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shadowquill17 · 19 days ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @many-gay-magpies, thank you so much Magpie, this was a lot of fun! 😘❤️💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

48!

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

331,380 words, apparently? Damn, I’m pretty happy with that.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Dead Boy Detectives these days, but I’m also working on finishing one of my Heartstopper fics.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

That would be: 1. practically married (already us) – Heartstopper 2. talks of treasure – Heartstopper 3. I’ll let you go if you kiss me goodbye – Dead Boy Detectives 4. slightly to the left – Heartstopper 5. souls in quiet spaces – Heartstopper

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! I usually respond to all the comments on my most recent fics, and after that when it’s months after posting, it might depend more on my energy and motivation. And I always read every comment, but sometimes when life gets stressful or busy I can get overwhelmed and just not haven the energy to respond to everyone… that’s actually happening a bit these days, so sorry to anyone I haven’t gotten around to reply to yet, I’ll really try to catch up. But in the meantime every comment is a ray of sunshine in my day, and to anyone who has ever commented on one of my fics, please know that you’re an absolute gem, and that you have not only brought me true joy, but also helped build up my confidence so thoroughly that it has literally changed my life and keeps changing it to this day. ❤️💕💖

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I love a good happy ending, so I don’t think I’ve ever written an angsty ending… I think the angstiest ending I wrote was for a Sherlock fic, back in the day. The whole fic was about dying after a long, happy life, so it was the only (permanent) Major Character Death I ever wrote, and even that wasn’t really unhappy, just bittersweet.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

As I said, I’m a fan of happy endings, so I don’t know if I could point to one fic that has a markedly happier ending than the others… but if I look at which fics have the sweetest, sappiest final line? That's another story. For Dead Boy Detectives I’m looking at skirts maketh man, run my fingers through your hair, or so full of love I could barely eat. For The Boys in the Boat it’s definitely I'll give you my everything and then take care of you or kiss me tender. And for Heartstopper… probably never really goodbye or talks of treasure?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, I love writing smut!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not in the sense of “characters from two different works meeting in a fic”, no. But I have written AU fics that were actually “characters from work A transplanted into work B”.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A friend translated some of my fics into English way back in the day!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Well of course I have to mention Edwin and Charles from Dead Boy Detectives as well as Nick and Charlie from Heartstopper, since those have kickstarted my most intense and productive hyperfixations in recent years. 🥰 Still, not all of my favorite ships make me want to write them, so according to my ao3 bookmarks, some of my all-time favorites also include Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf, Dean and Castiel from Supernatural, Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens, Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle and Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter from Hannibal. And there are probably dozens of other ships that I adore and have read tons of fics for, but it would just take too long to list them here.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I was so enthusiastic about swing or nothing (The Boys in the Boat), and I’ve got some chunks of it written and a good outline, but I was already gently phasing out of my hyperfixation when I posted chapter 1, so I doubt I’ll ever finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m quite good at digging into something – whether it’s a feeling or a theme or an event in the story, I like to think I really go into all the emotions a character might be feeling about it, even when they’re conflicting. And of course this is only subjective, but I feel like I’ve gotten to a point where 98% of the time I can write out my ideas in the way I imagined them. When a sentence is wrong, I can pinpoint what’s wrong, and I know enough to fix it. Finding the exact order of words and exactly the right words with exactly the right amount of syllables to make a sentence read perfectly (to me, at least) is just the best thing, and I feel on top of the world whenever that happens.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ooof. I feel like I’m not great at writing action moments? I agonize way too much over who does what and what happens in what order, and then it all feels like such a mess… it takes me way longer than writing confessions or first kisses, that’s for sure. 😜 (Although, you know what? Even in confessions and first kisses, sometimes coming back after I’ve written the dialogue and the feelings, and having to add the gestures and the "moving" details and whose leg moves how and when? That is just painful. I always feel like I’m gonna leave mistakes in and have a character sit down three times or something, and I know it's not that serious but it haunts me at night.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’m not sure if I’ve ever done it. I’d obviously be fine doing it in French, but if it was any other language I’d be so anxious about getting it wrong that I’d probably run it by three different people before letting it see the light of day. 😅

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Sherlock.

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

I’ve got a huge soft spot for my trio of In The Flesh fics, mainly because that show is one of my absolute favorites and I can remember the trance-like feeling I had when I wrote them (each one after a different rewatch). SUCH a good memory. 🥰 I've already mentioned talks of treasure (Heartstopper fandom) a couple times, but I have a lot of feelings about it; it was my first multi-chaptered fic in years, and even though it didn’t exactly have a plot, it did have a common theme that every chapter added to, and a big “conclusion chapter”, which was more than I’d managed to do up until then… I worked so hard to make sure each part of the fic felt exactly like I imagined it, and managing to finish it was huge for me at the time. In the Dead Boy Detectives fandom, I simply adore your fangs in my neck (like an anchor like a vow). The idea felt so dumb when I first had it and writing it was sooooo indulgent, but when I hit the sweet spot and everything fell into place it just felt so right? I also feel some type of way about so I try to talk refined, those self-esteem issues just get me, man, my throat gets tight every time, and I’m the one writing it! 😅 And of course, to the pain, my lovely little gory, grief-filled but cathartic angst fest. God, I never expected it’d become one of my favorite projects when I started writing it, I just couldn’t get the premise out of my head! But it grew so much and I honestly love the way it developed (I agonized over that sex scene for so long before figuring out that Edwin bringing back the focus on what had happened to Charles brought it all together perfectly). I’m taking my time with the ending because I want to give it the finale it deserves, but it’s already one of my absolute favorite fics I’ve ever written.

Tagging @lolotr, @oatflatwhite, @dont-offend-the-bees, @williamvapespeare, and anyone who wants to do this! ❤️💕

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saphirered · 3 years ago

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omg!!!! I just love LOVE LOVE THE VAGRANT STORY!!!! I was wondering if I can ask for a little something too? One where the reader and caleb get into a huge fight over something insignificant in hindsight but its all just angsty <3

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! I hope you enjoy this one just as much. Excuse the length and the wait. 😘

A day of running, chasing and fighting. The closing of another chapter. Conflict and heartbreak, pain and relief. Peace is short-lived but the knowledge Yasha has been freed and Obann defeated makes breathing just a little bit easier, even though it’s far from over. Everyone is going through the motions following along, patching themselves up. Rest is still what feels like an eternity away. Yet you can find comfort in the little things. Caleb, very much worse for wear sits down next to you as you’re slumped down against a stone wall, rubble and ruin scattered about as the representatives of both the crown and Cobalt Soul investigate. The wizard’s shoulder leans against yours. In return you place your head against his and close your eyes.

“Do I look as bad as I feel?” You breathe. You’re covered in dirt and grime, bruised and bloody all over. Caleb knows it. He’s not blind. Still he presses his lips against your crown.

“You look perfect.” His comment makes you snort. You know you don’t exactly look your best. You’re not vain and the question was asked as a joke in the first place but you know you look anything but perfect right now. So your raise your head to look him into the eyes. He tries to hold a genuine expression but you see it break as the corners of his lips turn up and he reaches out to brush some dirt from your cheek.

“Then I guess, so do you.” You chuckle as you take the tie out of his hair and ruffle your fingers through it, final shards of glass falling hitting the stone floors. You look around, making sure no one is paying explicit attention to you and press your lips against Caleb’s. Running your fingers through his hair until you’re satisfied you got the last of the glass out, you tie it back again.

“I guess we can look like shit together then.”

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Trent Ikithon saunters up to the group. Everyone is on high alert. You immediately take up the space between him and Caleb, not just to show you’re ready to defend your friends, to protect Caleb but you will not hesitate if the old mage tries anything. Jester takes up the second line of defence as the rest of the Nein, too surround and get on guard.

“Impressive business, isn't it? You've come far from simple sell-swords and pit fighters.” Trent’s eyes scan the group, landing on Yasha before they move to Caleb. “Especially you, Bren.” He makes brief eye contact with you and you glare back at the old man. Your hand reaches for the dagger at your side. You’ll take pleasure in making this a bloody mess, images of the various ways you’d love to make the man pay for what he’d done to Caleb and so many others. He laughs.

“I’d like to see you try.” Your eyes narrow at his challenge. It doesn’t take a genius he caught wind of your thoughts and now is not the time to question an archmage.

“I’m patient. You can’t hide behind these walls forever.” You spit back, low enough to not draw the attention of others around but you know the Nein heard. Another laugh from the archmage and with that he leaves. You watch him go before you ease up and turn back to the others. Then you see Caleb’s expression, fear, pain, guilt, regret, sadness. You go to him like you usually do, place your hand in his and while he would normally squeeze it in reassurance he instead pulls away. Confused and worried you brush it off as the tension of the whole situation and whatever memories this unpleasant interaction with Trent has resurfaced. You’ll let it go for now.

Finally able to rest at the inn you’ve been lead to Caleb immediately goes upstairs to your room. You stay down with some of the others, have a drink to come down from the stress of the day before you head up. Making good use of the washroom you manage to get the dirt and grime off your body and clean up some of the scrapes, scratches and cuts you’ve gathered throughout the events that transpired at the Chantry of the Dawn. You’ve gotten some clean clothes, your others sent off to wash. Filling a basin with water and some clean cloths you carry it over to your room, nudging the door open with your elbow. You put the basin on the table, cloths with it.

Facing away from you lies the wizard, curled up onto of the sheets, boots have been discarded, coat too. Clothes are still covered in grime and stained with blood. You sit on the bed, pulling your legs under you as you place a hand on his shoulder, lightly running it along his arm mindful of the sustained injuries. Caleb doesn’t respond. You know he’s aware of your presence by the momentary halt in his breathing when you sat on the bed but other than that he doesn’t acknowledge your presence. You can’t help but feel he’s so far away from you despite you sitting right next to him.

“Hey, you want me to take a look at some of those injuries?” You speak, quietly as you continue. When he doesn’t respond again you pull his shoulder, earning a hiss in discomfort from Caleb when he’s forced onto his back. Hand reach for his shoulder as he holds it in pain. Not too bad, not agitating his wounds but the bruised flesh is very much tender.

“Sorry.” You mutter under your breath as you see the dark purple and blue through the neckline of his shirt. Caleb avoids your eyes and just stares at the ceiling. You get up, wet the cloth in the basin draining the excess before you take your spot again. Lifting his shirt you clean the blood from his abdomen, mindful of the still healing gash. The clerics may have patched Caleb up to the point he was no longer bleeding out the wounds still needed care until they fully closed, which with any luck would be by tomorrow once you all recovered from the fight and had some healing magic left to your names.

You tell Caleb to sit up, he does and you turn to the other wounds on his upper body until you’re done and wrap those that need binding. Inspecting the bruised shoulder you decide an ointment will have to do. He tries to keep quiet but some minor hisses, gasps and curses leave his lips. They appear to be the only responses you get from him as any and all questions you ask are left unanswered. Any conversation you try to start is one-sided. Nothing you do seems to pull the wizard out of whatever mood he’s in. He’s cold and distant and closed off.

“Talk to me Caleb. Please, just say anything. I’m worried.” You take his hand, beginning to lift his sleeve but he pulls away from your grasp, rather harshly. You gently reach but he pulls away further. You’ve tried. You’ve tried everything, been patient, understanding, tried to help, be there, asked him what he needed, but all you get is the silent treatment and cold shoulder. Enough is enough. You’ve reached your limit too. So you get up, dunk the last clean rag into the water but don’t bother to drain it when you throw it at him. It hits him square in the chest, your aim well enough to avoid your handiwork.

“Fine. Clean your own wounds. Always on your own. What do you need me for, right?” You spit, the door falling shut behind you as you go. You don’t even bother giving him a last look. You just need to get away so when Beau says she’s going to the library to read up on some things and get some more information you’re more than willing to join her despite the fact you’re both too exhausted for anything and prefer nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep for a solid week.

Meanwhile, Caleb clutches the rag you tossed at him. There’s something about the water dripping from between his fingers that seems the only thing tying him to reality, preventing him from running after you to fall on his knees and beg for your forgiveness. He doesn’t mean to hurt you. He doesn’t want to and knowing he has, it breaks his heart but he has to. He’s realised as much. He has to break your heart even if that means his is once more damned with it. He’s doing it for you. He’s doing it for your own safety. If he tells you you’ll never agree and you’ll try to convince him otherwise but he has to do this. He can’t change his mind now.

After seeing you get in between him and his former master at first he just felt your love, and that of your mutual friends, showing that he’s not alone in this and that they’ll stick with him. It’s both a heartwarming and deadly terrifying thing. That’s something he can handle. It’s taken him a long time to accept that but he’s gotten there. However, when you spoke up to Trent, your words, your attitude, and the thoughts going through your head that needed no explanation nor words to be understood, frighten him beyond measure. That is not to say Caleb is afraid of you, he’s just afraid of what you could do. You’d not only fight tooth to nail but you’d willingly lay down your life if that meant you got the pleasure of skinning his former master alive, or you’d die trying.

The realisation of the extend you’re willing to go for him frightens him. Caleb knows revenge might not be his top priority anymore but he also knows that Trent will one day come for him and it’s going to end with only one victor. If Caleb doesn’t win he knows he’ll be losing you. You’re an expert fighter, you can take care of yourself and your skills are impeccable, but not even your odds look favourable against an opponent like Trent. You’re not able to put grievances aside when it comes to revenge. You’ll get it no matter what, or you’ll die trying. If Caleb is to meet his end the last thing he wants is to take you with him. You have to live. You have to have a chance at life and happiness even if he cannot. He has to spare you a fate he’s endured if he can help it. And he can help it. But in doing so he’ll have to let you go. He’ll have to break your heart because then just maybe, if it comes down to it you’ll care more about surviving than avenging him, fighting to the death at his behest. He will not allow himself to become like his former master. Never will he let others fight for him. Never will he abuse the love of another to wield it as a weapon. Even if that means he’ll have to misuse your love for him now and break it.

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Dinner comes around and the Nein sits gathered around a table in the somewhat lively tavern, meals provided to their specifications, as well as drinks. Conversation carries more easily. Beau and you return satisfied with your findings and you with your time away from the others. Though, your mood sours again when you make your way over to the table, being greeted by everyone but Caleb. If this is what’s happening you’ll play along. Fine. You take a seat between Fjord and Caduceus. Beau gives you a questioning look as she takes the empty seat beside Caleb. You just shake your head. Of course Beau would see this as a challenge and she naturally decides to hound Caleb for answers, the wizard less than responsive and very much stingy in his answers as he pushes his food around on his plate, his appetite lost.

It does not go unnoticed Caleb is being distant to you in particular. Any questions or comments from you to the group he lets someone else answer and respond to. Anything directed at both or either of you he doesn’t reply to at all and he tunes out of anything that has to do with you, feeling no need to comment or inquire himself. Over the course of the meal others have asked him if everything is alright but it’s always excuses; just tired, a bit under the weather, it’ll be fine. They don’t buy it just like you don’t buy it but nothing any of you can do about it. If the wizard doesn’t want to talk he won’t talk.

One by one the Mighty Nein retires. Caleb does too, before you do. He finds his way to your shared room and takes the spot he’d taken before, curled up on one side of the bed, facing away from the door. He’d gone before you in the hopes he might fall asleep before you’d arrive, if you’d do so and wouldn’t find another place to sleep for the night, not wanting to be in his company. Sleep does not find Caleb. He lays awake in the dark as his mind wanders, questioning his every action, every decision. Questioning if it’s all worth it. His bruises burn, the bandages feel tight against his skin not because they are, but because of what they represent; an act of kindness and love while he might as well have spat in your face. They’re a constant reminder. Absentmindedly he finds himself tracing the faded scars on his arms. Not all scars are visible. Some are. He’d much rather have another blade through his stomach by the redheaded drow assassin than losing you. Losing you would be yet another scar he would carry for the rest of his life. Perhaps one day it will fade but from his past experiences, it won’t.

The door creeps open. You cringe as the hinges groan. The room is dark but you can make out the shape on the bed under the blankets. Quietly you tiptoe over to your belongings and grab your coat. You shrug it on and leave the room again, closing the door behind you. Caleb turns around after you leave with a deep sigh. He doesn’t know if he can keep doing this, if his heart can bear it but he must endure. His lack of sleep and the knowledge you’ll probably room with one of the others makes him feel safe enough to go ask Caduceus for his famous sleep tea, or perhaps something stronger that’ll knock him out cold.

“I’ll be fine, Jester. Thank you. I’m only going for a walk to clear my head. Go to sleep. I’ll be back in but a moment.” You say as you exit the tiefling’s room, closing the door behind you. Jester says something about you better coming back soon because you promised her a sleepover but the words are somewhat muffled by the sheets she’s wrapped up in. You know she’ll be asleep the moment you close the door given how exhausted she is. You turn around and there in the hallway you see Caleb. Your smile falters and turns to cold indifference as you go to pass the wizard. He grabs your arm to halt you. You pull it from his grasp but stop anyway giving him a ‘what do you want’ expression.

“It’s late. You shouldn’t go out on your own.” Caleb states making it obvious he overheard you.

“Well, frankly it isn’t up to you what I do or don’t do.” You roll your eyes, already agitated.

“It’s not safe.” Caleb tries again but you have no intend of listening to him.

“I can take care of myself.” You move to push past but Caleb steps in front of you blocking your path. You try to step around but he steps with.

“I swear, Caleb, keep this up and I will toss you down these stairs.” You threaten and even though you don’t mean it the comment is enough to get a fire burning within the wizard.

“For once in your life will you just listen to me? It’s not safe to wander the streets on your own at this hour.”

“And what are you going to do about it? Be my valiant protector scaring away all the baddies?” You scoff. “Will you hold my hand while we skip though the dark alleys?”

“Yes because your attitude never gets you in trouble, does it?” Sarcasm. Venom ridden sarcasm.

“At least I make good on my promises. I believe your bleeding through your dressings again.” Caleb doesn’t fall for it but it’s enough to make his blood boil as you step on his toes more and more. Can’t you see he’s trying to keep you safe? Warn you of the place he’s grown accustomed to and the knowledge he has about this place? Why can’t you just take his word for it?

“Fine. Go get yourself killed in the night. See if I care.” Of course he’ll care. Of bloody course he will care. He’ll hate himself forever if you’d turn up dead but with the damage he’s already done, what is he supposed to do, to say?

“That’s right. Like you care.” You don’t want to play nice anymore and before you can do something truly horrible, you shove Caleb aside, hooking your leg around his when he tries to side step again. He stumbles and you’re past him by the time he catches himself and watches you descend down the stairs. Caleb contemplates going after you but it’s already too late when he makes up his mind. You’re long gone. So he returns to your shared room. He sits on the bed and just waits, staring out of the window into the night. He knows his demons will return should his head touch the pillow. He waits and prays, to what or whoever might be listening to please keep you safe should his real life demons decide you’re a risk that needs to be taken care of.

The night air does you good. Despite it being a major city Rexxentrum is relatively calm at night, or at least the district you’re currently in. Few people wander the streets and shops are closed. It makes it easier for you to realise you’re being followed. You’ve not lived this long by not being hyper aware of your surroundings. You also know that whoever’s trailing you is not a common thief looking for coin. They don’t draw nearer or make move to approach. You stick to the bigger streets and avoid alleys. ‘Get yourself killed. See if I care.’ Those words suddenly get a lot more meaning than they initially had. You slow your step. The person trailing you does to. You turn a corner, so do they. So you shake them off. It takes you a while and will only get you a small window, but just enough. You hide in an alley, waiting for the right moment.

That’s when you grab them. You don’t recognise them but when you push them up against the wall holding your knife to their throat you catch a glimpse of the maze-like tattoos on the arms when the sleeves shift.

“You can tell your master if he’s got a problem he can come find us.” You push away, taking some steps backwards. You know your threat might mean little to them but at least you know Trent will get the message in his report. You leave and return to the tavern. Can you never get a moment of peace and undisturbed quiet? Nevertheless you return to the inn and rush up the stairs, throughout this all you’ve kept a hand on your weapon. Light emits from the cracks of the door, muted orange in glow. You step inside and see Caleb, for the first time since his change in attitude he meets your eye and looks relieved, like a weight falls from his shoulders.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you knew Trent would send one of his little puppets after us to keep watch?” You don’t feel like dancing around the question. Either you’re going to get answers or not.

“Is this why you didn’t want me to go out on my own? I can take care of myself, Caleb.” You take off your coat, put your belongings with the others, your dagger with it. You stand in front of him, leaving a few feet between you two as you look him in the eye, arms crossed.

“I’m well aware.” The words come out more difficult that he had expected. He is well aware you can take care of yourself, but you shouldn’t be defending yourself against his problems. They’re his burden to bear. Not yours.

“Is this why you’re looking for a fight then? Because let me be clear, I am done fighting with you. I am done trying. I am done arguing. So please, will you kindly just fuck off if you’re just going to push me away?” You can see the hint of pain pass through his features before the cold and distant exterior returns and he stares right through you.

“No, no you don’t get to do that. Don’t you dare put on that mask again. You don’t get to hide like a coward because you’re afraid to face something you don’t like. Don’t you run away and hide.” You put your foot down, and these words specifically break the mask. Caleb rises from the bed and takes two steps towards you, still some distance but close enough.

“I do not need to justify my reasons to you. I warned you not to go out on your own. You’re lucky you didn’t end up with your dagger in your back bleeding out in the streets.”

“Quite frankly I don’t think this is about my stupid walk. It’s just been the last straw. Goodnight, Caleb. Sleep well.” With that you leave the room once more. Without the intend to go back. You find Jester’s and just as expected the tiefling is asleep. Nevertheless you crawl into bed. You’re exhausted. Yet sleep doesn’t come. You toss and turn, readjust your pillow but nothing works. You lay there for a good couple of hours and can see the first rays of sunlight peak through the curtains.

You’ve got plenty of hours to think, your mind trying to find the reasons why Caleb suddenly grew so distant, you know the walk isn’t the issue, he was distant long before then. You can theorise and theorise but that doesn’t mean anything. You can’t peer into Caleb’s thoughts. You can only make assumptions. With the tensions of the last few days you’ve been on the pricklier side too so it’s not like you’ve been the image of reason within this all. You’ve acted on emotion instead to taking a step back and figure out what’s going on. But now, you can see with what Caleb is doing, you’re standing on the edge of a knife, swaying one way or the other can make or break everything the two of you have, have worked for. You won’t just toss that aside for some petty words and harsh feelings. You’ve fought countless monsters, real devils. A few mental ones are not going to be what tears you down.

So you get back up and barge into Caleb’s room. When you do you see him pacing, he looks at you, eyes wide for a second and you can see the exhausting set on his face. He’s had about as much sleep as you by the looks of it. You grab him by the arm and drag him along to the bed, pulling him with you so both of you are sitting on it, he against the headboard, you with your back to the end. You watch as that mask begins slipping in place, much slower and much more forced, due to the sheer lack of sleep. You begin to doubt Caleb could keep the mask on even if he wanted. You hate to say it but that might work in your favour this time.

“I want you to talk to me. I want you explain what’s going on and I don’t want you to hold back and omit the truth. We’re going to talk like adults because we’ve been acting like quarrelling children and it just won’t do. I don’t care if what you say leads to whatever we have coming to an end, I just want the truth and I want all of it. From there on we can make a decision. No more bloody fighting. We’ve already done plenty of that side by side. I don’t want it between us.” Caleb has trouble keeping eye contact and you can tell it’s not because he’s ignoring you. He’s hiding his feelings from you, knowing that you’ll read him like an open book if he slips up and he is slipping. So you grab him by the chin and making look at you.

Caleb closes his eyes and bites his lip. He can still feel your eyes on him, waiting in anticipation. He must be truly lucky to have met someone so patient and understanding and willing to put in the effort. He’s more trouble than he’s worth, but you’d tell him off for even thinking that way. He’s not, you’ve told him many times. Maybe it was all stupid. Maybe he should have just come clean about his worries instead of trying to omit them all and avoid facing problems head on.

“I-uh… I’m afraid,” Caleb takes a deep breath. “There’s some dangers that I must face I do not want you to become collateral in.”

“We’ve gone over this before, Caleb. You can’t control that. I won’t be collateral.” You speak calmly. His hand wraps around your wrist. He brings it to his lips pressing a gentle kiss to it as he holds it. He nods.

“I know. I know. I’ve come to terms with that. Today, I was reminded of something else. And I just-I don’t want to lose you. Not to this.” Your expression softens as Caleb studies your features, looking for courage as the two of you sit there cross-legged, knee to knee. He runs his fingers over the cuts and nicks you’ve accumulated over the years, the most recent ones of this day scraped over, ready to form more to the map across your skin. You’ve seen conflict and battle and carry the reminders of it, just like him and despite what he might hope for, you’ll still see plenty more in the years to come. Your fight is not over yet and neither is his.

“When you stepped in front of me, when you threatened him, I was faced with the facts, the risks, the things he’ll exploit for his gain, to hurt me, or whatever other purpose it might serve. If he ever got his hands on you I don’t know what I’d do. And then you did what you did; you faced a demon head on without even a second thought. I saw how far you’d be willing to go.”

“Is this why-“ Caleb nods. “Oh, Caleb…”

“I know what happens to people driven by revenge. I know how it twists and corrupts and festers. It destroys and swallows up all the light within someone. I don’t ever want that to happen to you. I can’t stop you from fighting this war, but I can shield you from the brunt of it.” And so the pieces fall into place. Caleb isn’t a warrior. He doesn’t wield a shield when a sword comes striking down upon you. Caleb wields his mind, and where emotion conflicts he shields himself from that, he preserves what he cherishes most. Love is blinding and it has blinded him from the wrongs of his actions. He sees that now. Does that mean he disagrees with his earlier findings? No. He only disagrees with the ways he’s gone about achieving his goal of protecting you in turn.

“I won’t deny I won’t take pleasure presenting Ikithon’s head on a silver platter and delivering it to the rest of the Assembly. But that being said, it is not my place. Let me ask you this, do you think if Trent comes for you, or all of us for that matter we won’t fight back?”

“No.”

“Do you think if he comes for you we’ll let him?”

“No.” Caleb smiles at the thought of the Nein standing against his enemies. He’ll have to bring an army and even then he won’t put it behind the Nein to defy the odds. The thought still remains scary when the other side of that coin is him knowing what his former master is capable of.

“We won’t lose. Whatever we face we face together. I have faith in all of us but above all I have faith in you, Caleb. So that’s why I’ll make you a promise. I promise I won’t throw myself into a futile path of revenge that will never see me as the victor. I’ll choose to live as long as you choose the same.” Caleb takes in your words and thinks hard. That promise still has many loopholes, or so the little demons in his head tell him but it’s enough for him. You’ll keep your promise. The one you made is good enough for him. He’ll have faith, in the Nein, in himself but above all in you.

“Thank you, for everything. You have no idea how much it means…” Caleb answers in agreement. He doesn’t have it within himself yet to speak the exact words in return ‘I promise’, but he knows you know he’ll keep it nonetheless.

“Next time, don’t start a fight over a walk when you yourself will get hurt if a breeze strikes the wrong way.” You manage to find humour in the situation and Caleb has to agree. Not with your description of how weak he might be because despite him not being the strongest physically he’s not weak even if pretending to be sometimes, but instead that regardless of this all anyone who would choose to cross you will be in for a nightmare of their own because you’ll make their life a living hell should they get on your wrong side. He’s always known that and he’ll never forget.

Caleb doesn’t know if it’s surprise, sheer luck or your lack of sleep but when he yanks your arm pulling you forward he didn’t expect you to not be prepared and fall onto him. You do with a gasp of surprise. Caleb lets himself fall back, head on the pillows taking you with him, you catch yourself, mouth agape as you’re inches from his face.

“Very funny. Now, can we please get some rest because I am exhausted.” Caleb couldn’t agree more so his hands wrap around you as you make yourself comfortable rolling off the wizard and onto your side. Fingers entwine with yours and he buries his head into your neck, lips leaving a tired kiss.

“Hey, Caleb?” a muffled ‘hm-uh’. “Please, in the future don’t be stupid and just talk to me, okay?”

“I make no promises.” He laughs as you both close your eyes, the rays of sunlight peaking through the curtains but you care little. For now you can rest easy knowing all is well between you two. There’s still plenty of troubles to work through and plenty more you’ll undoubtedly face down the road but you’ll face them together and that’s enough for the both of you.

#critical role x reader #mighty nein x reader #caleb widogast x reader #caleb x reader #critrole x reader

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musette22 · 2 years ago

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Hello, my love! I hope your Sunday is beautiful and sunny 🌻

Questions 13, 21 and 46 for the fanfiction writing ask! 💕

Tej, my angel!! Thank you for stopping by, I appreciate it and you so much! 😘😘

Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I do not! Boring answer, I know, but I listen to music when I’m doing my makeup and my chores and when I’m running etc, but when it's anything that requires focus, I prefer absolute silence! I just get too invested in the music and I’ll end up singing along or looking up lyrics or just staring into space 😅

Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

Hmmm… I think they definitely both have their merit. I think multi-chapter fics are more satisfying to finish, but all in all, I prefer the process for writing a one-shot. Probably because those are often written when you’re completely captivated by a new idea and you just have to get the words out!!! You know? That’s just such a great feeling <3

If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Ooohhhh… ohohoh…. Tricky. I guess it would be Shrunkyclunks Modern AU meet-cutes?? Is that a type of AU? I think so 👀

Thanks again, sweetheart!! Hope you've had a great start to your week! 💕💕

#my writing #stucky #minnie answers

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dxnahdsg · 3 years ago

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Hi! Did you still accept request? If yes, may I request something? I really like your akaashi fic "hold on" so much, like i always crying when read that fic over and over again. Even when I listening to that song i always crying because it reminds me of that fic. That fic is so well written and so deep, probably one of the best fic i ever read. And I remember Akaashi said to Y/N that he will love her truly when he see her again, so if you don't mind may i request "the afterlife"? Like they meet again on the flower field or something after he passed away and he saw her then hug or kiss her. I'm sorry if it's too detail, you can change it of course^^ thank you so much I hope you always stay safe and healthy. Love your writing so much❤

A/n: Wow I'm surprised someone actually loves it😭 But thank you, and I like the idea!! Stay safe and healthy as well😘💕

Hold You [Hold On Pt.2] || k.akaashi ||

One-shot - Fluff?

Warnings - None

Part 1

Masterlist

“No no no…” He rambled, nearing your chest to his ear to hear your heartbeat. It was weak, the beating barely even audible. Tears formed in his eyes when his looked at you, there was a petal hanging from your mouth and there was still more inside.

“No way…” He whispered, knowing what the petals meant. He didn’t think it was actually real. He thought it was just an urban legend. It wasn’t real. This is just a dream.

As he keeps thinking that, the more he looked at you, he knew that this was reality. Akaashi let out a loud sob and hugged your body tightly.

“[Y/n]! Wake up! Please! Don’t leave me! I’m sorry!”

“I swear I’ll make this right…” He whispers. “[Y/n], I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to break your heart. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I-I didn’t mean to make you suffer from this pain.”

“I promise… I’ll love you truly when I see you again. I will never let you experience this heartbreak again.”

It has been decades, centuries even, since that happened, and now Akaashi was living in the afterlife, confused on why he still remembers that day in his past life.

It really traumatized him. After memories came crashing to him, he desperately tries to find you. Asking everyone if they know "a girl named [L/n] [Y/n]."

But sadly, no one knew her.

But then he remembers, you were Bokuto's sister.

His eyes widened and sprints towards Bokuto's house, knocking repeatedly on the door as if there was a timer and he needed to hurry to go find you.

Bokuto opens the door in surprise. "Akaashi? What's wrong?" He asks in concern. "Bokuto~san, do you have a sister?" Akaashi asks, still catching his breath after running 200 feet away. "You remember too, huh?" Bokuto mutters, scratching his nape.

"I do have a sister." Akaashi smiles a little in relief at the response. "It's [Y/n], right? You're looking for her." Bokuto questions and Akaashi nods hurriedly. "I don't know where she is but she left earlier to go to her 'comfort place' because she was stressed about school," Bokuto responds.

"Where's that place?" Akaashi asks. Bokuto hisses, his face telling that he doesn't know. "I don't really know where it is, she doesn't tell us so no one can disturb her. Sorry man." He replies, giving Akaashi an apologetic grin. "Plus I tried calling her earlier but it went on voice mail. I think she wants some space dude, I can call you later if she comes home." He added.

Akaashi sighs, shoulders drooping. "No, it's okay. She probably remembers everything as well, I doubt that she even wants to see me." He exhales a large breath, running a hand down his face.

"You sure, bud?" Bokuto asks, quite concerned for his friend. "Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks, Bokuto~san, I'll get going now." Akaashi sighs again, leaving Bokuto's house.

Akaashi walks around the city, not ready to go home yet. Even though he doubts that you want to see him, he's still desperate to see you even if he's out of your sight.

Akaashi soon spots a bench on the park, going to sit down on it to rest for a minute. He sighs, thinking about his past life. How could he be so stupid? If he at least tried and told you the truth, he would've married you and have a family. But he took the wrong path and you ended up dying. And it was his fault.

No matter how many people say it wasn't, he still blames himself. He wasn't thinking clearly. He thought breaking up with you will help you be happy than dating a man who was fake feelings for you and that you'll eventually find a new lover who truly loves you. But he was stupid to think he's not in love with you. He was just confused about how love works and his feelings for you. But after breaking up with you and you dying, he knew he really loved you. He still does, you just don't know it yet.

Akaashi was so deep in thought that he didn't notice someone's presence behind him.

"A-Akaashi?"

That voice. That familiar voice. The voice he was dying to hear again.

Akaashi's head shot up from his hands and turns around, eyes widening when it lands on the figure.

You were standing behind him, seeming to be frozen in your spot. You looked the same as before, your beautiful figure the same as your past life's. And Akaashi cannot believe you're actually here with him.

Before Akaashi can utter a word, you cut him off. "I-I'm sorry. I should get going." You mutter, quickly turning to the other direction and picked up your pace. Looks like Akaashi was right, but he didn't want you to disappear again so he caught up to you.

"[Y/n], wait!" Akaashi calls out, grabbing your wrist before you got far. You try taking your wrist back without looking and when you nearly got out of his grip, he pulls you into an unexpected hug.

"Wait, please," Akaashi mutters into your hair, voice sounding desperate and his grip tight, not too tight to hurt you, like he was scared to let go.

You don't want to see him. You're not ready yet, not right now. You even told your brother about it but after you heard the desperation in Akaashi's voice, you somehow stopped your protests and listen to him.

"I promised you, didn't I?" You hear him mumble after your body slightly relaxes against him. You glance up a little at him, enough to see his eyes already looking at yours. Seeing the confusion on your face, he continued, "I promised you that I'll truly love you. So let me, please."

You hesitated. Even though you wished that he will, you didn't want to be selfish. You didn't want to force him to love you because of what had happened in the past. That's why you've avoided meeting him, hoping he'll find another girl that he really loves. But little did you know, he already found her.

"[Y/n], please listen to me. I'm sorry I broke your heart. I was stupid to think that I didn’t love you. I was confused about my feelings and I’m sorry...I’m sorry I hurt you. I wasn’t familiar with love, I’m sorry. But it was wrong to break your heart than telling you the problem. Then maybe everything would’ve been alright. After I broke up with you, it took me days to realize that I really love you. Even the team had to tell me. But I thought you wanted space so I gave you some...but I should’ve visited you earlier before you died...again, I’m sorry [Y/n]...” Akaashi finished rambling and silence took over.

Akaashi felt anxious, thinking he said something wrong so he hesitantly loosen his grip on you. “Sorry...I just wanted to let you know my real feelings...you can go if you-” Before he could finish, he let out a surprised grunt when you turned around and hugged his waist tightly.

“You’re not one to be an idiot, Keiji...” You chuckle lightheartedly and quietly, sniffling a little from the tears that spilled. Akaashi smiles softly and chuckles quietly, hugging you back. “You should’ve told me...I would’ve helped you...” You mutter a few seconds later and you feel Akaashi slightly tense up.

“I know...I’m sorry.” He replies, resting his chin on top of your head. “It hurt ya know.” You mumble and a pang of guilt hits Akaashi’s heart. His grip tightens on you again, burying his nose into you hair. “It was like...the Hanahaki wouldn’t let me heal my heart...it made my heart break even more.” You say.

Akaashi pulls away and tilts your head up to look at him. “Then let me heal your heart. Hell, I’ll even give you mine...” At that, you smile brightly at him and he does the same. Though your smile falters a little a moment later. “Did you really mean what you said earlier? That you love me?” You ask, quite scared for the answer.

Akaashi kept his small smile on his face, leaning in to kiss your forehead. His lips soft as it lands on your forehead, letting it rest for 3 seconds before going to peck both of your cheeks. He pulls away and stares in your eyes. “I hope that answers your question.”

You giggle, joy taking over your body. “Quit missing, Keiji.” You roll your eyes jokingly, grinning at him. Akaashi let out a quiet chuckle, leaning in again to kiss you on the lips this time.

It only lasted for a second because he was still shy, but you pull his shirt collar, pulling him into another kiss. Akaashi was taken aback but he decided to be confident and kissed you back, slightly deepening it as well. This time, the second kiss lasted longer.

You both pull away for some air, letting out breathy laughs as well. You smile at him after catching your breath as he does the same. “So when’s the date?” You ask half-jokingly and Akaashi chuckles. “Let’s go to the place where we had our first date in the past.” He holds your hand and you quietly giggle at the idea.

He might’ve hurt you the in past, but what it did in the afterlife was worth it. Sometimes it takes pain to get happiness.

13 years later...

“Okay, now go lift your foot and step.” Your friend, Konoha, and your brother, Bokuto, guided you as they took you to a place that has a big surprise for you. “How far away is this place?” You question, trying to balance yourself as you went up the stairs with a blindfold covering your eyes.

“We’re already here actually! We just need to go up!” Bokuto responds, grinning at you even though you couldn’t see it. “Yeah, so lift your foot again- Okay there.” Konoha tells you as you step on the last step.

The two boys walk you towards what you guess is a room after Bokuto let go of your arm to open a door. “Okay, we’re here!” Bokuto exclaims, taking off your blindfold.

You look around the room in awe and surprise. Your friends and family were there, well dressed and excitement written on their faces when they see you. The walls were decorated with pictures of you and Akaashi on your dates, anniversaries, and random times. Konoha gestures at you to go stand inside the heart that was designed on the floor with rose petals in the middle of the room.

You stand there, still a little confused yet excited about the surprise. You then see Akaashi walk in the room. He was also well dressed, wearing a tuxedo and he seemed nervous. But you could see pink dusting his cheeks and ears. He approaches you and stand in front of you in the heart shaped design.

“Keiji? What’s going on?” You question but he didn’t answer, he only took a deep breath before staring deep into your eyes.

“[L/n] [Y/n]...the moment I saw you for the very first time will be stuck into my memory till the end of the days because it was the evening when the course of my life radically changed its direction. I remember you joyfully dancing at the birthday party of my mother to make her happy, and your smiling eyes grabbed my attention for the whole evening. I keep it in the sanctuary of my heart every minute we shared because from the first moment I was totally overwhelmed by you. I was so proud to make you meet my family because I was certainly sure that they would love you. I do not know how it had been possible to live without your support and cheerfulness, without listening to you singing and watching you dancing when you think nobody sees. I love dreaming with you because you understand me as nobody would ever understand. I love being ill if I know that you will be near and take care of me. You encourage me to get up every morning, to do great deeds for you, and to constantly become better. You are my inspiration, my motivation, and my desirous goal. You know like nobody what is a happiness and where it is hidden. We both want to have a colorful and memorable life, and together we can make our dreams come true. I promise to do everything I only can to be a perfect match for you and to become the husband you deserve. I want to become your happily-ever-after, and I will do my best for your incredible smile to never fade. You are the greatest and the most precious gift given to me by this life, so I wish the whole world knew about my infinite and limitless love for you. I am looking forward to the day when my last name will become ours, and our love will give a birth to a new family. You are the one I want to be for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer. My voice is trembling, and my heart beats at a furious pace since I hope you will say me yes and make me the luckiest man on Earth.” Akaashi kneels down after the (long ass) speech (that I found in the internet ._.), taking out a small box and opens it, showing a ring inside. You gasp quietly, a hand coming to your mouth as you were about to tear up.

“My love, will you marry me?” He finally asks the question. You sniffle and try to stifle a sob, smiling at him. “Yes!” You exclaim and throw your arms around his neck to hug him. Everyone in the room claps and ‘whoo!’s were coming from the old Fukurodani team and Kuroo.

Akaashi chuckles and hugs you back before pulling away to slip the ring in your finger. You giggle, leaning in to kiss him as he kissed back. And the crowd just cheers louder.

A/n: I DID NOT EXPECT THE SPEECH TO BE THIS LONG- But anyway I hope you enjoy even tho it’s a little cringe💀

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #fluff #holy fuck this is wholesome

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raewritesfiction · 3 years ago

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[Sebastian Stan] Hotel Party For Two

A/N: happy Valentine’s to those who celebrate, happy Galentines to those that don’t or happy Sunday to anyone who wants nothing to do with it and just wants the half price chocolate ❤️ this is written as though COVID-19 wasn’t/isn’t a thing because right now we all need an escape from it.

this is a repost because either my search function isnt working or its been deleted/flagged.. Plot: Sebastian can’t make it back for Valentine’s Day so you make plans to visit him.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan X Female!Reader Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

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The planning this trip had taken you had been immense and had included getting the help of Anthony as well.

Sebastian had been angry and upset to tell you he couldn’t make it back for Valentine’s Day; filming was giving him a couple of days off but travel would mean no time together at all, so he had promised you a video date instead where you’d watch a movie together, eat some food and drink some wine maybe engage in some fun later on in the evening. You’d told him not to worry, it wasn’t his fault and you understood - the video date sounded perfect. Sebastian had sighed and told you he loved you before saying goodbye.

Almost as soon as he had hung up, you were phoning around. You had air miles to use, vacation time to take from work and enough contacts to find out where he was staying without rousing any suspicion from Sebastian. Anthony had reserved you a key to the hotel room at the main desk who were more than happy to help you surprise him. While Sebastian was off that day you’d managed to get him called back to do some re-takes in the afternoon which gave you time to fly in and get to the hotel.

The room had already been serviced and as you collected your key a concierge handed you a package containing a few specially ordered items. You couldn’t stop checking the time as you scattered petals and set out the LED candles; real flame was just a tad dangerous given the spaller space. By the time you were done setting up the room and ordering the food you had just enough time to get yourself through the shower, pampered and preened ready for Sebastian returning.

“All clear?” A message comes through from Anthony, lovingly named ‘Bird man’ in your cell.

“Yup.” A simple reply but it’s all that was needed.

The set wasn’t far from the hotel so it didn’t take long for another message to pop through from Anthony.

“On his way up.”

You smile to yourself and pose on the bed, hoping that you looked like the picture of seduction in your lace underwear and sheer stockings; a set Sebastian had gotten for you and very much enjoyed removing with his teeth whenever he had the chance. There was little time to think about it too much as the door opened to the dim room and Sebastian was stood in the doorway.

“Am I hallucinating?” He walks in and closes the door, making sure to hang the ‘do not disturb’ sign, just in case.

“No, I’m real. I promise.” You smile and kneel on the bed as he steps over to you.

He smiles and runs his hands around your waist, his face burying into your neck and inhaling against your skin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby.” You run a hand through his damp hair.

He nuzzles you and holds you close “Happy Valentine’s Day…. Thank you…”

“Well you couldn’t make it to me so…. I took matters into my own hands…. though I was hoping to see you all dressed up in Bucky gear….” you smirk and kiss Sebastian’s cheek.

“Well you’ll have to visit me on set to see that…” he smiles and adds “which I’d very much like.”

You nod “but for now…” glancing at your watch “...knock knock…”

Sebastian jumps as there’s a knock at the door a split second after you’d said the words.

“Room service!”

“Could you get that please baby boy? I’m not dressed for the public…” posing yourself on the bed again as he heads over to wheel in a cart topped with various themed foods.

The food had tasted amazing and you had watched Sebastian melt and relax against you as you drank wine and talked about anything and everything. He’d gotten himself comfortable against your ribs and you’d been combing your fingers through his hair until Sebastian was practically purring while the arm that lay across you wandered just enough to tease you. His outer layers of clothing; shoes, socks, jeans, jacket and a thick jumper are in a pile next to his luggage after he’d wanted to level the clothing playing field.

Sebastian shuffles and lays against you, his chin resting on your ribs “I have the best view right now…” winking at you.

“I beg to differ…” you run your fingers through his hair again and he kisses over your bare skin, crawling up over you and kissing a trail up your torso over your breasts to your collar bones, neck and up to your jaw; he hovers his lips over yours for a second and then kisses you slowly.

The physical side of things were always amazing; Sebastian always knew exactly what you wanted and anticipated your moods and needs better than you could sometimes - the man could be an animal in the bedroom and kinky to boot, his favourite thing to do was tie you up to the bed and tease you with an array of toys until you were begging for his cock to fill you. Then there were times like today when his touch was soft, his kisses were light and he reminded you how romantic he could be.

Sebastian trailed his fingertips up your thighs and hooked them under the edges of your panties, pulling them down your legs and helping you discard them to the floor where they landed on an LED candle, making you grateful for no open flames.

His hands were always warm no matter the weather; the snow and minus temperatures outside meant nothing for his skin. Fingers brush over you lightly, caressing your folds and teasing by just missing your clit with every movement. The quiet moans leave your mouth and turn into a breathless gasp when Sebastian slips two fingers deep into you and thrusts slowly, curling to fit against your form, scissoring to stretch you. Sebastian’s lips don’t leave your skin as he keeps his fingers moving inside you, his free hand pulling at his tee until he had no choice but to slowly slip his fingers out of you to throw it off.

You lay panting lightly under him on the bed and run your hands through your hair, bringing your breathing back under control for the time being. Opening your eyes you raise an eyebrow at Sebastian and watch him slip off your stockings and kiss his way down one leg then back up the other until his face was between your legs which were now over his shoulders.

Sebastian's tongue glides over you and draws patterns over your pussy but he skirts around your clit again, instead placing light kisses over you and smirking at the growls of frustration leaving you when they turn into sucking but not where you most wanted it. He knew what this did to you and you hated him for it, equally you loved it and relaxed into his lips working over you, his hands running up your torso to pull the lace cups of your bra down under your breasts so he could pinch and roll your nipples between his fingers.

The light panting turns to moans and whispers of Sebastian’s name on every exhale, his fingers and mouth working in unison to drive you wild and make you beg. You’d held out this long and you wanted to hold out more just for the satisfaction of it but you’d missed him, his touch, his lips on your skin, his weight on top of you and his cock inside your pussy stretching you out.

“Sebby…” you whisper and grip the pillow under your head. “Sebby please… I need you. I need you inside me.”

He moans against your pussy and slowly pulls away to crawl back up over you, pushing down his shorts and kicking them off to the floor. You instinctively reach down and wrap a hand around his length; jerking him slowly between you both. Sebastian leans down over you and pants against your lips, eyes lightly closed and hips moving faintly as he hardens fully in your hand.

Running the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip you shuffle and tilt your hips, guiding him inside you with ease until he’s fully buried inside you. Sebastian kisses you slowly and moans, his arms moving to sit under your shoulders and hold you close as he rolls his hips into you.

His movements are fluid and deliberate, setting a steady pace that works for the both of you. Your arms wrap around his back, hands splaying over his skin and holding him too you. Your body arches and rocks, your hips raise and twist to his and your lips barely leave each other except for small whispers of “I love you!” and “feels so good!” Your moans mix into your quickening breaths against one another, hips speeding up and losing rhythm.

You let your head fall back against the pillows and groan louder than you had anticipated, Sebastian grunts and scrapes his teeth across your collarbones, uttering various curse words in both English and Romanian eventually just landing on the repeating of “Fuck!”

Sebastian tilts his hips and gasps aloud, your splayed hands tighten, nails digging into his back as you feel that familiar tightening coil low down in your core “There!!” You call out and wrap your legs around him, pulling his cock deep into you and pulling you over; the tight coil letting loose. Your walls tighten and pulse along his cock and Sebastian moans loudly a few moments later as his own orgasm grips him.

You both lay panting, entwined in each other as you come down. Light open kisses and whispers against skin. You slowly uncross your ankles behind Sebastian and you both relax enough to move to your side.

He holds you close and stops you from moving off of him “not yet… stay there a bit longer..” kissing you slowly.

You nod and nuzzle against his jaw, feeling relaxed and safe in his arms.

-- fin --

#sebastian stan imagine #hotel party for 2 #sebastian stan #imagine

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