for you. And this doesn't change anything. I don't care about your fame and I'm not going to use you for your dad. I want to make it all on my own. Not feed off of you. I just want to be with you."

Her heart warmed at his words. It was new to hear, someone didn't want her to jump-start their career. Eddie just wanted to be with her.

"That means a lot to me." She smiled, kissing his cheek.

~~~

A few months later, they became official with each other. The paparazzi still followed them around but no one knew who he was. And he didn't mind it. He just loved being out with her, not having to hide.

But Zack always had a way to ruin Eddie's good mood.

"Perfect, the paparazzi are noticing you guys have been seen together for a while. It's very clear you two are a thing. Now is the time we dropped a single from your album. Pick one that talks about a new girl in your life. Get people guessing if it's about her. Or better yet! Write a new single all about her. Describe her. I want it to be clear you are singing about Y/N Pettson."

"It's just Y/N" Eddie snapped, but Zack ignored him and walked out of the studio.

Eddie sighed as he looked down at the plain piece of paper on his lap, a stab of guilt every time he wrote down a lyric.

~~~

Within a week, Eddie produced the song and sent it out to the world. He half hoped no one would notice it was him, allowing him to continue hiding. But one article noticed the lyrics, noticed it was about Y/N, and that he matched the mystery man in the magazines.

Y/N was excited he finally released a song. So blinded by his adoration for her, she didn't notice her praising him would do exactly what Zack wanted.

Y/N thought she was being a supportive girlfriend when she posted the song to her Instagram. A sweet message of how proud she was of him.

Her fans ate it up in seconds. They knew Y/N did not do relationships, and if she was posting a song that her mystery boyfriend wrote? They had to send it everywhere.

Overnight everyone listened to that song, gushing over the love he had for the girl. His followers rising and his name is being tweeted about. The mystery man now had a name and every article wanted to cover it.

Zack couldn't have been more pleased with how the plan was working out. And Eddie was falling apart with every post she liked and shared. She was so proud of him and fell in love with the song.

Praising him that he's doing it all on his own, not aware his claws are sinking into her arms and playing her like a puppet.

~~~

The album was nearly finished, spending time in the studio, her coming with him on some days. Helping produce some of the songs. She just thought she was being a good girlfriend and helping his career take off behind the scenes.

Zack watched them work together, taking pictures for Eddie's Instagram. Getting the fans to fall in love with their relationship. The comments anticipate the upcoming album that would be about their relationship. But Y/N always defended him in the comments, saying this album is Eddie's and should be praised for his work. Not because she was the muse for it.

And that made Eddie sick. She was falling into the trap and blinding doing everything Eddie needed, and he hated it.

Then Zack threw out the idea that they should sing a song together on the album. Y/N didn't feel comfortable putting herself on Eddie's work. She wanted his music to be all about him. She didn't want people to listen to his album just because she was added to it.

But Eddie knew Zack would get what he wants. Eddie offered it as a bonus track that can come out a few weeks after the album release. And that, she agreed to.

~~~

The second his album was out for a month, they decided to release their song together, a caption showing their love for each other and declaring their relationship was real.

Y/N confirmed their relationship and it broke the internet. People racing to listen to their new song. Her fan base becoming his fan base. Eddie Munson was a rising new star.

Every part of success made his gut turn in thousands of directions.

All she wanted was for him to be different, and he wasn't.

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The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition (part 4)

Posting on Tumblr too because this fic's sister is already there.

Reading The Queen of the Quills - Blackinnon Edition will not be mandatory to understand the developments of James and Lily's story, but some details could be shared, therefore, for anyone wishing to fully enjoy the experience, I will leave a small index.

Blackinnon Edition - Chapter 1

Blackinnon Edition - Chapter 2

Jily Edition - Chapter 1

Blackinnon Edition - Chapter 3

Jily Edition - Chapter 2

Jily Edition - Chapter 3

This was @athenasparrow's gift for @jilymicrofics ' Exchange 2024, but if you like it and are willingly to reblog, it would be super appreciated since stories like this require quite some time and effort🥰

Taglist (if anyone wants to be added, please DM me or comment and I'll gladly add you!): @thaisthedreamer

Plot: James Potter, London's most evasive bachelor, an impertinent libertine, has decided to get married. He has also already chosen his wife, the debutante Lily Evans, a self-confident young woman who has not the slightest intention of being seduced by such a man. A Bridgerton inspired Regency AU.

By the evening, it had become apparent that Lily hadn’t come through her, albeit brief, bath in the Serpentine unscathed: her nose turned red, her eyes began to water and it was apparent to anyone who glimpsed her puffy face for even a second that, while not seriously ill, she’d caught a bad cold. But even while she was tucked in bed with a hot water bottle between her feet and a therapeutic potion brewed up by the cook in a mug on her bedside table, Petunia was determined to have a conversation with her.

“What did he say to you on the ride home?” she demanded, perching on the edge of her sister’s bed.

“Who?” Lily replied, sniffing fearfully at the remedy.

“Mr. Potter,” Petunia ground out. “Who else would have spoken to you on the ride home when he was the one who rescued you and asked a stranger for their curricle?”

“Just the usual sort of things,” she responded, vague as always. “You know what I mean. Polite conversation and all that.”

“He made polite conversation while you were both dripping wet?” Petunia insisted, doubtful.

“He asked for my welfare, of course, which was only reasonable, considering I had just been dunked in the Serpentine, which, I might add, was perfectly wretched. Aside from being cold, the water was most certainly not clean,” Lily shrugged, clearly not as interested in the conversation as her sister.

Petunia cleared her throat and sat back down, preparing to ask a most scandalous question, but one which, in her opinion, simply had to be asked.

“Did he make any untoward advances?” she inquired, trying to keep her voice devoid of the complete and total fascination that was coursing through her veins.

Lily lurched back, her eyes growing round with shock.

“Of course not!” she exclaimed. “He was a perfect gentleman. Really, I don’t see what has you so excited. It wasn’t a very interesting conversation; I can’t even remember half of what was said.”

This, Petunia knew, was a complete lie, like all the veiled compliments she was paying to the wizard who until a few hours earlier she hated with all her heart. Why she behaved this way, however, was beyond her. Had she perhaps changed her mind about him? Hard to believe, when her sister was so stubborn. So, something must’ve happened, something if not scandalous at least romantic, that type of interaction fate seemed to have decided to forbid to Petunia. So, after a few moments of peaceful silence, she decided to investigate to find out if Mr. Potter had said anything about her, but Lily shook her head.

“He had a lot to say about his dog, though,” she added, as if it might make her feel better, but Petunia’s lips parted with dismay. It was never flattering to be passed over for a dog.

“I assured him I bear no ill will toward Padfoot, and that I wasn’t at all angry with him, but he was rather charmingly upset on my behalf. You, on the other hand, are rather interested in him,” Lily pointed out before grabbing a handkerchief and blowing her nose unceremoniously.

“I had the pleasure of spending a while conversing with him,” Petunia replied, as if that ought to explain everything.

“Good, then you’ve had the chance to see how utterly unremarkable he is,” sniffled Lily, fumbling around for a fresh handkerchief. “I’m afraid London’s society had been blinded by his wealth and gave him a position he’s not really deserving of. Sure, he’s rich, but I don’t think one can choose a husband based entirely on finances.”

“Well…” Petunia hedged, knowing her sister was absolutely correct but not wanting to say anything that might be construed as disapproval for Mr. Potter. “I still think we should add him to our list.”

“Our list?” Lily echoed, her voice strangled.

“Of possible matches,” explained Petunia, trying to ignore the expression on her sister’s face.

She knew what Lily thought of her: since she wasn’t a witch, she would never find a husband who was part of the wizarding society, and since she had never been invited to any of their parties – but Petunia told herself this was only dictated by a respect for the law and not from the disinterest of the magical community in her regards – she had no chance of getting the attention of even the least gifted of them. It hurt her to know that her sister had so little consideration of her, but even more so that she didn’t actively apply herself to not be separated again by those abilities Petunia hadn’t been granted. When they were little, and that cursed letter from Hogwarts hadn’t driven a wedge between them, they were inseparable: the minimal age difference, the same interests and their complementary characters had created an unforgettable dynamic duo, for which everyone showered their mother with compliments, even though she had failed to produce a male heir before her husband’s death. Then an owl had arrived, a not so strange occurrence in their country house, but instead of waiting for the night it had flown onto the windowsill of one of their living room windows in broad daylight and started pecking so hard at the glass that Petunia feared it might break. As soon as it saw the butler approaching, he left the letter he was holding with his talons and came back to where it came from, taking with him the bond between her and Lily. Petunia knew she had been wrong for indulging in the jealous outbursts she’d made early on, but then she’d tried to make amends, to ignore the bitter taste of bile that rose in her throat every time her parents praised her sister on a school result or some oddity she managed to achieve to simplify life at home in a way not even a crowd of maids would’ve been able to. Once she came of age, she had accepted that, although she was the eldest, she was second to Lily in everything else, but she didn’t care, her only goal that to get back the affection of the one who had always been her best, and probably only, friend. But despite her commitment, despite the interest she showed in a world that considered her rubbish, Lily had now built a wall Petunia didn’t know how to get around, and it did nothing but make her furious.

“I though you wanted a scholar,” the younger pointed out.

“I did,” confirmed the oldest. “I still do, but since the likelihood of finding a true scholar here are minimal, I think I can settle on Mr. Potter. He seems intelligent enough, so you’ll just have to devise a way to discover if he likes to read.”

“I’d be surprised if he could,” Lily muttered, making her laugh, the cheerful sound coming to a halt when a low rumble of distant thunder reverberated in the night and her sister flinched. She usually was all right when the storm was far away, but when it was closer, she looked like she was about to burst from her skin.

“Petunia,” she said, apparently needing to have this discussion with her but also to say something that would take her mind off the approaching tempest. “You must put him from your mind. He’s absolutely not the sort of husband who would make you happy, and aside from the fact he is the worst sort of rake and would probably flaunt a dozen mistresses in your face, haven’t you read The Queen of the Quills? Or listened to anything any of the other young ladies’ mothers have to say? The ones who have been on the social circuit for several years and know what’s what, all say his only saving grace is how nicely he treats his mother.”

“Well, that would be a mark in his favour,” Petunia asserted. “Since a mother is family and a wife is too.”

“A wife isn’t the same as a blood relative,” groaned Lily. “Men who would never dream of uttering a cross word in front of their mothers trample all over other women’s feelings every day.”

“And how would you know this?” Petunia demanded, causing a shocked reaction in Lily. In truth, she couldn’t remember the last time she had questioned her judgment on an important matter, and unfortunately for her sister, the only answer she could think of on such short notice was an unsatisfactory “I just do” that didn’t pass the muster.

“Aside from all that,” she resumed, in a placating voice, deciding to steer the topic in a different direction. “I don’t think you would even like Mr. Potter if you got to know him.”

“He seemed pleasant enough when I met him,” she maintained.

“But he was on his best behaviour!” Lily persisted. “Of course he’d seem nice, he wants my family to like him but it was all an act! Between last night and this afternoon, I spent several hours in his company, and I can assure you, he wasn’t on his best behaviour with me.”

Petunia gasped with horror and maybe a little titillation.

“Did he kiss you?” she breathed.

“Of course not!” Lily howled. “Where on earth would you get that idea?”

“You said he wasn’t on his best behaviour,” rejoined, innocently, Petunia.

“What I meant,” Lily ground out, “what that he wasn’t polite, nor very nice. In fact, he was insufferably arrogant and dreadfully rude and insulting.”

“That’s interesting,” Petunia murmured. “Very odd indeed. One would think he’d go out of his way to be nice to you first, since he’s you he wants to marry. Why behave the churl?”

“He said he couldn’t help himself,” she retorted, her face coloured a dull red, not so noticeable in the candlelight and mixed with the redness already present because of her cold, but still a different, embarrassed shade.

Petunia’s mouth fell open, and for one second she sat utterly frozen, as if suspended in time. Then, she dropped onto a pillow, hooting with laughter.

“That’s splendid!” she gasped. “It might be the funniest thing I’ve heard all month, maybe all year!”

“There’s no need to dwell on it,” Lily grumbled,

“He might be the very first gentleman you haven’t been able to manage,” Petunia went on, ignoring her sister’s pleas. “And although you say he’s rather unremarkable, I bet my best dress you’ll be married by the end of the year!”

_____________________________

Early the following week, after he and Sirius had amicably sparred, made peace over a glass of Firewhisky, and the bruises had faded into faint greenish marks, Mrs. Potter announced her intent to host a musicale. The organization of these events was not as tiring and expensive as that of a ball, and the space required was undoubtedly smaller, but it was still necessary to take care of sending the invitations, carefully selecting the audience, and distributing the seats adequately, so that no stupid arguments would break out between families who didn't see eye to eye. Of course, the front row would be occupied by the homeowners, their esteemed guest, and the McKinnon family, but the seats behind them were yet to be filled.

“I think Mrs. Evans would appreciate our invitation,” Euphemia said, not even looking up from the list she was making in her elegant handwriting.

“You should invite her eldest too, maybe together the sisters will be less uncomfortable among us Londoners,” Sirius added, trying to hide the sadistic smile spreading across his face. James glared at him, but made no comment, determined not to let his mother know how much his courtship of Lily was proving to be a fiasco.

“What a wonderful idea!” Euphemia exclaimed, adding a + 2 next to Mrs. Evan’s name. “I just hope the youngest has overcome the nasty cold she got last week. Gossip says she slipped in the Serpentine while trying to escape from a crazed beast. Do you think it was a Blast-Ended Skrewt? I heard some have been sighted near Rotten Row…”

“Probably,” James replied, feigning disinterest, while Sirius barely managed to hid a chuckle with a cough. He was the cause of Miss Evans’ fall into the Serpentine, and he claimed he did it for James’ sake, who had looked like a true romantic hero as he took off his jacket to jump into the water and help her back to shore. How The Queen of the Quills wasn’t aware of the matter, and hadn’t mentioned it in her damned columns, was a mystery for which James found himself immeasurably grateful.

“We should send her some flowers,” his mother went on, scanning the room as if hoping to find a bouquet there.

“I’m afraid they wouldn’t make a welcome gift,” James found himself saying, before he could bite his tongue. Receiving a grim look from his parent, he was forced to add that she was allergic, a detail he wouldn’t have been aware of if he hadn’t been at their house.

“We talked about it when we danced together last week,” he concluded, when the silence stretched long enough for him to understand that the day’s occupation wouldn’t continue until he provided an explanation to his knowledge.

“I’m sure she’d appreciate a thought from you, though,” Sirius interjected. “Maybe a book. I know she loves to read.”

And so, James found himself practically forced to retrace the road to the Evans residence, this time without any flowers but equipped with three invitations to his mother's musicale and a novel he knew was very popular among young witches of his future wife's age. Because despite the embarrassment, despite having acted like a fool and almost let the temptation to kiss her take over while he was fixing her bonnet, he still intended to marry her. After all, even while drenched and dirty, her skin possessed a flickering glow that make his muscle tighten at his inability to touch it freely, and although she might be too bossy and too quick to jump to conclusions, her eyes reminded him of the walks he used to take with his father, and her mouth, which vexed him to no end with its endless stream of insults and opinions, delivered the most perfect laugh.

James shuddered when he reached the front door, already familiar. He had dreamed about this moment, but in his sleep he was furious with her for whatever reason, and it wasn’t the butler who opened the door, but Lily herself, and there was no need to make polite conversation with her mother, to get out mindless words that tipped from his tongue as if by rote, because she was the one standing in front of him, a blessing indeed, since his mind was most definitely set on kissing her out of her mind. Oh, if she had known what he did to her with his imagination, she would’ve never agreed to marry him, but the Lily of his dreams was much more even-tempered than the real her, and although she still made his blood rush, and they spent enjoyable time together, he was able to not fall in love with her. The fake Lily he constructed in his head was exactly what he needed, but he was sure the one sitting on her bed in the company of her sister, hair let down and cheeks flush, would make him sweat and slide into mindless temptation given the chance.

“Why are you here?” she asked, trying to appear much tougher than she actually was.

“To apologize again for what happened,” he muttered, triggering a fit of giggles from Petunia. “And to bring this to you, to cheer your healing process.”

Guarded, Lily reached across the bed to take the book handed to her, giving him a glimpse of what she usually hid with her chaste dresses. Whatever thanks he had received, whatever words had been said in the room, never reached his ears, which began to ring dully with lust.

“And the envelopes you’re holding in you hand?” Petunia asked, her voice too high-pitched to ignore after a few moments.

“They’re your tickets for the musicale my mother is hosting on Friday night,” he replied, and although Lily didn’t seem the least bit interested, her nose already buried in the book she’d just received, Petunia’s eyes lit up.

“Don’t pay attention to my sister, giving her a book is the only way to shut her up,” the eldest joked. “But we are both grateful for the invitations, and you can already tell your mother we will be honoured to be present.”

“See you on Friday, then,” said James, as a farewell, with a little bow.

“Thank you, Mr. Potter,” he thought he heard Lily murmur once the door was closed behind him, but it could only be a figment of his imagination, so he tried not to put too much weight on the softness in her tone. Their next meeting would be the decisive one, the one that would allow him to court her in style and marry her by the end of the year, but for now, he had to settle for crumbs and cold courtesies.