#Mmm scones

[mariana-oconnor]

The Silver Blaze pt 2

We venture further into the web of intrigue, murder and horse theft.

I have decided that the funniest end to this story is if Silver Blaze is just never seen again. Like the horse just ran off onto the moors and is now living in sin with a herd of Dartmoor ponies and frolicking all the livelong day.

Although it would be funny, but tragic, if Silver Blaze ends up being killed offpage in a random shipwreck. I don't want that to happen, but there would be a certain black humour to events.

In every other direction the low curves of the moor, bronze-colored from the fading ferns, stretched away to the sky-line, broken only by the steeples of Tavistock, and by a cluster of houses away to the westward which marked the Mapleton stables.

Watson was secretly being paid by the Devon Marketing Board because this makes me want to go to Dartmoor. Go to Devon, have a nice cream tea, see some Dartmoor ponies, experience the terrifying and exhilarating awe of witnessing untamed nature? God I need a holiday.

And a cream tea.

But mostly a holiday.

I didn't realise the other stables were so close you could literally see them from the main house, though.

“I think that I should prefer to stay here a little and go into one or two questions of detail. Straker was brought back here, I presume?” “Yes; he lies upstairs. The inquest is to-morrow.”

Just got the body of a murdered man upstairs, nbd.

I know they have nowhere else to put him, but damn that's unsanitary. Don't keep him upstairs, at least keep him somewhere cold and not part of the main house. Although I suppose you could be keeping him in the pantry, so we're all grateful you're not.

“I presume that you made an inventory of what he had in this pockets at the time of his death, Inspector?”

Also, the American spelling of aluminium... like we had the American spelling of grey a week or so ago. That always throws me out a bit, but I acknowledge that that is probably because it is literally my job to localise things from US to UK English and vice versa, so I am trained to notice them.

"This other is a milliner's account for thirty-seven pounds fifteen made out by Madame Lesurier, of Bond Street, to William Derbyshire."

Back to the trusty inflation calculator, thank you Bank of England website, that's more than £3,500 in today's money. And while Holmes says 'a single costume' as far as I'm aware, milliners were hat makers, not full on tailors, although maybe they did both. 3.5 grand for a hat is... insane amounts of money. Could this be a secret payment for a horse? Or for stealing a horse? Money laundering?

“Dear me! Why, I could have sworn to it. You wore a costume of dove-colored silk with ostrich-feather trimming.” “I never had such a dress, sir,” answered the lady.

Guessing that's the £3.5K dress, then. Ostrich feathers are pricey.

So... so... what if the guy had the cataract knife in his pocket, which was super sharp, right, and the cork fell off the blade, right... and it cut his leg as he was walking? and in the confusion the horse stomped him to death with its hooves. And then Silver Blaze ran off into the night, met a nice Dartmoor pony, settled down, fathered a few foals, and lived happily to the end of his days.

“In this bag I have one of the boots which Straker wore, one of Fitzroy Simpson's shoes, and a cast horseshoe of Silver Blaze.” “My dear Inspector, you surpass yourself!”

Another competent police officer! Will wonders never cease? Although the last one did arrest the wrong man deliberately and have racist articles published in order to lure out the true suspect.

The horse is a very gregarious creature. If left to himself his instincts would have been either to return to King's Pyland or go over to Mapleton.

Or... or... or... to the Dartmoor ponies. Freedom! Pony friends. Thundering across the moors together.

"It was Holmes who saw them first, and he stood pointing with a look of triumph upon his face. A man's track was visible beside the horse's."

OK, working theory, which I absolutely cannot remember if I'm right or not. Straker steals the horse because he has debts/an expensive mistress (£3.5k for a dress yikes), but as stated before, the cork comes off the knife, he cuts open his thigh and panics. Man panicking makes horse panic, because horses are scaredy cats. But they are heavy scaredy cats with hooves. Silver Blaze unintentionally kills his own kidnapper and runs off into the night. Then one of the grooms from the other stable sees him says 'ooh, free horse' and leads him back to the stable.

The double track turned sharp off and took the direction of King's Pyland. Holmes whistled, and we both followed along after it. His eyes were on the trail, but I happened to look a little to one side, and saw to my surprise the same tracks coming back again in the opposite direction.

So they were going to return him... then they decided not to?

“I've no time to talk to every gadabout. We want no stranger here. Be off, or you may find a dog at your heels.” Holmes leaned forward and whispered something in the trainer's ear. He started violently and flushed to the temples.

Not a horse whisperer, but a horse-trainer whisperer.

Silas Brown seems like a pleasant fellow, doesn't he? Love it when people threaten to set dogs on me just for stopping to have a chat.

“Oh, and old horse-faker like him has many a dodge.”

I do know how the horse has been hidden. That is like the one thing I remember. I think Enid Blyton used the same trick in one of her stories at one point. Either that or she just wrote another story about a stolen horse and I smashed them together in my mind.

"That is the advantage of being unofficial. I don't know whether you observed it, Watson, but the Colonel's manner has been just a trifle cavalier to me. I am inclined now to have a little amusement at his expense. Say nothing to him about the horse."

Colonels, you can't trust them. I'm trying to remember a single colonel in these stories who has been a good guy and I'm struggling. Even the one who died was a traitor. Colonels should not be trusted.

We had only been a few hours in Devonshire, and that he should give up an investigation which he had begun so brilliantly was quite incomprehensible to me.

Yeah, my dudes, stop for lunch. Find a nice little country pub or cafe somewhere. Have a tea, have a scone. Please allow me to vicariously live through you.

The Inspector opened his eyes, and the Colonel's lip curled in a sneer. “So you despair of arresting the murderer of poor Straker,” said he.

Colonels are terrible. This is clearly the hidden message of these stories.

Wouldn't put it past him to be race fixing and have bet against his own horse, then arranged for Straker to get Silver Blaze out of the way for a little while so he can rake in the dough.

But maybe he's just a horrible person. That's also possible. Not all horrible people are criminals. We must remember this.

Until next time. We've solved where the horse is (which is the bit I already sort of knew. I knew it was in a stable and I knew how it was being hidden), next step the mastermind behind the failed theft.

I really think that Straker might have accidentally sliced open his own artery and caused all the problems. This is why you don't keep knives in your pocket. Bad idea. Lots of arteries and veins right there.

Alas, Silver Blaze did not choose to roam the moors with a herd of wild ponies. Still kind of wish he had, though.

[imaf00die777]

[bi-writes]

ok simon and his mail order bride live rent-free in my head now and, like, what i wanna know is what their anniversaries look like? not just their one year anniversary, but also their fifth or tenth? how does it change as they settle into that deep comfortability that comes with being with someone a long time? -391780

this piece i still consider canon mail-order bride, but i see it almost as an extra than a continuation of the current story since it is very much in the future of that timeline. <3

mail-order bride

it's difficult to see the potential of something so mangled. sometimes things are so worn out and so used that they don't reflect what their purpose was. instead of function, they see flaw. instead of value, they see waste.

sometimes you wonder if that's what they saw in you. sometimes you wonder if that's why you were given to him.

that's what they made him. simon was a tortured dog they let loose. they saw value, but only what was left, and perhaps they thought something like you might help them squeeze just that little bit more out of him. one more year. one more op.

the sunlight wakes you up. you forgot to pull the blinds, but when you see simon sleeping peacefully next to you, it's worth it to be up so early. you know as soon as you move, he will wake, so you keep still for just a few more minutes.

today marks ten. he doesn't look much older. he seems to have stopped aging ever since you asked him to put in his papers.

like always, as soon as you sit up, simon blinks awake. he's bleary, but conscious, and when your eyes meet, you smile at him. he lifts his big hand and rubs your back gently. you don't speak any words so early in the morning, but you don't have to. there isn't much to say when the love of your life loves you, and you love them back.

you push the blankets off, giggling when you reveal the black and orange balls of fur that blink up at you. they almost seem irritated that you interrupted their sleep, snuggled in the heat that simon radiated. they'll just have to deal with it.

you drag your hand down simon's leg wordlessly. you hear his deep breaths from behind, and you reach into your bedside table to press a little balm into your hand before spreading the ointment across his knee and under it. you work it into the muscles nice and slow; any faster, and simon will hitch his breath in pain, and you'll have to start over.

you kiss his knee before laying back down, settling into his side, and you lift up your left hand, wiggling your fingers knowingly at him before looking up towards his face. he smiles down at you sleepily, raising his hand to cup your fingers.

"still love me?" you ask softly, and simon pretends to think about.

"mmm..." he rumbles. "still love ya."

"but do you still like me?"

"more everyday."

the first few years were spent trying to play catch-up. fancy dinners, expensive gifts, handwritten letters that could've been novels to try and stuff the love you have for each other all in one night. they were all wonderful; you think about those nights all the time, and you cherish the gifts he's given you like they are a part of you, but today feels different.

today might not be just another day, but it's just as special as yesterday. and the day before that. and the day before that.

when it's time to really wake up, you let simon guide you. he walks easy, barely a limp, and he sits you down at your vanity to help you do your hair as you add your serums and moisturizers. he's good with that brush, running it through gently, parting your hair the way you like so he can tie it up. he'd braid your hair if you asked him to (he said it wasn't unlike all the knots he knows how to tie--and he meant it, no one dutch braids like him), but you know your show came out last night, and you want to watch them with the scones you have proofing in the fridge.

he makes the coffee and tea while you set the scones in the oven. you fill the cat's bowls while he cleans out the water fountain. it's wordless, the morning routine, but you like the times when you brush by him. when your arm runs against his. when your hands bump going for the same cabinet. when he leans down as he passes you, kissing along your jaw before he keeps walking.

bliss. fucking bliss.

he's waiting for you in the living room once you pull the scones out of the oven. your coffee sits on the table on its coaster, in your favorite mug, and he's under your blanket as he flips through the tv. he already knows what you'll want to watch, and you bite back your smile when you notice him typing it into the search bar because he didn't see it when he scrolled past (you keep telling him to wear his glasses, but he'll never listen).

you take a seat next to him, thumbing at his cheek, and he takes a scone off the plate before biting into it. he smiles when he tastes chocolate, looking at you knowingly, and you reach for his hand as you settle against his chest.

you used to be mangled, too. a mess. pretty on the outside, dying on the inside. all fried wires, a traumatized animal, learned behavior of relieve and appease that kept you out of trouble and out of sight.

you have never seen simon this way. and simon has never seen you this way. no hopeless potential. no wasted space. no diminishing value.

i matter because you matter. you matter because i matter.

hidden, not broken. disguised, not incomplete. you did not have jagged edges, only armor that you tried to put up to protect yourself.

you tip your head back to look up at him, and when he cups your jaw to stare back at you, you're relieved by what you see in his eyes.

ten years. it will be nothing like forever. it will be nothing like your next life, nor like the life after that. it's comforting to know what home looks like. maybe you will recognize it the way you recognized it in this life.

no, that can't be it.

you recognized it because it had already happened. in some other time, in some other place, you were sitting where you sit now, looking at simon the way you look at him now.

you knew who he was before you even met him, and you will know who he is when you meet him again.

[thetxtdevil]

Strawberry Dreams

Blueberry Boy!Kai x Strawberry Shortcake!Reader

summary: Kai knows a girl and he knows that no one is sweeter. She's got that special touch.

content: nsfw/mdni short thoughts, aphrodisiac body, fem.reader, innocent reader+kai kinda corrupting each other, oral (f. & m. rec), breeding kink, descriptions of cum, cum eating, missionary, riding

word count: 900

In Strawberryland where all the people are happy and a little fruity. A big plump strawberry cottage sits in a green meadow and across was a just as big blueberry house. Cute, shy, Blueberry Boy Kai, sits and waits watching your house. Waiting until his best friend opens her red and white striped curtains and unlock the top of her front dutch door, and like clock work you did. "Hi Kai!" "Hi y/n!!!" You're Strawberry Shortcake, you are Kai's best friend in the world and the most popular girl of the place. You wave to all your friends while riding your bike all through town and to your bakery booth. While Blueberry Kai follows you close behind. Your booth is open 5 days a week at the Strawberryland Farmers' Market and Kai is always there to help you set up.

On your free days you were consistently making your strawberry shortcake desserts while Kai strums his guitar on your pink fluffy rug in your very red living room. "Mmm Kai you need to try this!" The blueberry boy is swift on his feet prepared to grab a spoon to try your new icing, but he stops once he sees your fingers stretched out in front of him. His form bends down to lick your fingers getting more than a taste of your icing. His agrees that the icing tastes really good, but something felt odd... he felt different... Hungry, not in his stomach, hunger burned in his chest down to his groin. Kai's blue eyes study your focused face attention back on your pastry. The next events happens fast, you gasp feeling something soft and wet licking your neck. You look down only to see a fluff of the blueberry boy's sapphire hair. Now you were questioning this same new feeling something weird yet felt good...

Poor, poor strawberry you, you didn't know that your strawberry nature was an aphrodisiac. Now that your blueberry boy had a taste, he's addicted. A whole pandora's box of smut and so on...

Your booth had a late start that Monday when you asked help to bring up the canopy. Kai walks up behind you raising his arms successfully creating a cover for your little shop, but then you feel something poking you. You turn around with worried eyes only to be faced with a predatory stare from Kai. Leading him to fuck you under the table of the booth. Once you begged him to stop because you needed to start business he respectfully stops, but he never leaves his spot under the table. Finding relief to eat you out while you try so hard to give the greatest customer service.

You were an aphrodisiac, but your slick was something more to Blueberry Kai. A sweet taste of fresh strawberries that strike his sweet tooth just right. His long tongue explored your folds intently, learning fast what soft parts have you shaking.

But who knew your best friend would make you just as obsessive. It seemed like Blueberry Kai's scent became stronger every sexual encounter you two had. He had an earthy scent that smelled close to a childhood memory made you feel warm inside. His cheeks turned the brightest pink every kiss you gave. Head lowering down to what seemed like a chronically erected dick, you soon found another addiction, his purple blueberry scone flavored cum. So sweet yet a little salty, you'd do anything to hear his whimpered moans and to get your tongue a shade of his lilac cum.

"Come on, Shortcake, what's taking you so long?" You bite your tongue as your hear your lemony friend call out. "B-berry I was supposed to go out with my friends today." However you were far from ready to go out, at that moment your legs were over Kai's shoulders while he was balls deep in you. "Come on, sweet, just one more." it will be 3 more until that blueberry is tired and you can go hangout with your friends

Let me take it a step further and mention Kai's new found breeding kink and loving the idea of a strawberry/blueberry hybrid child. You're making a pie with a mini version of him with purple hair, that's what he envisions when he sees you all creampied with his cum. You make Kai want to do it again and again when you whine out of arousal every time he pushes his sweet cum back in your cunt.

A sweet picnic turned into a make-out session. You two bike down the road eventually turning into a dirt path next to a big lake. Laying a gingham blanket on the plush emerald grass, shaded by the trees that encapsulate the area. You sit close to the Blueberry Boy, feeding him a triangular cut jelly sandwich. Oops, some jelly is left on his lip, you lick it off. Leading to a kiss, to an open mouth kiss, his tongue gets a taste of you quickly reminded of the fact that you're a walking aphrodisiac. Kai picks you up to put you on his lap, not wasting time to have you watching the small waves of the water while riding his big cock. :')

This goes to show that Blueberry Boy Kai and Strawberry Shortcake you are a very fluffy couple. So sweet just like your names, but please PLEASE don't have Kai get too close to you or you will be split into two strawberries.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 🍓 🫐

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[kurishiri]

02 ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—

꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow or characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!

— cw: potato slander >:[

—— City (day) ——

Kate: I want to know what ‘a future where humans and Cursed ones can hold hands’ and ‘a new order’ are to you.

Darius: ………hmm.

Was it the angle of the light that seemed to change something in his gaze?

For there was a darkness I didn’t know of reflected in those honey-colored eyes, which seemed to sweetly flicker——something told me so.

But…

Darius: Ahaha, you earnest girl, you.

That cold look in his eyes faded off somewhere in an instant.

Darius was looking at me, ‘as a lover.’

Darius: That said, that’s hardly a question to ask your lover, right?

D: How about we start by telling each other our favorite colors and foods and whatnot.

Perhaps I got dodged, or he just didn’t feel like touching upon such topics.

(And besides that, perhaps I got too hasty there too.)

Kate: Yes, let’s. How about we start with foods then?

Darius: Then ladies first. You can start us off.

Kate: My favorite food is… well, there’s too many to list,

K: but I would say the ice cream in front of the station, and scones generously spread with clotted cream and jam.

K: Oh, and I like meat pies with spice that kicks, and sandwiches during a play intermission as well.

Darius: Ahaha, you really do have many to list. Did you work as a gourmet journalist before this or something?

A teasing tone laced into his voice, it was like getting told I was a glutton, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed.

Kate: N-no…!

K: It’s just when I eat delicious foods, I feel it fills both the stomach and the heart, and it makes me happy, so that’s how I know a lot…

Darius: Hmm. The heart too, huh…

D: In that case, if I want your heart, all I need is to prepare something delicious.

D: That’s good to know.

Kate: …You next, Darius. What are your favorite foods?

Darius: As for me, you see, I like foods that seem difficult to make and obtain.

D: On the other hand, I despise potatoes. I’m sorely fed up with that flavor. I ate so much they made me sick, and I don’t want to eat another one for the rest of my life.

D: I also don’t like dry foods. They get stuck in my throat, so I’m not very good with them.

Kate: When you say ‘foods that seem difficult to make and obtain,’ what does that entail, for example?

Darius: Hm, well… I’d say showing you would get the job done faster than explaining. Come along.

Kate: Ah…

Darius suddenly pulled at my hand——

(To where though?)

London should’ve been an unfamiliar city to him.

Darius: No doubt it’s around here.

Darius, while seeming to follow a scent, went around many street corners…

Without an ounce of hesitation, he pushed his way onwards, and there stood…

Kate: Oh, this shop…!

(It’s a famous patissiere that’s hard for newcomers to find.)

Darius: Well, that’s unfortunate. There’s only the normal kind here.

While looking through the window to the shop’s interior, Darius shrugged his shoulders.

(The pastry Darius is looking at…)

Kate: You mean the mille feuille?

Darius: Mhm, I was looking for my favorite, mille feuille glacé, but it seems they don’t sell it here.

Kate: Mille feuille glacé?

Darius: The kind that holds pie crust, cream, and ice cream. You don’t know of it?

Kate: …!! Oh, that— that’s definitely a delicacy, isn’t it!

(The crispy pie crust and the fluffy cream would be enough to bring about happiness, but to think there’s even ice cream too…)

Just how much happiness could this pastry bring, indeed?

Darius: It’s so good, it feels like your cheeks could melt. Have you never had one before?

Kate: No, never. But I would like to try…

Darius: Then it seems I should treat you to one. As your lover, that is.

While smiling, Darius pushed open the door to the patissiere.

And then——

—— Café ——

Kate: Mmm! It’s really, really good.

Darius: Well, it’s not an actual mille feuille glacé. But at least it does capture the essence.

Indeed, what I was eating was simply a regular mille feuille with ice cream on top of it.

It was what Darius suggested, as a substitute for mille feuille glacé.

Kate: Even if it’s not the real thing, it’s still really good. To think there was such a thing…

Darius: The real thing is infinitely more tasty. Someday, I’ll treat you to a real one, so for now, just enjoy this.

Kate: Hehe, I look forward to having a real one sometime then.

Darius: Hey, could I have a bite too? Of that faux one.

Kate: Of course. Here you are.

I handed the plate with the mille feuille, a fork, and a knife over to Darius.

But…

Darius: ૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎აⁿᵒᵐ

(Ah—)

In a smooth motion, Darius took a large bite out of the mille feuille, the fork thrust in it.

Darius: Well, it’s good in its own right, isn’t it?

With the fork still in the mille feuille, he put it back on the plate.

Kate: Umm…

Darius: Why do I not cut it?

Kate: Y-yes, there is that, but more importantly, your gloves…

While taking a bite of the mille feuille, his pure white gloves got dirtied by the chocolate ice cream that hung from it.

Darius: It’s all sticky now.

Kate: It should be clean if it’s washed soon. I’ll go do so in the washroom, so could you lend me your gloves?

All of a sudden, Darius lowered his gaze to his gloves.

Darius: ………Well, alright then.

D: These gloves are important to me, so don’t lose them.

He removed his gloves before dropping them from above.

It was as though he was going out of his way so our hands would not touch.

Darius: Ahh, don’t take it personally. It’s just if I touch you directly, I’ll end up being able to see something I don’t want to see.

Kate: Something you don’t want to see?

Darius: “Upon direct skin contact with another, I can see that person’s most unfortunate future.” That’s my ability, you see.

Kate: Huh…

Such a confession was so sudden, I couldn’t help but widen my eyes, when…

Gentleman: Excuse me.

A gentleman, who was moving at a quick pace, bumped into Darius and left with a short apology.

Darius: ………

(Just now, he… made direct contact with that gentleman, didn’t he?)

His eyes, which had been staring after the gentleman, slowly turned this way, and…

Darius: Care to see what said ‘most unfortunate’ future is as well?

to be continued…

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[quinnysnursery]

i’d really love to see some headcanons of cg!matt taking his little to disneyland for the first time bc they never were able to go as a child :((

[🩹] the most magical place on earth | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo x fem!little!reader

summary : y/n's never been to disneyworld, matt thinks it's about time to change that

warning/extra tid-bits : being little in public, mentions of y/n having an unsafe childhood but nothing too serious!! i think that's all :)

word count : 1,599 + not proofread

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (pooh bears from @kodaswrld ,, line from @taurus-magicka)

a/n : apart of @bambisturnioloalt 's NNN event!! ✨

Main Street U.S.A

Your eyes darted around the slightly overstimulating environment. You huddled closer to Matt’s side, trying your best not to have your shoulder bumped in the sea of people. 

“Stay close sweetheart.” Matt reminded, though he knew you didn’t really need the reminder- you hardly ever left his side in the comfort of your own home, you wouldn’t dare wander away inside of Disney World. 

“Dada,” You whisper, quickly causing Matt to turn his full attention to you. “Hm?” He asked, bending down ever so slightly to hear your better. You pointed to a store that was emitting a naturally sweet smell- “Main Street Confectionery”.

Matt smiled warmly at you and your sweet tooth. “Alright, but only because you ate all your breakfast.” He said, you nodded eagerly- briefly reminiscing  on the Mickey-shaped waffles you scarfed down in the hotel room.

The two of you stepped into the confectionery, both of you inhaling in the sweet smell of chocolate and pastries. Matt slowly led you through the aisles of candy, bringing you to the pastry case- a cast member smiled at you both brightly, “Hi! What can I get you two today?” She asked, her name tag reading “Ari”.

You gazed at all the different pastries and treats inside of the glass case. The selection was wide, ranging from cupcakes, cookies, candy apples and a multitude of decorated rice crispy treats. One in particular caught your eye though, a chocolate chip scone in the shape of a Mickey head. 

“That one p’ease!” You smiled brightly, tapping on the glass. Ari nodded, smiling as she quickly pulled on a new pair of gloves before scooping up the scone and placing it into a pastry bag and handing it to you before turning her attention to your caregiver.

“Can I get you anything?” She asked, Matt thought for a moment before shaking his head- knowing he’d steal a few bites from your scone. “Alright! That’ll be 5.29!” She chirped. Matt nodded, pulling out his card and tapping it to the card reader. 

“Have a magical day!” Ari called out, waving goodbye as the two of you walked away. You beamed, turning around on your heel quickly- “Hav’a magical day!” You squealed, looking excitedly at Matt- who’s eyes were full of pure love.

Adventure Land

Walking from Main Street U.S.A to Adventure Land didn’t take long at all- in fact it probably would’ve been quicker had Matt not insisted on stopping to wipe the melted chocolate off of your hands and mouth.

“Okay sweetheart, which ride do you wanna go on?” Matt asked, he knew that the “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride was out of the picture- as it had a drop that neither him nor you felt like concurring on a day that was purely about healing your inner-child. 

You looked at the map that your caregiver had made sure to snag up at the entrance of the park. 

“Let’s see there’s…the jungle cruise…the tiki room…and…aladdin’s magic carpets.” He smiled, showing you where each attraction was on the map. You thought for a moment, squishing your cheek into Matt’s arm as you leaned on him. 

“Mmm…magic ca’pet!” You smiled, bouncing excitedly. Matt smiled, collapsing your hands together once more before beginning to lead you to the Aladdin-themed ride.

The line wasn’t unbearably long. The two of you had planned your trip during that interesting period of time where the weather wasn’t sweltering hot and the lines were short enough- thanks to the holiday crowds not flocking the park just yet.

“How many in your party?” The cast member in charge of the line asked, you glanced up at Matt- shuffling behind him slightly. “Two.” He smiled, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner. 

The cast member, who’s name-tag read “Madi”, nodded- waiting for the current passengers on the ride to completely exit. 

“Do you want a sticker, hun?” Madi smiled, digging into her pocket and pulling out some Jasmine and Aladdin themed stickers- tearing one off and offering it to the little.

Matt looked towards Y/n, gently nodding to reassure her it was okay. You nodded softly, squeaking out a quiet “Thank ‘ou!” as you took the sticker- shoving it into your pocket.

“Oh! Looks like you two are up! Have fun, enjoy your ride!” Madi grinned, opening the gate and letting the couple walk in. You dragged Matt over to one of the ride’s vehicles- quickly shuffling in. 

It didn’t take long for the ride to begin, the magic carpets lifting into the air- causing you to cling to Matt a bit tighter, but giggle nonetheless.

“Should we move the lever?” Matt smiled, motioning to the lever that would allow you to move your carpet higher or lower as you pleased. You nodded excitedly, watching as Matt lifted the lever higher- in turn making your magic carpet fly higher than the others. 

You squealed with happiness, hands flapping excitedly as you a warm feeling spread throughout your heart. This was all you’d ever wanted as a child, and as Matt watched your face light up- he couldn’t be more grateful that he was the person who got to help your dreams come true.

Fantasy Land

Fantasy Land had been the area you were most excited to visit, all for one singular reason.

A plump yellow bear famously known as “Winnie the Pooh”. 

You’d been a fan of the bear and his group of friends since your childhood, he was one of the few comfort sources that you had access to and even after getting away from your family- you still loved the yellow bear.

Matt shared your love for Winnie the Pooh- in fact, it was one of the first things the two of you bonded over when you first met. So when you began looking into visiting Disney world with your caregiver there was thing that took precedence above everything else.

Meeting the beloved bear.

That’s what currently had you, anxiously breathing in line to meet the Pooh. The meet and greet spot was right outside of his ride, but due to the quick turns and darker lightening- you decided to pass on the ride this trip. 

…Only after Matt promised you could both come back to the theme park before the year was up.

Nonetheless, you were about three groups away from meeting your childhood hero and god, you couldn’t help but be filled with nervous excitement. 

Matt, of course, noticed this- wrapping you in a tight bearhug and pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “Deep breaths,” He hummed, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

Matt knew how much this meant to you. How much Winnie the Pooh had been a source of comfort- a source of safety for you in your chaotic-like childhood. Even now in your adult-life, you still decorated you and Matt’s apartment with that silly yellow bear- claiming he just “made you smile”. 

Matt didn’t mind, you smiling made him smile. 

Your eyes widened even more as you realized it was your turn. Matt got out his phone to videotape as you cautiously approached the bear, beaming with excitement. 

Embarrassingly (at least, embarrassingly to you), you felt tears bud in your eyes as the bear pulled you into a tight hug- swaying back and forth playfully. Matt noticed this as well, feeling proud tears gloss over his eyes- he knew he’d never be able to heal everything you’d gone through, but he was proud of how far you’d both come so far.

Pooh Bear tapped his nose to your cheek and motioned as if he was wiping away your tears. You smiled brightly, using the sleeves of your yellow sweater to wipe them away. 

You giggled, going back in for one last hug before turning to Matt- allowing him to take a few photos.

“D’you guys want me to get one of the three of you?” The character-attendee asked- their name-tag reading ‘Comet’ offering up their hand for Matt’s phone. You nodded eagerly, waving Matt over. 

Your caregiver quickly handed the castmember his phone and joining both you and the bear- matching toothy smiles on you and your caregivers face as Comet snapped a multitude of pictures.

You got a final hug from your childhood-hero before quickly dragging Matt into the Winnie the Pooh themed giftshop- immediately gravitating towards the plushie aisle.

“Wasn’t he so sweet?” Matt asked, earning an eager nod from you. You were practically buzzing thanks to all the positive feelings that came from meeting the big yellow bear. “Uh-huh! Da’ sweetest like hon’e!” You giggled, Matt couldn’t help but let out a low coo.

“Okay baby, pick out any stuffie- Dada’s treat.” Matt decided, you let out a squeal, hugging Matt tightly before saying, “T’ank ‘ou!”

You browsed the plush shelf for a few moments- there were a few weighted plushies, a collection of plushies that were meant to replicate the original artstyle but there was one stuffed bear that captured your heart almost immediately. 

A medium sized winnie the pooh plush, wearing a onesie that was designed to look like his beloved friend, tigger. You quickly picked him up off of the shelf- hugging his soft boy close to your chest before shoving him mere inches in Matt’s face.

“Dis’ one!” You beamed before remembering your manners, “P’ease!” 

Matt smiled, “Alright sweetheart, let’s go pay.” He said, leading you to the cashier.

That night, you curled up in your cozy hotel bed- plush bear curled up tightly in your arms- satisfied with your visit to the most magical place on earth.

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[wildesqdreams]

rom com

pairing - xander hawthorne x fem!reader.

summary - a girl who loves romance and a playful boyfriend spending time together. it's like out of a movie.

warnings - none, just fluff and cuteness, well, and xander's annoying scones.

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a/n: god, guys, it has been a while, hahaha. i'm sorry for not posting anything, i've just lost inspiration, but i'll try to write more, but i'm not promising anything... enjoy :)

'i wanna be thirty... thirty and flirty and thriving!'

y/n pulled the blanket up her body, as she got more comfortable on the bed, the smile not leaving her face. watching silly little rom-coms on her laptop with snacks and a peaceful environment was her way of having a fun time, so when her boyfriend suggested it, she was delighted.

she looked at her phone. 30 minutes had passed since xander left to get some scones, qouting, "what's life without a blueberry scone?"

even though the plan was to get everything ready, both being present and then start the movie night, y/n couldn't wait and started the movie - besides xander has watched it a million times because of her, since she loves love.

a small laugh escaped her lips from the scene, where jenna woke up as a grown-up and met the random man in her apartment. 'you're naked!' she spoke, using an umbrella as a weapon.

her gaze went to the door that opened, xander entering the room: "i'm back-" he stopped, the door shutting closed, but him remaining by it.

his hand went to his heart, "you started watching without me."

the smile on y/n's face grew wider at his sarcastic tone, "and you started eating without me?" she motioned to his hand that held a half eaten scone.

xander walked towards the bed, "couldn't resist it, besides jameson already ate most of the blueberry ones," he put the plate on the nightstand while eating the rest of the scone.

the girl hummed, "well, i couldn't resist the movie. besides, you've already watched it," her eyes met his, "multiple times."

her boyfriend chuckled as he moved the laptop off her legs, placing it further in the bed, "i feel heartbroken."

"hmm," she laughed, while xander climbed on top of the girl, putting his arms besides her on the bed, "well you should eat another scone then, since they're your favorite thing."

he laid on top of her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, humming, when he felt her hand touch his hair, "mmm, after robots."

y/n chuckled, "dammm, and here i thought i was your favorite."

"naa, you're like in the third place or something."

"you jerk!" she faked gasped while smiling and pushed him off of her and off the bed. but before she could get comfortable, she felt hands pulling her waist, "wait, xander-" the noise of them both crashing on the floor filled the room.

xander groaned as his arms tightened around the girl, who was on top, "that's what you get for talking like that."

a small smile appeared on his face, "yes, ma'am."

the boy let out another groan since he was the one who landed on the hard floor, hitting his head in the process.

"you idiot," y/n brushed his curls away from his forehead, then placing her hand on his cheek, drawing small circles with her thumb on his skin.

the boy turned his head and softly kissed her wrist, "i love you," his lips traveled up her arm, "more than scones and robots," he pecked her shoulder before laying his head back on the ground.

"so you're telling me even more than blueberry scones?"

he grinned, "now, that's a little too far."

the girl chuckled, as she pushed his face with her hand, "shut up."

xander's arm traveled up her side to the back of her neck, pulling her down, as he turned his head back, "come here."

he let out a satisfied sigh when their lips met, his other hand squeezing her hip.

"i love you," she mumbled against his lips, her hand on his shoulder

he deepend the kiss, pulling her closer, "i love you too."

if y/n could choose one thing in the world, that would be staying in xander hawthorne's arms forever. feeling his soft touch and rapid heartbeat. feeling the love he has for her till she couldn't breathe anymore. the nerdy, sarcastic boy was her home. he was the dream that she wished for as a hopeless romantic. he was everything.

soon, xander pulled away, mumbling, "what do you think of watching the movie on the floor?"

she pecked his lips before getting up and grabbing the laptop and a blanket, "i would say you're a genius."

[aishangotome]

[Darius Vogel] I Can't Return to a Time Before You Part 2

Kate: I want to know what kind of world "a future where humans and the cursed join hands" or "a new order" would be.

Darius: ………… Hmm...

Was it just the light that made his gaze seem to change?

I felt as if a darkness I didn't know had been reflected in his honey-colored eyes, which had been sweetly swaying until a moment ago.

But....

Darius: Hahaha, you're so serious.

The cold look in his eyes disappeared in an instant.

Darius was looking at me "as a lover."

Darius: But that's not a question you ask your lover, is it?

Darius: First, let's tell each other our favorite colors and foods.

Was he brushing me off, or did he not want to talk about it?

(Maybe I was being too hasty.)

Kate: You're right. Let's start by telling each other our favorite foods, then.

Darius: Well then, ladies first. You go ahead.

Kate: My favorite foods... There are so many, I don't know where to start.

Kate: The ice cream in front of the station, and the scones with lots of clotted cream and jam.

Kate: I also like spicy meat pies and sandwiches to eat during intermissions at the theater.

Darius: Hahaha, you really do have a lot of favorites. Was your previous job a food critic or something, Fairytale Keeper?

His teasing voice made me feel a little embarrassed, as if he was saying I was a glutton.

Kate: Th-that's not true...!

Kate: I just know a lot because when I eat delicious food, my stomach and heart are filled and I feel happy...

Darius: Hmm. Your heart, huh...?

Darius: So, when I want to win your heart, Fairytale Keeper, all I have to do is prepare delicious food for you.

Darius: I've learned something good.

Kate: ...Now it's your turn to tell me your favorite food, Darius.

Darius: I like foods that seem difficult to make or obtain.

Darius: Conversely, I hate potatoes. I'm sick of that taste. I've eaten them so much that I don't want to eat them again for the rest of my life.

Darius: I also don't like dry food because it gets stuck in my throat.

Kate: What kind of food is difficult to make or obtain?

Darius: Well... It might be faster to show you than to explain. Come with me.

Kate: Whoa!

Darius suddenly took my hand and–

(Where are we going?)

This is supposed to be an unfamiliar city to him.

Darius: This is definitely the way.

Darius sniffed the air as he made his way through a maze of twists and turns... He continued on without a moment's hesitation, and there it was...

Kate: Ah, this shop...!

(It's a famous patisserie that's notoriously difficult for beginners to find.)

Darius: Too bad. They only have the usual stuff.

Darius shrugged as he gazed through the window at the inside of the store.

(Is Darius looking at...)

Kate: The mille-feuille?

Darius: Yeah, I was looking for my favorite, mille-feuille glacé, but it doesn't look like they sell it.

Kate: Mille-feuille glacé?

Darius: It's a mille-feuille with puff pastry, cream, and ice cream sandwiched between them. Don't you know it?

Kate: ...!! That must be absolutely delicious!

(Just the crispy puff pastry and fluffy cream alone can make you happy, but on top of that, there's ice cream...)

What a happy pastry it must be.

Darius: It's so delicious that your cheeks will melt. You've never had it before?

Kate: No, I haven't. I'd love to try it!

Darius: Then I have to let you try it. As your lover.

Darius smiled and opened the door to the patisserie.

And then––.

Kate: Mmm! This is so delicious!

Darius: It's not a real mille-feuille glacé, though. Well, it's just the atmosphere.

That's right, what I'm eating is just a plain mille-feuille with ice cream on top.

It was Darius' suggestion as a substitute for mille-feuille glacé.

Kate: Even if it's not the real thing, it's very delicious. I didn't know you could eat it like this.

Darius: The real thing is much more delicious. I'll let you try it someday, but for now, just enjoy the atmosphere.

Kate: Hehe, I'm looking forward to the day I can eat it.

Darius: Hey, that fake one. Give me a bite, too.

Kate: Of course. Here you go.

I moved the plate with the mille-feuille, fork, and knife toward Darius.

But....

Darius: Chomp.

Darius stuck his fork into the mille-feuille and took a big bite.

Darius: This is delicious in its own way, isn't it?

The mille-feuille, still pierced by the fork, was returned to the plate.

Kate: Um...

Darius: You're wondering why I didn't cut it?

Kate: Th-that too, but more importantly, your gloves...

His pure white gloves were stained with the chocolate ice cream that had dripped when he bit into the mille-feuille.

Darius: They've gotten all sticky.

Kate: I think it will come clean if you wash it right away. I'll go wash it in the patisserie's restroom, so please give me your gloves.

Darius suddenly looked down at his gloves.

Darius: ………… Well, whatever.

Darius: These gloves are important to me, so don't lose them.

He dropped the gloves he had taken off from above.

As if taking care not to let our hands touch.

Darius: Oh, don't take it personally. If I touch you directly, I'll see something I don't want to see.

Kate: Something you don't want to see?

Darius: "When I touch someone's skin directly, I see the worst possible future they will experience." That's my ability.

Kate: What...?

It was then that I opened my eyes wide at his sudden confession.

Gentleman: I beg your pardon.

A gentleman in a hurry bumped into Darius, gave a brief apology, and left.

Darius: ............

(Did he just... touch that gentleman directly?)

Darius' eyes, which had been fixed on the gentleman's back, slowly turned towards me...

Darius: Would you like to see what the "worst" future looks like?

.

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Bitter Ending

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 23

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

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Part of The Club AU

You set out your ingredients, trying to strategize what to do first. You have ideas, lots of ideas, and that sort of anxious motivation that keeps you from sitting still. Maybe it’s a need for distraction from the sudden swerve your life has taken, or your incessant urge to do everything for everyone, or maybe it’s just easier to lie when you look busy.

You don’t owe Lloyd the truth. The more you think about it, you barely really know him. And he said it himself, it’s just sex. Good sex. The best sex you’ve had, not that you have much to compare it to. So fuck your feelings, as he’d so eloquently proclaim.

Scones first. You’ve settled on a white chocolate and cranberry, but think that might be better kept until the festive season. You’re still in the throes of fall so the pumpkin walnut squares will like be the bigger hit. Oh, and the maple croissants. If you have time, you might experiment with some apple caramel creation too.

You prop your phone against the wall at the back of the counter. You put your music on a low din, keeping a base recipe open as you begin your first bowl of batter. The flour puffs out of the bake and dusts your shirt. Too late to remember the apron.

You add the rest of the dry ingredients and carefully stir. You bought a whole set of mixing bowls after you noticed Lloyd’s lack of essentials. You’ll see if you can expense that out with the ingredients. Your surprise might not go over well for your wallet.

You add the butter and carefully mix it in until crumbly. You put that in the fridge and start on the wet ingredients, humming as you focus on the little tasks. It’s easier than thinking of anything else.

Your fatigue nips at your eyelids. It’s been a long day and with all this ahead of you, it’ll be a longer night. You yawn and flick your wrist, whisking the cream and eggs diligently. You feel something tickle up your back before two hands settle on your hips. 

You lurch in fright and still the whisk as Lloyd leans into you, peeking over your head. He drones and rubs his crotch against your ass. He clicks his tongue as he brings his hands up to fondle your chest.

“You’re making another mess,” he says as he flicks the bag of sugar, “Really living up to the whole sugar tits thing.”

“Oh, I’ll clean it up,” you try to ignore how he kneads your tits.

“Hope this isn’t all for me,” he growls.

“Actually, no,” your pulse piques as you summon your preconceived lie, “it’s for the kids. At the daycare. Just doing something nice.”

“Mmm, you’re so nice, Mimi,” he lilts his tone mockingly, “you wanna be nice to me, mommy?”

“Lloyd,” you push your elbow back into his side, “please. Later.”

He exhales, ot breath fanning over your scalp. He bends to nuzzle your head, gritting in his throat. “I’m not asking.”

You stiffen and grip the whisk, putting it back into motion.

“I’ll be done in a bit, I really can’t let this rest–”

“Something’s up. You’re not telling me something…” he brings his hand back to your waist.

“I’m baking. What would I lie about?”

“Come on,” he grinds into you, “you know our deal.”

“It can’t wait?” You clang the whisk off the side of the bowl.

“No,” he says firmly. “I’m tired of waiting and lately, you’ve been making me do a lot of that.”

He pulls you back and you let go of the whisk as it clinks against the metal. He leads you back as you latch onto his wrists, trying not to lose your balance. He spins you to face the island and crushes you against it.

“Lloyd,” you squeeze his forearms, “you’re being… pushy. Please, let me at least put everything away–”

“No,” he snarls and twists free of your grasp.

He grabs your wrists and brings your hands up to the marble countertop. He presses your palms flat under his large and leans his weight on you, a warning. Suddenly, you’re all too aware of his strength and size.

He nuzzles behind your ear as he growls again, “don’t move, mimi.”

“Lloyd,” you push your fingertips into the marble and try to shove yourself back. 

He keeps you penned in as he trails a hand up your arm. You reach up to follow his touch, brushing your fingers along his bicep as he curls it around your neck. You raise your chin to keep from being strangled. What the hell is he doing?

“Please, give me some space,” you feel the panic surge in your veins, so hot it beads over your brow, “I’m a bit claustro–”

He hushes you as he flexes his bicep against your neck. You gulp as your eyes round and you stare at the pristine walls. You shudder in horror as your powerlessness sets in. Not only in that moment. This man holds your life in his closed fist.

“I won’t be long, sugar tits,” his other hand creeps back and he feels along your side and hip. He curls his fingers beneath the back of your pants and tugs, yanking harshly until the button pops loose. “Something about the whole mother hen shit gets me going.”

“Lloyd,” you eke out, eyes wetting as you quiver, “please, I don’t want this right now.”

“That’s too fucking bad. That’s not our deal.”

“Wha– No–”

“Shhh,” he forces your pants down roughly as he kicks your feet apart, “if you’re not screaming my name, keep your mouth shut.”

Your body locks up in terror. You can’t make a noise, you can’t move as he peels down your panties. You’re trapped in the heat of his body and the crush of his weight. This can’t be happening.

You close your eyes, blocking out the kitchen, trying to tune out your reality. Your ears zero in on the low drone of music still buzzing from your phone.

Go on and be a big girl You asked for this now Go on and be a big girl Well, everybody's gonna drown you out

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 8)

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

“Mom!” Everest screams, tearing down the hallway at the sight of her.

“Mommy!” Arista follows.

Causing Y/N to lose her balance, toppling backwards from her crouched position, with both children in her arms. “I missed you.” She murmurs, kissing each of their heads in turn.

Haymitch is a few feet behind, Y/N ran all the way from the train. He picks up pace at the sound of their voices.

“Daddy!”

“What are you doing down there?” Haymitch chuckles at the sight. “Should I just get on top here?”

“Ahh!” Everest giggles, “he’s gonna crush us.”

“Do not jump.” Y/N warns.

“I think your mother wants me to jump.” Haymitch teases.

“No, dad.”

“Ooof,” Haymitch grunts, carefully joining his family.

“And I’m back to being chopped liver.” Madge laughs at the dog pile forming on the sitting room floor.

“Get in here, Madge.” Y/N insists.

“I’m good.”

“Come on, Madge.” Haymitch says.

“What do you want me to do?” Madge raises a brow, “I’m not holding you.”

“Well someone’s got to.”

“Hold him, Madge.”

“Aunt Madge, Aunt Madge, Aunt Madge!” The kids begin chanting.

“This is ridiculous.” The woman sighs, pushing hair back behind her ears, preparing to mount her sister’s husband.

“There she is.”

“Welcome home.” Madge says, staring down at her sister, the only one facing upward in all the chaos.

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It’s odd; the first few weeks of seeing the other houses in victor’s village lit up at night. Odd that there are other victors after being alone for so long.

Katniss falls into her old routine, hunting, visiting the hob and spending time with Prim. Even Gale. She hides her struggles as best she can.

Prim, Everest and Arista play hopscotch on the pathway between their houses. She teaches Y/N and Haymitch’s children to milk her goat and churn the milk into cheese.

Peeta is adjusting to life with a missing limb. The bottom portion of his left leg now replaced with a prosthetic, after the damage done by the mutts was deemed irreversible. Still he bakes and paints, delivering tiny offerings of scones and cookies; to Katniss and his mentors.

“Mmm, mhm.” Haymitch takes a deep whiff of the sweets. “Thank you, Peeta.”

“You’re welcome,” Peeta nods, watching as the older man carts the tray away.

“You can… if you want to stay for dinner. Doesn’t have to be every night,” Y/N knows the relationship with his family is complicated. “Just whenever you want to drop by, you’re welcome to.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“We’d love to have you,” Y/N squeezes his arm. “Come on in.”

“Why not?” He shrugs, with a smile.

Together they walk toward the dining room. Haymitch has plopped the tray down in the center of the table, allowing Everest and Arista to have dessert before dinner.

“We’re not sticklers about the order of things.” Y/N explains, pulling out a chair for him. “Peeta, this is my kid sister, Madge. Madge, this is Peeta.”

“Nice to meet you.” The woman seated beside him holds out her hand.

“Nice to meet you too.”

“Baby, how’s the ham coming?” Y/N calls to her husband, who’s preoccupied taste testing the cookies.

“There’s a ham?” Haymitch mumbles around a mouthful of food.

Y/N’s eyes bulge. “You forgot to put it in?”

“I’m messing with you.” Haymitch swallows, moving behind her chair to check on the main course.

“Terrible,” Y/N swats at him.

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Enough time has passed that Y/N watches for the lights in the windows of both Peeta and Katniss’ houses; only concerned when she doesn’t see them now.

President Snow’s retaliation could come at any time. Haymitch tries to put Y/N’s mind at ease, reasoning that if he hasn’t done anything yet, he may not do anything at all. If the districts and the Capitol are invested in the star crossed lover’s story, he has nothing to be angry about.

“The tour is only two months away, maybe he’s waiting until then.” Y/N worries at a loose string on her nightgown.

“When are we gonna talk about this?” Haymitch breathes, they’ve been dancing around it for weeks now.

“Talk about what?” Y/N turns up her chin.

“What’s really going on.”

She hasn’t even begun to process it, can’t accept it, can’t speak about it. “Haymitch.”

“I’m sorry this isn’t what you wanted. But this isn’t going away. We have got to address it.”

It.

The tiny swell of her belly.

“You wanna discuss baby names?”

“I want to discuss this baby.”

Y/N allows tears to pool in her eyes. “I-” she breaks off at the feel of his hand resting against the bump through the thin material.

“You’re not ready to tell anyone and I understand that you need time. I will give you time. Hell, if you wanna pop this sucker out here in a few months, just you and me, great. But you have got to talk to me. Trust me.”

“I do trust you.” She whispers, resting a hand over his.

“Everything is going to be ok. I’m gonna make it ok.”

“Do you want to have another baby with me?” Y/N wonders, though the outcome will not change.

“I want everything with you.” Haymitch assures her.

“I love you. I never want you to think for a second that I don’t. I just wanted a little bit more time.”

“There is no shame in mourning the ability to do this on your terms. This is your body, your life and you deserve-” he stumbles over the words. “You deserve better.”

“So do you.”

The first two times…they’d been asked. A crisp white envelope with instructions inside. There was a warning. The shots from the Capitol stopped. There was understanding, time to prepare themselves. This is different. An ambush, a means to knock them down a peg.

And they can lie there, they can stay down. Or they can get their bearings and stand up.

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“One hour until cameras, Peeta and Katniss are defrosting, Vanity should be here any second.” Y/N calls, closing the front door behind her and tossing her coat onto the rack. It’s quiet in their house, alarmingly so. “Haymitch?” She calls up the stairs.

It’s tour day.

“In here,” Haymitch replies.

Y/N follows the sound of his voice down to the living room. Something is off. She fluffs out the edges of her shirt as she walks. Sure to conceal the life growing within her. She is showing, but not enough for anyone to notice at a glance, in a loose fitting top.

Turning the corner, she is greeted by a peacekeeper on either side of the entryway. President Snow is sitting on their couch with the children and Haymitch. Enjoying the tea biscuits from Peeta.

“President Snow,” Y/N greets him with a smile.

“Hello, my dear. I hope you are well.”

He knows. He has to know. “Can’t complain. I hope the trip here was an easy one.”

Snow allows a slow grin to spread across his lips, “it was. So kind of you to ask.”

“Can I get you some tea to go with that?” Y/N motions towards the biscuit.

“I’m afraid I can’t stay long. I am only dropping by to give my best and congratulate you.”

“Congratulate me for what?” She wonders.

Snow cocks his head to the side, “your victors, of course. Speaking of, I really must be off to see Ms. Everdeen.”

“Should I accompany you?” Y/N chokes out against the rapid pounding in her chest.

“That won’t be necessary, after all you need to get ready. Your lovely children have never been on a victory tour. They are very excited.”

Her heart stops, the children were never meant to come. They are to stay here in twelve, with Madge, where it’s safe.

“I will see you all in the Capitol.”

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“Of all the last minutes alterations,” Vanity scowls, “I spent years designing these outfits, young lady. Years!”

“I know,” Y/N tries to suck it in, but there’s no way the zipper is going up.

“Can’t we let the seams out a little?” Haymitch asks, the top buttons of his matching ensemble hanging open.

“And you,” Vanity kicks at him. “This is all your fault. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“Oh, I did.” Haymitch chuckles, “enjoyed myself very much.”

Y/N smirks at him, shaking her head.

“Vanity?” Arista comes to tug at the bottom of her dress.

“What is it, my love?” She continues fussing over her victor, pinning a bit of fabric to the closure of her gown. They’ll just have to sew her in.

“Something is pinching.”

“Where?” The woman leans down to tend the little girl. Outfits for the children were not on her agenda, but she knows better than to arrive unprepared. Whipping up a dress and suit combination in a matter of minutes.

Arista points toward the right side.

“Oop, see there.” The stylist plucks a wayward sequin from the arm joint of her dress. “All better.”

She dashes off happily.

“She looks just like you.” Vanity gives a smile, gathering her needle and thread.

“Dad, I need help with the tie.” Everest charges in, silken fabric in hand.

“You know we’re just riding on a train, right?” Haymitch reminds V, looping his son’s tie around his neck. “You’re doing all of this for us to sit on a train.”

“Haymitch.” Vanity pinches the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. “Honestly Y/N, you had your pick of the litter and this is who you chose… just beyond me.”

“You and me both.” Haymitch adds, finally they agree on something.

————————————————————————

“All aboard.” Haymitch helps his children over the threshold of the train first.

Madge is accompanying them, to help tend Everest and Arista. Y/N fought her on this of course, but Madge insists. I don’t want them around anyone we don’t trust. Her intentions are good, but Y/N hates that so much of their burden falls to her.

“Here comes my nanny,” Haymitch teases. “The girl on fire, the baker’s boy.”

This goes on for a while until it’s Y/N’s turn to board.

“They always save the best for last,” Haymitch remarks, helping her up.

Y/N kisses his cheek, “thank you.”

When Haymitch turns around, Katniss is right there. “Jesus, sweetheart. Almost gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry, I-” Katniss looks desperately around Haymitch to Y/N. “I need to talk to you.”

“Ok,” Y/N nods. “Haymitch will get everyone settled and we’ll talk,” stepping past her husband. “Come on, let’s go.” Y/N leads her to the back of the train, with the big window.

Katniss takes it all in, the mountains of district twelve illuminated by the setting sun. “It’s beautiful.”

“Best seat in the house.” Y/N agrees, making herself comfortable on the cushioned bench, “in my opinion, anyway.”

When Katniss does find a place next to her, she can’t find the words. “I’m sorry,” is all she can say.

“For what?” Y/N’s brows pull together.

“For the berries, for winning, for Snow taking it out on you.”

“Katniss-”

“I know you don’t blame me, you’re too good a person.” That’s why it’s always harder to go to Y/N than Haymitch.

“I place blame where it’s due.” Y/N corrects her, “and this is not your fault.” Not her fault that the children must accompany them, not her fault that the Capitol sent placebos instead of contraception.

“He said…the people in the districts don’t believe our love story. He told me I need to make them believe. You’re good at it; making people believe what you say.” That’s why it has to be her. “I thought maybe you could help me.”

Y/N rests a hand on top of Katniss’. When I was your age, I would’ve given anything for someone to help me. “Of course I’ll help you.”

Part 9

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[traveler-at-heart]

What we were - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

CW: Character death, cheating.

Not sure if ya’ll gonna like where this is going but... this is my design.

Over the course of three weeks, you received yellow tulips, chocolate and danish scones from your favorite bakery.

Each item always included a hand-written note from Natasha wishing you a good day or with a poem you loved. You gave your thanks via text, but that was about it from your side.

Natasha also made it a point to drive and pick up Anya at least three times a week. On Fridays, they had dinner together and brought extra for you and Bucky.

A peace offering that he didn’t give a damn about. Still, it was fun for you to watch them interact with phony smiles, wondering who would break first.

As August ended, Anya’s school sent out their usual PTA meeting invite. You RSVPd, not really expecting Natasha to be there.

“Let me drive you” Bucky says as you look at yourself in the mirror. For the first time in months, you’re about to leave the house to interact with grown ups that won’t look at you with pity or sadness.

“And leave Anya alone? I don’t think so”

“It looks like it will rain, and you absolutely can’t drive at night with rain” 

“Are you calling me old? You, the centennial man?” you pinch him, reaching for the wrong arm. “Ouch” 

“Clearly, this interaction has shown that I’m more mature than both of you,” Anya proclaims, doing her homework in the living room. “It’s a short drive and you know uncle Bucky is right, Mom” 

“Ugh, fine. But call us if you need anything, please?” you kiss her forehead and in spite of yourself, wear your reading glasses. 

“Yeah, yeah” 

“Be back in a second, kid” Bucky says, ruffling her red hair.

“With Chinese”

“Fine” 

“She’s so bossy” you comment, buckling up. He chuckles.

“Wonder where she got that from” 

“Hey!” you slap his arm, thankful that it wasn’t the metal one this time. “I know you’re just driving me because you want to see Miss Day”

“Anya’s teacher? Nah” his blush gives it away.

“Busted” 

You have to hold back a laugh when, out of all people, Miss Day is the one greeting everyone at the door.

“Sergeant Barnes” she greets a little too eagerly. “Will you be joining Mrs. Romanoff tonight?”

“Just dropping her off” he stumbles with his words.

“He’s such a gentleman, don’t you think?” you say, nudging him. “Any girl would be lucky to have him” 

“Well, Anya speaks wonders of you. And you’re welcome to stay, we will just be a little crowded in the classroom, considering the other Mrs. Romanoff is already here” 

“Oh. Right” 

“That’s my cue. Call me later” he mumbles, annoyed at the idea of Natasha arriving earlier than you two.

“Of course!” Miss Day is quick to answer, but blushes a second later. “Oh, right, you meant… her. Ha-ha, silly me” 

You’ll never, ever, let him forget this.

As you walk into the classroom, still smiling, your eyes meet Natasha’s. She waves at you awkwardly.

“Saved you a seat” she points at the chair next to hers and you nod.

“Thank you” 

Miss Day goes over the upcoming fairs, projects and field trips. The curriculum goes next and by the time she finishes with the Q&A session, it’s been an hour.

The last part consists of parents meeting privately with Miss Day to review grades and conduct. It’s in alphabetical order so you’re one of the last.

“I forgot how long these things are” you sit next to Natasha in one of the hallway benches. You lean back, sighing. 

“Want some chocolate?”

“Mmm, yes. I’m starving” you take the snack and practically moan at the first bite. “Sorry” you mumble when Natasha blushes. 

“I like it when you wear glasses,” she says, looking at her feet.

It’s your turn to blush.

“Thank you” 

“Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff?” Miss Day calls for you.

“Us? So soon?” you look at Natasha and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Oh, yeah, we’re not doing the alphabetical thing anymore. We go over top performers first. Please sit. Anya is doing great. As you know, she’s already fluent in four languages…”

“Five” Natasha corrects and you go over the list in your head. Oh yeah, German.

“Right, five. Sorry” Miss Day looks flustered, and you remember that most of Anya’s teachers have always been particularly afraid of your wife.

“I forgot as well. It’s hard to keep up with Anya sometimes” you intervene, kicking Nat’s leg softly.

Be nice.

The Russian smiles, trying to look friendly.

“She’s leaning towards Humanities a little bit more than last year. As you remember, she won first place at the Interstate Science Fair. And her grades are still great in all subjects, but she has been reading a lot more. And taken some interest in learning to play the piano” 

“My dad made me take lessons when I was her age. I may have mentioned it once or twice. Though none of us really know how to play any instruments, right, darling?” you say, distractedly.

“R-right” Natasha’s eyes widen at the pet name. “Yelena, her aunt, she plays the guitar”

“Oh, yeah” you nod, still unaware of your slip up. “Well, I’ll ask her if she wants to take some private lessons. I’m too rusty to teach her anything”

“Other than that, she’s doing great. She’s a great kid, sweet and very kind to her peers… as for faculty members…” 

“What?” you're shocked to think that anyone would complain about your daughter.

“Well, kids like Anya…”

“Like what?” Natasha practically barks at the teacher and she jumps in her seat.

“I mean super smart. They tend to have an issue with authority and question everything. There’s also that thing where she’s very good at sneaking around”

“We’ll talk to her” you promise, but you’re uncertain about how the conversation will go.

After all, you married her other mother while you two were running away from the American government. And the Avengers were famous for breaking rules regularly.

The team had a whole Wikipedia page on broken laws, including sections by country and international organizations.

“In that case, class dismissed” the woman seems relieved when you say goodbye.

You walk next to Natasha, caught up in your thoughts. She keeps you from walking into the rain by pulling you next to her.

“Huh?” you look back, your face inches away from hers.

“It’s raining” she explains.

“Oh” 

“Do you want my jacket? Where did you park?”

“Buck drove me here. I’ll get a cab” 

“Let me” she offers, her green eyes pleading.

“Could we… get something to eat first? I’m very hungry and not in the mood for chinese”

“Yes, anything you want” 

There’s an awkward moment as she walks you to the passenger door and you both reach for the handle.

“Sorry, yeah…” you let her pull and then you slip inside, trying to control your breathing.

“What are you in the mood for?” she says, driving out of the school’s parking lot.

“Grilled cheese” you say and she chuckles. 

“From Al’s?”

“Where else, Nat?”

“Coming right up”

--

“You really were hungry” Natasha smiles as you steal another one of her fries.

“Maria had me on back to back meetings. And then I went to swim for a whole hour. So this is just me rewarding myself for being such a responsible adult” 

“How’s the leg?”

“The same”

“My offer still stands,” she reminds you. Her phone rings and you’re saved the trouble of refusing said offer for the second time. “Will you excuse me?” 

“Yeah, sure. I’ll finish your fries for you” 

Natasha rolls her eyes, but pushes the plate towards you.

The evening has been surprisingly pleasant. But a minute later, she hurriedly hangs up and walks back to you.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah” she lies.

In the past, maybe because you loved her, you let those small lies fly. But not pushing enough was part of what brought you here.

“Tasha? I’d like to know”

You lock eyes and you hold your breath as Natasha studies your expression.

“Ok” she nods. You give her a moment to gather her thoughts. “I’ve been researching… that mission. Trying to find whoever is responsible for Clint’s…”

She bites her lip, looking down. On instinct, you reach out across the table to squeeze her hand. Natasha holds on tight, running her thumb across your skin.

“I think I’ve found them. Kate was tracking her mother after she escaped prison. Seems like Eleanor Bishop is now working with international terrorists” 

“They weren’t prepared for that, then? Kate and Clint thought it would be something…”

“Easier”

You nod.

“So, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not gonna be easy to get to them. It’s a matter of international security and every government wants in on the mission. I was hoping I could call a few favors…”

“So, you’re not gonna go rogue and beat them on your own?” you arch an eyebrow, impressed with her self control.

Honestly, you expected Natasha to fly and kill them as soon as she got the intel.

“I wouldn’t be a very good mother if I was stuck at the Raft. Or running away like we used to”

“I’ll travel to D.C.” you offer and her eyes widen. “I can pull some strings. As much as I hate it, my father’s name still holds some weight there” 

“Would you do that? I know how much you hate going back there”

All the politics and the lies, the power these people craved and hoarded… yes, it made you sick. But if you could help Natasha, you’d take it.

“It will be fine”

“This means the world to me, Y/N” 

“I know, Nat. Which is why you’ll get me ice cream for dessert” 

“Deal” she lets go of your hand to call the waitress and you smile.

You also wish she hadn't let go.

--

Packing for one was easier than you remembered. It was only a two day trip, anyway. 

Natasha insisted on driving you to the airport and Anya wanted to tag along. It was as good a time as any to remind them of the rules of the house.

“Pop quiz, everyone” you announce.

Anya and Natasha groan at the same time.

“Do we really have to?” your daughter complains.

“How many times a day do you have to water my plants, Natasha?”

“Uh… five?”

“Once! Just once, tomorrow” Anya laughs at her mother and you turn to point at her. “Ok, plants are your responsibility now, missy”

“Aw, Ma!” 

“No Nerf guns inside the house” you keep listing the rules with your fingers.

“Hey, that’s no fun!” Natasha complains and you ignore her.

“No horror movies, if you order pizza it should have at least two different vegetables and last but not least, I do not want to come back home and see that you acquired any sort of animal as a pet” 

“So if a puppy shows up at our door and it’s raining, we’re supposed to leave them outside?” Anya peaks from the backseat.

“No, you drive them to uncle Buck’s and force him to take care of them” 

“Alright, we get it. We’ll behave, right, kiddo?” Natasha promises, winking at Anya.

Saying goodbye it’s harder than you imagined. Anya doesn’t know why you’re going to D.C., but she understands you wouldn’t leave if it wasn’t important.

“Y/N, it’s a two day trip” Natasha complains, carrying your heavy suitcase. “Bucky had no issue getting it down the stairs”

“That’s low, even for you, Ma” Anya says, but still laughs.

“I know, I’m sorry” you take the suitcase from Nat.

“You are not,” she chuckles.

“Tiny, tiny bit” you put your thumb and pointer finger close together. Anya hugs your side and you turn to her. “Take care of Mom, please. I’ll be back the day after tomorrow”

“We’ll be ok, I promise” 

“I love you” you say against her hair. She hugs you tight.

“We love you too” Anya says and you smile. 

“Have a nice trip” Natasha approaches nervously, her hands on the pockets of her jeans.

“Thank you”

Before you have time to process what’s happening, she leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead.

It’s all you can think about on the flight to D.C.

--

Secretary of State Leah Renfield sends a driver to pick you up from the airport. She accepted your request to meet immediately, which can only mean one thing: whatever you’re gonna ask of her, she already knows how you’ll pay it back.

“Agent Romanoff” she greets you, walking away from her huge mahogany desk. She’s tall and her blonde hair has some white on the front. 

“Madame Secretary, it’s good to see you again” you take the hand she offers and follow her to a small futon next to a giant window. 

“I must say, I love that you took your wife’s last name. Natasha Romanoff is a KGB double agent and you’d rather be associated with her than with Thaddeuss Ross” 

“Well, it’s hard to be on good terms with a parent that turns you into an outlaw” 

“In the end, the Avengers did more for the world than he did” she concedes. It’s no secret that she never liked your father, but you share the sentiment wholeheartedly. “So, I am very happy to welcome you whenever you want. I know that you’re still working in intelligence and SHIELD ops”

“Right” you sit straight and look her in the eye. “The thing is… as you know, Agent Barton was killed seven months ago”

“A tragedy” 

“We’ve gathered evidence and it all points to an international terrorist organization called Helios. They’ve been collaborating with some lower rank Hydra officials. It’s all here” you hand over the information that Natasha has collected, about members, attacks and possible targets.

“This is an issue of international security, then” she declares, after browsing through the files. “But what’s the point of bringing it to me?”

“We want to be the ones on a mission to tear it down and arrest those responsible for killing Agent Barton” 

“We, as in, the Avengers”

“Yes”

Renfield sighs, and stands up to walk around the room. She pauses near the alcohol cabinet. It’s too early for a glass of bourbon.

“The world isn’t what it used to be when you were a team, Agent. Frankly, I don’t know how you all got away with so much contempt for the law”

“Well, we saved the universe once or twice. Remember Thanos?”

The woman sighs and nods. Yes, she does. Her daughter and husband were blipped, after all. She has her family back because of you.

“I’m here because we want to do things right. Without causing you too much trouble, as I understand you might run for president next year…”

Renfield laughs and looks at you.

“I always thought you’d do great in politics” 

“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment, Madam Secretary” 

“Me neither”

There’s a knock at the door; her Chief of Staff reminds her she has to run to another meeting.

“Walk with me” she asks, taking the file and handing it over to her assistant. “When are you going back to New York?”

“Friday morning” 

“I’ll try to have an answer by then”

“Thank you” 

“Let’s meet before you go back. And give my best to your wife”

“Will do”

--

“I don’t want her greetings, I want her to okay the mission. In fact, I want her to authorize a nuclear warhead straight to these terrorists’ asses” Natasha rants.

You finally made it to the hotel and have a few hours before you meet with a friend from Law School.

“Jeez, Nat. Let’s just wait for her answer”

Natasha insisted on a video call the minute you checked in.

“Fine. You’re good at reading people. What do you think she’ll say?”

“My guess?” you sigh. “They’ve known about Helios for a while. Their operation is very similar to Hydra. We were the only ones who could deal with Hydra. And now, we’re offering to do the work for the CIA, MI6 and Interpol”

“So they’ll say yes”

“But since we came asking for the favor first… I don’t know. Maybe Renfield will want some type of endorsement for her campaign. I can do that”

“I didn’t mean to put you in this position. I’m sorry”

“I offered. And it will be worth it if we can put Clint’s killers behind bars” 

“Yeah…”

“Natasha, you can’t kill them”

“It could be an accident, detka”

“Stop, I’d like to know as little as possible in case this goes to trial” 

“Fair enough” she chuckles. “By the way, can I use your computer? I need to check my email and my phone is being stupid”

“Sure, the password is our anniversary” 

“Oh, ok” 

“Right… It’s almost time for you to pick up Anya. And I want to take a bath and sleep a little. Tell her I love her and that I’ll call her later, please?”

“Yeah, for sure”

“Thanks, Tasha” 

Walking away from your phone, you begin to get rid of your shirt and the black skirt falls to the ground. The bathtub is almost full so you go back to the bedroom in nothing but your underwear.

“Shit” 

Natasha is still on the call, mouth wide open. 

“I’m sorry, I thought you hung up”

“I thought you did” you mutter from the floor, hiding from the camera. “Byeee”

Damn it. 

--

Natasha can almost remember what life was like before she lost her best friend.

The domesticity of picking up Anya, making sure she does her homework while dinner is ready. You’re the only piece of the puzzle that’s missing.

She desperately wants to make it all better. Fix all the mistakes she made, take back the hurtful words she threw at you when she was so angry at the world.

“Dinner’s gonna be ready in five” the redhead tells her daughter.

“Can we eat in the living room while watching Project Runway?”

“Yes, but don’t tell your mother” 

“Mmkay” 

Just then, she remembers the email that Maria sent and she was supposed to review. She goes to your study. Nothing’s really changed in the room. Every wall is covered with books and your desk is full of pictures of your family.

Even the ones from your wedding.

Natasha runs her hand through one of the pictures. She’s looking at the camera and you’re looking at her, with complete love and adoration.

How could she be so blind to throw it all away?

As she logs in, there’s a notification from your calendar.

Dinner with Cynthia Florrick - Finestra

She tries really hard to not think about it, but that name rings a bell.

Oh, right. The divorce lawyer that Pepper threatened to hire if Tony didn’t retire.

You’re meeting with a divorce lawyer in D.C.

Natasha lost you.

--

“Hi, I have a reservation under Florrick” you greet the hostess. It’s an expensive Italian restaurant full of big suits and elegant women. 

Another thing you don’t miss about D.C.; their fixation on fancy clothes.

“Oh my God, it’s been ages!” your friend shouts. Her loud voice and manners are a little out of place among the clientele.

“Hi, Cyn” you hug her and take a seat. “Well, you won’t visit me in New York so I had to come to you”

“Oh, that’s soon about to change” she smirks. You don’t have a chance to ask why, as an older man walks behind you and she waves. “Cliff, so good to see you”

He gives her the side eye and walks away.

“He doesn’t look happy to see you”

“Oh, he’s just mad because I got his wife the lake house in the settlement. And anyway, as I was saying, I’m opening an office in New York and another one in San Diego”

“Congrats!”

“Yeah, baby. Call me the Tony Stark of family law”

“Well, I’ll be happy to introduce you to some people. You wouldn’t believe the divorce rate among spies” 

“Not you and Natasha, right?”

“Oh, no! We’re doing great” you lie.

“Well, good to hear” Cynthia raises her glass of wine. “Let’s chat, gossip about everyone from college and celebrate that we’re both great” 

--

It’s impossible to nap as you wait for the plane to land. 

On Thursday, Secretary Renfield invited you to a luncheon with some of the biggest names in national security.

The attendees were drawn to you. After all, the Avengers had been successful where most intelligence agencies failed. 

Before you left, she stood aside to brief you on her decision.

“The answer is yes. But with one condition. You lead the mission. Do you agree?”

“Yes”

“And you were right, I am aiming for the White House next year. If you feel inclined to show your support when that happens, I’ll be very grateful”

“Madam Secretary, you have my vote and my endorsement” 

You can’t wait to tell Natasha the news.

Maybe, just maybe, your lives can go back to normal.

Bucky and Anya are the ones waiting for you at the terminal.

“Is… everything ok?” 

“Yeah, I was just stealing this one for a baseball game” Bucky points at your daughter. “So you have a chance to catch up and get some rest”

“Well, it’s good to see you both” you smile, uncertain. Anya hugs you and she doesn’t seem too concerned, so you figure Bucky is telling the truth.

On the drive back home, you catch your daughter yawning a couple of times.

“You so went past your bedtime”

“Nuh-uh” she denies it.

“Yuh-uh”

“Real mature” Bucky mutters and you hit him.

“I leave for a day and everyone goes rogue” 

“Good thing you’re back, then”

When you finally get home, Bucky helps you with the suitcase while Anya waits in the car.

“Ok, as your friend, I’m warning you that Natasha asked me to take Anya so she could talk to you”

“James!” you say, punching him again. “Why didn’t you say something? Did she look happy? Worried? What were her exact words?”

“I don’t know, just go talk to her. The game is about to start. Good luck”

He sprints down the stairs and you are left to drag your heavy suitcase across the hallway.

“Nat? Natasha?”

You walk to your office, where she’s sitting, looking at your wedding pictures.

“Hi there”

“Hello” she greets, her voice low. She looks defeated.

Your heart pounds in your ears.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t need you to do me any favors out of pity or whatever it is you feel for me. I thought I had a chance, and all this time you were thinking about a divorce. I’m an idiot” she chuckles, but it comes out as a sob.

“Am I in an alternate universe where I mentioned the word divorce? Because I’ve never brought it up”

“You met with a lawyer” 

“Cynthia? You were spying on me?”

“The notification popped up on your computer when I was checking my emails”

“And instead of asking me, you go around making up scenarios. Just like you did last time, assuming I’d jump to bed with James. I get it, Natasha. You want to think the worst of me, that’s fucking fine. Let me know what other evil shit I’ll do next. Turn our daughter against you, maybe? Which would be really funny, considering I’ve made it a point to not tell her why you moved out of the house”

You look out the window, turning your back to her.

“You’re the only person that made me feel safe and happy and loved. All I ever wanted was to do the same for you. Even after everything, if you asked me to, I’d take you back in a heartbeat. I was so hurt because you kept pushing me away while you were sharing yourself with someone else. I thought you finally realized I couldn’t make you happy. And I love you and want to set you free, but I’m also too scared to let you go. So, sorry to disappoint you but if you want to move on, you’re gonna have to ask me for the divorce”

She’s silent as you pause to wipe your tears.

“So, are you gonna leave or what?” you bark out, impatient.

Natasha doesn’t move.

“Fine, I’ll go” you turn around, walking to the door. You’ll find a place to mourn, because this feels like the end, and you can’t take it. Natasha’s touch brings you back to earth. “What are you doing?”

“I-”

“Let me go” you plead, not turning around. She pulls you closer, spinning you until you face her.

“I’d be an idiot to let you go” 

A sob escapes and she silences it with her mouth, pressing her lips against yours in a searing kiss.

It’s everything you need, to feel complete again. Natasha’s touch is your sanctuary and you welcome its warmth. Her arms slide down your waist and you keep her close as she begins to undo the buttons of your pants. You break apart for a moment to take your shirt off, asking her to do the same with a tug.

“Let me take care of you” she pleads, going down and leaving a trail of kisses across your exposed skin. Your knees buckle when she reaches your underwear. “It’s ok, I got you”

Trusting, you allow her to lap at your folds, but the pressure is too much so you begin to lower yourself to the floor. Natasha makes sure that you’re comfortable and then resumes her ministrations, soft and deep.

It’s not possessive, but very intense. She’s soft and considerate, taking her time to build up the pleasure, until you’re on the brink of orgasm, holding her face close to your center until you ride every wave. 

“Was that ok?” she hovers over you and you taste yourself in her lips.

“Yes. But I need more”

“How much more?”

“A lot more”

--

Three hours later and you’re in bed, clothes scattered across the floor.

Well, Natasha’s clothes. Yours are still at your office.

“Was it good?” Natasha whispers and you make a face. “What?”

“You’ve never asked me that before. And now, this is the second time you do it”

“I just want to make sure you liked it” 

“I did. Very much liked it. In fact, like might be a bit of an understatement”

“Ok, good” she turns to her side and you do the same, your faces an inch away from each other. “So, what do we do now?”

“Well… we have a mission to complete. Then we can worry about the rest”

“Renfield said yes?” she asks, shocked. You nod.

“On the condition that I lead the mission. And I think we should tell the team, Nat. They deserve to know” 

Natasha sighs, sitting up.

“Maybe we should just let someone else handle this” 

“It’s not like us to let the bad guys get away with it” you kiss her shoulder, resting your chin against her arm. “What’s wrong?”

“I just got you back. What if something happens?”

“Everything will be alright. We do this together”

“Together” she promises, her forehead resting against yours.

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[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 8

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

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Roger: “Little lady, please reveal his ‘secret’ for me.”

Roger: “I don’t know what I’ll have to offer in return.”

Roger grinned, waved, and walked away.

(Ellis’ emotions and desires are ‘secrets’)

If you open that secret box, what will you find inside?

I wonder what I can offer him to get him to open it.

Ellis: “Kate, thank you for waiting.”

When I looked up, Ellis was smiling and walking toward me.

Ellis: “…”

Ellis stopped next to me, looked at me intently, and then smiled softly.

Ellis: “You changed your clothes. It’s cute… it looks great on you.”

Kate: “Th-Thank you…”

The sweet words that came out so naturally made me feel like everything I was thinking about went flying away.

Ellis: “Let’s go… patrol and picnic.”

Kate: “…Yeah.”

(Hopefully I can learn a little bit more today.)

(About Ellis’ ‘secrets’)

As a result of the two of us patrolling around suspicious places in London…

We resolved one drunken dispute and brought a lost child home.

Other than that, there was nothing unusual--.

Kate: “Ahh! It feels so good…!”

We came to the park to take a break for lunch and I laid down on the blanket that Ellis had spread out for me.

Ellis also lay down next to me.

Ellis: “You’re right… It does feel good.”

Kate: “This time of day may just be the best…”

I closed my eyes, entranced by the sunlight filtering through the trees as it caressed my skin.

The scent of the grass warmed by the sunlight mixed with the smell of fragrant scones wafting from the basket,

It smelled of calm happiness.

(The sun, the smell of grass, and delicious food. Picnics are great after all…)

Kate: “Mmm, feels good.”

When I breathed in the feeling of happiness filling the air…

Ellis: “Happy face.”

I heard a voice next to me and turned around…

I saw a handsome face right next to me and my heart skipped a beat.

Ellis: “… the other day, when you told me ‘I’m happiest when I take a nap on my bed in the sun on vacation’.”

Ellis: “I was imagining how happy you would be.”

Ellis: “I wanted to know, so I invited you to take a nap today…”

Ellis: “…So, do you feel happier now than when you’re ‘taking a nap on your bed in the sun on vacation’?”

Ellis rests his elbows on the blanket and looks down at me.

(…If I want to know Ellis’ feelings, I should be honest about my feelings too.)

Kate: “…Delicious scones are waiting for me, and unlike in my bedroom, the breeze feels nice.”

Kate: “And I can talk to you like this now, Ellis… I guess I am happier.”

Ellis: “Hmm… I see.”

Ellis: “Kate, are you happier spending time with someone than resting alone?”

Kate: “Huh…?”

Part 2

Ellis: “Kate, are you happier spending time with someone than resting alone?”

Kate: “Huh…?”

Kate: “Yeah, I like talking to others, so…”

Ellis: “Who are you the happiest to talk to?”

Kate: “Happiest…?”

Ellis: “Yes. Is there someone special you really like?”

(Some special that I like…)

I don’t understand why Ellis would ask such a question, but my heartbeat starts to quicken on its own.

Kate: “Well… I don’t think there’s any one in particular that I would think is the best…”

Ellis: “Got it… Let me know if you can find the best.”

(Let you know…?)

I suddenly noticed the temperature difference between me and Ellis.

Kate: “…Why?”

Ellis: “I want to work with you so you can be happy.”

***Choices***

1. What do you mean? +4 +2

2. Thank you... +2 +4

**3. Work with me? +4 +4**

Kate: “Um…What do you mean by work with me?”

Ellis: “I’ll make sure you spend time with the person you love the most… or something like that.”

Ellis: “I’m sure you’ll be happier that way, right?”

(W-Well… that’s a surprise.)

My body, which had been unconsciously stiff, soon relaxed

My heart was pounding in a different way than before.

(Asking me about who I like to be with and if there’s anyone special.)

(For a moment, I thought he was trying to woo me… I wonder what he was thinking.)

(I’m trying not to misunderstand.)

Ellis is so kind and good at pampering that I may have become self-conceited before I realized it.

(Ha, I’m getting embarrassed…!)

Kate: “I’m happy, but you can’t also take care of my love life.”

Kate: “But, if I find someone I like, I’ll let you know.”

Ellis: “…”

When I smiled, Ellis suddenly sat up and put his arm over me.

Kate: “…Uh, Ellis…?”

Ellis: “…Kate, do you like me?”

Part 3

Ellis: “…Kate, do you like me?”

(Eh…?)

The blue sky stretched out behind Ellis’ shoulders as he peered down at me from above.

His face was so close that his soft bangs were almost touching my cheeks.

(Wow, Ellis’ hair looks soft… I bet it feels good when you touch it--)

For a moment, I felt like I was escaping reality, but then I suddenly came back to my senses.

(No, no! Ellis… Did you really ask that? If I like you!?)

Kate: “So, why ask that all of a sudden?”

Ellis: “Just now, for some reason, you seemed… lonely.”

(Wha…)

My face heats up as I remember how egotistical I was.

Ellis: “That’s why I thought you were attracted to me.”

(Attracted…. I might have been.)

There is no doubt that my heart is always pounding when I’m with Ellis.

(But…maybe it’s not from love)

(Maybe I’m just so excited because I’m being treated so kindly without any extra effort.)

When I shook my head, Ellis tilted his head innocently.

Ellis: “You’re not? I see… That’s a shame.”

Kate: “…A shame?”

Ellis: “If you liked me, we could be lovers.”

Ellis: “I thought that I could make you even happier that way.”

(We could be lovers…)

Kate: “…Ellis, do you like me that way?”

Ellis: “Yeah, I like you.”

Ellis smoothly spoke without any hesitation.

Kate: “But just a moment ago, you said you would help me if I found someone I liked…?”

Ellis: “That’s not a lie either. I mean… You want the person you love to be happy, right?”

(Maybe so…)

I’m beginning not to understand what Ellis means by ‘like’.

Kate: “What do you like about me? We’ve only known each other a few days.”

Ellis: “I think it’s great that you’re such a hard worker.”

Ellis: “It’s also cute how you can’t resist eating something delicious.”

Ellis: “There’s also the way you try to patrol for victims you’ve never seen before.”

Ellis: “You’re so kind, like how you remember my favorite foods and take me to naps like this.”

Ellis: “Yesterday… instead of being scared, you were concerned about me.”

(…)

The eyes staring at me were straight forward, and the sweet words he spoke to me so slowly made me feel like I was drowning in him.

Ellis: “…Do you need more explanation?”

Part 4

Ellis: “…Do you need more explanation?”

Kate: “N-No, I don’t…”

Is this—Ellis’ feelings? Ellis’ desires?

What’s inside Ellis’ ‘secret’ box?

It’s just—too convenient to me.

--Flashback—

Kate: “Ellis, do you do things to make yourself happy, regardless of other people’s happiness?”

Ellis: “—no.”

Ellis: “What I like to do is help others.”

--End Flashback—

It might be true that Ellis likes me.

However—

Kate: “…So, what if I also liked you, Ellis?”

Kate: “What would you do if I said ‘I’d be happier if we didn’t become lovers’?”

Ellis: “Does that mean… that it’s better the way it is now?”

Kate: “…yeah.”

Ellis: “…As long as you’re happy, I don’t care what kind of relationship we have.”

(Oh…As expected.)

When Ellis said “We could be lovers”, it was to make me happy.

Ellis himself didn’t care either way.

(I guess that’s it.)

(… I feel lonely.)

Kate: “In that case… I’d rather stay as is.”

(I like the kind Ellis as a person.)

(I think I want to give back as much as he gives to make me happy.)

Kate: “It’s not just about making the other person happy.”

Kate: “Ellis, I think it would be better for you to become lovers with someone you want to have by your side forever.”

Ellis: “I…by my side forever?”

Kate: “Yes, exactly.”

Ellis: “…”

(Did I say something that strange…?)

Ellis froze, staring blankly into the distance.

(I don’t know what’s wrong.)

Kate: “Ellis, are you okay?”

Ellis: “…..Oh.”

Ellis: “Ah, yeah…Sorry, I’m okay.”

His eyes wandered absentmindedly and he gently lifted his body, moving from his position over me.

(Ellis’ expression just now…)

Part 5

(Ellis’ expression just now…)

--Flashback—

Bill: “Right? Every time I have a successful show, I feel like it may be my happiest moment. I don’t care if I died right now!”

Ellis: “…”

Bill: “But, when I wake up after drinking to celebrate, I think, wow. I can make something even better!”

Bill: “I’m going to see more of the world I don’t know! That’s it!”

Kate: “Hehe, that’s wonderful! I’m rooting for you too!”

Ellis: “…”

(Ellis…?)

Ellis: “…I hope you can continue to feel that way forever.”

--End Flashback—

(His face looked a little like when he was staring at Bill.)

Ellis: “Kate, let’s have some scones, shall we?”

Ellis smiles at me as he opened the basket.

Kate: “Ah, that’s right! After we eat lunch and rest for a while, we have to go on patrol again.”

As I arranged the dishes on the gingham blanket,

The picnic blanket began to look like a party.

Kate: “Wow, that’s a beautiful ‘wolf’s mouth’. Victor is really good at making scones.”

I split the scone vertically along the cracks, sandwiched a generous amount of cranberry jam in between, and handed it to Ellis.

Ellis: “Thank you.... Ah, that’s right. Kate.”

Kate: “Yeah?”

I also grabbed a bite of jam and then,

Something wrapped around my wrist.

Ellis: “I found this while on patrol earlier. I wanted to give it to you.”

It was a bracelet decorated with thorns and roses.

Kate: “Aw…. It’s so cute. Thank you.”

Giving each other gifts has already become a part of our daily routine.

After accepting it so casually, I suddenly noticed something.

(Huh? Something about this design…)

Kate: “It looks like it matches your accessories too, doesn’t it Ellis?”

Ellis: “That… is true.”

The brooch on his collar and the chain hanging from his belt.

Many of the gold and silver accessories he wears are shaped like thorns or roses.

Looking down at himself, Ellis let out a small laugh.

Ellis: “I thought it would look good on you, so I bought it.”

(I--I wonder what this is…)

(It’s like he subconsciously wants me to wear the same thing…)

The confession from earlier came back to me and my face became hot.

(Maybe that confession was serious…?)

(--No, there’s no way!)

Kate: “Ah, thank you. I’ll cherish it.”

Ellis: “…”

Ellis’ eyes widened and then he smiled faintly.

Ellis: “…Yeah, do that.”

By the time we finished our patrol and returned to the castle, night was almost upon us.

It was decided that night that we would head to the gang’s base.

Next Chapter

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

The Scarlet Witch (CH 1)

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 958

Warnings: Mild language, violence, graphic content, blood, angst, fluff, smut…

Prompt: Y/n Maximoff, a witch who can perform wandless magic transfers to Hogwarts. She makes friends and foes, all the while love seems to be in the air even though she wasn’t expecting it. There is highs and lows in this love story, with unexpected twists and turns and maybe even heartbreak.

Faceclaim: Wanda Maximoff/Elizabeth Olsen/Scarlet Witch

3rd POV

The Great Hall was loud with chatter as the students laughed and ate food, some hurrying to hide food in their pockets. The teachers are amongst themselves, chatting quietly while keeping a watchful eye over the students.

The chatter slowly died out as students noticed the Sorting Hat was out. Professor Dumbledore stands, the room completely silencing.

"We have a student transferring here and I expect you all to help her settle in. Y/N Maximoff, please come on in." He announces.

The doors open and the students watch the girl with red hair and blue-green eyes, walk towards Professor Dumbledore. She silently takes a seat as Professor McGonagall grabs the Sorting Hat.

"Oh my! What a cunning one you are with witty remarks and a glass heart! Your ambition is unlike the others I've sorted. Mmm...so driven and so focused. Not to mention independent. What a ruthless girl you are to the ones who pose as an enemy! I wouldn't want to get on your bad side! Haha! So charming and bold, one with beauty and power! You are brave and strong for the battles you've witnessed, young girl...ooo! And you can perform wandless magic!" The Sorting Hat says

The students among the Great Hall collectively gasp, but Y/N's face remained passive as she stared ahead blankly, impatiently waiting for the hat to sort her into her house.

"Well?" Professor McGonagall questions.

"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat shouts.

Y/N stands as the Slytherin table cheers and claps. She begins her way over to the table, sitting at one of the empty ones at the end. She stared at the table, her stomach far from hungry. 

She could hear the whispers about her and feel the eyes on her. It was a myth of those who could perform wandless magic. Or so everyone thought, but here stood Y/N.

She eagerly awaited to be dismissed, and she nervously played with her fingers. She tried her hardest to tune out all the whispers and she tried to ignore the stares. It was all so overwhelming though.

She looks up when a girl plops down across from her. She had long brown hair and pretty green eyes.

"I'm Pansy. Pansy Parkinson." She says, holding her hand out.

Y/N’s POV

I take it, shaking it as a group of boys sit around us. She gives me a kind smile.

"Y/N Maximoff." I say quietly.

"I'm Draco Malfoy." He says, throwing an arm over Pansy's shoulder.

They were a cute couple. That's for sure.

"I'm Blaise Zabini." He says.

"I'm Lorenzo Berkshire, love." He says, taking my hand and leaving a kiss on it.

When he looked away, I grimaced and wiped away the spot at my hand. He isn't as cute as he thinks he is. I look over and see the last one who seemed rather quiet. He was analyzing me. He had curly-ish brown hair and deep brown eyes.

Draco nudges him and he slowly looks over at Draco. I tense when something hits the back of my head. I turn around and it was Harry Potter. He laughs and I clench my jaw, letting my eyes go red. He quiets, looking fearful and I use my magic to lift the scone and throw it at his face hard. His glasses break and I roll my eyes, turning around.

I blink and let my eyes go back to the normal blue-green shade they always are. I ignore the impressed looks from my table.

"Honestly, he deserved that and more." Draco says, shrugging carelessly and I smile slightly.

"The dork beside Draco is Mattheo Riddle. He's a little quiet at first with new people. Just give him time." Pansy says.

"Alright." I say.

"Aren't you going to eat, love?" Lorenzo asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder.

I smack his hand away from me as the other guys laugh at his shocked face.

"No and stop calling me love. Your not as cute as you think you are." I snap and his jaw drops.

"That's the first." Mattheo mumbles.

"The first what? The first time a girl has slapped him or the first time a girl has turned down his advances and mediocre face?" I ask, quirking a brow at Mattheo.

Mattheo's lips slowly turn up into a grin as he studies me and Lorenzo pouts next to me.

"Both." Mattheo says before turning to his food.

"Way to bruise my ego." Lorenzo mutters.

"We can be friends, that's it. But don't expect anything more or you'll regret it. You aren't my type." I say.

"What's your type?" He asks.

"Not you." I say and he sighs as the guys laugh.

"Seriously, I get it. But, what's your type? I can set you up." He says.

Thankfully it was time to head to our dorms, so I stood and followed Pansy and the rest of the Slytherins towards the Slytherin dormitory's.

"Come on Y/N." Lorenzo whines.

"Your annoying me." I say.

"And?" He asks.

"It's something you don't want to do." I say.

He grins and I glare at him. I should have hit him. Pansy pulls me off in the direction that all the girls were heading.

“This will be our dormitory.” She says as she opens a door.

It was a big dormitory with two Queen sized beds on either side with matching green bedding. There was two wardrobes, a bathroom and several empty bookcases.

“This is my bed. Although, I will admit I’m not in here often. I’m typically at my boyfriends dorm.” She explains and I nod, taking the bed close to the window.

Oh what a year this will be.

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Only Look At Me CE: Ellis Twilight

This is a repost. Due to the original being deleted, CGs will not be uploaded per my announcement. This is a fan translation only, so please expect grammatical errors and lack of nuance. While I appreciate your support and welcome re-blogs, please do not repost my translations elsewhere. Thank you for you support! ☾.

We spread out a sheet and enjoyed a picnic, just the two of us,

Kate: Ah……

I saw a man dressed in white passing by a window of the castle.

Ellis: Kate?

I turned my attention back to his voice as he waited for the scone to reach his mouth.

Seeing him tilt his head with his mouth open, I smiled wryly and brought the scone to his lips.

Ellis: Mmm, it’s delicious.

Kate: Hehe….Victor’s scones are exquisite.

Ellis: Yeah, but it tastes even better because you’re feeding it to me, Kate.

Taking the scone away, he holds it to my mouth and pecks me with it.

As I squinted at the sweetness spreading in my mouth and the happy afternoon,

Ellis: What were you looking at earlier?

He wiped the crumbs from my mouth with his thumb, and turned his gaze in the direction I’d been looking earlier.

Kate: I saw a man dressed in white pass by the window……

Kate: I think it was a Vogel member.

I wasn’t sure who it was, but the man in white wasn’t from Crown.

Ellis: So, you’re interested in those guys?

Kate: Am I interested…..

(I’m Ellis’ exclusive Fairytale Keeper…..)

Kate: Since we might interact with each other, I thought it would be good to get to know them.

I feel like it’s my job as the Fairytale Keeper to get to know them.

Ellis began to put away everything away.

Kate: Ellis?

Ellis: It’s getting windier, let’s go inside.

The breeze felt pleasant to me, and it wasn’t cold.

(What happened…..)

As I started to worry about him, he had finished cleaning everything efficiently,

Ellis: Let’s go.

He smiled softly and held out his hand the same as usual.

My relief was short-lived, as I was led by the hand to Ellis’ room.

Kate: …..Ellis?

He stood with his back to the door, holding the doorknob with one hand

Ellis: I’ll ask you again.

Ellis: Kate, are you interested in those guys?

I tilted my head at his repetitious words.

Kate: I just think it’s my job to get to know them, you know?

Kate: Besides, they’re from Germany, so they’re probably unfamiliar with this country……

Ellis: Let’s say one of them asked you to show them around London, would you do it?

(If they asked me as the Fairytale Keeper, I might not be able to refuse.)

(But, I would be with Ellis, so…..)

The moment I opened my mouth, I heard the sound of the door lock simultaneously.

Kate: Uh…..

Ellis: …..I don’t like that.

After locking the door behind him, he approached me step by step as he looked down,

Ellis: Even though I said that myself, just imagining that scene made me hate it.

When I instinctively retreat, my back hits the wall with him standing in front of me, blocking the way.

Ellis: If they ask you to show them around London, then I’d be the only going.

Ellis: I want you to wait in my room, and if possible don’t leave it.

Kate: Ellis.

The hand that caressed my cheek was warm, but his eyes were dark and cold.

Ellis: I know you don’t have any romantic intentions, but…..

Ellis: I don’t like you being interested in other men.

(Is it possible…..)

Ellis: Kate, you’re my exclusive Fairytale Keeper, so you don’t need to know about other curses.

Ellis: You only need to know about me.

(……I knew it, you’re jealous.)

The words uttered in the disturbed atmosphere were filled with possessiveness, and the joy of feeling the strength of his desire made me smile.*

Ellis: …..Why are you smiling?

Kate: I’m just happy that you’re so attached to me Ellis……

Before we started dating, I could never imagine him who makes every one happy, becoming attached to someone.

(Now, he’s attached to me.)

Kate: You’re just so full of love that you can’t contain it.

I don’t want you to look at other people, you only need to look at me.

Although the sweet love he showers on me sometimes entangles me like thorns,

(I’m so happy when I think that this is my privilege alone to have.)

Rubbing my cheek against his large hand, I heard him take a breath.

Kate: You’re the only person I love, Ellis.

Kate: From here on, it’s only you.

Ellis: ……Doing that’s not fair.

When I looked up, his eyes had regained their usual brightness.

Ellis: I love you too. I will always love you forever.

Ellis: I want you to be happier than anyone else because you are the most important person in the world.

Kate: Hehe…you’re the most important to me too, Ellis.

He smiles at me as he wraps his hands around both of my cheeks.

Ellis: ……Kate, when I see you chatting so happily with other people, I feel murky inside.

Ellis: It wasn’t like this before, but ever since I fell in love with you, it just keeps accelerating.

His expression is as sweet and seductive as chocolate.

Ellis: I don’t like it when you’re made happy by someone other than me.

Ellis: Kate, I love seeing you happy.

Ellis: I feel like I’ve become very selfish because of you.

I close my eyes at the warmth of our pressed foreheads.

Kate: Ellis, I also don’t like it when you’re made happy by anyone other than me.

Ellis: Hehe…I’m glad you feel the same way, Kate.

As we chuckled together, twilight began to fill the room.

Our shadows stretch across the floor, and the glare causes me to squint my eyes,

Ellis: Hey.

His large body hides me from the twilight and my vision is darkened from the shadows.

Ellis: Keeping looking only at me.

Our gazes met and I noticed that I was the only thing reflected in his eyes.

Ellis: Promise me.

Kate: I promise.

Before I could nod, he stole my lips, changing his angle so many times that my breath was taken away.

Kate: E-llis.

Like he’d been waiting for me, his tongue slipped into my needy mouth, teasing me slowly as I got lost in the deeply sweet kisses.

Kate: !

When I heard people talking out in the hallway, I quickly avert my gaze and pulled away.

(Even though the door is locked, I stopped out of concern they could hear us……)

The warm remnants of our kiss lingered on my lips, and I felt a sense of regret,

Ellis: You just promised me.

Kate: Huh?

He put his fist on the wall above my head, and smiled lightly -

Ellis: I just told you to only look at me, but you looked elsewhere.

Kate: That’s -

Ellis: You’re a naughty person, Kate.

Kate: Ah.

He pressed his knee hard between my legs, and I let out a faint moan.

While I was distracted by his knee, he lifted my skirt and stroked my thigh.

His fingers reached my waist and tried to pull down my pull down my underwear, but I resisted

Kate: Wait, mmm!

The stimulation of him rubbing his knee between my legs almost caused me to lose strength, so I grabbed his shirt.

Ellis: I told you to only look at me, but I’ll correct that.

When I looked up, his twilight eyes were feverish.

Ellis: Don’t look anywhere, except at me.

Expectation raced through my body as I realized what was about to happen.

Ellis: I’ll make you so happy that you’ll never be interested in other men.

(Until twilight fades)

Ellis: I’ll love you so much you’ll go crazy.

— I can’t leave this room.

*愛 (Ai) - pertains to love, affection or care. It also can indicate attachment, craving or desire. Since Ellis’ trying to keep a lid on his desires play a huge role in his route, so I opted for “desire” in this line.

[Master List]

[you-remind-me-of-the-babe]

Thank you for the tags this morning @artsyunderstudy @orange-peony @nightimedreamersworld I love seeing what you are working on 🥰

I’ve been hopping between three different WIPs because I can’t decide what I want to write next. For now, I’m just playing around, trying to see if an idea takes hold of me and asks me to do more.

Today I’m sharing from a post AWTWB fic about some first time moments that’s tentatively titled Bottom Simon in my drafts LOL. Not very subtle. Here’s a little from Baz’s POV, under the cut for mild spice:

“Mmm,” he murmurs, snuggling more on top of me. “I like keeping you warm.” He’s is always searing when he first presses himself to me, skin to skin. But now that we’ve been here for a while, the heat is subdued. He trails a hand up my arm, as if he needs to make sure all of me is thoroughly warmed through.

I copy him, running my hands firmly over his sides and back. I think about going lower, groping the swell of his arse, but I’m not sure that’s what we’re doing here. I don’t want to spook him. It hasn’t happened in a while, the spiraling during intimate moments that is, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gun shy. It’s easier to follow his lead, if he starts something.

Simon wiggles again, pressing his arse against my groin. I feel myself harden against him. Hmm. Maybe we will do more tonight after all.

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The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Good Morning Brindleton Bay Gen 1 pt.58

With all the birthdays past and the house renovation's mostly finished, the family finally got some much needed rest and relaxation that weekend. With Spirit and little cousins Van and Mitchell as long term houseguest the place felt warm and full of life and love.

Spirit (as always) was the first awake. She makes a fresh batch of orange juice before she sits in the living room turning on the weather, when Kason joins her. They chat for a while before Spirit gets up and heads to the kitchen.

Kason: I can take care of breakfast, rest.

Spirit: My dear an old women has few pleasures. Feeding my family is one of them.

She whips up a batch of Belgian waffles. The delectable smell of sweet batter, berries and sugar stirred some of the household occupants awake. Van and Mitchell were first, greeting Spirit before jumping in to help by taking out the trash. Kason joins them, grabbing a mop to cleaning up someone's paint mess.

Kason: Those smells amazing.

Spirit: It's an old family recipe. I used to make them on snow days when Mercury and Beckett were young. Would get them right out of bed, and at the table. Come to think of it, it worked pretty well on Jorden too.

Spirit added the final touches to breakfast before calling the guys to come and eat.

The smell of breakfast too much to deny, M and Aphrodite join the now empty table.

Aphrodite: Good morning mom, morning Nana.

M: Morning mom, Morning sweetie. Is that grannies waffle recipe?

Spirit: The one and only. Come have a seat.

M and Dite dive into their stacks of waffles. M closes her eyes for a moment, remembering mornings with her own grandmother in the kitchen.

M: It's good to have you around mom.

Her voice cracks with emotion.

Spirit: None of that. Finish your breakfast. I want to get the kids dressed and take them to the Farmers Market in town today.

Between a mouth full of waffle M agrees.

M: Sounds like a fun idea doesn't it. Maybe you guys can stop and pick up new backpacks for the kids they start school Monday. With all the parties it kind of fell to the back of my mind.

Spirit: Absolutely! I loved school shopping with you and Beckett.

Aphrodite isn't as quick to jump on the idea.

Aphrodite: But mom, this weekend is the "Giddy up" horse show. I was hoping you would take me.

M: Sweetie we would have needed tickets for that weeks ago. I'm sorry. How about this, next weekend you and I will take a ride to Chestnut Ridge and we'll go horseback riding just you and me. How's that sound?

Aphrodite: Promise?!

M: Promise.

That earned her a smile and a hug.

Aphrodite: Your the best, mom. Nana, thanks for breakfast.

After polishing off the last of her waffles, M wakes Zohreh and brings him down for breakfast. Kason is at her heels.

Kason: Good morning handsome guy. Good morning beautiful.

He pulls her against him in a kiss too hot for a room full of children. They'd been so busy lately it felt like they'd hardly had time to enjoy each other romantically.

M: Mmm, that's the kind of kiss that makes you want to stay in bed.

Kason: I'd like to have you in bed but I've got a meeting this afternoon that I can't miss.

M: On a Saturday?

Kason: I used PTO for both birthday parties, I figured it’s the least I can do for Greg. On the way home I’ll pick you up a scone from the Pumpkin Patch Cafe.

M: Throw in a cinnamon bun and you’re free.

Kason: You drive a hard bargain but I think I can make room for a cinnamon bun and a Pumpkin Spice Latte.

He kisses her again.

M: You spoil me.

Kason: I intend to collect on this sweet deal of yours when I get back.

He whispers close to her ear.

Kason: I intend to have you in our bed all night.

She flushes suddenly in a flirty mood. Her face warms and she looks around to see the room has gotten even more crowded with Ishtar and Venus finally joining everyone downstairs.

Venus: Can I have an extra waffle Nana?

Spirit: Then your brother would have less.

Ishtar: That’s okay Nana, she can have it.

Venus: YES!

Spirit: Sweet Ishtar. That’s a good boy.

Aphrodite: Geez Venus, do you have to be so loud?

Venus: YES! YES! I LOVE WAFFLES!

M smiles at the chaos. Kason grabs a berry from Venus plate

Venus: DAD! Hey, that was my blueberry!

Kason: You got your brother’s waffle you can spare a berry kiddo.

Aphrodite stands off to the side looking slightly bored with the rowdy exchange.

Aphrodite: I'm going to get ready for the market. Can you guys hurry up please.

The rowdy group hurries to finish breakfast and get dressed for the day.

After Kason leaves for his meeting and Spirit and the kids head to the Farmers Market Mercury goes into her office, turns on the computer and opens up the draft for her book.

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