#SIERRA IS HIS WIFE

[hemmohoran]

that was everything i ever dreamed of and more

[magentasteam]

Today I have learned….that Sierra “The Fucking” Knox….can KILL our boi by stepping on him. I thought I was seeing things because I am ill atm, but no—this woman can kill the blackmailer flamingo and 47. So that’s another female character in Hitman that can somehow curve my straightness with murder.

[lonestardust]

all of these convention updates on twitter jsksks good morning to me

[thedeadthree]

besties we survived the couriers mile

[amerasdreams]

it's so sweet how Sierra asks to be part of the Whittaker family. She's tentative about it, which shows how much it means to her. Which is why she asks it. Something she normally wouldn't do, ever. How starved she is for family. And how close she feels to the Whittakers, to even think like this, because she doesn't get close to anyone. But she formed a bond with Jason during their 1st mission together, and a bond with Whit looking for his grandson. Shows how welcoming they are, to make a girl who didn't have ties with anyone, didn't feel the need, wanted independence after her 1st adoptive family, and her unthinkably traumatic childhood, trust enough to want close ties.

[chaedomi]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ✦ twtptflob

fem!child!reader x the black agriche; minus fontaine (platonic!yan), violence, death, unhealthy relationships, everyone somehow finding a way to terrorize reader, the agriche family as a whole; flowers come in assorted colors and produce sweet nectar. as a result, flowers attract various kinds of butterflies, even the so-called deadly ones. pt. 2 ꨄ — masterlist

YOUR MOTHER was already a laughing stock and a huge disgrace to The Black Agriche. Due to this, she was confined to her room, away from the disgusted eyes that followed her form with every step she took. Her reputation further decreased when word spread in the household that she gave birth to a baby girl… a sickly one at that. Was she trying to ruin the image The Black Agriche carefully built for years!?

When LANTE found out, he was beyond livid. The disdain he held for your mother was very evident as the slightest hint of her has him in a sour mood and heads rolling. Still, he gave her a chance to redeem herself; birth a worthy child was all he commanded. However, the ending result only proved that she was indeed a useless woman.

Nobody could have stopped him from what he did next, not even the wails and desperate pleas of his other wife that knelt helplessly on the ground. Unleashing his bloodlust, your mother was brutally killed. The only ones spared were his other wife and you, as he deemed it foolish to judge you as a newborn. Perhaps your state was only temporary and as you grew older, you would impress him.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Although you weren’t sick, you grew to be a rather fragile individual. The littlest pressure has you crumpling in pain, wheezing breathlessly. A disappointment, really. Nevertheless, he kept giving you another chance to prove yourself. When you fail, he gives another and another, and another, and another-

It was then he realized how lenient he has been with you out of all people. Why he hasn’t diced you into a pile of meat as he claimed each time was beyond him. Every time you made a fault, he found himself scrambling for a reason to excuse your deplorable actions. It was unlikely of him and bothered him to a large extent.

Having enough of the confusing emotions you struck within him, an order was sent out, requesting your presence. Understandably, you were petrified as it was not common for the Head of The Agriche Family to express interest in seeing anyone out of the blue. And with an amused smirk, he watched as you nervously eat the desserts brought by the servants before dismissing you from his private room.

He continued doing this, either inviting you to the room or seeking you outside, the extreme feelings he experienced deepening with every interaction he held with you. Eventually, it escalated to a point where he didn’t want you to leave his side. He soon concluded that he will never understand what aspect of yours drew this uncharacteristic side out of him. And oddly enough… he was at peace with it. Maybe your mother was capable of doing good. Hmm…

Effortlessly, the killer of your mother lifted you from your seat. A touch meant to be comforting caused shockwaves of discomfort and fear to travel up your spine. His expression was unreadable, scrutinizing gaze never leaving your form. Eyes resembling the crimson red of blood, the picture was forever burned into your memory.

“...How strange.”

Unsurprisingly to most, SIERRA was the best friend of your mother. Looking past the horrible rumors that lingered inside the household about your mother, she decided to befriend her. And boy, was she relieved, discovering that your mother was nothing like the rumors had stated, no, your mother was just a sweet, harmless woman. The moments spent were very wholesome and a change of pace from the insanity that lingered in the household.

Though… everything went crashing down when your mother became pregnant with you. Don’t misunderstand Sierra… she was overjoyed over the announcement of you. What frightened her so much was that your mother fell terribly ill and without much reason. When your mother expressed her concerns about your health, Sierra also felt dread, wanting nothing horrible to happen to you. While it’s not related to health, Sierra knew what it’s like to be worried about your child’s well-being; she knew it all too well. Bless her kind-hearted soul, she hoped your mother would never experience the pain she was put through.

But, it appeared as though her prayers and hopes were all for naught as you were born sickly and frail. And aware of the monstrosity that will arise afterward, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Still, her knowledge of this evil pattern will never emotionally nor mentally prepare her for the disastrous event. Oh, she hated how powerless she was. Her screams, wails, and pleas were futile, having to witness the execution of her beloved friend at the hands of her husband. Why must the people she loves suffer so much?

She was left alone in the room, sobbing into her palm. Had it not been for the soft wails of your newborn self, she would have remained there on the ground, allowing the coolness of the tiles to seep onto her skin as she wept to her heart’s content. Frantically leaping to her feet and momentarily pushing her grief aside, she scooped your bundled self in her arms, listening to you calm down as a woeful frown etched itself onto her lips. Blinking away the stray tears in the corner of her eyes, she hugged you closer to her chest, rocking you slowly. She might as well enjoy what was left of her beloved friend.

History surely had its cruel way of repeating itself. As you aged, you developed a lovely personality; innocent and pure, contrasting the sadistic and aggressive personas the rest of your family members owned. Why it destroyed her the way it did was because your traits were on par with her deceased son, Ashil. Just what did she do to relive such a nightmare?

By some miracle, Lante seemed to favor you tremendously. The stress that was lifted from her shoulders was refreshing. …It was especially difficult to ignore how extremely clingy Sierra was toward you. Every hour of the day, every second, Sierra insisted to be by your side, never allowing you a moment of isolation. Even so, her clinginess will never compare to how overprotective she was. God forbid if you got injured in her sight, or somehow managed to sneak away from her watchful eyes for too long. She will fall into hysterics, holding onto the little thread of sanity she possessed as she smothers you with overbearing attention.

You almost screamed in terror at the figure looming above you. Thankfully, your brain reacted quicker as you identified the figure as your stepmother. What mostly unnerved you was not the fact that she most likely might have been watching you sleep, but how… lifeless she looked. You didn’t know she was able to make such a face. Quietly, you called out to her which successfully snapped her out of her trance. Wordlessly, the woman sunk to her knees and wrapped her arms around your small body, stuffing her face in your torso. Regardless of your utter confusion as to why she visited you in the dead of night, you returned the gesture, spurring her to tears. Doesn’t look like she’ll be leaving anytime soon…

“...It could have been you as well…”

When Sierra says she’s going to stay with you, she means that she is staying with you. She does a good job of it as well, much to your dismay. But her whimpers every time you tried to run away always filled you with guilt, grounding you next to her. And thus, due to Sierra’s stubbornness to leave you alone, this is how MARIA met you.

It was a bright and sunny day, the flowers were in season, and birds were chirping merrily… it was the perfect condition to host a tea party! What better way to relax under this glorious weather than to enjoy tea and desserts with her favorite guests? So excitedly, Maria sent invitations.

Sierra was one of the last few to arrive. When Maria went to greet her, what she wasn’t expecting was two instead of one. Honestly speaking… Maria did not care for both you and your mother. Yes, she has heard of the gossip of your mother circulating among the Agriche Wives, and yes, she has heard the talk of your birth. But for someone who has never seen you or your mother before, there was only so much fuel she could add to the fire.

Her eyebrows were raised as Sierra timidly states that she brought someone along. Since Sierra was mostly alone, it was a surprise to her. Though all questions died down in her throat when she caught a glimpse of you.

The umbrella that was tightly grasped in her hand fell to the ground, her jaw slackening as she stared at you with blown eyes. …Was it even possible to be more beautiful than Sierra and her daughter combined!? You were just as pretty as a flower!

Not much explanation was needed, she immediately fell head over heels for you. Forget the fact you came uninvited, come relax and have some tea! Squealing with a skip in her step, she snatched you from Sierra's side, ushering you to a comfortable seat where she and all the ladies present fussed over you. …You left with a stomach bursting from sweets that day…

Unfortunately, gaining Maria's affection means you're subjected to her bizarre actions. If you had Sierra visiting your room in the dead of night, you had Maria visiting your room at the crack of dawn. You've woken up to her beaming face far too many times to count…

Braiding your hair, dressing up, and playing pretend are Maria's favorite activities with you and they always end with her pinching your cheeks and kissing them before she leaves. She really wanted to lock you up for herself, a cute little doll all for her to admire, pamper and cherish.

Maria was very cheerful and a bit eccentric, so you mostly felt at peace in her presence. …But that all changed when you stayed at a party longer than you should have. What you saw was like a wake-up call for you, unless they were Sierra, no matter how sweet they make themselves appear, they were still an Agriche, dehumanized, and evil.

You suddenly felt the dessert you ate creep up your throat as you stared at the servant's corpse... what was left of it, at least. The spoon you used to eat the treat slipped from your fingers, falling onto the table with a loud rattle. Your second stepmother, the murderer, was unbothered by it all, a devilish smile occupying her doll-like features, calming dishing out orders for the servant’s body to be fed to the beastly creatures that resided inside the mansion. At the sight of you, her sadistic smile morphed into one filled with pure adoration. She made her way to you giddily and squeezed you into a hug, uncaring of the evidence of her killing smearing all over your body. Frozen, you just stood there as she lovingly pressed a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"My! Aren't you such a Cutie Pie!"

The first time she saw you, she only gave you a glance… before she almost stumbled over as she did a double take. Once she regained her composure, in quick, long strides, ROXANA closed the distance between you both, firmly placing a gloved hand on your shoulder. You flinched, nearly shooting off the ground. The hallways were pretty much empty, so where the hell did she randomly emerge from?

Her stare intimidated you as her eyes were practically glaring holes into your body. It remained that way for a while, her hand on your shoulder as she stared, you, too scared out of your mind to even breathe properly. Soon, her hard stare turned soft, her reddened lips curling into her iconic smile.

Do you know how long she has waited to see you? The answer, she’s been waiting for years. The Abysmal Flower is a book that was offered to her by a school friend in her previous life… to which she initially detested reading because of the triggering contents the novel entailed… but she got past that. Because of all the dark themes, your character was an abnormality in the novel so to speak, especially when you were a member of The Black Agriche. The Black Agriche was known for its criminal activities… Fraud, Theft, Drugs & Poison, and most importantly murder, taking away lives without batting an eyelid.

You didn't belong with that, choosing peace as a method rather than violence. You were just a poor unfortunate soul inside a den filled with savages. It was a custom tradition in the household to eliminate those who stood outside their reputation as it displayed signs of weakness. But you remained unharmed by their gruesome acts. You see, the book portrayed you as possessing this indescribable charm where people feel more inclined to protect you than to harm you. Clearly, The Black Agriche was under this so-called charm of yours. It also extended to the novel’s heroine, Sylvia, who despite hating The Black Agriche, fell in love with you because of your angelic nature, viewing you as a younger sibling. Sadly, blinded by her rage and sorrow over the news of her brother’s killing, she wiped you out with the rest… falling into deeper despair after realizing she destroyed you as well.

Admittingly, Roxana held a grudge over Sylvia and the authors for that stunt. You were her favorite character by far and had so much potential. So even though the alarms blared loudly as her mind registered that she reincarnated as an Agriche and the trials that come along with the name, she was buzzing from glee now that she had a chance to see you… years after.

But after that ‘incident’ and the daily nuisances, she ought to handle for survival, the thought of you slowly slipped from her mind… until now. While no one will stupidly lay a finger on you inside the household, the same cannot be said for some outside the household. The Black Agriche has made quite the amount of enemies, after all. You being the favored one, including your predicament will make you a big target of these enemies. Thus, Roxana does her best to add extra security to your life.

Whenever she gets the chance, she will constantly check on you. If not, she will simply send one of her butterflies to always be updated about your whereabouts. Don’t you see? Whatever she does, it’s done in your favor… So, please enlighten her as to why you appear to be so antsy around her. She hasn’t done anything wrong, has she? She didn’t know you had a dramatic side… but, oh well, that’s endearing too.

She was nice to you, very very nice. For some reason though, it scared you more than it flattered you. You were unsure of why, but your instincts always screamed at you to avoid the blonde. She hasn’t done anything for you to fear her, only spoiling you with exquisite gifts and jewelry. But after what happened with your second stepmother… you didn’t want to take chances. A gloved thumb distracted you from your thoughts, gently caressing your cheek. Lifting your gaze, you peered into reddened hues, an emotion you were unable to decipher swirling in them. She smiled at you fondly, cooing even. Placing your hands on your lap, you smiled back, ignoring the nauseating churn in your stomach.

“Did I perhaps do something wrong? No? Then you don’t mind staying longer with your Big Sister, right~?”

Roxana’s extreme adoration for you had JEREMY torn between anxiety and anger. It’s already bad enough that he had to share his sister’s attention with the god-forsaken Blue Pedelian but now a whiny baby has come to steal the remainder of his spotlight!? He’s NOT happy. I mean, he was there longer than both you AND him. Though, it seems that his sister favors you more than the horny dog… Not that it makes it any better. It’s still annoying.

Jeremy has mentioned this several times to his sister, mostly about you. It was obvious he was jealous, but his complaints stemmed deeper than jealousy, it was fear that his sister will leave him if she attaches herself to others. Growing up in a loveless household was beyond excruciating and his sister, being the first one to treat him like a human and not a weapon, he continuously yearned for her affection. He didn’t want to return to what it was before, and if denying his sister interactions with others stopped that, he’s all in for it. Reassuring words from his sister, however, washed away the little panic inside him.

Still, it lingered on his mind, you. His sister doesn’t mention anyone just like that; if she does, it certainly isn’t to that extent. She’s always smiling, her eyes glitter in excitement, and she rambles on and on, very unusual for her. At least you make her happy… Nevermind. He’s still bitter about the whole thing.

In time, he finally asks his sister if he can meet the person that caught her eye. It could be anyone, considering the ungodly amount of siblings he had and since she was heading to where you were located, he might as well tag along too. His sister’s hesitation didn’t escape his eye, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Looks like you held more value to her than he first presumed…

After contemplating her answer for a while, she gave in, beckoning him closer with a finger. As they walked together, she told him you were the shy type, and it's highly advised that he doesn't do something to overwhelm you. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not… but he felt as though there was a subtle threat underlying her words… Soon enough, they arrived at your bedroom doors.

What did you look like? What kind of person truly are you? His sister paints you a good light, going so far saying you were an angel descended from the heavens. But what if there was a dark side you skillfully concealed? That you were just another savage under the disguise of an innocent? It’s not like he doubted his sister’s judgment… just simply concerned for her well-being.

Well, he'll be damned. And slightly ashamed too. Look at you… you were so frail… and gentle too. The way you touched Roxana and spoke with her, (god, your VOICE!) was so soft, musical, and pleasing to the ears. He kind of flinched when the conversation held between you and his sister switched to him, his sister gesturing to him with a hand. His heart warmed, seeing how your big-doe eyes looked at him, the beautiful hue of them twinkling with curiosity.

Most recoil from his touch but, you reached out to him, interlacing your tiny fingers with his. He noticed how your hand trembled, looks like Roxana was correct, you were the shy type. Even so, you overcame your anxiety to greet him! Him! The final blow was the sweet giggle that escaped your lips, swinging your hand in his. Forget Angel, you were Heaven Sent.

It was very silly how easily he fell under your control, but can you blame him? When was the last time someone treated him with genuine kindness and affection other than his sister? He visited you a lot after that, to your surprise. You thought it was a one-time thing, but here he is, bringing spoils and stuffed animals every day. At that point, you had to ask for another room to store your gifts from him… Jokes and banter are common between you two, him doing most of the interaction, pinching your cheeks, and tickling your sides. Jeremy… turns out to be more childish than you, who is a child, and that said something. It amazed you when he’s on the verge of falling onto the ground and crying out whenever you declined his time with you.

Then there were instances that he was similar to a cat, cute and loving to the people he cherishes, pissy and hostile to others when they come near his cherished. What you hated about him was his ugly jealousy streak and the damage he brings with it. It can annoying when someone you like doesn’t spend much time with you as you’d like, but was it really worth bashing their head into the floor?

You walked hand-in-hand with your brother who hummed merrily. As for you, you were in a state of shock, silent as your mind tried to process what had happened prior earlier. Why did he… kill the servant? They were being nice to you were they not? It was just a lovely fresh-picked flower they wanted to gift out of the goodness of their heart. To you, you thought it was the prettiest one you’ve ever seen so far, the vibrant color palette reminding you of yourself. Mesmerized you were very close to taking the pretty thing, your chubby hands reaching to clasp at the plant. In the BLINK of an eye, the servant was no longer in their spot, the flower soaking in a puddle of blood on the ground, and your hands outstretched. The liquid was also splattered on your face, little droplets spluttered on your dress. In front of you was your brother, an enraged face overtaking his features. And underneath his boot was… the servant that offered the flower to you. What just happened…? Shrugging off how your irises dilated as he came closer, he knelt to the ground, scooping the flower from its puddle. And with a beaming smile, he patted your head, giving the bloodied flower to you instead.

“They’re out of their fuckin’ minds if they think I’d allow them to taint you.”

After your encounter with Roxana, she basically took over the role of bodyguard away from Sierra. Then you appreciated Sierra more, for mingling in Roxana’s presence had you stiffer than a board. The evening was a stormy one, the raindrops harshly beating against the roof, the low rumbles of thunder, and the faint flashes of lightning. For some odd reason, Roxana wanted to take a walk with you in this weather. You didn’t want to, but one word of hers led to another, and now you’re here. Too bad you were too scared to speak up.

Suddenly, she told you she had to run a small errand. It won’t take long, she insisted, and just like that, you were left “unsupervised” in the middle of the hallway. When you wanted to be left alone, you didn’t mean it like this. The hallways were eerily vacant and your room was nowhere nearby. The setting didn’t ease your growing anxiety; it was straight out of a horror novel where anything was capable of jumping you at any given moment. So… imagine how your soul left your body when you glanced over your shoulder, only to make eye contact with a face.

Gasping loudly, you spun around and stumbled backward, your small hands clutching at your clothes. Hair dark as the night sky, eyes red as blood… How did your father manage to silence his footsteps…? And most importantly, what could he possibly want from you…?  The deep frown he wore is a bad sign… Did you finally manage to push your father over the edge!?

The distant sound of heels hastily clacking against the floor trickled into your ears. Shortly after Roxana came into view, panting heavily as she shot a firey glare at the figure in front of you followed by a trail of threats. How did she have the courage to do that!? Did she not fear your father’s wrath? More so, why was he not responding? And who is this DION!? Too confused to study your fear of your sister when she lifted you into her arms, you wrapped your arms around her neck staring at a smirk creeping on who you assumed to be your father’s face.

The days continued smoothly (as the routine with Lante, Sierra, Maria, Roxana, and Jeremy occurred too often to be considered strange) and you lived your life as best as possible. But that was just the calm before the storm… 

Jumping from your seat, the porcelain cup slipped from your hands, shattering on the ground and spilling the milk. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your skin grew ice cold. Maria, Sierra, and the women present at the tea party also freaked out, the former rushing to both of your sides as they attempted to soothe your panicking self.

But that was a mistake for as soon as Maria touched you, you broke down into a fit of tears. They were confused, you were fine seconds ago! Was it perhaps the milk you drank with your biscuits that caused this!? Well, that certainly wouldn't slip by!

However, was that the answer to your panic? No. Someone was… watching you. It wasn't a normal glance… but rather one that instilled apprehensiveness in the hearts of numerous, and unfortunately, it was geared toward you. Left, right, and back, you frantically looked around, trying to identify who it was the person that had you so distraught. But, you couldn't, which made you cry harder and flail your arms about.

You knew the situation was very bad that the noise caught the attention of Lante, summoning him inside the greenhouse where the tea party was hosted. He was disgruntled, unsure of what to do. He didn't train himself to be a proper parent, so how should he know how to tame a crying child no less?

The best option he thought of was to carry you to your bed quarters and your stepmothers quickly complied, Maria whispering sweet nothings into your ears as she carried you, and Sierra lurking not too far behind.

There was some fun in isolation, you thought, as you found solace in the confinement of your room. Whenever you tried to stay outside in the company of others, so did the feeling of being watched return, the dread worsening the smaller the crowd gets. The feeling always disappeared when you were alone in your room, or by yourself… hold on, did you just hear your bedroom door lock?

This man was not your father. It made sense now why your sister treated him with disrespect. If he was not your father, could he possibly be one of your siblings? Though he looks like him, a carbon copy you think, he was sure far worse than your father in personality. Dull, apathetic, and very sadistic. He had no regard for life either as he shamelessly killed the maid assigned to you in front of your eyes. Even when the blood splattered on his face, he showed no emotion, maintaining eye contact with you. Could he be the one that was watching you all this time? Why did he wait to approach you when you were alone? Have you upset him in some way? Was he going to slaughter you next? All these questions ran through your head, unknowingly letting the tears gathered in your eyes run down your cheeks. This caught his attention, the smirk you remembered him having on your first encounter spreading on his lips. Kneeling in front of your bed, uncaring of how you trembled in his company, he reached out a hand, rubbing his finger tenderly against your cheek. It was sick how he found satisfaction that he evoked such a reaction from you. A teardrop fell onto his finger and he brought it to his lips, tasting it. What was meant to be salty, the flavor burst with sweetness in his mouth.

“I wonder what other reactions I can get from you.”

Weak… Fragile… Gentle… Pure… Innocent… How are you surviving in this god-forsaken household? It’s even more amusing to witness the same man, her father, protect what he firmly strived to kill. And that’s how GRISELDA formed a great interest in you, the youngest of The Black Agriche. She remembers clearly, a conversation she held with one of her younger half-sisters years ago, the person responsible for knocking her out of her top three rankings. Smiling happily with her fingers interlaced underneath her chin, she promised to show her something that will greatly humor her.

You may not have been the ‘thing’ her sister was referring to, nevertheless, it was not an unwelcomed one. Ah, she wonders, how long has it been since she has had that spark of interest? The day her sibling died in front of her eyes, feelings such as love became foreign to her. But, you? You restored these lost feelings of hers from first sight. She was stupefied when it happened, her body overflowing with spontaneous bursts of energy.

Truth be told, she had an eye on you for the longest while now, aching to meet you in person at least once. But, curse her hectic schedule to hell, leaving her no choice but to satisfy her curiosity about you from the little stories told by her other half-siblings. For the first time, she had felt a sense of ugly envy… Will they know of it though? No.

Fate was cruel to her, she thinks. First, to take away her sibling she loved, and second, to present, oh, such an ethereal gift, just to keep it away from her arm's length having to watch down on you from the villa’s balcony, scurrying about with her other siblings. For now, she’ll keep it that way, looking at you with a sober expression from afar, but still offering you exquisite gifts to make you aware of her existence.

It was another gift that seemed to spawn alive onto your dressing table, probably from your anonymous gift-giver. You had asked your siblings, including your stepmother who would occasionally step inside if they were the ones responsible, to which they all responded with a ‘no.’ You wondered if it were a servant that did it, but after what transpired with the previous one, you doubted anyone outside your family will be willing to take such a risk. This time, the gift was sitting in a glass vase, filled with water. In the vase were the flowers you adored with the lovely aroma. Happily, you whiffed the scent. Picking up the note that came with the gift, it read, ‘These flowers reminded me of you. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do… Sincerely, Griselda.’

“Don’t die on me, Little Sister. I won’t allow it~”

You were very confused to see a red-headed girl on her hands and knees, panting heavily for air. She was shaken too, a sickly color to her pale skin and the cold sweat that ran down the exposed parts of her body. But as you caught the dim red glow in the corner of your eye, as well as the faint sound of wings flapping, you were able to put two-and-two together; the girl was most likely tormented by Roxana’s infamous killer butterflies.

You pitied her, knowing what those butterflies were capable of, one almost biting your finger clean off your hand in one instance. But, that was just a sole butterfly you dealt with, she must have encountered several. And from one victim to another, you approached her shaking form in the hopes of comforting her.

Though… it seems she didn’t appreciate the sentiment… the fiery stare she gave you in response shut you up quickly and almost made you lose your bowels right there. Screaming insults and curses, she sprang to her feet and shoved past you, storming off to where she wanted to go. You just stood there in your spot, wide-eyed with your hands on your chest. Well, that’s what you get for roping yourself into situations that didn’t concern you…

From her outburst, you didn’t anticipate seeing her again, nor do you think she would want to see you. So her interrupting the tea party with yourself in the garden the next day startled you. Overcoming your shock, you smiled at her and invited her to join you and enjoy a couple of biscuits. She stuck her nose into the air and gawked at you as though you’d grown two heads… but still agreed. You did most of the talking, shortly learning her name, CHARLOTTE, and her exchanging haughty remarks here and then. It was a decent event…

If only you knew what exactly your brief display of kindness unconsciously resigned yourself to. Charlotte… was awfully demanding. After the tea party, Charlotte appeared by you very frequently, ordering that you drop whatever it was you were doing, and spend time with her. It could be one of the most important things you had to handle and she would not care. You could be with one of your siblings and she would not care. You could be sick and worn out, she will NOT care. If she wants to be with you, it will be now, no time for discussion. Just TRY to say no, it won’t do you any good. You said yes a lot, mostly because of your fear of what she will do if you deprive her of what she desired. She already made you petrified with a glare, how much worse will it be once she reaches her limit and lashes out? You have no ability to defend yourself when the time comes, so why should you cause trouble? Give in and avoid the unnecessary problem.

She was shaking with fury, hands angrily pulling at her puffy pigtails. How dare they…? HOW DARE THEY!? Are they stupid!? What do you mean you can’t spend time with her!? YOU BOTH ALWAYS SPEND TIME TOGETHER AT THIS TIME! WHY was she and him getting in her way of being with YOU!? They have to be stupid! While she went through an internal crisis, you clutched at your clothes, tears pricking at your eyes. Her green eyes were practically glowing with wrath from the hatred she harbored for your older sister and brother! She was also on the verge of snapping, that you can tell. She was losing all of her morality the longer they denied her what she wanted. You would have excused yourself long ago, but when she’s like this, that’s not the ideal option, for she may do something regrettable to you. Stepping behind your sister, your ears twitched at the sound of a whip cracking, inclusive of a butterflies’ wings, indicating the start of a full-on brawl.

“GO AWAY! Can’t you see we’re in the middle of something!?”

And finally… YOU! How do you feel about your family's attention to you? You never saw how other families interact with their kin… but you knew that what your family was doing was wrong. It was dangerous and obsessive. Would you tell them that? No. Unless you wish to suffer a fate worse than death by confronting them, you will keep your silence until all the odds are in your favor.

They were the butterflies, your mannerisms and kindness as the sweet nectar and color that attracted them, and you, their delicate flower.

©chaedomi. please do not modify, edit, copy or reproduce any of the works published.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Alpine Meeting Yours and Bucky’s Newborn Baby

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Sierra and Alpine

Summary: Alpine meets yours and Bucky’s newborn daughter.

Warnings: nothing but Fluff and cuteness

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

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“There’s mommy’s and daddy’s favorite fluffy princess.” Bucky coos at Alpine as she rubbed against Bucky’s legs. “Did you miss us?” He asks.

Alpine looks up at the two of you and meowed. She followed close behind you guys as you two went to the living room. You carefully sat down on the couch with yours and Bucky’s newborn baby girl Sierra in your arms. Bucky sat down next to you and Alpine jumped up on the arm of the couch, curious looking at Sierra.

“This is Sierra, Alpine. She’s going to be your new best friend.” You say softly.

You and Bucky watched closely as Alpine got on your lap to get a closer look at Sierra. Sierra made a cooing noise when Alpine’s whiskers tickled her tiny hand. Alpine softly nudged her head against Sierra’s hand before giving her little kisses on her little hand. Yours and Bucky’s hearts melted with cuteness as you two watched Alpine giving Sierra kisses. Alpine then moved herself to Bucky’s lap and made herself comfortable.

“It’s safe to say that Alpine is in love with Sierra.” Bucky says, gently petting Alpine.

Alpine jumped when Sierra started crying. She approached her to see what was wrong.

“I’ll make her a bottle.” Bucky says.

Bucky got up and went to the kitchen to make a bottle for Sierra while Alpine stayed in the living room, watching as you tried to get Sierra to stop crying.

“I’ll feed her.” He says, sitting down next to you.

You carefully placed Sierra in Bucky’s arms and watched as he fed her. Alpine curious tapped the bottle with her paw, wanting the milk that’s inside of it.

“No, no, Alpine.” Bucky coos at her. “This isn’t milk for kitties.” He tells her.

“I’ll get you some milk that you can drink.” You say, petting her.

You got up and went to the kitchen. You grabbed a small bowl from the cabinet and poured a decent amount in it. You went back to the living room and placed the small bowl on the floor next to the coffee table. Alpine jumped off the couch and went to the bowl of milk. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched Alpine’s little tongue dip into the milk as she drank it. The next morning, Sierra woke up crying, wanting something to eat. You went to get up to feed her, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you back in bed.

“I’ll feed her, doll.” Bucky says, his voice raspy from waking up.

“I can feed my baby, Bucky.” You say.

“I know you can, but you, my sweet doll, had a C-Section a few days ago and I can tell you’re still in pain. Besides you need your beauty sleep.” He says.

You looked at your husband and pouted, not wanting to argue with him. Bucky kissed your lips before getting up to check on Sierra. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when her cries slowly came to a stop. Bucky walked in the nursery to see Alpine in the crib with Sierra. He smiled widely.

“I see you’re doing your part, princess.” Bucky says, giving Alpine scratches behind her ears.

Alpine purred in response.

“You keep Sierra company while I make her a bottle, ok?” He says to Alpine.

Alpine looked at Bucky as if she understood what he was saying. Bucky went downstairs to the kitchen and made a bottle and went back to the nursery. He picked up Sierra and sat down in the rocking chair in her nursery to feed her. Alpine jumped out of the crib and jumped up onto the changing table to watch Bucky feed Sierra. A moment later, you walked in the nursery, smiling at the cuteness in front of you. Alpine meowed and jumped down from the changing table to greet you.

“Good morning, princess.” You smiled, reaching down to pet her. “Are you helping daddy with Sierra?” You asked her.

Alpine head butted your hand in response. You walked over to your husband and daughter, giving them a kiss on their foreheads. Alpine jumped back to her spot on the changing table.

“Our little family.” You say with a smile.

“Hmm.” Bucky hums, smiling.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[piastree]

Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

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Summary : They are a couple caught in the chaos of a love filled with randomness and quirks. Their relationship is marked by funny and unpredictable moments, where each day feels like a new adventure. Despite frequently engaging in amusing and spirited bickering, beneath the banter lies a deep and meaningful romance. Disclamer: This is a story created for fun without any hate towards anyone. This work exists in a realm separate from the original canon. Characters may be divergent from their established personas. So, just enjoy the rollercoaster ride.

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f1updates spotted chart-topping sensation Sierra Turner hanging out in the McLaren garage at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Having a blast and sharing some race-day tales with the McLaren driver, Oscar Piastri!

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user hold up, sierra turner in the mclaren garage?! this race just got a whole lot more interesting

user sierra always bringing the good vibes wherever she goes! McLaren garage just got a major upgrade<3

user y/n, better keep an eye on your man

user lmao y/n's the one catching all his attention

user OMG, sierra talked with oscar??? my two worlds collided

user this is what dreams are made of! sierra, lando, and oscar, the dynamic trio we didn't know we needed

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sierraturner this was all one day. Thankyou for having me❤️ @/mclaren

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user SOO GORGEOUSSS

user sierra turning the race into a concert❤️

mclaren thankyou for coming, Sierra!🧡

sierraturner the pleasure is mine! I'm truly looking forward to another invitation

user sierra interaction with landoooo?? I LIVE FOR THIS

user whoa mclaren garage is filled with beautiful women!! imagine 2 gorgeous women y/n and sierra at the same place

landonorris great to see you here! Thanks for coming to the race

sierraturner looking forward to the next year races!

user is someone notice she seems to be getting cozy in Oscar's garage???👀

user i think u should stop overanalyze ://

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oscarpiastri Last day of term completed. Podiums, a sprint win and your 🧡 made 2023 awesome. Big thanks to all the papaya crew

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quadlock incredible year! So proud to be on this journey with you 💙

ausgp What a first season! You’ve done Australia incredibly proud, mate! 🇦🇺🧡

user our rookie is no longer a rookie

user Good job lad, you proved all the haters wrong 🧡

sierraturner congratulations on an amazing first season 🧡

user wow have you officially become his fan?

sierraturner yes, no doubt

user it's time for you to move @/yourusername

yourusername added a story

Congratulations on completing your rookie season! Proud is an understatement❤️

oscarpiastri you know i love u right yourusername i know❤️

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yourusername me n my girlies

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user please let me be part of the group

user can i be one of your girlies…. or perhaps your only girl….. by that i mean your girlfriend and wife i will treat you right buy you flowers and make you breakfast every day my queen

yourusername oh, you're sweet. Lucky for me, i've already got a wonderful guy who showers me with love, flowers, and foods. But i'll remember your offer in case i need a backup🤗

oscarpiastri no need for backups here and definitely no substitutes allowed, mate🙄

yourusername possesive😩

user LMAOOO Y/N never crossed my mind seeing the two of them bickering on comment section

yourbff let's schedule another round!

oscarpiastri she's already booked

yourbff possesive much?😌

oscarpiastri i'm just scared you won't bring y/n back in one piece

yourusername silly hahaha

user Hold up, sierra liked y/n's post? Is this a friendly vibe or a hidden agenda?

user plot twist in the making

lovingwags

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lovingwags the street is buzzing with rumors of Sierra trying to get Oscar's attention, stirring up tension with y/n. Whose team are you on??

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user why are we even comparing and picking sides when oscar is clearly with y/n? let's respect their relationship u weirdo

user sierra and oscar would make such a lovely couple<3

user can't we just focus on supporting each other??

user dear y/n please just leave oscar for sierra

user you are so sick🤮

user lmaoo stop making unnecessary drama😭

user sierra definitely >>>>> y/n LIKE SIERRA HAS IT ALL — THE TALENTS, FAME, AND LITERALLY EVERYTHINGGG

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f1wagsupdates y/n is currently enjoying a christmas holiday in Oscar's hometown. A heartwarming videos captured her sheer joy while playing with Oscar's nieces. Credit to @/blahblah

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user y/n looks so happy spending time with Oscar's family in Australia! What a heartwarming sight🥺❤️

user while the rumor mill is working overtime between them, y/n stays unbothered too busy being happy to get caught up in the drama

user no wonder they've been MIA since the winter break kicked in. Enjoy the holiday, you two!

user can we talk about how absolutely stunning and genuine y/n looks in this video?

user her beauty shines so effortlessly in this video. Oscar is so lucky😭😭

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oscarpiastri exploring the town with my favorite dork

user did you just take a break from the track for a romantic getaway in Japan??? wow

user the cutest couple in the paddock<3

user the 5th photo is so cute because she seemed confused loll

user probably because she thought oscar was behind her, and then it hit her like, 'Oh, Oscar's still up there'😂

mclaren enjoy the off season, Oscar & y/n!

user admin is absolutely rooting for both of them🧡

user seated for oscar & y/n's honeymoon phase

user the unbothered queen & king❤️

Notes: Btw, I'm planning to create more parts for this AU, so if you enjoy reading it, you can look forward to some new chapters ahead. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. Thankyouuuu

[entertainmentgirl80]

You My Storm Forever (Tyler Owens X Female Reader) 🤠⛈️🩵

Warnings: Weather phobia, little PSTD, some Angst, Some FLUFF at the End.

"Hey honey, I'ma be back, going with the crew again." Tyler has his keys & his hat on.

"Okay babe, please be careful, I love you." You say to him while you clean up the kitchen.

"Love you back." He kisses you on the cheek and heads straight to the door.

So, while your husband is out chasing tornadoes with his crew as usual, you always can't help that anxiety you felt in your stomach that your husband can gets hurt in a tornado especially this time of the year in Oklahoma, however, lucky for y'all, you two live in Atlanta since three years now after you & Tyler gotten married. But it's still didn't change the fact that he still got that wild card personality in him, regardless of who he is because of what he loves to do.

*rings, rings, rings* Your phone is ringing, and you answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sierra, this is Lily, I'm calling you to form you that Tyler is injured from chasing today, and he is in the hospital right now, if you okay to see him."

"Okay, thanks, Lily. I'm otw now." You hung up and grab your keys, and head out to the hospital with no hesitation.

Afterward, you got out of the car after you arrived there. Feelings are overwhelmed that you don't know that he makes it out: alive or dead.

"Hi, I'm looking for Tyler Owens, I'm his wife." You said to the lady in the front desk with lace of concern.

"Hi, Mrs. Owens, your husband has been waiting for you, and he is in room 101." She said to you with a smile.

"Okay, thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She nodded toward you.

*Knock, knock, knock*

"Come on in." Tyler watching TV while on his hospital bed.

As soon you come in, Tyler turns around, and his face changes to a frown to a big, wicked smile because you know he is happy to see his love, especially if you made his day around.

"T!!" You walk towards him

"Baby" He cooed

"What the hell you were thinking about? I'm was so worried that you gonna hurt, especially doing storm chasing an-." Tyler, stop her from talking.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhh, it's alright, look, I'm sorry, we saw a EF2, it's was coming towards me & the crew and all a sudden we got hit by something from the tornado and the truck filp over, and we got out of there quick." He explained.

You are sitting down and processing that your husband is explaining what happened. However, all you know is that you are grateful that your husband is still here and blessed to be alive.

"Don't do me like that again, T, or I will divorce your ass, please." Your voice was stern but soft.

"Aye, aye Mrs. Owens, I love you." He tips off his imaginary hat while having a cheshire cat grin on his features that you can't help but smile at him.

"I love you too, Mr. Tornado Wrangler." You rolled your eyes, but you can't help that you love him, and he gives you a kiss on the lips.

A/N: This is my second fanfiction writing of the Tornado Wrangler, so I'm hope y'all like it. And p.s. also, forgot that I wanna to give credit to the person who made the dividers is @a-reader-and-a-writer 🤠🌪💋😌

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Marcsburnerphones' body of work, or for better words a deep dive into her restless maladaptive daydreaming mind that she puts into words <3

John Price 

ATWR (And They Were Roommates) - ongoing 

synopsis: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

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Wish I Never Came - finished 

synopsis: being johns wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.

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play dirty - one shot 

based on this request 

orange peel theory - oneshot 

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Simon (Ghost) Riley 

Bars and Broken Hearts - oneshot 

synopsis: The 141 minus john goes out for drinks and when johnny decides to throw simon a spontaneous bachelor surprise it goes left quickly.

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Sierra six (The Gray Man)

Sleepless - finished 

synopsis: Sierra six was assigned by your uncle Donald Fitzroy to watch over your younger sister Claire and yourself, six finds himself taking a strong liking to you but he's strictly business. Can he keep that moral when he catches you in the act of pleasing yourself?

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Tangerine (Bullet Train)

Lady At The Bar (unfinished)

synopsis: Tangerine was always sharp and dapper, intimidatingly classic man. He never found the time to experience romance of any sorts. Lemon begged him to get out there and if he found the right one and he empathizes the RIGHT one she would love him despite his work field. He found that to be absolute nonsense he believed there’d never be anyone for him till he found you.

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[paulyenvol6]

Bound by Flame (Chapter 11)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, dubcon, oral (f receiving), degrading dirty talk, praising, overstimulating, possessiveness, dominant Daemon, angst

Wordcount: ~4.60k

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Daemon turned out to be right.

Viserys made no move to throw him and therefore Maera out of the keep and in the evening they even took supper with the king.

When the rogue prince had entered the keep earlier after his conversation with Viserys, he had approached a servant and demanded to be brought to his wife. Lucky for the servant he had agreed and taken Daemon to her old chambers in the west wing of the castle. There he had found his niece happily looking out of the window and her sigh had warmed his stomach. Seeing the girl content was the dearest thing to him after all.

He wasn't entirely satisfied with the housing situation though and told Maera that they would live in his old chambers a floor below as his rooms were bigger and consequently more comfortable for two people and perhaps a little child. Despite looking a little sad she had agreed and the couple had spent the afternoon taking Maera's old stuff down to his rooms and then in the evening a servant had come to take them to the king's chambers.

It would be a lie to say that Daemon wasn't a little surprised as he had expected to ignore him at least for a little while, but he assumed that Viserys felt the urge to spend as much time with his daughter as possible and he couldn't simply leave out Daemon.

When he and his niece entered the king's rooms he looked bitter. A stiff posture, his mouth tensed and a strict look in his eyes. He seemingly tried to welcome Maera as friendly and lovingly as he could but when his eyes fell on his brother he merely nodded while grinding his teeth. Maera smiled shyly and then took her place beside her husband with her father to her opposite.

At first there was an uncomfortable silence that was so sharp and full of tension, it seemed to cut through the air and at some point Maera couldn't stand it any longer.

"Father, I haven't seen Aegon yet. Where is he?"

Viserys looked at his plate while answering: "He's on a progress throughout the country. An attempt to find him a suitable wife."

His daughter raised her eyebrows looking surprised. "Oh yes? I thought he was set to wed the lady Sierra of house Velaryon."

The king toyed with the cup of wine in his hands. "Yeah well… He was, but he refused me so harshly that I decided to leave the choice to him. As long as his match will be highborn and of a marriagable age I will agree to it."

They kept the topic up for another few minutes with Daemon mainly listening to the talking rather than taking part in it as well. But then when they were speaking about court and the fact that Otto Hightower's wife was with child again Maera did something without thinking about the consequences of her actions.

"Father… you will meet Baelon soon. He is wonderful and you will love him, I'm sure."

Viserys' face was far away from looking pleased. Instead he stared at Maera with tight lips and at first didn't answer her at all.

"Please father," she breathed. "He's my son."

The king inhaled deeply and took his eyes off his daughter which Daemon observed with narrow eyes.

"Let us speak about something else," Viserys demanded at last which the rogue prince replied to with a scoff. It fueled Maera's father with anger.

"How dare you mock me, Daemon! In my own halls after I have granted you my hospitility!? AFTER you've kidnapped my daughter and held her hostage for almost a year!"

He had jumped to his feet and smacked his hand on the table emphasizing his last words. His daughter grabbed his arms and desperately tried to calm him.

"Please. Please don't, can't we just – Can't we just make this a pleasant meal?"

Perhaps her words had an impact on him. He froze in the motion his eyes still spitting fire at his brother but he kept his mouth closed. A few seconds of silence and then Viserys sat down again. His shaky hands reached to his cup of wine and while still boiling with fury he took a little sip. Maera used the moment to swiftly change the subject.

"The library looks different, father. Have you finally changed the tapestries?"

The rest of the supper went on peacefully which was partly because Daemon barely said another word. He looked bored as he sat back in his chair and examined his nails while Maera tried everything to not let the situation escalate again. When Viserys finally excused himself and announced that he was gonna go to bed she exhaled and her tense muscled relaxed.

Once her father had left the room Daemon and Maera exchanged a look and then he stood up and guided his niece to follow him. He held her hand while leading her out of the chambers as well and then up to his chambers. All the way up neither of them said a word but at some point it just bursted out of Maera.

"Must you mock him like that, uncle?" she pressed and Daemon's cold eyes landed on her. As he didn't answer, the girl continued while sitting down on a chair.

"You know that he gets emotional about… this. You know that it will make him angry."

"It's not his fucking place to get angry," he growled and blared his teeth. Maera gasped for air and threw her head back in despair. Then she quickly knelt in front of her husband and reached out to take his hands.

"Please Daemon. I haven't seen him in months and I just… I just want this to work. I'm certain that he will be kind and warm to us if only we don't provoke him. He has love for us and I know that he wants us here as well."

He roughly pushed her hands away and instead grabbed her chin tightly which made Maera gasp in surprise. Daemon watched her with so much disgust that she almost actually believed that he despised her.

"He wants you here. But he wants to get rid of me as quickly as possible. I wouldn't be surprised if he attempts to have me killed."

His wife's face was drawn with sadness and she dropped the corners of her mouths.

"How can you say such things? You're his brother."

"He's quite unsupportive for a brother, wouldn't you agree? I married you and I got you with child, I protected you and I made sure that no one would harm you. What more could a man wish for his daughter?"

She gulped loudly and exhaled when her uncle let go of her. But Daemon wasn't done yet.

"He acts as if I intend to destroy you. If he merely opened his eyes for a second he'd see that I kept you at Dragonstone so you'd be able to give birth in peace and quietness. And quite frankly so you, my darling, could learn to obey me and be willing and therefore would allow me to take care of you."

Daemon sank back in his chair and turned his head away. This wasn't at all how he had imagined the reunion with his brother because he honestly had been looking forward to it as well. He had thought that Viserys would be able to see that he was a good husband to Maera and that her well-being was the most important thing to him. What a stubborn fool, he thought. Too caught up in his imagination to be able to see what was right in front of him. Daemon slowly shook his head.

"When I returned from the stepstones I saw how you were doing. I saw that you were a mess, a girl that had lost all of her liveliness. That was because you were meant to be mine, Maera, and the years apart from me had made you grey and pale. You were made to be at my side. But your father also hasn't been able to see that." He scoffed. "The sadness upon the face of his own daughter…"

His niece had her face tilted to the ground so Daemon softly caressed the side of her face without putting any force into it. He smiled crookedly to himself and drew small circles with his thumb over her skin.

"Get on the bed," he eventually breathed and Maera raised her head.

She looked a little surprised but the determination and passion on her uncle's face made her automatically lift herself off the ground and walk towards their bed. She climbed on it not sure in what position he wanted her so she sat on it while waiting for his next orders.

Daemon took his time. He lazily got up from the chair, opened the first buttons of his shirt and eventually removed it. Only then did his eyes finally land on her figure and he narrowed his eyes.

"On your back. And spread your legs."

Maera obeyed and laid down with her head in the cushions. Her dress slipped a little and exposed her leg which didn't go unnoticed by her uncle. His heart beat fast at the image before him; her silver hair spread out on the pillow, her slightly parted lips, her body sprawled out on display for him and how she so willingly waited for him to claim her.

Daemon approached her and crawled between her spread thighs. His center pressed against her while he leaned down to kiss her on the swell of her breasts but tonight he didn't seem to be very patient as he made his way downwards almost immediately until he laid with his face on the same level as her cunt. Daemon pulled up her skirts and undergarment so her cunt was entirely bare beneath his eyes and took his time to carve this picture in his head.

Of course he had seen her like that what felt like a million times already. But each time there was another detail that stuck out to him and which he wanted to remember forever. Tonight it was her slender small hands that laid next to her head and that he really wished to see around his cock at this moment. But no, now he needed to taste her. He needed to own and feel her. Have her. Therefore he needed to experience her with his every sense and right now he craved tasting her sweet arousal on his tongue.

So he dived between her thighs and just like so many times before put his soft lips on her pearl. At this point he knew what he had to do to drive her over the edge and had learned what she liked. How to twist and turn his tongue the way she liked it, how to suck her bundle of nerves into his mouth, just very lightly and not with too much pressure. How she squirmed whenever he touched her pearl with the tip of his tongue so gently that Maera almost believed that it hadn't happened and yet she wanted him to do it again and again.

And so as always she let out a desperate gasp for air when his tongue circled her pearl and she instinctively fisted the bed sheets.

"Oh fuck."

"Such a good girl. I know you enjoy this, don't you? Me rubbing where it itches so badly, right?"

She couldn't bring herself to an answer and instead tried to communicate with him via her eyes. The odd thing was that despite genuinely receiving pleasure by his mouth, tonight Maera simply felt overwhelmed and exhausted from all the conflicts between Daemon and her father which was why she wasn't fully into it. What he did felt good but she couldn't turn her brain off and entirely let herself go so her eyes were wide open while she started to rock her core against his mouth.

"That's right, babygirl. You're gonna soak my face? Wet me with your juices?"

She gulped and forced her eyes to close and tried to concentrate on the way he so gently touched her center with his mouth but it really was hard for her in this moment. The memory of her father's fury, the way he had cursed her husband and how she had almost been able to physically feel the gap between Daemon and Viserys deepen was too fresh and vivid in her head.

Her uncle didn't notice anything about her disturbed mind though and was utterly consumed by her sweet cunt. He hummed against her core which sent vibrations through her whole body and contendly traced around her little nub.

"That's it… I'm the only one who can make you feel that good, little one. And I'm the only one who'll ever get to see that sweet cunt of yours. Every fucking inch of you is mine. All this pretty head is supposed to think about is me, isn't that right?"

She whined and bit her lip. Pleasure washed over her and once again Daemon's skill with his tongue overshadowed every single one of her bad and dark thoughts. Each of her worries and doubts faded to nothing when he placed his magical mouth on her pearl and made her see stars by merely flicking his tongue.

"Please uncle…" she moaned and slightly lifted her head off the bed to watch his head between her thighs as if she wanted to make sure he wouldn't stop.

"Yes… Let me hear you, love. Let me hear you surrender. You know who owns you, mhm? You know what to do so I'll reward you. You just lay still with your legs spread open for me and take everything I give you with a 'thank you'. You are to obey me and keep those pretty eyes on me. And then we'll all get what we want."

"Yes. Please, I'll do as you say," she whispered and Daemon let out a satisfied growl.

That was the way he wanted her. Sprawled out with her body being his to use. Gods how he loved it when she was his good girl and willingly gave herself to him. It was so much easier than taming her and putting her into her place.

He softly blew some air over her pearl which she commented with a quiet shriek that truly was music to his ears. She twitched and squirmed under his hands that held her down as the stimulation was almost too intense.

"Take it, babygirl. Just like that. I know it's a lot but you can do it. I know you can."

His voice was so husky and raspy and in some odd way it seemed to only intensify the whole of the situation. It enhanced her desire and made her want to squeeze something. Good thing that her uncle's shoulders seemed so fit for it. Maera reached out to grasp at his strong arms and helplessly dug her fingers into his muscles in order to somehow get rid of the tension she felt in her body. By now she slowly rocked her center against her husband's face to receive further friction and in the meantime felt herself slipping towards the edge.

"Daemon… Please, I… I think I'm close."

Her uncle smirked at that and gently nibbled at her pearl. What a good girl she was always letting him know when she was about to finish.

"Don't be shy, sweetling. You can finish… You can soak your uncle's face. I've got you."

His reassurance made her relax and when she finally felt her high approaching she didn't hold back. While Daemon rubbed her pearl with his pointed tongue Maera screamed out and her body arched. Her toes curled, she squinted her eyes, she almost bit her lip bloody and her uncle watched each reaction with relish.

"Good girl…" he whispered and lapped up her wetness while giving her time to enjoy her high to the full.

Daemon then cleaned her cunt with his mouth and made sure that he had savoured every last drop of her arousal despite her shifting and flinching whenever his tongue drew over her overstimulated pearl. Only when he was certain that he had lapped up everything did he pull away and crawled up to be on the same level as her.

He examined her tired eyes and the sweat that had gathered on her forehead and felt a possessive and warm feeling in his stomach. Daemon lovingly put aside some strands of her hair and kissed her forehead.

"This cunt is the best meal I've ever had and ever will have."

Blood rushed into her cheeks at his words so she seemingly wasn't too fucked out to understand him. Daemon kissed her one last time and then decided to proceed and find some relief himself. His cock was hard and he wished for nothing more than to spill his seed either down her throat or into her cunt. Perhaps her throat would be what he desired most right now… Her warm little tongue teasing his tip and licking his precum off it. He made sure that he had his niece's attention and ran a hand over her side.

"You're gonna get on your knees for me, Maera? Give your uncle some relief?"

He was a little surprised when she didn't immediately nod or smile but instead doubtfully widened her eyes.

Daemon sighed. "What is it, little girl?"

"Please… Can I do it in the morrow? I don't want to right now. Please…"

His eyes became small and he eyed his niece while running a finger over her jaw.

"No. But perhaps you will additionally do it in the morrow, I've just decided."

"Please, uncle. Have mercy," she pleaded but could've saved herself the words because Daemon just started to open his breeches to free his cock.

"I'll give you a choice, babygirl. You can either get on your knees for me or I'll fuck your cunt. I'm gonna dump my seed into you tonight but you can decide where."

He roughly grabbed her throat because Maera had started to pout and broke eye contace with him.

"But if you're gonna sulk at me I'm gonna take both of your slutty holes one after the other and maybe even deflower your arse just for the fun of it. So you'll better choose now and behave yourself or I'll fucking decide for you," he hissed while blaring his teeth and his niece gulped loudly. Still, she decided not to test his patience and submissively looked to the side.

"Then fuck me," she stated quietly but Daemon wasn't yet satisfied.

"You will ask me again nicely. With respect."

Maera finally glanced up to him and couldn't help but nibble at the nail of her thumb.

"Please. Fuck me, Daemon."

The rogue prince nodded approvingly and caressed the side of her face. "There you go."

With these words he parted her legs further so he could take a look at her cunt that glistened in the candle light from her arousal and the sight and scent made Daemon dizzy. He had been buried inside of her warmth so many countless times and yet the thought of fucking her tight cunt hadn't lost its allure; on the contrary, he knew what to expect and that made the blood in his veins boil with anticipation.

He guided his tip to her pearl, teasingly circled it a few times which made Maera uncomfortably shift thanks to the overstimulation and then wandered down to her hole. Daemon bit his lower lip, felt the bubbly feeling in his stomach that he always experienced when he knew what was about to happen to his cock and then pushed inside of her.

She was so wet that there wasn't any pain for the girl but her eyes fluttered at the delicious stretch. Her uncle wasn't exactly small when it came to the size of his cock and despite having been fucked so many countless times by him, she was left in awe of his largeness each time.

Daemon on the other hand panted heavily once he felt her snug walls that coated his member so beautifully. She was so damn tight around him and his cock was so perfectly massaged while thrusting into her.

He buried his face into the crouch of her neck and kissed her soft skin while setting a fast pace that left Maera gasping for air. Her eyes were round and her lips parted while she stared at the unfamiliar sight of the ceiling of Daemon's chambers. Well, it wasn't an entirely strange view because as a child she had sometimes spent the nights in her uncle's bed when she had had a nightmare and had seeked his comfort or when she merely needed his company because she was sad about something. But this sight still felt odd to her. How different her life had been the last time she had seen this ceiling. She hadn't known anything about the act of bedding or men or raising a child. Now she was married and had a child. Maera wasn't able to name the feeling creeping up on her in that moment but it left a certain taste in her mouth.

She snapped back to the present moment at a sharp thrust in her core and arched on the bed. A few of Daemon's strands of silver hair tingled her nose which led to her almost sneezing but she held it back. With a quiet whine Maera wrapped her arms around his back and buried her hands in his neck and in his soft hair to hold on to something. In the meantime her uncle's left hand had grabbed her shoulder tightly while his right had wandered to her breasts to massage one of her tits.

"Let me hear you, little one. Let me hear how you're melting," he growled and the sound made her stomach tighten with desire. He had this special raspy tone in his voice when he was turned on and Maera had to whimper against his hair.

Yet she needed more; his or her own finger on her pearl to help her to finish but she was unable to communicate her needs. She would prefer to have him rub her because he did it so well that she was certain he would bring her over the edge in a matter of minutes but she had to find the words, get herself to open her mouth and then say them clearly and loud but all of that seemed impossible right now.

She felt so full, so stunned with his body pressed to hers that she couldn't even form the sentence in her head. This fact angered her and she dissatisfiedly moaned and moved underneath him. If only he could read her mind and find out what she wished for that way. Maera opened her mouth but only a weak whimper went past her lips.

"What is it, little love? Mhm? What do you need?"

She was happy to have his attention and again moaned out while pushing her hips towards him. Her uncle chuckled quietly and gently stroked her hair.

"Your pretty little pearl is aching for me, isn't that right? Does she need my finger?"

Maera eagerly nodded feeling relieved because Daemon had understood and sighed contendly when he moved his hand that had previously stimulated her nipples down between her legs. His cock still pounded her cunt but now the only thing she could concentrate on was her pulsating nub that yearned for Daemon's beautiful hand.

"I bet she's throbbing so badly, right? Do you want it, Maera? You want to come? You want me to rub your pearl?"

She nodded so fastly that she felt dizzy for a moment and tried to push her body towards his hand so he would finally connect his thumb to her center.

"Please," she managed to press and Daemon smirked smugly but actually started to rub her pearl in circles.

Maera cried out and her head fell back in the cushions while panting rapidly. He watched his niece for her reaction, how her face tensed and her toes curled and nothing in this world gave him more satisfaction than to see how he was able to turn her into such a mess.

"I want you to finish with me," he stated though he was not sure whether Maera had even listened to him. Her mind seemed so far away and she was so caught up in her pleasure that her eyes had rolled back. Yet he noticed how she came closer to the edge the longer he kept his finger connected with that sweet little pearl of hers that Daemon loved so dearly.

He pressed into it and enclosed it with his finger all while using her own natural body fluid to coat it. And then she felt her high approaching and fortunately her uncle read all of her body signs correctly so she didn't have to gather all her strength to tell him that she was close. Maera felt some sharp and forceful thrusts in her core and then Daemon grinded his teeth.

"Come, little girl. Come for me."

He slapped the side of her arse lightly and in that moment she collapsed and her chest heaved and lowered itself hectically. The tension in her stomach had contradicted and now all that was left of her was a panting and powerless mess.

Daemon had filled her up with his seed in the meantime. Once he had sensed that his niece was about to finish he had increased the pace and had fucked her roughly until he felt that he couldn't hold it any longer either and had allowed both of them to finish. His seed had filled her cunt to the brim and as always, it gave him so much satisfaction to feel and see how his semen claimed her cunt. He was incredibly possessive over his little girl and to know that it was his cum that shot into her cunt and that it would be his alone for the rest of their lives never failed to enhance his passion.

Daemon exhaled a couple of times and then rolled off her to lay on his back. Maera wasn't fond of the loss of his weight on her and weakly opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

"Uncle…," she whined and put her hands on his strong arm. The addressed grinned but turned his head to the side. His niece crawled over to him, pressed her body against his arm and made sure that he couldn't get out of bed by wrapping her legs and arms tightly around him.

Although he had intended to clean Maera now he decided to spend a few minutes in bed with her since she seemed so whiny and in need of his love right now so Daemon put his arm which she hadn't occupied on her back and caressed her naked skin soothingly.

He smiled with satisfaction when she buried her face in the nape of his neck and sensed how exhausted she was in the way that she breathed steadily and seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep.

It wasn't until Daemon had almost entered the world of dreams that he remembered that he wasn't supposed to fall asleep yet, but just as he was about to open his eyes, his world went black and the prince fell asleep.

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[911lsbts]

Co-showrunner Rashad Raisani says he has plenty of "big game-changing stuff" planned for the fifth and final season of this Fox first responder drama, including Carlos (Rafael Silva) following in his late father's footsteps as a Texas Ranger; the arrival of TK's (Ronen Rubinstein) half-brother; Owen's (Rob Lowe) emotional turmoil over his role in his half-brother Robert's (Chad Lowe) euthanasia; and the competition between Marjan (Natacha Karam) and Paul (Brian Michael Smith) to become the 126 firehouse's new lieutenant, replacing Judd (Jim Parrack), who retired after his son, Wyatt (Jackson Pace), was hit by a car and left partially paralyzed. Then there was the unexpected departure of actress Sierra McClain, who starred as the main 911 call center dispatcher — and Judd's wife — Grace for the first four seasons of the show. "It forced us to do some unexpected things that led to some beautiful storylines," Raisani says, teasing that one of them will be Wyatt as the new 911 dispatcher. —Patrick Gomez

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[beautification-tales]

The Scarf

A caption tale

Sierra tied the green scarf around her neck. She smiled in the mirror as she pulled the ends through her decorative slide. Sierra was so proud of her accomplishments as a Girl Scout. Now she was a leader for the organization and worked tirelessly for it.

Jack her husband was not as enthusiastic about her career as she spent long hours at the office. Sierra was determined to increase enrollment to the Girl Scouts. The cookies did well but it seemed this next generation was not interested in learning camping skills. So when Jack offered her a new scarf to wear to the office she was overjoyed at the gesture.

“Looking good!” Jack said as she walked down the stairs. “You really think so? It’s not too much?” she asked, giving a little twirl. Jack shook his head. “Nah, it’s perfect. In fact maybe do even more! Maybe put on your sash! Show them all your badges!” Sierra smiled at the suggestion. “I really don’t think I need to do all that but I’m glad you’re being supportive.”

“You should get your beret too. You know that green one? I want you to put it on for me.” Sierra’s smile faded as she realized that Jack was being serious. “Ok Jack …. Haha you got me.” she chuckled nervously. “I think I’ll just stick to the scarf today.”

Jack’s smile faded. “No, I want you to put on the beret for me.”

Her heart racing, she reached into her closet and pulled out the green beret. She put it on her head, the fabric feeling oddly tight around her forehead. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling ridiculous. But Jack’s expression was not one of amusement. It was intense and serious.

“Aww yes, that’s it! That’s what Daddy likes! Now shake it for daddy.” Jack leaned back in his chair as he looked at his wife with a sinister glare. “Why are you talking to me like this Daddy?” Sierra asked but quickly gave a look of horror as she began to twerk. “What did you do to me?”

Jack smiled “looking good but stop asking questions.” His voice was commanding, and it sent a shiver down her spine. Sierra frowned as she felt compelled to reply “yes daddy.” Jack nodded in approval as he unzipped his pants. Sierra had a look of disgust as she wasn’t able to ask the question on her mind. “What are you doing Jack?” she thought.

“Ugh I’m sick of that condescending look from you! Don’t you get it? I want a horny slut that knows how to please her man.” Jack pulled out his hard member. Sierra’s look of disgust disappeared quickly as her mouth began to water. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling aroused as she felt herself kneel before her devious husband.

“Yeah suck my cock. I want you to love it too!” Jack’s voice grew gruffer as he watched his wife, who was now fully under his control, kneel before him. Sierra felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal as she took his erect member into her mouth, her eyes locked onto his. Sierra moaned and increased her efforts to Jack’s enjoyment.

“Yes! This is so much more fun than you going to that stupid job of yours. I was so skeptical when the lady gave me that scarf but I was too curious to try. I want you to transform into my personal stripper.” Sierra felt a tingle throughout her body as she felt it shift and change.

Her slacks tightened around her waist, turning into a green bikini bottom that barely covered her ass. Her shirt ripped away to reveal a smaller white top, and her shoes morphed into black stilettos. She looked up at Jack, feeling both terrified and incredibly turned on. She continued to suck his cock, her eyes wide with shock and excitement.

Sierra’s body filled out to make the outfit look even more scandalous. She moaned and sucked harder as her breasts grew and her ass swelled. She stroked and sucked as her hands became more delicate. Red feminine nails formed on her fingers. The scarf receded into a texas tie giving a better view of her breasts. She could feel the white fishnets on her legs as a tiny sash appeared on her tighter abdomen. “Aww fuck! Now that’s the kind of Girl Scout I appreciate!” Jack groaned as he came.

Sierra shook with an orgasm as she swallowed all of her man’s seed. She felt her lips plump up as her cheekbones rose. She felt her hair grow down the length of her back. She smiled, feeling so much better as she licked her lips.

“Daddy, did I earn my cocksucking badge?”

[scotianostra]

24th December 1914 saw the death of John "of the mountains" Muir, noted naturalist, explorer, writer, and geologist.

John Muir was born in Dunbar, East Lothian, on April 21, 1838. He was the third of Daniel and Anne Gilrye Muir’s eight children. Muir recalled in The Story of My Boyhood and Youth that his father was religious and extremely strict, keeping his children in line with frequent whippings. In 1849 the Muri's moved to the United States and bought farmland near Portage, Wisconsin. Muir’s father worked him hard on the farm and would not allow him to waste daylight hours on reading. Muir asked for and received permission to rise early in order to study. He invented an “early-rising machine” that dumped him out of bed at one o'clock each morning so that he could read. In 1860 he displayed this and other inventions at the Wisconsin State Fair.

In 1861 Muir entered the University of Wisconsin to study science. He also tried studying medicine but soon gave it up for various jobs that challenged his skill at inventing things. His interest in nature, particularly plants, was growing; he made frequent trips throughout Wisconsin and nearby states to observe plant life. In 1867 he gave up his own inventions “to study the inventions of God.” He set out on the walk described in A Thousand Mile Walk to the Gulf. Actually, he went as far as Cuba. In 1868 he travelled to San Francisco, California, and worked on a sheep ranch. Exploring Yosemite Valley occupied much of his next six years. On all of his explorations he kept a journal of scientific and personal observations and also pencil drawings.

In 1880, after returning from exploring in Alaska, Muir married Louie Wanda Strentzel, the daughter of a Polish plant grower. They would have two children. In 1881, after another trip to Alaska, Muir settled on a fruit ranch near Martinez, California. He worked for ten years to make enough money to enable him to stop. Having provided permanently for his wife, two daughters, and himself, he turned his full attention to the study of nature. Glaciers and freezing particularly interested him, and his work contributed to an explanation of the process by which glaciers are formed. He also went on expeditions to Europe, Asia, and Australia.

In 1889 Muir argued in Century magazine that Yosemite Valley should become a national park. The passage of a law in 1890 making that happen owed much to Muir’s influence. The Mountains of California, Our National Parks, and his many articles in popular magazines greatly advanced the conservation movement, as did his creation in 1892 of the Sierra Club, an organization dedicated to preserving wild lands such as Yosemite. Muir served as the president of the club until his death. Muir’s wife died in 1905. From then until his death Muir published four books, including Stickeen, which was a popular dog story, and My First Summer in the Sierra.

He died in Los Angeles, California, on December 24th, 1914 and is buried at Muir-Strentzel Hanna Cemetery, Alhambra Valley, California.

[amerasdreams]

Sierra also writes anime fanfiction. It was such a big part of her life it makes sense. She found an outlet in writing, and the things beyond her experience she had to write about were her shows.

I'm thinking she also used it to process her trauma, so sometimes she wrote rather dark and twisted things.

[thegreyjoyed]

GirlDad!Ghost and LovingHusband!Ghost

In honor of my pookie pie Swiss

Fem!user (aka you’re referred to as ‘wife’, ‘you’ and ‘his girls’ are used and stuff)

The familiar sound of ‘Careless Whisper by George Michael’ is playing rather loudly from the TV in the living room, Simon quietly entered the foyer, taking his shoes off and setting his bags down onto the ground, creeping into the stretch of the house where he could see the dining room, the kitchen and you.

Simon leaned against the wall, his other two girls must’ve been in the living room because he could hear them screeching the lyrics to ‘Careless Whisper’. You were making dinner while dancing, stirring.. something and laughing at your daughters.

Simon was perfectly content to just watch his family as they sang and danced- well, your two daughters singing and you dancing. He pushed off the wall and walked over to you, finally getting noticed, “Ah! Si! You’re home, hi! I missed you.” You said with a big smile, setting the mixing bowl down as you walked over and pulled him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Hi lovie, jammin’ out to careless whisper?” The man teased softly, his British accent clear as he hugged you back, a kiss pressed back to your lips and then another pressed to your temple.

“Maybe.” You mused back, a soft flush against your skin as you went back to mixing and cooking. Simon walked over to his two daughters who noticed him almost immediately. Your eldest- Sierra, who was 16 and obviously a daddy’s girl, got up quickly to hug her dad, greeting him with a smile.

Daphne got up as well, hugging him with a smile to him. Daphne was only 12, and also the youngest. The song changed after a few more seconds, now some other random song as the two girls sat back down on the couch.

Simon shook his head and chuckled as he pulled out two wine glasses, he set them both down before finding his and your favorite wine, carefully pouring it out, giving one glass to you after you finally finished running around the kitchen.

You picked up the wine and smiled, “Thanks, Si.” You said softly as you sipped the wine, the two of you moved to lean against the counter and each other, a strong arm wrapped around your middle to tug you closer.

“I love you.” Simon crooned into your ear as he sipped the wine, soon after a lengthy and rather weird conversation about what tree they would think each other were.

Simon ended up being an Oak tree and you ended up a Great Basin Bristlecone Pine. You weren’t sure what that was, searched it up, got jokingly offended and asked Simon if he was calling you old and how he even knew what that tree was.

Simon had to explain that Johnny(or soap), had gone on a three hour ramble of trees because Daphne of all people- had taught Johnny, about trees. Simon had also included in a more hushed tone that Johnny called him an ‘old fart’ with an amused chuckle.

You shook your head and laughed alongside him. “Daph! Mind telling Uncle J not to be an ass? Text him for me. You can use ass.” You called, getting your youngest’s attention easily.

“Alright! Sent, Mom!” Daphne called in response, not even five minutes later, Simon gets a call. ‘Johnny’ with the stupidest picture of him as the contact name.

“Your little lassie, Daphy jus’ called me an arse!” Johnny’s very Scottish and very offended voice came through loudly from the phone. “Oh I know.” Simon mused, “The hell ya mean ya know?!” Johnny crowed in response, “She was allowed to cuss. Now goodnight Johnny.” Simon said, quickly hanging up, chuckling.

You smiled and shook your head, finally collecting dinner and playing it all for the two girls, a husband and yourself. A good ol’ fashioned dinner. A casserole, pork, rice, green beans, corn, dinner roles- made all by you throughout the day.

Of course, everyone had a little of everything, eating happily and talking about school, drama.. life in general. You and your husband were both amused as Sierra talked about drama going on in her highschool.

Apparently, in the drama there was two girls who fought over this guy- the guy liked both.. the girls hated each other, they fought, got real hissy pissy about it, punching, scratching, kicking, pulling hair, playing dirty. Not really as much of a fight as it was a scrap.

Simon was throughly amused by it though and chuckled, Daphne thought it was a little funny too, poking fun as Sierra spoke.

You smiled and asked questions- needing context of course- you received some.. half-assed context, which you let slide of course.

When everyone was done, they all helped put everything away, leftovers got packed up, Simon shoved more food into his face after both Sierra and Daphne didn’t finish the rice and corn they had.

You let a long sigh out as both Daphne and Sierra finally went to their respective rooms. You and Simon went to your rooms. Simon tugged you closer into his chest, kissing at your face as you both cuddled into bed, putting on some random movie.

You snuggled into Simon, saying ‘I love you’ and ‘good night’, getting a mirrored- more sleepy response from Simon.