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babbushka · 4 years ago

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A December To Remember

Lawyer!Kylo Ren x Reader

4.1k, cw: Possessive behavior; name-calling; unwanted advances from another man; NSFW (Rivals/rival relationship/enemy lovers, PIV, fingering, semi-public sex/office sex)

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When the elevator doors open, Kylo has to physically brace himself. He had heard the music blasting from seven floors away, his discomfort only growing bigger and bigger as the elevator ticked up up up to Gwen’s lobby. His hands clench into fists in his leather gloves, refusing to take them off.

He wasn’t going to be here long, he promises himself as a conga line of santa hats nearly steps on his Allen-Edmonds; he just needed to show his face, have a drink, and get out. The office is all geared up for Christmas, Kylo walks through the winter wonderland of flocked trees decorated in white and gold, garland wrapped around support poles, big faux presents arranged nicely. There’s a live band and although they played well, the music is a bit much, as are the people singing along. Kylo tunes it out to the best of his ability, on a mission, a hunt.

One thing he can at least appreciate, was that this was a cocktail party, which meant everyone was dressed up nicely. Kylo loves an excuse to bring out his expensive suits, Burberry sitting nicely on his broad shoulders. No one could say he didn’t try to be festive – he had put on a black tuxedo made of soft mohair wool, that happened to have a saucy lapel of black satin for some holiday flair.

As he walks through the crowds of attorneys who Kylo has never seen laugh and smile so much in his career, someone hands him a peppermintini. It’s not long before he feels a tap on his shoulder, and he nearly spills the cocktail by whirling around, thinking that at last, he’s found you.

He has half a mind to smile, but whatever he had thought of saying goes out the window when he sees it is not you, but rather it’s his friend Gwen. She’s gorgeous in a silver slinky number that dips down her muscled back very low, and Kylo leans in to press his cheek against hers in greeting.

“Well well well, look who actually decided to show up.” Gwen nearly has to shout to be heard over the volume of the party.

He rolls his eyes at her teasing, takes a sip of the offending holiday cocktail – where the fuck could a guy get some whiskey around here?

“I was invited, wasn’t I?” Kylo replies, even though he’s not really looking at her. Gwen is probably the only person he knows who is as tall as him, and tonight she’s wearing heels which make her actually a few inches taller.

“Yes, but I’ve seen the stack of unopened invitations sitting on your desk.” She snaps her fingers in front of his face, drawing his attention back to her for the time being as she raises a platinum blonde brow, “Let’s not you and I pretend that you’re here because you want to enjoy the cheer of the holiday.”

The both of them exchange a little huff of laughter, because really she was right. Kylo is here because he had heard through the grapevine that you had RSVP’d, and there was nothing that could have prevented Kylo coming to see you if that were true.

“I’ve been informed that it is appropriate to make appearances now and again, even brief ones.” He sighs into his drink, nose crinkling at the sheer minty-ness of it.

“You can’t leave you just got here!” Gwen groans, “Stay for a little while, there’s some people who want to talk to you.”

“Whether or not I stay is contingent to one thing.” He shakes his head with a grimace, and at this Gwen’s sharp eyes sparkle with the light of knowing his secret.

“I last saw her over by the buffet.” Gwen sips her own cocktail, speaking lowly enough so that only he can hear, not like anyone is listening.

“I don’t know who you mean.” Kylo’s palms immediately begin to sweat inside his gloves, and he fixes the wall a hard stare to avoid that knowing look in her eye.

“Between you and me, I’m surprised she showed up just as much as I am that you did.” Gwen scoffs, and that at the very least was something Kylo understood.

As difficult as it was trying to pin Kylo down for something as unsavory as a Christmas party, you were notoriously hard to convince to come to anything for the holidays if you didn’t feel like it. It was one of the things that Kylo appreciated about you – not that Kylo liked you, or anything.

He shakes the thought away from his head.

“But you’re sure she’s here?” Kylo asks, an intensity to his question that has Gwen laughing.

“Yes – and do try not to make a scene.” She pats him on the back, before sauntering away to go entertain.

“What’s a Christmas party without a little scandal?” Kylo mutters to himself, trying to figure out which way the food was.

He recognizes people from six or seven different law firms as he tries to cut his way through the party. Gwen hadn’t been joking, about a dozen men in suits shake his hand and introduce themselves, congratulating him on winning his most recent case. Interns have stars in their eyes when he passes, and Kylo tries his best not to be such a grinch to their faces.

At this rate, he’s starting to get frustrated and irritated, he still hasn’t found you. The peppermintini was long finished, and he didn’t ask for a refill when he passed the bar. The entire outing was shaping up to be a waste, and Kylo is about ready to give up when he finally catches a whiff of your perfume.

“…That’s nice.” He hears your disinterested voice pipe up from a spot on the other end of the lobby where he has wandered, and Kylo lets himself be led to you, using his height to search for you in the jovial crowd.

Some schmuck is trying to herd you in the direction of where a big sprig of mistletoe has been tied under a doorframe, and the minute Kylo sees it happening, jealousy and rage simmer up straight up his spine.

“Isn’t it? I got the sonofabitch off a ten-year sentence. He was absolutely guilty but, that’s not my problem anymore.” A handsome pretty boy with perfectly straight teeth that are practically fluorescent from how white they are tries dazzling you.

“Uh huh.” You sound like you could not care less, and that for some reason only makes Kylo angrier – couldn’t this boy see that you weren’t interested?

Kylo tries to say his excuse me and his pardon mes, as he winds through the lobby on his mission to you. It’s difficult, because you won’t stay still for fucks sake, so every time Kylo thinks he’s just about gotten to you, you take a sharp turn to try and lose the boy’s unwanted attention.

“So anyway I was thinking to celebrate, maybe you can come back to mine after this shindig gets wrapped up.” He says, slipping an arm around your waist.

Kylo’s blood boils.

“Excuse me?” Your tone shifts dramatically, from uninterested to offended at his presumptions. Your body stiffens up at once, and that arm drops from your waist like he’s been electrocuted.

“I brought my own car and everything, we don’t even have to take the subway.” The boy tries to impress you, but you’re having none of it.

“I don’t think so, I have no intentions on going anywhere with you.” You shut his advances down, “Tonight, or any night.”

This angers the boy, which in turn makes Kylo see red, and he doesn’t even realize that he’s literally shoving himself in between happy couples and groups of cheerful friends to close that last bit of distance between you and him.

“Well then what the hell have you been doing this entire time, leading me on like this?” The boy reaches out to grasp harshly around your wrist when you try and make your leave, “Hey – !”

“She said no.” Kylo’s voice is dark and dangerous as he appears behind the boy, who drops your wrist at once.

“Kylo?” The sound of his name on your lips is enough to keep him from killing this boy in a blind rage, and his eyes flick to you in a very curt greeting.

“Listen to me -- and listen to me carefully.” Kylo looms over this lesser attorney, casting a shadow over the boy’s face from the sheer breadth of him, “I am going to close my eyes and count to three. If you are still here bothering this woman when I open them again, I will reach down your throat and rip your lungs out through your mouth and I will make it look like an accident. Understand?”

“Y-yes.” The boy stammers out, nearly chokes.

“Yes what?” Kylo sneers, jaw clenched.

“Yes sir!” He squeaks in terror -- Kylo doesn’t even have to close his eyes before the boy is scrambling away, and everyone around you is snickering at how he’s gone bright red in the face as he leaves the party entirely.

Now that that was taken care of, Kylo holds a hand out for you, which you take automatically. He would never admit to it, but the feeling of your palm against his has him calm almost at once.

“You have to stop doing that, you know.” You say, as Kylo leads you away from the crowded party of the lobby, and out towards the big balcony.

It’s cold outside, the past few days bringing a light dusting of snow, but you don’t seem to mind. You’ve got a fur stole wrapped around your shoulders to keep you warm. Even out here has been decorated to match the Christmas spirit, with twinkling lights covering every available surface.

“Oh but it’s so fun to watch them squirm.” He smiles, pulling you close to him as the two of you rest against the railing.

“No, not that,” You shake your head, “I mean rescuing me. I can handle myself.”

“I know you can, but again, where would be the fun in that?” Kylo only winks, and you lightly smack his arm.

You’re about to say something, when you notice that dangling above both of your heads is a bit of mistletoe, tied together with a red velvet ribbon. It spins ever so gently in the slight breeze from being so high up, and you nudge Kylo’s hand on the railing with your own.

“Look.” You whisper, and Kylo looks up too.

“Now who put that there…?” He grins smooth as ever, as he ducks his head down and kisses you.

Kissing you was rapidly becoming one of Kylo’s favorite pastimes. It was too bad you were such a fucking pain in his side most of the time, if you weren’t so stubborn and difficult, he’s sure you’d spend a lot more time kissing each other.

But then again, you are stubborn and difficult, and you have no intention of stopping. Kylo hates that about you, hates how upset it makes him. No one gets under his skin the way you do, and so he pays you back by giving you the best kiss of your life – that’ll show you.

Your mouth parts for his, eyes closed. Your breaths come out in little sighs, and Kylo feels his body reacting to it. He hasn’t been able to get a good look at you all evening, but when he does, he loves what he sees. You’re wearing a dress in a color that perfectly compliments your skin, in a shape that fits your body exactly how you like it to.

His hands grasp at your hips a little too tightly, making you nip at his lower lip with a teasing smirk.

Christmas has never been something Kylo cared remotely about, but he’s big enough to admit that the lights really do wonders for making you look like a goddamned movie star. You both pull away enough just in case someone were to look out the window or come onto the balcony and see – neither of you could really have that, it was bad enough that there were bets about you through the different firms, the last thing you needed was to let any one side win.

“It’s criminal, how good you look.” Kylo tugs on the fabric of your neckline, “Someone ought to do something about it.”

“Hmm, like what?” You play along, your hand reaching down down down and grasping a hold of Kylo’s cock, ever so briefly, giving in a squeeze.

“Bend you over and fuck you hard, just the way you deserve.” He presses his mouth against your ear, he can practically hear your heartbeat picking up.

“Too bad you scared off poor Mike,” You say with a tsk of your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “I bet he would’ve loved to do the honors.”

Mike, that was the schmucks name? Kylo had almost forgotten entirely about him, about the way he had put his hands on you without your permission. He would make a couple calls, get the kid fired.

Or demoted, at the very least.

He wasn’t sure yet.

“You want to get me mad, is that it? And here we were having such a nice time.” Kylo looks around again, makes sure no one is seeing anything that’s happening out there on the balcony as he snakes a hand up up up your thigh.

“Maybe I like it when you’re mad, maybe I know you’re going to show me a real good time.” You smirk, and Kylo is reminded why he hates you so much, you’re so spoiled, getting whatever you want whenever you want it.

“Such a fucking brat.” He snaps, hand reaching for your and tugging you back through the doors with a, “Come with me.”

Kylo is faced with the party once again and is trying to find the best way to get the fuck out of there, when you pull him in a different direction.

“No – I know a spot, this way.” You bite back a pleased grin, and Kylo has to roll his eyes, letting you lead the way.

Deep deep deep in the bowels of the office, far away from the lobby and all the festivities, the music sounds a million miles away. You’ve tugged Kylo into a conference room with big glass walls and a glass door, like a little zoo enclosure. It’s nearly pitch black, none of the lights are turned on. The only illumination is from the city outside, the ambient glow of New York beginning their celebration of Christmas. The Rockefeller tree shines brightly a few blocks down the road, a perfect view from this conference room.

Fleetingly, Kylo has half a mind to ask you to go ice skating, but then you’re hopping up on the table and spreading your legs, the skirt of your dress hiked up around your hips. You’re not wearing any panties, a pair of thigh garters holding up your stockings – and Kylo’s mind goes blank.

“Aren’t you cold?” He asks, immediately pushing you farther up the table, wanting a better view of your pussy as your thighs rub together from being so exposed.

“Yes,” You admit licking your lips, “But you’ll warm me up, won’t you?”

Kylo groans, bites off his gloves with his teeth, wastes no time in trailing his fingertips through your folds. You squirm at the touch, wanting to be filled by him, any way you could get it. He dips them deeper between your legs, nothing but the sound of your breathing filling the quiet of the room.

“Slut, god what a fucking slut you are – look at you, pussy already wet for me.” Kylo grits out between his teeth, his cock filling out in his expensive trousers, straining against his briefs.

His fingers seek the wet heat of your cunt, and he pumps them in and out slowly while he tries undoing the buckle of his belt. Your hands help him, your legs falling open farther as his fingers bury themselves in your pussy. The stretch is beautiful, and you moan, leaning back until you’re resting on the table fully.

“Are you going to talk? Or are you going to fuck me?” You challenge from your spot on the table, your hands rubbing up and down your stomach, hips lifting so he can finger you a little faster.

“Both, I can do both, fuck you’re sexy.” He huffs, unbuttons his suit jacket, shucks down his trousers and briefs enough to pull his cock out and give it a good few strokes with the hand that’s not thrusting in and out of your cunt, blunt nails dragging against your walls.

“I know.” You’re full of yourself – full of Kylo – and you moan from the thought, “Hurry up, someone could catch us.”

“No they can’t, I locked the door. It’s just you and me sweetheart – thaaaat’s it.” Kylo replaces his fingers with his cock, your folds swallowing him down, oozing and dripping slick all over your thighs.

He shoves in roughly once he’s got the head in, pushes into you in one fluid motion that has your back arching. Kylo grabs at your legs, is careful of your heels as he pins your ankles together and tucks them against his shoulder, your body pressed together as he begins to thrust in earnest.

“Yes! Fucking finally,” Your palms smear sweat on the polished wood of the conference table, and before he knows it, you’re pulling one hand up to lightly smack at his arm. “You know I’ve been waiting here for you for two fucking hours, you asshole.”

Only you could give him such an icy glare while also pushing your tits up for him to play with. Kylo reaches out to pinch hard at one of your nipples, and you whine, your thighs trembling just a little from being held up like this.

Kylo’s big fat cock stuffs you full, your pussy even tighter from having your legs pressed together like this. Normally he likes to look down and watch his dick disappear into you, but he can barely see your face as it is in the dark of the room, so he doesn’t mind. Besides, he can feel you – can feel the way you throb and pulse around him, how you flutter and clench, and it’s enough.

“If I had known – damn you’re tight – you’d be here – fuck (Y/N) – I would’ve come earlier.” Kylo latches himself to your neck, bending you nearly in half as his hips speed up, his balls smacking against your ass as he pushes you up up up the table.

“I – ah Kylo be careful,” You warn him when one of your shoes falls right off your foot and lands on the wood with a thud. He rips the other one off and throws it to the floor, leaving your legs in nothing but the stockings and garters. Your hand tangles in his hair as you press him back down to your throat, where he sucks and bites at your skin. “I don’t know why you couldn’t just fucking call me back. We – oh yes, yes harder come on – we could’ve avoided all this bullshit.”

“You’re the one who hung up on me last time!” Kylo pulls himself more upright, scowling down at you as he grabs your face, gives your jaw a little shake.

“Oh!!” Your body tenses up unexpectedly, his cock accidentally slipping out and pushing back in wrong.

Kylo fumbles just a little bit in the dark, lets your legs fall as he tries to fix the angle, tries to get himself back inside your pussy as quickly as he can. It just feels wrong to not fuck you, it feels wrong to not be joined with you as completely as possible. Even when you’re scowling at him and he’s glowering right back at you – maybe especially then.

“Relax for me?” Kylo strokes your hip with his thumb, and your body gives way for him once again, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes back in and continues fucking you exactly like you like it, “There we go, anyway you wouldn’t have answered me.”

“Could’ve – faster Kylo, you could’ve left a voicemail.” You hiccup, and he hates that you’re right.

He hates it as your body opens up for him, takes him, takes the fucking. You’re such a fucking princess you make him do all the work with a big smug grin on your face before he shifts his hips just right in a way that’s got your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth dropped open. He grabs your jaw again and makes out with you, wants his tongue on yours, wants your teeth scraping against his.

“Sure – fuck you, ugh fuck, I’m – ” Kylo can barely get the words out, kissing you and fucking you in the dark and quiet like this, while everyone enjoys the party just beyond the locked door of the open floor plan of cubicles.

“Me too,” You nod, desperate for him, wanting to come so badly that you twine your fingers into his hair and tug sharply, voice breathy and high and panting as you demand, “Kylo more – !”

He gives it to you, plows his cock into you so hard that he pushes the table askew, makes the chairs on their rolling wheels move all over the place from the effort of it. He bites down hard onto your neck and rubs your clit, rolls it between his fingers while his cock forces itself as deep as it can go, shallow thrusts to fill you up all the way, pushing right up against your cervix, making you yelp out your orgasm.

Feeling your cunt throb and gush for him, Kylo comes soon after, pumping himself in and out mindlessly, the both of you reveling in your pleasure. With a weak shaking hand, you tug down the sleeves of the bodice of your dress, let it fall away from your breasts. Like a moth to flame, Kylo is drawn to your cleavage, and he wastes no time pulling one of your tits out of the pretty lacy bra you’ve got on.

He sucks and kisses at your flesh as his cock pulses and spills more come into you, the both of you trying to catch your breath. He spares a glance up to you, pleased to see you’re fucked out nicely, eyes closed, lips parted and drooling just a little onto your cheek as you’ve got your face turned to one side. Kylo lets his eyes close too, mouths at your nipple until he’s sure he’s emptied himself inside of your wanting cunt.

Then, when he pulls you to sit upright on the table, instead of helping you with your clothes or even cleaning up the mess between your thighs, he stays buried inside of you and fishes his phone out from the inside of his jacket pocket.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a nosy frown, trying to lean around his big hand and see what he’s pulling up on his phone.

Kylo just kisses you quiet, dials the phone and puts it up to his ear while it rings.

“Calling the car to come pick us up and take us back to my place,” He murmurs against the corner of your mouth, before cracking the joints in his neck and grumbling, “Unless you’d rather mingle with a hundred boring nobodies like Mike instead.”

You just scrub a hand down your face with a smile, try to start fixing your hair back to something less mussed.

“I’m starving, can we pick up takeout on the way?” You stretch, wincing when Kylo finally does pull out of you, the feeling of being empty making you grimace just a bit.

He chuckles and kisses you again, lets your arms slip around his neck without any protest.

“Whatever you want.” Kylo kisses your cheek, diverting his attention to the phone call once his driver picks up.

Though the holidays had you at one another’s throats like rabid vicious dogs most days, Kylo wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Because for all the bitching and bickering, there were moments like these. Moments in the dark where you both let yourselves have what it was that you wanted.

And who knew, maybe the new year would bring about a whole new set of opportunities and possibilities, you’d just have to wait and see. One thing was for sure though, Kylo thinks as he helps you off the table and you both search for some tissues or something to wipe up the mess you’ve made, it certainly was a December to remember.

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lukatheselkie · 4 years ago

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HMC - “I’ve missed you. But it seems like you’re not happy to see me.”

@hetaliamondaychallenge

Pairing: England x OC (Wisp)

Warnings: Non-consensual touching/nipping

Some info about the OC I used here! He’s a fae; more specifically, half Ghillie Dhu and half Pixie. I did extensive research and I am being as respectful as I can every time I write him. He’s lived in a birch forest his entire life, though he was discovered by the nations when he was very young. They took him into their care since he’s an orphan, and even though he lives in a birch forest in Scotland now, they still visit and sometimes take him home for a visit. His home is in the forest though. This mentions bows; Lichtenstein gifts him bows, and he absolutely loves them. Some of the others have taken up this habit, so he has an arrangement of bows. Most of the time there’s more bow than hair to be seen. If anyone wants to learn more about him, here’s a link to his form! My profile pic is one of my favourite PiCrews of him.

Wisp lifts his head up when the sounds of the forest around him get quieter. It’s a subtle difference, but it’s there. He had been splashing in the creek near where he sleeps at night, waiting for his bows to be cleaned. The sudden change in atmosphere warrants his attention though, so he grabs his bows out of the water and places them on a nearby rock. He sniffs the air, and frowns at the unfamiliar scent. Who could be visiting him? He clips the bows back into his hair, not wanting to go anywhere without them, and makes his way through the trees silently.

When he gets to the edge of the forest he camouflages himself, just in case. Usually an unfamiliar scent means fae hunter, but not always. It’s dusk, so it’s unlikely the person is a child. But if they are, he has to get to them before anything else does. A bit of water falls into his eyes, and he wipes frantically at it. He should have shaken off his bows! It’s too late now; doing so would surely draw attention. He sniffs at the air again, and follows the scent a few meters to his right. He sighs in relief when he sees Arthur, but it’s short-lived. He un-camouflages himself and stamps over to him, albeit still within the tree line. “Arthur!”

“Wisp!” A smile lights up his face. It’s been a long time since he’s seen that smile, but it doesn’t make him any less upset. Arthur pauses when he sees the frown on the fae’s face. “I’ve missed you. But it seems like you’re not happy to see me.” Wisp bristles angrily.

“One-twenty! One-twenty days! No Arthur! Been gone! One-twenty days!” Arthur sighs heavily. “Wisp angry! Been long!” He looks around for something to throw at Arthur, but doesn't find anything that won’t hurt him. Another drop of water falls into his eye, reminding him of the bows. He yanks off the orange one Arthur brought him last time they saw each other, and throws it at him. “Why!? Why long!?” Arthur sighs again, picking up the wet bow and turning it over in his hands a few times.

“I absolutely deserved that. I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. I know that’s not an excuse, but it’s what happened. I brought you a gift.” Wisp doesn’t stop frowning. He doesn’t even perk up at the mention of a gift. “What’s wrong?” Arthur steps closer. “Are you that upset? I’m sorry. I’ll try to visit every month, if that will make you happy.” He furrows his brows. “A month is thirty days, more or less. Who taught you how to count, anyway?”

��Natalia.” He answers immediately.

“Ah. Has she been by a lot?”

“Every seven day. That week, she says.” Arthur nods.

“Yes, that is a week. Do you know how long I was gone, then?” Wisp scrunches up his nose in concentration.

“Four month.” Arthur nods. Wisp smiles brightly, and hops around excitedly. “Got right! Got right!” He giggles happily. “Got right, Arthur!” He turns to him, and freezes when he catches his scent again.

“There’s something else wrong. You don’t ever frown. What’s wrong?”

“Smell different.” Arthur visibly relaxes.

“Is that all? Thank goodness. I thought it was something serious.”

“Is serious! Why smell different!?” Arthur holds up the hand without the bow in it.

“Alright, alright. It’s either my coat or my cologne. Christmas passed while I was gone and-”

“Chris… mas?” Arthur stares at him for a long moment.

“I forgot you don’t know what that is. It’s easy to take things for granted, I suppose. To put it short, it’s a celebration of friends and family. We get each other gifts and spend time together.” Wisp brings his hand up to the bows in his hair.

“Christmas all time for Wisp.” He smiles fondly at the memories of receiving the bows, and spending time with the people that had given them to him after. Normally, he makes something for them as a thank you.

“You could say that. But it’s on a certain day.” Wisp frowns deeply. “The sentiment is still there though!” Arthur rushes to say, not wanting to see him sad. “Speaking of sentiment, will you open your gift now?” He tugs a small present out of his coat pocket. “It has wrapping on it. You’ll have to tear it off first. Gently.” He knows how the fae is. Unless told to be gentle, he’s not. That could damage the gift, especially with his long nails.

“Still angry smell different.” Arthur laughs quietly.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. Did I scare you?” He nods, sulking. “My apologies. But you know it now, right? I’ll try not to return with the smell, but if I do you don’t have to worry again.” Wisp bows his head and kicks at the ground.

“...Like smell.” Arthur has to hold back his grin. He holds out the gift and his bow. He takes them, sticks the bow back in his hair, and pokes at the wrapping paper on the gift.

“My hands are freezing from the water on your bow. How do you handle it? Do you need some blankets?”

“No. Wisp fine! Warm. Not sure why.”

“You might be able to regulate your temperature. I’ll ask Gwen when I see her next.” Wisp perks up at the mention of the doctor.

“Gwen! Wanna see Gwen!” He wiggles excitedly.

“I’ll tell her, I promise.” Wisp nods, and focuses on the gift in his hand again. He tugs at the wrapping paper, and holds each piece out to Arthur when he pulls them off. He tilts his head when he sees something shiny in the air pocket. “It’s a necklace. I made sure it’s long enough to pull on and off, so if it gets snagged on something it won’t hurt you. It’s strong, too, so it shouldn’t break. But if it does, I can have it repaired. I-I hope you like it.” He feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and turns away. Wisp grabs the shiny chain and pulls it over his head, looking down at it happily. It’s off-white, and there’s something hanging on it. He grabs the hanging thing, and brings it up to his nose to look at. It’s a shiny birch leaf, attached to the chain by something the same colour as the necklace.

“Pretty! Thank!” He runs out of the forest, knocking into Arthur. They tumble onto the ground, Wisp nipping at his cheeks and ears. “Thank! Thank thank thank!”

“Alright, alright! You don’t have to say it so much!” He laughs breathlessly. “I’m glad you like it.” He turns his head in an attempt to hide his deepening blush, but it gives Wisp better access to his ear. He grunts quietly when he bites down hard enough he knows it’s going to leave a bruise. “Wisp, please. You’re too excited again.” The fae scrambles off Arthur, stumbling over his apology.

“S… Ap… So so… Apollo…” Arthur pulls him into a hug so he’ll stop. Wisp cuddles into him with a sigh of content. “Sorry,” he mumbles out, closing his eyes. “Thank for gift. Necklace. Very pretty. Love.” Arthur kisses his temple, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. He should just tell Wisp he loves him. But he has no idea if the man knows what romantic love is. He should start there. “I’m glad you like it. I have a serious question for you though.” He tilts his head to show he’s listening. “Do you know what romantic love is?” He nods.

“Natalia taught.”

“You two are close. Why did she teach you?”

“So Wisp could find someone!” He seems proud of his words. “Someone pretty. Kind. Sweet. Loving. Someone that let Wisp be Wisp. Not upset. Someone that can take Wisp hyperness! Not get tired it. Someone…” He frowns deeply. “No word! No word!!!” Arthur pins his arms to his side.

“Calm down. Please. I know you get aggravated when you can’t find a word for something, but please don’t. Not today. Not here. If we were in your forest, maybe, but not outside.” Wisp takes a few deep breaths.

“Arthur right. Dangerous outside forest. Dangerous not house.” He nuzzles him, then licks his cheek.

“I do wish you would at least warn me before you do that. I know you’re struggling with the concept of consent, but you can at least warn us. Please.”

“Wisp try! Sorry.” He hangs his head. Arthur watches him for a long moment.

“Don’t look so sad. Just keep it in mind for next time.” Wisp nods frantically.

“Will!” He looks up and smiles at Arthur.

“Your hair is an absolute mess.” He smoothes out the damp strands, shaking his head. “Were you washing your bows? I’m sorry I interrupted.”

“Fine!” He giggles. “Nice see!” Arthur’s heart thumps at his cute expression.

“Have you found the person you think Natalia was talking about?” Wisp shakes his head slowly.

“Maybe… Don’t know…” He scrunches up his nose and brows.

“If you have someone in mind, do you mind telling me who?” Instead of saying something, Wisp just points at him. “Me?” He nods sheepishly. Arthur can’t help but smile. “I had you in mind too.” Wisp lets out a happy puff of air through his nose.

“Yay!” He giggles, and hops up to bounce around excitedly. “Love Arthur! Arthur love back!” He bounds around the Brit, who’s still on the ground. “Oh! Can date!?”

“How do you know that word?”

“Natalia show movie! Many! Know kiss too. Can kiss?” Arthur bows his head to hide his blush. Wisp crawls into his lap to look at his face, worrying that he may have upset him.

“Yes, we can kiss,” he practically whispers. Wisp hums happily, and presses his lips to Arthur’s. The kiss is sloppy, and a bit too smiley, but it’s absolutely perfect to him.

#hetaliamondaychallenge #hetalia #hetalia england #hetalia OC #Wisp Lamb

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braveskyered · 6 years ago

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Knights (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Arthur spends time with Gwen and Percy like a good dad should. Sure, Arthur has made mistakes, but I'd say he's a great father.

At least he's better compared to some...

Part 8: You’ve Got My Soul on Fire Tonight

- - -

“Well, Gwen, your turn. What do you think?”

“It's... a loose fuse. We'll... need to replace that?”

“Very good. I'm proud of you.”

“What about me, Dad?”

“You'll have your turn at the next car, Percy,” Arthur resisted the urge to roll his eyes in amusement at Percy's annoyed pout.

Gwen has become much more confident in herself, and her speech impediment has dramatically improved thanks to attending multiple speech therapy classes. She loved maintaining cars alongside her father and has a knack for robotics and welding, often helping Arthur with the maintenance of his prosthetic arm. Her love on the color gray never waned, often wearing dark gray sweaters and skirts with black stockings and white shoes. Sometimes she would wear a white tee over the sweaters if she felt decorative, or gray overalls over white shirts if she felt adventurous. She often wore her hair back with a white headband that contrasts well with her black hair. Occasionally, if she wanted to add some variety, she would add a blue ribbon or a gray scarf, or would place a small blue circle pin that used to belong to Arthur so many years ago.

He isn't really sure why he kept it.

Percy had mellowed down on his tendency for pranks, instead focusing on how to use technology to go past its limit. He would find old computers at second hand stores with Arthur to find and pick apart so he can learn how they worked before building computers from scratch. He also has a knack for programming, and would often work with Arthur or his grandmother Caelia into writing or finding the best programs to get their online business running or handling the more recent car model that often have computers within them. His color preference is mixed, often going for a mix of yellow-orange or purple while wearing semi-formal clothing. He often preferred to wear pressed white shirts with a purple overcoat with a thin yellow scarf. Every now and then, he would wear a familiar skull pin on his vest that Arthur used to wear so long ago.

Why did he keep that one? He's no longer a part of it.

For Arthur, it's hard to believe that the twins are seven years old now, in the First grade in school, and here they are, within the private garage of Four of a Kind Queens, trying their hardest to make him proud by trying to identify parts or problems in car engines with him.

It made him feel like he isn't a failure as a father to his two little mechanics.

The new year has already started, and once the holidays were over, it was time for the Knights family to return to work, and school reopens. During the winter vacation, Arthur took the time to teach the twins about the repair work Four of a Kind Queens is known for, and would occasionally find broken toys or various damaged items to bring back and challenge them to see if they can fix them. Sometimes the twins are able to fix something, sometimes they can't, and that's perfectly fine.

“It's gonna be so boring when we go back to school,” Percy groaned, “The teacher there don't make it anywhere as fun as you do, Dad. I mean, everything in class is just so easy, it's boring! It's all stuff you've already showed us to do!”

Arthur rose a brow, recalling that Percy is often considered a troublemaker in the classroom. Whether it's drawing in class or fidgeting in his seat, Arthur noticed that if Percy isn't doing something to keep himself occupied, he gets antsy. He thought back to seeing Percy's report card along with Gwen's, and both have solids As on all subjects, except for the notes from their teacher saying they're too antsy at times, Percy more often than Gwen.

Maybe he should talk to Elaine about this later, maybe see if they can be moved to a class that will challenge them. Although...

“You know, Percy, in that sentence, it's 'The teacher there doesn't make it anywhere as fun,'” Arthur grinned, “Want to look at the next car? Last one for today, and it's your turn now.”

“Finally!”

“Percy, my car only took like five minutes!” Gwen protested.

Arthur turned away from the twins for a moment to conceal his lips twitching with laughter. It definitely felt strange at first whenever the twins argue over something like this, but he supposed it could've been worse.

“No way, it felt like hours!”

A wave of heat suddenly passed through Arthur, disorienting him. The section of his left arm where metal met flesh felt warm, nearly hot. He turned, and nearly froze at what he saw in front of him.

...A large golden-colored fox? Why are there little white flames floating around--?

The fangs sinking into his arm.

Arthur managed to suppress most of the fear, but then he felt light-headed, and before he knew it, the world was spinning as his vision blurred from the heat. He held a hand against his head, trying to regain focus.

Why does it feel so hot? Why can't he move his left arm?

“Dad?!”

“Daddy?!”

The voices of Gwen and Percy crying out were the last he heard before everything went black.

- - - - - - -

Arthur knew that he isn't wanted here.

Some of the Deadbeats would occasionally try to spook him every now and then, but over time he hardly reacted to them due to his own self-loathing.

The punishment from the wraith was painful this time, too. Two separate burns that resembled a handprint on his right forearm and left shoulder. He always spoke politely whenever Vivi was around, but as soon as she left and the two were alone...

He bit his lip, finally letting the fact sink in his brain with a heavy heart that this haunted manor that Lewis had conjured for them, isn't his home.

It's the home of Vivi, Lewis, and Mystery. This is the home of the Mystery Skulls.

Not Arthur's.

He glanced up at the hallway of the manor, then turned away to head back to the room that Arthur had claimed as a workshop and bedroom of sorts. Of course, he had to pass through the hallway that had those six painting ghosts, but while the Lawyer often spat out words that basically told Arthur to jump off that cliff in the cave and die like the vermin he is, the other paintings silently watched him pass. If Arthur hadn't known any better, he could've sworn that he saw the Woman, the Wrestler, and even the Priest give him what seemed to be a look of pity.

...As if.

Arthur entered the room that he had claimed, or rather, was designated as his by the wraith, which he figured was the room farthest away from Vivi's, and wrapped his fingers around the handle of his backpack. Before he realized it, he was packing some clean clothes as if he was going to be gone for a week when in reality he would only be gone for a day or two. There isn't really much in here to be honest, when most of his possessions are still at Kingsmen Mechanics.

He didn't want to be here.

He couldn't tell Vivi about the wraith punishing him when she was so happy to have everyone back together again. She is the one that kept things from falling apart the first time, and she intends to let it stick after getting Lewis back.

He couldn't be here.

He thought about it, and once mentioned to Vivi and Lewis that he should probably leave the Mystery Skulls.

“Wait, what?”

Why did this have to happen...

“If you're not happy here, then just leave!”

That... didn't turn out as well as he thought it would. The hand print burns he received from the wraith after Vivi and Mystery left, the former in tears, after their argument can attest to that. He looked at his hands, and narrowed his eyes in disgust at the metal that make up his left arm. The arm that fell to the demon's control, the arm that caused everything to go wrong, the arm that took away Lewis's life.

Why?

Why did this have to happen?

He thought that with the truth revealed to everyone a few weeks ago, after the wraith nearly accomplished mission he was so hellbent on achieving, things would go back to normal.

But after today, Arthur knew that it isn't meant to be.

Gritting his teeth a little to keep himself from breaking down, Arthur proceeded to finish packing all the clothes and tools he knew he will need. If the others here needed any of his tools while he's gone, then... well, that's their problem.

His phone vibrated, and he went to check it, it showed that he received a text from Uncle Lance saying that he is on his way to pick him up. Uncle Lance had sent him a text earlier today that asked him to come help at Kingsmen Mechanics for a week if he could. Arthur frowned slightly, thinking about it somewhat, then sent a reply saying that he will work the hours.

He donned his long-sleeved orange jacket to hide the wounds, grabbed his backpack, and left the room. He ignored the paintings and the Deadbeats, and walked towards the main front door of the manor.

“Arthur? Where are you going?”

Arthur nearly froze, then slowly turned to see Vivi walking towards him, concern on her face.

“Arthur, if it's about earlier, please, I don't want-”

“Uncle Lance needs me to help him at the shop for about a week,” Arthur spoke over her, “If all goes well, I should be back by next Thursday.”

Saying it, he isn't so sure. This isn't his home, after all.

Vivi looked hurt, which made Arthur's chest tighten with guilt. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to have her life ruined by him any more than it already has. She had already lost Lewis once, lost a good portion of her memory involving him, and just now she has Lewis back in her life, slowly falling in love with him again.

She held the Mystery Skulls together, better than he could.

“Arthur, you don't need to leave,” Vivi reached out to him, “We can talk this out. I'm so sorry you're feeling like this. If there's anything I can do, please tell me. I just want everything to go back the way it once was.”

Arthur stepped away from her, not daring to invoke the wraith's wrath. The wraith didn't like it when Arthur had physical contact with Vivi, even if she was the one to reach out.

“Vivi?”

Dread went through Arthur's body like lightning, and he struggled to keep a straight face as he saw Lewis in his human form approach while being followed by Mystery. To Arthur's surprise, Lewis actually looked... concerned?

“What's going on?”

Arthur's phone buzzed, which he quickly checked and saw a text from Uncle Lance saying that he has arrived, thankful for the opportunity to escape, he turned to the front door. For some reason, Lewis looked genuinely concerned, with no trace of malice whatsoever.

He figured the wraith is just really good at acting as Lewis.

But Lewis, the kind and caring friend Arthur had known before everything went wrong, is long gone.

“I have to get going, Uncle Lance is here,” he turned to the front door, “I'll let you know when I'm done helping at the shop.”

A lie. He is not coming back here.

She tried to reach out, “Arthur, you don't need to leave, we can talk this out. We just--”

Arthur opened the door leading outside.

Lewis, still acting concerned, tried to reach out, “Arthur--!”

Vivi pleaded with him, “Please...”

“Don't go!”

He stepped away from Lewis's hand and walked out. He didn't bother listening to them anymore as he shut the door behind him. He spotted Uncle Lance's truck on the front yard and jogged towards it, ignoring the noise in the manor behind him. Wait. Now that he thought about it, how did his uncle come out here so quickly?

He didn't care, he's just happy to get out of this hell. He knew that he deserved all the punishment for being the cause of Lewis's death, but it didn't mean that he wanted it. He isn't looking forward to going back there in a week, because some of the bruises still hurt when he moves his arms in a certain way. It still hurt for his arm to reach up higher than his head.

Arthur got into the truck, trying to ignore the look of concern on his uncle's face, only acknowledging the latter's quiet greeting with a weak nod.

...Now he just needs to find a way to hide the injuries and scars from Uncle Lance while he's working.

- - - - - - -

Something roused Arthur from the memory of the last time he saw the Mystery Skulls.

The first thing that came to him was muffled sound, he could faintly hear the panicked cries and howls of a familiar voice while another voice tried to sound comforting. The sensation of touch then returned to him, the heat still permeating through his body, but he felt something cool on his forehead. Arthur waited for his senses to come back, and he started to try moving his fingers. His right hand obeyed, but he didn't sense any movement from his left.

Right... if he fell unconscious, then it's only natural that someone would take off his left arm. He would've had nightmares had he kept it on, and Elaine knew that.

What exactly happened again? He tried to remember. He recalled giving Gwen and Percy opportunities to look at some cars he was repairing for customers to see if they can find what's wrong with them. It was a way to bond with them, while at the same time teach them the civilian family trade.

Despite some senses returning to him, Arthur still felt numb. He could barely move his fingers, and suddenly the sense of smell returned. He thought he smelled something cooking, but couldn't quite recognize the scent as it was too faint to tell. Was it close to dinner time? He really wanted to move to help Elaine with the meal prep. It was one of the few slow activities he truly enjoyed doing with her outside of robotics.

Arthur struggled to open his eyes, and eventually did so after some time. As his vision became clear, he realized that he is in his bedroom. He didn't recall going to bed, though. Was he that tired? He looked around, and saw that Elaine isn't in the bed beside him. He then glanced at the clock on the nightstand to his right and saw that the time was past four in the afternoon. If he recalled correctly, the time was around...

Eleven in the morning?!

He tried to sit up, and found that it took great effort to do so, especially since he only has his right arm to work with. He decided to take it slow to keep a head rush from occurring, and noticed a slightly damp washcloth falling off from his forehead. He noticed that he could move his legs, so he slowly scooted himself back against the bed frame to get into a sitting position.

Where's Gwen and Percy?

“Arthur.”

He heard the jubilant tone of Elaine's voice, and when he turned to look at the door, he saw her looking relieved as she approached.

“You're finally awake,” she breathed a laugh of relief and embraced him, “I'm so glad. How are you feeling?”

Arthur returned the hug with his only arm, “A little disoriented, but I'm all right. Do you have any idea what happened? The last thing I remember is teaching the twins in the shop, and then suddenly it was so hot.”

Elaine grimaced as she let go, “Uh... about that. Do you remember when I told you that in my family bloodline, our power usually awakens once we reach the age of ten?”

He nodded.

“Well, Percy... somehow got his powers early. We didn't think he'd be capable of getting it,” Elaine sighed with concern and turned to look at the door leading outside their bedroom, “The heat you felt was foxfire, and it nearly... well...”

Percy's power? His full attention focused on Elaine, Arthur grabbed her shoulder, “What happened? Is Percy okay?”

Elaine looked uneasy before answering, “From what we were able to gather according to Mama Vivienne and Nana Niniane, Percy's foxfire is a lot stronger than most other types. He didn't know how to control it since it emerged while you guys were at Queens. When he got impatient, he transformed into a kitsune, and the foxfire went out of control, and you got caught in the crossfire.

“If it hadn't been for the protections Nana Niniane and I gave you, the foxfire would have most likely killed you.”

Arthur's heart stopped. He almost died? Wait! That's not important!

“Where's Percy now?”

Elaine looked down with a solemn expression, “He's... having trouble changing back. He's locked himself in his room and hasn't come out. Not even Gwen can get through to him. He's upset that he hurt you since the foxfire fried the circuits in your arm, and... he knows that you're afraid of kitsune.”

Arthur looked at the stump that made up his left arm. Yes, a kitsune did do this to him, even if it was to save him, but the trauma was too great for him to ignore. It taught him at just what a kitsune is capable of doing, and it taught him to fear it. Yet... he only met two other kitsune besides Mystery, the one who saved and traumatized him at the same time.

The first being Niniane. Even though she knew that Arthur is afraid of her other form, she still helped him by blessing him with protection. It wasn't enough to stop all the nightmares or sad memories that plague him, or stop all of the possible harm one could get, but it was enough for Arthur to know that Niniane cared about him. It was enough for his life to be saved from an accidental death.

The second now being Percy, if his other form is a kitsune, then he is also capable of causing so much damage and pain and suffering. Unlike Mystery or Niniane, Percy is just a young boy at seven years of age. To Arthur, it would make sense if his son had no idea how to control his power if it just came to be.

Elaine said that Percy is distraught at almost killing him by accident.

Just like Arthur was when the demon forced him to kill Lewis.

…No!

He is not having this. He knew it was an accident. He knew that Percy didn't want to hurt him on purpose. He knows better than to assume otherwise.

He is not the wraith. He will not make the same mistake!

Arthur started to get off the bed, ignoring Elaine's small protest. He saw that he is dressed in his sleep wear, so he decided not to bother with changing clothes (Elaine probably did it while he was unconscious). He thought about getting the previous model of his prosthetic that he kept in the lowest dresser as a spare, but thought better of it. It wouldn't do anyone favors if Percy were to fry the circuits of his spare arm.

“Where's Gwen?” He looked at his wife.

Elaine blinked before pointing at the exit, “She's staying with Percy outside their bedroom door. Somehow, she wasn't affected by the foxfire. I don't think she's getting through to him.”

Arthur nodded, and once he got his bearings, he left the bedroom and walked over to the door that lead to the twin's bedroom, spotting Gwen sitting against the front door, her head into her knees. Gwen looked at him in surprise and relief, and Arthur can tell with a heavy heart that she was crying. He could hear his son crying from within their bedroom.

“Daddy...”

“I'm okay, Gwen,” he proceeded to knock on the door, “Percy?”

“Dad?!” He heard footsteps that rushed to the door before stopping, “You... You're okay?”

“I am, Percy. Will you let me in?”

“N-No!”

Arthur smiled sadly, “Why not? Am I not allowed to see my own son?”

There was silence until Arthur heard a click from the door. Hearing this, Gwen immediately made a grab for the door and went inside, crying out her brother's name. Arthur let Gwen go after her brother as he noticed Elaine walk up to him, nodding at her, he then looked in the twins' bedroom and came across an interesting sight. Huddled near the corner is a large gold colored fox with a single long tail and a white underbelly. On the fox's face, a white spot is marked above and between its pale blue eyes.

It didn't take a genius for Arthur to know that the fox is his son, since Gwen is beside him rubbing the fox's head. He should have felt fear, but instead, he only felt concern and love for his son. He slowly approached, only smiling sadly when he saw the fox flinch at the sight of him.

“G-Go away! Don't look at me! I hurt you! You fell asleep and wouldn't wake up! I couldn't stop the fire, I--”

Arthur cut him off by kneeling beside him and wrapping his arm around Percy's neck and holding his head to his shoulder, the closest to a hug he could give with his one arm. Gwen, seeing the opportunity, hugged her brother with both her arms.

He nuzzled against his son’s head, “I forgive you, Percy.”

“...Dad? But... you hate foxes! Mom said that foxes scare you! Why are--”

“How can I hate you or be afraid of you when you're just a big and fluffy puppy?”

He heard Elaine give a snort. Percy tried to somewhat wrestle away from his embrace, but Arthur isn't willing to let go.

“Did you want that to happen?” Arthur asked, moving his hand to the back of Percy's head.

“N-No! I didn't want to be a fox! I didn't want this to happen! I didn't want to hurt you or scare you or--!”

Words weren't going to get through to the distraught mindset his son has now. He held his son's head closer to himself slightly and closed his eyes. He started to hum the song that plagued his heart and soul.

This time I might just disappear...

Whoa-o-o-oh

This time I might just dis-

His heart still ached when he hummed this lullaby, especially since it reminded him of the past he swore to leave behind.

Oh mo mo mo mo

Oh mo mo mo mo (Oh yeah)

Oh mo mo mo mo oh

But that old heartache is nothing compared to what his son must be feeling now. He felt Percy shift slightly beneath his grip. He felt his daughter's hand on his right side.

This time I might just disappear...

Whoa-o-o-oh

This time I might just dis-

No matter what, Arthur will endure the pain, the painful memories, the nightmares this lullaby will bring him later tonight, all for the sake of these two children. He will live for their sake alone.

Oh mo mo mo mo

Oh mo mo mo mo (Oh yeah)

Oh mo mo mo mo oh

Once the lullaby concluded, Arthur noticed that Percy felt lighter. Opening his eyes, he saw Percy back in his normal human form, clinging to him while crying. Elaine is nearby to Arthur's left with one hand on Percy's shoulder, another hand on Arthur's left. Gwen is still holding on to Percy and himself on his right. Arthur wished he had his spare arm attached. It would've made a good group hug.

But if there is one thing Arthur knows for a fact, is that he will not abuse his son for doing something outside his control like the wraith had done to him for the exact same reason. He has loved and accepted Percy since the day he was born, and accepted that there will be obstacles to overcome once his power awoke, and knew that the same will apply to Gwen once her power emerges as well.

He still fears the kitsune in general, but he will never fear his son. And if by some chance Gwen becomes a kitsune herself, then he will continue to love and accept her as a father should.

The four remained together until it was time to eat their dinner.

Arthur briefly wondered with Elaine when Gwen's power will surface, but for now, he will continue to comfort Percy until the boy has it in his head that Arthur has forgiven him.

The two ended up getting their answer four days later when they discovered the twins' bedroom covered in snow during that morning. Percy is awake and shivering, while Gwen slept without a care in the world, her skin as pale as the snow.

Well... at least it wasn't as disastrous, until Elaine realized with a groan that they'll have to replace everything in the bedroom from the furniture to the carpet.

* - * - * - * - *

Notes: Why didn't Mystery do anything to stop him?

Is it just me, or did something about all this seem off to you?

So Percy is a kitsune with a single tail so far to signify his young age, while Gwen is a Yuki-onna? Their powers emerged earlier than expected according to Elaine. At least Arthur didn't get too badly hurt thanks to the protection blessings. Sure, Elaine and her family probably could've blessed the house with multiple protections to prevent accidents like that from happening, but if they did that, then it most likely would've resulted in more harm than good. I heard that too much magic can interfere with machines and whatnot.

A heated argument between the Mystery Skulls... What do you think happened?

Part 9: Brainsick Lyrics

#mystery skulls animated #msa arthur #msa fanfic #fanfic #arthur kingsmen #msa #msa knights #gwen knights #percy knights #elaine knights

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goofygoldengirl · 7 years ago

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Shipping Fics Self Rec List!

Valentine’s Day draws near and to get ready for the season of loving, I decided to come of with a list of five shipping fics that I am proud of. It proved to be quite a challenge considering I normally stick to character fics.

All That Glitters. Ladybug/Chat Noir. Miraculous Ladybug. G

When going after an akumatized robber, Ladybug and Chat Noir embark on one of their most exciting and challenging adventures yet!

I love a good adventure romance and it came as no surprise to me when I decided to write one for this Miraculous duo. When you get down to it, it’s about falling in love; of realizing that the person you care about the most has been by your side the entire time. And like any good old fashioned adventure story there are twists and turns, a fight between good and evil, and in the end our heroes get a happy ending to share together.

A Mistake. Professor Sycamore/ Lysandre. Pokemon. T.

It all started when you were twenty-two...

Many people, myself including after playing XY, have wondered what exactly was the relationship between Sycamore and Lysandre, and how Lysandre started off with good intentions to end up as the leader Team Flare, and his eventual plan to destroy Kalos. So I penned a plausible story: of a passion that sets off a chain of events that leads to Sycamore and Lysandre questioning their motives, goals, and how it ends in tragedy. I challenged myself to write in the second person, so that the reader could feel like they were interacting with the story as they read it.

Beside Him Every Step. Kevin/Gwen. Ben 10 Omniverse. G.

After the encounter with The Rooters, Kevin and Gwen settled back to their normal lives. But they both knew that things had been changed.

This one dates alll the way back to good ol’ 2014, but re-reading it, I feel like it still holds up. I tried to portray Kevin and Gwen’s struggles after the whole Rooters arc. Back in Alien Force season 3, it was heavily implied that Kevin suffered from depression, and I tried to portray the fallout as realistically as I could. I especially made a point to have Gwen be aware of that there is no magical fix that could make all of Kevin’s problems go away. You can offer your support, help, but sometimes you just have to be there by their side.

Catch Me If I’m Falling. Jessie/James. Pokemon. M.

The lines between teammates, friends, and lovers all paralleled and intersected each other throughout the years, and now James found himself tangled up in trying to decipher the everything that Jessie meant to him and the distance his cowardly self had propped up between them.

Catch Me If I’m Falling is still a work in progress with a long way to go, but I’m putting it here because I absolutely love writing it. For those of you who’ve been reading my fics for awhile, you might have noticed that I love character dynamics and this fic thrives on it. Clashing personalities, conflicting feelings, layers upon layers of complexity that mesh together in all its chaos. It’s another fic about falling in love, but the kind that makes the butterflies twist instead of fluttering about inside you. It’s about missed chances, lost moments, denial and regret that lead to a realization that comes too late.

Two For Joy. Loki/Leah. Journey Into Mystery. G.

He knew this feeling; it was difficult to pin down, but he knew he had experienced it before.

I still think that this is the best emotional fic I have ever written and that nothing can surpass it. It is about one of the simplest and purest forms of love: finding happiness in making your loved one’s world shine bright. Of finding a light that dimly glitters in the darkest of moments before fading away. The comfort one gesture or a phrase can bring. And how no matter if the future is bleak, you are reassured by the fact that the person you care about the most is by your side.

#self fic rec #self fanfic rec #fanfic rec #fic rec #ladynoir #perfectworldshipping #gwevin #rocketshipping #lokileah

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valerie-royeaux · 8 years ago

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Lulaby

So, here’s another post from the Dragon Age RP I’m GMing. It sheds some light on what is going on in this post. It is written by Gwen Cousland’s player. As usual, please, avoid spoilers in the comments. =)

The party for the Grey Wardens is a success. They seem to enjoy themselves and the nobles also have their fun, well… most of them do. For some of them the night has only just begun.

Gwen, Anora and the happily intoxicated engaged to be married couple are escorted to a waiting carriage just outside the royal palace. As they approach the waiting transport, Alfstanna walks, more like wobbles ahead pulling Fearchar by the hand so they can climb in the front seat. Gwen doesn't notice the quick exchange and curious glances between them as they move past her for she's far too entranced by the shy smiles Anora is sending her way.

As she hears her grandpa whistling at the horses to get them going, she feels the butterflies in her stomach getting restless as she remembers Anora's words from earlier.

We'll have our party later.

As she looks towards Anora to ask when their party can officially begin, the words die on her lips at the sight of the smoldering look she's receiving. She doesn't need any further encouragement and her hands quickly find Anora's waist, pulling her closer and into a searing kiss.

It's a short drive and by the time they arrive, the occupants of the backseat are already flushed and out of breath. They take a few moments to recompose themselves before they step out of the carriage. Gwen throws her goodnights over her shoulder as she pulls Anora inside. She doesn't even glance in Fearchar and Alfstanna's direction or she'd see the blatantly knowing look they share.

They rush up the stairs in a fit of giggles like two little girls who just got home from some boring gathering and who can finally go to their room to play. It'd be the same if only their definition of 'play' didn't divert so far from playing pretend with dolls.

"Finally." Gwen says out of breath as she reaches their destination. She rushes inside pulling Anora by the hand as she turns to close the door behind them.

She doesn't even have time to turn to face Anora before she feels a pair of hands on her hips spinning her around. Anora presses her body flush against hers, effectively pinning her against the door before whispering huskily in her ear.

"I'll say, my love. Do you have any idea how hard it was watching you dancing all night and having to keep my hands to myself?"

Gwen gasps, surprised by the forwardness in her words. She keeps forgetting about this bold Anora until she finds herself trapped under her stare. As Anora presses her body further into hers, taking a hold of her neck with her lips, she releases a low throaty moan.

"I don't know…" She puffs out between moans. "Why don't you tell me?" Anora stops her assault on Gwen's neck to stare into her eyes. Seeing a teasing smirk on plump lips that gets promptly erased by a hungry kiss. Gwen smiles into the kiss, more than happy to be overpowered by the imposing figure before her.

"Hmm… What… have I told you… about teasing?" Anora punctuates her words with kisses delivered to any reachable bit of exposed skin she can find.

"That you love it?" It's getting harder to keep the smirk on her lips and her eyes opened under Anora's assault.

"Hmm… maybe I do." She stops and looks into dark blue eyes. "I love you, Gwen." And as she's done before, she looks for confirmation, for the truth in Gwen's eyes. And in an instant her smirk is gone, replaced by a genuine smile.

"And I love you, Anora… so much." She says without shying away from the weight present in those greenish eyes. She can't read past the affection in them though, as if a thin veil covered what lies beyond it.

Anora just sighs… long and drawn out as she relaxes into the embrace. They stay like that for a while, just holding each other. Gwen's back against the wooden door and Anora's body pressed against hers. As time passes, Gwen can almost hear the cogs and gears turning inside the blonde's head. Worried she might be over thinking the situation or even reconsidering it, Gwen calls her attention.

"Hey…" she calls softly. "Come here." She pulls Anora's hand towards the bed where she lies down, pulling Anora to lay her head on her shoulder so they can resume their embrace. She doesn't know what's going on behind the veil, all she knows is how she feels about it. As she tips Anora's face upwards to look into her eyes, the expression she sees there is utterly unreadable… but that doesn't stop her, not for a second.

"You know… I can hear you thinking from up here." She smiles and Anora smiles back, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"I've been thinking too... a lot. About us and about everything that we've talked about and everything that's been left unsaid." She takes a deep breath before continuing, purposefully avoiding Anora's eyes, afraid of what she might see in that unreadable stare.

"I know your situation is a lot more… delicate than mine, and I'm pretty certain that you think things through a lot more than I do. I tend to just react and feel, not so much analyze and think. I really respect that about you, Anora. I admire it."

When Gwen doesn't continue, too lost in her own thoughts, Anora coaches her. "Go on, Gwen. I'm listening." After another intake of breath, Gwen continues.

"Right… Hmm… I think you already know how I feel… I could be wrong but I'm quite sure I've managed to get my feelings across. But sometimes… sometimes I'm not sure that's enough." Gwen can feel Anora moving to perhaps rebut what she said, so she speaks before Anora has the chance.

"You don't… you don't have to say anything. That's just how I feel sometimes... I feel like you feel like you can't trust me. And I guess that's fair…? I mean, you said it yourself, we've only just met. I know you spent the last five years with someone that you felt you couldn't trust completely. I know you could be doubting your own intuition about us and I feel like there's not much more that I could do to show you that this is real. At least for me…" Her last words are spoken so softly that even Anora who's right next to her has to strain a little to hear. The blonde doesn't say anything. She just lies there with one hand over Gwen's heart, drawing small patterns on the clothed surface.

Gwen doesn't even notice that Anora steals quick glances her way every now and then. She's still rummaging through her brain, trying to find everything she wanted to say to Anora while she has the chance, while she has the guts to rationalize her own feelings. It's strange, maybe it's the hand on her chest, but she feels a weight on her heart, something that's keeping her from breathing fully, from relaxing completely in Anora's embrace.

After a few more moments of silence, Gwen sighs and starts again.

"You asked me if I wanted to be your queen. And at first I thought you were asking me if I wanted the same things as you, not in a sense of wanting to share the throne and its power and responsibilities with you, but in a sense of sharing your life with you. But I'm not so sure anymore, I'm not so sure I understand you all that well. And the truth is… I don't mind. The parts of you that you allowed me to see are enough for me, Anora. They are enough for me to know that I love you." This time she looks Anora in the eyes and it's hard not being able to identify what it is that she sees in them, but it's too late to back down, too late to turn around from the feeling she gets in her heart when their eyes meet like this. It's stronger than any rational thought she might have, from any doubt her mind might try to impose into her heart. She's tired of thinking about it… she just wants to feel… and that's what she does, releasing all the tension in her body she simply lets the words roll out of her as they come.

"I love you for your courage and I love you for the tiny bits of fear that I see slipping through the cracks. I love you for your demanding presence and I love you for the way you melt under my touch. I love you for the way you love yourself and I love you for the way you love me. And there's nothing I'd love more than for you to let me love you... all of you, not just the parts you've allowed me to see so far."

"I understand that your life is bigger than this. I truly do." She squeezes Anora's hand, making her look up into Gwen's eyes. "I get that being queen is a big deal for you but that's just one part of you and it's only a reflection of one of the reasons that I love you, it's not one of them. People live for different things. Even you and I… we're different."

When she looks up again she sees Anora looking at her, her usually carefully constructed mask, that's been failing as time passes, is not quite there. The veil however is still there, teasing Gwen as she sees hints of different emotions playing behind it. She wants it gone, more than she's ever wished for anything in her life. And if she has to bare her heart and expose everything she is and everything Anora means to her to achieve it… well then… that's exactly what she's going to do next.

She starts out softly, quietly allowing the words to flow through her lips.

"Some people live for the fortune Some people live just for the fame Some people live for the power Some people live just to play the game"

She looks up to see the reaction she's getting and she sees a million different questions reflected in Anora's expression. But the one thing she doesn't see is indifference. So she sings the next couple of lines, softly still, but putting all the emotion and truth she can into it.

"Some people think that the physical things define what's within

And I've been there before, but that life's a bore

So full of the superficial"

The truth in her words hit Anora with full force. Even if she didn't realize before, she can tell that Gwen is opening her heart to her, that she's allowing her to see how she sees the world and how she feels deep inside.

Gwen looks down at their joint hands before singing the next part in her full voice.

"Some people want it all

But I don't want nothing at all

If it don't have you, babe

If I don't have you, babe"

At this point Anora's eyes are sparkling with unshed tears and she brings one of her hands to her face in an attempt to hide her surprise. Gwen reaches over and takes the hand back, kissing it gently before continuing her confession with a loving look.

"Some people want diamond rings

Some just want everything

But everything means nothing

If I don't have you"

When Gwen feels Anora's body shaking from a sob she stops singing and pulls her closer, holding her in a warm embrace as she continues humming the song. She doesn't say anything else. It's Anora's turn to speak when she's ready and it's up to her to decide what to do with Gwen's love now that she's given it away.

And cradled by Gwen's lullaby they fall asleep in each other's arms, onward to the land of dreams where there are no masks, where there is no fear. Where love can be as endless and as beautiful as they feel it in their hearts.

Anora shall respond! =p

#anorwen #dragon age origins rp #gwen cousland

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