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jentrevellan · 4 years ago

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I'm so happy to finally share my fic for @dasmutquisition! I had so much fun with this one, it's unreal. I hope you enjoyed @sumiIong

Rating: Explicit

Category: F/M

Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: Origins

Relationship: Alistair/Female Cousland (Dragon Age)

Characters: Alistair (Dragon Age), Female Cousland (Dragon Age), Teagan Guerrin

Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Banter, Cuddling & Snuggling, Happy Ending, Making Love, trapped together (sort of), strong woman, anxious Alistair, generic Cousland, King Alistair and Queen Cousland, newlyweds, Morning Sex, D in the V, Porn With Plot, Dorks in Love

Language: English

Collections: Nobody Expects the Dragon Age Smutquisition

Summary: Alistair and the Warden spend the first night not only as husband and wife but as King and Queen.

Notes: Thank you @curiousthimble for being my beta!

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Doin' the Fondue

The great hall in Denerim Castle was loud and filled to the rafters with people. Nobles, elves, dwarves and peasants alike were squeezed in, all clamouring to see the newly married couple. Up on the dais, overlooking the crowd that was slowly getting rowdier and rowdier with the ale and wine that continued to flow, Alistair - now King Alistair Theirin of Ferelden - slouched in his throne and took a gulp of wine.

He was terrified.

Oh, the ceremony had been a delight, and he had adored proclaiming his love in front of the Maker and the witnesses in the Chantry. But as soon as he had stepped into the hall for their wedding feast, his gut started churning. Because he knew what must come next after the merriment had ended.

He glanced at his wife beside him. His wife! Despite his anxiety, he couldn’t help but grin like a fool at the thought of his Grey Warden companion, Lady Cousland, now being his wife. It didn’t seem wholly real. Indeed, most of his life the past year hadn’t seemed real. So much had changed, and now he was married.

Alistair took another sip of wine from his goblet and his new wife glanced at him, a small frown on her brow. She already knows me so well, he thought. No one else would be able to tell that anything was amiss, but she had always seen straight through him and knew when even the smallest thing was bothering him. One of the many traits he loved about her. Although it did mean that it was impossible to keep any sort of secret from her. Even the good kind of secrets.

As he picked at his food, his new wife and Queen accepted many gracious gifts from guests. All curtsied or bowed and she was most eloquent in her response. Truly, she was more prepared for this life as a monarch than him. Her noble upbringing was a far cry from how he was raised. But wherever his trepidation lay about ruling, he knew that with this woman beside him as his Queen, that he could do anything.

She laughed heartily at a joke Teagan was telling her, and he watched as she wiped away a tear. Alistair glowered at his uncle and reached out for his wife’s hand. She turned to him, a wide smile on her face, her cheeks flushed and her lips rosy from the wine.

“Everything alright?” she asked.

He nodded his head to Teagan. “Just wondering what was so funny…?”

She blushed prettily, and a jealous hand gripped his gut. He would not easily forget his uncle’s flirtations when he had first met them in Redcliffe, and ever since, a fit of strange jealousy and need to claim her as he always came about when he was in the presence of both her and Tegan.

Waving a jewelled hand, she shook her head. “It was nothing. Rather crude, actually, so I told him off for lowering the tone of our conversation at our wedding feast,” she replied, taking a sip of wine. “Now what’s the matter with you?”

“Me?” he repeated. “Nothing. Nothing is the matter with me at all. Absolutely nought.”

“Alistair,” she said seriously, leaning in close. Her tone made him want to listen, but her golden gown with its tight bodice had pressed her breasts pleasantly together and were well within his eye line that he couldn’t help but glance down. A treacherous blaze of desire coursed through him, and with her puckered lips, her brow furrowed in concern, he wanted nothing more than to crush her to him and -

A chill went through him. He wanted her, oh yes, most desperately, but Tegan caught his eye and winked, and a shudder of repulsion went through him as he turned his head to see half of the court watching their interaction. He pulled away from his wife abruptly and reached for his goblet of wine, again and took a huge mouthful.

Ever the gracious lady, his wife smiled faintly and pretended that nothing had happened. But the look she quietly gave him as he peered at her over the rim of his goblet made his gut clench with guilt. There was a flash of hurt in her eyes, and he felt rotten about being the cause.

The dinner continued and as the servants were generous with topping up his wine, Alistair kept emptying his goblet. His wife, on the other hand, declined and stuck to watery lemonade and with dread, he realised that she was not drinking the same as him because it was expected that she needed to stay sober to conceive.

It was like a weight was pressing down on his chest, and he struggled to breathe, and it was getting worse as the evening wore on. Soon he stopped eating and drinking and just watched everybody that approached the dais to offer their congratulations or present gifts to the newlyweds. One item that was given to the new Queen was a selection of herbs which, as the kindly elderly noble had explained “would help the womb quicken”. Alistair had almost retched at her words, and instead began a small coughing fit, which required his wife to smack him firmly on the back a few times harder than she would’ve done normally.

At one point, a small child approached, dressed in a simple cotton tunic, as white as a cloud. Her hair was braided down her back and entwined with flowers. She stood before the queen who rose from her throne and leant over the table to adjust a flower in the girl’s hair. Alistair watched as his wife’s face lit up with warmth as she listened and spoke to the child. He wanted to give that to her. But… but…

“Let us bed them!” Tegan suddenly announced, and there was a scramble as the court got to their feet hurriedly, to be one of the select few to follow them to their chambers. The women reached the queen and she shot Alistair one swift look of alarm before resigning herself to their insistent tugs as they all but pushed her out of the room. Alistair followed with a group of noblemen, including his uncle.

“I bet you’re looking forward to this, m'boy,” Tegan grinned, falling into step beside Alistair, as they made their way through the halls of the castle.

“I don't know what you mean,” he replied flatly, his face feeling warm not just from the wine.

Tegan clapped him on the back. “You are one lucky man, my boy,” he said with a sigh, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’ve never seen you so quiet in all the time I’ve known you. Your mind has been elsewhere this evening - and I’m not the only one to notice.”

Dread tugged at him as he climbed the stairs. “Yes, you’re right and I’m sorry, but-”

“Sorry!” Tegan repeated with a snort. “You’ve no need to be sorry. Most men are as quiet as a mouse in anticipation of their wedding night. And one can’t certainly blame you: your wife is simply lovely.”

“Yes, thank you, Tegan,” Alistair ground out, shrugging his shoulder lose of his grip. But rather than be offended, the man laughed and Alistair clenched his fists. Never before had he been so tempted to knock his uncle around the head.

They arrived at his chamber door and inside more nobles awaited eagerly. The king’s bed had been arranged neatly, but there was no expectation for him to sleep there tonight. Instead, he eyed the connecting door where he knew his wife would be waiting for him, surrounded by the noblewomen.

“Are you going to leave?” he asked, looking around the room, but the men just laughed, and chatted, some making obscene gestures. He grimaced, hating the sheer manliness in the room. His manservant came forward to help him undress from his finery and removed his crown. Once he had been disrobed save for his smalls, he threw on his white cotton nightshirt and ran his hands through his hair, wiping the sweat from his brow.

There was a faint knock at the connecting door, and one of the servants hurried forward and exchanged whispers with the servant on the other side. Alistair paced anxiously and took a very keen interest in a loose thread on the sleeve of his shirt. The men around him were talking about absolute filth, and he squeezed his eye tight shut, in the vain hope that his ears would squeeze shut too.

Finally, the connecting door swung open and the servant stood aside. Alistair was rooted to the spot, fear coursing through him. Are these people… going to watch ? He thought with horror.

He was quite content with where he was until Tegan elbowed him in the ribs. “Nervous?” he said with a wink.

“Yes. No! I mean, no !” he said hurriedly, his face burning.

“There’s nothing to be scared about. She’s going to be a wonderful wife to you in so many ways…”

“Shut up,” Alistair groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. Honestly, he was this close to hurling Tegan out the window.

But before he could entertain that thought further, the men in his room were pressing him through the door and - oh Maker no - were also following him. He entered the queen's bed-chamber to find a gaggle of ladies with rosy cheeks flutter their lashes and lick their lips seductively at the men. But Alistair was anything but aroused when he finally turned to the large, four-poster bed, to see his wife and queen.

She was a perfect painting of innocence and virginity in crisp white sheets with a matching white nightdress. Her hair had been unbound and combed neatly and she sat as still as a statue, her back and posture absolutely perfect for a queen. The covers were pulled up to her lap, and her hands rested delicately entwined: her sparkling wedding ring the only jewellery that remained.

He refused to meet her eyes as he slowly walked around to the other side of the bed. He pulled the covers down amidst the chatting of the court and when he finally sat beside her, a good arms-length away from her, the court finally - finally - turned to leave. Several clapped, the women exchanged knowing looks with the queen, who smiled politely in return, and the men, now incredibly drunk, ambled from the room, wishing Alastair luck and reminding him of how lucky he was.

Finally, blessedly, the last person left the room and closed the door with a gentle click .

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To the new queen’s dismay, the first thing her new husband did as soon as the door had shut, was leap out of the bed as if he had been scalded. She frowned as he strode towards the door, and for an awful moment, she thought he was going to leave. But no: he reached to a small side table and found a key and locked the big oak door to her chambers, followed by locking the conjoining door from the king’s bedroom.

Still not saying anything, Alistar strode around the room, pulling open curtains and wardrobes, trunks and cabinets.

“What in the world are you doing?” she finally asked, her patience running thin. The man had barely spoken to her since their vows in the Chantry in the morning, and now he was examining every nook and cranny of her chambers?

He paused by her bookshelf and flicked her a glance over his shoulder. “Checking,” he replied, before shifting a few books.

“Whatever for?”

He sighed in exasperation. “To make sure that we are alone! Andraste’s arse, I thought they were going to stay at one point and watch to make sure we… we… erm…” he coughed and busied himself by peering under a chaise lounge.

She got out of bed and dropped to her hands and knees and looked under the bed. Thankfully, there was no one there, but she had to admit that the same fear had crossed her mind. Even though she knew that wasn’t the common practice, sometimes nobility did take things a bit too literally…

“We’re safe,” she sighed, placing her hands on her hips.”There’s no spy, no peephole, no nothing but us.”

Alistair finally stopped his fidgeting and turned to her from across the room. For the first time in a long time, they were utterly alone. Normally, they would’ve fallen into each other’s arms by now, but something was stopping her, and she could tell that something was also stopping him. They stood on opposite sides of her room, the bed imposing and glaring at them, whilst the distance between them felt as vast a chasm. And that was something neither of them had experienced before.

“Everything is different now, isn’t it?” she said quietly, looking down at her hands clasped before her.

Alistair also seemed to be studying his fingernails. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

She played with the hem of her pure white night-dress and frowned. Conversation with her now-husband had never been this stilted. So she switched tactic to one he would hopefully relax with: humour.

“You know, for a good ten minutes, I honestly thought they were all going to stay and watch,” she said with a wry smile. She knew they wouldn't - being brought up as a noble lady had earnt her some education in these things - but Alistair needed not to know that. For it worked:

“Maker! You did too?” he exclaimed, letting out a bark of laughter. “I didn’t think they would, but I began to doubt myself.”

She took a step towards him. “Hence your paranoia about spies?”

He nodded. “Yes, hence the… paranoia ,” he rolled his eyes at her choice of words, but there was a smirk on his lips, which made her heart soar.

The man she knew was peeking through, so she took another step closer. “It’s an archaic tradition anyway,” she said. “I know for a fact that they do not practice it in Orlais.”

Alistair snorted. “Perhaps the only redeeming factor of the Orlesians.”

“Hmm, that and the cheese,” she smiled and finally, finally , her new husband met her eyes.

They both burst into laughter and she saw his shoulders sag. She bit her lip and placed a hand on his cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you don't want to,” she said earnestly.

His face reddened. “But I do! I do want to! With you, that is! I just… it’s just…” he trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut as he sought out the right words.

“The pressure of it all?” she supplied.

“Yes!” he gasped, relieved. “To know that we cannot come together unless it’s for a purpose. That purpose,” he mumbled, pointing to her stomach.

He was going inside himself again, so she took his hands in hers and gave a gentle squeeze. “Think of it this way… it’s for the good of the country that you fuck me senseless any time of day and night.”

Alistair spluttered at her bluntness but she just laughed as she slipped her hands from his and moved past him. There was a small table laden with food - to help keep up their energy for their excursions, no doubt - so she helped herself to a goblet of wine and poured one for her new husband. “You’re probably one of the only men in the world who can use that excuse,” she smiled, popping a grape in her mouth.

“You…” he grinned, walking over and taking the other goblet from her hand. “You are a minx.”

She pretended to be shocked. “You’ve only just realised? And here I thought you only married me because you knew I was.”

He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled him to her, kissing the top of her head. “One of many, many many reasons,” he replied.

They stood content in silence, their thoughts elsewhere when she finally spoke again. “I meant what I said. We don’t have to do anything we’re expected to do tonight.”

He gulped but nodded. “I… I know. And I appreciate that, but please don’t think it’s because I don’t want... need you,” he said quietly, his grip on her tightening.

“It’s not like we’ve not done it before,” she said, taking another sip of wine. “Even if this gown pretends to be evidence to the contrary.”

“Yes, and we have done it, many, many times…”

“And we will many more,” she confirmed, popping another grape in her mouth, the sweetness washing over her tongue. She turned to him: “but not tonight.”

“Thank the Maker I married you,” he murmured, downing the rest of his wine.

“But I do have a wicked idea…”

He glanced at her, eyebrows raised.

“We should take all of this food and eat it… in bed.”

He laughed, so genuine and delightful that her gut warmed pleasantly. Suddenly, in one swift motion, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, his other hand grabbing the cheese board and marched over to the bed. He threw her down, and she tried to not be too aroused by the action, but her pert nipples through her night-dress gave her away. Determined to make sure Alistair was as happy as could be, she reached forward and pulled him onto the bed and instead of kissing him, grabbed a handful of cheese and squashed it into his mouth.

The King of Ferelden snorted with laughter as he tried to eat the cheese, before doing the same back at his new queen. He pecked her on the nose and rose to collect more food and wine, and soon they were sitting leaning against the headboard, a delectable spread of food between them. And they gorged.

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The sun peered through the lattice windows of the queen’s chamber. The light was white and bright and brought Alistair blinking out of his deep slumber, momentarily confused at his location. He looked up at the canopy above him and duly noted the olive green drapes of the Queen’s bed. He’d never slept in here and was momentarily disoriented until he remembered the day before.

In his arms, still and sound asleep, was his wife. Her hair was splayed on the pillow and tickled his nose. He couldn’t see her face, but today it felt more real: this woman who had become his friend and companion, lover and hero of Ferelden, was now his wife… his queen . He gently propped himself onto his elbow, so as not to wake her, and gazed down at her face, noting the way the sunlight accentuated her high cheekbones. This wonderful, beautiful and exquisite woman is my wife , he thought with quiet awe. His chest flipped with uncontained joy and gone was the trepidation of the night before.

He studied her face as she slept, her nostrils flaring slightly as she sighed contently in her sleep. He lay back down and pulled her close to him, tightening his grip on her, and burying his face in her neck, inhaling her intoxicatingly sweet scent. The silk nightdress was so smooth and thin, and his hands couldn’t help but wander up and down, his fingers gently brushing the material over her skin, like water. Without realising it, he found himself rutting against her arse, which was tucked up cosily to his groin. He tried to still himself, she's still asleep ! But his wandering hands could not be stopped as one slowly crept up her torso and cupped a breast. The shift was so thin, that he felt her nipple harden with the barest of touches and that’s when he realised that her hips were moving too.

He pushed himself up to an elbow again, and her eyes, dark and hooded with desire stared back at him. Her lips parted with a hitched breath and he flicked her nipple with his thumb. Moving his hand downwards, he swallowed her breathy moan as his fingers teased the hem of her smalls, mouth crashing down on hers in simple, uncontained desire.

They had not so much as kissed since they had said their wedding vows in the Chantry, he realised. And as his tongue licked her upper lip, he swore to himself that he would never leave it so long to kiss her again. Her mouth opened with a sigh and their tongues danced as he continued to rut, and she squirmed against him as his hand finally slipped into her smalls in search of her bud.

He stifled a groan as he found her hand already there, gently touching herself. His fingers joined hers whilst they moved their hips and she guided him with her hand. He slipped a digit inside of her and she gasped, squirming against his erection, straining against his smalls, and he pictured feeling her growing wetness around his cock. With impatience, he slid her nightdress up so she was exposed and he pulled his cock out and rubbed it blissfully between her cheeks. Her soft skin was as smooth as silk as he rocked his hips, gaining pleasant friction with her arse.

“More…” she whispered, as her fingers joined his, pumping inside her. And with his control waning, he obliged eagerly.

Alistair rolled her onto her back and pulled her hands over her head as he pinned her down. Her legs fell open for him, and as much as he wanted - no needed - to be inside her, Alistair knew what his lady wife needed more was to be spoiled. If it were up to him, the king would love to stay buried between his wife’s legs for the rest of his days, as her taste was so sweet. He trailed kisses down her neck, and her hips lifted up to meet his, and his resolve almost broke as her core was teased against his cock. But being a Warden had one excellent perk: incomparable stamina.

He continued down, kissing her heaving breasts as they rose and fell erratically with her breathing. Playing with one in his hand, he took her other nipple in his mouth and sucked lightly, her perfect bud hard and round in his mouth. With his hand, he squeezed her other one tight, and had her gasping: but he was nowhere near done. He let go of her breast in his mouth with a pop and glanced up at her to see her mouth open and delicious, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. He grinned and kissed her stomach, then pulled back and positioned himself on his elbows, taking in the sight of her splayed out on the bed, rosy cheeks and breathy moans all for him. He pressed his lips to her knee, then with each kiss, his stubble tickled the inside of her thigh as he moved up her legs, finally reaching that gloriously warm and wet apex in between that was just begging for him to taste.

Desire surged through him and without wasting any more time, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and licked her dripping wet folds. She cried out in pleasure as he rolled his tongue over her, and her fingers grabbed his head, nails digging into his scalp as he worked his mouth. She tasted as good as she smelt, and her hips rose up to meet his mouth, jittering as she climbed higher to her peak. He wanted to spoil her because she deserved it and more. So he reached up with one hand and squeezed a breast and flicked a nipple again, loving the way her hips bucked in response. Her nails dug deeper into his scalp and raked his chestnut hair as his other hand kneaded her arse, lifting her up so he had the best angle to eat her out.

He teased and tortured her with his mouth, and finally sucked on her clit.

“Ah...ah...Alist-ah!” she cried out, her thighs clamping around his head as she came. He tasted her orgasm on his tongue and without missing a beat, rose and positioned himself at her entrance. Her eyes flicked open to look at him as she felt him move, and a tiny smile pulled at the corner of her exquisite mouth. That was all he needed.

So tormentingly slowly, Alistair finally entered her, the warmth and wetness so indescribably perfect that he couldn’t help but let out a moan. He fit her perfectly and when sheathed completely, he paused and stared into her eyes. Her breathing was still fast from her orgasm and he captured her mouth with his, letting her taste herself. Then he rolled his hips and started to slowly make love to her, not once tearing his gaze from her face. He noticed every single expression that flickered before him as he thrust and teased: a hand on her hip and another once more on her breasts.

She wrapped her legs around him and he plunged unbelievably deeper inside of her, making them gasp and moan in unison as they moved together in a rhythm as old as time. As they moved, the pleasure and pressure mounted, but Alistair had much more control than a boy still wet behind the ears - he wanted to give her so much more before he -

“Ah!” he gasped, as she took him by surprise. She had crossed her ankles behind his back and with her strong legs, twisted so that he was forced to roll and let her sit on top of him. Incredibly, they did not lose touch, and the angle was different but just as pleasurable. She smirked down at him as she pressed her hands to his chest and began to slowly roll her hips, her breasts rising and falling beautifully as she took him. Alistair was entranced as he watched his love move quicker with a growing need and he held her hips tightly to control her pace. But she didn’t need any assistance, as she moved faster and faster, his thrusts coming up to meet hers, flesh slapping flesh. Her moans crescendoed, and the erotic sight before him of his wife move above him with a wonton need to claim her pleasure...well he could feel his control slipping. He wanted to spill himself inside of her, and see his seed drip down her legs…

“Fuck!” she cried, reaching her second orgasm, as Alistair dug his fingers into her thighs to stop himself from joining her peak of pleasure. She fell back and Alistair seized his moment to regain control and topped her again.

Fully sheathed once more, he deliberately moved slowly, as he knew that if he picked up the pace then he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. But she caught his eye and licked her lips.

“Please, Alistair,” she panted, her hands digging into his hips, urging him to move faster.

“Mmmm?” he replied, biting her earlobe and slipping out of her, making her whimper.

“What do you want?” he teased, stroking himself as she looked up at him with uncloaked desire.

“It’s more than what I want ...it’s what I need ,” she whispered, sitting up to meet her lips with his, her hand trailing down his chest and abdomen, making his muscles tense in anticipation.

They kissed delicately, fervently, noses touching, breath mingling. “And what do you need?”

She pulled away and lay back down on the bed, her legs falling open. She traced one finger down the length of her, and his eyes followed.

“Take me, my king,” she begged, touching herself in front of him.

Almost roughly, because he couldn't bear to not be in her again, he flipped her over, brought her to her knees and lined himself up to her entrance. He kissed her salty back, sleek with sweat and breathed in her ear. “As my queen commands.”

He thrusted inside, and she took all of him. She threw her head back and he grabbed her neck, pulling her up to him for a searing kiss, their tongues dancing as he thrusted fiercely, the globe of her ass bouncing against his abdomen. She moaned in his mouth as she touched herself; legs shaking as he pounded into her over and over; sweat mingling, with moans loud and needy, filling the chamber. He pumped with such animalistic need and she cried in pleasure and she gripped the bedsheets for support as he took her, unrelenting in his passion.

With a shaking arm, he reached around and touched her pearl and she cried out, her orgasm sudden and huge.

“Fill me!” she pleaded as she continued to come.

He snapped and finally, wonderfully, he reached his peak too and exploded inside of her, his vision blurred and black at the edges, as he emptied his seed inside of her - for the first time. And Maker, did it feel incredible to finish like this; in a union of bodies so perfect and natural.

Alistair, as breathless as if he had just swam the length of the Waking Sea, collapsed on top of her, laughing with joy.

“I...I love...you,” he panted, their legs entwined and he wasn't sure where his body ended and hers began.

They stayed like that for some time, and Alistair was tempted to fall asleep just like this, but she wiggled underneath him.

“Mmmm, as much as I love you inside of me,” she murmured;” you are crushing me somewhat.”

He reluctantly slipped out of her, trailing kisses all down her back and arse, making her hairs stand on end and her toes curl. He gathered her into his arms, the sheets around them a total mess, but he was loath to care as she lightly ran her fingers over him. His limbs felt like jelly, all loose and relaxed.

“Hey, Alistair?”

“Hmm?” he replied, barely opening his eyes.

“There’s some cheese leftover from last night.”

He sat up suddenly and looked over to where she pointed.

“Cheese for breakfast?” he asked.

She smiled and nodded. “Cheese for breakfast,” she confirmed.

fin

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mystic-kitten-writer · 5 years ago

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Limerence [M] ︳23

Pairing: Zuko x OC

AU: Adult-Verse

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 6900+

Notes: Thanks for the love I got revolving the smut last week, a lot of people enjoyed it which makes me happy and I see myself writing it more often in the future! Thanks for reading everyone, and enjoy <3

Masterlist ︳22 [M] ︳24

❤ Buy me a coffee? ❤

Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Agathokakological

(Greek/adj.) composed of both good and evil.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

“Zuko stop it~!” I cried out between endless fits of giggles, trying my hardest to shove his overbearing frame off me. But my cries of protests fell upon deaf ears, as he snuggled his head deeper into my neck, butterfly kisses placed all over my skin. The setting sun cast a heavenly hue over his body; his black hair flaming as shades of reds and yellows bounced off him.

His locks fell over my face, in turn causing me to pout, his lush hair getting caught between my lips. “Z-Zuko, get off!” I laughed, but my arms were too tired at this point to bother trying to shove him off. The way his chuckles mixed with my giggles, like a fairy-tale harmony. His laughter reminded me of Kiyi’s, innocent and carefree – music.

My arms fell to my side, resting against the fluffy blankets of the bed. I wasn’t expecting on being caught taking an evening nap, let alone be awoken by the one and only Zuko. But getting woken up by snuggles wasn’t necessarily a terrible way to wake up and instead fed into my ever-growing wanting to spend every moment with Zuko – my ultimate vice.

Zuko’s head rose, running his hand through his hair, and pushing it back. The vanilla smile that painted his face as he looked over me, his free hand carefully stroking my face. A smile of my own slowly starting to emerge as I looked up at him with appreciation, but it was then I noticed – his eyes.

His amber coloured eyes were muted, dull in comparison to his usual lively and illuminating twinkle that always managed to shine through. Was he tired? No – this is something else. His thoughts ran rampant, clouding his perspective as he watched over me. He was anxious, worried about tonight – nervous about my walk with Kayto.

A soft sigh escaped me, my hands instinctively cupping his face as I traced my thumbs over his lips, “I’ll be fine Zuko, Toph will be with me…I won’t be alone.” I muttered, my eyes half-lidded, as I spoke. Zuko huffed, his forehead hitting mine as he held my hands close to his lips. “There has to be another way…”

I knew what he meant by that – referring to the plan Sokka had thought of during our time in the hot springs. So much for relaxing in the hot springs last night…

The plan was sweet and simple.

Zuko postponed the meetings with the Earth Nation for this evening. I go on a walk with Kayto, forcing him out of said meetings, which leaves the gang a short window of time to get the Earth King alone and make him sign the damn documents. Toph will stay back to watch over Kayto and I, should Kayto try anything funny. A fool-proof plan for the most part. But the look of uncertain in Zuko’s eyes was apparent; his lips turned upside down.

The detestation and distaste Zuko held against Kayto was next level, and I couldn’t help but be caught off guard as even Aang didn’t seem too fond of Kayto either – the only person I knew who couldn’t hate another human being for the life of him. My eyes shifted back to the window, watching the way the sun was starting to hide behind the outer edge of the mountain range. “We should probably get going…the gang are probably on their way now.”

Zuko sighed, “Please…be careful.”

“I promise. Now let’s get those papers signed, alright?” I beamed, placing a quick peck upon his lips as Zuko sat up. As Zuko’s head bobbed upwards, I couldn’t help but let a small giggle. His hair was a giant mess; his usual pin straight hair creased from wearing it in a bun all day.

Oh, Zuko – the only man I knew who could be both adorable and seductive at the same time.

I rolled my eyes hearing Zuko whine underneath me, walking with his knees bent as I placed the last pin in his hair, “You’re hurting me, woman!” He hissed, and in response, I purposely tugged at his hair a bit more than needed. Another growl vented from him, and I couldn’t help but giggle, “Are you always such a crybaby?”

“Kind of hard not to complain when you’re fucking pulling my hair out of my head!” I patted his head, signalling to stand up normal as we walked down the hallway, grinning as I heard him mutter curses under his breath. For someone ‘tough’ he sure knew how to complain. I bumped my hip against him, watching him roll his eyes but regardless wrap his arm around me.

Zuko faced me, flicking my forehead with a playful scowl on his face, “I swear next time I’ll pull your hair and see how it feels.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare hurt me – I’m too adorable.” I playfully spoke, sticking my tongue out towards him. “Try me.” He whistled, leaning in swiftly and light-heartedly, biting my ear, “Zuko~!” I shrieked, amused at the way he tried to ‘attack’ me, acting like an absolute child at the moment. During my fit of laughter, my eyes looked forward, my steps slowing as I gently pushed him away, “Zuko…” I gasped.

A set of grand doors were in front of us - the grand meeting hall. But it wasn’t the doors that caught my attention, no, it was the gang. They were huddled together, whispering harshly to each other, frowns on their faces. Somethings wrong.

“What’s wrong…” Zuko muttered, his expression no longer playful as he gazed at me. Suki and Aang made eye contact with me; their brows pinched together as they looked over at Zuko and I. “Look.” I spoke, gesturing in front of us. In an instance, Zuko’s eyes narrowed, a small huff escaping him as he scratched his neck.

“They look upset…” I muttered under my breath, my fingers twirling with each other as I studied their faces. Not even Sokka was smiling. Zuko sighed, “Maybe they got some good news?”

“Oh yeah, when I get good news I frown like that too.”

“Well, aren’t you an optimist…” Zuko grumbled.

Suki’s hand rose, waving at us slowly. “Let’s find out what’s up,” Zuko muttered under his breath before we eagerly rushed forward. I smiled softly, waving at them as I looked around. It was just us here; we’re early, the King isn’t here yet.

“What’s wrong?” Zuko blurted, not bothering to say hi. Aang cautiously looked over at Sokka, “Uh…”

I raised a brow, what’s going on with them? They all looked at one another, neither one wanting to speak first. Sokka nudged Aang, giving him wide eyes, signalling for him to say something, “Umm, so-uh” Aang blubbered. Not a single logical word escaping him. Zuko groaned, losing his patience, “What’s that’s suppose to mean?” Zuko groused.

“I’ll say it because no one here has the fucking balls too.” Toph shouted, stomping her feet onto the ground with crossed arms, “Princess is going on her walk alone with Kayto. The Earth King requested me to sit in the meeting with Suki.” My eyes widen; Zuko is going to-

“Out of the fucking question.”

Toph groaned to herself, her bangs swaying upwards as she let out an exhausted sigh. This was not how we expected the plan to go. “Well we don’t have much choice you royal pain in the ass – they’re on their way now.”

“We do have a choice, and it’s we abort the plan. We agreed that you’d watch over Yue just in case.” Zuko shot back, pinching his nose in irritation. Aang anxiously tossed his staff between his hands, as Suki and Sokka gazed at each other, trying to think of a possible solution.

“Princess can handle herself Zuko – we all know that. I say we go forward.”

“I’m not taking the chance Toph.”

“Shit Zuko – Princess can handle herself you damn bone head!” Toph shouted. I pouted as I watched the way Zuko and Toph bickered. Both of their faces red as they quarrelled. “Maybe we can send a Kyoshi warrior with Yue…?” Aang suggested, but Suki shook her head, “It’ll look like we’re plotting against Kayto. I can’t risk that.”

I anxiously bit my lip, their words going over my head as they argued. With Toph gone, that would leave me alone with Kayto. Toph was supposed to be my safety net should anything fishy happen, but with her gone I would have no backup plan…

Damnit, why can’t things work in our favour for once?

I huffed; I can’t let this opportunity slid. This may be the only chance we get to sign those papers. If I don’t do this-

I placed my hands over Zuko’s arms, cutting off their conversation as I let my fingers intertwine with his. The gang held their breath, and with a soft sigh, I looked at Zuko. He grasped my hands, his warmth giving me an immediate sense of comfort and safety. Zuko already held a frown on his face; he knew what I was going to say.

“I can do this.”

“Love-” Zuko warned.

“Do you trust me?”

“If anything happens, we’ll be stuck in the damn meeting, nowhere close to you…”

“Trust me,” I whispered harshly. The look on his face, the way he bit his tongue before he finally released a substantial sigh. Zuko pressed his forehead against mine, worry written on his face, “…You haven’t started training yet; you aren’t even fully healed…”

Toph puffed once more, cutting off Zuko as she groaned stridently once again, “She’ll be fine, Princess can kick ass. If I remember right, she did have you stuck behind an ice wall and carried a damn waterfall on her back.”

I couldn’t stop the sheepish grin that painted my face as I looked at Zuko, his eyes rolling as he grumbled underneath his breath. He pulled away, glaring, but he seemed relaxed, not as anxious as before. He needed to hear me say it - say that’ll be okay and I can do this.

“How long do you think we have?” Aang muttered as his gaze fell upon me. His face appeared neutral, but the way he gripped his staff, arms tense. “Probably an hour,” Suki spoke.

“Will an hour be enough? What if it isn’t? We’d be putting Yue at risk for no reason.” Sokka shook his head, “It’ll work. The Earth King is on our side, and with Kayto gone, this is our chance.”

“We may have longer if Princess works her magic. An hour or more.”

My fingers anxiously tapped against Zuko’s, distracting myself from the tense atmosphere for the moment. There was something magical about his touch as my pulse slowed down. I was nervous - so damn nervous. I had to make sure I held Kayto’s attention for at least an hour, longer if possible. If I let him leave early…then I messed up the whole plan…

“They’re coming,” Toph whispered harshly; everyone held their breaths.

The moment of truth.

“I mean it. If he lays a single hand on you-” Zuko warned under his breath, the grip on my hand tight as he gazed at me with dread. But Sokka snorting under his breath caught everyone’s attention, “Oh, but you didn’t have a problem laying a hand on Yue last night...”

Everyone was quiet until Suki and Toph let out a snort, which in turn caused me to giggle. Talk about holding grudges. The pout on Sokka’s face as he snuffed away with his arms crossed, still butthurt about the little ‘topless’ incident in the hot springs last night.

Zuko flushed, bashfully looking away as he kissed his teeth, “Get over it, we’re dating for fucks sakes.”

“That’s my innocent sister; you’re corrupting!”

“I wouldn’t use the word innocent…” Zuko grumbled under his breath. It was my turn to blush, sheepishly slapping his arm as I glared a Zuko. Sokka covered his face with his hands, screaming into them, “I swear- If you touch her, I’ll kill you both!” Toph snorted, “I wanna see that happen…”

“Are we seriously having this conversation again, right now!?” Suki rustled, slapping Sokka’s arm and causing him to whine. Suki rolled her eyes before mischievously looking at Zuko and me, “Don’t worry about it you lovebirds, you can get as nasty as you want after we get these papers signed.”

Zuko groaned as Suki sent a playful wink our way. He pinched his nose in irritation once more, mumbling a faint ‘fuck me.’

I swear Zuko is going to implode any second-

“Ah, good evening!”

We all looked upwards, a group of nobles wearing extravagant green robes standing in front of us. The King bore a great smile, bowing at us all with delight. He indeed was a happy man, always wearing a cheerful smile on his face; we all nodded.

“I apologize once again for delaying today’s meeting till now. A few, unforeseen circumstances, had arisen that had to be dealt with immediately.” Zuko spoke, the Earth King nodded, “I understand, unfortunately, life doesn’t always bend to our favour.”

It was then out of the corner of my eye I spotted him. My heart beat rapidly, the overwhelming feeling of regret as I realized what I signed up for. No going back now. With a final squeeze, Zuko looked down at me; this is it.

Unwillingly, I could feel Zuko loosen his grip on my hand, his warmth disappearing as my hand slipped from his. With a flick of my hair, I skipped forward, forcing the perkiest smile possible on my face, “Kayto! Are you ready for our walk?” I sang.

Kayto smiled before it shifted to a frown, “It would be an honour, but unfortunately, I have to attend this meeting, the times have changed.”

I pouted, keenly looking at him as I purposely let my hands fall upon Kayto’s arms, squeezing as I spoke, “But I’ve been looking forward to our walk all day!” I whined. Puffing up my cheeks as I tried to look endearing. Kayto’s look softened, a look of regret as he cradled my arms with his – he’s buying it.

I looked over my shoulder, gazing at the Earth King with an innocent smile, “Is it too much for me to ask to borrow Kayto for the evening? I’m afraid I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to enjoy the company of Kayto due to my busy schedule.” My heart squeezed, seeing Zuko’s lips pressed thin as he watched the way I threw myself at Kayto, but he kept quiet.

The Earth King hesitantly gazed over at us, “Well…”

“As much as I would like to enjoy a walk with you, it’s an important meeting...” Kayto reluctantly spoke. And with a bold gesture, he caressed my face. My eyes widen, taken aback by his sudden gesture of affection, and I swore I heard Zuko hiss under his breath. “More important than our walk?” I argued, and Kayto chuckled, “It would seem so.”

Shit. I need to convince him.

“That’s disappointing to hear, Kayto. Imperial Consort Ying Yue has been patiently waiting for this walk, you promised her after all, and there’s nothing I hate more than empty promises and an upset Consort.” Zuko spoke, his tone harsh. I anxiously bit my lips, knowing how hard it was for Zuko to push Kayto to me. I’m sorry.

“Fire Lord Zuko is right; it would be ennoble of you to not hold true to a promise. Enjoy the night Kayto; I’ll be fine.” The Earth King spoke, I beamed. Thank you, Zuko. My arm easily laced with Kayto, pulling him close. It was strange; his touch wasn’t anything like Zuko’s. It felt cold, unloved, and just not Zuko.

And while Kayto made it quite clear that he was interested in me, I could see Kayto clench his jaw, eyes narrowed, “You’re right, I would hate to disappoint you Fire Lord Zuko. I promise I’ll treat her well this evening. An evening she won’t forget.” The blaze in Zuko’s eyes, knuckles white as he stared down at Kayto - loathing.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Aang butted in, smiling radiantly as he placed his hand over Zuko’s shoulder, trying to soothe the flames that were starting to roar.

“I agree, Avatar Aang; let’s get this meeting started.” Zuko spat, turning on his heel. The gang gazed over me, their eyes round and with trembling lips as they, one-by-one, walked into the meeting. Sokka was the last, his hand resting on the door, “Yue.” He spoke.

I smiled, acting ignorant, “Yes?”

“…Walk along the pond; Suki told me it was beautiful. I bet Kayto would love to see it.” I nodded, water. He wants me by water – just in case.

“I think I will – thanks for the idea!” I chirped, and Sokka nodded. “Enjoy.”

The door slammed shut, an eerie silence as we stood amongst each other — no one in the hallway beside us.

One hour.

Let's do this.

“Ready?” I hummed. Kayto grasped my hand, like how a snake strangles their prey, his emerald eyes staring down at me with a sly smirk, “After you, little flower.”

The walk to the gardens was soundless; not a single word spoken as my arms linked with Kayto, his hand still holding mine. As servants and guards gazed at us briefly, they all held the same look - a look of uncertainty. But I bore a smile, trying to soothe them. It was evident that this didn’t look nor feel right, but it didn’t matter. I’ll do anything for Zuko, even this.

Kayto’s silence was off-putting- not a single pass or flirtatious comment during the whole walk. It was like he was…thinking.

The guards opened the garden doors, the sun casting a red haze on us. “Ah, we’re here!” I chirped, gazing over at Kayto with a charming smile. He chuckled at my reaction, watching the way my eyes promptly lit up as the soft breeze tickled our skin. Listening to Sokka’s wise advice, I lead us to one of the ponds that wrapped around the gardens. Already I could hear the gentle trickling of water.

“You’re a nature lover?”

“I guess you can say that…” I mumbled as I looked over the flowers and bushes that lined the small flowing body of water. I had to admit, while the company was unpleasant, nothing could change the fact that the gardens were stunning. But it also reminded me how badly I wanted to go on a walk with Zuko. It was funny how despite being at the kingdom for how long, we never walked, just him and me, in the gardens.

“I guess I can’t be too surprised. A gorgeous garden to compliment such a stunning flower as yourself.” Kayto hummed, his thumb gently rubbing my hand as he spoke. I smiled softly, ahh – now there is the flirty Kayto I knew. “I imagine the gardens in the Earth Nation Kingdom are just as stunning?”

“More so, we have much more land to expand the gardens. I would love to explore the gardens with you one day…” I shyly looked away at his gaze, knowing very well what intentions he meant under such a simple statement. We walked along the path, the flowing water on one side, beautiful rocks and flowers on the other — one hour.

“So what made my little flower decide to go on this evening walk with me?” I shrugged my shoulders, acting innocent as I begrudgingly leaned into his arm, “What do you mean? I wanted to go on this walk.” I spoke, my voice slightly wavering. Kayto chuckled, shaking his head slightly, his raven hair moving with every shake, “Ahh, don’t mistake my good looks for stupidity petal. It won’t end well for you if you do.”

My feet stopped.

Kayto turned his body to face me, a menacing smile on his face as he raised a brow, “So – let’s drop the small talk, shall we?”

It was insanity – how his soft features looked frightening as we stood alone in the gardens — no guard in sight, not even a servant. The way his thin lips pulled upwards, a devilish grin painted his face as he batted his eyelashes mockingly to me. It was then I felt it, his finger gently tracing my jaw, his face inches from mine, “When I met you, I thought you were nothing more but an orchid – a delicate little thing. But I was wrong. You’re more like a rose – beautiful, but secretly, you have thorns, thorns you mask with innocence. You may have Zuko fooled, but I know. Oh, little bud, I know-”

His mouth brushed against my ear, a soft chuckle escaping him before his grasp on my chin tighten, causing me to wince. “I know - your dirty. Little. Secret.” He hissed through his teeth. My body stiffen, my hands starting to rise, feeling the water behind me. And as if he knew, Kayto’s hands dropped, tightly gripping my hands with his own. His fingers dug into my hands, so roughly my eyes watered, “Now that we cleared the air, let’s continue the walk, shall we?”

My throat felt dry, unable to stifle out a word as he pulled away from me, his intimidating grin completely wiped away as he smiled at me. He was an actor – so well adept at hiding the repulsive creature he was. His hands untangled from mine, blood rushing to my fingers once again, “Now-now-now, what’s wrong flower? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Kayto cooed, caressing my face as if he cared.

I stepped back, pushing his hand away from me with a scowl, “Don’t touch me.” I hissed.

Kayto grinned, “Oh, so now the thorns finally come out. I love it when they fight back, act all tough, only for them to beg.”

“I have no secrets Kayto. I don’t know what you think you have against me, but it’s all lies.”

Kayto tapped his chin with his long boney fingers, taunting as he shook his head, “Oh little flower. When will the lies stop? How about I help you, like telling you why you agreed to come on this walk with me.”

“I told you it was because I wanted to.”

“That disfigured idiot would never let you go on a walk with me unless it was advantageous. You think your little friends are so clever, separating me from the King so you can get your papers signed.”

My eyes widen – he already figured it out. The shock on my face was apparent, as Kayto sniggered, “But the joke’s on you, I couldn’t care less if you get it signed. I was only doing a favour to some fellow comrades by convincing the King not to sign. Get it signed, see if I care, it’ll only upset them but not me.” Comrades? Wait a minute…that must mean, “…You’re not loyal to the King…”

“Not by a long shot. He’s simply a tool.” Kayto chuckled. A tool? How can he view someone, a person, as just a tool? A means to an end?

“What do you want Kayto?” I spoke carefully, keeping a watchful eye to his every move. He was an enemy to the Earth Nation – and no one had a clue. How did a man like him get away with this for so long? The criminals, some man named Yakone - the King spoke about this the other night at the party, Zuko and him huffing about how they couldn’t catch them. Is this why? Is it because Kayto was always keeping them aware, a snitch in the kingdom? Oh gosh – a snitch in the kingdom.

He can’t be the snitch we’re looking for; the waterfall was before he arrived…unless. He may know who the snitch is.

Kayto just laughed, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at me, entertained, “What’s wrong little flower, your mind seems to be buzzing away.” I could feel the grass under my feet; I was right at the edge of the path. This whole time I was unknowingly walking backwards. I need to get out of here; this has become something more significant. So much more extensive than any of us expected.

“You know, when you said you were a nature lover, I wasn’t all too surprised. He is too.” My eyes narrowed, he? “Who are you talking about?”

“Ah, so it’s true. You really don’t have a clue.” I frowned, my eyes trying to scan our surroundings. We were a good few minutes away from the nearest entrance back to the palace. It was late; no one took walks at this time; everyone would be heading back. “Ready to head back already? We just started this walk. We have so much more to talk about, so much more to do.” He purred.

Then I felt it.

His fingers flicked upwards, so fast that I didn’t notice till it was too late. I gasped, my feet sinking into the ground, my body rocking as I struggled to find my balance. I can’t move, my feet-

I fell on my knees, wincing as the sharp rocks that decorated the path jammed through my dress. My hands fell palms down onto the ground to soften the blow. My head shot upwards, instinctively my hands raising, but he was faster. He stomped onto the ground, pushing forward, and within a flash, my right hand got caught by a sharp protruding mass from the ground. I hissed, tugging my arm helplessly, trying to free it from the rock.

I was stuck.

My feet were rooted; my right arm caught.

I tucked my left arm to my chest – the only limb he didn’t trap.

A burst of dark laughter caught my attention, watching the way he slowly walked towards me. “Ah, much better. I must say, I never thought you would be on your knees so soon. They were right; you really are nothing more but a royal bed warmer.”

A royal bed warmer, I grimaced at the nickname, where have I heard that before? I snuck my left hand behind me, making sure his glance never wandered from my eyes. I could feel it.

The water behind me.

My fingers slowly curved into my palm, the water slithered so agonizingly slow up the hill, through every blade of grass. I can’t make a sound. I can’t let him know; I need a bit more time-

“Who is it?” I blurted. Kayto titled his head to the side, seemingly confused by my words. “The snitch.”

Kayto’s eyes widen, “The snitch? You know-”

“There’s a snitch here, in the Fire Nation. But you already know that, don’t you?” Kayto grinned, walking over to me. His hands ran through my hair, letting the strands cascade through his fingers with ease as he hummed, “You’re right, there is a snitch. But I have nothing to do with that.”

“You’re lying.” I spat, but Kayto just shook his head, his hand running through my hair once again, “There’s one thing I am not, and that is a liar. The whole trip here, I never once lied, but you on the other hand only spoke with lies. So while you view me as filth, whose really the immoral person here? The one who never said anything but the truth, or the one on her knees speaking only in lies?”

I bit my tongue, because outlandishly – he was right. The look in his eyes, never once wavering as he spoke. He was telling the truth, “You really don’t know who it is?” I whispered. Kayto smiled bitterly, “Sorry flower, all I can say is you’re right, there is a snitch. But that is none of my business and nor do I care. But I can tell you this.” To my surprise, he crouched down, his green eyes at my level as he let his hands move from my hair to my face. His fingers delicately traced my jaw, before he stopped at my scar, the same injury he saw at the party.

“I’m not the person you should fear, oh no, if anything, I’m your guardian spirit. You should fear my comrades. They’re the ones who left you with that disgusting scar, and they’re the ones you should worry about.”

“What do they want?” Kayto shrugged, sighing as if bored, “Don’t know, don’t care. Like I said before, it’s none of my business. Although he’ll be quite upset with me if he knows I hurt you in any way, quite protective of you…” My brows pinched together, again with this ‘he.’ But my mind was once again preoccupied, I could feel it, the water starting to pool behind me, Kayto still oblivious to it. Just a few more seconds-

“Who is this man you keep bringing up?”

“A Bloodbender, but I bet you know tons about that, don’t you flower?” Kayto whispered, a sadistic smirk on his face. A Bloodbender? I pushed the thought away; that’s the least of my concerns. Kayto’s noticed how little attention I gave, causing him to grip my jaw hard, “You’re not exactly in the position to be zoning out petal.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Wrong?” Kayto muttered, “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

I swung my left hand upwards, the water rising high above me as Kayto stayed crouched, mouth wide. My arm hurdled towards him with a fist, the water freezing instantaneously. Ice formed, piercing shards soaring towards him in a single motion.

He fell back, swinging his arms in a pathetic attempt to protect himself, the ground underneath us shifting to form a shield. A distraction, that’s all I needed right now. The tension from my feet was gone and the mini encasement my right arm was stuck in crumbled. With a huff, I pulled back, dust flying everywhere as ice shattered as it hit the shield of rock that Kayto had built.

I jumped to my feet, swinging my arms back, the ice shards stopping it’s assault and floating back to me in a single movement. I could hear Kayto groan, the shield he built crumbling down as he covered his face with the sleeve of his robe. The dust started to settle around us, and Kayto hissed, “I should’ve known.”

“Known what?” I challenged, my arms raised and feet firmly planted on the ground. Kayto was quick; I could figure that much. But Kayto shook his head, lifting himself off his knees as he stood, “That you’d be as crafty as him. Clearly, I underestimated you.”

“Who is this HE?” I fumed, my patience wearing thin as he mentioned him once again. Who was this man? Why does he keep comparing me to him? “That’s the least of your worries flower.”

And with that, he stomped.

My eyes widen, watching the way his feet hit the ground, earth shooting upwards as he rapidly punched, sending thin discs of rock my way. Shit – I outstretched my arms, swinging forward and then back in a single swing. The ice around me swiftly laid along my body, forming a protective barrier. The earth launched towards me at full speed as I raised my arms, dirt flying as it shattered upon contact with my ice. I need to get close.

Rock after rock he shot, his mini tower of dirt he built slowly disappearing after each throw as I tried to weave between each one helplessly. I was slow, not nearly as quick as I was before, but that’s what three years of not bending does to you.

I huffed, another rock coming my way, to fast for me to dodge. I planted my feet, raising my arms as I felt the impact of the rock hitting the ice, grunting. The way Kayto moved, his punches fast, light on his feet – it was different, unlike any other Earthbender I’ve seen. He shot another rock my way, and I lunged forward, only to swing my right arm. The ice along my arm shifted, long and thin, mimicking that of a blade.

Kayto moved from his spot, just barely dodging my jab as stands of long black hair flew in the breeze, “You’re fast little flower.” Kayto chuckled, before swinging his foot at my feet. I huffed, slamming my arm on the ground, his foot making contact with my limb. The ice spread onto his leg; I caught him.

He swore under his breath, unable to pull back. I tugged, causing Katyo to lose his balance. He fell on his back, and I dove forward, swinging my right arm towards him once again. Kayto’s arms crossed in front of him, my blade caught between the earth he summoned between us, “I never thought you were one to favour hand-to-hand combat.” Kayto hissed, as I struggled to push the ice through the rock. The top of the blade started to pierce through, just scarcely touching his chest, just a bit more-

“But I guess I can’t be too surprised, being the daughter of a general after all.” My eyes widen, how does he-

Kayto hard-pressed forward, catching me off guard as he thrust upwards, his knee jabbing into my stomach. I cried out, my breath escaping me as he tossed me to the side like a rag doll. I huffed as the stupid pebbles that lined the path dug into my skin and ripped my dress. My hands instantly gripping my stomach. Kayto jumped up, “You want hand-to-hand, fine. But you’re going to regret it flower.”

“Fuck you.” I groaned as Kayto pressed forward, crawling away from his attack as I scrambled to get on my feet. My feet dug into the dirt, trying to withstand his punches, he was stronger than me. Each attack of his causing me to wince as my ice started to crack under his rock-covered blows. The way he effortlessly punched and evaded, despite the armour that covered his arms like my ice, it was mind-blowing. I need to end this soon, I’m still too weak, not healed enough-

My breathing felt winded, once again sidestepping to another one of his lunges, “What’s wrong flower – is someone tired?” Kayto tutted, boxing his fists yet again. I grounded my feet, kicking his knee. A groaned escaped him, wincing and I shoved forward. He stumbled backwards, as I tangled my leg with his, freezing him to the spot – now.

My arms swung up into the sky with fists, ice starting to form into tiny daggers. Kayto eyes widen in shock, too close of a distance to protect himself from the shards that hovered above him. I pounced, swinging my arms as the ice flew towards him, unleashing all of my energy as the ice sped towards him. Kayto crossed his arms in front of him, a desperate attempt to protect himself. I won, he’s dead meat.

I stopped.

The ice just barely grazed his skin, Kayto still underneath me as he anticipated certain death. “You’re not worth it,” I muttered. My ice melted as I pulled away, only then noticing that the sun was almost completely gone, I did it — more than an hour.

“You’re not the real threat. You’re just a puppet…” I spoke. Kayto eyes widen, looking at me with shock before a grin broke out. Kayto was just a decoy; this whole New Nation stuff was all just a giant distraction. A distraction from another, more, sinister plan – a plan that Kayto was not a part of. “You’re smart little flower, more so than anyone realizes.” Kayto softly whispered.

“What-what are you getting out of this? You don’t know who the snitch is, you don’t care about the new Nation. So what benefits do you get out of this?” I asked. Kayto just dusted off his robes, shrugging as if we weren’t in a clash seconds ago, “As I said earlier little flower, I was doing a favour. I have everything I want and more.” I didn’t bother staying around any longer. I did what I had to do, take up Kayto’s time.

I turned on my heel, ready to run to the nearest entrance to get to Zuko but Kayto’s voice stopped me. “Ying Yue.”

He said my name: no flower or petal, or even little bud.

I didn’t bother looking over my shoulder, standing still. “They’re dangerous. They’ve killed hundreds; they discriminate against no one. I don’t know what they want, but I do know you’re the key…it’s all about blood.”

My fists tighten, looking at the dirt underneath my feet, “…Thank you.”

I changed out of my dress, brushing my hair as I slipped into one of Zuko’s old shirts. It was late, the moon peeking out as I anxiously sat at my vanity, waiting for Zuko’s arrival. And it was then I could hear the guards speaking, the door handle jiggle. Zuko. I bolted, throwing the brush to side as the doors finally opened.

Zuko strolled in, the doors closing behind him as our eyes met. Impatiently, I eyed him, trying to read his body language, trying to gauge what the outcome was. His lips moved, a faint smile shining through, “We did it. It’s signed.”

I threw my arms around his neck, they did it. I laughed merrily as Zuko squeezed me, “I’m so happy.” I muttered into his chest, hearing Zuko chuckle with happiness as he held me close, “It was because of you, if you didn’t take Kayto out for that walk-” I tensed, so caught up in the moment the events that just transpired slipped out of my mind.

Within seconds Zuko pulled back, feeling the way my body went rigid, eyes narrowed with apprehension, “How was it? The walk.” Zuko muttered, watching the way I pressed my lips together. “Zuko. We need to talk.” Right away he looked over me with guilt, “Did he hurt you, I swear I’ll kill-”

“Zuko, he’s not a good man.”

“I already knew that-”

“No Zuko, he’s a traitor. He’s working behind the Earth King.” Zuko’s eyes widen, his hands grasping his head as I spoke, trying to let the words I blurted settle. “I said to distract him, not fucking dissect the man to pieces. How did you find out?” Zuko hissed, rubbing his chin as he paced back and forth in the room.

I sighed, falling onto the bed as I played with the hem of my shirt, spilling out every single word that transpired between us, conveniently leaving out any details of our mini battle. Zuko groaned, hissing under his breath as he clenched his jaw, “He’s a fucking genius.”

“What?”

“I can’t do anything.” I frowned, shaking my head as I watched the way Zuko fought with himself, “What do you mean, can’t you warn the Earth King?”

“No, I don’t have proof. Just word of mouth. That’s why Kayto told you because he knew. If I say anything, accuse a noble of treason, that’s just asking for another hundred-year war.” I sighed, covering my face with my hands. That cunning bastard.

I huffed as I crossed my arms, “Fine, it’s not like he’s a threat anyways…” I muttered under my breath. Zuko looked at me, confused, “What do you mean…”

“Kayto’s not the issue; he’s nothing more but a stupid puppet,” I grumbled. It was pointless, this whole discussion. Nothing was going to arise from it. I didn’t know what his comrades wanted, and Kayto was at the end of the day, the definition of a lousy villain who just wanted an easy way to money, power, and sex. Kayto’s words echoed in my head, ‘a royal bed warmer’ – why does it sound so familiar? Someone called me that before…who?

Zuko grasped my face, sighing softly as he towered in front of me, “So that’s all? He didn’t mention who these other people were? What they wanted?” I shook my head, letting myself crash against his hip as I hugged him. “I guess…we’re still at point zero. Still in the dark.” Zuko muttered, placing a soft kiss on my head as his hands rubbed my back. “I’m sorry, I wish I could tell you more.”

“No, I’m sorry, you should’ve never been on that walk in the first place.”

I huffed once again, a sigh escaping me as I took in his warmth. My eyes closing, “Zuko…”

“Yes, love?”

“I want cuddles before bed…” Zuko chuckled, running his fingers through my hair as I looked up at him with a pout, “You’ll get some and more.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Disclaimer: I do not own any Avatar characters portrayed in this story besides Ying Yue Jiang, Lia, Kima, and any future creations.

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billyspotato · 6 years ago

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Son - Jeff Wittek

Words: 1.392 words

Type: Fluff

Summary: You and Jeff have a son, he’s 2 years old; David and Zane come to your apartment and start questioning you two a lot about being parents.

Warning: English is not my first language.

A/N: Gif’s mine :)

Y/S/N = Your Son’s Name

You wake up with your alarm and you turn it off. You sit up and scrub your eyes.

Your boyfriend, Jeff, left the house around an hour ago to David’s house. He asked you if you wanted to go with him but your son was still deeply asleep, so moving him around wouldn’t be the best idea… Only if you wanted a grumpy kid for the rest of the day.

You and Jeff had a kid almost 2 years ago after being in a relationship for 3 years. You guys didn’t plan to have Y/S/N, but you both agreed in still having the baby anyways.

Now, 2 years later you both love Y/S/N so much and he’s your little prince.

You get up and walk to the bathroom. You take a quick shower and put on some jeans and a sweatshirt. You brush your hair and do your morning routine.

You walk to your son’s bedroom and check on him. Y/S/N’s laying on his stomach, his right arm over his stuffy and lips parted.

You can’t help but smile at his cute chubby face and walk to the kitchen.

You look around for what to do for breakfast and decide to the pancakes, your son’s favorite.

You start making the batter for the pancakes until you hear a little voice calling out for you.

You walk to his bedroom and he is already sitting up while hugging his teddy bear.

“Slept well?” You ask and he nods before stretching his arms up in your direction.

You grab him and put him in your hip. He rests his head on your shoulder and you go open the blinds of his room. You change his dipper and put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt on him.

Y/S/N grabs the socks out of your hands and tries putting them on by himself, resulting in a lot of frustration coming from him.

“Where’s dada?” Y/S/N babbles at you while you put his socks on.

“With his friends, he’ll be back in a few hours”

You put your son on the floor and he runs to grab his toys. You smile at him and go back to the kitchen, knowing that he’s following you.

You mix the batter that you already started on and add the last ingredients before turning on the stove. You start doing the pancakes while looking over at the kid playing on the ground.

You flip the last pancake into the plate and the door of the apartment opens. You look confused at the hallway and start hearing the voice of Jeff and his friends.

“Dada!” Your son screams happily before getting up and running to Jeff’s legs.

“My big man is awake!” Jeff says with a smile on his face while picking up your kid.

“Hey, Y/N” David says and you smile at him.

“Hey, have you guys had breakfast?” You ask politely.

“We all already-” David starts but Zane interrupts.

“Food is always welcome in my stomach, baby” Zane says while walking to the table, pulling a chair to sit down.

You smile and pose the plate with the stack of pancakes in the middle of the table.

You made too many anyways.

You pull a chair and sit next to Zane while starting to eat and talk to him about what they’ve been doing for videos.

You see in the corner of your eye, Jeff putting your kid in the high chair and get pancake in his plate. Your son looks at the pancake happily before grabbing his little fork and clumsily starting to eat the pancake.

Jeff sits next to you while looking at your kid eating.

David starts recording after asking for your and Jeff’s permission and he starts asking you things about the kid, since he never appeared on the vlogs.

“How old is he?” David asks.

“2 years old” Jeff says and Zane intervenes.

“It’s not like he doesn’t talk about this the whole time.” Zane comments and David laughs.

You joke around with them for a few minutes in front of the camera until David stopped recording to have normal conversations between all of you.

“What are you guys doing today?” You ask them while putting your hair in a ponytail.

“I’m staying home after this” Jeff says and you give him a little smile.

“We’re probably going back to my house to have more ideas for tomorrow’s vlog” David explains and you nod posing your fork.

“Dada, here” Y/S/N says while giving Jeff a little piece of pancake.

“Thank you” Jeff says with a big smile to the kid and eating the piece of pancake.

Y/S/N smiles back showing his little teeth to everyone making David ‘awn’ at him making you smile.

“He’s so cute” David comments.

“He has such chubby cheeks” Zane comments back and you and Jeff smile at them.

“It’s all the pancakes he eats” Jeff teases you and you send him a glare.

“Oh, really? I’m thinking that’s probably all the ice cream that you gave him this last months” You tease back with a smile on your face.

“She got you on that one, Jeff” Zane says and you smile, “You two spoil this kid like crazy”

“In a good way” David continues Zane’s statement.

“I don’t spoil him that much” You say while Jeff picks up Nerf from the ground, posing him in his lap.

“Yeah, right, Miss It’s-been-a-month-since-bought-him-a-toy-and-I-feel-bad.” David says and you roll your eyes while chuckling.

“Jeff, spoils him more” You defend yourself.

“He does, but that’s because he doesn’t want Y/S/N to be a mommy’s boy” Zane says and you look at Jeff.

“Bad thing, he already is” You tell Jeff and he chuckles.

“You wish” Jeff says with fake confidence.

“Oh honey, I don’t wish. I pushed that boy out of my…” You start and decide to whisper to rest, “vagina.” You say the rest in a normal tone, “He better love me more”

Everyone laughs and Y/S/N looks confused at everyone before turning his attention back to the pancake.

“Y/S/N” Zane starts and the kid looks up with his dark brown eyes, like his dad’s. “Who do you like more… Mommy or Daddy?”

Y/S/N looks at both of you and points at you two with both hands, one for each parent, making him David find him even more adorable.

“And you makes the better food?” Zane asks him again.

“Mommy” Y/S/N answers and Jeff chuckles.

“Depends on the days” Jeff defends himself, “I have days that I do an amazing dinner, don’t even dare to say otherwise…”

You smile at him and David chuckles.

“What are the bad parts of having a kid?” David asks.

“I don’t know…” Jeff starts, “Maybe the fact that you need to put another person before you, his safety and happiness start being everything that matters…”

“I really want to have kids, since I have such a big baby fever, but it’s just…” David continues, “Everyone that has kids around me keep saying all these things of how difficult it is and all of that. Is it that ‘bad’?”

“It’s difficult, but it’s worth it in the end of the day” You say, “Kids are tiring to have, but it’s just so worth it to say that this little cute chubby baby is actually yours” You say and Jeff chuckles while nodding.

You guys continue to have conversations about babies, which looks like really interested David and Zane.

“Are you guys planning on having more?” Zane asks you and you shrug.

“We’ve thought about it, but we never came to an agreement on anything” Jeff says while cutting the pancake into pieces on Y/S/N’s plate.

“But do you want to?” David asks.

“Sure, why not?” You say with a playful tone and they smile.

After some more minutes, the guys decided to leave and Jeff walked them to the door.

“Do you really want to have more kids?” Jeff asks you excitingly.

“Yeah, I don’t know when but... Yeah, I kind of do” You say.

“Oh, okay…” He says and starts walking to you, “Want to get started on that any soon?” He says playfully but seductively at the same time while threatening to take his shirt off.

“Oh my lord” You whisper to yourself looking at your kid, completely distracted with his food, and Jeff laughs loudly.

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larryfanfiction · 6 years ago

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Movie! AU

🎬 The Proposal by curlshire (20k)

Louis is a tetchy editor and Harry is his unfortunate assistant. After Louis is threatened with a demotion, he quickly makes plans to fake a marriage to Harry. (Based off the movie The Proposal)

🎬 Supposed to Be by kikikryslee (26k)

“I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.” “Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked. Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. — Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

🎬 If I Should Stay by gloria_andrews (31k)

Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.

🎬 Elysian by wonderlou (81k)

“What could be it, Niall?” Harry asks gently with a sigh. He slouches down further into his chair, crossing his arms lazily across his chest. He is bored. He has been bored for five years straight, but even more so now that his one interest has shut himself out entirely. Harry had not even heard from Louis, not since last night, not since he had gotten on his nerves so much that he was torn between knocking him out and smiling in surrender to the slight awe he felt. Louis is opinionated like no one he’s ever seen, but his voice is honeyed; high-pitched and indignant. Harry is nothing short of entranced.

Or, Harry is running out of time to fall in love, but with Louis, it seems as if there’s all the time in the world.

🎬 Because You Saw Me When I Was Invisible by supernope (32k)

A (not so) loosely-based Princess Diaries AU, in which Harry finds out he’s the heir to the throne of a country he’s never even heard of.

🎬 Dangerous Liaisons by IWillSingWithYou (42k)

Niall is the master of deceit and Harry is the master of seduction. Louis is just a very strong willed male model who happens to be straight. When Niall tells Harry he wouldn’t be able to seduce Louis, the bet is on, but Niall’s schemes are hard to avoid.

🎬 Leave Before The Lights Come On by Velvetoscar (15k)

Louis’ never had a one night stand in his entire twenty-one years of existence. Not once. That is…until now. And OF COURSE this is how it happened.

🎬 Let’s Fall in Love in a Place You Want to Stay by embro (134k)

A George of the Jungle / Tarzan AU where Louis is a model who meets Wild Man Harry in the Congo. He was raised by apes and barely speaks a word of English and turns Louis’ life upside down.

🎬 If You Wanna Try Me On by zimriya (18k)

To be fair, Harry’d been half asleep when Niall convinced him to put in his CV in the first place. Like, Harry wants to be a proper serious journalist–he’s not about to give up that dream in favour of becoming a personal assistant at a fashion magazine, or…whatever. Harry’s not actually all that sure what Tomlinson Styles even is, beyond his ticket to fame or any of the other things Niall’d spouted off at him, but when he shows up for the interview and is unceremoniously shoved into an office with the Tomlinson part of that equation, all Harry can really think about is that he would like to be a Tomlinson-Styles.

…or the Devil Wears Prada AU that no one wanted. Sort of.

🎬 when the city shines (like the sun at night) by fondleeds (37k)

In a different universe, a parallel dimension in which Harry is a braver version of himself, maybe he’d cup the back of Louis’ neck softly and melt their mouths together.

Maybe they’d tread on light feet up to Louis’ room because the house would be empty and they’d just kiss-and-kiss-and-kiss until their lungs burst, and then Harry would press his face into Louis’ neck and whisper I know you’re Blue, and Louis would do the same in turn, breathe that sentiment into Harry’s skin like a relief, and all the bad weight would lift, just the hot pressure of feeling so much remaining.

Love, Simon AU.

🎬 Now In A Minute by thealmightyavocado (150k)

13 feels like yesterday for many people, but for Louis it actually was.

More than anything in the world, Louis Tomlinson dreams of growing up. Simply skipping over all of the awkward, embarrassing years of teenage existence and getting on with life. Real life.

So when thirteen-year-old Louis wakes up in the body of his thirty-year-old self, he expected everything in his adult life to be picture perfect. And maybe it is. He has it all…or so it seems.

Except his favorite person and lifelong best mate, Harry Styles, is totally missing from the equation and Louis doesn’t understand why. He has a lot of catching up to do and as adult life turns out to be more than what he bargained for, Louis can’t help wondering why a life that seemed so perfect, feels so empty.

Or the 13 going on 30 au that should have been done years ago.

🎬 got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove (124k)

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

🎬 like cabbages and kings by you_explode (60k)

When Louis was a kid, he had a series of very vivid dreams about a place called Wonderland. There were rabbits wearing waistcoats and talking cats and ridiculous tea parties, and amidst all the absurdity, there was a boy. A boy with dimples, big green eyes and the sweetest soul Louis has ever known. Louis has always kept a place in his heart for that boy and for his funny dreamworld, and when he’s twenty-five and his life falls apart, it turns out Wonderland might not be so imaginary after all.

🎬 You Drive Me Crazy (but it feels alright) by MrsStylinson (102k)

Bridget Jones’ Diary AU.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it’s a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

🎬 Just a Walk in the Park by comingbackhometoyou, forehead (124k)

It’s 2015, the first time dinosaurs walked the earth in over 65 million years. The multi-billion dollar company, Twist Corporations, is planning a summer opening for their world changing attraction, “Jurassic Park”.

They take an interest in the history making duo of Dr. Louis Tomlinson, a stubborn paleontologist, and his partner, paleobotanist Dr. Liam Payne, giving them the chance of a lifetime to work for the new theme park. Louis is apprehensive, but Liam has a “gut feeling” that it will change their lives. He isn’t wrong.

Featuring Niall as the top engineer to get the park up and running, Zayn as the raptor expert, and Harry as the grandson of one of the most influential men in the world.

🎬 Drowning In Your Eyes by smittenwithlouis (45k)

“Capt’n Styles, are you certain of this? They be attracted to man-made light.” “What is? Sharks?” The young blonde asks in terror. “Worse than sharks, lad. There’ll be flesh eating mermaids upon us in minutes, mark my words!” Paul huffs as he continues to wave the bright lantern in front of him, “And Captain Styles here, has us bait!” Or: The Pirates of the Caribbean inspired au where Harry is a fierce pirate who holds the heart of a beautiful merman.

🎬 everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold by sarcasticfluentry (49k)

Inception-inspired AU. Louis Tomlinson is the most respected and skilled extractor in the dream-sharing business; together he and his point man Zayn have been hired countless times to steal hundreds of valuable secrets straight from the minds of CEOs and politicians. One day, a mysterious and wealthy client contacts Louis and Zayn, offering them triple their normal rate in exchange for successfully completing a job that other extracting teams have deemed "impossible.” The one catch is that this client wants the very best - so he’s decided to team Louis’ skills up with those of Louis’ most hated rival, another highly-respected extractor named Harry Styles. Can Louis and Harry work together to complete the job and get the payout, or will they lose their minds along the way?

🎬 Friendly Neighborhood Spideypool by shitucute (18k)

“Don’t fuck with me, I’m not in the mood.” Louis’ got the urge to punch him in the face, but he knows deep down that if anything it’ll just add fuel to Harry’s innuendo fire.

“You know I only fuck you, not with you. There’s a difference. It’s slight but still there.” He’s joking, but it’s sincere in a way that only Deadpool could make it. It gives Louis a strange mix of emotions, his body doesn’t know whether to fill with butterflies or to knee Deadpool in the balls again for insinuating them fucking.

or, Harry is Deadpool and Louis is Spider-Man and they’ve got way too much history

🎬 Paint The Sky With Stars by kiwikero (62k)

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom.

Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform.

By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help.

Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

🎬 The Dead of July by whimsicule (117k)

Being an Avenger means continuing to be Captain America and smiling and being honorable for the public and Harry does his best. But it doesn’t give him time to figure out who he is supposed to be once he takes off his uniform and puts the shield to the side. Just being Harry had always involved Louis, and Harry fears he doesn’t know how to exist without him.

or: Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

🎬 through struggles, to the stars by thedeathchamber (80k)

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right. A Star Trek-inspired AU.

🎬 Who Painted the Moon Black by throughthedark (95k)

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don’t know. It just does.”

Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six’s victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven’s victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

🎬 It Had To Be You by FullOnLarrie (45k)

Harry and Louis are strangers who share the long drive from Chicago to NYC after college. They don’t have anything in common, don’t get along, and at the end of their trip, they’re both glad to say goodbye.

During a chance meeting five years later, they find that nothing has changed, and they part ways expecting never to see each other again.

Ten years after their post-college road trip, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.

A When Harry Met Sally AU.

🎬 Fool’s Gold by freetheankles (55k)

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

🎬 Light My Fire, Blow My Flame by messofgorgeouschaos (98k)

“In New York, you can be a new man.” Broadway actor Louis Tomlinson has it all. An amazing flat, a wonderful friend group, a Tony under his belt, and the world at his fingertips. Yet there’s one thing that’s missing. And it might be in the shape of the curly haired lawyer who becomes Zayn’s new roommate.

Or, the One Where…. Louis is a Broadway actor, Harry is a newly graduated lawyer, Liam is a radio DJ, Zayn is an English Professor at NYU, and Niall is a music producer. A Friends AU.

🎬 King of wishful thinking by Star_Henderson (38k)

“Don’t umm don’t get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.

Harry looked startled.

“Just. Look I don’t know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I’ll pay for your time. Just come in.”

Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.

“What’s umm what do you guys make these days?”

Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”

Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”

Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don’t have to do this, I feel like… like you’re a nice person who feels bad but it’s fine. I get it. You don’t have to make it up to me.”

Louis stared at Harry. It’d been so long since he’d even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He’d enjoyed the banter and the flirting.

“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.

Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.”

🎬 Supposed to Be by kikikryslee (26k)

🎬 The Edge of the Stars by casuallyhl (16k)

Louis laughed. “You think you can convince some random guy to want to go out with me?”

“Oh baby,” Jay chuckled. “I can convince all of the UK to want to go out with you.”

Or, a Meet the Parents AU where Harry is the man of Louis’ dreams, and it’s up to Jay to convince him to date her son.

🎬 Keep on Dreaming, This is Hollywood by popfly (31k)

Louis Tomlinson, a pop star manager, makes his way to LA with a pop star (and his new music demands) and a very busy schedule.

Harry Styles came to Los Angeles with a dream and ended up sharing a flat and an occupation with a male prostitute from Ireland.

What happens when Louis meets Harry, and makes him an offer he can’t refuse?

AKA A Pretty Woman AU where Louis is the high-powered businessman and Harry is the hooker. No, there is no necklace scene, but there is definitely piano sex.

🎬 a promise lives within you now by sarcasticfluentry (45k)

A Lord of the Rings-inspired Middle Earth AU. Louis is an Elven prince, next in line to become King of Mirkwood, and Harry is the orphaned Human boy who grows up alongside him. They fall in love, but Louis’s obligations to the throne, Harry’s mortality, and impending war threaten to tear them apart.

🎬 don’t be afraid, it’s only love by threewhitehorses (14k)

A proposal!AU where Louis is at risk of being deported back to England and Harry just really wants a promotion.

🎬 I won’t be afraid (Just as long as you stand by me) by larrycaring (49k)

Harry leads an ordinary life, and he’s totally okay with it.

So, of course, when it all changes and he learns he is the actual Crown Prince of a whole country he’s never heard of, he doesn’t welcome the news with open arms.

Thankfully, Louis is there by his side, and that? That, will never change.

or a Princess Diaries AU that I just really, really needed to write. No regrets.

🎬 There’s Such a Lot of World to See by crinkle-eyed-boo (125k)

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Harry asks, thumbing at Louis’ hip. “Like what?” Louis asks breathlessly. “Like you’ve seen a ghost or summat,” Harry muses. “You did it all the time the other day and you did it just now.” Louis swallows hard, studying him intently. “You remind me of someone,” Louis says softly, tucking a curl behind Harry’s ear. “Someone I lost.”

Louis has seen a great many things throughout his travels in time and space, but only one he can’t explain: He keeps meeting the same boy, who says the same thing to him each time. The boy should be impossible.

Maybe he is.

A love story that defies the boundaries of space and time. Doctor Who AU.

🎬 Music To My Eyes by twoshipstiedup (23k)

A closeted actor and a struggling musician meet one night.

They fall in love.

A Star is Born AU

🎬 After Hours by Velvetoscar (26k)

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are the bane of each other’s existences. Unfortunately, they’re already in love–even if they aren’t completely aware of this minor detail.

[A “You’ve Got Mail” AU]

🎬 Simply Irresistible by Rearviewdreamer (12k)

Louis only comes to town to start up a successful restaurant, but finds he can't quite leave once the job is done. Though, that might have more to do with him falling for his quirky neighbor than anything else.

A fic loosely based on the movie Simply Irresistible. A silly and funny movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar about witchcraft, cooking, and sex that everybody needs to watch at some point in their lives.

🎬 A Study in Love by Rearviewdreamer (24k)

Louis knows everything about everyone which has put him at a great and weird advantage over nearly all of them since the very beginning. He can solve any puzzle before most people know where to begin. He is rarely perplexed, mistaken, or wrong, and obviously, Louis is never ever surprised. And yet, his new flatmate after a very long string of failed ones has Louis questioning how he ever did any of it without him.

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douchedolan · 5 years ago

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Blurb: First Time [Grayson]

Summary: (Y/N) and Gray were madly in love with each other. The bond between the two of them was strong. Incredibly strong. She felt like he was the one, the right person to give her innocence to.

Warning: a little smut hihi

His hands roaming your body, while his lips brushed over your cheeks. You loved nights like these, where you could just feel him. Feeling his touches and kisses in every inch of your body. Every day he reminded you that you were his one and only. His treasure. The most precious human on this planet. You acknowledged the scent of his fragrance which reminded you of home. He was your home.

A quiet moan escaped your mouth when he gently bit your cheek. It was intoxicating, feeling his hands and lips everywhere. Your hands traveled under his white shirt, lifting it. Gray helped you with that, showing off his toned body. You took a second to admire his beauty and traced your fingers along his abs. He shot you an assuring smile and bent down to leave little kisses on your neck.

You felt his bulge growing between your legs, so did your lust. When his heavy breath hit your skin you moaned his name loudly. “Does this feel good princess?”, he asked quietly against the corner of your mouth. You were only able to nod your head - you were speechless. You gathered all your strength and turned this 200 pound man over so you were on top. You totally caught him off guard as you could tell by his facial expression.

You were now the one to plant kisses on his neck and let let your hands wander down his body until it reached the spot where he currently needed you the most. He was a whimpering mess and you liked the thought of being in control, the you were able to make him beg for your touches. “I want you”, you whispered and felt how he put his hands firmly on your waist.

You haven’t had any sexual experience at this point. You just haven’t met the right person yet, but he was. You felt it. The way he looked at you when those words left your mouth was something you would never forget. “U sure?”, he whispered while his hands wandered from your hips along your thighs. You smirked at him and wiggled your ass a bit to apply pressure on him, to which he responded with a moan.

“Does this count as an answer?”, you whispered seductively and bit his lip. Next you grabbed the hem of your shirt and got rid of it. His hot fingertips caressed the soft skin of your stomach when you looked at you in awe and he sat up to connect his lips with yours. As soon as his fingers stopped at the bra clasp he looked at you as if he wanted to ask for permission. You nodded and blushed hard when the fabric was removed from your body. It was so intimate but also liberating.

“You’re gorgeous”, he breathed out when he held you close in his arms. You threw your head back when he attached his mouth to your nipple, gently sucking on it. You grabbed the back of his head and slightly pulled his hair, which made him harder than he already was. His tongue traveled further to the valley of your breasts, sucking some marks. “Let me make you feel good”, he whispered against your skin and gently threw you on your back. He quickly pulled your pants down, smirking at the wet spot on your panties. “So eager?”, he grinned and put his hand on your kneecap.

Once again you blushed and were about to close your legs, but he spread them again. “Don’t”, he said softly and smiled at you again. He knew that this was a good way to calm you down, since he felt how nervous you were in that moment. “If you want me to stop, tell me ok?”, he said and lowered his face near your core. He laid his hand on your knee and planted several kisses on your inner thigh. You squirmed at his touches and hissed when he planted a kiss below your belly button. He never broke the eye contact, he wanted to make sure you felt comfortable with what he did.

He hooked his fingers under your panties and slowly pulled them down.Painfully slow. His warm breath hit you right there where you needed him the most and finger brushed over your folds, which made you whimper. Gray started off slow by licking a stripe, but it was enough to make you quiver. You could feel him smirking against your skin, knowing damn well what he did to you. He let his tongue circle on your clit, applying more and more pressure. You put your hands on his head to shove him closer to you. You were a moaning mess, when he shoved his tongue into your pussy.

“You sound so fucking hot when you moan my name”, he hummed against you and the vibrations just added more to your pleasure. “You taste so good, babe”, he continued and his dirty talk made you even hornier. He removed his tongue and replaced it with his finger just to flatten his tongue onto your clit. “Gray, I’m gonna-” You felt the pressure building up in your stomach and when you finally reached your climax, Gray didn’t even think about stopping. When you bucked your hips into his mouth he grabbed you firmly and worked you through your orgasm to slurp everything you had to offer.

He laid on top of you, kissing you to let you taste yourself. “Are you good?”, he asked sweetly and brushed a stray of hair out of your face. You nodded and tried to catch a proper breath, while he got rid off his pants. The imprint of his dick was clearly visible trough his shorts and you couldn’t believe that you were the reason for that, that he adored you as much as you adored him. He grabbed a condom and put it on. “Are you comfortable right now?”, he asked quietly and positioned himself above you. “Yes”, your voice was shaking, he noticed. “Hey, if you want me to stop you can tell me, I am not going to do anything you don’t want to”, he whispered against your lips and pecked them.

You felt how he slowly entered you and you shut your eyes closed at this unfamiliar feeling. He gave you some time to adjust and started moving slowly. Grayson left multiple kisses on your neck while he buried himself into you and went faster once he noticed that you were getting used to it. “Fuck, you’re so tight” he grunted and intertwined his fingers with you while he pounded in and out of you. “I love you so fucking much”, he groaned. Your fingernails scratched his back, that would for sure leave some marks. “Gray”, you gently bit into his collar, when you felt another orgasm coming. “Shit”, he screamed when he also came and slowed his pattern.

He let himself fall next to you and protectively wrapped his arms around you to pull him close to him. The two of you were sweating, but felt so good. “Wow”, he breathed out and kissed your forehead. “That was out of this world”, he said and you could feel his heart beating against the palm of your hand, when you laid it on his chest. “You liar, you surely had better sex”, you laughed and felt somehow uncomfortable at the thought that he slept with more experienced women.

“Why would I?”, he laid on his side an looked down at you while leaning his head on his right hand. “I don’t have any experience, I am just saying you already slept with more experienced people, I just feel like I don’t know anything”, you admitted and felt stupid after you said that. “No, don’t think like that”, he shushed you and caressed your arm. “Tonight was special for me, cause I love you. I fucking love you, I’ve never felt like this towards anyone. You did great, baby, you did fucking great”, he emphasized and pulled you on top of him.

“I don’t want you to think about this, there is just you and me? The most important thing is that you feel good about this, nothing else matters”, he said and let his hands wander up and down your bare back. You nodded with a smile on your face and planted a kiss on top of his nose. “I love you too”, you replied and put your head on his warm chest.

Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language - I am trying :)

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rosemary-morgan · 5 years ago

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Josiah Trelawny X Reader: I was lost without you - Part 2

Hello dear friends ;) Here comes the second part of “I was lost without you.”

Thanks to you dear @micau2 for your inspiration ^. ^ I hope you´ll like the second part of this story.

Please excuse some mistakes. As I mentioned in the previous part, English is not my native language

Part 1

Warning: smut

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I was lost without you - Part 2

"Darling! I am so glad that everything has cleared up!" you whispered and you nestle up to your dearest Josiah. He was more than relieved that this whole affair had been just a bad joke by Alden. Josiah only had eyes for you and he wanted to make up for the lost time that was taken away from you both. But soon he would talk to Alden. Under four eyes and in private. Alden would regret having betrayed him like that but this still had to wait. Josiah broke away from you for a moment. With a gentle smile, he looked at you and touched gently your cheek, stroked his thumb over your tender skin. "You are as beautiful as ever, (Y/N)." He leaned forward and put his lips on yours. God, how much he longed to kiss your tender mouth and you didn´t hesitate long to return his kiss. You closed your eyes and smiled, letting your tongue gently slide into his mouth. You could hear him moan softly and that made you gasp too.

As you slowly break away from the kiss, you both met your eyes silently for a while. You smiled at each other and Josiah gently strokes your cheek and your hair. God, his touch felt so good. His hands were soft and well-groomed. Josiah remembered the bouquet of flowers he had brought to you and gasped softly as he handed it to you. "These are for you, darling." Your gaze wanders over these beautiful red roses as you gratefully accept them. "Oh, Josiah! They are beautiful!" "Not nearly as beautiful as you", he said softly. Josiah has always been a charming man and you've always liked that. "Thank you, Josiah." You looked up at him with a smile and kissed his cheek gently and long, breathing in again his fragrance. Josiah closed his eyes with delight as your soft body snuggled against his and he let his hands gently slide over your arms.

"Come", you said and took his hand. "Let's go inside. I want to be undisturbed." Nothing better than that, Josiah thought. You haven´t seen each other for a long time and you never got closer than a kiss.

"I'll put these roses in a vase and I'll be right back, Josiah," you said before you went to the kitchen. Josiah looked after you and his eyes wandered over your beautiful body. The dress you wore looked just wonderful on you. Your sexy and feminine way of walking made his heart was beating like crazy and he felt his cock responding to it. "Do you want tea, Josiah?" You called from the kitchen. You knew that Josiah was a tea drinker and he wouldn´t dislike a black tea with lemon. But Josiah thirsted for something else. You were more important than anything else right now. "Yes please, darling!"

You put the roses in water and immediately set about making a black tea for Josiah. When you suddenly felt two strong arms wrapped around your stomach from behind, you gasp a little startled but then you smile and leaning against Josiah's body. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and he sighed pleasantly, he just couldn´t believe that he held you in his arms. Gently, you run your fingers over his arms and closed your eyes.

Josiah looked to the red roses he had brought to you and he suddenly got an idea. He grinned and grabbed a rose, looked at you first. When he saw that you had closed your eyes, he took the opportunity to caress you with that rose. The rose petals glided gently over your neckline and up to your neck. You smiled as you felt that and enjoyed every moment of that tenderness.

"Should I just say it or should I write it on the skies? I'm totally mesmerized by your beauty", he whispered softly and with a deep voice in your ear, which excited you very much. His hand continues to guide the rose over your tender skin. His lips kiss your neck, tender and then more and more intense. "Your soft talks are making the birds change the direction of their flight." His words flattered you very much and you knew that they came from his heart. You became like wax in his hands.

His lips kissed down to your shoulders and you could feel his tongue sliding over your skin. Very slow and tender. "The scent of your body, dearest... drives me wild", he whispered and nibbles gently on your earlobe. You softly moaned his name and you could feel his hard erection pressing against your butt. "(Y/N) you´re such a wonderful woman." he gasped, breathed in your seductive scent. The scent of jasmine. "My dear God, I love you so much, (Y/N)." The good looking magician chuckled softly and that made your body tremble with pleasure. You felt how wet you got between your legs. "Josiah... ah..." You adored him and you wanted to spend the night with him. And Josiah would take his time to explore your body. He couldn´t wait to kiss, caress and lick your body...

"May I?" Josiah asked softly and ran his hands up your sides, placing them gently on your still covered breasts. "Yes. Oh please, please touch me, Josiah." The thought of it was so exciting. And Josiah didn´t wait long. His hands gently squeezed your breasts, kissing your neck and letting his tongue slide over your skin. "You smell so good, my dear" he whispered into your ear and gently put his hand to your cheek and turned your face towards him so he could kiss your full lips.

You turned to him and put your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. Your kiss starts gently at first, but then he became more and more passionate and you both gasped with delight. Josiah let his tongue slide into your mouth, his hand slides under your skirt and pulls it up to stroke the soft skin of your legs.

Josiah's desire for you became more unbearable from moment to moment. Finally, he could feel you, caressing you and taste your body. Did you have the slightest idea how much he wanted you? How much he had missed you? How many times had he just touched himself to relieve that terrible pressure on his cock? One thought of you had been enough to make him hard. And now he feels like he has to rip your clothes off and fuck you hard on that wooden table which stood in the middle of this kitchen. But this wouldn´t be a quick number. No. He would take his time for you. He would make you groan with desire and lust.

You started to open Josiah's waistcoat followed by his white shirt. His mouth moved skillfully on your while he explored you with his tongue, slides in your mouth in and out again. Your feminine body pressed against his muscles and he felt your firm breasts, which nestled against his chest and that elicited him a quiet purr.

Josiah gasped in the kiss because he couldn´t wait to love you under his body. His hands reached for your tender face, kissed you a little slower and gave you the chance to finish this thing. Maybe that was too fast for you, or maybe he overcame you with his way? But you didn´t think about it. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. You felt the heat between your legs because his kisses and his touch excited you deeply. Also, you feel his growing erection, which pressed against you. Your hands reached into his thick hair and you started to play with them. Would they still sit so well after this night? You don´t hope so, because you would like to see him with nasty hair. Wild and disheveled.

Josiah gasped excitedly and at the same time surprised as your hand gently stroked his crotch. Then you unbutton his pants and let your hand slide in. "Oh my..." Josiah gasped delighted and as you gently reach for his cock he closed his eyes with pleasure. When you looked at his face you clearly realize that he liked what you did and that made you smile. You leaned forward, beginning to cover his neck with gentle kisses as your hand plays with his cock and wanders a little further down to gently stimulate his balls.

"Mmh... oh my dear lord. (Y/N)... hah" You chuckled softly, letting your tongue slide over his throat and Josiah's hands lay down on your butt, squeezing the firm cheeks. "Do you want me?" you whisper seductively into his ear and bite into his earlobe. Josiah wanted you at any price and he desired you more than any other woman. "Oh my dear, you have no idea about the wild fantasies in my mind." he gasped. You didn´t know but you couldn´t wait to find out.

You let go of him, but Josiah didn´t hesitate for a moment and lifted you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his hips, put your arms around his neck and gently nibble on his lower lip as he brings you to your bedroom. Josiah found it right away. He led you straight to your bed, where he let himself fall in with you and he urged you directly with a hungry kiss on the pillows. His hands drove greedy and hungry along your soft body, caressing your breasts and he enjoyed touching your tender skin. You couldn´t get enough of his touch and you moan softly. Slowly but surely Josiah took off your clothes and with each piece of clothing he took his time.

His lips touched your skin and he didn´t leave a spot. Finally, you lay naked under him while he still had his clothes on. The only thing he had taken off was his red waistcoat. His pants and his shirt were unbuttoned. But it was so exciting to lie naked in front of him while he still wore his clothes. His wonderful eyes wandered over your body and he admired your beauty. He seemed to memorize every detail. You felt his gaze on you and your cheeks turn red. "You are beautiful my dear. So beautiful."

Josiah's hand slid gently over your belly and he looked into your eyes as his hand moved farther down and then gently touched the core between your legs. You open your legs for him and you are just waiting for your Josiah to caress your sensitive parts. And so did the charming magician. His fingers gently stroked between your folds, then gently circled your clit with them and you moan quietly, enjoying this incredible feeling. You had dreamed of this moment for so long. Josiah lay down beside you, but he didn´t stop touching you. "Does that feel good, my dear?" "Yes..." you whispered and look into his dark blue eyes. You could see lust and desire in them. Josiah's gaze wandered over your body and he purred softly, leaning forward to your ear and biting gently into your earlobe while his finger slips into your sweet pussy. You moaned softly and closed your eyes for a moment.

You were so wet and ready for him and of course, Josiah didn´t miss that. Your body moved seductively before his eyes and Josiah licked his lips. He couldn´t wait to sink deep into your lap. Carefully, Josiah inserted a second finger into you and he searched for your most sensitive point. You knew him best and so you moved his hand up a bit, so his fingers were now on your clit. "Here?" He asks and smiles at you as you nod and biting your lower lip. Oh yes, that's the right spot. You were incredibly sensitive.

Josiah didn´t wait long and circled the little pearl with his fingers, which were already wet from your sweet nectar. "What an enchanting thought that you've already set out to find your sensitive spots," he purred into your ear, then chuckled softly. It turns him on that you already know the pleasures of the flesh. But he would show you more of it.

God, could this man become even more attractive? His voice and his soft chuckle made you crazy.

You claw gently at his forearm as he moved a bit faster in his motion and you felt that you were near your climax. You felt Josiah's tongue on your neck, felt how it slide over your skin and he breathes warm into your ear. "Josiah... ahhh!" "Yes... come for me, my beauty." And suddenly an incredible climax came over you. "Josiah! Ahh!" Your fingers clawed into his arms and that made him moan with pleasure. You smiled and you just felt indescribably wonderful. Your heart was pounding madly against your chest and when you opened your eyes, you looked up in love with Josiah and sighed contentedly. He breathed gentle kisses on your cheek, slid his hand into your hair and whispered sweet words to you. Then he kissed your lips passionately, letting his tongue slide into your mouth and your tongues danced together in desire. You gasp excited, let your hands slide into his hair. "Your body is as beautiful as an exotic pearl my love. You´re so desirable!" he gasped. The charming magician sat up and opened the rest of the buttons on his shirt, then pulled it off and threw it carelessly to the ground. Then he took off his pants and your eyes fell immediately on his hard erection. At the sight of it, you licked your lips. He was just perfect.

Your fingers stroked gently over the hard but silky smooth shaft of his cock and you saw his pre cum spilling out of him. You were more than ready for him and you pulled Josiah down to you. "My dear Josiah..." You put your arms around his back and gently kissed his lips while Josiah positioned himself at your entrance. He teased with the tip of his cock your clit before he then thrust his hard cock in your soft pussy. "Ahhh!" you groan lustfully and look into his wonderful eyes. His gaze wanders over your pretty face and you can see him smile. "You´re so tight, sweetheart! Hah!" And Josiah loved the feeling to be inside of you.

You threw your head on the pillows and closed your eyes, groaning while Josiah thrust himself into you, panting hoarsely and lustfully. You both had been waiting for this moment for so long and it was just perfect. This feeling of being so close to each other was indescribably beautiful. His firm skin on yours, his breath merging with yours and his fingers crossed with yours... It was like a dream. You notice his fresh-minty breath as Josiah leaned forward to cover your neck with kisses. "Josiah, you feel so good!" Your legs wrapped around his hips and your fingers buried themselves in the firm flesh of his arms. That made Josiah go wild and you could hear a low growl from Josiah, which beguiled with lust. In a fluid motion, he moved his hand to your back, between your shoulders and turned with you so that you lay over him.

You sat up and started to ride Josiah and he enjoyed the view of your bouncing breasts. He looked into your slightly flushed face and grinned contentedly, knowing that he was doing his job well. But damn! You did your job even better! His hands covered your firm butt and clawed into it, thrusting his cock hard into you. "Ahhh! Bloody hell!" The soft and sometimes loud moaning came from the bedroom but it was only for you both to hear. You were trapped in your own world and you enjoyed the togetherness that surrounded you. Josiah grabbed one of your breasts, squeezed them and played with his fingers on the hard nipple, driving you crazy with his touches.

You leaned down to him and looked into his eyes. "Come here," he said hoarsely and you could feel his breath on your lips. Josiah sat up and pulled you onto his lap so that you could now continue your lovemaking in a sitting position. The seductive scent of jasmine clouded Josiah's senses and he knew that his climax wouldn´t be long in coming. Your tender hands caress Josiah's neck and over his strong shoulders and he was so beautiful for you. The only man you ever wanted and he worshiped you. You could feel Josiah slipping deeper into you and you heard him softly but moaning with pleasure. Your legs tightly wrapped around his lap, you now ride him more rampant and clawed into his hair, which was now totally messed up. A few strands of his hair had dissolved and now played around his forehead. "Ah! Shit... (Y/N)! '' Josiah leaned forward, letting his tongue run over your breasts. His hands pressed you closer to him and your love game became more and more intense and wilder. ''Aaahh!!'' He clawed lightly into the delicate skin of your back and bit your breast gently took your nipple in his mouth, sucked it enjoyably and lets his tongue slide around. One of his hand wandered between your two bodies, searching for the little pearl between your legs to stimulate you even more intensely. And when he found your pearl and gently rubbed it, you came to an incredible climax. ''Josiah! AHH!'' You moan loud and enjoyable, put your arms tight around his shoulders and grabbed tightly into his hair, as your hot pussy wrapped around his hard cock.

Josiah growled softly and lustfully as his climax came over him. He pressed his hips tight against you, squirting his seed deep inside you. "AAHH! (Y/N)!" This time, his fingers clawed gently into your hair and he breathed in your seductive scent, hugging you tightly and you two are enjoying this intimate moment together. Your arms wrapped around him as if you were afraid to lose him. "Josiah." You whispered and gently kissed his shoulder. Josiah's heart beats fast against his chest but he was very relaxed. This was the best sex he has had in a long time. You looked at each other warmly and Josiah caressed your rosy cheeks. You leaned your forehead against his and smile happily before you chuckle softly. "Oh, Josiah ..." you whispered. That had been wonderful and your heart belongs only to him. Forever. He smiles at you and his eyes sparkled with love. "I love you, (Y/N)." "I love you too, Josiah."

The last months without Josiah now seemed so unreal to you, as if he had never been away. You had been waiting so desperate for him and now he was in your arms. You were probably the happiest woman ever. You and Josiah lie down comfortably in the sheets and you cuddle up to his warm chest, gently stroking your fingers over the smooth skin. Josiah ran his fingers gently over your arm and sighed pleasantly. "My darling now you are finally in my arms. I have longed for you so long", he whispers and kissed softly your lips.

"You know Josiah since our first meeting I dreamed of being in your arms." You confess quietly and smile up to him. He swallowed lightly and he felt very flattered by your words. So much time had passed and you had lost your heart to him years ago. "I only had eyes for you, (Y/N) and when your letters reached me I was very surprised but also very happy that you didn´t forget about me." His charming smile made you very happy and his words made you melt away. "You made me very happy with your confession", he whispers and cupped your cheeks kissed you on your forehead. Tears formed in your eyes because you finally found your luck with Josiah. He smiled at you and wiped the tears from your cheeks. He knew that these were tears of joy, but he didn´t hesitate to tease you a little bit. "My love, was I so bad at our têt à têt?" You laugh silently and shake your head. Josiah knew very well that you had enjoyed sleeping with him. "Josiah, stop that!" Without a warning, Josiah began to tickle you and brought you laughing under his body, but he didn´t stop teasing you. "Stop it!" You laugh happily and when Josiah finally stopped tickling you he cuddled his face into your neck and purred softly against your skin. You both cuddle up in the soft sheets and closed your eyes relaxed. It hadn´t taken long before you both felt into a sweet sleep...

The next morning, as you slowly awakened from your sleep, you didn´t feel Josiah's body lying next to you. Questioningly, you opened your eyes and looked around for your loved one. "Josiah?" But when you saw the red rose next to you on Josiah's pillow, you smiled and relaxed. With a sigh of comfort, you sat up, white sheets wrapped your naked body and you took the rose in your hand. Josiah was so romantic and you had not expected anything else from him. "Good morning, sweetheart." Josiah stood with a tray at the door of the bedroom and you looked at him very curiously. You smelled the delicious scent of scrambled eggs and bacon. And most importantly: coffee. "Good morning, my darling." You smiled at Josiah when he puts the breakfast on the bedside table and he sat down next to you. Lovingly he stroked through your hair and kissed your lips gently. "Did you sleep well, my Dear?" "Yes, very well." You hadn´t slept as well as last night for weeks. "Josiah, you made breakfast for me?" "Of course, darling."

Josiah knew how to treat his sweetheart and how to please her. A red rose and a delicious meal for the morning. Especially since Josiah himself was very happy to bee good to you. You smirked happily and pulled the covers off your body and Josiah's eyes lit up at the sight of your nudity. "Come here my charming magician!" you whispered seductively and pulled him by his waistcoat, kissed him and pulled him onto your body as you dropped into bed. Your meal could wait because your desire for Josiah was far from satisfied. You had a lot to catch up with him...

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queenb-etty · 5 years ago

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They already love you - Zabdiel De Jesus

A/N: Hey everyone! Okay so this is for @whippedforcnco‘s 700 followers writing contest. You deserve it honey, you’re amazing!! Also it happens to be my first writing ever and english is not my native language so please take it easy on me. Any kind of feedback and advice is welcomed. Hope you like it!

I used these two prompts to my story:

A top of head kisses // „Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second”

Summary: Zabdiel finally meets your family which causes him feeling nervous but there’s no reason for it. Later, his anxious behaviour turns into something very different.

Warnings: cuteness overloading and a little light smut at the end

Word count: 1873

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„I don’t think I’m ready, mi amor” Zabdiel says as he watches himself over and over again in front of the mirror in your bathroom. You two always complete each other: you are the one who’s always panicked and don’t know what to do in certain situations while he’s the chilled type, anything happens he always has a solution cause he makes himself time to think about things and he tries to help you everytime.

His bandmates and most of the fans also know that people can’t really make him lose his cool in 99% of the time no matter what. But today that one percent just win. After 5 months of dating you feel that your relationship is serious enough to take it to another level and your family’s been so curious about him for a long time. Plus, he isn’t that busy these days cause CNCO’s tour has ended.

You’re more than ready for him to meet your close family, after you’ve met his mother in a not so perfectly planned way. But what else could you expect from your boyfriend? You managed to go to their concert in New York cause you didn’t have to work the next few days. The only problem was that Zabdiel forgot to tell you that his mother, Noemi’s coming to the show as well. Don’t even have to say your eyes went wide from the news and you couldn’t even breathe properly. You were angry at him in that moment but he didn’t make a big deal of it as he enunciated each word slowly, chilly and guardedly: „She already loves you, you don’t have to worry about it, baby.” But with this, the pressure was even bigger on you, while he made fun of you being the candyass type, however at the end he comforted you of course. At least he was right, his mother and you got along pretty well from the first few minutes. She was so kind and interested in your life, to be honest you couldn’t have dreamed of a better start with her. Before she left, you also promised her that you’d visit her in Puerto Rico if you’d have time.

But now the tables have turned. This time you are the one who’s completely relaxed and chilled, laughing at Zabdiel who changes his clothes for god knows how many times already, being afraid of your family wouldn’t like him or his fashion choices or anything he does.

„They already love you, you don’t have to worry about it, baby.” you tell him smirking as you lean on the bathroom door and watch him rolling his beautiful brown eyes.

„I know exactly what you’re doing and I’m not laughing” he says offended and starts putting on his black tie. You would never ever think that he can be this elegant for a family meeting but at the same time it melts your heart cause it shows that this is so important to him. He also looks so handsome wearing black skinny jeans with a light grey button up shirt covering up his mildly muscular body and now he puts on the tie. He glances at you across the mirror and his pouting behaviour changes in a second.

„Maybe it’s too much with the tie, huh?” his face is shy and he doesn’t say it directly but he needs your help. With a light smile you walk towards him, standing between the counter and him. First you start to untie the black item and the next thing you do is caress his cheeks softly cause you know it makes him relax.

„You don’t have to wear these formal clothes, you know. Just dress up as you want. Nothing’s hotter than being yourself!” this time you have to be the hyper and you know you succeed when he starts laughing like a child and lose all of his nervousness.

„Looking hot in front of your family is not my goal. It’s just I really want them to like me. Cause if they don’t, I have no idea what would I do or how our relationship would go” after a heavy sigh you pull him closer by his face and murmur into his lips.

„They will love you from the first look you give them with those warm and loving eyes of yours” and with that you kiss him gently while he snakes his strong arms around you. It’s pretty intimate between you two because of the shared glances. You know this is real and you love each other truly, both of you want this day to go well. In his previous realtionships Zabdiel never got to the point where he met the girl’s family or the girl being introduced to his family so it was special to him, and to you too. He gives you a lot of light kisses on your forehead and a long one on top of your head. These things are always easy for him to do because of the height difference and he knows it always makes you giggle.

„Flowers, wine, Fifa… Okay, we can go now” Zabdiel says as he walks out of your apartment with the gift bags in his hands. This time he wears a simple white T-shirt with the same jeans earlier and some new Nike sneakers he bought the other day and they make his outfit more colorful. A few days ago you warned him not to buy anything but those words went from one ear to the other cause he „just wanted to give a good first impression to your family”.

On the first day when you met Zabdiel you thought he just wanted to have some fun so you didn’t take him seriously and just countered all his cheeky compliments. After 3 weeks, there came the confession which was he didn’t wanna be just your friend and asked you out to a dinner. You were surprised first because you weren’t awared of his strengthening feelings towards you, but you gave it a try anyway. In fact, it took you a lot of time to trust in Zabdiel and he had to wait quite a long time for you two got intimate but it’s worth it.

Actually, everything’s worth it. You know it as you watch him making your cute grandma laugh with his stories for a million times. He loves fooling around and your granny enjoys jokes so it is an easy way for him. Not to mention your brother. He sympathizes with Zabdi from the moment he sees what’s in the bag he got and they go for a few matches. Of course your brother easily outplays him, cause he plays fifa for years, and now he’s able to triy the newest edition thanks to your boyfriend.

But he has difficult times with your sceptic mother. It’s a much harder situation because of her doubts about Zabdiel’s lifestyle, trustfulness and everything that come with his fame, not to mention the girls topic. First you have to relieve the frosty and awkward atmosphere, but with time he convinces your mother with the love he talks about you, how he treats you and your family. She starts feeling the deep affection and trust you two have for each other and it almost makes her emotional at one point.

After the dinner which is full of happiness and laughter, your grandma persuades you two to stay the night and now your boyfriend watches your childhood photos with awe but you feel a little embarrassed by them especially the one where your face is filled up with chocolate while you’re having a bath. He just hushes you and starts talking about how adorable and beautiful baby you were which makes you smile like an idiot. Later he suggests you to take a shower together but you refuse immediately cause you know exactly where it would lead so you go first and then him. And the next thing you know is you lay in your bed in comfortable silence until Zabdiel begins speaking.

"Hey" he whispers softly in your hair as you lay almost on top of him tracing little patterns on his bare chest. You slowly lift your head up to look at him, a beautiful smile forming on his lips. The lips you love so much.

"They love me… I can’t believe it!" the shy disbelieving look turns into a huge grin and he cannot be happier in the moment. Your face light up too as you adore the man of your dreams in front of you. Maybe he has no idea how much it means to you knowing that your family accepted him, loved him and he was so over the moon about it.

"If they only knew all the things I do to you when we are alone…" his tone goes from sweet to cocky in the twinkling of an eye and you feel your face turning into red from just the thought of it. Of course they know you're not a virgin but they never imagine all those naughty things you two do in the bedroom. Or in the car. Or in a nightclub's bathroom. Or at his bandmates’ houses. Just literally anywhere. Despite the fact that you’re both shy and lowkey with your relationship around people, you always find the perfect way to please each other when you want. Your family met Zabdiel’s cute, nice, respectful and innocent side, but only you know his other, less virginal persona of his. The one where he ties you up to your bed and tease the shit out of you before he fucks you so hard that you can’t walk straight the next morning.

"Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second" you let out a long and heavy sigh as the dirty thoughts fill your head. Zabdiel smirks at you as he knows he got you in the mood by just that one seductive sentence.

"Talent" he says pompously and hovers over you. "I know you need me now as much as I need you so you should keep quiet if we want your family to love me in the morning still.”

"Make me" and with these two words you evoke the dominant side of him which always turns you on so much. He kisses you with so much passion that you already feel it between your legs. You lead your hands to his hair and grasp his blonde curls lightly which causes him moaning into your mouth. This time he uses his two hands in different ways. One goes down between your thighs where you want him the most and starts pleasuring you. At the same time his other hand covers up your mouth cause he knows how you react when he slips his long fingers inside you.

After you reach your highs and says the heartmelting i love you’s, the silence mixes with your heavy breaths in the sex-filled air. Once you calm down, Zabdiel wraps his arms around you, gives a light kiss into your hair and falls asleep soon. But you already think about how you would hide your bruises the next morning from your family.

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Pictures of Reality - Epilogue

Hi everyone! I can’t believe that we have reached the last stage of this journey, but yes, this is the final chapter. I’d like to express my gratitude one last time to all of you for your comments, kudos, likes, reviews and reblogs. Thank you so so much.

Summary: Emma Swan returns to her birthplace, Storybrooke, in search of a fresh start after a life marked by abandonment and betrayal. After a year there, she finds the stability she needed and also the possibility of learning about one of her passions, photography. Killian Jones, a former British war reporter with a tragic past, establishes himself in the same town as an instructor of photography, following in the footsteps of his best friends, the Nolans. What will happen when their paths cross? Will their common passion for photography help them heal old wounds?

Rating: M (Language, mature themes, implied sex)

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, mentions of the loss of a limb in an armed conflict.

Other ships / Characters: Although, obviously, this is a cs fic, Snowing plays a major role here, mainly David. In fact, the story contains three different points of view, those of Emma, Killian and David. Also, Henry appears in the story as Regina’s adopted son but he is not Emma’s biological son.

Beta: I’d like to express my gratitude, as always, to my beta @jarienn972 I’m aware that you have had to deal with a monster of more than 100k words and English is not my mother tongue, so I value your effort even more.

Artist / art: Go visit @imagnifika’s blog and enjoy her amazing art. There are two arts accompanying this chapter, the first one includes a moment that happens at the beginning. Regarding the second one, I'm putting it at the end, for reasons. That art is special for me because I made a request to Kate and she made her magic in no time and create that amazing edit. Thank you so much.

Art for the prologue/ Art for chapter 1 / Art for chapter 2 and banner / Art for chapter 3/ Art for chapters 4-5 / Art for chapters 6-7/ Art for chapter 8 / Art for chapter 10 / Art for chapter 11 / Art for the epilogue

Special mention to @saraswans , thank you so much for your perpetual support, for believing in me when I doubted myself and for offering ideas to make this story grow. Another special mention to @onceuponaprincessworld , It has been a pleasure to chat with you throughout these months :)

Don’t forget to go read and enjoy the rest of the amazing csbb stories and art.

Word count: ~ 8400 (116k total in 16 chapters)

Also on (From the beginning): Ao3 / Ffnet (Current Chapter) Ao3 / Ffnet

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What to expect from this chapter? We’re celebrating Emma’s new birthday… and more…

EPILOGUE

Emma Swan. Storybrooke - October 23, 2018

Even though Killian was waiting for her in the living room, Emma took her time to study her reflection in the bathroom mirror. On the day of her twenty-ninth birthday, she looked exactly like the day before.

Well, that's not entirely true, she thought as she pursed her lips as if to throw a kiss. Since today was her special day, she had pushed herself with her physical appearance, having every intention of leaving her boyfriend bewitched the moment she made her entrance.

Her eyes seemed bigger and the green color brighter thanks to the discreet dusting of eyeshadow that she had applied and just the right amount of mascara. Her lips were an invitation to be kissed and her hair fell in soft golden waves over one of her shoulders, just the way he liked.

True, it was her birthday, she should be the one who received special attention. Killian also didn't need any push to, well, satisfy her in every way, but she enjoyed this game of seduction and already knew in advance that her boyfriend was going to spend the whole evening thinking about the best way to get rid of that dress and have his way with her. If she played her cards well, that might happen even earlier than expected.

Indeed, the chosen dress was perfect for her plans, she checked as she turned to catch the different angles through the mirror. Her attire choice had been a flowing draped creamy dress accented with a gemstone belt. There was also another small detail, a zipper running down the back of the dress so she might need help to finish dressing. After one last look at her reflection, her lips drew a wicked smirk and then she went in search of her improvised assistant.

Killian did not disappoint her. The moment she appeared in the living room, walking toward him while her hips swayed slightly, his eyes locked on her, following her every move. When she got to where he was, she turned around, showing her bare back as she cast a suggestive glance over her shoulder. "I may need some help."

"Bloody hell, Swan. We should be leaving in fifteen minutes." He growled, his warm breath caressing the skin of the back of her neck and sending a chill down her spine.

"Where's the rush? It's my day today. I'm allowed to be late." She purred and then bit her lower lip, feeling the first touch —and she hoped not the last one— of his fingers on her bare back.

An hour later and after being thoroughly satisfied, they finally left his (their) apartment, both wearing the same sated smiles and flushed cheeks.

Their destiny was uncertain, at least for her. The only thing Killian had revealed to her was that they were going out of town to get her birthday present but that, evidently, they would be back in time for the party at Granny's in her honor. Still, on the drive to that unknown destination, she insisted, since she didn't feel particularly comfortable when things were not under her control, even for a good reason.

"Where are we going?”

"Out of town, Swan.”

(Rolling eyes)

“Is my gift something physical?”

“You'll discover it shortly, love.”

(Really?)

“When we arrive? (Yes, I know, I'm behaving like a little girl, but I don't care)”

“Patience is a virtue, just relax and enjoy the ride.”

( Double rolling eyes)

So she had no choice but to ‘enjoy the ride’ by looking out the window and trying to figure out from the different directions they took where they would go. To be honest, she also glanced at Killian from time to time who was exuding total confidence driving his new adapted vehicle as if he had been doing it all his life instead of just for the past three months.

She didn't stop admiring the ease with which Killian had ended up accepting his prosthesis and its implications, using the substitute of his hand to his advantage instead of making it an inconvenience. Still, the road to that level of acceptance had been long and hard — more than two years. Even now, he experienced some rough days, when the frustration of not being able to do something took over him or when the phantom pains of his missing limb paid him an unexpected visit.

Today wasn't one of those days, fortunately, since she couldn't bear to see Killian suffer, whatever the reason. Today his bright smile, his mischievous gaze, and that expression, a mixture of contentment and nervousness — probably due to her impending surprise— made him irresistible in her eyes.

She supposed that they were going to Boston when they passed the sign with that name and turned onto the road that would take them to the center of the city. Her curiosity grew at times while she wondered what would await them there. When Killian started parking a few minutes later, Emma peered out the window, but nothing rang a bell.

She then looked at Killian, "I don't see anything interesting out there. Where are we supposed to be?" She asked, sounding perhaps a little more grumbling than she felt.

Killian smirked at her after rolling his eyes. "I'm afraid we're going to have to walk a bit. Also, I need to ask you a favor. Can I trust you?"

"It depends..." She tried to hide her true feelings by masking them with a halo of indifference, despite the fact that the damn bastard had managed to capture her interest, leaving her a nervous wreck and beyond excited.

"I need to blindfold you until we get to the place. That or you offer me enough confidence to walk there with your eyes closed. So, what's your choice, Swan?"

"I don't get the need for so much mystery but anyway - eyes closed. You’re not going to ruin my makeup for the second time this morning." She pouted as she felt her cheeks flush, recalling the reasons for the first time.

Killian also seemed to remember since, despite his smug grin, the tips of his ears turned a deep red in a way that made him so freaking adorable. Gods! She loved that man.

"Okay, let's do this." He patted the steering wheel of the car and, just as he was about to open the door to get out of the car, he turned to her, raising an eyebrow in warning. "Don't think I'm taking my eyes off you for a second."

"You and I know that, surprise or not, you aren't able to take your eyes off me." She countered. Two could play this game.

"And you and I both know it's all your fault. You're irresistible, love." Without giving her time to react, Killian leaned toward her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before turning and getting out of the car.

He was at her side in an instant, opening the door and offering her his hand to help her out. She pressed her lips together holding back a snort. Always the gentleman... "Now, if the lady would be so kind as to close her eyes..." She gave him one last look, letting out a deep sigh before dropping her eyelids. "Trust me, Swan." He whispered in her ear, sending goosebumps down her skin. Next, she felt him draw her to him slightly and wrap his arm around her shoulders. "Let yourself go."

And that she did. Walking blindly, depending on someone else to guide her steps so as not to stumble or simply not to hit any obstacle on the sidewalk, turned out to be a demonstration of absolute trust in her partner. But, although there was always a bit of innate fear, she felt safe, once again, in his arms.

They didn't walk for long. If her sense of direction didn't betray her, they simply went around the corner and stopped a few steps later. "We're almost there, don't open your eyes yet."

When Killian moved away from her, she felt unprotected somehow and very tempted to do just that - open her eyes. She resisted though. Instead, she decided to use the rest of her senses to figure out what was happening around her.

She heard the tinkling of what sounded like keys, mixed with the ambient noise of the street. Then Killian's warm hand entwined with hers as he pulled her subtly. "We're almost there, just a few more steps, love." He whispered again.

Emma let herself be guided, feeling the temperature rise as they entered wherever Killian had taken her. The outside sound was muffled the moment the door closed behind them, giving way to absolute silence.

Killian pulled her once more, making her walk a few steps, her heels echoing broadly on the smooth surface of the floor. That gave her a clue that they were probably in a large room, getting her curiosity and impatience to increase.

"It's alright, Swan. You can open your eyes now." Killian muttered behind her.

She opened her eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times until her vision adapted to the new lighting in the room. When her gaze finally settled on what she found in front of her, her mouth fell open on a gasp and her eyes widened. "Holy shit!"

Her gaze traveled throughout the room while she remained in awe, unable to believe what she saw. They were in an exhibition hall. And her image - several of her images - appeared in all the photographs that hung on the walls.

Her gaze then fell on Killian who remained silent at her side, his brows furrowed slightly, waiting for her reaction. "You did this, didn't you?" She mumbled in a barely audible voice, her hand waving in an attempt to encompass the entire room.

"Aye?" He wrinkled his nose as he closed one eye, as if suddenly feeling insecure.

"Let's see if I understood correctly... You've organized a photo exhibit in a Boston showroom, using the photographs you took of me?"

"That would be a pretty accurate description." He confirmed tentatively while handing her an explanatory brochure.

The former British war reporter and award-winning photographer, Killian Jones, reappears after three inactive years to present us a new photographic collection, inspired by his muse, The Lady Swan, to whom the exhibition owes its name. True to his style, the collection stands out for the elegance and sophistication of simple lines alternated with powerful lighting games. All the photographs are in black and white, endowing the collection with the sobriety that characterizes the artist.

The complete collection is for sale. All the benefits obtained will go to different non-governmental organizations that currently collaborate in locations of various active armed conflicts, as well as those working in cities that have suffered war attacks.

"Oh my God." A wave of pride, admiration and pure love seized her, causing her to throw her arms around his boyfriend's neck while kissing him hard. "You're bloody amazing." She mumbled in a poor attempt to imitate his accent as she grabbed the back of his head, sprinkling kisses on his cheeks, lips and any exposed skin of his face.

"I suppose that by your reaction, you approve of it." Killian said between chuckles, while trying to respond to her kissing attack with one of his own.

She pulled back a bit of him looking for her eyes. "Are you kidding me? This is wonderful, and I haven't even seen the photos in detail yet... As long as there are not any inappropriate photos... You know what I mean..." Emma raised an eyebrow suggestively while she bit her lower lip.

"You'll have to verify it for yourself." He winked at her, but then his expression changed to a more serious one. "The exhibition hall doesn't open to the public for another week, but I wanted to show it to you before, both as a birthday present and also to confirm that you give us permission to use your image. Just say the word and we will back out. This is important, Swan. " Killian looked at her intently.

She had no doubt that he would do it, that if she didn't agree, he would take down all the photos on the wall with his own hands. That certainty did nothing but increase her feelings towards him, causing a lump in her throat while she looked at him completely stunned, unable to utter any words.

Killian must have interpreted her silence in the wrong way because before she could reply, he continued with his explanation. "It's reward enough for me to have witnessed your reaction. That’s what I wanted when I set up all this, to show you how wonderful you are as a model and maybe, to believe in myself again. I’m getting it now through your reaction. I don't give a shit about what others may think."

"Others, and with others, I mean the rest of the world, are going to be impressed with your art. You deserve to have the rest of the world recognize your talent in the same way that I do." She nodded to emphasize her speech. Her reaction managed to pull a smile from his lips, to which she responded with one of her own. "And now, I may need a special guide to tour this exhibition." Emma offered her hand, ready to enjoy her gift in its entirety.

What impressed her the most about Killian's art work, besides his undeniable talent, was that walking around the room observing the photos was like walking through their shared memories. Each image, from the simple photo of her strolling on the beach at sunset to the photo in which only her hands appeared braiding her hair, all had a special meaning for her, and for both as a couple.

But there were four special photos that caused her to gasp when her eyes landed on them. The first photo was chosen from that photo shoot in early May, when she was wearing his black shirt. Yeah, the one with the bare shoulder.

It was amazing how Killian had managed to capture her enigmatic gaze and convey sensuality and delicacy at the same time. He made her look like a powerful and impressive woman. A strange sensation settled in the pit of her stomach when she saw herself in that startling image, as if she did not identify with the person that appeared.

Killian must have sensed the emotion crossing her mind since he circled her waist with his arms from behind as he murmured in her ear. "It seems that I changed my mind and I've decided to share the marvel I've got for a girlfriend with the rest of the world." "I'm not complaining." She turned her head looking for his lips for a quick kiss. "I look damn good there. I don't know how you did it." "It's all your merit, Swan." "Sure." She rolled her eyes as she continued walking.

The next photo pulled her lips into a smile for both the image itself and the memory behind it. Killian had managed to capture a close-up of one of her eyes and a tear that had begun to slide down her cheek. A new wave of admiration washed over her since he had captured the moment, pausing the tear eternally on its way down. And even though the photo was black and white, the intense brightness of her gaze was evident.

What people wouldn't know was the light source or that she wasn't crying with sadness - well, maybe yes, or, whatever... They had watched Titanic together for the first time a couple of months ago and Killian had made fun of her from the very beginning since she had been trying to hold back tears throughout the film. With the inevitable death of Jack, she hadn't been able to help it anymore and a furtive tear had finally escaped. Killian had decided at that precise moment to grab his camera, of course. And now, they were seeing the result right here.

Approaching the next photo, the one that occupied a privileged place in the room for obvious reasons, she screamed, literally. "Oh my God!"

The dimensions of the photo were somewhat larger than the others, which made it stand out even more. Emma’s image stood in the center of the picture with her back to the camera, submerged up to her waist in a lake. She wore a white dress and over it, a kind of light coat of the same color, adorned with fake feathers. She had her arms raised on either side of her body at shoulder height, the wide sleeves of her cloak creating the effect of wings in the air. Her hair was pulled up in a high bun and her head was slightly tilted upwards, her neck stretched out, her elegant posture emulating a swan. The light at that hour of the day fell over her in such a way that it seemed that a luminous halo surrounded her. The image was hypnotic and powerful and perfect. And it was her boyfriend's artwork.

But the best of all was the story behind that picture. They had found the cloak while walking through an antique market one summer day and Killian had felt inspired, so he had spent the next two days looking for the best location to carry out the photo shoot. Despite her initial apprehension of getting into the water with clothes on, she had enjoyed the photo shoot, following Killian's instructions and contributing with her own ideas since she was enthusiastic about emulating her namesake swan.

Given that the place Killian had found was sufficiently recondite, they had decided to celebrate the end of the session in a rather pleasurable way, gaining not only memories of one of her best jobs as an improvised model, but memories of making love under the trees, a blanket of vegetation beneath them. A warm feeling ran through her body as Emma shared a knowing glance with Killian. Without a doubt, their minds were reliving that unforgettable moment.

She remembered something else too - something not so nice. She had been so excited to see the result of the photos that she had felt totally devastated when Killian had told her that he had inexplicably lost the content of that photo shoot.

"You didn't lose the photos! You're a liar!" She recriminated him poking a finger into his chest.

"Sorry?" Killian gave her an apologetic look, but the grin he wore indicated he didn't feel sorry at all. "I needed you to see the picture for the first time right here, Swan." His lips drew a pout in his attempt to defend himself.

"I want a copy of this photo." She sued.

"As you wish." His head made a slight bow. "You can have all the copies you want, love." He assured.

She looked at the image again, discovering with each glance a new small detail, like the few clouds that adorned the sky. "It's just perfect, Killian. Congratulations."

"Again, the merit is all yours. Well, and maybe the sun also has something to do with it as that day, it decided to grace us with its splendor. But I mean it, you're not only stunning but you're always willing to participate in my crazy ideas. I really appreciate it, Emma." As he spoke he approached her, invading her personal space and placing both his hand and his prosthesis on either side of her waist. She, in turn, encircled his neck with her arms.

"I'm in love with an artist, I'm the privileged one here, believe me."

After being enthralled for a few seconds, both lost in each other's eyes, Killian shook his head slightly, as if trying to get out of the trance and offered his hand to Emma, guiding her to the last photograph of the exhibit.

Again, contemplating the image brought more emotion to her already excited heart. This time her eyes filled with tears and her heart fluttered as she looked at the picture in front of her. A photo of a family hug that she remembered very well, of the day she had finally decided to accept that she was part of a family. She had her back to the camera, but the image did show the faces of her parents, both wrapping her up in a protective hug, wearing the same expression of relief and love.

"That's the only photo of the collection that I took with my mobile, but I felt the need to include it here, since that's your life now - our life." He corrected himself as he reached for her cheek to wipe away the tears.

"See? You ended up messing up my makeup." She made a sound that was half-sob and half-giggle. When she got her emotions to calm down she finally was able to thank Killian properly. "Thank you so much, Killian. This surprise has exceeded expectations and this birthday gift competes with the one I received last year, the one who brought me to you."

"Speaking of which, love, your gift may not be over yet. In fact, I need you to close your eyes again. It will only be a few steps, I promise." He seemed so excited, almost bouncing in place, that she could not do anything but accept, close her eyes and trust him.

Only a few steps later they stopped again while Killian whispered that she could already open her eyes. When she did, she found a new smaller showroom. In contrast to the previous room, the photos that appeared hanging from the walls were an explosion of color. She didn't identify the photos at first, too shocked by all the emotions she had experienced throughout the day. But when her brain finally processed what her eyes were watching, she had to cover her mouth with both hands to avoid screaming again.

Killian had filled the walls with her own photographs, the ones she had taken and edited over the past few months. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized that she was contemplating her first photographic exhibition.

"Killian..." It was the only sound she could utter before a sob bubbled in her throat. Her agitation did not diminish when he handed her her own informational brochure, rather quite the contrary.

The amateur photographer, Emma Swan, presents her first photographic collection, Pictures of Reality, a work that stands out for the ability to immortalize little pieces of the reality of her place of residence, Storybrooke, a town located on the coast of Maine, and turn them into something special, beautiful and full of meaning. The intelligent use of colors in these small everyday scenes gives her work a great visual quality.

She was not just crying now, her eyes were two fucking fountains. Her gaze was so clouded with tears that she wasn't even able to observe her own work. "God, Killian, I hope this is the last surprise, because I swear I'm going to dry up inside."

This time, he did not even bother to wipe her tears, as it would have been an impossible task. He directly handed her a tissue as he pulled her lightly to guide her through the exhibition hall.

Now, she understood his insistence for her to edit her own photographs. He had managed to make everything that hung on the walls appear to be the result of her work, minus the actual printing of the photographs. And she admired him even more for it, for giving her the wings that would allow her to fly to reach her dreams.

"You're bloody brilliant, love. See all those photos? They’re talking, they're telling us stories, you've been able to capture those stories in your images." The smile of pride that adorned his face was enough for her to be about to burst into tears again, but this time she resisted.

There were photos taken from the docks, families walking, an old man sitting on a bench and telling stories to his grandchildren while the kids watched him enraptured. Killian had also included the photo of Olaf, the snowman, the one that she took the day of their practices in the snow. There were also photos of the nature that surrounded Storybrooke, photos of its inhabitants, photos of Henry, of her parents... Even the two of them also appeared, or at least their two hands intertwined.

Something changed in Killian's attitude as they stood right in front of that photo. His usual confidence seemed to have abandoned him, and a slight blush colored his cheeks. It was evident that he was up to something but she was not sure that she could handle even more surprises.

"Don’t you think there's something missing in that picture?" He asked, his chin pointing toward the photo as he reached out to scratch behind his ear.

Emma tilted her head, studying his features from under her lashes for a few seconds until her gaze finally drifted to the image. Her eyes narrowed trying to detect what could be missing. "I don't know, maybe the lighting? Or the saturation? Or perhaps the focus?"

"The photo is perfect both artistically and technically, but there is something missing on one of your fingers." Out of the corner of her eye, Emma watched as Killian pulled something out of his pants pocket and showed it to her. A ring.

"No!" She gasped unable to stop the emotion.

"No?"

A wrinkle of worry appeared on Killian's forehead as he remained still. Dammit! She shook her head and hurried to explain herself. "I mean, it's an 'I can't believe this is happening' sort of no..." She held her breath as she thought her heart was going to explode if he did not make any move.

After a few seconds that seemed eternal, the corners of his lips twisted upwards, the flash of something promising dancing in his eyes. "It would be an honor for me if you'd allow me to be a part of our own pictures of reality by becoming your life partner." Her gaze bored into his briefly until she shook her head in an attempt to get out of the trance. "Is that your way of asking me to marry you, Jones?" "Is it working?" He offered her a tentative smile. "Yes!" "I'm afraid I need you to be more specific here. That 'yes' means that it's working or that you do want to marry me?" "Oh my god, Killian." She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I want to marry you." Emma affirmed before throwing herself into his arms and capturing his lips with hers. An endless number of sensations danced inside her, causing her to feel like floating, not quite sure if what she was experiencing was real or just the sweetest of dreams. Only when they parted to catch their breaths did she realize that he still held the ring in his hand. "What are you waiting for? Put that ring on my finger, Jones." Emma offered her hand palm down. "So demanding, Swan." He smirked while he finally placed the ring where it belonged. "But you love me." "I do, with all my heart."

A flash crossed her mind at that moment when she remembered the first birthday they had shared, his, and the Nol... her parents' warning that he never celebrated it. "Would you let me do something special for you for your next birthday? I mean, I won't even get close to this, but I can try."

"Even at the risk of sounding a bit corny, my birthday will be special enough just by having you by my side."

"You know what I mean, Killian..."

There was a pause in which Emma was able to deduce that Killian was torn between staying anchored to his past or giving the future a chance. The ring she now wore on her finger was an indication and the bright smile he offered anticipated the answer, to her relief. "Even though you don't need to do anything special..."

"I don't need, I want to." Emma corrected.

"Okay then. I won't be opposed any surprise when it's time to celebrate my next birthday."

"Good." Her mind then began to work frantically, searching for ideas about how she might surprise him, now that Killian seemed willing to move on. Maybe that promised trip to London… But there were still a few months left for that. In the meantime, she still had many hours ahead to continue enjoying her special day.

Emma couldn't stop glancing at her new ring on the ride back to Storybrooke. Not even in her best dreams had she imagined that she would end up engaged on her birthday. The possibility of a wedding was something that she wouldn't ever have thought of until now, honestly, since from the day she had chosen to give a new opportunity to her relationship with Killian, she had decided to enjoy the day to day, without thinking too much about the future.

She didn't really need a ring, not an engagement, or even a wedding to consolidate her feelings towards Killian but somehow, the idea of celebrating with all their friends and family the commitment of their eternal love suddenly sounded more and more appealing. She couldn't wait to see the reaction of the others.

"I guess David will jump for joy when he finds out, now that he can finally call you son..." Emma made a deliberate pause. "...in-law."

"Well ..." Killian gave her a sidelong glance before focusing his eyes on the road again. "Your father may be aware of the news already... I... I asked for his blessing the other day..."

"Of course you did." Emma shook her head slightly as she couldn't prevent a smile from appearing on her face at the evidence, once again, of the strength of her new fiance's relationship with her father. A new idea crossed her mind at that moment, something she hadn't thought about until now. When the wedding took place, someone would have to walk her down the aisle and someone would have to be Killian's best man... No doubt David was going to be a very busy man that day.

With that in mind, she leaned against the back of her seat and closed her eyes, letting the last sunshine of the day caress her skin while a sensation of bliss spread through her body.

The first thing Mary Margaret did when Emma and Killian came through Granny's door was to look at her left hand as her eyes filled with tears and then she wrapped them both in a tight hug.

There were other curious reactions to the announcement of their engagement, such as Ruby and Graham's.

"Tell me it was you who asked him, Emma." Ruby demanded with a pleading look.

"Eh, not really." Emma replied slowly, not quite sure what all this was about. Her response caused Graham to raise his fist in the air in triumph as Ruby let out a snort of annoyance as she handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

"Wait... Is this a kind of bet or something?" Killian asked as he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"It's totally a bet. Here, my boyfriend and Ruby had the brilliant idea of betting who would be the one asking for the other’s hand in marriage." Elsa explained trying (and failing) to keep a serious expression.

Emma and Killian looked at each other while Killian raised an eyebrow and his lips began to draw a smirk. She shook her head in disbelief, for not having been aware at any time of the bet of her two friends, but she also felt glad because, with their gesture, they implied that they were certain that the engagement would happen sooner or later.

"It's not funny." Ruby grumbled as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Why do men always have to do it? Elsa, you're my last hope!” Ruby smirked at her, showing that she had already recovered after finding a new target. Graham and Elsa instead blushed in unison as they both looked at the floor. It seemed obvious that soon new wedding bells would sound in Storybrooke.

To the relief of the new couple in love, the other guests began to approach Emma and Killian to give them the appropriate congratulations. Henry was the last to do it. After sharing a hug full of affection with Emma, his gaze traveled from Emma to Killian while he wore a thoughtful expression.

"If the three best photographers in the town will be the main ones involved in the wedding, who will be in charge of taking the photos?" He asked with genuine interest.

"Well..." Killian raised his eyebrows as he glanced at his former students, all present at the event. "I think we have quite a few candidates here who will do a worthy job."

"We learned from the best, professor!" Will shouted, causing the rest of them to clap, while the tips of her fiancé's ears turned a characteristic pink color. There was no doubt that Killian had left a mark on each of them and for one reason or another, that course would always remain in their memories. In hers, of course, the course had a special place.

Once all congratulations on the engagement finished, it was time for another celebration, her birthday, and the reason why the party had been launched in the first place. If she thought the surprises were over after their visit to the exhibition hall and after getting engaged, she was wrong. Maybe she had already known in advance that a party in her honor had been waiting for her in Storybrooke, but what she did not expect at all was to find so many displays of affection, so many smiles, so many gifts. Everything for her, all because of her.

The arrival at Storybrooke two years ago had meant the end of her lonely birthday celebrations, but this was the first time she had done it with a real family around her and with the promise of the new family that she and Killian would soon start.

She kept the tradition of blowing the lonely candle in a cupcake, but now she didn't need to take a selfie to capture the moment, many people volunteered to do so. It was Elsa, the second most advantaged student of the course, the person chosen to immortalize the scene while Emma closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the feeling of being loved, and with the simple wish that both her happiness and that of her loved ones last forever.

The tears shed didn't end with Killian's surprises either. She had never considered herself a weeping person but now that love in all senses of the word ran wild through her veins, she finally allowed herself to express her feelings and be vulnerable.

For that reason, she was unable to hold back the tears when she opened her parent's gift. An old Polaroid camera, the same style as the one Killian still had and like the one she had lost so many years ago. A new wave of affection both to her parents and to her recent fiancé —it was evident that Killian was also behind this surprise— took hold of her.

She reserved the last tears for later, with Killian and the four walls of their bedroom as the only witnesses. Besides the camera, her father had also given her a new letter. Although she had felt the almost unstoppable impulse to read it right there, she had finally preferred to do it in privacy. It was like this: holding the letter handwritten by her father while Killian's arms wrapped her as the happiest day of her life ended. The best part was that that day was only the first of many that were to come.

My dearest Emma,

Happy birthday, my dear daughter. May all your dreams come true.

I’m aware that we have already established that now that we have finally met, these letters are no longer necessary. But, since this has been my only contact with you all these years, would you allow me to write you one last time? Or maybe we could turn it into our little tradition, something just between you and me. Would you like that?

I'm honestly unable to explain in words how utterly happy I am to be with you on this special day and not just settle for watching you in the distance or writing longing letters hoping against hope that one day they would reach to you.

That day arrived at the moment when, in your huge generosity, you decided to forgive us and include us in your life, being part of your family.

I know that I will live the rest of my life trying to compensate you for all these years that we have spent separated. But today is a special day for you and also for us, it's not time to look back to the past but to look forward.

It's likely that when you read this letter you will have discovered the surprises that Killian has prepared for you. You can not imagine how incredibly proud I feel of you, of your talent, of your ability to achieve everything you set out to do.

Maybe your hand, the one that holds this letter, is wearing now something that wasn't there a few hours ago. Killian came to me a couple of weeks ago, telling me all the plans he had for your birthday and asking for my blessing to marry you.

I was aware that this would happen sooner or later, but that didn't stop my heart from bursting with happiness knowing that my family was finally going to be complete, that the person I've seen growing up, my best friend, that loyal and honorable man, will be part of our family officially.

I send my best wishes to you both, so that you are able to build that family that you deserve so much. We will be by your side whenever you allow us, helping and supporting you in this new stage of your journey in life.

I won't assume that I will be the one that walks you down the aisle, Emma, but in case you are so kind to choose me, it would be my most complete honor to accompany you on that special day and witness one of your milestones. We have lost so many throughout your life that I honestly hope not to miss a single one more.

Your father who loves you and will always be by your side,

David.

Killian Jones. Storybrooke - May 3, 2021

It was a bright day in early May. The soft sea breeze ruffled his hair as the warm sun's rays caressed his skin, the salty scent penetrating through his nostrils. Killian was at the docks, leaning over the railing, holding his inseparable camera between his hand and his prosthesis while he captured the magic of the sunset, the sky turning into a canvas of reddish and orange hues.

The ocean had always had a calming effect on him, both the sound and the movement of the waves had managed to alleviate the agony of his heart or make the burden of his past more bearable. Even now, when his heart was not only in peace but overflowing with happiness and his old ghosts were no more than a vestige of the past that only made an appearance from time to time, he still enjoyed the effect of the sea on him. Both he and his wife did so to the point that they had begun to consider buying a boat and making photographic expeditions along the coast of Maine. Or even further, only they would establish the limit.

His wife. He let the word slide through his mind as he could almost taste its meaning by watching the ring in his hand, one of the many proofs that what he was experiencing wasn't a dream, it was real. So real that sometimes the feeling was too overwhelming. This was his life now, waiting for his wife and father in law in one of their favorite spots of the town to later enjoy a peaceful dinner together. It was a simple and perhaps predictable life but he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

Emma had asked him on occasion if he missed his years of adventure traveling to exotic places or working on risky missions so that the world would not forget the most disadvantaged people. The answer was always immediate. No, he didn't miss his previous life, not when he now had something to live for. And he could always fight injustice by offering his services in another way.

Just then, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye, while a sense of anticipation hummed under his skin. He just needed to turn his head slightly to find the cause. Emma, his wife, the imminent future mother of his daughter, the love of his life, was walking towards him, causing his heart to flutter. She looked like a goddess, dressed in all white, her golden hair dancing to the rhythm of the sea breeze, her lips drawing a loving smile and her bright green eyes fixed on him.

His fingers began to tingle so he had no choice but to give in to the impulse, grabbing the camera to capture the image of the impressive woman he had for a wife. She was his muse, the person who had brought inspiration back to his life, after all. Knowing she was observed, she didn't hesitate to pose for him while her hand caressed her very swollen belly.

Only when he was satisfied enough with the result of his improvised photo shoot did she approach him, planting a loud kiss on his lips.

"This tiny little baby is not even born yet and she has already got more pictures than her mother and father together. I don't even want to imagine what will happen to us when she finally decides to arrive. We're going to have to buy a new apartment just to get more walls to hang her photos."

A laugh bubbled from his chest as he pushed aside the camera that hung around his neck to make space for his wife in his arms. "Oddly enough, I wasn't taking pictures of her, but of her stunning mum."

"You mean the whale I've become." She grumbled, her lips drawing an adorable pout. "I honestly can't wait for this baby to arrive, I think I'm going to explode at any moment."

Killian chuckled as he bent over until his face was at the same level as Emma's belly, leaving a delicate kiss on the fabric that covered her as he whispered, "Don’t listen to your mother, little love, she is and always will be the most beautiful woman, at least until you get here, of course."

He didn't need to look at his wife's face to know that she was rolling her eyes at that moment, although the smile pulling at her lips would become wider.

"This baby and her mom are pretty hungry. Why don't we head for Granny's right now?"

It was then that Killian realized that Emma had arrived alone. She and David were supposed to come directly from the newspaper office and then the three of them would meet with Mary Margaret at Granny's.

True to her decision, Emma had begun her studies to become a journalist and she was already in the process of getting it. Meanwhile, she had started to work in the local newspaper under her father's orders, thus achieving not only a source of income but to strengthen bonds with David.

"Where's your father?"

Emma rolled her eyes before answering. "He got a call from Mary Margaret for him to pick her up. Guess where she was?"

"In our house?" Killian asked, knowing in advance the answer for Emma's reaction.

"Yeah, apparently she's found the nicest crib sheet set ever and she just had to have everything ready because of the imminent arrival of this little human being." She pointed towards her belly. Although there was a slight bit of complaint in her voice and her brows furrowed slightly, Killian knew that she didn't mind at all that her mother had taken control of the baby's preparations.

They had previously talked about this and both agreed. Emma understood their reasons, accepting that their granddaughter was going to give them the opportunity to experience all that they had missed with her since, in addition, they had decided long ago that they wouldn't become parents again, that they wouldn't look for a substitute for their lost daughter.

Emma and Killian weren't going to complain if that meant lightening their responsibilities and enjoying more time together. They even have already predicted future dates when their little girl had grown enough to stay in the care of her grandparents from time to time.

"By the way, I caught David again today." Emma's voice brought him back to reality. "He adores you, you know, don't you? He was talking on the phone with someone and he wouldn't stop talking like this 'my son this... my son that...' He seems to always forget the 'in-law ' when he refers to you."

A warm sensation spread to his heart when he heard Emma. The feeling was mutual. If before the ties with David and Mary Margaret were strong, now that they had officially become family they were indestructible. David was not only his father-in-law but his best friend, his co-worker from time to time and the father figure he had needed so much since the loss of his brother. "But you and I know that doesn't bother you, right?"

"Nah, I find it pretty adorable, sort of weird, but adorable nonetheless." Emma offered him a soft smile while her hand caressed her belly again. "And now that I'm talking about him, I'm going to send them a text because my stomach is literally growling. I'm gonna faint if I don't eat any food in the next few minutes." Emma pulled the phone out of her purse and typed on the screen quickly. Next, she offered her hand. "Shall we?"

"We shall." Killian held her hand but instead of walking, he brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles as his eyes locked on hers. "Did I tell you today how much I love you, Swan?"

Emma remained thoughtful for a few seconds before answering. "Only a couple of times, but I wouldn't mind listening to it again."

The adorable smile that appeared on her lips almost made him forget to say the words, but he repressed the desire to kiss her senselessly until a little later. "Just a reminder, I love you Emma Swan-Jones."

"I love you too, Killian Jones. And now kiss your wife already."

He happily obliged.

David Nolan. Storybrooke - May 3, 2021

When David arrived at his daughter and Killian's apartment, he went directly to the small nursery, the room next to the master suite that had served as a dark room before they decided to move into that apartment and transform Emma's old apartment as a photo studio.

Mary Margaret was already there, but instead of keeping busy or simply watching distractedly the bedroom that would welcome their granddaughter in just a few weeks — in just a few days if they were lucky— he found her in the middle of the room, staring at the screen of her phone while covering her mouth with her free hand.

A tug of concern settled in the pit of his stomach as he hurried to get to his wife. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Mary Margaret flinched as she noticed his presence, while she looked away from the phone at him, her eyes full of tears that threatened to spill. "David..." She gasped. Then she shook her head, as if she had finished processing the information, while her face lit up. "Nothing is wrong, it's the opposite of wrong, actually. Everything is perfect." She breathed out while she handed him her phone.

Hi mom! Did dad already arrive? Your granddaughter and I are starving, so we're heading to Granny's now. Don't be late unless you want to arrive when I've devoured half of Granny's pantry. ES

Oh, and mom? Can you get me the jar of pickles that I keep in the cupboard? I may have a kind of craving right now and Ruby texted me to inform me that they have run out of stock. Can you believe it? ES

Mom and dad... David's heart thudded in his chest as his stomach fluttered, when he read those words for the first time. Emma had accepted them as parents a long time ago, and he was aware that she referred to them as such when talking to other people, but never when talking directly to them. Until now.

And the way she had chosen to do it only increased his love for her. She had used a simple text, something causal that in other circumstances would be impersonal, and had transformed it into something magical and special just by using two words. He didn't know if his poor heart would resist when she finally uttered the words out loud.

"Let's go get our daughter and son." David grabbed his wife's hand, pulling her gently while placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. Before leaving the nursery, he took a last look, while a warm sensation spread to his heart. Their granddaughter wasn't yet born, but her bedroom was already full of life, with warm colors, photos, and drawings adorning the walls. Even the old rag doll that was once destined for Emma now occupied a privileged place in the room.

There was no doubt that she would always be surrounded by memories in the form of pictures and stories and, above all, surrounded by the love of her entire family. He couldn't wait to finally meet her, hold her in his arms and never let her go.

TheLadySwan Family, that wide concept that encompasses endless possibilities, such as the unconventional family, without blood ties between its members, but with an indestructible union despite the misfortunes they go through. Or as the family that is reunited after too many years apart and whose members have to re-establish the ties that were broken at the beginning. Or as the family that is about to add a new member, a tiny person who has not yet been born but who has already managed to create unbreakable ties with the rest of her loved ones. Your whole family is looking forward to your arrival, Hope.

This is the end...

I will never be able to thank the mods of @captainswanbigbang enough for creating and organizing this amazing event and for allowing me to participate. Thanks to that, I’ve managed to finish my first MC. This story has meant so much to me on so many levels that this experience will always remain in my memory.

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Rising Sun

Kirishima Fantasy Au!!

Pairing: Prince!Kirishima x princess!reader

Warnings: swearing, drinking, angst

A/n: disaster Baby took things too far again and well, um, eventually falling in love takes a long time and all... so like... this is gonna be a series (if it’s liked enough) lmfao. Huzzah? We love Kirishima. Also, LISTEN, I hate referring to Kiri as Prince Eijirou so that’ll change in other parts of the series but this is formal shit right here and I’m SORRY for EVERYTHING. ALSO LISTEN, I’m just gonna come out and say it: fantasy Kirishima is a got dam dragon (unbeknownst to the dear reader) and you CANT CHANGE MY MIND.

Your H/C hair fell down way past your bare shoulders. You wore a gown made from a nearly weightless material that glinted, light reflecting the fire from the torches that lit up the hall. It fit flawlessly, the dress molded your torso beautifully, complementing your feminine shape. The gown draped past your toes, slightly drifting from your legs. It was the color of lost childhood memories, with patterns that seemed to be changing the longer it was stared at. Its strapless style revealed your precious collarbones wrapping around your smooth, luring, skin.

You would have adored your dress if you had been wearing it for any other occasion. Your father, King Jamtiln of your kingdom, linked his arm through yours, giving you a stern look. You sighed as you heard the harp music begin through the Kirishima temple doors. The doors were pulled open by two scantily clad women, one with bright blue hair, the other with red. You had to stop yourself from frowning. Why couldn’t Prince Eijirou marry one of them instead?

“It’s for the good of our kingdom,” your father had told you over and over. You knew he was right. You’ve seen too many friends come back from war with the Draconian Kingdom burned and wounded from battle. You were just upset that it had to come to you being married off to someone you only met once. Many men had given up their lives for your kingdom so now you had to give up yours for any hope of peace.

Your father slowly walked you down the aisle as the crowd rose for you. To your left, family members and noble people were smiling supportingly at you. You heard whispers of “beautiful,” and “exquisite,” which didn’t numb your nerves. To your right, strange men and women adorned in foreign scarves and skirts stood tall, nodding at you as you walked by. This kingdom’s people were not modest in the way you dressed; they showed off their muscles and their scars with pride. The whispers you heard from that side were in a language you did not understand.

The man your father placed you next to, your betrothed, wasn’t any less modest than the people in his kingdom. His chest was bare with ceremonial patterns painted onto his toned body and he wore black, loose fitting pants that had a crimson scarf wrapped around his hips. His scarlet hair was adorned in gold and rubies, the gold ran down his face and around his jaw with spikes that resembled teeth poking upwards. If you weren’t frightened before, you sure as hell were now.

A high priestess from your kingdom and a shaman from his was to marry the both of you. The priestess invited the room to sitl. As she spoke her words seemed to blur and swirl around in your head. You couldn’t keep up with anything she was saying, you couldn’t keep up with your own breath. Prince Eijirou’s brows knitted together as he watched your eyes dart from his to the priestess and all around the room. When the priestess was finished talking, she bowed her head and took a step back.

The shaman was next to speak. He held his hands high and the crowd on the Draconian side stood. “I’m going to ask that the Prince and Princess embrace for the ceremony.” The Draconian Prince held out his arm to you and you places a delicate hand on his forearm. His calloused fingers wrapped around your arm supportively. In unison, the crowd let out a low guttural grunt. The shaman began to speak in their native tongue, an animalistic nearly growled language, and you knew at this point of the ceremony all you had to do was keep eye contact with your groom.

His eyes matched the rubies in his hair and as the shaman continues to speak, they seemed to get brighter and before you knew it you were entranced, taken in by the story of his people, of his family’s descent, of who he was and how he got there, the story told all through his eyes.

When the shaman finishes speaking, the crowd stomped their feet twice and let out another grunt. The shaman took a torch in to his hands, turned to you and spoke, in English, “when I light this pit,” he gestured towards a round marble table with white logs sticking out of the table’s indent, “that is when the two of you kiss, binding the two of you together, uniting your kingdoms. Do you understand Princess Y/N?” For the good of your kingdom. Not looking away from Eijirou’s ruby orbs, you nod. “And you, Prince Eijirou?” He nods. The shaman lowers the torch and the white logs burst into flames.

There’s a chant like humming coming from the Kirishima people as the prince’s hands tighten around your arm. His free hand finds your back and pulls you towards him, the reflection of the fire danced off his pupils as his face grew closer to yours. Not able to stare for too much longer, you close your eyes.

His lips greet yours and for a moment you are taken aback by the heat of the kiss. His hand leaves your arm and caresses your face, pressing deeper into you. You open your mouth slightly and kiss him back. The crowd’s humming grows louder and you feel as though embers are burning in your stomach. You fight the urge to pull away as the prince grabs your chin, temperatures only rising when his scorching tongue slides in through your soft lips. He pulls away and you breathe out black smoke.

Embarrassed, you cover your mouth. He grabs your hand and turns towards the crowd, lifting your intertwined fingers into the air. Your family’s side claps while the Kirishima side begins to yell and cheer, the prince joining in, with a triumphant roar completing the ceremony.

After the wedding was had, shows were put on for the both of your now joined families. People danced and sang and drank and congratulated the future king and queen. More times than you could count you were offered wine or ale to ease your nerves for what you rued, the inevitable alone time with your husband. Bitterly dehydrated, you only drank water.

When the festivities finish your father and the King of the Kirishima Temple take your husband aside and you are lead by the woman with blue hair who opened the temple doors for you at the beginning of your wedding, to your new bedroom.

“New sheets, finely made for thisss… special occasion.” The woman runs a seductive finger across your bed and walks over to you, slowly, swaying her hips. “I am to dress you, now,” she says laying her long fingers on your bare shoulders. You blush. ‘Dressing you’ meant undressing you and fitting you into a gown to be worn for your husband. You had been used to being put to bed by your Mina back home, a chambermaid you’ve come to trust, but the woman before you who was more than a head taller than you, you did not know and you definitely did not trust.

“You’re nervous,” she purrs, brushing your hair, “is this your first time?”

You gulp. “Yes,” You say, avoiding her piercing gaze.

She chuckles. “Interesting. I suppose that is to be expected of a princess but I often wondered about the social lives of foreigners. Everything is free range to them. You could’ve fucked whoever or… whatever you pleased and quickly dispose of them and slaughter off anyone who would dare speak a word of it. You’ve missed your opportunity.” She waits for you to respond and when you don’t she continues. “Draconians mate for life,” she puts it simply and waits for it to sink in.

You part your lips and she smiles, almost snakelike. For life? The finality of everything, the wedding, this kingdom, the prince, hits you like cobblestone to the head. You knew this. You knew that your future was given up as soon as your agreed to marry the prince. You take a moment to yourself and finally say “so Prince Eijirou hasn’t… either?”

“No,” she says firmly, “but I would not put that against him. Eijirou can be a bit of a brute and this poor fragile flesh of yours,” she says pulling on your shoulder, “well, I won’t be surprised if he has you torn to shreds by the end of the night.”

Your face goes white but your skin seethes with anger. You push her hand away from you. “I think I can handle changing on my own, thank you.”

Still grinning, she takes a step towards the door. “Suit yourself,” she says, “I was only trying to be nice. But I suppose it is all for not. There’s no way out of thiss. He has already marked you when he gave you that… steaming kiss. Do yourself a favor and have some wine before he gets in. You’re going to need it.” With that, she throws her long blue locks over her shoulder and struts out of the bedroom.

Monster, you think as you pace around the bed. Witch! You hand grabs a bedpost. You wish you could throw something, you’re so angry. What a warm welcome into your new kingdom! Your eyes fix on a bottle of wine sitting on a silver platter on top of a dresser. You huff. “Why not?”

Uncorking the bottle, you pour it greedily into a crystal glass. You don’t give it a second to breathe, the dark liquid is already sliding down your throat. It is bitter but you don’t mind it. “To calm your nerves?” You remember so many people asking. More like to ease your temper. Before you know it, the glass is empty and you’re pouring another. You hear someone clear their throat at the door and you turn.

Prince Eijirou is leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed against his bare chest. The paint has been scrubbed away from his body and his once spiked up hair fell down to his shoulders. He was no longer wearing the headpiece that ran your nerves into the ground and his loose fitted pants were replaced by black silky bottoms. Your heart begins to thrum in your chest and your hand holding your glass starts to shake.

Slowly he walks over to you, taking the glass from your hand he gulps it down, eyeing you the entire time. When he is finished he wipes his lips on the back of his hand and says, “you haven’t changed.”

That might’ve been the first thing he has ever said to you. You narrow your eyes and grab the glass back, slamming it down onto the platter. You pour more wine into the glass and fill up the second glass and push that into his chest, the back of your fingers pressing into his skin. So warm.

“Anaya was supposed to help you,” he says, gently taking his glass from your hands.

Anaya, a pretty name for such disaster of a person. “She has helped me plenty,” you sarcastically bite out.

He closes his eyes and sighs. You take note of the ring scar he has on the lid of the eye. You might’ve thought it was cute before knowing that the prince was “a bit of a brute.” He points to the folding screen and says, “your gown should be there.”

Nude and hiding behind the folding screen you take a deep breath. Hiding from the inevitable, you think to yourself. It’s one night you have to get through. Just one night. You pull the red silk gown over you. It fit snugly against your curves and that made you all the more nervous. The top had straps that were supposed to wrap around your neck and be tied in the back and you struggled feverishly to figure out how.

A soft voice called from the other side of the screen. “Do you need… help?” He asked and heat rose to your cheeks.

“No!” You call back, clawing helpless at your back. Damn gown, stupid night, horrible Anaya. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. Eijirou is silent and you wish he would ask again.

Giving up, you step out and away from the screen. Eijirou is staring into his glass and when he looks up his eyes widen. “Oh! It looks…-“

“I do need help,” you gesture to your neck. “Will you?”

You couldn’t tell if he was blushing or if it was just the hue of his skin, still, he nods and makes his way over to you. Holding up your hair, you turn for him and he wraps the straps easily over your soft neck, tying a knot. You let your hair fall down over the spot where it was tied.

You both stand there for a moment before he lays a hand on your arm, caressing you up to your shoulder. He pulls your hair over to the side and lays a gentle kiss against your shoulder blade. You expected his lips to burn you as they did for the wedding but his lips were soft, kisses tentative, no scorching sensation to be had.

He places a hand on your hip, swaying you slightly, as he kisses reach your neck. You catch yourself sighing as you feel his tongue on the back of your ear. You almost forget what Anaya had said when you feel his teeth graze your lobe. Sharp.

“Poor fragile flesh…” your vision begins to blur, “I won’t be surprised if he has you torn to shreds by the end of the night.” The room begins to darken, the hand in your hips begins to pull on your gown, hiking it up. You imagine the man behind you as a monster, readying you to be eaten alive. “Torn to shreds…” Your body goes limp and you begin to fall...

Part 2

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ohforficsakelibrary · 6 years ago

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L’appel du Vide

Chapter 7

Title: L’appel du Vide

Pairing: Michael Langdon X OC

Rating: M overall, M & NSFW this part. TW for choking, mild rough sex, & perhaps the barest hint of consensual non-consent?

Warnings: Language, smut, blood.

Language: English

Chapter Length: 1.9 K words

Summary: After learning who Michael really is, Cordelia appeals to an ancient figure for help. Slow-burn seduction ensues. Contains spoilers for AHS: Apocalypse.

Author’s Note: Happy holidays everyone!

This chapter slots right into the last half of “Sojourn.” Gets a bit smutty. Hope you enjoy.

On a rooftop in Paris, between the night air and a new lover, she feels him calling out to her.

It’s barely there. A weak ringing in her ears. Competing with the traffic below and heady breathing against her neck.

Her name painted on Michael's lips. Someone's talking…

They don’t become old wives’ tales for just any old reason.

She takes her lover deeper as the ringing gets louder.

When she comes it's the only thing she hears.

Michael had ventured into the woods to find himself.

Or at least that’s what he told the warlocks. And he supposed a part of himself needed to be grounded. He wanted to speak to his father more than anything. But he also wanted to escape from those dimly-lit halls. That golden light.

The way it glinted off of her cheekbones.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since that night. The way her hair felt twined in his fingers. The way her body moved under him.

He had wandered through the mist of it, reveling in the way the dew clung to him.

But now, with his beloved Ms. Mead lost to Cordelia's pyre, he staggered through dry California brush. Aimless.

Calling out to his father.

To Lilith.

To anyone who would understand.

She finds him, days later, laid up in a chic Silicon Valley hotel.

Michael catches her reflection in a backlit mirror and immediately sinks to his knees.

Anguished words spill out with hot tears.

In the absence of a mother, she hopes a lover will suffice.

She takes his face between her hands, kissing at the tears that have dripped down his cheeks. She whispers words in his ear that fall short of a spell, and yet they're enough to quiet his pained heart.

A hand finds purchase in the wet gold of his hair. Michael takes her lips between his as he fits his hand between her legs. Searching for comfort on the cold marble of the bathroom floor.

He slips his fingers inside her, coaxing out words in a tongue he's never heard.

His mouth searches hers for language. He wants desperately to learn.

His other hand skitters, broad against her back, holding her against him when he sinks inside.

Lilith’s fingers take the pain when he slams his head back against the countertop.

Her name sent up like a prayer when he comes.

God isn't listening.

But she is.

He tells her of his plans as they lay warm in white sheets. Tells her of the two men who can help him. How once Meade's back, he can't be stopped.

She doesn't question him. Instead running cold fingers over the warm shell of his ear. Over the brands just behind it.

There's something about his naiveté that's endearing. His dogged pursuit of a mission for which he never asked.

She finds it curious that he's never asked for her help.

Not that she would render it unto him.

A warning from his father perhaps.

One well given.

And part of her is disappointed. This is Samael's big plan? Your only begotten son is lost in the desert, dear father.

Give him water—or I will.

She presses her lips to his to quiet his plans. To keep him frozen in time, here in her arms. There's a feeling hanging oppressive in the air.

She's lived long enough to recognize it as the weight of disaster.

Michael pulls her on top of him, where her skin can flush warm against his. He sucks languidly on her lips and she can feel his cock growing hard against her inner thigh.

At seven thousand years, there's not much that catches her off-guard.

But the way her body responds to this man.

This boy.

Who's rubbing his cock against the useless cotton of her panties.

Who draws a moan from her mouth as he ruts against her.

"I wanna be inside you," he murmurs against her mouth.

She decides to tease.

Take back some iota of control.

"Oh?"

What else, Michael? She sends the question arcing across his synapses.

"Wanna make you come."

"If I recall correctly," she leans her head into the hand that grips her hair and moves to cradle her face, "you did. Not long ago."

"Again," he growls.

He feels her teeth against his palm when she grins.

He roughly takes her chin between his fingers, punctuating the action with a thrust that sends his cock rubbing against her clit.

"You're adorable," she taunts, propping her hips up just enough to break contact.

His cock twitches impatiently as he skims his nose across her collarbone.

"Don't make me take it from you," he whispers a faux threat against her neck.

"I'd like to see you try."

"Ohh, Lilith," he purrs, tone deliciously condescending.

He makes a move to flip her over but she's stronger than him by far.

Blue eyes fly wide with impish desire.

He calls upon his magic, tendrils of it stroking her skin. She arches into the shiver that runs up her spine.

But it's not enough to distract her. Lilith laces her fingers through his, pinning his arms down above his head. Michael bucks his hips again, searching out her heat. But she's manifested magic of her own.

It strokes over his ribs and across his chest to tease his nipples.

"Fuck."

She laughs.

His power runs over her lips, causing her to trace its path with her tongue. She notes the way his eyes track the action.

Choke me flits across his mind.

Oh, you precious thing.

She takes his throat in both hands, fingers deftly applying targeted pressure. She goes after his carotid arteries, feeling the way his heart jumps as the flow of blood to his brain slows.

There are perks to being afflicted with her disease.

Intimate familiarity with the way life rushes through veins.

He arches below her, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"You're not trying," she whispers.

One big palm fits against the curve of her neck, thumb stroking over the tendons there.

His other hand molds to her hipbone, scrambling to restore sordid friction.

She grins and holds his neck tighter.

Michael arches his hips up, attempting to throw her off balance, but she holds fast, taking pleasure in the shade of red that paints his flushed face and chest.

His brain is beginning to fog. It's thrilling.

Synapses fire in mild panic. Coherent thought begins to fade. But the animal drive in the back of his brain only registers one manic, desperate thought.

The scorching need to fuck.

To come.

He tries to roll over. One of her legs hooks around his, counter-balancing him.

He's strong, but not strong enough.

Michael starts to whisper as his fingers dig into her thighs.

She lets him cast the spell, out of interest. But she's never heard these words strung together quite like this before.

She expects for her muscles to go weak. Or perhaps to be paralyzed.

She doesn't expect the orgasm that racks her body with such bliss that she immediately lets him go.

Michael doesn't waste a second, instantly flipping them over and slipping himself inside of her, Lilith's muscles still tight from pleasure. She arches into him as he thrusts, wrapping one leg around his hip, fingers skittering over the muscles of his back.

"Does that feel good?" He whispers as she presses her head back into the pillow.

But the waves of ecstasy still coursing through her have stolen her words.

Lilith runs a hand up his chest and again wraps her fingers around his neck, digging in. A drawn-out moan escapes his lips and he pounds into her harder.

"Oh God, Lilith…"

The expression surprises even him.

Irony isn't lost on her.

The closest you’ll ever get is right here.

Sins have always been phenomenally satisfying.

She releases his throat and he shows his disapproval by stilling his hips.

Lilith writhes under him, desperate for more, but Michael holds fast.

So instead, she reaches up—her palm landing hard across his face.

The moan that escapes his mouth nearly makes her come again.

Michael's cheek screams an angry red as his lips crash against hers, hips finding a pace that would have knocked the breath from her lungs had she needed it.

"Michael," she cries against his mouth.

"Again," is his only demand.

She's all too happy to oblige.

She strikes his cheek and he screams, slamming into her as he finds his release. She clenches around him again with a curse on her lips, fingers wound in blonde curls.

Lilith feels the strength leave his muscles when he comes, reveling in the sensation of his weight on top of her.

She allows it for a few minutes before the heat he radiates becomes too much to bear. Michael senses her discomfort and rolls to the side, chest heaving, cheeks ruddied from exertion.

He manages enough coordination to slip a languid tongue past her lips before pressing his forehead against her shoulder.

"You win," he whispers.

She smiles.

She always wins.

An hour later he stumbles from the bed, his body still succumbing to basic human urges. She waits to hear the flush of the toilet and the running of the sink before she sneaks up behind him, glossy, black-polished nails trailing up his sides.

She presses her lips against his shoulder blade as he braces himself against the counter. Her soft, bare flesh meets his back before she finds his gaze in the mirror.

"Where did you learn that spell?" Lilith whispers, fingers playing with the muscles of his back.

"I didn't," and the honesty in his eyes tells her it's true. "It just came to me."

From your father, she thinks.

She wraps her arms around his waist, nose nuzzling the base of his neck.

She understands now what it is about him.

His power.

The strength of it. Its volatility. The way he flirts with impossibility before blowing past it.

The way it surprises even him.

The depths he has yet to explore.

"Were you scared?" Michael asks, watching a momentary furrow crease her brow.

"When you left Eden. Were you scared? When you abandoned your purpose?"

"No." Her answer was instantaneous. Conviction crystalized in steel grey eyes.

She slips around him, sitting up on the countertop as he stands between her legs. His fingers trace patterns into the skin of her thighs as he casts his gaze downward—ashamed of his question.

"I didn’t know fear then, my love," she takes his face in her hands, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "I knew what I wanted. To leave. When I walked through those gates, I did it with every ounce of my purpose," she holds Michael's gaze.

Unflinching.

Her eyes tell him to do the same, but she won't say the words. She wants to speak straight to that boy tucked away in this man's heart. The one whose longing for love nearly paralyzes him.

But it’s not her place.

"I'm so lost," he whispers, on the verge of tears as he wraps his arms around her.

She strokes his hair as her heart shatters for this prized pawn in a father's cruel game.

Lilith wakes in the morning to a heavy heart.

Michael's gone.

Gone to Silicon Valley's best and brightest.

Gone to the new Ms. Mead.

Gone towards his purpose.

Gone away from her.

She sighs deeply, gathers her clothes, and absconds to her own corner of a soon-to-be decimated world.

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mystic-kitten-writer · 5 years ago

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Limerence [M] ︳12

Pairing: Zuko x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW (just a sprinkle of suggestive themes).

Words: 5100+

Notes: Enjoy loves <3

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Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Illecebrous

(English/adj.) Alluring, attractive, enticing.

~ Fire Lord Zuko ~

Firebending; a form of bending that is arguably the most aggressive, and with that, also came with the misinformed perspective of being destructive. ‘It's a balance’ Uncle Iroh often said when we practiced, wise words that seemed only to click now.

With much reluctance, Aang once again tried his best to maintain his posture, despite his laboured breathing. His arms and hands were carefully moving in a circular motion in front of himself as he tried to control the temperature and span of the flames that arose from his hands. I huffed and found myself guiding his hands, “Tense up. This isn’t Waterbending – if you loosen up your muscles, you can easily lose control of the flames.” I criticized. Aang sighed heavily, the muscles in his arms tensing in consideration to my statement, as he tried harder to focus on the span of his flames.

It didn’t come to a surprise that Aang still wasn’t comfortable with Firebending. That wasn’t to say he hadn’t mastered it, but a trained eye could tell he struggled. To be fair, Airbending and Waterbending shared more similarities in favour of Earth or Fire. I could still vaguely remember hearing Toph complain about Aang’s struggle to learn Earthbending. ‘Stand your ground!’ Toph would often shout, till this day, towards Aang. It made sense, Airbending and Waterbending catered to distance, often staying on the defensive side. Firebending, on the other hand, was pure offensive, up-close and personal, intense and purposeful jabs of chi – the very opposite of what Aang stood for.

“Better,” I said with a grin as I noticed the flames were tighter to each other and the heat that radiated from them seemed to intensify. Aang gave me a cheeky smile as beads of sweat dripped from his face before his flames finally died out to nothing but a small puff of black smoke. Aang swiftly began stretching his fingers and jumping around to get his blood pumping, while I observed Aang movements.

“Aang, I really think you should try out some strength exercises.”

Aang looked up at me surprised as he cracked his fingers, “What do you mean? Not buff enough?” Aang said with a taunt as he chinned at my naked torso. I laughed and shook my head, “Not because of that you idiot, for your Firebending. Your flexibility is great for Airbending and Water, but not so much for Fire. You need strength.” I started. It was true. Aang was lean, and quick on his feet. But it also bit him in the ass since he lacked the strength to hold his ground.

“Come on; I’ll let you train with me tomorrow. It’s not like Katara won’t mind an extra muscle or two.” I said teasingly as Aang flushed and scratched his beard. It was funny how different Aang and Sokka were. Aang was shy, a true gentleman, while Sokka, on the other hand, had no filter regarding such matters, often telling me too much information.

“Was that your trick to getting Yue? Showing off your body?” Aang said with a laugh. I grinned sheepishly, remembering that Ying Yue did see my body after just meeting me. The way her face flushed and she tried pathetically to look anywhere but me. It was adorable - her shyness, and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. “Ying Yue? The poor girl couldn’t think straight.” I started, only for Aang to look at me bug-eyed.

“Y-you mean, you guys l-like…did it?” Aang said baffled. It was my turn to burst out laughing at Aang’s horror as I shook my head, “No! She saw me after training. You know I hate training with shirts or anything tight.” I said quickly, only for Aang to let out a breath of relief.

“Sokka would kill you if you kissed her, let alone do that,” Aang said with a heave. I awkwardly scratched my head, “Well too bad, since I did already kiss her.” Aang quickly threw his hands up in the air in defeat, “Nice knowing you Zuko. You were a great man; pleasure working with you.” I looked at Aang with wide eyes, as he said his final goodbyes to me. “Oh come on! She’s my girlfriend; I was going to kiss her eventually.” And to be honest, I would have done more if I had my way.

There was something addictive about Ying Yue.

A sweet forbidden fruit.

I always tried my hardest to be sweet, not rough or controlling like our very first kiss, but it was starting to become harder and harder as every kiss went by. Maybe because the more comfortable we got together, the bolder she became as well. The way she would wrap her arms around my neck, press herself against me, she had no clue how much of a tease she was. Especially when she tried to fight back, be bold and seductive. It was rare for her to fight back, often succumbing to my teases, but whenever she did, it made me work harder. The need to make sure she knew she was all mine was stupid, but I couldn’t help it. I just wanted her; absolutely every single part of her.

“Girlfriend? Damn, you barely referred to Mai as that. You're serious about Yue.” Aang teased as I crossed my arms, “Of course she’s my girlfriend - I gave her the seal, did I not?” Aang raised a brow before shaking his head, “Does Yue know you’re her boyfriend?” I let out a long breath, “What does that mean?”

“And I'm the idiot! Have you ever asked her out properly?” Aang asked. I opened my mouth to answer but realized he had a point. I never did formally ask her out - did I? But I gave her the seal, I brought her here, and I referred to her as my partner to my family, do I really need to ask her out…formally?

Aang seemed to take my silence for an answer because he slapped his forehead in disbelief, “You really are dense when it comes to relationships.” I frowned.

“Well, no shit. If I knew what the hell I was doing, I wouldn’t have my ex and girlfriend living under the same roof and making sure they don’t kill each other – more so the ‘ex’ killing Ying Yue.” Aang laughed before he finally flopped onto the ground, giving up on the ‘warming up’ portion of training.

“Well first off, you already screwed up because we both know that Yue is a lover. Some way or another, she is going to make Mai like her. And second of all – you need to stop doing and start talking about your feelings. Just because you do something doesn’t make your intentions clear.” Following Aang’s cue, I also lounged on the ground, listening to Aang’s ‘words of wisdom.’

He had a point. I wasn’t exactly all touchy-touchy. Sure I did nice things for Ying Yue, I always would – she was always on my mind, never leaving no matter how hard I tried. But Ying Yue, on the other hand, had no issue with just flat out saying what she feels. Hell, she told my Uncle what she loved the most about me, not even I had the guts to do that. The more I thought about it; I realized that the only times I really told her how I felt was when she hinted at it first.

“So…you’re telling me that not only is my ex and her going to be ‘besties’ but I technically still have to ask her out formally?” I said exhausted.

“You don’t have to do anything, but we both know she would be a sucker for that. And we also know you’re a sucker for making her happy.” I groaned loudly before standing up and getting into an offensive fighting stance. “Get up!” I said exasperatingly. I watched Aang stand up and looked at me puzzled.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he asked, but began getting into a defensive position.

“Training. I'm going to kick your ass.” I said annoyed. Aang raised a brow, “Why kick my ass? I just helped you out!”

“Well, the help would’ve been welcomed a long time ago. Now I have to ask her out soon, or else I'm going to feel like a piece of shit for the rest of the week!” I said frustrated. Aang chuckled, “Don’t take it out on me! I'm just trying to help you out.”

“And I'm trying to help you out with Firebending – so pay attention, or else you’re going to learn how it feels having one eyebrow.”

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

I huffed as I glanced upon the small notebook upon my lap, what else could I do? “Sokka! Give me some ideas, things I can do or try out.” I asked. When I didn’t get any response and looked upwards, I saw Sokka lounging on the grass, under the shadow of the large cherry blossom tree, all the while stuffing his face with grapes. I pouted in annoyance, gosh – all this guy does is eat!

“Momo~! Come, look-” I whispered harshly. Momo’s ears perked up as he looked at me and the giant bowl Sokka had. I grinned mischievously, and began pointing at the bowl, “Go on, grab it!” And without another word, Momo dashed to the bowl. Momo didn’t need to be told twice when it came to food. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle when Momo snatched the bowl from Sokka within seconds and ran up the tree.

Sokka sat up straight, his mouth dropped in real disappointment, “Wh-what the hell Momo! Those are mine!” Sokka huffed. I poked Sokka’s shoulder, “Sokka, give me some ideas. What are some things I can try out in the Fire Nation?” I asked again. Sokka grumbled under his breath, “I don’t know, did you write eating in the city?”

I glanced back down to my notebook, ‘eat out in the city’ was written 13 times, now 14. “Is food all you think of?” I asked in defeat. Sokka grinned before flopping back down on the grass. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“Sokka~! Come on, can you please try?” I whined.

“Why are you making a list anyways? You live here now!” Sokka said as he threw his arms up in the air. I frowned. He was right – but he didn’t get the point. I knew it was stupid to think this way, but while I lived here, Aang, Sokka, and the gang didn’t. Once the Earth King visited next week, who knows how long Aang and Sokka would be here for. And all I wanted to do was spend as much time with them before they left. I already missed them, and they didn’t even leave yet…

“Yue…what’s wrong?” Sokka said quietly. My eyes widen in surprise as I noticed Sokka sat up straight now. I pouted and shook my head, closing my notebook. “Nothing…it’s stupid.” I grumbled. Sokka rolled his eyes before he flicked my forehead, “I already know you’re stupid. Now talk.”

“H-hey!” I said taken aback. Sokka laughed before he wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulders, pulling me into a tight hug. I sighed happily, hugging him back, letting my head rest on his shoulder, “I'm going to miss you…” He grumbled, and I smiled – he already knew what was going through my mind. “I'm going to miss you too…” I said sadly. How did Sokka and Suki do it? The distance…it was painful.

“Come on; I know something that will cheer you up,” Sokka said suddenly, standing up and dusting off the grass on his pants. I smiled and grabbed Sokka’s outstretched hand, pulling me upwards. It was scorching outside today, the sun beaming high in the sky, and for the first time in years, I was wearing nothing more than a light summer dress. It felt nice wearing something so airy – a plain baby pink chiffon dress, cinched at the waist and a dainty off the shoulder sleeves.

“Where to?” I asked as Sokka pulled me along and I hugged the notebook tightly to my chest. “To see your man and Aang. They're supposed to be training or something, they invited me, but it's too hot for that. Plus their Firebending? Hell no.” I laughed, mainly because Sokka had a point. Sure, I knew it was going to be hot at the Fire Nation, but today seemed to defy even Fire Nation standards of hot.

“They're practicing outside?” I asked. Sokka nodded his head, “Yeah, so enjoy the sight of a sweaty Zuko.” Sokka said with a laugh. I blushed and slapped Sokka’s arm, “Ow! Gosh, I said look not touch!”

“That’s even worse!” I shouted in annoyance, and Sokka snickered, “Well that’s the most you two will ever do. Hand holding at most. I swear if he tries any funny busine-.”

“SOKKA! I'm a grown woman, fully able to consent to whatever I want!” I said loud, louder than I attended since a few bystanders looked at me a bit flustered. I blushed more, and Sokka flicked my head once again, “You can be 100 for all I care, you’re my little sister!”

“Oh, but Katara can go have fun?”

Sokka gave me a look, “Are you kidding me? It took them years to do anything because I was living under the same roof. But now I won’t be here to watch over you and be the giant cock-block.” I laughed, did Sokka just willingly state that he wanted to be a cock-block? Before more could be said great flashes of light caught my attention.

Sokka stopped, and I looked in front of me, my mouth dropped. Firebending – it really was an underappreciated bending. It was beautiful, the way the flames danced and clashed against each other. Aang and Zuko fought against each other, their bodies tense as they shoot jabs of fire. But my eyes wandered towards Zuko. I’ve never seen him Firebend, and it was one hell of a sight.

His flames were like an extension of himself. Gosh, the way his muscles flexed under the sun and the sweat, I found myself blushing. Sokka poked my cheek, “I swear Yue, don’t get any ideas or else I'll have to castrate Zuko.”

I pouted, how could I not fantasize about Zuko seeing him like that. He was just so- hot, sexy, desirable. I bite my lip, an unknown desire suddenly bubbling out. But that was also a lie. Zuko was gentle, careful, and I could tell he was always holding back. As much as I loved that side of him, I found myself craving more; the roughness and possessiveness of our first kiss. It was also the first and only time he referred to me as babe and Yue.

“Looks like we have an audience,” Aang said suddenly, as he seemed to notice us. Only then Zuko finally stopped, turning around in surprise. I waved shyly, seeing the way Zuko rolled his shoulders back as he relaxed his muscles. He gave me a large cocky smile as he seemed to notice my flushed cheeks. Gosh, I didn’t even watch them fight, I just stared at Zuko as if my life depended on it. “Aang, Zuko totally had you beat,” Sokka said entertained as Aang cheekily rubbed the back of his neck. “I know, Zuko’s flames are no joke.”

Zuko laughed and slapped Aang’s back, “You just need to get more confident. Let’s call it a day?” Aang nodded, walking over to the benches were Aang had his sweat rag hanging. Zuko turned his attention to me as he slowly walked over, “You need to shower.” I said with a light laugh as he fixed the loose bun on his head. He let his hair fall, and I actually fought back a groan, does he want Sokka to kill him? “I feel gross,” Zuko grumbled as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. If this is him feeling gross, what’s him feeling sexy? Oh my gosh, stop acting like Suki!

“Did you eat lunch yet?” Zuko asked. I shook my head, trying to push away the creeping thoughts of desire, “I’m starving because someone here ate all of my snacks.” I muttered. Sokka scoffed, as he furiously denied doing such a thing, what a bum.

“Perfect, let’s grab lunch together. Down in the city? I haven’t gotten a chance to show you around.” My eyes must have lit up because Zuko chuckled. Zuko and me, together, alone, on a date? I was curious to visit the city on my own, but it proved difficult with my redundant status. “Come with me; I'm going to take a quick shower. Just wait in my room; I’ll be quick.”

“Oh - but Zuko, you have my new robes in your room!” Aang butted in.

“Grab them after you wash up, Yue can give them to you if I'm still in the shower.” Aang nodded and soon began to walk off with Sokka, chatting away. “Follow me, I would link arms with you but-” And Zuko quickly pointed at the beads of sweat that fell down his chest to his abs. I blushed once again; he has to be doing this on purpose!

I walked alongside him, and I couldn’t help but notice the curious side looks we got from the servants. It was funny. The servants would often make up excuses to talk to me, asking if I wanted tea or snacks. It came to the point that Lia angrily shooed them all away, ‘if she needs anything she has me to boss around!’ Was the idea of Zuko liking someone that weird? But that also got me thinking of other matters, like the ever-growing hatred Mai has for me.

It was crazy how much I tried to avoid her, like the plague. I did try to befriend her, going up to say hi and talk, only for her to literally scoff at my presence and turn on her heel. Since then, all I have received from her were hateful glares; and we were only on day two. As long as she didn’t try any funny business with me, I could manage with the looks. But something told me that by the end of this week we were going to have at least one fight…although I really hope not.

I knew we entered the palace because the air was suddenly a lot cooler against my skin and I could hear Zuko sigh in relief. Four guards stood at a large door, and in unison moved aside when we got closer, “Avatar Aang and Sokka will be arriving shortly, let them in.” Zuko said, and they nodded. Zuko outstretched his arms and pushed the doors open; then it hit me; I’m in Zuko’s room!

It was silly; it was just a bedroom. But in my head, the bedroom was something personal. It was where one could go to escape, have some time to themselves, get their energy back. It was crazy how much you could learn about a person from their bedroom. “You okay?”

My eyes widen, and I looked up at Zuko with a silly smile, “Uh, yeah. It’s just that, I'm, uh, in your room.” I said rushed. Zuko laughed as he observed how flustered I had become. “You know, if you wanted to be here so bad, you could’ve asked. I would gladly have you here, any day or time.” Zuko said playfully. I blushed and slapped his arm, “Just go shower, will you!” I said embarrassed. Gosh, Zuko probably thinks I'm an idiot. Zuko laughed before pointing at the bed, “You can sit down, I'll be quick, I promise.” He said with a quick wink before he dashed off to another door.

With him gone I could finally observe my surroundings; damn, and I thought my bedroom was huge. The bed alone was the size of my old room; I wonder how big his bathroom was… I quietly walked around, not trying to make it evident that I'm snooping around, but come on, it’s not like Zuko didn’t already know I was a curious spirit. Large windows lined one side of the room, letting the beautiful sunlight dance in the room, and made the place seem more significant.

The room was well-decorated with red, of course, but I also noticed the random relics he had placed on his dresser. Zuko didn’t seem like someone to keep souvenirs; I guess he is a bit more of a softy then he lets on as my hand gently fell upon a few items. I even noticed a vase of fresh flowers on his bedside table,

‘To Zuzu, because you're the best big brother.’

I smiled largely. I knew Zuko and Kiyi were close, but the way Zuko cared for Kiyi was as if she was his daughter. I wondered if Zuko wanted kids, did he even want to get married? I knew he had to, but did he want to?

I looked up and saw that on the other side of the wall he had a bunch of dual swords. That was right…I knew he enjoyed his dual swords, Sokka always grumbled about how well of a fighter Zuko was. But the ones that decorated his room didn’t seem used at all. They were striking, adorned with gems and gold, hell - if Zuko even tried to fight with these I would probably kill him! They were too beautiful to be used in battle.

Gentle fingers trailing down my back caused me to jump slightly and gasp. “Told you I would see it eventually.” A hushed voice whispered behind me. I was tempted to turn around, but a solid arm wrapped around my waist kept me in place, his fingers gently caressing the base of my neck to the middle of my back with ease. The dress I wore was sleeveless, and with my hair up, my tattoo was almost visible.

“Zuko…” I said softly, taken aback from his gentle touches, did that much time already pass? I didn’t even hear the water…

“A cherry blossom tree…with two – no, three cranes flying about…” Zuko said delicately as he continued trailing his fingers down my back until the material of my dress stopped him. I could feel my breath hitch feeling his fingertips begin trailing upwards once again. I had to see him, and with a quick and unexpected twist, I found myself pressed again the wall, happy that I managed to squeeze between an empty spot between his swords.

I could feel my cheeks getting rosy seeing Zuko. He had a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his wet hair leaving droplets all over his dried off torso and onto me. His arm was still tightly wrapped around my waist, but this time, he let his other arm raise above my head as he leaned close to me. We were close, painfully close, our noses just barely touching each other as my blood felt like it was boiling. The overwhelming sense of desire just filling the room.

“Yue…” Zuko said with a heavy breath.

Yue. He finally called me that - Yue. Something he never referred to me besides that one time. But being this close to him made me thirsty; needy. It was the first kiss all over again, but this time, we both wanted more than just a simple, innocent kiss. Like reality hit Zuko, and he realized what he was doing he began to pull away, but I didn’t want that.

No. I was sick and tired of having Zuko dance around me with fear, trying to act all cool and gentleman-like. I didn’t want that; I didn’t fall for Zuko because of that. I fell for him because of the teasing, his confidence, and his overwhelming presence that managed to consume every fiber in my body. Zuko wasn’t going to do anything unless I made a move first, that much was evident with the kiss and fuck. If that’s how he wanted to play, so be it. I'm going to make Suki and Toph proud.

And made them proud, that I did.

I wrapped my arms around Zuko’s neck and pulled him close, pushing him back on top of me and crashing my lips against his out of desperation. My fingers ran through his hair, and Zuko grunted as I tugged. Our hands feverishly danced amongst our bodies, trying to seek something, anything to satisfy the burning desire that wanted to explode. My body felt like it was on fire, a foreign feeling that I could feel in my stomach.

Zuko pulled away, and I whined, my eyes still closed as I frantically tried to pull him back, “Fuck, Yue – babe, you’re going to be the death of me.” Zuko growled as I giggled mischievously, enjoying seeing Zuko come undone. Zuko glared harshly at me, not happy seeing me enjoy the mess I put him in before he pushed me up against the wall once again. I gasped, taken aback, but that all changed when he pushed my head to the side, placing rough kisses down my neck.

My eyes fluttered closed, pleasant sighs escaping my lips as I repeated Zuko’s name like a mantra. “Fuck. Do you know how beautiful you sound? I could listen to you all day.” Zuko groaned as he continued placing sloppy and pulling kisses against my skin. I knew they were going to leave marks, but that’s what he wanted. “Just say the word, and I’ll stop,” Zuko muttered as the kisses he placed slowly started going from my neck to my collar bone and lower. But that’s the thing – I didn’t want him to stop. Not ever. I arched my back, the pleasure just growing more and more –

“YOU KNOW WHAT, I CAN GRAB MY ROBES ANOTHER TIME.”

My eyes widen in shock, and within seconds I could feel Zuko stand in front of me, pulling me close to his chest. Aang’s cheeks were red as he struggled to leave the room, trying desperately to look anywhere but us. But to both of our horror Sokka busted in, annoyed, “Dude, what’s taking you so lon-”

Sokka’s eyes widen, and his mouth dropped. He looked back and forth between Zuko and me. It was obvious what we were doing. My bun was no longer a bun, my dress was barely covering my chest, and Zuko’s towel hung on a thread around his waist. But what terrified me more was that Sokka was silent. I could see the wheels turning in his head, trying to make sense of everything.

“Oh for fucks sakes, get out!” Zuko yelled out annoyed as he tried to lift the top half of my dress. I blushed as I tried to hide behind Zuko’s large frame – oh my gosh. Sokka is going to kill me. I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead…

Sokka sighed heavily before he grabbed a flabbergasted Aang, “I swear Zuko, if I become an Uncle anytime soon-” Zuko rolled his eyes, and quickly started adjusting his towel, “If you don’t leave I'll show the parts that I'll use to make those nephews and nieces of yours!” The door shut behind them and I stood there, stunned.

Zuko finally turned to me, a very confident smirk on his face. He let a finger gently gaze my cheek before falling on top of my parting lips, “You babe, are tempting. Too good for your own good. And if you wanted me that bad, you should have told me. It would have saved us some embarrassment.” He spoke, coolness oozing from every word. He stepped back, and I finally took a breath.

“I'm going to change now so we can go. Sokka is going to yell my ear off.”

“Ah- uh, y-you know. I think I'm going to wait outside.” I said timidly as I tried desperately to control the heat growing within me. Zuko chuckled and nodded, before he pushed some of my hair forward, covering one side of my neck, oh my gosh I have hickies!

“I think that’s a smart idea; self-control is something you don’t have around me,” Zuko said with a teasing laugh. I blushed harder, as I pushed all of my hair to the side, and brushed my fingers through. “See you outside!” I squealed before I pushed through the door and found myself outside.

To my surprise, Aang nor Sokka was there in the hallway. But that was also a good thing; I need to change out of this dress, I can’t keep my hair in front of my chest all day. I walked a little farther away, away from the guards that stood at Zuko’s door as I tried to regain my bearings. As mortifying as it was to get caught, that didn’t change the fact that Zuko was terrific. The kisses, his touches, he was right – I really did lack self-control. Since when did I become so- but my thought process came to a stop when my eyes fall upon a lady at the end of the hallway.

Her eyes met mine, and it was a strange connection – as if I should know who she was. They were familiar, her eyes reminding me of Zuko’s, down to the golden shimmer. Her long raven hair was pin-straight and pushed behind her shoulders, and she held such a lethal smile; almost forced. All giddiness left, and I felt scared, genuinely scared.

“Yue, love?”

I gasped as I turned to face Zuko, who was looking over me with a look of concern. “Are you okay?’ He said as he studied my shock. I smiled feebly and shook my head, “I-I think I saw someone…” I muttered. Zuko frowned as he looked over my shoulder, but she was gone. But she-she was just there…

“Yue…if you want I can tighten security around the palace if you're not feeling safe-”

“N-No!” I said, trying to sound calm but I couldn’t shake the uneasiness. “I-I-I think I'm just a bit overwhelmed. Being in a new place and so many things happening.” I said. But I realized I was trying to convince myself more than him. What has gotten over me? She was probably just a maid! Zuko looked over me begrudgingly, not believing for a second what I was saying, but thankfully he dropped it.

“Come here, let’s get going. Get you some fresh air and food before Sokka kills us…” Zuko spoke gently as he pulled me close and kissed my forehead. I smiled softly. I'm safe…right?

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