#How easy are strawberries to farm? Those could be good

[pirefyrelight]

The problem with having a 2pm dentist appointment is I can't do yard work before because then I'm sweaty and tired and late for the appointment. But now, at 4pm, is the hottest it will be all day. It's like 90 degrees out there this is no time to be hammering stakes into the ground around my flowerbed (I need to create separation between the flowers and the grass around it)

At least I actually have all the equipment I should need now. There's inside stuff I can work on too today and get the garden stuff next weekend. And I was already outside working yesterday so ehh.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I’d Break the Back of Love for You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Commonwealth (No France)

Warnings: Oral (f receiving), sexual situations

Summary: You have some serious appreciation for Daryl’s shoulders.

A/N: As you should, reader. As you should.

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

“How long will you be gone?” You asked before popping a strawberry into your mouth. Daryl had brought them home upon his return only two days prior. You didn’t ask where he found them and he didn’t offer, but he wasn't banged up so he likely didn’t risk life and limb for them. Well, anymore than he always did by going outside the safety of the Commonwealth. 

He was already gathering supplies to head out again after a broadcast that Eugene had picked up on the radio. There wasn’t much to it. Just a couple of scrambled words and a lot of static. Not enough, in your opinion, for Daryl to run out and risk himself. 

The archer gave you a quick look, a corner of his mouth tugging upward when he noticed the plate of strawberries by your hip. “Few days maybe.” He answered, wrapping some bread and grabbing a couple of refilled bottles of water. He placed the items next to his shirt, on the counter you were currently calling a seat. 

When he scratched at his chin, your eyes followed his movements but lingered once he had dropped his hand and moved on with packing. His goatee was more of a starter beard these days, no time for trimming. It didn’t bother you. The salt-n-pepper hair felt good when scratching against the right patches of skin. 

There were so many things about your archer that you could admire in that regard all day if you ever had the chance. 

The obvious one being his cock. You couldn’t say it was the biggest you’d ever seen but it was definitely to be admired. The first time, back on the Greene farm, he’d pushed into you and you’d nearly came from the stretch alone. It wasn’t just about size though. The man knew how to use it to make you come apart over and over. It always made you want to giggle when you would think back to how socially stunted he had been one day and then the next, he was fucking you stupid over Hershel’s porch railing. 

His hair was so long now, the waves taking off a few inches. It was well onto his back when wet. You could still remember when it was barely over his eyes. You had loved it then too. But now, when you would bathe together, you’d have him sit in front of you so you could wash it for him. You’d always end up playing with it; braiding it or carding your fingers through it. However, the best thing was how it clung to his face and neck when he was sweaty after a thorough fucking. You’d push it off of his face, letting your fingers catch on the tangles as you kissed him. 

His hands were so much bigger than yours. On the few lazy mornings you were granted, when Carol would get the kids to school for you, you’d just lie there and hold your hands together. With your palm flat against his, he could bend his fingers over the tops of your own. It was easy to imagine his thick fingers inside of you. He had sent you tumbling into oblivion plenty of times with only one curling within your walls. Those hands didn’t just hold weapons; they worked magic, too. 

But it was the man’s shoulders that did you in. All that lean muscle that contracted and moved as he lifted and tugged at things to pack. You’d never admit it, but the nights alone in his absence, it was the thought of your legs over those broad shoulders and his face buried in your cunt that brought you to completion over and over. 

You really needed to hide any of his shirts that weren’t tank tops. 

Who would’ve thought that out of any part of that man, the one that would make you almost instantly wet was his “shoulders—”

“What?” 

You shook your head and looked around a bit wildly until you found his gaze and locked on. “Hmm?” 

“What ‘bout my shoulders?” He asked as you lifted another strawberry toward your lips. His question had you fumbling the fruit, catching it at the last second before it could fall to the floor. 

You laughed nervously. “Shoulders? What? I didn’t say—” you stuffed the entire berry into your mouth to stop your embarrassing rambling. Hopefully, he’d just let it go and keep packing. 

That hope went careening out the window when he looked down at his right shoulder and then back at you, a smirk on his face and a twinkle in his eye. 

“Nah, ya definitely said somethin’ ‘bout shoulders.” He sat the canteen he had been about to fill next to the sink and started walking toward you. “Still got my hearin’, Sunshine.”

You felt heat pooling in your cheeks and…other places when he leaned into your space, a hand braced on either side of your hips. The strawberry was swallowed down with an audible gulp. 

“I, uh, like your shoulders.” You whispered. Daryl laughed in the form of an exhale and leaned in closer, his lips coming to press against the side of your neck. Maintaining any sort of control was almost futile. “Daryl, you need to get packed.” You attempted to sway him but he simply hummed against your flesh. 

“Whatcha thinkin’, pretty girl?”

You groaned but leaned back your head to grant him more access. “A lot of things that are gonna make you late.” He didn’t respond to that. Not verbally. He grabbed your hips and pulled your body to the edge of the countertop, your groin coming into contact with the evidence of his own arousal. 

“You’re right.” He rasped against your collarbone. With one roll of his hips, you both gasped from the friction. “I guess I should be gettin’ on with packin’.” He rolled his hips again, growling against your jaw. “D’rather have those legs’a yours over these shoulders.”

You whimpered and squirmed against him, mewling when the rough fabric of his jeans grazed against your sensitive core through your thin sleep shorts and panties. That voice of his always made you putty in his hands. “I—please, Daryl.” 

“M’gonna give ya whatcha need, Sunshine.” He leaned back and tapped both of your biceps. “Up.” Your arms were immediately raised and your shirt pulled over and off. The cold air against your nipples had them hardening before Daryl could even touch you. 

Your small hands found his shoulders, gripping tight while he worshiped your breasts with mouth and hands. The skin of his palms was rough and calloused but that alone brought you so much pleasure. He cupped your left breast, kneading the soft mound and pinching your nipple while circling his tongue over its twin. You had never been so sensitive to a man’s touch in your life, but Daryl could play your body like an instrument. 

He pulled off of your breast with a wet pop and searched out your lips, his tongue pressing through to tangle with your own. 

“Lay back.” He ordered against your mouth. You did as you were told, only slightly embarrassed by how you knew your wetness was showing through your shorts. Of course, that was the first thing he noticed when he took a step back. “So wet for me an’ I’ve barely touched ya.” His thumb pressed into your clothed opening and trekked upward, earning a few panted moans and a raise of your hips. 

He continued past your pussy until he reached the waistband and turned his hand to dip his fingers underneath it. Joined by his other, he pulled your shorts and panties off in slow movements, letting them fall onto the floor. 

His large hands pressed into your inner thighs to open you up so wide that it bordered painful. All you could do was bite your lip and watch him. His tongue creeped across his bottom lip, and you shivered. 

“Prettiest pussy there ever was.” He commented absently, releasing one of your legs so he could slide his index finger up and down your slick lips. He was rewarded with a needy whine and the sight of you clenching around nothing. With a smirk, he moved his finger straight to his mouth, not pushing it past his lips until you opened your eyes. “Sweet lil’ thing too.”

“Daryl.” You whined. You both knew you weren’t above begging. It was only a matter of whether or not he wanted to hear it this time. 

“I gotcha, Sunshine. Gonna make ya feel real good, okay?”

You had zero doubt about that. 

“Sit up for me.” 

You planted your palms on the counter and came up to meet him, wrapping your hand around the back of his neck to drag him in for a kiss. He chuckled, a sound you adored, and pulled away from you to sink to one knee. A sweet kiss was pressed into your left thigh and then he was looking up at you. Oh, you were burning that sight into your memory for later. He placed his hands beneath your knees and stilled, smirking. 

“You’re gonna need to hold on, pretty thing.”

You gave him a quizzical look but then he pulled you forward, his face diving into your waiting cunt as his hands quickly moved to your ass. You had just enough time to twist your fingers in his hair before he was rising from the floor. 

“Oh, fuck.” You yelped, not just at the sensation of his tongue breaching your opening, but also at being six feet off the ground. How the man knew where to walk was anyone’s guess but his steps were sure. Your back pressed against the wall beside the refrigerator, giving him a little leverage to really work at your pussy in earnest. 

The initial shock had worn off, now replaced by the sensations his mouth was causing and the absolute thrill of legitimately being perched on those fucking shoulders while he devoured you like a man starved. 

“Fuck, that feels good.” You praised, fisting one hand in his hair while the other came up to palm the wall beside your head. He knew exactly what he was doing in every sense at that moment. You could feel the tense muscle below your thighs. His tongue delving deep inside your fluttering walls. His nose rubbing against your rapidly swelling clit. His beard scraping your overheated flesh. 

A new wave of arousal seeped out of you and he groaned, happily lapping it up with sounds that definitely did not belong in a kitchen. The cord inside you was heating up, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly, an absolutely delicious feeling of both tension and ecstasy building and yearning just below the skin. 

When he slid his tongue up through your wetness to flick at your clit, you almost couldn’t stand it; desperate to cum and hear him cooing praises after he drank every drop, but also wanting to savor the delectable journey toward an inevitable mind blowing orgasm that would likely leave you unable to speak anything but his name. 

“Fuck, oh, right there!” You slapped your palm once against the wall with a long, wanton moan. You wanted to grind against his face, aid in coaxing your high out of you, but he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. His grip on your ass tightened and he pressed face even closer to you, lips encircling your bundle of nerves to suck at it while his tongue worked it from inside his mouth. “Goddamn, Daryl! Fuck!”

He went back to kitten licks, tilting his head down so his nose continued to press at your pulsing nub while he slurped up any new arousal that had dripped out of your entrance.

He was killing you. And you loved it. 

Daryl Dixon may have been called many things in his life, but absolute destroyer of pussy needed to be added to that list. When he wasn’t sucking your ability to think right out of your clit, maybe you could remember to call him that in front of one of your friends. 

“Fuck.” You felt like you could almost cry, your orgasm not just creeping closer but sprinting. “Daryl, I’m—I’m gonna cum.” He gave your ass a hard squeeze, his way of demanding you let go. 

It was gradual, a pins and needles sensation that started from where his lips pulled tightly on your clit and spread out through your limbs, causing them to begin trembling. Then it was all at once, a wave of pleasure hit you so hard that you jerked and the back of your head hit the wall while your hands pulled roughly on his hair. There were a few moments unaccounted for, your vision overtaken by darkness and stars and the distant sounds of your own screams of his name. 

When you came back to yourself, your arms were dangling uselessly. You were panting while your body spasmed through the last pulses of your high. And Daryl was eagerly lapping up every drop. 

Once you were completely spent, you felt one of his large hands slid up to brace the small of your back while the other lifted one of your legs from his shoulder. He switched, gripping just above your hip on that side to keep you from falling while he moved your other leg. Then you were sliding down until he stopped you just in front of his face, his lips readily pressing against yours. 

You could taste yourself on his tongue, feel your own wetness smearing across your face from where it had gathered on his beard. The kiss itself was sweet and lazy and loving, whispered praises between each press of his lips. Your feet slowly touched the floor and his hands came up to cradle your face. 

You wanted to melt against him and beg him not to leave you. To clean you up and take you to bed so you could surprise you both by climbing above him and riding him until he filled you over and over. That fantasy had you reaching to cup him through his pants, feeling the straining hardness for only a moment before he gently grabbed your wrist. 

“Let’s take a bath an’ getcha cleaned up an’ ready for bed.”

You pulled back, frowning in confusion. “Don’t you have to leave?” You felt your heart spin when he gave you the sweetest smile; the one he gave to only you. 

“Nah, need to be here.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, one side and then the other, before gently cupping your chin and kissing you. “They can send someone else.”

“You mean it?” You asked, eyes sparkling with more hope than you meant to reveal. 

“Nah, lemme go an’ finish packin’.” He started to turn away but you caught one of those beautiful shoulders to easily spin him back to you. He deflected your attempt to smack him by ducking and hoisting you up over the very same shoulder you had grabbed. “You’re stuck with me.” 

“Oh, woe is me!” You laughed, kicking your legs to get out of his hold. You didn’t even remember you were still naked until he gave your ass a gentle smack as he walked up the stairs. Once at the top, you wiggled forward so you could reach and slap his ass one good time. “Hey, if that’s what happens when I say your shoulders are sexy, what would you do if I said you have a nice ass?” 

He barked out a laugh that you didn’t hear often enough and used the heel of his boot to kick the door closed. 

[lumosinlove]

Day Five:

On the fifth day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, a local farm/Christmas Tree Co. Lelo AU.

Heartcliff Farm was a creature of the summer mostly. It made its ends meet with strawberry and blueberry picking and cut-your-own flowers in the fields. The farm shop housed great, plump tomatoes in June and July. Fresh butter and milk. Buttery, sweet corn in August. Leo and his mother’s own baked goods—using our own eggs and fresh milk from just a few hops and skips away! The lake was near by, after all, and all the second-homers came up for the summer, or at least the Forth of July and a few vacation weeks later on. Leo’s family lived in town. He had never actually been to the lake—it was all houses, no public beaches—but he’d been working at Heartcliff his entire life, and he’d mastered talking to the Lakers as if he, too, was their kind of “regular.” That’s what they asked each other. Are you a regular? And, for Leo and his fellow employees, Are you a local? Local verses Regular—who could say which was better.

But everyone was friendly, and Leo liked to see how his smile worked wonders on them. Most of them knew him by name, and he, them. You wouldn’t believe the tomatoes this year, Mrs. Walker. Oh, Leo, is that some of your banana bread? I don’t know where you find the time to do all that baking for us!

It was a well-worn routine. And there was hardly ever anyone new, but Leo didn’t mind. He missed home terribly when he was away at Gryffindor University, which seemed to be nothing but new people, and no one who cared about this place. No one who cared that he loved it, that he loved baking, that he loved anything. Either he talked too much or was too shy. He hadn’t yet been able to find the sweet-spot, the one all the people at Heartcliff responded to. The one that felt easy, here. It felt like the most difficult thing in the world, there.

But, like any summer, winter always came—but Leo found the good parts. The parts so perfect that they warmed him through and through. Skiing, the Gingerbread house competition at the local library (him or Mrs. Hollyway nearly always won). The fires that his father built in their great fireplace. Baking cookies, and more cookies.

And, of course, the transformation of Heartcliff farm. The summer tomatoes, the sweetcorn and fresh bread, the flower and strawberry picking…all of that was scurried away and swapped out as if Christmas elves had come in the night. Evergreen garlands were strung along the farm shop’s doorways and roof. The wood burning stove was an ever-present smolder in the corner. The library’s sewing and knitting club made ornaments to be sold, some of the profits going to the local charities. Red-faced skiers coming in freezing and hoping for some of their (well, Leo thought it was famous) hot chocolate and home-made marshmallows.

Best of all…

Well. Leo’s throat closed up a little, cheeks flushing as bright as the skiers (only not from the cold) when he thought of the best part of all. To anyone else, he’d say the best part was the Christmas tree farm they put out front of the shop, stringing lights up above to glisten down on the falling snow. The best part was how cozy it looked, how happy the children were when they found that there was hot chocolate and candy canes to be had while they hunted for the perfect tree. The best part was the amount of snow that fell, and how perfect it all looked. The best part was strolling around with his parents to pick out their own tree, too. Those were the best parts. They really were.

But secretly, quietly, only to himself…For Leo, the best part of winter, was Logan.

Logan, who was like a myth that came down from the mountains each year.

“I know that look.”

Leo looked up at his mother over the sound of the electric mixer. She was at the counter, opening a fresh pile of delivered Christmas cards.

“Hm?” Leo asked.

Eloise smiled. “And that smell.”

Leo tried to will the redness out of his cheeks that had sprung up like it was eager or something. “Hm?”

Eloise laughed. “Hm?” She parroted. “Hmm, I just wonder who you’re making ginger cakes for.”

“Mama…”

His father came in from a fresh shoveling of their front walk. Wyatt banged his boots clean outside before shutting out the cold air again. “What’s with that mama? What’d I miss?”

“Well,” Eloise said, watching her husband take off his coat and hang up his hat. “Who could possibly be coming today that Leo would be making ginger cakes for?”

“Well, there’s only one lucky chap I can think of.”

Leo turned the mixer off and laughed. “Dad. Guys, no.”

“Could be it be a certain mountain man?”

“Oh my God, he’s not a mountain man,” Leo said, sprinkling flower into the buttered up, small bunt cake molds. “He’s—he’s just—Well, he doesn’t have a beard, first of all—Second—I’m not making them for him, these are for the shop. It’s a big ski weekend, and everyone’s getting their trees right now, with Thanksgiving over with. I’m—You know, you know what, I didn’t even remember they were coming down with fresh trees today.”

Eloise rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, totally forgot?”

“So, you’re making the ginger cakes for me, then?” Wyatt smiled. “And I could take a few over to book club later?”

“Sure.” Leo said, and rolled his eyes at his dad’s laugh. They really weren’t all for Logan.  It was only that Leo wanted something that might make Logan give him one of those gentle, almost shy smiles of his. Now, if only they would bake properly. Logan and the others wouldn’t be here for an hour, so he did have time. And the cakes would be hot for Logan that way—well, for anyone, but—but Logan liked them the most. Logan had a sweet tooth. Oh, Leo hoped they had enough hot chocolate, because then maybe Logan would keep coming inside for breaks and—and if no one else was in the shop maybe they could just talk a little more. A little more than usual.

“Okay.” Leo turned away to slide the cakes into the waiting oven. “I am ignoring these questions and I’m going to read until these are done.” If he could focus. “And then I am going over to the farm to start the wood burning stove. I have my timer on. Don’t open that oven door.”

Eloise winked at him over her mug of tea. “Yes, sir. Oh, and while you’re starting to stove, make sure you’re definitely not waiting for a glimpse of a certain truck or anything.”

It was still snowing lightly when Leo closed the front door behind him, covered plate of ginger cakes in hand. The weather channel had promised it would get heavier throughout the day. It’d be a full on white Christmas for sure, and the skiers would all be out today. He smiled when he saw the farm, so warm looking in the building snow on the ground and roof. The lot waiting for more Christmas trees looked like it would be its own forest, right there on the outskirts of town. He fumbled with his gloves getting the key in the door. The heat was on, making him shiver as the warmth hit him, but the stove was what completed the scene. Leo hung up his coat and hat in the back room before kneeling in front of the stove and opening the small glass door. He piled the wood in, crinkled up the kindling, and struck a match. The warmth flooded out, and Leo filled the iron basin on top with water to evaporate into the air.

He almost loved opening the shop more than running it. He loved starting up the hot chocolate, thick and not too sweet, setting out the bowls of crushed candy canes and marshmallows. At the beginning of the season, he loved stringing up the lights, the red bows above the displays, and the secret sprouts of mistletoe over the doorways. The jingle bells that replaced the usual cowbell above the entrance, alerting them to someone entering the shop. He loved watching people’s faces light up.

Leo was carefully setting his ginger cakes out on the snowman display pedestal when the door opened again, revealing his dad with three big coils of twine over his shoulders.

“I’m really not allowed to eat one of those?” he asked.

“Nope.” Leo put the glass dome over them. “Not until Logan has his pick.”

Wyatt laughed. “You ever gonna talk to this kid when it’s not Christmas?”

Leo didn’t look up from fitting some small lights around the display’s base. “If I was ever going to work up the courage to ask, I would no longer recognize myself.”

“Aw, Le. Come on, I’m sure you could. Even if its just as a friend, at first. Logan seems like a good kid. Better than that boy you said you were ‘maybe’ seeing at school. What’s his name?”

Leo just raised a shoulder and turned to check on the hot chocolate. He didn’t really want to talk about Jack right now. Jack who had refused to come home with Leo for Christmas to his middle-of-no where-town. Babe, why would I when you could just come to the city?

“Logan probably has more than enough friends,” Leo said.

His dad came around to the back of the counter, making Leo look up at him. “That’s not really how friends works, hun.”

“Well.” Leo sighed, gave his head a shake. “Dad, I don’t know.”

“All right, all right.” Wyatt held up his hands. “But at least we’ll have enough Christmas tree twine, right?”

That made Leo crack a smile. “Right. Did Pascal say who he was bringing on the phone?”

“Logan, Noelle, Sergei.”

“Oh, I love Sergei. He always has the best stories.”

His dad laughed. “True. That man has lived five lives, I swear to God. Best way to be, though.”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty happy with my life.”

“Oh—” Wyatt gave him a playful scuff on the head. “You know what I meant.”

Leo’s reply was lost to him as soon as he heard a tell-tale rumbling from the road. He couldn’t help the way his head snapped towards the window, only to find a sight that looked a great deal like an old-time Christmas card. The red truck bumbling towards them with its bright green trees strapped to the back, the whole scene covered in fresh white snow. Leo watched them pull up, could hear some sort of French rap song coming from the cab. The truck stuttered to a stop, tires crunching over the snow, and the song cut off.

“Allez,” he heard—Pascal Dumais’ voice, owner of the farm. He said something faster that Leo didn’t catch—and he had been trying his best to learn from the French courses he was taking (no, it wasn’t for Logan, you had to take a language credit…it wasn’t just for Logan)—but all he caught now was Logan’s name. It was followed directly by Logan himself jumping down from the truck, wearing a dark green puffer jacket and a black beanie, also those thick, worn work boots that Leo sometimes imagined sitting, unlaced, by the front door of his shared house at college. They were tan, and scuffed, and made Logan’s strong legs look even stronger. If Leo ever found out what he looked like without those bulky jackets, he didn’t know what he’d do.

He was watching Logan and Noelle shove each other as they got some supplies from the truck, when his father cleared his throat. “You gonna go say hello?”

“Um.” Leo realized his voice was pitched up. “They always come inside when they first arrive.”

But when Leo heard the bells above the door jingle, and Pascal heartily greeting his father, Leo clammed up. He turned to the side, pretending to mess with the cash register, just for something to do with his hands. But he saw Logan out of the corner of his eye. He saw the way he stopped messing with Noelle, who had pointed out the mistletoe almost instantly and given Logan a smacking kiss on the cheek as they walked in, wiped those boots off politely, and—was he looking at Leo? Or the shop. The shop. Because they had done a wonderful job, it was cozy, and warm, and festive—

“Salut, Leo.” Logan said softly.

Leo took a breath and finally looked up. Green eyes. Green eyes he dreamed about. Logan offered him one of his quiet smiles as he set his gloves on the counter.

“Hi,” he said again, as if Leo hadn’t gotten the French.

“Hi,” Leo breathed, then cleared his throat. “Hi. How are you?”

Logan shrugged. “Good. Same. Did you just get home from college? I saw a bunch of others who look like they’re on break.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, about a week and a half ago.”

Noelle raised her eyes towards the room. “Doesn’t look like you’re taking much of a rest.”

Leo laughed, smiling at her. “Yeah. I’m not very good at those.”

“I am,” Logan mimed a shiver. “I’d stay in here all day rather than get up at four because someone forgot to do her farm chores.” He sent a pointed look at Noelle.

“Hey!” Noelle didn’t look up from where she was making herself a hot chocolate. “They were yours.”

“Non.”

“Oh-kay,” Pascal laughed. “We’re all nice and warm now, let’s unload.” He sent Leo a smile. “Nice to see you, Leo.” He pushed through the door again, followed by Wyatt and Noelle.

“Same, Pascal.” He looked back at Logan. “Well.” He looked down at the ginger cakes, then motioned to the chocolate. “This’ll be here if you want to get warm again.”

“Will you?” Logan asked.

Leo flushed. He hoped he could blame it on the wood-burning stove heating up the place. “Mhm. Sure will.”

“Good.” Logan began to step back. “D’accord—oop—” He’d bumped not one of the smaller trees they displayed ornaments on. This one was full of jingle bells and there was an almost comical chorus of rings and Logan reached out to steady it. “Ha, okay, I obviously belong outside.”

Leo couldn’t help but laugh, lowering his hand from where he’d covered his mouth. “I guess. Wait, here, you forgot your gloves.”

“Oh,” Logan nearly tripped over his feet coming forward again to grab them. “Merde, okay. Merci.”

And with that he was out the door, leaving Logan staring after him.

It took a couple hours to unload everything, get the new trees in the ground or stands, restring the lights, and then it was time for the customers to come—leaving Logan and Leo both busy and, frustratingly, apart. Between ringing up tree tickets, Leo snuck glances outside at Logan—hauling trees through the netter, hoisting them onto car roofs, and—someone have mercy, please—yanking the chain saw to a start to saw off uneven trunk bottoms. Even from afar, it was good entertainment—especially when Logan got hot and shucked off his jacket in favor of a thermal undershirt in the hour the snow let up a bit. Leo huffed. If he had to watch two more girls from the local high school giggle over Logan, he was going to knock them into the jingle bell tree.

Finally, Logan said something to Noelle that Leo didn’t quite catch, but made a motion towards the shop like he was going inside. It practically made Leo jump, checking the hot chocolate, the ginger cakes, trying to look busy and available at once. He’d barely moved, though, when the bells were jingling above the store door and Logan was stepping through, nose and cheeks flushed.

“Hi,” Logan breathed, sniffing a bit from the cold. “Oh, so warm in here. Lucky.”

“Ha, yeah. Stay as long as you like.” He nodded outside. “We’re doing good though, huh? The trees are beautiful.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “More beautiful here, though.” Logan set his gloves down on the counter again, and then took off his hat. His chestnut hair was a mess, wild, and maybe a little sweaty at the temples. “Prettier with lights around them.”

Leo’s eyes darted to the lights around the store that seemed to halo Logan. “Uh-huh.”

Logan looked at him for another moment, fingers tapping on the counter, before he noticed the sweets. “Oh. Oh, I know these. You have made these every year, yes?”

“Mhm,” Leo smiled. “Yeah, I—they’re some of my favorite to make.” I make them for you. “You want one?”

“Ouais, please, please.” Logan said, then looked at the hot chocolate. “I can take some of that, too?”

“Of course.”

“Kind of a tradition?” Logan asked as Leo put a cake on a plate for him. “The making?”

“Yeah.” Leo took a breath, stealing himself. “Yeah, kind of like—like seeing you is.”

Logan’s eyes went back to his, and he looked surprised for a terrifying second, before he nodded. “Seeing you makes it feel like Christmas.”

Leo looked back at him sharply from where he was pouring the thick chocolate into one of the staff mugs—much better than a paper cup. He expected Logan to have just—said it. Maybe he would be looking at something else, eating the cake. But Logan was looking right at him.

“You too,” Leo said. “Really, I—yeah.” He pushed the hot chocolate forward. “You too, Logan.”

“Good,” Logan said simply, and without ceremony, proceeded to dump what Leo thought was probably just a little too much candy cane crumble into his cup. Leo couldn’t help but laugh.

“You kind of have a sweet tooth, don’t you?”

“Mmm,” was Logan’s only reply, eyes closing as he sipped the chocolate, then took a bite of the ginger cake. “Ouais, I love these so much. I dream about these, I think.”

Leo shook his head, snorting. “No way.”

Logan just nodded as he chewed.

Leo glanced out the window again and saw that Pascal was bringing the truck back around. “Oh.”

Logan looked up questioningly, just as Noelle opened the door, huffing.

“Lo, we’re packing up.”

Logan looked back at her. “Quoi? Wh…now?”

“Yep.” Noelle raised her eyebrows. “You helping, or…”

“Ouais, just—hold on, merde.” Logan waved her off, annoyed. “Be right there.”

Noelle rolled her eyes at Logan, smiled at Leo, and shut the door again. Logan looked back at Leo, lips parted as if trying to decide what to say. He leaned forward, then back, fingers drumming on the counter again. The shops Christmas music played softly between them, and Leo bit his tongue until he couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

Leo sighed. “Well…” Do you want to exchange numbers? I’d love to keep in touch. Every version of the phrase either felt too flirty or too formal. “Hardly said hello before goodbye.” Hardly anything. How many days had he been waiting for this? Telling himself that maybe this year he’d—what? He felt stupid now. This was how it always went. Logan didn’t live that far away, but it was still a drive. And all Leo really knew was that he was kind, sweet, had pretty eyes, liked ice hockey as much as he did, wanted to run the farm rather than go to college. He loved his life, who was Leo to mess with that?

“Maybe—Leo…” Logan began to say, and God, did Leo love hearing his name in his voice, his accent. Logan laughed and rocked on his heels again. And then he was taking out his phone and holding it tentatively across the counter. “Maybe we don’t…wait a year to see each other again?”

There. Yes. Of course, Logan had said it perfectly. Leo was nodding before he realized it, before he could form proper words. “I—yeah.”

“Mhm?” Logan was nodding too. “Really? Good.”

“I’d really love that.” Leo said, and then realized he hadn’t taken the phone yet. “Oh—ha, here.”

He might have hated the way his hands shook a bit as he typed in his number, but at least Logan was still looking softly at him when he gave him back the phone.

“Okay,” Logan said, and they both heard Noelle shout his name again. Lo-gan. Logan took a few steps towards the door. “Okay, well—maybe some time this break, I’ll drive down myself or…or you can come see the farm, too, if you want. The goats are cute, they have little Christmas collars—well, anyway.”

“Yes. Either. Both. Absolutely.”

Logan grinned. “Okay. Good. Good.”

He’d only just made it out the door when Leo spied his gloves, left on the counter again. “Logan, wait!”

Logan all but threw himself back through the door, coming close to knocking over another display, his green eyes bright. “Yes. I mean, yes?”

Leo laughed. “Your gloves.”

Logan looked at them on the counter, then smiled. “Keep them. You can return them when we meet up.”

Leo bit at the inside of his cheek against his smile. “Okay.” He felt sheepish, and shy, and like something fiery and good was burning him up inside.

“Bye,” Logan said softly. “I’ll text.”

Leo could only nod. “Bye.”

As he watched the truck drive away, French music started up again, he couldn’t help himself. He went to walk through the remaining trees. He put on his coat and hat, shoved his own mittens into his coat pockets, and slipped on Logan’s gloves.

~

A Few Months Later

The weather was warming, and so Leo had his apartment’s windows thrown open, letting in the fresh Spring air. He hummed softly to himself as he packed up his school things—computer, charger, pens…oh, the book they were reading. He smiled when he heard the shower cut off from the bathroom off of his room, the slight humming louder without the pounding water surrounding it.

Things had never been this good. Almost graduating—just a few months away, really—another perfect summer at the shop waiting for him. Not to mention getting to spend half of his time at the Dumais’ farm because—

The bathroom door opened, releasing steam. Logan emerged, towel wrapped around his hips, another being scrubbed at his hair.

Logan. Logan, driving down some weekends to stay. Logan, kissing him stupid at night, and curling into his side to watch movies. Logan, and his clothes filling up a drawer in Leo’s dresser. Logan’s boots by the door.

“Headed to the library?” Logan asked when he saw Leo’s bag, and reached out to cup Leo’s cheek, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“Yeah, got to meet my partner for this presentation—English Lit class. Might have him over some time. He’s funny, you’d like him.”

“Oh?” Logan asked. “What’s his name?”

Leo shouldered his bag, kissed Logan again, and opened the door. “Finn. See you for dinner, love you!”

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

I am a shifter and one of my DR was Top gun. As people known call signs are not as cool as they seem. You get your call sign from ur unit and most of the time is memorable embarrassing/stupid shit you did or something that happened. Here are the stories behind call signs in my DR.

Iceman: snuck small ice packs into the academy and would use them to cool down cuz there was no working ACs. He gave a few to his friends in exchange for a few bucks, would also hog the ice baths

Slider: did not see a shipment dollie infront of him tripped and fell on it and it rolled down the halls with him on it. He was face down and somehow could not stop the dollie

Maverick: argued w/ multiple unit members for days on end that mavericks are birds. They are in fact not birds. They are cows.

Goose: a goose attacked him while he stood at attention. Proceed to try and fight said goose. (He lost) a few days later the same (they think) goose stole his MRE.

Chipper: was so excited to be in a plane that he ran to his plane slipped and chipped his tooth after bashing his head on the plane.

Cougar: only older ladies would flirt with him at bars could not for the life of him get a girl his age to talk to him

Now these below are my friends/squad mates/unit (I was there when they were named, reason they got named, named them)

Flare: (me) (this was inspired by my grandpa’s wingman IRL) I set off a flare before I was supposed to during emergency water rescue training. I almost set my CO on fire.

Toad: did not close his pack properly and we were camping (team building) near a marsh, got back to base and open his pack to find that a toad was in his pack and it pissed on all his stuff.

Berry: his last name is Barry, he is also allergic to all types of Berrys. It’s ironic.

Straw: his last name is also Berry (w an E) he would not shut the fuck up about how his family has a small strawberry farm and how’s it’s been in the family for ages.

Tarmac: it was going to be Clumsy but then 17 times in one day he tripped on nothing on the tarmac and face planted/landed on his ass every single time. Then proceeded to fall off the ladder to his plane.

Fish4: was originally Trip but then he tripped right off a boat was stuck in the water for a few minutes but in those few minutes managed to catch 4 little fish and shoved them in his pocket. When the CO was lecturing him he pulled a fish out of his pocket and offered it to the CO.

Spider: has a phobia of spiders. Came down the ladder after a hop saw a spider on the bottom rung screamed and kicked the ladder out from under him and somehow managed to crawl onto the wing of his plane

Plus: genuinely thought the red cross symbol was a cross not a plus

Crow: we don’t know what he did to piss off the crow but boy was that crow angry at him, would attack him, do bird shit flybys, and try to steal his food

Stack: was short stack but it wasn’t easy to say in the air. That man is 6’5 idk how he fit in the cockpit

Stilts: she’s 5’6 and would stand on shit to try to be taller. Tried to DIY stilts from wood she found, she failed

Ironically those 2 are a RIO/pilot pair. (Yes the tallest mf in our unit was w the shortest pilot)

ABNB: “all bark no bite” this one should explain itself

Wings: constantly lost his wings at bars, barracks, pocket, you name it. It was common to call out “Wings” to help him find them or a reminder to look at his wings to make sure they were there

Polo: most directionally challenge mf I have ever met, he would get lost anywhere, he could be in a 2ft closet and still get lost. Yes his name was Marco

Driver: slowest mf in the world a sloth walks faster than him. The COs would yell at him constantly to not fly the plane at 60 mph cuz it’s a fucken plane. We thought cuz he walks and flys so slow he would be a good DD. Nope man goes like 90 in a 35. He is not allowed to drive on base cuz he almost hit a captain w his car (the captain was Maverick)

Loser: we can’t have nice things when he’s around. And by nice things I mean contraband. He would report everything all the time because he lost at a board game we snuck in. So yea we named him sore loser. We did a lot of push ups cuz of that bitch

Zeus: the lightning had it out for him stfg every time it rained he would come close to getting struck by lightning

PhD: his name is Stephen Doctor self explanatory (he also only had a high school diploma)

Straps: would not tighten his mfing seat straps in the cockpit and actually gave himself a concussion from hitting the canopy cuz you guessed it his straps weren’t tightened

Matt: big fan of Daredevil and was super drunk and found red sunglasses, proceeded to: start a bar fight, get his ass beat, run into a wall, fight the wall, and when the hospital staff asked for his name he said “Matt Murdock” what a legend…ary idiot

Locked: yea he got “locked” in to a closet. The closet had no lock. the dumbass also pushes on pull doors and pulls on push doors

DogS: “dog shit” thought he was the shit. He was a shit alright

I.T.: was not the computer wiz he said he was, he in fact blew up a computer

Duck: a duck flew at his head we told him to duck, he did not duck and got smacked in the face with a duck

Wheels: anything that had wheels had it out for her, chairs, cars, ladders, planes, gunnery’s, if it has wheels it’s going to hit her at some point in time

Marker: she was a hoot, had colored markers on her at all times and would draw shit on walls, fences, people’s faces, cars you name it. we didn’t know it was her till Sharpied caught her drawing on his face when he was asleep (she got away with it for 6 weeks)

Sharpied: Marker’s fav target cuz he was an idiot and slept anywhere other than his bunk that’s asking for hazing

Banger: shittiest music taste, would head band to fucking classical music 

Buzz: so many reasons I could go on forever, that arm thing that buzz light year does? Yea that’s how he would search rooms

Woody: cowboy, lost his shoes or get them mixed up w other people so he wrote his name on his shoes. Also found a scorpion in his boot (not snake but close enough for us)

Yes they were a RIO/Pilot pair

Dally: ALWAYS LATE I was her CO at this time and every day I would yell at her to not dilly dally and pick up the pace. She wasn’t as slow as Driver tho

Bar: he hit his head a lot on bars

Lake: lakers fan, painted his helmet their colors, we weren’t going to give him that name (was going to call him LA) but then he slipped and fell into a lake like three times

York: he’s from New Jersey

Jersey: she’s from New York

Table: he gave himself a minor concussion from sneezing so hard he brained himself on the table

AIDS: his initials are HIV (Henry Ian Vincent)

Z’s: was a RIO before deciding to become an anesthesiologist it was originally (K0-Know’s nothing)

Cupcake: was a teacher’s pet and brought cupcakes for the CO’s it backfired on him

Globe: a flat earther who told the COs we shouldn’t fly to far cuz we could fall off the world

Boomer: enlisted at 35

MLC: “mid life crisis” literally told us that he joined cuz he was having a midlife crisis…he was 20

PP: not only was he a dickhead he was a passenger prince and a backseat driver/pilot

LukeS: was in a heated explanation of why Star Wars is a good movie and don’t hear me (a CO) ask for her callsign responsed “Luke Skywalker” apparently thought I asked who the main character was

TAFL: “take a fucking look” swear to god thought he was blind no situational awareness whatsoever idk how he made it past flight school

LAS: “Lost at Sea” he could not find the carrier so he just landed in the ocean when he ran out of gas

YARD: “You’re a RIO David” David was also a backseat pilot

LTMYSF: “Listen to me you stupid fucks” His pilot would not listen to him so it was something he said often. It’s even funnier cuz now he’s a Staff Sargent at boot camps

Dyslexic: can’t spell, also struggles to spell his own call sign, if he wasn’t an asshole we would have given him “ICS- I can’t spell” but he was

HTCWV: “Hit the COMPACFLT with a volleyball” yes this man spiked a volleyball at an unaware Admiral Kazansky it was originally PIDS “Pilot in deep shit” im not going to elaborate it was gross

Steps: cannot walk up the steps normally, face plants, trips, takes 2 at a time, slides down the railing.

Canada: a Canadian goose attacked him and during standard concussion test he answered w full confidence that he was in Canada. We were in Florida.

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 5 (SPOILERS)

"Tell you a story? / Or I could just, like, pass out / And twitch on the couch" This whole haiku is one of my favorites so far. It's funny and the assonance (I think that's what it's called) between "out" and "couch" is pretty good. I know haikus aren't supposed to rhyme, but this one was satisfying.

"Yeah, okay. I'm gonna check out the forges." Leo! You aren't even a little bit curious?

"these waking visions had been happening with alarming frequency." He is pulling a Hazel! He is pulling a Hazel! These visions do happen during the daytime!

"the baleen ridge of a whale's mouth." Looked it up. It's the brush-like part that are their "teeth," which art as a filter. The definition on Google by the Oxford Language dictionary just says "whalebone." That's the whole definition. Unhelpful.

"his daughters breaking his finest amphora of wine, and so, naturally, they had to die." WOW. Overreaction. This guy sees his daughters as less valuable than his wine. I'm surprised they made it to their teenage years with a dad like that. "I mean... if the girls had broken a Stradivarius violin or gold-plated harmonica, I might have understood his rage." Apollo! See, this is how they indicate to us that Apollo still has more character development to get through.

"Parthenos and Hemithea" Parthenos? Like Athena Parthenos? Or is this another Rhea-Rhea Silvia situation? "Rhoeo--the king's eldest daughter" There's a D missing in that name. "It is no small thing to make someone a god." Yeah, so why'd ya do it, Apollo? It would have been so much simpler to just teleport them somewhere safe, as I'm sure they were expecting. "I prayed, 'Help us, Artemis!'" Eh, Apollo was far away. Easy mistake. /s

"[Nero] balanced a plate of strawberries" D'you think he ordered those from Delphi Strawberry Farm? It would be wonderfully ironic. "her knees bent in yellow leggings" Lol, she switched back to the traffic light outfit even after Sally gave her black leggings. You think she has a whole closet of the same clothes?

"the sort of boy who enjoyed appearing from shadows." Maybe Nico knows this guy.

"our friend the New Hercules." I don't know what to make of this. Multiple people have been compared to Hercules over the books but I doubt it's any one of them. This is a new character. What does he have in common with Hercules? Is it just strength or is it his backstory or the role he plays, etc.? "his obsession with destroying the House of Nets." The NBA? Does he have something against basketball? Or does he play basketball and wants to take down the rival basketball team?

"Emmie is a healer to rival Apollo." She is poking the bear. Stabbing it with a spear, more like.

"We were kinda busy talking shop." So busy you wouldn't notice someone having a seizure in the middle of the room?

Cheese ghost Brieanna is back!

[lunanheartache]

u know what i think this one has a funny ending (read: stupid but i had a fun time). this is just some silly lambgars. they have a good time together. 4424 words & oh shit this is a year old next month 😦

expect: t4t (it's lambgar), dick pumping (lots of dick talk haha), dirty talk, oral, frotting, d/s dynamics, vague brief objectification / cockwarming

it's early.

it feels early, at least. the light from the windows is dull and gray, doing nothing to brighten the room. it makes it look like dawn, or just before, sun beaten down by the steady rain on the roof.

maybe it's late. maybe he slept in.

j'gar stretches with a groan. he's alone in bed, lamb's side of it cool but unmade. that feels like a sign he slept in.

whoops.

but lamb knows how to take care of the day, can handle feeding the animals and getting eggs and milk. the rain makes it easier for him anyway. doesn't have to water the farm, doesn't have to deal with the well or carrying buckets from the river. j'gar can be a little lazy if he wants.

he rolls onto his back, enjoying the warmth and softness of his bed. sleep keeps his head fuzzy like cotton. he could just go back to sleep. catch up on older missed hours, even though he's been better recently. much better. seven months better, with his strength back and-

honestly, in some ways, he's better than before. his endurance might need some work and his scars are an adjustment with a long time left to mature, but those salves from doc lupin have been so good. there was always that disconnect between himself and his masculinity and now. now, now he has this salve. what it is, actually, who knows, but his voice is deeper, tusks bigger, the whole of him hairier and a bit sweatier and-

mm, there's an idea.

j'gar glances at the bedroom door. it's closed, no sounds of life on the other side. lamb probably won't come back in the room unless he's really late, so he should have a few moments to himself.

he lets his eyes fall closed. spreading his legs, j'gar slides his palm over his underwear, over his dick, bigger even soft with the salves. that's good. that's so good.

there's something about it, feeling his dick get hard now because it does. it swells eagerly under his attentions, a certain hardness that just makes itself known through the cloth. natural and good and right.

so good. j'gar hums a low sound in his throat. he rocks his hips against the heel of his palm, but the friction catches sensitive on the head. resting his hand on his stomach, he teases his fingers through the hair there and lets the arousal linger in his gut for a moment. admires the easy feeling. it'll be better once he's wet, but the salves - something about them makes it difficult, makes that softness slow and weak. he'll get there.

he slides his fingers under the waistband of his underwear to slot his dick between them. squeezes just a little.

he thinks about lamb. lamb sits in his lap in the sunset like she did last week. they split a slice of strawberry pie like usual, like normal, like always. it was sweet. it is sweet. lamb is sweet, makes gentle little noises because he has j'gar fucking him here. in the fantasy, j'gar is naked because he doesn't need clothes to make lamb feel good. lamb just has his skirt hiked up a bit so j'gar can get his cock in him, and he doesn't have to move, can just have j'gar fuck him and eat his half of the pie; can just enjoy everything.

j'gar grips lamb's waist. she fits so well under his hands. his cock fits so well in him too, not too big or too small. he's thick, though, enough that he stretches lamb out around him. not that he gets to see with their skirt over them. he can just feel it, how lamb opens for him, wet and yielding. she clenches down on him sometimes, but he's not allowed to cum. he has to make lamb feel good, wants to, wants to be so good for them.

lamb glances over her shoulder at him. his ears are just pink. "slow down a bit, sweetheart," he says.

"ah, sorry, sorry," j'gar says, half a whine. "getting close."

"can you still be good or do you need a little break?"

j'gar curls forward, presses his forehead to lamb's back. he feels fuzzy, heat pulsing in his hips. "break. break, please."

"of course, jay." lamb settles fully into his lap, keeping j'gar buried in him. "you're doing so good, telling me. are you okay like this?"

"enjoying yourself there?" lamb's voice - lamb's actual voice - asks.

"lamb!" j'gar yelps, yanking his hand away. he jolts upright.

lamb stands in the doorway. there's a faint flush and a smile across his cheeks, something like amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. her hair is flat from the rain, not quite dripping but not dry either. their clothes are similar. the green of their shirt muddles darker with water from the shoulders down to their chest.

"here i thought you were sleeping in," she says.

j'gar hides his face in his hand, leaves the more incriminating one under the covers. "i was! oh my gods."

"well, don't let me interrupt," lamb says with a wink.

she pads the rest of the way into their room to her side of the bed, peeling off wet clothes as she goes. j'gar's face feels too hot. he clears his throat, keeps his eyes angled away from lamb.

"i thought you'd be a while," mumbles j'gar.

"you know i'm not bothered, hon."

"i know, i just-" j'gar makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "didn' mean to make you see that. i shoulda- locked the door or somethin'. sorry."

the bed shifts slightly with new weight. lamb's hand touches his shoulder. "jay, it's fine, really. you were in our bed and you were taking care of yourself. i walked in."

j'gar dares to look at them. lamb is naked, wet hair leaving a few droplets on her shoulders and collarbones. she offers a smile and squeezes his arm when he finally looks.

"there he is," they say.

"hope i didn' make you uncomfortable."

"you didn't. i'm a little jealous of your hand, but."

oh.

j'gar turns more solidly toward her. lamb has one knee on the bed, leaning towards him. "well, i mean. you look a little cold. think my hands could help you warm up?" he asks, tentative.

"see," lamb says, taking his hand back to rummage in a drawer in the nightstand, "i had another idea if you're up for it."

"what is it?"

lamb sets the pump on the bed. "want to try fucking me? i was thinking your dick is probably big enough with this."

that.

oh.

j'gar feels his breath catch. his pulse is a tangible throb. they have managed to stretch his cock an inch or two with that thing. lamb brought it home one day after a trip up north, a funny glass cylinder with a rubbery sort of hose and handle attached to it. like the glass cups lamb has used on him in the past, but more mechanical and easier to use.

he touches the handle. almost like a well pump, vaguely. same principle, he assumes. sucking up like a siphon.

and lamb wants to pump him until he can fuck him. thinks they can get his cock fat enough to fuck into him. it won't be like his fantasies; j'gar has no illusions that he'll get that big, and toys will be the only way he can stretch lamb out so well, but.

gods, he could fuck lamb with his dick. maybe.

"okay," j'gar says breathlessly. "okay. yeah. can we try that?"

lamb laughs, soft. "get your underwear off and let's see," they say.

she stands back up then, not half kneeling. j'gar pushes his weight into his heels and one hand behind himself and tugs his underwear down to his thighs. the fabric is just wet at the center. he sits back down and kicks them the rest of the way off, sits crosslegged and eager.

"where d'you want me?" he asks.

"i think the bed is fine. are you comfortable?"

nodding is easier; he nods, nods, nods. lamb makes an amused sound and pads around to his side of the bed. j'gar just watches, admiring.

her legs are so long. the faintest line of muscle curves along the length of his thigh when he walks, but j'gar knows he's soft, pliant.

oops. j'gar shakes his head. focus. come on. when lamb stops next to him, he leans back on his hands, keeps his legs open, offers himself up. he'll be good. lamb can get him ready to fuck her and he won't touch.

lamb sits sideways. her knee bumps j'gar's. their eyes track up from his dick to his face; j'gar shifts his hips forward an inch, trying to make himself more prominent.

it works, in a way; it gets lamb's hands on him, fingers spreading him open to really look at his cock when it stands alone. j'gar feels his breath in his throat, swallows around it. lamb thumbs his foreskin back but doesn't tease, instead knocking a knuckle on either side of him and pulling gently, curiously. like he's checking to make sure he'll be good for him, and of course he can because lamb will make him. lamb can use him how she wants, tell him how to make her feel good, and he'll be so good, so good.

"your dick is definitely bigger," lamb says, and there's something like pride in their voice. "look at you."

"i know, it's amazin'. iunno what it is but it's- i didn' think i'd ever-" the words catch in a hitch.

lamb lets him go to lean forward and hug him, chin on his shoulder for just a moment. "you're okay, jay, i know. do you need a minute? want to stop?"

gods.

j'gar sniffles, tucks his face against lamb's neck and just breathes. her hair is damp and smells like rain. they are warm against him, the lightest pressure; lamb isn't putting his weight into him, holding herself up in the lean. when j'gar nods against her, she straightens up, dark eyes searching his face. the sort of playfulness sobers out them as quick as it came on.

"sorry," j'gar mumbles. he laughs, awkwardly. "i didn'- didn' mean to get emotional there. i, uh. whoops."

"don't think anything of it."

"i was just- 'fore you came in, i was kinda thinkin' about fuckin' you, but i had more of, uh." he gestures downward. "a more traditional set'a features."

"oh," says lamb.

j'gar crooks a smile. "must be 'm a little more sensitive today 'bout it, is all. you okay workin' with me a little?"

"of course, j'gar." lamb bumps his shoulder with a loose fist. "do you still want to try my idea or go with something that doesn't put pressure on you? not that- i don't mean for it to be any kind of pressure, i was just. was i too much too fast?"

"no, no, no, hon, you ain't done nothin', i promise. i was kinda wonderin' if i could fuck you without a toy too, you're not pressurin' me."

"well, how were you thinking about it?"

j'gar takes a breath. embarassment warms his cheeks faintly. "i was just sorta thinkin'. i kinda forgot about your pump thin', so i thought. you'd have to tease me for a while so i'd get real hard. then you'd be lyin' on your back with your knees up, maybe a pillow under your hips t'keep you more comfy? make sure you're angled right for me. then i think i could maybe hold my dick up a little and fuck you for real."

"i like that idea," lamb says, tracing distracted patterns in the hair on his thigh. "what if you were holding my legs up near my chest, and i held myself open for you?"

"oh. y'think it'd work?"

"i think," lamb says, reaching over to set the pump in his lap, "if we use this, you could work your cock in me," teasing a finger down the dark line of hair on his stomach, "and i could feel you cum in me. would you like that?"

j'gar leans forward until his forehead meets lamb's shoulder, nods, nods, nods against her. a laugh bubbles in her throat, and her hands find j'gar's jaw, fingers ghosting over the wispy stubble there. he feels them press a kiss to his head.

"let's get you ready then, huh?"

"want you'a do it," mumbles j'gar, mouthing his tusks against their arm. "i like when you do it."

"you gotta sit up then, jay," lamb says.

"mm, fine."

he goes easily, leaning back on his hands again. he spreads his thighs back out. lamb crawls over the bed to sit next to him, cuddling up against his side. her chest is soft on his arm. then he grabs the glass cylinder of the pump, lines it up over j'gar's dick. his open thighs make it easy to fit it over him, the flared base of it flush against his skin.

the tubing drapes over his leg. the handle of it balances on lamb's knee. she keeps a hand on the cylinder so it doesn't slip off of him and pulls on the handle.

that's always weird. there's a pressure and j'gar watches as his dick swells an inch up the tube. the suction pulls the foreskin back. and it just stays like that. holds his cock up and on display without any stimulation. lamb tugs lighter on the handle and his cock fills another inch.

"no pain?" lamb asks.

"ah, no, hon. good. i'm good."

"let me know if it hurts."

lamb only holds the suction for a few minutes, maybe. it's hard to tell. it feels like ages. he's hard and he can't touch, can't do anything about it. then lamb presses something on the tubing and the pressure releases with a hiss of air. his dick relaxes back, not much bigger than before. she doesn't pull the handle again right away, instead just holding it in a lazy grip while he peppers j'gar's shoulder in kisses.

"so," lamb says softly. the pressure hikes again. "you were thinking about fucking me?"

gods, right. j'gar ducks his head with a bashful laugh. "yeah, it wasn't nothin' special, i was just makin' you feel good."

"you like making me feel good."

"'course," says j'gar. he winces a little when lamb pulls an inch more; the pressure relaxes quickly. "i can make myself feel good whenever. wanna make you feel good always."

"you do, sweetheart. you're so good to me. how were you fucking me? hmm?"

"you were ridin' me. i usually-" j'gar laughs. "i usually give myself a big dick 'cause i- you know i like stretchin' you open."

"you do," lamb says, voice curled with something. teasing, almost. he pulls the handle. "anything else?"

"nah, i just- y'always make me stop for a bit. usually i still getta stay in you, you jus' tell me i can't move."

"oh. oh, i like that. fantasy me has some good ideas. like if we were just sitting on the couch reading and you kept your cock warm in me so i'd be all ready for you when i want you to fuck me?"

j'gar groans. "lamb," he pleads.

"we could even keep you plugged up too, hmm? my good boy?" lamb lets go of the glass and it stays suctioned on; she traces the rim of it, then lower. "or i get you all nice and close, then after you make me cum on your cock, i could blow you?"

"gods, honey- i-"

the pressure eases off. the cylinder stays on, though. his cock doesn't shrink back to its normal size; it drops a little, not held up, but it stays thick. fills up the base of the pump and an inch or two up. he's too swollen for the pump to fall off. j'gar groans, head lulling back.

"little more, jay," lamb says, "i want you just a little bigger, then you can fuck me."

"lamb, 'm so hard already. you don't- can i just jerk off for a second?"

"no, come on, you can do it. you're being so good for me."

lamb pumps him again. he feels his cock sucked again, that weird, aching pull. he can't touch himself, even if he wanted to. there's thin but solid glass in the way, keeping him hard and aching.

"oh, jay, look at you. look, hon," lamb croons.

dizzy, j'gar picks his head up. his mind feels fuzzy, blurry at the edges.

the pump is suctioned hard on his cock. he fills up half the cylinder, squashed against the walls. gods. j'gar whimpers. his dick twitches in the tube and that's.

oh. oh god.

lamb pulls the handle just an bit more. fuck. his cock twitches again. not just some transferred thing from his hole clenching.

fuck, fuck, fuck. his breath stutters.

"lamb, sweetheart, i- please. i'm good. i'm ready. please? can i make you feel good?" j'gar begs, resting his head on lamb's at his shoulder.

the pressure drops. his cock relaxes but he fills up a little over a quarter of the cylinder. lamb eases the pump off of him with a slick sound and- oh.

fuck. he has a dick. small, still, but it's. all the hair can't hide it now. it stands up eager, aching. the head alone is- j'gar makes a sound low in his throat. he's at least three times bigger. his foreskin doesn't cover the head, too pulled back from how hard he is.

lamb croons against his side. her fingers are already slick when she frames his cock with her thumb and index, stroking the foreskin over the shaft. that little touch sparks electric up his spine, sensitivity ratched up. j'gar can't help it; whimpering, he rocks his hips into it. his head lulls back, arousal fuzzy at the base of his skull.

"lamb- ah, fuck, you-" he groans, voice a rumble in his throat. "g- gimme a second."

"you're so good, my good boy," lamb says, smearing a kiss to his jaw. but she lets him go, sits up from her slouch. "you catch your breath. i'll get ready."

a flinch lingering in his hips, j'gar lowers himself to lean against the headboard. he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. his cock throbs with his pulse and the sheets beneath him are damp with sweat and slick. he could just rut himself against his hand and cum and it would be so good, but.

but no. no, he wants to fuck lamb. lamb wants to get fucked, and j'gar is good and he's so hard and fuck fuck fuck his dick is so big. his next breath out is a whine.

"you good, jay?" lamb says gently.

"yeah- yeah. fuck. can i-?"

"you have to come here then."

lamb doesn't need to ask twice. j'gar scrambles to his knees. lamb is lying on his back with his knees bent, feet flat on the bed. there are two pillow under his hips. he lifts his legs once j'gar shuffles in closer, bites down a moan when j'gar grips his thighs and presses his knees up to his chest. it opens lamb up so well, spreads their pussy out so he's on display, wetness dribbling down his ass.

fuck. lamb got off on pumping his dick.

"how's the angle look?" asks lamb, blush growing across her cheeks. "another pillow, or one less?"

"ah, lemme see," j'gar says.

it's different without the harness. j'gar nudges forward until he can kneel with his hips flush against lamb's ass, pressing them into position. that does something; lamb's breath hitches and his hole clenches around nothing. oh. that's.

adjusting his grip under her knees, he spreads lamb's thighs farther and pushes her knees down towards the bed. and she goes easily with a soft sound, that flush blossoming up their chest. their pussy spasms again and j'gar's dick is right there; he can't help rutting against them, all warm and soft and wet, curling over as pleasure twists low in his gut.

"you feel so hard," lamb says, almost awestruck. he doesn't move - maybe can't, with j'gar's weight on him - just lets j'gar grind desperately against him. "you must have to cum so bad. but you'd stop if i told you to. do i tell you to stop?"

"no, please, darlin', i- fuck, i'm tryin', i'm- can- can you hold your legs up, please? i need a hand." god, he sounds so needy, whimper curling his voice.

"of course. slow down a little, okay? come on. i know you want to cum, but you'll feel so much better with your cock in me."

"okay. okay."

lamb's right. j'gar's breath stutters, but he stops, hips pressed flush to lamb's. trying to settle, think past the cotton in his head, he closes his eyes.

lamb's hands slide over his own, and then she's holding herself open for him. okay. he's better. j'gar opens his eyes, lets himself admire his husband for just a second. they can't keep their legs quite as close to the bed as he could, but it helps.

j'gar's fingers tremble as he pulls up on his dick. lines himself up more carefully instead of blinding rubbing himself off on them. when he rocks his hips forward- oh. oh. keeping his cock angled up with his fingers, j'gar fucks lamb in earnest. he's not deep, he knows that, tries not to let it eat at him; he can feel his dick slip against lamb's rim and then in, just enough that he aches. feels the wet slide of it, feels the needy little way lamb's pussy flutters around him.

"lamb, lamb, sweet- sweetheart, f- fuck, fuck, you feel so good. can- do you-"

"come on," lamb coaxes, so sweet. "come on, j'gar, my good boy. oh- oh, you're so good at fucking me. you want to cum for me? fill me up?"

"fuck-" j'gar's loses his rhythm, grinding mindlessly into lamb's hole. he groans, repositions his dick to try and fuck in deeper. "can- can you feel me?"

"yeah- yes- oh, that's it, that's it, come on, darling, cum inside me. you're so close, so close," lamb breathes.

"fuck, fuck, fuck-"

champagne bubbles burst down his spine, shimmering in his hips, his cock. distantly, he can feel lamb trying to rock up to meet him, but she has no leverage; it just convulses his rim around his dick like he's trying to pull him deeper. their pussy on his dick; not a toy, not his fingers, not his tongue; his real cock, hard and hot and pumped up just so he can fuck lamb how she wants.

oh. there it is. there it is. all at once, overwhelming, that fuzzy feeling peaks. his nerves sing with it. a moan catches in his throat, stuttering around nonsense sounds shaped like /lamb, lamb, lamb/. his thrusts hiccup and jump as his dick pulses against lamb. /in/ lamb.

lamb's voice is hazy, incredulous and aching. "fuck, j'gar, i can feel you cumming."

/fuck/. he's floating, feels like he's floating. j'gar ruts into him until the ache slows, slows. the need lessens with his pulse. sweetness suffused through every inch of him, j'gar curls over lamb, letting go of his cock and pulling out with a small, wet sound. laughing breathlessly, he braces himself on lamb's thighs.

"fuck, honey," j'gar laughs.

"you did so good," says lamb dazedly, voice curled around a smile, "my good boy."

"did you- fuck. did you cum?"

"no, but oh, nothing- you did wonderfully, fucked me so well. i just couldn't really touch my clit like that. oh, you were so good."

"oh, darlin', i can't have that. not after i got to fuck you like that. can i take care'a you?" j'gar asks, shuffling his knees back to lower himself, hands still holding lamb's thighs.

lamb looks at him with impossibly dark eyes. "gods, j'gar, yes," she breathes.

"tha's my girl," j'gar croons.

he lets go of lamb's legs to let him drape them over his shoulders, keep him down where they need him. she relaxes into it with a sigh, a little jumpy flinch and a mumble about pins and needles. that's cute.

j'gar needs no preamble; he stuffs three fingers in lamb's hole, delighting as he quivers around them, and sucks his clit like honey into his mouth. their hands find his hair quickly, tangling in the curls and tugging him how they want him.

gloriously, it doesn't take long. she's already so wet from his dick; j'gar feels the needy twitch of his pussy quickly. they're so easy for him.

lamb comes undone on his fingers and tongue with a strangled half-noise, heels digging into his back. and that's so good, so good. feeling her spasm and clench around his fingers, there's something better about it now, knowing how they feel on his cock. j'gar coaxes him through it, crooking his fingers as he fucks them in gentle, swirling his tongue over the little head of his dick.

the hands in his hair tighten and pull after a few heartbeats; lamb pulls him off of his clit with a whimper. "too much, jay, ease up a little," she gasps.

"lemme clean you up at least," j'gar says.

"be gentle."

"i got you, sweetheart, no worries."

he doesn't tease. doesn't try to rile lamb up more or push them over the edge again. he curls his fingers as he draws them out, shiny and wet with a string of slick connecting them. pride shivers down his back; lamb got so wet all for him. but he needs to focus. come on. j'gar flattens his tongue in a broad stripe up the seam of him, tastes himself on lamb's hole and that's so good.

lamb hums a sweet little sigh and shifts her hips. the hands in his hair let him go to trace down his jaw, clutch his face and pull him up. j'gar goes easily, willingly, affection a warm ache in his chest. when lamb drags him for a kiss, that's just as good. his tusks get in the way but lamb never minds. they just smile against his mouth.

"good mornin'," j'gar says with a laugh. lamb's lips tickle his.

lamb laughs too, breathless. "good morning. what are- j'gar, don't say pussy - what are we doing for breakfast?"

[jmflowers]

Thanks for the Red Delish history; they’re the apple I grew up with, and it was so interesting to read their storied past. Very intriguing stuff! I gotta branch out and try some more apples. Your passion has inspired me. Honestly honeydew is probably in my top 5 –maybe top 3– favorite fruits. Beats cantaloupe by a country mile

Oh man, I typed you out a whole beautiful answer and then lost it! Let’s see what I can remember… I think I started right here:

My dude, I could talk about apples (and fruit) all damn day. I grew up with Red Delicious apples, too, and remember liking them, even. But then I got spoiled by working on a farm, in close proximity to an orchard that grows 14 different varieties just of apples, and I don't think I could ever go back. (Don’t get me started on strawberries and raspberries and pumpkins and corn.) Not sure I'd eat a Red Delicious these days. Or a Gala.

Honeydew is a super cool fruit, too. We have such easy access to it because it’s one of a few that can grow in both hemispheres. It’s also a winter melon, which means it’s got a good thick skin to help protect it during transportation. Like apples, though, there are a bunch of different cultivars and they all have a slightly different taste. If I were a connoisseur like yourself and happened to live in the USA, I’d be heading to California in the late summer/early fall (August, September, or October) to eat a few in their peak season. Everything always tastes better in season if you can eat it right where it’s grown.

Your feelings on cantaloupe might actually be defined by what continent you live on, though. North America has a different type of cantaloupe taking precedence in the market than Europe does – in fact the rinds are different enough that I’m not sure I’d recognize a European Cantaloupe as a cantaloupe right away, having grown up in North America. Behind watermelon, cantaloupe and honeydew make up the top three exported melons in the world. And they’re also in season in California around the same time as honeydew.

But listen, if we’re gonna trash cantaloupe, it’s gotta be on the grounds of their rinds being prime hangout grounds for salmonella. A mouldy cantaloupe in Illinois in 1942 was found to contain the highest yielding strain of mold for penicillin production after a worldwide search.

Honestly, like an embarrassing amount of fruit, I think most people just serve melon either over- or under-ripe. This mass-exportation world we live in takes us further and further away from our food sources and so we end up with things that no one actually knows what to do with or how to handle properly. All those “organization” videos of people loading their fridges with their groceries and washing their strawberries to put them away just makes me wonder if they’ve ever been on a strawberry farm, since most strawberry farmers will tell you the easiest way to ruin their flavour is to wash them too early.

Does it help or hurt my street cred if I follow all that up with a #buylocal? Haha

[ellieswaifu]

hey bella !!!!!! may i please request ellie giving the reader (female) a bouquet of flowers as a form of apology for starting an argument they had yesterday and then make up sex as another form of apology cause we're all horny here i know LMAO

flowers for you | ellie x f!reader

MDNI !!

word count — 3.1k

genre — angst, fluff, SMUT

warnings — nsfw!, ellie bein kinda mean:( but she also soft, fingering, oral (f! receiving), hickeys, overstim, uhhh i think that’s it lol

a/n —the horny part LMAOO got me there ngl ;-; also ty for requesting:)) super excited !! not proofread so it’s not perfect hehe but i hope u enjoi

The morning was gray and the tiniest bit of sunlight seeped into the room, casting light squares onto the hard wooden floors of the room you shared with your girlfriend, Ellie. You pushed the covers away from you face as your eyes slowly fluttered open, staring at the dangling lightbulb on the ceiling. You didn’t even bother peak at the other side of the bed to search for someone who wasn’t there. It was pretty normal for you to wake up alone on most days. Not that you could control it. Your girlfriend just happened to be the one of the best people in town to go on those dangerous patrols.

You kind of wish she would wake you sometimes, even thought it was a little too early in the morning.

Blinking a few times, still trying to adjust to the daylight, you look around the room to soak in it familiarity. It looked like Ellie left in a rush, her clothes dangling off of the hangers in her closet, a dresser that was left open with her pants slipping out and, as usual, socks scattered on the floor.

Going on about your day, you clean around her place, putting her things where they should be and tidying up her desk that she loves to sit at every night. You decide to make her some lunch or dinner, if she gets home late, before she gets back on her patrol. It wasn’t the best food in the world, just some grilled meat and vegetables. Ellie always appreciated the things you did for her; one of the reasons you loved her so much.

But, the patrols she goes on doesn’t fail to make you worried almost everyday. It’s not your favorite thing to do. Ellie knows this and does her best to reassure you every time you feel the even the slightest worried. She does a very good job at it, too. Making you feel less worried is the only thing she could really do. It’s not like she could stop doing patrols. You know how much this town needs her, alongside Joel and Tommy and other people you don’t know too well.

Patrolling isn’t easy. With countless of unknown infected in different areas outside of town, it was a scary, dangerous but important job. Ellie usually comes home exhausted but if the day treats her well, she’d come home content and satisfied.

Today was the usual.

After some hours of working in the town and running errands for people, you come home to your girlfriend laying on the couch with her eyes closed.

“Hey,” Ellie calls out without even turning her head.

“Hi,” you step into the room, pulling your jacket off of your shoulders to hang on the rack. “I made you some food. It’s on the table.”

“I saw.”

Her responses were quick and short; one of the signs that she was tired. You watched her chest rise and fall as she breathes steadily. Cuts and bruises of all kinds of sizes were scattered all over her arms and even some on her face, a common sight that you hated to see.

“I can run you a bath, if you’d like? Let me get changed and I can get you cleaned up in a second,” you tell her.

Ellie doesn’t say a word.

“I got some strawberries from the farm,” you smiled.

You were excited about the strawberries. It was one of your favorites. Receiving them from the farm just about made the most of your day.

“Do you want some, Ellie? I can put some on a plate with some chocolate, if you want.”

But then again, Ellie stayed quiet.

You start talking a little bit more about your day and asking some questions that you don’t get the answers to, thinking that maybe Ellie just wanted to listen for a while without saying anything but soon after several minutes, you regret opening your mouth.

“(Y/N). Please. Shut up,” Ellie’s voice rings in your ears. “I just got home and I need some peace and quiet, not you babbling in my ear every second.”

“I was just—“

“What the fuck did I just say?” Ellie sits up from the couch and glares at you, “It gets fucking irritating, (Y/N). Ellie this, Ellie that. I’m tired. I fight off and run from dozens of infected every morning! I don’t need you to pestering me about every little thing every second I’m home!”

You stared at her for a moment. Her tone and the way she was speaking to you at this very moment made you feel like an axe was slammed onto your heart. It didn’t help that she was staring at you like you were the most annoying person she laid her eyes on and you weren’t going to deal with this right now.

“What do you want me to do, then?” you ask her calmly. “Just sit around and not talk to you all day? Do you want that? I know you’re tired but you don’t get to talk to me like this. Not when all I’m trying to do is just talk to you and take care of you. If you really don’t need me here, then, fine. I’ll leave you alone.”

And not even a minute later, you grabbed your jacket and walked out the door.

It had been a while since you stayed at your place. The small house had been practically empty ever since you decided to stay with Ellie, although, it was nice to have another place to stay when things go south with your girlfriend sometimes.

But you miss her.

The morning rose ever so slowly; the sunlight creeping into your bedroom, seeping through the curtains. You laid in your bed, tucked underneath the covers with your mind filled with last night’s war of words.

There was no need to rush anything as you’ve decided that today, you weren’t going to do anything. You were going to sulk in your bed as if it would be good for you health. You repeated the words Ellie had spoken to you the day before, trying to get a grasp of what she meant by it. Does she still like you? Does she even care that you left? Maybe she’s happy that you left. Conflicting thoughts ran through your mind so much that you don’t seem to notice how much time has passed.

The knock at your door pulled you back into reality. You sit up and look towards the clock on your nightstand. It was already late in the afternoon, making you think that it could be Ellie. You shake your head and think to yourself that maybe it’s Maria. Maybe she has some errands she needs you to run.

Walking barefoot all the way to the front door you hear another knock. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in anticipation and nervousness as your reach for the handle.

The door opens with a quiet creak and there you see your girlfriend standing on your front porch in her shabby attire, a backpack and some of her hair tied at the back of her head.

“Hi.”

You don’t say anything. Instead, you let your eyes wander from her face to her worn out canvas shoes all the way back up to her eyes. She was looking at you expectantly with eyes that weren’t as hostile as yesterday’s.

“Why are you here?”

You watched Ellie raise her eyebrows as if she was shocked that she forgot what she was going to say to you. Her mind short circuited the moment you opened the door. You had on a loose shirt with some of it tucked into your shorts along with your artfully messy bed head that she adored.

Ellie was at a loss for words. Thinking quickly in an attempt to make things less awkward, she remembered what she did earlier today and started digging into her backpack.

“Um, they looked better an hour ago…”

She slowly pulled a slightly flattened bouquet of colorful flowers out of her backpack and looked up at you apologetically. They weren’t wrapped or anything, so you assumed she picked them off of the ground.

“Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, letting her into your boring house. Watching Ellie closely, she stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, eyes glancing around like there were things to look at.

“You can sit,” you tell her. “I can take the flowers.”

Ellie hands you the flowers quietly. It only takes you a minute to head into the kitchen to put them into a mug filled with water as some petals fall slowly onto the surface of the kitchen counter.

You stay in the kitchen a little longer than you expected. Ellie was in your living room doing god knows what and you just stand there, scared to do anything. You didn’t want to annoy her again. That was the last thing you wanted to do.

With your head running in circles, you fail to notice the tears that ran down your cheeks and the footsteps that creeped up behind you.

“(Y/N).”

You don’t turn around. You don’t speak. And you don’t move. Your hands fiddled with the handle of the mug that was now filled with the flowers she had picked for you.

Ellie stood behind you, listening to you sniffle almost every three seconds. In that moment, a flash of guilt and regret made Ellie even more angry at herself for hurting you.

“I’m sorry.”

You feel her place her hands at your hips softly as she presses her forehead onto your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

“Last night, I… I was being a jerk. I was so worked up from the patrol and I took it out on you instead. I’m sorry,” Ellie takes a deep breath. “I need you more than anything, (Y/N). I know it doesn’t seem like it sometimes, but I’m grateful for everything you do for me.”

You sigh at her words and turn around to face her, “I just wanted to take care of you… and talk to you.”

“I know,” Ellie nods. “I’m sorry.”

Sighing once again, you put the palm of your hands on her shoulders and she squeezes your hips slightly in return.

“You don’t get to talk to me like that again.”

“Yes ma’am,” Ellie smiles softly, licking her lips. “I’m an asshole.”

“I know.”

It was quiet in the kitchen. Neither of you spoke a word for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company. Ellie was to busy staring at you to even say anything. The way the sunlight hit your face and your lips swollen and pretty for her made her stomach do somersaults. And your eyes puffy, from crying probably, looking up at her with so much love and affection. Your hands; they moved up from her shoulders to the back of her neck, playing with her hair.

You had her weak and wrapped around your finger and she couldn’t wait a second longer before she kissed you.

Ellie leaned into you, her lips brushing against yours softly and delicately, and only for you to sigh into the kiss. She pressed her body against yours and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow into something hungrier. Ellie wasted no time and slipped her tongue into your mouth as you moaned against her lips. She lets her lips travel down to your jaw and your neck, biting and sucking softly at your skin as you groan against her. Her hands ran up and down your sides before grabbing the back of your thighs.

“Up.”

You jump up and wrapped your legs around her waist, her hands just underneath your thighs and you continue making out with her, her tongue dancing around in your mouth hungrily.

Ellie walks you to your room with ease and lays you on the mattress. Breaking the kiss only for a moment, she grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head. She meets your breasts with a smile as she stares at your hardened nipples.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Ellie,” you whine as you tug softly at her hair.

“I got you, baby.”

Ellie doesn’t waste another second and takes your nipple into her mouth. Her tongue rolls around your nipples as you close your eyes at the sensation. Her hand palms and squeezes at your other breast, pinching and pulling at your nipple with her fingers.

She could hear your ragged breaths as she continues to put all her attention on your boobs. They way you were squirming beneath her made her heart burst. She was the only one who could do this to you, the only one who could see you like this.

Ellie spends several minutes kissing and sucking at your chest, down to your stomach and all the way back up between the valley of your breasts and back to your neck. Her knees went weak when she pulled her head back to look at her work; hickeys scattered on your soft skin.

“Fuck,” was all she could say.

Pulling your shorts down in a swift motion, Ellie leans over you to watch your face closely as she uses her finger to press against the wet fabric of your panties. She observes you; the small whines falling from your mouth, how you tremble slightly every time her finger travels up and down, and the way you look at her like you’d let her do anything to you. Fuck, it made her all fuzzy inside.

“Please, Ellie,” you whine.

“Please, what, baby?”

Your hands tug at her hair softly once again, “I need you inside.”

That just about did it for Ellie. Pulling her finger away, she hooks her thumbs under the sides of your panties and drags them down your legs, throwing your underwear somewhere behind her. Her kisses land softly on your thighs, dangerously close to where you needed her the most. She teases you again by kissing your inner thighs for a couple seconds before going back up to meet your face with a smirk.

“Prep me up, babe?” She asks.

With no further questions, you open your mouth and let her stick her fingers into your mouth, shamelessly licking her fingers.

“Good girl.”

After a while, Ellie pulls her fingers out of your mouth and kisses you as your tongues battle each other for dominance. You feel the tip of her went fingers against your pussy only for a moment before she sticks two fingers inside with ease. Moaning into her mouth, Ellie pulls her head back to watch as your jaw hangs open, watching your reaction as she fingers you.

She can stay like this all day if she wanted, fingers deep inside your hole. Feeling your walls tightly hugging around her digits, you moan against her, drunk on the feeling of her fingers deep inside of you. She inserted another one just to see your face form a startled gasp as your grip on her hair tightens with a loud with moan.

“E-Ellie, I’m gonna…”

Pumping her fingers in and out of you with a squelch, she presses kisses along your neck as you shake for her, “I know, baby. Cum for me.”

You moan loud for her when she presses her thumb onto your clit, making your mind go fuzzy as orgasmic waves courses through your trembling body.

Fuck, Ellie could listen to your little gasps and moans forever if she could. She wanted to hear you again, moaning for her, so she pulled away from your face to meet your soaking wet pussy before delving right in, shoving her tongue inside of you with no warning.

“E-Ellie—W-Wait, I—“ you squealed and ran your hands through her brown hair, pulling them tightly as you tremble, still sensitive from your first orgasm.

She has you perched at the edge of your bed, legs spread embarrassingly wide for her with her face buried right in between your legs as she mercilessly eats you out like it was her very last meal. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure fogs up your brain as Ellie continues to fuck you with her tongue inside of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck! I’m coming— Ellie…”

You gasp, grip tightening at her hair as you breathe all raggedy, shaking against her face. Ellie let’s you ride out your high, her tongue slowing down before she pulls away. She looks up at you, slightly breathless as she licks her lips. This was one of her favorite things to look at; you all fucked out, trembling and panting.

“So pretty for me.”

Ellie presses a finger against your clit just to see you jolt and whine. Your reaction makes her smile. Crawling back up to your face, she meets your eyes and kisses you softly. Her stomach does a somersault when she feels the vibration of your moan fall into her mouth. Letting you come down from your high, she waits a moment for your breaths to steady.

“Did I do okay?” she asks with a smirk.

You cover your face with your hands to hide the flush of your cheeks from her. She knew very well how she did; she just wanted to her it from you. Pulling your hands away, you place them around her neck with a content sigh.

“I think the flowers were a nice touch,” you smile softly.

Ellie returns the smile and rest her forehead on your shoulder, chuckling slightly, “Dina helped me with it. She said I kept picking out ugly ones.”

“Good to know you have no talent in floristry.” You hummed, using your fingers to play. with the hairs behind her neck.

“Hey, I tried my best.”

Ellie pulls her head back to look at you. You looked at her so affectionately that thinking about making you cry made her sick to her stomach. If she could turn back time, she would take everything she said back. She messed up and realized it, and here she is asking for forgiveness.

But, you’ve already forgiven her even before she walked passed the door.

Ellie plants kisses all over your collarbone and your neck, all the way up to your jaw. She missed you. She didn’t realize how painful it was to sleep alone at night with you not beside her to cuddle with. She ate the dinner you made for her and spent all night writing in her journal how stupid she felt.

And now, you were here with her and she couldn’t be any happier.

“I love you, Ellie,” you tell her with a smile.

“I love you. So much.”

a/n: ty for reading !! also can u imagine dina and ellie picking out flowers outside and ellie bein like “how do these look” as she holds up these dry ass, fading flowers and dina looks at her unamused like “those are fucking ugly, ellie” and ellie’s like “ok fuck you” LMAO

request rules!

[vemuabhi]

Disney Romance - Cinderella’s Bird - 200 followers special

@littlesniggy​ said : Hey you! Now it's my turn to request something! Kida sad you don't write for Akainu but I can understand 😂 He's an asshole! If it hasn't been requested yet, would you do Mulan/Cinderella with Kid x female reader? I'm super excited which one you choose/ if you choose it at all! Thank you!

A/N : Omg thankyou so much for sending an ask @littlesniggy​ san!!! I am so excited to answer this for you! I loved writing for the grumpy boy. This was really a beautiful experience writing this for Eustass KIdd. Please don’t have high expectations for this.

Warning : A big fic written by me. But has a happy ending.

Word count : 2.7K

I hope you like it!

XOXOXOXO

“Why the hell should I get married now?”, you complained to your Robin who always was beside you, she was a maid but you always admired her and always treated her like a friend not like a maid.

Robin sighed and patted your head as she took the place beside you on the bed. “I should have the choice when I want to get married. Not some jerk who is randomly selected by my parents”, you scoffed and plopped back on the soft burgundy-coloured bedsheets. Robin gave you a sad smile and said, “That’s true. I too believe that marriage should be for Love”

Being a princess isn’t easy. Every girl dream to be a princess but its not as beautiful like the fairy tales are. You are a live example for that. Not once you could decide for yourself. Even the big puffy yellow gown you were wearing was not of your choice. The corset was killing you inside. You wanted to rip it off and throw it out of your window. With language classes, you always had dance classes, tea sessions, music classes. Everything that was chosen by your parents, was practically forced upon you.

‘What kind of lunatic needs to learn how to drink tea?’, you cursed the tea sessions when ever you were being called to it. All you did was brew tea and drink during the whole time. The music classes were always a hectic. You wanted to learn an instrument but when you were given another. Your wishes were denied because who cares about your dreams? In the beginning even dance classes were troublesome, But you tried to put up with all those demands of your parents. In return they are now trying to get you married as soon as possible.

“I’m done with this Robin”, you spoke and got up. “I’ll do whatever I want”, your voice was stern and Robin was curious on what you were about to do.

“Cancel todays classes, I’ll be going to visit the town to relieve my stress”, you announced briskly walking towards the closet.

“Are you sure your highness? But how can you go alone? You must have someone wit-”

“Robin! Its fine. I can take care of myself”, you didn’t let her finish her sentence. Throwing your corset on the floor and dressing up like a maid didn’t take long enough. You made your way towards the secret passage in the palace and exited the palace. Even though Robin was worried, she had to stay back in the castle to make sure no one notices your leaving.

The town and the market were as lively as ever and you walked around the place. As you kept walking, you saw a couple who looked very much in love. You felt a bit envious of them. At least the commoners had the freedom to do what they like. As you were walking aimlessly in the market, you bumped into a tall buff guy.

“Oh I’m sorry”, after apologising you thought of leaving but it didn’t go well.

“Hey! How can you go away like that?” the man started to fight with you. As you felt the very heavy scent of alcohol hit your nostrils, you knew that this man was heavily drunk.

“What? I apologised so what’s your problem now?” you questioned as your dominant hand slowly reached for the sword hidden in your skirt.

“You bitch how dare you speak back to me?” he raised his hand to land a hit on you but just when you were about to take out the sword, his had was stopped mid-air. You then saw a man who had red hair. As soon as the jerk saw that man, it seemed like his senses came back to him again.

“Asshole! Didn’t I tell you this is my shop and never make a scene in front of it”, the man shouted at the rogue twisting his arm. He winced in pain as he apologised and ran away.

The red haired man went into a shop, what seemed like a shop of vegetables and fruits. ‘Was he a farmer?’, you thought and followed him. Looking inside, there were so many fresh vegetables and also fruits in the shop.

“What do you want?”, a sharp voice questioned making you turn towards the owner of the voice. It was the same red head from before.

“Uh, I… I’m here to buy”, you said and looked around again trying to seem convincing. He huffed and sat on a chair fiddling with something which seemed like a machine. Your interest perked up and you asked him, “What are you making?”, moving closer to take a peek at the machine.

“Why should I tell you?”, he spat but as he looked at your face, he noticed that your eyes were sparkling with curiosity and interest.

“Tsk”, he clicked his tongue and explained about the way he wanted to make a machine bird as you listened to him carefully. He kept telling you how helpful machines would be if used in the correct way.

“But, don’t you think, this material you are using to make this bird is kinda… cheap and looks like its gonna break soon?”, you questioned for which he frowned and replied, “Don’t you think I already know that? I… I just don’t have the money”, mumbling the last part.

“Oh! I got an idea. Listen to me, uhh..”

“Eustass Kidd”

“So, Kidd As this bird is still in the beginning process, I’ll bring you the material tomorrow. Till then don’t touch this. Okay now I need to leave. I’ll be taking this basket here”, you said and took a basket of strawberries and tossed a coin to him.

“HEY WAIT!! YOU DIDN’T EVE- and she’s gone”, still with that grumpy look Kidd took his screw driver to continue working on the bird. But he remembered you telling him to wait till tomorrow. So he sat back in his chair and exhaled.

“Its not because she told me to wait. I… I want to continue this tomorrow”, he huffed and folded his hands. Then he remembered about the coin you threw.

He opened his palm and his eyes widened as he looked at the coin. It was a gold coin. A freaking gold coin for a basket of strawberries.

“No way. What the heck is she thinking?”, he carefully placed it back in the locker and thought to give it back to you tomorrow.

At the castle you came back and continued with your remaining day. You should leave tomorrow. So you need to make plans.

“Robin I need you to do something for me”, you explained how you needed high quality metal and also the timings of classes to be shifted. So, it did happen and you had continuous morning classes without breaks but, you were a free after them and it made you to take material Kidd wanted to make the bird. Changing out from your attire of a princess you went to the same shop as yesterday. There you found the man coming towards you as if he was waiting for you all along.

“I got the material you need”, you said as you placed it beside his table where the bird was supposed to be made.

“Were you waiting for me? Sorry I was late”, you said and he instantly replied, “Wha- Who was waiting for you?”

“Ah ok”, you muttered as you saw him instantly looking and taking the material with a faint pink shade on his cheeks. He looked just like a child exited to play with his toys.

“Where the hell did you even get these? These are clearly expensive?”, his sudden questions made your thoughts to break.

“Ah… I got it from the Kings dumpster”, you made the blankest expression trying to hide your lie.

“Kings Dumpster?! The King threw away this metal when it’s like this?”, he asked as his brows raised when you just nodded.

“Tsk… and here I am, trying to get re-rid of rust from metal. Using them for the 100th time”, he huffed.

You both sat opposite to each other and he worked on the bird as you learned about the work he was doing. Helping him with giving the appropriate tool at times, you had more fun than you ever had in your life. He tried to return the gold coin but you didn’t take it and made a deal to take vegetables or fruits in return, for which he agreed. You both fist bumped as an agreement of the deal.

From that day, you made your way out of the castle to meet Kidd. Surprisingly, he always waited for you to come to work on the bird. Meanwhile he somewhere started to call you little lady and you actually liked it. It became a routine for you to take a basket of veggies or fruits every time you left the shop. Sometimes he’d you’d tag along with him to his small farm. He was totally proud of his farm. His eyes showed it. Where you knew you never felt that feeling that he was feeling. Never once in your life you felt you were proud of something you did. He was living a complete different life than yours. You found your heart skip a beat every time Kidd smiled. You liked him.

Kidd was unique. He was terrible in showing his emotions but he was a good person. Every time you left the castle for him, seemed right. You actually felt happy seeing him and working with him. But of course, this happiness didn’t last long. Your parents wanted you to get married soon and told you to pick a groom for yourself in the ball that is going to be hosted next week. Bloody next week.

Because of the ball, you had to take even more classes for walking like a princess and also more fashionistas coming to find the perfect gown for you. Due to those, you couldn’t meet Kidd for 4 days.

Meanwhile, Kidd waited for you staring at the front door of his shop. Whenever the door opened, he met with disappointment because it wasn’t you. He couldn’t even continue on his bird. He had doubts on his feelings for you but now, it was clear for him that he liked you. Your thoughts haunted him. His heart earned for you. Only for you to return.

After a long hard day of work, you sneaked out of the castle in the evening and went to Kidd’s shop. You opened the door and your eyes met with Kidds. You both stared at eachother for a few seconds before he spoke.

“Come in”, you obliged and walked into the shop towards the desk where you both made bird. It was just like it was 3 days ago. “You didn’t continue to make the bird?”, you inquired as he just turned away and shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

“Kidd, its late and I have to leave soon so listen to me”, his vision shifted to you as he gulped.

“But you just came, why do you have to leave?” he asked as he approached you and placed his hands on your shoulder.

“Aww did you miss me?” you tried to tease him but this time, he neither denied nor looked away from you blushing. He stayed silent for a while before he said, “I did”

You didn’t even expect that from Kidd. His hands travelled down from your shoulders to your hands. “I did miss you. So much that I couldn’t even touch that bird”, He looked serious. He placed one hand on your chin and looked into your eyes.

“I didn’t… I didn’t think your thoughts would haunt me that much when you didn’t come. I… I didn’t know when, why or how. But I know that, I have feelings for you little lady”, his voice trembled as he spoke the last bit.

“Kidd are you serious?” you asked placing a hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and nodded. His eyes looked desperate for your answer. Pulling him towards you, you connected your lips with his. The kiss was gentle and with so much of emotion.

Both pulled away to look into each other’s eyes. “I have feelings for you too Kidd”, you smiled and Kidd’s face lit up making you smile in return. He leaned and touched your forehead with yours and exhaled with relief. “Can I request you something Kidd?”, you asked and he nodded.

“Can you come to the castle this coming Wednesday?”

“To the castle? Why?”

“There is a ball going to be held and I want you to come”, you said and stepped back, away from his touch. “Now it’s my turn to wait for you, I should tell you something. So please come”, the last part sounded more like a pleading and with that you left the shop.

Kidd didn’t knew why you had to leave so early. His heart was beating so fast. Confused whether whatever happened now was real or not. He sat on his chair unable to remove your pleading face from earlier. Kidd looked at the bird which was unfinished and took the screw driver to continue working on it. Its been a while since he alone worked on something. It wasn’t a new feeling for him but still, he preferred to talk and have you around while he made it.

The day of the ball arrived. You wore your outfit and looked out the window at the crowd of people came to the castle. Men and women from so many places arrived there. With the help of Robin you made sure that when Kidd comes, he wouldn’t be stopped by any of the guards. The time was almost running out. The first dance was supposed to be started soon but you couldn’t find Kidd anywhere.

Your parents were urging you to find a partner and start the first dance. ‘So Kidd isn’t coming’, you thought and tilted your head up to prevent the tears falling out from your eyes. You pinched your skin trying to distract the pain away. Stepping on the ball room in your burgundy coloured dress, you walked with a straight face. Then suddenly your eyes fell on a person, who was trying to not be visible in the crowd but, his hair was definitely saying otherwise. You swiftly made your way towards that person.

People cleared way for you and it didn’t take long for you to meet the person with the red hair. He was wearing golden coloured suit and his hair was combed back neatly. He looked different but it was him. His cheeks turned the same colour of his hair. You chuckled and took his hand, pulling him towards the middle of the ball room. You placed your hands on his shoulder and pulled him closer to you. His hand trembled before he placed it on your waist. With that the music played and you both danced, with other people also dancing.

“Why didn’t you come to me?”

“How could I? You are a princess and why didn’t you tell me you were a princess?”

“Would you even talk to me like you did if you knew I were a princess?”

“That’s… true but… now here I am, with the princess Y/N in my arms”, he said pulling you closer. You giggled and pushed back the strand of hair which was on his forehead. You both smiled at each other and continued dancing. After the first dance, he pulled you away from the ball room and you followed. He walked towards the garden where no one was and took out something from under the bench.

“What did you bring?”, you asked. He turned and showed it to you. Your eyes went wide looking at the bird that he brought.

“You made her at last!” you exclaimed as he looked down shyly. “Yeah kind of made it. I wanted to show it to you today”

“I love it so much”, you said as you took it in your hands. It was your memory. The time you spent making it with Kidd. It was precious to you two.

“Keep it. It’s yours now”, he said as he smiled.

“Really?! I will take care of it so well”, you replied and jumped on him making him catch you quickly. You looked at him and leaned in for kissing him again. Now, it was passionate. No one to intrude as you were alone. Smiling you pulled back and leaned your forehead with his.

You now found a grumpy man, who would understand you and would really be the reason for you to smile.

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I miss Beau and Bunny lol

I miss them too! I love these two, and how painfully slow they're going at things! So one thing that is going to really help Beau put the past in the past...is combining his current interest, with the girl he thought he was in love with.

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He’s No Beau Adler

Summary:  Beau and Arleigh are being friends, Carter gets Story and Otto out of the house

Pairings:  Beau X Bunny, Carter X Story

Rating:  mild

Warnings: depictions of a panic attack, depictions of postpartum anxiety, angry!Beau, protective!Carter, language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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"Beau!  Duckies,” Arleigh squats down watching the webbed animals waddle around.  Looking back up at him just to giggle.  He leans over beside her, watching the feathered guys, “His name is Harold, and that’s Gerald, ooh, that pretty girl is Sophia, and this one Josephina.”

“You and naming animals.”

“One day, I want a farm.  Goats, a mini horse, oh those furry cows that stay pretty small.  Ducks, chickens, just a few of each.  I don’t want a big farm.  But small enough,” Beau almost wants to smack himself when he starts thinking about where he could actually build in a fenced in area for all these animals.  Trying to remind himself, that they are in fact just friends.

“Why do ducks have tail feathers?” Arleigh turns to look at him confused.

“Well, I guess it would be to help navigate them in the water,” Beau gives her a belly laugh, shaking his head.  “Alright, smart guy.  Why?”

“To cover their butt quacks.”

Rolling her eyes, she gives his body a little shove and he falls down on the ground still laughing, “You idiot.  I thought you were being serious,” she tries not to laugh, but it was a stupidly cute joke.  “Come on, let’s go walking.  We can go to the famer’s market later.”

The two continue their walking through the park.  Clothed, they don’t touch each other, but you would have to be blind to not notice their chemistry and the joy each other brings.  An easy and effortless conversation that is anything but just friends.

Carter reaches over to grab a strawberry and holds it at Story’s mouth.  She takes a quick bite, and he finishes off the rest.  She looks back down at the happy three-month-old Otto, “Princess, you’re doing good.”

She glances up and sees the random people walking about the park, living their normal life.  But not her, just a constant wave of worry and anxiety, especially when it comes to the little baby in her lap.  “I don’t think I am.”

“You’re here, aren’t you?  Our son is happy to be outside, and with his mom looking so beautiful,” she leans over onto his shoulder bringing Otto up to her chest.  “Marshall is just over there.  He’s here to protect you and Otto.”

“Don’t forget you.  I wanna kiss you.  But what if there’s camera?” constantly worried about cameras and people watching.  Paranoid that people will judge her or worse Carter.  “I’m sorry.  I’m a mess.”

He gives her a kiss to her head, inhaling the smell of Story, “You’re perfect, just like our boy,” he knows not to ask to hold him in public.  The last time he did that, Story had panicked when he was out of her arms.  She sits there trying to calm her racing heart, giving her beautiful boy a feigned smile.  “Princess, breathe.  Your heart is racing.”

“I’m sorry,” trying to take deep calming breaths only makes her feel even more boxed in.  Everything sounding echoed, like she’s in a tunnel, and Carter brings her hand to his heart.  Creating his own deep breaths, and hoping the addition to the air coming out of his mouth will further soothe her.  Finally, calming down enough, she looks up at him with misty eyes.  “I love you, Story,” responding by giving him a lingering but innocent kiss.

She pulls back to gaze up at him, “I love you, too, Carter.  Thanks for being patient with me,” he grabs up a strawberry, “Ooh, Nutella this time,” dipping it into Nutella he lets her take a bite before he kisses away the lingering chocolate spread.  For just a moment, no matter how fleeting it is, there’s no panic, no anxiety, no worry.

“Story book?” Arleigh starts rushing towards her only to have Marshall jump in front of the trio.  “Woah, I’m sorry.”

“Bunny?” she asks, her clinging to Otto, she softens when Arleigh nods with a smile.  A look behind her she spots another familiar face.  “How did you get Beau Adler out here?” Arleigh just shrugs looking at the big guy blocking her from Story.

“Ms. Drysdale, Mr. Baizen are they okay to get closer?” Story nods, relaxing Otto back on her propped up legs.  “Do they need to be searched?”

“Marshall, they’re fine,” Carter assures them, and Arleigh rushes over to Story, despite the warning hand Carter holds up.  Beau slowly makes his way over.  Finding it difficult to look at either Carter or Story, his eyes only on the baby in her lap.

“Oh my gosh, Story, he’s beautiful!  Can I hold him?”

“No!” Carter almost shouts.  Story’s eyes move between all the people surrounding her.  Reminding herself she knows Arleigh, she knows Beau.  They’re not new people.  They’re friends.  “Sorry, uh, he’s new.  We’re trying to keep as little hands on him as possible.”

“Right.  He’s just precious.”

Story looks over at Carter, placing a hand on his leg and whispers out an I can do this to only him.  “Here, just,” Arleigh quickly sits out, and takes the chunky boy into his arm.  Not noticing how Story’s hands clench tight to Carter’s arm.  Her body pulsing having her son out of her arms.  And she reaches up to tap at her bare neck.

“Petal, you okay?” she shakes her head no, looking at Carter.  “Story?  Carter where’s her inhaler?  She can’t breathe.”

“It’s not her asthma.  Arleigh, can you hand her the baby back,” Arleigh finally looks at Story’s panic stricken face, and extends Otto over, “Princess, she’s trying to give you our son.  Story?  I need you to breathe.”

“Carter, she’s freaking out!”

“I know, and your raised voice isn’t helping.”

“What’s wrong with her?  Carter do something!”

“Stop yelling,” he grunts at Beau.  His hands hold Story’s cheeks, “Honey, I need you to breathe.  Look at me.  Focus only on me.”

“Otto.  Where’s my son?”

“Arleigh is trying to hand him to you.  If you turn around, he’s right there,” Beau walks a bit closer, and Carter holds up his hand to him, warning him to quit.  “Story, we’re right here, honey.”

She takes a few quickened breaths, and looks back to see that Arleigh did in fact have her son.  Bringing him up to her chest, she apologizes to everyone, “Carter, I’m ready to go,” with not another word he stands up, holding her tight to him.  

“You guys finish the picnic.  If you don’t want it, Doroda will clean everything up.  I need to get them home,” Beau scowls watching them leave.  Marshall right behind them.  Arleigh looks at Beau confused, and then it hits her.  The testosterone that was just exhibited.

“She’s the girl,” Arleigh doesn’t ask a question.  She knows.  “The comment about a pink car.  She cheat on you with him, is that what the problem is?”

“No.  That’s not at all what happened.”

“Have a picnic with me,” he shakes his head no.  “Sit down, B, and have a picnic with me,” begrudgingly he sits down, and Arleigh reaches to grab some orange slices.  “Explain it to me.  What the hell was that about?”

“She has asthma.  She needed her inhaler.”

“That was a panic attack.  You were making things worse because you were trying to show her boyfriend who knows her better.”

“She was my best friend.”

“And he’s her Prince Charming.”

Beau scoffs, “Sir Lancelot.  So stupid, that stupid little game she played.  I went along with it, and I don’t even know why.  She used me.  He used her first, got her pregnant then ran off and left her.”

“That doesn’t sound right.  He was way too kind to her for him to up and run away.”

“I don’t know what really happened.  She got an abortion, and then crawled in my window one night.  We ended up...I thought we lost our virginity together, turns out she had been sleeping with Carter fucking Baizen for months.”

“You sound jealous,” Arleigh calmly answers, grabbing a sandwich triangle.  She doesn’t like this conversation, but it’s clearly something Beau needs to work out.  It hurts knowing that him and Story have had sex, and he sounds like he really wanted it.  And not just friends with benefits.

“Of him?  Why would I be jealous of someone who is a billionaire and has always got what I wanted?  He got the nice car, he got her attention always.  My first kiss, not real kiss, but kiss was her, and she was peaking around the corner to see if he saw it.  Everything that girl ever did was for his attention and approval.  And then look at him now, back in her arms.”

Arleigh takes a deep breath trying to calm herself.  “What I just saw, that wasn’t him trying to get something else over on you.  That was someone trying to be calm for the woman he loves.  He told me not to hold the baby, but she insisted.  He knew what was going to happen.  He was patient with her, he called the baby his son.  I don’t know if you saw the news, but that’s not his son.  You act like they have everything.  That was heartbreaking.  That’s not Story, B.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m trying.  It sounds to me like you and Story, while friends were never compatible in that way.  I’m sorry she took advantage of a situation.  She shouldn’t have done that, but maybe she was hurting, too.  She smiled so big when she saw you.  You know, she was my first kiss too,” Beau looks up at her strange.  “First real kiss.  Who was yours?”

“Her.”

“We were drinking peach schnapps one summer in the estate pool house.  It was me, her, Kira, Eva, and some Jenny girl.   She wanted to know how to kiss, so did I.  Made sense at the time.  We sucked at it, it just felt so wrong.  I swore off kissing for a long time because of that.  She said she couldn’t wait to...”

“Who did she want to kiss?  Carter?”

“That girl has always wanted to kiss him.  No, some kid in her class that was obsessed with Alice in Wonderland,” Beau nods his head, tired of this conversation, but also feeling better about it.  “I can’t hate her though.”

“Me neither.  Sometimes I wish I could.  Maybe it’d be easier.”

“Maybe, you and her need to talk to help you forgive her?  I feel like there’s a lot going on between the three of you.  Carter’s not a bad guy.”

“Yeah, and I’m not Carter Baizen.”

Arleigh tilts her head, trying to get him to look at her.  She gives him a warm smile before whispering, “And he’s not Beau Adler.”

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Underground ~ JJK [M] [Request]

➳➳➳Word count: 2.9K

➳➳➳Pairing: King!Jungkook x Concubine!Reader

➳➳➳Genre: Floffy, angst (tiny bit) and SMUT

➳➳➳A/n: Hope this is okay for you my love

➳➳➳Concubine meaning:  a woman who lives with a man but has lower status than his wife or wives (also known as a mistress)

People didn't like the fact that you were what you were to the King, you could tell by the looks on their face as you walked around the streets of the Kingdom of Zenith, but it was normal for many King's to have Concubines, while other King's had multiple Concubine's but King Jungkook had just the one and that was you. That was his choice though he didn't want many women he just wanted you and his soon-to-be wife.

"Do you see the way she walks? As if she’s better than us," Someone asked as you walked past their stall, you were used to the whispers by now but it didn't make it any easier, hearing the rumours about you.

"What is she even doing here?" Another voice rang out a little louder than the first, you kept your head down as you walked over towards your old home to visit your mum. Not that she ever spoke to you, she was ashamed of what you had become but it didn't stop you going to visit her every weekend. 

"Hi Umma," You greeted as you walked into the Hanok that you used to live in, she looked up from her breakfast took once glance at you before going back to her meal. This was the normal exchange you would have with her, 

"She'll come around," Your sister whispered but it wasn't true, she wouldn't. 

"I brought fresh strawberries from the farm." You placed the basket down and your sister watched you with a close eye as you reached out for them and began eating one of the strawberries with a small smile on your face, sighing to yourself as you watched your mum eating her breakfast, once you felt your sister's close stare you stared back at her and she smirked to herself. 

"Come with me," You followed her out of the Hanok with a strawberry hanging out of your mouth, out into the garden where she walked you over to the swing on your tree, somewhere you would go a lot to talk to one another a lot as children.

"How long?" You frowned at her and she sighed sitting in front of the swing and staring up at you, there was no denying it she watched as you swallowed the strawberry you had been munching on. You didn't even know, did you? 

"The smile of content, sighing because you're happy and that natural flush." She squealed happily and you had no idea what she was doing, 

"We have to take you to Halmeoni," She was excited about something so you nodded along with it, you hadn't seen her this happy in months and it felt nice to watch her smile. 

"Take me then," 

You beyond thrilled and couldn't wait to get back to the castle to tell Jungkook the good news, it was hard to determine at first but once your Grandmother did all the tricks she knew it became clearer and clearer with every second, you were pregnant and carrying a set of twins.

"You're sure?" You asked as your grandmother held a pin on a string above your stomach, she closed her eyes and began chanting away to herself when the Pin began to move on its own, a clear sign of pregnancy. Then she went out to fetch eggs from one chicken, bringing back two eggs which meant twins. It was an old technique she'd used when your mother was pregnant with you and your sisters and it was foolproof. 

The guards watched as you walked in the direction of the throne room ready to tell Jungkook the news when you heard yelling coming from inside the great hall. Your interest was piqued so you walked closer to the door and listened in to the conversation if you were anybody else this action would but punishable by death.

"I want to proceed with the wedding," You heard Jungkook say to his father across the room, Jungkook had been lined up to marry a Princess from another Kingdom to expand the Kingdom of Zenith and bring more protection for it and you knew this of course, but you'd never thought Jungkook would go through with the wedding. He was always telling you about how much he didn't want to marry someone that wasn't you, that it felt morally wrong to marry anyone else but you. You held your hand over your stomach trying not to think about it too much, stressing was bad for pregnancies you knew that much. 

"How soon shall we have it?" You heard his father question, the next question made your heart sink as Jungkook answered him with full excitement and you could tell he had a smile across his face. 

"Next weekend." You slowly backed away from the door not wanting to hear anymore and took off in a sprint towards your chambers. 

You had special chambers since you were the King's concubine, it meant your own giant bed, being served by maids in the castle and other staff at your beck and call. 

"Miss?!" You slammed the door before your personal made could question why you were crying, it felt harsh to treat her this way but you couldn't risk anyone seeing you cry over the King. It just simply wasn't done. 

"Miss, King Jungkook wanted us to tell you he wishes to see you right away. He knows the weekends are for your family-"

"Tell him I'm still out," You spat out rushing into the bathroom and staring at yourself in the mirror, you looked down at the expensive gown you were wearing, then at the jewellery which was custom made for you and you tore them from around your neck and ears. Throwing them into the golden bathtub before screaming about not being able to take off the dress. The same maid from before rushed into the room with her ladies in training, 

"Leave us." She clapped her hands and the two minions left the room, standing in front of the giant chamber doors to stop anyone else from entering. You were sobbing into your hands while the maid quietly undid your corset, not daring to speak a word to you as she knew it was against the rules, 

"Thank you, Cruella," You sniffled and she handed you a handkerchief turning you around to face her,

"The king isn't worth those tears." She whispered wiping your face and looking at you, she'd always been the nicest one in the castle to you and you always assumed it was because it was her job but no one else made this kind of effort. 

"He's marrying her," She sighed and stripped you from the gown throwing it into the bathtub as you had done with the rest of the items he'd gotten you, 

"You knew it would be coming through." She ushered you into your room and retrieved you another ball gown which you shook your head at. 

"Can you fetch me some rags instead, and a bag." 

Cruella had watched you the entire time you packed up old clothes into a bag, leaving no note or clue as to where you were going but leaving out of the palace in the middle of the night with her. Dressed as one of the other many chambermaids, 

"What do I do when he asks for you tomorrow?" She asked once you reached the ends of the palace gardens, your heart was breaking at the thought of leaving him behind but it broke more when you thought of him marrying another. 

"Tell him I'm sick, it'll keep him away a couple of days until I have enough time to get out of the kingdom." You told her as you looked around nervously,

"You're pregnant are you?" She questioned taking in your appearance under the moonlight, you stayed silent and she made a promise to keep your secret. 

To her avail, she had managed to keep it for as long as she could but a week had passed and Jungkook had had enough of not seeing you. He barged into your room expecting to find you sitting in bed with a book but when he found nothing he was concerned, Cruella spilt her guts once he threatened her job and he instantly began setting up a manhunt to find you and his unborn children. The kingdom was searched multiple times a day and your home was ransacked in order to find you, but you were nowhere to be found. Rumours spread like wildfire about you fleeing to another Kingdom because the baby belonged to another King while other rumours started you were still in the castle but underground not wanting to be found by the king. None of them was true, of course, except for the underground part. You were underground but not under the castle, you were under your mothers old Hanok being looked after by her whenever the searches were completed. The king's guards were idiots and never thought to check an old well with a fake bottom which led to you. 

"Umma, I have to leave soon." The night you left the castle you'd gone home to say goodbye to everyone but your mother insisted on keeping you in the hidden room below the surface until searches were called, she promised it would be easy. 

"No, you're not leaving. You're with child, it's too dangerous to leave now." There was always going to be an excuse for her as to why you couldn't leave and you knew that, after the years of her not talking to you it felt nice that she was willing to put her life on the line to protect you and the babies growing inside of you. There were footsteps above the ground and she frowned, the searches had already been completed that day, 

"Wait here. Stay silent." She walked off down a hallway and to where the ladder led to getting in and out of the well you were underneath, the lid was lifted from the top and there stood three guards and Jungkook looking down at her.

"We're coming down." You sat up straight as you heard his voice through the echo's and you knew what your mother had done, 

"Umma!" You yelled getting her attention, she nodded at you and motioned for Jungkook to follow her into the room where you had been laying down. 

"Umma what are you-" Jungkook was standing in front of you dressed in his robes and smiling, the same way he looked when he picked you out before. 

"OUT!" Your mother screamed at the guards that had tried to come into the room, Jungkook flinched a little as she raised her hand to point at the seat. 

"You! Sit!" He sat down instantly and stared at you as you sat down on an opposite seat from him, 

"She's with child, what do you plan to do?" You stared at your mother as she told him the news which he already knew but you didn't know that, 

"I plan to marry her," Your eyes snapped back to him and they began to have a conversation about marriage as though you weren't in the room your head dancing from one to the other as they continued to have the discussion as though it didn't involve you in any way. 

"Excuse me- Yeah, Hi. What?" Jungkook's eyes were staring into yours as he smiled, how could he smile at you like that when less than a week ago he was planning on marrying someone else. 

"I'll marry you." You blinked at him as though he was crazy, which he was. No one married a commoner, or their concubine it just wasn't done.

"You can't-"

"I'm King, I can marry whoever I please." You looked at the floor as he raised his voice a little, 

"That was the plan before you left, running out before you knew the information." He tutted at you, your head lifted from the floor as you made eye contact with him, he had a cocky smirk across his face as he watched you try and piece together what he was saying. 

"Marry me? But you're supposed to-"

"I'm not supposed to do anything, I'm the King." You nodded at him and he got down onto one knee in front of you, 

"This isn't the way I had this planned but will you Y/n Y/l/n marry me?" Your eyes teared up as you watched him pull out a ring from one of his robe pockets and you nodded falling down onto the floor and hugging him. Your mother crying in the process and smiling at you, as much as she'd disliked you for what you had become in the Kingdom she knew real love when she saw it, and she wasn't going to let her daughter and grandchild grow up without a father figure. 

                                                  One Year Later

The kids were sound asleep for the first time in many months, they normally cried for hours on end only sleeping an hour but tonight was easy. Their first birthday had come around and they were sleeping as though they had grown out of the habit of not sleeping,

"Jungkook, shh." You said as he stepped closer to you you were sitting on the small balcony of your room looking out over the kingdom and the babies were asleep in solid gold cribs across the room in your chambers.

"Shh yourself, I've missed you." He growled rushing over to you and pulled you into a loving kiss since the babies had been born you hadn't been together intimately and it was starting to get to you both,

"You're so gorgeous." He mumbled putting his head into the crook of your neck and sucking along the skin, you held back the moan as you looked over your shoulder guards were in the courtyard below. 

"J-Jungkook guards." You warned only making him suck along the skin harder, 

"Let them watch, I want them to know how good I make you feel. Fuck it's been so long." He groaned kissing you once again, your hands reached into his black locks and you kissed him. 

"Be quiet now baby." He dropped down onto his knees and lifted the base of your dress up and over his head, you felt him pulling your panties to the side and your breath hitched as you felt his breath against your throbbing core. It had been so long since he last touched you you'd almost forgotten what it was like. His tongue ran along the length of your sex and you let out a strangled moan into your own hand, 

"What if we wake- ah shit." You moaned out throwing your head back in ecstasy as he continued to suck harder on your clit, flicking faster and inserting two fingers inside of you. 

"So tight," He hummed against you only making you clench around him as you already felt yourself beginning to get close.

"R-Right there- but what about-" He cut you off by pumping his fingers faster and curling them in just the right motion that made your legs shake, he could tell you were getting closer but he didn't want you to cum around his fingers. 

"This way." He pulled you towards the bed and laid you down, neither of you had time to strip out of your clothes in case the babies woke up so he lifted the dress up to your midsection and took his member out from his pants.

"You ready baby?" You nodded eagerly and you gasped as you felt him enter you, the stretch after not having him for so long was painful but you could deal with it. 

"Fuck." You moaned into your hand trying to be as quiet as possible, Jungkook groaned out as he tried to thrust in and out at a slow pace but the tightness was only making him want to ram into you, have you screaming out his name as the old times. 

"We'll have time for that another day-" You mumbled knowing exactly what he was thinking just by the look on his face, he focussed on trying to get you close with slow thrusts trying to push down the feeling of his own release approaching him rather quickly.

"Jungkook." He bent down to bring you into a lustful kiss, trying to keep you silent and his thrusts began to pick up pace as he felt you clenching around him, hitting your g-spot every time he had you moaning out into his mouth,

"G-Gonna cum." You whined out in a whisper trying to be as quiet as possible but you could feel the band tightening in your stomach and the sound of him moaning in your ear was only bringing you closer.

"Cum for me then," He growled in your ear picking up the pace and smirking down at you, 

"S-Shit," He grumbled as he felt you cumming around his cock, biting down on your lip so hard that blood was trickling around it, you continued to buck your hips as he thrust into you never wanting the orgasm to end.

"O-oh fuck," He moaned out as he split into you, pulling out and falling down onto the bed beside you and panting, you turned to look at him with a smirk and he shook his head at you. 

"I promise that next time-" You nodded already knowing what he was going to say, you just rolled over to lay your head on his chest and try and get a couple of hours sleep before the twins would wake up.

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When I Fell Overboard [Chapter Three: Strawberries & Pomegranates]

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Synopsis: Sebastian struggles with his relationship with Maru as she strives to get close to him. Meanwhile, he and Elliott get closer and closer.

Trigger warnings: Panic attacks, fighting, snapping, potentially unsympathetic Robin, crying, food mention, let me know if I missed anything please

Things at home weren’t the same after Sebastian and Maru talked. 

He had a feeling she talked to Mom and Demetrius, because everyone was awkward around him, walking on eggshells. 

“Are you going somewhere today, Sebby?” Mom asked stiffly one day as he crossed the foyer. Demetrius and Maru tinkered in the lab next door. 

“Pierre’s,” he mumbled, hand on the doorknob but not turning. His hood was flicked up, his back to her. 

“Well, that sounds fun. What are you getting?” 

“Oh, Sebastian!” Demetrius put down the beaker and fumbled for his coin pouch. “Here, let me—”

“What are you doing?” Sebastian stared at him with wide eyes. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I give my step son a little spending money?” 

Sebastian stared. Could he? He guessed, sure. He never had before. Just Maru. 

“Don’t be so stiff, honey,” Mom said, stiff. “Is everything okay?” 

Maru gave him a knowing look. She rolled her eyes, mouth quirked. Sebastian stifled a laugh. 

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just… it’s fine.” 

Demetrius came over and handed him a handful of gold. Sebastian slipped it in his pocket. 

“Do you want me to… pick something up for you?” He asked uncertainly. 

“Uh— Sure! Honey, do we need anything?” Demetrius turned back to Mom. 

She smiled, and it didn’t reach her eyes. “Um…” 

“Can you get me some strawberries?” Maru asked, frustration leaking into her voice. She nodded at the door. 

Sebastian fumbled to turn the handle and push the door open. “Yeah, I can— sure. Yeah.”

He ducked his head and rushed out as Mom called a, “Love you, honey! See you soon!” and slammed the door behind him. 

What the fuck was that about? 

He guessed Maru told them that she was going to try, so they should too, but they would stop the moment Maru did. Maybe Sebastian wouldn’t pick out the perfectly ripe strawberries and Maru would be upset so Demetrius would get on his ass about it. There goes the dollhouse. He shuddered. If that was them trying, it was creepy. They didn’t have to treat him like Maru for him to be happy, they just had to… 

To what? Of course he wanted to be treated like Maru. But if that was how Maru was treated, it was fucking weird. So what did he want? 

He trekked the long hike down the mountain to the heart of Pelican Town, the cobble roads and Evelyn Mullners’ gardens and the Stardrop Saloon. It was late—Shane was already headed inside the saloon, probably racing Pam there, since the two could only care to move that fast for alcohol. Pierre was only open another half hour. His lips turned down as Sebastian entered. 

“Good to see you!” He called. “Thanks for shopping at Pierre’s! Can I help you find anything? We have a brand new selection of fresh produce, compliments to Farmer—” 

“I don’t need your help,” Sebastian snapped. 

Pierre always pissed him off. His greed was his entire life. Abigail showed up at the saloon on more than a couple Fridays pissed and ready to pound back drinks because of something he did, something he didn’t do, something that wasn’t as important as his shop. 

Sebastian stopped at the aisle and sighed. Embarrassment twinged in his stomach. “Pierre?” He asked, gripping the hem of his hoodie. 

Pierre forced a smile. “How can I help you?” 

“Strawberries?” 

“Yes, we have some left over from spring. Right over here.” 

Sebastian drifted over to the tubs of produce. “Thanks,” he sighed. 

He picked up a basket and carefully picked out a carton of strawberries. Anxiety Farm—Sebastian always liked that name—was written on the label, a little purple stormcloud as its logo. He dropped it in his basket. 

“Strawberries?” 

Sebastian jumped. He turned to Elliott, forcing away the smile fighting to curl on his lips. “What?” 

“I didn’t take you for the strawberry type,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I’m partial to pomegranates, myself.” 

“Pomegranates are better,” Sebastian mumbled. “They’re sour.” 

“They are! A pain to deseed, though.” 

Elliott stepped next to him and grabbed a basket. He picked out a few pomegranates and slipped them inside. 

“So how are you doing?” He asked quietly. 

Sebastian shifted nervously. “Okay, I guess.” 

“You guess?” Elliott glanced at him. “Any more…?”

He shook his head. “Not really. I mean, the anxiety never really goes away you know, but—” 

“Oh, I know.” Elliott hesitated. “I have a little sister with anxiety. It’s about as bad as yours, it seems.” 

Sebastian eyed the strawberries as if he were considering buying more. He wasn’t. “What’s her name?”

“Elliwyn.” 

Sebastian stared at him. “You’re joking.” 

His mouth quirked up. “I’m not.” 

“Any brothers?” He drifted across the way to the aisles. There were a few canned meals that weren’t too bad. Plus, they were quick to make after working on a project for twelve hours and suddenly realizing that he was ravenous. 

“Two. Jasper and Alistair. I’m the eldest.” 

“God, your parents are pretentious, aren’t they?” 

Sebastian nearly sighed. Dumbass. Don’t insult his family. 

Elliott laughed. “A little bit.” Then he smoothed down his coat with his free hand, looking away. “I suppose I am a little, too.” 

He leaned against the aisle and watched him. “I used to think so,” he admitted. “Not really anymore.” 

Elliott lit up. “Oh, really?” 

“Yeah. I don’t know. You’re cool, I guess.” 

Elliott’s face flushed. “Now that I have your approval, I can go on.”

Sebastian shoved him playfully. “Shut up.” 

“You seem off today. What’s wrong?” 

“God, how do you do that? It’s a little creepy.” He drifted down to the sodas, avoiding the Joja Cola. Sometimes he bought it for Sam but the stuff made Sebastian sick. He didn’t know how Sam drank that shit. 

“Call me an empath. Did something happen?” 

Sebastian hesitated, then ran through the thing with as little details as possible. 

“I don’t understand.” Elliott picked out a few spices—Ha. Sage. “That’s not a good thing?” 

“No, I mean, I don’t know… It was just weird.” He grabbed a pack of sour candy, and Elliott picked out a few boxes of teabags. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

“Do you want help?” They wandered towards the checkout counter. “We can go back to my cabin, talk it out.” 

Sebastian set his basket on the counter, and Pierre rang him up. “Why?” He asked suspiciously. “Why are you… doing all this?” 

“Well, for one, when I see someone needs help, I can’t help but offer. I wouldn’t feel right to not.” 

“That can’t be healthy.” 

“And for two,” Elliott smiled, pushing his hair over his shoulder, “it certainly wouldn’t be a chore to spend more time with you.” 

Sebastian flushed deep red, his blood rushing through his ears. He barely heard Pierre give him the total and fumbled for his coin pouch. Some of the gold clattered on the counter.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, taking his bags and ducking out of the way. 

“So?” Elliott asked with a grin as Pierre rang him up. 

“Sure,” Sebastian mumbled. Anything to not have to go home. 

Elliott placed a hand on Sebastian’s back and led him out of the store, carrying their bags. People stared as they walked, Sebastian was sure of it, but his gaze was fixed firmly on the ground. Elliott stopped a moment to talk to Evelyn Mullner, and Sebastian stood there awkwardly. Evelyn liked everyone, so she wasn’t one of the people who cringed whenever Sebastian came near, but she didn’t have much to say to him besides a pleasant hello. 

“Are you not close with anyone?” Elliott asked with a laugh after they left. “Evelyn is so easy to talk to.” 

“No one is ‘easy’ to talk to,” he grumbled. 

“Ah.” He pulled open his cabin door and gestured Sebastian inside. 

It was warm inside. Sebastian looked around and found the small electric heater plugged in the corner, oscillating heat around the small space. He sat on the piano bench and Elliott sat at his writing desk. It was cramped enough that their knees touched. Maybe Sebastian was sitting just a bit too far forward. He certainly didn’t move back. 

“Is there not anyone you can talk to?” 

Sebastian hesitated, looking down. “Not really,” he mumbled. 

“Sam and Abigail?”

“No. I mean, yeah. Just…” He sighed harshly, rubbing his eyes. 

“Hey,” Elliott rested a hand on Sebastian’s knee, and Sebastian’s gaze snapped to his, eyes wide. “This isn’t a therapy session and we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. It’s supposed to help. No use getting worked up over it.” 

Sebastian nodded. It was all he could do with Elliott’s hand still there. Elliott smiled. 

“Uh…” He hesitated, then rested his hand over Elliott’s. His hand was so soft, much softer than Sebastian’s own eczema-ridden skin. Especially in the summer, it was death. “We can talk, just not… I don’t know. It’s not… there’s no one I… It’s different. It’s different being close with them and being…”

“Intimate?” Elliott asked, and Sebastian shook his head. 

“I don’t know, you know how you’re supposed to have those people where you don’t have any anxiety around them, you can completely be yourself and say anything?” 

He nodded. “I do.” 

“Do you have one of those?” 

Elliott bit his lip. “I can’t say I do.” 

“Me, neither. It sucks.” 

Elliott watched him for a moment. Sebastian could feel his eyes burning into the top of his head. Sebastian kept his gaze on their hands, wanting to simultaneously move and never move again. Did he want Elliott to flip his hand, so they could lace their fingers? Did Sebastian want to yank his hand back and shove them in his pockets? Was he fine with how it was? His skin was crawling, but not in a disgusted way—in a way where he craved something. Something. What did he need? 

“It does suck,” Elliott said softly. “But I’m happy to try and be that person for you, Sebastian.” 

“Why?” 

“Why not?” He chuckled. “You’ve been perfectly lovely to me. I honestly can’t understand the things some of these people say about you.” 

“Like Caroline?” Sebastian scowled. Abigail’s mom never liked him. 

“Like Caroline. Dyed hair and piercings does not a bad influence make. Oh! I have a great idea.” 

He ripped his hand back and dug around in his groceries for a moment. Sebastian pulled his hand to his chest as Elliott found a pomegranate and disappeared into the kitchen. He came back with a small bowl, and the fruit cut in half. He gestured for Sebastian to scoot back, so he did, and they sat on opposite ends of the piano bench with the bowl in between them. 

“You don’t need to-” 

“I insist! I have plenty.” 

He took one half and pressed it into Sebastian’s palm. Sebastian blushed and looked away. 

“Okay. Thanks.” 

They worked in silence for a little while, popping the seeds out and gradually filling the bowl. It was tiring work. Sebastian’s back ached, his fingers stiff. They occasionally cheated and stole a few seeds out to chew on while they worked. 

“Did you ever have a person like that?” Sebastian asked quietly. 

Elliott hummed, eyes on his half of the fruit. “Once, I thought I did. I was wrong, though.” 

“What happened?” 

“He wasn’t a good person.” 

“How’d you meet?”

“A concert, if you’d believe it.” 

Sebastian looked up, grinning. “I do not. What band?” 

Elliot leaned forward and whispered, “Broken Belladonna.” 

“No!” 

“Yes.” 

Sebastian laughed and shook his head. 

“It was one of their last, when I was in high school.” 

“Were you dating?” 

“We did for a little while. Two years.” 

“Yoba.” Sebastian had never had a relationship last longer than a few weeks. He was too awkward, too slow. “Did he… do something to you?” 

Elliott smiled and popped a few seeds into the bowl. “He wasn’t a very good person.” 

Sebastian swallowed. He wanted to press, to know that it wasn’t as bad as what was going through his mind, but Elliott clearly didn’t want to talk about it and Yoba, what if it were that bad? What was Sebastian supposed to say to that? 

“It was a long time ago, Sebastian,” Elliott promised. “You don’t need to worry.” 

“You know that’s not how it works, right?” He rolled his eyes. “Shit doesn’t just go away. It’s alright if it’s still affecting you.” 

“Well, look at that!” Elliott looked up with a grin. “You can make healthy habits.” 

“Dear Yoba,” he mumbled. “You sound like my mom. Or Demetrius. Or Maru.” 

He hesitated. “Well,” he said softly, “those are the last people I want to sound like. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled. 

Elliott tipped his chin up. “What did I say last time?” 

He shrugged a little, swallowing. “I don’t remember.” 

“I think you do. But I said that if it bothers you, it is a big deal. And to be kinder to yourself.” 

Keep touching me. 

Sebastian blinked. Where did that come from? 

“Right.” They finished the pomegranates and set the empty shells to the side, digging into the rewards of their work. “I’ll try.” 

After a while of eating in silence—normally that would be torturous, but Sebastian found himself not minding the quiet company—Sebastian turned to face the piano. He wiped his hands on his pants and settled his fingers on the keys. It was dusty and a little decrepit, but worked fine enough. Not great, but fine. 

“You know how to play?” He asked. 

Elliott shook his head. “No. It came with the cabin.” 

“Do you want to?” 

Elliott smiled. “I’m sorry?” 

“I took a few lessons. I could teach you the basics, at least.” 

“Well, that doesn’t sound like you. A grand piano?” 

Sebastian stared at the keys. “Mom didn’t like the keyboard,” he mumbled. “I figured… it doesn’t matter. I know. And I want to thank you.” 

“You could just say the words.” 

“I could,” he agreed. “But you’ve done a lot of emotional labour for me. Let me do something more. It’ll at least help me feel less guilty.” 

Elliott perked up. “Well, if it’ll help you!”

“Dude, that wasn’t the point.” 

He set the bowl aside. “Show me.” 

“Alright,” Sebastian laughed. “Here, put your hands here. You should know the names of the keys…”

They spent the next few hours at the piano. They gradually grew closer until their hips were pressed together, and Sebastian found himself laughing quite a lot. A lot more than he had in a while. Elliott had a way of catching Sebastian off guard. 

Sebastian yawned, long after the sun had set, and his head drooped. His head was only inches from Elliott’s shoulder, so, pulled there by gravity, Sebastian nuzzled into it. Elliott laughed and rested a hand on the back of Sebastian’s head. 

“Someone needs to go to bed,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to the top of Sebastian’s head. His hair fell down like a curtain, leaving them alone. “Do you want to spend the night?” 

Yes. Yes! 

“I can’t,” he said in frustration. “Those fucking strawberries. They’re for Maru.” 

Elliott blinked. “Will she even be awake?” 

“Well, what time is it?” 

“Almost midnight.” 

“Shit!” Sebastian pulled back and grabbed his bags. “Fuck, sorry, I gotta go. Mom hates me staying out this late.” 

“Sebastian, you’re an adult—”

“Stop saying that,” he groaned. “I know I can. It’s just not worth the lecture right now, okay?” Then, before he could get anxious about it, he lurched forward and gave Elliott a hug. 

Elliott grunted, but his arms came to wrap around Sebastian and Yoba, it was just as good as he thought. A little awkward, Sebastian’s feet were too far away and he was scared to move them closer in fear Elliott would pull away, but his head fit perfectly in the crook of Elliott’s neck and wow, he really smelled strongly of everything fresh and good. 

“Okay.” He pulled away after a few minutes. He was lightheaded, a little dizzy. “Uhh, I gotta go. Thanks for… everything. Um, when can I swing by again? You know, to teach you more.” 

Elliott smiled. “Right. Any time is fine with me. Maybe tomorrow?” 

He smiled back. “Yeah. Sure. Tomorrow.” 

He left. He smoked a cigarette on the way back to calm his nerves. He was shaking from that hug. How did that even happen? Elliott didn’t shove him off, didn’t pull away, didn’t… he just hugged him. He even seemed to enjoy it. 

Sebastian rubbed his thumb against his index finger, against a crack in his skin. It burned. There was more on his face, his neck. He could hide it with soft hoodies, soft fake jeans, but he couldn’t very well go around in the skeleton mask the farmer wore sometimes. Did Elliott stare at it when they were hugging? Did he avoid the patches on his neck? Why? 

He shook his head. He would just have to wait, see if Elliott hugged him first. He couldn’t be that put off, he touched Sebastian first all the time. Surely a hug wouldn’t be out of the question. 

Right? 

He stomped his cigarette out outside the front door and crept inside. The lights were all out, except Maru’s. He tiptoed over to her door and knocked quietly. 

It opened a moment later. “Yoba, that took you forever. Had to go to Zuzu City to find any?” 

“Haha. Here.” He pulled them out of his bag and handed it to her. “I’m going to go eat.” 

“Wait. Where were you?” 

Sebastian stopped, but didn’t answer. 

“Mom said she heard from Caroline that you were with Elliott. What were you doing with him?” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” He snapped. 

“Oh— Nothing bad! Sorry.” She sounded sheepish. “I just mean… well, you don’t seem like you’d mesh very well.” 

“He’s nice.” 

“Yeah, and you’re not. So… is it true? Were you with Elliott?” 

“Didn’t we agree to leave each other alone for now on?” Sebastian stalked down the hall. “So leave me alone.” 

He disappeared into the kitchen. All of his senses alive and aching, he stumbled through making himself a bowl of soup, ears straining. 

Maru’s door closed.

new chapter posted bc someone commented on ao3, continuing that system. once i get feedback, the next chapter gets posted <3 

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Shoujo manga recommendations - living together/neighbors

1.      Konyakusei 

Sachi Hanaoka has just lost her parents to a traffic accident and her fear of living alone becomes reality. To add on to her troubles, Kouichi Saonji, the young landlord of her apartment, approaches her and requests that she prepare to vacate since she is now be unable to pay rent. Alternatively, Kouichi proposes a solution: he and Sachi will get married and she will act as his caretaker. Not only will her expenses be covered, but it would also serve as a method to quell his family's nagging for him to find a wife. Despite the lack of genuine feelings between them, Sachi finds herself drawn to Kouichi and accepts his offer. But will the newly wed couple be able to fall in love, or will they remain strangers forever?

2.      Sugar Family 

Since Yuuka's mother died at an early age, Yuuka turned out to be the one taking care of her child-like father. Right before high school started, Yuuka's dad announced his remarriage with Satou Masami. Masami-san turned out to be a reliable, responsible person, so Yuuka finally thought she's off the hook. That is, until she finds out about her new older brother...

3.      Kyou mo Uchi de Machi Awase

After a fire, a middle-aged man meets a homeless single mother and her son at the convenience store. He is instantly reminded of someone he used to know over a decade ago. Could it be...?

4.      Kyoudai Gokko 

Growing up, Rio Takara has always wanted siblings. So when her parents decide to move overseas without her and tells her she will be living with two people around her age, she's cautiously optimistic. But they turn out to be brothers who fight like cats and dogs. Is this what having siblings is like?

5.      Kamiki Kyoudai Okotowari

Iroha was raised by her single mother, but when her mother remarries, they move in with her step-father and his 3 sons. To Iroha, this will be the first time she's living with men. What will happen to Iroha's new life!?

6.      Monokuro Shounen Shoujo 

Kureha Mimachi, a 15-year-old girl, has just transferred into Shiritsu Kenhono High School. However, there is something weird about this school, it is actually a school where the Princes and Princesses of the beast-kind go to...?! Even though Kureha is human, she is there as a way to help the students their lives peacefully with humans and has the role as the "rabbit". Will she be able survive without being eaten by the students...?!

7.      Mademoiselle Butterfly 

Our heroine is a girl who lives as a geisha in Japan. She has a male childhood friend who's always been kind to her and is her favorite. He's a painter, only he paints on human body parts, and she loves it when he paints beautiful butterflies on her arms. She goes to visit him one day and finds a naked woman lying in his room. Immediately after, she gets a customer who's rich and very interested in her. The thought of being away from her friend pains her, but is everything really too late?

8.      Mayonaka Lolita 

After she took some medicines, Michiryuu became suddenly a little girl. People used to say that she was really perfect. That's why she wants to came back to normal quickly. But the only condition if she wants that happen is to find "a personn she'll love". But that's completely impossible for her! So what will happen to Michiryuu...?

9.      Mayonaka ni Kiss 

Natori Nono is a very tough school-girl, she lives with her widowed mother Ayame and her younger brother Takumi in a very small apartment, where she does all the chores. Her boyfriend wants money from her, because he's really poor, too. But one day, Nono discovers that her mother remarried! She married Ichijou Hayato, the owner of the 'Ichijou Group'. Now, Nono lives there (in unaccustomed riches) with her mother, her brother, her stepfather AND her new stepbrother: Ichijou Kasuomi (his father calls him Omi-kun)!!! At first, Nono thinks Kasuomi is not nice. But what will happen next?

10.  Harem Lodge 

Midori lost her mother when she was young and now her father's gone too. But her dad left her with a surprise: a fiancé named Tetsuya. So now, Midori has to live in a good-looking men only apartment (Harem Lodge), which is actually filled with weirdos. What is going to happen to her? Well we just have to wait and see...

11.  Hyakujuu no ou ni Tsugu!

This is the liberated area where you listen to girls will, a girls high school! in this class, there's a king. Me, Yuka! My friends are counting on me and boys are afraid of me! But that kind of paradise will suddenly break up by a thirty-year old man!! dates will take place in golf areas and kisses will have the taste of smoke...

12.  Last Notes 

Haru and Aki are the masters of the branch store - an old-looking and very unusual shop. It sells only one thing: a special kind of incense that, when burned, allows the user to see and speak with the spirit of the dead person that appears in the smoke. Every customer has a different reason for calling up the dead, and how they use this unusual opportunity is up to them...

13.  Hapira Hajimaru 

Asai Sachi's luck has always been considered dreadful. After becoming the class president, she meets Kurono Hyougo, a guy with a frightful face who bears various gruesome rumours behind his back. Hyougo had been living alone in an apartment; but when Sachi mistakenly reveals that Hyougo is a minor, he had to be kicked out. Fortunately, Sachi's father is a realtor, and suggested to have Hyougo live in their unused detached house. Would Sachi's bad luck turn upside down upon meeting Hyougo?

14.  Hana o Meshimase

After Shion's mother passed away, she was left with her father who loves to gamble and evade his responsibilities as a father. Due to that continuous pattern, Shion moves in to live as a live-in employee with 25-years-old florist Shun Mamyuuda. As she begins to learn the value of flowers and life, will she also find her place in love?

15.  Good Morning Call 

Nao Yoshikawa stays behind to live by herself when her parents leave to inherit her grandpa's farm in the country. On the day she moves into her new apartment she soon discovers that it was rented also to Hisashi Uehara—a cute, super-cool and popular guy from her school. Not only did their housing agency unexpectedly close down, the landlord of the apartment tells them that they had to pay more for their apartment then they had expected. With both no money and no home to return to, Nao and Hisashi decide to live together as flatmates.

16.  Nanako Robin 

Yoshino Nako has a saying. "If I'm happy, I can do anything!" In her sister's place, Nako-chan steals the groom of an arranged (political) marriage and helps them elope. But when the Hayami group starts failing, she must pay the consequence by housing the delinquent brother...

17.  Momo Raba 

Chieri (Cherry) was living an ordinary life, until her sister Ichigo (Strawberry) suddenly left her child Momo (Peach) on Chieri's doorstep. Momo is an infant; how is Chieri supposed to take care of a baby while still in high school!? To make matters even more frustrating, two guys are fighting for Chieri's love...!

18.  Men’s Life 

Mio's life is changed in a big way due to an encounter with Rin, an upperclassman who is one-year-older, and...!?

19.  Tonari wa Nani o Kuu Hito zo 

Inaba Suzuna is trying her best to make a campus debut and to have many friends in Tokyo. Until she realized that she miserably fails at living alone. Fortunately, her neighbor, Seto, comes and saves her from dying of starvation. Bright campus life is still far away for Suzuna, but at least, she has a very dependable neighbor!

20.  Yumemiru Taiyou

While loitering in the park, Shimana Kameko, who intended to run away from home and skip school, meets a suspicious man in a kimono. This man, who had been locked out of his house, offers Shimana a place to stay. However, he requests she fulfill three conditions in exchange for her tenancy!?

21.  Taiyou no Ie 

After her mother abandoned her and her father remarried, high schooler Mao Motomiya is left feeling like she doesn't have a place where she belongs. One night, her childhood friend Hiro Nakamura finds her in a shrine eating cheap convenience store food and offers to take her to a restaurant. Their subsequent heart to heart leads to Hiro suggesting that Mao move in with him. To Hiro who has lived apart from his younger siblings all these years after their parents passed away, bringing his family back together in the once-lively Nakamura home begins with the first step of giving Mao a loving place to belong. When Mao reluctantly accepts his invitation, she is surprised at how easy it is to settle in with her longtime friend. Now she must deal not only with mending her relationship with her father and helping the oldest Nakamura brother attain his goal, but also her growing feelings for Hiro.

22.  Tsubaki-chou Lonely Planet 

Oono Fumi is a poor second year high school student. Because of her father's debts, she's kicked out of her own home and has to rely on her own connections to survive. Thus begins her life as a live-in housekeeper for a reclusive writer...

23.  Faster than a kiss

Losing their parents, Fumino and her brother hop from one relative to another. Getting tired of all those movings, she finally decides to quit school and work to support her brother on her own. As they sat on a park bench, her teacher appears in front of her and agrees to her demanding of marrying and supporting both her and her brother!! Is he serious or just playing around...!?

24.  Kiss/Hug 

Ryuu, a super-business-like transfer student from England with black hair and blue eyes just arrived! During the night of the Tanabata festival, Ryuu and Yukino became attracted to each other at first sight. He then declares, "You will be mine!" This brought confusion to Yukino, who has zero experience in love. But could she actually be falling in love?

25.  Kanna to Decchi 

Our heroine Kanna is the daughter of the famous builder in town. One day a boy with a hammer appears to train under Kanna's father?! The heart pounding love story of a handsome apprentice carpenter.

26.  Sabaku no Harem 

Mishe a strong willed girl raised from poverty has caught Prince Kallum's attention. Attention as in, "you will become one of my concubines," thus begins Mishe's adventures into Prince Kallum's world.

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A/B/O

Preemptive by HigherMagic [words: 5,023]

"Does it bring you pleasure, to keep this anonymous?" he asks. "Does it thrill you, that you don't know me, and I don't know you?"

By Fire, By Thunder by HotMolasses [words: 13,442]

Hannibal and Will are both sent to the same camp for the summer, where they meet and romance blossoms. Then it turns serious. Then they share something much deeper and darker than normal teenagers, and it leads them into the storm that is each other.

Ethereal by Anonymous [words: 3,360]

Perhaps he should have killed him, but when a little, Omega boy stumbles upon Hannibal in the woods, the Alpha can't help but be intrigued.

Visitation by HotMolasses [words: 6,674]

The door creaked open to Alana's office at the BSHCI, and when no one entered and no one spoke, she finally looked up. Before her was a shivering, sweat-drenched Will Graham, his body wrapped in one of the hospital blankets, his face red with fever. “Will?” she asked, concerned, rising to walk towards him. “How did you…” She halted the moment his scent reached her. “You’re in heat.” Will’s eyes were unfocused and he stared at the floor, unable to raise them in the submissive state he was in. “Hannibal.” he said, his voice pleading, needy. Cold chills ran down Alana’s spine in waves. Oh no. No.

Stand By My Side by Anonymous [words: 9,215]

Hannibal's looking for an Omega at the auction house. Trust him to like the one covered in blood who's just killed three guards in a desperate attempt to escape. Oh Hannibal, what have you gotten yourself in for this time?

Unstoppable by HotMolasses [words: 2,462]

Will walks into Hannibal's office for his usual appointment. Hannibal scents that he's about to go into heat. They both lose their self-control.

Omega Mine by melmac [words: 11,995]

Will Graham is an unhappy omega married to the wrong Alpha. When the right one enters his life, they'd both do everything to right a very wrong situation.

Red City by TimmyJaybird [words: 28,760]

They met by happenstance- he smelled like a muted sweetness that drove a fire into Hannibal's blood. Or perhaps it was the way the boy didn't flinch, despite the body Hannibal had his hands on. Perhaps even it was something in those stormy eyes, that told a story of forced silence. Whatever it was, Hannibal was intrigued by this boy, but he could not foresee just how quickly Will would get under his skin, sink into his pores and cling like a tattoo. He couldn't know the trauma that clung to him like an ashen shadow.

Staking a Claim by blackcrystaly [words: 5,242]

From the moment Hannibal saw William he knew the omega was his.

Playing For Keeps by blackcrystaly [words: 11,292]

William senses that the last victim of the Chesapeake Ripper is a courting gift for him and wonders if he isn't getting obsessed with the case, so he decides not to tell anything to the BAU Chief, instead, he decides he must go to to speak with the always trustful Doctor Lecter, the alpha he had become progressively more and more attracted to.

Peachfire Whiskey by KareliaSweet [words: 22,076]

Will knows he'll remember this scent until the day he dies. Hannibal smells like firewood, and malt whiskey, and roasted peaches drizzled in honey. He smells like nothing Will has ever scented before, and it is so divine it dizzies him. or The Adventures of Professor Will Graham and His Terribly Naughty Omega Student, Hannibal Fucking Lecter.

Avaricious by everybreathagift [words: 11,432]

Sometimes, an omega's heat can trigger a dangerous response in an Alpha. After seven years, Will is going into heat and Hannibal ends up not taking well. The drama queen.

Tender by HotMolasses [words: 6,021]

Most people are betas, though a person can present as Alpha or Omega at any point in their life, not just at puberty. Hannibal has been an Alpha since he was a child and Mischa was killed. Will has been a Beta for all his life, but when Hannibal rescues him from Muskrat farm and begins to take care of him, Will's biology has other ideas.

Blaze by HotMolasses [words: 3,008]

The thought slipped from his mind as a warm tingle spread across his skin. Will inhaled again, deeply, and the scent was so good, so very, very good. A soft moan even escaped his lips before he realized what he was scenting, though it wasn’t until he heard the feral, bestial growl in front of him that his brain finally made the full connection, and his eyes flew open in terror. Rut. Hannibal had indeed lost his control. Will’s eyes snapped up to Hannibal’s and he saw them dilating. Will’s throat grew dry and his heart leapt with fear. The Chesapeake Ripper was in rut, and it was because of him.

Wings of Wax and Feather by BelladonnaWyck and raiast [words: 55,947]

"Did you just smell me?” "Difficult to avoid. My apologies, I didn’t realize there were any Omegas in this section of the prison.” “Most get sent to the Omega Holding Facility two counties over. But then, most don’t get done in for rippin’ out an Alpha’s throat in the middle of the street.” or Hannibal Lecter had always known the winding road of fate may one day lead him straight to a prison cell. He’d never imagined he’d find his true mate there.

Cheque Please by WendigoDreaming [words: 1,829]

Hannibal was just trying to enjoy a meal, the last thing he needed was an omega busboy in barely concealed heat wandering around the restaurant.

Picture Imperfect by shiphitsthefan [words: 13,645]

Will Graham has made a name for himself in the magazine industry for being the one and only alpha photographer that can be trusted. It isn’t that he doesn’t have hormonal urges; Will is simply able to control himself. In a society run by omegas, Will's empathetic nature is a gift; he can easily assume the omega mindset, almost as if he shares their biology, their behavior. Omegas feel safe with Will, because he isn’t innately predatory. He's just walked into a photo shoot with concert harpsichordist Hannibal Lecter. He's about to ruin everything.

An Easy Kind of Love by Dormchi [words: 4,167]

Will opens the door and the concentrated scent of pheromones, sweat, and slick that wafts out nearly makes Hannibal fall to his knees. Confining Will to one room is arguably the worst mistake Hannibal has ever made. Maybe he should have just buried himself alive, instead of allowing himself to be manipulated by such a horrible creature.

Compliments of the Chief by Entity_Sylvir [words: 3,252]

Hannibal pays a diplomatic visit to the leader of neighbouring tribe, and is treated to a somewhat unusual brand of negotiation. "Hello?" Hannibal greeted a little quizzically. "Do you have a message?" "Um," the boy replied softly, seeming to have a little trouble getting his words out. "No. I—I'm here on behalf of our tribe. And our hospitality." He gave a little hesitant smile. "Compliments of the chief."

Turning Page by raiast [words: 15,958]

'It's biologically impossible for Alpha parents to be affected by their Omega children's Heats. When Will presents while alone with his father, Hannibal realizes two things. 1) Bedelia cheated on him, and 2) he can claim Will for himself.'

Strawberry Jello by TigerPrawn [words: 13,484]

Will is a cop, shot in the line of duty. Hannibal is his surgeon. This would be the perfect set up for romance if they didn’t happen to both be Alphas…

Hold for Release by cloudsarefluffy [words: 8,547]

“But?” “Will, I think you’re obsessed with the Chesapeake Ripper.” For a moment, Will just blinks at her, but after what she says sinks in, a chuckle starts building up in his chest until it grows into a laugh. He’s almost coming apart at the seams because of Beverly, but as he notices he’s the only one finding it funny, his giggling dies off into silence. “Oh… You’re serious.”

Prodigal by YouAreMyDesign [words: 23,000]

"Mama, look at me." He does, irises shining with water he refuses to let fall. Hannibal presses his lips together, smooths his thumbs over his mother's cheeks. "Are you happy here?"

Darling Boy by Yggdrastiles (yoingle) [words: 5,223]

When Will Graham was 10 years old, he became an orphan. Hannibal Lecter adopted him, out of the goodness of his heart. Not really, he saw that angelic little omega and decided that he'd claim him as soon as he had his first heat. This is that story.

Lure by YouAreMyDesign [words: 16,720]

Hannibal eyes him, and tilts his head. "You challenged Jack because you wanted to see what he would do," he says. Will winces, but can't deny it. "If you challenged me, what do you think I would do?"

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[themoonwheniamlost]

Knees of Green

My gift for @hesnotmy!!! I hope you enjoy this, I put the fic under the cut and on AO3 Here. I went a bit to the left with your prompt I hope you don’t mind! 

Thank you so much to @thirst-teenth for putting this whole thing together! We’ve gotten so much good content, and I’m so happy to have been a part of it. 

Thank you also to my Beta/Bestie/Lungs @jesuisnilunnilautre .

Happy New Year All, ilysm, Have some lesbians.

It’s been two weeks since Andromache had gotten separated from them in the battle, and while Quynh had all faith in her wife, it was starting to worry her. The boys were trying to be helpful, but if Nicolo says one more … encouraging thing about “Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” or “Two halves of one whole heart can never truly be parted,” Quynh is going to throw a rock at his head. 

Fall harvest was imminent. It was silly to feel alone in a house full of love, but she did. Roma had work to do in the next town over, and Quynh could work to keep their home safe here. She dons a simple skirt and Andromache’s cape, Quynh grabbed her handled basket and left the cabin. She set out, looking into the distance, following a path that she knew like the lines on Andromaches’ palms. 

With quick feet and a wanting heart, she soon found herself in the hibiscus grove. It was easy to think of her wife there.  The grove was a gift that had grown steadily through the years to hold decades’ worth of memories. Stories of love and dirt and patience, keep them fresh for the harvest of each day, ripe enough to taste at any recall. 

As she steps between the trees she feels her heart swell like the first time she set foot here, when Andromache, smiling and covered in soil, had pulled her into a clearing full of freshly turned earth and dragged her by the hand through the unworn paths, pointing to each sectioned area and explaining what would go where. Few things could stop Andromache when she had things to say, and this was no exception.  It went on for some time, Roma’s face bright and a bit flushed, outlining how the Hibiscus plants would ring the trees here, the pepper and tomato plants here, and perhaps a fig tree in the back — 

Quynh felt like she was chasing a bee around the grove, heavy with promise, a garden pollinated by faith and trust. She smiled and reached out with the hand not clasped in Roma’s. “Cưng, how did you get dirt in your hair?” Her beloved stopped to let her free the garden from her head, pulling her fingers softly through the strands until she was satisfied. 

She looked up to Andromache’s face again, tongue light with the intent to tease her wife, and was caught instead by a gaze she knew too well. They drifted close to each other, chests rising in synch, the air between them tightened. It was easy to tilt her head just so, to gather her wife’s hair in her hands, to close her eyes as Andromache placed their lips together. The soft and easy press of familiarity settled them on the newly turned earth, and when they rose they had both had gathered a garden in their hair. 

Now, Quynh sat in their garden alone, not even counting the stars, she already knew their names, but what did they matter now? Apart from Andromache the sky was a vast sea of empty eyes. The only person who had pulled the stars down for her was Roma, a warrior strong enough to shine in peace as she did in war. Apart from Adromach she often felt like half of a blade, a hilt with no extension. Deciding that there was no use sitting about, she could sigh just as well tending to the garden as she could yearning on the bench, she gathered her skirts and her trowel. 

She knelt down to tend to the peppers first. It would take longer working alone, but it needed to be done. It would fill the hours if nothing else. 

While two weeks was nothing to an immortal, time somehow had a way of warping, a way of making the seconds into hours, the days into minutes. Andromache had tracked down the bandits they had been following. Dispatching them was easily done, finding their leader, gathering their movements, and locations. It was easy but time-consuming, luring them into dark corners and allowing the village to breathe without fear of their holdings. Finally, she was done, it was time for her to get back to her family. 

Andromache felt the distance with each step she took through the market towards the edge of town. While she had missed them all, the need for her wife hung from her shoulders like a wool cloak. Roma sees flashes of Quynh in every person she passes. Flashes of her clever hands, her dark and sparkling eyes, the curve of her hip against a fruit stall, her laughter on the wind. 

After walking through fields and farms for hours she came upon the town square. She spends an eternity dodging through stalls and around the edge of the village. Andromache ran the final distance to their house. As she came upon the door to their cottage, Yusuf is leaning in the entryway, holding out a hand for her pack. “She took her basket out an hour ago.” His face is bright and laughing the way it always is when they reunite, whether they be apart for years or for hours. 

She hears Nicolo yelling from the kitchen, “Hurry back you two so we can have supper at a reasonable hour, yes?” 

“I make no promises!” 

She needs no direction; she knows the path to the grove the way she knows the line of Quynh’s thighs. Andromache enters the grove to see Quynh tending to the new growth. She sets her labrys just out of reach and leans against the bench, breathing the air of home, of the same place as her wife. 

Watching a woman could steal your breath. And it’s a different kind of magic to see her hands working the soil rather than a weapon. So often they were fighting or running, or fighting and running. This was a quiet joy, a small reprieve in the setting sun, the stillness of the grove. 

She tries to commit the moment to memory. She stands taking in the lines of Quynh’s back, the way her hips hold her weight, the working song she hums so often, her hands folding strawberries into the basket. When she moves silently to kneel by the, their eyes catch and hold. Quynh reaches up to fold a spade into her hand, gentle like butterfly wings and azalea buds and places the basket between them. 

Years of knowing how to make their movements easy, build a steady rhythm between them. What leaves to trim, what’s ready to harvest, what should be left on the vine. Steady as heartbeats, timing is everything. 

It was a practiced thing too, the way that they made their movements slower as they finished collecting the rosemary, the distance between them shrinking as each woman breathed in the other. Their hands brushing in the basket between them. 

They set their tools aside and reach for each other. Cheek to cheek, arms around waists,  hand pressing fingers spread wide and digging into cloth. Lips, pink and open, pressed tight to taste, small nips and laughter. Closer still, pulling off blouses and kissing the skin warm. On the ground pressed together, Andromache cups her favorite breast to her mouth and notices the dirt on her hands. She leans back, “We can’t work like this.”

“What?” Quynh's lips parted as she made herself arch into those hands.

Wordlessly, Andromache links their hands together and pulled them between their eyes. 

Quynh sits forward, pushing Roma to the side; she blinks slowly, laughs “Race you!”  and shoves off the ground to rush through the pomelo trees. Laughing, Andromache throws her head back, “Unfair!” then dashes after her.

Later, when they’re lounging on the shore with Quynh’s head on Andromache’s belly, tracing mindless shapes on her wife’s thigh, Quynh says, “I know that I shouldn’t worry when you aren’t nearby. It just that sometimes I can’t stop it.” She pauses, and Roma strokes her hair once, twice, as she tilts her head back. “I know it’s just a matter of time until we’re together again. Because it’s just you and me.”

Andromache lifts both of their heads so that they can see eye to eye. “Until the end, Solnyshka.”

They walk back to the grove, fingers entwined, hands swinging lightly between them. As they dress, Andromache chuckles and asks, “How much do you want to bet those two will have something to say about our green knees making them wait for dinner?”

“I’m married to you Andromache. I know better than to take a sucker’s bet.”

[thorne93]

Long Lost Love (Part 6)

Prompt: Clint just lost everything. He turns to you – an old friend and an old flame – for comfort. Can you keep your old feelings at bay? Can he?

Word Count: 2611

Warnings: The Snap, grief, loss, mentions of abuse throughout series, angst will be the best friend in this fic

Note: This was written after IW, but before Endgame - so I have my own take on how certain things happened. Couldn’t have done this without @arrow-guy @carryonmyswansong @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (my amazing betttaa!) @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo

Aesthetic by @dontshootmespence

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When you awoke the next morning, you were filled with a mix of wonder, hope, and worry. You wondered if Clint would regret his actions and reject you. You wondered if he’d feel guilty or ashamed. You didn’t know how he’d react at all. You only hoped that he felt happy that he did what he did last night. 

You made your way downstairs to find him making a big breakfast, whistling, with a towel over his shoulder as he prepared breakfast.

“Morning,” you softly said.

He turned and greeted you with a dazzling smile. “Good morning.” He came over and kissed you again, quick but firm and earnest. He went back to cooking.

“Making breakfast I see, need a hand?”

“Nope, I’ve got it. It’s almost done,” he assured. 

You smiled, relieved that he was in a good mood and didn’t appear to regret anything. 

The two of you worked on the farm all day together and he was nothing but smiles. You couldn’t figure out what had triggered the change in him, but whatever it was, you were thankful for it. 

Time marched forward and the two of you seemed to fall into an easy rhythm, almost as if you’d never parted ways all those years ago on that train station platform. One night you two had a board game night to celebrate a hard day’s work. You played Scrabble with the rules that real words were not allowed, but for every word you made, you had to come up with a definition. You did this with every board game in the house. Real rules were thrown out, new rules were in. It was the most fun you’d had in… you couldn’t even remember how long. The two of you were in stitches the whole time until somehow you wound up on the couch, holding each other all night. 

Another night, you two had smores, a small campfire, and both of you laid down, looking up at the stars. 

“Well, this snap didn’t do anything good, at all, but if there’s a silver lining, the stars are a lot more visible with less people,” you mentioned.

“Pollution has dropped quite a bit,” he agreed. “It also helps to be in the middle of nowhere on a farm with one building that has lights,” he added. 

“That too.”

“I’m glad I get to see it with you.” He took his hand and laced his fingers with yours and you felt your entire soul warm to the touch. 

“Reminds me of being out at night after our acts,” you reminisced. 

“Yeah, we always seemed to wind up in some amazing places,” he concurred. 

“Every place was amazing so long as you were there,” you said. 

So far, you and Clint hadn’t labeled what this was. You hadn’t addressed it directly since that first kiss. Part of you was terrified to say anything. That if you called attention to this, it would somehow wake him up from an illusion and he’d break it. He’d see that this wasn’t actually what he wanted. He would see you were Laura’s poor replacement, a rebound, a distraction, a coping mechanism. 

You just didn’t want to face what was probably the truth: he didn’t love you - he loved the idea of you.

Allowing your fear to continue to rule you, and not let it take this precious time from you, you didn’t bring it up. You didn’t question why he wanted you now, you simply accepted it and graciously took the gift of having him be yours again. 

But, when you said things like this, things that danced dangerously close to those three little words, you were afraid it would trigger the response in him you were trying to avoid. 

He simply responded by saying, “I couldn’t agree more.” 

It was reassuring… for now. 

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One evening, while the summer air was very cool, Clint took you to a nearby water tower. He said the view was breathtaking and considering he had zero fear of heights, it made sense that he’d visit it. You followed him up to the top, and sat there, agreeing that looking out over the country side looked absolutely stunning. Of course, your fear of heights was vacant as well, because every now and then you had to do acrobatic work in the circus if you wanted to survive. 

The two of you sat and talked, drinking beers, talking about nothing in particular for the longest time. After a moment of peaceful quiet, suddenly, Clint said, “You know, I wouldn’t mind seeing the team again. I know I call them off and on, but it’d be nice to actually have them back at the farm, at least once. Just to see their faces.”

You turned your head towards him, holding onto the railing as your feet dangled off the side. “I think that’s a great idea, Clint. If you want to invite them, I think you should. They’re your family after all. I know Nat would love to see you, and I know you’d love to see them.” 

“You sure?” he asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah. It’d be good for all of you. Not to mention, I’d like to properly meet them. I’ve done a few random patch up jobs for all of them but I’ve never said more than ten words to all of them.” 

“Yeah, you’re right. I think you should meet them. You mean a lot to me and they mean a lot to me, it only makes sense to have all of you together.”

“I can make a big meal for everyone,” you said, delighted. “Fried chicken, some desserts. It’ll be a good time.” 

“I think they’d love that,” he agreed. He seemed to be perking up more and more with every second you two talked about this. “I’ll call them first thing. How does this Sunday sound?” 

“Any day is perfect,” you assured. “Just make sure I have enough time to get the house cleaned and to make a grocery run.”

“Will do.”

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Clint called his team and two weeks later, they were at the farmhouse, the whole group of them. Rhodey, Natasha, Steve, Tony, Pepper, their baby Morgan, Thor, and Bruce. They came early on Sunday morning and Clint introduced you to everyone. 

He didn’t go into any detail about your past or your present situation. He merely said he had called you up because you were an old friend from the circus that was a vet so you knew your way around animals and the farm. 

Thor seemed to be… putting on a show. You could tell he was careful not to let his smile fall unless he thought no one was looking. Tony and Steve seemed slightly tense, but with the way the world was they were trying to look past their issues. 

You gave them all a moment to talk alone for a while. You and Pepper sat out on the porch, playing with baby Morgan and Lucky, talking casually for a while. Inside, you could only assume Nat, Steve, and the others Clint was closer to talked about Laura and the kids. You assumed they discussed the snap and more detail on what actually happened. You also assumed he expressed his deep regret for not going to help them. 

Everyone greeted you and welcomed you with open arms and when it was time to serve lunch, everyone raved about your food. Thor and Bruce couldn’t get enough of your fried chicken. Pepper complimented you highly on your sparkling strawberry cake. Rhodey said he needed the recipe for your mac and cheese. 

The entire day was spent just talking. It weaved in and out of sorrowful talk of who was gone and what had been done to try to think of ways to get everyone back, to what everyone was up to lately. Steve headed up a therapy group in the city, which made sense. Rhodey and Natasha were working almost round the clock to help police the world of any dangers. Tony, Pepper, and Morgan were just enjoying the closest thing to Tony and Pepper being retired as they could. They had a little cabin a little ways from the city on a gorgeous piece of property with a lake. Thor was working with his fellow Asgardians to rebuild their society somewhere off the coast of a Scandinavian area. Bruce had been recruited to work on ways to get resources efficiently. 

Everyone was doing what they could to keep society going, to get it back to what it was, to try and not remember all the loss everyone faced every day. 

Conversations flowed for a long while, well past dark. It was nice having so much life in the house and you loved seeing everyone. It was no wonder he loved these people. As dinner neared a close, you got up and started cleaning up. Everyone tried to pitch in to help too, but you simply waved them off, telling them you had it covered. Pepper refused to take no for an answer, as did Rhodey. You said they needed to spend time with Clint, but both of them said that the others should really spend time with him. 

Clint said he’d get out of the way then and they went outside to the porch. Nearly everyone had a beer in hand as Tony, Steve, Nat, and Bruce followed. 

“So, uh, what’s up with Y/N in there?” Tony asked in a hushed tone as he turned to face Clint. The group of them stood in a circle facing each other. 

“What do you mean, Tony?” Clint asked, feigning ignorance as he stood there with his arms crossed. 

“I mean, what’s the deal? You said you knew her from your circus days. You still keep in contact with all your old circus buddies?” he pressed, knowing Clint despised his past and never talked about it. The only reason any of them even knew about Clint’s past was because they’d read his file.

“No, I don’t keep in touch with anyone but her. She was the only good thing to come out of those horrible elements.” 

“So she’s your oldest friend, then,” Thor suddenly said. 

“You could say that, yeah. We grew up together…” he replied. All of them could tell there was more he wanted to say, more to say, but he stopped himself.

“Alright, come on, let’s give the guy some space. He’s been through enough,” Natasha tried, wanting them to drop it. Clearly he wasn’t comfortable. 

“Well, whatever she is to you, if she makes you happy and keeps you sane, then I’m glad she’s here,” Steve encouraged with a half smile.

“Thanks, Cap,” he said with a head nod. “Yeah, I… When that all happened, I really thought I was just going to lose it. I sat here and stared, not knowing what to do next. Lucky snapped me out of it, but if I didn’t have him, or these animals to care for… I tell ya, my mind went to some dark places. Y/N keeps me grounded though. She helps me on good days and bad.” 

“That’s good to hear, man, we're happy for you,” Bruce said. 

“We really are,” Nat agreed. 

“I’m not gonna say I’m not happy for you, I am,” Tony said, but there was clearly a punchline coming, “but I gotta know, what is the deal? Did you ever date or think of dating Y/N? She seems perfect for you. Knowing each other for all those years, in those conditions, and now she’s back in your life? That’s some heavy stuff man.” 

“Tony,” Nat started, her face dropping down before smiling, “I think Clint loves her, but he’s too afraid to admit it right now.” 

“That so?” he asked, seeming amused. “I’ll be damned.” 

Clint looked at Nat with an unreadable expression. He was half-glad that she said it and he didn’t have to. He was also worried what his friends would think of him, loving you after what happened to his family. 

“I don’t want you all to think I don’t love and miss Laura, I do,” Clint started, looking at all of his friends.

“None of us think that, Clint,” Steve assured, but he pressed on. 

“You gotta understand, I loved Y/N when we were kids. We were teens. We had that teenage love, you know? It never went away. We never grew out of it. We had to run from our life in the circus, we thought it would be safest if we split up. We said we’d get our lives back on track… Life… life had other plans I guess and I met Laura. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did.” 

“You don’t have to explain anything to us, buddy,” Bruce said. 

“No, I know. I think I’m trying to assure myself. To remind myself I’m not a bad person for loving her. She and I… we have history. Being with her… it’s all I ever wanted. It’s what I wanted for years, and now in a sick twist, I can have her. I feel guilty about it, I do, but we love each other, and I don’t see any good reason to deny ourselves of that. I mean, it may be awful to say, but Laura’s not coming back.” Tears filled his eyes and he started to break down before the group came to the rescue and consoled him with hugs and rubbing his back. When he got calmed down he said, “So I just… I don’t see a reason to put off happiness, you know?” 

“We get it,” Nat stated, nodding her head with a sympathetic smile. 

Clint nodded, wiping his face. “I’m glad. I’d hate for you guys to think I’m some awful human.”

“Awful for wanting to be with someone you love?” Steve asked, perplexed. “If I could have Peggy back, I’d take her in a heartbeat, no matter how the universe brought her to me.” 

“Yeah, take it from Pep and me, we wanted to start our family. The world is in shambles but we’ve waited long enough to start our lives together,” Tony said. 

“We’re the last people on earth to have any right to judge and at the end of the day, we just want you to be happy,” Nat informed sweetly, squeezing his shoulder.

He smiled and looked up at his friends. “I love you guys, I really missed you.”

They all smiled back at him and they each hugged. They all needed it more than they knew. 

Eventually, the team came back inside and Pepper and Tony packed up Morgan and everyone started saying their goodbyes and loading into cars. Natasha was the last to leave, giving you both hugs.

“Thank you, for taking care of him,” she quietly said as she wrapped her arms around you. 

You peered at her, confused at first before nodding. “Of course.” 

She hugged Clint and kissed his cheek. She waved to you too, ordered that you call her more often, then got in her car and drove off. 

The two of you smiled at each other and held hands as you walked in. 

“That was a really nice day,” you said happily. 

“Yeah, it was. I’m so glad we did this. Thank you for all you did and encouraging me to invite them,” he said as he put his arms around your waist, holding you close. 

“Anything to see you happy,” you informed.

“I know, that's why I’m so lucky to have you.” He planted a firm kiss on your lips and then you two went off to bed, separately.

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